Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 5/?)
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, Elrond, Celebrian and Arwen 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!!!  NO non-con and NO rape!!!     
Feedback:  Would be wonderful and makes me type faster!    
Summary:  Elladan goes out on patrol while Legolas studies with Erestor.  After lunch 
Elladan and Legolas meet at the training grounds and things get heated.

Chapter Five

To Legolas' great relief Elladan was sent on a three day patrol.  The elder twin would 
miss the archery demonstration, but Elrohir attended and was well impressed with the 
skill of such a young elf.  Many of the off duty guards attended and they surrounded him 
with questions on the best stances and release techniques.  The prince was more 
comfortable then than he had been since his arrival in the vale.  Glorfindel planned to 
discuss arrangements with Elrond for Legolas to help the archers when the prince had 
some free time.  

The days passed quickly for Legolas as he spent his time exploring Imladris.  The many 
waterfalls enchanted him as much as the forest and the songs they sang.  The trees in 
Imladris seemed to have a happier melody than the ones in Taur-nu-Fuin, and he gladly 
joined them in song as they welcomed him to their forest.  Too soon it was time for 
Elladan to return and though Legolas dreaded their meeting, he would do his best to 
make his father and the people of his homeland proud.

On the day he was to begin his lessons, the prince nervously made his way to the library 
wondering what would be expected of him.  To his great surprise, Legolas actually 
enjoyed his morning studying with Erestor.  The older elf explained things much better 
than any of his former teachers, and the prince was able to pick things up quickly.  The 
only problem he had was with some of the Quenyan.  With his accent, it was difficult for 
some of the words of the ancient language to roll off his tongue.

Erestor was impressed with his new student and made sure to keep things interesting for 
him so he wouldn’t lose his hunger for knowledge.  Too soon the noon meal bells rang 
and they walked to the dining hall together talking about the things Legolas had learned 
during the morning.

With a sigh of relief, Elladan was not in the dining hall and did not arrive during the 
meal.  This left him relaxed and able to speak with those around him about a variety of 
subjects.  Legolas was curious about the absence of the twins, but did not dare ask out of 
fear of embarrassment.  

Lady Celebrian sat next to him and asked after his comfort.  The prince had no reason to 
complain about his accommodations; they were far more luxurious than any he had at 
home in Taur-nu-Fuin.  Legolas would not tell anyone that bit of information, not 
because he was ashamed of his furnishings at home, but because he felt it best to keep 
some things to himself.  There was a difference between the elves who resided in 
Imladris and those who resided in the forest, after all.

Lord Elrond asked after his studies, but before Legolas could reply, Erestor was praising 
him, which caused him to blush.  If there was one thing the prince hated, it was blushing 
anytime someone complimented him or when he was caught unawares daydreaming 
about a sweet elleth or a well muscled warrior he saw.  Legolas quickly pushed those 
thoughts away and started following the conversation around him.

Arwen was too busy eating to ask him any more embarrassing questions.  The elfling 
did give him a sweet smile and wave at him from across the table which he returned.  It 
was not in Legolas’ demeanor to be unfriendly or cruel to anyone, but he could think of 
one elf who could bring out the worst in him, and that elf was Elladan.  The prince could 
not understand why the older twin seemed to hate him, but he remembered his promise 
to Mithrandir.  Legolas would try his best to befriend Elladan.  

It was that thought that finally had him asking about the elf warrior.  The prince knew 
the patrol returned that very morning.  “Is it usual for Elladan and Elrohir to miss the 
noon meal?”

“Nay,” Glorfindel replied with a worried frown.  “They usually return in time to enjoy 
the meal before carrying on with their afternoon duties.”

“Should I have a something prepared for Elladan?  We are supposed to meet at the 
training fields after lunch and I would not want him to be hungry.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea, Legolas,” Celebrian said with a smile.  “I will have the 
kitchen prepare something and you can give it to him when you meet him.  You are very 
kind to think of him.”

Several moments later Legolas was armed with his weapons and food for Elladan.  Of 
course he brought some juice along to wash it down with.  As he waited at the field, he 
allowed himself to look at the beauty of Imladris.  The wide open space was hard to get 
used to, but the prince could see himself being comfortable here.  A gruff voice brought 
him out of his musings and he nearly jumped when he saw Elladan standing before him.

“I thought I told you to be ready to train after lunch,” the elf warrior snapped.

“I am ready,” Legolas replied trying to remember he wanted to befriend Elladan.  “You 
missed lunch so I brought you some food and juice.  Are you not hungry?”

If the prince hadn’t been looking at Elladan’s face he would have missed the look of 
surprise that was quickly masked behind narrowed eyes.  “Aye, but I do not need some 
half grown wood elf looking after me,” he said hatefully.  “From now on, just be here 
with your weapons so we can get started.  I have other duties I must attend to besides 
looking after you.”

So this is how it is going to be, thought Legolas.  “As you wish.”

Elladan looked at the food and at Legolas once again before speaking.  “Practice with 
your bow while I eat this.  After that we will select a sword for you to try.  Have you 
ever wielded a sword before?”

