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Princes Three - Any Shelter
by Minuial Nuwing
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Chapter 13

Mirkwood 2151

Legolas sighed with contentment, his fingers winding in the silken ebony strands that trailed across his arm. "'Tis a beautiful night."

"It is, indeed," Elladan agreed, turning his head to look up at the stars that twinkled through the gently swaying branches above. Pressing closer to the warm body beside him, the elder twin settled his head once more on his lover's shoulder.

The woodland prince tightened his hold, dropping a kiss on Elladan's hair even as he reached down to draw caressing circles on Elrohir's bare back. The elf-knight murmured appreciatively, his breath misting warm and damp across the hard planes of the prince's stomach.

Shivering at the pleasurable sensation, Legolas chuckled, his thoughts drawn unexpectedly into the past.

"What amuses you, 'Las?" Elrohir asked, running one hand idly over the soft grey fabric of his brother's leggings, biting back a smile as the elder twin moved restively, pushing toward the feathery touch.

"I was thinking of your long-ago visit to the Wood...our drunken escapade that ended in your piercings. 'Twas a night much like this one. Starry and pleasantly cool. We spent it on a flet near the sparring field. Do you remember?"

"Aye, remember we do," Elladan replied, a lilt of laughter in his voice. "You were in graver danger than you knew that night, anor nín." Lifting his head to meet a questioning blue-green gaze, he added, "You were quite intoxicated. And more than a bit enticing."

Despite the flush that stained his cheeks, Legolas could not suppress his next words. "My memories are muddled," he admitted, "but I recall watching you, realizing for the first time how beautiful you were together, how sensual your bond seemed." A pause. "Why did you not approach me?"

"You were but two centuries past majority, melethen," the elder twin began, "we feared..."

Elrohir raised his head, interrupting his brother with a wide grin. "Ai, tell the truth, tôren," he chuckled. "Had you not given in to reverie, 'Las, our noble intentions would have no doubt fallen away. Between the wine and the piercings, we were strung as tightly as a champion's bow. Your eyes had scarce lost focus ere he was assailing me."

"Assailing you?" Elladan repeated in mock affront, rising to one elbow. "I find your choice of words lacking, gwanunigen. "When have I ever assailed you?"

The elf-knight did not deign to reply, one ebony eyebrow arching skyward in unspoken comment.

A wolfish smirk spread across the elder twin's face. "Your point is noted. When have I ever assailed you without your eager compliance, then, tôren?"

"Enough, the both of you," Legolas broke in, with a snort of amusement. "I understand that you did not drift quietly off to dream, hmm?" His fingers moved purposefully over sensitive ears, drawing a blissful purr from each of the twins. "Tell me what I missed, melethryn."

Elrohir bent to flick his tongue teasingly along a taut muscle before meeting the prince's darkening eyes. "Shall we show you?"

Legolas gasped, the wet slap of the elf-knight's tongue sending a fiery tingle through his body. "Aye," he breathed, shifting restlessly as a warm mouth nipped at his throat while Elrohir's nimble fingers dealt with his lacings, slipping off the loose leggings.

"Careful, 'Dan," the younger twin cautioned, his eyes twinkling. "We were allowed no markings that night, remember?"

"Why?" the golden elf groaned, one hand tangled in Elladan's hair, holding firmly as the peredhel's sharp teeth grazed his skin.

"'Twould have been a bit difficult to explain away in the morning, do you not think?" the elder twin murmured indistinctly, intent on the vibrant bruise growing under his efforts. "Though I believe we may forgo that restriction, rohir nín."

"Aye, we may," Legolas agreed breathlessly, shifting toward the mouth that hovered near his groin. "I would have my body bear evidence of this night for days to come."

"It will," Elrohir promised, sinking his teeth into tender flesh. A surprised yelp sounded, and the elf-knight snickered against his lover's rapidly hardening length. "I believe we shall forgo the silence, as well," he whispered teasingly, his lips closing over the abused skin.

