Title & Chapter Number: Good Relations 10/16
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.
Erestor and Galathil stood in the main dining hall quietly talking with Glorfindel and Haldir. The hall was filled with guests of the King of Mirkwood, mostly consisting of members of his court and council, with a few courtesans, both male and female, thrown in for good measure.
Glorfindel fought not to smile as he watched Galathil cast amorous glances Erestor's way, and watched the Counselor try his best not to notice. Haldir stood beside him, his strong archer's hands caressing his backside in long lazy circles. He could feel his arousal begin to stir from his lover's touch and he glanced at the Silvan, seeing his eyes twinkle with mirth over the rim of his glass. It was going to be a long night.
The steady hum of conversation and quiet music dimmed as people turned their attention to the door. Legolas entered first, hair elaborately braided, dressed in ceremonial robes of pale blue silk and velvet trimmed in silver, a mithril circlet upon his brow. Elrohir was on his arm, his hair was woven in an intricate pattern, and he was dressed in midnight and silver velvet, a mithril circlet with a star set in the center upon his head. Thranduil followed next, in kingly robes of deep green and silver, his crown upon his head and staff in his hand. Elladan was on the King's arm, dressed in robes and adornments identical to his twin.
Thranduil's subjects bowed as he and his son entered the room, just as they had when Galathil and Erestor did. Thranduil bid his guests sit and enjoy their dinner as he took his place at the head of the long table, Elladan to his right. Legolas sat to his left, with Galathil next to him; Elladan and Elrohir sat directly across from them. Erestor sat next to his pupil, Glorfindel across from him and Haldir sat at the warrior's side. The guests were arranged around the table after that in descending order of importance, members of the ruling council first, all others further down from the King.
Servants began serving the meal in earnest, starting with a first course of fresh greens combined with nuts and berries, tossed with oil and vinegar purchased from the southern reaches of Arda. The first course was served with a crisp apricot wine that had been kept cool beneath the caves that were Thranduil's home. Next followed the main course of roast wild boar with baby potatoes and root vegetables, accompanied by a fine red wine, spiced with a bit of cinnamon and clove. The meal was a leisurely one, guests eating and drinking their fill, and when the dessert course arrived, the mulled wine had gone to many of the guests' heads.
The unattached men that sat upon the Council were enjoying what the renowned courtesans of Mirkwood had to offer; while the King's most honored guests enjoyed one another, seemingly with abandon.
Erestor fed the elder prince small cakes and delicacies; his eyes darkening as Galathil hungrily licked the Noldo's fingers clean. Haldir was content to nibble upon Glorfindel's neck as his hand strayed from the arm of his chair to the Vanya's lap, causing Glorfindel's eyes to widen in surprise. Legolas rose from his place at the table, coming round the corner to seat himself in Elrohir's lap, draping one leg over the arm of the stately chair as he and his young lover fed one another. Elladan, taking his cue from Legolas climbed into the King's lap, feeding small cakes to his lover and licking stray bits of frosting from his lips.
The musicians played on throughout the carousing, and guests danced, laughed, and flirted shamelessly. Haldir thought to himself that if all Mirkwood celebrations were so raucous, he could learn to enjoy it there, it was so different from the staid events in the Golden Wood. Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, and Glorfindel were quite at home in these surroundings, as celebrations in Imladris tended to become rather boisterous.
Thranduil gracefully unseated his lover and stood at the head of the table. Tapping his goblet with a knife and getting his guests attention, he cleared his throat and smiled at the twins and Legolas.
"The reason you are all gathered here this night is in celebration of a joyous event," Thranduil said with an unabashed smile. "It is my pleasure to announce that my son, Legolas, has agreed to bond with Elrohir, Son of Elrond Peredhil."
The hall burst with applause and cheers. Elrohir wrapped his arms around Legolas' waist and hugged him close, placing soft kisses upon his face. Galathil sat quietly, looking at his brother with no small amount of envy that he would be bonded with the one he loved and wanted.
As the applause died down, Thranduil continued, "There is yet more cause for celebration this night, as I have asked Elladan, Son of Elrond Peredhil, to be my bonded mate, and he has graciously accepted."
Glorfindel nearly choked on his wine as Haldir thumped him upon the back, looking at his lover's ashen complexion with concern. Glorfindel's sputters of shock were drowned out by the cheers that erupted from the hall.
Galathil dropped his fork with a clang, his mouth open in shock and eyes wide in disbelief. His face colored as Elladan's gaze settled upon him and Erestor caressed his back.
"Long live Thranduil and Elladan!" the crowd cried, "Long live Legolas and Elrohir!"
Glorfindel was in a state of disbelief; he could not believe his own ears. Thranduil had actually asked Elladan to bond with him and the youth accepted. He could imagine his Lord's reaction upon hearing the news, and he feared his Lady would faint dead away.
