In Twilight

A/N: Chapter 5 is finished being betaed (thanks Ilye!); chapter 6-7 is being revised while I finish writing chapter 11 and start 12. For those wondering, I'll also be working on Starry Sky chapters 4-6 this week. They'll be up either by the weekend or earlier next week. I'm also trying to get started a series called The Flower and The Fountain, based on the Silmarillion and foc
using on Glorfindel and Ecthelion. Problem is I haven't read the book (on a measly page 16), and though the story centers on the two characters rather than what's going on around them, background info would be nice. If anyone can help, please e-mail me. It would be much appreciated.
Going to try getting my own website for stories and ficlets up soon; I'll post the web address when the site is up and running.

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Chapter 5: A Moment Together
Summary: Stealing stealthily away from the feast, Elladan and Legolas steal some time for themselves and get to know one another a little bit better.

Elladan had been right, it was a long feast. At least it had been for him, and probably for Legolas, as well judging by the half-hidden, bored expressions he caught on the prince‘s face when he chanced to glance over. Throughout the evening, Elladan had found himself dragged from one conversation into another, all of which he found terribly boring when normally he wouldn’t. The elder twin also ended up avoiding as many dances as possible, passing partners off to his brother, who didn’t seem to mind as much as Elladan thought he would. In fact, it seemed to Elladan, Elrohir accepted his rejected partners with grace, occasionally throwing his brother a knowing, thoughtful look. Elladan began to wonder if Elrohir knew how he felt about Legolas, and why he wasn’t acting himself that night. He shook his head; his twin knew a great deal about him, but he couldn’t possibly know about that.

As the feast came to a close, and guests were taking their leave of the king and queen’s hospitality, the royal family retired one by one. Elladan made his apologies, excusing himself as being tired from the day’s events and the feast. Elrohir watched him go, flashing a look and grin in Arondil’s direction as Legolas also bade good night to his parents a few moments later. Snickering was heard behind the younger twin and he turned, finding Celeron and Nimriel observing Legolas’ exit. The four elves smiled knowingly at one another before also taking their polite leave from the feast.

It took all of Legolas’ willpower not to race down the corridors and to Elladan’s chamber at the end of the guests’ hall. Normally, he found the moonlight festival pleasant, and looked forward to the feast that was held. But, tonight, other thoughts were on his mind, specifically on a certain Peredhel twin. Time and time again Legolas found himself having to drag his attentions away from Elladan and back to whatever conversation or dance he was currently engaged in. Now that it was all over, he found, much to his dismay, that he could not yet relax until he was behind closed doors, lest he raise suspicions he was not yet ready to face. Legolas forced himself to walk slowly and discretely down the halls, avoiding as many people as possible on his way.

Finally, in far too long of a time period, the prince found himself facing the intricately carved oak door, behind which were Elladan’s quarters during his stay in Mirkwood. He took a breath, calming his nerves before knocking, and entered at the slightest sound he heard. As he turned to shut the door, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders and waist, drawing him back against a warm body. Closing his eyes, Legolas breathed in the scent of pine and damp air that Elladan always seemed to be surrounded in, leaning his head back against a shoulder as a pair of lips gently caressed his neck.

“I thought that feast was never going to end,” Elladan’s voice whispered into his ear, before Legolas felt himself being turned, gray eyes gazing lovingly down at him. He smiled warmly, raising his arms to encircle his new lover’s neck.

“My thoughts exactly. It lasted far too long for me, though I never seemed to mind before.”

“Oh? And why is that, dear prince?”

“Because I was looking forward to certain…activities that were to be performed after the feast.” Elladan let out a soft chuckle as he began to steer the two of them towards the bed. He stood with one knee on the bed above Legolas, as the prince took a seat on the soft straw mattress.

“You don’t think we left in too much of a hurry, do you?” the dark twin asked near the pointed ear, tongue darting out momentarily to glide against a tip. A shudder raced through Legolas’ frame at the warm, wet touch, craving more of it on other regions of his person.

“If we did, then we can let the others wonder as to why.”

“I like your way of thinking, ernil-nîn.” Legolas simply smiled in return, tugging Elladan down to sit next to him as they both leaned in for another deep kiss. Slipping his tongue within the dark recesses of the prince’s mouthl Elladan wrestled with his lover’s, eliciting small gasps and moans from his prince. His hands were busy unbraiding the golden hair, freeing it from its bonds; slender hands also moved in his dark locks, undoing the twists and releasing the clasp. Hands dived in, fingers twining around strands as each marveled at the other’s silky downiness. The need for air became apparent as their chests began to feel tight. Reluctantly they pulled apart, cloudy, dark eyes holding the other’s gaze as cheeks stained a faint pink.

The gaze lasted a moment longer before Elladan smiled, steering the golden prince so that he was lying down on his back in the center of the bed with the dark twin kneeling over him. Half-lidded eyes watched intently as Elladan worked at his clothes, first divesting Legolas of his cloak before working on the intricate fastenings of his tunic. The whole while the twin kept his mouth busy, planting soft kisses and nips along the side of his lover’s neck, biting down softly at Legolas’ pulse point and bringing out a groan of pleasure from the silvery voice. Finally, when the tunic fell open, warm hands weaved their way over pale skin; the sensations racing over the prince’s skin caused him to arch up into the touch, bringing a smile to Elladan’s face.

