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Disclaimer: Tolkien's work, not mine! *glares in jealousy* Though I wouldn't mind owning Legolas and Aragorn!
Summary: Aragorn meets Legolas for the first time and right away they are thrown, headfirst, into a land of chaos. Abductions, murders, gambling with life, how can these two friends return home safely with a bounty on their heads? *Elf Torture*
Note: Questions or comments go in the review box. Enjoy!
Spoilers: First in my series! *grins* Spoilers for It All Started With Archery, my other fic.
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Well Met Indeed
By Elfling
The order in which you should read thy fics:
-It All Started With Archery
-Well Met Indeed
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Chapter One - What of very Old Friends?
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"ELLADEN!"
Elrond's head jerked up. The Lord's dark hair, which was neatly tied back, spilled over his shoulders. Elrond sighed wearily and rubbed his temple where an irritating migraine had planted itself. He shook his head and carefully placed the rolls of parchment he was looking over for Gandalf in his desk drawer. The Lord of Imladris smiled grimly to himself before opening his study's thick wooden doors.
He followed the sounds of hysterical giggles down the sunlit hallway and out into the gardens where Elrohir had pinned Aragorn down on the lush green grass. Elladen, who had a merciless smile on his fair face, sat on top of Aragorn's chest, which was heaving from the peels of laughter. The Elf's long fingers flew over his brother's ribs in a fury. The Dunadan's face was red from laughter and his eyes were tightly shut. Elrond raised a dark eyebrow. He had never known Estel was _that_ ticklish. He cleared his throat but his warning went unheeded.
"Elladen, Elrohir, if you do not stop that now, I fear Estel's lungs will burst." Upon hearing their father's voice, all three sons froze. Elladen, who was seated on top of Aragorn, leapt up gracefully and inched away, a sheepish yet innocent look plastered onto his face.
Elrohir was not as lucky. Aragorn finally got a grip on himself and seized Elrohir's wrist. When his Elf-Brother protested, Aragorn smiled wickedly. His grip tightened on the slim wrist until Elrohir gave up all together and threw himself on the ground besides Aragorn. The Elf offered his father a guilty smile.
"It was all-" Aragorn began to say. "Aragorn's fault," the twins finished. Aragorn sat up, brows furrowed and mouth open.
"My fault? _My_ fault?!" The Man turned his pleading gaze towards Elrond and pouted. "Atar, it's not fair! They always team up on me!" Elrond chuckled softly at this and replied, "With you three, I never know who started it." The three exchanged wild, daring looks with each other before bursting into laughter.
"Used to be that way," Elladen said suddenly when the laughter had subsided, "when Legolas was here." He lay back in the grass and closed his rich, brown eyes. Aragorn frowned. "When will I get to meet Legolas?" He had heard many things about the Prince of Mirkwood from his brothers, father, and even the Elves of Rivendell and he knew he wanted to meet him.
"I do not know, Estel," Elrond replied, sighing. "It has been years since we have seen him." He smiled down fondly at the Man and laughed. "Though I understand why you are so eager to meet him."
"We haven't seen him since Aragorn's dreaded accident [A/N: Refer to: It All Started With Archery]," Elrohir piped up from the other side of Aragorn. He exchanged wicked smiles with his twin. Elrond broke into soft laughter at this fond memory. Aragorn's thoughtful look melted into a scowl, though amusement was still running deeply through his grey eyes.
"Lord Elrond?" It was Lorelen. The Elf's hair was dark, like most Noldor Elves, but her eyes were a deep gold, that was perhaps how she had earned her name. Elrond smiled. "Yes, Lorelen?" The servant bowed gracefully and arched her eyebrow at the three bodies laying on the ground.
"Do not ask," Elrond laughed exasperated. Lorelen laughed lightly. "My Lord," she said again, "a messenger from Mirkwood wishes to speak with you."
"Mirkwood?" Aragorn asked, sitting up. Lorelen turned to him, her gold eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, Estel. Mirkwood, Realm of Lord Thranduil." Elrohir and Elladen had both leapt to their feet.
"Where is the messenger?" Elladen questioned, pulling Aragorn to his feet. "He is at the Gates, but-" Lorelen started to say. The three were already gone. The She-Elf threw a sympathetic look towards her Lord and laughed. "And to think you go through this everyday." Elrond's dark eyes shimmered warmly.
"Yes," he answered good-naturedly. "But I must hurry to greet our guest before those three scare him back to his kingdom." The two Elves shared another laugh before departing.
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"Hurry up, Estel!" Elladen shouted behind his shoulder. He was racing towards the Gates, excitement coursing through his veins. Elrohir was right beside him but his human brother was lagging. He smiled to himself before putting on another burst of speed when suddenly he ran into someone.
"Oof!" Elladen gasped as he fell backwards. Elrohir sat down next to his sore brother, besides himself with laughter. Elladen's body ached and he groaned. Aragorn was on the other side of him in a second. "Elladen, are you alright?" his lips were pressed together as he tried to confide his laughter.
Elladen grunted and snapped, "Oh go ahead! Laugh all you want!" And as if he were a king giving a command, Elrohir and Aragorn burst into another fit of laughter. Then Elladen blinked. He realized the figure he had bumped into was sitting in front of him, rubbing his shoulder.
"Ai! Elbereth!" Elladen gasped. "Forgive me! I did not watch where I was going!" The hooded figure was clad in green and brown, the colors of Mirkwood. Elrohir paled visibly when he noticed this. Aragorn shifted and suddenly all was silent.
Without warning, the Mirkwood messenger chuckled softly. His laugh was clear and musical, something that sounded vaguely familiar to the twins.
"I'm glad to see you haven't changed, Elladen!" The messenger noted lightly. Elrohir squinted. Who was this? The stranger stood up and dusted himself off. "Forgive me," Aragorn broke in, "but we did not get your name." "As I did not get yours, Dunadan," came the reply. Suddenly Elladen's fair features lightened.
"Legolas!" He cried jumping up. He pulled the figure's hood off to reveal a fair Elf with golden hair and bright blue eyes. Aragorn froze. This was the Prince of Mirkwood? He had expected an Elf who would arrive in a richly decorated carriage and wore more than just traveling clothes.
"How are you, nin mellon?" Legolas asked Elladen, smiling brightly. The two embraced tightly. "Legolas!" Elrohir cried out happily, puling the Sindar Elf into a affectionate hug. Legolas returned the hug just as tightly before turning to Aragorn.
"Do not tell me this is baby Aragorn," Legolas inquired, his fair voice filled with mirth. He smiled cheerfully at Aragorn. Aragorn returned the smile and bowed. "At your service, Legolas, Son of Thranduil."
"None of that now!" Legolas laughed, pulling Aragorn up with a strength Aragorn never knew he would have. But Elves were often underestimated by their charming looks and Aragorn did not show his surprise.
"Legolas Thranduillion," a soft voice acknowledged, "you are the messenger from Mirkwood?" Legolas looked up and smiled. He bowed in one fluid motion and replied, "Lord Elrond! It has been too long!"
"Indeed." Elrond smiled. "What news from your father? He fares well I presume?" He gazed at his sons who were nearly jumping in excitement. "Before you answer Legolas, Elladen, Elrohir, go bathe! You two look like a couple of Orcs!" The twins studied themselves. Their father was right, as always. Mud splattered their clothing as well as their faces. Elladen had a rather large smudge on his forehead and Elrohir's feet were muddy and bare. Legolas snickered at the Elf's bare feet, making a comment that sounded something like, "He looks like a overgrown hobbit."
"But what about Estel?" Aragorn's smug grin melted and he feigned a scowl at his brothers. "Estel has never met Legolas and he is not as dirty as the two of you!" Elrond answered easily. "Now go!"
The twins sulked away, grumbling. Legolas laughed and said to Elrond, "If I had known they were still that carefree, I would have brought another baby." The two Elves shared an amused look and Aragorn knew instantly that they were thinking about the diaper incident. . .again. "As you were asking how my father is, I'm pleased to say that he fares well," Legolas finally said, changing the subject. Legolas looked thoughtful and jested, "And you my lord? How does Lord Elrond of Imladris feel?"
Elrond waved that aside and answered generously, "I am well, Legolas and I am sure I can say the same for you." Legolas gave an impish smirk and ducked his head as a quick nod. His look of mischief changed to a look of distress as fast as Elladen's temper grew.
