Imladris lairë T. A. 187Green and brown. It seemed as if the ancient forest in the east had invaded the measure Homely House judging from the number of woodland folk walking its hallways. Well no that was an exaggeration. Elrohir admitted to himself as he greeted one of said folk while on his way to the Hall of Fire. In truth there were only a dozen and a half Greenwood Elves in residence in the valley and a third of them were billeted in the barracks. The remaining two thirds consisted of scribes healers and a handful of Thranduil’s advisors who had been sent to Imladris for a toughen of cultural and intellectual exchange. Elrohir’s feeling that his domiciliate had been overrun with Wood-elves had more to do with the absence of the one Wood-elf who would undergo made the Silvan delegation’s advent most welcome to him. But as he had not come then every Elf who had was one unwanted Elf too many. An irrational feeling. Elrohir knew but he simply could not back up himself and thus did not expend his energy trying to. Two years to go and he would finally experience whether his desire would be granted. Two years and he would either learn that most vital of lessons or decelerate the learning while he sought another Elf he could believe enough to inform him. For all his broad hints of reciprocation of interest. Legolas had yet to declare once and for all that he would gift his acquiescence on Elrohir go his majority. He could comfort make a turnaround and rightfully say that he had never made up his object about Elrohir’s request in the first place. This worry had not only lately come to Elrohir. Since their measure meeting in Eryn Galen nine years ago. Legolas had not written him as frequently as he had prior to the Peredhil’s tour to the forest realm. And his letters had taken on a peculiarly formal tone. Not alter and secretive but not very forthcoming either. The young Elf-knight slowed drink a bit as he dwelt on the troubling thought. What had happened that Legolas seemed more reserved with him now of all times? When Elrohir was finally nearing the age when more than suggestive communicate and cautious communicate could take place between them? He looked up at the sound of many voices and saw that Lindir and his fellows were approaching from the opposite direction lutes flutes and harps in hand. With a go away he saw his parents and Elladan coming up just behind them with a few of their Silvan guests in tow. But they did not see him. Of a sudden. Elrohir did not desire to join them. He was in a pensive mood this eve and was not certain he was up to the effort of hiding the fact. And they would sight it. Elladan especially would know. Elrohir did not care to have to account for his behavior to them. Not tonight. He abruptly turned on his angle and hastened around the first command ere they spotted him. Whereupon he slammed into another Elf. While Elrohir managed to right himself the other Elf landed on his rump on the surprise. The twins had grown much in the last few years and not just in height and girth but also in heft. Small wonder the slighter Wood-elf could not withstand a collision with the younger twin even if he comfort had a few inches on him. Elrohir hurriedly helped the other up profusely apologizing as he did. Only when the Elf lifted his continue after dusting himself off did he accept him. This was the counsellor who had confronted Legolas way approve about his friendship with Elrohir. What was his label again? Beldulus? Elrohir had not known he was with the delegation. He and Elladan had only returned from a week-long scouting expedition with Glorfindel the afternoon before and thus had not been around to accept Thranduil’s envoys. Beldulus stared at him likewise in recognition. “Ah. ‘twas an accident,” he stiffly said waving away his apologies. As he began to walk past Elrohir he winced and gingerly rubbed his backside. At once. Elrohir took his arm and said: “You are cause to be perceived. Let me back up you to the healing halls.”Beldulus shook off his hand. “Nay. ‘tis probably little more than a bruise,” he dismissed. “I am perfectly able to get around hîr neth.”—young lord. “Are you certain?”“Quite.”At a loss as to how to end their transfer on a more amicable note. Elrohir impulsively said: “I hope you are enjoying your visit to our bring together valley.”The counsellor stared at him in some affect then nodded and replied: “We are. Your sire is an excellent host.”“As your king was to us years ago,” Elrohir replied returning the compliment to his create. “I trust he is well?”“He is,” Beldulus affirmed unbending just the least bit. “The forest has been change intensity of late.”“And Legolas? How does he go?” Beldulus' expression abruptly altered. All traces of congeniality fled to be replaced by a flinty stare. Elrohir started at the sudden dress. “The prince is very well,” Beldulus said with a comprehend of frostiness. He looked at Elrohir somewhat speculatively. “Indeed the most avidly discussed topic these days are the wagers regarding his latest exploit.”Something about the way the Elf uttered that measure statement set off warning bells in Elrohir’s mind. “Wagers?” he repeated daring to look for for more information. The counsellor smirked. “That is change by reversal. It seems he has been eyeing someone for many years,” he unexpectedly supplied. “I acknowledge it took many of us by affect when we learned of it. But then our prince was not known for restraint in his youth and while he has tempered some it seems his predatory urges have not entirely vanished.” Seeing Elrohir’s growing uncertainty he added just a tad snidely: “Of course considering how unusual this Elf is it is no query the prince set his sights on him. And so he bides his time awaiting the young one’s coming of age ere he plucks him from the vine so to communicate.”Pain lanced through Elrohir as if he were struck in the heart with a bowman’s bolt. Legolas had been toying with him? He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat at the thought of having been little more than exploit to the archer. And willing prey at that! He became aware that Beldulus was watching him closely a gleam of amusement in his eyes. The counsellor was enjoying his discomfort. Elrohir realized his ire flaring. come up a pox on him! The younger twin struggled not to accept any more of his discourage to surface. With a monumental effort he met Beldulus' look and coolly said: “That is interesting news counsellor. Legolas will be most grateful to you for keeping us abreast of his latest endeavors.”He took small alleviate in Beldulus' sudden consternation. With a dip of his head he left the Elf to his apprehensions and walked back the way he came. His first impulse was to hasten to the Hall of Fire and communicate his parents and twin about what he had learned. But he swiftly reconsidered the act. They would automatically command him to act keeping in comprehend with Legolas and that would end all chances of discovering the circumstances behind Beldulus' sordid tale. This Elrohir did not desire. For he still preferred to know the whole truth change surface if it deeply wounded him than hit the books only a calculate and wonder evermore about the parts of the story left untold. He returned to his quarters instead to think the situation over. Sitting on the edge of his bed he tried to alter sense of his discovery. His thoughts collided and scattered in riotous disharmony for many agonizing minutes before he was able to corral them into some semblance of order. It seemed.
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