Deception

Title: Deception

Pairings: Haldir/Legolas, Rumil/Orophin, Rumil/Orophin/Legolas

Rating: This chapter: NC-17 for incesty fun and drug use among Elves. Who knew?

Summary: Rumil and Orophin are devious, but even they realise they have gone too far when someone really gets hurt.

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Notes: All characters are Tolkien's. I just like to have my own brand of pervy fun with them.
Thoughts are in --...--, and emphases are written as *...*.
Feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are always welcome at: elvenbeauty@hotmail.com or merenwen_fefalas@yahoo.co.uk.

Inspiration for this chapter came from "Of Elves and Adisidisiacs" by Tricia. She has a wicked brilliant slash site that everyone should visit: www.lureofthering.com. I have yet to tell her that I borrowed her idea, so I probably should . . . it would be the polite thing, I suppose. :o)

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Chapter Seven


Rumil and Orophin stood in the guardhouse kitchen, stirring a pot of boiling water. Rather, Orophin was d the the stirring, and Rumil was behind him, his arms wrapped around his waist, nuzzling his neck. Orophin took a pouch from the counter and poured some pungent-smelling herbs into the water.

"Ai, that smells awful! Are you sure this will work?"

"Of course, love," Orophin answered, turning his head to give his brother a quick kiss. "It worked on *you* did it not?"

"When did you give it to *me*?" Rumil certainly did not remember being drugged. Perhaps that was the objective.

"It was about fifty years ago. One night we were out on patrol, and you did not want anything to do with me because you were angry. I wanted to play, so I gave you some tea." Orophin flashed a mischievous grin at Rumil. "As I recall, we had quite an amusing evening."

"You . . . drugged . . . me?" Rumil was still in disbelief. He pulled away from his lover and leaned against a table. "I always give you what you want. Why did you feel you had to drug me to have my love?"

"Oh, really, darling, it was half a century ago. I was experimenting, that was all." Orophin moved in front of Rumil and drew lazy circles on his chest. "Besides, I have not done it since."

"I have a good mind to punish you," Rumil began, "right here in this room."

"Do you? I see the vapours from the tea have gone to your head." He slid his hand down his brother's chest and cupped the bulge that had formed in his leggings. "But if you absolutely must, then you must."

"Oh, yes, I most definitely should." Rumil turned Orophin around and bent him over the table. He moved the hem of his tunic out of the way and pulled Orophin's leggings down and then his own. "Suck on this," he said, placing a finger to Orophin's lips. "Make it nice and wet."

Orophin did as his brother commanded, sealing his lips around a long, slender finger and circling his tongue around it. Rumil slid the digit in and out of his brother's warm mouth until he nearly lost himself in the sheer sensuality of it. He felt Orophin press back against his erection and decided there were better things to be doing with his fingers anyway. Grasping Orophin's shaft with his other hand, Rumil slid the moistened finger inside his lover's body, stroking the sensitive gland within. Soon, another finger joined the first, turning to prepare Orophin for what would follow.

Orophin didn't have to wait long. Rumil coated his shaft with nothing but his own saliva and gently pressed into the depths of Orophin's body. With one hand on his brother's shoulder and the other on his cock, Rumil began thrusting harder and harder, the table sliding closer to the other side of the kitchen with each stroke.

Orophin came first, spending himself in Rumil's cupped hand. Rumil soon followed, calling out Orophin's name as he spilled his seed deep inside him.

"If that was punishment," Orophin panted, propping himself against the table, "then remind me to misbehave more often." Rumil responded by pulling Orophin into a deep kiss, but the two were interrupted by the hiss of water boiling over from the pot into the fire.

"The tea! Do not let too much of it spill!" Rumil turned to grab the pot off the fire, but forgot his leggings were about his ankles. If Orophin hadn't been there to catch him, he would have fallen headlong into the fire. He pulled his pants up and moved the pot to the counter.

"Do you think we ought to wash up first, before finishing this? I know you like my taste, sweet one, but I hardly think it belongs in tea."

"Quite right." Rumil went to the basin and poured some water in from a pitcher. "Besides that, I really do not want to share with anyone but Haldir. It bothers me enough to think about you with Legolas."

"That was for a worthy cause, Ru-my-love. And we still have to do it again."

