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Greenleaf & Imladris 26 - Double Trouble	By : MPB Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6473 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter III

The Last Homely House became even less peaceful with the arrival for a summer’s visit of the hobbits, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. The Master and the Thain had taken a month’s leave from families and duties and come to Rivendell for a spell.

Both had weathered the years very well, still looking quite as youthful as when they first set forth on the Quest with Legolas all those decades ago. Of course, they had matured since then and, when attending to their duties in the Shire, comported themselves with the dignity and restraint expected of them. But every now and then, their lively natures exerted themselves, whereupon they would hie off to Rivendell or even far-off Rohan or Gondor that they might cast off the cares of their stations in life.

Their visit happened to coincide with Gimli’s. The Dwarf had also taken time off from his responsibilities as Lord of Aglarond. He was as affectionately bluff with his friends as always and managed to convey his great pleasure at seeing them all again without turning maudlin about it.

The further reduction in peace had to do with the fact that all three visitors were given to loud declarations of their opinions on just about everything. But they were most clamorous about the perils of being anywhere near Elladan’s rambunctious twins.

Nevertheless, their presence was as much boon as bane to Elrohir and Legolas. With Elladan and Nimeithel enjoying their holiday in Mithlond with Celeborn and Iorwen and her husband, Ailios, and even patient Lindir determinedly keeping well out of the way, they were both at their tethers’ end. Now they gleefully drafted their friends into taking turns with them in keeping an eye on the twins. Or, as Gimli growlingly put it, sentry duty.

“Your nephews are an unmitigated menace to society, Legolas!” Merry declared after witnessing yet another of the brethren’s scrapes that had their uncles packing them off for a day’s confinement in their rooms.

“Worse than a menace,” Pippin remarked. “I cannot for the life of me understand how any two creatures could cause so much trouble!”

Legolas skewered him with a glare. “Coming from you, Master Peregrin, that is the height of irony,” he said. “Mayhap I should recall to you the trouble two other creatures I know have caused over the years.”

Gimli chortled as the Halflings turned a nice shade of scarlet and alluded no more to the mischief any two beings could perpetrate. Nevertheless, he and they did their utmost to avoid being saddled with the daunting chore of keeping Elladan’s sons out of trouble. And Legolas did his utmost to ensure that they did come in for their share of watching over the brethren.

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One particular sunny day, Elrohir thankfully retreated to the study to go over the backlog of reports, bills and correspondence. Ordinarily, the Elf-knight loathed the tedious trial of paperwork but today he was almost happy to take care of it if only because it was a welcome excuse to get out of watching over his nephews. Instead, he had foisted the thankless task on Legolas. The blond archer had not been amused and his eyes had promised dire retribution before the day was done.

The Elvenlord perched on the edge of the ornately carved desk that had been Elrond’s. Never fond of the all too stately high-backed chair behind the table, he preferred to casually sit on the desk itself and go through the numerous documents upon it. He was just scowling over the atrocious scrawl of a merchant from Bree when he heard shrieks of laughter emanating from the garden. Sighing, he rose, letter still in hand, and sauntered to the window.

He reached it in time to espy two slight forms darting past, giggling like mad. He watched interestedly as they vanished into the grove of trees beyond the garden. He waited expectantly for their pursuer to appear.

To his surprise, it was not the Elven prince who came racing after Elros and Elendir but two pucker-faced hobbits, both shouting imprecations not fit for children’s ears and threatening bloody murder. On their heels was Gimli, huffing and puffing, yelling at them to remember that it was a crime to strangle Elflings and would they all please slow down?!

Elrohir bemusedly watched them disappear as well into the grove. Their appearance begged two questions. Where was Legolas and how did he persuade the three to take his place?

The door to the study opened. Elrohir turned to see the fair-haired archer close the door behind him. He regarded him suspiciously as he approached. Legolas seemed a mite too nonchalant.

“What are you doing here?” he mildly inquired. “You were in charge of the twins.”

Legolas snorted. “If you think I am going to spend the day keeping our nephews from breaking their precious necks, you are sadly mistaken!” he informed the warrior.

Elrohir had to chuckle. “And just how did you convince Gimli, Merry and Pippin to take over from you?”

“I did not,” Legolas smirked. “They were quaffing that foul beer of theirs on the terrace. I merely directed the twins’ attention toward them.”

