Title & Chapter Number: Dark to Dawn 3/4
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Fandom: LOTR
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema. No money made. No harm intended. I bow before the mastery of J.R.R.
Warnings: Suicidal thoughts. Incest. If the twins doing it squicks you out, don't read it.
Betas: Thanks so much to betas and dear friends Dhvana, Dalogas, and Capella. You guys are the best!
Cast: Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir, Legolas/Aragorn
Timeline: Third Age, Return of the King
Spoilers: None
Summary: Legolas is desolate after Aragorn weds Arwen. Elrond's twin sons comfort him with some unique abilities and in the process find a new role for themselves.
Notes: This is in the same story arc as "Ohtarnil: A Warrior Love," and "Dragon Fever." This story has a little something for everyone, some angst, some joy, and lots of hot elf sex.
Chapter 3 - Shared Pleasures
Legolas left the ship at Harlond in a rather different frame of mind than when he arrived. He sat easily on Arod's back, comfortable in Elrohir's arms, as they cantered toward the torch-lit city. The twin's body pressed up behind him, his loins bumping Legolas's rear with every stride, sending an anticipatory tingle straight to the prince's groin.
Elladan kept pace, periodically looking slyly at them.
"I gather you liked our demonstration, cousin," Elrohir said into his ear.
"How could I not?" said Legolas.
"Do you hunger for more?" asked Elrohir. Legolas felt him sliding his hands under his tunic, teasing his bare skin.
"You know I do," said Legolas. Then he groaned as Elrohir pulled his hair aside and began nibbling his neck.
"How do you like it?" the twin asked. "Do you like to give or receive?" His hand dipped down into Legolas's leggings, finding his growing shaft.
"Either. Both," Legolas moaned. "I'll take you, if you like."
"I would like that," Elrohir said. "I am curious. Which way was it with you and Estel?"
Legolas grinned. "You want to know such an intimacy about your dear foster brother? Very well. It ran both ways, but I took him more often than not."
Elrohir laughed. "Now that doesn't sound like my commanding brother, who is now the powerful King of Gondor."
"I think," said Legolas, "that he enjoyed having someone else take charge, if only for a brief time." He became quiet and preoccupied again as he remembered his passionate, short-lived embraces with the king.
Sensing his trouble, Elrohir set about distracting him, stroking him hard.
"Brother, be easy or he'll spend too soon," called Elladan.
"And then you would have to wait for him to recover," Elrohir said, grinning. "Too greedy, brother."
"Let us hurry back," suggested Legolas.
"He's eager for us, gwanunig.* Let's not waste a moment more," cried Elrohir.
He urged Arod into a gallop and they flew across the Pelennor towards the magnificent city.
~*~*~*~
The moon rode high overhead as it was past midnight when they reached the gates. Elrohir sat back, his hands resting innocently on his thighs as they saluted the guards. They rode the horses at a walk along the long, winding pathway through the six gates, so the beasts had cooled off by the time they reached the royal stables.
The young stable hand was pacing restlessly, the light from the open door illuminating his freckled face and sandy, shoulder-length hair. He turned eagerly at the sound of their approach.
"My lords," he called. "I am right glad to see you. You were gone so long I feared something was amiss. A messenger came from King Elessar asking the whereabouts of Prince Legolas."
Legolas looked at him searchingly. "Did he send for me?" he asked.
"No, my lord, just asked where you were. I said you had headed out of the city on horseback. The guard took that message back toward the Citadel."
Legolas felt the heaviness sink into his chest again, even though he knew Aragorn could not send for him, this night of all nights. Elrohir looked at him and gripped his shoulder.
"Did you do as I bid?" asked Elladan, sliding off Tinnu's back and sending the animal to his stall with a gentle slap on the rump.
"Aye, my lord." He paused. "It was somewhat difficult to get the specific herbs you requested. I had to go to the master of the Houses of Healing. He was, at first, reluctant, until I told him the sons of Elrond had asked for them, for medicinal purposes."
"Our companion, Prince Legolas, was hurt in the War and has never fully recovered," Elladan said. "Those herbs will cure his malady."
Elrohir poked Legolas. "Isn't that so, Prince?" he said.
