#firstprinceelladan

Standing a speaking to Elrohir, you would find his eyes to be like those of cold steel.  He is hard and closed off, keeping many thoughts and secrets to himself.  And yet, he is the first to speak to you when you will arrive, ever the son of the lord and lady of Imladris.

It should also be noted that, due to their mixed heritage, Elladan does sport some body hair.  It is not as much as a man might, and he cannot grow a beard, but he has enough that he notices it, and it bothers him.  He has always wished to be fully elven.  And while everyone believes all of Elrond’s children have delayed their choice, Elladan made his decision to be counted among the elves long ago.

Shock froze Gildor’s face in a state of horror, and he lunged at the other elf.  As he fingers wrapped around their throat, he shouted hysterically, “You cannot be real!  You are not real!”

Setting the sketchbook into his lap, he tucked a long strand of dark hair behind one pointed ear and began to draw out lines.  He wanted to capture the night, to commit to the paper his first night out as a single adventurous elf learning what it meant to live in this new and modern world.  In his mind he was already thinking about the novel he wanted to write.

"good thing for me, a boy like you can wait."

The king chuckled softly. "Ah, my love. So eager? I take it that you have missed me?"

“No, do not be sorry. Of course you are allowed to have people come and go as you wish. And that you trust them when you are asleep…” He sighed and looked down at his hands, his eyebrows knotted in serious thought. “Well, that you trust them means I will trust them as well. I cannot spend the whole of this new life hiding from everyone.” Although he thought perhaps that was exactly what he might do for a little while. He had no reason or desire to know or trust anyone outside of Louis just yet. He was sure the cleaning lady was kind if strict, yet it did not mean he was ready to be scolded by her. Although, at least she was a woman. Females tended to be less aggressive than males, allowing Elladan to assume he might more easily face them. “If you do not mind then I would have you teach me the code to our bedroom.” He smiled as he said the word our. Yet that was what it was. The room in which Louis slept was to also be the room in which Elladan would go to rest. It was his as well as Louis’ now. “Yes. It is my desire to come and go as I might wish. Partly because, as we spoke earlier, you might sleep better if I am there at times. Also because… If this room is safe enough for your to sleep in then I would assume it is safe enough to hide one frightened elf should he desire to hide.” He eyed the bag of food once more and sighed. He was not hungry. Or perhaps he was but the world had him on edge leaving his stomach unhappy. Even so, he had told Louis he would eat. Reaching out he began to remove different items and setting them on the table between him and Louis.. Silver eyes lifted to look at the vampire through a veil of black hair and he licked his lips slowly, “Not to mention the fact that I might simply desire to take my rest in our bed with you during the day for my own piece of mind. I know it is your den. Your safe haven. I want to make it mine as well. A place of safety and… And love. A place no others might go or touch us.” He found the roasted duck and began to tear little pieces from it and placing them in his mouth. He chew out of habit though his throat felt tight and his stomach nervous. Taking up the glass of water he drank deeply, eyes still on Louis as if trying to see him as he really was. “Perhaps, as I come to know him, I will see if Pete might allow me to join him on a few of his shopping trips during the day. He seemed kind if also very nervous of me and what I was.” He took another small piece of the duck and stuck it in his mouth. “Odd that a human might feel at ease with you but is made nervous by me. I am not sure if I should be flattered or offended.” He unfolded his legs then and stood up, moving around the table he settled in once more at Louis’ side and leaned his shoulder into the vampire’s. His eyes were searching and curious as they met with Louis. “Tell me something about yourself you are holding back. Something you fear I will not like.” He reached to take Louis’ hand into his own and squeezed a little, “Or better yet, tell me why you have brought me to live in your home. Provided the reason is not strictly that you feel sorry for me after what has happened. I am aware you wish to help heal that wound, but I do not want that to be the reason. I would rather hear of the demons you wish to see me help you banish even as we work to banish my own.”

The color touched his cheeks and ears briefly as Louis removed the leather harness and dual long knives from his shoulders. He nodded a little even though he said nothing of it. Louis was right, while the vampire was awake and they were together in the house, Elladan was safe. It was all the rest of the time that he would need his weapons. For now he would allow himself to be parted from them. Elladan walked through the house with Louis looking this way and that. Silver eyes taking in all the things his vampire companion pointed out and a few that he did not. He let the things Louis did not mention pass. There would be plenty of time in their coming nights to speak back and forth over what things had touched them both in the past. Tonight was for both of them to come to terms with the idea of sharing a home and each other’s lives. They entered the study and Elladan brightened a little. The mass volumes of books brought a tiny thrill to him. He did often enjoy learning of histories and languages previously unknown to him. From his first look here it was very clear that Louis had a wealth of knowledge simply waiting for the elf to begin to dig his way through it. He closed his eyes as Louis turned to place gentle hands on his shoulders. The words his betrothed spoke were sweet, and they drew a light smile to his face. They kissed then, gentle and loving in such a way as to bring a soft sigh to his lips and he opened his eyes once more to meet Lou’s gaze. “Perhaps then, if it is truly alright with you, I might start by taking over that empty room?” He motioned toward the door as he spoke of the spare bedroom. “I often like to draw and paint and do other such things, and it makes sense to take the room not already in use.” He shook his head a little and looked at the floor. It would take some getting used to thinking of Louis’ house as his own, but he wanted it. He wanted to fit into Louis’ life and find his way in this world bad enough it ached deep within the elf. Slowly his eyes lifted and he smiled nervously, “I will start with the one room. After that, we will see to everything else together. If it is to be our home together, then we should both maybe decide and agree. Although, is it safe to assume that the kitchen and dining area is more mine?” He reached out one hand and lightly took up Lou’s. Their fingers linked together and Elladan pulled the other forward into his embrace. He spoke no words for a long time as he simply allowed himself to mold his body to Louis’ taking comfort from his closeness. Gently the elf whispered his soft words against Louis’ ear, “Hannon le lirimaer for taking this chance on me. On us. It gives me hope that you would choose to step into something so unknown with me.”