Melethen

Chapter Seven

Legolas rested his head on Elrohir’s thigh as they relaxed after a ride
near the northern border. The twin’s fingers made their way through his pale
blond hair as he related a story of an incident in his and Elladan’s youth. It
seemed to Legolas that there was an abundant supply of such anecdotes and he
enjoyed hearing them, especially if it meant listening to Elrohir’s rendition.
He had a gift when it came to telling stories, making it seem as if you were
actually there when it happened.

The prince also enjoyed listening to the sound of Elrohir’s voice. It was
similar to Elladan’s, but certain words and the actual tone were different.
The younger twin’s laughter was deeper as were his moans when aroused.

“Your poor parents,” Legolas laughed as Elrohir finished another tale.
“Or should I say poor Glorfindel and Erestor? It seems none of them were safe
from the two of you.”

“Somehow they survived it, as we did,” he replied, chuckling. “Father
once told us that the Valar would bless us with children exactly like us, mother
hoped it wouldn’t be true. She said she couldn’t handle us and our children
if they turned out to behave as we did.”

“Will you be glad to see her when you sail?” Legolas noticed a hesitation
and quickly apologized. “I am sorry, you don’t have to -- “

“Nay, it is fine, I don’t mind telling you,” Elrohir assured him, with
a small smile. “Elladan and I have not made our choice, we have until father
sails.”

“The choice to be mankind or elfkind?”

“Aye, we have vowed to choose together, we cannot imagine living without
the other,” Elrohir explained, gently. “Of course, seeing my mother is one
reason to choose to sail.”

“I am not sure what I would do if faced with such a decision,” Legolas
admitted, solemnly.

“Ai, prince, we are supposed to be having fun,” Elrohir reminded him. “I
say we ride until we find a suitable place to have our meal and swim. I did not
bribe the kitchen maid for nothing.”

Legolas’ laughter brought a smile to the elf knight’s face as he smoothed
the prince’s hair.

“Ride with me,” he requested, softly.

The prince nodded with a smile and mounted Elrohir’s horse.

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

Elladan stared at the mare chewing on the fresh oats as she regarded him with
what he considered to be a bored expression. “This is the horse no one can
ride,” he asked, looking around, making sure he wasn’t missing another horse
in the field.

“Aye, Elladan, father insisted I have you work your magic on her,”
Ervinai maintained, sounding helpless. She leaned closer, brushing her breast
across his arm and whispered in her most sultry voice, “We know how well your
magic works on me.”

The twin ignored her remark and stepped gracefully between the rails of the
fence. When the mare turned to look at him and went right back to the bucket of
oats, Elladan knew he had been had. He knew Ervinai, knew what she wanted and
before Legolas showed up, he had been glad to give it to her. Biting back a
string of curses, he wiped his forehead and tried to think of a way to get out
of the mess he was in.

Proceeding with caution, he approached the mare, speaking to her gently as he
reached out to pet her. As he handed the bucket of oats to Ervinai, he continued
to stroke and pet her, keeping his voice even. Elladan spent several minutes
deciding whether or not he should bribe the mare with promised treats if she
would act out. “You do realize that a horse must accept her rider,” he said,
taking his time getting to know the mare.

“Much like an elleth must accept the ellon who rides her, wouldn’t you
say,” Ervinai asked, coyly.

Elladan pretended he hadn’t heard the question and mounted the horse, as he
suspected, the mare calmly waited for instructions from her rider. The elf
warrior worked the horse for well over an hour, making sure she could be trusted
by even the youngest of riders. When he reached the small stable, he dismounted
and rubbed the mare down.

“You are just magnificent,” Ervinai cried as she caught up to him. “My
father will be so pleased when I tell him what you have accomplished.”

“Do you think me daft?” Without waiting for an answer, Elladan continued.
“This mare is well trained, so tame and docile I would trust her with an
elfling for a rider.”

“She does not allow me -- “

“I am beginning to understand why,” he interrupted angrily. “You are
the most mean-spirited, conniving, spiteful, lying elleth I have ever met!”

Ervinai raised her eyebrows and a smile appeared on her face as she pressed
herself against him. “That is not what you said yesterday. If I remember
correctly, you begged me to ride you while naming me the answer to your over
zealous prayers.” She purred each word out in a way she knew he could not
ignore and worked her hand into his leggings. The elleth licked her lips and
lowered her voice, “Beg me now, Elladan, let me answer another prayer for you.”

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

The location Elrohir chose for their picnic was breathtaking and Legolas made
him promise to bring him back before the trip to Mirkwood. They had a view of a
cascading waterfall emptying into a pool of crystal clear water. Behind them,
trees guaranteed their privacy, it looked to him as though the glade was made
for romantic interludes and wondered briefly how many times the twins had used
it for such. Not that it mattered.

While Elrohir spread the blanket, Legolas toed off his boots and allowed the
grass to tickle his feet. He didn’t get much of a chance in Mirkwood to do
such a thing and he took every chance to indulge himself while traveling. His
chuckle garnered the younger twin’s attention who looked up and smiled when he
saw the delight in the prince’s eyes.

“If I had known how much you enjoyed the grass, we could have stayed at the
manor and played in the side yard,” he remarked. “You remind me of an
elfling feeling the blades for the first time.”

“I do not get to feel it often,” the archer explained with a smile. “Besides,
you promised me a swim and if we had stayed at the house, we could not.”

“Aye, I did, and you will have your swim,” Elrohir promised. “For now,
come and have a seat, our food is ready.”

Legolas joined him and let out a pleased chuckle as he reached for the bottle
of wine. “You brought a bottle you procured for last night, I am impressed,
hiren.”

