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Belated dedication to my 200th reviewer; Rokkis, who wanted an Elrond/Harry, with the twins and a confused Erestor. ^_^
Summary: Elrond is enthralled by emerald eyes.
Enthralled
He had the deepest, most entrancing green eyes that Elrond had ever seen. His hair was as black as the abyss, sprinkled with glittering stars that sparkled whenever he moved. His skin, snow white that contrasted deeply against his ebony locks, had a glowing sheen that indicated clearly that this was no mere human. Neither did he move like one. Lithe and graceful, he walked and moved like the breeze. He was dressed in flowing silk robes of dark green embroidered with silver thread. And at his forehead, he was crowned with a red marking shaped like a lightning bolt.
He was a nature spirit that Gandalf had encountered and had persuaded to come to Rivendell to meet the elves, the firstborn of Ilúvatar and maybe, perhaps convince the little sprite to meet some men. However, Gandalf never mentioned what type of nature spirit he was.
Until, of course, one of Elrond's councilors made the mistake of treating the delicate-looking sprite like a maiden. In his defense, Erethe thought that the beautiful spirit deserved words of praise for his exotic looks. Though Elrond personally thought that he did not have to go about it implying that he was small and weak, and thus, would be safe remaining in Rivendell away from the dangers of the world. The temperamental Maia shot the said pompous elf a disgruntled look and nearly charred him into crisp with a wayward bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky. Then, he pivoted and stormed off.
Gandalf just shot the Lord of Imladris an apologetic look as all the elves present gaped unattractively.
"Well, he is a lightning spirit," he answered a little too nonchalantly, complete with a little shrug. Elrond just lifted an eyebrow and wondered how the istar came about to encounter a lightning spirit. He was sure that there was an extremely good story to that. But at that moment in time, he was too perturbed to ask about it.
The lightning spirit remained in Rivendell for a while, flitting from one place to another, doing the same to the occupants as well. Elrond did not have a chance to speak to the lithe creature much but from what he garnered from his closest associates, namely Erestor and Glorfindel, the spirit was both intelligent and skilled at fighting, not to mention magically powerful.
Then, on one drizzling night, he spied a certain nature spirit dancing in the sprinkling rain. Hair glittering in the wan moonlight, the pale creature writhed in a silent dance with dark blades of hair and feathery silk twirling around him.
Enthralled by the hypnotic sight, Elrond was caught when the lightning spirit suddenly spun around and pinned him where he stood with his emerald eyes. His small smile curled into a seductive smirk as he surveyed the Elflord. Elrond felt a jolt of arousal flow through him as the sprite continued his graceful dance with their eyes still connected to one another, beckoning to him.
He had never contemplated in becoming involved in a relationship ever since his beloved wife passed away from the Orc attack a few centuries ago but he had never been so attracted to another being as he did now.
And as he stayed rooted where he stood, the object of his attention danced closer and closer till he was within arm's reach.
"Your name… it is Arryon isn't it?" Elrond forced through his mouth. The seductive little sprite smiled.
"Lord Elrond," he purred, "You can call me Harry."
"Harry," he breathed. Such a human name for a completely unearthly being.
Said creature took a step closer and returned the favour.
"Elrond," he whispered huskily, making the Elflord almost moan aloud.
Pale tapered fingers reached out and touched the firstborn's face. Elrond reflexively closed his eyes in acceptance of the caress. His action pleased the Maia for his smirk widened into a more genuine smile. The petite immortal moved closer to the elvenlord and whispered into his ear.
"Mate with me."
At the words, Elrond's eyes snapped open and met the spirit's anticipating green eyes. He pushed the sable-haired immortal from him, shocked by the blatant proposal.
Just then, Lord Elrond, the ruler of Imladris did the one thing he had never done before: he ran. Making a quick escape, he did not realize that his encounter with the lightning spirit had been witnessed.
Across the courtyard, two identical twins shot each other a look.
"Was that-"
"What we think-"
"-it was?" they both finished in unity.
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Elrond never thought of himself as a coward before. But currently, he had to re-evaluate himself. For currently he was blatantly avoiding the lightning spirit that was by all rights his guest.
A very irate guest at that.
From what Glorfindel had reported to him, Arryon or Harry, as many of the others has now taken to calling him, was going on a rampage against Orcs to relieve his anger at being rejected (though none other than Harry and Elrond himself knew that). The others only assumed that the naturally prickly spirit was making a sport out of hunting Orcs. Viciously.
But Elrond knew better.
Expecially whenever the Maia catches sight of the elvenlord, his face would turn dark and his already pouty lips would jut out (almost adorably). Then, he would blatantly turn his face away from the contrite Lord.
Still, he was unable to bring himself to approach the other immortal, too unsure of his own feelings and the attraction that the lighting spirit sparked in him.
Until he was certain of himself, he would stay clear of Harry.
At least, that was what he had resolved.
