Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.




Bloom of a Rose


Chapter One: A star rises out of darkness…


Outside, the skies darkened and the birds fell silent in respect. Deep in the 
heart of the valley of Imladris all lay still. Three but stirred in the great 
hall of the house of Elrond, tempers flaring and reputations on the verge of 
destruction. Elrond stood face to face with the King of Mirkwood, neither 
flinching and each filled with his own shame.

“ I have nothing left to say Thranduil, there is no replacement for Elladan 
is already bound.” Elrond spun, dismissing the king with a flick of his 
hand.

“Then the disgrace is yours and your house shall face the consequences, 
according to Celeborn’s lore!” Thranduil smiled cruelly in the knowledge 
of the other lord’s defeat. The third figure in the room faltered before 
stepping forward, shielding his lord from the tyrant’s onslaught.

“ In light that there is no other alternative, perhaps I shall serf ice, my lord 
Thranduil?” Glorfindel stood forward from his place at Elrond’s side 
glaring at the king’s attack on his lord. “ I may not be a son of Elrond but I 
am an Elven lord of this kingdom. My wife passed on to Mando’s Hall 
many centuries ago so I am unbound.”

“ I do not doubt your status Lord Glorfindel, and your offer shows 
unprecedented loyalty to your Lord.” Glorfindel and Elrond smiled 
slightly at Thranduil's sudden unease. “ I however find that I can offer no 
replacement of my son worthy of your rank and status, so I will have to 
decline your offer.” Again Thranduil shifted with unease at the gazes 
piercing him from the other side of the dining hall. “ Then again,” The 
king paused, a cruel smile forming on his lips. “No, I could not release 
him.” Again a pause. “My other son is still short of his majority by six 
years and is by no means worthy of a lord such as yourself.”

“ I shall look forward to meeting him sir, but why has he not been spoken 
of before? I would have thought you would be proud to show off another 
son?” 

“ He disgraced our family. He has been stripped of rank and is a servant 
within my home. He is not my son.” Elrond and Glorfindel stared at the 
other elf in horror. How could an elf, any elf, say such a thing about his 
own son? Say that he had enslaved his own child? A child that should 
have been treasured and adored as all Elven children were. “But he is fair 
enough to the eyes, he was gifted to his brother as a consort before his 
marriage.” Elrond had visibly paled, returning to the seat that he had 
previously given up.

Glorfindel steeled himself against the anger and rage coursing through his 
veins. To submit one so young to such a fate, it was unspeakable. He 
vowed to save this unknown elf from his father, even if it meant spending 
the rest of eternity alone, bound to a child.

“ It matters not Thranduil, what fate has held in his past. It is his future we 
are discussing.” Glorfindel's voice was cold as he addressed the king of 
Mirkwood. “ All that I ask is that his title is restored to him before the 
betrothal. Surely that is not a big thing?”

“ You are too gracious, Glorfindel. What you ask shall be done.”

“ When may I meet my future mate, King Thranduil? Or do you intend to 
keep him hidden until the ceremony?” Elrond stared in amazement as his 
friend confronted the other elf before him. Thranduil was notorious for his 
stubbornness and resilience. 

“ Of course not. He is one of the elves that accompanied my party here. I 
dared not risk one of my better servants on such perilous roads.” Thranduil 
paused, looking at the red haired elf before him knowingly. “ I can send 
for him now, or if you prefer inform him and arrange a meeting for after 
tonight’s feast…”

“ Now I think Thranduil.” Elrond rose, once again intervening in the 
matter. “ I also wish to see if this youth is worthy of my sons 
replacement.”

Thranduil nodded before turning and walking swiftly from the hall. 
Glorfindel faced Elrond a weary expression spreading over his face.

“ My friend, you need not do this for my honour.” Elrond cast a despairing 
look over his companion, his amber eyes tinted with shame. “ You should 
not have to do this just to repair a damage done by my blood.”

“ Elrond, I am bound to serve you, but you may rest in the knowledge that 
I do this not solely out of duty.” Glorfindel embraced his friend warmly 
and the two sat in silence awaiting the king’s return. Elrond’s thoughts 
drifted to his sons, their scheming had resulted in their friends sacrifice. 
Their blinkered view of their future had almost brought their realm to ruin. 
He closed his eyes in defeat allowing he to draw some small comfort from 
the presence of the other elf. 

Nearly ten minutes passed before the pair were alerted to the returning 
lord. The king brushed into the hall, a small figure stumbling in behind 
him. The young elf stayed behind the king, shielding himself from the 
view of the other elves in the room.

“ Lord Glorfindel, may I present to you, Legolas of Mirkwood.” The king 
stood aside leaving the trembling youngster open to the appraisal of the 
two Elven lords. Glorfindel’s breath caught at the sight of the young elf 
before him. The child was beautiful. No, beautiful was too petty a word 
for one such as he.  He openly stared at the figure his thoughts racing in a 
thousand different directions. Only in his deepest dreams had he known 
such beauty and perfection. Elrond too had frozen, stunned by the creature 
standing in his hall before them. 

“ Legolas, this is Lord Glorfindel, the one I spoke of. I trust that I need not 
warn you to serve him as well as you have served us?” Thranduil 
glowered threateningly at his son who kept his eyes lowered, not seeing 
the look of rage flashing beneath the deceptively calm demeanour of his 
king.

“No, sir.”  Legolas glanced up at Glorfindel before once again lowering 
his gaze respectfully. “ I shall do my best to please you, my lord.” The 
older elf simply nodded, stunned into silence by the flash of sapphire he 
had just seen. Sapphire glazed with fear and tinted by pain. His own eyes 
wondered over the slight frame appreciatively, admiring every detail. 
Strands of hair spun from gold fell over slender shoulders clothed in a 
loose, faded shirt that hung off his slim frame. The delicate features of his 
face were partly obscured but even smeared with dirt, and pale from 
exhaustion, it was obvious that his beauty rivalled that of even Arwen.

“ I told you he was good for the eyes,” Thranduil smiled cruelly noticing 
the lust creeping into Glorfindel’s gaze. “ Ask his older brother if you do 
not believe he will warm your bed well.” Anger flashed in the eyes of the 
Rivendell elves at Thranduil’s cruel laughter. Glorfindel could do nothing 
as he watched a deep red spread over the young elves cheeks, and as his 
eyes clenched shut. The youth pretended to brush off the snide jibe and 
reached down to pick at some loose strands dangling from his worn and 
faded tunic.

“ You said that he does not reach his majority for another six years, 
correct?” Glorfindel tore his gaze away from the tortured Legolas and 
returned his attention to his so called father. Thranduil nodded, uncertain 
of where this was going. “ Then I make the request to you my Lord, that 
Legolas remains in Imladris for that time. We shall travel to Lothlorien 
where you may meet us for the ceremony upon the feast of Elbereth.”

“ And why would you wish such an arrangement my Lord Glorfindel. 
Surely you would not bear Elrond with such a nuisance and burden.” 
Thranduil smiled innocently, believing he already knew the answer.

“ You say he has been living as a servant? He will need to learn how to act 
and the duties he will have to perform as my mate. He will also need to 
learn the customs of Imladris and the surrounding lands if he is to reside 
here.” Glorfindel paused, throwing Thranduil a sweet smile of his own. “ I 
trust that you do not wish him to pose as a possible disgrace to your 
kingdom?”
Silence filled the chamber as Thranduil considered his position, his gaze 
switching between the other occupants in the room before returning to fix 
his eyes on Elrond.

“ Then my lord, I give him to your care before the ceremony. He will obey 
you in every respect if he values his life. I cut all ties with him except 
those which we have addressed.” Thranduil turned to address his 
youngest. “ You are lucky Legolas.”

Legolas nodded humbly.

“ My lords. I shall see you in six years.”

“ In six years, Thranduil.” Thranduil merely grinned at the hatred radiating 
from the two older elves, satisfied in his accomplishment before turning 
and leaving his son in the capable hands of the lord of Imladris.

“ He is not worthy of his title.” Glorfindel bit out under his breath.

“ Silence Glorfindel.” Elrond chastised his friend before turning his 
attention to more pressing matters. “ Glorfindel, fetch Elladan and Elrohir. 
It’s about time they learn the consequences of their actions.”

Elrond waited until his companion had left the room before returning his 
attention to the almost forgotten figure shivering in the corner of the room.

“ Come little one. Let’s see if we can find you something to eat.” And 
taking Legolas by the hand, he led the reluctant princeling from the hall.



Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.




Chapter  Two: Confrontations

The kitchens were bustling with life as Elrond ushered his new charge 
through the jostling people busy preparing the upcoming feast. The boy 
had not said a word since Elrond had started to lead him through the halls 
of Imladris. 

“ Halrowen, some food if you would be so kind!” Elrond called out to an 
elf standing beside a group of younger elves. She looked up, catching the 
Lords gaze and smiled, nodding as she gestured for him to sit at a table.

