Honey In The Wrong Places

Honey In The Wrong Places

Posted: March 16, 2007
Title: Honey In The Wrong Places
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Fandom: Tolkien
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrohir/Legolas, Elladan, Elrond
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine.
Timeline: Imladris, 25th October 3018

Summary: The night before the Council of Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir ‘returned out of the wild unlooked for’. This takes place the next morning, moments before the Council.

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Elrohir awoke with a start at the sound of a single clear bell ringing through the house. He swore as he saw the sun already well risen, and flung back the bedcovers, exposing the long, lithe body at his side, still deep in sated slumber. “Legolas!” he hissed, shaking him. “Wake up! ‘Tis time for the Council!”

After so long apart, and their wholly unexpected reunion, he had loved Legolas long and well the previous night. As a result, they had both slept late, and there was now no time to bathe or even wash. He dressed swiftly, pulling a brush through his hair and braiding it roughly, and shook Legolas again. “Wake!” he urged.

Without waiting for his soulmate to rouse – he could not be late – he opened the bedroom door and stepped out into the corridor straight into Elladan’s path. His twin gazed at him, then his mouth quirked in a smile.

“Well? What is it?” Elrohir demanded.

Elladan grinned widely. “Nothing. Good morning, little brother. Shall we go down to father’s Council?” His gaze slid past Elrohir to the bed, and he grinned again. “I take it Legolas will be joining us later?”

“He – ahh – yes, perhaps.” Elrohir smiled at sweet – and sticky – memories. “Come on, El!”

They hurried down to the terrace where the Council was to be held and paused on the threshold as other guests entered. Legolas, flushed and dishevelled, joined them just in time. “You could have woken me!” he hissed furiously into Elrohir’s ear.

Elrond stood as he greeted each of his guests, then stopped as his gaze fell on his son and his mate. He smiled, then drew them a little to one side. “Elrohir. Legolas. Good morning.” He smiled again. “You both appear to have honey in your hair …”

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THE END

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