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"I do not honestly know. He has been sitting there for quite some time. You wish to converse with him?" The servant asked.
"Of course I doI must"
The young Elf bowed respectively, but then held his hands up, "I am not to let anybody pass Master Legolas. Master Elladan requested time to sit and think. He stated that you would understand and let him toil over his thoughts alone."
Legolas pulled back the blood red robe he wore and bared the necklace that spoke of his power and position in Elven society, "I need not exercise my rights to command do I? I must speak with him. He is troubled and you care not, you let him sit and suffer by himself."
The slighter individual would not allow his gaze to meet that of the Prince, but he still held strong, "Princeling, do not make me call to Master Elrond about this. A request from the Lord's son is as if it were a request from the Lord himself."
Legolas smirked, his braided hair pulled away from his patrician face, "Lord Elrond is having a council with Master Elrohir as we speak. You know just as well as I do that they will not tolerate being interrupted. Stand aside and do not make me tell you again!"
Legolas felt upset at having to use that tone of voice, watching the young Elf cower against the wall. He lifted a hand to flick a braid back over his shoulder and watched the servant wince and pull back as if he expected to be struck.
"I would not hit you, out of rage at your disobedience, or otherwise. Why do you pull back?"
When he spoke, the servant's voice shook with emotion, "You are NOT to pass. Please do not anger Master Elladan, I fear not your wrath, only his."
Legolas looked over the grassy knoll to the tree in which his lover sat, stroking the smooth bark. He could not tell if he was singing by sight or by hearing fore the distance was too great. But his posture gave away everything.
"What is this that you speak of? What wrath?" Legolas kept both hands by his side, his voice low and soothing as he moved closer, "Garal? Tell me what it is you talk about."
The servant shook his head stubbornly, keeping his body in front of the door in which Legolas wanted to go through, "I am not to speak of it."
"Speak now! Did Elladan strike you?" Legolas blurted, not sure if he was on target.
No answer was forth coming. Garal hung his head further.
"Whywhat would cause him to strike out at you? You are his most loyal servant. He's immensely fond of you!"
"Fond of me? If he truly cared for me he would not have treated me in such a way!" Garal pressed a shaking hand against the stony wall for support, turning his to avoid Legolas's penetrating stare. In doing so, he bared a stretch of his neck.
"Elberethwhat impassioned him so? He struck you! With what?" Legolas breathed.
"His hand! I was waiting by the Lord Elrond's chamber doors when the Master burst through as though a pack of Orcs were on his tail. He looked most displeased. When I inquired of his troubles he left me with this bruise and strict orders for none to bother him."
Legolas was stunned. Elladanhis Elladan had struck a living creature? The thought would have been impossible to even remotely consider precious moments ago and now, now it was as if he had seen it with his own eyes. It was imperative that he talk to Elladan now but Garal was as loyal as they came and would not budge for anything.
"Garal, I hate to repeat myself but I feel I must do it once more. I must speak with Elladan, stand aside!" He used a commanding tone, pulling himself up straight to dissuade anymore objections from this stubborn Elf.
"I can not Princeling! I fear not you, your demeanor frightens no one. I fear my Master's hand. And that is what I am afraid I will face if I let you by. Do not ask this of me!" He pleaded.
Legolas saw his opening and took it, "I will not ask it of you again. I am telling you that I will speak with Elladan. With your consent or without it. I will speak to him and I promise you he will never lay an unkind hand upon you again. Lord Elrond's words were what drove him to use violence. Have you ever known your Master to hit anybody for any reason?" Garal shook his head, "Then trust my words and let me go to him."
Without another word, the Elf was scampering down the hallway as fast as his legs would carry him, a backward glance was not even spared.
Legolas looked at the distance he would need to cover in order to reach the one he so desired to talk to. In the beginning he had been seeking the Elf for a sexual confrontation to make up for the one he had had to miss earlier that afternoon. But now the situation was far more curious, more unpleasant, and more unpredictable then Legolas had anticipated. A quick look at the sorrowful sun and the sky which promised rain, the Prince felt it best to leave his heavy robe he wore behind. This could easily be solved inside as well as out. He dropped it carelessly onto the stone bench just inside of the door. He felt lighter with the thick garment gone and began to walk briskly to the tree.
To strike a servant is not unheard of. But it IS when speaking of any of Elrond's heirs. What words could Elrond have spoken that would trigger such a violent reaction out of so calm an Elf? How dare he strike GaralElrohir would never do anything of the sort.
