Title: And So the Leaf Falls. Pt. 6/?  
Author: Deathangelgw  
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com  
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me. Though I wouldn’t mind them! 
~_^  
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime, slash.  
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel, Elladan/Haldir, and Elrohir/Rumil  
Rating: R  
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain Mirkwood prince  
Notes: Like the last part, did ya? Thanks to Orchyd for the beta and Elvish help! I'm 
learning…really I am!! Let the teasing (and other couples) commence! Enjoy! Feedback 
is much loved and appreciated!  
 
‘thoughts’  
 
Humming softly, Glorfindel walked alongside his mate toward the Hall of Fire for their 
morning meal. He grinned as he caught the Councilor casting him yet another curious 
glance and asked, "Aye, pen-vornen?" (my dark one)  
 
Frowning slightly at being caught, Erestor raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Just curious as 
to where your fair mood has come from, melethronen," he replied with a shrug. (my 
lover)  
 
"Ah… it could be that your question shall be answered once we arrive for breakfast, pen-
vaelui," came the saucy reply as they entered the Hall. Glorfindel's grin grew as he 
noticed that his dark one had stopped and was staring at the two that were already seated 
and eating. (Lustful one)  
 
The golden head bent closer to the ebony head as the Lord of Imladris spoke softly with 
the Prince of Mirkwood. But that wasn't what had caught the Councilor's attention. What 
had caught his attention were the interlaced fingers and the loving smiles that were shared 
between the two as they spoke softly over some trifle. Casting a narrowed glance at his 
lover, Erestor raised his eyebrow once more in silent query.  
 
Raising his hands up defensively, the former Gondolin Lord chuckled. "I can not tell 
what is right before your eyes, pen-vornen!" he said with an impish wink. Before Erestor 
could retort, Glorfindel was striding towards the two conversers, both of whom glanced 
up when they heard the soft footsteps. Sighing in outward annoyance, yet smirking 
inwardly with silent approval, Erestor followed the Seneschal.  
 
Tilting his head in greeting, Elrond sat back and kept an eye on his two dearest friends 
and advisors. “Maer aur, mellynen. Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smile. His smile 
spread as he caught Erestor’s glance at his interlaced fingers with the prince’s and he 
brought their hands up farther as if in defiance. (Good morning, my friends.)  
 
"Maer aur, Lord Elrond, Prince Legolas," Erestor demurred; Both Glorfindel and Erestor 
bowed their heads in greeting before seating themselves. "Aye, I slept well, as did 
Glorfindel," he said with a glance at his mate.  
 
Biting his lip on a grin, Glorfindel nodded amiably. "Aye, slept well and was woken up 
nicely I must say," he said cheekily, earning a blush from his mate and a couple of laughs 
for his efforts.  
 
"I know of that, meldir," Legolas said, casting shy smile toward his Peredhel. Elrond just 
cocked an eyebrow in innocent inquiry, causing the Prince to poke him in the side in 
amusement.  
 
"So, must we now expect more cooing repartee from you both?" Erestor questioned in a 
much put upon sigh, rolling his eyes in their direction.  
 
"Only as much as you and Glorfindel show, meldir," Elrond said slyly when he traced his 
Prince's delicate fingers, grinning while Erestor blushed and Glorfindel laughed.  
 
"Ai, he has us there, pen-vornen," the Seneschal said in amusement, patting Erestor on 
the head, weathering his mate's glare. "We shall just have to be better examples."  
 
"In what Age?" Elrond asked innocently, and Legolas laughed softly as the two 
Councilors exchanged chagrined looks. Standing with a sigh, Elrond smiled at the small 
group. "I must tend to my work. I shall expect you soon, Erestor," he warned with a wag 
of his finger; Erestor bowed his head in agreement. Elrond turned to Legolas and leaned 
in, brushing his lips over the upturned ones of his blond lover. "I shall see you later, 
ernilen valthen. Daro enni," he whispered softly, Legolas’ smile warming his heart. (my 
golden prince. Wait for me.)  
 