“ Come child.” He directed Legolas through the kitchen to a large table. 
“Sit with me and then we shall satisfy our appetites.” Elrond frowned as 
the timid elf merely nodded weakly, not even lifting his eyes from the 
floor to look at the elf addressing him. “ You need not lower your eyes to 
me Legolas. You are an equal in my house and as such should not be 
afraid to address me.” Elrond waited for his young charge to respond, but 
was disappointed when he only received another nod. He sighed inwardly 
at the silent knowledge that trust would not be given easily by this one.

He smiled as two plates of food were placed in front of them, and began to 
eat. After a few seconds he paused realising that the young elf was still sat 
there, eyes lowered, his food remaining untouched. “ You shall offend the 
cooks should you leave your food Legolas.” 

“ I mean no offence lord.” The timid voice was barely a whisper, Elrond 
having to strain to catch the words. “ But I am not permitted to indulge my 
own needs until I am alone.”

“ And who told you such a thing?”

“ My master Thranduil, sir” Legolas still did not look up, his constant 
avoidance worrying the lord of Imladris. It was not natural for such 
unconditional submission from such a young elf. Especially one from 
royalty. 

“ Thranduil is no longer your master child.” Elrond paused again, 
speaking softly so not to be overheard. “ You are need not fear him 
anymore.”

Legolas looked up hesitantly, uncertainty in his eyes.

“ I don’t understand.”

“ I think you do.” Elrond saw the shiver run through the other man, his 
eyes become saddened as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“ My new master, Glorfindel, he will expect me to be bound to him on the 
day of my majority..” The elf-child’s voice was shaky and uncertain. “ I 
mean, I will be his yes?”

“ He shall treat you well Legolas. He will make you happy.” Brown met 
deep blue as eyes met over the table, speaking of promises not said aloud. 
“ He wants to protect you little one, I believe he will grow to love you in 
time. Maybe you will even return his feelings eventually.”

“ No one loves me. No one cares for me. I’m nothing.” Elrond sat, frozen 
by the sincerity of the words passing over the child’s lips. He said them 
automatically, as if he had heard them from birth.

The two elves had not heard the entrance of the other Lords of the valley. 
Elrond continued to stare in disbelief at the words torn from the young 
elf’s soul. Silence fell upon the kitchens and all eyes turned to witness the 
strange events between their Elder and the stranger. Glorfindel walked up 
behind them reaching out to his betrothed. The newfound prince startled 
from the contact, pulling away and darting into a darker corner of the 
kitchens.

Glorfindel rushed over to the stricken elf reaching out to help him. All of 
the kitchen staff watched as he the young elf recoiled from the contact, 
bracing himself against a blow that was never to come. Uneasy murmurs 
sounded as Glorfindel stayed his hand. Whispers of the tragedy of it, what 
could have happened to him, and the shame on the elves responsible broke 
any silence remaining as the Elven lord knelt beside his betrothed. 
“Legolas, it is Glorfindel. You can trust me. No harm shall come to you in 
my care, I promise you.” Sapphire eyes flashed as they gazed up at 
Glorfindel with fear and longing.

Legolas hesitated as he moved into the others outstretched arm. He 
swallowed down the urge to tremble as the same arm wrapped itself 
around his waist, clutching him tightly against the warm chest. The prince 
stiffened at the contact, hiding his face within the velvet robes. 

“ Shh, little one. Let’s just sit and eat our food, hmm?” Glorfindel smiled 
slightly as he felt the small nod of affirmation from his betrothed. He 
moved back to the bench shifting the wood elf to a comfortable position 
on his lap. “Now these,” He paused, picking a small pastry from the 
selection on the table. “ These are Halrowen’s speciality. No one else in 
Imladris can cook as fine a delicacies as these.” 

Everyone watched as the little prince lifted his eyes to gaze to the food in 
Glorfindel’s hand. He looked over to lord Elrond, the unspoken need for 
permission flickering uncertainly in his eyes. Elrond simply nodded. Small 
delicate fingers reached out wrapping themselves around the small morsel. 

“ Legolas…” Elrond spoke softly, drawing Legolas’ gaze back to him. “ I 
have sent a message to the tailors. With your permission I would like to 
organise some clothes for you.” Legolas’ eyes widened at the lord, no one 
had ever shown him such generosity. “ I know you are afraid, but it is a 
necessity for your new station. Do you understand?” 

The young elf pulled away from the lord at his side, placing the food on 
the table and nodding silently. He sat still again, his eyes returning to their 
glazed fixation of the floor. Glorfindel sighed letting his hand move to rest 
on Legolas’ lower back.

“ Elladan, Elrohir. Step forward, for I wish for you to meet the newest 
citizen of Imladris.” Elrond beckoned for his two sons to move out, away 
from the shadows from where they had been watching the tragic scene 
unfold.. Again the kitchens paused as the two young lords stepped 
forward, their gowns softly rustling as they moved into view.
“ Father I…”

“ Silence Elrohir! I have had enough of your deceit! You have disgraced 
me, and you have disgraced this land.” Elrond stood facing his sons. “ Did 
you even consider the consequences that your actions would have? 
Consider how you would affect your friends and family?”

Elrond’s anger blazed filling the room with an electric charge. Elrohir 
stood there, stunned into silence by his fathers outburst. He shifted his 
gaze to the meek figure sitting in Glorfindel’s lap, wincing at the 
overwhelming guilt creeping into his heart.

“ Father, it was not only myself! Thranduil’s daughter…” 

“ We are not speaking of Linuel, Elrohir. That is Thranduil’s problem. 
What we are discussing is your blatant disregard for your family!” Elrond 
turned moving back to stand beside Glorfindel and Legolas. “ Your 
foolishness has now affected another. One who should not have to be 
punished for your mistakes.” His voice became softer as he reached out, 
lightly running his hand over Legolas’ golden hair. “ Leave us. I confine 
you to your room until the feast tonight.”

“ Feast father?” Elladan interrupted.

“ Yes Elladan. We are to welcome the new Lord of Imladris in a manner 
that is fitting, and I can think of no better way.” He turned back to his 
sons. “ You are both dismissed. I have matters to attend to with Legolas.” 

The children of Elrond turned and left the kitchens and the soft murmurs 
from the staff began anew. The Elven Lord looked down to see Legolas 
nibbling at the small pastry that Glorfindel had given him. It was a step in 
the right direction he supposed. 

“ When you are finished little one, I would like to show you around and 
then to my tailors. We can’t have you running around in those old clothes 
now, can we?”  Legolas looked up tentatively, his eyes giving Elrond his 
consent.

“ I’m afraid this is where I leave you. I shall deal with the preparations for 
tonight my Lord  so don’t worry about anything except your new charge.” 
Glorfindel motioned for his betrothed to rise, and he stood behind him as 
Elrond coaxed him forward.

“ Thank you Halrowen. I leave Glorfindel to give you my wishes for 
tonight.” The head cook bowed slightly smiling at the trio before her.

“ Don’t you worry Lord. Pleased to meet you Master Legolas.” Her effort 
was rewarded by a tentative smile, before the little prince was swept away. 
“ It’s not right Glorfindel. He’s so young.”

“ Hush Halrowen. He is safe now, and you should know as well as I,” He 
paused giving the cook a pointed look, “ Elrond shall see that he is 
happy.” Halrowen  nodded, satisfied with his response. As she turned to 
begin her preparations he added to silently, “ And so shall I…”






Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.



 

Chapter Three: Whispers in the Night

“ He is so fragile.” Two pairs of eyes watched the figure padding around 
the room, his footsteps sounding softly  as he moved. His eyes shifted 
curiously, taking in every detail of the elven decorations. “ I don’t know if 
I can do this Elrond.” Glorfindel’s voice almost cracked as he continued to 
look at the beauty before them.

“ He needs time. He will not turn to us overnight.” Elrond pulled lightly at 
Glorfindel’s arm, distracting him. “ Leave him. I shall get him ready for 
the feast.” 

“ But…”

“ No Glorfindel. He needs support, reassurance. Not to feel as if he is 
being pushed into anything.” Elrond struggled to dissuade his friend from 
crowding the frightened youngster cowering in the room. “ Give him what 
he needs my friend. Please…” Elrond fell silent watching the warring 
emotions flicker over Glorfindel’s face. Eventually he nodded, turning 
swiftly to walk away.

Elrond sighed as he softly knocked on the door to Legolas’ room, shaking 
the young elf from his reverie. Frightened eyes stared at him as he entered 
the room, following his every movement.

“ May I speak with you Princeling?” He tried to keep his voice soft and 
non threatening as he approached the frightened child. The figure in front 
of him simply nodded, backing up slowly into a corner, his loose robes 
sweeping the floor as he moved. “ Please sit Legolas, there is no reason to 
fear me.” 

Again the prince did not speak as he did as he was told.

‘ Maybe I should have thought this through more thoroughly’ Elrond 
thought as he took his place opposite Legolas on the large, freshly made 
bed. He looked down to the cream sheets which lay unruffled beneath his 
fingers. ‘If only lives were as easy to straighten out.’

