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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 16

Legolas pushed his bedchamber door open gingerly, carefully balancing the unopened bottle of miruvor and the tray of strawberries, honey, and cream that he carried� the fruit offering compliments of Glorfindel and his wicked sense of humor.
To the prince�s surprise, Elladan sat alone on the bed in naught but sleep pants, his damp hair hanging unbraided to pool on the pillows where he was propped. �Where is �Roh?�, Legolas asked expectantly, placing the laden tray on the bed table.
�He is bathing,� the elder twin replied distractedly, his attention focused on the bowl of berries. �Are those for sharing, perchance?�
The woodland prince grinned, breaking the seal on the cordial bottle. �They are,� he affirmed, pouring three glasses of miruvor. �Glorfindel felt they might improve your mood.�
Handing Elladan a drink, he kicked off his boots and dropped to the bed, then chuckled suddenly, pressing a gentle kiss to the deep purple bruise just below his lover�s ear. �But I see Elrohir has already attended to that problem, hmm?�
�He tried, aye,� the elder twin answered with a dramatic sigh, his silver-grey eyes sparkling with mirth. �But �tis quite a foul mood. I am not sure �Roh can manage it alone.�
Delighted to find his lover in a cheerful frame of mind, Legolas teased, ��Tis a good thing Glorfindel sent the berries, then, is it not?�
�It is,� Elladan agreed, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. �I shall drown myself in strawberries and miruvor.� Reaching for a piece of fruit, the dark elf dipped it first in honey, then in the thick cream, before popping the berry whole into his mouth. He repeated the ritual several times, then met the prince�s intense gaze, one ebony eyebrow arching questioningly. �Will you not have some, �Las?�
��Tis nearly as satisfying to watch you as to eat them,� Legolas replied with a grin, �But I believe I will have one.� After a moment of appreciative silence, the prince reached for a second berry. �They are quite as good as when fresh,� he said, swirling the fruit through honey and cream. �And I believe I will have more than one.�
Depositing the dripping berry in his mouth, Legolas found his arm caught in a gentle grip, his hand pulled inexorably toward his companion. Holding the prince�s surprised gaze, Elladan extended his tongue and carefully licked away the traces of honey and cream that clung to the prince�s fingers. �I fear that the berries alone will not lighten my mood, anor nín ,� he purred, sucking two fingers into his mouth suddenly.
Legolas inhaled sharply, the swirling wetness around his fingers sending an insistent message straight to his groin. �Did you have some particular cure in mind?", he asked teasingly, a seductive smile spreading across his face, �Or shall we improvise?�.
�I believe we shall improvise,� the elder twin answered with a wicked smile, as he sat down his empty glass. Without further explanation he unbelted the prince�s tunic, and began loosing the clasps. Leaning in to nip and nuzzle a sensitive ear, Elladan tugged the garment free, then caught his lover�s mouth in a gentle kiss. �Will you trust me, melethen?", he asked, pulling back to meet the darkening blue-green gaze.
Legolas looked intently at the dark elf. �I do trust you, �Dan. I believe we have already had this conversation today.�
Shaking his head slightly, the elder twin raised a hand to stroke one ivory cheek. �You mistake my meaning, �Las,� he said quietly, threading a golden braid through his fingers. �I am not doubting your basic faith in me. Will you trust me now? Absolutely?�
A slight thrill of apprehension ran along the prince�s spine as he pondered the unusual query, but his answer came quickly enough. �I will.�
Elladan bestowed a blazing smile on his lover, gently forcing him back until he lay flat on the bed, ivory skin glowing against the coppery bed-coverings. �Hannon chen,� he whispered, his breath ghosting over the other�s lips a mere instant before they were seized in a pillaging kiss.
Legolas� mind reeled under the sudden assault. There was no hesitation, no battle for dominance here�the mouth that plundered his own took without asking, bruising his lips, leaving him gasping for air in the brief moment before it descended again.
Raising his arms- whether in defense or invitation, he was unsure- the prince found them quickly pinned to the bed on either side of his head, fingers strong as mithril bands curled around his wrists.
Torn between struggling against the restraining hands and arching into the enticing warmth of the body that covered his own, Legolas paid little attention to the whisper-soft touch at his wrists, until a memory came on him unbidden. A fireplace, furs, Elladan�s wicked grin�and teasing words he had pondered little at the time. �Keep your hands down, melethen�or I will tie them.'

