..disclaimers: i, unfortunately, dont own LOTR. The god Tolkien does.
This is yaoi. Relationships between boys and other boys.
summary: After being constantly abused by his father, Legolas runs away from home and into the arms of Elrond. (in the sequel, it will contain LegolasxElrond with LegolasxAragorn. O.o, a fight over the perfect blonde @_@) Also, a rather bastardized Haldir. (whom will cause angst. O_~) OH! and incest between Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor are also a couple. ^_^
Note: It takes more than a few chapters for them to develop feelings. Elvish words in 'blah' I would use elvish (for like lovely one, or little one, or i love you) but eh...i dont like to mix languages... O.o Legolas is 21, Elladan is 20 as is Elrohir
Sorry for making Haldir mean and Thranduil and sorry for messing the ages up but my god, you dont expect me to read all the books?! -lol-
BETWEEN US
Legolas gingerly touched his aching ribs; wincing loudly when his long and delicate fingers came into contact with the broken bone. A dark bruise covered his slender sides leading to two smaller bruises on his narrow hips. Legolas closed his eyes, wanting to remember anything but that night. Yet, it always entered his mind as he started to slip into sleep; the strong hands holding his struggling frame down, the blows to his body, the seering pain that accompanied the rape as the blond marcher impaled roughly into his virgin body. Legolas could still see the Lorien Elf.
He sighed, getting up from the cushioned bed. It was after midnight, he had spent much of the day in confinement to his room not daring to leave. He was terrifed that Elrond knew the truth. From the way the Rivendell Lord was staring at him, it seemed possible. Thranduil had told Haldir to take him and Haldir did not even question the Mirkwood King, even though his loyalties resided with Lord Celeborn. The laughter was still ringing in Legolas' ears-from both Thranduil and Haldir.
Legolas, dressed in the clothes Elrond had provided, left the safety of the bedroom. The steps he took were somewhat pain-filled as his lower back throbbed from the intrusion of Haldir. Legolas wondered if the memory would ever cease haunting him. He went into the dining hall, sinking wearily onto a chair with his head in his hands. He wanted to die. However, dieing was unnoble and he was a prince. Though, Legolas could feel his self-control slipping and he questioned when it would snap.
A supple voice startled the prince. "Legolas?" The Mirkwoodian turned, eyes widening at the appearance of Elrond.
"I'm sorry, Lord Elrond that I have-"
The kind lord smiled at him tenderly, raising a hand to place on the Elf's shoulder. "You are not a stranger Legolas and are free to do what you want in my home and please, do not called me Lord Elrond."
Legolas flushed, thankful that there was only darkness in the room. "I thank you for your hospitality..even if you do not know why I am here."
"I do not need to know, Legolas."
The young Elf's head snapped up in the direction of Elrond. "Wha?"
"It is not my business and if you want me to know, you will tell it."
"Thank you," Legolas whispered, eyes betraying the depth of gratitude his words could not convey. "Perhaps in time I can tell you but not yet. For me, the pain is still too new." Legolas fiddled with the edge of the linen placemats, jumping some at a noise that ricocheted throughout Rivendell.
"Afraid of thunder?" Elrond asked, amusedly quirking an eyebrow. Legolas blushed at the lord's jesting. Elrond smiled at the prince, covering his hand with his own. "Do not be ashamed Legolas for, I am too am fearful of thunder." Legolas eye's widened at the admission. "What? You think me uncapable?"
"Well yes, I mean no. What I meant-" Legolas cut himself short, glaring at the twinkle in Elrond's stormy grey orbs before going against his better judgement and laughing alongside of Elrond. "I am sorry Elrond. It is just, you seem to be an unmovable stone."
"I can be when concerning protecting those I care about, such as my family, friends, the Elves of Rivendell, you," he added softly. Legolas couldn't meet Elrond's gaze as he stared at the hem of his tunic. "I mean that Legolas. I am here and I will not let whatever demons are chasing you to hurt you again. I promise." Elrond slowly lifted Legolas' head, his fingers on the prince's chin. "And I do not take promise's lightly."
