Mending a Heart

Chapter 11: Under the Moon and Stars

A week later, after the morning meal, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir went to the south garden to practice archery.

“He looks dreadful,” Elrohir whispered to Elladan.

“He hasn’t slept for a week,” Elladan replied, looking at Legolas who was walking ahead of the twins.

“Probably because he has been **up** all night with you,” Elrohir quipped.

“Nay,” Elladan said, ignoring his brother’s comment, “I fell asleep three nights ago. It would seem that I cannot keep up with the prince.”

“His pace is to your liking then?” Elrohir teased, smiling brightly.

“Elrohir, you are begging for a lashing,” Elladan spat scathingly.

“Indeed?” Elrohir said in mock amazement. “So you fancy a little pain? Well, I’m sure that Legolas could **rise** to the occasion. He is a magnificent warrior. I’m sure that he could wield a whip just as well as he wields a sword.”

Elladan jumped on top of Elrohir and began to grapple with him on the ground.

“What are you doing?” Legolas asked, walking over to the twins.

“Killing Elrohir,” Elladan said simply as he pinned his brother to the ground, “what does it look like?”

Legolas knelt down beside Elladan and put his forearm on his shoulder as Elrohir struggled unsuccessfully. “Don’t slay him just yet. Let us first practice archery, and then you can kill him if you wish.”

“Why?” Elladan asked, still holding his brother down. “Why must I wait? If I kill him now, then we will be able to rid ourss ofs of the body parts before we practice archery. If not, you will have a lot of explaining to do when you see Arwen. She will want to know why you have blood on your clothes.”

“You will have more to explain than I,” Legolas said earnestly. “You will have to justify your actions to your father, to Arwen, to Ellaria, to the duke. . . ”

“And I will soil my tunic,” Elladan said thoughtfully. “Very well, I shan’t kill him now. Maybe I could just hurt him a little.”

Elladan loosened his hold on Elrohir who took advantage of this and pinned his brother to the ground.

“Ha!” Elrohir exclaimed triumphantly. “I shall do the killing this day!”

Legolas laughed when Elladan managed to get loose from Elrohir’s grasp and began to grapple with Elrohir, once again, on the ground.

“Still wrestling, eh?” a beautiful male elf asked as he walked over to the small band of elves.

“Aye, Mander,” Elladan said scathingly. “And if you speak to anyone of this, I shall be sure that our wrestling will be the last thing that you ever see!”

“Ai!” Mander exclaimed in mock terror. “Methinks that you should save your hostility for the orcs or any other nasty beasts that would dare to threaten this fair land.”

“Perhaps you are right,” Elladan said as he and Elrohir stood up.

“The two of you are sorely missed,” Mander said kindly.

The twins smiled and Elrohir stepped forward. “Mander, this is Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Legolas, this is Mander, he is on the border patrol. He is one of Rivendell’s finest warriors.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Mander said, smiling brightly.

“And you,” Legolas said, smiling and regarding the warrior carefully. Mander was handsome. He was older than the twins and had a larger frame. His hair was dark brown and he had sparkling, bark colored eyes.

“Well, I best be off. I’m relieving Zera this morn and she will be quite annoyed if I am late,” Mander said cheerfully. “It was nice to meet you, Prince Legolas. Perhaps we can become better acquainted sometime.”

“Aye,” the prince remarked, smiling politely.

“Elladan, Elrohir, I look forward to youturnturn as guardsmen,” Mander said. “Until then. . . ”

“Aye, until then,” the twins said in unison.

Legolas watched Mander as he walked away. *So, Elladan and Elrohir are on the border patrol. I often wondered what they did before my arrival. They must have been relieved of duty because of me.*

Elladan stared at Legolas angrily as he watched the prince look at Mander. “He is handsome, isn’t he?”

“Aye,” Legolas remarked, being pulled from his thoughts.

“What!” Elladan shouted. “You think that Mander is handsome? Is that why you have that far off look on your face? Were you dreaming about his lips upon yours? Are you thinking about becoming **acquainted** with him?”

“Elladan. . .” Legolas said gently.

“Don’t use that sweet tone with me, Prince!” Elladan spat hotly. “Why don’t you put your tongue back in your mouth. The clouds were kind enough to water the grass only a couple of days ago. I doubt that it needs your assistance.”

