The Most Innocent Kiss 2

By Orchyd Constyne


Elrohir walked down the corridor with his brother in tow.  The Winter Solstice celebration was in full swing in the main hall of Thranduil's home.  Elrond had suggested that the twins take a small offering of food and wine to Legolas' room since the Prince could not join them. He was still too weak to spend an entire evening in such company.  A quiet night with a few friends would be perfect.

They stood outside the door to Legolas' room, and Elrohir felt nervous.  The twins had kept their distance where Legolas was concerned, fearing to strain the very tenuous friendship between them. But, he had to agree with his father, Legolas needed some company this night of all nights.  Elladan raised his hand and knocked softly in case the Mirkwood Prince was already asleep.

They were rewarded with a sharp call to enter, which they did with an exaggerated flourish.

"Good evening, fair Prince!" called Elladan.  "We have come to keep thee occupied while the whole realm celebrates the coming of winter."

Sitting by his fireplace, Legolas looked up from the book he had been reading and graced them with a warm and welcoming smile.  Elrohir's heart sped up at seeing the once sullen face light up with such happiness at the sight of them.  All it had taken was a few giant spiders and three days' unconsciousness.

"I have not seen either of you for the last few days.  I thought you had had enough of my company."

Elladan came to sit next to Legolas' chair, folding himself elegantly on the floor.  "We could never tire of your company, mellon-nin," he said, with what Legolas could swear was a seductive undertone.

Elrohir situated himself on the floor near Legolas and Elladan, spreading out the fare he had taken from the kitchens.  Legolas stood from his chair and walked to a cupboard on one of the walls.  He could feel their eyes on him. When he returned he sat on the floor between the two brothers, offering forth three wine glasses.

Elladan had not been able to stop staring, and neither had his brother.  Legolas was wearing deep forest sleep pants, loosely tied so that they hung low on his narrow hips.  His pale chest was laid bare under an open crimson robe he wore to ward off the chill that Elladan was sure the Elf did not feel.  The young Prince was a vision in front of them, pouring the ruby liquid and handing off glasses.

Elrohir, following his brother's thoughts closely, began to feel this might not have been such a good idea.  He wanted to win Legolas' trust, not seduce him.  He sent a mental warning to his brother to behave himself, winning a look of mock indignation from his twin.  He knew better.  Elladan wanted the Prince.  Elrohir did as well, he thought as he prepared plates for each of them, but he was willing to let Legolas come to them.

There was a strained silence in the room as each of them simply ate and sipped the spicy wine.  Finally, unable to stand the uneasy quiet of the room any longer, Elrohir cleared his throat.

"Is it a good book?"

Legolas, pulling himself back from his own thoughts, swallowed the bit of cheese had been eating.  "Oh, yes.  One of my favorites," he said, a little distracted.  "It's just a silly history, but if you are interested, you are most welcome to borrow it."

Elladan raised his hand, shaking his head.  "No!  Between Erestor and Glorfindel, we have more than enough history.  But, should we ever desire to know the truth behind their words,"

"We will be sure to ask to borrow your book," Elrohir finished, smiling at the Elf.

Legolas laughed.  "I have to know; how is it you can finish each other's thoughts?"

Elladan leaned in close to Legolas, the Prince becoming lost in the stormy eyes of the Peredhel.  Even as he saw Elladan's lips moving and heard the sound close to him, he knew Elrohir was speaking the same words to his other side in unison with his brother.  "We don't know. We just do."

Legolas turned to a chuckling Elrohir.  "Ada doesn't like to admit it, but he could do it with Elros as we can," the Half-Elf added conspiratorially.

The ice now broken, their conversation began to flow as easily as the wine, and both were in ample supply.  By the time ten bells sounded, it was obvious that one Elf and two Half-Elves were three sheets to the wind.  As Glorfindel would less than delicately phrase it, they were pissed.  Elladan was the first to stagger to his feet, but efforts to assist the other two were exercises in futility, and he eventually had to leave them to manage standing on their own.

Legolas swayed on his feet as he tried to determine to which of the three sets of twins he should say good night.  He finally decided it was the middle Elladan and the left Elrohir.  He took a step, but stumbled.  When Elrohir barely caught him, Legolas realized he'd guessed wrong.  The Peredhel hauled him back to his feet and held him by the shoulders.

"Sleep well, Legolas," Elrohir was trying to say, only it came out, "If that big bed ever gets lonely, you know where we are."