"You sound a bit too eager for that. Maybe I should do it this time." Rumil was surprised by a faint look of disappointment in Orophin's eyes when he said this. Was it because *he* would be the one to have to watch his lover with another, or because he didn't get to be the one with Legolas. Rumil really didn't want to ask.

"Very well then. But 'tis hardly fair. He will be insatiable after drinking this, and *you* should not be allowed all the fun. Maybe we could *both* do it?"

"Yes, I should think he would enjoy both of us. But then who would lure Haldir to watch?"

Orophin thought about this for a moment. "We will do it in Legolas' quarters. Haldir will be sure to come for a night-time visit, and when he does, he will see us with Legolas."

"There may be a problem with this plan. What if Haldir ends up hating *us* instead of the Prince? That will be counter-productive."

"We could drug Legolas first, and then get him to our quarters. We can ask one of the other guards to tell Haldir we would like to see him. He walks in on the three of us, and it looks like *Legolas* came to *us*. He will be so out of his mind with lust from the tea, he will not be able to deny it." Orophin was proud of himself for having thought of this.

"You are positively devious! What do you say we celebrate our scheme with a little . . .?" Rumil moved toward Orophin again, reaching for his just-tied lacings.

"As much as I would like to, I think we had better strain the tea and get it ready. It is only potent for a few hours."

"Wait, Or. There is one more problem. How do we get the Prince to actually drink the tea?"

"Oh. Hmm." Orophin hadn't thought of that. "I have it! We will say it is a peace offering. His manners are too refined for him to decline a peace offering. He is, after all, royalty."

"Oh yes, *royalty*," Rumil mocked. "Haldir should be so lucky that someone of his station in life is pursued by royalty! What a fancy Prince would want with a lowly Guard Captain is beyond me."

"Besides that, he is *our* lowly Guard Captain."


*~*~*~*~*


With the first rays of sun spilling in through the window, Haldir awoke. He was pleased to find Legolas still sleeping in the bed next to him, tucked sweetly under the soft sheets. He tried to be careful and quiet when he rose, as not to disturb the Prince, but a dull ache from the deepest part of his body caused him to groan a little in discomfort. The previous night had been one for new experiences, and he would probably find it difficult to walk comfortably for at least a couple of hours. The thought made Haldir chuckle. Thank the Valar he wasn't human, for the suffering would no doubt be double Hal Haldir stood next to the bed for a few moments. Looking at the sleeping Legolas, one would never suspect that this peaceful, innocent-looking being was half responsible for the current messy state of the room: the night table was knocked on its side, the papers and ink bottle that had once occupied Haldir's desk were now on the floor, and the chair was over on its back. The small bottle of massage oil was lying empty on the bureau top; what wasn't used had spilled sometime during the frenzy of activity that had taken place.

While Haldir was taking care of some personal matters, Legolas rose and stretched. Surveying the damage to the furniture, he began to laugh. He stripped the sheets from the bed and placed them in a pile near the door. Legolas found a robe in Haldir's bureau drawer and put it on, then began the task of righting the furniture.

"Good morning, my love." Haldir walked into the room and kissed Legolas on the cheek. "Before we start cleaning up this mess, I think we could do with a nice bath. There are some wonderful hot springs just down the path behind the barracks."

"Hmm, that sounds nice. I am certain *you* could use a soak in the healing waters." He embraced the Warden and gently squeezed his buttocks. "I had no idea you liked to play so rough."

Collecting their clothes and bathing supplies, the two headed for the hot springs.


*~*~*~*~*


"Last night was . . . different." Haldir looked across the steaming pool at Legolas, who was just getting in.

"You sound disappointed."

"No! I have never known such passion in my entire long life!" He put a reassuring arm around the Prince's waist as he settled into the water in front of him. "Nor have I ever been this, well, sore."

"Can I confide in you?" Legolas leaned back against the Guardian's chest.

"Of course. It pains me that you would think you have to ask."

"I am terrified."

"Of?" The sudden desire to protect his lover from everything overwhelmed Haldir. He would go to Mt Doom himself if Legolas asked.

"Failure. What if we do not succeed? What if I die? I am not afraid of the battle itself, mind you," Legolas added, so his prowess as a warrior would not be questioned, "but of not being able to spend eternity with you."

"You will not die." Haldir drew Legolas tight against him. "I refuse to believe that there is even the slightest possibility of your death. Or your failure. I also refuse to discuss this further."

"Avoiding the subject does not make it go away."

