Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they all belong to the Tolkien estate.
Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?
WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted Elrohir/L in later chapters. Thranduil is NOT a nice guy.
My first LOTR fan fic so feedback would be appreciated. Flames will be used to toast sausages and marshmallows.
1 Bloom of a Rose
Chapter One: A star rises out of darkness…
Outside, the skies darkened and the birds fell silent in respect. Deep in the heart of the valley of Imladris all lay still. Three but stirred in the great hall of the house of Elrond, tempers flaring and reputations on the verge of destruction. Elrond stood face to face with the King of Mirkwood, neither flinching and each filled with his own shame.
" I have nothing left to say Thranduil, there is no replacement for Elladan is already bound." Elrond spun, dismissing the king with a flick of his hand.
"Then the disgrace is yours and your house shall face the consequences, according to Celeborn's lore!" Thranduil smiled cruelly in the knowledge of the other lord's defeat. The third figure in the room faltered before stepping forward, shielding his lord from the tyrant's onslaught.
" In light that there is no other alternative, perhaps I shall serf ice, my lord Thranduil?" Glorfindel stood forward from his place at Elrond's side glaring at the king's attack on his lord. " I may not be a son of Elrond but I am an Elven lord of this kingdom. My wife passed on to Mando's Hall many centuries ago so I am unbound."
" I do not doubt your status Lord Glorfindel, and your offer shows unprecedented loyalty to your Lord." Glorfindel and Elrond smiled slightly at Thranduil's sudden unease. " I however find that I can offer no replacement of my son worthy of your rank and status, so I will have to decline your offer." Again Thranduil shifted with unease at the gazes piercing him from the other side of the dining hall. " Then again," The king paused, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "No, I could not release him." Again a pause. "My other son is still short of his majority by six years and is by no means worthy of a lord such as yourself."
" I shall look forward to meeting him sir, but why has he not been spoken of before? I would have thought you would be proud to show off another son?"
" He disgraced our family. He has been stripped of rank and is a servant within my home. He is not my son." Elrond and Glorfindel stared at the other elf in horror. How could an elf, any elf, say such a thing about his own son? Say that he had enslaved his own child? A child that should have been treasured and adored as all Elven children were. "But he is fair enough to the eyes, he was gifted to his brother as a consort before his marriage." Elrond had visibly paled, returning to the seat that he had previously given up.
Glorfindel steeled himself against the anger and rage coursing through his veins. To submit one so young to such a fate, it was unspeakable. He vowed to save this unknown elf from his father, even if it meant spending the rest of eternity alone, bound to a child.
" It matters not Thranduil, what fate has held in his past. It is his future we are discussing." Glorfindel's voice was cold as he addressed the king of Mirkwood. " All that I ask is that his title is restored to him before the betrothal. Surely that is not a big thing?"
" You are too gracious, Glorfindel. What you ask shall be done."
" When may I meet my future mate, King Thranduil? Or do you intend to keep him hidden until the ceremony?" Elrond stared in amazement as his friend confronted the other elf before him. Thranduil was notorious for his stubbornness and resilience.
" Of course not. He is one of the elves that accompanied my party here. I dared not risk one of my better servants on such perilous roads." Thranduil paused, looking at the red haired elf before him knowingly. " I can send for him now, or if you prefer inform him and arrange a meeting for after tonight's feast…"
" Now I think Thranduil." Elrond rose, once again intervening in the matter. " I also wish to see if this youth is worthy of my sons replacement."
Thranduil nodded before turning and walking swiftly from the hall. Glorfindel faced Elrond a weary expression spreading over his face.
" My friend, you need not do this for my honour." Elrond cast a despairing look over his companion, his amber eyes tinted with shame. " You should not have to do this just to repair a damage done by my blood."
" Elrond, I am bound to serve you, but you may rest in the knowledge that I do this not solely out of duty." Glorfindel embraced his friend warmly and the two sat in silence awaiting the king's return. Elrond's thoughts drifted to his sons, their scheming had resulted in their friends sacrifice. Their blinkered view of their future had almost brought their realm to ruin. He closed his eyes in defeat allowing he to draw some small comfort from the presence of the other elf.
