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Princes Three: The Beginning	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 19708 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3

Elrohir and Legolas walked slowly through the halls, watching the cheerful bustle of servants running to and fro, preparing chambers for overnight guests as well as serving those in the Hall of Fire.
"I like this place," Legolas said with a grin. "There is always something to see."
The younger twin smiled at his friend. "That is nearly too true, gwadoren. Oft �Dan and I head for the wilds to get a little peace." Breaking into a huge grin, he continued, " But here we are at the rooms of the infamous Peredhil twins. Shall we see if my brother has made the place presentable yet?"
Laughing with his friend, the Mirkwood prince answered, "By all means. I have yet to see these dreaded chambers, you know."
With a theatrical bow, Elrohir opened the door and motioned Legolas inside. The door opened into a large den, which was awash in the light given off by a rough-hewn fireplace on the far wall. Pillows and furs were piled in front of the fire, and comfortable chairs were drawn up near the luxurious heap of fabric. A table off to the side held a basket of fruit, a pitcher of cream, and other necessities, including several bottles- one of which immediately took Legolas� attention.
"Aha!", he cried delightedly. Hefting the dark blue bottle experimentally, he asked, "Am I deceived, or is this an unopened bottle of miruvor, that cordial of the Valar your father brews? If that is the case, I find both your hospitality and your chambers flawless, mellonen."
"�Tis our pleasure to serve you, h�ren ," an amused voice drawled, before Elrohir could answer.
Turning toward the sound, Legolas found himself momentarily speechless. Elladan stood in the doorway to the bed chamber. He had removed his boots and tunic, and was in the act of removing his under-tunic. Every muscle in his well-toned torso seemed to ripple as he carelessly pulled the silky garment over his head, before tossing it at the basket near the door to the bathing chamber.
Legolas thought it one of the most sensual things he had ever seen.
Elrohir bit back a groan and let his thoughts fly.

Take it easy, melethen. Remember I am here, also. And I need no persuasion.

