Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy (Chapter 7/?)
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 and Elrond 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*, (Thoughts)   
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 and Legolas are dealt their punishment, but can they get 
along long enough to serve it?  

Chapter Seven

Elrond dismissed the elves from his office after asking Elladan and Legolas to 
each take a seat in front of his desk.  Legolas did not look up once he sat down, 
but started toying with the ring his finger.  The prince’s thoughts turned to his 
father and he wondered how hard it had been to let him leave Taur-nu-Fuin and 
come to Imladris to bind to Elladan.  The king was proud of both his sons, but 
Legolas knew he was especially proud of him.  Elrond began to speak and 
interrupted the prince’s thoughts.

“I am deeply disappointed in the actions of both of you this afternoon,” the elf 
lord began with a frown.  “I was very tempted to make you muck out the stalls in 
the stables for the next fortnight, but I thought better of that.  As punishment for 
your fist fight you will start spending at least two hours after the evening meal 
together.  What you do during that time is up to you, but you must spend the time 
together.”

Elladan huffed and sat forward in his chair.  “Father, I have better things to do 
with my time than spend them with a half grown elf.  Elrohir and I spend that time 
with the guard…”

“I know what you do with the guard in the evenings, Elladan.  I am, after all, the 
Lord of this Valley.  If you wish to spend time with the guard then you will 
include Legolas in your revels.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Elladan said, his voice ripe with disbelief.  “He is 
too young to be drinking and around the guards when they are in their cups.  They 
will fall over themselves to be the first to bed him.”

“I sincerely doubt that the guards under your command would seek to bed your 
under aged betrothed, my son,” Elrond pointed out growing aggravated with his 
son.  “Your argument does not hold water.  I suggest you find something less 
hazardous for the two of you to do.  Perhaps a walk through the gardens or a ride 
through the forest would be more fitting.”

Legolas sat and listened to Elrond and Elladan argue, and wished he was anyplace 
but where he was.  The prince was smart enough to know that forcing his 
betrothed to spend time with him would only cause Elladan to resent him more.  

“My lord,” Legolas said hesitantly, “I am willing to accept any punishment you 
deem necessary, but I do not wish Elladan to resent me or my presence any more 
than he already does.  Can’t we just muck out the stalls before breakfast?”

Elladan glared at Legolas for suggesting such a thing.  The prince, he was sure, 
had never had stable duty and was in for a rude awakening.  The twin would be 
damned before he let the little brat get away with not doing his fair share.

Elrond sighed in defeat.  There was no way he was going to get Elladan to spend 
more time with Legolas without a fight.  Perhaps a fortnight of cleaning the stalls 
would give the couple a chance to at least start talking, and they would be doing 
something together…

“Very well, you will muck the stalls to the Stable Master’s satisfaction before 
breakfast every morning for a fortnight,” Elrond finally agreed.  “I suggest you get 
plenty of sleep tonight because your duty starts first thing in the morning.  You 
are dismissed.”

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

“The next time we get in trouble for something, let me do the talking,” Elladan 
hissed once they were in the corridor.  He was fuming about having to do the extra 
work.  “Thanks to you we will be mucking the stalls while everyone else sleeps an 
extra two hours!”

“*We* wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t tackled me from behind,” 
Legolas remarked before turning and walking the opposite way.

Elladan followed him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around to face him.  
“Let’s get one thing straight here, *prince*.  You will learn to respect me one way 
or the other.”

“I think you are wrong, Elladan.  *Respect* is something you earn,” Legolas said 
before shaking the twin’s hand off his shoulder and continuing on his way.  
“You’ve done nothing to earn anything but my contempt.” 

“I expect you in the stables before dawn, prince,” the twin called after him 
harshly.  “It would be best if I didn’t have to come to your room and drag you out 
there.”

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

Legolas arrived, still sleepy eyed, at the stables the next morning and started 
cleaning out the stalls, thinking he could get some work done before Elladan 
arrived.  He worked diligently for several moments, moving from stall to stall, but 
there was still no sign of the twin.   Anger at being left to do their punishment 
alone brought several curses from him, and finally he threw the rake on the 
ground and headed toward the Last Homely House.