Haldir smirked; he pitied the poor fool that had to carry this news back to the Golden Wood. Suddenly, it occurred to him that poor fool might indeed be himself.
Thranduil encouraged his guests to continue their celebration as he took Elladan in his arms, cradling his head in his hands and placing a soft kiss upon his lips. Elladan moaned quietly, unsettled by the tenderness in the kiss and caress, and he was filled with the urge to pull the King into a private room and offer himself freely.
Elrohir and Legolas kissed slowly, what started out as a kiss for show, quickly turned into more as Elrohir began tasting of his lover. Legolas soft moans, unheard by the others at the table over the din of the celebration, traveled straight to his arousal as memories of their first night together played in his mind.
Haldir whispered into his lover's ear, "Come, melethron." His hand drifted into Glorfindel's lap again. "I know what will take your mind off this unsettling news."
Glorfindel nodded and downed the contents of his goblet in one gulp. "Yes, please, meleth. Take me away from here before I lose my grip on my composure."
Glorfindel and Haldir rose from their chairs and bowed to the Prince and King, offering their congratulations. Glorfindel shot a suspicious glance at Elladan and the Peredhil merely smiled back as he cuddled against Thranduil. The two warriors left the dining hall and retired to their quarters.
Erestor heard the slight catch in Galathil's breathing and turned his head, following the Prince's line of sight. A small smile curved the corner of his mouth as he understood the reason for Galathil's reaction. Legolas and Elrohir were kissing with abandon, oblivious to their surroundings, lost to each other's touch. Thranduil held Elladan similarly; his hands had worked their way beneath Elladan's robe and were stroking his lover's skin as his mouth held Elladan's captive.
Turning his head, he pressed his lips to Galathil's ear, and slid his hands slowly from the Prince's knees to his thighs. "You like watching, do you not?" Erestor whispered, his hands sliding further upward until he reached the evidence of Galathil's arousal. "Oh, yes," he chuckled, stroking the bulge firmly and making Galathil squirm on his lap. "I can see that you do." He almost missed Galathil's soft groan over the sounds of the celebration around him.
Erestor chuckled, licking the curve of Galathil's ear. "Which would excite you more, my Prince?" He stroked his arousal with light, teasing touches. "Watching your brother claim Elrohir?" Another soft groan escaped Galathil. "Or perhaps you would enjoy seeing your brother at Elrohir's mercies more?" He could feel the damp spot that had formed on Galathil's robe from the weeping tip of his arousal.
His teeth closed around the tender skin of Galathil's earlobe and he nipped it gently. "Or maybe, it is Elladan you want to see, conquered, taken, mastered by your father?" He laughed softly at the Prince's whimper of need.
"Saes, my Lord," Galathil whispered, closing his eyes, squirming in a rather delightful fashion on Erestor's lap. "I will not be able to hold myself back if you do not stop."
Erestor reached for one of the large linen napkins and dropped it casually on Galathil's lap, effectively covering the actions of his hands beneath the table. With all that was going on around them, he doubted that anyone would notice, but he felt that at least a little discretion was called for. He worked his fingers inside the Prince's robes, finding what he sought.
He pressed his lips to Galathil's ear once more. "I do not want you to hold back, my Prince," he whispered, working his hand over Galathil's length in slow, firm strokes. "I want to hold you on my lap and watch you lose yourself to my touch."
Galathil shook his head, biting his lips, a low groan escaping him. "Saes, my Lord. I beg you, not here."
Erestor turned his head with his other hand and touched his lips lightly with his own. "If you do this for me, I promise there will be a reward for your good behavior."
Galathil closed his eyes in surrender, pressing his lips against Erestor's hungrily. His lover's words and touches had him so close to completion, it would not take long anyway.
Erestor swallowed the groans from Galathil's mouth, his hand working skillfully between the Prince's legs until he felt the lithe body stiffen against him. Galathil shuddered, his face coloring beautifully as he reached his peak. Erestor held him tightly as his trembling subsided, whispering soft words of approval in the Prince's ear.
Galathil's ragged breathing slowed and he felt Erestor's hand move away. He reached for the glass of wine to wet his dry mouth when another caught his gaze.
Elladan gazed at the elder prince from the comfort of Thranduil's lap. He inclined his head as Thranduil's lips worked wicked magic upon his ear and his fingers tormented his hardened nipples.
Elladan's eyes were the color of the deepest caverns, dark, fathomless, and glittering with lust. Galathil was held by that gaze, as surely as his tutor held him in his lap. The wicked smile that curved the Peredhil's ripe lips caused him to whimper quietly.
Erestor heard Galathil's soft whimper and followed his gaze. He caught the exchange between Elladan and Galathil and smiled. Even now, it seemed; his pupil was hungry for more. "Drink your wine, Prince," he commanded softly. "The lesson is not over yet."
