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Title: Hospitality pt. 7/? 
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 apologize immensely to any and all who have been anticipating this 
next chapter!! Inspiration went the way of the Elves for this and now it's 
back with comrades! Thanks go to Orchyd for the Tolkien timeline help! 
Thanks also to MA for the beta. Love ya! Enjoy and please review!! 
 
'thoughts' 
 
Sixty-five years passed before Legolas and Calenglîr would be allowed to see 
their beloveds. A hard sixty-five years especially for the middle son of 
Thranduil. But, whether by fate or intervention, he was able to at the least 
send a letter to his beloved twins, keeping them apprised of situations as 
well as his love for them. They in turn, aided by many secret supporters, 
were able to confirm that love with tender letters secreted in the most 
unlikely of messengers. 
 
The first had been from Haldir, who had been sent to Mirkwood to negotiate 
trade between the Golden Wood and Mirkwood. Just before he had left Lorien, 
the twins had taken him aside and pleaded with him to deliver their letters. 
Much to his amusement, they had made many an offer before he had assured 
them that he would have done the request whole heartedly. So, it had been a 
delightful surprise when Legolas had welcomed Haldir into his home. 
 
The second had come in the form of Aragorn, the twins' foster brother. He 
had delivered the creature, Gollum, and had stayed for nigh unto half a 
year, learning from the Mirkwood Elves in many arts. He and Legolas had in 
turn become fast friends and had, over the years, exchanged letters as well. 
Aragorn had been the steadiest of all the 'letter deliverers' and the most 
welcome. 
 
The third, and one of the most surprising, had been Mithrandir. For, after 
he had given Legolas the much anticipated parchments, he had then spoken 
with Thranduil. No one knows what had been said, be it good or ill, but not 
much after that, Thranduil's decree upon his son was relented. 
 
And so, when the escape of Gollum and Elrond's summons came, it did not take 
much argument from Thranduil's middle child to earn him the right to go to 
Imladris to both deliver the news and represent his father's kingdom at the 
Council. So, with eager joy-filled hearts, Legolas and Calenglîr set off for 
Imladris where, for good or evil, all things were now converging. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
A deep heartfelt sigh left Legolas' lips as they came around the final bend 
before the entrance into the enchanted vale, Imladris. He smiled as he 
tilted his head when his friend chuckled, eyes sparkling with anticipation. 
"Who do you think shall be more eager…you or I?" the Prince asked teasingly, 
winking as his friend flushed. 
 
"Well, I should say you as you shall have two Elves to please while I shall 
have the one. But, I know for a fact that Elrond makes your two seem as 
Elflings so, let us say we are square?" Calenglîr replied, snickering as 
Legolas laughed at that. They rode alongside the other in companionable 
silence, both lost in thoughts of the ones whom they would be seeing after 
six and a half decades. Neither tried to think on the reasons they were 
there, focusing only on the anticipation of reunion. 
 
"Halt!" 
 
The firm command stopped them and they glanced about warily, sharp Elven 
eyes searching for the source of the command. They both smiled as a sentry 
appeared from the wood, arrow aimed at them. "Who comes to Imladris?" The 
sentry asked briskly, pale blue eyes narrowed in suspicion upon the two 
Mirkwood Elves. 
 
"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood and this is my companion, Calenglîr. We are 
here for the summons of Lord Elrond," Legolas replied clearly, sitting 
straighter in his seat as he gazed down at the sentry. 
 
Bowing his head in greeting as the arrow was lowered, the sentry smiled. "My 
greetings to you, Prince Legolas Thranduilion, Calenglîr. I shall escort you 
into the vale," he said warmly before turning and heading into the woods 
briefly, returning then with his steed to lead them in. 
 
Legolas glanced at his best friend, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. 
"Shall we see who the faster rider is?" he questioned sweetly before kneeing 
his mount into a gallop. Calenglîr's yelp of surprise mingled with the shout 
from the sentry followed the Prince as he took off in a headlong rush into 
Imladris. Grinning as he heard pursuit, Legolas leaned into the race 
gleefully. It had been a long time since he had felt so free. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Lord Elrond smiled softly as he waited with Glorfindel in the courtyard, 
having been alerted of the Mirkwood delegation's arrival. He was filled with 
anticipation, but had tamped it down in the common sense that Thranduil 
would not be *that* indulgent. Still…one could hope… 
 
He chuckled along with Glorfindel as a shout was heard and three steeds 
galloped into the courtyard, two of the three riders laughing together in 
enjoyment as they came into the main part of Imladris. Elrond winked at 
Glorfindel as the two slowed down and trotted towards them, eyes gleaming 
with excitement and anticipation while the sentry bowed to them and left to 
return to his post, muttering about crazy Mirkwood Elves. Facing the two, 
Elrond held his breath in delight as his eyes met with the ones he'd missed 
so much before focusing on the other pair. "Mae govannen, Legolas 
Thranduilion…Calenglîr. It has been many years," he welcomed them warmly as 
they dismounted and approached swiftly. 
 