"Am I so horrible to look at that you are both struck dumb?", Elladan teased. "Come, strip off your formal rags and relax. I will pour the miruvor."
Recovering his wits, Legolas grinned at the elder twin and said, "For miruvor, I will endure your state of dress, gwadoren, and even join you." Kicking off his boots, he slipped his tunic off and tossed it over a chair before accepting a glass of the cordial of Imladris.
In the process of removing his own upper garments, Elrohir stopped and stared. The Mirkwood prince looked like carved ivory in the firelight. Though not quite as heavily muscled as the twins, he was of a height with them, and had the smoothly sculpted shape of a master archer. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his flat stomach disappeared temptingly into the snug leather leggings just below his navel.
Elladan handed his twin a glass of miruvor with a smirk, and turned to Legolas, who was eyeing him with a grin. "I am glad I amuse you, �Las. What do you find worth such a smile?"
" I was remembering the night you got this, gwadoren,", he answered, lightly touching the mithril nipple ring that glimmered on the elder twin�s chest. "I think it rich that the Princes of Imladris were persuaded by drink and dare to take part in a barbaric Taur-na-Fuin tradition- even if you only had stomach enough for one," he teased, indicating the pair of gold rings that graced his own peachy-pink nipples.
Elrohir raised his eyebrows in a parody of insult. "You well know, wood-elf, that such was not the case. You explained the symbolism behind the rings, even if you were nearly too drunk to talk. Left ring for first love, you told us, and right for first kill. We took a vote, and decided that since we were twins, we only needed one of each."
Legolas was not impressed. "Aye, we took a vote. There were two of you, and only one of me. How else could it have turned out, eh, gwadoren?"
Elladan broke in with a chuckle. "Enough already! We are sorry you have not a twin, �Las, but we won fair up." Turning to Elrohir, he went on. "And you, t�ren , whined like a maid the next day." Grinning, he mimicked, "It hurts! It hurts!"
The woodland prince snorted, then reached out and tugged gently on Elrohir�s mithril ring. "Doesn�t hurt now, does it, �Roh?"
Elrohir looked at him in disbelief for a moment, as the sharp tingles of sensation caused by moving the ring ran through his body, then he grinned evilly. "No �Las," he replied sweetly, twisting both the golden rings at once, "it doesn�t hurt at all."
Legolas shuddered visibly for several seconds, then managed to return the grin. "Even now?", he queried.
"Aye, we are," the elf-knight answered. "Come sit by the fire and tell us of things in the Wood." Throwing himself down on the cushions, he patted a place beside. "These pillows are the best seats in the house," he said with a smile.
Elladan grabbed the bottle of miruvor and flopped down beside Legolas, topping off all the glasses before placing the bottle carefully on the floor beside the hearth. Assured of its safety, he turned to the others, and they began to talk of things both old and new.
Some time later, Elladan discovered that the miruvor was nearly gone, and the elves responsible, himself included, were nearly giddy. Elrohir sat with his legs stretched out straight, back propped against an overstuffed chair. Legolas lay sprawled on his back on the pillows, his golden braids long since undone, the unbound length of his hair shining in the firelight. Elladan scooted over to his twin and said, "Help me undo my braids, t�ren , then I will help you with yours."
Elrohir began removing braids and beads, then looked at Elladan questioningly, and received a slight nod in answer. Clearing his throat, he asked, "What do you know regarding elven twins, �Las?"
Legolas turned to his side, propping himself up on one elbow. " I know there have only been four pair recorded in all the history of elvendom- Amras and Amrod, Elured and Elurin, Elrond and Elros, and current company," he began, as though quoting a history lesson.
"I have been told that you share one faer born into two rhaiw, and the resulting bond allows you to mindspeak freely, without the need to learn the art. I was also taught that when your uncle chose to be mortal, a part of his faer was returned to your father, so that he would not grieve and pass to The Halls of Mandos on Elros� death."
