I have finally come up with a title and all on my own too! Yay! Um…I
hope you like this chapter this is why I upped the rating to R for it gets
a bit lemony. Elvish is in ' ' and thoughts are in . Enjoy!
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A knock on the door woke Elrohir from his troubled slumber.
'Who is it?' asked Elladan sleepily and Elrohir was surprised to see Legolas poke his head around the door.
'May I speak to Elrohir alone?' he asked gallantly and Elladan scowled before leaving.
'Elrohir?' asked Legolas nervously, entering and sitting on the end of the bed.
'What do you want?' snapped Elrohir, the words slightly muffled by his pillow.
'I can understand if you are mad at me Elrohir, but please just listen.'
Elrohir picked his face up out of the pillow and stared at the blonde elf. Tearstains were evident on his face and Legolas looked at him guiltily.
'What I mean to say is,' he said rather nervously. 'Well, is that I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. Sometimes I let my emotions overpower my better judgement.
Elrohir nodded somberly and muttered, 'Apology accepted.'
'I'm not done,' said Legolas and Elrohir stared at him again.
'What then?' he asked sadly, another tear running down the side of his face.
I knew this would come…
But he was very surprised when Legolas got on his knees and began to crawl towards him.
'Simply that,' he whispered seductively. 'Last night was amazing.'
Slowly he leaned forwards and kissed Elrohir gently on the lips. Then he felt a wetness on the other elf's cheeks and he murmured, 'What is wrong?'
'Everything!' Elrohir sobbed, covering his face with his arms. 'And why…why do you kiss me now? I thought it was best that we had forgotten.'
'What if I don't want to forget?'
'What?'
'I care for you Elrohir, more then anything.'
Tears of pain and sadness turned to tears of joy and happiness as their lips met again, slowly and tentatively at first, then faster and more passionately.
'Legolas,' moaned Elrohir as he licked his way up the raven-haired elf's jawbone and began to bathe his pointed ear with his tongue.
'Do you like this?' asked Legolas and a loud moan was the response.
Feverishly Elrohir tore at Legolas's clothing making the blonde elf smirk.
'Impatient are we?'
'Enough talking,' growled Elrohir bringing his lips down upon Legolas's, letting his tongue explore the sweet mouth. At the same time his hands moved across the body beneath his, enjoying the feel of the velvet skin beneath his fingertips. Gently he pushed his hand under the waistband of Legolas's leggings making him cry out.
'Elrohir enough!'
'You want me to stop?'
'No, just stop teasing me like that!'
'Oh all right,' smiled Elrohir forcefully kissing him again.
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Elladan shuffled slowly down the hall, a half-eaten piece of bread in his hand.
Some interesting noises reached his ears as he near his and Elrohir's chambers, in fact they seemed to be coming from there. His fatigue and annoyance for being kicked out of bed forgotten he pressed his ear to the door and heard loud moans of pleasure. Smiling wickedly he opened the door a crack so he could peer inside.
The cries of 'Ai Elrohir harder!' were magnified and on his twin's bed there were two figures moving in rhythm together beneath the silken sheets.
'Legolas!' came another moan and Elladan's smirk vanished.
How can this be? he thought. The beautiful prince of Mirkwood dallying with my brother? No this isn't right, but we can fix that. His wicked grin returned as he watched the two making love.
My turn will come soon…
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A knock on the door woke Elrohir from his troubled slumber.
'Who is it?' asked Elladan sleepily and Elrohir was surprised to see Legolas poke his head around the door.
'May I speak to Elrohir alone?' he asked gallantly and Elladan scowled before leaving.
'Elrohir?' asked Legolas nervously, entering and sitting on the end of the bed.
'What do you want?' snapped Elrohir, the words slightly muffled by his pillow.
'I can understand if you are mad at me Elrohir, but please just listen.'
Elrohir picked his face up out of the pillow and stared at the blonde elf. Tearstains were evident on his face and Legolas looked at him guiltily.
'What I mean to say is,' he said rather nervously. 'Well, is that I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. Sometimes I let my emotions overpower my better judgement.
Elrohir nodded somberly and muttered, 'Apology accepted.'
'I'm not done,' said Legolas and Elrohir stared at him again.
'What then?' he asked sadly, another tear running down the side of his face.
I knew this would come…
But he was very surprised when Legolas got on his knees and began to crawl towards him.
'Simply that,' he whispered seductively. 'Last night was amazing.'
Slowly he leaned forwards and kissed Elrohir gently on the lips. Then he felt a wetness on the other elf's cheeks and he murmured, 'What is wrong?'
'Everything!' Elrohir sobbed, covering his face with his arms. 'And why…why do you kiss me now? I thought it was best that we had forgotten.'
'What if I don't want to forget?'
'What?'
'I care for you Elrohir, more then anything.'
Tears of pain and sadness turned to tears of joy and happiness as their lips met again, slowly and tentatively at first, then faster and more passionately.
'Legolas,' moaned Elrohir as he licked his way up the raven-haired elf's jawbone and began to bathe his pointed ear with his tongue.
'Do you like this?' asked Legolas and a loud moan was the response.
Feverishly Elrohir tore at Legolas's clothing making the blonde elf smirk.
'Impatient are we?'
'Enough talking,' growled Elrohir bringing his lips down upon Legolas's, letting his tongue explore the sweet mouth. At the same time his hands moved across the body beneath his, enjoying the feel of the velvet skin beneath his fingertips. Gently he pushed his hand under the waistband of Legolas's leggings making him cry out.
'Elrohir enough!'
'You want me to stop?'
'No, just stop teasing me like that!'
'Oh all right,' smiled Elrohir forcefully kissing him again.
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Elladan shuffled slowly down the hall, a half-eaten piece of bread in his hand.
Some interesting noises reached his ears as he near his and Elrohir's chambers, in fact they seemed to be coming from there. His fatigue and annoyance for being kicked out of bed forgotten he pressed his ear to the door and heard loud moans of pleasure. Smiling wickedly he opened the door a crack so he could peer inside.
The cries of 'Ai Elrohir harder!' were magnified and on his twin's bed there were two figures moving in rhythm together beneath the silken sheets.
'Legolas!' came another moan and Elladan's smirk vanished.
How can this be? he thought. The beautiful prince of Mirkwood dallying with my brother? No this isn't right, but we can fix that. His wicked grin returned as he watched the two making love.
My turn will come soon…