Title: Hospitality pt. 5/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, if they were mine damned if I would
share!! But they aren't so POOP!
Warnings: AU, slash, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted
twincest.
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg, implied Elrond/OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what
he finds there in hospitality is quite unexpected!
Notes: I know I know…it's been FOREVER! I'm sorry, but the
muses hit me elsewhere and RL has sucked so badly. Still sucks, but that's ok.
If you notice, my Elvish is different in this and I will go over my previous
chapters and fix them once I learn what I need so I am not bugging my current
source. Outside of that, look for translations after the paragraphs in ( ).
Thanks to Orchyd for the beta and Elvish help. Not too much longer…Enjoy and
please review!!
'thoughts'
"And the provisions shared between realms shall be
discussed with your father in its entirety once the envoys come," Calenglīr's
voice floated out soothingly as he sat at the desk within the Prince of
Mirkwood's study. He glanced up, cocking an eyebrow as he noticed the lack of
attention his words were receiving as Legolas continued to stare out the windows
and into the gardens. Sighing softly, he shook his head, and then said, "And of
course, all Elves shall serve me and we shall never have to worry about
Elderberry juice," he said cheerfully.
Legolas blinked, and then looked over at his best friend in
surprise before smiling sheepishly. "I am sorry, meldir. I have not been paying
attention, have I?" he asked in remorse, turning from the window he'd been
looking out from and heading for the desk. (dear friend)
Sighing again, Calenglīr smirked at his friend. "I suppose
I can forgive you. You are not the only one thinking about what is happening."
His eyes saddened as he gazed up at his friend. "It would seem that Imladris
gave us more than hospitality," he murmured softly.
"Aye... it gave us life and love that we did not know we
needed," Legolas replied softly, looking sadly out the windows once again. The
next day they would leave for Mirkwood to prepare his father for the upcoming
treaty delegations, but somehow he knew he'd be leaving more than fair Imladris
behind.
*~~**~~*
"Your mind is not entirely here, pen-valthenem." Elrohir's
voice was gentle as he rubbed Legolas' back tenderly, the sweat from their
recent activities drying on their pale skin as they lay together. (our golden
one)
"My mind is on tomorrow. I do not wish to leave you or
Elladan," Legolas replied wistfully while he turned his golden head up to gaze
mournfully at his dark lover. His eyes looked troubled then. "Where is Elladan?"
he asked suddenly, realizing that, in the heat of the unbidden passion that
seeing Elrohir had brought on, he'd forgotten the other who had captured his
heart.
Smiling gently before pressing a kiss to the upturned lips,
Elrohir murmured, "He is on duty. He tried to switch with someone, but
Glorfindel was obstinate. He will not return until sundown."
"Ai... I wanted to spend my last day with you both!"
Legolas cried softly before he laid his head down on the strong chest of his
darkling lover.
"Avogosto, glaur. E telitha ad," Elrohir whispered
soothingly against the sweaty brow of his lover. He smiled gently as Legolas
looked up; tears sparkling in the corners of the Prince's eyes, and the
Elf-knight brushed the moisture away tenderly. "Avonallo, pen vain. Natham ad
erthannen. Isto hen thenin," he whispered softly, smiling as Legolas' eyes
lightened with hopeful happiness. (Calm yourself, golden light. He will return.
No tears, beautiful one. We shall be together once more. Know that with
certainty.)
Elrohir leaned his head in and brushed his lips over his
golden Prince's, moaning when Legolas suddenly deepened the kiss. As Legolas
shifted on top of him, Elrohir knew that he would make this memorable for them
both, memorable enough to last them until they were together again.
*~~**~~*
A gentle wind blew around Imladris as Ithil traveled slowly
through the stars. Golden hair danced with the wind as Legolas stood on the
balcony outside his bedroom. The soft beams of moonlight caressed his face in
tender comfort as he gazed almost unseeingly at the surroundings of the peaceful
valley.
His gaze turned inside to where his lover, Elrohir, lay
sleeping, a soft smile on the kiss bruised lips as the Peredhel dreamed.
Legolas' own lips turned slightly up in response to the peace he saw on his dark
lover's face, and then turned his eyes once more to the valley. He sighed
quietly and closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened as he
remembered that, with Anor's rising, he would leave this valley for his home in
Mirkwood.
Strong arms encircled him from behind, breaking his
sorrowful reverie and the Prince leaned back into the strong hold. He smiled
softly as soft lips touched his neck and tasted of him, encouraging his head to
fall back in pleasure and reassurance. "Elladan." The name fell from his lips in
happiness as he leaned into his other lover's embrace.
"How did you know it was I?" Elladan queried softly in
amusement as he leaned his chin on one shoulder.
Smiling as he leaned his head against Elladan's dark one,
Legolas gazed out once more on the moonlit surroundings. "You always go for my
neck in greeting. Elrohir goes for my ear and shoulder," he replied quietly,
grinning as Elladan chuckled softly. "And your scent is just slightly different.
