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Princes Three: The Beginning	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19708 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Legolas sat with his back pressed against the trunk of the great tree, legs swinging freely on either side of the branch that held him. He had climbed the ancient limbs seeking solitude, and the solace that all his kind found in the whispers and songs of living things. Today the magic of the trees seemed to fail him utterly.
He had first barricaded himself in his own chambers, mind reeling with the words spoken, and the unvoiced implications. The prince had found his heart thudding painfully as he played the phrases over and over in his mind. �We are forming�have formed�a �a bond of some sort.��..�Melim chen, anor n�n . Have you not guessed?�

Unable to escape the turmoil of his thoughts in the heavy silence of his room, he had sought out the sights and sounds of the gardens, hoping to calm his soul, and clear his mind. Now he sat astride a branch, high in the tallest tree of the hillside garden, surrounded by the green boughs�as he closed his eyes, Legolas found himself relaxing, lulled by the rush of water, and a comforting fragrance. Sniffing carefully, he frowned in concentration. It smelled crisp, fresh, familiar�suddenly realizing why, the woodland prince sighed sadly. It was the scent of Imladris�of the twins. This must be one of the trees Elladan spoke of, the source of the oil.
Giving in to his need for comfort, Legolas breathed deeply, letting the fragrance wash over him, easing his tension. �What am I to do?�, he begged silently of some unknown advisor. �I do not know if I can bear always being the third�always being the one apart�.but can I bear losing them, either?� The prince wished desperately for his brothers, his father...anyone to confide in, someone to help him through this confusion. Then, with wry smile, the archer realized that the only confidantes he would have felt free sharing this with were here already �Elladan and Elrohir�but they could not support him through this trial, as they had so many others.
Sighing deeply, Legolas began descending the great tree. Mayhap he could think more clearly after spending some nervous energy on the archery range. Dropping to the ground with cat-like ease, he was startled to find himself face to face with the Lord of Imladris. Elrond sat comfortably on the stump of a long-dead tree, his usual robes replaced by simple tunic and leggings. Smiling warmly, he looked the prince over and said, "The colors of Imladris become you, Legolas. You should wear them more often while you are with us."
Flushing slightly, the woodland royal bowed. "Hannon chen, Lord Elrond. I have been enjoying this marvelous tree. The texture and scent are soothing to the spirit."
The Peredhel lord looked intently at the prince, then asked quietly, "How comes it that your spirit needs calming, ernilen? I can see that you are in some distress."
Unsure how to respond, Legolas began awkwardly, "I cannot �I do not think I should�"
Smiling kindly, Elrond nodded in understanding. "I believe I am right in assuming that your difficulty involves my sons?"
"Aye, h�ren ," Legolas admitted, his blush deepening.
Elrond sighed heavily, then went on, "I have known you since your birth, pen neth. I would not gladly see you lost to us. I cannot offer counsel in this difficulty, whatever it is, but know that I care for you, Legolas. And I would add that Erestor and Glorfindel are just and caring advisors."
"I appreciate your kind words," the prince replied bowing low. "I will think on your advice regarding Glorfindel and Erestor." Elrond smiled and inclined his head as Legolas turned to leave the garden.
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Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
Arrows smacked rhythmically into the field target, each a hair�s breadth from the other, as Legolas loosed round after round, not halting until his quiver was emptied. Pausing only long enough to retrieve his arrows, he began again, the repeated whine of the bowstring followed by the �thwap� of an arrow imbedding in its mark calming the archer�s anxiety. Over and over he repeated the ritual, the familiar pattern- notch, aim, release- soothing in its predictability, its sameness.
"I assure you, ernilen, it is dead," a lyrical voice said with a chuckle.
Lowering his bow, Legolas turned to find Glorfindel standing behind him, eyes twinkling. "I�m sorry, h�ren ," the prince answered in confusion, "What is dead?"
"The target, pen neth," the elder elf said with a smile, motioning toward the ripped and leaking bag.

