Part 3

Posted: September 2003
Author: Khylaren and Larien Elengasse

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Chapter 3, Fruition

"What is this then?" the King purred.

Orophin and Rúmil gasped as they gazed up at the King standing beside the bed. Thranduil waved his hand, motioning to them to move over and he stretched out on the bed beside them, lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand.

"You could not wait for me to return?" The King crooned, and the two brothers looked at each other with bemused glances.

"Our apologies, my Lord," Rúmil shyly answered. "We meant no disrespect, it is just that watching you was so… inspiring, that we became carried away."

Orophin chuckled, "Inspiring indeed." He smiled wickedly at the King. "We would be honored if you would join us, my Lord."

Thranduil smiled and sighed. "Well, as tempting an invitation as that is, I am rather… tired." He rolled to his stomach and folded his hands beneath his head. "I would be content to watch the two of you for awhile."

The brothers looked at one another and smiled. Rúmil smiled sweetly and softly answered, "Could we stay in your bed this night, my Lord? I would like to find sleep in your arms." He blushed as he awaited the King's answer.

Thranduil smiled, **By Elbereth, he is enchanting…** "Of course, lovely Rúmil, you and Orophin are welcome in my bed." He glanced down at Legolas, who knelt on the floor with the exhausted marchwarden in his arms, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Legolas smiled and urged Haldir to his feet, still holding him in his arms as they rose together. "I would like this one to myself, if that is alright with you, Ada."

Thranduil smiled broadly. "As you desire, Greenleaf. Rest well." He smiled as he watched his son guide the exhausted marchwarden from his chamber to his own next door, and turned his attention back to the lovely brothers upon his bed.

*****

Legolas guided the dazed Haldir to his bed, turning back the blankets and sliding in beside him. Haldir sighed quietly and rolled into his arms, resting his head upon the Prince's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. Legolas smiled sleepily and hugged the marchwarden tight, placing a gentle kiss upon the top of his head. "Now, that was not so bad, was it, meldir?"

Haldir took a deep breath and sighed again. "No, I suppose not." He sat up slowly and gave the Prince a stern look. "Not a word of this to anyone, Legolas."

Legolas put his hands up and smiled. "I swear, melethron, I will not breathe a word of it to another."

Haldir grumbled and laid his head back upon the Prince's chest, a pleased smile crossing his lips as he began to drift into reverie.

*****

Thranduil smiled as he watched Rúmil tentatively surrender to his brother's passionate onslaught, the younger elf caught between what his body demanded and his conscience dictated. The King sighed as he saw the young archer tremble at Orophin's skillful touch. He reached out and trailed his fingers through the silver strands of Rúmil's hair as Orophin worked his way down his brother's sculpted torso. Rúmil's hand groped for his own, squeezing it tight as Orophin's lips brushed through the soft hair that grew about his arousal, and his eyes widened in surprise at the strength in the younger elf's grip. Rúmil's soft moans and plaintive cries sang in his ears and he found himself scooting closer, clasping the young archer's hand against his chest and brushing his lips along Rúmil's cheekbone. Thranduil saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the last bastion of his former self slowly falling away.

Rúmil was lost, utterly lost to his brother's touch. In all the years they had played their games, found and tormented their victims, never had Orophin touched him like this. **What am I doing?** he thought as Orophin's tongue drew along the underside of his arousal, the next thought in his mind being, **Why haven't I done this before?** It all made sense to him now, why neither of them had found a mate, why they played their games of seduction with others. Neither had taken a mate, because it was one another that they loved. He clung to the King's hand and leaned into his newfound tutor's kiss. Somehow, Thranduil's presence made it all right, made it safe, allowed him to let his brother do what he was doing now.

Thranduil's soft words of reassurance floated into his ears, "We love who we love, Rúmil, there is nothing wrong with it. Follow your heart, not your mind." Rúmil cried out as Orophin took him in his mouth, and he thrust into his brother's warm and wet embrace. He squeezed the King's hand tightly, rolling his hips upward into the warm, wet heaven of Orophin's mouth. He arched his back and cried out as he found his release, tears tracking down his cheeks as Thranduil placed soft kisses upon his forehead.

The King whispered, "Beautiful Rúmil. Gentle, loving, brave warrior. It is all right, lirimaer, tell your brother how much you love him."

Rúmil's voice was laden with emotion as he whispered to his brother, "Amin mela lle, Orophin, so much, so very much."

