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Princes Three: The Beginning

~Imladris, 2150 III~

Please, 'Dan, let me.
The words snaked sinuously through his mind, even as a tongue curled teasingly around the point of his ear.

You know you want to. Shall I tell you what I will do if our friend agrees?

The tongue was replaced by lips and teeth, nipping and suckling the tender tip. A hand roamed lightly down his chest, stopping to tug gently on the small mithril ring that pierced his left nipple.

Just imagine it, melethen. That glorious golden body sprawled on our bed, hmm? Gasping with pleasure from our touch? Pleasuring us with...
Caught somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a sigh of resignation, Elladan gave up on his braids for the moment and leaned back into his tormentor's embrace. As he tilted his head to look into the silver-grey eyes that so mirrored his own, the unbraided strands ran like ink over his shoulders and his lover�s chest.

Elrohir hissed softly at the brush of the silken hair on his bare skin, and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother�s waist, nuzzling his neck, basking in the feeling of completeness that came only with touching his soul�s mate. He smiled when he felt Elladan�s thoughts brush his mind.

You are a wicked, wicked tease, t�ren. And I would not have you change.

Elladan sighed contentedly, then gently disengaged himself and turned to face his twin. Brushing Elrohir�s lips with a chaste kiss he said, "If you do not let me finish with my hair, �Roh, we will miss the both the feast and your opportunity."

The younger twin raised an eyebrow skeptically. "My opportunity?" he asked in disbelief, emphasizing his brother�s use of the singular. "Are you suggesting there would be no pleasure for you in what I desire?"

Grinning cheekily, Elladan bent his head to his lover�s right nipple, lapping it with his tongue before seizing the mithril ring in his teeth and pulling gently. "Is there not always pleasure for me in what you desire?" he questioned teasingly, before capturing the elf-knight�s mouth in a slow, searching kiss.

Elrohir waited only a moment before slipping his arms around his twin once again, pressing their bodies tightly together, letting the heat of the kiss spiral upward uncontrolled, until the blaze seemed to free-fall suddenly into his groin, causing his shaft to stir insistently. With a muffled groan, he ended the kiss, and eyed his lover ruefully.

"I thought there was need to finish your braids, t�ren," he returned jokingly, but Elladan saw that the silvery eyes had darkened with passion, mirroring the arousal that coursed through his own body.

"I have changed my mind, melethron," the elder twin purred, nipping and suckling Elrohir�s neck. "Perchance there is time for some quick relief, hmm?" With that, he captured his lover�s mouth again, and slid his strong hands down to Elrohir�s buttocks, kneading the muscles forcefully while pulling their hips tightly together.

The elf-knight moaned with pleasure, and rocked his hips forward, grinding his already aching erection against that of his twin. "Oh, yes...yes..." Elladan growled low in his throat. Tangling one of his hands in his brother�s nearly waist-length hair, he pulled Elrohir�s head back and sucked hard on his neck, marking him with a rosy-purple bruise just above his collarbone.

"Take off those hateful breeches, rohir n�n, and come lie with me," he ordered silkily, unlacing his own leggings, "and I will make you scream."
Elrohir quickly complied, taking a shuddering breath when his hardened arousal was released into the cool air. He scarcely got both feet back on the floor before he was grabbed peremptorily, and found himself pinned to the bed by his lover, who immediately renewed his sensual onslaught.

Raising himself on one elbow off the body captive beneath him, Elladan aligned their weeping erections and began to stroke them with one hand as best he could, mingling the leaking fluids, slicking both hard columns in a rapidly increasing rhythm that soon had both twins gasping for breath. Stopping suddenly, he slid down and took Elrohir�s pierced nipple in his mouth, suckling and tugging at the ring with his tongue, rolling the peaked left nipple between his fingers roughly.

"Oh Valar, �Dan," the elf-knight moaned, "You will undo me now!"

His tormentor raised his head with a wicked grin, his lips gleaming, and purred, "That is the plan, melethen. We can still make the feast if we do not dally," then continued down his victim�s body, nibbling his way to his ultimate goal.

Elrohir raised himself to watch breathlessly as Elladan trailed kisses and nibbles across his flat abdomen, onto his thighs, deliberately avoiding his turgid length. Feeling his brother�s gaze, the elder twin raised his head to meet the stare, and was almost undone himself by the sight.

