Chapter 7

"What about it, gwadoren? Would you like to watch?"

Legolas sat up, eyes widening, as the question reverberated through his passion-addled mind.

"Would you like to watch?"

Looking at the twins, he found his startled glance returned by two pair of shining grey eyes. Though the query was light-hearted, Legolas felt instinctively that they were offering him a gift, something of a value he did not yet understand. Even as he groped for words, enticing images floated before his eyes, and he remembered the incredible sensuality of their earlier teasing. "I...I do want...but..." he began, hindered by the erotic scenes playing out in his mind, "I just..."

Elladan stretched luxuriously, causing his twin to groan loudly.

"Stop twitching so, �Dan," Elrohir huffed. "Some of us are still waiting."

The elder twin chuckled, then kissed his brother soundly. "Aye, I know, but you will be rewarded for your wait, will you not?" Turning to Legolas, he said "We have never allowed another to watch, anor n�n. The offer is not made without thought. Please...it will help you understand."

Caught in the questioning glances, having no real desire to refuse, Legolas admitted, "I would like to, if you are sure you do not mind."

Elrohir grinned. "Nay, we do not mind. We are exhibitionists at heart."

As Legolas moved to leave the bed, Elladan caught his arm. "Stay here, beside us," he said, his voice soft. "You can touch, if you like."

"And, �Las," Elrohir added, "do not be frightened."

Legolas turned a disbelieving glance on the elf-knight. "Frightened?" he repeated, confused. "Elrohir, �frightened� is not the first word to mind when I imagine...well, the two of you." Grinning ruefully, he continued, " �Frightened� does not even make the short list."

Smiling, Elladan said, "I am glad to hear that is so. But I will repeat �Roh�s reassurance. Do not be afraid. There is no danger here."

Legolas nodded, moving toward the edge of the bed, settling with his back against the headboard.

Elrohir rolled to his side, pinning his twin down with one strong leg. "We must remove these beads and braids, t�ren," he breathed, nuzzling his brother�s ear, expertly untying the tight plaits, loosing the ebony hair. "They are in my way, and I have little patience just now."

Reaching up, Elladan freed the elf-knight�s hair, then pulled his fingers through the waves left by the braiding. Beads of blue and frosty mithril fell unnoticed to the floor as two identical mouths came together in a kiss that seemed endless. Legs entangled, hands stroking, shining black hair running in inky streams over the white silken bedcovers - they became indistinguishable from one another, and the watcher gave up guessing, trying instead to calm his own racing pulse.

Then one twin raised from the tangle, and through his lust-fogged senses, Legolas noticed the mithril ring idly - it was Elrohir who slid sinuously down his brother�s body, dark head pausing to tug at the piercing ring, suckle the peaked nipples, dip his tongue teasingly into the tempting navel.

Elladan moaned wordlessly as Elrohir moved over him, kissing and nipping flawless skin, leaving a trail of pinked ovals behind him. When he at last reached his twin�s groin, Elrohir did not stop to tease, but quickly lowered his head, using tongue and lips to caress the hardened flesh.

Arching up suddenly with a growl, Elladan pressed further into the slippery mouth, gasping as he was forced once again to the bed, hips held firmly by the pressure of a strong forearm. "Please, �Roh," he panted, "Now...please..."

"Soon," the elf knight soothed, his own voice shaking, "I do not wish to hurt you."

Pushing Elladan's thighs wider, Elrohir lowered his head, lapping wetly around the puckered opening, then pushed his tongue inside, stretching the ring of muscle before pressing a slick finger swiftly through.

Elladan let out a strangled yelp, and bore down hard on the intruding finger, which was soon joined by more, moving carefully but surely, making him shudder helplessly as waves of white-hot pleasure rolled over him.

From his place at the top of the bed, Legolas watched in awe, his own breath rasping, his fair skin flushed. With a start he realized he was touching himself, fingers slippery with his own oozing fluids. Unable, unwilling to stop, he closed his hand around his arousal and began to stroke in earnest.

As the prince looked on breathlessly, Elrohir slid quickly back up, capturing Elladan�s mouth in a searing kiss. Then, with a grace that spoke of long practice, they rolled smoothly, reversing positions, the elder twin rising now from the tangle of limbs to straddle his brother.

Legolas gasped wordlessly, unable to tear his eyes from the erotic tableau unfolding before him. Struggling desperately to stave off his own climax, he found his hand unwilling to obey, and as he watched Elladan slowly impale himself, the prince spilled over his own hand with a hoarse groan.

Trying to calm his shaken senses, Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on controlling his ragged breathing. When he opened them again, he stared in disbelief.

Elladan remained motionless, fully lowered onto his brother�s hard length. Their hands were joined tightly, and their darkened grey eyes were locked together, thoughts flowing almost visibly between them. They seemed to shimmer in the dimly lit room.

Legolas hissed suddenly. There was no �seem to� about it. They were glowing - a faint silvery sheen that flowed from their joined bodies, brightening even as he watched in awe. Shivering slightly, he unthinkingly moved closer, drawn by the soft glow.