A fine tremble went through Galathil at Erestor's words. He both loved and dreaded the hearing of them.
Thranduil growled quietly as Elladan turned and whispered promises of wicked deeds he would do in his ear, and slowly undulated upon his lap, grinding his backside against the King's awakening arousal.
"My brother and I enjoy sharing intimate moments with those we care for," Elladan purred. "Perhaps we could share such an evening with you and Legolas?"
Thranduil glanced over at his beloved, seated upon Elrohir's lap. Legolas was lost in Elrohir's kiss, but not so lost that he did not cast a loving glance his father's way. An unspoken understanding passed between father and son and Thranduil whispered in his lover's ear, "Are you quite sure you wish to do this, Elladan?"
A moment of silence passed as Elladan reached out to his twin, receiving Elrohir's agreement. "Yes, melethron," he whispered. "We are quite sure."
Thranduil growled, "Then come, pen-rhovan, let us enjoy one another." He signaled to Legolas to follow and the Prince slid off Elrohir's lap tugging him along with him.
The four lovers departed the room unnoticed by all except Erestor and Galathil.
~*~*~*~
Galathil followed Erestor, holding his slightly damp robes away from his body, grateful that no one seemed to notice their departure.
"Where are we going, my Lord?" he asked softly, puzzled by the route they were taking. They were headed in the direction of his Adar's chambers, and he could not think of why his lover would be taking him there.
"Hush, prince," Erestor commanded softly, reaching back to grasp his hand. "You must be quiet for now. Do not ask, simply watch and learn."
They reached the end of the hall where his Adar's chambers were. Instead of leading him to the door, however, Erestor paused in front of a large tapestry. He watched, startled, as Erestor lifted the lamp that was burning from the wall sconce. A low, rumbling noise, like stone grating over stone, was heard from behind the tapestry. With a brief smile, Erestor pushed it out of the way, and gestured for Galathil to enter the doorway that had opened there.
Erestor followed him closely, extinguishing the lamp as they walked through the narrow stone passage. Galathil wished he could ask him where they were going, and how he knew of this passage in the first place. Galathil had not known it even existed. The passage widened slightly, and Erestor stopped his progress with his hand on his arm.
It was just barely wide enough for Erestor to squeeze by him, and his lover did not hesitate to take advantage of their momentary closeness. He bit back a groan when Erestor's lips burned a trail across his neck, and he felt the elf lord's arousal press hotly against his own. Erestor drew back and smiled in a wicked fashion that Galathil found both unnerving and exciting.
"You wanted to watch, my prince?" he whispered softly against Galathil's mouth. "You want to see?"
Galathil moaned softly as Erestor pressed him against the wall. He nodded faintly. "Yes, my lord," he whispered.
Erestor captured his lower lip between his teeth and sucked on it gently. Erestor released his hold on Galathil's lip. "Very well, my princeling," he crooned softly. "Watch you shall."
They reached a small door cut into the stone, and Erestor opened it quietly. Like the entrance to the passageway, this too was hidden behind a tapestry, and Erestor pushed it aside without a sound.
A large, tri-fold screen, painted with birds and exotic flowers stood in the corner of his Adar's room, and Galathil recognized it at once. He glanced at Erestor in surprise, but the elf lord gestured for him to be silent.
Erestor led him behind the screen, carefully adjusting one fold so that they had a clearer view of the bed.
Clever, practiced fingers undid the ties of Galathil's robe until it hung open. His loincloth was loosened as well, and Galathil whimpered softly when Erestor's hand slid beneath it to stroke his reawakened arousal.
~*~*~*~
As they traversed the dimly lit corridors of the palace, they fumbled with one another's clothing, trying to kiss and touch as they stumbled down the hall. Thranduil, in a moment of exasperation, picked Elladan up as the Peredhil locked his long legs around the King's waist and carried him down the hall. As they passed by the door that led to the private wing, Thranduil noticed that the lantern that always hung there was missing, and the tapestry was slightly askew. He had noticed Erestor rise from his chair as they left the table, and he suspected the Noldo was planning yet another lesson for his eldest son.
The sound of Thranduil's door being opened alerted Erestor and Galathil that the King and his lover had finally arrived. Turning, the two elves watched as the door swung open.
Thranduil shoved the door to his chambers open, his robes already halfway removed as Elladan struggled to reach him beneath the heavy layers of velvet. He looked over his shoulder at his beloved, so lost in the moment as Elrohir consumed his mouth with heated intensity. He quickly perused the room, noting with some difficulty, as Elladan was reluctant to release his mouth, that the screen was in a different position. He extricated himself from the Peredhil's grasp and spoke in the general direction of the screen, "I must remove the lantern outside in the hallway, it is a sign that we are not to be disturbed." He caressed Elladan's flushed face. "I will be back shortly."
