9. Thunder and Lightning
"You spoke of remedies for our need," Elladan laughed. "I have a specific one in mind but you'll need time to recover before you can do justice to my brother's gorgeous ass." He reached across Legolas and slapped Elrohir playfully on the rear.
The younger twin moaned. "Oh prince, recover quickly. I can't wait too much longer."
Elladan slipped off the bed and went to a wardrobe standing in the corner. He withdrew a stoppered bottle and returned with it.
"I wondered what you were doing for so long at the provisioner's," Elrohir said.
"While you were getting your armor fitted, melethron, I stocked up. All the supplies needed for a westward journey and some additions." He held up the bottle, uncorked it, and passed it to Elrohir, who inhaled it deeply.
"Oh, that's fine," Elrohir said. "How did you repay the elf, then?"
"The exchange was mutually satisfying," Elladan said.
"You two are surely going to bring my father's wrath down upon you," warned Legolas.
"I doubt he'll care about his chief provisioner, but I daresay he wouldn't condone what I'm about to do to you," Elladan said. He poured some of the liquid into his hand and then began rubbing it slowly onto Legolas's cock and around his balls. "This'll bring you back to life," Elladan grinned. He moved his hand lower and sought the prince's opening, brushing it gently and repeatedly.
The oil felt cool and slick, then a delicious tingle begin spreading throughout the prince's groin and up into his body. He looked at Elladan's large member, straining at an angle, so hard and inviting, and imagined it pushing into him. He bit his lip. It had always hurt so much at first with Táro. He looked up and found that Elrohir was handing him his glass again full of miruvor.
"Just a little of this is quite effective," said Elrohir. "More, will be more so." He laughed as Legolas took a large swallow.
Elrohir sank down next to him, running his hand under Legolas's hair and lifting it away from his neck. "Elladan," the twin said, "I think we need to introduce our gorgeous prince to the next level of delight."
Legolas looked at Elladan questioningly.
Elrohir laughed again and sank his teeth gently into the prince's neck, enjoying the feel of Legolas's tender flesh. Elrohir's need was becoming increasingly urgent. Not only for the comely prince, but for the mind connection with his brother. The older twin continued stroking the oil over Legolas's cock. With anticipation, Elrohir watched it hardening.
"We have a unique ability, Prince, that we wish to share with you," Elrohir said.
"We can sense each other, always, but when the conditions are right, we can feel exactly what the other feels." Elladan looked meaningfully into Legolas's eyes. "Exactly."
A chill ran through the prince as he looked from one set of lascivious, wolf-sly eyes to the other. "You mean . . . ?" he began.
"I can make a connection with your mind. You will feel what we feel, pen vain and we will sense you as well. You will be able to slip from one mind to the next, tasting any of our sensations or all at once," Elladan grinned. "If you can withstand it."
"Do you wish it?" asked Elrohir.
Legolas laughed then, a pleasing sound. "Oh, my wicked and most skillful friends, employ your arts. If I don't survive the experience, I imagine it'll be a most glorious death."
The twins grinned at each other. Elladan leaned over and cupped Elrohir's face in one hand. Elrohir could feel his brother's mind coming closer, the unity that he craved so near now. He could almost hear Elladan's thoughts, but not quite. They were as a distant whisper across the room. "Soon, I will be with you," Elladan said and the younger twin looked into his eyes and nodded.
Elrohir glanced from his beautiful raven-haired brother to the golden prince. The three of them sat close, their thighs touching, the vibration between them reaching a fevered pitch. The peredhel pulled a lock of hair away from Legolas's eyes.
A flash of lightning lit the room, coming through the quartz windows in the arched ceiling, followed later by a distant rumble of thunder. Another storm.
Elrohir lay back against the pillows and held out his arms. "Legolas, come and make love to me!"
With a moan, Legolas threw himself onto the younger twin, pushing him back against the bed and kissing Elrohir's face wildly, then pressing frenzied lips down the twin's long, white throat as he rammed their cocks together with a fury equal to the raging storm.
"That's it," Elrohir gasped, "ravish me!" Legolas moved down the twin's body and plunged his mouth over Elrohir's shaft. The twin cried out and thrust his hips upwards. "Elladan, oh gods, his mouth is so hot."
"Soon I'll feel him too," said Elladan. He moved up behind Legolas, rubbing his shaft up against the cleft between the prince's buttocks.
Legolas sucked on the younger twin until he was writhing and incoherent, then abruptly pulled off him. "Are you ready for me, Elrohir?" Legolas said.
The twin nodded breathlessly.
"Turn over, meleth," said Elladan. "It'll work better that way."
Elrohir turned over and Legolas bent to kiss his smooth buttocks. Elladan reached over to the bedside and grabbed the bottle of oil. "Here, Legolas, hold out your hands," he said as he poured a generous amount into them.
Legolas worked his hands over Elrohir's rear, parting the cheeks, and then gingerly pushing a finger into him. Elrohir groaned.