Nearly ten minutes passed before the pair were alerted to the returning lord. The king brushed into the hall, a small figure stumbling in behind him. The young elf stayed behind the king, shielding himself from the view of the other elves in the room.
" Lord Glorfindel, may I present to you, Legolas of Mirkwood." The king stood aside leaving the trembling youngster open to the appraisal of the two Elven lords. Glorfindel's breath caught at the sight of the young elf before him. The child was beautiful. No, beautiful was too petty a word for one such as he. He openly stared at the figure his thoughts racing in a thousand different directions. Only in his deepest dreams had he known such beauty and perfection. Elrond too had frozen, stunned by the creature standing in his hall before them.
" Legolas, this is Lord Glorfindel, the one I spoke of. I trust that I need not warn you to serve him as well as you have served us?" Thranduil glowered threateningly at his son who kept his eyes lowered, not seeing the look of rage flashing beneath the deceptively calm demeanour of his king.
"No, sir." Legolas glanced up at Glorfindel before once again lowering his gaze respectfully. " I shall do my best to please you, my lord." The older elf simply nodded, stunned into silence by the flash of sapphire he had just seen. Sapphire glazed with fear and tinted by pain. His own eyes wondered over the slight frame appreciatively, admiring every detail. Strands of hair spun from gold fell over slender shoulders clothed in a loose, faded shirt that hung off his slim frame. The delicate features of his face were partly obscured but even smeared with dirt, and pale from exhaustion, it was obvious that his beauty rivalled that of even Arwen.
" I told you he was good for the eyes," Thranduil smiled cruelly noticing the lust creeping into Glorfindel's gaze. " Ask his older brother if you do not believe he will warm your bed well." Anger flashed in the eyes of the Rivendell elves at Thranduil's cruel laughter. Glorfindel could do nothing as he watched a deep red spread over the young elves cheeks, and as his eyes clenched shut. The youth pretended to brush off the snide jibe and reached down to pick at some loose strands dangling from his worn and faded tunic.
" You said that he does not reach his majority for another six years, correct?" Glorfindel tore his gaze away from the tortured Legolas and returned his attention to his so called father. Thranduil nodded, uncertain of where this was going. " Then I make the request to you my Lord, that Legolas remains in Imladris for that time. We shall travel to Lothlorien where you may meet us for the ceremony upon the feast of Elbereth."
" And why would you wish such an arrangement my Lord Glorfindel. Surely you would not bear Elrond with such a nuisance and burden." Thranduil smiled innocently, believing he already knew the answer.
" You say he has been living as a servant? He will need to learn how to act and the duties he will have to perform as my mate. He will also need to learn the customs of Imladris and the surrounding lands if he is to reside here." Glorfindel paused, throwing Thranduil a sweet smile of his own. " I trust that you do not wish him to pose as a possible disgrace to your kingdom?"
Silence filled the chamber as Thranduil considered his position, his gaze switching between the other occupants in the room before returning to fix his eyes on Elrond.
" Then my lord, I give him to your care before the ceremony. He will obey you in every respect if he values his life. I cut all ties with him except those which we have addressed." Thranduil turned to address his youngest. " You are lucky Legolas."
Legolas nodded humbly.
" My lords. I shall see you in six years."
" In six years, Thranduil." Thranduil merely grinned at the hatred radiating from the two older elves, satisfied in his accomplishment before turning and leaving his son in the capable hands of the lord of Imladris.
" He is not worthy of his title." Glorfindel bit out under his breath.
" Silence Glorfindel." Elrond chastised his friend before turning his attention to more pressing matters. " Glorfindel, fetch Elladan and Elrohir. It's about time they learn the consequences of their actions."
Elrond waited until his companion had left the room before returning his attention to the almost forgotten figure shivering in the corner of the room.
" Come little one. Let's see if we can find you something to eat." And taking Legolas by the hand, he led the reluctant princeling from the hall.
