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Frozen Heart	By : Argleena Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own (or profit from) the characters in this work, but do enjoy playing with them for your reading pleasure! All LOTR references are property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Elrohir's thoughts wandered back to the time when he had first met his love all those many long years ago, during the time in the beginning of the Third Age when the evil one was once again rising in power, slowly covering the lands in his filth and darkness. In the midst of these dark and trying times, how beautiful and bright his love had appeared to his eyes, sitting straight and proud upon his noble steed, being greeted and welcomed by Elrohir's adar, Lord Elrond and his many councillors. King Thranduil had sent his youngest son, Legolas, to act as an emissary between the two realms. While tensions had run high between the Woodland realm and those of the Noldor after the Battle of Dagorlad that had lost him his adar and forced him into his role as king, Thranduil was no fool. Once time had passed and raging emotions had settled, he was able to acknowledge Oropher’s own role in his demise. War was never without great loss. With time, he replaced his enmity for the Noldor-- his fellow elf-- with contempt for the true evil ones. He knew that in the darkening times to come he would need allies such as Imladris and by extension Lothlórien. He sent his son, who was admittedly more level headed and diplomatic than he, to visit and reside in the Hidden Valley for the next few years in order to establish a solid connection between the two realms.
Upon first sighting the young prince, who at the time was only a few centuries old, yet had lived the life of one thousands of years his senior due to the strife and struggles his father's kingdom held, Elrohir was captivated by the beautiful and fey creature set before his eyes. He had a difficult time remembering to keep his breath in those first moments and setting his thoughts straight was near impossible.
Now, it has been substantiated that many an ode has been composed to document the glorious, golden head of curly hair possessed by the mighty Lord Glorfindel (and surely Erestor would disagree with Elrohir's opinion on his herven’s luxurious locks) however, to Elrohir, even his mentor’s illustrious mane appeared faded and dull compared to the golden strands that shone upon the prince’s head as he examined the prince out of the corner of his eye from where Legolas was currently greeting a group of senior councilors. Those golden locks seemed to be infused with sunshine mixed with molten gold, glowing with a light that flowed from within the wood-elf. When the prince dismounted and bowed to his adar and their family, Elrohir was stunned still, enraptured by the prince’s every movement, barely remembering to return a greeting from himself. Being a great warrior and archer from the ever darkening and perilous Woodland realm, Legolas possessed a lithe but deceptively strong frame. He had poise and a natural elven grace that was evident within all his movements. Elrohir could tell just by watching him in these first few moments that he would surely live up to his reputation as a master archer and would indeed be very cunning with the intricately carved knives strapped upon his back.
Despite his position as an Ernil i Taur-e-Ndaedelos and being a high ranking officer, Legolas wore a simple uniform, brown leggings and a tunic of forest green that, while meant to blend in with his fellow elves and the forest, drew Elrohir's attention to his perfectly sculpted body. On Legolas, the clothing seemed to cling to all the right places and accentuated his supple yet athletic build, strong arms and legs and beautifully rounded backside. While neither particularly tall or short in comparison to most of his fellow warrior elves, Legolas possessed a demeanor and presence of authority and confidence that seemed to hold him heads above the rest. Such as the air of authority his father wielded, Legolas could command a group with one word or a single gesture.
Elrohir remembered thinking that Legolas would fit perfectly so into him for holding. His head was at the precise height to tuck beneath his jaw and chin (as Elrohir possessed a taller than average height as well as broad shoulders and a bulkier/muscular build inherited from his human heritage) and his supple body would mold to fit right in with Elrohir’s broader one. Oh to get a glimpse of what lay below the simple tunic and leggings that hinted at the delicious curve of Legolas’ derrière, so perfectly formed to fit within his eager and itchy hands… Elrohir felt a blush growing across his face at the direction his thoughts were taking as he stared captivated by this fair creature that had entered the realm of his father. He had to shake his head and clear his mind of his ever growing lascivious thoughts directed toward the prince, lest he embarrass himself in front of all of Imladris and the Mirkwood contingent.
Not only was Legolas attractive to his eyes, but he also appealed to his sense of humor and had a quick wit about him. He was direct and honest in his speech and able to carry on a conversation about seemingly any subject. His intelligence gleamed through starlit eyes, eyes which were a deep shining blue and could pull one in as if they were drowning in the depths of the ocean. Lost in his thoughts and admiration of the visiting prince at the bottom of the steps to the Last Homely House, Elrohir stood dazed and frozen in wonderment. When their eyes finally met, a spark instantly sizzled between the two and Elrohir knew that he had met his match. Nothing else existed around him in that mesmerising moment.
There was a light heartedness and kindness that Legolas exuded to him. While he kept a proud and noble bearing as befitted a son of Thranduil and prince of his people, he had a way about him that made all soon feel comfortable in his presence, whether it be stable hands or servants, or elf lords and rulers of the realms. His voice was deep and low and sounded of mellow summertime songs, bringing about an air of comfort and relaxation to those who spoke with him. Elrohir could go on and on for days about all the qualities that endeared this humble prince to him, however many of those thoughts became much too provocative to think with others around and he tucked away those thoughts and images to peruse at a later and more private time.
