Title & Chapter Number: Dark to Dawn 4/4
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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 4 - Dawn
"Finish your drink, lirimaer," Elladan said.
Legolas tossed back the rest of the sweet liquor and Elladan took the glass from his hand and set it on the table.
Elrohir pressed up close behind Legolas on the bed and gently gathered up his hair, twisting it several times and then moving it over his shoulder onto his chest. The twin reached out a hand and Elladan poured some oil into it. Elrohir then began slowly kneading it into Legolas's arms, shoulders, and back. Legolas relaxed into his touch and groaned softly.
Elladan oiled his own hands and sat up on his knees. He drew a sword-calloused finger along the prince's jaw, then across his earlobes, his neck, along his collar bone, down his chest, over his hips, the small of his back. Everywhere he touched left a warm tingle that lingered and spread.
"Is that you or the echuilin thūl you put in the drink?" Legolas murmured drowsily.
"Both," said Elladan. "How are you feeling?"
"Delicious," Legolas smiled.
"You heard him, gwanunig," Elladan said. "He's delicious."
"I know it," Elrohir said as he dropped his mouth to the prince's neck and began to bite gently. "I tasted him earlier. But you have not yet."
"A pleasure I won't forego much longer," Elladan said. "But we must attend to his spirit first."
Taking the prince's chin in his hand, he brushed his lips against Legolas's. The elf felt Elladan's searching energy reaching into him. He opened his mouth to the twin, who inhaled his breath with a soft whooshing sound. Then Elladan blew into Legolas's lungs.
"Breath is life and spirit," the twin whispered into the prince's mouth. "A healing tool. Now to find the wound." He kissed him deeply, sending his tongue as messenger while he massaged his fingers across the elf's chest. His lips were more forceful, less yielding than Elrohir's. Legolas thought how different they both were from Aragorn, whose lips always conveyed both strength and a terrible need. It was the need that drew Legolas the most.He sighed, feeling the pain in his chest again.
Legolas felt a probing sensation in his chest. He had a vision of Elladan reaching into his heart and pinching shut a gaping hole until there was only a long, white scar. As he did this, the peredhel's fingers brushed an old wound.
"There is a strange scar here, Legolas," Elladan murmured. "What is it?"
"The dragon," Legolas whispered, "took a piece of my love for Elwen."
"That is a story you have not told me," Elladan said. "Perhaps you will some day." He gently massaged the scar until it was barely perceptible.
"Let the memory of your lost loves make you stronger, not destroy you, pen-vain," Elladan commanded.
And indeed Legolas still felt an echo of great sadness, but now a remembered rush of delight in beauty and the earth. He heard his heart pounding as the blood pumped into his loins, awakening him with fire.
Elladan leaned forward and whispered in the prince's ear, "Now you must know, my beauty, how I burn for you. Will you satisfy my desire?"
Legolas looked into his wolf-grey eyes, glowing with lust, and felt an answering call within, a great aching to be possessed by this rapturous being. His answer came in a breathy gasp. "You are a sorcerer. I could not resist if I wanted to."
"You see, Legolas, how I am seduced and fallen," Elrohir said behind him. "His love warmed me during the long, cold nights when we took respite from slaughtering orcs. Without it, I would long ago have become a wraith, without a soul, as our fury threatened to make us akin to the dark creatures that we pursued. We, neither of us, have any will power left in this. He must take me and I must have him. I stopped fighting him long ago."
Elladan reached across Legolas's shoulder and cupped Elrohir's cheek. "It was never a fight, was it, my love?" he said, his voice gentle. "You came to me of your own will. Now come to me again. Come to me, without guilt, through our beautiful Mirkwood cousin."
Elladan turned to Legolas, and kissing him gently said, "Connect with me, lirimaer, so I may share you and my brother."
Legolas felt Elladan's command and then the twin's heightened senses, the heat from his loins.
"How long does the connection last?" asked Legolas.
"It will wear off within the hour, unless we re-establish, or break it," said Elladan. "And now, meleth, come to me."
