Title: Hospitality pt. 3/?  
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, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted twincest, naughty imagery.  
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg later.  
Rating: Still PG-13, but it gets naughty!  
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what he finds there in hospitality is 
quite unexpected!  
Notes: Hey all!! Left ya hanging and I do apologize!! We left with Legolas teasing those 
twins…now we get to see whom the better tease is! Enjoy and please review!!  
 
'thoughts'  
 
Storming from the Council halls with an equally agitated Calenglīr behind him, Legolas 
growled softly as he all but ripped his crown from his head. He stomped into his rooms 
and, with a snarl of frustrated anger, threw the metal band hard into a corner, filling the 
tense silence with a ring as it clanged into the stone wall and floor. He growled softly as 
he began pacing his room, ignoring the now concerned look he was earning from his best 
friend. Rarely did the Mirkwood prince ever lose his temper. But when it was loosed, 
even the trees bowed down to it.  
 
"Those FOOLS! The longer we wait to do something, the more power Sauron will 
gather! Wait for the Ring to appear indeed…who do they think it is?! Some kind of 
trinket that will bend to their peerless wisdom?!" Legolas demanded of the room, raging 
at the foolishness of the group he had been forced to listen and try to lend his advice to.  
 
"They know not what we have been through. Perhaps that is why your father did not 
come and instead sent you, ernīl taur-nin." Calenglīr said patiently, his own ire having 
calmed in the face of his prince's rage.  
 
"They know not?! Of course they know not!! They do not live in our darkening forests, 
where our very existence is a fight for survival!!" Legolas all but yelled at his friend. He 
stopped and took a calming breath, flushing with anger and embarrassment. "Forgive me, 
meldir…I meant not to take my rage out on you." He said softly as he brought his 
troubled gaze up to his friend's sympathetic one.  
 
"Tis no trouble, meldir. I am your friend and advisor. I did not take offense to your need 
to vent, for I feel it as well." Calenglīr replied easily, grinning and earning a rueful 
chuckle from his friend.  
 
"You know me well, meldir…diolle le." Legolas replied on a sigh as he sank into one of 
the plush high back chairs that adorned his room. He placed his head onto a hand, sighing 
again. "I do not know how Lord Elrond puts up with their meandering and pompousness. 
We are all of the Eldar…surely we could show some form of unity in the fight to stop the 
dark tide?" He spoke softly, getting his thoughts out as they whirled around in his head, 
as chaotic as his rage had been.  
 
Calenglīr knelt next to his friend, placing a soothing hand on a jiggling knee. Slowly, 
Legolas brought his troubled gaze to rest on his friend as his agitation slowed and stilled. 
Smiling softly up at his prince, Calenglīr said softly, "You need to relax, ernīl taur-nin. 
Come and have a bath and relax. We can go to the more public ones and perhaps you 
could persuade one of the fair maidens to massage away your tension, hmm?" He grinned 
as Legolas chuckled softly and shook his head in amusement.  
 
"Save for the last, I think I shall take you up on that offer. Come…let us go and relax in 
the springs." Legolas replied warmly as he reached a hand down to squeeze the one on 
his knee. Calenglīr smiled in agreement as he nodded and they both stood, still tense from 
the meeting, but more than willing to partake of the known relaxing methods offered at 
the fair vale of Imladris.  
 
~**~~**~  
 
Talking softly as they walked into the shielded, yet public springs, Calenglīr and Legolas 
made their way through the baths, looking for an empty one, hands clutching the towels 
around their waists modestly.  They stopped suddenly, curious, as they heard soft 
laughter float up from one of the more screened in springs as well as quiet talking. 
Moving over as they recognized one of the voices, the two Mirkwood inhabitants peered 
in subtly, their curiosity overwhelming.  
 
"Really, Ada…you need to relax more!" Elrohir's laugh rang out again as he sat behind 
his father, massaging the tense shoulders as his father relaxed in the bath with his twin.  
 
Elrond sighed heavily and shook his head. "Today was a disaster. I can not believe what 
Galadriel suggested, yet I was there, hearing it with my own ears." He said softly, then 
smirked as Elrohir pushed his shoulders down again. He let his head fall back onto his 
son's lap, closing his eyes as strong fingers worked into the tightened muscle. Elladan 
smiled softly as he watched their father, then reached under the water and brought up one 
slender foot to massage. The Imladrian Lord all but purred in pleasure as he sank down a 
bit more; his arms propped up on his other son's knees as the twins worked to relax their 
father with tenderness and patience.  
 
Calenglīr smirked as he looked at his prince, who was watching the scene intently, then 
licked his lips. He leaned in, whispering softly, "I wish that I were either one of the twins 
or the lord himself. I wouldn't mind either." He grinned as Legolas snapped his head 
around, astonished and blushing brightly.  
 
"Or perhaps you would like to come out so that you are not thought of as voyeurs." 
Elrond's voice floated out wryly as he sat still relaxed, though his face was creased with a 
smirk. Elladan and Elrohir were busy stifling their snickers as they worked on their father 
and waited for the culprits to emerge.  
 
