4. Legolas's Curiosity
The minute Talagan had left them alone in their room, Elrohir had taken off the cloak and fallen onto one of the beds, landing full on his back and spreading out his arms.
"Agreed," said Elladan. "That went much better than expected." He drew his surcoat over his head and sat down on the bed next to his twin. "Meleth, undo this for me."
"Clearly Thranduil has heard something that worries him," said Elrohir as he sat up and unlaced the back of Elladan's mail. "To our advantage, Elladan. Our luck has taken a positive turn."
"I think it would be prudent to withhold some of our information as a bargaining chip," said Elladan. "You noticed King Náin? I wonder why he's here? Could he be seeking an alliance with Thranduil?"
"Unknown, and at the moment, I don't care," Elrohir said. "I just hope supper comes soon. There's been nothing to eat for two days now and I'm famished. There, you're done."
Elladan drew the heavy mail off his arms and set it down on the floor. He turned to Elrohir. "I am hungry as well," he said and climbed on top of his brother, "for something food can't satisfy."
Elrohir laughed and attempted to push him off. "They will be returning any moment," he said.
Elladan ran his tongue along his twin's throat. "We will hear them long before they see us," he said. "Looking at you half-naked like this has nearly driven me mad. I long to share more than we were able to last night in the woods."
"You are insatiable, brother. Just the way I like you." Elrohir grinned up at him. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.
"I think you could make me come just by looking at me like that," Elladan said.
"I'd like to try it," said Elrohir, tracing his finger over his twin's lips. "You know what I've been thinking?"
"I can guess, but speak your mind."
"I was thinking that Thranduil's youngest son is stunning, more so than we could have hoped."
"Agreed." Elladan began lazily nibbling along Elrohir's chest. "But we wouldn't want to jeopardize our position here by seducing him."
"Don't back out of this now! You were the one who suggested it in the first place," said Elrohir.
"Did I? I could have sworn it was you." Elladan smiled. "Yes, I would certainly enjoy sharing him with you, but we have to be practical."
Elrohir rolled on top of Elladan. "You do remember, don't you," he whispered, "how much more intense our communion is, when we connect through another? How the pleasure is enhanced by the sensations from our partner? We don't feel the guilt when we do that. It is all rapture!"
Elladan looked deeply into Elrohir's eyes, which glowed with a lust that made Elladan gasp. "It's been too long, brother," Elrohir continued. "I want him. You must do this for me." He ground his hips into Elladan's groin.
"Uthaes nîn, you know I can't refuse you anything, especially if you ask in that manner," Elladan replied. He grasped his brother's rear, feeling the tight round buttocks through the thin fabric of his leggings, as he pushed their loins closer together. Elladan's shaft was hardening, rubbing against his twin. He rolled Elrohir back underneath him and began kissing his neck. "Tell me what you want to do to him."
"I want to slowly take off all his clothes, caressing and kissing every part of his skin as it is revealed to my eyes. Can you imagine how beautiful he is? How delicate the line of his throat, how hard the muscles in his chest, how long his shaft?"
"Yes, I can see him," Elladan whispered. "Tell me more."
"We would lay him down between us on the bed and you would kiss his backside and I would ply my fingers over him, touching everywhere but his cock until he begged me to take him in my mouth. I would oblige. I can smell his aroused musk, feel his slick need on my tongue. I will entertain him, brother, until he is crying for release."
"I want to watch that, úthaes nîn. I love to see you reduce an elf to a quivering mass."
"Then you will take him from behind, pounding into his tightness while I continue sucking on him. We will sense each other, our minds connecting and becoming one, our pleasure amplified by his. I will feel you thrusting inside him as if it were me you were taking. And so it will seem to you. You will feel him as me, my heat, my passion for you. He will moan and then come in my mouth, a pulsing, throbbing, melting orgasm and then become so tight and hot that you will spill yourself inside him. I will feel both your ecstasy and his and I will cry out as we come together."
"Oh, gods, Elro meleth, I cannot resist you when you talk like that," Elladan said, flexing his hips against his brother. "But he'll discover our relationship through the connection."
"We can seal his memory, meleth, as we've done before. You are making excuses," Elrohir snorted.
"All right, I'm just trying to be prudent here, but I can see lust has made you reckless. What is our plan for bedding this elf?" Elladan began swirling his tongue around his twin's sensitive ear tip.
"If we play it right, he'll come to us. I saw it in his eyes tonight, that unmistakable look of hunger," Elrohir said, and then burst into laughter. "You are tickling me!"
