Sleeping With the Enemy
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Chapter 16
Title: Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 16/?)
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 Elrohir 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 and Legolas are awakened by an early visitor. Later Legolas learns how Elladan really feels.
Chapter Sixteen
Legolas nearly leapt off the bed when he felt Elladan’s hand close around his elfhood and begin to stroke him slowly. Gasping in surprise, he ended the kiss and grabbed Elladan’s arm. Never before had anyone, other than himself, ever touched him like the elf warrior was, and the prince was surprised at the difference it made. Such intense feelings of pleasure rushed through him that he could not help but cry out Elladan’s name.
The elf warrior turned to look at Legolas at that moment, his eyes dark with lust and need, and whispered, “I knew you would love this, Ernilen, and the best is yet to come. Can you feel how hard you are? Already you are leaking; we will have to work on your endurance, but you are blessed with length and girth.”
Legolas could only moan in reply as his hips moved in time with Elladan’s expert hand. In the past the prince had been able to bring himself close to completion many times before actually spending himself, but the elf warrior increased his speed and ran his thumb over the head of Legolas’ aching arousal. The prince was overwhelmed by the new feelings coursing through him, and could not stop the inevitable.
Elladan continued to watch as the prince gave in. With a smile on his face, he watched as Legolas stiffened and closed his eyes before crying out breathlessly. The elf warrior turned to watch as the prince’s seed erupted and landed on his bare abdomen and spilled over his still pumping hand. Before Legolas could get too sensitive, the elf warrior stopped his movements and just stared at the prince.
Elladan noticed the flush that covered Legolas’ face for what it was: the afterglow of one of the best orgasms the prince’s life. Legolas was more beautiful laying there than he had ever been, and the elf warrior felt his already aching member twitch in his night pants. Desire like he had never felt before washed over him and he bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight. “Did I not promise you a night you would never forget?” he asked when he had somewhat calmed his desire.
“Aye,” Legolas answered, still trying to regain his breath. He opened his eyes to find Elladan looking at him with a grin, and immediately blushed. “I have never felt such…before.”
“I would say you have not,” Elladan replied, chuckling while he wiped his hand clean on the towel Legolas used after his bath. He had been tempted to lick the prince’s seed from his hand, but decided Legolas wasn’t ready for such an erotic and tantalizing sight. The elf warrior had wanted to taste it; his mouth was watering at the thought, but knew better than to push the prince too far too soon. “The word you were looking for is ecstasy: a tremendous awareness of pleasure. It is a word worth remembering, and I expect you to use it when you describe what you feel.”
“And if I don’t feel such pleasure?” Legolas inquired teasingly, surprising even himself.
Elladan raised an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of his father and chuckled. “Then you lie and tell me you did anyway. Nay, I want to know what pleases you and what does not.”
“What pleases you, Elladan?” Legolas asked, turning serious.
“The sight of you coming undone,” the elf warrior said, caressing the prince’s cheek. “At this moment it would please me if you returned the pleasure I gave you.”
Legolas blushed, but nodded his head. “Will you tell me what pleases you and what does not?”
“Aye, Ernilen, I will guide you,” Elladan replied while lifting his hips as Legolas pulled his sleep pants down to his thighs.
The hand that gripped him seemed more confident than he expected, and that was the last coherent thought Elladan had.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrohir walked down the hall, whistling as he made his way to Elladan’s rooms. He hadn’t checked on him since Elladan left the healing halls, and he decided to correct that this morning by surprising his twin with a visit. It was early, and the elf knight enjoyed annoying his brother by rousing him before he was ready to be awake. He grinned before opening the door to Elladan’s rooms.
When he entered his brother’s room he came to a dead stop and stared at the sight before him. Elladan was on his back with his arms around Legolas. The prince’s head rested on his brother’s shoulder and one of his hands was pressed against Elladan’s chest. The elf knight was usually hard to shock, but he had not expected this, and was unable to move or even think for a moment.
Coming back to himself, he left the bedroom, went through the sitting room and locked the outer door, before returning to Elladan’s bedroom. (Sweet Eru, Elladan. What have you done?)
“Elladan!” the elf knight hissed at his brother. “Elladan, you need to wake up and tell me what is going on here.”
The elf warrior moved, but kissed Legolas gently on the head before falling to sleep once again.
Elrohir shook Elladan and almost shouted at his sleeping brother, “Elladan, it is best you wake up now!”
Legolas lifted his head and gasped when he saw Elrohir standing there. The prince shook the elf warrior and hoped this was only a bad dream. “Elladan, Elrohir is here.”