When he looked up he found that the youth had adopted the same stance 
he had in the kitchens, and also later, when they had visited the tailors. 
The brilliant blue eyes remained transfixed on a spot on the floor as if 
searching for something that would never appear. Sorrow filled those eyes, 
a deep despair that refused to be shed. Even beneath the robes, Elrond 
could see his shoulders slump in defeat.

“ If I could change this I would.” The Elven Lord did not know why those 
words slipped pass his lips. They could not change anything. “ Anything 
you want, you shall have Legolas. You need only to ask.”

“ Tell me my Lord. Can you change the past? Can you fight a darkness 
that no one but you can see?” Elrond started at the faint, broken whisper 
that cut through the expected silence. Uncertain eyes met those brimming 
with tears. And for once, Elrond could not answer him. “ No? Then tell me 
how it is my Lord, that I have come to be here… In this place where the 
trees do not speak to me.” 

“ They shall speak Legolas, just give it time. They feel your sorrow and 
know not how to reach you.” Elrond paused seeing that his words offered 
the smaller elf a feint margin of comfort. “ As to how you are here, one 
could say it is a small gift from The Lady herself to deliver you from 
harm.”

“ I do not understand.” Still nothing more than a whisper, Legolas’ voice 
continued to falter, stumbling over the few words he chose to speak.

“ Tell me Legolas, did you know of Celeborn’s decree?” Elrond paused, 
the small shake of the head telling him all he needed to know. “ It was said 
that our two realms had to be united. That a child of my own was to be 
bound to one of your fathers.” He glanced over to ensure the other was 
listening. “ Your father and I decided it was best if my son Elrohir were 
bound to your sister, Linuel.”

“ Thranduil.”

“I’m sorry?”

“ He is not my father. It is forbidden to acknowledge him as such. He is 
Thranduil.” Legolas spoke with the same autonomy he had earlier in the 
day. Elrond felt his own heart clenched in pain at the young ones grief. 

“ Thranduil, he sent a messenger to me three weeks ago.” He paused again 
allowing Legolas to compose himself. A faint breeze brushed passed them 
causing the candles to flicker gently. The patterns of shifting light moved 
over the prince’s face reflecting a solitary tear tracing a path down his 
cheek. “ He informed me that your sister had run away. And that she had 
bound herself to one from Lothlorien.”

“ I remember. He was furious, he took it out on everyone, especially the 
border guards who let her past.” 

“ It was at the same time that I had discovered my son had also committed 
such an infidelity, with the help of his brother.” Elrond lowered his head 
in remembered shame. “ It was with regret we had to reach a 
compromise.”

“ And I’m it?” Hope fled from Legolas’ voice as he whispered into the 
growing darkness, the dimming light mirroring the feelings in his heart.

“ It was not meant to be so. If a Kingdom withdrew from the agreement, 
their name and honour would be disgraced. I had no replacement for 
Elrohir, Thranduil had no replacement for Linuel.” Legolas nodded in 
sudden understanding.

“ He always said I would be useful someday. But I had heard you have a 
daughter my Lord. What of her?” 

“ Arwen, Undomiel. She too is promised to another. She has given her 
heart to one of the race of men. King Elessar of Gondor.” 

“ I have heard tale of this Elessar. His courage and bravery is legendary 
even in the deep realms of Mirkwood. You must be proud of her my 
Lord.” Legolas’ voice picked up a hint of wistfulness exposing his 
emotions to Elrond once again.

“ I am. But all of this aside, you are here now Legolas. I wish to know of 
you,” Elrond paused, considering how to continue. “ I wish to know what 
you have endured Legolas, I need to know so we shall know how to help 
you.”

Fear. It was the only way to describe the flash of emotion that clouded the 
prince’s eyes. He stood suddenly pacing over to the small window where 
the evening breeze caught at the soft golden strands of his hair. 

“ It was not so much him.” More broken whispers in the twilight air. “ It 
was Ferinduil. My brother. Thranduil was cruel, he hurt my mind, but he 
never struck me. That was all my brother. It was always him.” His voice 
choked with sobs and he stuttered, unable to continue.

“ Why?” Elrond did not want to push the child, but it had to be resolved.

“ My mother. My brother.” He turned away completely slumping against 
the wall and curling up in the corner. Tears flowed freely down his face 
but he did not give himself over to the sobs threatening to consume him.

“ I’m sorry. I won’t press anymore.” Elrond stood to stand close to the 
youth, but he dared not touch him for fear of scaring him. “ I would ask 
that you join us for the feast. You need to eat and I would like you to meet 
some people who you will see around the palace. However, I would 
understand if you wished to stay here.”

“ No. I do not wish to be alone. I shall come.” Legolas still do not look at 
him, but Elrond took his acceptance of dinner as an improvement. He had 
been growing frustrated at the princes sullen silence, and it had been a 
relief to here him speak, even if it had brought them both unwanted 
memories.

“ Then come.” Elrond smiled down at the youngster, offering him an 
outstretched hand. “ Let’s see what the tailors have prepared for you.” And 
finally, as night fully embraced the valley of Imladris, Legolas reached out 
and took his hand…



Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.



Chapter 4:

Glorfindel let his eyes roam over the elves gathering in the great hall and 
at the abject splendour glistening around him. Perfect. A small smile of 
satisfaction spread over his lips as he surveyed the scene. 

“ Everything is ready My Lord.” Halrowen came to stand beside him as 
she also looked out over the bustle. “ All is prepared and the guests are 
beginning to arrive.” She paused, “ Do you… Would you prefer if I 
informed Lord Elrond?”

“ I would be grateful, yes. It would not be fit for our guests to greet 
themselves.” Glorfindel turned and slowly made his way through the 
servants still milling around and fussing over the decorations. He sighed 
softly to himself, his step faltering as the young prince re-entered his 
mind. He still found it difficult to believe he was betrothed to the young 
beauty.

Glorfindel almost silently paced down a corridor leading out to the main 
courtyard where the other Elven lords awaited his arrival. He brushed 
down his robes, straightening them out before he stepped out into the 
fading sunlight. Shadows had begun to dance in the approaching twilight 
as a scarlet hue tinged the sky. The Elven lord breathed deeply, revelling 
in the sweet smell of the evening mist settling in the valley.

“ My lord Glorfindel. It is an honour that you would invite us on this 
joyous occasion. I can only hope that we can offer you support and 
understanding through this time.” A fair elf stood forward from the group 
gathered at the bottom of the steps, his clothes formal and unmarred by 
travel.

“ Well met, Haldir of Lothlorien. I welcome you and your companions to 
Imladris on behalf of Lord Elrond.” Both elves stood bowing slightly to 
the other. “ I am overjoyed that you could be here my friend. I was not 
sure if my messenger would reach you before you would continue with 
your journey. I am most eager for you to meet the latest citizen of 
Imladris.” Glorfindel moved forward embracing his friend warmly. “ 
Come, I shall show you where you and your party may rest and change 
before the feast.”

“ And you, my old friend, may tell me the tale of this newfound prince of 
Mirkwood, and why I had to make my patrol walk all the back! After all, 
we only left last night!”

                   . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . *

“ Shhh… little prince. This won’t hurt but it will look a mess unless you 
remain still!” Elrond instantly bit back a groan as the figure sitting before 
him froze instantly. “ Not that still Legolas.” Elrond shifted on the low 
bench picking up the soft brush and continuing with his task. The bristles 
picked their way through the silken strands of the now gleaming blond 
locks. “ Now then, the braids.” Fingers worked quickly, well adjusted to 
their task, the skittish figure relaxing slightly beneath his touch. “ My 
mother used to do this for me when I was young. It was many years before 
I was good enough to attempt it myself.” The back of the golden head 
tilted slightly, showing the Elven lord his charge was listening. “ She 
always used to laugh at the knots I put in my hair.”

“ I can’t imagine you with messy hair my Lord.” 

“ Why my little Fosterling, was that a smile I saw on those lips of yours?” 
Elrond chuckled even though he got no response from the young elf 
kneeling on the floor.  “ I suppose not. There, all finished.” Elrond turned 
the prince around examining his work from the front. “ Why don’t you 
look in the mirror?” 

The older elf watched at the princes hesitation as he approached the mirror 
above the glowing fireplace. Elrond eyes filled with sadness as he watched 
more silent tears trace their way down Legolas’ cheeks. The elf looked 
away from his reflection and the familiar air of defeat filled his being.

“ Please sir. I would ask you to remove them.” 

“ And why pray tell would I do that?” Elrond rose crossing the room until 
he stood beside Legolas.

“ I am not worthy of such decoration.”

“ Enough Legolas! Whether you can realise it or not, this is no longer your 
life. You are a prince now, if anything it would be seen as unworthy if you 
did not have such decoration.” Elrond instantly cursed himself for his slip 
in patience as Legolas flinched away from his touch. “ Come little one, we 
are expected in the Great Hall. It would be rude to keep them waiting, 
would you not agree?”