The elf-knight was propped on his elbows, his dark hair pooling on the pillows, his fair face flushed with pleasure, the silvery eyes nearly black with passion. His pale, battle-hardened body shimmered with a fine sheen of sweat.
Elladan froze for a moment, overcome, before ever so gently lapping the head of his lover�s arousal. "You are so beautiful, �Roh," he said hoarsely, before teasing the head once more with his tongue, tenderly licking the weeping slit.

Elrohir was beyond coherent speech. Moans and incomprehensible pleas fell from his mouth as his twin continued to lick and nibble at his aching flesh, and he found that his elbows would no longer support him. "Elbereth..." he gasped brokenly, "finish it!"

Pushed almost beyond reason himself, Elladan wet his own forefinger and slid it into his brother�s relaxed opening, expertly finding his lover�s prostate at the same instant he swallowed around Elrohir's shaft and sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks.

"Oh gods!" was all Elrohir strangled out before he came convulsively, throwing back his head and howling "�Dan!" as he spilled himself deep inside his brother�s throat.

Elladan licked the softening length tenderly before sliding up beside a still-dazed Elrohir and kissing him gently, allowing his lover to share the smoky-sweet flavor of his own seed. "I promised to make you scream," he murmured into on flushed ear, nuzzling the tip with his nose.

Becoming somewhat more rational, Elrohir felt a familiar hardness pressed against his thigh and smiled. "And how might I repay the favor, melethen?" he whispered, rolling onto his side to pull Elladan close. "Shall I taste you or touch you, t�ren?"

"Touch me," the elder twin answered hoarsely. "I ache and I want to watch you touch me."

Elrohir captured his lover�s lips in a possessive kiss, then purred "Watch then, pen vain. Watch while I pleasure you." Running his hand over the pale muscular chest before him, the elf-knight heard a growl of frustration and quickly relented. "Forgive me, �Dan," he said softly, "I did not mean to tease." Taking Elladan�s throbbing length in a firm grip he began moving steadily, circling the weeping tip with his thumb every few strokes.

"Oh gods, �Roh, that feels so good," Elladan moaned breathlessly, thrusting into the warm, slick hand. Looking down at the source of this pleasure, he was mesmerized by the play of pale fingers against his darkened arousal and reached down to run his own fingers over his brother�s wrist.

Elrohir tightened his grip slightly, increasing his speed, and bent his head to suckle a pointed ear, then his brother's throat, marking it with teeth and lips. "Do I please you, el n�n?" he breathed hotly into the sensitized ear. "Will you come for me? I can feel it, melethen. You are so close...so very close..."

Elladan was drawing his breath in great gasps, his eyes dilated past seeing, his head tossing restlessly on the scattered pillows. "Oh, �Roh...now..." he panted, "Sweet Elbereth...I am going to come..."

"So let go, t�ren," the elf-knight purred wickedly, running his thumb over the weeping head, "Show me how much I please you."

For on brief moment, there was absolute silence, as every muscle in Elladan�s body tightened, freezing him in mid-thrust. Then, with a feral, wordless growl he fell over the edge, spilling his shimmering white seed over Elrohir�s frantically pumping hand. When the spurts ended and the growls dwindled to sobbing gasps, the younger twin clasped him in a tender embrace, whispering sweet words, holding on until his breathing calmed, and both their hearts stopped racing.

When they were both quiet again, Elrohir got up and padded to the bathing chamber, returning with a small pail of warm, scented water which he used to wash away the leavings of their passion. This accomplished, he stretched out once more beside his lover, sighing with contentment.

"We really must get up, rohir n�n, unless I am to attend the feast both unclothed and unbraided," Elladan sighed after a while, standing and stretching lazily. "Up with you, sluggard!" he teased, pulling playfully at Elrohir�s hand. "A party awaits!"

The younger twin groaned theatrically before rising from the bed to retrieve his leggings. Noting that Elladan stood bare before the mirror, brushing his hair languidly, Elrohir tossed the second pair of breeches at his brother with a chuckle. "Cover yourself, t�ren. My control has limits, and they have already been sorely tested this day."

