Title & Chapter Number: An Unbidden Desire: Part 2.5/7
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Dimensions_of_Dhvana
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: With the exception of Menelhen, the characters and places in this story are the creation of Tolkien.
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Nope
Cast: Elrohir/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan, Elrohir/Menelhen implied
Timeline: Pre LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elrohir's and Thranduil's relationship continues to develop, though their growing love might be dampened by the arrival of Legolas and Elladan.
Notes: Having abandoned RPS for a while (needed a break), I thought I'd share with y'all the FPS story I'm working on. Hope you enjoy and feedback would be most welcome!
Part 2.5
As Elrohir strode down the hall, he tensed as a flash of blue and gold stormed towards him. He knew he wouldn't be able to get away with last night for long, but he had been hoping to avoid Thranduil for at least another couple of days. Keeping a stony mask on his face, he stared down the King.
"You," Thranduil snarled, stopping directly in front of him. "You and I need to talk."
"Forgive my rudeness, my Lord," he replied, glaring at the King, "but I'm afraid this will have to wait. I really don't have the time at the moment. Perhaps tomorrow?"
He gave a quick bow and tried to flee, but Thranduil's hand shot out and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him down a little used corridor.
"We will discuss this now," he said, coldly shoving the Prince against the wall. "How dare you use my Healer in such a callous manner? If there is something you wish to discuss, borrow another Elf's spine and speak with me directly."
"I have attempted to do that--with my own spine, mind you--but you have deliberately avoided any associations with me."
"So you seduce a friend in order to get a reaction from me?"
"It worked, didn't it?" Elrohir smirked with a boldness he didn't feel.
"Only because I am concerned with the emotional state of my Healer. He couldn't sleep last night because of that nasty little trick you pulled until he came and confessed everything to me."
"Everything?" he blinked, his stomach doing a frightening twist inside of him.
Thranduil leaned in close, blue flames boring into the Prince's eyes. "Everything."
Elrohir's guilt was intense as he lowered his gaze. He hadn't meant for things to go so far with Menelhen, but his intentions had faded with the talent in the Healer's kiss and the feel of the Elf on top of him. After that, Elrohir had only wanted to bury himself in the delicious heat and nothing else seemed to matter. Hearing about Menelhen now, however, he felt terrible for what he'd done, especially to someone he considered to be his closest friend in Mirkwood.
"I shall apologize immediately to him," he said softly. "It is the least I can do."
"I agree. And now, my little Princeling," he said, taking Elrohir by the chin and forcing his gaze back up. "You have my full attention. What is it you wished to say?"
Though the passion in the blue-violet eyes told a different story, Elrohir simply answered in a harsh voice, "It is nothing, my Lord."
"Indeed," Thranduil said with a grim smile. It had been so long since the King had been this close to the Princeling, his mind had forgotten what an effect he could have on him, but his body remembered--his body remembered all too well, and his body was demanding recognition. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of Elrohir's head, effectively trapping him there. "Tell me, then, why is it you felt a need to tumble my Healer? If you were looking for release, there are several Elves who would have been happy to satisfy you."
"I didn't want them."
"And you wanted Menelhen?"
"No, but he was the closest I could get--" Elrohir stopped abruptly, staring at the King.
"Yes?" Thranduil said, a mocking edge to his tone, but the Prince refused to continue. The King chuckled as he reached down and slid a hand into the front of Elrohir's breeches. The Elf gasped as a hand closed on his already hard member. "Your body betrays you, Princeling. It knows what it wants, as do I."
Elrohir's eyes narrowed and Thranduil's eyes widened as the Prince slipped a hand into the front of the King's breeches.
"It seems my body isn't the only traitor here."
The two stared at each other, a hand enclosing the other's hardening shaft, and the resulting burst of flame melted the ice between them. Thranduil pressed his body against Elrohir, taking hold of the Elf's lips with his own. He devoured the willing mouth, his tongue forcing its way into the wet heat. Elrohir moaned beneath the intensity of Thranduil's kiss, the nights of longing portrayed in the King's hunger threatening to overwhelm him, if that hunger hadn't been equally matched by his own. Thranduil couldn't believe how much he had missed the Prince's taste, his touch, the demanding of the taut body beneath him.
