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Chapter 15
Title: Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 15/?)
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, Elrond, Mithrandir, Glorfindel and Erestor 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: Legolas and Elladan deal with Mithrandir knowing what has happened between them. Elrond makes plans or the prince’s majority and later Elladan makes a move on Legolas.
Chapter Fifteen
Elladan looked at Legolas shocked by his words. “How does he know? Did you tell him?”
“Nay, he told me,” Legolas answered, trying to calm himself. “Mithrandir promised not to tell my father or yours, but he is not happy. He advised me to move back to my own rooms before my father arrives to celebrate my majority.”
“My leg will be healed well before that,” Elladan replied with a frown. “It will be hard to convince my father to let you stay here once I no longer need your help, but I do not wish you to leave.”
“If my father were to find out I am staying here now he would be more than angry,” the prince said. “Mithrandir said I was playing a dangerous game that could cause more problems for us. Problems we could not handle.”
“We have little choice in the matter,” the elf warrior replied with a sigh. “Once my leg is healed you will have to move back into your own rooms, but that does not mean we will not spend time together. I will still be training you with the sword.”
Legolas nodded, but didn’t reply.
“I still plan to court you, Ernilen,” Elladan reminded him. “We will go for long walks and perhaps have a picnic in a glade near one of the waterfalls. I promise you we will find time to be alone. In the meantime, I suggest we make the most of our time together.”
“Aye, it will not be long until you are able to walk again,” the prince replied. “Your father says it is healing well and expects no problems. He told me to watch for signs of fever or chills, but seems to think you are out of danger. Soon you will not need me.”
“Don’t think that, Legolas,” the elf warrior said. “I need you more than you will ever know.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel and Mithrandir were gathered in the elflord’s office discussing the festival for Legolas’ majority. Thranduil had sent a missive to Elrond, made some suggestions, and explained some of the Taur-nu-Fuin traditions.
“The king wishes an archery tournament and a feast that will last most of the day,” Elrond informed them.
“An archery tournament is an excellent idea,” Glorfindel replied with a smile. “The prince will prove hard to beat, even by the best Lorien will send.”
“I agree,” the wizard said, nodding his head. “For one not yet of his majority, Legolas shows skills on the archery field that many elves do not possess and could not hope to gain.”
“The feast will prove the most difficult for the cook and kitchen maids,” Erestor mentioned. “They must cook enough food to last the day. I’m afraid they will not be happy to hear this. Perhaps we should find them extra help for the day before and the day of the feast.”
“Aye, we had to do that when Elladan and Elrohir reached their majority,” Elrond replied, remembering the chaos in the kitchen that day. “A hunting party must be sent out to supply the meat to be served. Glorfindel, I will put you in charge of that. Only kill the finest specimens. Quail, pheasant, duck, wild bore and, of course, deer. This is, after all, a feast for a prince.”
“In the evening there will be a ball in which the prince is required to dance with any who asks him,” Elrond continued. “How this will affect Elladan remains to be seen. If he and Legolas have grown close, I fear he will need to be reminded that it is a tradition that the prince must complete. After the toasts, the prince will choose his bed teacher and retire. The ball will continue well into the night.”
“Legolas has chosen Elladan as his bed teacher, Elrond,” the Istari announced.
“And has Elladan agreed?” Elrond asked with interest.
“That I do not have the answer to, but I cannot see him refusing Legolas,” Mithrandir replied, leaving the impression he knew more than he was telling.
Elrond arched an eyebrow, but did not press further. “We have less than two months to get this organized. Erestor, have one of the scribes design the invitations and we will have them delivered as soon as possible. Send invitations to the archery tournament, along with the invitations to celebrate the prince’s majority. We will need an idea of who is going to attend, so have the messengers wait for replies.”
“We will be ready for this celebration, Elrond,” Erestor assured this lord. “Glorfindel and I will speak to the kitchen staff and see what help they will need. We will make sure they get whatever help they require.”
“One more thing, Glorfindel,” Elrond said as everyone stood. “I want you to set up the range for the tournament. Give them a challenge, a good one.”
“You have my word, Elrond,” the blond warrior promised with a mischievous smile.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After their evening meal, Elladan and Legolas relaxed by reading a number of books brought from the library as they waited for Elrond to come and change the elf warrior’s bandages once again.
Legolas found it hard to concentrate, and had read the same paragraph three times before sighing and setting the book aside.