Legolas paused, looking up with wide, uncertain eyes. He nodded stepping 
forward, allowing Elrond to lead him from the room.

“ Just relax tonight. Ignore any chatter amongst other elves, it will be hard 
but please try.” Elrond’s voice filled with concern, as fear crept into his 
heart. If Legolas could not eat in front of the kitchen staff, how would he 
handle a full feast?

“ I know how to handle myself my Lord. Unless it had escaped your 
notice, I am used to discretion.” Legolas’ gaze did not falter from the 
hallway stretching ahead of them, and again Elrond cursed himself for his 
mental stupidity. As they approached the hallway’s end, his own step 
faltered. 

“ I will be there for you Legolas. Please do not suffer in silence.” Elrond 
sighed as Legolas nodded, still refusing to meet his gaze. “ Then come 
princeling, let’s not keep your  guests waiting…”

*. * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . * . *

“ My Lords and Lady’s, Lord Elrond, Lord of Imladris, and Prince 
Legolas of Mirkwood.” The stewards voice cut across all the chatter 
emanating around the hall and all turned to the main staircase. Glorfindel 
stepped forward to the foot of the steps awaiting the arrival. The doors 
opened and Elrond stepped out, he paused reaching out his hand. Instantly, 
murmurs and whispers filled the room, and Glorfindel froze, stunned into 
silence at the radiance before him.

Never before had he seen such a vision of beauty. If Legolas had been 
beautiful when he arrived, in servant’s clothes, hair tangled and face 
covered in dirt, then he was radiant, no, indescribable now. Elrond had 
dressed him in white robes lined with red velvet and his pale skin seemed 
ephemeral in the candlelight of the feast. His hair seemed to have captured 
the very sunlight of the day, shining out into the night. 

The pair walked down from the doorway to greet the gathering awaiting 
their presence. Legolas kept his head lowered avoiding the staring eyes, all 
focused on him. Panic diffused throughout his body his breathing 
becoming shallow and unsteady. The little elf moved closer to Elrond, his 
grip on the others hand tightening with every step they moved forward. To 
his relief the hand squeezed back reassuringly and sapphire eyes dared to 
look upwards. They met Elrond’s eyes in a gaze of mutual understanding 
and unspoken words.

Legolas shuddered as he took his first glance of the gathering of elves. His 
eyes were instantly drawn to the twins already seated at the head of the 
table. He knew no one else in the hall as he scanned over their appearance. 
All were dressed so formally and it reminded him of the early days when 
he had snuck up to peak at the dancing in Thranduil’s palace. It had 
always been a dreamworld. A place he would visit to escape the cruel 
touch of his brother. But even the grand feasts had never held such silent 
dignity and magnificence. 

Then his gaze drifted the bottom of the stairwell.

His breath caught in his throat and his heart pounded wildly as he caught 
sight of Glorfindel in his dress robes. The deep green was lined with gold  
and his whole being radiated respect and dignity. Legolas had never met 
anyone like him before.

Glorfindel was staring at the young elf approaching him, still in awe at the 
transformation. His betrothed was truly beautiful. As the pair of elves 
reached him, he bowed slightly.

“ My lord Elrond. My prince. Allow me to escort you to your seats.”

“ Well met Glorfindel. I do believe it is time to dine.” Together the three 
elves made their way through the kaleidoscope of colours created by the 
robes around them towards the main table. 

“ You look truly radiant Legolas. Those robes suit you.” Glorfindel 
reached out taking Legolas’ hand in his own when it was offered by 
Elrond. ‘By Elbereth, his skin is soft..!’ Glorfindel found it increasingly 
difficult to focus on anything other than the being at his side as the other 
elves melted away from them, taking their seats around the table. Legolas 
looked away, unable to meet Glorfindel’s intense gaze, his own heart 
pounding wildly within his chest. Fear and confusion added to his growing 
hysteria and he became desperate for the strength of Elrond’s presence at 
his side.  

“ Thank you my Lord. But it is Lord Elrond who deserves the praise.” 
Legolas’ voice faltered as he stumbled over the words. “ It is he who 
chose the colours and the style.” 

“ A fine choice indeed. I shall have to warn the tailors that they may loose 
their jobs!” Glorfindel chuckled softly but his merriment faded  quickly as 
he noted the unchanging expression on the young prince’s features. “ 
Forgive me Legolas, I could not resist the jibe.”

“ You have no need to apologise my Lord,” Legolas interjected hurriedly. 
“ It is just that I am grateful for the new clothes, it does not matter what 
they look like.”

“ On the contrary Legolas, it now matters a great deal. Look around the 
table and I think you will understand.”

Legolas sat in the chair the Glorfindel had led him to and did as the older 
elf had instructed. He was grateful to see only Elrohir was seated between 
himself and the Lord of the valley. The young elf forced himself to breathe 
deeply as the other elves in the hall seated themselves and prepared to eat. 
Servants bustled around them hurriedly ensuring their comfort and 
Legolas felt a twinge of guilt pull inside of him. His mind flashed to the 
kitchens of Mirkwood, how the stifling heat could choke and consume, the 
burning sting of smoke in his eyes…

“ Are you well your highness?” A soft hesitant voice shook him from the 
web of memories. He looked up to find the raven haired elf at his side 
staring at him.

“ Yes Lord Elrohir. I am well.” Elrohir sighed, it was like speaking to an 
automaton. Ask a question, get a pre-programmed response. A twinge of 
guilt nagged at the back of his mind and he struggled to brush it aside as 
he continued to watch the young elf beside him. His attention was drawn 
away as an expectant silence descended over the hall. The dark elf looked 
up to see his father standing at his other side waiting to address their 
guests. He lowered his eyes to the table, shame over coming him again. He 
could never hope to be half the elf his father was.. if only he had done 
things diff…

“ Welcome to you all. On behalf of Imladris I greet our guests from 
Lothlorien and am glad that you could prolong your stay.” The elven lord 
paused reaching out to his goblet of wine. “ I give this feast to welcome 
the newest citizen of the valley, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. I hope that 
he finds many peaceful and happy days here.” With that he brought the 
goblet to his lips.

There was a chorus of agreements from the other elves before they also 
drank the toast. 

“ All that is left to be said my friends, is to enjoy yourselves.” As Elrond 
retook his seat, the food was brought in.

Elrohir returned his focus to the startled creature next to him, desperately 
trying to avoid the deadly look that Glorfindel was giving him. It seemed 
as though he was being warned to stay well clear.

“ Those robes suit you your highness.” He inwardly cursed himself as the 
words slipped passed his lips. ‘ What a stupid thing to say!’ he thought as 
Legolas looked at him, his eyes uncertain of the compliment.

“ Thank you. Your father chose them.” The reply held nothing. No 
warmth, no coldness, in fact, no sign of emotion what so ever. Elrohir 
noticed Glorfindel’s small smile of satisfaction at the prince’s lack of 
response to him. The food arrived preventing him from pressing the youth 
further.

Glorfindel watched the younger twin trying to force Legolas into 
conversation and wanted nothing more than to sit between the two of 
them. Legolas was in no state to deal with such pressure! He couldn’t help 
but be pleased when Legolas treated the upstart with such indifference.

“ Legolas, you must try these. Halrowen thought that you would like 
them.” He placed a pair of tiny delicacies on Legolas’ plate and watched 
intently as the princeling gingerly picked one up and began to nibble.

“ They are wonderful. I shall have to thank her.” A twinkle of pleasure 
seeped into Legolas’ eyes until he realised Glorfindel was staring.  “ Lord 
Elrond…”

“ Yes Legolas, is anything wrong?”

“ Umm, no. I was just wondering, I mean.. if I’m not stepping out of 
place.. Are there horses here?” Legolas stumbled over the words, aiming 
to escape Glorfindel’s scrutiny but instead drawing attention from all over 
the room. His voice faded out until it was barely more than a whisper, all 
of his momentary confidence gone. 

“ Of course young princeling. We have some of the finest horses in 
Middle Earth. Why?” Elrond smiled kindly at him, trying to reassure him 
and draw his attention away from the gawping elves.

“ Tomorrow… may I see them? I mean, if it’s no trouble I..” 

“ It is no trouble Legolas, of course you may see them. I shall take you 
myself after breakfast.” 

“ Thank you.” Legolas returned his attention to the morsels of food in 
front of him, trying to calm the mad pounding of his heart inside his chest. 
He could feel the eyes of both elves next to him burning into him, but he 
lost interest. He could feel the panic subside as he withdrew into himself, 
into the safety of his own mind. He wanted to see the horses. Wanted to 
run through the woods and the fields with them. Wanted to sit and talk 
with them and the trees as he had so many times in Mirkwood. A faint 
smile curved his lips at the memories as he continued to pick aimlessly at 
the food.

