Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 4/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Ultimately Elladan/Legolas.  Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel,  
Thranduil, Bargon, (Thranduil’s Counselor OMC), Maethoron, (Thranduil’s Captain OMC), 
Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Celebrian and the elfling Arwen.
Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Glorfindel, Bargon (OMC), Maethoron (OMC), Celebrian and 
Arwen.
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!!!  NO non-con and NO rape!!!     
Feedback:  Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!  
Summary:  A wager is made while Legolas and Elladan meet for the first time alone. An 
inquisitive elfling causes Legolas to flee the breakfast table.
  
Chapter Four

Imladris

It was decided to forego the trip to the archery range; the party from Taur-nu-Fuin was too weary 
from the trip, especially the young prince.  Legolas had never traveled so far, and as much as he 
liked to practice with his bow, he could not muster the strength even for a display meant to 
entertain.

It was Bargon who noticed how tired the prince was and suggested the trip be put off until the 
next afternoon.  “I am sure the display will be worth waiting for, my lord.”

“Of course, the journey here takes a lot out of full grown elves used to traveling.  I can only 
imagine how tired Legolas must be,” Elrond replied with understanding.  “If you wish, my 
Prince, you may return to your room and we will see you at the morning meal.”

Legolas breathed a sigh of relief and answered the elf lord politely.  “If you do not mind, hiren, I 
am most weary from the trip.  A good night’s sleep will refresh me and I will be ready for a 
display of archery in the morning.  I wish you all a good evening.”  

Legolas placed his napkin next to his plate before rising out of the chair and pushing it back into 
the table.  With a light bow, he left the room to retire for the night.

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

Glorfindel and Erestor challenged Maethoron and Bargon to a war game in the Great Hall, while 
others told stories or danced to the beautiful music provided by the minstrels.  Of course, 
questions about Legolas came up during the fiercely competitive game.

“Tell me about Legolas’ studies?” Erestor asked out of curiosity.  “I know the library in Taur-nu-
Fuin is nothing like the one here in Imladris, but he seems well educated.”

“King Thranduil sent for the best scholars so Legolas could learn about a variety of subjects,” 
Bargon answered kindly.  “I think you will find him eager to learn new things.  He has always 
been curious about traditions and cultures different from our own.”

“It will be a pleasure to tutor him in that case,” Erestor replied with a smile.  “One always hopes 
they are getting through to their students.  I am looking forward to getting started, but am willing 
to wait out the weekend.  The prince needs a chance to recharge and get used to his 
surroundings.”

“Aye,” Maethoron agreed readily.  “Once he is accustomed to being here, you will find out what 
a delight he is to have around.  He will be missed at home by everyone.  Even the kitchen staff 
and the stable hands will ask after him.  Legolas is known for his kindness and compassion.”

“Perhaps he can bring a little joy into Elladan’s life,” Glorfindel added with hope.  “Our lord’s 
eldest has changed so much since his majority.  I often wonder if Sauron did not replace our 
sweet elfling with another.  No one can reach him, except perhaps Elrohir, and not even he can 
touch Elladan’s heart.”

“It will be hard for our young prince,” Bargon reasoned.  “He is not used to being treated in such 
a harsh manner as Elladan did when they were introduced.  I was glad he rallied and did not treat 
Elrond’s son in the same fashion.  Legolas may be sweet and kind, but he has his father’s temper.  
A temper he has yet learned to control.  Perhaps we should stay the duration, Maethoron.  It will 
be entertaining to see Elladan and Legolas clash.”

“Would that we could stay, Bargon,” Maethoron replied with a laugh.  “The king wishes us home 
the middle of next month.  We can watch what transpires for the time we are here.”

“What if we were to place a friendly wager on who will lose their temper first?”  Glorfindel 
asked, smiling.  “If Legolas loses his temper first, we will gift you with one of our famous 
daggers each.  If Elladan loses his temper first, you gift us with one of those magnificent bows 
from Taur-nu-Fuin.  Does that sound like a fair wager?”

“Aye, it does to me,” Maethoron answered for both he and Bargon.  “I could use a dagger, 
especially one made in Imladris.  What say you Bargon?”

“I say we have ourselves a wager,” the counselor agreed, grinning.

“Then it is settled,” Erestor replied.  “We will have to have someone keep an eye on what is 
going on.  Elrohir will be perfect.”

“Yes, but he will demand payment,” Glorfindel argued.  “Find out how much or what he will take 
for spying on them.”

“That is a job better suited for you, Glorfindel,” Erestor replied smiling. 

“Aye, I will find out and get back to you,” the blond warrior replied.  “Be thankful it is Elrohir 
we are asking.  Elladan would bleed us dry.”

