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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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Chapter 6

Legolas knocked softly, unwilling to walk into the twins' chambers uninvited. Nearly before the echoes ended, a lyrical voice called out in welcome. "Come in, gwadoren. �Tis unlocked."
Taking a deep breath, the prince pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The twins sat cuddled together in a large chair, but as he entered they unfolded themselves gracefully, and stood to greet him. They were dressed identically in black and grey, and only their beaded hair allowed them to be discerned from one another. It was unusual for them to dress so, and Legolas found it disorienting. Fleetingly, he wondered if it had been done purposefully, to make a point.
Eyes focusing on brilliant blue beads, the woodland prince took a tentative step forward. "Elladan?", he said uncertainly.
"Legolas," the elder twin returned solemnly, silver-grey eyes searching the prince�s face intently.
For a moment, there was silence, then Elladan smiled and reached out a hand, which Legolas quickly moved to clasp.
"I am�I mean�", he began, then suddenly drew the dark elf into a tight embrace. "Thank you for the�message," he whispered, his voice muffled by an ebony braid. "I was afraid."
"I know, anor n�n ," Elladan murmured gently, stroking the golden hair. "�Tis alright. I know."
Raising his head, Legolas looked into the glowing eyes, understanding dawning. "�Twas you, was it not? The voice, when no one was there. It was you."
"Aye, it was me," Elladan agreed. "We will speak of it tomorrow."
"But I don�t understand. How could you�", the golden prince started, frowning, only to be interrupted by a soft kiss.
"Tomorrow, �Las," the older twin repeated, running his thumb over the just-kissed lips. "We will talk tomorrow. Tonight we will feel."
"But�", Legolas began again stubbornly, when he was silenced by Elrohir�s fingers over his mouth. "Please," the elf-knight said quietly. "Tomorrow we will talk, as long as you wish. Tonight is for pleasure, for play."
"Aye, you owe me a great debt," Elladan teased with a grin "Would you deny me my payment?"
Unable to resist, caught unawares by his own fast-rising elation, Legolas could not help but return the grin. "Nay, I would deny you nothing. Tonight we will play."
As he finished speaking, chimes rang out, calling the household to dinner.
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The formal dining hall was once again awash in flickering light as Lord Elrond and his guests enjoyed another grand meal. The Lord of Imladris turned to his seneschal, and smiled ruefully.

