Legolas awoke to most intoxicating and addictive thing in the world; The smell of his two lovers. Both were spooned around him to his back, Elladan cupping Elrohir from behind and Elrohir wrapped about Legolas. With the sunshine pouring through the open area aside the wall, it made for the perfect way to wake up and spend one's morning. There was nothing more important or meaningful at the moment then these two Elves and the feelings that he felt for them, and the feeling that they too loved him back. He sighed, shifting slightly lower in Elrohir's arms so he was able to touch that much more skin.
Elrohir stirred, moaning as he tightened his grip on the Elf he held, not willing to let go of the prize so easily. Legolas felt the need of a drink of water, not just a sip, but a good few mouthfuls to replenish himself after the long night of passion he had happily endured. With a sluggish grin pulling gently at his cheeks, he reached around and prodded Elladan lightly in the leg, making him groan and latch tightly onto Elrohir. The younger of the twins quickly transferred his grip from Legolas, who slid unnoticed from the bed, and onto his older brother. Together they snuggled down on the bed and resumed their meditative slumber.
Elrohir had many robes in his wardrobe closet and Legolas felt that a light pullover tunic with a sash at the waist would be appropriate to sneak into the other room, the only part of the bedroom where servants were allowed to go, and fetch some water.
With a final casting glance over his shoulder to ensure the sleeping state of the twins, he opened one of the doors into the next room and pressed it so it was closed. When he turned around, a large smile adorned his ethereal face. The servants must have heard all of the noise they had been making throughout the night. A large buffet of cold foods was laid out on breakfast platters, begging to be picked at. What an assortment to choose from! Surely they didn't deserve all of this, it was only one night! Legolas was so caught up in his surprise that he failed to notice the door open. But when he did, he jerked his head to the side in time to catch one of the servants holding a jug of some liquid, nearly spilling it all over herself in her fright.
"I am sorry! I did not know the servants were still coming in, I shall take my leave."
The young woman looked confused, "What are you doing here?"
Legolas stopped in his tracks, "There is always water in this chamber and I came in to take a pitcher back into our room with me."
She looked troubled, almost angry at him, "Forgive my rudeness Master Legolas." She firmly planted the container of cold raspberry tea down on the table before him and left in a flurry of shuffling feet and swooshing fabric.
"Whatever was that all about?" He questioned himself. He chose not to worry about it at the moment, the enticing smell of the tea became too much for him. He found a small mug-like goblet and poured himself a large drought, emptying it down the back of his throat. Legolas wiped his lips, knowing they would be stained a slight purple-red for the duration of the morning. He chuckled, hoping to do that to certain parts of the twins' body before the dawn passed. He brought a jug of ice cold water back with him through the doors and set it down across the room. He was mildly surprised when he felt hair being brushed away from the nape of his neck, allowing room for a small kiss to be placed there. He leaned his head forward to make access all the more easy for whichever Elf was pleasuring him and took a deep breath.
"Would you like something to eat, or would you rather just keep going..." Legolas teased.
Elladan licked his shoulder blade, the one he bared with a simple flick of his wrist to toss the fabric aside, and began to nibble softly at the flesh that was presented. Legolas held himself still, not daring to utter a sound, lest this treatment be stopped. Elladan's hands danced down his body, reaching under the delicate folds of his robe, and brushing his rear with feathery soft touches.
"Food...not my body. FOOD my dear Elladan." Legolas said in a breathy moan.
Elladan stopped his administrations immediately, "Elladan hasn't been touching you..." The voice sounded amused.
Legolas spun on his heel, ready to apologize for a mistake he hadn't made in years, when he was greeted with a smart aleck grin from the very twin he knew it to be in the first place, "Elladan...I would beat you to a bloody stump if I didn't love you."
Elladan smirked, running his fingers over Legolas's lips, "I am sure you would. Now what was this about food my love?"
Legolas pulled him along as he began walking back the way he came, but instead of bringing him along, he shoved the surprised Elf onto the bed with strength that would have shocked a Human. He laughed at the man's shocked face and indignant laughter as he cosied back up to his brother.
He stole back into the room as stealthily as he could, not wanting to be caught by the uptight servant woman again, and piled an assortment of fruits, jellies, and breads onto a tray, and scurried back the way he came. The twins were sitting obediently on the edge of the large canopy bed, looking identical but each wearing an entirely different attitude on their shoulders. Legolas gave them a warm, loving smile and carefully balanced the tray as he crawled to the center of the mattress.
"A breakfast fit for a king!" Elrohir exclaimed, partially serious and partially sarcastic.
"We have done nothing to deserve this sort of treatment. Father is not so noble that he doesn't require us to come and fetch our own food." Elladan added.
Legolas could only nod. This was quite out of the ordinary. But he was one to make the best of the moment, he picked up a delicate loaf of bread, bite sized, and spreading a generous amount of jam over the top, he neatly depositing it in his mouth. For the next ten minutes the twins followed his example until the tray was emptied of all of the bread and most of the jelly. There were several different fruits, sliced to perfection and dripping in sugared syrup. These were saved for last, to be savored in the slowest way to let the taste last longer.
