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Author's Note: Thranduil has a favourite fantasy about Elrond and Legolas, only it takes a slightly different turn this time. Warning for incest (like you didn't guess). Oh, and some swearing. I really have to stop that, but I don't swear in the main fic, and I'm afraid it comes out in these little bits. I've really got to start coming to terms with writing Tolkien fic again, instead of something more comtemporary.

This chapter was written for The_CL, and you should all go read her stories... as soon as you've read this one. Those of you who like the dark stuff should check out her 'Backdoor Politics' story. It's very good!

Pen Maelui

For once, Thranduil was alone on his bed, naked. He was not accustomed to this. Even through the long years of loneliness, there were those who were only too happy to serve their King, however he wanted. Often, he would have a lover in his bed to keep him warm, sometimes two. For this night, though, he intended to dream about something in particular.

Without any intention to create a display, he covered his hand in oil and set to stroking himself, stretching out over all of the available space of his bed, relishing it, his free hand clutching at one of the pillows behind his head as he arched up deliberately and sighed to get himself in the mood. Of course, it didn't escape his attention that if someone were watching, they'd probably find it quite tantalising to watch.

King Thranduil closed his eyes and eased into the daydream. This was a favourite fantasy, the three of them: he and Legolas sharing Elrond until the Lord of Imladris forgot to protest against it. Or at least until his mouth was kept so busy he didn't have the opportunity. Thranduil lost himself in the idea, and his hand moved slowly over his erection...

Thranduil held Legolas still, one hand around the back of his neck, the other holding his son's knee over his own hip to make it easy for Elrond to claim him from behind. Legolas was trapped between the two of them, and while Thranduil could not see it, he could feel when Elrond penetrated Legolas nevertheless. Legolas' body tensed, then relaxed, his eyelashes fluttered closed and he moaned softly.

“How does he feel, ion nín?” Thranduil asked wickedly, hungry for the description of it, feeling Legolas' erection pressing against his hip. His son loved this too. Thranduil felt a sense of victory, and stared into Elrond's eyes.

Legolas moaned again, and his arms wrapped around Thranduil's neck. “Ada,” he said on an exhale of breath, tilting his head back against Elrond's shoulder. Thranduil and Elrond continued to look at each other, yet Thranduil was not ignorant of the sight of Legolas, so invitingly displayed before him.

Thranduil gasped and stopped, frowning. This was not usually a part of his fantasy! Legolas. And yet... he was very beautiful. He looked much like Thranduil's Ada, but there was something of his mother about him too. Thranduil raised an eyebrow and sighed. He was alone, with his own thoughts, and it didn't matter what he thought about. No one need ever know but him. Relaxing again, having justified it to himself, he continued to move his hand, and this time the fantasy was even better...

As Thranduil covered Legolas' lips with his own, he had the thought that Legolas was completely irresistible. Though of course he also knew that by sharing Elrond, they had already been making love to each other. This... well, this was just a natural next step as far as Thranduil was concerned. For a few moments everything seemed to stop. Legolas was shocked, he could feel that, so much so that he allowed Thranduil to kiss him deeply, giving only a small, muffled sound of protest as he felt his father's tongue moving sinfully into his mouth.

Legolas tasted familiar, something of Eryn Galen about him, perhaps. His silver hair was so like Thranduil's own, but not identical. There was so much of his mother in him that Thranduil wondered if he searched for her in the forbidden touch of their own son. Or maybe Legolas reminded him of his own father, Oropher. They did look so much alike. Then again, perhaps the taste of Legolas was merely like kissing himself, except that Thranduil was quite sure he'd never been so passive during a kiss.

Elrond had stopped too, but then Thranduil felt Legolas' body jerk in his grip. Once. Twice. Then rhythmically again. Clearly, Elrond couldn't help continuing to fuck him, and Thranduil truly wondered what Elrond felt at these moments. He knew how severely Elrond disapproved of all this, even though he had said he would do it. It was gratifying to find Elrond told the truth, but then he often did. So, he would not refuse either of them. Thranduil smirked against his son's lips, and wondered if Elrond was telling himself that right now, while he continued to take what he wanted.

But how did it feel? That is what Thranduil wondered now. Legolas finally began to kiss him back, and that was when Thranduil stopped, pulling back to observe the effect on Legolas.

