“Harder...Harder…” Legolas shrieked to his husband, Erestor, as he thrust into him.
“Not so loud…You will wake Melpomaen…Oh Valar…You are...you are so...Meleth...” Erestor came loudly followed shortly after by his Legolas. They held each other tightly until they came down back to earth.
“Do you think he heard us?” Legolas asked quietly as if it were a conspiracy.
No, I don’t think so.” Erestor grinned as he moved off and flopped down beside his blond prince.
“Of course I heard you.” A small voice from the side of the bed called up. “What were you doing and why did it make you shout?”
Erestor groaned and put his hand to his forehead while Legolas hissed at him to be quiet and let him handle it. Legolas peered over the side to see his small one year old ion, Melpomaen, looking up at him and smiling innocently. He wondered what he had ever done to offend the Valar that he should be blessed with such an elfling.
Melpomaen was the double of his Ada Erestor. He had been born wearing a black house robe, just like his Ada’s, and had been able to talk since birth; sometimes he was referred to as ‘Mini-Erestor.’ Potty training had never been a problem because the small elfling was able to ask to go to the toilet, and school was not needed, so far, because all of Erestor’s previously gleaned knowledge, taking at least two thousand years to accumulate, was present in Melpomaen’s head already. It was said that Melpomaen was able to ask about the progress of a secret trade agreement five minutes after he was born. This may have seemed advantageous to his parents, but their ion could not relate to other elflings of his own age and had not grasped the concept that some things are private and at times it was best to keep one’s mouth shut.
“Did we wake you sweet one?” Legolas snuggled the small elfling into his side and awaited the answer.
“Well of course you did. That’s why I came into the bedroom isn’t it?” Melpomaen lay against his Ada Legolas’ chest, enjoying the cuddle. He was about to put his thumb in his mouth when he asked if they had been making babies.
Erestor nearly choked on the water he was slowly sipping. It was hot and with a healthy swig of miruvor mixed in to help him sleep. The small elfling unsettled him, and he felt that nothing in his life was private anymore. The stress stopped him from sleeping and even sex didn’t wear him out enough to get a good night’s rest. The most disturbing thing was that Melpomaen seemed to have all of Erestor’s previous memories and could remember them as if they had happened to him. Whereas the dark elf was a master of tact and diplomacy, and often tucked things away for perusal and commenting on later when advantageous, his ion said exactly what was in his mind regardless of who it might offend or embarrass. Both elves were tired of digging themselves out of the holes that Melpomaen had dug for them and both were careful when exposing him to company.
“Shall we put you back to bed, sweetie?” Legolas tickled his little ion on the belly, making him giggle.
“No thank you. I want to stay here with you and Ada Erestor.” Melpomaen raised his head and gave a hopeful and sweet grin to his other ada to see if he could sway him. Ultimately, whether he went back to bed or not the final decision would lay with him.
“You can stay for a few minutes only.” Erestor turned towards Legolas so that his chest lay against his husband’s back and he pinched his ion’s cheek gently and smiled. He was glad that Melpomaen enjoyed some elfling things like snuggling up to his parents and having cuddles and he did not want to discourage that.
“So tell me,” Melpomaen grinned sweetly, while his parents were filled with the silent dread that he might asked something they would find too embarrassing to answer. “Why are you making babies without asking me if I actually want another brother or sister? I thought you would have come and asked me what I thought about it. I’m the one who is going to have to live with it.”
“That’s it, get to bed, you have gone too far.” Erestor was extremely annoyed, so Legolas picked the small elfling up and took him to his own bed in the next room.
“What have I done?” Melpomaen questioned loudly. “All I said was …”
Legolas put his hand over the elfling’s mouth. “Shush! It is none of your business what we do in private, Mel. You need to learn when to talk and when not to talk.”
“Ada Erestor hates me doesn’t he? It’s not fair because I love him when he is not being a ratbag.” The small elfling pulled the bedcovers up around his chin and resolutely put his thumb in his mouth.
“What did you say?” Legolas was shocked.
“Got a problem with your ears, Ada? You should get Elrond to look in them; perhaps if you cleaned them out it would help.” Melpomaen became dimly aware that perhaps he might have said the wrong thing; his ada’s face was a big clue in discerning this.
“Your ada would protect you with his life, you ungrateful little sh…”
“That’s enough!” Erestor stood in the doorway. “Go back to bed, meleth. I will deal with this.”
“I’m already in bed.” The small elfling called up from his covers.
“Not you!” Both parents shouted in unison. Legolas left the room and Erestor sat beside his ion’s bed.
“Once again your mouth gets you into trouble. What have you to say for yourself?” Erestor sighed; he looked tired and had a headache the size of a small mountain forming rapidly. He rubbed his temples, to no avail, and looked at his ion.
“First of all I am only one year old, and you expect too much of me. It is inconceivable that I should have tact and diplomacy, as well as excessive intelligence. You are asking too much. Tact and diplomacy involve choice, whereas intelligence is innate. I simply haven’t learned the decision making skills needed yet.” Melpomaen’s little hands were on his hips and he glared at his ada.
“All right. I think that the whole of Imladris knows that your decision making skills are that of a foetus; however, you are burdened with extreme intelligence and you will have to learn to think about any answer you give before saying it. You can ask me or your other ada if a response is appropriate or not. Other elves do not appreciate your difficulties and you are always judged by what you say, wherever you are or whoever you are.” Erestor massaged his temples. “Do you understand what I have just said?”
“Well of course I did; I’m not stupid.”
“One can be intelligent and still be stupid, Mel. At the moment you are at the height of stupidity.” Erestor looked at his shocked ion, leaned over him and gave him a kiss. “Goodnight sweetheart; see you in the morning.”
Erestor climbed back into bed and Legolas put his arms around him.
“How is your head, meleth nÓn?” Strong thumbs massaged circles on Erestor's skull and he lay back and relaxed.
“Mmm…that feels good.” Erestor shut his eyes and hugged his husband to him. Still the fingers worked their magic and eventually he fell asleep.
Legolas snuggled up to his sleeping husband and hoped that the next day would be better. He wondered if he should write to his father so that they could have a holiday; he considered that Erestor certainly needed the rest, and the change of surroundings might stop his frequent headaches. After deciding he would talk to Erestor in the morning about it, he fell asleep, mesmerised by the motion of his husband’s chest as he breathed in and out.
Melpomaen lay in his bed and wondered why everything in life was so hard and why there were so many rules. He wiped the tears from his eyes and put his thumb in his mouth. After a while, he fell asleep.
It is probably wise not to eat or drink while reading; I cannot be responsible for any food or drink related splatterings of keyboards or monitors :D
There is no underage sex in this story.
Part of The Melpomaen Collection.
Disclaimer: I do not own the elves or their surroundings. I make no profit and have no intention of making any.
Melpomaen's mouth gets him into trouble.
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