Orophin slid back up his brother's body and took him in his arms, looking at Thranduil with concern. "Have I… did I…"

Thranduil stroked his cheek and smiled. "No, brave one, you have not harmed him. Sometimes, when we finally let go of our fear, it overwhelms us. You have both carried this for so long. Give him time to understand his feelings." Thranduil caressed Orophin's face and saw the need that still thrummed inside his body. He slid closer, his hand trailing down Orophin's abdomen, his fingers lightly stroking the archer's arousal. "Let me take care of you, Orophin, until Rúmil is able."

Orophin held his brother tight, burying his face in his hair as the King skillfully manipulated his arousal, slowly bringing him to completion. He imagined it was Rúmil's touch he felt. Rúmil buried his face in Orophin's neck, listing to the low rumbles of desire come from him, his own hand drifting down to cover the King's and aid him in his task. Orophin cried out his release and whispered his brother's name as he trembled. Rúmil turned toward him and wrapped his arms around Orophin's waist, tucking his head beneath his chin and held his brother as his desire slowly abated.

Thranduil sat up and gathered the blankets, drawing them up around their bodies. Rúmil kissed Orophin gently before squirming over the King's body, curling himself on Thranduil's right as Orophin slid forward and pressed himself on the King's left. Thranduil smiled and gathered the brothers in his arms and the three slowly drifted into reverie.

*****

"Are you sure you want this, mir nín?" Thranduil paused, needle in hand, kneeling before Rúmil who sat upon a low table. The young marchwarden nodded his head vigorously; afraid that if he were to open his mouth his voice would fail him.

Haldir stood off to the side, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes narrowed. Their official mission to Eryn Lasgalen had taken much longer than anticipated; though he had to admit sharing every night of the past two weeks with Legolas in his bed was not such a bad benefit. He was quite taken with the Prince and had not shared him with his brothers again, since coming to the wood.

Things had taken quite an unexpected turn. He and Legolas were nearly exclusive, Orophin and Rúmil had not left one another's, or the King's, side since that fateful night in Thranduil's chamber; and for the moment, Haldir was content to stay in Eryn Lasgalen, rather than return to his home. He had ceased to question things since shortly after their arrival, for it seemed life in Eryn Lasgalen had its own rules.

Orophin sat beside Rúmil, their fingers entwined. He was next, and he felt his palms sweating. **Why are you behaving like such a stupid elfling?** He admonished himself, **This was your and Rúmil's idea.** He clenched his teeth and gasped when he saw the needle pierce his brother's navel and heard his muffled cry from behind pursed lips. Thranduil performed the ritual with perfect skill, quickly sliding the needle through and replacing it with a mithril ring. He felt his sex swell in his leggings as he watched the King's soft mouth gently kiss Rúmil's wounded flesh and heard his brother's plaintive whimper.

Rúmil leaned his head back and lost himself in the sensation of Thranduil's soft mouth and tongue caressing his wounded flesh. He felt his arousal twitch inside his now painfully tight leggings with each caress of the King's skillful tongue. He felt that tongue and soft lips move up his chest to his ear, then to his own lips and he sighed.

"Now, was that so bad, lirimaer?" the King's honeyed voice whispered in his ear.

His long fingers strayed into the King's flaxen mane and he whispered in return, "No, my Lord, not so bad."

Thranduil pressed a deep kiss to his lips and moaned quietly, before pulling back and caressing the younger elf's face. "Mmm… you taste so good, Rúmil, so tender and sweet."

Rúmil gazed up at him with dilated eyes, his lids heavy as he peered at the King from behind thick lashes. "As do you, my Lord," he whispered huskily.

Thranduil suppressed a quiet moan and felt a shiver of delight course through him as he looked upon Rúmil. The lovely elf's appetites had grown and varied during his stay, he had learned his lessons well. He reluctantly turned from the younger elf's hungry gaze and looked at Orophin, who was staring at his brother with rapt fascination. He parted the elder brother's legs and stepped between them, dipping the needle into a glass of potent brandy and swirling it around.

Legolas stood behind Haldir, his hands beginning to roam up and down the marchwarden's chest, his fingers dancing over the rise in his leggings as his tongue skillfully manipulated his lover's ear. Haldir closed his eyes and moaned quietly, utterly enslaved by his lover's touch. He leaned back into the Prince's embrace and arched his back, pressing his buttocks into his lover's rising arousal.

