Elves Gone Wild

ELVES GONE WILD
Title of this chapter: Three's Company
Author of this chapter: TICS
Rating of this chapter: NC17
Pairings in this chapter: Celeborn, Thranduil, Legolas
Genre: Humor, Slash,
Warnings: Incest
Summary: Celeborn, a bit put out that Haldir got to bed Legolas
before he, himself could, decides that a Mirkwood Sandwich is just
what he has an appetite for…

Three's Company

The questioning did not take long to begin after Rumil left the Royal
Talan. Galadriel, sensing, or perhaps foreseeing, a confrontation
between the Mirkwood Royals, made her excuses and left quickly,
leaving Celeborn, Thranduil, and Legolas alone.

"Legolas…tell me, did you enjoy your trip here from Mirkwood?"
Celeborn asked the platinum haired Prince politely, not really
interested in Legolas' reply at all. The Silver Lord was finding the
bit of pale skin that peeked at him from the open neckline of the
Prince's tunic to be infinitely more interesting that whatever answer
Legolas could possible offer.

"Aye, my Lord…it was a most pleasant journey. Rumil proved to be a
fine escort."

"What do you mean, 'fine escort,' Legolas?" Thranduil demanded at
once. "How 'fine' was he? Legolas…could you not wait until you
arrived in Caras Galadhon? Did you allow yourself to be taken like
some common tramp on the trail?"

"Of course not, Ada…Rumil did not touch me," Legolas replied,
affronted that his father would even ask such a thing. Not that
Thranduil would not have been totally correct, had Legolas been able
to convince Rumil to shirk his duty back by the river. Still, Rumil
had remained true to his orders, and had refused to touch Legolas.
Without thinking, Legolas added, "I did wait until I reached the city,
Ada."

"What do you mean, 'you DID wait'…did you…? Already? You've barely
been in the city for a couple of hours!" Thranduil asked, his eyes
narrowing at his son. "What did you do? Drop your leggings as soon as
you set your feet upon the stairs?"

"It seems the acorn does not fall far from the tree, Ada," Legolas
retorted. "Considering that one of the first things I saw was you
rutting with Lord Celeborn - no offense intended, my Lord," he
continued, nodding toward Celeborn before turning on his father again,
"…and the second thing I saw was you pounding yourself into Rumil! I
felt rather left out, and Haldir was kind enough to show me the ropes,
as it were."

"Haldir!" Celeborn gasped as the name of his March Warden came from
the Prince's lovely lips. "Ai! Damn him…he ALWAYS manages to get to
the virgins first."

"In all honesty, my Lord…I asked him, not the other way around,"
Legolas said truthfully.

"The hour grows late, Legolas. I believe you should retire now…or do
you plan on fucking the rest of the city before Anor rises?" Thranduil
said snidely, a little miffed that Legolas had managed to convince the
handsome March Warden to lay with him, when Thranduil himself had not
yet had the opportunity to seduce the Captain of the Galadhrim.

"Really, Thranduil…it IS the purpose of the Celebration. Still, your
Adar is correct, Legolas…it is late, and you should rest. You may
wish to stop at the healers' talan before you retire…they will show
you how to care for yourself since I know Haldir well and am aware
that you must be experiencing some discomfort right now," Celeborn
offered kindly, casting a frown in Thranduil's direction.

"Thank you, my Lord…I will do as you say," Legolas replied, turning
and stalking out of the talan without so much as a backward glance at
his father.

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Legolas made his way to the talan he would share with his father while
staying in Lothlorien, turning down many invitations along the
way…some more forceful than others. By the time he reached the talan,
his tunic had been pulled half way off and his leggings had been
untied and torn in several places.

He had barely made himself comfortable in a pair of sleep pants and
settled himself on the bed before a knock sounded at the talan's door.
Rolling his eyes, he hoisted himself from the bed and opened the door.

An elf stood on the other side, completely nude and holding a piece of
parchment in one hand and his elfhood in the other. "Pardon me, Your
Highness, but Lord Celeborn has sent you this missive," the messenger
said, stroking himself as he eyed the Prince's bare chest.

"Um…thank you…" Legolas replied as he cocked an eyebrow at the
messenger and his rapidly moving hand. He slowly closed the door in
the messenger's face, shaking his golden head.