Legolas was trapped in the steady gaze, finding his self-resolve was starting to unwind from its tight coil. He suddenly wanted to throw himself into Elrond's arms and sob his story to the Elf. He swallowed nervously, seeking a way to break free. His heart was racing erratically and his nerves were like loose ends of circuitry. As if sensing Legolas' inner turmoil, Elrond removed his fingers and yawned. Legolas blinked. "Elrond?"
"It is almost dawn," Elrond changed the topic and pointed to the distant horizon as the rosy rays began its long trek across the sky. "Breakfast will be in two hours, why don't you get more sleep Legolas? It will do you good. I will wake you when it is time." Not leaving room for discussion, Elrond bowed slightly to Legolas and dissappeared from the room.
Legolas frowned and bit his lip. Elrond was being ~too~ nice. In fact, Legolas had never been treated kinder in his entire life and that made him....frightened. Was Elrond only being civil to him so that he could take something in return? Images of Haldir floated through Legolas' mind and he shivered. Would Elrond...force himself like the Lorien Elf? Legolas could only hope to Elebreth that he wouldn't because...he was starting to feel a foreign emotion for Elrond and he didn't want that emotion to end in tragedy.
* * *
Elladan woke to arms wrapped securely around his neck and he couldn't suppress the grin that exploded across his visage. The younger twin was lying snuggled with his head in the crook of Elladan's shoulder blades, his body half on the sturdier frame of his brother, his lips were curled into a delightful smile that had Elladan wanting to sing mushy poems. The brunette smoothed Elrohir's bangs behind his ears, kissing him on his forehead. Elrohir's eyes lazily opened, the sapphire orbs reflecting the joy in Elladan's.
"Good morning," Elrohir mumbled, planting a chaste kiss on Elladan's lips. "Do we have to get up yet?" He nudged his brother's throat with his nose, fingers tracing circles on Elladan's smooth torso.
"I'm afraid so. What would father say if we over slept and came to wake me only to find you in bed with me, half-clothed?"
"Why, we would say that I was scared of the thunder."
"Father knows that you are not scared of thunder, little one."
"Then...we could say that I was cold and I wanted to join you in bed."
"So that meant that we shed many layers?"
Elrohir pouted, a line marring his otherwise perfect albaster skin. Elladan messed the long locks, chuckling. The younger rolled his eyes smacking Elladan's cheek playfully. "You are a prude, brother dear."
"Only because father would not appreciate that his only son's are bedding each other."
Elrohir scowled darkly. "You make it sound so cheap and dirty as if we did not love one another."
"Ah, you know I did not mean it in that way. I." Kiss. "Love." Kiss. "You." Kiss. Elrohir giggled, immediately forgiving Elladan. Elladan scooped the smaller figure into his arms, pulling him closer to his chest. "Little one, I cannot imagine holding another besides you. You carry my heart and soul Elrohir and never forget that."
"You are mine as well, Elladan and I love you so much!" Elrohir launched himself onto the broader frame, attacking Elladan with a flurry of kisses. His tongue slipped into Elladan's mouth, tangling with Elladan's in the age old duel. Elrohir straddled his brother's hips, keeping thier mouth's locked until a knocking interrupted.
"Breakfast is ready Elladan," came the voice of one of their teacher's, Erestor on the other side. "Must I come inside and bring you down or are you capable of making it by yourself?" Elladan frantically threw Elrohir to the side, wincing when Elrohir slid off the bed and landed on his butt all the while glaring daggers at the door. "Are you okay Elladan?"
"Uh yes, I'm fine!" Elladan called, planting a gentle kiss to his brother's brow while searching for appropriate clothing. "Just slipped."
"....Do you know where your brother is Elladan?"Elrohir, if he could have but his mouth was blocked by Elladan's hand, squeaked. What in the name of Elebreth were they going to do should Erestor really come inside? Fortunately, Erestor receded. "He is probably off galavanting, he did not return home last night for his bed has not been slept in." Elladan mutterted a curse. "If you should see him this morning, let him know that I wish to speak with him regarding certain matters."
