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: R
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince
Notes: Like the last part, did ya? Thanks to Orchyd for the beta and Elvish
help! I'm learning…really I am!! Let the teasing (and other couples) commence!
Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated!
‘thoughts’
Humming softly, Glorfindel walked alongside his mate toward the Hall of Fire for
their morning meal. He grinned as he caught the Councilor casting him yet
another curious glance and asked, "Aye, pen-vornen?" (my dark one)
Frowning slightly at being caught, Erestor raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Just
curious as to where your fair mood has come from, melethronen," he replied with
a shrug. (my lover)
"Ah… it could be that your question shall be answered once we arrive for
breakfast, pen-vaelui," came the saucy reply as they entered the Hall.
Glorfindel's grin grew as he noticed that his dark one had stopped and was
staring at the two that were already seated and eating. (Lustful one)
The golden head bent closer to the ebony head as the Lord of Imladris spoke
softly with the Prince of Mirkwood. But that wasn't what had caught the
Councilor's attention. What had caught his attention were the interlaced fingers
and the loving smiles that were shared between the two as they spoke softly over
some trifle. Casting a narrowed glance at his lover, Erestor raised his eyebrow
once more in silent query.
Raising his hands up defensively, the former Gondolin Lord chuckled. "I can not
tell what is right before your eyes, pen-vornen!" he said with an impish wink.
Before Erestor could retort, Glorfindel was striding towards the two conversers,
both of whom glanced up when they heard the soft footsteps. Sighing in outward
annoyance, yet smirking inwardly with silent approval, Erestor followed the
Seneschal.
Tilting his head in greeting, Elrond sat back and kept an eye on his two dearest
friends and advisors. “Maer aur, mellynen. Did you sleep well?” he asked with a
smile. His smile spread as he caught Erestor’s glance at his interlaced fingers
with the prince’s and he brought their hands up farther as if in defiance. (Good
morning, my friends.)
"Maer aur, Lord Elrond, Prince Legolas," Erestor demurred; Both Glorfindel and
Erestor bowed their heads in greeting before seating themselves. "Aye, I slept
well, as did Glorfindel," he said with a glance at his mate.
Biting his lip on a grin, Glorfindel nodded amiably. "Aye, slept well and was
woken up nicely I must say," he said cheekily, earning a blush from his mate and
a couple of laughs for his efforts.
"I know of that, meldir," Legolas said, casting shy smile toward his Peredhel.
Elrond just cocked an eyebrow in innocent inquiry, causing the Prince to poke
him in the side in amusement.
"So, must we now expect more cooing repartee from you both?" Erestor questioned
in a much put upon sigh, rolling his eyes in their direction.
"Only as much as you and Glorfindel show, meldir," Elrond said slyly when he
traced his Prince's delicate fingers, grinning while Erestor blushed and
Glorfindel laughed.
"Ai, he has us there, pen-vornen," the Seneschal said in amusement, patting
Erestor on the head, weathering his mate's glare. "We shall just have to be
better examples."
"In what Age?" Elrond asked innocently, and Legolas laughed softly as the two
Councilors exchanged chagrined looks. Standing with a sigh, Elrond smiled at the
small group. "I must tend to my work. I shall expect you soon, Erestor," he
warned with a wag of his finger; Erestor bowed his head in agreement. Elrond
turned to Legolas and leaned in, brushing his lips over the upturned ones of his
blond lover. "I shall see you later, ernilen valthen. Daro enni," he whispered
softly, Legolas’ smile warming his heart. (my golden prince. Wait for me.)
“Derithon uireb, maethoren 'wathren,” Legolas purred, then smiled as he received
another kiss before the Peredhel Lord went to begin his day's duties. (I shall
wait always, my shadow warrior)
“Well, well… it would seem that the bet has come to a conclusion, pen-geleb.”
Elladan’s voice was filled with amusement as the twins and their Lorien lovers
joined the three Elves for breakfast. (silvery one)
"Bet, pen-neth?" Erestor asked in interest, everyone's attention drawn to the
newcomers. (young one)
"Not until we know who started it, tôr-iaur," Elrohir haughtily chided his
brother. (older brother)
"Aye, aye, I bet it was Ada. He is not always so patient," Elladan said with a
wide grin at his mate, who just cocked an eyebrow in interest. “Anirach nordhvoe,
chithlain, egor angwedh fuin hen am maudhech, pen-geleb?" he asked sweetly of
Haldir, who just smirked. (…father. Do you want soft cord, hithlain, or chain
this night for your punishment, my silver one?)
"Ai! Save your sweet talk for the bedroom!" Rumil cried out with a laugh as he
batted his hand at them. "I do not wish to know my oldest brother's bedroom
habits!" He grinned sweetly as Haldir rolled his eyes and hit him upside the
head.
"Actually… it was I who approached your Adar, Elladan," Legolas said with a soft
smile.
"Oh?! This can not be! Nay!" Elladan said in dismay, looking over at his lover
in disappointment; Haldir's grin grew more predatory. "And I was so looking
forward to having fun tonight," he pouted.
"Who says there will be no fun had?" Haldir purred with a leer as he caressed
his love's chin and winked playfully.
"By the Valar, you two! Must you be so obvious?" Glorfindel sighed, shielding
his eyes against their display.
"Indeed… though, it is refreshing," Legolas agreed with a nod. He smiled at
Haldir. "I must thank you, mellonen, for advising me so well last night," he
said warmly, then blinked in confusion as Haldir's eyes widened in alarm as he
gestured for Legolas to hush.
Eyes darkening with anger and suspicion, Elladan slowly turned to his mate, who
was looking decidedly uncomfortable. "Advising, hmm? You cheated!" the Peredhel
Lord cried as he pointed at Haldir accusingly.