"Yes," Legolas said, rubbing a hand over his shoulder as he slid off Arod. "I fear it hurts me still. If these preparations help ease the pain, you'll have my eternal gratitude." He flashed a smile at the lad, who turned bright red.
"I am sorry you were injured, my lord. I have followed your exploits during the Great War. I know of your skill in battle and that of the sons of Elrond, as I have always been partial to stories about the elves." The young man looked at them with bright eyes.
"You shouldn't believe everything you hear," Elladan said, advancing on the young man. "We had but a minor role. What is your name?"
"Barahir, my lord." The youth stepped back, looking up at the peredhel with an awed expression.
Elladan stood next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You carry an honorable name," he said, "the name of one of my ancestors."
"Aye, my lord. I know."
"Then, Barahir, I thank you for your trouble." Elladan withdrew a coin from a pouch on his belt, picked up the young man's hand, and pressed the money into it. Then he bent and gently brushed back the youth's hair, his fingers grazing his cheek, and leaned close to say, "I'm sure we can count on your discretion. The Prince is sensitive about his injury."
Again, Barahir colored prettily. "Aye, of. . . of . . . course," he stammered.
Elladan nodded and straightened up. "Well, we'll be on our way. Take good care of our horses."
The three of them headed down the path. Legolas looked back to see Barahir staring after them, clutching the fist containing the coin to his chest. He gently touched his cheek with the other hand.
When they were out of earshot Legolas said, "You know, Elladan, you shouldn't play with mortals like that. I think you stirred up his blood."
"It did no harm," Elladan said. Then he leaned close to Legolas. "You didn't seem to mind it when we played with you." He ran his finger along the tip of the prince's ear causing a tingling sensation that slowly spread.
Legolas caught Elladan's hand with a smile. "Are you so sure of your game? What if I refuse to play any further?"
"You lose," Elladan laughed.
"And if I answer your challenge?"
"We all win," Elrohir said as he slipped an arm around Legolas's waist.
"Where are we going?" the prince asked, when they passed the turn that would lead to his room.
"To our lodging," Elladan said. "A better choice, is it not, if we don't want to be disturbed? I doubt anyone will come looking for you there." He smiled and ran a tongue across his lips. There was a flash from his glowing eyes as he turned his head.
Fascinated, Legolas looked at the shadowed planes of his face and the braided midnight hair flowing down his back. Beautiful, indeed.
The air smelled faintly of sulphur from the now-spent fireworks as they made their way along a dark pathway between the multi-storied buildings. Occasionally, they passed a group of people talking and laughing among themselves.
They came to one of the guest houses on the northern side of the Citadel wall, entered the arched doorway, went through a foyer and up a stone stairway to a small landing. Elrohir opened a door and they entered a sitting room with a fireplace, table, and four chairs. He walked over to double doors at the far end of the room and flung them open to a view that looked northeast over the high Citadel wall to the black fields of the Pelennor beyond. Another doorway led, Legolas supposed, to the bedroom.
On the table were some folded cloths, a bottle with three glasses, and a basket of food. Elladan crossed the room and unfolded one of the cloths revealing some long dried leaves. He pinched off a piece and held it to his nose, then he uncovered another cloth with some more dried leaves of a different shape. He smiled.
"Elrohir, meleth,* remind me to go back to the stable tomorrow to thank that boy properly. This is exactly what we needed."
"I don't even want to know what you have in mind for him," Legolas said. He sank down into one of the chairs, then reached over and picked up the bottle, uncorked it and poured three glasses.
"Don't get too comfortable, I think there is a treat for you in the next room," Elladan said. He strode over and disappeared, reappearing moments later. "You'll find a nice hot bath in there. You should get in it, before it cools off any more."
Legolas took a swig of the liquor and rolled it about his tongue. It felt cool to the tongue at first, then warmed with a taste of honey and almonds. "Unusual to have found paichoglī* in this area," he said.
"I knew it was one of your favorites. A visit to the royal pantries secured it," said Elrohir.
"You have been busy on my behalf this evening. It is appreciated," Legolas sighed.
Elrohir leaned over and kissed his cheek. "It is not all altruistic, pen-vain. We have designs on you. Come," he began loosening the ties of the prince's jerkin, "into the bath. You'll feel better."
