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The Robe of the Golden Flower.

Part One.

The three young Elves, who were returning from a night of wine drinking,
singing and tall tale telling around the campfire of the group of Rangers
patrolling the road to the ford, rode hard for the gates of Rivendell, eagerly
anticipating the dry clothes and warm beds that awaited them. The rain, sensing
it was about to lose its prey, pelted down even harder, the needle like
raindrops gaining even more access to their bodies as the icy cold breeze
whipped their cloaks open.

On reaching their haven, they dismounted quickly and sent their horses on to
the stables with whispered words of thanks. By mutual agreement, Legolas and
Elrohir had agreed with Elladan that rather than risk Elrond's ire by traipsing
through the hallway to their chambers with water dripping from their hair,
their cloaks, their clothes... in fact everywhere the rain had soaked them, it
would be prudent to leave their wet garments by the large cooking hearth.

"I can not remember a time when I have been quite so cold!" exclaimed
Elladan as he pushed the door to the kitchen open and hurried to stand before
the low burning embers, hastily removing all he wore, except for his leggings.
These were wet and clinging as well, but modesty prevented him from undressing
further.

"Nor can I!" agreed Elrohir, his teeth chattering as he began to
shiver slightly. He removed his tunic and shirt, exposing his bare skin to the
air warmed only marginally by the fire. Seeing his brother's discomfort,
Elladan quickly added a few logs to the grate, and soon the room was lit with
the warmth and dull red glow of the dancing flames.

"Here, these may help," said Legolas, who had also stripped down to his
leggings and was now roughly drying his hair with one of the cotton table
covers he found folded on a dresser near the door. His companions accepted the
makeshift towels gratefully, and soon all three were much drier, and warmer.

"What I really need is a nice warm bath, but I do not want to move from
here," said Elrohir whose skin had started to look less blue and more its
usual pale cream colour as he sat close to the fire.

"A goblet of Adar's favourite red wine would also be of great assistance
in warming us from the inside," added Elladan wistfully, as he sat next to
Elrohir and instinctively placed an arm around his brother's shoulders, the
bodily contact giving them both some extra warmth.

"I am not going to Adar's study to get it!" Elrohir declared
sullenly, as two pairs of mischievous eyes, shining brightly due to the
evening's revelries, met a slightly duller, yet more sober pair.

"No one asked you to, mellon nin. Allow me,"
offered Legolas, wrapping the table cover around his nakedness as he disappeared
into the darkened hallway.

"I hope Adar does not awaken and catch him, you know we are forbidden to
help ourselves to that particular wine collection," said Elrohir.

"Do not be concerned, Legolas can take care of himself. Besides, I wager
he has had a little practice at helping himself to Thranduil's favourite
vintages at some point. His Adar has excellent taste," said Elladan
reassuringly.

"And our Adar is unlikely to punish our guest, as he would us, should he
be caught," added Elrohir with a wicked gleam in his eye, his spirits
suddenly restored.

*******

Legolas had indeed once been found, without permission, in Thranduil's study,
tasting his wine. The incident occurred one night after a formal feast, many
years ago when he was still a child. He had asked to be allowed to partake of a
small glass of wine as his elders did, but Thranduil gently, but firmly
refused, claiming he could not do so until he had reached his majority.

"You would not like the taste anyway," Thranduil told him with an
amused smile in his eyes.

Legolas had seemingly accepted his Adar's decision, but later that night, he
crept silently into the study where Thranduil's favourite bottles of wine were
stored, and poured himself a goblet of Dorwinion, which he knew to be the
King's favourite. He had taken but a sip, when the elder Elf entered the room,
seeking a bedtime story to take and read to his son. Instead of a finding a
book, all he found was a very guilty looking young Elf frantically trying to
hide a wine goblet behind his back.

Rather than be furious, as his son expected, the King waited a few moments and
then burst out laughing as the delicately shaped nose wrinkled with disgust as
Legolas finally swallowed the mouthful of bitter tasting liquid. Thranduil took
the goblet from the small, trembling hands, placed it on the desk and lifted
the child into his arms.

"I am sorry, Adar... I did not mean to do it... I just wanted to taste the
wine... "sobbed Legolas, his eyes filled with the
fear of his Adar's wrath.

"I know. You are a very impatient young Elf. But answer me this, do you
like the wine?" asked Thranduil as he settled into his armchair, with
Legolas on his lap.

"Nay, you spoke truly. It was not very nice at all. Maybe I will like it
when I am older," admitted the young elf as he snuggled against his Adar's
chest and breathed a delicate sigh of relief, thinking the only punishment was
to be the still bitter taste in his mouth. It was not punishment Thranduil had
in mind at all.

"Possibly. Now, shall we ma pac pact? You will
promise to never again enter my study, nor try to drink my wine without
permission, and in return, I promise that, each year on your conception day, I
will allow you a small glass of wine." Legolas grimaced thinking he was being
punished after all. Thranduil laughed and kissed the tiny nose. "Do not be
afraid, for there are many sweetly flavoured fruit wines that I am sure you
will like. And on the day of your majority, we wcelecelebrate with a special
bottle that I am saving for just that occasion. Will you make this vow?"
asked Thranduil.

"I promise, Adar," answered the child, his attempt at being serious
deteriorating into a fit of giggles as, with astonishing strength, small arms
encircled Thranduil's neck and hugged tight.

Legolas smiled as he recalled the incident, and the fact that he thoroughly
enjoyed the bottle of wine that he and Thranduil had shared to celebrate his
coming of age.

