Title: Acceptance.
Author: Morgana ~~  morganalebeau@yahoo.com or
morgana@avalon.cobweb.nl
Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel and Legolas/Lurtz.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Lurtz and Legolas enjoy their new relationship, but are not
easily accepted outside of Imladris. Elrond recovers from the abuse he
suffered at Ugluk's hands and his relationship with Glorfindel deepens.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings and all characters belong to Tolkien.
Author's Note; This is the sequel to 'Inside the Darkness'.  ~/~ depicts
writing.


Acceptance.



Lurtz tried hard to ignore the stares directed at him. He knew it had a
lot to do with the fact that Uruk-Hai had hurt the Lord of Imladris and
the little trust they had gained in him had now vanished. /I will spend
the rest of my life trying to win their trust./ But one look at Legolas,
sitting in front of him, reminded him why he was doing this. Being with
Legolas was worth it. The Elf had settled in front of him, taking the
reins and riding behind the litter, which was now being carried by the
twins. Glorfindel had pointed out that it was his turn to help carry the
litter, but Elrohir had told him to take the lead and ensure their safe
passage through this land. Glorfindel had scolded, but complied. 

Lurtz smiled, buried his face in Legolas' hair and inhaled his mate's
scent. Hearing the Elf's sparkling laugh, he wondered what amused
Legolas. "Elf?"

Legolas shook his head, and the golden locks teasingly caressed his
face. Lurtz felt cheerful as well; it probably had everything to do with
making love earlier. "Why are you laughing?"

"You are so predictable," said Legolas, still smiling. "Sniffing me..."
Secretly, he loved the fact that Lurtz's senses were always focused on
him. He hadn't thought he would enjoy Lurtz's possessiveness this much,
but it felt good to belong. 

"You smell of the forest and the flowers, of herbs and the sun..." Lurtz
stopped mid phrase when Legolas looked over his shoulder, giving him a
surprised look. 

"I did not know you were a poet." Legolas rested his head against
Lurtz's shoulder and grew aware of the looks several of the Elves were
giving them. He sighed. He had known all along that this wouldn't be
easy, but Ugluk torturing Elrond had made the Rivendell Elves suspicious
of Lurtz just when they had started to accept his presence. Lurtz tensed
behind him and he realized his mate had been thinking the same thing.
"It will take time, but do not give up on them. You must prove your true
nature to them so they know it is different from Ugluk's."

Lurtz nodded. "You speak wisely... But will I ever succeed in
befriending them?"

"You befriended me when you found me in that cave. You proved your worth
to me and you must do the same everywhere we go."

Lurtz drew in a deep breath. "Everywhere --we-- go." That was what he
had needed to hear. "You won't ever leave me?"

Legolas locked eyes with Lurtz. "We are mated for life, remember?"

Lurtz wished his doubts would fade, but he still expected this to end
abruptly. "Don't you ever dare die on me."

"Elves..." started Legolas.

"Don't die easily," chuckled Lurtz. They had had similar arguments
before. He changed their subject. "Will we stay at Rivendell for a
while?"

"Aye," said Legolas thoughtfully. "You want to seek out their healers
and I... I need to inform my father that I took a mate."

"You still worry about that?" Lurtz understood only too well. "Are you
afraid he might no longer call you his son and disown you?" He didn't
like that at all. Legolas shouldn't be forced to make such sacrifices
for his sake!

"My father is a harsh but just man. I am counting on him to
understand... eventually." Lost in thought Legolas recalled Thandruil
sending him to Imladris to deliver a message and he had unexpectedly
ending up as a part of the Fellowship. He still regretted being parted
from the rest of company, knowing they needed him. Should he tell Lurtz
about the quest? Why he had ended up injured in that cave that night? 

"Lurtz?" started Legolas, feeling slightly nervous.

"Yes?" purred Lurtz in his lover's ear.

Legolas sighed at that purr, but shook himself, and concentrated again.
"Have you ever heard of the One Ring? The Ring Sauron used to control
all other rings?"

Lurtz frowned at the changed subject, but nodded. "I did. I think
Saruman mentioned it when I was created. He hungers for it."

/I forgot about Saruman. Aye, you know about the Ring. He probably
ordered you to find it for him./ Legolas moistened his lips. "That Ring
was found and it was decided that it should be destroyed. I was part of
the group that should take the Ring to Mount Doom where its fire would
destroy it. That was why I was attacked the night you found me."

Lurtz's frown deepened. "What happened to the others?"

"I hope Aragorn is leading them to Mount Doom." Legolas' heart flooded
with grief, recalling Gandalf and Boromir's death. Hopefully the
Halflings were still alive and well. He trusted Aragorn and Gimli to
take care of themselves, but the Hobbits needed protection. 

"And I took you away from them when I brought you to Rivendell. Why
didn't you tell me?"

"I was not sure I could confide in you..." Legolas looked at Lurtz
apologetically. "It is too late now to join them. I do not even know
their whereabouts."

"But you would like to join them again?" Lurtz wasn't sure what to think
of that. He understood that Legolas wanted to carry out this task, but
did that mean... "Will you leave me then?"

"I will never leave you," said Legolas firmly. "You would accompany me."

Lurtz stared at the blue sky. /They wouldn't accept me and he knows it.
That's why he remained silent until now./

"There is no need to discuss this now," said Legolas, sensing his mate's
tension. "We will stay at Imladris for several weeks and..."

"We could leave right away," offered Lurtz.

"Nay, the healers might be able to fix your teeth and I will not take
that away from you." Legolas turned in the saddle, staring deeply into
Lurtz's dark eyes. "When we decide to leave we will make that decision
together."

Lurtz nodded once. "But we could inquire about your friends'
whereabouts. We might join them eventually."

"We could," agreed Legolas. "I will ask Elrond when he is feeling
better."

Lurtz sighed blissfully when Legolas pushed back against him and he
folded one arm possessively around the Elf's waist. "Mine," he growled,
knowing it would please Legolas.

"You should growl more often..." mumbled Legolas, enjoying being held by
his mate.

"No, I don't think so. Every time I growl, they stare at me." 

Legolas peeked at the Rivendell Elves and found Lurtz's observation
correct. "They will get used to it."

"Will they?"

"They must."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel returned to the litter and glared at the twins. "It is my
turn now." This time he wouldn't be denied. 

Elladan looked over his shoulder at Elrohir, eyes sparkling with
mischief. "Do you think we should let him?" One more look told him that
Elrond was still asleep. Elrohir had given Elrond a particularly strong
brew before they had left and not even Elrond seemed able to wake
prematurely from this concoction. He secretly hoped that his father
wouldn't wake until they had reached Imladris. Elrond would love waking
up in his own rooms. 

"Aye, let him or his nagging might drive us insane." Elrohir and Elladan
slowly placed the litter on the ground and the whole group came to a
halt. Elrohir knelt beside Elrond and checked on his father. 

"How does he fare?" asked Glorfindel concerned. He still cringed at the
memory of setting Elrond's ankles. 

Elrohir placed his hand on Elrond's brow. "He feels warm but not hot to
the touch. I think he is actually comfortable... as comfortable as he
can be, that is."

Elladan took Asfaloth's reins, leading the horse away from the litter.
"I will take the lead for a short while."

"I will stay close to Ada," said Elrohir, raising an eyebrow when Lurtz
slid from his horse and walked toward the litter. 

"I will help carry the litter," offered Lurtz, knowing he could walk for
a long time without getting tired. "You can ride with Legolas." Lurtz
gestured Elrohir to slip on to horse's back. 

Elrohir nodded thankfully and slipped behind Legolas, relishing the
break. 

Lurtz and Glorfindel lifted the litter once more and set a steady place.
The group got in to motion again and they continued their way to
Imladris. 

"Do you think Elrond will walk again? Unaided?" Legolas looked over his
shoulder and met Elrohir's worried eyes. 

"I hope so. I do not think Ada would do well being confined to a chair
or his bed. But I am confident he will heal eventually." 

Legolas nodded; a full Elf would heal quickly, but Elrond and his
children were only part Elf. "I am sure Glorfindel will take very good
care of him. You seem to welcome their love."

Elrohir smiled warmly. "Aye, I want Ada to be happy and I have known
Glorfindel my entire life. He was my teacher and... When we were
children we thought he was our uncle. He was always there for us, when
we were hurt, when we fought... There were times when he had to separate
Elladan and me because we were butting heads and at other times he had
to track us down because we loved to play hide and seek. He was more
than a friend, so aye, I am happy for them."

"And how do you feel about Lurtz's presence?" asked Legolas in a
hesitant tone. He wouldn't blame Elrohir if he couldn't stand the sight
of Lurtz right now; he only hoped Elrohir would eventually realize that
Lurtz wasn't Ugluk.

Elrohir understood Legolas' nervousness. "I am angry with him for
sneaking out of Imladris after we offered him a home and our friendship,
but I also understand why he left."

Legolas frowned. "You are not angry with him for being..."

"Uruk-Hai?" Elrohir shook his head. "Nay. None of us can choose the race
they are born in to. I merely hope he will continue to strife for
acceptance. You have hard times ahead of you, meldir."

Legolas' eyes darkened. "I told him the same thing... So we are still
welcome at Imladris? I was not sure."

Elrohir smiled reassuringly at Legolas. "Meldir, Lurtz and you are
always welcome, but I do not envy you when you inform your father about
your new husband."

Legolas shivered. "I hope he will understand..."

Lurtz had caught those last words and he felt guilty for putting Legolas
in this position. /That is not true. Legolas chose to be with me... I
did not force him to be with me./ 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Imladris..." Elladan sighed happily for they had finally reached their
home. In the distance he made out Erestor, who was already approaching
in order to welcome them home. 

"Elladan, how badly injured is Lord Elrond?" Erestor waited impatiently
for Elladan to walk up to him. His sharp eyes made out the litter,
carried by Glorfindel and the Uruk-Hai, which Elrond had granted
sanctuary. 

"He will need time to recover, and I want to take him to his rooms right
now. Glorfindel will look after Ada." Elladan watched closely, ready to
assist when Glorfindel lifted a still sleeping Elrond, carrying him to
his rooms. "In the mean time Elrohir and I will take over Ada's
duties..."

Erestor nodded thoughtfully. "And the Uruk-Hai?"

"Lurtz can stay as long as he wants. Ada wanted him to have a second
chance and I stand by his decision. He is free to move through
Imladris." Elladan signaled Elrohir to join him. 

Elrohir slipped from the back of the horse, looking up at Legolas, who
longingly stared at Lurtz. It was obvious to everyone who bothered to
look that the two of them were in love. "Join us for breakfast in the
morning?"

"Thank you, we will be there..." Legolas steered his horse toward Lurtz
and the two of them disappeared in to the direction of the guest
quarters. Elrohir joined his brother, casting a glance at the stairway.
"Ada is in the best hands," said Elrohir softly. "I will check on him
later."

Elladan placed a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Come, gwanur-nīn, let us
eat and sleep as well. In the morning we will seek out Glorfindel and
Ada." He led his brother away, eager to see him rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Glorfindel lowered Elrond on to the bed, relieved the Lord of Imladris
was back home; safe. Elrond moaned softly, smiled and seemed to melt in
to the mattress. Glorfindel smiled adoringly, and then walked toward the
doorway, assuming Elrohir would want to sit with his father. 

"Where are you going?"

Elrond's voice startled Glorfindel. "I thought you were asleep." He
turned, and hesitantly met Elrond's eyes. "Are you in any pain? Do you
want me to fetch Elrohir or a healer?"

"Nay, I want you to come over here and sit down." Elrond patted the
space next to him. 

"Elrohir should be here any moment now. I do not know how to care for
you."

"You did an excellent job thus far," said Elrond thoughtfully as
Glorfindel sat down. He studied the blond's eyes, relieved to find the
darkness gone, but there was still a shyness to Glorfindel that
surprised him. "Is there anything you want to say?"

Glorfindel averted his eyes, unable to face Elrond. "I never wanted you
to know that Gil-galad refused to return to Arda." 

"That hurt, aye, but I am glad he refused." He hoped that would catch
Glorfindel's attention and it did. Cobalt eyes met his. "Because now I
have --you--."

Glorfindel cleared his throat, blushing faintly. 

"My, you are not used to being complimented, now are you?" Amused,
Elrond raised a hand and rested it against the blond's cheek. "Would you
keep me company tonight?"

Glorfindel's eyes widened, increasing Elrond's mirth. "I am sorry,
melethron, I did not mean to imply that... I merely want us to sleep
together... Uhm, in the same bed... You holding me." He shouldn't be
teasing Glorfindel, but he couldn't resist the temptation. 

"Now I know where the twins' got their mischievous streak." Glorfindel
wished his blush would fade. He hadn't blushed in centuries! 

"Lie down, Glorfindel and warm me." Elrond waited for Glorfindel to
remove his boots and cloak, and then opened his arms to welcome his
lover. "Hold me tight."

Feeling shy, Glorfindel obeyed. The last time he had held Elrond, the
half-Elf had been barely coherent. "Like this?"

"Aye..." Elrond sighed happily. "Will you stay for the night?"

"If you want me to..." Glorfindel pulled up the blankets and made sure
Elrond was warm. "You should see a healer in the morning. I do not know
if I set your ankles correctly. I never did that before and I only knew
what to do because I watched you do it in the past."

"Ssht," whispered Elrond. "You did well. There is no need to think you
did anything wrong." Elrond probed the blond's eyes. "The darkness is
gone. I almost feared losing you to Mandos."

"I regret putting you through that, Elrond. I did not know its call had
become that strong."

"Let us not talk about this any longer. We should be discussing other
things."

"Like what?" Glorfindel hesitantly raised a hand to stroke Elrond's
hair, loving the feel of the dark locks flowing through his fingers. 

Elrond sighed, seeing the expression in Glorfindel's eyes. "I never
realized just how deep your love ran."

Glorfindel smiled nervously. "I did not know you were attracted to me...
until that kiss..."

"Ah, ill timed, but it did clarify some things." Elrond returned the
gesture, fingering a lock of blond hair. Staring in Glorfindel's eyes he
wondered why he had waited so long to tell the blond about his feelings.
"We wasted so much time."

Glorfindel lost himself in Elrond's misty eyes and felt content having
his love close. 

Elrond noticed the distant expression and smiled. "You really do love
me..."

"Aye," was all Glorfindel could whisper, floating on feelings of intense
bliss and happiness. 

"Are you going to sleep or stare at me all night?"

"Do you mind me staring?" 

Elrond laughed warmly. "Ai, Glorfindel. never desert me."

"Never, melethryn."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Early in the morning, Legolas placed a piece a paper in front of him,
retrieved the quill and mentally prepared himself to write his father,
King Thandruil.

~Adar, I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but certain
things have happened and you deserve to hear this from me, not from a
stranger passing through Mirkwood.~

Why were the first words always the hardest? Legolas sighed and stared
at the ink Those words wouldn't appear on the paper by themselves so he
tried again. He dipped the quill in ink and continued. 