The words took a moment to penetrate the haze over Legolas' mind.  By the time they did, the twins had gone.  Legolas crossed the room to his bed, convinced that someone had gone and tilted the floor.  When he reached the edge, he tipped face first onto the bed and fell immediately asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Legolas vaguely remembered Thranduil checking on him, but it was muddled and lost in a dream.  When he did fully wake, he knew he had been sleeping for quite some time.  He called for one of the maids and requested the tub in his room be filled with hot water.  While he had her attention, he asked what day it was.

She looked at him oddly, but informed him it was the afternoon of the day after the Solstice.  He had been passed out for a day and a half.  He wondered if the twins had fared any better than he.  He slipped into the hot water and thought back to the night of the festival.  He had felt so good with them, relaxed and happy.  Once he just let go of the anger he felt toward his father, he found he wanted to seek out the Peredhil twins for more conversation.

Although, remembering what Elrohir had said, got him thinking he wanted more than simply conversation with them.  He shook his head. It was so confusing.  He had never sought a physical relationship with another male Elf before.  True, he rarely sought out She-Elves, usually only bedding those who threw themselves at him because he was a Prince.  But, Elladan and Elrohir made him want things he had only ever dreamed of.

As he washed himself, he wondered why he was drawn to them both.  His father had mentioned once that he had thought the twins were one soul split by the Valar into two separate bodies.  Which, Legolas supposed, would explain their physical need for one another.  He admitted they probably felt complete together.

So why had Elrohir made a pass at him?  He had Elladan, they were whole unto themselves...

Legolas knew he could find no answers without speaking to the Princes of Imladris.  Which he would do... as soon as he had some food.  He was *starving*!

*****

After two cups (each) of something the servant called "Mirkwood's Morning-After Mixture", Elladan and Elrohir were feeling more like themselves.  They wisely did not ask what was in the hangover cure; they just drank it down and let the mystery brew do its work.  The twins were just finishing up some bread and mild sliced meats when Elrohir put his hands to his head.

"Tell the servant to bring some more of that stuff, the pounding's back."

Elladan looked around.  "Actually, I think that's the door."

"Why is the door pounding?"

"Probably because someone is knocking on it.  Go answer it."

Elrohir dragged himself to the door and opened it.  Legolas stood in the hallway, wearing an expression almost mirroring Elrohir's.  The Wood Elf smiled as best he could considering his condition, and said simply, "I got lonely."

Elrohir stared in confusion for a moment until his words at their last parting came back to him.  He closed his eyes slowly, almost wincing at the memory.  Then, he pulled the door open wider and motioned for Legolas to enter.  Elladan stood as he took notice of the visitor, smiling with an exuberance that made the other two in the room narrow their eyes with an exaggerated grimace.

Legolas thought about asking to speak to Elrohir in private, but decided that Elladan should hear as well, so he got straight to the point.  "Look, I like you," he began, addressing the younger twin.

Elladan interrupted with mock offense, "What about me?"

The words came in a rush, then.  "I like you, too, but you're not the one who made a play for me the other night.  I just wanted to say that I didn't want to come between the two of you, so while I'm flattered, I don't think it's a good idea."

Elrohir smiled with understanding.  "I see the problem here.  You thought I meant that I was interested in being with you instead of my brother."

"What else would you mean?"

Elladan approached the Mirkwood Prince, touching him gently on the shoulder. "Let me see if I can explain," he said seriously.

Legolas turned to listen to the Peredhel and was immediately swept up into a very heated kiss.  A very *pleasant* heated kiss.

"Two bodies, one mind," Elrohir said softly, echoing his brother's unspoken thoughts.  "There's no 'between' us for anyone to come because we are each other in so many ways."

Elladan broke the kiss, and Legolas had just enough time to catch his breath before he felt Elrohir's hands caressing his face.  He was pulled quickly into a second kiss by the younger twin as Elladan picked up the task of speaking.

"We don't do anything alone, because we are never alone in our minds. So, when one of us expresses an interest, you can be sure the other one feels it, too."

Elrohir stepped back, smirking.  "Except for Glorfindel's singing.  He loves it; I can't stand it."

"Other than that, though," Elladan joked, rolling his eyes playfully.

"The point is," Elrohir continued somberly, "that we're both attracted to you."

Legolas held up his hands.  "I... umm... really need to think about this."

"Of course you do," Elrohir said.  "Take your time."

