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Princes Three: Any Shelter	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10324 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10
~Imladris 2151 III~
Thranduil settled into the comfortable garden chair, sipping thoughtfully at a goblet of fruited wine. �This is quite good, mellynen,� he said, smiling at his companions.
��Tis refreshing in the summer�s heat,� Erestor agreed, adeptly rescuing a strawberry from his glass and popping it in his mouth.
�Though �Restor finds as much enjoyment in the fruit as in the wine,� Glorfindel chuckled as his mate carefully retrieved another berry. His expression becoming serious, he caught Thranduil�s emerald gaze. �Are you ready yet to share your worries?�
The woodland king drew a deep breath and nodded. �Aye, I am. Though the Lady Celebr�an has done much to ease my mind.�
Erestor nodded, looking intently at his new lover. �Our Lady is very wise, meldir. She sees much that is hidden to others.�
�She does, indeed,� Thranduil replied with a sigh. �She has helped me unburden myself of much guilt and confusion, and for that I am more grateful than I can say.� Meeting his companions� eyes levelly, he went on, �But she will not speak for the living.�
�A good thing, all in all,� Glorfindel broke in mildly. �Come, melethron. What troubles you so?�
�I would know what is expected of me,� the woodland king said bluntly. �I feel as though I have been made alive again by your affection, by your loving. I would do nothing to jeopardize what we have built during my stay here.�
Erestor leaned forward to grasp Thranduil�s hand. �What we share with you is freely given, melethen. Nothing is expected of you, save to be truthful regarding you wants and fears.�
The woodland ruler opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by a shake of Glorfindel�s head. �We understand your question, mellonen. You are free to do as you please. We will take no other in your place, but we do not ask that you remain chaste during the long months we will be apart.�
Folding his hand around the others, Glorfindel smiled. �Follow your heart, Thranduil. It will not lead you astray.�
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~Mirkwood 2151 III~
A gentle breeze danced through the open balcony door, cooling the bedchamber, which was awash in the light of the full moon. Muffled murmurs and gasps rose from the rumpled bed, and Elrohir sighed with pleasure, stretching his neck invitingly as sharp teeth and warm lips marked his skin. �Mmm, yes,� he breathed, �That is nice.�
And then he felt it. Again. The faint echo of melancholy - the solemnity that had become a persistent part of their lovemaking, as well as the bane of his existence.
Looking at Legolas intently, the elf-knight saw that the emerald-dark eyes were once again mithril-rimmed, sparkling with unshed tears. Turning to his brother, he noted that Elladan�s darkened grey gaze also glimmered in the soft light.
Elrohir rose abruptly, turning his back on his astonished lovers.
�What are you doing, �Roh?� Legolas asked, his confusion apparent. �Where are you going?�
Elladan sat up slowly but remained silent, sensing his twin�s surging irritation.
The elf-knight closed his eyes, fingers burrowing through his own tousled hair. With what seemed a heroic effort, he kept his voice nearly free of exasperation.
��Tis supposed to be enjoyable, you know,� he said mildly, his back still to the others. �Else there is truly no point, as we are unlikely to produce any contribution to the next generation.�
�Your sarcasm is unwarranted, t�ren,� Elladan replied quietly, silencing Legolas with a look.
�Is it?� Elrohir demanded, his calm facade slipping dangerously as he moved to face his twin. �You call it settled, �Dan. Over and done. And yet we cannot come together without surreptitiously wiped tears and mournful sighs. From the both of you.�
�They are tears of relief, rohir n�n, not tears of sorrow,� Legolas said, ignoring the warning touch of Elladan�s hand. �Would you not have us treasure what has been restored?�
�I would have less weeping and more rutting in my bed,� Elrohir snapped, turning a frosty glare on the woodland prince. Legolas winced at the stinging retort, and the elf-knight�s voice softened, becoming almost wistful. �I would have things as they were before.�
Come here, then, t�r dithen.