As Elrohir was lifting one of the sticky morsels to his mouth, a large glob of the thick liquid dripped off of the edge and slid down his chest. He made a grimace and was about to wipe it off, having missed the look passed between Legolas and Elladan, when his sticky hands were caught by the wrist. He looked up, already knowing what was going on, and smiled in the dirtiest manner as Elladan bent down and ran his pink tongue down his chest, licking up the long trail. He went up and down a few more times, just to be sure he had gotten what he wanted out of the whole deal, and then leaned in, his hair a dark curtain to veil his actions from Legolas, and engaged in a kiss with his brother and lover. With little struggle, Elrohir pulled his previously trapped hands free and dug his fingers into the indents Elladan's ribs made, pulling his brother up atop him.
Elrohir's leg came dangerously close to knocking the sugary fruit syrup all over the bed but Legolas's swiftness saved them from disaster just in time. He set the tray on the floor, slightly under the edge of the bed, but chose to put the fruit on the stand right next to the bed, just incase...
He turned back and grew lightheaded and aroused with what he saw.
Elrohir and Elladan had switched positions, with Elrohir resting comfortably atop Elladan, between his spread legs, and giving savage licks and firm love bites to his neck. Elladan looked as if he were overwhelmed and that he hadn't a clue as to what he was supposed to do. Legolas dove right in to "save" him from his position. As carefully as he could he crawled up beside the two, planting his hands on the back of Elrohir's shoulders, and running them down his back, all the way down to the backs of his thighs. His actions stopped promptly and Elladan looked like he may have dropped down a level, his head hitting the pillow softly.
"Lego-las, I nearly had him..." Elrohir ground his teeth in mock annoyance.
"My hero!" Elladan blurted fatuously from his spot beneath the two men.
He got two stares for his efforts and closed his mouth, smiling smugly from his spot.
Their lovemaking began anew, Legolas taking part just as much as Elladan and Elrohir. With these two his passion never seemed to be dampered, by anything. All those long years with them felt as though they were still the first beginnings of their relationship. He was about to dive in whole-heartedly when a knock sounded at the door of their chambers.
All three were breathless and quite aroused, not sure what they should do in this case. Elladan and Legolas both turned in time with each other to stare at Elrohir. It was his room after all, it was only natural for him to answer a beckoning at his door. He gave an exasperated sigh and ripped the robe from Legolas's shoulders and tied it around himself as he left the room. Elladan and Legolas turned to each other and grinned.
With a gentle push, Legolas forced Elladan to lie back against the mattress. Legolas traced the outline of his body with a silky finger, every contour he ran across received attention, some more so then others. He lay his entire upper torso against Elladan's bare chest and breathed heavily with the new sensation. Legolas nudged the top of his head against Elladan's chin, to get better access to the tender flesh there, worrying a small section of it with his teeth. His hand snaked down Elladan's body, ready to grasp the vieny pillar of flesh that he so desired, when Elrohir made his reentrance.
He wasted no time, "Legolas...Lord Elrond wishes a word with you, at once."
Legolas's stomach dropped, as did his expression. Every bit of excitement he had felt racing through his veins was lost and his demeanor suddenly looked like that of a puppy about to be punished. His body turned cold as he nodded resolutely. They knew that he would be getting talked to, they just hadn't thought it would be this early into the new day.
"Elrohir, how did they know I would be here?" Legolas's voice was shaky, unstable.
"They tried to summon you from your chambers, but you weren't there. They tried Elladan's room but we weren't there either. They came here bearing news that father is outraged with us...but he must talk to you before he deals with us all." Elrohir answered him.
"But why all of the food in the outer chamber? I have never seen that done in all our long years here." Legolas stated.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks, speaking through their eyes and expressions. Both came up with the same answer:
"Perhaps you should ask father when you speak with him?" This spoken by Elladan.
The young Prince finally stopped the quaking of his knees to the point of being able to stand without risk of falling over or stumbling. He shuffled to Elrohir's closet, not looking at what he grabbed, and brought the robe, leggings, and tunic over to the bed to dress himself in. He pulled listlessly at the laces at the throat of the shirt, trying to remove a small knot that his bumbling fingers couldn't quite catch onto. With a yell, he flung the thing across the room, the heavy fabric sending it quite a distance. The twins stood in shocked silence, but not unmoving for long.
"Legolas, love...we mustn't let him effect us this way. We are strong. We know we love each other and we wish not to be broken apart. Listen to father's words but do not let them touch you or your mind. You are strong, stronger then either of us, and know that he will try to bend his words around you to fool you. Do not fear him...and know that we love you." Elladan had a firm grip on his hands the whole speech through, occasionally running his fingers over Legolas's cheeks and through his hair.
