Title:  Melethen  (Chapter 8/?)
Author:  Meleth  (meleth.legolas@yahoo.com)
Type:  FPS
Cast or Paring:  Elladan/Ervinai (OFC), Elrohir/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.  Some het.  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 seen a hissy fit?  It ain’t pretty, trust me.  I caused my mother 
to have one when I was a teenager and it scarred me for life, I still have 
nightmares about it.  I think Ervinai is about to have one.  Battle stations, 
everyone, a war is about to begin and poor Elladan will bear the brunt of it 
from all fronts.   
Feedback:  Would be wonderful!    
Summary:  Elladan deals with the aftermath of his slip-up and unexpected 
news while Legolas and Elrohir continue their afternoon.

Chapter Eight

When Elladan first cried out, Ervinai was already in the throes of her 
orgasm so her mind was slow in processing the name her lover actually 
moaned.  Realizing it certainly wasn’t hers, her rage began to build and she 
pushed the twin off her.

“How dare you!” she hissed, her fists pounding on any part of Elladan’s 
body she could reach.  “To call me by the name of that *elf* from 
Mirkwood is an insult on its own, but to cry it out in passion when you are 
coupled with me doubles it.  Mark my words, hiren, you will be…,”

Strong, angry hands grabbed her wrists and held her still even as she 
struggled against them.  The look on Elladan’s face frightened her and she 
winced fearing what he would say.

“Never will you speak of him that way again!” he hissed, shaking her in 
anger.  “You know nothing about him for he is the very opposite of you.  
You, Ervinai, are nothing more than a whore ridden often and well.  You 
may not dress the part, but you have the act of a slut down pat.”

“A slut you frequented enough,” she spat, her fury gaining momentum.  “Do 
not cross me anymore than you already have, Elladan, or I will not accept 
you when your prince casts you aside.”

“You are threatening me?”  Elladan’s bitter laughter filled the stable.  “Who 
do you think you are?  A bard’s daughter, that is what you are, that is what 
you will stay.  I do not fear you.”  His confidence wavered when he saw the 
evil smirk on her face and began to wonder what she was thinking.

“I imagine your prince will be quite angry when he sees you,” she replied, 
the smirk still present.

He began to pull on his leggings, uncomfortable with his state of dress now 
that they were arguing.  Elladan looked at her in confusion and looked down 
after she pointed to his chest.  Dark purple ovals covered him and there 
would be no denying what they were.  

“Try to explain those away, hiren,” she said, her laughter filling the loft.  
“Those marks are love bites and cannot be disguised.”

“Bitch,” he retorted, angrily.  “You marked me on purpose, didn’t you?”

“I did not hear you complaining,” Ervinai retorted in a voice he was 
beginning to hate.  “That *prince* will not want anything to do with you as 
long as those bruises mark you.  They will serve as a reminder how readily 
you forgot the kiss you were sharing with him when I caught you!”

Elladan screamed in rage and punched the center post of the stable.  The 
excruciating pain only served to anger him further.  “If I ever see you again 
it will be too soon.  If you dare come near me I will have you arrested, as the 
whore you are, and exiled along with your family.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed and took a step towards him, falling to the 
floor and reaching out to him.

“Try me!” Elladan spat, turning away and heading for the ladder.

“If you exile me, you exile your child!” Ervinai screamed with tears 
streaming down her cheeks.      

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

“Ai, ernilen,” Elrohir breathed when the kiss ended, his hands tangled in the 
archer’s damp tresses.  “I will show you anything and everything you ask of 
me.”

“I am no longer afraid,” Legolas whispered, staring into the twin’s twilight 
gray eyes.  “Make love to me, for it is out of love I ask it of you.”

“And it is out of love that I will grant your request,” the twin said against 
the prince’s lips, before claiming his mouth in a deep pillaging kiss.

