A/N: Oh. My. Gawd. Look. The freak-show. She's back! Didja miss me?! ::big smiles:: Anywho! I got off my dead ass and actually EDITED Archery Practice. ::gasps:: I know, I know! Who knew, right? ::big grins:: Anyway, read on! Review if you like it and review if you're an old reader. Give me some lubbins! J
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The quiver on his back grew ever lighter, each arrow spent was an arrow that he would have to replace later. He shifted from one foot to the other, letting his weight rest on a different foot as he tested the ground he stood on to be sure it wouldn't shift from beneath him when the crucial moment came for when he should let another shaft fly. With an aggravated sigh, he shook his long hair away from his face once again. He loved his hair as much as he loved to hone his skills with his bow, but as of now it was being nothing more then an annoying nuisance. In his pack, he knew that several leather straps were resting there for the specific reason to rid one of hair in their field of vision. He didn't wish to make his flowing locks captive but at this rate he would have to. For once in a long, long while he had decided to let it loose with no braid, clips, or bands; Natural through and through.
"You had best quit bothering me or I may as well shear you off" Legolas snapped at a particular grouping of hairs that simply refused to lie flat, but agreed to stray into his sights to upset his perfect aim.
He used his lips to blow the strand away for the blink of an eye, thinking it would be long enough to get his aim set. The strand fell flat against his right eye and he threw his bow and single arrow to the ground in disgust.
"Warning after warning and you do not heed them! I fear that now I must take you prisoner." His footfalls were silent as he approached his brown haversack, kneeling before it. In it he dug, pulling out several unimportant items and dropping them next to his feet for his search for the ever-elusive leather strips. He sat on his haunches while he explored the bag and threw an arm in the air, mumbling away the entire time as his hair fell into his face once more.
"You are beginning to be far more trouble then you're worth!" The fair prince told his long tresses, "Where in Middle-Earth could they be? I had just stored them here but a moment before leaving the House." He slapped his hands against his thighs in confusion and anger. It wasn't often that he was confused, to not know what to make of a situation, so when he stumbled upon one he was more then slightly irked.
"This is madnessI know I put them in here and yet they rest not where I left them." He just sat there, wondering what trickery was out and about to steal his hair accessories and what its purpose was to do so.
"Our young Prince seems to be missing something he places great value on, dear brother. Whatever shall he do about it?"
Legolas hung his head in defeat, feeling laughter well up within him, "So you are the Wizards responsible for my sudden difficulties. I should not have expected any other."
Elrohir smiled smugly, waving one of the bands before him tauntingly.
"It is a rare and wonderful gift to see hair so intoxicating free from its clasps from such a beautiful creature as yourself. Elrohir and I felt it was time for you to realize this, as we did so long ago." Elladan was bracing his body against the gray bark of a tree that the Prince had not been shooting at, arms crossed in an amused manner over his chest.
Legolas felt flame rising up to his cheeks and let his head fall back down to his pack. It never ceased to amaze him. It had been decades since he had first found himself lost in the gray eyes of the twins but each and every comment that fell from their full lips felt as if it were the first, as if he had never had something loving said about him through his long life. That feeling was one he cherished, accompanied with the feeling of love long-desired. It was wonderful to feel wanted for more then what your over-achieving father and siblings had in mind. His love was one that was ever growing. Legolas was shocked that he still held the other two Elves' interest.
"Intoxicating? This rat's nest? I dare to object to such a bald-faced lie." He held his smooth hands up, screwing his face up slightly.
Elrohir and Elladan exchanged slightly flustered expressions before closing in on Legolas, linking their hands as they came close enough to the other.
That was another thing that set the Prince thinking for hours on end when the two he loved were away from the House. It was not a said taboo for children from the same family to choose each other as mates but it was highly frowned upon by all who knew they were related. Elrond had shown no favor nor any sign of approval over his feelings of his two sons announcing that they were lovers as well as siblings. Legolas knew Thranduil would never condone such an arrangement if it were the case between he and any of his brothers. The fact that Lord Elrond seemed so laid back to the choosings of his brood showed much about his character.