Erestor heard Thranduil's words for the message they were. The king knew he was there, and wanted to speak with him before things went too far. Carefully he extracted himself from Galathil's grasp, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I will be right back, bain nín," he whispered against his ear. "I must see to something first. Do not move, do not make a sound."
Galathil nodded, curious, but unable to ask why his lover was leaving. He watched as Erestor retreated through the small door, before turning his attention to the three elves that had remained behind in the bedroom.
Legolas furrowed his brow as his father left the room, but was soon distracted by Elrohir who turned his face back to his own and claimed his mouth once again.
Elladan flopped upon the bed and watched his brother and Legolas in their heated embrace, longing to kiss the Prince's sweet lips again, only this time, he would do it right.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil waited in the corridor for his old tutor to arrive, anxious to return before disaster struck.
Erestor pushed the tapestry aside and met the King's worried gaze. "What is it, my lord?"
Thranduil leaned in and whispered, "Is my son with you?"
Erestor nodded. "Yes, my lord. I hope you do not mind?"
Thranduil closed his eyes. He had not intended on telling another soul of his love for Legolas. Now he was faced with confiding in Erestor. He sighed. "There is something you do not know, Erestor. Legolas and I… we have become…" He took a deep breath. "We have become lovers." He looked into his friend's eyes, searching for any sign of judgment.
Erestor blinked. That explained quite a bit. He could see Thranduil's worry and gave his friend a brief smile, reaching up to clasp his shoulder. "Are you happy, mellonamin?" he asked softly.
Thranduil leaned in, pressing his forehead to that of his friend. "Blissfully, mellon. I love Legolas with all my heart, I am utterly devoted to him." He drew back and continued quietly, "I was not the one to take his innocence, that was Elrohir's role. After experiencing the ways of the flesh with Elrohir, he chose me. He loves me."
Erestor nodded. "Then that is all I need to know, my friend." He dropped his hand away and looked at the King. "You are worried about Galathil's reaction?"
Thranduil sighed. "Aye, my eldest just saw me promise to bond with Elladan, I would guess he is reeling from that still. To add this…"
A faint smile curled his lips. "Do not be, mellonamin. He will understand, I think, especially if he sees you together. Do not fear, he is stronger than you think."
"But, are you sure, Erestor? I cannot risk hurting him, I cannot hurt one child in order to have the other's love." Thranduil's brow was furrowed with worry.
Erestor's smile grew broader. "Then this is yet another lesson I will impart to your eldest son, my friend. Understanding is important in a ruler, would you not agree? And if it eases your thoughts any, I will...distract Galathil at the opportune moment. He need not see what you do not wish him to."
Thranduil pondered the statement for a moment. He had long trusted Erestor, trusted him enough to hand his eldest son over to him for tutelage. Could he trust him enough to know what Galathil was capable of understanding? He looked at his friend and answered, "I trust you to know what he is capable of, mellonamin. Let him see what you believe he needs to in order to understand. I had never dreamed that I could love Legolas without hiding it from Galathil."
Erestor nodded. "He would have discovered your love eventually, mellon." A small smile curved his mouth as he looked at the King. "You shine for each other, though only the most observant would see it for what it is."
Thranduil blushed, a sight Erestor had not seen in an age, and smiled. "He does make me most happy, mellonamin. He is ever a source of joy in my life." He sighed. "Very well, I continue to trust you with my son. He is about to see something he is not likely to see again in his long life."
Thranduil turned to enter his chamber again and stopped, looking back over his shoulder. "We are trusting both of you to many secrets, Erestor. My relationship with Legolas is not the only one at stake here."
Erestor lifted an eyebrow. "Yes?" He had an inkling of what Thranduil was about to say, but wanted to hear it from the King's own lips.
Thranduil softly continued, "Elladan and Elrohir share a similar love. It is a secret and a burden they have long bore. This union, between Elladan and I, and Legolas and Elrohir is a way to ease that burden for all of us. None of us would be able to live any other way."
"Long have I suspected there might be more between Elrond's sons than brotherly affection," Erestor said softly. "They hid it well, far better than your love for Legolas, I might add." He shook his head slowly. "I am glad that they have found a way to be together, and you are both generous and kind to have given them this precious gift." He smiled fleetingly. "I know others would condemn you all for your love, but I do not believe it is the sin they say it is. Love is precious and a rare thing to have. How can it, therefore, be a sin?" He took a deep breath, shaking his head once more. "You will hear no word of judgment from me, mellon, nor will your secrets ever pass my lips. They are safe, and I will hold them so for as long as there is life in me."
Thranduil smiled gently. "It seems then, that I am in your debt once again, my Lord." He bowed his head and covered his heart. He turned and quietly entered the chamber, closing the door behind him.
Erestor smiled, and turned, retracing his steps through the hidden passage.
