A Healing Touch

Hey people! So I was sitting in front of my t.v. all night with my lizard perched on my shoulder, completely bored out of my mind, so I decided to just add this chaptAlasAlas, there is nothing good on at 3-5 am. (I'm a night hawk, in case you were wondering.) Anyway, enjoy.

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Dreemseer: Thank you. The wait is over! The slashy goodness is here!!!

Zoe: Awe... thank you so very much. And don't worry, more slash to come.

Steph: My holiday was great, thanks, as I hope was yours. And wow, that's quite a compliment, I could kiss you! I feel so happy now, and I'll be sure to check out this fic 'Wish Upon the Stars'. Sounds promising.

Relenquinix: Lol, you are absolutely right and I am so sorry. I know guys read slash, I just didn't think any guys would be reading MY fic. Don't worry, I love the guys too.
Lol, and I know what you mean about the homone thing, but remember, Legolas isn't solely acting like this because of puberty, he's under a lot of pressure and thats enough to cause mood swings, in men or women.
But for the record, Legolas may not be completely broke, but he was badly damaged by what the orc did, and since elves usually die when their raped, he is very lucky to be alive. But even with the aid of his family in Rivendell, that still doesn't take away the pain of being rejected by your natural family. (I was adopted, so I know what its like to feel rejected or abandoned even with a family that loves you.)
But on another note, one of my friends, (a guy) was raped when he was a kid, and though he didn't turn out... feminine, I guess we could call it, he would have mood swings and get very nervous around people. He's a very 'keep to himself' kind of guy.
But anyway, I know you're not trying to be mean, and I don't take offence what so ever. As fellow authors its our job to critique each other. LOL, and don't worry. I WILL be keeping them male.

Mawgy: LOL, you are always such a pleasure to be around, you just always seem to brighten my mood, Mawgy. Anyway, I didn't make you cry this time? Damn, guess I'll have to try harder next time, though I doubt this chapter will make you bawl your eyes out either.
Yes! Cartoons rule! Can't imagine living without them. Lol, personally my favourite disney movie is Bambi, I would watch that all the time when I was a kid! Dumbo comes in second place and Lady and the Tramp in third. Fox and the Hound was pretty cute too, lol.
Erestor is sooo fun to write, lol. But he is a gentleman in my eyes, and he did cover the elflings view from all those elf chicks to save them their dignity. (Not getting a good view of the maidens was only half the reason, lol) But Ive all ready written about sixteen chapters to this story, but if you really want to, in the chapters I am now working on I guess I'll but a bit of slash between him and Lindir if you want. Anyway, heres your next chapter, enjoy!

mel: Don't worry, Legolas stays the whoooole time in Rivendell, but occasionally goes home to visit ada and his brothers,lol. Im glad you're liking it so far.

Lupusdragon: Thank you, glad you're enjoying it. LOL, personally I loved the 'That is disgusting! Why would anyone want to do that?' part. It was a similar reaction I had in school when I was about eight or nine.

Silent Archer: Open minded is good! It's very useful when you're trying to worm your way out of not getting killed, lol. Don't worry, it's not the end, theres still looots of chapters to go... for the record, did you end up reading the bit of slash? lol.

Kuba: Wow is right. I don't know what to say, you've rendered me speechless, thank you so much, and I'm glad you like it.

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Disclaimer: ....I don't even know why I bother.

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After five years that Legolas was living in Rivendell, lord Elrond had received a message from Mirkwood saying that Thranduil’s middle son, Tallen, was coming to bring his brother home for four months to become re-acquainted with his home and family. The Mirkwood king still sometimes had violent mood swings, this was true, but it was nothing compared to the first few years of his wife's death. So, with some reluctance, Elrond heeded the lord’s will.

And so that was how it had been until the day Legolas had reached his majority. Once every year for four months, Legolas would be brought back to the woodland realm. Then after the four months were up, Glorfindel would be sent to bring him back... and was to be due back today, in fact.

Elrond watched from where he was standing at the steps of his palace awaiting Legolas and Glorfindel’s return. The prince had only just reached his coming of age this year, yet he was still so young and still had much to learn. He had never truly gotten over the orc attack and was still painfully fragile. Even though Legolas had reached his majority, he still preferred to resign in Rivendell none the less, especially after the young prince had seen how violent Thranduil had become and Elrond often wondered if the elfling had ever regretted wanting to return home all those centuries ago, though he doubted it. Legolas still greatly loved his father, no matter how violent he could be.

Elrond was snapped out of his reverie when he heard hoof beats approaching. He looked up and watched in silence as two golden haired elves rode up on magnificent white horses. He extended the steps as Legolas and Glorfindel came to a halt in front of him and dismounted. The younger elf gracefully bowed to him when the Lore Master had reached the bottom and Elrond arched an eyebrow. Legolas had changed much, he silently noted. Instead of the little, nervous, shy, adorable child that he once was, he was now a handsome, graceful, respectable and a very skilled young warrior.

Elrond pulled Legolas into a tight hug, ignoring the gasp of surprise that left his lips at both his sudden movement and the public display of affection. Elrond had always loved Legolas like a son, treating him of one of his own and always very protective of him. Though lately he felt like it was something more, not just the paternal love he had developed for the boy, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The elfling would often gaze at the elf lord when he thought he didn’t notice, his bright blue eyes reflecting several emotions all at once, and he would also find some small excuse or another to spend time with him, occasionally blushing if they were to accidentally touch and stammer in apology. This behaviour was odd, the elfling was seldom nervous in his presence, but as of late he was completely agitated. No use on dwelling on this now, the Noldor thought, he would speak to him later. For now he would just relish in the prince’s return.

