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Chapter List
- 1-Advent
- 2-Bridging
- 3-Pledges
- 4-Serendipity
- 5-Deepening
- 6-Request
- 7-Bedfellows
- 8-Liaison
- 9-Catalyst
- 10-Tidings
- 11-Profession
- 12-Rift
- 13-Seeking
- 14-Confluence
- 15-Oneness
- 16-Assignation
- 17-Covenant
- 18-Gambit
- 19-Recovery
- 20-Bond
- 5
- 6
- 7
Chapter VI: Request

Mirkwood, ethuil TA 2163

The brethren groomed their respective mounts in the stables behind the delved royal halls of Mirkwood in companionable silence. It was just two hours past noon.

Elladan and Elrohir had arrived with their parents and sister the evening before after returning to Rivendell just a month earlier following an absence of more than four years. But this was one sojourn in the Woodland Realm they could not forego, especially not Elrohir. Not unless he wished to endure Legolas’ grief for the next several years. And so, travel-worn though they were, they came to attend the celebrations marking the hundredth begetting day of Mirkwood’s youngest prince.

The twins slipped away after the midday meal to visit their steeds. Though they trusted the efficiency and skill of the stable-master and his people, the brethren still preferred to personally attend to their warhorses. After all, said horses had accompanied them through thick and thin for many a year. They were not simply a means of transportation to Elladan and Elrohir. They were good friends as well.

The older twin finished first and, after taking leave of his brother, made to return to the residential pavilion. Just as he was exiting the stables, however, a harassed looking Elf forestalled him – one of Thranduil’s secondary stewards.

“My lords,” the Elf said respectfully. “I am sorry to disturb you but I have been tasked to look for Prince Legolas. Would you by any chance know where he is?”

Elladan glanced at Elrohir who shrugged. He turned back to the flustered steward. “The last we saw him was during lunch,” he said. “He did not tell us of his plans for this afternoon.”

“Why is he needed?” Elrohir asked.

The steward sighed. “The king wishes to look over the list of guests for his begetting day feast one last time,” he explained. “He thinks the prince has left out too many important dignitaries.”

Both brothers had to chortle at this. How typical of Legolas to strike out the names of those Elves he simply could not abide. After assuring the Elf once more that they did not know the whereabouts of the archer, Elladan returned to the pavilion while the steward departed to go on with his search.

Elrohir was just returning to his chore when a whistle from behind startled him. He whirled in surprise in time to see Legolas swinging himself down from the hayloft above him.

“What in Elbereth’s name were you doing up there?” the Elf-knight demanded. “Did you not hear? Your father is looking for you.”

Legolas smirked. “Oh pish, Elrohir, ‘tis precisely why I hid. Though your coming here was a boon as well. I’d been wanting to ask for your help in something.”

“And that is?”

“Regarding my begetting day and all the attendant expectations.”

Elrohir let out an amused snort. “Meaning the hope that you will use the occasion to select your first lover,” he dryly supplied.

“Aye,” the prince scowled. “The anticipation grows more palpable every single day. Valar, Elrohir, you’d think I was the only Elf ever offered up on the altar of lost virginity!”

Elrohir chuckled softly. “You are only the most comely Elf to beguile them in so many years,” he said.

“Not to mention that I am my father’s youngest child,” Legolas sniffed.

Elrohir regarded him wonderingly. “Why so upset over this, pen neth?”—young one?—he asked. “You need not do as they wish if ‘tis not your desire. Or have your customs so changed that you are now required to take a lover soonest?”

Legolas shook his head. “‘Tis not demanded of me that I choose a bed-teacher come my begetting day,” he grumbled. “But it is expected of me simply because I am the king’s son. Beginning tomorrow, Adar will host a number of dinners in my honor. Instead of enjoying this week’s celebrations, I will likely spend those evenings fending off overtures whether I care to dally with anyone or not!”

“I imagine you will,” Elrohir said sympathetically. “How may I help you in this, meldiren?”—my friend?