Turning slightly, so he could remove Elrohir�s braids, Elladan nodded encouragingly at the woodland prince. He was pleased with the knowledge the other displayed. Mayhap their friend could be made to understand their relationship�
Legolas broke into his thoughts, a teasing smile on his face. "Of course, I know the two of you rut like rabbits at every opportunity."
For a split second there was absolute silence, and the prince wondered if he had put his thoughts too crudely, but then the silence was shattered by a delighted chortle from Elrohir. Elladan still sat as if in shock, his mouth half open.
"You are drooling, t�ren ," the elf-knight teased gently, and the elder twin closed his mouth, then tried twice to express his thoughts before giving up. "Your move, rohir n�n ," he said with a smile, "But first, I could use another drink. I am suddenly frustratingly sober."
While Elladan poured miruvor for all, Elrohir looked at Legolas curiously. "Where did you hear this, mellonen? It is quite true, and we do not go out of our way to hide our bond, but it is not common conversation fodder outside Imladris."
"R�mil told me," he answered, as if that explained everything. "Actually, he asked me if I knew whether or not it was true, and I was unable to relieve his mind. R�mil rather fancies either of you," he continued with a smirk.
"R�mil told you?�, Elladan asked incredulously. "Why did R�mil tell you? And who told him?"
"Pillow talk," Legolas admitted sheepishly. "R�mil rather fancies me,too, if he can�t have one of you. Actually, Haldir told him, claiming first hand knowledge, as I understand it."
Elrohir raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Aye, he has his knowledge. As much as he could stand, if I remember correctly."
Legolas looked at the elf-knight quickly, a question forming in his eyes, but Elladan interrupted his thoughts suddenly. "And it does not disturb you, ernilen? That we are brothers, and also lovers?"
The woodland prince shook his head slowly. "It was rather a relief, when R�mil told me, actually."
Both twins looked at him in shock. "A relief?", they chorused.
"Aye," he answered easily. "Never in six centuries has either of you tried to bed me. It was a little unsettling. I had to accept that you simply didn�t find me fair."
Elrohir shook with laughter, and the elder twin asked with a smirk, " A little conceited, are we, �Las?"
"Nay, not conceited," the golden prince replied in good humor. "Just happy with my lot in life."
"Legolas," Elrohir said suddenly, "What if we do find you fair? Very fair?"
"I would be pleased, of course, but I don�t quite understand�", the woodland prince began.
"You have not really thought it through, gwadoren," Elladan interrupted gently. "We are one faer...our bond is into one soul, not between two. There is room in our lives and hearts for others."
Suddenly Legolas did understand, and he sat up and looked at the twins in amazement. "Sweet Eru, that is what Haldir was speaking of, isn�t it? The both of you together- with him, at the same time?"
Even as the questions tumbled out, images came unbidden to his mind- disconcerting images, that made his breathing quicken, and his cheeks flush, and his tongue cease working. "And you want to�you mean�both�me�you�"
Elladan and Elrohir nodded encouragingly at the poorly developed, yet essentially correct question, and the golden prince suddenly found his tongue again. "Now, I need a drink," he said seriously, handing his glass to Elladan. "A big one."
The elder twin drained the bottle of miruvor in the offered glass, and handed it back to Legolas, who threw his head back and half-emptied the glass in one draught. Elrohir reached over and touched his arm lightly. "We would like very much to have you lie with us, mellonen, but it is alright if you would prefer not, if you do not wish to�"
"If I do not wish to?�, Legolas broke in incredulously. "How could I not wish to? Valar�s light, just look at the two of you! One would be more than enough, but both�of course I wish to! " Taking another gulp of his miruvor, he continued more calmly, "But I have never been with two�"
Elladan took the glass from his hand, and sat it on the hearth, then scooted up to sit at the woodland prince�s side. "Never mind, pen vain," he breathed against the perfectly pointed ear, teasing the tip with his tongue. "We will teach you everything we know."

