Title & Chapter Number: This Side of the Anduin 3/6
Author(s): - Author's Index
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. They are the work of the Masterful Tolkien. Tolkien's the man! This story, however, is all mine. I make no money off of this and probably should be working on something where I might actually make some money…but here ya' go.
Warnings: Slash, Drunken behavior, Humor, Mild Angst
Betas: Larian & Fireheart
Cast: Elrond, Glorfindel, Aragorn, Halbarad, Gandalf, Haldir, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir
Timeline: TA-AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: It's the Midsummer Feast in Rivendell. Everyone gathers for the celebration. The twins plan mischief.
Notes: This is a Waters-of-Cuivienen Fest challenge which read…"Plot: Elves and mischief abound at the annual Summer Festival at Rivendell/Imladris. Describe." I meant for this to be a short little ficlet. The twins weren't happy until everyone had gotten laid. And Glorfindel and Elrond wanted to be a bit angsty, despite that I was really going for humor here. I have warped the characters into a bunch of frat boys, so be forewarned on that. Also, this is my first time writing Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Halbarad and the Twins. Many, many thanks and praises to my betas, Cristine and Larian. And also thanks to my superhero leader, ConspiracyX, for answering my every beck and call. This one's for Menel.
Honey Oil
Elrond stood before his dressing mirror, trying to fasten the brooch that clasped the collar of his dress robes together. He had slept little last night. Aragorn had returned to Rivendell and his sons had seemed a bit too happy over the prospect for Elrond's liking. As if the Ranger running about with that haughty Elf from Mirkwood wasn't bad enough, the Man still held the favor of Lord Elrond's one and only daughter, and he was loathe to allow his sons to hold such a favor as well.
Not to mention the other thing that had occurred last night. Elrond knew it was none of his business what his advisors did on their own free time, but he had put all his faith and trust for his people in one set of hands, and the head that went with those hands seemed to be not quite as sharp as Elrond had always believed.
Glorfindel. Never one for foolish fancies or casual coupling (or so Elrond had always thought). But now it seemed that somehow, despite watching the human grow before his very eyes, Glorfindel, too, had fallen under the Ranger's spell.
Men. Why do Elves always seem to have a weakness for Men? Lord Elrond felt himself shudder at the image of Glorfindel slipping quietly out of the Ranger's room last night, clad in only his leggings. Glorfindel had not known that he was being watched, but Elrond had seen and with that his last hope that he had any sensible Elves left in Middle-Earth with him, had faded.
And now he had the MidSummer Feast to deal with. He was torn between hoping that his sons infamous *brew* had somehow gotten watered down, to hoping that they just drank quickly and slept long. He could not handle another incident of Elladan insisting that he could fly and jumping from a tree, successfully breaking his leg and gaining the pity of every available Elf maiden (and more than a few Elf lads as well).
There came a knock at his door, and unlike yesterday, this time he responded in a calm manner. "Come in."
The door opened softly and Elrond saw Glorfindel in the mirror behind him.
"My Lord? They are getting restless."
Elrond finished closing his collar and turned to face his friend. "They will have to wait a bit longer then, won't they?" he asked.
Glorfindel smiled at him and Elrond relaxed a bit. "You really do hate this Feast, don't you?" he asked.
Elrond sighed. "Tell me one good thing that has come from this celebration since my sons came of age, Glorfindel?"
Glorfindel looked thoughtful and tucked few stray hairs behind his ear. At last he sighed, admitting defeat.
"You see?" Elrond teased. "It is like they all go mad for this one day and I am the only sensible one around to clean it up. I find it highly unfair that Mirkwood sends its trouble to me, when they have never taken my trouble *from* me."
"To be fair, my Lord, if your sons were to go to Mirkwood, *alone*, and celebrate with Prince Legolas under Thranduil's watchful eye, I can guarantee you they would not return."
Elrond smiled at Glorfindel. "Exactly."
Glorfindel snorted. "And besides, I take offense at not being considered *sensible*. I am very sensible."
"Hmm," Elrond pretended to concentrate on that for a moment. "Correct me if I am wrong, and I rarely am, but wasn't there some incident involving you and a tree that came about after drinking with my sons one night?"
Glorfindel's mouth fell open and he blushed from head to toe. "I didn't…You…You knew all this time?"
"I make it my business to know everything about my people, Glorfindel. Including their…*preferences*."
An awkward silence fell over the room, while Glorfindel studied his toes very, *very* carefully.
