Title & Chapter Number: Wish Upon The Stars (Part 2 of the 'Pilgrim' story arc) 4/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: The Woodland Chronicles
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Middle-earth and all its inhabitants are Tolkien's, not mine. I don't mean to steal them; I'm just borrowing them for my enjoyment.
Warnings: Lots of character development, not much sex. Sap and angst. Twincest
Betas: Jilly. Still the best.
Cast: Haldir, Legolas, Rúmil, Orophin, Celeborn, Galadriel, the entire Lothlórien bunch. Elladan/Thranduil/Elrohir are the only ones getting it on for now, though. There might be new pairings as the story develops.
Timeline: Third Age, approx. 440 years prior to the Fellowship.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: Legolas arrives in Lórien to begin his training as a warrior under Haldir's supervision. In the process, he discovers things about himself he'd never dreamed of. Haldir, in the meantime, finds that even one immortal is never too old to learn.
Notes: I believe that grapes are usually plucked in September, not August as in this chapter. But hey, who cares? As long as it gives me the opportunity to put three gorgeous Elves in a tub together, I gladly violate the truth a little. :-)
Chapter 4 - Interlude In The Tub
Mirkwood
Three days had gone by since that morning in the stables, four days since the departure of the Prince, and everyone was glad to see that Thranduil had returned to his daily obligations with his usual devotion and sense of humor. Whenever he found the opportunity, he met with the twins and the three of them would spend time together.
That third day, Thranduil gave the twins a tour over his vineyards, where the first pluck was in progress, and then through the cellars of the palace, where the actual wine-making was performed.
An enormous wooden tub filled with grapes had just been brought in. It was a good harvest this year, and Elladan and Elrohir admired the rich color of the fruit.
"Is this where the grapes are pressed?" Elrohir asked.
"Yes," Thranduil said, "and it's all done by hand. Or rather," he smirked, "by foot."
"Really?" Elrohir said, his face lightening. "With the stamping and springing and everything?"
"Yes." Thranduil laughed. "Any movement you can think of, as long as the juice flows."
"I would love to see *that*," Elladan said.
"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until tomorrow," Thranduil said. "The afternoon is old already, and these poor grapes have one night until they meet their destiny."
"Not necessarily," Elrohir grinned. "May we give it a go?"
"What, now?" When the twins nodded eagerly, Thranduil laughed again. "I see no reason why not. But tie your hair together, and wash your feet first." He pointed at a basin filled with water.
The twins, beaming happily, quickly braided their hair and kicked their boots off. They rolled the legs of their trousers up to their knees and obediently cleaned their feet in the basin.
"If I were you, I'd take off my tunic as well," the King said. He stood leaning on the rim of the tub, his arms folded comfortably. An amused smile played round his lips.
The brothers wasted no time in removing their tunics, and Elrohir was the first to swing one leg over the rim and climb into the tub. Elladan followed close behind.
"Ai, that feels strange," Elladan said. The grapes reached to his shins. "It's slippery. And I'm not stepping onto any insects am I?"
Thranduil gave an outburst of his musical laughter. "Insects? On *my* grapes, Elladan?"
"Wimp," Elrohir said, pushing his brother playfully.
"Who are you calling a wimp, noodle?" Elladan retorted, pushing him back.
"Who are you calling a noodle, butterbrain?"
"Egghead."
"Dragon-dropping."
"Dwarf."
"Oy, you two!" Thranduil chuckled. "You're wasting precious time here. Arguing you can do outside the tub. Get to work!"
The twins saluted, "Yes, sire!", and began to stamp around. Soon they were chasing each other around and around, laughing and panting with the effort. They looked ridiculous as they ran circles in the wooden tub, lifting their knees high and making the grape juice spurt up as high as their chests. At least one of them was bound to slip eventually, and they knew it.
"This," Elrohir panted, "is going to be the best wine that ever left your cellars, Thranduil. Spiced up with the exquisite and unique Elladan-flavor!"