"It has gone where all grass-filled effigies go when their usefulness is over. I believe you may safely cease you efforts now."
Smiling sheepishly, Legolas replied, "I did not seek to destroy your training goods, Glorfindel. Please, accept my apologies."
"�Tis alright, I have many others," the balrog slayer began, only to stop in consternation as he saw tears well in the archer�s eyes. "Legolas? What is amiss, mellonen?", he asked gently. "Surely you need not weep over the end of a grass-bag orch?"
"Nay, not the target," the prince said quietly. "Your words��tis alright�reminded me �", he stuttered out, then stopped. "Do not trouble yourself, h�ren . I am well."
Drawing himself to his full impressive height, Glorfindel shook his head. "Nay, pen neth, you are not well. Go retrieve your arrows, then we will address whatever causes you such grief on this beautiful day," he said sympathetically.
Legolas opened his mouth to protest, and was kindly but firmly silenced by the seneschal. "Now, ernil neth. I have not commanded the forces of Imladris for centuries to have my orders disobeyed by a youngling such as you."
Looking into Glorfindel�s caring but determined face, the woodland prince sighed- partly in resignation, and partly in relief � and did as he was bid. Gathering his arrows, Legolas returned to the balrog slayer�s side, and waited. The elder elf reached out and gently touched the golden braids that today gleamed with blue and mithril beads. "The talk did not go so well, hmm?", he asked quietly.
"I�I am not sure," the prince replied softly, lowering his head. Glorfindel looked at the bowed head for a moment, then took hold of a blue-clad arm. "Come with me, Prince Legolas," he said, in a voice that brooked no disagreement. "This sounds needful of a diplomat�s touch. We will go see Erestor."
Reluctantly following the determined balrog slayer, Legolas found himself in Elrond�s library, being greeted by a completely unflustered Chief Advisor. Erestor wore the severe black robes his office demanded, but his hair was braided simply in five-strand side plaits, pulled back to keep the incredible length of blue-black hair out of his work.
Asking no questions in response to Glorfindel�s appearance with the prince in tow, the advisor settled his visitors in comfortable chairs near the arches, and poured generous goblets of deep red wine before turning an inquiring eyebrow on his lover.
"We have a problem that requires a diplomat�s skills, melethen," the golden elder began. "The Prince is distressed, and unable to tell me whether the precipitating discussion was good or bad." Grinning broadly at his lover, he continued, "So I naturally thought of you."
Looking the prince over, taking in his clothing and beaded hair, Erestor quickly concluded who was involved, if not what was causing such confusion. In unpressing conversational tones, he asked Legolas, "Will you tell us what is amiss, ernilen? I assure you it will not be repeated."
When the woodland prince seemed willing, but unable to explain, the advisor continued gently, "Have you had a disagreement with the gwan�n , pen neth?"
To Erestor�s surprise, Legolas smiled ruefully and replied, "Of a sort, I suppose�", then his eyes filled suddenly with tears, and he continued in a whisper, "They think�they say� they are in love with me�"
With no trace of surprise, Glorfindel said, "And this distresses you?". When the prince nodded silently, tears beginning to fall, he went on gently, "Do you not believe them, ernilen? Or do you not return their love?"
"I�I do not know, h�ren ," Legolas sobbed, tears streaming freely now. "I am confused, and�I do not know�torn, I suppose."
Erestor handed the woodland prince a handkerchief, patting his arm soothingly, but making no other effort to quiet him. "It is best to cry it out, meldir," he said softly, when Legolas attempted to forche down his tears.
When the emotional storm passed, the archer looked at the elder elves, shame burning his cheeks. "You must think me foolish, my Lords," he began, but was quickly interrupted by Glorfindel.
"We do not think you foolish, or weak, or whatever other negative description you can muster, Prince Legolas," the balrog slayer said firmly. "We love the gwan�n , and we care for you. Please, let us aid you, if we are able."
Erestor agreed softly, "Aye, pen neth. Tell us what causes you confusion, and mayhap we can help you find your way. Do not worry about being coherent, just open your heart. Oft the most useful words are the least planned."
Faced with their warm acceptance, and his own yearning for advice- or at least comfort- Legolas did what the elder elves asked, simply opening his mouth and letting his thoughts flow out in the same jumble that swirled in his head. He spoke haltingly of his fear of losing his best friends, of his contentment in the days that followed the change in their relationship, from friends to lovers. He told them of his fear of harming the twin-bond, and how that fear had changed to terror of forever being apart, an intruder �the dispensable one. He spoke until no further words would come, until he felt empty, exhausted �and the two ancient elves let him ramble, until finally his words faded away, and he looked at them, his eyes sorrowful, but calmer.
Glorfindel returned the gaze thoughtfully, then spoke gently. "Do you love the gwan�n , pen neth? Aside from your fears, do you return their love?"
Legolas was silent for a long moment, then whispered, "Aye, I do. But I am�"
Erestor broke in, his voice kind. "Legolas, you have journeyed much with Elladan and Elrohir, have you not?"
"I have, for many years," the prince agreed sadly.
The advisor looked at him intently. "When you traveled together, you engaged in orch-raids, in battles?"
"Aye," the archer replied, confused.
"Were you ever afraid one would fail to cover your back, let you fall, to protect the other?", Erestor asked.
Legolas looked at the advisor with a frown. "Of course not," the prince answered. "They fight as one elf. I feel more secure with �Dan and �Roh watching my back than with any other."
Glorfindel raised one golden eyebrow at the archer, then said gently, "So you trust them with your life, but not with your heart?"
Taken by surprise, Legolas opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.
Erestor leaned over laid a hand on the prince�s arm. His voice kind, he entreated, "If they can protect you as one, pen neth, why can they not love you as one?"
The woodland prince sat silently, his face pensive. "I have not taken that view," he admitted slowly. "I never considered�"
"You are not the third, Legolas. You are the second. The gwan�n are one half, and you are the other," Glorfindel interrupted softly. "You are not dispensable, and neither is Elladan, nor Elrohir. All three are needed to make the whole."
Legolas looked intently at the seneschal for a long moment, his face nearly expressionless. Suddenly he drained his wineglass and rose gracefully from the chair. Bowing low to the elder elves, he said, "Lord Erestor, Lord Glorfindel�I cannot express how grateful I am for your wise counsel. But, if you will excuse me, I have an errand that can not wait."
As the prince started down the hall, Glorfindel came to the library door, and called after him. "They have gone to the falls, ernilen."
Waving a hand in thanks, Legolas headed for the back gardens, and the path to the waterfall-laden cliffs.
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The twins lay stretched on their backs, in the soft grass beside a waterfall-fed pool in the rocky grotto.