Legolas bit back a small cry, leaning forward to gently brush his lips against the Elf's mouth that held his hands. It was just a caress, one that showed his appreciation for the words that would later give him strength when he need it the most.
"My life would be far too dull and colorless without you two in it...thank you for your words Elladan."
Elrohir approached now, holding the tunic, knot-free, in his hands, "Arms up." He ordered.
Legolas smiled, remembering similar orders from his dam when he was just a child, and put his limbs up over his head, closing his eyes when eh fabric brushed against his face. He felt hands tying the laces at his neck and waist as he smoothed his hair back down into place with careful strokes. With two pairs of hands on his body, doting over him, it made Legolas feel as though he were the most important person in the world to these two. And he was.
He closed his eyes, feeling hands smooth up over his calves as his trousers were pushed up his legs. He sighed contentedly as he was stroked and petted, fawned over, and fussed with. His hair was brushed and pulled back, his clothes were smoothly on, not a wrinkle in sight, and his boots were strapped to his legs perfectly. A peck on each cheek from two different pairs of lips allowed him to finally open his eyes. He looked down and smiled at the transformation in himself. His confidence was boosted significantly and he felt as though Elrond was the least of his worries.
Legolas held his hands out, Elrohir and Elladan each taking one, and pulling him to his feet, "Thank you my loves. I guess I should ask one more thing of you."
"What is it? Whatever you wish, it is yours..." Elrohir murmured.
"A well wishing of luck..." Legolas nervously stowed a braid behind his ear.
The twins smiled sadly at their lover, Elrohir stating, "It will not be so bad...we lived through his lecture...perhaps you will too. Good luck either way my dearest. You had best be off, being late is not something father is agreeable to." Elladan nodded and kissed Legolas one more time, escorting him to the door.
With a final look behind him, Legolas struck off down the hallway.
By Elbereth...where did all of my courage go? I feel as though it is still back down the corridor. Breathe Legolas, use your mind, and you will be fine.
As he passed through one hall to the next, he could hear many a harsh whispers from the ruder of the citizens. Most of them held the names of he and his lovers' in more then just curiosity, but strangely enough, in mild contempt. Legolas held his head high, in spite of their uncouth ways, and marched with a sense of strength that he wished he could feel within himself as well.
So I have displeased their Lord with my ways...they were once happy for us, when Lord Elrond was happy. Now that he is upset, they choose the way of sheep...glass-eyed and only there to follow one another. If this is what I missed by living in Mirkwood for so long, then I missed nothing at all.
He turned a final corner with this last thought and there stood the Lord of Rivendell himself, at the door to his chambers with three young servants, one of whom he had seen earlier in Elrohir's chambers. He felt a stab of betrayal in his mind before he brushed it off. No bother, she wasn't worth his time if she was going to behave that way.
"Princeling, you join me at last. We have some talking to you, as you no doubt have guessed. This way." Elrond held his hand up and swung in inwards to indicate his more private spaces.
Legolas shot the accused servant a glare, his icy blue eyes boring into her green ones and she was the first to lower her head. Legolas passed her by without a second though. His robes flowed regally behind him as he followed the father of his loves. He noted with a sense of bitterness that he was never once looked back upon or acknowledged as they passed through Elrond's extensive chambers. Finally, Elrond's innermost room, his bedroom, where a small fire was going, more as a calming influence rather then for the unneeded heat, and a pitcher of wine and several goblets.
"Seat yourself Legolas, and let us have a chat." Elrond sounded cool, collected. No wonder...he had had practice with two previous people before him.
"What is it you wish to speak to me about, my Lord?"
Elrond measured his expression up, considering the words and how seriously he needed to take them, "I feel that you know already for the most part, so I shall not pretend to exchange pleasantries. It concerns you and my sons and what it is you are planning to do with them."
A moment of silence passed between them, Legolas blushing slightly when he realized that the last statement was more of a question then otherwise, "I plan to love them, for as long as I am able."
Elrond gave him a steady look, "And what of your living arrangements? I know that Thranduil is not entirely agreeable to your relation to my sons. Is that why you stay here, because you know that I give my acceptance?"
Legolas nodded slightly, "And for that Lord, I am greatly in your debt. Up until the last couple of days you were as another father to me, I looked to you for any guidance that I needed, whether it be a problem between Elladan, Elrohir, and I, or anything else."
Elrond had a warm look in his eyes, a welcoming one, "And you have been another son to me Legolas, and still are. But there are certain problems with the relationship you and my heirs have. And this has weighed greatly on my mind."
Legolas felt this stomach bunch up into a knot, ready for a mental blow that would strike him down, "And what would those be, Lord Elrond?"
The Lord of Rivendell grunted, most un-Elf like, and sat a little straighter to poor wine into the fancy cups. He handed one to Legolas and sipped on his own, "The ruling of Imladris for one."
Legolas felt his brows connect, "Begging your forgiveness, but what of it?"
