Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they all belong to the Tolkien estate.
Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?
WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted Elrohir/L in later chapters. Thranduil is NOT a nice guy.
1 Chapter Two: Confrontations
The kitchens were bustling with life as Elrond ushered his new charge through the jostling people busy preparing the upcoming feast. The boy had not said a word since Elrond had started to lead him through the halls of Imladris.
" Halrowen, some food if you would be so kind!" Elrond called out to an elf standing beside a group of younger elves. She looked up, catching the Lords gaze and smiled, nodding as she gestured for him to sit at a table.
" Come child." He directed Legolas through the kitchen to a large table. "Sit with me and then we shall satisfy our appetites." Elrond frowned as the timid elf merely nodded weakly, not even lifting his eyes from the floor to look at the elf addressing him. " You need not lower your eyes to me Legolas. You are an equal in my house and as such should not be afraid to address me." Elrond waited for his young charge to respond, but was disappointed when he only received another nod. He sighed inwardly at the silent knowledge that trust would not be given easily by this one.
He smiled as two plates of food were placed in front of them, and began to eat. After a few seconds he paused realising that the young elf was still sat there, eyes lowered, his food remaining untouched. " You shall offend the cooks should you leave your food Legolas."
" I mean no offence lord." The timid voice was barely a whisper, Elrond having to strain to catch the words. " But I am not permitted to indulge my own needs until I am alone."
" And who told you such a thing?"
" My master Thranduil, sir" Legolas still did not look up, his constant avoidance worrying the lord of Imladris. It was not natural for such unconditional submission from such a young elf. Especially one from royalty.
" Thranduil is no longer your master child." Elrond paused again, speaking softly so not to be overheard. " You are need not fear him anymore."
Legolas looked up hesitantly, uncertainty in his eyes.
" I don't understand."
" I think you do." Elrond saw the shiver run through the other man, his eyes become saddened as his shoulders slumped in defeat.
" My new master, Glorfindel, he will expect me to be bound to him on the day of my majority.." The elf-child's voice was shaky and uncertain. " I mean, I will be his yes?"
" He shall treat you well Legolas. He will make you happy." Brown met deep blue as eyes met over the table, speaking of promises not said aloud. " He wants to protect you little one, I believe he will grow to love you in time. Maybe you will even return his feelings eventually."
" No one loves me. No one cares for me. I'm nothing." Elrond sat, frozen by the sincerity of the words passing over the child's lips. He said them automatically, as if he had heard them from birth.
The two elves had not heard the entrance of the other Lords of the valley. Elrond continued to stare in disbelief at the words torn from the young elf's soul. Silence fell upon the kitchens and all eyes turned to witness the strange events between their Elder and the stranger. Glorfindel walked up behind them reaching out to his betrothed. The newfound prince startled from the contact, pulling away and darting into a darker corner of the kitchens.
Glorfindel rushed over to the stricken elf reaching out to help him. All of the kitchen staff watched as he the young elf recoiled from the contact, bracing himself against a blow that was never to come. Uneasy murmurs sounded as Glorfindel stayed his hand. Whispers of the tragedy of it, what could have happened to him, and the shame on the elves responsible broke any silence remaining as the Elven lord knelt beside his betrothed. "Legolas, it is Glorfindel. You can trust me. No harm shall come to you in my care, I promise you." Sapphire eyes flashed as they gazed up at Glorfindel with fear and longing.
Legolas hesitated as he moved into the others outstretched arm. He swallowed down the urge to tremble as the same arm wrapped itself around his waist, clutching him tightly against the warm chest. The prince stiffened at the contact, hiding his face within the velvet robes.
" Shh, little one. Let's just sit and eat our food, hmm?" Glorfindel smiled slightly as he felt the small nod of affirmation from his betrothed. He moved back to the bench shifting the wood elf to a comfortable position on his lap. "Now these," He paused, picking a small pastry from the selection on the table. " These are Halrowen's speciality. No one else in Imladris can cook as fine a delicacies as these."
Everyone watched as the little prince lifted his eyes to gaze to the food in Glorfindel's hand. He looked over to lord Elrond, the unspoken need for permission flickering uncertainly in his eyes. Elrond simply nodded. Small delicate fingers reached out wrapping themselves around the small morsel.
" Legolas…" Elrond spoke softly, drawing Legolas' gaze back to him. " I have sent a message to the tailors. With your permission I would like to organise some clothes for you." Legolas' eyes widened at the lord, no one had ever shown him such generosity. " I know you are afraid, but it is a necessity for your new station. Do you understand?"
The young elf pulled away from the lord at his side, placing the food on the table and nodding silently. He sat still again, his eyes returning to their glazed fixation of the floor. Glorfindel sighed letting his hand move to rest on Legolas' lower back.
" Elladan, Elrohir. Step forward, for I wish for you to meet the newest citizen of Imladris." Elrond beckoned for his two sons to move out, away from the shadows from where they had been watching the tragic scene unfold.. Again the kitchens paused as the two young lords stepped forward, their gowns softly rustling as they moved into view.