*****

Legolas followed Elrond after the evening meal was finished.  Elrond silently lead Legolas to Thranduil's bedroom where he was staying. For some odd reason, Thranduil was no where to be found.  Still without a sound, Elrond poured two glasses of wine and offered one to Legolas.  Motioning to one of the two chairs near the hearth, Elrond made it clear what he wanted.  Legolas sat, sipping the cool wine and watching the unreadable grey eyes of the Imladris Lord.  He had yet to apologize to him for his cruel words, and now he needed the Lord's help.

"My Lord," he began quietly, but stopped when Elrond raised his hand. Legolas chewed his lip, worrying over what could be waiting behind that gaze.

Elrond lowered his hand and let a smile grace his lips.  "I was wondering how long it would take you to come to me."

"I wanted to apologize..."

"Really?  I would have thought you had come to me to ask about my sons."

Legolas watched the calm Elf-lord sip the wine and cross his legs.  He was at a loss for words.  His father's lover seemed to know more than Legolas had thought.  He felt himself returning the smile.

"I did.  But, I also wanted to extend my apologies.  I was out of line.  It was not you or your sons I was angry with, I simply used you as a target.  Please, forgive me, my Lord."  He was humbled, he felt terrible for his behavior.

Elrond nodded.  "Think nothing of it, Prince.  We can start anew. Now, what is it about my sons that you need guidance with, pen-neth?"

Legolas squirmed uncomfortably.  He wondered for a moment about how to discuss this topic with the Peredhel, then chose the direct route. "Elladan and Elrohir have made overtures toward me.  The three of us have discussed their desires briefly, but I find myself very conflicted.  I do not understand their relationship completely and fear being used for their amusement."

The Half-Elf put his glass down and sat up straighter.  "Let us deal with one topic at a time, shall we?  Their relationship.  Their love is quite special, very unique.  I shared a similar relationship with Elros.  There was a close connection between us, and I loved him like no other.  The difference between the relationship my sons share and the one my brother and I had is that we never took it to that physical level.  We could sense each other, shared thoughts between us and we did love one another deeply, but we never felt the firm bond to be lovers.  Elladan and Elrohir did.  They found each other early on in their life, long before their mother left us."

"If they are so close, then why me?"

"I'm a bit curious about that myself.  They have been whole unto themselves for almost two thousand years.  They have never, in all that time, sought an additional lover.  You, Legolas, are quite a development in their life.  You must be something very special.  Then again, if you're anything like your father...."

Legolas made a sour face.  "Okay, more than I wanted to know."

Elrond chuckled.  "The point is, I know my sons.  They would never use you for anything.  If they are offering you an opportunity to enter their lives in such an intimate manner, they are doing it with honest intentions."

Without realizing it, Legolas had been holding his breath.  He finally let it all out in a sigh of relief.  "I am unsure of what I should do..."

"Only you can answer that.  I would advise you not to go into such a relationship with them if you are not sure of your decision.  I know my sons, they will wait until the end of Arda for your choice."

"I fear my Ada's reaction if I accept their offer."  Legolas loved his father so much and his approval meant everything to the Elf.

Elrond just smiled at him.  "I don't think your father would mind at all.  Trust that whatever makes you happy will be all right with him. Decide what is needed in *your* life, pen-neth.  Not what is right in Thranduil's eyes."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Legolas looked out the main gate of Thranduil's palace.  The powder-white snow glistened in the late morning sunlight.  Elrond and his sons would be leaving in a month.  February has come in warmer than previous years, so the roads would be passable in mid-March.  Legolas felt a deep sadness at the thought of the twins leaving.  He had spoken to them little since the night he had talked with Elrond.  He just needed time to think and work through his complex emotions and thoughts.

The Prince was no closer to an answer now than he was then.  He had faced down spiders and Orcs without flinching... but he was terrified of what the twins offered him.  They were willing to give him more than just a physical relationship, he could *sense* that about them. How he knew that, he could not explain.  He simply knew they wanted him in a more permanent way.

And he wanted to give himself to them.  He was sure of that, he was just frightened of how much it could hurt should they change their minds.  Minds, Legolas laughed to himself.  Mind is more like it.  One would not think what the other doesn't.  He sighed and went back to his room to brood over his decision.  He had decided that he would make a choice tonight, whether it was to accept them or reject them, he had wasted enough of their time.

*****

Elladan threw his soaked cloak into a pile in the corner of the room and began to strip off the rest of his sodden clothing.  He and Elrohir had gone to one of the clearings near the palace and sparred for several hours.  They had been indoors for much too long and had grown anxious.  After a few good rounds, they felt much more at ease. The elder twin, having removed all hisclothing, slipped into the hot tub that was sitting ready for them in their room.

