Title: An Act Of Boredom
Author: Eremir ( eremir82@yahoo.se )
Website: http://leaves.forgottenjuliet.net/
Pairings: Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir
Rating: NC17
Summary: Elves everywhere are getting bored. What in middle-earth are 
they going to do with all their free time?
Warnings: Fluff, mild incest.
Disclaimer: All characters, names and places belong to Tolkien; I’m merely 
having my way with them.
Feedback: Love it!!!!!
Notes: This was my very first slash fic. *sentimental*


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Legolas walked quietly through the dark surroundings. Silent footsteps on 
the soft forest floor. His stride emitted the perfect grace with which only an 
elf could move. He felt the eyes of birds upon him, and smiled to the 
thought of what they must be thinking of him. The trees parted into a 
clearing, and before him lay a pool of silver, its water glowing and glittering 
in the moonlight. It was indeed a great place for reflection.

He sat down on a rounded boulder, wrapped his arms around his knees and 
closed his eyes. Listened to the song of the creek, as it was dancing its way 
into the gleaming pool.

He needed to sort his thoughts and emotions. They had been in such turmoil 
for the past few hours, and he needed this time to himself. He had been 
hiding in the gardens, just waiting for darkness to arrive, so that he could 
escape those watchful eyes that followed his every move. He had arrived in 
Imladris only a few days ago, and he realized just now that since he arrived 
he had not been left alone for a minute. Perhaps it was as they said, and they 
only wanted to spend time with him since he seldom visited Rivendell these 
days. But perhaps... Something else.

Legolas could not put his finger on it, but there was something in the way 
Elladan had looked at him. These little hints from Elrohir. Some question 
weighed on their minds, or maybe... It surely could not be as he suspected. 
Could it? Legolas could not quite figure them out. He must have misread 
them somehow. He decided to go over it all again, what had happened.

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Legolas had been wandering the peaceful paths of Mirkwood with a restless 
mind and soul for month after month. He longed for something to happen. 
He was utterly bored. Then came the day when his father, King Thranduil, 
returned from his journey to Imladris, where he had been conferring with 
Lord Elrond and the other elven elders over the rising orc-nuisance. At the 
table set for a feast, the king told everyone of his encounter with the lord 
and his kin. Later in the evening Thranduil took his youngest son aside.

“So how was your journey, adar?” Legolas asked.

“Did you not hear enough of my dealings with the house of Elrond during 
dinner?”

“Orcs this, orcs that. You did not answer my questions.” Legolas glared at 
his father. “How was your journey, really?”

The king smiled. His youngest son was not a fool. Nothing could escape 
those sharp cobalt eyes of his. Thranduil put an arm around his son’s 
shoulders and began walking.

“You have been feeling bored and restless of late, haven’t you my son?” 
Legolas froze in shock to this sudden question.

“Well, yes, but what does that have to do with...” his father hushed him 
before he could finish.

Thranduil lovingly caressed his young son’s face. “You are not the only 
one.” Legolas gave him a puzzled look.

“After meeting with lord Elrond,” Thranduil continued, “I am more certain 
than ever.”
Legolas held his breath in anticipation as his father came to the conclusion.

“The elves are bored.”

“The elves?” Legolas asked.

“All of them.” His father replied. Legolas eyes wandered the dark forest as 
he was seeking understanding to the words his father had spoken.

“You see my son, ever since the battle of the Last Alliance, when the dark 
lord was defeated and the orcs began to disappear, not much has happened. 
Everything has been quite peaceful, and our long lives simply keep moving 
slowly forward. This was the real reason why I visited Rivendell. To see if 
they were experiencing the same... emptiness, as we are. And it was so. 
Even as far from here as Lothlórien, elves are feeling low and depressed.”

“What are we to do, ada?” Legolas asked, this time clearly worried.

Thranduil chuckled, and once again wrapped an arm around his son. “Do 
not worry, my love. It is very easily helped. We simply have to find 
something to do with our time. My trip to Imladris helped me, and all those 
other elven leaders who came to Lord Elrond’s. We feasted for days, and 
rediscovered old friendships. It did us all good. It is also the reason my stay 
was extended.”

Legolas nodded his head as he was beginning to understand. His father 
turned to face him, put a steady hand on his shoulder, and looked him 
straight in the eye.

“Which brings me to why I wanted to talk to you tonight. I’ve been worried 
about you. Younger elves seem to be effected to a greater extent than others, 
and you are not an exception. Lord Elrond was equally worried about his 
sons, and since I recalled that they used to be your friends I went to talk with 
them.”

This conversation had taken an unexpected turn, and Legolas was very 
interested to know what the sons of Elrond could have said to his father.

“They said it had been a long time since they saw you, and they would love 
to have you come and stay with them in Rivendell for a while. I think it 
would do you good.”

The king witnessed a smile spread over his son’s face, and they embraced.

“I have missed you so much, ada. You have only just returned to me, and 
now I have to leave you?” Legolas said softly into his father’s ear, a tear 
growing in the corner of his eye.

Thranduil smiled from the loving words he received, and held his son all the 
tighter.
“Do not despair my precious little leaf. I never said you had to leave right 
away.”

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The next few days Legolas spent every moment with his father, preparing 
for his journey. He was very excited. Something out of the ordinary was 
going to happen, and Legolas was really looking forward to seeing his 
friends again. He did not know how many centuries since he last saw them.

He travelled alone on his horse. Enjoying the feeling of galloping over the 
fields with the wind licking his hair. Usually his solitude would have 
bothered him, but not this time.