“I wasn’t thinking about Mander,” Legolas said, meeting Elladan’s blazing eyes. “I was thinking about what he said. . . that you and Elrohir are on the border patrol.”

“Aye,” Elladan sneered, “do you wish to join? I hear that there will be a new position opening up soon, as Mander’s death will be quite a shock to everyone!”

“Why are you so angry?” Legolas asked indignantly. “I am a prince and have been in the company of many fair he and she elves. . .”

“Oh really?” Elladan fumed. “Well, I just wonder where an elf like me stands among **so** many comely beings.”

“You are in the forefront,” Legolas said simply. “There is no one fairer than you.”

“Humph,” Elladan muttered, even though he was very pleased that Legolas had called hiir. ir.

“Can we practice archery now?” Elrohir asked, shaking his head in exasperation.

“Aye,” Elladan said, “if it won’t be too much trouble for you, Legolas. I would hate for something as childish as archery to take your mind away from the many fair elves that you’ve encountered over the years.”

“Elladan,” Elrohir said warningly, “that is enough.”

Elladan sighed and looked at the ground in frustration while Legolas stared at him in incredulity.

They walked over to a large clearing and armed themselves with their bow and an arrow.

“Do you see the notch on the tree in the distance?” Elrohir asked.

“Aye,” Elladan and Legolas said in unison.

“That is our objective,” Elrohir said, holding up his bow.

Legolas and Elladan watched as Elrohir shot his arrow and hit the target with ease.

Elrohir smiled and looked at Legolas and Elladan who nodded in approval.

Elladan raised his bow and aimed at the tree. After pausing for only a moment, he shot his arrow. It struck the tree just to the right of Elrohir’s arrow.

Legolas raised his bow and fired the weapon without hesitation. The arrow sliced through the air and hit the target directly in the center of the notch.

Elrohir and Elladan looked at Legolas with approval.

“Your skills are unmatched,” Elrohir said in amazement. “I have never seen an archer as skilled as you.”

“Nor have I,” Elladan agreed.

“My skills are no greater than yours,” Legolas remarked earnestly. “It was only luck that allowed me to hit the target so accurately.”

“You are modest,” Elrohir said smiling, “and it is appreciated.”

“So, the two of you are on the border patrol?” Legolas asked, changing the subject.

“Aye,” the twins remarked as Elrohir took aim at another tree that was farther in the distance, firing with ease.

“I knew that Zera was on the border patrol as she often speaks about her duties.” Legolas said as Elladan took aim. “But I never asked Arwen or Ellaria what they do. I did not want to pry.”

“Arwen and Ellaria assist Father,” Elrohir replied as Elladan fired his arrow. “They are healers. . . they help him to mend wounded elves. Arwen is quite skilled as is Ellaria.”

“That is how Elrohir met Ellaria, you know,” Elladan said, looking at Legolas. “One day, when on a mission outside of Rivendell, Elrohir was injured. He went to see Father while I waited for him. I wondered what was taking so long. . . why it would take hours for his wound to be dressed. Anyway, when he reemerged, he floated out of the manor!” Elladan began to laugh.

Elrohir glowered at his brother and turned to face Legolas. “That’s not true! She was simply the most beautiful elf I had ever seen. Her beauty captivated me. You know Elladan, the way you felt about Legolas when you first met him.”

Elladan’s eyes widened and his face turned bright red.

Legolas smiled at Elrohir and then turned his attention to Elladan.

Elladan looked up and met Legolas’ eyes; they shared an intense stare.

“I do not know why it never occurred to me to ask about this before now,” Legolas said, shaking his head. “So you were all relieved of duty because of me,” Legolas said slowly.

“Father thought that we could entertain you,” Elrohir said simply. “And you must admit, Elladan is highly amusing.”

Legolas laughed and looked at Elladan who gave Elrohir a threatening look.

“I do not need to be watched over,” Legolas said seriously. “You may return to your duties, if you wish.”

“Shhh. . . “ Elladan said quickly. “I am enjoying spending time with you as are Elrohir and Arwen. You would ruin it for us if you allow your princely pride to get in the way. Please hold your tongue.”

Legolas sighed and raised his bow when Elrohir and Elladan looked over their shoulders quickly.

“What’s wrong?” the prince asked, lowering his weapon.

“We have company,” Elrohir said as Zera’s younger sister approached.

“Tialise,” Legolas said warmly, “how are you?”

“I am well,” Tialise remarked shyly.

