Melethen

Chapter Four

Erestor made his way down the hall, ignoring the astonished looks of those he
passed. It was a rare sight to see the reserved counselor all but running
through the manor especially with such a delighted look on his face. He had
information for Elrond that would not wait, information he hoped would ease the
elflord’s worry over the choice his sons’ would soon be forced to make.

“Elrond,” he said, rushing into the office. “I just came from the Hall
of Fire and I witnesses something that should ease your mind. An event so
unexpected that if I hadn‘t seen it with my own two eyes, I wouldn‘t have
believed it.”

“For Elbereth’s sake, Erestor!” Glorfindel said when it was plain the
counselor was waiting for a reaction. “Tell us what you caught sight of.”

“Aye, if you are so affected by the scene, I would hear about it,” Elrond
replied, a smile softening his features.

“Elladan kissed Legolas and not a friendly peck on the cheek. He pushed him
against the wall and took his time enjoying the taste of the prince‘s mouth.”
Erestor recounted, his excitement causing him to flush.

“Are you sure it was not Elrohir,” Elrond asked, surprised his eldest
would do such a thing.

“It was Elladan, the prince called him by name,” the counselor insisted.

“When I was returning from the barracks earlier, I saw Bainon showing off a
dagger that I thought was Elrohir’s favorite,” Glorfindel recalled. “When
questioned, he admitted the dagger was payment for a favor asked of him by
Elrohir himself. It seems he was retained as a guard, his only mission to ensure
nothing would interrupt the twins and a certain prince once food was delivered
to their chambers.”

“Perhaps Thranduil’s plan is not so far fetched,” Elrond stated as he
leaned back in his chair.

“Thranduil’s plan is pure lunacy,“ Glorfindel huffed, his dislike of
the proposal readily apparent. “None of them have expressed an interest in…your
sons are no different than most elves, Legolas is favored by many.”

“Aye, favored by many, bedded by few,” Erestor said, without thinking,
causing a blush to cover his cheeks. “That -- that is the rumor, anyway.”

The blond warrior chuckled at the counselor who glared in return.

“Their desire for the prince, if that is indeed what it is, does not
guarantee they will chose to be elfkind.” The elflord sighed, ignoring his
most trusted friends‘ exchange. “If aligning myself with the king will
ensure their eternity --”

“Elrond, you can’t be serious!” Glorfindel couldn’t believe Elrond
was even thinking about going along with Thranduil’s scheme.

“You forget, my friend, that he is in danger of losing his son, as well,”
Erestor reminded the Balrog slayer, gently. “The prince could choose to remain
on these shores and fade, I think that is Thranduil’s greatest fear.”

“You are both as misguided as he is,” Glorfindel replied, throwing his
arms in the air.

“It will not hurt to hear him out once we arrive,” Elrond responded,
hoping to calm the warrior.

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“Now that the purpose of this night has been exposed, would you like a
drink,” Elrohir asked, already on his way to the table. “I promise it to be
the finest wine you have ever tasted, my prince, specially selected for this
night.”

“I would love one,” Legolas replied, watching the younger twin’s
movements. A smiled graced his lips and he asked, “Did you think to get me
drunk and take advantage of me?”

Elrohir placed his hand over his heart and with mock pain showing on his
face, he spoke. “You wound me, Legolas, I would never think of doing anything
so underhanded.”

The prince raised his eyebrows and looked at the twin doubtfully. Elladan
moved to wrap his arm around Legolas’ waist and nuzzled his neck. “Actually,
we would have done anything to make sure you accepted our request.”

A tremor moved its way through his body and a quiet gasp escaped his mouth as
Legolas arched his neck. Taking full advantage of the situation, Elladan trailed
his tongue over the sensitive skin before nipping him with his teeth, his sword
calloused hand traveled over the sinuous muscles of the archer’s chest and
down his taut abdomen, stopping only when his flat palm began to massage the
growing hardness of the prince’s member.

Elrohir watched his brother overwhelm the prince with his strokes and breath
claiming kisses. The delectable sounds he was pulling from the archer had him
biting his own lip to keep from moaning himself. The wine long forgotten, he
joined Elladan, his hands making quick work of the fastenings on Legolas’
tunic. Glimpses of unmarred pale skin tempted the younger twin as he struggled
to remove the offending garment. Once it was removed and Elrohir caught sight of
the dusty rose nipples, his fingers teased them until they were hard and
sensitive.

“Wait, wait,” Legolas begged, his voice husky with desire as he stepped
back from them on shaky legs. If it was possible, he looked more beautiful
standing there with his face flushed, his breath coming in gasps and his eyes
darkened with need.

The twins stood there staring at him looking much the same as the prince.
Elladan, however, was able to form a question in his lust fogged brain. “Are
you well?”

“Very,” the Legolas answered, without delay, his breath coming easier.
“I just thought we might find the pillows more comfortable. I confess, I was
having difficulty remaining upright. There is also the matter of your clothing.”

Understanding his meaning, the twins removed their tunics and tossed them on
a nearby chair. The sight of their bare chests nearly took Legolas’ breath
away, the memory of Elladan’s muscular back and his moans drifted into his
mind.

