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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 7

A varied spread of fruits, nuts, wild greens and many savory breads greeted the diners. Venison was the only meat served- in fact, the only meat common at any meal in Mirkwood, due to the lack of clean game animals in the forest. Most other food-flesh was garnered in trade with the men of the Esgaroth, and was thus scarce.
The atmosphere at Thranduil�s table was stilted, if not overtly unpleasant. Anteruon spoke only when spoken to, much to the relief of the king. To the surprise of all, Elrohir would not allow the crown prince to withdraw completely, drawing him into the discussions politely but firmly.
Barangolas quietly declared the trio�s appearance a stroke of genius and Legolas� prediction was proven correct by the second course�every elf present had observed and made assumptions about the relationship between their prince and the Peredhil twins.
Most speculated, individually or in whispered conversation, regarding which of the dark visitors was the prince�s lover�and vowed not to find out by an ill-advised approach. A few astute ellyn grasped the full significance of the display, broad grins slowly spreading across their awe-struck countenances.
Elladan and Elrohir were entranced by the lovely, yet informal setting of the meal. As usual in all but the most extreme weather, the wood-elves dined this night under a simple shelter of living branches, from which hung a multitude of softly glowing jar-lamps.
Galueth, long accustomed to dining in the pavilion, was far more entranced by the visiting twins. Ignoring Thranduil�s frown, the elfling left her own chair and slipped confidently into Legolas� lap, where she was clearly quite at home.
Eating quietly, she studied her brother�s beaded braids for several moments without comment, then wiped her hands and face politely before hopping down. Rather than returning to her own seat, Galueth turned to the elder twin, laying a hand lightly on his arm in a bid for notice. "Lord El�dan?", she said, waiting expectantly.
Elladan bit back a chuckle, answering with equal gravity. "Aye, my Lady? How may I be of service?"
"Might I sit with you for a moment?", the princess asked solemnly. "Golas says I am quite light."
Ignoring his brother�s snicker- as well as Thranduil�s expressively arched eyebrow- the elder twin smiled, settling Galueth on his knee. "You may, indeed. And �tis not necessary to call me �Lord�, pen neth. �El�dan� will be fine."
The elleth nodded happily, fixing her gaze on Elladan�s ebony braids. "Golas is wearing your beads, too," she announced astutely. "But he also has silver ones, like Lord El�hir. They look very pretty together."
"Aye, they do. But I wear blue, and Elrohir mithril, so you can tell us apart. Legolas can wear both, because he has no twin to cause confusion," the dark elf explained easily, toying with one silken mahogany plait.
Galueth reached up and pulled one braid over Elladan�s shoulder, examining it closely. "Your beads are a very pretty color, El�dan," she said wistfully, her eyes wide. "Blue like the sky."
Risking a glance at Thranduil, the elder twin found the long-suffering father shaking his head in resignation. The king answered the questioning arch of one ebony eyebrow with a slight shrug, a smile playing on his lips.
"Blue like your eyes, my Lady," Elladan corrected with a smile, "Which is a beautiful color, indeed. Would you like to have a few beads for your braids? I think �twould be alright to have two on each side."
"Aye, I would like that," Galueth answered, as Elladan untied one braid and slipped off four of the luminous lapis lazuli beads, placing them in the beaming elfling�s hand. Looking at the elder twin expectantly, she said, "Will you fix them for me?"
"I am not sure I can manage your braids, pen neth," he replied, tying off his own hair before looking carefully at the elaborately woven tresses. "Mayhap Legolas will aid you, hmm?"
"But I want mine to be like yours, " the princess insisted, touching the ink-dark strands admiringly. "Please?"
"Mine are warrior�s braids," Elladan began, "�Tis hardly proper�"
Thranduil broke in with a sigh. "Very little about my daughter is proper, ernilen. If she has her mind set on wearing Imladrian warrior�s braids tonight, you may as well humor her. �Twill be easier on us all."
Unbinding Galueth�s side-braids, the elder twin quickly created the simple four-strand plaits, weaving two blue beads into each braid. Delighted with her new ornaments, the elleth hugged Elladan tightly before jumping down.
The dark elf chuckled, casting a grin at Legolas, only to find the archer looking at him soberly. The solemn glance was quickly replaced by a smile, though it seemed to stop short of the troubled blue-green eyes. Reaching out impulsively, Elladan tucked a golden braid behind the prince�s ear, allowing his fingers to caress the sensitive tip, sending a thought to accompany the touch.

