Melethen

Title: Melethen (Chapter 25/25 Part 1)
Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type: FPS
Cast or Paring: Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir, Thranduil/Glorfindel, Erestor and Elrond.
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 may also contain 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*
Feedback: Would be wonderful!
Summary: Plans are made for the return to Imladris during an interesting breakfast. Elladan and Legolas spend some time alone.

Chapter Twenty Five - Part One

Mirkwood - Morning

Breakfast proved interesting that morning as everyone but Thranduil and Glorfindel wondered what lucky warrior shared the balrog slayer’s bed. It was obvious to everyone that someone had, else the love bites and purpled bruises would not be adorning the golden warrior’s neck.

Elladan and Elrohir thought it could be Erestor, but Legolas disagreed, thinking perhaps one of the royal guards found favor with Imladris’ Captain. Elrond was the only one who thought it was the king himself who marked Glorfindel. Legolas looked at his soon to be law father in shock while Elladan and Elrohir changed their guess to match their fathers.

Thranduil cleared his throat causing all the whisperers to look at him. “I have an announcement,” the king said with authority. “I will be traveling back to Imladris and leaving the crown prince in charge of my duties here in Mirkwood.”

“You are most welcome to join us, Thranduil,” Elrond replied honestly. “May I ask what has caused your desire to travel with us?”

“I wish to spend several months in the company of your captain and the only way to do that is to travel with you. I hardly had enough of him last night,” Thranduil said with a wink.

Glorfindel choked on his juice and gave the king a look of warning. “I do not think now is the time to be discussing our evening.”

Elrohir smirked and looked at Glorfindel. “You are giving him permission to discuss this morning then?”

Everyone at the table laughed but Glorfindel growled a warning, first to the king, then to the twins, who only laughed harder. They both loved it when Glorfindel showed he was just like any other elf when it came to certain things. Things like love and desire.

Thranduil only sat back in his chair and grinned sheepishly at his new lover. “I think it would be wise to share that tale at a later time.”

“I would rather not hear it at all,” Legolas replied with a rather sickening look on his face. The thought of hearing about his father’s exploits with anyone caused his head to hurt and his stomach to clinch.

“Since our mission has been accomplished, I see no reason we cannot leave tomorrow at dawn,” Elrond stated, thinking it was time for a change of subject. “I wish to sail and the longer I wait, the more the sea pulls at me. I miss Celebrian and do not wish to spend any more time than necessary away from her.”

“I can understand your longing, my friend,” Thranduil replied before turning to his son and the twins. “We shall leave at dawn and I expect you three to be ready and able to ride.”

“That should apply to Glorfindel as well. I would hate to see him suffer from here to Imladris,” Elrohir said, trying to contain the laughter that threatened to escape him.

Elladan and Legolas covered their mouths with their hands, but Erestor laughed out loud before covering his mouth. Elrond shook his head as he squeezed the bridge of his nose, and Glorfindel gave them all a look that promised revenge.

“Enough!” Thranduil said with authority. “If you are finished with your breakfast, I suggest you pack for the journey.”

Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir left the table and made their way quickly out of the dining room, holding their laughter until they were far enough away that it wouldn’t be heard.

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Elrohir made it to Legolas’ door first and opened it so his twin and the prince could enter before him.

Legolas made his way to the large wardrobe and opened the doors. He stood staring at his clothing wondering what to take.

“Take it all,” Elladan said wrapping his arms around the prince from the back. “We shall only be returning for visits.”

“Elladan is right, Ernilen,” Elrohir agreed moving to stand beside Legolas. “You should take everything you wish to have with you. Our home will be your home; our chambers, yours. Which reminds me - some alterations need to be made to our rooms.”

“Do not worry about that right now,” Elladan said before kissing Legolas gently on the neck. “We will help you pack up the things you wish to take, my Prince.”

“Aye, that we will,” Elrohir seconded caressing Legolas’ face with his fingertips.

“I know you will help me, and I suggest we get busy if we wish to find time for sleep and other things,” Legolas said, turning to look at them.

“Why Legolas, just what do you mean ‘other things’?” Elrohir asked with a smile.

“You know exactly what I mean, Elrohir,” Legolas said with a mischievous smile. “As does Elladan, so you can both stop looking so innocent.”

Both twins laughed and started to help their Prince pack for the journey to his new home in Imladris.

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Glorfindel followed Thranduil to his room and slammed the door behind him. “How dare you speak of our relations as you did! And at the breakfast table, no less,” the blond warrior hissed.

“Surely you are not upset at a little teasing, my Captain.” Thranduil replied, trying to sooth his new found love. “Everyone was bound to find out about us sooner or later. I just chose for it to be sooner.”