He stopped eating when Elrond had finished, unable to eat in front of so 
many curious eyes. He could tell that the Lords look was one of 
disapproval without having to see it. It was some time before the food was 
removed from in front of him and the other elves began to rise and mingle 
amongst each other. The hall became loud with incessant chatter and 
jovial banter. Friends met friends and old companions were reunited. 
Legolas looked out at the scene with a longing, yet also with the 
knowledge he had no place here.

Elrond rose and stood behind him, holding out his hand in unspoken 
invitation. Slowly he rose, stumbling slightly as his foot caught in the 
unfamiliar robes.

“ Come, little prince. A few introductions and then we shall retire I think.” 

Two elves watched as Elrond led the frightened child away. Glorfindel felt 
disappointment that he could not bring such a response from the little one. 
He continued to follow the pair with his eyes as musicians began to play 
and elves around them began to sing. He could not help but wonder how 
Legolas’ voice would sound in song. To sing in joy and contentment as it 
was meant to. He shut his eyes becoming lost in the fantasy, it would be 
perfect. Yes, he thought to himself, Legolas shall sing in Imladris… And I 
shall be there to hear it.

He smiled to himself and went in search of Haldir, knowing that the prince 
was safe, here in the valley.   





Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.




Chapter Five;


“ Sweet, precious little thing really, isn’t he Elrohir?” Elrohir didn’t need 
to look around to know the voice belonged to his twin. “ And to think… 
he could have been yours…” 

“ Shut up Elladan.” Elladan chuckled as he took his place alongside his 
brother on the balcony. “ Now is not the time.”

“ But brother, now is the perfect time. I saw you looking at him. You want 
him.” Elladan stood with his back to the outside world amused at his twins 
reluctance to meet his gaze. “ You could have him you know..”

“ I do not believe you! I am bound to another! And unless it has escaped 
your notice it does not seem as though the prince is going to be anybody’s 
in the near future!” He paused for breath. “ For Elbereth’s sake Elladan! 
Are you blind to what has happened to him?” 

“He’s used to giving of himself, El.” Elladan smiled cruelly twisting his 
wedding band on his finger. “ Are you telling me your little mouse 
satisfies your needs? You know as well as I do that you can’t stand 
women!”

Elrohir looked away in shame, knowing the truth of his brothers mocking 
words.

“ Have you even consummated your binding brother?” Elladan laughed 
out right at Elrohirs continued avoidance of the matter. “ You haven’t! Oh, 
that poor maiden! Elrohir you should at least have had the decency…”

“ She has another lover!” Elrohir whipped around, cutting Elladan off mid 
flow. “ Now shut up Elladan, for it is none of your concern!”

“ By the Valar, you really want the boy don’t you? Elrohir how could you 
be so stupid? Glorfindel…”

“ I don’t give a damn about Glorfindel! He should be mine!” Elrohir 
shouted at his brother, startling the birds from their resting places in the 
nearby trees.

Elladan watched as his brother caught his breath, an angry red hue 
spreading over his cheeks. “ Stay away from him Elrohir. No good can 
come of this.” His voice was barely more than a whisper as he walked 
away, leaving Elrohir on the balcony staring out into the night.


************************


“ They are beautiful my Lord!” Elrond smiled at the first sign of genuine 
pleasure Legolas had shown. “ I have never seen such fine creatures.” 
Legolas skipped excitedly along the stable doors like an excited child, 
greeting every animal and being welcomed in return.

“ They like you young master. They say my charges always know when 
someone can speak to them.” The stable master moved to stand beside the 
prince who was stroking one of the mares. 

“ Tethiel said it was my gift. That no one could calm them like I did.” 

“ Tethiel? The head stable master of  Mirkwood?”

“ Yes. He..”

“ It’s alright Legolas. It’s fine to tell us, if you want to.” Legolas looked at 
Elrond, seeing the same reassurance in his eyes as he heard in his voice.

“ He was kind to me. He taught me the ways of the horses after my 
mother… They were my only friends.” A sad smile of remembrance 
twisted the prince’s lips as he turned his attention back to the dark horse. 
The mare moved forward nuzzling his hand as if she could feel his pain. “ 
May I.. may I ride her? It has been so long and I..”

“ Of course! You shall have to ask her though, and do you wish Lord 
Elrond to accompany you?” Legolas switched his gaze between the stable 
master and Elrond in uncertainty. 

“ If the Lord wishes it, I would be glad of his company.” He turned to 
Elrond, offering a shy smile as he continued to stroke the horse.

“ Then I shall prepare your mounts,  why don’t you wait outside? It is a 
beautiful day after all..”

******************


Two weeks later..

“ Legolas! Give that back!” Halrowen laughed breathlessly as she darted 
after the figure flicking between the tables in the kitchens. “ Legolas,  
watch out for the…” CRASH!*!  

The kitchens ground to a stand still as Legolas sat on the floor, covered in 
cream amongst the broken remains of the large mixing bowl, the dusting 
of flour still settling from the collision. A chorus of frantic cries sounded 
out as people went running to help the prince, who was slowly dissolving 
into a fit of giggles.

“ By Elbereth Legolas! Just look at yourself!” Halrowen scolded as she 
helped the stricken elf to his feet. “ Oh, what would the Lord say?”

Legolas continued to laugh as she began to wipe at his face with a cloth, 
only succeeding to mix the cream and the flour dust together. 

“ I should think he would be amused as the rest of us.” All faces turned to 
look at the blond elf standing in the doorway. “ I also believe he would be 
as overjoyed as myself to see a smile on your lips again, Princeling.” 
Glorfindel stepped forward to stand closer to the scene, where he could get 
a better look at the princes predicament.

“ My lord. I am sorry.. I.. I did not mean..”

“ Shhh, Legolas! You are in no trouble for you have done nothing wrong.” 
He offered the younger elf a small smile of reassurance. “ Now let us 
leave these poor fellows in peace. There are matters I must discuss with 
you.”

“ What matters My Lord?” It saddened the elder to hear the trepidation 
and fear re-enter the little ones voice as Glorfindel drew him away from 
his friends.

“ Our future Legolas. Our future.”

None of the elves paid any heed to the dark elf skulking in the shadows. 
And no one saw the flash of jealousy in his eyes…  



Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.




Chapter 6 : Trails and Tribulations


One Year Later…


“ That is excellent young prince! Have you been practicing as I asked?” 
Legolas stood in the courtyard outside the stable, another blond elf 
standing opposite him.

“ Yes master Berethil. Lord Glorfindel practises with me daily. He says I 
will get rusty if I do not keep going over the routines.” Legolas lay his 
training sword against the stone bench by the yards edge, picking up the 
pair of twin knives which lay glistening in the relentless sun.

“ I see that you are eager to get onto your favourite Legolas. If only I 
could inspire such confidence with the sword.” The weapons master 
sighed also laying aside his sword. “ I still feel it could be one of your 
greatest strengths.” The older elf looked up, hoping his pupil was 
absorbing his words.

“ I wish I could share your enthusiasm sir, but I believe I shall always love 
the knives.” Legolas smiled tenderly and ran his finger along the blunt 
edge of one blade.

“ Then may I suggest we remove our shirts and begin? I would not wish 
you to blame the heat for your eventual defeat!” 

The two elves sparred with the knives each dodging blows in an 
entrancing dance. The suns rays flickered over the metal and warmed the 
bodies of the two figures working tirelessly beneath them. As time passed 
the weapons master placed greater pressure on the younger elf, forcing 
him to make more erratic moves in his defence. It proved to be his demise 
as one after the other, the knives clattered to the stone floor below.

“ Again, I must be congratulated little one. Your skill is definitely 
improving and I must agree with you, your talent does lie with the 
knives.” Legolas smiled at his master’s appraisal and moved the short 
distance back to the bench.

“ It would seem we have to agree with you master Berethil.” Both blond 
elves turned to greet the owner of the voice.

“ I feel he will be more than ready for his coming of age, My Lords. In 
fact, I would not be surprised if he could begin to learn the sacred kata’s 
before his ceremony.” Berethil looked back in time to see the flash of 
pride pass over Legolas’ features. His heart swelled with his own sense of 
joy at seeing his pupil so content with his achievements. It was very rare 
to see the prince relaxed, even now when the inhibitions of his father’s 
cruelty had begun to lift.

“ Indeed that is some achievement Legolas. You should be proud of 
yourself.” Elrond stood forward from the others who waited behind him.

“ I have to give much credit to Lord Glorfindel, Lord Elrond. It is he who 
has practiced with me and allowed me to build on my strengths.” The 
timid demeanour had returned, Berethil noticed, as it always did when 
those who surrounded Legolas were high in station. 

“ Indeed I have practiced with you, Greenleaf,” Glorfindel moved forward 
to stand forward beside Elrond; his usual formal robes absent, being 
replaced with a light tunic and leggings. “ But it is you who has put in the 
work to improve your skills. I can take no credit for your hard work.”

Legolas raised his eyes briefly to meet those of the two eldars standing 
before him before looking to his teacher for reassurance. He was warmed 
by the friendly acceptance he found there and it gave him the courage to 
face the other elves.

