Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 4/16
Author(s): & - Author's Index
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not own these characters; they are the property of JRR Tolkien and his estate. We are not making money off this story; it was written for the pure pleasure of it.
Warnings: Slight angst, graphic homoerotic (slash) content, incest.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Haldir/Glorfindel, Elladan/Elrohir, Legolas/Elrohir, Thranduil/Elladan
Timeline: TA AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: The sequel to "Peace Offerings". Glorfindel and Haldir escort the twins to Mirkwood at Galadriel's request in the hopes of forming a political union. Elladan and Elrohir's plan to seduce the Prince of Mirkwood is foiled when they are summoned to Thranduil's chambers; the twins and Thranduil have a talk; Elrohir gets a gift; Elladan gets a night he will never forget.
Thranduil sent for his page and instructed him to summon Elladan and Elrohir to his chambers shortly after his son left to meet with Erestor. He intended to see first hand what these two were about before letting them be alone with his beloved Greenleaf. He had suspicions about the true nature of the twins' relationship, and he knew they would be unable to hide it from him once he had them to himself.
He had known, even before Galadriel sent them, that a match would not be made between his sons and those of Elrond. While Elladan and Elrohir were indeed beautiful and intelligent, if not a bit precocious, Legolas had made his intentions clear early on, and Galathil was not yet ready to bond with anyone, let alone one as challenging as Elladan or Elrohir.
His eldest son had many lessons to learn before he could assume such a role, and the Chief Counselor of Imladris was just the one to teach him to him. Thranduil closed his eyes, remembering his own lessons learned at Erestor's knee, how proud he had once been, how arrogant, and how quickly and concisely Erestor worked that out of him. He owed the Noldo much; he would not be the ruler he was, the soldier he had been during the trying times of the Last Alliance, without the discipline and respect he learned through Erestor's tutelage.
No match would be made this trip, though the twins would serve his purposes nonetheless.
~*~*~*~
Legolas paused at the door to Elladan's room and smiled, opening it and motioning to them to enter ahead of him. Elrohir crossed through first, followed by his elder twin, his heart beginning to increase its tempo in anticipation of delights to come. Elladan cast a predatory glance Legolas' way as he walked through the doorway and the Sinda Prince just smiled sweetly. He knew what awaited the cocky sons of Elrond.
Right on cue, his father's page arrived, announcing to the twins that the King requested their presence in his chambers. Legolas feigned disappointment and whispered to them as they crossed back through, "I will wait here for you, my friends."
Elladan and Elrohir grumbled under their breath as they followed the page to the King's chambers. Silently Elrohir reached out to his brother, **What do you think he wants?**
Elladan responded without words, **I imagine he wishes to insure that we treat his youngest with respect.**
Elrohir snorted, causing the page to cast a glance over his shoulder as he continued leading them down the corridor.
**Careful, gwanur,** Elladan chided silently, **Thranduil is not one to be trifled with.**
They arrived at the door to the King's chambers and the page knocked, Thranduil's deep voice granting entrance to his visitors.
Elladan and Elrohir crossed the threshold to Thranduil's quarters and smiled politely, bowing their heads and covering their hearts with their hands. "My Lord," they greeted him in unison, "you wished to speak with us?"
"That I did," Thranduil replied smoothly, "please, sit."
The door latched shut behind them.
Elladan and Elrohir took seats opposite the King by the fire and folded their hands in their laps, looking expectantly into his eyes.
Not more than a heartbeat in time passed before Elladan sensed it, those sapphire eyes held more than polite interest, they were probing, questing, for an answer; an answer the King suspected he already had. Against his will, his skin flushed beneath that powerful, seductive gaze and he felt his breathing grow shallow, his heart fluttering in his chest.
Elrohir sensed it soon after, and his twin's reaction to it frightened him. He struggled to regain Elladan's attention, silently calling to him, but finding his calls unheeded.
"I see no reason for pretense," the King began slowly, "I will tell you the reason you are here." He felt the panic growing in Elrohir's psyche and he shifted his gaze to the younger twin. "It appears my son and I share a common bond with the two of you."
Elladan swallowed and croaked out a reply, "I am sure we do not know what you mean, my Lord."
