Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 4/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elrond, Erestor, Glorfindel, Elrohir, Elladan 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, This story contains males involved in homoerotic acts, i.e. explicit sex. If 
this is not to your liking read NO further.
Beta:  The one and only Aglarien.
A/N:  **Mind speak between the twins.**, *Emphasis*.
The fairest prince of Mirkwood has refused to enlighten me as to his choice of partner.  
His fiendish smirk at my questioning leaves me to believe I will only find out moments 
before you.  I have overheard Elrohir asking to be made aware of said selection, in an 
exceptionally insistent manner, but the smirk plastered on Legolas‘ face does not falter 
and he remains silent.  It is only Elladan‘s effort, I am afraid, that is keeping his brother 
from wiping the grin off the prince‘s face with a well placed punch.  His comforting 
voice can be heard even through the closed door and calms me enough to be able to 
compose this chapter.     
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  Elrond receives news and discusses options.  The twins vie for the attentions 
of the prince.

Chapter Four

Erestor made his way down the hall, ignoring the astonished looks of those he passed.  It 
was a rare sight to see the reserved counselor all but running through the manor 
especially with such a delighted look on his face.  He had information for Elrond that 
would not wait; information he hoped would ease the elflord’s worry over the choice his 
sons would soon be forced to make.  

“Elrond,” he said, rushing into the office.  “I just came from the Hall of Fire and I 
witnessed something that should ease your mind.  An event so unexpected that if I hadn‘t 
seen it with my own two eyes I wouldn‘t have believed it.”

“For Elbereth’s sake, Erestor!”  Glorfindel said when it was plain the counselor was 
waiting for a reaction.  “Tell us what you caught sight of.”

“Aye, if you are so affected by the scene, I would hear about it,” Elrond replied, a smile 
softening his features.

“Elladan kissed Legolas, and not a friendly peck on the cheek.  He pushed him against 
the wall and took his time enjoying the taste of the prince‘s mouth,” Erestor recounted, 
his excitement causing him to flush.

“Are you sure it was not Elrohir?” Elrond asked, surprised his eldest would do such a 
thing.

“It was Elladan.  The prince called him by name,” the counselor insisted.  

“When I was returning from the barracks earlier, I saw Bainon showing off a dagger that 
I thought was Elrohir’s favorite,” Glorfindel recalled.  “When questioned, he admitted the 
dagger was payment for a favor asked of him by Elrohir himself.  It seems he was 
retained as a guard, his only mission to ensure nothing would interrupt the twins and a 
certain prince once food was delivered to their chambers.” 

“Perhaps Thranduil’s plan is not so far fetched,” Elrond stated as he leaned back in his 
chair.  

“Thranduil’s plan is pure lunacy!” Glorfindel huffed, his dislike of the proposal readily 
apparent.  “None of them have expressed an interest in…your sons are no different than 
most elves.  Legolas is favored by many.”  

“Aye, favored by many, bedded by few,” Erestor said, without thinking, causing a blush 
to cover his cheeks.  “That…that is the rumor, anyway.”

The blond warrior chuckled at the counselor who glared in return.

“Their desire for the prince, if that is indeed what it is, does not guarantee they will 
choose to be elfkind.”   The elflord sighed, ignoring his most trusted friends’ exchange.  
“If aligning myself with the king will ensure their eternity…”

“Elrond, you can’t be serious!”  Glorfindel couldn’t believe Elrond was even thinking 
about going along with Thranduil’s scheme.

“You forget, my friend, that he is in danger of losing his son as well,” Erestor reminded 
the Balrog slayer gently.  “The prince could choose to remain on these shores and fade.  I 
think that is Thranduil’s greatest fear.”

“You are both as misguided as he is,” Glorfindel replied, throwing his arms in the air.

“It will not hurt to hear him out once we arrive,” Elrond responded, hoping to calm the 
warrior.

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

“Now that the purpose of this night has been exposed, would you like a drink?” Elrohir 
asked, already on his way to the table.  “I promise it to be the finest wine you have ever 
tasted, my Prince, specially selected for this night.”