"And let us not forget the tongue-tickling Elrohir-bouquet," Elladan said, just as breathless. "If I'm going down, you're going down, brother! Consider that a promise."
When no reply came from Thranduil, the twins ventured a glance sideways, and stopped their chase through the unfortunate grapes. The King stood bent forward, his hands braced upon his knees. His shoulders were shaking and the thick curtain of his golden hair hid his face. But then he straightened himself, clutching at his stomach, he found his voice again and he laughed out loud; heartily, infectiously, and with abandon. Their surprised faces made him laugh even harder, and he had to seek support on a nearby chair.
"You two," he laughed breathlessly, "make such a pretty picture. You should see yourselves!" Tears were streaming down his face and he drew a sleeve over his cheeks.
The twins grinned delightedly. Still chuckling in his mirth, Thranduil came back to the tub and peered inside.
"What a mess you two have made!" he said cheerfully.
"Ah," Elrohir said, "but that is how the genuine Elladan and Elrohir-wine is made. The grapes are trampled thoroughly by the masters winemakers themselves..." - he modestly indicated himself and Elladan - "... And by so doing, they give the wine its unique palette of flavors."
"Imladris flavors," Elladan added. "Apple blossom, citrus, raspberry..." He collected Elrohir in his arms and licked a purple-ish spot away that sat on Elrohir's chin.
"And cinnamon," Thranduil added relaxedly, watching the display of affection with interest. "Don't forget the cinnamon. I have tasted that on you, distinctly."
The two identical Elves looked down at Thranduil in mild surprise. In the past three days, Thranduil had not once referred to, or spoken of, the night they'd spent together. In fact, the twins had begun to wonder if the King had regrets. Now, as they saw the glimmer in Thranduil's eyes and the slow, slightly dangerous smile on his lips, they realized it was the opposite.
"Cinnamon, yes..." Elladan made soft smacking sounds with his lips and tilted his head thoughtfully.
"And, dear colleague?" Elrohir asked. "What is your assessment?"
"Not bad," Elladan said. "But it needs something else. It needs..." He tapped a finger against his chin. "It needs a particular blend of rosalina and cypress. And to sweeten it up a bit, some honey of course. This wine will not be finished without it." Two pairs of grey eyes fell simultaneously on Thranduil, and the King's smile waned as he raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"What are you looking at me for?" he asked.
"Only one Elf in Middle-earth can provide that particular flavor, dear colleague," Elrohir said.
"I know," Elladan said, stretching out his arms to Thranduil. The King backed away.
"Have you gone mad?" he said. "I will not partake in this elfling's silliness." He raised a forefinger in warning and added quickly, "And don't think you can force me. I'll be safely outside before you even have one foot out of that tub. Chasing me will help you not; you'll only smear my cellars in the process."
The twins raised their hands innocently. "Who says we want to force you?" Elladan said with a growing smirk. "But know that our bathroom door will be closed to those who aren't covered in grape juice themselves."
Elrohir, who silently admired his brother for his bravery, studied the King's face. There was a brief silence.
"I have no desire to be in your bathroom," Thranduil finally said, and for a moment, the twins thought they'd guessed wrong. Then, they watched in surprise how Thranduil plucked a leather cord from thin air (or so it seemed) and tied his hair together in one, thick tail. He then came back to the tub, lightly shedding off his tunic. "If we are to clean ourselves after this," he continued, "we'd better use my private bathing chambers, which are much more comfortable."
If the twins grinned any broader, their faces would split in half. Thranduil quickly un-booted and cleaned his feet, bared his lower legs before gracefully stepping into the tub, where he was received warmly by the twins.
"Please tell me why I am doing this," he sighed. "If someone sees me now, I'll be my own court's laughing-stock."
"You're doing this because it's good fun," Elrohir said cheerfully. "And no one will see you. You said yourself, it's late. Everyone's off home. Don't worry..."
Those last words were spoken against the sensitive skin of his throat, and Thranduil found that his head fell slightly back on its own account, allowing the exploring lips and tongue better access. And when had his own lips parted to utter such a betraying sigh? Oh yes, he remembered now; sometimes his body would be quicker on the uptake than his mind.