He brushed the thought off as Legolas gratefully returned the embrace but the elf lord sensed some distress from the youngster. A feeling of tenseness, restraint almost. There was a nervousness in his shy, tired looking eyes, and if he didn’t know any better, Elrond could have sworn that Legolas was having difficulty breathing in his arms. Not quite certain what was wrong, but not wishing to embarrass the prince in the company of others, he ignored the feeling for now and released his hold on the young Sindar. "Welcome home, penneth. How was your ride back? I trust you haven’t run into any problems."

Legolas simply shook his head. "Nay, my lord. All is well." ElroElrond nodded, though he felt as if the elfling was keeping something back from him. "That is well." He turned his attention to Glorfindel, hoping that he could tell him something that the younger elf could not. "and you, Glorfindel, how do you fare?"

Glorfindel smiled. "Well, thank you, Elrond." again the elf lord nodded before turning back to Legolas.

"Well, Legolas, it’s nice to see tha-"

Elrond was cut off when two identical figures ran into the prince, tackling him to the ground. Elrond blinked. The three young elves on the ground wrestled for several seconds before Elladan was on the bottom, Elrohir on top and together, hugging Legolas in between the two of their bodies. "Our little leaf is back!" exclaimed Elrohir as he ruffled the young prince's hair.

"Ai! Off me!" Legolas chuckled, "you two should act more your age. Sometimes one would think you are younger than I!" the three laughed merrily as they stood and brushed themselves off.

The twins then turned mischievous eyes towards the seneschal. "Don’t even think about it." he warned.

Elrond sighed, trying to hide his own amusement. "Alright that’s enough, you two. Glorfindel and Legolas have had a long ride and are probably weary. Quit mauling them and leave them be." he then turned back to both golden haired elves. "Go to your chambers and rest. Elladan and Elrohir will take your horses to the stables for you."

The elder twin patted Legolas’ steed affectionately on her hocks. "Yes," he added, "and after you have relaxed some, you must tell us about your trip." with that the two brothers guided the horses to the stables.

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Elrond accompanied the prince to his quarters and helped him carry and unpack his belongings. Legolas looked very tired, he had noted earlier in the courtyard, and troubled for that matter. "Legolas," Elrond said gently, breaking the silence. "Is there something wrong?"

The younger elf looked up from where he was folding his clothes and placing them in a chest at the foot of his bed. He stared at the Lore Master several moments, a battle appearing to wage in his eyes. "Nay, lord Elrond, I am fine." he lied. Elrond saw right through him and gave him a disbelieving look. Legolas was never a good liar.

He walked up to where Legolas was kneeling and closed the chest so the princeling would give him his undivided attention. "Legolas, something is wrong. I know there is, I can see it in your eyes.” Several things went through Elrond’s mind, but his latter thought almost frightened him. “Did... your father hurt you at all?" Elrond asked in a gentle voice.

Legolas looked almost mortified that Elrond would even think such a thing. "Nay!" he cried, then lowered his voice. "Nay, my lord. 'Tis nothing of the sort. I just-" Legolas cut himself off and looked down at the floor, not able to meet the elf lord's eyes and blushed.

Elrond put a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up into his kind eyes. "You what, Legolas?"

Legolas took a heavy, shuddering sigh. He knew the Lore Master would not yield until he gave him a truthful answer, and though the truth not only embarrassed him but annoyed him to no end, he was forced to obey his lord’s demand. "I ...have been having disturbing dreams as of late."

Elrond nodded before he gently guided Legolas to stand and over to the bed and sat him down with him. Side by side, Elrond placed a comforting hand over Legolas' which laid in his lap. "Tell me. What were they about, penneth?"

The elfling seemed to tense. "I would rather not talk about it, my lord." his voice cracked a bit.

Elrond stroked his thumb over the prince’s hand. This was troubling Legolas greatly. "Please, Legolas. It will help to talk about it. You know you may speak with me about anything. You must tell me for your own good. I may be able to help you."

Legolas bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled a deep breath before he opened his mouth. "It-- it was the night when my mother was killed. I remember every detail. The way she kept me behind her trying to protect me, the way she tried to fight off the orc, and the way she shrieked when the orc stabbed her-" the prince suddenly stifled a sob into his clenched hand.

The Lore Master rubbed a soothing hand over the smaller elf’s back, urging him to continue. "There’s more, isn't there, Legolas?"

Legolas nodded and fought off the urge to whimper before he continued. "It was so real. Everything was so distinct, Elrond. It was like exactly what happened. Every detail was so vivid. Even the pain felt real. I-- I remember the orc. The way he pinned me to the floor with his heavy bond lnd large hands bruising me painfully. The way it tore my clothing roughly away from my body using its teeth. I remember the fear I felt, and the way I cried out to my father. I remember the feeling of the orc's large claw plunging into my body. Ai, Elrond!” he cried. “I remember ... I remember the searing burning pain, it was so unlike any battle wound I have ever received in my life. I remember that the pain was so great I nearly left consciousness, and I remember the feeling of blood dripping down my legs and then... I remember the body falling over me, dead."

Legolas could keep the sobs at bay no longer and He broke down crying right into the elf lord’s awaiting arms. Elrond held the prince and let him cry, rubbing his back and whispering nonsense into his ear. There was a sudden small noise at the door, causing the Lore Master to look up and meet the eyes of his seneschal. Glorfindel walked into the room and sat down beside the pair, on the right side of Legolas, and placed a comforting hand on his thigh.

"How much have you heard, meleth-nin?" Elrond asked.

Glorfindel looked down at the still sobbing form curled up in Elrond's embrace. "I’ve heard enough to know what’s been troubling our young prince. He has been restless in his sleep since we started off from Mirkwood palace. I have tried confronting him about it but he would some way or another avoid the questions asked." Glorfindel sighed. "Now I know. He has been re-living passed memories. What ought we to do, Elrond?"

