Chapter Five: Elrond's Attention

Rating: T

Summary: Bilbo and his friend Gandalf are concerned for Frodo. Obviously staying in the Shire drowned him in his angst and depression. Sending him from the Shire seems to be their best option.

Warnings: Slash, BoyxBoy, YAOI, FrodoLegolas, Fregolas

Disclaimer: J. R. R. Tolkien owns LotR; I own Hallaer and THIS plot line, dolls.

Author: Exactly. As. Planned

Update Date: 06/23/09

Story Title: In the Arms of an Angel

Originally: Only One –in the rough draft-

Aside from the arrival of the Hobbits, Gandalf, and the Prince of Mirkwood, Elrond could attest to having a perfectly normal day for an Elf. Nothing that wasn't ordinary happened which should have unsettled Lord Elrond but it did not. He nodded politely to a servant and he continued on his way down the hall to speak with his Hobbit guest that suffered depression. But that was when his day turned abnormal, which he didn't much like.

You see, a curious sound met Elrond's ears and they perked. He moved to investigate the noise which led to the rarely used sitting room and he found one of his Hobbit guests… Scolding the Prince of Mirkwood, which Elrond was not aware of the pair having met, for peeping, of all things. He had been peeping on Frodo. The argument or scolding (whichever one preferred to call it) was, sad to say, vastly amusing. He snickered into the hand he brought up to hid said snicker before announcing his presence.

"I was unaware that you two were already acquainted, Legolas, Sam," he murmured. Sam looked up and released the lock of hair he had been yanking on to get Legolas to listen. The blond elf smiled at Elrond gratefully and gingerly touched the scalp of his head. He sighed and glared at the Hobbit.

"Sad to say, yes," answered the Prince.

"It's only sad because he was spyin' on Master Frodo!" thundered Sam, his face reddening with anger. "He don't have no right to spy on my Master."

Legolas snorted. "Nor do you have any right to yell at me for it when I know for a fact you were as well," he shot back. Samwise glared at him.

"I was jus' seein' what had you so en… en… Enthralled!" snapped the midget-like figure. Legolas scoffed.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe, Samwise."

"Watch yourself, Mister Legolas sir. My master has him some sort of a temper; he goes off at anyone he don't like and anyone who he thinks been hurting his friends."

Legolas glared but did not offer a response. He couldn't think of one, not that he would tell Sam that. Elrond gave the pair a fond smile; they clearly just met but were already becoming fast friends. That was to be expected, however. Under all of Legolas' angst and hot headedness, he really was a nice guy and from what Bilbo told him, Sam was the only person who could get Frodo to smile even slightly.

With a light chuckle, Elrond said, "Well, apparently Frodo is in the gardens, so I shall take my leave of you." Legolas looked up with a look resembling a kicked horse's look. With a gentle wave, Elrond continued his walking. He hummed to himself gently, walking out onto the outdoor steps. He patiently (because seriously, there's a ton of stairs leading to the gardens) walked down the steps, watching as nature continued on happily around him. Nature didn't really need him, Frodo, Erestor, Glorfindel, or any of them. They were there just because. They weren't necessary, but Elrond was always thankful for the days he got to live in the nature.

His view of the sky was blocked and traded in for a view of a canopy of tree leaves. They whispered of something. Something odd was going on in the Gardens of Rivendell. He followed the whispers down the trail, searching about in earnest when he, by accident mind you, found what the whispers were on about. A lovely voice, not one of the elves but it certainly couldn't be Frodo, was singing a sad song that Elrond didn't know what to make of it.

'Ail si eis os eil Eilaer, thia eirdae thys caesi. Thys sor pas, tyr cyraer vys, eil si aelaeraer sar o thaes. O eisi velaer thys si shaelandri os os molael vaelaesai. O'vi ail si eis os eil Eilaer; tae o thol mysti tystys caesi.' [1] It was… It was so sad. It had an eerie tune to it and was most definitely not one of his elves singing. No, it was unlike any voice he had ever heard. Silently, he pushed through the bushes that were in his way. No…

His eyes widened as they fell on the figure. No, that boy was certainly not one of his elves. However, he danced and sang just like one, only better. He continued his song; he had obviously been singing it for a while now, dancing about with his arms in the submissive position in the air… He was dancing with a Dryad, Elrond realized with a start. All Dryads were male (even if the actual tree spirit was female), but most were submissive. It was a beautiful sight and Elrond imprinted it into his mind before having to interrupt. He cleared his throat lightly and it was obvious when the Dryad vanished; a gust of wind whipped around the boy before vanishing.

"Hello, Frodo," whispered Elrond. Frodo peered up at him.

"Hello, Lord Elrond," replied the teen with baby blue eyes. Elrond chuckled lightly and put a hand on Frodo's head, ruffling the curls.

"Frodo, Frodo, you can just call me Elrond, you know this you silly pherian." He gently pulled the boy to him, pressing the side of his head against his hip, stroking the curls absently as they watched the Dryad spirits congregate and watch them.

"Elrond, sir," began Frodo. Elrond remained silent but settled down against Angaorë, pulling Frodo onto his lap. He then gave the Hobbit his full attention. "When I am with these trees," he motioned between the birch, the cherry blossom tree, and the willow. "… They speak to me. They whisper things…"

Elrond's eyes widened as he stroked one of Frodo's shaking arms. "Sh, my child. It is alright. You have the gifts of an Elf, though I would like to delve into these gifts if you would permit me."

Frodo nodded quickly. "I want to know what this means. I don't understand, Elrond sir. It… It…" Frodo's voice dropped to a whisper. "It scares me, Elrond sir."

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[1]- Same from last chapter, different song. This is the rough translation over to Elvish of the song 'In the Arms of an Angel'. So cheesy, please don't remind me. Frodo/Elrond FAMILYSHIP! It's cute, no?