Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 3/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas 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*
Confounded elves, give them an inch and they take a mile.  I know this is moving along 
at a snail’s pace, but this part of the story is important as it is establishing the relationship 
between Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir.  I promise not to spend so much time on parts of 
the story that are insignificant, unless the elves involved refuse to cooperate.  In that case, 
I will make an attempt to compromise, especially if the elves promise to be as persuasive 
as Elrohir was in the last chapter.  
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  Elrohir prepares for a night of drinking and tales while Elladan shows 
Legolas something completely unexpected.      

Chapter Three

Elrohir was never so glad to finally be excused from the dinner table.  He had been a 
busy elf this afternoon, and having to sit through the meal had nearly driven him mad.  
Plans had been made, favors called in, and to guarantee they would not be interrupted had 
cost him his favorite dagger.  Elladan had better thank him profusely.  His twin owed him 
for this, and Legolas, well, the prince better prove worth it.  A wicked smile tugged at the 
corners of his mouth as he thought of ways the blond could prove how worth it he was.

As he made his way through the kitchens, he stopped to confirm his orders were being 
carried out.  Satisfied with the progress of the staff, he moved on to the wine cellar, 
making his way past his father’s impressive selection to a little known cubby.  He felt 
along the wall until he touched the hidden release and stood back as the wall came 
forward revealing Erestor’s private stock  

“You should have known you couldn’t hide it forever, Counselor,” he said, a wide grin 
making its way to his face.

None of them were sure where or how Erestor came to own the potent wine, but it was 
well worth the time it took to find it.  The twin pulled two bottles off the shelf and started 
to replace the wall, but paused.  If he had learned nothing else in his long life, he learned 
to always be prepared.  He grabbed a third bottle before quickly covering his tracks and 
leaving everything in its place.

When he reached the door to his and Elladan’s rooms, he nodded to the elf he lost his 
dagger to.  “Once the food has arrived I want no other interruptions….unless, of course, 
the manor is burning to the ground….or we are attacked by a horde of trolls.  Do you take 
my meaning?”

“Aye, Elrohir,” the elf replied, nodding to the twin.  “You paid well for my services.  I 
will not disappoint you.”

“See that you don’t,” Elrohir said, his words serious, but not harsh.  He entered the room 
and kicked the door shut with his booted foot.  “Now to make this place presentable…..”

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

Elladan watched Elrohir leave and grinned to himself before turning to Legolas who was 
seated next to him.  “I would like to show you something.  Would you accompany me to 
the Hall of Fire?”

“Of course, but I have been to the Hall of Fire before,” Legolas replied with a 
breathtaking smile.

“Aye, you have, but have you been there today?”  Elladan teased, knowing the prince 
hadn’t and raised an eyebrow as he waited for him to reply.

“Nay,” Legolas admitted, chuckling at the gentle teasing.

“Come, then, and let me show you what has changed.”  

<<<<<>>>>>

When they entered the Hall of Fire, Legolas looked for any major changes but didn’t find 
any, and turned to Elladan with an expectant look.  The twin shook his head, grabbed the 
archer’s arm, and led him to a new tapestry hanging on the wall.

“Father had it commissioned as soon as we returned from Gondor,” Elladan explained as 
he watched his companion’s face with a smile.

The prince stared at the tapestry with a look of awe on his face and reached out to touch 
the heavy fabric as if he didn’t believe it to be real.  The scene depicted on the wall-
hanging was one he remembered well. How the craftsman had captured the importance of 
the moment, Legolas couldn’t guess.  There, for all to see, were the chosen nine in the 
moments after Elrond had declared them, `The Fellowship of the Ring’. 

“There is another,” the twin said, interrupting the archer’s captivated gaze.

“Another?” The blond pulled his eyes away from the tapestry and turned to meet 
Elladan’s enchanting smile.
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“Aye, I think you will find it as fascinating as I,” Elladan said, leading the prince to 
another wall-hanging.
  
Astonishment and disbelief clearly showed on the fair face as Legolas stared at the 
tapestry.  “But…how did?  I don’t … I am not worthy of this,” he finally forced out in a 
hushed whisper, unable to look away from the scenes on the wall-hanging.  His final, 
fatal shot at the cave troll in Moria, his frantic efforts to save Aragorn and Gimli during 
the battle at Helm's Deep and his felling of the oliphant on the fields of Pelennor were all 
there.  The artists had also captured his acts when they faced the evil forces at the Black 
Gate.    

“The finest craftsmen were summoned and descriptions of your bravery were revealed,” 
Elladan elucidated, his eyes never leaving the archer’s face.  “I think they were accurate 
in capturing your fierceness in battle, but they failed miserably when it came to 
portraying your genuine beauty.”  

Legolas turned to face the twin and found his lips mere inches from Elladan’s.  In his 
admiration of the tapestry, the half-elf had moved incredibly close to him, unnoticed.  If 
you asked him later, he would not be able to explain how he ended up pressed against the 
wall and the elder twin plundering his mouth with a dizzying kiss, but later didn’t matter, 
only now.

Elladan was aware of the sweetness of the prince’s mouth and the feel of his body as he 
pressed him against the wall.  When the prince returned the kiss with a needful moan, 
wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer, the twin deepened the kiss 
causing them both to quake with unquenched yearning.