"Would you do something for me, a'maelamin?" the Prince whispered.

"Mmm… yes, mir nín, I would do anything for you," he purred in reply.

"Would you get one for me?" Legolas crooned, his tongue sliding teasingly over the curve of his ear.

"Get what, my pet?" Haldir growled, his breath catching at the caress.

"A ring," the Sindar answered, his warm breath caressing the side of his neck.

"Where would you like it, my precious one?" Haldir whispered, arching his neck against the feel of Legolas' lips nibbling the sensitive skin.

"Here." Legolas flicked his tongue along the point of Haldir's ear.

The marchwarden's eyes widened. "There? Can you not think of a place a bit more…inconspicuous and less painful?"

Legolas purred, "Think of the pleasure you would derive from it, meleth nín. It would make me very happy." He gently raked his fingers across the rise in the marchwarden's leggings.

Haldir arched again and groaned as the Prince worked his seductive magic upon him, causing his body to betray his every rational thought. He stammered a reply, "Yes, my Prince, anything for you."

Legolas wrapped a leg around Haldir. "Mmm… you are so good to me, Haldir. How will I ever repay you, hmm?"

Haldir hissed through his clenched jaw as his arousal became fully engorged. "You could let me have what I have not since I arrived…" he whispered.

Legolas chuckled against his ear, his warm breath caressing the wet flesh. "You wish to take me then? To claim me and drive inside me until I am nothing but a boneless shell of myself?"

Haldir closed his eyes and groaned at his lover's soft words, his arousal beginning to weep inside his painfully tight leggings. "Please, Legolas, do not tease me so, do not…"

Legolas cupped his lover's arousal in his hand and squeezed it, causing his lover to bite his lip to stifle his cry. "I would give you what you wish, Haldir, if you grant me my own."

"Aye, my Prince, I will," he whispered.

Thranduil nibbled and sucked at Orophin's nipple until it was taut. The archer's head hung back and he moaned quietly, feeling his sex swell in his leggings and he unconsciously rolled his hips forward against the King. Thranduil withdrew from the marchwarden's hardened nipple and smiled.

"'Tis your last chance to change your mind, nín bain. Once it is in, you cannot take it out."

Orophin nodded, his eyes glazed over with passion. "I understand, my Lord. I am ready."

Rúmil shifted to his side and pressed his mouth against his brother's ear. "Squeeze my hand, gwador. It will hurt less."

Orophin turned and smiled at his brother, squeezing his hand in his own as Rúmil pressed a kiss to his waiting lips. The elder brother groaned into the kiss as the needle pierced his sensitive flesh and he winced as he felt the ring slip through. He shivered in delight as the King's warm, soft mouth gently suckled his wounded flesh and he greeted that mouth hungrily as it reached his own.

Thranduil turned to look at his son tormenting the eldest brother and smiled. "Would you like me to do it, or do you prefer to do it yourself, Iôn?"

Legolas smiled wickedly from behind Haldir. "I will do it, Ada." Legolas took his lover's hand, "Come, melethron, ‘tis your turn."

Haldir closed his eyes and followed the Prince to the table, sitting upon it and waiting for his lover.

Legolas placed his hands on Haldir's hips and slid him back, straddling his lap and slowly rocking his hips against him. He removed Haldir's tunic and swirled the needle in the brandy before drizzling some over his ear.

Haldir flinched at the warm, thick liquid dripping upon his shoulder, and set his jaw in preparation for what would surely be painful. He felt the Prince's soft lips upon his ear and heard him whisper, "Relax, melethron, it will be over soon." He groaned as he felt the tip of the needle pierce through the cartilage and flesh of his ear and winced as he felt and heard the ring click into place. He then sighed and shivered at the feeling of his lover's soft lips upon his wounded flesh, his hands traveling to Legolas' hips as he pulled him closer. He whimpered quietly as Legolas pulled back and took his hands, pulling him from the table.

The Prince's deep voice floated into his ears, "Come, melethron, you have earned your reward."

Haldir opened his dilated eyes and hungrily watched the Prince as he led him to his chamber.