Sitting down on the bed, he opened the missive and read Celeborn's
neat scrawl inviting him to break fast with the Silver Lord in the
morning. Realizing that Lord Celeborn more than likely expected a
response to the invitation, Legolas jumped up and ran to the door,
throwing it open, hoping to catch the messenger. He didn't expect to
find himself face-to-face with the messenger who was still waiting
just outside, amusing himself. Legolas opened the door just in time
to get sprayed across the belly as the messenger climaxed.

"Argh…kindly tell Lord Celeborn that I will be most pleased to break
fast with him in the morning," Legolas muttered, looking down at the
ropy strands that streaked his toned abdomen.

"Very good, Your Highness," the messenger replied with a satisfied
smile upon his face. "Very good, indeed."

"Yes…well…carry on," Legolas murmured, retreating inside the talan
once again and closing the door, going in search of something with
which to clean himself off. He concluded that this entire Celebration
thing was going to take some getting used to, and that from that
moment on he had better carry a towel with him at all times.

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Anor's rays filtered through the thick canopy of leaves as Legolas
walked to the Royal Talan where he was to meet Celeborn for breakfast,
stepping over several sleeping couples and threesomes along the way.
It seemed that quite often Elves would simply fall into reverie where
they lay, not bothering to find their way home after a night of
frantic coupling.

Legolas wondered how they managed to not end up with a rear end full
of splinters from spending the days humping on, and the nights
sleeping on, the wooden bridges and walkways of Caras Galadhon.

He approached the Royal Talan, and knocked at the ornately carved
door, surprised when Celeborn himself answered, rather than a servant
or a guard.

His Lordship had donned a pair of gauzy sleep pants for the occasion
that left nothing to Legolas' imagination. He could see everything
Celeborn had to offer quite clearly through the thin fabric, and
wondered if he had overdressed by wearing his silver tunic and leggings.

His concern was addressed a moment later when Celeborn threw a pair of
similar sleep pants at him, telling him to make himself comfortable
while Celeborn saw to their breakfast.

Legolas quickly stripped out of his clothing and donned the flimsy
sleep pants, settling himself down on the thick, fluffy pillows that
were strewn about the Talan floor. Sitting cross-legged on the floor
as he waited for Celeborn to return with their breakfast, his thoughts
returned to the argument he had had with his father the night before.
He wondered in whose bed his father had spent the night, since
Thranduil had not returned to the talan that they were to share. He
wondered if it had been Rumil's bed, and felt that same stab of
jealously pierce him as it had when he had watched his father take his
pleasure in the Guardian's body.

Celeborn, returning to the dining area with a tray laden with honeyed
fruit and tea, interrupted his thoughts. Placing the tray on the
floor he knelt close to Legolas, pouring tea into two china cups.
Close enough for Legolas to feel the heat coming off the Silver Lord's
skin, Legolas distractedly wondered why Celeborn had thought to bring
three empty cups with him instead of two. His question was answered a
moment later when a knock sounded on the door of the talan.

Celeborn caught hold of Legolas' chin and swiftly claimed his lips for
a moment before smiling enigmatically and rising to answer the door.
"Swear to me that you will sit here and not move," he whispered
against Legolas' lips, receiving a small nod of agreement from the Prince.

Celeborn opened the door and Thranduil strode in, clad only in the
briefest of sarongs, a wispy, nearly transparent piece of cloth draped
loosely around his slim hips that barely reached the tops of his
muscular thighs.

"Your wife must be made to understand that not everyone enjoys being
dominated, Celeborn!" he said without preamble, his turquoise eyes
flashing. "I believe she may have left welts this time!" He turned,
showing Celeborn the wide expanse of his back, twisting his head to
look over his shoulder. "Did she?"

"No, and kindly do not be so childish, Thranduil…you are acting like
an elfling."

A muffled snort of amusement from the pillows on the floor caught
Thranduil attention. Turning his piercing gaze in that direction, he
spotted Legolas smirking cheekily up at him.

"What are you doing here?" Thranduil asked, cocking an eyebrow at his
scantily clad son, who continued to smirk at his scantily clad father.

"I was invited for breakfast," Legolas explained, stretching out his
legs before him and leaning back on his elbows. He cocked his head
slightly, allowing his curtain of silky hair to fall to one side.
"Why are you here? Have you worn Rumil out and left him for dead?"