What a fool I've been, the King thought as the stroking of their hands quickened. Gasping, Elrohir broke away from the King's lips as he neared completion. It had been too long, and now the end was coming too fast, Thranduil thought as his own body began to constrict. With a final strong pull, they came together, panting as they collapsed against the wall, Thranduil resting his forehead on the cool stone. Elrohir leaned his head back, rolling it slightly till it was touching his lover's. The King closed his eyes, cherishing the contact with Elrohir. It was too much, having him near, the warmth of his sticky heat covering his hand as he held the Prince's once more quickening elfhood, feeling himself respond in turn. Thranduil rolled his head till his nose was nuzzling the soft cheek, his mouth next to the pointed ear.
"Do you want to go back to my room?"
"Yes," Elrohir whispered, opening the passion-glazed eyes as he gazed at Thranduil. With his free hand, he reached up and caressed the Elf Lord's cheek. "Yes," he repeated, and smiled.
Thranduil's breath caught in his throat, ensnared by the power of the affection in the Prince's eyes. A voice inside warned him to stop, that he shouldn't let this continue, that there was too much against them, but this time, he pushed that voice aside. For once in his life, he wanted to be free to bathe in the light of another, to let it melt the coldness that had always existed within. Disengaging themselves, the lovers made their way to Thranduil's room.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil's eyes slowly opened when a pounding echoed the beating of his heart. Elrohir groaned in protest, tightening his arm around the King's chest as he buried his face into a broad shoulder. Kissing the raven hair, he closed his eyes again, choosing to ignore the sound.
The pounding returned and his eyes flew open. Apparently, the sound wasn't going to be ignored. The King slowly eased himself out from the Elf's possessive grasp, the blue-violet eyes opening for a second.
"Hurry back."
"I will," he said, pulling on a robe. Walking across the room, he threw open the door. "What is it?"
The Elf flinched at the King's voice, immediately seeking another place to rest his eyes, then grew flustered at the black hair and long limbs sprawled across the bed.
"I'm waiting," he growled, and the Elf snapped to attention.
"Forgive me, my Lord, but Prince Legolas has returned."
"My son is here?" Thranduil said, his face softening for a moment. On the bed, Elrohir's eyes flew open--Elladan! If Legolas was here, his twin would be also.
"Yes, my Lord. The Healer asked me to inform you that he has cornered Prince Legolas and Prince Elladan in the Grand Hall, and will hold them there until you come to their rescue."
Though the King's face remained stern, his eyes glowed with amusement at Menelhen's subtlety in preventing the Princes from discovering Thranduil and Elrohir in a compromising position. The shock most definitely would have been too much for them.
"Inform my son that rescue is on the way."
"Yes, my Lord," the guard said, bowing before he hurried down the hall. Thranduil closed the doors and turned to see Elrohir had risen and was nearly dressed. Tying up the laces on his tunic, the Prince paused in front of Thranduil.
"What are we going to do?"
"I believe we're going to go greet your brother and my son."
Elrohir stuck his tongue out at the King. "You know what I mean."
"Do that again."
"What?"
"Your tongue," Thranduil said, wrapping his arms around Elrohir's waist. "I want it."
"This is exactly what I'm talking about. We cannot do this around them. My brother would kill us both."
"Lost your courage already, Princeling?" the King murmured into the graceful neck.
"He just wouldn't understand."
"I believe he'll be a little more understanding than you think," he said, sliding his hands under the newly adorned tunic and over the smooth back. "After all, he's with my son, isn't he?"
"You and Legolas are two very different Elves."
"Perhaps Legolas will help him to understand."
"You don't think he will object?"
"It may take him a while to adjust," he said, moving his hands to Elrohir's chest and tweaking the stiffening nipples, "but I don't think he will find it to be too much of a problem."
"You're mad."
"It's a distinct possibility," Thranduil grinned, then teasingly brushed his lips across Elrohir's. "Now, where's that tongue I wanted?"
"We're supposed to be rescuing them," Elrohir scolded, feeling the King's erection pressing against his own.
"They've lived without us all summer--they can wait a few more minutes."
"Yes, my Lord," Elrohir said, arching into Thranduil's embrace, "but I still don't want my brother to know."
"If that is your wish," he said, then took hold of the Prince's mouth in a passionate kiss.
~*~*~*~
"Elrohir!"
"Elladan!"
Everyone stood back as the twins hurled themselves into the other's arms. They held each other, laughing and crying and both trying to talk at the same time. Even as they were reunited, their bodies took on a golden glow, starting at where their skin connected to spread throughout their entire beings. The light continued until they were thoroughly encompassed by it, and then it faded, and the twins were whole once more.