Slapping his brother's bottom lightly, Elrohir drew the elder twin's attention to his handiwork. "Does that not resemble your souvenir from the night in question, el nín?"

A vivid splash of red and blue graced the prince's pale skin, just where stomach and groin met, and Elladan smiled wickedly. "Aye, it does, indeed. Though I think the marks of your teeth a bit faint still."

Meeting Legolas' affronted glare without remorse, Elladan snuggled closer, his chest tight to the prince's back, his breath ghosting across one flushed ear in a sensual purr. "You lay but an arm's reach away that night, melethron, while he took me in his mouth. I wanted nothing so much as to howl my pleasure to the sky."

"As did I," Elrohir murmured, his lips brushing the base of his lover's arousal. "But you stirred with every gasp, every moan..."

Legolas made no attempt to silence his own groan as the elf-knight's mouth took him in, the swirling wetness nearly too much to bear. Caught between his lovers, the prince felt the silken slide of Elladan's leggings over his bare skin, felt the hard heat that nestled against his buttocks. Teeth nipped gently at his throat, an insistent hand tugged at his pierced nipples, and all the while Elrohir's tongue drew patterns of fire on his aching length.

And then the images came, whether from his own imagination or from the memories of the twins, he could not say. Dark forms writhed under a starry sky, nestled mouth to groin, fingers digging into pale flesh, each pulling the other closer, moving faster, sucking harder...

"Wait," Legolas panted, tugging urgently at his lover's hair. "Too soon." Elrohir pulled away reluctantly, and was drawn up into a blistering kiss as eager hands reached for his lacings. "Let me taste you, melethron."

As the elf-knight stood to remove his leggings, Legolas reached back to pull Elladan closer, his bottom cradled firmly against the elder twin's groin. "I need to feel your skin," the golden elf whispered, turning his head to capture his lover's lips. "I would have you fill me."

Elladan rose to his feet, his hands moving to the stretched laces, only to be batted away. "Allow me, tôren," Elrohir said hoarsely, dropping to his knees before his brother.

Legolas watched with heavy-lidded eyes as the elf-knight opened Elladan's lacings, nuzzling the revealed arousal as the leggings slid to the balcony floor. Twin gazes met and held as Elrohir ran his tongue along the pulsing vein, hands moving to grasp his brother's hips when his mouth covered the wet crown.

Elladan made no attempt at silence, and his pleasured groan seemed to resonate throughout the prince's body, drawing an answering whimper.

Soon, melethen.

The soothing promise echoed in Legolas' thoughts and he smiled, meeting his lover's midnight dark gaze.

Aye. Soon.

Urging Elrohir up, the elder twin caught his lips in a tender kiss, the deep affection that underpinned their lust visible in every touch, audible in every sigh as they parted, moving to envelop the golden elf between them.

Legolas shivered in anticipation as Elladan curled tight against his back and a warm mouth closed over the tip of one ear. As the prince lifted his leg, shifting it forward, a strong arm slipped under his thigh.

"Let me," the dark elf whispered, easing the limb not forward but back, to rest over his own bent knee. "'Twill be easier thus."

The wide spread of his legs left Legolas feeling exposed and vulnerable, but all thoughts of protest fled when Elrohir's mouth descended on him, hot and wet. A heartfelt groan escaped, then the prince's eyes fluttered as he felt Elladan's fingers brush his entrance.

His head pillowed on the elf-knight's thigh, Legolas rubbed his cheek over the soft skin, willing his body to relax as two slick fingers pressed inside, scissoring and curling aggressively, forcing the tight muscle to give. Then the fingers found their mark and he whimpered, pushing back forcibly as a wave of white-hot pleasure rushed over him. "Yes..." he gasped, "Enough, 'Dan...'tis enough...please..."

Elladan swallowed dryly, the prince's pleasured ramblings sending sharp tingles racing to his already leaking erection. Quickly spreading the pearly fluid, the dark elf pressed forward, sliding into his lover with a guttural groan.

