Title: Hospitality pt. 6/?
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: Thanks to everyone who's been keeping up! Thanks
also to MA for the beta. Love ya! Enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
A husky wind blew around the cave-like halls that were home
to the Sindar of Mirkwood. Legolas shivered unconsciously, tugging his cloak
around him in a parody of protective warmth as he stared out his windows at the
kingdom spread before him. It had been three long years since that fateful
meeting at Imladris. Three years that had seemed to be a century to the young
Elf prince, even for one such as he.
The negotiations had started formally in Lothlorien, where
Thranduil himself had gone to work through the treaty with both Elrond and
Celeborn. Long had been the arguments, but they had been made longer for the
fact that Legolas had been stuck home. Thranduil had refused to allow his son to
leave and had taken the negotiations over himself.
'Not that it was any surprise after Ada's consequent tirade
once he found out about to whom I had lost my heart to,' Legolas thought
bitterly as he replayed the resultant uproar when he had been found out.
*~*flashback*~*
"But Ada! I was the one you had sent to the
negotiations! Why are you insisting now on being the one? Did I do something
incorrect?" Legolas' voice was filled with strained patience as he stood before
his father in the King's study.
Thranduil glared at his middle son, green eyes flashing
with his rage. "I will not have my son going to the same place as his Peredhil
lovers!" he snarled out, rising to his feet like a voluminous storm cloud,
radiating his fury.
Legolas gasped softly, paling swiftly as he stared at
his father in shock. "W-What?" he whispered, horrified. How did his father know?
Smirking coldly, Thranduil picked up a piece of
parchment and waved it slowly. "I found this in my missives from the two Lords.
Clearly, it is a personal letter to you. I searched in the pile and found
another such letter. A *love* letter." His sneer soured the normally sweet word
and Legolas felt his stomach churn at the disgust in his father's voice.
"But Ada…" Stopping, Legolas finally found his courage
and straightened, his own green eyes flaring with his anger. "And what gives you
the right to snoop through *my* things!" he demanded, fairly rigid with his
anger.
"The right as a father and your King!" Thranduil roared
as he slammed the parchment to his desk, ripping it. Legolas nearly swayed in
his sorrow as he stared at his father. "I will not have any of *my* children or
people associating with those low-class Peredhil! And that is final!" His voice
echoed through the room in the stifling silence, crushing Legolas' heart.
*~*end flashback*~*
Bringing his hand up, Legolas pinched the bridge of his
nose to stave off the tears that threatened. 'Three years…and, save for those
ill-gotten letters, I have heard nothing from either of them. Perhaps they truly
did not care, for I cannot believe that they would not seek a way to contact
me,' he thought in despair, shivering again. He missed his lovers, no matter how
brief the time had been, and feared that his father had done something else to
make sure his point came across clearly.
'At least Calenglîr was spared. No one knows save for me
that he is lovers with Lord Elrond,' he thought in relief, smiling slightly at
that. He knew for a fact that his best friend and the Peredhel Lord had been
keeping in contact secretively, using the birds and couriers carefully to keep
the communication open. 'He is in love…so deeply in love. Of that I am glad,' he
thought with a warmer smile as he gazed out at the stormy countryside.
He tilted his head as he heard a soft knock on his door.
"Enter." His voice was not as cheerful as it had once been, but it still held a
cordial tone that warmed any who heard it.
Calenglîr's golden head peeked in and he smiled as he saw
his prince. Coming in, he went to the desk. "I have news for you, ernilen." (my
prince)
"Oh? And what is this news?" Legolas tried to put some
interest into his voice, but it still did not ring with enthusiasm. He'd lost
hope long ago…
"The emissaries from Imladris and Lothlorien have arrived,
ernilen. Your father wishes your presence to greet them," Calenglîr said with a
bow of his head.
"Then I best go, else he will send out another party to
*escort* me in," Legolas replied softly, sighing. He went to his wardrobe and
pulled on his thicker dress robe, fluffing his hair after he pulled it on. He
sighed and felt tears come to his eyes as he looked in the mirror. "Tis unfair,
meldiren. I cannot even have what I long for," he whispered softly, nearly
choking on a sob. (my dear friend)
Coming to his Prince's side, Calenglîr hugged Legolas
tightly, guiding the golden head to his shoulder lovingly. "You will find a way,
meldir. You will find a way as will they. I refuse to believe that this was only
a half-hearted meeting. I truly believe there was love blossoming," he replied
gently as he stroked soothing fingers through the golden silk.
"At least you have your love. I am glad my father has not
found out. I do not know what I would do if you were sent away," Legolas
whispered as he hugged his friend tightly back, sniffling through the errant
tears that threatened. He exhaled gustily and straightened himself, smiling
faintly. "Come…before my father decides to search for us on his own." He grinned
as Calenglîr chuckled and they headed from the chambers to the main throne room.