"Mae govannen, Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel. It is a pleasure to return to 
your beautiful vale," Legolas returned warmly as he bowed his head and put 
his hand on his chest in salute. Calenglîr murmured the same, mirroring his 
Prince as he kept his eyes upon the one he'd longed for so much over the 
years. 
 
"You bring light in these dark times with your laughter, Prince. Tis good of 
you." Glorfindel's voice was filled with warm teasing as he came over and 
clasped arms with them both in greeting, then turned and winked at Legolas. 
"Come, my Prince. I shall show you to your rooms," he suggested with a wink 
and a tilt of his head towards Elrond and Calenglîr, who were now absorbed 
in just staring at the other. 
 
Chuckling lowly, Legolas nodded in agreement. "Aye, meldiren. Let us leave 
these two lovebirds to their own…distractions," he commented in agreement, 
earning a flushed smile from his best friend before following the Seneschal 
into the main building. He smiled as he looked up at his friend, then his 
eyes became sad. "Have Elrohir and Elladan taken leave?" he asked quietly, 
voicing the worry that had been nagging him since arrival. 
 
"Aye. They went to escort some of our people to the Grey Havens or at least 
most of the way as well as do some reconnaissance on the enemy's movements," 
Glorfindel responded quietly, darkly as they walked along the marble halls. 
 
"I see," Legolas murmured quietly as he glanced away sadly. He had been 
longing so much to see his beloved twins. Now, he had to wait even longer. 
He blinked as a warm hand fell to his shoulder, then looked up into the warm 
gaze of the Seneschal. 
 
"Do not fear, ernilen. They shall return ere before long. They would not 
wish to miss their hearts' desire," Glorfindel whispered reassuringly as he 
smiled, squeezing the strong shoulder under his hand before letting it drop 
to his side. 
 
Smiling in returned faith, Legolas nodded. "Aye, my thanks, meldiren. I long 
to see them and I can not wait until I can once more hold them close to me 
and I them," he affirmed with a loving smile and they continued in silence 
to his rooms. Once parted, Legolas went inside and proceeded to ready 
himself for an audience with Lord Elrond later. He knew that his best friend 
would be taking an…engagement…with the Peredhel Lord for quite a while, but 
all three knew that not all objectives of their return were to be so 
pleasant. Calenglîr had made a promise to make sure that his lover would 
have Legolas' time and the Prince knew that he could trust his friend to 
keep his priorities straight. So, with a relieved sigh, Legolas relaxed 
finally as he prepared himself for what was to come. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
Moonlight filtered through the trees of Imladris as Legolas walked through 
the gardens there. Already the decline of the Elves could be seen as the 
trees changed color and all around the vale was a slight chill that caught 
even the hardiest of creatures. Legolas shivered at what that meant for 
everyone if what Elrond had disclosed to him already was true. 
 
'The One Ring has returned, brought by a simple Halfling. And Sauron is 
raising his forces, aided by the white wizard Sarumon, who has betrayed us. 
Ai ada…you predicted that one well,' he thought in irony as he remembered 
his father's dark mutterings about the white wizard. 
 
"Mark my words, Legolas. That wizard will betray us. There is a look in his 
eyes of greed for power. He will be the one to join the dark armies of the 
returned Sauron, of that I am certain." 
 
Chuckling at how right his father was, Legolas shook his head. He stopped 
though as he saw two figures on a bridge over the Bruinen. Tilting his head, 
he stepped closer, then held his breath as he recognized Arwen and Aragorn. 
Eyes wide, Legolas realized finally that this was the maiden who had 
ensnared his dear friend's heart and of whom had brought such sorrow. 
'Luthien and Beren…ai it is a repeat of history,' he thought in despair, now 
knowing why his lovers' own letters had been tinged with despair. They too 
had foreseen their loving sister's fall and had grieved. 
 
Flushing as the two kissed softly, Legolas turned and went back down the 
path, suddenly longing for his beloved twins. They had yet to return and he 
was near dark with his despair. Must he wait for another six decades for 
their reuniting? 
 
He stopped suddenly as he looked up, sensing someone near. Eyes ahead, he 
focused on the shadow that emerged from the forest. He gasped softly as the 
shadow split into two, then became clear as they passed into the moonlight. 
His heart fluttered as he saw identical smiles and twinkling gray eyes as 
his adored twins emerged and stood before him. 
 
"My my…look brother. The sun has touched down and become flesh for we 
immortals," Elrohir's voice was rich with amusement as he winked at Legolas. 
 
