Fan Fiction ❯ Tên Mûel ❯ Interrogations ( Chapter 15 )

Title: Tên Mûel
Authors: Makiko Igami (makikoigami@yahoo.de) & My-chan (My-chan@gmx.de)
Archive: http://www.yaoi.rulestheweb.com
http://www.geocities.com/lirimaer8/inde x.html
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/src.php?auth=58906
http://f anfiction.alansworld.com/viewuser.php?uid=74
http://adultfan.nexcess.ne t/aff/authors.php?no=2588 Legolas In Chains Archive
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 night had almost been unbearable. Every time he turned to another side, he had to think of that unfinished task and all the questions that had come to his mind the previous day. He wanted to know the reasons, the background, the events that had led to this but he didn't find any answers in his sleep.

So as soon as the sun had risen high enough and he felt ready to face the day, he asked his mate to get up as well. Over breakfast they plotted what to do and discussed what preparations were to make. In the end it seemed like warfare to them both.

He gave a last check on what they wanted and needed for their... picnic.

"I got the cherries from the kitchen... do you have the other items?"

"Yes, we have everything we need," his mate grinned widely and patted the little bag he was carrying. Together they made their way upstairs to the final destination.

Elladan opened the door and entered the King's chambers first. He waited for Elrohir to follow him before he closed the door behind him and locked it.

Legolas' ears twitched as he heard sounds coming from the door. Suddenly his eyes widened as he realized who had entered the room. It was the two Elves from yesterday. Aragorn had told them not to come near him again, but they obviously didn't care much. And it was also pretty clear what they were there for: to finish what they couldn't the day before.

The chained Elf winced as he heard the sound of the door lock and panic started to rise in him. He looked around like he was hunted and his thoughts raced as he tried to find a way to escape these two...

After Elladan had locked the door, his grin grew even wider and he walked around the wall just to stop dead in his tracks. The room was empty and Legolas was nowhere to be seen.

Elrohir stopped dead in his tracks as well and almost dropped the little bowl of cherries that he had snatched from the kitchen. His mind told him that Estel's slave could not have gone anywhere as he seemed to be chained to the wall all the time. At least that was what he thought because of what it looked like.

He spotted the chain still neatly secured to the wall but it disappeared somewhere under the bed, making him frown.

"Elladan... do you think what I think?"

The younger twin had also spotted the chain after he had overcome his first surprise.

"Yes. I think coming here was a waste of time... he's not here..." he said while he nudged his brother and pointed him to go to the right side of the bed while he headed towards the left side.

"Why don't we just make out on the bed instead, hm?" He winked at his brother and chuckled softly.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," Elrohir winked on his way to the other side of the bed, where the chain disappeared under the bed. He moved silently and placed one knee on the bed, seemingly planning to lean down on it.

"Estel surely has nothing against it... since he's not here..."

Elladan nodded. "Yes. As for that... we finally can erase it from our list, right darlin'?" he asked with a mischievous grin that showed that he actually wouldn't mind making out on the king's bed right then, but they were here for something different.

Just before the younger twin could sit down on the bed so, he *accidentally* dropped his bag.

"Whoooops."

The green-eyed Elf bowed down to pick up the bag and glanced under the bed where he saw a curled up Legolas pressed against the wall underneath the mattress.

"Ai, Elrohir. Look what I just found," he said teasingly, his eyes gleaming with lust and something else indefinable. The chained Woodelf just glared at him with all his might.

As if on clue, Elrohir bent down as well, feigning he didn't know what his brother meant.

"A mouse? In the King's chambers? Tsk tsk tsk... Estel has to tell his people to clean better... Oh wait!" he exclaimed almost too happily. "This is no mouse! It's Estel's slave!"

He smiled, well, it was rather a grin, but he looked down to the Elf in the dirty corner under the bed.

"Why don't you just come out there? It's surely rather uncomfortable down there, isn't it?"

Legolas just shook his head. He would rather stay under the bed for two days than to come out now. He knew what they were going to do to him and there was NO way he would let them voluntarily.

"I don't think he likes the idea, darlin'," said Elladan thoughtfully and reached under the bed with his right hand. Maybe he could persuade the other Elf to come out if he gave him a little push. But one moment later he withdrew his hand with a painful hiss.

