Melethen

Chapter Five

‘I do.’

‘You do what, Elladan?’ Elrohir asked when his bother’s voice
entered his mind unexpectedly.

‘Nothing, leave me be.’

The younger twin chuckled to himself and filled his wine glass once again. If
the sounds coming from Elladan’s room were any indication, his brother had
been able to overcome his past and lose himself in the enchanting Legolas.

Their cries rekindled his desire and he groaned out loud when a glance at the
clock revealed he had more than two hours before the prince’s promised
arrival. With every sound his twin expertly enticed from the prince’s mouth
his arousal twitched with anticipation until he thought he would spend. Finally,
silence and Elrohir let out a sigh of relief as he fell back against the pillows
on the floor. He would not relieve himself, rejected even the thought of it, no,
he wanted to be certain Legolas experienced the ample measure of his desire.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

As his breath returned, Legolas felt the caress of delicate kisses on
his face, lips and eyelids. The warmth he experienced earlier refilled him,
emotions, usually kept under tight control, rushed to the surface and he
struggled to keep from crying. Panic and the urge to escape the confusion raging
through him caused him to burrow deeper into Elladan’s embrace hoping the
strong arms would rescue him from whatever was assailing him.

Sword calloused hands gently smoothed tousled hair from his face and he
opened his eyes to discover Elladan was watching him intently, his gray eyes
almost glowing in the dark. When he realized Legolas was looking back at him, he
flashed him a brilliant smile before kissing him breathless once again.

“Thank you, my prince,” he whispered against the kiss bruised lips of his
new lover.

“It is I who should thank you, Elladan” Legolas replied, quietly, his
hands moving over the twin’s powerful shoulders and back. “I have never felt
such rapture, such attention to my needs. I -- I fear myself captured by some
manner of spell.”

A light chuckle erupted from the twin as he settled on his back beside the
prince and pulled him against his body. “I know nothing of magic or casting
spells, Legolas, nor would I desire to use it on you if I did. I would have you
enjoy the time you spend with me and return of your own accord.”

“And what of you,” Legolas asked, lifting his head from Elladan’s chest
to look at him. “Would you take pleasure in my return?”

“Aye, I would, a great deal of pleasure and offer you more.” The elf
warrior placed a kiss on the prince’s brow and rested his head on the pillow
next to him.

“A proposal I gladly accept,” he answered, his enthusiasm apparent. “It
is a privilege to be the beneficiary of your loving and if you do not object I
will indulge myself frequently until our departure from the valley.”

“I would not object, my prince,” Elladan replied, sincerely. “It is my
wish, as well, but must it come to an end when we leave Imladris? Surely there
will be opportunities in your abundant forest --”

“Aye, but do not ask it of me, saes,” the prince begged, his body
tensing.

Elladan sat up on his elbow and stared down at the prince, concern limning
his features. “Legolas, what is amiss?”

“Darkness lingers in the wood and there are those that see all,” he
explained, his voice soft and desolate. “I could not deny you and the very
sight of us together -- I will not put you in such a situation. Let us speak of
something else.”

Confused by the information and change in his lover, Elladan decided not to
press further, for now. As he settled next to Legolas, the prince’s stomach
growled, causing them both to burst out in laughter. “Would you perhaps be
hungry,” he teased.

“I suppose it would be pointless to deny it,” Legolas answered,
chuckling.

“I will get us a plate,” Elladan said, sitting up to leave. “I find
that I am hungry, myself.”

Legolas grabbed the twin’s arm, stopping him. “Could we not bathe before
we eat? There is not much time before I must leave and I would enjoy sharing a
tub with you.”

“Of course, I will prepare the water,” Elladan replied with a smile
before disappearing into his bathing chamber.

Left alone, Legolas turned over and buried his nose in the pillow the twin
rested his head upon. As the scent of Elladan surround him, he found that he was
reluctant to abandon the owner for any length of time. Troubled by his thoughts,
he jumped from the bed and shook his head to clear it. After several deep
breaths to calm himself, he went in search of Elladan.

Legolas was toweling his hair dry when Elladan returned with food and wine.
He took his time admiring the lithe body as he sipped from his wine. “You are
a tempting sight, my prince. I regret not having the opportunity to spend the
entire night committing it to memory.”

The smile the archer granted him would have melted even the coldest heart.
“There is always tomorrow, melethron,” he said, making his way to the tray
of food and choosing a piece of fruit.

“Aye, there is,” Elladan agreed, watching the fruit disappear and the
lips that sucked juices from fingertips. “I was thinking of a picnic and a
swim after an afternoon spent exploring the valley. Elrohir will join us, of
course.”

