Chapter 11

Elladan’s eyes flew open, but otherwise he remained motionless, trying to decipher the odd sensation that had awakened him. Perhaps it had been a dream...nay, the curiously sensual tickle was still there. He felt as though some warm liquid were running across his chest, down his stomach, then back up, only to begin the pattern again, over and over. It was most disconcerting.

Raising his head ever so slightly, he found his nose buried in silky strands and inhaled a familiar scent, sunshine mingled with woodsy musk. Dropping his head to the pillow in relieved resignation, Elladan whispered, "’Las, what are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to wake, of course," Legolas replied distractedly, never pausing in his game. Licking his own forefinger liberally, he traced a wet triangle on his lover’s torso, circling each nipple before slipping down to draw a lazy circle around the navel, then returning to complete the shape.

"You do know that it is quite early? There is yet no light, save the sliver of the moon which is still high," Elladan pointed out quietly. "Why would you suppose I might wake at this hour?"

Lifting his head from Elladan’s shoulder, Legolas grinned at the twinkle in his lover's silvery eyes, shining despite the blackness of the nearly moonless night. "I have no idea, el nín," he replied, his own eyes innocently wide. "Because you were abed early last evening?"

Even in the gloom of the unlit bed-chamber, Legolas knew an ebony eyebrow had arched skyward. "I may have been abed early last eve, but I was most assuredly not asleep," Elladan drawled amusedly, "and neither were you. Another guess?"

"Perchance some hopelessly infatuated elf was unable to keep his hands away, and your repose was disturbed?" Legolas answered, his voice determinedly serious, though a smile played on his lips.

Elladan chuckled softly, pulling Legolas more snugly against his own body. "Perchance," he agreed. "But why is the infatuated elf awake at all? What disturbs his sleep?"

"He does not wish to waste any time sleeping," Legolas replied, his voice sobering. "There are only two more days until the feasting ends, then Ada will expect me home soon as may be." Turning his face into Elladan's neck, he whispered wistfully, "I wish the two of you could journey with me, 'Dan. It would be far easier to explain to Ada if you were there. And I do not wish to leave you."

"Aye, I know," Elladan said seriously, stroking Legolas' back soothingly. "But we cannot be spared just now, ‘Las. If you wish, if you would feel more secure, do not tell Thranduil of our relationship until we arrive. We will come as soon as we may escape our winter duties. ‘Roh and I do not wish to be parted from you, either, anor nín."

"’Roh did not wish to be awakened before dawn, either, but it has happened still," a drowsy voice broke in as Elrohir snuggled tightly against the warm body beside him, stretching an arm across to lay his hand on his brother’s stomach. "What is amiss, 'Las? Why are you waking?"

"I dread returning to Mirkwood alone," Legolas admitted. "I shall miss you terribly, of course, and I fear that Ada will question our relationship."

"Do you question it?" Elladan asked seriously. "Will you doubt our love goes with you when you return to Mirkwood?"

"Nay," Legolas answered quickly. "I do not doubt. I am sure here," he said, placing a hand over his heart. "If I have any doubts, they are of my family’s ability...willingness...to understand. For the most part, my people have only passing knowledge of twins. And some of them still blame the Noldor for many of our tragedies."

"Have a little faith, ‘Las, in the Valar and in your family. No one else really matters," Elrohir encouraged. "Thranduil loves you, anor nín. Even if he does not understand, I cannot believe he would seek to deprive you. He will accept your choice, if you are content."

"Then all will be well," Legolas replied with a smile, "because I am more than content. I am euphorically happy."

"Let me taste, " the elf-knight said teasingly, gently pulling Legolas away from the elder twin. "I am a connoisseur of euphoric elf." Covering the prince's lips with his own, Elrohir insistently pushed his tongue into the compliant mouth, thoroughly exploring every niche, drawing soft moans of pleasure from his lover, until need for air forced him to break away. "Aye," he announced, "I have to agree. This is one very euphoric elf."

"I beg to differ, tôren," Elladan said gravely, his eyes twinkling. "That is my infatuated elf you are mauling, and I want him back. Hand him over."

