Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 6/?)
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, Bargon and Maethoron 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:  Elrond speaks to Legolas and Elladan separately about their fight.  
The Binding Contract is signed with all interested parties present.  Bargon and 
Maethoron collect on a bet.

Chapter Six

Elrond entered his study and motioned to Glorfindel that he would like to speak to 
Legolas alone.  The blond warrior excused himself and after patting the prince on 
the shoulder left the room.

The elf lord gathered his healing supplies and started to clean Legolas’ wounds.  
“You will have a black eye and your lip will be sore until tomorrow evening.  
Explain to me what caused you and Elladan to get into such a fight.”

The prince winced when Elrond cleaned his lip with antiseptic, but recovered and 
began to explain.  “He has been rude to me since my arrival and I have been 
trying to befriend him as Mithrandir suggested.  Today he showed me some 
moves with a sword and then proceeded to attack me like he would someone with 
experience.  Of course I failed and then he started laughing at me.  When he called 
me a wood elf as if it was some sort of disease, I had enough and punched him.”

“And he retaliated?” Elrond asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, he tackled me from behind,” Legolas stated angrily.  “Lord Elrond, I respect 
you and those of your house, but Elladan went too far this day.  I apologize and 
ask your forgiveness.  I will accept any punishment you deem necessary for my 
actions.”

“Before we speak of any punishment you may or may not receive, I need to 
explain some things about Elladan that you are not aware of,”  Elrond replied 
gently.  “Are you willing to listen and perhaps take these things into consideration 
the next time you become angry with my son?”

“Aye, I will listen, hiren,” Legolas answered wondering what he would be told.  “I 
made a promise that I would try to get along with Elladan and anything that you 
can tell me that will help me do that, I am interested in hearing.”

“In their youth, we sent the twins to visit their grandparents in Lorien for a turn of 
the seasons.  While they were there a young wood elf named Tholvel befriended 
Elladan.  They spent hours playing and plotting as all young elves do.  Elladan 
shared his deepest secrets and plans for the future with him.  He even gifted 
Tholvel with his favorite dagger.  One day Elladan came upon his friend telling 
the other wood elves that he did not truly care for Elladan because he was Noldo, 
but spent time with him so he could receive the gifts the twin bestowed on him.”

“Elladan was crushed because he had shared things with Tholvel that he hadn’t 
even shared with Elrohir.  After that day my eldest has not trusted another elf, 
especially a wood elf.  So you see, Legolas, Elladan was not always this way.  I 
remember him when he was carefree and trusting, full of laughter and joy.  I miss 
my son and regret that you did not know him then.”

Legolas wasn’t sure what to say, but felt he should make some kind of comment.  
“I will try harder, hiren,” he promised softly.  “I do not wish to fight with Elladan, 
especially since we are to be bound.  I would rather spend eternity with a friend 
than an enemy.”

Elrond smiled at Legolas and squeezed his shoulder.  “We must sign the Binding 
Contract soon, ernilen.  It would be best if you arrived looking better than you do 
right now.  Go bathe, and we will talk about your punishment after the contract 
has been signed.”

“Thank you, Lord Elrond, for everything,” Legolas replied as he made his way to 
the door.  “Please forgive me for acting out in such a manner today.  I will do my 
best to see that it does not happen again.”

“Very well, Legolas,” Elrond replied with a small smile as the prince left.  Now to 
deal with Elladan, he thought with a sigh, and headed to his son’s room.

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

By the time Elrond made his way to Elladan’s room, Elrohir had Elladan’s 
wounds cleaned and was applying herbs to the cut on his chin.  When their father 
entered, both twins looked at him and Elrohir excused himself so Elrond could 
speak to Elladan alone.

“I expected better from you, Elladan,” Elrond began with a frown.  “What must 
Legolas think of you now that you have treated him so rudely?”

“He punched me…” Elladan started, but was silenced by his father’s raised hand.

“After you attacked him with not only a sword, but with your words and laughter, 
as well,” the elf lord replied.  “This alliance is no more to his liking than it is 
yours, my son.  You have to find a way to forget your prejudices and try to get 
along with the prince.  Your bond will be for eternity, and that is a long time to 
hold something against someone when they have no control over the situation.