“I would enjoy that,” Legolas admitted, pulling on his leggings and tying
them loosely. “It has been too long since I spent any length of time here.”

Elladan was running out of time and he knew it. With a deep breath he forced
himself to ask the question that had been formulating in his mind. “Will you
return to me once you leave my brother?”

The hand lifting the strawberry to his mouth paused mid air and Legolas
wondered if he might have misheard the question. When he looked at Elladan, he
knew he had not, the gray eyes were silently begging him to agree. “If that is
what you wish.”

“It is,” he answered, honestly.

“Then your wish will be granted,” Legolas replied, closing the distance
between them. Tangling his hands in Elladan’s sable locks, he kissed him
ravenously, leaving them both breathless in the wake. “I must go.”

Elladan’s only reply was a nod as he watched the prince leave his room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Elrohir had finally grown tired of watching the clock and made his way,
slightly swaying, to his room. His attempt to tame his desire for Legolas had
only resulted in him drinking more glasses than he should have. Several more.
Though he knew he would probably regret it in the morning, he could not find it
in himself to express any remorse right now. Not when he was having the most
erotic dream to visit him since his youth.

A mouth, a very hot, talented mouth was pleasing him in ways he had never
felt before. The tongue, that delicious tongue curled around the head of his
arousal and teased the slit before the tight throat closed around it. The thrust
of his hips was encouraged and he delved as deeply as he could, his own cry
pulling him from his sleep as his hands flew to tangle in the golden hair
covering his tensed abdomen and parted thighs.

“Fuck!” He hissed as he was swallowed again. The elf knight was long past
trying to speak eloquently, he was dangerously close to bursting and was more
worried about breathing than anything else.

The chuckle his reaction brought from Legolas vibrated through his very being
and he cried out once again. A long, slick finger teased his entrance before
gliding into him, stretching and teasing him. Too distracted by the archer’s
skilled orifice, Elrohir barely noted the penetration of the second or the
third. When the archer located his prostate, he caressed the nub incessantly
causing a torrent of curses and oaths to spill from the mouth of the near
delirious younger twin.

One more swallow of the sizable erection was all it took to be rewarded with
the flow of Elrohir’s seed down his throat and the ecstatic cry of his name
from the twin’s lips. Allowing the softening member to slip from his mouth,
Legolas crawled up the body of the still panting elf knight. Too spent to
protest as his legs were lifted over the prince’s shoulders, he only sighed
contentedly when he was entered in one experienced thrust.

“You will be well rewarded for your patience, Elrohir,” Legolas purred
before kissing him fiercely. The prince explored his mouth and wickedly sucked
his tongue before deepening the kiss.

Elrohir whimpered into the kiss as he tasted himself and pushed against the
archer, demanding he move. Giving into the twin’s request, Legolas proved
himself a clever and accomplished lover by capably bringing him to arousal once
again. Trapped between their firm abdomens, it wasn’t long before he was
achingly hard and leaking copious amounts of fluid.

Their cries mingled as they were pushed by their own needs toward the
inevitable end. With his long, powerful legs wrapped around the prince’s
waist, Elrohir pulled him closer and deeper within himself. It was then that his
desire changed into something more and he fought to quiet his thinking about
what it might be. When Legolas reached between them to stoke his hardness in
time with his deep thrusts, he lost all thought.

It was not only Elrohir that noticed a change, the warmth the prince felt
with Elladan returned with a vengeance and this time it frighten him even more.
Buried to the hilt inside the younger twin’s heat proved too much for him and
he tried to pushed the warmth from his mind.

“Let go, melethron,” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse with unspent
passion. “I want to see you, hear your cry.”

Elrohir could not have denied him if he wanted to. The sound of the prince’s
voice pushed him over the edge and with a strangled rasping keen of Legolas’
name, he exploded over their chests and stomachs.

The rapturous cry of his name and the tightening of Elrohir’s muscles
around him were too much for Legolas to manage and he erupted deep within the
younger twin. The harmonious moan of Elrohir’s name was followed by the
collapse of the prince onto his chest.

Elrohir’s voice infiltrated Legolas’ admittedly tired brain. “You are
devious, my fair prince.”

“Devious? No one has ever used that word to describe me,” he
replied without lifting his head. “Why do you use it now?”

“You pounced on me while I was sleeping and then took advantage of my
weakened state. I have not played sheath to the sword in -- ”

“Are you complaining?” Legolas asked, looking at him amusedly.

A resigned sigh was followed by a convincing, “Nay.”

TBC