“Did you need something?” Legolas asked.

“Nay, I just. . . I just. . . I. . . ” Tialise broke off and her face turned crimson.

“Aye,” Legolas said, giving his undivided attention.

“I just wanted to thank you for the flower and the note. . . I. . . I wish to take you up on your offer. . . if it is still alright,” Tialise said, avoiding the prince’s ey
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“Of course,” Legolas said smiling.

Elladan glared at Tialise and looked at Legolas in incredulity.

“You are quite good,” Tialise remarked. “You are a better archer than Zera. In fact, you are the best archer that I have ever seen.”

“Well, perhaps we will change that,” Legolas said, handing his bow to the young she-elf.

Elladan watched as Tialise tried to arm the bow unsuccessfully and blushed once again. He had never noticed how striking she was. With strawberry blonde, waist length hair and pale blue eyes, Tialise was simply adorable. Elladan hated her.

“I’m sorry,” Tialise said in embarrassment, “the bow that I have is smaller and lighter than this one.”

“’Tis my fault. Here,” Legolas said gently, “let me help you.” The prince stood close to Tialise and helped her to arm the bow. Putting his face next to hers, he carefully drew the perforator back as he explained softly about aim and accuracy.

Tialise didn’t seem to be listening, though. Instead, her eyes were closed as though being touched by Legolas was giving her more than a little pleasure.

“Release,” Legolas whispered in Tialise’s ear.

She let go and the arrow sliced through the air and hit a tree in the distance.

“Excellent!” Legolas said with approval. “You shall be an excellent student.”

Tialise beamed. “Well, I do not wish to keep you from your friends,” she looked at Elladan enviously. “I should go.”

“Alright,” Legolas said, smiling warmly.

Legolas watched as Tialise departed and turned to face the twins.

Elladan threw his bow on the ground and crossed his arms over his chest angrily.

“What’s wrong with you?” Legolas asked, looking at Elladan dismayed.

“Are you going to add her to the list of beauteous elves that you have encountered, Prince?” Elladan asked scathingly.

Legolas sighed and looked at Elladan in annoyance. “You are trying my patience, Elladan.”

“And you have tried mine. . . twice no less!” Elladan hollered.

“What have I done?” Legolas asked in disbelief.

“You had your hands all over that little elf. She is but a child, Legolas.” Elladan said angrily.

“I only showed her how to aim and fire an arrow,” Legolas explained in exasperation.

“Well, I assure you that she learned more than just shooting this day. Did you see the look on her face, Elrohir? She looked as though she were in ecstasy.”

Legolas looked at Elrohir who smiled and nodded.

“You gave her a note and a flower, eh Prince? And now she is going to take you up on some **offer**? What else will you educate her about, I wonder?” Elladan asked flatly.

“The letter and flower that she speaks of politely declined her offer to become more than friends,” Legolas said irritably. “If you recall, Tialise wanted to court me.”

“You have never given me a note. . . or a flower, for that matter,” Elladan pouted.

“You are jealous?” Legolas asked in incredulity. “I spend half of every day and every night with you.”

“I care not,” Elladan spat. “I do not want you to cozy up to that little she-elf again. I will not share you.”

“Elladan,” Legolas said, becoming angry, “you are not my keeper. I do not have to explain myself to you. I do not answer to you.”

“Yes you do!” Elladan exclaimed, becoming irate. “Yoe noe not to see her again. . . that little hussy! And that goes for Mander, too!”

“Are you questioning my honor?” Legolas asked, throwing his bow on the ground. “Elladan. . . ” Legolas said angrily, taking a step forward, but Elrohir stepped in between them.

“Legolas, allow me to speak with Elladan, alright?” Elrohir said quickly, deciding to diffuse the altercation before they came to blows.

Legolas sighed and shook his head with disgust. “Alright, I shall go back to the manor.” He took his weapon and stormed off, muttering something under his breath.

When the prince was in the distance, Elrohir turned to face Elladan. “Have you gone mad?”

“What?” Elladan asked in dismay. “This is your fault, Elrohir.”

“My fault?” Elrohir asked in shock. “Whatever did I do?”

“You told me that the prince would leave me and now it is all I can think about,” Elladan said in frustration.

“Well, he will leave you if you continue to act like a fool,” Elrohir said sternly. “And I never said that he **would** leave you. I simply said that he **may** leave you. I also pointed out that you should not run away from a relationship with him.”