Legolas set down his glass, stood, and went into the bedroom. The room was large with a high ceiling. The bed against the far wall had a heavy dark-oak frame elaborately carved with strange birds and beasts under a canopy of red brocade, the same color as the quilted cover. The floor was of grey flagstone. An open window high in the wall admitted a light breeze that moved the gauzy curtains like a puff of breath. Several oil lamps hung from the ceiling casting a rich yellow glow over the room. An arched doorway led to another room.
The elven prince went through that doorway into a small room with a large ceramic tub filled with slightly steaming water. Towels lay folded on a chair. It looked very inviting.
He shrugged off his clothes, peeling off his leggings, which were stiff with horsehair, and slid into the water. With a sigh, he laid his head back on the lip of the tub. Closing his eyes, he felt again the rhythm of the galloping horse and the comforting sensation of Elrohir pressed up behind him.
The prince heard the door open and Elladan came in. He squatted down next to the tub, flicking his eyes over Legolas appraisingly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Pleasant," Legolas said, "which is a distinct improvement over earlier this evening."
"Good," said Elladan. "I brought something to make you feel more than just 'pleasant.'"
He extended his hands over the water and crumbled some of the dried leaves into it with a crackling sound. A rich smell filled the air, clean and bracing and sensual like roses and sandalwood and sage mixed with a wind from a snow-covered mountain peak. Legolas found himself inhaling deeply, and as he did, felt a lightening of spirit, a sense of joy. His skin tingled and came alive as his senses sharpened so that he could hear Elladan's breathing, his heart beating.
"What herbs are these, Elladan, bain-nīn?" Legolas asked.
Elladan laughed, bent over the tub and breathed in deeply. "Delightful, isn't it? This is a combination of athelas, a healing herb that Estel is quite fond of using and another, something Father showed me long ago. It is called echuilin thūl* and will awaken and intensify your senses. The combination of the two is especially efficacious. Sit in there for a while, my friend, and you will feel no pain."
"I thought you were going to help in that respect," Legolas said, grinning up at Elladan. Already he could feel himself relaxing, giving into the sensation of the moment.
The peredhel gave him a lascivious smile. "Are you in such a hurry, pen-vain? To be done properly these things take time. And we have all night." He trailed his fingertips across Legolas's collar bone and then in lazy circles down over his chest.
The prince closed his eyes and he was in a sunny meadow of tall flowers that brushed his chest as he walked, erupting in glorious aroma. A single sunbeam moved over his cheek and down to graze his lips.
He opened his eyes and saw that now Elrohir was leaning over him, gently and deliberately planting kisses over his face. The twin was naked. He smiled at Legolas, then closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply from the spiced steam.
Elladan had drawn up a stool and sat on his other side, watching.
Legolas reached up with a splayed hand and cupped the back of Elrohir's head as he pulled him back again to his lips.
Elrohir released a little moan and then whispered, "I love a forceful elf. Take my mouth with yours."
The Mirkwood prince found himself again kissing those luscious ripe lips that seemed to move so fluidly and sensuously against his. Legolas thrust his tongue into the warm mouth, feeling Elrohir's tongue swirling with his as Legolas kissed him harder. They both came apart with a little gasp of air.
Elrohir stood up, stretched like a cat, his muscles rippling, and then rolled smoothly into the tub on top of Legolas. There was a great splash of water and Elrohir laughed as the prince yelped and half sat up.
"Valar's wisdom! You could warn someone before descending on delicate parts like that!" Legolas said.
"A warrior never gives any warning," said Elrohir, eyes dancing in amusement as he moved his groin over Legolas's, their members stiffening against each other.
"I thought you were giving up those ways," Legolas grinned.
"Some things are in the bone," Elrohir said, laughing. "Elladan, could you be useful for once and hand me the soap?"
"Are you saying that I'm not useful?" Elladan said. "Dear brother, you may live to regret that remark." He picked up a bar of yellow soap and then grasped Elrohir by the hair, hauling him up to kiss him hard. Elrohir's resulting squirms against Legolas's cock caused the prince to groan loudly.
"See what you're doing to our Mirkwood friend," Elrohir gasped. "Quit playing and give me that." He grabbed the soap from Elladan and rubbed a foam into his hands. Then he sat up and looked at his brother. "You know you'd be much more appealing without those clothes, gwanunig."
