Canines and Arachnids

Author’s warning: More smut ahead. Not even tasteful smut at that. If you’re still here and you go blind, it’s your own fault!

Seeing a chair pressed under the doorknob of a closet, Elrond immediately came to the conclusion that his hell-spawned sons had trapped someone within. Pulling the chair free, he opened the door. His jaw dropped a millimeter or so at what he saw.

Elrond found the trapped pair in the throes of intimacy, cursing and throwing his hands into the air at encountering the unlikely couple. “For the love of… Am I the only person in this realm not getting laid?” Elrond roared, stalking off. Still entangled in each other’s arms, the two naked elves laughed uproarious The The elf lord stormed off, miffed that he was the only elf in the city not getting any, his wife having sailed to the West many years ago. Regaining his composure as he moved away, he called over his shoulder at the entwined pair. “Everything is ready. Glorfindel, meet us in the stables with all possible haste. Erestor, I expect you to look after matters here while we’re away.”

Knowing that the warrior pair would take the time to bathe and dress, Elrond started for the kitchens to snipe a few post breakfast snacks. He wasn’t surprised to find the three werewolves were already in the room, decimating the stores after apparently running off the staff. Elladan was no longer on his feet, his shift having proceeded to the point that he could no longer support himself upright. Elrohir and Legolas didn’t seem to mind in the slightest, even setting up a carefully positioned bench so that the half formed werewolf could eat at the table with them. Knowing that his stomach would roil at most elfin foods, they had prepared him an all meat breakfast, poly coy cooking it for Elladan’s piece of mind. He wasn’t used to their carnivorous diet yet.

Seeing him enter, Elladan averted his gaze and wilted a little. Elrond sighed, and promptly admonished himself for doing so. It was becoming an annoying habit and it seemed to upset his eldest son. He studied Elladan, the healer in him telling him that something beyond his staring was upsetting the boy. He found the source very quickly. The illness had reached the stage affecting his ribs and he was struggling to breathe. Barely biting off a sigh in time, Elrond walked over to his furry son and placed one hand on either side of his ribcage, ignoring the confused look it earned him. With a reassuring pat on one side, he suddenly tensed both of his arms, using all of his upper body strength to press his palms together. Beneath his hands, the bones creaked in protest, releasing several loud pops and earning an anguished cry from the black werewolf.

Two growls ed fed from behind him, Legolas and Elrohir voicing their dislike of his rough treatment. The method had worked to force an almost immediate change in the bone structure as effectively as if he had set a broken bone, which was more or less what he had done. The tactic had worked and Elladan was panting freely, blinking away a few tears of pain.

“Thank you,” he said a little breathlessly. The very real gratitude in his voice pushed the other two werewolves to return to their breakfasts.

Elrond looked at the two that had growled at him, curious as to how much their personalities would alter from what they had undergone. They had become much more alert and had developed protective and often territorial streaks. For whatever reason, their capacity for sheer perversion had skyrocketed, possibly stemming from a newfound lack of inhibitions. While still very social whenever able, they were more cautious of other elves, men more than women, particularly if they were armed. If something upset one of them, the other two sided with him without question.

Three sets of eyes turned on him as one and he blinked guiltily, realizing that he had been staring at Legolas.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was just thinking.”

“About us, I assume,” Legolas said, amused.

“You can ask questions if you’d like,” Elrohir offered in a rare show of helpfulness, probably in gratitude for Elrond’s assisting his twin. “We won’t take offense.”

Elrond jumped at the opportunity. “I know you and Legolas can speak telepathically. Can Elladan yet?”

“No,” Elladan answered.

“You can do better than that,” Elrohir scolded. Elrond nodded.

“Your senses have changed. Would you care to elaborate how?” Elrond asked. They knew instantly what he was talking about.

“Our eyesight is much sharper,” Legolas said. “We can see further and even in the dark, though at night everything is reduced to shades of gray.”

“Our hearing is so sensitive that it’s almost painful at times. The range increased as well, mostly on the higher end. The next person to whistle is getting beaten senseless,” Elrohir said, referring to Erestor. The advisor thought it was funny to see them jump out of their skins at the sound.

“Taste hasn’t changed much, and we can’t tell you much about smell,” Legolas mused.

“Why not?” Elrond prompted.

“We’re still trying to figure it out,” Elrohir said, shrugging one shoulder. “There are no words to really describe the sheer differences, the pure raw power. Outdoors, everything is so sharp and sweet. In the confines of a city, there’s just too much to sort out. So many people. They smell the same, but somehow different…”

“It’s complicated,” Legolas summed up. “It’s as difficult as explaining the wonders of a symphony to a deaf man.”

“Sensation is… new,” Elrohir began, eyes clouding over. “Feelings of pain have dulled, but pleasure isescrescribably more intense.” Elrond nodded, having expected that from the frequency of their couplings.

“And the entire concept of cold simply doesn’t exist,” Legolas added.

The two fully turned werewolves suddenly began sniffing the air, both of them wrinkling their noses, though they were grinning.