“What is it Legolas?” Elladan asked as he sat his book on his lap and waited for an answer.
“I know not,” Legolas replied honestly. “I am just too wound up to read.”
“I would imagine that your conversation with Mithrandir bothers you still,” the elf warrior observed.
“Aye, it does,” Legolas admitted. “I did not expect him to know what occurred between us.”
“Are you worried he will not keep his promise to not tell our fathers?” Elladan inquired softly.
“Aye, and I am afraid of my father’s reaction to our living arrangements. He can be quite angry and protective, especially when it comes to me,” the prince admitted sadly.
“We have already decided that you will move back into your own rooms once I am able to get around without help. Thranduil will not find out unless you tell him. The wizard keeps his promises, Ernilen,” Elladan assured him.
“And what would your reaction be if I said I did not want to move back to my old rooms?” Legolas asked, searching the elf warrior’s eyes.
“I would be happy, of course,” Elladan replied with a smile. “But you and I both know that if you stay here we are only asking for trouble from the king.”
“What can he do? We are betrothed, and only one of us can break that vow,” Legolas replied quickly. “Once I reach my majority he has no say in what I do.”
“I think you are underestimating your father, Ernilen,” Elladan replied gently. “He can take you from Imladris and break our betrothal no matter what the Valar demands. It is true that once you reach your majority he has little say in what you can and cannot do, but until then you are under his control, and must obey him at all costs. It is best not to court his anger. Trust me in this.”
“I do trust you, Elladan,” Legolas replied with an exasperated sigh. “I will move back to my rooms, though I do not wish to.”
“There is nothing saying I cannot visit you after everyone has retired,” the elf warrior said with a gleam in his eyes. “I just have to return to my rooms before anyone wakes.”
Legolas smiled brightly. “And pray you do not get caught.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Elladan said laughing. “Do you know how many times Elrohir and I have snuck around the halls during the night?”
“I would be afraid to guess,” the prince replied with a smile.
“Enough to know what goes on and who sneaks around after everyone is sleeping,” the elf warrior replied. “In fact, on one of our ‘missions’, we discovered a certain seneschal sneaking into a certain counselor’s room.”
“Glorfindel and Erestor? Who would have ever thought?” Legolas said with surprise. “Are they in love?”
“We were never able to determine that, but they are closer than they ever were before,” Elladan said with a grin. “Perhaps we can see if Glorfindel is still sneaking into Erestor’s rooms one night.”
“I can tell it will never be boring around you, Elladan,” Legolas said laughing.
“Stick with me, Ernilen and I promise you will never regret it,” the elf warrior replied with a wink.
Legolas’ reply was interrupted by Elrond as he entered the room. “It is nice to see you getting along so well,” the elflord said as he noticed the smiles on Elladan and Legolas’ faces.
“Elladan just finished telling me stories about him and Elrohir,” Legolas said with a genuine smile.
“I can only imagine what he told you,” Elrond said in reply. “There are so many tales to tell. I hate to interrupt, but it is time for the bandages to be changed again.”
Elladan growled as his father helped him stand so they could go into the elf warrior’s room for privacy.
“Mithrandir tells me Legolas has chosen you for his bed teacher,” Elrond said as he helped Elladan pull down his sleep pants. “Have you agreed to do this?”
“Aye, we are betrothed and I would not have another touch him,” the elf warrior replied as he looked at his father.
“It is a good choice, but I wonder if you are not just being possessive,” Elrond commented without looking up from his work.
“Legolas is to be mine for eternity, why should I not claim him?” Elladan growled in reply.
“The prince is not a possession, my son. He is an elf with feelings: feelings that can easily be hurt beyond repair if you only wish to possess him,” Elrond counseled his son gently.
Elladan did not reply, but his father’s words were heard and he would think about them.
“Are you feeling pain?” the elflord asked his son.
“Nay, there is none, but perhaps you can have the herbs ready in case it begins to pain me during the night,” Elladan answered shortly.
“I have already made sure there are some available, and instructed Legolas in how to prepare them,” Elrond answered with softness. “The wound is healing well. Soon you should be able to walk on it.”
“Such good news,” Elladan replied sarcastically.
“I do not know what your problem is, but I will not have you speak to me with such disrespect, Elladan,” Elrond replied harshly. “Improve your attitude before Legolas feels the sting of your words once again.”
