Elves Gone Wild

Elves Gone Wild
Chapter Title: Peep Show
Author of this chapter: Gin
BETA: The Incomparable TICS
Rated: This chapter is NC-17

"Again!" That moaning again. Legolas looked at
Rumil, who looked as if he were about to faint.

"I see fear in your eyes." he whispered to the now
very pale Lorien elf. "Do not fear... no one is being
hurt, remember?"

"What's the hold up?" Haldir asked, starting to barrel
through the two elves in front of him.

Rumil put a hand to his brother's chest, which
reminded him of a tree he once ran into. "Listen," he
rasped.

The moans of pleasure curled the corners of the silver
haired Warden's mouth. "What a fine beginning for our
young Prince."

"Yes," Legolas said eagerly, gripping his bow and
quiver.

"But first," Haldir said quickly. "You won't be
needing these." Removing the strap to the quiver of
arrows, Haldir grabbed a handful of tunic, almost
removing it as he drew the strap over Legolas' head.
The young Prince giggled, but Haldir caught a glimpse
of the slim naked waist and generous crotch. "Put an
eye out with that," he added softly and looked at his
brother, who simply nodded.

The moaning took on a more rhythmic beat. "Is it a
hunting song?" Legolas asked.

"In a way."

"Do I need to learn it?"

Haldir looked at the young ellon in utter disbelief.
"You live in a forest? Life, nature, going on all
around you?"

Legolas nodded, wanting to remind Haldir he'd been at
Mirkwood recently, but held his tongue. Haldir had
much to teach him.

The sly smile once again returned to the March
Warden's lips. "Crouch low," he said quietly. "You
must be very quiet."

"Sneak up on the beast," Legolas agreed.

"As it were," Haldir replied.

Legolas started to speak again, but Haldir touched his
lips with a finger, allowing it to linger there.
Coming to his senses, Haldir brought the finger that
had touched Legolas' lips to his own. Haldir thought
he smelled mallorn, his favorite scent, but shook it
off. He moved the young Prince in front of him,
forcing him into a crouched position with two hands on
the Prince's slender shoulders.

The three moved stealthily behind the voluminous
velvet curtains that hid them from the room's
occupants. Legolas stopped for a moment, the velvet
soft and plush to his touch. When Legolas turned to
smile at Haldir, Haldir put his hand to the Prince's
behind and gave a little push. It thrilled the warden
immensely. Haldir, ever a teacher, realized he could
touch the young Prince at will under the guise of
guiding him to a better vantage point.

When they reached a wall, Haldir reached around the
young ellon and felt around for an opening in the
fabric. He smiled at the Prince, marveling at the
luminous glow of his blue eyes. A particularly loud
gasp drew Legolas' attention to the curtain. His eyes
darted back to Haldir, who smiled (he hoped
reassuringly) and gently placed his hand over Legolas'
mouth. As he did so, he distinctly heard Rumil gasp.
Haldir had forgotten his sibling was there.

Haldir slowly lifted the curtain and Legolas eagerly
moved forward to see, then jerked back, nestling into
the chest of the March warden. Before he could enjoy
the sensation, he felt Legolas' lips move under his
hand. Haldir clamped tighter on Legolas' mouth.
Legolas turned to Haldir at the added pressure,
licking the March Warden's palm. Haldir drew in a
sharp breath and Rumil whimpered a little. Legolas
looked around the older brother at Rumil. Their eyes
met and Rumil was treated to delighted dancing blue
orbs. The young Prince hadn't forgotten him and
Rumil smiled back.

Haldir moved the Prince's face back to the opening in
the curtain. Feeling a giggle rise in the face under
his hand, Haldir sternly shushed him in his ear,
forgetting (maybe) how sensitive an elf's ears were.


Legolas turned a startled magnetic gaze on him again
and Haldir realized he had never seen someone able to
speak so coquettishly with their eyes before. A hard
grunt forced all reverie from the three voyeurs and
six eyes riveted to the scene. At first, all Legolas
saw was flesh. Taut muscular flesh, then four legs
impossibly intertwined. The darkened crack of one of
the buttocks, spread like an opened flower. Were they
wrestling? he wondered.

Legolas watched as an oiled hand glided down the spine
to the pink opening, sliding a finger into the crack.
The grunt, Legolas knew, was a moan of pleasure. He
watched as the finger moved in and out of the
glistening spot and Legolas was soon breathing in
unison with the in and out motion. He knew that
movement, had practiced it many times in his room at
night, in the woods when he thought he was alone, or
hoped he might not be alone, eager for someone to join
him. He felt his elf-hood respond in the same manner
it always did

Sucking noises forced him to look for the source. A
head had maneuvered itself between the legs of the
owner of the finger, and one leg slid slightly apart
allowing a mouth to capture the penis, sucking eagerly
on it. Legolas nearly fainted. One of his friends
had bragged he could take himself into his own mouth
and while Legolas had laughed at the idea, privately
he had nearly broken his neck trying to duplicate the
feat.

With the sucking and moaning, his breath rising and
falling at the same pace, Legolas fell back against
Haldir, who realized their breathing had taken on the
exact same rhythm. From his vantage, gazing over the
shoulder down into the Prince's lap, he realized that
the ellon was fumbling with the laces on his leggings,
and as he watched, a fine proud elf-hood popped out
upon its release.

Rumil laid his head on Haldir's shoulder, his eyes
intent on Legolas' lap, his own hand fumbling at his
own laces. Locked in by the two Haldir, thought that
he too felt an urging of his own, but was loathe to
make any move which would displace either elf. He
prided himself on his self-control, which was being
severely tested at that moment. Haldir's body began
to rock in time with the two younger ellons, his own
member snaking down a legging, making its own room.
Haldir bemusedly noted that its head inched directly
toward Legolas.

In the magical nature of synchronicity, all five
elves, in five distinct voices, climaxed on or about
the same moment. Legolas stared at the curtain which
had taken his hot flow. He looked up at Haldir,
whose hand was poised away from Legolas' mouth, the
most beatific look on his face. He found Rumil's
eyes, which smiled back at his, then directed them to
the curtain in front of him, where Rumil had shot his
load. Legolas thought it all hysterically funny and
the giggles he had suppressed bubbled out of him.

"Legolas?" came a shout from the legs or crack or
mouth.

"Ada?"

TBC...