Sketch

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Sketch


The charcoal left a smooth, slightly curving line across the paper, joining other lines and other curves to create the semblance of a form. Two arms, two legs, a head, a torso, these already existed on the paper. The charcoal was now working to create a second set of body parts, exactly like the first, but with a different position, expression, personality.

Green eyes glanced back and forth between the paper and the subjects, pink lower lip caught between white teeth, a frown creasing the pale forehead. His hand was beginning to cramp, so he shook the twinge out, and continued to draw. Though he could hear the two musical voices against the backdrop of the rustling leaves, he didn’t pay attention to the words. The words didn’t matter--he wasn’t drawing words. He was drawing them.

He smudged the charcoal with his thumb to create shadow, to add depth in his second form. With a satisfied nod, he filled in the final finishing touches, an idea of scenery so that they didn’t look to be floating in midair. Comparing the figures in flesh to the figures in charcoal, he decided he could have done worse, but that he could also have done better.

Setting the finished sketch aside, Legolas immediately began working on the next.

“How much longer do you think he’s going to do this?” Elrohir grumbled, glancing up at his brother. He had to arch his head a bit in order to meet Elladan’s eyes, seeing as how his head was currently resting on the other’s stomach. Elladan just grinned, running his fingers through the midnight hair spread out over his body.

“Until he’s managed to capture us perfectly so he’ll always have something to remember us by. That way, he can stare longingly at our images during those lonely nights in Mirkwood and pretend that it is our hands wandering over his silken skin, and not just his own.”

“You would have to bring that up,” Elrohir sighed, facing forward once again, and therefore giving himself a better view of the golden Prince. “First he tortures us by making us lie here without the joy of touching him, and then he’s going to torture us by leaving. Once he’s beyond the border of Imladris, he’ll probably never even give us a second thought. He’ll stare at his drawings and try to recall the names of the two glorious beings depicted on the paper, but then some pale-haired beauty will walk by, the drawings will drift to the floor, and never be seen again.”

“Feeling neglected today, are we?” Elladan said with an amused smile.

“Just wishing he’d hurry up already.”

“An artist works in his own time, one that we cannot affect,” he said, then added wryly, “no matter how much we might wish to.”

“And we were so happy to discover this skill of his,” Elrohir said with a wistful sigh. “Next time we learn about one of Legolas’s hidden talents, let’s just shrug and pretend it’s nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Even if that hidden talent involves a particularly pleasurable movement with his tongue?”

“I’m not talking about important talents,” Elrohir said, his voice scornful, and Elladan started to laugh. Leaning over, he kissed the top of his brother’s head.

“Always with but a single thought on your mind,” he teased as he separated a section of the gleaming black mane from the rest. “It’s amazing you’re capable of doing anything else.”

“I’m not without talents of my own.”

Elladan divided the section of hair into three parts and began twisting it into a braid. “All the more reason for you to appreciate his.”

“I do appreciate his. I’d appreciate them more if he would have left us sated and happy instead of pent-up and anxious.”

“I’m happy. In fact, I could stay like this for the rest of the day. I would be content not to move a single muscle.”

“Oh, go suck an Orc,” Elrohir growled and pursed his lips, rolling over to pout. He decided he was just wasting his breath to try and talk any sense into his twin.

Legolas, listening to the twins with only a small fraction of his attention, bit back a smile. Foolish Elves to even think that he could forget about them. They were his life, whether he was with them, or apart.

He once more tuned out the brothers as he traced the outline of a rounded buttock onto the paper. Elrohir, if he hadn’t been feeling cranky, was in the perfect position to use his mouth in a manner that would have been ideal for Elladan.

Ah well, since art couldn’t imitate life, it would have to revise it.

He replaced the expression of amused contentment on Elladan’s face with one of pure bliss. He drew the long, pale fingers so that they were buried in the dark strands while Elrohir swallowed his brother’s arousal. He made sure the dark nipples on Elladan’s chest were peaked and that there was the slightest hint of tongue to be seen between his lips.

This was turning out to be a rather. . . inspiring picture, Legolas thought, shifting slightly in the grass.

“If it’s any consolation,” Elladan began, starting on a new braid since his petulant brother removed the first one from his reach, “he’s not going to forget us as soon as you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Father has requested that we escort Legolas as far as Lorien. He’s worried about Arwen and wants us to see how she’s doing.”

“No.”

At his brother’s sullen response, Elladan’s contentment was replaced by surprise. “I’m sorry?”

“No,” Elrohir repeated. “She made her choice. If she’s not happy, she can find her own way home.”

His befuddled twin stared at him, wondering what happened to his brother and who had replaced him. “Elrohir, what is the matter with you? Did an ant crawl up your ass and get stuck there?”

“Nothing’s the matter,” Elrohir scowled, facing away from his brother, but giving Legolas full view of his disgruntled expression. He immediately put aside the more erotic drawing and started on one featuring the unhappy Elrohir alone.

Elladan pulled his legs out from under his brother, rolling Elrohir onto his back. The startled Elf stared up at him with wide blue-violet eyes.

