Whispers of the Heart  (1/?) 
Daeomae 
FPS 
NC-17 
Elrohir/Legolas, (implied) Elladan/Legolas, others 
Disclaimer:  All characters except for OC’s are Tolkien’s.  OC’s and the plot are mine. 
Warning:  Slash, Angst 
Beta: Janalynn27, all other mistakes are of my own making. 
Distribution:  Wordsmithsthree, OEAM, AFF, Ardaslash, all others please ask. 
Summary:  This is the expanded, non-songfic, version of “The Vault” and inspired by not only Def 
Leppard's songs but also, in part, by a couple of comments on the original that managed to really get 
me thinking about what this story could be.  I hope that I manage to capture it truthfully and well. 
 
The title to this fic was determined by a contest at my Live Journal that was won by Verayelwe. 
 
A/N:  // = memories 
 
 
Chapter One 
 
Ethuil, T. A. 240 
 
Elladan and Elrohir trudged along in the mud back to the encampment.  They had been sent by their 
Captain Glorfindel to find the nearest stream capable of replenishing their water reserves before 
supplying the warriors with a place to bathe away the majority of the mud and muck from their bodies 
and clothing.  The rains had been heavy at times, yet there had been little time to gather rainwater 
directly for such purposes.  The group needed to press onward if they were to reach Greenwood the 
Great on schedule. 
 
 
Glorfindel had gently rebuked each earlier in the journey for their grumbling about inclement weather 
and spoiled younglings.  The Captain had been hard-pressed to maintain a serious look upon his face 
at the time, thinking that both were behaving rather like spoiled elflings themselves.  Instead, he had 
glared lightly at both. “You can hardly call another young when he is but three score younger than you 
are.  Besides, it was your father who promised this visit in recompense for our missing his majority 
celebration a decade ago which, if I recall, was due to two younglings finding themselves injured from 
ill-advised horseplay with newly acquired weapons.” 
 
 
Both twins had had the decency to blush under such regard and chastisement. “Aye, Híren.  You 
speak truly, though the reminder of the unfortunate event abashes even still,” Elrohir had replied with 
downcast eyes. 
 
 
“Excellent,” the golden Lord had intoned meaningfully, “for that means that I should not have need to 
recall such memories again this journey, does it not?” 
 
 
The twin facades had each searched one another briefly before returning their down-turned lips, 
blushing cheeks, and discomfited orbs back to their Captain.  As one, they had bowed their heads in 
acknowledgement of the Lord’s question and soon had followed him once more along the pathway that 
led back to their mounts.  Since that time, both had been careful to reserve opinion, at least outwardly, 
of the reason for their current discomfort, namely Thranduil’s younger son, the one called Legolas. 
 
 
Both soon made their way to their Captain’s hastily erected tent to inform him of their discovery. 
 Glorfindel, knowing the Great East Road well, was keenly aware of where such a stream was located, 
yet, unbeknownst to the twins, thought it a good exercise for them to learn the placement of such 
things themselves.  Though they were still young in the eyes of the Eldar, he knew that they both 
possessed a yearning for knowledge of the lands outside of Imladris and would, no doubt, commit to 
wanderings far afield ‘ere many more years. 
 
 
“Captain?” Elladan called out to their leader, and waited for permission to be granted before then 
entering with his twin. “We found a substantial stream but about a quarter of a league to the north of 
here, my Lord.” The look of exuberant pride was reflected plainly upon their faces. 
 
 
“Very well, Gwenyn.  Join the other warriors while I inform my lieutenant so that he may organize the 
collection of water and then appoint shifts for bathing,” Glorfindel replied easily, watching both his 
charges excuse themselves and leave his tent.  “What have you gotten me into, Elrond?” he shook his 
head and asked himself for not the first time since their journey had begun. 
 
 
That this visit in Greenwood was of import to Elrond was unquestionable.  However, Glorfindel could 
not himself grasp the need of such a trip at this particular time.  He would have much preferred to 
accompany his Lord and Lady as well, but the Lady Celebrían was with child and traveling was out of 
the question for the moment.  Still, why the journey could not have been made in a few more years, 
when the babe was old enough to endure the distance, remained a mystery to him.  He could only trust 
that Elrond himself had acquired some foresight with regard to the matter that made the present time 
necessary.  The Elf-Lord shrugged his shoulders slightly before dismissing such musings in favor of a 
much-needed ablution. 
 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
The rains, that had beset the traveling party for nigh on a week since passing well beyond the borders 
of Imladris, gave way to clear skies as the party approached the ford at the river Anduin.  They had lost 
some time in the crossing of Hithaeglir, or Misty Mountains in the Common Tongue, as the passes 
were often treacherous enough in places without being coupled with often torrential downpours.  Once 
the river was forded, Glorfindel judged it to still be another few days ride to the cavern palace of the 
King of Greenwood the Great.  Still, it would not do to push overly hard to recover lost time with the 
twins as yet unused to such long bouts on horseback.  Thus, he informed his lieutenant that the party 
would make camp near a small outcropping of trees to the south yet still within easy sight of the road 
before pressing onward at first light. 
 
 
The absence of rain gave way to a much different campsite that night.  As there had been few reports 
received of wandering bands of brigands or orcs of late in the area, they group chanced a campfire on 
which to cook and around which to congregate.  The tales of their father’s seasoned warriors kept the 
twins rapt for several hours.  They had had little opportunity in the past to listen to such adventures 
and, at times, bawdy commentary having only recently begun short patrols as their Captain and 
Seneschal, Glorfindel, saw fit to assign them. 
 
 
“Perhaps this visit will not prove so cumbersome after all, tôren?” Elladan remarked quietly with an 
impish grin. 
 
 
“Aye, we can always sneak away to the barracks for more stories if the royal family proves as tiresome 
and boorish as the Galadhrim that accompanied our grandparents to our majority celebration,” Elrohir 
softly snickered in return. 
 
 
“Indeed, I cannot recall anything the least bit interesting about their Marchwarden.  A strutting peacock 
with little substance and a rotten temper seems an appropriate description, think you not?” Elladan 
recalled his impressions of Haldir o’ Lórien much to his brother’s delight. 
 
 
“Aye, I am convinced that he loathes us on principle alone, tôr,” Elrohir rejoined with a shake of his 
head. “Though, I suppose it possible that our spying him with the head groomsman did not ingratiate 
us in his eyes either.” 
 
 
“’Tis possible, but I have yet to understand what it was that the groom saw in him in the first place,” the 
elder twin shrugged, a puzzled look upon his face. 
 
 
Elrohir’s response was left without utterance as Glorfindel settled in beside them near the fire. “I trust 
that you are enjoying yourselves by the looks I have seen upon your faces this night.  Perhaps, you 
find that you are not dreading the arrival in Greenwood as much as you had thought?” he queried with 
a knowing smirk. 
 
 
“Aye, my Lord.  We are beginning to think more kindly on it,” Elrohir answered dutifully, only the 
slightest glint of humor in his grey orbs, much to Elladan’s own secret amusement. 
 
 
Glorfindel smiled benignly. “I am glad to hear of it then, for it would be a pity indeed to have need of 
reporting the untoward behavior of his sons to my Lord.  I cannot think of anything that would aggrieve 
Elrond more than to think the King and his kin offended by his own impudent offspring.”  He bestowed 
one more serene smile upon them and then rose to leave. “I judge it time to retire now, for we have 
another long day’s ride ahead of us tomorrow,” he said before turning and seeking his tent for the 
night.  The twins sighed concurrently before rising themselves to seek out their bedrolls as well. 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
The next couple of days saw the gwenyn much more subdued in their behavior.  Glorfindel detested 
that his scolding had been necessary, as he loved both well, but he knew from experience that 
Thranduil would not suffer the younglings lightly should they find the opportunity to make sport of his 
family as he had heard them do with Haldir that night by the fire.  One would have thought that, even at 
their tender ages, they would have noticed by now that his hearing was much more acute than the 
average elf, which was something that he had long suspected of the King as well. Yes, it was indeed 
necessary to have taught such a lesson well before arriving at Thranduil’s palace. 
 
 
The day before they were to arrive at the palace, they were met by a contingent of Silvan elves led by 
the Crown Prince, Raunien.  His name was apt indeed for not only was he known to be as fierce as a 
lion in battle, he was also blessed with a thick, tawny mane that swept well below his shoulder blades. 
  His aquiline nose, sapphire colored eyes, and thin, wide lips spoke of a majestic, if quiet, authority 
even as he was dressed in the traditional greens and browns of the Silvan‘s as the others wore.  He 
was renowned as a warrior’s warrior, invested with the complete confidence of the elves who followed 
him and an invaluable asset to his father’s realm. 
 
 
Glorfindel himself had spent a full turning of the seasons training the Prince in advanced swordplay as 
he had fought to keep the lines of communication open between Greenwood the Great and Imladris 
after the disastrous loss of her King and a third of her warriors in The Last Alliance.  The Imladrian 
Captain was quite proud of the Prince’s prowess and what small part he had played in developing it. 
 His pleasure at seeing Raunien once again shown plainly on his face as the different groups 
dismounted before he walked forward to extend the Prince a warrior’s greeting. 
 
 
“Mae govannen, Ernilen,” the Captain said with obvious delight. 
 
