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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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Interlude- Educating the King

Mirkwood 2151 III

Legolas paced the floor of his bed-chamber, distractedly toying with the mithril cuff that wrapped his forearm. He had returned from a two-week patrol this day to welcome news. Elladan and Elrohir were on their way to Mirkwood at last, and expected within the week, barring unforeseen delays. After a separation of almost four moons, the woodland prince was to be reunited with his lovers- and he had still not spoken with his father.
Sighing, Legolas cursed himself soundly for delaying the inevitable. Though he had once thought it best to await the twin�s arrival before telling Thranduil of their changed relationship, he now felt it a grave mistake. Mirkwood was his realm, thus her reaction- as well as that of her king- was his responsibility. In addition, Thranduil was aware of his son�s unusual reticence, and saddened by it.
The prince feared that, however unwittingly, his continued silence would foster the impression he was ashamed of his lovers, of their bond. He would not let the twins arrive to such a reception. Thranduil, at least, must know exactly how things stood between the three princes before their arrival. His mind made up, Legolas headed determinedly for the king�s study.

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Thranduil looked up expectantly as Legolas knocked on the open door, beckoning his son in with a broad grin. "Come in, ionen," the king invited, laying down his quill.
"I hope I am not interrupting, Ada," the prince said with a weak smile. "I need to speak with you, if you have time."
"Nay, you are not interrupting. �Tis time for a break, anyway, pen neth," Thranduil answered, his brow creasing slightly as Legolas firmly shut the door. "Pour us a drink, hmm?"
Rising from his chair gracefully, the king moved to one of the comfortable chairs that sat before the open balcony doors. Legolas filled two goblets with the heady Dorwinion red that the wood-elves preferred, then dropped into his seat, handing one glass to his father.
Thranduil sipped his drink appreciatively, then turned his emerald gaze on the prince. "What is troubling you, ionen?", the king asked gently. "You have been distant from me these past weeks, even when you were present."
Legolas bowed his head guiltily. "I know Ada, and I am sorry," he sighed. "I have struggled with this for many days, unable to see my way."
"And now you have decided that �tis best to share your problem with me?", Thranduil said, his eyes twinkling slightly. "I would like that, Legolas."
Unsure how exactly to proceed, the prince bit his lip. "�Twould be incorrect to call it a problem, Ada," he began. "At least, �tis not a problem for me."
"But you fear it may be a problem in my eyes," Thranduil returned, looking intently at his son. "Am I that frightening, pen neth?"
Legolas shook his head firmly, holding the king�s gaze. "Nay, Ada, not frightening. But I love you dearly, and your esteem is important to me. I would not risk losing it without great cause."
"And this event is sufficient cause, ionen?", Thranduil asked quietly, his face sober.
The prince was still for a moment, then nodded. "Aye, it is, indeed. �Tis sufficient cause to take the risk. Or any other risk, Ada."
The king smiled suddenly, and reached for his son�s hand, gripping it tightly. "Then we will work it out, hmm? For I am loath to lose your esteem, also."
Somewhat heartened, Legolas took a deep breath, and began. "I have not told you of all that happened in Imladris. �Twas more than a pleasant holiday, h�ren . I�I have left the larger part of my heart there, Ada."
"In whose care, ionen?", Thranduil asked kindly, touching the gleaming mithril cuff. "I assume �tis one of the sons of Elrond?"
Legolas swallowed hard, then met his father�s questioning gaze frankly. "Nay, Ada, �tis not one of Lord Elrond�s sons," he replied honestly, searching the king�s face for understanding.
Thranduil looked puzzled, his brow wrinkling. "But the cuff, ionen�surely no other would dare�"
Reaching out to lay a hand on his father�s shoulder, Legolas repeated, "�Tis not one of Elrond�s sons, Ada��tis�"
Realization dawning, the king�s eyes widened suddenly, his voice rising at least an octave, as he broke in, "��tis both! For the love of Elbereth, Legolas, what are you thinking? You are bedding both the Peredhil gwan�n?"
Wincing at the language, the prince agreed cautiously. "Aye, but �tis more than a simple tumble, Ada. I love them�"
Holding up a hand, the king closed his eyes for a moment. His voice nearer its normal rich timbre, he asked, "Does Elrond know?" When Legolas nodded, Thranduil rolled his eyes, muttering unflattering remarks in which �secretive, devil-spawning Noldo� figured prominently.
Regaining control, the king turned more calmly to his son. "But how do they feel about sharing? There is but one of you, ionen, and I would not have you torn in half, literally or in spirit. And it would pain me to see the gwan�n turn on one another."
Uncertain how much detail his father needed- or wanted- Legolas chose his words carefully. "�Tis no danger of that, Ada. Elladan and Elrohir share one faer��tis as one soul that they love me, not as rivals. To them it is not a matter of sharing. There are only two souls involved."
"Two souls, mayhap, but three bodies, Legolas," Thranduil returned. "How can such an arrangement survive?" The corners of his mouth curling slightly, he queried, "Will you keep a bed calendar?"
Surprised by the unexpected teasing, the prince found himself grinning at the idea. �I will have to suggest that when they arrive,� he thought, suppressing a snicker. Turning his attention firmly back to his father, Legolas looked at the king appraisingly before speaking. "I am not sure how much you want to know, Ada. Surely �tis an uncomfortable subject for you."
"What �tis an uncomfortable subject, pen neth?", Thranduil asked with a small smile. "My son�s bed-play?" His cheeks flushing slightly, Legolas nodded. The king shook his head, his face kind. "Nay, ionen, �tis not too uncomfortable." Smiling at the prince�s reddened face, he went on, "Though if the memories cause you to color like that, I want no details, thank you all the same."
Grappling for a way to explain the triad without creating explicit mental imagery, Legolas sat silently for a long moment, then drew a deep breath. "We need ready no guest rooms for their stay, Ada."
"But surely we must provide a second bed chamber. I cannot have Elrond�s sons sleeping by turn on the floor," Thranduil replied, his hosting skills engaged. " A chamber near yours, of course. There is that nice one just below�"
"Ada," the prince broke in firmly, securing the king�s attention. When his father raised a questioning eyebrow, he said gently, "We have no need of a second chamber, Ada. Nor a second bed. Mine is quite sufficiently large. And all that is needed."
Thranduil stared at his son for what seemed an eternity, and opened his mouth to speak. Then closed it again. After several attempts, he managed what he knew was a singularly inadequate response. "Ai!"
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Elvish Translations:
ionen - my son

Ada, Adar - Dad, Father

pen neth - young one

h�ren - my lord

gwan�n - twins

faer - spirit, soul

Ai! - Oh!
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