I edited this chapter one more time.

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A few weeks later he saw Legolas close to the stables observing the youth adan (human man) who was accepted in Rivendell. He had no parents, no voice, money or place to go. To make himself useful he insisted in helping the valley so he became the stable boy. He limped as his ankles were crushed when the elves found him but it was too late to heal it properly.

Elladan saw the sky blue eyes staring at the young man carrying two stacks of hay. There was compassion and his eyes were moist.

After overcoming his shock Legolas let his books fall on the snow without caring and ran after the youth to help him.

The boy was clearly surprised as he always worked and preferred to be alone - Elladan had tried to become friends with him before - but ended up letting Legolas help after much insistence.

That night he stared at his ceiling, utterly and devastatingly in love with the elf. There was no denying. It happened when he first lay eyes on the blonde.

Next morning all he could think about was how he was going to get closer to the Sindar. Whatever he ended up choosing, marrying his father or not, Elladan was going to be of service and comfort to him. It was Legolas compassionate heart that had sealed his fate and Elladan couldn't escape.

Breakfast and lunch came and Elladan went to the dining hall diligently but disappointed to find Legolas didn't join them all day. In fact, the prince seemed to be more and more absent and everytime it scared Elladan that the Sindar could be running away again. The Prince surely healed from what happened weeks ago, if he wasn't fading...

'Son.' Elrond talked to him for the first time since their quarrel.

Elladan raised an eyebrow without intending to be identical to his father. 'Yes, Ada?'

'As you seem so taken by my future consort, why don't you go and take some dinner to him? He is surely locked in his rooms again.'

Elladan thought about protesting but thought better of it. He went to the kitchens and grabbed potato soup, hard bread and some fruits. It was all he found.

His hands shook a little. Why didn't he think of this before? It would be a perfect excuse to knock and show his worry, offering his friendship again and maybe gain the prince's trust slowly. Instead, his only brilliant idea seemed to be to stalk the hallways in the dark like a creepy admirer.

He knocked the door but there was no reply. He didn't know if this was normal as he was always too far away when he hid and observed Glorfindel, Elrond or the servants come to the prince's room. He tried again and then hesitantly turned the knob.

Strange, the room was very dark. Did he sleep very early then? He entered the room deciding to leave the tray in there for the elf who would surely feel hungry at some point. There were two candles, one over each bedside table that were almost out. When he got near the bed enough he almost dropped the food.

Wide-eyed he saw Legolas completely naked in bed. On each side of the sinew Sindar were Nessimarmo and Merkaorne, two of the most lustful elves guarding the borders and that Elladan saw leaving the public baths. Things began to make sense. They must have been inside and flirted with Legolas, maybe that's why Elladan was called a pervert too. Maybe Legolas thought he was a third creep following him around. But then wasn't the Prince a lustful one as well?

Feeling his heart shatter Elladan put the tray on the table near the door on his way out. He wasn't very careful and made some noise as his emotions were in turmoil and his body reacted accordingly.

'Who's there?' A sleepy, drowsy voice asked. Elladan pressed his eyes closed and breathed deeply before turning.

Legolas eyes were narrow as if he was trying to see who it was. His head swayed a little from side to side then he stared at his own naked body, then he jerked to one side then another, staring at the elves beside him. He looked at Elladan pleadingly and the raven-haired frowned.

'It looks like I am not the immoral you took me for Legolas, but the three of you.'

'What? Elladan?' Legolas' eyes widened.

Elladan ran from the room without closing the door.

In the stables, he found his stallion and the older twin just took off. He was furious, hurt and it all cut him too deeply. He had his sword at his waist and a dagger in his boots. Since his naneth's (mother) attack, he used to cleanse his soul by ridding Arda of orcs and foul creatures. He dropped the habit long ago but Elrohir continued as his anger ran more deeply. Elrohir has always been more man than Elladan. But this night only battle could help him find calm again. He had guarded his heart so carefully, seeing what love did to others while trying to avoid exactly this. He was too impulsive. Legolas had fooled him well with his shy demeanor, his aloofness. Elladan shouted to the frosty wind, ready to cut some yrch's heads.

He rode for hours until his horse got tired. Then he stopped a little when he found a creek to let his beloved friend drink. 'I'm sorry'. He patted the horse's neck.

Elladan sat heavily by the shore seeing still, the vivid image of Legolas after sex. Two naked bodies beside him and his hypocritical, drowsy expression.

Elladan frowned... Drowsy... Legolas was sleeping very early, he had thought. A gripping fear begun to grip his heart slowly. Could it be? Even if it wasn't, it was selfish of him to not continue to offer his support. If he only of himself, then it would be easier just to distance himself from the blonde Prince... Already his compassionate heart begun to forgive Legolas as the Sindar owed him nothing. And even if Legolas was promiscuous that didn't change the fact he was brought there against his will. Maybe he was getting a revenge on Elrond, he was very young after all. Elladan himself had rebelled in his youth. He felt a pang in his heart remembering how young Legolas was to have his freedom taken away like this.

His anger was gone and Elladan mounted the stallion again. 'I'm sorry but we have to go back in haste as well.'

It didn't matter, he thought to himself. He loved Legolas, there was no turning back now. At the same time a suspicion started to choke him and he begged that his animal friend to ride faster. After what it felt like an eternity he reached his home and ran towards Legolas' room. He would beg for forgiveness and continue to watch the Sindar from afar. He would tell him that he had no right to judge. No one else seemed to care for Legolas but lust after his beauty, he would make sure he was safe until the Prince could see Imladris as his home. If Legolas ended up loving his father and decided to marry him, so be it. But... he had to know... he suspected that... No, it wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

He swang the door open without any sound and was stunned by the scene that greeted him.

Legolas wrists were tied to the bed and he writhed in agony, clearly wanting to get out. Elrond had shed his over tunic and his thin undershirt was unbuttoned halfway already. He lay on top of the prince. '...tired of waiting.' Elrond was saying.

'Get off me!' Legolas barked. 'I'm going to kill you!'

'You are in no position to make threats.' Elrond chuckled. He had his hand on Legolas' behind and the elf froze in fear at something that happened back there.

'Please...' The blonde's courage seemed to falter. 'I've never done this before, please!'

This time Elladan didn't freeze. He unsheathed his sword and Elrond turned at the sound.