The Love Potion Series

Title: Love Potion No. 22

Author: BernsteinNixe

Email: Bernstein_nixe@y...

Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com

List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Thranduil/Haldir/Orophin/Rúmil

Beta: Minuial Nuwing

Summary: The King of Mirkwood has come to `Lórien and Rúmil wants to
play, but his potion doesn't work quite as planned.

Warning: Incest. Double penetration of a male character. OUCH! But
don't worry, he is willing and enjoys it fully. (forgive the pun)

"Daro!" came the command from above. The Elf pulled on the reins of
his horse, bringing the animal to a halt. He looked up, searching
for the source of the voice, but in the darkness, nothing was to be
seen but the dark silhouettes of branches and rustling leaves.

"Identify yourself," said the same voice.

"I am Thranduil, King of Mirkwood." The blonde Elf looked straight
overhead, in the direction from which the voice came, as he
answered.

"Where are your guards?"

"There are no guards. I have come alone." Thranduil waited as the
Galadhrim whispered amongst themselves.

"Very well, dismount from your horse, and when you are ready, you
may come up and join us."

The King did as the guardians bade him, and when he had secured his
horse to the trunk of the tree, a ladder made of silvery rope was
thrown down from above.

By the time Thranduil reached the talan, the `Lórien Elves had lit a
lamp, and upon entering he was met with three of the most beautiful
faces he had ever seen.

"Welcome, your Majesty," said the Elf in front who bowed
gracefully. "I am Haldir, and these are my brothers, Rúmil and
Orophin."

"'Tis my pleasure," the King answered, noting how alike the three
brothers were. They were all of similar height and build, and their
faces were almost identical. The only differences were in the colors
of their eyes and hair. Haldir's hair was a sun-kissed blonde, and
his eyes bluer than the afternoon sky. Rúmil's eyes were like young
leaves in the spring; his hair a deeper, honey shade. In contrast to
his brothers, Orophin's tones were cool: light ashy strands and eyes
like molten mithril.

"It is dangerous to travel alone these days, and the safety of a
King is crucial to his kingdom. Why have you not brought guards for
protection?" Haldir asked.

"I have good reason, but that is a matter I must discuss with your
Lord and Lady."

"Then I will be honored to bring you before them, my Lord. We will
leave in the morning. Unless it cannot wait…"

"We may leave on the morrow. I am quite worn out and could use the
rest."
Haldir nodded in understanding. "Would you care for something to
drink, my Lord? We have water and some apple juice…"

"Nay, gwanur," Rúmil interrupted, "I am sure his Majesty would
prefer some wine."

"But we do not have any wine, as we are not allowed to drink on
duty."

"Oh, but we do. I have brought a bottle of our favorite: raspberry
wine. It is alright, I will not drink any, and if the two of you
only drink a goblet each, surely you will not be affected."

Haldir sighed. "Would you like some raspberry wine, my Lord?"

"Aye, wine would be nice; but I do not wish to cause you any
trouble…"

"There will be no trouble. Pour us some wine, Rúmil," Haldir said
while glaring at his youngest brother. By now he was quite familiar
with Rúmil's various bewitchments. "Where are you going?" he asked
the honey-haired Elf, who had started down the ladder.

"To get the wine. It is cooling in the stream."

Haldir and Orophin rolled their eyes at their brother and invited
the King to make himself comfortable in the sitting area they had
created from soft blankets and pillows laid out upon a sheepskin
rug.

The shallow stream where the wine bottle lay resting against rocks
was only steps away from the tree where the flet was located. Rúmil
reached into cold water to grab it. He sat down on the leaf strewn
ground and pulled from inside his boot a red pouch filled with white
powder. He was determined to make their night with Mirkwood's King
an unforgettable one. The young Elf uncorked the bottle and put in a
pinch of the love dust. This particular blend was meant to cause its
victim to be overcome with lust for the first person he laid eyes
upon after taking a sip. Rúmil hoped that Haldir and Orophin would
develop eyes only for each other, and thus he would have Thranduil
all for himself.

"What are you smiling about?" Orophin feigned ignorance as Rúmil
poured the ruby red wine into each of three goblets, with a badly
hidden grin.

"'Tis nothing. I only remembered something…"

"Share it with us," said Haldir.

Rúmil handed his oldest brother the last goblet. "Later."

Orophin and Haldir eyed each other before bringing the wine to their
lips. They knew what Rúmil was up to, but were not opposed to the
idea. Thranduil was a very tempting Elf after all.

The sly grin faded immediately when Rúmil saw three sets of dilated
pupils all turned to him. Obviously, things were not going as
planned. The worried guard moved back slightly, only to be lunged at
by three love-hungry Elves.

Hands were everywhere: pulling off his boots, untying his leggings,
tugging at the hems of his tunic and ripping it apart. Wine was
dribbled onto his chest, his stomach, and his cock only to be licked
off by eager tongues.