"I am beginning to yearn for a simple picnic, cooked over a fire, Glorfindel," he said wryly. "Another week of feasting to go, then scarce a break before the mid-winter celebrations begin. Why must elves celebrate everything with food?"
"Do away with the feasting, Ada, and serve only wine and miruvor," Elrohir suggested. "In little time, all attending would forget about food, and you would be free to have your picnic."
Glorfindel grinned. "Aye, they would forget about eating," he agreed. "They would likely also forget the way home, and we would be stuck with the drunkards for an entire season."
"Besides," Elladan broke in, "There is something to be said for a small meal with your miruvor." Smiling innocently at his father, he said, "Myself, I have become quite fond of honey butter with my late night cordial."
"Aye, something sweet goes well�," Elrond began, when he was interrupted by a strangled cough from the Mirkwood prince. "Are you well, Legolas?", the Imladrian Lord asked in concern.
"I am, h�ren," the prince replied, mastering his cough. Giving Elladan a blazing smile, he continued, "I agree something sweet is exactly the thing to serve with miruvor, especially just before sleep. I prefer cinnamon buns, myself."
Elrohir bit his lip furiously for a moment, then added, "You know, the two together would be the perfect miruvor accompaniment. Split cinnamon buns spread with honey butter, hmm? Truly, it sounds much better than many other options, don�t you agree, �Las?"
"Certainly, �Roh. Much better than, oh, say, creamed chicken�", Legolas began, dangerously near breaking into giggles.
"On black rye?", the twins chorused, and all three were lost, howling with laughter in un-princely abandon.
Glorfindel smothered his chuckles, watching Elrond sway between amused tolerance and outrage. Luckily, he had not yet made his decision when the offenders decided to withdraw.
"Permission to excuse ourselves, Ada?", Elladan gasped, threatening to erupt into giggles.
"Granted," the Peredhel lord nodded, as the three princes rose, still smothering laughter that threatened hysteria.
"H�ren," Legolas managed with a bow, before he broke into snickers again, and was dragged from the room by the twins.
Sighing, Elrond looked at Glorfindel. "Why do I doubt we were discussing food, meldir?"
"Remember, mellonen," the balrog slayer reminded him with a cheeky grin, "You are more content not knowing."
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Still snickering desperately, the three miscreants garnered many odd looks as they made their way through the halls to the twin�s private rooms. Once safely inside, there was a second�s silence as they exchanged glances, then as if on cue, the three burst again into laughter, tears streaming as they gasped helplessly.
"Well, I have just convinced your Adar that I am completely unhinged, " Legolas managed, after a few minutes.
"Nay, he already knew," Elrohir countered with a grin. "You spend too much time with us to be otherwise."
Looking around fruitlessly, Elladan opened the door and called a maid, asking that a fresh bottle of miruvor be brought to the chambers.
The elder twin turned from the door with a dazzling grin. "Shortly we will have all the necessary ingredients, and I suggest the two of you rest until then. You will need all your strength later, I promise."
"Mayhap we should make ourselves comfortable, ere the torture begins, eh, �Las?", Elrohir said with a smirk, motioning for the archer to follow him into the bedroom. Digging carelessly through a drawer, the elf-knight pulled out three pair of loose black sleep-pants and tossed one garment to Legolas. "Here, try these," he advised. "We are nearly the same size, and the lacing will snug them."
As he spoke, the younger twin stepped out of his formal wear and slipped into the sleek black pants. Lacing the cording loosely, he turned and looked in the mirror with ill-concealed satisfaction. The silken glow of the fabric mimicked that of his raven-black hair, which hung nearly to the top of his garment, secured only by the small side braids with their mithril beads. His pale skin glowed like marble, and the mithril ring that pierced his right nipple shone with a frosty glint.
The golden prince looked at him warily, but stripped out of his own clothing and pulled on the sensually soft sleep-pants, tugging on the silken lacing to secure them. Looking in the mirror, he was surprised to find the black garment quite flattering. The loose pants rode low on his narrow hips, the shimmering black fabric emphasizing the creamy tone of his ivory skin. The golden nipple rings glittered in the flickering firelight, and his pale hair seemed ablaze.
Elrohir stepped close behind the prince, silvery eyes catching the blue-green ones in the mirror. "Aye, you are beautiful indeed," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of one ear.
"As are you," Legolas returned, turning to press his lips to the elf-knight�s cheek. "Both of you. It is almost too much to bear."
Hearing the outer chamber door close, Elrohir picked up the third pair of sleep-pants and led the way back into the den. Elladan stood opening the new bottle of miruvor, three glasses near at hand. Turning, he surveyed the other two carefully. "This is most exceptionally fine, " he said with a wicked grin. "Most fine, indeed."
Elrohir returned the smile, offering the silken black garment to his twin. "�Twould be even more fine, el n�n ," he purred, "If you joined us, hmm?"
"Aye, mayhap it would," Elladan replied, his smile turning predatory. "Some help, please, with my fastenings?"
"But of course," the elf-knight said, nimble fingers undoing the clasps that secured the formal tunic, pushing the heavy fabric off his brother�s shoulders. "We are here to serve, " he continued seductively, sliding the silky under-tunic off, pressing sweet kisses to the bared skin of Elladan�s chest, then slowly unlacing the black leather leggings.
Legolas stood watching, transfixed by the intense eroticism of the scene. The twins were totally absorbed in their teasing play, seemingly unaware of his scrutiny, and he took a deep breath, struggling to hold off his own stirring arousal.
Suddenly Elladan�s darkened eyes met his, and the golden prince swallowed hard, his stomach knotting traitorously as the elder twin motioned for him to come closer. Elrohir, snugging up the lacing of the sleep-pants, smiled at him reassuringly.
As he hesitated, then slowly moved toward the dark pair, Elladan looked at him curiously. "Surely you do not fear me, �Las," he said softly, reaching out to take the archer�s hand.
"Nay, I do not fear you," Legolas answered truthfully. "I feel like an intruder."
Elladan shook his head firmly, and caught the prince�s chin in his hand. "Not an intruder, pen vain," he said looking intently into the blue-green eyes. "An invited guest. A very welcome guest."
Leaning closer, the elder twin covered the tempting mouth with his own, gently urging the lips apart to admit his probing tongue. Legolas welcomed the invasion, curling his own tongue around the other, nipping teasingly with his teeth, until Elladan growled with pleasure, pulling the prince tightly against himself.
"I�believe," he purred, punctuating his words with light kisses, "I�will have �my.. �first�serving..of�honey..butter�without�miruvor." Raising his head to look at Elrohir, he continued with an evil grin, "And without side dishes."
The elf-knight snickered. "You are cruel, t�ren ," he retorted. "Very cruel, indeed."
"Aye, I am," Elladan agreed with a smirk. "But you love me anyway, hmm?"
"Always, el n�n ," Elrohir said seriously, before turning a teasing smile on Legolas. "�Tis alright, �Las. I like to watch. Especially such gorgeous elves."
Legolas flushed slightly, finding the thought of Elrohir watching, but not touching, rather disturbing. And rather arousing.
"You may watch, but do not spend yourself, t�ren . You belong to me tonight," Elladan ordered, "And I intend to enjoy you."

And mayhap we will show him, rohir n�n .

Elrohir raised his head quickly, catching Elladan�s eyes.

Mayhap, melethen.

