Title: Yielding
Author: Khylaren	
Contact: Khylaren@yahoo.com 
Fandom: LOTR 
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. I’m not making any money off of them, I’m only playing with them for a bit and I promise to put them back where I found them when I’m finished.  This story is a work of fiction and for entertainment (mostly mine!) purposes only.
Warnings: Homoerotic (slash) content
Betas: Larien Elengasse (endless thanks!)
Cast: Legolas/Rúmil/Orophin/Haldir
Timeline: FOTR
Spoilers: None, really, since this didn’t actually ever happen.

Summary: The Fellowship at Lothlórien: Legolas is abducted by Rúmil and Orophin as a treat for their brother, Haldir. Is the Prince as unwilling as he seems?

Notes: This is my second attempt at a male/male relationship, and I couldn’t resist the thought of throwing all those yummy Elves together in a big sticky mess and seeing who came out on top.  Much thanks to my beta, and to those wonderful writers out there who continue to inspire me.  This is pure plot, what plot? Are you kidding? Why are you reading this if you want a plot?

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Legolas had just slipped into reverie when a pair of strong hands gripped him, abruptly dragging him from sleep.  Startled, he opened his mouth, only to have one of the hands clamp tightly over it.

“Hush!” a low voice commanded sternly. “I have no wish for you to wake your companions from their well deserved rest.”  

Legolas struggled against his captor, only to have the arm around his middle tighten painfully, squeezing the breath out of his lungs.  He was dragged unwilling across the peaceful glade where his friends and companions slept, his strong legs unable to find purchase on the earth long enough to overthrow his abductor.  He could see no trace of the male who held him, but by his scent, he knew it to be another elf.  The arm that pulled him was strong, and the body he was pulled against well muscled.

“You got him!” a low voice exclaimed with obvious delight. 

“Shh!” his captor hissed. “We are still to close to the others. Blindfold him.”

A soft chuckle was the only reply Legolas heard, and he renewed his struggles against his captor, not willing to be a part of whatever devilment these two elves planned for him.

“Aye, muindor,” came the soft reply, and moments later, Legolas’ vision was completely obscured by a length of soft fabric. He could feel the other elf tying it tightly behind his head, careful not to catch his hair in the knot.

“Be ready,” the voice at his ear said, and Legolas stiffened in fear as he felt his wrists imprisoned in a tight grip. He struggled again, flailing blindly with all his strength, but it made no difference - between the two elves, they held him easily, and his hands were quickly bound tightly behind his back.

“Easily done.”

Legolas heard the elf who still held his hand over his mouth chuckle softly. “Now, gag his pretty mouth before he bites me.”  

Tensing in anticipation, he heard the other elf approach him and kicked out, freeing his mouth in the process. He sucked air deep into his lungs to yell for assistance, when his legs were swept out from under him.  With a pained grunt, he landed on his back. Before he could open his mouth again, another cloth was shoved rudely between his lips, effectively silencing any cries he could make.  His legs were still free, however, and he kicked out again at his captors and heard a satisfying grunt of pain as his booted foot met solid flesh.  But his satisfaction was short lived, however, as his captors quickly retaliated, one of them striking him quickly across the face and stunning him. Tears rose unbidden from behind his blindfold as the pain and shock of being struck by another elf filled him.  His arm was grabbed tightly and he was rudely dragged to his feet once more.

“No more of that, Prince Legolas, or you will regret it,” a voice hissed quietly in his ear. “Now come quietly and without struggle, or you will be hurt.”

The hands on his arm pulled him roughly along, dragging him blindly at a swift pace until Legolas was gasping behind his gag.  They stopped twice along the way, each time one of his captors warned him to behave while they waited silently until the signal was given for them to continue.  Legolas’ shoulders burned from being forced into such an unnatural position, and fear gripped his body, making him tremble as he walked sightless into whatever awaited him. Dazed and confused thoughts spun rapidly through his mind; why had they taken him? Who were these elves that they would accost him so? And what purpose did they intend for him?  He couldn’t voice his questions, and his moans of despair were muffled behind the gag.

“Do you think he will like him?” one of his captors asked with a soft laugh, pulling lightly on Legolas’ braids. 