"I could tickle you in better places," Elladan said as he closed his mouth onto his twin's.
There was a knock on the door and the twins leapt from the bed. Elrohir sat at a writing desk while Elladan tugged down his tunic to cover his aroused state and went to the door.
Thranduil's youngest son entered the room, accompanied by two elves carrying bundles of clothing.
"Set them on that bed," the prince instructed, "and you may go." The elves bowed to him and left.
Elladan glanced sideways at his brother and their eyes met. Elrohir looked smug. Elladan knew exactly what his twin was thinking. See, I told you he'd come to us. And so soon!
Then Elladan looked back at the prince and his reservations vanished. Ah yes, his brother was right. The prince had a face to break hearts: large, jewel-bright sapphire eyes framed with long eyelashes and straight, dark brows; high cheekbones, lips ripe for kissing; his hair a silken gold waterfall; and a tall, graceful body that Elladan longed to touch and make Elrohir's words come true.
The prince looked at him and bowed. "I do not believe we've made a formal acquaintance," he said. "I am Legolas, son of Thranduil."
"Elladan, son of Elrond," said the twin, "and my brother . . ."
"Elrohir," his twin finished as he rose from the desk and bowed.
"Honored to meet the sons of Elrond," Legolas said, his eyes lingering for a moment on the twin's bare chest.
"We have met before," said Elladan, "though you may not remember it."
"I was young and did not much pay attention to matters concerning my elders," said Legolas. "I know better now." He gestured at the bundles on the bed. "I hope the clothes fit. We had to guess at the size. I can have a tailor come and adjust them if not. Dinner will be here soon." He seemed somewhat uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other.
"We would like to thank you and your father for your hospitality, and we are honored that you brought the gifts yourself," Elrohir said. He went over to the pile on the bed, selected a soft grey tunic, and pulled it over his head. Elladan saw that he took longer at it than needed, stretching and turning so Legolas could look his fill. What a tease he is, Elladan thought affectionately.
The prince had averted his gaze politely, but glanced up several times. "I must confess I came to satisfy my curiosity," he said.
"Oh?" both twins said simultaneously.
"What did you do to cause my father's anger when last you were here?"
The twins laughed and looked at each other.
"He's direct and doesn't waste words. I like that in an elf," said Elladan. "So I will be equally direct. We bedded your cousin."
"Ah," Legolas laughed, and then his face grew hard. "Was it against Ondollo's will then?"
"Hardly," Elrohir said. "He was more than willing. So, we couldn't understand why your father reacted so badly."
"You don't know him." Legolas sighed and shook his head. "He likes to control everything and everybody around him."
Elrohir moved to a fireplace at the end of the room that had a small fire burning in it. Nearby stood a heavy oak table and several chairs. He drew out a chair and turned with an inviting smile. "Perhaps you'd like to come talk about it. We are all the sons of great lords. Most likely we have much in common."
There was a loud knock at the door, which Legolas opened to admit a half dozen elves carrying heavy trays of food and bottles of wine. He stood back while they moved swiftly about the table laying out plates, cups, and food. The rich smells of meat and bread filled the air. Elladan's mouth watered as he realized how famished he was.
When the elves had finished setting the table, a lovely maiden said, "My lord, shall we wait upon you and our guests?"
"That will not be necessary, Ninde." Legolas smiled at her.
Elladan noticed that her face softened. Her returning smile and the hand she laid on Legolas's arm suggested more than a casual acquaintance. Ah, he thought, the prince is not completely innocent of sensuality.
The three sat and the twins fell on the food without hesitation. "You must forgive us, Legolas. We've not eaten in days," said Elrohir as delicately as he could around a mouthful of pheasant.
As the twins ate, Legolas sat back in his chair, sipping a glass of pale yellow wine and studying them. He noticed how they moved in relation to one another, like partners who have danced together for years, neither hindering the other. Something plucked at his thoughts. *We* bedded your cousin, Elladan had said. Not I or he, but we. The thought of two of them at once sent a shiver through his groin. He would have pressed his cousin Ondollo for information about the experience, except that he was gone, patrolling the southern borders of their land.
"Which of you is the elder?" Legolas asked.
"I saw daylight for the first time moments before my twin," said Elladan.
"Yes, and he's never let me forget it," laughed Elrohir.
"I have not known twins before," said Legolas. "It must make for a close relationship."
The twins glanced quickly at each other.
"You could say that," Elladan replied.
"So we are to face each other in combat tomorrow," Legolas said.
