Mirkwood's Toymaker
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Mirkwood's Toymaker
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Mirkwood’s Toymaker
“Legolas!”
The roar of the King filled the room, causing the three Elves lounging in the hot spring to grumble at what would inevitably be a torturous interruption of their otherwise agreeable afternoon.
“Legolas, why are there guards standing outside one of the guest rooms?”
Meeting his father’s stormy eyes, the Prince of Mirkwood smiled the sweetest smile and said, “Because I’m holding someone prisoner, Father.”
“Ooo. . . with chains and everything?” Elrohir asked teasingly, sliding a hand over the Prince’s chest, and Thranduil rolled his eyes.
“Would you get out of there? I’m trying to have a serious conversation, and that’ll never happen with those letches attached to you.”
The dark-haired Elves mewled with disappointment as Legolas reluctantly removed himself from their embraces. They were even more disappointed when he wrapped himself in a robe, completely destroying their enticing view.
Thranduil grunted. “That’s a little better. Now who are you holding prisoner?”
A frown marred the Prince’s flawless forehead as he faced his father. “To be honest, I’m not exactly sure.”
“Not sure? Explain yourself.”
“I was hunting in the Wood today when I came across a strange sight. There was a large man dressed entirely in red yelling at an odd species of tiny deer he had cruelly harnessed to an oversized sleigh.”
“Mmm. . . harnesses,” Elladan murmured wistfully and Elrohir clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, earning the twins a dark look from Thranduil.
“Strange, yes,” the King continued, “but it doesn’t explain why one of my rooms is currently barricaded.”
“I’m getting to that,” Legolas said. “While the man was raving, one of the deer sensed my presence. I spoke to him, letting him know I meant no harm, and he informed me of his situation. It seems these deer possess the unique ability to fly and are able to go long distances at great speeds. The man in red, upon discovering their talent, enslaved the deer and made them do his bidding. Oddly enough, he only flew them once a year, but forced them to stop at nearly every home around the world, all within the space of one night.”
“That’s madness!” the King exclaimed, and Legolas nodded his agreement.
“That’s what I thought, and upon hearing their story, I knew it was my duty to free these poor creatures from their lunatic master. I attacked, and not surprisingly, the man in red was no match for my skills, though I do admit, he moved with a swiftness and dexterity I never would have credited to a man of his stature. It was as if he were able to squeeze in and out of the smallest spaces. But in the end, I was the victor. I tied him to a tree then set free all of the deer, who thanked me before disappearing off into the sky.” Legolas’s green eyes grew wide with remembered awe, his voice soft with reverence. “I must say, it was a wondrous sight, those eight tiny deer rising into the air and climbing above the trees. It will be a while before I see a sight to surpass that of the flying deer.”
“And yet,” Thranduil said, eyes narrowing, “I have not heard about my room.”
“Oh, yes, that,” Legolas said, shaking his head to clear his mind. “Well, it was obvious the man in red was not suited for our world and would never survive on his own. The deer informed me that he’s an excellent toymaker, though in recent years he’d indentured others to do the work for him. I thought he could stay here and make use of his skills until he adjusts.”
“SKILLS?! What skills? He’s a toymaker!”
“Meaning he has the ability to work with wood and bears a creative personality. I honestly do not think we’ll have difficulty finding things for him to do.”
Thranduil glared at his son, who didn’t flinch as he stared back at his father. Finally, the King relented.
“Fine. The toymaker can stay. But I wash my hands of the ordeal. From now on, he’s your responsibility!”
“Of course, Father. And thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” The icy gaze slid over to the twins who were watching with matching smiles on their faces. “Maybe he can make something to keep those two entertained and out of trouble.”
“We’ve already got a solution for that,” Elladan quipped, leering at Legolas, and the King gritted his teeth.
“Miserable pests,” he muttered as he turned and walked out of the room.
Legolas faced the twins and grinned. “That was easy enough.”
Elrohir shook his head. “You know he’ll use this to get you to do what he wants.”
“For a while,” the Prince said, shrugging out of the robe, and two pairs of lavender eyes grew wide. “But for now, I was thinking of seeing if I could get you to do what I want.”
“As if you ever had a problem with that,” Elladan said as he and his brother reached for the Prince and pulled him into the water between them. Legolas sighed happily as slick tongues and agile hands made quick work of his body, letting himself relax between them.
“You’re really going to take responsibility for the toymaker?” Elrohir asked, shivering as the Prince’s fingers began finding his sensitive spots. “Because we really don’t want anything distracting you from us.”
“The toymaker will be no problem. In fact,” Legolas said, twisting around so that he was on Elrohir’s lap and Elladan was positioned behind him, “I’ve already asked him about the sorts of things he can make, and he was quite eager to answer. I believe he’s been looking to expand his skills into something the three of us might use in situations just like this.”
Elladan chuckled, swiveling his hips in a way designed to make Legolas moan. “You freed the deer just to get your hands on the toymaker, didn’t you?”
Legolas arched his head back to claim a kiss. “I’ll never tell.”
