Frostbites

Frostbites

Posted: June 1, 2007
Title: Frostbites
Author: Enide
Type: FCS
Characters: Elladan/Elrohir/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tolkien own the characters and the surroundings, I own the perverted ideas…
Warning: PWP, twincest
Author's Note: Fluffy story again

Summary: The twins and Legolas share a few moments of bliss outside Rivendell, and Aragorn can’t keep away. (Btw, it was winter when the fellowship where at Imladris. It really was!)

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The soft, quick footfalls approached Aragorn with an almost eerie certainty, running lightly over the hard and frozen ground on the wilderness outside Imladris. Though not really worried this close to Rivendell, Aragorn still slipped into the shadows under the naked trees hanging over the small path that led down to the river. He was not in the mood for company, which was why he had left his foster fathers house too seek out some solitude, away from the bustle around the newly formed fellowship.

Particularly, he had wanted to avoid one person, and thus his breath caught as he saw that very person come running down the icy path, as sure-footed as if it had been the royal roads of Gondor.

Fair skin shining under the shadows and with the golden hair unbound and flying behind him, Legolas leapt along the path with long, easy strides, as naked as the day he was born. Lithe and strong, his speed must have kept him warm enough, for when he rushed past Aragorns hideout the elf’s cheeks were aglow from the wind, and there were no signs of cold on the smooth skin. Breathless laughter carried by the wind to Aragorns ears. The elf seemed not to have noticed him at all.

Aragorn stared down the path where Legolas had disappeared, a frown on his face. What was this now? The winter cold was enough to make his own fingers white and crept in under even the heaviest clothing. Why was the elven prince running around naked in the wood?

A new sound made Aragorn creep back into the shadows, just in time to avoid the next running figure.

Elladan, just as naked as Legolas, came rushing down the path. His raven black hair was still tied in the braids, entwined with red and yellow autumn leaves. His black eyes shone with mirth, and his soft feet barely made a sound on the ground. Stronger and more muscled than Legolas, he was very obviously not going to catch up with the wind-swift wood elf.

Aragorns quickly woken jealousy was somewhat eased by that notion as his foster brother disappeared down the path.

Then, suddenly, there was a soft sound of body meeting body, a surprised cry and a triumphant laughter. Intrigued, and a bit worried, Aragorn, sneaked down the path, using his ranger skills to keep his steps soundless.

Legolas had made it almost down to the frothing, ice cold river before Elrohir had jumped out from the bushes and grabbed him around the waist, making them both fall over and tumble around in the frost-white grass. Elladan, finally catching up with them, had joined the bundle of limbs and flowing hair. Aragorn hid behind the trees, carefully sneaking closer. More breathless laughter, as Elladans hands slid over Legolas naked back whiles Elrohirs lips sough out the wood elf’s. With a mischievous smile, Legolas leaned aside and made the two twins lips meet instead. This didn’t seem to deter either of them, and the sight of the hot, fierce kiss made Legolas eyes glow with desire in a way that left Aragorns mouth dry. Elrohir, laying on his back with the wood elf straddling him, let long fingered hands caress over Legolas smooth chest and small nipples, oblivious of the harsh cold of the ground beneath him. None of the elves seemed bothered by the cold, but Aragorns human mind kept worry that one of them would get frostbites by the chill.

Legolas was licking over Elladans lips, catching the twin’s hand and sucking in a finger in his mouth. Elladans eyes clouded with arousal, and pushed the wood elf down from his brother into his own embrace. A pout of soft lips made Elrohirs face a shade dark at being lost out of the action, but he snuggled up over his brothers back, giving his attention to his twins neck as Elladan bent his head over Legolas. When the wood elf started to pant and moan, Elrohir quickly scrambled over to kiss him, long and hotly. Flushing and almost steaming from the heat, the frost on Legolas body was turning into water running over his chest, a temptation Erohir could not resist. Crystals of frost was still adorning the twins hair and bodies, but they started melting as well as Legolas hands started climbing up Elladans thighs and over Elladans chest.

Aragorn felt like he was being torn in two; part of him was burning with jealousy but part of him could not let go of the beautiful sight of the three perfect bodies climbing towards climax. His own body was reacting to the mere sight of them; he barely noticed when he opened up his trousers and let his hand slip down, cold wind or not.

When Legolas softly pushed down Elrohir on his belly in the frozen grass, it was all Aragorn could do to stay hidden. And as the wood elf started pushing into the twin, slowly and rhythmical, the man’s breath was a fog of steam around his face.

Elladan, smiling at his brother’s sounds of desire, kissed him and then moved behind Legolas, making them fall over to the side. He caressed Legolas thighs, parting them around his brother’s waist so that Elrohir was cradled in Legolas embrace of both arms and long legs and making it possible for Elladan to move into the elven prince. The sight of pleasure on Legolas face, deepening with every motion was tearing Aragorns heart asunder, but his hand hastened its movement to mimic the twins’ rhythm.

When the three elves breath got harder, he had to bite his own lip not to cry out, and as Legolas tossed his head back in release, Aragorn spilled out as well on the cold ground.

He didn’t stay to see the twins’ arousal climax, but swiftly knotted his trousers and sneaked away. His idle hand and his feet where heavy and dull with cold, and he was shivering in the chill wind. Mad elves! A childish part of him hoped that they would get frostbites, and at the most inappropriate places, too. At least, that the twins would.

A few hours later when he returned to Rivendell, it was to discover that somehow the swift elves had got there before him. All dressed now, in sensibly warm clothes against the winter winds, the twins barely shot him a glance before they disappeared to their quarters, but Legolas gave him a warm smile.

“You seem so cold, Aragorn. Would you come with me to my rooms? I have the perfect cure against frostbites…”

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THE END

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