“I would love one,” Legolas replied, watching the younger twin’s movements.  A smile 
graced his lips and he asked, “Did you think to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

Elrohir placed his hand over his heart and with mock pain showing on his face, he spoke.  
“You wound me, Legolas, I would never think of doing anything so underhanded.”

The prince raised his eyebrows and looked at the twin doubtfully.  Elladan moved to 
wrap his arm around Legolas’ waist and nuzzled his neck.  “Actually, we would have 
done anything to make sure you accepted our request.”

A tremor moved its way through his body and a quiet gasp escaped his mouth as Legolas 
arched his neck.  Taking full advantage of the situation, Elladan trailed his tongue over 
the sensitive skin before nipping him with his teeth, his sword calloused hand traveling 
over the sinuous muscles of the archer’s chest and down his taut abdomen, stopping only 
when his flat palm began to massage the growing hardness of the prince’s member.    

Elrohir watched his brother overwhelm the prince with his strokes and breath-claiming 
kisses.  The delectable sounds Elladan was pulling from the archer had the elf knight 
biting his own lip to keep from moaning.  The wine long forgotten, he joined Elladan, his 
hands making quick work of the fastenings on Legolas’ tunic.  Glimpses of unmarred 
pale skin tempted the younger twin as he struggled to remove the offending garment.  
Once it was removed and Elrohir caught sight of the dusty rose nipples, his fingers teased 
them until they were hard and sensitive.

“Wait, wait,” Legolas begged, his voice husky with desire as he stepped back from them 
on shaky legs.  If it was possible, he looked more beautiful standing there with his face 
flushed, his breath coming in gasps and his eyes darkened with need.

The twins stood there staring at him looking much the same as the prince.  Elladan, 
however, was able to form a question in his lust fogged brain.  “Are you well?”

“Very,” the prince answered without delay, his breath coming easier.  “I just thought we 
might find the pillows more comfortable.  I confess I was having difficulty remaining 
upright.  There is also the matter of your clothing.”

Understanding his meaning, the twins removed their tunics and tossed them on a nearby 
chair.  The sight of their bare chests nearly took Legolas’ breath away, and the memory 
of Elladan’s muscular back and his moans drifted into his mind.  

The prince took a step forward as his hand reached out to touch a well developed chest.  
He allowed his fingers to delight in the feel of the soft hairs surrounding a nipple - it 
fascinated him and he smiled as Elrohir suppressed a gasp.  He allowed his hand to fall 
and stepped in front of Elladan.

“I have wanted to do this since I saw you step out of the pool,” Legolas said as his fingers 
moved over the twin’s treasure trail, stopping at the top of Elladan’s leggings resting low 
on his hips.  “I cannot wait to see how it feels as my tongue travels that path.”

“Ai, gods,” Elladan breathed, his body reacting to the promise of such an act by arching 
into Legolas’ touch.

“Forget the gods,” the prince advised seductively.  “It is my name you will scream as I 
swallow your seed like a babe hungry for his mother‘s milk.”

“Sweet Eru, Legolas!” Elrohir said, his eyes showing his surprise at the prince’s 
brazenness.

“Which room is yours?” Legolas asked, grinning at the younger twin.

“That one,” Elrohir answered, pointing to the doorway on the left, his grin matching the 
prince‘s.  

“I will join you there at the stroke of midnight,” Legolas promised before kissing him so 
ravenously that Elrohir thought he changed his mind.  “Wait for me, melethron.”

“You have my word,” the youngest twin replied before winking at his brother and 
picking up the glass of wine which he abandoned earlier.

**‘You can do this, Elladan, think only of the prince and the pleasure he will bring 
you.’** 

Legolas turned his gaze on Elladan who was still looking at his brother with what 
appeared to be excitement and nervousness, but when he looked down at the prince, the 
elder twin smiled brightly and captured Legolas’ hand in his own.