~*~*~*~
Upon entering his bedchamber he found his son nearly divested of all his clothing. Legolas lay upon the bed covered by nothing but his loincloth as Elladan gently stroked his ear and Elrohir placed gentle kisses along his abdomen and thighs. The Prince moaned with abandon, one hand resting upon the back of Elrohir's head, the other returning the favor to Elladan's ear. His lithe body undulated beneath their hands as deep moans wracked his frame.
Elladan purred in his ear, "May I kiss you, my liege?"
"Uma…" came Legolas' breathless reply.
Elladan leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the Prince's lips, gently nudging them open and sliding his tongue inside. He drank from Legolas with a hunger that was fired by the Prince's bewitching moans and soft cries. He thought his twin to be the luckiest elf in Elvendom to have deflowered this beauty.
Galathil pressed his fist against his mouth to stifle a moan as he watched the Peredhil work their magic on his brother. For a moment, he wished he could trade places with Legolas, just to feel their touch once more. Then he felt the familiar and welcome touch of Erestor's hand on the back of his neck, and he met his lover's kiss with hunger.
Erestor pulled away from the kiss, his hands sliding possessively over Galathil's body as he turned him towards the view of the bed. He pressed his lips to Galathil's ear. "Watch," he whispered.
Thranduil removed his robe, exposing his naked body, letting it fall to the floor, as he slid off his shoes and climbed upon the bed. He slid in behind Elladan, his fingers sliding to the thin straps that held the Peredhil's loincloth in place. "Come here, pen-rhovan," he whispered silkily in the Peredhil's ear.
Elladan released Legolas' mouth and rolled into the King's arms without a second thought. He moaned as his loincloth slid off his hips, exposing his weeping arousal to the King's hungry gaze.
Thranduil took Elladan in his arms and consumed him with his hands and his mouth. One hand slid over the Peredhil's hip, drawing his knee up. His fingers sought the cleft between Elladan's buttocks and he teased the Peredhil's entrance. "I want to take you, mir nín. I want to bury myself in your heat as you cry out my name," the King's deep rumbling voice whispered.
Elladan arched and whimpered in response, his hands clutching at the King's back. "Yes, my Lord," he whispered breathlessly, "Claim me."
Galathil's lips parted, his breath quickening in lust as he watched his father bewitch the dark-haired beauty on his bed. Their words, though softly spoken, carried easily to his sensitive ears, and his arousal twitched in response.
"On your knees, pen-rhovan," Thranduil growled to Elladan.
Elladan rose to his hands and knees, his head hanging down as he waited with heated anticipation.
Elrohir lay on his back with Legolas between his legs, the Prince's mouth teasing, exploring, and caressing his most sensitive and intimate places. His gaze drifted to his twin, watching as Elladan waited to be taken. His hand reached out across the bed; his fingers tickling Elladan's own and his elder twin turned his head to look at him. Elladan's eyes glowed with lust, dark and hypnotizing. His ripe lips were parted as he moaned with abandon.
As Thranduil's oiled fingers entered him, Elladan threw his head back and cried out in pleasure, his long back arching as he bucked against the King's hand. Elrohir's breath caught in his throat as he watched his brother surrender to the King's bewitching touch. "I love you," his thoughts reached out, and Elladan smiled at him.
Elladan's cry seemed to go straight to his loins, and Galathil trembled with the need that filled him.
Legolas looked up at his father and moaned, never had he seen one so beautiful, so perfect as his Ada. Strangely, he did not feel envy for Elladan, he was glad to see him lost in pleasure at his father's touch. For he knew, he held his father's heart, no other ever would, and in that, he took comfort and ease. "Come, melethron," he whispered to Elrohir. "Let us join them."
Elrohir's eyes widened, he had not expected as much from his dear friend. He smiled and nodded, rising and crawling across the bed to his twin. He paused on his hands and knees in front of Elladan, smiling as he shifted to sit in front of him. He caressed his flushed face with his hands and leaned in to claim his twin's ripe mouth.
Elladan moaned into the kiss, and Elrohir swallowed his cry as Thranduil entered his body. He rocked forward into his twin's arms as Thranduil filled him. As Elrohir pulled away, he whispered raggedly, "Let me taste you, Elrohir, saes…"
Elrohir smiled and climbed to his knees, offering his arousal to his brother's lips. He groaned as Elladan took him into his mouth, his head falling back as he moaned with abandon.
Legolas moved behind Thranduil and straddled his father's legs, leaning against his back as he wrapped his long arms around him. "Amin mela lle, Ada," he whispered as Thranduil entered Elladan's willing body again and again. He locked his lips around the point of his father's ear and suckled it as his fingers caressed the rings that pierced his nipples, causing Thranduil to moan breathlessly, pleading words of love and passion escaping his lips.
