Part Forty

"I do not believe Elladan has ever been a slave before," Haldir said to his lover.

"I think this will be a positive experience for him," Legolas replied slyly as he chained Elladan's other hand to the bed.

Haldir saw the bitter, jealous look on Elladan's face and for a moment felt pity for the son of Elrond. He was a beautiful creature, but he was spoiled and selfish. He was also about to be taught a lesson about what it was like to be used as a plaything and cast aside. Haldir was furious with him for his behavior with Legolas, molesting him in the dungeon instead of setting him free. To his mind it was almost worse than Glorfindel's actions and contorted plans. Almost, but Glorfindel's punishment was left in the hands of Thranduil and Elladan had been given to them.

It had been Haldir's idea to torment him this way, to use him as he had used the Prince, but deep inside a part of him was a bit jealous. Did he really want to share Legolas at all? No, perhaps not, but Legolas was young and he needed to have many experiences before he could know if his love for Haldir was genuine or not. Haldir also wanted to teach him that while they were apart, it would be all right for him to take other lovers. Hundreds of years could potentially pass before they met again.

Of course, Haldir knew now that for him there would not ever be any other. Not ever again. Not unless they shared, as they would share Elladan between them. He hoped the act would strengthen their love, bind them closer. At least he knew that Legolas harbored no affection for Elladan.

And yet, there was lust. Haldir had been afraid Legolas really meant to whip the elf of Imladris. He did not like the thought that this might be the direction in which the Prince found his pleasure. It seemed a bit cruel and did not fit in with Legolas' gentle nature. Maybe Haldir had underestimated him. Maybe he was tougher than he seemed.

"That is lovely," said Haldir as he admired the way that the restraints spread Elladan across the bed. He could turn slightly to each side, but no more than that. He was blushing slightly, his dark hair spread out behind him, his grey eyes glittering with irritation. He had more tender features than his father, just barely more masculine than his sister, Arwen.

Arwen. Well, Legolas had refused to marry her, but perhaps he should not have been so abrupt. This was not the moment for Haldir to discuss it with him, either. He just did not wish to be the reason that whatever treaty Elrond and Thranduil were trying to organize between them failed.

"Indeed," said Legolas, "Yet we seem to have a problem. However will we remove his tunic?"

"You could unchain me, I shall remove it, then you may chain me back up again," Elladan suggested in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh, Elladan, if only you were trustworthy enough that we might do so," Legolas sighed.

"Do not fear. I have a thought," said Haldir. He picked up a knife from the cache of weapons on the table and twirled it in his hand. Elladan's eyes grew round.

"You cannot mean to destroy my tunic!"

Haldir knelt on the bed beside Elladan and sliced his tunic open down the front. "Hold your breath, Elladan. I should hate to accidentally slip and slice open your belly."

"Glorfindel was right – you are a barbarian," Elladan gritted out.

"I shall tell your grand-mother you think so. I imagine she likes a touch of the barbaric in her border guards. Keeps the Golden Wood safe from orcs, you know," Haldir said airily.

Legolas pulled off his own tunic, folded it neatly, and knelt on the bed beside him. He pulled away the shreds of Elladan's ruined clothing and bared the lean torso of the son of Elrond. Legolas ran his hands over Elladan's pale flesh. His skin was a shade darker than the Prince's and the contrast made Haldir breathless. It excited him to watch his lover touch the beautiful prisoner. That was evident to all of them, since Haldir was the only one of the three of them who was completely unclothed.

Haldir felt Elladan's eyes flick over him, but instead of looking at him with scorn, he licked his lips. The caress of Legolas was melting him. Elladan would not wholly despise this experience, Haldir thought. And that was just as well. Legolas ran his thumb over one of Elladan's nipples and they both pebbled. He shifted on the bed slightly, his breathing growing deeper. Legolas bent his golden head and his pink tongue flicked out to stroke that nipple. Elladan tried to hold back a moan.

"And I thought you had no interest in me," he said.

"I simply I like you better this way, Elladan," Legolas whispered.

"You like power."

"I like being in control."

Legolas lifted his head and let go of Elladan to put his arms around Haldir. Haldir kissed him urgently, devouring that pink tongue, wanting it on his own flesh. He untied Legolas leggings and pushed them down over his lean hips, revealing his excited flesh. Haldir stroked the rounded curve of Legolas' behind and he heard Elladan groan again.

"You are in control here," Haldir whispered against Legolas' mouth. "It feels good, does it not?"

"Yes… Haldir… will you kiss him? I want to watch you kiss him."

Legolas began slowly to untie Elladan's leggings and slide them off as Haldir bent to do his bidding. He ground his mouth roughly against the son of Elrond's and Elladan responded quickly, his own tongue sliding forth to battle against Haldir's. It was so very different from kissing Legolas, he thought. Elladan was experienced, spicy, wild. Legolas was passionate, bold, exotic, tentative.

Haldir lifted his head and Elladan looked at him with wonder. "You are a better kisser than both of your brothers," he said.

Haldir sneered at him. "You truly do not wish for anyone to like you, do you, Elladan?"

"I really do not care if you like me or not," Elladan said.

"I think you do care, Elladan," said Legolas as he tossed Elladan's leggings on the floor. "You just hate being used this way… the way you used Rúmil, and Orophin… and me."

The Prince bent and kissed Elladan before he could protest. Haldir watched him melt under Legolas' mouth. The gold hair splashed against the dark hair was almost an achingly beautiful sight.

"It is torment," Elladan gasped when Legolas dragged his head away.

"It is meant to be," said Legolas.

The Prince pushed Elladan onto his side so that the son of Elrond faced Haldir and Legolas was behind him. Haldir pressed his body against Elladan, feeling his excitement, kissing him again, knowing that Legolas was preparing to take him from behind. Elladan's eyes grew round and wide and he gasped.

"Legolas! Are you going to—"

"Yes. I am."

"Unchain me first. I will not try to escape, I promise."

"I do not have the keys," Legolas said, laughing. "Now…relax."