“Aye, you saw his face, muindor. My question is, do you think he will share?”

A sinking feeling filled Legolas’ stomach at this words, for he was getting a much clearer picture of what these elves had in store for him.

“I hope so,” said the other, touching Legolas’ check below the blindfold caressingly. “I for one would love to see this one lose his control.”

They stopped again, and Legolas heard something drop from above him. 

“Pass him up.”

Legolas felt himself gripped around the middle and lifted as another pair of arms grabbed him. He felt his world spin as he was turned midair and thrown over a broad shoulder, his head hanging down the other elf’s back.  The elf who held him was climbing now, and Legolas guessed they were climbing a rope that led to a flet high above in the treetops of Lothlórien.  He could hear the other elf climbing the rope behind them.

They reached the top, the elf carrying him grunting slightly with the effort, and Legolas felt himself tossed unceremoniously to the floor. He struggled for a moment and managed to sit up with his legs straight out in front of him, cursing the blindfold and bindings.

“What is this?” a new voice asked from somewhere behind him. “What game are you two up to now?”

“A present for you, muindor. All wrapped up,” came the laughing reply. “He should keep you warm enough this evening.”

An exasperated sigh came from behind him and Legolas felt the blindfold being pulled from his head. He blinked, and set his eyes upon his three captors for the first time.

He recognized the two in front of him as two of the border guardians who had escorted the fellowship to Caras Galadon. Turning his head to see the third, he let out a soft gasp. His hazel eyes widened in shock as he regarded the Marchwarden of the Golden Wood looking down at him bemusedly.

“Is he not a tasty treat?” 

“Aye, Rúmil. Was this your idea, or Orophin’s?” Haldir asked mildly, still looking at Legolas, bound and gagged before him.

“Both, dear muindor, both.” Rúmil laughed, moving over to squat next to where Legolas sat. “I had the pleasure of walking behind this one all the way to Caras Galadon.”  He reached out to stroke Legolas’ face, chuckling softly as the young elf jerked away. “Quite the view I enjoyed.”

“Hmmph,” Haldir snorted, turning to look at Orophin with a frown. “And you?”

“Aye, it was mine as well. For this one eyed me so bravely when I had my arrow drawn upon him, I knew we had to have him.”

“We?” Haldir replied, his dark eyebrows rising swiftly. “I thought he was to be mine for the evening?” he stated, crossing his arms over his chest, eyeing both his brothers sternly.

Orophin grinned sheepishly. “Well, we share everything else.”

“I see,” Haldir replied, shifting his gaze back to Legolas, who had taken in the conversation with increasing trepidation. “And have you consulted our dear Prince of Mirkwood regarding his desires in this matter?”

Rúmil’s mouth dropped open slightly in surprise. “Well, no, muindor, but I do not imagine he will object after a while.”

Haldir’s lips thinned in disapproval as he motioned Rúmil away from Legolas, squatting down to take his place beside the Prince. With careful fingers, he loosed the gag from Legolas’ mouth, pulling it away and tossing it carelessly behind him.  

Legolas worked his mouth, licking his lips, trying to regain the moisture that had been absorbed by the gag.

“How say you, Legolas, son of Thranduil?” Haldir asked softly, gripping the other elf’s chin gently with his lean fingers, tilting Legolas’ face so that he looked into his eyes.  “My brothers meant no malice in their actions, but I would know your thoughts on their behavior, as well as their intentions towards you.”

Legolas trembled slightly, feeling the strength in the grip of those fingers and he wet his lips again, not realizing how provocative the gesture was. His hazel eyes widened in surprise as Haldir leaned forward and kissed him, flicking his tongue across his lips in a swift movement that made him catch his breath.

“Hmm,” Haldir said, leaning back once more. “A tempting treat, indeed. I can see why my brothers are so taken with you.” His gray eyes glittered with interest as he took in Legolas’ tousled and bound form. He sighed with reluctance, reaching behind the Prince to untie his hands. “However, you are a guest of the Lady, and I cannot countenance their actions.”

“Haldir!” Orophin cried in dismay. “After all the trouble we went through to get him, can we not at least enjoy him a little?”

