Married To An Elf 21

Married To An Elf

Part 21

Posted: November 9, 2007
Title: Married To An Elf
Author: Inwë Sáralondë

Summary: The twins go and see their father.

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“Has anyone seen either of my sons?”

Elrond’s question was met with shakes of the head from a number of elves, leaving the elf-lord wondering anew where Elladan or Elrohir could be. He sensed that *something* had happened – the tension, the need to tread carefully seemed to have disappeared. And earlier that morning he had seen Galadriel walking in the garden with a more than contented smile on her face, and hope blossomed cautiously in Elrond’s heart that finally his sons had accepted their new roles and were stepping forward united into their future.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Elrond contemplated the day ahead of him. He and Erestor had gone through the revised treaty negotiation the previous day, though not without the advisor adding his usual acerbic comments. After a particular stinging attack on a section of the treaty, Elrond merely said ‘welcome back’, leaving Erestor more than a little perplexed by what he saw as a rather odd comment.

Looking down the table, he noticed that Thranduil, Legolas and Lindir were sitting together, talking amongst themselves. Elrond was not surprised. The king had taken every step possible to assure Lindir that he could not be more pleased with his son’s choice, and was looking forward to welcoming him to Mirkwood when the time came for Legolas to return, bringing his future mate with him. And Thranduil had extolled the musical virtues of Lindir, wasting no time in laughingly informing Elrond that it would be Imladris’ loss and Mirkwood’s gain when the minstrel made his home in Taur-na-Fuin. Elrond bore Thranduil’s jesting with equanimity; nevertheless, he knew that Lindir would be sorely missed by the residents of the Last Homely House.

However, none of that answered the question as to where his sons were. Getting up from his chair, he began making his way out of the dining hall to his study. Whether he liked it or not, he had to deal with the revised treaty, and knew he needed to concentrate on making sure that all parties were appeased.

“Elrond.” Erestor’s voice was quiet, but there was an underlying sense of urgency.

“What is it?”

“Elladan and Elrohir are in your study.”

Elrond’s eyes widened slightly. “How do they appear to you?” he asked carefully.

Erestor gave a brief smile. “I think you will find they are at peace,” he said softly. “Now go; they are waiting for you.”

Elrond did not need to be told twice, but hurried down the corridor. When he reached his study, he paused momentarily, hearing the murmur of voices on the other side. He took a steadying breath before opening the door and stepping inside.

“You came quickly; Erestor was more than prompt in finding you, it seems.” Elladan’s voice held a note of laughter, and Elrond almost sighed in relief in hearing the welcome sound. It had been too long since he had seen a smile gracing the face of either his sons, or heard their laughter.

“I take it all is well?” he asked hopefully.

Elladan and Elrohir shared a look. “We have resolved our differences, and are more comfortable with our destiny,” Elrohir replied, his smile gentle.

“May one enquire…?” Elrond tentatively began, before it dawned on him what exactly it was that had eventuated between his sons. For a moment, he was shocked. He had not anticipated that they would act in such a fashion so quickly. Then he realised that it was probably the *only* action his sons could have taken – it was either all or nothing. In the end, there was only one thing he could say: “I am glad that all has worked out well.”

“So are we, Adar,” Elladan said quietly. The three elves stood for a moment, silently contemplating each other. Then Elrohir spoke.

“I understand Thranduil has arrived to attend Legolas’ betrothal ceremony with Lindir.”

“He has,” Elrond confirmed. “He is currently with Legolas and Lindir as we speak.”

There was a mischievous gleam in Elrohir’s eyes as he turned to Elladan. “He is more than comely, is he not?” he said. Elrond’s eyes widened at his son’s words.

“Aye, he is indeed,” Elladan replied, lips curving into a smile. “I wonder if he would agree to a threesome?”

Elrond’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his sons walked out of his study, their conversation purely about the merits and attributes of the Mirkwood king. Then his face broadened into a smile. Not only was his quick-witted and sharp-tongued advisor back but so, it seems, were his sons. They may have now become lovers, but their wit and mischievousness had not left them, and Elrond began tackling his work in a much lighter frame of mind.

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Elvish translations:

Adar – father
Peredhel – half elf

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