Elrond shook his head. "I know not, Glorfindel. All we can do is be here for him." Legolas had eventually stopped crying during the two Eldars talk. Both elf lords noticed this and looked down into a pair of blue, swollen eyes. "Better?" Elrond asked.

Legolas nodded and seemed to blush as he turned his eyes downcast, raising his upper half from the elf lord’s lap. "Aye, my lord. Thank you."

Elrond smiled slightly. "There is no need to be embarrassed, little one. You needed that."

Legolas turned to look at Glorfindel who nodded in agreement "That’s right, Legolas. We are both here for you if you ever need someone to talk to. Don’t forget that."

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Later that day, Glorfindel was outside under the old willow tree that he and Legolas has spent so much time together under when he was but a child. The seneschal appeared to be deep in thought. Poor Legolas. That terrible day long ago in Mirkwood that they had fought so hard to overcome had come back to haunt the boy and now they found themselves back at the beginning. They would have to help Legolas overcome that dreadful day all over again and now that the prince was an adult it would be even more difficult. What were they going to do?

A voice behind him cleared his throat, snapping Glorfindel out of his reverie. He turned to face the gaze of lord Elrond who came and sat beside his lover. They were both silent for a second or two as the seneschal gazed off into the distance. "What are you thinking, my friend?" Elrond finally asked.

"Legolas." the elder elf mumbled. Elrond nodded in understanding.

"The young prince has been through much in his short life but we will be here for him when he needs us, but we must give him time to come to us."

"And what if he does not come to us, Elrond?"

"Then we will go to him. But we must not push him, Glorfindel. Not unless we have no other choice. We will help him one way or another."

Glorfindel nodded. "Where is he now?"

"He is in the archery range practising with Elrohir and Elladan. He has become quite the archer, his aim is impeccable thanks to your training. Don't tell Elladan I said this, but he has become even more skilled than him."

Glorfindel nodded but remained silent. Elrond then patted his seneschal on the knee. "Come, meleth-nin. It is almost time for dinner." The two stood in unison and headed off towards the palace.

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Legolas was dreaming again. He thrashed around violently in his sleep, calling out to his mother who wasn’t there. These horrific dreams seemed set on disturbing him. It was the orc again...

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"Please, please stop!" the little Legolas cried. His mother was roughly thrown against the wall and the orc rammed into her, and with a sickening crack, her rib caged shattered underneath the pressure. Legolas tried to run to her, he tried to pick up his feet, move his arms, but his body would not cooperate and seemed as if it was frozen in place.

Suddenly the ground shifted, and the elfling’s mother transformed into him, but no longer as a child but the wrrior elf he was now, and the settings changed from his torn, bloody room to a dark, bear chamber. Legolas grunted when he was roughly thrown to the floor, held down by the orc’s weight. He struggled to get up but the attempt was futile, pinned under the beast’s massive form. The orc roughly sank its fangs into Legolas's neck, causing him to cry out. The prince kept on struggling, kicking and twisting his body around in a desperate effort to escape. He then met the eyes of his captor and suddenly those deep yellow eyes turned into orbs of grey, and its body turned from the hideously ugly looking creature, into the muscular, but lithe, graceful form of lord Elrond.

And Legolas' body was not his own anymore but the battle hardened, elegant body of Glorfindel. The settings seemed to change again as well. Instead of the dark, dank room, it was Elrond's massive chamber.

Elrond and Glorfindel were laying together on the bed, kissing and touching each other, wriggling into each others touch, while moaning and growling. Elrond mounted Glorfindel then, and pushed his hard long shaft into Glorfindel's tight opening. The funny thing was though, Legolas thought amidst the horror of the strange act, was that they both seemed to be enjoying it. The seneschal’s joyful moans only seemed to intensify when they quickened their pace and with a shuddering growl, Glorfindel spurted his hot, creamy seed over his belly. Elrond then groaned as he, himself began to convulse and then collapse on top of Glorfindel.

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Legolas woke up with a gasp, his body shooting up into a sitting position.*What in Arda was that?* he thought to himself. The prince wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow with one pale, trembling hand. It was then that he noticed a warm, damp feeling between his legs and looked down. His bed covers were caked with a hot, white, sticky substance. Legolas' eyebrows knitted together in total confusion. *What in Arda?*

At that moment, both Elrond and Glorfindel burst through the room, both still in their night robes, and if Legolas was not so distraught, he would have noticed their flushed skin and swollen lips. "Legolas, are you alright?" Elrond exclaimed. "We heard you cry out."

"I-- I am not sure, my lord." he replied, still staring at the spot on his bed. Glorfindel and Elrond both met his gaze, a look of understanding immediately taking hold of their features. "Legolas," Glorfindel said quietly, "do you mean to tell me that you have never in your life had a wet dream?"

Legolas looked up at the elder elf lord at this new revelation. "A what?" he asked almost incredulously

The seneschal sighed. "I'll take that as a 'No'."

*Of course,* thought Elrond, *not once do I remember him coming to me asking me of such things. I suppose the incident when he was a child made him refuse to acknowledge his sexuality out of fear. I suppose Glorfindel never explained this to him in that little ‘lesson’ of his* Out loud he said, "Come, Legolas, there is something we should discuss… You may wish to change first." He indicated to the stain on the front of his night gown.

Legolas nodded in embarrassment and did so, casting his eyes to the floor in shame.

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"'Tis nothing to be ashamed of, Legolas," Elrond told the young elf, "It happens to everyone."
The prince was sitting beside Glorfindel on the edge of Elrond's bed while the elf lord, himself, was pacing in front of the two.

