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The Teacher	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twenty-two
In the end, despite Elrond's misgivings, it was all so very simple. Celebrían made it so.
The both of them watched, stood side by side some distance away under a terrace of white arches that lined this section of the lawned garden, as Legolas strung the toy bows he had made. The twins watched him, breathless with anticipation. Then a minor scuffle broke out as they both wanted to be first to try them out.
“So, how was your visit?” Elrond asked, too politely, this game of theirs having become a kind of ritual. The addition of Legolas was new, however. They both watched him as he set up a simple paper target and knelt on the grass behind one of the twins to help him notch the arrow and pull the string back.
“The twins seemed to enjoy it,” Celebrían replied, her lips quirking in barely suppressed amusement.
“And you?”
Celebrían waved a nonchalant hand. “As you know, I enjoy the exercise,” she commented lightly, and he had a perfectly clear version of her running through the Lórien woods. Elrond nodded, and took her hand in his. They looked at each other. She was laughing at him, silently. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
“Enough?” he asked.
“Oh, I rather think I should be asking you that question.” She cast a lingering glance back out to where Legolas was. “I know the window you greeted me from, after all. I must say he looks very,” she paused deliberately, “athletic.”
“Yes, he is,” Elrond admitted, remembering Legolas' abundant energy, and managed to stop most of the shame from creeping in.
They had been together for less than half a century, less time than some mortals. For them it was all still so new. Despite their premonition, the twins had still been a surprise, as if they had just been waiting for the chance to be born, and now, Legolas was watching over them. At least for a little while, they had time to themselves. Any moment now. Celebrían was shifting her slight weight from foot to foot, about to break the rules of their conversation. Elrond almost couldn't wait. His heart was beating faster in anticipation.
“Miss me?” she asked.
Elrond bowed his head. “As always.”
Celebrían bit her lip. To Elrond it was utterly adorable. “I'm warning you,” she said, mischievous, “I've been practising.”
Elrond merely raised an eyebrow. “This time, it would seem, so have I.”
“Elrond!” Celebrían exclaimed in mock outrage, managing to look scandalised but for the light in her eyes. “You!” She clearly couldn't help herself then, and laughed out loud. “You rogue!”
“Enough now?” he countered, with a smile on his lips. Celebrían began backing away, and as always, it was she who couldn't keep up the pretence. Her hand tugged on his for a brief moment before she slipped away from his grip and then ran, the stone corridor echoing with her fleet footsteps. Elrond laughed, then began to follow. Sedately at first, at least until he was out of the sight of Legolas. Then he ran too, tracking her by the sound of her delighted laughter.
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He continued to teach Legolas of love, although the pace of the lessons slowed down somewhat. His nights were invariably spent with Celebrían, and his days were reserved mostly for Legolas. Elrond found his time conveniently divided up between the two of them, almost as if they discussed it when he wasn't paying attention, which was impossible. He was paying a lot of attention. Indeed, he had no time for anything else save satisfying his two lovers.
There were odd afternoons, when they'd all head out together with the twins for a picnic or a long walk in the woods. Elrond would find himself dozing in the warm sunlight while his children played and his lovers talked. Whenever he listened in, they were chattering quietly about everything and nothing, perhaps even gossiping. Elrond did not care for their conversation at those times, and was happy to drift. It was very much like the human idea of Heaven. At least, mostly.
“Elrond! Wake up!” The hushed but urgent voice broke into his dreams, disturbing the image of Oropher, laughing at him during their reunion. He groaned and rolled over, nuzzling his face into Celebrían's neck while she giggled, her legs parting so that his body rested naturally in the cradle of her hips.
“Morning,” he said, his voice muffled. He had no intention of moving for at least another hour.
“You have overslept.” He groaned again before raising his face and looking into her laughing eyes.
“I see,” he noted, then sighed, moving away and sitting up in bed. Elrond stretched his arms to loosen the knots in his shoulders. He was still tired.
Almost mechanically, he searched for a robe and slid his feet into slippers that were waiting for him by the side of the bed. If it was morning, he had somewhere to be. Almost halfway to the door, she called him back.
