Title: Never Enough 
Author: Crista 
Rating: NC-17 
Paring(s): Elladan/Elrohir, Legolas/Thranduil, Legolas/Elrohir/Elladan, 
reference to Glorfindel/Erestor 
Warning(s): Abuse, rape, incest 
Author’s Note: Things in *stars* are emphasized, things written <like this> 
are thoughts. 
Summary: Legolas learns to love again. 
Disclaimer: Not mine no profit, don’t sue. 
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the fic title in the subject line. Happy reading. 
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Prologue 
 
   “You’re a disgrace!”    Thranduil spat. Legolas winced in pain as his 
father kicked him, the toe of his boot jabbing sharply into the tender spot just 
below the ribcage. Legolas curled up into a tight ball on the floor, only to 
receive another blow, this one to his side.  Legolas whispered softly through 
his tears, and Thranduil raised one eyebrow, gazing contemptuously at his 
youngest son. 
   “Did you say something, child?” 
   Child. The word made anger run hot in Legolas’ blood, and the youngest 
prince of Mirkwood pulled himself into a sitting position and met his father’s 
gaze. 
   “I did what I had to. If I had not called a retreat, the entire patrol 
would be dead.” 
“Foolish boy!” Thranduil snapped, aiming another kick at his son, which 
Legolas managed to dodge. “We cannot keep loosing territory simply because you are 
over-cautious!” 
   “We cannot afford to loose guards because *you* are under-cautious!” 
Legolas snapped back. He knew instantly that his words had been a mistake; his 
father’s glare took on the dangerous, icy gleam it always acquired when Legolas 
said something unforgivable. 
   “You go too far, boy!” Thranduil yelled. “I am your father and your 
King, you owe me your respect!” 
   “I would be far more inclined to do so if you could at least show me the 
slightest hint of common courtesy, instead of treating me like a wayward 
animal!” Legolas shouted back, rising to his feet. He knew he had gone too far, but 
he was beyond caring about the consequences. 
   “You have done nothing to deserve such an honor!” Thranduil threw a 
punch, which Legolas managed to block, and his hands went to his knives. 
   “For two thousand years I have tried to serve you, tried to carry out 
your will, tried to be what you demand, and all I receive for my efforts is pain 
and ridicule! I wonder why I even try anymore, when it will clearly never be 
enough for you! You have never acted thus with my brothers; why can you not 
love me as you do them, why can you not accept what I am, instead of punishing me 
for it?!? I am what *you* have made me, and if it pleases you not, look to 
yourself when you seek for someone on whom to lay the blame!” 
   “That is quite enough.” Thranduil said coldly. “On you knees, boy.” 
Legolas did not move, and Thranduil snapped, “On your knees, or do I *assist* 
you?!?” 
   Legolas shut his eyes and, very slowly, sank to the ground. 
 
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Part I 
 
   “Ada, were we expecting anyone from Mirkwood?” 
“No, ion.” Elrond answered, looking up from his work to regard his younger 
son questioningly. “why do you ask?” 
   “There is a rider coming in who wears Mirkwood colors.” Elrohir 
answered. elrond frowned and rose, walking to the window of his study and looking out. 
Sure enough, a lone rider was visible, hood thrown back and long golden hair 
streaming out behind him. Elrond frowned, suspicion stirring in his mind. 
   “Fetch your brother, and we shall meet him.” Elrond said. Elrohir nodded 
and left, and Elrond headed outside. 
 
   “Legolas, we were not expecting you.” Elrond said. The youngest Prince 
of Mirkwood had changed a great deal since Elrond had seen him last, so many 
years ago; indeed, it was only the crest that the clasp of his cloak bore that 
betrayed him. He had been very young when Elrond had met him, admittedly, but 
it was not the difference in years that had changed him so. He looked far older 
than he was, or, to be more specific, he looked his age. Two thousand years 
is not terribly old for an Elf, but the time told on him as it might a mortal. 
The wide blue eyes were no longer merely thoughtful, as they had been when he 
was young, but now told of pain and hardship. His bearing was tentative, his 
movements not as smooth and graceful as an elf’s should have been. 
   “I hope I do not intrude, my Lord.” he said quietly, looking down and 
offering a deep bow. 
   “Not at all, young Prince.” Elrond replied, vaguely puzzled. Legolas had 
always been quiet, but now he seemed almost afraid to speak. “Indeed, it has 
been too long.” 
   The sound of footsteps alerted them both to the approach of the twins, 
and Elrond turned to see his sons approaching. “Ah, Elladan, Elrohir. This is 
Prince Legolas; I am not certain if you remember him. Legolas, my sons, Elladan 
and Elrohir.” 
   “Tis a pleasure.” he said quietly, inclining his head in greeting. The 
did likewise, their usual friendly nature somewhat dampened by Legolas’ 
discouraging silence. Even when he spoke, he seemed to do his utmost to avoid 
conversation. 
   “Would you two find him a room, please?” Elrond said to the twins. 
“Legolas, feel free to join us for dinner; I am sure you will hear the bells.” 
   “Thank you very much, my Lord.” Legolas answered, and followed the twins 
into the house. 
 
   “He is so quiet. Do you remember him being thus?” 
“Quiet, yes, but not like this.” Elrohir said. He sighed and fell back onto 
the bed, then continued, “Something is wrong.” 
   “I don’t get the impression he would be willing to tell us what.” 
Elladan pointed out, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 
   “No, that much is clear.” Elrohir sighed. “It’s a shame...he’s such a 
lovely Elf....if only he wasn’t so terribly shy.” 
   “What, looking to replace me?” Elladan said, and Elrohir chuckled. “Not 
at all, Ell. Come now, don’t pretend you didn’t notice.” 
   “Oh, I noticed, all right.” he confirmed. “I was only teasing, El-nin; 
you know as well as I we are of one mind in this, as we usually are.” 
   “Twins, two halves of a whole.” Elrohir finished. “Yes.” 
“I wish I knew what troubles him so.” 
   “That you might comfort him?” 
“My motives are not purely selfish.” Elladan objected. “Mistake me not; I 
would like very much to take him to bed, but I know well that he needs help far 
more than the complications such a fling might lead to.” 
   “If you seek to offer help, you first ought to seek his friendship.” 
“Advising me? You do not intend to involve yourself?” 
   “Oh, I do.” Elrohir answered. “At the moment, however, I think it best 
to let him be for a while. He has been hurt, that is obvious, and he will need 
time to start working through it on his own ere either of us interfere.” 
   “You are probably right, as always.” Elladan said, settling himself 
beside his brother. 
   “Of course I am.” Elrohir replied absently, turning his head to meet 
Elladan’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss. 
   “Mmm, enough, melethron, unless you mean to finish what you have 
started.” Elladan murmured, breaking the kiss. Elrohir sighed and subsided, resting 
his head against his brother’s shoulder. 
   “Do you want him for more than a night?” 
“Do you not know?” Elladan countered, and Elrohir nodded. “Aye. We are 
agreed.” 
 
