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Chapter 13

Erestor touched Glofindel�s arm, drawing his attention to the trio which had just entered the hall. Prince in blue, twins in grey- the valley�s most-watched lovers were a vision, their faces absolutely glowing. "They seem quite recovered from the apple wine, melethen," the chief advisor said, his eyes sparkling. "Something has brought forth smiles."
"Aye, something has, indeed," the balrog slayer replied with a smirk. "I wonder who�"
Casting a wry glance at his seneschal, Elrond interrupted. "I would wager, Glorfindel, that the cause of these high spirits was found in a box or two, rather than in a bed, as you seem to presume."
The balrog-slayer raised an eyebrow in mock innocence, then motioned for the younger elves to join them. "The three of you are beaming brightly this eve," he teased. "And walking without aid, too."
"We are," Elrohir said, grinning broadly. "And we appreciate your timely assistance earlier, h�ren."
"Speak for yourself, t�ren," Elladan chuckled. "I fear I have lost a goodly portion of my hair to this ruffian�s hand. My scalp still hurts. Erestor was more gentle with you, if you have kind memories of the happening."
"Do not tease so, �Dan," Legolas said reprovingly. "Be grateful �twas not Ada. We would still be standing before the throne, I wager, and likely begging to be spared night patrol for a season." Turning to Elrond, the woodland prince added, "I am thankful for your lenience, h�ren."
Smiling, the Imladrian Lord inclined his head. "As I said, you have my pardon." His attention caught by the gleaming collar at Elladan�s throat, he said, "Is this a part of your parcel, ernilen?"
"Aye, it is, Lord Elrond," the prince answered, beaming, as the three ancient elves examined both the neckpieces carefully.
"Are they not the most incredible things you have ever seen, Ada?", Elrohir asked proudly.
"They are mirror images," Elladan added with a huge grin.
"These are exquisite," the peredhel lord said. "I recognize the star and the stallion, of course. They are tokens like those the gwan�n carry on their horse-tack. But the oak leaf is new to me. Where did you come by these in Imladris, pen neth?"
Legolas grinned brilliantly. "They are fastenings from one of my formal tunics. Your metalsmith adapted them for the collars."
"And what is this?", Erestor asked, looking closely at the cuff that curled around the prince�s arm. "�Tis beautiful. The design is quite unusual."
Holding up his arm, Legolas replied, "Aye, it is perfect. I have never seen one so beautiful."
Glorfindel reached for the extended arm, studying the gift intently. His eyes twinkling, he turned to the twins. "It appears to be a token of the woodland realm, surrounded by the colors of Imladris. A sight we have become accustomed to lately."
"That is well, mellonen," Elladan teased, slipping an arm around the prince. "For �tis a sight you will be seeing as often as Elbereth is willing."
"Aye, you will, indeed," Elrohir agreed, running one finger over the mithril cuff, the action seeming surprisingly possessive. "We look after what is ours."
Legolas flushed fiercely, trying to be annoyed at being spoken of in such a manner, but found he was unable to raise even a spark of ire. So instead, the woodland prince turned and traced both the mithril collars with a smile. "So do I," he replied sweetly.
Chimes rang out, announcing the serving of dinner, and Elrond started for the dining hall followed by most of his guests and household. Like all other nights of the feast- save that of the picnic in the glade- dinner was elaborate and varied, with many exotic dishes presented for the diner�s enjoyment. In spite of the abundance, Legolas found himself not at all hungry, and picked listlessly at what little food he took onto his plate. The twins fared little better, though all three kept their conversation cheerful and light.
As the meal finally drew to a close, and groups began to head for the Hall of Fire, Elladan and Elrohir looked at their father morosely. "Ada," Elladan began "Would you�"
"Nay," Elrond replied, scarcely looking at his eldest son.
"You did not allow �Dan to finish, Ada," Elrohir said with a tiny frown. "We�"
"I do not need to hear more, ionen," the Imladrian Lord answered with a smile. "Nay, I will not be offended if you fail to join us in the Hall. Was that not the question, Elladan?"
"Aye, it was," the elder twin agreed. "Hannon chen, Ada."
"I may have lived many millennia, but I do still have my memory, Elrohir, and I was once young." Elrond said gently. "We will expect to see you in the morning. Rest well."
As they watched the three younger elves leave the dining hall, Erestor cast a sympathetic look at the peredhel lord. "�Twill be well, Elrond. They are all strong."