“Oh, Elrond?” He turned, wondering what he'd forgotten, then he knew. In a couple of strides he was back by the side of the bed, leaning over to kiss her, one hand cupping her face. It lasted a couple of minutes, and when he had done, Celebrían looked so tempting he wanted to sneak back in with her. She licked her lips, her eyes half-closed. Then she raised her hand and gave him a little wave.
“Goodbye,” she teased.
“Hmmpph!” That was as eloquent a reply as he could come up with as he slowly straightened up and made his way back to the door.
After a short walk, he opened the door to the guest quarters where Legolas slept and padded quietly across the floor. With a sigh that wanted to be weary but wasn't quite resentment, he crept under the covers and wondered if he might get any more sleep. Elrond yawned tiredly, behind his hand, careful not to move very much.
“You are late,” said Legolas. He didn't sound sleepy, and a moment later, Elrond found himself with his arms full of long-limbed toned muscle. He was the complete antithesis of slight and supple Celebrían, whom he'd just left.
“Ah,” he said, as Legolas rained sweet kisses upon his face and neck.
“Mmm... I have been waiting half of the morning,” he said, and then there were the sure and callused fingers of an archer wrapped around his awakening flesh. The friction was amazing. Not too tight, just so, just as Elrond had taught him, and it felt wonderful.
“Legolas!” Elrond covered his eyes and forehead with one forearm. “I swear between the two of you, you will kill me!” Legolas stopped.
“We will?” He sounded so woebegone, Elrond sneaked a look, and then he laughed at the look on Legolas' face.
“No, no, not really.” Elrond shook his head, helpless. “I probably won't even lose my temper,” he admitted. Legolas stared, and Elrond drew a deliberate breath. Celebrían by night, Legolas by day. Secretly he decided it was a good job he hadn't chosen a mortal life. “Probably.”
Legolas resumed his former activity, his other hand guiding Elrond to touch him in return, and the sound of pleasure was almost a growl as he set to the task before him.
It didn't take long to make Legolas come. At least in that regard he had not learned much control, and it granted Elrond the time he wanted to have hot water brought to him for a bath. It appeared when he first entered the bathroom, servants in tow, that Legolas had already bathed for the day. He wondered just what time it was, but then relaxed completely as he stepped into the hot fragrant water.
Vaguely, he wondered if there was any chance of seeing breakfast before his services would be in demand again. Perhaps he should have ordered that at the same time as the hot water. Elrond sighed and dipped his head under the water for a minute.
When at last he was done, he stepped out, hair washed and loosened from the braids that normally held it, and dried himself before putting on a robe and stepping out of the bathroom door. Legolas was not in the bed. Elrond did a double take, and investigated the room. Some clothes were laid out for him on the back of a chair. His clothes. They had been taken from the room he and Celebrían shared. Elrond dressed in bemusement, fingers twisting the braids back to where they should be, and when he opened the door, he found the whole lot of them waiting for him.
“Ada! Ada! We are going to look at the trees!” Elrond tilted his head, and stole a questioning glance at Celebrían and Legolas.
“We are?” Everyone nodded. “We are.” There seemed little point in arguing, especially since Legolas was carrying a cloth-covered basket. His stomach grumbled loudly at the idea of food. The twins laughed and poked fingers at his stomach, before each of them took one of his hands to walk with him.
So they had conspired. No matter; it was a good day. The twins ran ahead a little way with Legolas, stalking rabbits and deer. Elrond had never seen them so quiet. He walked hand in hand with Celebrían until they found a likely spot, and settled on the grass for lunch. Elrond ate with gusto, and then reclined back on the blanket in the sun. This was becoming a charming habit. He sighed happily. It was like time off.
Legolas took the twins back to the house for their lessons, and Elrond found himself dozing pleasantly, while Celebrían played with his hair.
“These are hastily done,” she chastised, “turn over.” Elrond obeyed and turned onto his front. She began unravelling the braids he had made, remaking them better, tighter. Some time passed, and he fell into short periods of sleep, Celebrían's nimble fingers pressing against his scalp as she made the braids more ornate and tidier. It felt wonderful, Elrond decided.
