Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Meek and Modest ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
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ALSlash Archive
Library of Moria, too
Category: AU, RPG
Rating: this chapter... PG? May go up soon... *is getting poked by My-chan: "NC-17!"* *sweatdrops*
Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, others as well *glances over to Elladan & Elrohir*
Warnings: Slash, OOC (of Arwen mostly), slavery, angst...
Spoilers: A few... not really as I don't remember much of the book, just that Aragorn became King of Gondor in the end and that Arwen was his Queen.
Summary: After seven years of marriage, the excitement of being together has vanished from Aragorn's and Arwen's marriage... maybe a present might change this.
Disclaimer: You know the deal don't you? J.R.R. Tolkien invented them, and if we owned them, we would be related to him, but since neither I nor My-chan are... we just play around with them, toy with their minds and use them for fun only. <insert evil laughter here>
Notes&Comments: This was written by me and My-chan as a rpg and ever since Pretending And Being, a wild mix of German and English, we have this nearly "exhibitionistic" need for feedback from various places. ^^;; So please be gentle.
Now on to the story itself. I know that this may look like a serious Arwen-bashing story, but please be reassured that we don't mean to cause any harm to anybody who likes her. She is just for causes of story-telling such a bitch here. ^^;
The Sindarin we used (and transformed for ourselves) comes from a little program called Dragon Flame (which I always think that it is this game I don't want to play unless I know I am on my own), but since it didn't have all the words we needed, we had to make them up. If you have any questions feel free to send an email to any of us... and hope that we still know what we wanted to say. ^^;;;;
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The two twins soon found an empty room where they jumped each other as if they hadn't seen each other for weeks. Not caring where they were, the Elves soon got rid of their disturbing clothes and ended up having hot and passionate sex in a chair.

Elrohir was still busy catching his breath, while Elladan took the chance to look around. He frowned and poked his exhausted brother.

"Elrohir... do you know where we are?"

"In heaven?" Elrohir breathed, not really caring where they were. He was spent, he was happy and that was all that mattered to him right then and there.

The younger Elf chuckled and he leaned forward to nibble his brother's earlobe. "We might have returned from there, darlin... But right now... we're in the throne room.......... On the throne..."

As he tilted his head to give his twin more access, Elrohir took in their surroundings. He had to admit it was quite a big room and the chair they were sitting in was quite big too... but what made him pale was the large insignia of the white tree of Gondor hanging down the walls on large banners.

He shrugged though and erased that location from his mental list.

"I'd like to see Estel's face if he found us like this," he murmured, lips curling up into a smile.

"Better not, darlin. He'd have a heart-attack from the sight", Elladan purred and licked down the other Elf's throat. "We should clean up, or he'll really start to hate us", he threw in thoughtfully and shifted on his brother's lap.

Smirking, Elrohir threw his head back. "I'd like to see him getting a heart-attack. But you are right, we should better... erase the evidences of our activities here," he added with a grin. He let his hand wander over the sweaty back of the younger Elf until it landed on his hips and he made gentle motions that indicated he wanted to stand up.

Reluctantly, Elladan let go of his brother and slid from his lap to stand up. He grabbed his trousers and started dressing. Somehow they could consider their selves lucky that nobody walked in on them. Aragorn surely wouldn't have been too pleased if them having sex on his throne had been reported to him.

While putting on his shirt, the younger twin grinned. "What else is on your list, darlin?"

"Hm... We didn't try out the King's Royal Chambers last time..." Elrohir said thoughtfully as he put on his pants and threw the robes over his shoulders. "But I think we can do that later, don't you think so as well?"

He remembered that there was this young little maiden that had hid behind a pillar as soon as she saw them... and he wanted to know what he had to do to make her addicted to him.

"Of course... Estel's Chambers..." Elladan grinned. "It would be a shame to leave them out again. And yes, later is fine with me", he agreed and wrapped his arms around the elder's neck. "I know you have something else on your mind... just don't scare her, kay?" The grin widened a bit before Elladan kissed his brother gently on his half parted lips.

Kissing back for a moment, even nibbling lovingly, Elrohir let his hands caress his brother's sides, before he let go of them. "Me? Scare somebody? Ain't I the meekest of all lambs?"