   Legolas looked up at the sound of footsteps, surprised to see Elrond 
wandering the gardens so late at night. 
   “Could you not sleep either?” he inquired, sitting down beside the 
woodland Prince. Legolas shrugged one shoulder and nodded. Elrond sighed inwardly 
at the younger elf’s unwillingness to talk, and he said at length, “It has 
been long since you have visited the Hidden Vale, Legolas. What brings you here 
now, after so many years? You stopped coming around your tenth year.” 
   “That was when Nana died.” he said quietly. “She was the one who always 
brought me here. At first...my father was unwilling to bring me, and there 
were too many memories here, anyway. As to why now...” he shrugged again. “I 
needed to get out of the Greenwood.” he fell silent, but Elrond had not failed to 
notice the way his features tightened on the words “my father,” the way the 
shadows in his eyes darkened. 
   “You are welcome as long as you care to stay, of course. Perhaps you 
might become reacquainted with the gwynneth; you have not seen each other in a 
very long time.” 
   “I wish it were otherwise.” Legolas answered. “They are excellent 
company, though I fear my own is not what it once was.” he sighed. “I have changed 
a great deal since Nana passed.” 
   Elrond knew Legolas was not being entirely truthful, but he did not press 
the issue; for now, it was enough that Legolas was carrying on a 
conversation, albeit a somewhat depressing one. 
   “My sons are not who they once were, either.” Elrond said. “Celebrian 
was not often in Imladris, but she was still their mother...they still are not 
wholly healed of the loss.” 
   “Such wounds do not close quickly, if ever, and always leave scars.” 
Legolas said. He sighed. “The world is not always kind, and even our family 
cannot always be as we would wish it.” 
   “It would appear to be thus.” Elrond agreed quietly, wondering if 
perhaps Legolas would offer any insight as to his real reasons for coming to 
Imladris, but the blonde had fallen silent, content to simply gaze at the stars. 
 
   Time wore on in the valley, and slowly Legolas began to speak with less 
reserve, occasionally willing to go so far as to smile or laugh. And Elrohir 
said silently to his twin, “Now.” 
 
   Legolas met the twins at the river; they were already there, lounging in 
the shade of a large willow tree, Elrohir leaning against his brother. They 
looked up when Legolas arrived and offered identical smiles of greeting. Elrohir 
sat up and motioned the Prince over, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. 
   “Hello, Legolas.” he greeted. “Hungry now, or would you care for a swim 
first?” 
“A swim would be nice.” 
   “I agree.” Elladan put in. “It’s warm today.” 
“We are decided, then.” Elrohir said. He rose and offered Elladan his hand, 
pulling his brother to his feet. The three Elves shed their clothing, and 
Elladan cast an appreciative glance at Legolas. It didn’t go unnoticed, but the 
blonde just smiled and arched one eyebrow. Elladan laughed softly, and Elrohir 
rolled his eyes and cast a look of mock-reprimand in his twin’s direction. 
Elladan met his brother’s eyes for a long moment, an Elrohir snorted, fighting 
laughter. “Indeed.” he said, shaking his head. “Forgive us, Legolas.” 
   “I can’t help but feel you two are having conversations I cannot hear.” 
“Oh, we are.” Elrohir said, as he stepped into the water. “I don’t know how 
much you know about twins, Legolas-” 
   “But we are very nearly one person.” Elladan finished. “We feel each 
other’s feelings, hear and share our thoughts. We are joined in all respects save 
the physical.” he glanced at his brother, and both laughed softly. 
   “But you’re different.” Legolas pointed out, and Elrohir shrugged. 
“Think of it as different sides of one personality. It is much the same principle. 
Likewise, we” 
   “have been known to feel differently about things, or hold different 
opinions...it is much like mixed emotions within one’s self.” Elladan finished. 
He smiled impishly at Legolas and dove into the river, surfacing a short 
distance away and shaking his wet hair away from his face. 
   “Same soul, same bodies, same likes and dislikes...” 
“Same feelings, same thoughts, same loves.” Elrohir added, and Legolas could 
have sworn there was a note of seduction in the younger twin’s voice on the 
word “loves.” 
   “Race you to the rock, El.” Elladan said, and Elrohir laughed. “Be 
prepared for defeat, gwanur.” they both took off, gliding through the water with 
the ease and grace of fish. Legolas just watched as Elladan began to pull ahead, 
only to be caught around the waist by his brother. Elrohir pulled his twin 
back and into a fiercely passionate, patently unchaste kiss before abruptly 
letting go and taking the lead and the victory from a dazed Elladan. 
   “That is cheating, melethron!” Elladan protested, pinning Elrohir 
against the rock, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “You will pay for it most dearly.” 
   “Ell, we have company.” Elrohir reminded him, pushing his brother back 
and regarding a shocked Legolas slightly apologetically. “Our apologies, 
meldir, I shall make Ell wait until later to punish me.” 
   “Unless you would like to watch, or mayhap join in?” Elladan  put in, 
grinning at the blonde Prince. 
   “You needn’t be so blunt, Ell.” Elrohir chided, slipping away from his 
brother and swimming over to Legolas. “I am sorry if we upset you.” 
   “No...it was something of a shock, but...” 
“But?” Elrohir prompted, and Legolas blushed furiously. “But I cannot say I 
truly minded.” 
   “No? Many would be disgusted by us...by what we do together.” Elladan 
said, joining them. “Not just brothers, but twins, sleeping together, loving...” 
   “Same loves.” Elrohir repeated. “Yet we are not lovers as others 
are...we are not whole unto ourselves...we are one. We have the pleasure two lovers 
would, but not the same sort of love.” 
   “Think of us as one Elf...the physical is the only thing about us that 
cannot be wholly joined.” 
   “Though we do our level best.” Elrohir remarked, and Elladan smirked. 
“Indeed.” 
“This is not common knowledge, am I right?” Legolas said, and both nodded. 
“Why, then,” he continued, “are you telling me?” 
   The twins looked at each other, and Elladan nodded slightly at his 
brother. Elrohir took a deep breath and hesitated, looking at Legolas with a hint of 
nervousness in his grey gaze. “Would you have me be blunt?” 
   “If you answer my question.” 
“Very well, then. Simply put, we are telling you because we want you.” 
   “A third?” 
“A second.” Elladan corrected gently. Legolas took a deep breath and slowly 
let it out, and shook his head slightly. “I...” 
   “You do not have to make up your mind this instant.” Elrohir put in. “We 
will wait. And if you do not want to, it is certainly your choice. Should you 
decide against it, we will forget we ever had this discussion, mm?” 
   “You make a tempting offer, but...” 
“Hush. Think on it as you will, and let us talk of other things in the 
meantime.” 
 