"So I taste like honey do I?" he breathed.
"Hmm." Elrohir's lips moved to Thranduil's now and brushed lightly over them. "Especially your mouth..."
After a few seconds of this, Thranduil slightly backed away from Elrohir's mouth. The younger twin gave a low groan of disappointment, but Thranduil smiled. Elrohir was eager, after three days of doubtful anticipation, but not quite eager enough. Not yet...
"No, friends," Thranduil said, "this is not what we're standing here for, to our shins in purple pulp. We're here to trample grapes, and trample grapes we shall."
Elrohir sighed longingly, but obeyed, following Thranduil and Elladan's example. He wanted badly to bring one of his fists into contact with Elladan's smirking face.
The following morning, the King's winemakers were surprised to find the new grapes already pressed. But it had been done rather messily, and three sets of red-purple footprints led away from the tub, to the door, where they were lost in the grass.
"A couple of urchins, probably," the Elves said to each other, and they began to clean up the traces, hoping that the King would not find out that there had been trespassers in his wine cellars.
The King's private bathing area was commodious indeed, the twins learned; a great sunken pool where, at the deepest point, a tall Elf like Thranduil could stand to his waist in the water and delight in several luxurious features like bubbling water and all kinds of scented soaps and oils.
The three Elves threw their clothes into a corner, swung their hair free and soaked their bodies in the warm water with content sighs. Letting the water wash away the grape juice and the sweat of their exertion, they splashed around for a little while. Elladan floated on his back in total relaxation, but Elrohir found himself distracted. Distracted by the sight of an unclothed, wet, apparently shameless Thranduil. The blond King stood upright, the waterline only just protecting modesty, the water lapping at his hipbones. He had applied some scented oil to his hands and was now smearing it out over his arms and shoulders. It made his skin shine so obscenely and it highlighted his muscles so well that Elrohir suddenly felt on fire, even though he was lying in water.
Thranduil seemed oblivious of Elrohir's devouring eyes. But was he really? Somehow, when the King turned slightly and presented Elrohir with a very appealing view at his firm, rouded buttocks, Elrohir doubted it. The younger Elf licked his lips and had to bite back a groan when he felt the flesh between his legs stiffen in admiration for the King's perfect, inviting form. Gods, he wanted that Elf.
What kind of game was Thranduil playing with him anyway? Was he trying to get Elrohir all worked up and frustrated? If that was what he intended, he was doing a good job. Elrohir felt fire crawl beneath his skin as he followed Thranduil's every movement with his eyes. He probably looked flushed.
He was so wrapped up by the enticing way Thranduil's muscles moved beneath his skin, that he did not notice at first that he was being spoken to. "Elrohir?"
Elrohir blinked. "I'm sorry, what?" he said as he looked up to meet Thranduil's eyes.
"Would you assist me?" Thranduil repeated with a chuckle. He had the vial of oil in his hand and he turned slightly to present Elrohir his back.
"Erm," Elrohir hesitated, "I..." His heart beat faster at the request and he started to move, but then he remembered his embarrassing, aroused state and he froze in the water. Where Thranduil was standing, the water wasn't deep enough to shield him; it would betray him.
"Not?" Thranduil said cheerfully.
"Shall I do it, then?" Elladan offered with a smirk.
"No. No, I'll do it," Elrohir muttered and he accepted the vial from Thranduil. Luckily, the King then fully turned his back to him. When Elrohir rose to his feet, he made sure that his own body protected his throbbing arousal from Elladan's mocking eyes. Stepping as close to Thranduil as he dared, he rubbed a certain amount of oil between his hands and began to massage it into the blonde's back. Admiring the strength that lay hidden beneath that smooth skin, Elrohir paid great attention to every inch, applying pressure in the right places. Eventually, losing control over his own actions, Elrohir slid his hands down to gently grasp the slim hips. Ai, the effort it cost him not to thrust into the King at that exact moment! Every inch of his body wanted it so badly. ... Were his hands trembling?