*****

Thranduil reclined upon a blanket in the sun, slowly arching his back and purring at the sensation of two pairs of hands, two sets of lips exploring his flesh. He hissed in pleasure and smiled as Orophin's mouth locked upon one nipple, fondling the ring against his tongue. Rúmil's sweet lips pressed against his stomach and his tongue delved into his navel, drawing another gasp of pleasure from Thranduil's lips. Both Lórien brothers quietly moaned as they enjoyed their King, hands roaming, mouths hungrily consuming him. "Aaahhh, yes, my lovelies, you both feel so good…" He groaned and arched his powerful back as Rúmil's fingers danced over the rise in his leggings.

"Do we please you, my Lord?" Rúmil asked sweetly.

"Do you want us, my Lord?" Orophin asked wickedly.

Thranduil nodded, "Mmm, yes, aníron…"

Orophin straddled the King as Rúmil moved back to Thranduil's mouth. The younger brother whispered against the King's lips, "Yes, my Lord, what do you desire?"

Thranduil smiled, recognizing the game they were playing. He thought to himself, they had been very obedient, why not let them have their fun? "Lle… pân…" he whispered.

Orophin smiled and whispered, "Would you beg, my Lord?"

Rúmil smiled. "Yes, my Lord, do so prettily."

Thranduil opened his eyes and chuckled. "What have I done? What have I created in the two of you?"

The brothers laughed softly and showered the King's face and neck with kisses. He purred in delight and whispered, "Saes…"

Both Rúmil and Orophin groaned at the honeyed sound of the King's voice whispering pleading words and intensified their advances.

"Rúmil! Orophin!"

The brothers shot bolt upright and scrambled off the King upon hearing their Lord's voice. Thranduil rose to his elbows and leaned his head back, groaning at the site of Celeborn standing in his garden. Rúmil hurriedly laced his leggings shut as Orophin groped for his tunic.

"Daro! Sedho…" Celeborn approached, anger flashing in his eyes. "Where is your brother?" he growled.

Rúmil looked at the ground, unable to answer, as Orophin stammered, "With the Prince, my Lord."

Celeborn flicked his finger against the ring that pierced Orophin's nipple, causing the elder brother to wince, then turned his gaze to Rúmil's navel. "What are these?" he asked incredulously.

Thranduil rose to his feet and stared down the proud Sindar lord. "Gifts, from me to your marchwardens. Is that a problem, Celeborn?"

Celeborn frowned at him and turned his glower to the brothers. "Go collect your brother and bring him here."

Orophin and Rúmil bowed and dashed off into the Palace.

Thranduil cocked his head, and looked at the proud elf Lord. "What is the problem, Celeborn? What is wrong with them having some fun now that darkness has passed? They have fought long and hard to protect your realm. They have earned a little rest."

"Rest? Is that what you call…" he waived his hand around, "…this?"

Thranduil chuckled, "Ai, Celeborn…" he trailed his fingers down the elf Lord's silver braids, "… you know how restful this can be, meldir. Perhaps you should stay awhile with your marchwardens. Galadriel is gone, she need not know what you do in her absence."

Celeborn closed his eyes for a moment then abruptly pulled back. "Not again, Thranduil. You have no idea how long it took me to untangle the web you wove last time… No, I will not go through that again."

Thranduil smiled and locked his hand around the back of the elf Lord's neck, pulling a surprised Celeborn into his embrace. He plundered the elf Lord's mouth, sliding one hand into his silky hair; the other down to cup his firm buttocks. Celeborn gasped in surprise then found himself relenting, moaning quietly into the King's bewitching kiss.

*****

Rúmil and Orophin arrived at Legolas' door and heard the plaintive whimpers and deep moans coming from inside. They pressed their ears against the door and smiled, Orophin's hand sliding down Rúmil's bare chest, fondling the ring that pierced his navel before sliding his large palm over his brother's still prominent arousal.

"Haldir is taking him, that is his moans we hear." Rúmil whispered breathlessly as his brother relentlessly rubbed the bulge in his leggings.

Orophin sighed, "And that is Legolas' pleading whispers. Aahh, they are so beautiful."

Rúmil arched his back and pressed into his brother. "Take me, Orophin, do it here, do it now." He gasped as he felt his leggings pulled quickly down, his rigid arousal springing free. He moaned as he felt his brother's arousal slide between his legs as Orophin's fingers slid between his lips. He sucked hungrily at Orophin's fingers, and gasped when he felt them slide inside him. Spreading his legs, he rocked back against his brother's hand, gripping the doorframe with tight fingers as he prepared for Orophin to enter his body.