Legolas closed his eyes and sighed as Elladan captured his lips in a numbing kiss. The twin hauled Legolas down onto the bed to lie next to him and with one leg, pulled their loins into full contact, their members stiffening as they rubbed against each other.
Behind him, Elrohir also sank down and plied his tongue along Legolas's neck, and down his back, then over his rear. His hand slid between Legolas's legs, parting them slightly, fondling his sacs, and then the prince felt Elrohir lapping at his entrance.
At the same time, Elladan had moved down the prince's front, his tongue gliding across his nipples, while he grasped Legolas's hardened shaft somewhat harshly and ran his finger over the slit at the top, rubbing the pearly drops of liquid over the head.
Legolas gasped and thrashed a little under the double assault. He cried out louder when he felt Elladan's mouth slowly and sensuously slide down over his cock as, at the same time, the peredhel's finger breeched his entrance, and moved slowly into him, finally crooking upward at an angle caressing his tender spot. Pleasure flashed throughout the elf and he moaned. He had never in his life had his senses so thoroughly ravished, enhanced as they were with the echuilin thūl. He felt Elrohir still licking him with a very wet tongue all around Elladan's finger.
Elladan sucked the prince hard and fast until Legolas saw tiny lights exploding behind his eyes.
"Ai, I'm going to come," Legolas said, feeling himself reaching a peak, when suddenly Elladan withdrew his mouth and finger and grabbed Legolas's cock, squeezing hard at the base, and gasping a little himself as he did so.
"Elladan, I'm going to kill you!" cried Legolas. "I mean it, you won't escape my wrath. Uhhhh, yes, a slow torturous death."
Behind him Elrohir also moaned and twisted in pain. "That makes two of us!" he said.
Elladan chuckled, "No, you won't. This is just a prelude for what's to come. Forbearance now will lead to greater pleasure, shortly."
"I can't wait," Legolas said, rolling over onto his back and stroking himself in an attempt to relieve the terrible need. Elladan leapt on him, straddling his waist, and pushing the prince's arms over his head into the bed. He held them down while Legolas panted and thrashed under him.
"You are as cruel as an orc," Legolas said, calming a little, the red clearing from his vision.
"I promised that you'd be crying with pleasure tonight," Elladan grinned. "You haven't quite achieved that state yet. But you will."
"Couldn't you feel it too? How could you stop?" Legolas said.
"Self-control, lirimaer," Elladan said.
Legolas gave a short laugh.
"Oh, gods, Legolas, you don't know the half of it when it comes to his control," Elrohir said, sitting up.
"To answer your question, yes, I feel it too. Here is the evidence." Elladan sat up and guided Legolas's hand to his rock-hard member.
"That is charming," Legolas said and knocked Elladan over, leaned down, and sucked on the tip. The twin moaned.
"A little of your own medicine, healer," Legolas commented before engulfing Elladan, going at him hard up and down, until the peredhel was thrashing against the quilt, sounds of pleasure welling from his throat. Then Legolas stopped just as suddenly as Elladan had and got up from the bed.
"I can play your game too," Legolas smirked, as Elladan lay on the bed panting, his member standing as tall as a young tree.
"Point taken, Legolas," he said.
Elrohir reached for the basket of fruit, selecting a large ripe peach. Elladan pushed himself up on his elbows and watched him with a sly smile, his gaze lingering on his brother's smooth buttocks as Elrohir bent over.
"Legolas," Elladan said. "I have something in mind for my delicious brother."
Both Legolas and Elrohir turned to look at him as the image of peach juice dripping down Elrohir's rear filled their thoughts. Elrohir grinned and took a huge bite of the fruit, the burst of sweet flavor tickling Elladan and Legolas's tongues.
Elladan reached over to his twin and grabbed the peach from his hand. "Here, brother, is where you are repaid for all those insults earlier this evening."
"Go ahead and take your revenge," Elrohir laughed.
Elladan grabbed him, hauling him back down on the bed, and pinned him by leaning his weight against his twin's back.
"Legolas," he said. "He's all yours."