   Legolas found Elrond in his study; it had been two weeks since that day 
with the twins, and he was no closer to a decision. Elrond looked up when 
Legolas entered the room and set aside his quill. “Legolas, come in.” 
   “If you are busy,...” Legolas began, but Elrond shook his head and 
motioned him over. “Not with anything that cannot be interrupted. Indeed, I was 
about to pause anyway. Please, have a seat.” Legolas did as he was bid, and 
Elrond regarded the young Prince and said gently, “You are troubled.” 
   “And I was not before?” 
“This is different, is it not?” Elrond countered, and Legolas nodded. “Aye, 
it is. It’s...well, it’s about your sons.” 
   “Ah.” Elrond said. “You found out?” 
“They told me.” 
   “Now that is something of a surprise.” Elrond remarked, half to himself. 
“It does not seem like them. Is that what the trouble is?” 
   “No...they explained it, and I think I understand it as much as I can...” 
“One soul, two bodies?” 
   “Aye.” 
“It is the best explanation there is. Go on.” 
   “They...they told me they want me. As a lover.” 
   Elrond exhaled slowly, closing his eyes briefly. “Ai, this is 
complicated.” 
“You could say that.” 
   “This raises issues of their intentions, the specifics of their 
relationship, of being the third...” 
   “All those things.” Legolas said. Elrond sighed. “Let us start with the 
first. Their intentions. I am reasonably certain they are interested in a more 
long-term involvement; I have never known them to take a third, which implies 
they do not do so purely out of lust. Knowing my sons, I would say you are 
unlikely to get hurt; they often make quick decisions, but that is because they 
know what they want, not because they do not think. They would not have 
brought it up if they were not serious.” Elrond paused, considering. “As to their 
relationship, that is nigh impossible to explain; I daresay they did a better 
job than I could. The only insight I can offer you is that they have long been 
content with only each other, for they share what lovers would as far as 
pleasure. Their love is different, however; in fact, love is not the right word to 
describe what is between them. They are part of each other; it is more the 
kind of vague affection you have for your better traits. There is a brother’s 
love between them as well, but as to a lover’s, that has never been there. I do 
not think they would pursue you if they did not feel that; physical enjoyment 
they have, but they lack that kind of love. You would not be the third; you 
would be the second.” 
   “Elladan...they said something along those lines.” 
“Of course they did; they understand how confusing this must be for you. The 
question you need to be asking yourself, Legolas, is do you want them? Do you 
want what they are offering, and are you prepared to give back in kind?” 
Legolas hesitated for a long moment, and at last rose and said softly, “Thank you, 
my Lord, for helping clear my mind.” 
 
   “You have forgotten how to love.” 
   The quiet words startled Legolas from his thoughts, and he looked up to se 
e Elrohir standing beside him. The dark Elf sat down next to the Prince, and 
he murmured softly, “What hurt could run so deep, that you loose the most 
important things within you? For that is why you hesitate, is it not? You want to 
love, to be loved, but you do not remember how, and you fear being hurt again. 
Hurt by someone who should care about you, who you thought you could trust.” 
Elrohir sighed. “You are broken, far more so than you would lead everyone to 
believe. You smile and laugh and live as though you are recovering, but you are 
not. You are just becoming more clever at hiding the wounds, and Ell and I 
let ourselves believe your little unspoken lies, and we have only made it worse. 
After that, we do not deserve you.” 
   Legolas did not know what to say to that; Elrohir was right, had seen 
into his very soul and understood it better than Legolas himself had, had summed 
up everything within him in a few eloquently simple sentences. 
   “I want so much to say yes to you both. I want to feel that, to be cared 
for and loved, but I do not think I have anything left within me to offer you 
in turn. I barely have enough feeling left for myself; how can I possibly give 
you anything? I have already lost too much of myself.” Legolas blinked back 
the tears that threatened to fall, and Elrohir wrapped comforting arms around 
the blonde. “I know.” he whispered, running his fingers gently through the 
fall of golden hair. “Legolas, I wish there was something, anything I could do to 
make you feel better. I would take away all your hurt if I could, but even if 
it were possible, you would never let me. Sometimes you have your father’s 
pride.” 
   At that, Legolas’ defenses crumbled, and he let the tears fall, let 
Elrohir pull him close and simply hold him as he cried, finally giving vent to some 
small part of the emotional storm within him. He could not say afterward how 
much time passed until at last there were no more tears within him, until he 
could not tear another sob from his throat, but it felt like an eternity. 
   “Come with me.” Elrohir murmured, pulling the blonde to his feet and 
leading him back into the slumbering house, through deserted hallways and past 
closed doors until at last they arrived at the twin’s room. Elrohir opened the 
door and led Legolas inside, and the sound woke Elladan, who blinked sleepily 
and sat up. He regarded Legolas briefly, then nodded at Elrohir, who sighed 
softly and crossed the room to the dresser, rummaging around briefly in the top 
drawer and surfacing with a pair of loose, green sleep pants. “Here.” he said, 
handing them to Legolas. “The bathing chamber is through that door; get 
changed and come back.” Legolas nodded silently and left, and Elrohir sat down 
heavily on the edge of the bed. 
   <That bad?> 
<Worse.> Elrohir replied. <We made a mistake. He needs more time, on the 
order of centuries.> 
   Elrohir felt a twinge of concern, worry, and sympathy, tinged with vague 
horror and self-hatred from his twin, and Elladan sighed. <If only we had 
known.> 
   <We *did* know, we just did not want to!> Elrohir snapped, irritated. 
<The signs were all there, and we chose not to see them!> 
   <Do not vent your anger on me, it is your fault as much as mine!> Elladan 
answered, his tone becoming angry. <Take your part of the blame like a 
warrior, and I will bear mine.> 
   The twins were looking daggers at each other when Legolas walked back 
into the room, but abruptly subsided at the sound of his entrance, glancing down, 
shamefaced. Elrohir motioned Legolas over and rose, giving his place on the 
bed to the Prince and retreating into the bathroom to change. He returned 
shortly, tossing his clothes carelessly onto a chair and joining the other two. 
   “You need some rest, Legolas.” he murmured. “We’ll behave, we promise. 
Lie down.” Legolas did so, and Elrohir slid into bed after him, draping one 
arm gently around Legolas’ waist. Elladan pulled the covers over the three of 
them and pressed a brief, chaste kiss to Legolas’ cheek. “Get some sleep.” he 
murmured, and Legolas could not have done otherwise if he had wanted to. 
 
   Legolas woke to find Elrohir gone, and Elladan still sound asleep. He 
sighed and did not move, too warm and comfortable where he was and unwilling to 
wake the elder twin. He lay still for a long time, watching Elladan sleep. The 
grey eyes were half-closed and unfocused, his ebony hair spilling loose across 
the pillow, his features relaxed, his breathing deep and even. His lips were 
slightly parted, and Legolas’ less rational side was screaming for him to kiss 
those lips and give himself over to both the twins, to let them love him in 
every way possible. 
   “Finally awake, I see. More than I can say for my brother.” Elrohir’s ton 
e was amused, and Legolas looked up to see the younger twin leaning against 
the doorframe to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. 
   “So it would appear. Quel amrun, Elrohir.” 
“Quel amrun.” he answered, heading towards the wardrobe, pushing damp hair 
from his eyes. “Elladan, it is late.” he said, and his twin groaned and shut 
his eyes, rolling onto his stomach and muttering incoherently. 
   “You shall miss breakfast.” Elrohir added, but Elladan did not respond. 
Elrohir made an exasperated noise and headed over to the bed, turning Elladan 
onto his back and meeting his lips in a searing kiss. Elladan moaned into his 
brother’s mouth and pulled Elrohir closer, returning the kiss with equal fire. 
They eventually parted, breathing heavily, and Elrohir rose. “Get up, 
brother.” he said, and Elladan reluctantly sat up, blinking sleepily. “Quel amrun, 
Legolas. Feel any better?” 
   “Quel amrun, Ell, and a bit, thank you.” 
“It is the least we can offer, after putting you in such a difficult 
position.” Elrohir said, a touch of bitterness in his tone. “That, unfortunately, 
cannot be amended.’ 
   “But if you need us, we are here. If you are ever ready to talk, if you 
ever need help, you can come to us.” Elladan said. “Our aid, our friendship, 
will always be yours.” 
   “Thank you. Both of you.” Legolas said quietly. “I am sorry I cannot 
give you what you seek. I would if I could.” 
   “We know.” Elladan soothed, coming to wrap his arms loosely around the 
blonde Prince. “We know.” 
 