After some time, she urged him to sit up a little to remove his tunic, then began rubbing something oily into his skin. He could smell the herbs. It was his own preparation, made for the sun. He became uncertain then if she was massaging his back, or still making the braids.
“Don't get it in my hair,” he grumbled tiredly, and there was a little light laughter at that. He made a low sound in his chest. The hands on his back were heavy and warm. Not small and delicate. There were calluses on the fingers that made the massage even more pleasant.
A mere moment later, Elrond sat up, fully awake, and twisted his upper body around to face forward. They were both with him. Legolas and Celebrían. Legolas had returned. How long ago? How long had they both been touching him? Elrond shook his head.
“No. Absolutely not,” he declared, his voice strict, apparently to no one in particular. Legolas and Celebrían looked at each other, then simply pushed him back down onto the blanket so that he was laid on his back.
“This is not f–” He got as far as that before her lips were on his, stealing the rest of his words. As if he had any means of resisting her. As if he had any means of resisting Legolas. But though they teased him for his temper, their kisses and lingering touches were innocuous enough. Between them, they only cared to make him feel good out there on the grass in the sunlight. Heaven, it must be, he decided.
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One night, quite relaxed, he thought to ask Celebrían what she thought of Legolas. She'd deliberately misunderstood the reason for his question and made fun of him, then said: “I really don't think Legolas is interested in my kind.”
The next day, he asked Legolas about it, and found the blush of the Prince extremely becoming.
Legolas had explained, in halting sentences, that he would never even think of such a liberty. Elrond laughed.
“No, I understand. But... is there any maiden at home who you might –”
“I can appreciate the thought of it,” Legolas confessed suddenly, his eyes wide and honest. “I just can't seem to convince my body. I don't think I want to.”
“Ah, I see,” Elrond replied, suddenly understanding. “It's not unusual.”
“It isn't?”
“Of course not.” Legolas let out a pent up breath.
“I am relieved. To be completely truthful, you'd have more chance catching me with a dwarf.”
As a mere matter of prejudice it wasn't amusing at all, and Legolas was affected by a peculiar unreasoning dislike common to too many. Elrond didn't have a clear flash of foresight, but enough to ensure he laughed at Legolas' crude joke for longer than he probably should. He didn't impart it. Time would do that more kindly than he ever could.
He filed the information away in his mind though, along with the revelation of Legolas' secret.
Some short weeks were spent in this sweet fashion, until the visit was over and Legolas prepared to return home. Any longer, and Elrond might have begun to resent the demands that were put upon him.
Legolas carried a letter with him to Thranduil. One that Elrond had spent hours over, measuring every word and shade of meaning, including the playful challenge he issued at the end of it. He missed his old lover, and had obeyed him from afar, but had not forgiven him, even now. Perhaps he would receive a reply, and the beginning of forgetfulness could start. All things are forgotten in the end.
Thranduil Oropherion,
I hope you and your mistress are both well. I do miss you. Despite what I am about to relate, I do not wish either of you anything less than happiness.
If becoming entangled with another generation of your bloodline was not inevitable, it became so the moment I first read your letter. We both know my devotion is beyond question. You made certain of that long ago.
I know now why you took such care to keep him mostly away from me for all of those years. Another of your secrets, and because of it you win again. So I am passed from father to son once more. Does such amuse you? Be amused then if you will. Of course I love him. How could I not?
Would it divert you if I confided that several times, between waking and sleeping, I was certain that it was you I held in my arms? It is so. On occasion I was convinced I was with your father, and that was far, far crueller. I do not thank you.
Whilst we are on the subject of your amusement, did you know I read your letter in his presence? When he saw my distress (yes, it was that), he offered me a choice. Imagine that. Little does he know you manipulated my choices before he was even born.
Save one choice, and to that I hold. I have no lessons for you, King of Eryn Galen. Those times are long over for us.
