Title:  Sleeping With the Enemy -- Prologue
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Pairing:  Ultimately Elladan/Legolas.  Mithrandir, Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel,  
Thranduil, Bargon, Thranduil’s Counselor (OMC) and Maethoron, Thranduil’s Captain 
(OMC)   
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.  Dark themes at times.  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:  A meeting in Imladris.  

Sleeping With the Enemy

Prologue

Mithrandir stared at the gathered parties and wondered how he would ever explain the 
importance of an alliance between Imladris and Taur-nu-Fuin.  The once beautiful, vast 
forest was already darkening, but Thranduil refused help from all other realms to fight the 
growing darkness.  He was a proud, arrogant king, much like his father, and despised the 
Noldor.  Never forgiving them for not coming to his father’s rescue before it was too late 
to save him had made him bitter and intolerable.

Elrond was wise and just as proud as Thranduil, but you could at least talk to him about 
an alliance.  The half-elf knew the evil forces were growing, and eventually all the people 
of Arda would have to unite to defeat Sauron at last.  Mithrandir wondered how far 
Elrond would be willing to go to see that darkness was obliterated from Middle Earth.  
The task set before the Istari was almost unachievable, but he had to see it completed.  
The future rested on his shoulders.

“The time has come for all of the elven realms to form an unbreakable alliance,” 
Mithrandir began, his voice firm and loud.  “Lothlorien and Imladris are protected by the 
power of the rings, but the darkness at Dol Guldur has spread in Taur-nu-Fuin, causing 
Thranduil to move his people to Emyn Fuin.”

“The last elfling was born nearly 500 years ago in Greenwood the Great to Thranduil and 
his queen; a child of light who will accomplish great things in his life.  Legolas has been 
trained by the finest warriors and schooled by the wisest scholars available to him.  The 
Valar have kept this young one safe, for his mission in life is to help save the people of 
Arda.”

Thranduil, who had been sitting with a smug look on his face as he listened to the praise 
offered his youngest, looked at the Istari with barely concealed shock.  “How would you 
know this?”

“The Valar know what is in store for Arda and all of her residents, Thranduil,” 
Mithrandir replied with slight annoyance.  “Legolas will play a part in the last battle 
between lightness and dark.  His destiny was decided before he was conceived.”

“Our purpose today is to ensure his training as a warrior continues and his potential for 
survival and success are enhanced.  An alliance between Imladris and Taur-nu-Fuin will 
offer Legolas the best chance.”

Thranduil stood so quickly his chair fell behind him.  “What!?  Align with Imladris?  I 
hardly think Legolas’ education as a warrior will benefit from such an alliance.  There 
must be another way.”

“If I may ask, Mithrandir,” Elrond began calmly, “what sort of alliance do you expect us 
to form?  We have never been on friendly terms and I do not think Thranduil’s son would 
be comfortable here.  There are too many prejudices between our peoples.  For once I 
agree with the king.  There must be another way.”

“An alliance between your houses must be formed,” Mithrandir stated determinedly.  
“Legolas will be bound to your eldest son, Elrond.”

“Elladan will never agree to be bound to an elf who has not reached the age of majority, 
much less a *Wood elf*,” Elrond argued loudly.  

“Aye, and I will not allow Legolas to bond to this *half-elf’s* spawn!” Thranduil 
bellowed.  “You will have to think of another way.”

It was at this time that Thranduil and Elrond began to argue amongst themselves, 
growing louder with each passing moment.  As the two advanced upon one another, their 
counselors and captains intervened and pulled them apart.  Last minute snarls and angry 
words were exchanged before Mithrandir stepped in.

“You will defy the Valar because of your inability to get along?” the Istari roared.  “Sit 
down, both of you, and listen to me carefully.  The decisions have already been made.  
You have no say in the matter.

“Thranduil, I suggest you return home and prepare Legolas to meet his newly betrothed.  
You will be expected back here after the spring thaw.  Bring everything he will need, for 
he will be here for the entire year of their betrothal,” Mithrandir ordered adamantly.  
“Elrond, Elladan should be informed of this betrothal and told that a binding contract will 
be signed once Legolas reaches the valley. 

“I will visit Taur-nu-Fuin to discuss the importance of this with young Legolas, and I 
expect him to already be aware of what is going to happen,” the Istari informed 
Thranduil.  “Elladan is old enough to understand what his duty will be, but you must 
make him aware of the importance of this union, Elrond.

“As far as I am concerned, this meeting is over,” Mithrandir said, standing.  “I will not 
tolerate arguments between the two you.  It is time to end this animosity and act your 
ages.”

With that, the Istari left the room, leaving King Thranduil and Lord Elrond to sort out 
what they had just been told.  

TBC