“ If you continue like this Legolas you shall soon seek to usurp my brother 
and I on the archery field I suspect!” Elladan grinned, teasing the younger 
elf.

“ The bow is the one thing I have experience of Master Elladan. I would 
gladly accept your unspoken challenge, but I beg of you to take pity on me 
and wait until the sun has passed its peak.” Legolas smiled back at the 
older twin, “ I fear her grasp would steal me of fair sight and hinder me 
further than my lack of years.”

“ This afternoon then young princeling! I shall enjoy showing you what 
you have left to learn!” Elladan chuckled at his father’s obvious look of 
displeasure.

“ Elladan, we are encouraging Legolas with his confidence, not mocking 
it!” All eyes focused on the dark elf lord who continued to glare at his son. 
“ But if Legolas has agreed, then all I can do is be there to support him. 
And hope he knocks you from your pedestal!” Elrond raised his eyebrow 
as Elladan shrugged his shoulders, and nodded towards the youngest of the 
gathering. 

“ After lunch Legolas. I shall be looking forward to it.”

All were silent as Elladan left, Glorfindel trying in vain to stifle the 
chuckle which had been building as events unfolded. He looked up to see 
eyes of sapphire watching him intently. As eyes met, the other glanced 
away, as if ashamed to be caught staring in such a way. Glorfindel offered 
him a small smile, but the other did not look at him again.

“ I think Legolas,” Berethil moved to where he had left his shirt. “ That we 
need to find you a bow.”

“ Indeed Berethil, it would not be fitting for an elf to try archery when he 
does not have a bow!” Elrond laughed softly at the amusement of the 
situation. “ Well, young one let us find you a bow!”

*************


The sun passed overhead as the elves gathered for the midday meal. 
Friendly banter filled the hall as the food was consumed and the word of 
the archery challenge became known.

“ So, Legolas believes he can best the stars of Imladris? This shall be a 
sight!” One elf said.

“ Indeed it shall, I am most interested in the skills of our newest arrival.” 
Another joined the conversation.

“ Peace my friends, I beg of you. There is no need for such fuss.” Elrond 
tried to calm the bubbling excitement of the elves seated around the table. 
“ At least let them eat their meal in a calm demeanour.”

Legolas picked at the sweet delicacies on his plate. Even after so many 
cycles of the sun shining down on him, he still could not grow accustomed 
to the fresh food given to him. He had put on weight, his ribs no longer 
showing but his body still lithe and slim. His clothes enhanced his slender 
frame and he felt healthier within himself. 

He felt his skin crawl as another leant in close to him to whisper in his ear.

“ Pay those fools no heed, Princeling.” The soft voice grated over the 
young elves nerves. “ I believe you could do anything you wish to us.” 
Legolas pulled away slightly, only to be restrained by Elrohir’s hand on 
his sleeve. 

“ How is your wife Elrohir. Have you heard from her since she travelled 
back to Lothlorien?” Legolas smiled inwardly at the other elves sudden 
withdrawal.

“ She is well, thank you Legolas. She hopes to return to the valley before 
the leaves begin to fall.” Elrohir’s voice turned cold and bitter. He looked 
intently at the prince sat at his side, lust overcoming him, driving him to 
continue. “ That leaves me the whole summer without her. If you would 
like Legolas, I intend to go riding tomorrow and would ask you to join me. 
I know the horses comfort you.”

“ Thank you Elrohir, but I must decline. I have training with Berethil 
before breakfast and my Quenya lessons with your father after that. 
Perhaps another time.” Legolas refused to look at the leering elf, afraid of 
the familiar look he would see in the cold, grey eyes.

“ Perhaps.”

“ Legolas, are you ready?” Glorfindel ignored the scowl Elrohir threw him 
as he approached, taking HIS place at Legolas’ side. He was relieved 
when Legolas took his cue, reaching out and taking his hand in his own. 
Glorfindel felt the slender fingers shaking as he enclosed them with his, 
trying to give his Greenleaf the strength he needed.

“ Yes, yes I am, thank you.”

“ Then let us make are way to the practise fields. I am most eager for this 
event to be over.” Elrond rose from his seat and the other elves followed 
suit.

Glorfindel released Legolas’ hand as Elrohir was engaged in conversation 
by another young elf. The maiden giggled incessantly as Elrohir brushed 
her cheek with the back of his hand.

“ Thank you. I knew not what else I should do.” The Legolas of old 
resurfaced and Glorfindel tried to hide the pain that suddenly filled him. 
He cursed Elrohir and his demanding libido. The small figure next to him 
continued to shake, his arms wrapping around his own body defensively 
and fresh tears gathering in his beautiful eyes.

“ I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable Legolas. I merely thought if he 
believed you had chosen, then he may relent in his pursuit of you.” 
Glorfindel faltered as he saw that his words did nothing to reassure the 
young elf.

“ His kind never stops until they have what they want.” Legolas looked to 
the sky. “ They seek to cage it like a bird, and then consume it with 
everything they are, until nothing of its own identity remains.”

They walked in silence to the fields where other elves had already 
gathered. Glorfindel knew he could not offer Legolas physical support, 
that it was too soon and he could not face the prince’s rejection. He 
watched the slender body move like liquid silk beneath the pale green shirt 
that Legolas now wore, and the golden mane flow down his back.

“ I was beginning to believe you would not come princeling!” Legolas 
looked up and smiled at Elladans greeting.

“ And I see you have taken advantage and had a quiver full of practice 
shots! It is only fair that I may warm up also.” Legolas pointed to the 
target scattered with Elladans arrows.

“ Very well, ten arrows and then we shall begin. Ten arrows each, the 
most nearest the centre wins?”

“Agreed.”

Legolas moved to a great Beech where his new bow and quiver rested 
against the trunk. Glorfindel sat beside Elrond and a few other Elven lords 
in the shade at the edge of the clearing. He was relieved to see that Elrohir 
and the maiden had seated themselves away from the main group.

Legolas took his position at the mark and took aim. His muscles strained 
as his focus became complete. Silence fell and all present watched as 
Legolas released the arrow.

It went wide.

Legolas smiled as if satisfied as the arrow drove itself into the tree next to 
the target.

“ Well, that is better than it used to be.” All the elves turned and looked at 
him as if his senses had taken their leave. “ Come Elladan, loose your 
arrows, I need no more warm up.” Again shock spread through the 
gathering, even Elladan could not believe his ears.

“ Umm.. Very well Legolas. If that is what you wish.” Elladan paced over 
to the target and slowly eased out his arrows. Legolas stood patiently and 
watched the older elf work. The raven-haired elf walked back, his own 
pale blue shirt billowing in the slight breeze.

Ten arrows flew. Ten arrows made the target.

“ Four centre. Four middle. Two outer. There Legolas. You have a 
sporting chance.” Again the elf removed his arrows to the soft applause of 
his father and his peers.

Legolas took a spare arrow to make the ten and took his mark.

“ Do not worry Legolas. You still have five years to improve.” Elladan 
chuckled as he passed the blond. Legolas reached into the sleeve of his 
shirt and pulled out a slim piece of ribbon. Gathering up his long golden 
tresses he tied them back into a tight ponytail, barely a single strand falling 
over his face. He tightened his bowstring and checked the feathers of his 
arrows before slipping the quiver onto his back.      

 As Elladan watched, the amused smile faded from his lips. He knew those 
actions were not performed by an amateur archer. Legolas flashed him a 
smile of his own before idly picking up the bow. Without much attention 
he loosed ten arrows in quick succession. Each one hit its target.

Again a stunned silence fell across the clearing, not even the birds dared 
sing out.

Every arrow was in the centre… 



Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.

 

 


Chapter Seven: Realisations…



Thunder ripped across the sky above Rivendell and a lone figure sat, 
curled in the window, watching the rain pour down in sheets across the 
valley. Not a creature stirred when the storms rode in, very few travellers 
dared the dreadful conditions.

Legolas looked out from his perch into the deluge beyond, pretending the 
tears on his cheeks were in fact rain drops. 

“ You are sad again.” A soft voice sounded in between the rumbles of the 
outside world. Halrowen approached the huddled form, her words a 
statement, not a question. She needed no response, instead putting her 
arms around the prince letting him sob softly into her shirt. ‘Too far, too 
fast’, she thought to herself. They had replayed this scene more often than 
she cared to remember.

“ I am sorry Halrowen. I have always ended up crying in your arms.”

“ And have you heard me complain once, my friend.” Her eyes met those 
once again full of uncertainty. “ I did not believe so. Now, tell me what 
troubles your heart. Surely it is not this fine new room that has been thrust 
upon you?” She felt Legolas sigh within her motherly embrace, the only 
place in Imladris that he truly felt himself.

“ He wants me to be something I cannot.” She heard the trepidation in his 
voice and she knew the fear clouding his mind. “ He wants something I 
am not. I shall never be good enough for someone such as he.”