“Indeed.” Elrohir frowned. There was more to this tale than Legolas was letting on as yet. “Would you care to enlighten me as to why the hobbits seem bent on ending our nephews’ lives?”

Legolas snickered. “I believe it has to do with the amazing effects a cup of vinegar can have on a pitcher of beer.”

“Elbereth! Vinegar?” A gust of laughter escaped the Elf-knight. “I wonder. Were Elladan and I as bad as that?”

“Worse, if Erestor’s stories about you did your dubious achievements justice.”

Elrohir laughed again. “Poor Erestor,” he said. “I cannot count the number of times he threatened to sail for Valinor while we were growing up. Not that it got any better when we did. And then you showed up as well.”

Legolas grinned. “We were holy terrors, weren’t we?” he chuckled.

Elrohir shook his head. As he did, he recalled the letter in his hand. With a sigh, he walked back to the paper-laden desk.

“Surely you aren’t going to spend the whole day doing that,” Legolas protested.

“I have no choice,” Elrohir replied. “With Elladan away, all the paperwork falls to me.” He picked up a sheaf of bills. “Would you have the Last Homely House invaded by a horde of unpaid merchants?” he pointed out. “Adar”—Father—“would never have countenanced it.”

He perched once more on the table edge, trying not to take notice of Legolas’ disapproving stare. He began to scan a new document. Frowning, he turned and sifted through the other scrolls and pages, searching for something. Finally, he rose to his feet, recalling that the item he wanted was in the sole drawer of the desk.

Instead of taking the time to walk around the desk, he stretched over it, resting his stomach on its shiny surface. He pulled out the drawer and searched its contents until, finally, with a grin of satisfaction, he found the sheet of parchment he’d been looking for. So intent was he on his chore that he failed to hear the sharp intake of breath behind him.

He closed the drawer and began to push himself up from the tabletop. To his surprise, he felt the full weight of Legolas’ body bearing down on his back, pinning him to the desk.

“Legolas, what are you doing?” he exclaimed.

He gasped as he felt the archer’s hands snake around his waist and tug at the lacing of his breeches. He tried to get up but Legolas would not budge. Soft yet demanding lips caressed the side of his neck even as skillful hands slipped into his breeches and stroked him steadily. Elrohir struggled to clear his suddenly lust-fogged senses.

He was in the middle of another protest when he felt his trousers hauled down and his shirt lifted to bare his backside. The archer pressed hard against him.

Panic hit him then. “You cannot—!” he gasped.

He yelped as the prince proved he very well could, spearing him deeply with his already impossibly turgid length. Elrohir could do nothing but take the brunt of his mate’s sensual assault. Shocked at having been taken unawares, dazed by the spiralling pleasure he felt with each thrust into his body, he found himself unable to think clearly. Until his eyes fell upon the door. He did think of something then with horror.

“Legolas, stop!” he implored. “Someone might walk in on us!”

“Since when did you care about that?” was the prince’s arch rejoinder. Elrohir could hear the wicked grin in his voice. He moaned as Legolas refused to relent.

“I care not about full-grown Elves seeing us thus,” he managed to sputter. He groaned at a particularly hard thrust. It was becoming increasingly difficult to think coherently. “But Elros and Elendir may come in here,” he panted. “Legolas, we cannot let them see this! They are too young!”

The prince chuckled. “So, you do have limits after all.”

To Elrohir’s relief, Legolas stopped thrusting into him and slowly withdrew. Assuming his words had penetrated the archer’s passion-blurred mind, he began to push himself up.

Thus he was shocked anew when he was suddenly turned around and hoisted bodily onto the tabletop. Before he could say a word, his shirt was virtually ripped open and the prince resumed his attack. His mouth, throat and chest were swiftly invaded with such vigor that it took both his breath and voice away. Then with startling speed, Legolas whipped off his breeches and shoes in one fell swoop and pulled his long legs up and about his waist.

Elrohir cried out hoarsely as he was filled once more. With almost luxurious deliberateness, Legolas buried himself to the hilt in his flesh. He stared up at the prince in uncharacteristic shock and amazement. Legolas’ smile was positively feral, his eyes brimming with lascivious fervor.

