Sleeping With the Enemy

Title: Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 14/?)

Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)

Type: FPS

Cast or Paring: Ultimately Elladan/Legolas. Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Thranduil, Bargon, (Thranduil’s Counselor OMC), Maethoron, (Thranduil’s Captain OMC), Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Celebrian and the elfling Arwen.

Legolas, Elladan, and Mithrandir in this chapter.

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it, and I am not making any money.

Timeline: Third Age.

Warning: AU. Angst. Adult language and situations. At times, this story contains males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. If this is not to your liking -- read NO further.

Beta: The one and only Aglarien who is more patient than anyone I know. Thanks Agie! Any other mistakes are my own.

A/N: *Emphasis*, (Thoughts)

This story has been floating around in my mind and demanded to be written. It features a darker Elladan than we are used to and a young vulnerable Legolas. For the purpose of this story, I have decided (with some advice from the great and wonderful Min.) that the age of majority for an elf is 500 years. Legolas will reach his majority during the year of their betrothal. NO underage sex!!! NO non-con and NO rape!!!

Feedback: Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!

Summary: Elladan startles Legolas with his frank comments and Legolas meets with Mithrandir.



Chapter Fourteen



Legolas looked at Elladan with his mouth agape. He could feel himself blushing all the way to his ears. “What…what do you mean?”



“We are betrothed and I intend to bind myself to you,” Elladan answered gently. “I am the only one that can claim you, and claim you I will. Have you thought about your majority? It is only a couple of months away.”



“Elladan….my majority?” the prince asked, somewhat overwhelmed by what he had just heard.



“Aye, it is the night you chose someone to be your teacher in the art of loving,” the elf warrior explained. “I intend to be that one, and the only one who ever touches you.”



“I know what it is, but I thought….”



“You thought what? That I would wait until we are bound?” Elladan asked quietly. “Nay, I will not.”



“And I have no say?” the prince asked incredulously.



“Would you rather have someone else teach you?” the elf warrior asked with a raised eyebrow.



“Nay!” Legolas answered all too swiftly.



“I thought not,” Elladan replied with a smile. “Last night was just the beginning of the pleasure you will know.”



Legolas visibly trembled, which caused Elladan’s smile to grow even bigger.



“You are passionate, Ernilen,” the elf warrior whispered. “Just from last night I can tell you will be an ardent lover. I imagine once you are well versed in the art of loving, we will both be well rewarded.”



“Do I mean so little to you that you would have me be a slave to your urges?” Legolas finally asked after a moment of silence.



“Nay, Legolas. I only want to teach you what it is to love,” Elladan replied softly, lifting his hand to beckon the prince to him. “From love comes the desire to be with your chosen one…heart, body and spirit.”



The prince moved to sit next to Elladan and the elf warrior wrapped an arm around Legolas’ shoulder. “I will never do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”



Legolas unconsciously relaxed against Elladan and looked up at him. “Is that why I was asked to move in here?”



“Not at all,” the elf warrior answered honestly. “I truly need your help. Nothing would have happened last night if I hadn’t been caught in a dream. Since that morning in the hayloft you are all I have been able to think about. Holding you, kissing you, loving you…it‘s been all about you.”



“You said that before, but I don’t understand why,” Legolas said, not able to comprehend Elladan’s interest in him.



“Why? Has no one ever told you how beautiful you are?” Elladan asked, causing Legolas to flush once again. “You are fairer than the fairest elves I have ever seen. Even the elves of Lorien would be jealous of your countenance. You saved my life and leg, Legolas. How could I feel any different?”



“I have been told by many in Taur-nu-Fuin that I am beautiful, but I always thought they were flattering me to gain my trust or look for a way into my father’s good graces. I was never able to trust what anyone said,” the prince explained. “That you think me beautiful...I am not sure what to think. You have no interest in my father’s dealings nor do you seek to befriend me to get in his good graces.”



“What your father does within his realm means little to me, but you, Legolas, you have proven your worth to me and it was your selfless act that brought about my change of opinion where you are concerned.”



