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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 5

Legolas hurried toward the public bathing pools, too distraught at his argument with Elrohir to ponder the sudden �inner voice�. There was always the chance the younger twin had returned to his own rooms to bathe, but he had headed toward the waterfalls, and the small collection of pools preferred by the Imladrian warriors.
Reaching the rough-hewn structure that protected the pools, the woodland prince feared he had mistaken the other�s aim, for there was no sound save the gentle fall of water in the rinsing room.
As he looked around the dim disrobing chamber, however, he saw with relief that Elrohir�s dusty garments were hanging on one of the wall hooks.
Stripping off his own soiled clothing, he stepped into the second room of the baths, where water poured briskly from several high troughs, allowing the bather to rinse off the dust before entering the pools. As he stood under the streaming water, Legolas tried to gather courage to face Elrohir. Remembering how he had lashed out at the elf-knight, the prince cringed inwardly.
Never before had he used �Peredhel� as an insult�just as the Noldor-descended twins had never called him �wood-elf�, except with affection. To have stooped to such a remark�it wrung his heart, and he feared the mistake unforgivable. Consciously steadying himself, he twisted the water from his hair and entered the main bathing chamber.
On first glance, the pools seemed empty, but then the prince�s acute hearing caught a soft sigh, coming from one of the smaller, warmer pools that was partially hidden by rock formations.
Stepping quietly, he rounded the stone barrier and stopped.
The elf-knight sat against the side of the chest-deep pool, arms extended along the rocky edge. His head was back, eyes closed as though resting, but it was plain he was not at peace. His face was tension-filled, and he flexed and opened his hands, as though seeking to loosen knotted muscles.
"�Roh?", Legolas spoke softly, hoping not to startle the distressed elf. When he received no answer, he spoke again, louder, "Elrohir?".
There was no surprise in the voice that finally replied. "Aye."
"I�will�may I join you? ", the woodland prince stuttered out.
Silver-grey eyes, glazed as those of a wounded animal, were turned to him, "For what reason, h�ren ?", the younger twin countered quietly.
Only the shreds of his pride kept Legolas from crying outright. "Please, Elrohir, do not name me so. Will you not allow me to share your pool, to speak?"
Nodding wordlessly, the elf-knight closed his eyes once more.
Lowering himself into the warm, scented water, the prince was careful not to make physical contact with the other elf. Elrohir seemed like nothing so much as an injured wild thing, and Legolas was leery of touching him, lest he flee. Settling carefully in the pool, he drew a deep breath and said, "Forgive me, gwadoren. I let my anger rule my tongue. I am sorry."
As the seconds spun out in silence, Legolas� heart sunk even lower. When it became obvious that the elf-knight would not speak, the prince said softly, "Six hundred years. We have fought and drank and played together for six centuries, Elrohir. Can�"
"Aye, six centuries," the younger twin broke in, looking at Legolas with tears brimming in his silvery eyes. "Six hundred years, and you think me capable of forcing you? Of trying to? Do you know me so little, after that span of time? I hoped�dared think, that now�but it no longer matters�" Unable to hold back his tears any longer, the elf-knight turned his head swiftly away, and drew a ragged breath.
