Title: Hospitality pt. 9/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, if they were mine damned if I would share!! But they aren't so POOP!
Warnings: AU, slash, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted twincest.
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg, implied Elrond/OC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what he finds there in hospitality
is quite unexpected!
Notes: Well, since I’ll be vanishing for the month of November for the NaNoWriMo contest,
here is a chapter!! Thanks go to Orchyd for the Tolkien timeline help! Thanks also to MA
for the beta. Love ya! Enjoy and please review!!

 

'thoughts'

 

Rain lashing against the pavement seemed to echo Legolas’ dark mood as he stared out at
the storm that battered Imladris. He looked down at the letter that was being crushed in
his clenched fist and loosened his hold. He smoothed out the crumpled parchment and
stared unseeingly at the words that were already etched on his mind.

 

~Dear meleth.(love)

 

As you are reading this, the news that Elladan and I have been sent on a mission to clear
a path for the Fellowship has most likely been delivered to you as well. We did not have
time to find you, so our haste will most likely cost us precious time together before you
leave on your mission.

 

Since we cannot say in person how much you mean to us, this letter must do. You are the
other part of our souls, ernilem. You bring light to our shadowed hearts and lifted the
grief from our souls with your love. You are brave, gentle, and loyal, qualities that we
value more than you know. (our prince)

 

What was said earlier was not meant in harshness. Only fear. We fear that we shall lose
each other and when you accepted the decree, our hearts stilled with that fear. But it
is, as we have both come to realize in these days of your absence in our lives, that it
was and is a foolish fear. You are strength itself, skilled and amongst the best of us in
the ways of war. Though the words seem placating and belated, we both agree that to have
your bow guarding our backs would be the wisest of all decisions and you were correctly
chosen.

 

Apologies will never seem enough for what we said to injure your pride, but allow us to
try. Allow us into your heart again, meleth. I pray to the Valar that we shall see each
other again, hale and whole and in peaceful times.

 

With eternal love,

Elrohir and Elladan~

 

Sighing softly as his hand dropped once more to his side, Legolas gazed out at the raging
storm once more. That had been half a month ago and the next day was when the Fellowship
was to take its leave onto its mission. No word had been given for the whereabouts of the
twin sons of Elrond and Legolas had given up hope on hearing any change in that. His
heart clenched once more as he remembered their last parting. ‘Never part in anger for
you may not see them again. Ai, nana…I wish I would have remembered that…’ he thought in
agony as tears came to his eyes once more and he sat down heavily on the windowsill.

 

“Ernilen?” The soft query broke through Legolas’ melancholy and he looked over to smile
slightly at his best friend. Calenglîr smiled back as he came in, bowing his head. “May I
speak with you, meldiren?” (my prince; my dear friend)

 

“You can always speak to me, Calenglîr,” Legolas replied warmly as he bowed his head
slightly before moving to his table. He sat down, nodding as Calenglîr joined him. “What
is it you wish to speak with me on, meldir? Will you be returning to Mirkwood?” he asked
quietly as he poured them both a cup of tea.

                                                                                                                          

Accepting the offered cup, Calenglîr looked silently into it before replying. “Nay. I
will be staying here…I shall not ever be returning to Mirkwood.”

 

Blinking in surprise, then understanding, Legolas smiled as he nodded. “As I expected.”
He sighed as he sipped his tea before continuing. “I suppose you have some wise words for
me on my situation. I am surprised you did not try to talk me out of going,” he
commented, smiling semi-sadly.

 

“And know I would fail? Please, allow me to conserve my breath on more worthy arguments,”
Calenglîr replied with a roll of his eyes. Legolas laughed quietly, earning a playful
swat from his friend before the advisor continued. “Nay, meldiren. You will choose your
own path. But do remember that your heart is valuable as well,” he said quietly before
placing a hand on Legolas’ leg. “And I know that your heart has wept with this fight
between you and the twins. Do you accept now why they did what they did?” he asked gently
as he watched his friend.

 

“Aye, more than they know. But my stubborn pride…” Legolas bit his lip on the fresh tears
that appeared in his eyes.

 

“Aye, your pride is something that your father would be proud of I should think,”
Calenglîr agreed in amusement, earning a sharp, yet just as amused look from the Prince.
He sighed as he shrugged and sat back in his chair. “You leave in the morrow. Do you wish
for me or Elrond to give them a message?”