Elrohir blinked and then fixed the Elf under the bed with a rather nasty glare.

"Didn't Estel teach you to be submissive? I thought you were a slave!"

He slipped from the bed and sat down in front of the bed, so he could look directly at the Elf hiding underneath, not upside down as before.

"Careful, darlin'. He bites," the younger twin murmured while he lapped the blood from the little mark. Legolas had turned to Elrohir and glared at him now. How dared these two... to treat him like a toy you could play with whenever you liked. Yes, he was a slave, but to his master alone. And he had taught him anything but to be submissive.

Contrary to whatever those two might think Aragorn had had other things in mind. Legolas had the feeling that the Human had tried to teach him quite the opposite. And the Elf could feel his pride had grown stronger and it was deeply hurt now.

"No," he hissed right in Elrohir's face. "And why should I? You don't treat me much differently than him."

The dark-haired Elf was hurt only for a moment. "That's right, but Estel knows that resistance is useless when dealing with us... and we're about to show you that, too."

He wasn't smiling anymore; there was just a very dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Maybe you should get out there on your own..."

Legolas' glare only intensified and he clenched his fists.

"Forget it," he growled lowly. "I'm no one's toy..."

Elladan had kneeled down on his side of the bed as well, but he made sure that his hands didn't get within the reach of the chained Elf again. Now he glanced over to his brother, looking at him quizzically as if asking him what might be the best way to get Legolas out from under the bed.

Elrohir fixed glances with his brother and nodded towards the chain. If the dog didn't want to come to his master, the master would have to use the leash to tell him where to go.

He moved to a stand and motioned for his brother silently to do the same. And as they stood he explained with his eyes and hands that he wanted to pull on the chain, thus forcing Legolas to get out and then use what they brought with them to stop any other movement. He asked if Elladan was okay with that, looking at him expectantly.

The younger twin thought about it for a few seconds, but he didn't like that idea. Not at all. He didn't want to use actual force on the captured Elf and hurt him. Legolas should enjoy what they did to him after all, instead of being filled with panic and fear. So he slowly shook his head to his brother's suggestion and pointed down with his left hand, indicating that he would crawl under the bed to "persuade" Legolas to come out.

Elrohir nodded. In fact he preferred this option over his idea, but he kept that in mind as a failsafe-plan. He just hoped that this would work out as well as it could.

Elladan smiled as his brother agreed and handed him the bag so he could prepare what was inside. Then he kneeled down again, looking at Legolas who didn't move one inch. He might have just curled up even tighter as he pressed himself against the wall.

'This is not going to be easy,' Elladan thought, 'but also a lot of fun.' The younger twin couldn't help a slight grin as he started to crawl under the bed.

"Well then, candy. If you won't come out on your own, I guess I have to talk you into..." He was cut by a low hiss from the slave though.

"Candy?"

Elladan sweat dropped. "Yes... you... taste like one." An almost innocent smile graced his features as he moved closer and he managed to make Legolas stunned for a moment, thus breaking through his defense. When the blond Elf noticed this it was already too late. He tried to kick the other man, but Elladan dodged the foot and grabbed Legolas' arm, thus turning him around.

That again didn't protect him from his nose being hit by the younger Elf's elbow, causing him to wince and a small line blood trickle down to his lips. But he would have got a nosebleed sooner or later anyway so it didn't really matter.

The green-eyed man finally managed to turn Legolas around so he was with his back against his chest. He avoided the seeking hands grabbing his own and put his right hand on the slave's belly button, giving slight pressure to it, and thus stopping any movement as Legolas relaxed in his arms and moaned softly.

"Don't..." he croaked weakly as Elladan started to massage the sensitive spot. "Let go.... Bastard..."

Elrohir retrieved the most beautiful hand-cuffs from their bag and then crawled under the bed as well when Elladan had managed to break through the Woodelf's resistance. But even though the Elf was growing weaker underneath the experienced touch of his brother he had some problems putting them onto slender pale wrists, which only confirmed him he was doing the right thing.

He applied a tiny sloppy kiss next to the now tortured belly button before he moved out from under the bed and pulled the other two men out from underneath.

