Title: Hospitality pt. 5/?  
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: I know I know…it's been FOREVER! I'm sorry, but the muses hit 
me elsewhere and RL has sucked so badly. Still sucks, but that's ok. If you 
notice, my Elvish is different in this and I will go over my previous 
chapters and fix them once I learn what I need so I am not bugging my 
current source. Outside of that, look for translations after the paragraphs in 
( ). Thanks to Orchyd for the beta and Elvish help. Not too much 
longer…Enjoy and please review!!  
 
'thoughts'  
 
"And the provisions shared between realms shall be discussed with your 
father in its entirety once the envoys come." Calenglîr's voice floated out 
soothingly as he sat at the desk within the Prince of Mirkwood's study. He 
glanced up, cocking an eyebrow as he noticed the lack of attention his 
words were receiving as Legolas continued to stare out the windows and 
into the gardens. Sighing softly, he shook his head, and then said, "And of 
course, all Elves shall serve me and we shall never have to worry about 
Elderberry juice," he said cheerfully.  
 
Legolas blinked, and then looked over at his best friend in surprise before 
smiling sheepishly. "I am sorry, meldir. I have not been paying attention, 
have I?" he asked in remorse, turning from the window he'd been looking 
out from and heading for the desk. (dear friend)  
 
Sighing again, Calenglîr smirked at his friend. "I suppose I can forgive 
you. You are not the only one thinking about what is happening." His eyes 
saddened as he gazed up at his friend. "It would seem that Imladris gave 
us more than hospitality," he murmured softly.  
 
"Aye... it gave us life and love that we did not know we needed," Legolas 
replied softly, looking sadly out the windows once again. The next day 
they would leave for Mirkwood to prepare his father for the upcoming 
treaty delegations, but nut somehow he knew he'd be leaving more than 
fair Imladris behind.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
"Your mind is not entirely here, /pen-valthenem/." Elrohir's voice was 
gentle as he rubbed Legolas' back tenderly, the sweat from their recent 
activities drying on their pale skin as they lay together.  
 
"My mind is on tomorrow. I do not wish to leave you or Elladan," Legolas 
replied wistfully while he turned his golden head up to gaze mournfully at 
his dark lover. His eyes looked troubled then. "Where is Elladan?" he 
asked suddenly, realizing that, in the heat of the unbidden passion that 
seeing Elrohir had brought on, he'd forgotten the other who had captured 
his heart.  
 
Smiling gently before pressing a kiss to the upturned lips, Elrohir 
murmured, "He is on duty. He tried to switch with someone, but 
Glorfindel was obstinate. He will not return until sundown."  
 
"Ai... I wanted to spend my last day with you both!" Legolas cried softly 
before he laid his head down on the strong chest of his darkling lover.  
 
"Avogosto, glaur.  E telitha ad," Elrohir whispered soothingly against the 
sweaty brow of his lover. He smiled gently as Legolas looked up; tears 
sparkling in the corners of the Prince's eyes, and the Elf-knight brushed 
the moisture away tenderly. "Avonallo, pen vain.  Natham ad erthannen.  
Isto hen thenin," he whispered softly, smiling as Legolas' eyes lightened 
with hopeful happiness. (Calm yourself, golden light. He will return. No 
tears, beautiful one. We shall be together once more. Know that with 
certainty.)  
 
Elrohir leaned his head in and brushed his lips over his golden Prince's, 
moaning when Legolas suddenly deepened the kiss. As Legolas shifted on 
top of him, Elrohir knew that he would make this memorable for them 
both, memorable enough to last them until they were together again.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
A gentle wind blew around Imladris as Ithil traveled slowly through the 
stars. Golden hair danced with the wind as Legolas stood on the balcony 
outside his bedroom. The soft beams of moonlight caressed his face in 
tender comfort as he gazed almost unseeingly at the surroundings of the 
peaceful valley.  
 
His gaze turned inside to where his lover, Elrohir, lay sleeping, a soft 
smile on the kiss bruised lips as the Peredhel dreamed. Legolas' own lips 
turned slightly up in response to the peace he saw on his dark lover's face, 
and then turned his eyes once more to the valley. He sighed quietly and 
closed his eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened as he remembered 
that, with Anor's rising, he would leave this valley for his home in 
Mirkwood.  
 
Strong arms encircled him from behind, breaking his sorrowful reverie 
and the Prince leaned back into the strong hold. He smiled softly as soft 
lips touched his neck and tasted of him, encouraging his head to fall back 
in pleasure and reassurance. "Elladan." The name fell from his lips in 
happiness as he leaned into his other lover's embrace.  
 
"How did you know it was I?" Elladan queried softly in amusement as he 
leaned his chin on one shoulder.  
 
Smiling as he leaned his head against Elladan's dark one, Legolas gazed 
out once more on the moonlit surroundings. "You always go for my neck 
in greeting. Elrohir goes for my ear and shoulder," he replied quietly, 
grinning as Elladan chuckled softly. "And your scent is just slightly 
different. Not by much though," he added as he turned his head to nuzzle 
the ebon braids that graced his twilight lover's head.  
 