"As you wish," Elrohir said cheerfully, releasing an amused Legolas and pushing him toward Elladan.

Throwing a leg across Legolas, Elladan toyed languidly with one golden nipple ring, watching the darkening blue-green eyes intently. "Perhaps he is large enough to share, eh, rohir nín?" Elladan suggested with mock seriousness, bending his head to nip and suckle the prince's throat.

"Perhaps," the elf-knight began, arching an eyebrow thoughtfully. "On the other hand..."

Legolas broke in with a snicker. "Perhaps the euphoric, infatuated elf has his own agenda for the night. Perhaps you should inquire, hmm?"

"Begging your pardon," Elladan retorted with a grin. "What would your plans be for our mutual entertainment?"

"As I am soon to be parted from my favorite elves," Legolas answered, eyes gleaming, "I think I shall have a snack." Smiling wickedly, he went on, "A two-course snack. First you," he purred, raising a hand to Elladan’s astonished face.

"And then you, rohir nín," he whispered, pulling the elf- knight down for a quick kiss. "You may stay here and watch," the prince murmured, flicking his tongue over the younger twin’s ear, causing Elrohir to shudder. "I should like to see you pleasure yourself, I think. But remember, you are to have me next. Save some strength."

Struck speechless with amazement, Elrohir nodded mutely and settled himself comfortably against the pillows. Legolas turned the full gaze of his emerald-dark eyes on Elladan, and said, "The oil, ‘Dan. I plan on needing it. And a light, I think." Lips curling in a predatory grin, he purred, "So we can all see."

Drawing a deep breath, Elladan sat up and re-lit the large candle that stood on the night table, the flickering light casting a soft glow over the bed. Opening a drawer, he felt blindly for the familiar shape of the oil vial. Finding the small container, he held it up for Legolas, who took the vial and handed it wordlessly to Elrohir.

"Now," Legolas asked softly, "Where were we, el nín?"

Pushing back a strand of golden hair, Elladan stared into the emerald eyes, now warm and almost innocent in expression. Shaking his head ruefully, he pressed a gentle kiss to Legolas' mouth before moving to nuzzle the tip of one ear. "I believe, that we were about here," he whispered, trailing his tongue wetly from the prince’s ear to his neck, suckling and nipping to mark the translucent skin.

"I believe you are right," Legolas murmured, tangling one hand in the midnight-dark hair that shrouded them both. Raising his head, Legolas flicked his tongue over his lover’s mouth temptingly. "Have me, 'Dan," he said, pulling Elladan down, pressing up in invitation. "Any way you want."

Groaning as the seductive voice went straight to his groin, Elladan sealed his mouth over Legolas' parted lips, slipping his tongue past the sharp teeth to tease his lover's tongue, finally tempting it into his own mouth, to be nipped and caressed mercilessly. Moaning with pleasure, Legolas slid one hand down Elladan’s heavily muscled back, strong fingers digging in firmly. Arching up, he circled his hips slowly, rubbing their straining erections together, causing fierce sparks of pleasure to flare.

Elrohir swallowed hard, his arousal throbbing insistently. Recalling the prince’s sultry words, he ran a tentative finger across the tip, his breath hitching at the touch, his hand closing reflexively around the hardened length. Suddenly Elladan’s darkened gaze turned to meet his own.

Aye, go ahead. It will please him, rohir nín. And me.

His attention caught by Elladan’s sudden stillness, Legolas followed his lover’s intent gaze to Elrohir, who now stroked his own erection steadily. "Yes," he whispered hoarsely, "You are magnificent, melethron. Do not stop." As if pushed beyond control by the sight of Elrohir, Legolas spread his thighs wider, wrapping his own legs around Elladan’s, pulling the elder twin deeper into his embrace.

Licking his dry lips, Elrohir locked his gaze on the writhing elves before him, his hand moving of its own accord, causing him to whimper at the sensation. Watching with passion-blurred eyes, he saw his twin slide slowly down Legolas' body, stopping to suckle at peaked nipples, pulling with teeth and tongue on the golden rings.