"You know how enchanting you are my beloved you're the very essence of desire and want. You are just frustrated with your hair's ignorance to what you wish. But do not put your self worth down, never have we seen such an eye holding individual. It pains us when you say such things that we know are not true. Trust us Legolas, you are worthy of all praise we give. That and so much more." Elrohir's speech was cut off with the abrupt connection of lips against his.
Elladan laughed in surprise, "My goodness, perhaps I should use this technique from hence forth!"
Legolas's mind was reeling with joyance. Never had love felt to good as it did at moments like these. Elrohir's arms were pushing down against the ground at either side of him due to Legolas's onslaught of physical emotions, the Prince straddling him, and pushing against his chest.
A voice belonging not to the three Elves in the backwoods brought them out of their indulgence, "Master Elladan"
"Yes?" He tore his eyes from the sensual pair beside him to bid his attention to the young Elf who looked to be bearing a message.
The other Elf bowed low, speaking through a curtain of long hair, "You father wishes an audience with you."
Elladan nodded resolutely, leaning over and smacking Elrohir's arm, "Come brother, our father needs to have a chat with us."
"Begging your forgiveness my young Master, but he said he wished an audience with only you, at this time." The messenger broke him.
With a nervous chuckle Elladan stood and brushed the moss and dead leaves from his rear, "Well doesn't that sound foreboding?"
Legolas peeled himself away from Elrohir long enough to give his lover a moment to breath and give his brother an answer, "Put in a good word for me Elladan and be sure to warn off any wanders from this area."
Elladan watched Legolas's cheeks brighten with joy but also sadness that he wouldn't be able to share both of the men he loved. But with his eyes he gave an intense promise that later there would be time for he and Elladan would exchange their show of love.
Elladan sighed happily, "Alrightthose eyes will be the death of me. Enjoy yourselves." He motioned the message carrier to walk before him, so that he might get a last view of the goings on behind him. Finally, he turned his back to them when he and the one in front of him went around a bend in the trail.
Legolas trained his eyes on the Elf whom was smiling up at him, "Why did you say such things about me? I hardly feel that I am one pleasing to look at."
Elrohir leaned back on his elbows, shaking his hair over his shoulder, "Because I loved you from the moment I set my gaze on you. You held yourself with such grace and confidence. Elladan and I were sure we would never catch your fancy. You may not think so but the woods of Lothlorien pale to compare to your magnificence. Over these years we have grown to love you more then life itself. Have we ever given you reason to trust us not?"
Legolas felt himself melting under the intense gaze of the other, "Nonever."
"Do you think of us as liars?"
Legolas's eyes widened in shock, "Whatever gave you that idea? No!"
"Then when we speak compliments over you, know they are true and heart felt and not just a way to get into your trousers." Elrohir gave a wry smile, tugging at Legolas's waistband.
If it were possible, Legolas felt an upwelling of even more love and desire to these two brothers. He ended Elrohir's speech by placing two fingers over those soft lips, putting pressure on Elrohir's chest with his other hand so that the two might lie down on the forest floor. Legolas entwined one of his legs with Elrohir's, laying part of his chest upon the other Elf's torso, staring deep into his eyes. With a slender finger he traced the edge of his hairline, winding his finger into one of the dark locks, bringing it to his lips to kiss. Elrohir sighed his pleasure, bringing his hands up Legolas's sides, up and over to his back and shoulders.
"Mmm" Legolas's soft voice caused the other to moan out with him.
He brought his lips down to rest upon the other's neck, brushing dark locks of hair away from the wanted spot. What began with soft suckling and licking soon turned to gentle love bites that would leave a lasting mark against Elrohir's flawless skin. Neither cared, it felt too good to be a bad thing. Slowly, using his tongue, Legolas made his way from one side of his lover's neck to the other and began the same process he had just used to make Elrohir squirm beneath him.
"Lego-las! Enough of this torture" Said Elrohir, but made no sign of stopping the other from his duty.
Lust began to claw its way into the bodies of both, causing the dark haired Elf to pull Legolas down for a kiss filled with passionate enthusiasm. Legolas was nearly driven senseless with such a sudden rush of feelings throughout his being. He yanked Elrohir up so that he was now straddling him and twisted his fingers into the under layers of the dark tresses, so different from his but in texture, so very alike. Legolas felt fingers under his neck, working to loose the leather ties of his shirt. He brushed the fumbling fingers away to do the job himself, feeling eager fingers stroking his clothed chest the whole while, trying in vain to find silky skin.