"No?" Thranduil asked without looking at him. "I believe your brother does…"
All color drained from Elrohir's face as Thranduil leveled his gaze upon him. He felt the King's thoughts like fingers, seductively caressing his mind, entreating him to divulge what he already believed he knew. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was as dry as stone, his tongue felt thick like cotton batting, and he could hear his own breath rasping in his throat. **Oh no…** his panicked mind began to spin, **he knows, he knows about us…** He could not hear Elladan's thoughts beseeching him to be quiet to say nothing. He took a ragged breath and began, "My Lord, please, you can not tell anyone what you know… it would be the end of us, I cannot live…"
Thranduil held up his hand and calmly answered, "Silence, Elrohir."
Elrohir fell to his knees at Thranduil's feet, begging, "Please, my Lord. I will do anything you ask, anything, just do not tell our father, do not tell anyone."
The sight of the young Peredhil at his feet begging for his mercy touched his heart, and he reached down and caressed Elrohir's hair softly. "Ssssh, pen neth," he said quietly, "fear me not."
The King's touch upon his head lulled him into a peaceful silence and he rested his head upon Thranduil's knee, still not hearing his twin's pleading voice in his mind.
Thranduil shifted his gaze to Elladan who glared back at him with a mixture of anger and confusion. "So, it appears I was correct about what I saw at dinner," he said quietly. "I can see by the way you look at me that you believe that I will use this information against you."
Elladan practically growled, "You already are, as you have somehow removed my brother from my grasp. What devilry is this, my Lord? What craft do you use to weave this spell?"
Thranduil smiled and Elladan felt his heart skip again. "I assure you, I weave no spell, my dear Peredhil. I merely gave Elrohir the opportunity to do what he needed to do, unburden his heart to me." He gazed deep into Elladan's eyes. "I believe we can help each other, Elladan, if you so desire."
Elladan struggled to resist that seductive gaze, but found his attention wandering over the King's fine form. He reclined in his chair, one ringed hand caressing Elrohir's hair, the other resting upon the arm of the chair. His unbound, flaxen mane spilled over his shoulders, and the thin velvet robe he wore clung to every curve as if it were a second skin. The longer he looked at him, the harder it was to resist the Sinda's pull upon his more animal instincts. That voice, so deep, so melodious, so sensual, began to slowly hypnotize him, and he began to let go of his anger, of the defenses he had so carefully put into place so long ago.
Thranduil smiled and continued. "The relationship the two of you share is a special, if not complicated one, and there are many who would not understand it. I, however, do, as does Legolas. You see, while the two of you are special, you are not entirely unique."
Elrohir lifted his head and gazed with wide pewter eyes into the King's face. "You mean… Legolas and Galathil?" he asked with the innocence of an elfling.
Thranduil smiled down at him and laughed softly. "No, not Galathil, pen neth. My eldest is more traditional than that. I speak of Legolas and myself." He shifted his gaze back to Elladan, his hand never missing a stroke upon Elrohir's hair. "I love my son, more than anything upon this earth. And not so long ago, I realized what a special gift he is to me, how fortunate I am to have the love of one so pure and kind. But laws of our kind dictate I cannot be the one to bring him into adulthood, he must come to me as a mature elf, knowledgeable in the ways of the heart and the flesh. This is where the two of you may be of help."
Elladan smiled wryly and answered, "You want us to deflower him for you."
Thranduil smiled in return. "Wise as well as beautiful. Yes, I want you to make my son an adult."
Elladan sat back in his chair and quietly answered, "We could have done that already had you not interrupted us, my Lord."
Thranduil laughed softly. "I suppose so. However, before I give you so precious a gift, I must know you are worthy of it."
Elladan felt a faint throbbing in his loins as the King spoke; he knew where this was going. "So, you intend to sample us. Is that it?"
Thranduil laughed again, this time heartily. "You are not a crop of spring berries, though, I imagine you taste as sweet. I do not intend to sample you, I intend to see that you possess the proper knowledge and skill that befits one who pleasures my son." His lips turned up in a smile as he glanced down at Elrohir, who still rested comfortably at his feet. "You see," he continued, "Legolas is more than a mere archer from Lórien, he is a Prince, from an ancient and noble line. He will require special treatment."
Elladan's eyes widened as he watched Thranduil pick thoughts from his twin's brain like trinkets from a box. **How does he do that?** he wondered.
"It is quite simple really," the King answered, discerning the elder twin's thoughts. "I make him feel safe, which he is, I show him kindness and affection, and then all I have to do is ask." He laughed softly. "Elladan, there are precious few who can hide what is in their mind from me, the Lady of Light being one of them. I have known, or at least strongly suspected, what was between you and your brother since you have arrived. I also know what is in my son's mind at this moment, as he reclines upon Elrohir's bed, waiting for him."