"Alright! Will do!" Elladan waited for the raven haired Elf's footsteps to vanish before removing his hand from Elrohir's mouth. "What matters, dear one?"
"I do not know." Elrohir shrugged, leaping onto Elladan's back, legs wrapping around his waist. "Is it of importance?"
"No, I suppose not. We must be more careful Elrohir," Elladan spoke in concerned tones as he set Elrohir onto the bed while he continued to dress. "Should Erestor been in one of his bad moods, he could have easily opened that door and found us together in bed."
"What do you suggest?"
"That we wake before dawn while everyone else is slumbering and you return to your bed."
".....I guess your right..." Elohir agreed somberely, eyes downcast.
"No, I am right. Love, I want us to be able to shout our relationship to the whole of Rivendell but this sort of thing is looked down upon by most. Father would not understand."
"Why must it be wrong when it feels so right?" Elrohir asked, eyes shining with unshed tears. Elladan sighed, holding his twin closer.
"Because, we are of the same blood."
"But what of Orophin and Rumil in Lorien? Haldir, Silinde, and Saelbeth know of their love and do not shun them."
"That is because they are of different society and are not concerned with such trivial matters. Why dwell on this, lovely?" Elladan asked, kissing the tip of Elrohir's nose eliciting a giggle. "We will be free once we come of age and shall move to Lothlorien to be joined together for eternity. How does that sound?"
"Great!" Elrohir smiled, interlacing his hands with Elladan's. "You complete me."
"As you do me, my other half." Elladan seperated their grasps as they came to the door. Elladan cautiously opened it, peeping for signs of the other Elves. None were in sight so he quietly pulled Elrohir from behind him. "We'll go to breakfast together and I'll say I found you."
"Okay."
A yawn caused both of the Elves to become tense.
* * *
Who could this be? O.o
Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @_@
Dusk forced itself onto Rivendell, shrouding the fair city in deep rust tones. Lights twinkled in the many homes, the Elves radiating with glowing brightness. A few were still outside, breathing in the night air. Some of the younger were lazily returning to their families while others remained under the friendly trees; like the Prince of Mirkwood.
This is yaoi. Relationships between boys and other boys.
summary: After being constantly abused by his father, Legolas runs away from home and into the arms of Elrond. (in the sequel, it will contain LegolasxElrond with LegolasxAragorn. O.o, a fight over the perfect blonde @_@) Also, a rather bastardized Haldir. (whom will cause angst. O_~) OH! and incest between Elladan/Elrohir, Glorfindel/Erestor are also a couple. ^_^
Note: It takes more than a few chapters for them to develop feelings. Elvish words in 'blah' I would use elvish (for like lovely one, or little one, or i love you) but eh...i dont like to mix languages... O.o Legolas is 21, Elladan is 20 as is Elrohir
Sorry for making Haldir mean and Thranduil and sorry for messing the ages up but my god, you dont expect me to read all the books?! -lol-
BETWEEN US
Legolas gingerly touched his aching ribs; wincing loudly when his long and delicate fingers came into contact with the broken bone. A dark bruise covered his slender sides leading to two smaller bruises on his narrow hips. Legolas closed his eyes, wanting to remember anything but that night. Yet, it always entered his mind as he started to slip into sleep; the strong hands holding his struggling frame down, the blows to his body, the seering pain that accompanied the rape as the blond marcher impaled roughly into his virgin body. Legolas could still see the Lorien Elf.
He sighed, getting up from the cushioned bed. It was after midnight, he had spent much of the day in confinement to his room not daring to leave. He was terrifed that Elrond knew the truth. From the way the Rivendell Lord was staring at him, it seemed possible. Thranduil had told Haldir to take him and Haldir did not even question the Mirkwood King, even though his loyalties resided with Lord Celeborn. The laughter was still ringing in Legolas' ears-from both Thranduil and Haldir.
Legolas, dressed in the clothes Elrond had provided, left the safety of the bedroom. The steps he took were somewhat pain-filled as his lower back throbbed from the intrusion of Haldir. Legolas wondered if the memory would ever cease haunting him. He went into the dining hall, sinking wearily onto a chair with his head in his hands. He wanted to die. However, dieing was unnoble and he was a prince. Though, Legolas could feel his self-control slipping and he questioned when it would snap.