"Aye, that we will," Elrohir purred into the other ear, nipping and suckling the delicate skin behind. "We want nothing but to please you, �Las."
Legolas took a shuddering breath, and looked from one pair of glowing silver-grey eyes to the other. "I think I need another drink," he said unsteadily.
"You are thinking too much," Elladan said cheerfully. "What you need is a back rub." Spreading his legs wide, he patted the floor in front of himself. "Come here, and we will relieve some of that tension."
Reluctantly moving to sit before the elder twin, Legolas watched Elrohir enter the bathing chamber and return with a small bottle of oil. Sitting down in front of the Mirkwood prince, the elf-knight moved the mass of golden hair over a shoulder and expertly braided it in a thick plait.

With the hair taken care of, he pulled the stopper from the bottle and poured a generous amount of oil into Elladan�s outstretched hands, before dribbling a little onto his own fingers.
With one hand, he gently stroked up the pale throat, gently forcing Legolas to meet his eyes. "Look at me, mellonen," he ordered quietly. Legolas looked up uncertainly, and was rendered nearly breathless by what he saw. The darkened eyes were filled with warmth, as well as lust. Hair black as ebony glimmered in the firelight, spilling over the pale shoulders and down the well-muscled chest. Vaguely aware that Elladan was rubbing his tension-filled shoulders, the woodland prince felt himself begin to relax.
"If you do not want this, say so," Elrohir continued, lightly running his oiled finger over the ivory-skinned throat, then down the chest. "I would not damage our friendship by taking advantage." He smiled broadly. "I promise I will survive the rejection."
Legolas shook his head. "As if anyone sane would reject you..." Reaching up to tuck an inky strand of hair behind Elrohir�s ear, he smiled and said, "My mind is working overtime on the mechanics, however."
Elladan chuckled softly. "Let it go, gwadoren," he advised. "As I said, you think too much." Pulling Legolas gently but inexorably back against his own body, he slid his oiled hands across the firm chest, lightly brushing the golden rings.
A hissing gasp escaped from the prince, and Elrohir murmured approvingly, "That is right, pen vain. Just feel." Moving closer, he brushed his lips lightly across the high cheekbones before taking the full lower lip between his teeth, nipping and licking it teasingly, then moving to the rosy upper lip to continue the torture.
Legolas inhaled sharply, reaching up to tangle his fingers in the dark hair. "Enough play, Perehdel," he growled, before capturing Elrohir�s mouth in a fierce kiss. For what seemed an eternity the two warriors vied for control of the kiss, tongues clashing, teeth clinking�
Elladan breathed, "Sweet Elbereth�yes..," as he bent his head to suckle the back of the ivory neck, reflexively pressing his hips forward against the golden prince�s buttocks. Sliding his hands down the flat stomach to the snugly laced leggings, he emitted an audible groan when his fingers encountered the hard curve of the archer�s desire.
Legolas moaned into Elrohir�s mouth, arching his back, thrusting his hips toward the searching fingers. He nipped sharply at the younger twin�s lip, earning a groan, followed by a softly murmured, "I yield, ernilen."
The woodland prince shivered, his blue-green eyes darkening further, now gleaming like emeralds against his pale skin. "Do you, mellonen?", he asked hoarsely. Elrohir smiled slightly, nodding. "Then take those off," Legolas purred wickedly, tugging at the elf-knight�s breeches, "For I would see my prize."
As Elrohir stood to tug off his leggings, Elladan pulled sharply on the golden braid, loosing the down-soft hair. "And what of my prize, gwadoren?" , he whispered, playing indolently with the stretched lacings of the soft brown breeches. "Will you be my golden trophy this night?"
Legolas let out a whimper at the image that flashed through his mind, and turning his head to meet Elladan�s dark gaze gasped out "Oh, gods, yes�", before his mouth was taken in a slow, sensual kiss. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, the elder twin murmured, "I would see my prize, also," as he expertly unlaced the prince�s leggings. "Remove these, pen vain."
"And what of your covering, el n�n ?", Elrohir asked with a smirk, kneeling to unlace his twin�s leggings. "Will you remain clothed while we are bare? Strip these off, and come lie on the furs, hmm?"
Elladan reached out and pulled the elf-knight close, kissing him soundly. Legolas let out a startled gasp, and both twins turned toward him warily. "Is something wrong, mellonen?", Elrohir asked gently, as Elladan stood to take off his leggings.
The Mirkwood prince shook his head and swallowed hard. "Nay, nothing is amiss. I just�you�that was the most erotic kiss I have ever seen."
Elladan lowered himself gracefully to the floor and held his out his hand. "Come here then, �Las, and we will share it with you."
Legolas looked at the pair sprawled on the hearth-furs, and was unable to suppress a groan.

Both twins were stretched wantonly in front of the fire, and without the gleaming mithril rings, he felt he might not be able to tell them apart. Their ebony hair trailed on the furs like black silk, and the silver-grey eyes were nearly black with emotion. They were marble pale all over, save for the rosy purple of their engorged members.
Taking a steadying breath, Legolas dropped fluidly to the floor, allowing himself to be pulled down to lie between the others. Propping up on their elbows, the twins looked him over carefully. Golden hair spilled like sunlight over his shoulders, to pool on the floor. The pale ivory skin was slightly flushed with arousal, and the now-deep-green eyes flashed gold in the flickering light. The peachy nipples with their gold rings were peaked, and his throbbing, rosy-peach length lay against his flat abdomen.
"You are beautiful, mellonen," Elrohir breathed reverently, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen lips. Elladan leaned down and touched his mouth to the other two, flicking his tongue over the welcoming lips, then into the warm wetness. Legolas moaned helplessly at the new sensation, rocking his hips in a vain search for friction.
Pulling back from the kiss, Elladan nibbled his way down to the peaked nipples, then took the left one in his mouth, suckling and pulling on the piercing ring with his tongue.
Legolas hissed loudly, and was rewarded by a second mouth on the right side. Unable to bite back a moan, he panted, "Valar, wait�I cannot stand it!"
Elladan nibbled his way back up the ivory neck, and nipped hard, just below the curve of a shell-like ear. "Of course you can stand it," he purred, pushing back the golden hair soothingly. "Does it not please you, pen vain?"
"Aye, it pleases me very mu�," the prince began, when without warning Elrohir took his turgid length into a warm, slippery mouth. "Ai!..Oh,gods��Roh.. oh,yes�good," he growled incoherently, bucking into the willing mouth.
As suddenly as it had begun, the wonderful sensation ended, and Legolas hissed in frustration, "Don�t stop!" The elf-knight chuckled and kissed the fuming prince lightly. "I would not choose to stop, but I have other plans for this, " he murmured, stroking the other�s weeping erection lightly. "And I do not wish to wait for you to recover."
Grinning evilly, Legolas closed his fist around Elrohir�s throbbing erection, and stroked rapidly, teasing the engorged head with his thumb, his left hand reaching for Elladan at the same time.

