Part 2

Posted: September 2003
Author: Khylaren and Larien Elengasse

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Chapter 2 – Seduction

Orophin held up his goblet and admired the fine deep red of the wine against the light of the candles.

"I would not imbibe too freely, gwador," Haldir warned, his voice pitched for Orophin's ears alone. "The King's wine is a potent and heady drink."

Orophin's eyes narrowed as he brought the goblet to his lips, inhaling the deep and spicy scent, his eyes straying to the King of Eryn Lasgalen as he took a cautious sip. "Mmm," he murmured, watching Thranduil pluck a red strawberry from his plate and bite into it with obvious relish. "As is the King himself."

Haldir snorted, glancing at Rúmil, who was struggling not to watch the seductive play of Thranduil's mouth as he consumed the ripe berry, catching the tart juices that ran from the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Haldir's breath caught and he found himself watching the King lick his lips slowly, his mind bombarded with images of that pink tongue licking something else entirely.

"Wine?" Legolas asked from his seat across from Haldir, hiding his smirk as he watched his father play his not too subtle game of seduction on the three lovely elves before him.

Haldir cleared his throat, glancing away hastily and meeting Legolas' gaze. "Yes, thank you." He watched the lean and strong fingers lift the decanter of wine and pour it smoothly, without spilling a drop, into the goblet he held. He resisted the urge to capture those fingers and take them into his mouth, to hear the sudden intake of breath and watch the desire well into those hazel eyes.

Beautiful and elaborate dishes were placed before them, and tantalizing smells wafted upwards, teasing their senses delightfully.

Orophin broke his roll in half and glanced up the table at the King through lowered eyes. He had been surprised at the seating, for he had expected Haldir to sit at Thranduil's right, with he and Rúmil seated next to Haldir. Instead, Legolas had ushered him into the chair beside the King's, placing Haldir between himself and Rúmil, with Legolas sitting across from the three of them. He was not oblivious to the simmering looks being passed between the younger Prince and his oldest brother, and he inwardly smirked, before daring another glance at the King.

Thranduil smiled charmingly at the Silvan archer, well aware of Orophin's furtive glances in his direction. **This will almost be too easy**, he thought smugly, reaching for a ripe peach and slicing it carefully. Placing the quartered fruit on his plate, he deliberately looked at Orophin and licked his fingers, seeing the lovely elf's eyes widen and darken with desire.

Rúmil reddened and stared at his plate, picking at the assortment of greens and fresh vegetables without appetite.

"You should eat, meldir," Legolas teased lightly. "You may need your strength."

The young marchwarden looked up at the Prince and smiled at his teasing, flicking the tip of his tongue against the top of his lip. "As should you," he replied smoothly, watching with satisfaction as Legolas' eyes focused on the slow and deliberately seductive movements of his tongue. He knew Legolas was remembering the last time he had felt the touch of his tongue, and Rúmil smiled wider.

Orophin watched Thranduil lick the juice from his fingers and shifted, his leggings becoming suddenly uncomfortably tight against his groin. It was going to be a long and torturous meal at this rate.

Haldir felt his brother shift beside him and glanced away from Legolas, his own breath catching as he saw Thranduil slide a slice of peach between his lips.

"Ah," Thranduil sighed, licking his lips. "Such succulent fruit." He turned his simmering green gaze to Orophin, who was looking a bit pale. "Would you care to try a slice?"

How dinner progressed beyond the fruit and salad dishes, Haldir was not certain. He was torn between watching Legolas and Thranduil, as father and son ate their food with such sensuousness that it was difficult to do anything else but stare. Had he realized that Legolas could make eating so erotic, he would have taken advantage of it long ago, and taken great delight in feeding him the juiciest and softest fruits he could lay hands on. **Later**, he decided, watching the strawberry pass between those soft lips. **I can be patient until then**.

The meal was finally finished, and despite the constant distractions, the three brothers found themselves quite full, if not more than a bit aroused.

The King watched the wine swirl in his goblet before taking a deep swallow, tilting his head back slightly, well aware of Orophin's eyes watching the graceful display of muscles working in his throat. He set his goblet down beside his plate and gave the young warden a smoldering look.

"I think it is time for bed," he purred, rising gracefully from his chair.

The others rose from their chairs respectfully, although young Rúmil looked as if he was ready to bolt from the room. He gave Legolas a brief nod. "Good night, Iôn," he said with a smile. "Sleep well."

"And you, Ada," Legolas replied, his eyes lowered to hide the mirth that danced within them.

Thranduil turned his gaze to the elf who stood uncertainly next to him and gave him a slow smile. "Would you care to escort me to my room, Orophin?" he asked, his voice dropping suggestively.

**Oh my**, Orophin thought, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. "Yes, my Lord. It would be my pleasure."

Haldir winced at Orophin's choice of words, knowing undoubtedly where his brother would be spending the night. It was just as well, he thought, looking sidelong at Legolas and seeing the younger elf give him a milder version of his father's smoldering look. He had definite plans for the evening as well, it seemed.

Legolas watched Orophin ‘guide' his father away and hid his smile, turning his attention to Rúmil and Haldir.

"I am tired as well," he said. "Yet I must make the rounds before I turn in." He turned the full force of his charm on the youngest marchwarden. "Rúmil, would you care to accompany me?"

Haldir bit back his disappointment as he said his farewells to the Prince, watching Rúmil's eager face with a slight twinge of envy. As Legolas embraced him, his lips touched the marchwarden's ear.

"I will come to you later this evening, melethron, if you wish. Perhaps a walk beneath the trees would help you to sleep better," he whispered, the tip of his tongue flicking against the point of Haldir's ear.

Haldir felt the answering pull in his groin and nodded, his lips to Legolas' ear. "I would like that, very much." He watched his youngest brother walk away with the Prince with a slow and anticipatory smile.

*****

As they drew nearer to the King's chambers, Orophin felt a nervous fluttering in his midsection, his palms sweating lightly as he walked beside the beautiful and graceful elf. He had heard countless stories of Thranduil's prowess in bed, and now, it appeared he was about to find out if there was any truth to them firsthand. The thought of it left him breathless with anticipation.

They stopped before a large and beautifully ornate door, and Orophin reached to open it. Thranduil's hand on his arm stopped him in mid-motion, and he turned his head to look at the King.

Green eyes glittered in the torchlight of the hall as Thranduil closed the distance between them, pressing the younger elf against the hard wood of the door, his hands on either side of Orophin's head, effectively trapping him between the door and his body. Slowly the King bent his head, brushing Orophin's lips lightly with his own, and the archer felt his knees go weak at their touch.

"Do you want me?" Thranduil murmured against Orophin's mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste their sweetness; he chuckled at marchwarden's groaning response.

"Yes, my Lord, so much so I can barely stand." came the breathless and eager reply, eliciting another chuckle from the Sindar.

"Then you shall have me," Thranduil replied, pressing his lips against the Orophin's once more in a heated kiss, claiming the mouth that opened so responsively under his. He kissed him deeply, his tongue plundering the warm depths of the archer's mouth, dancing and teasing in velvety brushes against Orophin's own. He heard Orophin's soft groans and felt his hardness press against his thigh. Reluctantly, he released that kissable mouth, pressing his hips against the marchwarden so there would be no doubt in his guest's mind of his own desire.

"Go inside then, rwalaer," Thranduil purred throatily, his fingers trailing softly against Orophin's lips. "I will follow."

Orophin turned shakily, his hands trembling as he reached for the latch and opened the door to the King's bedchamber.