Elladan was almost laughing out loud, but kept it down to an amused chuckle. "Sure, darlin. You're meek and I'm modest. Ain't we such a cute pair?"

Elrohir grinned. "The cutest that there is in Middle-Earth."

He leaned in to bestow a light kiss on the laughing lips and then wiggled out of the embrace, taking in the mess on the throne, considering how much cleaning it needed.

"What can we use to clean up the mess?"

The younger twin looked around for a second and eyed one of the large banners on the wall. Turning his head back to his brother he pointed towards the said banner and put an innocent look on his face.

"That?"

Elrohir eyed his twin with a very high raised eyebrow. "Who said that Estel would soon start to hate us?"

The innocence was wiped off his features as Elladan grinned widely.

"Who said I care?" He nudged his twin and chuckled. Then he took off his shirt and walked the few steps back to the throne. "We can use my shirt. It's warmer here than in Rivendell, and I surely won't need it anymore today," he added teasingly.

"Oh really? What are you planning?" Elrohir asked out of pure curiosity. He knew what he was planning to do but what was on his brother's mind on this lovely day was unknown to him.

"Planning? Oh darlin, you know I never plan..." he said with a wink and a mischievous grin.

"I just see what happens... But I would love to explore Minas Tirith. There surely have been some changes, and I want to know what," Elladan continued explaining while cleaning the wooden throne from all evidence that might show that the twin brothers had been there and above all, what they had been doing.

"And therefore I surely won't need my shirt. Mostly I just need it so you can rip it off of me.... Right, darlin?" he asked after a little pause and glanced at Elrohir.

The other Elf was rolling up his sleeves as he started to feel the warmer weather as well and chuckled.

"I always thought that was the only purpose of shirts."

Elrohir walked up to his brother, who was slightly bent over the wooden throne and since he wasn't wearing his shirt, he laid his hand on the small of his back and let his fingers slip teasingly under the waistband of it.

"Just as of trousers."

Elladan wiggled his butt, causing the other Elf's fingers to slip even deeper under the soft fabric.

"As in your understanding it is," he agreed and shifted slightly to press his firm behind against the palm of his brother's hand. "Others may use them to cover their bodies.... like Estel..." The younger twin drifted off in his thoughts and licked his suddenly dry lips, while he still continued cleaning the throne carefully. "Such a delicious body... can you understand that? Why would somebody want to cover it... to hide it...?"

Massaging the firm buttocks of his twin, Elrohir leaned down a little so he was breathing against the other's ear. He knew if they would play like that a little more, the cleaning of the throne would definitely be in vain, but the opportunity was just too tempting.

"Hm... They may want to wrap themselves up so one could have the chance to unwrap them... like a present... peel off the useless extra-skin so one could cherish what is inside like... an orange: Soft flesh... juicy... sweet... and simply delicious."

He knew he lost his point while he was slipping his fingers deeper into the loose pants and he knew he had to stop soon... but he had lost his point.

Pulling his hand back out of the pants reluctantly, he took a deep breath before he started to retrieve what he had lost.

"Estel... he thinks he has other duties. He pays no attention to how gorgeous he is... how... eatable."

Elladan whimpered softly in protest as his brother withdrew his hand and straightened up for he had just finished cleaning the wooden surface of the royal chair. He then turned around to face Elrohir and lifted one hand to caress the back of his neck.

Kissing him once more he murmured against full lips: "Later, 'kay?", before he turned away again and headed off to the utility room.

"Of course," Elrohir smiled at the back of his twin, and knew that this ass was his. And this he meant in more than one meaning.

With a smile he turned around and headed towards that little maiden he wanted to get to know better. "This is like heaven..." he said with a grin and disappeared in the general direction of the kitchen.

Meanwhile Legolas was sitting on Aragorn's bed, or rather on his side of the bed, and was busy reading books, very old books. They told the story of Sauron and how he betrayed all the races of Middle-earth, how the Humans betrayed the Elves and how they still fought together, because they didn't know.

The Woodelf bit his lip while he read all this, but he wanted to know about it. One of the main reasons why he had learned to read the words of the Humans was that he wanted to know what had happened so many years ago. He wanted to know why they hated each other, and why Humans treated Elves like he was treated.