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they all belong to the Tolkien estate.
Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?
WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted Elrohir/L in later chapters. Thranduil is NOT a nice guy.
My first LOTR fan fic so feedback would be appreciated. Flames will be used to toast sausages and marshmallows.
1 Bloom of a Rose
Chapter One: A star rises out of darkness…
Outside, the skies darkened and the birds fell silent in respect. Deep in the heart of the valley of Imladris all lay still. Three but stirred in the great hall of the house of Elrond, tempers flaring and reputations on the verge of destruction. Elrond stood face to face with the King of Mirkwood, neither flinching and each filled with his own shame.
" I have nothing left to say Thranduil, there is no replacement for Elladan is already bound." Elrond spun, dismissing the king with a flick of his hand.
"Then the disgrace is yours and your house shall face the consequences, according to Celeborn's lore!" Thranduil smiled cruelly in the knowledge of the other lord's defeat. The third figure in the room faltered before stepping forward, shielding his lord from the tyrant's onslaught.
" In light that there is no other alternative, perhaps I shall serf ice, my lord Thranduil?" Glorfindel stood forward from his place at Elrond's side glaring at the king's attack on his lord. " I may not be a son of Elrond but I am an Elven lord of this kingdom. My wife passed on to Mando's Hall many centuries ago so I am unbound."
" I do not doubt your status Lord Glorfindel, and your offer shows unprecedented loyalty to your Lord." Glorfindel and Elrond smiled slightly at Thranduil's sudden unease. " I however find that I can offer no replacement of my son worthy of your rank and status, so I will have to decline your offer." Again Thranduil shifted with unease at the gazes piercing him from the other side of the dining hall. " Then again," The king paused, a cruel smile forming on his lips. "No, I could not release him." Again a pause. "My other son is still short of his majority by six years and is by no means worthy of a lord such as yourself."
" I shall look forward to meeting him sir, but why has he not been spoken of before? I would have thought you would be proud to show off another son?"
" He disgraced our family. He has been stripped of rank and is a servant within my home. He is not my son." Elrond and Glorfindel stared at the other elf in horror. How could an elf, any elf, say such a thing about his own son? Say that he had enslaved his own child? A child that should have been treasured and adored as all Elven children were. "But he is fair enough to the eyes, he was gifted to his brother as a consort before his marriage." Elrond had visibly paled, returning to the seat that he had previously given up.
Glorfindel steeled himself against the anger and rage coursing through his veins. To submit one so young to such a fate, it was unspeakable. He vowed to save this unknown elf from his father, even if it meant spending the rest of eternity alone, bound to a child.
" It matters not Thranduil, what fate has held in his past. It is his future we are discussing." Glorfindel's voice was cold as he addressed the king of Mirkwood. " All that I ask is that his title is restored to him before the betrothal. Surely that is not a big thing?"
" You are too gracious, Glorfindel. What you ask shall be done."
" When may I meet my future mate, King Thranduil? Or do you intend to keep him hidden until the ceremony?" Elrond stared in amazement as his friend confronted the other elf before him. Thranduil was notorious for his stubbornness and resilience.
" Of course not. He is one of the elves that accompanied my party here. I dared not risk one of my better servants on such perilous roads." Thranduil paused, looking at the red haired elf before him knowingly. " I can send for him now, or if you prefer inform him and arrange a meeting for after tonight's feast…"
" Now I think Thranduil." Elrond rose, once again intervening in the matter. " I also wish to see if this youth is worthy of my sons replacement."
Thranduil nodded before turning and walking swiftly from the hall. Glorfindel faced Elrond a weary expression spreading over his face.
" My friend, you need not do this for my honour." Elrond cast a despairing look over his companion, his amber eyes tinted with shame. " You should not have to do this just to repair a damage done by my blood."
" Elrond, I am bound to serve you, but you may rest in the knowledge that I do this not solely out of duty." Glorfindel embraced his friend warmly and the two sat in silence awaiting the king's return. Elrond's thoughts drifted to his sons, their scheming had resulted in their friends sacrifice. Their blinkered view of their future had almost brought their realm to ruin. He closed his eyes in defeat allowing he to draw some small comfort from the presence of the other elf.
