Title: ‘Double Double’ Author: Bone Fauna (bone _ fauna AT yahoo DOT com DOT au) Homepage: www.livejournal.com/users/bone_fauna Pairings: Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas (& Elladan/Elrohir) Summary: The twins have found a new toy. Rating: NC-17 Warnings: PWP, BDMS (almost non-con), twincest, tinsy bit of naughty language Disclaimer: *Checks bank* – nope, still nothing there. Not getting paid for this, and don’t have the money if you wanna sue. Tolkien thought of the characters and the world. I’m just fantasising on paper (when not in my head >D ). Author’s notes: This just came to me while writing ‘Bared Identities’, so I decided to take a brief detour. It has, however, nothing to do with that fic whatsoever. Okay, and I have to give a huge thanks to both Mawgy and Aliaself. Mawgy offered to beta this for me while Aliaself was away, but low behold, the same day she sent her beta’d version back, aliaself surprised me with her beta’d version too! So I should fairly hope that this story is error free with these two beautiful people working on my side! By the same author: ‘Majority’, starring Glorfindel/Elladan; its sequel, ‘Another Heaviness of Soul’, starring Glorfindel/Elrohir/Elladan; ‘Mistaken Identity’ starring Thranduil/Legolas, and coming soon its sequel, ‘Bared Identities’, starring Thranduil/Legolas. ‘Double Double’ Elrond’s head lifted up from the desk when he heard his two sons enter his office. “Ah,” he said, putting his quill down. “I’m glad you two are here. Something has come up.” Elladan sat down in the chair in front of his father’s desk, and after a moments hesitation, decided it would be a lot more comfortable if he swung his legs up over the side. Elrohir tried to appear a bit more refined and remained standing. “What is it, Ada?” Elrohir asked, looking at his brother and rolling his eyes at Elladan’s childish behaviour, but the twin only poked his tongue out and wagged his feet about merrily in the air. “Have another band of orcs been spied?” “No,” Elrond said, trying not to smirk at Elladan’s antics. “Actually, it has to do with Legolas.” Both twins looked surprised. “Thranduil’s youngest?” Elladan asked, sitting up in the chair more properly now. “Yes,” Elrond said. “About twenty minutes ago Erestor came and told me that the young prince was here. Apparently he and his father have had some sort of argument, and the boy has run away from home.” There was a moment of silence, and then the twins burst out laughing. “Ha! That’ll show the stubborn, pompous old fool!” Elladan roared, referring to Thranduil. “Fancy that! His own son leaving him,” Elrohir said grinning, shaking his head. “Yes, well,” Elrond coughed. “As amusing as all that might be, we are now the unfortunate guardians of the elf until something can be worked out. I was hoping that you two might look after him.” The twins looked at each other. They had only seen the prince once before, but they liked what they had seen. Unfortunately, the boy had been underage then and had followed his father around like a lost dog, so the twins had never been able to… make his acquaintance properly. The twins exchanged very quick grins before turning back to their father. “Sure,” Elladan said nonchalantly, inspecting his fingernails. “We’ll look after him.” Elrond raised one of his famous eyebrows. “Are you sure? I was expecting to drag you two into this job screaming and kicking. You’ve never liked babysitting before.” Elrohir shrugged. “Well, it’s not exactly babysitting, is it, Ada? Legolas is no longer a child, and it might be amusing to see what is causing the whelp and his father to fight.” Elrond scowled. “You’re not going to cause any trouble, are you? I know we joke about Thranduil being an ass, but the last thing we need is for relations between Mirkwood and Imladris to completely disintegrate.” “Father, please!” Elladan cried in an overly dramatic pained voice. “Would *we* ever cause *you* trouble?” Elrond snorted. “If I need to answer that, then you two certainly aren’t my sons. The prince is in Erestor’s rooms at the moment. I believe he is quite distraught over the whole situation.” The brothers nodded, and Elladan jumped up out of the chair. “Right then,” the elder twin said, giving his father a mocking bow, “We may as well go make ourselves useful.” Elrond looked as though he were reconsidering whether giving the twins this task was such a good idea, so the brothers quickly left before their father could change his mind. “Well, well, well,” Elladan said, so pleased he was almost skipping down the hall. “This is a turn up for the books. And to think I was just going to have to entertain myself with *you* this week, gwanur.” Elrohir gave his brother a disdainful look. “Oh, and I suppose *that* would have been truly *awful*, wouldn’t it?” Elladan stopped, realising he had just insulted his twin. “I’m sorry, El,” he said, slipping his hands about Elrohir’s waist and pushing the twin gently back against the corridor wall. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.” His lips were bare inches from his twin’s, and Elrohir could taste his brother’s soft breath on his mouth. “You are the other half of my soul, gwanunig, and there is no one more special to me than you. But we both know how exciting it can be when we find a new toy to play with.” Elrohir groaned as Elladan ground his hips against his brothers. “El…” Elrohir whined breathlessly, “Someone could come past any minute…” Elladan grinned predatorily. “Then you best stop squirming and let me get this done with, hadn’t you?” Elrohir moaned and titled his head to the side, allowing Elladan to lick and suckle his exposed, creamy neck. Elladan slipped a hand between their two grinding bodies and began to stroke their growing lengths together through the fabric of their pants. Elrohir gasped and bucked, thrusting into his brother’s palm as Elladan brought him closer to the brink. At one stage the twins even heard footsteps, and Elrohir tried to throw his brother off, but Elladan only grinned at him manically and began pumping his brother faster. Luckily, the person they had heard must have turned down a different corridor. “You’ll… be the… death of me… gwanur…” Elrohir panted, finding himself surprisingly ramrod hard after nearly being caught. It would appear that danger excited him. His brother knew him so well. Elrohir suddenly gapped for air when he felt his twin’s fingers on his bare, throbbing flesh. Somehow, Elladan had managed to undo his laces, and was now stroking him with long, teasing, agonising fingers. “Elladan!” he gasped, wanting desperately to come, but unable too with the tender caresses his brother was bestowing on him. “Stop – fucking – around, and get it over with!” “As my brother commands,” Elladan purred, and then suddenly dropped to his knees and without any warning swallowed the entire length of Elrohir’s weeping cock down his throat. Elrohir screamed as the soft, warm wet