   The clang of steel resounded across the training field as Elladan threw 
himself into the fight with the sort of wild energy he only ever unleashed when 
upset. Glorfindel did not comment on this, just concentrated on warding off 
the younger Elf’s onslaught. Glorfindel was the finest warrior in Imladris, 
arguably in all Elvendom, but he found himself hard-pressed by Elladan’s 
unpredictable, brutal ferocity. 
   With a ragged breath, Elladan abruptly threw his sword to the ground and 
turned away, leaving the practice ring and falling to his knees on the grass 
just beyond it. With a worried frown, Glorfindel set his sword aside and 
hurried after him, startled to find tears rolling down Elladan’s cheeks. The dark 
Elf bowed his head, letting his raven hair hide his face, and Glorfindel knelt 
beside his former pupil, placing a hesitant hand on his shoulder. In all 
honesty, he had no idea what to do; Elrohir was by far the more sensitive of the 
twins, infinitely more likely to cry than his brother; Elladan would vent his 
emotions on the practice field and leave it at that. Glorfindel could barely 
remember the last time Elladan had wept. 
   “I’m sorry, ‘Fin, this is not your fault.” he made as if to rise, but 
Glorfindel restrained him with one strong arm. “What is wrong, Elladan?” 
   “It’s nothing, ‘Fin.” 
“If this is “nothing,” I would hate to see “something.” Come now, Ell, you 
can tell me.” 
   And so he did, whispering softly through his tears of his feelings, of 
Legolas’ pain, of his folly in letting himself believe Legolas was ready... 
   “The last thing I ever wanted was to hurt him.” Elladan said, choking on 
his words as he said them. “I love him, ‘Fin. I never wanted this.” 
   “Oh, Ell, you have made a mess of things.” Glorfindel murmured, wrapping 
his arms around the elder twin. “I don’t mean just him, either...look what 
you’ve done to yourself.” 
   “I hate feeling this way.” Elladan murmured, burying his face in the 
Elda’s golden hair. “I have never loved like this....I hope I never do again.” 
He fell silent, save for the soft sounds of his sobs, and Glorfindel said 
nothing, just pulled Elladan closer and let him cry. 
   Noiselessly, Legolas wiped away tears he hadn’t realized had fallen and 
turned away, Elladan’s words still echoing in his mind. 
   “I have never loved like this....I hope I never do again.” 
 
   “I think I had better leave.” Legolas said, and Elrond frowned. “So 
soon?” 
“I fear I have worn out my welcome, at least as far as your sons are 
concerned. I thank you for your hospitality.” 
   “Legolas-” 
“I must go, my Lord. I cannot stay here anymore.” Legolas nodded 
respectfully and left the room. Elrond sighed and watched him go, shaking his head 
slightly. “If not here, where then will you go?” he said, half to himself. “They 
will be as pained by your absence as your presence, Prince of Mirkwood. I can 
only hope you understand that, someday.” 
   “Someday?” Erestor echoed, seeming to appear out of nowhere. “I think we 
have all had enough of “someday.” Tomorrow, next week, next month, a year, 
these are times we can measure, things we can understand, limits our hearts can 
accept. Someday....we do not know when it is, what will have happened to 
change us. It is too meager a hope to sustain a heart. Someday all too often 
becomes never.” 
   Elrond regarded his Chief Advisor in mild surprise. “You knew about this?” 
   “Elrohir is in pieces.” Erestor said, by way of reply. “Let him go, 
Elrond. Mayhap it is better for all of them.” he sighed. “You cannot win every 
battle. Sometimes you loose even the important ones. You know this; you have 
known it for a very long time. Sooner or later, they had to loose.” 
   “They have already lost. They lost when their mother was tortured and 
raped, they lost when she started to fade, the lost when she left us!” Elrond 
snapped. “Do they not deserve happiness?” 
   “We do not always get what we deserve.” Erestor murmured. “Did Celebrian 
deserve what she got? Did you deserve that pain? Did they? Do not speak of 
justice and deserving. The world is not so orderly and simple as you would like 
it.” Erestor replied, rather sharply. “If what we have earned had anything to 
do with our fates, Glorfindel would still be a Lord of Gondolin, my family 
would not have died in Alqualonde, and Gil-Galad would not have fallen in the 
Last Alliance. Speak not to me if you talk of an ideal world. Such a thing does 
not exist.” 
 
   Glorfindel watched sadly as Legolas mounted his horse, settling himself 
upon the stallion’s back. 
   “I suppose I cannot convince you to stay.” Glorfindel said at last, and 
Legolas sighed. “If it were a matter of what I want, I would. As it is, I must 
go.” 
   “Where to?” 
“To Mirkwood. Where else would I go, if not home?” 
   “You seek to end your pain and yet you return to the very place where it 
was spawned. You are very foolish sometimes, Prince.” 
   “It is said love makes fools of us all. I believe it.” he answered. 
Glorfindel shook his head slightly. “As you will. Namarie, Legolas. Safe journey, 
and more importantly, safe arrival.” 
   “Hannon le, Glorfindel. Go well.” Legolas dug his heels gently into his 
horse’s flanks and left, and Glorfindel watched him ride away. 
   <I hope you have the sense to come back, pen-neth. If you think you are 
in pain now, you do not want to know your future.> 
 
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Part II 
 
   “You need to get out of here.” 
“Thiliel, I cannot just leave.” 
   “Brother mine, look at yourself.” she said, pulling him to his feet and 
leading him in front of the mirror. “You are not what you were; it is in your 
eyes, your face. You’re not eating, you do not sleep, you’re bruised-” 
   “Do not speak of it!” he hissed. “It is no concern of yours.” 
“Legolas...you are fading.” 
   “I am not fading, muinthel.” 
“I will not let you die!” 
   “I am not dying, Thiliel. I am fine.” 
“No.” she whispered, brushing her fingers over the deep hollows in his 
cheeks, the dark circles under dulled blue eyes, bloodless lips, pale skin. “No, 
Legolas, you are not.” 
 
