Title: Melethen (Chapter 21/25) Author: Meleth (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com) Type: FPS Cast or Paring: Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan, Thaladirith (OMC), Thranduil, Erestor, Glorfindel and Elrond 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 rescues Legolas and Thaladirith is brought before Thranduil. Chapter Twenty One The Waterfall Thaladirith growled as he felt the knife press firmly against his neck. “You have made a mistake, son of Elrond,” he seethed. “I will slice Legolas from ear to ear before you can move.” “You, Captain, think too highly of yourself,” Elrohir replied, having grabbed his own knives while Thaladirith was distracted. “My dagger will strike your hand and you will drop the knife before you have your chance.” “Fucking half-elves,” the captain snarled. “You think you are so finely trained. I was killing orcs before you were born! You are no match for me.” **’Now, Elrohir!’** Elladan sent as he cut Thaladirith’s throat just enough to cause him to flinch. Elrohir’s dagger stuck in the captain’s hand and he dropped the knife he had been holding to Legolas’ throat. “Legolas, are you well?” Elladan asked his beloved, but the prince did not reply. He was staring at the wounded captain writhing on the ground in pain. The elf warrior shook him and got his attention. “Are you well?” “Aye,” Legolas replied wrapping his arms around Elladan. “I am unharmed, ‘tis just a scratch.” Elrohir bound the captain’s hands and stood him up. “Never underestimate a Peredhil; it is harmful to your health. Thranduil will be interested in your plans for his youngest son.” “When he hears how you have blackmailed me over the years you will be lucky if he lets you live,” Legolas said as he looked at Thaladirith in disgust. “I would say you will be exiled and ordered to sail.” “We should get him back to the palace and let your father decide what to do with this scum,” Elladan suggested as he looked at the still bleeding cut on Legolas’ throat. “’Tis good that Elrohir and I can mind speak or you could have been killed. I think it will need to be stitched, melethen.” “Only if you or Elrohir will be the one doing the stitching, for I am not fond of healers,” Legolas replied trying not to grin. “Did you hear that, Dan?” Elrohir laughed. “We are doomed. He will never love us as he should, just because we are healers.” “I think the prince just wants us to kiss it and make it better,” Elladan surmised, chuckling. “We will do that and much more,” Elrohir replied, smiling mischievously at Legolas. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The Great Hall Thranduil was not happy to be pulled from his meeting with Elrond to take care of an unexpected problem, but when he entered the hall, he saw Legolas and the twins holding his captain with bound hands. “What is going on here and why is my Captain tied as if he is a criminal?” The king demanded. “Father, if I may explain,” Legolas said, keeping his voice calm and his manner prince- like. “Please, and do it quickly. I have little patience today,” Thranduil replied firmly. "Legolas, what has happened to your throat? Come closer so that I may see." Angry eyes turned on the captain and the entire court held their collective breaths. Elrond, Erestor and Glorfindel watched the happenings with barely concealed curiosity, along with the rest of the members in court. “For many years Thaladirith has blackmailed me into doing what he wishes, and today he held me and threatened Elrohir. It was only Elladan’s timely arrival that saved us,” the prince explained. “Never has he harmed me before, but to get me to agree to certain terms, he threatened your life, my king, and mine as well.” Thranduil turned a dark look on his captain before turning back to his son. “Why have you never spoken of this before today?” “I feared for your life, father,” Legolas answered honestly. “Thaladirith is closer to you than anyone, and had many ways and chances to harm you. I could not put your life in jeopardy. It was easier to do as the captain wished.” “He did not force you…” Thranduil began, but was interrupted by Legolas. “Nay, he did not force himself on me, father,” the prince swore. “After my majority he allowed no one to approach me or even to look at me with any interest. Thaladirith was going to force me to bind with him and then kill you, father. Elrohir witnessed everything, and if it wasn't for his and Elladan's quick thinking, we all may have perished this day. It was then that the twins pushed Thaladirith to his knees in front of the king. “You are lucky