Unable to lower his arms, Legolas� eyes flew open, and an oath slipped out as he met the midnight dark eyes and smirking grin that hovered just above him. Glancing up, he fought back a wave of unease. His hands were securely lashed to the headboard�with his own soft leather sash.
�What are you doing, �Dan?�, the prince asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.
The elder twin�s grin widened as he lowered his head to nuzzle and nip at his captive�s throat. �I am improvising, of course,� he purred. �I would have thought that obvious.�
�Release me, Elladan,� the woodland prince ordered in his official presumptuous voice. �Immediately.�
Chuckling at the haughtily issued command, the dark elf retorted, �I think not, Legolas.� As the body beneath him began to twist purposefully, he added, �And if you kick me, anor nín, I will strap your legs.�
A flash of mutinous disbelief showed in the emerald eyes locked with his, and he raised an eyebrow in warning. �Less pleasant for you, I fear, and more difficult for me�but I will certainly do it, rather than be maimed by an ill-placed knee.�
Eyes wide, Legolas stared at his lover in anxiety-tinged amazement, suddenly aware afresh of the near ten centuries which separated them. This was a side of the dark elf he had not seen, save in brief, teasing glimpses. Struggling to turn the world upright once more, he managed, �What of �Roh?�, and a reply quickly slid through both minds, as the chamber door closed softly.

�Roh is going to the balcony to gaze at the stars�and think loudly. Relax, �Las. �Tis but a game.

And you, tôren�watch yourself. You are distressing our wood-elf.

Elladan moved aside slightly, keeping one leg across his victim. Gently removing the tiny woven braids from the prince�s hair, he looked intently into his lover�s face. �Are you truly distressed, �Las?�, he asked soberly, all teasing gone from the darkened grey eyes.

In the face of such serious regard, Legolas found himself stumbling over his words. �I�nay, not distressed�only�anxious, I suppose.�
�I would not have you distressed, or frightened, anor nín ,� the elder twin said earnestly, stroking the loosened golden hair soothingly. �There is no pleasure for me in your fear, or your pain. Only in your surrender.�
�I have oft surrendered to you with my hands unbound, melethen,� the prince said, a slight note of reproach in his voice.
�Aye, but �twas by your choice, �Las,� Elladan pointed out gently. �The bonds leave you with no option. �Tis my game, hence all choices belong to me. You belong to me.�
��Tis difficult ��, Legolas began, only to be interrupted by a soft kiss.
�Of course �tis difficult,� the dark elf agreed, nuzzling an ear wetly. ��Twould be little point in playing were it easy for you. The struggle is part of the attraction.�
Drawing back to search the prince�s eyes, he added, �But you must trust me. If you do not, melethen, the restraint will be nigh unbearable, and there will be little pleasure for either of us.�
Tugging experimentally at the belt which bound his hands, Legolas found it more than adequately secure, and tied in such a way that it tightened around his wrists with every pull. Forcing back a lingering touch of unease, he smiled slightly, his eyes focused intently on his lover. �I trust you, el nín ,� he murmured. �Absolutely.�
Meeting the emerald gaze, Elladan remained silent for a moment, then smiled, expertly unlacing the prince�s leggings, and slipping them off. �I am glad,� he said simply, stretching out over the bared ivory form. �Very glad.�
Legolas opened his mouth obediently to the insistent tongue, his head trapped firmly between his own raised arms and his lover�s hands. He rapidly discovered that while resistance garnered him little but a sharp nip in warning, his cautious encouraging swipes at the invader were welcome, easing the force of the assault momentarily.
Elladan pulled away from the puffy lips to press a string of kisses along the prince�s jaw. �Very good, pen vain,� he breathed, lapping at an ear. �You learn quickly.�
Lowering his head to nip teasingly at the ivory throat, the dark elf startled Legolas by biting down hard at the base of his neck, drawing a small spot of blood. �Ai!�, the prince hissed, the need for surrender forgotten as he glared at his tormentor, struggling to pull away. �Te naegra.�

