Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 24)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Thranduil, Glorfindel and Thaladirith 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 also contains 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, Elrohir and Legolas enjoy an early morning romp while Thaladirith 
makes plans to keep from sailing.  Glorfindel wakes to a surprise.         

Chapter Twenty Four

Elladan was the first to stir and looked at his sleeping lovers with a soft smile on his face.  
The night had been spent loving one another and he could not remember ever being as 
happy or as content as he was at the moment.  The realization that he and Elrohir were 
also meant to be lovers filled him with wonder as he rested his head on Legolas’ 
shoulder.

The elf warrior could not resist sliding his hand down the well formed chest to the taut 
abdomen.  The skin was soft, but the muscles firm as his hand crept lower, finally 
reaching his betrothed’s sleeping member.  A soft gasp sounded from the prince’s mouth 
as Elladan rubbed him to hardness.

“Elladan,” Legolas moaned sleepily as he looked into his mate’s eyes and arched into his 
touch.  “You desire more after last night?”

“Aye, my Prince,” the elf warrior replied softly before licking up the slope of Legolas’ 
ear and taking the tip in his mouth.  “I will always desire more of you.  Always.”

Legolas turned his head and met Elladan’s lips for a searing kiss as he pressed his body 
closer to his betrothed.  The prince’s hands tangled in the elf warrior’s tousled hair and 
pulled Elladan on top of him, wanting more contact between them.  As their awakening 
arousals touched they both cried out with mounting desire.

Their cries pulled Elrohir from his sleep and he turned to watch their kiss with 
anticipation.  Unable to keep from joining in, the elf knight began to lick his way down 
his brother’s back, nipping him several times before coming to the swell of his firm 
buttocks.  The sounds of their moans pushed Elrohir further as he moved between his 
twin’s legs.

The first swipe of the elf knight’s tongue to Elladan’s entrance had the elf warrior 
screaming and pushing back against the teasing muscle.  Elrohir grinned to himself and 
opened Elladan further with his hands before teasing him once again as he tasted his 
musky scent.

“Roh, wait,” Elladan pleaded as he stared down at the prince with lust darkened eyes.  
“Let me take Legolas before you continue, otherwise I will be of no use to him.”

Legolas grinned and looked at Elrohir mischievously.  “Please do not undo him, my Elf 
knight; he has to finish what he started here.”

“Have no fear, my Prince,” Elrohir replied with a mischievous grin of his own.  “Elladan 
*will* finish.  If it is before you are ready for him to do so, I will take over.”

“I am glad you two have such confidence in me,” Elladan remarked playfully before 
turning back to look at Legolas.  “Are you ready, my Prince?” 

“More than ready, Elladan,” Legolas answered truthfully as he opened his legs in 
invitation.  “Have me this morning and make me remember it all this day.”

Elladan and Legolas both hissed as the elf warrior entered the prince.  The feeling of 
being filled by Elladan and gripped by Legolas’ heat almost proved to be too much for 
the pair.  Elrohir, who had been waiting rather patiently, delved deeply into Elladan’s 
entrance with his tongue, causing the elf warrior to cry out.  The feelings Elrohir was 
causing was pushing Elladan past his peak, and he could hardly concentrate on thrusting 
into the prince below him.  

The elf warrior’s thrusts became erratic and harder, as the prince begged him for more by 
meeting his every movement and calling his name.  Elrohir’s ministrations proved too 
much for Elladan, and he erupted deeply inside Legolas, crying out his name and then 
Elrohir’s.  Pleased that his brother enjoyed his technique, Elrohir pushed Elladan off 
Legolas and kissed the elf warrior deeply, allowing his twin to taste himself.

The kiss ended and Elladan could only lie there and try to regain his breath from the most 
erotic treatment he had ever received.  He barely noticed Elrohir enter Legolas and take 
his place.  The prince welcomed Elrohir with open arms before wrapping his long, well 
muscled legs around the elf knight to pull him even deeper.

“I want it hard, Elrohir,” Legolas moaned as the elf knight set a steady, but deep and hard 
rhythm.  

“And you shall have it,” Elrohir promised as he pulled almost all the way out and entered 
his Prince once again.  

Too soon they achieved their end, and when Elrohir reached between them to stroke 
Legolas in time with his thrusts, the prince cried out his name as he spilled his seed, 
covering their chests and abdomens.

Legolas’ contracting muscles pulled Elrohir’s orgasm from him and he howled the 
prince’s name as he emptied his offering deeply within him.  Exhausted and spent, the elf 
knight collapsed on Legolas’ chest, and the prince held him while they recovered their 
breath.

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

Thaladirith seethed with anger as he sat and waited for his meager morning meal to be 
brought to him.  

(There is no way I will be forced to sail when I know the Valar wait to pass judgment on 
my deeds here in Arda.  I will not be bound to their decision any more than I am bound to 
Mirkwood or its king by loyalty.  May the entire forest be cursed for the actions taken 
against me.  No one else will be allowed to choose my fate!  I will die before I am taken 
as a prisoner to the Havens.  May my spilled blood corrupt the forest against the royal 
house.)  

