Melethen

Title: Melethen (Chapter 22/25)

Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)

Type: FPS

Cast or Paring: Elladan/Elrohir and Legolas in this chapter.

Rating: R - NC-17

Disclaimer: They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.

Timeline: Fourth Age.

Warning: AU. Angst. Adult language and situations. At times, this story
contains males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. It also contains
twincest. If this is not to your liking -- read NO further.

Beta: The one and only Aglarien.

A/N: **Mind speak between the twins.**, *Emphasis*, (Thoughts)

Feedback: Would be wonderful!

Summary: Love is given and received as two life changing decisions are
made. A question is asked and answered.

Chapter Twenty Two

Elrohir answered the knock that sounded on Legolas’ door and admitted
Elladan into the room. Despite speaking with one another through their bond
about taking that final step between them, the twins were not nervous around one
another. In fact, Elrohir welcomed Elladan with a soft kiss before moving to
allow Legolas his own greeting.

The elf warrior moved the prince’s hair to check the seriousness of the cut
on his neck after Elrohir cleaned it up. “I am afraid it will need to be
stitched, melethen,” Elladan said with a frown. “The skin is gaping and
infection has too much of a chance to set in.”

Legolas frowned and turned to get Elrohir’s opinion. “I agree with
Elladan, my Prince. Let’s get you sewn up so we can enjoy that bath you spoke
of earlier. I will apply herbs to numb the skin and you will not feel anything.”

Surprisingly Legolas sat still as Elrohir worked on his neck. The prince
usually did not have the patience for these kinds of things, but it was the elf
knight taking care of him, and he was satisfied with that. He did, however,
watch Elladan as he removed his tunic. The elf warrior’s muscular chest and
back had always fascinated Legolas and he took every opportunity to ogle it.

“You can run the bath water if you wish, Elladan,” Legolas said, watching
his lover move across the room. “There are oils and herbs on the cabinet shelf
to use. Pick your favorite as you are our hero this day.”

Elrohir chuckled and looked at his brother. “That you are, Dan and you
shall have your rewards.”

“I am indeed blessed this day,” Elladan said as he disappeared into the
bathing chamber.

“Are you nervous Elrohir?” Legolas asked softly.

“I thought I would be, but I am not,” Elrohir admitted quietly. “I can’t
help being curious about Elladan and his skill as a lover.”

“You have nothing to worry about, my Elf knight,” Legolas assured him.
“You are both well-skilled lovers, and you will have a greater bond between
you after this. I am envious of it, but I do not begrudge it. I welcome it, and
hope to bask in the emotions it will bring out in all of us. The love will flow
freely and we will be infinitely blessed by it. I love you, Elrohir.”

“And I love you, Legolas,” Elrohir said before kissing him tenderly. “I
would have you near.”

“I will not leave your side, but I also will not interfere with your
joining,” the prince promised as Elladan rejoined them. “I will only
celebrate the love with you both.”

“Making plans without me,” Elladan asked with a grin.

“Nay,” Legolas replied with a grin. “We were only discussing what a
talented lover you are.”

Elladan chuckled and took the prince’s hand in one hand and Elrohir’s in
his other. “Come, our bath awaits us.”

Once they were settled in the over sized tub and clean, Legolas pulled out a
bottle of Dorwinion wine and three glasses from the cabinet. “I think we need
to toast our champion, Elrohir. Don’t you agree?”

“Aye and perhaps drink a few more glasses just for the hell of it,”
Elrohir replied with a chuckle.

“Careful you two, I spoil easily,” Elladan warned teasingly. “I will
become accustomed to you singing my praises.”

“Perhaps there is a better way to thank you,” Elrohir said as he moved to
sit in Elladan’s lap. It may have been Legolas who suggested they make love to
one another, but the elf knight made the first move. The realization that he
desired his brother’s touch fueled his courage, and he wanted Elladan to love
him as he would Legolas.

“And what way would that be?” the elf warrior asked, barely above a
whisper, as Elrohir’s lips descended on his own. The kiss was powerful in its
emotional wake as the elf knight explored the sweet recesses of his brother’s
mouth deeply.

Legolas watched, captivated, with a slow grin making its way across his face.
Somehow he had always known it must be this way for them, for all three of them.
It was the last piece of the puzzle that would set them all free from the past.

Long before the kiss ended, Elrohir reached for Legolas’ hand, silently
asking him to move closer. The prince took the offered hand and moved to sit
next to his still kissing lovers. Once he was settled next to them, he placed
the elf knight’s hand back on Elladan’s chest. They were more than beautiful
together, and words eluded Legolas as he watched them, as enthralled as ever.

“Not in here,” Elladan gasped as he broke the kiss. His need for Elrohir
surprised him, but it only encouraged him to continue. The elf warrior would
love his brother, but not in the bathing chamber. Elrohir deserved more than
that. “I will not make love to you in this bath, lirimaer.”

Legolas stood and reached for towels, and gestured for the twins to stand and
dry off. “You have the use of my bed for as long as you wish,” he told them
with a smile.

“You will join us, will you not?” Elladan asked hesitantly. “I feel you
must be with us, to witness our joining.”

“As I told Elrohir, I will not leave your side, but I will also not
interfere with your loving,” Legolas explained before kissing Elladan gently.
“I will always be with you, with both of you. You have my love for eternity.”

“And you, melethen, have ours,” Elladan replied before turning to take
Elrohir’s hand. “I have made the decision to be elfkind and live for
eternity with you, my Prince. I feel it is time to state our choice, Elrohir.
Please tell me you agree with my choice, for I could not live without you by my
side.”

“I could not live without you, my brother,” Elrohir replied squeezing
Elladan’s hand. “I could not live without the love of both of you. You are
both my world. I also choose to be elfkind and live an eternity with our Prince.”