“ Nonsense young one. That one is smitten with you!” Halrowen smiled 
down at him fondly, “ Remember how he looked at you in the kitchens all 
those months ago?” She watched as Legolas looked back out the window, 
his eyes becoming clouded in remembrance. Yes, he remembered. He 
remembered it as if it had been yesterday…


* Flashback*

Bright knowing eyes stared at him, trying to show him a tenderness and 
affection he had learnt not to trust.

“ We need to discuss our future Legolas. I know it is soon but,” Glorfindel 
looked at the young one  who was standing at his side, eyes returning 
firmly to the floor. “ But we cannot leave it undecided.” He watched as the 
bowed head moved in a nod. “ Please Legolas, sit.”

Legolas moved to the smallest chair which was in the corner of the room 
and shuffled to sit  down. Glorfindel smiled at the sight of the once clean 
robes now covered in cooking ingredients. He made a mental note to get 
Legolas to the baths after they had finished. He caught the flash of blue as 
Legolas looked up at him, uncertainty radiating from his thin form, and his 
fear of the  Elven Lord obvious to all who may have witnessed the scene. 

“ These six years shall fly Legolas. I do not believe I have to tell you that.” 
Glorfindel moved to sit in a larger chair beside the fire place, shifting his 
gaze from the frightened child to the dancing flames. “ We do not have 
much time to get acquainted.”

Still the Elf lord’s efforts were met with a sullen silence, not even a slight 
movement of the head to show that Legolas had even acknowledged his 
words. “ Legolas, I would like to know you,” He was forced to stop as the 
prince’s head shot up in alarm. Fear flooded those sapphire orbs and 
Glorfindel could make out the tell-tale glisten of unshed tears. He realised 
his mistake and mentally hit himself for his inherrant foolishness. “ Nay 
Legolas!! Nay that is not what I meant. I wish to know you for the elf that 
you are. Your likes and interests, your dreams. And if I can..” He paused 
hesitantly, moving from his chair to kneel before the frightened youth. “ I 
will try to make some of those dreams come true.”

He could do nothing but watch as Legolas nervously played with his hands 
in his lap, waging a private battle within his soul. His heart pounded 
violently in his breast and his breath caught as he watched the tears begin 
to fall.

“ Please Legolas. Try to understand that no one here means you harm.” 
Again he paused, this time to take the prince’s hand in his own. “ I mean 
you no harm. I shall do my best to protect you Legolas, and if you wish of 
anything, if it is within my power then you shall have it.”


* End flashback*


“ He said he could make dreams come true Halrowen, yet the only thing I 
wish for is still denied me.” Legolas’ voice cracked with yet another sob 
as memories of early days filled his head.

“ They do not understand little one.” Halrowen softly ran her fingers 
through golden hair in a motherly fashion, fascinated as always at its 
softness. “ How can they know when they have not faced such betrayal? 
Do they bother to see that you are more at home in the kitchens than the 
banquet hall, or that you hide your love for singing because you fear the 
sound of your own voice?” 

“ They never used to let me sing. He said I sound like my mother…” 
Halrowen could do nothing as she watched the young ones eyes glaze over 
in suppressed pain. “ I used to pretend I could not, that at times I could not 
speak. Once I went a whole year with no one to talk to but the horses. It 
pleased Thranduil to have a mute servant.”

“ Shh… hush now Legolas. Let us worry about the present.” The older elf 
breathed a sigh of relief as the other fought to regain control, watching as 
the haze lifted and his eyes became clear and bright once more. “ You 
cannot go on like this Legolas. You are acting as if you are still in the 
realm of the Green Wood and it does no one any good.”

“ I know not how else to act Halrowen. They have done so much for me 
and I only wish to please them.”

“ If you wish to please them then be yourself!” Halrowen lifted the princes 
chin so their eyes met. “ They do not want you to fear them, or feel that 
you have to pretend to be something you are not! They love you for 
everything that you are, everything that you have the potential to be. Let 
them see you are not this, let them give you the chance you so desperately 
need.”

“ But how do I tell them? They believe, Glorfindel believes, that I am 
changed. That I am this new, confident, and skilled creature.” Legolas cast 
his eyes down as if in shame. “ I am not. I am so scared, Halrowen. I do 
not know if I can take a step back.”

Halrowen felt tears fall from her own eyes at the sound of Legolas’ broken 
whisper. “ Oh,  Legolas. Can you not see? It is a step forward not a step 
back! You have achieved so much, in a single year in this valley and it can 
only do great harm if you do not turn from this path that causes you such 
pain!”

“ I can see this my friend. I just fear their response.”

“ You should not fear them for they will accept your honesty. Come 
Legolas, I shall walk with you to Elrond’s study. I believe you should start 
with him.”

************


“ Come.”

Legolas froze when he heard the strong voice emanate  from Elrond’s 
study in the heart of Imladris. He felt his heart pounding as Halrowen 
opened the door and pushed him through into the candlelit room.

“ Legolas!?! What brings you to my chambers at such a late hour?” Elrond 
turned from his papers and laid down his quill on his desk, looking at the 
youth with concern in his eyes.

“ He has matters to discuss with you My Lord, I shall bring you both some 
tea.”

“ Thank you Halrowen,” The Elven Lord nodded his thanks to the cook as 
she took her leave, closing the door behind her blocking Legolas’ escape. 
“ Come Legolas and tell me what burdens your heart.” Dark eyes watched 
the hesitant youth as he walked to a chair and sat opposite Elrond.

“ My Lord… I.. I fear that I have been untruthful with you.” Legolas 
faltered in his words, pausing to gather his thoughts. “ I cannot act this 
way any longer. I am not the elf everyone wishes me to be.”

“ I am glad you have had the courage to come to me, Legolas. I have 
feared greatly for your well being these past months.” Legolas looked up 
in surprise at the dark elf’s words, confusion warring with bewilderment. “ 
But this must be discussed thoroughly Legolas. And I believe that another 
should be present. Do you not agree?”

Solemnly, Legolas nodded. The door to the room swung open and 
Halrowen entered with a tray.

“ Halrowen,” Elronds deep booming voice caused the skittish creature 
opposite him to jump. “ Send for Glorfindel.”   

 
TBC…



Title: Bloom of a Rose
Author: Andrea (Azriel)
E-mail: gelaidh_elf@hotmail.com
Rating: R ( In later chapters.)

Summary: Legolas gets caught up in a dispute between Mirkwood and 
Imladris. Can Elrond and Glorfindel help him to find happiness?

Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine, they all belong to the Tolkien 
estate. 

WARNING, this story is SLASH. The pairing shall be G/L with hinted 
Elrohir/L in later chapters. References to rape, incest, and graphic 
violence.

Authors note: Wow! I actually updated. I have to apologise for the 
massive break in this story but my final year in uni has taken up 99.5% of 
my time. I want to thank all my loyal readers who have pestered me over 
the last few months to continue with this. You guys have been a huge 
inspiration and I couldn’t have continued without your support. You know 
who you are :)!!! Hopefully this chapter doesn’t disappoint and I would 
love to hear your views. Hugs, Andrea

 

Chapter 8: Strangers in the Night.


A man walked slowly through the trees, ignoring the branches that seemed 
to reach out and snag his clothing in an attempt to slow his progress. He 
simply brushed them aside. He kept his footfalls soft so as not to disturb 
any who wandered nearby, his breathing deep and controlled.

The human looked up to the sky admiring the stars scattered on the black 
back drop. A small smile played over his lips as he continued on his way 
to the secret place. The place where he spent many hours as a child, hiding 
from the cares of the world around him.

He pulled short of the small pool, his senses detecting another presence. 
As he surveyed the scene before him, his breath caught and he froze, 
watching the slender figure bathing in the moonlit water.

Soft lilting tones broke through the night air, wrenching at the man’s heart 
as he watched, transfixed by the graceful movements of the stranger. The 
words were drawn of an untold sadness, of grief and suffering. The song’s 
beauty only added to its tragedy. He moved forward letting the earth and 
leaves shift beneath his feet as he did so as to alert this elf of his presence. 

The lithe figure spun round, the water rippling softly in his wake. Sapphire 
eyes looked back at him through the night air and the man held himself 
still, letting the youth see that he was no threat.

“ *Who are you what business do you have here*?” Even in a state of 
undress there was a silent strength to this elf that Aragorn found himself 
respecting. Only his eyes gave away his fear and uncertainty.

“ * Peace mellon. I am known and welcome here.*” He stepped forward 
letting the moonlight illuminate his features.

“ * Your name?*” 

“ * King Elessar Telecontar, known to the inhabitants of this realm as 
Aragorn.*” The man smiled warmly, “* Or Estel.*”  Shock and 
recognition flickered over the young elf’s features as he registered the 
words.

“ The King of Men…” Legolas breathed. His mind stumbled over what to 
say, ‘ Who am I to have spoken to the King of Gondor in such a fashion! 
Was that any way for a prince to behave? Ai Elbereth, help me..’

