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Princes Three: Any Shelter	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10324 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Author's Note: I want to announce up front that the Thranduil/Erestor/Glorfindel triad is not in this chapter.
**ducks flying fruit and vegetables**

It is Elrohir's fault.
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Chapter 5
Elladan slammed his fist against the ground, fighting to hold back a howl as he was unceremoniously sheathed in velvet heat. Though not by nature prudish, the elder twin found his attention torn between the sounds of activity beyond the unsecured tent entrance and the almost painful tightness of his lover�s unprepared passage. �Wait, �Las,� he gasped, gripping the prince�s hips in a vain attempt to still them. �You will injure yourself. And the door flap is not lashed.�
Pushing the restraining hands away impatiently, Legolas leaned forward, his fingers splayed across the dark elf�s chest, nails scraping at pebbled nipples. �None will dare disturb us, melethron,� he purred, nipping sharply at Elladan�s jaw before pushing himself upright once more. �The noise alone will discourage intruders.� Without waiting for a reply, the woodland prince lifted his hips and quickly sank back onto the piercing length with an unstifled groan, a faint grimace crossing his face.
�Please, anor n�n,� Elladan managed, bucking up in spite of himself as his partner�s movements became more rhythmic. �Let me . . . �
�Hush, �Dan,� Legolas ordered, his hand covering the elder twin�s mouth firmly. �There is naught you can do, lest you wish to bind me against my will, so you may as well stop protesting, and enjoy.�
Meeting the dilated emerald eyes searchingly, Elladan nodded and allowed his arms to fall back to the blankets, forcing aside his own unease at the other�s fey mood.
�Very good,� the golden elf crooned, a triumphant smile spreading as he bent to capture his lover�s mouth in a fiery kiss, tugging and nipping at the already bruised and swollen lips. �I want no tenderness, maethoren vain,� he breathed, lapping at the tiny spot of blood that gleamed on Elladan�s lip. �I want to forget.�
For a time the elder twin struggled to remain quiet, trying to calm and soothe his near-frantic lover. In the end, his awareness of the world outside fell to the desperate hunger of the woodland prince, and he made no attempt to stifle the shout that burst forth as hot fluid dappled his chest and strong spasms drew him to the brink of release.
A moment later Elladan�s eyes flew open in disbelief, his climax abruptly halted by a painfully tight squeezing at the base of his aching erection. �What in all of Arda do you think you are doing?� he growled, staring at his still-shuddering lover.
�I am not yet finished,� the prince panted, arching his back as he lowered himself again, never loosing his grip on the dark elf�s shaft. �Not yet . . . �
�Then take it up with �Roh,� Elladan said, his eyes flashing dangerously, though his voice remained deceptively soft. �Because I am quite finished. Or I will be in a moment. Let go.�
The golden elf hesitated, his eyes narrowed as though considering his lover�s resolve.
�Let go, Legolas,� the elder twin hissed, his fingers tightening painfully on the wood-elf�s arms.
The building anger behind the command finally penetrated the prince�s haze, and he relaxed his hand, letting go a keening wail as he was breached by two savage thrusts before a rough groan signaled Elladan�s release.
Collapsing bonelessly on top of his lover, Legolas buried his face in the dark elf�s neck for a long moment before raising his head to meet clouded grey eyes. ��Twas not so bad, was it, melethron?�
Holding the prince�s gaze, Elladan answered quietly, �If you would have the truth, I usually prefer to remove my leggings.�
Looking down in surprise, the prince noted his lover�s lowered leggings with a chuckle. "Let me help you with those,� he said, removing the offending breeches before pulling a blanket up to cover their damp bodies. �I was in something of a hurry, it would seem.�
�Aye, it would seem that you were,� Elladan replied without inflection, making no effort to cradle the body that curled tightly against his.
Settling his head on the nearest shoulder, Legolas pressed a drowsy kiss to the pale skin beneath his lips, sliding immediately into an exhausted sleep.
Elladan was still for a moment, then sighed, brushing back a twist of tangled golden hair before carefully turning to his side and pulling the limp form closer. �Posto mae,� he whispered against the prince�s flushed forehead.
When Elrohir entered the darkened tent, the elder twin was still idly stroking the silken strands, seemingly oblivious to his brother�s arrival. �I see you started without me,� the elf knight teased quietly, stripping off his own tunic. Catching sight of the tangled pile of clothing that littered the ground, he added, �And neglected to replace your leggings.�
�I will dress ere I go to sleep,� Elladan answered, his tone causing the younger twin to frown in concern.
�What is amiss, t�ren? � Elrohir probed, dropping to the ground beside his brother. �Is �Las not . . . � Catching a glimpse of his twin�s bruised throat, the elf-knight grasped Elladan�s chin, forcing his face into the dim light. �Sweet Eru, �Dan!� he breathed, taking in the scratched and swollen mouth, and the liberal spattering of abrasions that marked the pale jaw. �What happened?�
Sensing his brother�s discomfort through their bond, the younger twin stiffened suddenly, his eyes hard and fell. �Did you . . . He did not . . . Did he hurt you?� Elrohir demanded hoarsely, his hand already moving toward the sleeping prince.
Catching his brother�s wrist, Elladan shook his head. ��Tis still �Las we are speaking of, t�ren,� he reminded his twin. �He meant no harm.�
�His intention comforts me little, and you less, I wager,� the elf knight retorted acidly, though some of the tension left his face. �I will cleanse those scrapes for you, el n�n,� he said, rising to rummage in the packed supply of herbs and elixirs.
The elder twin closed his eyes, allowing the gentle touch to soothe his spirit even as it eased the sting of his broken skin. When the light contact ceased, he raised his eyes to meet Elrohir�s worried grey gaze.
�Do not concern yourself with your clothing. The guard is plentiful, and the enemy vanquished,� the elf knight murmured, running his fingers through the rumpled raven locks. �Is there naught else I can do, melethen?�
Licking his tender lips carefully, Elladan hesitated briefly. �Will you hold me, �Roh? Just for a moment?�
�For always, t�ren, � Elrohir replied, stretching out and wrapping his brother in a snug embrace.
For always.

