Yawning and smiling simultaneously, the sleepy Legolas cuddled to the warm body that lay behind him. The breezes of the early morning were quite chilly; they almost made him shiver. Then he realized why he felt cold: he was soul naked. So was his bedmate.

Apparently, the other felt his hot flesh, hence he put his arms around Legolas' waist. "Please... Don't leave just now!" A sleepy voiced whispered, even somewhat temptingly. Slender, strong fingers caressed the prince's golden stresses.

"Nay, love. I don't intend to," he whispered back. "Unless you want me to."

"After last night, I wish you would never ever leave this bed of mine." To support this statement, he placed one light kiss on the other's neck.

Legolas gave a content sigh. What a night was it! I would have never thought such thing could happen to me here... His thoughts wondered back to the very beginning of the series of events that led him into those sheets.

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Legolas was leaping forward rather quickly, enjoying the wind that was toying with his long hair and tickled his ears. He loved the smell of the forest and the leaf-filtered sunshine just as much. But above all, he cherished the minutes when he was alone.

He was scarcely given the privilege of solitude, and whenever he had a chance of escaping the palace of his (in his opinion) overprotective father, he ran away, not bothering even with taking a horse. He would wander alone for days or even for weeks in the still enchanted woods of his home, or ocassionally as far as Imladris. His father would grow anxious and would punish him afterwards, nevertheless, he did not care. He was still young, his spirit longed for adventure and for the sounds of the nature instead of the boredom of the royal court and the babbling of the elven nobles that did not interest him. Although he had reached his adulthood, politics and the like were never on his mind. Sometimes he wished he had been naught but an ordinary elf. Then he'd have his precious freedom.

As he was making his way on the almost invisible paths, similar feelings awoke in his heart yet again. "Just why can my father not understand me? Or anyone else around me?" He spoke out loud bitterly. " Even if I am around many of my kin, I feel more lonely than here, with the friendly, peaceful trees, birds and beasts."

But as the surroundings cheered up his heart, he ceased his ranting and tried to enyjoy his little trip.

His feet unconsciously led him towards Imladris. For his mind, however, the destination was not important. At least, not yet.

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The journey was long, but nothing dangerous or unexpected delayed Legolas. The young prince reached the Last Homely House in a relatively short time, though it wasn't till he beheld the magnificient sight of the elven city did he realize just where he was. "Well, since I am here, why shouldn't I see the Lord Elrond and his household? It has been ages since my family last visited their friendly court. Probably even my father would be proud of me if I strengthened the relations of our kingdoms by the means of a kind visit," he smiled to himself slightly, then decided to take the path leading straight to the House of Elrond instead of approaching it from the wilderness, latter one being less polite if he wanted to be welcomed warmly. He traversed many creeks and glistening waterfalls as he went, wondering whether the elves of the city knew of his arrival by now.

Only a couple minutes have passed when Legolas' keen eyes spotted two raven-haired figure of the same size in front of him, moving rather fast in his direction. "So I am noticed," he smirked. "And I have not lesser but the princes of Imladris to escort me to the fair house of theirs."

Meanwhile, Elrohir and Elladan also noticed the blond elf. As they were covering the distance between them, both of the twins were stunned, for the prince was beautiful to behold, although his body was waried by his long journey. He was tall, lithe yet muscular, with an elegant air in his movements. His hair framed his exquisite face like the most valuable gold frames a picture of a Valar. The twins exchanged a meaningful look.

"It seems to me that the Prince of Greenwood has undergone a change since we saw him," Elrohir whispered to his brother.

"A change for good, that was. And this was even an understatement," added Elladan just as quietly. "I can only hope he wishes to stay with us for a long time, engracing the court with his mere presence."

"So can I."

"What leads you to the house of my people, young Prince of Greenwood?" Elladan spoke out louder, with much dignity in his voice, though his eyes were sparkling with friendliness. Or more.

Elrohir couldn't help it, he burst out in laughter at his twin's fake-strictness. Indeed, there wasn't any need of seriousness, for the three had known and appreciated each other for a considerable time. The lips of Legolas curled upwards, then his sweet mouth opened to release a laughter that was above every music ever composed by elf or man. The ears of the other two were awed by the melody. Elrohir forced himself to cease his bewildered gaze, and gave the blond prince a heartfelt welcome.