The seductive drawl curled through Elrohir�s mind, answered by a flare of heat in his groin. The ghost of a frown flitted across his face as he turned to meet his brother�s glittering gaze.
Not that long before, �Dan.
One ebony eyebrow arched in disbelief and Elladan opened his mind, the corners of his mouth curling in a predatory smile as Elrohir swallowed heavily, his eyes wide and dark.
The elf-knight gasped as his thoughts were flooded with an erotic mix of images and words that left no doubt as to Elladan�s intent.
Legolas watched raptly, his own heart pounding in the near palpable tension of the silent chamber. Watched as Elladan�s chin rose imperiously, the obsidian silk of his hair sliding over hard muscle and soft pillows. Watched as Elrohir moved to stand before his brother, their midnight dark gazes meeting a mere heartbeat before Elladan reached for the lacings of the elf-knight�s rough-woven sleep pants.
I want to taste you.
Elrohir shivered as the shared thought brushed his mind, his eyes never leaving his brother�s face. Cool air caressed heated skin as his loose breeches fell open under Elladan�s impatient fingers, revealing a shaft already thick and heavy with blood.
Elladan pushed the thin fabric to the floor and pressed his face to the elf-knight�s groin, inhaling the familiar musky scent with a sigh of pleasure.
�Tis finer than any incense or oil ever made, melethen.
A moan escaped Elrohir as his lover�s breath moved over sensitive skin, and he reached for the arched branches that formed the bed�s headboard, seeking support for his trembling body. Soft skin and silken hair teased him as Elladan pressed a line of wet kisses from hip to thigh before lapping at the tender pouch beneath his arousal.
His hips pushing forward of their own accord, the elf-knight dropped one hand to his brother�s head, his fingers twining in the glossy ebony strands. �Please, �Dan...� he breathed. �Please.�
Legolas� swallowed hard, his stomach tightening in sympathy as Elladan ignored the whispered plea, continuing to nuzzle and nibble at the now-snug sac. Silvery drops of fluid clung to Elladan�s dark hair and smeared one flushed cheek, and the prince was suddenly overcome by the urge to lick away the shimmering trail.
Crawling across the wide bed, Legolas buried his face in the elder twin�s hair, lapping at the smoky-sweet dribbles before turning his attention to the tempting smear on Elladan�s face.
Elrohir groaned aloud as he watched the golden elf, entranced by the barely visible pink tongue that moved cat-like over his brother�s hair and skin before luring Elladan into a lingering kiss.
Pulling away, the woodland prince drew his tongue lightly over Elrohir�s hip, tracing the sharp planes of muscle and bone with a line of wet fire. A moment later he threw out a steadying arm, his support keeping the elf-knight upright in the face of Elladan�s onslaught.
A wordless howl was ripped from Elrohir as his brother�s mouth engulfed him without warning. His legs seemed suddenly useless, and if not for Legolas� arm and Elladan�s firm grip on his hips, the elf-knight would surely have fallen.
The golden elf shivered, his own arousal pulsing insistently as he watched the slick column disappear again and again into Elladan�s mouth, to be worked expertly by tongue and teeth.
Elrohir�s head fell back as he became lost in sensation, the ends of his raven dark hair brushing repeatedly across the gentle swell of his backside. Closing his eyes, he tightened his hold on the headboard, allowing Elladan to control his pleasure.
Legolas watched the mesmerizing swing of the elf-knight�s hair for a long moment, then slid to the floor behind the dark elf, his hands kneading hard thighs before wandering upward to map curves and creases. Feeling Elrohir shudder under his caresses, the woodland prince bit back a smirk as he carefully guided one of his lover�s knees to the bed.
Though he was dimly aware of Legolas� movements � and what they likely portended � the elf-knight stiffened, a broken litany of oaths and pleas spilling from his mouth, when he felt the first wet slap of his lover�s tongue.
His thumbs opening the way, the golden elf lapped teasingly at the puckered entrance, waiting for Elrohir�s body to relax before pushing past the tight muscle, unconsciously matching the torturous rhythm Elladan was setting.