“No matter,” Elladan said dismissively, “it is still your fault.”

“You can blame me if you wish,” Elrohir remarked, “but that will not make Legolas forgive your inexcusable behavior.”

Elladan sighed and looked at the ground. “I know. He probably won’t speak to me again.”

“He will,” Elrohir said smiling deviously. “The best thing about a disagreement is apologizing for the disagreement.”

Elladan looked at Elrohir pensively.

“It is very obvious to me as to why you are more insane than usual,” Elrohir stated plainly.

“And why is that?” Elladan asked defensively.

“You need release,” Elrohir remarked.

“Release? Release from what?” Elladan asked confused.

“Elladan! Are you really that dense?” Elrohir asked sarcastically. “You need to be bedded. . . and bedded well. You are courting the most handsome elf I have ever seen and you won’t even touch his member! You are so sexually frustrated that you are frustrating **me**!”

“I’m waiting for the right moment to become intimate with the prince,” Elladan said, looking at the disapproving expression on his brother’s face.

“Well, would you do something soon?” Elrohir asked in annoyance. “I have grown weary of the tension between the two of you.”

Elladan nodded slowly and sighed.

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That evening, Legolas became concerned when Elladan did not come to the evening meal. Even though the prince was still annoyed with him, he couldn’t help but wonder where he was.

Elrond and Arwen were also concerned about Elladan and inquired about his whereabouts.

Elrohir simply shrugged and said that Elladan was in a fell mood.

After dinner, Legolas pulled Elrohir aside. “Where is he, Elrohir? I wish to speak with him.”

“I’m not sure,” Elrohir replied. “He only said that he would away to the bluff. . . that he needed to think. . . that. . .” Elrohir broke off and watched as Legolas raced out of the manor.

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Elladan stood near the edge of the cliff, looking out over Rivendell. It was beautiful. The full moon illuminated the azure sky, and the stars winked encouragingly to a troubled male elf upon a cliff. Elladan could sense Legolas’ approach, and inhaled and exhaled loudly to calm himself.

Legolas saw Elladan standing at the edge of the precipice. He paused and looked in wonder at Elladan, who turned and smiled as the prince drew near. Elladan looked more handsome than ever in the moonlight. His dark brown hair and fair complexion shone, giving the elf an ethereal appearance; his piercing grey eyes seemed to smile, making Legolas wonder if he were akin to those heavenly beings the Gaidonians believed in.

“Hello,” Elladan said as Legolas came and stood beside him.

“Hello,” Legolas said gently.

Elladan hesitated for a few moments and then turned to face Legolas. “I am sorry for my behavior today,” he said sincerely. “I just want you all to myself. I acted. . . well, I acted as though I were much younger than Tialise. I hope that you will forgive me.”

Legolas sighed. “Elladan, you know that the only elf I desire to be with is you, and yet you do not trust me. Why?”

“I. . .I. . .” Elladan looked at the ground and tried to will himself to tell Legolas about his fears. . . about his mother, but he couldn’t.

“I forgive you,” Legolas said warmly, deciding not to insist that Elladan disclose whatever was truly ailing him. . . not yet.

Elladan smiled and sighed with relief. “Come here,” he said, moving behind Legolas and wrapping his arms around the prince’s waist. He pulled Legolas close and placed his chin on the prince’s left shoulder. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Elladan asked quietly, looking up at the sky.

“Aye,” Legolas agreed, enjoying the way Elladan’s arms felt around his waist. “So, what should we do now?”

“Would you allow me to comfort you?” Elladan asked as he kissed the sensitive tip of Legolas’ ear and then began to lick the tip slowly with his tongue.

“Elladan,” Legolas closed his eyes and moaned softly. “I do not need to be comforted. I am fine.”

“You haven’t been sleeping,” Elladan said gently. “Please, let me apologize to you. . . in my own way. Let me comfort you, this night.”

“Very well,” Legolas said reluctantly. “What do you want me to do?”

“Come sit with me,” Elladan said as he released Legolas and headed over toward a large tree.

The prince sighed and followed behind Elladan.

Elladan sat down and motioned for the prince to sit in between his legs.

Legolas sat down and rested his head on Elladan’s shoulder and looked up at the stars. “I want dessert.”

“What?” Elladan asked, chuckling.

“I was in such a hurry to find you that I did not have dessert,” Legolas said pitifully.