"Still, you have not answered my first question," Elladan pointed out. "What brings you here?"

"To tell you the truth, my friends, my soul was restless as ever and yearned for loneliness and peace. My feet seemed to have a will of their own, guiding me to such an amiable company."

"You flatter us, mellon-nîn. We have the pleasure in the opportunity of being your host." >>And you can't imagine how much pleasure it is, indeed.

Legolas woke up refreshed, nonetheless, he stayed in his luxurious guest-bed, enjoying the touch of the noble material of the sheets on his clean skin and the sounds and noises of dawn. Whilst lying peacefully, some pictures of the night's dream came back to him and a hazy film of steamy images began to play in his mind. The only amiss part of that motion picture was the elves with whom he shared those quite intimate moments. Because those were Elladan and Elrohir. That made him smile.

"How queer! Why should I dream of my friends in the role of lovers? Never ever did that thought cross my mind. Certainly, they are attractive, but they are males! And besides, my friends, my comrades! Ai, it must be the weariness, having its effect on my subconscious..."

Nevertheless, he found it very much pleasurable to recall his inner portrait of the gorgeous elven princes, kissing and caressing sensuously his entire body.

"No, no, no!" he shook his head in order to clean it from the sexually overcharged thoughts. "I am crazy; that was merely a weird dream, naught else. I should forget about it immediately." With that, he left his bed and ceased thinking about those (then) unrealistic and also slightly forbidden acts.

Not that love was not known to exist between members of the same gender of elves, but it was rare, therefore, as any other extraordinariness, was not accepted, at least not so easily. The only exception was Imladris. It followed straight from the nature of the Last Homely House. It served as sort of a refuge, a shelter for the (social) outcasts. Therefore, its residents had a more open mind. That is why the two princes of the realm could apprehend the beauty of their friend and became interested in establishing a deeper relationship with him. That was the subject of the twins' morning conversation as well. The black-haired pair was in Elladan's bed, looking into each other's amethyst eyes. Such irises were to found only in the bloodline of the most noble, even there, it was very rare. They gave a supernatural look to their owners, a beauty that comes not from Middle-Earth but from more distant shores. Consequently, they held a sexual appeal as well. Neither Elladan nor Elrohir was oblivious to that. Moreover, they intended to use it to their advantage. There was only one little problem: both had the same aim.

"Why should I give up on him for you?" Elrohir broke the silence and answered a previous demand of his sibling.

"Because you already have a lover, remember? Besides, I am the older."

"Oh, don't be silly. You know that she means practically nothing to me. And you are older than me merely with minutes. That is not the point. So answer me! Why can't we share him? We've shared so many things in our lives, including even lovers ... oh or maybe... you don't want me to have him because you have fallen in love?" demanded Elrohir in a slightly lower voice.

"And what if I have?" Elladan turned as red as a blooming rose.

"All the same. I had loved ones who warmed your bed, too... Ah, come on, Elladan, please, do not be so greedy!" he pleaded playfully.

"I don't know... And even then, you forgot one important fact: he is not in my arms just yet! Also, I would like you to be aware that he didn't even seem to notice our affection."

"For that I am even more inclined to seduce him. Ai, to watch those innocent blue eyes darken with the colour of passion... the very thought makes me ..."

"Ai, pray, don't continue, brother!" Elladan interrupted him "I am too much of a visual type for your words..." he grinned.

"Ah, my sensitive 'ladan... That's what I love you for." Elrohir smiled adorably, caressing a lock of the other's night-black mane.

"Back to our original subject... I propose you a deal." his eyes glittered wickedly. "We shall seduce our pretty Greenleaf together, but you make him fall in love with you; I won't strive to win his heart; he will choose between us. But we shall both provide him with, let me say, physical attention..."

Elladan burst out in laughter "You have the most cunning and twisted mind, dear brother!"

"So, what do you say?"

"Call it a deal! As long as I may supervise your >>physical attentions