“Are we enjoying this?” he asked, the grin never leaving his face as his lips brushed against quivering skin.

“You are such a tease, melethron-nîn.” Legolas’ voice was barely above a whisper, quiverwithwith the desire building up within him. Elladan smiled wider, continuing his ministrations as he felt slender hands working to unfasten his own robes before mirroring the movement of his hands. He moaned at the faint brush of fingers on his heated flesh, stopping his own movements to savor the jolts of energy racing up his spine, sending small stars dancing in his eyes. Feeling a nuzzle on the side of his head, Elladan placed his lips over Legolas’ once again as arms were slipped out of sleeves before tunic and robe were cast aside. Feverish hands moved to rid the other’s body of suddenly too tight leggings. Once completely free of any article of clothing, Elladan allowed his body to lower onto that of the prince, both letting out a gasp as their skins touched and created delicious friction.

“Ve' ôl,” Elladan murmured, his tongue flicking out over a leaf shaped tip.

“Alôl,” Legolas whispered back, lips brushing the spot behind Elladan’s ear, delighting in the moan the action brought forth. “Far from a dream, ithil-nîn Hae'ôl, ithil-nîn.” Burying his hands in locks of the richest dark browns, Legolas marveled at the beauty in his lover he had only seen before in the face of the moon. Elladan was the presence that gave light to the dark; Legolas was the one bearing light for the day.

“Uma, naa'l ôl, anor-nin, anor-nin. Naa menel.” The sun smiled against the moon as they came together for another desire-filled kiss, lips bruising in the contact, but neither minding. Elladan broke away far too soon for Legolas’ liking, using his lips to explode the planes of the archer’s chest whilst hands busily stroked against any skin they could find. Legolas could do nothing but surrender to the kisses and caresses, hands buried deep into raven tresses, fingers twirling and stroking the soft locks. He could feel his lover’s tongue working to map his torso and abdomen, gasps leaving his lips as he felt suddenly sensitive patches of flesh being touched with the briefest of strokes. He writhed beneath his losilesilently imploring him not to be so torturous.

Elladan took his time, delighted at the feel of creamy skin under his hands and the sounds coming from his lover, like music he played with natural talent. He kissed the taut muscles of Legolas’ abdomen before moving lover. Lifting his head, he gazed into the prince’s face, the ends of his hair tickling Legolas’ stomach whilst his hands gently stroked the skin of his lover’s inner thighs to calm him. A faint wisp of a smile spread across the Greenleaf’s face as the sudden absence of touch.

“Metho nin, melethron.”

“Úsi, nan' thentenn.” He felt rather than saw the other’s body writhe in impatience before he claimed his lover in his mouth. Legolas bit down a scream, and his hands, having left Elladan’s hair, knotted themselves in the sheets as he arched upwards in an effort to bury himself further into the hot cavern surrounding him. Firm hands on his hips held him down as soothing fingers drew small circles on the skin in an attempt to calm the prince. But Legolas was far from calm as he felt Elladan began to suck on the shaft, his tongue scraping along the skin of the heated column, sending stars into his lover’s eyes. A low groan sounded from the depths of the prince’s throat as Elladan pulled away, teeth nipping playfully at the tip before engulfing his love once again. He repeated the action a handful of times, the tip of his tongue lapping at the pre-cum pearling at his lover’s slit.

“I can’t stand it,” Legolas gasped out.

“Then let go, ernil-nîn,” Elladan soothed before taking him in again. The pressure of the building sensations and the feel of the twin swallowing his erection yet again caused Legolas to release into the other‘s mouth, his back lifting off the bed before tumbling down again as his passion died down in rolling waves. Closing his eyes, Legolas steadied his breathing, feeling the cool forest breeze brushing over his skin through a window he hadn‘t realized was open.

Elladan releasem, sm, swallowing the last of the creamy seed before sliding himself upwards over the lithe pale body. The golden hair spilled out like a halo on the pillows around the lean face, eyes closed and face aglow as his passion ebbed. Heavy-lidded sapphire eyes opened again as gentle fingers traced a cheekbone, a warm smile greeting Elladan, one which he returned before kissing the soft lips before him. Legolas could taste the saltiness of his seed on his love’s lips and in his mouth as he sucked lightly on the tongue that sparred with his own. Mischievously, he grinned into the kiss, one hand sliding down to wrap long fingers around Elladan’s ever present hard-on. He delighted in the surprised gasp he heard and felt as he gently pumped the organ.

“Daro ungwal nin ,” Elladan pleaded as his body spasmed in the pulsating touch his lover provided.

“Pân naa fael i n'alatelien, melethron-nîn,” the prince cooed before taking a delicate earlobe between his lips and sucking.

“Far n'alatelien.” Musical laughter left the golden one beneath him.

