Title & Chapter Number: Swords and Seduction: Mirkwood Alliances 8/13
Author(s): - Author's Index
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: Incest. If the twins doing it squicks you out, don't read it.
Betas: Thanks so much to betas and dear friends Dalogas, Dhvana, and Capella for good advice, support and finding all my errant commas. You guys are the best.
Cast: Elladan/Legolas/Elrohir, Legolas/OC, Elladan/Thranduil/Elrohir, Thranduil/Nain II
Timeline: Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: Returning from errantry in the northern wastes, Elrond's sons are attacked by brigands and forced to turn to King Thranduil for help. They encounter a young Legolas, frustrated by his father's restrictions, and a dwarf king who appears to have a crush on Thranduil. All is fair in love and war as the twins set about seducing the beautiful Mirkwood prince and Thranduil seeks to solve the mystery of King Nain's visit.
Notes: This is a FEST fic written for a Waters of Cuivienen challenge in which a young Legolas meets Elrond's sons for the first time in Mirkwood. It is in the same story universe as "Ohtarnil: A Warrior Love," "Dragon Fever," and "Dark to Dawn."
Chapter 8 - Desire
p align="justify"> After what seemed like an eternity of sneaking around and doubling back whenever they heard others approach, Legolas brought the twins to their door. Elladan opened it and they slipped swiftly inside. Elrohir threw the bolt. They all paused and looked at each other, suddenly awkward.
Elrohir turned to his twin, who stood looking at the prince with a charming smile on his handsome face. Elrohir felt a rush of love for him: his serious, intellectual brother, who loved him beyond reason. Elrohir could feel his presence at all times like one feels the sun's warm kiss. He craved it, craved to make it closer, to draw that radiance inside him and then reflect it back. Those moments when they joined mind and body eased the ache in his soul, warmed the darkness within.
But then, he hated the aftermath, when they separated again and he felt that rush of loneliness and guilt. So cold and dreadful.
Legolas, this gorgeous elf, was the key to feeling that connection without the guilt. In the golden light of the hanging lamp, the prince's cheeks blushed with ruddy color, his jewel-blue eyes sparkled with excitement. It made him even more beautiful, if that were possible. Elrohir's need for him was urgent, but now that they were here, he planned to draw the encounter out slowly. The peredhel had a sensual nature and loved his pleasure, both the giving and receiving of it. Over the years, he had honed his art to a fine point. But he had rarely encountered such a lovely elf on which to bestow it or one who affected him so deeply.
Elrohir's cock throbbed its music throughout his entire body. His skin tingled. He felt sensitized to everything around him. He could already taste the prince from afar and the peredhel licked his lips in anticipation.
Elladan had moved over to the table and was pouring a clear liquid into wine glasses. He came over and presented one to Legolas and Elrohir, then he held up the remaining glass. "To an alliance between Mirkwood and Imadris."
Legolas raised his glass, "To an alliance between us," he said. They all took a drink. Legolas ran a tongue across his lips, looking pleased. "Miruvor, but with something else in it that I don't recognize."
Elrohir took another swallow, allowing the heavy, sweet fluid to flow over his tongue, tasting the herbs that Elladan had infused in it earlier. A warm sense of well-being flowed through him. Ah, his talented brother, skilled at so many things, including manipulation of the senses.
He turned and met Legolas's eyes, feeling the air between them vibrating as if he had plucked a single strand of a web connecting the three of them. He knew the prince was beginning to feel it. The look of desire on the golden-haired elf's face filled a need of his own. Oh, he would play him now until that face was contorted in ecstasy. The dance was about to begin.
Elrohir crossed the room to him. "A special recipe developed by my brother. It will relax you." He drained his glass and watched Legolas do likewise. Then he took both glasses and set them on the table.
"I can feel it taking effect," Legolas said in wonder. "What a sensation! Like being slightly drunk, but awakening the senses, not deadening them."
"Glad you like it," Elladan inclined his head with a smile, then finished the last swallow.
Elrohir came close and brushed his cheek by Legolas's, inhaling him deeply. He smelled like sandalwood. He could feel the prince's heat, his excitement. Elrohir touched his lips to the prince's, enjoying the eagerness of Legolas's response. Such a sensuous mouth!