Legolas shot a withering glare at his friend before creeping out sheepishly. "I apologize 
Lord Elrond…neither of us was intending to intrude." He said solemnly as he bowed his 
head while standing before the three Peredhil guiltily.  
 
"Well well…the young prince who would break up the Council has turned into an Elf of 
good taste!" Elladan said jovially, laughing as Elrond splashed him in exasperation as 
Legolas' face flushed swiftly.  
 
"He meant not to cause such a disturbance, my lords!" Calenglīr said in defense of his 
friend as he stepped forward boldly.  
 
"Sedh-pen beren. Ennas al-no eithad si." Elrond's voice held soft reprimand, yet a 
soothing tone as he sat up slowly, relaxedly. Calenglīr flushed and looked down, 
murmuring an apology as Legolas watched the Elf lord with respect and a slight tinge of 
fear.  
 
"Im thel-ū eithad an le egor i hūd." Legolas said softly, placing a hand before his friend to 
hold him back as he locked eyes with Elrond. His voice became vehement as he stepped 
forward. "Im innas-ū bronia-talath-nin an danna-vi na dśath." He whispered fiercely, eyes 
flashing firmly with his anger and certitude.  
 
Elrond held Legolas' gaze steadily for a few minutes, allowing the space to fill with 
silence as he listened to the prince's words and heart within them. He smiled and closed 
his eyes as he rolled his shoulders, relaxing. "And it shall not fall, Legolas of Mirkwood. 
Galadriel had some points, but she was forgetting that not everyone is protected with the 
powerful spells of the Rings of Power." He opened an eye to gaze at Legolas before 
bringing his face up to gaze at the youth. "We will find a way, I promise, ernīl-nin." He 
said firmly, smiling gently as Legolas visibly relaxed.  
 
"Hannad-evyr, Elrond…hannad le." The prince whispered with heartfelt sincerity as he 
smiled joyfully at the Lord of Imladris. Elrond inclined his head in acceptance of the 
thanks, then smiled back.  
 
Slapping the water lightly, Elladan smirked invitingly at the two Silvan elves. "Come and 
join us, mellyn-nin! I should think the hot waters shall relax you very much!" He said 
cheerfully, though his gaze locked with Legolas and a brief feeling passed between them, 
wrought with hidden meaning.  
 
Legolas smiled softly as he broke the spell by allowing his towel to drop before sliding 
into the pool with the three Peredhil, followed by Calenglīr. Elrond chuckled softly as he 
moved over to the other side of his son, saying, "Come, Legolas…take use of Elrohir's 
talents. He is very good at relaxing." He said invitingly.  
 
"As is Elladan." Elrohir demurred, smiling in delight at the praise, then shifted so Legolas 
could sit between his legs. He set to work, chuckling softly as Legolas' head fell back as 
the blond groaned in pleasure. He gazed down at the relaxing face, smiling softly as hazy 
blue met his gray while he worked into the tight muscles. He looked up and grinned as 
Elladan worked deep into Calenglīr's own shoulders, earning a purr of delight from the 
swiftly falling Elf.  
 
Elrond chuckled softly as he relaxed against the lip of the depressed tub, watching them 
with a grin. He knew of his sons' fascination with the Mirkwood prince, but also knew 
that Thranduil would not be pleased if things were to become more. But, who was he to 
stop such things? He chuckled again as Calenglīr began speaking to him softly about the 
council meeting, sliding over to sit next to the Imladrian lord as Elladan sank back into 
the pool and grabbed a lazy foot from the fair prince. 'Maybe I shall taste of Mirkwood's 
fruits as well.' The Peredhel thought in amusement as he spoke with the youth.  
 
Legolas watched everything in a hazy of relaxing pleasure, melting under the twins' 
ministrations. He looked up again into Elrohir's eyes and smirked as he saw the 
somewhat darkened cast the gray eyes had turned. The Half Elf leaned his head down, 
whispering softly, "You look so delicious, ernīl malthen-nin. I would love to see what 
you are in the aftermath of your climax." His voice purred in an erotic turn, causing the 
flaxen haired prince to moan slightly with desire. Smirking, the ebony haired Elf leaned 
back up and caught his brother's gaze, speaking silently on his success.  
 
Soon though, the group decided that becoming wrinkled from the water was not needed 
and all left the baths gracefully, coccooning themselves in soft robes of either brown or 
green. They spoke softly, laughing here and there when a quick remark was made by one 
of their group. Parting ways, the Imladris group went towards their wing while the 
Mirkwood party continued onto their wing, both somehow knowing that something was 
about to change…for the better.  
 
TBC  
 
Translations:  
Ernīl taur-nin- My forest prince  
Meldir: dear friend  
Mellyn-nin: my friends  
Sedh-pen beren. Ennas al-no eithad si- Be still, bold one. There is no insult here.  
Im thel-ū eithad an le egor i hūd- I meant no insult to you or the assembly.  
Im innas-ū bronia-talath-nin an danna-vi na dśath.- I will not endure my land to fall into 
darkness.  
Hannad-evyr…hannad le. –Thank you very much…thank you  
Diolle le- thank you.  
Ada- father  
Ernīl malthen-nin- my golden prince