“I want to see your face when you find your pleasure,” he purred rakishly. And then he was pounding into his dazed spouse again. Elrohir could only grab at the archer’s arms on either side of him and hang on for dear life.

Legolas seldom got the better of him in their couplings. For sheer length and breadth of experience and audacity, Elrohir was almost without peer. But taken by surprise and so peremptorily taken, he had to own himself bested this time. There was no getting around it.

Perversely, the very thought of Legolas so ravenous for him that he had turned this rapacious, made him feel an excruciating stab of pure pleasure. He gazed woozily at the fell beauty of the countenance above him, thought the Elven prince had never looked so exquisite as he did right now – shining gold locks cascading over his shoulders, sapphire eyes ablaze with passion, finely wrought lips dipping ever so often to claim his in heated harmony.

He groaned as Legolas took his now rampant need in hand and stroked it as fiercely as he was driving into him. Their pleasure flowed unhindered between them, heightening every sensation to near unbearable. Elrohir came undone at last, his release unleashed with explosive force. He vaguely heard Legolas’ huskily uttered, “Beautiful.” And then the prince surrendered to his own completion, spending himself deep within his spouse.

Elrohir lay quietly for a moment, panting slightly, with Legolas’ head upon his chest. He could not believe what had just happened.

“You are getting to be impulsive,” he managed to say. “Not to mention learning how to improvise.”

The prince raised his head and grinned at him. He was flushed and breathing heavily as well.

“I have a most excellent example to follow,” he cheekily replied.

Elrohir chuckled and shook his head resignedly. “Ai, Legolas, you will be the death of me yet.”

“I?” the prince glowered at him with mock outrage. “And just who enjoys bringing my heart rate to unholy levels whenever possible?” he demanded. “Not to mention stealing my breath when I need it most!”

Elrohir laughed weakly. “Very well, I plead guilty as charged,” he said. “Now, have mercy on me and let me up, Calenlass.”

“After I catch my breath,” the archer retorted, laying his head upon the twin’s chest once more.

Elrohir sighed. He did not have much of a choice save to wait upon Legolas’ leisure. He was at a distinct disadvantage at the moment, still supine, still pinned down, still impaled since the prince had not seen fit to withdraw from him.

“Thank Elbereth the twins did not think to come here,” he murmured. “That would have aged me by ten centuries at the very least.”

“You need not have worried,” Legolas said smugly. “They would not have come in.”

Elrohir raised a questioning eyebrow, “And how could you be so certain of that?”

The prince looked up at him and smirked. “Because I bolted the door.”

He grinned triumphantly as blatant surprise registered on the Elf-knight’s face. The full implications of his answer hit the warrior with the force of a furious gale.

“You planned to do this?” he gasped incredulously.

“I swore you would pay for inflicting our unruly nephews on me.” The prince leered at his suddenly speechless spouse. “Besides, you presented me with a most irresistible opportunity when you bent over this desk. I simply could not forego the chance to do some delectable delving to pass the time.”

Elrohir groaned. “All right, you have had your revenge. Will you kindly let me up now?”

“Nay.”

The blue eyes flashed salaciously. With yet another jolt of shock, Elrohir became aware of being fully filled once more as the prince came anew to a proud and potent arousal.

“Valar!” he gasped as he was pushed down once more, his wrists held down to the desk on either side of his head.

The archer’s grin widened. “Don’t count on getting any more work done this morning, Aduial,” he cooed. “I have a most pressing need that demands your undivided attention.”

Elrohir hissed protestingly at the prince’s renewed onslaught. True, it was thoroughly enjoyable. His body heartily approved of the abuse it was taking. But he did dislike being bested and being bested twice in a row at that! Just as he was beginning to feel umbrage at such usage, Legolas gazed down at him with gleaming eyes wide in wonder and love.

“Just looking at you is enough to undo me,” he whispered fervently. “I love you so much. I can never get enough of you, Elrohir nîn.”—my Elrohir.

Umbrage promptly forgotten, the Elf-knight happily conceded defeat to his fair-haired prince and eagerly abetted in his own delightful torment.

It was fortunate that the door and walls of the study were thick and solid. No one heard the unlikely sounds that echoed within the room. And none guessed at the uncustomary use Elrond’s elegant desk was put to that bright summer morning.

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Glossary:

Calenlass - Greenleaf

Aduial - Twilight

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