*****

Rúmil glanced at his companion, admiring the way the torches flickered over the fine gold of Legolas' hair, casting shadows across his beautiful features. His eyes traveled down the Prince's strong, graceful back, over the swell of his round buttocks and his powerful, long thighs. He had to remind himself that the Prince was an accomplished warrior; his grace and gentle nature belied the fierceness that he had often displayed in battle. Legolas was an enigma, gentle and kind, yet strong and powerful beyond measure.

He reached out and traced the line of the Sindar's spine with his finger through the soft suede of his doublet, smiling when Legolas gently arched in response and glanced over his shoulder, casting a alluring smile Rúmil's way. Upon completion of their rounds, Rúmil was delivered to his room and frowned when he saw the door to Orophin's chamber still open and the room still dark inside.

"Is my brother still with your father, meldir?" he asked tentatively.

Legolas leaned back against the doorway and smiled, "Aye, most likely. He will not return any time soon. My father has, shall we say, a voracious appetite."

Rúmil swallowed and his expression clouded over with concern.

The Prince leaned in and traced the line of Rúmil's jaw with his fingers. "Do not worry, lovely one, my father will demand no more than Orophin is capable of giving." He smiled wickedly. "I would ask the same of you, given the opportunity."

Rúmil's breath caught as he stared into the darkening hazel eyes of the Prince. He had never been alone with Legolas, and he had always been in a dominant role in the experiences he shared with the Prince and his brothers. He stammered a reply, "Would you?" He cleared his throat and tried to regain his composure. "Do you think you are up to such a challenge, my Prince? I find it hard to see you doing anything other than sweetly yielding; you do so quite beautifully."

Legolas blinked slowly and smiled coyly at the Silvan archer. "You would be surprised, meldir, what other things I can do sweetly."

The sound of footsteps marching down the hall broke the seductive flirtation between the two lovers, and they turned to see Thranduil's guard coming down the corridor toward them. The guard paused at Haldir's door and rapped sharply upon it. The marchwarden opened the door and barked as it was shoved open and he was roughly pushed to the wall.

"My Lord Thranduil requests you presence in his chamber, immediately," one of them said, his tone brooking no argument.

Haldir cursed, "What is the meaning of this? I will not be treated as a criminal and hauled out of my chamber in the middle of the night, no matter who wants to see me!"

"Very well," the guard replied with a quick glance at his companion. "If you will not come peaceably, we will take you by force."

Rúmil watched in horror as, swifter than Haldir could anticipate, the guards pinned him to the wall and bound his wrists behind his back. Legolas put a restraining arm across Rúmil's shoulders to keep him from coming to his brother's aid, and feigned confusion, fighting to conceal the smile that was threatening to cross his lips. The guards hauled the disgruntled marchwarden from his chamber, with him wearing nothing but a thin sleeping robe, and dragged him down the hall. Rúmil struggled to follow them, but Legolas held him back.

"Peace, meldir… let me find out what is happening. Please, Rúmil, do not make matters worse for yourself or Haldir. I will go to my father and discern the problem. Wait here for me, I will return."

Rúmil reluctantly went inside his chamber and waited for the Prince to return, his fair face a mask of worry.

*****

Orophin swallowed as the silk blindfold was slipped over his eyes, a delicious feeling of helplessness and vulnerability washing over him. The King's hands roamed freely over his strong figure; silk sliding against skin in a maddening dance of seduction. He trembled as Thranduil's hands slid over his shoulders, down his arms and back up, gasping softly as the King gently pulled his hair aside and caressed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck.

"You are lovely, Orophin. You are quite a prize," he whispered huskily, his tongue flicking out to taste the smooth skin of his neck. " I hope you are well rested," Thranduil continued with a soft chuckle. "For you will need your strength."

The King's fingers raked across the silk of his tunic and down his back and Orophin arched in response. He raised his hands; blindly searching for the Sindar, only to have them batted away.

"Do not move, and do not speak unless I instruct you to do so. Understood?" Orophin nodded and swallowed again, his arousal now straining painfully against his leggings.

He heard the King's low and throaty laugh and felt his strong fingers grip his chin lightly. "Do you know what it is to be dominated, Orophin? Do you know how to submit?"

The Silvan archer gasped, struggling to speak, "I… I have not…"

He felt the King's lips brush his ear and his warm breath flutter against it. "You will, melethron," he growled, nipping the tip of his ear. "You will."

Thranduil took him by the shoulders and led him backward towards the bed, stopping him as the backs of his knees struck the mattress. Before he could discern what was happening, the warm air of the King's chamber brushed his skin as his tunic fell away. The Sindar's hungry mouth assaulted his chest and he cried out as the King's mouth latched onto an overly sensitive nipple, sucking and nibbling on it until Orophin felt his knees began to buckle.

"Ai! My Lord!" Orophin gasped.

Thranduil chuckled softly against the Galadhrim's chest and drew his tongue in a wet line down the middle of the elf's torso. His strong hands cupped the archer's firm buttocks and kneaded them as he took the lacing to Orophin's leggings in his teeth, tugging at the ends to loosen them. The marchwarden gasped as he felt the string pop loose and moaned openly as he felt the King strip him of his last piece of clothing, his heavy length springing free.

"My, what a lovely body you have, young Orophin," Thranduil purred, his hands brushing lightly over the newly revealed flesh. "Did my son tremble thus when you took him?"

"Wh… What?" the archer croaked as the King teased his heated length with his lips.

"My son. Surely you have not forgotten him already?" He licked the tip of Orophin's arousal, tasting his salty sweetness. "I would hate to think you would use him thus and forget you had done so."

Orophin's eyes widened beneath the blindfold; suddenly it all made perfect sense. "I… I have not forgotten him, my Lord, I swear it."

Thranduil rose and pressed his lips to the younger elf's ear. "I should hope not, though I venture to guess you will find me slightly more demanding than he is." His husky voice lowered as he breathed softly into Orophin's ear. "I do demand complete submission, Orophin. I will accept nothing less." He grasped the younger elf's length in his hand and gave it a squeeze, smiling as a whimpering cry slipped from the archer's lips. "Lay down on your back, rwalaer."

Orophin fumbled for the bed, lying down upon his back as the King instructed. His body hummed with desire and his arousal throbbed and wept ceaselessly.

"Hands over your head," the King ordered, smiling when he saw his willing captive comply.

Breathless in anticipation, Orophin waited for his next command. He jumped as he felt leather straps bind his wrists and felt his arms spread wide, the straps secured to the iron headboard of the bed. He heard rustling, as if Thranduil were rifling through a drawer, then he felt the mattress sink beneath him, the King's strong hands caressing his chest and stomach. He drew a ragged breath and sighed; Thranduil's hands were magic and his touch set his body afire. He felt the King's lips caress his own and he reached for him with his mouth. The Sindar's warm wet tongue flicked teasingly across his lower lip and he whimpered in frustration, that wonderful mouth dancing just out of his reach.

"You hunger for me, yes?" the King murmured, his fingers stroking the soft hairs at the base of Orophin's arousal.

"Yes, my Lord, so much, so very much." Orophin whispered in reply. The next sensation he felt was cold metal slightly biting into the sensitive skin of his heated length. "Ai!" he cried as his engorged arousal began to throb mercilessly.

"You will have to learn patience to be my lover, rwalaer." The King purred, his fingers sliding teasingly over the metal cuff that encircled Orophin's length. "It will not be much longer now."

A soft rap upon the door caused the King to rise from the bed and Orophin heard his soft footfalls crossing the floor. The next sound he heard was his elder brother's voice, and what sounded like two more elves enter. He became suddenly and embarrassingly aware of the position he lay in; naked, wrists bound to the bed, blindfolded, and painfully, excruciatingly erect. He could not roll over; he had nothing covering his nude and vulnerable form, so he tried to cross his legs to conceal at least a little of himself from view.