"Am I hurting you?" Legolas asked anxiously.
"Gods, no," moaned Elrohir.
"Legolas, stretch him like this," Elladan, said as he pushed two fingers into Elrohir and gently scissored them back and forth. Elrohir wriggled and moaned. Elladan said, "I want to watch you take my brother. Fuck him hard." He smiled wickedly. "Make him scream, pen vain."
"Oh, yes, make me scream, Legolas," Elrohir laughed.
Elladan returned to stroking his oily hand over Legolas's arousal, continuing until the prince was rock hard again. "He is ready for you for now, Elro meleth," Elladan said. "Can you take him?"
Elrohir folded his knees underneath himself so that his rear was raised tantalizingly. Elladan moved to his side and parted his cheeks, swirling his fingers over his dark pink opening and then gently squeezing his balls. Legolas moved up close on his knees and pushed his cock up to the twin, nudging his opening. His heart was pounding. He pushed hard past the ring of muscle and suddenly felt the hot, juicy passage envelope him. Gods, what a sensation!
"Uhhhh," Elrohir cried out. "Oh, Legolas, you feel so good. Shift down a bit. Yes, that's it. Now move!"
Legolas began pumping Elrohir hard, grasping his hips and slamming into him with long strokes. He'd never taken anyone like this before. It felt wonderful beyond imagining. Elrohir was twisting and groaning under him, occasionally looking back over his shoulder.
"Stop for a moment, Legolas," commanded Elladan.
"Why?" Legolas asked, petulantly. He had no desire to stop.
Elladan grasped him by the waist. "My turn," he growled. "Hold still a minute." He stood next to the bed, pulled the prince to the edge, and gently pushed on the small of his back. "Bend over more," he said.
Legolas tensed up, waiting for the inevitable pain.
"Relax," Elladan said as he pushed a finger into him. "Did this hurt with your other lover?"
"Yes, at first," Legolas said.
"It doesn't need to," said Elladan. He began humming a singsong chant and slowly Legolas felt himself relaxing. The older twin gently depressed a spot on the ring of muscle. Then before Legolas could protest or tense up, Elladan's shaft had pierced him, filling him completely, tingling, but not painful. He could feel the twin's stomach pressed against his back.
"Ahhh," the prince groaned. It was the most uncanny sensation: being stretched wide and feeling his own cock buried deep within Elrohir, both at the same time. The younger twin was shifting himself back and forth slightly, and moaning.
"Oh gods, Legolas," Elladan groaned in delight.
"Ladan, meleth," Elrohir gasped. "Make the connection! Quickly."
Elladan reached around and brought both hands to Legolas's temples; the prince heard the peredhel's voice in his head. Utulien, we connect. I feel what you feel.
Elrohir's heart sang when he felt his brother's mind connect with his. He felt Legolas's shaft filling him and in turn shared Legolas's sensation of his brother's cock impaling him. It was like a warm river flowing in a circular pattern from one elf to the next, in and through him. He knew the peace of being complete. The prince's sweet, innocent spirit and his earthy love of sensuality added a glorious series of notes to the symphony.
At first Legolas was disoriented with sensation as if he were seeing double. Then he was able to separate the feelings. He could feel Elladan's cock being squeezed tightly at the root by the ring of his own muscles, as he could also feel Elrohir being filled and stretched by his own member. Legolas thrust forward and then was overwhelmed with the shared sensation of hitting Elrohir's pleasure center. He moved to hit it again and again, feeling the honeyed glow spreading throughout Elrohir's hips.
"Yes, Legolas, now you've got it right," Elrohir cried. "Elladan, do you feel that?"
"Ummmm, sweet gods," Elladan groaned in answer. "Legolas," he said, "you must set the pace. Move back and forth between us." The prince nodded and shoved hard into Elrohir, then moved backward, impaling himself further on Elladan.
"Yes, good," Elladan cried as he sank deep into the luscious prince, gaining leverage from standing on the floor and pressing his hands on Legolas's back. The prince began moving faster and harder between the two as he listened to the twin voices groaning out their delight.
Legolas, take us to rapture, Elrohir thought, and heard his words echoing in the others' heads.
"With pleasure, melethryn," Legolas sighed. The prince reached around and took Elrohir's straining shaft in his hand.
Elrohir could feel his brother burying himself in the prince and heard Legolas's repeated moans, gathering in speed and intensity.
Oh, úthaes nîn, feel me through our golden prince, Elladan thought.
I am yours, Elrohir replied. Take me, brother. Hard.
I am filling you with my love, my desire for you. I love you with all my heart! said Elladan. Are you all right?
Yes, brother, no darkness now. Only bliss, gerich veleth nîn, gîl gûren! Elrohir sighed.
Legolas felt the twins' minds curling around each other in ecstasy, then Elrohir reached out a thought to him. Legolas, meleth, he said, you are glorious! Do you feel us, do you understand now?