"What's wrong Legolas?" Aragorn peered at the Elf, concerned. Legolas gave him a tight smile and answered, "Aì! I have almost forgotten that I was sent here to deliver a message. And the tidings I bring are not urgent but unpleasant." Elrond frowned.
"Come Legolas," Elrond said curtly. "Into my study. We can discuss-"
"Father," Aragorn interrupted. "I believe Legolas is weary from his journey and besides, he said the news wasn't urgent. I will show him the way to his room."
"And then perhaps the archery field," Legolas murmured quietly besides him. Aragorn shot him a warning look, though his lips were threatening to twist up into a smile, and was rewarded with a coy smile that was too familiar to Elrond. The Elf-Lord groaned and he waved the two friends off. Better to be alone when his head-ache came back, he decided. He turned and fled the scene quickly.
"Aragorn, it almost seemed as if your father was running." Legolas's eyes shined with mirth. "You scared your father away!" Legolas snickered, trying to remain stern. Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "You thought _I_ was the one who scared my father away?" He shook his head. "You are mistaken. It was you whom my father ran from!" Legolas mouth dropped open and his blue eyes were wide with shock. Aragorn burst into laughter and fled for his life. Legolas gave a cry and ran after the fleeing human.
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"How did you do that?" Aragorn questioned, awed. He watched as the Mirkwood warrior notched another arrow to his bow and aimed carefully. The bow of Mirkwood sang and Legolas's arrow hit the center of the tree.
"I do not know what you mean, Aragorn," Legolas replied in a festive voice , tilting his head. "Ah yes, you have grown up with the Elves of Rivendell, masters of craft. Though I think Mirkwood has better archers." Legolas's blue eyes glittered with glee. Aragorn laughed and scolded, "You know better than to jest, O Great Prince of Mirkwood." Legolas raised an elegant eyebrow, impressed. "I am not going to outdone by a mere mortal." Legolas grinned. "Forgive me Great Aragorn, Heir to throne of Gondor." The two were taken control by laughter again.
Aragorn drew in a deep breath and glanced at the blue sky. "You remind me of an encounter I had when I ventured into Gondor as the Ranger, Strider." Legolas raised his dark eyebrows again. "Strider?" he queried. "And just where have you gotten such a ridiculous name?"
Aragorn smiled. "I chose to walk to the palace of Gondor instead of riding a horse. Of course I was warned about the hazards that I would meet, but -" he shrugged "- I was stubborn. Thus, Strider."
Legolas laughed merrily at this and Aragorn half suspected him to fall to the ground laughing. Legolas's pale face had flushed slightly in the afternoon heat and laughter, but Aragorn was sweaty and steamed. He wiped the sweat off his brow and glanced at the prince who was still laughing softly to himself.
Aragorn wrinkled his nose and said suddenly, "The air smells of lavender." He tipped his head back and took a deep breath and sighed. Besides him, Legolas also sniffed at the air. "Such a soothing smell," he commented softly. Aragorn glanced at him, surprised, and found the Elf had closed his eyes. "My mother used to smell of lavenders," Legolas continued. Sunlight glinted off his brilliant gold hair and flashed like the sun in the morning.
"You speak of her as one would of the past," Aragorn said. "What happened to her?" The man mentally slapped himself for being so rude and opened his mouth to apologize, but Legolas answered, "She was one of the first to have sailed to the Grey Havens." The Elf's eyes were still closed and Aragorn murmured an apology.
"Do not apologize, my friend," Legolas replied smoothly. Then he jested, "After all, the only fault of yours is your archery."
Snorting to himself, Aragorn turned and faced west once again, pleased that the Elf of Mirkwood considered him a friend. Suddenly, a movement in the boughs of the beech tree caught his eye. He smiled sinisterly and elbowed Legolas, whose eyes snapped open quickly. Legolas scanned the area, alert, but found nothing. When the Elf turned to Aragorn, puzzled, the human motioned him to stay silent.
The blue eyes of the prince remained confused but he nodded. Legolas stood silent for awhile and turned to Aragorn, his eyes seemed to say: / What is it? / Aragorn grinned and jerked his head towards the beech tree which had gone silent. Elrohir and Elladen, he mouthed silently. Legolas gave a wicked smile, almost too dangerous for an Elf.
The two crept silently over to the swaying tree. Legolas gave Aragorn a glance that said: / I'm going up / Aragorn nodded and watched, impressed, as Legolas leapt noiselessly into the tree besides the beech. The prince disappeared in no more than a rustle in the leaves. Aragorn waited and suddenly, there came a loud squawk and Elrohir fell out of the tree, followed closely by Elladen. The two sat there in the grass smelling of lavenders and eyes wide with surprise. Legolas jumped out of the tree and landed crouched down, like a cat. He sat back, triumph written on his fair face, and laughed with Aragorn who had collapsed on the ground, clutching his sides.
Elladen scowled. "Curse you and your sneakiness among the trees Legolas!" This only caused the Mirkwood Elf to laugh harder. Elrohir was sitting on the grass looking embarrassed with himself.
"Estel," he snapped crossly. "Enough of your childish games." Aragorn blinked. "Childish games? Me? I was not the ones hiding in a tree-" Aragorn paused. Elrohir was smiling again. Not just a smile but one that was innocent, yet devilish at the same time. Aragorn scramble to his feet, but Elrohir lunged and the two went rolling across the grass. Elladen and Legolas exchanged unbelievable glances and broke into hysterical laughter.
As Elrohir and Aragorn broke apart they fell to the ground, out of breath. Elrohir propped himself on one elbow and said to his twin, "It seems that our guest is having too much fun, Elladen." Legolas's eyes widened and he glanced helplessly at Aragorn as Elladen replied slyly, "I agree dear brother. Can't let our prince get too carried away now."
Legolas stood up quickly and brushed himself off. "Oh dear!" he cried out in mock horror. He placed a hand on his forehead and glanced upward, "I am about to be chased by three brothers covered in grass stains and two whom smell of fresh lavenders, from their bath I believe." He grinned and ran up into the boughs of a tree and disappeared. The sons of Elrond exchanged glances and Aragorn said to his brothers, "I never thought I would be hunting an Elf of Mirkwood, especially not one of royalty." Elladen smiled. "It's your first time, brother!" He clasped him on the back. "Mirkwood Elves are deathly quiet and very hard to find, let alone hear. This will be fun, I assure you."
Aragorn grinned. "I doubt I needed your assurance, Elladen, but thank you nonetheless."
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Elrond sighed again. It had been awhile since the halls of Rivendell were silent. He blinked and realized that absolutely no voices of his sons or Legolas were heard. He groaned inwardly and placed his head in his long, slender hands. What were they up to now?
"Shall I brew you a cup of athelas to rid of that headache?" Elrond looked up and smiled. "Gandalf, forgive me for not hearing you sooner!" He stood quickly and walked to greet the wizard.
"Not of your fault, Elrond," Gandalf chuckled. His bushy brows furrowed. "But perhaps you should rest; you look weary." Elrond smiled slightly. "I _am_ weary Gandalf, but I cannot rest now. I am too busy. I have not even finished looking over your scrolls-"
"Nonsense!" Gandalf boomed merrily, taking a seat in front of Elrond. The Lord of Imladris continued as if he had not heard the Istar. "And Thranduil has sent his son bearing ill news."
"Where is young Legolas now?" Gandalf questioned. "With your sons I presume?" Elrond snorted. "You presume correctly. I have no idea where they are now." He quieted. The curtains by the open window stirred and a pleasant scent of lavender drifted into Elrond's study.
Gandalf took a deep breath. "Ah, I smelt lavenders on my way to see you. I wonder what in Rivendell has taken to such a pleasant smell. I prefer athelas myself, no doubt." Elrond stared at Gandalf dumbfounded. "Gandalf? Perhaps I should take that rest now. . ."
Gandalf chortled. "It will do you good Elrond, son of Eärendil and Elwing." Elrond gave the wizard a wry smile as he stood up from his desk, collecting his papers. Gandalf rose also, smiling to himself as if what he had said contained hidden riddle. Elrond chose to ignore this. "None have addressed me as such since-"
"Yes, Elrond," Gandalf interrupted. "I-"
Elrond said suddenly, "It is not polite to interrupt, Gandalf." Gandalf's eyes shone merrily.