“Derithon uireb, maethoren 'wathren,” Legolas purred, then smiled as he received another 
kiss before the Peredhel Lord went to begin his day's duties. (I shall wait always, my 
shadow warrior)  
 
“Well, well… it would seem that the bet has come to a conclusion, pen-geleb.” Elladan’s 
voice was filled with amusement as the twins and their Lorien lovers joined the three 
Elves for breakfast. (silvery one)  
 
"Bet, pen-neth?" Erestor asked in interest, everyone's attention drawn to the newcomers. 
(young one)  
 
"Not until we know who started it, tôr-iaur," Elrohir haughtily chided his brother. (older 
brother)  
 
"Aye, aye, I bet it was Ada. He is not always so patient," Elladan said with a wide grin at 
his mate, who just cocked an eyebrow in interest. “Anirach nordhvoe, chithlain, egor 
angwedh fuin hen am maudhech, pen-geleb?" he asked sweetly of Haldir, who just 
smirked. (…father. Do you want soft cord, hithlain, or chain this night for your 
punishment, my silver one?)  
 
"Ai! Save your sweet talk for the bedroom!" Rumil cried out with a laugh as he batted his 
hand at them. "I do not wish to know my oldest brother's bedroom habits!" He grinned 
sweetly as Haldir rolled his eyes and hit him upside the head.  
 
"Actually… it was I who approached your Adar, Elladan," Legolas said with a soft smile.  
 
"Oh?! This can not be! Nay!" Elladan said in dismay, looking over at his lover in 
disappointment; Haldir's grin grew more predatory. "And I was so looking forward to 
having fun tonight," he pouted.  
 
"Who says there will be no fun had?" Haldir purred with a leer as he caressed his love's 
chin and winked playfully.  
 
"By the Valar, you two! Must you be so obvious?" Glorfindel sighed, shielding his eyes 
against their display.  
 
"Indeed… though, it is refreshing," Legolas agreed with a nod. He smiled at Haldir. "I 
must thank you, mellonen, for advising me so well last night," he said warmly, then 
blinked in confusion as Haldir's eyes widened in alarm as he gestured for Legolas to 
hush.  
 
Eyes darkening with anger and suspicion, Elladan slowly turned to his mate, who was 
looking decidedly uncomfortable. "Advising, hmm? You cheated!" the Peredhel Lord 
cried as he pointed at Haldir accusingly.  
 
Lifting his hands up in defense before him, Haldir protested. "Nay, nay! 'Twas before our 
bet!"  
 
"Oh? The bet was made the other afternoon, at practice, meldir. Legolas just said 'last 
night'," Elrohir said, amusement tingeing his voice as he twined his fingers with Rumil's. 
He glanced at his mate as Haldir swallowed hard and started edging from his seat. "You 
did not have anything to do with that, did you pen-galad?" he asked, then snickered as 
Haldir bolted from his chair with a snarling Elladan chasing him out of the hall, accusing 
the Lorien Elf of cheating to receive bed favors. (light one)  
 
Rumil covered his mouth, laughing softly and shaking his head. "Nay, I knew not of his 
plans that night. I was walking with you at the time, môren vain," he said fondly as he 
caressed Elrohir's fingers tenderly before kissing the back of the hand he held captive. 
(my beautiful darkness)  
 
"Good, for then you would be quite lacking tonight in your winnings," Elrohir teased 
with a wide grin before returning to his breakfast.  
 
The grin that came to Rumil's face was impish and the other three Elves watched them in 
bemusement; they shook their heads before finishing their neglected meal.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
Night descended upon the vale with little to no incident, yet there was still tension in the 
air. Haldir could feel it as he stood in the room he shared with Elladan when he stayed in 
Imladris. He watched his beloved as the Peredhel stood near the crackling fire. He let his 
eyes wander once more over the Ithil illuminated form, tracing every line, curve, and 
texture in an appreciation that never faded. From the instant that he’d seen the darkling 
Elf, he’d been captivated and his constant observation of Elladan was not something 
unnoticed. He knew his love’s every emotion just by a single twitch of a muscle.  
 