mouth enclosed over his erection, feeling his brother’s lips drag up and down his aching length. It didn’t take long, and when his brother teased the slit in his head with the tip of his tongue, Elrohir grunted and came hard into his brother’s mouth. Elladan greedily drank up every drop of his twin’s essence, even sucking on Elrohir’s member as it began to soften. After a moment, Elrohir’s knees buckled, and he slid down the wall and landed in a sweaty, panting mess in front of his brother on the ground. “Am I forgiven now?” Elladan asked cheekily, and then leant forward to give his brother a breathtaking kiss. When he had Elrohir gasping all over again, he pulled back, looking at his twin inquiringly. Elrohir laughed softly and nodded his head. “Yes. You are forgiven.” “Good!” Elladan exclaimed, and jumped up. He offered his brother his hand, and helped pull Elrohir up from the floor. He then knocked Elrohir’s hands away and proceeded to tuck his brother back into his laces himself. “What about you?” Elrohir asked somewhat confused when Elladan had finished dressing him. Elladan shrugged and stretched. “I’ll be fine. You can make it up to me later.” Elrohir raised an eyebrow in a good impression of his father. “So you’re just planning on walking into Erestor’s room, and greeting the young prince with *that*?” he asked sceptically, pointing at the obvious bulge in Elladan’s pants. “You’ll scare him all the way back into his father’s arms!” Elladan looked at himself, smirked at the image his brother painted in his head, and then shrugged again. “It’ll go down by the time we get there. If not, I’ll just hide behind you until it does.” Elrohir rolled his eyes and started walking down the hall again. “Come on, then,” he said, and Elladan followed after him. When they reached Erestor’s rooms, Elladan was about to knock on the door when Elrohir called softly, “Wait!” “What?” Elladan whispered back, not even sure why they were now whispering. “There is something I need to take care of first,” Elrohir replied softly, a grin spreading on his luscious lips. “What?!” Elladan asked exasperatedly. Elrohir didn’t answer, he simply pounced on his twin and pushed Elladan back hard against the wall, right next to Erestor’s door. He planted his mouth over his elder twin’s, and began sucking and nibbling and licking Elladan’s lips until his twin began to relax into the embrace. Then Elrohir moved a hand down and began rubbing new life back into his brother’s erection. “Oh no,” Elladan said, catching on at last, and tried to push Elrohir back. “Oh *yes*,” Elrohir whispered viciously, rubbing his twin’s cock harder. “I don’t like to owe *anyone* anything, Elladan, especially you. And we can’t have you meeting the prince already half-cocked – if you’ll excuse the expression – and ready to jump on him the moment you walk through that door. I’m just going to relieve you of that tension,” and he squeezed Elladan’s length a little too hard for comfort. Elladan hissed and then moaned as Elrohir’s fingers moved soothingly over his clothed member. “But…” he said, trying to keep his head clear, “They’re just in *there*. What if they hear us?” “Then you had better make sure to keep your voice down, hadn’t you, gwanur?” Elrohir grinned, enjoying his brother’s torment. Elladan groaned and then quickly bit his lip, afraid the sound might induce Erestor or Legolas to investigate the noise. Elrohir took great pleasure in teasing his brother, taking it as a personal challenge to try and make his brother moan and risk them being exposed in this compromising position. Elrohir didn’t make any effort to undo his twin’s laces, knowing that it was making Elladan go wild feeling his length being rubbed through the coarse material of his pants. While distracting his older brother with a mind-numbing kiss, Elrohir sneaked his other hand up inside Elladan’s shirt, and began to run his fingers lightly over his brother’s well-muscled abdomen. Elladan groaned, feeling safe enough to do so into his brother’s mouth. Elrohir quickly pulled his lips away, and Elladan was forced to silence himself once again. “This… is cruel… gwanur…” he whispered, and barely refrained from gasping when Elrohir’s fingers brushed lightly over a taut nipple. “No more so than what you did to me last week,” Elrohir purred, moving his hot mouth down his brother’s throat. “I swear,” Elladan gasped softly, “I honestly did not know that Glorfindel was telling the truth.” “I was lying there for *hours*, El,” Elrohir said, speeding up his hand on his brother’s cock. “Lying there for hours hard, naked, and tied up. Even if you didn’t believe Glorfindel when he said he had a present for you, the least you could have done was *check*!” Elladan whimpered as Elrohir rubbed the tip of his weeping cock through his pants, lightly running circles around the head. Elladan felt like he was burning, and his hips began bucking subconsciously. “Please,” he whispered, his eyes closed in agonised ecstasy. “I did come eventually, didn’t I.” “Yes,” Elrohir growled. “But only *after* you had thoroughly fucked Glorfindel *without* me. That’s very bad form, gwanur.” Elrohir stopped stroking his brother altogether, and entertained himself by pulling open Elladan’s shirt and sucking a hard nipple into his hot mouth. Elladan yelped and then covered his mouth. “Alright…” he mumbled, taking his hand away to bury it in his brother’s long, midnight-dark hair. “I’ll make it up to you… you can have Thranduil’s pup first, alright? He’s bound to still be a virgin, so that should well and truly make up for last week.” Elrohir seemed to consider this, sucking thoughtfully on his brother’s hard nipple. It became too much for Elladan who was still unbearably swollen within his pants. “El!” he whined, as loudly as he dared. “You’re killing me… Please!” “Oh, fine!” Elrohir said, and he sunk to the ground and placed his mouth over his brother’s erection, still doing nothing about the cloth in his way. Elladan gasped and trembled as his brother began sucking on his burning organ through his pants. The material became damp from both Elrohir’s mouth and from his own fluids, and the rough, sticky feeling became too much and Elladan came hard in his trousers. Elrohir smirked as he stood up, looking at the wet patch on his brother’s clothing. Elladan also looked down when he had caught his breath, and an expression of dismay covered his features. “How am I ever suppose to go in there like *this*?!” he cried, forgetting to keep his voice down. A moment later, obviously alerted by Elladan’s loud voice, the twins heard someone opening Erestor’s door from inside. Elladan swore blackly and quickly pulled his shirt down in front of his pants, hoping it would be enough to cover himself. Elrohir was trying hard not to snigger when Erestor popped his head out. “Oh, it’s you two,” he said, seemingly relieved to see the twins. “Your father sent you for the prince, I assume?” “Yes,” Elrohir