Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 10/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind them! ~_^
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash.
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and Elrohir/Rumil
Rating: NC-17…bwahaha
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince
Notes: Here I thought it was going to be another month for more because the muses went on hiatus! Glad I was wrong! Thanks for the reviews and to MA thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated!

‘thoughts’

Eyes sharp with irritation and impatience, Thranduil stared at where his commanding officer as well as his eldest son knelt before him after giving the news that the creature Gollum had escaped. He turned from them and stood, nearly growling in his frustration as the two nervously watched him while his scribe, Calenglîr, sat nearby writing, yet ever attentive to what the King may need at a moment's notice. 'This is unacceptable! Here we were charged to watch this creature and he escaped?!' "This is absolutely intolerable!" he finally yelled as he whirled around, glaring at his repentant son and general.

"My King, forgive me, but it was a terrible oversight. We did not think that the creature would be so clever in escaping from our guards, nor did we anticipate such an attack from the Yrch." His general, Doronvell, looked up slowly, face grim. "We took for granted the cunning of such an evil," he said regretfully. (Orcs)

"And now this Gollum is free after we had been charged with its caretaking!" Thranduil snarled out as he stalked over. His hand whipped out, slapping both his son and his general across the face in stinging blows before he stalked away, pacing in his rage.

"My Lord! A message has arrived from Imladris!" One of the border guards rushed in, carrying a scroll. He immediately knelt, bowing his head as he offered the scroll to his King, who took it with a soft growl.

"Elrond again?! What have I to say to that…" trailing off as he read the missive, Thranduil stood stock still as a heavy silence fell over the group. Roaring in sudden rage, Thranduil turned, grabbed a heavy vase, and launched it at a wall, smashing it. "Council!? He dares to call a Council because some Hobbit found a Ring that *may* be the weapon of the enemy?!" he ranted as he began to pace again, gesturing wildly.

"Ada, what did Lord Elrond request?" Brandglaur asked as he stood up, concerned for the land of which his brother's heart belonged in.

"A council is being called and representatives are to be sent from all lands so that a plan can be formulated on the destruction of the One Ring! I thought it had been destroyed with Isildur!" Thranduil shouted as he continued his pacing, pushing papers to the ground as he passed his desk in anger.

"It was never said, my King, however, this timing is too coincidental to the loss of Gollum. We should at the least send a delegation to Imladris to inform them of what has happened," Calenglîr suggested calmly and didn't even flinch as Thranduil whirled on him, eyes flaring with his rage.

"And have that Peredhel laugh at how he has not only made a slut of my youngest, but also succeeded in making us look to be incompetent Elflings?! I think not!" the King raged as he took to pacing once more.

"Ada! Legolas is no slut! How dare you-"

"I will dare what I wish, Brandglaur, and you should dare to keep your mouth shut!" Thranduil cut off his son with a snarl as he faced his son, glaring him down.

"I will *not* keep my mouth shut!!" Brandglaur roared back, stunning the room into silence as he surged forward in his own rage. "I have listened to you bash my brother and his choice of love for nigh unto five decades now and it is enough! Legolas truly loves Lord Elrond and how *dare* you claim that their love is beneath us! It is pure and sacred, just as your love was sacred with nana! And your people are indeed competent in all things, but were blinded once with trust and overcome by those Orcs! How dare you insult our people and our fellow Elves in the thought that they would stoop so low as to ridicule us in our loss!" He stopped, panting angrily as he glared coldly at his father, the silence thick enough to suffocate as father and heir faced off.

Growling angrily, Thranduil turned away and stalked over towards the windows, where he stood, glowering. Silence fell once more, heavy and foreboding as they all waited for Thranduil's next move. His next words cut through that silence, shocking them all. "What would you suggest?"

Shaking himself out of his shock, Brandglaur moved forward a bit. "Send Legolas and a couple of others to deliver both the news and be our representatives. Give him that," he responded softly, firmly.