The outcome of it was though, that he saw reasons for the Elves doing horrible things to Humans, but not vice versa. But maybe it was just in the nature of these creatures to do things which couldn't be explained logically. Humans indeed were anything but logical. That was one of the first things Legolas had realized. But it wasn't that hard to see either.

He just closed the last book which told the story about how the Ring was destroyed in the end, and was torn between hate, disgust and admiration towards the Humans. In the end they had managed to defeat their weakness towards the One Ring, and it was Isildur's heir himself who withstood its force the longest - Aragorn, son of Arathorn - his master.

Legolas smiled when a little sparrow came through the open window and landed on his extended index finger. The Elf listened with great interest to the report of the little being about what was going on outside. His eyes widened when Blackspot told him about two Elves arriving in Minas Tirith a few hours ago. They seemed to be well-known and were treated with obeisance.

Trying to figure out who they could be, the blond man listened to the sparrow talking about the other interesting new things around the town - which was quite a lot, at least from the viewpoint of a sparrow. But suddenly the door to the King's chambers was opened and Blackspot disappeared as fast as he came.

The Woodelf blinked since he didn't expect anyone to come here. Normally he was left alone around this time of the day, but maybe it was that servant again... Unconsciously Legolas tensed up and his ears twitched as they followed every single movement. But only after the first two steps of the stranger he could tell that it wasn't Ban. He was moving completely different.

After Elladan had opened the door to Estel's chambers he stood there for a few seconds, more than startled to see a little bird flying out of the window. He quickly overcame his surprise though and slowly entered the room, walking around the wall that separated the private part of the room from the entry, only to stop dead in his tracks as he saw the figure on the bed.

Legolas blinked with slightly widened eyes at the other Elf in front of him and his thoughts raced. That must have been one of the Elves Blackspot had been talking about only a few minutes ago. He waited for the dark-haired man to say something, but he didn't.

Elladan only stood there and stared at the blond one on the bed. Looking him over, he took in his slender, yet almost skinny figure, his beautiful face, and the most interesting part: the chain. Without one spilled word he turned around and left the room, as quiet as he came.

The Woodelf still sat on the bed, confusion written over his features as he looked at the spot where the other man had disappeared behind the wall. He wondered what this was supposed to mean and who this guy was, but after a few minutes he gave up on it and grabbed another book: Human fairy tales about Elves. Nothing he was really interested in, but it would do to kill time and to learn the language a little bit better.

Meanwhile Elladan was on his way downstairs, looking for his twin. This took him quite some time since Minas Tirith was large and Elrohir could be anywhere. He finally found him in the utility room were he was busy freeing the little maiden from her evil, evil clothes.

The younger Elf grinned as he saw her flushed face and how she was pretty much lost in sensation. He really didn't want to ruin all the fun, but this was more important that the seduction of innocent girls. So Elladan walked right over to them, grabbed Elrohir's collar and pulled him away from her.

The green-eyed man nodded to the startled girl and smiled while he dragged his brother out of the room.

"But... you promised... to show me something that only Elves knew about," the girl managed to say in a whiny tone that almost managed to break Elrohir's heart.

He blew her some kisses and winked as he was dragged away. "And I will, I promise. Just wait for me... I'll come back soon."

Scrambling to his feet as they crossed a corner, idly noticing that there was yet another purpose for shirts as he glared at his brother Elrohir grabbed the other's wrist.

"That is the second time in... a VERY short time you dragged me away from my... business. Couldn't you have decided to walk in a LITTLE later? Like... half an hour?" he growled, not at all pleased with the situation.

"I know. I'm sorry." And Elladan indeed felt some kind of guilt washing over him as he continued to drag the other one with him. "But this is more important than to seduce a little innocent girl, Elrohir."

"What can be more important than that?" mumbled the other Elf as he followed Elladan through the corridors of Minas Tirith.

"Trust me, darlin. Did I ever disappoint you?" Elladan asked sweetly and entwined his fingers with Elrohir's, leading him upstairs to Aragorn's chambers.

"Not you personally..." murmured his brother. "Just when you promised me that those Lothlorien-Elves you found were delicious... and what happened? They fell asleep."