All four elves had a laugh as they poured more Miruvor and got back to the game.

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

As the sun filtered through the curtains in Legolas’ room, he tried to ignore the fact this it was 
daylight.  It was true that he had retired early, but sleep eluded him.  The noises, the mattress, the 
feel of the room, weren’t familiar to him, and he ended up laying awake for hours thinking about 
his predicament.

Elladan certainly hadn’t been happy to see him and gone out of his way to be rude.  The young 
prince wondered if this is what he had to expect for the rest of his life.  Surely there was some 
way to at least come to a truce.  It wasn’t as if Legolas had been the one to arrange this alliance.

Once he was sure he couldn’t fall back to sleep, the prince got up and prepared himself for the 
day.  He hoped it was early enough to make his way to the archery range for some practice before 
the bells for breakfast rang.  Grabbing his bow and quiver, he quietly made his way out of his 
room and down the hall. 

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

The rhythmic thwaps of the arrows hitting the target relaxed Legolas more than anything, and he 
took comfort in the fact that it would help him in Imladris as well.  The young prince was so 
intent and focused on his activity that he didn’t notice the other’s presence until he was returning 
from gathering his spent arrows.  The two stood staring at one another without speaking for 
several minutes.

“Perhaps it is true what they say about *wood elves*; you in particular,” Elladan finally spoke.  
“You have a great talent for the bow and I do not think you will need much instruction there - just 
continued practice.”

Legolas nodded and waited for the half-elf to continue speaking.  Elladan wasn’t wearing a scowl 
on his face this morning and the prince knew he had never seen a more beautiful elf in all of 
Arda.  The elf warrior’s leather leggings fit him well and showed off his muscled thighs and taut 
stomach.  The arms of his tunic bulged and Legolas wondered how it stayed sewn together.  
When the prince realized his train of thought, he fought to pay attention to what Elladan was 
saying.

“…twin knives; your hands are quick and you may wield them better.  The sword may not be the 
right weapon for you, but we will try it.”

“When will my training begin?” Legolas asked curiously, but also wanting to prolong their 
conversation.

“The first day of the week,” Elladan replied with little emotion.  “You will have your lessons in 
the morning with Erestor, and then partake in a light lunch.  I expect you here at half past noon.  
Do *not* be late, prince, or pay the consequences.  I promise you they will not be pleasant.”

“Aye, I will be here,” Legolas said to Elladan’s back as he walked away from the prince.

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

“I want a whole month off from duty,” Elrohir replied when Glorfindel informed them of the 
wager.

“An entire month?” The blonde warrior asked in disbelief.  “That is almost impossible.  Even 
Elladan must go out on patrols in the morning.”

“If you want me to spy on Elladan and young prince Legolas, that is what it will cost you,” 
Elrohir repeated adamantly.

“Wait until you need a favor,” Glorfindel growled.  “Fine, one month, but you better not tell 
Elladan about the wager.  It is a secret.”

“You have my word, Glorfindel,” Elrohir replied, chuckling.  “My lips are sealed.”

“They had best stay that way,” the Balrog slayer warned as he left Elrohir in the barracks.

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

Breakfast was always the quietest meal of the day for Elrond’s family.  They all seemed to still be 
half asleep or too busy thinking about the day ahead to speak very much.  This morning, though, 
was different.  Arwen seemed to have warmed to Legolas overnight, and decided to ask him a 
barrage of questions.

“Do you have a sister?” Arwen asked, her elfling curiosity getting the best of her.

“Nay, I only have a brother and he is much older than I,” the prince answered with a smile.

“Is it true you live in a cave?” she asked her mouth full of food.

“Arwen, what did nana say about talking with your mouth full?” Celebrian asked, gently.

“You said not to do it,” the elfling replied.  

“Leave Legolas alone and let him eat.  You will have plenty of time to ask him questions.  He 
will be here for a long time,” the lady reminded her daughter.

“Are you really going to marry my brother?” Arwen blurted out at last.

Everyone at the table seemed to drop their fork, or pretended they dropped something on the 
floor, all of them trying to avoid answering the question.  Legolas himself was paralyzed and red 
faced.

Celebrian decided Arwen was finished eating if she had time to ask so many questions, and 
ushered her out of the dinning room quickly.

Legolas could feel too many eyes on him and asked to be excused before hurrying out of the 
room.  When the gazes turned to Elladan he gave them all a scowl.

“Don’t look at me!  I didn’t say anything!” he said defensively.  “It seems the prince can’t handle 
questions from an elfling!  Wait until *I* grill him for answers.”

TBC