"But it seems that you just interrupted me," Gandalf argued good- naturedly. Elrond stood there, blinking. Suddenly, he flung his heads up and sighed, exasperated. The Elf-Lord stormed out of the room leaving Gandalf to smoke his pipe. "Works every time." Gandalf chuckled.
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It was eerily quiet in the forest. Elladen tensed and suddenly smiled. "I think he is near," he murmured to Aragorn and Elrohir. Aragorn smiled and studied the high boughs of the trees again.
"The trees will not tell me anything," Elrohir complained quietly. His dark hair shone in the rays of sunlight that had laced its way to the forest floor. "Legolas has told them not to," Elladen answered. Aragorn peered through a series of leaves and jabbed Elladen in the shoulder.
"That group of leaves seem. . .odd," Aragorn muttered. Elladen squinted and shaded his dark eyes against the sun. He smiled at Aragorn. "You are correct, Estel." He dropped down to the ground and stealthily made his way to the base of the tree. He motioned to Elrohir who pulled himself up using a thick branch. Elrohir climbed up slowly and carefully made his way to the unusual branch.
Suddenly, Legolas jumped out of the leaves and landed on the floor between Aragorn and Elladen. Elrohir gave a wild whoop and leapt down. Aragorn lunged for the Elf but Legolas dodged him easily. He grinned and waved a good-bye. He was gone by the time Elladen had helped Aragorn up.
"We lost him," Aragorn griped, disappointed. He glanced at his brothers and found them smiling happily. "Why are you two smiling?" Aragorn questioned curiously. Elrohir turned to him, his eyes shining with excitement. "We may have a chance of catching him!"
"How?" Aragorn asked, feeling very stupid. Elladen started to run towards the direction Legolas disappeared to. "Come, we'll explain on the way." Aragorn nodded and followed his brothers.
"The last time Legolas was here," Elladen started, "we played this very game. He chose to run the way we are going now before. When he did, he nearly fell into a hidden river. Well, it was not a river, but. . ."
"Anyways," Elrohir continued for his brother, "Legolas was very lucky and didn't fall, but Elladen came bounding out of the bushes-"
"Excuse me?!" Elladen shouted as they ran. "_I_ came running out of the bushes?! You were the one who knocked him off the edge!" Suddenly, bushes loomed ahead of them and the twins were so busy arguing, they ran right through it and a splash of water could be heard. Aragorn paused in front of the bushes and carefully made his way through. Sitting in the pond, sputtering, were Elladen and Elrohir.
Legolas jumped out of a tree and laughed. "My memory served me well," he teased. He neared Aragorn and suddenly pushed him into the pond. He landed with a splash besides his brothers. The Elves crackled with laughter while Aragorn glared menacingly at Legolas, who was sitting with his back to a tree, laughing at his evil deed.
Aragorn, Elladen, and Elrohir climbed out of the pond, dripping wet, and advanced on the lone Elf from Mirkwood. Legolas glanced from all three of them and let out a cry before jumping up. Elladen was there in a flash, holding the prince's wrist tightly. Elrohir took his other hand and the two dragged him to the pond. Aragorn followed behind, sniggering to himself. He shoved Legolas into the pond and watched gleefully as the Prince of Mirkwood entered the cool water.
The three awaited for him to resurface but he never did. Exchanging worried looks with Elrohir, Elladen dove into the blue waters. He resurfaced and looked around. "He didn't come up?" he questioned. Aragorn shook his head and dove in with Elrohir. Suddenly as they resurfaced, something tackled Aragorn from behind and the two dropped deeper into the water. Aragorn kicked his way up and saw a grinning Legolas.
"Legolas!" he gasped. "Where were you?" Legolas smiled. "Me? I was waiting underwater." Aragorn blinked. "You stayed under that long?" Legolas nodded and jerked his head towards Elladen and Elrohir. "Let us see how long these two can stay under water." Aragorn smirked and pulled a horrified Elrohir down with him into the water.
Elladen watched, laughing, as Elrohir resurfaced, choking and sputtering. Elrohir threw him a dark scowl, though his eyes shone with merriment. Elladen let out a cry as Legolas suddenly brought his head down and dunked him into the cool, clear water. He thrashed about, trying to loosen the prince's hold on him, but was unsuccessful. He stilled momentarily and gave Legolas the chance to tightened his grip on his shoulders. Bubbles erupted from his nose and mouth as he absentmindedly opened his mouth to breathe. Legolas's hold on the dark haired elf disappeared and Elladen kicked his way to the surface.
As his head burst out of the water, he coughed and sputtered in the very way Elrohir did, thankful that Legolas hadn't held him down there any longer. He drew in a deep breath and glared at Legolas, his lips turning up in a menacing smirk. He raised his eyebrows at Legolas, who got the message and ducked behind Aragorn.
"Ack!" Aragorn yelped, as Legolas pushed him towards Elladen, like a sacrifice, and hoisted himself out of the small, but deep pond. Aragorn was pushed away by Elladen who continued to make his way after Legolas, slowly. Elrohir stood besides Aragorn and surveyed the scene.
"I sure feel sorry for Legolas right now," Aragorn commented as he watched Legolas flash a apologetic grin at Elladen and climbed quickly into a tree, only to be pursued. Elrohir shifted and laughed. "As do I Estel, but don't you think he had it coming? After all, he caught Elladen by complete surprise." Aragorn nodded and turned to Elrohir.
"Do you think we should help Legolas out?" he queried. Elrohir glanced at him. "No, Legolas deserves it. He knew Elladen would seek retribution." Aragorn grinned. Of course Legolas knew. That was perhaps why he had done it in the first place, the thrill of the chase.
"Elladen!" Legolas's cry of surprise was more than evident in the silence. Elladen's voice, more lower and mischievous, teased, "What's this? I seem to have caught the culprit all on my own." He glared at Aragorn and Elrohir from where he had Legolas trapped. "_Without_ the tiniest of aid from my _helpful_ brothers!" Legolas took this opportunity and ducked under Elladen's arm and disappeared into the tree besides him.
Elladen let out a groan of frustration and lumbered back to the edge of the pond. Throwing his hands up, he exclaimed, "I give up, it is too hard trying to catch a Wood-Elf in the-" He sat down in a very unelfish way "-woods," he finished lamely. Aragorn snickered, but shut up quickly from Elladen's dark scowl. Elrohir was harder to quiet, for the twin had fell back into the water, laughing.
Legolas suddenly appeared in a tree on the other side of the pond. He was seated on a branch, swinging his bare feet. His boots lay discarded by Elladen where he had pulled them off earlier. Water dripped from his hair and clothes, but the Elf was smiling and waving to Elladen who was trying to shut Elrohir up.
Aragorn saw this and began laughing again. Legolas gave an impish smile, much like the one he had given Elrond, and began to sing a catchy tune.
There once was Elf of young
Which everything he did was wrong
His hair strewn and wet
Caught in his own hunting net
When he had gone to hunt
A fellow kin and friend
And on and on this hunt went
It would never come to an end.
Legolas grimaced at his own song and declared, "That was my worst song yet. Though what it was about did not help." He smiled at Elladen who was glaring at him again, amused. Aragorn snorted and ducked, trying to hide his laughter from Elladen's gaze. Elrohir was snickering and he continued the song where Legolas had stopped:
Though cold and wet was he
This hunt did not end
His prey would always flee
Hiding just around the bend
Beside him ran his brothers
Who'd help him all the way
This elf would have no others
Though many things they'd say
As Elrohir ended, Legolas applauded, laughing. The Elf nearly fell off his perch but caught himself in time. Aragorn glanced at Elladen who was smiling and he felt a boost of confidence, so he sang from where Elrohir had ended:
Time passed by and by
And from every plain to glen
There was no other elf
More foolish than our Elladen
His voice rang true in the silence. Aragorn grinned and glanced at Elrohir. His brother had gone deathly pale and glanced from Aragorn to his twin. Legolas, behind them, stirred and leapt down from his perch. He made his way across the pond and stood to the side, watching Elladen, worried.
