In Twilight

A/N: Chapter 8 is finally up! The following chapter might be a touch more depressing than all the previous ones, but, don't worry, the story will end happily.
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Chapter 8: Stolen Hearts
Summary: Elladan debates on how to tell his father about his relationship, one Thranduil does not entirely approve of but lets be for his son‘s happiness. Legolas ponders a new way of attracting his lover’s attention (slash).

“Ada, I have found my soul’s companion while in Mirkwood…no, that doesn’t sound right. How about…I have discovered my other half residing in the beech trees of the Greenwood. No, that’s wrong too.” Elladan was a wreck as he paced his chambers, trying to put his thoughts into something that was not only coherent also conveyed what he wanted to say to his parent. He was having no luck despite all the diplomacy he had been taught as an elfling.

It had been nearly two months since he and Elrohir had returned to Imladris with Legolas and his siblings in tow. The Mirkwood princes and princess had been awed by the immense beauty of the valley. Glorfindel had ridden up to meet them, welcoming back the twins and greeting the guests before leading them to the Last Homely House. There, Elrond awaited them along with Arwen, who had returned from Lothlorien just two days previously. Upon seeing his father, Elladan had felt a tremor of terror fill him as he suddenly became aware of the fact that he would have to tell his father about the relationship he shared with Thranduil’s youngest son.

Elladan suddenly stopped pacing as he recalled how the golden king had reacted to the news. Thranduil had gone absolutely silent; at his side, Erinien had smiled and silently given her consent to the pair. It had given them a small measure of hope as Legolas and Elladan stood before the king, close enough to draw comfort from the other, but never touching. The twin had sensed Elrohir and Legolas’ siblings watching from a hidden corner, thankful for their support as well.

Long moments had passed during which a number of emotions had passed within Thranduil’s eyes, before he smiled, giving his consent. Elladan, as Legolas embraced his father, had felt that the king was not in complete approval, despite his words, and had instantly promised to keep Legolas happy and safe if it were within his strength and power. The oath seemed to appease Thranduil, as his smile broadened and he motioned Elladan forward to embrace him as well, the twin‘s taut body relaxing measurably as he stepped into the warm hug.

Now it was time for Elrond to know of this coupling and, for some reason, Elladan feared his father’s reaction more than he had Thranduil’s. He was not sure why, as he was much more familiar with dealing with his own father than with Legolas’. Elladan sighed; this would be a difficult matter to discuss with his father. But discuss it he must, so, mounting the courage he needed, the twin left his chambers and proceeded down the corridor. Upon reaching the door to his father’s study, he took a couple of deep steadying breaths, smoothed his clothes and the braids in his hair, and knocked thrice upon the wooden frame.

“Enter,” a voice commanded gently from within. Taking yet another deep breath, Elladan grasped the door handle, twisted it and proceeded into the room. His attention was caught by the firm, straight back and gleaming golden hair that came into view; he hadn’t expected Glorfindel to be present. As the blond Elda turned, it was revealed that Erestor was also in the room, standing next to Elrond as the pair went over a group of scrolls on the lord’s table.

“Elladan,” Elrond said, noting the entrance of his eldest. “You are not out with your brother and the princes?”

“Nay, there’s something I must discuss with you, Ada,” the son replied, working to keep his voice steady. He threw an uneasy look at his father’s advisors, particular at Elrond’s blond lover. Glorfindel took the hint immediately and motioned for Erestor to follow him out, mentioning something about maps as he closed the door. Elladan sighed in relief. He had always seen his father’s advisors as friends and confidants, but today he needed to speak with Elrond alone.

The lord of Imladris caught the uneasy look in his son’s eyes, read the mixed emotions on his youthful face. Sliding into a chair, he folded his hands across his lap, waiting in silence for Elladan to begin speaking. The elder twin remained on his feet a moment longer but claimed a chair when he noticed that his father had already done so. When Elladan remained silent for the next few moments, Elrond slowly reached across the table, laying his hand gently over his son’s clasped pair, feeling the faint tremble running through the lithe body.

“Elladan,” he said in a soothing voice. “Whatever it is, tell me.” Hearing his father speak in such a calm voice gave the twin the courage he needed to speak his mind.