Melin chen, anor n�n. Always.

With complete disregard for propriety, Legolas interlaced his fingers with those of the elder twin, pulling the reaching hand down to rest on his own leg. His eyes less clouded, the prince turned his attention to Galueth, who seemingly had not yet finished for the evening.

After showing her new beads to Thranduil, she moved purposefully to the other side of Legolas, turning a glowing smile on the elf-knight. "Lord El�hir?", she piped brightly. "I have no twin, either."

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"Elladan? Elrohir? I would speak with you both for a moment," Thranduil said quietly as they left the dining pavilion, following a short distance behind the others. "I will not take much of your time."
"Our time is yours, h�ren ," the elder twin replied, inclining his head with a smile. "I do not fear that you will waste it."
"Walk with me then," the king replied. "�Tis a fine evening." Strolling slowly around the outer edge of the courtyard, he led them to a private area, then stopped, turning to face his guests. "I would like to apologize for Anteruon�s behavior. �Twas outside all bounds, and I am grateful for your restraint."
"�Tis alright, h�ren ," Elrohir began, "We�"
"Nay, ernilen, �tis not alright," Thranduil broke in firmly. "And though there is naught that will excuse his manner, I would not have you believe he learned such attitudes at my knee. But �twas my mistake, none the less. Anteruon spent much of his youth with my old tutor, who was, of course, a close friend of Adar."
Elladan nodded understandingly. "And probably a witness to his end."
"Aye, he was," the king agreed. "And the stern yet compassionate man I remembered had been twisted bitterly by my adar�s fall, and all that accompanied it�and his influence has left a dark imprint on my son that I have been unable to remove. I did not make the same mistake again, hence the conflict between my eldest son and his brothers is fierce at times." Smiling ruefully, he added, "And Anteruon inherited most of Oropher�s arrogance, while Legolas was cursed with much of his temper."
Elrohir looked intently at Thranduil, a smile playing on his lips. "And what of yourself, Majesty?"
Chuckling, the king retorted, "I was blessed with both arrogance and temper, pen neth, but I was cured of them long ago." Laying a hand on the elf-knight�s arm, he said, "I would thank you for your efforts at dinner, also. �Twas kind of you to include Anteruon in the merriment, when he had just cursed you and your ancestors."
The younger twin shook his head slightly. "I was partly to blame, h�ren . �Twas my ill-advised remark that set everyone off, I fear. I want reining at times, or so I have been told."
Thranduil snorted in a most unkingly manner. "No doubt �twas my son who told you so, hmm? I would also apologize for his behavior, but I wager you are somewhat accustomed to it, after all these centuries. "
Breaking into a broad grin, the king finished, "Speaking of Legolas, we had best return you to his side, ere he comes searching. He has been quite unusually patient already. And I have no wish to have his knife at my throat, even in thought."
Barangolas and Legolas stood at the center fountain, deep in conversation with another ellon when the three elves stepped into view. Waving merrily, the youngest prince beckoned the others to join them.
"I shall leave you with my offspring," Thranduil announced with a smile. "I would wager that plans have been made�likely plans of which I wish to remain blissfully unaware. I bid you good evening, and pleasant dreams." Raising a hand in salute to his sons, the king turned for his own chambers.
Legolas smiled, holding out a hand to each of his lovers. "I thought mayhap Ada had annexed you for the evening, and I should have to manage a rescue." Indicating his brother, he went on, "Barangolas has invited us to join them at the pools."
The younger prince grinned broadly, laying a hand on the arm of his other companion. "Elladan� Elrohir, this is my friend and captain, Lindel. Lind, as you may have guessed, these are the much maligned Peredhil twins. Elladan wears blue beads, Elrohir mithril."
"Mae govannen, Lord Elladan, Lord Elrohir," the red-haired elf answered formally, inclining his head respectfully.
"Mae govannen, Lindel," Elladan returned with a smile. "And if you will refrain from calling me �lord�, I will not call you �captain�, agreed? Elrohir and I have no love of formality."
"Indeed we do not, " Elrohir added. "�Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lindel. You seem quite familiar, somehow. Have we been together in the past?"
Legolas grinned, shaking his head. "I would guess not, �Roh. But Lindel is Tiriadon�s brother, and there is considerable likeness."
"Aye, we are alike, though Tiri would groan to hear it said," Lindel chuckled. "Please do join us. �Twill be quite pleasant in the caverns this evening, and the gathering small."
"We would enjoy that greatly, if �Las agrees?", Elrohir replied casting a questioning glance at the golden prince.
"Aye, we will go for a while, " Legolas said with a smile. "But I would like to change to easier garb. We will meet you there, hmm?"
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"You once told us that you had better judgement than to bed the captain of your guard," Elrohir said to Legolas with a grin, as they walked toward the cavern entrance. "I take it Barangolas does not?"
The prince snorted rudely. "Nay, he does not. Though no harm has come of it so far, I concede. Lindel is a good captain, and a stout friend, and Barangolas is very fond of him. Whether there is more to it than friendly lust, I do not know."
"�Tis not an overly large step from friendly lust to love, though," Elladan observed thoughtfully. "Mayhap your brother will take it. But he is quite young."
"He is a bit less than four-hundred years my junior, �Dan," Legolas retorted, one golden eyebrow arched in amusement. "And hardly an innocent, by any standards. �Less you consider yourself a cradle-robber as well?"
"The thought does cross my mind occasionally, anor n�n , " the elder twin admitted, seemingly serious. At the prince�s surprised glance, he grinned. "Then I remember your �midnight snack� in Imladris, and my conscience ceases to trouble me. �Twas no elfling who woke me that night, was it, �Roh?"
Elrohir smirked at the memory. "�Twas not, el n�n . Though he seemed quite innocent in slumber afterward, did he not? And blushed very sweetly the next morn�just as he is now."
"�Tis enough of that," Legolas said warningly, his face burning. "Behave yourselves, or I will turn this crowd loose on you."
"So you are taking us to be oogled like candy in a sweet shop, hmm?", Elladan teased, eyes twinkling. "I suspected as much."
"I am," the prince admitted freely, with a dazzling smile. "But I will be there no see that there is no unauthorized tasting."
"I assume Anteruon will not be present?", Elrohir queried as they reached the caverns� mouth.
Legolas snickered quietly. "Nay, �tis hardly his type of gathering. He usually returns Galueth to her chambers after dinner, and then is off on his own adventures, though I have heard it said he has a fondness for my sister�s nanny. He is not altogether offensive at times, so who�"
The prince�s voice dropped off as they passed through the arched opening into the dimly lit caves.

