Meeting of Minds (5/?)
Note: I know nothing much happend in the last chapter but I liked writing it. Ohh, not sure if I spelt 'Mallorn' correctly. Please let me know if I didn't, when I get my spell check back and go over the chapters I can re-do that at the same time then.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Archive: FFN. Please ask First.
Reviews: Yes Please, and thanks to everyone's who've reviewed my other stories.
The Morning after the feast and once more Lord Elrond stood on one of his many lawns watching the Prince of Mirkwood as he slept. It was almost a shame to waken him, but it must be done.
'Legolas, wake up my friend.' He simply stated, knowing that the sharp ears of the silvan elf would hear him. He watched as the eyes focused suddenly and Legolas gave Elrond a small good morning smile as the tree unwound it's grasp on him, finally letting him jump nimbly to the ground.
'Good morning, Lord Elrond. Forgive me, but last night the trees did call to me.'
'Ah, and the large quantity of wine you consumed had nothing to do with it I suppose?' Lord Elrond laughed when Legolas gave him a slighlty lopsided grin. He wrapped his arm around Legolas's shoulders breifly 'Worry not. If you wish to spend your nights singing to the trees, I shall not stop you.'
'You heard me?'
'As undoubtibly did Aragorn, my sons and Glorfindel in their sleep.'
'Ah.' Legolas looked thoughtful and a little embarresed. They continued walking for a little while and Legolas regained his more usual composure.
'Legolas, come to breakfast with us this morning, before the archery contest.'
'I would love to, My Lord, but I must prepare -'
'Nonsense.' Elrond cut him off 'My Sons tried the same tactic.'
Legolas rolled his eyes, and bowed his head 'In which case I shall see you shortly, but I must change my attire.'
'Then perhaps you would be good enough to waken Glorfindel for me? He seems not to have...recoverd as yet.'
'Of course. And no doubt Elladan and Elrohir will have plenty to say on the subject.'
'Without a doubt.' Elrond smiled 'Until later, my friend.'
Legolas returned the smile and took his leave, more or less strolling over the lush green lawns and plainly in no hurry to get to where he was going. Elrond shook his head a little sadly as he watched the youngster leave. More and more of the warriors began to walk as he did, like stalking wolves swift and silent. A testement to the change in the war parties tactics perhaps, but not a welcome one. With a final glance around his beautiful gardens, Elrond returned to his rooms, hoping that he was still able to persuade his break fast guests to do as he wanted. Or more precisely, what his foster son wanted.
The very first thing that Glorfindel was aware of was a voice, calling his name and naming him sevral affectionate, though still stightly insulting, names. The next was a patch of heat against his chest, shakeing him slightly. He wasn't aware of making any sound but he heard the voice laughing and muttering about lord's knowing such language. The third thing he became aware of was a pair of familiar lips pressed against his own, and as he felt himself responding, that warm patch drifted down to his side...
...and dug in, tickleing him. He sat bolt upright, half spluttering, half laughing.
'St-t-op! Pluh-please, Ah Elbereth! Yo-u dirty plu-playing so-son of a Troll! St-t-op!!' he cried, and the torturous fingers stopped. Finally fully concious, Glorfindel managed a disheveled glare at his grinning lover. 'You -'
'I think we've already been through that.' the prince pointed out, hurriedly backing away, still with that infuriating grin on his face. 'Besides -' he went on, still chuckling and still backing away as Glorfindel advanced '- your hair is a birds nest, your clothes are coverd in wine stains, and Lord Elrond has practically orderd us to breakfast!' he managed to screech that last out as Glorfindel pounced on him and hungrily kissed him. Legolas finally pulled away, licking his lips and catching the taste of stale but still sweet wine and that unique *something* that was Glorfindel. 'You're as fevrent with me as you are in battle, my Glory.'
'Can I help it? I have not seen you for thirty years and you expect me no to take every single oppertunity?' The final three words were punctuated by kisses on either cheek and the tip on the prince's nose. Legolas tried to look indignent but his grin spoiled the effect.