said, and coughed to try and get rid of his giggling fit as he felt Elladan hide behind him. “Good. Well, he’s inside. He’s a bit upset at the moment about this whole business between his father and himself. Apparently Thranduil threatened to disown him, and the poor boy is quite distraught. Hopefully this will all blow over in a few days. Just try to be friendly and keep his mind off his home, will you?” The twins nodded, and then walked inside. They saw Legolas immediately, sitting on the cushioned windowsill and staring outside with a mournful expression. Both twins sighed in appreciation of the young elf’s beauty. The prince was slender, with hair like spun gold and creamy white skin that simply begged to be mauled. “I think I know how to take his mind off his father,” Elrohir mumbled to his twin, though Erestor also heard the comment. “Good. Just be careful, okay? He’s still very emotional.” “Oh, we’ll take good care of him,” Elladan assured the advisor with a smirk. Then he cleared his throat and asked awkwardly, “Um, Erestor? I don’t suppose you have a spare pair of pants I could borrow? I seem to have.. er.. spilt something on mine on my way over here.” ~*~*~*~*~ The sun had already set, and the sky was turning a beautiful sapphire blue, as thousands of sparkling stars lit the night. The twins had spent the day with the prince, showing him about the house, and eventually leading him outside. For the most part, Legolas had been subdued, which suited the brothers fine. They rambled on about anything and everything, trying their best to be as amusing and friendly as they could. They felt especially triumphant when they finally managed to win a laugh out of the boy when they told him about the time they had stolen the clothes from the bath house, only to have a very naked and angry Balrog Slayer chase them half way into the surrounding mountains. They failed to mention that the Golden Lord had eventually caught up to them, proceeded to strip one elf of his pants and the other of his top, and then walked off, leaving the twins to fight over the remaining clothes. Elladan and Elrohir sat with their new toy – er – friend, outside under a tree, far from prying eyes. Elladan was singing some bawdy ballad a warrior had taught him (he wasn’t sure who, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it was Glorfindel himself), while Elrohir sat behind the boy and was undoing all the fancy braids in the prince’s hair. Both twins liked the boy better when his beautiful hair was down. Legolas took all this attention in his stride. He had admitted to the twins that he was only 52 years old, only barely past his year of majority, and the twins had proceeded to treat him much like a younger brother. Or at least, that’s how the young prince thought of it. The twins had constantly been touching him the entire day, rubbing his back, putting an arm around his neck, his shoulder, his waist, holding his hand, patting his thigh, touching his cheek… At first he had been uncomfortable, but as the day wore on, he just accepted that it was in the twins’ nature to be very affectionate, and he thought nothing more of it, especially when he noticed the brothers touching each other in the same manner. It was also a relief in some way. The argument he had had with his father a few days ago had been awful, and he had fled his home immediately afterward. Having the twins fuss over him was almost like having his own brother and sister there to comfort him. He tried not to think about that though, as it would only make him cry, and he didn’t want to do that in front of his new friends. So he allowed them to drag him all over the place, to talk and touch him, allowing himself to find comfort in their words and caresses. Elladan’s song finished, and the older twin picked up a bottle of liquor they had acquired along their travels, and took a hearty swallow to wet his throat. “Legolas?” he offered, wagging the bottle in front of the prince’s half lidded eyes. The young prince didn’t respond, too busy enjoying his session with the other twin as Elrohir tenderly undid his braids and ran his fingers through the boy’s golden tresses. A small shiver ran down Legolas’ back at the delicious feeling of the elf playing with his hair. It felt soothing…good… “Legolas? Arda to Legolas! Hello, tithen-ernil. Do you want a drink?” Legolas snapped out of his reverie and blushed slightly. Elrohir laughed. “Don’t tease him El, I almost had him purring.” Both twins laughed at this, and Legolas only blushed further. “Here,” Elladan said, plopping the bottle into Legolas’ lap. “This should help your complexion.” Legolas looked at the bottle dubiously. “What is it?” he asked softly, sniffing the lip. “Miruvor, I’ll have you know, so either drink up or hand it back where it will be better appreciated.” Legolas hesitated, then took a sip. He had tried a few other alcoholic drinks in his time and never cared much for them, but this was very pleasant. It was slightly sweet, and sent a very welcoming, warm sensation right through him. He felt all his worries start to float away, and his muscles loosen up. Elrohir, who had finished with the boy’s hair, wrapped his arms possessively about Legolas’ waist when he felt the prince relax against him from the drink. “It’s very nice,” Legolas said approvingly, taking another sip. “Uh oh,” Elrohir said to his brother. “Now you’ve gone and given the prince a liking for miruvor. We’ll have to *share* the bottle now.” Legolas laughed softly at this, and the twins exchanged a secret, pleased glance. It had taken a lot more work than *that* to get the boy to laugh today, but it now seemed the drink was having a good effect on the blond. “Legolas,” Elrohir asked very delicately. “Have you drunk much alcohol before?” Legolas shook his head. “I’ve never really liked anything I’ve tried.” “Ah,” Elrohir said, grinning at his brother over the blonde’s shoulder. “Well then,” Elladan remarked, “you may as well keep that to yourself. I’d hate to deprive you of your first real drinking session.” Legolas looked at the bottle, suddenly wary. “It’s not strong, is it?” Elladan shrugged his shoulders. “El and I drink lots of that all the time, don’t we El, and we never get too drunk.” Elladan forgot to mention that he and his brother had had a lot of practice to get to such a stage. “Oh,” was all Legolas said, and casting off his fears, took another sip. The next few hours wore on pleasantly. The twins had also brought some food, and were nibbling on bits of fruit, bread and cheese. They shared a bottle of wine, while they let Legolas slowly work his way through the very potent bottle of miruvor. The brothers kept up a soft, pleasant stream of conversation about nothing in particular, merely making the noise to help soothe the boy into a semi-comatose state. At first Legolas had helped himself to some of the food, but he was now feeling rather sleepy, and even a little giddy, and