Thranduil glanced over his shoulder at his son before turning fully, arms crossed low over his chest. "You would have me break my decree," he pronounced calmly, eyes hard.

"I would have you break those binding words that have destroyed many lives, Ada, and save my youngest sibling's heart," Brandglaur corrected his father quietly as he stood straight before his father, not moving as the King came over slowly, looking him in the eye.

Searching his son's gaze, Thranduil's face hardened before he turned away. "Very well. Tell Legolas that he is to gather a small party and head for Imladris immediately," he murmured quietly as he walked away.

Heart leaping in joy, Brandglaur beamed. "Aye, Ada! You will not regret this!" he cried before heading from the room immediately, intent on finding his brother.

'You are wrong, ionen…I regret it already,' Thranduil thought sadly as he stood coldly before the great windows, his silence a dismissal for the other three Elves in his study as he went deep into thought on what the future might portend for all of them.

Especially his youngest.

*~~**~~*

A quiet breeze blew through the air around the twin sons of Elrond as they stood watch, keen eyes upon the border of their home. They both glanced up, testing the air as they listened; attention piqued at the shift. It portended towards a change…

They both shifted on their post, arrows sliding into place as they sensed an intruder. Or rather, several intruders. They watched intently as four hooded riders came into the wood, rolling smoothly with their mounts' gaits before stopping. The lead rider tilted his head back slightly as if listening to the wind. "We have come for the Council."

The soft, yet firm voice startled both Peredhil and they immediately went down to the ground, unable to believe their hearing. They came out from the woods, faces calm as they pointed their arrows at the group. "Name thyself," Elladan called out, gesturing with his head.

Silence met his request for a second before a chuckle floated out. The head rider pushed back his hood, earning gasps of shock from the twins. "Really, Elladan…did you not recognize me? Has it been so long?" Legolas asked teasingly, his eyes sparkling both with mirth and the slight misting of tears as he grinned.

"Legolas!" The twins' voices were equally filled with shock and joy as they lowered their weapons. Legolas immediately dismounted and they came together in a giant hug, laughing and crying at the same time as they were reunited.

"We never thought that-" Elrohir started as he leaned back, wiping at his face as he smiled joyfully at their friend and father's lover.

"-you would be returned to us!" Elladan continued as he too wiped his face, face nearly breaking with his smile.

"Aye, twas on my mind as well. But we have much to thank my eldest brother for it was he that finally broke through my father's stubbornness!" Legolas cried with a laugh as he wiped his face.

"Ada is going to be more than pleased!" Elladan muttered, grinning as Elrohir laughed softly.

"Shall we not expect to see you then this night, Prince?" Elrohir asked innocently, snickering as Legolas flushed and glanced away, his chuckles echoed by the rest of the Mirkwood party.

"Come! We must have you in Imladris quickly, else it shall all be for naught! Follow us!" Elladan said briskly with a final clap to Legolas' shoulder. They called for a couple of back-ups to take their places as Legolas mounted his steed, and then all six proceeded for the Last Homely House.

*~~**~~*

"We know what we must do, Mithrandir…but who will be able to do it?" Elrond's voice was tired as he stood before his fireplace, gazing hopelessly into the blazing fire there. It had been less than a month since Glorfindel had returned with an injured Frodo who had been carrying the One Ring, and then Aragorn later arriving with three other Hobbits. Since then, the reports of darkness that had been coming in steadily, as well as Gandalf's own revelations of treachery from Sarumon, were draining the Peredhel of any hope he might have of their success against the rising tide of evil.

He walked back over to where Glorfindel, Erestor, and Gandalf were seated, all silent as they thought on who might indeed be able to carry the One Ring back to Mordor to be destroyed in Mount Doom. It had already been decided that neither Glorfindel nor Elrond's own sons could go on this quest, since they were too well known and powerful. Sighing as he sat down once more, Elrond was tempted to cradle his aching head within his hands. His heart longed for Legolas, his beloved wind runner, and his love's calming presence, but he had almost given up on that hope a decade ago.