If the truth be told he'd had the thought of this many times when they had Elrond together. The reality was every bit as wondrous as his fantasies. Legolas looked utterly lost and forlorn between the two of them, his eyes still closed as he moaned.

“Imagine it was me, inside you, Legolas.” He paused for Elrond to give him a couple of slow thrusts. “Would you like that?”

“Ada!” Legolas cried out as Elrond thrust into him again.

At this proof of desire, Thranduil turned his attention to Elrond, who was gracing him with a look of sheer disapproval mixed with helpless lust. It was a good look on him. A look Thranduil intended to inspire often. But he wanted to know. “How does he feel, lass nín? Tell me.”

“Thranduil,” Elrond said, his lips pressing tightly together as if he refused to say anything more, but then he groaned in pleasure as Thranduil pressed fingers into Legolas' mouth, feeling him suckle on them obediently. “He feels so tight. He is excited by you.” Elrond's movements speeded up a little, and Thranduil could feel himself smirk. This was too perfect! “I can't help it,” Elrond groaned in dismay and need. “Valar, I can't help it! Legolas!”

Thranduil returned to kissing Legolas again, this time getting an eager response that pleased him. Legolas was completely overwhelmed between them, Thranduil knew it. Almost completely out of his mind, so it was not difficult to convince him. Not at all, and by now Thranduil longed to feel himself deep in Legolas, making him moan, making him beg for more. He imagined Legolas still calling him 'Ada' while they fucked, and the thought only made him want it even more.

“Imagine it, ion nín,” he murmured between kisses, moving against Legolas so his son would feel how hard he was, how much he wanted it. “You want it,” he said, wrapping a hand around his son's erection, working it skilfully. “You want your Ada's cock, don't you?” Legolas tangled hands in his hair, crushing their lips together, maybe to stop Thranduil from speaking.

“We would shock Elrond, Legolas,” he said when Legolas paused for breath, trembling in lust. “Lass nín,” he said then, smirking. “You are both that.”

Legolas giggled then, mischievous, his fair laughter punctuated by deeper sounds as Elrond still fucked him. “Have me, then,” Legolas said, giving in all at once, eager, but then frowned because he couldn't move, still trapped between them, and Elrond did not seem all that willing to let him go.

The impasse lasted until Legolas struggled. “Elrond, let me go,” he said, and he was not playing. Thranduil watched with amusement as Elrond sighed and withdrew, unsatisfied. Who could resist doing what Legolas wanted? No one. Least of all the Lord of Imladris.

Happy again, Legolas turned in their arms and embraced Elrond, kissing him as Thranduil realised he had exactly what he wanted. Looking down, he used his hands to spread Legolas to his eyes, seeing his entrance slightly reddened. Elrond had been using him well. Just that sight alone made Thranduil's desire burn more brightly.

Since Thranduil had nothing in mind but pleasure, he stretched back with his hand for the oil and covered himself with it liberally. He would not hurt Legolas for all the world. Still, he would fuck him. His eyes narrowed as he guided himself inside, watching, seeing it as he breached Legolas. Feeling that ring of muscle, so tight, flutter for him as he pushed inside a little.

“Ai! Ada!” Legolas cried out, and Thranduil had to use a considerable amount of his own will to stop. He could not seem to tear his gaze away from where they were joined. Could not think about anything for a moment except the feel of Legolas' passage around him, so warm, so close, pulsing like a heartbeat.

“Legolas,” he managed, his voice rasping with sheer lust, uncertain if he could stop now even if Legolas wanted him to, longing to take his son all the way.

“More, Ada,” Legolas breathed. “Please!”

With a groan of satisfaction, Thranduil obliged him, watching as he sank all the way inside, until their bodies were pressed flush together, Legolas' moan lowering further in pitch all the while until it was a growl by the end of Thranduil's slow movement. There he stopped, and Legolas' body arched and stretched against him, so that he could feel it below. One of Legolas' forearms hooked around the back of his neck, and Legolas laid his head on Thrandul's shoulder, eyes closed, smiling.

“You feel good, Ada,” he said. “You feel right.” Hearing that, Thranduil switched his gaze to Elrond, quietly victorious. Elrond looked at them both in shock, his hand splayed over Legolas chest. He licked his lips before speaking.