 
“And to you, Glorfindel, Slayer of Balrogs,” the Prince returned in kind. “It has been long since you last 
visited our realm, but you are as welcome as ever.” 
 
 
“Hannon le, Ernilen.  May I introduce the ionnath of my Lord Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir,” he said as he 
gestured to each in turn, though he was aware that their appearances were so similar as to be difficult 
to distinguish between until one knew them well. 
 
 
“Mae govannen,” the Prince said kindly, a slight smile of bemusement turning up his lips as he looked 
from one to the other, likely looking for some small difference between them for future reference. “I 
hope that you will enjoy your stay with us in Greenwood the Great.” 
 
 
Both twins bowed slightly in acknowledgement before the elder twin spoke for both. “We thank you, 
Ernilen, for your kind welcome.  I am certain that we shall find much in this great and beautiful realm to 
explore and to learn,” the twin replied politely. 
 
 
“Well said, pen-neth,” the Prince chuckled as he returned their formal bow. “Come, Balrog Slayer. We 
can travel another couple of hours before we need make camp for the night,” he continued, as he 
swung back upon his mount and began to turn back the way he had come. 
 
 
True to his word, Prince Raunien called a halt to their sojourn into the depths of the great forest a 
couple of hours later.  The two parties set up an encampment, and the Prince consulted with Glorfindel 
in setting up the watches.  The twins were assigned to two Greenwood warriors to assist them in 
obtaining food for the now combined parties’ nightly meal.  Glorfindel thought it best that the twins 
learn to cooperate soonest with the Silvan warriors, and the task proved a good opportunity to begin 
their efforts.  With a quiet word of caution and a reminder that these elves knew these woods much 
more intimately than even he did, the Imladrian Captain watched as his twin charges fetched their 
bows and followed the Silvans further into the woods in search of dinner. 
 
 
“Tôr, stay close to me so that we do not get separated,” Elladan whispered to the lagging younger twin 
as they struggled to keep up with the swiftly moving wood elves. 
 
 
“I am doing my best, Elladan, but such a pace is difficult when I yet feel stiff from riding these many 
days,” Elrohir murmured in return with a slight flush to his face.  Elladan nodded his agreement with a 
grin, and the two hurried to catch up with the warriors, lest they find themselves lost among the 
thickening trees and underbrush. 
 
 
When one of the warriors held up a hand to halt their forward progress, the twins looked at each other 
quizzically before returning their attention to the Silvan.  A hand motion was then made toward the 
underbrush that grew around a great beech tree on the other side of a small stream.  The warrior 
made a gesture that the twins assumed might be a rabbit, and they peered closely at the overgrowth 
looking for signs of movement.  The four then slowly moved forth, careful not to give their own position 
away. The lead warrior nodded lightly to his fellow Silvan before intentionally moving a couple of 
stones to attract the attention of the rabbits.  Soon, a herd of rabbits fled their warren as Silvan and 
Imladrian bows alike sang out. 
 
 
When all movements had either moved well out of range or stopped altogether, the four crossed the 
small stream to retrieve their quarry. By the fletchings, it was obvious that the archers of Greenwood 
had been the more successful in their attempts.  However, the warriors were courteous enough to 
congratulate the twins on those they had managed as well. 
 
 
“You are young yet, and trained better with sword than bow, I would imagine. All in all, it is a good 
showing;” the lead warrior bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. 
 
 
“We thank you for the compliment,” Elrohir returned graciously. 
 
 
“I am called Belben and am lieutenant to the Crown Prince,” the warrior finally introduced himself as he 
leaned over to retrieve his arrows.  “This,” he motioned to the other warrior, “is my brother, Thandion.” 
The other elf inclined his head at the introduction. “We know who you are naturally, though to tell the 
differences between you to put the name with the face would take some time, I am certain.” 
 
 
“’Tis understandable, Belben.  We are quite used to the effect our appearances have on others and the 
confusion that likely ensues.”  Elladan glanced at his grinning twin before smirking himself. “It does not 
take so very long though to appreciate that I am much fairer than my twin is,” he continued rakishly, 
much to the mock disgust of Elrohir. 
 
 
“So say you, tôren,” Elrohir snorted derisively with a roll of his eyes, eliciting a quiet chuckle from the 
previously silent Thandion. “Are you thusly aggrieved as well?” the younger twin teased the still smiling 
warrior. 
 
 
“All of the time, Híren,” Thandion agreed affably, as his own brother and Elladan shared sheepish 
grins. 
 
 
Having effectively broken the ice between the two pairs of brothers, the small group finished gathering 
up their arrows and the felled game to begin a much more leisurely pace back to the encampment. 
 Belben and Thandion shared anecdotes of the forest realm with the twins, at times teasingly 
disagreeing over one point or another.  Both ingratiated themselves further with the Imladrian Princes 
when the twins managed to secure promises from the warriors to teach them to become more 
proficient with the bow at some point during their stay in Greenwood. 
 
 
By the time that the group arrived back at the encampment, they were conversing as if old friends. 
 Glorfindel’s eyebrows rose in surprise, but he could not stifle the smile that made its way across his 
lips as he felt pride in the twins.  That they had managed to curry favor with two of the normally very 
reserved Silvan warriors, and one a lieutenant at that, was a large coup for their contingency, whether 
the twins themselves realized it or not.  The Elda did not fail to notice the small glint in Raunien’s eyes 
that spoke of him sharing similar thoughts. 
 
 
The twins proudly presented their quarry alongside Belben and Thandion’s to the elves that would then 
field dress and cook the rabbits for their meal.  After finishing their appointed task the twins and 
Thandion found a spot along a fallen tree trunk to settle upon and continued to talk.  Belben had 
assured them he would join them later, but first he had been requested to speak with his Captain, 
Prince Raunien. 
 
 
 
“What think you of the two princelings, Belben?” Raunien asked as soon as they were out of elven 
earshot from the others. 
 
 
“They are quite young but engaging and have quick wits, Híren,” Belben answered with a slight upward 
turn to his lips. “They show an eagerness to learn as well, and will no doubt make fine and noble 
warriors in their own right someday.” 
 
 
The Prince nodded thoughtfully. “That is well then as they will likely be spending quite some time with 
Legolas.  He is still painfully shy at times and needs someone closer to his age to help bring him out of 
his shell.  Adar would most assuredly be much appreciative of that, providing they do not lead the pen-
neth too far astray with mischief-making,” Raunien responded, confident in his second’s observations 
of the gwenyn. “Perhaps, we should rejoin our guests before our absence is missed overmuch?” He 
asked, more rhetorically than not, before turning back toward the encampment to settle in for the night. 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
As Tilion completed his descent from the skies and Arien began her slow rise, the Greenwood and 
Imladrian companies began to break camp quickly that they might reach the palace before the nooning 
meal.  Since it was to be a short ride, Glorfindel had instructed the twins to bathe quickly in the nearby 
stream and bid them change into the more formal tunics, undershirts, and leggings that they had 
packed especially for greeting the Sindar King and his family.  Once the twins had completed their 
ablutions and presented themselves before their Captain in their traditional colors, blue with silver trim 
for Elrohir and green with gold threading for Elladan, with each twin‘s locks plaited in their recently 
acquired warrior braids. 
 
 
After having gained his approval, they both attended their horses while Glorfindel readied himself as 
well.  The Elda returned to them in a white tunic with a golden flower sewn across the chest, while his 
undershirt and leggings were the color of the sky at midnight, a deep contrast to the golden hair that 
fell about his shoulders and gleamed even in the early morning light.  Satisfied that they were 
presentable, Glorfindel advised the Prince that the Imladrian party was ready to continue at his 
discretion, and with a few swift orders, the parties began the final leg of the sojourn to the cavern 
palace of Thranduil. 
 
 
Along the way, the twins took the opportunity to ask the Crown Prince about his younger brother 
Legolas.  They discovered that the younger Prince was rather reserved around all but family and were 
solicited for their gentle assistance in changing that particular personality trait.  Only days before they 
had thought him a spoiled youngling, but apparently the import of that preconceived judgment no 
longer crossed their minds.  That one as accomplished as Raunien would ask their assistance, instead 
both flattered and excited the twins who thereafter made it their mission to do their utmost to befriend 
the younger Prince during this visit. 
 
 
When they entered a small clearing, the twins spied a large gate among walls of stone.  It was guarded 
by several archers who stood at the ready until all watchwords were spoken formally.  With the passing 
of those words from their Crown Prince to them, they slowly opened the heavy gates and allowed the 
companies to enter the forest stronghold of Greenwood the Great.  The companies rode two abreast 
through the gate with Raunien and Glorfindel in the lead, followed closely by the twins with Belben and 
Thandion directly behind them.  Word had been sent ahead to the royal family who began to gather 
upon the steps of the courtyard landing at the entrance to the cavern palace. 
 
 
The younger twin tried to unobtrusively glance around as they entered the courtyard.  He was most 
surprised by the simple elegance of the outside walls of the cavern itself.  Windows and doorways had 
been cut into rock to allow light and air into at least those rooms that benefited from their proximity 
along the outer wall.  The stables were separate from the cavern, sprawling along the guardian wall 
not far from the gated entrance, but seemed a large and well-built structure.  Beyond that, further along 
the wall, was another large building that appeared to be the barracks for the King’s patrols, if the 
warriors going to and fro there were anything to go by.  There were other free-standing buildings 
scattered about, for what purposes the twin did not know but mentally noted to discuss with Legolas at 
a later time should he have success in gaining the young Prince‘s ear. 
 