Elladan approached them, slipping an arm around Legolas's waist. "Elrohir, don't you think it's hot in here?"
"Quite hot, indeed," Elrohir said. "The cure for that would be fewer clothes."
"I don't know if that would cure it at all," Legolas smiled. "I think it might get hotter."
"All the better! Allow me, Prince," Elrohir began skillfully unlacing Legolas's jerkin. He drew it off and threw it on a chair. "Oh, this is like unwrapping a birthday present!"
Elrohir turned to Elladan, laughing, his anticipation growing as both twins pulled off Legolas's tunic, revealing his strong, smooth chest and rosy nipples.
"And it's not even our birthday." Elladan drew the back of his hand down Legolas's cheek, then brushed his fingers over the prince's shoulder and across the slightly raised platform of his pectoral muscles, dipping to circle around a nipple. Elrohir watched Legolas's eyelids flutter briefly.
"He is so beautiful, Elladan," said Elrohir, devouring the prince with his eyes. "How many ways do you think we can take him?" He smiled as he heard Legolas's soft gasp. He added his hands to Elladan's ministrations, gliding his fingertips in slow circles.
The younger twin bent and kissed Legolas on the chest. He moved downward, his tongue darting out to lick and then nip the prince's firm flesh. He found a nipple and sucked it into his mouth, the rounded nub growing hard. Legolas twitched and moaned and Elrohir looked sideways to meet Elladan's gaze as his twin rapidly licked the prince's other nipple.
"Uh, this is unfair," Legolas groaned. "You two are still clothed. I want . . ."
"What do you want?" Elrohir licked a long path up Legolas's chest and looked in his eyes.
"I want to feel your skin against mine," Legolas breathed.
"Whatever you wish," said Elladan. "We always reward an elf who speaks his needs, don't we, Elro?"
The twins left Legolas's side and moved towards each other, slowly. When they touched, Elrohir began undoing the clasp of Elladan's cloak and allowing it to fall off his shoulders. At the same time, Elladan's fingers worked on Elrohir's pin. Shortly the rest of their clothes hit the ground, until they were clad only in their velvet leggings. They ran their hands over each other, touching and squeezing as they stared into each other's eyes. Their glossy, black manes flowed over their backs. Their pale skin glowed tawny in the golden lamp light.
With increasing heat, Legolas watched them slowly undress each other. It was clear this wasn't the first time they had done it and he began to suspect that their relationship may be of a more sensuous nature than he had thought. He wondered if this should shock him. He couldn't imagine feeling that way about his own brother.
Almost as if he divined the prince's thoughts, Elrohir turned to look at him. "You asked before, pen-vain, if my brother and I were close." He slid his hand over Elladan's hard pectoral muscles and ran his thumb across a nipple.
Elladan sighed. "We are as close as a sword encased in its sheath, and we like to share . . . everything," he said. He pulled Elrohir's chin towards him, kissing him passionately. They folded their arms about each other and their hips met and flexed together.
Chills ran through the prince.
The younger twin broke away and turned back to Legolas. "Does this bother you?" he asked as his hand dipped down to cup the bulge in his brother's crotch.
Legolas gulped and shook his head, ever so slightly.
Elrohir left his brother and curled his body around Legolas's side. "You didn't answer my question, Princeling?" he said.
"I fear that I find it . . . arousing," Legolas murmured, blushing.
"I knew he was the right one," Elrohir said to his brother, who moved up along Legolas's other side.
Elladan tongued the prince's ear. "We are trusting you, Prince, with our secret. You must never reveal it." He leaned his forehead against Legolas's. The prince heard the peredhel speak a strange series of words in his head.
"I promise," Legolas gasped.
"I know you do." Elladan smiled in a knowing manner. Legolas felt his head reeling and his legs becoming unsteady. The room was throbbing in a strange manner. It suddenly occurred to him that the twins were sorcerers and could kill him with pleasure if they so chose. He closed his eyes.
Elrohir took the prince by the hand, interlacing their fingers. "Come, now. Come and lie with us." The younger twin gently pulled Legolas to the two beds that they had pushed together, threw back the covers, and drew him down onto it. He propped himself up on one elbow and wrapped a leg over the prince, bringing their hips into close contact.
"Let me make love to you, ernil-bain," Elrohir said, as his lips tickled the prince's tender ears.