Legolas was unable to hold back a keening cry as the thick shaft impaled him, opening him wide at the same time it filled him completely, the burn of entrance wiped away by the steady, pulsing pleasure of such complete possession. Opening his eyes once more, the prince reached eagerly for Elrohir's arousal, which lay just out of tongue's reach, sucking the heavy column deep into his throat without preamble.

A muffled oath escaped the elf-knight as he was drawn into the caressing warmth, his own mouth moving to nuzzle the tight sac and stretched skin under his lover's hard length. Feeling a tremor run through the corded muscle under his hand, Elrohir dug his fingers into his brother's thigh, his tongue extending to once more lap at the place where his lovers' bodies were joined.

Elladan shuddered as the rough wetness slid repeatedly over the base of his arousal, also stroking the tight ring that squeezed him, causing it to twitch and throb. "Elbereth, 'Roh!" he gasped, thrusting deeper into the snug passage as his hips bucked reflexively, his determination to remain still broken by the incredibly erotic sensation. A satisfied chuckle echoed in his thoughts.

Elrohir pulled away with a final slurp, immediately engulfing Legolas once more, his attentions no longer gentle and teasing but insistent, dragging the woodland prince toward completion with all of his considerable skill.

Lost in both his own task and the delicious heat of the prince's mouth, the elf-knight was only dimly aware of the hand stroking his thigh, and he opened his legs instinctively. A moment later he was moaning around the throbbing length that filled his mouth as Elladan's slippery fingers breached his body without warning, twisting unerringly to rub and press at their target.

Legolas groaned harshly as his arousal was buffeted by the vibrations of Elrohir's throat, pressing back into the now-rhythmic movements of his lover's body. Ebony strands fell froward to mingle with his own tousled locks, and the elder twin's mouth closed on his neck, nipping and suckling the tender skin beneath one ear.

Elladan panted against the sweat-damp throat, struggling to hold off his own climax as he continued to move his fingers inside his twin's clenching sheath, mimicking the increasingly rapid thrusts of his hips.

Two can play, tôren.

The breathless thought swirled through the elder twin's mind a mere heartbeat before Elrohir pushed saliva-slick fingers roughly into his passage, scraping repeatedly over the sensitive mound, sending bolts of aching pleasure flying to every part of his body, and shattering his control utterly.

With a low growl Elladan buried himself deep in his lover's body, sinking his teeth into Legolas' shoulder as he spilled with a violent shudder, the added stimulation pushing the woodland prince over the edge, as well.

Elrohir let out a muffled howl in triumph, swallowing around the pulsing shaft that filled his mouth even as he felt his own release wash over him, intensified by the whisper of his brother's completion that still sang in his veins.

For long moments the silence of the night was broken only by harsh breathing and the faint creak and rub of the trees.

Legolas finally roused himself from his stupor, groaning in protest as he felt Elladan's softening arousal slip from his body. "That was rather, um...intense," the prince offered hoarsely, his throat still smarting from the force of Elrohir's plundering. "Not that I am complaining, mind you," he added quickly.

"Nor am I, anor nín," the elf-knight rasped. "But I think a nice bottle of Dorwinion is in order. Mulled, perhaps." Sitting up slowly, he turned a questioning gaze on the elder twin. "Are you complaining, 'Dan?"

"Nay, I am not complaining," Elladan replied, wincing as he rolled into a sitting position. "But there is much of the night ahead. I think the wine should be accompanied by a hot bath, hmm, 'Las?"

"Aye, el nín. A very hot bath."


Elvish Translations:
anor nín - my sun
melethen - my love
tôren - my brother
gwanunigen - my twin
melethryn - lovers
rohir nín - my knight
el nín - my star


Chapter 14

Imladris 2151

Thranduil groaned and bit down on his own lower lip, drawing blood. His body trembled, inching closer to climax with each frantic buck of his hips. "I...I... cannot hold...on...much longer," he rasped brokenly, slamming forward to bury himself in Erestor's body before pushing back against Glorfindel's forceful thrusts. "End it!"