*~~**~~*
The meeting had passed in the normal diplomatic speed: slow
and tedious. Legolas was glad that, after the resultant dinner, he could excuse
himself and escape, not wishing to see the two emissaries in reminder of what he
couldn't have. His father's face had held disapproval when he had begged leave,
but could not stop his son lest he be seen as truly unreasonable. Therefore,
with a relief born of boredom, Legolas had swiftly retreated to his cold and
lonely rooms.
Thus he stood, gazing out at the forest once more as his
thoughts turned to the melancholy that refused to reduce its grip on his heart.
It had been a nice change to see the Lord Councilor of Imladris and the March
Warden of Lothlorien. However, the two he longed to see were not in sight.
Legolas curled a bit inward, shivering. He missed the two Peredhil…
He glanced over as a knock resounded on the door and he
frowned. Who could be visiting? “Enter,” he called out, turning to greet the
visitor. His eyes widened in surprise as Erestor came in slowly, looking around
cautiously before facing the Prince with a smile. “Lord Councilor! To what do I
deserve this unexpected visit?” Legolas exclaimed in surprise, put off by the
sudden appearance.
Bowing his head, Erestor came forward slowly. “I have
something for you, ernilen. It was given to me ere I left Imladris’ valley
walls. I have been charged to make sure that it…” He chuckled softly, grinning
widely. “It is to escape your father’s capture at all costs and find safe haven
in your…delicate…hands,” he finished teasingly, chuckling once again as Legolas’
eyes widened even further as he flushed at the innuendo.
“You…have something from them?” Legolas whispered in a
small voice as he came forward, clutching the cloak around his body with a
shaking hand. He could not believe his luck!
“Oh aye. And such a troublesome piece it is.” Erestor’s
voice was laden with amusement as his dark eyes twinkled mischievously. He
pulled out from his pocket a small ornate box and held it out for the stunned
Prince. “Take it with their fondest love,” he said as Legolas took it.
“Hannon le, Lord Councilor,” Legolas murmured softly, his
voice husky with held in tears as he looked up at the dark haired Elf. “How can
I repay you?”
“Find hope within that simple box and consider my debt
paid,” Erestor replied before he turned to leave. He stopped, and then flashed a
brilliant smile over his shoulder at the stupefied blond. “Ah, but I am also
expected to bring with me certain…other signs. Shall I expect more from you?” he
asked sweetly, innocently.
“Aye! Aye, expect something from me most assuredly!”
Legolas cried in joy, eyes sparkling with tears. He watched as the Councilor
bowed his head and left the room, closing the door tightly behind him as he
left. The Prince’s eyes trailed immediately back to the box in his hand and,
with a trembling finger, he opened the ornately carved lid.
He gasped softly as he saw the delicately wrought star that
was melded within a leaf, both made of the most shimmering of gold. He carefully
picked up the creation and saw that it was a clip for his hair and he instantly
began thinking of ways to wear it. He then looked further into the box and saw
that the padding for the fragile decoration was indeed two letters.
Pulling them out with a soft cry of joy, Legolas began
reading them eagerly, soaking in the words that he had hoped for and now had to
bolster his love anew. After reading both letters three times thoroughly, he
went to his desk and picked up his quill as well as a new parchment, then sat
down. With a smile, he put his quill to the page and began writing immediately,
allowing his heart to speak. My beloved twins. How I miss you so…
*~~**~~*
The day was a blustery one that foretold winter as the
emissaries of the other two Elven Realms mounted up and prepared for their
return journey. The treaty had been signed with great ceremony and there had
been much rejoicing in the land of the once great Greenwood. Now, the two were
to return to their lands so that copies of the treaty could be stored and plans
made.
“I wish you safe journeys Lord Councilor, March Warden. May
the roads be generous in the blessings,”
Thranduil said as he stood before them, smiling benignly. Inside though he was
fuming...where was Legolas?
“Thank you, King Thranduil. May your strength never fade
and your wisdom endure,” Haldir replied softly as both emissaries bowed from
their saddles. They both looked over as footsteps were heard running and a
flushed Legolas ran out.
“Pardon! I beg pardon! I was caught by an unforeseen
accident!” Legolas cried as he ran down to his father’s side, bowing to them all
in apology.
“Pardon is given, ernilen. Do take care and remain bright,”
Haldir said with a soft smile as a beaming smile was bestowed upon them.
Erestor nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with
secrecy as he subtly touched his saddlebags with its precious contents. Legolas’
eyes sparkled in thanks as he bowed to them once again.
“Until next time,” Thranduil stated testily, shooting his
sheepish son a look that spoke much more than was said. Legolas had the grace to
look embarrassed as he bowed his head, but nothing could rid him of his joy. The
two delegates left for their homes and, for Legolas, they carried far more
important to his heart. He watched them go and knew that things would now begin
to look up. He had his answers from the two letters he had received. He need
never worry again.
TBC