Nearly ten minutes passed before the pair were alerted to the returning lord. The king brushed into the hall, a small figure stumbling in behind him. The young elf stayed behind the king, shielding himself from the view of the other elves in the room.
" Lord Glorfindel, may I present to you, Legolas of Mirkwood." The king stood aside leaving the trembling youngster open to the appraisal of the two Elven lords. Glorfindel's breath caught at the sight of the young elf before him. The child was beautiful. No, beautiful was too petty a word for one such as he. He openly stared at the figure his thoughts racing in a thousand different directions. Only in his deepest dreams had he known such beauty and perfection. Elrond too had frozen, stunned by the creature standing in his hall before them.
" Legolas, this is Lord Glorfindel, the one I spoke of. I trust that I need not warn you to serve him as well as you have served us?" Thranduil glowered threateningly at his son who kept his eyes lowered, not seeing the look of rage flashing beneath the deceptively calm demeanour of his king.
"No, sir." Legolas glanced up at Glorfindel before once again lowering his gaze respectfully. " I shall do my best to please you, my lord." The older elf simply nodded, stunned into silence by the flash of sapphire he had just seen. Sapphire glazed with fear and tinted by pain. His own eyes wondered over the slight frame appreciatively, admiring every detail. Strands of hair spun from gold fell over slender shoulders clothed in a loose, faded shirt that hung off his slim frame. The delicate features of his face were partly obscured but even smeared with dirt, and pale from exhaustion, it was obvious that his beauty rivalled that of even Arwen.
" I told you he was good for the eyes," Thranduil smiled cruelly noticing the lust creeping into Glorfindel's gaze. " Ask his older brother if you do not believe he will warm your bed well." Anger flashed in the eyes of the Rivendell elves at Thranduil's cruel laughter. Glorfindel could do nothing as he watched a deep red spread over the young elves cheeks, and as his eyes clenched shut. The youth pretended to brush off the snide jibe and reached down to pick at some loose strands dangling from his worn and faded tunic.
" You said that he does not reach his majority for another six years, correct?" Glorfindel tore his gaze away from the tortured Legolas and returned his attention to his so called father. Thranduil nodded, uncertain of where this was going. " Then I make the request to you my Lord, that Legolas remains in Imladris for that time. We shall travel to Lothlorien where you may meet us for the ceremony upon the feast of Elbereth."
" And why would you wish such an arrangement my Lord Glorfindel. Surely you would not bear Elrond with such a nuisance and burden." Thranduil smiled innocently, believing he already knew the answer.
" You say he has been living as a servant? He will need to learn how to act and the duties he will have to perform as my mate. He will also need to learn the customs of Imladris and the surrounding lands if he is to reside here." Glorfindel paused, throwing Thranduil a sweet smile of his own. " I trust that you do not wish him to pose as a possible disgrace to your kingdom?"
Silence filled the chamber as Thranduil considered his position, his gaze switching between the other occupants in the room before returning to fix his eyes on Elrond.
" Then my lord, I give him to your care before the ceremony. He will obey you in every respect if he values his life. I cut all ties with him except those which we have addressed." Thranduil turned to address his youngest. " You are lucky Legolas."
Legolas nodded humbly.
" My lords. I shall see you in six years."
" In six years, Thranduil." Thranduil merely grinned at the hatred radiating from the two older elves, satisfied in his accomplishment before turning and leaving his son in the capable hands of the lord of Imladris.
" He is not worthy of his title." Glorfindel bit out under his breath.
" Silence Glorfindel." Elrond chastised his friend before turning his attention to more pressing matters. " Glorfindel, fetch Elladan and Elrohir. It's about time they learn the consequences of their actions."
Elrond waited until his companion had left the room before returning his attention to the almost forgotten figure shivering in the corner of the room.
" Come little one. Let's see if we can find you something to eat." And taking Legolas by the hand, he led the reluctant princeling from the hall.