"We'll try and go easy on you," Elrohir grinned.
"I was going to say that my brother and I would try not to embarrass you," Legolas replied, with a slow smile.
"It won't be much of a contest if we're holding back," Elladan said.
"I expect you to give it your all," said Legolas.
"Have no fear of that," said Elrohir.
"What is your favorite weapon?" asked Legolas, leaning forward.
"The two-handed sword," said Elladan.
"One and a half-handed," said Elrohir, "with a shield."
"Now, you have already told me something about yourselves," said Legolas. "Elladan likes the powerful, direct approach and takes the offensive. Elrohir is quick and versatile. He likes the defensive posture."
Both twins sat back in their chairs with smiles slowly blooming on their faces.
"He's not a neophyte," said Elrohir to his brother.
"No, indeed. What is *your* favorite weapon, then, Prince?" asked Elladan.
"The bow," said Legolas.
"You have a good eye and quick reflexes, but you prefer to keep your enemies at a distance. Very wise," said Elrohir. "What about hand to hand?"
"Long knives," said Legolas.
"Good to employ when the arrows are spent," said Elladan. "Then, you are not afraid to get close and grapple with your opponent, if necessary. I think I'm going to enjoy testing your skill tomorrow."
"Do you know why your father desires our combat?" asked Elrohir.
"No, but I can tell you that he has a reason. He always does. It may be nothing more than trying to distract Náin from singing another of his songs." Legolas grinned.
"And why is Náin here?" asked Elladan.
"No one knows," said Legolas.
"No one knows?" repeated Elladan blinking. "Does he often visit?"
"This is the first time he's ever been here and the first time he and my father have met," said Legolas. "But whatever the initial reason for the visit, I think I know why he stays."
"I believe he's developed an . . . uh . . . affection for my father."
Elladan and Elrohir looked at each other and smiled.
"Does Thranduil know of this?" asked Elrohir.
"I don't believe so, or I imagine he'd throw the dwarf king out on his ear," Legolas said.
"This could be a good thing," said Elladan with a grin, "a way to seal an alliance between elves and dwarves."
Legolas burst into laughter. "It would be over my father's dead body. He dislikes dwarves, due to bad experiences centuries ago."
"Unfortunate attitude. I've known several dwarves quite well. Courageous. No one better to stand beside you in battle," said Elladan. "Your father holds a number of strong opinions, which brings me to the topic we began earlier. Why did he care so much about our dalliance with his nephew?"
"I am not sure. He is a traditionalist and wants us to make suitable marriages, but there must be something beyond that which he has not chosen to reveal. I find it irritating in the extreme." Legolas frowned and drummed his fingers against his glass.
"And why is that, mellon nîn?" asked Elladan.
Legolas looked into his beautiful face, open now and kind, and his eyes, oh, he was drawn into those hypnotic eyes: a light grey with a dark ring around the iris, shining with a wolf-like intensity and intelligence. He turned to Elrohir and found the same eyes regarding him, eyes that laughed with a sensuous mischief. So dangerous, these two, Legolas thought. I must not underestimate them.
"I also have experienced my father's interference with my relationships," Legolas confessed.
"What happened?" asked Elrohir.
"He sent my lover to Lothlórien."
"And no one has taken that individual's place?" asked Elladan carefully.
"No one. He was unique," the prince said. A slight sigh escaped him. He saw a lascivious look dart between the twins.
"Did you know your father's feelings about your relationships before you took a lover?" Elladan asked.
"And yet you did so anyway," Elrohir said.
"I couldn't help myself," said Legolas.
"Then what would keep you from doing it again?" asked Elladan.
Legolas shook his head, suddenly feeling young and confused. He looked at Elrohir and discovered him licking grease from his fingers, sucking them with a delicate popping sound. Elrohir's eyes lifted and met Legolas's. The twin slipped his entire middle finger into his mouth and drew it out slowly.
A warm rush flooded Legolas.
The prince set down his empty glass and stood up. "You two are trouble. I can see that," he said. "I think I'd better go and let you rest before our contest tomorrow." He bowed. "Thank you for the pleasure of your company."
The twins got up and returned the bow. "Until tomorrow," Elladan said.
Elrohir merely gave the prince a dazzling smile. Legolas retreated, fumbled at the door latch, and left the room. As he wandered down the twisting corridor, he began to grin. Thoughts that had been occupied by the silver-haired weapons master now turned to the ebony-haired peredhil.
*Meleth - love
*úthaes nîn - my temptation
*mellon nîn - my friend
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