******

Leaving the past to dissolve back into the mists of time, Legolas's thoughts
returned to his present task as he neared the richly carved wooden doors of
Elrond's study. Holding his 'robe' with one hand so that it did not fall, he
silently opened the door. Sensing that the room was empty he made straight for
the wine cabinet that he could easily see in the pale moonlight that filtered
in through the balcony doors. He quickly selected a bottle he knew to be a
favourite of those waiting for him in the kitchen and as he turned to leave he
was stopped by the icy glare of Elrond as he stood framed in the doorway.

"What are you doing, Legolas?" demanded the lore master, as if he was
speaking to one of his own sons. He walked over to where the younger Elf stood,
stopping a few paces in front of him, and stood with his arms folded across his
chest as he awaited a reply. Legolas could not seem to speak and so said
nothing, although he felt as guilty as he when he had been caught by Thranduil
so long ago. He had grown quite fond of the twin's Adar, looking upon him as
kin, and knew that the feeling was mutual.

"Bring that here!" Elrond demanded, pointing to the bottle of wine.
Legolas moved to comply, but as he did, he tripped on the corner of the table
cover he was almost wearing and fell unceremoniously into Elrond's arms,
knocking them both to the floor. By some feat of magic, or so it seemed, the
elder Elf caught the bottle before it shattered, only to have a bare-chested
Legolas fall on top of him. Elrond groaned with dismay as he saw that
Glorfindel had just happened to choose that moment to pass by the open door.
The golden elf smiled wickedly at the amusing sight of his lord lying beneath a
near naked, and very fair featured young elf, and a bottle of very good wine in
his hand.

"Elrond, I would haxpecxpected you to be far more discreet, you could at
least have closed the door," he teased as he reached for the door handle
to do it himself. Legolas felt the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks as
Elrond hurriedly disentangled himself and ordered Glorfindel to enter the room
immediately.

"This s not what it seems, and well you know it!" Elrond said
angrily, glaring furiously at his smirking friend. Glorfindel truthfully held
no doubt in his mind that none other than Celebr�an would ever be held as a
lover in Elrond's arms, nonetheless he relished the opportunity to tease his
friend, as well as the young Thranduilion.

"It seems to be a lover's tryst to my experienced eye, but if not, then
what is it?" asked Glorfindel in his honey sweet voice that dripped with
feigned scepticism as he raised one eyebrow in mock disbelief at the scene he
had just witnessed. He noticed Legolas was now shivering slightly so he
generously removed his outer robe and handed it to the younger elf who nodded his gratitude and quickly covered his bare chest
with the still warm garment.

To Elrond's chagrin, Glorfindel was enjoying the situation far too much, so
rather than answer immediately, the lord of Rivendell took some time to open
the bottle of wine he had rescued and poured them all a glass. His calm outward
appearance hid his struggle to control his anger and embarrassment, but he
smiled encouragingly at Legolas as the young Elf gratefully accepted the
offered drink and took a large gulp to settle his nerves before he spoke.

"I am to blame for this compromising situation, and I humbly beg your
forgiveness, Lord Elrond," he said lowering his head respectfully.
"There was nothing untoward occurring, Lord Glorfindel, you have my word.
I was simply seeking some wine to warm my blood," he added, thinking to take
the blame on himself.

"You had but to ask," replied Elrond, his words of acceptance making
Legolas feel even more ashamed of his behaviour.

"I thought you were with Elladan and Elrohir, at the Rangers' camp. Did
they

not come back with you?" Glorfindel asked, staring deeply into the young
Elf's eyes. After many long years as the twins' tutor, and a regular visitor to
Mirkwood, Glorfindel knew all three young Elves well enough to infer that
Legolas would not have come to Elrond's study unless at the behest of his
friends.

"Ai, we arrived barely an hour ago," answered Legolas honestly.
Glorfindel nodded slightly in approval as he determined that Legolas spoke only
the truth.

"Then are my sons not also wet and bedraggled?" asked Elrond, aware
of Glorfindel's suspicions, and agreeing with him entirely. Elladan and Elrohir
had most likely asked Legolas to fetch the wine, knowing full well Elrond's
restrictions.

"Ai," whispered Legolas "They are waiting for me by the kitchen
hearth."

"Then that is where I will expect to find them," said Glorfindel.
"You should try and get some rest Elrond; I will tell the twins that you
will speak to them in the morning. For now they should retire and recover from
their escapades this evening."

"Many thanks, mellon nin. And you, Legolas,
should go to your chamber and take a nice hot bath. It will help you recover
from the stress caused by Glorfindel's mistaken impression of our
behaviour," said Elrond, in a voice that indicated his inner calm had been
restored. It was a command, and Legolas recognised it as such.

"As you wish. I bid you a good night, my lord
Elrond," he said. As he turned to leave, he felt a strong, yet comforting
arm being placed around his shoulders.

"I meant you no harm, it was just a bit of fun," said Glorfindel as
he leaned close to whisper into Legolas's ear.

"Such 'fun' as you name it is nothing I have not come to expect from you,
my lord," replied Legolas with a brilliant smile. "I admit that at
first I was quite taken aback by your accusation until I realised you were
teasing Lord Elrond. No damage has been done, and I am no longer angry with
you. Let us consider it nothing more than an interesting experience,"
conceded Legolas.

"Then I trust you will heed your lesson and simply ask for what you
desire?" Legolas merely nodded. "Then I bid you good night,"
said Glorfindel kissing him in a fatherly fashion on the brow as they parted at
the door.

"Sleep well. I will return your robe in the morning, if it pleases you my
lord Glorfindel," Legolas said as he headed towards the guest chamber,
unaware that two pairs of eyes had widened in shock at witnessing such tender
familiarity between their friend and their tutor.
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