As the twins gasped helplessly, he said threateningly," I do not wish to wait, any longer, either."
Elladan reached quickly for the oil, slicking his own throbbing member, before drizzling the cool oil on the woodland prince�s aching length. Legolas moaned harshly and snatched the bottle, pouring the slippery fluid liberally over his hand. Elrohir obligingly spread his legs for the questing fingers, which easily slipped inside his puckered opening. As the gently scissoring movement brushed his prostate, he threw his head back and barked harshly, "Sweet Eru, hurry!"
Rolling over, Legolas pulled Elladan to him and kissed him fiercely, pushing the oil vial into the Peredhel�s hand and opening his legs. "Now," he ordered," Do..It..Now." The elder twin inhaled sharply, and pressed an oil-slick finger gently against the ridged pink opening. Legolas raised his hips from the floor and arched down suddenly, pressing the long finger in to the knuckle.
Elladan groaned wordlessly and added another, then another, until the archer was writhing under his hand. "Enough, �Dan," he panted. "Will be fine� just take me�oh, gods..now.."
"�Roh? " , the elder twin said hoarsely, raising his eyebrow in a silent question.
"Gods, yes!", Elrohir breathed, dropping to his knees and elbows, wiggling his rear temptingly at Legolas. "You take me first, �Las."
The prince drew a long shuddering breath, and hauled himself up behind Elrohir, rubbing his aching length against the oiled cleft. He bent and kissed the elf-knight softly on the shoulder, then took his hips in firm hands. Elladan swallowed thickly, and whispered, "All the way in, mellonen. He likes it that way."
With a single smooth thrust and a feral groan, Legolas buried himself in the younger twin, who let out a keening cry. "Ai! Move�move.."
Legolas hissed, and thrust smoothly into the velvet heat a few times before Elladan slid behind him and murmured, "Ready, pen vain?", rubbing his turgid member teasingly against the prince�s firm cheeks. "How do you like it, hmm?"
The woodland prince strained back against the elder twin and growled, "Hard and deep. And Now."
Elladan groaned, "I think I can arrange that, h�ren ," and pushed firmly into the welcoming heat. "Oh Elbereth ,yes�", he gasped, thrusting slowly. "Move between us, �Las..like..oh,gods..like that.."
Legolas thrust his hips forward and pulled back blindly, the double sensation of sliding into Elrohir, then being filled by Elladan clouding all his other senses. He lost all track of time. Nothing else existed. He moaned over and over as the hard length pounded his sweet spot, and the velvety warmth engulfed his throbbing member. Too soon, and yet not soon enough he felt the first tightening in his groin. Reaching around to stroke Elrohir�s weeping length, he panted, "Oh, gods��Roh..are you..I am going to�"
Elrohir whimpered hoarsely, "Yes..almost..oh, Elbereth..now.." Then suddenly pushing back hard against the prince, he barked out, " I am going to come�I am�Ai! �Las!"
Legolas howled as the velvety passage tightened around him, and the warm cream spilled over his fist. With a final violent thrust, the spasming walls pulled his own orgasm from him, and he spilled his seed deep in Elrohir�s body, his own spasms pushing Elladan over the edge with a hoarse shout.
The three tumbled to the floor and lay there in a heap for a few moments before finding strength to move. Legolas flopped on his back, pulling a twin to each side.
Elladan moved up and kissed him lightly. "Did we please you, ernilen?", he asked teasingly.
The woodland prince smirked, then pulled Elrohir up for a kiss. "I haven�t decided yet," he answered cheekily. "You will have to show me again."
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Elvish Translations:

gwadoren - my sworn brother

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

peredhil - half elven (plural)

mellonen - my friend

h�ren - my lord

melethen - my love

t�ren - my brother

faer - soul, spirit

rhaiw - bodies

rohir n�n - my knight

ernilen - my prince

pen vain - beautiful one

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