“What?” the elf warrior asked groggily, but opened his eyes and saw his twin staring at him. “Elrohir? What are you doing here so early?”
“You are lucky it is only me and not father standing here,” Elrohir replied in exasperation. “Do you not even have the sense to lock the outer door before you do….whatever it is you are doing? Have you lost your mind?”
It was then that Elladan realized what Elrohir was so upset about, and he turned to look at Legolas. When he turned to face his brother again, he spoke calmly. “I assure you I have not.”
“You have not what?” Elrohir demanded.
“Lost my mind,” Elladan replied evenly.
“Would you be so kind as to explain to me what Legolas is doing in your bed with your arms wrapped around him and his head resting on your chest?” Elrohir asked in growing fear and worry about what his brother had done. “You promised me after the morning in the hayloft that nothing else would happen. You are such an idiot sometimes, Elladan, but this…this is the most witless thing you have ever done.”
Legolas tried to leave the bed and go to his own room and hide, but Elladan held him closer.
“You don’t know what you are talking about!” the elf warrior replied, growing angry at Elrohir’s tone.
“You think you can hide something from me?” the elf knight asked with a raised eyebrow. “It is too late to try to guard your thoughts, brother. Legolas, would you excuse us for a few minutes, please?”
The prince blushed, and when he tried to pull away from Elladan this time, the elf warrior let him leave. Legolas made his way to the bathing chamber and started the water for his bath. He was terrified of what would happen now that Elrohir had caught them together.
Elrohir sat down in the chair next to Elladan’s bed and sighed. “If it had been father instead of me, I hate to think about what would have happened. Please explain to me what you think you are doing.”
“Father would have accepted the explanation I would have given him,” Elladan said turning to look his brother in the eye. “As to what I am doing, that is harder to explain. Even to you, Elrohir.”
“You are playing with fire, Elladan,” the elf knight said with concern. “Have you considered what would happen to you if Thranduil found out what you were doing to his son?”
“Legolas is still… I have not taken him, and will not until his majority,” Elladan replied, trying to calm his brother some. “The only thing I am doing is teaching him what he wishes to learn.”
“What he wishes to learn, or what you wish him to know?” Elrohir countered.
“It is the same either way you put it, brother,” the elf warrior replied. “Legolas is close enough to his majority to learn something about pleasure.”
“In your opinion. Everyone else thinks he is too young, and what you think won’t matter if you are caught.”
“Elrohir, you worry too much,” Elladan replied with a slight grin. “You are my twin and will not tell anyone what you witnessed this morning.”
“I will not tell a soul,” Elrohir swore. “But that is not what this is about, *Elladan.* It is about your recklessness. If you are going to engage in this activity, at least remember to lock the outer door! Anyone could have come in here this morning and found the two of you.” The elf knight sat quietly for a moment to think about the situation before finally asking, “Do you love him?”
“Nay, but I desire him greatly, and wish to claim him as my own,” Elladan replied honestly. “Legolas is like a breath of fresh air, innocent and shy. Beautiful beyond reason, and he is willing to learn the ways of pleasure.”
“In other words, you think of him as a possession,” Elrohir accused with anger. “Legolas is a young elf who I suspect is quite taken with you and will do anything you ask of him. Have you taken his feelings for you into consideration? Have you thought of your own?”
“Nay, I have not, and do not think Legolas is taken with me. He is an elf who is discovering his own feelings of want and need and is using me as much as I am using him,” Elladan retorted.
“You are wrong, brother,” Elrohir hissed. “I have seen the way he looks at you when you aren’t looking. He loves you, or will soon, and then what will you do? Cut him to the quick with your possessiveness and withhold the one thing he desires most of all?”
“If Legolas loves me then he is a fool!” Elladan replied hissing. “My heart is well guarded and I doubt the prince has the power to make me forget the past. He is mine and I intend to claim him on the night of his majority. No one else will have him, and they will face my wrath if they try.”
“You are impossible. I feel sorry for Legolas,” Elrohir hissed furiously. “Would that the Valar demand he be betrothed to me. At least I see his worth and his character. If you harm him with your lackadaisical treatment I will call you out, Elladan, and make you sorry you ever knew him.”
“Do *not* threaten me, brother,” Elladan replied in an icy tone. “You are jealous and would be making a mistake, because nothing will stop me in my quest to gain Legolas for my own. Leave us, and keep your feelings to yourself. If I catch you anywhere near him, you will pay, my twin or not.”