A supple voice startled the prince. "Legolas?" The Mirkwoodian turned, eyes widening at the appearance of Elrond.
"I'm sorry, Lord Elrond that I have-"
The kind lord smiled at him tenderly, raising a hand to place on the Elf's shoulder. "You are not a stranger Legolas and are free to do what you want in my home and please, do not called me Lord Elrond."
Legolas flushed, thankful that there was only darkness in the room. "I thank you for your hospitality..even if you do not know why I am here."
"I do not need to know, Legolas."
The young Elf's head snapped up in the direction of Elrond. "Wha?"
"It is not my business and if you want me to know, you will tell it."
"Thank you," Legolas whispered, eyes betraying the depth of gratitude his words could not convey. "Perhaps in time I can tell you but not yet. For me, the pain is still too new." Legolas fiddled with the edge of the linen placemats, jumping some at a noise that ricocheted throughout Rivendell.
"Afraid of thunder?" Elrond asked, amusedly quirking an eyebrow. Legolas blushed at the lord's jesting. Elrond smiled at the prince, covering his hand with his own. "Do not be ashamed Legolas for, I am too am fearful of thunder." Legolas eye's widened at the admission. "What? You think me uncapable?"
"Well yes, I mean no. What I meant-" Legolas cut himself short, glaring at the twinkle in Elrond's stormy grey orbs before going against his better judgement and laughing alongside of Elrond. "I am sorry Elrond. It is just, you seem to be an unmovable stone."
"I can be when concerning protecting those I care about, such as my family, friends, the Elves of Rivendell, you," he added softly. Legolas couldn't meet Elrond's gaze as he stared at the hem of his tunic. "I mean that Legolas. I am here and I will not let whatever demons are chasing you to hurt you again. I promise." Elrond slowly lifted Legolas' head, his fingers on the prince's chin. "And I do not take promise's lightly."
Legolas was trapped in the steady gaze, finding his self-resolve was starting to unwind from its tight coil. He suddenly wanted to throw himself into Elrond's arms and sob his story to the Elf. He swallowed nervously, seeking a way to break free. His heart was racing erratically and his nerves were like loose ends of circuitry. As if sensing Legolas' inner turmoil, Elrond removed his fingers and yawned. Legolas blinked. "Elrond?"
"It is almost dawn," Elrond changed the topic and pointed to the distant horizon as the rosy rays began its long trek across the sky. "Breakfast will be in two hours, why don't you get more sleep Legolas? It will do you good. I will wake you when it is time." Not leaving room for discussion, Elrond bowed slightly to Legolas and dissappeared from the room.
Legolas frowned and bit his lip. Elrond was being ~too~ nice. In fact, Legolas had never been treated kinder in his entire life and that made him....frightened. Was Elrond only being civil to him so that he could take something in return? Images of Haldir floated through Legolas' mind and he shivered. Would Elrond...force himself like the Lorien Elf? Legolas could only hope to Elebreth that he wouldn't because...he was starting to feel a foreign emotion for Elrond and he didn't want that emotion to end in tragedy.
* * *
Elladan woke to arms wrapped securely around his neck and he couldn't suppress the grin that exploded across his visage. The younger twin was lying snuggled with his head in the crook of Elladan's shoulder blades, his body half on the sturdier frame of his brother, his lips were curled into a delightful smile that had Elladan wanting to sing mushy poems. The brunette smoothed Elrohir's bangs behind his ears, kissing him on his forehead. Elrohir's eyes lazily opened, the sapphire orbs reflecting the joy in Elladan's.
"Good morning," Elrohir mumbled, planting a chaste kiss on Elladan's lips. "Do we have to get up yet?" He nudged his brother's throat with his nose, fingers tracing circles on Elladan's smooth torso.
"I'm afraid so. What would father say if we over slept and came to wake me only to find you in bed with me, half-clothed?"
"Why, we would say that I was scared of the thunder."
"Father knows that you are not scared of thunder, little one."