Haldir hesitated, his fingers resting lightly on the ropes that bit into Legolas’ fine wrists.  He looked over his shoulder at his brothers and saw the disappointment written plainly on their handsome faces.  He looked back at the Prince, seeing the other elf close his eyes.

“He is not willing to join your play, muindyr, as you can plainly see,” Haldir said finally. His gray eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he regarded the beautiful elf before him. “Though he has spoken not a word, one way or the other.”

Legolas opened his eyes to find Haldir’s face quite close, his eyes seeming to pierce him with their intensity. 

“How is it you have not protested my brothers’ treatment of you, Prince?” Haldir asked softly, reaching up to stroke Legolas’ cheek with a calloused hand. A dark eyebrow rose in question. “Could it be that you enjoy your helplessness?”  He ran his thumb over the young warrior’s lower lip slowly, his eyes never leaving the other’s. 

He could feel the closeness of the other elf, the warmth radiating from Haldir’s body as the Marchwarden leaned into him and Legolas closed his eyes again, unable to answer truthfully, to his shame. A shudder racked his body at the warrior’s touch, and he felt warmth spread slowly through him, making his body yearn for more.

“I believe he does, brother mine,” Orophin’s voice came softly in wonderment. “Perhaps he wonders what it would be like to lose control, to give over completely and not be able to help himself.”

“Aye,” replied Rúmil, his voice nearly a whisper, watching the silent interaction between Haldir and Legolas with interest. “You may be right. See how he trembles at our Haldir’s touch?”

Haldir’s fingers gripped Legolas’ chin once more, and he forced the other elf to look at him.

“I would know if you are willing or no, Legolas, for I would not have you cry foul after we are through.  You must speak, and be not afraid.  If you wish to return to your companions, I will untie you and guide you back to safety. My brothers will be punished for their presumptions.” His fingers tightened slightly, almost painfully on Legolas’ chin, and his voice dropped low, “But if you choose to stay, then it will be so and I will promise you that no harm will befall you.”  He shook his head slowly, a small smile playing about his generous lips. “Tempting as you are, I would not take you against your will.”

Warring emotions flitted across Legolas’ face as he battled with his fear and the slow but steady burn of desire that had begun to build the moment Haldir had kissed him.

Orophin and Rúmil watched enviously as Legolas leaned forward and pressed his lips against Haldir’s, his shoulders straining behind him as he struggled to reach the Marchwarden’s body.

Haldir felt the tentative touch of Legolas’ mouth against his and bit back the groan that rose within him. He drew back, his eyes glittering with a dangerous heat.

“That is your answer, Prince?” he demanded softly, running his thumb once more over the trembling lips of his captive. 

Taking a deep breath, Legolas nodded. For this night alone, he would be theirs.

Satisfied with his answer, Haldir drew back, pulling Legolas unsteadily to his feet. He regarded the young elf for a moment, before bending his head to kiss him once more, taking the time to savor the sweetness of his lips. He felt them part beneath his, and his tongue darted out, dipping into the warmth of Legolas’ mouth. His hands reached up to cup his face, holding it still as his kiss deepened, becoming more forceful, taking what the younger elf was offering him greedily.  The need for air caused him to draw back finally, and he took in the sight of Legolas’ flushed face and bruised lips with satisfaction.  Turning his captive, he pushed him gently into the waiting arms of Orophin and Rúmil, taking a comfortable seat across from them on a nearby stool.

Legolas trembled at the sudden loss of Haldir’s touch and was keenly aware of his regard as Orophin pulled him into his arms, pressing his mouth hungrily against his lips.  Rúmil had moved behind him, effectively sandwiching the Prince between their bodies, and was kissing the exposed length of neck behind Legolas’ ear. Orophin’s tongue pushed teasingly against his, stroking it deliciously as Rúmil’s own clever tongue explored the sensitive curve of his ear. Hands were touching him everywhere, and Legolas quickly lost track of who’s hands were who’s as they explored every inch of him, making him gasp as they discovered his more sensitive areas. 

Orophin drew back from the delicious mouth he had been feasting on, and spun Legolas around so that Rúmil could enjoy the same.  He bent his head and fastened his mouth on the tip of one pointed ear, feeling the fine tremble rack the body that he held in his arms, and heard the young elf gasp with pleasure.