He arrived at the gates of Rivendell during a most beautiful sunset, and lord 
Elrond himself welcomed him. They had a feast the likes, which Legolas 
had never seen, and he enjoyed the company of many other elves. It wasn’t 
until later that evening that he got to be alone with Elladan and Elrohir. The 
half-elven twins seemed most anxious to get the young prince away from 
the crowd. Lord Elrond had prepared it so that all three of them would be 
staying in a guesthouse, situated not far from the last homely house.

They walked up the broad, low steps set in grey stone, lined with bushes of 
the sweetest smelling pink roses, which lead to the beautiful little house. 
Green trees heavy with fruit grew outside every window. They stayed up 
half the night. Talking, drinking, laughing. After a very childish pillow 
fight, that completely tired them out, they all collapsed in a pile on the floor 
amongst the mess of pillows and sheets they had torn from their beds.

Legolas awoke the next morning to the feeling of the sole of a foot against 
his cheek. He quickly sat up, rubbing his face. Trying to recall the previous 
night. He looked down, only to see an entangled heap of arms and legs in 
front of him. It took a few seconds for his mind to clear up enough for him 
to be able to tell which legs were, in fact, his own. They were all naked, 
since it had been very warm during the night, and their clothes were 
scattered high and low throughout the large bedroom.

Legolas tried to untangle his legs from Elladan’s without waking him, but he 
severely failed. By grabbing the older twin’s knee he unintentionally tickled 
him, and through a reflex Elladan kicked. The kick landed on his brother’s 
chin, and Elrohir responded by kicking Legolas so hard in the chest that he 
yelped and landed on his back on the floor. Suddenly they were all wide-
awake.

During breakfast they laughed at the incident, and tried to calculate how 
much wine and cider they had really devoured the night before. They spent 
the whole day in each other’s company, riding through the nearby forests, 
visiting the beautiful gardens, and swimming in a quiet lagoon by the river. 
After their swim they lay on the bank, drying their skin in the sun.

Legolas lay on his stomach with a twin on either side. He smiled as the sun 
was warming his back, and he thought to himself that this was the best time 
he had had in many long years. It had indeed been a very good idea to come 
here.

He had almost fallen asleep when he felt a soft touch at the base of his neck. 
In one stroke it lightly travelled down his back, tracing the curve of his 
spine. The feather-light touch was about to reach the crease at the bottom of 
his body when he calmly stated:

“That tickles.”

The touch instantly stopped. He couldn’t be sure which of the twins had 
touched him or why, but he quickly forgot about it and went to sleep.

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A couple of hours later they rode back to the house. Legolas thought that 
both of the twins were looking at him in a peculiar way as they were riding 
along. But he forgot about that as well. A simply spectacular supper was 
waiting for them in Elrond’s dining room, and Legolas was not about to be 
late.

They ate and drank, and later there was singing and dancing in the great 
hall. Legolas and the twins were having great fun, and their laughter soon 
spread among the other elves. They left the party rather early, and went to a 
secluded part of the garden where they could lie down in the grass and look 
up at the stars. At first they laid there quietly, just admiring the clear night 
sky. However, it did not take long for Elrohir’s head to turn towards 
Legolas.

“By Elbereth, you are beautiful in the moonlight,” he said, and Legolas 
looked at him in surprise. “The way your hair shines of both silver and gold, 
a perfect frame for your ivory face.”

While he was saying this, Elrohir was curling a strand of that hair with his 
fingers. Legolas was stunned, and somewhat embarrassed to this sudden 
burst of flattery. He could not find any words to reply. Elrohir looked up and 
saw the awkwardness his friend was feeling. Realizing what he had just said 
he quickly added:

“I mean... in the dark, my hair is naught but black. I only wish I could 
possess beauty such as yours.”

Legolas tried to smile in acceptance of the compliment, but did not succeed 
very well. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. The twins kept 
silent as well, a faint blush fading on Elrohir’s cheeks. Once again their eyes 
turned to the sky above them. They silently watched the stars for a long 
time, until they finally returned to the guesthouse.

The bedroom was still a mess, since they hadn’t bothered to clean it that 
morning. They felt to lazy to do a real cleaning, so instead they pushed their 
beds together and just threw all the sheets and pillows on top. It was still a 
mess, but at least it was off the floor.

The guesthouse became equally hot this night, so without their clothes on 
they lay on the bed talking and playing games. Then they finally put out the 
lights and tried to sleep.

Legolas strangely found it too hot to sleep. The twins seemed to be sleeping 
all right, and Legolas could not figure out how they did it in this suffocating 
heat. He closed his eyes and tried again. He felt the others move in the bed. 
When he opened his eyes it seemed as if the twins were both lying closer to 
him than before. He tried again to sleep, felt the twins move, and when he 
opened his eyes he could definitely tell they were lying closer. This baffled 
him. Were they still awake after all? He shook his head and turned on his 
side.

He found a more comfortable position on the pillow, and was soon slipping 
into dreams. He was no longer a heavy body in a bed. He was light, and 
floating. He felt warm and safe. A strong arm was wrapped around his 
waist. A hand on his hip. A loving kiss on his forehead. Was it his father? 
Someone nuzzling his neck. Legolas groaned and started feeling flushed. 
This dream was getting uncomfortable. He felt hands, all over his body. He 
twisted in their grip and tossed his head from side to side. In a sudden flash 
he sat up in bed, breathing heavily.

Both of the twins were lying with their backs towards him, and he could not 
tell if they were awake or sleeping. He looked at them both for several 
minutes before he finally relaxed and sank back down into the pillows. He 
thought he heard a sigh from Elladan, but decided it was probably just the 
wind.