Not by much though," he added as he turned his head to nuzzle the ebon braids
that graced his twilight lover's head.
"Aye, I smell of horse," Elladan replied facetiously,
grinning as Legolas chuckled in amusement at that. He nuzzled his blond prince's
neck once again, then whispered softly, "Return to bed. I shall bathe and be
with you in but a few moments." He leaned up, and then smiled as Legolas turned
in his hold and they kissed deeply.
"Avodharo anann. Aniron chen dād dū hen," Legolas
whispered softly as his fingers threaded through the tightly braided ebony silk
of his beloved's. They went in together and parted ways, one to bathe, and the
other to crawl into bed next to the sleeping twin. Legolas curled up into
Elrohir's hold, smiling as a possessive arm curled around his waist and pulled
him closer. He looked up and smiled as Elrohir blinked sleepily at him before
they kissed languidly. (Do not take long. I want you both this night.)
When Elladan joined them later, hair still damp from his
bath, their passions rose even higher. The last thought that went through
Legolas' mind as he was filled by and filling his twins, was that he knew he was
home in their arms. As they lay together, each listening to the other's
heartbeat, calm came over them and a firm knowledge that they would indeed find
each other once again.
*~~**~~*
The calming sounds of birds welcoming the morning
surrounded the multiple parties of Elves that were readying themselves for their
journeys the next morning. Legolas and Calenglīr were silent though, as they
worked on saddling their horses and preparing to depart, making sure their
documents were secure and well protected. Neither said much, but then, friends
don't need to say much to understand. Both were lost in thought of what they
were leaving behind as well as going home to and both were torn in longing.
They turned as they heard the call to mount up from
Celeborn and knew that it was soon time to go. They would accompany the
Lothlorien contingent over the Hithaiglin before heading for Mirkwood to prepare
King Thranduil for the upcoming negotiations. All parties hoped that the
negotiations would be more than successful.
Calenglīr’s face lit up as Lords Elrond, Glorfindel, and
Erestor came down to see them off, accompanied by the twins. Legolas’ own face
softened as he saw his twins, the ones who had captured his heart and soul. He
smiled softly to himself as Elrond went through the other delegation first,
thinking to himself on how little time had passed since he had come to Imladris
and how it hadn’t seemed enough.
‘Only two weeks after we came did I finally follow my
heart. Nay, not nearly long enough,’ he thought wistfully as he watched them. He
grinned at Calenglīr as the other fairly bounced in anticipation. “Meldir... you
do know that propriety is needed here. It is not well known you are sleeping
with Elrond,” he warned with a chuckle.
Pouting, Calenglīr glared at him. “And that can go the way
of the Orcs as far as I am concerned,” the silver haired Elf replied loftily,
then grinned as Legolas snorted in amusement. “Besides... 'tis not common
knowledge that the Prince of Mirkwood enjoys a twin sandwich,” he said with a
wide grin and laughed gleefully as Legolas’ cheeks tinged pink.
They both quieted in their teasing of each other as Elrond
came over to them, smiling softly. “I am sorry to see you both leave so soon,”
he said softly as he clasped forearms with Legolas. “Be safe and I shall pray
that we see each other again,” he said warmly.
“Do not worry, Lord Elrond. We shall return, if not to
enjoy the hospitality shown us here in your fair vale,” Legolas replied just as
warmly, eyes twinkling merrily.
“Of that I most certainly concur,” Calenglīr whispered
softly, smiling gently as Elrond turned to him. The two subtly moved behind
Calenglīr’s steed for a private good bye while Legolas said his farewell to the
other two Imladrin Lords.
Finally, Elrohir and Elladan came before Legolas, eyes
shining with mirroring sorrow and determination mingling with love. “You will
not forget us, will you?” Elrohir whispered softly as they each held one of
Legolas’ hands.
“Nay, never. I long for the day we can be together in peace
with no disruptions or sorrowful partings,” Legolas declared firmly as he gazed
at them. Just at that moment, Galadriel glanced at them, then winked before
leading the way out.
“It would seem Iaurnana has granted us a parting gift,”
Elladan said softly with a chuckle as the Galadhrim set off. (Grandmother)
Legolas cocked an eyebrow at his lover in bemusement. “Such
as?” he asked, and then moaned as he was hugged and kissed by them both,
switching mouths periodically before they were all panting softly. Legolas
cupped their faces lovingly, gazing up at them with shining eyes. “I will wait
and watch for you, if you will do the same for me,” he whispered softly, firmly.
Nodding in unison as they both cupped their blond love’s
face, the twin sons of Elrond smiled. “We will wait,” they whispered in tandem
before hugging their beloved Prince close once more.
A soft cough alerted them that their time was up and they
parted reluctantly. As the two Mirkwood Elves left, their eyes trailed back to
the vale where their hearts remained. They knew for certain that they would not
be parted long, even as their gazes lost sight of their beloved ones.
TBC
