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Princes Three: In the Shadows of Mirkwood	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4141 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12

Mirkwood 2151 III

Are you completely without mercy, �Las? Fourteen days! �Tis cruel beyond reason.
You were unconscious for ten of those days, rohir n�n...
Mayhap, but I was alive, was I not?
Aye, but barely...
�Las, I have not gone fourteen days without a tumble since my majority.
Then �tis time you developed some self-control...

"Elrohir!", Legolas hissed in exasperation, abandoning his thoughts as the dark head that had been resting chastely on his shoulder turned to nuzzle his throat.
"Hmm?", the elf-knight acknowledged absently, his tongue lapping teasingly over ivory skin. "Gods, you taste good�", he murmured, one hand wandering idly over the prince�s bare chest. Snuggling tighter against his lover, Elrohir added, "And you feel good, too. I am an injured elf, anor n�n. Do I not deserve some comfort?"
Pulling gently away, Legolas sat up and turned a rueful eye on his companion. "You are supposed to be resting, �Roh. Your wound closed but recently, and you are still somewhat weak."
"Aye, but I am not sleepy," the elf-knight retorted, his grey eyes twinkling. "Mayhap some exercise would help me rest?"
"Mayhap I should send for �Dan, or your ada?", the prince shot back pointedly. "I am sure either would be glad to mix a sleeping draught for you."
"Nay," Elrohir shuddered in mock horror. "I had enough of those from the healers while in their care. I refuse to drink such a foul concoction now that I am released to your chambers." Breaking into a grin, he tugged insistently at a golden braid, pulling his reluctant lover down for a lingering kiss. "I will have to exhaust myself, instead."
Propping his elbows on the dark elf�s chest, Legolas shook his head. "If you have no care for your own health, meleth n�n, think of mine. �Dan, your ada, my ada, and every healer in Taur-na-Fuin will be after my hide if they return to find you collapsed again."
Elrohir chuckled, causing one golden eyebrow to raise inquisitively. "You think highly of yourself, wood-elf, if you believe I will collapse under your attentions. And �Dan had best not throw stones. I may still be recovering, but I am not deaf. The water flow here is not loud enough to muffle sounds, and I shall tell him so this afternoon."
Flushing brightly, the prince lowered his eyes guiltily. "I am sorry, rohir n�n. �Twas not�".
"I was only joking, �Las," the elf-knight said gently, brushing his fingers over one burning ear. "I did not intend to chastise you. No apology is needed." Breaking into a broad grin, he added, "Besides, it was quite enjoyable listening. I have a remarkable imagination, as you well know."
Legolas looked his lover over intently, then rose gracefully, heading toward the door. Frowning, Elrohir arched one ebony eyebrow in silent inquiry. "I am bolting the door," the prince replied, answering the unspoken question.
Returning to the bed, Legolas pinned the younger twin with a smoldering gaze. "Did you touch yourself, while you were listening?", he asked seductively, unlacing his own leggings slowly.
"Aye," the elf-knight answered softly, swallowing hard as the soft brown leather leggings were pushed to the floor, revealing the prince�s flawless ivory body, as well as his rapidly burgeoning arousal. "�Las, I �"
"Shhhh," Legolas shushed, laying a finger over his lover�s mouth. Never releasing the other�s eyes, he began languidly unlacing Elrohir�s dark green sleep-pants, causing the rough-woven fabric to slide enticingly over sensitive skin. "What did you imagine, rohir n�n? Who was touching you, hmm?"
Closing his eyes as the loose garment was slowly slid off his hips, the elf-knight drew a deep breath, his stomach twitching as the fabric was removed. Suddenly, he felt a sharp nip on his neck, followed by a soothing tongue. "Answer me, or I will stop," a breathless voice purred in his ear. "Did you imagine �twas �Dan touching you? Or me?" There was a pause, as cool fingers trailed lazily over his bared skin, then the voice continued, an amused lilt now evident. "Or was it someone else?"
"Nay. Aye. Both," Elrohir managed, lifting his hips toward the clever hand that now drew ever-narrowing circles around his hardening shaft.
"What sort of answer is that, meleth n�n?", Legolas teased gently, covering the elf-knight�s face with soft kisses. "Tell me. Both, you said?"
"Aye�" the younger twin began, his words quickly fading to moans as the circling hand closed firmly around his now-throbbing member. "Please, �Las�", he gasped, reaching for his tormentor.
"Be still, �Roh," the prince chided softly. "You are to rest. Let me do the work, hmm?" Pulling away his hand, Legolas snickered at the petulant expression that flitted across the elf-knight�s face, then stretched himself out over his lover.
"And where were you in your fantasy, rohir n�n? Top or bottom?", he murmured against Elrohir�s mouth, allowing no time for reply before capturing the willing lips, forcing his tongue through to wrestle in the slippery warmth.
"Neither," the dark elf panted, when he was finally given time to speak.
"Neither?", Legolas repeated, both eyebrows arching in confusion. "We did not join, in this pleasant daydream?"
"Aye, we joined," the elf-knight answered, lifting off the bed to grind his hips against the prince. "I was in the middle."
The prince stared wide-eyed for a moment, then tilted his head thoughtfully. "Can we do that?", he asked curiously, his emerald-dark eyes intent on his lover�s face.
Elrohir returned the gaze soberly, then broke into a grin. "Not without �Dan, I�m afraid," he chuckled.
Shaking his head in exasperation, Legolas snorted, "I did not mean now, Elrohir. I meant in general. I was thinking of the fusing, and the glow, and such."
"I do not see why we could not," the younger twin replied, running his hands over the sleekly muscled body above him. "But just now I would prefer that you think of other things."
"Anxious, are we, rohir n�n?", the prince queried innocently, even as his mouth began a long journey down the pale chest, and over the corded stomach, stopping to suckle and bite, leaving pale-red ovals in its wake.
"Oh, gods, �Las," the elf-knight whimpered as his straining member was suddenly beset by mouth and hands. "Wait, please�I will not last."
"�Tis alright," Legolas gasped, giving the turgid length a final lick before moving quickly to straddle the dark elf. "Neither will I," he hissed, as he impaled himself with one smooth movement.
Elrohir muffled a howl as he was sheathed in the velvety heat, gripping the prince�s hips tightly as he fought for control. "I�I cannot�wait�", he panted, his whole body tensed with the effort required to hold back the threatening climax.
"Touch me," Legolas demanded hoarsely, reaching for his lover�s hand. The elf-knight quickly closed his fist around the other�s weeping erection, drawing an appreciative groan from his partner. "Aye, like that," the prince breathed shakily, as the gripping hand began to move rapidly. "Elbereth, �Roh�more�".
Throwing his head back with a whimper, the prince gave in to the pleasure and began rocking his hips rhythmically, thrusting into the warm hand. With a shuddering groan, his shimmering seed splashed over the elf-knight�s stomach, even as Elrohir let go and released deep inside his body.
Carefully lifting himself, Legolas dropped beside his lover, wrapping him in a warm embrace. The younger twin snuggled tightly against the prince, his eyelids already heavy. "Melin chen, anor n�n," he whispered drowsily.
"Melin chen," Legolas replied, pressing a soft kiss to the pale forehead. "Sweet dreams, rohir n�n."