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The next morning Legolas had forgotten all about his disturbing dream. He 
was set on having as much fun as possible, and he would not let a few 
misunderstandings get in his way. The three of them were as cheerful and 
inseparable as ever. When they were in the garden, Elrond would look at 
them from his study and smile. He had not seen his sons this happy in a long 
time. Though, sometimes Legolas would see something else in his eyes. A 
sort of concern. But he would quickly forget it as he did anything else 
disturbing.

Another day went by and Legolas was beginning to feel right at home. The 
night was a little cooler than before, and the three elves slept closer together. 
This did not bother Legolas, quite the opposite. He was very comfortable.

The following morning they woke to the sound of rain against the roof. 
They spent most of the day in Elrond’s library, studying ancient folklore or 
teaching each other songs from their homelands. After a short while of 
running around in the rain they dried themselves in front of Elrond’s 
fireplace. He brought them hot tea and kept them company.

After dinner the three of them receded to the guesthouse. Their clothes were 
still a bit damp, so they took them off to sit naked among the pillows. After 
a while they started to invent new games, as they were bored with the old 
ones. They had lit candles all around the room, and Legolas reminisced 
about how he and his brothers used to spend rainy days when they were 
younger. Elrohir kept winning their newly invented game, and Elladan was 
not happy.

“You cheat!” he said.

“I have done no such thing!” Elrohir giggled, trying to look innocent.

“I think you have.” Elladan said with an evil grin across his face. Elrohir 
just shook his head.

“Yes, you have. And I’m going to make you confess!” he nearly shouted the 
last word as he attacked his little brother and started wrestling him around 
the bed.

“No, no, no!!” Elrohir chuckled unwillingly as his twin tickled him 
relentlessly. Legolas was laughing out loud as poor Elrohir was struggling to 
get free.

Finally Elladan got a hold of him, forced him on his back and straddled him, 
pinning his arms to the bed with a strong grip around each wrist. Elrohir 
gave up quickly.

“Confess!” Elladan ordered.

“Never!” Elrohir threw back in the same tone of voice. Legolas was 
laughing so hard his eyes began to water.

“It was he!” the defeated elf said, looking at Legolas. “He made it look like I 
was cheating!”

Elladan turned his head towards Legolas and a devilish smile curved his 
lips.

“No, no. No!” Legolas put his hand up in front of him as he realized what 
Elladan was about to do.

Legolas leapt of the bed and Elladan chased him around the room until he 
finally got a hold of his waist and threw him back on the bed. At that point 
Elrohir lunged at Elladan and they all rolled around in the bed until they 
collapsed with laughter. Legolas laughed so hard his stomach was hurting, 
and he couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed like that.

He was lying on his back. Elladan was between his legs, forehead resting on 
his chest. Beside them was Elrohir, with one leg over his brother’s back. 
They were all still laughing. Their bodies were shiny and slick with sweat, 
and Legolas stopped laughing as he suddenly became aware of his 
nakedness. The weight of someone else on top of his body was too much, 
and he swiftly wiggled his way out from under Elladan, sat up against the 
headboard, and covered himself up with a sheet. Elladan rolled over on his 
back and rested his head on his younger brother’s stomach instead.

They were both quiet now, but still smiling. Elrohir was gently stroking his 
brother’s hair, and when Elladan looked up at him there was so much love in 
his eyes that Legolas felt his heart skip a beat. Elladan closed his eyes and 
leaned into his brother’s touch. Then, Elrohir began to sing. The clearest, 
most angelic of voices filled the room, and it was as if the wind itself 
stopped to listen. Legolas had never heard the song before, and he could 
barely make out the elvish words, but it was so beautiful he almost wept.

For the first time Legolas understood how much the twins loved each other, 
and it was taking his breath away. Legolas had never been that intimate with 
his brothers, although, they were much older than him. He had always 
preferred the company of his father. Now that he saw the twins together he 
regretted that. He felt very stupid for being ashamed of his nakedness, when 
the twins clearly were completely comfortable with it.

It set off a trail of thought in his mind. They had been raised together, in 
exactly the same way. They were connected from birth, as close as two 
people can ever be. They were used to a different kind of intimacy than he 
was. Hence all the misunderstandings. He would have to speak with them of 
this later, but for now he did not want to ruin their beautiful moment.

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The next morning Legolas, for the first time in Rivendell, woke up on the 
edge of the bed. In the middle the twins lay, facing him. Elladan behind his 
brother, with his arms wrapped tightly around him. Still sleeping. Such envy 
suddenly came over Legolas, and before he knew it he had moved closer to 
the twins. So close he could feel Elrohir’s breath on his face. He pulled up a 
sheet over them and tried to go back to sleep.

He rested comfortably for a while, until he felt soft fingers gently stroking 
his cheek. He looked up at Elladan and their eyes met. He had a very strange 
look in his eyes, and he did not stop caressing Legolas’ face. Legolas came 
to wonder if someone ever would be able to feel the same affection for him 
as the twins did for each other.

Elladan’s hand left Legolas, and instead rested on Elrohir’s warm skin. He 
turned to his younger brother, lightly kissing his ear.

“Wake up, my love.” he whispered softly.

Elrohir groaned and turned his head without opening his eyes. Legolas’ eyes 
widened with amazement as Elladan bent his head and planted a soft, loving 
kiss on his brother’s lips. Elrohir lifted his hand to find the thick dark mane 
of his brother, and pull his head closer as the kiss deepened. He groaned 
again as their tongues met, and deeply pushed into the other’s mouth. Their 
tongues swirled around each other, and they kissed passionately for several 
excruciating seconds. Elladan gave his brother a final kiss on the lips before 
raising his head. Elrohir gave a sigh and sank into the pillows. He gazed up 
at his brother with a tired smile on his face.

“Good morning little brother.” Elladan smiled.