Sensing the approach, two dark heads turned as one, smiling reassuringly. Two hands reached out, as though controlled by one thought, and beckoned him closer.

�Mirror images,� Legolas realized with a flash of insight. 'Puzzle pieces, one left, one right, but together now, whole...�

Aye, I am that. You do understand.

The voice echoed in the prince�s head, though no one had spoken.

"Sweet Eru..." he whispered hoarsely. "Elladan? Elrohir?"

"�Tis alright, �Las. I am here," two voices answered in unison, and Legolas felt a thrill akin to fear run down his spine as the reaching hands caught his, squeezing comfortingly. Startled, he stared in wonder as the silvery glow enveloped his hands, sending a warm surge along his arms, and a faint echo of completeness, of belonging, through his heart.

Pulling away reluctantly, the prince stretched himself along side the pair as Elladan began to raise and lower himself on the piercing length, moans and growls falling in chorus from the identical mouths, hands moving as though choreographed.

Suddenly Elrohir reached out and grasped his brother�s hips, pulling him down hard. Fully impaled, Elladan began to rock rhythmically, head thrown back, the ends of his ebony hair moving teasingly across his brother�s thighs. Grasping his lover�s weeping arousal, Elrohir began to stroke smoothly, in perfect time with the rocking hips, as both whimpered wordlessly in shared pleasure.

Legolas watched in amazement as they moved together, more perfectly synchronized than any two could be, until with a single, blended cry they came together, iridescent white seed spilling in and between at the same instant.

Falling heavily on Elrohir�s chest, Elladan lay still for a moment before slowly lifting himself from his twin�s softening length and collapsing on the bed. Wordlessly, he pulled Legolas over to lie between them, and in tandem each twin placed a leg over the prince, then lowered a flushed face to nuzzle his golden hair.

"Did I frighten you?" both voices asked gently, and Legolas shivered again at the terrifying unity. "No," he began, then admitted, "well, not much, anyway."

Stereo chuckles greeted his confession, and Legolas snuggled deeper in the bed, a hand on each damp chest. After a while, the prince noticed the twins were no longer moving and speaking as one, and found he was both relieved and, surprisingly, a little melancholy. He sensed the bittersweet quality of their joining. The completeness was all too fleeting. Impulsively, he hugged both twins tightly, and whispered, "Thank you," pressing a warm kiss to each flushed forehead.

"You are welcome," Elrohir answered softly, lips brushing an ear tip.

Elladan smiled, running his fingers across a high cheekbone. "Most welcome, �Las."

Stretching with feline grace, Elrohir sat up and grinned. "Anyone else for miruvor? I believe I was promised honey butter with my miruvor, and I have yet to taste either this night."

Legolas shook his head in amusement. "You are insatiable. Both of you. We shall none of us be able to rise tomorrow." Grinning at the elf-knight, he answered, "Aye, go get the miruvor, �Roh. I could use a drink." Looking down, the prince continued with a snort, "I could also use a wash."

"Aye, and a clean sheet," Elladan chuckled, tugging the silky fabric from under Legolas. "Go to your wash and I will spread us a some clean linen."

Padding to the bathing room, Legolas filled a basin with warm water and gratefully scrubbed himself clean, enjoying the heady scent of the herbs and oils stored in the room. Elladan entered the chamber as he was drying, and filled the basin anew, adding several drops of a fragrant oil to the warm water.

Sniffing appreciatively, Legolas asked, "What is that scent, �Dan? It smells of...well, of Imladris. Of waterfalls and evergreens and such."

The elder twin slicked several streaks of the oil on the prince�s chest, clearly pleased with his recognition of the scent. "Actually, it is made from the oil of a tree that grows here, high on the hills. But I agree, it smells like the hidden vale."

Elrohir entered the room to wash, and voiced his agreement. "Aye, it smells like home," he said, washing quickly in the steaming water. "That is the oil we take with us most often when we leave."

Returning to the sleeping chamber, Legolas found the bed covered in silky black linens, and the miruvor and glasses placed on the bed table. Pouring three generous servings of the cordial, he picked up one glass and settled comfortably onto the clean bed.

Coming through the door, Elladan and Elrohir stopped a moment and stared.

He goes very well with black, hmm, �Roh?

Indeed he does. Black, ivory, and gold. Very nice. We must remember.

Legolas turned a rueful grin on the pair. "Do I even want to know what thoughts you two are flinging around?" he asked with a mock grimace.

Elladan laughed softly, placing the oil vial he carried in his hand on the table. "Well, no, probably not. You would blush, I fear."

Raising one golden eyebrow, Legolas looked pointedly at the oil container. "Oil, �Dan? For whose benefit?"

Elladan chuckled. "On general principle. I would have it that we could all walk tomorrow."

Taking up their drinks, the twins lowered themselves fluidly to the bed, one on each side of the prince. As they sipped the potent miruvor, talking quietly, Legolas let his mind wander back to the first miruvor they had shared in these chambers.

Wondering idly if he had made the right decision that night - and all the nights after - he sighed. Surprisingly, he was as comfortable sitting here as he always had been with the twins. At this moment, it was almost as if nothing had changed. 'Except we are all naked', he observed with a muffled snort.