“That is the problem, you decided without consulting me!” Glorfindel pointed out moving to stand in front of the king. “I would have liked to inform my lord and my best friend before it was announced publicly. Do you always think of only yourself?”

Thranduil realized he had made a dreadful error and immediately tried to calm the balrog slayer. “If I offended you I am truly sorry, Glorfindel. It was only my joy that forced me to speak as I did. Can you forgive me?”

“Just do not make any further announcements without consulting me,” Glorfindel said with a sigh. “I am unused to my life being so public. The twins will have a field day with this; I will never hear the end of it.”

“Perhaps I can speak with Legolas. It seems he has their undivided attention. Surely a word or two from him will calm the twins and the teasing will not take place,” the king suggested as he wrapped his arms around his lover.

“One can only hope he has that much influence over them,” the warrior replied placing his head on Thranduil’s shoulder, enjoying the comforting contact.

Thranduil held Glorfindel a little longer, but knew things needed to be done before he could travel. “Come, I need to pack for the journey and would enjoy your company. If we get done quickly, maybe we can find something more entertaining to do.”

Glorfindel chuckled and followed the king into his dressing room. “I must be able to ride in the morning.”

“I would not worry about that, my Balrog Slayer. You will be practicing your technique most of the evening,” Thranduil said with his own chuckle.

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Elrond and Erestor had little to pack, so they spent most of the morning in close council. There were many things the Lord of Imladris needed to address before sailing to be with his darling wife.

“Elladan will become Lord, and Elrohir will be Captain of the Guard,” Elrond began. You and Glorfindel will be there to assist them in any way they need. I am not sure what capacity, if any, Legolas will serve, but we will let my sons work that out between them. They will need a chief advisor, and with Legolas’ diplomatic skills, he would be perfect for the job, but again that is their decision.

“Since you and Glorfindel have decided to delay sailing to help my sons and Imladris, I know I can count on you both to make sure everything runs smoothly. If they make a bad decision, try to gently persuade them to change their minds; but in the end it is their decision and they must learn from their mistakes.”

“Do not worry, Elrond,” Erestor said gently. “We will not allow Imladris to suffer too much at the hands of the twins. I will miss you, my friend.”

“As I will miss you, Erestor,” Elrond replied with a sad smile. “You and Glorfindel have always been there for me and my family, in happy times and in times of distress. I miss my Lady and I cannot delay my departure.”

“We know, and we will not keep you longer than necessary once we return to Imladris,” Erestor promised with his own sad smile. “It will not be the same without you, but to know you are reunited with Celebrian will bring us all immense joy.”

“As it will me, my friend,” Elrond replied with a far off look in his eyes.

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Mirkwood - Afternoon

Elladan watched Legolas peel the orange and then split it in half before taking a bite. The way the prince sucked on his fingers and licked his lips made the elder twin’s member twitch. Perhaps Legolas was unaware of the sensual display he was putting on, but Elladan doubted it.

They had finished packing Legolas’ things when the prince suggested a swim by the waterfall and a picnic. Elrohir had declined, giving the excuse he wished to make sure his and Elladan’s things were properly packed and all their weapons sharpened and ready for any sudden attacks.

Elladan hadn’t given it a second thought until he recognized the look in his beloved’s eyes. He doubted the prince had plans to swim this afternoon. No, his look was predatory and Elladan felt like he was the prey. It was no problem for the trained warrior to recognize Legolas’ intent; all he had to do was catch the prince unaware and gain the upper hand.

The elf warrior pounced on Legolas, holding his hands in one of his own over his head and kissing him with a deep pillaging kiss. The prince moaned into the kiss as he allowed Elladan to think he was in control.

“What took you so long?” Legolas asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Careful planning,” Elladan admitted kissing the prince tenderly. “I figured out your try at gaining the upper hand.”

“Elladan, why would I want the upper hand?” the prince asked as innocently as he could muster. “You know I love it when you make love to me slow and easy. It is most torturous, but the intensity and length of my climax is more than worth it.”

The elf warrior released his hold on Legolas’ hands and quickly regretted it. In no time at all he was underneath the prince with his own hands pinned over his head.

“I knew you looked too innocent!” Elladan said, laughing. “What would you have me do, Ernilen?”

“I only wish to make love to you, my Elf Warrior,” Legolas admitted softly. “I am not Haldir and there is no reason to fear me. My only desire is to make you feel the greatest pleasure from my touches; my loving and caring touches. I will not hurt you Elladan, I swear it.”

Elladan tensed at the request as he relived his majority. The pain and humiliation was almost too much to bear even after all this time. Could he put his complete trust in Legolas? What would happen if he suddenly lost control while his beloved only tried to show him pleasure?

Elladan’s thoughts were interrupted by Legolas’ soft voice. “I love you, Prince of Imladris. Trust me this one time and if you don’t feel the greatest pleasure you have ever felt, I will never ask again.”