"Orophin!" Haldir barked, increasing his struggles. "Unhand me you miscreant! What are you doing to my brother?"

Thranduil chuckled, "Just entertaining him, my dear marchwarden. I was concerned that you might be lonely, what with my son off with your youngest brother and your middle brother with me."

Haldir glowered at the King, tugging futilely at the strong hands that held him captive. "Forgive me if I find your motivations less than honorable, my Lord. I doubt your concern is for me."

Thranduil glanced at his perfectly manicured fingernails and smiled mildly. "Perhaps not." He turned to his guard. "Bind him to the chair, wrists and ankles, and gag him."

Haldir fought, cursing and struggling to no avail as the guards stuffed a gag into his mouth and forced him down into the wide oak chair, binding his wrists to the arms and his ankles to the legs.

"Haldir!" Orophin cried upon hearing the King's command, hearing the scuffling sounds as the guards forced his brother into the chair and bound him. He felt the bed sink beneath him again and felt the soft silk of the King's robe press against him.

"Do not fear, young Orophin. I will not harm your brother; he needs to learn to relax, to appreciate all that life has to offer." His fingers trailed teasingly across Orophin's lips and he smiled, glancing at the red-faced elf bound and gagged in the chair. "He could learn much from you, my pet."

Orophin whimpered as the King's fingers danced over his painfully erect arousal and he moaned shamelessly as Thranduil pressed a heated kiss to his mouth. The Sindar straddled the helpless marchwarden, rocking slowly against his lithe body, as his lips moved to the Silvan elf's ear.

Orophin arched his back and spread his legs, shamelessly offering himself to the King, desire flooding him and making him forget all about his brother in the chair. A string of erotic words spilled from his lips as the Sindar's tongue caressed his ear, arching his hips as the King rocked his desire against his own aching and weeping arousal.

*****

Legolas knocked upon Rúmil's door, trying to compose himself so that he would be believable. The young marchwarden opened it; half-fearing he would find the same guards that had taken his brother away but a few moments ago.

"I have found him, meldir." Legolas whispered, "Come with me." He took Rúmil's hand and led him from his chamber down the hall toward his father's room.

"Is he alright?" Rúmil asked hesitantly.

Legolas nodded. "Aye, he is fine. Come, you will see." He tugged him gently along and paused before reaching his father's door. The Prince smiled and opened the door to his father's chamber, and shoved the unwitting Rúmil inside.

Rúmil gasped at the sight before him. Haldir was bound to a large oak chair and gagged, like one waiting for his execution; Orophin was in the midst of his own, strapped down to the bed as Thranduil straddled his nude form.

He turned to bolt out of the room and Legolas caught him before he could flee. The young Prince held him tight from behind, pinning his arms to his sides as he pressed his lithe form into Rúmil's back. Rúmil did not remember Legolas being so strong, but as he struggled, he found himself helpless in the Prince's strong grasp.

Orophin groaned as he heard his younger brother enter the room, accompanied by the Prince. It seemed he was to have an audience as he fell victim to the King's charms.

"Sshh, Rúmil, lirimaer, there is no need to run," Legolas purred, pulling him tighter against his chest. "We only wish to show you pleasure." Rúmil watched in rapt and helpless fascination as the King went about his seduction of his older brother.

Thranduil pulled his robes over his head in a graceful, fluid motion, exposing his naked body to Haldir and Rúmil's view. The angered marchwarden gasped quietly behind the gag, upon viewing what was in his estimation, the most beautiful body he had ever seen. The King cast a glance over his shoulder at his captive audience, his flaxen mane falling down to the swell just over his perfectly sculpted buttocks, and smiled wickedly. Haldir felt his sex twitch upon seeing that smile; so seductive yet slightly menacing, promising wonderful deeds best done in darkness.

Haldir knew Orophin was lost now; his plaintive whimpers and moans intensifying under the skillful hands of the older elf. His younger brother writhed shamelessly beneath the King, and he knew, although he could not see his face, that his eyes would be nearly black with desire, his lips parted as soft moans escaped him. Orophin was transformed by love making, from a haughty warrior to a beautiful, desirous, wanton; it was a transformation that Haldir had been witness to many, many times.

Rúmil whimpered quietly as Legolas' grip loosened, his hands sliding over the young marchwarden's chest as he caressed his neck with his soft lips, licking the sensitive skin just beneath Rúmil's ear. He moaned softly, feeling his sex swell against the tightness of his leggings as the Prince rocked his hips against him, unable to look away from the scene of the elder beauty ravishing his brother.

Thranduil slid down the archer's lean body and brushed his lips over his quivering arousal, causing Orophin to cry out and nearly lift off the bed. He stroked the rippled muscles in his abdomen as his lips made their way from the archer's arousal to the soft pouch of skin beneath it. He lapped at it like a cat, sending fresh tremors through his captive's body, and smiled against the warm skin, working and licking his way further down. Thranduil flicked his tongue against the Silvan's puckered entrance, and Orophin whimpered again, shamelessly spreading his legs to give the King better access.

**By the Valar, I am going to die in this bed…** Orophin thought, shuddering at the wet touch of Thranduil's tongue against his opening. He would have climaxed twice by now if the ring that bound the base of his arousal were not there. His body tensed, and he cried out as he felt the King's tongue breach his opening and slide inside his writhing body. **Gods, he is wicked…** He moaned when the King's tongue delved deep within him, sending tremors of desire through his frame. The magic touch of Thranduil's tongue withdrew briefly, before being replaced by the touch of his strong fingers. **Oh yes, more, love… that's it, I am almost ready, almost there… Ai!** He cried out in delirious pleasure, his arousal throbbing in response when the King found his mark with his fingers. He thrashed upon the bed, his body on fire, as those fingers slid in and out of him, scissoring, stretching, and preparing him for what would surely be his demise.

Orophin felt the King's fingers leave his willing heat and he whimpered in response. Those strong hands made their way up his chest, then to his face, and slid the blindfold off his eyes. He blinked to adjust to the dim firelight that lit the room. Somewhere in the back of his desire-addled mind, he heard his elder brother's protestations and Rúmil's plaintive whimpers, but they were of little consequence now; Thranduil owned him, mind, body, and spirit. He gazed into those emerald eyes, and was lost; the Sindar King was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

"I am going to lay claim to you now, young Orophin." Thranduil whispered as he caressed his face. "I may not be the first to do so, but I dare say, I will be the best."

Orophin moaned softly, the King's honeyed voice wafting into his ears. "Yes, my Lord," he whispered. "Take me, use me as you will. I am yours to command."

Thranduil gathered the archer's lean legs in his arms as he lifted his hips from the bed, bringing them to rest upon the tops of his thighs, his eyes glittering darkly with heat in the dim lighting of the room. "Beg for me, Orophin," he demanded softly. "I want to hear you beg." The tip of his arousal pressed teasingly against the young warrior's opening.

Orophin groaned. "Saes, my Lord," he begged, desperate to feel the other take him and claim him utterly, to quench the fire that Thranduil had built within him. "Saes! Fill me, use me, I beg you!"

Thranduil smiled his victory and buried himself to the hilt in the archer's briefly prepared body in one smooth thrust, hissing with pleasure as Orophin clenched against him and cried out. Over and over the King drove into his willing heat, stretching him, filling him, claiming his body as his own. Orophin pulled against the bonds that held his wrists and arched his back, riding his lover's motion as he cried out in ecstasy.

"Say my name, Orophin," the King growled breathlessly, his strokes coming faster, harder than before. "I want to hear my name on your lips when you come for me."

Orophin moaned urgently and cried out the King's name, not caring if all of Arda heard him, "Thranduil!"

