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Chapter XII

Imladris, tuilë TA 242

Was there anything that could set one's anticipation and worries on fire like the advent of one's lover? And a relentless lover at that who determinedly tore down the walls of one's restraint stone by figurative stone. Elladan placed a sympathetic hand on his twin's shoulder and gave it a bracing squeeze. But he could not quite keep a smug grin from his countenance either.

Nigh eight years had passed since Legolas attempted his first incursion on Elrohir's sterling sense of honor and duty. That incursion had proven more successful than even Elladan had predicted for all that 'twas he who had cautioned his brother on the certainty of just such a move on the young prince's part. And while Elrohir did his best to inhibit further intimacy between them, Legolas did his utmost to stretch the limits the Elf-knight sought to put on what they could do.

Elrohir was a noble lord and a fearsome warrior but against the steady advance of this most comely of Sindarin princes, he was finding it difficult to hold the line.

As agreed upon years ago, Thranduil continued to send his sons for tutelage and training in Rivendell. While Legolas was indubitably the vale's most frequent woodland guest, Galvreth and Aelluin had also made a fair number of visits while Elivorn and Lalorn had sojourned here thrice each. But Haldoron had ceased to visit the haven altogether (much to the relief of the residents of the Last Homely House) and Nimaras had come to Rivendell just once.

Dusk approached as the twins watched the woodland contingent make its way down the path to the arched gate of the courtyard of Elrond's halls. The duty of welcoming the princes had fallen to them for their parents were busy entertaining a lately arrived delegation of human scholars and scribes from Arnor.

Once the Wood-elves had neared enough for them to recognize faces, both were surprised when they espied Nimaras amongst the siblings. They had been expecting Legolas, Galvreth and Elivorn for it was they whom Thranduil had confirmed were coming in his last missive. Furthermore, Nimaras had behaved as Haldoron during his last and only visit - critical, less than sociable and slow to tolerate the differences between the cultures of Imladris and Eryn Galen. When he at last returned to Greenwood the Great, Elrond had wryly declared his hope that Thranduil would keep his surly fifth-born at home from thereon as he had his eldest.

Considering the state of relations between the younger twin and the bronze-haired prince - lukewarm at best, frigid at worst - it was safe to surmise that the Elf-knight was not at all pleased by Nimaras' unexpected arrival. It was Elladan who bid Lindir to have a room prepared for him. The minstrel cum housemaster hastened away, a frown on his fair face. They would be forced to quarter Nimaras away from his brothers unless he was willing to share accommodations with one of them or they with him. That was unlikely for Thranduil's sons favored having their own rooms and the privacy that accorded them. With that in mind, Lindir supervised the swift readying of the closest spare guest chamber to the other princes' quarters, a room with its own private bath that lay midway down the main corridor of the residential wing a few doors away from the twins' apartments.

Legolas had long out-grown the nursery chamber that had been his Rivendell quarters for many years. Whenever he came to the vale he now stayed in one of the three bedchambers at the end of the hallway that shared a common sitting room. Elrond had counselled the move to encourage the fostering of closer relations between Legolas and his brothers. Since never more than two of Thranduil's older sons ever accompanied him, this spacious suite of rooms had been deemed perfect for the Sindarin princes and reserved solely for their use.

Being in regular proximity to Legolas did indeed prove conducive to the lowering of three of the older princes' former aloofness with their youngest brother. Shorn of their habitual distance from him, Aelluin, Elivorn and Galvreth had since come to concede the absurdity of their ill-founded jealousy and appreciate Legolas' sharp wit, wicked humor and warm affection for those dear to his heart. This was not to say that they were now the greatest of friends but they had finally taken the first steps toward a cohesive fraternal bond and were well on their way to being the siblings they should have been from the very start. It was a development Elrond's household had rejoiced in.

While the housekeeping staff hastened in their task, in the courtyard, the woodland party came to a stop before the waiting twins and the princes dismounted. The brethren greeted them one by one, starting with Elivorn, the most senior prince, as protocol dictated. When at last they welcomed Legolas they were pleased when he remembered his royal manners and conducted himself with all propriety. Elrohir did silently admit with a pang of regret that the exuberant greetings of years past would be sorely missed. That is, until he felt the slightest flick of a tongue tip against his lips when he and Legolas exchanged their customary kiss.

