Melethen

Chapter Eight

When Elladan first cried out, Ervinai was already in the throes of her orgasm
so her mind was slow in processing the name her lover actually moaned. Realizing
it certainly wasn’t hers, her rage began to build and she pushed the twin off
her.

“How dare you,” she hissed, her fists pounding on any part of Elladan’s
body she could reach. “To call me by the name of that elf from Mirkwood is an
insult on its own, but to cry it out in passion when you are coupled with me
doubles it. Mark my words, hiren, you will be -- ,”

Strong, angry hands grabbed her wrists and held her still even as she
struggled against them. The look on Elladan’s face frightened her and she
winced fearing what he would say.

“Never will you speak of him that way again,” he hissed, shaking her in
anger. “You know nothing about him for he is the very opposite of you. You,
Ervinai, are nothing more than a whore ridden often and well. You may not dress
the part, but you have the act of a slut down pat.”

“A slut you frequented enough,” she spat, her fury gaining momentum. “Do
not cross me anymore than you already have, Elladan or I will not accept you
when your prince casts you aside.”

“You are threatening me?” Bitter laughter filled the stable as he
continued his mocking. “Who do you think you are? A bard’s daughter, that is
what you are, that is what you will stay. I do not fear you.”

Elladan’s confidence wavered when he saw the evil smirk on her face and
began to wonder what she was thinking.

“I imagine your prince will be quite angry when he sees you,” she
replied, the smirk still present.

He began to pull on his leggings, uncomfortable with his state of dress now
that they were arguing. Elladan looked at her in confusion and looked down after
she pointed to his chest. Dark purple ovals covered him and there would be no
denying what they were.

“Try to explain those away, hiren,” she said, her laughter filling the
loft. “Those marks are love bites and cannot be disguised.”

“Bitch,” he retorted, angrily. “You marked me on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I did not hear you complaining,” Ervinai retorted in a voice he was
beginning to hate. “That prince will not want anything to do with you
as long as those bruises mark you. They will serve as a reminder how readily you
forgot the kiss you were sharing with him when I caught you!”

Elladan screamed in rage and punched the center post of the stable. The
excruciating pain only served to anger him further. “If I ever see you again
it will be too soon. If you dare come near me I will have you arrested, as the
whore you are, and exiled along with your family.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed and took a step towards him, falling to
the floor and reaching out to him.

“Try me,” he spat, turning away and heading for the ladder.

“If you exile me, you exile your child,” Ervinai screamed with tears
streaming down her cheeks.

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

“Ai, ernilen,” Elrohir breathed when the kiss ended, his hands tangled in
the archer’s damp tresses. “I will show you anything and everything you ask
of me.”

“I am no longer afraid,” Legolas whispered staring into the twin’s
twilight gray eyes. “Make love to me, for it is out of love I ask it of you.”

“And it is out of love that I will grant your request,” the twin said
against the prince’s lips before claiming his mouth in a deep pillaging kiss.

The warmth that penetrated Legolas’ being before was nothing compared to
the consuming heat he felt now. Elrohir’s overwhelmingly enthusiastic kiss set
his passion ablaze and the prince answered it with equal fervor. Before long
they yearned for one another with a need neither of them encountered in the
past.

Breaking away from the kiss, causing Elrohir to moan in protest, Legolas
looked at him with half lidded, pleading cerulean eyes. “I need you, my
Elfknight, do not make me wait.”

“Soon, melethen” he was finally able to say. Legolas’ words had stolen
his breath and caused his mouth to go dry. “I would not hurt you, just a
little longer.”

The prince pressed his body against Elrohir’s bringing a blissful moan from
both of them and when Legolas reached between them to stroke their erections
together, the younger twin cried out. One hand covered the archer’s and they
fondled themselves together as the fingers on his other hand began to prepare
Legolas’ slightly loosened entrance. The moans from his lover hastened the
twins measures and he deemed the archer ready.

As Legolas impaled himself on Elrohir, his cries echoed through the glade
with the twin’s. Once the elfknight was sheathed within him, the prince paused
to look at his love. The look of ecstatic delight graced his features and
Legolas could not help pulling him in for a heated kiss.

Breathless from the kiss, Elrohir grasped the archer’s hips and gasped out,
“Move.”

Legolas but responded by lifting himself and slowly sliding down him once
again. Elrohir watched with growing fascination as the prince threw his head
back and cried out his bliss. The sight was almost to much for the younger twin
and he fought the urge to spill right then.

Lifting his head to face Elrohir once again, Legolas began to allow himself
to descend more quickly and use his muscles to try to milk the twin’s shaft.

“Ai gods, Legolas,” he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. “Ride me,
aye, ride me.” His hands were gripping the prince’s hips hard and Elrohir
knew the unmarred skin would be bruised, but he could not loosen his grip. “Touch
yourself.”

With a wanton expression, Legolas acquiesced and began to caress his elfhood
in time with his movements. Elrohir was enthralled by the prince’s decadent
appearance and gave into the craving to mark him as his own. Leaning forward,
the elfknight nibbled on his prince’s neck before leaving his mark of
ownership for all to see.