Legolas straddled the hapless twin, sitting on his upper thighs. Elladan handed him the peach and the prince bit off a piece and squeezed it between his fingers so that it dripped down over the peredhel's smooth rear end. Elrohir quivered as the drops of juice hit him. Legolas bent down and licked the sweet juice, following its course down into Elrohir's cleft.
"That is delightful, cousin," Elrohir purred.
Elladan closed his eyes and ran his tongue over his lips. "Hmm. I can taste it. You have a delicious ass, gwanunig," he said. "Legolas, nothing would please me more than to watch you take him."
"I promised him that very thing earlier," Legolas said. He reached over to the table and picked up the oil bottle and poured some over Elrohir's rear, then he rubbed his cock along the cleft.
Elrohir groaned. "Get off me, brother. Both of you are too heavy."
Elladan moved aside and then bent and ran his tongue back and forth over Legolas's shaft as it rubbed against Elrohir.
"Uh, that is glorious. Sit up a bit, Elrohir," Legolas said. The twin complied. Legolas moved back and slowly pushed a finger inside him, then adding another. Elrohir groaned and wriggled in a discomfort that they could all feel. Elladan poured more oil over him and pulled his cheeks apart, massaging the oil around the pink, puckered opening as Legolas added a third finger and reaching up high, stroked Elrohir's sensitive gland.
"Oh, better," Elrohir crowed as an arrow of heat shot through him. Elladan and Legolas both gasped as they felt it also.
"Isn't he alluring, Legolas?" whispered Elladan, caressing Elrohir's rear. "Take him, now. He likes it hard."
"You are wicked, brother." Elrohir said, "Be easy at first, Legolas."
"Hard and fast, ernil-bain," laughed Elladan.
Legolas sat up on his knees and positioned himself at Elrohir's entrance. Grasping the peredhel's hips, he slowly pushed himself completely inside. Elrohir grunted in pain, almost immediately followed by a moan of joy as Legolas again hit his pleasure spot.
Legolas's head reeled in delight at the tight heat all about his organ, Elrohir's muscles clenching at the base, coupled with the mirrored sensation of Elrohir's pleasure. He looked over at Elladan whose face was soft with bliss, his eyes closed as he stroked himself with one hand and reached under and grasped Elrohir's organ with the other.
The elven prince began thrusting hard, the triple sensations almost overpowering his ability to move. He had to control it by slipping first into one mind, then the other, then back into his own. He felt himself buried to the hilt within Elrohir, then he slipped to Elrohir's full, stretched, burning sensation, shuddering with the hard motion and the flash of pleasure that coursed through his body as Legolas hit that area inside him, and then to Elladan, with one hand rolling around his hard shaft, the other around his brother's.
"Do you like that, brother?" Elladan asked. "Does he feel good inside you?"
"You know he does," Elrohir gasped, breathing hard. "You share the sensation."
"Yes," Elladan smiled and closed his eyes. "Ah, and now, Legolas, you must stop," he commanded.
"What now, taskmaster?" Legolas moaned as he ceased his movements.
"Ah gods, brother," Elrohir cried. "Torture!"
"No, this is about to get even better," Elladan chuckled. He scooted back along the bed and came up behind Legolas. The prince heard the wet sound of Elladan stroking oil onto himself and then the prince's whole body was pushed forcibly onto Elrohir as he was impaled by the Elladan's huge member.
"Uhhh," Legolas cried out as fire coursed through him, and below him Elrohir also cried and wriggled from side to side.
Elladan thrust hard several strokes, then stopped. "Move, Legolas!" he demanded.
Legolas grabbed Elrohir by the hips, who was down on all fours. He could feel all three of them at once. Elladan thrusting into him; himself surrounded by Elrohir's tight heat; Elrohir's sensation of Legolas filling him; Elladan sharing the prince's sensations of taking his brother; and his twin's response. The rapture was so intense that it bordered on pain.
Elladan set the pace, moving slowly, then gaining in speed like a battering ram. At first Legolas had difficulty coordinating his movements, but soon he was moving in concert between the two.
