Elven school trauma
Disclaimer - Jiro: Inyx is a very broke person and could never even afford
something like LotR. Don't sue her. Flame her if you want, it amuses me a
great deal.she hates it.
I know I totally messed up the ages of Legolas, Elrohir and Elladan and
well just about everyone. Don't be mad at me, my muzeses made me do it
*sob*
Warnings: This is a slash fic, don't like don't read (don't flame?). Also
it contains incest.
Everything is in Elfish.
Chapter 1: Not wanting to go
*************** Mirkwood *************** "But Father!" Legolas shouted towards the blonde Elf, arms crossed over his chest "I cannot go!" The other Elf sighed. "You can go Legolas, and you will go if you want to or not." Legolas protested "It is unfair, I'm a grown Elf father, I can do as I please."
Thranduil frowned, why was his son always so stubborn? From the first time he had told Legolas of the school he was to go to the boy had refused. Ever since he had returned from the quest to destroy the One Ring he had been different and cockier. He saw himself as a grown and mature Elf. True, he had grown up a lot but still the boy was not an adult yet.
Legolas snarled "You did this to get rid of me didn't you?" Thranduil was shocked "No, of course not Legolas, why would you think such a thing?" Legolas sighed; his father always made excuses to get him out of the palace. "You sent me to Imladris did you not?" He began summing up the times that he had been sent out to do something that a messenger could have done as well.
"You are going." Thranduil hissed enraged by his sons' rebellion.
"No."
Thranduil glared at his son [1] and told Legolas in a deadly whisper: "You. Are. Going."
"No."
This was the last straw for the King of Mirkwood. Without thinking he raised his hand at his son and made it come down with an incredible force. A loud smack was heard through the room.
Legolas eyes went wide. He felt his cheek going red and beginning to sting. He.he had hit him.his father had actually hit him!
"You hit me! You really hit me," he shook his head and came back to his senses. "I hate you!"
Before the King of Mirkwood could say anything else his son turned heel and stalked out of the room, banging the door shut as he did so. Stomping down the hall, the blonde prince headed towards his room. His father had hit him. Not just hit him, but in his face. Like he was a small child.
He walked to his room in a stage between shock and rage. Once there he was enraged even more. All his belongings were neatly packed for his departure, firmly placed on his bed. With one angry movement Legolas swept the bags from his bed and let himself fall on it.
"What am I going to do?" The blond prince asked himself as he placed his hands under his head. After a moment of thought the blonde Elf decided to himself what to do. He would not go at free will. They would have to force him to go. He was not going. He was sure of it.
*************** Rivendel *************** "But Ada!" two similar voices cried out. "We cannot go!" Elrond sighed and turned a hopeless glance to Glorfindel. The blonde Elf nodded. "Do you care to explain the reason why you cannot go?" Elladan frowned, he hadn't thought about that one. "Because." His younger brother began. "We need to go to Lothlorien to deliver a message."
Glorfindel chuckled; he could see the desperate looks on each of the young Elves faces. "I'm sure that your father will let a messenger do that, will you not Lord Elrond?" The Half-Elf nodded. "School is much more important for Elven princes like yourselves." Elladan looked to his younger twin and mouthed: 'What should we do?' Elrohir thought for a while and winked at his older brother. Elladan smirked.
"But Glory." the twins whined and pouted towards the Elder "We want to learn from you!" The blond Elf looked to his students and smiled: "In the summer, when both of you are back again I'll resume my lessons."
Elrond grinned; Glorfindel always knew how to outsmart the two. Elladan scolded at his brother for giving them even more work. But on seeing the look in his brothers eyes his face softened. In his brothers eyes he could see sadness and fear. He gave his twin an encouraging smile.
Elrohir smiled back at his brother. He knew it was not the best of smiles but it was all he could manage right now. The expression his brother had seen in his eyes was true. He was afraid and he was sad. Trying to keep his cheerful calm expression was a difficult task. The young Elf swallowed and looked back to his father.
Elrond had a stern expression on his face. "Start packing, you will be leaving tomorrow." Elladan nodded with clenched teeth.
"Yes Ada."
Slowly he walked out of the room taking his brothers' wrist and gently pulling him with him. They both knew there was no arguing with their father from since they were children. Or arguing with Glorfindel for that matter. So they just did what they were ordered to and left for their room.
Once inside the room Elrohir collapsed on his bed with a ragged sob. "Why?" Elladan gave his little brother a compassionate look and sat next to him. Gently stroking his twins' soft locks Elladan whispered gentle soothing words in his ear. His brother only sobbed more.
