Title: Hospitality pt. 9/?
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: Well, since I’ll be vanishing for the month of
November for the NaNoWriMo contest, here is a chapter!! Thanks go to Orchyd for
the Tolkien timeline help! Thanks also to MA for the beta. Love ya! Enjoy and
please review!!
'thoughts'
Rain lashing against the pavement seemed to echo Legolas’
dark mood as he stared out at the storm that battered Imladris. He looked down
at the letter that was being crushed in his clenched fist and loosened his hold.
He smoothed out the crumpled parchment and stared unseeingly at the words that
were already etched on his mind.
~Dear meleth.(love)
As you are reading this, the news that Elladan and I
have been sent on a mission to clear a path for the Fellowship has most likely
been delivered to you as well. We did not have time to find you, so our haste
will most likely cost us precious time together before you leave on your
mission.
Since we cannot say in person how much you mean to us,
this letter must do. You are the other part of our souls, ernilem. You bring
light to our shadowed hearts and lifted the grief from our souls with your love.
You are brave, gentle, and loyal, qualities that we value more than you know.
(our prince)
What was said earlier was not meant in harshness. Only
fear. We fear that we shall lose each other and when you accepted the decree,
our hearts stilled with that fear. But it is, as we have both come to realize in
these days of your absence in our lives, that it was and is a foolish fear. You
are strength itself, skilled and amongst the best of us in the ways of war.
Though the words seem placating and belated, we both agree that to have your bow
guarding our backs would be the wisest of all decisions and you were correctly
chosen.
Apologies will never seem enough for what we said to
injure your pride, but allow us to try. Allow us into your heart again, meleth.
I pray to the Valar that we shall see each other again, hale and whole and in
peaceful times.
With eternal love,
Elrohir and Elladan~
Sighing softly as his hand dropped once more to his side,
Legolas gazed out at the raging storm once more. That had been half a month ago
and the next day was when the Fellowship was to take its leave onto its mission.
No word had been given for the whereabouts of the twin sons of Elrond and
Legolas had given up hope on hearing any change in that. His heart clenched once
more as he remembered their last parting. ‘Never part in anger for you may not
see them again. Ai, nana…I wish I would have remembered that…’ he thought in
agony as tears came to his eyes once more and he sat down heavily on the
windowsill.
“Ernilen?” The soft query broke through Legolas’ melancholy
and he looked over to smile slightly at his best friend. Calenglîr smiled back
as he came in, bowing his head. “May I speak with you, meldiren?” (my prince; my
dear friend)
“You can always speak to me, Calenglîr,” Legolas replied
warmly as he bowed his head slightly before moving to his table. He sat down,
nodding as Calenglîr joined him. “What is it you wish to speak with me on,
meldir? Will you be returning to Mirkwood?” he asked quietly as he poured them
both a cup of tea.
Accepting the offered cup, Calenglîr looked silently into
it before replying. “Nay. I will be staying here…I shall not ever be returning
to Mirkwood.”
Blinking in surprise, then understanding, Legolas smiled as
he nodded. “As I expected.” He sighed as he sipped his tea before continuing. “I
suppose you have some wise words for me on my situation. I am surprised you did
not try to talk me out of going,” he commented, smiling semi-sadly.
“And know I would fail? Please, allow me to conserve my
breath on more worthy arguments,” Calenglîr replied with a roll of his eyes.
Legolas laughed quietly, earning a playful swat from his friend before the
advisor continued. “Nay, meldiren. You will choose your own path. But do
remember that your heart is valuable as well,” he said quietly before placing a
hand on Legolas’ leg. “And I know that your heart has wept with this fight
between you and the twins. Do you accept now why they did what they did?” he
asked gently as he watched his friend.
“Aye, more than they know. But my stubborn pride…” Legolas
bit his lip on the fresh tears that appeared in his eyes.
“Aye, your pride is something that your father would be
proud of I should think,” Calenglîr agreed in amusement, earning a sharp, yet
just as amused look from the Prince. He sighed as he shrugged and sat back in
his chair. “You leave in the morrow. Do you wish for me or Elrond to give them a
message?”