~A few weeks ago I was injured and I met... someone. His name is Lurtz
and he is an Uruk-Hai. You probably have heard of them by now as they
are attacking our borders as well. But Lurtz is different. When we met
he suffered from amnesia and he took care of me until I recovered.
Slowly I realized that we had become friends and eventually I had to
admit that we had become more than just friends.~

He paused, rereading the text and desperately tried to think of another
way to phrase it, but he the words didn't come to him. Frustrated, he
started to write once more.

~I realized that I was in love with him, and I did what you taught me to
do; not ever let go when you find love. I know that you probably do not
approve of my choice, but Lurtz is unlike anyone I ever met. He is
honorable, courageous, a skilled warrior, very protective of me and he
has a great sense of humor. He returned my feelings after I pursued him.
He did not seduce me, if that is what you are thinking. On the contrary,
I was very determined to claim him as my mate... and I did. ~

Legolas cringed, trying to imagine his father's expression while reading
this. Maybe he should phrase it differently, but he was at a loss for
words.

~I do not know if I am still welcome at home, and I do not want to
spring this upon you by bringing Lurtz home with me. You deserve to know
this on forehand so you can reach a decision.

Adar, you always loved me unconditionally and I know I am asking much,
but would you give him an opportunity to prove himself? I am sure you
would approve of him once you learn to look past his appearance. 

Adar, my hands tremble while I am writing you for I fear you will banish
me from Mirkwood and my heart grieves at that thought. 

Your son, Legolas Greenleaf.~

He placed the quill on the desk and reread the letter, cringing as he
fully realized how much depended on this. Mirkwood was his home and he
loved Thandruil dearly. His father had taught him right from wrong, to
love and not hate and he hoped his father still lived by those rules.
Being banished from Mirkwood also meant that he would never see his
brother again. Valthoron and he weren't as close as Elladan and Elrohir,
but they were good friends. He would greatly miss his family, but would
never consider giving up Lurtz to be with them. 

He folded the paper and sealed it. Leaning back in the chair, he
wondered if sending his father this letter was a wise thing to do. Maybe
he should wait, avoid the confrontation, but that didn't feel right
either. Nay, he had to do this now. His father shouldn't be told by
strangers. 

Legolas left the guest room Lurtz and he had been assigned and found a
messenger who was willing to take his letter to Mirkwood. He almost
turned back to retrieve the letter, having seconds thoughts, but stopped
himself. 

Trying to distract himself, he headed to the Healing House where Lurtz
had gone earlier. Hopefully the healers would be able to smooth Lurtz's
fangs. The disappointment and fear at hurting him that shone from
Lurtz's eyes when he tried to return a kiss was heart wrenching. 

Legolas listened closely and recognized Lurtz's voice. Following the
sound he arrived at the back of the house. Lurtz sat in a chair while
two healers were looking at his fangs, talking softly in their native
tongue, which Lurtz didn't understand. "Do you want me to translate?"
offered Legolas.

Lurtz startled, seeing Legolas while the healers were examining him, but
managed to shake his head. 

"I speak his language," said one healer, looking at his newest patient.
"I think it can be done, but it will take a weak at least, maybe
longer." 

The smile that flashed across Lurtz's features almost made Legolas weep.
"It can be done," Legolas repeated. "They can do it."

Lurtz quickly rose from the chair and gathered Legolas in his arms,
smiling giddily. "I will be able to kiss you... My greatest wish will
come true."

Legolas noticed the confused expression on the healers' faces, but
ignored them. "Aye, and you will kiss me... for long, endless hours."

Lurtz gave Legolas a long, probing look and realized something dark had
slipped in to his lover's eyes. Then he remembered. "You wrote your
father that letter?"

"A messenger is taking it to Mirkwood as we speak." Legolas rested his
head against Lurtz's chest and from the corner of his eye he watched the
healers leave the room. "I feel nervous. What if he does not accept this
bond? What if he disowns me and banishes me from Mirkwood? It is my
home. I grew up there. I would never see my father or brother again. I
do not want to live like that."

"Your family means a lot to you," said Lurtz, regretting that he was the
reason for Legolas' misery. 

"You mean a lot to me as well, but if I must choose, I choose you."

Lurtz held Legolas tightly, rubbing his lover's back with long, soothing
strokes. "If your father doesn't understand, we will make him." 

Legolas smiled saddened against Lurtz's chest, knowing only too well one
couldn't make Thandruil accept something against his will. "He is also
stubborn."

"Then it runs in the family," said Lurtz teasingly, earning a smile from
Legolas for his efforts. "Come, the twins expect us for breakfast." He
took Legolas' hand in his, rubbed the fingers and lent Legolas all the
emotional support his lover needed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elladan played with his food, pushing it from one side of his plate to
the other. It was a good thing Elrond wasn't near for his father wanted
him to --eat-- the food and not --play-- with it. He grinned privately,
understanding only too well that his father would always fuss over him.
His brother sat opposite him, devouring the food. "You must be hungry."

Elrohir nodded between bites. "Aye, I am..."

"So is there any food left for us?" said Legolas jokingly, stepping in
to the room, closely followed by Lurtz.

"Aye, help yourself." Elladan pointed at several food items on the
table. 

They both sat down. Legolas helped himself to some Lembas and fruit
while Lurtz watched Elrohir eat. He drank some tea, unable to bring
himself to eat in front of them. He didn't want them to stare at his
fangs. "How is Lord Elrond this morning?" He had caught Legolas' knowing
look, and quickly sipped his tea, making sure his fangs didn't show.

"I just checked on him," replied Elrohir, leaning back sated. "They are
both still asleep. They were so entangled I had to check which limbs
belonged to who!" 

Elladan chuckled. "Aye, Ada and Glorfindel will be at our mercy. It is
time we took some revenge for the times they teamed up against us when
we were children."

"Uhm, Elladan? We did deserve that spanking and their lectures. We were
trouble..."

"We still are," said Elladan proudly. Looking at Elrohir, he asked, "Do
you think Ada will need us today? I want to check the southern borders
to make sure Imladris' defenses are still intact. I do not want to be
taken by surprise again."

"Go, Elladan, I will keep an eye on Ada... and Glorfindel." Elrohir
planned to spend the day quietly, checking on his father occasionally
and rest some more. 

"Legolas, Lurtz, would you like to accompany me?" Elladan smiled
brightly. "I would love to have some company." 

"I can't," whispered Lurtz in an awkward tone. "I'm expected at the
Healing House at noon."

Elrohir, worried, leaned forward. "Why? Are you injured?" 

Legolas looked at Lurtz for permission and his lover nodded. "It is his
teeth... his fangs. They make him feel... uncomfortable. The healers
agreed to... smooth them, take off the jagged edges."

"That is why you are not eating," mumbled Elrohir. 

Lurtz averted his eyes and stared at the wall, not wanting to see the
loathing in their eyes when thinking of his fangs. 

"The healers are well trained," said Elrohir, catching Lurtz's evasive
gaze. "Ada trained them. The will help you the best they can."

"Thank you," said Lurtz nervously, suddenly eager to leave. 

Legolas rose to his feet and extended his hand. "Elladan? I will
accompany you when you inspect the southern borders. Please excuse us
for now."

The twins nodded and Lurtz got to his feet as well, following Legolas
out of the room. "I expected to see loathing in their eyes," whispered
Lurtz when the twins could no longer hear them.

"What did you see instead?" Legolas claimed Lurtz's hand, rubbing the
knuckles.

"Understanding, sympathy, but no pity." Lurtz actually smiled,
involuntarily showing Legolas his fangs. 

Legolas wrapped an arm around Lurtz and led his lover to the Healing
House. Once Lurtz's teeth had been fixed, he vowed to kiss his lover
breathless, driving him insane with long kisses. Those fangs wouldn't
keep them apart much longer.

TBC



Part 2
Thranduil 



"Adar?" Valthoron, heir to the throne of Mirkwood, approached his
father. Thranduil sat on the throne, staring at the floor listlessly.
"We have dealt with the attacks on the northern border and we have
defeated the Orcs."

"That is good news indeed," said Thranduil, forcing himself to smile at
his oldest son, not wanting to worry him. "Any news on Legolas?"

Valthoron shook his head. "Not yet. It appears he was injured several
weeks ago and got separated from the fellowship. His whereabouts are
unknown." He took a step closer to his father and knelt in front of him.
"I miss him as well."

Thranduil smiled saddened and nodded at his son. "I know you do. I
should never have sent him to attend Elrond's council." He placed a hand
on Valthoron's shoulder and pulled his son to his feet while he rose
from the throne. "But we must not give up hope. Legolas will contact us
when he can."

"I worry about his injuries," admitted Valthoron at last. "You know him,
Adar, he is stubborn and will continue his path, even in great pain."

"He inherited that from your mother." Thranduil's wife had sailed to
Valinor when Legolas had come of age. She had longed for her family who
had long crossed the sea to the Undying Lands. He still missed her
daily, and now that Legolas wasn't here he suffered twice, for Legolas
reminded him of her in more ways than one. Valthoron had taken after his
father, and was the oldest and should have been his favorite, but it was
Legolas who reminded him of the love he and his wife had shared. That
was the reason why the two boys had competed at times during their
childhood, each wanting to be their father's favorite, but they had
reached an understanding for which Thranduil was very thankful.
Valthoron was his heir, the next king of Mirkwood - if there still was a
Mirkwood after Saruman was finished with Middle Earth - and Legolas was
allowed to roam the lands, occasionally called back when formal matters
demanded his presence. 

Thranduil was glad Legolas was his youngest and not burdened with
affairs of state. Ruling Mirkwood would have slowly killed Legolas.
Mirkwood would have become his cage from which he could never break
free. Nay, Valthoron was more suited to rule Mirkwood when he would
sail, and finally join his beloved wife. 

"Adar?" 

Valthoron's concerned tone pulled him from his musings. Looking at his
son, he nodded once. "We should keep a close eye on the borders. I do
not want our people endangered. These Orcs and Uruk-Hai are under orders
to make us suffer. Increase the patrols and notify the sentries to be
even more alert. I will contact Celeborn and Elrond to let them know
that Saruman's creatures reached our borders."

Valthoron studied his father closely. Thranduil's stern features
revealed will power, and the ancient eyes told of long millennia in
which he had seen much misery and suffering. His father had the
reputation of being haughty and arrogant, and only a few saw beneath the
mask, which only slipped when he was with his sons. "You can count on
me, Adar."

Thranduil nodded thankfully. "You will make a good King, a better King
than I ever was. Now leave me, Valthoron. I desire to be alone for some
time."

"Do not worry too much," advised Valthoron and he almost kissed his
father on the cheek, like he used to do centuries ago when he was an
Elfling. His parents always showed their affection openly and it had
rubbed off on their two sons, but he wasn't sure the gesture was still
appropriate at his age. 

Thranduil caught his son's expression and patted Valthoron's cheek. "You
are in my heart as well, my son." 

Valthoron smiled brightly, gave his father a swift kiss on the cheek,
bowed and left the hall. 

Thranduil shook his head. Raising his sons was still a challenge even
when they were mature. "Legolas, where are you?" He truly worried about
his son. It had been weeks since he had last received a message and that
was very unlike Legolas. If only he had a clue where to start searching
for the elusive youngster!  

"Sire? A messenger from Imladris has arrived and is carrying a letter
for you," announced his seneschal. 

Thranduil was annoyed at not hearing them approach and turned about to
face them. "A letter?" he questioned the messenger.

"Aye, sire. It is from your son, Prince Legolas." The messenger
approached and handed Thranduil the letter, wondering about the relieved
expression on the King's face. 

"From Legolas?" Thranduil stared at the letter in obvious delight.
"Leave me alone then so I can read!" He instantly regretting raising his
voice. It were outbursts like these that made people wonder about his
temper. Maybe that was why his reputation outside of Mirkwood was so
bad. He almost apologized, seeing the messenger pale, but his seneschal
pulled the Imladris Elf with him, knowing his king needed privacy. 

Once he was alone Thranduil tore at the paper, eager to read what had
happened to his son. 

~Ada, I know it has been a while since I wrote to you, but certain
things have happened and you deserve to hear this from me, not from a
stranger passing through Mirkwood.~

"Ai, Legolas, this sounds bad. What did you do this time?" Thranduil
fondly recalled all the times Legolas had gotten himself in trouble in
the past, but he had managed to cope with everything... thus far. 

~A few weeks ago I was injured and I met... someone. His name is Lurtz
and he is an Uruk-Hai. You probably have heard of them by now as they
are attacking our borders as well. But Lurtz is different. When we met
he suffered from amnesia and he took care of me until I recovered.
Slowly I realized that we had become friends and eventually I had to
admit that we had become more than just friends.~

"What?" Thranduil shook his head and reread the paragraph. "An Uruk-Hai?
Legolas, you cannot be serious! More than friends? Ai, Legolas, do not
do this to me. I am old and you should not put me through this."

~I realized that I was in love with him, and I did what you taught me to
do; never let go when you find love. I know that you probably do not
approve of my choice, but Lurtz is unlike anyone I ever met. He is
honorable, courageous, a skilled warrior, very protective of me and he
has a great sense of humor. He returned my feelings after I pursued him.
He did not seduce me, if that is what you are thinking. On the contrary,
I was very determined to claim him as my mate... and I did. ~

Thranduil stared at the words, needing to voice his opinions. "You love
him? And you are using my own teachings against me." It was true; he had
told his children to return love when they found it and not mind the
opinions of others who might disapprove. "Honorable? Courageous...?" Oh,
he knew that that were the very things that attracted Legolas. "And a
sense of humor? You never stood a chance then," he chuckled, but then
composed himself. He should be mad with his youngest, not approve of
this folly!

"And I can just picture you seducing him, Legolas. You always had your
ways of getting what you wanted. You can still wrap me around your
little finger when you want to. Determined to claim him as your mate?
Why does that sound familiar to me?" Because he had pursued his wife in
a similar fashion while his parents disapproved of him marrying a maiden
instead of a Lord's daughter. "You are too much like me, Legolas... I do
not doubt you 'charmed' this Lurtz into accepting you as his mate. Ai,
Legolas..."

~I do not know if I am still welcome at home, and I do not want to
spring this upon you by bringing Lurtz home with me. You deserve to know
this on forehand so you can reach a decision. Ada, you always loved me
unconditionally and I know I am asking much, but would you give him an
opportunity to prove himself? I am sure you would approve of him once
you learn to look past his appearance.~

"Ai, Legolas, why are you doing this to me? I am old, and now you are
asking me to change my ways." Valthoron had told him about the
Uruk-Hai's viciousness when they had attacked their borders and he
instinctively hated the foul creatures, but now his son was asking him
to do away with his prejudice. "But I do appreciate it that you told me
personally, if only through a letter." He understood Legolas was
hesitant to appear unannounced, presenting his new mate. His eyes darted
back to "you always loved me unconditionally" and he knew he would give
this relationship a chance because his son had asked for it. 