Thranduil had watched the exchange with amusement for a moment, then his eyes turned to his son. Legolas's attention was focused on his lover and his friend, a smile of adoration on his face, his cobalt eyes misty with tears. The King couldn't help but notice the restlessness that had always seemed to mark his son had settled and he seemed to be truly at peace with himself. He felt a little chagrined at this knowing it was the son of Elrond who had brought this peace to Mirkwood's Prince, but it was a welcome change despite the cause of it.
Feeling his father's gaze on him, Legolas slowly turned his head and met the icy blue irises. Steeling himself, he walked over to the King.
"Father," he said with a slight bow.
"My son," Thranduil said. His hand seemed to move of its own volition as it raised up and pressed itself against the downy cheek. Legolas's eyes widened at this unfamiliar show of affection, then closed them as he pressed his cheek into his father's touch. A smile crossed Thranduil's face as he took his son in his arms, kissing his forehead. "It's good to have you home."
Legolas didn't say a word. He just held his father as if afraid to let go for fear it was just a dream.
The embrace between father and son hadn't gone unnoticed. Menelhen watched, grinning foolishly as he did so. He couldn't remember how long he'd been waiting for this moment to arrive, and he stored it into his memory, in case it never happened again. Elrohir, too, looked on with approval. Perhaps things would work out after all. If Thranduil and Legolas could reconcile, which he would have sworn was impossible, then surely Elladan could accept that he and the King were lovers.
"You've changed, brother," Elladan said, rousing Elrohir from his thoughts as his twin stood back to look at him. "You've grown... harder."
"Harder?" Elrohir questioned, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, look at you," he said, squeezing his brother's arms. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you spent more time exercising this summer than with your nose buried in a book."
"And you would be correct. The King has been attempting to turn me into a proper warrior."
The warmth in Elladan's eyes immediately vanished at the mention of Thranduil and Elrohir felt his heart sink. "Has he now? I didn't think there was anything wrong with your fighting skills."
"That's what I thought, but it turns out I had much to learn. I'll bet even you could benefit from a few training session with him."
"Somehow, I doubt it," Elladan said, his voice so low a temperature that it would rival Thranduil's, but then he smiled. "Come, little brother, show me to your room--we have much to catch up on."
Elrohir exchanged a sorrowful glance with Menelhen, who had overheard Elladan's remarks, and led his brother down the hall. Legolas watched them leave, a grin on his face, then turned to catch Thranduil's observing eye.
"It's easy to forget how close they are until I see them together."
"They are rather close, aren't they? Which makes me wonder, when were you planning on informing me of your own closeness to Elladan?"
The Prince turned to glare at Menelhen, but the Healer had managed to sneak away without a sound.
"Don't seek to blame Menelhen for giving away your secret--you did that on your own."
"Oh I did, did I?" Legolas said in a teasing voice. Something told him the explosion he would normally expect wasn't going to come, and this set him at ease. "Might I ask how?"
"Your words, your actions, the tremor in your voice when you spoke of him--it wasn't difficult to interpret."
"Especially for you, dear father, whose keen eyesight rivals that of eagles, and who can spend two minutes with an Elf and know his entire past, present, and future."
"I wouldn't go that far," Thranduil said, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips, "but you're close."
Legolas smiled, then sighed, the humor fading from his face. "To be honest, I don't know when I was going to tell you, or if I ever was. I didn't know how you'd react, and I didn't want to risk being banished from my home."
"My son," Thranduil said, once more embracing the Prince, "you will always be welcome here. You cannot choose who your heart desires, and though my approval may be somewhat... reluctant, I will not try to stop you."
"Thank you, my Lord," he said, his voice slightly mocking, and Thranduil scowled.
"Though you may find I change my mind if my extreme generosity towards this matter is unappreciated."
Legolas just grinned at him. "I'm starting to think that Elrohir isn't the only Elf who's changed this summer."
"Blame Menelhen for that," Thranduil grumbled. "He's been hounding me for months to show you more affection, and I agreed to try."
"I'm glad you did," Legolas said. "I haven't been this amused in weeks."
Thranduil gave his son a sharp look, but then his face softened as he saw the laughter in Legolas's eyes, and he shook his head. "I'm afraid Menelhen is going to be terribly disappointed in me."
"Don't worry, Father," Legolas chuckled. "You'll adjust, I promise."
~*~*~*~
The night passed without either of Rivendell's sons reappearing. Around two in the morning, Legolas padded barefoot down the corridor searching for his missing lover. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he yawned as he reached Elrohir's door. Seeing it was open, he peered inside to find see Menelhen blowing out a candle that had melted nearly to the base. Lying on the bed were Elladan and Elrohir, fully clothed, the older brother curled up protectively around his twin. Elrohir had one arm stretched out across the bed, Elladan's hand on top of it.