To his horror, the King then started to turn around, and Elrohir, letting go of Thranduil's hips, quickly dropped to his knees to conceal that one, rigid part of him that would instantly tell the King how badly Elrohir wanted him. Unfortunately, by doing so, he suddenly found himself at eye-height with Thranduil's groin. Blushing fiercely and angered by his own clumsiness, Elrohir moved away.
"Do I make you nervous, Elrohir?" Thranduil said softly.
"No... no my Lord," Elrohir replied.
Thranduil took Elrohir's hand and pulled gently, inviting him to get up. Elrohir, comforted by Thranduil's smile, obeyed; still, he blushed even more deeply when his desire became obvious for Thranduil to see. But the blond Elf gathered Elrohir closer to him and provided new, better cover for Elrohir's erection by wrapping one warm, large hand around it. Elrohir gasped.
"Why would you try to hide something so pretty?" Thranduil murmured into his ear.
"I - I don't know," Elrohir replied, breathing harshly. Thranduil was still holding him in one hand, and Elrohir knew that the King could feel every pulse of his heated flesh. If this continued much longer, he would surely die of need.
"Is there something you want?" Thranduil asked hotly, his lips still grazing Elrohir's ear.
"Yes... yes!" Elrohir rasped. His hands clawed at Thranduil's shoulders. "I need... I want you! Want to have you." He knew he was a trembling, incoherent mess against the solid, placid King, but he didn't care. "Be inside of you..." he concluded.
"Hmm." As if contemplating this proposal, Thranduil slowly stroked one finger over the underside of Elrohir's erect shaft, from the base to the crown. Elrohir let out a strange, strangled sob in response. It was then that Thranduil decided, he'd teased Elrohir long enough. And to be frank, he couldn't stave off his own arousal much longer. He had a strong will, but there were limits.
"I think I would enjoy that," he said. "Can you prove me right?"
Elrohir raised his eyes to look into Thranduil's. Deep green they were. "Maybe, I can," he said.
"Kiss me," Thranduil said, and Elrohir moved to obey the command, sealing his lips over Thranduil's to claim his honeyed mouth in a possessive kiss. He licked eagerly at Thranduil's curved upper lip, then the fuller bottom one. Forced the opening between them wider; demanded and was given entrance to Thranduil's mouth. Warm and wet and sweet and so distinctly Thranduil's that Elrohir wanted to swallow the taste. So he kissed the King deeply and attentively, experiencing a moment of sweet victory when Thranduil groaned in appreciation.
Encouraged by this, Elrohir allowed his hands to explore Thranduil's body, in slow, gentle strokes; mapping every curve in his shoulders, arms, his chest, the muscled plane of his stomach. And still they were engaged in that breathtaking, astounding kiss. His hands slid to Thranduil's buttocks, grasped them and pulled them slightly apart. His fingers found the hidden opening. Ai, such a shame, too dry his fingers...
"Elladan!" Elrohir gasped, releasing his mouth. "I need some assistance here."
Elladan, who had been watching until now with a lazy smile, got up and came towards them. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Get that," Elrohir pointed at the vial of oil, which stood on the marble edge of the pool, several feet away. "And coat my fingers." He stretched out his hand. With the other arm he still held Thranduil close to him. The King watched the exchange with glimmering eyes; they had assumed an impossibly dark green which contrasted wonderfully with his creamy skin and warm-golden hair.
"All of them?" Elladan smirked as he poured generous amounts of oil over his brother's fingers.
"All of them," Elrohir confirmed.
When it was done, Elrohir guided Thranduil to a part of the pool where the water only reached to just above the ankles.
"Is there more I can do?" Elladan asked.
"Yes." Elrohir took his brother by the hand and made him stand behind the King. "Hold him," he instructed. "And hold him firmly, or he might collapse."
Elladan obeyed, stepping in close to Thranduil and wrapping his arms around the slim waist.
"And don't you dare try anything in that tempting position," Elrohir growled. "He's mine this time."