“Just leave me alone, father,” Elladan begged with his eyes closed.
“As you wish, my son, but I’d better nor hear that Legolas has suffered because of your mood,” Elrond cautioned before leaving Elladan‘s rooms.
Legolas wasn’t sure what to think when Elrond left the rooms without so much as a good bye, and carefully made his way into Elladan’s room.
“Is everything well, Elladan?” he asked softly.
“My father just informed me that I should be able to walk on my leg soon,” Elladan replied, turning to look at the prince.
Legolas frowned and walked over to the bed. “It is not the news I wanted to hear, but I am glad you are getting better.”
“I was not pleased to hear it,” Elladan admitted softly as he reached for the prince’s hand. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I will, but let me mess my bed and change my clothes,” the prince replied with excitement boiling in his stomach and groin.
“A very good idea,” Elladan said smiling. “Forget the night shirt, Legolas, it will only come off anyway.”
Legolas nodded with a slight blush and left for his room, his heart beating so strongly he was afraid it would break through his chest. He quickly undressed and pulled on a pair of sleep pants before pulling back the covers on his bed and climbing in to make it appear as if it had been slept in. Once he finished, he took a calming breath and headed back to Elladan’s room.
Elladan pulled back the covers and patted the bed on his left side. “Take your place beside me, Ernilen. I’ve a feeling you won’t forget this night as long as you live.”
Legolas walked to the left side of the bed, but before climbing in he looked at Elladan skeptically. “What do you intend to do?”
“Teach you more about pleasure, of course,” the elf warrior answered without hesitation.
The prince was wary of the look in Elladan’s face and wasn’t sure if he should trust the elf warrior. “In what way? I do not like the look in your eyes.”
“I am only admiring you, Ernilen, just as any other elf would,” Elladan replied, not bothering to divert his eyes or disguise his hunger for the prince. “Do you not wish to join me?”
“Aye, I do,” Legolas replied as he climbed into the bed and settled next to the elf warrior.
Before he could move further, Elladan captured his lips in a searing kiss, while his hands traveled over the prince’s chest teasing his rosy nipples until Legolas moaned. The elf warrior did not stop there, but allowed his hand to travel under the prince’s sleep pants and grasp his growing arousal.
TBC
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, Elrond, Mithrandir, Glorfindel and Erestor 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: Legolas and Elladan deal with Mithrandir knowing what has happened between them. Elrond makes plans or the prince’s majority and later Elladan makes a move on Legolas.
Chapter Fifteen
Elladan looked at Legolas shocked by his words. “How does he know? Did you tell him?”
“Nay, he told me,” Legolas answered, trying to calm himself. “Mithrandir promised not to tell my father or yours, but he is not happy. He advised me to move back to my own rooms before my father arrives to celebrate my majority.”
“My leg will be healed well before that,” Elladan replied with a frown. “It will be hard to convince my father to let you stay here once I no longer need your help, but I do not wish you to leave.”
“If my father were to find out I am staying here now he would be more than angry,” the prince said. “Mithrandir said I was playing a dangerous game that could cause more problems for us. Problems we could not handle.”
“We have little choice in the matter,” the elf warrior replied with a sigh. “Once my leg is healed you will have to move back into your own rooms, but that does not mean we will not spend time together. I will still be training you with the sword.”
Legolas nodded, but didn’t reply.
“I still plan to court you, Ernilen,” Elladan reminded him. “We will go for long walks and perhaps have a picnic in a glade near one of the waterfalls. I promise you we will find time to be alone. In the meantime, I suggest we make the most of our time together.”
“Aye, it will not be long until you are able to walk again,” the prince replied. “Your father says it is healing well and expects no problems. He told me to watch for signs of fever or chills, but seems to think you are out of danger. Soon you will not need me.”
“Don’t think that, Legolas,” the elf warrior said. “I need you more than you will ever know.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel and Mithrandir were gathered in the elflord’s office discussing the festival for Legolas’ majority. Thranduil had sent a missive to Elrond, made some suggestions, and explained some of the Taur-nu-Fuin traditions.
“The king wishes an archery tournament and a feast that will last most of the day,” Elrond informed them.
“An archery tournament is an excellent idea,” Glorfindel replied with a smile. “The prince will prove hard to beat, even by the best Lorien will send.”
“I agree,” the wizard said, nodding his head. “For one not yet of his majority, Legolas shows skills on the archery field that many elves do not possess and could not hope to gain.”