"Mmm…indeed brother. I wonder how the sun would taste or feel. Shall we be 
burned?" Elladan returned, his own face wide with his teasing grin as 
Legolas beamed back. 
 
"Aye brother…lets." Elrohir whispered huskily as he let his eyes rove over 
Legolas hungrily, mirrored by both Elladan and Legolas, who did the same for 
them. Glancing at each other, the twins chuckled before moving forward 
immediately towards Legolas, who moved also to meet them. 
 
They came together, soft whispers of joy and sobs floated into the air as 
lips met in passionate frenzy between the three. Arms twined around each 
other as they touched, caressed, and tasted of the forbidden fruits that had 
been denied for so long, relishing in the dream finally made reality of a 
reunion. 
 
As if of one mind, they immediately returned to the buildings and Legolas' 
rooms, which were the closest. Their bodies became one once there, cries of 
joy and passion rising in the room several times throughout the night before 
exhaustion claimed them in a tangle of limbs, sheets, and hair. Contentment 
surrounded the trio even as the tide of darkness rose up, clouding their 
future. All that they needed…was each other. 
 
TBC 
 


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Title: Hospitality pt. 8/? 
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: And I am getting better at this! BWAHAHAHA! *coughcough* Thanks go to 
Orchyd for the Tolkien timeline help! Thanks also to MA for the beta. Love 
ya! Enjoy and please review!! 
 
'thoughts' 
 
The air was tense within the private study of Elrond. The Council had 
concluded with startling results and all gathered at the informal meeting 
were now trying to decide who would be accompanying the brave Hobbit, Frodo 
Baggins, to Mount Doom. 
 
Elrond had already decided on Gandalf, Aragorn, and Samwise Gamgee’s 
inclusion to the Fellowship, but now they were arguing on the last five. 
 
“I believe that one of the Dwarves should be included,” Glorfindel suggested 
softly from where he sat next to Erestor. He glanced over as Elladan 
snorted, earning a grin from Legolas and Elrohir. “You object, Elladan?” the 
Seneschal asked coolly. 
 
“Aye I do. Dwarves are hot-headed and short. They are worthless in a real 
battle,” Elladan replied in disdain as he wrinkled his nose. 
 
“Never judge a person or race for their stature, Elladan,” Elrond said 
sharply, glaring at his son for the comment. Elladan rolled his eyes and 
crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced away. Looking at the others 
present, Elrond cocked an eyebrow in a request for thoughts. “Any other 
objections?” 
 
“Not an objection, but a suggestion. Perhaps Gimli, son of Gloin, would be a 
proper choice?” Gandalf suggested with a genial smile. 
 
“A wise choice. He is more level-headed than his father,” Elrond murmured, 
rubbing his head as he remembered the uproar at the Council the other day. 
“Very well, Gimli then. And I suggest Boromir as well.” 
 
“Are you sure that is wise?” Elrohir asked quietly, concerned. “You saw how 
he reacted to the One Ring. If he does this while in battle, then all will 
be lost because of his weak will!” 
 
“But his loyalty is to his people. That alone will give him the strength to 
resist. And he is an excellent warrior and a trustworthy Man, very different 
from his father, the Steward of Gondor,” Elrond pointed out, smiling gently 
as Elrohir sighed and nodded in agreement. “Very well. I think the last 
should be Elves. They will need all the help they can receive.” 
 
“I suggest that Meriadoc Brandybuck instead be chosen,” Gandalf commented 
lightly as he sat back. 
 
“Why would we want another Hobbit? The little ones are sure to fall behind 
and they are too innocent!” Erestor asked in bemusement as he looked up from 
where he was scribing the meeting. 
 
“Meriadoc might not show it, but he has great potential for finding ways in 
spurring on allies. He will be needed,” Gandalf forged ahead, looking over 
at Elrond as the Half-Elf watched him thoughtfully. 
 
“Very well. Meriadoc shall be included with his brethren. It will give them 
heart to have them all together through this,” Elrond agreed after a few 
seconds, nodding. He sighed and rubbed his forehead, knowing this last part 
was going to be the hardest. “And I know of whom I wish to send as the Elf,” 
he murmured quietly, causing a hush to fall over the group. 
 
“Elf? One? But there are two spots open,” Elladan said softly, eyes 
narrowing in concern as his father looked at him wearily. “Who have you 
chosen?” he demanded, suddenly fearful. 
 
Looking down at his hands, Elrond replied firmly, “Legolas Thranduilion.” 
 
“Nay, Ada! You can not!” 
 
“Ada why?! Not alone!” 
 
The twins protested as they stood up, causing a soft uproar in the room as 
they argued with their father pleadingly. But the noise fell as Legolas 
stood and glared at the twins. “I will go.” 
 
