Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 17/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elrohir, Elladan, Elrond, Glorfindel, Erestor, Legolas, Thranduil and 
Thaladirith (OMC) in this chapter. 
Rating:  R - NC-17
Disclaimer:  They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline:  Fourth Age. 
Warning:  AU.  Angst.  Adult language and situations.  At times, this story contains 
males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. It may also contain twincest.  If this 
is not to your liking -- read NO further.  
Beta:  The one and only Aglarien.
A/N:  **Mind speak between the twins.**, *Emphasis*, (Thoughts)
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  Elladan and Elrohir deal with the aftermath of their kiss as the Imladris party 
continues to Mirkwood.  Legolas confides in his father in hopes of keeping the twins and 
himself safe from Thaladirith.  

Chapter Seventeen

Traveling to Mirkwood

Hands tangled in his hair as he was pulled closer and he heard a moan.  When Elrohir 
realized it belonged to him, he stepped back from Elladan breathing heavily.

Elladan, gasping, looked at him with an odd expression on his face before he turned 
away.

Elrohir took a step forward, but Elladan held up his hand to stop him.  “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Elrohir asked afraid he had upset his brother. **Elladan?**

“Just give me a minute, please?” Elladan asked without looking at his brother.

Elrohir stayed where he was and nervously watched Elladan as he stood in silence.  
Regret and sorrow flowed through him as he thought about what he had talked Elladan 
into.  (It was supposed to just be a test…just to see if we could and we did.  Not just once, 
but twice.  Kisses lovers would share…and we enjoyed it.  There is no denying that fact.  
Tthe bulges in our leggings are all the proof I need.  Sweet Eru, I should have never 
suggested it.  What was I thinking?  I wasn‘t thinking, that is the problem.)

“Well, we found out that we could kiss,” Elladan said, breaking the silence much to 
Elrohir’s relief.

“Aye, we did,” Elrohir agreed with a nod.  “We better bathe and return to camp before 
father sends Glorfindel to check on us, Dan.” Elrohir said as he began to remove his 
clothing.

“Aye, I wouldn’t want to explain our reason for not even being in the water yet to him.” 
Elladan chuckled as he removed his tunic.

“You are…..your kiss is…you are talented,” Elrohir said, blushing in a way Elladan had 
never seen before.

Elladan, embarrassed himself, laughed before returning the compliment.  “As are you, 
Roh…..very.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Mirkwood

Three days before the Imladris party was due to arrive, Legolas knocked on the king’s 
office door.  Once he was welcomed in, he sat in a chair in front of his father’s desk and 
gave him a smile.

“Legolas,” his father said, greeting him happily.  “I haven’t had much time to see you 
since your return.  I am glad you came by.”

“I know.  I have been making sure everything is ready for Lord Elrond and his party,” 
Legolas replied, smiling slightly.

“That is something that the staff will take care of.  You need not bother with trivial things 
such as that,” Thranduil replied with a frown.

“I know father, but they were so kind and generous while I was there.  I wanted to be sure 
they would be comfortable here,” the prince explained hoping the king would understand.

“Are you here because you miss me or because you have a problem?” Thranduil asked 
his youngest.  Legolas was most like his mother in temperament, and the king could read 
him like an open book when he wanted to discuss something.

“There are several things I need to tell you, but I am unsure where or how to begin,” 
Legolas admitted with a sigh.

“Well, it is always best to begin at the beginning,” the king replied with a grin.  “Is there 
some trouble I do not know about?”

“Nay,” Legolas lied, deciding it would be better to bring up Thaladirith later.  “I feel it is 
good news, but I am unsure what you will think or how you will react.”

“There is only one way to find out, my son,” Thranduil said, still smiling.  “Tell me what 
it is and we will go from there.”

“I was not completely truthful when I said that Elladan and Elrohir were merely 
acquaintances,’ Legolas began nervously.  “The three of us spent a great deal of time 
together and I found myself growing very fond of them.”

“Fond of them?” the king asked.

“Well, more than fond,” Legolas admitted, slowly.  “I fell in love with them, father, and 
they with me.  I know that it is not an ordinary situation…”

“Nay, it is not,” Thranduil answered evenly, hiding his delight at the news.  “How can 
you love them both, Legolas?  You do not favor one more than the other?”

“I do not, and that part is causing me a great deal of confusion,” Legolas confessed 
hesitantly.  “I feel the same for both of them and, Elrohir advised me to listen to my 
heart.  My heart tells me I cannot live without either of them.”

“Your mother always said that your heart would guide you,” the king answered.  “It 
seems your heart knows what it wants.  I would advise you to follow it.”

“You are not upset that I love Elrond’s sons?” Legolas asked in confusion.