"But, my lord, I have not touched myself, nor has any other. Why would I-- er-- how could this have happened?" Legolas was turning a bright scarlet to the very tips of his pointed ears, as he kept his gaze on his knees, too ashamed to meet the eyes of either elf.

"Sometimes, Legolas, erotic dreams can cause such an occurrence. These are called 'wet dreams'. Perhaps if you told us what your dream was about, we would be able to understand a little better why this happened."

If it were possible, Legolas seemed to turn an even brighter shade of red but still did not meet the elf lord's gaze as he fidgeted with his hands. "I don’t believe I can, lord Elrond. It is ... rather embarrassing." he all but whispered.

"You have naught to be embarrassed about, Legolas." said Glorfindel. "Everybody entertains erotic thoughts every now and then. We won't think any less of you for it. Please tell us."

Legolas released a slow sigh. This was going to be difficult. How was he supposed to tell lord Elrond and lord Glorfindel that he was having perverted dreams about them? He gulped hard, refusing to meet the eyes of the two elf lords. "At first it was the same dream as always. The orc attacking my mother and then taking me against my will. But this time... this time it was different." he sighed again and bit his lip before continuing. "My body turned into yours, lord Glorfindel... and the orc transformed into you, lord Elrond." A shudder suddenly coursed through the prince’s body. Elrond and Glorfindel glanced at each other with blank expressions but said nothing as Legolas continued. "You-- you were mounted upon Glorfindel, lord Elrond. You.... you were kissing each other and touching each other and-- and your-- you were .... inside of him. But you both were enjoying it. You were both moaning and growling in pleasure and I -- I'm sorry." he whispered the last words, the dark shade of red on his face ever increasing. He rested his head in his hand and struggled to regain his composure under the scrutiny of the other elves.

Glorfindel rested a hand on the prince’s back, his next words surprising the younger elf. "There is nothing to be sorry for, Legolas. It’s alright."

Elrond nodded in agreement. "Aye, Legolas. This is nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes we dream such things to imagine different aspects and alternatives to our lives. In other cases, like yours, I believe that you were having these dreams because this is a part of your life that you have been trying to suppress and you are afraid of it because of what happened so long ago."

Legolas looked up slowly in disbelief. "You are not angry with me?"

"Of course not.” the elf lord sternly replied. His next words were more gentle, and he spoke them carefully. “Tell me, Legolas, just out of curiosity, do you find Glorfindel or myself attractive?"

Legolas nearly gaped. He couldn’t believe lord Elrond just asked him that. But being the Lore Master’s eyes practically demanded an answer, and the prince was not about to displease his lord. After all, he was only trying to help him. "I--I-- you are both very attractive, yes." he felt the familiar flush to his cheeks again.

Elrond nodded. Glorfindel smirked. The elf lord then licked his lips before he continued. All the prince’s most recent behaviour finally making sense. He was all the more careful with his next words, a part of him fearing he might frighten the boy off. "Tell me something else, penneth. Do you love either of us?"

Legolas was stunned, to say the least. His eyes grew wide with panic and his heartbeat was exceedingly rapid. He knew his true feelings but to admit them to the elf lords would only bring him pain. These two elves practically raised him! They thought of him as a son. They couldn’t possibly have the same feelings for him, and he did not wish to lose what love they held for him. But then.... why were they asking him these things? He raced through his mind for a response. "Of course I love you. You both raised me and-"

"Nay, Legolas, you know what I mean. Are you IN love with either of us?"

The prince, now very close to hyperventilating, shot up from his seat. "I--I have to go. I promised Arwen I would go riding with her this morn." Like a bat out of hell, Legolas took off through the doors.

All was quiet in the spacey bedroom for several moments as the two elves stared after the elfling’s form until Glorfindel finally spoke. "Well that went rather well. Perhaps we should take his refusal to answer the question as a positive response." Glorfindel smirked.

Elrond crossed his arms and nodded. "He is frightened, Glorfindel. I can understand why. He fears pain and rejection. If only there was a way to reach him. To teach him not to fear these urges. Now that he is of age he will not be able to hide from these feelings much longer."

Glorfindel was silent for a long while. "We can help him, Elrond. We could do for him, what I did for you after Celebrian left these shores. We could take care of him, make love to him. Teach him that it’s not something to fear. Show him that he is truly loved, not just for his body but for he, himself. "

Elrond's head snapped up at the suggestion. "Are you mad, Glorfindel? We raised that boy. Other than Arwen and the twins, we are the only ones he trusts. To take advantage of him like that--"

"We would not be taking advantage of him, Elrond. He wants this just as much as you and I."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh come off it, Elrond. I see the way you look at him as of late. ‘Tis the look one gets when they know which is the person they wish to spend the rest of their lives with. I feel that too whenever I look at him and I have seen him throw lustful gazes in both our directions as well, as you and I share the same longing look when we gaze upon each other. He is no longer a child. And it's not only the paternal instinct you feel for him anymore, admit it."

Elrond stared uncertainly at his lover. Legolas would trust them with this he knew, as long as they were careful. It was obvious that the prince would never willingly choose to wed, the orcs damaged his spirit far too much to allow that to happen. Perhaps this would be for the best? If they bonded to him, it would be for ever, and then he would always be in their protection. They could deny it all they wished, but the fact was that Legolas had an internal wound that would never fully heal. If anyone were to take the elfling’s virginity, it would be best if it were them to do it where he was comfortable in a safe in a protective and familiar embrace where no one would ever dare harm their little Greenleaf. The elf lord finally sighed in acceptance. "And how would we come about convincing him to do this?"

Glorfindel smiled impishly. "The same way I convinced you so long ago."