“Good morning. That was a peculiar way to wake me.”

Legolas was still staring at them with his mouth open. He did not understand 
what he had just witnessed. It did not take long before the twins turned to 
him.

“Is something the matter, Legolas?” Elrohir asked with a worried expression 
on his brow.
Legolas shook his head and got up to get dressed.

He was very quiet during breakfast, as he was trying to decide how he felt. 
He felt somewhat disturbed, because brothers weren’t suppose to kiss. Not 
in that manor anyway. But earlier he had been envious of them, and he still 
was. After all, was there really something wrong with being physically 
intimate with someone you love? He was so caught up in his brooding, that 
he did not notice the concerned looks he attracted from both the twins and 
their father.

After they had eaten, Elladan took Legolas aside and led him into the 
garden. They sat down in the shadow of a great tree, facing each other.

“We need to speak, Legolas.” Elladan said seriously. Legolas did not need 
to ask what he wished to speak of.

“I do not want to. Can we not simply forget it?” Legolas asked, worried that 
he would be forced to speak his mind. He did not know what underlying 
truth might reveal itself.

“No.” Elladan shook his head. “My brother and I are very close. We have a 
need to display our affection for one another, and it has been very hard for 
us to hold back in front of you. If what happened this morning disturbs you 
this much...”

“Forgive me.” Legolas said quickly, a lump forming in his throat. “I am 
simply not used to seeing...I don’t know. I mean I have never...My brothers 
and I...”

“I know.” Elladan put a supporting hand on his shoulder. “I suppose it is 
simply the way we were brought up. If you love someone, let him know it. 
Let him feel it. To merely say, ‘I love you’ is not always good enough.”

“I understand.”

And he did. They did not speak of this again, but Legolas had a feeling that 
he had not heard the end of it. During the day he would experience a hand 
on the shoulder, a brushing against his back, or a look from one of the twins 
in a completely different way than before. Simple touches that wouldn’t 
have given him a second thought yesterday, but today they were unnerving. 
As the day progressed, any physical interaction with the twins only made 
him feel increasingly uneasy. Any time he would slip away to be alone 
someone followed him and asked him if something was the matter. It was 
not until dinner that he was able to excuse himself early and disappear.

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The boulder was cold and hard beneath him, and he felt quite stiff after 
being perched on it for so many hours. Dawn was imminent, and the sky 
was already brighter in the east. The water in the pool was no longer 
gleaming, but merely reflecting the few lingering stars of the morning on its 
still, grey surface. There was no wind, and thus easy to hear the music of the 
early birds just awaking in the trees.

After going over the whole story in his head, Legolas still had no answer. 
Did the twins want what he thought they wanted from him, or was he 
deluding himself? And if they did want it, would he give it to them? Did he 
want it too?

His trail of thought was interrupted by voices behind him. He quickly 
turned, only to see Elladan and Elrohir coming towards the pool, clearly out 
of breath. He returned his gaze to the water as the twins came closer. They 
stopped a few paces away, and remained quiet. Eventually Legolas could 
not bear the silence anymore.

“Are you not going to say something?”

“We were worried...” they began, as Legolas stood up and came facing 
them.

“I am fine. I just needed a moment by myself. Could you not give me that?”

“You could have just told us.” Elrohir said, the pain obvious in his voice.

Elladan approached the blond prince and carefully put his arms around him, 
pulling him into a warm embrace. At first he froze to the touch, but not 
many seconds passed before he completely relaxed into Elladan’s arms and 
reciprocated the loving embrace. Legolas let his emotions take over, and he 
felt like he never wanted to let go. He disregarded all his previous doubts. 
How could something so good and wonderful possibly be wrong?

He realized a second pair of arms was around him, and he was receiving 
gentle kisses on his hair. He knew then, he would let go of himself. If they 
asked him, he would.

He buried his face against the warm skin of Elladan’s neck. He felt like 
crying, only he did not want them to see it. He did not need to struggle with 
his feelings anymore. He was free, and the power of the release was 
overwhelming. Comforting hands were stroking his back, and he realized 
they knew. They understood. There was no longer a need for words. He 
wanted to be with them, he wanted to belong to them. He loved them, and 
he knew they loved him too. They had only been too afraid to show it. And 
at last, Legolas too understood.

The sight of the brothers kissing was still fresh in his memory, and suddenly 
he felt an ache in his body like he never felt before. The warm embrace was 
no longer enough. He needed to be kissed. He needed it so badly, but was 
still afraid to ask. He pulled away from Elladan and looked into his hazel 
eyes.

Elladan knew Legolas well by now, and when the fair Mirkwood prince 
looked him so deeply in the eyes, there was no doubt what he wanted. 
Elladan was very careful in not stressing him, and was ever so gentle when 
he tilted his head and touched those exquisite, rosy lips with his own. 
Legolas instantly responded, and willingly opened his mouth to Elladan’s 
wet silky tongue.

His flesh was burning with desire, and he moaned with excitement into the 
other elf’s mouth. Elladan’s tongue was pushing deep inside him, exploring 
his wet cavern for the first time. Elrohir was behind him now. Pushing up 
against him and pinning him between the two of them. Legolas felt a 
tingling between his legs as he found himself trapped in between the dark 
elven twins. Their body heat almost radiant, making him dizzy.

The firstborn twin kept kissing Legolas. Deeply and passionately. Their 
tongues swirling around each other in a seductive dance of wetness. Legolas 
was in such a dreamlike state of excitement that he could barely respond. 
The younger twin was snaking his arms around him, his hands wandering up 
Legolas’ chest, gently caressing his nipple area through the fabric of his 
tunic with open palms.