Legolas jerked to a halt. Elladan was called in for a discussion by Elrond first and then Elrohir after him. Might they be linked together? And was he next? This gets more complicated and puzzling by the moment. What had started out as a perfect day was now turning into a storming sea of confusing and emotions. He had since started walking again.
Legolas began to look back at times he had felt most uncomfortable around Elrond, hoping to see something that would have made the Lord of Rivendell talk to his sons in such an upsetting manner. It struck him when he was halfway to the tree. Anytime any physical or verbal show of affection Elrond would avert his eyes to something else. He would become quiet and withdrawn. None of them had seen this. In all the long years they spent in Imladris they had never once taken notice of this.
Elladan suddenly spied the stealthily approaching Prince and looked ready to bolt, a childish move that he hadn't used since he in his early hundreds. But instead he planted himself more firmly in the fork of the tree, wedging his body in so his back pressed snugly against the main trunk. He watched his lightly dressed partner for signs of his mood and was dismayed. His posture spoke of tension, his eyes were clouded with dread and confusion, his normally pouty lips dipping into a deep frown. Garal had obviously squealed but Elladan had expected itjust not so soon.
The distance grew short enough for words to be exchanged but neither offered to speak. Elladan ran a weary hand over his eyes, rubbing them so that he might think a little more clearly. Legolas stood at the base of the tree.
"Are you coming down or will you force me to climb up there and sit on your lap?" He called.
Elladan felt a small bit of relief, glad to know that Legolas wasn't too upset, "Do you really feel the need to ask a question that you know the answer to already?"
Legolas smiled sadly and easily made the jump to the lowest branch, pulling his feet up over his head, hooking his legs on the branch he held, and sat up. He blinked as a piece of bark landed near his eye and shook the leaves and dirt from his boots out of his hair.
Elladan smiled fondly. The Elf's seemingly innocent nature was positively alluring but now was not a time to take notice of such things. He wanted to reach out and touch this one person, one of the two that meant all of the world to him, but his father's words echoed in his mind again and he kept his hand down in his lap. He felt ashamed of his previous flirting but pushed that thought out of his mind.
"Oh Elladan, come here." Legolas read the signs of a struggle in his love's eyes and responded accordingly.
Elladan watched as Legolas scooched down the tree towards him, almost flowing down the branch with his poise and grace. His balance never once faltered as he slid himself down to rest in the same fork Elladan rest against, their groins pressed firmly, though not painfully, against each other.
"Lego-las, you are cruel!" Elladan lacked the will power to get up and avoid touching the one he held so dear.
The Prince smiled, "You think I do not know this? I feel not the need to tarry, so do me a favor. Let us skip over the pleasantries and get straight to the point."
"Aye, that sounds very good myvery good Legolas." I must not call him that any longer
"Elladan, what did you father tell you? What would make you hit Garal? Never have I seen you do such a thing before!"
Elladan stared at Legolas, "Never have I seen you be so blunt before, Prince. What my father said is not of your concern. He has yet to speak with you."
Legolas felt a cold fear grip him, "What would he say when he spoke with me? The same he has said to you? And the same that he is undoubtedly saying to Elrohir?"
"Yes."
Legolas imagined the worse possible scenario running through his head, feeling that now wasn't a good time to consider feeling optimistic about anything involving his two lovers. He wasn't so far off.
"Let me know what he said, dear love, so that I might better prepare myself for his words."
Elladan eyed him, pulling his light tunic closer around him as a thick, black cloud blotted out the sun, "I swore to my father that I would not breathe a word of it to either you or Elrohir until he has talked to you both. It is not by my choice that I withhold this from you Legolas, remember that."
A sudden wind whipped Legolas's hair up and behind his head, "This I know,"
The other Elf was captivated by the gorgeous view he had of the Prince and of the sweet sound of his voice, "I can not bear the thought of being without you." He blurted, his eyes stinging with tears.
Legolas froze. His heart, his movements, but not his mind. It raced more quickly then a falcon could dive, all of his thoughts driving towards one single goal: speaking.
Elladan closed his eyes as tightly as he was able, feeling both foolish and ashamed at the same time. Both of these emotions for two reasons. Shame for crying in front of his life-mate and shame for letting his father down. Foolishness for the tears he let drop and also for his inability to hold a secret that meant so much.