Menelhen placed a blanket over the Princes, then seeing Legolas, smiled and walked quietly out of the room.
"Elladan told me this is how they used to sleep when they were children," Legolas whispered, looking fondly on the brothers, "that he was always the one trying to protect Elrohir even in his dreams."
"But you'll notice," Menelhen said, one hand on the doorknob, "how Elrohir seems to be reaching out for something, and how it almost looks as if his brother is trying to hold holding him back."
Legolas looked one last time at the twins, then gave the Healer a curious glance as he closed the door. "I never would have interpreted it quite like that. Tell me, old friend, is there something you'd like to share?"
"Why would you think that?" Menelhen smiled, his expression one of pure innocence, and Legolas's eyes narrowed.
"Menelhen..." he warned, but the Healer just bowed.
"Good night, my Lord," he said, turning away, and Legolas grabbed his arm, pushing him against the wall.
"We both know I am skilled in ways to make you talk," he said with a smile that was remarkably similar to his father's.
"Oh, I remember," Menelhen said, leaning forward till his mouth was nearly touching Legolas's, "but don't you think it's a little risky with Elladan sleeping on the other side of this wall?"
"You haven't changed, have you, old friend? Though you seem to be the only one," Legolas chuckled, nibbling on the Elf's pointed ear. He'd forgotten how enticing Menelhen could be. Legolas felt it was almost a pity he now belonged to Elladan. "Speaking of our loves, what would your beloved think?"
"I don't know," Menelhen whispered, his eyes growing hazy with passion as Legolas's mouth placed a trail of kisses down his neck. He couldn't believe the Orc dung was actually daring to tease him like this-Legolas knew better than anyone how well he could keep a secret, and not even the Prince's tempting kisses could make him reveal Elrohir's and Thranduil's. "I'll have to ask her next time I see her."
"That would be a good idea," Legolas said, moving in to capture the Healer's mouth.
"Ahem."
Both Elves jumped and stared guiltily in the direction of the sound.
"Having trouble sleeping?" Thranduil asked, glaring at them both.
"A little, but I think I'll be able to sleep now. Good night, Menelhen, Father," Legolas said, bowing to the King as he quickly walked back to his room.
"I think I should get to sleep also," Menelhen said, trying to brush by Thranduil, but a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him to a halt. The King then turned him around and dragged him down the hall.
"My dear Menelhen, is it your purpose in life to make things as difficult for yourself as possible?"
"Sometimes I do wonder, my Lord," the Healer shrugged with a grin, "but at least you'll never hear me say that my eternity was uneventful."
"You might want to reconsider that plan. You may not survive an eternity if you continue on this path."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take."
"Then let me put this another way," Thranduil said, his voice hardening, "try to stay out of trouble, or I'll be forced to find ways to keep you out of trouble."
Knowing the extent of Thranduil's imagination, Menelhen shivered, and nodded. "I will do my best, my Lord."
"Do better than that."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Good. You may go now. Sleep well, Menelhen."
The Healer bowed and hurried away beyond Thranduil's grasp. Once Menelhen was out of sight, Thranduil turned back around and made his way to Elrohir's door. Slowly, he opened it, and peered inside. He smiled to see his Princeling's arm draped across the side of the bed where the King would normally be sleeping. Though he'd only admit it to himself, and even then not without a fight, he'd had trouble sleeping that night without Elrohir by his side, and he couldn't help wondering how he could convince his Princeling to tell Elladan the truth. As if in answer, Elladan seemed to sense the intruder even in his sleep and tightened his grip around his brother, drawing the wayward arm back in close to their bodies. Thranduil's eyes darkened, and he quietly shut the door.
~ Next Chapter ~
~ Previous Chapter ~
~ Library Main ~
~ Author Index ~ Character Index ~ Title Index ~
~ Hall Of Fire ~ Gallery ~
~ Links ~ Shops ~ Map ~ News ~ Rules ~ Lists ~ ~
This page is in no way affiliated with New Line Cinema or Tolkien Enterprises, and no profit is being made.
The information contained herein is NOT to be used to spam or in any other way harrass its members. Be advised that abuse of this site will not be tolerated, and the appropriate legal action will be taken.
Hall-Of-Fire.Com v.4.0, Copyright © 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009 by Cristine Cook-Fireheart. All rights reserved. This web site may not be reproduced in any form, except as occurs in normal browser caching, without express written permission from the author.
Website by Infinite Connections Design.
