A/N: A question! Yay! Someone asked a question about the story! Finally! Okay. Ehem.
To Ola: I should have mentioned earlier, my fault.. sorry, but when I read the Lord of the Rings books, it seemed to me that Haldir was a pretty renowned warrior... a very cool, well-thought of guy, if a little on the arrogant side, lol. So, I've made him as an elf who is from Loth Lorien but gains access to Mirkwood (And other kingdoms, actually.) because he is favored by the King - you know, for his orc-exploits and such. I guess you could say, he's a big star with a backstage pass!
Disclaimer: Legolas is mine and to Mandos with everyone else. (Right. No. None are mine, except for the idiot Lord Maunore and the attendant Raumiwen. Don't sue!)
Warnings: Ah, slash. AU. S'bout it, I guess. The rating on this thing is G, for crying out loud so there isn't much to warn of.
Flight Attendant: Fasten your seatbelts, you are now being shuttled back to the early morning
and being dumped back into the middle of the masque.... ;)
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"Behold! Public of Mirkwood, nobles of Thranduil's Kindom, behold! For tonight, you witness the birth of a new dawn, far more powerful than Anor's journey against the dark! Bear witness tonight, for you shall know first above all other royalty, as your Third Prince Legolas, whose beauty shines brighter than those resilliant rays of sunrise to luminate the day, is betrothed to the neighbor and the comrad in arms, Lord Maunore of the South!", the royal heralds chorused perfectly. "Bear witness!"
The applause and jubilation from the gathered audience was instantaneous and uproarous. Elves hooted, clapped, shouted, and their children laughed and danced together much to the joy of the royal family gathered before them on their platform. King Thranduil gripped his Queen's hand lovingly, and she beamed at him. To their right stood their two eldest sons smiling like the nobles they were, contented and seeing no evil. However, to the left of the King and Queen was their youngest son, the only one of the royal family not alight with glee, standing upright and uptight beside his newly betrothed.
Legolas was extremely uneasy just then, trying desperately not to wince next to the Lord Maunore, who, in rich purple attire, was grinning like a mad-elf, while simultaneously slowly crushing the Prince's left hand in his own great paws.
As soon as Legolas had re-entered the party minutes earlier, hands quickly grasped his arms and he was thrown into the awaiting embrace of the purple-attired Lord. Elvish flutes whistled into the air, slicing across the sensitive hearing of the elves, and silencing even the most relentlessly talkative of them all - well, except Legolas.
Fighting off the arms of the Lord, and the shock of such a change in pace, Legolas managed to free all but his poor, defenseless hand and, abandoning it like a wounded soldier too far gone to be saved, leaned over to speak to his mother, but was immedietely shushed as his father peaked out from beside the Queen and shot him a most quieting look. That was all it took to freeze the Prince and stop him from any other possible outbursts that might occur over the next few moments in response to the actions around him and concerning him.
Now, he stood as a statue, or rather, a trophy being given away to the Lord Maunore for some gracious deed done.
"I accept your offered youngest son in this magnificent bond of marriage, your highness," boomed the Lord, enacting the impossible by clasping Legolas's hand even tighter than before. Legolas gave in and shut his eyes in pain, but recovered quick enough to not be spotted by his father.
"And let it be scribed and done", King Thranduil declared,"The Kingdom of Mirkwood and the plentiful lands of the South shall be united as one!"
Deafening applause shook the stage and carried out across the forests to meet the lifted ears of smiling sentries.
*Father... no...*, Legolas thought to himself. He felt almost in a dream, or nightmare... or some strange hybrid of the two. One moment he was alone and depressed, the next moment - with his first love and euphoric, and now... he was crowded, squashed and carrying a heart that was slowly breaking.
He fought to keep his face from revealing his sadness and fought even harder to keep his other hand from reaching over and pushing Lord Maunore away from him and off the stage.
Only one elf, standing unnoticed near the stage spotted the Prince's turmoil. The elf was saddened that the Prince would have to marry someone who, as rumors said, wasn't going to be easy to like. Raumiwen silently cursed the King Thranduil for making Legolas, whom she had practically raised herself in all the years at Mirkwood, so unhappy. And to herself, she vowed to do whatever she could to ease the Prince's pain.
*The poor dear ... *, she thought woefully of Legolas, shaking her head at the agonizing nonsense of the king.