 
Elrohir turned as he heard a hushed sound of approval escape his twin’s mouth.  He followed Elladan’s 
line of view, which was centered on the royal family.  That the Crown Prince greatly favored his father 
was of little surprise, as only the color of their hair seemed to set them apart physically.  Where 
Raunien’s was tawny, Thranduil’s was nigh as golden as Glorfindel’s own hair.  There was a crown of 
leaves upon his brow with deep red berries interwoven amongst the leaves that complimented the 
deep green robe that he wore.  He was an imposing figure indeed, softened only by the clear affection 
he held for the Lady at his side. 
 
 
Queen Silima was plainly of Silvan decent, her hair a mixture of silver and gold and her skin pale and 
smooth.  She had a shorter but fuller nose than the aquiline ones of the King and Raunien.  Her lips 
were plump and spread into a kindly smile that lit her emerald green eyes.  Her deep red dress was a 
perfect match to the berries that accented her husband’s crown.  The Lady radiated kindness and light. 
 
 
But while Elladan seemed quite impressed with the King and Queen, Elrohir found himself more 
interested in the youngling standing so closely to his mother.  He was yet gangly, having just reached 
his majority a decade previous, but his hair was a true blend of his parents’ locks.  His eyes were wide 
and as blue as his father and brother’s.  He had his mother’s nose and full lips as well as her pale, 
smooth skin. Even now his beauty was quite breathtaking, and would no doubt only flourish as he 
grew. 
 
 
It seemed a shame to the younger twin that one so lovely would be so obviously beset with great 
timidity, but Elrohir secretly pledged to himself that he would do all that he could to bring out the 
beautiful faer that he sensed beneath the slightly trembling facade of the young Prince of Greenwood. 
 As all the formal introductions were made, the younger twin smiled softly at Legolas, encouraging the 
youngling to return the facial expression.  “Mae govannen, Ernilen,” the twin said warmly. 
 
 
Legolas just did manage a shaky smile, though his cheeks blushed a deep pink as he did so. “Mae 
govannen, Elf-Knight,” the wavering voice mustered much to Elrohir’s delight. 
 
 
Though Elladan stared pointedly at him in bewilderment, Elrohir could find nothing improper with the 
youngling’s greeting of him using what had always been more of his family’s name for him.  Indeed, it 
seemed to Elrohir to be perfectly natural for some as yet unknown reason.  Elrohir merely inclined his 
head in thanks to Legolas and raised an eyebrow at his twin, all but daring him to correct the Prince 
about the matter. 
 
 
Elladan wisely chose to let the matter go, introducing himself instead. “Mae govannen, Legolas,” he 
said convivially, a confident grin upon his face. 
 
 
“M..m..mae govannen, Elladan,” the Prince stammered before lowering his eyes to the landing.  Even 
the tips of his delicately pointed ears were nearly as red as his mother’s dress, and he mentally chided 
himself for embarrassing his Adar in front of the heir of Imladris. 
 
 
However, when he finally raised his eyes again, it was not Elladan, but Elrohir who looked kindly upon 
him.  The elder twin was busy speaking once again with Raunien and the King.  Elrohir just motioned 
slightly with his head toward his twin and rolled his eyes, causing the younger Prince to stifle a laugh 
before they too joined the others. 
 
 
tbc... 
 
 
 
Other Translations: 
 
 
Ethuil - late Spring 
Híren - my Lord 
gwenyn - twins 
tôren - my brother 
tôr - brother 
Raunien - lion 
mae govannen - well met 
Ernilen - my Prince 
hannon le - thank you 
ionnath - sons 
pen-neth - young/little one 
Adar - father 
Belben - strong one 
Thandion - shield 
Tilion - the moon (more properly, the Maia charged with guiding the moon) 
Arien - the sun (the Maia charged with guiding the sun) 
Silima - crystal 
faer - the soul 
 
 
 
 
 
Whispers of the Heart  (2/?) 
Daeomae 
FPS 
NC-17 
Elrohir/Legolas, (implied) Elladan/Legolas, others 
Disclaimer:  All characters except for OC’s are Tolkien’s.  OC’s and the plot are mine. 
Warning:  Slash, Angst 
Beta: Janalynn27, all other mistakes are of my own making. 
Summary:  This is the expanded, non-songfic, version of “The Vault” and inspired by not only Def 
Leppard's songs but also, in part, by a couple of comments on the original that managed to really get 
me thinking about what this story could be.  I hope that I manage to capture it truthfully and well. 
 
 
A/N:  // = memories 
 
 
Chapter Two 
 
 
Laer, T. A. 240 
Greenwood the Great 
 
 
A few weeks after they initially met Legolas, the twins had made some headway in getting closer to 
him.  While he was still quite shy, they both managed to get him to take them on small excursions 
about the fortress and the area just outside those walls.  This day was no different.  They had 
discovered a small but lovely waterfall half a league east of the palace only the week before, but Arien 
was close to setting.  The retreat behind the great wall before it was dark had been necessary. 
 Though, there were few bands of wildmen or orcs that would dare approach so closely to the forest 
realm, the King had always cautioned Legolas in the dangers of being at the mercy of the darkness 
unprepared.  The three thus decided to return to the waterfall at the next opportunity and during 
midday so that they might enjoy it all longer. 
 
 
The three friends packed some simple food and wine to serve as their nooning meal, and with the 
King’s and Glorfindel’s permission, set out in the late morning for the waterfall that reminded the twins 
a bit of home.  The blond Elda had explained the significance to Raunien, who had never visited 
Imladris, and the Prince had understood well the longing for home even when one was happily 
discovering a new realm.  He had experienced much the same when he had, by necessity, made a trip 
in his father’s stead to Lothlórien, as Queen Silima had been heavy with child at the time. 
 
 
After leaving his father still speaking with the Balrog Slayer, he called Belben to him. “The three 
Princes are spending the afternoon at the waterfall that springs from the palace stream.  See that they 
are unobtrusively guarded yet afforded as much privacy as possible,” he charged his lieutenant. 
 
 
“Aye, Híren.  By your leave, Thandion and I will see to it personally,” the warrior added, and with a nod 
from his Captain, he set out to find his brother quickly. 
 
 
The two warriors arrived just as the elder twin stood at the top of the waterfall prepared to jump. 
 Elladan‘s dark hair was lit with the rays of sunlight that seemed to crown his very head in firelight.  His 
very skin glowed as the sun warmed it eagerly.  He looked as magnificent as the Valar themselves, 
shiny and perched aloft as he was. 
 
 
“Is it deep enough, tôr?” Elladan called down to his twin, who motioned him to wait before diving 
beneath the surface of the pool that was formed by the waterfall in the stream that then traveled 
onward toward the palace to supply water for palace and stables alike. 
 
 
When Elrohir resurfaced moments later, he called up in like manner, “Aye, it is much deeper than it 
looks, and you have not so very far to jump compared to what we have done along the Bruinen.” The 
younger twin waded back out of the water and over to the waiting Legolas who seemed as nervous as 
he was entranced by the scene.  “Do not mind him, Ernilen, for he makes such displays often enough. 
 He knows what he is doing,” the younger twin muttered, knowing that his twin was making the display 
for Legolas’ benefit alone. 
 
 
Since that first day, the elder twin had found himself quite flattered by the attention paid him by the 
young Prince.  Legolas had developed an easy enough rapport with the Elf-Knight, yet it was clear that 
it was Elladan’s approval that he craved most.  He was clearly fascinated with the unreserved twin. 
 Elladan seemed afraid of little, unlike Legolas himself, while the younger twin appeared more aloof 
because he was quieter and more thoughtful and deliberate in his actions. 
 
 
That Legolas was smitten with his twin did not escape Elrohir.  He supposed that it was natural for 
someone so intensely introverted to feel an attraction for one who was anything but, yet that did not 
make it any easier to bear for the Elf-Knight.  He himself felt a growing interest in Legolas, but judged 
himself less deserving of the hero worship that was bestowed upon Elladan.  The elder twin had 
always inspired both peers and the younger alike because of his fierce independence and self-assured 
nature.  That the Prince would have proven any less susceptible to his charms had been most unlikely 
from the beginning, and the younger twin tried to resign himself to the fact. 
 
 
A sudden splash, coupled with the subsequent cheer it aroused from Legolas, drew Elrohir out of his 
musings.  He looked up to see Legolas timidly wading out to his twin to congratulate him on his dive. 
 Elladan picked up the youngling as he himself reached the more shallow waters and swung him 
around, both laughing loudly. 
 
 
“Come, tôren.  The water is nice for a swim, and you are already wet anyway,” the elder twin entreated 
just as he was splashed mightily by a suddenly mischievous Sindar Prince.  Elrohir could not help but 
join in the laughter as Elladan spat water and tried to get his long tresses out of his eyes.  Soon, the 
three were enjoying a full out battle in the pool, much to the delight of the two warriors who watched 
discreetly from a distance. 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
A fortnight after their excursion to the waterfall, the three sat in the twins’ guest chamber talking and 
drinking Dorwinion wine.  The twins had started to play chess after the dinner meal, but when Legolas 
had knocked on their chamber door, the chessboard was quickly put aside in favor of less solitary 
pursuits.  They had quickly planned their activities for the next day and settled in for a long 
conversation. 
 