Lifting his hands up in defense before him, Haldir protested. "Nay, nay! 'Twas
before our bet!"
"Oh? The bet was made the other afternoon, at practice, meldir. Legolas just
said 'last night'," Elrohir said, amusement tingeing his voice as he twined his
fingers with Rumil's. He glanced at his mate as Haldir swallowed hard and
started edging from his seat. "You did not have anything to do with that, did
you pen-galad?" he asked, then snickered as Haldir bolted from his chair with a
snarling Elladan chasing him out of the hall, accusing the Lorien Elf of
cheating to receive bed favors. (light one)
Rumil covered his mouth, laughing softly and shaking his head. "Nay, I knew not
of his plans that night. I was walking with you at the time, môren vain," he
said fondly as he caressed Elrohir's fingers tenderly before kissing the back of
the hand he held captive. (my beautiful darkness)
"Good, for then you would be quite lacking tonight in your winnings," Elrohir
teased with a wide grin before returning to his breakfast.
The grin that came to Rumil's face was impish and the other three Elves watched
them in bemusement; they shook their heads before finishing their neglected
meal.
*~~**~~*
Night descended upon the vale with little to no incident, yet there was still
tension in the air. Haldir could feel it as he stood in the room he shared with
Elladan when he stayed in Imladris. He watched his beloved as the Peredhel stood
near the crackling fire. He let his eyes wander once more over the Ithil
illuminated form, tracing every line, curve, and texture in an appreciation that
never faded. From the instant that he’d seen the darkling Elf, he’d been
captivated and his constant observation of Elladan was not something unnoticed.
He knew his love’s every emotion just by a single twitch of a muscle.
It was a talent he employed this eve. He watched his dark one's silhouette
against the fire, staring into the flames as if for guidance. Since that
morning, their relationship had been strained; Haldir's silence was out of
penitence and Elladan's was from insult. The situation was taking its toll on
them both. And now, the Lorien Elf dejectedly watched the ramrod straight form
of his lover, seeing the tension that even now kept them apart.
Haldir sighed softly, sadly, knowing he was at fault. It went far beyond his
‘tipping the scale’ for the wager. He had a feeling he knew what the problem
was, but allowing Elladan to speak first was always the best salve for their
hearts’ wounds. Silently, he straightened from his position and moved over to
stand in front of Elladan. He gazed into the stormy eyes that watched him,
allowing the tension to build for but a moment before he made his move.
“Man trasta gûrech, aniren vôr?” the silver-haired March Warden asked, quietly
reaching for Elladan's hand on the mantle. He frowned when Elladan pulled his
hand away and looked up. (What troubles your heart, my dark desire?)
“Úna estel immen, i avawarthech ned a mronwer aen?" the Half-Elf asked heatedly,
gray eyes flashing like the storm clouds. He crossed his arms over his chest and
paced away, face dark with his foul mood. "It feels like you could not even
trust what was going to happen! Is submitting to me so hard for you?!" he
demanded, whirling on the Silvan Elf. (Is there no trust between us that you
could not have left things to their nature?)
"Nay! That was not my intent in the least, aduialen! I found him in the garden,
watching your Adar and I wanted to help! He would have done nothing if I had
stayed silent, for I know what it is like to hide your feelings in fear!" Haldir
cried as he reached for his lover again, eyes shining with hurt and love. (my
twilight)
Eyes softening with love and understanding, Elladan stepped towards his beloved,
moving into the welcome embrace. He placed sure hands on Haldir's chest as he
spoke. "I did not know that was the case. I thought you would squirm out of a
fair bet," he said sheepishly as he was wrapped in Haldir's strong arms.
A loving smile crossed Haldir's fair features. He bent his head in and brushed
his lips over Elladan's before whispering, "Why would I do that when I enjoy
everything you give me? Gûren… cuilen… I love you and only you. I will never
want another and I thank the Valar for blessing me with the strength to tell
you." A gentle smile preceded Elladan's passionate response: the melding of
their lips together in a heated exchange. (My heart…my life)
The kiss broke naturally when air became a necessity. They gazed at each other
steadily, lips red and moist from the exchange. Haldir grinned slowly as he
fingered a soft lock of his beloved one's hair. "Anirach nordhvoe, chithlain,
egor angwedh fuin hen am maudhech, pen-vornen?" He whispered with a tilt of his
chin. (Do you want soft cord, hithlain, or chain this night for your punishment,
my dark one?)
"Am *maudhech*… pen-geleb," Elladan said with a wicked grin, much to Haldir's
delight, filling him with desire. (For *your punishment*, my silver one.)
They moved toward the bed, and Haldir came to a silent decision that it wasn't
that bad to give in to the keeper of his heart.
*~~**~~*
A golden head bent close to an ebony head as the two listeners stood outside
Haldir and Elladan's room. The two grinned at each other as they heard Haldir's
cry and nodded. "Seems to be that Haldir proved to be flexible, even in his
pride," Legolas said, beaming.
Elrond's eyes twinkled mischievously as he drew Legolas to him with a strong
arm, caressing a light finger down Legolas' face. “A manen celeg nach,
pen-valthen?” he purred out sweetly. (And just how flexible are you, my golden
one?)
Eyes darkening with desire, Legolas pressed close as he murmured, "Celegwain,
hîren." He shivered when Elrond ran a possessive hand down his back to clasp his
buttocks. (Very flexible, my lord.)
"Tiratham," Elrond growled out softly before taking Legolas' hand and heading
back to his rooms with a delighted Legolas. The night was still young after all!
(We shall see.)
TBC