"Don't worry darlin. I'm sure you'll enjoy", the younger twin reassured before he let go of Elrohir's hand to push open the door to Estel's bedroom.

Inside the room on the bed, Legolas pricked up his ears as he sensed somebody coming. Then the door was being opened and he thought to recognize the Elf that had been here not too long ago. But this time he wasn't alone.

'Maybe the other one as well?' he wondered inwardly. 'But what do they want here... from me...?'

Elrohir wanted to mutter more complaints as he was led into Estel's chambers. He had already opened his mouth when Elladan pulled him forth to the secluded part of the room... and closed it without emitting any sound. He was way too stunned to say anything.

On their foster brother's bed sat the most beautiful Elf he had ever laid his eyes (or hands) upon. He mapped every curve and plain of the pale body, the wide green pants and the tight green shirt that seemed as if had once been one of Arwen's dresses, the pale blond hair that lay over his shoulder and the wide blue eyes that showed so much surprise that one could only want to jump him and eat him alive.

"Beautiful..." he whispered stunned.

Legolas blushed a deep crimson red when he heard the single word slipping from the Elf's mouth. He had been even more stunned when he had noticed that those two were twins.

Elladan wrapped his arms around his brother's neck to pull him close and licked over his cheek.

"Did I promise too much?" he purred in his ear, his eyes never leaving the startled Woodelf on the bed who looked at them with puzzlement in his eyes.

"Only if he falls asleep..." Elrohir said silently, shuddering under his brother's ministrations. He wiggled free soon though and approached the blond Elf on the bed, who was sporting such a cute blush that he couldn't help but smile.

"Hello there..." he said. "What's your name?"

Elladan chuckled lowly and pinched his brother softly for the snappish comment, before he approached the Elf from the left side, while Elrohir came from the right. Said blond glanced from one stranger to the other suspiciously, not sure what to think about this. But he was quite sure that he didn't like it.

"Legolas", he answered quietly and his eyes finally rested on Elrohir, because he was closer to him.

"Legolas..." repeated Elrohir, letting the name roll over his tongue, tasting it in all ways you could taste a name while his eyes fell upon the collar around the swanlike neck and the chain that was connected to it. He knew he shouldn't, but he grinned as he sat down on the bed next to the chained Elf.

So this beauty couldn't run away from them. Good to know. So Estel did learn something from them in the end.

The younger twin also grinned when he saw that expression and knew his brother had finally noticed the chain. He sat down on the other side of the bed as carefully as he could, not wanting to scare the blond Elf since he could feel him tense.

And it was this particular moment when the two dark haired Elf brothers sat down on both sides of him, grinning from one ear to the other, when Legolas was absolutely sure that he didn't like this situation. He was awfully tense and all he wanted right now was to run away or hide under the bed, he wasn't that choosy right now.

Being unable to do any of that, the Woodelf just moved backwards until he bumped against the wooden headboard. Again he glanced from Elrohir to Elladan and back to the first, fear slightly clouding his eyes. Legolas swallowed tightly.

"So... Legolas... are you Estel's toy?" asked Elrohir in his sweetest voice that was only a bit husky and hid nothing of his sudden hunger for the blond. His lips felt so dry all of a sudden, even with the remnants of the girl's saliva and he knew that the only cure would be these slightly trembling lips.

The brown-eyed twin leaned closer as Legolas scrambled backwards and in the end the twins had him trapped between their bodies and the headboard with no chance to escape. Right where they wanted him.

"No...I'm not.... a toy..." Legolas croaked out and cursed his voice for giving in like that. He was scared, yes, since he could clearly see the lust in the two pairs of eyes resting on him, but he didn't want to show it. He was almost sure that the twin Elves wouldn't hurt him, but yet they were going to have their way with him and there was nothing he could do against it.

Elladan put his hand on Legolas' shoulder as he felt him tensing more and more, and squeezed it gently. He ignored the blond's attempt to avoid the touch though and slowly moved closer.

"Not a toy?" Elrohir asked sulkily, inching yet a little closer so he was almost breathing onto the other Elf's sensitive ear. "Then why would he keep you in his chambers? On such a short leash?"