   “Disgusting.” 
   “Coward.” 
   “Worthless.” 
   “Pathetic.” 
   “You do not deserve the honor of being called Prince, much less my son. I 
could never love you; always you reflect poorly upon me, upon all I have made 
this kingdom into. You deserve less than nothing!” 
   “You will pay.” 
   “On your knees. Take off your clothes.” 
   “Be silent!” 
   “So tight...” 
   Legolas’ eyes snapped open, his hand on the knife he kept by his bedside. 
   “I will not hurt you, Legolas.” Annion murmured, extending his hands, 
palms up. “I did not mean to frighten you.” 
   “It is late, gwanur, what are you doing here?” 
“Getting you out of Mirkwood. Get dressed.” 
   “Annion-” 
“I will not suffer you to argue with me about this, Legolas. Thiliel is quiet 
and sweet and easy to sway, but I am not your sister. You are leaving, and I 
am riding with you to be sure you do so.” 
   “Father will be furious with you.” 
“I doubt he could impose any hurt on me greater than those which I am sparing 
you.” Annion said, handing his brother his traveling clothes and turning his 
back. Legolas quickly changed, and his elder brother went to the window, sharp 
eyes piercing the night. 
   “The grounds are empty. Come, and bring your weapons. Orcs have been 
multiplying of late.” Legolas nodded and slung his bow and quiver onto his back, 
sliding his knives into their sheathes and checking his right boot for the 
slender dagger he kept in it in case of emergency. Annion smiled slightly at that; 
he had given Legolas that dagger as a present many years ago. 
   “Come, we do not have much time.” he murmured, and led Legolas silently 
to the stables. Legolas abruptly froze at the sound of footsteps, but relaxed 
when Thiliel came into view. 
   “I could not let you leave without saying goodbye.” she said. “Your 
horse is ready; Luinbril is waiting in the stables.” 
   “I had not realized you three were all in league.” Legolas remarked 
dryly. 
“We do not like seeing you suffer, ‘Las.” Annion said, pulling his brother 
into a tight embrace. 
   “I will miss you, ‘Las.” Thiliel murmured, wrapping her arms around him. 
Annion moved away, giving her room, and Legolas sighed softly, pulling her 
closer and pressing gentle kisses to her cheeks. “And I you, Thili.” 
   “Come, brother, time presses.” Annion said, and he led them both to the 
stables, where Luinbril, the eldest, stood waiting with his brothers’ horses. 
   “Take care, brother.” he said, embracing his youngest sibling briefly. 
“Do not return here, pen-neth; I fear you would not survive it. You will be 
safe in Imladris.” 
   “Imladris?!?” Legolas hissed. “I cannot go back to the Hidden Vale!” 
“It is the safest place, ‘Las; Adar will not go within twenty leagues of the 
valley unless forced.” 
   “I would rather not see the twins again.” Legolas said, and Annion 
frowned. “You always got along with them very well. What happened?” 
   “Discuss it on the road, gwanur.” Luinbril said. “Whatever it was, it 
cannot possibly be worse than what has happened here. Go, Legolas, and may 
Elbereth bless you.” 
   “Come.” Annion added, mounting his horse. Legolas sighed and did the 
same. “Namarie, then.” 
   “We will see you again, ‘Las, we promise you that.” Thiliel reassured. 
“Now go, you must be out of the woods by dawn.” 
   “We have a hard ride ahead; already we have tarried too long.” Annion 
added. “I shall be back as soon as I am able.” he nodded his farewell to his 
siblings, and he and Legolas set out, soon fading into the night. 
 
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Part III 
 
   “Legolas?” Elladan breathed, disbelief written on his face. “I did not 
think you would ever come back.” 
   “His face speaks to his reasons.” Elrohir said quietly. “You do not look 
your best, ernil-nin.” 
   “It is why I brought him.” Annion said. Elrohir nodded. “You did well. I 
daresay he would not have come on his own.” 
   “Yet I am glad to see you both, in spite of everything.” Legolas said, 
and both twins smiled slightly. “It is good to see you as well, meldir.” 
Elrohir replied. 
   “Though it is a shame our meeting is not due to happier circumstances.” 
Elladan added. “Come, we shall escort you the rest of the way. Annion, will 
you be staying?” 
   “Only for a little while. I must return to Mirkwood, now that I have 
ensured my brother is safe. I trust you two can keep him in the valley and out of 
harm’s way?” 
   “Do not treat me like a child, Annion, I am only five years your 
junior.” Legolas retorted, and Elladan chuckled. “At least you have retained a bit of 
your spirit.” 
   “My heart is lighter than it was, being away from the Greenwood.” 
“I do not doubt it.” Elrohir said, a touch of sadness in his voice. “Come. 
Adar will doubtless be pleased to see you again, and Arwen is home from 
Lothlorien. I don’t believe you’ve met?” 
   “No, we haven’t, though I have heard naught but good about her.” 
“Then you clearly have not heard about her from us!” Elladan exclaimed, 
laughing. “All the same, you will like her, I am certain.” 
   “It is good to have you back.” Elrohir said, and Legolas smiled sadly. 
“I wish things had been different.” 
   “So do we.” Elrohir shrugged. “Wishing, however, does not change the 
past. It is done, Legolas.” he sighed and turned to the path ahead, and they all 
fell silent. 
 
   They found Elrond in the living area they all shared, sitting with Arwen, 
Erestor, and Glorfindel. The latter two were sharing one of the large 
armchairs, Erestor settled on Glorfindel’s lap, his head resting against the Elda’s 
strong shoulder. Arwen and Elrond shared the couch opposite, and they were 
clearly in the midst of a game of chess. Absently, Elrohir glanced at the board 
and saw that Arwen was winning; hardly a surprise, as she was the best player 
of the family. 
   “Adar, we have guests.” 
“Oh?” Elrond looked up, and he smiled and rose. “Legolas, Annion, welcome.” 
   “I hope we do not intrude?” Annion inquired, and Elrond shook his head. 
“Not at all. Though, I must say,” he continued, glancing at Legolas, “I did 
not expect to see your brother anytime soon. Still, the surprise is not an 
unpleasant one. Come, all of you, sit.” They did so, and Elrond returned to the 
game, considering a moment, then moving his queen. Erestor clicked his tongue 
softly, and Arwen smiled evilly and took the piece with her knight. Elrond gave 
a soft, short exhale. “I cannot believe I missed that. The journey was safe, I 
trust?” 
   “Quite uneventful.” Annion answered. “Which was well; there have been 
more than enough troubles at home.” 
   “Attacks?” Elrond questioned, and Annion sighed. “Family troubles.” 
“Was that what brought you here last time?” Elrond questioned, looking up 
sharply at Legolas. The blonde Prince merely nodded, looking down. 
   “When we were swimming...” Elrohir said, his eyes widening. “There were 
whipscars on your back.” 
   “Elbereth, ‘Las...it wasn’t...” Elladan said, and Legolas nodded 
slightly. “It was.” 
“You should never have left!” Elrohir cried. “Forget *our* troubles, 
Legolas, we are not worth that! You should have stayed!” 
   “I did not want to hurt you-” 
“And we did not want to hurt you, or to see you hurt! Ai, ‘Las...” Elrohir 
trailed off, too overwhelmed for words. 
   “Alas that it did not stop there.” Annion murmured, and Legolas turned 
furious eyes on his brother. “That information is *not* yours to share!” 
   “Then tell them yourselves, because I am sick of watching you pretend it 
did not happen!” Annion retorted. “It cannot be undone, but you will *never* 
stop hurting if you cannot even accept it enough to admit that it happened! 
Whipscars? Those scars are *nothing!* You do not need to feel this way, Legolas; 
you are doing this to yourself! Why can you not let yourself heal?!?” 
   “There is no healing so deep a wound! You cannot even *begin* to 
comprehend what this feels like, Annion!” 
   “Peace, both of you.” Erestor said, straightening and glancing sternly 
at both Mirkwood princes. “It is Legolas’ choice, Annion. Certainly he has 
been hurt enough as it is, without being forced to speak of things he would 
prefer not to share?” 
   “He has a point.” Glorfindel remarked, and Erestor turned to look at 
him, vaguely irritated. “Thank you, Glorfindel, but I do not require your 
assistance.” 
   “Of course not.” he replied, a touch of amusement in his tone. “My 
apologies, meleth-nin.” 
   “Hm.” Erestor said dubiously, but returned his attention to the two 
princes. Annion reluctantly sighed and nodded, knowing better than to get into an 
argument with Erestor; it was worse than pointless. Legolas flashed a grateful 
look in Erestor’s direction and fell silent. 
   <Am I the only one who thinks...> 
<No.> Elladan answered grimly. <No, brother, you are not.> 
 
