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A Prince's Desire	By : nimeme Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 1625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Here you go,
sorry for the delay, had a little trouble writing this. I think I got the emotions right. I�m going to probably update again tomorrow
or the next day with an Elladan scene.
But I wanted to put this up so I can satisfy your appetites. I know how much it sucks to wait for stories
to be updated!
Oh yeah, the name of my last chapter, �A licking, a lick� might
have been confusing to some of you. �A
licking� is another word for punching somebody (which is what Elladan did in
that chapter) and �A lick� which is what Elrohir did to Ella(to (to find
Legolas� taste still on him). Hope that
helps.
I thought the last chapter was my favorite, but I think this
one definitely rivals it.
Also, thank u so much for the reviews; they make me realize
stuff about the characters I didn�t even know I was putting across. Keep �em coming!

Legolas knocked
softly on the door, �Lord Haldir, it is I, Legolas.�
The door
opeimmeimmediately but slowly, Haldir stood there in a robe that looked like it
was suited for bed rather than for sparring.
A grin seemed to be plastered on his face because a plan was already
fixed in his mind.
Legolas
immediately became embarrassed, thinking that he must�ve come at the wrong
time, �We were to meet at 3 AM, am I correct?�
Haldir took
at step forward and let a hand fall on the prince�s shoulder, it then lowered
until it found itself clasping the hand of the prince, �You are not only
correct, but you are right on time.�
Legolas
smiled, Perhaps this will be easier than
I thought it would be. Haldir pulled
him in the room slowly and shut the door without a sound, he was an elf and it
showed. The marchwarden began examining
the stained quiver and sheathed blades secured on the prince�s back. The prince was just happy he wasn�t thrown
over a chair yet.
�I guess
you brought the twin blades, am I correct?� Haldir mocked, imitating the
prince�s silly question before.
�Yes,�
Legolas answered simply. They unsheathed
with ease and sparkled in the moonlight.
A small fire lit the room therefore the amount of light was
limited. A cold wind began to blow
vehemently from the window and seemed to spit small tiny droplets of icy rain
on the duo.
Haldir
managed to take the blades away with amazing agility. Legolas hadn�t known thad lad left his own
hands until he saw them in Haldir�s, nonetheless, he was surprised. His face shined as the tiny droplets began to
cover it and the moon shone brightly on it.
Haldir
smiled and laughed in self-amusement, �I think you lose, Prince Legolas. You have no weapons left. As you can imagine, we will not be doing any
sort of archery practice in here, this room wouldn�t look nice with an array of
holes in it, now would it?�
Legolas was
angry at hif fof for being defenseless even though he was not here to fight,
not that it helped much as the marchwarden probably surpassed his own abilities
in martial activities, �No, it would look horrible.�
Haldir
threw the knives and they stuck in the wall and he proceeded to take off his
robe, leaving only a thin, translucent robe beneath bound with a green cotton
belt, �So, now that we are done sparring, its time for other activities.�
After a
slight gulp, the prince slowly removed his tunic and let it fall to the
floor. His heart raced with excitement,
he was finally doing it, he was finally getting ready to seduce the famed
marchwarden. He could almost hear the
approving voice of his father in his mind.
His mind started to become blank and the only things that existed were
his body and the body in front of him.
The older blond let his eyes feast on
the bare chest before him. It wasn�t
long before his fingers let themselves explore as well.es'> Legolas feigned a moan and slowly did the
same. He carried out the same seductive
movements, the same proper touches, the same everything: nothing was original
in this type of affair.
It wasn�t
long before Legolas heard false confessions of love, sweet whispers,
exasperated moans, and other feigned sounds escape his very own lips. It was always the same: his mind unattached
to his body�s functions. Haldir seemed
to be enjoying himself, the other really couldn�t care whilst he was numb like
this.
Suddenly, a
tongue began to ravage his mouth.
Legolas woke up with much surprise as if a poison was hastily poured in
his mouth, No, don�t kiss me! Elladan� he tried to shut out that memory
which was created only a short time ago.