A triumphant growl sounded in the Balrog-slayer's chest as he reached to wrap a practiced hand around Erestor's neglected arousal. He pulled at the slick column once, twice...and then the dark elf howled, spilling in pearly rivulets over Glorfindel's hand, his release setting off a chain of sensations that soon left all three elves lying boneless on the rumpled sheets.

Long moments passed before Erestor stretched languidly, tossing his head so that his sweat-damp hair hung over the edge of the bed to pool on the stone floor. "I daresay a bath is in order," he said lazily, turning a sated indigo gaze on his companions.

"In a bit," Thranduil replied, wrapping an affectionate arm around the advisor and burrowing back into Glorfindel's embrace. "I would savor my last moments with you, mellynen."

"Last moments?" Glorfindel asked lightly, pulling the woodland king closer. "Nay, not our last moments, melethron. The phrase sounds far too final for my liking. Say rather our private parting."

"Our private parting, then," Thranduil agreed with a smile. His face sobering, he added, "Though I know not when we will be together again."

"Not soon enough," Erestor broke in, pressing a kiss to the king's forehead before sitting up reluctantly. "But the time for parting will come all too soon, I fear." Rising gracefully, the dark elf grasped Thranduil's hand, tugging his lover to his feet. "Come, have your bath ere the breakfast chimes begin to ring."


Mirkwood 2151

Legolas sat watching soberly as the twins stuffed the last items into their bulging packs. "This chamber will seem empty without your packs and weapons," he remarked with forced levity. "I have become accustomed to your clutter."

Elladan chuckled, tugging on the straps of his bag experimentally. Satisfied that the knots would hold, he sat the scuffed leather pack beside the door and moved to sit on the bed, drawing the woodland prince back into a loose embrace. "Then you must bring yourself and your bow back to Imladris, ernilen, to clutter our chamber for a while. "

"Indeed," Elrohir interrupted with a grin as he dropped to the bed, burrowing into the tangle of arms and legs. "I have become accustomed to golden hair on my pillow and your scent on my skin. 'Twill seem a bit lonely with only 'Dan to taunt and torment."

"I will do my best to keep you occupied," Elladan shot back, one ebony eyebrow arching in amusement. "Truth, you may need 'Las to rescue you by winter's end."

"Promise, tôren?" the elf-knight retorted cheekily, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Legolas snickered. "The quiet is what shall do me in, I fear. How will I survive without your squabbling?"

Suddenly serious, the prince whispered, "Melin chen," his arms tightening around his lovers. "I will miss you both more than I can say."

"As we will miss you," Elladan whispered, pressing a flurry of kisses to the golden elf's face. "Melim chen."

"'Tis but for a while, anor nín," Elrohir promised soberly. "We have many days together to look forward to."

"Aye, we do, indeed," Legolas agreed with a smile, brushing a lingering kiss over each mouth in turn before rising with a sigh. "I suppose that as a good host, I must go see to your mounts. I will take your packs for stowing."

"We will meet you in the courtyard, melethen," Elladan replied, standing to reach for his jerkin as the woodland prince left the chamber. "Best dress for the worst, 'Roh."

Elrohir nodded, tying the heavy black leather vest closed before lifting his shoulder pads with a questioning glance at his brother.

Elladan helped settle the thick leather armor onto the elf-knight's shoulders, buckling the straps snugly. "I am sorry to go," he offered as he checked the fit carefully, "but 'twill be good to be home again, as well."

"Aye," Elrohir answered, helping his twin in turn. "'Tis less painful, this parting, than the last in Imladris."

"It is," the elder twin agreed, fastening the high leather collar that protected the elf-knight's neck. "There is no longer doubt. We have survived."

The elf-knight smiled grimly, then his face softened as he reached out to tuck an ebony braid behind his brother's ear. "Survived a trial by fire, tôren. Or rather a trial by family, death, grief and pride."

"You have forgotten the spiders, rohir nín," Elladan teased, lifting his chin as Elrohir fitted the stiff collar. "Do not neglect to mention the local wildlife."

The elf-knight raised an eyebrow in unspoken comment, then suddenly sobered. "I have wondered these last days, 'Dan, if mayhap...if we might..."