Silence descended upon the group as they all looked at the Woodland Prince 
in either surprise or dismay. He didn’t move though as he turned his eyes to 
Elrond, having a silent conversation with the Peredhel Lord. The twins were 
too stunned to protest as they stared at their lover, dismayed at this show 
of impetuousness that had put the younger Elf into trouble before with them. 
 
Elrond slowly nodded as Legolas sat, smiling sadly. “I thank you, Legolas, 
for accepting,” he murmured respectfully, earning a stiff nod from the 
prince as he sat next to the twins. An awkward silence fell over the group 
and Elrond knew that it needed to end for now. “I think we shall all adjourn 
for the day and meet later for the decision on the last member,” he 
suggested softly and murmurs of assent floated up as the gathered stood and 
began to leave. He saw, to his dismay that Legolas left swiftly, not saying 
a word to either of his sons, to their consternation. He shook his head, 
knowing that things were going to be tense now. He would wait to make his 
request of his sons until later. For now…they needed this time together. 
 
*~~**~~* 
 
A cold wall seemed to slam into the twins as they came into the rooms that 
they shared with Legolas. Both looked at the other before proceeding with 
caution into the deathly silent main room. They glanced over as one as they 
heard the sounds of a quill upon parchment and saw their golden haired lover 
writing swiftly at the corner desk, obviously a letter to his father from 
the look he bore. He didn't move or even glance up as they approached him 
quietly, feeling their eyes scrutinize him intently as he wrote. 
 
Finishing, he folded the parchment neatly, and then sealed it with his crest 
before looking up at his lovers. The twins nearly recoiled at the angered 
look he leveled at them and stood straighter, determined to weather out this 
storm as any stubborn male would. Legolas did not speak as he stood slowly 
and came out from behind the desk to stand before them, his gaze as ice as 
it sliced through their defenses. Finally, his eyes flashed with more rage 
as he spoke in a clipped voice, "Why did you protest my being asked to be on 
the Fellowship?" 
 
Glancing at each other, Elladan and Elrohir hesitated, not wanting to 
further their lover's ire, but knowing that the wish was for naught. With a 
synchronous sigh, they turned their gaze back to Legolas, who was patiently 
awaiting their explanation. "Melethem…you know that you are our heart and 
soul. How could we, in good conscious, allow you to go on a mission that is 
doomed to folly?" Elladan finally whispered softly as he reached out for 
Legolas. (our love) 
 
Legolas took a single step back, showing that they were still very much in 
trouble with him as his cold gaze remained fixed upon them. "Are you 
claiming then that I am not worthy or able enough to be upon this desperate 
mission?" he hissed out, his eyes narrowing as they swallowed as one. 
 
"Nay…tis not that, pen valthenem. Tis only that we worry for you! This 
mission is doomed! No one can reach Mordor and live to tell the tale!" 
Elrohir protested pleadingly as he stepped forward and placed a hand on 
Legolas' arm. (our golden one) 
 
"And yet we must or else all will fall into darkness!" Legolas cried angrily 
as he shook off his lover's hand, glaring at them. "You would hold me back 
in my duty and honor to this world, and yet allow three Hobbits to go on 
such a perilous journey?! Surely you jest!!" he sneered, appalled at their 
reasoning. 
 
"Nay, ernilem! You misread us!" Elladan cried, now becoming angry as well as 
he stepped forward. (our prince) 
 
"I do not misread, for I see it in your eyes! You fear that I would fall! 
You fear that I would not be strong enough to make this journey and return!" 
Legolas roared back, slamming his fist on the desk in his fury. The twins 
fell silent, having never seen their lover *this* angered. He turned away 
from them and braced himself on the desk, his voice hissing as he struggled 
to control his anger. "I have made my choice and I gladly accept this duty. 
If you can not accept it, then that is your own problem! Now leave! I do not 
wish to see you this night!" 
 
Elrohir opened his mouth to protest, ashen-faced as he raised his hand, but 
Elladan intercepted him, shaking his head. Sadly, they cast a final longing 
gaze upon their love before turning and leaving. But, before they left, they 
stopped and looked over at the one bent over the desk. "For what it is 
worth, seron vell…we are proud that you accepted this task," Elladan said 
softly, eyes glistening with tears at the rigid posture that was their only 
reply. They turned and left the room, silence falling over the study when 
the door clicked shut. (dear lover) 
 
A few minutes passed and Legolas stood straight, shaking only slightly. He 
suddenly collapsed to his knees, burying his face in his arms as he wept, 
his sobs wracking his body. He stayed there; weeping in his anguish at what 
had been decided and said, praying for a light to shine his way in answers. 
 
TBC