Ball masque

Title: Ball Masque
Author: Peniel
E-mail: familie@hetnet.nl (P.S. I am busy so it might take a while before I respond but I –will- respond. I love feedback)
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas
Rating: NC-17 and -no- BSDM, Incest or character death
Summary: Elrond finally caves in and allows the twins to host a masked ball. But they have alterior motives for this: they want Legolas and Elrond to become friends. Why is that Elrond always lashed out at the poor Prince? And will it work? And what will happen if it does? Read and find out….
Genre: AU; Romance; Drama; Angst
Author’s notes:

No elaborate pairings or deeper things here. Just these two. I wrote it because I wanted to write something about a masked ball and what could happen.

One more thing:
“ ” Indicates speech
/ Indicates thought
~~~~~~~~ Indicates a change in time or place
- - Emphasises the word(s)
` ` Indicates far speaking, speaking within the mind.
And sometimes ‘’ come up and they indicate mind talk. Like when you have a conversation with yourself inside your head.

Let’s go:

Chapter one Preparations.

“Ah, adar, pleeeeaase. Please say yes. It will be fun.”
Elrond rolled his eyes at the twins’ begging. For two weeks they have been doing nothing but beg him to say yes, to agree to a party. And not just any party, no: a maksed ball. He sighed. “Really, you two sound as if you’re barely fifty years old.”

Elrohir nearly took the bait but the calming hand of his brother on his knee made him swallow his reply. Elladan smiled innocently at his father. “All right, you want the truth. I’ll give you the truth. We wanted to do this to give you a bit of relaxation. A normal party would never do because you’d have to host it even if we’d be doing it. But if everybody is in disguise you can really unwind, adar. Please…”
Elrond sighed and shook his head. “You know my view on the matter and if you feel so strongly I need a break I shall take a small vacation at the Bruinen and leave you Imladris.”

Elladan’s look became one of horror. This really wasn’t going according to plan.
Glorfindel smiled at them and winked. “You know, Elrond, I’ve heard Thranduil is thinking of throwing a party himself. It would be grand if you can beat him to it. It will be hard competing with a normal feast in Imladris, but competing with a costumed ball, now that would really be impossible.”
Elladan smiled gratefully at his old tutor. It was a stroke of genius, using their father’s averse for Thranduil to get their way. He saw it worked and smiled.

Elrond sighed and stood up. “I won’t have it said Imladris will be outdone by that pompous twat. You can have your party, boys, but I will have no part in it. Make sure to invite your grandparents.”
The twins nodded and hugged their father. “Thanks, adar, you won’t regret it. We’ll make you proud. We’ll make you forget about Imladris for the entire night. You won’t regret it.”
Elrond shook his head at their ravings. He looked at Glorfindel and Erestor. “How do you cope with them in the study? I already have the feeling I am going to regret it. All right, all right, let me go. I have work to do.”

He shook his head and turned to go. “Why did the Valar grant me with twins?”
Erestor grinned. “Genetics, Elrond. One of a twin had more change of receiving them.”
Elrond rolled his eyes and left.

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Elrohir bounced on his bed. “We have to get the invitations right. -He- has to come, Adan.”
Elladan nodded. “He will come. He will not pass up a chance to come here. And the fact that we are arranging everything will calm his father down.”
Elrohir nodded. “But we have to make sure something happens. They are both so…”
He paused looking for the right word. Elladan smirked. “Behaved.”
Elrohir grinned and nodded. “Aye, annoyingly so. Can’t they see they belong together?” He doubted that was the reason behind his father’s attitude, but Elladan was right: what other reason could there be. And they did fit perfectly together.

Elladan laughed. “I don’t even think adar knows he has an admirer. Ever since nana he’s been blind to the world.”
Elrohir nodded. “But he needs it.”
Elladan smiled and nodded as well. “That’s why we’re doing this, remember.”
“Ok, who do we invite and how do we arrange it with the rooms. We have to make sure nobody knows who anybody is.”

Elrohir yelped when he missed one jump and tumbled backwards, rolling straight into the garden.
Elladan laughed. “I don’t think they want to sleep in the garden, Ro.”
Elrohir laughed as well and jumped up, eyes glistening. “Glorfindel.” Elladan turned but saw nobody. He looked at his twin in wonder who beamed. “Glorfindel. He hates dressing up. We can get him to help us. In exchange he doesn’t have to do this.” He nodded frantically. “Yes. We’ll add a contest or something and they’ll report it to Glorfindel, the only elf in normal dress. He can do the rooms too.”
Elladan grinned. “And have adar tell us we are dodging our responsibilities?”

But Elrohir already ran from the room, searching for the Balrog slayer.

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Glorfindel held his hands before his ears as he ran through the corridors. /Aiya, Elrond was right. They are elflings./ He quickly entered Elrond’s study but groaned when he could hear the twins following.

Elrond looked up in surprise. “Meldir? Is something wrong? It is not your wont to visit me at this time.”

Glorfindel slumped on a chair and groaned, pointing his finger backwards.
Elrond raised his eyebrows when he saw his sons enter. “Elladan, Elrohir. Why do you find it necessary to annoy Glorfindel?”
Elladan smiled. “Don’t ask me, adar. I don’t even know what Ro is thinking this time. I’m just here to make sure I know.”
Elrond shook his head. “Elrohir?”

Elrohir smiled and started pulling Glorfindel’s arm. “Please…”
Glorfindel groaned. “Why me?”
Elrohir smiled. “Because I know you don’t like those masks and if you help you won’t have to ware one. Please? That way it will go perfect. Please?”