Elladan nodded with a serene smile. "All yours, brother mine," he said. "I will enjoy seeing him become undone at your hands."
Elrohir then sank to his knees and once again found himself at eye-height with Thranduil's crotch, but this time intentionally. Thranduil's malehood was still hesitating between relaxation and arousal, but, Elrohir decided, that would not last long. He looked up to find the King's dark eyes on him, watching in anticipation; the pink lips were slightly parted, and as Elrohir watched, a tongue came out to wet them.
"This is Elladan's personal favorite," Elrohir said. "Would you like to experience it, too?"
"Yes," Thranduil breathed, and that was all Elrohir needed to know. Opening his mouth, he swallowed the King with one, smooth stroke. As he had expected, the suddenness of this came as a surprise to Thranduil, and he moaned loudly at the sudden warmth surrounding him.
"He likes to feel you grow hard in his mouth," he heard Elladan whisper to Thranduil, and he would have smiled if his lips hadn't been occupied with other things. For it was true what Elladan said, and there was another moment of sweet victory when Elrohir felt Thranduil's cock harden and lengthen greedily inside his mouth. When his lover's erection had come to its full glory, Elrohir started to move with all the skill and dedication he could summon. Every cry that came from Thranduil's lips was a beautiful reward in itself, but it wasn't enough yet.
Never stopping the smooth movements of his head, Elrohir lifted his oil-slick hand and lightly grasped Thranduil's sacs. A shudder passed through Thranduil's legs, and it was probably a good thing that Elladan was holding him. The King thrashed helplessly in Elladan's arms as the younger twin caressed his most sensitive parts, groaning and gasping encouragements.
Elrohir then moved his hand further between Thranduil's legs and again found the entrance to his body. But this time he was prepared, and after rubbing his fingers over the surrounding skin for a few moments, he pushed two fingers inside. Thranduil clenched his teeth and groaned in discomfort, but he did not complain. Elrohir pushed inside, pulled back, and repeated this several times until his fingers were sheathed completely in the hot, squeezing, delightful tightness that was Thranduil's opening. His own cock throbbed almost painfully in anticipation.
Thranduil was moaning softly, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow as he stood impaled on Elrohir's fingers and surrounded by his mouth. His breathing was shallow and rapid. Elrohir knew he could probably finish him in a few seconds if he wanted to. Thinking of the prospect of Thranduil releasing inside his mouth, he decided in favor of this plan. Curving his fingers sharply, he effortlessly located Thranduil's pleasure gland and rubbed it hard, up and down. The outcome was satisfying; Thranduil's entire body jerked, nearly knocking Elladan off his feet, and in loud, low, incoherent moans, he begged of Elrohir both to end and to lengthen his torment.
Elrohir continued to stroke the core of Thranduil's pleasure, at the same time moving his head at a demanding speed, and delighting in the sounds of pleasure he was eliciting with his actions. Then, vaguely realized that Thranduil wasn't the only one voicing his enjoyment. Looking up as well as he could with Thranduil's hard, leaking shaft down his throat, he saw that one of Thranduil's hands had crept behind him and was holding Elladan firmly between his legs; and, judging by Elladan's cries, was quickly stroking him towards completion. Before Elrohir really had the time to digest this information, Thranduil, with a long-drawn cry, thrust his hips sharply, and Elrohir felt the hot rush of Thranduil's seed down his throat a split-second later. Withdrawing his fingers from Thranduil's opening, he grasped the King's hips and held them steady as he swallowed and licked him clean.
At that exact moment, Elladan came as well. Moaning and gasping, he found that his legs were no longer able to support his and Thranduil's weight, and he collapsed. Thranduil's legs also gave way under him, and the two spent Elves crumpled to the floor.
A dismayed Elrohir, still on his knees, watched it happen. "You were supposed to hold him!" he said to Elladan.
"*You* try to hold a full-grown Elf while he's jerking you off!" Elladan panted.
"Then tell him not to," Elrohir retorted.