"I cannot imagine you falling for one of Saruman's foul creatures, so
maybe you have a point and I should give this Lurtz an opportunity to
prove himself. But not when he knows he is being watched." His son's
happiness was very important to him and he was determined to make sure
Lurtz was worthy of his son. 

"Valthoron!" He returned to his throne, folding the letter and slipping
it into a pocket. 

"Adar?" Valthoron stepped back inside, wondering why his father had
summoned him. He was about to leave to inspect the borders and his
father knew that. Why call him back? 

Thranduil gave his oldest son a thoughtful look. It would be good for
Valthoron to be in charge for a short while. Valthoron would truly learn
his responsibility when ruling Mirkwood during his absence. "I am
leaving."

Valthoron's eyes widened. "Adar... what?" Had he misunderstood? As long
as he could remember his father had only left Mirkwood twice! "It must
have something to do with Legolas' letter then."

Thranduil wasn't surprised Valthoron knew about the letter. His
seneschal had probably informed Valthoron. "Legolas has gotten himself
into some kind of trouble and I will see to it myself."

"I could go instead," offered Valthoron. "You are the heart of Mirkwood,
we need you."

Thranduil smiled. "You are my heir. It is time to test your wings and
fly."

Valthoron blushed. "But Adar..."

"You were trained for this moment and I know you are ready for this.
Now, I will be leaving in an hour. Prepare everything for my departure."

Valthoron nodded, dazed. Thranduil was leaving him in charge of
Mirkwood? What if he disappointed his father?

Thranduil walked toward his son, placed a hand on Valthoron's shoulder
and smiled warmly. "Do not doubt yourself."

Valthoron took heart and nodded. "I will make sure everything is ready
for your departure... Adar, what is wrong with my brother?"

"He has taken a new mate..."

Valthoron sighed, relieved. "Remember the time when he announced he was
in love with Celeborn when he visited our realm?"

Thranduil remembered the incident very well. Celeborn had acted unfazed,
but Legolas had followed the Lord of the Golden Wood for days. "He was
only twenty years old... A child." 

"And now he has lost his heart again?" Valthoron smiled fondly. 

"Aye, but I am not sure about his choice..." Thranduil decided against
revealing the identity of Legolas' chosen mate. "I will travel to
Imladris and..."

"That is where he is hiding?" Valthoron nodded knowingly. "Scared to
face us, is he not?"

Thranduil returned Valthoron's grin. "Aye... I will watch them until I
am sure they are good for each other."

Valthoron cringed. "You won't reveal your presence to my brother...
Ai..." He did understand his father though. Thranduil was very
protective of Legolas and he felt the same way about his brother. "Will
you give him my love when you do reveal yourself to them?"

Thranduil nodded. "Aye, I will..." Secretly he enjoyed the prospect of
traveling once more after all these years. Although he loved Mirkwood it
felt as a cage to him at times. 

"I will organize your escort," said Valthoron, about to leave the hall.

"No escort, I will travel alone."

Valthoron gulped. "Adar, these are dangerous times."

"Do you doubt my ability to take care of myself?" 

"Nay, but..."

"No escort," decreed Thranduil. He wanted to taste freedom once more. In
that aspect Legolas and he were the same as well. He watched Valthoron
leave and then unfolded the letter once more. "We will see if your
chosen mate is truly worthy of you, my son." He grinned, already looking
forward to seeing his youngest again; Legolas always brought joy to his
heart. /Imladris, I have not visited there for at least two centuries...
I wonder if it is still an oasis of beauty? I will find out in a few
days. Legolas, I hope you chose well!/

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

/You are truly beautiful in your sleep, Glorfindel./ Elrond smiled
adoringly, rhythmically stroking the long blond locks that teased his
face. During his sleep, Glorfindel had pressed closer, resting his head
on his chest. 

Elrond looked out of the window, which gave him a superb view of
Imladris. When Ugluk had kept him prisoner he had refused to give up
hope. Now that he was back at Imladris' heart he wondered about its
future. Then his gaze dropped and rested on Glorfindel's face. /I am
holding past, present and future in my arms./

And now the prospect of being lovers thrilled him. Glorfindel had awoken
feelings in him which he never knew possessed and he was most eager to
explore his desires, but he should give Glorfindel a chance to rest
first. Mandos had almost claimed Glorfindel, and Elrond involuntarily
tightened his hold on the blond. "Never leave me, Glorfindel. I would be
lost without you." 

Glorfindel stirred at the sound of Elrond's voice, and the Lord of
Imladris wished he hadn't spoken out loud because he wanted Glorfindel
to rest. Fighting off death had taken a lot out of his seneschal. Eyes,
which had been vacant, now stared back at him. /Why so shy, Glorfindel?/
The expression in Glorfindel's eyes was timid, almost pleading. Elrond
thought back to the time when Glorfindel had returned from Mandos and
had joined him at Imladris. Had he ever seen Glorfindel with someone
else? A lover? He frowned, realizing Glorfindel had never mentioned a
significant other. 

"Is something wrong?" asked Glorfindel, seeing Elrond's frown. Had he
done something to displease the half-Elf? 

"Glorfindel, I find myself wondering about you." Elrond cocked his head
and continued to stroke the blond's hair. /I know he wants me; I can
feel it./ Glorfindel's erection pressed against his leg; the body
admitting what the mind couldn't... yet. Maybe it had been too long
since Glorfindel had been touched with love. 

"Wondering?" A sudden alertness appeared in Glorfindel's eyes. 

"When was the last time you took a lover?" Elrond's fingers deserted the
golden locks and caressed Glorfindel's face instead. To his surprise,
Glorfindel's eyes darkened. 

Glorfindel briefly felt at a loss. "That is personal..."

Elrond, feeling curious, raised an eyebrow. "You do not want to tell
me?"

"There is nothing to tell," whispered Glorfindel, barely audible. He was
starting to feel uncomfortable in Elrond's arms, but didn't dare leave
abruptly, unwilling to cause Elrond pain. The raven haired Lord of
Imladris' injuries were far from healed and that gash looked horrible,
reminding him of the torture Elrond had endured at Ugluk's hands. Maybe
he could apply some of Elrond's soothing balm later?

"I guessed correctly then? You did not take a lover since you returned
from Mandos? Why?" Elrond marveled at the blond. 

"Although I did not love you from the beginning, I did feel attracted to
you and I cannot betray my heart. I wanted you... and no one else."
Glorfindel stared at the wall behind Elrond. "Why did you make me say
that?"

Elrond looked into Glorfindel's eyes, finding the pupils dilated. The
blond's arousal had faded during their conversation and he regretted
making Glorfindel feel melancholy. That hadn't been his intention. "You
needed to say it. You are keeping so much inside..."

Glorfindel swallowed nervously and still refused to meet Elrond's eyes.
"I never thought you returned my feelings..."

Elrond decided on a more direct approach. They'd had this conversation
before and still reality didn't seem to register with Glorfindel.
Leaning in, he brushed the blond's lips, letting his tongue explore the
inside of Glorfindel's lips, suckling gently and releasing them with a
soft 'plop'. Elrond barely refrained from laughing, seeing the shy
expression in Glorfindel's eyes. "What else are you not telling me?"

Glorfindel decided it was best to get this over with. "I never had a
male lover..." His eyes pleaded with Elrond. "You are my first..."

Elrond gasped. "That, I did not expect, but certain things make sense
now." Dating a male was new to Glorfindel and the blond was struggling
with the changes in his life, which had been frozen in time for so long,
watching him marry Celebrian, the children being born and his wife
sailing to Valinor. "I love you, Glorfindel. Your heart is waking from
its long sleep and we will walk this path together."

Glorfindel blushed and Elrond found it utterly adorable, but felt his
lover's tension at the same time. "Glorfindel, I would love to take a
bath, but... what about my ankles?" He had carefully planned changing
their subject, wanting to distract Glorfindel. 

Glorfindel thought it over. "I might know of a way..."

"You do?" Elrond would truly love a bath. He could still feel Ugluk's
vile touch, occasionally groping him, beating him and taunting him by
stroking his hair. He would love to wash away those memories and to
replace them with new ones.

Glorfindel hesitantly planted a kiss on Elrond's lips and then pulled
back, untangling himself and rising to his feet. "I will return in a
moment; let me prepare your bath first."

Elrond nodded, curious as to how Glorfindel would solve the problem of
making sure that his feet didn't get wet. "Hurry back to me, melethron."

Glorfindel reluctantly left Elrond's room, wanting to stay close
instead. After closing the door behind him, he leaned against the wall
and rested his forehead against the stone. /By the Valar, I love him,
but I do not know how to show him.../ The truth was that he was scared
of displeasing his new lover, the first lover he had had in centuries.
He had never been good at the dating game and now he felt inadequate.
Elrond knew what to do, what to say... but he didn't. 

"The bath," reminded Glorfindel himself. At least this he could do for
Elrond without getting flustered and shy. Glorfindel straightened out
his clothes, only now realizing he had forgotten to put his boots back
on. "Robes, he will want some clean robes as well..." Busying himself he
hoped to forget his insecurity for now.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

/By the Valar! What was I thinking, assuming I could do this without
getting flustered and shy?/ Glorfindel hadn't counted on Elrond's wish
to help him bathe, assuming one of the servants, or maybe Elrohir, would
assist the half-Elf. But Elrond had asked him personally! 

"Lean against me..." Elrond complied and Glorfindel gritted his teeth as
Elrond's bare chest made contact with his. He had removed his shirt, not
wanting to get it wet while assisting Elrond and now he had to remove
his lover's leggings, which would leave Elrond utterly naked. 

Elrond privately chided himself for enjoying Glorfindel's nervousness.
"Calm down, I trust you to take good care of me."

Glorfindel nodded, swallowed hard, and lifted Elrond in his arms. The
half-Elf rested his head against his chest and Glorfindel slowly lowered
his charge into the warm water, careful to rest Elrond's feet on the
board that was placed over the foot end of the tub. He had tried to make
things more comfortable for Elrond by placing a pillow on it. "Will this
do?" he asked anxiously, ready to carry Elrond back to his bed in case
his lover was in pain. 

"I can manage..." Elrond was surprised when Glorfindel picked up a
washing cloth, creating a lather and running the cloth over his face.
One of his fantasies was coming true. The slow strokes were entrancing
and he couldn't help but stare at Glorfindel's face. 

Glorfindel noticed the hypnotizing look directed at him, but
concentrated on his task. After cleaning Elrond's chest, he moved on to
his arms. "Do you want me to wash your hair as well?"

Elrond nodded, not trusting his voice to sound steady when he spoke. 

Glorfindel opened a glass flask, poured some oil into his hands and
massaged Elrond's scalp. Soft, pleased moans escaped Elrond and
Glorfindel fought the blush that was trying to spread across his face.
Using a bowl, he rinsed the now soft and shiny dark hair and wrapped a
towel around the long strands. If Elrond desired it, he would comb and
braid it later. "Still comfortable?"

"Aye..." purred Elrond. He had closed his eyes, enjoying the attention,
but now they opened slowly. He was growing aroused and it showed through
the surface of the water. Had Glorfindel noticed?

Aye, Glorfindel had noticed and felt at a loss for what to do. "Elrond?"


Large blue eyes met his and Elrond smiled reassuringly. "I cannot help
desire you and your touch awakens my passion for you." He licked his
lips, hoping Glorfindel would lean in and kiss him. 
Which he did. Glorfindel slowly brushed Elrond's lips, gasping as his
lover parted his teeth, allowing him to explore. He accepted the
invitation and wrapped his tongue around Elrond's, slowly intertwining
in a passionate encounter. 
The kiss almost made Elrond come. "Ai, Glorfindel! You drive me insane
with passion..."

Glorfindel claimed Elrond's lips once more, gathering his courage as his
hand slipped beneath the water. Elrond unexpectedly suckled his tongue,
and Glorfindel curled his fingers around his lover's erection, stroking
slowly. 

Elrond broke the kiss, staring at Glorfindel in pleased disbelief. He
hadn't expected Glorfindel to make this particular step, and he was
determined to enjoy it. His fingers tangled in the blond locks, pulling
Glorfindel as close as possible, deepening the kiss his lover had
instigated. His body sung with sudden release as Glorfindel brought him
to orgasm. His eyes widened and he tensed in his lover's arms as ecstasy
swept through him. 

Glorfindel marveled at the expression in Elrond's eyes. The half-Elf bit
his bottom lip, groaning softly. "I love you... I always did..."
whispered Elrond blissfully.

Elrond placed one hand at the back of Glorfindel's neck and allowed his
lover to lift him. Water dripped from his body, and he finally felt
refreshed and strengthened. "Your touch meant the world to me..." 

Glorfindel nodded awkwardly, placed Elrond on the bed and dried his
lover's skin. He made sure the bandages were still dry and then fetched
Elrond's robe. After helping the half Elf to sit upright, he draped the
robes over his lover's shoulder. "I want to give you pleasure," admitted
Glorfindel nervously, "but..."

"I understand." Elrond caressed a blond lock. "Will you comb and braid
my hair?" 

Glorfindel nodded, thankful that Elrond wasn't going to push discussing
his feelings. "I will." He sat behind Elrond, parted his legs and pulled
his lover's back to his chest. "Lean against me." 

Elrond enjoyed being this close to his lover and concentrated on feeling
Glorfindel's fingers move through his hair. "I am glad I kissed you that
day, even if it resulted in Ugluk capturing me. Without that kiss I
would never have known you loved me..." 

Glorfindel remained quiet, combing and braiding Elrond's hair. He hoped
that Elrond wouldn't turn to look at him, because then the half-Elf
would see the tears flowing down his face. /You should never have been
captured in the first place.../ 

Glorfindel's touch was soothing, and soon Elrond drifted off into a deep
and healing sleep. 

Glorfindel finished braiding the dark hair and realized that his lover
had fallen asleep. He laid Elrond down, took his place at his lover's
side and held him close, muttering softly. "I love you... I really do."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elladan returned from the border control and quickly sought out his
brother to tell him that no Orcs or Uruk-Hai had been sighted, which
reassured him they were safe for the moment. First he went to Elrohir's
room, but finding it empty he decided to go to Elrond's chambers next.
Maybe Elrohir was looking after their father?

"Elladan! Back so soon?" Elrohir smiled, walked up to his brother and
gave him a quick hug. 

"I encountered no threats, so I returned early. I was looking for you.
How does Ada fare?"

"Ah, you should look at them. They are...--cute--." Elrohir grinned and
pushed the door ajar. 

"Elrohir..." Elladan sighed, not eager to learn about his father's love
life. Reluctantly he peeked inside. 