Legolas shivered as the hot breath touched his ear slightly, but he didn't move. He was not able to avoid the touches anymore for the two already were to close and he had no chance to get away.

"I'm his... slave..." he answered almost whispering and fought hard not to squirm as the Elf to his left started to caress his arm with gentle touches.

Elladan blinked at the answer and looked up in his brother's eyes, quite startled. Slave? Estel had an Elven slave?

'Interesting... very interesting...' was Elrohir's thought and he winked to his twin. "A slave? I've always thought that Estel didn't approve slavery..."

"He doesn't," Legolas answered and gulped as he saw the wink.

"So why does he keep you then?" Elladan asked and slipped his hand lazily under the sleeve of the shirt when he reached the blond elf's hand.

"Because his wife would be mad at him if he set me free..." came the low reply.

"Oh? So it was Arwen who gave you to him? Our dear sister?" Elrohir asked, a little surprised. He knew the young woman was a little naïve sometimes, but that was really... extraordinary. "Where do you come from originally?"

"M...Mirkwood..."

Legolas didn't quite understand why they were asking him all these questions. Why didn't they just do what they want and leave him alone? Or even better, leave the first part out and just go.

Elladan was quite surprised himself. He didn't think Arwen would support slavery and then even one from their own kind. Even though he was a Woodelf he was still an Elf. But the younger twin didn't show his surprise. Instead he moved his hand farther up the slender arm sending more shivers down Legolas' spine and thus making goose-bumps rise.

"Mirkwood, huh? One of Thranduil's little Woodelves..." Elrohir murmured, his lips touching the blond's earlobe like a summer-breeze. "How did they get you?"

Legolas suck his breath in with a quiet hiss as he felt soft lips on his earlobe and Elladan used the chance to inch closer as well. He darted out his tongue and licked the top of the pointed ear gently. The hiss was turned into a soft moan on the blond's lips and he slightly sagged against the headboard as some tension was drawn from his body.

Not really able to answer anymore, Legolas gasped as he felt Elladan's fingers ghosting over the waistbands of his pants.

"Hm... I guess we have to continue this... conversation later..." murmured Elrohir as he darted his tongue out to lick over the brim of the ear, up to its elegant point. Smiling because of the shudder that went through the lean body he pursed his lips to bestow a featherlike kiss there.

The shivers running through Legolas body increased at the doubled ministration from the twins. He bit his lips to muffle his moans and managed to grab Elladan's hand on his belly bottom.

"Don't..." he managed to get out between heavy breaths, "please...stop..."

But Elladan didn't. Instead he started to nibble gently the pale ear in front of him, causing the blond beauty to gasp again. And this time Legolas wasn't able to hold back another moan.

"Ahh!"

At the strangled moan Elrohir started to suck at the ear on his side, swirling his tongue over the lower brim. His hand sneaked to the blond's chest, playing with the hem of the green top.

With every second while the twins were paying their full attention to Legolas, his body relaxed more and more and he glided down onto the mattress until he lay there, eyes half closed and his hands clutching the sheets.

Elladan soon abandoned the pointed ear and directed his interest to lower spots on the delicious body trembling underneath him. Slowly he pulled up the green shirt, revealing a well-built torso. Smirking almost wickedly the green-eyed Elf bowed down to lick over the very sensitive navel area of the chained one.

"Ahhh!" Legolas cried out at the intimate touch and once more tried to push Elladan away. He buried his hand the dark hair, trying to pry him away from the sensitive spot.

"Ahh..... Stop... please..."

"Hm.... let me think about that..." Elrohir murmured around the ear. He really kept silent for a moment as if he was considering his request in earnest, but all he said was, "No."

With a grin he continued to torture the delicate ear while his hand moved lower and soon three Elf-hands found themselves at the region of Legolas' navel, two pushing the green top upwards while one tried hard to push the other two away.

After a few minutes of exploiting the sensitive spot Elladan looked up and took in the sight of the flushed cheeks of Legolas and how he was biting his lips to muffle any sounds, which he failed miserably of course. So far the younger twin was really enjoying himself, but there was still something that unnerved him: the shirt.

Elladan nudged his brother and grabbed his hand to lead it to the blond Elf's navel. "Keep him busy for a moment, okay?" he said grinning, before he got up to retrieve a knife from Estel's closet.