Thranduil groaned deeply as he spilled himself in Orophin's tight young body, dropping his head to rest upon the archer's chest as the aftermath of his release sent tremors through his body. He felt the Silvan's engorged arousal twitch beneath his stomach and he smiled, glancing over his shoulder at his son, who held the youngest of their captives in his grasp. He slowly withdrew from Orophin's body and rose from the bed, crossing the distance to where his son stood, holding a trembling Rúmil in his strong arms. He gave his son a gentle smile and caressed his face, placing a soft kiss upon Legolas' forehead.

"He is ready for you, Iôn," he said, glancing back at Orophin, who lay as if boneless on the bed, his arousal jutting painfully against his stomach. He smiled with delight and looked back at his son. "Do what you will with him, my Greenleaf. For I do believe he is in need of relief."

Legolas smiled at his father, and released his hold on Rúmil, stepping towards the bed with graceful and predatory intent. His clothing fell carelessly to the floor as he stripped himself of his garments, his hazel eyes dark with anticipation as he finally came to a halt beside the bed, looking down at Orophin with a pleased and hungry smile.

Rúmil nearly collapsed when Legolas released him and he fell forward onto the King, feeling his strong arms reach out and embrace him. Ringed fingers gripped his chin lightly, raising his head to meet the smoldering green gaze of the Sindar, and Thranduil smiled down at him. The younger elf shivered at the intensity of the gaze, feeling as if all his clothing had already been stripped away.

Thranduil contemplated the slightly smaller elf he held in his arms and felt the fine tremble wrack the lithe body that pressed against his. He knew from Legolas, that while Rúmil had not been the instigator of their activities, like Orophin, he had never known submission. A slow and delicious smile of anticipation curled the King's lips as he considered the lovely and trembling elf before him, knowing what a pleasure it would be to bend young Rúmil to his will.

Haldir saw the predatory look the King was giving his youngest brother and growled through his gag, struggling helplessly against his bindings. His protests caught the King's attention, and Thranduil looked up at him, his smile knowingly wicked.

"Tsk, tsk… patience, my good marchwarden. Your time will come soon enough."

*****

Orophin felt the mattress dip beneath Legolas' weight and closed his eyes, whimpering softly when he felt the first light and feathery touches against his arousal.

"I begin to see what it is you three see in me, when I am helpless, wanton, and so full of need." Legolas murmured, his fingers lightly stroking the throbbing length of flesh that strained between Orophin's muscular thighs. "You are lovely, rwalaer."

Orophin bit back a sob as those lean and clever fingers continued to softly torment his length. "Saes, Legolas," he pleaded, opening his eyes beseechingly at the young Sindar. "Do not tease me so."

"You ask for mercy, meldir?" Legolas asked, his eyes gleaming in the half-light of the room. "Should I give it to you?" His fingers stroked lower, squeezing the warm handful of flesh just below Orophin's jutting arousal.

"Uma!" Orophin groaned, his body shuddering with his need as the Prince gave his flesh another firm squeeze. "Saes, melethron, n'uma ner."

Legolas chuckled softly, releasing his hold on Orophin's flesh to slide his body upward, rubbing his bare skin against his captive's in delicious friction. He bent his head, pressing a kiss against Orophin's mouth, grinding his hips against the other elf's slowly.

Orophin sighed into the Prince's mouth, lifting his hips in supplication as he felt the warm and velvety brush of Legolas' tongue against his.

Thranduil watched with approval as his son worked his magic on the shuddering elf beneath him, and turned his attention to his own captive, running his fingers over Rúmil's slightly parted lips. The young Silvan's eyes were glazed with desire, watching the two golden forms on the King's bed and hearing the throaty groans from Orophin's mouth. He could feel the hardened length of Rúmil's arousal pressing against his thigh and his hand lowered to lightly stroke it through the thin fabric of his leggings.

Rúmil felt the caress and groaned softly, pressing harder into the King's hand. He uttered a small cry of protest when the hand was removed, and felt Thranduil's fingers grip his chin once more. His eyes widened and his heart fluttered wildly in his chest when the beautiful face moved closer to his and the King covered his mouth with his own.

Haldir watched with dismay and growing desire as his brother lost himself to Thranduil's kiss, his lithe body swaying slightly in the King's embrace as he willingly opened to the assault on his senses. His attention was torn between watching the Prince torment Orophin, and watching Thranduil seduce Rúmil. He found himself growing impossibly hard against his leggings as he envisioned his own seduction, and struggled against the thought. He would not be made wanton by his needs. He would never beg to be taken. He would never plead for his release.

The warm air of the chamber kissed his skin and Rúmil realized dazedly that somehow the King had managed to divest him of his tunic. The thought was lost as he felt Thranduil's hands slide slowly up his back, pulling him closer as he deepened his kiss. A low moan escaped him when he felt those hands slide to the lacing of his leggings, tugging at them and loosening them with ease.

Thranduil's fingers explored greedily, dipping below the waistline of Rúmil's leggings to brush the tip of his arousal, and he heard the young elf gasp, the sound muffled by the press of his lips against his. He felt the lithe body relax in his hold and raised his head, releasing Rúmil's mouth with a smile of satisfaction.

"On your knees, lirimaer," he ordered huskily. "I have a better use for that lovely mouth."

Shuddering and aching with need, Rúmil complied, dropping gracefully to his knees before the King. Without being told, he opened his mouth, reaching for the weeping length of flesh that jutted proudly from Thranduil's hips, only to have his hands slapped away.

"You may not use your hands," the golden beauty admonished him. "Keep them behind your back until I tell you otherwise."

Swallowing, Rúmil complied, gripping his wrist with the opposite hand. He felt Thranduil's fingers slide beneath his hair to cup the back of his neck, and felt the elf guide him towards his task. He opened his mouth once more and felt the smooth and velvet flesh of Thranduil's arousal slide past his lips.

Thranduil groaned softly, watching his length disappear between Rúmil's soft lips, feeling the moist warmth enclose his shaft in delicious strokes. Holding the younger elf steady by the back of his neck, Thranduil flexed his hips, thrusting slowly into that open mouth, pushing his length deeper into his throat.

Legolas lifted his head and glanced behind him, watching his father take Rúmil's sweet mouth with interest. It gave him a delicious idea. He shifted his body over Orophin's, sliding upward until he straddled the Silvan's chest, tilting his hips forward so that his hardened length was within easy reach. He saw Orophin's gray eyes widen and he chuckled.

Without being asked, Orophin took the Prince's length between his lips, sliding it between them and into his mouth with a low groan, hearing Legolas' sigh of pleasure as he moved forward slightly, pushing deeper into Orophin's mouth.

Legolas' eyes narrowed into slits as he watched Orophin take him in his mouth, feeling the delicious heat surround his length as he worked it slowly between his lips. Orophin's eyes were closed, and soft moans escaped him, the sound vibrating against his arousal and sending delightful tremors up his spine.

Haldir closed his eyes, shaking with desire and anger, the wet, sucking sounds and accompanying groans of pleasure filling his ears.

Thranduil felt his release rising close at hand and pulled back, sliding reluctantly from the warmth of Rúmil's mouth. The young elf's eyes were closed, and his breath was coming in short gasps through his open mouth. As tempting as it was to find his release between those lovely lips, the King had other plans.

Rúmil felt himself being lifted and opened his eyes, gasping in surprise when his leggings were stripped from him in a swift movement, leaving him completely naked, his newly freed arousal throbbing against his stomach. Without a word, Thranduil gently pushed him to his knees once more, his green eyes dark with heated desire.

"Sedho, lirimaer," Thranduil told him. "Stay just as you are."