"Elrohir?" Elladan asked with no small amount of confusion. "But I thought…"
Thranduil smiled as a parent smiles at a confused child. "You thought he would have you first. But it was Elrohir's gentle touch and alluring smile that won his heart. His first time will be sweetness and gentle caresses, whispered words of affection and passionate kisses. Those things are not your forte, Elladan. You are like a wolf, single-minded, determined, predatory. No, those qualities are better suited for one more like yourself I think."
The King looked down at Elrohir and called to him softly, "It is time now, pen neth…"
Elrohir looked up at him and slowly rose to his feet as Thranduil stood before him. "What shall I do, my Lord?" he asked quietly.
Thranduil caressed his face and whispered, "Kiss me as you intend to kiss my son."
Elrohir rose to the balls of his feet and placed the softest, most gentle of kisses upon the King's lips. He moaned quietly as Thranduil's hands slid around his back, one hand travelling up into his hair and the other down to caress his buttocks. He arched his back and opened his mouth to the King's questing tongue, whimpering at the sheer passion and gentleness of it.
When Thranduil released him he murmured against his lips, "You know what to do now. Go to my son, make love to him with the reverence he deserves."
Elrohir nodded and smiled. "I will, my Lord." He turned and left the King's chamber without so much as a look at his elder twin.
Elladan sat in the chair caught between wanting to run after Elrohir and being utterly helpless to do so. He looked up at Thranduil who stood before him, his hand outstretched, and he felt as if he were floating as he rose from the chair, crossing the room to him and falling into his embrace.
Thranduil caressed Elladan's face with the back of one hand. "Now for you, draug nín. For you, I have something very different in mind." He led Elladan from his sitting room into his bedchamber.
~*~*~*~
Elrohir walked through the corridors as if in a trance. He opened the door to his bedchamber and crossed the threshold closing the door behind him. His eyes immediately found the bed and the treasure that reclined upon it. Legolas was draped across the rich velvet coverlets wearing nothing but a deep green loincloth. The light of the fire that warmed the room danced across his ivory skin, causing it to glow as if lit from within. He paused and took in the vision before him, thinking he had seen few so beautiful.
"I have been waiting for you, Elrohir," his honeyed voice crooned. "I hope my father did not unnerve you too much."
Elrohir crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out and caressing one long, elegantly curved thigh. "By Elbereth," he whispered. "You are beautiful, Legolas."
Legolas smiled gently and sat forward, reaching out and enfolding Elrohir in his long arms. "Make love to me, Elrohir. Show me what it means to know love and pleasure."
Elrohir pressed his lips against Legolas' and moaned quietly into the kiss. His pulse quickened as the Prince's long fingers slowly unfastened his tunic and reached inside, exploring his soft warm flesh hungrily.
Elrohir delved deeper into Legolas' mouth as he leaned into him, his hands caressing every curve and plane of the Prince's lithe form. He shivered as his tunic fell away and Legolas touched him oh so softly, hands and fingers memorizing his back, arms, shoulders and chest. Fingers danced across his heated flesh, and he moaned again, his body was afire, immersed in the smell and taste of Legolas.
His hand drifted down Legolas' abdomen, softly ghosting over his rising arousal.
Legolas broke from their kiss and leaned his head back, breathlessly whispering, "Ai, yes…"
Elrohir smiled against Legolas' neck and felt the string to his own leggings come loose. He groaned as long archer's fingers reached inside and found his heated length. "Aniron lle, bain nín."
"Take me, Elrohir. Show me, I want to know everything." Legolas whispered breathlessly.
Elrohir gently guided Legolas to his back and grasped the strings holding his loincloth. He gently tugged it down over the Prince's hips, his eyes hungrily taking in the beautiful sight before him.
He rose from the bed just long enough to quickly step out of his leggings, and then he lowered himself to Legolas, pressing the length of his body against the Prince's lithe frame.
In a lavish room on the other side of the caves, Thranduil closed his eyes, feeling all that Legolas felt, each touch, each kiss, and he smiled. His son had indeed chosen well.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil circled Elladan like a predatory cat, imagining all the ways he could bring this wild one to heal. "So, pen rhovan, it is just you and me now. Two predators, willful, strong, hungry." He reached out and drew his finger down Elladan's spine, smiling as the Peredhil arched away from it. "Who will be the master and who will be the slave, I wonder?" he crooned.