"I feel sure you are right, as usual, meldir," the peredhel lord answered with a small smile. "At any cost, it is out of our hands. Come, �tis time to go to the Hall."
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"I should like to walk in the garden a short while, if you do not mind," Legolas said as they left the dining hall. "�Tis a lovely night."
Without waiting for an answer, he extended a hand to each of the twins, and pulled them down the wide front stairs, toward the hillside garden. Reaching the ordered glade, they wandered aimlessly through the trees. Stars flickered above, and the quarter moon shed a faint silvery light over the grey-white bark of the great trunks. "This is my favorite of all the gardens of Imladris," the prince offered as they walked in comfortable silence.
"Why?", Elrohir asked curiously. "There is little color here, even when all is abloom."
"Breathe," Legolas ordered, amused when he was obeyed, the twins each drawing a huge breath at the same instant. Taking a deep breath himself, the prince smiled. "It smells of Imladris. Of you. I came here to think, the day we talked. The scent calmed my spirit, though it took a moment to deduce why. Melin chen, el n�n. Melin chen, rohir n�n," he said softly. "Always."
"Melin chen, anor n�n," the dark elves whispered as if with one voice. Smiling, Elladan pushed back a strand that had escaped one golden braid. "Melim chen, �Las. Do not ever doubt that."
Elrohir leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to the archer�s mouth. "Come back to the den, hmm? We will light a fire, and open a bottle of miruvor."
"And see what transpires?", Legolas asked teasingly, his eyes gleaming. "�Tis a good idea, I think."
As they walked toward the twin�s chambers, hands intertwined, the trio received many indulgent looks from the serving elves who moved efficiently through the corridors. The sons of the valley�s lord had long been favorites of the household staff, and the woodland prince was accorded the same warm regard.
Elladan opened the door to enter the den, and was surprised to see a fire blazing cheerfully. As they entered the room, Elrohir went immediately to the table where a large tray sat. "�Dan, �Las, come see this," he said after a moment, a huge smile on his face.
Joining the elf-knight at the table, Elladan and Legolas looked in awe at the spread. Savory breads with a tub of butter, chunks of cheese, and dark ginger cookies covered much of the platter. In the center was a mound of strawberries, close by a bowl of thick cream and another of honey. A bottle of miruvor stood beside the tray. "Read the note," the younger twin said with a chuckle.
Picking up the small piece of parchment, Elladan grinned, holding it out for the woodland prince to read:
�Eat something, all of you � Ada�
Legolas popped a chunk of cheese in his mouth with a smile. "�Twas kind of your ada," he said, reaching for a cookie. "Mine would have stayed to make sure we ate."
"Nay," Elrohir replied with a grin, tearing apart a roll. "Once he has spent a short while with us, he will be loath to expose himself, too. �Dan with a strawberry can be difficult to watch."
Elladan shook his head amusedly, reaching for a berry. "�Tis not my method of eating, t�ren. �Tis just the direction your mind tends." Dipping the strawberry first in honey, then in the thick cream, he extended his tongue to catch a dribble before popping the whole berry in his mouth. Raising an eyebrow at his rapt audience, the elder twin sucked the sticky mixture off his fingers, before licking the last traces of cream from his lips.
"Then my mind tends to that direction, too," Legolas snickered. "I would call that indecent in a public dining hall, el n�n."
"Mayhap, but here we can eat as we wish, hmm?", Elladan asked with a smile. "Have one, �Las. They are quite good."
"They are, at that," the prince agreed, licking his sticky fingers. Picking up the tray, he grinned at his lovers. "I will take the tray to the fire. Suddenly I am hungry, after all."
"�Tis the company, anor n�n," Elrohir returned with a smile. "I could eat, myself. But first we should shed these tunics, and boots, I think. �Twill be far more comfortable without them, hmm?"
Stripping off his own tunic and under-tunic rapidly, the elf-knight kicked off his boots, then lowered himself to the floor and reached for the tray of food. Legolas and Elladan quickly divested themselves of their upper garments and boots as well, joining the younger twin on the pile of furs and cushions in front of the fire.
Settling in front of the fireplace, the three elves soon emptied the berry plate, as well as much of the rest of the tray, and a good part of the miruvor. Elrohir stood and stretched lavishly, then carried the tray back to the table. Returning to the fire, he handed his empty glass to his brother expectantly.