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In Loth Lorien, later on in the day...
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A tall, golden elf leisurely strolled around a small and private alcove. Silence drifted like a fog over the miniature meadow, so pacifying even the birds dared not break it. The water gurgling from a nearby stream had lowered it's tone to a mere whisper, so as not to disturb the woman who walked there.
Now, anyone watching might have thought that this elfan woman had not a care in the world, as she so serenely and softly tread upon thick silverish moss, and gazed calmly at the beautiful forestry around her. But, of course, this was not so. The lady had many worries, regrets, and troubles that ghosted about her mind and haunted her days... one in particular, which she'd waited to solve before, was of great importance.
Tonight she would take the first steps to help to alleviate the problem, as much as she dared.
"You wanted to see me, Lady?"
Galadriel stopped at the voice interrupting her tormentous thoughts and slowly turned around. She swept her emotionless eyes over the form of the elf before her, pausing only slightly before returning to her leisurely pace along the border of her private courtyard.
"Yes," she answered, deciding at once to get straight to the point. "I won't keep you with idle chatter, Haldir. There is something of great importance that must be helped as soon as possible and I want you to be the one to give aid..."
Haldir, Guardian of Lorien never knew what to expect when meeting with the Lady of the Wood. The Lady had an ability to be the most unpredictable and confusing character he'd ever known in all his centuries; so secretive and yet so blatantly honest, she was. A most dizzying pair of traits, especially in her.
He only nodded formally to her words and gestured for her to continue.
"You were at the Mirkwood Masquerade earlier this day," she said. He nodded, but her eyes didn't bother seek out his confirmation."And at the party, you came across an unlikely... elf. One who should not have been in attendance, and yet, against many wishes, was."
She turned this time, and looked at him. He said nothing and his face revealed nothing. She smiled.
"Do not fear about the promise you made to Estel. You did not tell me that you knew of his presence at Mirkwood, nor did you give any sort of sign to indicate your knowledge.", she said."I merely took it from you. So, please. Drop all pretense and speak with me."
Haldir lowered his eyes momentarily and then looked back up at her. "What of this, then?"
"Your fears proved true", she told him. He closed his eyes and frowned."Legolas of Mirkwood and Estel of Rivendell; two innocents seperarted by hate... now united in love."
The guardian re-opened his eyes and glanced to the side,"It was my fault. I should never have pointed out the Prince to Es-"
"No", Galadriel said."Estel loved the Prince before you came along. The fault, though there is none to assign, is not yours."
She continued, not waiting for any response from him."They move carelessly against the swift currents of the odds, Estel and Legolas. Their love hit them fast and they reel from it's effects, still not clearly in their right... states of mind, we shall say. They will do unnecessary things - spontaneous things, as the youth are prone, to be together, but they will only succeed in moving further apart."
"You wish to encourage them?", Haldir asked, surprised. He believed that royal heads of both Mirkwood and Rivendell would never give even the slightest thought to the idea of a marriage connecting them. He thought it would only make matters worse between the already bitter blood of the two kingdoms.
"Dear Guardian of Lorien", Galadriel said, peaking at him from the corner of her eyes,"I would do all that is in my power to encourage the unity of Mirkwood and Rivendell. Matters will not become worse, as you think they will, unless the path we all follow now is abandoned."
Haldir nodded, seeing her point. "You see further than I, Lady. I will follow your instructions, whatever they may be - and without question. "
Galadriel paused a moment in front of an emerald flower, petals glistening among the silver leaves of a tall bush. Slowly trailing a finger across the dew drops, she spoke,"Because you know of Estel's presence at the party, and because you knew what would occur the moment you saw Estel's eyes as he looked upon the Prince of Mirkwood, you shall aid them in their wishes to be together", she turned her face to him, her eyes, so deep and serious flashed once, "Bear in mind, Haldir, no one else can know if this just yet, because the luggages of the tongue travel faster than any and the news may reach opposing ears too soon. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lady."
"Then go to Legolas in Mirkwood and warn him of the consequences should he alert his Father, King Thranduil, of the events of this early morn. I assign you as private assistant and messenger to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. If he is wise, he will use your utmost secrecy and loyalty to him to benefit the situation", Galadriel said. She turned her powerful gaze upon him. "Be aware, carry your weapons, and travel swiftly."