Elladan straightened up and slowly pulled his tunic over his head, then sat on a chair and drew off the boots and leggings, revealing his creamy smooth skin with the long muscled thighs. Fine dark hair, like cornsilk, formed a curly halo around his semi-erect member. Legolas sighed as he gazed at him, then turned and looked at Elrohir, his beautiful mirror image, who sat in Legolas's lap, smiling wickedly at him, and rubbing white suds through his hands.
"You two are planning to kill me tonight, aren't you?" Legolas said. "I know it. That's how you're going to relieve me of my misery."
"Oh, he guessed it, gwanunig-nīn," Elrohir said to Elladan as he stroked the soap suds over Legolas's chest, pausing to swirl over his nipples, and then down his rib cage to the rippling muscles in his abdomen. He moved backward off the elf, plunging his soapy hands into the water, and grasped the prince's member, slowly stroking the hard column of slippery flesh. Legolas felt hot jolts running up and down his shaft, the energy building in his loins. The clean sweet smell of the herbs was overpowering.
"It'll take both of us to kill him, as he's one tough piece of orc bait," said Elladan.
He reached over and added his hand to his brother's efforts, then he left Legolas's member to stroke Elrohir's, their hands creating a sticky, slurping sound as they moved. Both elf and half-elf began to writhe as the water sloshed back and forth. Legolas's hips bucked forward when suddenly the brothers ceased their motions.
Elrohir rinsed both himself and Legolas and then put his hand on the elven prince's hip. "Come, let's get out," he said. "We'll give my odoriferous brother a chance to wash as well."
"I'm remembering every insult, gwanunig, and you will live to regret all of them," Elladan said smoothly, as they stepped out of the tub and he slid into it.
"I eagerly await your punishment, brother. Just hurry up and help me comfort this elf," Elrohir said as he picked up a towel and began drying Legolas. "He is too beautiful to keep to myself." He leaned forward and began licking water drops off the prince's neck.
Legolas grabbed Elrohir by the arm, hauled the damp and unresisting twin into the adjoining chamber, and pushed him onto the bed.
"You have teased me long enough, son of Elrond," he said. "Time for some satisfaction."
Elrohir smiled and lay back sensuously, his head propped up on one hand. "What is your desire, Legolas?" he said.
The elf climbed onto the bed and pulled him close, running his hand down his smooth backside. "I want to take you, cousin, so hard you scream for me to stop."
Elrohir laughed. "Yes, that's very appealing. But first, don't you want this, Legolas?" He reached down and grasped his cock, "Wouldn't you like to feel it in your mouth?"
Legolas gave him a slow smile, then bent and kissed the beautiful twin, thrusting his tongue in and out of his mouth until Elrohir was gasping for breath and Legolas's lips burned. Then he traveled down the peredhel's smooth white throat, biting and sucking, over his chest, pausing to suck hard on first one small, tan nipple, then the other as Elrohir's chest heaved.
Legolas was aflame with sensations, the tiny bumps of Elrohir's nipple on his tongue, the sweet taste of his body, his soft flesh over the hard muscles of his arms and chest. He ran his hands down Elrohir's torso to his hips, feeling the hard bones, then around to the back to cup the delicious, rounded buttocks. Elrohir's erection pressed hard into Legolas's thigh, demanding attention.
The elf kissed and sucked his way along the low curve of Elrohir's loin muscles, the very sight of which filled him with longing. He licked a long swipe up along his tender inner thighs and the peredhel writhed and moaned in a very satisfactory manner.
"Legolas, taste me! Now!" cried Elrohir. "Here, I'll let you feel what I feel." He grasped Legolas's face in both hands and Legolas heard once more the word of command. Then Elrohir guided his mouth down to his cock and cried out "Uhhhnnnggg," as Legolas plunged down onto it.
The elf reveled in the rock hard flesh filling his mouth, the blood throbbing along his tongue. At the same time, he could feel a wet mouth on his own organ and knew he was sensing what Elrohir felt. The sensation guided his motions in a way he'd never experienced before, allowing him to do exactly what felt best to him. He used his teeth to tease and nibble up and down the length, then coming down onto it, taking the whole shaft deep into his throat, pulsing up and down. His own member brushed deliciously against the silky bedcover as he listened to the increasingly helpless moans of delight from the raven-haired elf under him.