Sensing the prince�s discomfort, the elder twin pulled him close, licking and nuzzling a sensitive ear. "Do not worry, pen vain," he murmured softly, "I will make you forget he is here."
Taking Legolas by the arm, he led him to the large white-draped bed, gently pressing the golden prince down to lie on the silky sheets. Stretching out fluidly beside the trembling form, Elladan propped himself on one elbow and looked down into the archer�s flushed face.
"�Tis alright, anor n�n ," he whispered, pushing the golden hair back, "Just relax. Let me love you." Flickering his gaze to the chair in the shadows, where Elrohir sat quietly, the elder twin bent his head to again claim the prince�s lips, one hand moving lightly over the flawless ivory chest.
To his own surprise, Legolas did soon forget the watcher in the shadows, his attention sharply focused on the pleasurable sensations running through his body. Hands, lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, as Elladan kissed, licked, suckled and stroked the ivory body into breathless arousal.
Skillfully unlacing the silky sleep-pants, the dark elf slid them from the slim hips, pressing a light kiss to the engorged head of the peachy-pink erection that emerged insistently. Stretching back up to the pillows like a huge hunting cat, he nipped a flushed ear gently and purred, "I want to taste you, pen vain. Then I shall take you so hard, you will not find breath to scream."
Legolas whimpered wordlessly, pushing his hips forward in invitation. Stripping off his own pants, Elladan lowered his body fully on top of the golden prince, their throbbing members rubbing together teasingly.
Kissing the archer deeply, he slid his mouth from lips to throat to chest�down the flat ivory-pale abdomen, to the tempting column of hard flesh, flicking his tongue through the tantalizing drops of fluid dripping from the slit.
The woodland prince moaned breathlessly, his fingers tangling in the ebony hair, trying to force the teasing mouth onto his aching length. "Please," he gasped pleadingly, "Please. I hurt�"
Elladan willingly lowered his head, moaning as the silky-hard rod filled his mouth. Swirling his tongue over the engorged head and down the throbbing vein, he released Legolas� hips, encouraging him to thrust into the warm mouth.
"Oh gods�yes�.�Dan�oh," the golden prince gasped, rocking his hips furiously. "Yes�Ai!�"
Seizing the thrusting hips to steady them, Elladan swallowed the turgid length, caressing with tongue and throat, sucking hard. Legolas gave a keening cry, his body arching off the bed, then sobbed the other�s name as he spilled down the pale throat.
The elder twin moved up swiftly between the pale thighs, slicking his own weeping member with the dripping fluids. Kissing the prince tenderly, he pushed the long, muscular legs up over his arms, and entered the relaxed opening in one fluid thrust.
Growling low in his throat, Elladan remained still, allowing the archer to adjust to his size. When Legolas pushed back against him with a whimper, he lowered the straining legs to his waist and began to thrust slowly into the slick, hot passage.
"Valar," the dark elf panted, "Sweet Eru, that feels good�oh, gods!�". Falling into wordless groans, Elladan began thrusting faster, pushing more deeply into the writhing body.
Long past words, Legolas moaned continually, his arousal once again throbbing , pressed tightly between their slickened bodies. Reaching down, the elder twin wrapped his hand tightly around the archer�s aching length, stroking in fluid counterpoint to the increasingly powerful thrusts.
Looking into the dilated emerald eyes, Elladan gasped out, "�Las�now?", his movements becoming erratic as he fought to hold back his orgasm.
"Aye�now�oh�oh gods!��DAN!", the golden prince howled hoarsely, his pearly white fluids spurting over the pumping fist. "Ai!"
Elladan gasped harshly as the first spasms kneaded his piercing length, then buried himself in the caressing heat with a growl, spilling his seed deep inside the golden body.
Collapsing onto the exhausted prince, he nuzzled the flushed throat gently, then rolled carefully to the side, pulling Legolas snugly against his chest. "Thank you, anor n�n ," he whispered softly. "You are magnificent."
"You are quite welcome," the prince murmured against the hard chest. "I have never before so enjoyed making a down-payment."
Silently approaching the bed, Elrohir slid in behind Elladan, curling his body around his twin. "That was most enjoyable viewing, t�ren ," he purred, rubbing his own erection against the elder twin�s rear. "But for what did I save myself?"
Elladan rolled to his back, pulling Legolas with him, and wrapped an arm around the elf-knight, hugging him close. "Let me catch my breath, rohir n�n ," he said with a grin. "Then, if �Las agrees, we will show him."
Turning to Legolas with twinkling eyes, the elder twin smirked widely. "What about it, gwadoren? Would you like to watch?"

Elvish Translations:
gwadoren - my sworn brother

anor n�n - my sun

Ada, Adar - Dad, father

h�ren - my lord

meldir - male friend

mellonen - my friend

el n�n - my star

pen vain - beautiful one

t�ren - my brother

rohir n�n - my knight

melethen - my love

Ai -oh
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