“Come out Erestor,” Elrohir said. “We know you’re there.”

“Not quite,” Glorfindel said, stepping into view from where he had been shamelessly eavesdropping. “I see you don’t quite have the talent down yet.”

Frowning at their mistake, the two werewolves eyed the blond seneschal from their seats. Elrohir growled and grabbed the passing elf by the tunic and yanked him closer, sniffing at the blonde’s crotch. Glorfindel swatted at him and stepped back quickly.

“Do you mind?” he asked indignantly, blushing a little at the fact that he had just been crotched by another elf.

“You reek of him,” Elrohir said. His eyes lit up in undandianding. “So you didn’t mind being trapped, after all.”

Elrond laughed in mirth. “I could have told you that without you sticking your face in his groin,” the elf lord chuckled. “I was the one that released them from the closet.” He glanced curiously at Glorfindel. “Have you not bathed?”

“Actually, I have,” Glorfindel said stiffly. “And if you would be so kind, please refrain from sniffing Erestor’s ass.”

“Thank you for the imagery,” Legolas teased. The other blond looked miffed, realizing that he had just given away the knowledge of their positions. He decided to have mercy and changed the subject. “So who all is going?”

“Everyone in this room,” Elrond said. “Finish up, we’re leaving.”

* * *

In the stables, they ran into the standard problem. The horses hated the werewolves and flat out refused to let them mount. Unlike the previous encounters with equines, the Mirkwood prince wasn’t upset to the point of panic and was able to act with a clear mind. Legolas astonished them by approaching a temperamental steed and began crooning to it in a sweet voice, singing to the animal in a soothing tone. After a few seconds of pure notes, he reached out and curled one arm around the animal’s jaw, stroking his cheek. The beast snorted but allowed his touch and he led it from the stall to Elrohir. He repeated the procedure with a second black stallion, mounting it himself. Elladan swung up to sit in front of the blond archer.

“Why didn’t you do this the first time?” Elrohir asked crossly, remembering the trouble they’d had when the blond had initially been infected.

“I wasn’t as composed as I am at the moment,” the archer returned, eyes glittering with mirth.

Elladan just shook his head in resignation and squirmed a bit. Legolas maneuvered the elf knight to a sidesaddle position automatically, knowing that it was the more comfortable position in sta state. Elladan settled against the blond contentedly, curling his fingers in the prince’s robes in a display of uneasiness and sheer need. For his part, Legolas urged the horse from the building with a soothing rumble, wrapping his arms comfortingly around his lover as they moved.

Glorfindel just shook his head at the other blond and retrieved his steed Asfalof from his stables, Elrond already astride a dappled brown mare. The three werewolves started their two mounts moving, forcing Elrond to follow and Glorfindel scramble to mount his white stallion. They were barely out of the city when the three irrepressible youths started acting up.

Clad only in a cloak and nothing more beneath save his forming coat of fur, Elladan presented too great a temptation for Legolas to resist. Lifting the raven elf a little, he readjusted his passenger’s cloak, pulling the back to hang down the horse’s flank while leaving the front in place to completely conceal the altering elf. Disregarding the presence of the other three elves in the group headed for Lothlórien, Legolas unlaced his leggings under the concealment of Elladan’s cloak and pulled his stiff length free.

Realizing what the blond was up to, Elladan assisted the efforts, planting one hand on their mount’s arched neck to lift himself slightly in offering. Legolas was quick to take advantage of his position, pulling the raven elf towards himself. He was careful not to move his looplooped around Elladan’s waist, mindful of the audience of the other three riders nearby. Unable to prepare his partner use use of the company traveling with them, the archer lowered the other elf onto his lap very slowly so as to cause the least possible amount of pain at the dry intrusion.

Elladan stiffened slightly in discomfort, a grimace crossing his fair features. In apology, Legolas chanced slipping one hand into his lover’s cloak, grasping the hard length and pumping him gently. He was careful to keep his movements slow and small, trying not to draw attention to their activities. He swept his thumb across the raven knight’s damp head a few times before slipping his fingers lower to caress the still swelling knot at the base that hadn’t entirely emerged yet. Elladan took a slightly shaky breath, his eyes closing in pleasure. Elrohir glanced briefly in their direction and smirked, knowing full well what they were up to. Elrond and Glorfindel remained completely in the dark.

Unable to hold still any longer and incapable of thrusting without drawing eyes to their joined forms, Legolas tapped one heel against his horse’s flank, urging the horse to a trot. The bouncing gait provided enough stimulation that neither had to move and completely covered any movements of Legolas’ hand, allowing him to pump more forcefully. The increased pace of travel drew curious looks from the elder elbut but neither commented, still blind to the couple’s activities. Elrohir was quick to follow suit and sped up his steed, forcing Elrond and Glorfindel to increase their pace as well.