Elladan snickered, but pulled on the snug leggings and laced them before speaking. "I would not wish to exhaust you too soon, �Roh," he drawled, pulling the elf-knight into his arms and kissing him soundly. "We have many hours to go in this day."

Elrohir arched one ebony eyebrow skyward in an unconscious imitation of Elrond, and retorted, "I mean it, �Dan. If you do not quit, I won�t be responsible for my actions, or the lateness of our arrival at table."

Elladan chuckled and moved away reluctantly. Taking his brother�s hand, he led the way to the window seat that overlooked one of the glorious gardens of Imladris. "Come, help me with my braids," he said with a smile," and we will talk further of your obsession with Legolas."

"I am not obsessed, �Dan," Elrohir retorted, as he began dividing his twin�s raven locks expertly, starting the four-strand side braids that were worn by warriors in Elrond�s service. Though the sons of Elrond were entitled to the more intricate braiding and knots of elven royalty, both preferred the more practical warrior�s style, or even a single thick plait down the back - a tradition of their mortal kin, rather than the Firstborn.

"Hold this a moment, " the younger twin urged, placing the end of a half-done braid in his brother�s hand. "I need to get your beads."

Elladan obediently tightened his fingers around the hair strands, waiting as Elrohir scooped some beads from one of the two bowls sitting on their dressing table. Small ovals of intensely blue lapis lazuli seemed to glow in the elf-knight�s hand. Even as the elder twin watched the beads being effortlessly woven into his own braids, his attention was caught by the frosty gleam of mithril in Elrohir�s locks.

As long as he could remember, ever since there had been hair on their heads to braid, the beads had been there, an easy way for others to tell the eerily identical twins apart. Lapis lazuli - blue for the crown prince, the heir to Imladris...to Vilya. Mithril for the elf-knight, the commander-to-be of the awesome Imladrian forces, the one fated to replace Glorfindel as captain - but not until the ancient elves decided they had had enough of daily responsibility. That these positions were different but equal in importance was an accepted fact in the valley. Even now, Glorfindel called Elrond "Lord" only by choice - and only in company.

"Elladan!"
The rare use of his given name, as well as the tone of the utterance, snapped Elladan�s attention firmly back to the present. Discovering that his braids were completed, he looked sheepishly at Elrohir and said "My apologies, melethen. I was pondering the place of beads in our lives."

The younger twin glared sternly, and sighed "I understood that we would ponder the benefits of Legolas in our bed. Have you completely missed my arguments in favor of the attempt? I was most convincing, I must say."

"I�m sure the trial run will only help your case, t�ren," Elladan chuckled. Then growing serious, he continued, "I do not wish to deny you, �Roh. I am just not certain how well Legolas would receive our attentions. He is still young, and quite protected. He likely has no knowledge of elven twins outside his friendship with us, and his time with us has been mostly in the wild, not in intimate surroundings. If �Las does not understand that we share one soul in two bodies, if he equates our bond with that which he and his brothers share...well, he may be appalled by the idea."

Elrohir was shaking his head in denial before he began speaking. "He is past his first millennium, �Dan. He is an accomplished warrior, and he has traveled extensively. I agree that Thranduil�s library cannot compare to Ada�s, and mayhap �Las has not studied the mystery of twinning. But he is our friend, and has been for six centuries. He is neither blind nor stupid - he must know our bond is different from that of other siblings. If not, it is time that he did."

The elder twin looked closely at his soul�s half, allowing the intensity of Elrohir�s feelings and his confidence in their friend�s acceptance to flow freely through the twin-bond. Struggling to mount a last doomed argument before acquiescing, he felt his brother brush his mind with a final plea.

Please, t�ren, melethen, el n�n. Please.
Touched by the soft endearments, Elladan sighed and bowed gracefully to the inevitable. "Of course, rohir n�n, if it is of such importance to you. I ask only one concession."

Elrohir grinned, delighted with his victory. "What would that be, t�ren? First choice of position?"

Elladan smirked briefly. "That, too, of course. What I meant, you fool of an elf, was that I do not wish to blatantly seduce him. If you believe this move is well timed, so be it, but let us approach him honestly. He is certainly acquainted with the idea that friends may share much pleasure. In that, Taur-na-Fuin�s ways are no different from those of Imladris. We will see what transpires from there."