couldn’t be bothered reaching all the way down in front of him to get some food. He felt much more comfortable snuggled up against Elrohir who leant against a tree. In his relaxed state, he barely noticed the way Elladan would occasionally help lift the bottle of miruvor to his lips so he could take another sip. “Tell me, Legolas,” Elladan asked softly as he swallowed a piece of apple. “What was it that you and your father argued about which sent you scurrying here with your tail between your legs?” Legolas frowned slightly, as if trying to decided whether he should take offence at that statement or not. “I’d rather not talk about it,” he said gruffly, unwanted tears springing to his eyes. Elladan swapped a glance with Elrohir, as they both realised that the boy mustn’t be quite drunk enough yet if he was still holding his tongue. “Here,” Elladan said, tapping the bottle of liquor. “Remember, you’re meant to have that finished by the time we go back.” “Oh? Right, yes…” Legolas said a little confused, not remembering at all that that’s what he was suppose to do, but it sounded like a good enough idea, and so he took another hearty gulp of the drink. Only now, instead of filling him with warmth, the liquor seemed to burn him and make him feel more melancholy as memories of his argument with his father resurfaced. “There’s a good boy,” Elrohir crooned softly into the prince’s ear, wrapping his legs and arms about the boy and pulling him closer against his body. He used one hand to gently stroke Legolas’ hair, and after a while, the boy started sobbing gently. “Shhh, tithen-pen,” Elrohir soothed. “Don’t cry, tithen-ernil. You are safe here, and well loved. One as pretty as you should not cry.” Elladan sat back and simply watched, knowing that it was his brother’s place to try and soothe the prince. Elrohir was always the quieter, more sensitive of the two. Elladan simply liked to charge into everything with his head down. “He hates me!” Legolas sobbed, half turning in Elrohir’s embrace so that he could clutch onto the Peredhel’s shirt, and sob against his chest. Elrohir continued running his fingers soothingly through the boy’s hair. “Who hates you, little one? I’m sure that cannot be right. No one could hate such a beautiful little thing like you.” Legolas sobbed and shook his head. “My father. I saw it in his eyes. He was so furious he could not even look at me!” “But why, little one? Why would he hate you?” Legolas shuddered and for a moment it seemed like he wouldn’t answer, but Elrohir’s gentle hand and words calmed him enough to talk. “Because I defied him in public… My father admitted that he w-was planning to wed me to an elf-maid, and I grew furious, because he did n-not even ask my permission, or cared that I d-did not love her, nor she me… We argued in front of *everyone*, and then I stormed off… My father shouted after me that he would disown me for this…” Legolas began sobbing again, the memories too painful for him. Elrohir spoke nonsense in his ear and continued rocking him. He shared a glance with Elladan, and saw that his older brother looked slightly disturbed by this news. Both twins were feeling a sense of outrage that Thranduil had tried to force his young son to marry, but at the moment, getting angry wouldn’t solve anything, and it certainly wouldn’t get them what they had been trying so hard to win all day. “Hush, Legolas,” Elrohir whispered. “It does not matter now. Your father will get over it, and if not, you can always stay here… with El and me.” “You – you would want me?” “Of course,” Elladan spoke at last, and sidled up next to the two elves tightly clasped together, deciding that the time for consoling had passed. “Why would we not want something as pretty as you?” Legolas tensed slightly, for the first time hearing the compliment. “Pretty?” he asked, uncertainly. Elrohir touched his brother gently, warning him to go slow, as the boy was still rather timid. Elladan nodded that he understood, and reached for a strawberry from their small picnic spread. “Of course, tithen-ernil. Now open up, you’ve hardly eaten anything today.” Elladan waved the small, ripe fruit in front of Legolas’ eyes, and then traced the boy’s lips with the tip until the prince finally got the message, and opened his mouth. Elladan grinned approvingly and slipped the fruit inside, purposefully putting his fingers in a little farther than necessary so that they lightly caressed the blonde’s lips. Legolas blushed faintly, but ate the fruit, and diligently accepted the next strawberry Elladan fed him. For the next few minutes, that’s how they proceeded. Elladan fed the young prince tiny morsels of food, occasionally brushing the boy’s lips with his fingers, while Elrohir soothingly stroked his hair, and even began humming a soft lullaby after a time. The twins’ spell, aided by the ample amount of miruvor now coursing through his veins, soon had Legolas calm and almost half asleep again, his father completely forgotten. He accepted the fruit given to him as a subconscious action, and didn’t notice that it was now Elladan’s lips themselves which occasionally brushed his own, rather than the Peredhel’s finger tips. The next piece of fruit Elladan offered was from between his teeth. When Legolas felt the food press against his mouth, he opened to accept, but was slightly startled when he found that Elladan wouldn’t let go. Trying to focus his eyes, which were half closed and glazed, Legolas suddenly found himself face to face with the elder twin. His eyes widened in shock as he stared back into grey eyes that danced with mirth. He was about to pull back when Elladan pushed the fruit into his slightly parted mouth with his tongue, and then claimed his lips with his own. Legolas gasped, startled, but was too far wrapped in the strange spell to move. Then he felt Elrohir’s hand, which had previously been enveloping his waist, crawl and move up under his tunic, and began to trace light circles on his tummy. The hand on his bare soft skin sent wild butterflies dancing inside his stomach, and Elladan’s lips on his own was stealing his breath away. The elder twin suddenly slipped his hot wet tongue inside the boy’s mouth, and Legolas began trembling violently, the sensations too much for one such as him so inexperienced in love to handle. Elladan delighted in stealing the boy’s first kiss, as it so obviously was. He chased Legolas’ shy tongue about, almost smiling at how timid the prince was. After a time and a great amount of manoeuvring, he managed to catch the boy’s tongue and greedily suckled upon its tip. Elrohir’s hand continued its feather-light investigation, and soon delighted in plunging a finger into the boy’s navel. The first time he did this, Legolas actually squealed as a sudden flood of heat shot right into his groin and pooled there. Panicking at these unexpected new sensations, Legolas began to struggle against the twins advances. Elladan reluctantly pulled