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Greenleaf & Imladris 22-Bereth:To Have and To Hold	By : MPB Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter XVI: A New Day

The winter sun was streaming through the open balcony door and windows by the time Legolas awoke. The first thing his eyes beheld was Elrohir looking down at him with an expression of rapt tenderness. He swallowed hard, his whole body suddenly infused with warmth under so loving a regard by so beloved an Elf.

“What is it?” he whispered.

Elrohir had only one hushed word to say. “Beautiful.”

Color stained the prince’s cheeks. But a smile soon graced his lips and he lifted his head to take a hungry draught of the warrior’s mouth. As the kiss deepened, he turned into Elrohir’s arms, wanting to feel them around him. His backside chose the moment to protest and he winced unwittingly against the Elf-knight’s lips.

Elrohir gently broke away and looked at him with concern. “You are sore,” he murmured ruefully, reaching down to stroke his mate’s admittedly abused rear end.

Legolas laughed softly. “Aye, and I love it.” He laughed even more when Elrohir’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

But it was true. He welcomed the discomfort. It assured him all over again of Elrohir’s complete possession of him the night before. His spouse had not taken him so thoroughly and repeatedly in many years. With such edacious loving, he had found security and utter serenity.

“Have me again,” he murmured, nuzzling Elrohir’s throat.

Elrohir protested. “Calenlass, that will only make it worse—”

“Nay,” Legolas interrupted. “It will make it better.”

Elrohir stared at him with some wonder, understanding what he meant but amazed nevertheless that he should welcome the pain. But the sight of Legolas gazing at him with open yearning, fair cheeks flushed with need, silver gold locks spilling onto the pillow in lush abandon, lean form enticingly bared and wantonly inviting... His reluctance evaporated precipitately and he pressed his eager prince back onto the rumpled sheets.

The morning was old when they finally emerged from their apartment. Legolas’ steady gait betrayed none of his discomfort at having been ridden oft and well through the night and little more than an hour ago as well. A good hot bath liberally laced with healing herbs and a soothing salve from Elrohir’s bountiful store of medicaments had taken care of the worst of the soreness. And given him too many ideas for his own good, the warrior told him later.

Even so supposedly mundane a gesture as the application of the salve had left him wriggling with pleasure until he spent himself yet again. But with Elrohir performing that service for him, what had he expected? His Elf-knight’s ministrations were as delicious as they were efficacious.

Arms around each other’s waists, dark and fair heads bent close as they talked softly, they made their way to the dining hall. They paused a moment when they came to the open gallery that ran the length of the front of the royal pavilion.

A thin sheet of snow now covered the landscape and servants were busily clearing the tree-lined path to the delved halls. For the first time that winter, everything looked wonderfully natural.

They went on to the dining hall. Entering they were surprised to espy Elladan seated by himself at one of the long narrow tables tucking into hot porridge. At this late hour, they had thought themselves the last of the family to seek breakfast.

While Legolas sauntered off to inquire about what fare was available, Elrohir went to join his twin. He was taken aback as he neared Elladan to see the latter looking worn and obviously lacking in sleep. A far cry from his radiant self shortly after his sons’ births and even his slightly unsettled but still joyful state when he moved his family into their apartment.

“Elladan, are you all right?” he asked with concern, sinking onto the bench beside his brother. He lifted a hand to the older twin’s shoulder and rubbed it comfortingly.

Elladan stopped spooning porridge into his mouth and looked up rather wearily. “I am here so I must be all right,” he muttered.

Elrohir stared at him in astonishment. “Did you get any sleep at all last night?” he asked.

Elladan sighed. “I suppose so.” He suddenly groaned and buried his face in his hands. “Ai, no one warned me that babes could be so demanding! One is bad enough but two—!”

Elrohir found himself torn between sympathy and amusement. The latter shamelessly won out before long. He snickered, earning a scowl from Elladan.

“A father for but a day and already you are overwrought!” he teased his twin. “How terrible was it, gwaniaur?”—older twin?

“You do not know the half of it!” Elladan exclaimed. “If they were not howling for milk, they were bawling because they were wet and oft at the same time. I am beginning to understand how Adar and Naneth” —Father and Mother—“must have felt when we were born. What I need to know is how they survived!”

Elrohir chuckled. “Muindor”—brother—“you cannot let this best you,” he said. “Remember, ‘tis only the beginning.”

“Do not remind me!” Elladan growled. After a moment, he looked over to where Legolas was speaking with one of his father’s counsellors. “Judging from your bright spirits this morn, may I take it that you have resolved your problem with Legolas?”

“That you may,” Elrohir replied with such patent satisfaction, Elladan had to smile.

“I am happy for you, gwanneth”—older twin—he said. “And I am relieved there is no longer a reason for me to take umbrage at his ill usage of you.”

“As to that, I may very well be the one accused of ill usage if what passed between us last night continues unabated,” Elrohir quipped. As Elladan nearly choked on a spoonful of oats, he slyly added: “I fear I will run out of salve before long. In which case, Legolas will have to forego riding for a while unless I can concoct more soonest.”

Elladan stared at him in growing gladness. His twin’s wicked humor had been missing for many months now. For it to return and so flagrantly lubricious at that was more than ample evidence of his restored happiness and contentment.

“If you do all the mounting and overdo it as well, he may not be able to sit on a horse again,” he pointed out with a salacious grin.