Galathil blinked as if uncertain of what he was seeing. Erestor's hand covered his length, stroking it in slow, firm touches that made it difficult for him to think. He could not ask, he could not question. He could only watch as his father claimed Elladan's body, as Elladan took Elrohir's length in his mouth, as Legolas kissed his father with open passion. He trembled, from both Erestor's touches and his father's loving words. It surprised him, and he was not certain how to take it. Yet, there was nothing but love on Legolas' face as he kissed and caressed his father, and Thranduil's words were spoken with love.
Erestor buried his face in Galathil's neck, his own arousal straining against his leggings at the sight before him. Never, in all his long years, had he seen anything quite so stirring. Galathil turned towards him, hunger written plainly on his fair face, and reached for his robes. Erestor slid his robes from his body with quick efficiency, and his fingers made short work of the ties of his leggings. His arousal throbbed almost painfully, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it in Galathil's willing heat. His arousal sprang free and he nearly moaned when Galathil's fingers gripped him, stroking him firmly.
His hands pulled at Galathil's loincloth, sliding it down over his lean hips. Hands pressed Galathil's thighs as far apart as his fallen loincloth would permit, and Galathil whimpered softly when Erestor turned him around, his arm wrapped tightly around his waist.
He felt Erestor's arousal slide teasingly between the cleft of his buttocks and trembled with need, his eyes returning to the erotic tableau on the bed.
"Take me next, Ada," Legolas whispered seductively. "I need to feel you inside me."
Legolas' words inflamed him; the thought of entering his son, of burying himself inside him almost sent him over the edge. Elladan gave another muffled cry as Thranduil struck his mark, Legolas' words urging him on to completion.
Elladan whimpered breathlessly, his arousal swollen and throbbing hard against his stomach. Thranduil gave slow, teasing strokes to his arousal, not enough to bring him satisfaction, but enough to keep him hovering on the edge of completion.
Legolas heard Elladan's plaintive whimpers, and saw Elrohir drawing close to his own climax. He slid underneath Elladan's body and gave teasing licks to the Peredhil's arousal, causing him to tremble. Elrohir came with a keening cry and collapsed upon the bed. Elladan cried out as Thranduil struck his mark yet again and began to plead openly with Legolas.
Legolas smiled and took the Peredhil in his mouth, working his length with newly acquired skill, seeking to bring Elladan the release he so desperately sought.
Erestor gathered the moisture from the tip of Galathil's arousal on his fingertips, before moving back and pressing them against the Prince's opening. Galathil bit back his gasp of pleasure when he felt Erestor's fingers slide into him. His hips bucked against those fingers and he heard Erestor's soft chuckle.
Galathil tried to concentrate on the bed, watching Elladan's body being filled, hearing his sweet groans of pleasure as his father thrust into him again and again. He tried to watch Elrohir's beautiful face as he lost himself to the ecstasy of Elladan's mouth. He heard Elladan's groans take on urgency as Legolas' tongue flickered over his length. His body tightened, and he stifled his cry of pleasure against his mouth. His length pulsed, spilling his seed over Erestor's fist, and he shuddered, leaning weakly against his lover.
Thranduil growled his release, thrusting deeply inside Elladan's body as he spilled himself inside the constricting passage and Legolas swallowed Elladan's essence. He released Elladan and the Peredhil collapsed upon the bed, allowing Elrohir to draw him into his arms and cradle him close to his chest. Thranduil leaned forward; bestowing a soft kiss to Elladan's bruised lips and smiling as the elder twin purred in response.
The King then turned his attention to his beloved. Legolas knelt upon the bed, his hair spilling over his shoulders; the mithril circlet still crowned his head. Thranduil crawled to his son, kneeling before him and gently taking him in his arms. He let out a shuddering sigh as Legolas' fingers reached for his length, gently fondling it and bringing it to life once again.
"Amin mela lle, Ada," Legolas whispered silkily.
"Meleth nín," Thranduil replied, his voice thick with emotion. He caressed his son's back and slid his hands into his flaxen mane as he claimed Legolas' mouth with an intensity that surprised them both.
Gentle hands drew Galathil to his knees in front of Erestor, and he opened his mouth, taking his lover's length between his lips. His ears filled with the sounds of passion and love from the bed on the other side of the screen, and he struggled not to pull away, to watch as his father made love to his brother.
Erestor's hands slid into Galathil's hair and caressed him as the Prince worked his length. Wet, delicious suction made him groan softly, and the vision on the bed only heightened the drive within him.
Legolas whimpered into the kiss and arched against his father, gasping for air as Thranduil released him and moaning as his father's mouth worked his ear. His arousal stood hard against his stomach, and the rolled his hips forward, seeking contact with Thranduil's burgeoning desire. "Please, Ada," he whispered, "I need to feel you inside me."
"Legolas, meleth nín," Thranduil replied, "I would do anything for you."