A raven eyebrow rose in tacit admonishment but Legolas merely responded with a smile that barely stopped short of a mischievous smirk. Elladan smothered a guffaw at the subtle by-play between his brother and the younger Elf. Legolas was learning his princely lessons very well indeed, including the uses of subterfuge.

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Elrond and Celebrían duly welcomed their young guests that evening with a festive meal. But Nimaras was displeased by the lack of formality at a dinner in honor of royal-bloods such as he and his brethren. His older brothers took it upon themselves to reprimand him for his pique. Taking him aside to a quiet corner of the great hall, they reminded him that ceremony was no longer necessary since Thranduil's sons - well, most of them - were already such familiar faces in Rivendell that the Lord and Lady of the vale treated them more like favored kin than mere guests.

“If you had not been so averse to coming with us on previous visits, you would not now feel such a stranger here,” Galvreth pointed out.

Nimaras took umbrage at the rebuke. “I do not care to be as kin to those who once partook in the slaying of their own,” he retorted.

“School your tongue, Nimaras,” Elivorn sharply said. “Lord Elrond does not bear the stain of that sin nor do any of those who make this realm their home. Do not look for reasons to demean the Peredhil, brother. They have not wronged us in any way and indeed have proven worthy friends even when 'twas not required of them to show us good faith.” He nodded in Elrohir and Legolas' direction where the pair stood together, embroiled in merry conversation with other Elves of the household.

Nimaras could not gainsay his brother's statement but he scowled nevertheless, fretful as always when reminded of what Legolas had achieved at so early an age - the acquirement of a gallant and desirable mate-to-be afore any of his brothers. His mood darkened further when he saw Legolas curl a proprietary arm around Elrohir's waist, a gesture that elicited an answering smile from the Elf-knight.

Elivorn and Galvreth exchanged exasperated glances before shaking their heads in resignation at their brother's near compulsive recalcitrance.

The dinner ended fairly early that the visiting princes might take their ease soonest after their long journey over the mountains. The twins retired to their own bedchambers as well after seeing the woodland Elves to theirs. But Elladan's earlier jovial mood had suffered some diminishment, wrought by the unmistakably covetous gleam in Nimaras' eyes whenever he directed them at Elrohir. He voiced his misgivings to his twin before they parted for the night.

“Did you note his envy each time Legolas laid claim to you?” he queried.

Elrohir nodded. “He did not trouble to hide his feelings. I own myself surprised. One would have thought his interest engaged elsewhere by now.”

Elladan snorted. “How could it when he believes he must have something before he can discard it? But I think there is more to his rancor than frustrated desire, Elrohir. He wants you but cannot have you and therefore dislikes you for evoking such feelings in him as much as he covets you. And he continues to harbor resentment against Legolas for possessing what he cannot have. I wager he has nursed it without surcease all these years.” He placed a cautioning hand on his twin's arm. “I cannot shake the suspicion that he is biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to strike hard at both of you. Do not trust him, muindor.”-brother. “Never let your guard down in his company.”

“I never have,” Elrohir replied. “But for Legolas' sake, I must remain on civil terms with him at the very least. A binding would make us kin-by-marriage and the last thing I desire is to be the reason for a rift in the family. However, I cannot stop him from behaving like a cur if he so desires. Nor do I care even should it bring censure down upon his head. I have no compunction about letting him provide the rope to hang himself.”

Elladan shook his head. “If only it were a simple matter of impoliteness toward you. Beware, Elrohir. He will not be content until he has done you both some grievous hurt.”

Never one to dismiss the older twin's sage observations, Elrohir assured his brother that he would be wary at all times of the fifth woodland prince.

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Toweling himself dry after a quick bath, Elrohir began to walk to his bed then thought better of going to sleep in naught but his skin. That was fine on all other nights but when a certain Wood-elf was a-visiting… Better to be safe than sorry - or as safe as he could be when faced with such silken graces as Legolas eagerly presented to him. He went to his wardrobe and drew out a bed-shirt and trousers.

He had just donned the trousers when he sensed a presence out on his balcony. He glanced up in time to see a flash of pale gold before a lithe figure dropped to the balcony. Hastily tying his trouser laces, the twin snatched up his shirt and drew it on ere the grinning Elven prince walked up to him.

“And just what are you about, ernil daur?-forest prince?-Elrohir inquired.

