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The Dance On Water	By : redkiwi Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After many minutes of sitting in silent meditation within the library, Erestor could hear the muffled voices of a librarian assisting someone amongst the seemingly endless collection of books, manuscripts, scrolls and archives of the extensive Imladris library. The researcher's voice boomed out, though in whisper, the sensitive hearing of the elves a fair finer instrument then was the quietest level of a man's voice.
Erestor stood to leave as he saw the librarian and the researcher walk past him, one's voice was silent, even to Erestor's ears, while the other's voice continued in its loud manner. Slowly, and thoughtlessly he made his way back to his office. His door was locked, and as he searched in his empty pocket, Erestor realized that in his preoccupation, he had mindlessly left his key within his office. Cursing to himself for his inattention and lapse of mind, he turned to obtain his spare key that he kept within his study. Although Erestor rarely ever lost his calm, his inner dialogue continued to complain at the inconvenience of his slip of mind.
He hadn't taken many steps though, when the sounds of mixed voices belonging to Elladan and Elrohir and one whose voice he hadn't hear for years brought him from his trance. He looked up to see Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas walking towards him.
"Erestor, is father in his office?" Elrohir asked when he had noticed Erestor in the corridor, posture straight though eyes stormy and disturbed.
"Elladan, Elrohir." Erestor warmly stated. "It is good to see and have you back within Imladris, and home from your crusade. My heart fills with joy to see that you have returned unhurt from your escapades."
The twins, who had cleaned up after they had parted ways with Legolas, returned the friendly greeting to Erestor. Erestor then turned his attention to Legolas, smiling before he greeted him.
"And welcome to Imladris, Legolas. I did not know that you were to make a visit to our valley. It is with great joy that I great you."
Both bowed respectively to each other. Erestor hadn't seen Legolas since he had journeyed to Greenwood years ago when he had been sent by Elrond to discuss relations with Thranduil's kingdom. Erestor had rather enjoyed his stay with Thranduil and his children, and had found Legolas to be a delightful youth.
"How is your family? How was your journey?"
"They are well, Counselor Erestor. My father sends his greetings to you, as well as several letters about the affairs of Greenwood. The journey was long, but fortunately we did not encounter any troubles or hindrances on our way."
"It is a delight to see you again, and I do hope you enjoy your stay within our valley. Have you been shown a room yet to stay during your visit here with us?"
"Yes I have. That courtesy was most welcome by my weary escort and me. Elladan and Elrohir were kind enough to show me where I am to stay."
Erestor gave an amused, yet surprised look to the twins who so many years ago he had served as a tutor to.
"Come then and let us see if Elrond is in his office, for you must wish to complete your duties soon, else you may not have this task again."
They followed Erestor, who led them into Elrond's office without a knock for invitation.
"Elrond, you have visitors." Erestor announced when he stepped into the office.
Elrond turned at hearing Erestor's voice, and grinned when he saw that his sons were back home, and away from the dangers and distance that the road and sorrows from painful memories brought between them at times.
"Elladan, Elrohir!" Elrond called as he rose from behind his desk to greet them. "For too long were you two gone from the safety of our haven here! Sit and tell me about your last two weeks, though spare me any details that would bring unease to me tonight."
But then Elrond stopped speaking to his sons when he noticed the unfamiliar stranger who stood somewhat behind his two sons, as if he were shading himself from his direct line of sight. Elrond turned his attention to where Erestor had been standing for an introduction, but he had already exited to his own office through the connecting door between the two rooms.
"Lord Elrond." Legolas stepped forth, voice even and clear, holding the letters that bore the official seal of his father, the King of Greenwood. "I bring greetings to you from King Thranduil and I bring his letters." He bowed politely before he handed Elrond the letters, wrapped and sealed beneath the symbol of his house.
"Thank you, and I welcome you to Imladris, messenger from afar." Elrond accepted the letters from Legolas' outstretched hand, then returned back to his desk where he sat the letters down. He looked at his sons, whom he then dismissed.
"Elladan, Elrohir. Instruct the cooks to prepare a special meal for our guests and kin from Greenwood, for it is not often that we have guests from the Woodland Realm. " Elrond hated sending them off so soon, but the protocol of duty meant that before visiting with his sons, he first had to receive the messenger from the Woodland-King.
He continued speaking after his sons had left his office.
"Please have a seat." He pointed to a chair in front of his desk.
Elrond studied the messenger as he seated himself on the edge of his desk. His splendid facial features were uncannily similar to Thranduil's, causing Elrond to believe that perhaps this was the King's youngest son who was in his office. He had never seen Thranduil's youngest child, but many had told him that his youngest son looked very similar to him.