He guided his son to his back and caressed his face before working his way down his body. He teased Legolas' arousal with his tongue and his lips, keeping him on the edge of climax. Legolas whimpering cries fueled his reawakened desire and he lathed the soft pouch of skin below his arousal before taking it fully into his mouth.
Legolas cried out and arched against the bed as Thranduil gently suckled this most sensitive area and he felt his swollen length twitch against his stomach. Slowly Thranduil worked his way lower, causing him to whimper as his tongue circled his entrance. "Saes, melethron," he whispered hoarsely.
And Thranduil complied, thrusting his tongue inside his son's willing body. Legolas' heartbreakingly beautiful voice cried out in pleasure as he slicked his passage, his hand reaching for the phial of oil on the floor. He withdrew from his son's body, and prepared his fingers and arousal as he gazed at his beloved.
Legolas was indeed the most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes upon, but his beauty was more than physical, it encompassed his entire being, it radiated from his eyes, from his very heart. More than once, Thranduil had thanked the Valar for so wonderful a son, but never more so than in that moment.
"Rise, seron vell," he said softly.
Legolas rose to his knees and looked at his father lovingly.
"Turn your back to me, Greenleaf, get on your hands and knees." he instructed quietly.
Legolas smiled and nodded, turning his back to his father and bending over so that he rested on his hands and knees.
Thranduil slid one finger inside his son's body, slowly and carefully. Seeing that it caused him no discomfort, he added a second and heard Legolas deep moan. He slowly rotated his fingers, spreading the oil deep inside, slowly stretching and preparing his son. Legolas opened to him willingly and easily as he sighed and moaned in anticipation.
He leaned over and placed a soft kiss upon Legolas' shoulder as he found his mark and Legolas cried out in pleasure. He placed his hands on his love's buttocks, gently spreading them, and he carefully entered his beautiful body.
Erestor drew back with a low gasp, pulling his length from Galathil's swollen lips. He dropped to his knees beside the prince and pulled him into his arms. His hands guided Galathil so that the Prince's legs straddled his thighs, and the tip of his arousal nudged his opening. They both heard the whimpers, the soft sighs of pleasure from Legolas and the deep blissful groans from Thranduil, but they only had eyes for each other. Erestor coated his length with Galathil's seed, slicking the hardened flesh between his fingers. He steadied Galathil's hips as he pushed into him, claiming his mouth swiftly to stifle the Prince's cry of pleasure as he filled him.
Legolas moan nearly broke Thranduil's heart in two, it was so full of love, so full of passion, and never had he heard a sound more beautiful. "Amin mela lle, Legolas," he whispered softly in his ear.
"Amin mela lle, Ada," Legolas answered.
He slowly began to move inside his son, his love, his Greenleaf. Legolas moaned urgently, whispering words of love and want, and he placed his hand upon Legolas' chest, pulling him up so that he knelt in front of him. His son's lithe body swayed and rocked in his arms, opening to him. Thranduil whispered, "You are perfect, meleth nín."
Legolas answered breathlessly, "I was made for you, Ada, only you."
Erestor rocked his hips forward and up, thrusting into Galathil's tight heat in a slow, sinuous rhythm that had them both breathless with need. The sounds on the bed only heightened their own sense of pleasure.
Galathil yielded utterly, leaning back on his hands, his hips rising and falling with Erestor's thrusts as his lover filled him. His arousal had hardened once more, but Erestor did not touch it. His lover's hands tightened almost painfully on his hips as he moved deeper, his eyes closing as he sought his release. Galathil reached forward with one hand to stroke his arousal in time with Erestor's thrusts, and he closed his eyes as well. He heard Erestor's quiet gasp, and felt his lover's body spasm as his seed spilled deep into his body. He shuddered, his own release falling close behind, and it was all he could do to keep from shouting Erestor's name as it claimed him.
Elladan and Elrohir watched the loving and tender scene unfold before them, and Elrohir squeezed Elladan tight as a tear fell from his eye. "They are beautiful, Elladan," he whispered.
Elladan nodded and snuggled closer, "Yes they are, meleth. So full of love for one another."
Elrohir nodded and smiled. "Just like us."
Elladan smiled. "Aye, Elrohir; just like us."
Thranduil took Legolas' length in his hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts, whispering words of love into his ear. Legolas reached his climax with a keening cry, bucking back against his father. Thranduil's following hard upon, as he moaned deeply and thrust one final time into his love's body.
He held his son's trembling body in his arms, caressing him and kissing him. A blissful smile crossed Legolas' face, and in that moment, the twins thought they had seen few things more beautiful.
Legolas slipped from his father's embrace to turn and wrap his arms around him. A soft laugh escaped him as Thranduil nibbled upon his neck.
