Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Sadly, if they were mine damned if I would
share!! But they aren't so POOP!
Warnings: AU, slash, sap, humor, angst, dark, hinted
twincest, naughty imagery.
Pairings: Elr/Ell implied, Ell/Elr/Leg later, implied
Elrond/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Legolas is visiting Imladris for his father…what
he finds there in hospitality is quite unexpected!
Notes: Hehe…I'm going to be evil and take a slightly
different turn than expected, though if anyone was paying attention in the last
chapter, they saw this coming! Enjoy and please review!!
'thoughts'
Humming softly as he walked down the halls of Imladris,
Legolas headed for his destination at an almost leisurely pace. After his
blow-up in the Council three days before, things had been both tense and
touchy. But Elrond was not the known diplomat that he was for lack of skill and
now the Council had started speaking on plans of action. Talks were now focusing
on the possibilities of sharing patrols with each land and in increasing the
communication between all four of the Elven lands. So, while sheepish at his
outburst of anger at the Council meeting three days prior, Legolas felt that
indeed that had been what was needed.
'Ada will be happy and proud…I hope,' Legolas thought with
a slight smile as he came around the corner and headed into the library. With
all of the talks of opening communications and sharing border patrols, he wasn't
quite certain that the normally pompous and aloof King Thranduil would be so
open to such changes. 'But he will have to…if we want to survive,' the Prince
thought sadly as he walked along the book lined shelves, looking for something
to read in regards to the history of their peoples. Known for its vastness in
stored knowledge, Imladris' library was a welcome sanctuary for those who sought
knowledge.
And also for other sanctuary, as Legolas found out to his
surprise while he stared at what he saw before him. Elrond sat at his desk with
a lapful of Elf, smiling softly up at the silver haired Elf as the one spoke
softly to the Half Elf. They both chuckled softly, neither seeming to even
notice Legolas as the prince watched them in growing confusion and shock. Elrond
leaned his head up, whispering something into a pointed ear and the silver
haired Elf laughed, throwing his head back as he laughed.
Eyes widening impossibly more, Legolas stared as his best
friend, Calenglîr, leaned in and whispered something to Elrond, earning a soft,
husky chuckle from the Lord and a slowly moving hand up on a lean thigh.
Calenglîr's face was playful, yet desire could be seen even from where the
prince stood, staring.
Cheeks reddening in embarrassment as Elrond and Calenglîr
began to kiss softly, Legolas spun on his heel, his original intent gone from
his mind. He nearly ran to his rooms, heart pounding in his embarrassment and
confusion. 'Calenglîr and Lord Elrond? Are they…' he stopped his train of
thought, blushing even more at the inanity of it. 'Well that is a given. One
does not just sit on someone's lap like that with such intent if they are
friends!' he told himself sternly, but his cheeks were still burning. He took a
steadying breath, and then leaned against his door, banging his head slightly on
the wood. 'Well…I did tell him he could dally,' he thought wryly, then began to
chuckle softly at everything that had happened.
Shaking his head, he went over and grabbed the russet robe
he'd come to wear when he needed to relax. And right then…he needed to badly.
Swiftly, he went out the doors and headed for the springs, knowing a nice hot
dip and some...other stuff...would help relax his frazzled nerves.
*~~**~~*
A sigh left the Mirkwood prince's lips as he relaxed into
the hot water. He closed his eyes, smiling softly as he felt his muscles slowly
unwind from the scene he had witnessed and other muscles made themselves known.
He rolled his eyes and sighed softly. 'And I said Calenglîr was a pervert,' he
thought in amusement as he reached a hand up to grasp the stiff flesh that had
come to his 'attention'. He hadn't meant to walk in on the two Elves…like he
knew! But the sight had been strangely arousing and so his embarrassment wasn't
just from walking in on such an intimate time.
