Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 2/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel in this 
chapter. 
Rating:  R - NC-17
Disclaimer:  They aren’t mine, no matter how much I wish it.
Timeline:  Fourth Age 
Warning:  AU
Beta:  The one and only Aglarien.
A/N:  **Mind speak between the twins**, * Emphasis*  
Between this chapter and last, the elves have decided to demand certain events take place.  
In trying to keep peace, (and them speaking with me) I have relented and let them have 
things their way, for now.  Just for the record, Elrohir can be very persuasive…...  
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  A meeting with Elrond, Elladan and Elrohir have a discussion and Legolas 
thinks about possibilities.


Chapter Two

An eyebrow lifted toward the ceiling as the esteemed Lord of Imladris read the missive 
from the King of Mirkwood.  Elrohir, Elladan and Legolas shared a look and a grin 
before turning their attention back to Elrond.  

“What does it say, Elrond?”  Erestor asked as he leaned forward in his chair in front of 
the desk.

“Thranduil wants to declare a truce between us and has invited us to his home so that we 
may discuss…many things.”  Elrond refolded the letter and placed it on his desk before 
glancing up at Erestor and Glorfindel. 

“What sort of  ‘things’?” the blond warrior asked.  “What is left to discuss?  Sauron has 
been defeated; there is no longer a need for alliances between your houses.  It will not be 
long before you sail and I am sure he will not linger when he has the promise of reuniting 
with his queen.”

“The Crown Prince is more than capable of ruling the kingdom in his father’s stead,” 
Erestor pointed out.  “I am sure the king is only thinking of assuring that your children 
and his will prosper until all have passed over the sea.”

“Tell us, Legolas, what do you know of his intentions?” Elrond asked, looking up at the 
prince.

“Truthfully, I do not know,” Legolas admitted with a sigh.  “I was only informed that my 
father wished to make peace and extended an invitation to visit our home.  No other 
reason was shared with me nor have I heard whispers of any.  He has changed since I 
returned home.  He is warmer and more agreeable than I have ever seen him.”

“Whatever his reasons, I am inclined to agree that it is time we made peace,” the Elflord 
replied.  “I will pen an answer and have a messenger sent to inform Thranduil of our 
arrival.”  He turned his eyes on his sons and continued, “Glorfindel, Erestor and I have 
some things to talk about.  Please ensure Legolas is comfortable and we will see you at 
dinner.”

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

Legolas relaxed against the pillows of the guestroom bed with a sigh.  The weeks 
traveling from his home had been tiring, but he was too wound up to even think about 
trying to sleep.  The memory of Elladan’s body and his needful moans refused to quiet 
themselves in the archer’s mind.  Elrohir’s welcome, the bulk of his warrior’s body 
pressed against his own, was unexpected, but Legolas had delighted in the feel of it too 
much to move away.

An impish grin spread across his face as he thought about the possibility of a perhaps 
brief, but enormously satisfying intimate relationship with one of the twins.  He would 
not be selective.  Either, he was sure, could please him well.  It was not only for their 
bravery and ability as warriors that they were known - their reputations as courteous and 
accomplished lovers were known to all above the age of majority.  They were desired by 
all who looked upon them and the prince was not immune to their charms.

Legolas was not completely unaware of his own impact on those around him, but he was 
often baffled by how others spoke of his loveliness.  In his mind, those who praised his 
beauty had their own agendas and were trying to charm him into a meeting with his king 
father, or some other favor they thought he could do for them.  He had learned early not 
to believe everything he was told, but not before he suffered his share of disappointments, 
and too often, a broken heart.  

It became habit for him to seek pleasures outside his father’s realm where he would be 
free to dally with those he chose.  He was always the aggressor in these short lived 
liaisons and never promised more than one night in his bed.  Those who expressed wishes 
for more or let it be known they shared a tryst with the prince were never frequented 
again.  He was discreet in his choosing, always selecting one among the ranks of warriors 
or a sister of one of his many friends.

As his thoughts continued, he almost gasped when he realized the number of years it had 
been since he had last allowed himself to seek pleasure.  Too long, he decided, but as 
images of gray eyes, black hair and a muscled back flashed through his mind, he vowed 
to end his period of chasteness with the least amount of delay possible.  That is, if one of 
them was amenable to such.  Another grin spread across his face as he thought about the 
manner in which he would go about ensuring their interest.  If he was fortunate, he could 
end up with not one, but two lovers.  

“Praise Eru!” he said to the empty room.   

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

Elladan practically shoved Elrohir in their shared sitting room and slammed the door.  
“What, in all of Arda, were you trying to accomplish?  Legolas is a guest here and you, a 
son of the lord…”

“Did you notice how like the sun his hair is?” Elrohir asked, ignoring his brother’s 
obvious ire, the smile on his face and the look of feigned innocence angering the elder 
twin further.

“… hang all over him like a common whore in a human tavern.  If father knew how you 
were acting he would flay you alive.  Not only is he a prince, he is part of the reason for 
the Dark Lord’s defeat!  He deserves…”

“And his mouth, with lips the color of a blushing maid, so right for pillaging….”

“… our respect.  Now that Thranduil has finally made a move to end the hostility 
between himself and father, all we need… ”

“To have his lithe body writhing underneath mine would be a vision I could get used to.  
Can you imagine those …”

“…is for Legolas to tell his father he was all but mauled by one of Elrond’s sons.  The 
king would have you hanged from the highest tree in the forest and father would be 
forced to…”

“… blue eyes, dilated and dark with need, looking up at you as he moans your name and 
begs you for more?”

“… declare war and you, my brother, would be responsible for bringing kinslaying into 
this age.  The whole of Arda would be at war and all because you could not keep your 
hands off the youngest prince of Mirkwood!”

“Even you cannot deny how enticing that sight would be.” 

“Elrohir!  Have you listened to nothing I have said?”  

“Aye, I heard and you heard me, as well.” The younger twin said, pointing to the obvious 
tent in his brother’s leggings.  “I have not seen you so afflicted since our youth.”

With a hopeless sigh, Elladan fell into a waiting chair and covered his face with 
trembling hands.  “I do not favor males.  I cannot.  I will not.”

Hearing the desperation in his brother’s voice, Elrohir moved to cradle his fraught twin in 
his arms.  “Ai, Elladan, you cannot let what happened in the past keep you from finding 
some happiness now.”

“It may be in the past to you, Elrohir, but it feels like only yesterday to me.” He answered 
as he fought the urge to weep.  “I have faced orcs, trolls, wildmen and worse in battle, but 
I have not the courage to admit what I desire.”

“Legolas is nothing like…”

“Nay, he is not,” Elladan admitted, his words muffled against his brother’s chest.  “He 
seems to be everything we thought he was, but we truly do not know him.”

“That is easily remedied,” Elrohir replied, glad the conversation took this turn.  “We will 
spend our days introducing him to our fine vale.  The nights, well, we will spend them 
drinking and sharing tales with him.  If he happens to wake in my bed one morning, all 
the better for me.”

“You are incorrigible, brother.” Elladan laughed as he pulled away from him, but turned 
serious.  “You truly desire him?”

“Aye, I do,” the younger twin admitted, unable to stop the smile from spreading across 
his face.  

“I suppose we have a problem then.”  Elladan had no wish to compete with his brother 
for the affections of another, not even for the fair Legolas.

“What problem?  Have we not shared our entire lives?”  The younger twin chuckled at 
the look his words brought to his brother’s face.

TBC