Elrond was on his back, tucked in beneath a blanket. Glorfindel lay on
his side next to Elrond, the blond's head resting on Elrond's chest.
Elrond had wrapped both arms around Glorfindel and suddenly Elladan
realized why Elrohir found them 'cute'. Glorfindel's fingers tangled in
Elrond's hair, tightly clutching at long strands. "Aye, I have to agree
they look..."

"You can say it," said Elrohir encouragingly. "They look --cute--."

Elladan sighed once more. "I made you say if for me. But seriously, how
is Ada?"

"Better." Elrohir smiled warmly at his father. "A healer came to check
his ankles and complimented Glorfindel on a job well done. Ada needs
time to recover, and now that Glorfindel and he have admitted their
feelings, I suspect Ada will recover quickly."

Elladan nodded. "Good. That means I am not needed here. I want to
inspect the Western borders tomorrow. I am not letting Saruman's
creatures invade Imladris."  

Elrohir approved. "I will keep an eye on them."

"And how did Lurtz fare at the healing house?" Elrohir had told him he
would accompany the Uruk-Hai instead of Legolas, who had joined Elladan
for the patrol. 

"The healers are doing their best, but the procedure is painful. They
started today but it will take them at least one week to finish. Maybe
you should tell Legolas to stay with Lurtz instead of joining you
again." Elrohir looked troubled. "Lurtz finds it difficult to reconcile
his looks with his changed character."

"I will tell Legolas... Now close the door and let us eat. I am hungry."


Elrohir smiled at his father and then closed the door. His stomach
growled, reminding him that he had barely eaten himself. "Let us head
for the kitchen then!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrond blinked once after Elrohir closed the door. Looking at his love,
who was resting safely in his arms, he felt relieved that his sons
approved of this relationship. Smiling, he pressed a chaste kiss to
Glorfindel's hair and allowed himself to fall asleep again.

TBC

Beta read by Ilye, thank you so much.
Note; Adar means father, is more formal, while Ada could be compared to
dad or daddy and is more informal.



Part 3
The Rescue
 
 
Glorfindel had tightly curled his fingers around Elrond's hair, and his
hands occasionally twitched, waking Elrond from his sleep. Adoringly
Elrond searched Glorfindel's vacant eyes, wondering what his lover was
dreaming about. His stomach growled unexpectedly, telling him it
demanded nourishment. When had they eaten last? 
 
"Nīn ind, it is time to wake up." Elrond lovingly caressed the blond's
brow, hoping the cobalt eyes would quickly fill with recognition. 
 
Glorfindel blinked once, twice and startled slightly at seeing the
hungry expression in Elrond's eyes. Was something wrong? 
 
"I am hungry, and so are you; you probably just did not pay it any
attention." Elrond absentmindedly fingered a lock of blond hair. "You
know, I won't cope well with being confined to bed."
 
Glorfindel blushed. "There are certain ways to make your stay in bed
more pleasurable."
 
"Are you offering, melme?" Elrond's interest was piqued. "I must admit
you surprised me by giving me such pleasure last night. Did you enjoy
touching me like that?" 
 
Glorfindel nervously cleared his throat. "Aye..." His eyes darted
quickly from Elrond's face to the wall and back again. 
 
"Do you still feel shy? I thought you had taken the first step to do
away with that last night."
 
"It is not that easy," admitted Glorfindel. "It has been so long and I
am afraid to disappoint you."
 
"You cannot disappoint me, nīn bellas." Elrond reminded himself to go
slowly with Glorfindel. They had all the time in the world to get to
know each other more intimately. There was no need to rush this. "Would
you get me some fruit and Lembas from the kitchen?" He could ask one of
the servants, but he wasn't sure if Glorfindel wanted to be seen in his
private chambers - or, to be more exact, in his bed. Maybe Glorfindel
needed more time to work through this. 
 
"But of course!" Glorfindel wanted to desperately please Elrond and in
his enthusiasm he nearly jumped to his feet, only just in time
remembering not to make any sudden movements near Elrond; his lover's
ankles were still healing. "Fruit and Lembas? Maybe some wine or hot tea
as well?"
 
Elrond nodded thankfully. "Aye, I would like that." Slowly he leaned in
closer, gently claimed Glorfindel's lips, and he felt delighted when his
lover passionately returned the kiss, even briefly deepening it. /It
won't take you long to get over your shyness, melethron./
 
Glorfindel untangled himself from Elrond, slipped into his shirt and
looked longingly at Elrond. "Is there anything else you need?"
 
"You... in my bed as quickly as possible. Now hurry." The blush that
appeared on Glorfindel's face amused Elrond. "Hurry!"
 
Glorfindel hurried to the kitchen, piled several pieces of fruit on a
plate, retrieved some Lembas, brewed hot tea and placed a flask with
Imladris' best wine on a tray. 
 
Elrond grinned at his lover's hasty return. He patted the space next to
him and Glorfindel sat down, placing the tray next to him. Elrond
selected some berries and began eating them. "Open up," he instructed,
seeing Glorfindel's amused expression. His lover was relaxed, feeling
more confident, and Elrond used that opportunity to slip a cherry past
the blond's lips.
 
Glorfindel gulped, blushed and averted his eyes. "I cannot help it..."
he said apologetically. "I do not know why I am acting in this way."
 
Elrond shushed Glorfindel, slowly sliding a fingertip along the blond's
lips. "You need time and I am more than willing to give it to you. Do
not trouble yourself."
 
Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully, selected a strawberry, dipped it into
the wine and offered it to Elrond. Just when Elrond went to take a bite
out of it, he pulled it away, teasing his lover. He closely monitored
Elrond's reaction, afraid to do something that would displease the raven
haired Lord of Imladris. 
 
Elrond felt delighted, seeing Glorfindel grow a little more daring, but
two could play at this game! One arm came up behind Glorfindel's back,
pulling him close. 
 
Glorfindel decided to play it safe, and placed the fruit at Elrond's
lips, letting it slide past the parted teeth. Seeing Elrond lick his
lips suggestively made his groin stir, and he felt shy once more. "I am
neglecting my duties..."
 
Elrond interrupted him. "Aye, you are... You should be kissing me
instead." 
 
Glorfindel timidly leaned in closer and brushed Elrond's lips. "Nay,
Elrond, I should be guarding Imladris' borders. Elladan and Elrohir are
too inexperienced to perform that task." 
 
Elrond sighed. "Will you hurry back to me?"
 
"Always!" promised Glorfindel passionately. 
 
/You could not hide the fact that you love me even if you wanted to,/
realized Elrond. /It is beyond me why I never saw that expression in
your eyes. You were close all these years and I never noticed.../ 
 
"I can find Elrohir or Erestor to keep you company... to keep you from
boredom," said Glorfindel teasingly, slowly growing more confident. "And
I --will--hurry back to you."
 
"I know, melme..."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"I don't want you with me in the room when they work on my teeth,"
announced Lurtz firmly. 
 
"But..." Legolas shook his head. 
 
"No, you will listen to me... Just this one time. I don't want you to
see them work on my fangs." Lurtz resolutely raised a hand to silence
Legolas. "I'll meet you again at sunset."
 
Legolas stubbornly stared at his mate. "But I want to help!"
 
Lurtz sighed deeply. "You have no idea how much you are already helping
me, but please indulge me in this matter." 
 
Legolas stared at Lurtz, contemplating objecting again, but he realized
Lurtz was determined to do this alone. "I will come for you at
sunset..." Legolas looked at Lurtz, wishing he could take away the
feelings of shame that flooded his mate. "You are no longer who you
were, Lurtz. You changed. Do not torment yourself over your past. There
is nothing you can do to change it, but you can look toward the future."
 
"--You-- are my future, Elf..." Lurtz fingered a braid, playing with it.
"Thank you for not fighting me on this. It is very important to me that
you understand that I am not shutting you out, but... this is personal.
This is something --I-- must overcome."
 
Legolas understood to a certain degree. "I hope the day will come when
you can allow me close, Lurtz..." Hopefully one day Lurtz would share
his fears, and draw strength from him to conquer them. /You do not have
to do this alone, but you are not yet ready to lean on me.../ Legolas
leaned into the caress when Lurtz thoughtfully rubbed his cheek. "I will
suffer with you," assured Legolas his mate. "And my heart will beat
frantically until you return to my side."
 
Lurtz smiled, placed his lips against Legolas' brow and brushed the soft
skin. "I love you, Elf." Lurtz then drew in a deep breath and entered
the Healing House. 
 
Legolas bowed his head in temporary defeat. How could he convince Lurtz
to let him share this burden?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil travelled fast, not even stopping during the night to rest.
"Tuor, fly like the wind and take me to Imladris." His stallion reared,
and carried his rider closer to Imladris' borders. 
 
/I cannot reveal my real identity at Imladris, at least not until I
found out if this Lurtz is a good mate for my son. It is best to use
another name, one that cannot be linked to me. I will call myself
Hynduil to ensure no one realizes my true identity. I must be
particularly careful around Glorfindel, Elrond and Erestor, should I
encounter them. No one may know I am at Imladris. Elrond would not be
pleased if I managed to sneak into his home./ 
 
He was approaching Imladris' western borders, not expecting to meet
anyone for hours and he looked about, admiring the beauty of the land.
Looking down, he realized it had been a good decision to exchange his
green robes for a brown tunic. A hood covered his face, making sure his
features weren't revealed against his will. Not many Elves in Imladris
would remember his face, but he didn't dare risk it. 
 
"Ah, Legolas, now I remember why you love to roam Middle Earth. It is a
beautiful day and I can briefly forget about the foul creatures Saruman
sent to destroy us. For a brief moment I can be an Elf, nothing more,
nothing less." 
 
The trees whispered a welcome and he returned the greeting, feeling
oddly at home on Elrond's territory. "I wonder what Legolas will say
when he finally realizes I am here..." 
 
He considered taking a short break after all. The sun shone invitingly
and the trees' branches seemed to reach out to him, pleading with him to
stay a little longer. 
 
In the end, Thranduil dismounted and sat down against the trunk of a
tree, letting its branches provide him with a pleasant shade. The sun
managed to touch his fingertips as he spread them and dug into the
earth, connecting with the land. "The trees are old and wise... The sun
chases the clouds. I will enjoy the peace they offer me." He briefly
closed his eyes and felt truly content. "If only I could share this with
my sons..."
 
Sudden noise drew his attentions. Screams, shouts and growls sounded to
his right. The sound of hooves echoed through the sky and arrows
swooshed through the air. 
 
Thranduil jumped to his feet, mounting Tuor and straining to see what
was causing the noise. "One rider... and he is being chased by Orcs and
Uruk-Hai!" The dark-haired rider was greatly outnumbered, trying to
fight off ten of Saruman's creatures. "The Elfling does not stand a
chance." The rider was young, but apparently well trained in handling a
sword. "A young life like that should not end like this!"
 
Aiming his arrows carefully, they left his hands, bringing death to the
Orc that had managed to pull the youngster from his horse. Tuor galloped
toward the pack of Orcs, reared and gave Thranduil the time he needed to
draw his trusted sword, which had been idle for much too long. Thranduil
beheaded one Orc, slashed the throat of a Uruk-Hai and finally reached
the dark-haired Elf who was struggling against another growling
Uruk-Hai. A dagger flashed in the sunlight and Thranduil grew infuriated
at seeing blood spilled like this. The youngster was wounded, but seemed
determined to stay on his feet and fight. 
 
Thranduil's eyes flashed angrily, taking out another Orc. The leader of
the pack eyed him suspiciously, but seemed hesitant to continue the
attack. Thranduil used that opportunity and cleaved the Uruk-Hai's head.
"Your leader is dead!" roared Thranduil, glaring at the remaining
attackers, who retreated immediately, leaving the dark-haired Elf
behind. 
 
"Aye, run, you cowards, run straight back to Saruman!" Thranduil
dismounted and walked over the dark-haired Elf, who was leaning against
his horse for support. His eyes scanned the youngster for injuries. A
nasty gash above the right eye explained why the Elf was swaying on his
feet and another gash showed on his right upper arm, which was bleeding
profusely.  "I should tend to that." Thranduil reached for the young Elf
and frowned when the youngster moved away from him. /And why does he
look vaguely familiar to me?/
 
"Peace, my friend. I do not mean you any harm. Sit down before you
fall." Thranduil found a piece of fabric among the things Valthoron had
packed for him, which would now serve as a bandage. "Sit down," repeated
Thranduil, but seeing the misty expression in the grey eyes, he decided
not to wait for the youngster to comply. He took hold of the Elf's left
arm and pulled him down. The younger Elf sat reluctantly, looking at him
with a dazed look. It was then that he realized that the hood had
slipped, revealing his features. 

Thranduil bandaged the upper arm, making sure it was bound tightly
enough to stop, or at least slow, the bleeding. "What are you doing out
here on your own?" Placing his right hand on the dark hair, he studied
the nasty gash. 
 
"Checking... the borders..."
 
"Are you dizzy? Do you have a headache?" The unfocused stare in those
grey eyes worried him. 
 
"Nay, but I do feel... sick..." 
 
Thranduil reacted at once, folding an arm around the youngster's
shoulder when he started to empty his stomach. "And nauseous as well."
This young Elf should be at home, not inspecting the borders! Where were
his fellows? Surely Elrond didn't send his men on border patrol alone?
He waited for the dry heaves to stop and then helped the other Elf to
his feet. "I will take you home. And you should see a healer at once." 
 
"I do not know if... I can mount my horse..." 
 
Thranduil smiled; this youngster reminded him of Legolas for some
reason. "You will probably fall off again."
 
"I do not... fall off horses."
 
Thranduil recalled a similar argument.  /I do not fall out of trees,
Ada!/ And yet Legolas had tumbled down. /But he was only ten years old,
much too young to climb trees without proper supervision./ 
 
"Then I will help you." Thranduil kept one arm folded around the
youngster's waist and lifted him, cautiously placing him on Tuor's back.

 
"What are you... doing?" 
 
Thranduil mounted, slipping behind the younger Elf. "I will take you to
the Healing House where they can tend to your wounds..." He made sure
the other horse followed and then turned his attention back to the
injured Elf. "You were lucky I came along..." The younger Elf finally
rested his back against his savior's chest. "Now that you are fairly
comfortable allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hynduil and my
business takes me to Imladris."
 
"I am... Elladan... and..." he fainted, unable to battle the tormenting
headache any longer. 
 
"Elladan?" Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "Elrond's son? I rescued
Elrond's son?" His frown deepened. Elrond and he had never been able to
get along, and he had hoped to leave Imladris without Elrond ever
noticing his presence. That might be impossible now. 
 
"Elladan, know that you fought well, but your father should not allow
you to venture out alone..." His parental instincts surfaced, telling
him to care for Elrond's son like he were his own. After all, Legolas
had found a place at Elrond's house, and he now lived there with Lurtz.
Elrond had welcomed his youngest son. /I will care for your son, Elrond,
but I will not reveal myself to him... To Elladan I will be Hynduil and
after taking him to the Healing House my responsibility ends./ 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 

"Elrohir?" Legolas hurried to Elrohir's side, quickly supporting his
friend. "What ails you?" Elrohir was pale, his body shook violently and
one hand supported his head, like he was suffering from a headache. 
 