[Completed December 2, 2004]
Mirkwood’s Toymaker
“Legolas!”
The roar of the King filled the room, causing the three Elves lounging in the hot spring to grumble at what would inevitably be a torturous interruption of their otherwise agreeable afternoon.
“Legolas, why are there guards standing outside one of the guest rooms?”
Meeting his father’s stormy eyes, the Prince of Mirkwood smiled the sweetest smile and said, “Because I’m holding someone prisoner, Father.”
“Ooo. . . with chains and everything?” Elrohir asked teasingly, sliding a hand over the Prince’s chest, and Thranduil rolled his eyes.
“Would you get out of there? I’m trying to have a serious conversation, and that’ll never happen with those letches attached to you.”
The dark-haired Elves mewled with disappointment as Legolas reluctantly removed himself from their embraces. They were even more disappointed when he wrapped himself in a robe, completely destroying their enticing view.
Thranduil grunted. “That’s a little better. Now who are you holding prisoner?”
A frown marred the Prince’s flawless forehead as he faced his father. “To be honest, I’m not exactly sure.”
“Not sure? Explain yourself.”
“I was hunting in the Wood today when I came across a strange sight. There was a large man dressed entirely in red yelling at an odd species of tiny deer he had cruelly harnessed to an oversized sleigh.”
“Mmm. . . harnesses,” Elladan murmured wistfully and Elrohir clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing, earning the twins a dark look from Thranduil.
“Strange, yes,” the King continued, “but it doesn’t explain why one of my rooms is currently barricaded.”
“I’m getting to that,” Legolas said. “While the man was raving, one of the deer sensed my presence. I spoke to him, letting him know I meant no harm, and he informed me of his situation. It seems these deer possess the unique ability to fly and are able to go long distances at great speeds. The man in red, upon discovering their talent, enslaved the deer and made them do his bidding. Oddly enough, he only flew them once a year, but forced them to stop at nearly every home around the world, all within the space of one night.”
“That’s madness!” the King exclaimed, and Legolas nodded his agreement.
“That’s what I thought, and upon hearing their story, I knew it was my duty to free these poor creatures from their lunatic master. I attacked, and not surprisingly, the man in red was no match for my skills, though I do admit, he moved with a swiftness and dexterity I never would have credited to a man of his stature. It was as if he were able to squeeze in and out of the smallest spaces. But in the end, I was the victor. I tied him to a tree then set free all of the deer, who thanked me before disappearing off into the sky.” Legolas’s green eyes grew wide with remembered awe, his voice soft with reverence. “I must say, it was a wondrous sight, those eight tiny deer rising into the air and climbing above the trees. It will be a while before I see a sight to surpass that of the flying deer.”
“And yet,” Thranduil said, eyes narrowing, “I have not heard about my room.”
“Oh, yes, that,” Legolas said, shaking his head to clear his mind. “Well, it was obvious the man in red was not suited for our world and would never survive on his own. The deer informed me that he’s an excellent toymaker, though in recent years he’d indentured others to do the work for him. I thought he could stay here and make use of his skills until he adjusts.”
“SKILLS?! What skills? He’s a toymaker!”
“Meaning he has the ability to work with wood and bears a creative personality. I honestly do not think we’ll have difficulty finding things for him to do.”
Thranduil glared at his son, who didn’t flinch as he stared back at his father. Finally, the King relented.
“Fine. The toymaker can stay. But I wash my hands of the ordeal. From now on, he’s your responsibility!”
“Of course, Father. And thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” The icy gaze slid over to the twins who were watching with matching smiles on their faces. “Maybe he can make something to keep those two entertained and out of trouble.”
“We’ve already got a solution for that,” Elladan quipped, leering at Legolas, and the King gritted his teeth.
“Miserable pests,” he muttered as he turned and walked out of the room.
Legolas faced the twins and grinned. “That was easy enough.”
Elrohir shook his head. “You know he’ll use this to get you to do what he wants.”
“For a while,” the Prince said, shrugging out of the robe, and two pairs of lavender eyes grew wide. “But for now, I was thinking of seeing if I could get you to do what I want.”
“As if you ever had a problem with that,” Elladan said as he and his brother reached for the Prince and pulled him into the water between them. Legolas sighed happily as slick tongues and agile hands made quick work of his body, letting himself relax between them.
“You’re really going to take responsibility for the toymaker?” Elrohir asked, shivering as the Prince’s fingers began finding his sensitive spots. “Because we really don’t want anything distracting you from us.”
“The toymaker will be no problem. In fact,” Legolas said, twisting around so that he was on Elrohir’s lap and Elladan was positioned behind him, “I’ve already asked him about the sorts of things he can make, and he was quite eager to answer. I believe he’s been looking to expand his skills into something the three of us might use in situations just like this.”
Elladan chuckled, swiveling his hips in a way designed to make Legolas moan. “You freed the deer just to get your hands on the toymaker, didn’t you?”
Legolas arched his head back to claim a kiss. “I’ll never tell.”
[Completed December 2, 2004]