 
“Your begetting day celebration is only a full turn of Tilion away, Legolas.  Have you thought on what 
you wish for your presents?” Elrohir queried nonchalantly, but at Legolas’ down-turned expression, he 
continued, “Mayhap, is it that you do not enjoy celebrating at all?” 
 
 
Elladan perked up at that question, eager to hear the Sinda’s explanation himself. “Surely, that is not it, 
tôr?” 
 
 
With both sets of eyes upon him, and the fortification of the Dorwinion within his blood, Legolas shook 
his head. “In all honesty, it is not the celebration itself that I dread.  Rather, it is that once again, 
everyone will look to me to choose someone to...share my majority rites with,” he said, blushing 
furiously as he did so. 
 
 
The twins were shocked at the admission.  It had been a full decade since his majority, and the Prince 
was as yet untouched.  Both should have guessed at that, given that the Prince was unusually shy, but 
it had never truly crossed their minds before that night.  Elrohir, for his part, felt deep sympathy for him, 
as he was certain that it was whispered throughout the kingdom that their Prince was still untried.  He 
was also certain that many an ellon and elleth were angling to gain that withheld treasure for 
themselves.  The Prince was unlikely to know whom to trust, even if he could commit to such a 
coupling given his acute bashfulness. 
 
 
“And have you given thought to whom you might choose to favor this time, Ernilen, or have you 
decided to forego the pleasure once more?” Elladan asked with more interest than his twin would have 
liked. 
 
 
“I have given it little thought of late, Elladan.  I have been too busy enjoying our time together to think 
of aught but that,” Legolas answered hesitantly, his refusal to look at either twin betraying more than 
the expected discomfort with the conversation. 
 
 
Though Elladan did not appear to notice anything unusual, Elrohir could not fail to notice the change in 
the Prince.  He was instead quite convinced that Legolas had indeed been considering his choice of 
partner carefully.  Furthermore, to Elrohir’s chagrin, he was certain that choice was the very mirror 
image of himself.  A knot began to tighten in the Elf-Knight’s stomach as that realization began to sink 
in more deeply.  He hoped that he was in error, or that at least Elladan would choose not to participate. 
 However, he was aware of his brother’s sexual appetites, and with them far from home and his usual 
lover, the temptation would be great indeed for the elder twin. 
 
 
Later, after Legolas had retired, Elrohir determined the timing right to discuss what they had learned 
with his twin.  “Do you believe that he has truly not thought on his options where the majority rites are 
concerned this time, tôren?” he asked Elladan suspiciously. 
 
 
“He says he has not, and I am normally inclined to think that is so,” the elder twin answered with a 
shrug. “However, if should he ask me, I would not turn him away.  He is very fair even for his age.” 
 
 
“And what of the lover you left in Imladris?” Elrohir asked with a raised eyebrow, reminiscent of their 
Adar. 
 
 
“We have spoken no commitments to one another, nor exchanged words of love.  He is as free as I am 
to seek comfort elsewhere while we are parted,” Elladan answered sharply. 
 
 
“I wonder if Legolas would see it that way, Elladan.  One such as he would likely form an attachment 
easily to someone he had gifted his virginity to.  He is fragile in his interactions with others, and I would 
not like to see him disappointed or hurt,” Elrohir said meaningfully. 
 
 
“You care for him,” Elladan said, as if noticing it for the first time. “Perhaps you should offer to school 
him yourself in the ways of passion?” 
 
 
Elrohir shook his head sadly. “Nay, tôr.  I would have him come to me with such a request ‘ere I would 
place him in such a potentially uncomfortable situation.” 
 
 
“Do you think he would deny you?  You are his friend, the same as I am.  He may need someone to 
offer for fear of rejection, though it seems unlikely anyone would do so,” Elladan continued. 
 
 
“You know that I would never be satisfied if I was fully aware that I was not his first choice, Elladan. 
 He must come to me, if I am the one he wishes to instruct him in one of the most important of rites of 
the Eldar.  He must make that choice alone,” Elrohir finished, effectively ending the conversation as 
both sought their beds and extinguished the candles for the night. 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
The Elf-Knight remained true to his word when, even on the night of Legolas’ begetting celebration, he 
had still not approached the Prince with offers to share his bed and teach him the elements of bed-
play.  The celebration was in full swing at the palace.  The King and Queen had seen to it that the 
large courtyard was decorated in tasteful splendor for their youngest’s festivities.  Torches lined the 
outer perimeter of the courtyard, and lanterns hung low from the bows of the nearby trees, lending 
their soft glow to aid the starlight of the night that peeked through the more open area of the forest that 
immediately surrounded the Greenwood city.  Streams of white gauzy fabric lined the many tables that 
were erected for guests and family alike.  Woodsy scented candles could be found amongst the 
pinecones, berries, and sprigs of holly that served as centerpieces on the tables.  A small area at the 
top of the great steps to the palace was placed near the dais of the Royal Family and their Imladrian 
guests and used to seat the minstrels that their music might waft over the crowd and through the night 
more easily. 
 
 
The Silvan elves were all wearing their finest tunics and breeches or gowns.  The Royal Family was 
certainly no exception.  The King was resplendent in emerald green, while the Queen’s gown of soft 
yellow emphasized her pearlescent skin in the moonlight.  Raunien looked every inch the Crown 
Prince in muted gold, the lanterns casting a glow about his tawny mane that only seemed to increase 
his feline-like bearing.  Lastly, the younger Thranduilion presented a tempting sight indeed in a satiny 
silver, his sapphire eyes aglow with nervous excitement. 
 
 
The twins were credited for the more confident Prince that the citizens saw in the Guest of Honor’s 
position that night.  Though he could not quite contain the perpetual blush that colored his cheeks 
throughout, Legolas was much more easily able to greet his well wishers without shrinking visibly and 
with a reasonably calm and self-assured voice. 
King Thranduil and Queen Silima were intensely proud of the strides their youngest had made in the 
season that the twins had been in Greenwood.  Raunien was seen to sport a pleased smile whenever 
someone mentioned the noticeable change in his younger brother’s comportment at this social event. 
 Even Legolas himself did not feel as overwhelmed as he normally did when so much attention was 
thrust upon him.  He was seen alternately smiling kindly or grinning almost impishly depending upon 
whom he was speaking with at the time. 
 
 
The twins themselves did not lack for attention from admirers either.  Both ellyn and ellith alike, 
clamored for the attention of the exotic Peredhil, who were predictably dressed in beautiful robes, as 
Imladrians were known to do, of green and blue.  Their preferred choice of colors had helped a grateful 
Silvan population tremendously in separating one from the other and thus reduced the chance of 
propositioning the same one twice.   As expected, the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower, 
dressed in a crisp white and midnight blue robe with the symbol of his house embroidered upon it, had 
more than his share of offers during the celebration, though he kindly avoided them with a quick wit 
and a beguiling smile, his thoughts trained elsewhere. 
 
 
Unlike Elladan, the Elf-Knight was careful to avoid being dragged to the dance floor over and over.  He 
instead began a meaningful conversation with Belben and Thandion, which effectively warded all but 
the most passionate of elves away from his side.  It allowed him to more easily keep an eye on the 
youngest Thranduilion, even as he secretly hoped that Elladan’s eagerness for interactions with others 
would be correctly interpreted by Legolas and not merely assigned to the usual gregarious aspect of 
his nature.  Legolas would likely be hurt deeply to discover that the elder twin had no desire to commit 
to any one elf beyond a casual lover. 
 
 
Elladan was far too eager to explore and learn in the ways of bed-play to do so, though he was 
discreet, quite choosy with regard to his partners, and known to frequent only one lover at a time. 
 Apparently, the last one had lost his luster for the elder twin, or so the Elf-Knight believed, and his 
brother was looking for one to replace him.  The younger twin did not begrudge his brother that for they 
were still quite young, and it was natural to experiment some before deciding to seek an eternal mate. 
 However, Elrohir could only hope that his brother would heed his warning concerning Legolas, should 
the Prince approach the elder twin as the Elf-Knight suspected he might. 
 
 
The music and dancing was interrupted for a time so that the King might make a speech in honor of his 
son.  Raunien also gave a short toast to the continued well being of his little brother.  Then, the Crown 
Prince led the Greenwood warriors in a separate toast to the Prince as well, welcoming him officially as 
a member of the guard to begin patrols as soon as Rhîw gave way to Echuir.  A resounding shout, 
from warrior and scullery maid alike, greeted that announcement, and Elrohir looked to Thandion 
quizzically. 
 
 
Seeing the twin’s confusion, Thandion leaned forward to speak in the Elf-Knight’s ear, “It means that 
he has chosen to partake in his majority rites tonight, a necessary step for a youngling wishing to join 
the patrols, as they can be long and difficult without a lover to return to or even share the tour of duty 
with.” 
 
