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Princes Three: In the Shadows of Mirkwood	By : nuwing Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4141 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

Legolas stripped off his mithril cuff, then his tunic, biting his lip in frustration. �Blessed Eru,� he thought, �How long does it take to bathe?�

Prowling impatiently around the bed-chamber, he nibbled distractedly at the tray of fruit, cheese and bread that had just arrived. A full bottle of potent red wine accompanied the food, and the woodland prince absently poured himself a glass of the treasured Dorwinion offering.
Intent on his task, Legolas failed to note the soundless swing of the bathing-chamber door, until gentle hands twisted his golden hair, baring the back of his neck for a rain of soft kisses.
"�Tis a powerful libation, �Las," Elladan teased, snaking his arms around the prince�s waist, his palms sliding smoothly over the bare skin. "And could interfere mightily with your intention of tumbling two elves."
Leaning back against the bath-warm body, Legolas sighed deeply. "I assure you, el n�n, there is not that much wine in the realm," he promised with a smile, burying his face in the damp ebony-dark locks that streamed over his lover�s shoulders.
"I have missed you, anor n�n," the elder twin whispered, lapping and nipping gently at one perfectly pointed ear. "We have missed you�your smell, and feel, and taste�"
Turning in the loose embrace, the prince wrapped his arms around Elladan, pressing their bodies together snugly. "Then taste me, melethen," he whispered, tongue flicking invitingly over the other�s lips, begging entrance, "before I go mad."
Legolas growled in triumph as the dark elf�s mouth opened, taking in the questing tongue eagerly. Struggling to maintain control of the kiss, the prince tangled both hands in his lover�s silky tresses, preventing all but the smallest movement. Teeth clinked together violently as tongues wrestled wetly for dominance� then suddenly, the battle ended.
Much to Legolas� surprise, Elladan�s kiss became yielding, nearly passive, as he allowed the prince free rein to plunder his mouth, merely caressing the thrusting tongue lightly with his own. At first astounded by the rare surrender, then enflamed by what it might portend, Legolas moaned into the willing mouth, grinding his hips enticingly against his towel-clad partner.
The elder twin whimpered at the contact, pressing forward urgently, his hands sliding down the archer�s back to pull their bodies more tightly together. His own eyes emerald-dark, Legolas pulled away from the warm mouth and found himself looking into eyes that were no longer silver-grey, but nearly black with desire.
"Would you have me?" , Elladan asked softly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Would it please you this day?"
"Aye, I would, " the prince breathed, "�Twould please me very much, indeed."
"Can I not leave the two of you alone for a moment?", an amused voice broke in, as Elrohir slipped his arms around Legolas, expertly loosing the straining leggings. "�Tis nearly indecent haste you show, don�t you think?"
Lowering his head to suckle the ivory throat, marking the pale skin with a rosy bruise, the elf-knight murmured, "I wager I could spend myself just watching you, anor n�n."
Turning his head to capture Elrohir�s mouth in a fierce kiss, the prince whispered, "�Twould be a shame were you to be undone just yet, rohir n�n. I have need of you here."
Reaching inside the opened leggings, the younger twin ran teasing fingers over Legolas� hardened length. Hissing at the touch, the prince pressed back against Elrohir, pulling Elladan with him. "Elbereth, �Roh, be careful!", he gasped, his back arching reflexively, the friction causing the elder twin to groan as well. "Else I will be the one undone."
"Aye, and �tis a sight I am eager to see again, �Las. It has been too long," the elf-knight growled wickedly, licking a sensitive ear tip lavishly. "But what have you done to �Dan to leave him so pliable, hmm?"
Pressing his mouth to the prince�s ear, he lowered his voice further, the growl becoming a silky purr. "�Tis only you and me, melethen, did you know?" At the arch of one golden eyebrow, Elrohir continued, "He has never allowed another to take him. In all the years since our majority, we are the only two. Does it not make you feel powerful, anor n�n? And loved?"
"Very loved," Legolas said soberly, raining soft kisses over Elladan�s face, before capturing his mouth gently. "Come lie with me, please?", the prince asked, tugging impatiently at the concealing towel. "There has been enough play. I need you." Reaching back, he stripped the elf-knight of his towel in one swift movement. "Both of you."
Fetching a vial of oil from the bathing chamber, Legolas returned to find both the twins stretched wantonly on his bed, glowing like marble and obsidian in the filtered sunlight. Stripping off his leggings roughly, the prince slipped gracefully between them, placing a hand on each well-muscled chest. Kissing each of his lovers soundly, he flipped open the oil vial, pouring a generous puddle into Elrohir�s hand first. Grasping Elladan�s wrist, he drizzled a pool of oil into the elder twin�s palm as well, sending a thought in response to the arch of an ebony eyebrow.