" Father I…"
" Silence Elrohir! I have had enough of your deceit! You have disgraced me, and you have disgraced this land." Elrond stood facing his sons. " Did you even consider the consequences that your actions would have? Consider how you would affect your friends and family?"
Elrond's anger blazed filling the room with an electric charge. Elrohir stood there, stunned into silence by his fathers outburst. He shifted his gaze to the meek figure sitting in Glorfindel's lap, wincing at the overwhelming guilt creeping into his heart.
" Father, it was not only myself! Thranduil's daughter…"
" We are not speaking of Linuel, Elrohir. That is Thranduil's problem. What we are discussing is your blatant disregard for your family!" Elrond turned moving back to stand beside Glorfindel and Legolas. " Your foolishness has now affected another. One who should not have to be punished for your mistakes." His voice became softer as he reached out, lightly running his hand over Legolas' golden hair. " Leave us. I confine you to your room until the feast tonight."
" Feast father?" Elladan interrupted.
" Yes Elladan. We are to welcome the new Lord of Imladris in a manner that is fitting, and I can think of no better way." He turned back to his sons. " You are both dismissed. I have matters to attend to with Legolas."
The children of Elrond turned and left the kitchens and the soft murmurs from the staff began anew. The Elven Lord looked down to see Legolas nibbling at the small pastry that Glorfindel had given him. It was a step in the right direction he supposed.
" When you are finished little one, I would like to show you around and then to my tailors. We can't have you running around in those old clothes now, can we?" Legolas looked up tentatively, his eyes giving Elrond his consent.
" I'm afraid this is where I leave you. I shall deal with the preparations for tonight my Lord so don't worry about anything except your new charge." Glorfindel motioned for his betrothed to rise, and he stood behind him as Elrond coaxed him forward.
" Thank you Halrowen. I leave Glorfindel to give you my wishes for tonight." The head cook bowed slightly smiling at the trio before her.
" Don't you worry Lord. Pleased to meet you Master Legolas." Her effort was rewarded by a tentative smile, before the little prince was swept away. " It's not right Glorfindel. He's so young."
" Hush Halrowen. He is safe now, and you should know as well as I," He paused giving the cook a pointed look, " Elrond shall see that he is happy." Halrowen nodded, satisfied with his response. As she turned to begin her preparations he added to silently, " And so shall I…"
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they all belong to the Tolkien estate.
Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?
WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted Elrohir/L in later chapters. Thranduil is NOT a nice guy.
1 Chapter Two: Confrontations
The kitchens were bustling with life as Elrond ushered his new charge through the jostling people busy preparing the upcoming feast. The boy had not said a word since Elrond had started to lead him through the halls of Imladris.
" Halrowen, some food if you would be so kind!" Elrond called out to an elf standing beside a group of younger elves. She looked up, catching the Lords gaze and smiled, nodding as she gestured for him to sit at a table.
" Come child." He directed Legolas through the kitchen to a large table. "Sit with me and then we shall satisfy our appetites." Elrond frowned as the timid elf merely nodded weakly, not even lifting his eyes from the floor to look at the elf addressing him. " You need not lower your eyes to me Legolas. You are an equal in my house and as such should not be afraid to address me." Elrond waited for his young charge to respond, but was disappointed when he only received another nod. He sighed inwardly at the silent knowledge that trust would not be given easily by this one.
He smiled as two plates of food were placed in front of them, and began to eat. After a few seconds he paused realising that the young elf was still sat there, eyes lowered, his food remaining untouched. " You shall offend the cooks should you leave your food Legolas."
" I mean no offence lord." The timid voice was barely a whisper, Elrond having to strain to catch the words. " But I am not permitted to indulge my own needs until I am alone."
" And who told you such a thing?"
" My master Thranduil, sir" Legolas still did not look up, his constant avoidance worrying the lord of Imladris. It was not natural for such unconditional submission from such a young elf. Especially one from royalty.
" Thranduil is no longer your master child." Elrond paused again, speaking softly so not to be overheard. " You are need not fear him anymore."
Legolas looked up hesitantly, uncertainty in his eyes.
" I don't understand."
" I think you do." Elrond saw the shiver run through the other man, his eyes become saddened as his shoulders slumped in defeat.
" My new master, Glorfindel, he will expect me to be bound to him on the day of my majority.." The elf-child's voice was shaky and uncertain. " I mean, I will be his yes?"
" He shall treat you well Legolas. He will make you happy." Brown met deep blue as eyes met over the table, speaking of promises not said aloud. " He wants to protect you little one, I believe he will grow to love you in time. Maybe you will even return his feelings eventually."
" No one loves me. No one cares for me. I'm nothing." Elrond sat, frozen by the sincerity of the words passing over the child's lips. He said them automatically, as if he had heard them from birth.