A large central room was hung with rows of clothing hooks, and several benches were placed around the space, creating a convenient place to undress. A large rack of towels hung on each wall, allowing the patrons to cover themselves after stripping.
Tossing towels to his companions, Legolas quickly shed his light leggings and shirt, tying a towel loosely around his waist. "Ready for your unveiling?", he asked with a grin, placing a possessive hand on each of his lovers. "Barangolas and Lindel will be in the smallest room."
Leading the way into one of the many chambers that opened off the main room, the prince quickly located his younger brother, lounging in a pool at the back of the area. "Rinse of the dust, t�ren , and join us," Barangolas called with a wave, "I have glasses for you."
"He has glasses for us?", Elladan asked curiously, dropping his towel before moving under the water streaming from a rinsing trough. "Dare I ask why?"
Chuckling, Legolas dried his face, then answered, "For mead. Barangolas and Lindel always supply mead for such gatherings, as Lind�s ada brews it to sell. We were really supposed to bring our own goblets if we wished to drink- but t�r n�n can usually be counted on to bring a few extra."
The prince slid into the large pool, urging the twins down on either side of him. They were greeted warmly by Lindel and Barangolas, and introduced to the other four elves who shared the pool. Wooden torches flickered around the edge of the room, lending a warm glow to the steaming water. The water was soothingly heated in contrast to the pleasant coolness of the underground cavern, the company was enjoyable, and the mead was found to be of excellent quality.
Relaxed and comfortable, Elrohir closed his eyes with a sigh, leaning back lazily in the chest- deep water. His eyes flew open in amazement a short while later, as teasing fingers slid first over his stomach, then dropped to his thighs, drawing slow circles that moved closer and closer to his quickly developing erection.
Turning his head to stare in disbelief at Legolas, he found himself caught in a sparkling emerald green gaze. The younger twin grasped the exploring hand firmly, and appealed to the suddenly predatory elf beside him.