Alone of Thranduil's children it was only Legolas who had inherited his father's silver hair, while Thranduil's two older sons and daughter had inherited their late mother's dark raven hair. Besides having the same silver hair as Thranduil, the messenger's eyes were the same shade of green as Thranduil's. The irises were a light green in the centre around the pupils that turned to a darker green at the edges of the circle. Specks of silver were sprinkled around the irises, which complemented the mithril hue of his hair. Only Thranduil and Oropher had eyes like that, so Elrond easily could deduce that this was Legolas before him.
Legolas seated himself and he kept his attention on the Lord of Imladris. He had never before met the fabled Elrond, although his father had told him much about him. Thranduil held Elrond in high regard, and Legolas was glad to finally met him. Although he was nervous, he could sense that Elrond was a kind and wise soul, just as the tales he had heard from his father about him.
"If I am not too bold in saying, you remind me of your King in appearance. In fact, the resemblance is uncanny. You are not the usual messenger that Thranduil sends. My I have your name?"
"I am Legolas, and I am Thranduil's youngest son." Legolas confirmed Elrond's assumption before continuing, explaining better why he had made the journey here.
"I requested from my father to allow me to make this trip to Imladris. The messenger that he usually sends, unfortunately, was injured on his last errand to Lake-Town. He was unable to make this trip, so I asked my father to send me in his stead to deliver the letters to Imladris. I have always wanted to see other lands, since I do not travel much, so naturally I could not refuse this opportunity to visit Imladris. Your valley is most beautiful, Lord Elrond, far more than I could have ever imagined."
"I am glad you like what you see, Legolas, and I am honored to have you as a guest within my home. Know that you may stay as long as you wish, as an honored guest, although only if your father has granted you such privilege."
"I intend on staying for awhile, my lord. My father told me to inform you that an immediate response is not required for those letters. I am only to return back to his halls once you and your counselors have finalized the response documents."
Elrond smiled at Legolas, though he wondered if Thranduil had actually granted his son such leisure in Imladris. He had always heard that Thranduil was most protective over his youngest child. He wondered and hoped that Thranduil had sent a letter explaining this situation better.
"Well then you must be weary after such a journey. I will have you shown to room for your stay." Elrond stated as he rose from the corner of his desk.

"Your sons have already shown my escort and me our chambers."
"You must have impressed them indeed." Elrond shook his head in disbelief at hearing of the hospitality that his sons had shown to the Greenwood elves. "I hope they picked a suitable room to your liking. I can always arrange for another room if the one you have is not to your liking."
"There really is no need for that, my lord. The room they picked for me is quite expansive and luxurious. I suspect that they gave me royal suite, since I am Thranduil's son. Although I appreciate their thoughtfulness, a simpler room would have suited me just fine."
"Allow us to accommodate you, Legolas. You are an honored guest in my home and I want only your comfort while you are here with us." Elrond stopped as he noticed the fatigue that showed through Legolas' eyes and body language.
"We should speak later, for I can see the fatigue in your eyes. Allow me to accompany you to your chamber where you should rest before the evening meal."
The two stepped out of Elrond's office where Elladan and Elrohir were waiting, having already told the cooks to prepare the special meal for their guests.
"Father, allow us to escort Legolas to his chambers, for you probably wish to read through the letters that King Thranduil sent." Elrohir offered.
Elrond smiled while he watched his sons and Legolas walk down the corridor to the wing where the guest suites were located. "Oh you have defiantly made an impression on them, Legolas."
He shook his head as he could clearly read the interest that was held within their eyes towards the very attractive Greenwood prince. “He is too much like his father.” Elrond laughed to himself.
Elrond watched for a while as his sons walked on either side of Legolas as they headed towards the main hall, before he stepped back into his office where he seated himself behind his desk. He undid the ribbon that held the documents together and broke open the red-waxed seal of the first letter. The elegant fluid handwriting of Thranduil's filled half the page of a personal letter addressed to him:
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"Salutations Elrond,
I have sent my youngest son Legolas to you as a messenger and as a guest. He is allowed to stay for the duration of time that you require to respond to the documents that I have sent to you. As Legolas was overtly excited about his visit to your valley, I am not requesting that neither you nor your counselors respond promptly to our ongoing diplomatic correspondences with which the various documents address.
Please send immediate word to me once Legolas has arrived safely within your valley, for as his father, I do worry about his wellbeing. And please, I ask of this personally, keep a close eye on Legolas. He is an adventurous free spirit, and I cannot help but think that perhaps he somehow may within your peaceful valley initiate some sort of trouble, unintentional of course, but trouble nonetheless. I thank you for the hospitality for which I know you will bestow upon my cherished child.
Sincerely,
Thranduil."
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Elrond couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he reread the lines that dealt with the supposed trouble that Legolas may cause while in Imladris.
"What insight you have, Thranduil. Legolas has initiated trouble, trouble in the personification of my twin sons."