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Legolas was ted ted on Skylenar's back, riding through the forest with Arwen in the lead, who was riding her bay stallion, Valentino. The prince was extremely quiet this morning even for him, which did not slip the Evenstar’s notice.

"Legolas," she suddenly said, "is something the matter?"

Legolas jumped slightly at the sudden voice, causing his horse to startle slightly, and looked up at her. "Nay, Arwen. It's just..."

"Just what, Legolas?"

"Well ...” he would not tell her. He would not tell the lady, whom was like an older sister to him, that he was madly in love with her father and his most trusted seneschal. But perhaps she could be of some help. “have you ever felt love for somebody and wanted to tell them, but feared the consequences?”

Arwen suddenly smiled in understanding "Aye, Legolas. Though I have not been in love much, I understand what you mean. When I was a young child I remember being infatuated with Rumil of Lorien." Arwen smiled at the fond memory.

"Rumil!?" Legolas exclaimed, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Do not make fun! I was a young girl then. And what is so wrong with Rumil, anyway?"

Legolas shook his head, smirking. "Nothing. Nothing at all. But aside from infatuation, have you ever been truly in love?"

Arwen rolled her eyes before continuing. "Once, yes. He was a rather handsome elven warrior. Long dark hair, hazel eyes, a strong build. Yes, I was madly in love with him."

"What did you do?"

"I told him, though he kindly rejected me. He was already engaged with another she-elf. I admit I was greatly disappointed and a little hurt but I moved on. And in a way I’m glad I told him."

The younger elf’s brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Why?"

"Because," Arwen sighed. "I would have spent the rest of my life wondering if he felt the same way about me and that’s a torture all on its own. He did tell me he was flattered and if he was not already in a relationship he would have been in my arms in a second. Don’t get me wrong, Legolas, I felt like the biggest fool, but it’s better to get the answers you want rather than wonder for the rest of your life what could have been."

Legolas nodded slowly. Maybe Arwen was right. Maybe admitting to being in love was worth the humiliation. Another thought struck him. "What about ... if the one whom you are in love with is of the same gender?" Legolas blushed.

Arwen responded with a kind smile. "If you were of the race of man it would not be allowed. It is against their laws to wed the same sex. For some reason they believe that females were strictly created for males. But that is not so with us. It does not matter whom it is that we desire as long as we truly love the other. There is only a small minority of elves who do not believe in same sex bondage."

“What if… if you love two at the same time?”

“Well it’s not unheard of for elves to share a triple bondage, but the feelings of love must be strong. There must be no jealousy, nor favouritism for one or the other. The feeling towards all three parties must be equal. But remember this, Legolas, elves mate for life. Once you bond there is no way out.” The she-elf sighed sadly. “unless, of course, one of the couple dies. My mother did not fall into the Halls of Mandos after she was molested,” Legolas flinched at those words, and Arwen felt slightly guilty but she continued. “but she could no longer bear my father’s or anyone else’s touch. They had no choice but to end their relationship.”

Legolas’ own heart contracted in sympathy. He knew the pain of losing a mother, and couldn’t help but feel guilty for having these feelings for the fair elf’s father. And even though it was long ago, the memories of the Eldar could remember a day as if it only happened the day before. Would Arwen begrudge him, he wondered? And the twins? The thoughts were painful, and he felt he could not dwell on them. Undomiel’s next words nearly startled the prince off his horse’s back. “I would not resent you if you pursued my father and Glorfindel, Legolas.” Legolas’ stunned face caused her to break out into a musical laugh. “What? Do you not believe I don’t know what is going on in my own home?”

“But—“the prince stammered. “but Elladan and Elrohir…”

“Don’t know.” Arwen finished. “And they must not, Legolas. They would react most wrathfully. They do not understand as I do. Ada needs companionship. As do you. They love you, Legolas. I see it in their very beings. And I know the feelings are mutual.” Legolas lowered his eyes, distracting himself by weaving a small braid into his mare’s mane. “They will take care of you, Legolas. You’ve no need to be afraid. You cannot deny your feelings forever. And I think they could make room for one more in their hearts.” The prince’s hands froze, and he slowly lifted his eyes to meet his companion’s. He said nothing but slowly nodded his head ait hit his lower lip. Arwen nodded in silent encouragement and her ruby lips seemed to quirk almost in a smile. The young elf would need time to process all of this, so she decided to give him space for his personal thoughts and changed the subject completely. "Come, Legolas, let us be off. I wish to go into the berry bush and pick strawberries." The prince smiled slightly and cocked his head in agreement.

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It was late. Legolas was laying silently in his bed but could not seem to fall asleep and his nostrils flared slightly as he sighed in annoyance. He was never going to fall asleep. His thoughts were too focussed on Arwen's words. He startled suddenly when there was a knock against the doorframe. Legolas's brow furrowed. Who would be up at this time of night? He pushed his thoughts aside. "Enter." he called.

Elrond and Glorfindel pushed past the tapestry and the prince immediately went to stand up but held his position when Elrond held up a hand. "Peace, Legolas, we only wish to talk."

"That is well. I was hoping to speak with you as well."

Elrond nodded as he and Glorfindel both took a seat on either side of the elfling and he seemed to tense at the close contact. Elrond took a deep breath before he spoke. "Legolas, I realize that you are frightened and with good reason, but sooner or later you will realize that you will want to be in a relationship with someone, but your fear is holding you back. You may not understand love after what happened to you, but-"


"On the contrary, lord Elrond. I understand love perfectly," Legolas sighed. "and I believe the reason why I would not answer your question earlier was .... because I was afraid of the outcome." he whispered.

Elrond raised an eyebrow. This wasn't going exactly as planned but it was a start. "Oh? Then, penneth, I will ask you again. Do you love either of us?"

