Three is freedom

BY : Hirwen
Category: +Third Age > Threesomes/Moresomes
Dragon prints: 430
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and I make no profit from this story.

Lethe paced through her chamber. She had summoned them both in a feat of brevity - or madness - and now wondered if they would come. Maybe only one of them would, or none. She looked to the bed. It was wide and soft, and candles were lit in every corner of the chamber. If this would work or not, remained to be seen. It was some time yet before she heard a knock on the heavy door, and was startled by it. Lethe went to open the door and saw two bright and beautiful faces staring back.

"You wanted to speak with us," they sounded weary.

"I did," Lethe went back, and leaned against the sole table in the room. "Come in." She appeared nervous, her fingers curling into her palms. "Lock the door. Please."

Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, for one of the newcomers was he, did as she asked.

"Well?" Glorfindel the golden, the other presence, came nearer, stepping into the middle of the room. There was a strange question in his eyes. "What is this about, Lethe?" His eyes were slightly narrowed.

Lethe looked outside the window, where the stars were already strewn across the dark velvet skies. She bit down on her lower lip, then looked back into the balrog slayer's eyes. "I... want you," she said boldly, and saw his eyes widen only momentarily. "I know you can feel it."

Lethe then looked to the elven prince, who had been silently propped against the door until then, watching her with an inscrutable light in his eyes. "But I also want you," the elleth told Legolas, who raised an eyebrow then, in confusion or hidden surprise.

"And..." she continued after a pause, gathering her courage, "We find ourselves in the midst of war, and I do not know whether we will even survive tomorrow, and, I..." she sighed. "I wanted to..."

Glorfindel came closer, and she lifted her head to look at him. Lethe saw his features broken by that which she knew well by now: raw desire. The two had been stealing looks at each other ever since the Imladris strategist had arrived to assist the Mirkwood regiment, but neither had acted upon what they felt nor spoken of it, not until now. Legolas was partly the reason, but strict military conduct was the other. "You wanted to ... what?..." his voice was gentler, trepidating.

Lethe squirmed inside. His body heat was distracting her. "I wanted to see, if we could all... experience each other, only for tonight," she added quickly. "Who knows what tomorrow brings?"

Glorfindel turned to look at Legolas. Lethe also met the prince's gaze. He seemed thoughtful. Legolas then paced towards Lethe as well. She saw his eyes held the same shadow she had seen in Glorfindel's. Lethe and the prince had held a flame for each other ever since they had been children, but his status - and father - had never allowed for it to flourish into anything more. And now she was in his regiment, and every time they met or looked at each other, their longing was plain to see even though they hid it all behind a cold shoulder and a frosty tone.

"I would have you, I would... I would share you, if it is us. Only us."

"Only us," Lethe conceded, her gaze drifting to Glorfindel, who was unfastening his bright gold tresses.

Legolas pulled Lethe to him, and ran his straight nose along the side of her neck. "Are you certain of this, little one?" She was much younger than him. He had been calling her this since their youth.

"Yes..." Lethe closed her eyes. She turned her head, and kissed the Sinda prince on the mouth, deeply and slowly. Lethe then wasted no time and reached to unfasten his light tunic as their lips hungrily suckled and nipped at each other. This was different from their previous short stolen kisses. It was more incensed, more desperate.

Glorfindel watched the couple kissing for a time. Lethe then felt him come close behind her, his arms winding around her waist. She felt he was half-erect, pressing gently into her soft rear, one of his hands hard on her hip. Lethe broke the kiss as Legolas also wrapped his arms around her, and so she was trapped between the two of them. Her forehead rested on Legolas' shoulder as Glorfindel leaned in and kissed the prince, pulling at his lower lip. Their hands were roaming over her body, and Lethe sighed as she felt fingers between her thighs, reaching closer to her warm center. Hands were cupping her breasts through her shirt, and Lethe stifled a moan when she felt rough thumbs circling her perky shapes.

Legolas and the balrog slayer were still kissing, their tongues tender and insistent, the sounds they made and their incessant touch driving her close to insane. Then Lethe felt herself being spun around as Glorfindel took her in his arms, and began to kiss a trail from her neck to her lips, and down again.