“I will leave, but do not doubt that I will be watching Legolas closely. If you harm him mentally or physically, *you* will be the one who is sorry,” Elrohir warned before making his way out of Elladan’s rooms slamming the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas sat in the tub with tears running down his face quietly. He was an elf and there was nothing wrong with his hearing. It had hurt him deeply to hear Elladan say he was a fool for loving him and that the elf warrior thought of him as only a possession to be owned. Mithrandir’s words of encouragement meant nothing in the face of what the prince had just heard. Elladan was using him and thought Legolas was doing the same. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
Elrohir had always been kind to Legolas, and he found himself wishing the Valar had demanded he be bound with the gallant elf knight. At least his heart would not be breaking, but he could not deny his feelings for Elladan. The prince did love him, and there was no turning back. No matter what Elladan had said or done, that love wouldn’t change, but Legolas was devastated at the discovery.
He wiped his tears from his eyes and cheeks before continuing with his bath. The prince would pretend he heard nothing and act like he had always acted around his betrothed. What he had heard convinced him not to let his feelings be known, but that would not keep him from trying to find a way into Elladan’s reluctant heart.
With renewed determination, Legolas left the bath and returned to his room to dress. It took longer than usual, but he wanted to make sure there was no evidence of the tears he had cried. One last look in the mirror told the prince he was presentable, and he left his room to join his betrothed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That Elladan was in a foul mood didn’t surprise Legolas, so he just sat in the chair and waited for the elf warrior to speak.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Elladan finally spoke. “I am sorry that Elrohir came in and caught us, but he was right about one thing: we should lock the outer door before engaging in such activity.”
“I will check it myself before retiring for the night,” Legolas replied with a blush. “I am not trying to change the subject, but what would you like for breakfast this morning?”
“Honey cakes and syrup with some sausage, I think,” Elladan replied with a smile. “Order it, but have it delayed until father has had time to arrive and see to my wound.”
“I will do that now,” Legolas said, returning the smile. He was still hurting inside, but hid it well from the elf warrior as he left the room and spoke with one of the passing maids.
When the prince returned, he sat in the chair once again. “You seem angry, Elladan. Did you and Elrohir have words?”
“Aye, but I think we will not stay angry with one another for very long. In the past we have always apologized quickly, and I see no reason for it to be any different this time.”
“I could tell you were both angry, but could not hear what was said,” Legolas lied.
“Do not worry, Ernilen,” Elladan said reaching for the prince’s hand. “Everything will be fine.”
Legolas nodded, but he doubted everything would be fine ever again.
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, and Elrohir 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 and Legolas are awakened by an early visitor. Later Legolas learns how Elladan really feels.
Chapter Sixteen
Legolas nearly leapt off the bed when he felt Elladan’s hand close around his elfhood and begin to stroke him slowly. Gasping in surprise, he ended the kiss and grabbed Elladan’s arm. Never before had anyone, other than himself, ever touched him like the elf warrior was, and the prince was surprised at the difference it made. Such intense feelings of pleasure rushed through him that he could not help but cry out Elladan’s name.
The elf warrior turned to look at Legolas at that moment, his eyes dark with lust and need, and whispered, “I knew you would love this, Ernilen, and the best is yet to come. Can you feel how hard you are? Already you are leaking; we will have to work on your endurance, but you are blessed with length and girth.”
Legolas could only moan in reply as his hips moved in time with Elladan’s expert hand. In the past the prince had been able to bring himself close to completion many times before actually spending himself, but the elf warrior increased his speed and ran his thumb over the head of Legolas’ aching arousal. The prince was overwhelmed by the new feelings coursing through him, and could not stop the inevitable.
Elladan continued to watch as the prince gave in. With a smile on his face, he watched as Legolas stiffened and closed his eyes before crying out breathlessly. The elf warrior turned to watch as the prince’s seed erupted and landed on his bare abdomen and spilled over his still pumping hand. Before Legolas could get too sensitive, the elf warrior stopped his movements and just stared at the prince.
Elladan noticed the flush that covered Legolas’ face for what it was: the afterglow of one of the best orgasms the prince’s life. Legolas was more beautiful laying there than he had ever been, and the elf warrior felt his already aching member twitch in his night pants. Desire like he had never felt before washed over him and he bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight. “Did I not promise you a night you would never forget?” he asked when he had somewhat calmed his desire.
“Aye,” Legolas answered, still trying to regain his breath. He opened his eyes to find Elladan looking at him with a grin, and immediately blushed. “I have never felt such…before.”
“I would say you have not,” Elladan replied, chuckling while he wiped his hand clean on the towel Legolas used after his bath. He had been tempted to lick the prince’s seed from his hand, but decided Legolas wasn’t ready for such an erotic and tantalizing sight. The elf warrior had wanted to taste it; his mouth was watering at the thought, but knew better than to push the prince too far too soon. “The word you were looking for is ecstasy: a tremendous awareness of pleasure. It is a word worth remembering, and I expect you to use it when you describe what you feel.”