He closed his eyes and a river of honeyed pain and pleasure buffeted him about. He saw faces of past loved ones, Elwen, and then Aragorn drifting past him, reaching out their hands to him and slipping from his grasp, disappearing in the current. His head went under and he struggled to breathe. He was drowning. Then he sensed the powerful, warm presence of the twins, one on each side, drawing him back to safety, kissing and caressing him to health.
A warmth reverberated through the prince. He could feel the twins' passion: their aching need for each other, the light and rapture of their communion, the tortured undercurrent of darkness and remorse.
Legolas heard Elladan's sensuous voice inside his head. [Elrohir, śthaes-nīn, can you feel me? I am taking you through Legolas. Feel me as you feel him. I am inside you, completing you.]
He heard the answer from Elrohir. [Meleth, I feel you as I sense our beautiful cousin. Ai, release me! You burn my soul!]
[Say it, Elrohir! Tell me!] Elladan commanded.
[You are my sin, my desire, my air to breathe,] Elrohir moaned.
[And without you, I am incomplete, desolate,] thought Elladan. [You are the other half of my heart, my wings, my soul.]
[Legolas, do you feel it? Do you feel our love?]
[I feel it,] Legolas thought. The sensation was overwhelming. [I feel it.] Tears started in his eyes. The heat in his loins had built to a fever pitch. His cock swelled within Elrohir. He thought he would break apart into jagged pieces. Elrohir's hips had turned slippery with sweat under his hands. He could feel his own sweat trickling down his face and chest. Elladan's large member pounded into him, hitting his gland with every thrust, reducing him to a maddened euphoria.
"Elladan!" Legolas cried out loud. "Son of a warg! I can't bear it anymore, release us!"
He heard Elladan's soft laughter. "You have the key, pen-vain. Turn it."
The mirrors of pleasure flashed before his eyes. He pulled himself even more deeply into Elrohir, digging his fingers into his skin and hearing the peredhel cry and moan, feeling his frenzied need. Legolas took a deep breath, feeling that he had clawed his way to the top of a mountain, when suddenly it erupted under his feet, arching in showers of sparks, a flood of pleasure so intense he howled as he emptied himself into Elrohir.
He heard and felt the other two coming simultaneously, the aching sensation roiling around and through them as they uttered guttural moans that came from deep within their chests, a sound as ancient as love itself. He was filled with hot liquid even as he saw the seed spurt from Elrohir.
The pleasure pulsed through Legolas's member and a roaring began in his ears as he continued moving, thrashing out the last drop until his balls ached. Behind him, Elladan cried out in anguish as he gripped Legolas hard.
Finally, gasping and shaking, they came apart and dropped to the bed slowly, like autumn leaves drifting to earth.
For the longest time, no one spoke, molten bliss still reverberating throughout their bodies. Legolas felt that his mind had turned to sand. Every muscle in his body ached. He lay staring blindly at the ceiling.
"Sweet Valar! I am undone," he said huskily.
Elrohir threw an arm over Legolas's chest and nuzzled his ear. "Did we win our wager?" he said.
"Ten-fold, yes," said Legolas, shaking with occasional aftershocks of pleasure. "Tell me, have you tortured anyone else with this *talent*?"
"There have been a handful over the centuries. How do you think we discovered our ability?" Elladan grinned as he moved up to press his warm body on Legolas's other side.
"I imagine those poor souls were never the same again. You two are a menace," said Legolas.
Both twins began laughing.
"I mean it," Legolas said, "I should have you locked away in my father's dungeon."
"As long as you lock us in together," Elrohir said, reaching over Legolas to take Elladan's hand and interlacing their fingers.
"And send us an elf for entertainment, now and again," said Elladan.
"I see. Now that you've given up hunting orcs, you're going to take up ravishing elves," Legolas said.
"Maybe just ravishing you, ernil-bain." Elladan said, picking up one of the prince's thin braids and brushing the tip of his nose with the end. "Tell me, don't you feel better now?"
"Yes." Legolas smiled. "Your healing skills are extraordinary. If word of this got out, I believe your house would always be full of folk wanting your services."
Elladan chuckled. "No, we wouldn't use these particular skills in any but the most unusual of circumstances, such as comforting our favorite Mirkwood prince."