 
Elrohir was crestfallen at that pronouncement.  Unlike others around the courtyard, he knew with near 
certainty with whom that majority night would be spent.  His eyes searched the crowd for his twin.  He 
found Elladan raising a glass to the Prince as well with a particularly satisfied smile upon his lips.  It 
became clear to the Elf-Knight that he was not the only one who had been informed of the significance 
of the previous toast.  He bid Thandion and Belben goodnight and excused himself, retreating into the 
shadows to escape the continuing revelries.  He wandered aimlessly until he found himself within the 
Queen’s formal garden.  His own mother’s gardens had always given him a measure of peace when 
he was dismayed over one trivial matter or another, and when he found a small bench near a small 
fountain that was surrounded on three sides by rose trellises, he sat down to ponder on this latest 
disappointment. 
 
 
Elladan, in the meanwhile, had noticed the sudden disappearance of his twin from the celebration.  He 
had remembered seeing Elrohir with Thandion and Belben last, and so he crossed the courtyard intent 
on inquiring of them his twin’s whereabouts.  However, before he managed to get halfway across the 
courtyard, the youngest Thranduilion intercepted him from his task.  Legolas was clearly nervous but 
intent on speaking with him. 
 
 
“Elladan, mayhap you will accompany on a short walk?” Legolas asked politely, a hopeful gleam in his 
sapphire eyes.  The elder twin nodded his assent absently, still searching about them for his twin. 
 Legolas gingerly took him by the hand and led him along the path from the stables to the barracks and 
beyond.  “Elladan,” the Prince said near breathlessly, such was his heart racing in his breast at the 
thought of his reason for finding himself alone with the elder twin, “I...that is...I wanted to ask 
something of some import, but I find that I am nearly terrified to do so.” 
 
 
This brought about the elder twin’s immediate attention.  He looked at the Prince who was so young 
and innocent yet determined to ask something of him that he had never dared ask another.  Elladan 
smiled softly at his friend, feeling sympathy for his nervousness in such matters. “Ask, if you will.  I am 
listening most intently, Ernilen.” 
 
 
Legolas swallowed roughly, feeling his very heart in his throat and closing off his windpipe.  He ran his 
tongue subconsciously across his lips, moistening them that his words may push past them with less 
effort.  He nodded briefly and finally managed to state his request, “I would that you show me the ways 
of lovemaking tonight.” His voice quavered greatly, but there was relief for him in simply the asking. 
 
 
Elladan’s eyebrow rose at the phrasing, but he supposed as one untouched, it had seemed the more 
pleasant phrasing of his request.  “I would be most pleased to educate you in the arts of bed-play, 
Legolas,” he emphasized the alternate terminology, assuring himself that the Prince understood his 
meaning. “I must, however, locate my errant twin before I can think of aught else.  He seems to have 
disappeared from the festivities, and I would not have it said that I was so intent on reveling that I 
cared not a whit for his well being.” 
 
 
“Of course, Elladan,” Legolas answered immediately. “Shall I come with you? Two can certainly search 
faster than one.” 
 
 
“Nay, you are the Guest of Honor, and it would not look proper for you to disappear without your 
father’s leave for overlong.  I will find him ’ere rejoining you later.” 
 
 
Legolas beamed as he excused himself back to the festivities, allowing Elladan to search for the Elf-
Knight soonest that he might return all the quicker to him.  The twin bowed his head in appreciation 
before he followed the path along the outer wall and into the darker recesses of the fortress.  He 
doubted that his twin would have retired so early during a celebration.  He tried to recall where they 
had visited before that Elrohir could have easily located in the dark that grew steadily as one traveled 
far from the torchlight and into the night.  It was more by chance than skill that he managed to stumble 
upon the Queen’s Garden and indeed his twin so quickly.  He stepped around a trellis of roses to spy 
his brother sitting motionless on a bench. 
 
 
“I have not imbibed so great an amount of Dorwinion as not to know that you are there, tôren, so you 
may as well come out of the shadows and sit for a while,” the words came hoarsely from the yet 
stationary body so alike his own. 
 
 
The elder twin cautiously approached the Elf-Knight, faintly disturbed by the very sound of his voice. 
 He sat upon the bench and turned to look at his mirror image. “Is everything well with you?” he asked 
with a measure of concern. 
 
 
Elrohir ducked his head momentarily before he found his voice again, “I am well, brother.” 
 
 
“You say that yet you will not look at me, which rings of an untruth,” Elladan stated flatly. 
 
 
“What would you have me say, Elladan?  He had made his choice, has he not?” the Elf-Knight’s 
question was more rhetorical than otherwise, as his twin knew well. 
 
 
However, Elladan would not let the matter be so easily. “He has asked, and I told him that I would be 
pleased to show him the arts of bed-play, which is indeed the truth of it.  I also told him that I would 
seek him after speaking with you.  I did not, however, agree fully to it before speaking with you about it 
once more.  Will you go to him, brother? Will you convey to him your desire to be the one instead?” 
 
 
“I cannot,” the Elf-Knight answered simply. 
 
 
“You will not, brother.  You would rather cower in his mother’s garden than to approach the youngling 
that you desire for fear of rejection,” Elladan groused tersely. 
 
 
“I have told you that I am uninterested in being merely an agreeable enough second choice for him, 
tôr,” Elrohir replied determinedly. “If that makes me a coward, then so be it.” 
 
 
Elladan sighed in exasperation. “Then, I suppose he must settle for a barely passable third choice. 
 There are many here that would leap at such a golden opportunity.” 
 
 
“Aye, and they would use the liaison for their own gain and abuse his tender years and lack of 
experience for their less than honorable purposes.  He would not be simply Legolas the equal; he 
would be their Prince and potentially a stepping stone in some grand scheme for betterment in 
position.  That cannot be allowed to occur, brother, and you well know it,” Elrohir was firm in his 
resolve.  “As he has chosen you, and you have previously mentioned that you are amenable to such a 
liaison, it seems to fall to you to shelter him from such potentially insidious intentions.” 
 
 
“And that is your decision in the matter, Elrohir?” 
 
 
“It is,” the Elf-Knight said resolutely, even as the words left a bad taste in his mouth. 
 
 
Elladan stared at his brother’s set jaw before he rose to leave. “So be it,” the elder twin said softly 
before he ambled back toward the celebration.  From his brother’s reactions and words, it was clear to 
the elder twin that Elrohir was upset with not having been Legolas’ first choice because he wanted to 
be the one to ensure that the Prince was treated with respect and care.  Instead, that duty had fallen to 
him, the elder twin; the one that Elrohir knew had nothing to gain by the sharing of Legolas’ bed yet 
was convinced that he was not suitable for an innocent given his penchant for casual relationships 
only. 
 
 
“Elrohir, you are like a lioness protecting her cubs where Legolas is concerned,” he muttered to 
himself. “’Tis a good thing you do not care deeper than that, else I am sorely afraid you would be 
disappointed greatly.”  The elder twin shook his head impatiently, before stepping back into the 
courtyard and quickly closing the distance between himself and the awaiting Prince. 
 
 
 
Translations: 
 
 
Laer - Summer 
Arien - the sun 
Híren - my Lord 
tôr - brother 
tôren - my brother 
Ernilen - my Prince 
Tilion - the moon 
ellon - male elf (s.) 
elleth - female elf (s.) 
Adar - father 
ellyn - male elves (p.) 
ellith - female elves (p.) 
Peredhil - half-elven (p.) 
Rhîw - Winter 
Echuir - early Spring 
 
 
 
 
 
Whispers of the Heart (3/?) 
Daeomae 
FPS 
NC-17 
Elrohir/Legolas, (implied) Elladan/Legolas, others 
Disclaimer: All characters except for OC’s are Tolkien’s. OC’s and the plot are mine. 
Warning: Slash, Angst 
Beta: Janalynn27, all other mistakes are of my own making. 
Summary: Unrequited love and sibling rivalry make for a difficult situation. This is the expanded, non-
songfic, version of “The Vault” and inspired by not only Def Leppard's songs but also, in part, by a 
couple of comments on the original that managed to really get me thinking about what this story could 
be. I hope that I manage to capture it truthfully and well. 
 
 
A/N: // = memories 
 
 
 
Chapter Three 
 
 
Laer, Third Age 240 
Greenwood the Great 
 
 
The next morning, Glorfindel knocked upon the door to the twins’ chambers concerned that Elrohir had 
not yet appeared at the table for their fast breaking. He waited several minutes before finally a 
wretched-looking younger twin opened the door. The Elf-Knight appeared to have not slept a wink all 
night, and by the dark circles under his eyes and the slight redness to the tip of his nose, it appeared 
he had done a considerable amount of weeping. 
 
 
The Balrog Slayer gently pushed himself by Elrohir and into the room. When the younger twin had 
closed the door and turned to him, he looked at the twin sadly. “You look quite the fright, pen-neth. Will 
you confide in your Captain? You know that I can be trusted to be discreet with your secrets, do you 
not?” 
 
 
“I do,” the Elf-Knight’s voice was husky with tears once more. He motioned the Elda to a nearby chair, 
taking the other for himself. His gaze seemed distant for some moments as he collected his thoughts, 
but Glorfindel waited patiently without so much as a word. “I have made a horrible mistake, Hîr nín. I 
wanted Legolas for myself last night, but he chose Elladan instead. Elladan knew that I was mildly 
interested, but I did not divulge the full of it to him, even when he came to me and suggested that I 
approach Legolas myself.” He closed his eyes as if picturing it all again in his head, the expression on 
his face heartbreakingly riddled with a sadness that the Captain thought too deep for one so young. 
The Elf-Knight opened his eyes once more, pain swirling within their depths. “I should not have 
refused. I was hurt that the Prince did not choose me first, and so I pushed Elladan toward him, that at 
least Legolas might learn from one that had no designs for power in this realm.” 
 