Seated sidesaddle, Elladan was forced to hook one arm across Legolas’ shoulders to keep his balance on the trotting horse. The movement bared his hand and part of his forearm, showing the other elves that he was very close to completing his shift. He’d be fully in wolf form long before they reached Lothlórien. Possibly even before the end of the day. Because of his increasing canine appearance, it never crossed the elder pair’s mind that they would indulge in such activities. It was beyond any possible suspicion that not only did Legolas not mind, the archer actually found the situation extremely erotic.

*More than anything, I wish I could kiss you now,* Legolas told Elladan. He received no response and grew slightly worried that the raven wolf still couldn’t hear him.

*I wish I could join you,* Elrohir said in response.

There was a moment of near disaster. The horse carg thg the coupling pair leapt over a fallen tree in the path, bouncing the joined duo forcefully together. Both elves cried out softly, biting their lower lips to stifle the noise. The older elves heard them despite their efforts.

“Are you alright?” Elrond queried, a slightly worried tone entering his voice.

“I was jostled too forcefully for my condi,” E,” Elladan managed, striving to keep his voice steady. Luckily, his voice was scratchy enough from the alterations to his throat that they didn’t notice the husky quality to his tones. When Legolas didn’t defend his own cry, both elders turned to him.

“Legolas?”

“Well… he landed on something sensitive!” Legolas said, pinking slightly. The mumbled statement was all too true, though for different reasons than implied, and the questioning elves could sense the honesty in his tone, accepting the explanation. Elrond and Glorfindel assumed the odd tone to his voice was due to crushed family jewels rather than out of unbridled lust. For his part, Elrohir was doing his best to keep from howling in laughter, biting his tongue hard.

*I bet it’s sensitive,* Elrohir supplied happily. Legolas scowled at him.

*If I weren’t preoccupied, I’d hurt you for that statement,* the archer snapped.
rhaprhaps later,* Elrohir returned.

Snorting,olasolas dropped the mental conversation and returned his attentions to bringing himself and Elladan to completion. He dropped his hand again to the bulging knot at the base of the elf knight’s erection, squeezing it hard. Elladan sucked in a quick breath and held it, willing his racing heart to slow down. Legolas was having none of it and started pumping him forcefully, hoping that the elder elves were too far behind them to see the now obvious movements. The hand he had curled around the raven elf, supposedly to support him while they rode, he brought into motion, pinching his lover’s ni thr through the material of the cloak.

That was the final stimulation needed and Elladan came forcefully over the blonde’s fingers, his tensing passage dragging the archer with him to completion. Using the swordsman’s body to hide his actions, Legolas drew his hand from the cloak and gleefully licked his fingers clean. After he’d suckled all of his digits with relish, he started to lift the werewolf from his lap, staying his hands when Elladan shook his head in the negative. He wanted to stay impaled for a while longer and Legolas was all too happy to allow it.

“Legolas?” Elrond’s voice broke his silent bliss and he glanced over at the healer.

“Yes?”

“Are you well? You look a little flushed.”

When Legolas stammered a bit, unable to find a suitable answer, Elrohir stepped into the conversation, covering for the archer.

“That would be my fault, ada,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “We’ve been chatting and I think I’ve rather embarrassed him with something I said.”

“You embarrassed Legolas?” Glorfindel asked skeptically. He didn’t quite understand the means by which they had been speaking, but he didn’t doubt that they had been communicating in some fashion. “After observing the three of you for the last few weeks, I’d be surprised if it were possible.”

“You’re sweating,” Elrond observed, brow furrowing. It was hot out, but elves weren’t very susceptible to the climate. The position of the two combined with the shifted cloak suddenly made sense and he finally understood. He let out a frustrated noise and slapped one hand against his forehead. “For the love of all things good! Don’t you lot ever stop?” he half yelled.

Glorfindel looked startled by his outburst and looked between the fuming lord and the couple on horseback. Understanding clicked and he groaned.

“We’re going to have to put saltpeter in their food,” the seneschal muttered. Privately he wondered if even that would hinder their constant attentions bestowed upon their fun.

“Just say the word and you can join us,” Legolas offered, grinning. “We even promise to leave the fur out of it.”

“Pity to deprive him of what we can do with a tail though,” Elrohir mused with a wicked look in his eyes. Three sets of horny eyes turned to the blond seneschal.

Eyes wide, Glorfindel gulped. “I think I’ll scout the trail ahead,” he said, kicking Asfalof to a run and shooting ahead of the party to disappear into the trees.

*Oh, screw it,* Elrond thought angrily. He gave in to the urge and sighed loudly. “Can you three degenerates at least refrain from playing pelvic pinochle while in Lothlórien?”

Three wicked grins answered him and he knew there was no hope for the situation.

To Be Continued…
I’m about to start taking *HUGE* liberties with the storyline and all elfiness involved therein. The storyline is AU and thus I am going to play with it all I want, so ner. It’s taking me awhile to come up with what I want to do here, hence all the smut and little plot so far. I have an idea, but it’s mostly eluding me. By all means, egg me on and R&R! I’m not kidding. Don’t make me give Elladan back the skillet… R&R!