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Princes Three: Darkness Unforeseen	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8756 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12
Legolas appeared composed as he approached Glorfindel and the twins, no sign of the anxiety that twisted his innards visible in his steady gait and cheerful greeting. But there was an uncertainty, a rare vulnerability, in his eyes that struck at Elrohir�s heart, causing him to reach out a welcoming hand as the prince neared. �Surely Tiri has not bested you again?� he teased. �The captain will be thinking far too highly of his own skill.�
�I fear he has done just that,� Legolas admitted lightly, drawing Elrohir into a quick embrace. A few desultory remarks were made and then Elladan and Glorfindel slipped away in suspiciously like manner, their vague excuses too lame to deserve reply. There was a somewhat strained silence before Legolas asked, �Might I speak with you privately, �Roh?�
Elrohir shifted uncomfortably, glancing at the swiftly setting sun. �'Tis almost the dinner hour,� he began, �perhaps...�
�I must bathe,� Legolas broke in, looking down at his own dusty sparring garb, �then perhaps we might have a quiet meal in your chambers, if you will ask that it be prepared?�
Words of polite refusal were at the ready, but as Elrohir met his lover�s pleading gaze he found himself nodding in agreement, instead. �I will call for a tray and meet you there, then.�
Legolas smiled in relief, giving Elrohir�s arm a thankful squeeze before turning toward the house. The elf-knight followed at a slower pace, so distracted by his own musings that he did not see Elladan standing by the garden wall until a firm hand clasped his shoulder. �Well?�
�I am to ask that dinner be brought to the sitting room,� Elrohir replied, answering the unvoiced question. ��Las wishes a private audience.�
�You will speak with him?� Elladan prodded encouragingly. "And listen, as well?�
Elrohir nodded, his face taking on a pensive expression. �I will.�
Satisfied, Elladan leaned in, his cheek brushing Elrohir�s lightly before he pressed a lingering kiss to his brother�s mouth. �I love you,� he whispered.
�Always, t�ren,� Elrohir answered, the age-old ritual soothing his anxiety. �Will you join us after dinner?� he asked hopefully.
�I believe I shall have a glass or two of wine and perhaps a game of War with Tiriadon,� Elladan said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. �I have spent little time in the Hall these last weeks.� Sobering, he added, �And you have spent little enough time with �Las.�
�I am afraid, �Dan,� Elrohir admitted, his voice so soft that Elladan had to strain to make out the words.
�Of what are you afraid?�
Elrohir shrugged helplessly. �Of the distance between us, of the anger...of myself. I have said and done things not easily forgiven nor forgotten.�
�As has Legolas,� Elladan pointed out gently. �As have we all. Do not draw your guilt around you as though it were tattered pride, rohir n�n. You do not carry sole blame for the upheaval. You must allow others to share in the resolution, as well.�
The elf-knight�s eyes widened in surprise. �Am I so arrogant?�
Elladan chuckled affectionately. �Only on occasion, and I can often shame you into humbler mind. Do not fret, t�ren.�
A reluctant grin curled Elrohir�s lips. �Aye, you are so very demure and unassuming,� he retorted, �that I am rebuked by your humility.�
The peal of the dinner chimes interrupted their laughter, and, with a last reassuring embrace, Elladan headed for the dining hall. Sending up a silent prayer, Elrohir turned toward the lamp-lit kitchen and whatever might wait beyond.
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The evening was not going at all as planned.
Drawing a shaky breath, Legolas struggled to calm both his temper and his frantically pounding heart. How tentative overtures and good intentions had led to this, to grappling and groping born more of frustration and pain than of desire, was unclear. Yet dinner sat uneaten, words remained unspoken, while the prince strove to tender Elrohir�s aggressive touch, to bring some trace of affection to what was quickly becoming a battle for control.

Hoping that the promise of dominance might soothe his lover, Legolas became pliant, passive under the furious onslaught, allowing himself to be held firmly to the fur-strewn floor by the elf-knight�s trembling body. A moment later a sharp nip and the taste of blood brought Legolas� acquiescence to an end. �No,� he said forcefully, raising both hands to frame Elrohir�s face, holding his lover at bay. �You may have me, rohir n�n. I am yours, as I have long been. But you will not harm me. I will not allow it.�
Elrohir went still, a poisonous mix of lust, guilt, hurt, and fear visible in his widely dilated eyes. For one terrible moment Legolas stared into a face rendered almost unrecognizable by anguish, and a rush of true apprehension swamped his carefully controlled anger.
Then Elrohir crumpled, striving to pull away as his chest began to heave with great shuddering breaths. Legolas held on, urging him down instead, wrapping the now-limp form in a snug embrace. The prince�s ire vanished as though it had never been, tears welling in his own eyes as agonized sobs wracked his lover�s body. Keenly aware of the inadequacy of platitudes and rational words, Legolas murmured nonsensically, humming snatches of songs that had once lulled Galueth to sleep in the grief-swamped days following his own mother's passing.
Elrohir cried unabashedly, burrowing into the consoling arms as readily as a terror-stricken elfling, all pride washed away in the sickening flood of sorrow and remorse. When at last the outburst ended, he held on tightly still, soothed by the rhythmic pull of Legolas� fingers through his tousled hair. After a long but oddly comfortable silence, Elrohir spoke quietly. �This is not how I intended it to be.�
Legolas smiled slightly, though the effort was lost on the elf-knight. �It is not as I intended, either. But perhaps it was for the best�
�Perhaps,� Elrohir allowed dubiously, rolling onto his back. Neither spoke for some time, the stillness finally broken not by words, but by the protesting growl of Legolas� stomach.