Looking at him with teary eyes, Legolas responded. "Yes, lord Elrond, I do truly love you both but--"

"But what, penneth?" Glorfindel asked gently, "tell us."

"but," Legolas choked on a sob, "I am afraid." he whispered. Elrond and Glorfindel gave each other a heart felt look before Glorfindel pulled Legolas to his breast and held him while the prince tightly clutched his robe.

Elrond gently pulled the young elf’s hair away from his face before he lay down on one side of the bed while Glorfindel guided the younger elf to the centre of the bed with him, laying on the other side so Legolas was in the middle of the two. "Legolas," Glorfindel gently stroked his cheek while he was facing him, "You know we would never hurt you, don’t you?" Legolas timidly nodded, truth shining in those sky blue orbs.

Elrond then spooned behind the younger elf as he whispered into his ear. "And you know we will always be here for you, don’t you?" again the prince truthfully nodded. The elf lord spoke again even more quietly. "And you know that we both love you, don’t you?"

This time Legolas started and craned his neck, looking into the grey orbs in surprise.
"Y--you love me?" he exclaimed. He turned his eyes to Glorfindel. "Both of you?" they both nodded.

"Aye, Legolas." Elrond whispered, nuzzling into the elfling’s golden mane. "We love you. Let us prove it to you. Let us pleasure you. Let us love you. I promise we will stop if it becomes too frightening for you. Just remember we are both here for you. You need not fear us." he tenderly kissed Legolas on his temple.

Glorfindel gently turned Legolas' face back to his. "You want this?" he whispered as he gently kissed Legolas on the lips, "and this?" he slowly lowered his hand and cupped Legolas between his legs.

Legolas gasped at the unfamiliar touch but nodded shyly as he blushed. The seneschal merely chuckled and lowered his head to suck lightly on his pale throat while Elrond licked the sensitive tip of his ear, both actions causing Legolas to shudder.

"shh, penneth, do not be frightened. ‘Tis only us." Elrond whispered as he sucked Legolas' ear. "Relax, enjoy this."

Glorfindel was now running his hand up and down Legolas' chest, causing him to whimper every time he brushed past a nipple, while Elrond was sliding his hands down Legolas' well muscled buttocks, back and thighs in long slow motions.

Soon, the seneschal became frustrated with his own clothing and abruptly rose to his knees and pulled his robe over his head, exposing his well taut chest and hard dusty pink nipples, only leaving him clothed in a pair of tight legginot lot leaving much to the imagination. Thee prince gaped in lust at what he saw, his pupils dilating greatly as he hesitantly lifted a hand to stroke it over the smooth muscular chest. Glorfindel smiled. "You like what you see?" Legolas slowly nodded in fascination, barely paying heed to the elder elf’s voice, never taking his eyes off the beautiful form in front of him. "Would you like to see more?" Glorfindel said in an almost teasing tone. Again, Legolas bashfully nodded.

Glorfindel smiled and winked at Elrond from where he was still laying behind Legolas, stroking the prince's nipples through the cloth of his nightshirt. With painfully slow movement, Glorfindel pulled down his leggings, exposing his long, wide shaft and muscular smooth thighs. He then gracefully laid back down beside Legolas exposing himself fully, causing the young Sindar to blush although he never took his eyes off him.

The prince’s eyes trailed down the body in front of him, resting on Glorfindel's hardened member a bit fearfully. "It won’t bite," Glorfindel teased. "You may touch me if you wish to settle your curiosity."

Legolas turned his head to Elrond for reassurance. The elf lord nodded and smiled reassuringly. Hesitantly, the elfling reached out a hand and gently touched the tip of the seneschal's turgid penis, only to yelp and pull back in surprise when it twitched, causing both elf lords to chuckle. "I'm sorry, Legolas. Sometimes it has a mind of its own. It’s alright, go ahead."

This time when the prince started stroking the hard shaft, it caused long moans to flow from Glorfindel's lips, and he fought to thrust into the gentle hands. "I--I believe it is your turn to disrobe, Elrond." Glorfindel panted as he reluctantly, gently pulled Legolas' hand off him.

Elrond pulled away from Legolas while Glorfindel replaced himself in the Lore master’s former position behind the prince. The elf lord then crawled in front of the two and took off his own night robe.

Though several shades darker than Glorfindel, possibly because of his human heritage, Elrond was none the less beautiful. His body was identical in Legolas' dream. He was very well built with a taut but slim and very graceful looking form. His member was not as thick as Glorfindel's, though the seneschal was exceptionally large for an elf anyway, but it was long and slightly curved and was the most beautiful thing Legolas had ever laid eyes upon and the prince could not stop staring at the heavenly creature in front of him.

"Well, Legolas," Elrond whispered seductively, "What do you think?"

"Ai, Valar, you are lovely." Legolas mumbled as he trailed his hand over the well muscled chest as Elrond laid back down in Glorfindel's former position.

"And now, penneth," Glorfindel whispered in Legolas' ear as he spooned behind him and pinched a peeked nipple from under the fabric. "now it’s your turn." he purred.

Legolas suddenly froze and a look of fear came over his youthful face which did not go beyond the notice of lord Elrond who lay in front of him. "We can stop right now if you wish, Legolas," the elf lord gently cupped the elfling’s cheek. "but I promise we wont force you to do anything you don’t want to. We would never hurt you, you know that." The young elf searched the lord’s eyes, regarding the truth in them and with a bit of fear clinching at his gut, he hesitantly nodded. "Good lad." Elrond purred, "Now, come."