Shattered, the woodland prince could no longer restrain himself. Grasping Elrohir�s hand tightly, he cried, "But it does matter, it does�," before stopping to steady his voice. "Everything about you matters, rohir n�n," he continued, the oft-heard but never-used endearment slipping out easily. "Please, forgive me. I did not mean it. I know you would never, could never do anything so vile. Please, do not pull your heart away from me so."
The elf-knight looked at him intently, the smallest spark of light returning to the drowned grey eyes. "What did you call me?", he asked hesitantly.
Legolas looked blank for a moment, then flushed as he realized what he had done. "Rohir n�n. I am sorry. That is Elladan�s name for�"
"You may use it, if you wish. I rather like it, and I think �Dan will not mind," Elrohir interrupted with a slight smile.
So relieved was the golden prince by even the hint of a smile on the others countenance, tears began to flow freely down his own face.
The elf-knight reacted with alarm. "Do not weep so, �Las. I can not bear it. Everything will be right. I am no longer distressed, and I am ashamed to have treated you so." Frowning with concern, he pulled Legolas into his arms, murmuring as though he were comforting an elfling. "Do not cry, pen vain, please."
"Valar, �Roh, I am so sorry," the prince sobbed out, his face buried in the others neck. "The things I said�how I hurt you�I felt as though my heart had been ripped out when you walked away."
"�Tis fine, gwadoren," Elrohir soothed. "Mayhap I was a bit overbearing. I did not think of onlookers." He grinned sheepishly, "Sometimes I need a reining hand."
Legolas snickered softly. "Aye, sometimes you do," he joked, before continuing seriously. "I am fair frightened by this new wrinkle in our relationship, rohir n�n. Sometimes, I just want my friends back."
Elrohir glowed with pleasure at the prince�s use of the endearment. "Your friends have not gone, anor n�n. We will always be here. Can we not be both friends and lovers?"
"I am not sure," Legolas answered honestly. "I have had friends that I bedded, some of them frequently, but this is not the same, I feel."
"Nay, I do not feel that it is, ernilen," the elf-knight replied, pushing back the damp golden hair to nuzzle an ear, "And I think we will let it be there, lest we find ourselves distressed again."
"Aye, I do not wish to be distressed again this day," the woodland prince said sweetly. "I wish to be loved�if you are still in the mood for wood-elf, that is?"
Grinning widely, Elrohir replied, "I am nearly always in the mood for wood-elf, mellonen." Turning Legolas astride his lap, the elf-knight tangled his hands in the sun-gold locks and brought their lips together, gently urging the other�s mouth open, sliding his tongue into the welcoming warmth.
As the kiss deepened- tongues dancing urgently together, teeth nipping- the prince let out a low growl and grabbed a handful of ebony-dark hair, pulling back the elf-knight�s head, exposing his pale throat to easy attack. Suckling and nipping, he covered the warrior�s neck with red marks, finally latching on to create a magnificent red-purple bruise in the hollow of his throat.
"Barbarian," Elrohir groaned, in delicious pain as Legolas nipped the tender spot over and over.