"Clasp my chain?" Elrond asked, at last breaking the silence.
Glorfindel looked up and saw his Lord holding out a silver chain with a simple star charm attached. He nodded and Elrond turned so that Glorfindel might drape the necklace across him and clasp it from behind.
This of course required Glorfindel to lean in close to his Lord, and well, he had to breathe, so it really wasn't his fault that he picked up on the scent that Elrond wore.
"Honey oil," he breathed, unaware that he was so close that he whispered it into Elrond's ear.
Elrond spun around sharply and looked at Glorfindel with a mixture of shock and amusement on his face. "Were you *sniffing* of me, Glorfindel?"
"I…No…I…You…" And once again, Glorfindel blushed from head to toe.
Elrond clasped his friend's shoulder. "Now let us make for the Feast, my friend. You have lifted my spirits immensely. I may even have a bit of my sons' ale. Come, Glorfindel." And with that, Elrond strode from the room, leaving Glorfindel to wait for his heartbeat to return to normal.
~*~*~*~
"I will not wear one of those!" Elrohir said, forcefully.
"I will," Elladan countered, grabbing the flowery head wreath from Haldir's hand, and batting his eyelashes at the Golden Elf.
"You are such a flirt!" Elrohir scowled, shoving his brother.
"And you," Elladan said, tapping his brother's head for emphasis, "are a tease."
From somewhere behind them Aragorn snorted. The brothers quickly spun on their heels and looked at Aragorn as if he was an Orc that had just wandered into their lands unnoticed.
"You would be well advised," Elladan started.
"To stay out of this!" Elrohir finished.
"Um, gentlemen," Haldir interrupted, "I could really care less if you wear one of these. Your sister told me to bring them to you, so I have. What you do with them is your choice."
Legolas came up beside Haldir and grabbed two of the head wreaths. (The Lady Arwen had made them as presents for her family and friends to wear during the Feast and had sent them with Haldir along with specific instructions to make sure that everyone wore one, despite Haldir's protesting that such a thing was beneath him. "A lot of things that you do are beneath you, Haldir. Or above you." Here she had stopped to giggle. "But I have it on good authority that you will do *anything* to get out of your duties this year." And it was here that Haldir had grabbed the head wreaths from her hands and stomped off.)
"I think they are very pretty," Legolas said.
Haldir smiled at him. "I shall pass that along to the Lady Arwen," he replied, trying to bring a smile to the beautiful Prince's lips.
"You don't get two, Legolas," Halbarad said.
Legolas flashed a wicked grin at him and shook his head. "Oh no, of course not. This one is for the Lord Elrond to wear."
"What am I wearing?" Elrond asked, appearing out of the trees and into the glade that they had picked as their own private spot for celebration.
Legolas' face lit up and he bounded over to Elrond. 'This," he proclaimed, holding out the wreath. "It's from Arwen."
The Prince was rocking on his feet, his eyes lit up. Elrond looked skeptically at the head dressing. "I am to wear this?" he asked, quite sure that he heard Glorfindel snicker from behind him.
"Yes," Legolas said, leaning in closer. "It's a good color for your eyes."
The Prince looked full of excitement and was holding out the wreath with an air of great expectancy about him that Elrond found it hard to deny him. "Well, if Arwen wishes me to wear one, I suppose I shall have to."
Legolas clapped his hands.
"But," Elrond continued, "only if Glorfindel wears one too."
Glorfindel sighed. "It's because I laughed, isn't it?"
Elrond turned and smiled over his shoulder at Glorfindel. "Among other things."
"Oh. What other things?" Elladan asked, smiling wickedly.
"Never mind," Glorfindel shot at him, while taking the offered head wreath from Legolas.
Elrond too reached for his wreath, but Legolas pulled it from his grasp. "Allow me, my Lord," he said, and then placed the wreath on Elrond's head and bowed low.
This seemed to amuse the twins to no end and even Aragorn seemed to be giggling over something. Elrond narrowed his eyes wondering if they had started the drinking all ready.
"Gandalf," the Lord of Rivendell called out.
Gandalf, who had been standing in the background watching the scene before him, stepped out into the open glade. "My Lord?"
Elrond nodded at him. "Bring forth the wine."
Several hoots and hollers came from the group but Elrond ignored them. Gandalf reached under the flaps of his robe and produced two bottles of Paladin Took's best red wine.
Elrond took them from him and held them in the air. "Then let the MidSummer Feast begin!"
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