Help me, hmm?

An answer came quickly, as Elladan closed his oiled hand around the prince�s turgid length, slicking it with the warm fluid.

Of course, ernilen. Whatever you wish.

Groaning at the feel of the slippery hand on him, Legolas quickly splashed oil into his own hand, then coated Elrohir�s hard flesh with languid strokes, before stretching himself out beside the elder twin, his oiled fingers tracing light circles, teasing apart the pale thighs.
"I have thought of little but this every night since I returned," the prince whispered, sliding down to suckle and nip at the mithril nipple ring, while his oiled fingers moved enticingly over Elladan�s puckered entrance, pressing harder with each pass. Nipping his way back up to the pale throat, Legolas bit down sharply, marking his lover. As he gently slipped two fingers past the ring of muscle, the dark elf gasped sharply, pushing down on the invading hand. "Oh, gods, �Las�more, please," he breathed, whimpering wordlessly as the scissoring fingers brushed lightly over his sweet spot.
Hearing a sharp intake of breath as Elrohir moved close behind him, Legolas obligingly bent his top leg, hissing in pleasure as first two fingers, then three, stretched him gently, slicking him with oil. Moaning softly, he pulled his mouth from the bruised throat, leaning his head back to lap at the elf-knight�s jaw, then suckle his neck, leaving a near-copy of Elladan�s marking on the translucent skin. "Please, rohir n�n�that feels so good�" he gasped, pressing back instinctively, drawing a hoarse groan from the younger twin.
"How would you have me, melethen?", Elladan asked, his usually lyrical voice raspy with desire. "�Tis your day."
"Like this," the woodland prince breathed, moving between the dark elf�s spread thighs. "I would see your face, el n�n." Steadying the hips that were lifted in shameless invitation, Legolas positioned himself carefully, then entered the tight passage with one smooth thrust, unable to hold back a groan. Muscular legs immediately curled around his waist, pulling him deeper into the oil-slicked warmth, then slid back up over his arms, granting him space to move. "Elbereth, �Dan�be still," he begged as the elder twin growled, rocking his hips temptingly. "I will not last�please�"
Elrohir quickly moved behind the archer, rubbing his aching erection teasingly against the oiled cleft. "Are you ready, anor n�n?", he asked hoarsely, grasping the ivory hips firmly. Receiving a frantic nod in answer, he pushed forward, burying himself in the welcoming heat, a hiss of pleasure escaping as Legolas pushed back forcefully. "Move�please�", he rasped, loosing his tight grip on the other�s hips.
The prince began to move rhythmically, thrusting forward to sheath his throbbing member in the silky passage, then back to impale himself once more on the piercing length, his breathing becoming audible as he gave in to the sensations and increased the pace of his movements.
Entranced by the sight of the usually dominant Elladan spread beneath him like a willing sacrifice- eyes dark as night, ebony hair spread over the bed, hands wrapped in the headboard to anchor himself against the pounding thrusts- Legolas felt the first faint tightening in his stomach. Quickly grasping the dark elf�s weeping member in an oil-slick hand, he began stroking in time with his increasingly violent thrusts, forcing a string of incomprehensible oaths from the elder twin.
For a brief moment of clarity, the prince wondered what anyone nearby would make of the noises he was sure were ahead, then he ceased to care. Elladan�s body arched forcefully off the bed as he came with a shrieking growl, silvery seed spilling copiously over his stomach.
Squeezed by the intense spasms, Legolas managed a few more powerful thrusts before he climaxed, sinking his teeth into Elladan�s leg in a vain attempt to muffle the feral howl that escaped as he released deep inside his lover. Elrohir pushed forward in one last thrust, stifling a keening cry as his orgasm was pulled from him by the throbbing heat of the prince�s body.
Collapsing into a tangled pile, the trio reluctantly pulled apart, then curled tightly together, the twins cradling Legolas between them as harsh breathing slowly calmed, and racing hearts stopped pounding. Drawing a deep breath, the prince said softly, "Melin chen. I have missed having you to hold me like this the most."
"Melim chen, �Las," Elladan whispered, nipping and nuzzling the prince�s ivory throat, a second red-purple bruise blooming softly. "We have missed this, also."
"Aye, we have," Elrohir agreed, running gentle fingers through the tangled golden hair. "Do not ever doubt that you are missed, anor n�n. Without you we are only one soul, hmm?"
Legolas suddenly remembered his father�s �two souls, but three bodies� comment, and grinned broadly, causing questioning eyebrows to arch in tandem. Recounting the conversation in full, he snickered, "So what do you think, �Dan? �Roh? Shall we have a bed calendar? With little figures for each of us, do you think?"
