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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Tolkien's world (Silmarillion/Lord of the Rings/Hobbit), nor the characters from it. No money is made from the writing of this story.

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Night had settled on the valley and mountains where Imladris lay. The feast that the inhabitants were enjoying continued to carry on deep into the night. The minstrels played songs of joy and fair elven voices sang the ancient words of a time of peace when their ancestors had dwelt in Valinor.
Legolas sat listening to the music, taking in the stories. He felt at ease and he let his mind relax. The songs were new to him, since they had never been played or sang in his father's halls. The words sang of love and he found himself thinking of the lovely twins and how they had came to terms with their forbidden love. He smiled to himself, envious of the pair. But he had found an escape, so he wouldn't have to face his worse fears ever. His father would never know of his own forbidden love.
His father.
Legolas looked across the room, at the graceful being whom he desired above all others. He was stunning that night, as he always was. His silver hair framed his joyful face, so flawless and striking. Long lashes touched smooth cheeks above moist full lips. Emerald eyes sparked bright like jewels, lighting up his face. How Legolas wanted those eyes to focus only on him, with nothing but desire reflected back. He thought of the wicked things he wanted to do with his father, to hold him and caress him. So deep in his thoughts was Legolas that he didn’t hear when Elrond approached, and took a seat by him.
“Legolas.” Elrond began. “How have you been enjoying your stay here? Has all been well with your visit to our valley?" Elrond wanted to talk with him, remembering the concern that Thranduil had confided in him. He had been watching Legolas, and saw that his eyes were glued on his father intently. His eyes were smiling in yearning, as if a desire was hidden deep within.
“Lord Elrond.” Legolas smiled. “My stay has been so pleasant and I have taken a friendship with your sons. They have showed me so much of the valley, the gardens, and the grounds.” He feigned innocence to Elrond, disclosing only what he wished to, hoping that he had overlooked him watching his father.
Elrond only just smiled at Legolas, although he could sense the inner turmoil that burned within him. It was so plainly evident by the way in which Legolas chose his words, his body language, and his feelings that were reflected in his eyes. “Do you care to speak about anything, perhaps something that is bothering you?” Elrond offered to Legolas.
“And what worries would I bring to your fair valley, Lord Elrond? Did you know that I will be joining the rank of Greenwood's guard on my return home?" Legolas tried to change the subject.
"That is a great honor, young Legolas." Elrond smiled at him. But he was never so easily deterred. "You must make your father proud. Now tell me." Elrond wanted to get to the heart of the matter. "What really troubles you?"
Legolas tried to give Elrond a reassuring smile. ‘He knows something is amiss.’ He chided himself for not concealing his feelings to Elrond. “No, Lord Elrond I am well. Nothing troubles me at all."
“What is it, my dear child?” Elrond continued to study Legolas' emotions, that were so evident to him. "What is it that drives your gaze so intently at your father?" Elrond wondered if Legolas shared the same drive that his twin sons shared.
They had told him about it, and he had accepted it, although with trepidation. He was their father and he couldn't push away the people that he loved, even if he did not approve of it deep within. But it was their lives, their love, and who was he to tell them who they could or couldn't love? He would be a fool to condemn it, for he would lose them. That was something he could never risk doing. And if this was what indeed haunted Legolas, he did not want that fate to come between father and son.
Legolas blanked, staring back at Elrond. He knew that Elrond knew his secret. His eyes told him, his concerned gaze told him. Panic gripped him, and he turned and ran from the banquet hall.
Elrond's cries fell death to his ears, and Legolas ran and ran, until he had passed from the gates of the valley, deep into the dark of the night.
Morning came to the valley and mountains where Imladris lay. Legolas was missing from the Last Homely House and Thranduil cursed himself for not giving chase to his son when Elrond had told him that he had hastily departed the banquet last night. Thranduil had just thought that Legolas needed to be alone, but when the morning came and he could not be found the grim realization that he had left troubled everyone.
Elrond had not disclosed the full extent of the conversation that occurred between him and Legolas. He didn't feel that it was his place to speak on behalf of Legolas, especially if he was reading things all wrong. He would hate to drive Thranduil to anger, not quite sure how he would react to the thought of his son possibly having a desire for him. To Thranduil's credit, he remained calm, and didn't interrogate him beyond what had been disclosed.
Elladan and Elrohir, knowing all too well Legolas’ state of mind, had assured Thranduil that they would find Legolas, and they bid him to remain in the city, should Legolas return. They had then set out to find their hurting friend early that morning, vowing to bring him back safely.
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“He has changed. He does not act the same around me anymore. And he asked to be sent to the outer edges of the realm. To be a guard. He will not come near me, he stays away from me. I do not know what haunts him, what hurts him. What would drive him thus?” Thranduil confided in Glorfindel, feeling guilty about bothering his still healing friend. Although Glorfindel had made considerable progress with his healing, Thranduil still hated to disturb him with his own problems.
Glorfindel, sensing that Thranduil was beyond distraught, and needed his support, offered it freely, begging his friend to share his burdens with him. He cared deeply for his long time friend. “Legolas is all grown now. I am sure he just seeks his independence.”
“No, Glorfindel. The look in his eyes that he lowered in shame, the dissonance I felt in his embrace. What would cause him to act so? I have never been harsh on Legolas. I have only cherished him, protecting him.” Thranduil shook his head, freely admitting his worry to Glorfindel.
“He looked as in shame?” Glorfindel asked to clarify. That seemed strange indeed. He could understand why Thranduil seemed so troubled. This was truly alarming.