Grasping the ivory hips firmly, he pulled the archer up tight against his chest, their straining members sliding together divinely in the warm water.
"Ohhh�that is nice�very nice indeed," the prince purred, rocking his hips against the elf-knight. Leaning out slightly, he slid his hand down to grasp the mithril ring that pierced Elrohir�s right nipple. Tugging gently, he smirked when warrior gasped, losing his grip on the rocking hips.
Free to move, Legolas slid down quickly and took the ring in his mouth, pulling with his teeth before releasing it to suckle the other nipple, garnering a helpless moan from his victim. Pulling away, he cooed, "Raise up a bit, �Roh."
"Why?", the other gasped out, even as he obeyed, pulling himself up on his elbows at the pool edge.
"Because I do not wish to drown, silly elf," the golden prince said with an evil grin, rising to his knees. Supporting the floating hips with his arms, he bent his head and languidly drew his tongue up the underside of Elrohir�s throbbing length, then took the engorged tip in his mouth and sucked softly.
"Oh, Elbereth�that feels good�," the elf knight panted, trying vainly to thrust upward into the slippery warmth. Raising his head, he stared open mouthed at the picture before him. Hair like sunlit gold fell across his abdomen and thighs, the drenched ends moving to and fro with the water. Even as he watched breathlessly, the cat-like tongue licked him from base to tip, lapping at the weeping slit before soft lips covered the sensitive head, teasing with gentle suction. Emerald eyes, warm and shining, met his for an instant, then fell away as the sweet torture continued.
Letting his head fall back, Elrohir drew a long shuddering breath that ended in a keening wail as Legolas suddenly closed his lips over the warrior�s aching member and swallowed, caressing the length with his tongue and throat. "Ai! Oh, gods�wait�not like this�," Elrohir gasped hoarsely, "Please�wait�".
Relenting, the woodland prince reluctantly let go of his captive�s hips, allowing the elf-knight to settle back into the water. "And what do you have in mind, hmm?", Legolas murmured against the other�s lips, nipping gently. "How, if not like this?"
In answer, Elrohir stood fluidly and reached out a hand to pull the golden prince to his feet, leading him out of the pool to the drying room. Spreading his bath blanket on the soft mossy ground, the elf-knight lowered himself gracefully, gently forcing Legolas down with him. "Like this," the warrior whispered, licking and nibbling at an already-pink ear. "I would see you, and taste you," he breathed, nuzzling the prince�s ivory throat.
Legolas gasped as his lover bit down firmly, marking his neck, before trailing warm lips down to his chest. Inky-black hair, soft as silk, slid teasingly over his skin as the mouth trailed lower, finally taking in one golden ring, peaking the nipple and sending delicious chills running over his body. "Oh, gods�" he groaned, "Oh�oh..yes�", as the teasing lips went to the other side, suckling and caressing.
Nibbling and licking, the elf-knight made his way down the flat stomach, burying his tongue in the tempting navel before licking his way to the weeping, peachy-pink member. The woodland prince whimpered wordlessly when Elrohir closed his mouth around the swollen head, swirling his tongue lightly over the slit. Slowly he took the turgid length into his mouth and began to move, sliding his lips up and down the aching flesh, again and again.
Legolas panted helplessly, unable to thrust, his hips held securely in strong hands. "Oh, Valar�too much�please, rohir n�n�please�," he pleaded, grasping the ebony hair in both hands.
Pulling himself up, Elrohir looked into the gold-flecked emerald eyes, then placed two fingers against the prince�s lips. "May I?", he queried softly, watching the other�s expression closely.
Legolas silently took the fingers into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around them sensuously. Closing his eyes with a groan, the elf-knight removed his wet fingers from the teasing tongue, using them to lightly stroke the prince�s tight opening. Capturing the archer�s mouth in a searching kiss, he slid first one, then both fingers into the puckered entrance, scissoring gently.
Adding another finger, he pressed in harder, suddenly finding the spot he was seeking, causing the prince to writhe beneath him. "Yes�there�oh, gods�take me�please..." , Legolas whimpered incoherently, pulling his legs up, spreading them wide.
Almost undone himself by the archer�s state, Elrohir moved between the eagerly spread thighs, positioning his dripping length at the relaxed opening. With a fluid thrust he entered the velvety heat, and strong legs immediately went around his waist, pulling him deeper still.
Struggling desperately for control, the elf-knight remained still for a moment, his breath coming in gasps. "Sweet Eru�now�move�", Legolas growled, squeezing his legs tightly around the warrior�s waist.
With a deep groan, Elrohir gave in, thrusting hard into the silken warmth. "Oh..yes..," he breathed, "You feel so good�". Speeding up rapidly, pounding into the willing body beneath him, he supported himself on one arm, then reached down and took the prince�s engorged, slick length in his hand and began stroking firmly, matching the rhythm of his own thrusts.
Legolas gasped wildly, shuddering. "I am going to come�," he panted, tossing his golden head from side to side. "Oh, gods��Roh�going to come�".
"Come, then pen vain," the elf-knight panted, "Spill for me�let me see you�".
With a feral howl, Legolas arched his back into a perfect bow, his shimmering seed splattering them both. Elrohir shouted hoarsely and thrust deep into the ivory body, the strong spasms milking his orgasm from him. Falling forward on the prince, he nuzzled the flushed face, nibbling at the swollen lips, before reluctantly withdrawing his softening member.
After their breathing had returned to normal, another bath was needed, so it was late afternoon before the two were read to leave the bathing house.
Prepared to wear his dusty clothes again, Legolas was surprised to find clean clothing hanging on his hook, and his soiled garb nowhere to be seen. Slipping into the light leggings and shirt, he pondered their appearance, looking at Elrohir questioningly, as the warrior also had clean garments.
The elf-knight smiled softly, and answered the unspoken question. "�Dan brought them while we were in the pools, I wager. We will owe him heavily this night, �Las."

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Elvish Translations:
peredhel - half elf

h�ren - my lord

gwadoren - my sworn brother

rohir n�n - my knight

pen vain - beautiful one

anor n�n - my sun

ernilen - my prince

mellonen - my friend
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