   “You need to eat, Legolas.” 
“I’m not hungry.” 
   “Obviously.” Elladan remarked. “Still, we wouldn’t want you to waste 
away. Have a little food.” 
   “Elladan, Elrohir, your concern is appreciated but completely 
unnecessary.” 
“Adar, would you excuse us for a moment?” Elrohir asked, and Elrond nodded. 
The twins led Legolas out of the dining hall and down the corridor to their 
room. 
   “We understand that you are hurting-” 
“But that does not mean you may mistreat your body simply because another 
has.” Elrohir finished. He was pacing anxiously, far more agitated than he 
generally allowed himself to be, and Elladan was fidgeting, caught somewhere between 
anger and concern. 
   “How did you know?” 
“It is obvious.” Elrohir said. He stopped in front of the prince and reached 
out one hand towards him; Legolas instinctively flinched away, feeling his 
heart start racing. “See? Even if I did not know before, I know now. I remember 
what Naneth was like, after it happened to her.” 
   “By Elbereth, I would kill Thranduil if I could.” Elladan hissed, 
kicking at the bedpost. “To think he calls himself a King!” 
   Elrohir echoed the sentiment, albeit more quietly. “He does not deserve 
you, Legolas.” 
   “Your brother was right, you know.” Elladan added. “Annion sees much.” 
“You need to let yourself feel that pain.” Elrohir said. “You need to let 
yourself feel it and understand it so you can deal with it. Say, it, ‘Las. Tell 
me what happened.” 
   “Elrohir, I-” 
“Say it.” he repeated flatly. “You will have no rest until you do.” 
   Legolas looked down, refusing to meet Elrohir’s eyes, letting his hair 
hide his face as the words fell from his lips in a whisper. 
   “Again, louder. Look at me, ‘Las.” Elrohir said, and the Prince 
hesitantly raised his head and met Elrohir’s storm-grey eyes, which, though stern, 
were filled with compassion. 
   “My father raped me.” Legolas repeated, quietly, but in his normal voice. 
   “Again.” 
   “My father raped me.” 
   “You can say the words. Now believe them. Once more, meldir.” Legolas 
was silent for a long moment, then at last, he forced the words out, choking on 
them as he did so, tears spilling from his sapphire eyes. “My father raped me.” 
   “Ai, ‘Las...” Elrohir murmured, and he gathered the blonde into his arms 
and sat down on the edge of the bed. Elladan sat on the Prince’s other side 
and began gently stroking the golden hair, murmuring soft reassurances along 
with his brother. Legolas buried his face in Elrohir’s raven hair, and the 
younger twin sighed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Legolas’ head. 
   “You did well.” he murmured. “Naneth could never say it. Never once did 
the word “rape” cross her lips. Ai, my beautiful Legolas, you will get 
better, you will.” 
   “How can you have such faith in my strength?” he whispered, and Elladan 
answered, “Because you are still alive, ernil-nin. You are not yet so broken 
as to be beyond repair.” Legolas turned to Elladan and looked at him for a long 
moment, before leaning forward and meeting the elder twin’s lips in a deep, 
passionate kiss. 
   “Not like this, ‘Las.” Elladan murmured, when they broke for air. “You 
are not ready for that yet, and neither am I.” 
   “Elladan plays rough.” Elrohir said, a hint of a smile on his lips. “He 
likes it hard and fast...even if you were ready to lie with another, you would 
not be ready for Elladan, I think. He lacks self-control.” Legolas smiled 
slightly, wiping away his remaining tears, and turned to face Elrohir, raising an 
inquisitive eyebrow. “And you?” 
   “He is more on the side of slow and sweet.” Elladan answered. “No less 
passionate than I am, but a slower burn.” 
   A flicker of lust sparkled in Legolas’ eyes, and Elrohir laughed softly. 
“Perhaps another time, ‘Las, if you still feel you want us.” 
   “I never did stop wanting you.” 
“Nice to hear.” Elladan remarked. “We never stopped wanting you either.” 
   “Elrohir...” Legolas trailed off, but the younger twin understood. 
“One kiss. No more.” he said. Legolas nodded and leaned forward, and Elrohir 
met him halfway, pressing their lips together, gently deepening the kiss into 
an almost lazy exploration of each other’s mouths. They were right, Legolas 
decided, Elrohir was gentler, sweeter, less demanding than his twin. They 
parted with reluctance, and Elladan eyed them both with ill-concealed desire. “El, 
you are in for it tonight.” 
   “Mm, I look forward to it.” Elrohir answered, moving from Legolas’ side 
to share a kiss with Elladan. Legolas watched them as they kissed, entranced 
by the perfect harmony of their movements as the pulled each other closer. 
   “You look beautiful together.” Legolas said, and they both broke the 
kiss to look at him. Elrohir blushed slightly, while his twin bore the compliment 
with good grace, offering the blonde Prince a warm smile. “You are probably 
one of the only Elves who would think that.” 
   “Perhaps.” he allowed. There was a pause, and Legolas frowned slightly. 
“I am hungry.” 
   “About time.” Elladan remarked. “Come, they should still be at dinner.” 
“Your father will not mind?” 
   “He will be pleased to see you eating!” Elrohir answered, and the three 
returned to the dining hall. 
 
