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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely flowers to play with? And eh...hmm.. trees! Silver ones, even. :D

Fifteen Years

Chapter 11: Of Silver Trees.
Celeborn stood and stretched luxuriously as Legolas waited before turning and opening a heavy drapery that concealed a bedchamber. Turning back, he said warmly, "Come."

Legolas followed Celeborn into the room, taking in the heavy green draperies, the pale green silk coverlets and downy pillows. The bed was large, with high posts at the four corners. The furnishings were heavy, rich, and tasteful. Legolas was overwhelmed with a desire to run his fingers across the rich silks and velvets on the bed, but instead, turned to Celeborn and stood, legs apart, hands behind his back, creating the picture of the perfect courtesan.

Celeborn settled on a wide settee, relaxed and at ease. "Why don't you undress? Then go to that chest and fetch one item from each drawer. Bring them to the bed."

Legolas undressed quickly, his gaze never leaving Celeborn's face. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable under that calm perusal, as Celeborn scanned every inch of his flesh as it was exposed. His heart had stopped pounding and the strange tightness in his chest had eased. Although he wondered at his strange sense of calm, he did not take the time to ponder it. Taking a deep breath, Legolas folded his clothes into a hasty pile and went to the chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer and paused as the thudding in his chest started up again. He knew this game. He'd played it himself a few times with Epheral.

Whatever he chose, he could expect to experience it first hand. In the top drawer, before his eyes, was an assortment of bottles and jars. Creams and oils, some with the contents neatly etched into the glass, some with well-worn glued on labels, and a few with no words at all. The rule he'd always gone by when playing with Epheral was to keep it simple. Epheral was creative. The Elf lord most likely was devestatingly so. Avoiding the bottles marked with etched peppers or mint leaves, Legolas lifted a bottle of pale yellow oil and uncorked it, enjoying the scent of cloves and nutmeg that reached his nose. Selecting that one, he opened the next drawer.

Seven paddles, of various thickness and shapes, some covered with leather, a few of raw wood, a brutal one with small round protuberances interspersed with drilled holes... after a moment, Legolas selected a round leather covered paddle with a padded handle. After all, he reminded himself generously, this was for Lord Celeborn and it would not do for the lord to bruise his hand.

The third drawer held leather whips and floggers, again in various lengths and weights. Legolas hated this part. There were no right answers. It came down to what he thought he could handle and what he thought he wanted. With a smile, he slapped a flogger made up of two foot lengths of soft inch wide hide against his own bare thigh, testing it's weight. His smile broadened as he heard Celeborns intake of breath behind him. Setting the black flogger on the top of the dresser, he bent over, deliberately exposing his rear to Celeborn, and opened the bottom drawer.

Legolas looked over the implements and grimaced. Here there was one right answer, for he knew that once Lord Celeborn had settled into the game, he would not be able to hold back his own voice. Selecting the instrument he gathered his choices and took them to the bed, laying them out one by one before turning back to Celeborn and coming to a sudden halt.

"Oh, Valar." The words escaped his throat without thought. As he had been selecting, the Elf Lord had risen silently from his perch and disrobed. He now stood in the pale light that streamed through the window, naked, raw and powerful. And very aroused.

Celeborn said nothing, merely raised an eyebrow and gestured his naked form. It was an invitation for commentary, Legolas realized, and he searched his mind for an appropriate compliment. His mind replied, No wonder they named him tree! I've never seen such a trunk! Why had Mirie never warned him about THAT? A gasp later, Legolas managed to say, "Very lovely, my lord."

"And you as well, my sweet Courtesan. Now, let's see what you've chosen." Celeborn brushed past him to stand beside the bed, taking in the items with a quick glance. "Pleasant choices. I do hope you will choose to be more adventurous once you've gotten used to me."

Legolas frowned. He'd disappointed Lord Celeborn already and had only been in his chambers a short time! "I would happy to exchange, if there is something else you would prefer, my lord."