"Then...we could say that I was cold and I wanted to join you in bed."
"So that meant that we shed many layers?"
Elrohir pouted, a line marring his otherwise perfect albaster skin. Elladan messed the long locks, chuckling. The younger rolled his eyes smacking Elladan's cheek playfully. "You are a prude, brother dear."
"Only because father would not appreciate that his only son's are bedding each other."
Elrohir scowled darkly. "You make it sound so cheap and dirty as if we did not love one another."
"Ah, you know I did not mean it in that way. I." Kiss. "Love." Kiss. "You." Kiss. Elrohir giggled, immediately forgiving Elladan. Elladan scooped the smaller figure into his arms, pulling him closer to his chest. "Little one, I cannot imagine holding another besides you. You carry my heart and soul Elrohir and never forget that."
"You are mine as well, Elladan and I love you so much!" Elrohir launched himself onto the broader frame, attacking Elladan with a flurry of kisses. His tongue slipped into Elladan's mouth, tangling with Elladan's in the age old duel. Elrohir straddled his brother's hips, keeping thier mouth's locked until a knocking interrupted.
"Breakfast is ready Elladan," came the voice of one of their teacher's, Erestor on the other side. "Must I come inside and bring you down or are you capable of making it by yourself?" Elladan frantically threw Elrohir to the side, wincing when Elrohir slid off the bed and landed on his butt all the while glaring daggers at the door. "Are you okay Elladan?"
"Uh yes, I'm fine!" Elladan called, planting a gentle kiss to his brother's brow while searching for appropriate clothing. "Just slipped."
"....Do you know where your brother is Elladan?"Elrohir, if he could have but his mouth was blocked by Elladan's hand, squeaked. What in the name of Elebreth were they going to do should Erestor really come inside? Fortunately, Erestor receded. "He is probably off galavanting, he did not return home last night for his bed has not been slept in." Elladan mutterted a curse. "If you should see him this morning, let him know that I wish to speak with him regarding certain matters."
"Alright! Will do!" Elladan waited for the raven haired Elf's footsteps to vanish before removing his hand from Elrohir's mouth. "What matters, dear one?"
"I do not know." Elrohir shrugged, leaping onto Elladan's back, legs wrapping around his waist. "Is it of importance?"
"No, I suppose not. We must be more careful Elrohir," Elladan spoke in concerned tones as he set Elrohir onto the bed while he continued to dress. "Should Erestor been in one of his bad moods, he could have easily opened that door and found us together in bed."
"What do you suggest?"
"That we wake before dawn while everyone else is slumbering and you return to your bed."
".....I guess your right..." Elohir agreed somberely, eyes downcast.
"No, I am right. Love, I want us to be able to shout our relationship to the whole of Rivendell but this sort of thing is looked down upon by most. Father would not understand."
"Why must it be wrong when it feels so right?" Elrohir asked, eyes shining with unshed tears. Elladan sighed, holding his twin closer.
"Because, we are of the same blood."
"But what of Orophin and Rumil in Lorien? Haldir, Silinde, and Saelbeth know of their love and do not shun them."
"That is because they are of different society and are not concerned with such trivial matters. Why dwell on this, lovely?" Elladan asked, kissing the tip of Elrohir's nose eliciting a giggle. "We will be free once we come of age and shall move to Lothlorien to be joined together for eternity. How does that sound?"
"Great!" Elrohir smiled, interlacing his hands with Elladan's. "You complete me."
"As you do me, my other half." Elladan seperated their grasps as they came to the door. Elladan cautiously opened it, peeping for signs of the other Elves. None were in sight so he quietly pulled Elrohir from behind him. "We'll go to breakfast together and I'll say I found you."
"Okay."
A yawn caused both of the Elves to become tense.
* * *
Who could this be? O.o
Thanks for reviewing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! @_@
Dusk forced itself onto Rivendell, shrouding the fair city in deep rust tones. Lights twinkled in the many homes, the Elves radiating with glowing brightness. A few were still outside, breathing in the night air. Some of the younger were lazily returning to their families while others remained under the friendly trees; like the Prince of Mirkwood.
