Work it out! sequel to against all odds

Title: Work it out. Sequel to Against all odds
Author: Peniel
E-mail: familie@hetnet.nl (P.S. I am busy so it might take a while before I respond but I –will- respond. I love feedback)
Pairings: Existing: Elrohir/Legolas ; Elladan/Lindir ; Elrond/Erestor ; Glorfindel/Rumil
New pairings: Haldir/Thranduil ; Orophin/Ecthelion
Rating: NC-17 and -no- BSDM, Incest or character death
Summary: Lindir is pregnant (I know someone who’s going to do a summersault now) and creates chaos around Imladris. Thranduil is trying to hide from his matchmaking son Legolas and his husband. Haldir offers to play his lover to achieve that goal. And Orophin finally falls in love with someone he doesn’t even know. Who? And how? Read and find out….
Genre: AU mancmance; Drama; Angst
Warning: Highly AU.
Author’s notes:

I try to keep the elvish I use at a high level, but I will not state it is flawless, though I am tempted to say there might be more errors in my English than in my elfish, naturally I apologize for any of them. I base my translations upon several wordlists and the grammar as given by Helga F.
And as I’ve said: this is finally the sequel to Against all odds. You can read it separately, though some things might be strange to you if you haven’t read Against all odds. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as Against all odds.

And, here too, these are the meanings of the signs:
“ ” Indicates speech
/ Indicates thought
~~~~~~~~ Indicates a change in time or place
- - Emphasises the word(s)
` ` Indicates far speaking.

Let’s start the tale:

Chapter one Unexpected happiness

Several months have passed since the wedding took place and the valley of Imladris bathed in peace and quiet once again.

Legolas smiled happily as he climbed the stairs leading up the roof to join his beloved. Elrohir turned when he reached it and smiled seductively. Legolas grinned but shook his head. “Not tonight, verno nin. Too many people walk the grounds.”
Elrohir shrugged and snuffed. “As if they wouldn’t know it otherwise.”
Legolas laughed, pulling his love close to his body. “True, they would. But they wouldn’t be able to watch. I don’t want others to see you naked.”
Elrohir cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t be jealous now, love. Come, sit and enjoy the eve with me. How do you think Adan and Lindir are doing?”
Legolas shrugged. “Fine by the looks of it. I hope they get pregnant soon, I’m highly curious how he will act.”
Elrohir grinned. “And what he’ll eat. I already pity Elladan. He’ll have to walk on egg shelves.”

He purred when Legolas pulled him tighter against his body, enabling him to really lay back. “But weren’t you more worried about your father? Were you serious?”
Legolas nodded. “Aye. He needs a mate. But there are none that qualify. Not at home anyway.” His voice carried sadness and regret.
Elrohir grinned. “Why don’t you just keep an eye on him? Maybe you’ll see an elf he likes or that likes him?” He too didn’t like seeing the old regal elf so alone. It pained him.
Legolas shrugged. “Maybe. It’s a pity our fathers forbade us to do anything for Glorfindel and Rumil. I would love to do something for them.”
Elrohir laughed warmly. “Aye, me too, but they were serious. And I do think time is all they need is.” He didn’t repeat Thranduil’s words of how they’d do more damage than good.
“I hope so. I find it fortunate Haldir and Orophin stayed too.”

He grinned. “Are we going to hunt together tomorrow?”
Elrohir nodded. “Aye, the eight of us. Nine if we can get your father to accompany us.”
Legolas sighed contented and closed his eyes. “Can we go inside? I want to make love.”
Elrohir’s eyes darkened in lust and he purred seductively as he stood, pulling his lover along. “Aye.”

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“You smell better each time.” ‘
Elrond smiled and turned lazily in his lover’s embrace. “And your beauty grows daily still. I am a highly fortunate elf to have you.”
Erestor sighed contented and snuggled even closer. “As am I. Melin le.” He would never tire of saying it.

He smiled warmly as he the the other stroked his hip while he was already dozing of. He’d exhausted Elrond this time but it had been wonderful and at least now Elrond would get his much needed sleep. Erestor’s eyes were filled with warmth, love and affection. He tightened his embrace and kissed his lover’s hair. He intended to watch Elrond’s sleep and make sure nothing disturbed it.