Elladan still held a glass of sparkling cherry-red wine in his hand, fingers moving repeatedly over the stem. The younger twin had finished his latest drink, and lay arms above his head, staring at the swaying tree branches overhead.

It has been several hours, now, el n�n.
Aye, �Roh, it has. It does not bode well, I think.
Nay, it does not. The more he thinks�
He thinks too much, as I have said before, rohir n�n.

"Are you two asleep, drunk, or involved in a conversation I cannot hear?", Legolas asked teasingly, slipping between the trees to stand at the Elrohir�s feet. "One or the other must be true, or surely you would have heard my approach."
"�Las!", the elf-knight exclaimed, sitting up quickly. "We were just wondering where you had gotten to this afternoon. Will you join us in a glass of wine?"
"Please, do," Elladan added with a smile, sitting up more slowly. "It is a fine day for laying in the sun and getting sloshed. Which we are not, I might add. Yet."
Reassured by the warm greeting, but aware of the wariness with which the twins watched him, the prince bit back a sigh of remorse. He had hurt them this day, though he had not meant to, and some of the trust built up over centuries had been eroded. He only hoped he could repair the damage now.
"I would very much like to share your wine," Legolas answered, "but first there is something I would ask of you."
Two pair of silver-grey eyes looked at him curiously, and two elegant ebony eyebrows arched in question as he paused, for breath and courage. "May I sit with you, �Dan? �Roh?", he asked, his voice ever-so-slightly unsure.
"Of course, mellonen," Elrohir replied, patting a spot between he and his brother. "Join us."
Dropping fluidly to the ground, Legolas reached for a hand on either side, his heart hammering so he could hardly speak. "Please," he said so softly that the others had to draw close to hear him, "Will you hold me?"
"Hold you?", Elladan asked, placing an arm around the prince�s shoulders, squeezing gently.
"Aye, " Legolas, tugging on Elrohir�s hand, as he pulled the elder twin back to lie on the ground. "Please. Both of you. Lie down and hold me."
Lying on his back, a twin snuggled to each side, Legolas closed his eyes and let the scent of Imladris and the roar of the waterfall flow over him, just as it had earlier in the great tree. But this time both the scent and the sound were stronger, and he was surrounded by warmth, and black silk. He was at home. With no thought at all, the only words that would do came effortlessly from his mouth. "El n�n, rohir n�n�Melin chen."
For endless seconds no one moved, or spoke, or breathed. Then as one the brothers raised themselves and looked at the prince with astonishment. "Melich ven?", Elladan asked uncertainly, looking intently into the blue-green eyes, as if searching for reassurance.
"Aye, I do. If you will have me?", Legolas replied, tears welling again. "I am sorry I hurt you�"
"We will have you, anor n�n ," Elrohir whispered, his lips brushing a sensitive ear. "We would have you all day, every day, over and over�" Trailing sweet kisses across the tear-stained cheekbones, the elf-knight covered the trembling mouth with his own, forching apart the warm lips to explore the warm wetness with his tongue.
The prince returned the kiss with a desperation that both surprised and aroused the younger twin. As Elrohir drew away to nibble enticingly down the ivory neck, Legolas quickly reached for Elladan, pulling the elder twin�s head down to capture his mouth in a fierce kiss- breathless minutes of gently battling tongues and nipping teeth, that left both gasping for air, yet eager for more.
Tugging impatiently at the prince�s tunic, the elf-knight sent a shower of fasteners flying, as the stitching gave before the clasps. "You are destroying your own clothing, rohir n�n," Legolas panted hoarsely, as two warm mouths traveled down his chest, tongues lapping teasingly.
"We have more," Elrohir countered with a grin, before taking a pierced nipple in his mouth to tug sharply with his teeth, then soothe with his tongue, before moving to the other side.