"Rumil? Who…oh, that one, Haldir's brother. I have not seen him since
your arrival yesterday. Why are you so concerned with my attentions
to that Guardian, Legolas?" Thranduil asked seating himself on the
floor near his son. "And for your information, I was invited to break
fast with Lord Celeborn also."

Legolas flicked his sapphire eyes up toward the Silver Lord, who
managed to mask the mischievous look on his face with one of innocence
as he knelt on the other side of the Prince and poured a cup of tea
for the King of Mirkwood.

"You have not answered my question, Legolas," Thranduil said, taking
the tea from Celeborn. "Why are you so interested in the brother of
Haldir?"

"Do you wish to know the truth? I nearly begged him to take me on the
trail…and he refused me. He was under orders," Legolas said, shooting
a look at Celeborn, "…which he followed to the letter. I thought it
was the burden of his orders that kept him from touching me, but it
seems now that he was not very attracted to me in the first place,
since he…" Legolas voice trailed off and he stared into his empty tea
cup, his brows knit together.

"Legolas…" Thranduil said, a soft smile touching his lips. "Legolas,
he was given another order when he arrived…by me. I had no idea that
you wished him for yourself, else I would have simply grabbed another
Elf…Rumil means nothing to me."

Legolas looked up at his father warily, wishing to believe him, but
not certain that he should.

"Legolas, it is true. Rumil is a beautiful elf, but there are many
beautiful elves here," Celeborn added as he laid his hand on the side
of Legolas' face, turning it toward him. "Thranduil simply availed
himself of the nearest one. I am certain that Rumil would have
preferred you - no offense, Thranduil - because you certainly are the
most beautiful elf I have ever seen." Leaning in, Celeborn pressed his
lips against Legolas', tasting the tea on the younger Elf's tongue.

Breaking away, Legolas shifted his eyes toward his father evidently a
bit embarrassed to be kissed by the Lorien Lord in front of him. The
delicately pointed tips of Legolas' ears pinked, and he popped a
honeyed berry into his mouth nervously. A bit of juice dripped from
his lips, and he lifted a hand to wipe it away.

Celeborn caught his hand, staying it from wiping away the sticky juice
that dripped down the Prince's chin. To Legolas' shock, Thranduil
leaned in and flicked his tongue just under Legolas' lips, lapping up
the berry juice.

"Your son is exquisite, Thranduil," Celeborn said softly, releasing
Legolas' hand and sliding his own over the silken skin of the Prince's
shoulder. "He bears a remarkable resemblance to you."

"He does, but he also favors his mother's side," Thranduil murmured,
his hand joining Celeborn's in sliding over his son's sleek flesh.
Lowering his head, Thranduil closed his lips over Legolas' right rosy
nipple, rolling his tongue over the tiny pebbled nub.

Legolas gasped, and Celeborn took the opportunity to kiss him,
slipping his tongue past the Prince's lips.

Thranduil's hand slipped lower, deftly untying the string that held
his son's gauzy sleep pants closed, and pushing the flimsy material
open. Exposed to the air, awakened by the gentle touches and soft
kisses of the two Elf Lords, Legolas' shaft grew straight and tall,
heating the flesh of his belly.

"Ada…" Legolas moaned into Celeborn's mouth, partly in shock and
partly in desire.

"We are at the Celebration, Legolas…such titles have no meaning here,"
Thranduil whispered, his lips hovering over Legolas' nipple. Growling
as his own stiffening organ lifted the material of his sarong,
Thranduil pushed Legolas backward to lie down over the pillows on the
floor. He attacked Legolas' nipple more forcefully, suckling hard on
the pink pebbled flesh as his fingers wrapped themselves around
Legolas' elfhood.

Celeborn's lips reluctantly left the Prince's, working their way down
to nip and tease at the tender flesh just below the Prince's jaw. "So
sweet," he murmured into the skin of Legolas' throat. His hand joined
Thranduil's, covering the Elven King's hand and helping to stroke the
Prince's shaft. His own organ strained at the fabric of his sleep
pants, rubbing against Legolas' thigh.

Legolas allowed his head to fall back onto the pillows, moaning softly
at two sets of warm lips and two pairs of strong hands caressed his
flesh. Inhibitions and reservations dissipated like smoke on the wind
as his body heated and his desire grew from their attentions to his
flesh.