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Thranduil paced his study distractedly, the events of the last four days running through his mind over and over, as though unable to escape. The arrival of Elrond had brought about Elrohir�s recovery, nearly beyond hope.
Elrond had also brought Glorfindel�the king sighed as he contemplated the balrog-slayer. The ancient elf had been the last ellon to share Thranduil�s bed before he was bound to his wife. There had been no romantic love there, no, but true and lasting friendship was there�as well as lust.
Glorfindel was also the first in the years since the death of the queen to seek more than one night in the king�s bed. He had made himself perfectly clear�astoundingly so. �I do not seek a quick tumble, Thranduil,� the seneschal had said, his voice perfectly calm. �Erestor and I wish to have you share in our love.� As the king opened his mouth to protest, Glorfindel had silenced him by quietly saying, �We understand that you are bound to your lady, even in death, hir-nin. We wish only to bring you the comfort of a stable relationship, and all of us much pleasure.'

And the balrog-slayer had been nothing if not proper. Though he joked and talked intimately with the king, never did Glorfindel take any physical liberty�and Thranduil could not decide whether to be grateful or disappointed. He had not forgotten the power and beauty that lay hidden beneath the warrior�s garb, and he felt sure Glorfindel, too, remembered their days together pleasantly� otherwise, why would he be in Taur-na-Fuin, proposing this most amazing arrangement?

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Elrond�s eldest son sat quietly in the courtyard, his attention focused- with frightening intensity- on the crown prince of Mirkwood. "I am sorry, Elladan," the eldest woodland prince said soberly. "I have spoken much that was hurtful in my foolishness, and in my pride and stubbornness I nearly killed Elrohir."
"I would say that you saved his life, Anteruon, probably twice," the elder twin replied. "Once in the woods, and once in the healing hall. I do not understand why you would blame yourself for his accident. �Twas nothing you did. And we all have said things best forgotten."
Looking silently at the dark elf, Anteruon drew a deep breath. "He would not have been outside the gates, had I been less stubborn. Had I talked rather than run into the forest to brood, none of us would have been in danger." Looking Elladan full in the eye, the crown prince asked, "Did he tell you what caused my discomfort?"
The dark elf hesitated, then answered, "Aye, he did tell me. And I would agree with his reasoning, ernilen. �Twas merely the heat and movements of the match. �Tis nothing that should distress you."
"He is also more than passing fair," Anteruon said bluntly, watching the elder twin closely.
"I would agree," Elladan admitted with a slight smile, "Though it makes me sound quite vain."
"There is no conceit in acknowledging the truth, ernilen," the crown prince retorted with a smile, his pleasant expression nearly as startling as the courtesy title.
After a moment�s pause, Anteruon spoke again. "I do not understand the relationship between Elrohir, Legolas and yourself." As Elladan opened his mouth to speak, the crown prince raised his hand in a gesture reminiscent of Thranduil. "I am not at all sure I need to understand," he added hastily. "My brother is obviously besotted, and that is reason enough to welcome you."
Holding out one arm hesitantly, the eldest Mirkwood royal said, "I would have us start over, Elladan, if you can forgive me."
"Gladly, Anteruon," the elder twin replied, reaching out to grip the woodland prince�s arm in a traditional warrior�s clasp.
Greatly relieved, the crown prince asked suddenly, "Is Elrohir up to company this day? I would speak with him, also."
"He is quite able to see visitors," Elladan assured the prince, motioning for him to follow. Just as they reached the curving stairs, a strangled howl rang out from above. Stopping abruptly, the elder twin raised one elegant eyebrow, meeting Anteruon�s startled gaze calmly. "I do not, however, think this is the best possible time to drop in for a chat."
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Elvish Translations:
rohir n�n - my knight

anor n�n - my sun

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

meleth n�n - my love

Melin chen - I love you

ellon - male elf

ernilen - my prince
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