Party

Party
Set immediately r ‘Wr ‘Wolven’

The war was over and every elf on both sides was busy indulging in their particular weakness to celebrate the end of hostilities. Parties, drunken binges and the combination of the two were common in both Mirkwood and Ilmadris as the elves rejoiced in the rather abrupt cessation of the hostilities between the two lands. Legolas and the twins were among the many that were hammered beyond recognition. The three stumbled giggling into Elladan’s room, barely on their feet. He was the first to be abandoned in their drunken stupor since either of the other two would be comfortable collapsing in the chambers of the other if they decided not to separate for the night. Since their return, they had made it a habit of sleeping with one another at all times despite the knowledge that Thranddid did not fully accept his son’s indiscreet bonding with the son of the elf lord. While in Mirkwood, he had walked in on them a number of times. After finding them in the closet in his own room, he’d gotten rather upset and sent them both to Rivendell. The king would slowly grow used to the concept, but was still uncomfortable with the idea at the present time.

Joining in the Rivendell celebrations, Legolas had gotten every bit as drunk at the party as the twins had. Elrond had ordered them to go to sleep after the trio sang a dirty ballad and collapsed into uncontrollable giggling afterwards. Staggering through the halls, they came to the conclusion rather quickly that they weren’t going to make it far and settled on collapsing in a pile on Elladan’s bed, still giggling.

“We left the door open,” Legolas said, voice wobbling with mirth. Elrohir managed to regain his feet and staggered to the door.

Elladan glanced at the prince prone beside him and swept one hand forward to push a stray lock of hair out of his face. The blond turned his face to look at him curiously and he pressed in, closing his mouth around Legolas’ lips. Startled, he sat motionless for a few seconds while his groggy brain kicked in. For a moment, he wondered if he had gotten the twins confused in his stupor. That notion ended when Elrohir flopped down on his other side and ran one hand across his chest.

Legolas was shocked that not only find that Elrohir wasn’t jealous, but he was actually approving of the situation. Inhibitions stunted by alcohol, he eagerly accepted the twins’ attempt to ravish him and returned the kiss forcefully. Elladan rolled on top of the blond, fingers pulling at the ties on his shirt. Elrohir was way ahead of him and had already made short work of the blond prince’s pants and was working on his own.

Elladan almost lost his position atop Legolas when he tried to remove his own clothes, but his brother and Legolas assisted. Finally free, his dick sprang forth, already at full mast. Legolas reached out and stroked the knight’s erection tentatively. He laughed and the blond put in more effort, pumping the organ with skilled movements and reflexively spreading his legs to allow his companion to slip between them. When Elladan didn’t move quickly enough for his likings, he hooked one leg around the twin’s waist and pulled the captured elf close.

Though surprised that the prince wanted to take the role of the submissive partner, he made quick work of him, pressing two fingers into him at once. Legolas cried out and arched into the touch, spurring Elladan into hurrying. Elladan reached for a small drawer in his bedside stand, scrabbling through its contents for a vial of oil, grinning victoriously upon finding it. He poured a large amount into his hand and slicked himself, abandoning his preparation of the blond. The blond archer had incredible regenerative capabilities and he wasn’t worried about hurting him.

Pushing one knee to Legolas’ chest, he rammed his length into him and fell into a gentle rocking rhythm. Beside them, Elrohir stroked himself as he watched the two caress each other lazily with their fingertips, the touch growing ever heavier and firmer. He moaned at the sight they presented and Legolas glanced over at him, realizing that they had left the younger twin out of the activities.

Reaching out, Legolas gasped his forearm and tugged him towards their joined forms. He hesitated, more than happy to watch the pair and occasionally sweep his hands across Legolas but more uncertain of wrapping around his brother. At the blonde’s insistent tugging, he joined them, pumping the archer’s erection a few times before leaning over and taking it into his mouth. The prince ga and and arched his hips, the action spurring Elladan to start pumping more forcefully.

Legolas began pulling at Elrohir again, the elf knight glancing sideways at him to see what he wanted, refusing to remove his mouth from the blonde’s sex. Growling when he wasn’t immediately understood, he grasped Elrohir by the base of his cock and pulled, forcing the swordsman to either move with him or be neutered. Finally, the drunken twin understood and moved to straddle the prince so he could reach him with his mouth.

Above them, Elladan increased the force of his thrusts, stimulated greatly by watching his two lovers go down on each other. A bit uncertainly, he lowered his hands to the pair and caressed them, growing bolder when they moaned in appreciation of his questing hands. Grinning, he swept one hand under his brother’s chest and viciously pinched a dusky nipple. Elrohir groaned ar Leg Legolas’ length, making the blond tense around Elladan, who in turn renewed his efforts on both of the elves beneath him.

Elladan nearly jerked out of Legolas to escape when a rogue hand snaked behind him and a tentative finger pressed inside his opening. The hand on his rump tightened and held him in place, the finger still playing inside him. Squirming only earned him a second digit and he tried going still for a moment to see what that would do. It granted his tormenter the opportunity to add a third finger and he cursed, trying to draw away. Legolas tightened his legs around his waist and refused to allow him to move. The fingers disappeared and Elrohir rolled off of the blond prince, moving to position himself behind his twin.

Sensing his reluctance, Elrohir leaned his head over his twin’s shoulder and claimed his mouth, the identical twins warring for superiority while the blond prince beneath them watched the spectacular sight with bated breath. After several moments of wrestling with his brother’s tongue, Elladan submitted with a groan and pressed backwards slightly. Elrohir smirked in triumph and rolled his hips forward gently, the blunt head of his erection breeching his twin’s entrance. Careful not to hurt the sandwiched elf between them, he pressed forward, burying himself in his older brother’s depths.

