A Family Affair
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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3,648
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3
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Chapter 4
Title: A Family Affair
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: Tena! *smoochies*
Chapter: 4/?
Pairings: Elrond/Elladan/Elrohir, surprise!
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A night of drunken debauchery goes terribly wrong.
A/N: So I gave Legolas dark hair…deal.
“They are sick,” Thranduil murmured sotto voce to his companion. Elrond lifted a tired and weary eye to the individuals that Thranduil pointed out. The twins sat together on their combined bedrolls, leaning against each other as if for warmth…which was entirely possible seeing their current state of health. No glaring defects were visible, but there was sickly air about them. They were quiet…so much quieter than their usual gleeful nonsense, that their sad state was notable. The brothers had lost weight; not enough to cause concern, but enough that Elrond could detect a thinning in their cheeks and shoulders.
Elrond sighed dispiritedly and returned to brushing his mount with help from Thranduil. “I know,” the Lord responded. He ran the coiled comb and soft brush rhythmically over the coat of his horse while the King regarded him from over the animal’s back.
After a minute of silence, Thranduil lowered his head and resumed brushing his side of the horse. “Are you going to do anything about it?”
“Like what, Thranduil? It’s hardly as if I can give them-” he cut himself off before he said something incriminating. Thranduil raised an eyebrow in question. Elrond shook his head and resolutely avoided eye contact with his friend. All elves knew that one needed quality time, if not full contact, with one’s bonded mate in order to stay healthy; especially at the beginning of the relationship. Since the night of the bonding, Elrond had practically avoided all close encounters with his twin sons. He had even gone to great lengths to make sure they did not find themselves within the same chamber at any one point.
The twins, for their part, had known something was…off. They had awoken from their night of drunken debauchery sick of body and soul. Something had gone wrong; however they had not the faintest inkling as to what had transpired. They had vague memories of passion…and something else. Something that was beyond verbal description. They had not discussed that terrible night with each other, except to ponder who it was that had shared their bed. There were few dark-haired elves living in Mirkwood, Prince Legolas and his mother being two of the few. As the elf had been male, the Queen could be eliminated from the suspects. Legolas, they knew, had been nearly comatose and face down on the floor of his own suite of rooms when they had left him. It was highly unlikely that he had awoken, traveled the distance to the twin’s guest suite, and fell asleep in their bed before the twins themselves had entered the room. That left a handful of advisors, minor lords, servants, and the majority of the party from Imladris as suspects.
As to the cool attitude of their father…they had assumed that they had heard of their less than proper revelry with the obsidian-haired Prince of Mirkwood, and that the Lord was exasperated by their inability to act as proper diplomats. Little did they know that their ever stoic father had made is his own share of merriment that same night.
“You need to tell them,” Thranduil advised, hoping that maybe this time the message would sink in.
Elrond simply glared and ignored the remark.
Thranduil sighed and watched as his own son, Legolas, offered the twins bowls of food and travel bread. The accepted and quietly picked the meal, obviously not interested in food. The King shook his head and sat his brushed down by the horse’s tack. He moved towards the edge of camp and caught his son’s eye. A tilt of his head toward to woods received a small nod from Legolas, and Thranduil disappeared into the dark woods with an ease that amazed the guards that stood watch. Legolas followed soon after and met his father deep within the forest.
High within a tree, they sat together in silence for a moment.
“They are sick,” Legolas stated, fiddling with the fletching on an arrow.
“Elrond is obstinate. But then, of course, what is new?” Thranduil smiled a sardonic kind of smile.
“I would not wish this curse upon anyone,” the younger elf said softly, quietly. “No one should find their bonded mate, only to be denied them because of the edicts of a populace that doesn’t know what it is to be torn from the one you love.”
Thranduil watched with a broken heart as a tear fell down his dark-haired son’s cheek. He leaned forward and caught Legolas’ mouth with a gentle, intense kiss. The King released the lips under his and pressed his cheek against his son’s, their tears mingling together.
“Someday,” Thranduil whispered, “I will find a way for us to be together, my love.”
“Only if I do not find it first,” Legolas murmured, caressing his father’s golden hair.
They leaned together for several more minutes until they felt they would be missed if they were gone any longer. With a final kiss they said their good-byes as star-crossed lovers and resumed their rolls as father and son, King and Prince to await the next time they had but a few moments to sneak away into the night.