“Perhaps I can help you with that,” Elladan remarked as he moved his mouth to the prince’s earlobe and began to suck gently.

“Elladan,” Legolas said, moving away from him. The prince gave him an accusing look. “Please do not jest with me. . . not about this.”

“I’m not,” Elladan said, eyeing the prince hungrily.

Legolas’ eyes widened and then narrowed in disbelief. “Prove it, then,” Legolas challenged, using one of Elladan’s most frequent phrases.

“As you wish,” Elladan responded.

Elladan pulled the prince into his arms and began to kiss him fervently.

Legolas pulled away from Elladan and looked into his grey orbs. “You are serious,” the prince stated in amazement.

“Aye,” Elladan said, trembling with desire.

“Then I will partake of my dessert first,” Legolas said. Before Elladan could protest, the prince mounted Elladan, quickly sliding in between his legs.

Elladan gasped from shock when Legolas climbed on top of him so quickly. Only moments later, though, he had forgotten his initial alarm, as he was only aware of the pleasure coursing through his body.

Legolas kissed Elladan hungrily, sliding his tongue in the male’s sweltering mouth. The prince moved his pelvis against Elladan’s, making both elves moan as their members rubbed together.

Legolas moved from in between Elladan’s legs and sat up. He began to unbutton Elladan’s tunic quickly.

Elladan sat up attempting to assist Legolas, but before he knew what was happening, Legolas had removed his boots and was tugging at the waistband of his leggings. “Easy, Legolas,” he said, smiling as the prince unfastened and pulled the garment off roughly.

Legolas paused and looked at Elladan’s naked body. He licked his lips when he saw the male’s erect shaft. Unable to wait any longer, Legolas began to hurriedly undress himself.

“Here,” Elladan said, “let me. . . ”

“Elladan,” Legolas said in a threatening tone, “I have waited for this day for more than two months. I shan’t take any more orders from you. You offered me dessert and I shall have it.”

Legolas threw the remainder of his clothes on the ground and got on top of Elladan once again.

Elladan gasped when their naked bodies rubbed together, and couldn’t help but cry out when the prince began to lavish kisses on his neck.

Legolas kissed Elladan on the lips once again and pressed his pelvis forward. He could feel Elladan’s hard shaft pressing against him and moaned when Elladan bucked upward, causing the heads of their penises to rub together.

Legolas moved his mouth downward and began to kiss Elladan’s neck and then moved his mouth to one of the male’s hardened nipples.

Elladan moaned loudly and began to pant as Legolas sucked, licked and gently nibbled on each of the hard nubs on his chest. Elladan sat up slightly and watched as Legolas moved his lips down lower.

Legolas placed his tongue inside of Elladan’s navel and began to lick slowly. Elladan’s cries only encouraged the prince’s languid torment.

Elladan could feel his body trembling, and couldn’t wait until Legolas moved his mouth just a bit lower. . . to his throbbing need.

Legolas moved his mouth down further until he found the tip of Elladan’s hard organ. He licked the head of Elladan’s shaft and smiled when he heard the male beneath him cry out his name.

Elladan writhed slowly as Legolas continued his torture.

Legolas licked Elladan’s member, moving his tongue up and down the shaft. When the prince reached the tip, he placed the head into his mouth and began to suck leisurely.

“Legolas, oh Legolas!” Elladan moaned, bucking his hips upward, forcing his penis deeper into the prince’s willing mouth.

Legolas didn’t mind Elladan’s sudden movement. The prince continued to suck fervently and slid the male’s member in and out of his mouth.

Elladan arched his back and closed his eyes tightly; he could feel himself losing control. “Wait,” Elladan said breathlessly, “Legolas, wait.”

The prince reluctantly removed his mouth from Elladan’s shaft and looked up at him lustfully.

“I wish to have a taste of dessert, now, Prince,” Elladan said, panting softly. He smiled deviously and pushed Legolas back on the soft grass abruptly.

“Elladan,” Legolas protested, “I’m not done with my dessert yet.”

“I should say not!” Elladan remarked teasingly. “I only want to have a taste of **my** special treat. Why is it you get to have dessert and I do not? After all, I thought that you agreed to allow me to comfort you this night?”

“To be sure,” Legolas said, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at Elladan with amusement. “You may have a taste of dessert, Elladan, as long as you realize that I have waited to ravish you for quite some time. I shall finish my dessert first.”