Legolas smiled wanly. “I need your counsel about a scheme I thought of to free me from such unwelcome attention.” At Elrohir’s encouraging gesture, he continued. “Tell me if this is wise, Elrohir. Were I to take a lover a week before the actual day – ai, don’t look so worried. ‘Tis not forbidden if it is but a matter of a few days before the fact. As I was saying, were I to take a lover beforehand and let it be known thereafter that I have already been bedded, will it not keep suitors from constantly hounding me?”

Elrohir considered it then nodded. “Aye, it would,” he agreed. “At least, for the duration of your liaison with whoever you should choose. The eagerness of most stems not only from the desire to bed you but also to be the first to do so.” At Legolas’ smile of satisfaction, he added: “However, there is one flaw in your plan.”

Legolas frowned. “And which is this?”

“It still does not address your concern that you will be treated as a mere trophy by whoever you should share your bed with,” Elrohir pointed out. “I had thought you would put off taking a lover for just that reason.”

“And I had considered putting it off,” Legolas admitted. “But it incenses me that I should defer knowing such pleasure just because I fear others’ motives. I have studied the matter quite thoroughly.” He paused then said: “There is someone who would not treat me shamefully though he knows not that I have him in mind just yet.”

Elrohir raised a sable eyebrow. “He? Then you wish to learn your bed-lessons from an ellon?”—male Elf?

Legolas nodded. “I can think of no other who would teach me as thoroughly and tenderly as he. For he is a great-heart and noble beyond compare. And he is beautiful besides and highly thought of by his past lovers not only because he more than satisfied them but also because he truly cared for their well-being.”

Elrohir regarded him with amazement. “Do not tell me you investigated him!” he exclaimed.

“In a manner of speaking,” Legolas grinned. “There were things I did not know about him and so I set out to learn what I could of them. And what I learned increased my esteem of him. And my desire.”

“You are verily besotted with this Elf,” Elrohir commented. “Pray tell, who is this paragon you have lately discovered?”

To his surprise, Legolas suddenly colored. The prince gulped before looking him squarely in the eye. “Can you not guess?” he whispered. “‘Tis you. Elrohir.”

Elrohir’s stared at him with widened eyes. And then he opened his mouth as if to say something but naught issued forth. He closed his mouth abruptly, turned his head to gaze unseeingly at the far end of the stables for a while, then stared at the archer once more. He shook his head, as if trying to clear his suddenly fuzzy mind.

“There must be something wrong with my hearing,” he remarked, his voice unnaturally calm. “I thought you just asked me to bed you.”

Legolas did not know whether to laugh in amusement or groan in frustration. “You did not hear falsely,” he said earnestly if blushingly. “I do want you to bed me. To teach me all you know about the ways of loving.” He bit his lip then looked imploringly at the patently shocked Elf-knight. “I would have you as my first lover, Elrohir. You are the only one I can trust with my undoing. Any other I should choose would only treat me as a conquest, as you well know,” the archer added. “But you would not see me thusly, Elrohir. I know you would not.”

The Elf-knight let out a tense breath. “I would not indeed,” he agreed. “I would see it as a gift.” At the brightened eyes of the prince, he cautioned: “And one that should be bestowed on one of your own people. They will not be pleased to learn that a son of Imladris has bedded their youngest prince.”

Legolas smiled slyly. “Another reason to turn to you,” he quipped. But when Elrohir opened his mouth to protest, he swiftly pressed on. “But the most compelling reason for my request is you, Elrohir. I want you to be my bed-teacher. I have wanted this for so long and since you revealed to me that you and Elladan do not share the same taste in lovers, I was encouraged to ask this of you.”

Elrohir stared at him stupefied. “Why, Legolas?” he asked faintly. “Why do you feel thusly?”

“I do not know why,” Legolas said honestly. “I only know that I do. Since you came to my aid all those years ago, I have wondered what it would be like to lie with you.” He could not help a smirk when Elrohir gaped at him in astonishment. A predatory gleam appeared in his eyes. It unnerved the normally unflappable twin. “It was my greatest disappointment that my first intimacies were not with you. But I would amend that now, Elrohir.”

Again, the Elf-knight was reduced to silence for several moments as he struggled to digest his young friend’s appeal. When he did speak again, it was in a patently desperate bid to stall for time and get his raucous thoughts under control.