Elrond looked out upon the gardens that Legolas and Elladan had romped through the day before and sighed deeply, "I wish not to stay here forever, Legolas. I have heard the sea and it wishes to call me back to its arms. Celebrian awaits me in Gray Haven, and I do not want to be separated from her for another age."
The blonde wood-elf sat in a severe case of confusion, waiting for Elrond to continue and give him understanding.
"I supposed I should stop babbling and reach my point young Prince. Only two can rule Rivendell. A mated pair or a single Elf who has already produced an heir. Elladan, Elrohir, and you are neither. So there is my problem and yours also."
Legolas's eyes flitted from side to side as he tried to fend off the growing panic, but then a thought came to him, "What of Lady Arwen? Surely she could-."
Elrond held his hand up, "You assume that I have not thought through this thoroughly. You are wrong. For the passed eight or nine seasons I have been thinking, frowning every moment I saw you and my sons enjoying yourselves together, knowing that I would have to destroy that for my own greed. This is a greed I feel that I deserve. I wish to be with my wife, but my sons' happiness and your own means a great deal to me. Arwen is not a possibility. She wishes to wed Aragorn...and he has already told me that he desires to not rule Rivendell, but to roam until he has found his calling."
"And Lady Arwen would let him do this?"
"It is out of love that she lets him roam free Legolas. She does not want to pin his wings, to take away his freedom of a lifestyle he has lived for nearly his whole life. Would you do that to Elladan or Elrohir?"
"You know I would not."
Elrond took a long sip from his cup, "Then you see why she can not ask Aragorn to rule this place with her. They have yet to wed, on top of this."
Legolas bobbed his head up and down in silent understanding, fearing that his voice would fail if he tried to use it.
"I hate to put you in a spot as difficult as this, but for my sake and the sake of Imladris, I have to."
Legolas's breathing began to escalate, "You needn't do this to us...tis only a foolish tradition that binds you to make this decision!"
Elrond cocked an eyebrow, Legolas didn't know for what emotion, but it made him uncomfortable all the same, "
"That 'foolish tradition' is what has kept Rivendell from failing, like other places similar to it. Think about you say young Prince...speak after."
"I wish not to be insulted Lord Elrond, what is it you would ask of me to do?"
The Lord looked back to the gardens to calm his swirling mind, to compose his thoughts, "I want you three to choose who will stay and who will find a new mate. Only two can rule this place, no more. I want an answer soon Legolas..."
"You ask the world of us! You ask us to throwaway a third of our souls in doing this! To take us away from one another would be to break us! You can not ask this of us. What if we refused? All three of us?"
"Then I would call you children. Children run from problems that need to be solved instead of facing them and having them resolved. I would be deeply upset that you would take away the chance to see my Celebrian at last, something I have earned many times over."
"You spent many centuries with her, more then a millennia! Elladan and Elrohir have not been with me for even a half-century. You are being selfish. You know of love and how deep it spears your heart...you ask the impossible." He had taken to stalking the area around his chair, occasionally pounding against the back in emphasis.
Elrond buried his face in his hands, rubbing briskly to clear away tension, "Trust me, I would not ask this of you unless I had poured over every other solution first. And I have and this is the only one left."
"It is not! There must be another! There is another Elrond! You are just too blind to see it! There are two that I see as plane as day! You are being selfish! All these years and you're being selfish! It would not kill you to stay here for just that much more longer!"
"You do not understand Legolas-."
"I DO! You are a greedy Lord! You wish to have power! Power over Elladan and Elrohir! And me! Perhaps that is the true reason Celebrian left Middle-Earth!" His emotions made him irrational, harsh and wanting to hurt Elrond for the hurt he was bestowing against him.
Elrond was on his feet in an instant, his eyes a blazing fire of rage and barely controlled fury, "Speak only what you know of Lego-las! Harsh words against a woman you never knew are unwise and ill found! I understand your anger but you have no right to say things as you did!"
Legolas stalked up to him, "Then drop your pointless tradition. We both would get what we wanted." He stabbed Elrond in the chest with a finger, "I get to keep the men I love more then life itself, Rivendell gets its new Lords, and you go to the Gray Havens with your Celebrian."
Elrond's eye twitched, "If it were so simple I would do it. There are more complicated things in this matter then simply your happiness." He was nose to nose with the Prince now, his eyes ablaze.
"You know nothing of my life and what I had to live through before I found the love of your sons. They have kept me safe and able to live on. It is not one or the other that does this for me, it is both. If they would rule Rivendell as a mated pair without me, then so be it. I would find a swift way to end my life and become just a whisper of a memory on Middle-Earth. I will not be without one or the other...I would be with both and I would not let you stop us from being together."
Elrond's temper and reason was far beyond rational at this point. Legolas had give far more of a struggle then his two sons had, if only for the reason that they had no idea what to expect from him and were in a state of shock. Legolas had had a good solid day to think things over and sharpen his tongue for the battle he knew would be coming, "My sons would honor my orders as a father and their Lord if I asked them to choose. They would do this or they would no longer be my sons." Elrond sounded as if he didn't doubt that they would listen to him and he felt even surer that he had bested Legolas.
