Title: Hospitality pt. 1/?  
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 hints, eventual lemon later, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted twincest.  
Pairings: Elr/Ell, Ell/Elr/Leg later.  
Rating: Starts off at an innocent PG-13, but will get up to NC-17 eventually. Let it 
buuiiiild!!  
Summary: Legolas is asked to go to Imladris to represent his father for a special Council 
meeting. But, he finds out that the hospitality there is something worth wondering about!  
Notes: This is based on another pic done by the Theban Band found here: 
http://www.squidge.org/~praxisters/hospitality.html Drooled over without permission and 
inspiring, I take full blame for writing this. Additional translation notes at the bottom. 
Also, this is my first shot at this pairing, though I do so adore it! Yummy Elf on 
Elf…puuuuurr…enjoy and please review!!  
 
'thoughts'  
 
Sighing as he looked around, Legolas smiled slightly as he took in their new 
surroundings. He grinned as he caught his friend's eye, then continued his perusal of their 
surroundings. "So this is Imladris. If I had known the land was so beautiful, I would have 
asked father to let me come here eons ago!" He said with a laugh and grinned again as 
Calenglīr laughed as well.  
 
"Well, I hear that the hospitality is something to see here, Legolas ernīl-nin." Calenglīr 
said with a wink of his soft cornflower blue eyes and a slight toss of his silver mane. 
"Wildlife isn't the only exotic thing here, I have heard say."  
 
"Do you speak of young Arwen?" Legolas asked in curiosity.  
 
"Nay, I speak of the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. Many a heart has fallen for them. I 
wonder if you shall." Calenglīr mused teasingly as he brushed a stray lock of his silver 
hair behind a pointed ear.  
 
"Surely you jest! We have come here to represent my father, King Thranduil, to Imladris! 
Not dally the Lord's sons or any of them!" The blond prince replied somewhat 
laughingly, though his face was serious.  
 
"My apologies, mellon-nin. I meant no offense, only jested." Calenglīr apologized, 
bowing his head slightly.  
 
"None shall be taken so long as your remember our duties. You may dally. But I shall 
not. This is too important." Legolas replied softly, his eyes firm as they rode to the valley 
ridge. He smirked and glanced at his friend. "I'll race you to the valley!" He cried before 
kneeing his mount into a swift gallop, Calenglīr's surprised shout and laugh echoing 
behind briefly before the silver haired warrior elf joined his prince in the race.  
 
~**~~**~  
 
Laughing as they came to the edge of the valley's forest, Legolas and Calenglīr slowed 
their mounts to catch their breath. The horses tossed their heads happily, as exhilarated as 
their riders to have gotten the race after a long dull journey.  
 
But Legolas stopped suddenly, cocking his head. Almost unseen, he and Calenglīr had 
their bows out and notched as they searched the woods.  
 
"You bring joyful laughter, strangers to Imladris. And yet done so freely in unknown 
territory?" A soft voice called out near them as they looked for the source.  
 
"Is it wrong to enjoy what Nature has provided by the grace of the Valar?" Legolas called 
back out, smirking slightly as he trailed keen blue eyes over the shaded foliage around 
them.  
 
"Nay, stranger, it is not. But it is folly to give away your position when the Dark has been 
roaming of late." Another spoke out as two figures appeared, arrows aimed at the two 
travelers.  
 
"Would the Dark be allowed so close to Imladris? Surely you jest! Unless it is that its 
guardians are not as it is said." The Mirkwood prince asked archly as he put his bow and 
arrow away, then raised his hands placatingly.  
 
A bark of laughter the newcomer on the right. "Well met, stranger. Welcome to Imladris! 
I am Elladan, son of Elrond, Lord of Imladris. This is my brother, Elrohir." Elladan said 
with a grin as he gestured to his twin, who bowed his head in greeting.  
 
"I am Prince Legolas Thranduilon of Mirkwood. This is my friend and aide, Calenglīr." 
Legolas replied with a bow of his head, mirrored by Calenglīr. "We have come as 
representatives of Mirkwood for Lord Elrond's summons."  
 
"Welcome to Imladris, Prince of Mirkwood. We will guide you the rest of the way." 
Elrohir said with a soft smile before turning his steed with his brother to start the journey 
into Imladris.  
 
"It is appreciated." Calenglīr said with a wink at Legolas. The prince smirked back and 
just shook his head before following the twin sons of Elrond into Imladris. So far, all he'd 
glimpses of were gray eyes and chiseled features, for the helmets the two wore masked 
all else.  
 
They rode along amiably, asking and answering questions as they entered into the Last 
Homely House. Legolas and Calenglīr stopped speaking as they looked around in awe, 
stunned by the beauty surrounding them. The twins exchanged amused looks as they led 
the way into the main courtyard and were met by Erestor and Gildor.  
 