Elladan could give nothing but a low chuckle. Elrohir then redirected his attention to Thranduil, who was lying on his back in the shallow layer of water, breathing harshly after his release. His hair fanned out in the water, like a great, golden corona encircling his head. His knees were slightly raised and his thighs parted, and Elrohir was reminded of his own, still-existent need. Crawling towards the King, he settled between his thighs and sought Thranduil's eyes.
"Have you hurt yourself?" he asked, lifting one stray lock from Thranduil's forehead and lowering it to the water to join the others.
Thranduil shook his head, licked his lips. "No," he breathed. His eyes slowly refound their focus and settled on Elrohir's face. "I can see how much you want me," he then said with a faint smile.
Elrohir nodded, staring in wonder and admiration at this amazing creature.
"Have me then," Thranduil said, slowly stretching his arms in the water and wrapping one, long leg around Elrohir's waist to pull him closer. "Have me then, Elrohir..."
His heart beating incredibly fast at the sound of his name, coming so sensuously from Thranduil's lips, Elrohir asked, "Here?"
The exhaustion seemed forgotten; Thranduil's eyes held lust again, and his dangerous smile was back as well. "Whatever *you* want, Elrohir; you are on top, aren't you. You are in charge..."
Groaning with need, Elrohir shifted between Thranduil's legs and pushed into his lover's well-prepared opening. The sensation of being so firmly embraced by Thranduil's body, together with the low, lustful moan that spoke of Thranduil's enjoyment, almost was too much. But Elrohir drew a deep breath and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to keep control. Thranduil was a treasure, and one did not handle something so precious carelessly. Who knew? Perhaps this was Elrohir's only opportunity...
So he began to move slowly, pulling back and pushing in, enjoying how Thranduil welcomed him every time. Thranduil's hands were braced on Elrohir's arms, his leg still around Elrohir's waist. He moaned as his desire began to build once more, and Elrohir eagerly took in the sight of him. A new sheen of sweat appeared on the King's face, on the skin of his throat, his fair features were tense and sharp with obvious passion and his member, caught in the friction of their moving bodies, had grown to a new, aching hardness.
Thrust into a frenzy of unbearable, rising pleasure, Elrohir moved harder now, faster; a distant, half-conscious part of his brain wondered if he was too rough, but Thranduil quickly set his mind at ease. His eyes had been on Elrohir's all this time, but now he tossed his head back in abandon as he cried out in pleasure. The last glint of self-control slipped through his fingers and at that very moment, his body was completely Elrohir's to command. He already felt the rush of orgasm building in his loins...
When Thranduil started to use his voice, to beg, to weave Elrohir's name into his delirious pleasure talk, Elrohir knew he was done for. "Gods," he moaned, "Thranduil... you are too much. You... everything you are... you will kill me!"
He had just enough time to notice the characteristic curl of Thranduil's upper lip, which announced the King's undoing, before he spent himself with a last few thrusts, burying himself to the hilt one last time in that delicious, clenching heat. Thranduil's seed spurted between their stomachs as his own did so deep inside Thranduil's body, and with a shuddering gasp, Elrohir collapsed onto his lover's damp form.
To his delight, Thranduil lifted his weary arms and draped them lightly around Elrohir's body.
"Was it worth the wait, Elrohir?" he breathed after a short silence. There was mirth in his voice, but also gentleness.
"Gods, yes," Elrohir groaned.
Thranduil stroked some dark hair away from Elrohir's ear. "For me as well," he said softly.
Elrohir lay silently for a moment. Then said, "Thank you."
"For what?" Thranduil's voice was still close to his ear. "For letting you have me... the both of you?"
Elrohir nodded.
"You are most welcome," Thranduil said with a lazy chuckle. "But I should warn you: I used to be less submissive than this. It will be different next time."
"We will prepare ourselves," Elrohir murmured, snuggling further into Thranduil's embrace. Frankly? As he lay there wrapped in the sweetness, the beauty, the delight that was Thranduil?
Not even an unexpected appearance by Elrond would have persuaded him to move.
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