Elrohir shook his head and sobbed again. "Why Elladan, why do we have to go? I don't want to go I'm scared and I-" Before he could speak any further Elladan pulled him on his lap and placed a firm kiss on his lips. Elrohir gasped and pulled away. His brothers eyes went wide and he began to apologize: "Oh Elrohir.I.I did not mean for that to happen.I'm sorry, I must have." He blushed.
"'Tis alright."
Elladan blinked, he must have misunderstood. "Pardon?" Elrohir smiled and moved his face up to kiss his brother back "'Tis alright." The pair shared another shy, soft kiss. And after that another, and another and.. Before they could get their senses back the pair had discarded their shirts and tunics to the ground.
"No, no Elrohir, stop it." Elladan breathed as he tried to push his brother of him. Elrohir looked up from the assault he was giving to his twins' neck. "We should be packing my brother." Elladan whispered "Not making love, at least for now." Elrohir grinned and gave his brother another sweet kiss.
"We should not tell father or Glorfindel. They would try to keep us apart."
Elladan nodded at his younger twin and kissed his nose in affection "Lets get packing little one." Elrohir frowned and muttered something about not being little. Elladan decided to ignore it and pulled on his shirt again. He knew it would be hard to leave their home, especially for his little twin brother, and he was not looking forward to the idea of going to a 'Special school for Elven children'. And by the look on his twin's face he didn't either.
Elrohir took in a shuddering breath and too began packing slowly. But his mind was racing wildly. He kissed his brother! He actually kissed his own brother! And it had felt so good. Of course he had imagined it, but the real thing. Elladan kissing him by free will. it was very frustrating. And then there was the matter of that school they would be send to. Father had read a message from Gondor about a special school being set up and the request for students and also, some extra teachers. Glorfindel would have come with them but he had to stay because of some political nonsense. They were both sighed in immediately. And that scared him.
Elladan pushed his belongings into his traveling bag as he thought about the complicated situation they were in. But his mind was working at top speed. Elrohir, his twin brother, the one he had loved ever since they were but children had found it okay that he kissed him. He sighed, if not for the school-problem this would be the best day of his immortal life. Their father was not one who made rapid decisions. He always considered every aspect of a matter and every possible way of outcome. But when he had read the folder of the school the Lord had signed the twins up as soon as possible. It was unlike their father to do such things. And for that reason it scared him. It scared him a great deal.
"Elladan?" a small voice whispered. "You won't leave me, right?"
Elladan smiled. "I will never leave you little one."
"Good. and Elladan?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm not little."
TBC ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* [1] Ah! It's Thranduil's evil death glare! *Hides behind muze*
That was bad wasn't it? Jiro and Peter: Yes it was. *Ignores muzes* Please review, this is my first fanfic.
Chapter 1: Not wanting to go
*************** Mirkwood *************** "But Father!" Legolas shouted towards the blonde Elf, arms crossed over his chest "I cannot go!" The other Elf sighed. "You can go Legolas, and you will go if you want to or not." Legolas protested "It is unfair, I'm a grown Elf father, I can do as I please."
Thranduil frowned, why was his son always so stubborn? From the first time he had told Legolas of the school he was to go to the boy had refused. Ever since he had returned from the quest to destroy the One Ring he had been different and cockier. He saw himself as a grown and mature Elf. True, he had grown up a lot but still the boy was not an adult yet.
Legolas snarled "You did this to get rid of me didn't you?" Thranduil was shocked "No, of course not Legolas, why would you think such a thing?" Legolas sighed; his father always made excuses to get him out of the palace. "You sent me to Imladris did you not?" He began summing up the times that he had been sent out to do something that a messenger could have done as well.
"You are going." Thranduil hissed enraged by his sons' rebellion.
"No."
Thranduil glared at his son [1] and told Legolas in a deadly whisper: "You. Are. Going."
"No."
This was the last straw for the King of Mirkwood. Without thinking he raised his hand at his son and made it come down with an incredible force. A loud smack was heard through the room.
Legolas eyes went wide. He felt his cheek going red and beginning to sting. He.he had hit him.his father had actually hit him!
"You hit me! You really hit me," he shook his head and came back to his senses. "I hate you!"
Before the King of Mirkwood could say anything else his son turned heel and stalked out of the room, banging the door shut as he did so. Stomping down the hall, the blonde prince headed towards his room. His father had hit him. Not just hit him, but in his face. Like he was a small child.
He walked to his room in a stage between shock and rage. Once there he was enraged even more. All his belongings were neatly packed for his departure, firmly placed on his bed. With one angry movement Legolas swept the bags from his bed and let himself fall on it.
"What am I going to do?" The blond prince asked himself as he placed his hands under his head. After a moment of thought the blonde Elf decided to himself what to do. He would not go at free will. They would have to force him to go. He was not going. He was sure of it.