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Legolas woke reluctantly, with a nagging sense that something was not quite as it should be. Taking a careful inventory, he identified the problem almost at once.
The air was unseasonably cool, and his back was cold.

The prince reached instinctively for the warm body that should have been behind him, but encountered only fur-covered ground. Sitting up in surprise, he regarded his lovers with a rising sense of unease.
Elrohir lay close behind his brother, his face buried in the still-mottled throat, his arms wrapped protectively around his twin�s body. Legolas carefully lifted Elladan�s hair away from his face, swallowing a guilt-laden oath as he took in the healing scrapes and fading bruises. His hand moving impulsively to smooth the tousled ebony strands, the woodland prince froze motionless as a single harsh word echoed in his thoughts.
Nay.
Legolas raised his head to meet the elf-knight�s cold grey gaze, flinching as though slapped when the scathing voice continued.
You have done enough.
Disentangling himself cautiously, Elrohir stroked his brother�s hair until the elder twin settled back into a drowsy reverie. Then the elf knight rose and pulled on his tunic, only speaking when he turned to go, his words curt and commanding. �Get dressed. We will talk outside.�
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Elrohir prowled restlessly around the quiet camp, nodding wordlessly to the guards who manned the watch fires. When he saw Legolas emerge from the tent, the elf knight waited for a moment then turned and headed up the path, toward the relative privacy of the bathing pools.
Hurrying after his obviously disgruntled lover, Legolas tried frantically to formulate an adequate response to the tirade he felt certain was coming. He failed spectacularly.
Elrohir stopped suddenly, just short of the lower pool, and met the prince�s wary gaze with apparent calm. �Would you care to explain what you did to him?�
Desperate to break the tension that threatened to steal his very breath, and reassured somewhat by the younger twin�s quiet manner, Legolas teased weakly, �Surely you are not jealous, �Roh. You were nowhere to be found.�
Both ebony eyebrows arched sharply as Elrohir regarded the prince in disbelief. �Jealous?� he spat out in amazement. �I am not jealous, wood-elf, I am as angry with you as I have ever been with anyone whose life I value.�
�I was joking,� the golden elf said defensively. �I did not really . . . �
��Tis not a matter for mirth, Legolas,� the elf knight retorted tersely. ��Dan looks as though he has been mauled. I have seen fewer marks on those taken by force.� Pinning the other with a furious glare he added, �And you are untouched, ernilen.�
Staring at Elrohir in horror, the prince snapped heatedly, �He had no complaints.�
�Are you sure, Thranduilion? Did he make no protest, or did you choose not to hear?�
�I...I...he did not . . . � the woodland prince began, the planned rebuttal trickling into silence as his own words came back to accuse him. �...There is naught you can do, lest you wish to bind me against my will, so you may as well stop protesting, and enjoy . . . �
�I meant no harm,� Legolas finished lamely.
�I do not doubt that,� Elrohir replied, his voice a shade less hard. �Yet harm was done.�
Drawing a deep breath, the younger twin said, �I remember a time when you accused me of seeking to use you for my own pleasure, without any regard for your desires.�
�Aye, I remember,� the golden elf agreed quietly. �I was hurt.�
��Dan is hurt, also,� Elrohir stated flatly. �He would have done anything you asked to ease your pain, Legolas- but you did not ask. You used him like a common whore. As though he was nothing more to you than a conveniently hard body.�
As Legolas started to protest, he was silenced by an upraised hand. �It may have not been your intention, but that is what happened nonetheless. And though �Dan may tell himself that you were grieving, that you meant no harm, it hurts still.�
The woodland prince was silent for a long moment before answering morosely. �He tried to calm me, to hold me, but I would have none of it.� Shivering, Legolas met the elf knight�s frosty gaze. �I do not know what to say to make it right.�
Though Elrohir�s face remained stern, a hint of warmth reached his eyes for the first time since rising. �I believe �I am sorry, melethen,� would be a good beginning.�

TBC . . .

Elvish translations:
melethron - lover (male)

anor n�n - my sun

maethoren vain - my beautiful warrior

Posto mae - sleep well

t�ren - my brother

el n�n - my star

melethen - my love

ernilen - my prince
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