Elrohir trembled, his breath coming in great gasps as the pressure in his groin curled tighter and tighter. At last the earlier tension combined with the agonizingly slow pace of his lovers� movements to bring the elf-knight to an overwhelming climax.
As Elladan released his softening length with a final lick, Elrohir�s knees buckled and he collapsed into his brother�s arms.
�Melin chen, t�ren,� the elder twin whispered, stroking the sweat-damp hair soothingly. Easing the limp form to the bed, Elladan met the woodland prince�s emerald gaze questioningly, a trace of apprehension gleaming in his darkened eyes.
Understanding immediately, Legolas shook his head and reached to tuck a strand of ebony hair behind the elder twin�s ear. �Nay,� he replied quietly, answering the unasked question. �He has need of you now, el n�n, not me. �Twas for his pleasure. Nothing more.�
Elladan�s relief was palpable as caught the prince�s hand and urged him down onto the bed. �We would have you here beside us, anor n�n,� he whispered, pulling Legolas into a gentle kiss.
�Always,� the golden elf promised. Wriggling out of his sleep pants, Legolas settled comfortably against the mounded pillows. �Now,� he said, mischief sparkling in his eyes. �Entertain me.�
�By all means,� Elrohir chuckled, drowsy and content in the aftermath of his explosive completion. �Amuse our wood-elf.�
Stretching languidly, the elf-knight reached for his brother�s lacings. �Take those off, �Dan,� he ordered, smiling slightly at the speed with which his demand was met. �Eager, are we, melethen?�
�We are,� Elladan retorted, covering Elrohir�s body with his own, scattering soft kisses over his lover�s flushed face. �I am. I need you.�
�And I need you,� the elf-knight whispered, raising his head to capture his brother�s mouth in a tender kiss. �Love me, t�ren.�
Legolas drew a deep breath as the two identical forms melted into one another, a tangle of pale limbs and midnight dark hair. He still found the sight of his twins together breathtaking, and the tension and disharmony of the past days made this joining all the more poignant for the woodland prince.
Unable to ignore the ache in his own groin for a moment longer, Legolas wrapped one hand around his weeping erection, groaning aloud as he began to stroke the slick flesh slowly. He watched spellbound as Elrohir�s legs snaked around Elladan�s waist and the elder twin pushed forward, taking the elf-knight with one forceful thrust.
The silvery shimmer that heralded the twins� fusing spread quickly, the light of the moon suddenly pale and cold beside the warm glow. His hand moving ever more rapidly as his climax approached, Legolas forced himself to pause as a single voice echoed in his mind.
Will you not join me, �Las?
�Nay, melethen,� he answered aloud, his voice rough in his own ears. �Tonight I wish only to watch you.�
The voice was now amused, a lilt of laughter obvious beneath the strain of passion.
Voyeur.
�Exhibitionist,� Legolas chuckled, his hand moving again despite his best efforts to still it.
Coal black eyes met the prince�s emerald gaze.
Then we are well matched.
�We are,� Legolas agreed hoarsely, giving in to the need to stroke faster, harder as the entwined bodies of his lovers began to rock as one, whimpers and moans increasing in intensity until at last a blended wail signaled their release.
Spilling over his own hand with a shuddering groan, the woodland prince fell weakly to his side and lay still, waiting for the violent pounding of his heart to slow.
When strong arms reached for him, Legolas rolled gratefully into the offered space between his lovers, his head cradled on Elrohir�s shoulder, Elladan�s body spooned tightly against his back.
�Was that rutting enough for you, �Roh?� the golden elf teased, rubbing his cheek over the elf-knight�s hard chest.
�For the moment,� Elrohir replied with a grin, brushing his lips across the silken strands that tickled his chin. �I do believe I am in your debt, however, �Las.�
�Deeply, rohir n�n,� Legolas murmured sleepily. �And you may be sure I shall collect. Tomorrow.�

TBC...

Elvish translations:
t�ren � my brother

rohir n�n � my knight

t�r dithen � little brother

melethen � my love

el n�n � my star

Melin chen � I love you

mellynen � my friends

meldir � friend (male)

melethron � lover (male)
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