The demoted captain’s thoughts were interrupted by footsteps approaching his cell.  
Thaladirith stood and made his way to the cell door.  A young warrior carried his tray of 
bread and water.  The prisoner searched his mind for the young one’s name, but he could 
not recall it.

“You must step closer,” Thaladirith encouraged. “I cannot reach the tray.”

The young, naïve guard stepped closer, and the captain grabbed him and held him against 
the bars as he slipped the knife from the guard’s scabbard.  Pushing the guard back from 
the cell, Thaladirith stabbed himself through the heart and fell dead on the cold stone 
floor.

Traumatized by the sight, the guard called for his captain and pressed against the opposite 
wall until help arrived.  

The captain arrived and stared at the lifeless body of the elf that was once almost as 
powerful as the king.  Thaladirith would not sail to Valinor and receive punishment for 
his crimes.  The ex-captain would forever haunt the halls of Mandos.

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

(Too much wine, but even with the headache I have, I cherish the warm body next to 
mine.  The soft hair is tickling my nose, but I do not want to move.  The scent reminds me 
of the spring and I want to linger there for a while.)  

The elf opened one eye half way to see the tousled blond hair of his bed mate and smiled 
widely before snuggling closer.  The sleeping elf moved to accept the closeness and let 
out a sound of contentment, not once waking.

Thranduil moved the covers lower to give himself a chance to stare at Glorfindel’s body 
as he continued to sleep.  The Elda certainly had a body that most would die for, and the 
king could understand why he was sought out.  Perhaps it was the wine that drew 
Glorfindel to the king’s bed, but at the moment Thranduil could care less why he was 
here.  The king wanted another taste of what he had when the blond warrior had returned 
to his rooms with him.

The feel of the muscled body writhing beneath him and the cries for more only served to 
heighten the pleasure they found in one another.  The only problem the king could see 
was that once Glorfindel woke, he would be angry.  It was no secret that the Balrog 
slayer did not care for Thranduil or his ways.  Perhaps last night had changed the 
captain’s mind…one could only hope.

Glorfindel’s stirring to wakefulness brought Thranduil out of his musings and he smiled 
as the Elda turned to face him.

“Thranduil?  What is going on?” Glorfindel asked angrily as he spotted the king and 
jumped out of the bed pulling the sheet with him.  “How did I get here and why was I 
naked in your bed?”

“You returned to my rooms with me last night, Glorfindel,” the king explained calmly 
with a small smirk on his face, his own nakedness not bothering him in the slightest.  

“I can hardly believe that!  How much wine did I drink?” the blond warrior asked as he 
moved, grabbing his head as he moaned.  There was a soreness in his lower body that left 
no doubt as to what went on the night before.  “You got me drunk and seduced me!”

“Nay, you were all over me in the hall,” Thranduil replied quickly.  “Ask Elrond and 
Erestor.  They will tell you I speak the truth.”

Glorfindel opened his mouth to speak, but no words were forthcoming.  After another 
moment of silence his shoulders slumped and he forced himself to speak.  “I do not need 
to ask them.  I remember well enough what happened.”

Thranduil moved out of the bed and caressed Glorfindel’s cheeks with his finger tips.  
“You are beautiful, my Balrog Slayer.  I will not lie and say I do not desire you, have 
always desired you.”  

“You have a fine way of showing it,” Glorfindel retorted angrily.  “You have made sure 
to flaunt your lovers every chance you get.  You are nothing but a hateful king with 
nothing better to do than to play with people’s feelings and emotions.  You leave a string 
of broken hearts in your wake.  Why should I believe anything you say?”

“It is true that I have done those things you speak of,” Thranduil admitted readily.  “Did 
you ever think that I may have been trying to get your attention?  From your reaction it 
seems I did garner some of it.”

“Everyone noticed your bed treats, King,” Glorfindel replied, looking away.  “Tales are 
carried between realms after all.”

“Aye, they are, and I wanted you to know every last sordid detail,” Thranduil replied, 
stepping closer as Glorfindel stepped away.  “The more you heard, the more you wanted 
what you thought you could not have.  Isn’t that right?”

“Don’t be preposterous!” Glorfindel snapped, stepping further away from the king.  “You 
have too high an opinion of yourself if you think I spent anytime wishing I was one of 
your conquests.”

“Tell me something,” the king requested softly.  “Why have you taken no one as a lover?  
With all the lovely ellith and handsome ellon available to you, why do you stay chaste?”

“Perhaps I am just discreet,” the golden warrior answered evasively.

“You are neither discreet nor are you a very good liar,” Thranduil was quick to point out 
as he moved to the warrior once again and allowed his fingers to tease the tip of an ear.  
“One does not approach someone they despise even when they are in their cups, 
Glorfindel.  Wine takes away inhibitions and gives one courage to approach what they 
truly desire.”

The balrog slayer shivered and pushed the king’s hand away.  “Daro.”   

Thranduil chuckled and pulled Glorfindel into a heated kiss - a kiss the warrior struggled 
against at first, but then he relaxed and returned it with fervor.  The king skillfully 
maneuvered the golden Elda towards his bed and began to seduce the blond warrior once 
again. 

TBC