“Indeed, he did. I have never seen him look at me that way before. He and I have been close, our relationship sound. But lately, just before he begged to bear my messages to Imladris, I noticed he has been acting strangely. I thought an adventure is what he needed, but now I see it is not so. Something is terribly amiss with him. I have failed him as a father somehow I fear, Glorfindel. And now he has taken off and no one can find him. What would drive him away? Where would he go?”
“Worry not about his safety, Thranduil. The sons of Elrond are skilled trackers and they know these lands well. They will bring him back safely. And, I do not believe your assessment to be the case, my friend. Although you are unpredictable and mysterious, I know that you have ever only been a good father to your children.”
“If I am a good father, then why would he not confide in me? He use to always bring his troubles to me.”
“I’m assuming, my friend, that your son is pretty similar to you. I remember when you ceased to bring your troubles to your father. You seemed to save them all for me, if I remember correctly.” Glorfindel smiled at Thranduil, trying to ease the worry of the other.
“Yes, that much is true.” Thranduil smiled at the memories, of all the trouble he had had caused that he was too afraid to confide in with his father. And then his mood seemed to lighten.
Glorfindel always had that effect on him, bringing him out of worry and despair. “I only did that so you would have to play savior to me. And, if I remember correctly, it worked quite well indeed.” Thranduil, despite his worry, smiled to Glorfindel.
“Ah Thranduil, you wicked creature. How your moods change. If I did not know better I’d say that you have forgotten your worry and were thinking of other things instead.”
Thranduil only just smiled, sensing the presence of Erestor just outside Glorfindel's door. He knew that Erestor was listening to their conversation, and decided that since Glorfindel was helping him, he owed it to his friend to help him out as well, despite his promise not to interfere or try to push Erestor.
But Thranduil knew just how to push Erestor's buttons, a talent he took great pleasure in. ’A jealous lover would surely not just say that he wishes to know of your love, but would bring forth action on his feelings and would woo you with such passion, that your head would go forth spinning.' Thranduil thought, and he knew he had to act, despite the worry in his heart.
“You only just smile?” Glorfindel was puzzled over the sudden change in his friend's behavior. He had long ago given up on trying to understand him. He just learned to accept the eccentricities that came with knowing Thranduil; how he could go from one extreme to the other, often within the same breath of air.
“Wicked say you?” Thranduil would enjoy this sweet torment of Erestor. “Care to guess what wicked memories I am thinking about to distract me of my worries?”
“It amazes me how quickly you can change, sometimes just like the wind!”
“Now, now, I said guess about my memories, not analyze my behavior. Here’s a hint, try to remember my father's treasury."
"The treasury, Thranduil? How you go from Legolas, to your father's treasury is beyond me."
"Yes, the treasury Glorfindel!" Thranduil would force Glorfindel to play. "Remember that time when we made love there? I can still feel your strong arms, and how they wrapped around my body, and how you felt when you moved inside me. I could see your reflection in all the gems that surrounded us. A beautiful site indeed.” He carefully emphasized the last sentence, making sure to annunciate clearly so that Erestor would hear every word.
“Ah, what a memory indeed.” Glorfindel couldn’t help but chuckle. “But why speak of such when you worry so for your son? What sort of distraction do you turn to in times of distress?”
“Because, my dear Glorfindel.” Thranduil wasn’t going to let the conversation fall back on his worries, not with Erestor was still listening in. He wanted to get Erestor's blood boiling, passion spilling forth from his reluctant heart. “When I am around you, all I can think of is the love that we shared.”
“Say what?” Glorfindel looked at Thranduil as if the king had lost his mind. “Such things you say, and here I thought you only wanted my happiness. Did you not remember a word of the conversation that we had yesterday, in which you said you would not interfere?”
“I only speak what my heart drives me to say now, my dear Glorfindel. Has Erestor not came back to your chambers after he professed his love? Has he not tried to capture your lips again, and kiss you like a passionate lover would? Has he not tried to pull the yearning forth from your heart and make you completely his?” Thranduil continued, keeping his voice clear, and giving one last wink to Glorfindel.
Out in the hall, a furious Erestor stood listening to the conversation within the healing room. What nerve Thranduil had bothering his Glorfindel, and making accusations that he was too busy to give his love. Here he had been engaged with seeing to that banquet that Elrond insisted on throwing for this insufferable elf, and Thranduil was trying to seduce his Glorfindel away!
Erestor clinched his fists at hearing the words that Thranduil spoke. Who did this King think he was, throwing himself back at Glorfindel. With fury in his eyes, Erestor stormed into the room.
“King Thranduil!” Erestor glared down at him, caring not if his behavior soured relations with the Greenwood forever. "I do believe Lord Glorfindel needs to rest now and your presence is no more wanted here! We have professed our love, and I lost him once and will not lose him again, especially to you!”
Thranduil stood, smiling at the furious Erestor, victorious in his efforts. “Ah, but Erestor is right. You do need your rest, and my dear son is missing, and I am most distraught with worry. Excuse me, I must take my leave and seek counsel with Elrond. Perhaps there has been some news by now."
Glorfindel watched amused as Thranduil left the room, silver-hair disappearing through the door. Glorfindel finally shook his head, realizing exactly what Thranduil had done. ‘Thranduil, you sly fox, outwitting Erestor.’
He couldn’t believe that Thranduil’s tactics seemed to be working. Erestor was acting the jealous lover indeed and had actually confessed their relationship with another. Erestor had such a look of passionate love in his eyes for Glorfindel, and his fair features softened when he saw him looking up at him.
Grey eyes twinkled back at Glorfindel, and a gentle kiss followed.
"I care so much for you Glorfindel." A sweet caress swept through Glorfindel's hair, messaging his healing lover with a gentle touch.
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