"We do not have much time, gwador." Orophin whispered huskily.

"Si… saes, gwador…" he replied breathlessly.

Orophin entered his brother's willing heat, groaning into his ear as he buried himself inside his body. He set a rapid pace, stroking Rúmil's arousal in time with his thrusts, harder, deeper, faster, each time. They could both hear Legolas' cries and Haldir's moans intensifying.

Rúmil rocked against Orophin, bucking back to meet his thrust and then thrusting forward into his brother's hand. He found his release quickly and whimpered as he felt his brother spill himself inside him, panting heavily as Orophin slid from him and they quickly relaced their leggings.

Barely having composed themselves, Orophin rapped upon the door. "Haldir, Lord Celeborn is here, he wants to see all three of us at once."

*****

Haldir groaned silkily as he thrust into Legolas tight warmth, hearing the soft cries of his Prince as he brought their bodies together with slow and even strokes. The beautiful face was slack with need, his mouth open with his cries as his body rocked with the force of their movements. Haldir's hands increased their pace on Legolas' length, sliding the slick flesh in his fist, and he felt the lithe and golden body tightening inexorably beneath him.

"You are mine," Haldir growled softly, his hips flexing sharply, driving himself deeper into Legolas' heat. He groaned, feeling the Prince's quivering response. "Mine!"

"Ai," Legolas cried out, shuddering with pleasure, spilling himself over the lean fingers that stroked his throbbing length, gasping when Haldir filled him with his own heat, hearing his lover's cries of passion echo his own.

Haldir collapsed against the warmth of Legolas' chest, and felt the Prince's hand stroke his hair softly, his heart beating wildly beneath his ear. "Mine," he whispered again, his arms tightening briefly around his lover's form.

A soft chuckle vibrated beneath his ear. "Aye, Haldir, melethron nín, I am yours. " He felt soft lips press against his forehead and smiled. "But I could say the same," Legolas' voice admonished softly.

Haldir smiled in content, raising up to place a kiss on the Prince's sweet lips. "Aye, a'maelamin, you could." Haldir replied, resting his head against Legolas' chest once more. "I am yours as well." His eyes closed, and he felt the rise and fall of his lover's chest as his breathing gradually slowed, and they both began to drift into well-earned reverie.

A sharp rap on the door dragged them both rudely awake.

"Haldir, Lord Celeborn is here, he wants to see all three of us at once," Orophin's voice came muffled through the door.

Haldir bolted upright, an expression of alarm and dismay crossing his handsome features. "Lord Celeborn," he breathed, glancing at Legolas in consternation. "He has come to fetch us."

Legolas watched his lover dress hurriedly, rising up in the bed and reaching for his own hastily discarded clothing. "Do you wish for me to go with you?" he asked quietly, sliding his leggings over his hips and lacing them.

Haldir struggled to straighten his appearance, scowling in the mirror at his mussed hair, swollen lips, and flushed face. One look at him, and Celeborn would know exactly what his marchwarden had been up to.

"Here, meldir, let me help you." Legolas took the comb from his hands and ran it through the tangles, straightening the silky silver strands until they lay flat.

"My braids!" Haldir cursed softly. "I cannot appear before him like this."

"Shh," Legolas placed a quick kiss against his mouth, silencing him effectively. "I will do them for you."

Haldir returned his kiss, and felt the nimble and clever fingers work their skill at his temples, creating two simple warrior braids and drawing them back. He saw Legolas reach for an elaborate wooden clip and his eyes widened in surprise.

"You do not mind wearing one of mine, melethron?" the Prince asked with a quick smile.

Touched by his gesture, Haldir simply nodded, and Legolas fastened the ends of his braids with the clip. "Thank you, my Prince," he said softly, catching his gaze in the mirror.

Strong arms enfolded him briefly, and he felt the soft press of his lover's lips against his temple.

"You are welcome, mir nín."

*****

Celeborn groaned, lost to the press of Thranduil's warm body against his, feeling the heat of the King's arousal press against his thigh as his lips continued to work their magic on his mouth. It was maddening, the way the Sindar King could do this to him so easily, make him tremble with need like an innocent elfling. He sighed into that wonderful mouth as Thranduil's hands left his face to slide down the silky fabric of Celeborn's robes, his fingers brushing lightly against the prominent bulge between his thighs.