He was wrong.
"If they feel as I do, then you have just lost your sons."
Elrohir stirred, moaning as he tightened his grip on the Elf he held, not willing to let go of the prize so easily. Legolas felt the need of a drink of water, not just a sip, but a good few mouthfuls to replenish himself after the long night of passion he had happily endured. With a sluggish grin pulling gently at his cheeks, he reached around and prodded Elladan lightly in the leg, making him groan and latch tightly onto Elrohir. The younger of the twins quickly transferred his grip from Legolas, who slid unnoticed from the bed, and onto his older brother. Together they snuggled down on the bed and resumed their meditative slumber.
Elrohir had many robes in his wardrobe closet and Legolas felt that a light pullover tunic with a sash at the waist would be appropriate to sneak into the other room, the only part of the bedroom where servants were allowed to go, and fetch some water.
With a final casting glance over his shoulder to ensure the sleeping state of the twins, he opened one of the doors into the next room and pressed it so it was closed. When he turned around, a large smile adorned his ethereal face. The servants must have heard all of the noise they had been making throughout the night. A large buffet of cold foods was laid out on breakfast platters, begging to be picked at. What an assortment to choose from! Surely they didn't deserve all of this, it was only one night! Legolas was so caught up in his surprise that he failed to notice the door open. But when he did, he jerked his head to the side in time to catch one of the servants holding a jug of some liquid, nearly spilling it all over herself in her fright.
"I am sorry! I did not know the servants were still coming in, I shall take my leave."
The young woman looked confused, "What are you doing here?"
Legolas stopped in his tracks, "There is always water in this chamber and I came in to take a pitcher back into our room with me."
She looked troubled, almost angry at him, "Forgive my rudeness Master Legolas." She firmly planted the container of cold raspberry tea down on the table before him and left in a flurry of shuffling feet and swooshing fabric.
"Whatever was that all about?" He questioned himself. He chose not to worry about it at the moment, the enticing smell of the tea became too much for him. He found a small mug-like goblet and poured himself a large drought, emptying it down the back of his throat. Legolas wiped his lips, knowing they would be stained a slight purple-red for the duration of the morning. He chuckled, hoping to do that to certain parts of the twins' body before the dawn passed. He brought a jug of ice cold water back with him through the doors and set it down across the room. He was mildly surprised when he felt hair being brushed away from the nape of his neck, allowing room for a small kiss to be placed there. He leaned his head forward to make access all the more easy for whichever Elf was pleasuring him and took a deep breath.
"Would you like something to eat, or would you rather just keep going..." Legolas teased.
Elladan licked his shoulder blade, the one he bared with a simple flick of his wrist to toss the fabric aside, and began to nibble softly at the flesh that was presented. Legolas held himself still, not daring to utter a sound, lest this treatment be stopped. Elladan's hands danced down his body, reaching under the delicate folds of his robe, and brushing his rear with feathery soft touches.
"Food...not my body. FOOD my dear Elladan." Legolas said in a breathy moan.
Elladan stopped his administrations immediately, "Elladan hasn't been touching you..." The voice sounded amused.
Legolas spun on his heel, ready to apologize for a mistake he hadn't made in years, when he was greeted with a smart aleck grin from the very twin he knew it to be in the first place, "Elladan...I would beat you to a bloody stump if I didn't love you."
Elladan smirked, running his fingers over Legolas's lips, "I am sure you would. Now what was this about food my love?"
Legolas pulled him along as he began walking back the way he came, but instead of bringing him along, he shoved the surprised Elf onto the bed with strength that would have shocked a Human. He laughed at the man's shocked face and indignant laughter as he cosied back up to his brother.
He stole back into the room as stealthily as he could, not wanting to be caught by the uptight servant woman again, and piled an assortment of fruits, jellies, and breads onto a tray, and scurried back the way he came. The twins were sitting obediently on the edge of the large canopy bed, looking identical but each wearing an entirely different attitude on their shoulders. Legolas gave them a warm, loving smile and carefully balanced the tray as he crawled to the center of the mattress.
"A breakfast fit for a king!" Elrohir exclaimed, partially serious and partially sarcastic.
"We have done nothing to deserve this sort of treatment. Father is not so noble that he doesn't require us to come and fetch our own food." Elladan added.
Legolas could only nod. This was quite out of the ordinary. But he was one to make the best of the moment, he picked up a delicate loaf of bread, bite sized, and spreading a generous amount of jam over the top, he neatly depositing it in his mouth. For the next ten minutes the twins followed his example until the tray was emptied of all of the bread and most of the jelly. There were several different fruits, sliced to perfection and dripping in sugared syrup. These were saved for last, to be savored in the slowest way to let the taste last longer.
