Hiya everyone, and welcome to my story! This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is very welcome! I'm a huge Legolas and twins fan and have always loved the idea of an OC being romantically torn between Legolas and Elrohir. And being unable to find many stories that have this same idea, I decided to just write one myself. This story is rated M for a reason, as you'll discover in later chapters! And I'll put warnings at the beginning of the chapters that have the adult material in them. So expect lots of romance, adventure, hurt, adult themes, and a few twists and turns along the way. I hope you enjoy the story, and thanks very much for reading!

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with The Lord of the Rings, nor do I make any money from this story.

Chapter One – Finally Home

The sun was setting beyond the horizon, casting deep orange and red colours across the landscape, the surface of the River Bruinen glistening in red fiery shades. The view of The Ford up ahead was a welcoming sight for the approaching party of elves that had set out from Rivendell some twelve years earlier. Seeing the river in all its natural beauty caused them all to draw their horses to a halt and pause on the banks, smiling and feeling content at knowing that they were finally home.

The party had been sent out by the Lord Elrond of Rivendell all those years earlier, with the instructions to travel to various realms throughout Middle Earth and gather reports and information about the current lays of those lands, paying particular attention to the lands of men which, due to the mortality of that race, meant that changes in rulers, boundaries and general politics, changed hands frequently. At least it was seen as frequent through the eyes of the immortal elves. The expedition was considered very important by Lord Elrond, and it was something that he instructed to be carried out every fifty to sixty years. He always thought it was vital to know what was happening throughout the lands of Middle Earth, and that the information gathered from these expeditions could keep him up to date with the current goings-on, and in turn, help him in better protecting Rivendell from any potential new foes.

After the elven party had drawn their horses to a halt, the two dark haired leaders of the expedition pulled their horses up in front of the stationary group and paused, inhaling a long intake of breath, relieved smiles upon their faces. This was the fourth time in around two hundred years that Lord Elrond's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, were sent out as the leaders of the regular expedition, and although they loved to travel and experience the varying cultures of Middle Earth, they were always pleased to arrive home afterwards.

It only took Elrohir, the youngest of the twins, a few seconds to leap effortlessly from his horse and walk the few steps to the river's edge. He dropped to his knees and placed both of his hands into the cool, clear water, scooping the liquid into his palms before splashing it over his face. He sat back on his heels and tilted his head up to the sky, letting out a long contented sigh as he closed his eyes.

Elladan, the eldest of the twins, was still sitting atop his horse as he smiled widely at his brother, for he seemed to do this every time they came back to Rivendell after their long journeys, with it almost becoming a ritual. "The sooner you get up off the floor and back onto your horse, the sooner we can all cross this ford and finally arrive home." He said.

Elrohir seemed to ignore Elladan's comment, and continued to keep his head tilted upwards while taking in deep intakes of breath, relishing in the familiar smells and sounds of his surroundings. And after a few moments he gently opened his eyes looked back down at the river flowing in front of him. "It's good to be home." He whispered to himself before standing up and slowly taking the few steps back to his horse, which he leapt upon with great ease. Turning his head towards his brother, he could see that Elladan was looking at him with a big, almost teasing, grin upon his face. "What are you laughing at?" He snapped.

"I'm not laughing, I'm smiling." Was Elladan's smart response, still holding the same grin on his face.

"Ok, so what are you smiling at?" Elrohir's emphasis on the word 'smiling', and his now serious expression, showed Elladan that his brother's anger at being mocked was beginning to rise, which only encouraged Elladan to tease him further.

Elrohir had always been the most boisterous and short-tempered of the two brothers, with their father even referring to him as 'wild' and 'unruly' more times than one. Elrohir would always be the one up to more mischief, and general disobedience. He was a free-spirited elf, who found it impossible to remain still for too long, usually getting bored very quickly. And his fiery, unpredictable character had seen him get into many random brawls with people who may have thrown him a wrong look, or made a passing comment, which would usually end up with an unconscious elf or man on the floor, and Elrohir standing over him with a fat lip or a black eye. Elrohir just didn't have the ability to keep calm and walk away from those types of confrontations.

Unlike his brother.

Elladan was the calmer, more level-headed of the twins. He was a fairly quiet elf, but in no way was he shy. He had a quiet confidence about him, with a composed, authoritative air. He was able to take control of most affairs, and complex scenarios that he sometimes found himself in. It would be him that would do most of the talking and negotiations when it came to business. And it would be him that would have to drag his brother from troublesome situations, and keep a close eye on him to try and steer him away from further trouble.

But sometimes, Elladan just couldn't resist the urge to wind Elrohir up. With Elrohir's fiery temperament, it was just such an easy thing to achieve. "I was smiling at your little ritual you have going on there. Are there any more you have planned that we should know about? Just so we all have an idea as to whether we'll manage to make it through the gates of Imladris before the end of the Third Age." He said, still holding the teasing grin upon his face.

Elrohir's expression became more sterner, and the anger rising within him at his brother's teasing, was now clearly evident on his face. "Shut your face, Elladan, or I'll shut it for you." Was all Elrohir could muster before turning his gaze back towards the river, suddenly starting his horse into a gallop across The Ford.

Elladan, now sniggering to himself and to the elves beside him, gently kicked his heels into the sides of his horse and followed his brother across The Ford, signalling to the rest of the party to follow.

The party entered into the realm of Rivendell – known as Imladris amongst the elves – just as the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon. It was now dusk, and what little sunlight remained of that day, was dimly casting itself over the beautiful landscape. The party were met by a few of the border guards, who had called for some stable hands to retrieve the horses from the weary group. As the horses were led away, the party steadily made their way up the stone steps that led to the grand halls and main residences of Imladris. The view from the top of the steps was breathtaking, with each member of the group pausing to take in the spectacular sight of the great valley with its vast array of waterfalls thundering from a great height into the waters below. Stunning gardens and carefully kept green areas dotted the landscape, and beautifully stone-carved buildings added to the magnificence. And with the moonlight giving the landscape a white, eerie glow, it only added to the magic of the place.

"It's good to have you all home." Said a voice from behind them, interrupting the group from their brief reverie. They turned around to see Lord Elrond standing there, a warm smile upon his face. The group immediately placed their hands on to their chests and bowed their heads at Elrond, adhering to the typical greeting amongst elves.

Elrond returned the same greeting to the group with a slight bow of his head. "We received word of your impending arrival, and there are refreshments for you all in the Great Hall. And your chambers are still readily awaiting you, for I am sure you are all weary from your travels."

With that, the group, with the exception of the twins, gave another bow of their heads in gratitude and walked away from Elrond, heading towards the Great Hall.

Elrond turned to face his twin sons who, immediately after the departure of their travelling companions, both embraced their father in a joyous hug. "It's good to see you Ada (dad)!" said Elladan.

"Aye, we've missed your constant lectures and scolding, Ada." Elrohir added with an affectionate smile upon his face.

Elrond laughed, embracing both of his sons once more. "There'll be no lectures tonight, Elrohir. I'm giving you the night off." Elrond said with a heart-warming smile. "Come, let us get something to eat, and unless there's anything I should know about right away, then you can both retire for the night, and we'll discuss your travels in the morning." Elrond placed his arms around the shoulders of his two sons, and guided them towards the Great Hall.