Elrohir had removed his cloak, tunic and boots when there was a knock at the door.  The Peredhel went to the door and was greeted by the young She-Elf who tended their room.

"My Lord, I am sorry to disturb you, but I was to deliver a message once you and your brother returned to your room."

Elrohir smiled at the blushing maid.  "All right."

"Prince Legolas requests your presence in his private rooms for the evening meal, which will be served in two hours time."

Elrohir hid his surprise and nodded to the young Elf and closed the door.  He looked to his twin who sat a still as a rock in the tub. "It seems the Prince wishes to have our company, gwanunig..."

Elladan slowly smiled.  "About time," was all he said and motioned for his brother to finish stripping and join him in the warm water.

*****

The twins entered the room, taken aback immediately by the soft glow of dozens of candles.  If a surface could have a candle on it, Legolas had stuck one.  The air smelled of sandalwood and Elrohir could see a small table set up with three places and several covered dishes. Legolas' hair was free from braids and he simply wore a pair of loose breeches and a laced tunic.

"Good evening, Prince," Elladan said, smiling with all his charm.  "We were surprised to receive an invitation for supper."

Legolas looked flushed to Elrohir, a shy smile curving his lips.  "I know I have been terrible, avoiding you as I have.  Forgive me?"

"You don't fool me, Greenleaf," Elladan said sardonically.  "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you?"

Legolas looked pained.  "I don't know what you're talking about!"  The look of shocked indignation lasted for almost two seconds before the facade cracked and Legolas began to laugh.  "Come on and eat.  I wanted to talk to you two."

The three took seats at the table and served themselves sparingly from the dishes, too nervous to eat more than a little.  Silence reigned while everyone got settled.  Finally, Legolas said, "As you can probably guess, my answer is yes.  But..."  He trailed off.

The twins waited politely for him to continue, neither one prompting him or looking impatient.  They trusted Legolas to find the words in his own time.

Eventually, he did.  "I spoke to your father," he began.  "He said that the two of you have never expressed an interest in anyone else the way you have in me.  So, the obvious question is, why me?"

"Because you're a challenge," Elladan said.

"Because you're fascinating," Elrohir said, at the same time.

They looked at each other and smiled, then said in unison, "Because you're a fascinating challenge."

The laughter broke the tension.  Elrohir caught his breath first.  "Of course, it's more than that," he said on a more serious note.  "You're complex, Legolas, and that's very alluring to us.  You're attractive without being vain, brave without being headstrong, and..."

"And as much as we'd love to sit here and stroke your ego all night," Elladan supplied with a wolfish grin, "I daresay there are more interesting parts of you to stroke."

Legolas shifted in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable.  "I've, uh, never been with a man before.  Let alone two men."

The Peredhil looked surprised.  "Now, that is something of a shock," Elrohir said.  "I suppose that's what we get for listening to the kitchen gossip.  They seem to be convinced that's why you haven't struck up with any of the She-Elves around here."

"Actually, it's just that something about a person with breasts bigger than their brains just really leaves me cold," the Prince said offhandedly.

Elladan laughed loudly.  "I can safely say that such has *never* been said about my brother or myself."

Elrohir echoed the sentiment.  "Ah, wit!  That's something else wonderful about you, dear Prince.  You know, after spending these months with you, it's easy to see what Ada --"

"If you say anything regarding our fathers," Legolas warned, eyes glittering, "I am afraid that I will do something distinctly un-prince-like with the mashed potatoes and your leggings."

Elrohir raised an eyebrow in a near-perfect imitation of his father's famous expression.  "Oh, really?  Did you hear that, Caulen?  I do believe I've been threatened," he teased.

Elladan raised his hands, palms out.  "I've already defended you from him once.  You're on your own this time."

"Very well.  Prepare yourself, Legolas of Mirkwood!"  Elrohir stood quickly and straddled Legolas' chair, sitting on the Wood Elf's lap. He wrapped his arms around the chair and pinned the blond's arms to his side, then leaned in to capture Legolas' mouth in a passionate kiss.

Legolas allowed himself to become lost in the sensation of the kiss, returning it with more ardor than he had ever felt for any of those vacuous Ellith.  The young Sinda was somewhat surprised at how easily desire could transcend gender, but the truth was undeniable.  He wanted these two; wanted them desperately.  As he did not have the use of his upper arms, he could do little more than caress Elrohir's forearms as he hungrily tasted the Peredhel's mouth, but it was enough to stir his arousal.  Legolas shivered with desire as he felt his stiffening member suddenly rub against Elrohir's, and he gripped Elrohir's arms in response.