Rúmil wasted no time, bringing both hands up to cup Legolas’ face as he kissed him, gently, exploring the wonders of the soft mouth beneath his.  Burying his fingers into the silky length of the Sindar’s hair, he tasted and savored the lips that moved sweetly against his, plunging his tongue into the warmth of his mouth, teasing Legolas’ shy tongue with his until the other elf was sighing with growing passion.

Legolas marveled at the differences between them.  Haldir’s kisses had been fiery, Orophin’s possessive, but Rúmil’s were so tender that Legolas was nearly undone by them. He barely felt Orophin untie his hands and push them over Rúmil’s shoulders, his fingertips brushing the ends of the warrior’s hair.  He sighed again when the Silvan elf released his mouth, licking across his chin to explore the soft skin that peeped above the neck of his tunic. Rúmil found the hollow of his breastbone and licked there, delighting in the shiver the caress elicited.

Legolas was dimly aware of Orophin’s hands sliding underneath the thin fabric of his tunic, sliding upwards to explore the smoothly muscled skin underneath. His knees buckled when the warden’s thumbs brushed his nipples, and Rúmil caught him expertly, his mouth fastening on Legolas’ once more.  Gently Orophin’s hands tugged at the edge of the Prince’s tunic, and he was forced to break away from Rúmil’s kisses so that the other could pull it over his head. Bare-chested, he returned to Rúmil’s embrace and gasped, feeling Orophin’s hot mouth trail kisses down the exposed flesh of his back.

Rúmil’s hands slid down the lithe but well-muscled form of his captive, dragging the lean hips closer to brush against his as he claimed Legolas’ lips, punishing their softness with a bruising kiss.  He felt Orophin’s hands slide between their bodies and reach for the ties of Legolas’ leggings, his brother’s fingers brushing against his arousal and sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Legolas gasped, tipping his head back as Rúmil bit gently at his throat, Orophin’s hands sliding beneath his leggings to find his hardened length, stroking it deftly and bringing a low moan from him.  He heard Orophin chuckle softly against the back of his neck.

“Do you see, muindor?” Orophin asked softly, looking over Rúmil’s shoulder at Haldir, his lips curved in a pleased grin. “How sweetly he surrenders?”

“Aye,” Haldir replied, his voice husky with his own arousal, his eyes fixed upon the face of Legolas. The elf’s mouth was open and his low moans could be heard coming steadily as Rúmil’s and Orophin’s hands and lips worked their magic on the young Prince’s senses.

Orophin bent his attention back to his willing captive, releasing the throbbing length of maleness he held in his hands to pull Legolas’ leggings down over his hips.  It was Rúmil’s turn to explore the silky heat of the young elf’s arousal as his brother knelt to remove Legolas’ boots, sliding his leggings the rest of the way off and baring their captive completely to their gaze.

Legolas was lost when he felt Rúmil’s mouth take the length of him, sliding the wet heat of his lips over the burning flesh of his desire. His legs buckled once more and Orophin caught him, lowering him gently to the floor.  He cried out, tossing his head back as Rúmil’s tongue caressed his shaft, licking and sucking, swallowing his length deep within the warmth of his mouth.  His cries were muffled as Orophin pressed his lips against his; tongue delving into his mouth and mimicking the motions that the other elf made on his hardened flesh.

Rúmil glanced up at Orophin and without speaking, exchanged places with his brother, Orophin bending to feast upon the sweet flesh of the elf that moaned and gasped beneath them, and Rúmil capturing Legolas’ mouth with his.  He felt the elf stiffen in his arms, his eyes flying wide as he cried out his release, spilling his seed into Orophin’s mouth.

Legolas shuddered, trembling with his release and closing his eyes. He felt Orophin pull away from him, and the touch of Rúmil’s lips upon his, kissing him tenderly, fingers stroking his face, his ears, sliding through his hair.

Cool hands returned to the warmth of the Prince’s body, stroking and teasing his length to hardness once more, before dipping lower between the cleft of his buttocks. Legolas tensed, feeling the calloused fingers touch him gently, pushing at the opening of his body with careful questing touches.  He cried out, stiffening his body against those hands, pulling away and seeking escape from their caress.