Elladan struggled with all his might not to fall to the King's seductive advances, but each touch, each word, made it harder to resist. "I do not fear you," he said defiantly.
Thranduil laughed softly. "Indeed? Well, I would not have you fear me, pen rhovan. But you will respect me, and you will obey me."
"I obey no one but my father." Elladan responded with a clenched jaw.
Thranduil stopped behind him and pulled his hair away from his back, laying it over his shoulder. His hands roamed the Peredhil's tense body as his lips caressed his ear. "You WILL obey ME, I promise you." He drew his tongue along the curve of Elladan's ear and felt the tremor that wracked his lithe frame. "You have had your way for far too long, pen rhovan. You have grown far too accustomed to taking what you want; using your wiles against those who are helpless to resist, like young Rúmil…"
"How…" Elladan began, then he knew how; Thranduil could see into his mind and read it like a book.
"I am no young virgin, Elladan. I know things you have not dreamed of yet, have done things you cannot even imagine. My body is no pliable willow that will bend to your will. I am as unyielding as the mountains, and as hot as the fires beneath them. I will burn you, pen rhovan, and I will teach you what you have been afraid to know."
Each touch drove him onward, he was trembling with a mixture of fear and need, fighting to resist the temptation to turn in the King's arms and yield to him utterly.
"Let go of your pride, Elladan. It serves you not. You will never know yourself until you have been stripped of it. Do not make me take it from you, Elladan, I do not wish to do that."
Elladan groaned as Thranduil's palm slid over the rising bulge in his leggings and he arched slightly into his touch. He cried out against his will, "Ai!"
"Yield to me, Elladan. I will not harm you, I will only give you pleasure." Thranduil slowly caressed Elladan's arousal with his palm, delving further between his legs with each stroke, until he found the taut pouch that lay beneath his arousal and rolled it against his hand.
Elladan whimpered as his knees buckled and he felt Thranduil catch him with his strong arm. The King manipulated him with increased vigor and he felt the telltale signs of his release building faster. "Saes, hir nín," he pleaded.
"Come for me, bain nín. Do it now…" Thranduil commanded.
Elladan whimpered and shook his head vigorously. "No," he croaked. "Not like this, not like I were…" He cried out as his release soaked his leggings and shudders wracked his lithe frame. It had been years since he remembered being so undone by so simple an action. His eyes closed as he trembled, sinking into the King's arms.
~*~*~*~
Legolas arched his back and gasped as Elrohir's lips caressed his heated length. He wadded the bedcovers in his fists as he pleaded breathlessly with his lover.
Elrohir smiled as he leisurely caressed Legolas' quivering shaft with his tongue, occasionally drifting to the tip to lap up the opalescent seed that leaked from the small opening. "Patience, bain nín," he whispered. "You want me to teach you well, do you not?"
Legolas swallowed and nodded. "Yes, I do."
Elrohir looked up at the Prince and smiled. "Then trust me, we have hours yet to explore one another."
Legolas craned his neck and looked down at Elrohir. "All right, I will try," he answered softly.
Elrohir returned his attention to his lover's length and responded, "Everything about you is beautiful, even this…" he pursed his lips and sucked upon the tip of Legolas' length.
"Ai! By the Valar!" Legolas groaned as he flopped back to the bed with a soft thud.
Elrohir chuckled softly, his breath fluttering along the length of swollen flesh, then smiled. "Alright, rwalaer. I will take pity on you, but this will be the last time…" He opened his mouth and took the Prince's length in.
A string of garbled Sindarin escaped Legolas' lips as Elrohir consumed him. He struggled to thrust into the wet and warm heaven of his lover's mouth, but Elrohir held his hips down to the bed. He hooked one leg over Elrohir's back, panting heavily as sensations he had only previously imagined flooded his young body. Finally, Elrohir released his hips and he thrust deep into his mouth, moaning with abandon. He felt the pads of Elrohir's fingers circle his entrance and he cried out, spilling down his lover's throat.
He collapsed upon the bed, heaving a ragged sigh of bliss, shivering with delight as Elrohir gently cleaned him with his tongue. "Oh my…" he whispered. "That was…"
"Incredible? Amazing? Fantastic?" Elrohir teased.