“Stop this, Thranduil. It is not fair. He is helpless between the two of us. Tell me you see that.”

Thranduil sighed, and wrapped his arms around Legolas' waist, giving him a couple of pleasurable jolts that made his entire body jerk. Legolas made a noise of sheer bliss, and Thranduil dipped his head to kiss his son's shoulder before replying to Elrond.

“What I see is you, beginning with the refusals you swore to me you could not give. Legolas needs you, Elrond.” Thranduil grinned and moved his hips again, more sharply, making Legolas gasp and his eyes flew open. “Don't you, ion nín? Don't you need Elrond to hold you steady for me while I claim you?”

Legolas drew in a sharp breath. “Yes... I need...” he managed, clearly struggling to form words. Thranduil smirked, then remained still for a moment so that he could speak. “I need you to touch me, Elrond. I need your hand, or your mouth. Ai, Valar, anything, but do not leave me!”

Thranduil watched with happy glee as Elrond closed his eyes, and then moved closer to Legolas again, his hand reaching down to caress him as Thranduil resumed taking him slowly, fluidly. Legolas moaned between them like he was made for it. Shaking as if he might fall to pieces. He cried out “Ada!” and “Elrond!” over and over, alternating between the two of them as if in panic.

Elrond seemed to understand though, and he soothed Legolas somewhat, giving him gentle kisses that were less deep, more loving, so that Legolas seemed to come around a little. He whispered words to Legolas that Thranduil couldn't hear, but whatever they were they made Legolas clench around him so beautifully that Thranduil himself lost his way at times.

Then, directed by the two of them, Thranduil turned onto his back, Legolas moving with him, only to sit with Thranduil buried deep, facing away from him. Thranduil put his hands to the back of Legolas' waist, planning to encourage him to ride, perhaps. So he didn't immediately notice Elrond had moved to kneel near his feet, right in front of Legolas.

When he saw Elrond's forearms under Legolas' knees, he held his breath, seeing his arms move further forward, until he held Legolas in a close embrace, probably nearly inescapable. Elrond and Legolas kissed briefly, then Elrond paused to whisper something, before turning his gaze to Thranduil.

Thranduil saw the muscles in Elrond's arms and shoulders bulge as he lifted Legolas like that, so slightly, just enough, then lowered him back down, praising him in whispers as he whimpered. Thranduil bit his lip hard at the sensation of it as Elrond continued, encouraging Legolas with soft words as he did all the work. As he used Legolas like some kind of living toy on him. Thranduil stared into Elrond's eyes, and it was as if he'd woken up the dominant side to him. No refusals. At last Thranduil understood. He didn't merely intend to be passive. No refusal meant full participation.

Thranduil groaned and lie back on the bed to escape the look in Elrond's eyes. But that just made him aware of the feel of Legolas' body, moving up and down on him slowly, regularly, squeezing around him beautifully. He just couldn't forget that Legolas was not doing it. It was all Elrond, having them both.

Legolas was still whimpering, sounding helpless, occasionally he cried out Elrond's name, his body tightening, but was soothed and made easy by those same whispers. For Thranduil's pleasure. It was too much!

Thranduil surged up into a sitting position, prepared to remonstrate with Elrond, but then could not when Elrond immediately gave Legolas to him, moving down on the bed at their feet and taking a long leisurely breath before sucking Legolas into his mouth slowly like candy. Legolas gasped, his hands in Elrond's hair. Thranduil smiled then, knowing what Elrond had been promising Legolas in those quiet whispers. So perfect.

Thranduil slid his palms down the front of Legolas' thighs and moved a little, pushing Legolas deeper into Elrond at the same time. Legolas swayed forward, then back, his breath escaping him in a sound that made Thranduil smile. After a few more of those movements, Legolas moved his hands from Elrond's hair, and reached back to grip Thranduil's hips, his fingers sinking so deep his nails would leave marks.

“Ada!” he gasped. “Help me. I can't hold on!” Thranduil only laughed and gave him another, exhilarated by the way Legolas' body was drawing on him. He felt himself close to resolution, the tension in him curling up, centring.

“It is all right, ion nín,” he said, his voice wavering a little. “I think Elrond wants you to give it to him.”