Hesitantly, Legolas' hands began to move, lightly touching the
strongly muscled backs of the two Elf Lords. His uncertainty was lost
as Thranduil's lips left his chest and closed over the head of
Legolas' organ, his soft warm tongue circling it, teasing at the tiny
slit at its center.

Celeborn disengaged himself briefly to shed his own sleep pants and to
pull Legolas' off the rest of the way, before bending his head and
joining Thranduil between Legolas' thighs. Together, the two Elf
Lords shared the Prince's elfhood, licking and sucking at the hot
velvety flesh of his straining organ, lapping at the salty liquid that
seeped from its tip, and taking his swelling sac into their mouths.

Legolas' breath became ragged and he screwed his eyes shut tight, his
hands fisting in the golden and silver hair of the heads that bobbed
over his groin. Just when he thought he would erupt the two Elf Lords
released him, and Legolas groaned his displeasure loudly, arching his
back in an effort to re-engage those warm mouths onto his weeping organ.

With a surprised grunt, Legolas was flipped over onto his stomach. He
wriggled with pleasure as he felt those same two pair of hands caress
the firm flesh of his backside, spreading his cheeks to expose his
hidden entry. He gasped as a warm wet tongue found his puckered
opening, flicking lightly at the clenching ring of muscle before
delving into its depths.

Hearing a deep moan, but unable to twist his head far enough around to
ascertain its origin, he knew nonetheless from the wet sounds he heard
that one or the other of the Elf Lords had directed his attention from
Legolas' rear to the other's elfhood. Imagining first Celeborn
sucking hard on his father's shaft, and then picturing Thranduil doing
the same to Celeborn's, Legolas felt his own organ begin to leak
wetness onto the pillows beneath him.

He felt two strong hands lift his pelvis up, bringing Legolas to his
knees. Knowing from his experience with Haldir what was coming next
Legolas eagerly complied, lifting his rump in the air to give
whichever Elf Lord was preparing to enter him better access.

Feeling a finger slicked with a viscous liquid that, from the
fragrance Legolas strongly suspected was the honey that coated the
fruit left from breakfast slide into his body, Legolas moaned loudly.
He gripped his own organ, stroking it slowly, keeping himself erect
as yet another finger was added to the first. He sighed when the
fingers were removed, thrusting his rump higher in the air hoping to
entice them to re-enter him.

Through eyes hooded with pleasure, Legolas glanced over his shoulder
to watch Thranduil drip honey onto his own shaft, oiling the hard hot
flesh with the slippery fluid. The King's eyes closed as he guided
his thick rod into Legolas' tight opening, sliding into the younger
Elf's channel in a smooth, slow movement. Groaning at the tightness
and heat that surrounded his organ, Thranduil began to thrust slowly
in and out of Legolas' rear while holding firmly to his son's hips.

Behind Thranduil, Celeborn prepared himself, sliding his hand over his
erection and wetting it with the honey from the breakfast fruit.
Pushing Thranduil forward to lean heavily over Legolas' back, Celeborn
entered the Elven King with one sure, powerful thrust, earning himself
a yelp and a soft curse from the golden-haired ruler. Smiling,
Celeborn leaned forward and reassuringly kissed Thranduil's back,
murmuring his apology, which Thranduil knew was only half-hearted at best.

Thranduil set the pace, thrusting forward into Legolas' clenching
channel, then backward onto Celeborn's substantial shaft, repeatedly
impaling himself on it. The three elves began to moan loudly as
Thranduil increased the pace, rocking back and forth between the
golden haired Elf before him and the silver haired Elf behind him,
bringing all three of them closer to ecstasy.

Legolas felt his release boil up, his organ erupting as tremors ran
through him, his essence spilling over his fist onto the pillows. He
screamed loudly as he came, although the Elf whose name fled his lips
was not in the room.

As his son's channel squeezed his organ with his climax, Thranduil
reached his peak and filled Legolas with his seed, his own scream
echoing in the talan.

Celeborn came lastly, ramming himself into Thranduil's depths. The
three collapsed on one another in a tangle of arms and legs upon the
pillows, their bodies moistened with sweat and seed.

As his breathing returned to normal, Thranduil recalled the name that
Legolas had screamed as he climaxed, and wondered whether his worst
fear was to be realized…that his son would lose his heart to an Elf
during the Celebration.

TBC…