Elladan and Elrohir have as much honor as they do, Captain. If I had caught you in the act, there is no telling what I might have done!" Thranduil's anger was clear in his voice. "Guards! Take him to the dungeons until I have my anger under control.” Two guards rushed forward and escorted Thaladirith to the dungeons below the palace. Thranduil turned to Legolas and frowned. “I will talk to you later, my son, about the importance of telling your father everything. Right now, see to the cut on your throat. I expect you to meet me at my office before the dinner hour. You are dismissed.” Legolas turned to leave with Elladan and Elrohir following. “We have the necessary healing supplies in our room to sew you up,” Elrohir offered, grinning. “Does it really need to be stitched?” Legolas asked with a sigh. “Once we clean it up and get a better look we will decide, but we will do what is best for you, my Prince,” Elladan replied as he moved his lover’s blond hair back from the cut. “We will have to wash your hair so it does not stain.” “Get the supplies and meet me in my room,” Legolas suggested. “I have a much bigger tub and my bed will hold all of us….if we should need it, that is.” “I have a feeling we will need it my, Prince,” Elladan replied coyly. “It was hard work spending the morning in the armory and rescuing you and Elrohir. Come to think of it, I should get a special treat for doing so.” Elrohir raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother. “And what would that be, Dan?” “Why both of you, of course,” he said matter-of-factly. Elrohir and Legolas stopped in their tracks, not sure if they heard the elder twin correctly. “What?” Elladan said, turning around to see why they stopped. “You just said you wanted us both,” Legolas replied slowly. “Aye, I did and I do,” Elladan answered a half smile on his face. “Sweet Eru, let’s not talk about it in the hall….get the stuff Elladan. I’m going with Legolas to make sure I am not dreaming.” Elrohir still looked shocked as the prince took his hand and led him down the hall. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The Dungeons Thranduil made his way to the cell that had been assigned to Thaladirith and stopped to look at the elf he used to trust with his life. What he saw before him now was a manipulative, greedy, evil elf that should not even be allowed to see another sunrise. The captain stared back at his king with a scowl on his face. “Your countenance does not help your case any, Thaladirith,” Thranduil said his voice limned with hate. “I should have killed you when I had the chance,” the captain replied with a sneer. “Legolas would have done anything to protect you. I should have forced him and then watched him fade. “Such brave words from someone who is facing exile or death,” the king replied angrily. “So many times he started to tell you, but he could see me watching him and listening to what he was saying to you,” Thaladirith spat. “He may be known for his mettle as a warrior, but I could look at him a certain way and he would cower. Legolas is so much like his mother; they both deserved the way they were treated.” “You dared touch my wife?” Thranduil asked, enraged by the implication. “I did not have to touch her,” the evil elf snapped. “She did my bidding willingly. Tell me, Thranduil King, are you sure Legolas was born of your loins?” “How dare you question my queen’s honor!” the king said, trying to grab the captain through the bars. “You better thank the Valar for your life this night, *orc spawn*. It is the last you will spend in Arda. A patrol is leaving for the Havens in the morning and you will accompany them, and then be placed on a ship to sail. May the Valar have mercy on your soul.” Thranduil left the dungeons muttering under his breath, but thankful he did not need to worry about the captain around his son any longer. The guilt the king felt for not realizing what was going on under his very nose nearly led him to tears. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ **‘Make sure you bring the rings, Dan,’** Elrohir sent his brother as a reminder. **`They are already in my pocket, Roh. I would not forget them,’** Elladan assured his twin. **`We will ask him tonight and then speak to our fathers tomorrow. If he agrees.’** Elrohir was beginning to sound nervous about the whole idea. **`Legolas will agree,’** Elladan replied feeling more confident as he made his way to the prince’s room. **`You were serious, Dan? About having me?’** **’Aye, I was. I am. Legolas needs to witness our loving, Elrohir. Trust me in this.’** **`I will, Dan. I do.’** TBC