Chapter 4

"Well apparently I broke my promise th-" The elf growled when he got head butted from the side by none other than Dwalin, causing the elf to fall on top of Frerin. Legolas only grinned at the other dwarf and pinned Frerin down as he started to move faster and harder..

"Don't just lay there fight tha' elf off yerself!" Dwalin said as he hid Dis protectively behind him. "Frerin!"

Frerin startled and looked up at Dwalin, suddenly regaining hope but his body still felt all numb and it somehow was hard to even try to want the elf's length to leave him. He did wrestle now and turned onto his knees, crawling away from him after he kicked him once.

"Frerin!" The older dwarf rushed over towards the prince and the elf, pulling that scum away from him while Legolas did nothing but growl when Frerin kicked him.

'Get off me you brute!" He pushed Dwalin aside and smirked at the other prince again as he pulled him closer by your ankles and instantly moved roughly again. "You are going to start what you finished. "

"I-i didn't start anything!" Frerin growled but shivered again, hitting Legolas twice in his face.

"Of course you didn't." He growled when the younger dwarf hit him in the face twice and pinned his arms down as well now as he moved painfully only to make himself come and when he did so he almost strangled Frerin again before standing up and kicking his legs out of the way. "Pitiful dwarf."

"Jealousy?" Thrain sighed nerved, feeling powerless. He rushed to the king. "Father.. Thorin is with Thranduil again.. He won't obey."

"That.. boy." The dwarven king mumbled and strode off to the chamber where the elf stayed.

Thorin growled painfully and tried to resist but all he got in return was more pulling to his hair and he faced the elf. "Don't listen to him!"

Thranduil rose from his bed. "Thror.. Let him go.."

"You have no right to give me any orders elf." Thror narrowed his eyes and dragged his grandson along with him outside the room."You will not be seeing him again! "

Thrain stood beside Thror now because he had been watching them. "Shall I bring him to his room, father?.."

"Yes" Thror looked at his own son and pretty much pushed the young dwarf into his son's arms and faced the elf. "Leave."

"No!" Thorin struggled in order to get loose but failed and looked at the elf as miraculously some tears welled up. "He has done nothing wrong you're just jealous!"

Frerin instantly looked away again in embarrassment for letting this happen to him, even in front of his sister and Dwalin. He lay onto his side and tried to slow down his breathing pace in order to calm himself down.

Dwalin rushed over towards him and scooped him up in his arms as Legolas jumped over the wall to the ground. "He'd better leave.. Come lad, let's take ye inside.." He pulled the prince's clothes up as much as possible and carried him inside.

"I-i am.. Sorry to disappoint you again.. M-master Dwalin.." Frerin hid his face by using Dwalin's upper clothing.

Dwalin. "Nah.. You didn't lad.. I'm sorry for not getting to ye earlier." He carried him to his own chambers and pulled his clothes off before laying him down in a bath tub and sighed when he heard some distant shouting. "Just stay in ' ere ill fill ye some water."

"Yes, take your time.. I am very grateful for this.. I owe you one." Frerin leaned backwards and sighed, relaxing a bit.

Dwalin nodded and looked at little Dis trying to reassure her it was going to be alright as he ruffled her hair once. He filled the tub with water and looked at Frerin's neck once "That'll leave some marks.."

"I am very sorry to be bothering you.. But my men would have to prepare for our ride back.. It'd take a few days."

Thorin's eyes widened which caused his grandfather to grin a little bit due the success he just got. "No!" He tried to struggle loose again and almost pleaded him to take him to Mirkwood as well.

Thranduil tried to give him a reassuring look and took off his under tunic, revealing his naked chest. "If you wouldn't mind.. I wish to take a bath now.."

Thror became quiet. He stared at the elf and surely Thranduil did not only reveal it to him but his grandson as well. Thranduil let both watch the magnificence of his body. "Of course I'll make sure no one gets in, Thrain bring him away."

The prince's eyes shot from the elven king to his grandfather as he widened them once more and tried to pull away from his father. "Don't!"

Thrain pulled him back by holding both of his son's arms. He pulled him to his own room, walked in and locked the door. "Stop this foolishness Thorin!"

"Stop it, let go of me!" He yelled and faced his father. "You can't decide who I love or not!" He glared at him and wanted to walk past him to the door.

"Do you want me to punish you Thorin?!"

"Punish me really father.. I'm not a dwarrow anymore. Now unlock the door and let me go back!"