"You are like a child searching for a treat" Legolas laughed, finally shedding his shirt with the shrug of his shoulders.
Elrohir was eager enough to forgo the fastenings on his own tunic and elected to cross his arms over each other to grasp the edges of his shirt and simply pull the thing off, flinging it away to the side. Legolas smiled in appreciation of the muscular body that sat across his lap, bring his head down to lick at the creamy skin he had grown quite familiar with over the years. Elrohir hissed through his teeth, raking his fingers across Legolas's neck and shoulders in the most pleasing of ways.
Legolas felt now would be a good time to press Elrohir onto his back again and ravage his body that way. Elrohir put up little struggle as he was lain upon Legolas's sweet smelling shirt.
"I love you so much more then I ever thought possible" Legolas felt tears pricking against his eyes when he admitted this.
"I love you more and more each day we spend togetherlet us show each other how we feel." Elrohir whispered, a sly grin on his face.
Legolas felt his tears dry up, "You're terrible" He was delighted none the less. He buried his face in the dark hair and neck of the other man. With a stifled sigh of contentment, he pulled back and gave his own crafty smile to Elrohir. He took an erect nipple into his mouth and began to massage it with his tongue, using his fingers to give the same treatment as the other nipple. His leg was still thrown across Elrohir's lap and he could feel the hardness that told him what he was doing did have a positive effect. He used a leg to rub the length a few times to fire up his lover that much more. He felt the deep rumbling of Elrohir's vocalizations through his mouth, still pressed against his chest, and that feeling did more to him then he thought capable.
"Elrohiryou must stop teasing me like thatyour voice" Legolas breathed, moving his mouth away from its possession for only a moment.
Elrohir was shocked, "Me!? I lay here, nearly in pain at the sensations you are invoking and you accuse me of teasing? You need to be punished." Without warning he swung Legolas off of his chest and onto his side and then completed the move by rolling over on top of him.
Legolas smiled in surprise, overjoyed at the current situation. The sight before him sent conflicting thoughts to his mind. The loose hair of the other spilled over Elrohir's shoulders, framing his lovely face in a dark way. But then, upon a longer look, leaves and grass were seen to be poking up all over the place from his stay on the ground. Legolas dismissed that thought with another large smile and grasped at Elrohir's forearms to pull him down to rest against his body.
Elrohir shifted around slightly, wishing his pants weren't hindering the movement of what lay between his legs. Legolas caught this and began to untie the knots that held the other man's pants up. Elrohir returned the favor, shucking him out of his clothes and leaving them both breathing heavily with the sight of each nude.
"Such beauty has only ever been seen when looking upon a God" Elrohir was caught up at the sight before him.
"Come, I wish to mingle with my earthly creatures" Legolas grinned seductively, holding his arms up in an unasked manner hoping to get Elrohir to join him on the forest floor.
Little could have stopped the other man from doing so. As he lay himself down over Legolas he snaked his hand down between their bodies to take Legolas into his hand.
"Elro-!" Legolas cut himself off by biting his lip and throwing his head back, arching his hips further into the other's hand.
Much pleased by the reaction Legolas gave, Elrohir tightened his grip on the pillar of flesh and began to move his hand faster, loving each and every toss this elicited from Legolas.
Elrohir heard a growl come from below him and, before he knew what had happened, he found himself on his back with Legolas sitting with one leg on either side of him. He gave a forceful kiss against Elrohir's lips before shimmying his way down the long body of lover, shuddering when he felt Elrohir's stiffness against his rear. But now was not the time for such an intimate linking, not out in the wide open spaces of Rivendell, so he kept moving down until his cheek brushed against the other man's twitching arousal. Elrohir's expression was one of tense longing. It looked as if he feared what would happen next. It was not so much fearing what would go down but rather what he would feel when Legolas went down.