Legolas didn't stop struggling though; he even tensed up again when he felt the cold metal closing around his wrists. He reared up in Elladan's grip and was rewarded with a lick over his sensitive ear which sent him back to lie on top of the younger twin, shivering under the ministration as he kept licking the pointed end.

"Shhh... calm down, candy," the dark-haired Elf murmured and nibbled the soft skin gently. "We don't want to hurt you.... Right darlin'?" he asked with a glance at his brother from the corner of his eyes.

Elrohir chanced him a "maybe a little"-glance, but quickly grinned sheepishly enough to see it as a joke. He helped his brother to get up and took a hold of the blond one's legs, that started kicking right then.

"Hush... you are going to feel better afterwards," he cooed with a grin.

"I don't want to feel better!" Legolas snapped at Elrohir and kept struggling to get his feet out of his grip. He even managed and kicked him, but he wasn't fast enough. The older twin dodged him with ease and grabbed him again.

Elladan sat down on the bed as he was sure the blond's legs were in a secure hold and slowly moved towards the headboard still trying to work his magic on Legolas belly but he had some trouble now.

Elrohir glared almost openly at Legolas now, although he was hiding a grin underneath it. He knew that the Elf didn't have any chance against them both, and only that thought made him sit down on the bed as well, making his way towards the footboard of the bed.

"You say that now..." he purred as he fished for one of the shackles from where he put it on the bed earlier.

"And I mean it!" Legolas exclaimed and tried to get his feet out of the Elf's grip again but right then, Elladan was able to shift in a better position and put his hand on the blond's belly button again. He slightly buried his fingers in the soft skin and moved them in small circular motions which left Legolas moaning and shivering in his arms.

"Don't... please.... Let go..." the chained Elf whispered weakly and tried to push Elladan's hand away.

"Hm... maybe later?" Elrohir suggested with a sultry grin and pinned one leg with his knee as he shackled the other to a bedpost. He checked the lock once and then moved to the other leg, only able to relax once Legolas wouldn't mean a menace to them anymore and they could have their... "fun".

"I'm not your fucktoy!" Legolas managed to spit out right before Elladan started to nibble his earlobe and transformed the slave into a puddle of goo. He bit his lip hard, this time determined to suppress any sounds and keep his body under control.

"Hmm...butverydelicious..." Elladan murmured with a mouthfull of ear.

Elrohir simply grinned. "No... You are Elladan's candy right now..."

Then he moved on to shackle the other leg to the other bedpost, thus spreading the delicious legs wide open.

"I still like to call you toy, though..." he said as he worked on the other lock.

Legolas didn't really notice what Elrohir was doing to him. He was way too busy dealing with Elladan's ministrations and not reacting to it. Which was impossible for him of course. He didn't want to be treated like a toy, but then again he couldn't do anything against it. And the thought that they would do the same to Aragorn made it almost bearable.

"He'll be ... very..... mad... at you..." the Elf managed to get out between his pants as he started to get mad at himself. He didn't really want to, but he was starting to enjoy what Elladan was doing to him. Said Elf of course noticed this and grinned from one ear to the other as he kept nibbling and sucking the soft skin in front of him.

It just had been too long for Legolas to be touched like this in a gentle and sweet way, instead of rough, brutal and forcing. And the fact that these two were Elves and not Humans changed the slave's attitude as well, since he knew he didn't have to fear them.

"We can deal with it," Elladan finally murmured and licked his way down to Legolas throat, eliciting a soft moan from the pale lips.

Elrohir had settled between the Woodelf's legs and was now crawling to higher regions. He didn't get far though as he found that the little belly button could use some more ministration from his tongue, so he darted it out, delved it into the little hollow and started lapping at the soft skin.

"We dealt with worse things than Estel's rage," he murmured between two licks. "Armies of ten thousands of Orcs..."

Once more Legolas reared up to meet Elrohir's skilled tongue and moaned breathlessly.

"I know..." he whispered and struggled with his bound hands. His fists opened and closed and he was desperate for something to hold onto... until his fingers found the older twin's head and grabbed a handful of dark hair.

Meanwhile Elladan was still nibbling and sucking the swanlike neck and his hands slowly sneaked lower. They slid over Legolas' chest, shortly teasing a nipple through the soft fabric of the shirt. It was then when Elladan noticed that something was different. He had thought his candy was wearing a new shirt, but now he could feel bands and knots under his fingers and realized that Estel had only repaired the one he cut yesterday.