As Elrohir was lifting one of the sticky morsels to his mouth, a large glob of the thick liquid dripped off of the edge and slid down his chest. He made a grimace and was about to wipe it off, having missed the look passed between Legolas and Elladan, when his sticky hands were caught by the wrist. He looked up, already knowing what was going on, and smiled in the dirtiest manner as Elladan bent down and ran his pink tongue down his chest, licking up the long trail. He went up and down a few more times, just to be sure he had gotten what he wanted out of the whole deal, and then leaned in, his hair a dark curtain to veil his actions from Legolas, and engaged in a kiss with his brother and lover. With little struggle, Elrohir pulled his previously trapped hands free and dug his fingers into the indents Elladan's ribs made, pulling his brother up atop him.
Elrohir's leg came dangerously close to knocking the sugary fruit syrup all over the bed but Legolas's swiftness saved them from disaster just in time. He set the tray on the floor, slightly under the edge of the bed, but chose to put the fruit on the stand right next to the bed, just incase...
He turned back and grew lightheaded and aroused with what he saw.
Elrohir and Elladan had switched positions, with Elrohir resting comfortably atop Elladan, between his spread legs, and giving savage licks and firm love bites to his neck. Elladan looked as if he were overwhelmed and that he hadn't a clue as to what he was supposed to do. Legolas dove right in to "save" him from his position. As carefully as he could he crawled up beside the two, planting his hands on the back of Elrohir's shoulders, and running them down his back, all the way down to the backs of his thighs. His actions stopped promptly and Elladan looked like he may have dropped down a level, his head hitting the pillow softly.
"Lego-las, I nearly had him..." Elrohir ground his teeth in mock annoyance.
"My hero!" Elladan blurted fatuously from his spot beneath the two men.
He got two stares for his efforts and closed his mouth, smiling smugly from his spot.
Their lovemaking began anew, Legolas taking part just as much as Elladan and Elrohir. With these two his passion never seemed to be dampered, by anything. All those long years with them felt as though they were still the first beginnings of their relationship. He was about to dive in whole-heartedly when a knock sounded at the door of their chambers.
All three were breathless and quite aroused, not sure what they should do in this case. Elladan and Legolas both turned in time with each other to stare at Elrohir. It was his room after all, it was only natural for him to answer a beckoning at his door. He gave an exasperated sigh and ripped the robe from Legolas's shoulders and tied it around himself as he left the room. Elladan and Legolas turned to each other and grinned.
With a gentle push, Legolas forced Elladan to lie back against the mattress. Legolas traced the outline of his body with a silky finger, every contour he ran across received attention, some more so then others. He lay his entire upper torso against Elladan's bare chest and breathed heavily with the new sensation. Legolas nudged the top of his head against Elladan's chin, to get better access to the tender flesh there, worrying a small section of it with his teeth. His hand snaked down Elladan's body, ready to grasp the vieny pillar of flesh that he so desired, when Elrohir made his reentrance.
He wasted no time, "Legolas...Lord Elrond wishes a word with you, at once."
Legolas's stomach dropped, as did his expression. Every bit of excitement he had felt racing through his veins was lost and his demeanor suddenly looked like that of a puppy about to be punished. His body turned cold as he nodded resolutely. They knew that he would be getting talked to, they just hadn't thought it would be this early into the new day.
"Elrohir, how did they know I would be here?" Legolas's voice was shaky, unstable.
"They tried to summon you from your chambers, but you weren't there. They tried Elladan's room but we weren't there either. They came here bearing news that father is outraged with us...but he must talk to you before he deals with us all." Elrohir answered him.
"But why all of the food in the outer chamber? I have never seen that done in all our long years here." Legolas stated.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged looks, speaking through their eyes and expressions. Both came up with the same answer:
"Perhaps you should ask father when you speak with him?" This spoken by Elladan.
The young Prince finally stopped the quaking of his knees to the point of being able to stand without risk of falling over or stumbling. He shuffled to Elrohir's closet, not looking at what he grabbed, and brought the robe, leggings, and tunic over to the bed to dress himself in. He pulled listlessly at the laces at the throat of the shirt, trying to remove a small knot that his bumbling fingers couldn't quite catch onto. With a yell, he flung the thing across the room, the heavy fabric sending it quite a distance. The twins stood in shocked silence, but not unmoving for long.
"Legolas, love...we mustn't let him effect us this way. We are strong. We know we love each other and we wish not to be broken apart. Listen to father's words but do not let them touch you or your mind. You are strong, stronger then either of us, and know that he will try to bend his words around you to fool you. Do not fear him...and know that we love you." Elladan had a firm grip on his hands the whole speech through, occasionally running his fingers over Legolas's cheeks and through his hair.
Legolas bit back a small cry, leaning forward to gently brush his lips against the Elf's mouth that held his hands. It was just a caress, one that showed his appreciation for the words that would later give him strength when he need it the most.
"My life would be far too dull and colorless without you two in it...thank you for your words Elladan."