The warmth that penetrated Legolas’ being before was nothing compared to 
the consuming heat he felt now.  Elrohir’s overwhelmingly enthusiastic kiss 
set his passion ablaze and the prince answered it with equal fervor.  Before 
long they yearned for one another with a need neither of them had 
encountered in the past.

Breaking away from the kiss and causing Elrohir to moan in protest, 
Legolas looked at him with half lidded, pleading, cerulean eyes.  “I need 
you, my elf knight, do not make me wait.”

“Soon, melethen,” Elrohir was finally able to say.  Legolas’ words had 
stolen his breath and caused his mouth to go dry.  “I would not hurt you, just 
a little longer.”

The prince pressed his body against Elrohir’s, bringing a blissful moan from 
both of them, and when Legolas reached between them to stroke their 
erections together, the younger twin cried out.  One hand covered the 
archer’s and they fondled themselves together as the fingers on Elrohir’s 
other hand began to prepare Legolas’ slightly loosened entrance.  The 
moans from his lover hastened the twin’s measures and he deemed the 
archer ready.

As Legolas impaled himself on Elrohir, the prince’s cries echoed through 
the glade with the twin’s.  Once the elf knight was sheathed within him, the 
prince paused to look at his love.  A look of ecstatic delight graced Elrohir’s 
features and Legolas could not help pulling him in for a heated kiss.  

Breathless from the kiss, Elrohir grasped the archer’s hips and gasped out, 
“Move.”

Legolas but responded by lifting himself and slowly sliding down him once 
again.  Elrohir watched with growing fascination as the prince threw his 
head back and cried out his bliss.  The sight was almost too much for the 
younger twin and he fought the urge to spill right then.

Lifting his head to face Elrohir once again, Legolas began to allow himself 
to descend more quickly and use his muscles to try to milk the twin’s shaft.

“Ai gods, Legolas,” Elrohir panted, his voice hoarse with desire.  “Ride me, 
aye, ride me.”  His hands were gripping the prince’s hips hard and Elrohir 
knew the unmarred skin would be bruised, but he could not loosen his grip.  
“Touch yourself.”

With a wanton expression, Legolas acquiesced and began to caress his 
elfhood in time with his movements.  Elrohir was enthralled by the prince’s 
decadent appearance and gave into the craving to mark him as his own.  
Leaning forward, the elf knight nibbled on his prince’s neck before leaving 
his mark of ownership for all to see.  

“Elrohir,” Legolas gasped.  “I love you.”  His last words reverberated off the 
trees and the cliffs behind them as his seed burst forward, coating them both 
from head to groin with every pulse of his climax.

The muscles contracting around his aching shaft and the words that were 
spoken made it hard for the twin to hold back his own orgasm.  “Ai, 
Legolas,” Elrohir began, but his cry as he erupted deep within the archer 
stopped any further response.  He trembled as his throbbing member 
emptied the rest of his offering and pulled Legolas into an unyielding 
embrace.

“I love you, Legolas,” Elrohir gasped, unable to wait any longer to tell the 
prince his feelings.  “Since the first time I saw you, and I will love you 
forever more.”

Legolas held him tighter as he fought to regain his breath and gain control 
over his overwrought feelings.  The new soul-stirring emotions of love he 
was feeling surrounded him and he hid his face in the slope Elrohir’s neck 
hoping his tears would go unnoticed.

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

Elladan stopped cold and a chill traveled up his spine as he turned to face 
Ervinai.  “What did you say?” His voice was still full of anger, but his heart 
was frozen.

Wiping her tears away with her hand, Ervinai sat up and forced herself to 
look in the twin’s eyes.  “I said, ‘If you exile me, you exile your child.’”

“How like you to claim to be with child when you know I am finished with 
you,” Elladan stated with little emotion.

“I was going to tell you…,” she began, her whine too much for him to 
tolerate.

“Shut that lying mouth!” Elladan bellowed, silencing her immediately.  “IF, 
and that is a big if, you are with child, how do I know it is mine?”