A grin spread over his features as he began to unbutton the shirt, to unwrap the delicious body.

Elrohir grinned rather smugly when he felt hands burying in his hair. He paid attention though that the Woodelf didn't pull too harshly on it. The first motion that hurt him and the pale hands would be shackled to the headboard-posts. And in fact he rather liked his victims immobile under his touch. He liked them writhing, craving for his touch, but not able to get it themselves.

"You know about us, huh?" he asked, a little muffled by the planes of Legolas' stomach. "Did Estel tell you about his adventures?"

"Ahh..." Legolas gasped, "no... I... read the... books," he managed to get out somehow. Unconsciously he let go of the dark hair and caressed Elrohir's head with light strokes. By no means did he want to hurt him or his brother, but he lost control over his body once more. Whether he wanted to admit it or not he was at the mercy of these two demons.

Elladan listened to the little conversation the two held, his mouth much too busy to get out any words and he finally finished opening the shirt. He let his hand slip underneath the soft fabric and caressed the smooth skin while he shoved the shirt to the sides. This time he revealed more of the chest than the day before, thus revealing more old bruises as well.

This made the younger twin stop his ministrations for a moment as he sat up to get a better view. He let his hands run gently over the fading marks, concern shimmering in his eyes.

"Elbereth... this must have looked horrible..."

Legolas took the chance to take a few deep breaths as he looked up at Elladan with half-lidded eyes. He wanted to say something. Like it would be gone soon and that he was fine... anything to make the concern go a way, even though he didn't know why he felt like that.

Elrohir looked up, somewhat aroused by the soft strokes in his hair and leaned up to see the full damage. He frowned and stopped his movements altogether. The bruises were really ugly in his eyes and it made him wonder once again how Humans were able to catch an Elf.

"How did they catch you?" he asked, his voice firm despite his arousal.

The Woodelf blinked as both brothers stopped their movements and looked up just to meet both of their gazes. But after a moment he turned his head to look away and slowly shook his head. He didn't want to think about that time when he was caught. Without noticing he tensed up again, clenching his fists.

Elladan saw the wave of uneasiness wash over Legolas' features and his body and slightly rubbed the slave's earlobe in a soothing manner.

"Please, tell us," he whispered for he also wanted to know.

Despite better knowledge, Legolas gave in to the warm fuzzy feeling that built up in his body at Elladan's ministrations.

"They... shot me..." he murmured lowly, but didn't turn his head back to them. He didn't want to see them pity him.

"How?" was the only thing that Elrohir managed to say at first, his voice only displaying surprise and curiosity.

Even if Legolas wasn't looking at them anymore, he was still under their care and they held some kind of power over him. "You look fast enough... and Humans are really not that great at archery... How did they shoot you?"

"I was not fast enough," was all Legolas said, still looking away. Even though Elladan made him feel rather comfortable with his actions, the memories and the images were still there and he rather kept them deep down in his soul instead of digging them up.

Elladan frowned and looked at his brother. That really was a very unsatisfying answer.

Elrohir looked back at his brother and wanted to know more as well. So he moved up and let his tongue twirl around a dark nipple, wanting to see Legolas moan again.

"I don't believe you. There must have been more..." he murmured and then bit the hardened nub playfully.

"Ahh!" Legolas cried out at the sudden pain and pleasure that struck him almost out of nowhere. He squirmed and grabbed Elrohir's shirt to pull him away. But right then Elladan resumed nibbling and licking his ear thus leaving the Woodelf weak and helpless.

"Tell us," murmured the younger twin and started to move his thumb over the other nipple.

"Aahhh..." The moans got louder and the meant tug on the shirt of the Elf hovering over him was just a mere pluck. "It's nothing," he husked breathlessly.

"Well, if it's nothing you can easily tell us, can't you?" Elrohir asked, smirking just a little at the futile attempt of pulling him away on his shirt and then bit the nipple once again.

"Ahh!" Again Legolas squirmed and doubled his effort to pry the Elf away from him. "There's nothing... to tell...."

Elladan licked the blond's ear from the lobe to the point and chuckled. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're a horrible liar?" He didn't get an answer though since the Woodelf was way too busy moaning and panting.