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Harry was glaring at him.
That much he knew without even looking up from his plate.
"I have yet to meet another with eyes as bright and enchanting as yours" his eldest son, Elladan complimented the lightning spirit, reaching out to touch the white tapered fingers belonging to the Maia.
Elrond tore his eyes away from his dull meal to look at his son in surprise. Was his son flirting with Harry? Then, to his horror (and jealousy), his OTHER son leaned over to the temperamental sprite with a besotted look on his face.
"Surely, there is no other that has beauty as alluring as yours," Elrohis whispered, though with the Elves' heightenened sense, everyone in the hall could hear it.
Good lord, was BOTH of his sons flirting with Harry!?
Normally, it would not bother him that his twin sons had their eyes on the same object of affection but this was someone that Elrond was interested inhimself. An ominous feeling flooded his chest when said lightning spirit shot him a look, which was a mixture of annoyance and dare he believe.... some amount of wistfulness.
This would not end well at all. Not at all.
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His sons WERE indeed flirting with Harry. Elrond was certain of this now as the three could hardly be seen apart, often with their dark heads bend together, most certainly plotting some nefarious schemes to torture some poor elf. Or poor orc, Elrond thought to himself as an after thought.
Currently, the three of them were in the Garden beneath his study, laughing teasingly at one another. Their smiles were secretive and coquettish. Even from this distance, the Lord of Imladris could see as much even though he could not hear a single word of their conversation.
"-there has been an increase in… my Lord?"
"Harry…"
"Elrond?" Erestor called again but the Lord of Rivendell was abviously preoccupied with his thoughts as he continued to stare out the window. Just as the Councillor was about to tap on thew Elvenlord's shoulder, his lord slammed his palms onto his table, making him jump in startlement.
Then he blinked in confusion when said lord suddenly vacated his chair and disappeared behind his door. Stunned by the uncharacteristic action, Erestor paused for a while before running after the furious elvenlord.
"My Lord!" the harassed councilor called out. He turned a corner and smacked right into a familiar hard chest. He nearly fell but his lover wrapped his arms around his waist to steady him.
"What happened?" Glorfindel asked in confusion. He had never seen his lover so unhinged before.
"I would like to know that too," Erestor replied, continuing his task at hand, this time with the golden elf at his tail. When they arrived at the spot where Elrond had caught sight of his sons flirting with the spirit, they gaped.
The elvenlord of Imladris was currently in a liplock with a pleasantly surprised lightning spirit. Of course, it took less than a blink of an eye for the sable-haired Maia to return the kiss with equal if not more enthusiasm.
And while Elrond was getting acquainted with the lightning spirit intimately, the twins smirked at each other and winked, mentally congratulating each other for a work well done.
The End
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For being late in updating, here's some omakes for you to enjoy ^__________~V
Omake Epilogue
Harry pouted endearingly, picking at his floating white robes petulantly.
"Now, now. Harry, please stop that. You'll wrinkle your beautiful robes," Gandalf chastised, slapping his hand lightly.
The lightning spirit stuck his tongue out in defiance, displaying a moment of extreme childishness. Gandalf's lips twitched in amusement, not because of the display but because of the situation.
"Is the bride ready?" a dark head poked though the door.
Harry growled at the youngest Prince of Rivendell. Then, his expression changed to a smug look.
"You do know that after today, I'll be your stepfather, right?" he said.
"So?" Elrohir asked in confusion.
"That means I can punish you when I think you deserve it," Harry explained. "I have authority over you!"
"I'm not an elfling anymore!" the firstborn protested but Harry just ignored him.
"And you forget," Harry said, smilling evilly, "Who's the better pranker."
Elrohir paled, making Harry snicker.
"I hope you like little pink dresses," he whispered conspiratorily to the horrified elf before stalking away to the Hall of Fire where his husband-to-be awaited.
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Omake 2
As Arwen and Frodo crossed the river that served as a border for the land of Rivendell, a rumbling sound echoed across the sky, signalling that help has arrived.
Arwen turned back to recite the spell that was upon her lips as the nine ringwraiths made haste to cross the rushing river. However, their progress was halted when a lightning bolt flashed across their path, followed by a barrage of lightning from the clouds above. Their cloaks were charred badly as their horses, horribly spooked, reared back. As the ringwraiths struggle to control their horses again, a voice called out to the elleth.
"Now, Arwen!"
Arwen immediately obeyed the command, chanting the words that would bring down the wrath of Imladris upon the nine evils.
Waves begin to build as the water rose in the river. The ringwraiths, who were half way across the river saw too late the trap laid upon them. As one they tried to turn back to the opposite shore but was soon swept away by the heavy currents.
The Evenstar of Rivendell sighed in relief and turned around to face the nature spirit that had come to her aid.
"Harry," she breathed in gratefulness.
"Welcome home, princess," the beautiful sprite greeted with a gentle smile.
Truly The End