Title & Chapter Number: This Side of the Anduin 4/6
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.
Do Some Magic
"Fireworks, Gandalf!"
"Not right now, child. Let go of me." Gandalf tried to shake Elladan off from where he had plastered himself to Gandalf's side, arms wrapped around Gandalf's waist, head resting on Gandalf's shoulder.
"Fireworks!"
"Elladan, you are *not* an Elfling any longer," Gandalf said, sternly. "Stop acting as one."
"But, Gandalf," Elladan pouted, leaning in close to the wizard's face and batting his long eyelashes at him, "I'll always be *your* Elfling."
Gandalf scowled. "You brother is right, you are a horrid flirt. Now go play with the other children," and with that Gandalf shoved Elladan off and back into the group of dancing bodies surrounding the barrel of ale.
"Where are the fireworks?" Aragorn asked, as soon as Elladan resumed his earlier position behind the Ranger's body.
"He won't give them to me," Elladan pouted.
Elrohir sighed. "Did you lay all over him and act like a big flirt?"
"He did! I saw him!" Legolas cried.
"Shut up, Legolas!" Elladan spat.
Elrohir patted his brother's back. "Be nice to the pretty Elf."
Elladan muttered something that only Elrohir heard. "That's not nice, Elladan." Elrohir spat back, "He can't help if he's prettier than you."
Aragorn pried Elladan's hands from his hips and turned around. "You know, Elro, if Legolas is prettier than your brother, he's prettier than you too, right?"
Elrohir's jaw dropped opened and he stepped back, confusion and bewilderment on his face.
Elladan and Aragorn burst into giggles.
Legolas just shook his head. "You boys want fireworks? I'll get you fireworks."
Aragorn, by far the drunkest of the night, looked down at Legolas' crotch, watching for the fireworks. Elladan reached over and directed Aragorn's eyes to Gandalf, just as Legolas was approaching him.
~*~*~*~
Gandalf, a firm believer that the twins' ale was the best this side of the Anduin, had opted not to join in the dancing despite a light buzz in his head, and instead to sit quietly and sip his ale with Elrond and the less juvenile of the guests that night. This included Halbarad, who was sufficiently drunk but afraid of dancing or basically anything else that involved the twins. Glorfindel, who was sitting a bit off from the rest of the group, pouting and still wearing his flowery head wreath; Haldir, who was torn between being as close to Legolas as possible and maintaining his dignity; and Elrond, who had loosened up a bit after his fourth cup of ale.
"Gandalf?"
The Wizard looked up from his seat on the bench and met Legolas' eyes. The Mirkwood Elf looked pale and his lips were drawn together in a tight line.
"Legolas? Are you alright? You're not going to be sick, are you?" he asked the Prince.
Legolas scrunched his face up in pain and lowered his eyes. "I don't feel so good," he said, in his weakest voice.
Gandalf reached over and took Legolas' wrist and checked his heartbeat. It was a bit fast, but Legolas had been drinking steadily all night.
Legolas shivered with a chill and leaned against Gandalf for support.
"Here now," Gandalf said, drawing the young Elf onto his lap. "Take a few deep breaths, Legolas."
Legolas did, while taking time to cast a few pleading and pathetic glances in Lord Elrond's direction, before laying his head down on Gandalf's shoulder and closing his eyes.
"You've just a bit too much to drink," Gandalf soothed, rubbing Legolas' back. "You're not used to the Rivendell brew."
"I've had it before."
"Really?" Elrond asked, raising his eyebrows.
Legolas turned a bit red and looked over at Elrond. "On other visits here. Your sons are very gracious hosts."
"I'll bet they are," Elrond replied, casting a suspicious look at his sons.
Now Legolas' stomach really did hurt, at the thought that Elrond was misunderstanding his relationship with the twins. Well, misunderstanding it somewhat. A little. Probably had the whole affair complete figured out. Legolas shivered for real this time.
Haldir, who had been watching the whole scene and trying to figure out how many of his morals would be broken by taking advantage of a drunk and sick Elf, now got up and approached Gandalf and Legolas.
"Legolas," he said, putting a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "You are a rather large package for the old man to handle, don't you think? Here let me take you." Haldir tried to slip his hands under Legolas' arms to pick him up, but Legolas pulled back and buried himself farther into Gandalf's embrace.
Gandalf chuckled. "I don't think he is too much for the old man to handle, thank you , Haldir."
"Gandalf?" Legolas whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"Do you remember when I was younger and I wouldn't feel well and you would do magic for me?" Legolas asked, his voice sounding more pitiful than Gandalf had ever heard.
"Yes, I remember that."
"Can you do some magic for me now?"
Gandalf smiled, remembering a time long past. "Of course, sweetling. What sort of magic would you like me to do?"
"Fireworks."
No one would have believed that Gandalf had that much strength in his body. But nevertheless, he had thrown Legolas on the ground and stood up in a matter of seconds. Legolas hit the ground hard and cried out. When he looked up at Gandalf's darkening face, he scrambled backwards across the ground until Elladan and Aragorn helped him to his feet.
"FIREWORKS!!" Gandalf bellowed. "Of all the stupid…" And here Gandalf went into a stream of words from a language that no one knew, not even Elrond.
Aragorn and the twins flinched and pulled back, but Legolas stood tall, rubbing the back of his wounded head.
When Gandalf had finished his spiting and cursing, Legolas merely smiled at him. "Fine, Gandalf, but you have to give me some credit for putting on such a good show."
"I don't have to give you anything!" Gandalf told him, shaking a finger at Legolas for emphasis.
"I'd like some fireworks, Gandalf," Haldir said, looking first at Gandalf with an expectant smile, and then at Legolas with a very wicked smile.
"I would too," Halbarad joined in.
"It'd be better than the watching the four of them," Glorfindel gestured toward Legolas, Aragorn and the twins, "dance and maul each other, like we've been doing."
"We have not been mauling each other," Elladan pointed out.
"We are saving that for later," Elrohir continued.
Elrond groaned. "Oh please, Gandalf, can we have some fireworks?" he pleaded, loathing the day that his sons had gone through *the change*.
"Fine, but this does not excuse your little act, Legolas," Gandalf scowled. "You will get your punishment later."
Legolas nodded in acceptance. Elladan smacked his ass and said, "Way to go, Mirkwood bitch."
Elrond put his head in his hands and said, "Please, Gandalf, the fireworks, the fireworks."
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