The elder twin grinned and refilled the glass, sloshing the bottle questioningly toward the prince.
Holding out his glass to be filled, Legolas smiled slightly. "I believe this is where we began. With a bottle of miruvor and a fire."
"Aye, it is," Elladan agreed, sipping from his own glass. "But �tis much better now. This is not an end, �Las. Only a change, for a while."
"I know, el n�n," the woodland prince sighed, stretching out on the pillows. Holding up his arm, he watched firelight glint on the mithril cuff. "Still, I cannot help but feel sad."
"As do we, anor n�n," Elrohir said softly, carefully unbraiding the golden hair, removing the scattered beads. "There is time yet before tomorrow, though. We would not have it wasted."
Elladan extended himself beside Legolas, trailing a finger over the fair face. "We would please you this night, melethen," the dark elf whispered, planting a line of kisses on the prince�s jaw.
"Aye, we would," the elf-knight agreed, snuggling close to the other side, to nuzzle the ivory throat. "Lie still and enjoy, hmm?"
"You always please me," Legolas gasped, turning his head encouragingly as Elladan flicked his tongue over an ear, then moved to suckle the tip. "And �tis hard to be still, when you do such things."
Elrohir chuckled, moving up to press a lingering kiss to the prince�s mouth. "That kind of moving is allowed, I suppose," he murmured, so close that Legolas could feel the other�s breath.
Looking into rapidly darkening eyes, the elf-knight brushed kisses repeatedly across the inviting lips before pressing his tongue through, deepening the kiss until the prince moaned into his mouth, trying to raise a hand to tangle in the ebony hair.
"No hands, �Las," Elrohir said with a grin, catching the searching hand firmly. "Just now, we touch. You feel."
"�Tis torture�" , Legolas began, but the thought turned to a hiss as the elder twin tipped his glass and dribbled miruvor lavishly over the sculpted ivory chest and abdomen. "Oh, gods, �Dan! What are you doing?", the archer panted breathlessly as Elladan began tracing the streams of cordial with his tongue, lapping lightly over the sensitive skin.
"I am finishing my miruvor, melethen," the dark elf answered, with a final lick at the cordial-filled navel. "In a most pleasant manner, I might add."
"It appears much more enjoyable than drinking from a glass, t�ren," Elrohir purred, spilling a splash from his own glass over one peaked nipple. Lowering his head, the elf-knight tugged sharply on the golden ring, before licking and suckling the raised nub voraciously. "�Tis much better indeed," he said, moving to tease the other nipple.
Legolas whimpered wordlessly, his hands gently but firmly secured in matching grips. "Please," he managed finally, "Please�I can not�stand this�too good�".
"Nay, not too good," Elladan whispered, his tongue tracing a flushed ear as his fingers wandered languidly over the straining lacings of the prince�s leggings. "Just right."
Elrohir raised his storm-dark eyes, playfully reproving. "Do not tease so, �Dan. �Tis not nice." Reaching down, he pressed his palm flat against the stretched leggings, and was rewarded with a groan as the prince arched up to meet the light touch. "And I am the one who is not so nice, remember?"
"Aye, you are at that," the elder twin returned thoughtfully, tugging at the laces. "So I suppose I should untie these, hmm?"
"�Dan," Legolas gasped, his eyes emerald-dark, "Please, el n�n�"
Suddenly contrite, Elladan kissed the prince soundly. "I am sorry, anor n�n," he said softly, quickly loosing the lacings with his free hand. "I was only playing. I did not mean to be cruel."
Elrohir peeled off the leather leggings, then slid his hands back up the restless legs, pressing wet kisses to inner thighs. As Legolas once again reached for the dark head, Elladan pushed the errant hand back down. "No touching, hmm? Keep your hands down, melethen," he said with a wicked grin, "Or I will tie them."
Eyes huge, the woodland prince nodded wordlessly, clenching both hands tightly in the furs. "There, �tis much better, " the elder twin cooed, reaching down to draw soothing circles on the flat stomach, as he lightly suckled the puffy lips until they parted in invitation, and his tongue was pulled into the welcoming mouth.
Satisfied that the unruly hands were under control, the elf-knight grasped the prince�s hips firmly, and took the weeping erection in his mouth in one swift movement. Legolas arched up sharply, nearly forgetting to keep his hands in the furs, as Elrohir stroked his aching length with tongue and lips, an occasional whisper of teeth sending shivers over the golden body.
Moaning helplessly into Elladan�s mouth, the prince trembled as his pleasure heightened, finally pulling away from the pillaging kiss to gasp out, "Please�".
"What, melethen?", the elder twin asked hoarsely, his eyes black with desire. Stroking the golden hair soothingly, he laid his other hand on Elrohir�s head, causing him to pause in his efforts.
Pulling himself up, the elf-knight pressed a soft kiss to the prince�s lips. Looking intently into the emerald eyes, he whispered, "Do you not wish to spill in my mouth, anor n�n? I would like to taste you."
Unable to find his voice, Legolas nodded, and was rewarded with a fierce kiss and a dazzling grin before Elrohir slid back down, licking and nipping the turgid length teasingly before once more beginning in earnest.
Under the twins' expert ministrations, the prince was soon whimpering wordlessly. Between the sensation of his aching member caressed in Elrohir�s slippery mouth, and that of his ears being nipped and suckled relentlessly by Elladan, he could do little but gasp out his pleasure.
As Legolas teetered on the edge of release, the elf-knight slid two fingers easily into the prince, crooking them to rub firmly over a familiar mound. Freezing motionless, Legolas gasped breathlessly, then came with a keening cry, his release eagerly received by the younger twin.
Allowing the softening shaft to slip from his mouth with a final lick, Elrohir moved back up to nuzzle the ivory neck, licking and nipping, bruising the fair skin. "Now we start all over, hmm?", the elf-knight murmured, tracing the hard muscles of the prince�s chest with a whisper-soft touch. "We have many hours to spend this night, anor n�n."
Elladan lowered his head, nipping hard just below one perfect ear, leaving the imprint of his teeth in the rosy bruise. Eyebrow lifted in mock indignation, Legolas pulled the dark elf down and bit him sharply, just above the gleaming mithril collar. Lapping the bite soothingly with his tongue, the woodland prince then suckled the spot until a dark red-purple bruise blossomed underneath the marks of his teeth.
Turning his attention to Elrohir, who had begun to play idly with the golden nipple rings, Legolas repeated the ritual, marking the pale throat. "I think we should shed this mithril, before someone gets hurt," he suggested, removing the wide neckpiece from the younger twin, then slipping off his own cuff.
Elladan pulled off his own collar and reached for the other mithril jewelry, laying it out of the way in a chair. "There now, we are all safe," he returned with a smile, pressing a kiss to the prince�s nose.
"Mayhap," Legolas replied, grinning broadly, tugging at the twin�s leggings. "But you two are still overdressed. Take those off."
Standing to strip off his leggings, Elrohir smiled when a question curled through his mind.