Aragorn finally turned and faced Elladen, who had tensed. His eyes were dark and face, neutral. The Dunadan winced inwardly and regretted what he had sung. His brother turned, suddenly, and walked away. Elrohir glanced at Aragorn and gave him a meek smile. He climbed out of the pond and ran after his twin. Aragorn stood, planted to the ground.
Seeing Legolas, he tried to explain, "I didn't mean to. . ." Legolas gave him a smile and helped him out of the pond. "Fear not, Strider," Legolas assured, "Elladen is quick to anger." Aragorn gave him a bleak smile and trudged through the bushes. Legolas studied Aragorn thoughtfully and started after the ranger.
Legolas wandered after the sulking man. "Aragorn?" he called softly, not wanting to bother the man. Aragorn turned, giving him a depressed stare. "Yes?" he sighed. Legolas winced inwardly at his friend's unhappiness. "You're very sensitive," Legolas jested. Aragorn made an effort to smile, thankful that Legolas was trying to cheer him up. Legolas could clearly see that it wasn't the time to jest, so before Aragorn turned around, he quickly stated, "I will be leaving for Mirkwood soon." Aragorn's face creased even more. "And," Legolas continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me, hearing that you have never been to my father's halls." He raised a dark eyebrow and tilted his head. Aragorn blinked at him, surprised. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he exclaimed, "I would be glad to accompany you!" The ranger's face brightened at once and he grinned at Legolas.
The Elf, grateful the man had cheered up, said carefully, "Though I am not sure if Lord Elrond will allow it." Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "He will agree." He gave a sly smile. Suddenly the ranger threw his head back and laughed deeply. Legolas peered at his friend carefully.
"It seems that you are already sick, _human_," Legolas observed. "Your head seems to be suffering some damage." Aragorn snickered and replied, "There's nothing wrong with me. It's you I laugh at." Legolas tipped his head to the side. "Me?" Aragorn nodded. "You're soaking wet!" Legolas mocked a look of offense and sniffed. "If I'm wet, you should look at yourself." Aragorn snorted. Legolas gave the man a look and suddenly said, "You know, I suppose I would get dry more quickly if I run to the halls of your father." The Elf gave a smile and dashed away from Aragorn in the direction of Elrond's house. Aragorn whooped and charged after the Elf.
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"Elladen, please!" Elrohir pleaded. "Estel did not mean it! You know how he is, speaking before thinking! He regrets what he did!" Elladen whirled around and faced his brother. "Speak quietly, brother," he warned in a low voice. "The halls of Imladris is not to be disturbed with impudent begging." Elladen immediately felt a pang of guilt at Elrohir's look of hurt, but pushed the thought aside.
"Forgive me, Elladen," Elrohir whispered, staring at the floor. Elladen sighed. He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ah, Elrohir, it is not your fault. Forgive _me_ for lashing out at you like that," Elladen apologized earnestly. Elrohir looked up, surprised. His gaze flickered from Elladen's weary face to behind him. Elladen turned and saw Gandalf closing the door to his father's bedroom.
"Mithrandir!" Elrohir greeted. He stepped forward and bowed deeply. Elladen followed his brother's example. "It is a surprise to see you here in Imladris once again!" Elladen proclaimed warmly as Gandalf nodded his greeting. Gandalf chuckled. "Yes, yes. Quite a surprise is it not?" Elrohir nodded, agreeing. "Where is your brother?" Gandalf asked curiously.
"He is with Legolas," came Elladen's short reply. Elrohir glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye and turned to the wizard, who was studying Elladen with a piercing gaze. "He is still roaming our forests with Legolas," Elrohir assured.
"Oh?" Gandalf nodded, smiling. He glanced at the archery field. "And here they come now." Elrohir snapped his head to the side and saw Aragorn and Legolas headed towards the gates of Rivendell.
Leave it to Legolas to cheer Estel up, Elrohir thought. He felt Elladen stiffen besides him. "If you'll excuse me," Elladen said curtly, "I have duties to attend to." He gave Gandalf a quick nod and said to Elrohir in elvish so his brother would feel more assured, "I am not angry." Gandalf raised a bushy eyebrow but made no comment. Elladen bid a final good-bye and departed.
"Something ails your brother?" Gandalf presumed. Elrohir sighed. "Aye, apparently so." Elrohir leaned against the railing of the balcony. "Where is my father?" He inquired, eyeing the bedroom door. Gandalf chuckled. "Your father is resting after a headache." Elrohir stood straighter. "Nothing serious I hope." When the wizard shook his head. Elrohir smiled, relieved.
"Ah, I thank you Mithrandir," Elrohir preached gratefully. Gandalf winked. "Well," the wizard said finally, "I will be going to the kitchens now. Please tell Aragorn and Legolas that I wish to speak with them." Elrohir was puzzled, but nodded.
The Istar gave his thanks and made his way to the kitchens, whistling softly to himself. Elrohir gazed after the wizard for a moment. He sighed inwardly and began towards the Gates.
Before he even got close to the Gates, Elrohir's sharp ears caught Legolas's voice in the guest room, where Legolas always stayed on visits. He knocked lightly on the door before opening it. He peered inside and found Legolas and Aragorn talking. Aragorn was sitting cross-legged on the bed whilst Legolas was seated on a big, comfortable chair. The fireplace was lit and Elrohir was relieved to find that they had changed into dry clothes. Legolas looked up as Elrohir entered the room.
"Elrohir!" Legolas greeted. "I was wondering when we'd run into you." He raised his eyebrows and tipped his head in Aragorn's direction. The human had immediately gone quiet and was fingering the design on the blanket with false interest. Elrohir sighed.
For someone so experienced, you two sure act immature, Elrohir thought to himself, amused. "Hello Legolas," Elrohir greeted. "Mithrandir wishes to speak with the two of you." Elrohir cleared his throat and Legolas got the message. He jumped up and started for the door. Aragorn followed, but Elrohir stopped him. "Legolas go on ahead," Elrohir ordered. Legolas nodded and slipped out the door, despite Aragorn's protests. As soon as the door clicked shut, Aragorn's mouth opened. Elrohir held up with hand for silence and Aragorn shut his mouth reluctantly.
"I know you did not mean it," Elrohir started slowly. Aragorn stared intensely at the floor. "And," Elrohir continued, "Elladen knows this also." Aragorn looked up, unconvinced. The human sighed. "I truly am sorry about singing that. Legolas knows that, as do you, but Elladen doesn't-"
"Then tell him," Elrohir said impatiently. "Look," he said with more patience. "Elladen's temper rises as quickly as the rivers flow. He is not angry with you." Seeing his foster brother look away, Elrohir grabbed the ranger's broad, but slim shoulders. "He is not angry," the Elf repeated more firmly. Aragorn looked up and met his eyes. He nodded slowly and smiled.
"My thanks," Aragorn said quietly. Elrohir smiled wearily. "You do not need to thank me." He gave a strained laugh and sat down on the chair Legolas had occupied moments before and closed his dark brown eyes. "Are you ill, Elrohir?" Aragorn asked, concerned. Elrohir opened one eye and yawned.
"No, but I'm tired," Elrohir admitted. Aragorn gave a relieved laugh. "Good," the human confirmed. "Rest." Elrohir flashed him a toothy grin and started to stand when Aragorn pushed him back down. "Rest," Aragorn repeated firmly.
Elrohir opened his mouth to argue, but closed it without saying anything. He shook his head and laughed softly. "You will make a great leader, Estel," Elrohir murmured, allowing sleep to enter his mind. He sank into the chair and his eyes became unfocused. Aragorn smiled and snuck quietly out of the door.
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Atar: Father
Lorelen: Gold Star
Nin-mellon: my friend
Ai: Alas
[A/N:] Aha! There's one chapter down! ^_^ Good? Bad? Review! Constructive criticism welcome! *sighs and bangs head onto keyboard* 13 pages on Microsoft Word 2000. _ That's a lot! Well, for me that is. I wonder how long this will be when I post it on ff.net. *frowns and scratches head* If it's too long or just the opposite, sorry! I couldn't find a good place to break it off! In the next chapter, Legolas's ill news will be revealed; Gandalf has a special assignment for the two; Legolas is introduced to racism and blah blah the usual. *Laughs meekly* [end]
*glares* Fanfiction.Net is screwing up my italics as wells as my bold printed words! *growls in a very Dwarfish matter* Well.nothing I can do about that! :P
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Disclaimer: Tolkien's work, not mine! *glares in jealousy* Though I wouldn't mind owning Legolas and Aragorn!