back, releasing the prince’s kiss swollen lips with a soft gasp for air. Elrohir removed his hand and held the boy tightly against him, more to prevent Legolas from running off than to make him feel secure. “Wh-what are you doing?” Legolas asked, unsettled, his large eyes on Elladan. “Why, I thought that was fairly obvious, little one. Do I really need to explain?” Legolas’ lip trembled, and he tried to pull further away from the twin. “B- but why? I mean, you-you’re a – a…” “A male?” “Yes! It-it’s not…” “Legolas,” Elladan crooned, reaching out a hand and gently stroking the boy’s cheek. “There are many lovers on Arda who are of the same sex. Do you know Glorfindel, the famous Balrog Slayer? He flirts shamelessly with elves – and sometimes mortals – of both sexes, but he definitely prefers males when it comes to making love.” “Making love?!” Legolas squealed, growing panic-stricken. He had thought it was only *kissing* they were talking about at this point. “Hush Legolas,” Elrohir crooned. “You’re growing hysterical.” “Let me go!” Legolas demanded, and pushed Elrohir’s arms off him. He stood up, but it only lasted a second when a dizzy spell from all the miruvor he had drunk washed over him. The world seem to tip up on itself, and Legolas fell, barely noticing that Elladan caught him before he could hit the ground. Legolas groaned, wrapped tight in Elladan’s powerful arms, his head refusing to clear. “Take me back, please,” he begged, beginning to tremble in the twin’s embrace as everything overwhelmed him. “I’m sorry, little one. But you are ours now. We cannot let you go.” Legolas began to sob, clutching onto Elladan’s shirt as he cried bitterly. “I d-don’t want this,” he sobbed. “How can you be so sure if you’ve never tried?” Elladan asked gently. Legolas lifted his head and gave the elf a strange look. Elladan smiled sympathetically, and pushed some stray locks of golden hair behind the prince’s ear. “I promise we will not hurt you, little one. I know it can be a bit scary your first time, but El and I know what we are doing, and we’ll make you feel pleasure like you’ve never experienced before.” Legolas choked back a sob, a little afraid that the words the Peredhel spoke to him were sounding so tempting. “Besides,” Elladan added with a cheeky smile, “I don’t think you’re *totally* opposed to the idea of being with males…” and the twin trailed a teasing finger down the boy’s throat, chest, stomach, until it eventually whispered over a gentle bulge in the prince’s leggings. Legolas gasped, surprised to find himself slightly hard. Elrohir moved silently up behind him, and wrapped his arms around the boy’s body. “It’s alright, tithen-ernil. Let us ease your misery, and introduce you to yourself.” Legolas whimpered and slumped, giving himself in to the twins’ words. “I’m scared,” he whispered as a few tears ran down his cheeks. “I know, but there’s no need to be,” Elladan murmured softly, and then he kissed away the silvery wet trail on the boy’s cheeks. Legolas closed his eyes, leaning back against Elrohir and handing possession of his body over to the brothers. Legolas felt Elrohir’s lips skim over the skin at his neck from behind, while in front, Elladan’s mouth had moved down underneath his jaw, down his throat. Nimble fingers soon had the ties undone at Legolas’ tunic, and then pulled it over his head. The prince shivered as the cool night air kissed his skin, and then Elladan’s fiery mouth was moving down his chest, kissing, licking, sucking, biting… Legolas gasped as one of his nipples was sucked into Elladan’s hot, moist cavern, and the twin purred as he suckled on it for a time. Elrohir turned the boy’s head to the side so that he could get his first taste of the prince, and as he was kissing the blond deeply, began to tease the other nipple with one hand, and Legolas’ navel with the other. It was again becoming too much for the boy as he felt blistering heat sizzle through him and settle in his groin. He moaned, and his hands began to push Elladan and Elrohir away. “Stop!” he cried, panting for air, and shivering in fear. “It’s too much…!” “Here,” Elrohir offered, and before Legolas realised what was happening, he found his wrists being bound with his own discarded shirt. Elladan then gently pushed him back against the grass, and with a dagger from his boot, firmly secured Legolas’ arms above his head. Screaming. He should be screaming for help, Legolas thought desperately at this point, but the sound wouldn’t come. His voice was caught, as ripples of anticipation and anxiety washed through him at being tied down. “There now,” Elrohir soothed, rubbing the boy’s face with his hand. “All better now… No responsibility…” Legolas suddenly realised why the twins had done this. Legolas would now be able to enjoy what was happening to him, without feeling as though he should be trying to get away. In a way, it was a relief. “Now then,” Elrohir said, a sly grin splitting his face, “What shall I do with you first..?” The younger twin looked at the delicious sight before him, and in the end, settled for pillaging the boy’s mouth with his own eager tongue. Elladan grinned as he watched his brother kiss the still slightly reticent prince, and then entertained himself by flicking Legolas’ nipple with his tongue. Legolas groaned and arched upwards, but Elladan did not grant mercy. The boy was so sensitive, and it would be great fun to play with him and see how long he would last. “I dare say, brother,” Elladan said after a time. “This is one sensitive elfling we have on our hands.” Legolas pulled his head away from Elrohir. “I’m not an elfling!” he said, half way between annoyed and upset. Elladan ignored the comment and looked at his brother with a sly grin. “I dare say we could make him come just by playing with these…” and he brushed his fingers over Legolas’ hard nipples, making the boy whimper. “You know,” Elrohir considered. “I’m not sure I believe you.” “Well then,” Elladan grinned, pleased his brother was playing the game with him, “We’d better see who *is* right, hadn’t we?” “Yes, I suppose we had,” Elrohir agreed with an evil grin, and together, the twins lent down and began lavishing a nipple each. Legolas cried out as the two different sensations hit him at once. While one elf suckled on one nipple, the other would nip and lick the other. The tempo was at odds with itself, and it drove Legolas insane as his mind tried to comprehend what was happening to his body. He could feel his member swell considerably, until his tight leggings were unbearably strained by the pressure. “Please!” Legolas sobbed, raising his hips desperately to find some sort of friction there, but the twins ignored him. Legolas’ breathing became more irregular until he was gasping desperately for air. It didn’t help when Elrohir murmured something about finding other places that would make him come, and suddenly abandoned his nipple and reclaimed the prince’s mouth in a