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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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Interlude 2

The afternoon sun streamed onto the balcony, causing Elladan�s damp hair to gleam like purest obsidian as he leaned over the railing to see what helpful elf might be passing by below. Catching sight of Falowen, a young serving maid in the kitchens, he grinned broadly. She was the perfect choice to carry out his plan.
Calling softly, he managed to capture her attention, and the confused youngling looked up uncertainly. To her amazement, she saw one of the twin princes- covered in nothing but leggings and wet hair- beaming down on her. "H�ren?", she answered hesitantly, "Did you call?".
"Aye, I did Falowen. And my name is Elladan, please. Would you be headed to the kitchens now?", he asked, smiling kindly at her flushed face.
"Aye, Prince Elladan, I am. May I do some service for you, h�ren?", the startled servant replied, then blushed furiously when she realized how her question might be misconstrued. "Forgive me, ernilen, I meant�"
"I know what you meant. Do not distress yourself so, pen neth," Elladan said with a grin. "I can not bite you from up here. I would like you to deliver this note to your mistress. And tell her I want you to carry out the instructions personally. Will you do this for me, Falowen?"
"Aye, h�ren," the flustered maid answered, skillfully catching the dropped missive and hastening away, scarcely acknowledging Elladan�s thanks.
Chuckling, Elladan returned to the den and settled into his favorite oversized chair to await developments.
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"Come with me to our chambers, meldir, and we will have a drink with �Dan before time to dress," Elrohir coaxed. "You have ample time before dinner."
Legolas shook his head. "Nay, �Roh. I need a space of time to myself just now," he replied firmly, touching the elf-knight�s arm to soften his words. "Mayhap I will come by your rooms before the meal. If not, I will see you at table."
"�Las, is something still amiss?", Elrohir asked carefully. "I do not wish for any wounds to fester between us."
The golden prince smiled and replied, "All is as well as it can be, gwadoren. I have much to ponder, and this manner of thinking is best done alone."
Frowning reluctantly, the younger twin watched Legolas go, then turned toward his own chambers.
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Elladan looked up with a smile when Elrohir burst into their rooms. His face lightening at the sight of his twin, the elf-knight flung himself into the chair with his brother and snuggled tightly, relishing the warm feeling of wholeness that flowed around them. "Someone else has had a bath," he said softly, nuzzling the still-damp strands.
"Aye, I did. And I see you escaped," Elladan teased, "If not completely unscathed." Gently touching the bruise on Elrohir�s throat, he continued, "Did you kiss and make up, or did he try to throttle you?"
"I fear a kin-slaying may have crossed his mind, but we have resolved our problem, for the time at least," the younger twin said morosely. "Thank you for the clothes, melethen, " he went on more cheerfully, "though I fear their appearance served to disturb our prince even further."
"Will you tell me what happened, rohir n�n ?", Elladan asked gently. "Nothing was clear to me, only incredibly strong emotions."
"I am not exactly sure what happened," Elrohir began slowly. I was only playing�"
The older twin arched an eyebrow skeptically, and the elf-knight grimaced. "Mayhap I was not playing, but I meant no harm. He became so angry, so suddenly�and I, well, I returned the favor, and violence nearly erupted."
Elladan nodded thoughtfully. "I felt your pain, and your anger, t�ren. But there was something else - I think�I know that I felt something else. Not as strongly as I feel you, always, but definitely there. I am certain it was �Las, and I know not what to make of it. He was angry, aye, but more than that, confused. So very distressed."
Elrohir looked at his twin incredulously. "You mean you could reach him? Touch him with your thoughts?"
The elder twin shrugged. "I am not entirely sure, melethen. It was perplexing, because feelings were streaming from both sources, and I was taken by surprise. I got the impression that you were walking away, hurt, leaving him in anger, and he was unsure what to do. I tried to soothe him, to send him after you. Whether he heard or not, I do not know. In any case, he did not answer."
"But he did come after me," the elf-knight said quietly, burying his face in Elladan�s neck. "I am fair afraid he will not like this, �Dan. It will terrify him. He already regrets coming to our bed, I wager. He feels he has lost his friends."
Elladan wrapped his arms around his twin, stroking his hair soothingly. "I did not foresee this, rohir n�n . I know not what will come of it in the end. He is magnificent, and his spirit is strong, and good- but can he be �anor n�n� to both?"
"Aye, that is the problem," The younger twin replied. "Could any stand to be part of a bond that includes something he cannot have? We cannot draw him into our soul, into our twin-bond, no matter how strong our bond with him might become." Elrohir sighed heavily.

"It was only to be fun, for pleasure. We meant no harm to him, el n�n," he continued sadly, his voice muffled against Elladan�s throat.
"And he knows that," the elder twin reassured him. "�Twill be alright, melethen, I swear. We will make sure of it."
"He called me rohir n�n ," the elf-knight said suddenly. "I think he is sorry. He was afraid you would be angry."
"I think he does not understand our bond, and he fears harming it," Elladan said thoughtfully. "I am not angry, melethen. We will discuss it tomorrow. We have a lot to discuss tomorrow."

Then he continued with a grin, "As for tonight, there are two gorgeous elves deeply in my debt, and I intend to collect, with interest."
"I look forward to paying my part of the debt, el n�n ," Elrohir purred, his tongue flicking along the other�s strong jaw. Suddenly his smile faded, and he whispered, "I am not so sure about the other gorgeous elf, though. He would not come up with me earlier."
"He will come up before the dinner hour, " Elladan said confidently, his eyes twinkling. "I sent him a most reassuring message."
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Legolas paced his room, struggling to calm himself. So much had happened- the fight with Elrohir, the �inner voice�, and well, everything at the bathing pools. The tears, the endearments�the sex�and Elladan knew, of that he was sure. What the prince was not so confident in was Elrohir�s insistence that his twin would not mind.

He worried that he had done something irrevocable, something that would destroy their friendship, and hurt the two people he cared most for in all of Arda.
Stopping his pacing suddenly, he gaped. �The two people I care the most for in all of Arda?�

Closing his mouth, he stood very still for a moment, then groaned and dropped into a chair. �Sweet Elbereth, what have I done? What am I doing? I am falling for two of my best friends, and I have betrayed one of them.�

A loud knock at the door jerked the woodland prince from his thoughts, and he gingerly opened the door, half-expecting an enraged Elladan. Instead he was surprised to see a very pretty elven maid, wearing the apron and cap of a kitchen servant, and holding a basket.
"My Lord Prince," the maid said, curtsying low, handing him the basket. "�Tis from Prince Elladan, with his compliments. He also requests that you join him in his chambers at your earliest convenience, but please before dinner, he said, h�ren."
Smiling at the slightly garbled message, Legolas nodded his thanks, and shut the door. Taking the basket to the table, he discovered a small bottle of miruvor tucked into the corner, along with a beautiful green glass. Considering this a good sign that the basket was not booby-trapped (unless, of course, the miruvor were poisoned), he poured himself a splash of the cordial, and unfolded the green linen napkin that covered the rest of the offering.
The golden prince stood staring for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed aloud, in better spirits than he had been all this day.
The basket was full of cinnamon buns, fresh from the oven. Every one of them spread lavishly with honey butter.
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Elvish Translations:
pen neth - young one

h�ren - my lord

ernilen - my prince

meldir - male friend

gwadoren - my sworn brother

rohir n�n - my knight

melethen - my love

el n�n - my star

anor n�n - my sun
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Princes Three: The Beginning