Celeborn smiled a mysterious smile. "Nay. These will be wonderful."
Legolas dropped to his knees on the woven rug, bowing his head slightly as he brought his hands together at the small of his back. He could feel Celeborn circle him and looked up through his hair to find himself looking at exactly that part of his lord's anatomy that was most intimidating.

Light fingers brushed across his hair, then his cheekbone, tilting his face. Legolas looked up and met Lord Celeborn's silver-blue gaze, willing himself into trust and submission to this powerful being. Celeborn stepped closer, bringing his full erection to Legolas' lips, swaying towards him suggestively.

It took no more encouragement. Legolas opened his mouth and surrounded the firm warm flesh, reaching his tongue to stroke around the head, licking as much of the length as he could reach while straining forward on his knees. A taste of sweet fluid coated his tongue and he lapped at it, suckling lightly for more.

"Hmmm..You do that quite well." Celeborn murmured. "Deeper, Sarnlass."

Legolas leaned further, tilting his head back and relaxing his throat. Still, his jaw was stretched painfully as he struggled to suck Celeborn deeper. Were they all built like this in Lorien, he wondered as Celeborn shifted slightly and thrust lightly into his mouth. The smooth cool hands closed about his face, a steadying embrace that tilted his head and stilled him as the thrusts became quicker and more sure. Legolas ignored the painful stretch of his jaw and concentrated on his own movements, swallowing, stroking, suckling, until Celeborn paused and held him still, slowly withdrawing.

"Very good, indeed. Now, let's see if you can be very good in other ways, shall we?" Celeborn stepped away from him, and Legolas lowered his eyes to the floor and waited. He didn't have long to wait before he felt the lord step behind him. "Stand up,Sarnlass."

Legolas did as he was bidden, not yet turning to face his lord. The even voice behind him caressed him as it spoke close to his ear, an underlying fire flickering beneath the smooth tones. "I submit myself to you, Sarnlass. The instruments you chose were not for you, as you surmised, but for me. I want you to take me, Courtesan. Make me burn."

At those words, Legolas spun, stepping back in disbelief. Even as he took a pace back, Celeborn dropped to his knees in Legolas' place, glancing up at him with a pleading glance. "You would not deny me, would you, my lovely courtesan?"

"I..err...I mean..I" Legolas stared for a moment, then realized his mouth was gaping open. He looked down at the beautiful sturdy Elf on his knees, his silver hair splayed about him like a curtain, his deep grey eyes flickering to green in the shadows of the raindrops that fell against the window. With a deep breath, Legolas made up his mind. Summoning his courage, he snapped, "I mean...Silence. You will not speak unless spoken to."
Celeborn's face slipped into a wide grin, even as he clamped his mouth closed and clasped his hands together in the small of his back. Legolas took a few paces, then strode back and circled him, pretending to observe, but in actuality just buying some time before deciding just what to do. The great Lord Celeborn was on his knees before him, awaiting him. Legolas shook his head to clear it, before turning to gaze at the lord.
Celeborn was cream and silver, his muscles rippling as he adjusted his position on the rug slightly. Power was bespoken in that strong frame, in the curve of the thick neck, the tense, smooth buttucks. Remembering a long ago lesson Legolas recalled that he was in charge, and as such, could do what he would like. His mind instantly began to whisper ideas on exactly what he would like to do that beautiful body.
Lightly, he stroked his fingers over the silken hair, and across the wide shoulders, feeling the sensation ripple the smooth skin. Legolas reached across to the bed and picked up the last item he had chosen. "Open you mouth."
Celeborn obeyed and Legolas lowered the harness over his head, and felt the salty leather wrapped bit slide between his teeth. Legolas lifted back the curtain of silver hair and buckled the bit into place before gently running his fingers over the exposed lips, exploring the feel of moist lips matched to hard leather.