"It is Elladan. Something happened to him. He is injured... By the
Valar, what happened?" Shocked, Elrohir stared at his shaking hands. "My
right arm hurts and my head feels heavy..."
 
"But Elladan is still alive?" questioned Legolas quickly. 
 
"Aye, I can still sense him. He is alive." Elrohir desperately tried to
compose himself. "Ada, does he feel it as well?" Frantically, he looked
at the staircase, expecting to see Elrond run toward him, but his father
was unable to walk. "Legolas, I need to see him. Help me to his rooms."
 
Legolas slung an arm around Elrohir's waist and practically dragged him
upstairs. When they reached Elrond's rooms, they heard soft groans and
Glorfindel's concerned voice.
 
"Elrond, why are you in pain? Please, tell me!" Glorfindel's gaze
flashed to the door when it opened and his eyes widened, seeing Elrohir
in pain as well. "Put him on the bed, next to his father," instructed
Glorfindel.
 
Legolas complied and pushed some pillows behind Elrohir's back to enable
his friend to sit upright. 
 
Elrohir immediately turned to his father. Seeing Elrond's worried
expression, he realized his father knew what had happened to Elladan as
well. He carefully hugged Elrond close, savoring the returned embrace as
his father's arms held him tight. "It is Elladan...."
 
"But he is still alive..." finished Elrond. Trying to hide his distress,
his eyes came to rest on Glorfindel. "Please find my son. I would search
for him myself, but my ankles..."
 
Glorfindel was already getting dressed, slipping into his shirt and
boots. "I will find him, Elrond. I promise..." 
 
"I am coming with you," announced Legolas, wishing there was time to
tell Lurtz that he couldn't meet his lover at sunset. But finding
Elladan was now his first priority. 
 
Glorfindel locked eyes with Elrond, and then turned to address Legolas.
"Nay, I want you to stay here and look after them." Legolas was about to
protest, but Glorfindel shook his head once. "I need you here, Legolas,
to care for my family."
 
Elrond's eyes sparkled briefly, pleased that Glorfindel referred to them
as his family. But then he focused on comforting his son, stroking the
dark hair. He knew the twins were close, and he expected Elrohir to
sense his brother's discomfort. "He will return to us, Elrohir. The two
of you won't be separated."
 
Elrohir managed a weak smile. "His pain took me by surprise. I always
sensed his discomfort when he had been injured in some of our bouts, but
I never felt anything like this! It feels like my heart is breaking in
two."
 
"I understand, I understand," soothed Elrond, continuing to stroke his
son's hair and holding him close. 
 
"How is it possible you feel it as well? You never felt our pain
before... did you?" A frown appeared on Elrohir's pale face. "Ada? Did
you feel it in the past and never told us?" His eyes widened. "Ada?"
 
Elrond sighed, realizing he couldn't lie to his son. "I sensed something
in the past, Elrohir, but never this strong."
 
Elrohir shook his head against Elrond's shoulder. "I cannot believe you
never told us!"
 
"I did not want to worry you and... This should be about the two of you.
I should not be included." 
 
"But you are our father! How can you --not-- be included?" 
 
Elrond smiled warmly. "His pain is fading."
 
"Aye, you are right. I no longer feel dizzy and..." Elrohir rested his
head on his father's chest. "I hope Glorfindel quickly finds him."
 
"Glorfindel is the best tracker I ever met. He taught Aragorn how to
read a trail and I am confident Glorfindel will locate that elusive
brother of yours. Do you have any idea where Elladan went?" asked
Legolas, standing next to the window. He caught a glimpse of Glorfindel
and his escort leaving Imladris and he turned about to check on Elrond
and Elrohir. Not wanting to infringe, he watched father and son from a
distance.
 
"He wanted to inspect the western borders..." Elrohir frowned. "I told
him to not go out there alone."
 
"He is alone? Elbereth watch over him!" Elrond suddenly felt guilty for
not paying attention to what was going on in his home. He should have
stopped Elladan from leaving, but instead he had focused his attention
on Glorfindel. "I am sorry," he mumbled guiltily and he privately vowed
that this would never happen again. His sons were his responsibility and
he had failed them! 
 
"Ada, do not blame yourself! We are old and wise enough... well, maybe
not wise enough, but certainly old enough to make our own decisions and
to look after ourselves. We are no longer toddlers that depend on you."
Elrohir wanted to shake some sense into Elrond, but didn't. His father
was still recovering from his injuries. "Please do not blame yourself.
This is a war, and in times of war people get hurt."
 
"I should take you to Valinor. Our time here has come to an end," said
Elrond in a melancholy tone. "Galadriel spoke to me in my dreams. The
time of the Elves is ending and we will sail to the Undying Lands. You
will not die in this war!"
 
"That is why our people are packing?" Elrohir had wondered about that.
"But we cannot leave! What about Legolas and Lurtz? The Quest for the
Ring? Does Aragorn not need your support?"
 
"Aragorn is approaching Helm's Deep. The people of Rohan have asked for
help, but none will answer... But maybe I will..." Elrond stopped
talking, realizing he shouldn't burden someone as young as Elrohir with
this. "But enough talk of that... How do you fare, Elrohir? Is the pain
bearable?"
 
Elrohir eyed his father closely. Elrond had let something very important
slip and he needed to think about that later, but first he had to
reassure his father. "I am feeling much better, Ada. It is probably
because you are close. I no longer sense Elladan's pain..."
 
"He might have lost consciousness," suggested Elrond. "By the grace of
the Valar, Glorfindel, find him for me."
 
"Ada? He will." Sensing that his father needed to be comforted as well,
Elrohir wrapped his arms around Elrond until they were locked in a tight
embrace. "I will stay with you until he returns... with Elladan of
course."
 
Elrond swallowed convulsively. /By the Valar, I cannot lose Elladan. I
would be to blame for his death! Please Glorfindel, find him!/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Lurtz looked up in surprise when Erestor advanced on him. Why had
Elrond's chief advisor come to the Healing House when it was Legolas he
was expecting?
 
"Peace, Lurtz," started Erestor. "Legolas asked me to tell you that he
cannot meet with you here and he asks you to join him instead."
 
Lurtz fell into step beside Erestor, trying to hide the state of his
teeth. Part of them had been smoothed and now resembled normal teeth,
while others were still deadly fangs. "I assume something has happened?"
 
"Correct. Elladan is missing and Glorfindel is searching for him."
Erestor glanced at Lurtz, shivered and reminded himself not to judge the
Uruk-Hai. Since Lurtz had come to Imladris he had done nothing offensive
and had even offered to help when help was needed. He had decided to
give Lurtz a chance to prove himself, but it was hard to look past the
surface. "Glorfindel asked Legolas to took after Lord Elrond and
Elrohir, who are quite distressed."
 
"Understandably so," agreed Lurtz. Erestor stepped to the side and Lurtz
climbed the stairs to Elrond's private chambers. He found Legolas pacing
the corridor, apparently guarding the door. "Erestor told me Elladan is
missing." He opened his arms and Legolas moved into them. 
 
"Elrond and Elrohir can sense his pain... I need to keep a close eye on
them." Legolas looked deeply into Lurtz's eyes, reminding himself that
his mate needed attention as well. "What about your teeth?"
 
Lurtz shrugged. "A few more days."
 
"Will you show me?"
 
Lurtz reluctantly parted his lips, allowing Legolas to glance at his
teeth. 
 
"The ones they worked on resemble normal teeth. You need to be patient."
 
"Patience isn't one of my virtues," said Lurtz half jokingly, trying to
distract Legolas. He didn't want the Elf to see his unease.
 
"Do you have any virtues, then?" Legolas teased him mercilessly. "You
hide them well!"
 
Lurtz finally smiled and hugged Legolas close. "Is there anything I can
do to help?"
 
"Keep me company, Lurtz. If Elladan's pain gets worse, their pain will
also increase. I will look after Elrond in case that happens, you take
care of Elrohir."
 
Lurtz nodded. "We won't let them down."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
"El... ro... hir... A...da..." Elladan mumbled softly, his voice
slightly slurred. 
 
Thranduil's reply was to tighten his hold on his charge. /Elrond is a
half-Elf, which makes his sons half-Elven as well. Elladan's healing
ability does not compare to mine. I would be healed by now, but not this
young half-Elf. I need to take him to the healers and I should try to
keep him awake./ 
 
"Elladan? Tell me more about yourself." Thranduil's fingers found
Elladan's pulse, which was much too slow. /I cannot let him die.../
"Talk to me, Elladan!"
 
"Ai... What... do... you...want... to know?" Elladan forced himself to
open his eyes and he cocked his head in spite of the horrible pain. His
saviour had the most peculiar and spectacular eyes he had ever seen. The
iris wasn't green, blue, brown or grey, nay, they were silver and
sparkled like the stars set against a dark sky. They almost seemed too
old for the young face, which seemed ageless, and he was at a loss at
guessing the other Elf's age. Something magical and wise clung to the
young face with those ancient eyes. /But he wielded his sword
skilfully... Why does it feel that he is much older than he looks like?/

 
"Tell me about your family." Thranduil pretended ignorance. "Do you have
any siblings?"
 
"A twin... bro...ther... Elro...hir," mumbled Elladan, feeling slightly
confused and disorientated. "Where... are we... go...ing?"
 
"I am taking you home," repeated Thranduil. "So you have a twin brother?
What about your father?" He carefully stayed clear of asking about
Celebrian. 
 
"He... loves us...very much... and he is...wise..." Elladan was no
longer able to hold his savior's stare and leaned back against a strong
shoulder, resting his head there. "His name... is Elrond..."
 
Thranduil shook his head, pretending disbelief. "You are the son of Lord
Elrond?" 
 
"Aye... and he will... want to... thank you for... for..." Elladan
shuddered and his stomach convulsed fiercely. "Sick... a...gain..."
 
Thranduil quickly dismounted, taking Elladan down with him and he held
the young half Elf while Elladan struggled with dry heaves. 
 
"You may have suffered a concussion, Elladan." Thranduil waited for the
dry heaves to stop and then placed Elladan on Tuor's back, sliding
behind Elladan. "How much longer until we reach the healers?"
 
Elladan trembled. "Hours..." 
 
Thranduil wrapped his arms around Elladan, hoping he could keep the
youngster warm. "Tuor, hurry."
 
The stallion increased his speed and Thranduil made sure he had a tight
hold on Elladan, who was drifting asleep again. "Elladan, wake up!"
 
Elladan startled and tensed; his head pounded painfully. Who was keeping
him from falling asleep? He didn't know that voice! "Who... are you?"
 
"I am called Hynduil," repeated Thranduil patiently. "Do not go to
sleep."
 
"Why... not?" Elladan's head lolled from right to left. 
 
"I want you to listen to my voice. Hold on to it when the pain tries to
pull you under again. Look at the trees, feel their ancient power and
look to the sky..." 
 
His savior's melodic voice took on a hypnotic tone which captured him,
making it impossible to doze off again. /Elrohir, Ada... I need you!/
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Elrond flinched, hearing Elladan's pleading voice in his head. One look
at Elrohir told him that his son had heard as well. "Glorfindel will
find him," said Elrond firmly. "You must believe this..."
 
Elrohir nodded weakly. "Is that how you endured Ugluk's torture?"
 
"Aye," said Elrond softly. "I never stopped believing that I would see
my loved ones again... You gave me the strength to endure."
 
"Then I will believe as well, Ada. Glorfindel will find Elladan."
 
Elrond refused to think of what could happen if Glorfindel didn't.
/Please, I do not want to bury my son.../
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
TBC
 
 Beta read by Ilye, thanks!



Part 4
Explorations. 
 
 
 
Thranduil had talked for two hours now, knowing that his voice possessed
the power to keep Elladan from losing consciousness again. He could keep
this up for a few more hours, but what the young half-Elf really needed
was a healer. "What are you thinking about, Elladan?" He had been asking
questions to test if Elladan was still coherent, and so far he had
received logical answers.
 
Elladan found that he couldn't pull away from his savior's voice. He had
forgotten the Elf's name again, but his headache was growing less, for
which he felt immensely thankful. "My brother..."
 
"What was his name again?" Thranduil knew very well it was Elrohir, but
continued to test Elladan's memory, hoping it was still intact. He found
he liked the young half-Elf and worried for Elladan. Hopefully they
would reach Imladris shortly. 
 
"Elrohir," whispered Elladan longingly. "He might... might have felt it
too."
 
"Felt what?" inquired Thranduil curiously. He reached for a small golden
flask and placed it at Elladan's lips. "Drink. The miruvor will
strengthen you, and it is still a long ride to Imladris."
 
Elladan drank hastily, feeling thirsty. He almost protested when his
savior removed the flask from his lips, attaching it to his belt again. 
 
"Felt what?" repeated Thranduil. The half-Elf seemed to be recovering
little by little and he hoped Elladan would continue to make progress.
He still had one arm wrapped around Elladan's waist, making sure the
youngster couldn't slip from Tuor's back accidentally. 
 
"When we were little... he felt my pain and I felt his... He probably
knows something is wrong... and has sent out search parties..." Tired,
Elladan rested his head against a strong shoulder. "I wanted to thank
you for coming to my aid... I was very fortunate indeed... They would
have killed me... And I do not want Ada to suffer... through that...
especially now he is hurt."
 
Thranduil frowned. Elrond was injured? He was tempted to ask, but feared
making Elladan suspicious so he kept his questions to himself. He would
find a way to satisfy his curiosity once they were safe at Imladris. 
 
"Keep talking to me, Elladan." Thranduil looked at the darkening sky,
hoping the clouds wouldn't bring rain. He couldn't afford to stop and
seek shelter; they would be soaking wet when they finally arrived at
Imladris. The trees whispered to him, telling him a large party of Elves
was approaching. /Probably the search party Elladan mentioned./ Pulling
up the hood, he hid in its shadow, determined to keep his identity a
secret. "Elladan, tell me about your family, friends, adventures. I do
not care what you talk about as long as I hear your voice."
 
Elladan nodded, understanding why he wasn't allowed to fall asleep. "It
all started when... when Legolas..."
 
Thranduil tensed slightly, hearing his son's name, but forced himself to
listen instead of questioning Elladan. 
 
"He was injured and... and an Uruk-Hai brought him... to Imladris... It
was the strangest thing... Lurtz, that is his name... seemed to care
about Legolas... Did I already mention he is... Uruk-Hai?"
 
"Aye, you did." Thranduil felt pleased to learn that Lurtz had brought
his son to the healers of Imladris, but now he wanted to hear the rest
of the story. 
 
"Legolas recovered... I did not believe him when he told me he was in
love... with Lurtz... I had an even harder time... believing Lurtz
returned those feelings... but then Lurtz ran and Legolas followed
him... Ai, Ada! Then Ada got captured and tortured by Ugluk... I hate
those Uruk-Hai! We killed them all!" 
 