"No problem," grinned Elrohir and resumed his assault on the elegant ear while his hand kept resting on the blond's belly, caressing softly in circular motions. The touch was gentle but if Legolas would try anything to get away, the hand would push him down firmly, stopping him from escaping.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked with a very mischievous tone in his voice.

"Stop it....... please..." was everything Legolas got out between his pants and gasps and tried to sit up, but his body didn't obey him. One moment later Elladan was back at his side with a wide grin spreading over his features.

He lifted the knife up and the little silver flash Legolas could see from the blade made him freeze every movement immediately. Elladan noticed this and put his index fingers on the trembling lips of the blond.

"Shh...don't worry.... I just want to get rid of your shirt..." And with that said he slightly lifted the soft fabric and cut it in one swift motion from the collar to the hem. Then he put the knife aside and ran his hands over the chest, pushing the shirt aside to completely reveal what was underneath.

"Old bruises..." Elrohir murmured as he took in the almost invisible reddish marks on the else way rather creamy chest. Gently he moved his fingers up to touch one of them. Estel would not see them, but the extraordinary vision of an Elf would find the already healed signs that showed the places where Legolas was hit... abused even.

But the whole display of the exposed rising and falling chest made him crave for more and wonder what other sounds they could emit from the blond beauty.

He had just started to draw imaginary circles and signs on the planes of Legolas' abs, when he heard a deep voice hollering from the direction of the entrance of the room.

"What in the name of Elbereth is going on here?"

Legolas was completely lost in sensations as the twins continued attacking his sensitive spots and didn't even hear Elrohir's words. Neither Elladan's low answer.

"Yes... must have looked horrible... I wonder why Estel didn't make up laws against slavery yet..." before he drew his attention back to the Woodelf's belly bottom. A few moments later he was disturbed by a loud voice almost yelling at them.

The blond Elf didn't notice all of that though he was too busy with holding back sounds and keeping his treacherous body under control. He didn't want to be aroused by their actions but he couldn't help. So now when Elladan looked up to turn to the new-arrival, Legolas took the chance to take a deep breath and mutter out something like "he'll be mad if he finds out you touched me."

Expecting nothing evil and especially not his foster brothers in his chambers trying to seduce his slave, Aragorn was flustered just too see just that happen right before his eyes. He knew they were brazen and had seen them doing things that he never expected anybody to do, have the courage or cheekiness to do, but still Elladan and Elrohir did them. Thousands of stories sprung unbidden into his mind and all of them would have made them blush, if he wasn't already sporting a rather angry flush on his cheeks.

"Could you two please explain what you are doing there?" he bellowed, barely hearing the whisper coming out of Legolas mouth.

It took him a moment to process the words, but when he did, he wasn't sure what he should think about them. Did it mean that Legolas appreciated only his touch or was he just worried about the Elf brothers after that incidence with the head servant?

Legolas' rather helpless condition awakened his protectiveness among other feelings though and this was what made him so mad about the other two Elves.

The older one of the twins managed a malicious grin as he traced one finger around a rather erect nipple. "Isn't this obvious? Having fun."

Aragorn's eyebrow twitched. "I thought you already had enough fun with me!"

"But brother..." Elladan grinned. "Who ever said that we're satisfied with only you?"

Legolas senses slowly returned to him and it was now when he noticed Aragorn's presence in the room, and that it was him who made the twins stop their actions. The blond Elf slowly sat up and grabbed the now cut shirt to pull it back together, covering his chest. His breath was still a little quicker than usual but he almost had his body completely back under control.

The slave retreated towards the headboard again, away from the dark-haired men.

"I'm sorry, master. I couldn't stop them..." he whispered lowly. Somehow he felt guilty for letting them touching him like that. He knew his master wouldn't approve of it.

Aragorn resisted the urge to bury his head in his hand and shake his head, muttering something like "Insatiable Demons," and simply stared at the twin faces that grinned at him. Finally he found the power in his legs that carried him to his bed. He grabbed the two Elves harshly by their hair, not on his ears as Elrond used to do and urged them to a stand.

"Listen, I don't care who you are seeking your satisfaction with besides me, as long as you don't touch what is mine."