Legolas was whimpering like a lovesick puppy as Elladan’s kisses travelled 
across his cheek and down the side of his pale neck. Elrohir was kissing the 
other side, and Legolas cocked his head, pushing into the touch of his lips. 
Wet tongue and lips played on his skin when Elladan kissed the soft spot 
between his collarbones.

Legolas felt week at the knees, and knew that he would collapse, was it not 
for the support of the twins squeezing him tightly between them. Before he 
knew it he was tugging at Elladan’s clothes, feeling a sudden need to get 
them off. He wanted it all off. He felt Elrohir’s fingers unbuttoning the front 
of his tunic, and cool hands touched the warm skin of his chest. He 
shuddered at the touch, and realized his heart was pounding so hard, Elrohir 
must no doubt feel it.

Elladan’s lips once more returned to his, and kissed them. Elrohir suckled 
on the tip of a pointed ear, and at the same time let his hands wander lower 
down Legolas’s stomach. The young prince gasped at the attention to his 
ear, but the older twin rapidly filled his mouth again. Legolas was very hard, 
and tried desperately to push himself against Elladan, craving the delicious 
friction. But Elrohir held him back with a firm hand on his stomach. Legolas 
whimpered pitifully, and the deeper Elladan kissed him, the more aroused he 
became.

Elrohir sighed into the ear he had recently been sucking at, and wrapped his 
arms tightly around the lithe body of his desire. Legolas came to his senses 
as he realized that Elohir felt left out. He knew all too well what that felt 
like. In one smooth motion he pulled away from Elladan, turned around in 
Elrohir’s grip, and slid out of his tunic. The other elves seemed momentarily 
stunned at his initiative.

He laid his arms carefully behind Elrohir’s neck, and pulled their faces so 
close together they were breathing into each other’s mouths. Slowly, 
Legolas let the tip of his tongue slide across the yearning lips, leaving 
Elrohir utterly breathless, before he finally kissed him. Soft hands were 
gently caressing Legolas’ bare back, in a smooth path from his shoulders to 
his hips.

Legolas let out a loud moan of surprise, as a hard grab to his buttocks 
pushed their erections hard together. He froze, afraid that if he moved, even 
ever so slightly, that it would all end here. But Elrohir was kissing his ear 
again, and moving his hips seductively against him. There was no escape.

A second pair of lips was kissing his shoulder. Elladan was back, and when 
Legolas felt his strong arms around him, he realized that Elladan was naked. 
Elladan pulled him away from his brother, and Legolas felt chilly as the cold 
morning air replaced the heat of Elrohir’s body.

Elladan held one arm tight around the quivering body, and with the other 
hand he tried to open the band of Legolas’ leggings. The blond creature 
writhed in his arms as he forced him to watch Elrohir undress. When Elrohir 
was completely naked he approached the others, his brown eyes locked with 
blue. He moved his brother’s hand away from the waistband, and without 
loosing eye contact he opened Legolas’ breeches and let them slide to the 
ground.

Legolas instantly felt an erection against his behind, and he shivered in the 
other elf’s grip as Elrohir stood up after removing the last of his clothing. 
Legolas relaxed, closed his eyes, and leaned his head against Elladan’s 
shoulder. Soon two pairs of hands began exploring his entire body. Kisses 
on his neck, sucking on his nipples, hands on his sides, light fingertips 
touching the insides of his thighs, causing him inadvertently to spread his 
legs.

Elladan was holding Legolas tightly around his chest, making sure he could 
not squirm as Elrohir kneeled in front of him. He started to tremble with 
anticipation as soft hands got into position on his smooth, hairless thighs. 
Elladan looked down to behold the glory that was Legolas. A perfect, pale, 
trembling body. Flawless skin covered with tiny pearls of sweat. Elladan 
thought to himself that it was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

Elrohir was not one to go straight for the prize. He wanted to tease Legolas a 
little first. Push him to the edge. He let his tongue travel up the inside of a 
thigh. Legolas shuddered as the wet tongue slid up to his stomach, just 
barely brushing the root of his erection. Elrohir planted wet kisses on his 
navel, stroking his hips with gentle hands.

Legolas again rested his head on Elladan’s strong shoulder, and desperately 
grabbed hold of the arms around his chest. He needed something to hold on 
to, and he was afraid that if he clasped Elrohir’s head he would rip every 
hair from the root.

Elladan was getting increasingly aroused. With wide eyes he watched his 
younger brother kiss and lick the sensitive skin around Legolas’ hard 
member. The things that glorious mouth could do...

Legolas let out a noise of despair, and Elladan noticed how his legs were 
shaking in Elrohir’s grip. His chest was heaving violently, and his nails were 
digging into Elladan’s arms. Elrohir looked up at his brother, who signalled 
to him to stand up. Elrohir had barely gotten up before Legolas grabbed hold 
of his shoulders and pulled him into a violent kiss. Elladan loosened his grip 
on Legolas, and allowed his brother to come close to him.

Elladan took a few steps back so that he could look at them. Two perfect, 
entwined bodies, sleek with sweat. Legolas had Elrohir in a cramp-like grip, 
and was kissing him quite brutally. Though Elladan felt clearly aroused by 
this, it also made him concerned. All the passion Legolas had been 
suppressing for centuries was about to come out, and it was not going to 
come silently.

With a firm hand gripping Legolas’ jaw, Elrohir pushed him away so that 
they could breathe. Elladan seized the opportunity to take hold of Legolas’ 
wrists and pull him away from his brother. The elf struggled, and Elladan 
had to wrestle him to the ground. Elrohir joined them in the cool grass, 
which was still wet with dew. To Legolas, every touch was an erotic 
explosion on his skin, and the lack of satisfaction was driving him crazy. On 
his stomach in the wet grass, he hoped that finally the twins would stop 
teasing him.