“ Forgive me my Lord. I did not realise!” Legolas stuttered helplessly in 
Westron as he rushed to the shore scooping up his discarded robe, 
clutching it to his pale skin.

“* Peace Legolas. I do not hold to such formalities here.*” Aragorn smiled 
warmly. “ Dress and we shall speak further. I have heard much about 
you.” He turned his back, allowing the timid elf a degree of privacy and 
waited for him to join him. The soft rustle of leaves caught in the bottom 
of Legolas’ robe alerted Aragorn to the elf’s approach and he glanced to 
his side to check his whereabouts.

“ Do you know much Westron?” The king enquired.

“ Some, My Lord. My king Thranduil made certain I was well practised in 
the ways of the court.” Legolas kept his head bowed respectfully as they 
began to walk through the moonlit trees.

“ So I see.” Aragorn murmured, pausing in an attempt to get the young elf 
to meet his gaze. “ You need not lower your eyes to me. Here, in this 
place, we are equals.”

“ You know not of what you speak Elessar-King. Such things are neither 
fact nor possible in this world. To believe so is fanciful.” Legolas spoke 
with such conviction that Aragorn knew that the elf believed what he was 
saying. It saddened him to see one of the firstborn so humble and 
submissive. He lacked the elegance he had become accustomed to in one 
of their kind, the silent dignity and belief of superiority. 

“ Then you may see me as fanciful master Legolas. But I shall tell you that 
I am not.” The human sighed softly and continued along the moonlit path 
towards the main house. “ I doubt Arwen would have me if I were!”  
Legolas looked up at this, once again cursing himself at forgetting who the 
man beside him was.

“ I hear she is the most beautiful elf alive. I would be honoured to meet 
her.” 

“ And you shall. She is here to see her father and discuss the arrangements 
for our wedding.” Legolas smiled inwardly at the wistful look that crept 
into the kings eyes as he spoke of his betrothed, and a feeling of warmth 
spread through him at the caring tone of the mans voice. “ It has been long 
enough and I fear I shall go crazy should we have to delay further!” The 
man was rewarded by a faint chuckle and took it as a sign of progress.

“ I can understand how a one year engagement would be frustrating to one 
of the world of men.” Aragorn’s chuckle joined the young princes lifting 
the atmosphere between them. 

They continued to walk discussing mundane matters of the wedding and 
happenings in Imladris. Aragorn was content to talk about Arwen as 
Legolas was content to listen.

“ And what of you Legolas?” Aragorn probed.

“ My Lord?” Legolas faltered, wary of the shift of attention on to him.

“ Are you content with your betrothal? Does Glorfindel treat you well?” 
The man watched as the elf went deathly white, his submissive demeanour 
returning far faster than it had been shed. 

“ It is not my place…” 

“ Then who’s place is it?” Aragorn pressed. He now understood why his 
foster father had been so eager for him to talk to the elf. It was obvious all 
was not well in his world.

“ May I speak freely with you? Can I trust you with my confidence?” The 
slight elf suddenly seemed swamped in the pale robes as he appeared to 
shrink under the intense grey gaze. The prince watched as the man nodded 
a look of sincerity on his features. “ I am uncertain.”

“ Of what?” There was a pause as they came to a halt, the elf moving 
closer to the trees lining the path. The man watched in fascination as 
Legolas leant against the trunk of the nearest, the tree reaching out with its 
branches to shelter his figure from the cold night air.  Another mental note 
was tucked away in Aragorn’s mind as he watched the youth; it seemed 
the young elf had a bond with nature that rivalled that of Erestor’s. 

Perhaps it could explain the quietness of both elves? The bond with nature 
surpassing the need to feel connected to their own kind?

“ I have.. feelings for Lord Glorfindel. It confuses me.” Legolas voice 
seemed somewhat distanced and the human had to strain to hear it. “ I do 
not know how to approach him. I do not want to be left alone.” 

“ Why would you be alone?” 

“ He does not feel for me. He can’t. I..” Legolas faltered and Aragorn 
began to move forward. The sight of the tears forming in the elf’s eyes 
wrenched at something inside him, jolting his belief in the strength of the 
first born. “ I am tainted. I am not worthy of one such as he.” Crystal 
drops spilt over onto the pale cheeks and the man reached out, beckoning 
the now trembling form into his arms.

The slender figure nestled comfortably into his arms and he gave him a 
fatherly hug. “ Listen to me Legolas. What you have been through, no 
creature, elf, man or dwarf should have to suffer through. You are the 
strongest elf that I know of and you are more than worthy of Glorfindel.”

“ But the tales of him, the battles he has fought.” The man tightened his 
grip as the elf started to sob.

“ He may be a warrior of the body, but you Legolas are a warrior of the 
spirit. You have survived things that would have broken another elf.” 
They pulled apart and Aragorn looked into the sapphire eyes still 
glistening with tears but shining with something the king could only 
describe as hope. “ Speak with him Legolas. Discuss your fears. I think 
you may be surprised.”

“ Truly?”

“ Truly”.


********

 
Dinner was a grand affair with Arwen and Aragorn seated beside Elrond 
discussing the current politics in Gondor. Erestor had begun a 
conversation with the young Mirkwood elf, telling him another tale of the 
history of the vale and of the elves that still inhabited it.

Legolas had recently discovered the pleasure of the councillors company, 
the trees conspiring to throw them together. They had shared many 
afternoons walking through the gardens as the older elf had taken it upon 
himself to instruct the youngster in the ways of the court. 

Glorfindel sat on the other side of Legolas absent mindedly pushing his 
food around the plate in front of him. As the meal progressed he became 
aware of a slight touch against his thigh. He looked down almost choking 
on the small pastry in his mouth at the sight of Legolas’ fingers entangled 
in part of his robe. He looked at the hands owner only to find himself 
facing a pair of eyes full of unanswered questions. 

His heart skipped a beat at the beauty of those eyes, his breath catching in 
his throat as he tried to speak. Pain flashed across the blue eyes and the 
curious fingers began to withdraw. Before he knew what he was doing, his 
hand had reached out trapping his betrothed’s in a tight grip. He smiled 
reassuringly, hoping his eyes conveyed his pleasure at the younger elf’s 
actions.

“ Its alright, you just surprised me.” He kept his voice soft so as not to 
attract attention from the elves sat around them. “ What brought this on?” 

“ Not here. Can we talk later?” Legolas’ voice was trembling slightly and 
the elf lord squeezed his hand in another act of reassurance. 

“ Of course. Would you prefer to walk in the grounds or shall we go to 
your chambers?” Glorfindel stroked his thumb over the back of Legolas’ 
hand continuing to send silent strength to his trembling form. Glorfindel 
knew what even a small degree of contact had cost the youth and he did 
not want him to feel as though he was doing wrong.

“ My room would be fine.” A sudden burst of feminine giggles opposite 
them drew their attention. “ And more private too.” A shy smile, but eyes 
sparkling with renewed confidence. Glorfindel watched Legolas nod 
slightly along the table and followed his gaze to meet the curious gaze of 
the King of Gondor. As the man returned the nod, Glorfindel could not 
help but feel part of one big conspiracy.

 Was it possible that Aragorn was responsible for the change in his 
princeling?   


********


The pair walked quietly through the still hallways fingers interlaced 
drawing the curiosity of any elf that they passed. Glorfindel had the 
suspicion that Legolas was walking slower than normal.

“ Your defence training has progressed well this month.” He said, trying to 
break the silence that descended between them. “ And I hear from lord 
Elrond that you have nearly mastered Quenya.” Legolas smiled at this.

“ I have enjoyed studying the records with Erestor so I had to learn faster.” 
The small chuckle was unlike anything Glorfindel had heard from the 
prince before. It seemed.. genuine, natural as though it was the true prince 
of Mirkwood beginning to shine through after all this time. It warmed him 
to believe that Legolas was beginning to heal, even if he was not the one 
to bring about such change.

“ I am glad to know you are content here.”

“ That is what I wished to talk to you about.” The familiar uncertainty was 
back in that songbird voice. “ I.. I..”

“ You know that you can come to me with anything Legolas. I care for 
your welfare.” Glorfindel watched in confusion as a crestfallen look fell 
upon the prince. “ Have I displeased you?”      

“ Do you care for me?” A whisper so faint it could have been swept away 
by the slightest of breezes escaped the lips of the smaller elf.

“ Of course, how could you think differently?”

“ No!” The other elf cut in, pulling on the eldars hand drawing them to a 
stop. “ Do you CARE for me?” Glorfindel’s confusion was short lived and 
he found himself hoping, his heart beating wildly in his breast as he 
looked searchingly into the other elves eyes. He was suffocating, desperate 
to breathe but frightened the moment would end.

“ Yes.” He sighed, breaking the tension. “ Yes I care for you, but..” 

He never finished, the words that would be said silenced as Legolas leant 
forward and soft, tender lips brushed against his own. 



TBC….

Once again I have to thank all my faithful readers. I hope this was worth 
the wait!

Hugs

Andrea :)