“Ada, in the year I spent in Mirkwood, I discovered a lot of things,” he began, staring at their joined hands as his thoughts came to him. “Elrohir and I found that we were rather happy there. Of course we’re glad to be home, but Mirkwood was a fascinating place and we loved it there.”

“I thought you would.” Elladan gave a faint nod before continuing.

“I rather admired King Thranduil for looking after his people so closely. He cares for them all deeply, and for his family. I’ve only ever seen you, Nana, grandfather and grandmother care for us so. The king loves his children, and will do anything for them.” It was Elrond’s turn to nod at his son’s words.

“This I knew already, for that is one of the reasons why the two of us respect each other so. But that is not what you came here to discuss, is it, Elladan?” Elladan shook his head, braids of raven hair swishing into his face with his movements. Slowly, he lifted gray eyes to lock with the identical pair of his father’s. Such emotion filled them, that Elrond found himself holding his breath in anticipation of his eldest child’s next words.

“I have found love beneath the beeches of Mirkwood, Ada. ‘Tis a love I feel I can no longer live without. It would grieve me so to have the center of my affections taken from me to a place I cannot follow. I know not what I would do ,should such an event occur, though surely I would die of the elven illness if it came to pass.” A small sigh of contentment left Elrond, which went unnoticed by his son. He had waited two months for Elladan to confess to something the lord already suspected.

“I gathered as much as I observed you of late. You seemed changed, you and Elrohir both. Yet it was a different change. Your brother has had a sudden boost of energy and merriment; such mirth in his eyes I have not seen since before your mother passed. But you, ion-nîn, have changed in a different way. You are more compassionate and calm, as if something has soothed your soul and mind. I thank whichever one of Thranduil’s children has brought about this change in you. But tell me, pen-neth, is it the princess, or one of her brothers?”

“It is her brother, the youngest. Legolas.” Such delight filled Elladan’s voice as he uttered the name. It filled Elrond with a childish glee at hearing the name leave his son’s lips like a much-cherished endearment. Deftly he slid out of his chair, his feet making little noise as he seemed to glide around the table to stand behind Elladan. Leaning over, he enveloped his son in an embrace, kissing his hair tenderly.

“I am happy for you, ion-nîn,” Elrond whispered into a pointed ear. “I am glad he makes you happy, and am overjoyed to see you happy. You have my consent.”

“Diola lle, Ada.” They stayed in the embrace for a moment longer. Elladan closed his eyes, drinking in the warmth of the paternal love radiating from the father he cherished so dearly. His heart had lightened when Elrond gave his consent and set his mind at ease. Turning his head, the twin gave his father a chaste kiss on the cheek and a brilliant smile before rising from his sas tas the two departed to join the others for the afternoon meal.

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“Where are you leading me, ernil-nîn?”

“Be patient, melethron-nîn. You shall see soon enough.” Elladan gave his lover a playful scowl as Legolas led him through the woods of Imladris. The dark elf had felt much more lighthearted after the earlier talk with his father, even more delighted at the dazzling smile Legolas had given him when he relayed Elrond’s consent. Now evening was approaching, the evening meal commencing in less than two hours, as the prince led his lover along a curving path through the woods.

“Two months here and you act as if you’ve known the place forever,” Elladan jested. Legolas flashed him another smile over his shoulder.

“Perhaps I have,” he replied teasingly. “I spent many a night listening to you talk of your home, you might well recall. Besides, while you were speaking with your father, Elrohir was kind enough to show me some hidden places he said you liked to visit.”

“It would seem that my dear brother is trying to play matchmaker.”

“Nay, that is impossible, melme, for we are already matched.” A soft chuckle left the twin at the truth of his sun’s words. “Ah, here we are.” Elladan was amazed as they entered a small clearing about a hundred yards away from the falls of the Bruinen. His astonishment was aimed directly at Legolas, rather than the beauty of the clearing and the swirling pool o Th Th The twin wanted to be the one leading Legolas to the location; he had never expected to have his prince led him here. “Amazed?”

“Very.” With a smile, Elladan turned, wrapping the golden prince in his arms and kissing him lightly on the lips. “But glad. I wanted to show you this place, at least once.” Legolas smiled, leaning his head on Elladan’s shoulder.

“I can see why you like it so much. It’s so serene and calm here, a place to get away when the world is too much.”