Summary: Aragorn meets Legolas for the first time and right away they are thrown, headfirst, into a land of chaos. Abductions, murders, gambling with life, how can these two friends return home safely with a bounty on their heads? *Elf Torture*
Note: Questions or comments go in the review box. Enjoy!
Spoilers: First in my series! *grins* Spoilers for It All Started With Archery, my other fic.
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Well Met Indeed
By Elfling
The order in which you should read thy fics:
-It All Started With Archery
-Well Met Indeed
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Chapter One - What of very Old Friends?
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"ELLADEN!"
Elrond's head jerked up. The Lord's dark hair, which was neatly tied back, spilled over his shoulders. Elrond sighed wearily and rubbed his temple where an irritating migraine had planted itself. He shook his head and carefully placed the rolls of parchment he was looking over for Gandalf in his desk drawer. The Lord of Imladris smiled grimly to himself before opening his study's thick wooden doors.
He followed the sounds of hysterical giggles down the sunlit hallway and out into the gardens where Elrohir had pinned Aragorn down on the lush green grass. Elladen, who had a merciless smile on his fair face, sat on top of Aragorn's chest, which was heaving from the peels of laughter. The Elf's long fingers flew over his brother's ribs in a fury. The Dunadan's face was red from laughter and his eyes were tightly shut. Elrond raised a dark eyebrow. He had never known Estel was _that_ ticklish. He cleared his throat but his warning went unheeded.
"Elladen, Elrohir, if you do not stop that now, I fear Estel's lungs will burst." Upon hearing their father's voice, all three sons froze. Elladen, who was seated on top of Aragorn, leapt up gracefully and inched away, a sheepish yet innocent look plastered onto his face.
Elrohir was not as lucky. Aragorn finally got a grip on himself and seized Elrohir's wrist. When his Elf-Brother protested, Aragorn smiled wickedly. His grip tightened on the slim wrist until Elrohir gave up all together and threw himself on the ground besides Aragorn. The Elf offered his father a guilty smile.
"It was all-" Aragorn began to say. "Aragorn's fault," the twins finished. Aragorn sat up, brows furrowed and mouth open.
"My fault? _My_ fault?!" The Man turned his pleading gaze towards Elrond and pouted. "Atar, it's not fair! They always team up on me!" Elrond chuckled softly at this and replied, "With you three, I never know who started it." The three exchanged wild, daring looks with each other before bursting into laughter.
"Used to be that way," Elladen said suddenly when the laughter had subsided, "when Legolas was here." He lay back in the grass and closed his rich, brown eyes. Aragorn frowned. "When will I get to meet Legolas?" He had heard many things about the Prince of Mirkwood from his brothers, father, and even the Elves of Rivendell and he knew he wanted to meet him.
"I do not know, Estel," Elrond replied, sighing. "It has been years since we have seen him." He smiled down fondly at the Man and laughed. "Though I understand why you are so eager to meet him."
"We haven't seen him since Aragorn's dreaded accident [A/N: Refer to: It All Started With Archery]," Elrohir piped up from the other side of Aragorn. He exchanged wicked smiles with his twin. Elrond broke into soft laughter at this fond memory. Aragorn's thoughtful look melted into a scowl, though amusement was still running deeply through his grey eyes.
"Lord Elrond?" It was Lorelen. The Elf's hair was dark, like most Noldor Elves, but her eyes were a deep gold, that was perhaps how she had earned her name. Elrond smiled. "Yes, Lorelen?" The servant bowed gracefully and arched her eyebrow at the three bodies laying on the ground.
"Do not ask," Elrond laughed exasperated. Lorelen laughed lightly. "My Lord," she said again, "a messenger from Mirkwood wishes to speak with you."
"Mirkwood?" Aragorn asked, sitting up. Lorelen turned to him, her gold eyes sparkling with amusement. "Yes, Estel. Mirkwood, Realm of Lord Thranduil." Elrohir and Elladen had both leapt to their feet.
"Where is the messenger?" Elladen questioned, pulling Aragorn to his feet. "He is at the Gates, but-" Lorelen started to say. The three were already gone. The She-Elf threw a sympathetic look towards her Lord and laughed. "And to think you go through this everyday." Elrond's dark eyes shimmered warmly.
"Yes," he answered good-naturedly. "But I must hurry to greet our guest before those three scare him back to his kingdom." The two Elves shared another laugh before departing.
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"Hurry up, Estel!" Elladen shouted behind his shoulder. He was racing towards the Gates, excitement coursing through his veins. Elrohir was right beside him but his human brother was lagging. He smiled to himself before putting on another burst of speed when suddenly he ran into someone.
"Oof!" Elladen gasped as he fell backwards. Elrohir sat down next to his sore brother, besides himself with laughter. Elladen's body ached and he groaned. Aragorn was on the other side of him in a second. "Elladen, are you alright?" his lips were pressed together as he tried to confide his laughter.
Elladen grunted and snapped, "Oh go ahead! Laugh all you want!" And as if he were a king giving a command, Elrohir and Aragorn burst into another fit of laughter. Then Elladen blinked. He realized the figure he had bumped into was sitting in front of him, rubbing his shoulder.
"Ai! Elbereth!" Elladen gasped. "Forgive me! I did not watch where I was going!" The hooded figure was clad in green and brown, the colors of Mirkwood. Elrohir paled visibly when he noticed this. Aragorn shifted and suddenly all was silent.
Without warning, the Mirkwood messenger chuckled softly. His laugh was clear and musical, something that sounded vaguely familiar to the twins.
"I'm glad to see you haven't changed, Elladen!" The messenger noted lightly. Elrohir squinted. Who was this? The stranger stood up and dusted himself off. "Forgive me," Aragorn broke in, "but we did not get your name." "As I did not get yours, Dunadan," came the reply. Suddenly Elladen's fair features lightened.
"Legolas!" He cried jumping up. He pulled the figure's hood off to reveal a fair Elf with golden hair and bright blue eyes. Aragorn froze. This was the Prince of Mirkwood? He had expected an Elf who would arrive in a richly decorated carriage and wore more than just traveling clothes.
"How are you, nin mellon?" Legolas asked Elladen, smiling brightly. The two embraced tightly. "Legolas!" Elrohir cried out happily, puling the Sindar Elf into a affectionate hug. Legolas returned the hug just as tightly before turning to Aragorn.
"Do not tell me this is baby Aragorn," Legolas inquired, his fair voice filled with mirth. He smiled cheerfully at Aragorn. Aragorn returned the smile and bowed. "At your service, Legolas, Son of Thranduil."
"None of that now!" Legolas laughed, pulling Aragorn up with a strength Aragorn never knew he would have. But Elves were often underestimated by their charming looks and Aragorn did not show his surprise.
"Legolas Thranduillion," a soft voice acknowledged, "you are the messenger from Mirkwood?" Legolas looked up and smiled. He bowed in one fluid motion and replied, "Lord Elrond! It has been too long!"
"Indeed." Elrond smiled. "What news from your father? He fares well I presume?" He gazed at his sons who were nearly jumping in excitement. "Before you answer Legolas, Elladen, Elrohir, go bathe! You two look like a couple of Orcs!" The twins studied themselves. Their father was right, as always. Mud splattered their clothing as well as their faces. Elladen had a rather large smudge on his forehead and Elrohir's feet were muddy and bare. Legolas snickered at the Elf's bare feet, making a comment that sounded something like, "He looks like a overgrown hobbit."
"But what about Estel?" Aragorn's smug grin melted and he feigned a scowl at his brothers. "Estel has never met Legolas and he is not as dirty as the two of you!" Elrond answered easily. "Now go!"
The twins sulked away, grumbling. Legolas laughed and said to Elrond, "If I had known they were still that carefree, I would have brought another baby." The two Elves shared an amused look and Aragorn knew instantly that they were thinking about the diaper incident. . .again. "As you were asking how my father is, I'm pleased to say that he fares well," Legolas finally said, changing the subject. Legolas looked thoughtful and jested, "And you my lord? How does Lord Elrond of Imladris feel?"