deep, mind-blowing kiss, pushing his tongue inside the boy’s shy mouth. Legolas’ lungs screamed for oxygen, and he began to wonder if he would pass out. Elladan also stopped his attack on Legolas nipple, ignoring the prince’s half relieved, half distraught moan as he did so. “Perhaps you’re right. I’m pretty sure we could make him come if we wanted, but let’s see what else makes him squirm… Are you quite content up there?” Elrohir pulled back, allowing the boy to gape for air. “Aye,” he murmured as he began teasing the boy’s ear with his tongue. “The prince has a sweet, little mouth.” Legolas blushed upon hearing this, and at how the twins talked about him in such a crude, casual manner. He was given little time to think when Elrohir was soon back kissing him breathless with his hot tongue and mouth. “Good,” Elladan said sultrily. “Well if you’re happy up there, I think I might move lower down.” Legolas only got a brief moment to worry about this before he felt Elrohir’s hot mouth seal over his own once more, chewing his lips, plunging his tongue inside and rubbing against his own, wet and wicked. He barely noticed that Elladan had undone the laces to his pants and was now pulling them down his slender hips and thighs, when his aching erection sprung free of its confines. Legolas yelped, coming out of the dizzy haze Elrohir’s mouth had pitched him into, and realised that both the twins were now looking at him critically. Legolas flushed, and heat poured into his member, making it swell impossibly more so. “What do you think, gwanur?” Elladan asked, wrapping a few finger’s about the boy’s quivering length, and moving up and down in long, sure strokes. Legolas whimpered and his hips bucked. “I think I shall like it when I take him,” Elrohir purred, turning his head back to look directly into Legolas’ wavering gaze, and gave the boy a naughty little smile. Then he kissed the prince again, tenderly this time, while Elladan resumed stroking him, coaxing hot blood to gather in his already aching flesh. Legolas could tell he was being toyed with, teased like some cat’s plaything. Elrohir gnawed on his lips a bit before pulling back, and Elladan let the pounding erection go. Legolas writhed on the ground and looked up pleadingly at the two, his cock swollen and heavy, his lips sore and tender. “What a sight he makes,” Elrohir whispered with almost a hint of awe, gently stroking the boy’s cheek. Legolas stared up wide eyed at the twins, wondering what they were going to do with him now. He was suddenly overwhelmed by the need to be touched. Anywhere, to be held, stroked, soothed, taken, possessed. He arced his hips, the desire to be touched strongest down there, and he moaned pitifully. Elladan grinned cruelly. “Will you join me, gwanunig?” “Of course,” Elrohir purred, moving down next to his twin. “Where shall we start?” “How about here?” Elladan suggested, bending forward and teasing the rim of Legolas’ naval with his tongue. “You seemed to discover that little golden spot earlier.” Elrohir smirked, and to the prince’s utter shock, joined his brother in the fight to plunge his tongue inside the boy’s bellybutton. Legolas gasped and shuddered, but thankfully the torture was only brief, as the twins slowly moved down his abdomen. He lifted his head slightly off the ground, watching, transfixed, as the brothers kissed and lapped at his skin, moving towards their inevitable goal. Legolas drew in a haggard breath as he felt the two dark-haired elves sear his creamy skin with their sinful, clever mouths. They avoided the tip of his shaft, and kept moving down until they found the base of his desire. Legolas moaned as their tongues flicked out, and drew wet lines across his aching flesh. They continued moving up his shaft together, tongues darting like snakes, sliding against each other as much as against Legolas’ satiny hard length. As they made their way up to the head of his erection, Legolas had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from screaming. At the tip, the twins partook some erotic three-way kiss with each other’s mouths and Legolas’ arousal. The boy whimpered, feeling so close to the edge as the demanding lips massaged his head and tongues coaxed pearly fluid from the slit, lapping it up to share together in a sloppy yet fiery kiss. Elrohir was the first one to pull back, licking his lips seductively. “Did you bring the oil, gwanur?” he asked softly, starring into his brother’s eyes with burning lust. “In the food basket,” Elladan replied, somewhat huskily. Legolas watched with some trepidation as Elrohir began rifling through the basket. Although he was apprehensive, he couldn’t now deny that a feeling of excitement was prickling though his skin like pins and needles, his blood rushing down to his groin and making his head spin dizzily. Suddenly he felt a warm breath tease his throbbing length, and he looked down, remembering that Elladan was still between his legs. “How are you, tithen-pen?” Elladan asked softly, cocking his head to the side. Legolas nodded his head stiffly, uncertain, which only made the older twin grin. Elladan, waiting for his brother to find the oil, removed his shirt, and then slid himself up over the boy’s body. He could feel Legolas trembling beneath him and gasp as their naked flesh met and burnt. “Do you like this?” Elladan asked sinfully, licking the boy’s lips, and grinding his hips against Legolas’. It suddenly felt all very real for the prince, having the heavy body of someone else lying on top of him between his spread thighs, his arms tied helplessly above him. Legolas stared up with tentative, almost fearful eyes into those of the Peredhel’s. Suddenly all humour and teasing fled from Elladan’s gaze, and there was only raw concern left. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered gently, and at last, Legolas believed him. Elladan must have seen the change, and he smiled, but it wasn’t naughty or lustful or filled with laughter. It was only filled with kindness, tenderness. Perhaps even love. “This is your first time with anyone?” he asked kindly, very gently rocking their hips together to keep the boy on edge. Legolas gasped slightly as his member was brushed against the coarse fabric of Elladan’s pants, and he nodded again. “Yes,” he whispered softly, and saw no scorn or any other unpleasant expression cross Elladan’s face at this admission. The prince was relieved to know that, underneath all the teasing and flirting, there lay a very tender, passionate elf in Elladan. Legolas realised that the same probably applied for Elrohir. He had sensed some of it when the younger twin had been kissing him earlier. The twins did not want to hurt him; only pleasure him and themselves, and find some release and entertainment in the sharing of their bodies. Hearing Elrohir cry out in triumph at finding the small, elusive vial of oil, Elladan gave the boy a last, encouraging look, and then bent forward and