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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 11

~Mirkwood 2151 III~

"�Tis a sight I would have never thought to see, tôren," Barangolas said, shaking his head in continued amazement. "�Twas only Gwaeron past that they seemed likely to come to blows."
Legolas smiled slightly, following his brother�s gaze to the observation flet where Elladan and Anteruon sat, obviously deep in conversation, their gestures animated as the discourse focused on the treatment of a wound, the setting of a bone, the dousing of a stubborn fever.
"They have much to speak of since Anteruon has put away his animosity," Legolas answered. "I am glad to see them so comfortable together."
"As am I," Barangolas agreed heartily. Caught up in memories of the tension fraught days of spring, the youngest woodland prince was startled back to the present by his brother�s unexpected remark. "Pardon, tôren?"
"I said �tis well enough that I knew Anteruon involved with Amoniel, and a committed lover of ellith besides, else I would have thought him smitten with �Dan," Legolas replied. "His pique bordered on obsession, at times."
Dumbfounded by his brother�s unwitting accuracy, Barangolas bit back a sigh of relief when Elrohir approached, saving him the necessity of a reply. "I think you had best take this one to the caverns, tôr einior," he said with a grin, looking over the elf-knight�s sweat-and-dirt streaked form. "And then to the healers. Tiri and Lind have damaged him."
"I am not damaged, mellonen," Elrohir retorted, wiping his face wearily with his discarded tunic. "Merely winded. Those two are quite a team."
"Aye, they are," Barangolas answered absently, his attention fixed firmly on the sparring field.
Legolas chuckled, smacking his brother lightly on the shoulder. "�Twould seem that we are not the only ones headed for the caverns, hmm, pen dithen? Or will you bed Lind without benefit of a wash?"
"Sweat does have its merits," Barangolas mused, his emerald eyes dancing with mirth as he began to move toward his lover. "But I think a long soak in a private tub is called for in this case."
"A private tub, indeed," Legolas repeated thoughtfully, glancing toward the platform where Elladan and Anteruon remained lost in their talk of elixirs and herbs.
Turning an unmistakably predatory gaze on Elrohir, the woodland prince smiled. "I will prepare you a bath in our chambers, melethen," he promised, "and we will discuss the issue of debt."
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It was with some trepidation that the elf-knight finally rose from the bath and began toweling himself dry. Imperiously ordered into the tub, hair and skin scrubbed within an inch of his potentially immortal life, he had then been instructed to soak in the refilled tub as long as he liked. The warm, scented water eased both his muscles and his mind, and he had tarried until the bath began to cool. Slipping into the loose leggings that lay waiting near the towels, Elrohir drew a deep breath before opening the door into the bedchamber.
Late afternoon sunlight streamed into the room, dappling the woven walls with patches of gold and shadow. The balcony door stood ajar, allowing a cool breeze to waft into the chamber. Just as the elf-knight realized his lover was nowhere to be seen, Legolas stepped through the open door.
The woodland prince had changed into simple leggings as well, and Elrohir felt a familiar flare of heat in his groin as he took in the sight. Golden hair hung unbound, streaming over the prince�s shoulders, seeming ablaze in the warm light. His creamy skin glowed softly, bringing well-defined muscles into sharp relief. The blue-green gaze that had been so appraising earlier sparkled with affection, as well as desire.
"Come sit on the bed, rohir nín," Legolas said, extending a hand in invitation. "I will comb your hair, if you like."
Settling himself on the edge of the bed, a goblet of Dorwinion in his unresisting hand, Elrohir sighed with pleasure as the woodland prince moved to sit behind him, pulling gentle fingers through the damp mass of his hair before beginning to comb the ebony strands.
The elf-knight roused himself with difficulty when the rhythmic motion ceased and turned to look at his companion questioningly. "�Tis hardly payment, anor nín, to have you coddle me. Or have you yet to claim your due?"
Urging Elrohir back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, Legolas took the empty wineglass and set it aside. "Nay, this is what I claim," he retorted with a grin, moving to sit astride the elf-knight�s thighs. "Just you, alone and at my mercy."
"I have no complaints," Elrohir chuckled, turning his head invitingly as a warm mouth moved over his throat. "Though mercy is not a quality I associate with...Valar, wood-elf! That hurt!"