The two elves had not heard the entrance of the other Lords of the valley. Elrond continued to stare in disbelief at the words torn from the young elf's soul. Silence fell upon the kitchens and all eyes turned to witness the strange events between their Elder and the stranger. Glorfindel walked up behind them reaching out to his betrothed. The newfound prince startled from the contact, pulling away and darting into a darker corner of the kitchens.
Glorfindel rushed over to the stricken elf reaching out to help him. All of the kitchen staff watched as he the young elf recoiled from the contact, bracing himself against a blow that was never to come. Uneasy murmurs sounded as Glorfindel stayed his hand. Whispers of the tragedy of it, what could have happened to him, and the shame on the elves responsible broke any silence remaining as the Elven lord knelt beside his betrothed. "Legolas, it is Glorfindel. You can trust me. No harm shall come to you in my care, I promise you." Sapphire eyes flashed as they gazed up at Glorfindel with fear and longing.
Legolas hesitated as he moved into the others outstretched arm. He swallowed down the urge to tremble as the same arm wrapped itself around his waist, clutching him tightly against the warm chest. The prince stiffened at the contact, hiding his face within the velvet robes.
" Shh, little one. Let's just sit and eat our food, hmm?" Glorfindel smiled slightly as he felt the small nod of affirmation from his betrothed. He moved back to the bench shifting the wood elf to a comfortable position on his lap. "Now these," He paused, picking a small pastry from the selection on the table. " These are Halrowen's speciality. No one else in Imladris can cook as fine a delicacies as these."
Everyone watched as the little prince lifted his eyes to gaze to the food in Glorfindel's hand. He looked over to lord Elrond, the unspoken need for permission flickering uncertainly in his eyes. Elrond simply nodded. Small delicate fingers reached out wrapping themselves around the small morsel.
" Legolas…" Elrond spoke softly, drawing Legolas' gaze back to him. " I have sent a message to the tailors. With your permission I would like to organise some clothes for you." Legolas' eyes widened at the lord, no one had ever shown him such generosity. " I know you are afraid, but it is a necessity for your new station. Do you understand?"
The young elf pulled away from the lord at his side, placing the food on the table and nodding silently. He sat still again, his eyes returning to their glazed fixation of the floor. Glorfindel sighed letting his hand move to rest on Legolas' lower back.
" Elladan, Elrohir. Step forward, for I wish for you to meet the newest citizen of Imladris." Elrond beckoned for his two sons to move out, away from the shadows from where they had been watching the tragic scene unfold.. Again the kitchens paused as the two young lords stepped forward, their gowns softly rustling as they moved into view.
" Father I…"
" Silence Elrohir! I have had enough of your deceit! You have disgraced me, and you have disgraced this land." Elrond stood facing his sons. " Did you even consider the consequences that your actions would have? Consider how you would affect your friends and family?"
Elrond's anger blazed filling the room with an electric charge. Elrohir stood there, stunned into silence by his fathers outburst. He shifted his gaze to the meek figure sitting in Glorfindel's lap, wincing at the overwhelming guilt creeping into his heart.
" Father, it was not only myself! Thranduil's daughter…"
" We are not speaking of Linuel, Elrohir. That is Thranduil's problem. What we are discussing is your blatant disregard for your family!" Elrond turned moving back to stand beside Glorfindel and Legolas. " Your foolishness has now affected another. One who should not have to be punished for your mistakes." His voice became softer as he reached out, lightly running his hand over Legolas' golden hair. " Leave us. I confine you to your room until the feast tonight."
" Feast father?" Elladan interrupted.
" Yes Elladan. We are to welcome the new Lord of Imladris in a manner that is fitting, and I can think of no better way." He turned back to his sons. " You are both dismissed. I have matters to attend to with Legolas."
The children of Elrond turned and left the kitchens and the soft murmurs from the staff began anew. The Elven Lord looked down to see Legolas nibbling at the small pastry that Glorfindel had given him. It was a step in the right direction he supposed.
" When you are finished little one, I would like to show you around and then to my tailors. We can't have you running around in those old clothes now, can we?" Legolas looked up tentatively, his eyes giving Elrond his consent.
" I'm afraid this is where I leave you. I shall deal with the preparations for tonight my Lord so don't worry about anything except your new charge." Glorfindel motioned for his betrothed to rise, and he stood behind him as Elrond coaxed him forward.
" Thank you Halrowen. I leave Glorfindel to give you my wishes for tonight." The head cook bowed slightly smiling at the trio before her.
" Don't you worry Lord. Pleased to meet you Master Legolas." Her effort was rewarded by a tentative smile, before the little prince was swept away. " It's not right Glorfindel. He's so young."
" Hush Halrowen. He is safe now, and you should know as well as I," He paused giving the cook a pointed look, " Elrond shall see that he is happy." Halrowen nodded, satisfied with his response. As she turned to begin her preparations he added to silently, " And so shall I…"