He let his head fall back languorously as he stroked
himself slowly, spreading his legs for better grip. His eyes fluttered close as
a breathy moan of pleasure left him, images of Elrond riding his friend or the
other way around came unbidden to his mind's eye. He lost himself to the
feeling, unsure if it was the images of his friend or Elrond that were causing
him such desire.
Almost imperceptibly, another hand suddenly joined his own
as locks of hair caressed down the Prince's chest, a warm chest barely touching
his back as the Elf behind him leaned in to 'help' Legolas' problem. Legolas'
soft gasp of pleasured surprise flew out followed by a moan as he let his head
fall back even more. His darkening blue eyes gazed up into stormy gray and he
moaned lightly again as he was stroked. His hand fell to the side of his thigh
as he shifted up into the hand stroking him, breathy moans of pleasure escaping
him as he gazed up at the one 'helping' him. "El…rohir…" he moaned out softly
and the gray eyes crinkled in amusement tinged lust.
"Looks like he is still coherent, gwanuren," Elladan's
voice, deepened by desire, purred out from across the bath, earning a smile from
Legolas as his head rolled up lazily to gaze at the Peredhel.
"I am losing my touch then, gwaniauren," Elrohir purred out
teasingly as he continued his stroking. "Perhaps you would like to help me?" he
asked innocently as he looked up at his twin.
"Mmm…my pleasure," Elladan growled out softly before
standing and coming over to the other two. He leaned his head in gracefully and
took Legolas' lips in a soft kiss, plying the mouth with his own before
delicately licking his way in. The prince's body shuddered at the pleasure of
both his mouth and sex being stroked so attentively. With a soft moan, he arched
and shuddered, his climax drowning him in pleasure before he fell back against
the bath walls, sated.
Looking up at the two, Legolas flushed in both
embarrassment and sated pleasure. "Pray tell what are you doing here?" he
whispered, flushed.
"Why…helping our dear Prince of Mirkwood with a very
nagging problem!" Elladan replied cheerfully, licking his lips to get the taste
of Legolas fully.
Glancing away, Legolas stood from the bath and wrapped
himself in his robe. "I did not ask for your help," he said softly as he turned
away to walk away.
"Nay, you did not…but you also did not complain much
either." Elrohir's voice was rich with amusement and confusion as they watched
the prince.
Looking back over his shoulder, Legolas gazed at the two
with an unreadable gaze. He looked down, then whispered a "Thank you" before
leaving.
The twins looked at each other in confusion and worry. "Did
we do something wrong, gwanur?" Elrohir asked quietly as he washed off his hand
of Legolas' release.
"I think…that there is something else going on, muindoren.
Come…let us see if he will talk to us," Elladan stated firmly as he got out of
the tub and wrapped his slender body in a large deep green towel. Elrohir
followed suit and they both headed for Legolas' room, intent on finding out what
had placed the Prince into such a melancholy.
*~~**~~*
Sitting on the divan that faced his windows, Legolas gazed
steadily out into the golden day, watching the sun as it played with the wind
among the leaves. His drying hair lay out behind him as he stared unseeingly at
the beautiful scenery before him. His mind was anything but calm though as he
thought on everything that had happened. He felt a sense of guilt rise up within
him as he remembered the twins' eagerness to 'help' him. 'I should not have let
it happen,' he thought sadly, then sighed as he looked down. He shifted and
leaned his head back, gazing sightlessly up at the decorative ceiling.
He glanced over as he heard his door open and gazed at the
two who came in silently, closing the door behind them as they stood before the
Prince. Legolas gazed at them with an unreadable expression. "What do you wish?"
he asked softly, showing none of the turmoil or longing that was racing through
him.
"To be with you, ernilen taur," Elrohir replied quietly,
his gray eyes serious as they took in the lounging form before them. He felt a
pang of want flow through him at the mere sight of decadence before them, but
kept himself in check.
"To help you…not just sexually," Elladan added just as
softly, his own gray eyes mirroring his brother's. "Your heart is troubled."