“I only did what any other elf would have done,” Legolas replied, trying to convince Elladan that what he did was nothing special.



“But no other elf did. You did it, risking your own life while trying to save mine,” the elf warrior pointed out.



“I could not let anything happen to you,” the prince insisted.



“Whatever your reason for doing so, it is done. As is the animosity I felt towards you when you first came,” Elladan admitted. “If we are to be bound as the Valar intends, we need to find a way to come to care about one another. When my leg is healed, will you allow me to court you?”



“Court me?” Legolas asked a bit confused.



“Aye, court you,” Elladan said with genuine sincerity. “Will you allow me to court you when I am able?”



“How can I turn you down, Elladan? If we are to be bound…” Legolas answered quietly. “Aye, I will allow you to court me.”



The smile on the elf warrior’s face was brilliant and Legolas could not help smiling in return.



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Legolas made his way to Lady Celebrian’s gardens after he and Elladan had finished lunch. He loved spending time surrounded by the many flowers, and their scent always gave him a feeling of peace and tranquility. The prince had not walked far on the path when he spotted Mithrandir sitting on a bench, watching him as he approached.



“You are in a fine mood this afternoon, Ernilen,” the wizard commented. “The smile on your face eases my worries about your time here.”



“Elladan has asked to court me when his leg is healed,” Legolas announced with excitement.



“And you have agreed to be courted by Elrond’s eldest?” the Istari asked with a chuckle.



“Aye, I have,” Legolas admitted. “His attitude towards me had changed since the attack by the orcs.”



“As well it should,” Mithrandir replied. “Even Glorfindel sings your praises. You fought well. And if I am to believe the story, you saved Elladan and his leg while putting your own life in jeopardy.”



“I have defended my home against worse than this band of orcs,” Legolas replied, still refusing to take credit for doing anything extraordinary.



“That you have,” the wizard replied before becoming quiet.



“What are you thinking Mithrandir?” Legolas inquired after he could no longer stand the silence.



“Your feelings toward Elladan have changed, have they not?” the Istari questioned, as always getting to the point of matters at hand.



The prince blushed and nodded his head. “I find myself unable to think of anything else. If I did not know better I would say I am spelled.”



The wizard laughed and pulled Legolas close. “You are spelled, but it has nothing to do with magic, evil or good. You have discovered what it is to have tender feelings toward another.”



“It is a rather frightening feeling,” the prince admitted. “I know not how he feels, only that he treats me much different than he did when I first arrived. When he asks to court me when his leg is healed my heart leapt with joy.”



“Maybe the Valar knew that you were meant for one another,” Mithrandir offered. “They pushed you together, but that does not mean that you and he will not find love and happiness. You have an important role to fill in your life, and it was thought that Elladan would help you face the challenge ahead.”



“Right now my biggest challenge is to win his heart,’ Legolas replied with worry. “Elladan has told me he thinks me beautiful, but admiring someone’s looks is not a confession of love.”



“Nay, it is not, but it is something to build on,” the wizard encouraged. “You are spending a lot of time together, and that will only help your cause. My advice to you would be to treat Elladan as you wish to be treated. Be understanding and speak of things you are both interested in. Build a trust between you, and use that trust to build the foundation of your relationship.”



“I have been told he was hurt when he was younger and is reluctant to release his heart into anyone’s care. His trust is difficult to gain, but I think he is beginning to trust me at certain times,” the prince said with some sadness.



“Aye, he was hurt, but time has a way of healing wounds. With someone like you who is both compassionate and kind, it will bring the elf warrior out of his shell. Just give him some time,” Mithrandir said with a squeeze of Legolas’ shoulder.



“I must discuss something with you that will perhaps cause us both some embarrassment,” the wizard said with a softness Legolas didn’t know existed. “Your majority is coming in less than two months. Have you thought of who you might approach to teach you?”