He broke away from the kiss, gasping, his cheeks flushed with shame and need.

"Thranduil..."

"Shhh, my Lord," the King murmured, his hand sliding slowly over Celeborn's arousal, feeling it throb beneath the thin fabric of his robes. He looked up and held the elf Lord's gaze with is own. "Why are you so reluctant to give me what we both want?" he crooned softly.

Celeborn closed his eyes against that seductive gaze, his mouth suddenly dry as he felt those lean and strong fingers slip beneath the opening of his robes, stroking the bare skin beneath in slow and lingering caresses.

"Let me give you pleasure, meldiramin," Thranduil whispered, his lips at Celeborn's throat. He licked the soft skin just above the collar of his robes, and felt the responding shudder. "Would that truly be so bad?"

He groaned again, tilting his head to allow the King better access to the sensitive flesh. "You are wicked, Thranduil," he moaned. "I cannot allow....ahhh!" He was lost when those exploring fingers found the heat of his arousal and stroked it firmly beneath his robes.

"Hmm, yes," Thranduil chuckled, pressing his lips against the curve of Celeborn's ear. "That is it, my lovely." His tongue flicked out to tease the curve of the elder elf's ear, his hand continuing to stroke the hard flesh, hearing Celeborn's breath quicken in response. "Have you ever been taken against a tree, my Lord?"

Celeborn's blue eyes fluttered open and he tried to concentrate on Thranduil's words. "Wh-what?"

"Or perhaps we could simply use the blanket," Thranduil continued, his eyes hooded as he watched the conflicting emotions play across Celeborn's flushed face.

He struggled to gather his dignity about him, but found it impossible, his body betraying him with its need as Thranduil skillfully stroked his length. There was something he was supposed to remember, a very good reason why this was all a very bad idea, but he had difficulty remembering what it was.

"The blanket, I think," Thranduil purred softly, licking a wet line across the curve of Celeborn's ear and feeling his delicious shudder. "I want you spread beneath me as I take you."

"Thranduil," Celeborn's voice wavered, his knees threatening to buckle as the King claimed his mouth once more. Lips pressed hungrily against his. He felt the bold touch of Thranduil's tongue, and met it with his own, brushing it against the velvet softness as he openly groaned into his mouth.

The King drew back, his eyes glittering with desire and heat, and he brushed his fingers over Celeborn's swollen lips, his fingers reluctantly releasing their hold of the elf Lord's length. "Come," he said softly, and turned, walking with fluid grace to where the blanket lay.

Celeborn swallowed, his desire warring with his pride, and followed the King, allowing the golden elf to push him gently down on the blanket, and watching the beautiful form as he stretched his length out beside him.

He felt the fine trembling in the body next to his as he reached for the clasps that held Celeborn's robe, his clever fingers undoing the small fastenings quickly and easily. One by one they gave beneath his hands, and he parted the robe, sliding his ringed fingers across the smooth and pale flesh he revealed.

"You are beautiful, meldiramin," Thranduil whispered, his eyes meeting Celeborn's as his hands drifted in slow caressing circles across his chest. "I had forgotten how beautiful you are."

Celeborn closed his eyes and arched under that touch, feeling the soft press of lips against his and opening his mouth eagerly to the warmth of Thranduil's tongue. He ignored the voice inside him that told him he would regret doing this. For now, all that mattered was the golden body above his, and the sweet and undeniable touch of the King's mouth. His hands reached up to clasp Thranduil's strong shoulders, sliding down the silky skin of his back to the curve of his buttocks, kneading the muscles beneath the satiny fabric of his leggings. He heard the King's soft groan and echoed it when Thranduil's hands found his chest, teasing the hardened nipples between his fingers.

He left the warmth of Celeborn's mouth and traveled downwards, kissing and licking the smooth pale flesh until his lips found the hardened peak of a dusky rose colored nipple, taking it between his teeth. The lithe body arched beneath him and a deep groan escaped the Sindar Lord's lips as he suckled the flesh, devouring the sweet and sensitive skin until Celeborn was writhing in pleasure. A hand slid lower to encircle the weeping length of hardness between the elder elf's thighs and he stroked it slowly.

"Tell me you want me, Celeborn," Thranduil crooned softly, watching the silver elf lose himself to his caresses. "I want to hear your lovely voice."