Looking away, Legolas bit down a wistful sigh. "You would
be as me if you walked in on your best friend and the Lord of the house in
a…rather intimate posture," he said softly, his cheeks tingeing pink in
embarrassment.
"Ah, so Ada did indeed follow through on his interests,"
Elladan murmured wisely as they came over. He smiled as Legolas looked up at him
in surprise. "He came to us to be sure we would not mind if he took a lover and
if either of us was taking the young Calenglîr into our…ministrations."
Looking up, Legolas smiled softly before his lips were
taken in a sweet kiss. He gazed up at Elladan before looking down again and
leaning into Elrohir. "Why me?"
"Can you not sense it? There is more here than mere
pleasure of the body or heart, ernilen," Elladan whispered softly as he leaned
his cheek against the golden locks as Elrohir slowly began pushing down the
russet robe. "There is a bond, of like we have not felt with anyone but each
other."
"You complete us. There is no one else we would have by us.
From the moment we saw your fire and sweetness…we knew," Elrohir purred out
softly as he brushed his hand slowly down a pale arm, nuzzling the damp hair. He
smiled as Legolas chuckled softly, turning his head slightly to smile at the
Elf-knight.
Sitting slowly in front of the Mirkwood Prince, Elladan
took hold of the slender hands and pressed light kisses all along them, smiling
as Legolas moaned softly. He looked up into navy blue eyes that watched him with
interest. "Let us be with you, Legolas…let us give you what you deserve," he
whispered huskily as his brother wrapped strong arms tenderly around the Silvan
Elf's chest.
Closing his eyes as he leaned back securely into Elrohir's
hold, Legolas relaxed as he nodded. "Aye…I think I would like a brief end to my
darkness."
"Your briefness will be much more, cund-min. We shall be
sure of that," Elrohir murmured out.
"Al-calad car-i danna-Peredhil…an er-sui le," Elladan added
lyrically, smiling as Legolas chuckled warmly again. "Haust-i?"
"Haust-i," both Elves replied, smiling in anticipation as
they moved for the bed. A slow exploration of hands and eyes accompanied their
mutual relocation as towels and robe were dropped to the ground. Legolas stopped
them just before the bed, smiling gently at them as he gazed at them with hooded
eyes.
Twin pools of gray trailed over his body appreciatively as
he sauntered up to them slowly, licking his lips as he came up to them. He stood
before Elladan first and raised his hands up slowly. He cupped the Peredhel's
cheeks, tenderly brushing his fingers over the cheekbones before moving the
touches down. He unclasped the silver and emerald medallion, slowly caressing
the skin it had covered briefly. He put it aside, then tenderly unbraided the
raven hair that flowed around the muscular body, running his fingers through the
ebony silk before leaning up to press his lips to the slightly opened lips.
He pulled back before strong arms could pin him, smiling
impishly as he moved to the next twin, repeating his actions with equal
attention and tenderness. He didn't move back though as Elrohir wrapped his arms
around the Prince, holding him close. They smiled at each other and kissed
tenderly as Elladan came over and pressed up to Legolas and began to remove the
decorative braids from the golden silk.
The eldest twin then watched his brother and Legolas kiss
hungrily before placing an arm around the Prince's waist, stopping the kiss.
"Share some, brother…" he ordered with a smirk as the two panted softly and
looked at him with desire darkened eyes.
"Must I? You got to taste him already," Elrohir replied
teasingly as he pouted.
"Yes because I want some as well," Elladan purred out and
grinned as Legolas laughed softly, sending a thrill through both males at the
erotic sound.
Gazing at them fondly, Legolas backed towards the bed as he
laced his fingers with theirs. "Have you slept with each other?" he asked
softly, curious.
"With each other…no. With others with us…aye that we have,"
Elladan answered with a smile as they followed the Prince onto the bed, crawling
after him as cats on the prowl.
"We find other lovers…but occasionally we have the
same…interest. Then, we share. Our love for each other is deep and boundless,
but we only do such to share the same beauty that strikes our eye," Elrohir
finished as the three lay together, Legolas between the twins. Each caressed the
other softly, exploring as they spoke comfortably, legs entwined.