"Aye, by all means," Elladan said with a grin. "�Twould serve your Ada right if we made one and strung it from the balcony. Bed calendar, indeed."
"Do not be so hasty, t�ren," Elrohir broke in, his face sober. "�Tis not an entirely bad idea." As his lovers turned to stare at him in amazement, he added, "Little figures, and a code of some sort." In answer to the confused looks, he explained, "You know a code�top, middle and bottom?"
For a long moment there was absolute silence, as the two elves sat aghast, not believing what they had heard. Then suddenly the elf-knight chortled delightedly, laughing until tears streamed. "Oh gods, �Dan," he gasped, "If you could have seen your face�and �Las, I thought you would keel over. Valar, that was funny. Bed calendar, hmm? It does have some promise�as a joke," he added hastily as the others turned toward him with threatening glares.
Shaking his head, Elladan said, "Someday, �Roh, you are going to go too far. You know that, do you not?"
"Aye," Legolas agreed. "And then we shall have to punish you, rohir n�n."
"A fate I eagerly look forward to," Elrohir retorted with a smirk, causing the others to grin in spite of themselves. "But right now, I am famished, and thirsty, and I see food and wine on the table. Shall we wash and eat?"
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The three princes were washed, clad in leggings, and busy eating when a knock sounded at the door. Glancing quickly around the room to see that all was more or less in order, Legolas walked to the door. "Who is there, please?", he asked politely, his hand on the bolt.
"�Tis Ada, Legolas," the king replied. "Barangolas and Galueth are with me. Your sister would like to meet our guests, and is loath to wait until dinner. May we come in for a moment?"
At the mention of his sister�s insistence, Legolas snickered softly, a sound that was echoed on the other side of the door by his younger brother. With a glance at the twins, who shrugged and nodded, he threw the bolt back, opening the door. "We are not fully dressed, Ada," the prince said, as his father�s eyes traveled briefly over his bare chest, but we are decent. We will be down shortly if you prefer Galueth not come in just now."
"Galueth has seen you shirtless before, ionen. I do not imagine it will traumatize her now. And I will be most thankful to hear the end of her begging," Thranduil replied with a smile, pushing the door open wider and ushering his daughter into the room.
Barangolas followed, beaming annoyingly at his elder brother. "How are you, t�ren? Good afternoon, Elladan�Elrohir," the copper-haired elf offered with a grin. "I hope you are well rested?"
"Aye, we are quite well," Elrohir returned with an equally large grin, his grey eyes sparkling. "And yourself?"
"There is little to complain about,� Barangolas said, stepping back to allow his sister�s approach. "Mind your manners, pen neth," he admonished quietly, earning a glare from the elleth.
Staring in ill-concealed wonder at the identical faces before her, Galueth promptly disregarded her brother�s warning. Legolas smiled slightly at her amazement, then drew her closer. "Galueth, these are my best friends, Elladan and Elrohir. Their adar, Lord Elrond, rules in Imladris."
"How do you do, h�ren?", Galueth said politely, as she had been taught. Then as the twins bowed their heads in greeting, the elfling blurted out, "You are both very pretty. How do you tell them apart, Golas?"
"Just now Elladan has a braid, and Elrohir does not," the prince explained, forcing back a chuckle. "Usually Elladan will have blue beads in his braids, and Elrohir will have mithril beads in his. You need not fear confusing them, th�l dithen ."
Looking intently at the twins, Galueth suddenly fastened her attention on Elladan, stepping closer to the elder twin. "What is that on your neck?", she asked bluntly, pointing at the deep purple stain below one ear.
A snort burst from Barangolas, drawing a stern glance from a suddenly nervous Thranduil. "Galueth," he began, "�Tis not polite�"
"�Tis alright, h�ren," Elladan broke in reassuringly. "�Tis only a bruise, pen neth. Have you ever fallen, and marked your knee?" When the elfling nodded, he went on, "This is a bruise, much like one you might have on your knee or elbow after a fall."
"Ada can make it better," Galueth said kindly. "He always makes mine better. And he has sweets�"
"And just now he is ready to return to the courtyard," Thranduil broke in firmly. "We will see you all at dinner, hmm? And Legolas?"
"Aye, Ada?", the prince said expectantly.
"�Twould be best, I believe, if you wore only side braids," the king answered sternly. "All of you."
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A/N: Galueth is the elf-equivalent of a 5 or 6 year old child.

Elvish Translations:
el n�n - my star

anor n�n - my sun

melethen - my love

rohir n�n - my knight

ernilen - my prince

Melin chen - I love you

Melim chen - We love you

Ada, Adar - Dad, Father

t�ren - my brother

ionen - my son

pen neth - young one

elleth - female elf

h�ren - my lord(s)

th�l dithen - little sister
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