*************** Rivendel *************** "But Ada!" two similar voices cried out. "We cannot go!" Elrond sighed and turned a hopeless glance to Glorfindel. The blonde Elf nodded. "Do you care to explain the reason why you cannot go?" Elladan frowned, he hadn't thought about that one. "Because." His younger brother began. "We need to go to Lothlorien to deliver a message."
Glorfindel chuckled; he could see the desperate looks on each of the young Elves faces. "I'm sure that your father will let a messenger do that, will you not Lord Elrond?" The Half-Elf nodded. "School is much more important for Elven princes like yourselves." Elladan looked to his younger twin and mouthed: 'What should we do?' Elrohir thought for a while and winked at his older brother. Elladan smirked.
"But Glory." the twins whined and pouted towards the Elder "We want to learn from you!" The blond Elf looked to his students and smiled: "In the summer, when both of you are back again I'll resume my lessons."
Elrond grinned; Glorfindel always knew how to outsmart the two. Elladan scolded at his brother for giving them even more work. But on seeing the look in his brothers eyes his face softened. In his brothers eyes he could see sadness and fear. He gave his twin an encouraging smile.
Elrohir smiled back at his brother. He knew it was not the best of smiles but it was all he could manage right now. The expression his brother had seen in his eyes was true. He was afraid and he was sad. Trying to keep his cheerful calm expression was a difficult task. The young Elf swallowed and looked back to his father.
Elrond had a stern expression on his face. "Start packing, you will be leaving tomorrow." Elladan nodded with clenched teeth.
"Yes Ada."
Slowly he walked out of the room taking his brothers' wrist and gently pulling him with him. They both knew there was no arguing with their father from since they were children. Or arguing with Glorfindel for that matter. So they just did what they were ordered to and left for their room.
Once inside the room Elrohir collapsed on his bed with a ragged sob. "Why?" Elladan gave his little brother a compassionate look and sat next to him. Gently stroking his twins' soft locks Elladan whispered gentle soothing words in his ear. His brother only sobbed more.
Elrohir shook his head and sobbed again. "Why Elladan, why do we have to go? I don't want to go I'm scared and I-" Before he could speak any further Elladan pulled him on his lap and placed a firm kiss on his lips. Elrohir gasped and pulled away. His brothers eyes went wide and he began to apologize: "Oh Elrohir.I.I did not mean for that to happen.I'm sorry, I must have." He blushed.
"'Tis alright."
Elladan blinked, he must have misunderstood. "Pardon?" Elrohir smiled and moved his face up to kiss his brother back "'Tis alright." The pair shared another shy, soft kiss. And after that another, and another and.. Before they could get their senses back the pair had discarded their shirts and tunics to the ground.
"No, no Elrohir, stop it." Elladan breathed as he tried to push his brother of him. Elrohir looked up from the assault he was giving to his twins' neck. "We should be packing my brother." Elladan whispered "Not making love, at least for now." Elrohir grinned and gave his brother another sweet kiss.
"We should not tell father or Glorfindel. They would try to keep us apart."
Elladan nodded at his younger twin and kissed his nose in affection "Lets get packing little one." Elrohir frowned and muttered something about not being little. Elladan decided to ignore it and pulled on his shirt again. He knew it would be hard to leave their home, especially for his little twin brother, and he was not looking forward to the idea of going to a 'Special school for Elven children'. And by the look on his twin's face he didn't either.
Elrohir took in a shuddering breath and too began packing slowly. But his mind was racing wildly. He kissed his brother! He actually kissed his own brother! And it had felt so good. Of course he had imagined it, but the real thing. Elladan kissing him by free will. it was very frustrating. And then there was the matter of that school they would be send to. Father had read a message from Gondor about a special school being set up and the request for students and also, some extra teachers. Glorfindel would have come with them but he had to stay because of some political nonsense. They were both sighed in immediately. And that scared him.
Elladan pushed his belongings into his traveling bag as he thought about the complicated situation they were in. But his mind was working at top speed. Elrohir, his twin brother, the one he had loved ever since they were but children had found it okay that he kissed him. He sighed, if not for the school-problem this would be the best day of his immortal life. Their father was not one who made rapid decisions. He always considered every aspect of a matter and every possible way of outcome. But when he had read the folder of the school the Lord had signed the twins up as soon as possible. It was unlike their father to do such things. And for that reason it scared him. It scared him a great deal.
"Elladan?" a small voice whispered. "You won't leave me, right?"
Elladan smiled. "I will never leave you little one."
"Good. and Elladan?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm not little."
TBC ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~* [1] Ah! It's Thranduil's evil death glare! *Hides behind muze*
That was bad wasn't it? Jiro and Peter: Yes it was. *Ignores muzes* Please review, this is my first fanfic.