 

Legolas sat back as well, looking out at the storm as it gusted through the peaceful
vale. “Aye, but I must think on it,” he murmured before looking at his friend. “I will
not keep you here when you long to be with Elrond. You may go.”

 

“Pishposh…he can wait. He has me all night. You I shall have to watch leave! I think my
dear Peredhel can wait with this knowledge,” Calenglîr replied with a flippant wave of
his hand, grinning as his response earned a chuckle from the melancholy Wood-Elf.
“Besides…I do not think you wish to be alone at this moment.”

 

Looking at his friend tearfully, Legolas shook his head. “Nay…I do not…” he whispered
before Calenglîr moved to him and held him close. The forest Prince began to weep, both
in sorrow and fear for what the morrow held for them. He knew he would have to write his
own apology to his lovers, but right now, he needed to be reminded on the goodness in the
world.

 

*~~**~~*

 

[A month and a half after the departure of the Fellowship from Imladris]

 

Elladan sat down slowly in a chair before his father’s desk, as ashen-faced as his
brother at the news that was shared. They had returned only three days before to find, to
their dismay, that they had missed their chance to speak truly with Legolas. A simple
letter to them both had eased their hearts, but not much. They longed to speak with him
face to face.

 

But now, a letter from Galadriel had stilled their hearts with grief. Mithrandir…had
fallen into the shadows of Moria. The Fellowship had continued on after a brief stay in
the Golden wood, but the sorrow that held the now Eight was worrisome enough.

 

“Ada…what should we do?” Elrohir broke the grief-stricken stillness that had fallen over
the gathered.

 

Elrond looked up from where his gaze had been on the damning letter and focused weary
eyes upon his youngest. “The Fellowship will continue until the Falls of Rauros.
There…they will part for circumstances that require them to go on separate paths. After
that, their futures are cloudy at best,” he murmured quietly.

 

Shaken, the twins looked at each other. Legolas…what about their beloved archer? They
both focused on their father as he stood and went to the windows, where Calenglîr joined
him silently. “Ada…”

 

“I know what you would ask, Elladan. I do not know what comes for Legolas,” Elrond
interrupted his son as he leaned into his lover, seeking strength that was waning. The
twins looked at each other again, eyes filled with worry as they thought on what they
could do. “However.” They both looked forward again in surprise at this continuation.
Elrond turned to them and smiled quietly. “However…I need you to gather the Dunedain. The
return of the King is approaching and he will need his people and the ones he trusts most
at his side for the trials there. I foresee that it will be most important in the final
battle if they survive up until then.”

 

“Ada…are you asking us to go?” Elrohir asked quietly in hope as he and Elladan sat up
straighter.

 

“Aye and with haste. While it is not for certain, in the end, you may be the last line of
defense should they fail,” Elrond replied with a nod. “Go…and may the Valar protect you.”

 

“You can count on us, Ada. We shall make all haste and return here to know where they are
so we may join up with them,” Elladan stated as he and his twin stood immediately, eager
to begin.

 

Smiling softly as he came over, Elrond took his sons’ hands and squeezed them. “So that
you know, I bless your love with all my heart. Go, return to him, and then…return to me,”
he whispered tenderly. He held them close, kissing their temples before stepping back,
smiling at them.

 

“Ada…for you, we also approve. And we both know Nana would approve,” Elladan whispered
with a smile, eyes twinkling as Elrond smiled brilliantly at them.

 

“Thank you my sons,” Elrond whispered, smiling as Calenglîr came over by them, smiling in
relief.

 

“Aye, hannon le, Elladan…Elrohir. Please take care of my best friend,” Calenglîr added
quietly as he laced his arm through Elrond’s elbow. (Thank you)

 

“We best prepare ourselves, brother and leave to find the Dunedain. It shall take us a
bit to find them,” Elrohir said with a smile at his brother before they left immediately
to pack.

 

Calenglîr sat his lover down and leaned against the desk. “Do not worry, melethen vorn.
They will not fail and I believe that Legolas will be waiting for them,” he said warmly,
winking playfully. (my dark love)

 

“I know. Now…come to me,” Elrond replied with a smile before pulling his lover onto his
lap. He knew in his heart that he had to believe that everything would work out. He just
had to.

 

TBC