"Greetings, guests. To whom do we have the honor off meeting?" Erestor asked with a 
smile as the four dismounted and their horses were taken care of.  
 
"Legolas Thranduilon and Calenglīr of Mirkwood." Elladan said with a grin as he and his 
twin took off their helmets. A swift intake of breath was heard very briefly, catching their 
attention, while Erestor and Gildor returned the introductions and greetings. Elladan 
glanced over to see Legolas watching Elrohir and him briefly before focusing sharply on 
Erestor. Smirking softly, the twins locked twinkling gray eyes in triumphant amusement. 
This was going to be fun!  
 
The two advisors led Legolas and Calenglīr to be settled and the twins went in an 
opposite direction for their own rooms and then a visit with their father. Just as they were 
parting though, twin gray eyes locked with curious blue before parting and going separate 
ways. The twins looked at each other, then smiled softly. Some planning had to be done 
for the Mirkwood prince.  
 
~**~~**~  
 
With a soft sigh of pleasure, Legolas sank into the bath water blissfully. "Oh by the Valar 
this feels good…" He moaned out as he sank under then came up again after wetting his 
hair. He relaxed in the steaming water before grabbing the soaps and washed himself. 
'That's the one thing about traveling…no time to bathe.' He thought as he scrubbed his 
hair before sinking down again to rinse. When he came back up, he lay back against the 
stone lip and let the hot water soothe him as he thought on the day.  
 
Elrond had revealed to him the concerns on the rising darkness and that he feared the One 
Ring had returned to Middle Earth. Legolas frowned in concern over that thought as he 
ran his fingers through the wispy trails of hair that floated around him.  
 
'If the One Ring has returned, then all of us are in danger. Elrond was wise to call this 
Council. I just hope people will listen.' He thought darkly before getting out of the 
depressed bath and toweling himself off. He put on one of the deep green robes that hung 
in the guest wardrobe, then went into his guestroom to get his comb.  
 
He sat down on his bed, closing his eyes peacefully as he combed through his hair. He 
hummed softly, relaxing and failing to hear the soft sounds of his door opening and 
closing. He was thus startled all of a sudden as the comb left his fingers just as the bed 
dipped with the extra weight of two people. He opened his eyes slowly as the soft scent 
of lavender mixed with the smell of the woods floated to his senses. Looking up slowly 
as the comb was gingerly run through his hair, he smiled softly as another gentle hand ran 
down his right arm, caressing him with tingles. "I did not know that there was a custom 
of the twins of Lord Elrond to come and relax their guests." He said, his smile relaxing as 
he did.  
 
One of the twins, 'Elrohir' he thought, leaned closer with a little smile. "Ada asked us to 
make sure you were comfortable. 'Tis only proper that we show the Prince of Mirkwood 
true Imladris' hospitality." The twin purred out as he ran his fingers through the damn 
golden locks.  
 
"Do you suggest then that my friend will not receive equal treatment because he is not a 
prince?" Legolas asked softly, only half jesting.  
 
"Nay, Prince. We but wish to help relax you in this trying time." The other twin, Elladan, 
replied softly as he leaned his head in to nuzzle the wet locks. His eyes closed as slowly 
he gently fingered the opened robe and pushed it off ever so gently.  
 
Legolas slowly reached up and stopped the questing fingers, eyes half lidded, yet 
saddened. "Nay. I can not allow this. I represent my kingdom in this dangerous time and I 
will not fail our people or all of Arda, just for a moment's reprieve of my duties and a 
small dalliance with two exotic Elves." He whispered softly, his gentle tones sad, yet 
determined.  
 
The twins looked at each other in surprise briefly as the blond prince stood and moved 
fluidly to the window. Their matching gray eyes took in the form of the one who had 
rejected their offer thoughtfully, intrigued. Not many Elves or Elf maidens could deny the 
twin sons of Elrond when they approached. The fact that Legolas had done so and 
successfully made the two respect him even more.  
 
"Mae govannen, Legolas Thranduilon. We shall take our leave then at your behest." 
Elladan said softly, though there was the slightest hint of amusement in his soft tones.  
 
"But know this, prince…our offer stands. And you have but to ask." Elrohir said with a 
playful wink at his twin before they left.  
 
Sighing heavily, Legolas leaned his head against the cool stone pane. 'Aiya 
Elbereth…grant me the willpower to resist those two so I might not lose my path in this 
battle.' He prayed silently. But even as he winged his prayer to the unseen stars, he knew 
that he might not be able to resist such tempting spoils. But he would indeed try!  
 
TBC  
 
Translations:  
Mae govannen: Well met.  
Ernīl-nin: my prince  
Calenglīr: Green Light  
Ada: father  
Mellon-nin: my friend