"I will not unlock this door until you have learned your lesson." Thrain growled and sat down onto a chair. "You do not know anything about that mad king."

"You don't know him either.. I saw the real him, not just the elven king, besides.. I'm not the first Durin. It seems like grandpa and him have a past, which is why you have to open that door. I am going to learn from someone special, something I won't regret!"

"He is poisoning your mind! Thror would never do such a thing! And so won't you!

"He's not poisoning my mind.. He's doing the opposite!" He turned towards his father again. "You and I both know what is to become of grandpa, face it dad, he is not himself lately ever since that stone appeared!" He rubbed his face shortly and looked at his father once and the door before taking a few steps back and made a sprint at the door before he jumped against it.

Thrain hit Thorin's head right against the door when the prince did so and took advantage of the dizziness the younger dwarf felt. He pulled him onto his bed and ripped off his trousers. "I'll show you how proper sex should feel.."

Thorin growled when his head hit the door and squeezed his eyes as he laid his hand on the sore spot. "Let go of me!" The words slurred out of his mouth due his dizziness and growled again once he hit the bed yet when he felt his trousers being ripped off his eyes widened and he started to struggle and try and get away. "No.. You can't.. Get away from me!" He kicked , punched his father's chest and pushed him. "No.. Thranduil!"

Thrain pulled out his length quickly and started jerking himself off, holding one of the boy's legs with his other hand. Once he felt he was ready he pushed himself in and held his legs with both of his hands. He waited shortly but then started moving in and out of him rather roughly.

"Get off me!" Thorin struggled more which made his father's movements only more painful as he still punched him but the feeling of him entering him made him gasp in pain once more as his body tried its best to work the length out of him. "Help! !" He tried to scream as much as could and whined in pain when the dwarf started to move. "Why are y-you doing this. ..I'm your son!"

"This is more a more honourable form of sex than with that bastard!" Thrain growled and started jerking Thorin off, really trying hard to get him to enjoy it because he also does this for his own release and it hurt him to see his son like this.

"No..ahh.. You..get out of me!" Thorin shivered violently and glared up at him. "Just so you know: if I do start moaning, know that I'm thinking of him!" He growled and cursed his body for already getting into that trance. "No.. Amad!" He yelled again, kicked and punched him again giving him a hateful glare. "You are dis honouring h-her." He pushed his hands against his father's face but started to gasp when unwillingly his orgasm approached and gave him a dirty disgusted look. "Oh, gods.. My elven lord..yes!"

"Amad definitely would understand it!" Thrain growled in pleasure when the prince's moans only encouraged him to fill him up even more. He shivered shortly and suddenly moved all the way in, filling him with his cum.

"Aghh!" Thorin pushed a fist to his mouth and turned white and green at the same time as Thrain moved deeper into him and threw up inside his own mouth when the older dwarf came. It almost caused him to choke in his own vomit.

Thrain widened his eyes when he saw his own son throw up, causing, him in shock, to slide out of him and head backwards. "Hm.."

Thorin rolled on his side to puke properly and pulled up his trousers in disgust. He was going to kill him for this or at least hurt him properly, so he grabbed his emergency dagger out of his drawer and glared at his father when the man wanted to walk away. "Where do you think you're going.."

"It still feels as if he's holding my neck.. But I'm sure it'll heal.. When will they leave?"

"Understandable.. " Dwalin tilted the prince's head carefully with care and studied the string. He still had the decency to not look elsewhere. "Aye Balin has some herbs for that I'll go and get 'em."

"I'll join you after I finished my bath, no worries." Frerin thoroughly washed his crotch and hole, somehow feeling uncomfortable since he hadn't come yet.

"Of course lad you just calm down for now okay." Dwalin looked at him when the prince started to wash himself and turned away in respect.

Frerin shortly stared at how Dwalin turned away and quickly jerked himself off intensely and indeed he came rather quickly with a soft gasp which he covered with a few coughs.

The brute swallowed a few times and kept himself busy, knowing what Frerin was doing, yet when he was done he waited a couple of seconds more before turning towards him again.

Frerin quickly let the bath be emptied to make sure Dwalin wouldn't see his cum. He slowly tried to get up but his body had remained slightly numb.