Slowly, Elrond pulled Legolas' nightgown over his head, then slowly removed his breeches, exposing his nude body and turgid member as it sprang from its confines. The Lore Master gasped silently to hims Leg Legolas was the most beautiful elf he had ever laid eyes upon. His body was smooth, taut, graceful and hairless. His nipples were a beautiful rose pink, and his cock was long, thick and proudly stood erect. Proof of his longing desire. The elfling was blushing furiously, not meeting the gaze of the two elf lords as they gaped at his body, and het tht the sudden urge to cover himself in embarrassment when he became self conscious, small sparks of his dream coming to mind. Elrond sensed this, and pulled the slighter elf against his chest. "Ai, Legolas, you have no reason whatsoever to be shy," Elrond purred. "oh, penneth, please do not compare yourself with us, you are so lovely."

"Aye," agreed Glorfindel, mouth parted in awe. "he is perfection itself."

"Nay," the prince stammered through a constricting throat, very close to tears. "my body has been spoiled. Why would you wish to touch me so passionately when I have been tainted?"

"Shh, That is nonsense.” The seneschal chastised. “You are so beautiful, Legolas, do not doubt that. Do you not remember me telling you that when you were a child? You have no reason at all to be embarrassed, my heart, you are perfect." Legolas sniffled at the seneschal’s kind words and his lips quirked in silent thanks.

Elrond gently took the elfling by the shoulders and pushed him down on the bed before he laid on top of him, kissing him gently, helping guide his inexperienced lover in an erotic dance with the moist muscles. Though not experienced, Legolas was a quick learner and soon was kissing Elrond as if he had a million years of practice. The prince could feel Elrond's larger, hard shaft rubbing against his own, causing small gasps and moans to escape his hungry lips. After several moments, Elrond quickly got up off Legolas, causing a moan of protest to come out of the young elf's mouth, causing Elrond to laugh. "Come now, Legolas, be fair. Let us not forget poor Glorfindel."

The seneschal merely grinned. "Oh no, please continue. I am enjoying simply watching you two."

Legolas hed hed and Elrond chuckled. "Sorry, meleth-nin, you are not getting off that easily." Elrond said as he reached down to his forgotten leggings and pulled out a small bottle of oil, passing it to Glorfindel.

Elrond laid down on the bed, resting his back against the headboard, and pulled the elfling in front of him so that his back was pressing against his chest, while Glorfindel kneeled in between their spread legs, coating his fingers with the oil. Legolas gave Glorfindel a puzzled look. "What are you doing, Glorfindel?" he asked and for a moment their eyes met.

"Just relax, Legolas, and this wont hurt." Glorfindel replied.

Legolas, growing increasingly nervous, immediately tensed when Glorfindel's finger pressed against the tight ring of flesh and cried out in sudden panic. "No! please don’t..." he whimpered.

"Shh, Legolas," Elrond soothed. "This may be a bit uncomfortable but it will feel wonderful after you adjust to the feeling. I promise you," Elrond took both of Legolas' trembling hands in his own and pressed them to his belly before kissing the top of his golden head. "I'm right here. Do not be frightened." Legolas whimpered nervously but relaxed a bit at Elrond's soothing voice as he affectionately nuzzled his neck. Once he was certain the prince was calm enough, the elf lord nodded at Glorfindel to proceed.

The older elf gently pushed his finger through the tight ring of flesh, feeling the muscles contract around his finger in resistance. He then left it there for several seconds allowing Legolas to get used to the invasion then slowly began to massage the insides and thrust it in and out.

Legolas' eyes were shut tight and he was squeezing Elrond's hands trying not to squirm as he felt the intruding finger inside his body and he whimpered when he felt a second finger breach the inside of him. He could feel the two digits scissor his insides and bit down on his lip trying to stifle a painful moan.

Elrond realized the pain Legolas was suffering and sympathetically removed one of his hands from the prince's grasp and lowered it to his weeping member and began to stroke it, knowing the action had the desired effect when the elfling’s body slackened in his embrace. The prince suddenly cried out as he felt as if something exploded inside of him, waves of pleasure overcoming his body and stars bursting behind his closed lids. After several deep pants of pleasure, he looked down accusingly at Glorfindel. "What was that?" he demanded.

Glorfindel smiled slyly at him "What was what? Oh! You mean this?" again, the seneschal brushed his finger he against the elfling’s prostate gland causing him to cry out in passion.

The seneschal then looked up at Elrond mischievously. "I believe he has been sufficiently prepared, don’t you?" he grinned. Elrond nodded his agreement before he released Legolas with his own smile on his lips.

"Prepared for what?" panted Legolas

"Oh, you'll see." Glorfindel grinned as he coated his penis in the oil and laid flat on his back.

The prince watched curiously as Elrond crawled over and straddled Glorfindel, lowering his lips and soon both were kissing with all the passion in Arda. Then the elf lord raised himself over the older elf and Legolas practically choked on his own gasp as Elrond willingly impaled himself on the seneschal’s hard cock, causing moans to escape each of their mouths. They then started rocking, setting a pattern, and causing Legolas' mouth to hang open in complete bewilderment.

"Come in front of me, Legolas and straddle Glorfindel as I have done." Elrond panted, taking Legolas by the hand. Legolas obeyed, if a little fearfully.

"What are you going to do with me?" his voice trembled.

"You are going to impale yourself on me like I have done with Glorfindel. You have been prepared, Legolas, so it shouldn’t feel too painful." Elrond held Legolas close to his body, positioning his own swollen length at the princeling’s puckered flesh and felt him tense. "Shh, you must relax or this will be more painful than it has to be, penneth."

