Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 1/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Ultimately Elladan/Legolas.  Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel,  
Thranduil, Bargon, (Thranduil’s Counselor OMC) and Maethoron, (Thranduil’s Captain 
OMC), Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Celebrian.
Elladan, Elrond, Elrohir, Legolas and Thranduil in this chapter.   
Rating:  NC-17
Disclaimer:  They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it, and I am not making any 
money.
Timeline:  Third Age. 
Warning:  AU.  Angst.  Adult language and situations.  At times, this story contains 
males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. If this is not to your liking -- read NO 
further.  
Beta:  The one and only Aglarien who is more patient than anyone I know.  Thanks 
Agie!  Any other mistakes are my own.
A/N: *Emphasis*   
This story has been floating around in my mind and demanded to be written.  It features a 
darker Elladan than we are used to and a young vulnerable Legolas.  For the purpose of 
this story, I have decided (with some advice from the great and wonderful Min.) that the 
age of majority for an elf is 500 years.  Legolas will reach his majority during the year 
of their betrothal.  NO underage sex!!!     
Feedback:  Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!    
Summary:  King Thranduil has a discussion with Legolas and Elrond tells Elladan what 
has happened.  

Chapter One 

Imladris

Elrond sat behind his desk trying to think of a way to tell Elladan what had transpired at 
the meeting with Mithrandir last week.  Normally he would have spoken to his sons the 
day of the meeting, but the news he would have to convey was not going to be welcome 
and the elf lord was hesitant to relate it.

How does one tell their child they are to be bound to an elf who has barely reached the 
age of majority?  Elladan had little patience with anyone except Elrohir, who understood 
his brother’s moods and reasoning in most cases.  Having to tell him he would be bound 
to an elf who was more a youth than an adult would be bad enough.  Telling him it would 
be the youngest prince of Mirkwood would only make matters worse.  The animosity 
between the realms would make the success of the union almost impossible, yet the Valar 
demanded it.

A knock at the door signaled Elladan and Elrohir’s arrival, and Elrond welcomed them 
immediately.  “Pour yourself a glass of wine, my sons, and have a seat.  I wish to tell you 
of the meeting that took place last week.

Elladan poured the wine and offered his father a glass before sitting in a chair in front of 
the desk.  “I admit I was curious that you haven’t spoken to me about the proceedings 
before now.  I imagine it was a tense gathering with King Thranduil in attendance.”

“The council was heated, that I will admit,” Elrond replied, frowning a bit as he accepted 
the wine.  “It was not only Thranduil who voiced his displeasure.  I was also vocal in my 
rejection of the outcome.”

“You and Thranduil disagreed on something?”  Elrohir asked in disbelief.  “I wish I had 
been there to see that happen.  What was the council’s decision, if I may ask?”   
 
“It is more like the decision of the Valar, which Mithrandir brought to us.  It will prepare 
us for the coming dark times ahead.  You know the shadow is growing.  The reports you 
bring back from your patrols are proof that orc activity is growing at a record pace.

“The darkness from Dol Guldur has forced the king to move the people of Taur-nu-Fuin 
to the northern most part of the forest.  Sauron’s power is growing and we must act now 
to ensure the future.”

“We know all of this, father,” Elladan stated patiently.  “What does that have to do with 
the meeting?”

“The purpose of the meeting was to give the people of Arda the best possible chance to 
conquer the darkness.  Mithrandir spoke of the last elfling born in Arda almost 500 years 
ago.”

“Aye,” Elrohir injected, remembering the birth.  “Thranduil’s youngest.  What is his 
name?”

“Legolas,” Elrond answered with a nod.  “His birth was orchestrated by the Valar 
themselves.  The prince is a child of light, and he will play an important part in the fight 
for survival of all the peoples of Arda.  They have seen and know more than I of what is 
to happen.  We can only follow their guidance in these matters.”

“What is their guidance, and why do I feel like we are about to hear something we will 
not like?” Elrohir asked, always the one to anticipate trouble.

“They wish an alliance formed between Taur-nu-Fuin and Imladris to give Legolas the 
best opportunity to grow in his mettle as a warrior.  The prince has excelled in his 
training as an archer and in his lessons, but needs further training in weapons that are not 
used by the wood elves.  His scholastic endeavors must also continue so he will have the 
knowledge he will need.”

“Legolas will need someone to guide him through his majority into full elfhood, and the 
Valar have chosen whom they think will be the best elf to perform this duty.  A binding 
will take place a year from the coming spring.  The prince will arrive after the first thaw 
and remain here, training and learning for that year.  After the ceremony, it will be the 
chosen elf’s sole purpose to ready Legolas for his purpose.”

“Father, do not tell me it is one of us,” Elladan almost begged.  “Neither one of us has 
time to raise an elfling, much less a *wood elf*.

Elrohir looked at his father in shock and waited for the words that would ruin one of their 
lives.