Legolas felt the bed depress as Elladan settled behind him. The older twin began drawing his hands through Legolas's hair, sifting the strands through his fingers. The sensation was extremely pleasant.
Leoglas sighed deeply as he looked into Elrohir's eyes, the peredhel's pupils like black pools. Elrohir turned his head and opened his mouth as if to kiss the prince, but he stopped just as their lips brushed. The peredhel inhaled deeply.
What was he doing? Legolas thought. He waited and the twin withdrew a few inches, then moved forward, flicking a long tongue to touch the prince's lips, then retreating again.
"You are teasing me," Legolas growled.
"No, just testing you. You were submissive with your previous lover, weren't you?" Elrohir said.
"How do you know?"
"I can tell by your reaction. You wait for my move." He bent forward and kissed him, then looked at him again. "There, see what you did just now? That little dip of the chin. I think, pen-vain, you would like it the other way."
"The other way?" Legolas asked tentatively.
"My beauty, I think you would like to take me. To slam yourself into me to the root. What do you think?"
Legolas felt himself growing harder, his lust increasing. How did he know, the sorcerer? He put an arm around Elrohir and drew him close. "You promised me as much when I bested you in battle today."
"So I did," Elrohir laughed.
"Did you promise that, Elrohir?" said Elladan, stroking his hands down the prince's back. He whispered in the prince's ear. "Legolas, I made no such promise. And I like it on top."
"But there is only one of me," Legolas said, somewhat plaintively.
"Indeed yes," said Elrohir and his wolf-like eyes glowed. "The possibilities when you add another partner become ever more interesting. Would you like to experience us both at the same time?"
"Sweet Valar," breathed Legolas, as he felt Elladan's hand slip into the back of his leggings, caressing his buttocks and pulling them apart slightly.
"Be forceful with me, prince," whispered Elrohir. "And tonight you may enjoy it both ways."
In answer, Legolas grasped Elrohir by the back of the head and pulled him into a kiss. This time Elrohir responded by opening his mouth wide and thrusting his tongue into the prince's mouth. Legolas pushed him over and slid on top of him, kissing him as he'd never kissed anyone before, their tongues rolling about each other. Vaguely through his heat, Legolas felt Elladan's soft lips nibbling down his spine.
Elrohir smiled to himself as he felt the prince coming into his own, gathering confidence, ravishing his mouth. Much potential, young one, he thought. I shall enjoy teaching you. When he finally pulled free from the kiss, he said, "You know it is only fair that in return I should take you."
"I give to Elrond's sons," said Legolas happily. "Whatever you desire. I am yours."
"Aha, the enemy has surrendered," Elladan said.
Elrohir laughed. "We will all taste victory."
"What do you want us to do?" Elladan said into Legolas's ear, pressing his loins onto the prince's hip and rubbing hard.
"Tell us, wood elf," said Elrohir.
"I want to feel your mouth on me, " Legolas whispered and then blushed as he turned to Elladan. "Both of your mouths, at the same time."
"Ah, greedy, isn't he?" said Elladan.
"I like his greed," said Elrohir. "Legolas, go and sit up against the headboard."
Elladan got up and propped some pillows at the end of the bed, then guided Legolas up to lean back against them. He poured another glass of the enhanced miruvor, took a swallow himself, and handed it to Legolas. "Don't drink it all, I may have a need for it," the twin said, licking his lips.
Meanwhile, Elrohir busied himself unlacing the prince's leggings, guiding them over his hips, and flinging them onto the floor. Legolas's hardened member sprang forth.
"Ah," Elrohir cooed. He gently wrapped his hand around the prince's cock and slid it up and down, admiring the long, ivory shaft. "You are exquisite, Prince, in every part. Wouldn't you agree, Ladan?"
"Most definitely."
"Take your leggings off," Legolas commanded. "Both of you. I won't be the only one so displayed."
"Coming into his new role well, isn't he?" purred Elladan.
The older twin came around to Elrohir's side of the bed and the two of them stood and undid each other's leggings, simultaneously sliding them down and off. Legolas's eyes widened as he looked at their generous cocks, released now, hard and yearning. He took a swallow of the miruvor and felt the heat course down his throat. He couldn't even think about what was coming, all he could do was revel in the sensations of the moment: the cool touch of rain-moist air on his throbbing member, the sweet taste of the drink, the sight of the naked peredhil's round buttocks thrusting gently toward one another.