   The months wore on in the valley, and slowly Legolas began to recover. He 
started eating again, and sleeping. His nightmares became less frequent, and 
he began to open up to those around him, willing to hold a conversation or 
laugh at a joke and mean it. The sparkle had returned to his eyes, the color to 
his skin, the energy to his step, the fire to his spirit. He gained back the 
weight he had lost, constant practice with Glorfindel and the twins rebuilding 
the muscle that had melted away previously. Elrond would watch them practice 
sometimes, watch the way the twins and Legolas would linger longer than 
necessary when one pinned another to the ground in hand to hand combat, the way they 
would look at each other, the tension between them, and he knew it was only a 
matter of time. 
   “Too slow.” Elladan teased, leaning forward. “Yield, ‘Las?” 
“To you, gladly.” he murmured, and Elladan closed the rest of the distance 
between them. Legolas moaned softly into the kiss, and Elrohir closed his eyes 
briefly, feeling the echo of his twin’s feelings rush through him. 
   <Not here.> 
<I want this *now.*> 
   <In front of Ada and Glorfindel? Get off of him, it can wait until 
tonight.> Elrohir chided, and Elladan reluctantly agreed, pulling away and smiling 
at the slightly breathless prince beneath him. 
   “The winner deserves a prize, don’t you agree?” he said, rising and 
offering Legolas his hand. The blonde laughed and took it, allowing Elladan to 
pull him to his feet. 
   “May I have the next fight?” Elrohir inquired. “That is a prize I would 
dearly love to win.” 
   “Boys, a touch of propriety would be appreciated.” Elrond remarked, and 
Elladan laughed. “What do you mean, Ada? I didn’t take him here and now, did 
I?” 
   “Ell, please, neither Glorfindel nor I care to know the details of your 
relationship with Legolas. Nor Elrohir’s, come to that.” 
   “No one said anything about sharing details; I, for one, have no 
intention of doing so.” Elrohir put in. “Take a minute to catch your breath, ‘Las, 
and then it is my turn.” 
   “Incorrigible.” Glorfindel said, with a slight shake of his head. “Ah, 
to be young and in love.” 
   “You and Erestor are hardly any better, meldir.” Elrond pointed out. 
“Sometimes I feel like I’m surrounded by lovestruck Elflings barely past fifty.” 
   “Now Elrond, that’s hardly fair. Erestor and I are discrete-” 
“Oh? I seem to recall walking in on you two in a *very* compromising position 
only a few weeks ago...in the library, no less.” 
   Elladan burst out laughing at that, and Glorfindel colored somewhat in a 
rare display of embarrassment. 
   “Very well, I’ll own to that one.” the Elda said. “Although he was the 
one who started it.” 
   “Erestor?” Elrond said in disbelief. 
“You wouldn’t want to know.” Glorfindel informed him. “But yes, Erestor.” 
   “Now *I* am curious.” Elladan remarked. “Erestor does not strike me as 
the passionate type.” 
   Glorfindel laughed aloud at that, shaking his head slightly. “Oh, how 
very wrong you are.” 
   “I would not have guessed.” Elrohir remarked. “Come on, ‘Las, if you 
are ready.” 
“Just a moment.” he replied, unlacing his sweat-soaked tunic and tossing it 
aside. Elrohir’s eyes lingered for a long moment on the tracery of scars 
etched across the pale skin, but he made no comment, merely  took a defensive 
stance. Legolas did likewise, and the two circled warily until Elrohir at last 
struck. Legolas only just managed to dodge the blow, despite his speed; with 
Elladan, who relied more on strength, he could sometimes win, but Elrohir always 
beat the prince at his own game. 
   The fight lasted for some time, but eventually ended as all had known it 
would, with Elrohir astride the blonde, both breathing hard from exertion. 
   “Well fought, ‘Las.” Elrohir complimented. 
“You as well.” 
   “May I claim my prize?” 
“You may.” Legolas answered with a smile, tilting his head up to accept 
Elrohir’s kiss. 
   <Ai, this is perfection.> Elrohir thought, moaning softly against 
Legolas’ lips. 
<You’re far too coherent.> Elladan answered, and Elrohir smiled inwardly, but 
did not answer. Eventually, Elrohir and Legolas reluctantly parted, both 
breathing hard. Elrohir smiled and smoothed back Legolas’ golden hair, then got 
up, pulling the Prince to his feet as he did so. Legolas smiled in return and 
wiped his brow. “I am done for the day, I think. I am going to bathe.” 
   “A bath sounds wonderful.” Elladan agreed. “El?” 
“With such wonderful company, how could I resist?” he quipped. The three 
left the training field together, Legolas flanked by the twins, and Elrond smiled 
to himself. 
   “They seem a good match.” Glorfindel remarked, and Elrond nodded. “Aye, 
they do. I suspect heirs may be Arwen’s problem to worry about.” 
   “Ah well, they are happy.” 
“They are good for Legolas, certainly.” Elrond said. “He is much better.” 
   “I think it just might work.” Glorfindel said with an approving nod. 
“But come, we, unlike them, have duties to attend to.” 
 