“Elrohir,” Legolas gasped. “I love you.” His last words reverberated
off the trees and the cliffs behind them as his seed burst forward, coating them
both from head to groin with every pulse of his climax.

The muscles contracting around his aching shaft and the words that were
spoken made it hard for the twin to hold back his own orgasm. “Ai, Legolas,”
Elrohir began, but his cry as he erupted deep within the archer stopped any
further response. He trembled as his throbbing member emptied the rest of his
offering and pulled Legolas into an unyielding embrace.

“I love you, Legolas,” Elrohir gasped, unable to wait any longer to tell
the prince his feelings. “Since the first time I saw you and I will love you
forever more.”

Legolas held him tighter as he fought to regain his breath and gain control
over his overwrought feelings. The new soul-stirring emotions of love he was
feeling surrounded him and he hid his face in the slope Elrohir’s neck hoping
his tears would go unnoticed.

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

Elladan stopped cold and a chill traveled up his spine as he turned to face
Ervinai. “What did you say,” his voice still full of anger, but his heart
frozen.

Wiping her tears away with her hand, Ervinai sat up and forced herself to
look in the twin’s eyes. “I said, ‘If you exile me, you exile your child.’”

“How like you to claim to be with child when you know I am finished with
you,” Elladan stated with little emotion.

“I was going to tell you -- ,” she began, her whine too much for him to
tolerate.

“Shut that lying mouth,” he bellowed, silencing her immediately. “IF,
and that is a big if, you are with child, how I know it is mine?”

“There has been no one else since the first time we -- ,”

“Again, I ask, do you think me daft?” Elladan’s look was dark once
again and Ervinai truly feared him.

“I speak the truth, Elladan,” she replied as tears began to fall once
again.

“You know nothing about the truth, Ervinai,” he replied. “However, an
examination by my father will put an end to your cruel game. I expect to see you
and your father at the entrance to the Healing Hall after lunch tomorrow. I
intend to make sure he is made aware of your behavior and your accusations. Be
there or I will come for you and believe me, you don’t want that.”

She watched as Elladan turned on his heel and left her sitting in the loft of
the stable, crying. The twin had actually shown her just who was in charge of
their little affair and she realized, with surprise, that it was not her. It had
never been her.

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

Elrohir was surprised when he felt the wetness on his neck, but was able to
control it enough to think of a way to approach the reason for them. “Come
now, what has upset you, melethen,” he asked, softly, as he smoothed his
beloved’s hair.

“I do not know,” Legolas answered honestly, pulling back to face Elrohir
as he wiped his tears away. “I have never felt this way before.”

“Are you distressed?”

“Nay, not anymore, I am pleased that you love me,” Legolas explained with
a shy smile.

“Ah, then can we say they are happy tears,” Elrohir asked, smiling in
return.

“Aye, I think we can,” the prince agreed, nodding his head. He reached
out and tucked some hair behind the elfknight’s ear before caressing his
cheek. “I do love you, Elrohir.”

“I know you do, ernilen,” the twin replied, unable to hide the joy
Legolas’ confession brought him. “I love you, too.”

“I find my appetite has returned,” the archer said, looking toward the
opposite shore where their picnic still sat out. “After a quick wash, can we
lounge on the blanket and finish our meal?”

Elrohir chuckled and brushed his lips across Legolas’. “I may regret
admitting this, but I can deny you nothing, meleth. If that is what you wish,
that is what we will do.”

“Will you feed me,” Legolas asked.

“To your heart’s content,” Elrohir answered as he stood to carry
Legolas to the deeper water in the pool.

Moments later found Elrohir holding a slice of apple just out of Legolas’
reach, laughing at the attempts the prince made to capture the treat. Even when
the archer’s hand grabbed his wrist, the twin continued to chuckle.

“You are such a tease, Elrohir,” Legolas remarked as he chewed the slice.

“Aye, but you still love me and would not have me change,” the elfknight
replied, smiling brightly.

“I would not,” Legolas admitted, pulling the twin down for a tender kiss.

“Careful, ernilen,” the twin warned. “It is too easy to become aroused
when around you and I would not have my words from last night come true.”

Legolas gave him a questioning look, not sure what Elrohir was referring to.

“Have you forgotten? I mentioned you having an uncomfortable ride home -- ,”

“Aye, you did! I meant not to tease you, I only wanted to show you some
affection,” Legolas explained.

“I know, Legolas, I was only teasing you,” Elrohir insisted, kissing the
prince just as tenderly as soon as he finished speaking. “It pains me to say
it, but it is getting late, even if we leave now, we will return after dark.”

“Can we not stay and spend the night here,” the prince asked hopefully.

“I would love to,” the twin said, “but everyone expects us to return
and would worry when we did not.”

Legolas’ disappointment clear, Elrohir made an attempt to cheer him. “We
will return here before the trip to Mirkwood, if it would please you, we can
arrange to stay overnight.”

“It would please me, very much,” the archer replied with a wide smile.

Together they packed up their supplies and redressed before whistling for
their steeds. Once again, Legolas rode with Elrohir, both equally unprepared to
end their need for togetherness before it was absolutely necessary.

TBC