kissed him gently. When he pushed against the lips with his tongue, Legolas opened up without hesitation, allowing Elladan to taste him and explore his mouth for a brief moment. The twin pulled back slowly, and a broad grin spread over his face. “Mmmm… El was right. You *do* have a sweet, little mouth! There are other things than kissing I would like to teach it, but I think we’ll save that for another time.” The teasing, cheeky twin was back, but Legolas wasn’t worried anymore, knowing it to be all a show to make everything more exciting and less serious for himself and the brothers. “Been enjoying yourself?” Elrohir asked Elladan, who still lay sprawled on the top of the prince. “Mildly,” Elladan lazily retorted. “More so than you, from all the cursing I could hear.” “Well, if you’d packed a slightly bigger bottle, I wouldn’t have had such a hard time finding it,” Elrohir snapped back, though he was also grinning. “Shove,” he said, slapping his twin hard on the backside. Elladan scowled, and crawled back off the prince. “How would you like to do this, gwanur?” Elladan asked, still rubbing his behind. Elrohir considered a moment, and then looked at the prince tenderly. “Turn him on his side. It will be easier on him that way.” Elladan nodded, and helped roll Legolas onto his right side, making sure his hands were still firmly tied above his head. Legolas heard Elrohir getting undressed behind him, and for a moment, the prince simply lay where he was, closing his eyes and letting his thoughts drift. His head was spinning, and not just from the alcohol he had consumed. He felt a gentle, cool breeze caress him, and then Elrohir was suddenly lying behind him, and he could feel the twin’s hot flesh radiating heat onto his back. A shiver ran up his spine. “Hush now,” Elrohir soothed, stroking the prince’s slender back with one hand. Then Legolas cried out softly as he felt a slick, wet finger run teasingly up and down the cleft of his backside. Finally realising what Elrohir was going to do, Legolas sobbed, alarmed. “It’s okay,” Elladan said, now also naked and lying down in front of the prince. “Remember what I said? You don’t have to be afraid.” Legolas nodded, biting his lip hard, but allowed himself to be calmed. Elrohir moved his finger around Legolas’ puckered opening, giving the prince time to become accustomed to the feel. Then, he slowly pushed against the dark ring of muscle, and eventually slid in. Legolas whimpered despite himself, and Elladan was immediately there, kissing him, holding him, stroking him leisurely with one hand. Elrohir also whispered soothing words as he moved his finger carefully in and out of the boy, twisting and pushing it all the way up to his knuckle. “Try and relax, lend-ind,” Elrohir crooned when he could feel the walls of the prince’s passage tighten about him. Legolas nodded and did his best, and soon Elrohir added another slick digit inside. Legolas hissed, but allowed the twins to soothe him as he was stretched. Suddenly Elrohir brushed something and Legolas cried out, shocked. Elrohir laughed softly, almost darkly, and asked, “Did you like that?” Legolas couldn’t answer, and after a moment, Elrohir aimed for that same place again. “Ai!” Legolas wailed as a pleasant, burning heat flooded his groin and washed through his body. Elrohir hit the place again. And again. And Again. Legolas was almost weeping in tortured ecstasy as his body was undone from within by two little fingers. It felt so good, but it was almost more than he could bear. His cock twitched achingly, dribbling heavily, and he could feel his sack beneath tight and full. “Please,” he sobbed, closing his eyes, yet at the same time trying to impale himself further on the twin’s fingers. His entire body trembled violently, his limbs and muscles no longer obeying his command, as he lay there weak and shaking. “Please,” he sobbed again, burying his head against Elladan’s shoulder, not knowing what he begged for, just knowing that his entire body was burning, on fire, waiting for something to happen. “It’s alright,” someone said, he wasn’t sure which twin. Perhaps both. “Why don’t you work on him for a bit?” Elrohir suggested quietly, as he removed his fingers and slicked up his own needy erection. Elladan nodded silently, and moved down Legolas’ body, kissing him gently on the way. When he reached the boy’s sizeable erection, he nestled his nose and lips against the base, and placed a few, tender kisses there as well. “Legolas,” he whispered, his hot breath coating the shaft in a teasing tingle of air. A tremor ran down the boy’s spine, and the prince bowed his head so he could look at the older twin, whose lips rested so temptingly close to his source of need and desire. “Legolas? Elrohir is going to take you in a moment. You might feel uncomfortable at first, but it will get better. You have to trust us. Concentrate on what *I’m* doing for now, okay? That should make it bearable.” Legolas whimpered as he felt Elladan’s lips brush his cock as he spoke the words, his voice vibrating, and the sigh of the words caress his overly sensitised flesh. It was more than he could bear. “Legolas?” Elladan asked again, wanting to make sure the boy was ready. “Yes, damn it! Now please… it’s too much…” The twins exchanged a quick glance, and then both laughed, taking the boy’s impatience as a good sign. Elladan blew against the cock, and then used his wicked tongue to start lapping gently at the head. Legolas moaned deliriously, and when Elladan suddenly took him into his mouth, Legolas gasped and tensed. He would have come right then from the sensation of the twin’s soft, hot, wet mouth about him, but Elladan was fast and pinched the base of his cock almost cruelly. “Tsk, tsk,” Elladan chided as Legolas’ body convulsed, trying to absorb the fact that he had not yet come. “We haven’t gone to all that work only to wait for you to grow hard again.” Elladan looked up at Elrohir and smirked. “He *is* a sensitive little one.” Legolas groaned, writhing on the ground and murmuring nonsense words into the grass. When Elladan thought it safe, he slipped the pulsing flesh back into the moist heat of his mouth, and gradually sank in deeper. Then he pulled back slowly, and it was all that Legolas could do to prevent himself from almost coming again, watching as his wet, glistening shaft reappeared from within the twin’s sinful mouth. Legolas groaned as he felt Elladan add his tongue to the mix, swirling it about and rubbing the length as he moved steadily faster along his length, sucking and teasing with his lips. Then Legolas hissed and tensed as he felt Elrohir start to push in from behind. The prince tried to move away, and consequently shoved himself straight down the elder twin’s throat. Luckily Elladan was rather experienced, and was able to prevent himself from choking. Unable to move any further, and with the overwhelming sensation of his entire cock being engulfed by Elladan’s