Elrond waved that aside and answered generously, "I am well, Legolas and I am sure I can say the same for you." Legolas gave an impish smirk and ducked his head as a quick nod. His look of mischief changed to a look of distress as fast as Elladen's temper grew.
"What's wrong Legolas?" Aragorn peered at the Elf, concerned. Legolas gave him a tight smile and answered, "Aì! I have almost forgotten that I was sent here to deliver a message. And the tidings I bring are not urgent but unpleasant." Elrond frowned.
"Come Legolas," Elrond said curtly. "Into my study. We can discuss-"
"Father," Aragorn interrupted. "I believe Legolas is weary from his journey and besides, he said the news wasn't urgent. I will show him the way to his room."
"And then perhaps the archery field," Legolas murmured quietly besides him. Aragorn shot him a warning look, though his lips were threatening to twist up into a smile, and was rewarded with a coy smile that was too familiar to Elrond. The Elf-Lord groaned and he waved the two friends off. Better to be alone when his head-ache came back, he decided. He turned and fled the scene quickly.
"Aragorn, it almost seemed as if your father was running." Legolas's eyes shined with mirth. "You scared your father away!" Legolas snickered, trying to remain stern. Aragorn raised an eyebrow. "You thought _I_ was the one who scared my father away?" He shook his head. "You are mistaken. It was you whom my father ran from!" Legolas mouth dropped open and his blue eyes were wide with shock. Aragorn burst into laughter and fled for his life. Legolas gave a cry and ran after the fleeing human.
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"How did you do that?" Aragorn questioned, awed. He watched as the Mirkwood warrior notched another arrow to his bow and aimed carefully. The bow of Mirkwood sang and Legolas's arrow hit the center of the tree.
"I do not know what you mean, Aragorn," Legolas replied in a festive voice , tilting his head. "Ah yes, you have grown up with the Elves of Rivendell, masters of craft. Though I think Mirkwood has better archers." Legolas's blue eyes glittered with glee. Aragorn laughed and scolded, "You know better than to jest, O Great Prince of Mirkwood." Legolas raised an elegant eyebrow, impressed. "I am not going to outdone by a mere mortal." Legolas grinned. "Forgive me Great Aragorn, Heir to throne of Gondor." The two were taken control by laughter again.
Aragorn drew in a deep breath and glanced at the blue sky. "You remind me of an encounter I had when I ventured into Gondor as the Ranger, Strider." Legolas raised his dark eyebrows again. "Strider?" he queried. "And just where have you gotten such a ridiculous name?"
Aragorn smiled. "I chose to walk to the palace of Gondor instead of riding a horse. Of course I was warned about the hazards that I would meet, but -" he shrugged "- I was stubborn. Thus, Strider."
Legolas laughed merrily at this and Aragorn half suspected him to fall to the ground laughing. Legolas's pale face had flushed slightly in the afternoon heat and laughter, but Aragorn was sweaty and steamed. He wiped the sweat off his brow and glanced at the prince who was still laughing softly to himself.
Aragorn wrinkled his nose and said suddenly, "The air smells of lavender." He tipped his head back and took a deep breath and sighed. Besides him, Legolas also sniffed at the air. "Such a soothing smell," he commented softly. Aragorn glanced at him, surprised, and found the Elf had closed his eyes. "My mother used to smell of lavenders," Legolas continued. Sunlight glinted off his brilliant gold hair and flashed like the sun in the morning.
"You speak of her as one would of the past," Aragorn said. "What happened to her?" The man mentally slapped himself for being so rude and opened his mouth to apologize, but Legolas answered, "She was one of the first to have sailed to the Grey Havens." The Elf's eyes were still closed and Aragorn murmured an apology.
"Do not apologize, my friend," Legolas replied smoothly. Then he jested, "After all, the only fault of yours is your archery."
Snorting to himself, Aragorn turned and faced west once again, pleased that the Elf of Mirkwood considered him a friend. Suddenly, a movement in the boughs of the beech tree caught his eye. He smiled sinisterly and elbowed Legolas, whose eyes snapped open quickly. Legolas scanned the area, alert, but found nothing. When the Elf turned to Aragorn, puzzled, the human motioned him to stay silent.
The blue eyes of the prince remained confused but he nodded. Legolas stood silent for awhile and turned to Aragorn, his eyes seemed to say: / What is it? / Aragorn grinned and jerked his head towards the beech tree which had gone silent. Elrohir and Elladen, he mouthed silently. Legolas gave a wicked smile, almost too dangerous for an Elf.
The two crept silently over to the swaying tree. Legolas gave Aragorn a glance that said: / I'm going up / Aragorn nodded and watched, impressed, as Legolas leapt noiselessly into the tree besides the beech. The prince disappeared in no more than a rustle in the leaves. Aragorn waited and suddenly, there came a loud squawk and Elrohir fell out of the tree, followed closely by Elladen. The two sat there in the grass smelling of lavenders and eyes wide with surprise. Legolas jumped out of the tree and landed crouched down, like a cat. He sat back, triumph written on his fair face, and laughed with Aragorn who had collapsed on the ground, clutching his sides.
Elladen scowled. "Curse you and your sneakiness among the trees Legolas!" This only caused the Mirkwood Elf to laugh harder. Elrohir was sitting on the grass looking embarrassed with himself.
"Estel," he snapped crossly. "Enough of your childish games." Aragorn blinked. "Childish games? Me? I was not the ones hiding in a tree-" Aragorn paused. Elrohir was smiling again. Not just a smile but one that was innocent, yet devilish at the same time. Aragorn scramble to his feet, but Elrohir lunged and the two went rolling across the grass. Elladen and Legolas exchanged unbelievable glances and broke into hysterical laughter.
As Elrohir and Aragorn broke apart they fell to the ground, out of breath. Elrohir propped himself on one elbow and said to his twin, "It seems that our guest is having too much fun, Elladen." Legolas's eyes widened and he glanced helplessly at Aragorn as Elladen replied slyly, "I agree dear brother. Can't let our prince get too carried away now."
Legolas stood up quickly and brushed himself off. "Oh dear!" he cried out in mock horror. He placed a hand on his forehead and glanced upward, "I am about to be chased by three brothers covered in grass stains and two whom smell of fresh lavenders, from their bath I believe." He grinned and ran up into the boughs of a tree and disappeared. The sons of Elrond exchanged glances and Aragorn said to his brothers, "I never thought I would be hunting an Elf of Mirkwood, especially not one of royalty." Elladen smiled. "It's your first time, brother!" He clasped him on the back. "Mirkwood Elves are deathly quiet and very hard to find, let alone hear. This will be fun, I assure you."
Aragorn grinned. "I doubt I needed your assurance, Elladen, but thank you nonetheless."
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Elrond sighed again. It had been awhile since the halls of Rivendell were silent. He blinked and realized that absolutely no voices of his sons or Legolas were heard. He groaned inwardly and placed his head in his long, slender hands. What were they up to now?
"Shall I brew you a cup of athelas to rid of that headache?" Elrond looked up and smiled. "Gandalf, forgive me for not hearing you sooner!" He stood quickly and walked to greet the wizard.
"Not of your fault, Elrond," Gandalf chuckled. His bushy brows furrowed. "But perhaps you should rest; you look weary." Elrond smiled slightly. "I _am_ weary Gandalf, but I cannot rest now. I am too busy. I have not even finished looking over your scrolls-"
"Nonsense!" Gandalf boomed merrily, taking a seat in front of Elrond. The Lord of Imladris continued as if he had not heard the Istar. "And Thranduil has sent his son bearing ill news."
"Where is young Legolas now?" Gandalf questioned. "With your sons I presume?" Elrond snorted. "You presume correctly. I have no idea where they are now." He quieted. The curtains by the open window stirred and a pleasant scent of lavender drifted into Elrond's study.
Gandalf took a deep breath. "Ah, I smelt lavenders on my way to see you. I wonder what in Rivendell has taken to such a pleasant smell. I prefer athelas myself, no doubt." Elrond stared at Gandalf dumbfounded. "Gandalf? Perhaps I should take that rest now. . ."
