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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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Interlude 3

Legolas stretched drowsily, wincing as a dull pain shot through his lower regions. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to find the room fully awash in sunlight, and the bed empty, save for himself. Sitting up slowly, he discovered a small cheesecloth bag on Elladan�s pillow. Curious, he picked up the offering, and found that it was accompanied by a note:

Have a hot soak, anor n�n, with these herbs. �Twill help the ache. We shall return ere breakfast.

The short missive was adorned with a stylized double �E�, indicating that it was from both the twins.
Blushing furiously, but smiling none-the-less, the woodland prince threw himself back down onto the pillows and stretched again, his mind wandering over the events of the previous night. The soreness was persistent, and Legolas realized- with a fresh wave of blushes- that he must have been every bit as wanton as memory painted, if his lovers thought him needful of a hot herbal bath before breakfast.
Rising reluctantly, he made his way to the bathing chamber with only a few mumbled curses. There he was pleasantly surprised to find the tub nearly filled, waiting only for the addition of hot water to bring it to temperature. Fervently thankful for the springs that supplied Imladris with nearly-boiling water on demand, he opened the pipe that carried the mineral-rich hot water and finished filling the huge tub. Swirling the sack of herbs through the water, he inhaled appreciatively as the fresh scent was released, and the water slowly turned a soft green.
Considering the color of the water warily, Legolas braided his hair in one thick plait, then stepped into the tub. Lowering himself carefully into the steaming water, he first hissed in discomfort, as his over-used bottom contacted the water, then sighed with relief as the medicinal herbs began to soothe the raw areas. Fragrant soaps lay at hand, and Legolas scrubbed himself thoroughly, making his fair skin glow. Flipping his braid over the edge of the tub, the prince then sank into the warmth with a groan of pleasure, sliding down until his chin touched the sweet-scented water, his eyes turning vacant in utter relaxation.
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"�Tis perfect, �Dan," Elrohir said with patent satisfaction. "I can not imagine a better gift."
Nodding in agreement, Elladan replied, "�Las will be very pleased, I wager. Do you suppose he will wear it at home, in Taur-na-Fuin?"
The elf-knight frowned thoughtfully. "Mayhap. �Tis not as if he is carrying the tokens of Mordor into Thranduil�s realm, after all. Ada has long been a friend of the King."
"I am glad it will serve, my lords," the designer said gratefully. "When will you be wanting it completed?"
"Soon, very soon, I fear," the elder twin admitted. "Tomorrow, by feast time?"
"�Twill be a stretch,� the artisan said slowly, "But not impossible. I will have it ready, h�ren."
"We are in your debt, then, Celmon, both for seeing us at this hour, and for rushing your work," Elladan replied with a smile. "�Roh will come for it ere dinner begins tomorrow."
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Aware of the sounds in the bed-chamber, and recognizing them as safe, Legolas did not stir from his reverie �til he felt a soft touch on the tip of his nose. Slowly focusing, he found himself staring, somewhat cross-eyed, at a silky black braid. And mithril beads. "Mornin�, rohir n�n," he said with a smile, stretching lazily.
"Good morning, �Las," Elrohir replied with a grin. "You do realize that should you drown, your ada would attack Imladris, and you would be responsible for an entire wave of kinslayings. �Tis not safe to drowse so in the water, anor n�n. Besides, it is nearly time for breakfast."
Standing and stretching lavishly, the woodland prince accepted the extended towel as he stepped from the deep tub. As he patted himself dry, he noted that Elrohir still stood beside the tub, watching intently. Raising one golden eyebrow in silent question, he looked expectantly at the elf-knight.
"How are you feeling this morning, melethen? Did the bath help?", the younger twin asked in response to the inquisitive look.
Feeling his face beginning to redden, Legolas answered, "I am fine, and aye, it did help," then quickly changed the subject. " Where have the two of you been this early?"
"I fear that is not for discussion just yet, anor n�n," Elrohir returned with a grin, opening the door for the prince. "And you are sweet when you blush," he whispered as his lover walked by him into the bed chamber.
Glaring at the elf-knight, Legolas nearly ran into a grinning Elladan, who stood holding out leggings and shirt, both of deep blue. "Here you are anor n�n," he said, handing the clothing to the prince.