Elrohir was lying beside him, weighing his upper body down with a strong 
arm on his back, and a firm hand in his hair. He felt Elladan’s hands 
stroking over his buttocks and down his legs. He breathed heavily onto the 
ground and clenched his fingers in the soft grass. When Elladan’s hands 
reached the back of his knees they took hold and suddenly spread his legs so 
wide apart it made him cry out with surprise. Elrohir held his trembling 
body and gently kissed his ear. Elladan laid down on his stomach in the 
grass between Legolas’ long, slim legs and took a firm hold of his buttocks. 
He spread them slightly, so that he easier could reach in.

Legolas started to whimper as Elladans tongue was exploring a part of his 
body nobody had ever touched before. He felt dizzy to the thought of what 
was happening to him. He could never have imagined that the feel of a 
tongue against the one area of the body where tongues definitely were not 
suppose to go, could make him feel this good. He groaned softly, and his 
forehead slumped to the ground when the wet tongue slightly penetrated his 
tightly puckered hole.

Elladan’s actions were moving him closer to the edge, and at the same time 
he wondered why Elladan would want to stick his tongue ‘there’. In his 
mind he came to the conclusion that Elladan was simply wetting the spot 
where he wished to enter. Picturing this, Legolas became so aroused he 
almost lost control. He pushed himself against Elladan’s mouth and groaned 
loudly. For a moment he lost contact, and was worried Elladan was going to 
stop, until he felt a finger slowly pushing inside him.

Elrohir relished at the sight of a groaning, sweating Legolas in his arms. 
When Elladan pushed a second finger inside him, stretching his entrance, he 
groaned even louder. Elrohir could not stand being left out. He halfway 
succeeded in turning Legolas over to his side, and was able to turn his head 
far enough to kiss him. Without pulling out his fingers, Elladan helped 
turning Legolas on his back. Legolas eagerly kissed Elrohir, and when the 
fingers finally left his body he whimpered into his mouth.

Elladan once again settled between Legolas’ legs, and stopped to ponder the 
task in front of him. Elrohir pulled away from Legolas and sat up. Legolas 
was baffled by this, and looked at Elladan where he was sitting between his 
legs. Legolas realized what was about to happen, and suddenly became very 
nervous. He became afraid that it was going to hurt, and when he leaned up 
to look at Elladans erection it seemed enormous. He tried to swallow the 
lump in his throat and quiet the tingling in his stomach. He shifted nervously 
in the grass, waiting for the next move.

Elrohir saw the fear in his eyes, and swiftly moved behind him. As Elrohir 
was backing Legolas up in a half sitting position, Elladan was lifting 
Legolas’ legs up on his arms, moving his hips closer. Legolas felt a large, 
blunt object touching his wet entrance, and he became exceedingly nervous. 
With strong knees supporting his back and his head against a taut stomach 
he looked up at Elrohir, looking for reassurance. Elrohir just smiled.

“You will enjoy it,” he said comfortingly. And Legolas believed him.

He stretched his arms over his head, trying to reach around Elrohir’s waist. 
He wanted to hold on to something. Elrohir took hold of his arms and 
nodded to Elladan.

With his hands on Legolas hips, he lifted his pelvis into his lap and started 
pushing against Legolas’ tight entrance. Slowly the opening expanded, 
letting Elladan in. Legolas quickened his breathing as the head of Elladan’s 
member intruded his body. Elladan repositioned his arms under Legolas’ 
legs and lifted them as he carefully eased deeper inside him.

Legolas held Elrohir all the harder, and his face twisted in a grimace of 
discomfort and pain. He whimpered pitifully, and Elladan hesitated to 
continue. He felt awful forcing himself on Legolas, and he wanted to stop 
right there. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt this beautiful, blond 
creature before him. To bring pain upon someone he loved so deeply.

He looked at him; this innocent, virgin prince unfolded before him, and 
could not decide what to do with him. Elladan looked to his brother, who 
was eagerly gesturing to him to go on. Elladan had to remind himself that 
Legolas was indeed a virgin, and the first time is bound to be difficult. The 
more they would make love to him, the better he would feel. This gave 
Elladan the courage he needed. Legolas was starting to relax, and Elladan no 
longer pitied him. You only loose your virginity once.

In one ruthlessly slow motion, Elladan thrust himself into Legolas, burying 
himself to the hilt in his tight warmth. Legolas cried out and arched his 
back. Elrohir pressed a palm against his stomach, trying to keep him down. 
Elladan started to slowly rock back and forth. Sliding in and out of the blond 
elf.

Legolas was sweating immensely, the way only an elf could sweat, from a 
hidden heat within, but from his lack of a greater reaction Elladan could tell 
he was not hitting the spot. He tried to reposition himself, pulling Legolas’ 
legs higher over his arms, and leaning forward. When he started to move 
again Legolas released a strained groan, with his eyes tightly shut, but that 
was still not the reaction Elladan wanted. Elrohir noticed this, and tried to 
help.

He backed away from Legolas enough to have his shoulders slip to the 
ground. Elrohir carefully placed Legolas’ head on the ground between his 
knees, and gave Elladan the chance to stretch out on top of him. Elladan let 
go of his legs and leaned over him. Legolas’ thighs were spread further apart 
to make room for Elladan’s hips, as he once again started to move back and 
forth, bracing himself on steady arms.