“Intimacies?” he repeated. “Then you are not as innocent as you appear, ernilen.”—my prince.

Legolas chortled lazily, the sound of it making it even more difficult for Elrohir to think clearly. “But I am, Elrohir. Only those of my age have dared indulge me but they are as ignorant as I in the love-arts and so are useless for my purposes. I know nothing more than the most cursory of caresses. I daresay there is much more to coupling than that! I would dearly like to learn my bed-manners from you, Elrohir. Please, do not turn me down.”

The predatory gleam was now little more than a faint glimmer. But coupled with the naked want in the archer’s crystalline eyes, it was of a potency that plunged Elrohir’s thoughts and feelings into further turmoil. Especially when his body was actively abetting Legolas’ desire and urging him to do something about it.

Legolas saw the wavering in the Elf-knight’s argent gaze. He moved closer, lifting his hand to caress Elrohir’s jaw.

“Will you come to me tonight, rochiren vell?”—my dear knight?—he whispered, his lips but a hair’s breadth from Elrohir’s own.

“Your Highness!”

With creditable equanimity, the two drew apart as soon as they heard the exasperated hail. Legolas’ eyes, however, darkened with a mixture of ire and frustration. They both turned to find the same steward who’d come a-looking for the archer earlier. Elrohir sighed with profound relief that they’d been partially shielded by his horse else Elbereth only knew what the Elf would have thought.

The steward glanced a little chidingly at the Elf-knight. “‘Tis fortunate I thought to come back,” he said in tacit reproach.

But Legolas came to Elrohir’s defense at once. “Nay, he did not know I was here and indeed urged me to go to my father at once. ‘Tis I who insisted on lingering.” Before the other Elf could say more, he glanced at Elrohir and said: “I pray you will give thought to what I suggested, meldiren.”

Elrohir nodded with spurious calm though his heart thundered once again at the reminder of the archer’s proposal. “I will think about it,” he promised.

Legolas smiled winningly. “Then mayhap I shall see you tonight, Elrohir,” he said in a voice too low for the steward to hear. “All of you.”

With that, he departed for the royal halls, the other Elf in tow, leaving Elrohir all aflame with his provocative parting words.

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Hardly had the brethren entered their shared bedchamber after their baths when Elladan pounced on his brother for enlightenment. He had noted his twin’s skittish demeanor all evening – odd for the usually oh so preternaturally serene Elrohir. And there had been what appeared to be an avoidance of Legolas’ company. Which was so unheard of as to call attention to it when it occurred. Many had wondered throughout dinner whether the two had had a falling out of sorts.

“Elrohir, what ill has passed between you and Legolas?” he bluntly asked as soon as he’d shut the door behind him.

Elrohir darted an almost haunted glance at him before walking out to the balcony. Elladan sat down on one of the armchairs before the hearth, leaning back to await his brother’s reply. At length, Elrohir turned to face him, his face a picture of confusion.

“No ill passed between us but only a most unlooked for – request,” he said. “I do not know what to do about it.”

“What request is this?” Elladan prodded.

Elrohir bit his lip then said: “He asked me to be his - bed-teacher.”

The older twin suddenly sat up straight and stared at him in shock. “Sweet Eru!” Elladan exclaimed. “He wants you to deflower him?”

Elrohir winced at his brother’s too blunt tongue. “Really, Elladan, must you put it that way?” he protested.

“What other way is there?” Elladan pointed out. “Oh, come now, gwanneth”—younger twin—“you are only discomfited by such language because ‘tis Legolas we speak of.” Noting the slow blush that was suffusing his twin’s face, he leaned back once more and regarded Elrohir intently. “So, Legolas has made this request of you. Why?”

Elrohir sighed and came back into the room. He sank into the chair opposite Elladan’s, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together nervously.

“He feels he will find security and dignity in his first bedding if ‘tis I who…” Elrohir could not bring himself to complete the sentence.

“I see,” Elladan murmured. He eyed the Elf-knight wonderingly. “And what exactly are your objections to such an admittedly logical idea?”

