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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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Elrohir crouched low, dropping his head as the swirling white knives flew by, perilously close. Springing up, he swung his light elven sword in a graceful arc, forcing Legolas to back up or
be sliced.
Smiling grimly, the Mirkwood prince panted out, "Well done, mellonen," before renewing his attack. Feigning to one side, he dropped suddenly into a roll, slipping under Elrohir�s lethal two-handed swing to his unprotected body. The elf-knight realized too late the prince�s intent, and tried to lower his blade in protection, but the twin knives sliced cleanly through the air, grazing the stiff leather of Elrohir�s bracers.
Though all the blades were wax-dipped to dull the razor-like edges for practice, the weapons were still potentially deadly, and Legolas quickly pulled back at the sound of contact. "�Roh," he asked anxiously, "are you alright?"
"He�s fine," Elladan called from the side of the field, where he stood talking with Glorfindel. "Continue the match."
"Thank you for your brotherly concern, t�ren," Elrohir growled . "I could have been skewered like a boar." Nevertheless, he took up his ready position and nodded at Legolas to continue the bout.
"Your friend is becoming quite a warrior, " Glorfindel commented. "I have never seen his like on the archery range. I wish some of our bowmen had half his skill, and they are more than twice his age."
"Aye, he is the best archer in Arda, or soon will be, I wager. But �Roh and I still best him in close combat," Elladan returned.
The balrog-slayer looked at his some-time student sharply, but there was no trace of guile on his face. The double-entendre must have been unintended, the golden elder decided. Watching the match dispassionately, Glorfindel had to agree. As good as the Mirkwood royal was with his wicked white knives, Elrohir had the greater skill. He watched with interest as the warriors circled and parried, looking for an effective opening.
They made an attractive sight also, the seneschal decided. Both dressed lightly in sparring garb, their muscles rippled and flexed visibly beneath the snug fabric. Elrohir�s raven locks were gathered into a thick braid, mithril glinting in the sun. The twins had talked Legolas into a single braid, also, and his golden hair hung like a rope down his back, the plait flying like a scythe as he turned and whirled with his knives.
The single braid did something else, Glorfindel noticed with amusement. It bared his neck for all to see, and evidence of his activities these past few days was plentiful. Anyone in Imladris who was past his majority would recognize those marks as the work of the twins. They were as blatant a �Keep Away� sign as any, bar shouting.
Suddenly, the match ended as the elder had thought it must. Dropping low, Elrohir swung out a leg, taking Legolas completely by surprise, and effectively knocking him off his feet. As the archer hit the ground, the elf-knight rolled over and straddled him, pinning the amazed elf to the turf. Elrohir quickly laid the flat of his blade against the prince�s throat, and Legolas ruefully handed over his knives grips up, in a show of defeat.
The elf-knight took the knives and thrust them easily into the ground above Legolas� shoulders, then raised his head to look intently at Elladan, his eyes dark as midnight in his exertion-flushed face.
Elladan smiled slightly, and took Glorfindel by the arm. "Let us go back, meldir," he said softly, pulling the balrog-slayer along.
Glorfindel glanced back at the clearing, where Elrohir still sat astride the prince, then turned to look full at Elladan. "It is no longer a game, is it, pen neth?", he asked quietly.
"Nay, Glorfindel, it is longer a game," the elder twin answered with a wry smile. "If it ever was. I am not sure."
"Ernilen," the balrog-slayer began, "Be careful. Take it from one who knows. Any triad is difficult, but yours? Yours has problems one can only imagine�"
"Let it be, mellonen," Elladan broke in seriously. "Please. Talking can not change our hearts. Just let it go."
"Aye, I will let it be for the current time," Glorfindel agreed. "But if you need me, or if your Prince needs a shoulder, I am here."
Elladan smiled in answer, squeezing Glorfindel�s arm gratefully.
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"Get off me, �Roh," Legolas said in exasperation, pushing the blade away carefully. "You are quite heavy, gwadoren."
The elf-knight gave him a cheeky grin, and tossed his sword to the side. "I think not," he retorted, leaning close to the woodland prince and tossing away the knives, "I am quite comfortable, also."
With growing alarm, Legolas noticed the darkening of the silvery eyes, and the raspy edge of the usually musical voice. "Elrohir, let me up. Now," he insisted quietly, trying to calm his racing pulse. "We have an audience."
"Nay, they have gone," the younger twin purred, extending his body full-length over the prince and suckling the pale throat. "And I find myself famished," he continued, lavishly licking a perfect ear, before nibbling gently at the point, "And in the mood for wood-elf."
Legolas gasped at the sensation, reflexively pressing his hips upward against his captor. "Wait," the golden prince pleaded, trying to hold on to his lucidity. "Stop, please, Elrohir. Not here. And Elladan�"
"Elladan knows, and he does not mind," Elrohir murmured distractedly, tugging at the fastenings of the archer�s snug shirt. "He�"
Suddenly, Legolas was furious. "But I mind," he hissed angrily, pushing with surprising strength against the startled elf-knight�s chest. "I do not wish to be taken like a human whore, in a public field in broad daylight! Get off me!"
Caught off guard by the outburst, Elrohir moved away as the Mirkwood prince jumped to his feet.

"I did not mean to treat you like a whore," he began soothingly, "I just wanted�"
"Exactly," Legolas snarled, his rage undimmed, "You wanted, so you were going to take. Never mind what I wanted. I am not a toy, Peredhel, to be played with whenever you like. I thought we were still friends."
"So did I," the elf-knight replied quietly, an ominous glitter in the darkened eyes. "And I found you more willing than you claim," he continued tightly, staring pointedly at the undeniable bulge in the prince�s leggings.
"Does that make it right?", the woodland prince snapped. "It is acceptable to maul me against my expressed wishes because my body responds?"
For a long moment, Legolas thought he had gone too far, and was to be thrashed.
Elrohir�s eyes glittered coldly, and his hands clenched repeatedly. Then, suddenly, all the light faded from the grey orbs, leaving them sad and forlorn. "Is that what you think of me now? That I would maul you, take you against your will?", he asked quietly. Without waiting for a reply, he bent to pick up his discarded blade. "Forgive me, your Majesty. I will not bother you again."
Legolas� heart sank at the pain in the grey eyes, the flame of his anger extinguished as quickly as it had flared. "�Roh, wait, please�" he begged, hoping the affectionate nickname would reach the elf-knight.
Impulsively, he reached out and tried to grasp the pale hand, and was stricken to the heart when Elrohir shied from the touch. "I am going to bathe," the younger twin said without inflection, and walked away.
The woodland prince slowly picked up his own knives, re-sheathing them automatically in the scabbard at his hip. Torn between following Elrohir, as his heart bid him, and stubbornly staying away, as his pride insisted, he dropped into the grass and put his head in his hands.

Follow him. Do not let it wait.

The words slid through his mind as though another was speaking. Surprised, he looked around, only to find that he was still alone.

Go on! Please. He did not seek to hurt you.

"Nor did I seek to hurt him," he replied to no one in particular, leaping to his feet and heading for the bathing pools.

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Elvish Translations:
mellonen - my friend

t�ren - my brother

meldir - male friend

pen neth - young one

ernilen - my prince

gwadoren - my sworn brother
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