The 'Life in Imladris' Arc – stories focused on the inhabitants of Rivendell.
Deception and Heartbreak

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Chapter Fifteen

Glorfindel had sent Elrohir and Legolas on ahead of him. He needed time to regain his composure before meeting one of his favorite elves of all time, the king of Mirkwood. Of course, his ire at the woodland elf didn't have anything to do with Thranduil showering Elrond with some choice words a few decades ago. Glorfindel did not appreciate others making threats towards one of the Peredhil, even if the threats were idle.

The tension between his father and new friend were completely lost on Legolas as he practically dragged Elrohir back to the main house. Elrohir gracefully complied with the silent request for haste until something, or rather someone, caught his attention.

"Legolas, wait," Elrohir hissed, pulling the prince back behind a carefully pruned bush that acted as a natural barrier to one of the gardens in front of the main house.

"We must meet my father!" Legolas insisted.

"Sh! He will not arrive for a few more minutes," Elrohir assured the younger elf in a tense whisper. "He was still near the border when I left to find you."

"What do you see?" Legolas asked, resigning to his host's delay. He peered around the large leaves to see a red-headed young elleth sitting on one of the stone benches. She held a pad and a bit of charcoal but she seemed to have given up sketching for the moment. "I thought you did not like her."

"I don't, now hush," Elrohir replied.

"Why are we hiding in a bush? Why do you not just go speak with her?" Legolas questioned, irritated. Sometimes the older elves were so foolish. Maidens were gross anyway.

"You must be quiet," Elrohir scolded. "Look, someone approaches."

"It is your brother," Legolas stated matter-of-factly.

"Thank you," Elrohir replied sarcastically. "I thought he looked somewhat familiar." Legolas scowled at the half-elf. "She has noticed him as well."

"Are you sure it is not the tree she finds so interesting?" Legolas taunted.

"Please be quiet," Elrohir pleaded, finally looking away from the elleth and at the young prince. "I promise we will go to meet your father soon."

"Fine," Legolas acquiesced. Elrohir gave him a tight smile before looking back to the object of his timid affections. To his surprise, she had left the bench and was walking quickly towards Elladan. He watched her progress curiously.

"My lord!" the maiden greeted as she stopped before the half-elf.

"My lady," Elladan replied. He made to step around her but she grabbed his arm.

"Where are you headed, my lord?" she inquired.

"I am not Elrohir so you may continue on your way," Elladan informed her, pulling his arm away somewhat harshly. The elleth was not fazed.

"It is not Elrohir I seek," she countered. "It is you I wished to know better. Are you not the older brother and therefore your father's heir?"

"If it is I you wish to know, then why do you act so attracted to my brother? Or is he just a means to an end?" The last sentence was said with a sneer and the young female realized she may have pushed too far. She had not expected Elladan to chose his brother over her.

Without denying the accusation and thereby confirming it to all who listened, she cried, "It does not matter who I end up with in the end, but I know you desire me!"

"You disgust me," Elladan snapped. "Let me pass."

"I will prove it!" she exclaimed and lunged forward, cupping her hands around Elladan's face and smashing her lips to his in a desperate kiss.

Legolas grew worried when his companion's face turned the color of freshly fallen snow. The younger twin could do nothing but watch in horror, his jaw unhinged, as Elladan grabbed the elleth by her shoulders and shoved her away angrily, raining livid words down on her head. She was nearly shaking by the time the older twin had finished his tirade and stormed away, back to the halls of his home.

"Elrohir?" Legolas whispered, nudging the older elf slightly. "Elrohir?"

"What?" The younger twin started, coming out of his state of shock and glancing over at the prince. "Oh, sorry. Come on, I'm sure your father is here by now." Elrohir grabbed Legolas' hand and dragged him out of the bush. This time he set the quick pace to the Last Homely House.

"Elrohir, slow down! You will make me trip," Legolas protested as he struggled to keep up with the taller elf's strides.

"I am sorry, Legolas." He slowed his pace minutely.

"No, stop!" Legolas dug his heels into the stone walkway, pulling back on the twin's hand.

"I'm sorry," Elrohir repeated, stopping and turning to look back at the prince.

"No, I'm sorry," Legolas retorted. He wrapped his arms around the older elf's waist in a tight hug. Elrohir was surprised for a moment, but then he returned the hug. Legolas didn't let go until he felt Elrohir pulling away. The older elf dropped to his haunches so he was eye level with the elfling.

"It's fine, Legolas," Elrohir assured him, brushing loose strands of hair from Legolas' furrowed brow. He gave the blond a weak smile. "Ellyth are yucky anyway, aren't they?"

"Yes," Legolas replied hesitantly. Elrohir stood and took the prince's hand again, this time proceeding at a normal walking pace. They encountered an elf passing through the main courtyard.

"Has King Thranduil arrived yet?" Elrohir questioned the elf.

"Yes. I believe he is currently being entertained by your father in the library, young lord," the elf replied. His tone belayed his lack of pleasure at having the king of all wood elves within their borders.

"Thank you," Elrohir nodded. He guided Legolas into the large building and through the halls to the homey library. Legolas' joy to greet his father had lessened greatly by the concern he felt for the half-elf leading him. Elrohir was acting remarkably collected but Legolas sensed that internally he was near to breaking. 'Stupid elleth,' he thought darkly. He wanted nothing to do with them.

tbc…

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Arialas – I get my Quenya from www-dot-geocities-dot-com/aikanaro42/dictionary and my Sindarin from Dragon Flame, a program you can download from the Sindarin Dictionary Project at www-dot-jrrvf-dot-com/hisweloke/sindar/ . Other than that, I just search for the words I want. I hope this helps.

Seeing-spots – You can use my translation if you like. I can just imagine Glorfindel getting irritated with his horse, lol. Fortunately, Legolas is a bit too young for this elleth.

Coolio – Lol, I'm glad you liked Glorfindel's name for Elrohir.