They all looked over as a commotion was heard outside of the door before it was pushed in and a beaming Aragorn came into the room. "My Lords…a party has arrived from an Elven realm," he said as he bowed his head, then stood away from the door.

"Who is…it…" Elrond trailed off, bewildered, as a blond figure came in, smiling softly at them while he bowed his head in greeting. His heart stopped in astonishment, Elrond watched as Legolas came over to the desk and chairs before it.

"My Lords…I bring news from Mirkwood," Legolas said formally, though his eyes twinkled with impishness as well as joy as they looked at each of the gathered before focusing on one Elf solely.

"It is good to see you, meldiren!" Glorfindel interrupted the impromptu report as he leapt up, crushing Legolas in a bear hug, which the Mirkwood Elf returned with a laugh. (my dear friend)

"Aye! It has been too long, Legolas!" Erestor added happily as he stood and also hugged the Prince. As he pulled back, the dark haired advisor winked at the golden Prince before nodding at his own lover. The two left with a promise from Legolas to catch up on news as the Prince stood where he was.

Mithrandir also stood, clasping his hand briefly on Legolas' shoulder in warm greeting before leaving with Aragorn, shutting and locking the door behind them. Silence descended upon the two remaining as they stared at each other, both disbelieving of the fact that they were together in the same room for the first time in five decades.

Slowly, Elrond stood, bracing himself somewhat as he was still shaky with the shock. "You…are here…" he whispered hoarsely, suddenly finding himself unable to really speak through his tears. Legolas nodded mutely, tears in his own eyes as he turned to watch his beloved while the Lord moved around the desk and to his prince's side. A gentle hand came up, trembling visibly before it touched pale skin and both exhaled shakily on sobs at that first touch as Legolas leaned his cheek into it. "You are truly…here!" Elrond whispered again, shaking his head in disbelief even as his fingers stroked away the tears on his blond Prince’s face while his own tear-filled gaze took in the sight he had desired for so long.

 

"Aye, melethen…I am here and I shall never leave you again if I can help it…" Legolas whispered, just as choked up as his own fingers traced over Elrond's face tremblingly, finding all the details that had faded with the years in his mind’s eye. (my love)

Elrond suddenly sobbed and they leaned in immediately, lips meeting in a crushing kiss. They each kept a hand on the other's face as their other arms wrapped around each other, holding them tightly together as their mouths and tongues explored their opposites' anew. Elrond's fingers slowly made their way back to tangle in the golden locks as Legolas' hand moved up to caress a softly pointed ear tip tenderly, both shuddering in rising pleasure at the familiar and oh so ached for touches. Soft whimpers and sobs came between the gasps and sounds of lips and tongues meeting in a heated duel of passion before they broke the kiss and leaned their foreheads together, gazing at one another steadily even as they caressed each other.

"Too long…it has been too long…" Legolas murmured softly, eyes fluttering in pleasure as a gentle finger caressed his ear much as he had just done to his beloved.

"It has indeed…let me bathe you, pamper you…love you…I will not let you go this night…" Elrond murmured back promisingly, earning a moan of want from Legolas as the younger Elf rocked ever so slightly against him in need. He gently pulled back, lacing their fingers together as he led the way to the stairs that would take them to his private chambers, occasionally sneaking kisses and caresses as they made their way up, always smiling at the other.

They finally came to the familiar rooms and stopped, just kissing and caressing the other in the middle of the room. Eventually, Elrond released his beloved prince's lips and reached up. Slowly, delicately, he unlaced every tie that held the travel dirtied tunic together before caressing the pale warm flesh there. Legolas moaned softly as he took a shaky breath, his head falling backwards in bliss as he arched closer to the knowing touches. His clothes falling to the ground, Legolas stepped away from the last of the barriers and smiled as Elrond raked his gaze over his lean form. He then reached up and began returning the favor to his love, removing each article of clothing in as steady a motion as his trembling fingers could allow.