Celeborn groaned, utterly lost. "Aníron lle, Thranduil," he whispered breathlessly, and was rewarded with another searing kiss that left him shaking.

"Then you shall have me, my beautiful Lord," the King replied, drawing back only long enough to remove his leggings, before sliding his body over the heat of Celeborn's lithe form once more. He resumed his exploration of the Celeborn's chest, his hand reclaiming the hard length of flesh that pressed insistently against his stomach. He kissed, nuzzled, and stroked the heated flesh that quivered beneath him, until Celeborn gave a breathless, pleading groan. He drew back slightly and reached for the vial of oil that lay on the grass next to the blanket, left there from his earlier activities with Orophin and Rúmil, and coated his fingers with the slippery substance. He poured a bit more over his own throbbing length, hissing softly when Celeborn's hands covered his. The Sindar Lord's eyes were dark with need as he slid his hands over Thranduil's length, working the oil into the heated flesh in slow and lingering strokes. Thranduil gasped with pleasure, before gently pushing those hands away, tossing the small vial back onto the grass.

Slowly he trailed his oil coated fingers over Celeborn's length, sliding lower to tease the small opening between his thighs, pressing gently against the puckered entrance with his fingers.

"Saes, Thranduil, Im baur," Celeborn shuddered at the gentle but insistent touch, opening his legs shamelessly as he pleaded his desire. "Saes!"

"Uma, Celeborn, lirimaer nín," came the soft, breathless reply, and he felt those long fingers press into him, sliding with delicious slowness into the tight heat of his body.

Celeborn was transformed by his desire, his face flushed beautifully as he arched under the steady thrusts of Thranduil's fingers, moaning as they opened him, stretching the tight ring of muscles, and spreading the oil deep into his body. His arousal throbbed almost painfully when he felt Thranduil's fingers brush his mark, and he cried out wordlessly, shaking with his need.

Thranduil heard his soft gasp when his fingers left the tight heat and chuckled softly, spreading the lean limbs beneath him and gazing down at the beautiful and flushed face. This was how he loved Celeborn best; shameless, wanton, needy, his pale skin a beautiful golden rose, glistening with the light sheen of sweat. He felt the elder elf tighten beneath him as he pressed his tip against the entrance of his body, and heard his soft whimper of apprehension.

"Shh, melethron," Thranduil whispered, stroking the trembling limbs. "I will go slow. I know it has been some time." With careful movements, he pressed the tip length against the tight ring of muscles, hissing in pleasure as he felt his shaft breach the barrier and slide into the delicious and welcome heat of Celeborn's body. "Ah, my lovely," he crooned softly, brushing his lips against Celeborn's sweating brow. "You feel so good." He did not move for several moments, content to be sheathed in the tight body that quivered beneath him, his lips sliding across the proud nose and cheeks, pressing tender kisses against the trembling eyelids.

It had been a long time, yet Celeborn felt his body welcome the hard length of flesh, groaning softly at the exquisite sensation of being filled, of being claimed in this way. The pain passed quickly as his body adjusted, and he moaned again, feeling Thranduil's arousal throbbing deep inside him.

Slowly he began to move, sliding his length in carefully controlled strokes into Celeborn's heat, growling softly as the tightness enveloped him. He felt the elf Lord relax against him, take him deeper into his body, and groaned, increasing the strength of his thrusts gradually. His fingers curled around Celeborn's length and he stroked it, timing his movements with his thrusts, until he heard the elf give a keening moan.

"That is it, my lovely," Thranduil purred, his eyes nearly closed as he watched Celeborn lose himself to the sensations that assailed him, his own release near at hand. "Let it go."

Celeborn shuddered, a gasping cry falling from his lips as he felt his release sweep over him, his body arching tautly as he spilled his seed over Thranduil's fingers. He felt the King thrust into him deeply, claiming him utterly, and heard his deep growl of ecstasy as he reached his own release, the warmth of his essence flooding deep within him.

Thranduil's strong arms trembled slightly as he looked down at Celeborn, a smile of satisfied pleasure curving his generous mouth. Celeborn blinked dazedly up at him, giving him a small smile in return. His hand reached up and caressed the King's cheek, his fingers trailing softly over his skin.

"I had forgotten how good you can make me feel," Celeborn sighed, dropping his hand away. "But I will not become a plaything for you again, Thranduil, no matter how sweet the rewards."