Legolas nodded vigorously. "Yes…" he waived his hand, "that is it, what you just said…"
Elrohir laughed heartily and slid up Legolas' body, gathering his limp form in his arms. "Rest now, melethron. There will be more instruction later."
Legolas felt Elrohir's arousal press against his thigh. "But you…" he began.
Elrohir pressed his fingers to Legolas' lips. "Sssh… Legolas. Rest now, I can wait."
Legolas purred in contentment as he curled against Elrohir and drifted into reverie.
~*~*~*~
When Elladan next opened his eyes, he lay upon Thranduil's bed, his garments removed. He stretched like a great cat, groaning and blinking sleepily before resting his gaze upon the King.
Thranduil leaned against a post at the foot of the bed, his ankles crossed, and his robe open to the waist. "Sleep well, pen rhovan?" he asked softly.
Elladan withdrew a little toward the head of the bed and pulled his knees up to his chest. "How long have I been asleep?" he asked quietly.
"A short while," Thranduil responded. "That was… traumatic for you, was it not?" he asked quietly.
Elladan wrapped his arms around his knees and nodded slightly.
"I am sorry, mellonamin. But I had to make you let go. You would not see it any other way." He sat forward and reached for Elladan's leg, pulling back as he saw him grow tense. "You have never had this experience, have you? You have always been the one in control?"
Elladan nodded slowly, blinking back tears that stung his eyes. "How long will you keep us apart?" he asked, his voice sounding like an elfling to his own ears.
Thranduil sighed and looked at the bed. "Until his task is done. He cannot give my son what he truly needs if you are there with him. I am sorry, Elladan, but Legolas' happiness is my main concern."
"You mean your only concern," Elladan answered with bitterness.
"Nay, that is not true, pen rhovan," Thranduil answered. "Do you really want to see what happens between them? Do you want to know what Elrohir feels as he makes love to my son?"
Elladan pondered the question for a moment, and realized that he did not want to know what Elrohir was like without him. "No," he said flatly. He took a deep breath and looked into Thranduil's eyes. "But why does he not feel what I do? Why is he so…"
"Happy?" Thranduil finished the question for him.
A tear traced down Elladan's cheek and he dropped his forehead to his folded arms. "Oh… what have I done?" his voice was thick with sorrow. "What have I done to him?"
Thranduil moved to sit next to Elladan and took his resistant body in his arms. "He has no guilt to bear, Elladan; that is why he is happy right now and you are not. You struggle under the weight of this guilt everyday. Elrohir has no guilt; you made sure of that when you did what you did. You left him no choice, you took from him, thereby leaving him blameless." He stroked Elladan's hair. "But what you have done, Elladan, is give him the greatest love he will ever know in his long life. You have given him a precious gift. Do not let the archaic teachings of your elders rule your heart. You know where it belongs, follow it."
Elladan wiped his eyes and looked up at Thranduil. "How can I be happy when I always have to guard against those who would tear us apart?"
Thranduil smiled and answered, "I do believe I can help you with that, bain nín. But in order for me to help you, you must trust me."
Elladan sighed and looked at a vacant spot on the wall across the room. He slowly turned his gaze back to Thranduil and whispered, "I will try."
Thranduil gently took Elladan's face in his hands and whispered, "Just relax, pen rhovan, let me guide you, yield yourself to me."
Elladan slowly felt himself fall under the King's seductive spell and he closed his eyes as he felt Thranduil's silken lips touch his own.
He was sliding down the head of the bed, covered by Thranduil's body, the King's silk robe caressing his skin with maddening heat. He opened his mouth to Thranduil's questing tongue, moaning wantonly into the deepest kiss he had ever experienced. He lifted one leg and wrapped it around the Sinda, running his hands into Thranduil's hair and undulating beneath his weight.
Thranduil moaned softly, Elladan's kiss was more delectable than he had imagined. The Peredhil tasted and felt so good, and it had been several months since he had a lover in his bed. He felt the slow burn of desire light inside him and he pressed Elladan further into the bed, consuming his mouth with heated intensity.
He slowly worked his way down Elladan's smooth chest, working each nipple until his lover cried out. He delved into Elladan's navel with his tongue, chasing it as it flinched away and a gasp issued from the Perehil's trembling form. He moved lower, savoring the musky scent and flavor of his new lover, his lips brushing through the hair that grew around his arousal before concentrating on his heated length.