“The feast will prove the most difficult for the cook and kitchen maids,” Erestor mentioned. “They must cook enough food to last the day. I’m afraid they will not be happy to hear this. Perhaps we should find them extra help for the day before and the day of the feast.”
“Aye, we had to do that when Elladan and Elrohir reached their majority,” Elrond replied, remembering the chaos in the kitchen that day. “A hunting party must be sent out to supply the meat to be served. Glorfindel, I will put you in charge of that. Only kill the finest specimens. Quail, pheasant, duck, wild bore and, of course, deer. This is, after all, a feast for a prince.”
“In the evening there will be a ball in which the prince is required to dance with any who asks him,” Elrond continued. “How this will affect Elladan remains to be seen. If he and Legolas have grown close, I fear he will need to be reminded that it is a tradition that the prince must complete. After the toasts, the prince will choose his bed teacher and retire. The ball will continue well into the night.”
“Legolas has chosen Elladan as his bed teacher, Elrond,” the Istari announced.
“And has Elladan agreed?” Elrond asked with interest.
“That I do not have the answer to, but I cannot see him refusing Legolas,” Mithrandir replied, leaving the impression he knew more than he was telling.
Elrond arched an eyebrow, but did not press further. “We have less than two months to get this organized. Erestor, have one of the scribes design the invitations and we will have them delivered as soon as possible. Send invitations to the archery tournament, along with the invitations to celebrate the prince’s majority. We will need an idea of who is going to attend, so have the messengers wait for replies.”
“We will be ready for this celebration, Elrond,” Erestor assured this lord. “Glorfindel and I will speak to the kitchen staff and see what help they will need. We will make sure they get whatever help they require.”
“One more thing, Glorfindel,” Elrond said as everyone stood. “I want you to set up the range for the tournament. Give them a challenge, a good one.”
“You have my word, Elrond,” the blond warrior promised with a mischievous smile.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After their evening meal, Elladan and Legolas relaxed by reading a number of books brought from the library as they waited for Elrond to come and change the elf warrior’s bandages once again.
Legolas found it hard to concentrate, and had read the same paragraph three times before sighing and setting the book aside.
“What is it Legolas?” Elladan asked as he sat his book on his lap and waited for an answer.
“I know not,” Legolas replied honestly. “I am just too wound up to read.”
“I would imagine that your conversation with Mithrandir bothers you still,” the elf warrior observed.
“Aye, it does,” Legolas admitted. “I did not expect him to know what occurred between us.”
“Are you worried he will not keep his promise to not tell our fathers?” Elladan inquired softly.
“Aye, and I am afraid of my father’s reaction to our living arrangements. He can be quite angry and protective, especially when it comes to me,” the prince admitted sadly.
“We have already decided that you will move back into your own rooms once I am able to get around without help. Thranduil will not find out unless you tell him. The wizard keeps his promises, Ernilen,” Elladan assured him.
“And what would your reaction be if I said I did not want to move back to my old rooms?” Legolas asked, searching the elf warrior’s eyes.
“I would be happy, of course,” Elladan replied with a smile. “But you and I both know that if you stay here we are only asking for trouble from the king.”
“What can he do? We are betrothed, and only one of us can break that vow,” Legolas replied quickly. “Once I reach my majority he has no say in what I do.”
“I think you are underestimating your father, Ernilen,” Elladan replied gently. “He can take you from Imladris and break our betrothal no matter what the Valar demands. It is true that once you reach your majority he has little say in what you can and cannot do, but until then you are under his control, and must obey him at all costs. It is best not to court his anger. Trust me in this.”
“I do trust you, Elladan,” Legolas replied with an exasperated sigh. “I will move back to my rooms, though I do not wish to.”
“There is nothing saying I cannot visit you after everyone has retired,” the elf warrior said with a gleam in his eyes. “I just have to return to my rooms before anyone wakes.”
Legolas smiled brightly. “And pray you do not get caught.”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Elladan said laughing. “Do you know how many times Elrohir and I have snuck around the halls during the night?”
“I would be afraid to guess,” the prince replied with a smile.
“Enough to know what goes on and who sneaks around after everyone is sleeping,” the elf warrior replied. “In fact, on one of our ‘missions’, we discovered a certain seneschal sneaking into a certain counselor’s room.”