"As you wish," was the prompt reply, as Haldir bravely met the eyes of the Lady of the Wood, before turning and jogging lightly to his talen to prepare for his journey and tasks.
Never before had his limitless and unquestioned passages into Mirkwood, granted by the King Thranduil himself, been so needed and appreciated as they were now.
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Rivendell, in the library... (with the candlestick! Bah. N/M. Just keep reading.)
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"That's impossible!", announced Elrohir.
The momentary shock that resulted from Lord Elrond's news of, in actuality, a more-than-possible war had worn off enough for the three youngest elves in the library to gather their wits about them and speak; Elrohir recovering quicker than his brothers, who were not all that far behind.
"War between elves?", Elladan was amazed, though not in a good way."Elves?"
"Inconceivable!", Estel said. He stood up and walked restlessly around the library."What of the half-alliance?"
"It is but a half-alliance, Estel", Elrond replied,"Rivendell and Mirkwood, under the previous stipulations of the half-alliance, are only allied if a force threatening both our kingdoms arises. Only then will the effects of the alliance be shown. Other than that, we've been quite lucky to have had no scuffles between us that would lead to war."
"Why do you not unite in more than just a half-alliance? What prevents you?", Elladan asked, exasperated,"Surely Thranduil does not *want* war..."
"No," Elrond said, shaking his head,"This is just where history has lead us. Peace has been proposed, yet it's conditions remain denied. But no elf would *want* war. Absolutely not."
"Well. Then, what does this mean?", Estel asked, stopping in his mindless roving to look at his father."Though no one wishes war, we are to battle with a King who's son I want to marry?"
"I still think that the marriage would strengthen our alliance", Elladan told his father, who had not yet agreed to any wedding,"It would stop the impending war."
"Yes, I know. True enough.", Elrond paused a moment, thinking and weighing the stakes.
"There is no other option, we have to support this marriage.", Elrohir surprised everyone by saying, for he was most blatantly against the whole idea just a few hours earlier. He continued, explaining, "It is the only thing right now that could stop all talks of the war, you see? We have no choice."
"Yes, yes, all right. I am in favor then", Elrond said, giving in and nodding in agreement, he looked to his youngest son, though."But not if you mean to stride into Mirkwood, Estel, relate to the King of your many early morning offenses against him, and then ask for his son's hand. *That* would certainly encourage war."
"Then, how? What shall I do?"
Elrond sat back in his chair, deep in thought. Elladan, in the very image of his father, sank into his seat and began racking his brains for a plan, as well.
But it was Elrohir who came up with an idea first.
"It's simple!", Elrohir said, standing and walking towards the window. Three pairs of eyes shot towards him, and he turned to gaze back at them."King Thranduil can't know that Estel was there this morning, that's the only restriction here, you realize."
He awaited no confirmation before plundering on."We'll travel to Mirkwood, all of us. A caravan it will be; the family, various nobles, and the usual amount of guards. Our story will be that we are heading to Lorien, visiting our grandparents. But we will stop to rest in Mirkwood. King Thranduil cannot refuse us. The visit will be unexpected and he won't have time to think up a good enough excuse to keep us out and hide what he is doing. He will be forced to let us stay there to freshen our horses and such, if only for a day."
He paused and looked towards Estel, smiling,"You, Estel, during our one day visit there, will roam the halls of Mirkwood as the unruly brat you are and come across, for the very first time, the Third Prince Legolas and fall immedietly in love with him; as he will you. Or at least, that's what we will tell the King when the two of you walk up to him and tell him of your wishes to marry.", he grinned,"In reality, Estel, you will meet secretely with your love and explain to him of this plan, so that he might play along."
Elrond nodded, proud of the swift production of a rather good plan in his son and Estel looked at Elrohir with unabashed appreciation.
Elladan joined his twin by the window saying,"This would mean of course, that the King of Mirkwood shall not know that his borders, requests and half-alliance with Rivendell were breached - giving him no reason to oppose the marriage of our lovebirds or be angry about anything. We've got the fiend! Our lovebirds will marry and their kingdoms will be united in peace!"
Beside him, grinning madly, with eyes that gave off their own gleeful glow, Elrohir speculated happily."And then, within a fortnight, rather than a bunch of dead elves on a battlefield, we'll all be a bunch of drunken elves at a wedding!"