Gazing at each other, the two lovers laced fingers and continued on their way to the bathing rooms. Once there, Legolas slipped into the hot bath, sighing in relief as travel weary muscles were soothed by the heated liquid before he looked up at his love. Elrond lay out along the lip of the sunken bath and began to slowly unbraid the golden silk, running his fingers through it as Legolas groaned in pleasure. Once finished, he reached over for the large pitcher and began pouring the steaming water over the sunshine-touched locks, rinsing them and preparing them to be cleaned.

Sighing in pleasure, Legolas folded his arms on the lip and closed his eyes while resting his head on his arms, allowing his dark one to clean and pamper him. He raised his arms one by one when needed, chuckling with Elrond at the silliness that they indulged in with his fingers before they settled down. Elrond stroked his fingers lovingly through the gleaming locks, smiling softly as Legolas relaxed under his touch. He idly traced an ear point, earning a soft shudder from his lover before hazy blue eyes looked up at him.

"Come into the water, melethen," the Prince commanded softly, coyly as he smiled before leaning back from their embrace. Elrond chuckled lowly, but obeyed, slipping into the space that Legolas had vacated and sighing as the warmth enveloped him slowly. He smiled gently as Legolas floated to him, seating himself on the Peredhel's lap as he twined his arms around Elrond's neck, while Elrond rested his hands on the strong thighs straddling him. They said nothing, just sat together, watching the other as the steaming water relaxed them.

Then, ever so slowly, Legolas began to rock in small circles against his love. Elrond groaned deeply as his hands ran up the flexing thighs that held him to cup the undulating buttocks, kneading it and causing Legolas to gasp in pleasure. They kissed softly at first, just enjoying the pleasure wrought from the simple movements before it deepened. Tongues tangling, they began rocking against each other, the soft sounds of water lapping against porcelain mingling with the wet sound of lips and tongues meeting heatedly.

Legolas suddenly tossed his head and gazed at his beloved with a gaze full of passion. "Prepare me for you. I need you inside," he whispered huskily, groaning as he felt a finger enter him immediately. He reached over for some of the bath oil and covered his hand before bringing it between them. He smirked as Elrond moaned and arched into his hand as he prepared his lover for taking him, even while he was pushing back onto the invading trio of fingers that was preparing him.

With a whimper of need, he released Elrond and reached behind to remove his love's fingers from his body before shifting up. He kept his gaze locked with Elrond as the Peredhel held his own member steady while the Prince began his descent onto the awaiting member. Both cried as they were made one, arching at the perfect union that their bodies joined in as he seated himself onto the dark Elf's lap. They stayed still, just reveling in their unity as Legolas rested his head on Elrond's shoulder, panting softly as he adjusted to the size.

With a small moan, Elrond shifted underneath Legolas, pushing into him slightly in impatience and causing a soft yelp of pleasure to leave the blond as they shifted together. Raising himself, the Prince gazed at his adored Peredhel and smiled as he lifted himself slowly, then plunged back down, causing them both to arch in pleasure as they cried out as one. The pace swiftly increased as abstinence and longing took over and they were soon bucking against each other wildly. Elrond sat up, his hands gripping Legolas' hips as he pounded up into the writhing blond as they crashed together repeatedly in a very well known rhythm.

A cry of Elrond's name in bliss left Legolas' kiss-swollen lips as he arched sharply, shaking in his climax as his seed floated into the water from his violently trembling shaft. Elrond groaned deeply as he thrust a couple more times before the clamping of Legolas' muscles on his own straining member threw him over the edge as well. He thrust hard once, growling out Legolas' name as he filled his lover with his essence, marking the blond once more as his. They collapsed together, nuzzling close in sated bliss amidst the warm water as their release washed over them and left them satiated.

After a few minutes, they stood, Elrond supporting Legolas, and left the bath to dry off and head for the bed. They made love several times, engaging in play and switching roles often as the afternoon and night wore on. Finally, as dawn neared, they fell into reverie, twined around the other in peaceful joy, content to be together despite the darkness looming around them.

TBC

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