“Glorfindel and Erestor? Who would have ever thought?” Legolas said with surprise. “Are they in love?”
“We were never able to determine that, but they are closer than they ever were before,” Elladan said with a grin. “Perhaps we can see if Glorfindel is still sneaking into Erestor’s rooms one night.”
“I can tell it will never be boring around you, Elladan,” Legolas said laughing.
“Stick with me, Ernilen and I promise you will never regret it,” the elf warrior replied with a wink.
Legolas’ reply was interrupted by Elrond as he entered the room. “It is nice to see you getting along so well,” the elflord said as he noticed the smiles on Elladan and Legolas’ faces.
“Elladan just finished telling me stories about him and Elrohir,” Legolas said with a genuine smile.
“I can only imagine what he told you,” Elrond said in reply. “There are so many tales to tell. I hate to interrupt, but it is time for the bandages to be changed again.”
Elladan growled as his father helped him stand so they could go into the elf warrior’s room for privacy.
“Mithrandir tells me Legolas has chosen you for his bed teacher,” Elrond said as he helped Elladan pull down his sleep pants. “Have you agreed to do this?”
“Aye, we are betrothed and I would not have another touch him,” the elf warrior replied as he looked at his father.
“It is a good choice, but I wonder if you are not just being possessive,” Elrond commented without looking up from his work.
“Legolas is to be mine for eternity, why should I not claim him?” Elladan growled in reply.
“The prince is not a possession, my son. He is an elf with feelings: feelings that can easily be hurt beyond repair if you only wish to possess him,” Elrond counseled his son gently.
Elladan did not reply, but his father’s words were heard and he would think about them.
“Are you feeling pain?” the elflord asked his son.
“Nay, there is none, but perhaps you can have the herbs ready in case it begins to pain me during the night,” Elladan answered shortly.
“I have already made sure there are some available, and instructed Legolas in how to prepare them,” Elrond answered with softness. “The wound is healing well. Soon you should be able to walk on it.”
“Such good news,” Elladan replied sarcastically.
“I do not know what your problem is, but I will not have you speak to me with such disrespect, Elladan,” Elrond replied harshly. “Improve your attitude before Legolas feels the sting of your words once again.”
“Just leave me alone, father,” Elladan begged with his eyes closed.
“As you wish, my son, but I’d better nor hear that Legolas has suffered because of your mood,” Elrond cautioned before leaving Elladan‘s rooms.
Legolas wasn’t sure what to think when Elrond left the rooms without so much as a good bye, and carefully made his way into Elladan’s room.
“Is everything well, Elladan?” he asked softly.
“My father just informed me that I should be able to walk on my leg soon,” Elladan replied, turning to look at the prince.
Legolas frowned and walked over to the bed. “It is not the news I wanted to hear, but I am glad you are getting better.”
“I was not pleased to hear it,” Elladan admitted softly as he reached for the prince’s hand. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I will, but let me mess my bed and change my clothes,” the prince replied with excitement boiling in his stomach and groin.
“A very good idea,” Elladan said smiling. “Forget the night shirt, Legolas, it will only come off anyway.”
Legolas nodded with a slight blush and left for his room, his heart beating so strongly he was afraid it would break through his chest. He quickly undressed and pulled on a pair of sleep pants before pulling back the covers on his bed and climbing in to make it appear as if it had been slept in. Once he finished, he took a calming breath and headed back to Elladan’s room.
Elladan pulled back the covers and patted the bed on his left side. “Take your place beside me, Ernilen. I’ve a feeling you won’t forget this night as long as you live.”
Legolas walked to the left side of the bed, but before climbing in he looked at Elladan skeptically. “What do you intend to do?”
“Teach you more about pleasure, of course,” the elf warrior answered without hesitation.
The prince was wary of the look in Elladan’s face and wasn’t sure if he should trust the elf warrior. “In what way? I do not like the look in your eyes.”
“I am only admiring you, Ernilen, just as any other elf would,” Elladan replied, not bothering to divert his eyes or disguise his hunger for the prince. “Do you not wish to join me?”
“Aye, I do,” Legolas replied as he climbed into the bed and settled next to the elf warrior.
Before he could move further, Elladan captured his lips in a searing kiss, while his hands traveled over the prince’s chest teasing his rosy nipples until Legolas moaned. The elf warrior did not stop there, but allowed his hand to travel under the prince’s sleep pants and grasp his growing arousal.
TBC