“You have been in a foul mood for most of the day,” Elladan said, glaring down at him. “First you take it out on Legolas, and then you take it out on Arwen, both of whom are innocent. What’s wrong?”

Elrohir, eyes narrowing with annoyance, rolled back over so he wouldn’t have to face either of them. Resting his chin on his crossed arms, he stared gloomily into the grass in front of him.

“Not looking at me isn’t going to thwart me from pestering you,” Elladan said, trying to roll his brother back over, but Elrohir fought him, combining his weight with gravity until Elladan gave up.

“Fine,” he said, voice filled with disgust. “If you want to act like a child, I’m not going to fight with you. Once you decide to return to adulthood, then we can talk.”

Elladan stood up and moved to sit next to Legolas, crossing his arms over his chest and determinedly ignoring his brother.

“I’ve never been so happy to be an only child in my life,” Legolas said in a somewhat distracted voice as he darkened the lines that made up Elrohir’s body, bringing forth the anger and tension he found in his living subject.

“I wish I could say the same,” Elladan grumbled.

“I’ll drink to that!” Elrohir snarled.

“We don’t even have anything to drink!” his brother snapped.

“I never said we did! By the Valar,” he said, head swiveling around to level a pair of irritated blue-violet eyes at his brother, “it was an expression! Do you always have to take everything so literally?”

“Yes, when it comes to you, and I usually have to use small words so you’ll understand.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because you don’t know any large words?”

“Why?” Elladan said, raising his eyes to the heavens. “Why was I ever born a twin?”

“So that when our parents realized how deficient you are in every basic skill, they’d be relieved to know they still have me.”

“Only because their relief stems from the fact that they didn’t end up with two complete morons like you.”

Elrohir jumped to his feet, hands clenched into fists. “I’ve had just about enough from you.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard those words from your lips,” Elladan snorted, his eyes scornful.

“See here, Halfling,” he said, glancing between his brother’s legs, and Elladan jumped to his feet.

“Halfling! I’d be careful what you call me, ‘twin’, since we are exactly the same.”

“Exactly the same in form, but not in wit, or prowess.”

“That’s it. Only one of us is leaving this clearing,” Elladan growled, advancing on the Elf.

“And that one is going to be. . .” Elrohir frowned, glancing at the tree behind his brother. “Legolas.”

Elladan blinked in puzzlement. “What?”

“Legolas is gone,” he said, turning in a circle, searching for any sign of the golden Prince. “Where’d he go?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even see him leave.”

“You don’t think we ran him off, do you?”

“No,” Elladan said, heard his brother’s concern away. “He’s heard us bickering before. He knows better than to make anything of it.”

“Then where’d he go?”

“I don’t--over there!”

Elrohir’s eyes looked in the direction his brother was pointing and saw a sheet of white lying in the grass. They quickly raced over and picked up the paper. It was one of Legolas’s sketches portraying the twins with their gazes locked, their expressions adoring.

“Think he’s trying to tell us something?” Elrohir asked, arching a wry eyebrow at his brother, and Elladan grinned.

“It wouldn’t surprise me. Not too subtle, is he?”

“Well, he’s not us, so you can’t expect too much.”

Elladan laughed, kissing his brother’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go find our errant Prince before he gets the wrong idea and thinks we don’t love him anymore.”

The two headed off in the direction indicated by the first drawing, and soon came upon a second one, then a third.

“He really does draw us beautifully,” Elrohir said, looking at the picture of him pleasuring his brother.

“With subjects like ourselves, how else could he draw us?” Elladan smirked and Elrohir paused to smile at him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a pain. I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”

“There’s no need for apologies,” Elladan said, drawing him into an embrace. “You know I’d forgive you for anything.”

“I know, and that’s why I need to apologize,” he said and softly kissed his twin.

Elladan’s eyes began to darken as his blood started to rise. “We really have to find our errant Prince, and soon.”

“Agreed,” Elrohir answered, his own skin flushing with desire.

They followed the trail of pictures, and before long, they discovered the artist lying on his stomach in the grass, sketching a flower standing before him. His pale skin glowed beneath the loving rays of the sun, every golden strand of hair glittering as it fell across his shoulders. His green eyes were intent on the blue petals of the flower, but the suggestion of a smile on his face told the twins that their arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Legolas,” Elladan said, flopping onto the grass next to the Elf, “what have we told you about wandering off?”

“You’re not safe without us,” Elrohir said, settling down on his other side.

“I’m not safe with you,” Legolas said absently as he continued sketching the flower.

“He has a point,” Elladan said, looking over the Prince at his brother.

“We do make a dangerous pair.”

Legolas finished the flower and changed to a fresh page. “Does this mean you two have kissed and made up?”

“Almost.”

“The kiss was lacking a certain something.”

“Or someone.”

“Really?” Legolas said, beginning a new sketch.

“Is it just me,” Elrohir said, again meeting his brother’s eyes, “or do we not have his full attention?”

“He does seem to be overlooking us, which I never would have thought possible.”

“Perhaps we should commandeer his interest.”

Elladan plucked the charcoal from Legolas’s hand, Elrohir grabbed the paper, and the golden Prince regarded them with full awareness for the first time the entire afternoon.