Elrohir approached now, holding the tunic, knot-free, in his hands, "Arms up." He ordered.
Legolas smiled, remembering similar orders from his dam when he was just a child, and put his limbs up over his head, closing his eyes when eh fabric brushed against his face. He felt hands tying the laces at his neck and waist as he smoothed his hair back down into place with careful strokes. With two pairs of hands on his body, doting over him, it made Legolas feel as though he were the most important person in the world to these two. And he was.
He closed his eyes, feeling hands smooth up over his calves as his trousers were pushed up his legs. He sighed contentedly as he was stroked and petted, fawned over, and fussed with. His hair was brushed and pulled back, his clothes were smoothly on, not a wrinkle in sight, and his boots were strapped to his legs perfectly. A peck on each cheek from two different pairs of lips allowed him to finally open his eyes. He looked down and smiled at the transformation in himself. His confidence was boosted significantly and he felt as though Elrond was the least of his worries.
Legolas held his hands out, Elrohir and Elladan each taking one, and pulling him to his feet, "Thank you my loves. I guess I should ask one more thing of you."
"What is it? Whatever you wish, it is yours..." Elrohir murmured.
"A well wishing of luck..." Legolas nervously stowed a braid behind his ear.
The twins smiled sadly at their lover, Elrohir stating, "It will not be so bad...we lived through his lecture...perhaps you will too. Good luck either way my dearest. You had best be off, being late is not something father is agreeable to." Elladan nodded and kissed Legolas one more time, escorting him to the door.
With a final look behind him, Legolas struck off down the hallway.
By Elbereth...where did all of my courage go? I feel as though it is still back down the corridor. Breathe Legolas, use your mind, and you will be fine.
As he passed through one hall to the next, he could hear many a harsh whispers from the ruder of the citizens. Most of them held the names of he and his lovers' in more then just curiosity, but strangely enough, in mild contempt. Legolas held his head high, in spite of their uncouth ways, and marched with a sense of strength that he wished he could feel within himself as well.
So I have displeased their Lord with my ways...they were once happy for us, when Lord Elrond was happy. Now that he is upset, they choose the way of sheep...glass-eyed and only there to follow one another. If this is what I missed by living in Mirkwood for so long, then I missed nothing at all.
He turned a final corner with this last thought and there stood the Lord of Rivendell himself, at the door to his chambers with three young servants, one of whom he had seen earlier in Elrohir's chambers. He felt a stab of betrayal in his mind before he brushed it off. No bother, she wasn't worth his time if she was going to behave that way.
"Princeling, you join me at last. We have some talking to you, as you no doubt have guessed. This way." Elrond held his hand up and swung in inwards to indicate his more private spaces.
Legolas shot the accused servant a glare, his icy blue eyes boring into her green ones and she was the first to lower her head. Legolas passed her by without a second though. His robes flowed regally behind him as he followed the father of his loves. He noted with a sense of bitterness that he was never once looked back upon or acknowledged as they passed through Elrond's extensive chambers. Finally, Elrond's innermost room, his bedroom, where a small fire was going, more as a calming influence rather then for the unneeded heat, and a pitcher of wine and several goblets.
"Seat yourself Legolas, and let us have a chat." Elrond sounded cool, collected. No wonder...he had had practice with two previous people before him.
"What is it you wish to speak to me about, my Lord?"
Elrond measured his expression up, considering the words and how seriously he needed to take them, "I feel that you know already for the most part, so I shall not pretend to exchange pleasantries. It concerns you and my sons and what it is you are planning to do with them."
A moment of silence passed between them, Legolas blushing slightly when he realized that the last statement was more of a question then otherwise, "I plan to love them, for as long as I am able."
Elrond gave him a steady look, "And what of your living arrangements? I know that Thranduil is not entirely agreeable to your relation to my sons. Is that why you stay here, because you know that I give my acceptance?"
Legolas nodded slightly, "And for that Lord, I am greatly in your debt. Up until the last couple of days you were as another father to me, I looked to you for any guidance that I needed, whether it be a problem between Elladan, Elrohir, and I, or anything else."
Elrond had a warm look in his eyes, a welcoming one, "And you have been another son to me Legolas, and still are. But there are certain problems with the relationship you and my heirs have. And this has weighed greatly on my mind."
Legolas felt this stomach bunch up into a knot, ready for a mental blow that would strike him down, "And what would those be, Lord Elrond?"
The Lord of Rivendell grunted, most un-Elf like, and sat a little straighter to poor wine into the fancy cups. He handed one to Legolas and sipped on his own, "The ruling of Imladris for one."
Legolas felt his brows connect, "Begging your forgiveness, but what of it?"
Elrond looked out upon the gardens that Legolas and Elladan had romped through the day before and sighed deeply, "I wish not to stay here forever, Legolas. I have heard the sea and it wishes to call me back to its arms. Celebrian awaits me in Gray Haven, and I do not want to be separated from her for another age."