luscious mouth, Elrohir was finally able to breach the young prince. Legolas whimpered as he felt pain from behind, but pleasure in front, keeping him a prisoner between the two points, unable to move or escape from either. He felt Elrohir stretch him unbearably, and could feel the hard shaft slide against the walls of his passage. Elladan made a greater effort to draw Legolas’ attention away from the pain. Moving up and down, allowing Legolas to be consumed by the feeling of his cock buried inside his hot mouth, sucking and sometimes scraping with his teeth, swirling his tongue and tightening his lips, slicking the shaft with his saliva. Then Elladan let the length slide out of his mouth in a wet, sloppy sound, and Legolas cried out at the loss. Elladan grinned and blew against the wet head, coaxing the slit to weep in ecstasy, and then swallowing the entire length down his throat again. Again and again he teased, and Legolas was soon panting and gasping. The invasive feeling of Elrohir inside him had subsided now too. Legolas felt the twin’s length pull almost all the way out, slick and swollen, stopping only when its head reached the ring of muscle, and then slowly pushed back in again. Filling him, then pulling out, then stretching him again, then out… Legolas didn’t know which felt better, almost being rid of the hard length inside him, or having it fill him again completely. Then Legolas cried out as Elrohir found that spot inside him, and with every stroke rubbed against it. Legolas’ body lurched with each thrust, his cock twitching inside Elladan’s mouth every time that secret spot was hit, and soon Legolas was riding waves of pleasure so intense he could barely breathe. The twins worked on him hard. Thrusting more brutally, sucking faster. It almost felt like Elladan would suck his orgasm from him. Again, and again, Elrohir thrust in from behind without mercy, and again and again Elladan dipped his head and took Legolas into his burning, soft mouth. When Elrohir’s hand began tweaking a nipple, and his mouth sucked hard on his neck, Legolas lost control, and came hard, emptying himself out into Elladan’s mouth as his body shook and convulsed. He cried out with a loud, keening noise, and Elrohir had to clamp his hand over his mouth, for fear that the sentries might come to investigate the sound. Elladan swallowed every wave poured into him, and continued to lap at the boy’s member as Legolas was further used by his brother. Elrohir pumped into the prince a few more times, and slammed into him finally, pumping his seed into the boy’s poor, exhausted body. Elladan finally let Legolas’ now sloppy, soft member slip from his mouth, and then looked up at his brother, his eyes searching. Elrohir, still panting, pulled out as gently as he could, though Legolas moaned as he did so, feeling empty and a bit sore. Elrohir carefully turned Legolas around on to his back, and stared down at him with a lazy, tired smile. “Okay, kid?” Legolas’ only answer was to close his eyes, and then he asked hoarsely, “My wrists…?” Elrohir nodded and looked strangely at Legolas’ arms, as if surprised to find them still tied up there. He pulled out the dagger, and untied the knots holding the delicate hands together. Elrohir gave the boy his own shirt. “Here,” he said quietly, helping the prince into the clothing, “your shirt is no good now.” Legolas accepted the gift quietly, and then awkwardly pulled on his leggings. “El…?” Elladan asked softly, looking at his brother. “I know,” Elrohir replied, with a tired grin. He threw his brother the bottle of oil, and laid down on his stomach on the grass. Realising they weren’t going anywhere yet, Legolas gratefully remained on the ground, half curling up, and watching the twins with lazy interest. Elladan, still painfully hard, had finished rubbing oil over his erection, and now laid himself out on top of his twin. Gently, he slid inside his brother, and began to work up a relaxed rhythm. Elrohir rested his cheek on his folded arms in front of him, sighing and moaning softly as Elladan began pumping into him with a little more vigour. Legolas’ eyes were half lidded, watching the twins with dulled amazement as he fought off the light tendrils of sleep which tried to lure him into oblivion. Elladan was moving hard now, and Elrohir was doing his best to meet every thrust. After a few more minutes, where Elladan and Elrohir exchanged a few groaned and gasped words of love, Elladan came, burying his face against his twin’s shoulder and biting hard as he did so. Elrohir moaned softly as he was marked, and didn’t move much when his twin pulled out. They lay there for a while, regaining their breath, and then they both put their pants back on. Legolas wasn’t surprised when he felt the twins move up on either side of him afterward. He snuggled against whichever one was facing him, and revelled in the feel of the other spooning up behind. A twin sandwich, he thought to himself, and sighed, blissfully. “Are we going to go back?” Elladan asked softly, speaking over the golden head that was tucked safely against his chest. “Buggered if I’m gonna walk all the way back there,” Elrohir mumbled against the prince’s tresses. “And I doubt this one is strong enough to carry us both back to the house.” Elladan laughed softly, as they already believed the sweet prince to be asleep. He hugged the two elves closer against him. “So how did you like your new toy, El?” Elrohir asked drowsily. “Very much so,” Elladan said, and then his voice became more serious. “So much so, that I don’t think I can let him go.” “What are you talking about?” Elrohir asked, sounding concerned. “El, you heard what he said. His father tried to *make* him marry someone. That’s going too far. I simply can’t pat Legolas on the back and send him back home, only to be forced into another arranged marriage.” “You’re right,” Elrohir sighed. “We’ll work that out later, though.” “Mmm… Night, El.” “Night, gwanur.” *Double, double*, Legolas thought sleepily, remembering an old nursery rhyme he heard when he was a child. Double, double. Just how he liked it. ~The end ;) Elvish translations Ada – Father Gwanur – brother gwanunig – twin brother Peredhel – half-elven Arda – earth/world tithen ernil – little prince Miruvor – elvish drink, way-mead Tithen-pen – little one Lend-ind – Sweet heart Homepage: LJ www.livejournal.com/users/bone_fauna/ [Feedback and Reviews much appreciated! ;)] Beta’d by both Mawgy, her mother, and her sister, Cazsuan. Thanks to the whole family for the effort, but Mawgy especially for taking on this unexpected burden. She has been a great support, regardless of all her ‘loser’ comments. *g* Also as been conceptionally beta’d by Aliaself. I didn’t think she would get around to it, being on holiday and all, but she surprised me, sending me her beta’d version on the same day as Mawgy! So thanks to both of these people. I couldn’t have done it without either of them! :)