Elrohir had never before understood the stories shared by many of the attached warriors in his patrol units that they told around the campfires burning during long, quiet nights out on patrol. Stories of elves meeting their other halves and instantly knowing that there was no other for them, none other that could ever compare or capture their attention, none other that could fill their heart, even if they passed and said warrior elf was left alone for years until they could once again be reunited in Aman with this on elf. Now though, Elrohir was beginning to understand. With that first glimpse of the glorious prince, he just knew that no other would be able to capture and hold his heart as Legolas did. Any other would simply be a cheap imitation not worth pursuing. And Valar, when their eyes first met as Legolas was dismounting from his horse, Elrohir felt as if he were drowning. His breath escaped him and he could not look away. He could see that Legolas had reacted to their meeting of eyes as well. A slight gasp escaped from his mouth as his feet hit the ground. He had held Elrohir’s gaze for a fraction longer than any of the others greeting him and a slight smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and turned up the outside corners of his eyes. A small dimple became evident on the right side of his mouth. Legolas slowly dragged his eyes up and down Elrohir's form before pulling his arresting gaze away from Elrohir and returning the greeting that Master Erestor was issuing from where he stood to the side and slightly behind Elrohir.
At that moment Elrohir knew his heart was as well as lost to this stunning prince of elves. So clouded was his mind in thoughts of the Woodland Prince, he did not realize when their party was moving inside to show their guests to their rooms and allow them a respite before the afternoon meal and councils that would take place later in the day, that is until his gwanunig cleared his throat and rather roughly elbowed him in his side to gain his attention to indicate he should start moving up the lengthy staircase that led to the main entrance of the house. He did not notice the wary glance that Elladan, his twin, threw his way. Had he not been so consumed with his thoughts and infatuation with the newly arrived prince, he would have felt a twinge of discomfort emanating from his brother through their twin connection. Elladan could certainly feel his flurry of emotions. As it was, he was too wrapped up in his own musings over the ravishing Woodland prince to notice much else around him. How he made the journey up the lengthy set of stairs without stumbling was beyond him.
The remainder of the day seemed to pass in a blur. Lunch was a formal affair with Legolas seated between Elrond at the head of the table and his seneschal and troop commander, the famous Glorfindel (once of Gondolin) on his left. Elrond’s chief advisor and right hand elf, Master Erestor sat across from him, while Legolas’ second in command and confidant was seated next to Erestor and across from Glorfindel. Then, there were a number of other councillor’s and advisors arranged down the table in order if rank. Not ones to enjoy standing formalities and preferring the company of fellow warrior elves, the twin sons of Elrond were tasked with joining the Woodland warriors sent as an escort with Legolas at the far end of the long table and ensuring their welcoming. For the first time in his life, Elrohir wished his father would stand on the formality that he had long tried to ingrain in his sons during their younger years and request them to join at the head of the table. Perhaps if his mother and sister had not been away for a visit to the Golden Wood where his grandparents ruled and resided, formalities would have been enacted, but alas, it was not to be. Instead he made his best effort to give the Woodland warriors his attention and make them feel welcomed. Despite his best efforts, trying not to be too obvious, he was unable to catch more than a passing glance of the prince at luncheon and could not pick up a shred of the conversation down the table over the lively conversation his brother was sparking up with the fellow warrior elves on their end.
The next few days seemed to fly by without Elrohir having much of an opportunity to see their princely guest, other than in passing, due to his duties not only in the healing halls, but also his training obligations and guard duties with his fellow warriors. Then, an unfortunate incident involving said fellow warrior elves (or perhaps he should refer to them as elflings at this point), an overindulgence in wine, and the unwise decision to climb to the top of the barracks to continue their intoxicated revelry late into the night landed several of the spirited warriors in the healing rooms. Thankfully none were left with permanent injury, though those with broken bones would take some weeks to heal. Normally, Elrohir would take this opportunity to tease his comrades for their lack in elven coordination, however, he was not very mirthful at this point. He had just come to find that Glorfindel was sending him on an extended patrol to assist in filling the vacancies left by these wine-wounded warriors. Elrohir kicked at the ground, frustrated that he would not get the opportunity to interact more closely with Legolas for four more months now. By the time he returned, he was sure the charismatic prince would have acquired himself an abundance of companions and quite possibly a lover or two. He would have no interest or time to spend with Elrohir.
TBC…
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Translations (Sindarin)
valar (used as an expletive)- god(s)/oh my god(s)
adar- father (formal)
ada- dad (informal)
ernil- prince
Ernil i Taur-e-Ndaedelos- Prince of Greenwood the Great
gwanûr- twins (pair of twins)
gwanunig- twin (individual/singular twin)
herven(‘s)- husband(‘s)
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