"So then it is trueYou father does not approve of us?" Legolas's voice cracked violently as he pulled himself away from Elladan's comforting closeness.
Elladan reached out to stop Legolas from moving away but the lithe creature had already moved out of grabbing distance and resettled himself. He sat precariously on the balls of his feet at the edge of the branch, looking unsure of himself and the situation he was suddenly thrust into.
"Legolasit is not by my own choice. Father will let you know this. Please, come away from the edge of that bough, I do not want to see you fall."
"I fell only once in my lifetime, and it was only my heart. It fell for you and for Elrohir. I let it do this because I knew you would never break it or my trust. I feel that I was wrong if you can not tell me what was said." Legolas gripped a thin vine over his head to keep his balance, his knuckles a deadly white.
Splat. Splat, Splatsplat, splat, splat, splat
The rain that the clouds had been threatening suddenly opened up and began a depressing drizzle over the pastured landscape. The trees' leaves began to dip under the weight of the water, making the peaceful land look sorrowful and tired.
"Do not do this to me Legolas. I love you because you let me be free and let things come to you in due time. Do NOT ask this of me right now!" Elladan slapped his fist against his thigh.
Legolas's hair began to stick to the sides of his face as the drizzle turned to a heavier assault of water, "I do not want to hear the whole truth from your father. He would be uncaring of what he had to say. You know this just as well as Elrohir does. Just as well as I do. Please do not block me out now ElladanI can not stand the thought of you doing that to me."
"You will find out soon enough! My father's opinion of me stands on an edge so thin that if I push to far one way or the other I will be cut off from him forever!"
"I can not wait for that time Elladan! Do not choose between me and your father!"
"It's not about father! It's Elrohir and you-." He cut himself off one moment too late.
Legolas's mouth was open, gaping like a fish out of water, no sound forthcoming. He blinked as if his eyes were on fire, his grip faltering on the vine he held. Elladan jumped forward, sliding across the slick bark, stomach down, and latched a firm grip onto Legolas's wrist. It was at this moment when the Prince was wretched back into reality by Elladan's touch that he had to grab onto something, lest he fall. This realization came a moment too late. Both Elves clawed madly at the water-slicked branch, lurching forward in a vain effort not to fall. Even their Elven abilities with balance and grace could save them not. Together they crashed down into a massive puddle, a tangle of long legs and flailing arms.
Elladan landed atop the slightly smaller Elf and heard the breath driven from his chest upon impact. They slid across the wet earth for a few feet before finally coming to a smooth stop.
Elladan dropped his head down against Legolas's chest, forehead resting on the small area of flesh the Prince's tunic bared, and took a deep breath to calm his already shattered nerves.
"Legolasare you alright?"
When no answer came he opened his eyes and pulled his face up. Blood trickled from a small cut on Legolas's lips, staining his cheeks as the rain dripped dismally atop his face. Legolas was staring into his eyes in so haunting a way that Elladan knew, he knew, that he would never be able to forget it. He squirmed beneath the accusing glare and was about to move when a hand against his lower back stopped him. His eyes closed out of habit and he pushed himself into Legolas's body.
"You see? You still do love me" Legolas murmured, his voice full of hope.
Elladan felt the tears coming again, "I have never stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you." He sighed pitifully, "Father asks of me to choose between the two I love more then life itself. This will not make an Elf as strong as I stop loving either of them. He has all the power in Middle-Earth but that one."
The look on the fair Elf's face could have driven the storm clouds away if it were possible. Elladan wasted no time in closing the space between their lips, not bothering to wipe away the blood from the other's mouth, and felt the familiar warm fire racing through his stomach. Only Elrohir could elicit such a feeling from him. He felt Legolas's arms snake their way up his back, encircling him from behind and pulling so their chests would touch the way their mouths were. He sighed heavily through his nose, tasting the slightly off taste of blood intermixed with saliva as his tongue began licking at Legolas's lower lip.
A pathetic whimper issued from the blonde's soft lips, his groin bumping against Elladan's at a faster and faster rate. Legolas slid his hands up underneath the soft fabric of his lover's tunic to feel the even softer feeling of the other's skin. His hand slid falteringly across the damp surface as he smoothed his fingers around, up and down, over and over until the back of his fingers his the waistband that held his most desired prize.