Elrohir snorted and Legolas grinned sheepishly, reaching over to touch his lover�s arm. �Dinner first, if we might, then we shall talk.� Getting slowly to his own feet, the prince extended a hand. �Food and a few moments respite will benefit us both.�
The tray was piled high with a variety of offerings. As each was uncovered in turn, Legolas felt his hopes rise steadily, easing the strained uncertainty born of Elrohir�s earlier aggression. Smoked venison, glazed with a glossy mixture of apple and onion...crusty bread and slabs of creamy cheeses...a flaky tart filled with peaches and cherries...
�Your favorites?� Elrohir ventured hopefully, a relieved smile spreading across his face at Legolas� obvious delight. �I asked this morning that the venison be prepared, though I thought to eat it in the dining hall.�
The clatter of plates and clink of goblets replaced conversation as they tucked into the meal, enjoying the simple pleasure of eating together without stilted words and awkward silences, the sense of simmering resentment that had plagued them in recent weeks seemingly gone, burned away in the heat of their confrontation.
When at last the table began to look rather empty, Legolas reached for the open bottle of miruvor that sat to one side, pouring a generous splash of the cordial for each of them. Gesturing toward the open arches that framed a rapidly falling twilight, he stood expectantly. �The evening is fair,� he said. �Shall we watch the stars rather than the fire?�
Elrohir nodded, a shadow of anxiety returning now that there was naught to delay the coming conversation. The oversized chair that was the center of the twins� sitting room was easily moved from hearthside to a position before the arches, the soft grey throw that was draped over the seatback fluttering slightly in the early spring breeze. Elrohir retrieved his goblet and settled hesitantly into the soft cushions, glancing uneasily at his companion.
Legolas took a large gulp of miruvor, the fierce burn of the cordial soothing in its familiarity. �I have missed you,� he said finally.
Elrohir looked at the prince in surprise. �And I you.�
�I owe you an apology,� Legolas continued, silencing Elrohir�s protest with a shake of his head. �Nay, let me finish. My stuttered attempt to make amends then was of little use, so stricken were you by my attack. I have said things unfounded and forced my way into places where I had no right nor reason to be.�
�Legol...�
�I do not speak of Elladan�s bed,� the prince interrupted, his eyes narrowing briefly. �I committed no offense and will not beg pardon for giving what was sought...what was needed.� His face softened, and he reached out to touch Elrohir�s cheek. �But I did not seek to hurt you by loving him, �Roh. And you deserved neither my disdain, nor the scornful words I spewed in my rage. I cannot wipe them away, as much as I might wish to, but I would have you know I regret them bitterly. By meddling in what should have remained between the two of you, I broke both my promise to Elladan and trust with you.�
Elrohir drained his glass and set it aside before speaking. �What caused me the greatest shame,� he said quietly, �was that I had once belittled you for so much less. The scrapes and bruises you left in the thrall of grief all those centuries ago seem insignificant compared to the damage my madness wrought.�
�But they were left with less cause.�
�Perhaps,� Elrohir allowed. �Or perhaps we were all but younger and more easily torn.� Meeting the prince�s eyes he added, �But I will have your apology, �Las, if you will have mine. If you will forgive me my stubborn, stiff-necked ways. I was reluctant to speak of it, because to release my resentment was to admit that there is no going back to life as it was before. But I know that it was you who returned Elladan to me, and I thank you.�
Legolas released a relieved sigh at Elrohir�s acceptance, reaching out impulsively to slip his fingers into the elf-knight�s loosely curled hand. �It is enough that this is all behind us,� he replied thankfully.

�You will come back here to stay, then? To our chambers?�
The prince chuckled, the light-hearted sound bringing a smile to Elrohir�s face, as well. �I will,� Legolas agreed. �Anteruon�s company grows old,� he joked, putting his empty goblet aside, �though I would not tell him so.�
There was a comfortable lull in the conversation as both turned their attention to the starlit sky and the rising moon, just beginning to spill its cool glow over the valley�s eastern ridge. E�rendil twinkled brightly, bathing the Last Homely House in a brilliance that seemed reserved for Imladris alone.
Elrohir relaxed against the rounded side of the overstuffed chair, stretching one arm along the high back. In a movement that would have once been so expected as to be unremarkable, Legolas slid closer, slipping under the extended arm. �I have missed having you to hold me,� he whispered uncertainly, daring to rest his head on Elrohir�s shoulder.
The elf-knight hesitated only a moment before lowering his arm to draw Legolas closer. Burying his face in his lover's unbraided hair, he inhaled deeply, delighting in the familiar scent and silken touch. �I have missed holding you, as well,� he answered, brushing his lips across the prince�s forehead. �So very much.�
Legolas raised his head, catching Elrohir�s mouth in a tender kiss that ended all too soon, but was quickly followed by another, and then another, each more heated than the last. Tentative licks and suckling gave way to thrusting tongues and gentle nips, gentle caresses became more insistent, seeking heated bare skin as bodies twisted and strained to get closer...closer...
�No... wait...� Elrohir panted, catching Legolas� wrist just as nimble fingers made short work of his stretched lacings.
�Wait?�
Elrohir reluctantly disentangled himself to meet his lover�s disbelieving gaze. �We have been apart too long, suffered too much to have it end in a frantic rut on a sitting room chair,� he said, his darkened eyes pleading for understanding. �I would prove that I can still love you properly.�
There was a pause while Legolas studied the elf-knight�s face soberly, then an affectionate smile curled his kiss-swollen lips and he rose from the chair. �Very well,� he agreed, reaching for Elrohir�s hand. �Show me.�

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t�ren � my brother

rohir n�n � my knight
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