Legolas kissed them both with abandon, and when he finished, he took their
hands and joined them together. “Show me your love,” he said softly as he
led them towards his bed. “Let me see you as one.”

Elrohir climbed atop the bed and held his hand out to his brother, who took
it without hesitation. Elladan settled next to Elrohir and ran his hand down the
elf knight’s chest, stopping to tease his already sensitive nipples on the way
to his growing arousal. As he slid his fingers around Elrohir’s member the
gasp from the elf knight was music to the listeners’ ear. Legolas relished the
sound as much as Elladan, as the prince made himself comfortable beside them.

Touching Elrohir as he would a desired lover was new and different. The elf
knight’s skin was soft but his body hard and muscled as Elladan desired, and
he made no move to hide his burgeoning arousal from him. Nothing but pleasuring
Elrohir existed in Elladan’s mind and he put all of his skills to work.

Elrohir’s own hands were busy roaming over the elf warrior’s chest and
back, loving the way his brother’s muscles moved under his skin. When he
wrapped his fingers around Elladan’s arousal, the moan from the elf warrior’s
mouth encouraged the younger twin, and he moved to kiss his brother deeply.
Elrohir moaned at the taste of Elladan’s mouth, and the scent he always
associated with his brother became arousing to him. After all the years they
spent together, this was the first time Elrohir allowed himself to let go and
let his desire for Elladan rule his thoughts and movements. At that moment, the
elf knight desired nothing more than to have his brother inside him and filling
him with the love that existed between them.

Quiet moans and gasps grew louder as their play became more passionate each
one wanting and needing the other more than they ever thought possible. Legolas
was witnessing the most erotic occurrence he had ever seen and was gripping the
bed covers to keep from pleasing himself. He wanted to wait for them, and he
would do it if it killed him.

When Elladan reached for the oil, Elrohir’s sigh was not one of worry, but
of anticipation for what was to come. The elder twin prepared his brother with
gentle teasing and Elrohir was nearly begging for relief from the exquisite
torture. Elladan teased him by entering him with just the head of his erection,
as he enjoyed hearing Elrohir beg to be filled by him. Watching Elrohir’s face
flushed with desire was a vision that Elladan would never forget.

“Saes, Elladan,” Elrohir moaned softly. “I cannot take more teasing.
Take me now.“

“Aye, now you are ready, melethen,” Elladan replied, entering the elf
knight slowly. Elrohir was already too aroused to wait for his brother’s slow
entry, and wrapped his long muscular legs around Elladan’s hips and pulled him
deep into his core.

A feeling of completion washed over the twins as they paused for the elf
knight to adjust to Elladan’s impressive length and girth. Never had they felt
such a feeling of oneness. As they stared into each other’s gray eyes, they
understood that it should have always been this way. They were two halves of the
same whole. This knowledge reinforced their feelings of rightness.

Elrohir’s cry of his brother’s name as he was filled excited Elladan all
the more, and he began to thrust in a steadily increasing rhythm, one that would
give them the most pleasure. The elf warrior reached between them and stroked
Elrohir in time with his thrusts. Their cries and moans broke Legolas’ resolve
and he began to please himself as they grew closer and closer to their end.

It was Elladan who cried out Elrohir’s name and erupted deep within his
brother first, with Elrohir following soon after. The cry of Elladan’s name
from the elf knight’s lips was slightly muffled as he bit his twin’s
shoulder. Legolas was brought to climax from their cries and the eroticism of
the sight.

The only sound in the room was heavy breathing from three exhausted elves,
but the feeling in the room was love. Elladan kissed Elrohir gently but
thoroughly, before moving to lay beside him, his arm thrown over his twin’s
waist. Legolas cuddled up to Elrohir and threw his leg over the elf
knight’s.

“I have never witnessed anything more beautiful,” Legolas said softly and
sincerely. “I love you, both of you, and I will for eternity.”

Elladan got up from the bed quickly, causing both Elrohir and Legolas to look
at him. He waved their concern away with his hand and grabbed his leggings.
Digging in the pockets, he found what he was looking for and returned to the
bed.

“Legolas, Elrohir and I love you, and we will
love you until the world is no longer,” the elf warrior began. “Before we
left Imladris we had these mithril bands fashioned.”

Elrohir sighed impatiently at his brother and finished what his brother
wanted to say. “We wish you to bind with us, to be our mate for as long as we
live. Will you give us that honor?”

Legolas was stunned as Elladan opened the cloth bag and poured the rings out
into his hand. The prince watched as the elf warrior picked one out and held it
up for him to see. His excitement at the meaning of the rings clearly showed on
his face. Were they asking him to bind with them? Legolas’ heart beat loudly
in his chest as he stared at the ring, and he hoped he would hear the question
he so longed for. “This one is yours, if you accept.”

“How could I not accept?” Legolas asked as he held his finger out so that
both twins could slide the ring on. The weight of the ring felt so right on his
finger and that familiar warmth filled him once again. The joy the prince felt
was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before and he knew his answer
without a doubt. “Of course I will bind with you and be your mate for
eternity. I never thought I would bind to anyone, but you both mean so much to
me. I love you.”

Elladan practically tackled the prince, kissing him
until he was dizzy. Elrohir watched with a smile as he realized that they were
all whole now. The relationship was about *all* of them. The relationship
between him and Elladan was just as important as their individual relationships
with Legolas. Perhaps this is what the Valar intended, the reason he and Elladan
had stayed single for so long. Elrohir couldn’t help the euphoric feelings
that swept over him at his thoughts. They were whole now. An unbreakable bond
was formed; a bond between the three of them, and nothing could stand in their
way.

TBC