"Why don't you tell us? What do you fear? We won't cause you any harm, or whomever you're trying to protect..." he said softly hoping he could get through somehow since he really needed to satisfy his and his brother's curiosity.

Legolas on the other hand wasn't really able to process what Elladan told him. His mind was too occupied with other things to process any thoughts.

Elrohir frowned and motioned for his brother to slow down his ministrations a bit, so that the slave could catch his breath and get the chance to really answer their question.

"Right... just tell us what happened... I'm curious... How can a cunning Elf like you be caught by some filthy Humans?"

The Woodelf was staring right into Elrohir's eyes as the dark-haired man was hovering over him. He looked into the brown pools searching for something... like incredibility, but found nothing. Legolas took another deep breath and glanced at Elladan who smiled at him softly, encouraging him to tell what was on his mind.

"I lead them away... to save my people. I couldn't run as fast... or otherwise they wouldn't have been able to follow... and might have turned back..." he finally told them lowly, trying not to let all the images flow his mind.

Elrohir's eyes widened a bit before he nodded in understanding.

"You were the only one caught?" he asked, not really waiting for an answer. "That makes you a hero, really." He snorted in a strange mix of amusement and disgust. "And what praise do you get? Sold like cattle, made a slave..." He smirked sympathetically. "Life is cruel, isn't it?"

He bowed his head down and nibbled softly at Legolas' ear. "I bet you are some kind of prince..." he murmured as he continued to thoroughly lick and caress the pointed ear.

Legolas tensed slightly at the prince comment, but it was imperceptible and one moment later he relaxed fully under the skilled tongues of the brothers both of them licking and nibbling his ears, plus massaging the sensitive area around his belly button.

"Aahhh..." Another soft moan fell from his lips and again his fists opened and closed, desperate for something to hold onto. He wasn't able to reply to anything Elrohir had said and he was very grateful for that, even if it meant to give in completely to these two.

Elladan had also been quite shocked about what Legolas told them, but this wasn't the time to deepen this conversation and so he shoved the thoughts away and concentrated on the delicious body underneath him instead. And on what sounds he could elicit these tempting, trembling lips.

But then he was frowning slightly in irritation. Although he was highly enjoying himself the bound hands of the blond between their bodies somehow unnerved him.

"Darlin..." he murmured around the abused ear, "his hands..."

"Hm? Oh..." Elrohir was just trying to memorize the ear's texture as he noticed what his twin was trying to tell him. The handcuffs had been practical to get the Woodelf onto the bed, but now... as they wanted to unwrap him... they were only disturbing.

So Elrohir interrupted his nibbling and searched for the key in the bag, produced it somehow and opened the handcuffs, motioning for Elladan to look out for the now free hand as he pulled up the other to the headboard and then connected the vacant ring with the post there. Then he started to proceed in the same way with the other wrist.

Elladan took Legolas' right hand from his brother, together with the other handcuff and as Elrohir returned to the abandoned ear his younger brother took the chance and chained the other hand as well. Before Legolas could fathom what had happened, both his hands and his legs where tied to the posts of the bed, leaving him spread eagle and completely defenseless.

But he didn't even get the chance to utter any protest as Elladan bend over him again and started to lick and nibble one of his nipples.

"Ahh..." Legolas cried out softly and reared up into the probing tongue, grabbing the chain of the handcuffs for support.

Suckling, licking and nibbling at the sensitive ear, Elrohir bathed in the little cries and moans of the Woodelf and decided that it was time to move on. So he let his hand trail over the pale abdomen, lower and lower until he came to the waistband of the loose green pants and slipped his hand underneath. There he first tickled the soft flesh and combed through golden curls before he moved yet a little lower.

Elladan's hand on his belly button kept the blond man busy though, and he didn't even notice how his twin's hand wandered over his body to lower regions. Legolas was still torn between resisting and giving in to the touches, but he tended to enjoying it. The rational part of his mind had long ago shut down and the only thing he noticed anymore was the pleasure these two were giving him.

When he now felt the featherlike touch on his lower abdomen and one moment later a warm hand closing around his arousal he slightly jerked off the bed, thrusting into the touch. A loud moan fell from his lips and he tugged at the handcuffs, desperate to do something with his hands, touch something, anything.