Celeborn moved his head slightly, encouraging the caress, and Legolas soothed his fingers over the fine cheekbones and down the jawline. Celeborn did not move under that exploratory touch, and neither did his eyes stray from Legolas' face. Legolas bowed down and bestowed a light kiss upon Celeborns forehead before standing back and giving him a stern look.
"Rise and go to the table."
Celeborn moved with the grace of a warrior, his stride spare and tight as he came to the wide oak table and stood, hands behind his back, his lips drawn back by the bit in his mouth. Legolas had already perused the table in his pacing and percieved it's actual purpose. "Bend over the table and grasp the far edge."
The Elf Lord stretched across the table and Legolas laid a hand on his neck, gently turning his face against the cool polished wood. "Do not let go, else I shall have to bind you."
Legolas took the indignant huff from the Elf Lord to mean that he could be trusted not to let go, and leaned down, gently running his lips along the ear that was exposed to him, kissing the tip and giving a tender lick before drawing away. Celeborn's sigh said more than words could have.

"White skin and dark oak," Legolas murmured softly, allowing his hand to play idly down Celeborn's spine. "My favorite combination. Well, one of them, anyway."

Legolas returned to the bed and tossed the other items he had collected onto a nearby chair, choosing one instrument before returning to Celeborn's side. Unable to restrain himself, he reached out and ran one hand over the exposed back, curling his fingers to scratch lightly down the spine from neck to buttocks, leaving a pale pink line in his wake. Then he stood back and delivered a light slap before saying seriously, "Celeborn, if at any point you need me to stop, release the table and raise your right hand."

Celeborn nodded, but squirmed slightly in anticipation.

Legolas nodded, slightly relieved that a safe signal had been given and accepted. He was used to playing without one, and doubted he would need it now, but he did not know this elf, except through legend. And the legends were daunting, to say the least. He took the paddle in hand, and then paused, testing its weight in his hands. Slowly, patiently, he begin delivering light slaps of the paddle, just enough to sting. Celeborn wriggled slightly, seeking to deepen the contact and Legolas obliged, delivering a hard spank first to one hard buttock and then to other.

His reward was a jerk and whimper from the Elf Lord, and Legolas found himself chuckling slightly as he reached his free hand between the Lords body and the table's edge, finding his erection and giving it a few firm strokes before swinging the paddle again. Celeborn groaned and thrust into his hand with the paddle strokes. Legolas intensified the strikes, making them sporadic, never allowing Celeborn to quite meet the rhythm of the strokes. As Celeborns knuckles whitened on the table's edge, Legolas delivered ten more brutal strokes with the paddle, leaving him gasping and writhing, more away from the paddle now than towards it.

"You are so lovely, my lord." Legolas murmured to him as he gave the throbbing erection in his fingers a last teasing stroke before withdrawing. Lightly, he rubbed the cool leather of the paddle over the heated, reddened flesh before him, bending over to run his tongue up Celeborn's back, tasting the salt sweat that shimmered across the cream colored skin. Celeborn sighed behind the bit, his face pressed to the unyeilding wood of the table.