"How do you feel, �Las? We have some salve that will help."
Face burning, the prince pulled on his leggings, then snapped, "I am fine, �Dan. I am fine. Aye, the bath helped. And I need no salve." Turning his glare on the elder twin he went on, "Was there anything else?"
Elladan chuckled and replied, "Just one more thing, melethen. I agree. You are sweet when you blush."
Speechless with indignation, Legolas rolled his eyes and turned to finish dressing, then tugged viciously at his braid, trying to unbind the slightly damp hair. Suddenly he found himself caught in a snug embrace, pulled tightly back against a warm body. "Forgive us, �Las," Elladan whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of the ivory neck. "We did not mean to anger you. Melim chen, anor n�n."
His ire fading, the woodland prince leaned comfortably into the elder twin�s arms. "I know, el n�n," he said with a smile. "Melin chen. I should not be so easily irked. I just so hate to blush. And I can not fathom why I still blush in private, with only the three of us to see or hear."
"�Tis alright," Elladan soothed, patiently unbraiding the tangled golden strands. "It is a part of you, �Las. �Twould seem strange if you did not flush."
"Aye, it would," Elrohir agreed, beginning to brush the unbound hair. "Mayhap when you are older, like Glorfindel, it will stop. But I wish not. I would count it a loss."
Sectioning the shining hair, Elladan quickly fashioned a single braid, blue and mithril beads woven sparingly into the golden strands. "Now we all match, " he said with a grin, "And just in time. I hear the last breakfast chimes."
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As the three princes entered the informal breakfast room, those of the household who had already begun eating looked up expectantly. All of Imladris was following the progress of the triad. A few jealously hoped for its failure, but most of the valley approved of the woodland prince, and felt his golden beauty a perfect complement to the twin�s darker charms. Thus, the lovers were met with smiling faces as they made their way to the high table, where the Lord of Imladris and his two closest advisors had already been served.
"Good morning," Elrond said with a smile, turning his gaze on each in turn. "I trust you rested well? We missed you rather early last eve."
"Very well, indeed," Elladan answered with a grin. "�Twas a perfect night. And did you rest well after your picnic, Ada?"
"I did, ionen," the lord replied. Turning to his younger son, he went on, "�Twas an excellent idea, Elrohir. Most relaxing. Everyone enjoyed it greatly."
The elf-knight beamed. "Hannon chen, Ada. �Twas a pleasure for us to plan, too."
"You are a little late this morning", Erestor said to Elladan, as a server brought tea, plates of fruit and bowls of steaming grain porridge for the princes. "Did your errand prove difficult?"
"Nay, the errand was most successful, " the elder twin said with a smile. "But we left �Las abed, and he was nearly asleep in the bath when we returned."
Grinning broadly, Elrohir added, "He was, indeed. I feared for a moment he had drowned."
Frowning warningly, Legolas said, "I was not asleep, I was relaxing, as you well know. And what errand drew the two of you from bed so early? �Tis most unusual."
"One that is not for discussion just now, anor n�n," Elladan replied, completely unperturbed. "And as you well know, we oft rise before dawn in the wilds."
"Aye," the elf-knight began quietly, a teasing gleam in his eyes, "We are early risers, when not awakened in the middle of the night by euphoric�"
"Elrohir!", the woodland prince hissed, his ears pink. "Enough. Eat your cereal, rohir n�n, before you find yourself wearing it."
Glorfindel snorted. "I would heed that warning, pen neth. The porridge is quite hot this morn. It could have devastating consequences if dumped in your lap."
Eyes wide in mock horror, Elrohir turned to his meal, nearly dropping his tea when a palm slid lightly over the lacings of his leggings, as a voice echoed in his thoughts.

�Twould be devastating, indeed, if any injury befell this, hmm?

Glancing in disbelief at Legolas, he found the blue-green eyes twinkling at him warmly, in an otherwise innocent face. With an impish grin, the elf-knight let go a reply.

Aye, �Twould be vile indeed. �Twould leave you short half a cinnamon bun.

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"Can you have them ready?", Legolas asked anxiously, "I know �tis short notice."
Looking carefully at the items to be adapted, Celmon smiled. "Aye, h�ren. �Twill not be so much long work, as tedious work. I will have them done by feast time tomorrow."
"I will come and get them before the meal, then�", the woodland prince began, but the other interrupted politely.
"Begging your pardon, your Majesty, but that is not a good idea. You would surely be seen. Mayhap I can have them left for you in the library, as soon as they are complete? The Lord Erestor will not mind."
"Thank you very much, Celmon," Legolas said, inclining his head. "I am in your debt."
Bowing low, the bemused elf wondered what would come of having not one, but three Elven princes in his debt.
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Elvish Translations:
anor n�n - my sun

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

h�ren - my lord

rohir n�n - my knight

el n�n - my star

melethen - my love

ionen - my son

Hannon chen - Thank you

Ada, Adar - Dad, Father

pen neth - young one
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