Elladan arched and moaned wantonly, his hands flying up to grasp the headboard as Thranduil took him into his mouth. The King wasted no time, immediately taking him into the back of his throat and swallowing him whole. "By Elbereth!" he groaned, his release building faster with each stroke of the King's talented tongue. He cried out as he reached climax, spilling down his lover's throat.
Thranduil swallowed him hungrily, lapping up every precious drop of his essence. He then continued lower, lapping at the taut pouch of skin below Elladan's arousal and smiling at the whimpering cry that issued from his ripe lips. He then leisurely continued further back, his tongue flicking against the Peredhil's entrance.
Elladan groaned and spread his legs wantonly as Thranduil's tongue teased his entrance. "Yes… oh please, yes…" he begged, his own voice sounding as foreign to him as anything in his life.
Thranduil thrust his tongue inside Elladan's trembling body, gripping his hips in his strong hands as Elladan cried out in pleasure. He retreated from the inviting body of his lover just long enough to remove his robe, revealing his strong body to Elladan's hungry eyes. He leaned over and retrieved a vial of oil he kept by the bed. He worked the oil into his length and fingers with long, slow strokes, gazing into Elladan's dark eyes as he went about his task.
"I am going to bury myself in you, Elladan," Thranduil crooned seductively, "as you once did to the one you love so long ago. Yield to me as Elrohir yielded to you. I promise you, you will not regret it."
Elladan nodded, lust now overriding his mind. He lifted his hips and spread his legs, gripping the headboard until his knuckles were white. It had been so long since he had allowed anyone to do this to him, even Elrohir. He groaned then cried out as Thranduil pushed inside his body, feeling impossibly full, stretched beyond what he thought he could bear. He wondered how many times Elrohir had felt this way, feeling as he did now when Thranduil sheathed himself inside him.
"Ssshh… relax melethron," Thranduil whispered. "I can feel it has been quite sometime since you last experienced this… just relax and yield to me, pen rhovan."
Elladan took deep breaths, blinking back tears that threatened to fall, slowly relaxing into Thranduil's soothing caresses upon his face and chest. He slowly began to move against his lover, guiding him to the spot that would cause him to fall with abandon.
Thranduil flexed his hips and found his mark, sending tremors through Elladan's lithe body as his lover cried out in ecstasy. He thrust forward and pulled back, each time finding his target with increased accuracy, watching Elladan lose himself in pleasure.
"So beautiful," he whispered, "So utterly undone. You are a treasure, pen rhovan."
His lover's tight body squeezed him mercilessly and he grasped Elladan's reawakened arousal with his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He groaned as Elladan found his release and spilled over his hand, his lover's body constricting around him, milking his own climax from him. He dropped his head and moaned into his lover's ear as he released himself inside Elladan's body.
He lingered atop his young lover for awhile, savoring his warmth and contented sighs. He then slowly slid from Elladan's body, feeling him to shiver at the loss. He rose from the bed, retrieving a warm cloth and cleaning Elladan first, then himself, before returning to the bed and gathering the Peredhil in his arms and pulling the covers around them.
Elladan curled against him, seeking the warmth and comfort of his arms as he sighed. Thranduil stroked his hair and sung softly to him as the Peredhil drifted into reverie.
~*~*~*~
Legolas awoke on his stomach with Elrohir on top of him. He smiled and wiggled beneath the warm press of his lover's body. "Mmm… how long have I been asleep?" he questioned softly.
"Not too long," Elrohir cooed in his ear. "But I could not wait any longer."
Legolas laughed softly and purred in return, "What is next, my teacher?"
Elrohir teasingly slid his arousal between his lover's buttocks. "Well, we still have a few lessons."
Legolas gasped quietly and arched against him. "I am yours to instruct…" he whispered seductively.
Elroihr slid his hand between their bodies, his fingers gently seeking his lover's entrance. "This next lesson will be a bit painful I am afraid. But I will be careful and go slowly as to lessen the discomfort you will feel."
Legolas moaned and nodded. "Yes, Ada told me it would be. I do not fear pain."
Elrohir brushed his lips along the curve of Legolas' ear. "Alright then, just relax, brave one." He rose and retrieved a vial of oil from his pack, glancing at Legolas and smiling. He returned to the bed and propped his lover's hips up with thick pillows. He reached down and stroked the Prince's long back and whispered. "There, now. Are you comfortable, melethron?"