“I thought you might enjoy it, ernilen,” he replied, smiling and holding
the glasses to be filled.

To Legolas, the meal and company were excellent, he searched his mind for the
last time he had felt so comfortable and at peace, he could not remember. Too
long, he decided. He was pulled from his thoughts when Elrohir began to unwind
the tiny braid at his temple. Such care was taken and before moving to the
other, the twin paused to kiss him tenderly. The more intricate braid at the
back of his head took a little longer to unravel, but when the elf knight
finished, he sat cross legged in front of the prince.

“I believe I like your hair unbound,” Elrohir said as he ran his fingers
through the pale, silky locks. “You are exquisite, beautiful beyond compare,
Legolas. How does one so gorgeous on the outside retain such loveliness within?”

A blush worked its way over Legolas’ cheeks as his eyes fell to the blanket
they were still seated upon.

“Ai, there it is,” the elf knight gasped when he saw the flush. “It
makes you even more attractive, a feat I thought impossible. Look at me,
ernilen.”

Legolas complied to the gentle request and when his azure eyes met Elrohir’s
gray ones, warmth swelled within him, causing him to tremble.

“You feel it, don’t you,” the twin asked, his voice barely audible over
Legolas’ racing heart.

Unable to speak given the sizable lump in his throat, the prince nodded
hesitantly. His fear must have shown on his face, but he could not look away
from the gray orbs.

“There is nothing to fear, melethen,” Elrohir gently assured him as he
reached out to caress the archer’s cheek. “It is not often one is blessed to
experience such a feeling, do not struggle against it. Embrace it, be thankful
for it, but do not fear it.”

“It takes my very breath,” Legolas forced out in a whisper, still unsure.

“Aye, it will,” the twin replied with a smile. “Have you never sensed
it before?”

“Nay, not until -- It cannot be,” the prince gasped, realization dawning
on him, but even as he spoke the words, he knew it was true.

“Aye, it can and it is,” Elrohir stated, gently. “I am not distressed
that you feel the same for Elladan, more importantly, you should not allow
yourself to be troubled by it.”

Finally able to break away from the twin’s gaze, Legolas finished his glass
of wine and tried not to lose control of himself. “How can I not be troubled
by it? If you know the answer, Elrohir, please tell me.”

“You will find your answer in your heart, ernilen,” the elf knight
replied, softly. “Listen to what it tells you, only then will you find what
you seek.”

Legolas frowned, but recognized the wisdom in his advice. “I will heed your
counsel in this, Elrohir, for one who is well trained in the art of battle, my
heart remains untried.”

“I was only too pleased to be of assistance,” he replied, a mischievous
grin making its way to his face. “Ready for a swim?”

“More than ready,” Legolas answered, returning the grin. “I seem to
have some nervous energy that needs to be expended. Me thinks wrestling with you
in the water will take care of it.”

“Ai, you can be sure of that, ernilen,” Elrohir answered with a laugh.

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

Elladan groaned as he was stroked by Ervinai’s experienced hand, his
willpower was slipping away along with his anger at the elleth. Thoughts of the
blond prince who’s body he took such pleasure in, fled as his need
intensified. He took her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss as he forced her against
the side of the stall, his surrender complete.

Ervinai, satisfied her ploy worked, allowed her mouth to be ravaged by the
twin she worked so hard to conquer. It was true she benefited from the vast
skill Elladan possessed as a lover, but what she truly reveled in was his
succumbing to her ministrations. The fact that she was everything he accused her
of being mattered little when his shaft was buried deep in her core, fucking her
senseless.

As Elladan carried her to the loft, she worked to remove his tunic, latching
her lips around a dark nipple as soon as she was able. Dark ovals covered his
chest as she worked her way to his lips once again. A well planned giggle was
set free as she was thrown to the hay and quickly disrobed, her pose wanton and
eager. Ervinai’s eyes moved over his rapidly appearing skin, his muscled chest
and thighs, his beautiful erection, dripping and ready.

“Ravish me,” she whispered, hoarsely.

Elladan’s look was dark as he covered her with his body, leaving little
doubt the elleth would get what she asked for. His entry was hard and deep,
taking him all in brought a moan of pure bliss from her lips. She wrapped her
long shapely legs around his waist and met every thrust with one of her own. The
twin’s moans delighted her, giving her further proof of her hold over him, her
mastery.

Knowing their passion was being forced to the edge, Ervinai held back,
waiting for her name to fall from Elladan’s lips. That was, after all, the
ultimate surrender. His cries became louder and his thrusts more desperate, he
was there. She closed her eyes as she let her own orgasm flow through her,
listening for his cry.

“Legolas,” Elladan shouted in ecstasy as he came undone.

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

“Admit it,” Legolas teased. “Come on, Elrohir, you know it’s true.”

“Fine, you can hold your breath longer than I can, happy,” he asked,
chuckling.

“Very,” the prince replied, smiling as he sat down near the bank of the
pool.

Elrohir joined him, sitting close and wrapped an arm around the archer’s
waist. When Legolas immediately relaxed against him, the twin placed a kiss on
his head. “I have enjoyed our afternoon and deeply regret having to return
where I will have to share you with others.”

“Meaning Elladan,” Legolas asked, looking at him.

“Meaning anyone,” Elrohir admitted with a sigh. “There are so many
things I would love to show you, so many places I could take you, Legolas.
Places that would take your breath away and fill you with awe. Places I have
only ever shared with Elladan.”

“I would love to see such places,” the prince replied, moving to kneel in
front of the twin. “I want you to show me everything, everything about you,
everything about love, take my breath away, Elrohir.”

The elf knight pulled Legolas into his lap and kissed him with a fierceness
neither one of them knew he possessed.

TBC