“And if I don’t feel such pleasure?” Legolas inquired teasingly, surprising even himself.
Elladan raised an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of his father and chuckled. “Then you lie and tell me you did anyway. Nay, I want to know what pleases you and what does not.”
“What pleases you, Elladan?” Legolas asked, turning serious.
“The sight of you coming undone,” the elf warrior said, caressing the prince’s cheek. “At this moment it would please me if you returned the pleasure I gave you.”
Legolas blushed, but nodded his head. “Will you tell me what pleases you and what does not?”
“Aye, Ernilen, I will guide you,” Elladan replied while lifting his hips as Legolas pulled his sleep pants down to his thighs.
The hand that gripped him seemed more confident than he expected, and that was the last coherent thought Elladan had.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elrohir walked down the hall, whistling as he made his way to Elladan’s rooms. He hadn’t checked on him since Elladan left the healing halls, and he decided to correct that this morning by surprising his twin with a visit. It was early, and the elf knight enjoyed annoying his brother by rousing him before he was ready to be awake. He grinned before opening the door to Elladan’s rooms.
When he entered his brother’s room he came to a dead stop and stared at the sight before him. Elladan was on his back with his arms around Legolas. The prince’s head rested on his brother’s shoulder and one of his hands was pressed against Elladan’s chest. The elf knight was usually hard to shock, but he had not expected this, and was unable to move or even think for a moment.
Coming back to himself, he left the bedroom, went through the sitting room and locked the outer door, before returning to Elladan’s bedroom. (Sweet Eru, Elladan. What have you done?)
“Elladan!” the elf knight hissed at his brother. “Elladan, you need to wake up and tell me what is going on here.”
The elf warrior moved, but kissed Legolas gently on the head before falling to sleep once again.
Elrohir shook Elladan and almost shouted at his sleeping brother, “Elladan, it is best you wake up now!”
Legolas lifted his head and gasped when he saw Elrohir standing there. The prince shook the elf warrior and hoped this was only a bad dream. “Elladan, Elrohir is here.”
“What?” the elf warrior asked groggily, but opened his eyes and saw his twin staring at him. “Elrohir? What are you doing here so early?”
“You are lucky it is only me and not father standing here,” Elrohir replied in exasperation. “Do you not even have the sense to lock the outer door before you do….whatever it is you are doing? Have you lost your mind?”
It was then that Elladan realized what Elrohir was so upset about, and he turned to look at Legolas. When he turned to face his brother again, he spoke calmly. “I assure you I have not.”
“You have not what?” Elrohir demanded.
“Lost my mind,” Elladan replied evenly.
“Would you be so kind as to explain to me what Legolas is doing in your bed with your arms wrapped around him and his head resting on your chest?” Elrohir asked in growing fear and worry about what his brother had done. “You promised me after the morning in the hayloft that nothing else would happen. You are such an idiot sometimes, Elladan, but this…this is the most witless thing you have ever done.”
Legolas tried to leave the bed and go to his own room and hide, but Elladan held him closer.
“You don’t know what you are talking about!” the elf warrior replied, growing angry at Elrohir’s tone.
“You think you can hide something from me?” the elf knight asked with a raised eyebrow. “It is too late to try to guard your thoughts, brother. Legolas, would you excuse us for a few minutes, please?”
The prince blushed, and when he tried to pull away from Elladan this time, the elf warrior let him leave. Legolas made his way to the bathing chamber and started the water for his bath. He was terrified of what would happen now that Elrohir had caught them together.
Elrohir sat down in the chair next to Elladan’s bed and sighed. “If it had been father instead of me, I hate to think about what would have happened. Please explain to me what you think you are doing.”
“Father would have accepted the explanation I would have given him,” Elladan said turning to look his brother in the eye. “As to what I am doing, that is harder to explain. Even to you, Elrohir.”
“You are playing with fire, Elladan,” the elf knight said with concern. “Have you considered what would happen to you if Thranduil found out what you were doing to his son?”
“Legolas is still… I have not taken him, and will not until his majority,” Elladan replied, trying to calm his brother some. “The only thing I am doing is teaching him what he wishes to learn.”
“What he wishes to learn, or what you wish him to know?” Elrohir countered.
“It is the same either way you put it, brother,” the elf warrior replied. “Legolas is close enough to his majority to learn something about pleasure.”
“In your opinion. Everyone else thinks he is too young, and what you think won’t matter if you are caught.”