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Thranduil strode through the corridors the way he did his own, like a Dwarf looking for an orc to behead. All elves hastily jumped aside, not whishing to collide with the powerful elvenking.

Haldir’s eyes sparkled when he saw it. He cocked his head as he studied the king, who would never seize to amaze him. He has had many dealings with the elf, though more with his advisors, and found him to be extremely deceptive. After all these years Haldir still had caught but a glimpse of the elf behind the regal mask. But he knew one thing: he admired the king, if nothing else. To hold the evil forces at bay for such a long time without a ring was prove of wisdom, power, strength and loyalty he wasn’t sure Celeborn could produce. Aye, he found Celeborn to be wise, strong, loyal and powerful, but Haldir wasn’t sure if ‘Lóriën would have survived without the aid of Galadriel’s ring.

He forced his musings from his mind when the face of said elf registered with him. He jumped down from the banister and approached the other. “Thranduil Sire, you seeoubloubled. Is there anything I can do?”

Thranduil stopped and narrowed his eyes, taking in the bowing elf. He seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember anything about him. Then he realised this was one of Rumil’s brothers and he smiled. “Just trying to avoid my matchmaking sons.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I do hope Lindir gets pregnant. It’ll give them something else to focus on.”

Haldir smiled, feeling sorry for the king. He had suffered Elrohir’s and Lego sch schemes enough to know how bad one of them was and he could not imagine what they’d be together. “You have my sympathies, sire, I myself fled when one of them came to Lothlóriën. I cannot imagine what they must be like working together.”
Thranduil smiled at the genuine tone and shrugged. “No one can, I wager.”

He looked out and smiled, seeing Rumil walk hand in hand with Glorfindel. “Their road, at least, is no hard one.”
Haldir smiled at the affectionate tone. He nodded. “They’re taking it slow, but Orophin already walked in on them thrice.” Seeing the other’s eyes widen in disbelief he ly uly understood the misconception and grinned. “Kissing, I mean. I don’t believe they’ve…” He trailed off, but Thranduil nodded in understanding, looking at the discussed couple again. “I’m happy for them.”
Haldir warmed with pride. “Aye, me too. Though I must say I’m surprised Legolas and Elrohir didn’t try to meddle. Orophin and I wconsconstantly on the wall, so to say.”
Thranduil smiled. “I ordered them not to. As did Elrond, though I were more harsh with my words.” He shrugged. “Which is probably why they are torturing me, I suppose.”

Haldir smiled and cocked his head. “You should train your fighting skills, get it out your system. Or invent a lover.”
Thranduil frowned but smiled at the notion. It has been ages since he’s handled a sword for the last time. He nodded. “Sounds like a perfect suggestion, though I amthe the to fight against the children.” He cocked his head and took in the other, remembering the tales of his skills in battle and nodded again. “Perhaps you would like to spar with me?”
Haldir’s eyes widened in surprise and his couldn’t hide the spreading blush. The uncertainty about his second suggestion didn’t help to calm him down. He figured it merely meant the sparring and felt honoured and stuttered an agreement, making the king grin in amusement. “See you at the practising area in half an hour then.” Thranduil walked away, feeling lighter than before.

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Erestor groaned when a knock sounded through the room. Carefully he disentangled himself from Elrond, whispering soothing words to prevent him from waking.

He hurried to answer the knock and was shocked to see a panicking Elladan on the other side. “Elladan? Man nás?”
Elladan flung himself at Erestor and sighed relieved. “Lindir. Something’s wrong. I think he’s sick.”
Erestor gasped but immediately his thoughts took over. “Lindir’s fully elven, he can’t get sick.”
Elladan growled. “Don’t you think I know that? But he’s not feeling well, I don’t know what to do. Where’s ata?” His voice was loaded with fear and the desperation and panic easily seeped through.

Erestor was loathe to wake his lover up, who really needed a good sleep, but he knew he had to. Neither Elladan nor Lindir would want another healer, and Elrond himself would be dead before allowing anyone else to tend to them.

Sighing he approached the bed and touched his lover. “Melamin, wake up.”