"Agreed," the elf-knight acknowledged. "I do not seek to discomfit him, either, and a few plain words may help avoid much misunderstanding." Glancing through the open arches, he exclaimed, "But right now we must dress, t�ren, unless we are to appear in the Hall in leggings alone. The time for celebration approaches."

The brothers moved quickly to complete their preparations. Choosing to avoid formal robes, they slipped instead into under-blouses and dress tunics. This style covered them to mid-thigh, but was less cumbersome than the floor length robes preferred by many for dress. Both wore the soft black leather leggings which they preferred to velvet, even for formal occasions. Elrohir chose a deep burgundy tunic with his silver-grey under-shirt, while Elladan wore royal blue under his dark-grey velvet covering. Low boots of black leather completed both outfits.

Glancing in the mirror with well-deserved satisfaction, Elladan grinned at his twin and teased, "I find us a bit more than passing fair tonight, �Roh. Legolas may find himself with some competition for our favors, if he chooses to play."

Elrohir grinned in return, then caught his lover�s chin and looked at him intently. "I always find you more than passing fair, el n�n," he whispered, before claiming his brother�s lips in a gentle kiss.

As he pulled away reluctantly, he felt Elladan caress his thoughts.

And I you, rohir n�n.

"Come," Elrohir said cheerfully. "Let us join the company."

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Chapter 2
The Hall of Fire was ablaze early this night, as it was Elrond�s practice to have his guests gather there for wine and conversation before dinner on feast days. The Lord of Imladris himself stood by the great fire, wineglass in hand, speaking with Glorfindel and the visiting Prince of Mirkwood, son of his friend Thranduil.

"How fares Taur-na-Fuin, Legolas?" Elrond asked curiously. "It has been many years since I visited the Wood."

"We fare well enough, Lord Elrond," the woodland prince answered, sipping his wine slowly. "Since Mithrandir entered Dol Guldur, and the dark one fled, the wood is more peaceful and wholesome than it has been in my time, but Adar still feels the darkness. The forest has not returned to its old brightness, as it was before the Necromancer came."

"I fear that we shall not be wholly free of the shadow for many years to come," Elrond agreed. "We have peace now, but it is a brooding, cautious peace."

The Peredhel lord sighed heavily, a look of weariness on his agelessly fair face. Like his sons, he was ebony-haired and grey-eyed, and though he now more often wielded a quill than a sword, his luminous pale skin still covered the hardened body of a warrior.

Rolling his shoulders underneath his burgundy and gold formal robes, Lord Elrond shook off his momentary soberness and said, "But that is enough counsel chamber talk for tonight. This evening is for merriment and pleasure."

"Aye, that is correct, meldir," Glorfindel interjected, "and you need distraction as much as any here." The seneschal threw back a large drink of his wine, then looked at his friend sternly. "And I will see that you take your ease, my Lord, if I have to bind you in this Hall after the feasting!"

Legolas grinned at the expression of mock affront on the Imladrian lord�s face, then twinkled at Glorfindel, who was having a difficult time hiding his mirth. The balrog-slayer�s sapphire blue eyes were glowing with amusement. His waist-length wavy golden hair � by which he had been pulled to his first death, if the tales be true � hung unbraided down his back, kept from his face by small gold clasps on each side. He wore a midnight-blue dress tunic and leggings, both of velvet, with an under-blouse of shimmering gold, and black leather boots.

Glorfindel was breathtaking, and like many young warriors before and many to follow, Legolas was completely captivated. So captivated, in fact, that he missed the entrance of his friends into the Hall, giving them a moment to study him appreciatively.
Look at him, �Dan. He is absolutely magnificent.

Aye, t�ren. That he is.