"And so I strike your eyes now?" Legolas asked teasingly,
smiling as he caressed their faces, leaning back into Elrohir as Elladan pressed
close.
"You strike our souls, mallenlass," Elladan whispered
huskily, eyes deep with desire and longing as they locked with Legolas' dark
blue. Eyes widening with surprise, the Prince's mouth opened to reply, but was
stopped by Elladan's mouth and tongue, instead releasing a loud moan deep into
the hot recesses of his captor.
Elrohir began caressing all over the fair Prince as Elladan
plundered the soft mouth for all it was worth. Legolas moaned softly, writhing
between them as he clung to them both, eagerly lifting a leg at the gentle touch
of Elrohir's exploring hand. His head fell back in a groan as a finger caressed
his entrance and he looked down as Elladan slid down slowly. His lips were
captured again instantly by Elrohir's as a finger pressed into him teasingly and
he bucked. He groaned even louder as his member slid into something moist and
hot and he knew in an instant that Elladan had decided to add more to his
torment.
The twins set about driving Legolas mad with desire, one
suckling his hard member while the other took the Prince's mouth in the same
manner. They slowly switched places after a bit, keeping the fair haired Elf on
the edge of bliss with chaste kisses and gentle caresses. Legolas all but
trembled in his desire and need, nearly toppling Elladan as he pounced forward,
taking the Peredhel's lips in a hungry kiss. He arched sharply as he felt a
tongue press into him and rocked back, panting and whimpering in need as he
rocked slowly onto that tongue.
He looked down as his face was caressed into Elladan's
stormy gaze. Elladan smirked up at him, and then offered a vial of oil. Eyes
widening in comprehension at their master plan, Legolas gazed wordlessly at
Elladan. A firm nod answered his silent question and the golden haired Elf oiled
his fingers before pressing them firmly into Elladan, stretching him as swiftly
as he himself was being prepared. Their groans and whispered pleas for more
mingled in the heavy, sex laden air, until finally they were all ready. Elrohir
coated Legolas' member as the Prince returned the favor before moving in
position between the eldest twin's legs.
Carefully, Legolas lifted Elladan's legs up and placed them
on his shoulders. He locked his gaze with Elladan's as he pressed in, panting
softly as the eldest twin moaned continuously in pleasure. He didn't have long
to adjust once inside, for Elrohir then pushed inside of the Prince, merging all
three together with a chorus of moans.
They panted softly as they trembled at the pleasure, filled
or filling perfectly. Elrohir leaned in and pressed against Legolas' back,
suckling on an ear tip as he began thrusting steadily, encouraging the Prince to
move with him. Together, they drove into Elladan, who cried out in a rising
volume as he writhed under them. They moved in a steadily increasing rate,
pounding one into the other as they moved together towards release.
Elladan was the first to fall over the edge of release,
arching sharply as Legolas stroked his member in time to their thrusts. Shaken
by the overwhelming pleasure, Legolas followed swiftly as well, moaning softly
as his head fell back in bliss. He groaned as Elrohir thrust once more, spasming
as he thrust again and filled the Prince with his seed. The three warrior Elves
collapsed together, panting in bliss as they held tightly to each other.
Slowly, they parted carefully, and then curled up together,
limbs and bodies entwined as they kissed lazily in sated bliss. Lying together,
Legolas curled between the twins with a happy smile, contentedly laying his head
on top of Elladan's chest, while Elrohir laid his head onto Legolas' shoulder.
With soft happy sighs, they laced fingers and fell into reverie, no longer
alone.
TBC (don't worry…hehe)
Translations:
Gwanuren- my twin brother
Gwaniauren- my older brother
Muindoren- my brother
Ernilen taur- my forest prince
Cund-min- our prince
Al-calad car-i danna-Peredhil…an er-sui le- Not light do
the Half Elves fall…for one as you.
Haust-i- the bed