Elladan nodded slowly. He was hoping to change the prince’s mind.

Legolas looked at Elladan and laid back on the grass expectantly.

Wasting no time, Elladan began to caress the prince’s rigid member, paying special attention to the tip of Legolas’ shaft.

“Ell. . . ” Legolas moaned, gyrating his hips in time to Elladan’s ministrations.

Elladan wrapped his hand around the prince’s shaft tightly and began to move his hand up and down.

“Elladan,” Legolas groaned, digging his nails into the ground, trying hard to still his rotating hips. “That’s enough,” Legolas stated, removing Elladan’s hand from around his aching member. “Let me finish what I started.”

“I haven’t even tasted my dessert yet,” Elladan said simply as he mounted the prince carefully and eased himself in between Legolas’ legs.

Legolas bit his lower lip as Elladan thrust his pelvis forward, rubbing the males’ hard shafts together.

Elladan’s lips met the prince’s as they kissed passionately. He broke the kiss and moved his way down Legolas’ body, lavishing kisses upon the trembling prince.

“Oh. . . oh. . . ” Legolas moaned as Elladan placed the tip of the prince’s member into his mouth.

Elladan took Legolas’ entire length into his mouth and sucked vigorously.

“Mmmm. . . please,” the prince pleaded as he laced his fingers in Elladan’s hair.

Elladan continued to suck on Legolas’ member and then began to stroke the prince’s twin sacks.

Legolas inadvertently bucked his hips upward, and called out Elladan’s name. The prince could feel his release drawing near, and thus, carefully removed himself from Elladan’s mouth.

Elladan looked at Legolas accusingly. He hadn’t changed the prince’s mind.

Legolas smiled and gently pushed Elladan onto his back.

“I want you,” the prince said softly.

Elladan smiled lustfully at Legolas and grasped the prince’s hand. Elladan kissed Legolas’ fingers softly and then placed three of them into his mouth. Elladan removed the prince’s fingers, laid back and spread his legs apart as an invitation to Legolas.

On cue, the prince placed one finger at Elladan’s opening, pushing inside carefully.

Elladan closed his eyes tightly at the intrusion, but soon relaxed.

Legolas inserted another finger, and then another, stretching Elladan gently.

Elladan bit his lower lip as the prince probed deep inside him, but then let out a cry of pleasure when the prince touched the sweet spot within him. “Please Legolas,” Elladan begged softly, “please.”

Legolas nodded and positioned himself in a kneeling position in between Elladan’s legs. He spread some of the moisture that had formed on the tip of his member over his shaft and raised Elladan’s buttocks up a bit. Slowly, he began to slide inside of Elladan.

Elladan winced and looked at Legolas nervously, but the prince stroked his hair and face reassuringly.

Legolas waited until Elladan had relaxed and then began to thrust his hips slowly.

Elladan moaned and writhed slowly, matching the prince’s movements.

Legolas began to thrust a bit faster as Elladan’s pleas and his warm tightness took him to the edges of his sanity. Legolas could feel his peak’s rapid approach and grasped Elladan’s shaft hoping to bring him to his peak as well.

Legolas’ double assault took Elladan over the edge as he exploded, screaming Legolas’ name as he came.

Legolas could feel Elladan’s anus tighten around his member and the prince trembled as he spilled his seed inside of Elladan. He removed his shaft from his lover and collapsed next to Elladan, panting heavily. He rolled over onto his side and Elladan positioned himself behind him.

Elladan wrapped his arms around Legolas as they lay in silence.

“That was the best dessert I’ve ever had,” Legolas said quietly.

Elladan laughed softly and pulled Legolas close. “I made it myself,” Elladan quipped playfully.

“I would like to have dessert with you again in the near future,” Legolas said, caressing the arms that held him so closely.

“Aye,” Elladan said hungrily, “and when can I finish **my** dessert?”

“Whenever you choose,” Legolas replied sleepily.

They lay in silence for a few moments.

“I want my dessert now, Legolas. Legolas?” Elladan rose up and looked at the prince who was sleeping soundly. “I want dessert, too, Legolas,” he complained. He shook Legolas gently and watched as the prince turned over and faced him. He smiled warmly when he saw how peacefully Legolas was sleeping. Without another word, Elladan pulled him into an intimate embrace. In no time, he too was sleeping soundly under the moon and stars.

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TBC. . .