"No, but there are more pleasant ways to spend a morning than discussing such vile things. Spend your last few days here in Lorien blissfully ignorant of the rest of the world. I will do my best to keep you distracted." Haldir rested his chin on the Prince's shoulder.

"Of that I have no doubt!"

The kiss that Legolas offered Haldir was interrupted by the most unwelcome of voices as Rumil called out across the pool.

"Ah, brother! There you are! I was told you and Prince Legolas were here at the springs." The brothers decided, upon hng Hng Haldir was here, that this would be a much better place to seduce Legolas. It was more likely that Haldir would see them.

Legolas moved to get up, but Haldir held him fast. Glaring into his brother's eyes, the Guardian responded. "What do you want? I think it is best that you stay away from me for awhile. You are my brother, and I love you, so I am trying to find it in my heart to forgive you for what you and Orophin did, but it will take time."

Trying to battle feelings of guilt for what he had done, and what he was about to do, Rumil stood looking at Haldir. He, too, loved his brother, but in more ways than he knew were acceptable to most. "I only came to tell you that your presence is requested in the guardhouse." The two devious brothers had bribed a few of the guards to stage a quarrel so they would have adequate time to carry out their plan.

"Fine. I will be there momentarily." Haldir waited for Rumil to disappear into the trees before moving. "Wait here for me," he whispered into Legolas' ear. "I will be right back."

No sooner had Haldir vanished from Legolas' sight than did Rumil reappear, this time followed by OrophiThe The latter Elf was carrying a steaming pot and three cups. Seeing the fear that flashed in the Prince's eyes renewed Rumil's pangs of guilt.

"We come in peace, your Highness," Orophin said, raising the teakettle. "We only hope you can forgive us. We were under the evil influences of the fermented berry when we acted so atrociously. You and Haldir have our blessings."

"If you fear that I will tell my father or Lord Celeborn, you need not. Nor did I tell Haldir what you two were doing with each other." Legolas' voice was even; there was no indication of the terror he felt in the presence of the brothers. Individually, they were no match for him, but together they could be lethal. And he was unarmed.

"For that we are grateful. Please accept our sincere apologies over a cup of tea." Orophin set the cups on a flat rock and filled them with the pungent liquid. Seeing Legolas wrinkle his nose at the aroma, he added, "Worry not. It tastes much better than it smells."

"You drink it first. I trust neither of you. For all I know, you are trying to poison me."

Neither Rumil nor Orophin had counted on this response. They had not considered that Legolas would demand that they drink the potent aphrodisiac. Refusing to do so would cause the Prince to suspect something, so they had no choice. They took the smallest sips possible, just enough to be convincing.

When each brother had taken a sip of the tea, Legolas decided that perhaps they *were* sincere in their words. He raised his cup to his lips and drank. Immediately, Legolas felt the effects of the tea. Blood started to flow to the submerged parts of his still-naked body. His eyes glazed over as he watched Rumil, then Orophin undress and slide into the water on either side of him. All Legolas could think about was the way Rumil's skin felt as his hands travelled over the Lorien Elf's body. Orophin was behind him, lifting his hair and kissing the back of his neck.

The tiniest part of Legolas' mind registered that this was wrong, but it was overruled by his body's response to the herbs. He couldn't stop himself from reaching below the water's surface and taking Rumil's cock in hand. Nor could he stop himself from enjoying the feeling of Orophin's finger sliding in and out of his body.

Rumil turned to face away from Legolas, bending slightly so the Prince could more easily penetrate him. When he was fully sheathed within the guardsman's body, Legolas began slow, steady thrusting, usinly nly the water around them as a lubricant. None of the three seemed to notice that there was no oil to be found; the brothers had forgotten it in their haste to make it to the pool before Haldir and Legolas went back to Haldir's chamber. They were all drunk with lust from tea, even though Rumil and Orophin had each only taken a small sip.

Orophin soon joined the couple, inserting himself into Legolas. The three Elves moved together in the water, moaning and gasping with pleasure whenever a sensitive gland was hit. When thce ice increased, somehow they were able to stay in rhythm. Legolas had his fingers wrapped around Rumil's cock, matching his body thrust for thrust. It wasn't long before three distinct cries of ecstasy rang in the otherwise silent woods.

