Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 5/?)
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.  Adult language and situations.  At times, 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**
Have you ever wondered what possessed you to do something?  As I sit here and type the 
last part of this chapter, I am wondering that myself.  I question whether my sanity will 
survive until the story is completed or if I have already lost it and remain blissfully 
unaware.  Most of all I doubt my wisdom in bringing Elladan, Elrohir and Legolas, 
together, in this place.  All this time I thought the hard part was raising twins!  It’s not.  The 
three of them together are a trial.      
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  Elladan makes a request that surprises Legolas and Elrohir is rewarded for his 
patience.    

Chapter Five

**‘I do.’**

**‘You do what, Elladan?’** Elrohir asked when his bother’s voice entered his mind 
unexpectedly.

**‘Nothing -  leave me be.’ **  

The younger twin chuckled to himself and filled his wine glass once again.  If the sounds 
coming from Elladan’s room were any indication, his brother had been able to overcome 
his past and lose himself in the enchanting Legolas.

Their cries rekindled Elrohir’s desire and he groaned out loud when a glance at the clock 
revealed he had more than two hours before the prince’s promised arrival.  With every 
sound his twin expertly enticed from the prince’s mouth, his arousal twitched with 
anticipation until he thought he would spend.  Finally - silence - and Elrohir let out a sigh 
of relief as he fell back against the pillows on the floor.  He would not relieve himself, 
rejected even the thought of it -  no, he wanted to be certain Legolas experienced the ample 
measure of his desire.

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

As his breath returned, Legolas felt the caress of delicate kisses on his face, lips and 
eyelids.  The warmth he experienced earlier refilled him, and emotions usually kept under 
tight control rushed to the surface, and he struggled to keep from crying.  Panic and the 
urge to escape the confusion raging through him caused him to burrow deeper into 
Elladan’s embrace, hoping the strong arms would rescue him from whatever was assailing 
him.

Sword calloused hands gently smoothed tousled hair from his face and Legolas opened his 
eyes to discover Elladan was watching him intently, his gray eyes almost glowing in the 
dark.  When he realized Legolas was looking back at him, Elladan flashed him a brilliant 
smile before kissing him breathless once again.  

“Thank you, my Prince,” Elladan whispered against the kiss bruised lips of his new lover.

“It is I who should thank you, Elladan,” Legolas replied quietly, his hands moving over the 
twin’s powerful shoulders and back.  “I have never felt such rapture, such attention to my 
needs.  I…I feared myself captured by some manner of spell.”

A light chuckle erupted from the twin as he settled on his back beside the prince and pulled 
him against his body.  “I know nothing of magic or casting spells, Legolas, nor would I 
desire to use it on you if I did.  I would have you enjoy the time you spend with me and 
return of your own accord.”

“And what of you?” Legolas asked, lifting his head from Elladan’s chest to look at him.  
“Would you take pleasure in my return?”

“Aye, I would.  A great deal of pleasure, and offer you more.”  The elf warrior placed a kiss 
on the prince’s brow and rested his head on the pillow next to him.  

“A proposal I gladly accept,” Legolas answered, his enthusiasm apparent.  “It is a privilege 
to be the beneficiary of your loving, and if you do not object I will indulge myself 
frequently until our departure from the valley.”

“I would not object, my Prince,” Elladan replied sincerely.  “It is my wish as well, but must 
it come to an end when we leave Imladris?  Surely there will be opportunities in your 
abundant forest…”

“Aye, but do not ask it of me, saes?” the prince begged, his body tensing.

Elladan sat up on his elbow and stared down at the prince, concern limning his features.  
“Legolas, what is amiss?”

“Darkness lingers in the wood and there are those who see all,” he explained, his voice soft 
and desolate.  “I could not deny you, and the very sight of us together…I will not put you in 
such a situation.  Let us speak of something else.”

Confused by the information and change in his lover, Elladan decided not to press further, 
for now.  As he settled next to Legolas, the prince’s stomach growled, causing them both to 
burst out in laughter.  “Would you perhaps be hungry?” he teased.

“I suppose it would be pointless to deny it,” Legolas answered, chuckling.

“I will get us a plate,” Elladan said, sitting up to leave.  “I find that I am hungry myself.”

Legolas grabbed the twin’s arm, stopping him.  “Could we not bathe before we eat?  There 
is not much time before I must leave and I would enjoy sharing a tub with you.”

“Of course; I will prepare the water,” Elladan replied with a smile before disappearing into 
his bathing chamber.

Left alone, Legolas turned over and buried his nose in the pillow the twin rested his head 
upon.  As the scent of Elladan surrounded him, he found that he was reluctant to abandon 
the owner for any length of time.  Troubled by his thoughts, he jumped from the bed and 
shook his head to clear it.  After several deep breaths to calm himself, he went in search of 
Elladan.

Legolas was toweling his hair dry when Elladan returned with food and wine.  He took his 
time admiring the lithe body as he sipped from his wine.  “You are a tempting sight, my 
prince.  I regret not having the opportunity to spend the entire night committing it to 
memory.”

The smile the archer granted him would have melted even the coldest heart.  “There is 
always tomorrow, melethron,” he said, making his way to the tray of food and choosing a 
piece of fruit.  