Legolas sat back as well, looking out at the storm as it
gusted through the peaceful vale. “Aye, but I must think on it,” he murmured
before looking at his friend. “I will not keep you here when you long to be with
Elrond. You may go.”
“Pishposh…he can wait. He has me all night. You I shall
have to watch leave! I think my dear Peredhel can wait with this knowledge,”
Calenglîr replied with a flippant wave of his hand, grinning as his response
earned a chuckle from the melancholy Wood-Elf. “Besides…I do not think you wish
to be alone at this moment.”
Looking at his friend tearfully, Legolas shook his head.
“Nay…I do not…” he whispered before Calenglîr moved to him and held him close.
The forest Prince began to weep, both in sorrow and fear for what the morrow
held for them. He knew he would have to write his own apology to his lovers, but
right now, he needed to be reminded on the goodness in the world.
*~~**~~*
[A month and a half after the departure of the Fellowship
from Imladris]
Elladan sat down slowly in a chair before his father’s
desk, as ashen-faced as his brother at the news that was shared. They had
returned only three days before to find, to their dismay, that they had missed
their chance to speak truly with Legolas. A simple letter to them both had eased
their hearts, but not much. They longed to speak with him face to face.
But now, a letter from Galadriel had stilled their hearts
with grief. Mithrandir…had fallen into the shadows of Moria. The Fellowship had
continued on after a brief stay in the Golden wood, but the sorrow that held the
now Eight was worrisome enough.
“Ada…what should we do?” Elrohir broke the grief-stricken
stillness that had fallen over the gathered.
Elrond looked up from where his gaze had been on the
damning letter and focused weary eyes upon his youngest. “The Fellowship will
continue until the Falls of Rauros. There…they will part for circumstances that
require them to go on separate paths. After that, their futures are cloudy at
best,” he murmured quietly.
Shaken, the twins looked at each other. Legolas…what about
their beloved archer? They both focused on their father as he stood and went to
the windows, where Calenglîr joined him silently. “Ada…”
“I know what you would ask, Elladan. I do not know what
comes for Legolas,” Elrond interrupted his son as he leaned into his lover,
seeking strength that was waning. The twins looked at each other again, eyes
filled with worry as they thought on what they could do. “However.” They both
looked forward again in surprise at this continuation. Elrond turned to them and
smiled quietly. “However…I need you to gather the Dunedain. The return of the
King is approaching and he will need his people and the ones he trusts most at
his side for the trials there. I foresee that it will be most important in the
final battle if they survive up until then.”
“Ada…are you asking us to go?” Elrohir asked quietly in
hope as he and Elladan sat up straighter.
“Aye and with haste. While it is not for certain, in the
end, you may be the last line of defense should they fail,” Elrond replied with
a nod. “Go…and may the Valar protect you.”
“You can count on us, Ada. We shall make all haste and
return here to know where they are so we may join up with them,” Elladan stated
as he and his twin stood immediately, eager to begin.
Smiling softly as he came over, Elrond took his sons’ hands
and squeezed them. “So that you know, I bless your love with all my heart. Go,
return to him, and then…return to me,” he whispered tenderly. He held them
close, kissing their temples before stepping back, smiling at them.
“Ada…for you, we also approve. And we both know Nana would
approve,” Elladan whispered with a smile, eyes twinkling as Elrond smiled
brilliantly at them.
“Thank you my sons,” Elrond whispered, smiling as Calenglîr
came over by them, smiling in relief.
“Aye, hannon le, Elladan…Elrohir. Please take care of my
best friend,” Calenglîr added quietly as he laced his arm through Elrond’s
elbow. (Thank you)
“We best prepare ourselves, brother and leave to find the
Dunedain. It shall take us a bit to find them,” Elrohir said with a smile at his
brother before they left immediately to pack.
Calenglîr sat his lover down and leaned against the desk.
“Do not worry, melethen vorn. They will not fail and I believe that Legolas will
be waiting for them,” he said warmly, winking playfully. (my dark love)
“I know. Now…come to me,” Elrond replied with a smile
before pulling his lover onto his lap. He knew in his heart that he had to
believe that everything would work out. He just had to.
TBC