"Yours? Estel..." Elrohir threw in, trying hard to wiggle his hair out of the man's grasp, but somehow he didn't succeed. "It is not your custom to proclaim living being as your property."

That was said as a statement, not a question and it made Aragorn hesitate in his movements.

"Elrohir is right, Estel," Elladan agreed and raised his eyebrow. "Here I thought I knew you..." The younger twin poked the Human's nose. "Possessive aren't we? Well..." Elladan looked at Legolas again, "he is very deli- beautiful..."

Wiggling his nose under the Elf's touch, the confusion that made Aragorn hesitate was replaced by the anger he felt for the twins touching Legolas. He continued to drag the Elves towards the door, renewing the strength of his grip on their hair.

"Yes, he is and you will leave your hands off of him, did you hear that?"

Elrohir pouted. "You should really reconsider your morals, dear brother. A lot has changed indeed since we last met."

He finally managed to get free of the man's grasp, but it wasn't of any use anymore. They were already at the wide open door and he was only surprised that Estel didn't literally kick them out of the room.

"As for that... didn't we teach you to share your toys, Estel? We shouldn't have left you on your own here in Gondor. You're misbehaving," Elladan taunted and stuck out his tongue.

"Don't tease me," said Aragorn and didn't really know where it came from, as it was there all of sudden. "I'll see you later at dinner, brothers," was the last thing he said before he closed the door right in front of their faces, turning back to Legolas.

Elrohir watched the whole scene with a very high-raised eyebrow, his expression very serious. "This journey seems to be far more interesting than I thought. It is that not only Arwen needs to talk with us, but Estel as well."

Elladan simply nodded and linked his arm with Elrohir's. "It seems like their life is being turned upside down, and they can't handle it anymore..."

Slowly they made their way downstairs to the dining room.

Meanwhile inside the King's chambers Legolas was still sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard and looked down on the sheets. He was clutching the shirt and tried hard to will his arousal away.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered again when he heard Aragorn coming closer again.

"I am far more sorry that you had to be introduced to my brothers like this," the man said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his possessiveness over the Elf still firmly in place, but an incredible softness in his voice, contrasting the harsh tone with which he had spoken to the twins. "They are demons..."

Aragorn's murmur faded off as he saw how Legolas tried to hide his arousal with his legs pressed firmly together and a slight tingle went through his own groin, reminding him that he should start wearing pants that were a little wider.

Quickly he let his eyes trail higher though and saw the mess that the twins had made out of the green shirt. He frowned before he extended his hand. He didn't know how to sew a gown, but this damage looked like something he could repair.

"Hand me this for a moment, please."

Legolas looked up and saw Aragorn pointing to his cut shirt. He nodded and slowly peeled the soft fabric off his shoulders, being more carefully when he pulled at the right sleeve, and he finally extended his left arm to hand the top to his master.

He withdrew his hand and looked at the man in front of him thoughtfully for a few moments, until he finally spoke up.

"... brothers....?" How could Humans have Elven twin brothers?

Aragorn frowned as Legolas seemed to be more careful with using his right arm and wondered why. He inspected the shirt and decided for a rather simple solution to fix the damage that was made. This was used as a distraction from his diverting thoughts.

He blinked as he heard the silent question.

"Well, foster brothers, sons of my foster father Elrond. They like to... torture everything, no, everybody that comes into their reach. I'm sorry they picked you as their victim."

Legolas shook his head. "It's okay. I'm fine..." Which was mostly the truth. They didn't hurt him and his hard-on was already gone. The only thing hurt was his pride. The Elf slightly clenched his fists. How dare they call him a toy... As if slave wasn't humiliating enough.

The man nodded as he stood up and sat down at the table, retrieved a pair of scissors and cut a few holes onto the front of the shirt. He tried his best to make them as regular as he could and then started to search for a cord that would serve as a thread to hold the now two parts of the top together.

"It is not okay," he murmured as he tortured his brain to remember where he might have put what he was searching for.

The Elf didn't say anything. He knew his master was stubborn and there was no use in talking back like this. So he just sat there and watched the Human. Aragorn was obviously looking for something and didn't find it.