"Legolas!" Haldir had been returning from the guardhouse and had come upon the scene in the pool just in time to see RumilÂ’s hands tangled in Legolas' golden hair, the two kissing passionately. Orophin was still standing behind Legolas, covering his shoulders with kisses. This was too much for the Guardian to bear, and he bolted for his quarters.

While Legolas had heard Haldir's cry, he could not bring himself to pull away from Rumil. His mind fought to understand what was happening, to understand why his body was betraying him this way. He loved Haldir, had promised his life to him, but he was here at the springs with Rumil and Orophin. What was he doing?

It took a few moments for Legolas to regain his control. He tore himself from Rumil's grasp and jumped up out of the water. Instead of taking the time to dress, he put on the robe that he had come to the springs in, and ran for Haldir's room. There he found his lover, readying his things for a shift at the border. The Elf did not speak as Legolas entered the room.


"Do not leave, my love. Please."

"How dare you? How dare you call me that? I never was your love, and I never will be." Haldir was furiously stuffing his tunics into the bag. "The further fro from you, the better I will feel. You will have the rest of your days and nights to cavort in the woods with my brothers, since that is what you prefer to do. Was I just a distraction until they returned?"

"No! You know better than that!" Legolas had come to stand next to Haldir. He reached out to touch him, but the Guardian pulled away.

"I know no such thing! Do not ever lay another finger on me again! I will not let myself be hurt by you a second time."

"A second time? What was the first?"

"How well you play innocent. To think I actually believed your lies. Bound your hands indeed!" Haldir had finished packing and was heading for the door. "Have a nice journey to Mordor. Perhaps you can throw yourself into the fires along with the ring."

Legolas dropped to his knees on the floor, clutching his chest as Haldir spoke the last words. He could not catch his breath, and the last thing he saw before his eyes lost focus was HaldirÂ’s cloak whipping about his feet as he turned and left the room.


*~*~*~*~*


When Legolas awoke some hours later, he was in a strange room. He could hear familiar voices, but he didn't know where he was.

"I think he is coming to," spoke a voice that could have been Aragorn or Boromir. It had to be Aragorn; the words were Sindarin. "Rumil, come here."

"Legolas, you are all right! We found you lying on the floor in Haldir's room, and we did not know what happened. Did he strike you?" Rumil was holding Legolas' hand between both of his own.

"Not with his hands."

"Then what with? I will not have any of our party treated thus!" Aragorn's voice rose. "The Lord and Lady will hear of this!"

"No, Aragorn," Legolas pleaded. "He did not do anything to me that I would not have done in his stead. It was his words that hurt me so."

Rumil squeezed Legolas' hand, trying to bring comfort to the being that he and his brother had hurt with their petty jealousy Never had they meant for it to go this far. "What did he say to you?"

"He suggested that I cast myself into the fires of Mt Doom along with the ring." las las closed his eyes at the memory of Haldir's curse. "And I may do just that."

"Nonsense! Legolas, pray, why would he say such a thing to you?" Aragorn's face was reddening with anger.

"It is my fault, Aragorn. Orophin and I were jealous of Haldir's love for Legolas, so we schemed to part them." Tears poured down Rumil's fair face as he recounted to Aragorn all that had happened within the last week. He was surprised when Legolas' hand squeezed his own in the same comforting gesture Rumil offered moments ago.

"I cannot forgive this, Rumil." Aragorn stood to leave the room.

"No, Estel," Legolas pleaded, "do not tell anyone what has happened. It will only bring further pain. Let it go." He released Rumil's hand and sat up in the bed. "I can find it in my heart to forgive Haldir's brothers for what they have done, for it will do me no good to carry a grudge. There are enough burdens to bear on our journey. Leave me in peace. I will come to the Fellowship in a couple of hours."

"Very well. Rumil." Aragorn left the room, not waiting for Rumil to follow. Such was his anger that he did not trust himself to stand within ten metres of the Elf, lest he strike him.

"Before I go, I wish to speak with you in private. May I?" Rumil crossed the room and sat in the chair in front of the desk.

"I am in no mood to hear anything you have to say. Twice now you and Orophin have caused me great pain." The forgiving tone had left the Prince's voice, and he stared at Rumil with cold eyes. "I will keep my word not to speak of what has transpired, but I will never look upon either of you with anything less than disdain."

The Fellowship departed Lothlorien a few days later, Legolas not having spoken another word to Haldir.


To be continued. . .