“Aye, there is,” Elladan agreed, watching the fruit disappear and the lips that sucked juices 
from fingertips.  “I was thinking of a picnic and a swim after an afternoon spent exploring 
the valley.  Elrohir will join us, of course.”

“I would enjoy that,” Legolas admitted, pulling on his leggings and tying them loosely.  “It 
has been too long since I spent any length of time here.”

Elladan was running out of time and he knew it.  With a deep breath he forced himself to 
ask the question that had been formulating in his mind.  “Will you return to me once you 
leave my brother?”

The hand lifting the strawberry to his mouth paused in mid air and Legolas wondered if he 
might have misheard the question.  When he looked at Elladan, he knew he had not, and the 
gray eyes were silently begging him to agree.  “If that is what you wish.”

“It is,” Elladan answered honestly.  

“Then your wish will be granted,” Legolas replied, closing the distance between them.  
Tangling his hands in Elladan’s sable locks, the prince kissed him ravenously, leaving them 
both breathless in the wake.  “I must go.”

Elladan’s only reply was a nod as he watched the prince leave his room.

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

Elrohir had finally grown tired of watching the clock and made his way, slightly swaying, 
to his room.  His attempt to tame his desire for Legolas had only resulted in him drinking 
more glasses than he should have.  Several more.  Though he knew he would probably 
regret it in the morning, he could not find it in himself to express any remorse right now.  
Not when he was having the most erotic dream to visit him since his youth.

A mouth, a very hot, talented mouth was pleasing him in ways he had never felt before.  
The tongue, that delicious tongue curled around the head of his arousal and teased the slit 
before the tight throat closed around it.  The thrust of his hips was encouraged and he 
delved as deeply as he could, his own cry pulling him from his sleep as his hands flew to 
tangle in the golden hair covering his tensed abdomen and parted thighs.

“Fuck!” he hissed as he was swallowed again.  The elf knight was long past trying to speak 
eloquently; he was dangerously close to bursting and was more worried about breathing 
than anything else.

The chuckle Elrohir’s reaction brought from Legolas vibrated through his very being and 
the younger twin cried out once again.  A long, slick finger teased his entrance before 
gliding into him, stretching and teasing him.  Too distracted by the archer’s skilled orifice, 
Elrohir barely noted the penetration of the second or the third finger.  When the prince 
located his prostate, Legolas caressed the nub incessantly causing a torrent of curses and 
oaths to spill from the mouth of the near delirious twin. 

One more swallow of the sizable erection was all it took to be rewarded with the flow of 
Elrohir’s seed down Legolas’ throat and the ecstatic cry of his name from the twin’s lips.  
Allowing the softening member to slip from his mouth, Legolas crawled up the body of the 
still panting elf knight.  Too spent to protest as his legs were lifted over the prince’s 
shoulders, he only sighed contentedly when he was entered in one experienced thrust.

“You will be well rewarded for your patience, Elrohir,” Legolas purred before kissing him 
fiercely.  The prince explored his mouth and wickedly sucked his tongue before deepening 
the kiss.    

Elrohir whimpered into the kiss as he tasted himself and pushed against the archer, 
demanding he move.  Giving into the twin’s request, Legolas proved himself a clever and 
accomplished lover by capably bringing him to arousal once again.  Trapped between their 
firm abdomens, it wasn’t long before Elrohir was achingly hard and leaking copious 
amounts of fluid.  

Their cries mingled as they were pushed by their own needs toward the inevitable end.  
With his long, powerful legs wrapped around the prince’s waist, Elrohir pulled him closer 
and deeper within himself.  It was then that his desire changed into something more and he 
fought to quiet his thinking about what it might be.  When Legolas reached between them 
to stoke his hardness in time with his deep thrusts, Elrohir lost all thought.

It was not only Elrohir that noticed a change, the warmth the prince felt with Elladan 
returned with a vengeance and this time it frightened him even more.  Buried to the hilt 
inside the younger twin’s heat proved too much for the prince and he tried to push the 
warmth from his mind.

“Let go, melethron,” Legolas whispered, his voice hoarse with unspent passion.  “I want to 
see you, hear your cry.”

Elrohir could not have denied him if he wanted to.  The sound of the prince’s voice pushed 
him over the edge and with a strangled, rasping keen of Legolas’ name, he exploded over 
their chests and stomachs.

The rapturous cry of his name and the tightening of Elrohir’s muscles around him were too 
much for Legolas to manage, and he erupted deep within the younger twin.  The 
harmonious moan of Elrohir’s name was followed by the collapse of the prince onto the elf 
knight’s chest.

Elrohir’s voice infiltrated Legolas’ admittedly tired brain.  “You are devious, my fair 
prince.” 

“Devious?  No one has *ever* used that word to describe me,” Legolas replied without 
lifting his head.  “Why do you use it now?”

“You pounced on me while I was sleeping and then took advantage of my weakened state.  
I have not played sheath to the sword in…”

“Are you complaining?” Legolas asked, looking at him amusedly.

A resigned sigh was followed by a convincing, “Nay.”

TBC