At those words, Legolas hummed desperately, and then his body stilled for an instant in orgasm. True to what Thranduil had said, Elrond remained where he was, taking it all until Legolas was done. Legolas just watched, seemingly entranced, and then Thranduil could not hold back, the sweet clenching making him hold Legolas still and close for it.

On his bed, alone, Thranduil groaned and climaxed, his hand moving as he teased it out of himself, then relaxed. He remained aware enough to wipe his issue away with a soft cloth, and then let himself drift into reverie. But the fantasy continued on into his dreams...

When it was done, Thranduil relaxed, and one hand moved his son's hair out of the way as he kissed Legolas' shoulders, the back of his neck.

“Ada...” Legolas sighed, and Thranduil wondered if Legolas would regret now. “I love you,” he said. Thranduil felt like his heart might melt inside his chest, and he hugged Legolas tighter than ever.

“I love you, too, ion nín,” he said.

“But I can't breathe,” Legolas replied drily, having recovered somewhat and struggling in Thranduil's arms, quite effectively. Thranduil laughed and let him go, but Legolas shivered. Elrond was busy placing kisses all the way up his body. He looked up from this task momentarily, and grinned at Legolas, then his gaze flickered to Thranduil.

“Move aside, celebmîr nín,” he said, and Thranduil was again reminded forcefully of the more dominant Elrond that, so far, only he had known. He pulled out of Legolas and lay by the side of him as Elrond moved up over Legolas' body, pressing him back down on the bed. Thranduil had a good idea what was going to happen next and was content to watch.

Legolas, apparently, was quite overcome at seeing the intensity in Elrond, someone who to him had always been a teacher and a friend. He seemed almost afraid as Elrond slipped arms under his legs again, pulling his weight down the bed so he was in the perfect position.

“Elrond?” Legolas asked in a woebegone fashion, seeming to need reassurance. Thranduil's eyes flicked up, and it really was the Elrond who had dominated him over these past years. His breath stilled, and he couldn't speak, even though it wasn't him that Elrond stared at. Silently, he clutched Legolas' hand in an effort at solidarity.

“Hush, and be still, celebmîr neth nín,” Elrond said, calling Legolas that, and Thranduil didn't have to look to know that Elrond had sheathed himself in Legolas. The Lord of Imladris smiled a little. “So relaxed and stretched open. Wet and slippery with your Ada's seed. Pen maelui.”

Legolas closed his eyes and gasped over and over as Elrond took him for the second time. “What are you?” Elrond asked suddenly, and Legolas' eyes opened. Elrond thrust sharply, and Legolas moaned. Again. Then again. “Well?” Elrond asked on the next.

“Maelui! Maelui!” Legolas cried out, and Elrond smiled again, his movements easing.

“Yes, you are. So why don't you moan for me, pen maelui?” he asked, and made his movements slow and measured, Legolas crying out at every one, surely playing up to it. Thranduil laughed, rolling onto his back as Elrond effortlessly made Legolas cry out loudly, ask for more, then beg for it, then promise he'd always submit to the Lord of Imladris, that he'd always lust for it, that he'd dream of feeling Elrond inside him every night.

When they were all satisfied, Elrond included, they arranged themselves with Legolas between them. He yawned and fell into reverie, worn out by them both. But he was the younger, and their presence must have a more draining effect on him.

“Celebmîr neth nín?” Thranduil asked pointedly after a few minutes of silence. Elrond drew in a deep breath, contemplating.

“Well,” he said. “He is the younger generation. I'm afraid you're going to have to settle for Celebmîr nín.”

“Oh?” Thranduil countered, and had a very wicked thought. Obviously, he couldn't keep it to himself. “What name are you going to come up with for Ada then? Celebmîr iaur nín?”

Elrond frowned suddenly, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of there being three of them to contend with, and Thranduil laughed. Elrond threw a pillow at him, and Thranduil caught it. He thought he knew which one of them would be overwhelmed and named pen maelui in the end, and it wouldn't be Legolas.

finis

Author's Note: Well, I may not have been in time for CL, but that was great fun to write! I hope you all enjoyed it too! Please leave a comment, and I will reply here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/55964-pippychicks-lotr-fiction-review-responses/

Translations:

Ada – Father

pen maelui – lustful one

ion nín – my son

Celebmîr nín – my silver treasure

Celebmîr neth nín – my young silver treasure

Celebmîr iaur nín – my ancient silver treasure
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