“Only on occasion.  My skill with the bow kept me from learning more about wielding 
swords,” Legolas answered honestly.  

The prince started practicing his archery while Elladan ate and watched.  There was 
nothing he could teach the prince about the bow, but the elf warrior was sure he could 
learn a thing or two from Legolas.  His stance was perfect, as was the fluid movement of 
his hands.  Elladan suspected, but would never state to Legolas, that he was more skilled 
than the ones who trained him.  He was certainly more skilled than any here in Imladris.

As Elladan continued to watch Legolas, he noticed more about him - like his golden hair 
and the way it fell down his back.  The strong shoulders and forearms were so unusual 
for an elf so young.  His lithe body would fill out, but he would still be small compared 
to himself and Elrohir.  When Legolas was fully grown, it would be a mistake to think 
him weak or delicate.  Well formed muscle would be hidden under his attire, and woe to 
any who treated him untoward.  

When Elladan realized the path his thoughts were taking, he nearly chocked on a piece 
of bread.  Legolas rushed to him and hit him on the back several times until the elf 
warrior signaled he was well.  “I think that is enough practice with the bow,” Elladan 
remarked, his voice rough from coughing.  “Let us go to the armory and see if we can 
find a sword small enough for you.”

“Small enough for me?” Legolas asked defensively.  “I am no weakling just because I 
am smaller than you.”

“Aye, but a sword must…never mind,” Elladan said nastily as they walked into the 
armory.  After picking up several swords and eyeing Legolas, the elf warrior finally 
settled on one he thought the prince could wield without any problems.

“It is light,” Legolas remarked after taking the sword from the twin.  

“Later you will think it is heavy,” Elladan remarked with boredom.  “By the time our 
training ends you will barely be able to lift your arm.”

Legolas gave him a look of disbelief, but Elladan only shrugged.  

“I don’t care if you believe me or not,” the older elf smirked.  “It is only my job to teach 
you and that is what I will do.”

When they made their way back to the training grounds, Elladan showed Legolas some 
of the basic moves and made him practice them until he performed them perfectly.  It 
was then that Elladan pulled his own sword from its sheath.  “Now we will try those 
same moves, but with me attacking you.”

Legolas wasn’t sure he was ready for Elladan to attack him with a sword, and he briefly 
wondered if he would live to see the morrow.  He took a deep breath and nodded his 
head to let the twin know he was ready.

Just because Legolas was new didn’t mean Elladan would cut him a break.  He came at 
him fast, and as the prince tried to perform the moves he had been shown he was easily 
overcome; the sword lay on the ground at his feet.  Legolas was greatly disappointed 
and knew the twin hadn’t been fair, but when he heard Elladan’s laughter he lost his 
temper.

“You think that’s funny?” the prince asked angrily.  “Even after knowing I have not 
wielded a sword you come after me like you would your brother?”

Elladan was laughing harder now and holding his stomach.  Legolas’ anger amused him 
all the more.

“Let me tell you something, *Elladan Peredhel*,” Legolas said advancing on him.  “I 
am neither a weakling, nor am I stupid.  I will not tolerate being treated as you have 
since I arrived.  I have done nothing but try to be pleasant to you and you act as if I am 
some sort of disease!”

“You are a disease,” Elladan replied with a smirk.  “You are a *wood elf!*

“And you are rude and a disgrace to your own father!”  Legolas countered as he swung 
his fist.

Elladan might have been able to stop the blow if he had seen it coming, but Legolas 
moved so quickly that the only thing the twin could do was grab his jaw and try to shake 
the stars from inside his head.

“Let me know when you have gained some manners, *half elf*,” Legolas said as he 
walked towards the Homely House.  “I will be waiting.”

Elladan growled and tackled Legolas, running at full speed.  Curses and oaths were 
heard from both of them as they tried to out punch one another.  Cuts, scrapes, black 
eyes and busted lips were given as the two continued to fight.

Thankfully, Glorfindel and Elrohir happened to hear the scuffle and pulled the two apart.  
Legolas, as small as he was, almost escaped Glorfindel’s hold, and Elladan was 
threatening Elrohir to let him go or else.

“What is going on here?” Elrond asked as he arrived at the scene.

“I am afraid young Legolas became tired of Elladan’s rudeness, or that was what I heard 
as I approached,” Glorfindel reported, still holding a struggling Legolas.

“The spoiled brat punched me!” Elladan said in his defense.  “He said I was a disgrace 
to you, Father!”

“And you said nothing to start this?” Elrond asked with a raised eyebrow.

Elladan looked away and stopped struggling, but Legolas’ temper was roused and he 
was not ready to calm down.  “He is offensive and rude!”

“Aye, that he is,” Elrond agreed.  “Take Legolas to my study.  I will treat him there.  
Elladan, go to your room and I will speak with you about this matter in private.  Elrohir, 
make sure he gets there.”

"Looks like you lost your bet with Bargon and Maethoron," Elrohir said to Glorfindel as 
they led their charges into the house.

"And you lost your month off," Glorfindel replied with a smirk.

TBC