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To Ola: I should have mentioned earlier, my fault.. sorry, but when I read the Lord of the Rings books, it seemed to me that Haldir was a pretty renowned warrior... a very cool, well-thought of guy, if a little on the arrogant side, lol. So, I've made him as an elf who is from Loth Lorien but gains access to Mirkwood (And other kingdoms, actually.) because he is favored by the King - you know, for his orc-exploits and such. I guess you could say, he's a big star with a backstage pass!
Disclaimer: Legolas is mine and to Mandos with everyone else. (Right. No. None are mine, except for the idiot Lord Maunore and the attendant Raumiwen. Don't sue!)
Warnings: Ah, slash. AU. S'bout it, I guess. The rating on this thing is G, for crying out loud so there isn't much to warn of.
Flight Attendant: Fasten your seatbelts, you are now being shuttled back to the early morning
and being dumped back into the middle of the masque.... ;)
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"Behold! Public of Mirkwood, nobles of Thranduil's Kindom, behold! For tonight, you witness the birth of a new dawn, far more powerful than Anor's journey against the dark! Bear witness tonight, for you shall know first above all other royalty, as your Third Prince Legolas, whose beauty shines brighter than those resilliant rays of sunrise to luminate the day, is betrothed to the neighbor and the comrad in arms, Lord Maunore of the South!", the royal heralds chorused perfectly. "Bear witness!"
The applause and jubilation from the gathered audience was instantaneous and uproarous. Elves hooted, clapped, shouted, and their children laughed and danced together much to the joy of the royal family gathered before them on their platform. King Thranduil gripped his Queen's hand lovingly, and she beamed at him. To their right stood their two eldest sons smiling like the nobles they were, contented and seeing no evil. However, to the left of the King and Queen was their youngest son, the only one of the royal family not alight with glee, standing upright and uptight beside his newly betrothed.
Legolas was extremely uneasy just then, trying desperately not to wince next to the Lord Maunore, who, in rich purple attire, was grinning like a mad-elf, while simultaneously slowly crushing the Prince's left hand in his own great paws.
As soon as Legolas had re-entered the party minutes earlier, hands quickly grasped his arms and he was thrown into the awaiting embrace of the purple-attired Lord. Elvish flutes whistled into the air, slicing across the sensitive hearing of the elves, and silencing even the most relentlessly talkative of them all - well, except Legolas.
Fighting off the arms of the Lord, and the shock of such a change in pace, Legolas managed to free all but his poor, defenseless hand and, abandoning it like a wounded soldier too far gone to be saved, leaned over to speak to his mother, but was immedietely shushed as his father peaked out from beside the Queen and shot him a most quieting look. That was all it took to freeze the Prince and stop him from any other possible outbursts that might occur over the next few moments in response to the actions around him and concerning him.
Now, he stood as a statue, or rather, a trophy being given away to the Lord Maunore for some gracious deed done.
"I accept your offered youngest son in this magnificent bond of marriage, your highness," boomed the Lord, enacting the impossible by clasping Legolas's hand even tighter than before. Legolas gave in and shut his eyes in pain, but recovered quick enough to not be spotted by his father.
"And let it be scribed and done", King Thranduil declared,"The Kingdom of Mirkwood and the plentiful lands of the South shall be united as one!"
Deafening applause shook the stage and carried out across the forests to meet the lifted ears of smiling sentries.
*Father... no...*, Legolas thought to himself. He felt almost in a dream, or nightmare... or some strange hybrid of the two. One moment he was alone and depressed, the next moment - with his first love and euphoric, and now... he was crowded, squashed and carrying a heart that was slowly breaking.
He fought to keep his face from revealing his sadness and fought even harder to keep his other hand from reaching over and pushing Lord Maunore away from him and off the stage.
Only one elf, standing unnoticed near the stage spotted the Prince's turmoil. The elf was saddened that the Prince would have to marry someone who, as rumors said, wasn't going to be easy to like. Raumiwen silently cursed the King Thranduil for making Legolas, whom she had practically raised herself in all the years at Mirkwood, so unhappy. And to herself, she vowed to do whatever she could to ease the Prince's pain.
*The poor dear ... *, she thought woefully of Legolas, shaking her head at the agonizing nonsense of the king.