Legolas moaned contentedly and nodded. "Yes…"
He uncapped the vial and poured a generous amount into his palm and set the vial aside, then worked the viscous fluid into his rigid length. He watched Legolas eye color change from bright sapphire to deep midnight as he went about his task, and saw his lover's hips shift upon the bed, a telltale sign that the Prince's desire had reawakened.
"Alright, melethron nín," he whispered. "Just a finger at first. Try to relax."
Legolas nodded and gasped quietly as Elrohir's oiled finger circled his virgin entrance. He bit back a whimper as his tutor's finger slowly entered him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle that endeavored to keep him out. He took deep breaths, willing his body to relax and accept the intrusion.
"There, now, that is better," Elrohir purred, his free hand caressing Legolas' lower back as his lips ghosted over the rounded globes of his buttocks.
Legolas moaned quietly and nodded, the burning was still there, but had lessened greatly, and he was able to concentrate on all the pleasurable sensations that flooded his body. Suddenly an explosion went off inside his body and he felt his arousal twitch beneath his weight. He cried out in ecstasy and surprise as Elrohir growled in delight.
"There now, is that not worth it?" Elrohir asked softly.
"Ai, yes!" Legolas exclaimed breathlessly. "Again…" came his breathless request.
Elrohir repeated his action and smiled as Legolas bucked back against his hand. After careful and judicious preparation, Elrohir crooned, "Alright, meleth, time for a little more…"
Legolas felt a second finger added, stretching him and opening him further and he moaned louder this time, as he tensed against it. He quickly forgot about the burning as Elrohir found that wicked place inside him that caused him to abandon reason entirely. He moaned wantonly and undulated beneath Elrohir's touch as he pleaded for more.
"Ssshh, bain nín," Elrohir purred, "just relax and breathe." He dropped kisses to Legolas back and shoulders and felt the Prince begin to relax to his touch. It felt like an eternity before he added the third finger, slowly rotating and twisting, opening his lover's body. After long and careful preparation, he withdrew his fingers and guided Legolas' hips off the bed. He removed the pillows and instructed him to draw his knees up close to his chest. He placed his now throbbing arousal against his lover's entrance, and whispered, "I want you to breathe, Legolas, and try not to fight me, understood?"
"Yes," came Legolas' urgent reply.
He slowly, and with extreme care, pushed his oiled member inside the Prince's trembling body. Inch by delicious inch, he sheathed himself inside tight, luxurious velvet heat he had not felt the likes of before in his lifetime. He was unable to silence the feral growl that issued from deep within him and gripped Legolas' hips to steady himself.
He drew a ragged breath and whispered, "Are you all right, Legolas?"
Legolas whimpered as he struggled for breath, he nodded and croaked, "Yes, but it burns…"
Elrohir stroked his back and hips and lovingly whispered to him, "I know, meleth, I know exactly what you mean."
Visions of that night so long ago by the pond came back to him in a flash, Elladan hovering over him, his twin's rigid length buried within him. He had not been prepared with such care, though Elladan had done his best. But being young, they did not know what they knew now. He still remembered all too well how painful it could be.
He waited, so very patiently, whispering words of gentle encouragement, his hands lovingly caressing his lover's back and hips. Finally, Legolas began to moan and move against him, his lover seeking that contact that set his whole body afire. Elrohir smiled and groaned when he began to move, rippling heat pulsating along his length, slowly but surely dragging him over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy. He found his mark again and cried out in unison with Legolas, the Prince's sudden bucking motion nearly sending him over the edge. He moved a little faster, angling for that spot that sent fire roaring through both their veins and finding it again and again. He reached around and took his lover's arousal in his hand, already slick with the beginnings of his release. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, not wanting it to end, but knowing it must. First times are not meant to last, he told himself, young untried bodies cannot bear the strain. He threw his head back and growled as he and Legolas found their release together, the Prince's young body squeezing him mercilessly. His trembling hands caressed the silken skin that lay beneath them as the warm afterglow of spent desire washed over them both.
Slowly, he withdrew from Legolas, placing a soft kiss upon his back as his lover whimpered at the loss of him. He felt the loss too, the loss of comforting heat he had never felt before and feared he would never feel again. As he collapsed upon the bed and gathered Legolas into his arms, he realized what a gift the young Prince was to him, how what they shared forever changed who he was.
"Hannon lle, Elrohir…" Legolas whispered sleepily.
"'Twas my pleasure, mir nín," he answered, and closed his eyes, drifting into reverie.
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