Forcing his gaze to the prince’s face, he groaned audibly at the look of rapturous pleasure. Legolas' cheeks were flushed, shimmering in the soft light, his emerald eyes dilated with need. Even as Elrohir watched, transfixed, Legolas arched his back with a growl, pressing his groin toward Elladan’s avidly lapping tongue.

Taking Legolas in one hand, Elladan swirled his tongue around the slick shaft, slurping noisily, before lowering his mouth swiftly. Bucking up frantically, Legolas gasped, "Not yet...wait!"

With a final swipe of his tongue, Elladan pulled himself back up to plant soothing kisses on his lover's flushed face. "Wait for what?" he murmured, nipping sharply at Legolas' ear.

"I want you inside when I come," Legolas ground out, pressing up urgently against Elladan’s body. "Now."

"Aye, now," Elladan breathed, reaching for the oil vial that lay on Elrohir’s pillow. Without stopping his own steady strokes, the elf-knight grabbed the vial and flipped the top off, pouring a generous amount into his twin’s hand.

As Legolas tried to push against him, Elladan stilled him with one strong hand. "Wait," he whispered, his voice rasping. "Look at ‘Roh." As Legolas turned his head to watch, Elladan reached out and closed his own oiled hand over his brother’s pumping fist.

Let me.

Hissing wordlessly, Elrohir, reluctantly removed his own hand, allowing his twin’s slick fingers to wrap firmly around his erection. Stroking rapidly, Elladan had to close his own eyes to regain control as his brother began to moan, his hips rocking with each movement, until with a smothered groan he spilled over Elladan's hand.

"Valar, 'Roh," Legolas moaned, flicking his tongue over the elder twin’s seed-slick hand, causing Elladan to growl and rock against him reflexively.

Slicking his own aching arousal first, Elladan quickly slid two finger into the prince’s body, scissoring gently, stroking until Legolas trembled and pleaded beneath him. Shoving Legolas' legs up and apart, Elladan buried himself completely in one long, slow glide, the clinging heat causing him to whimper wordlessly, even as he remained still.

With a shuddering breath, Elladan pulled back and thrust hard, drawing a pleasured hiss from Legolas. "Yes...like that," the prince groaned, meeting each powerful lunge eagerly, his throbbing length caught in the delicious friction between their bodies.

Suddenly wrapping his legs tight, pulling his lover deeper into his body, Legolas reached up and grabbed Elladan’s shoulders, locking him down at the peak of a thrust. "Oh...now...now," Legolas whimpered, even as Elladan felt the tightening muscles grip him harder, forcing a groan from his lips. As if in slow motion, Legolas arched his back sharply and, with a stifled oath, splattered both their stomachs with his release.

Elladan - unable to move, locked into the prince’s tight embrace - closed his eyes as the spasming passage caressed him. "Oh, ‘Las," he gasped, "Oh, Valar..." Feeling his groin tighten forcefully, he buried his face in Legolas’ throat, muffling his shout of completion.

Shuddering, Elladan moved carefully off the still-gasping prince, and collapsed on the bed, snuggling close. Legolas reached for Elrohir and kissed him soundly, drawing him into a warm embrace. Reaching across the prince, Elrohir tucked a strand of inky hair behind his twin’s ear, sending another tremor through the seemingly boneless body.

"I think I may be in danger of dying," Elladan announced soberly. "That was too much of a very good thing. Just too much."

Elrohir snickered, then leaned over to press an affectionate kiss to his twin’s cheek. "Aye, it probably was too much, ‘Dan," he said teasingly. "But what a memory to take to the Halls, hmm?"

"There is always that," Elladan retorted with a grin. "I daresay they would all be impressed."

Legolas stretched lazily, then pressed himself tightly against the elf-knight. "And what memory do you wish to make, rohir nín?" he purred, his hand drawing fluid circles on Elrohir's chest. "How would you like to have me?"

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el nín - my star
anor nín - my sun
rohir nín - my knight
Ada, Adar - Dad, Father
tôren - my brother
melethron - male lover