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In Loth Lorien, later on in the day...
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A tall, golden elf leisurely strolled around a small and private alcove. Silence drifted like a fog over the miniature meadow, so pacifying even the birds dared not break it. The water gurgling from a nearby stream had lowered it's tone to a mere whisper, so as not to disturb the woman who walked there.
Now, anyone watching might have thought that this elfan woman had not a care in the world, as she so serenely and softly tread upon thick silverish moss, and gazed calmly at the beautiful forestry around her. But, of course, this was not so. The lady had many worries, regrets, and troubles that ghosted about her mind and haunted her days... one in particular, which she'd waited to solve before, was of great importance.
Tonight she would take the first steps to help to alleviate the problem, as much as she dared.
"You wanted to see me, Lady?"
Galadriel stopped at the voice interrupting her tormentous thoughts and slowly turned around. She swept her emotionless eyes over the form of the elf before her, pausing only slightly before returning to her leisurely pace along the border of her private courtyard.
"Yes," she answered, deciding at once to get straight to the point. "I won't keep you with idle chatter, Haldir. There is something of great importance that must be helped as soon as possible and I want you to be the one to give aid..."
Haldir, Guardian of Lorien never knew what to expect when meeting with the Lady of the Wood. The Lady had an ability to be the most unpredictable and confusing character he'd ever known in all his centuries; so secretive and yet so blatantly honest, she was. A most dizzying pair of traits, especially in her.
He only nodded formally to her words and gestured for her to continue.
"You were at the Mirkwood Masquerade earlier this day," she said. He nodded, but her eyes didn't bother seek out his confirmation."And at the party, you came across an unlikely... elf. One who should not have been in attendance, and yet, against many wishes, was."
She turned this time, and looked at him. He said nothing and his face revealed nothing. She smiled.
"Do not fear about the promise you made to Estel. You did not tell me that you knew of his presence at Mirkwood, nor did you give any sort of sign to indicate your knowledge.", she said."I merely took it from you. So, please. Drop all pretense and speak with me."
Haldir lowered his eyes momentarily and then looked back up at her. "What of this, then?"
"Your fears proved true", she told him. He closed his eyes and frowned."Legolas of Mirkwood and Estel of Rivendell; two innocents seperarted by hate... now united in love."
The guardian re-opened his eyes and glanced to the side,"It was my fault. I should never have pointed out the Prince to Es-"
"No", Galadriel said."Estel loved the Prince before you came along. The fault, though there is none to assign, is not yours."
She continued, not waiting for any response from him."They move carelessly against the swift currents of the odds, Estel and Legolas. Their love hit them fast and they reel from it's effects, still not clearly in their right... states of mind, we shall say. They will do unnecessary things - spontaneous things, as the youth are prone, to be together, but they will only succeed in moving further apart."
"You wish to encourage them?", Haldir asked, surprised. He believed that royal heads of both Mirkwood and Rivendell would never give even the slightest thought to the idea of a marriage connecting them. He thought it would only make matters worse between the already bitter blood of the two kingdoms.
"Dear Guardian of Lorien", Galadriel said, peaking at him from the corner of her eyes,"I would do all that is in my power to encourage the unity of Mirkwood and Rivendell. Matters will not become worse, as you think they will, unless the path we all follow now is abandoned."
Haldir nodded, seeing her point. "You see further than I, Lady. I will follow your instructions, whatever they may be - and without question. "
Galadriel paused a moment in front of an emerald flower, petals glistening among the silver leaves of a tall bush. Slowly trailing a finger across the dew drops, she spoke,"Because you know of Estel's presence at the party, and because you knew what would occur the moment you saw Estel's eyes as he looked upon the Prince of Mirkwood, you shall aid them in their wishes to be together", she turned her face to him, her eyes, so deep and serious flashed once, "Bear in mind, Haldir, no one else can know if this just yet, because the luggages of the tongue travel faster than any and the news may reach opposing ears too soon. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lady."
"Then go to Legolas in Mirkwood and warn him of the consequences should he alert his Father, King Thranduil, of the events of this early morn. I assign you as private assistant and messenger to Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. If he is wise, he will use your utmost secrecy and loyalty to him to benefit the situation", Galadriel said. She turned her powerful gaze upon him. "Be aware, carry your weapons, and travel swiftly."