Legolas looked from one brother to the other. “Is there something I can do for you?”

“I can think of a few things.”

“Such a limited imagination,” Elrohir teased and Elladan grinned at him.

“If only you could see inside my head, you wouldn’t be so quick to judge.”

“Mmm. . .” he leaned over Legolas to steal a kiss, “I can see inside your head, and I like what I see.”

“I thought you would,” Elladan smirked, returning the kiss.

“Can I have my charcoal and paper back?”

“No,” they answered in unison and rolled Legolas over onto his back. They immediately began to cover his body in nibbles and kisses, too busy adoring the satin skin to catch the triumphant gleam in the green eyes.

“You know,” Elladan said as he licked at Legolas’s left nipple, “as much as I enjoyed all of your drawings, there was one in particular that truly captured my attention. It was magnificent and so true to life.”

“Really?” Legolas gasped and shuddered with pleasure as teeth bit a little too sharply into his skin. “Which one would that be?”

“The one where my beloved brother is attempting to wrap his mouth around my erection.”

“Attempting and succeeding, as I recall,” Elrohir interjected with a hint of affronted pride.

“Actually, I thought that one to be the least realistic of my drawings,” Legolas said, and both twins ceased their ministrations to stare at him.

“What?”

“How could that be?” Elrohir demanded.

Legolas shrugged. “It just didn’t seem. . . believable.”

“He’s goading us.”

“I think so.”

“Perhaps we should give him a demonstration.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” Elladan grinned as Elrohir pounced, leaping over Legolas to cover his brother’s mouth with his own.

Elrohir began kissing a path down the alabaster skin until he reached the pulsing arousal between Elladan’s legs. With an impish wink, he swiped his tongue across the tip and Elladan moaned, falling back on the grass.

Legolas rolled his eyes and squirmed out from under them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Elladan asked, eyes closed as his brother sucked relentlessly on the first inch of his Elfhood, giving him just a hint of promised pleasure, but never enough.

“To watch.”

“Wouldn’t you rather participate?”

The golden Prince watched for a moment as Elrohir’s head bobbed between his brother’s legs. His eyes trailed over the strong lines of Elrohir’s back to the round curves of his perfectly shaped buttocks. His fingers twitched to leave red marks on the pure skin of Elrohir’s hips, to bury his nose in the ebony hair while his cock plunged into the beautiful ass.

He licked his lips.

“I could be tempted,” Legolas said, kneeling down behind the Rivendell prince. He placed his mouth at the base of Elrohir’s spine, kissing the tiny indentation before lowering his lips down to the starburst entrance. He flicked his tongue over the tight opening and Elrohir’s resulting moan brought a smile to his face. He bathed the entrance with his tongue, forcing it inside little by little until he could feel the muscles opening up beneath him, Elrohir thrusting back in anticipation.

“Stop torturing us so and take him,” Elladan said, his hands tangled in his brother’s hair as he writhed in frustrated passion.

Deciding that Elrohir was ready, Legolas did as he was told and eased his cock into Elladan’s twin. Both of Imladris’ Princes released identical strangled cries and, with a feral smile on his face, Legolas pushed himself all the way in.

“By the gods,” Elladan groaned, “I love how you feel.”

“Me, or him?” Legolas asked.

“I can’t tell. Either? Both?” Elladan’s eyes rolled back in his head at a particularly vicious thrust and a particularly deep swallow by his brother. “Does it matter?”

“Not particularly,” Legolas answered, increasing his speed to match the tightening of the twins’ bodies that was encouraging his own. He didn’t once let up even as Elladan’s mewling cries marked the approach of his orgasm. Elrohir was forced to match the steady rhythm being pounded into his ass and soon his mouth was filled with the salty taste of his brother’s pre-cum. He drew harder on the velvety flesh, caressing it with his tongue and lips until each breath of air from Elladan’s mouth seemed a cry for release.

Finally, Elladan heaved a shuddering breath and spilled his seed into his twin’s mouth, Elrohir drinking in every drop of his brother’s essence. Even as he licked away the last of the pearly fluid, Legolas reached around and grasped the twin’s arousal in his hand. The golden Prince quickly arrived at his own climax, pounding out the pulsing, jagged rhythm into Elrohir, who cried out as the fist forced the orgasm from him.

Carefully pulling out of the dark-haired Prince, Legolas sat back and tried to catch his breath.

“Amazing, as always,” Elrohir said, lying across his brother and staring up at Legolas with awestruck eyes.

“As are you,” Elladan said, kissing the top of Elrohir’s head, reaching for Legolas’s hand. He pulled the golden Prince down for a kiss, and then Elrohir did the same. Legolas snuggled up next to them, his head on Elladan’s shoulder, his hand on Elrohir’s chest.

“You do know you’re never leaving us, right?” Elladan said, his voice sleepy, and Legolas gave a languid nod.

“I know,” he smiled, wondering how much longer it would be before they let him get a hold of his charcoal and paper again. From the possessive gleam in Elrohir’s eyes, probably a while.

Oh, well, he yawned and the green eyes closed. He could live with that.

[Completed March 17, 2004]