Chapter 6

Legolas knocked softly, unwilling to walk into the twins' chambers uninvited. Nearly before the echoes ended, a lyrical voice called out in welcome. "Come in, gwadoren. It is unlocked."

Taking a deep breath, the prince pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The twins sat cuddled together in a large chair, but as he entered they unfolded themselves gracefully and stood to greet him. They were dressed identically in black and grey, only their beaded hair allowing them to be discerned from one another. It was unusual for them to dress so and Legolas found it disorienting. He wondered fleetingly if it had been done with intent, to make a point.

Eyes focusing on brilliant blue beads, Legolas took a tentative step forward. "Elladan?" he said uncertainly.

"Legolas," the elder twin returned solemnly, silver-grey eyes searching the prince�s face.

For a moment, there was silence, then Elladan smiled and reached out a hand, which Legolas quickly moved to clasp.

"I am...I mean..." Legolas began, then he drew Elladan into a tight embrace. "Thank you for the...the message," he whispered, his voice muffled by an ebony braid. "I was worried."

"I know, anor n�n," Elladan murmured, stroking the prince's hair. "�Tis alright. I know."

Raising his head, Legolas looked into the glowing eyes, understanding dawning. "It was you, was it not? The voice, when no one was there. It was you."

"Aye, it was me," Elladan agreed. "We will speak of it tomorrow."

"But I do not understand. How could you..." Legolas prodded, frowning, only to be interrupted by a soft kiss.

"Tomorrow, �Las," Elladan repeated. "We will talk tomorrow. Tonight we will feel."

"But..." Legolas began again stubbornly, when he was silenced by Elrohir�s fingers over his mouth. "Please," the elf-knight said quietly. "Tomorrow we will talk, as long as you wish. Tonight is for pleasure, for play."

"Aye, you owe me a great debt," Elladan teased with a grin. "Would you deny me my payment?"

Unable to resist, caught unawares by his own fast-rising elation, Legolas could not help but return the grin. "Nay, I would deny you nothing. Tonight we will play."

As he finished speaking, chimes rang out, calling the household to dinner.

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The formal dining hall was once again awash in flickering light as Lord Elrond and his guests enjoyed another grand meal. "I am beginning to yearn for a simple picnic, cooked over a fire, Glorfindel," Elrond said wryly. "Another week of feasting to go, then scarce a break before the mid-winter celebrations begin. Why must elves celebrate everything with food?"

"Do away with the feasting, Ada, and serve only wine and miruvor," Elrohir suggested. "In little time, all attending would forget about food, and you would be free to have your picnic."

Glorfindel grinned. "Aye, they would forget about eating," he agreed. "They would likely also forget the way home, and we would be stuck with the drunkards for an entire season."

"Besides," Elladan broke in, "There is something to be said for a small meal with your miruvor." Smiling innocently at his father, he said, "Myself, I have become quite fond of honey butter with my late night cordial."

"Aye, something sweet goes well..." Elrond began, when he was interrupted by a strangled cough from the Mirkwood prince. "Are you well, Legolas?" he asked in concern.

"I am, h�ren," Legolas replied, mastering his cough. Giving Elladan a blazing smile, he continued, "I agree something sweet is exactly the thing to serve with miruvor, especially just before sleep. I prefer cinnamon buns, myself."

Elrohir bit his lip furiously for a moment, then added, "You know, the two together would be the perfect miruvor accompaniment. Split cinnamon buns spread with honey butter? Truly, it sounds much better than many other options, don�t you agree, �Las?"

"Certainly, �Roh. Much better than, oh, say, creamed chicken..." Legolas began, dangerously near breaking into chortles.

"On black rye?" the twins chorused, and all three were lost, howling with laughter that drew puzzled stares from the other diners.

Glorfindel smothered his chuckles, watching Elrond sway between amused tolerance and outrage. Luckily, he had not yet made his decision when the offenders decided to withdraw.

"Permission to excuse ourselves, Ada?" Elladan asked, amusement still bubbling in his voice.

"Granted," Elrond nodded, and the three rose, smothering laughter that threatened hysteria.

"H�ren," Legolas managed with a bow, before he broke into snickers again, and was dragged from the room by the twins.

Elrond sighed and looked at Glorfindel. "Why do I doubt we were discussing food?"

"Remember," Glorfindel reminded him with a cheeky grin, "You are more content not knowing."