Elrohir started then gazed at him in perturbation. He unclasped his hands and gripped the armrests of his chair. “Logical?” he echoed. “Elladan, we are talking about Legolas! I saw him born; had a part in his raising. He is friend and student and – and charge to me. And you think it reasonable for me to teach him his bed-manners? Are you mad?”

“Aye, I think it reasonable,” Elladan calmly. “And, no, I am not mad. And neither is Legolas. I can understand why he turned to you in this. As he has always done. You gave him his life, Elrohir. Made it richer for being part of it. And, now, you will see him through an act fraught with much peril if ‘tis not taught with true regard for him. And as we all know, there is none in Mirkwood of suitable rank or age who is able to see past what he is to who he is. Well, mayhap amongst the common soldiers and folk, there are those who do but who can say that they will be able to retain that unsullied perception of him were any to gain the first privilege of entering his bed?”

He looked at his stunned brother thoughtfully. “You must teach Legolas to be the aggressor with others and teach him well,” he commented. “Ever must he be the conqueror and not the conquest until he finally binds himself in love. Only in this manner can he preserve himself from feeling like a mere guerdon for ‘twill be he who would claim the prize. But in his first bedding, he cannot take the initiative and will therefore be at his teacher’s mercy and must depend on the other’s discretion and willingness to guard his interests. In all these, you are the perfect candidate, Elrohir. Indeed, you are the only one.”

Elrohir stared speechlessly at the older twin for the next several seconds. “I cannot believe you actually agree with this-this lunacy,” he gasped. “Where are your wits, brother?”

“Quite intact, I assure you,” Elladan retorted. “What of yours?”

“Whole and outraged,” Elrohir shot back.

“Then mayhap ‘tis your feelings you should closely examine, tôren” —my brother—Elladan smoothly suggested. “For in truth, I wonder about them myself.”

“What do you mean?” Elrohir sharply queried.

“Simply this,” Elladan coolly responded. “Which will grieve you more? That you take it upon yourself to relieve Legolas of his virginity and teach him the ways of loving? Or that another should do it in your stead?”

He smiled when his brother colored deeply. “I thought so,” he murmured. “You have looked at him with different eyes since you rescued him and his men on the plains between Anduin and Mirkwood. You appreciate his comeliness for ‘tis the very kind you favor. And though you would not admit it even to yourself, you coveted it. Will you still deny it to me now?”

Elrohir let out a strangled breath at such brutal baldness. “You know I cannot deny a truth,” he said hoarsely. “But ‘twas not meet for me to think his beauty anything more than a thing to admire.”

“It was not,” Elladan said. “And I agree with your refusal to let such feelings grow whilst Legolas still approached his first century. Ever has your enviable friendship come first and only a fool would mar something so pure with something as base as untimely lust.” He looked pointedly at his twin. “But Legolas has revealed his desire and it converges with yours. I see no reason why it would be deemed unseemly should two great friends know intimacy with each other as well.”

Elrohir did not respond at once. He stared at the dancing flames in the hearth. “And what of our friendship?” he asked softly. “I would keep it, Elladan. ‘Tis a treasure beyond compare. Can we remain thusly even should we become lovers?”

“And why not?” Elladan countered. “You have bedded a few good friends before though none as dear to you as our forest prince. Have they ceased to be counted as such in your heart? Do they no longer consider you their friend because you once shared more than your hearts?” At Elrohir’s near imperceptible shake of his head, he smiled gently. “Then why should your relationship with Legolas be ruined? ‘Tis most likely that in the sharing of all that you are to each other, you will only deepen and strengthen what you already have.”

This time Elrohir made no reply but only gazed at him, the uncertainty in his silvery eyes slowly giving way to the encroachment of a momentous decision. Elladan leaned forward and gripped his knee reassuringly.

“Seize this chance, Elrohir, this gift,” he urged his brother. “‘Tis too precious to turn away.” When Elrohir smiled faintly, his own turned distinctly rakish. He leaned back once more in his chair. “Well then, may I assume that I will have our room to myself this night?” he drawled.

Elrohir eyed him in startled exasperation before dissolving into laughter.

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Glossary:

ethuil – Sindarin for spring

Adar - Father

To be continued…
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