Regrettably, the need for air soon forced the pair to end their shared kiss.  As they stood 
clinging to one another and breathing heavily, they kept their desire-darkened eyes 
locked for several minutes.  The older twin recognized the longing in Legolas’ eyes and 
knew without a doubt that his own eyes reflected want and passion.

“You, my prince, are worthy of more than you know,” Elladan stated, his voice soft as he 
caressed the archer’s pale cheek with his fingertips.  “I will prove this to you.  I swear it, 
but not here, in a public place.  You deserve…to be worshipped and so much more.”

“Elladan, I…” Legolas began, but was silenced with a soft kiss.

“Shh.  No words,” the elf warrior said, placing his finger over the prince’s mouth.  
Elladan smiled when the prince nodded and he took his finger away.  “I am fairly certain 
Elrohir is wondering where we have taken ourselves to.  We should join him before he 
has the whole of Imladris searching for us.”

When Legolas’ look turned doubtful, Elladan chuckled and took the prince‘s hand in his 
own.  “You do not know Elrohir as well as I, my Prince.  He is loyal to a fault and would 
do anything to protect the ones he loves.”

“Let us away then, before we cause an uproar,” Legolas suggested, chuckling.  “I would 
not have him worry needlessly.”

As the pair exited the Hall, the elf who had hidden himself behind a tapestry when they 
entered, stepped out.  A gratifying smile graced his lips as he raced off to report what he 
witnessed.   

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

Elrohir opened the balcony doors, hoping the gentle evening breeze would carry the scent 
of the garden into the room.  It was his hope that they would be able to tempt the prince 
to enjoy the beauty of the setting sun from their upper terrace.  As he turned to survey the 
room, he couldn’t quite keep the smile off his face as he admired his handiwork.  If 
Legolas failed to see that he was brought here to be seduced, the younger twin wasn’t to 
be blamed.  The stage was set and Elrohir vibrated with barely suppressed excitement 
mixed with smoldering desire.  

As he set about lighting the numerous candles placed throughout the room, he hoped 
Elladan could forget about the past for this one night and take a chance with the 
Mirkwood prince.  Elrohir had no doubt about his own desire for the archer, but he would 
gladly harness it for the night if it meant his brother would find some peace.  Elladan had 
his share of heartache and deserved a chance at happiness, even if it was only short lived.  
Maybe the relationship with the prince would bolster his brother’s confidence enough to 
search out others when the affair ends.  Elrohir could only hope that would happen.

Elrohir was brought out of his musings by melodious laughter outside their door, and 
wasn’t at all surprised to see it was Legolas’ laugh when Elladan opened the door.  What 
did surprise him was the lightness of his brother’s step and the brightly shining eyes that 
met his when Elladan looked at him.  

“Finally!  I was becoming worried and was moments from sending a search party,” 
Elrohir said unable to keep from smiling.

“I said as much to Legolas, but I don’t think he truly believed me,” Elladan replied with a 
grin.

The prince laughed and turned to look at Elladan when the elder twin spoke.  “I will 
admit I found it hard to believe,” the archer responded, still chuckling.  “My apologies, I 
will never doubt you again.”

Elladan coughed to try to disguise his laughter.  His mirth, however, was plain to 
everyone, especially Elrohir, but before the younger twin could comment there was a 
knock on the door. 

Legolas used the break in conversation to survey the room, and he did not fail to notice 
the placement of candles or the large fur in front of the fireplace.  The large pillows 
gathered near the center of the room were perfectly placed if one intended to spend an 
excessive amount of time reclining.  He smiled to himself when he beheld the tray of 
food brought by the servants.  Every piece of fruit, cheese and delicacy offered was the 
very same he would use if he intended to seduce another.  All finger foods, and all meant 
to be shared.  Someone had gone to a lot of trouble.

Legolas turned his attention back to his would-be lovers and gave them an enchanting 
smile.  “Am I to be seduced, then?”

Elladan cringed inwardly, but Elrohir rose to the challenge and answered honestly.  “If 
you would agree to it, fair Prince, we would both welcome the chance.  You will not 
regret allowing yourself to find your greatest desires fulfilled in our bed.”

Legolas kept his face impassive, but his mind was already planning the various activities 
he would take pleasure in for the next several days and nights.  “The both of you at the 
same time?”

“No!” Elladan answered, hurriedly, without even glancing at his brother.  “I have no 
desire to see Elrohir in the throes of ecstasy or you with him.  Our relationships will be 
separate, the time between us shared.”

“I don’t know, Elladan,” the younger twin replied, smirking.  “You might learn 
something while observing my performance. I am the more bold and…don‘t you 
remember that time I told you about…”

“Now is not the time, brother,” Elladan interrupted with a glare.

“But I was only trying to…”

“Elrohir!”

“Fine!”

“I have a feeling a relationship with the both of you will never be boring,” Legolas said, 
chuckling, which caused the twins to turn their attention on him once again.  “Only a fool 
would turn down your offer, but I do have one request.”

“And that would be?” Elrohir asked, ready to agree with anything the prince asked.

“First choice,” he replied, flashing them a brilliant smile, “which I will reveal before the 
chimes strike ten.”  

“Done!”  Elladan easily agreed with the request.  If left up for the twins to decide, the 
prince would be ready to leave the valley before they agreed who would have that 
privilege. 

TBC