TBC…
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: Tena! *smoochies*
Chapter: 4/?
Pairings: Elrond/Elladan/Elrohir, surprise!
Rating: NC-17 overall, PG-13 this chapter
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: A night of drunken debauchery goes terribly wrong.
A/N: So I gave Legolas dark hair…deal.
“They are sick,” Thranduil murmured sotto voce to his companion. Elrond lifted a tired and weary eye to the individuals that Thranduil pointed out. The twins sat together on their combined bedrolls, leaning against each other as if for warmth…which was entirely possible seeing their current state of health. No glaring defects were visible, but there was sickly air about them. They were quiet…so much quieter than their usual gleeful nonsense, that their sad state was notable. The brothers had lost weight; not enough to cause concern, but enough that Elrond could detect a thinning in their cheeks and shoulders.
Elrond sighed dispiritedly and returned to brushing his mount with help from Thranduil. “I know,” the Lord responded. He ran the coiled comb and soft brush rhythmically over the coat of his horse while the King regarded him from over the animal’s back.
After a minute of silence, Thranduil lowered his head and resumed brushing his side of the horse. “Are you going to do anything about it?”
“Like what, Thranduil? It’s hardly as if I can give them-” he cut himself off before he said something incriminating. Thranduil raised an eyebrow in question. Elrond shook his head and resolutely avoided eye contact with his friend. All elves knew that one needed quality time, if not full contact, with one’s bonded mate in order to stay healthy; especially at the beginning of the relationship. Since the night of the bonding, Elrond had practically avoided all close encounters with his twin sons. He had even gone to great lengths to make sure they did not find themselves within the same chamber at any one point.
The twins, for their part, had known something was…off. They had awoken from their night of drunken debauchery sick of body and soul. Something had gone wrong; however they had not the faintest inkling as to what had transpired. They had vague memories of passion…and something else. Something that was beyond verbal description. They had not discussed that terrible night with each other, except to ponder who it was that had shared their bed. There were few dark-haired elves living in Mirkwood, Prince Legolas and his mother being two of the few. As the elf had been male, the Queen could be eliminated from the suspects. Legolas, they knew, had been nearly comatose and face down on the floor of his own suite of rooms when they had left him. It was highly unlikely that he had awoken, traveled the distance to the twin’s guest suite, and fell asleep in their bed before the twins themselves had entered the room. That left a handful of advisors, minor lords, servants, and the majority of the party from Imladris as suspects.
As to the cool attitude of their father…they had assumed that they had heard of their less than proper revelry with the obsidian-haired Prince of Mirkwood, and that the Lord was exasperated by their inability to act as proper diplomats. Little did they know that their ever stoic father had made is his own share of merriment that same night.
“You need to tell them,” Thranduil advised, hoping that maybe this time the message would sink in.
Elrond simply glared and ignored the remark.
Thranduil sighed and watched as his own son, Legolas, offered the twins bowls of food and travel bread. The accepted and quietly picked the meal, obviously not interested in food. The King shook his head and sat his brushed down by the horse’s tack. He moved towards the edge of camp and caught his son’s eye. A tilt of his head toward to woods received a small nod from Legolas, and Thranduil disappeared into the dark woods with an ease that amazed the guards that stood watch. Legolas followed soon after and met his father deep within the forest.
High within a tree, they sat together in silence for a moment.
“They are sick,” Legolas stated, fiddling with the fletching on an arrow.
“Elrond is obstinate. But then, of course, what is new?” Thranduil smiled a sardonic kind of smile.
“I would not wish this curse upon anyone,” the younger elf said softly, quietly. “No one should find their bonded mate, only to be denied them because of the edicts of a populace that doesn’t know what it is to be torn from the one you love.”
Thranduil watched with a broken heart as a tear fell down his dark-haired son’s cheek. He leaned forward and caught Legolas’ mouth with a gentle, intense kiss. The King released the lips under his and pressed his cheek against his son’s, their tears mingling together.
“Someday,” Thranduil whispered, “I will find a way for us to be together, my love.”
“Only if I do not find it first,” Legolas murmured, caressing his father’s golden hair.
They leaned together for several more minutes until they felt they would be missed if they were gone any longer. With a final kiss they said their good-byes as star-crossed lovers and resumed their rolls as father and son, King and Prince to await the next time they had but a few moments to sneak away into the night.
TBC…