The Prince of Mirkwood stood by the fire, the red-gold light flickering across his fair features. His ivory skin glowed in the firelight. His pale gold hair hung like sunlit silk to the small of his back, held back from high cheekbones by the tiny woven braids of Mirkwood royalty. He wore the lighter formal wear of his realm- soft brown leather leggings, a sage-green silk dress tunic embroidered with a pattern of leaves at the hem, and low brown suede boots.
Striding rapidly across the room, Elrohir stopped behind Legolas, and spoke softly in his ear. "We would like a word, gwadoren, if you can drag your eyes from Ada�s lieutenant for a moment."
Legolas quickly sat down his glass, then spun on his heel, clasping the elf-knight in a firm embrace, kissing him on each cheek in the manner traditional between close friends. "Elrohir, mellonen! Where were you hiding? I have been in the Hall for some time now."
Elrohir smirked, and answered, "We had some difficulties in dressing, �Las, and were delayed somewhat."

Glorfindel�s golden eyebrows shot up in suspicion, as he knew the twins and their "difficulties" quite well. Those suspicions were confirmed a moment later when Elladan joined them, the shimmering length of his hair not quite obscuring the fresh love bite just behind one ear.
Glancing at Elrond to see if he had understood the situation, the balrog-slayer was forced to stifle a chuckle, as the always-correct Lord of Imladris rolled his eyes in resignation, then allowed his glance to flicker repeatedly from the older twin to the younger.
Curious, Glorfindel followed the gaze, then snorted quietly when he saw what had drawn Elrond�s attention. In embracing Legolas, Elrohir had allowed his clothing to shift somewhat, and a perfectly oval bruise was visible at the base of his neck.
Raising one eyebrow, Elrond reached over and tugged his youngest son�s tunic back into place. "Let us remain dressed, ionen," he said, struggling to hold back the smile that threatened to ruin his image as a stern father. "The reputation of Imladris has suffered enough at your hands, without taking leave of your clothing in a filled hall."
Elrohir, still holding the prince by the forearms, chuckled and grinned at his friend. The blue-green eyes were shot with gold, and glowing with pleasure. To the elf-knight, those eyes were like a forest stream, bubbling with life and mirth, and he wanted to drown in them, watch them dilate with need�
"�Roh. �Roh!", Elladan said with some amusement. "I would like to greet �Las, also, t�ren."
Unfazed, the younger twin released the archer�s arms. "Very well, �Dan. He�s all yours."
For the moment, that is el n�n.

We will share later, hmm? There appears to be plenty here for the both of us�

"You are doing it again," Legolas accused with mock severity. "�Tis not polite to mindspeak in company."
Laughing, Elladan pulled the Mirkwood prince into a warm embrace. "Mae govannen, gwadoren. We have missed you," he said softly, kissing his friend once on each cheek.
"I have missed you also, gwadoren. I have looked forward to this celebration for many moons. Mayhap we will have time to indulge ourselves in each other�s company these weeks," Legolas replied, squeezing Elladan�s forearms affectionately. "But tell me, where are the Ladies of Imladris? I was glad to see the Lady Arwen earlier this season in Lorien, but I have not met your Nana in many years."
Smiling, Elrohir replied, "Our sister is still lingering in Lorien with her current Galadhrim, and Nana thought some extra supervision might be in order during the weeks of merriment before winter. Arwen needs watching at times."
Elladan shook his head in agreement. "She oft runs quite wild. �Tis not fitting for an elleth to behave so."
A sudden burst of laughter caused the princes to turn, and they found Erestor grinning broadly, his sharp features surprisingly soft as he surveyed the twins. "Is that not the river saying the rain is damp, gwan�n? The pair of you naming another �wild�?"
Chuckling good-naturedly, Elrohir said "Aye, Erestor, you are right. �Dan and I had best not throw stones." Looking the chief-advisor over carefully, he grinned. "You are looking especially well tonight, mellonen. Glorfindel had best keep his eyes open, lest he lose you."
Erestor flushed softly, pleased. His usual black robes had been replaced by dark plum velvet drapings, which bought out the purple in his deep indigo eyes. His blue-black hair fell in elaborate braids to the swell of his buttocks, and mithril clips finished the ends.
Glorfindel smirked cheerfully at the elf-knight, placing an arm possessively around his lover�s waist. "You are neither big enough nor experienced enough to oust me, pen neth. And I can still stripe your hide if you make the attempt. "
Elrohir threw his hands up in feigned protest. "You wound me, Glorfindel! I was merely trying to help you look out for what is yours."
"Guard your own bed, ernilen, and I will keep watch over mine," the golden elder retorted with a wicked smile, "and I would add that you should be more careful with your teeth." Turning to Legolas, he smiled and said, "Forgive us, mellon vain. Such jesting is perhaps best done without witnesses."
Elladan, who had been watching Legolas closely during the exchange, noted with some amusement that his friend was more flustered by such a compliment from one of Glorfindel�s radiance than he had been by the conversation. Regaining his composure quickly, the Mirkwood prince smiled and replied, "Think nothing of it, h�ren. I have brothers, and uncles, also. I have given and taken worse."
Just as Legolas finished speaking, the chimes calling the household to dinner rang out in the Hall. Elrond placed his empty glass on a table, and started to the formal dining hall, followed by his family and guests.
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The dining hall was aglow. Light from candles bunched on the tables was aided by the flickering light from the massive fireplace at the end of the chamber. Elrond�s table sat at the head of the room, and it was here that the lords and ladies of the household, as well as ranking guests were served. Legolas found himself on Elrond�s right, beside Elrohir. Across the table was Elladan, then Glorfindel and Erestor. The rest of the noble household found their usual seats, and the feasting began.
Though Elrond always sat a fine table, this night began the feasting of Lasse-lanta, and therefore the offerings were unusually fine. Meat, breads, fruits and greens of every type competed for the diners� attention. The finest wines and juices were poured and consumed, and much mirth and song rang out around the room.
Quite at home beside Elrohir, Legolas laughed and talked with both the twins and the elder elves around him. After the meal was finished, more wine was passed, and the guests began slipping away in small groups toward the Hall of Fire, to continue the merrymaking.
During a lull in the conversation, the golden prince took a sip of wine, only to find Elladan looking at him intently. "�Dan�what is amiss, gwadoren?", he asked concernedly. "Are you well?"
Elladan shook his head sharply, as if to clear it, and answered, "Aye, I am fine, �Las." After a short pause, he continued, "But I fear I have had enough food for several meals. I think I will take a stroll, to hasten it down." Making his excuses, he felt Elrohir brush his mind anxiously.
What is it, el n�n? Shall I come with you?