Elladan drew away from his work on the Prince's mouth to quirk and eyebrow at Legolas. It was one thing for he and Elrohir to be out in a wooded area, where nobody could see their sexual ventures, but here on his father's own front garden was hardly appropriate. But with one side of his brain wanting to listen to his father's long standing rules, the other fought back with the though, 'He is trying to separate all of us. He has this coming to him if he thinks he has the right to do that!' He sat in a frozen sort of limbo, unmoving as Legolas's fingers danced across his back. But then they too stopped. But only for a moment. The Prince gave a firm, sharp squeeze to Elladan's rear end, pulling their crotches into further contact with a sharp yank.
This is what decided Elrond's oldest son. He drove his tongue deeply and furiously into Legolas's mouth, wanting to take in all that he could, lest it be his last time with so intimate an encounter with him.
Legolas was overwhelmed; Elladan's hands were everywhere on his body, but nearly in enough places. He felt the exact same burning need the other Elf did, though his body received such attentions less then seven hours previous. His breath turned from even gasps into erratic, as well as erotic, moans of excitement and desperate need.
He pushed against the one assaulting him, "Elladantake me, nowplease!"
Elladan's world was being turned upside down, as it had so many times before in all of his intimate encounters with every single partner he had ever had, but it had never effected him as much as it did when he was with his two current lovers. And when they used that voice, with that certain sound to it, it was all he could do not to ravage the one beneath him without another thought. His mind was a fog as Legolas's fingers dug into his wet pants and jerked down, taking them clean down his knees in one swipe.
"Mybut aren't we eager" Elladan breathed the words out, his need poking out quite obviously in front of him and into Legolas's openly spread legs.
Elladan pulled himself up and off of the other Elf and finished what the other had started and went so far as pulled his shirt from his wet body. With a snicker he saw Legolas had done the same.
"Behind the tree my love" He stated.
Elladan was feeling ever so slightly self-conscious about his open nudity in his father's gardens and was not surprised to see Legolas even more so. He nodded quickly and sce-daddled behind the cover it provided. Elladan could have laughed at the sorry state in which Legolas looked. He knew he had to look the same but all of his attention was focussed solely on the gorgeous figure thatwas about to maul him.
Elladan laughed as he was tackled into the pillowy soft mud, feeling it squish into his already-wet hair and turn his hot flesh cold. But his laughter died as he saw the seriousness written across Legolas's mud-stained face. He felt his head being mushed further and further into the mud as Legolas added more and more pressure with his mouth. When he felt like he was going to pass out, Elladan finally pushed Legolas off of him and back against the trunk of the tree they so recently fell out of.
"Do you want me to take you or do you want to take me?" He asked him carefully.
Legolas was on his knees in a flash, switching places with Elladan as quickly as he was able. With insistent hands pressing against his chest, the ebony-haired Elf allowed his back to be pressed against the sturdy tree. His arousal was arching high into the air, almost as if stretching to reach for the Elf he so loved. Legolas wasted no time in taking advantage of this. With a hurried rush, he positioned himself so he was poised right above the twitching erection but stopped himself so he was looking right into Elladan's eyes, the window's to his soul, and used his own rain drenched hand to guide the other man's arousal deep into his body, already fully relaxed with this practiced position. Both Elves clenched their eyes shut tight and bit back satisfied moans.
All of the stress, all of the pain, misunderstanding, and confusion were lost in this moment of pure and utter bliss. Elladan finally attached his hands to Legolas's delicate hips and lifted him up, letting gravity pull the light Elf back down.
Elladan finally peeled his eyes open and nearly lost it right then and there. Legolas had his head throw back, panting softly as Elladan's length stroked him in every right way, his body rising and falling to the pace nature set.
"Lego-lasopen your eyes my love."
With a clear struggle, Legolas lifted his lids and forced them to stay open. Just at this moment, Elladan's free hand grasped him and began to work him to the rhythm of their hips.
"AiAI!" Legolas cried out, clenching all of his muscles and burying his rear into Elladan's crotch. His seed was lost among the mud and water, but his cries of passion were not. These were enough to knock Elladan a mile high, launching him into orgasm. His body rocked against Legolas a few more times before he collapsed completely against the tree, pulling Legolas against him. Their breathing eventually went from strained to relaxed and finally, the realization set in that Legolas was sitting atop a boneless Elladan, and they were both sitting in inch deep mud and other various fluids.
"I will not let father take this from us."