“I wish I could tell you it was not, Elladan,” Elrond replied solemnly.  “The prince is not 
an elfling.  He will reach the age of majority during the year before the binding.  The 
Valar have spoken, my elf warrior.  You will sign the contract once Legolas arrives in the 
valley.”  

“And if I refuse?” Elladan asked angrily.  “I will not be bound to a wood elf, especially 
one I have to help raise!”

“You will refuse the Valar, my son?” Elrond asked calmly.  “It is their order we must 
follow.”

“Why me?” he asked more calmly, but still shaking with anger.  

“I agree with Elladan.  What has he done to earn disfavor?” Elrohir asked, almost as 
upset as his twin.

“I know not, my sons, but the Valar know things we do not,” Elrond replied with 
sympathy.  “The ceremony will take place, and you, Elladan will be bound to Legolas.  I 
realize it will be in name only, but you are charged with preparing him for the fight of our 
lives.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Taur-nu-Fuin

Legolas was practicing with his bow when Bargon interrupted him.

“You’re father would like to speak to you, my Prince, and requests your presence in his 
study,” the counselor said, smiling.  He had a fondness for the youngest of Thranduil’s 
brood.  Legolas was the sweetest and most behaved of the princes.

“I shall fetch my arrows and be there shortly,” Legolas replied, smiling.  “Thank you 
Bargon!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Legolas entered his father’s study the king set aside some correspondence he was 
working on and gave his youngest a smile.  “Were you out on the archery field, 
Legolas?”

“Aye, I was, but what did you need father?” the prince asked, eager to know why he had 
been called away from practice.

“What do you know about binding with another elf?” Thranduil asked, gently.

“I know that you and your beloved exchange vows and your palms are cut so that you 
become one,” the prince replied, blushing a bit to be talking to his father about such a 
thing.

“Is there a maid or an elf whom you like?” the king asked, still gently.

“Nay, I spend too much time practicing to notice anyone I would like, father. You know 
that,” Legolas replied, wondering why he was being asked.

“Do you remember when I went to Imladris to have a meeting with Mithrandir and Lord 
Elrond?” Thranduil questioned.

“Aye, you were quite unhappy when you returned and did not want to discuss what 
happened.  Did Elrond do something to make you angry again?” the prince asked, curious 
to know more about the Imladrin lord.

“Nay, it was not Elrond who upset me, but Mithrandir,” the king explained.  “Really it 
was not Mithrandir; it was the Valar.  They have made a decision that will change our 
lives.”

“Aren’t the Valar wise and knowing?” Legolas questioned.  “Aren’t we supposed to 
worship them and follow their guidance?”

“Aye, we are, but sometimes they want things that a normal elf like me cannot always 
agree with,” Thranduil replied.  “Do you always agree with everything I say to try to help 
you grow to be a better elf?”

“Nay, I do not always understand why I cannot do some of the things I would like to do,” 
Legolas answered honestly.

“This is sort of the same thing, but we must do as the Valar wills us for our own good,” 
the king stated wisely.  “In the spring, you will be traveling to Imladris to train and 
continue your studies…”

“But I do not wish to go to Imladris, father,” the prince interrupted.  “Why would I want 
to go there?  They are…we do not get along with them.”

“Aye, but the Valar want us to get along with each other,” Thranduil explained.  “We 
must form an alliance with them; that is the wish of the Valar.  It is also their wish that 
you bind with Elrond’s eldest son, Elladan.”

Legolas stared at his father in disbelief before becoming angry.  “I am not in love with 
Elladan and will not bind to someone I do not love.  He is a half-elf and you said we 
should not associate with them.  Now you want me to bind with one?”

“Peace, Legolas,” Thranduil said, holding up his hand.  “Elladan must help you and guide 
you to be the best warrior that Arda has ever witnessed.  The Valar chose him to be your 
mate, in name only, I am sure.  I do not feel any better than you do about this, my son, 
but we cannot defy the Valar.”

Legolas had never felt so helpless and dejected in his entire life.  It seemed he would 
have no say in what was going to happen to him.  In the spring he would be forced to 
leave his home, and then a year later forced to marry a son of Elrond.  There was no 
chance at a love he had always dreamed of; just an alliance between Taur-nu-Fuin and 
Imladris.  He was almost positive that he could not bear the half-elf to even touch him; 
how was he supposed to be bound to him?

“Father, this is not fair,” Legolas spat out angrily.  “Do I not deserve to be loved by the 
one I am bound to?  Should I not also love him?  Instead of happiness for eternity, I am 
being used as a pawn by the very Valar I am supposed to serve!  I am condemned to a life 
of sorrow and hatred!  I will never allow that half elf to touch me!” 

The prince left the room with a slam of the door and left Thranduil wondering if Legolas 
wasn’t right to think he was being used as a pawn.

TBC