"Master? What are you looking for?" Legolas finally asked.

"Nothing..." the man murmured as he rummaged through a trunk. There he found what he was searching for. "There!"

He produced a thin leather-chord from one of his old pockets and threaded it through the holes he just made. An appreciating look later he got up from where he sat at the table and presented his work to Legolas, the almost-nakedness of the Elf almost forgotten until then. His eyes were glued to the little fading mark on Legolas left ear as he handed the shirt back.

The Elf noticed the look of his master and how he stared at his ear. Out of a sudden reflex he lifted his hand to cover his left ear after he took the shirt from the Human. The dark-haired Elf had obviously left a mark on him and it was probably raising Aragorn's anger again. Something Legolas didn't want to happen.

"It'll be gone soon," he murmured and his gaze was lowered to the sheets again. Somehow he was too ashamed to look at his master. Ashamed for what he had let the twin brothers do to him.

Aragorn frowned and put his hand over Legolas', pushing it away so he was now caressing the curve of the ear, tracing the brim of it, with a look like he was lost in reverie in his eyes. He was tempted to kiss it, cover the twin's marks with some of his own, as if he wanted to repossess what they had taken from him.

A blink later though, he was chiding himself. Obviously Elladan and Elrohir were right. He had to sort out his priorities... and morals. But still his hand was caressing Legolas' ear.

Legolas gasped when he felt the fingers on his ear, but he remained still. Or rather he tried, but when the Human continued caressing the sensitive spot, the Elf could feel the heat inside him slowly building up again. It was slower than before, but it still rose.

The slave bit his lip and muffled a low moan as he clutched the sheet next to him. His eyes were half-closed and the first slight shivers ran through his body. This man might be Human, but it was easy to tell that he grew up between Elves and that he had learned from them.

Aragorn's heart made a leap as Legolas writhed underneath his touch. He blinked, almost forgotten that ears were the almost most sensitive part of an Elf, as he knew from personal experience and usage. And using that on an already... exhausted Legolas was more than just unfair, especially since he had vowed to himself to protect the blond Elf... and he wasn't able to protect him from his twin brothers.

Okay, but he was neither able to protect himself from Elladan and Elrohir.

Despite what every fiber in his body wanted to do, Aragorn reluctantly pulled back his hand to give Legolas the chance to catch his breath.

"I have to meet those brats tonight at dinner... So... you'll be alone tonight..."

Legolas simply nodded. He felt a little stitch in his heart though, since he had been looking forward to spending some time with the Human all day and he didn't want to be alone anymore. But he said nothing. Only his eyes saddened a little bit, but it wasn't really visible.

It was then when the Elf felt a stronger longing for his home than ever before since he was here. He wanted to leave this place, return to his family and friends. To his woods and its spirits. His freedom....

Irritated by those thoughts, Legolas slightly shook his head and chased them away. Then he just looked up at Aragorn, not knowing what to say. 'Have fun' would have sounded stupid.

The man - who had been looking away in shame and thus didn't notice the play of emotion on the Elf's face - stood up to choose some clothes he was going to wear that night. The ones he was wearing then were already sticky from the ...help... of the twins earlier. He chose a simple reddish tunic and started to undress.

Legolas watched Aragorn's struggle with his clothes for a while, sorting his thoughts, but came to no point... just that he missed his home and was irritated by his wish of being together with that man for the evening. So he sighed and stood up as he trusted his legs to carry him again and started to help undressing and dressing.

He noted that the knots were made by different hands and imagined what Aragorn had meant with the twins having fun with him earlier. That they treated a King like him... a slave... It made him frown slightly as he fixed the doublet on the broad chest, taking care that Aragorn didn't see it.

But he didn't have to worry about that as the man was more brooding about the late meeting than paying attention to him anymore. On the other hand, Aragorn tried hard not to think about the blond Elf, his little gasps and moans, the half-lidded eyes, the moist, half-open mouth and the thin sheen of sweat that had built under the expert hands of Elladan and Elrohir that he had the honor to see as he entered the room all of a sudden.

Idly he wondered if he could elicit more than just muffled moans from those pale lips as he thanked Legolas and headed downstairs for dinner.

To be continued...
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*sweatdrops* Don't hurt us...