"Careful there." Dwalin supported him with both of his arms to help him out of the bathtub. "You princelings will be my death someday." He said with a chuckle

Frerin looked down at his arms and grinned a bit as he clumsily got out of the bath and started drying himself. "That is our duty, is it not?" He chuckled and carefully put on his clothes.

"Aye, I don't hope so though, I'm still sufferin' from that piece of ear loss. Come on lad." He patted the prince's shoulder and headed to the grand dining hall.

Frerin nodded slowly and followed Dwalin, looking anxiously around for Legolas. He definitely didn't want to see him anymore.

Dwalin noticed the prince's anxiety and looked back at him over his shoulder. "Don't worry lad he's not here I made sure the guards would watch him and won't let him in anymore."

"Good.. I'm glad.. But, Dwalin, how did you find us actually?"

"I sensed something was wrong, really. You all weren't in the dining room and dinner still hasn't been served yet so I went looking. Your sounds led me there."

"Did.. Anybody else notice it? Tch.. Let's get dinner! I'm getting sick of thinking of it again."

"No, nobody else saw it. I made sure of that." He nodded and followed the prince quickly.

Frerin walked into the kitchen and smiled at the maids. "We're coming for our dinner, serve it with pints! No wine.. Those fools have made us drink enough of that.."

Dwalin chuckled and grabbed a pint for the younger dwarf and him to fill it with ale. "Cheers lad, oh and meat of course."

"Meat indeed." He smiled and took the pint. "Cheers!" Frerin took a big sip of his pint and sighed relieved.

"To a better day tomorrow." Dwalin gave him a look and clashed his pint with the prince's.

Thranduil turned his back towards him and placed his tunic down onto his bed, then he walked out of the room to a different bathroom than the one Frerin was using. He simply ignored Thror who followed him.

"You know.. Thorin will grow older too. It's a shame really. I can't blame him for bestowing upon you like that. He's just a boy. He doesn't know what he's doing."

"He is different than you are, I see real love in his eyes unlike yours.. Your love was and is wicked, I do not care for his age nor hi-"

"He's just a boy" Thor walked up to him and stood pretty close behind him. "Isn't that what you always desired? Something wicked.."

"If I always had desired something wicked I better could've stayed with you, Thror." He didn't mind him standing this close, somehow he felt more powerful by being this tall, even when his back was faced towards him.

"What made you leave me.. I mean except the wickedness we were fine, were we not. "He stared at the King's shoulders and touched his back once carefully. "Such beauty."

"You're obsessed with everything that looks pretty.. It was rather obvious." Thranduil sighed slightly but didn't move away from the dwarf's hand.

"That's not true, only for that what is truly beauty: which is you. I've never stopped thinking about you." He said as his hand slid up until it got a hold of the elf's silver blonde hair. He gently pulled it and forced the elf's head to move backwards only slightly.

"You are a worse sex addict than I am." Thranduil tried to keep ignoring the pulling, though it hurt his scalp whenever he tried to remain standing up fully straight.

"Ah so you finally admit you are one.. I don't think that the boy can keep up with 's not experienced."

"I am pretty sure he will be fine, and otherwise I will wait for him to develop himself.." He pulled himself free and stroked his hair slightly backwards before he took off his crown.

Thror watched him in astonishment and bit his lip hard once the elf took off his crown. "It never ceased to amaze me how well you made this on your own."

Thranduil had a look at his crown and only nodded once slowly, staying fully quiet in deep thoughts. He placed it onto a small closet and bent forwards to let some water fill his bath. Usually he'd go outside to wash himself it but he knew that then not only one dwarf would be looking at him.

"I could help you clean yourself." Thror followed him with his eyes and moved forwards before he laid his hand upon the elf's gorgeous butt.

Thranduil's eyes widened only shortly when the elf felt the familiar hand on his bottom. "You could.. But first let me sit down in the water."

"My my, surrendering to me already.. Poor Thorin it would break his heart to see this, which is why don't want you around him any longer."

"This is no surrender at all, I need a servant to wash me." He slowly lowered himself into the water and looked up at Thror. "I will not abandon your son that easily."

"A servant.. We'll see about that." The dwarven king grinned to himself and grabbed a sponge and started washing the elf's upper body first.

The elven king now turned his head away again, just staring at the water. He didn't even bother paying attention to Thror.

Thror admired every single inch of the elf's silken skin. He sneakily and slowly moved his hand down to the elf's length.

Thranduil once again looked up at Thror as if being disappointed, but he then looked down and closed his eyes.