This time Legolas felt something buzz inside him. A tingling in his stomach, 
ever so much stronger than before. Elladan was moving slowly, still afraid 
to cause more pain than pleasure. Legolas was feeling a quite pleasurable 
sensation growing inside him, and he was getting impatient. He let his hands 
wander up Elladan’s sides, over his shoulders and down his arms. Squeezing 
Elladan’s body between his knees, he tried to urge him to speed up. Elladan 
soon understood, and started to move faster.

Legolas started groaning again, and the harder Elladan would thrust, the 
louder Legolas would groan. Legolas pulled Elladan’s face close, and kissed 
him. As Elladan kept thrusting inside him, his legs started to shake, and his 
cries were muffled by Elladan’s lips. Looking into deep blue eyes, Elladan 
found the situation so erotic he could no longer stand it. A jolt went through 
his body, and his hands clenched in the grass as he came deep inside 
Legolas. Legolas tremored to the sensation of Elladan shooting his warm 
seed inside him, but Legolas himself was far from done.

Elrohir looked down on his exhausted brother, lying limp on top of the still 
quivering Legolas. Elrohir was more exited than ever, and it felt like he had 
been waiting hours for his turn. After one last kiss Elladan withdrew his 
sated sex, and backed away from Legolas, leaving him feeling empty inside. 
But Elrohir did not wait a second longer than he had to.

He sat Legolas up and pulled him close, wrapping an arm around his waist. 
He pulled Legolas with him as he moved into position to lean against a 
nearby boulder. He bent his knees to brace himself firmly against the 
smooth, sloping rock and lifted Legolas up on his lap. Legolas comfortably 
leaned back against Elrohir’s chest, and turned his head to kiss him.

A refreshing gust of morning breeze swept through the clearing, and 
temporarily cooled their burning skin. Elrohir had a firm grip on slender 
hips, and lifted the aroused elf from his lap. Legolas saw Elrohir put two 
fingers in his mouth and suck on them. Legolas felt no pain when Elrohir 
inserted those fingers into him. Elrohir scissored them, and pulled and 
stretched the entrance until Legolas did grunt with pain. Elrohir removed his 
fingers and reached for his now throbbing member.

They groaned together as the sensitive head forced its way through the tight 
ring of muscles. Elrohir’s level of excitement was sky-high as he watched 
his throbbing arousal disappear into white flesh. His eyes fluttered, and he 
could think of nothing else but the sensation flowing through his body. He 
wrapped both his arms around Legolas’ shoulders, and brutally pulled him 
down as hard as he could over himself. Legolas cried out from this sudden 
intrusion. Elrohir had directly hit the spot, and Legolas began to tremble 
worse than before. Every muscle in his body ached with pleasure, and he 
found himself leaning forward as if to escape.

Elrohir pulled him back, and as soon he started to relax Elrohir lifted him 
up. Then he pulled him down even harder than before. Legolas cried out and 
once again tried to lean forward. Elrohir would not let him. With one arm 
over his throat and the other over his stomach, Elrohir forced Legolas to 
lean back and take the thrusts where he felt it the most. Legolas writhed in 
his arms when Elrohir tried to establish a rhythm in his movements.

Legolas grasped Elrohir’s hands with his own, and held on to them tightly as 
he was becoming lost in his own ecstasy. He groaned louder with every 
movement of Elrohir’s hips, and when Elrohir shoved himself particularly 
hard inside him, Legolas threw his head back and screamed.

At that moment it did hurt. The excitement was painful. His own arousal 
was killing him. Suddenly Elladan appeared in front of him. Hands on the 
insides of his thighs were forcing his legs further apart. Legolas shuddered 
as Elladan’s tongue was leaving wet traces up the entire length of his 
arousal. Elrohir kept moving, and the twins were now moving in such 
perfect sync with each other, it made Legolas think they were somehow 
telepathically connected.

Just as Elrohir thrusted himself violently inside Legolas, Elladan engulfed 
his entire length in his mouth. Legolas screamed again, and buried one hand 
in Elrohir’s hair. The other was still clenching Elrohir’s hand. Legolas felt 
his whole body shake fiercely, and it frightened him. His state of arousal 
was very painful, and he longed for nothing but release.

Elrohir was groaning loudly into Legolas’ ear. Legolas could tell he was 
close. Elladan’s head kept bobbing up and down in his lap, and the mere 
sight of it gave Legolas cramps of desire. Elladan was fondling his brother’s 
heavy sac, extracting an excited whimper from him.

The twins started moving faster, and Legolas felt a strange tingling curling 
his toes. He felt the same tingling in his scalp, swiftly moving down his 
spine. The sensation spread from his toes, creeping up his legs, and his arms 
started to feel numb. Elrohir mustered one last brutal thrust, pinning Legolas 
down over his erection as hard as he could. Legolas threw his head back and 
let out a cry so loud there was surely no creature in the forest still sleeping. 
The strange tinglings met in his groin and set of a blinding explosion of light 
inside his eyelids as his orgasm forced his seed down Elladan’s throat.

The blond elven prince cramping in his arms set Elrohir over the edge, and 
when Legolas’ entrance tightened painfully around him, he shot his warm 
spray against a sensitive, swollen prostate. This sent a second wave of 
shivers through the limbs of the fair prince, before his body became limp in 
Elrohir’s arms. He groaned tiredly into Elrohir’s pointed ear. Elladan sucked 
the very last of silvery drops out of Legolas, as Elrohir’s trembling body 
was emptying itself inside his lover’s warmth.

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The forest was once again quiet. A few birds that hadn’t been frightened off 
by the commotion were chirping in the trees. Early rays of morning sun 
were making their way through the foliage, making the three elven bodies in 
the clearing glisten.

They had not moved for several minutes. Legolas was still in Elrohir’s lap, 
their arms resting on Legolas’s stomach, along with Elladan’s head. Their 
breathing was back to normal, but they kept their eyes closed, enjoying the 
last residue of pleasure remaining from their activities.