 
Glorfindel nodded thoughtfully. “It is unfortunate that you had to learn firsthand that there are those that 
will take advantage however they might to gain position and authority. Though, it is a harsh lesson that 
you have managed to save young Legolas from learning, at least for now. Yet, it has come at a painful 
price for you, pen-neth . I can see that you care deeply for him, and I understand your not wanting to 
be thought second best. However, you cannot allow yourself to hold what was, in essence, your own 
choice against either your brother or the Prince. I sincerely hope that you realize that Elrohir, for such 
things can come between even dearly loved ones if allowed to fester.” 
 
 
Elrohir nodded solemnly, and the Elda continued, “You must suffer the consequences of your words 
and deeds alone. However, I believe that you will find that you will be all the stronger for it in the end. 
You are all still young, and it is highly likely that this will be but a passing fancy for each of you at any 
rate. The best that I can advise you is to concentrate on becoming the elf that you are intended to be. 
The Valar will help you see to the rest when the time is right,” the Elda said with a comforting smile. 
“Now, come and let us see you cleaned up swiftly. Thranduil will not wait patiently forever for our 
presence at the table.” 
 
 
“Hannon le, Hîr nín.” Elrohir stood and impulsively embraced the blond Elda. “I shall do my best, as 
you say,” the younger twin continued before padding toward the private bath chamber to try to make 
himself presentable enough for the table. 
 
 
In the meantime, Glorfindel searched through the small wardrobe provided in the room for something 
appropriate for the twin to wear. After locating a light tunic and pair of leggings in the twin’s preferred 
blue, Glorfindel shook out what wrinkles he could and laid the clothing on the bed. “I will await you at 
the table, pen-neth. I will offer our apologies ‘ere you arrive, but you should make certain to do the 
same when you do. It will go a long way toward soothing the King’s likely affronted state.” 
 
 
“Aye, Hîr nín,” Elrohir called out shortly before he heard the outer door close. 
 
 
********************** 
 
 
Breakfast had proven to be an uncomfortable affair. Quizzical glances were shared among the King, 
Queen, and Raunien. Glorfindel only smiled weakly, and the Elf-Knight stared at his plate as he 
pushed the food around, unable to eat but a few bites due to his diminished appetite. Raunien and 
Thranduil made some small talk about the upcoming patrols when little other discussion seemed 
forthcoming from the Imladrian elves. 
 
 
When finally the King had risen from his chair and excused himself to keep an appointment with some 
of his advisors, the Queen asked Glorfindel to accompany her to the gardens for his opinion on some 
matter with the flowers there. It was plainly an attempt to allow the Crown Prince time to speak with the 
younger twin about what was troubling him. When they were completely alone, Raunien stood and 
waited for Elrohir to do the same. 
 
 
“Walk with me if you will, Elrohir,” he said politely, though his tone brooked of an order rather than a 
request. The twin nodded his acquiescence absently and fell into step with the Crown Prince. When 
they had walked into the courtyard, the Prince stopped abruptly. “You have been most solemn this 
morning. Perhaps, there is something on your mind that is troubling you?” 
 
 
Elrohir’s head snapped up at that comment, and he blushed fiercely. “’Tis but a trifle, Ernilen. I did not 
sleep well last night, but I shall no doubt be well enough with some exercise. I had wanted to ask about 
the patrols you mentioned earlier but did not wish to interrupt your conversation.” 
 
 
Realizing that any further explanation was unlikely to be forthcoming, Raunien allowed the younger 
twin to change the subject. “What was it that you wished to ask?” 
 
 
“Will Belben and Thandion be assigned to these patrols?” Elrohir asked, even as he hoped that the two 
ellyn would remain nearby for a while longer. “I was hoping to hold them to their promise to aid me in 
improving my archery,” the twin explained with a tight smile. 
 
 
“Belben will be leading the next patrol. However, it is possible that his brother might assist you as he 
pledged. I would be most pleased to spend some time on the archery field myself, as well.” The Prince 
smiled pleasantly. “Perhaps, I might even gain Glorfindel’s consent to abandon those boring meetings 
of my father’s advisors that he has been politely attending though no doubt wishing he had not agreed 
to in the first place.” 
 
 
Elrohir could not resist laughing at the Prince’s most likely correct assessment of the Captain’s folly. “I 
would like that very much, Ernilen,” he agreed warmly, finding a kindred soul in the quiet and earnest 
Crown Prince. To both, actions seemed to mean so much more than mere words, so that anything 
spoken was often of some import, even if only in humorous anecdotes. 
 
 
“Very well, gwador, fetch your bow and sword, and then meet me at the training field within the hour.” 
 
 
Elrohir’s countenance brightened considerably at such an unexpected compliment, and he hurriedly 
agreed before racing inside to his rooms. Raunien, for his part, smiled in amusement as he sought out 
Thandion, gladdened that the younger twin seemed to have regained some of his liveliness. He 
discovered the younger brother of his lieutenant just as Thandion was coming out of the barracks with 
a couple of tunics in his arms. 
 
 
“Have you anything of great import that needs attending to at this time, Thandion?” Raunien asked 
politely. 
 
 
“Nay, my Lord. I was only going to see the seamstress to have these darned,” the young warrior 
answered respectfully. 
 
 
Raunien inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Very well, take those to the seamstress but tell her you 
will return for them at a later time. Then, fetch your bow and meet me at the training fields. I believe 
you have a promise to keep to the youngest Peredhel.” The Crown Prince grinned conspiratorially at 
the warrior. 
 
 
“Aye, my Lord, I do at that,” Thandion easily agreed in good humor. “By your leave?” 
 
 
“You have it,” Raunien nodded affably before continuing his walk back across the courtyard and into 
the palace to obtain his own bow and change into clothing more appropriate for archery and sparring. 
 
 
As predicted, Glorfindel had been only too glad of any reasonable excuse to spare himself from yet 
another meeting. He and the Prince had been most intent on the small progress Elrohir was by now 
making under Thandion’s tutelage, and both agreed that further lessons would be a boon to the 
younger twin’s self-confidence. 
 
 
However, as expected, the interest in the archery lessons waned when the two began to discuss their 
own former lessons in swordplay. The two had soon divested themselves of their tunics and begun 
sparring with great zeal. For Raunien, it was an opportunity to show his old mentor his improved skills. 
Glorfindel, for his part, wanted not only to test his former pupil’s metal but also to display his still near 
flawless skills even against one with an advanced ability such as Raunien. With Arien beating down 
upon both, their sweat soaked skin gleamed nearly as brilliantly in the light as their golden and tawny 
manes. 
 
 
As Thandion called a halt to the archery lesson, he and Elrohir took up a spot against the roots of a 
large beech tree to watch the two glorious warriors do battle. He asked Elrohir one question or another 
about a parry or thrust that Glorfindel seemed to manage with relative ease, which allowed the 
younger twin to share his own knowledge to his archery tutor. “I only hope one day to be half as skilled 
as Glorfindel. I know of no one that has been able to even manage a draw against him,” the Elf-Knight 
said reverently. 
 
 
“At least not as of yet,” Thandion quipped with a wink as he looked proudly upon his Prince who 
appeared to be holding his own thus far against the renowned Balrog Slayer. 
 
 
The two moved in a near flawless dance, whirling in and out as metal clashed upon metal. One gained 
the advantage only to lose it moments later as the other gained ground. The air about them was 
almost electrified, and even the birds seemed hushed as if watching the scene unfold as well. A crowd 
began to gather on the fringes of the field. So intent was each on watching the clashing titans, no one 
seemed to notice the advent of the younger Prince and his new lover among the throng of spectators. 
Indeed, until such time as both warriors called a well-deserved draw when they had battled long with 
no clear winner and the exuberant younger Thranduilion had trod lightly across the field to congratulate 
the elder, Elrohir had not discerned his presence at all. 
 
 
His stomach nearly rebelled as Elladan took his place at Legolas’ side, one hand resting lightly at the 
Prince‘s waist. However, remembering Glorfindel’s earlier words, he swallowed back the rising bile 
before taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders to walk over and offer his felicitations to both 
warriors as well. Glorfindel smiled at him approvingly before clearing his throat intentionally to suggest 
that they both go bathe quickly as it was nearing the nooning meal. Raunien and Thandion likewise 
agreed, and soon they cleared the field and headed straightway to their respective rooms to indulge in 
a much-needed ablution. Mercifully, Elladan was intent on staying beside Legolas, thus allowing 
Elrohir some time to mentally regroup before he had to face the two lovers again. 
 
 
******************** 
 
 
Over the next several weeks, the two lovers seemed satisfied to spend a generous amount of time 
alone and took little notice that Elrohir engaged in other pursuits. Elrohir channeled his frustration and 
energy into improving steadily in his prowess with the bow. Thandion and Raunien proved more than 
apt tutors in this, each aiding him as they were available to do so. Though he knew that he would soon 
have to lead the next patrol, Raunien was keenly aware that the younger twin had been abandoned by 
both of their brothers and tried to make as much time as was possible for the Elf-Knight both on the 
training fields and in their spare time. He and Elrohir began a nightly game of chess in the King’s 
study, as Thranduil and Glorfindel would sit nearby drinking Dorwinion and quietly discussing some 
historical fact or another. 
 