Elladan watched his brother and soon-to-be-lover with lust-filled eyes.  His leggings had become uncomfortably tight, and his hands itched to touch the Prince.  He stood and walked silently behind Legolas and brushed his fingers along the Elf's neck.  He felt Legolas shudder at the gentle touch and looked up, meeting his brother's glazed eyes as he continued to devour the Mirkwood Prince's mouth. Elladan ran his fingers through the fine golden hair.  He leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of Legolas' neck.  Elrohir's mouth feasted on the moans the Sinda offered him as Elladan's tongue snaked out to taste the tender skin he was invited to savor.

Elrohir pulled back from Legolas' swollen lips, smirking slightly as he began to unlace the blonde Elf's tunic.  The youngest twin felt his own breath catch at the sight of the panting Sinda -- his azure eyes half-closed, soft moans emanating from the bruised lips -- and his brother's lips working to leave a distinct passion mark on their lover.  Elrohir had never seen a more erotic sight than his twin moving up the Prince's neck, allowing the Peredhel to view his brother's handiwork.

Elrohir's soft, desire-thickened voice filled Legolas' ear as the twin spoke to his brother.  "Until this moment, gwanunig, I never thought you could be any more alluring than you normally are."  Elladan smiled at his brother, pulling away from Legolas while Elrohir stood up, bringing Legolas with him.

The twins then positioned themselves with Elladan in front of Legolas and Elrohir behind.  While Elladan's hands finished what Elrohir began with the tunic, the elder twin's lips captured Legolas' in a demanding kiss.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, Legolas compared the way the two Peredhil kissed.  Elrohir was gentle and encouraged Legolas to control the kiss, while Elladan plundered his mouth, his tongue moving in and out of his mouth making the golden-haired Elf groan with need.

Legolas felt his tunic fall from his shoulders, not caring where it ended up.  He arched his back when Elrohir's cool hands stroked his heated skin, moving down his spine.  He let go of Elladan's mouth, gasping with pleasure as the younger Peredhel slowly licked his ear, nibbling on the tip and causing him to shudder.  Elladan took the opportunity to travel down Legolas' neck, trailing kisses and allowing his hands to stroke the flat plane of the Wood Elf's stomach.  He reveled in the tremors and gasps he and his brother could create in this Elf, and he was eager to hear more of his impassioned cries.

Though he knew they were primarily focusing their attentions on Legolas, Elrohir could not resist lifting his brother's chin and leaning in for a deep, loving kiss.  Pressed between them, Legolas slid his hands sensually over both their chests as they kissed, which only heightened their passion.  The twins quickly divested themselves of their tunics, and the three bare chests rubbed erotically against each other as kisses were traded freely between their owners.

His chest pressed against Legolas' back, Elrohir reached around to caress the Wood Elf's skin.  He shared a brief look with Elladan, who smiled and winked.  The elder twin then hooked his fingers in the waist of Legolas' leggings and kneeled down, dragging the clothing down to the floor.  Legolas closed his eyes with a sigh as his straining erection was released.  When Elladan began to slide his tongue along his firm shaft, though, only Elrohir's grip kept Legolas from jumping several feet into the air.  While he was familiar with the idea of what the Peredhel was doing, none of his previous partners had ever bothered to acquaint him with the practice of it.

Elrohir chuckled at the Prince's anxiety, then began to kiss his neck and shoulder, sliding his hands down to cup Legolas' firm backside once the Sinda began to relax.  He looked over Legolas' shoulder just in time to see the blond's stiff rod disappearing into Elladan's mouth.  The sight made his head swim and his cock throb within his leggings.  Coupled with the loud gasp and shuddering moan that Legolas gave at the sensation, the dark-haired Elf felt like he would explode.

Elladan was using his mouth to full advantage as he sucked on the swollen head, licked down the length of the tight shaft, and pulled the full length of Legolas' arousal beyond his lips again and again. Legolas was squirming above him, and once, Elladan was sure that the warrior's knees buckled under the pleasurable assault.  His mouth slid down and kissed and nipped playfully at the smooth skin surrounding the Wood Elf's orbs, occasionally brushing his tongue against the taut flesh behind that led to the virginal rear passage.

He cast his eyes upward and saw that Elrohir was stroking Legolas' cock, so he reached between Legolas' legs and began to rub his hand against the bulge in his twin's leggings, hearing Elrohir groan in response.  Elrohir used his free hand to push his remaining clothing to the floor, giving Elladan's fingers access to fondle his erect rod.