'I suppose not, my Mallorn.'
'Mallorn?' Glorfindel asked, taking a step back and doing a far better job of looking indignent than his younger lover had.
'Yes, a perfect name for you. Tall, golden, beautiful, breath taking and -' Legolas stepped behind his lover and took ahold of the water pitcher, holding it above the blonde locks that truely were sticking up in all directions and really did look as if a bird had tried to nest in them. '- home for birds.' And with that tipped its contents over his Glorfindel's head. While the Lord Captain of Rivendell was still spluttering water, Legolas walked towards the door with a cheery 'See you at breakfast, my Mallorn.' and was gone.
Glorfindel grinned. He would claim his revenge later, he'd make sure of it. Humming a merry tune he set about getting ready for breakfast and bemoaning the state of his hair. Ohh his Greenleaf would pay for this.
Elladan and Elrohir sighed in unison as Aragorn stood in the doorway of their adjoining rooms chattering constantly. Elladan for his part gave non commital sounds every so often while Elrohir actively avoided being drawn in.
"-do you really think I could be a warrior? Like, like you two an' Legolas? And Glorfindel, but he's so misrible all the time, I don't want to be misrible. I think I'd like a sword like his though, all long and shiny an I'd kill *hundreds* of orcs, like this see..." He proceeded to demonstrate exactly how he'd take the orcs head and immidately fell on his bum with an exclamation of "Owww."
The twins laughed.
"Come along our little Orc killer," Elrohir said, picking him up off the floor and setting him on his shoulders, much to the child's shock "we are late and I mean to be there before the drunkards arrive."
"Be fair brother," Elladan berated his brother with a wink at Aragorn "at least Legolas could still stand!"
Aragorn looked at his foster brothers in confusion, wrinkling his nose. "I thought I saw you two dancin' with Glorfindel an the maids??"
The twins went an interesting shade of red and did a good deal of clearing throats on their way to their father's study, Aragorn laughing from his perch.
Note: I know nothing much happend in the last chapter but I liked writing it. Ohh, not sure if I spelt 'Mallorn' correctly. Please let me know if I didn't, when I get my spell check back and go over the chapters I can re-do that at the same time then.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Archive: FFN. Please ask First.
Reviews: Yes Please, and thanks to everyone's who've reviewed my other stories.
The Morning after the feast and once more Lord Elrond stood on one of his many lawns watching the Prince of Mirkwood as he slept. It was almost a shame to waken him, but it must be done.
'Legolas, wake up my friend.' He simply stated, knowing that the sharp ears of the silvan elf would hear him. He watched as the eyes focused suddenly and Legolas gave Elrond a small good morning smile as the tree unwound it's grasp on him, finally letting him jump nimbly to the ground.
'Good morning, Lord Elrond. Forgive me, but last night the trees did call to me.'
'Ah, and the large quantity of wine you consumed had nothing to do with it I suppose?' Lord Elrond laughed when Legolas gave him a slighlty lopsided grin. He wrapped his arm around Legolas's shoulders breifly 'Worry not. If you wish to spend your nights singing to the trees, I shall not stop you.'
'You heard me?'
'As undoubtibly did Aragorn, my sons and Glorfindel in their sleep.'
'Ah.' Legolas looked thoughtful and a little embarresed. They continued walking for a little while and Legolas regained his more usual composure.
'Legolas, come to breakfast with us this morning, before the archery contest.'
'I would love to, My Lord, but I must prepare -'
'Nonsense.' Elrond cut him off 'My Sons tried the same tactic.'
Legolas rolled his eyes, and bowed his head 'In which case I shall see you shortly, but I must change my attire.'
'Then perhaps you would be good enough to waken Glorfindel for me? He seems not to have...recoverd as yet.'
'Of course. And no doubt Elladan and Elrohir will have plenty to say on the subject.'
'Without a doubt.' Elrond smiled 'Until later, my friend.'