The blonde wood-elf sat in a severe case of confusion, waiting for Elrond to continue and give him understanding.
"I supposed I should stop babbling and reach my point young Prince. Only two can rule Rivendell. A mated pair or a single Elf who has already produced an heir. Elladan, Elrohir, and you are neither. So there is my problem and yours also."
Legolas's eyes flitted from side to side as he tried to fend off the growing panic, but then a thought came to him, "What of Lady Arwen? Surely she could-."
Elrond held his hand up, "You assume that I have not thought through this thoroughly. You are wrong. For the passed eight or nine seasons I have been thinking, frowning every moment I saw you and my sons enjoying yourselves together, knowing that I would have to destroy that for my own greed. This is a greed I feel that I deserve. I wish to be with my wife, but my sons' happiness and your own means a great deal to me. Arwen is not a possibility. She wishes to wed Aragorn...and he has already told me that he desires to not rule Rivendell, but to roam until he has found his calling."
"And Lady Arwen would let him do this?"
"It is out of love that she lets him roam free Legolas. She does not want to pin his wings, to take away his freedom of a lifestyle he has lived for nearly his whole life. Would you do that to Elladan or Elrohir?"
"You know I would not."
Elrond took a long sip from his cup, "Then you see why she can not ask Aragorn to rule this place with her. They have yet to wed, on top of this."
Legolas bobbed his head up and down in silent understanding, fearing that his voice would fail if he tried to use it.
"I hate to put you in a spot as difficult as this, but for my sake and the sake of Imladris, I have to."
Legolas's breathing began to escalate, "You needn't do this to us...tis only a foolish tradition that binds you to make this decision!"
Elrond cocked an eyebrow, Legolas didn't know for what emotion, but it made him uncomfortable all the same, "
"That 'foolish tradition' is what has kept Rivendell from failing, like other places similar to it. Think about you say young Prince...speak after."
"I wish not to be insulted Lord Elrond, what is it you would ask of me to do?"
The Lord looked back to the gardens to calm his swirling mind, to compose his thoughts, "I want you three to choose who will stay and who will find a new mate. Only two can rule this place, no more. I want an answer soon Legolas..."
"You ask the world of us! You ask us to throwaway a third of our souls in doing this! To take us away from one another would be to break us! You can not ask this of us. What if we refused? All three of us?"
"Then I would call you children. Children run from problems that need to be solved instead of facing them and having them resolved. I would be deeply upset that you would take away the chance to see my Celebrian at last, something I have earned many times over."
"You spent many centuries with her, more then a millennia! Elladan and Elrohir have not been with me for even a half-century. You are being selfish. You know of love and how deep it spears your heart...you ask the impossible." He had taken to stalking the area around his chair, occasionally pounding against the back in emphasis.
Elrond buried his face in his hands, rubbing briskly to clear away tension, "Trust me, I would not ask this of you unless I had poured over every other solution first. And I have and this is the only one left."
"It is not! There must be another! There is another Elrond! You are just too blind to see it! There are two that I see as plane as day! You are being selfish! All these years and you're being selfish! It would not kill you to stay here for just that much more longer!"
"You do not understand Legolas-."
"I DO! You are a greedy Lord! You wish to have power! Power over Elladan and Elrohir! And me! Perhaps that is the true reason Celebrian left Middle-Earth!" His emotions made him irrational, harsh and wanting to hurt Elrond for the hurt he was bestowing against him.
Elrond was on his feet in an instant, his eyes a blazing fire of rage and barely controlled fury, "Speak only what you know of Lego-las! Harsh words against a woman you never knew are unwise and ill found! I understand your anger but you have no right to say things as you did!"
Legolas stalked up to him, "Then drop your pointless tradition. We both would get what we wanted." He stabbed Elrond in the chest with a finger, "I get to keep the men I love more then life itself, Rivendell gets its new Lords, and you go to the Gray Havens with your Celebrian."
Elrond's eye twitched, "If it were so simple I would do it. There are more complicated things in this matter then simply your happiness." He was nose to nose with the Prince now, his eyes ablaze.
"You know nothing of my life and what I had to live through before I found the love of your sons. They have kept me safe and able to live on. It is not one or the other that does this for me, it is both. If they would rule Rivendell as a mated pair without me, then so be it. I would find a swift way to end my life and become just a whisper of a memory on Middle-Earth. I will not be without one or the other...I would be with both and I would not let you stop us from being together."
Elrond's temper and reason was far beyond rational at this point. Legolas had give far more of a struggle then his two sons had, if only for the reason that they had no idea what to expect from him and were in a state of shock. Legolas had had a good solid day to think things over and sharpen his tongue for the battle he knew would be coming, "My sons would honor my orders as a father and their Lord if I asked them to choose. They would do this or they would no longer be my sons." Elrond sounded as if he didn't doubt that they would listen to him and he felt even surer that he had bested Legolas.
He was wrong.
"If they feel as I do, then you have just lost your sons."