Thranduil wasn't sure he understood correctly. "Legolas chased Lurtz?"
Well, that did sound an awful lot like his youngest son! Legolas knew
exactly what he wanted and wouldn't stop at anything to get it. 
 
"Aye... but things went horribly wrong and Ada - he cannot walk, you
know - Lurtz helped Ada escape and took a... knife for Legolas..."
 
Thranduil nodded once. It almost sounded like Legolas had made the right
choice when taking Lurtz for a mate, but he still wanted to meet his
son's love in person. 
 
/Thranduil, they are approaching... They are coming for the young
one.../ The trees whispered softly, keeping Thranduil informed. 
 
Thranduil inclined his head in answer, and he silently thanked the trees
for this information, whispering soft words. Even after all these
millennia he still marveled at the trees' ancient wisdom. He had always
drawn his strength from the land and the trees, and offered his life
force in return when the wood needed it. The trees had taught him so
much - were still teaching him - and he always listened to and heeded
their advice. 
 
Elladan leaned heavily against him. If he wanted more details, he had to
ask his questions now before the search party arrived. "Why was Elrond
tortured, Elladan?"
 
"They wanted to invade Imladris... and Ada knows its defenses," mumbled
Elladan, feeling entranced every time he heard his savior's voice. 
 
"In what way is Elrond injured?" Aye, he heard the approaching riders
and told Tuor to halt and turn around. 
 
"They broke his ankles..." Elladan's eyes slipped shut. Not even that
hypnotic voice could keep him from slipping into sleep much longer. 
 
Thranduil trembled with anger at hearing Elladan's answer. /They broke
his ankles?/ "And yet you trust this Lurtz?"
 
"He... is... different..." breathed Elladan, finally losing
consciousness. 
 
Thranduil cursed privately, feeling the half-Elf slip away from him. But
at least his most important questions had been answered. Now he stared
at the approaching party, making out Glorfindel at the lead. It was a
good thing he had pulled his hood back into place, for Glorfindel would
instantly recognize him. He waited for Glorfindel to come to a halt in
front of him. 
 
/By the Valar, he is worried./ Thranduil effortlessly read the
expression in Glorfindel's eyes. The blond had one hand on the hilt of
his sword and his other was already reaching for Elladan. "Peace,
meldir, he is not seriously wounded."
 
Glorfindel sighed, relieved at seeing Elladan's eyelids flutter. "I will
look after him," offered Glorfindel, eager to check on Elladan himself.
During the last few hours he had been horrorstricken, scared he would
find Elladan dead. Taking Elladan's dead body back to Elrond would have
devastated him, for he blamed himself as well. If he had insisted on
returning to his duties earlier, none of this would have happened. But
nay, he had been selfish in keeping Elrond to himself.
 
"I would advise against moving him," said Thranduil concerned. "He is no
burden to me and I will follow you to Imladris."
 
Glorfindel cocked his head, suddenly alert. That voice sounded familiar
to him, but he couldn't identify it. "Follow me, then, and tell me what
happened. Where did you find him?"
 
"A pack of Orcs and Uruk-Hai attacked and injured him. I passed by and
helped him defeat them. The cowardly creatures ran once their leader had
been killed." Thranduil watched Glorfindel closely. The blond's eyes
darted nervously and his hands twitched, holding the reins. "Do not
worry for the young one. He (only?) suffered a blow to his head and one
to his arm. He will recover quickly once the healers have tended to
him."
 
"I am so relieved I found him... alive," admitted Glorfindel. "I dreaded
taking his dead body to his father." Glorfindel wondered why the hood
remained up. Was Elladan's savior trying to hide something from him?
"But where are my manners? I am Glorfindel and Lord Elrond will be
eternally grateful that you saved his son from certain death." /You have
no idea how grateful I am to see Elladan alive! Elrond, melme, your son
is alive!/ 
 
Thranduil nodded once. "My name is Hynduil. I was on my way home to
Mirkwood when I encountered the young one." He closely observed
Glorfindel; the blond realized that something didn't add up. "I will
continue my journey home once this youngster has returned to the house
of his father."
 
"You will be our guest then," said Glorfindel, trying to identity that
voice. There was something bewitching about its tone. 
 
"I am honored." Thranduil's cloak had slipped and he wrapped it around
Elladan once more. "How long before we reach Imladris?"
 
"Two more hours at least..." He signaled his escort to follow them,
hoping they wouldn't encounter any of Saruman's creatures. He wanted
Elladan to see a healer as quickly as possible. Watching Elladan, he saw
the twin's lips move. 
 
"El...rohir..."
 
Thranduil pulled Elladan closer. "You and your brother will be reunited
shortly. Do not doubt that you will see him and your father again..." He
repeated the words, and then continued to whisper soft assurances,
ignoring the curious looks Glorfindel was giving him. When Valthoron and
Legolas had been much younger, his voice had soothed his sons, and he
wanted to comfort Elladan as well. "Stay awake, Elladan. Your brother
and father are already awaiting your return."
 
Glorfindel realized what Hynduil was doing and gave the other Elf a
thankful look. "Thank you for soothing him."
 
Thranduil nodded once. "It is nothing. I have two sons myself and this
one reminds me of my youngest."
 
Glorfindel remained close to Elladan, occasionally looking away to
estimate the progress they were making. "One more hour... Can you keep
that up?"
 
Thranduil simply continued to murmur soothingly, letting Elladan soak up
his body heat. "Aye, I can."
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas noticed Glorfindel's return first. "Lurtz, they have returned! I
will alert Elrond and Elrohir." Seeing Lurtz's confused expression, he
added, "Meet Glorfindel and lead them here!"
 
Lurtz nodded reluctantly, wondering why he couldn't look after Elrond
and Elrohir instead. Sighing, he descended the stairs to meet
Glorfindel. 
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Legolas opened the door and hurried towards father and son. "Elrond,
Elrohir, I bring joyful news! Glorfindel has returned and Elladan is
with him!" 
 
Elrond's eyes flashed with hope, but then it faded again. 
 
Elrohir noticed his father's dark mood. "Remember what you told me;
believe." Elrohir had wrapped one arm around his father, and he placed
more pillows behind his father's back, ensuring Elrond sat comfortably
upright. 
 
Elrond slowly moistened his lips and met Legolas' gaze. "By Elbereth,
tell me the truth. Is my son still alive?"
 
"Aye," said Legolas softly. "He is alive." 
 
Elrond trembled violently and a tear escaped his eyes. "Alive? He is
alive?"
 
Elrohir gently scolded his father. "Ada, you know he is alive. We can
both sense his life force. Do not do torment yourself like this."
 
"I want Elladan in my arms... I need proof," whispered Elrond in an
upset tone. 
 
"And you will have him in your arms again..." soothed Elrohir. What was
taking Glorfindel so long?
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 
 
Glorfindel quickly dismounted and then turned to Elladan's savior. "I
will take him to his father."
 
Thranduil leaned forward and gently lowered Elladan into Glorfindel's
waiting arms. "He should see a healer."
 
"Aye, you are right. Lord Elrond is in no condition to tend to his son."
Glorfindel looked about and spotted Lurtz, who stood waiting near the
staircase. "Lurtz? I need your assistance."
 
Thranduil looked carefully, seeing the Uruk-Hai approach. Lurtz was
dressed in brown robes and his long, black hair was braided... Mirkwood
style. He grinned, his features hidden beneath the cloak. /I bet Legolas
'convinced' Lurtz to wear it that way. Legolas probably braided it
himself./ In appearance, Lurtz resembled the Uruk-Hai that had attacked
Elladan earlier, but the difference was in the dark eyes, not just in
the clothes and his hairstyle. A solid strength was housed in that
muscular body, and yet Thranduil encountered a remarkably tender
expression in Lurtz's eyes. /He is a young soul; he came into existence
not so long ago./
 
"Can I help?" enquired Lurtz softly as his eyes settled on Elladan.
Dried blood clung to Elladan's brow and although the gash was closing, a
few droplets of blood dripped down his face. 
 
"Lurtz, would you go to the Healing House and fetch a healer?"
Glorfindel started for the stairs, eager to reunite Elrond's family. 
 
"Of course," said Lurtz, turning around and walking toward the Healing
House. 
 
Thranduil raised an eyebrow at Lurtz's eagerness to help. In his long
life he had gathered much wisdom, and his instincts told him that Lurtz
was trying to redeem himself, maybe even pay for past mistakes. /He is
too eager to please.../ 
 
"Please follow me, Hynduil," said Glorfindel, climbing the stairs.
Elladan moaned softly and he cradled the twin closer to his chest.
 
Thranduil complied, following Glorfindel as the blond headed for
Elrond's rooms. /It has been centuries since I was here last./ As he
reached the landing, he caught sight of Legolas, who approached them in
a hurry. 
 
"Good, you are back! Elrond and Elrohir need to see Elladan now!"
Legolas stepped aside and Glorfindel rushed inside. Legolas noticed the
stranger at Glorfindel's side, but didn't pay much attention to it,
figuring that Glorfindel trusted the stranger if the seneschal had led
him here. 
 
Elrond sat upright in bed, supported by several pillows. He cursed the
fact that he couldn't walk; now he had to wait for Glorfindel to bring
him his son!
 
Elrohir immediately headed for Glorfindel, released a relieved sigh, and
pushed his arms beneath his twin's knees and back, cradling him. "You
are still alive... But what did you do to yourself?" He needed this one
moment to convince himself that his brother was still alive before
handing Elladan to their father. Placing Elladan on the bed next to
Elrond, he found that tears were making their way down his father's
face. 
 
"Elladan..." Elrond's voice cracked, afraid to believe that his son was
still alive. "What happened to him?" Elrond placed his hand on Elladan's
brow, cautiously wiping away dried blood. 
 
"Orcs and Uruk-Hai attacked him, but he was rescued just in time by
Hynduil." Glorfindel signaled the other Elf to step closer to the bed.
"He cared for Elladan after the fight and they were on their way to
Imladris when we found them." 
 
Elrond forced himself to look away from Elladan and to thank Hynduil for
helping his son. Looking up, he briefly frowned, finding the Elf's
features hidden beneath a hood. "You are among friends here," whispered
Elrond, hoping Hynduil didn't mistrust them. 
 
Thranduil quickly found an excuse for wearing the hood. "Forgive me,
Lord Elrond," he started in a much heavier tone than his normal voice,
"But I suffered scars from previous fights and they are not pleasant to
look at." His eyes shifted from Elrond to Legolas and he was pleased to
find his son in such good health. The light of his son's soul had never
burned brighter before. /He is happy./ Then his gaze returned to Elrond,
taking in the half-Elf's eyes battered appearance. Bruises and a gash
showed on Elrond's face and he knew what the blanket was hiding: mending
ankles. 
 
"I want to thank you for saving my son's life. If there is anything I
can do to repay this debt... " started Elrond, looking fondly at
Elladan, who was resting in his arms. He had been afraid he would never
hold his son in his arms again! 
 
"There is no debt," said Thranduil, taking great care to speak in a
different tone from that which Legolas was used to. "When he was
conscious he proved to be a very charming and intelligent youngster."
 
Elrond smiled at the compliment. "You mean an impulsive and stubborn
youngster." 
 
Thranduil smiled silently within the confines of his hood. /We do have
something in common; our sons. We care for our sons.../ 
 
A knock on the door signaled Lurtz's return and a healer quickly moved
into the room to examine Elladan. Elrond watched carefully as the healer
tended to his son's injuries and he briefly glanced at Hynduil again,
wondering why he felt like he should know the other Elf. Seeing Elrohir
wring his hands, he smiled warmly at him. "Elladan will be fine..."
 
Elrohir nodded gratefully, and realized that both Elrond and Glorfindel
were transfixed, staring at Elladan. That meant he had to take on the
role of host. "Hynduil, would you do us the honor of staying at Imladris
until my father and my brother have sufficiently recovered to properly
thank you?"
 
"No thanks are needed," said Thranduil. His eyes caught Legolas moving
closer to Lurtz, placing a hand on the Uruk-Hai's back. It was a
possessive gesture that made Thranduil grin. /I dare say Legolas is in
charge of this relationship, and he probably winds Lurtz around his
little finger as he does me./ "It was an honor to assist Elladan."
 
Elrohir nodded, grateful that Hynduil had looked after his twin when
Elladan had needed help. "Legolas?" he turned around and looked at the
Prince. "Erestor needs to know what happened and the border patrols need
to be coordinated. Will you talk to Erestor and help him?"
 
Legolas nodded. "I will."
 
Elrohir then turned to Lurtz. "Will you take Hynduil to the guest rooms?
I am sure he would like to take a bath and rest."
 
Lurtz didn't like being separated from Legolas, but agreed. "Follow me,
I will show you to the guest house."
 
Thranduil was delighted to have an opportunity to talk to Lurtz without
Legolas or the others present. Maybe now he would get his answers. "Lead
on."
 
Legolas walked up to Lurtz, stole a kiss and smiled, saddened, leaving
his love behind. 
 
Lurtz cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable at being kissed in
public. All, expect for Hynduil, knew Legolas and he were mated, but he
still wondered if he had their approval. For some reason it mattered a
lot to him. 
 
Thranduil watched Lurtz with amusement. The Uruk-Hai seemed oddly shy,
almost thoughtful, and was nothing like the Uruk-Hai he had previously
encountered. He fell into step beside Lurtz, studying him closely. Once
more he noticed the braids and he couldn't help let something slip. "An
Elf braided your hair."
 
Lurtz's eyes revealed his surprise at hearing that remark. "That's true.
Legolas did."
 
Thranduil carefully plotted his next move. "Legolas?" 
 
Lurtz nodded. "Yes, Legolas..." he hesitated, but then added, "He is my
mate..." 
 
Lurtz's answer pleased Thranduil, but also piqued his interest. "I never
encountered an Elf who took an Uruk-Hai for a mate."
 
Lurtz's eyes darkened, feeling unfairly judged. "I tried to run, but he
caught me. I told him not to pursue me, but he is stubborn. Life will
never be easy for us, but he accepted that and refused to let me go. I
will defend him until my last breath."
 
Thranduil smiled brightly beneath his hood. /He is protective of Legolas
and I begin to believe that he really loves my son. Legolas, you really
did hunt him down, did you not?/ 
 
Lurtz halted in his tracks, arriving at the guest quarters. "I will
check for spare rooms. Please wait here." 
 
Thranduil waited patiently for Lurtz to return, mentally reviewing
everything he had learned these last few hours. Elrond was bedridden due
to his injuries and Elladan and Elrohir were trying to perform their
father's duties, but they were inexperienced and bound to make mistakes.
And what about Glorfindel? Why had Elrond's seneschal allowed Elladan to
inspect the borders alone? 
 