�No dínen, anor nín,� the elder twin ordered gently, licking the offended skin soothingly. Legolas continued to glare silently, parting his lips only reluctantly for the exploring tongue that swiped over them enticingly.
To the prince�s surprise, the kiss was soft and lingering, and he shivered suddenly as he realized that the element which subtly altered Elladan�s familiar taste was the coppery tang of his own blood. Cautiously extending his tongue, Legolas shuddered again as it was taken into his lover�s mouth, and he bit back a groan as his own mouth was flooded with the strangely erotic flavor.
The small tremors were not lost on Elladan, and he pulled away slightly, his own impossibly dark gaze locking with the dilated emerald eyes of his lover. �Heniach si?�, the dark elf probed gently, lowering his head to nip and tug on the prince�s lower lip. ��Twas for a reason, �Las. I would never hurt you for the sake of pain.�

Standing to slip out of his sleep pants, the elder twin looked down at his bound partner, running a possessive hand over the smooth ivory skin. �Melin chen, maethoren vain,� he said softly, lowering himself beside the prince.
Legolas watched breathlessly as the dark head dipped to his chest, then hissed with pleasure as one nipple was covered by a warm mouth, teeth and tongue worrying the golden ring, sending sharp bolts of sensation through his body. Unable to press upward with his arms secured as they were, he was forced to remain still as the tantalizing wet warmth moved form one piercing ring to the other, suckling and teasing his peaked nipples until he panted helplessly.
Leaving the golden rings behind, Elladan deposited a trail of fiercely pink ovals over his lover�s chest and down the rippling stomach, pausing to thrust his tongue wetly into the prince�s navel, smiling with satisfaction at the gasping breath that rewarded his efforts.
Continuing his downward trek, the dark elf studiously avoided the weeping shaft that lay tight against his partner�s stomach, moving instead between the trembling thighs, to press wet kisses over the tender skin where leg and groin meet, then lap teasingly at the smooth sack beneath his lover�s hardened flesh. A series of muffled groans heralded these explorations, and Elladan caught the rocking hips in a firm grip before spreading the straining legs wider, to swipe his tongue over the tight entrance.
Legolas was unable to force back a keening wail as he was first licked, then breached by the persistent tongue. Giving up all pretense at silence, he struggled against the leather bond, trying to escape both the sash and the dark elf�s hold on his hips. �Please��Dan��, he whimpered breathlessly. �Please��
Retrieving the oil vial from the bed table, Elladan drizzled a thin stream over his own aching length, gasping as the cool liquid hit his heated flesh. Coating his fingers with a generous amount of oil, he dropped his head without warning and engulfed the prince�s dripping member. Legolas howled at the sudden sensation as he was suckled expertly while slick fingers stretched and oiled his passage.
Writhing urgently, the prince closed his eyes and moaned in anticipation as his legs were lifted to his lover�s shoulders, his sighs ending in a growl as he was filled with a slow steady push. His eyes flickering open, Legolas found himself forehead to forehead with the elder twin, as they both gasped for breath. �Loose my hands, el nín,� he whispered, his breath ghosting over his lover�s lips. �I would touch you.�
Elladan reached up and released the leather sash, and was immediately beset by the prince�s strong hands- sliding lightly over his back, tangling in his tousled hair, and tracing his face before finally settling on his arms, the long fingers digging pleasantly into his tensed muscles.
Pulling back, the dark elf thrust forward forcefully, stars flickering before his eyes as he slipped into the slick warmth then retreated again, his rapidly increasing rhythm erratic as his stomach tightened with impending release.
Legolas groaned, arching off the bed as he was stroked from within by his lover�s hard shaft, and from without by the oiled hand that curled tightly around his throbbing length. �Elbereth, �Dan��, he panted brokenly, �I�am�oh, gods�NOW��, his final words ending in a shriek as he spilled violently, his silvery seed splashing both sweat-slick bodies.
Elladan threw his head back, a hoarse shout escaping as he thrust into the silken heat once more before his release was coaxed from him by the convulsing passage. Collapsing onto the prince�s chest, he gently lowered his lover�s shaking legs, then lay still for a long moment before carefully withdrawing and settling to the side with a sigh, pulling Legolas into a snug embrace.