“Legolas is kind and caring, but he is also young and it will be up to you to help 
him grow into the elf that will hopefully help save the world as we know it.  I 
know you have it in you to be the kind of elf you were before Tholvel took it 
away from you.  You must search within yourself and become that elf once again.  
Perhaps the Valar chose Legolas because they knew he would help you find 
yourself again.  Give him a chance, Elladan.  For your sake and for ours.  We miss 
you.”

Elladan turned to stare out the window as his father spoke to him.  It was true that 
he had become bitter and enjoyed life less since the wood elf from Lorien used 
him in his youth.  The elf warrior had never trusted another elf again, especially a 
wood elf.  Now he was being forced to bind with a young princeling from Taur-
nu-Fuin of all places.  Wood elves were becoming the bane of his existence.        

“I cannot promise anything, father,” Elladan said softly, “but I shall try to treat the 
prince better.”

Elrond nodded and squeezed his son’s shoulder.  “That is all I can ask of you, my 
son.  We must sign the Binding Contract this afternoon.  Make sure you change 
your clothes and are on time.  We will discuss your punishment for your fight 
after the contract is signed.”

Elladan nodded and watched as his father left his room before turning to look out 
the window once again.  Could he forget the past and get along with Legolas?  Is 
the woodland prince the answer to the loneliness and sorrow he has suffered over 
the last several centuries?  Could he let go and trust someone again?  The elf 
warrior was doubtful that a young prince would prove worthy enough for his trust.

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

Bargon and Maethoron entered Elrond’s office and smiled when they saw Erestor 
and Glorfindel sitting comfortably in two of the chairs in the semi circle.

“It seems Bargon and I will be traveling home with nice shiny new daggers from 
Imladris,” Maethoron remarked with a grin.

Erestor looked up and chuckled as Glorfindel frowned.  “I thought Elladan would 
be the one to loose his temper first.  I can’t believe he provoked the young prince 
enough to take a swing at him,” the golden warrior replied.

“Legolas inherited his father’s temper and has not yet learned how to control it,” 
Bargon answered with a grin.  “I knew it was only a matter of time before the 
young lord’s behavior pushed the prince past his limit.”

“We have quite a few daggers to show you after we finish with this contract 
signing,” Erestor volunteered.  “Of course they are all finely crafted and the best 
to be had.  I fear Glorfindel may weep as you choose the ones you like.  He is 
quite fond of them.”

“Do not listen to him,” Glorfindel replied laughing.  “Erestor has his own 
favorites and I fear he will try to throw you off the ones he prefers by pointing out 
my favorites.”

“In the end it will not matter,” Bargon chuckled.  “We will own daggers from 
Imladris and be the envy of all at home.”

The door to the office opened and Elrond entered followed by Elladan and 
Elrohir.  The elder twin had a black eye and a cut on his chin, but even so, his 
beauty shined through.  Bargon and Maethoron shared a look and wondered how 
Legolas’ wounds would look.

Before anything could be said, the door opened once again and Legolas stepped 
into the room.  His black eye was worse than Elladan’s and he had a busted lip.  It 
was certainly not what most elves looked like when they were about to sigh a 
Binding Contract, but everyone figured it was enough that Elladan and Legolas 
were in the same room.

Elrond cleared his throat before reading the terms set forth in the contract.  
Provisions were made for Legolas’ youth and any conduct that would threaten his 
chasteness before his majority.  The prince blushed becomingly at having such a 
provision read aloud as Elladan scoffed at the need for it.  It was not like he was 
going to get close enough to Legolas to even touch him in an untoward fashion, 
much less in a way that would cause anyone to question his virginity.

Elladan was asked to sign the contract first and he quelled his urge to shred the 
offending document into tiny pieces.  Once his signature was witnessed by 
Erestor, Legolas was asked to add his signature.  The prince signed his name in 
the appropriate place and Bargon applied his signature as a witness.

Ornate mithril rings were exchanged, to be replaced with golden ones on the day 
of the actual binding.  Under the circumstances the elves present skipped the 
traditional toast to the betrothed couple, and words of congratulations were absent 
as well.

The ring on Legolas’ finger felt heavy and he wondered if he would ever get used 
to wearing it.  It symbolized something he wasn’t even sure he wanted, but the 
Valar had demanded it.  In his heart he had always hoped for love, and now that 
hope was crushed.

Elladan tried his best to ignore the weight of the ring on his finger, but there was 
something about it that kept his eyes glued to the silver band.  His life would 
never be the same again and he wondered if he could learn to get along with the 
woodland prince he was now betrothed to.

TBC