“Shhh, pen-velui,” Rúmil’s voice whispered into his ear, his warm breath sending shivers through the Prince’s taut frame. “Do not fight this.”  His lean fingers pressed Legolas firmly against the floor, preventing him from rising, and he kissed the other elf gently, distracting the young warrior for the moment.

Orophin knelt between Legolas’ thighs, pushing them back against his captive’s chest, revealing the Prince to his hungry gaze. He bent his head and licked the tender opening between the smooth cheeks, feeling him shudder at his touch.  He settled lower and applied himself to his task, licking the soft and vulnerable flesh with his tongue until he finally heard the sound he desired - a soft and keening moan, from the lips of their captive.  He glanced up and saw that his brother had taken Legolas’ silky length in his hand and was stroking it slowly, his lips teasing the Prince’s neck and throat.

Seeing that Legolas was properly distracted, Orophin reached for the vial of liquid he kept in his tunic and brought it out, opening it carefully. He poured the slippery oil - typically used for massaging sore muscles - onto his fingertips, and returned to his place between the Prince’s legs.  His oiled fingers dipped again between the soft and rounded cheeks, finding the opening to Legolas’ body once more.

Legolas gasped as he felt those fingers enter him, gently opening and stretching the tight ring of muscles that tensed against the invasion, and heard the brothers chuckle softly at his protests. His mouth was taken swiftly by Rúmil’s, muffling any cries he could make as Orophin took his time preparing the way for a much larger invasion.  His cries turned to moans as he felt the fingers press deeper, brushing a spot that he did not know existed within him, sending jolts of fiery pleasure through him that overwhelmed him and sent him over the edge.

Orophin felt the gradual relaxing of the Prince’s muscles, saw the fair face lost in the pleasure he and his brother were giving him and smiled, glancing at Haldir.  The Marchwarden smiled at the beautiful sight before him, his face flushed with his arousal as he watched his brothers bring the young Prince to the peak of his pleasure once more.

The fingers gently withdrew from his body and Legolas sighed, his limbs still trembling from his release. He opened his eyes slowly and saw Rúmil’s face inches from his.  He felt the brush of the other elf’s bare skin against his own and was startled, wondering when the other warrior had disrobed.  All rational thought fled from his mind, however, when Rúmil lowered his body completely against his and he felt the hardness of the warden’s arousal press against his belly.  It was Orophin’s lips that claimed his this time, as his brother ground his arousal against the Prince with a low moan.  Legolas opened his mouth wide under the pressure of the other elf’s lips and he was lost in the sensation of the hands and bodies that pressed sensuously against his.

Rúmil slid lower and positioned himself at the entrance to the Prince’s body, using the slippery fluids from the young elf’s release to coat his hardened length.  He watched his brother kiss and caress the trembling form beneath them, then slid his length into the tight opening, gasping at the sudden and delicious heat that enveloped him.

Legolas felt impossibly stretched, the pain of Rúmil’s invasion wrenching an involuntary cry from his lips as the other elf sheathed himself in his body. He whimpered faintly and heard the soothing words and comforting touches of the other brother, as Orophin caressed the light sweat from his body.

“Open to him, erinilen,” Orophin whispered, licking the delicately pointed ear, and feeling their captive's delightful shudder of response. His hand moved in caressing strokes down Legolas’ flat stomach, and he curled his fingers around the Prince’s length, stroking it slowly, feeling it harden under his steady caress.  “Feel him - he only wishes to give you pleasure.”

Rúmil had not moved, patiently waiting for the Prince’s pain and fear to subside, content to be buried deeply within Legolas’ body for the moment as he watched his brother kiss and caress the young Prince, taking away his apprehension and distracting him from the momentary discomfort.  Slowly he began to move, sliding his length in careful, controlled movements, watching the other elf's expressive face as he did so. He saw the soft lips part and heard the moan that escaped them and smiled, increasing his movements gradually.

The pain had become a slowly building fire within him as each stroke touched the sensitive core inside him.  Rúmil’s thrusts were slow, and Legolas felt himself opening to him, giving into the pleasure that was heightened with each stroke.  The firm hands that caressed his arousal quickened their pace, sending him closer and closer to the pinnacle of his desire.