Playing absently with the golden strands that trailed across his chest, the elder twin mused, �Another bath would not be out of order, I imagine.� After a long pause, he added, �But I have not the energy to get up and prepare it.�
Legolas snickered, snuggling closer to the still-damp body beside him. �Nor have I, I am afraid. Mayhap in the morning, hmm?�
As the prince finished speaking, the bathing chamber door swung open, admitting a grinning Elrohir. �The bath is running,� he announced teasingly. �I assume you can walk to the tub? Or shall I carry you?�
��Twould be more fun, if you carried me, I wager,� Legolas chuckled, stretching luxuriously as he rose to stand beside the bed. Reaching out to pull the elf-knight into a gentle kiss, he added, �But I will walk, just for tonight.�
�And I will manage the bed,� the younger twin said with a smirk, as his lovers headed for the bath. �I will not have my honey butter in the midst of such a shambles.�
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Legolas woke in the grey light of pre-dawn, becoming gradually aware of the sweet smell of strawberries�and the insistent presence of his aching erection.
As the twins stirred, both pressed close to the ivory body between them, drawing shudders from the prince as skin slid temptingly over skin, warm mouths nipping and licking at his already ravaged throat.
When he shifted appreciatively, two hard lengths pressed insistently against his body, and the prince smiled slightly. Raising his head to plant a lingering kiss on each mouth, Legolas whispered, "There is still the matter of your honey butter, rohir nín. If you are yet hungry?�
"Aye, there is indeed," Elladan murmured, his hand finding the prince�s already weeping member, slicking it with dripping fluids. �And it would seem we are all starving.�
"�Tis a fine time for a quick snack, I believe," Elrohir agreed, 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 younger twin positioned his hardened shaft 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 elder twin to move back against him, the firm buttocks rubbing teasingly over his turgid length. "Oh, yes�", the prince whimpered softly, as Elladan pushed back steadily, impaling himself on the throbbing length.
Hands stroking idly, they lay still, savoring the sensation of closeness, until Legolas arched suddenly. Rocking his hips with a soft 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 Elladan�s hip for support, settling into a steady rhythm.
Swallowing hard, Elrohir 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.
Elladan let out a sobbing gasp, his body tightening warningly. "Oh, gods�oh, gods�" he breathed, pressing back toward the pounding thrusts. "Now�oh�Aye�" the dark elf groaned, his release spurting over the still-moving hand.
Feeling the first spasms caress him, Legolas pushed forward into the silken heat, whimpering in pleasure as he spilled deep inside his lover. Elrohir howled, burying his face in the prince�s neck, as his climax was pulled from him by the pulsing warmth.
Curled together snugly, the trio drifted toward sleep, Elrohir�s final conscious thought slithering through their drowsy minds.

There is always breakfast, too.

TBC�

Elvish Translations:

anor nín - my sun

melethen - my love

hannon chen - thank you

tôren - my brother

el nín - my star

pen vain - beautiful one

Ai - oh

te naegra - that hurts

no dínen - be silent

Heniach si? - Do you understand now?

Melin chen - I love you

maethoren vain - my beautiful warrior

rohir nín - my knight
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