“Or when you just want a little privacy.” There was a glint in the gray eyes that Legolas knew all too well. He smiled knowingly, stretching his arms about the twin’s neck to pull them into another, more heated kiss. They parted for air only to come back together with more passion, hands fumbling with clasps and casting clothing aside. Limbs tangled, bodies crumpled against one another as each brought his lover to rest on the soft, carpet-like grass at their feet. For a moment they just held one another, stormy gray orbs locking with a beloved sapphire pair, hands playing softly across liquid silk skin. The world seemed to stand still; nothing else existed save for the entwined pair.

With a smile, Elladan leaned closer, placing soft kisses over Legolas’ cheek before moving to the smooth column of his neck. He nipped lightly at the skin, producing soft sighs and moans of pleasure. As he worked his mouth, Elladan kept his hands busy, lightly tickling and brushing curves and planes, knowing just where to touch to excite his lover. He felt Legolas’ hands in his hair, fingering the strands and massaging the scalp gently, causing Elladan to give his own moan of pleasure as a fingertip brushed over his ear.

“Saes, ithil-nîn,” the prince whispered with an almost pleading voice. “Don’t make me wait. Im lle gara.”

“Anything for you,” Elladan replied, gently soothing him with a tender kiss. Rolling onto his back, he brought them both in a sitting position, Legolas placed across his lap. Ever so gently he encircled the prince’s weeping erection with his fingers, his thumb flicking over the head to collect the pearly drops gathering there. Legolas gasped, then moaned at the touch. A frustrated groan sounded as the hand left, but it was cut short as Elladan wiggled a finger, coated in his own pre-cum, past his entrance. He moaned as a second finger joined the first, gently stretching and preparing him with the utmost care.

“Sii’, saes.”

“Uma, sii’.” Withdrawing his fingers slowly, Elladan cupped his love’s slender hips, positioning his entrance over the twin’s straining member. Slowly he lowered the prince onto himself, gasping sharply at the delightful feel of being engulfed by overwhelming heat. For a moment neither dared to move, savoring the feeling of their joining.

As his dark lover began to set a steady rhythm, Legolas leaned forward, placing his golden crown on Elladan’s shoulders and his lips across the skin of the neck exposed before him; Elladan silently thanked the Valar for his discarded high necked robes, for he didn‘t want to have to explain anything during dinner. He moved slowly, in and out of his lover, both hands settled on slim hips to keep the movements steady. One hand slipped from its place to grasp the prince’s member, pumping in time to the movement of their hips. Legolas moved as well, pushing against Elladan each time the twin thrust into him, delicious sensations washing over the pair at their harmonious joining. His muscles clenched as his orgasm came, spilling his seed ben ten their two clasped bodies. The tightening feeling surrounding him, accompanied by the vibrations of the prince’s moans against his throat, sent Elladan over the edge as he too came deep within his lover.

Exhausted but unwilling to give into sleep, Elladan leaned back, settling on the grass and drawing Legolas with him. They lay together, fingers ghosting over skin and hair, feeling completely satisfied and positively glowing in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

“Vanima,” Legolas whispered, snuggling closer to the warmth of the twin.

“Lle naa vanima, anor-nîn, a‘maelamin.”

“N’uma. Lle naa, ithil-nîn. Lle naa cormamin” They smiled at each other and their whispered endearments of love before joining in another kiss. They stayed in their embrace for a while longer, unashamed to be exposed to the stars. The sounds of voices calling their names could be heard in the far distance, calling the pair to the evening meal. Reluctantly they parted, gathering their clothing and dressing themselves. They took a moment to smooth the other’s hair and garments, picking out stray grass blades from hair and robes. When everything was back in order, Elladan gave Legolas another loving kiss before wrapping an arm about the slim waist as the two lovers headed back to join their families for dinner.

Translations:
Ada-Father
Nana-mother
Ion-nîn-My son
Diola lle, Ada-Thank you, father
Ernil-nîn-My prince
Melethron-nîn-My love/lover
Melme-Love
Saes, ithil-nîn-Please, my moon
Im lle gar-I need you
Sii’, saes-Now, please
Uma, sii’-Yes, now
Vanima-Beautiful
Lle naa vanime, anor-nîn, a’maelamin-You are beautiful, my sun, my beloved
N’uma. Laa, aa, ithil-nîn. Lle naa cormamin-No. You are, my moom. You are my heart