A moment later, he heartily wished he had not asked when Legolas pressed up against him with a feline smile, hands snaking up under his open shirt.

“What else but to seek time alone with you?” he purred before sealing his mouth to Elrohir's in the scorching kiss he was not permitted to greet him with in public.

The Elf-knight groaned at the audacious gesture. Splendor of Eru! Legolas was too passionate for his own good. Or Elrohir's for that matter. At least for now.

The feel of the prince's lithe form flush against his was more than he could resist after their long separation. The thin fabric of Legolas' shirt did little to mute the warmth of the young, smooth flesh underneath. His steely control slipping, Elrohir wove his arms around the young prince and drew him into a kiss of such scalding intensity, Legolas thought he would be branded by it for eternity. His yearning for more intimacy with the Elf-knight overriding all else including good sense, he attempted to lure Elrohir to the bed.

Through the haze of his lust, Elrohir recognized the peril of giving in to Legolas' desire. Breaking their kiss, he led the protesting prince to the hearthside couch instead.

“Elrohir-”

“Nay, pen vuil”-dear one-“you know 'tis not right.”

Legolas pouted but sank down onto the couch beside Elrohir and turned into his embrace. Seeking to soothe the prince's ruffled feelings, Elrohir drew him once more into a spate of searing kisses that made him forget his disappointment for a while. His mood sweetened once more, Legolas sighed with bliss and settled in Elrohir's arms.

“You really should not make a habit of being alone with me,” Elrohir murmured, pressing a kiss to the prince's white brow. “'Tis unseemly behavior and - ah, Legolas!”

The abrupt cessation of his reproof was due to the sudden latching of the prince's lips onto a dusky nipple. Once more Legolas was testing the bounds of Elrohir's forbearance in his mission to discover more ways to achieve physical intimacy with him. Elrohir had so far stayed himself from doing likewise to his precocious intended but his self-possession was wearing dangerously thin. It was only with great difficulty that Elrohir managed to extricate himself from the prince's much too delightful ministrations only to have him transfer his attention to his neck.

“Do not test me, Legolas,” he pleaded. “I am not made of stone!”

“Nor am I,” Legolas whispered against his throat, eager lips sucking at the sleek flesh. “Please, Elrohir, I missed you so much!”

He clambered onto Elrohir's lap. Again claiming the Elf-knight's mouth, he pressed himself insistently against Elrohir. The evidence of his need strained against the confines of his trousers, hot and rigid and yearning for relief. Elrohir could not suppress the like response of his own body and Legolas gasped with shocked delight when their groins touched and he felt the heated hardness that met his own. Driven by pure instinct he ground his hips against Elrohir and thereby wrenched nearly all of the Elf-knight's control from him.

Realizing his cause all but lost, Elrohir decided to give in to what he still deemed permissible while he yet had some vestige of control left. Tugging Legolas' trouser laces loose, he plunged his hand into the prince's crotch and summarily captured his moist shaft in his grip. Legolas reared into his touch, desperate to ease himself of the ache that Elrohir's hand both wrought and soothed. Yet he remained aware of Elrohir's own need. Shaking with the pleasure of the twin's caresses, he corralled his scattered wits and tore Elrohir's laces loose. Before Elrohir could stop him, he curled his fingers around his thrumming shaft and stroked it as ardently as Elrohir stroked his.

“Legolas, you must not-!” Elrohir started to protest but the prince determinedly silenced him with his lips while his hand fondled him to an even more adamantine state.

Not even one of Elrohir's resolve could weather such a storm of rapturous sensation and he finally surrendered to it. With a growl he fastened his lips to the base of Legolas' throat, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the prince. Legolas faltered for a moment, distracted by the feeling of a hot mouth wandering the length of his neck. Drawing a ragged breath, he collected himself and continued to pull at the Elf-knight's now slick length.

Warm cream spilled over their hands and dappled their bared bellies as they climaxed one after the other. Legolas collapsed against Elrohir, breathing harshly in the wake of his release. He heard the Elf-knight shakily exhale then mutter an exasperated, “Elbereth preserve me from headstrong Wood-elves.”

He lifted his head and gazed at Elrohir. Saw the regret and dismay that warred with satiation in the twin's grey eyes.

“Surely you do not rue bringing me such joy,” he murmured.