Gandalf chortled. "It will do you good Elrond, son of Eärendil and Elwing." Elrond gave the wizard a wry smile as he stood up from his desk, collecting his papers. Gandalf rose also, smiling to himself as if what he had said contained hidden riddle. Elrond chose to ignore this. "None have addressed me as such since-"
"Yes, Elrond," Gandalf interrupted. "I-"
Elrond said suddenly, "It is not polite to interrupt, Gandalf." Gandalf's eyes shone merrily.
"But it seems that you just interrupted me," Gandalf argued good- naturedly. Elrond stood there, blinking. Suddenly, he flung his heads up and sighed, exasperated. The Elf-Lord stormed out of the room leaving Gandalf to smoke his pipe. "Works every time." Gandalf chuckled.
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It was eerily quiet in the forest. Elladen tensed and suddenly smiled. "I think he is near," he murmured to Aragorn and Elrohir. Aragorn smiled and studied the high boughs of the trees again.
"The trees will not tell me anything," Elrohir complained quietly. His dark hair shone in the rays of sunlight that had laced its way to the forest floor. "Legolas has told them not to," Elladen answered. Aragorn peered through a series of leaves and jabbed Elladen in the shoulder.
"That group of leaves seem. . .odd," Aragorn muttered. Elladen squinted and shaded his dark eyes against the sun. He smiled at Aragorn. "You are correct, Estel." He dropped down to the ground and stealthily made his way to the base of the tree. He motioned to Elrohir who pulled himself up using a thick branch. Elrohir climbed up slowly and carefully made his way to the unusual branch.
Suddenly, Legolas jumped out of the leaves and landed on the floor between Aragorn and Elladen. Elrohir gave a wild whoop and leapt down. Aragorn lunged for the Elf but Legolas dodged him easily. He grinned and waved a good-bye. He was gone by the time Elladen had helped Aragorn up.
"We lost him," Aragorn griped, disappointed. He glanced at his brothers and found them smiling happily. "Why are you two smiling?" Aragorn questioned curiously. Elrohir turned to him, his eyes shining with excitement. "We may have a chance of catching him!"
"How?" Aragorn asked, feeling very stupid. Elladen started to run towards the direction Legolas disappeared to. "Come, we'll explain on the way." Aragorn nodded and followed his brothers.
"The last time Legolas was here," Elladen started, "we played this very game. He chose to run the way we are going now before. When he did, he nearly fell into a hidden river. Well, it was not a river, but. . ."
"Anyways," Elrohir continued for his brother, "Legolas was very lucky and didn't fall, but Elladen came bounding out of the bushes-"
"Excuse me?!" Elladen shouted as they ran. "_I_ came running out of the bushes?! You were the one who knocked him off the edge!" Suddenly, bushes loomed ahead of them and the twins were so busy arguing, they ran right through it and a splash of water could be heard. Aragorn paused in front of the bushes and carefully made his way through. Sitting in the pond, sputtering, were Elladen and Elrohir.
Legolas jumped out of a tree and laughed. "My memory served me well," he teased. He neared Aragorn and suddenly pushed him into the pond. He landed with a splash besides his brothers. The Elves crackled with laughter while Aragorn glared menacingly at Legolas, who was sitting with his back to a tree, laughing at his evil deed.
Aragorn, Elladen, and Elrohir climbed out of the pond, dripping wet, and advanced on the lone Elf from Mirkwood. Legolas glanced from all three of them and let out a cry before jumping up. Elladen was there in a flash, holding the prince's wrist tightly. Elrohir took his other hand and the two dragged him to the pond. Aragorn followed behind, sniggering to himself. He shoved Legolas into the pond and watched gleefully as the Prince of Mirkwood entered the cool water.
The three awaited for him to resurface but he never did. Exchanging worried looks with Elrohir, Elladen dove into the blue waters. He resurfaced and looked around. "He didn't come up?" he questioned. Aragorn shook his head and dove in with Elrohir. Suddenly as they resurfaced, something tackled Aragorn from behind and the two dropped deeper into the water. Aragorn kicked his way up and saw a grinning Legolas.
"Legolas!" he gasped. "Where were you?" Legolas smiled. "Me? I was waiting underwater." Aragorn blinked. "You stayed under that long?" Legolas nodded and jerked his head towards Elladen and Elrohir. "Let us see how long these two can stay under water." Aragorn smirked and pulled a horrified Elrohir down with him into the water.
Elladen watched, laughing, as Elrohir resurfaced, choking and sputtering. Elrohir threw him a dark scowl, though his eyes shone with merriment. Elladen let out a cry as Legolas suddenly brought his head down and dunked him into the cool, clear water. He thrashed about, trying to loosen the prince's hold on him, but was unsuccessful. He stilled momentarily and gave Legolas the chance to tightened his grip on his shoulders. Bubbles erupted from his nose and mouth as he absentmindedly opened his mouth to breathe. Legolas's hold on the dark haired elf disappeared and Elladen kicked his way to the surface.
As his head burst out of the water, he coughed and sputtered in the very way Elrohir did, thankful that Legolas hadn't held him down there any longer. He drew in a deep breath and glared at Legolas, his lips turning up in a menacing smirk. He raised his eyebrows at Legolas, who got the message and ducked behind Aragorn.
"Ack!" Aragorn yelped, as Legolas pushed him towards Elladen, like a sacrifice, and hoisted himself out of the small, but deep pond. Aragorn was pushed away by Elladen who continued to make his way after Legolas, slowly. Elrohir stood besides Aragorn and surveyed the scene.
"I sure feel sorry for Legolas right now," Aragorn commented as he watched Legolas flash a apologetic grin at Elladen and climbed quickly into a tree, only to be pursued. Elrohir shifted and laughed. "As do I Estel, but don't you think he had it coming? After all, he caught Elladen by complete surprise." Aragorn nodded and turned to Elrohir.
"Do you think we should help Legolas out?" he queried. Elrohir glanced at him. "No, Legolas deserves it. He knew Elladen would seek retribution." Aragorn grinned. Of course Legolas knew. That was perhaps why he had done it in the first place, the thrill of the chase.
"Elladen!" Legolas's cry of surprise was more than evident in the silence. Elladen's voice, more lower and mischievous, teased, "What's this? I seem to have caught the culprit all on my own." He glared at Aragorn and Elrohir from where he had Legolas trapped. "_Without_ the tiniest of aid from my _helpful_ brothers!" Legolas took this opportunity and ducked under Elladen's arm and disappeared into the tree besides him.
Elladen let out a groan of frustration and lumbered back to the edge of the pond. Throwing his hands up, he exclaimed, "I give up, it is too hard trying to catch a Wood-Elf in the-" He sat down in a very unelfish way "-woods," he finished lamely. Aragorn snickered, but shut up quickly from Elladen's dark scowl. Elrohir was harder to quiet, for the twin had fell back into the water, laughing.
Legolas suddenly appeared in a tree on the other side of the pond. He was seated on a branch, swinging his bare feet. His boots lay discarded by Elladen where he had pulled them off earlier. Water dripped from his hair and clothes, but the Elf was smiling and waving to Elladen who was trying to shut Elrohir up.
Aragorn saw this and began laughing again. Legolas gave an impish smile, much like the one he had given Elrond, and began to sing a catchy tune.
There once was Elf of young
Which everything he did was wrong
His hair strewn and wet
Caught in his own hunting net
When he had gone to hunt
A fellow kin and friend
And on and on this hunt went
It would never come to an end.
Legolas grimaced at his own song and declared, "That was my worst song yet. Though what it was about did not help." He smiled at Elladen who was glaring at him again, amused. Aragorn snorted and ducked, trying to hide his laughter from Elladen's gaze. Elrohir was snickering and he continued the song where Legolas had stopped:
Though cold and wet was he
This hunt did not end
His prey would always flee
Hiding just around the bend
Beside him ran his brothers
Who'd help him all the way
This elf would have no others
Though many things they'd say
As Elrohir ended, Legolas applauded, laughing. The Elf nearly fell off his perch but caught himself in time. Aragorn glanced at Elladen who was smiling and he felt a boost of confidence, so he sang from where Elrohir had ended:
Time passed by and by
And from every plain to glen
There was no other elf
More foolish than our Elladen
His voice rang true in the silence. Aragorn grinned and glanced at Elrohir. His brother had gone deathly pale and glanced from Aragorn to his twin. Legolas, behind them, stirred and leapt down from his perch. He made his way across the pond and stood to the side, watching Elladen, worried.