 
Elrohir came to greatly appreciate the extra time that the Crown Prince allotted him, regarding it as a 
greatly desirable distraction from the shadows that seemed to overwhelm him when he was alone and 
subject to dwelling on those things that he could not take back nor change. Though it rankled even still, 
he had been as gracious and understanding as possible when Elladan had told him of his continued 
attraction to Legolas. 
 
 
 
// Elladan had followed his twin from the nightly meal back to their chambers the night after the 
celebration. He had not managed a moment alone with Elrohir all day between Elrohir’s activities and 
Legolas’ attentions, but had gently put off his lover for a short while with the excuse of checking on the 
younger twin, who had still seemed a bit pale and tired at the table. When they arrived inside the 
chamber doors, he had lightly grasped Elrohir’s arm and pulled him to a seat. 
 
“Are you angry with me?” Elladan had asked, intently watching his brother’s face. “You have barely 
spoken a word tonight to either Legolas or me.” 
 
“I am not angry with you, tôr,” Elrohir had answered quietly, “though, in truth, the same cannot be said 
for myself. I made a mistake in judgment, but that is something that I must set to right within my own 
mind. ‘Tis not your fault that I pushed you toward him, but I feel compelled to say that I would be angry 
with you if you should lead him to believe your affections are more serious than they are. He is still 
delicate of nature in his interactions with others, and I cannot help that I feel protective of him in that.” 
 
“I have spoken no words of love for him, Elrohir, only those of approval as a lover might. My affections 
go no further than those of a lover and friend do. I will not speak an untruth by telling him otherwise,” 
Elladan had assured his twin immediately. 
 
“Then as long as he fully understands that, ’tis all I have a right to ask from you,” the Elf-Knight had 
agreed, albeit grudgingly.// 
 
 
 
“I leave the day after tomorrow for a few weeks’ patrol.” The Crown Prince’s words snapped Elrohir out 
of his musings. 
 
 
The twin’s eyes betrayed his distress, even as he voiced his comprehension calmly, “You have an 
important duty to your kingdom. I understand that, gwador, though I will miss our nightly game of 
chess. Glorfindel may make at least a passable opponent in your stead, I expect.” He smiled 
mischievously, as Glorfindel blustered about his natural talent for chess, drawing a hearty chuckle from 
Thranduil and Raunien alike. 
 
 
“I am glad of that, then, as I would hate for you to find yourself completely bereft in my absence,” the 
Prince teased in turn, though he was still concerned by the brave facade that Elrohir was erecting 
when his eyes spoke differently. He decided to speak with his Adar about excusing Belben from his 
regular duties and reassigning him to continue to tutor the twin when he returned from the current 
patrol. Perhaps then, Elrohir might not miss Thandion’s and his own presence quite so acutely. 
 
 
After everyone began excusing themselves from the table the next morning, Raunien secured a few 
moments alone with the King to speak with him. They ambled to the study so that the Prince might 
speak unhindered of his concerns for the younger twin. Closing the door behind them, Thranduil 
motioned his son to a nearby seat. “Whatever it is that you wish to discuss, ion nín, has you quite 
solemn this morn,” the King intuited. 
 
 
“It does indeed, Adar,” the Prince began. “I am concerned for the Elf-Knight. His behavior has much 
changed since the celebration.” 
 
 
Thranduil smiled knowingly. “I too have noticed a change. He depends on your company greatly and 
spends considerably less time in the company of his brother and yours than he did ‘ere that night. 
Perhaps, it is that he feels uneasy sharing their company when ‘tis obvious to all that the two would 
rather spend their leisure time alone?” 
 
 
“I have no doubt that is, at least, partially his reasoning,” the Prince agreed. “However, I tend to believe 
that there is more to it than readily meets the eye. I have noticed a tendency in him to never mention 
either of his own volition. Even when Thandion or I have mentioned them, he says little more than what 
he must, and even then, there is a sense of distraction in his comments.” 
 
 
“Think you that the gwenyn have had some substantial quarrel?” the King asked as his eyebrows met 
in confusion. 
 
 
“If I may speak plainly,” the Prince waited for his father’s agreement, and at a wave of Thranduil’s 
hand, he continued, “I believe that the choice of my brother’s first bedmate did not set well with the Elf-
Knight.” 
 
 
“You think he wanted Legolas for himself, then?” 
 
 
“I do,” the Prince answered confidently, “and furthermore, I believe it conceivable that he might have 
been the better choice in the matter.” 
 
 
“How so, ion?” Thranduil was certainly perplexed by the last statement, and concern for his youngest 
began to bloom in his heart. 
 
 
“There has been some talk amongst the Imladrian warriors, hushed words between them that 
Thandion heard by mishap, that spoke of Elladan’s prowess in such matters. Though none condemned 
him for introducing my brother into adulthood, they did make mention of a long-standing lover left 
behind in the Hidden Vale. The warriors had thought perhaps the Elf-Knight would have been more 
suitable for such a singular task, holding that he is the more earnest and particular in these matters,” 
Raunien repeated Thandion’s observations to his father. 
 
 
“I see,” Thranduil began, finding himself momentarily at a loss for words. “As you well know, I do not 
generally put much stock into idle gossip. However, I will admit that I have had my misgivings about 
the relationship developing between the elder twin and Legolas. Nevertheless, your brother made his 
choice in the matter, and as long as Elladan does him no grievous harm or disservice, I think it wise 
not to intervene in the matter. Theirs is likely a youthful association that will wane once Elladan returns 
to Imladris in Iavas, as moreover, Elrohir‘s infatuation with Legolas should.” 
 
 
“You are wise in these matters indeed. I shall leave more confidently for my patrol knowing that your 
keen eyes will be scrutinizing the situation so capably, Adar, though I do ask that Belben be assigned 
to the Elf-Knight for continued tutoring in archery and a sympathetic ear should the twin need to 
confide in someone,” Raunien beseeched the King. “Lord Glorfindel might find it difficult to be objective 
in this instance, and I would that Elrohir did not find himself without consolation or distraction.” 
 
 
“That is well with me, Raunien. Belben shall occupy the twin as you request.” 
 
 
“My thanks, Adar,” the Prince bowed gratefully before excusing himself and 
leaving with a lighter heart than with which he had come. As he traversed the stone corridors, he 
quickened his pace in hopes of catching Elrohir before he left for the training field. He had only just 
turned down the hallway that led to the twin’s rooms when he spotted the Elf-Knight emerging from his 
chamber, bow in hand. 
 
 
Raunien smiled at the twin’s persistence in improving his archery skills. “I fear that Thandion has 
abandoned us today in favor of rest before our patrol tomorrow.” 
 
 
The twin was undaunted it seemed, and merely nodded his acceptance. Though soon, he seemed to 
rethink the matter and frowned slightly. “Perhaps you would rather take your rest as well, Ernilen?” he 
asked quietly. 
 
 
“I would prefer to forego archery today,” Raunien agreed. “Instead, I would rather entice you with a 
swim and a picnic, which would allow me some respite before the patrol as well, yet not deprive me of 
your most welcomed companionship, gwador.” The Prince smiled persuasively. “As I happen to know 
of a lovely spot just to the east that will be, by my desire, otherwise uninhabited today, I took the liberty 
of having the kitchen prepare a light meal, and it only awaits us to retrieve it, I am confident. What say 
you, Elf-Knight?” 
 
 
The smile Raunien received in response was heartening. He had purposely chosen the waterfall and 
pool that Elrohir had frequented early in his visit with his twin and Legolas. He believed the younger 
twin to have avoided it since only because there was the chance of stumbling upon the two there 
locked in an embrace or potentially even partaking in more intimate relations. However, that would not 
be the case this day, for Raunien had indeed subtly mentioned to his brother and Elladan on their way 
to break their fast that he had plans for the area himself and would not brook interlopers. 
 
 
“I will be only a few moments then, as I need to change and put my bow away,” Elrohir answered as he 
disappeared into his chamber, leaving the door well ajar presumably for the Prince to await him in the 
sitting room. That Raunien had barely seated himself before the Elf-Knight reappeared assured the 
Prince that Elrohir had indeed missed his jaunts to the waterfall these past weeks and was eager to 
return for a visit. The two soon retrieved their basket from the kitchen and began the short hike to their 
appointed destination. 
 
 
Elrohir took a few minutes to reacquaint himself with the area that he had forsaken after the youngest 
Prince’s begetting celebration. The trees seemed to lower their branches as if to welcome their Crown 
Prince and his companion with fond embraces. The birds trilled gaily as the two elves moved past. 
Even the water from the falls seemed to increase its roar as the stream gurgled playfully. The rays of 
Arien dappled cascades and pool alike, casting a welcoming gleam to the rushing and burbling waters. 
Elrohir could not suppress the smile that lit his face at the beauty that he had sorely missed. 
 