Legolas couldn�t kiss back for some reason; his mind realized it had
control again. He waske, ke, he knew
that he was about to make love to someone he knew he didn�t love. Suddenly, he became afraid of Haldir and
feared his advances. The blond
marchwarden�s touches terrified him: they reminded him of the poison the orcs
used in the dirt- the sting. Every bone
in his body wanted to reject the offender but he found it impossible to gather
such strength. For the first time, he
felt abused.
A hand began to linger in his more
sensitive areas and a scream was threatening to be released from the back of
his throat. The muscles in his body
began to tense and stiffen, Haldir felt that immediately.
He pd
ad
away from the young elf and looked into his eyes, �Are you alright?�
Legolas
eagerly nodded and in a panic wrapped him arms tightly around the tall elf and
thrust his hips, a half-hearted attempt at his interest, �I don�t know how I
can show you how much I wahis,his, it makes me nervous, Haldir. I have such strong feelings for you which I
have never felt for anyone else. I need
you, tonight.� I�m lying! I�m lying! I hate you
like the rest of them! I need you like I
need to live� and right now I don�t feel the need to live at all. A horrible notion of guilt arose in his
throat at the thought of Elladan apologizing after their kiss, He cared about how I felt� so afraid to
offend me and here I am. But, I must do this.
With a vy tvy thud, the prince found himself pinned to the floor. He cringed in pain as his head hit the rough
stone particularly hard. Haldir was
beginning to act rougher in his actions and it scared the prince even
more. Again, he invaded his mouth; he
kissed like Elrohir, as if he was going to asphyxiate him. The stars began to dance in his eye lids but
before it was nearing late, he moved his mouth to other places.
The drizzle
became harsher and stung when it mixed with the sweat accumulating on his
brow. The bitter liquid ran down his
face and over his lips- the taste as bitter as vinegar. The offending body on top of him began to
ravage his flesh with his mouth and leave deep red impressions that scattered
his once perfect skin. Every bite became
blurred with every lick became blurred with every thrust became blurred with
every scrape of his skin against the floor became blurred with every
heart-wrenching kiss. And every single
offense succeeded in emptying him more and more, as if life was draining from
his very being. Against the blur he
could faintly remember Elladan, he tried to reach out and grasp that fleeting
memory but it, like everything else he had held dear in the past, became
engulfed in the blur.
***
Elladan
finally left the garden when he thought he saw the sun coming up over the
hills. Sleep was beckoning him and his
mind was starting to listen. In an hour
or two it would be time to wake again.
He felt horrible. His skin was clammy
and the rain of the night had soaked him through and through. It seemed to come out of nowhere, the sky had
been clear enough to watch the stars twinkle the night before. But sometimes, clouds can invade even the
clearest night.
His breaths were audible and labored; he
coughed with disgust at the sickly action.
Water dampened his robe and hair, but Elladan suspected the liquid in
his hair was sweat, he reeked of it. After
another troubling cough he shivered, it was doing him no good to be damp on
this increasingly frigid dawn. His
waifish form leaned lazily on the threshold and he sighed heavily as he watched
his twin�s feet turn towards him.
�Let me
guess,� the younger said dryly with a half-hearted laugh. �You couldn�t sleep.� Elrohir opened the door wider to reveal his
room, completely torn apart. Elladan
looked in with fright and questions forming on his face. �A million thoughts running through your
mind, all taking up so much of your precious time�� Elladan walked closer to the threshold, but
kept a safe distance from his brother. �I
could feel you out here, afraid to knock.
I can hear you think. I can see
your scent. I can smell your sight. You don�t even have to knock anymore, brother.�
�I�ll
remember that,� Elrohir mused and then yawned with much drowsiness.
�So, why
are you here? Are your thoughts finally
becoming a burden?�
�I need to
sleep.�
Elrohir
raised an eyebrow, �What if I don�t forgive you?�
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