Thranduil smiled, placing a soft kiss against Celeborn's mouth before sliding his softening length out of his body. "I never asked you to be my plaything, meldiramin," he chided softly, reaching for his leggings. "I never asked you for anything you were not willing to give me."

Celeborn sat up, reaching for his robes and pulling them on in quick, angry movements. "I am married," he said bitterly. "I should not want to tarry with another so easily." His fingers trembled as he fought to close the small clasps.

Thranduil caught his hand and brought it to his lips. "We love whom we love," he said, repeating the advice he had given Rúmil and Orophin earlier. "There is no shame to be had in that. I know your heart belongs to Galadriel." He kissed the trembling fingers once more. "But is there no room left in your heart for anything else? Hmm?" He pulled Celeborn unresisting into his arms, stroking his hair gently. "I have loved many over my years of life, and I hope I will love many more. Is your heart less generous than mine, meldiramin?" he asked, his voice softly teasing.

A deep sigh welled up from within him, and he let it out slowly, relaxing against the strong body that held him. "I will think upon your words," Celeborn said finally, reluctantly pulling away. "Perhaps you are wiser than I in this matter."

Thranduil chuckled, rising gracefully to his feet and offering his hand to the Sindar lord. "Lord Celeborn, I never thought I would hear you say I was wiser than you in anything." He tilted his head slightly, the sun gleaming off his golden hair as he gave the other elf a wicked grin. "I do believe I like the sound of it."

Celeborn opened his mouth to retort, when he saw his three marchwardens approach, Prince Legolas walking gracefully beside the captain as they came over the grassy knoll. Quickly he finished straightening his robes, his face flushing slightly as he realized his hair was mussed from laying on the blanket. He gave Thranduil a quick glance, and heard the King chuckle once more.

"I am afraid, my Lord, that you look exactly as you should look." His throaty voice dropped suggestively, "Well and truly tumbled."

Celeborn scowled at him, trying to straighten his hair as Haldir, Rúmil and Orophin came to a halt before him, their hands touching their hearts as they bowed their heads.

"We have come as you requested, My Lord," Haldir said, straightening. His eyes widened slightly as he took in Celeborn's less than immaculate robes, mussed hair, and swollen lips, and his eyes flickered briefly to Thranduil's face. The King's smirk spoke volumes.

"Yes, well," Celeborn cleared his throat slightly, his eyes lingering on the small mithril ring that gleamed from the tip of Haldir's ear. Shaking his head, he continued. "It is time for you to return to your duties in Lothlórien," he said, pleased to hear the familiar firmness in his voice. He turned to Thranduil. "I hope that you have had time to consider my request, King Thranduil?" he asked politely.

Thranduil gave him a slow smile. "Ah yes, your request. Forgive me, my Lord, but I require a few more days consideration before I can give you my answer."

"Hmm," Celeborn replied, feeling the heat of the other's gaze sear through him. "I will be pleased to give you all the time you need, King Thranduil." A small smile crept across his lips. "Perhaps you would consider giving me your answer in person? We would enjoy having both you and the Prince as our guests."

Thranduil chuckled, glancing at the faces of the three marchwardens and his son, and seeing the gleam of anticipation in their eyes. "It would be our pleasure," he said smoothly, sliding his arm over Celeborn's and giving the Sindar Lord a wicked smile. "Perhaps I can convince you to stay long enough to enjoy a glass of wine with me?"

Celeborn's arousal twitched slightly beneath his robes at the heat in Thranduil's green gaze. He swallowed, turning to Haldir. "We will leave tomorrow morning," he said, his mouth suddenly dry. "I require nothing further from you this day. You are dismissed."

Haldir and his brothers bowed once more before turning away, each seeking their lovers with their eyes, each eager to take advantage of the time they had been given.

"Now, my Lord," Thranduil purred, stroking his hand slowly down the arm that held his. "Shall I show you my extensive wine collection?"

Celeborn's silver laughter filled the sunlit glade.

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Elvish = English:

lirimaer - lovely one
nín bain - my beauty
melethron - lover
rwalaer - lusty one
n'uma ner - no more
aran nín - my king
Im baur - I need
aníron - I desire
uma - Yes
meldir - friend
Lle - you or yours
mir nín- - my treasure
sedho - be still
a'maelamin - beloved
meleth nín - my love
amin mela lle - I love you
Ada - Father
Iôn - Son
Gwador - brother
Pân - all
Si - now

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