Legolas gave a dainty lick, keeping his eyes glued to Elrohir's as he blew a soft current of air over the hot flesh. He got a shudder in response and he smiled smugly, giving another small lick, watching for anything to happen. He repeated this a few times before suddenly taking Elrohir's entire length into his mouth.
Elrohir, shocked by the sudden warmth wrapped around him, jerked upright ever so slightly, moaning his appreciation, digging his long fingers into the mossy earth around either side of him. Legolas's mouth was highly skilled in this area of sexual pleasure, as Elrohir and Elladan both knew, and he was quickly being brought to the brink of his sanity, not being able to hold back for much longer.
"Lego-las! OoohLego-las!" He cried, thrusting his hips up into Legolas's waiting mouth.
He blinked a few times, taking deep breaths, and fixed his eyes upon the one he loved so much. He was licking lips, swallowing what was left of the other man's seed, and smiling down at him.
"My dear Legolas" Elrohir sighed, flopping his arms down at his sides, "If you wish to receive your end of the deal you had best get with an arm's length reach of me."
In a hurry to get rid of the aching swelling between his legs, Legolas needed no further bidding and was at Elrohir's side in a matter of a second. He dropped his head down, convincing Elrohir's lips to participate with his in a kiss reserved for this one moment and no other. Legolas began to get so lost in this that he hardly felt Elrohir's hand pulling away from its grip on his hair and moving down his body.
Elrohir noticed Legolas's ignorance and used it to his advantage, becoming giddy as his hand assumed stealth mode. His lips were working furiously to keep up with that of his partner when he gave Legolas a hearty stroke. Legolas cried out into his mouth, making for the most interesting of feelings, and leaned heavily against his hand.
"Elrohir" Legolas pressed his forehead against Elrohir's shoulder and chest as he was slowly being worked. He felt all awareness of anything around him being lost as his focal point became centered on his hardened arousal and the hand that was bringing him so great a pleasure. He was ready to explode, the intensity in which he rocked his body was proof enough for Elrohir, but Legolas kept going.
With a small smile, Elrohir pulled out a trick he and Elladan discovered about the Elf they were so in love with. He began to speak in low, soothing tones.
"Elladan would love to be here watching this Legolashe would be stroking your back right now, kissing your neck, and moving against you in a way that would drive you mad. Your hair would be spread across his stomach as you kissed your way up and down his bodyhe would moan your name"
Out of nowhere, Legolas furiously came, collapsing atop Elrohir and murmuring his name quietly, over and over.
It was a tried trick that seemed to work time and time again. Speaking to Legolas while he was on the receiving end of attention always resulted in the young Prince to reach the edge faster then if it had been silent around him.
"I hate you." Legolas growled, his face hidden beneath deep folds of Elrohir's hair.
The other Elf laughed, "Are you so sure that you hate me? I recall you telling me and dear Elladan that you quite enjoyed that treatment."
"I would suggest you keep quiet or I might just end up biting you." Legolas threatened lovingly.
"But you DO enjoy it, admit it."
Nothing happened for a split second and Elrohir thought he had won.
"OW!" He squealed, pulling back from the blonde Elf lying on top of him. His eyes were huge.
"You had that coming, Lord Elrohir." Legolas had a smirk set deep into his cheeks, feeling quite proud of himself.
Elrohir sighed in amusement, chuckling softly as he stretched languidly and began searching for his clothing.
Legolas already had his pants tied on and his shirt halfway laced up when Elrohir looked up at him next. The Prince had a look of false concern on his face.
"Why Elrohir, whatever is that on your neck? It looks like something has mauled you!" His voice dripped with a taunting sarcasm.
Elrohir felt the welt upon his neck and blushed, "Father will be most displeasedhe'll live."
Legolas laughed heartily, picking up his quiver and bow, leaving the arrows in the tree to be retrieved by a servant. He walked up behind Elrohir, wrapping his arms around his waist as they walked, and began to sing softly of the trees.
"I wonder was Lord Elrond wanted with your brother" Legolas voiced, tilting his head to the side to deposit a small kiss on the nape of his lover's neck.
"I suppose we'll find out, Legolas." Elrohir leaned back into the warm embrace and felt as if he truly belonged to this Elf Prince.
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Look for the next chapter in a day or two. Ta ta!