Rúmil watched with dread and helpless need as the King left him for a moment, struggling to hold his arms behind his back. His eyes widened with apprehension when Thranduil returned and he eyed the items the older elf held with fearful fascination.

Chuckling softly, Thranduil stepped behind his captive, admiring the smooth curve of his buttocks and the fine muscles of his smooth back, before reaching for Rúmil's wrists. In a quick and well-practiced movement, he slid the leather cuffs over the young elf's wrists and bound them together, patting the silky flesh of Rúmil's bottom with approval.

"There, lirimaer. That is better, is it not?" He stepped in front of his captive once more, his finger's lifting Rúmil's chin. He could see the young elf struggle with being bound, and hid his smile. "Answer me, mir nín."

Rúmil swallowed, licking his lips. "Yes, my Lord." His voice was a husky whisper.

Thranduil smiled and opened his hand to show the elf what he held. "Do you know what this is, my lovely?" he crooned, brushing the soft hair way from Rúmil's face.

He eyed the thick metal ring in the King's hand and shook his head.

"Answer me, Rúmil," Thranduil admonished softly.

He struggled, feeling lost under that penetrating gaze. "No, my Lord."

Thranduil smiled, pulling Rúmil to his feet. "Then I will show you, lirimaer."

Rúmil gasped, pleasure flooding him as Thranduil gripped his length with strong and sure fingers, stroking it deftly until it was achingly hard. He cried out in surprise when the King slid the ring over his flesh, closing it snugly against the base of his arousal. His eyes flew to the Sindar's in dismay, and he shuddered at the wicked smile the King gave him.

"You are mine, my lovely," Thranduil purred, stroking the trembling shoulders and placing a soft kiss against the pulse of his captive's throat, feeling it beat wildly under his lips. "I will stake my claim on your lovely flesh, and you will yearn for no other."

Legolas reached up and unlocked the cuffs that held Orophin's arms imprisoned above his head, pulling his length from the heat of his mouth with a sigh of pleasure. He saw the need in the gray eyes that met his pleadingly and he smiled, dropping a light kiss against Orophin's mouth.

"On your knees, rwalaer," he ordered softly, moving back so Orophin could comply. "I will give you what you seek."

He felt the Prince's clever fingers unlock the ring at the base of his arousal and was nearly undone by their touch and the sudden loss of pressure on his length. He shuddered, and felt Legolas' hands stroke his back soothingly until his tremors subsided.

"Shh, meldir, You have been most patient," Legolas whispered, his hands sliding lower to grip Orophin's hips. "You deserve your reward."

Orophin felt the tip of the Prince's arousal press against his entrance and flexed his hips, opening his body and groaning with helpless pleasure as he felt himself impaled by Legolas' hard length. In all their couplings, never had had the Prince taken him this way, and he found himself shaking from the sensation of it.

Legolas groaned softly as he began to move, thrusting his length slowly into the tight and welcome heat of Orophin's body. The Silvan arched his back, his body swaying with the force of his thrusts, his mouth open as he gave voice to his pleasure. He took what Orophin freely gave him, pushing deeper into the tight warmth with increasing force, their bodies rocking together in a passionate rhythm. Legolas felt his desire near the edge of its peak and leaned forward, pulling Orophin's body upward so that he was kneeling, his back pressed against his chest. His body straining, he reached forward and grasped his lover's length in his hand, stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts.

He heard Orophin's throaty cry as he came, shuddering and moaning, his passage constricting almost painfully against Legolas' length. With a final driving thrust, he reached his own completion, spilling his seed deep into Orophin's quivering body with a growl of pure ecstasy.

Orophin shook with the intensity of his release. Never before had he felt anything like it and it left him feeling weak in its aftermath. He leaned gratefully against the strong arms that held him, his head dropping to his chest as he struggled to breathe.

Legolas placed a soft kiss against the lightly sweating temple and slid his softening length from Orophin's body, smiling at the other elf's soft gasp. He gently pushed Orophin down onto the bed, rolling his pliant form onto his side, before curling his own body next to it. From this position, he could easily see both his father and Rúmil, and saw that, though exhausted and obviously sated, Orophin watched as well.

*****

"You are lovely when you tremble, sweet one," Thranduil purred, stalking with predatory grace around his captive, his eyes roaming appreciatively over his lithe form. "I could enjoy making you tremble so for quite a long time, I think." He ran his fingers lightly over Rúmil's throbbing arousal, gathering the moisture that wept freely from its tip with his fingers, watching the fine trembling that wracked his captive's limbs at his caress. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them slowly, holding Rúmil's gaze with his own.

"Sweet," he murmured, licking his fingers clean. "As you are when you yield thus."

Rúmil's arms strained behind him when Thranduil's fingers brushed his nipples, pinching them slowly between his fingers, and he heard himself moan softly in response. He turned his head, watching the King circle him once more. He felt like a mouse being played with by a great cat, helpless to escape. He found as he watched the King slowly circle him he did not want to escape; part of him longed to be a slave to the King's will. His legs trembled and felt as if they would fail him at any moment. He struggled to control his breathing as his new master looked at him.

Thranduil threaded his fingers through the silky length of the archer's hair and knotted it in his hand, slowly but forcefully pulling Rúmil's head back to expose his neck. He traced his captive's jugular with his tongue, smiling as the younger elf whimpered in response. His lips made their way to the marchwarden's ear and he drew his tongue along the curved edge and encircled the point. Rúmil shuddered and nearly collapsed against the King, causing Thranduil to laugh softly in his ear. He stepped behind the bound elf, turning his trembling body to face Haldir and gazed at the elder marchwarden over Rúmil's pale shoulder.

"He is beautiful, is he not? Soft and supple…" He ran his hands over Rúmil's chest as the younger elf arched his back, pressing his chest into the King's hands. "…so eager to please. Such a fine young elf. I only wish I had been the one to strip him of his innocence." The King's gaze leveled on Haldir, and his dark blonde eyebrow arched gracefully. "I wonder who the lucky one was?" A plaintive whimper escaped Rúmil's lips and the King turned his attention back to his captive. "Would you tell me if I asked you, lirimaer?"

Rúmil whimpered again, the name just forming on his lips. Haldir growled beneath his gag and resumed his struggle with renewed intensity, thrashing futilely against the strong ropes that held him captive. Thranduil smiled at his struggling, and covered Rúmil's lips with his fingers, purring as the youngest marchwarden hungrily drew them into his mouth with his tongue. The King returned his gaze to Haldir and whispered in Rúmil's ear. "'Tis alright little one, some things are better left untold."

He drew a deep breath as Rúmil sensuously sucked upon his fingers, thoughts of that tongue caressing his own consumed him as he turned the younger elf to face him once again.

Rúmil looked into the King's emerald eyes and sighed, utterly lost beneath his captivating gaze.

"Do you want me, nín bain?" Thranduil asked softly, running his wet fingers over his captive's tender lips.

Rúmil nodded, his eyes never leaving the King's "Uma," he whispered, licking his lips. "Saes."

Thranduil smiled and covered those sweet lips with his own, tasting the deepest recesses of the young marchwarden's mouth. Rúmil moaned into the kiss and rose to the balls of his feet, endeavoring to press his groin against the King. Thranduil withdrew from the kiss and laughed softly, teasing Rúmil's swollen lips with his tongue.

"Saes, aran nín, im baur…" he whispered breathlessly, his body shuddering with his need.

Thranduil smiled and caressed Rúmil's face. "I would not deny one who begs so sweetly. Is that how you made my son beg, Rúmil? Did his pleading cries arouse you as yours do me?"

