Title: Hospitality pt. 8/?
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: And I am getting better at this! BWAHAHAHA!
*coughcough* Thanks go to Orchyd for the Tolkien timeline help! Thanks also to
MA for the beta. Love ya! Enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
The air was tense within the private study of Elrond. The
Council had concluded with startling results and all gathered at the informal
meeting were now trying to decide who would be accompanying the brave Hobbit,
Frodo Baggins, to Mount Doom.
Elrond had already decided on Gandalf, Aragorn, and Samwise
Gamgee’s inclusion to the Fellowship, but now they were arguing on the last
five.
“I believe that one of the Dwarves should be included,”
Glorfindel suggested softly from where he sat next to Erestor. He glanced over
as Elladan snorted, earning a grin from Legolas and Elrohir. “You object,
Elladan?” the Seneschal asked coolly.
“Aye I do. Dwarves are hot-headed and short. They are
worthless in a real battle,” Elladan replied in disdain as he wrinkled his nose.
“Never judge a person or race for their stature, Elladan,”
Elrond said sharply, glaring at his son for the comment. Elladan rolled his eyes
and crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced away. Looking at the others
present, Elrond cocked an eyebrow in a request for thoughts. “Any other
objections?”
“Not an objection, but a suggestion. Perhaps Gimli, son of
Gloin, would be a proper choice?” Gandalf suggested with a genial smile.
“A wise choice. He is more level-headed than his father,”
Elrond murmured, rubbing his head as he remembered the uproar at the Council the
other day. “Very well, Gimli then. And I suggest Boromir as well.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” Elrohir asked quietly,
concerned. “You saw how he reacted to the One Ring. If he does this while in
battle, then all will be lost because of his weak will!”
“But his loyalty is to his people. That alone will give him
the strength to resist. And he is an excellent warrior and a trustworthy Man,
very different from his father, the Steward of Gondor,” Elrond pointed out,
smiling gently as Elrohir sighed and nodded in agreement. “Very well. I think
the last should be Elves. They will need all the help they can receive.”
“I suggest that Meriadoc Brandybuck instead be chosen,”
Gandalf commented lightly as he sat back.
“Why would we want another Hobbit? The little ones are sure
to fall behind and they are too innocent!” Erestor asked in bemusement as he
looked up from where he was scribing the meeting.
“Meriadoc might not show it, but he has great potential for
finding ways in spurring on allies. He will be needed,” Gandalf forged ahead,
looking over at Elrond as the Half-Elf watched him thoughtfully.
“Very well. Meriadoc shall be included with his brethren.
It will give them heart to have them all together through this,” Elrond agreed
after a few seconds, nodding. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, knowing this
last part was going to be the hardest. “And I know of whom I wish to send as the
Elf,” he murmured quietly, causing a hush to fall over the group.
“Elf? One? But there are two spots open,” Elladan said
softly, eyes narrowing in concern as his father looked at him wearily. “Who have
you chosen?” he demanded, suddenly fearful.
Looking down at his hands, Elrond replied firmly, “Legolas
Thranduilion.”
“Nay, Ada! You can not!”
“Ada why?! Not alone!”
The twins protested as they stood up, causing a soft uproar
in the room as they argued with their father pleadingly. But the noise fell as
Legolas stood and glared at the twins. “I will go.”
Silence descended upon the group as they all looked at the
Woodland Prince in either surprise or dismay. He didn’t move though as he turned
his eyes to Elrond, having a silent conversation with the Peredhel Lord. The
twins were too stunned to protest as they stared at their lover, dismayed at
this show of impetuousness that had put the younger Elf into trouble before with
them.
Elrond slowly nodded as Legolas sat, smiling sadly. “I
thank you, Legolas, for accepting,” he murmured respectfully, earning a stiff
nod from the prince as he sat next to the twins. An awkward silence fell over
the group and Elrond knew that it needed to end for now. “I think we shall all
adjourn for the day and meet later for the decision on the last member,” he
suggested softly and murmurs of assent floated up as the gathered stood and
began to leave. He saw, to his dismay that Legolas left swiftly, not saying a
word to either of his sons, to their consternation. He shook his head, knowing
that things were going to be tense now. He would wait to make his request of his
sons until later. For now…they needed this time together.
*~~**~~*
A cold wall seemed to slam into the twins as they came into
the rooms that they shared with Legolas. Both looked at the other before
proceeding with caution into the deathly silent main room. They glanced over as
one as they heard the sounds of a quill upon parchment and saw their golden
haired lover writing swiftly at the corner desk, obviously a letter to his
father from the look he bore. He didn't move or even glance up as they
approached him quietly, feeling their eyes scrutinize him intently as he wrote.
Finishing, he folded the parchment neatly, and then sealed
it with his crest before looking up at his lovers. The twins nearly recoiled at
the angered look he leveled at them and stood straighter, determined to weather
out this storm as any stubborn male would. Legolas did not speak as he stood
slowly and came out from behind the desk to stand before them, his gaze as ice
as it sliced through their defenses. Finally, his eyes flashed with more rage as
he spoke in a clipped voice, "Why did you protest my being asked to be on the
Fellowship?"
Glancing at each other, Elladan and Elrohir hesitated, not
wanting to further their lover's ire, but knowing that the wish was for naught.
With a synchronous sigh, they turned their gaze back to Legolas, who was
patiently awaiting their explanation. "Melethem…you know that you are our heart
and soul. How could we, in good conscious, allow you to go on a mission that is
doomed to folly?" Elladan finally whispered softly as he reached out for
Legolas. (our love)
Legolas took a single step back, showing that they were
still very much in trouble with him as his cold gaze remained fixed upon them.
"Are you claiming then that I am not worthy or able enough to be upon this
desperate mission?" he hissed out, his eyes narrowing as they swallowed as one.
"Nay…tis not that, pen valthenem. Tis only that we worry
for you! This mission is doomed! No one can reach Mordor and live to tell the
tale!" Elrohir protested pleadingly as he stepped forward and placed a hand on
Legolas' arm. (our golden one)
"And yet we must or else all will fall into darkness!"
Legolas cried angrily as he shook off his lover's hand, glaring at them. "You
would hold me back in my duty and honor to this world, and yet allow three
Hobbits to go on such a perilous journey?! Surely you jest!!" he sneered,
appalled at their reasoning.
"Nay, ernilem! You misread us!" Elladan cried, now becoming
angry as well as he stepped forward. (our prince)
"I do not misread, for I see it in your eyes! You fear that
I would fall! You fear that I would not be strong enough to make this journey
and return!" Legolas roared back, slamming his fist on the desk in his fury. The
twins fell silent, having never seen their lover *this* angered. He turned away
from them and braced himself on the desk, his voice hissing as he struggled to
control his anger. "I have made my choice and I gladly accept this duty. If you
can not accept it, then that is your own problem! Now leave! I do not wish to
see you this night!"
Elrohir opened his mouth to protest, ashen-faced as he
raised his hand, but Elladan intercepted him, shaking his head. Sadly, they cast
a final longing gaze upon their love before turning and leaving. But, before
they left, they stopped and looked over at the one bent over the desk. "For what
it is worth, seron vell…we are proud that you accepted this task," Elladan said
softly, eyes glistening with tears at the rigid posture that was their only
reply. They turned and left the room, silence falling over the study when the
door clicked shut. (dear lover)
A few minutes passed and Legolas stood straight, shaking
only slightly. He suddenly collapsed to his knees, burying his face in his arms
as he wept, his sobs wracking his body. He stayed there; weeping in his anguish
at what had been decided and said, praying for a light to shine his way in
answers.
TBC