“Come with me, my prince, and I will fulfill my earlier promise,” Elladan said softly, 
causing a delightful thrill to trek up Legolas’ spine as he was led into the elder twin’s 
room.

“You would worship me this night?” the prince asked as the twin closed the door.

“I would,” Elladan replied, walking across the room and pulling Legolas into his arms.

“You may begin,” Legolas said before covering the elf warrior’s lips with his own.  The 
prince’s kiss was hungry and he ravaged the honeyed recesses of Elladan’s mouth as his 
hands explored the back he was so enthralled with.  A needful moan from his lover 
inflamed Legolas and he pressed himself against the magnificent form holding him.

Elladan was lost in the excitement the prince produced within him, his only coherent 
thought to bring this breathtaking creature to the highest peaks of pleasure and worship 
him there eternally.  Provoked by his own thoughts, he carried Legolas to his bed, laid 
him down, and positioned himself above him.

“So beautiful,” Elladan murmured as his scorching kisses moved down Legolas’ graceful 
neck and to his lightly muscled chest.  As he took a peaked nipple into his warm, wet 
mouth, the prince whimpered with want and arched his body, his hands holding Elladan’s 
head, trying to increase his pleasure.

When Elladan stopped and sat back on his heels, Legolas groaned in protest.  

“Patience, my Prince,” the twin soothed as he loosened the ties on the prince‘s leggings.  
“There is little need to continue if we don’t remove these.”  

“Cut them off if you must!” Legolas suggested impatiently.  Feeling a tug, he lifted his 
hips and his leggings were removed.  A chuckle from Elladan brought a smile to his face 
and he turned to the half-elf.  The twin was loosening the ties on his own leggings and 
Legolas was so mesmerized by the sight, he could not look away.  The term ‘extremely 
blessed’ did little to describe the size of the elfhood that was proudly pressed against 
Elladan’s abdomen, and Legolas waited restlessly as the half-elf rose and stood beside the 
bed to remove his leggings.  

“Elladan,” Legolas said, holding his hand out to welcome the twin back into bed.  They 
shared a blistering kiss as they both explored the newly bared parts of their bodies.  The 
feel of their arousals touching caused them both to cry out, but when Elladan reached 
between them and stroked them together they were both overcome with desire.      

“Saes, Elladan, take me.”  Legolas gasped, trying to move his body in an effort to get 
even closer to the twin.

“It is my only desire.” Elladan replied, reaching for the oil he used on his weapons.  Once 
it was in his hands, he kissed the prince with such eagerness that Legolas thought himself 
spelled.

Gentle fingers prepared the prince, teasing him until Legolas thought he would go mad 
with longing.  His pleas for an end to the blissful torture were ignored until he was almost 
sobbing for relief.

The tender kiss Elladan bestowed on the prince pulled at core of Legolas’ heart, and a 
warmth spread through him and filled him with an overwhelming sense of peace.  Even 
as he welcomed it, it terrified him and Legolas fought to keep from fleeing.  “I will not 
hurt you,” he heard Elladan whisper, and his fear melted.

“I know,” Legolas replied in a whisper of his own.  “Love me.”

“I will,” Elladan said as he pushed forward and entered the tight, velvet heat.  His hiss of 
intense pleasure filled the room as he paused for his lover to adjust.  **‘I do.’**

Legolas pushed against him and was soon lost in wave after wave of intense desire as 
Elladan demonstrated his expertise in the love arts.  Slow, deep thrusts that caressed his 
hidden nub with every movement had him howling like a wolf at the moon.  Never before 
had anyone taken him to such heights of passion, and he met Elladan’s drives eagerly.  
Too quickly he reached the pinnacle; his cry as he spilled his seed between them was 
Elladan’s name.  

His name had never sounded sweeter than it did when Legolas cried it out in passion.  It 
was enough to send Elladan over the edge, the contracting of his lover’s muscles around 
him only heightening his pleasure.  Elladan’s cry, his triumph of defeating the past and 
charging toward the future, was the name of the one he had vowed to worship 
eternally…..

“Legolas!”

TBC