“Elrohir, you worry too much,” Elladan replied with a slight grin. “You are my twin and will not tell anyone what you witnessed this morning.”
“I will not tell a soul,” Elrohir swore. “But that is not what this is about, *Elladan.* It is about your recklessness. If you are going to engage in this activity, at least remember to lock the outer door! Anyone could have come in here this morning and found the two of you.” The elf knight sat quietly for a moment to think about the situation before finally asking, “Do you love him?”
“Nay, but I desire him greatly, and wish to claim him as my own,” Elladan replied honestly. “Legolas is like a breath of fresh air, innocent and shy. Beautiful beyond reason, and he is willing to learn the ways of pleasure.”
“In other words, you think of him as a possession,” Elrohir accused with anger. “Legolas is a young elf who I suspect is quite taken with you and will do anything you ask of him. Have you taken his feelings for you into consideration? Have you thought of your own?”
“Nay, I have not, and do not think Legolas is taken with me. He is an elf who is discovering his own feelings of want and need and is using me as much as I am using him,” Elladan retorted.
“You are wrong, brother,” Elrohir hissed. “I have seen the way he looks at you when you aren’t looking. He loves you, or will soon, and then what will you do? Cut him to the quick with your possessiveness and withhold the one thing he desires most of all?”
“If Legolas loves me then he is a fool!” Elladan replied hissing. “My heart is well guarded and I doubt the prince has the power to make me forget the past. He is mine and I intend to claim him on the night of his majority. No one else will have him, and they will face my wrath if they try.”
“You are impossible. I feel sorry for Legolas,” Elrohir hissed furiously. “Would that the Valar demand he be betrothed to me. At least I see his worth and his character. If you harm him with your lackadaisical treatment I will call you out, Elladan, and make you sorry you ever knew him.”
“Do *not* threaten me, brother,” Elladan replied in an icy tone. “You are jealous and would be making a mistake, because nothing will stop me in my quest to gain Legolas for my own. Leave us, and keep your feelings to yourself. If I catch you anywhere near him, you will pay, my twin or not.”
“I will leave, but do not doubt that I will be watching Legolas closely. If you harm him mentally or physically, *you* will be the one who is sorry,” Elrohir warned before making his way out of Elladan’s rooms slamming the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas sat in the tub with tears running down his face quietly. He was an elf and there was nothing wrong with his hearing. It had hurt him deeply to hear Elladan say he was a fool for loving him and that the elf warrior thought of him as only a possession to be owned. Mithrandir’s words of encouragement meant nothing in the face of what the prince had just heard. Elladan was using him and thought Legolas was doing the same. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
Elrohir had always been kind to Legolas, and he found himself wishing the Valar had demanded he be bound with the gallant elf knight. At least his heart would not be breaking, but he could not deny his feelings for Elladan. The prince did love him, and there was no turning back. No matter what Elladan had said or done, that love wouldn’t change, but Legolas was devastated at the discovery.
He wiped his tears from his eyes and cheeks before continuing with his bath. The prince would pretend he heard nothing and act like he had always acted around his betrothed. What he had heard convinced him not to let his feelings be known, but that would not keep him from trying to find a way into Elladan’s reluctant heart.
With renewed determination, Legolas left the bath and returned to his room to dress. It took longer than usual, but he wanted to make sure there was no evidence of the tears he had cried. One last look in the mirror told the prince he was presentable, and he left his room to join his betrothed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
That Elladan was in a foul mood didn’t surprise Legolas, so he just sat in the chair and waited for the elf warrior to speak.
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Elladan finally spoke. “I am sorry that Elrohir came in and caught us, but he was right about one thing: we should lock the outer door before engaging in such activity.”
“I will check it myself before retiring for the night,” Legolas replied with a blush. “I am not trying to change the subject, but what would you like for breakfast this morning?”
“Honey cakes and syrup with some sausage, I think,” Elladan replied with a smile. “Order it, but have it delayed until father has had time to arrive and see to my wound.”
“I will do that now,” Legolas said, returning the smile. He was still hurting inside, but hid it well from the elf warrior as he left the room and spoke with one of the passing maids.
When the prince returned, he sat in the chair once again. “You seem angry, Elladan. Did you and Elrohir have words?”
“Aye, but I think we will not stay angry with one another for very long. In the past we have always apologized quickly, and I see no reason for it to be any different this time.”
“I could tell you were both angry, but could not hear what was said,” Legolas lied.
“Do not worry, Ernilen,” Elladan said reaching for the prince’s hand. “Everything will be fine.”
Legolas nodded, but he doubted everything would be fine ever again.
TBC