“There has been no one else since the first time we…,”

“Again I ask, do you think me daft?”  Elladan’s look was dark once again 
and Ervinai truly feared him.

“I speak the truth, Elladan,” she replied as tears began to fall once again.

“You know nothing about the truth, Ervinai,” Elladan replied, “however, an 
examination by my father will put an end to your cruel game.  I expect to 
see you and your father at the entrance to the Healing Hall after lunch 
tomorrow.  I intend to make sure he is made aware of your behavior and 
your accusations.  Be there or I will come for you and believe me, you don’t 
want that.”

She watched as Elladan turned on his heel and left her sitting in the loft of 
the stable, crying.  The twin had actually shown her just who was in charge 
of their little affair and she realized, with surprise, that it was not her.  It had 
never been her.  

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

Elrohir was surprised when he felt the wetness on his neck, but was able to 
control it enough to think of a way to approach the reason for them.  “Come 
now, what has upset you, melethen?” he asked softly, as he smoothed his 
beloved’s hair.

“I do not know,” Legolas answered honestly, pulling back to face Elrohir as 
he wiped his tears away.  “I have never felt this way before.”

“Are you distressed?”

“Nay, not anymore.  I am pleased that you love me,” Legolas explained with 
a shy smile.

“Ah, then can we say they are happy tears?” Elrohir asked, smiling in return.

“Aye, I think we can,” the prince agreed, nodding his head.  He reached out 
and tucked some hair behind the elf knight’s ear before caressing his cheek.  
“I do love you, Elrohir.”

“I know you do, ernilen,” Elrohir replied, unable to hide the joy Legolas’ 
confession brought him.  “I love you too.”

“I find my appetite has returned,” the archer said, looking toward the 
opposite shore where their picnic still sat out.  “After a quick wash, can we 
lounge on the blanket and finish our meal?”

Elrohir chuckled and brushed his lips across Legolas’.  “I may regret 
admitting this, but I can deny you nothing, meleth.  If that is what you wish, 
that is what we will do.”

“Will you feed me?” Legolas asked.

“To your heart’s content,” Elrohir answered as he stood to carry Legolas to 
the deeper water in the pool.

Moments later found Elrohir holding a slice of apple just out of Legolas’ 
reach, laughing at the attempts the prince made to capture the treat.  Even 
when the archer’s hand grabbed his wrist, the twin continued to chuckle.

“You are such a tease, Elrohir,” Legolas remarked as he chewed the slice.

“Aye, but you still love me and would not have me change,” the elf knight 
replied, smiling brightly.

“I would not,” Legolas admitted, pulling the twin down for a tender kiss.

“Careful, ernilen,” Elrohir warned.  “It is too easy to become aroused when 
around you and I would not have my words from last night come true.”

Legolas gave him a questioning look, not sure what Elrohir was referring to.

“Have you forgotten?  I mentioned you having an uncomfortable ride 
home…”

“Aye, you did!  I meant not to tease you.  I only wanted to show you some 
affection,” Legolas explained.

“I know, Legolas, I was only teasing you,” Elrohir insisted, kissing the 
prince just as tenderly as soon as he finished speaking.  “It pains me to say 
it, but it is getting late.  Even if we leave now, we will return after dark.”

“Can we not stay and spend the night here?” the prince asked hopefully.

“I would love to,” the twin said, “but everyone expects us to return and 
would worry when we did not.”

Legolas’ disappointment clear, Elrohir made an attempt to cheer him.  “We 
will return here before the trip to Mirkwood, and if it would please you, we 
can arrange to stay overnight.”

“It would please me, very much!” the archer replied with a wide smile.

Together they packed up their supplies and redressed before whistling for 
their steeds.  Once again, Legolas rode with Elrohir, both equally 
unprepared to end their need for togetherness before it was absolutely 
necessary.

TBC