Yes, I feel you, he replied, overwhelmed with the intensity of their emotions. His cock was throbbing with need as he thrust himself ever more forcefully into Elrohir. He could feel the flash of pleasure he gave the twin with every move, just as he felt a similar sensation when Elladan hit that same spot within him.
He could feel them all building to a peak, his own sensations amplified by the other two. It was the most purely devastating pleasure he had ever experienced. Elladan's fingers dug into his hips as he pounded away.
A flash of lightning illuminated their bodies, etching their straining muscles white and black, as they moved sinuously together, like a great battering ram. An animal growl of thunder echoed in their chests.
"I'm going to come," Legolas panted.
"Come!" whispered the twins.
All three of them howled, moaned, and thrashed, as they came simultaneously in a glorious eruption of ecstasy. Legolas grabbed Elrohir's sweaty hips, pulling himself in deeper as he exploded into the twin. They kept moving, straining, the pace slowing, until finally they panted to a stop.
Elladan pulled free of Legolas, and still breathing hard, cast himself onto the bed next to his brother. At the same time, Legolas rolled sideways landing next to Elrohir, who had turned face up to embrace him.
They lay still for a time, listening to the rain pelting against the windows and sharing the echoing notes of pleasure that reverberated throughout their bodies. Elrohir snuggled next to Legolas, resting his chin on the prince's shoulder, and Elladan pressed himself against Elrohir's back, encircling his waist with one arm as he kissed his twin's neck.
"Are you all right, then?" Elladan asked his brother. Elrohir turned his head and smiled at him, as he saw the concern and love shining in his eyes.
"You can feel that all is well," Elrohir said.
"Yes," Elladan sighed.
Legolas wondered at this strange exchange of emotion he felt between them. He realized that there were layered depths to them and now he could sense darkness and sorrow underlying the playfulness and affection. What would happen, he thought, if that darkness came to the surface?
Elrohir's eyes flicked to his with a brief look of concern. Then he smiled sweetly. "Legolas, that was exquisite. You have a gift, pen vain."
"*I* have a gift," Legolas snorted as he turned over to face the twins. Elladan had raised himself on one elbow to look at him over Elrohir's shoulder. "Your gifts are truly unique. You two are the most talented lovers . . . I have never, ever in my life . . ." Legolas stopped, at a loss for words.
Both Elladan and Elrohir chuckled.
"And we are still just learning about each other," purred Elrohir. He gently bit Legolas on the shoulder. "We could be even better with practice."
Legolas sighed happily.
"If you wish, there could be many more nights like this in our future," Elladan said.
"How?" Legolas said. "You are going soon and I must remain behind, until such time as my father decides to release me."
Elladan smiled mysteriously. "Leave that to us, pen vain. I think we should have a talk with Thranduil. It's time he let go of his son and committed you to our tender care. What do you say, brother?"
"Most definitely," Elrohir grinned. "We should take our young friend to see our home in Imladris." He caressed Legolas's chest. "We have a lot to experience together."
Elrohir laughed again at the look of yearning on Legolas's face. He could still feel the prince's thoughts and his eagerness at the idea of coming with them was charming. He found himself warmed as well by the idea that the three of them might adventure in the wilds together for a while. He had to admit that the prince had enchanted him.
Outside the storm was abating, the rain falling with a soft intermittent patter, a delightfully sensuous sound. Elrohir felt himself stirring to life again. His hand moved lower seeking his brother's cock.
"Do you think you are up for more, brother?" he said.
Legolas groaned and sat up. "What time is it?"
"Quite late, I should think," said Elladan. "My insatiable brother notwithstanding, it might be wise for Legolas to sneak off to his own room, before we are discovered."
"I don't want to go yet," Legolas said. "It's too pleasant right here." He put his arm over Elrohir, nuzzling his neck.
Elladan got up and went to the wash basin where he got a cloth and soap and cleaned himself off. He returned and washed his brother and Legolas. "If we're careful, there will be more evenings like this," he chided. "If not, there won't."
Legolas sighed. "You are right, meleth." He climbed off the bed and looked around. "Now where in Middle Earth are my clothes?"
Suddenly they heard a sound they all dreaded: a heavy knock on their door. They froze. The knocking grew louder. They heard Talagan's voice outside. "Sons of Elrond. Are you within? The king is coming and desires to speak with you."
Elladan put his finger to his lips and Legolas frantically began searching for his clothes. They were all piled together in various places in the room. Legolas held up his leggings, hopelessly wadded up and turned inside out. The prince's lips twitched in suppressed laughter. Elrohir got up and began trying to help him, picking up cloaks and tunics and throwing them to the side.
Then they heard Thranduil's voice. "Elladan! Elrohir! Open up. Now!"
* úthaes nîn - my temptation
* gerich veleth nîn, gîl gûren - you have my love, star of my heart
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