"Such lovely skin." Legolas licked again, considering that he would love nothing more than to lick every inch of the beautiful being before him. Recalling himself, he nipped lightly at the nape of Celeborns neck, not hard enough to mar, but enough that Celeborn winced before sighing and pressing back against him. Legolas was, for the first time since making the decision to take the collar, enjoying himself thoroughly. "Oh, no, not yet, my beautiful lord."
Legolas kissed him once more before standing back and reaching for the next item. Celeborn exhaled mightily as the soft trail of the leather tails of the flogger slithered across his back. Legolas waited for him to take another deep breath, before yanking back and flailing it down hard between the Lord's shoulder blades. Celeborn jerked, his breath leaving him in a deep moan. Another breath, another strike, a keening yelp even as the smooth back arched up into the lash, begging for more.
If Legolas had been patient with the paddle, now it was as though every second counted. Smoothly, he rained blow after blow upon the smooth back before him, watching the livid red trails appear beneath the tails. It was a decent weight flogger, and Legolas knew from experience the satisfying thud, followed by the most sensual of stings that Celeborn would be experiencing with each strike. Celeborn moaned, tears forming in the corner of his eye, and Legolas reached beneath the table, looping his fingers lightly around his erection lightly enough to torment, not hard enough to satisfy, as he continued the assault. Celeborn tossed his head, grinding himself mindlessly against the table, begging wordlessly for Legolas to end this torture, or to take it further.
Legolas stopped the blows suddenly, tightening his fingers around Celeborns aching need to force him into stillness as he slipped the leather tails across the heated skin, gently teasing and tickling. Celeborn moaned and writhed beneath the sensual strokes, his teeth grinding audibly into the leather bit in his mouth. He arched up into the coiling, curling tails, reveling in the sensation of pain and pleasure mingled. Legolas released his erection and reached for the oil, uncorking it easily and tilting it into his fingers. Celeborn was sighing, almost whimpering, as he squirmed beneath the tender sliding tails of soft leather that teased his tormented skin.
Legolas slid his oiled hand between Celeborn's buttucks, seeking and finding the entrance there. Gently, continuing to smooth the flogger up and down the tender back, he pressed first one, then two fingers into the entrance that instantly relaxed around him as Celeborn groaned his pleasure. The scent of cloves and nutmeg filled the air and Legolas breathed deeply to calm his own arousal as he slipped a third finger into his lord, gently probing and stretching as Celeborn shifted and pressed back against him, seeking ever deeper contact.
Legolas stood back at last, and tilted the oil into his hand once more, stepping close to Celeborn as he spread the oil over his own erection. Tossing away the leather flogger, he placing one hand on Celeborn's hip to hold him steady. Leaning down, he murmured softly, "I want you. I'm going to have you, Celeborn."

In answer, Celeborn pushed back as best he could, inviting Legolas to enter him. Slowly, Legolas pushed the head of his erection past the tight ring, feeling it relax and open to him. Celeborn was resting his forhead against the cool of the table, never releasing his grip upon its edge, as Legolas pushed slowly and firmly deeper until he was pinned against the table, Legolas hard and full inside of him. Legolas gripped both hips and thrust lightly, murmuring, "You feel so good, My Lord."

Celeborn was thrusting silently back, begging wordlessly for more, and Legolas grunted compliance, pushing deeply into the sweet, tight heat that enveloped him. Slowly, he drew out his thrusts, creating sweet torture both for himself and the lord below him, bringing them both closer to the inevitable. Celeborn whimpered, moaned, jerked, and writhed, begging Legolas to take him to the end but Legolas refused to be hurried, enjoying the sensual body that thrust beneath him; the submission of such a great lord to his gentle torment. Celeborn gave a fierce groan then, a demand for fulfillment and Legolas leaned forward, kissing the bruised back before releasing the lords hips and reaching for his shoulders, bracing him and holding him still as he began to thrust harder, increasing in pace until both Elves were bathed in sweat and Celeborn was whimpering helplessly beneath the brutal thrusting.
Legolas pinned one hand between the Lord's shoulder blades, holding him to the table as he reached beneath him, grasping his throbbing erection and stroking it hard in time to his thrusts. When he felt Celeborn start to tremble, he encouraged him warmly, "Yes, that's it. Come with me. Come with me now."
The tremor of release caught Celeborn in a gasping, shuddering wave that took Legolas over the edge, and he cried out, a muffled wail of pleasure as the lord beneath him tensed almost painfully around him, drawing out his release as he held still and deep within him.
Legolas fell forward, his elbows resting on either side of Celeborn, his forehead pressed to the center of his back. Both Elves were drenched with perspiration, and beneath him, Celeborn heaved for breath, his gasps hissing around the bit between his teeth.
Finally, Legolas pulled himself upright, and carefully withdrew his spent flesh from Celeborn's body. Gently, he stroked his fingers down the sweated back before reaching up to gently unbuckle the bit gag and slide it from between those luscious lips. Coming to the head of the table, Legolas bent down and gently kissed the panting mouth before saying softly, in an amused voice, "My lord, you can let go of the table now."