It was Legolas' idea to move to the bed, and the twins agreed immediately, removing their stretched leggings in the process. The two laid Legolas down, and Elrohir joined Elladan at the Mirkwood Elf's waist.  They took turns pleasuring Legolas' cock with their mouths while their hands were busy touching each other's body and stroking each other's erections.  The dual assault was too much for the inexperienced Prince, and his orgasm crashed all too soon, sending spurts of thick, milky fluid onto the twins' mouths and cheeks, which they lovingly licked off each other with abandon.

Legolas was beyond power of speech.  It was all he could do to concentrate on his breathing.  Elladan licked the last traces of the Sinda's fluids from his lips and chuckled.  "I do believe we've sucked the voice right out of him," he said casually to his brother.

Elrohir smiled back.  "It does appear so.  Pity.  Although, it does mean that he can't say no when I ask him if I can fill that pretty
behind of his with my seed."

Legolas yelped and sat up like a shot, scooting back against the headboard and bringing his knees to his chest.

Elrohir laughed out loud.  "Well, *that* got a reaction!  Don't worry, lirimaer, we'd never do anything to hurt you."

Legolas nodded meekly.  "Sorry," he added sheepishly.

Elladan grinned and patted the Sinda on the knee.  "Would it make you uncomfortable, Legolas, if I were to make love to Elrohir while you... recover yourself?"

"Why would he, brother?" Elrohir inquired.  "He certainly didn't seem to mind last time."

"What?!" Legolas squeaked, turning bright red.

Elrohir slid up the bed next to Legolas and kissed him on the earlobe, feeling his naughty streak returning as it had those months ago by the river.  "Please tell him yes," he whispered.  "I liked it when you watched us."

Legolas shuddered and nodded, his arousal returning despite the embarrassment he felt at having been caught.  He fought the urge to look away as Elrohir rolled over on his hands and knees and Elladan took up a position behind him.  The sensuality of the moment flooded Legolas' senses, taking him back to that day he'd come upon the twins in the woods.  He was entranced by the feelings stirring in him; so much so that he did not realize that the elder Peredhel was speaking to him.

"Would you happen to keep any sort of oil in your room?  Some linseed for your knives, perhaps?"

Legolas shook his attention back to the present.  "Oil?  Oh!  For your... aye, I have some over here."  The Wood Elf could feel a new blush coming over him as he walked across the room and retrieved the small bottle of oil he used to keep his weapons clean.  Impulsively, he poured some into his hands and reached between Elladan's legs, coating the Half-Elf's erection with the viscous liquid.

Elladan groaned and, pulling Legolas close, kissed him hungrily.  He sucked Legolas' lower lip into his mouth and began to gently chew on the tender skin which only spurred Legolas into stroking Elladan's cock at a more feverish pace.  The dark-haired Elf finally broke the kiss and covered Legolas' hand with his own, helping the blonde guide his shaft forward into the puckered flesh of Elrohir's waiting entrance.

Elrohir gasped as he pushed back against his brother, feeling the familiar length filling him.  Without preamble, Elladan pulled almost completely out and thrust forcefully back in.  Elrohir buried his face in Legolas' pillow, squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught.

"Of course," Elladan explained to Legolas between powerful thrusts, "we would be much more gentle with you, Legolas.  Elrohir is used to this, though."

"But does it not hurt?" Legolas asked, a slight quaver in his voice.

Elrohir looked over his shoulder at the Prince.  "When you are first getting used to it, it can be a little painful.  But if you are with
someone who is careful, the good feelings far outweigh the bad.  And once you're used to it, ohhhh, by the Valar, it feels incredible!"

Legolas sat back against the headboard of his large bed, thinking on those words while watching Elladan pound roughly into Elrohir over and over.  Not until Elladan moaned, "A! Lirimaer, that is beautiful!" did the Sinda realize that he had been stroking himself.

Elrohir strained to glimpse what had so captivated his brother, and his breath left him when he saw Legolas' hand frantically pumping his firm shaft.  The Peredhil stared, transfixed by the sight, until Elladan's breathing became groaning and Elrohir's gasps became cries of pleasure.  The moment of Elladan's release was clear to Legolas from the way both twins called out with trembling voices before collapsing with a satisfied sigh.

Elladan was pleased to note that Legolas' cleaning habits were as slovenly as his own, evidenced by the fact that there were several discarded towels on the floor beside the bed.  He swiped one up and used it to clean himself and his brother before they soiled Legolas' bedclothes.  The two glanced over to see the Wood Elf staring at them with lust-filled eyes.