"The time is not yet right, meleth," Elladan broke in gently. "There are yet many partings to be endured, and the choice is yet before us."

"And we will choose together, el nín," Elrohir promised, searching his brother's face closely. "But there is more, is there not?"

"Aye," the elder twin admitted reluctantly, "though I cannot perceive it clearly. There is a time to come when such a promise would cause him great anguish. Our troth belongs to the future yet, 'Roh."

"Then let us gird ourselves for present partings," Elrohir said, giving his twin's hand an affectionate squeeze. "'Las will be waiting."


Imaldris 2151

Elrond stood at the gates with Celebrían, his twilight gaze sympathetic as he watched Thranduil approach, flanked by Glorfindel and Erestor. The three seemed deep in conversation, their arms linked possessively, and as they neared the Mirkwood guard, mounted and awaiting the king, their progress slowed to a crawl. Reluctantly, the departing monarch pulled away to approach the Lord and Lady of the valley.

"I thank your for your sage advice, hirilen, " Thranduil began, lifting Celebrían's hand to his lips, "and for your generosity in sharing it with me."

"It is ample reward that you have found your peace," the Lady of Imladris answered with a gentle smile. "Navaer, mellonen."

The woodland king moved to embrace Elrond, pressing a kiss to each cheek in traditional farewell. "Navaer, mellonen," he said quietly. "I am grateful for your hospitality, and your friendship. I hope you will return to Taur-na-Fuin someday, under happier circumstances."

"I will, indeed," the Peredhel lord promised, returning the ritual kisses. "And you are always welcome in the valley." A mischievous smile crossed his noble features as he added, "'Which is well, as we may someday be law-family."

Thranduil chuckled, his emerald eyes sparkling. "We may, at that. Your whelps have developed quite a following in the Wood." His expression becoming serious, he continued, "I thank you and Imladris for allowing them to serve Taur-na-Fuin."

"You are welcome, mellonen, though I doubt I could have prevented their staying," Elrond replied with a wry grin. "But I understand you will be repaying the favor with both an archery master and a talented healer. So we will call it even."

"We will," Thranduil agreed, stepping back to bow formally. "Navaer, Elrond."

"Navaer," Elrond responded, bowing in turn. "Elbereth's blessing to you, híren."

Turning to Erestor and Glorfindel, Thranduil caught both in a fierce embrace, heedless of the onlooking guards. "Navaer, mellynen," he whispered. "Thank you."

"Elbereth's blessings, melethron," Erestor murmured. "I will miss you."

"Navaer, Thranduil," Glorfindel said, pressing a ritual kiss to each of the king's cheeks. "Now we may begin looking forward to our next meeting."

"With much anticipation," the Mirkwood king agreed, a smile easing the solemn lines of his face as he swung onto the back of his horse. Allowing himself a final glance at his lovers, Thranduil nodded to his captain, and turned toward home.


Mirkwood 2151

"Here they come, 'Golas, here they come!" Galueth squealed, pulling away from her brothers and running to meet the twins as they descended the steps to the courtyard. "Swing me, El'dan. Swing me El'hir," she demanded, both hands reaching out expectantly. "Swing me before you go."

Elladan grasped one hand, Elrohir the other, and they swung the elfling in a gentle arc, much to her delight.

"Mind your manners," Anteruon chided mildly as Galueth's joyous shrieks reached painful levels. "The gwanûn will have need of their hearing on the journey to Imladris. Say 'Navaer', pen dithen."

"Navaer, El'hir," the princess whispered soberly, snuggling against the younger twin as he knelt to embrace her. "Must you leave? 'Golas will be sad."

"Aye, we must," Elrohir affirmed, dropping a kiss on the intricate mahogany braids that crowned the elfling's head. "But we will return as we may."

"Indeed," Elladan promised, kneeling beside his brother. "And do not forget that Anteruon and Legolas will be journeying to Imladris from time to time. Mayhap you could..."