Glorfindel took both Legolas' hands in his, giving him what comfort he could and Legolas squeezed them tightly with worry. Slowly, Elrond eased Legolas down on his waiting member, causing a cry of pain to escape Legolas' mouth as his tight opening was breached and the muscle involuntarily contracted around the large glan in resistance against the invasion. The prince tried to pull up from the hard cock as the fiery pain lanced up him but Elrond held his hips firmly, albeit not painfully, so he would not harm him further. The elf lord momentarily paused so the elfling’s body could become accustomed to his turgid flesh then slowly sheathed the rest of his penis inside Legolas causing him to yelp again, while his erection died from the pain and unshed tears sting his eyes, while the muscles continued to contract in against the invading flesh. “Ai! Please stop,” He whimpered. “it hurts!”

"Legolas," Elrond soothed, nuzzling against the youngster’s neck. "Forgive me. I know this is painful for you but the first time is always the worst. I promise you it will feel better but you must try to relax." Legolas whimpered again but stilled his body at the elf lord’s words who wrapped his arms around him in silent apology.

"Perhaps I can help relieve the pain," Glorfindel said, his hands still intertwined with the prince’s. "Don’t be frightened at this, Legolas. I won’t hurt you." The seneschal then bent his head forward and took Legolas' member into his throat and began suckling it. The prince gasped at the new sensation, his passion slowly building up again at the wonderful feeling.

"Does it feel good, penneth?" Elrond cooed in his ear as he slowly raised the elfling’s hip from his length, thrusting inside him again and hitting the sweet spot, causing another gasp from Legolas, both of pain and pleasure.

"Aye! But-- but you actually like doing that, Glorfindel?" he asked incredulously.

"Mh hmm." The seneschal managed to mumble around Legolas' beautiful prick.

The three set a good pace rocking in rhythm with one another, Elrond’s ministrations gentle and tender as he whispered words of adoration into the younger elf’s ear. Occasionally Legolas would instinctively thrust into Glorfindel's mouth, though tried not to out of fear of gagging him.

Elrond reached around to the front of Legolas' body, pinching his nipples, causing him to moan in ecstasy. The elf lord desperately tried to fight against the urge to ram his length into the tight heat, not willing to hurt the prince more then he already had. He settled for rocking gently into the young elf, while the seneschal’s length continued to brush against the sweet spot deep within him. Sweat dribbled down his brow, and his voice was low and husky when he murmured into the younger elf’s ear. "Come for me, Legolas. Do not fight it. We are both here. Do not be frightened."

The hot voice against his ear made him shudder, and though he did not fully understand what the elf lord meant, his dirty talk made a pleasant stirring feeling issue in the pit of his stomach. With the combination of Elrond thrusting at his prostate gland, and Glorfindel sucking his now painfully swollen member, Legolas soon unconsciously thrust hard into Glorfindel's mouth, throwing his head back against the Lore Master’s shoulder, crying out as his hot seed spurted down the seneschal’s throat. Elrond's pleasurable moan quickly followed as he felt the already tight muscles contract around him, and thus triggering the seneschal’s own orgasm as his shuddering body spent it's self beneath them.

After heaving several great pants, Legolas looked down at Glorfindel who was still suckling him dry. His hot, sweaty body was trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm and he looked absolutely mortified at what he had just done as Glorfindel finally released his spent member. "I--I didn’t mean to-- I’m sorry, I--"

Glorfindel simply chuckled. "It’s alright, little one, no harm was done. Besides, I like the way you taste." Legolas blushed, causing the two exhausted elf lords to chuckle. "So, what do you think? Did you enjoy that, penneth?"

Legolas smiled and leaned down, kissing Glorfindel on the lips. The seneschal responded gratefully and after several seconds, they broke apart. "I did. I truly did."

"Come," Elrond slowly eased the younger elf off him before removing himself from Glorfindel before he lifted the covers from the bed. "'Tis late and we should retire."

"You are both sleeping in here with me?" Legolas asked.

"Of course, unless you have any objections."

Legolas smiled, "Nay, I would like that very much."

Legolas curled up between the two elf lords. For a moment Elrond raked his eyes over the youngest addition, his face unreadable, before gently meeting his gaze. “Legolas, have I hurt you? I can retrieve a healing salve to sooth the pain.”

The elfling realized Elrond felt guilt for causing him pain, more so than he lead on. Truth be told he was sore, but surprisingly it was not as bad as he had assumed it would be. Legolas smiled up at his lover and nuzzled his head against his chest. “Nay, It is no more than a sting.”

“Are you certain? I know you were in pain.” The elf lord’s brow furrowed and he gently caressed the prince’s cheek, causing him to smile at the affection.

“You brought me more pleasure, than pain, and I feel so… different, so alive.”

“Indeed,” Glorfindel smirked. “you are glowing.”

“Besides,” Legolas continued, a bit of a frown appearing on his face. “it was far worse with the orcs.” All three squinted at the memory, but the princeling pulled Elrond flat down on the bed and he rested his head on his muscular chest. “You were very gentle with me, Elrond. And I know you would never hurt me on purpose. I am glad it is the both of you to whom I am bound to. I could not ask for anyone better.”

“I love you.” Elrond murmured seriously.

Legolas smiled. “And I, you. Both of you.”

“As do I,” chimed the seneschal with a playful grin. “I should warn you, Legolas. You may be very sore in the morning.”

An impish grin slowly spread across the elfling’s fair features. “Come now, Glorfindel. I am still young. I am sure my body can handle a lot more than your old, brittle bones.” Legolas suddenly yelped as Glorfindel playfully swatted his taut buttocks.

“Respect your elders, whelping. Do not think just because you are of age that I will not still put you over my knee.” Legolas chuckled under his breath and relaxed into the two elder elves body heat.

Exchanging tender kisses and making sure each was comfortable, the three elves snuggled together in each others comforting embraces, soon entering the realm of elven dreams, Legolas feeling completely loved and protected, and for the first time in a long while, getting a good night’s sleep.

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Penneth- young one
Meleth-nin- my love
Arda- earth

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