Elrond laughed and it grew worse when he saw Glorfindel’s outraged look. “Your own fault Glorfindel, for talking me into accepting this. No help from me. But really Elrohir, you should have more consideration for one as old as Glorfindel. He’d be lost and would probably forget what he needs to do.”
Glorfindel jumped up. “Who are you calling old? I am perfectly capable of doing this and better yet: I’ll do it and show you exactly who the old one is!”

His face was smug but it soon changed into horror and he slumped back down, glaring at Elrond. “How could you?”
Elrond smiled. “Eye for an eye, Glorfindel.”

Elrohir was ecstatic and he tugged Glorfindel along, already babbling about their plans.

Elrond groaned. The tiny bit of hope he had of the twins abandoning this plan was now completely lost, evaporated like a puddle of water. He sighed and told himself it would all be over in one month. He groaned. In one month the worst night of his life would take place. He already had horrifying images flashing before him of that night. He knew the twins were up to something and not knowing what it was made it worse. All he could do was await the inevitable and pray it would be all right.

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Galadriel jumped and screamed in glee when she opened the letter that had come from Imladris. Celeborn groaned. “Really, dear, do you have to make so mnoisnoise in the early morning?”
Galadriel kissed him on the cheek and fanned the letter in front of his face. Celeborn closed his eyes. “Are you going to tell me what’s in it or are you just going to wave air in my face?”

Galadriel laughed and he got scared. Normally his wife was a bit hot tempered and now it didn’t do anything to get her out of his face. She smiled and started reading out the letter. “Dear ata’da and…”
She laughed when Celeborn snatched it from her. He preferred reading their letters himself. When he was done he too jumped up in excitement. “The twins are giving a party. A masked ball. That will be interesting. I wonder who’ll I wind up dancing with?”

His eyes twinkled and he already started planning his robe. He shook at the strange request that everybody should not only be masked but also in clothes never before worn.

Galadriel smiled and shrugged. “I believe they don’t want anybody to be recognized. Maybe they’ll even throw in a competition.”
Celeborn smiled and nodded. “And the invitation extends to Haldir and his brothers and whomever we wish for as our escort. I know at least three elves the twins should avoid that night.”
Galadriel smiled. “You forget dear Glorfindel. He hates all festivities. If he can go on border patrol, he will.”
Celeborn nodded and smiled. “Let’s make sure our clothes and masks are ready.”

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Arwen jumped in the air and screamed, overcome with excitement.
Aragorn frowned at her antics. “Is it possible for me to have a normal breakfast?”
Eldarion grinned at his mother’s outraged look. “Nana, calm down, adar didn’t mean it like that. What is it?”
Arwen threw her son a grateful look. “A letter from home. My brothers are arranging a ball. Can we go?”
Aragorn grinned. “Elladan and Elrohir, you say? I’m surprised adar agreed to it.”
Arwen grinned. “You know how they are. They probably begged him for months. And if Erestor and Glorfindel side with them it will be even worse for adar to hold his ground.”

Aragorn laughed. He surely remembered. “I miss them. We’ll definitely go.”
Arwen smiled. “It is a masked ball and they also request everybody wears clothes never worn before.”
Aragorn frowned at the request. “Well, that excludes you from the party, dear. Every one would know it is you.”
Arwen hit him over the head. “I am going and if adar even thinks he can fuss over me just because I am pregnant, he’s got another thing coming.”
Aragorn shrugged. “I don’t think he’ll dare, love. And I was only kidding. We leave today. That way we arrive in time for you to have an elvendress made.”

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Thranduil grinned as he reread the letter. He looked up when his son entered the room. “Legolas. You’re fast. I thought you were out riding?”
Legolas shook his head. “Nay, I changed my mind. What did you want to see me about?”

Thranduil waved the letter in the air. “You’ve been invited to a masked ball in Imladris, host by Elrond’s twin sons.” He grinned at the blush that crept over Legolas. “Every attendee should wear not only a mask but also clothes that are never worn before. They must be up to something.”
Legolas nodded. “I wonder how long they nagged Elrond, I mean Lord Elrond, I mean their father to get him to agree.”
Thranduil smiled, wisely ignoring Legolas’ stuttering. “Want me to join you? I would like to see it and offer you support, but things here are rather hectic and besides,” he patted the letter. “Elrond might call off everything should he see my face.”

He laughed warmly. “I’d prefer to have you with me, adar, but I know you’re too busy. I shall not shame Mirkwood.”
Thranduil stood and clasped his shoulders. “No, Legolas, my son. Do not speak like that. You are not Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood and representative thereof, but you will be just Legolas, my son. Forget protocol and enjoy yourself at that feast.”
Legolas hugged his father and nodded. He was eager to leave.

Thranduil laughed warmly at his son’s behaviour over the next few days. He wished he could be there to support him. When he noticed Legolas was packing he walked in the room and smiled at his happy son. “I won’t be able to see you off, Legolas. Travel safe and enjoy yourself whilst in Imladris. And here.” He gave Legolas a folded piece of paper and turned.

Legolas opened it and smiled. “Tirat ondotya.” His eyes watered at the gesture and he placed it over his heart.

End chapter 01
TBC

Translation:
Tirat ondotya means guard your heart