Title: To Betray a Brother
Author: KoUsagi (kvinamidala@freemail.hu)
Pairing: Legolas/Elladan or Elrohir ?
Rating: PG13
Summary: A young Legolas seeks a way out of his father's court and 
goes to Imladris almost unconsciously. The amiable twins, his old 
friends, offer him company, but they have some other feelings towards 
the beautiful elf besides friendship. And he does not see that (at first...)!
Disclaimer: Legolas is mine, he is waiting for me in my wardrobe, all tied 
up and soul naked. If you need him, I'll send a clone ;) OK, seriously, he 
is not mine, the whole LotR not mine, the twins aren't mine (too bad) 
etc. etc. they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien etc.! I just use them for my/your 
pleasure, making no money at all. Pls don't sue me!
Authors Note: Accepting the challenge of Lorein. Thanks for the idea! It 
has been hard to write, but I have the ending figured out now, I just 
have to write the middle... Which is quite hard if an annoying Yami no 
Matsuei-plotbunny keeps my thoughts off this fic! (not to mention 
school, language exam, webdesigning etc.)
Anyways, it's my first try at slash... I've become a major shounen-
ai/yaoi/slash fan this year, so I have decided to write one... Though I 
don't feel like writing the sex scenes... I (will) have no experience (being 
a girl)...
Oh, also, note that I am Hungarian, therefore English is not my native 
tongue, though I've read/seen LotR and related in English, so I feel 
comfortable with writing stories in English (well, 1 year in America 
helped a LOT also... ^.-) 
Seriously, if it's Tolkien, I do not trust translators, the original is such a 
genial work! [Except for The Silmarillion, which was hard enough to read 
in Hungarian-- I should read it again...-.-]
Well, on with the story! Thanks for reading and don't forget to give me 
FEEDBACK, please! It would be greatly approciated!


Chapter I

Yawning and smiling simultaneously, the sleepy Legolas cuddled to the 
warm body that lay behind him. The breezes of the early morning were 
quite chilly; they almost made him shiver. Then he realized why he felt 
cold: he was soul naked. So was his bedmate.

Apparently, the other felt his hot flesh, hence he put his arms around 
Legolas' waist.
"Please... Don't leave just now!" A sleepy voiced whispered, even 
somewhat temptingly. Slender, strong fingers caressed the prince's 
golden stresses.

"Nay, love. I don't intend to," he whispered back. "Unless you want me 
to."

"After last night, I wish you would never ever leave this bed of mine." 
To support this statement, he placed one light kiss on the other's neck.

Legolas gave a content sigh.
*What a night was it! I would have never thought such thing could 
happen to me here...* 
His thoughts wondered back to the very beginning of the series of 
events that led him into those sheets.

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Legolas was leaping forward rather quickly, enjoying the wind that was 
toying with his long hair and tickled his ears. He loved the smell of the 
forest and the leaf-filtered sunshine just as much. But above all, he 
cherished the minutes when he was alone.

He was scarcely given the privilege of solitude, and whenever he had a 
chance of escaping the palace of his (in his opinion) overprotective 
father, he ran away, not bothering even with taking a horse. He would 
wander alone for days or even for weeks in the still enchanted woods 
of his home, or ocassionally as far as Imladris. His father would grow 
anxious and would punish him afterwards, nevertheless, he did not 
care. He was still young, his spirit longed for adventure and for the 
sounds of the nature instead of the boredom of the royal court and the 
babbling of the elven nobles that did not interest him. Although he had 
reached his adulthood, politics and the like were never on his mind. 
Sometimes he wished he had been naught but an ordinary elf. Then 
he'd have his precious freedom.

As he was making his way on the almost invisible paths, similar feelings 
awoke in his heart yet again.
"Just why can my father not understand me? Or anyone else around 
me?" He spoke out loud bitterly. " Even if I am around many of my kin, I 
feel more lonely than here, with the friendly, peaceful trees, birds and 
beasts."

But as the surroundings cheered up his heart, he ceased his ranting 
and tried to enyjoy his little trip.

His feet unconsciously led him towards Imladris. For his mind, however, 
the destination was not important. At least, not yet.

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The journey was long, but nothing dangerous or unexpected delayed 
Legolas. The young prince reached the Last Homely House in a 
relatively short time, though it wasn't till he beheld the magnificient 
sight of the elven city did he realize just where he was.
"Well, since I am here, why shouldn't I see the Lord Elrond and his 
household? It has been ages since my family last visited their friendly 
court. Probably even my father would be proud of me if I strengthened 
the relations of our kingdoms by the means of a kind visit," he smiled to 
himself slightly, then decided to take the path leading straight to the 
House of Elrond instead of approaching it from the wilderness, latter 
one being less polite if he wanted to be welcomed warmly.
He traversed many creeks and glistening waterfalls as he went, 
wondering whether the elves of the city knew of his arrival by now. 