A golden head was resting on Elrohir’s shoulder, and as Elrohir looked 
down at him he could not stop a smile from spreading over his face. The 
ordinarily beautiful, blond hair was all tangled, and wet with perspiration. 
The usually alabaster face was flushed, and covered with a fine sheen of tiny 
sweatbeads. His lips were almost red, and quite enticingly pouty. Elrohir 
planted a soft, tender kiss on those lips. The same lips he had dreamed of 
kissing for hundreds of years. The same lips he and his brother had been 
fantasizing about together. The same lips which he before today only got to 
admire from afar. Those lips. Legolas’ lips.

As he kissed the elf of his dreams, he opened his eyes and found that elf 
looking at him. He pulled away to better see, to behold those perfect circles 
of sapphire, eyes bluer than the bluest sky. Those eyes suddenly received a 
puzzled expression, and Elrohir turned his head away, slightly embarrassed. 
Legolas smiled and gave a loving kiss to Elrohir’s perfect, pointed ear. He 
pulled Elrohir’s arms tighter around himself before settling back into his 
embrace. Elladan smiled to himself where he was lying, listening to the 
rumblings inside an empty stomach.

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The boys were late for breakfast again, but Elrond forgave them. The twins 
had been worried sick when Legolas left during dinner the night before. He 
would have been surprised if they had slept at all. In spite of that, they 
looked happier than ever, and an appetite such as theirs Elrond had never 
seen in his sons before. All of the three boys devoured everything in arms 
length, and their table manners were a whole other story. They attracted the 
eyes of most of the elves at Elrond’s table, mostly because they looked like 
they had not groomed themselves in many days.

“Do you think we should worry?” Erestor said quietly to Elrond.

“No,” he replied. “Let them enjoy themselves.”

Elrond smiled as he was filled with a sudden pride over his sons. He loved 
them dearly, and wanted nothing more fore them than to be happy.

After breakfast Elrond insisted they take a bath, and a large, round wooden 
tub in one of the bathrooms was filled with wonderful, warm water. At first 
the three young elves simply collapsed in either corner, exhausted from the 
large breakfast. But pretty soon they were stroking each other’s legs with 
their feet, splashing water at one another, and eventually starting a full-scale 
water war.

After a while they settled down and took turns washing each other’s hair. It 
was hard for them to finish, because it was too easy to fall into each other’s 
arms and just kiss instead. It was so much more fun for Legolas to put soap 
on Elladan’s chest while kissing him passionately, than it was to sit still and 
let Elrohir finish his hair. Slippery, wet, soapy bodies splashing around in 
the tub, ending up on the floor, back in the tub. After an hour of bathing, 
only half the amount of water was in the tub, and it was not at all warm 
anymore.

Only wearing thin bathrobes they ran through the house, forcing several 
shocked elves to leap out of the way. Elrond caught a glimpse of them as 
they ran by his study, and it made him laugh. He could not remember the 
last time he laughed. The young elves were now frolicking in the garden 
outside his window, and it brought back such memories. Elves are only 
children for a few decades, but they are adults forever. If these young elves 
could find a way to integrate a little childhood into their otherwise adult 
lives, perhaps the older elves can to. Perhaps that was the way to beat the 
boredom.

This was lord Elronds trail of thought as he watched his sons and their guest 
running barefooted and half-naked through the garden, towards the 
guesthouse.

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Back in the guesthouse they all took a well-deserved nap. Legolas slept 
better than ever. Hours later he slowly woke to a familiar melody. Legolas 
instantly remembered the song Elrohir had sung to his brother just the other 
night. That beautiful elven song of infinite love. When he opened his eyes 
he saw Elladan on his elbow, leaning over his younger brother, who was 
lying on his back in the middle of the bed. Elladan was stroking his 
brother’s cheek with gentle fingers, looking deeply into his eyes, singing the 
beautiful words with the clearest voice. Elrohir had a loving smile on his 
face as he gazed up at his brother.

Legolas felt a sudden stab through his heart as he remembered his desire to 
be loved the way the twins loved each other. The song ended in a high note, 
and Legolas was quite stunned by the strength and clarity in Elladan’s voice. 
The twins exchanged warm smiles and embraced.

“I love you, big brother.” Elrohir said and kissed his brother on the cheek.

“I love you, little brother.” Elladan answered and softly pressed his lips 
against Elrohir’s.

They kept kissing each other, and Legolas’ heart hurt so badly he had to turn 
around so the twins would not see him cry. He dug his head into the pillow, 
but was unable muffle a sob. He had never felt so left out. He had gotten 
into the clubhouse, but he could never join the club.

He felt the twins move in the bed, and when he looked up through his tears 
they were lying on either side of him. Elrohir put his hand over Legolas’ 
brow, and started to slowly stroke his hair. Elladan let his fingers gently 
caress Legolas’ tear stained cheek. They both looked him straight in the eye. 
And then they began to sing.

It was the first time Legolas had heard them sing together, and the beauty of 
their voices blending together made him cry again. They kept singing until 
all his tears had dried up, and he realized what this meant. They finished in 
that clear, high note, and then they gave him those warm, loving smiles that 
only the twin sons of Elrond can give.

“We’ll teach you our song.” Elladan said.

“And maybe someday,” Elrohir continued, “you can sing it to us.”

Legolas smiled and put his arms around his newfound brothers, for the first 
time certain that they truly loved him. And would always love him. An 
elven lifetime’s worth.


End


adar = father
ada = dad, daddy


A/N: Forgive me for making my elves sleep with their eyes closed, and for 
feeling temperature. It suited my story.