Legolas was building to a climax when he suddenly felt Elrohir grab his hair, pulling hard, as the peredhel arched his entire body like a young tree bending in the wind, and came in a rush, with a deep groan.
Legolas's mouth filled with hard spurts of sweet fluid, and the prince pulled his mouth off Elrohir as the last eruption poured over his hand. Legolas was coming at the same time, thrusting his hips against the bed cover. He rolled onto his back, his whole body trembling, and occasionally another needle of pleasure shot through his groin. He reached over and stroked Elrohir's softening organ gently, rubbing the fluid into the skin.
"Did that repay you for your efforts earlier this evening?" Legolas said, propping himself up on one elbow and pushing the hair back from Elrohir's sweaty face.
"Oh my dear Mirkwood cousin," panted Elrohir, "now I believe I owe you."
"This could go on for quite some time, with payment by one leaving the other in debt," Legolas laughed.
"Yes, it could," said a melodious voice from the bathroom doorway. "It is a debt I would like to collect as watching you two has made me quite hungry."
They looked up to see a relaxed Elladan leaning against the doorframe, completely naked and glistening with moisture, his damp hair clinging to his chest. He walked through the room, disappearing into the sitting room and Elrohir smiled at Legolas.
Elladan returned his arms laden with the flask of paichoglī, glasses, a basket of fruit, and a bottle of yellow oil which he set on the table by the bed.
"Watching you two was very stimulating," he said as he slid onto the bed. Elrohir sat up, wrapping his forearms around his knees, and Elladan draped an arm over his shoulders. "I like seeing you come, śthaes-nīn,* especially with someone else. It's the pleasure without the guilt."
"Is there guilt then?" asked Legolas.
Elrohir glanced at his twin sidelong. "Our love is forbidden, you know that, Legolas. It comes at a price. We've managed to keep it from the world. We share it with you now only because we trust you absolutely. No one knows. No one must know."
Elladan nodded. "But we've found, with our gift, we can feel each other's sensation through someone else. I can love him without touching his flesh. No guilt."
"I would think that's a fine line as far as the Valar are concerned," said Legolas, tracing his finger along Elladan's thigh.
"Perhaps," said Elladan. "In any case, we've sinned enough with each other that if there is a reckoning before the Valar, we're doomed to it." He sighed. "This makes the dilemma of whether to take ship oversea all the more poignant, wouldn't you say?"
Legolas nodded.
Elladan reached over and picked up the flask of liquor, held it up in the light and swirled it around. "I infused this with some of the echuilin thūl. It'll help to ease all our souls, if just for a little while."
He poured the liquid into the glasses and passed them around. Legolas looked at the pale yellow fluid that now had small brown specks floating in it, then brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. It had the same scent as the bathwater, but more muted, mixed with warm honey and cinnamon. He realized suddenly that his heart was not hurting him anymore and that instead, he felt light, almost giddy.
He lifted his glass and said, "Friends, I realize now what you have done for me this night, you have pulled me back from the abyss. I am deeply grateful. I propose your toast again, Elladan. A chuil!"*
"A chuil," the twins said together. They clicked glasses and each took a large gulp.
"We have done it both for the love of you and of our foster brother, who would be devastated if anything happened to you," said Elrohir.
"How do you know?" asked Legolas bitterly. "Perhaps it would be more convenient for him if I just disappeared."
"We know," said Elladan, taking Legolas's chin in his fingers, "because he told us so himself. Who do you think sent us to find you? Although," the peredhel laughed wickedly, "I don't think he had quite this cure in mind. This we thought of ourselves."
Elladan drained the rest of his drink, then picked up the bottle of oil. "Come pen melui,* he said to Elrohir, "it's time to begin the third round."
They both turned gleaming eyes on Legolas.
~*~*~*~
*gwanunig - twin brother
*meleth - love
*bain-nīn - my beauty
*paichoglī - invented word from paich (juice) and glī (honey)
*echuilin thūl - invented word from echui (awakening) and thūl (breath)
*śthaes-nīn - my temptation
*a chuil - to life
*pen melui - sweet one~*~*~*~
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