Rúmil felt the young elf stiffen, arching his back and crying out his release, muscles clenching around his length, and quickly attained his own climax, groaning deeply and burying himself in the warm and trembling body beneath him.

Legolas felt hands stroking his face, pushing his tangled hair from his face, and opened his eyes.  Rúmil’s face was inches from his own, and the Silvan elf  kissed him sweetly, before pulling away.  Gentle, yet firm hands lifted his body, and the Prince felt himself being turned, so that he was sitting and facing Orophin.

Orophin smiled wickedly at the beautiful and flushed face before him, before pulling the younger elf into his arms and seating him on his lap. He bent his head and captured Legolas’ mouth with his own, his hands running over the smooth chest and finding the small nipples, brushing them lightly with his thumbs.  

The Prince gasped, suddenly breathless, as he felt the older warrior press his length inside of him, pulling him closer still.  Hands steadied him, holding him gently as Orophin rocked their bodies together, and Legolas felt the calloused fingers grip his arousal, stroking it gently in a rhythm that matched the thrusts.  Lips trailed over his neck and ears, licking and biting their way across his sensitive skin, sending shivers of delight down his spine.

Legolas threw his head back, closing his eyes and groaning as he felt the pleasure build within him inexorably, hardly able to stand the sensations he was feeling. Rúmil’s mouth found his, kissing him with heat, the warden’s tongue tangling with his own, as Orophin’s fingers teased his aching nipples. Firm hands guided him, impaling him on the hardened flesh again and again, striking the sensitive spot over and over, until the Prince shuddered in release, his hoarse cry of pleasure echoed by the elf who was buried so deep within his heat.

Gasping and trembling, Legolas leaned against the smooth muscled chest of the other warrior, feeling gentle hands soothe him, not knowing who they belonged to, and not caring. Orophin placed a kiss on his sweating brow, murmuring softly, stroking the hair back from the Prince’s face.

“I think he is ready for you now, muindor,” Rúmil said, glancing at Haldir with a lazy smile. He felt his captive tense in his arms and gave a soft chuckle.

“Bring him here then,” Haldir replied, standing up from his stool, his eyes glittering with his desire as he looked at the young Prince, languid and flushed from his pleasure.

Legolas moaned softly as Orophin slid out of his body and pulled him to his feet, his skin tightening with the sudden rush of cool air that caressed his nakedness. He felt unbelievably weak, his legs trembling as he stood and met the Marchwarden’s possessive gaze.  Strong hands guided him step by trembling step, closer to where the older warrior waited, and he shivered under the intensity of his gray eyes.

Haldir looked down at his captive and smiled, seeing the dazed look on the Prince’s flushed face. He bent his head and touched the soft lips that parted so invitingly with his own, his tongue gently brushing against the curve of Legolas’ mouth. He reached out, holding the younger elf by the shoulders, deepening his kiss, claiming the sweet mouth as his own, and felt one of his brothers release the clasp of his cloak. He was hardly aware of their hands as both his brothers divested him of his clothing, his attention wholly focused on the Prince who sighed so sweetly in his ear as he gathered him into his arms, pressing his lips against the smooth white column of his throat. 

Rúmil and Orophin’s loving attentions had made the young elf pliant and willing in his arms. Gone was the tense fear and uncertainty; in its place was a wanton need that began to match his own, and he felt Legolas tentatively grasp his hardened member, giving it a caress that brought at gasp to the Marchwarden’s lips.

Legolas heard the groan escape from Haldir and felt a momentary sense of power, and he repeated his caress more confidently, using his archer’s hands to wring another groan out of the Marchwarden.

Haldir heard his brothers move away, and all thought of them passed out of his mind as he felt the Prince stroke his hardened arousal. His hands swept down the smoothly muscled shoulders of the younger elf to cup his buttocks, bringing his body against his as he claimed Legolas’ mouth once more. He felt the firm press of the Legolas’ arousal against his belly and reached for it, delighting in the soft groan his caress elicited. It wasn’t enough, though, and the Marchwarden wanted more.  