"Aye, I smell of horse," Elladan replied facetiously, grinning as Legolas 
chuckled in amusement at that. He nuzzled his blond prince's neck once 
again, then whispered softly, "Return to bed. I shall bathe and be with you 
in but a few moments." He leaned up, and then smiled as Legolas turned 
in his hold and they kissed deeply.  
 
"Avodharo anann.  Aniron chen dâd dû hen," Legolas whispered softly as 
his fingers threaded through the tightly braided ebony silk of his beloved's. 
They went in together and parted ways, one to bathe, and the other to 
crawl into bed next to the sleeping twin. Legolas curled up into Elrohir's 
hold, smiling as a possessive arm curled around his waist and pulled him 
closer. He looked up and smiled as Elrohir blinked sleepily at him before 
they kissed languidly. (Do not take long. I want you both this night.)  
 
When Elladan joined them later, hair still damp from his bath, their 
passions rose even higher. The last thought that went through Legolas' 
mind as he was filled by and filling his twins, was that he knew he was 
home in their arms. As they lay together, each listening to the other's 
heartbeat, calm came over them and a firm knowledge that they would 
indeed find each other once again.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
The calming sounds of birds welcoming the morning surrounded the 
multiple parties of Elves that were readying themselves for their journeys 
the next morning. Legolas and Calenglîr were silent though, as they 
worked on saddling their horses and preparing to depart, making sure their 
documents were secure and well protected. Neither said much, but then, 
friends don't need to say much to understand. Both were lost in thought of 
what they were leaving behind as well as going home to and both were 
torn in longing.  
 
They turned as they heard the call to mount up from Celeborn and knew 
that it was soon time to go. They would accompany the Lothlorien 
contingent over the Hithaiglin before heading for Mirkwood to prepare 
King Thranduil for the upcoming negotiations.  All parties hoped that the 
negotiations would be more than successful.  
 
Calenglîr’s face lit up as Lords Elrond, Glorfindel, and Erestor came down 
to see them off, accompanied by the twins. Legolas’ own face softened as 
he saw his twins, the ones who had captured his heart and soul. He smiled 
softly to himself as Elrond went through the other delegation first, 
thinking to himself on how little time had passed since he had come to 
Imladris and how it hadn’t seemed enough.  
 
‘Only two weeks after we came did I finally follow my heart. Nay, not 
nearly long enough,’ he thought wistfully as he watched them. He grinned 
at Calenglîr as the other fairly bounced in anticipation. “Meldir... you do 
know that propriety is needed here. It is not well known you are sleeping 
with Elrond,” he warned with a chuckle.  
 
Pouting, Calenglîr glared at him. “And that can go the way of the Orcs as 
far as I am concerned,” the silver haired Elf replied loftily, then grinned as 
Legolas snorted in amusement. “Besides... 'tis not common knowledge 
that the Prince of Mirkwood enjoys a twin sandwich,” he said with a wide 
grin and laughed gleefully as Legolas’ cheeks tinged pink.  
 
They both quieted in their teasing of each other as Elrond came over to 
them, smiling softly. “I am sorry to see you both leave so soon,” he said 
softly as he clasped forearms with Legolas.  “Be safe and I shall pray that 
we see each other again,” he said warmly.  
 
“Do not worry, Lord Elrond. We shall return, if not to enjoy the hospitality 
shown us here in your fair vale,” Legolas replied just as warmly, eyes 
twinkling merrily.  
 
“Of that I most certainly concur,” Calenglîr whispered softly, smiling 
gently as Elrond turned to him. The two subtly moved behind Calenglîr’s 
steed for a private good bye while Legolas said his farewell to the other 
two Imladrin Lords.  
 
Finally, Elrohir and Elladan came before Legolas, eyes shining with 
mirroring sorrow and determination mingling with love. “You will not 
forget us, will you?” Elrohir whispered softly as they each held one of 
Legolas’ hands.  
 
“Nay, never. I long for the day we can be together in peace with no 
disruptions or sorrowful partings,” Legolas declared firmly as he gazed at 
them. Just at that moment, Galadriel glanced at them, then winked before 
leading the way out.  
 
“It would seem Iaurnana has granted us a parting gift,” Elladan said softly 
with a chuckle as the Galadhrim set off. (Grandmother)  
 
Legolas cocked an eyebrow at his lover in bemusement. “Such as?” he 
asked, and then moaned as he was hugged and kissed by them both, 
switching mouths periodically before they were all panting softly. Legolas 
cupped their faces lovingly, gazing up at them with shining eyes. “I will 
wait and watch for you, if you will do the same for me,” he whispered 
softly, firmly.  
 
Nodding in unison as they both cupped their blond love’s face, the twin 
sons of Elrond smiled. “We will wait,” they whispered in tandem before 
hugging their beloved Prince close once more.  
 
A soft cough alerted them that their time was up and they parted 
reluctantly. As the two Mirkwood Elves left, their eyes trailed back to the 
vale where their hearts remained. They knew for certain that they would 
not be parted long, even as their gazes lost sight of their beloved ones.  
 
TBC