“Nay, indeed I am happier than I have ever been,” Thranduil admitted, smiling at 
Legolas’ confusion.  “The letter I sent to Elrond suggested we find a way to ensure our 
sons would sail to Valinor.  If Elladan and Elrohir choose elfkind, it will be in part 
because of their love for you, my son.  It seems we did not need to scheme to bring you 
together.”

“You and Elrond were going to work together?” the prince asked in shock.  “You were 
going to try to make Elladan and Elrohir fall in love with me?  And me with them?”

“Aye and it did not matter which you chose.  The twins will make their choice of 
mankind or elfkind together…”

“Aye, I know.  Elrohir told me,” Legolas interrupted, somewhat angrily.  “I can’t believe 
you were going to do that.  What if I despised them or them me?”

“That was a chance Elrond and I were willing to take,” Thranduil answered firmly.  
“Calm yourself, Legolas.  A father will do anything to ensure his son will sail and live an 
eternity in Valinor.  My love for you and your brothers knows no bounds.  While I have 
been sure of your brothers’ decisions, yours has remained elusive.  For all I knew, you 
could have decided to remain here and fade into legend with all the other elves who 
decide not to sail.  I would have done anything to make sure you join us in the Undying 
Lands - as would Elrond for Elladan and Elrohir.”

Legolas remained quiet as he thought about his father’s words.  Although he had no 
children, he would do anything to make sure Elladan and Elrohir would choose elfkind 
and sail so they could live their lives in Valinor.  If the twins chose mankind, he would 
stay with them and die.  He would fade from grief if the twins died, so their lives were 
connected for eternity.  Better to live and celebrate their love in Valinor than to stay and 
fade.

“I think I understand your reasoning, father,” Legolas said finally.  “I do not agree with 
your plan, but I know you were only doing what you thought you had to do.”

“Aye, I was,” Thranduil admitted readily.  “Is there something else you wish to tell me?

“Nay, I think that is everything,” Legolas answered.  He would find a way to deal with 
Thaladirith on his own.

“It is nearly time for the mid-day meal.  Walk with me to the dinning hall and you can 
share more about your twins,” the king suggested, grinning mischievously.

Thaladirith entered his office just as the king and Legolas exited the study.  He was filled 
with rage and was already planning a way to exact revenge on the prince.  Seething with 
anger, he destroyed his office, leaving nothing unturned.

(Legolas lied about his relationship with the twins!  How dare he!  Oh, he will pay, and 
pay dearly.  The sons of Elrond will not live long once they pass the borders of 
Mirkwood.  I need a plan, a foolproof plan…I will use Legolas as bait; if they love him as 
he says, they will come to his rescue.  *All* three of them will die.)

As he planned, Thaladirith relaxed in a chair with a glass of Dorwinion wine.  (The 
prince should have known better than to lie to me.)  The captain called for his assistant to 
clean up the mess he had made before heading to the dining hall for a shared lunch with 
one of his prey.  An evil grin spread over his face as he thought of the pain and suffering 
the three would endure before they breathed their last excruciating breath. (What a 
beautiful thing to watch, an elf take his last breath...)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Traveling to Mirkwood

“It seems like your plan to unite with Thranduil in his plan is unnecessary,” Erestor 
commented as he watched the twins banter back and forth.

“Perhaps it is for the best,” Elrond replied, as Elrohir swatted at his brother.  “If we had 
had to resort to scheming, I’m afraid the three of them would have balked if they found 
out.”

“I told you it was best to leave things alone,” Glorfindel interjected.  “Thranduil’s plan 
was pure lunacy and I have a feeling it would have failed miserably.”

“Oh, I don’t know that it would have failed,” Erestor replied, chuckling.  “I do know that 
if Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir had found out they where being manipulated they would 
have done the opposite of what was wanted just to spite you and the king.”

“Aye, the three of them are stubborn enough to have done that,” Glorfindel agreed, 
laughing.  “You would have had a mess on your shoulders then, Elrond - and Thranduil 
as your only ally.  That would have been something to see!”

Elrond laughed in spite of himself and shook his head.  “I would do it if it meant securing 
their future.  I love all of my children, and after loosing Arwen, I couldn’t bear the 
thought of losing my sons.”

“None of us could have, mellonen,” Erestor said, patting his lord on the back.  
“Glorfindel and I helped raise them, and they are like family to us, as are you.”

“He is right, Elrond,” the blond warrior agreed.  “We are family, even if not by blood.  I 
only hope Legolas will become a part of it as well.”

“We shall see.  We should be at the borders tomorrow afternoon,” Elrond stated, a slight 
smile on his face as he looked at Elladan and Elrohir.  “Hopefully a certain blond prince 
will be among the party that greets us.”

TBC