Only a couple minutes have passed when Legolas' keen eyes spotted 
two raven-haired figure of the same size in front of him, moving rather 
fast in his direction.
"So I am noticed," he smirked. "And I have not lesser but the princes of 
Imladris to escort me to the fair house of theirs."

Meanwhile, Elrohir and Elladan also noticed the blond elf. As they were 
covering the distance between them, both of the twins were stunned, 
for the prince was beautiful to behold, although his body was waried by 
his long journey. He was tall, lithe yet muscular, with an elegant air in 
his movements. His hair framed his exquisite face like the most valuable 
gold frames a picture of a Valar. The twins exchanged a meaningful look.

"It seems to me that the Prince of Greenwood has undergone a change 
since we saw him," Elrohir whispered to his brother.

"A change for good, that was. And this was even an understatement," 
added Elladan just as quietly. "I can only hope he wishes to stay with 
us for a long time, engracing the court with his mere presence."

"So can I."

"What leads you to the house of my people, young Prince of 
Greenwood?" Elladan spoke out louder, with much dignity in his voice, 
though his eyes were sparkling with friendliness. Or more.

Elrohir couldn't help it, he burst out in laughter at his twin's fake-
strictness.
Indeed, there wasn't any need of seriousness, for the three had known 
and appreciated each other for a considerable time. The lips of Legolas 
curled upwards, then his sweet mouth opened to release a laughter 
that was above every music ever composed by elf or man. The ears of 
the other two were awed by the melody. Elrohir forced himself to cease 
his bewildered gaze, and gave the blond prince a heartfelt welcome.

"Still, you have not answered my first question," Elladan pointed 
out. "What brings you here?"

"To tell you the truth, my friends, my soul was restless as ever and 
yearned for loneliness and peace. My feet seemed to have a will of their 
own, guiding me to such an amiable company."

"You flatter us, mellon-nīn. We have the pleasure in the opportunity of 
being your host." >>And you can't imagine how much pleasure it is, 
indeed. << Elrohir added in his mind.

Soon the three elves were engaged in a vivid conversation concerning 
their favourite activities (no, not THOSE activities, you nasty reader ^.-), 
that is, archery and hunting. Since their natures had much in common, 
though they were not related, time seemed to flow rather fast.

Legolas was so absorbed in their chatter that he did not notice the 
scrutinizing, almost lustful glances of the twins. Nor did he realise with 
what eagerness Elladan and Elrohir tried to touch him, whether it was a 
friendly pat on the shoulder or the brushing off a fair hair or two of his 
tunic. No, he was only having a good time with his friends of many many 
centuries. But apparently, these friends had other thoughts and 
feelings concerning Legolas.

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The party, having been greeted by Elrond, parted for the night; Legolas 
was accommodated in one of the splendid guestrooms and was provided 
with towels and clean robes in the colour of silver and blue. These two 
shades were much more preferred in Imladris than in Greenwood. He 
usually wore brown and green clothing. But his usual garments were 
dirtied now, so he took them off and laid them carefully on a wooden 
chair.

Unbraiding his hair, he walked towards the bathtub, smoothly and 
noiselessly like a cat. His muscles rippled in a breathtaking way that 
would make any young elven maiden shriek and faint. (Not to mention a 
fangirl! ^.-) He sank into the warm water that encircled and caressed 
his tired limbs. Legolas bathed carefully, paying attention to every 
square inch of his silk skin and the whole length of his soft hair. 
However, his actions did not go unnoticed.

Even the prince's keen eyes and ears are not able to detect another 
well-practised elf's presence, if the latter wishes so. And Elladan was 
that sort of an elf.

He did not want to peep on the prince as he traversed the inner garden 
that lie under the windows of the guestrooms. But such windows, as 
elsewhere in Imladris, were huge and without panes, though with 
plenty curtains. Apparently, those were not drawn, so the raven prince 
caught a glimpse of his friend, who was obviously absorbed in the act of 
stripping. 

The rate of his heartbeat jumped up. His feet stopped moving; his gaze 
did not part with the blond's movements for long minutes. Not until the 
object of his observation left the basin did he come to his senses.

"Just what have I been doing?" Elladan shook his head mentally. But at 
the same time, he thought: "He is almost too marvellous to behold! I 
wish I had been the water he bathed in..." and he began to feel a 
strange warmth, filling him in. He grew too confused to stand the sight 
of Legolas, therefore he went to his own room before he could have 
been discovered.

END OF CHAPTER I

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