The green-eyed twin grinned widely at the reaction and let go of the nipple in his mouth as he sat up slowly. His hand was still busy massaging around Legolas belly button, but he had something else in mind.

"Darlin'... can you hand me the cherries?" he asked sweetly.

Elrohir was reluctant to stop the move movements of his hand and the suckling on the delicate ear to sit up and pass the bowl of cherries that sat at the other edge of the bed, so he grumbled at first, but then sat up nevertheless as he found that although Legolas' pants were wide they were restricting him in his movement.

Leaving the ear be as it was with a slight sheen of saliva glistening on its curves, the brown-eyed twin sat up and reached out with his free hand to find the cherries on the other side and handed them to his brother. Also he retrieved a little knife from inside his right boot, grinning maliciously.

"I'm going to do something against these obstacles," he announced and then put the knife to start cutting the green fabric from the waist down to Legolas' ankles.

Legolas didn't realize any of this. Elladan kept him much too busy after he received the fruits from his brother. He placed the bowl next to him and took one of the red balls. Looking at it hungrily for a second he moved his hand over Legolas belly button and dropped the cherry right into his navel.

"Lunch is ready," he said with a low chuckle before he bent down to nibble around the red fruit in smaller growing circles until he finally sucked it into his mouth and chewed luxurious. His actions had managed to draw even louder moans from the blond Elf and Elladan nodded satisfied, only to start over with the procedure again. The stones landed in the little bowl after they were clean.

It was about that time when the chained man noticed that his legs were touched by a cool wind breeze and that his leggings were gone. Legolas squirmed under the younger twin's touch and tried to avoid it, but of course his attempts were in vain.

"Ahhh... stop..." he gasped breathlessly. This had already gone way too far. What would Aragorn think if he saw him like this?

"Stop what?" the older twin grinned as he put the dagger back into his boot.

Finally the legs were freed from their confinements and the whole lithe body was exposed before them. Elrohir smiled as the bulge he had seen earlier resulted in being a nice Elven erection and as he saw the stones his brother spat out once in a while, a rather cruel idea crossed his mind and he grinned.

Reaching over to grab a handful of cherries from the bowl, he settled himself between the now exposed legs and popped one cherry in his mouth, while he let a pair of cherries hang over the tip, so that they occasionally moved against the hardened flesh.

"Ahh!" Legolas gasped and his squirming increased at the strange touch of the fruits against his hot skin. "Stop it... ah.... Stop," he managed to get out between his pants and moans.

As Elladan saw what his brother was doing he grinned wickedly and abandoned the cherry in the blond's navel for a moment. He turned his head to the side and blew his breath on the half hard erection, watching with gleaming eyes how it twitched slightly and grew even harder.

He just wanted to lean forward to lick the pale erection as some loud shaking from the door made him frown. Looking up at his brother he raised one eyebrow. It looked like Estel had returned to his chambers, but what a pity the door was locked.

So the younger twin only grinned and finally bowed farther down to fulfill his intentions. Legolas' hips jerked up at the wet and hot touch and he cried out huskily.

Elrohir frowned as well, but they had locked the door, so nobody should be able to enter soon without breaking it. And he didn't think that any of the servants or Estel would go that far in intruding these chambers. So he paid no heed to the noise and continued what he started doing.

Along with his brother he licked over the slave's pale staff and used his skillful tongue to run the cherry-stone over the texture of the sensitive skin.

"Aahhh!" The chained Elf moaned loudly and tugged at the handcuffs with all his left-over strength, causing the wood to crunch in protest. He couldn't say that it felt bad, it was just funny. But he didn't want it to happen and that made anything else rather unimportant.

Little tears formed in the corner of his eyes as Legolas kept struggling as much as he could, which was not really a threat to the twins.

"Please.... Stop it...." He whispered weakly and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, causing the tears to finally stream down his cheeks to his ears. The Elf brothers on the other hand didn't notice this and continued to occupy themselves happily with their individual tasks.

It was then that a deep voice announced the King's presence in his chambers, making Elrohir freeze startled.

"I thought I told you not to touch my Elf again!!!"

To be continued...
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*hides* Elladan and Elrohir have... interesting interrogation-methods... *coughs* and well... they are nosy... But please, don't hate them for that. It's the way they are. *sweatdrops*