Legolas returned the smile and took his leave, more or less strolling over the lush green lawns and plainly in no hurry to get to where he was going. Elrond shook his head a little sadly as he watched the youngster leave. More and more of the warriors began to walk as he did, like stalking wolves swift and silent. A testement to the change in the war parties tactics perhaps, but not a welcome one. With a final glance around his beautiful gardens, Elrond returned to his rooms, hoping that he was still able to persuade his break fast guests to do as he wanted. Or more precisely, what his foster son wanted.
The very first thing that Glorfindel was aware of was a voice, calling his name and naming him sevral affectionate, though still stightly insulting, names. The next was a patch of heat against his chest, shakeing him slightly. He wasn't aware of making any sound but he heard the voice laughing and muttering about lord's knowing such language. The third thing he became aware of was a pair of familiar lips pressed against his own, and as he felt himself responding, that warm patch drifted down to his side...
...and dug in, tickleing him. He sat bolt upright, half spluttering, half laughing.
'St-t-op! Pluh-please, Ah Elbereth! Yo-u dirty plu-playing so-son of a Troll! St-t-op!!' he cried, and the torturous fingers stopped. Finally fully concious, Glorfindel managed a disheveled glare at his grinning lover. 'You -'
'I think we've already been through that.' the prince pointed out, hurriedly backing away, still with that infuriating grin on his face. 'Besides -' he went on, still chuckling and still backing away as Glorfindel advanced '- your hair is a birds nest, your clothes are coverd in wine stains, and Lord Elrond has practically orderd us to breakfast!' he managed to screech that last out as Glorfindel pounced on him and hungrily kissed him. Legolas finally pulled away, licking his lips and catching the taste of stale but still sweet wine and that unique *something* that was Glorfindel. 'You're as fevrent with me as you are in battle, my Glory.'
'Can I help it? I have not seen you for thirty years and you expect me no to take every single oppertunity?' The final three words were punctuated by kisses on either cheek and the tip on the prince's nose. Legolas tried to look indignent but his grin spoiled the effect.
'I suppose not, my Mallorn.'
'Mallorn?' Glorfindel asked, taking a step back and doing a far better job of looking indignent than his younger lover had.
'Yes, a perfect name for you. Tall, golden, beautiful, breath taking and -' Legolas stepped behind his lover and took ahold of the water pitcher, holding it above the blonde locks that truely were sticking up in all directions and really did look as if a bird had tried to nest in them. '- home for birds.' And with that tipped its contents over his Glorfindel's head. While the Lord Captain of Rivendell was still spluttering water, Legolas walked towards the door with a cheery 'See you at breakfast, my Mallorn.' and was gone.
Glorfindel grinned. He would claim his revenge later, he'd make sure of it. Humming a merry tune he set about getting ready for breakfast and bemoaning the state of his hair. Ohh his Greenleaf would pay for this.
Elladan and Elrohir sighed in unison as Aragorn stood in the doorway of their adjoining rooms chattering constantly. Elladan for his part gave non commital sounds every so often while Elrohir actively avoided being drawn in.
"-do you really think I could be a warrior? Like, like you two an' Legolas? And Glorfindel, but he's so misrible all the time, I don't want to be misrible. I think I'd like a sword like his though, all long and shiny an I'd kill *hundreds* of orcs, like this see..." He proceeded to demonstrate exactly how he'd take the orcs head and immidately fell on his bum with an exclamation of "Owww."
The twins laughed.
"Come along our little Orc killer," Elrohir said, picking him up off the floor and setting him on his shoulders, much to the child's shock "we are late and I mean to be there before the drunkards arrive."
"Be fair brother," Elladan berated his brother with a wink at Aragorn "at least Legolas could still stand!"
Aragorn looked at his foster brothers in confusion, wrinkling his nose. "I thought I saw you two dancin' with Glorfindel an the maids??"
The twins went an interesting shade of red and did a good deal of clearing throats on their way to their father's study, Aragorn laughing from his perch.