The lord of Imladris stirred once, twice and then his eyes fluttered open, a happy smile gracing his features upon seeing his love. They contorted when he saw the fear in the beautiful dark orbs and he flared up. “Erestor, what is it?”

Hearing his father’s voice made Elladan release a little shriek and he now flung himself at his fa. “L. “Lindir is ill. I don’t know what’s happening or why he’s ill, but he is.”
Elrond was up instantly and dressed himself in a hurry, already firing questions at Elladan, who managed to answer them.

Without delay he sped through the corridors to his son’s rooms, barging in.

He only stepped aside to allow Elladan to rush to Lindir’s side, who lay on the bed, groaning in agony. Elrond and Erestor both sat down on the bed and Lindir focused on the second, seeing the eyes display the immense pain he felt. He allowed Elrond to examine him and ask questions and he felt a little relieved when Erestor’s eyes warmed with happiness, though the pain on his behalf didn’t evaporate.

Elrond smiled and grasped Lindir’s hands. “I shall make you something to numb the pain. Elladan tells me you’ve been feeling like this for near two weeks now. Is that accurate?”
Lindir nodded, grimacing. “Aye, but it’s getting worse.”
Elrond nodded. “I know. Críanrían had even worse pains when she was carrying Arwen.” He smiled at their disbelieving faces. “Aye, Lindir, you are pregnant. You can expect morning sickness to kick in at any day now. And mood swings. And I can already tell you I will not be the one to journey to the kitchen at night.”

Elladan screamed in happiness when he realised his father was serious and he hugged his love. “You’re pregnant. I can’t believe it. You’re getting a child.”
Lindir smiled but shook his head. “-We’re- getting a child, Elladan.” Knowing there was nothing wrong with him made him shed tears of happiness himself and he rested his head on Elladan’s shoulder.

Coming down a little he smiled and looked at Elrond. “Guide me through this?”
Elrond nodded. “Of course we shall. I shall make a diet for you and a schedule and we’ll all be there for you. Do you want to send for your parents?”
Lindir closed his eyes but then shook his head. “Nay. Rather not.”
Elrond nodded. “Then we won’t.” He smiled affectionately at them and looked at Erestor. “I’m sorry, but I’m going back to bed. I’m exhausted.” Elladan and Lindir looked at him and he could read their affection in their eyes and smiled warmly. “But don’t hesitate to come whenever you think you need me. At any time.”

He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss on Lindir’s forehead. “You carry a life inside you, Lindir. People will start to treat you as a treasure.”
Lindir blushed but looked warm at the Peredhel. “As long as you won’t. I need my family to be steady.”
Erestor nodded. “And so we shall, though some members are bound to become just a little more protective of you. Come, Elrond, off to bed. And Elladan, you’re the father, but you’ve got us to nag as well.”
Elladan nodded and smiled. “I’m glad, I’ve no experience. Ata, you’re becoming an ata’da.” Elrond gasped and beamed with pride. It had not even crossed his mind yet. Elladan frowned. “What will that make Celeborn?”
Elrond grinned. “Ata ata’dava.” His voice was secure but his eyes glistened. “I think.”

Elladan grinned and returned to hugging his love. “Wait until Ro hears this. He’ll want to pamper it and Legolas will want to teach it how to use a bow.”
Lindir nodded. “He or she will have the best family. Erestor will teach how to be diplomatic, findfindel how to survive in the wild, Legolow tow to fight, Elrond how to heal, I can teach my music and you can show off your riding skills again, and I am sure Thranduil and your grandparents will want to teach it how to read someone.”
Elladan sighed and nodded, winking. “But what about Haldir and his brothers?”
Lindir grinned, catching on. “Well, we will need someone to change the diapers and to read them stories.”
Elladan pouted. “I was hoping you would do that, you have such a loving voice.”
Lindir closed his eyes and nodded solemnly. “All right, but then you change the diapers. I am so glad nothing’s wrong with me.”

Translations:
Verno nin husband mine
Melin le I love you Sindarin
Man más? What is it? (I have finally figured out how to differ between what is it and who is it: the s. man nás en man ná. It makes perfect elven sense)

TBC

Here I must place a note to warn you to be patient. It seems my muses have temporarily abandoned me. But I will never give up on my babies.....