Aragorn finally turned and faced Elladen, who had tensed. His eyes were dark and face, neutral. The Dunadan winced inwardly and regretted what he had sung. His brother turned, suddenly, and walked away. Elrohir glanced at Aragorn and gave him a meek smile. He climbed out of the pond and ran after his twin. Aragorn stood, planted to the ground.
Seeing Legolas, he tried to explain, "I didn't mean to. . ." Legolas gave him a smile and helped him out of the pond. "Fear not, Strider," Legolas assured, "Elladen is quick to anger." Aragorn gave him a bleak smile and trudged through the bushes. Legolas studied Aragorn thoughtfully and started after the ranger.
Legolas wandered after the sulking man. "Aragorn?" he called softly, not wanting to bother the man. Aragorn turned, giving him a depressed stare. "Yes?" he sighed. Legolas winced inwardly at his friend's unhappiness. "You're very sensitive," Legolas jested. Aragorn made an effort to smile, thankful that Legolas was trying to cheer him up. Legolas could clearly see that it wasn't the time to jest, so before Aragorn turned around, he quickly stated, "I will be leaving for Mirkwood soon." Aragorn's face creased even more. "And," Legolas continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me, hearing that you have never been to my father's halls." He raised a dark eyebrow and tilted his head. Aragorn blinked at him, surprised. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he exclaimed, "I would be glad to accompany you!" The ranger's face brightened at once and he grinned at Legolas.
The Elf, grateful the man had cheered up, said carefully, "Though I am not sure if Lord Elrond will allow it." Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "He will agree." He gave a sly smile. Suddenly the ranger threw his head back and laughed deeply. Legolas peered at his friend carefully.
"It seems that you are already sick, _human_," Legolas observed. "Your head seems to be suffering some damage." Aragorn snickered and replied, "There's nothing wrong with me. It's you I laugh at." Legolas tipped his head to the side. "Me?" Aragorn nodded. "You're soaking wet!" Legolas mocked a look of offense and sniffed. "If I'm wet, you should look at yourself." Aragorn snorted. Legolas gave the man a look and suddenly said, "You know, I suppose I would get dry more quickly if I run to the halls of your father." The Elf gave a smile and dashed away from Aragorn in the direction of Elrond's house. Aragorn whooped and charged after the Elf.
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"Elladen, please!" Elrohir pleaded. "Estel did not mean it! You know how he is, speaking before thinking! He regrets what he did!" Elladen whirled around and faced his brother. "Speak quietly, brother," he warned in a low voice. "The halls of Imladris is not to be disturbed with impudent begging." Elladen immediately felt a pang of guilt at Elrohir's look of hurt, but pushed the thought aside.
"Forgive me, Elladen," Elrohir whispered, staring at the floor. Elladen sighed. He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Ah, Elrohir, it is not your fault. Forgive _me_ for lashing out at you like that," Elladen apologized earnestly. Elrohir looked up, surprised. His gaze flickered from Elladen's weary face to behind him. Elladen turned and saw Gandalf closing the door to his father's bedroom.
"Mithrandir!" Elrohir greeted. He stepped forward and bowed deeply. Elladen followed his brother's example. "It is a surprise to see you here in Imladris once again!" Elladen proclaimed warmly as Gandalf nodded his greeting. Gandalf chuckled. "Yes, yes. Quite a surprise is it not?" Elrohir nodded, agreeing. "Where is your brother?" Gandalf asked curiously.
"He is with Legolas," came Elladen's short reply. Elrohir glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye and turned to the wizard, who was studying Elladen with a piercing gaze. "He is still roaming our forests with Legolas," Elrohir assured.
"Oh?" Gandalf nodded, smiling. He glanced at the archery field. "And here they come now." Elrohir snapped his head to the side and saw Aragorn and Legolas headed towards the gates of Rivendell.
Leave it to Legolas to cheer Estel up, Elrohir thought. He felt Elladen stiffen besides him. "If you'll excuse me," Elladen said curtly, "I have duties to attend to." He gave Gandalf a quick nod and said to Elrohir in elvish so his brother would feel more assured, "I am not angry." Gandalf raised a bushy eyebrow but made no comment. Elladen bid a final good-bye and departed.
"Something ails your brother?" Gandalf presumed. Elrohir sighed. "Aye, apparently so." Elrohir leaned against the railing of the balcony. "Where is my father?" He inquired, eyeing the bedroom door. Gandalf chuckled. "Your father is resting after a headache." Elrohir stood straighter. "Nothing serious I hope." When the wizard shook his head. Elrohir smiled, relieved.
"Ah, I thank you Mithrandir," Elrohir preached gratefully. Gandalf winked. "Well," the wizard said finally, "I will be going to the kitchens now. Please tell Aragorn and Legolas that I wish to speak with them." Elrohir was puzzled, but nodded.
The Istar gave his thanks and made his way to the kitchens, whistling softly to himself. Elrohir gazed after the wizard for a moment. He sighed inwardly and began towards the Gates.
Before he even got close to the Gates, Elrohir's sharp ears caught Legolas's voice in the guest room, where Legolas always stayed on visits. He knocked lightly on the door before opening it. He peered inside and found Legolas and Aragorn talking. Aragorn was sitting cross-legged on the bed whilst Legolas was seated on a big, comfortable chair. The fireplace was lit and Elrohir was relieved to find that they had changed into dry clothes. Legolas looked up as Elrohir entered the room.
"Elrohir!" Legolas greeted. "I was wondering when we'd run into you." He raised his eyebrows and tipped his head in Aragorn's direction. The human had immediately gone quiet and was fingering the design on the blanket with false interest. Elrohir sighed.
For someone so experienced, you two sure act immature, Elrohir thought to himself, amused. "Hello Legolas," Elrohir greeted. "Mithrandir wishes to speak with the two of you." Elrohir cleared his throat and Legolas got the message. He jumped up and started for the door. Aragorn followed, but Elrohir stopped him. "Legolas go on ahead," Elrohir ordered. Legolas nodded and slipped out the door, despite Aragorn's protests. As soon as the door clicked shut, Aragorn's mouth opened. Elrohir held up with hand for silence and Aragorn shut his mouth reluctantly.
"I know you did not mean it," Elrohir started slowly. Aragorn stared intensely at the floor. "And," Elrohir continued, "Elladen knows this also." Aragorn looked up, unconvinced. The human sighed. "I truly am sorry about singing that. Legolas knows that, as do you, but Elladen doesn't-"
"Then tell him," Elrohir said impatiently. "Look," he said with more patience. "Elladen's temper rises as quickly as the rivers flow. He is not angry with you." Seeing his foster brother look away, Elrohir grabbed the ranger's broad, but slim shoulders. "He is not angry," the Elf repeated more firmly. Aragorn looked up and met his eyes. He nodded slowly and smiled.
"My thanks," Aragorn said quietly. Elrohir smiled wearily. "You do not need to thank me." He gave a strained laugh and sat down on the chair Legolas had occupied moments before and closed his dark brown eyes. "Are you ill, Elrohir?" Aragorn asked, concerned. Elrohir opened one eye and yawned.
"No, but I'm tired," Elrohir admitted. Aragorn gave a relieved laugh. "Good," the human confirmed. "Rest." Elrohir flashed him a toothy grin and started to stand when Aragorn pushed him back down. "Rest," Aragorn repeated firmly.
Elrohir opened his mouth to argue, but closed it without saying anything. He shook his head and laughed softly. "You will make a great leader, Estel," Elrohir murmured, allowing sleep to enter his mind. He sank into the chair and his eyes became unfocused. Aragorn smiled and snuck quietly out of the door.
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Atar: Father
Lorelen: Gold Star
Nin-mellon: my friend
Ai: Alas
[A/N:] Aha! There's one chapter down! ^_^ Good? Bad? Review! Constructive criticism welcome! *sighs and bangs head onto keyboard* 13 pages on Microsoft Word 2000. _ That's a lot! Well, for me that is. I wonder how long this will be when I post it on ff.net. *frowns and scratches head* If it's too long or just the opposite, sorry! I couldn't find a good place to break it off! In the next chapter, Legolas's ill news will be revealed; Gandalf has a special assignment for the two; Legolas is introduced to racism and blah blah the usual. *Laughs meekly* [end]