Lethe was then again turned around by steady hands and she was facing the prince. She removed his tunic, trailing her hands over lean muscle and firm skin, down to the seams of his trousers. Her eyes widened with pleasure at the sight of his erect shaft, clearly outlined and trapped by the tightened material. Biting on her lip, Lethe looked into his eyes.

"Do it," Legolas said, and her hands were on him. Lethe slowly unfastened him. She saw his head tilt backward and heard his sigh of relief when she released his cock. Lethe took him in hand, and with a sly grin began to stroke his length in slow movements. Another sigh escaped the prince, and Lethe smiled.

She felt Glorfindel begin to slide down her leggings down from behind, then lifted her arms briefly to remove her shirt. Now she was naked before them. Lethe turned around and took her time undressing Glorfindel. First his tunic, then his trousers she slid down, and his cock jumped out, straight and ready for her. Lethe looked at him with a grin, and slowly got down on her knees before the balrog slayer. She took his shaft in hand and breathed onto the head. She felt his shiver and her lips placed a tender kiss onto it. She then began to stroke him slowly and insistently as he grabbed her hair and began playing with its softness. Her lips parted, and closed around him. Glorfindel moaned in relief as she sucked on him slowly and wantonly, going deeper with every turn. She had always wondered what it would taste like. He was large and goodness he was thick, and she was choking on him, but still continued.

Legolas was watching them and stroking himself, her lewd sounds as she sucked the other elf and the way she sat in submission causing a thin trickle of liquid to sprinkle from his shaft. He then came nearer and took Glorfindel by the hair, and kissed him again as Lethe continued to suck. She looked up, and felt the heat in her rise as she beheld them, the most beautiful gold and silver elves she had seen, feeling each other's lips. She knew there had always been chemistry between them. Yes, this had been a marvelous idea.

"You..."  Glorfindel panted between kisses, as Legolas placed a bruising kiss on his neck, "You both are going to kill me again," Glorfindel smiled as he grabbed Legolas by his hair and passionately licked and sucked on the prince's tongue.

Lethe gave one last hard suckle on Glorfindel and, as the prince was close, took his cock in her other hand. She turned her head and ran her lips over his head in a tender sweep. The prince moaned, but let her do as she would. Lethe looked up at him and suckled deeper, harder, faster until his breathing became hitched and uneven. She then took Glorfindel in her mouth again, and sucked him off more. She did this for a while, on her knees, pleasing them in turn.

"Enough of this," Legolas said in the end, lifting her to him. He kissed Lethe on the mouth. She felt another hand reaching around her belly, delving lower.

Fingers spread her most intimate place, and gently entered her. She felt a sigh on her shoulder as Glorfindel held her from behind. "Prince, I think she is ready..." his fingers were slick and sticky with her desire. "Are you not, Lethe?"... he licked her shoulder.

"Yes..." Lethe gasped, turning from Legolas and wrapping her arms around Glorfindel. They kissed deeply, and he took her by the waist. Her legs wrapped around him as Glorfindel led her to the bed, and threw her in it before following.

Lethe was on her back, mewling and giggling as his golden hair tickled her skin. She saw him on his knees before her, his mouth leaving wet warm trails over her belly, moving ever downward.

Lethe moaned when his lips and tongue met her wet opening, and Glorfindel took his time. He had only dreamed of this before, all those nights after catching a glimpse of her on guard. He suckled on her most sensitive spot until Lethe was thrashing against the mattress and begging him for more. He pulled on her pink folds tenderly, kissing them as he would her lips. He savored her need, his tongue delving deeply inside.

Legolas had come and knelt next to the pair engaged on the bed, and straddled Lethe so her head was level with his erect shaft. She took his cock in her mouth again, licking slowly with sweet lapping sounds as she looked up at him in adoration. Legolas propped his arms against the wooden bedpost and began to move into her mouth slowly, moaning as he did so. "Do you know how many times I've wondered what you feel like?" he asked, increasing his pace into her mouth as Glorfindel kept sucking on her.