"Hynduil?" Lurtz walked up to the Elf, feeling sympathy for Hynduil who
was forced to hide his features because he was maimed for life. He felt
like hiding himself, but Legolas wouldn't let him. "I will take you to
your room."
 
"Aye, I will follow," said Thranduil. The warm expression in Lurtz's
eyes made him wonder. /I never met anyone like him. I can understand why
Legolas is attracted to him./
 
Lurtz opened a door and signaled for Hynduil to step inside. "I can show
you to the kitchen later, if you are hungry."
 
Thranduil nodded once. "Thank you for your help, Lurtz. Maybe we can
share dinner later?"
 
Surprised, Lurtz whispered a 'yes', wondering why Hynduil seemed to
accept him when others stared at him in distrust. 
 
Thranduil closed the door, walked over to the window and pushed back his
hood. /My time here is limited. Elladan saw my face and I fear he will
tell Elrond what he saw. Elrond will then realize I lied to him and
summon me. I must make the most of the time I have left, and I will
spend that time with Lurtz... and Legolas. Ah, seeing my son warmed my
heart. He did look happy./
 
Thranduil stared at the trees and listened to their whispers for hours,
letting them tell him about Imladris' beauty.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. 
 
"Thank you for giving me back my son," whispered Elrond, in tears. Now
that it was just the four of them, he finally let go and cried softly.
The healer had cleaned Elladan's injuries and bandaged them again,
declaring that Elladan would make a full recovery. Elrond clung to those
words, hoping to never face such loss again. 
 
Glorfindel and Elrohir exchanged a glance, knowing how important it was
that Elrond realized his son had safely returned to him. 
 
Elladan released a groan; his eyes lost their distant expression and
came alive again. His head still throbbed, but it no longer resembled
the agony he had been in earlier. He blinked, trying to focus on the
face hovering above him. "Ada?" he stuttered in surprise. "Ada?" 
 
"Ai, Elladan, you scared me..." Elrond pulled Elladan to his chest,
ignoring the pain his broken ribs caused him. "Be more careful in the
future, Elladan for I do not wish to lose you." 
 
Elrond loosened his embrace and Elladan finally got the chance to look
at his father. "I am sorry I made you worry about me, Ada..." Cocking
his head, he smiled at finding his twin brother close. "Elrohir... You
sent out the search party? I knew you would sense my pain."
 
Elrohir sat down on the side of the bed and clasped his fingers around
Elladan's. "Elladan, did you know that Ada can sense our pain as well?"
He caught Elrond's distraught look, but proceeded anyway. Elladan
deserved to know the truth. "We both sensed you were in pain." 
 
Elladan's eyes widened as his gaze shifted from Elrohir to Elrond. "Is
that true?"
 
Elrond bit his bottom lip before answering. "Aye..." 
 
Elrohir cringed, seeing Elrond's disapproval, but shook his head. They
shouldn't keep this from Elladan. 
 
Elladan raised his right hand, which was remarkably steady and touched
his father's face. "I feel better now, Ada, do you feel better too?" One
look at Elrohir had told him that his twin had fully recovered, but had
Elrond? Their father had been through some very rough times, and
shouldn't be going through this because he had been so stupid to venture
out alone.
 
"Now that I know you are safe I feel better, aye," smiled Ada relieved.
"But you should rest, Elladan, not talk. Do you want Elrohir to take you
to your room or would you like to rest here?"
 
Elladan searched Elrond's pleading eyes. "I will stay here with you,
Ada." 
 
Elrohir smiled, seeing the relief in their father's eyes. "I will join
Erestor and Legolas then... And I must look after Elladan's savior, but
I will join you for dinner." 
 
Elladan watched his brother leave, smiling contentedly. "Maybe I should
rest..." He did feel a little sleepy. "Hynduil refused to let me
sleep... He was scared I had a head injury..." explained Elladan. "He
has an extraordinary voice, Ada and his eyes..." He drifted off into
sleep mid-sentence.
 
Elrond smiled fondly at his son. "Aye, sleep and grow strong again..." 
 
Glorfindel chose that moment to retreat to the door, wanting to give
father and son some privacy. He was about to open the door when Elrond
said his name. 
 
"Glorfindel..." 
 
Glorfindel turned to face Elrond. "No matter how much I want to belong
with you and your family, I realize I cannot be included in all
situations."
 
"You are wrong. Come here, melme." Elrond raised a hand, once more
regretting he couldn't leave his bed. "You are a part of this family,
Glorfindel, and you always will be. Never doubt that my sons love you
dearly, and I can no longer live without you." He looked at the blond
pleadingly. "Do not leave me now when I need you the most."
 
Glorfindel sighed, unable to deny Elrond. He walked over to the bed and
sat down when Elrond pulled him close. Looking into Elrond's eyes he saw
they had turned grey; they always did when Elrond felt distressed. The
misty blue had faded when Elladan had been placed in Elrond's arms.
Glorfindel shivered, admitting his worst fears. "I dreaded bringing
Elladan's dead body back to you." 
 
Elrond used his remaining strength to coax Glorfindel into lying down at
his other side. One arm remained slung around Elladan's waist, keeping
him warm and close; the other wrapped itself around Glorfindel, holding
him tight. "You brought my son back to me, melethron... Now rest,
knowing Elladan is safe."
 
Glorfindel rested his head on Elrond's shoulder, looking at Elladan as
the younger half-Elf slept safely in his father's arms. /We could have
lost him. I must be more careful./
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Thranduil left his room, walked down the corridor and halted at hearing
his son's voice. Eavesdropping, he stood silent, listening closely. 
 
"Lurtz, I need your strength tonight..."
 
"Legolas? What is wrong? You seem upset..."
 
"Ai, the messenger returned from Mirkwood today, but carried no reply. I
fear my father is displeased... I do not know what to expect." 
 
Thranduil regretted upsetting his son like that, but he had left without
writing a letter in response. 
 
"What is the worst thing your father can do?"
 
"Disown me and banish me from my home. And Lurtz, my heart despairs at
the thought of never seeing my father and brother again."
 
Thranduil shook his head. "Do you have so little faith in me?" he
whispered, barely audible, not ready to reveal his presence yet. 
 
"Legolas, you knew this could happen when you chose me as your mate. I
tried to tell you, to stop you, but..."
 
"I would not let you," finished Legolas. "Ai, Lurtz, I love you. How
could I betray my own feelings? But I hoped he would understand... He
always told me to love unconditionally and not to be prejudiced and I
hoped... hoped..." 
 
Thranduil's hands turned into fists, hearing Legolas release a soft sob.
He wanted to march in there and reveal himself to his son, and take
Legolas in his arms. He wanted to assure Legolas that he was loved and
that he was always welcome in Mirkwood, but had he gathered enough
information? Was he absolutely convinced that Lurtz was the right mate
for Legolas? Was he ready to reveal himself?
 
TBC
 Beta read by Ilye, thank you!
 


Part 5
Exposed

  

Thranduil shook his head. Nay, he didn't want to reveal himself just
yet. Elladan would reveal his secret shortly, and in the mean time he
planned to enjoy himself by walking through the streets of Imladris
incognito. 

Listening closely, he realized that Legolas and Lurtz were no longer
talking; instead soft moans and whispers reached his ears. /Ai, I do not
want to listen in on my son making love.../ Frowning, he quickly marched
out of the corridor and into a great hall, where he had never been
before. In one corner, looking out of the window, was Erestor. Thranduil
decided to turn around, wanting to avoid Erestor. The dark haired Elf
always was very perceptive and might realize his real identity. 

Turning around, he chose another corridor, which led him outside into
the beautiful gardens. The trees called to him and he sat down, resting
his back against the trunk of a chestnut. Considering everything that
had happened since leaving Mirkwood, he wondered about the absence of
his anger, which he usually felt toward Elrond. For millennia he had
blamed Elrond for the death of his father, but maybe the time had come
to let go of his anger - especially now Legolas had found a temporary
home here. /And after saving Elladan's life it will be hard to remain
angry. I truly believe I developed a soft spot for that lad./ 

Hearing voices, he looked up. Legolas and Lurtz walked into the gardens
as well, but they took off in the opposite direction, for which he was
grateful. Now he had the chance to watch them unnoticed. Legolas' arm
was wrapped around Lurtz and the Uruk-Hai laughed warmly at something
his son said. Most of his worries had been laid to rest after watching
them interact. He knew true love when he saw it. /Legolas, it is beyond
me why you thought I would banish you from Mirkwood. Even if I did not
approve of your liaison I would never stop you from coming home.../ 

The two men disappeared behind the trees, and Thranduil stopped spying
on them. He might still be able to hear what they were saying when he
strained his hearing, but he didn't want to invade their privacy. 

"Hynduil?"

The soft voice took him completely by surprise, but he had enough sense
left to keep the hood in place. "Elladan?" But no, this wasn't the
youngster he had saved; there was no gash above his eye. "Nay, Master
Elrohir," he corrected himself. He quickly rose to his feet and bowed
his head in greeting. "How may I be of assistance?" 

"Would you join us for dinner this evening? Elladan wants to thank you
in person for saving his life, and Ada wants to talk to you as well."
Elrohir watched the stranger carefully, annoyed that the hood hid his
features. "Ada was right; you are among friends here. You do not have to
wear that hood. None will feel offended by your scars."

Thranduil smiled secretly. Aye, he did like the twins. But was accepting
the invitation a wise thing to do? /Elladan will wonder about the hood
and point out to them that my face is not scarred. He will expose me./

"Hynduil? Will you give us this opportunity to thank you? You did save
Elladan's life." Elrohir clasped his hands behind his back, waiting
patiently. 

Thranduil realized that he wouldn't be able to keep his identity a
secret much longer. "Aye, I will join you for dinner. How fares Elladan?
I trust one of your father's healers saw to his injuries?" Elladan had
been his responsibility for a short time only, but he still felt
worried. 

Elrohir nodded. "Elladan should feel well enough to join us for dinner.
He might still experience headaches, but he should heal quickly. I will
send a servant to take you to the dining room later this evening."

Thranduil almost pointed out that he knew the way to the dining hall,
but he didn't want to make Elrohir suspicious. "I will be there."

Elrohir nodded once and walked toward the great hall where he hoped to
find Erestor. Now that his father was confined to his room, they had to
take care of urgent matters. 

Thranduil watched the half-Elf leave and then settled down beneath the
tree once more, enjoying the warm rays of the sun, which looked like
liquid gold. He knew very well that his love for white gems and silver
gave him the reputation of being greedy, but the pure and untouched
jewels delighted him. Feeling at peace and comfortable, he allowed
himself to drift off for a short nap. The trees would warn him should
anyone approach.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elrond dotingly looked at his eldest son, still resting in his arms.
Glorfindel had excused himself when the sun had set, claiming he needed
to check on the preparations for dinner, as this evening was special;
they celebrated Elladan's safe return, and would honor the young
half-Elf's savior. "Elladan? It is time for you to wake up. You might
want to wash up and change for dinner."

Elladan's sleep had been a healing one. The gash above the eye was
beginning to close and a shallow cut showed beneath the bandages around
his arm. He expected Elladan to have dizzy spells for some time, but his
son should be able to take care of himself once more. "Elladan?"

Elladan stirred reluctantly, burying his face in his father's robes. "Do
not wake me... sleep..."

Elrond smiled warmly. "You can go back to sleep after dinner, Elladan.
But now you must wake up." 

Elladan's eyes came alive and they focused on his father. "Ada..." How
had he gotten back home? The last thing he remembered was Hynduil
telling him to stay awake. Elrond's eyes sparkled with happiness, but he
sensed his father had been sad, crying. "Ada, I regret scaring you like
that. I never expected that party of Orcs and Uruk-Hai to show up."

"Thankfully Hynduil came along," whispered Elrond, brushing back strands
of black hair behind his son's ears. 

"Aye, I was very fortunate..." Finally fully wakening up, Elladan
stretched lazily. "But enough about me, how do you fare, Ada? Are you
still in pain?" 

"My ribs still feel tender, but they are healing." Elrond smiled
saddened.

"And your ankles?"

"It will be weeks before I can walk again." Elrond stroked his son's
hair. "Elladan, never scare me like that again! I feared I had lost
you."

Elladan returned the smile. "Ada, you won't lose me." 

Elrond placed a paternal kiss on his son's brow. "Now take a bath and
change into clean clothes. I asked Hynduil to join us for dinner so we
may properly thank him. I take it you approve?" Frowning, he wondered
about the blush that spread on Elladan's face. 

"Aye, I approve..." Elladan suddenly felt nervous. Hynduil had saved his
life and maybe it was a case of ill-timed hero worship, but he was
falling for the other Elf. /Stop it. Why should he be interested in me?
He is a skilled and experienced warrior judging by the way he handled
those Orcs... He probably thinks I am nothing but a child.../ 

"Elladan?" The frown deepened. "It is normal that you feel grateful, for
Hynduil saved your life... Or did something else happen that you did not
tell me?"

Elladan cringed, unable to reveal his feelings just yet. /What do you
want me to say, Ada? That I was lost after looking into those eyes? For
a moment I thought I was walking the heavens and that the stars
surrounded me./

Elrond took pity on his son. "Elladan, clean up and change your clothes.
Dinner will be served in a few moments and you do not want to be late."

Elladan locked eyes with his father. "Will you attend dinner as well?"

"Aye," said Elrond softly, "Glorfindel offered to carry me."

"I would gladly carry you as well, Ada," he said adoringly. Elrond was
very important at him. His father had practically raised them, whilst
Celebrian had spent a lot of time in 'Lorien. Elrohir and he had grown
up, loved by their father, Erestor and Glorfindel. Although they hadn't
been able to take their mother's place, Elrohir and he had never felt
like they were missing out on something. Their unconditional love had
made them into the men they were today, and Elrohir and he loved them
for it.

"I know that, Elladan... You always make me proud." 

Elladan shuffled his feet at hearing his father's praise. He hugged
Elrond gently, careful not to put any pressure on his father's ribs and
then got to his feet. "I will see you at dinner then..." Elladan reached
the doorway and looked over his shoulder at his father. "I do not know
about you but Hynduil certainly intrigues me. I never saw stars shine
from someone eyes before, and although he looks like he is younger than
me, he feels ancient. I am looking forward to talking to him some more!"
Elladan dashed into the corridor and headed for his rooms.

Elrond gasped in surprise at hearing Elladan's words. "Stars in his
eyes? He looks young, but feels ancient? By Elbereth, I only know one
Elf who..." His voice faltered, suddenly growing worried. "It cannot be
him. Why would Thranduil leave Mirkwood? And why would he save my son's
life? Maybe he did not know it was Elladan when he saved him, but... Why
look after him and take him here? It would explain the hood; he would
not want me to recognize him. By the Grace of the Valar, this is bad...
What is Thranduil up to? I..."

"Elrond? Meleth-nīn?" Glorfindel was startled at hearing his love
ranting and quickly hurried over to Elrond's side. Sitting down, he
clasped the half-Elf's hands in his. "What is wrong?"