Elladan looked at him expectantly. "What is funny, �Las?"

"My mind is just wandering. I fear I have had as much miruvor as is good for me," Legolas answered, extending his body sensuously to put down his glass.

"Good," Elrohir purred, sliding up beside the prince and setting down the other two glasses. "Because I am ready for my honey butter."

Later, Legolas would wonder with amazement what had possessed his body. At the moment, he was conscious only of a sudden wave of burning lust. "And I am in the mood for my cinnamon bun...split," the prince growled, straddling Elrohir�s thighs, pulling a willing Elladan closer so he could sit astride both.

Rendered boneless by shock, the twins lay back against the pillows in amazement as Legolas kissed each senseless, then began a lazy journey down both pale throats, nipping and sucking the skin to a rosy hue, mouth moving steadily from one to the other.

"Elbereth," Elladan gasped, "What are you doing, �Las?"

"Do you want me to stop?" the prince murmured, never slowing in his attack.

"Gods, no," Elrohir breathed, straining closer to the ravenous mouth.

"So shut up," Legolas growled playfully, a grin spreading across his face.

Without waiting for a reply, he leaned in, his tongue flicking invitingly over the twins' swollen lips. Both mouths opened willingly and three tongues wrestled together briefly, arranging themselves for a deeper kiss, teeth clinking and nipping gently.

Pulling away with a groan, Legolas left the twins to their kiss as he moved his mouth down to the shining mithril rings that pierced dusky nipples, pulling with his teeth sharply, then soothing the sensitive peaks with his tongue, rolling the unpierced nipples roughly between his fingers.

Moaning wordlessly into Elrohir�s mouth, Elladan broke away from the kiss and reached to tangle his hand in Legolas' hair, only to be gently pushed away. "Nay, touching not allowed," the prince gasped, his own emerald-dark eyes locking with the dilated pupils above him. "It is not fair if I cannot move."

"Then move!" Elrohir hissed, struggling to push his hips forward, "For the love of all that is holy, move..."

Legolas shot a wicked grin at the frustrated elf-knight, stroking the twins' stomachs lightly, causing the muscles to twitch and jump.

"�Las..." Elladan rasped warningly, "You are..." then quickly howled, "Valar...yes!" as the prince swiftly grasped a straining erection in each hand, moving to tease first one, then the other with flicking tongue and firm lips, moving back and forth swiftly between identical bodies.

Panting harshly as the warm mouth moved to engulf him, Elrohir whimpered, "Don�t stop...please..." his body writhing erratically under the sensual assault.

Pressing a final soft kiss to each straining shaft, Legolas reached for the oil, turning his lust-darkened eyes on the gasping twins as he slicked his own aching member lavishly, shuddering at the sensation. "Pick a side," he whispered hoarsely, gaze flicking between two pair of grey eyes, both now midnight-dark.

Wordlessly Elladan took the oil and poured a generous amount in his hand, then reached over and spread it on Elrohir�s engorged flesh, drawing a shuddering groan from the elf-knight. Then, pulling his hair over one shoulder, Elladan started to drop to his knees and elbows, but was stopped by a soft word.

"Not like that. I want to hold you," Legolas murmured, pulling Elladan down onto the bed, then spooning closely behind him, wrapping him in a snug embrace. Burying his face in the silky black hair, Legolas gently forced his lover's leg forward, then flexed his own hips sharply, sliding into the welcoming heat with a shuddering gasp.

Elrohir quickly curled around the prince, lifting one of his lover's legs forward to drape over Elladan, then guided his own arousal to the loosened entrance and pushed inside, growling low in his throat as the silken walls surrounded him. Wrapping a strong arm around both his lovers, the elf-knight pressed a kiss to Legolas' golden hair, then began moving with shallow thrusts.

Legolas pushed back against Elrohir with a groan, then began to rock his hips in counterpoint to the small, rapid thrusts, pushing up into the slick passage before him, then back to impale himself on the thick shaft behind.

Elladan let out a ragged gasp, and began pushing back rhythmically onto the prince�s hard length, nearly sobbing with pleasure when Legolas reached down to stroke his aching arousal in an oil-slick hand. Struggling to hold on, he panted breathlessly, "Too much...I am going to..."

"�Go ahead, " Legolas gasped, licking a flushed ear tip wetly, "Spill for me...let me feel you come..."

With a final sobbing moan, Elladan pushed back against the prince and came hard, warm fluid spurting freely over the pumping hand, onto his own stomach. Legolas let go a keening wail and thrust forward, his own climax ripped from him by the violently pulsing warmth.

Elrohir managed only a few more thrusts into the caressing heat before he too let go, spilling with a guttural moan.

Panting for breath, the three laid motionless until their hearts ceased racing. Moving reluctantly, they separated, then snuggled close together again as warm waves of weariness overcame them. Legolas sat up sleepily and pulled the silky bed coverings over their exhausted bodies. As he drifted off to sleep, his last drowsy thought was of the morning.

Tomorrow we talk.

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gwadoren - my sworn brother
anor n�n - my sun
el n�n - my star
rohir n�n - my knight
t�ren - my brother