Part Nineteen

"I think," said Rúmil of Lórien, "That I have had entirely too much to drink."

Elladan opened his eyes to look at the blond elf who lay half pinned underneath his twin brother, but he was rather inebriated himself and could barely focus. How were they ever going to make love to Legolas in this state? Elladan put down the wine bottle still clutched in his fist and began to focus his energy towards sobering up.

"I think you have, too," said Orophin agreeably. "And forgive me, but I have quite lost the ability to tell Elladan and Elrohir apart."

"I am not certain you could tell Rúmil from Legolas at this point," Elrohir said, reaching for the bottle Elladan had set aside. "In which case, you and my brother really ought to hie yourself off somewhere else and leave the initiation of the Prince up to Rúmil and myself."

"Oh, you are terribly clever, are you not, my brother?" said Elladan, "I do not think either you or Rúmil is in any state to give Legolas what he so badly needs and deserves."

"You may have faith in that Rúmil at the least is ready to sheath his sword in that beautiful young elf," said Elrohir, "For I can feel it prodding me already."

"I would rather sheathe it in you," said Rúmil, rolling over on top of Elrohir.

"Save your strength, lad!"

The four of them lay in Legolas' large bed, which Elladan found himself envious of. "Why is it that our father does not provide us with such luxuries?" he complained, indicating the soft, feather-filled mattress that accommodated the four of them with room to spare. "Legolas is spoiled."

"Oh, he is hardly spoiled," said Elrohir, "After all, he sleeps here alone, while Father knows we would fill such beds to capacity."

"You may have a point," Elladan agreed.

"We are wasting the bed even now," said Orophin. "I would be much more comfortable if someone would move a bit closer to me. No, not you, Rúmil."

"What have you in mind for Legolas, Elladan?" Rúmil asked dreamily. "Tell me…"

Elladan grinned wickedly. "It seemed in the wood today that he was amenable to what we might offer him, but he is skittish, like an untrained colt."

"An untrained colt often requires a stern hand," said Elrohir.

"Yes," Elladan agreed, "If we need to seize him and restrain him at first, we shall, but soon enough he will fall docile and fawning into our embrace. I shall lead him to the bed before he bolts--"

"If you can stand," Elrohir said loftily.

"I will be up before you will," Elladan smirked. "I will have Legolas in my arms and tamed with a kiss."

"Such a mouth has the Prince," Orophin sighed. "Kissing him is like drinking honey. Sweet on the tongue, hot in the mouth, oozing slowly down into the belly…"

Orophin's description was so apt that Elladan felt himself being stirred. He climbed over Elrohir to lie on top of Orophin, face to face with the beautiful blond brother of Haldir. Oro's big blue eyes were wide, and Elladan brought his mouth to that of the Lórien elf. Orophin kissed him back, moaning under his mouth.

Elladan felt a hand come down sharply on his backside, and he knew it was Elrohir. Neither of the others would have dared.

"Elladan, you will have the party end before the guest of honor arrives," Elrohir said. Elladan moved off of Orophin and glared at his brother.

"I would not mind if we made the party more private," Orophin panted. "For myself I would be satisfied to leave Legolas to you and Rúmil and simply have Elladan for myself."

"I am flattered, my lovely," Elladan said, chuckling.

"You are very much like your brother," said Elrohir, laughing.

"And you are very much like yours," said Rúmil.

"What else will we do when Legolas arrives, Elladan?" Orophin whispered. Elladan was sure he was tying to lure him back to his lips.

"I think Elrohir will hold the Prince across his lap, if he is unwilling," he said thoughtfully. "Legolas will struggle and protest, of course, but he will not mean it. Orophin must silence him with a kiss, for no one can resist the sweetness of his mouth. Rúmil must stroke his chest, tease his nipples into hard points of desire, and stroke his long, lean thighs. I myself will go straight to the root of him, which will no doubt be begging for attention."

The others laughed and Elladan grinned as he thought about taking that firm, untried flesh into his mouth and enslaving Prince Legolas.

"And to which of us will you reward the ultimate prize?" Elrohir asked. "Once the Prince is well conditioned to our attentions and begging for more, we will owe it to him to take him."

"Indeed we will, my brother. Perhaps we shall let the Prince decide."

"He will be in no condition to do so," Elrohir said.

Before the debate could go any further the door to the chamber opened. Elladan was slightly surprised. He had thought they would certainly hear Legolas arriving, but between the alcohol and the fantasy they were all distracted and there had been no warning at all. Elladan pushed himself up onto his elbows. He cursed silently when he saw who was standing behind Legolas -- the only possible fly in the ointment, Haldir of Lórien.

"There are four naked elves in your bed, Legolas," Haldir said, sounding distinctly annoyed. "Two of them are my brothers."

"Yes, we have all been introduced," Rúmil said, smirking. Haldir glared at him.

"I assure you, I did not invite them."

Inwardly, Elladan sighed. It would be up to him to distract the Prince's guard for the good of the plan. His brothers could not do it, and Elrohir was not reliable enough. He stood up from the bed and sashayed forward.

"But you did invite us, my pretty Prince," he said, raising a finger to Legolas' throat and laying it on the mark there. The Prince was blushing furiously, his cheeks and his pointed ears as red as a cherry. "What was our encounter in the wood if not an invitation?"

"I did not ask for any of that!" Legolas said hotly. He threw a desperate glance at Haldir, but Haldir was too busy glaring at everyone else, it seemed, to notice.

"Rúmil, Orophin, take yourselves out of here, now," he demanded. His brothers scurried to obey him, getting out of the Prince's bed as quickly as they could, both looking unsteady on their feet. As they tried to pass Haldir he seized both of them by an ear and hissed at them. "Understand that if I find you in this room again, or if you lay a finger on the Prince without his permission, I will make you heartily sorry."

Rúmil let out a squeak, but Orophin twisted in Haldir's grasp, despite his obvious pain. "It was not against his will. You are not the only one permitted to seduce him, Haldir. Let him make his own decisions."

Haldir let go of his brothers and they left, carrying their clothing with them. He turned his glare on Elladan, but Elladan simply smiled at him, lifting his chin as he met the large blond elf's irritated gaze. "Oro is right," he said. "Let Legolas make his own decisions."

"I want you and your brother to stay away from my brothers," Haldir said to him.

"It is good to want things," Elladan said, taunting him.

"I will bring this matter to your father."

"Be my guest."

"Elladan… will you please leave? Both of you?" Legolas said in a voice that was little more than a whisper.

"You will invite me back," Elladan said confidently. "Elrohir, come."

Elrohir had picked up his clothes and slipped on his leggings, handing Elladan his own clothing as he came forward. "Selfish," he muttered at Haldir. "We could have shared him. You are no fun, Haldir."

"That may be," Haldir growled. He turned to Legolas as Elladan pulled the door open, and Elladan could not help taking some satisfaction in Haldir's words. "Perhaps you need some time alone to rest and to think, Legolas. I will see you in the morning."