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“Sweet Eru,” Thranduil gasped as Glorfindel descended on his aching arousal once again. He held the golden warrior’s hips hard enough that bruises would show, but the feeling of being sheathed over and over by the tight hotness had the king almost begging for more.

Glorfindel had his eyes closed and his head tossed back so that his long golden hair reached Thranduil’s thighs, sending small shivers through the ruler. The golden warrior could only moan as he was filled over and over by the king. Nothing had ever felt better, and when his lover reached to stroke his leaking arousal, the warrior nearly screamed Thranduil’s name.

“I knew,” the king gasped, “it would feel this way. Ride me as you have no other; make me weak in the wake of your talent.”

Glorfindel cried out as his climax approached, and no matter how he tried to delay it, it would not be denied. Falling harder and harder onto Thranduil’s considerable length, he screamed the king’s name, erupting over the ruler’s still pumping hand.

The contracting muscles milked Thranduil’s orgasm from him, howling, half mad, with the feeling of his own completion. Glorfindel was filled with the king’s seed once again, and he collapsed onto Thranduil’s chest as they both tried to regain their breath.

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Elrond and Erestor had a small meal delivered to Elrond’s guest chambers. They still had things to settle. As they enjoyed the short respite from their work, they spoke of happier times in Imladris: times when Celebrian was still there and the twins were growing up, and Arwen’s birth and her constant anger towards her brothers who teased her mercilessly. It was often comical when she grew enough to take revenge on them both. Many times the twins were seen running from a furious Arwen. Laughter filled the room as they ate, but once the meal was finished, the conversation moved back to serious matters.

“I think Elladan will need the most guidance, my friend,” Elrond said, worried about his eldest. “He has made great strides, but his decisions are often made without him thinking them through. Our alliance with Lorien depends on his ability to get over what happened between him and Haldir. Though his grandparent’s rule, it would be best if Haldir was not sent to Imladris as an escort of the Lord and Lady.”

“I must agree with your thinking,” Erestor replied with a nod of his head. “Perhaps if he is sent, I should be the one who deals with the party and keep them well apart. Legolas has been informed of the situation, and I am not sure that even he has enough diplomatic skills to temper his anger if Haldir were to show his face in Imladris. Then there is Elrohir; he will not tolerate Haldir’s appearance anymore than Legolas.”

“Glorfindel and you both should council the three of them and try to resolve the issue. You both may feel the sea calling at anytime, and then they will be left alone to rule Imladris. That one incident cannot cause a break from their mother’s parents. It cannot be allowed to happen.”

“Are Galadriel and Celeborn aware of the incident?” Erestor asked as he scribbled some notes into his ever present journal.

“They are aware that something occurred, but not the whole story. Elladan would be mortified if they were to find out. Perhaps a carefully worded message could be sent warning them of the potential danger to their marchwarden’s life,” Elrond replied with a slight frown. “You will take care of that, Erestor; no one else can match your diplomacy.”

“I will see that it is done once we return to Imladris,” Erestor replied, quickly writing in his journal. “I will also send a message to Cirdan of your intentions to sail.”

“It will be hard to leave my children behind, but now that I am sure of Elladan and Elrohir’s decision it will ease my heart. Arwen, my sweet daughter, is lost to me forever,” Elrond said sadly. “The fact that she is married to Estel and will raise a family does little to ease my pain. She will die a mortal’s death once Estel passes from this world. Knowing Elladan and Elrohir will take care of her does bring me some comfort.”

“They will stay until she passed from this world?” Erestor asked with sadness in his eyes.

“Aye, they have promised me not to sail until her passing,” Elrond responded with great sadness. “They will grant her last wish and return her to Lorien where she and Estel first met.”

“I imagine many trips will be made to Gondor by the twins and Legolas,” Erestor replied. “They love their sister, and Legolas formed a deep friendship with Estel. Glorfindel and I will oversee the running of Imladris while they travel. Your guidance will be missed, but I think we can handle things, especially knowing you are with Celebrian.

“I have no doubts about leaving my sons in Glorfindel’s and your hands. Believe me my friend, I trust you both,” Elrond replied graciously. Rising, he suggested a walk through the gardens.

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Elladan only had to look into Legolas’ loving eyes to know the prince was telling him the truth. He was not Haldir and he loved him. “I trust you, my Prince, but please forgive me if I react as if I do not want your touch. I do.”

“I will love you slowly and build your desire until you beg me to take you, beloved,” Legolas replied bending to kiss the elf warrior gently. Their kiss could not stay gentle as their passions rose to new heights, and soon Elladan was moaning hungrily.