"Do you think you're ready for your turn, melethron?" Elrohir asked, his voice thick with desire.

"I'm definitely curious," Legolas replied, "but I'm not sure."

"Nothing will happen unless you want it to," Elrohir began.

"And everything stops as soon as you say," finished Elladan.

"I promise to be extra careful," the younger twin added unnecessarily.

Legolas sat forward and kissed Elrohir gently.  "I know you will," he whispered before positioning himself on all fours.  He wasn't sure if he was prepared for what was coming, but he knew that these two would never hurt him as long as it was in their power.

Elladan curled up at the head of the bed, close to Legolas, but positioned to see both the Prince and Elrohir.  He watched as his brother dipped a finger into the oil and rubbed it around the opening to Legolas' rear passage.  The elder twin said softly, "The hardest part, Legolas, is to relax.  Elrohir is going to push a finger inside you, and you must concentrate on not tensing your muscles."

The blonde Elf nodded and closed his eyes.  The moment Elrohir's finger began to spread his tight skin, though, he could not help but whimper and grip the bedclothes, tensing up instinctively.

"Shhh, maethorem," Elladan cooed.  "Take a deep breath and hold it.  When you feel Elrohir's finger, breathe out slowly through your mouth.  It will help you to relax."

Elrohir added more oil to his finger and pressed again.  This time, taking Elladan's advice, Legolas was able to accept the entire length of his finger.  The Peredhel shivered.  "A!  He is *so* tight, gwanunig!"

"So were you, once," came the sardonic response from Elladan.  Then, to Legolas: "Now, Elrohir is going to work his finger in and out to start loosening you up.  This may not be the most comfortable part, but it is very necessary.  Just keep taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly."

After a couple of false starts, Elrohir managed to get into a rhythm with his finger, sliding it easily in and out of Legolas' ass. When he got ready to try a second finger, Elladan once again warned Legolas so that the Sinda was prepared and not startled by the new sensation.

Taking great time and patience, the younger twin eased Legolas' passage open with his fingers; all the while, Elladan whispered calming endearments and offered the blonde a hand to squeeze.  Elrohir worked his fingers against Legolas' skin -- with the help of copious amounts of the lubricating oil -- until he could get three fingers moving in and out with relative ease.  Only then did he pronounce Legolas ready for something more than fingers.

The Mirkwood Prince, for his part, alternated between pained grunts and pleasurable sighs.  His new lovers were correct that the good feelings were worth the little bit of pain.  Also, they were exceedingly gentle with him, pausing if he tensed and taking great care to relax him before continuing.  So it was that when Elrohir placed a hand on his back and pressed the slick tip of his cock against Legolas' opening, the Wood Elf felt no apprehension.  He winced as Elrohir pushed forward, but the only sounds he made were impassioned moans.

Elrohir slid only the head of his arousal into Legolas' rear.  He gasped at the tightness of the passage, but resisted the sudden impulse to ravage the Elf.  He looked to Elladan and nodded, not trusting himself to speak and unable to keep a lusty grin from his face.

"The next part is up to you, meleth," the elder Peredhel explained.  "When you feel comfortable, you push back against Elrohir, a little at a time.  Stop when it feels too tight, and wait until your body adjusts."

The slow pace was agonizingly pleasurable for Elrohir.  He felt himself being consumed, inch by inch, by Legolas' warm tightness.  It took every bit of control he had to hold off his release when Legolas pressed himself fully against Elrohir's hips with a shuddering groan.  He still delayed his movement until he could feel the subtle adjustment of the skin surrounding his shaft that signaled that the body had accepted this intrusion.

The soft, shallow thrusts Elrohir was making had Legolas panting in desire.  His entire body became hypersensitive to the smallest touch; even Elrohir's hands on his hips and Elladan's lips on his shoulders were enough to make the Prince's rock-hard cock throb.  Elladan gently suggested that Legolas raise his body up and grab the headboard.  He felt Elrohir nestle deeper inside him as he moved; then, it seemed as though something "shifted" inside his body. A new sensation shot through him, a white-hot fire of lust that had him crying out to the Valar.

Elladan slid under Legolas and covered the blonde's raging erection with his mouth.  Barely had he done so before Legolas let loose with a second explosive orgasm, sending his hot fluids coarsing into Elladan's mouth.  The Peredhel eagerly swallowed the offerings while the Wood Elf's body trembled around him.