He lifted his captive with his strong arms, pressing the slighter body of the Prince against his own, before lowering him gently to the floor, his lips claiming the younger elf's possessively. He felt Legolas wind his arms around his neck, long fingers burying themselves in his hair, as he gave into the Marchwarden's demanding mouth. Haldir's strong hands stroked the lithe body that trembled beneath his, finding the pale rose colored nipples and pinching them almost cruelly, delighting in the sweet cries his that escaped his captive as he tormented the sensitive nubs. Hands trailed down the flat muscled stomach, brushing briefly against the Prince's arousal, before seeking the hidden warmth between his thighs. 

Legolas cried out as he felt the Marchwarden's finger slide into him, pressing deep into his body, before adding another. Haldir's tongue invaded his mouth as his fingers scissored slowly within their tight confines, making the younger elf writhe and moan under his touch. He reached for Haldir, only to have his hands restrained, and he looked up, startled, to see Rúmil and Orophin grinning wickedly down at his upturned face.  He moaned helplessly as they bent to their individual tasks, one fastening their mouth on his overly sensitive nipple, the other licking and biting the tip of his ear, while the fingers within his body continued their delicious and wicked torment.

Haldir gave a low chuckle, seeing the young Prince undone by their tender ministrations and felt his desire burning even brighter within him. His need to wholly posses the elf who trembled and moaned beneath him was overpowering, and he growled low in his throat, pushing his fingers deeper into Legolas' heat and watching his captive's back arch in supplication.

"Please!" 

It was the only word that had passed Legolas' lips since they had begun their assault on his senses, and his cheeks burned with humiliation at the pleading he heard in his voice. He thrust his hips upwards, seeking contact with anything that would ease the fire that had built so fiercely within him, but his arousal met with nothing but the cool night air. He heard all three brothers chuckle again at his silent plea.

"He is beautiful, is he not, muindor?" Orophin's husky voice whispered, his hands sweeping across the delicate planes of Legolas' face, caressing the trembling lips that parted under his touch. 

"Aye," Rúmil answered, his voice just as low. "To have him yield thus," he trailed off, licking the curve of the Prince's ear with his pointed tongue, hearing the whimper of pleasure escape their captive.

Haldir smiled gently, his fingers never ceasing their torment within their tight prison. "Yet he holds back," he said softly. "He does not yield himself completely."  He leaned forward slightly, blowing a warm breath against their captive's throbbing arousal, hearing the soft wordless pleading from the Prince. With a low laugh, he gave into his plea, and bent his head, taking the firm length and drawing it into his mouth with one swift movement.

Legolas sobbed breathlessly, undone by the heat of the Marchwarden's mouth, the press of his long fingers deep within him, and the hands of the brothers as they caressed his trembling form. "Please!" he cried again, not caring any longer if he was begging, only needing to feel the release he sought. "N’uma ner!"

"Shh, pen-velui," Orophin crooned softly, kissing the fluttering eyelids and licking the tears from the Prince's skin. "Let go. Only when you yield will he give you what you desire."

Pleasure enveloped him, pushing the final barriers of his self control aside, and he moaned shamelessly, thrusting his hips upward to meet the velvet heat of Haldir's mouth. Hands caught him, pressing his body firmly against the wooden floor, and he cried out his frustration, unable to move as the Marchwarden's mouth continued to torment his arousal, filling him with unbearably delicious heat.

"Tell him what you need, ernil vain," Rúmil's voice teased his ear. "Let him hear you."

“Ai!” cried Legolas brokenly, his body taut and shuddering with his desire. “Aníron - I burn! Please, Haldir, n’uma ner.”

Haldir raised his head, letting the weight of Legolas’ arousal slide from his mouth, and smiled his victory, his gray eyes dark with anticipation. He pulled his fingers from the heat of his captive’s body, and coated his hard length with the slippery liquid from the vial Rúmil wordlessly handed him.  Spreading the lean and trembling limbs with his thighs, the Marchwarden gazed possessively at the beauty stretched out before him, and pressed the tip of his arousal against the tender opening of the Prince’s body.

Legolas felt the Marchwarden enter him and gasped in pain, for he was greater in size than either of the others, and he tensed against the invasion, shaking from the intensity of it.