 
Raunien found himself rather pleased with that selfsame smile, as it was the first time he had seen it 
since early in the young one’s arrival. The gleam in Elrohir’s eyes had returned if only for a short while, 
and the Crown Prince was relieved to see that it still existed even if often mired in his youthful 
heartbreak. The Lion of Greenwood determined to allow the young Peredhel his enjoyment for as long 
as possible before dimming it with necessary talk of their respective brothers. Instead, he motioned the 
Elf-Knight to a wide spot under the trees that sheltered the edges of the glistening pool that they might 
spread out the blanket they had brought and secure the picnic basket in the shade. Afterward, the two 
soon divested themselves of all but their leggings and waded out into the sun-warmed waters that 
beckoned them. 
 
 
The two Princes found themselves embroiled in a battle for supremacy to see which could create the 
largest wave of water to splash over the other after Raunien was dragged under by the force of the 
water when Elrohir jumped from the cliff in a near fetal position. The sounds of water crashing and 
lively Elven laughter floated through the air, causing the normally stoic guards that lingered secretively 
nearby at the Prince’s behest to smile broadly. That their Captain would deign to show so much 
attention to the young Elf-Knight spoke volumes of the Peredhel’s character. It had been some time 
since Raunien had taken the time away from the affairs of the Realm to spend an afternoon in such 
carefree sport as he had when Legolas had been a small elfling. 
 
 
Later, when both were in need of rest from their exertions, Elrohir and Raunien lounged on the blanket 
and tried to regain their breath. Elrohir opened his eyes after a short while and stared at the sky above. 
There were few clouds, but those visible were snowy white and billowy. He looked thoughtfully at them 
as they slowly passed by, a serene smile upon his lips. 
 
 
“And what shapes do you discern in those, gwador?” Raunien asked in a hushed voice. 
 
 
Elrohir turned to look at the tawny-maned Prince and shrugged slightly. “I was thinking mostly, I 
suppose. I remember when Elladan and I were elflings and often found a spot to watch the clouds go 
by. Erestor always said it was good for young minds to use their creativity in imagining shapes, 
animals, and the like in the clouds, providing that one did not live with his head amongst them.” The 
Elf-Knight smiled sheepishly. “Our tutor ever ensured that our feet were planted firmly on Arda’s soil, 
even when we would strive to be otherwise. I fear that I never realized how right his teachings were 
until...” 
 
 
Raunien waited patiently for several moments hoping to encourage the young one to continue, but 
when it seemed he would not, the Prince intervened. “Until what, gwador?” The Elf-Knight shook his 
head, reluctantly holding onto his silence, unsure whether or not to trust his voice to amply convey his 
thoughts to his friend. “I hope that you know I would not betray a confidence of yours, Elrohir,” Raunien 
continued solemnly. 
 
 
“I do not fear that, meldir, for I know that you only wish to help lighten my spirits and have nothing to 
gain from the telling of my secrets at any rate,” the Elf-Knight intoned after a few moments’ pause. 
“However, the telling of it is indeed the issue that troubles me most, for as long as I do not repeat it, I 
can almost believe it an unpleasant dream rather than the grim reality that it truly is.” 
 
 
“Perchance does this reality include my brother?” Raunien hesitantly inquired watching the myriad of 
emotions wash over Elrohir’s face before he nodded sadly. 
 
 
“Insomuch as it helped bring about an error in judgment on my part concerning Legolas,” he agreed 
miserably. 
 
 
“How so, Elrohir?” The Crown Prince was baffled but determined to understand. 
 
 
The Elf-Knight frowned deeply as he seemed to gather his thoughts. Unwilling to give a full account of 
himself as yet, even to one such as his friend, he measured his words carefully. “I had hoped to secure 
the favor of your...of Legolas when first I laid eyes upon him. He is more than passing fair, and his 
heart is gentle though timid even still. However, as we well know, that was not to be. He chose 
Elladan, which is understandable from his vantage point in that Elladan is certainly the more exuberant 
and jovial of we two, as well as a natural leader with a commanding presence even at our still tender 
ages.” 
 
 
Raunien’s brow creased in concern as the Elf-Knight extolled the virtues of his brother with little 
thought to his own. “Surely, you do not think yourself unaccomplished, gwador?” 
 
 
“Nay, ‘tis not that at all. I have my own purposes most assuredly. I am more learned in lore and healing 
than my twin is, and Glorfindel believes that I shall make a fine strategist one day. Yet, what are these 
things to a timorous youngling when compared to the more readily visible strengths of Elladan?” he 
questioned rhetorically, a knowing half-smile upon his lips. 
 
 
“Aye, my brother has not learned to discern past outwardly appearances as yet,” Raunien admitted 
sadly. “Perhaps as he grows older, he will come to understand and look kindly upon your own goodly 
traits, for they are abundant.” 
 
 
“My thanks, meldir,” Elrohir smiled benignly. “There is great incertitude within my mind regarding the 
chances of that ever occurring, but I appreciate your kind words nevertheless. I have done all that I 
consciously can to win not only his approval but his affections and have failed, but though he rebuffed 
my own attentions, I have aided somewhat in protecting him against the attentions of others perhaps 
less seemly in their intentions, and that must be enough for me now. Though Elladan has proven at 
times uncertain in his affections for others, I do not suppose him capable of distressing Legolas 
intentionally and certainly not of using his position as the young one’s lover for his own personal gain.” 
 
 
Though the last words echoed more acerbically than Raunien would have anticipated, he wisely chose 
not to delve into matters that he was confident the Elf-Knight was unwilling to reveal to him at present. 
Instead, he took a few moments to think on the things that Elrohir had divulged. It became apparent 
that the younger twin had played some part in assuring that Legolas had spent his begetting night with 
the one of his choice, though it was at his own heart’s expense. A most noble gesture it was indeed, 
especially from one so young himself, which only strengthened Raunien’s belief that Legolas’ 
immaturity and timidity had ill-served him in matters of the heart thus far. His thoughts continued to 
revolve around such matters until he noticed the Elf-Knight watching him intently. He smiled sheepishly 
and began to gingerly steer the conversation forward once more. “I will be saddened to leave on patrol 
tomorrow for I shall miss our time together, gwador. I find it easy in your company to forget my 
responsibilities for a time and concentrate on more genial exploits such as our training, chess 
matches, and this most wonderful day. My thanks for keeping me entertained during my stint at home.” 
 
 
Elrohir laughed, shaking his head in amusement as he did so. “Come now, Raunien. We both know 
well ‘tis the other way round, for you have kindly kept me focused on one thing or another that I might 
not dwell in my own trivial miseries. In fact, I know not what I will do with myself once you are gone.” 
The Elf-Knight sighed quietly. 
 
 
“If I may make a suggestion, perhaps you and your twin could find a way to spend time together 
again?” The Prince did not fail to notice the slight tension that entered the young one’s body at his 
remark, but he pressed on at any rate. “Soon, you will leave once more for your home. Surely, you 
would not wish to return with things in their current state? If Legolas and Elladan’s arrangement is as 
tenuous and short-lived as I feel it will be, is it not better to put your differences aside and embrace 
both once again as friends that you leave no harsh words or feelings amongst you to rankle? Things 
can come to no good as they are now.” 
 
 
Elrohir closed his eyes momentarily and chewed at his bottom lip as he fought for control over his 
emotions. When he opened his eyes once more, Raunien could see the misting gathered there that 
the Elf-Knight fought to hold at bay. At length, he found his voice as well. “Aye, you are right, Raunien. 
I would not wish to leave with things as they stand now. I will try though I can make no promises 
beyond that.” 
 
 
“And I shall ask nothing further from you than that and that you take good care while I am gone.“ 
Raunien’s smile was contagious, and Elrohir soon found himself beaming as well. He spontaneously 
reached for the Prince and held him close in silent thanks for his friendship, care, and advice. 
 
 
The scene was repeated once more early the next morning ‘ere Raunien’s patrol left the main gate for 
the appointed patrol. The Elf-Knight was sorry to see his friend go but had understood the call of duty. 
He was happy to have secured a promise of his own from the Crown Prince that he would do his best 
to meet up with him once more before the Imladrian party left the great forest on its way home. 
Raunien had said his goodbyes to family, leaning forward to whisper something in Legolas’ ear that 
caused his young brother to blush but nod his head several times in obvious agreement. He had 
embraced his mother heartily, receiving a kiss to his forehead as she looked upon him with great 
affection. His father’s embrace was short-lived, the sentiment still clear in the way he beheld his heir 
proudly. 
 
 
Glorfindel had been the last to step forward. He and Raunien stood toe to toe as warriors as the Elda 
shared a few words of advice and tribute to his former student. As the Lion of Greenwood reached 
forward with arms outstretched in the traditional way of warriors, the Balrog Slayer reciprocated before 
pulling the Crown Prince into a tight hug and patting him solidly upon his back. As they parted, 
sapphire eyes met cerulean in undisguised fondness, a small smile tilting the outer edges of their lips 
as they stepped apart. The tawny-maned Prince soon swung upon his mare’s back at the head of the 
patrol and with a final wave to all, cantered out of the forest stronghold to face potential dangers 
untold. 
 
 
tbc... 
 
 
Translations: 
 
 
Laer - summer 
pen-neth - young one 
Hîr nín - my lord 
hannon le - thank you 
Ernilen - my Prince 
ellyn - male elves (pl) 
gwador - sworn brother 
Peredhel - half-elven (s) 
Arien - the sun 
tôr - brother 
Adar - father 
ion nín - my son 
gwenyn - twins 
ion - son 
Iavas - early Autumn 
meldir - friend (male)