Before making his way to Elladan’s room, he stopped to get a bucket and fill it 
with cold water.  The threat his betrothed made to him yesterday ran through his 
mind, and by the time he made it to the twin’s room he was fuming.

As he entered the elf warrior’s rooms he could hear him snoring lightly, and that 
brought a wicked smile to his face.  Legolas was sure the elf warrior would not be 
snoring much longer.  He threw the bucket of cold water all over the sleeping 
form and waited for Elladan to react.

“You’re late, Elladan,” he said through clinched teeth.  “The stalls need mucking 
and I will not do the work alone.”

“You fucking son of an orc!” Elladan screamed as he jumped out of the bed, 
soaked and furious.  He lunged for Legolas, but the prince was too quick for him.  
“You’d better run because when I catch you you’re going to pay!  Fucking *wood 
elf*!”  

Legolas was already down the hall, but he could still hear Elladan’s threats and 
curses as he left the house and made his way back to the stables, laughing all the 
way.  Once back to work, he listened closely for any sound that the half elf was on 
his way.

Several minutes later Legolas heard Elladan’s mumbled curses heading toward the 
stables.  Grabbing a rake, he armed himself against any retaliation the twin had in 
store for him, but was surprised when Elladan rushed him.  Legolas dropped the 
rake and took off running the other way, only realizing then that the door leading 
out to the pasture was closed and he was trapped.  Turning to face the twin, 
Legolas saw the ladder leading to the hayloft and quickly climbed up it, hoping 
there was another way down.

Elladan’s laugh was almost evil as he realized Legolas’ mistake.  “You are 
trapped Legolas,” he said as he climbed the ladder slowly.  “What will you do 
now?  There is nowhere to run and you cannot hide all day.”

“You would have done the same to me if I had not shown up,” Legolas panted as 
he realized he was indeed cornered.  “Did you expect me to do all the work while 
you slept?  Be fair, Elladan.”

“Oh, I am fair, *prince*,” Elladan replied as he saw where Legolas was trying to 
hide.  “It would be best if you come out now.  If I have to come after you, you 
won’t like the results.”

“I’m not afraid of you!” Legolas retaliated more bravely than he felt, but still he 
did not move.

Elladan sighed tiredly and started moving towards Legolas.  “Why do you always 
make things so hard?  You know in the end I am going to catch you and make you 
pay for ruining my bed and drenching me with that cold water.”

“You would have done the same!” Legolas insisted as he backed up against the 
stack of hay that kept him from retreating further.  He was becoming desperate 
and trying to think of a way to escape the trouble he was now in.  

“You don’t know what I would have done.  You don’t even know me,” Elladan 
hissed as he stepped even closer to the prince.

Legolas frantically thought about what to do and decided he only had one choice; 
he had to rush Elladan and try to get past him.  The prince faked a move to the left 
and quickly moved to the right and pushed against Elladan with all his might.

Although the move surprised Elladan, he grabbed Legolas and they both ended up 
prone on the hayloft floor.  Legolas fought to get free, but Elladan pinned him 
under his body and laughed as the prince tried desperately to get away.

“You are caught fair and square.  What will you do now?” Elladan asked, his tone 
different.  All of Legolas’ struggling had caused him to become aroused, and as he 
looked down at the young prince he saw the beauty he had refused to 
acknowledge before.

Legolas stopped struggling when he felt Elladan’s hardness against his abdomen 
and looked up at the elf warrior with shock.  The prince had never been in this 
situation before and he was frightened, but fought to keep that emotion from 
showing on his face.

“You *are* beautiful,” Elladan whispered as he lowered his head and kissed 
Legolas.  The sweet taste of the prince’s lips made him want to taste him further, 
and he brushed his tongue across Legolas’ bottom lip.

The soft brush of Elladan’s tongue over his lips caused Legolas to gasp and the elf 
warrior took advantage and slipped his tongue into the luscious mouth.  Elladan 
had never tasted such sweetness and when he felt the prince respond and let out a 
soft moan, he deepened the kiss, delving deeply into the warm and willing mouth.

TBC