“Not your joy but that we overstepped our bounds once more,” Elrohir said. “Each time we do, we endanger my promise to your father to preserve your innocence until you come of age.”

“I am not exactly innocent any longer,” Legolas pointed out.

Elrohir groaned. Sweet Eru! If they continued thusly, Legolas' only claim to virginity would be the lack of a full breaching either of his own body or that of his first bedmate's.

“Do not tell me that you will not permit this again,” Legolas said, administering light kisses to the Elf-knight's cheeks and lips. “I will not forego such bliss, Elrohir. And you cannot be so cruel as to deny me this.”

“Ai, do you wish to make an oath-breaker of me, Thranduilion?” Elrohir grumbled.

Legolas laughed. “Then I suppose I should return forthwith to my room lest I lead us into further indiscretions,” he offered.

He snatched a kiss from his betrothed. As he responded to the caress, Elrohir noted the unmistakable scent of spent seed that clung to them.

“Do have a wash if you intend to join your brothers,” he counselled. “'Tis not wise to flaunt what we do.”

He had not forgotten what had occurred in the wake of his and Legolas' first tryst in the northernmost reaches of Eryn Galen. They had arrived back in the Woodland Realm just in time for the evening meal. But instead of freshening up for dinner as Elrohir had prudently done, Legolas recklessly appeared before his father and brethren still attired in his riding clothes and bearing the unmistakable aroma of their encounter. Thranduil had summoned Elrohir at once and demanded an explanation. It had taken all of the Elf-knight's eloquence coupled with Legolas' spirited defense of his honor to convince the Elvenking of his youngest son's still intact virginity.

Recalling that contretemps as well, Legolas chortled. “As if they have not yet guessed at what we do.”

Elrohir shook his head. “It still would be best not to give them reason to think that we have broken faith with your sire. Admit it or not, Legolas, but we have come close to doing so many a time.”

The prince giggled. “We would not if you always had your way.”

“I am serious, ernilen”-my prince. “Galvreth and Elivorn will likely hold their tongues but Nimaras might not. Would you have him carry sordid tales to your father? Which reminds me - why did he come with you of a sudden? Last he was here, he made his dislike of Imladris quite clear and, from his demeanor this evening, 'tis obvious that has not changed.”

Legolas shrugged. “Father insisted he further his knowledge of what lies outside Eryn Galen. He informed him that if he did not join us a few more times at least, he could expect to progress no further in rank either in court or in our army.”

“And you did not have aught to do with your sire's decision?” When Legolas shook his head, Elrohir relaxed in relief. “So he has come under threat of being held back. Well, let us hope his disposition will improve somewhat during this visit. Though I very much doubt he will change his mind about our fair valley in his stubbornness.”

“Most likely not. Or about you either.” This last was uttered with a touch of asperity. Elrohir looked at the prince in some surprise.

“Surely you are not jealous,” he said.

Legolas crossed his arms a little peevishly. “Mayhap I should be,” he tartly remarked. “You seem over concerned about Nimaras and his opinions this eve.”

Elrohir's answering laugh was tinged with acerbity. “I care not a whit about him or what he thinks, Legolas. But what he might wreak on you out of spite I do care about. 'Tis why I do not like it when you draw his ire even in jest. I cannot abide having him hurt you as he did of old, my heart.”

Legolas caught his breath at the endearment. He gazed wonderingly at Elrohir.

“Dare I hope that our betrothal is no longer only one of need but also out of - of love?” he whispered.

Elrohir stared at him, realizing his slip too late. He had long held his tongue, not wishing to tie Legolas to him so soon by a declaration of requited love. Not when the prince was still below age and might undergo a change of heart. But hope shone so brightly in Legolas' eyes that he knew he could hide his feelings no more.

“Indeed you may,” he softly said. “I have loved you for many years now, my Greenleaf.”

The felicitous brilliance in Legolas' eyes was a sight he would not have missed for all the gold in Arda. He drew the prince into his arms, feeling the latter's elation in the trembling of his form and the snugness of his embrace.

“Why did you not tell me?” Legolas demanded, his throat tight with his unruly emotions.

“What if you should turn to another when you reach your majority?” Elrohir replied. “I would not have you honor our betrothal merely for duty's sake.”

“Turn to another?” the prince repeated, glancing at him. “As if there was such a one that could compare to you! I will not change, Elrohir, neither my mind nor my heart.”