Legolas took his time as he explored every part of Elladan’s body with his hands, which were soon followed by his tongue. The elf warrior moaned his beloved’s name as he was explored in such a sensual way. The prince paid particular attention to Elladan’s nipples, and the Imladrin prince arched into the touch, trying to hold Legolas’ head close to his body.

As he made his way further down the elf warrior’s body, Legolas was sure to ignore his already leaking arousal. Elladan begged his soon-to-be mate to take him in his mouth, but Legolas wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted just yet. He admired the well toned thighs and legs, and couldn’t help allowing his tongue to explore his lover’s lower limbs. When the prince reached Elladan’s toes, he sucked on them until the elf warrior almost sobbed with desire.

“Please take me in your mouth, Legolas. I can’t wait another moment,” Elladan begged, reaching to pull the prince closer to his middle. “You are driving me insane and I need you as much as I want you.”

The prince gave in and took the elf warrior into his mouth, teasing the head with a few sucks and licks before taking him deep in his throat. As Legolas pleased Elladan this way, he moved his slick finger around his lover’s entrance before gently pressing it in. Elladan tensed for a moment until Legolas found his magic spot and caressed it while adding another finger to help stretch him.

Elladan growled as he was caressed and pushed against Legolas’ fingers. As the prince added another finger to be sure he did not cause his beloved any pain, the elf warrior was begging for an end to the slow torture Legolas was putting him through.

“Elladan,” Legolas said softly, “remember that I love you.”

“As I love you, Ernilen,” Elladan replied.

“I will go slowly. If you feel any pain, tell me and I will pause until it stops,” the prince promised lovingly.

The elf warrior immediately tensed and Legolas tried to calm him by speaking softly and allowing his fingertips to brush over Elladan’s thighs. “It will be fine, melethen, trust me.”

“I do,” Elladan replied nervously.

“Then you must relax, beloved,” Legolas said softly still trying to settle Elladan. The prince took Elladan back into his mouth, and the elf warrior almost screamed with pleasure. The prince knew Elladan was ready and slowly moved up his body to place a kiss on his lover’s already kiss-bruised lips.

Legolas entered him slowly, barely an inch at a time, and when Elladan hissed, the prince stopped until the elf warrior adjusted. It was hard on Legolas because Elladan felt so hot and tight that he had to fight the urge to take him hard and throw caution to the wind.

Once Legolas was fully sheathed, Elladan let out a relieved breath and stared up at the prince with wonder evident in his eyes.

“I told you I would not hurt you, my Elf Warrior.”

“Aye, you did, and I find myself regretting holding out this long,” Elladan confessed quietly.

“My dearest Elladan, the pleasure hasn’t even started yet,” Legolas was quick to remind him. “I am going to move now. Are you ready?”

“Aye, please,” Elladan answered with a nod of his head.

The prince took Elladan’s mouth in a deep pillaging kiss before starting to thrust into his beloved with small, light thrusts. Both lovers moaned into the kiss. Legolas was caressed by Elladan’s inner muscles, and the elf warrior was treated to a new and desirable feeling of being filled by one he loved.

Soon Legolas changed his angle and began to thrust deeper into Elladan. Every movement the prince made caressed the half-elf’s hidden nub, and the elf warrior cried out as he started to meet Legolas’ thrusts. The prince could not hold back his own moans, and he reached between them and began to stroke Elladan in time with his movements.

Elladan practically screamed as he was being pleased from without and within. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on as Legolas whispered seductively in his ear. “Sweet Eru…Legolas,” the elf warrior gasped. He was being taken to heights of desire he had ever known.

“I promised you,” Legolas said breathlessly continuing to please Elladan and himself. “You feel so good. I knew you would be exquisite.”

Elladan arched into Legolas one last time before his orgasm rushed through him and he came over the prince’s still pumping hand and their chests. He screamed Legolas’ name and clung to the prince, trembling with the aftermath of his climax.

Legolas was quick to follow when Elladan’s inner muscles squeezed and released around him. His own cry of the elf warrior’s name echoed through the glade as he filled his beloved with his seed. Elladan felt the sensation and moaned once again, realizing that he was safe with Legolas.

The prince collapsed on Elladan’s chest, but quickly rose to his elbows so as not to crush him. Smiling down at his beloved, Legolas ran his hands through Elladan’s tousled hair and bent to kiss him tenderly. “Are you well pleased, my Elf Warrior?”

“Aye, that I am,” Elladan admitted, once he had regained his breath. “Must we return soon?”

“Nay,” Legolas replied with a smile. “Though I suggest we wash ourselves before we are stuck together.”

“I do not wish to move,” Elladan said with a small smile. “Will you love me again?”

“I will love you always, Elladan,” Legolas replied with another tender kiss.

TBC in Chapter 25 - Part Two