Need some help, t�ren?
That would be most appreciated, �Dan.

Legolas watched intently, mesmerized and aroused as always by the sheer eroticism of their play. Kissing languidly, the dark elves each unlaced the other�s breeches, hands slipping inside to stroke and knead, before breaking apart to slip out of the leggings. Standing only a hand�s breadth apart, they then unbraided their ebony hair, midnight-dark eyes locked together in wordless communication.
As the twins sank back to the floor, both pressed close to the ivory body between them, drawing shudders from the prince as skin slid temptingly over skin. Raising his head to plant a lingering kiss on each swollen mouth, Legolas whispered, "I need you, please. Love me."
"Aye, we do," Elrohir murmured, stroking the prince�s weeping member, slicking it with dripping fluids.
"And we will," Elladan added, pulling Legolas snugly back into the curve of his body, pressing soft kisses to the flushed neck. Hissing as the prince moved against him urgently, the elder twin positioned his aching erection and thrust forward, sinking into the silken heat with a groan.
Releasing a wordless moan as he was filled, Legolas raised his arm, allowing the elf-knight to move back against him, the firm buttocks rubbing teasingly over his turgid length. "Oh, yes�", the prince whimpered softly, as Elrohir pushed back steadily, impaling himself on the hard shaft.
Breath rasping harshly, they lay still, savoring the sensation of closeness, until Legolas could bear it no longer. Rocking his hips with a growling moan, he thrust deep into the velvety heat before him, then pulled back, sliding the piercing length firmly over his sweet spot with a sob. "Sweet Elbereth�", he whimpered, clamping his fingers on Elrohir�s hip for support, settling into the now-familiar rhythm.
Struggling for control, Elladan groaned and reached across the thrusting hips, closing his hand around his twin�s engorged member, stroking in time to the now frantic movements of the prince.

Elrohir let out a sobbing gasp, his body tightening warningly. "Oh, gods�oh, gods�" he breathed, pressing back savagely toward the pounding thrusts. "Now�Ai!�" the elf-knight shouted, his release pulsing over the still-moving hand.
Feeling the first spasms caress him, Legolas thrust forward into the throbbing channel, howling in pleasure near pain as he spilled deep inside his lover. Elladan groaned, sinking his teeth into the prince�s shoulder, as his climax was milked from him by the convulsing warmth.
Reluctant to part, the three lay motionless for long moments. "That was beyond incredible," Legolas said softly, as the elf-knight turned to face him, snuggling close.
"Aye, it was," Elladan agreed, pulling the prince gently onto his back, snuggling tightly against the ivory body.
"�Twill be hard to outdo," Elrohir teased, kissing the other two lightly. "But we will try, hmm, �Las?"
Legolas chuckled softly. "Aye, we will." His face turning serious, the prince continued, "Hold me tight while I rest, please? �Tis what I will miss the most."
"Always, anor n�n," Elladan answered fitting his body to the prince�s drowsy form.
"Always," Elrohir agreed, curling tightly against the other side.
Surrounded by warmth, and black silk, Legolas slept.

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Elvish Translations:
melethen - my love

h�ren - my lord

t�ren - my brother

Ada, Adar - Dad, Father

ernilen - my prince

gwan�n - twins

pen neth - young one

mellonen - my friend

ionen - my son

Hannon chen - Thank you

meldir - male friend

peredhel - half elven

Melin chen - I love you

Melim chen - We love you

el n�n - my star

anor n�n - my sun

rohir n�n - my knight

Ai - Oh
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