Gray eyes blinked slowly, trying to focus as he struggled to answer. "We only wanted to show him pleasure, my Lord. We did not…"

Thranduil covered the young marchwarden's lips with his fingers. "Ssshh… lirimaer. I know you did not harm him. Legolas and I only wish to show you the pleasure you and your brothers bestowed upon him." He leveled his gaze upon the young trembling elf in his arms. "On your knees, Rúmil."

Rúmil sank to his knees with fluid grace and knelt before the King, his blonde head bowed in submission. "Anything, my Lord," he whispered, his voice low and uneven. "Anything you wish I would happily give."

Thranduil smiled wickedly; he almost did not have the heart to torment so gentle and sweet an elf. He gazed at Haldir, watching his struggle against his bonds decrease, seeing the obvious state of arousal he was in and how much he hated it. **Now that one, on the other hand, that one I could torment for an age.** the King thought wickedly to himself. **But, I will leave him to my son.**

Rúmil trembled before the elf who had mastered him so easily, his legs straining, his arms and shoulders aching, and his arousal throbbing mercilessly as he awaited his next command.

"Legolas, would you join me please?"

Legolas languidly rose from the bed as Orophin whimpered at the loss of his warm, soft body. He took a place in front of his father and smiled sweetly. "Yes, Ada?"

Thranduil smiled and caressed his cheek with the back of his hand. "Share this one with me."

Legolas smiled broadly, his dark eyes gleaming with delight. "Of course, Ada."

Thranduil crossed behind Rúmil, placing his hand on the young marchwarden's shoulders as Legolas knelt in front of him.

"Look at me, meldir," the Prince whispered.

Rúmil turned his flushed face and smiled timidly at Legolas when he saw the look in the Prince's eyes. He felt the King's soft, warm breath upon his ear as he heard him whisper, "We will not hurt you, little one." He felt a warm, oiled finger slide between the round curves of his buttocks and he gasped, a soft moan escaping him as that finger slid inside his tight body.

The King sat back upon his heels and gently probed the younger elf's entrance, smiling in satisfaction as his captive cried out and bucked back against him. Rúmil's head fell back against his shoulder as his back formed an exaggerated arch, writhing in pleasure against Thranduil's body.

Legolas' mouth fell to Rúmil's chest and hungrily consumed the writhing marchwarden's silky flesh as his father took the young archer to greater and greater heights of pleasure. He took a pebbled nipple between his teeth and nipped it as he encircled Rúmil's throbbing length with his strong fingers, his hand sliding and squeezing the weeping shaft.

"Ai!" Rúmil cried, his body shuddering with his need. "Saes! Aníron! Im baur!"

Legolas took his own reawakened arousal in his hand and thrust it against Rúmil's pulsating length, a low hiss of pleasure escaping his lips as he felt the rigid and silken shaft slide against his own.

The young archer sobbed breathlessly as his need consumed him, rocking between the King's hand and Legolas' sure grip. He moaned helplessly, blissfully tormented between the two elves as he gave himself to their pleasure and his own. He felt Thranduil withdraw his fingers and whimpered softly, feeling their loss keenly for a moment. His whimpers turned to low keening moans as the King replaced them with his rigid length. Rúmil arched, his body a tight bow as he bucked his hips and impaled himself upon the King's arousal, crying out his name as he felt the King fill him, stretching him impossibly on his hard length.

Thranduil reached up and caressed the archer's silver hair and pressed his lips to his ear. "Ah, but you plead so beautifully, Rúmil, ‘tis music to my ears to hear you cry my name thus. I could listen to your pleading cries until the end of days."

Legolas gazed up at Haldir from under weighted lids, his eyes dark with passion as he continued thrusting against Rúmil's engorged length. Haldir returned his gaze, his own eyes dark and heavy, his chest rising and falling with increasing rhythm. Legolas silently mouthed the words, "You are next, melethron." And the eldest marchwarden felt his sex swell beneath his robe.

Thranduil's powerful thigh muscles constricted and stretched as he thrust up into the willing heat of the young marchwarden's body, Rúmil's plaintive cries driving him on to climax. He looked at his son, so beautifully lost in the throes of his passion and saw his eyelids begin to flutter, a harbinger of his impending release.

Legolas returned his gaze and saw his father nod. Reaching down, he deftly released the ring binding Rúmil's swollen and throbbing length and the young marchwarden shuddered in response, crying out his release as it claimed him and left him utterly spent.

Thranduil felt Rúmil's constricting passage mercilessly squeezing his length, and groaned deeply, spilling his essence into his captive's willing body, burying himself deeply into his welcome heat. He heard his son's gasp of pleasure and looked up, panting slightly as Legolas' beautiful eyes closed in bliss. The Prince's neck arched gracefully as threw his head back, spilling himself across Rúmil's stomach, and Thranduil smiled; nothing was quite as beautiful as the aftermath of spent desire.

Rúmil shuddered with aftershocks, his arousal twitching, and his body trembling as he collapsed back upon the elf who had mastered him so easily. He turned his head, nuzzling his lips against the King's neck and heard Thranduil laugh softly.

"You are an affectionate one, lirimaer." He stroked Rúmil's damp brow, pushing the tangled locks of silver hair away from his face. "You have earned a rest." He slid from his captive's body, gently releasing his wrists from the cuffs and cradling his limp body in his arms.

Legolas rested back upon his heels, his head hanging down as he regained himself. He looked up into his father's eyes and smiled as Thranduil caressed his hair.

"Well done, Greenleaf," his father said softly, before rising to his feet and carrying Rúmil to his bed.

Legolas' gaze was locked upon Haldir's as his breathing slowed. Just looking at the trussed and aroused marchwarden caused his own desire to light again, and he laughed softly as Haldir shifted in his chair, expressions of apprehension and anticipation warring on his face.

Thranduil laid Rúmil upon the bed and kissed him softly upon the lips, hearing the youngest marchwarden purr in delight. "Keep your brother warm, little one. I will return."

Orophin wrapped his arms around his brother and pulled him tight against him as the King laid a soft blanket across their spent bodies, bestowing a kiss upon Orophin as well. Two pairs of equally dazed and satiated gray eyes blinked tiredly up at him, and he smiled in satisfaction.

He turned and stood beside his son, staring at the bound and gagged marchwarden before him, contemplating the endless possibilities and enjoying each one as it paraded through his mind. He crossed his broad arms over his chest and smiled wickedly. "Now, my Greenleaf, what to do with this one…"

Haldir flushed, painfully aware of his arousal as he stared up at the two golden elves, swallowing in unease at their predatory and hungry expressions. He expected such a look from the King, but never had he seen the Prince's fair face look so, and it unnerved him.

Thranduil saw Haldir's gray eyes dart to the Prince and chuckled softly, his hands reaching for the tie that held Haldir's robe closed and tugging it, loosening the fabric that hid the marchwarden's flesh from his gaze.

"You have seen my son in the depths of his need as he yielded to you, Haldir," Thranduil gently chided, sliding the robe off his captive's well-developed chest. "I think it only fair that you give him an equal measure of yourself." He glanced at Legolas, his eyebrow arching slightly. "Do you not agree, Iôn?"

"Oh yes, Ada," Legolas breathed, his eyes widening slightly as his fingers gently explored the skin that his father had bared. His dark eyes locked on Haldir's as his fingers teasingly brushed against the hardened nipples, hearing the muffled groan the caress elicited with a pleased smile. "I would have you, Haldir, as you have had me." He pressed his lips against the curve of the Silvan's ear, his tongue flicking out to tease the pointed tip. "I would have you breathless, pleading, and wanting nothing more than for me to fill you with my heat."

Haldir shuddered, the Prince's warm breath and his soft words sending shivers of desire through him, and he moaned against the gag, closing his eyes. He felt his gag being loosened and opened them once more, licking his lips and swallowing to work some moisture into his dry mouth.