"As you wish," was the prompt reply, as Haldir bravely met the eyes of the Lady of the Wood, before turning and jogging lightly to his talen to prepare for his journey and tasks.
Never before had his limitless and unquestioned passages into Mirkwood, granted by the King Thranduil himself, been so needed and appreciated as they were now.
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Rivendell, in the library... (with the candlestick! Bah. N/M. Just keep reading.)
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"That's impossible!", announced Elrohir.
The momentary shock that resulted from Lord Elrond's news of, in actuality, a more-than-possible war had worn off enough for the three youngest elves in the library to gather their wits about them and speak; Elrohir recovering quicker than his brothers, who were not all that far behind.
"War between elves?", Elladan was amazed, though not in a good way."Elves?"
"Inconceivable!", Estel said. He stood up and walked restlessly around the library."What of the half-alliance?"
"It is but a half-alliance, Estel", Elrond replied,"Rivendell and Mirkwood, under the previous stipulations of the half-alliance, are only allied if a force threatening both our kingdoms arises. Only then will the effects of the alliance be shown. Other than that, we've been quite lucky to have had no scuffles between us that would lead to war."
"Why do you not unite in more than just a half-alliance? What prevents you?", Elladan asked, exasperated,"Surely Thranduil does not *want* war..."
"No," Elrond said, shaking his head,"This is just where history has lead us. Peace has been proposed, yet it's conditions remain denied. But no elf would *want* war. Absolutely not."
"Well. Then, what does this mean?", Estel asked, stopping in his mindless roving to look at his father."Though no one wishes war, we are to battle with a King who's son I want to marry?"
"I still think that the marriage would strengthen our alliance", Elladan told his father, who had not yet agreed to any wedding,"It would stop the impending war."
"Yes, I know. True enough.", Elrond paused a moment, thinking and weighing the stakes.
"There is no other option, we have to support this marriage.", Elrohir surprised everyone by saying, for he was most blatantly against the whole idea just a few hours earlier. He continued, explaining, "It is the only thing right now that could stop all talks of the war, you see? We have no choice."
"Yes, yes, all right. I am in favor then", Elrond said, giving in and nodding in agreement, he looked to his youngest son, though."But not if you mean to stride into Mirkwood, Estel, relate to the King of your many early morning offenses against him, and then ask for his son's hand. *That* would certainly encourage war."
"Then, how? What shall I do?"
Elrond sat back in his chair, deep in thought. Elladan, in the very image of his father, sank into his seat and began racking his brains for a plan, as well.
But it was Elrohir who came up with an idea first.
"It's simple!", Elrohir said, standing and walking towards the window. Three pairs of eyes shot towards him, and he turned to gaze back at them."King Thranduil can't know that Estel was there this morning, that's the only restriction here, you realize."
He awaited no confirmation before plundering on."We'll travel to Mirkwood, all of us. A caravan it will be; the family, various nobles, and the usual amount of guards. Our story will be that we are heading to Lorien, visiting our grandparents. But we will stop to rest in Mirkwood. King Thranduil cannot refuse us. The visit will be unexpected and he won't have time to think up a good enough excuse to keep us out and hide what he is doing. He will be forced to let us stay there to freshen our horses and such, if only for a day."
He paused and looked towards Estel, smiling,"You, Estel, during our one day visit there, will roam the halls of Mirkwood as the unruly brat you are and come across, for the very first time, the Third Prince Legolas and fall immedietly in love with him; as he will you. Or at least, that's what we will tell the King when the two of you walk up to him and tell him of your wishes to marry.", he grinned,"In reality, Estel, you will meet secretely with your love and explain to him of this plan, so that he might play along."
Elrond nodded, proud of the swift production of a rather good plan in his son and Estel looked at Elrohir with unabashed appreciation.
Elladan joined his twin by the window saying,"This would mean of course, that the King of Mirkwood shall not know that his borders, requests and half-alliance with Rivendell were breached - giving him no reason to oppose the marriage of our lovebirds or be angry about anything. We've got the fiend! Our lovebirds will marry and their kingdoms will be united in peace!"
Beside him, grinning madly, with eyes that gave off their own gleeful glow, Elrohir speculated happily."And then, within a fortnight, rather than a bunch of dead elves on a battlefield, we'll all be a bunch of drunken elves at a wedding!"
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