Elladan sat on the edge of bed near Legolas, leaning back on his elbows and allowing Legolas to get a good look at his engorged member, surrounded by a halo of dark, silky hair. Legolas gasped as he watched Elrohir sink to his knees and engulf his brother's cock in his mouth, sliding up and down, while Elladan threw back his head and released a deep, breathy groan. Elrohir brought his hands around his twin's waist and licked and sucked on him as one might a piece of hard candy.
Legolas thought he might come and neither of them had touched him yet. Unconsciously he reached down and took his member in his hand, pulling gently, and using his thumb to smear the fluid over the tip.
Elrohir came off his twin, still stroking him with a twisting motion as he turned to look at Legolas. "Is that what you want, my Prince?" he purred, leaning over to kiss his brother's cock. Elladan shuddered.
"Gods, yes," cried Legolas.
The twins' eyes glowed in the half light. Elladan went around the bed and slid in on one side and Elrohir came around the other. Elladan took the glass from Legolas's hand and poured a small amount of the miruvor into the prince's navel, where it spread out in a tiny pool seeping in parallel lines over his corded abdomen. The miruvor at first felt cool and then began to heat up on Legolas's skin.
Elrohir moved in and licked at the fluid, enjoying the feel of the prince's stomach muscles rippling under his tongue. He slowly licked down along the crease between his leg and hip then ran his tongue up along Legolas's cock. He withdrew and Elladan did the same thing, moving a little faster. They continued alternating, more quickly each time, until the miruvor was gone. Elrohir slid his hand over the prince's balls and cupped them, squeezing gently, at the same time both twins licked slowly up the prince's shaft, their tongues meeting and curling around him until they reached the tip. They kissed each other, around the head of the prince's cock, using their tongues to tease him to distraction, while Elrohir stroked Legolas's shaft with his hand.
The prince reached back and grasped the pillows, kneading them in his hands, as he thrashed and cried out.
"Ai, you are undoing me. Finish it!" he cried.
"You heard the prince," said Elladan. "Finish him, brother. I want to watch."
Elrohir's lips curled wickedly into a smile. He sank his mouth down onto Legolas's member, taking the hot column of hard flesh tenderly, and slowly beginning a long glide down, then back up. Enveloping the prince's entire shaft, he moved his mouth and tongue in a manner that maddened the elf.
Legolas moaned and cried and thrust his hips. The feel of the peredhel's hair as it brushed like silk upon his thighs added to the sensation of that hot mouth working its devastating magic. But he couldn't come, not quite yet. Elrohir's pace was just short of what he needed.
"Faster," he cried as he reached down and laced his fingers in the peredhel's soft hair.
Elrohir increased his pace to that perfect rhythm. Legolas looked over at Elladan and found him staring at them with lust-darkened eyes, his hand stroking his shaft in time with Elrohir's movements.
It was too much. Legolas threw his head back and cried aloud as he erupted into the twin's mouth. Elrohir pulled off him just as the fountain began and let him spurt all over as he continued stroking him and catching the sweet, creamy spray on his tongue. Elladan moved in quickly and lapped at it as well, then turned and kissed Elrohir. Elrohir moaned softly as he stuck out his tongue and Elladan nipped and licked at it.
"Hmmm, Legolas, you taste good," said Elladan.
They took turns licking the prince's softening cock clean and Legolas thought he might die of delight. Oh gods, may this night last forever, he thought.
Finally, the twins moved up alongside the prince, each throwing an arm over him. Legolas was fairly wriggling with pleasure between the two of them.
"That was enchanting," the prince said.
"Oh, he thinks that was good," Elrohir laughed.
"You haven't felt anything yet, ernil-bain," Elladan said, reaching up and stroking his face.
"That was a mere prelude," Elrohir said, his eyes smoky, "for the main course to come. And you know, we've not been sated yet." He pressed his hard cock against Legolas's hip.
"How may I remedy your condition?" Legolas asked.
The twins looked at each other and smiled.
"I can imagine a number of cures," Elladan said. "Each delightful in its own way and we still have many hours until dawn."
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