Legolas licked the angry red bite mark soothingly, then pulled away to meet his lover�s gaze. "Less banter, more moaning, Peredhel," he said unrepentantly, his eyes dancing. "Else I shall find something to occupy your mouth."
"Indeed?" the elf-knight asked, one dark eyebrow arching in amusement. "Would that be..."
"�Roh?" Legolas broke in, his breath ghosting across Elrohir�s lips. "Shut up."
The younger twin�s retort was lost in a plundering kiss, an aggressive assault by tongue and teeth that left him breathless and vaguely uneasy. Insistent hands cradled his head, pulling gently, and then one ear tip was captured, drawn into the wet warmth to be nipped and suckled.
The woodland prince growled in approval as a reluctant moan was wrenched from his lover. "Aye, that is the sound I wish to hear, melethen," he crooned, releasing Elrohir�s head before pressing another searing kiss to the reddened lips.
Catching the elf-knight�s hands in his own, Legolas guided them to the thick branches that formed the headboard. "Hold tight, rohir nín," he purred, a mere heartbeat before he slid down to nuzzle Elrohir�s pierced nipple, tugging and flipping the mithril ring with his tongue.
Elrohir gasped raggedly as the sharp tingle caused by the ring�s movement coursed through his body. Agile fingers mapped the muscles and planes of his torso, a trail of wet kisses following their wandering path. A teasing tongue stabbed his navel once...twice, before sharp teeth closed on the leather ties that closed his leggings, tugging them loose with practiced ease.
Legolas chuckled, the vibrations doing nothing to ease the twitching beneath his lover�s stretched lacings. Pressing his mouth to the thin fabric, he exhaled slowly, sending a wash of warm air over the elf-knight�s hard length. A satisfying howl sounded, and a triumphant grin spread across the woodland prince�s face. "Up, melethron," he ordered, slapping Elrohir�s hip lightly. "You are overdressed."
The elf-knight raised his hips obediently, shuddering as his hot skin was bared to the cool breeze. Caught in his lover�s darkened emerald gaze, Elrohir watched as a curtain of silken gold descended, the ends teasing his stomach and groin in the instant before his aching arousal was engulfed. "Oh, yes," he breathed, biting back a whimper as the skilled tongue swirled and fluttered. "Yes..."
Tightening his grip on the elf-knight�s hips, Legolas let the swollen shaft slip from his lips. Ignoring his lover�s growl of protest, he flicked his tongue over the soft skin of Elrohir�s inner thighs before moving lower to nuzzle the tender sac, already drawn up snug and tight.
Elrohir went still, his knuckles whitening as he squeezed the bark-covered curves of the headboard. Desire struggled with anxiety as the wicked tongue crept lower, and the elf-knight swallowed hard, searching for the words to explain.
Legolas pulled away, rising to his knees to remove his dampened leggings before settling back onto Elrohir�s lap. "I would not ask it of you, �Roh," he murmured, pressing a flurry of soft kisses to the younger twin�s face. "�Tis between you and �Dan."
"�Las...I..." Elrohir began, only to be interrupted by a fierce kiss.
"Not now, rohir nín," Legolas groaned, grasping both straining arousals, spreading the copious fluids. "Now is for pleasure. For us." Pressed snugly against Elrohir�s chest, the golden elf impaled himself on his lover�s slick length.
The elf-knight hissed as he was sheathed in the unprepared passage, fighting the urge to thrust up and bury himself in the velvety heat. His eyes fluttered closed as Legolas began to rock slowly, the gentle motion sending bolts of sensation rippling over both their bodies. Lowering his arms, Elrohir gripped the prince�s hips and opened his eyes to meet the dilated emerald gaze. "Melin chen," he whispered, capturing his lover�s mouth in a lingering kiss.
"Melin chen," Legolas moaned, his movements becoming larger and more rapid as his body accepted and then welcomed the piercing length. "Oh, gods, �Roh..."
Elrohir groaned with relief as he felt his lover relax, and he began to move with Legolas, meeting each downward slide with an upward thrust of his hips. Spiraling quickly toward his own release, the elf-knight wrapped his hand firmly around the hard length that prodded his stomach, stroking in time to the increasingly erratic lunges of the prince�s body.
Legolas threw his head back with a whimper as the strong hand closed around him, his body trembling on the edge of completion. With a final downward plunge the prince fell, spilling over Elrohir�s fist with a keening cry, even as he was filled with the liquid heat of his lover�s release.
The elf-knight wrapped his arms around Legolas, burying his face in the sweat-damp curve of the prince�s neck with a satisfied sigh. "Shall we say my debt is paid, then, melethen?"
"Aye," the woodland prince agreed drowsily, moving to curl against Elrohir�s side. "We shall, indeed."

TBC...

Elvish Translations:

Gwaeron � March

tôren � my brother

ellith � female elves

tôr einior � elder brother

mellonen � my friend

pen dithen � little one

melethen � my love

rohir nín � my knight

anor nín � my sun

melethron � lover (male)

Melin chen � I love you
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