Galathil leaned weakly against his lover's body, feeling Erestor's arms reach up to hold him. He no longer heard the sounds of bodies meeting in passion, but instead heard his brother's soft and joyful laugh. He glanced up at Erestor uncertainly, and his lover shook his head, gesturing for silence. Stifling a sigh, he leaned back against Erestor's chest and closed his eyes, content to simply feel the Noldo's arms around him.
Thranduil felt fingers upon his thigh and he looked down to see Elrohir, crouching on all fours like a cat, gazing up at him with his wide pewter eyes.
"That was inspiring, my Lord," he purred.
Elladan nuzzled in between Legolas' shoulder blades, his fingertips drawing idle circles on the Prince's shoulders. "Aye, quite," Elladan purred in Legolas' ear.
Legolas' smiled mischievously at his father and said, "I think you may need a bigger bed, Ada."
Thranduil chuckled and smiled. "You may be right, Greenleaf."
He hissed as Elrohir drew the tip of his tongue up the outside of his thigh and over his hip. "I must protest," he chided. "The three of you are far younger than I. How am I supposed to keep up with you?"
Elrohir chuckled. "Somehow, I do not believe stamina is a quality in which you are lacking, my Lord."
Elladan nodded vigorously. "I can attest to that, gwanunig."
Legolas laughed and fell back into Elladan's arms as the Peredhil caught him. "This looks to be a long evening."
Elladan purred in his ear, "Come, my Prince. I have long desired to know you better."
Legolas chuckled and nodded. "Yes, I am quite sure you have."
Elladan wrapped his arms around Legolas' chest and pulled him back up to the head of the bed as the Prince laughed.
Elrohir snaked his way around Thranduil, pressing his lips to the King's stomach and kissing his way up to his pink lips. "I must say, my Lord, I have seen few mouths that looked as inviting as yours."
Thranduil smiled and traced Elrohir's lips with his finger. "Perhaps, but your mouth, pen-neth, is as ripe and inviting as a fresh summer peach. I wonder, is it as sweet?"
Elrohir whispered huskily, "Perhaps you should taste it and decide for yourself." He drew the King's fingers into his mouth and suckled them, causing Thranduil to growl deeply.
Thranduil lowered the Peredhil to the bed and covered his lithe body with his own as Elrohir wrapped his long legs around him.
A loud thump, followed by a bark and boisterous laughter caused Thranduil and Elrohir to look up. Elladan and Legolas had tumbled off the bed and were entwined upon the rug in a most ungraceful manner. Elladan laughed heartily as Legolas joined him and Elrohir smiled. It did his heart good to hear his brother laugh again.
Elladan chuckled, "Perhaps we should stay here before we hurt ourselves."
Legolas purred, "Here, there, makes no matter to me. You taste just as sweet on the floor."
Elladan growled and resumed his assault on Legolas' neck.
Thranduil followed suit, causing Elrohir to gasp and purr in delight.
They did not hear the door behind the tapestry close quietly, leaving the four of them in privacy to enjoy one another.
~*~*~*~
"Ai! Glorfindel!" Haldir barked as suds and water flew out of the tub. "Had I known this was what you had in mind when you suggested we take a bath together, I would have declined."
Glorfindel chuckled. "Come now, melethron, fight back. This is no fun if you acquiesce."
"Aiya, I do not want to fight. We are not elflings, Glorfindel." Haldir grimaced as he put up his hands.
Glorfindel leaned back in the large tub, resting his hands upon the sides. "Something tells me you never were an elfling, meleth."
Haldir growled and wiped the suds and water from his face. "Must you always behave this way?"
Glorfindel nodded and closed his eyes, resting his head against the edge of the tub. "I am afraid so, meleth nín," he answered softly. "You have bound yourself to an overgrown elfling."
Haldir sat quietly for a moment, then answered, "I am sorry, meleth. I wish I could be more like you, but I cannot."
Glorfindel sighed and answered, "If I wanted to spend my life with someone like myself, I would have chosen Orophin, seron vell." He opened his eyes and sat up. "Haldir, I do not want you to be like me, but I fear you have forgotten how to laugh and enjoy the lighter moments in life." He reached out for his lover and saw him draw away. He shook his head and replied, "I love you with all my heart, Haldir. But I cannot be what I am not. I do not ask that you turn to pranks and outlandish behavior, nor can you ask me to always be the model of decorum and restraint. It is not who I am."
Haldir grumbled and stepped out of the tub. "That is painfully obvious at times, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel looked at Haldir and shook his head, his expression hurt. He rose from the tub and dried himself with a towel, snatching up his leggings and tunic.
Haldir put up his hands and began to apologize, "Glorfindel, I am sorry, meleth. I…"
Glorfindel wheeled on him and replied, "I am done with your apologies, Haldir. I am through explaining my actions as if I had done something wrong. I will not excuse who I am, nor will I be who I am not. You either love me for who I am, or you love me not at all." He stormed out of their chamber leaving a stunned Haldir in his wake.
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