Elrond thought as he placed the letter aside, humored but wondering what Thranduil had written within the numerous response letters that were pilled on his desk. He reached into his desk where he pulled out clean paper and his quill to compose a letter back to Thranduil, informing the Woodland King that indeed his son had arrived safely to Imladris. After a few minutes Elrond had finished the letter that he handed off to his secretary who would see to the letter's deliverance to Greenwood.
Now that that task was completed, Elrond remember that he had wanted to speak with Erestor. He still needed to discuss with Erestor what he had wanted to from earlier in the day. He rose from behind his desk and walked into the adjoining office. Elrond announced himself to Erestor by knocking gently on the door, and he sat himself down in front of Erestor as he had done earlier that morning.
"I received the finished reports and summaries from Maeron. He is rather concerned about you, and asked me to see how you were doing.” Elrond studied Erestor as he spoke. He noted that Erestor still looked troubled, but his deep grey eyes looked defiant, as if he little wanted to talk.
“I assume you went to speak with Glorfindel?" The question was more of a statement, as Elrond continued to study Erestor. Deciding to get right to the point before Erestor could simply dismiss him, Elrond dove right in the matter that concerned him.
"Erestor, listen to what I have to say to you. You must open up to him. Glorfindel will be patient with you, and it would be wise for you to not fight your feelings anymore. I can see this conflict in you, my friend. You have an interest in him, and I have decided not to turn a blind eye to this. Allow Glorfindel to befriend you, and then see where your friendship goes from there. It might be that there is something more than just friendship in store for you both. You do not have to rush into this. You can take it slowly with Glorfindel. Despite what you have heard, he can be patient and he can be gentle. Glorfindel is a very caring person. He will be a good friend to you."
Elrond's words were similar to the words that he had spoken earlier to Glorfindel.
Erestor smiled outwardly to Elrond's words, but he frowned from within. He doubted that Elrond know the true extent to which his feelings ran towards Glorfindel. It wasn't just friendship that he sought after, but also his love. Could he be happy with just the first but not the former? He honestly doubted that he could.

"Such truth you speak Elrond. But what I want, he could never give me. No, it would be best if I did not encourage this."
Although he had once intended to speak with Glorfindel, now the uncertainty of the future beckoned to him, and he had decided to withdraw in his hesitation. Should he even try to approach Glorfindel, for he knew that Glorfindel would never want to form a lasting relationship? Glorfindel never did. What would make him so different?
He looked at Elrond, and waited for his Lord to convince him otherwise. Elrond had always supported him when problems had occurred in his life, and he had always found Elrond's words to be soothing and true.
"You have deeper feelings for Glorfindel then just friendship, this I can see. You are afraid of losing your heart?"
Elrond paused while Erestor confirmed his assumptions.
"My friend, you have already lost your heart to Glorfindel, so fear this not. However, I understand why you would want to tread with caution. Glorfindel is known for his countless relationships, and you fear that you will just be another name added to that long list, and this is a fate that you wish to avoid. You are afraid that he will recklessly toy with your emotions and heart, and you doubt that you would be able to live through that."
Elrond watched as a sole tear glistened in his friend's eyes, signifying to him that he had touched a part of Erestor's soul.
It was true that Erestor only confided in him, but Elrond was still surprised at just how quickly and easily he had unearthed the emotions that were walled within his heart. How he wanted for Erestor to find love again, but he hated to encourage him to seek out Glorfindel if he would indeed only toy with Erestor's heart. Despite Glorfindel's gentleness and his care for others, the matters of his heart was entirely another matter all together.
When it came to love, Elrond knew that Glorfindel was very complicated. He knew that there had been one whom Glorfindel had fallen in love with long ago, but that love had been forced to end by circumstances that were beyond his and the other's control. Elrond knew that this had greatly impacted Glorfindel, even more than Glorfindel had ever wished to acknowledge. It had caused his heart to harden, and it had caused him to fear giving himself away in love again.
Without knowing Glorfindel's mindset regarding Erestor, Elrond knew that he would have to speak with Glorfindel. Something about Glorfindel's earlier actions had struck Elrond. Slowly the pieces to the puzzle of his two friends' behavior were coming together.
“The choice is ultimately yours to make, Erestor. Life is full of choices and of taking risks. Sometimes the only way to find your happiness is to step out on the most difficult of journeys. I can only say that you need to make your decision soon. You will either have to confront Glorfindel, or you will have to forget your feelings.”
Elrond sighed, hating that he could not give better advice to Erestor. He simply didn't know just what Glorfindel's own motives were with his sudden interest with Erestor. He needed to speak with Glorfindel himself to try to figure this all out.
“Thank you for your words Elrond.” Erestor stated. Even though Elrond's were rang true, and he knew that he must follow his Lord's advice, he no longer wished to converse with Elrond any longer.
Elrond could see the fatigue within Erestor's eyes, and he could sense that Erestor wanted him to leave. Complying with Erestor's silent request, Elrond stood to leave.
"Well my friend, I will leave you to your thoughts."

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