Legolas tossed the gag behind him and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Haldir's mouth, his tongue brushing against the velvet softness of the other's. He felt the brief tremor that shook his captive's body as he deepened his kiss, his fingers lightly pinching the hardened nipples beneath his hands.

Thranduil watched, his arousal stirring once more, as Haldir's body arched under his son's skillful caress, his soft moans muffled against the Prince's mouth. Tongues met and entwined, fighting for dominance, while Haldir strained against his bonds. He heard the oldest marchwarden's gasp when Legolas left his mouth. His lips and tongue tracing a path down the smooth column of Haldir's throat, sucking at the hollow at the base of his neck, before trailing down the center of their captive's chest.

Haldir gasped as the Prince licked a wet path across his skin, his tongue delving into the indentation in the center of his belly, and shuddered when he felt the warmth of Legolas' mouth against his length. Wet, delicious heat enclosed him, sucking with teasing slowness, and Haldir groaned helplessly against the sensation, wanting more.

Thranduil chuckled as the proud Silvan lost his hard won control, his silver hair trailing the over the back of the chair as he threw his head back in abandon, his lean hips straining up off of the wooden seat to meet the thrusts of Legolas' mouth. He curled his fingers into the silky strands, pulling Haldir's neck back further, exposing the smooth column of his throat to his hungry gaze. His lips found the rapidly beating pulse beneath the warm skin and nipped at it with his teeth, feeling their captive shudder in response, his breath coming in short, harsh gasps.

Legolas knew Haldir would not last long under such treatment, and reluctantly drew away, letting his length slip slowly from his lips, chuckling at the marchwarden's keening moan of disappointment.

"Do you wish more?" Thranduil purred softly into Haldir's ear, licking the point of it with his tongue. "We would give it to you, if you were to ask nicely."

"Yes," Haldir breathed, uncaring for the moment at how needy his voice sounded.

Nimble fingers undid the ties that bound Haldir to the chair, and in moments, his arms and legs were free. The two Sindar elves gave him a moment to recover, to stretch his shoulders and rub the circulation back into his limbs, before they renewed their assault on his senses.

Legolas pulled the marchwarden to his feet, stripping his robe the rest of the way off his body and tossing it aside. He licked his lips provocatively, and heard Haldir's swift and sudden intake of breath when his father caressed his curved backside.

"You are every bit as lovely as your brothers, Haldir," Thranduil murmured, his fingers kneading the smooth muscles of his bottom, sliding teasingly between the edges of his cheeks. "I can see why my son is so taken with you."

Haldir tensed beneath those exploring fingers, his pride struggling to surface once more. He opened his mouth to protest, and was silenced by the King's kiss. Strong arms held him as Thranduil's lips nuzzled his, and he was lost under the sensuous softness of their touch. He opened his mouth under their persuasive caress, and moaned softly at the velvet brush of Thranduil's tongue against his.

Thranduil drew back, his eyes glittering in the half-light of the room, drawing his thumb across Haldir's lower lip. He turned and glanced over his shoulder at Legolas, raising a graceful eyebrow in a silent query as he stepped aside.

"On your knees, Haldir," Legolas ordered softly. "I want to see how well you can please my father."

Gray eyes flew to his in protest, and Legolas silenced him with a kiss. "Shh, meldiramin. Do this for me," he whispered against Haldir's mouth. "I want to see you." Firm but gentle hands pushed against his shoulders, and Haldir sank gracefully to his knees before the King.

Orophin stroked Rúmil's slender back, his fingers sliding over his brother's warm flesh as he watched Haldir take Thranduil's length in his mouth, his own arousal twitching and growing in response. He heard Rúmil's soft sigh, and placed a kiss beneath his ear, his eyes never leaving the erotic sight before him.

Haldir's eyes closed as he swallowed the velvet hardness of Thranduil's arousal, sliding his lips over the shaft and taking it deep into his throat. Soft moans escaped him as he worked his mouth over the silky flesh, lapping at the moisture that leaked from the tip, before swallowing it deep once more.

"That is lovely," Legolas breathed, watching breathlessly, his own arousal hard against his stomach. He circled behind the marchwarden and knelt behind him, Haldir's hair brushing softly against his chest as his arms swept around to hold the archer steady. His fingers toyed with the hardened peaks of Haldir's nipples, and heard the muffled groans he made in response.

Thranduil's head fell back and his eyes closed, his hips flexing slightly as he thrust into Haldir's willing mouth, groaning when Haldir's moans vibrated along his shaft. He opened his eyes and watched the marchwarden work his length, writhing underneath the touch of his son's talented fingers.

Rúmil felt his brother's hesitant touch along his flanks and turned away from the breathtaking view, his eyes meeting the gray-blue gaze of Orophin in a questioning glance. He felt the tentative caress again, this time closer to the base of his arousal and shivered with the sudden and intense need that filled him. His brother's gaze was dark and heated, and he reached out tentatively to touch his mouth with the tips of his fingers.

Orophin saw his eyes dilate with desire and heard his soft intake of breath as he pressed a kiss to those questing fingers, his tongue flicking out to taste their sweetness. He heard Rúmil's soft moan and leaned forward, his head bending slightly to press his lips against the tender mouth that opened so invitingly for him.

Rúmil's hand buried itself in Orophin's soft hair as he opened himself to his brother's kiss, his tongue shyly brushing against the warm and velvety softness of Orophin's mouth, giving himself over to the new sensation of the lips that claimed his.

Legolas saw Orophin kiss Rúmil and smiled against Haldir's neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty skin beneath his ear. His fingers continued to torment Haldir's sensitive nipples, and he felt a fine tremble wrack the lithe body he held against him. He slid a hand lower, across the flat planes of the archer's stomach to the throbbing length of flesh between Haldir's thighs. Gripping it firmly, he gave it a few strokes, and felt Haldir's quivering response, his moans increasing in their intensity.

Thranduil growled low in his throat as his release took him and he arched his back, thrusting deeper into the warmth of Haldir's mouth, spilling his seed into his throat with a guttural moan.

Haldir swallowed, his own release dancing just out of reach as the Prince's hands kept him skillfully on the edge. The King's length slid slowly from his lips and he gasped, shuddering with need, aching to be fulfilled. His cry of dismay when Legolas' hand released him made both his captors chuckle.

Anger and dismay filled him, and he made to rise, only to be held back by the Prince's strong grip on his arms.

"Let me go, Legolas," he seethed, fuming and embarrassed by their soft laughter. "I am done submitting to you."

Legolas held him easily, and brushed his lips against the struggling marchwarden's ear. "You would leave us when you are in such a state?" he asked, brushing a hand against Haldir's arousal teasingly. "When we would give you fulfillment?"

Haldir groaned at the touch, feeling the Prince's arousal pressing firmly against his backside. His pride warred with his need. "Let me go," he said again, his struggles weaker.

Thranduil smiled wickedly, watching the conflicting mix of emotions play across the handsome marchwarden's face as Legolas continued to torment his sensitive flesh. He stalked closer, circling the two beautiful elves before him, the gold and the silver, one holding the other now only by his need and his desire.

"Do you want him?" Thranduil purred, his green eyes locking with Haldir's gray ones. "Do you want to feel him inside you?" He reached out and caressed the light sweat from the archer's brow, before teasing the soft lips with his thumb. "You must speak, lovely one."

Haldir shook his head away from the caress. "No," he breathed, his breath tightening as he felt Legolas' arousal slide teasingly between his cheeks, the Prince's hand stroking his length slowly once more. "No," his protest came weakly.