“Im nowe lioio oio athonaya.” Elladan merely smirked, leaning into for another bruising kiss before reaching for something on the nightstand next to the bed. A pop was heard, followed by the sounds of the twin fumbling with something while never breaking the kiss. Legolas squirmed underneath his moon, impatient for his lover’s touch. And then it was there, slick fingers moving from his hip, lazily over to his thigh, before pressing at his entrance. He moaned into thin’sin’s mouth as a finger pushed in; the slight discomfort caused him to release Elladan’s lips, a sharp intake of breath passing through his own bruised pair. He stopped moving for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion. The prince hadn’t realized his eyes were closed until he opened them to find himself gazing into a pair of concerned, loving gray orbs. Smiling as the pain subsided, Legolas wiggled his hips a bit as he began to feel pleasure from the digit within him.

“Saes, melethron-nîn,” he whispered, kissing his lover’s lips to reassure him and ask him to continue. It was enough for Elladan as he smiled, leaning forward to slowly kiss the creamy column of neck before him whilst preparing his precious one further. Twisting his finger ever so slightly, he gently urged the tight ring of muscle to open and allow another digit to accompany the first. In the process, he brushed against something only to cause Legolas to writhe and groan more. Concern filled him again as Elladan lay motionless on top of his prince for fear of hurting him again. Frustration from the sudden cessation of movement crept into the lithe body, but Legolas forced it down again as he fixed his gaze onto his lover, immediately understanding the concern written there.

“Saes, údaro,” he pleaded, reassuring Elladan with another brief kiss. Another smile, this one of relief, passed over the dark elf.

“Im údaro.” And he didn’t as he once again worked to prepare his lover, this time in a gentler fashion than was necessary, but all the more cautiously. He took his time, slowly scissoring the flesh until Elladan felt all was ready. Quickly, he coated his own erection with the remainder of the oil on his hand before rising on his heels a little, hands loosely grasping Legolas’ hips. His golden lover gave him a nod and another smile, one that reassured him and stated his readiness. Leaning in for another kiss, Elladan lifted t sli slim hips off the bust ust the barest amount before slowly pressing into his lover, feeling himself begin swallowed by heat unimaginable. Once fully sheathed inside his prince, he paused, allowing both of them time to adjust to their new connection. Only when Elladan had decided the moan he heard coming from the fair one beneath him was from pleasure and not pain did he begin to set up a rhythm.

Slow and steadily, he pulled himself out until he had almost left his prince all together. Just as slowly, Elladan pushed back in again, relishing in the feel of the searing heat enveloping him and the tight ring of muscle surrounding his base. Twice more he pulled out and pushed back in, his second thrust brushing against the secret spot just as his fingers had done, eliciting a strangled moan of pleasure from his lover. Even the half-swallowed, half-voiced sound felt like music to his ears; smiling he thrust in again, the moans growing louder each time he touched that hidden gland. The dark twin quickened his pace as one hand slid over a hip to grasp at Legolas’ weeping erection, stroking the slit with his thumb while fingers and palm began to pump the column.

The sensation of being doubly connected was mind blowing to the prince. Craving more of his lover’s touch, Legolas arched his back, feeling himself nearing his edge. He willed himself to hold back for just a moment longer to savor the warmth, the loving touches. But Elladan’s steady rhythm was ever quickening, pushing him nearer and nearer to orgasm. With a strangled cry he came again for the second time that night, creamy seed spilling forth in rivulets over his lover’s hand. At the sound of his voice and the tightening around his cock, Elladan gritted his teeth as he too felt himself coming, releasing himself deep within his lover. Exhausted but satiated, he fell forward, his warm body covering the one below him.

Chests rose and fell against one another, breathing returning to normal as stars cleared away from behind closed eyes. Coming back to his senses, Elladan opened heavy-lidded eyes. Wearilym he reached over for a cloth lying on the nightstand for unknown purposes, using it to clean himself and Legolas of the prince’s seed. Tossing the used rag away, he withdrew from his prince, a bit reluctantly, to pull sheets over him. With a sleepy smile on his face, Legolas shifted closer, snuggling against Elladan’s warm body and burying his face amidst the smooth skin of the twin’s neck and silky waves of his raven hair. Swallowing a yawn, Elladan encircled his arms around his love’s back, rubbing small circles on the skin through the sheets as both drifted off into a contented sleep, secure with the other and knowing they were loved.


Translations:
Ve' ôl-Like a dream
Alôl-Not a dream
Uma, naa'l ôl, anor-nin, anor-nin. Naa menel-Aye, tis not a dream, my sun. Tis heaven.
Metho nin, melethron-Finish me, lover
Úsi, nan' thentenn-Not yet, but soon
Daro ungwal nin-Stop torturing me
Pân naa fael i n'alatelien-All’s fair in foreplay, my lover
Far n'alatelien-Enough foreplay
Im nowe lin aloio athonaya-I thought you’d never offer
Saes, melethron-nîn-Please, my lover
Saes, údaro-Please, don’t stop
Im údaro-Then I won’t