   Elrohir smiled to himself at the sound of a knock on the door. 
“Come in.” he called, and Legolas stepped inside. Both twins were on the 
bed, Elrohir kneeling behind Elladan and removing his twin’s complicated braids. 
Elrohir’s own were already out, and his hair flowed liked obsidian silk down 
his back. Both he and Elladan were shirtless, and Legolas was glad he wore only 
in leggings and a simple, sleeveless summer tunic. 
   “We thought we might be seeing you tonight.” Elladan remarked. “Come, 
sit down; Elrohir will be done in a moment.” Legolas sat, and Elrohir looked up 
from his handful of dark hair to regard the blonde for a long moment. 
   “Today, on the practice field?” 
“Aye?” 
   “I could have taken you then.” Elrohir said honestly. “Though I suspect 
you know that perfectly well. Does it scare you?” 
   “A little.” Legolas admitted. “I am still nervous about the notion...but 
I trust you both.” 
   “Do you think you are ready for that?” Elladan asked. “I think you are 
ready to love again...I think you already do love us, am I right?” 
   “You are.” Legolas agreed, smiling slightly. 
“There is no hurry, if you are not ready to *make* love with us.” Elladan 
said. “And this, from the impatient one.” 
   “I want to.” Legolas said. 
“Then we will, but we will also go slowly.” Elrohir said, letting go of his 
brother’s hair. “And I want you to promise you will tell us if we make you u 
ncomfortable.” 
   “It is far from our intent.” Elladan replied with a smirk. Legolas 
laughed and pressed a brief kiss to Elladan’s cheek. “Then what is your intent, 
hm?” he purred, and Elladan glanced at Elrohir. “What do you think, El, shall 
we show him?” 
   “I think he would like that.” Elrohir agreed. He slid closer to the 
blonde and began unlacing Legolas’ tunic, trailing soft kisses down pale skin as 
it was exposed. Legolas shivered slightly, and Elladan smiled. “El does tend to 
have that effect.” he remarked, leaning over to sweep Legolas into a 
passionate kiss. Legolas moaned and leaned into Elladan, deepening the contact as 
Elrohir finally freed him of the tunic. 
   “You are beautiful, did you know?” Elrohir murmured in Legolas’ ear, 
gently sucking on the sensitive tip. Legolas gasped softly, and Elrohir smiled to 
himself, meeting his twin’s eyes as Elladan looked up to see what had caused 
Legolas’ reaction. 
   <Oh, this *will* be fun.> Elladan said silently. <He’s even more 
sensitive than you.> 
   <So it would appear.> Elrohir smiled wickedly at his twin. <Should be 
nice for you tonight, hm?> 
   <I plan on enjoying it.> Elladan responded, favoring Elrohir with a brief 
kiss over Legolas’ shoulder. 
   “I think we will not take you this night, ‘Las.” Elrohir said. Legolas 
raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Elrohir. “What did you have in mind, 
then?” 
   “Care to find out?” Elladan murmured with a slow, sensual smile. “Lie 
down, meleth.” 
   Legolas obliged, wondering what Elladan had in mind with a thrill of 
anticipation. The elder twin quickly unlaced the blonde’s leggings and peeled them 
off, leaving Legolas’ entire perfect body bare. Elrohir made a low noise of 
appreciation and pulled Legolas into another kiss as Elladan began exploring 
Legolas’ body, tracing the edges of scars and the contours of muscle with his 
tongue, licking and sucking at bronze nipples, memorizing every sensitive spot 
before at last dipping is head to gently swirl his tongue around the head of 
Legolas’ erection. The blonde moaned loudly, winding his fingers in Elladan’s 
hair, and Elrohir broke the kiss for a moment to murmur, “He’s better at this 
than I am, so he shall have the honor.” Legolas, however, did not reply, too 
caught up in the feeling for coherent thought. Elladan had taken in his entire 
considerable length, using every trick he knew to push the prince to the edge. 
   “Ai...oh...Ell, I am going to...ai...” Legolas gasped. Elladan just 
smiled inwardly and sucked harder. Sensing Legolas was close, Elladan hummed deep 
in his throat, letting the vibration undo his lover. Legolas spilled himself 
with a muffled scream, and Elladan swallowed his milky seed without a hint of 
reticence, letting the softening shaft slip from his mouth and licking his lips 
with a smile. 
   “Let me taste.” Elrohir murmured, pulling Elladan to him and kissing his 
twin deeply. Elladan moaned softly and arched against Elrohir, who smiled 
against Elladan’s lips and lay back, pulling the elder twin with him. 
   “Would you mind, ‘Las, if we amused ourselves while you catch your 
breath?” Elrohir asked. Legolas shook his head wordlessly, still too breathless to 
object and too entranced by the twins’ play to want to. 
   “Let’s get out of these leggings, mm?” Elrohir murmured, tugging at the 
lacings to Elladan’s and pushing them off the narrow hips. Elladan impatiently 
kicked the fabric off and quickly removed Elrohir’s as well, leaving skin to 
slide against skin. Elrohir groaned and arched into his twin’s touch, meeting 
Elladan’s rough kiss before the elder began nipping and sucking at his neck, 
leaving a trail of pink marks in his wake. 
   “Don’t tease.” Elrohir whispered breathlessly. “Take me, melethron.” 
“You’re sure you won’t be too tired?” 
   “Yes, I am. Ell...” 
“Calm yourself, I was only asking.” Elladan answered, reaching one hand 
under the pillows, returning with a small phial of oil. Elrohir rolled onto his 
stomach and pushed himself onto knees and elbows, glancing over his shoulder at 
Elladan, who coated his fingers in the oil and eased one into his brother’s 
passage. Elrohir tensed momentarily, then relaxed, and Elladan slid a second 
finger in, gently stretching. 
   “Now, Ell.” Elrohir said. 
“You’re not ready...” 
   “I am.” he said, leaving no room for argument. Elladan relented and 
slicked himself with more of the oil, then set aside the phial and sheathed 
himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Elrohir moaned and tensed again at the 
sudden intrusion, but the taut muscles relaxed soon enough, and Elladan started 
to thrust in earnest; hard, almost brutal strokes. 
   “Ai...Ell!” Elrohir cried, finally unable to take any more, Elladan 
moaned loudly as Elrohir came, inner muscles spasming around him, triggering his 
own release. he sank bonelessly onto the mattress, rolling off of Elrohir and 
regarding both his brother and Legolas with a slight, satisfied smile. 
   “That,” he said, “is why I won’t be taking you for a while yet, ‘Las.” 
“El was not jesting when he said you were rough.” Legolas answered, and he 
turned his gaze to the younger twin. “Doesn’t that hurt?” 
   “Maybe a little.” he answered with a slight shrug. “But then again, I am 
used to it. Even so...a little pain is well worth it.” he said with a smile, 
glancing affectionately at Elladan, who laughed softly but said nothing. 
   “Do you want to feel it?” Elrohir murmured. “Do you want to take me, 
‘Las?” 
“Take you?” he echoed, surprised. “But Ell just...” 
   “All the better; I’m already stretched and relaxed.” Elrohir pointed 
out. “If you don’t want to, it’s fine, but-” 
   “I want to.” Legolas interrupted. “Though I can’t imagine where you 
come by such stamina.” 
   “Years of hard work.” Elladan quipped. “And stretched or no, he should 
still find your sweet spot before he takes you.” 
   “I have no objections.” Elrohir said with a smile, and he rolled on his 
back. Elladan slid a pillow under Elrohir’s hips, and the younger twin looked 
up at Legolas. “I want to see your face when you take me.” he murmured. 
   “Here.” Elladan handed the oil to Legolas, who slicked his first two 
fingers with it before hesitantly, gently slipping one into Elrohir’s relaxed 
opening. 
   “All the way in, ‘Las, and crook your finger.” Elladan instructed 
lazily. Legolas did as he was told, probing gently until he brushed against 
something that made Elrohir cry out in pleasure and buck against Legolas. 
   “Avo daro, melethron...” he whispered, and Elladan smiled to himself. 
“Best take him before he looses patience.” 
   “I thought El was the one who liked it slow?” 
“Only up to a point.” Elrohir answered impatiently. “Go on, you won’t hurt 
me.” 
   “You won’t.” Elladan agreed, pouring the remaining oil onto his palm and 
slicking Legolas’ hard shaft with the slippery substance. Legolas moaned 
softly in pleasure as Elladan stroked him lazily in the process, and Elrohir 
slapped his brother’s hands away impatiently. “He is mine right now, and I don’t 
feel like sharing.” 
   “As you will.” Elladan answered, watching with no small amount of lust 
as Elrohir parted his legs for Legolas, then wrapped them around the Prince’s 
waist, pulling him in deeper and drawing low moans from both. 
   “Ai, ‘Las.” Elrohir groaned. “Move, melethron.” 
   Legolas hesitantly drew back and thrust again, taking his time to 
establish a midtempo rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow, as he found his 
confidence. 
   “Faster!” Elrohir cried, bucking his hips to meet Legolas’ thrust. The 
blonde obligingly upped the pace as they neared completion, aiming for the 
hidden spot in Elrohir’s body. 
   “Oh, I’m going to...ai, ‘Las!” Elrohir cried, unable to hold back any 
more. Legolas felt the warm splash of Elrohir’s release between them, and the 
younger twin’s inner muscles spasmed around Legolas’ hard shaft, pushing him 
over the edge with a cry. They both collapsed together on the bed, and Legolas 
reluctantly withdrew from Elrohir’s body and shifted off of him. 
   “Did you enjoy yourself?” Elladan murmured, drawing Legolas into a kiss 
before allowing the blonde to answer. 
   “I think I enjoyed Elrohir more.” he quipped, and the younger twin 
laughed. “And I enjoyed you, Legolas.” 
   “We must do it again sometime.” 
“Tomorrow night, say?” Elrohir replied, and Elladan smirked. “No, he is mine 
tomorrow. You had all the fun tonight.” 
   “Not all of it.” Elrohir pointed out. “Or has our little encounter so 
quickly slipped your mind?” 
   “Perhaps you need to *really* give me something to remember, hm?” 
“You are positively *begging* to be sore tomorrow morning. Were I not 
thoroughly exhausted, you would be.” Elrohir retorted. “As it is, I need some sleep.” 
   “Then rest.” Legolas said, favoring Elrohir with a kiss. “We will be 
here in the morning.” 
 
   Legolas woke to find himself trapped between the twins. He was facing 
Elladan, he eventually determined, so Elrohir must be the one behind him. Elladan 
shifted in his sleep, a frown creasing his features, and he buried his face 
in Legolas’ hair, clearly seeking to avoid the sunlight that was filtering into 
the bedchamber. 
   “You’ve already lost that battle, Ell darling.” Legolas murmured. 
Elladan made a protesting noise and burrowed deeper under the blankets. The motion 
caused his twin to stir, who blinked sleepily and woke without protest. 
   “Quel amrun, Legolas.” Elrohir murmured. “Sleep well?” 
“I did, and you?” 
   “Mm-hm.” Elrohir smiled. “I had wonderful dreams.” he added, the look 
in his eyes conveying exactly the nature of those dreams. Legolas smiled, 
tolerantly amused, and returned his attention to Elladan. 
   “You may as well give in an accept it, Elladan. It is morning, and you 
are awake.” 
   Elladan blinked a few times and glared at the blonde. “I was enjoying my 
dream.” 
   “If it was anything like mine...” Elrohir remarked, and Elladan laughed. 
“Probably, gwanur.” 
   “I am starving.” Legolas remarked, half to himself. He sat up, freeing 
himself from the tangle of limbs, then rose and began getting dressed. The 
twins exchanged amused glances and followed suit, and the three left the room in 
search of breakfast. 
 
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