Rúmil writhed helplessly, moaning into Haldir's mouth while Orophin
exploited the side of his neck. A pleasant heat left his cock, and
moments later his hips were lifted off of the ground. Thranduil's
leaking hardness nudged his entrance and he turned away from
Haldir's lip lock, giving the King a look that said, "Do not tease."

Thranduil claimed Rúmil with one smooth thrust, sending shivers down
the young Elf's spine. Haldir and Orophin watched with lust glazed
eyes as their brother's lithe body rocked with the force of the
Woodland Elf's thrusts. The two guardians assumed new positions: one
on either side of Rúmil, heads above his bobbing erection. The green
eyed beauty drank in the sight of his brothers kig eag each other,
their faces mere inches away from the part of him that ached to be
caressed by their tongues; and they granted his wish. One tongue
moved to his sack, and the other to the tip of his cock, both
teasing him mercilessly.

Haldir remained in place at the head, while Orophin traveled up his
length, their tongues meeting near the tip where they stopped to
kiss each other again while Thranduil continued his ruthless
pummeling.

Unable to hold back any longer, the young Elf came with a hoarse
cry, his seed splattering across his brother's faces. Orophin and
Haldir laughed, and eagerly began licking Rúmil's semen off of each
other. The sight was enough to bring Thranduil over the edge; and
the King emptied himself into Rúmil's spent body.

Haldir grinned at the view of the Mirkwood Elf who collapsed onto
the floor, decorating it with a mass of platinum hair. But the
guardian still yearned for Rúmil, as did Orophin. "Come, Rúmil. It
is not over for you yet," Haldir said, and lifted his brother up in
his arms. He lay back on the blankets and impaled his brother upon
his shaft with a satisfied moan. His cock glided in and out of the
semen-slicked channel easily.

Mhilehile, Orophin retrieved a vile of oil from Rúmil's pack. He
pushed down Haldir's knees, positioning himself behind Rúmil, and
stroked himself with a hand that dripped with oil. Picking up on
whatphinphin wanted, Haldir stilled and wrapped his arms around
Rúmil's back, pulling him down to give Orophin better access. "Just
tell us if it hurts too much, pen-neth," he whispered as he pulled
hair away from his brother's neck and shoulders to kiss the soft
skin tenderly. Orophin rested one hand on the small of Rúmil's back
while guiding his cock into his brother's already filled entrance
with the other.

Rúmil winced when Orophin begain to push, as slowly and gently as
possible, stretching him more than his body wanted to allow. Haldir
curled his fingers around his brother's shaft, stroking him as he
continued licking his neck. His ministrations made the discomfort
more bearable for Rúmil. Still, as Orophin's cock continued to
stretch the tight ring of muscle, he cried out in pain.

"Shall I stop, Rúmil? I wish to give you pleasure, not pain."

"I find pleasure in this ache, gwanur. Saes, do not stop," said the
breathless Elf. And so Orphin pushed, while Haldir soothed, until he
was all the way in and then remained still, allowing Rúmil to
adjust.

The three Galadhrim were panting with need while Thranduil watched
the display before him with shock and amazement; and his cock began
to stir once more. Groans, whimpers, and Elvish curses flooded the
air as Orophin began to move gently, his cock stroking not only
Rúmil's insides, but Haldir's aching member as well. Honey-amber
hair tickled Haldir's face as he and Rúmil kissed again, muffling
each other's muttered pleas.

In his passion, Orophin did not notice the hands that grabbed his
hips, nor the hardness that was pressed against his backside, until
Thranduil sheathed himself in one fluid thrust. The guardian
whimpered in frustration, torn between pushing backward onto the
King's flesh, or forward into the exquisite tightness that was
Rúmil's overstretched channel.

"How does it feel, Rúmil?' Haldir asked his flushed and undone
brother as he struggled not to concentrate on his own impending
orgasm.

"It aches… burns… and… I feel utterly stretched and filled."

Haldir obviously asked the wrong question, because when he imagined
what his brother had described, his nerves seemed to explode; his
cock twitching and squirting its seed inside of Rúmil.

A chain reaction ensued. Haldir's ecstatic cries and shudders
brought Rúmil to a sharp peak, bringing on a climax unlike any other
he had ever experienced: one marked by exquisite pain.

The rhythmic pulsing of one brother's cock, combined with the
other's squeezing muscles and the hot fluid flooding the tight body
was enough to undo Orophin as well. With a keen cry of Rúmil's name
he came, his spasms milking Thranduil to blissful completion.

The strenuous activity resulted in a heap of spent Elves, lying one
on top of another, limbs tangled in loving embrace. Smiles remained
on their fair faces even when the love dust lost its effect, and
their marble bodies were bathed in moonlight as they slept through
the night.


Elvish:

Pen-neth – young one

Gwanur - brother