"Would you deny him the touch of your flesh? When you have taken your pleasure with his?" Thranduil demanded softly, his thumb sliding over Haldir's lips once more. "Hmm?" He bent lower, his face inches from the marchwarden's own. "Would you deny yourself pleasure that you can only imagine?"

Haldir's breath came in short, hitching gasps as he was held by that bottomless gaze.

"Would you deny me what I demand?" Thranduil crooned, touching his lips softly with the tip of his tongue, and felt his captive shudder in need.

"Relent, Haldir, it is useless, no one can deny my father..." Legolas purred as he caressed the marchwarden's ear with his tongue. Gathering moisture from the tip of his arousal, Legolas pressed his fingers against the tight opening between Haldir's smooth cheeks. "No one will deny me," he growled softly as his fingers slid into the marchwarden's tightness.

"Ai!" Haldir gasped, his back arching against the press of the Prince's long fingers. He felt the King take his length in his ringed hand and stroke it slowly, timing his movements with the gentle but insistent thrusts of Legolas' fingers. He was lost between the two golden beauties who worked his body skillfully, their caresses bringing him closer to his peak, but leaving it just out of his reach.

"Saes!" he groaned, utterly undone by their touch. "I will not…." he groaned helplessly as those impossibly long fingers struck his mark. He shuddered, leaning forward against Thranduil's chest. "Saes," he whispered, his eyes closed in need.

"Yes, melethron?" Legolas purred, his tongue flicking the tip of Haldir's ear. "Please what?"

Thranduil pressed his lips against the soft skin at Haldir's temple, smiling against the light sweat he found there. "You beg so prettily, malthen mathor..." he whispered huskily against his skin. "Tell him what it is you desire."

"Lle..." Haldir whispered, knowing he was lost.

Thranduil pulled back, his lean fingers lightly gripping Haldir's chin as he forced the dazed marchwarden to meet his gaze.

"One or both, mir nín?"

Haldir shuddered again, desire making him helpless against their assault on his body. "Pân." His reply was barely audible.

Thranduil growled, his reply a pleased rumble. "Then you shall have what you desire."

Legolas' soft breath caressed his ear. "And more."

Haldir felt himself trembling and was unable to prevent the gasp that escaped him when Legolas' fingers withdrew from their tight prison

"I would have you screaming my name before I am through with you," Legolas' voice came again at his ear, his warm breath sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.

The wet caress of the Thranduil's tongue along his hairline made him whimper and moan as the Sindar King's hands working their magic on his painfully erect arousal. "Yes!" Haldir breathed, feeling those wickedly talented hands stroke his length, his breath catching when he felt the first drops of warm oil drizzle between his cheeks. He felt the warm press of Legolas' arousal against his opening, gasping in a mixture of pain and pleasure when he felt the tip slide past the barrier of muscles that endeavored to keep him out.

Legolas sighed, his eyes closing in bliss as he sheathed his length slowly into the tight heat of Haldir's body. He had wanted this for so long.

Haldir groaned, opening his eyes in surprise when he felt the hard press of Thranduil's arousal against his cheek. The King smiled wickedly down at him, his eyes glittering with heat.

"I long to thrust into that beautiful mouth once more," the King breathed as he stroked the warrior's silver hair. "Would you grant me what I wish? I will make it worth your while, meldiramin."

Haldir's eyes fluttered shut, but he opened his mouth to willingly accept what Thranduil offered him, wrapping his lips around the velvet heat of the King's length.

"You feel so good, melethron," Legolas whispered, his lean fingers gripping Haldir's hips tightly as he established a slow rhythm of thrusts. "Long have I wanted you this way."

The King leaned his head back as the marchwarden took him in his mouth, slowly thrusting into his warm wet embrace. He groaned as Haldir began to moan, sending tremors down his hardened length.

Legolas peered up at his father from behind weighted lids, his eyes almost black with pleasure. Thranduil stroked his son's hair as the marchwarden took him deeper into his mouth, his muffled groans growing in their intensity.

His body swayed with the force of Legolas' thrusts, forward and back, taking their flesh into him with wet sounds of passion. He was held by their bodies, impaled at both ends by the throbbing lengths of flesh that stroked him within, driving him closer to the edge of his desire with each drawing thrust.

Thranduil hissed through his clenched jaw as he spilled down the archer's throat, his eyes closed in pleasure. He opened them and reached out, softly caressing Haldir's cheek as he slipped his length from his swollen lips.

Haldir swallowed, feeling his arousal throb painfully as Legolas' thrusts became more forceful, changing the angle of his movements to strike Haldir's mark, running his length over and over the sensitive bundle of nerves buried deep within him until the marchwarden was groaning breathlessly.

Thranduil knelt in front of Haldir, gazing deep into his eyes before pressing a deep kiss to his mouth, swallowing his groans and muffling them with his mouth. Haldir's body rocked against his with the movements of Legolas' thrusts, and he increased his strokes on the archer's length. He felt the lithe body stiffen beneath his hands and he swallowed Haldir's cries of passion as he finally found his release, shuddering and moaning with delicious abandon.

Haldir's head dropped to his chest as he gasped for air, the Prince's thrusts still rocking his body forward as he filled him with his heat. He groaned helplessly against the sensation of being taken, being claimed by the Prince, and felt his arousal begin to harden once more, as Legolas struck his mark unerringly.

Legolas felt his father's soft lips press against his forehead and opened his eyes, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he drove himself into Haldir's willing flesh. He groaned, feeling the tight passage constrict against his length, and felt his release near at hand. Green eyes held his as he thrust, and he shuddered, crying out his release as he spilled his seed deep into Haldir's body.

Thranduil stroked the golden hair away from Legolas' face as kissed his son tenderly on the mouth. "That was beautiful, Iôn," he whispered before drawing away. He glanced down at Haldir, and a smile tugged at his lips. "However it appears you have left our poor Haldir in an uncomfortable state."

Legolas smiled blissfully, leaning his chest against Haldir's strong back, and watched his father reach for Haldir's reawakened length. He felt the fine tremble go through the body beneath his and placed a soft kiss against the back of his neck.

Haldir felt the King grasp his length in hand once more and shuddered, feeling the soft press of Legolas' lips against his neck. The hand stroked him deftly, and he groaned, his body tightening once more as he spilled his release into Thranduil's fingers.

The King brought his hand to his lips and licked his fingers slowly, cleaning the pearly substance from his skin with obvious relish. "Sweet," he murmured, his eyes half-closed as he savored the unique flavor. He arched an eyebrow at his son, who gave him a tired smile in return. "One could become addicted to his taste."

Haldir winced slightly as Legolas slid from his body, pulling him against his chest and cradling him in his lithe arms. The Prince placed a tender kiss on his closed eyelids, and his hands stroked his hair gently. He sighed; for the moment, he was utterly sated and content to be in Legolas' arms.

Thranduil smiled at the beautiful scene, and turned his head towards his bed. His eyebrows rose in surprise, and a soft chuckle escaped him.

Orophin had Rúmil pinned to the mattress and was kissing him, their lovely arms and legs twined together as they mutually explored each other's delights. They were obviously lost to each other, and he was tempted merely to watch, and to see how far things progressed. He wondered if Rúmil would let his brother stake his claim on his oh-so-sweet body.

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Elvish = English Translation:

Gwador = Brother
Meldir = Friend
Iôn = Son
Ada = Father
Melethron = Lover
Rwalaer = Lusty one
Lirimaer = Lovely one
Saes = Please
Uma = Yes
N'uma ner = No more
Sedho = Be still
Mir nín = My treasure
Nín bain = My beauty
Aran nín = My King
Im baur = I need
Aniron = I desire
Malthen Mathor = Golden Warrior
Lle = You
Pân = All
Meldiramin = My Friend

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