The prince took a step forward as his hand reached out to touch a well
developed chest. He allowed his fingers to delight in the feel of the hair
surrounding a nipple, it fascinated him and he smiled as Elrohir suppressed a
gasp. He allowed his hand to fall and stepped in front of Elladan.

“I have wanted to do this since I saw you step out of the pool,” he said
as his fingers moved over the twin’s treasure trail, stopping at the top of
his leggings resting low on his hips. “I cannot wait to see how it feels as my
tongue travels that path.”

“Ai, gods,” Elladan breathed, his body reacting to the promise of such an
act by arching into Legolas‘ touch.

“Forget the gods,” the prince advised, seductively. “It is my name you
will scream as I swallow your seed like a babe hungry for his mother‘s milk.”

“Sweet Eru, Legolas,” Elrohir said, his eyes showing his surprise at the
prince’s brazenness.

“Which room is yours,” he asked, grinning at the younger twin.

“That one,” Elrohir answered, pointing to the doorway on the left, his
grin matching the prince‘s.

“I will join you there at the stroke of midnight,” Legolas promised
before kissing him so ravenously that Elrohir thought he changed his mind. “Wait
for me, melethron.”

“You have my word,” the youngest twin replied before winking at his
brother and picking up a glass of wine which he abandoned earlier.

‘You can do this, Elladan, think only of the prince and the pleasure he
will bring you.’

Legolas turned his gaze on Elladan who was still looking at his brother with
what appeared to be excitement and nervousness, but when he looked down at the
prince, he smiled brightly and captured Legolas‘ hand in his own.

“Come with me, my prince, and I will fulfill my earlier promise,” he
said, softly, causing a delightful thrill to trek up Legolas’ spine as he was
led into Elladan‘s room.

“You would worship me this night,” the prince asked as the twin closed
the door.

“I would,” Elladan replied, walking across the room and pulling Legolas
into his arms.

“You may begin,” he said before covering the elf warrior’s lips with
his own. The prince’s kiss was hungry and he ravaged the honeyed recesses of
Elladan’s mouth as his hands explored the back he was so enthralled with. A
needful moan from his lover inflamed Legolas and he pressed himself against the
magnificent form holding him.

Elladan was lost in the excitement the prince produced within him, his only
coherent thought was to bring this breathtaking creature to the highest peaks of
pleasure and worship him there eternally. Provoked by his own thoughts, he
carried Legolas to his bed and positioned himself above him.

“So beautiful,” Elladan murmured as his scorching kisses moved down
Legolas’ graceful neck and to his lightly muscled chest. As he took a peaked
nipple into his warm, wet mouth, the prince whimpered with want and arched his
body, his hands holding Elladan’s head, trying to increase his pleasure.

When Elladan stopped and sat back on his heels, Legolas groaned in protest.

“Patience, my prince,” the twin soothed as he loosened the ties on the
prince‘s leggings. “There is little need to continue if we don’t remove
these.”

“Cut them off if you must,” Legolas suggested, impatiently. Feeling a
tug, he lifted his hips and his leggings were removed. A chuckle from Elladan
brought a smile to his face and he turned to him. The twin was loosening the
ties on his leggings and Legolas was so mesmerized by the sight, he could not
look away. The term extremely blessed did little to describe the size of the
elfhood that was proudly pressed against Elladan’s abdomen.

“Elladan,” he said, holding his hand out to welcome the twin back into
bed. They shared a blistering kiss as they both explored the newly bared parts
of their bodies. The feel of their arousal’s touching caused them both to cry
out, but when Elladan reached between them and stroked them together they were
overcome with desire.

“Saes, Elladan, take me,” Legolas gasped, trying to move his body in an
effort to get even closer to the twin.

“It is my only desire,” he replied, reaching for the oil he used on his
weapons. Once it was in his hands, he kissed the prince with such eagerness
Legolas thought himself spelled.

Gentle fingers prepared him, teasing him until he thought he would go mad
with longing. His pleads for an end to the blissful torture were ignored until
he was almost sobbing for relief.

The tender kiss Elladan bestowed on him pulled at core of his heart, a warmth
spread through him and filled him with an overwhelming sense of peace. Even as
he welcomed it, it terrified him and he fought to keep from fleeing.

“I will not hurt you,” he heard Elladan whisper and his fear melted.

“I know,” Legolas replied in a whisper of his own. “Love me.”

“I will,” he said as he pushed forward and entered the tight, velvet
heat. His hiss of intense pleasure filled the room as he paused for his lover to
adjust. ‘I do.’

Legolas pushed against him and was soon lost in wave after wave of intense
desire as Elladan demonstrated his expertise in the love arts. Slow, deep
thrusts that caressed his hidden nub with every movement had him howling like a
wolf at the moon. Never before had anyone taken him to such heights of passion
and he met Elladan’s drives eagerly. Too quickly, he reached the pinnacle, his
cry as he spilled his seed between them, was Elladan’s name.

His name had never sounded sweeter than it did when Legolas cried it out in
passion. It was enough to send him over the edge, the contracting of his lover’s
muscles around him only heightened his pleasure. Elladan’s cry, his triumph of
defeating the past and charging toward the future, was the name of the one he
had vowed to worship eternally…..

Legolas.

TBC