Celeborn slowly released the table, clenching his fingers to return bloodflow to the stiffened joints. Legolas kissed the fingers also, before moving to take Celeborns arm and raise his trembling body from the table. Celeborn stood up straight, meeting Legolas' gaze with a smile and a deferential nod. "Thank you, Sarnlass."
Legolas returned the smile and the nod. "You are most welcome, my lord."

Celeborn sank back onto the settee, his sweat-sheened body glistening. "Bring me my red robe, there on the dresser, Sarnlass. I think we both need to take a visit to the baths before anything else."

Legolas complied, slipping his own tunic over his head, he fetched the robe and returned to Celeborn, helping him into the robe and kneeling to tie it closed. As he finished, Celeborn played his fingers over Legolas' face, raising his eyes to meet his gaze. "I do hope you enjoy it here, Sarnlass. For I think I shall very much enjoy having you here."

Ta Da!

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Authors Note:

Wowzer, This chapter almost killed me! This is not how it was originally supposed to go! Honest! I was struggling, seriously. and then... well... here's kind of how it went.

-Ertia: "Look, Cel, hon, ya gotta work with me here! Just put Legolas over the table, hit him a couple of times, and then screw him silly!"

- Celeborn: "I am an Elf Lord, a Prince of Doriath, and Lord of Lothlorien. I do NOT screw anything silly."

-Ertia: Ah, come on! You know what I meant. Please? Look, I'll make it easy for you. I'll get Legolas all naked, I'll even rub him down with oil, and then you can..."

- Celeborn: "I don't really want to."

-Ertia : "Why in Middle Earth not? Look at him! He's beautiful! Have you ever seen such gorgeous blond hair? Such slim hips? Such willing compliance? Come on, he wants you!"

- Celeborn: "Then let him have me."

-Ertia: "Excuse me?"

-Celeborn: "If he wants me, then let him have me."

-Ertia: "But that's not how the scene is written."

-Celeborn:"You are the author, are you not? I suggest you rewrite it."

-Ertia: "You ummm...want me to have Legolas dominate you?"

-Celeborn: *with a heavy sigh* "Do I not have enough responsibility without having to be in control of your sex scenes?"

-Ertia: "All right. You may have a point there. Well, if that's what you want...On Your Knees, Elf!"

For those who want the scene that wasn't working, its at my Ripway site here...

http://home.ripway.com/2004-2/75835/Fan-Fiction/lotrslash/fifteenyears11a.html

My Dearest Readers!

Manitou: Thank you for your sweetness. Yes, you just may yet get a chance to be up close and personal with Mirie. ;) (And thanks for the special inspiration in writing "A Familiar Longing")
nikkiling: Glad your enjoying! I know this wasn't the hot elven goodness some were hoping for, but I promise that's coming soon...

Emmess: My my, greedy? Was this a good start? I promise there's even more on the horizon!
Morier: Thank you, darling! Heh heh. I shall have to see about some robust sodomy! :D As for Celeborn, it's so darn boring when he behaves!
DarkDreamer: Hope work went well. Here's a bit of naughtiness to help you recover! :)
Tuxedo Elf: Rumil has an even bigger part coming up but mostly expositionally. But here's some smut to make up for that!
Minuial: I'm leaning toward hardcore envy of Legolas, especially after writing chapter 13. *heh heh*
Soda: lol That's okay! I don't need details of your umm...interview session... with Haldir. And you can just tell him that he can have Legolas when he EARNS the right to him! And actually, that second ***** sounds pretty darn good to me. I may just have to see if he makes good on that threat!
Thalionwen: HAH! I've caught you! You are trapped in my evil web of Hot Elvish Lovin' !!!!!! Funny, though. You don't seem to be trying too hard to escape?
Minierva: Sorry to disappoint. But I want Legolas to have a bit of fun before I torture him. :)
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