Lethe made a muffled sound of desire, relishing the way the two elves she most loved were using her body. After some time they changed position, and it was Glorfindel to push himself inside her mouth as Legolas delved with his head between her thighs, kissing and teasing her now swollen bud of pleasure. "Your taste... It is... wonderful..." the prince said as he lapped and licked at her. " Lethe..." he sighed against her blond nether curls, and unable to keep away from her any longer he rose on his knees, and positioned himself between her thighs as Lethe sat sprawled onto the bed. He lifted her legs and his hands came hooked under her knees, and slowly he entered her, first the head, slowly. Then he pushed it all inside of her with a long drawn movement, sighing in delight all the way.

Glorfindel was still fucking her mouth. Lethe flushed even more as she felt Legolas inside her, reached and pressed into Glorfindel's behind, urging him deeper down her throat. She moaned into his cock as she felt Legolas slowly make love to her. Her slickness made his cock slide in and out with utter ease, and she reached her peak of fulfilment twice as his deep thrusts became more cadenced while Lethe still took Glorfindel.

Legolas moved deeper into her, and his pale skin was soon glistening with the effort. His dark hair was ruffled in the most appealing of ways, falling past his back and shoulders, covering a part of his face. She saw Glorfindel rise and get to his feet on the bed, and as the prince took Lethe, Glorfindel came to stand by him and let his cock slip into Legolas' mouth. Taking it in hand Legolas began to suck, fast and raw as he never stopped thrusting into Lethe.

When she came a third time, Legolas rose and went to take her mouth as Glorfindel positioned himself. Lethe gasped as his cock entered her. He moved differently to Legolas, but it was no less agonizingly good. He made love to her for a long time as Lethe and Legolas kissed sweetly.

They tried many things that night, and at one point Lethe was between them, Legolas thrusting into her behind as Glorfindel filled her from the front, trapped between them as they moved back and forth. She was kissing Glorfindel, his pink tongue sweeping over hers, and Legolas was kissing her shoulder.

Then Lethe was on her fours, Legolas pounding inside of her from behind as Glorfindel brought himself into her mouth again, thrusting deeply and wildly. Lethe took him all in and felt him sliding down her throat. His moans were her antidote for tonight.

And then she was forced on her back. Glorfindel had a wicked smile which suited him surprisingly well, and holding her thighs down he lowered his head closer and breathed warmth onto her pink folds.

Lethe sighed harshly, his breath against her causing her desire to rise. But the elf also ran his tongue down her slit, and his tongue slid inside again. He began to kiss her again, and then Lethe closed her eyes. She soon felt something different, and opening them she saw Legolas had taken Glorfindel's place. The two elf lords were licking her in turn, each savoring her inside and out. Different lips, each with their own flavor and pressure and warmth against her slit. One kissed her, then they would kiss each other before the other took his turn. They did this until, trembling and spilling over, Lethe begged them to take her again.

At one point Legolas and Glorfindel had taken to making love themselves, and were kissing as Glorfindel thrust inside the young prince with measured rhythm while Lethe watched, touching herself. But she could not escape for long, as she was soon drawn into it all again, and she was being fucked by them in turn. First Glorfindel, then Legolas and again, again, again, until she saw nothing but pleasure and felt she would die from it, it all felt so good.

Lethe was thrown onto her back at last, and Legolas thrust himself in her mouth. "Lethe... Lethe take me..."  and she did. Lethe parted her lips, now red and swollen from the kisses she both received and bestowed, and she felt him burst into sweet slickness down her throat.Then followed Glorfindel as the prince kissed her, tasting himself on her. She sucked him too until weakened, he spilled himself into her mouth with a shudder and a groan.

Later, the three of them sat splayed onto the bed, embraced, limbs tangled over each other, kissing tenderly.

"Now let us see what the dawn brings," Glorfindel said thoughtfully, his face still flushed from the effort.

Lethe placed a finger to his lips as she kissed Legolas. When she broke away she spoke. "But we face it all together."

Legolas wound his arms around Lethe, looking at Glorfindel who did the same. "Together."

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