Elrond shook his head. "Nay, I must be wrong. It cannot be Thranduil. He
would never look after one of my sons..."

Glorfindel grew concerned, seemingly unable to stop Elrond's monologue.
"Melme?" He placed his hands on either side of Elrond's head and forced
his lover to look at him. "Why are you talking about Thranduil?" What
had happened during his absence?

Elrond shivered. "Elladan described his savior's face to me... An
ageless face with starlit eyes. Now whom does that remind you of?"

"Thranduil." Now Glorfindel understood. "I already wondered about his
voice, which sounded familiar. How will we proceed?"

"He saved Elladan..." Elrond felt at a loss. "Though I wonder why.
Dinner must go on as planned, and we will pretend ignorance." 

"Does Elladan know who saved him?" Glorfindel soothingly rubbed Elrond's
back, trying to reassure the half-Elf. Every time when he thought Elrond
was growing stronger, something happened that upset him. It would take
Elrond a long time to heal that way. 

"Nay, I do not think so... By Elbereth, he blushed..." Elrond's heart
raced. "Elladan cannot fall in love with him; he cannot!"

"Love?" Glorfindel slowly pulled Elrond against his chest. "You think
Elladan fell in love with Thranduil because he blushed when you
mentioned the King's name? Are you not a little hasty?" He felt worried
himself now. "You must be wrong." Hynduil had acted nothing like the
Thranduil he remembered. "Maybe he changed?"

"Who? Thranduil?" Elrond laughed bitterly. "He will always blame me for
his father's death, meleth-nīn. He will never let go of his resentment.
Thranduil probably did not know who Elladan was when he rescued my
son..." 

Glorfindel waited for Elrond to calm down. The half-Elf leaned against
him, resting his head against his shoulder. 

"What are his plans? Why did he come here? And why am I incapacitated at
a time like this?" Elrond briefly closed his eyes. "If it is truly
Thranduil, we have a problem on our hands."

"Let us see how dinner goes," advised Glorfindel calmly. "Maybe it is
not Thranduil and you are worrying for no reason at all."

"But it -is- Thranduil," said Elrond, frustrated.

Glorfindel soothed his love, rubbing Elrond's back and stroking his
hair. "I will help you change into your ceremonial robes and then I will
carry you to the dining hall. I will not leave your side, melethron."

Reassured by his lover's promise, Elrond sighed wearily. "I must protect
Elladan..."

Glorfindel tucked Elrond's head beneath his chin. "Elladan reached
maturity long ago, Elrond. He can make his own decisions..."

Elrond knew Glorfindel was right, but... "They will always be the little
ones; the babies we cared for. I will always worry about them."

"I understand," soothed Glorfindel. "Now let us get you ready for
dinner."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Elrohir!" Elladan dashed into his brother's room and dropped onto
Elrohir's bed.

"How do you fare?" asked Elrohir, turning around after finishing
braiding his hair. Studying Elladan, he caught an unfamiliar expression
in those mischievous eyes. His brother had bathed, changed into brown
robes, and was now staring at the ceiling. 

"Elrohir? You have been in love before..." He rolled onto his stomach,
and smiled at his brother. "Did you also have such a... tingling feeling
in your stomach?" 

Elrohir nodded. "Aye, I did... Are you in love then?"

"I might be..." Elladan sighed deeply, smiling fondly. "Did you see the
stars in his eyes?"

Elrohir felt lost. "-Which- stars in -whose- eyes? Elladan, who are you
talking about?" He moved over to the bed and sat down next to his
brother, sensing Elladan's happiness. 

"Hynduil's!" Elladan shook his head. "How could you not notice? I have
never seen an Elf more beautiful... My blood sang when he looked at me,
and his voice..." Dreamily, he stared at Elrohir. "Seriously, how could
you not notice?"

Elrohir frowned. "Hynduil refused to remove his hood, claiming his face
was scarred."

Elladan, startled, sat upright. His eyes had widened at Elrohir's words
and he shook his head. "His face is not scarred. It is ageless,
beautiful, bewitching. I could not tell how old he was... He -looked-
even younger than me, but those eyes..."

"I do not like this," whispered Elrohir. "Why would he lie to us? He
also told Ada that he was scarred."

Elladan's cheerfulness faded quickly. "I do not understand." Was Hynduil
playing games? Why hide from his father? Elrond would never mistreat an
Elf, let alone one who had saved his son from certain death. 

"Elladan," said Elrohir in a soft, compassionate tone, "be careful with
your feelings. You might be falling for an imposter." He hated seeing
the disappointment on his brother's face but he had to dampen Elladan's
enthusiasm. "Did you tell Ada about the stranger's eyes?"

"Aye, but I hurried out of the room and I do not know how he reacted..."
Suddenly, he seemed to shrink into himself. "Stupid me, why did I fall
for him? I thought..." Elrohir's hand squeezed his shoulder, offering
comfort, but he still felt disappointed and lonely. "I was falling in
love with him."

"Guard your feelings well," advised Elrohir, "and do not despair. You
will find love when the time is right."

Listlessly, Elladan nodded his head. He had been looking forward to
dinner, but now he dreaded it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thranduil sensed the tension in the hall when he approached the dinner
table. Elrond was already sitting at the head of the table with
Glorfindel close to his right. The twins now seated themselves as well
and he marveled at their likeness, but yet he easily identified Elladan.
He would never mistake one for the other. 

"Please sit down, as you are our guest of honor," said Glorfindel
calmly, knowing Elrond didn't trust his voice. His lover had acted
nervously since Elladan had told him about the stranger's eyes. What if
it was Thranduil?

"Thank you." Thranduil sat down opposite Elrond and scanned their
expressions. Elrond looked haggard and suspicious. Glorfindel carefully
masked his feelings, but he read mistrust and disappointment in
Elladan's eyes; the half-Elf was still too young to carefully hide his
emotions. /They found me out... They know who I am./ 

Elrond gave Glorfindel a thankful look when the blond gently entwined
their fingers beneath the table. Clearing his throat, Elrond prepared
himself for the dreaded confrontation. "Maybe you should remove your
hood, for my son tells me that you do not bear any scars that might
offend us. Instead he speaks of starlit eyes... Why?"

Thranduil sighed resignedly and pulled back the hood, revealing his
features. He heard Elrohir's surprised gasp, and Elladan averted his
eyes when he tried to make eye contact. Glorfindel and Elrond didn't
seem surprised; they had expected this, but he did feel like he owed
Elladan an explanation. 

Elrond was about to say something, when Thranduil spoke first. He
swallowed his words, hearing Thranduil address Elladan.

"Elladan? I regret misleading you, but I was unwilling to reveal myself
to you..." Thranduil saw even more questions in Elladan's eyes.

"But I do not understand," whispered Elladan. "Why hide your face,
Hynduil? Why tell Ada and Elrohir you are scarred?"

"Ai..." Thranduil's fair features briefly contorted. Looking at Elrond
and Glorfindel he said, "You did not tell them who I am?"

"We were not sure," admitted Elrond. "I could not believe you would care
for one of my sons... considering our past." Searching out Elladan's
eyes, he wished there was a way to not hurt his son with this
revelation. "Hynduil is not his real name..." 

Elladan's eyes widened in surprise. "What?"

Elrohir reacted instinctively, claiming his brother's hand and holding
it tight to show his support. His gaze traveled from his brother to the
stranger. He had to admit that Elladan was right; the unknown Elf
possessed a haunting beauty. /But who is he? Why not use his real name?/

Elrond locked eyes with Thranduil. "Will you tell them, or must I reveal
your identity to them?" His fears had come true. For some elusive reason
Thranduil had left Mirkwood and had saved his eldest son. Why?

"I will tell them..." Thranduil once more sought out Elladan's eyes,
which simmered with suspicion. "I am Thranduil and I reign in Mirkwood.
Legolas is my youngest son."

Elladan gasped, shocked, and jumped to his feet. Elrohir tightened the
hold he had on his brother's hand, making sure Elladan couldn't run.
"You are Thranduil?" His eyes narrowed in distrust. "But you hate Ada!"

"Hate... Hate is too strong a word," soothed Thranduil. "We had some
differences in the past, some arguments, but I do not hate him."
Suddenly he realized he was babbling and he composed himself again. He
felt angry with himself for misleading Elladan. The trust he had seen
earlier in the youngster's eyes was gone now. That hurt. 

"Why are you here, Thranduil?" Elrond hated being unable to rise from
his chair. He would have preferred to have this conversation while
glaring down at Thranduil. Now he felt at a disadvantage. 

Thranduil wasn't surprised to see the distrust in Elrond's eyes. They
hadn't parted as friends. "I came here because I am worried about
Legolas. He wrote me about Lurtz, about taking him as his mate. I had to
make sure my son had chosen a worthy mate."

"Legolas," snapped Elrohir, "is your son and he does not know you are
here? Do you know how worried he has been? Ever since sending that
letter he has been losing weight!" 

"I will talk to Legolas tonight." Thranduil got to his feet and began
pacing the hall; eyes stung his back and he no longer felt welcome. "I
should leave now."

"Wait!" Elladan jumped to his feet and marched over to Thranduil, losing
himself once more in those star filled eyes. "Why save my life when Ada
and you do not get along?"

Thranduil smiled saddened, and he returned Elladan's probing gaze. "I
did not know who you were, but I would have saved you, even had I known
you were Elrond's son." 

Elladan took a step away from Thranduil and promptly bumped into
Glorfindel who stood behind him, glaring at Thranduil. He felt confused,
sensing that Thranduil was sincere, but at the same time his father
radiated a hostility, mirrored by Glorfindel. "Ada?" Lost, he looked to
his father for emotional support. 

Elrond bit his bottom lip, trying to rise from his chair, but Elrohir
immediately appeared at his side, gently pushing him down. 

"Do not dare to rise from your chair, Ada," warned Elrohir. "You are to
rest, not walk!"

Glorfindel feared the situation might escalate and quickly stepped in
front of Elladan, blocking the twin's line of sight. "Thranduil,
Imladris is eternally indebted to you for saving Elladan..." 

Thranduil politely inclined his head. "As I said earlier, there is no
debt. Elladan fought bravely but was greatly outnumbered. I was honored
to help him." 

Elrond's expression softened at hearing the sincerity in Thranduil's
voice. Maybe he had judged too quickly. "Dinner is about to be served...
Will you stay?" It was a peace offering he hoped Thranduil would
accept... for Elladan's sake. His eldest son looked confused and his
heart went out to Elladan. /Thranduil, accept... please./

Thranduil stared at Elrond, receiving a faint echo of those thoughts. "I
accept. I will stay for dinner..." /But only because of Elladan./ Maybe
he would find a way to explain to Elladan why he had decided against
revealing his identity. 

Elladan returned to his seat and Elrohir released the grip he had on his
father's shoulder. His eyes silently begged forgiveness from his father
for stopping him, and when Elrond smiled, Elrohir sat down once more,
staring at Thranduil. 

Thranduil took his seat again and they remained silent whilst the food
was being served. Once they were alone again, Thranduil sought out
Elrond's gaze. "I decided to see for myself what kind of... man Lurtz
was and I did not want Legolas to know they were being watched. I feel
satisfied that their bond is true, but I had to make sure myself. I hope
you understand, being a father yourself."

"That does not explain why you remained silent when you returned Elladan
to me," said Elrond slowly. "You told me your face was scarred."

Thranduil expected that question. "I was not sure I would be welcome
here, so I kept silent. I needed time to observe Lurtz and my son."

Elrond had to admit Thranduil's words made sense. "You approve of his
choice? I must say that surprises me..." Fatigue was growing on him.
Sitting upright put pressure on his mending ribs and his ankles throbbed
with pain once more. He craved lying down, but he couldn't leave now.

Thranduil inclined his head, sensing Elrond's exhaustion. "Aye, I
approve and I will tell him so." Eating some of the fruits and lembas,
his attention remained focused on Elrond and Glorfindel, catching a
glance of them holding hands. "You seem tired; would you not prefer to
retire and rest?"

Elrond raised an eyebrow in surprise at Thranduil's tone. /He sounds
worried!/ "I am fine," he said stubbornly, ignoring the disapproving
look Glorfindel gave him. He was tired, and his lover knew it as well. 

Glorfindel cradled Elrond's hand in his. "Maybe our guest is right; you
look tired."

Elrond shook his head; he disliked them teaming up against him!

"Ada, you should retire," said Elrohir concerned. "Will you allow me to
take you to your rooms?"

Glorfindel moved faster and lifted a protesting Elrond in his arms. "I
will carry him, Elrohir... But you may accompany us and tend to his
injuries." 

Elrond scolded his lover, but Glorfindel continued anyway. Looking at
Thranduil, Elrond cringed at the amused expression in the Elf's eyes. 

Thranduil smiled, nodded once and then concentrated on Elladan. 

As they disappeared into the corridor, Elrond was still protesting, but
Glorfindel effectively silenced the half-Elf by kissing him. Elrond
moaned softly, resting a hand at the back of Glorfindel's neck. "You
should not have done that," said Elrond chidingly once Glorfindel had
released his lips. "Thranduil will think me weak; you lifting and
carrying me like that..."

"Does it matter what he thinks?" asked Glorfindel. 

Elrohir opened the door to his father's private rooms and let them pass.
He uncovered several soothing balms and clean bandages to wrap around
his father's ribcage. Elrond and Glorfindel were kissing, touching,
moaning, and Elrohir blushed, quickly moving back to the door and
closing it; he could tend to his father's injuries later. /I draw the
line at watching them make out.../ he thought amused. /Now, how fares
Elladan...?/ 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unable to stay seated any longer, Elladan rose and paced the hall,
occasionally glancing at his savior. /Thranduil... Legolas' father
rescued me... And it is obvious Ada and he do not get along.../ What was
he supposed to do? Butterflies still tickled his insides and he tried to
ignore the sensation, but one look at those starlit eyes made his heart
flutter in his chest. /I cannot fall in love with him.../ 

"I wish you had told me who you were..." Elladan felt cheated. 

"I regret not speaking the truth," said Thranduil, getting to his feet
and walking over to Elladan. "But I needed to observe Legolas whilst my
son was unaware of my presence. I knew you would expose me quickly
because you had seen my face. My eyes set me apart from other Elves
and..." He grew quiet, seeing the thoughtful expression in Elladan's
eyes. "You have become very dear to me in a short time. I would like to
earn your trust and friendship, but..." He had to return to Mirkwood
shortly and he wasn't sure there was enough time to mend the friendship
that had formed between them. "But I am willing to try if you are."

Elladan felt truly lost. Thranduil confused him; when looking at the
ageless face he had a hard time seeing an ancient Elf. He saw someone
his own age, someone he really, really liked, but... /He is of Ada's age
and the ruler of Mirkwood. I cannot lose my heart to him, no matter what
he looks like./

"Elladan?"