Elrohir sighed and touched his forehead to Legolas'. “Then will you bind to me upon your fiftieth year, melethen?”-my love?

Legolas' cry was of purest joy and he sealed his mouth to Elrohir's in such blatant desire and heartfelt feeling that it nearly brought tears to the Elf-knight's eyes. Ah, to know this wondrous creature his for eternity was almost more happiness than he could bear.

Legolas began to rub against him in renewed arousal. It was fortunate that they had just spent themselves for it gave Elrohir time to buttress his will and resist the urge to mark his admission of love by joining their bodies. Shifting the prince on his lap so that Legolas straddled him once more, he reached for their lengthening shafts and stroked them together. Legolas shuddered in delight, moaning against his mouth. He thrust wantonly into Elrohir's hands, the movement causing his shaft to slide repeatedly against the Elf-knight's length.

Elrohir groaned as pure sensation ran along his nerves, bordering on excruciating in its intensity. Somewhere in the back of his pleasure-befuddled mind, the thought arose that their first true coupling would be explosive to put it mildly if this was any indication of what ecstasy they could expect then. Casting restraint aside, he hungrily plundered Legolas' mouth, weaving a hand through the prince's shining locks at his nape and drawing him even closer while his other hand pulled ever more rapidly on their straining shafts. It did not take long for them to reach completion. A low guttural cry heralded Legolas' release before the prince spent himself, his seed mingling with the cream of the Elf-knight's climax.

Panting, Legolas slumped in Elrohir's arms and laid his head on the twin's shoulder. After a breathless moment, Elrohir glanced down at their seed-smeared bellies and the milky stains on their trousers. He weakly chuckled.

“Valar, you don't only need a wash, Legolas, but a change of clothing as well!”

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He obediently followed Elrohir's counsel. Slipping back into his room by way of his window, he washed away the evidence of their tryst and donned a fresh set of nightwear. When he ventured into the sitting room outside his chamber to see what his brothers were doing, he smelled quite innocently of soap and water. But no amount of ablutions could erase the glow on his countenance that bespoke an intimate encounter. The others quickly guessed what he had been about and with whom.

Awaiting Nimaras' next move, Galvreth lifted his eyes from the Strategy board to look speculatively at his younger brother. Seated at the writing desk where he was composing a letter to their father, Elivorn did the same. Galvreth took a moment to divine how Legolas could have slipped out of the suite unnoticed. At length, he huffed and shook his head.

“Let me guess,” he dryly said. “Your window?”

Legolas grinned and nodded. Elivorn laid down his quill and turned in his seat to regard him with some severity.

“I trust the Peredhel has not broken his word to Adar?”-Father?-he queried.

Legolas rolled his eyes in droll fashion. “I did my best but his will is too strong,” he cheekily replied.

“Such admirable restraint,” Nimaras muttered, a faint sneer in his voice.

“Admirable indeed,” Legolas cheerfully agreed, refusing to allow Nimaras to mar his merriment. “It seems to be a common trait amongst the Half-elven. I wager you know whereof I speak, Galvreth.” He smirked with satisfaction when the argent-haired prince was seen to turn a slightly rosy hue. “Do you not think it maddening?”

Elivorn came to Galvreth's rescue. “You will know a first hard ride if you continue to tease Elrohir so, tôr dithen”-little brother-he lightly chided.

Legolas chortled. “As to that, I shall not be the only one who will,” he retorted.

While Elivorn nearly choked at the revelation, Nimaras looked up sharply from the gaming table, disbelief etched on his face. Galvreth laid a disapproving frown on Legolas for being much too forthcoming about so personal a matter.

“What! Can that be true?” Elivorn said. “I had not thought either of the twins untried in any area of bed-play.”

“You can believe it,” Legolas drawled. “I think it will be most interesting to test Elrohir's mettle when the time comes!”

With that, he bid his brothers goodnight and blithely returned to his room, pointedly ignoring Nimaras' envious stare. Galvreth, however, did not.

“'Tis not meet to covet another's promised,” he quietly warned.

Nimaras met his eyes then scowled and returned his attention to their game. Galvreth studied him long and curiously before following suit.

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Glossary:

tuilë - Quenya for spring

Thranduilion - son of Thranduil

meet - suitable or proper (archaic)

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