It was a talent he employed this eve. He watched his dark one's silhouette against the fire, 
staring into the flames as if for guidance. Since that morning, their relationship had been 
strained; Haldir's silence was out of penitence and Elladan's was from insult. The 
situation was taking its toll on them both. And now, the Lorien Elf dejectedly watched 
the ramrod straight form of his lover, seeing the tension that even now kept them apart.  
 
Haldir sighed softly, sadly, knowing he was at fault. It went far beyond his ‘tipping the 
scale’ for the wager. He had a feeling he knew what the problem was, but allowing 
Elladan to speak first was always the best salve for their hearts’ wounds. Silently, he 
straightened from his position and moved over to stand in front of Elladan. He gazed into 
the stormy eyes that watched him, allowing the tension to build for but a moment before 
he made his move.  
 
“Man trasta gûrech, aniren vôr?” the silver-haired March Warden asked, quietly reaching 
for Elladan's hand on the mantle. He frowned when Elladan pulled his hand away and 
looked up. (What troubles your heart, my dark desire?)  
 
“Úna estel immen, i avawarthech ned a mronwer aen?" the Half-Elf asked heatedly, gray 
eyes flashing like the storm clouds. He crossed his arms over his chest and paced away, 
face dark with his foul mood. "It feels like you could not even trust what was going to 
happen! Is submitting to me so hard for you?!" he demanded, whirling on the Silvan Elf. 
(Is there no trust between us that you could not have left things to their nature?)  
 
"Nay! That was not my intent in the least, aduialen! I found him in the garden, watching 
your Adar and I wanted to help! He would have done nothing if I had stayed silent, for I 
know what it is like to hide your feelings in fear!" Haldir cried as he reached for his lover 
again, eyes shining with hurt and love. (my twilight)  
 
Eyes softening with love and understanding, Elladan stepped towards his beloved, 
moving into the welcome embrace. He placed sure hands on Haldir's chest as he spoke. "I 
did not know that was the case. I thought you would squirm out of a fair bet," he said 
sheepishly as he was wrapped in Haldir's strong arms.  
 
A loving smile crossed Haldir's fair features. He bent his head in and brushed his lips 
over Elladan's before whispering, "Why would I do that when I enjoy everything you 
give me? Gûren… cuilen… I love you and only you. I will never want another and I 
thank the Valar for blessing me with the strength to tell you." A gentle smile preceded 
Elladan's passionate response: the melding of their lips together in a heated exchange. 
(My heart…my life)  
 
The kiss broke naturally when air became a necessity. They gazed at each other steadily, 
lips red and moist from the exchange. Haldir grinned slowly as he fingered a soft lock of 
his beloved one's hair. "Anirach nordhvoe, chithlain, egor angwedh fuin hen am 
maudhech, pen-vornen?" He whispered with a tilt of his chin. (Do you want soft cord, 
hithlain, or chain this night for your punishment, my dark one?)  
 
"Am *maudhech*… pen-geleb," Elladan said with a wicked grin, much to Haldir's 
delight, filling him with desire. (For *your punishment*, my silver one.)  
 
They moved toward the bed, and Haldir came to a silent decision that it wasn't that bad to 
give in to the keeper of his heart.  
 
*~~**~~*  
 
A golden head bent close to an ebony head as the two listeners stood outside Haldir and 
Elladan's room. The two grinned at each other as they heard Haldir's cry and nodded. 
"Seems to be that Haldir proved to be flexible, even in his pride," Legolas said, beaming.  
 
Elrond's eyes twinkled mischievously as he drew Legolas to him with a strong arm, 
caressing a light finger down Legolas' face. “A manen celeg nach, pen-valthen?” he 
purred out sweetly. (And just how flexible are you, my golden one?)  
 
Eyes darkening with desire, Legolas pressed close as he murmured, "Celegwain, hîren." 
He shivered when Elrond ran a possessive hand down his back to clasp his buttocks. 
(Very flexible, my lord.)  
 
"Tiratham," Elrond growled out softly before taking Legolas' hand and heading back to 
his rooms with a delighted Legolas. The night was still young after all! (We shall see.)  
 
TBC