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Still snickering desperately, the three miscreants garnered many odd looks as they made their way through the halls to the twins' private rooms. Once safely inside, there was a second�s silence as they exchanged glances, then as if on cue, the three burst again into laughter, tears streaming as they gasped helplessly.

"Well, I have just convinced your Adar that I am completely unhinged, " Legolas chuckled.

"Nay, he already knew," Elrohir countered with a grin. "You spend too much time with us to be otherwise."

Looking around fruitlessly, Elladan opened the door and called a maid, asking that a fresh bottle of miruvor be brought to the chambers.

The elder twin turned from the door with a dazzling grin. "Shortly we will have all the necessary ingredients, and I suggest the two of you rest until then. You will need all your strength later, I promise."

"Perhaps we should make ourselves comfortable, ere the torture begins, �Las?" Elrohir said with a smirk, motioning for the prince to follow him into the bedroom. Digging carelessly through a drawer, the elf-knight pulled out three pair of loose black sleep-pants and tossed one garment to Legolas. "Here, try these," he advised. "We are nearly the same size, and the lacing will snug them."

As he spoke, Elrohir stepped out of his formal wear and slipped into the sleek black pants. Lacing the cording loosely, he turned and looked in the mirror with ill-concealed satisfaction. The silken glow of the fabric mimicked that of his raven-dark hair, which was secured only by the small side braids with their mithril beads and hung nearly to the top of his garment. His skin glowed like marble, and the mithril ring that pierced his right nipple shone with a frosty glint.

Legolas looked at him warily, but stripped out of his own clothing and pulled on the sensually soft sleep-pants, tugging on the silken lacing to secure them. Looking in the mirror, he was surprised to find the black garment quite flattering. The loose pants rode low on his narrow hips, the shimmering black fabric emphasizing the creamy tone of his skin. His golden nipple rings glittered in the flickering firelight, and his pale hair seemed ablaze.

Elrohir stepped close behind Legolas, catching his gaze in the mirror. "Aye, you are beautiful," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of one ear.

"As are you," Legolas returned, turning to press his lips to the elf-knight�s cheek. "Both of you. It is almost too much to bear."

Hearing the outer chamber door close, Elrohir picked up the third pair of sleep-pants and led the way back into the den. Elladan stood opening the new bottle of miruvor, three glasses near at hand. Turning, he surveyed the other two carefully. "This is most exceptionally fine, " he said, grinning wickedly. "Most fine, indeed."

Elrohir returned the smile, offering the silken black garment to his twin. "It would be even more fine, el n�n," he purred, "If you joined us."

"I do believe it would," Elladan replied, his smile turning predatory. "Some help, please, with my fastenings?"

"But of course," Elrohir said, nimble fingers undoing the clasps that secured the formal tunic, pushing the heavy fabric off his brother�s shoulders. "We are here to serve, " he continued seductively, sliding the silky under-tunic off, pressing sweet kisses to the bared skin of Elladan�s chest, then slowly unlacing his brother's black leather leggings.

Legolas stood watching, transfixed by the intense eroticism of the scene. The twins were totally absorbed in their teasing play, seemingly unaware of his scrutiny, and he took a deep breath, struggling to hold off his own stirring arousal.

Suddenly Elladan�s darkened eyes met his, and Legolas swallowed hard, his stomach knotting traitorously as the elder twin motioned for him to come closer. Elrohir, snugging up the lacing of the sleep-pants, smiled at him reassuringly.

As he hesitated, then slowly moved toward the twins, Elladan looked at him curiously. "Surely you do not fear me, �Las," he said, reaching out to take his lover�s hand.

"Nay, I do not fear you," Legolas answered truthfully. "I feel like an intruder."

Elladan shook his head firmly and caught Legolas' chin in his hand. "Not an intruder," he said looking intently into the blue-green eyes. "An invited guest. A very welcome guest."

Leaning closer, Elladan covered Legolas' mouth with his own, gently urging the prince's lips apart to admit his probing tongue. Legolas welcomed the invasion, curling his own tongue around Elladan's, nipping teasingly with his teeth, until Elladan growled with pleasure, pulling his lover tightly against his own body.

"I believe," he purred, punctuating his words with light kisses, "that...I...will...have my...first...serving...of...honey butter...without...miruvor." Raising his head to look at Elrohir, he continued with an evil grin, "And without side dishes."

Elrohir snickered. "You are cruel, t�ren," he retorted. "Very cruel."

"Aye, I am," Elladan agreed with a smirk. "But you love me anyway, hmm?"