Groaning, Elladan stilled for a moment, trying to accommodate himself to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled. Elrohir similarly went motionless, allowing his brother to get used to the feeling. It was Elladan that initiated movement again, rocking back against Elrohir before thrusting viciously into Legolas.

Slicked only with the saliva from Legolas’ earlier ministrations, Elrohir tried to keep his movements gentle to keep from hurting his twin. He curled his hands around his older brother and put one hand to work on each of the other elves, pinching Elladan’s nipples with one hand and stroking Legolas’ length with the other. Elladan mimicked him, dropping one of his hands to join Elrohir’s on the prince’s arousal and using the other to firmly grasp a slender hip.

Before long, Elladan broke down under the doubled sensation of taking and being taken. With a final ecstatic cry, he emptied himself into Legolas and tightened around Elrohir. Unconsciously, his fingers tightened around the archer’s erection, causing the blond to follow him into completion. Under the sensation of the tensed passage of his twin, Elrohir only managed a few more thrusts before he came as well.

Sated, the three collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile. A bit unsteadily they separated, Elrohir rolling to one side and Elladan to the other. Legolas flung one arm to either side to embrace the duo, his roving hands encountering firm muscles on one side and an eager cock on the other. Wanton in his drunken stupor, he pumped Elladan back into response. The older of the twins groaned and arched his hips into the touch.

Aroused by the sight, Legolas felt himself drawn back into the realms of arousal as well, stroking his length harshly. Elladan sat up and pulled the blond prince towards him, settling the younger elf on his thighs, straddling his waist. Though confused, Legolas was all to eager to comply, comprehending the situation when the older twin grasped his hips and raised him just enough to pierce the blond. The archer gasped at the depth the position allowed, bucking his hips forward to grind his erection into the elf knight’s stomach. He wrapped his legs around the twin’s stomach, trying to pull himself more tightly against his lover.

With a slightly wicked expression, Elrohir moved behind the blond, scooting up to flatten his chest to the archer’s back. He tangled his legs with Elladan’s, left underneath and right above to gain the closest possible position. Legolas eyed him askance over his shoulder, not understanding what the raven elf was up to since he was already filled. Elrohir was all too quick to make himself clear, lifting the blond up a little and slipping his engorged cock up against his brother’s. Legolas’ eyes filled with apprehension when the fat head pressed against his occupied opening.

Elrohir rocked against him a few times before thrusting firmly upwards, finally managing to penetrate the subordinate elf. Crying out, Legolas tried to pull free, but both twins held him firmly in place. Squirming in discomfort, he gave up trying to escape and allowed the dark pair to continue their double penetration. They held very still for several minutes while the blond tried to adjust, but the twinned sensation of his tight passage and the other’s arousal was too much a temptation and they started rocking. Balls brushing together from the tight confines, the elf knights began an alternating rhythm of thrusting, delighting in the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other.

Yielding to the pleasure the twins bestowed upon him, Legolas reached out to lock his arms around Elladan to support his position, freeing the other’s hands to stroke his length. No longer needing to support his weight, the twins eagerly diverted their hands to rove across the blonde’s body. Elrohir chuckled when he found the prince’s erection flat against his stomach, his condition belying his enjoyment of their ministrations.

For his part, Legolas held still, supporting his weight with his arms to hold a perfectly steady position while the twins alternately thrust into him. The sensations created from the continual alternating thrusting were too much for the archer and he had to struggle to keep from coming again. He lost to the urge to come and started to tense, but Elladan pinched the base of his cock and prevented it, creating a strangled cry from the denied blond. He continued to hold him, happily tormenting the trapped elf. With his other hand, he pinched a nipple viciously and tugged at it, earning himself an impassioned moan. He repeated the action with the other nipple.

Not to be left out, Elrohir pushed Legolas’ head to the side and claimed his lips, doing his best to suck the blonde’s tongue from his head. His hands snaked down to stroke the entrapped erection and Legolas cried out into his mouth. Sensing a faint trembling in the blonde’s frame, he moved one hand to curl around the prince’s hip to help support him. Relinquishing the archer’s mouth to his brother, Elrohir moved his lips to new grounds, nipping at a sensitive ear tip for a moment before lowering his face to nuzzle the blonde’s neck, sucking hard to create a hickey.

Feeling a hand in his hair, Elrohir raised his head to find Elladan leaning towards him. Taking the invitation happily, he locked lips with his twin, warring their tongues for superiority. Legolas responded to their nearness by latching his mouth onto Elladan’s ear, sucking mercilessly on the tip knowing full well how sensitive the area was. It caused the elder twin to lose his concentration and he lost control of the kiss to his younger brother.

The distraction of the ear nipping combined with the forceful kiss caused Elladan to lose his grip on Legolas’ erection. Freed, the archer came violently, convulsing around the thrusting duo. The added pressure to the already tight accommodations forced the twins to follow him to completion.

Finally sated, the twins lifted Legolas from their forms and lowered him to the bed, the blond sprawling listlessly on the mattress. He had enough strength to lift his arms to the raven-haired twins, beckoning them to join him in a prone position. They were more than happy to settle in on his either side, nuzzling up to the exhausted prince.

Exhausted and still hammered, the three dozed off, mindless of the trauma Erestor would suffer in the morning when he found them in a tangled, sticky mass. The advisor never got around to informing them that they had been expected to attend breakfast.

END
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