Nay, �Roh, I am fine. I am going to freshen our rooms, and make some preparations. Invite him up for a visit, hmm? I will take a fresh bottle of miruvor back with me.

Elrohir grinned broadly, twinkling at his twin.

Very well planned, melethen. I will give you a quarter- hour.

Legolas eyed the elf-knight curiously. "What was that all in aid of, �Roh?", he asked quietly. "Elladan seemed quite discomfited by something. Have I broken a social code of Imladris unaware?"

"Nay, �tis nothing you have done, �Las," Elrohir replied, regarding his friend affectionately. "We selfishly hope to snare you for a private visit after feasting, but we left our chambers in a disarray earlier. "�Dan will take his walk by the cellars, then straighten up a bit. If you are willing to forego the Hall to join us, that is?"
Beaming, Legolas answered, "I can think of nothing that would please me more, mellonen."
Elrohir smiled and said, "Let us go, then." Turning to Elrond, he continued, "If you will excuse us Ada? We will go find �Dan and catch up on all our lives."
The Lord of Imladris chuckled and replied "Aye, ionen, go ahead. Just do not overdo. I have no wish to see three wine-sick younglings in the Healing House tomorrow."
As the two princes left the hall together, Glorfindel leaned over and addressed Elrond quietly. "The gwan�n are up to something, meldir. I can smell it in the air."
The Peredhel lord agreed with a sigh. "Aye, they are, and I fear to ask. I am more content not knowing." Rising gracefully, he continued, "Come, let us adjourn to the Hall."
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Taur-na-Fuin - Mirkwood (wood of nightshade)

Ada, Adar - Papa, Father

meldir- male friend

peredhel- half-elven

t�ren - my brother

mellonen- my friend

gwadoren- my sworn brother

Mae govannen - Well met

ionen- my son

elleth - female elf

pen neth - young one

ernilen- my prince

gwan�n- twins

mellon vain- beautiful friend

h�ren- my lord

el n�n - my star

Lasse-lanta- literally "leaf fall", the season of autumn

melethen- my love

melethron- beloved or lover

rohir n�n - my knight

el n�n - my star
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Princes Three: The Beginning

Princes Three: The Beginning