Elrohir laughed then shook his head protestingly. “I am not so cruel as to deprive my mate of so pleasant an exercise,” he countered, the innuendo not lost on his now chortling twin. “Besides, Legolas is too much a warrior to accept being on the receiving end of every charge!” As Elladan dissolved into laughter, he concluded: “It is only fair that I take my fill of his attentions every now and then.”

Elladan shook his head, wiping tears of hilarity from his eyes. “Ai, you are definitely back in form, tôr nîn!”—my brother—he gasped.

Just then a bowl of steaming oats was deposited before Elrohir. It was generously topped with chopped nuts and dried cherries, apple shards and currants and liberally sprinkled with cinnamon. Delighted, Elrohir glanced up to thank the servant who’d brought it and was startled to discover it was Legolas who had done so. He stared a little open-mouthed as the prince sat opposite him, setting his own bowl of porridge on the table as well.

Elrohir was, to put it mildly, stupefied. Legolas had never deigned to serve him before. Elladan, however, stared at the sumptuous repast before his brother and demanded, “Why were there no fruits and nuts in my oats?”

Legolas glanced up and idly shrugged. “I asked for them,” he explained. “‘Tis Elrohir’s favorite breakfast dish.” He began to stir his own and failed to see the twins’ astonished reactions.

Before either brother could speak, a servant placed a jug of warm cream on the table. Elrohir reached for it but Legolas had it in hand before him. The brethren watched in amazement as the archer poured a thick stream of cream onto Elrohir’s oats before dousing his own.

The twins exchanged wondering glances. Gingerly, Elrohir mixed his meal and began to eat, glancing surreptitiously now and then at his golden-haired spouse.

The servant returned with a pitcher of fruit nectar and some drinking cups. Elrohir was just lifting the spoon to his mouth when he saw the prince lift the pitcher and fill a cup almost to the brim and then place the cup by the younger twin’s bowl. The Elf-knight brought the spoon down with a distinct clatter. Elladan, chewing on an apple shard swiped from his brother’s bowl, promptly choked on it and began to cough as a result.

The sounds caught the prince’s attention and he looked up to find the twins watching him with fascination.

“What?” he asked warily.

Elrohir blinked. “Nothing, Legolas,” he managed to say. “‘Tis just that I am not used to you serving me.”

“He is not the only one,” Elladan commented.

Legolas looked from one brother to the other. “Oh,” he said hesitantly. A blush colored his cheeks. “I am sorry. Was I annoying you?”

At the uncertainty in his prince’s countenance, Elrohir promptly came out of his daze. He reached across the table and placed an assuring hand on the archer’s. “Nay, melethen”—my love—he warmly said. “In truth, it pleases me to have so solicitous a lover care for my needs.” His grey eyes caught the prince’s blue ones and held them.

Legolas blushed even more deeply at the dark gleam in Elrohir’s gaze. Elladan, seeing the signs and swiftly interpreting them, groaned and said, “I can tell how you two are going to spend the morning. A perfectly good waste of a fine winter morning, if you ask me.”

“We did not,” Elrohir grinned, still gazing at Legolas.

Elladan shook his head in resignation whilst the two continued with their meal, their eyes meeting meaningfully ever so often.

They were nearly done when Gimli came trudging into the hall. The Dwarf did not look like he had gotten much sleep either. He joined them and all but plopped himself on the bench beside Legolas.

The prince looked him up and down anxiously. “What is wrong, my friend,” he queried. “Are you ill?”

Gimli glanced at him with bleary eyes. “Nay, I am quite well. I am just—” He yawned so widely his hand could not quite cover his gaping mouth. “—sleepy.”

“We can see that,” Legolas agreed, beckoning to a servant to bring the Dwarf some food.

“What kept you from sleep?” Elrohir inquired curiously.

Gimli cast a rather jaundiced eye at him and Elladan before glaring at Legolas. “May I respectfully ask for a change of accommodations?” he pointedly said to the prince. “‘Tis an impossibility to get any rest when one’s neighbors include newborn babes.”

Legolas gasped then began to laugh. He was quickly joined by the twins. “Was it truly that bothersome?” the archer chuckled.

“Bothersome?!” Gimli harrumphed. “Never have I known such noise! All that whining and yelping and complaining! Aaagh! I demand you move me to another chamber at once, Legolas!”

While Legolas and Elrohir burst anew into chuckles, Elladan found the wherewithal to protest.

“Surely my sons were not that loud!” he said.

Gimli snorted. “Who said I was talking about your sons? I was talking about you!” he retorted.

Elladan stared at the Dwarf in shocked dudgeon while his twin and law-brother looked on with ill-concealed mirth.

“I do not whine!” he exclaimed.

“Then you do a very good imitation of it!” Gimli snipped.

“You should talk, Master Dwarf, when your snores would wake up the dead!”

It was Gimli’s turn to glower.

“At least I do not sniffle and snivel like a babe!” he blasted.

“Nay, you only bellow like a herd of mûmakil with a collective belly-ache!”

The bickering escalated, drawing the attention of just about every Elf in the hall. Legolas glanced at Elrohir; the two managed to bite back their laughter for a while but soon it simply proved too difficult to stay their mirth. Rather than offend either Elladan or Gimli further, they rose together and quickly exited the hall.

Then and only then did they whoop with laughter, their humor stoked even further by what they heard of the continued debate between one indignant Elf-father and his disgruntled Dwarf-neighbor.

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Glossary:

Calenlass - Greenleaf (Elrohir’s pet name for Legolas)

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Greenleaf & Imladris 22-Bereth:To Have and To Hold