�Las, what are you doing?
I would have thought that rather obvious, rohir n�n.
We are in Taur-na-Fuin, in a public bath, with your brother, for the love of Elbereth! You are drunk, anor n�n .

The prince smile sweetly, pulling the restraining hand over to rest on his own raging arousal.

Mayhap, but not to the point of dysfunction, hmm?

Glancing around the pool, the elf-knight found that only Barangolas and Lindel remained, curled around one another in a way that left them little room to complain of Legolas� behavior. Relaxing somewhat, Elrohir leaned over and whispered softly, "�Twould be much more comfortable in your chambers, melethen. And the night has but begun."
The prince�s smile broadened as he turned his head to nuzzle the younger twin�s throat gently. "Aye, but this night will be no shorter for beginning it here, hmm?", he retorted teasingly, lifting his hips to rub against the captive hand.
Elrohir drew a deep breath, looking imploringly at his twin. Elladan arched both eyebrows helplessly, his straining arms evidence of his own struggle with a wandering hand. "�Las," the elder twin began in quiet desperation, "Do you not think �tis unwise�"
The entreaty was interrupted by a poorly muffled moan and gasping breaths from across the pool, which drew an audible snort from Legolas, as well as astounded glances- quickly replaced by brilliant smirks- from the dark elves.
Several moments passed in silence, broken only by an occasional hiss or smothered chuckle, before Barangolas and Lindel rose from the pool. Smiling composedly at the entangled trio, the youngest prince said, "I hope your first night in Taur-na-Fuin is pleasant, mellynen. We will bid you good evening now."
Flickering his emerald green glance between the twins, Barangolas added, "This pool is quite private, and others seldom come here in the evening, as it is known to be the site of our gatherings. Do not hesitate to make yourselves at home."
Nodding silently in farewell, the Elladan and Elrohir watched the two elves leave with ill-concealed amusement. The elder twin returned his attention to the prince, who was now grinning widely. "I thought you said there would be no tasting, melethen," the dark elf said teasingly, lavishly licking an ear tip. "Any excuses?"
"Nay, �Dan," Legolas retorted, his face determinedly solemn despite his shudders. "�Twas unauthorized tasting that I vowed to prevent. This is fully authorized. And quite enjoyable."
"Indeed?", Elrohir smirked, rubbing his palm lightly over the prince�s turgid length. "And what else might you find enjoyable, ernilen, hmm?"
Hissing in pleasure, Legolas arched toward the stroking hand, digging his fingers into the elf-knight�s arm. "I would enjoy my favorite twin benefit," the prince purred, lifting himself to sit on the edge of the pool. "Two mouths. On me."
Elladan raised one ebony eyebrow in teasing reproach, his darkened grey eyes sparkling. "�Las! So demanding, anor n�n �where would you have those mouths, hmm?"
"Everywhere," Legolas breathed, tugging impatiently on both dark heads. "Come up here. Now."
Raising themselves from the pool, the twins stretched out fluidly beside their golden prince, tongues moving in wicked unison as they licked, nuzzled and nipped the ivory body into a state of excruciating pleasure.
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Thranduil removed his leggings slowly, only partially aware of his surroundings. His distress over the evening�s conflict only slightly resolved, his mind was awash with thoughts of disaster averted, and issues still raging. �What if Legolas had lost control? What if the Peredhil twins had erupted at the insults? What shall I do with my bull-headed eldest son? Will he ever be fit to rule?�

Wrapping himself in a towel, he headed absently for a private pool, wishing to be alone with his thoughts, though he had been unable to bear the confines of his chambers. Moving instinctively through the seemingly empty caverns, his mind occupied, the king took several steps into the smallest room before becoming aware of his error.
Thranduil did not mean to intrude. He did not mean to stare. The functioning part of his mind screamed �Move, for Elbereth�s sake. Leave. Now!� His body, however, refused to listen. Caught in the same trance which often caused soldiers to stare at the carnage of a battle ended, he gaped in amazement at the scene playing out before him.
Legolas lay stretched on the floor of the chamber, his unbound hair shimmering like gold in the torchlight. His ivory body was liberally covered with rosy purple marks, visible even in the dim light of the cavern, his fingers laced firmly in the silken ebony locks that streamed over his writhing form.
One dark head moved languidly from one pierced nipple to the other, teeth tugging sharply, to be followed by a tongue lapping soothingly at the over-sensitive peaks. Another was visible between the tensed ivory thighs, moving rhythmically below the strong forearm that anchored the prince�s hips.
Thranduil stood rooted, unable to tear his eyes away as Legolas tossed his head mindlessly, whimpering moans and unintelligible pleas increasing steadily. �You must not see this! This is your son!�, the coherent part of his brain screamed in a last desperate plea, and his body finally stirred to answer, allowing a silent step of retreat�but it was too late.
With a keening cry the prince arched into a perfect bow, shuddering in an obviously brain-fogging release that left him limp and breathless. As both ebony heads moved up to nuzzle the flushed face, one pair of midnight-dark eyes locked on the slowly retreating king, meeting the wide emerald gaze in recognition. Thranduil stopped dead, recognizing the futility of flight.
Dropping his head to the crook of Legolas� neck, Elrohir was unsure whether to laugh or scream.

Deciding to take a conservative approach, he whispered softly, "�Las, we have company."
Still bemused after his explosive climax, the prince turned his head to press a lingering kiss to the elf-knight�s mouth. "Company?", he repeated docilely, "What sort of company?"
Elladan glanced up sharply as the whispered entreaty reached him, allowing the ear he had been nibbling to slide from his mouth in disbelief. "The difficult sort, anor n�n . �Tis your adar, �less I am caught in a nightmare."
Focus returned with admirable swiftness to the widened blue-green eyes. "Ada is here? In this room?"
As the twins nodded mutely, Legolas closed his eyes for a long moment. Sitting up gracefully, he reached for a towel, tossing the others to his companions. "�Tis an unanticipated visit, Ada," the prince said in a triumph of understatement.

"�Twas an unanticipated sight, ionen," Thranduil managed, rubbing his hand wearily over his eyes. "And I have suddenly lost my urge to bathe."
"We are quite finished here, h�ren ," Elrohir interjected. "We will leave you in peace."
The king turned his intense emerald gaze on the elf-knight, then on Elladan. "It appears to me, pen neth, that you are rather less than half-way finished. But I would advise that you reconvene in a more secluded area. Such as your chambers."
Raising one eyebrow in a veritable whirlwind of unspoken comment, Thranduil added, "I will speak with you tomorrow. All of you. In my study. After breakfast." Walking away, the king looked back and added, "Pleasant dreams."
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Elvish Translations:

ellyn - male elves

pen neth - young one

ernilen - my prince

elleth - female elf

Melin chen - I love you

anor n�n - my sun

h�ren - my lord

ellon - male elf

Mae govannen - well met

el n�n - my star

t�ren, t�r n�n - my brother

rohir n�n - my knight

Taur-na-Fuin - Mirkwood (wood of nightshade)

melethen - my love

mellynen - my friends

Ada, Adar - dad, father

ionen - my son
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