I do however have two pieces of news to impart which should lessen your laughter as you read. Given certain confidences and insights I will not share, I think it highly unlikely that Legolas will ever produce an heir. This stops here, Thranduil, do you understand?
Lastly, I did of course fulfil all of your expectations and instructions fully and willingly, as you knew I must. You sent him to me knowing it would confuse my heart. That being the case, in his uncertainty he didn't correct me early enough. If you wish to punish me for this, then you must journey to Imladris, for I shall not come to you.
As ever, with love to you and to your mistress,
Elrond
Imladris
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Elrond, lass nín,
Alas, you are too cruel and angry to send properly traditional love letters! Must I beg for those too? I trust you are well, and your enchanting Celebrían and little ones. How I should love to visit you and see them, but stubborn as you are, I shall not yield first.
I will not visit Imladris. I too have no further lesson to teach, Elrond, so if your aim was to tempt me, I'm afraid you have failed. Unless now you are prepared to indulge me (and from your letter I infer the opposite), I shall not indulge you.
Ah! But you know all of this already, which is why you issue the challenge.
I kept him from you because I did not want him to yearn for you as I have done, to no avail. Yes, I thought of that early on. Why does such offend you? Because I am far-sighted? You of all people should know that foresight does not trouble itself to consult those whom it warns.
Yes, I knew you would love him, and I did not send him to make you heartsick for your loss, but because his tutelage in this was the greatest gift I could give if you will not have me. But why do I bother trying to explain? It is clear you harbour great resentment, and I still do not fully understand it.
What would it have profited you if you knew of my father's writing before the event? Would you have rushed into the fray early with him, and having made the same mistake, suffered the same fate? Celebrían was waiting for you even then. How do you think she would have taken the news of your demise? What of the children who were waiting for you? They are rare enough for us. Would you change your history and deny them now?
This argument is ridiculous. I have no idea why you continue to prolong it over so many years. Forgive me, meleth nin, for whatever slight or offence you believe I have caused you. It was not cruelly meant. It was not done with any selfish design of my own on your heart or your submission, despite what you believe. I have never taken any action with the intent to trick you. Neither do I laugh at you. I can only continue telling you this until one day you may see the truth of it.
Regarding your pieces of information. This does not 'stop here' as you put it. This never stops, and won't until you relent. Legolas will make his own choices, as must we all, so your attempt to unsettle me has failed there as well.
As for your professed lack of self-control, well that wounds me. You may consider that taunting a success if you think there is any glory for you in it. What have I ever done to deserve your spite, except for love you? I know you well, Elrond, and this kind of behaviour is beneath you.
Ah, Elrondlas, write back, even if it is to chastise me. I should enjoy that, even if you only commit it to paper.
I await you, as always and (seemingly) forever,
Yours,
Thranduil
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Thranduil,
Please stop calling me that pet name. It was never appropriate, and now it is even less so. Surely you see that much?
So you wish for a love letter. What would you have me say? That when my dreams darken, it is because I find you in them? Or perhaps you would rather I satisfy whatever childish infatuation still resides within you? No. That I cannot do.
I enclose a book of the finest love poetry and songs that my library contains. This will have to suffice.
On the subject of your deceit, the point has never been about what my actions may or may not have been. It was not your place to guide me, or to interfere in my decisions. It is the deceit itself, Thranduil, which rouses my ire, and you are quite right. In this I depart from my usual temperament and that disturbs me more than you know.
When you beheld me that day, sobbing by the side of your father, what went through your mind? You saw grief and pain that I could not contain because I had not been expecting it. But you knew. Did it make you feel superior to have had the foreknowledge, to have grieved and mourned almost exclusively in advance? What came next between us should never have happened, not when we were so unequal. Do you not see that this is manipulation of a kind which has no place amongst us, any of us?
But here now, see how you do it again. I have done nothing to spite you, nor will I – ever. I only wished to play. I thought you, of all people, would indulge me.
Elrond,
Imladris
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Elrond,
Very well. You have said what you wish to say. In whatever future awaits us, I shall know how to act with you.
Forgive me.
Thranduil
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