"Admittedly, I get rather scared out here on my own," laughed Legolas drunkenly, pointing to the old oaks that surrounded the empire. The twins laughed in unison, but it was forced. They didn't like being out here either. It reminded them of dark stories told to them by their father. It reminded them of the wrath of Saruman, the hellish depths of Mordor, and the crooked, evil face of Gollum that haunted them so often at night. Elladan shuddered, and his twin put a protective arm around him.

Legolas wandered off in front, his arms full of swords, and stupidly, thought Elrohir, no armour. He could see this ending in some form of idiotic disaster. "Legolas!" he called out ahead. The blonde was whistling to himself. He could not hear a thing. "Greenleaf! Let us return, the sinister cold doesn't agree with us!"

Nothing.

The three continued to slump along, and Elladan and Elrohir began to enjoy being outdoors, together in the dark with nobody to bother them. They turned to each other, and gazing into their living mirrors, lost sight of all that was around them. They stopped to embrace, when they heard an annoyed bellowing of "Oh, pitiful orc!"

They looked forward, and Legolas had disappeared. "By all things sacred, stop fooling about, drunken fool," Elladan shouted, now running forwards. "Come on then! Where are you?" Oh, Valar!" he cried out, gripping to Elrohir's trailing cloak as he lost his foot holding, and the two of them slipped into the pit that had claimed Legolas.

"Ouch," whimpered Ro.

"Brilliant," muttered Elladan, standing and dusting himself off. He peered out of the pit into the night sky, and came to the conclusion that the pit was too steep and unstable to risk climbing out of. It could start a deadly avalanche.

"What on Middle-Earth do we do now?" huffed Legolas, sitting in the corner of the pit, a pile of swords on top of him.

"I suppose we sit here, waiting for someone to realise we're missing."

Legolas laughed loudly. "That won't happen for many an hour. There are hundreds of folk indoors. They won't notice our absence until the guests leave, which may be days. And nobody would think to look for us here," he added.

"Why not?" Elladan demanded.

"Nobody knows we're here. I think I took rather a wrong turn back at that sign post," Legolas laughed drunkenly.

"Valar. That was miles ago! You stupid, stupid elf!" Elrohir cried out.

Elladan slumped down next to Legolas, and pulled his annoyed twin down with him. "Fighting isn't going to make it anymore pleasant down here. Just rest."

"What if it floods?" shouted Elrohir. "What then?"

Elladan rolled his eyes, and Legolas did the same.

"SIT DOWN!"

"How many hours has it been?"

"Just add 5 minutes since you last asked me," replied Legolas angrily. The lilac wine had now worn off, and he was getting impatient with Elrohir's anxiety.

"By the Valar, I've never been so bored," Elladan muttered after a long silence on his part.

Elrohir snuggled tighter to his twin, and absently stroked at his inner thigh. Elladan shrugged him off. "Not here, tôrbain. Have some decency, please."

Legolas actually laughed at this. "By all means, do whatever you want. I'm tired, so I'm going to sleep. If the two of you wish to... well... do whatever it is you do, then please, don't let my presence stop you."

Now Elrohir laughed. "Ooh, I love this game. He wants to watch, Elladan. I love a boy who's into that," he smirked.

Elladan dug his nails into Ro's leg. "Don't be such a brazen hussy," he mimicked Aragorn. The two laughed, and then comment went over Legolas' head. The blonde simply settled comfortably into his corner, and drew his hood over his eyes. "I'm not a boy," he added cheekily, as he closed his lashes.

The twins giggled. "Prove it."

Legolas opened his eyes, smiling wickedly and knelt, balancing his weight on his haunches. His hands dropped slowly to the lacing that held his leather pants together. "Is this what you want?" he whispered, making sure the twins' eyes were focused on him.

Elladan laughed, and sank back into the walls of the pit. "This is stupid," he muttered as he closed his eyes. Elrohir said nothing, and just turned his gaze to Legolas' glowing eyes, still black with kohl. He looked almost like a young maiden with his hair flowing as it did, but his muscular torso that peeked through his tunic said otherwise.

Legolas stared back into Elrohir's grey pools. "So?" he quizzed, the corner of his mouth flicking into a little teasing smile.

Elrohir growled softly as he licked his lips. "Show me."

Elladan sat up a little at this, and directed his focus not to Legolas, but to Elrohir. Even in the dark, he make out that his twin's eyes were flickering with delight, just as they had when they had first embraced that evening. He felt a little uncomfortable at this, but just turned his attention to Legolas instead. The blonde was rapidly undoing his pants, eye contact never breaking. He had done this before, but never with another male. This idea sort of intrigued Elladan, and he moved closer, now side by side with his brother.

Elrohir quickly put a hand on Legolas'. "Stop," he commanded gently. Legolas complied instantly, as if under a spell. "Get this off," Ro whispered, tugging gently at the top half of his outfit. Legolas did as he was bid, and with one swift movement, stripped himself of the ripped green garment.

Both twins sucked their breath in a little. Such a beautiful body was not unknown to them, as they had both witnessed each other's before. But this was different perfection. While the twins' sexiness was all based on slender and smooth form like a woman's, Legolas was definitely all man. His masculine torso rippled as he moved, and this excited Ro incredibly. He gripped his twin's arm a little. Elladan smiled, and coaxed Legolas towards him. The blonde crawled forward slowly, unsure of himself. Ro instantly grabbed his face, and dragged it towards his own.

"Is this what you've always dreamed it would be with us?" he asked.

Legolas smiled. "I never had the pleasure of such dreams," he smirked. The length of time this exchange was taking was too much for Elladan. He pulled Legolas away from his twin, and on top of himself. Legolas grinned, and pushed himself forward of his own will, meeting Elladan's face with an open mouth. Ro had now climbed onto Legolas' back, and the three of them now lay in an awkward stack at the bottom of the pit.

Elladan lurched his head forward and took Legolas' mouth in his own, forcing his demanding tongue into the elf. Elrohir sank his teeth viciously into the nape of Legolas' neck, uncaring and unaware of the pain it caused. The blonde arched his back a little at the burning heat of Elrohir's accompanying suction, but then slowly relaxed back downwards, and settled into Elladan comfortably.

"Shall we take him, Ro?" Elladan whispered.

"Wait."

Legolas shuffled uncomfortably at the weight on his back, and rolled over so the whole pile of elves collapsed, and now he was sandwiched in-between them, side by side. He rolled onto his back, and from each side, an elf intertwined a leg around him. His eyes were hazy with lust, and he began to not know who was who. What did it matter anyway?

Elladan bit gently at the skin of his collarbone, and he arched his back as Elrohir licked a trail down to his nipple, where a piercing had been thrust through. Elrohir had never seen such a thing before, but it excited him immensely, so he instantly sucked it into his mouth, Legolas panting as he did so.

There was a loud trumpeting in the distance, and the heavy sound of horse hooves. Elladan rose instantly, panicking, and Elrohir sat up. Legolas lay on the bottom of the pit, breathing unevenly and fast, his hands on his pants, burning to remove them.

Elrohir bent back down to kiss Legolas softly. "Looks like rescue came in the nick of time," he snickered.

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