"Always, el n�n," Elrohir said seriously, before turning a teasing smile on Legolas. "�Tis alright, �Las. I like to watch. Especially such gorgeous elves."

Legolas flushed slightly, finding the thought of Elrohir watching, but not touching, rather disturbing. And rather arousing.

"You may watch, but do not spend yourself, t�ren. You belong to me tonight," Elladan ordered, "and I intend to enjoy you."

And perhaps we will show him, rohir n�n.

Elrohir raised his head quickly, catching Elladan�s eyes.

Perhaps.

Sensing the prince�s discomfort, Elladan pulled him close, licking and nuzzling a sensitive ear. "Do not worry, 'Las," he murmured, "I will make you forget that he is here."

Taking Legolas by the arm, Elladan led him to the large white-draped bed, gently pressing him down to lie on the silky sheets. Stretching out beside the tense form, Elladan propped himself on one elbow and looked down into Legolas' flushed face.

"�Tis alright, anor n�n," he whispered, pushing back a strand of golden hair, "Just relax. Let me love you." Flickering his gaze to the chair in the shadows, where Elrohir sat quietly, Elladan bent his head to again claim the prince�s lips, one hand moving lightly over Legolas' chest.

To his own surprise, Legolas did soon forget the watcher in the shadows, his attention sharply focused on the pleasurable sensations running through his body. Hands, lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, as Elladan kissed, licked, suckled and stroked his body into breathless arousal.

Unlacing the silky sleep-pants, Elladan slid them from his lover's hips, pressing a light kiss to the tip of the straining erection that emerged insistently. Stretching back up to the pillows like some huge hunting cat, he nipped a flushed ear sharply and purred, "I want to taste you. Then I shall take you so hard, you will not find breath to scream."

Legolas groaned wordlessly, pushing his hips forward in invitation. Stripping off his own sleep pants, Elladan lowered his body fully on top of the prince. Kissing Legolas deeply, he slid his mouth from lips to throat to chest...down over rippling muscle toward the hard shaft below.

Legolas moaned breathlessly, his fingers tangling in the ebony hair, trying to force the teasing mouth lower. "Elladan," he gasped, the implied threat in his words spoiled by the hint of pleading in his tone. "Please..."

Elladan willingly lowered his head, moaning as the silky-hard rod filled his mouth. Swirling his tongue promisingly, he released Legolas� hips, encouraging the prince to thrust into his mouth.

Legolas spat out a string of colorful oaths, his hips rocking furiously. "Oh, yes," he breathed, pulling hard at Elladan's hair. "Yes..."

Seizing the thrusting hips to steady them, Elladan swallowed, caressing with tongue and throat, sucking hard. Legolas gave a sharp cry, his body arching off the bed as his climax overtook him.

Elladan moved up swiftly between his lover's thighs, pressing Legolas' legs back toqard his chest. Slicking his own shaft with their mingled fluids, he pushed inside in one urgent lunge.

Growling low in his throat, Elladan remained still until Legolas pressed up against him impatiently, then he lowered the straining legs to his waist and began to move in slow, measured thrusts. "Valar," he panted, "that is good."

Legolas groaned his agreement, his arousal once again throbbing, pressed tightly between their slick bodies. Reaching down, Elladan wrapped his hand tightly around the prince�s erection, stroking in fluid counterpoint to the increasingly powerful thrusts.

Looking down into dilated emerald eyes, Elladan gasped out, "�Las...now?" his movements becoming erratic as he fought to hold back his orgasm.

"Aye...now...now," Legolas shouted hoarsely, quaking with the force of his release.

Elladan gasped harshly as the first spasms kneaded him, then buried himself with a groan, spilling his seed deep inside his lover's body. Collapsing to the side, he pulled Legolas snugly against his chest, his fingers tracing random patterns on the sweat-damp skin of the prince's back.

Silently approaching the bed, Elrohir slid in behind Elladan, curling his body around his twin. "That was most enjoyable viewing, t�ren," he purred, rubbing his own erection against Elladan. "But for what did I save myself?"

Elladan rolled to his back, pulling Legolas with him, and wrapped an arm around Elrohir, hugging him close. "Let me catch my breath, rohir n�n," he said with a grin. "Then, if �Las agrees, we will show him."

Turning to look at Legolas questioningly, the elder twin asked, "What do you say, gwadoren? Would you like to watch?"

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gwadoren - my sworn brother
anor n�n - my sun
Ada, Adar - Dad, father
h�ren - my lord
el n�n - my star
t�ren - my brother
rohir n�n - my knight