“Sedho,” Haldir whispered soothingly, closing his eyes in ecstasy has he felt the tight warmth envelop his hardness. “Hodo, Legolas, ernil vain.”  He opened them once more and leaned forward, kissing the stiff lips of the younger elf, feeling them soften gradually under the slow caresses of his mouth and tongue.  He heard the Prince sigh, and relax against him, and he carefully pushed his length the rest of the way, until he was completely sheathed in the heat of his captive’s body.  

Lips teased his body unmercifully, licking and biting their way across his neck and chest, and Legolas groaned under the delicious onslaught, his sounds muffled by the press of Haldir’s wet mouth against his. He felt impossibly stretched, impaled by the hard length of flesh that thrust deep within him, and he cried out, his body arching under the weight of the Marchwarden’s as he felt the older warrior strike the hidden spot within him again and again, sending waves of pleasure through his trembling body.

Haldir moaned against the sweet mouth that opened so eagerly under his, his tongue flickering over the tender lips of his captive, then plunging in to plunder its moist and delicious depths. He drove his body harder into the willing flesh beneath him, hearing Legolas’ throaty cries of pleasure, and adding his own to the mix as he reached the edge of his bliss. His hands firmly gripped the length of flesh before him, stroking the Prince’s arousal in time with his thrusts, burying himself deeply into the exquisite heat of the younger elf again and again. 

Legolas was lost to all but the sensation of Haldir filling him, possessing him, taking him to the very limits of his desire. His head was thrown back, his eyes rolled upwards unseeingly as the Marchwarden brought him to the pinnacle of pleasure, and he cried out wordlessly, his body tightening and shuddering as the ecstasy gripped him, tumbling him over the edge with reckless abandon. 

He felt the hot seed flood over his hands and heard Legolas’ cry of release, feeling the muscles surrounding him spasm with his willing captive’s climax. He thrust his hips forward, feeling his own release come as he buried himself within the heat that welcomed him, groaning deeply as he felt it shake him to his core. Breathless, he rested his head against the pale shoulder of the Prince, and felt the strong arms encircle him, holding him close, his length twitching with the aftershocks of his release, making the other elf gasp breathlessly with the movement.

Legolas felt his hands released and brought up to hold the quivering body of the Marchwarden and he complied with their unspoken command, content to hold the strong form of the warrior who had given him so much pleasure. He felt soft and tender kisses on his eyes and cheeks, and opened his eyes to smile in a tired but pleased fashion up at the two brothers who were regarding him affectionately.

Haldir lifted his head and propped his chin upon his hand, looking down at Legolas with a pleased expression.  The Prince looked well sated, and slightly mussed, and the Marchwarden found that he looked even more irresistible that way.  He bent his head slightly and brushed his lips against the other elf’s, nibbling softly on the full lower lip, enjoying the languid way the young warrior lay beneath him. Reluctantly, he pulled back from his kiss, looking down at the young Prince once more.

“You are not hurt, melethron?” he asked softly, tracing the soft lips with his finger.

Legolas shook his head slightly, mesmerized by the face of the Marchwarden as he explored the curve of his lip. “No,” he said finally, his voice husky. “Though I will be sore tomorrow.”  He winced slightly as he felt Haldir’s length slide out of him. “I have never been used thus,” he admitted softly, a faint blush coloring his fair skin.

Haldir chuckled, sitting up, pulling the younger elf up beside him. His brothers moved silently, curling their naked bodies around them both, their fingers idly playing with Legolas’ hair. He reached up to caress the smooth and flawless skin of the young warrior’s face, smiling with affection and tenderness.

“Then I thank you for the gift you gave us, pen-velui,” Haldir said softly, his fingers tracing the outline of Legolas’ lips. “For it was wondrous to have held you in your passion, and we will treasure the memory of it always.”

Legolas ducked his head slightly, feeling a smile curve his lips. “I, too, shall never forget the generosity of the wardens of the Galadhrim.” His hazel eyes sparkled with good humor, and he leaned into the gentle touches of the three brothers, a soft sigh of peaceful contentment escaping him.

~Finis

Translations:
N’uma ner – no more (negative of Yes, more).
Aníron – I desire
Melethron = lover (male)
Sedho – be still
Hodo – lie still
Pen-velui = lovely one
Ernil vain = my fair prince
Ernilen = my prince
Muindor = brother
Muindyr = brothers