Legolas sat up with a groan and looked toward the window. It was still dark outside. "I wonder what the hour is?" he said.
Elrohir raised himself on one elbow. "Late. Morning approaches," he said.
"I'm going for some air," said Legolas, climbing over Elrohir and stooping to kiss him as he went.
Legolas went into the sitting room and stood before the open doors looking out onto the greying light. The air was cool; the land quiet, as if holding its breath before the approach of day. He felt calm, his body still tingling with delight, his enhanced senses stretching to touch the energy of the world.
He wondered what Aragorn was doing. Did he make love to Arwen tonight? Did he shudder in delight at the touch of her fair skin the way the he had when he first touched Legolas? Had he taken her with gentle passion? Afterward as he held her in his arms, had the king's thoughts drifted with longing to the times the prince had held him? Did those thoughts so disturb him in the night that he got up and paced, and consider going to his elven prince, only to lie back down in despair?
Legolas knew the answer to all of these questions was yes.
He sighed and put a hand to his chest. The terrible pain had dissipated to a dull ache, like a bruise that, when touched, hurts pleasantly. The twins had done their job well, but he knew he'd never be entirely free of the heartache.
The silence was broken by a bird's questioning chirp in the eaves of the building. A few others added their sweet voices. Slowly, as the prince watched, a thin blush on the edge of the horizon grew and spread, deepening to rose and peach, bordered by lavender. The night fled from the searching fingers of fiery Anor as she yawned and stretched from her night's slumber and reached up over the rim of the world.
The prince shivered with pleasure at the sight. How he loved the first light of day!
He sensed the twins coming up behind him. Elladan put an arm over his shoulders and Elrohir slipped one around his waist. They stood in companionable silence watching the sun rise.
"I will never tire of this beauty as long as I live," Legolas breathed.
"And to think, lirimaer," Elladan said softly, "that you would not have seen this splendor this morning if you had carried out your intent last night."
"Promise us, Legolas, never to take that way out of pain," said Elrohir.
"I promise," the prince sighed. "It was a momentary lapse of reason. I am well now, thanks to you. But I still long for him. Even now, I find my thoughts going to him, wondering how he is. Was his night everything he could wish? Does he still think of me?"
"Understandable. That's the nature of love. I imagine you will always feel that way to some extent," said Elrohir. "I wish it could be otherwise. What will you do now?"
Legolas sighed as he looked out over the roofs of buildings revealed in the rosy glow and beyond to the still, dark plains of the Pelennor. "I promised Gimli we'd visit the caves near Helm's Deep and he agreed to go with me to Fangorn. After that, I don't know. But, I think Minas Tirith could use more greenery. In a few years, I may come back and plant some trees. I would return now and again to see . . . just to see how they are growing."
The twins nodded.
"You can't leave him, can you?" said Elrohir. "You won't take ship for a while?"
"No," said Legolas. "I will remain in Middle Earth until Estel has left it."
"I think we will make a similar choice," said Elladan. "Elrohir, we should stay until our sister's passing. Time enough to decide then."
"Agreed," said Elrohir.
Legolas heard the deep sadness and resignation in their voices. Elrohir moved over to Elladan's side and kissed him gently, their lithe bodies melting together as they stroked their hands over each other's backs. In Legolas's mind he heard two clear silvery voices singing an ancient elvish lament.
The prince smiled. He had experienced the depth of their love and it was beautiful to him.
"Well, those days of sorrow are still distant," Legolas said. "What about this lovely new day we have before us?"
The twins smiled at each other.
"I think we should keep our promise to you," said Elladan, a glint coming into his eyes.
"What promise was that?" Legolas said.
"We promised to take you in as many ways as we could think of," said Elladan. "We haven't yet exhausted the possibilities." He slowly ran his hand down Legolas's thigh.
"A worthy goal for the new day, exhausting the possibilities," Elrohir grinned. "Wouldn't you say, pen-vain?"
Legolas laughed as the dawn spread like wings across the sky.
The End
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*gwanunig - twin brother
*pen-vain - beautiful one
*śthaes-nīn - my temptation
*ernil-bain - beautiful prince~*~*~*~
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