Legolas was hoping a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him. Speaking of his majority with Elladan and now Mithrandir was almost more than he could bear, but he swallowed hard and turned to face the trusted Istari. “How could I not choose my betrothed?”



“A wise choice, indeed,” Mithrandir said softly. “If you are to be bound to him, it is the best choice. He has a reputation for being well skilled in the art of pleasure. And I believe he will be gentle and slowly teach you what it is to share pleasure with another.”



“What if he doesn’t find me to his liking?” the prince asked the wizard worriedly.



“You will be to his liking, Ernilen,” Mithrandir answered with a smile. “You are of the build and likeness to those Elladan has chosen for his short lived liaisons, but you will stand out where no one else has. You need not worry about the elf warrior’s past; he will begin a new life with you. The timing of this event is hard to predict, but do not give up hope, Legolas. Elladan’s heart will be yours, we just do not know when.”



“That is heartening to hear,” the prince answered, but with less than the enthusiasm the Istari expected. “I wonder if I must suffer more of his ill treatment before he realizes how he feels.”



“I believe most of his ill treatment of you is in the past, Legolas,” Mithrandir replied encouragingly. “If he resists the true feelings of his heart, you may become discouraged, but remember, in the end he will be yours and devoted to you alone.”



“Would that it would happen soon,” Legolas replied softly. “I know anything worth having is not easy to attain, but I will keep to my path and not let myself become disheartened.”



“You father will not like the current arrangements, and if they do not change before he arrives, I feel there will be some trouble for Elrond. It may be wise to move back to your old room once Elladan’s wound heals,” the wizard advised.



“I am loathe to leave his rooms; we are getting along so well,” Legolas answered. “Perhaps if I were to explain the reason to him, he would forgive Elrond for moving me there in the first place. I have my own room and Elladan is unable to chase me or do anything to me that I do not wish.”



“And what is it you wish Elladan to do, Ernilen?” the Istari asked with raised eyebrows.



“Love me,” Legolas answered simply, looking the wizard in the eye.



“Propriety insists Elladan not touch you before your majority. It is frowned upon for an elf to touch one of your age,” Mithrandir reminded the prince. “Thranduil will not tolerate the situation and his anger could prove to cause more problems than you or Elladan are ready to face.”



“Elladan has not….” Legolas began before the wizard interrupted.



“Do not attempt to hide anything from me, Ernilen!” the Istari said harshly. “Think you I do not know what occurred this past night?”



The prince sighed and sagged against the bench. “I could have stopped him, but I did not, for it is what I desired. I was plagued with dreams of him that caused reactions in me that I had never felt before. I longed for him to kiss me and hold me.”



“Yet you allowed more than that,” Mithrandir stated plainly. “If your father were to find out…”



“He will not, unless you are the one to tell him!” Legolas insisted coming close to anger. “If you only knew how I long for Elladan you would not interfere.”



“It seems you are more like Elrond in this matter. You are playing a dangerous game, Ernilen. I only hope that you are able to deal with the consequences if your father or Elrond find out exactly what has occurred,” the wizard warned the prince.



“You will keep silent on the matter?” Legolas asked with hope.



“They will not hear about it from my lips, but I advise restraint on your and Elladan’s part. If you are not careful in your escapades someone will find out sooner or later. I will not be able to hold back the storm.”



“Thank you, Mithrandir,” Legolas said with affection. “I promise discretion, and will strive to keep the matters between Elladan and I a well guarded secret.”



“Let us hope no one else discovers your secret,” the wizard replied with seriousness. “Move back to your own room before your father arrives for your majority celebration, Ernilen.”



“I will think on it,” Legolas promised.



“Go back to your Elladan. I have departed the wisdom - it is your choice to follow it or not,” Mithrandir said, watching the prince as he sprinted towards the house.



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Legolas arrived back in Elladan’s rooms looking a little disheveled and slightly flushed.



The elf warrior looked at him with concern and wondered what could have happened. “What is it Legolas?”



“Mithrandir knows!” the prince replied as he fell into the nearest chair.



TBC