Legolas moaned in pleasure at the sensation, then hissed sharply as the second mouth slid over his flat stomach to move teasingly over the cloth of his leggings. Elladan pressed his mouth against the straining lacing and blew puffs of hot, moist breath through the fabric, causing it to rub wickedly against the prince�s aching member.
"Oh Elbereth, take them off�please, el n�n�touch me�", Legolas panted, rocking his hips upward enticingly.
Quickly removing the offending leggings, Elrohir joined his twin at the archer�s groin, and they began to lick his throbbing length in evil tandem, tongues sliding smoothly from base to tip, then meeting in a lavish kiss at the engorged head before descending again.
"Ah�oh�aiya�", the prince whimpered, pushed beyond words by the incredible sensation of dueling tongues. Just as he felt his body gathering for release, the warm wetness was gone, and he glared in disbelief at his tormentors.
"You are heartless, both of you," he rasped, watching with an ill-disguised mixture of impatience and lust as the brothers stripped off their own clothing.
"Aye, we are, " Elladan agreed, midnight-dark eyes gleaming, as he lowered himself atop the ivory body, skin sliding maddeningly over skin, mouths mating hungrily, until Elrohir gave one of his twin�s ebony braids a sharp tug.
"Share, t�ren , or I shall take my toys and go home," the elf-knight teased, slapping his brother gently on the rear.
"That would indeed be a loss," the elder twin returned with a smirk, grasping Elrohir�s hard length and giving it a few swift strokes.
"If you do not stop now, I shall go home�to Taur-na-Fuin," Legolas threatened, reaching for Elrohir, pulling him into the pile of tangled limbs.
Rolling smoothly onto his back, the elf-knight lifted his hips invitingly, eyes on the prince. "Like this, anor n�n ? Have me, like the first time�"
With a shaky breath, the archer moved between the spread thighs, slicking his own turgid length with the leaking fluids. Placing the strong legs around his waist, he pushed firmly into the hot channel with a guttural groan. "Oh yes�Elrohir gasped, pushing up to meet the smooth thrust, "That is so good�"
Elladan moved up behind the prince, pressing soft kisses under the golden hair. Positioning his weeping member, he grasped the sweat-slick hips, then gave a single thrust and buried himself in the welcoming body, shuddering with pleasure as the tight heat surrounded him.
Fighting to regain control, as they had pushed themselves to the brink with their play, Elladan started to move slowly, pulling back then pushing hard into the golden body before him, forching Legolas deep into Elrohir with each movement, blending their motion into one thrust, their moans into one sound.
As the speed and intensity of their movements increased, the elf-knight began stroking himself in synchrony with the pounding thrusts, his eyes locked on the golden figure before him. Suddenly Legolas threw back his head and howled wordlessly, his body stiffening as he reached his climax, the sights and sounds of his pleasure drawing the others over the edge with him.
Lying in a comfortable tangle on the soft ground, snuggled tightly against his lovers, Legolas heard a soft echo in his mind.

Melim chen, anor n�n .

Closing his eyes, he concentrated with all his might on his own message.

Melin chen, el n�n, rohir n�n. Melin chen.

Two dark heads bent to press kisses to golden braids dotted with mithril and blue.

Hannon chen, �Las.

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Elvish Translations:

Melim chen � We love you

anor n�n - my sun

Hannon chen - Thank you

ernilen - my prince

h�ren - my lord

pen neth - young one

mellonen - my friend

orch - orc

ernil neth - young prince

melethen - my love

gwan�n - twins

meldir - male friend

el n�n - my star

rohir n�n - my knight

Melin chen � I love you

Melich ven? - You love us?

Ai - oh

t�ren - my brother

Taur-na-Fuin - Mirkwood (wood of nightshade)
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