The motions of Legolas' body had another effect: Elrohir felt the Prince's body convulse around him, contracting against his shaft.  The younger twin gripped Legolas' hips and held on tightly.  He shut his eyes, seeing points of light flare against the darkness, and his ragged scream of release was ripped from his throat.  His cock pulsed as he spilled himself into his lover's vessel.

For a long time, no one moved.  It was only when Legolas whimpered in the back of his throat did Elrohir endeavor to extricate himself without causing undue distress to the Greenleaf.  As he retrieved the towel and set to wiping away the results of their passions, the thought came unbidden that the name didn't seem to fit anymore, as the Prince was no longer quite so "green" as he had been.

Elladan laughed suddenly, catching the comment out of his brother's mind.  "That, dear brother, is a comment more worthy of me than you, don't you think?"

"Like I said, you're rubbing off on me."

"Looks to me," Legolas added with a wry smile, "that he was rubbing off *in* you."

The twins stared, open-mouthed, at the Mirkwood royal.  Legolas met each of their eyes for a moment, then all three burst into a fit of hysterical laughter.

*****

After they'd recovered themselves, the three had bathed and dressed, unable to keep their hands to themselves, but sharing no conversation deeper than a jesting banter.  When they got back to Legolas' room and curled up together on the large bed, though, Legolas seemed to sober from the intoxication of their tryst and asked the twins very seriously, "What exactly does this mean?"

The Peredhil had been thinking about that same question, virtually discussing it within their minds as their thoughts on the matter flowed freely between them.  It certainly was not fair for them to expect Legolas to remain chaste while they were separated, especially when the twins always had each other.  By the same token, they did not want to give Legolas the impression that they'd seduced him for a one-time fling when it was certain to them that they wanted far more than that.

After a pause, Elladan finally spoke, giving voice to their thoughts.  "It means that we want you to be a part of our lives, Legolas."

"In whatever capacity you feel comfortable," Elrohir interjected.  "We would not begrudge you outside liasions, but you already hold a very special place in our hearts."

"As special as the place we hold for each other," Elladan continued.  "We do not wish to lose you, Legolas, but we understand that the distance between us may be difficult to deal with."

Legolas had long stopped trying to twist his head to view the changing speakers; now he just stared at the ceiling and let the voices wash over him.  He considered their words and formed a response in his mind before speaking.  "The two of you have become more important to me than I can say.  You saved my life, but more than that, you brought me out of myself and showed me the world I'd shut my eyes on.  I'll not desert you after that."

After a pause, he added, "Besides, if my father can maintain such a relationship, then so can I."

The twins shared a mischievieous look.  They moved with a catlike grace and speed, Elrohir calling out as he leapt from the bed, "Hold him down, 'Dan, I'll get the mashed potatoes!"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Mirkwood was a fading dark blotch on the horizon behind them.  The Imladris party moved at a steady pace, hoping to reach The Last Homely House within the week.  Elladan and Elrohir rode at the front of the escort with their father, both smiling faintly, caught up in the memories of the past winter.

Their looks of satisfaction, though, did not escape their father's notice.  And Elrond being the type of person he is, decided it was time to make his sons squirm.

"Did you both enjoy your time in Mirkwood?" he asked innocently.

Elladan smiled, "Aye, Ada, it was a... learning experience."

The youngest twin nodded his agreement.  "Legolas is very much like his father."

"In many ways, I am sure," Elrond quipped.

"Ada!" they cried in unison.

"All I am saying is that I am sure the leaf did not fall far from the tree.  At all."  He could barely keep the mirth from his voice.

Elrohir groaned.  "Are we going to hear about this,"

"All the way home, Ada?" Elladan completed.

"I thought I told you to stop that!"

"You did.  Then you decided it would be great fun," Elrohir began.

Elladan grimaced.  "To comment on the similarities between our lovers."

"Will young Legolas be joining us next winter when Thranduil journeys to our lovely valley?"  Elrond watched a small blush creep across Elrohir's features.

Elladan nodded.  "He has decided a small respite from the dark woods,"

"Would be most welcome every other year or so."  Elrohir looked sideways at his twin.

"Or so," Elrond chuckled.

Elladan reached across the space between his horse and Elrohir's; his brother's hand instinctively extended to meet his own. They had lost something in Mirkwood, Elladan thought.  Elrohir, hearing the soft echoes of his brother's thoughts, agreed. They had lost their heart in the dark forests, to a bright jewel in Thranduil's court.

But, the twins reflected, it didn't seem like such a terrible loss after all.


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