"Come to visit you?" Galueth broke in excitedly, throwing her arms around the elder twin. "I could see the waterfalls and play with 'Del and braid your hair and meet your Nana and your Ada and Arwen..." Stopping for a much needed breath, the princess looked at Elladan, her eyes wide. "Could I?"

"Aye, if your Ada gives leave," the elder twin promised with a smile, squeezing Galueth gently. "Navaer, pen neth."

"Navaer, El'dan," the princess replied. "I will look after 'Golas. I will not let him mope."

"Thank you, hirilen," Elladan said gravely, his eyes dancing. "Your words ease my mind."

Rising reluctantly, the twins found their arms full of auburn-haired elleth, an amused Tiriadon looking on. "Navaer, mellynen," Sílolwen whispered, tears standing in her enormous brown eyes. "Thank you for bringing him back to me. Valar's blessing on you both."

"Navaer, hirilen," Elladan answered for them both, casting a helpless glance at the captain.

"Let them go, melethen, ere you create a scandal," Tiri teased with a grin, gently drawing his lover away. "Legolas is a jealous sort."

"That he is," Elrohir agreed with a snort, clasping Tiriadon's arm warmly. "Navaer, wood-elf," he said, pulling the warrior into a quick embrace. Meeting the shining green gaze, he smiled. "Thank you, mellonen."

"Navaer, Peredhel," Tiri retorted with a grin, squeezing the elf-knight's arm. "You are most welcome."

Turning to Elladan, the Mirkwood elf sobered. "Navaer, Elladan. I am in your debt."

The elder twin shook his head firmly, kissing Tiriadon's cheeks in ritual farewell. "You are not, captain. Indeed, I have a suspicion that we are all in your debt. Navaer, mellonen."

At that moment Barangolas appeared to throw his arms exuberantly around each of the twins in turn. "Be safe, gwedyren. Lindel sends his apologies and best wishes." A broad grin lit the youngest prince's face. "We could not both leave the patrol, and I fear I pulled rank."

"A decision which may leave your bed cold for days, tôren," Legolas snickered as he joined the group. His smile fading, he met Elladan's gaze. "All is ready, el nín."

"We should make haste, then, " the elder twin said with a deep sigh. "I have no wish to spend an extra night among the spiders."

"A sound choice," Anteruon offered, "though I am loath to see you go." Gripping Elrohir's forearm, he drew the elf-knight into a warm embrace. "Navaer, gwadoren. Valar's blessings."

"Navaer, ernilen," the elf-knight replied, tightening his arms. "Look after 'Las."

Releasing Elrohir, the crown prince moved to stand before the elder twin. "Elladan," he began, clasping the dark elf's shoulder, "Thank you, mellonen, for everything...I..."

"There is no need for such words between us," Elladan said quietly, pulling him into a snug embrace. "Navaer, gwadoren. I look forward to your arrival in the valley."

"And mine?" Legolas asked impishly, slipping an arm around his lover's waist.

"And your arrival, as well, anor nín," the elder twin retorted with a grin as Elrohir joined them. With a final nod at the well wishers, the three moved toward the gates, and the final parting.

"Melin chen," Legolas said and released each of his lovers with a lingering kiss, stepping back as they mounted the restive horses. "Be safe, 'Dan...'Roh."

"And you, 'Las," Elrohir answered. "Melin chen."

"Melin chen, 'Las," Elladan echoed before tearing his eyes from the woodland prince to meet Elrohir's clouded gaze. "Ready, tôren?" The elf-knight nodded silently.

Without a backward glance they rode up the hidden path, and soon vanished among the shadows of Taur-na-Fuin.

The End

Elvish Translations:
mellynen - my friends
ernilen - my prince
tôren - my brother
Melin chen - I love you
Melin chem - We love you
anor nín - my sun
rohir nín - my knight
el nín - my star
meleth - love
hirilen - my lady
Navaer - Farewell
Taur-na-Fuin - wood of nightshade (Mirkwood)
híren - my lord
melethron - lover
pen dithen - little one
pen neth - young one
melethen - my love
gwedyren- my sworn brothers

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