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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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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? Oh yes, and Elves...Elves to play with, too!

Fifteen Years

Chapter 13: Of Trees and Leaves
Practically dragged down the hallway under the weight of Celeborns arm, Legolas tried to take in all that had come to pass since that morning. It felt that nothing had been as he expected, and now he was being snuggled close to Lord Celeborn, his hipbone against the lord's thigh, headed to spend the night doing who knew what with two of the most powerful elves alive this side of the sea! He felt a bit overwhelmed as he watched the panelling pass beneath his feet.

Galadriel opened a doorway, and Legolas knew instantly that this must be her personal bedchamber. Rich yellows and golds draped the room and the bed was made of delicate woven willow. Where everything in Celeborn's rooms had been dark, solid, and masculine, here there was delicate feminity. And yet, beneath it all was an underlying strength.
Celeborn guided Legolas through the door and then released him, leaving him standing as he caught his wife in his arms and kissed her deeply and sensuously. Embarrasment flooded Legolas at this display of raw intimacy between the couple. Unsure, he stood where he was, feeling awkward and at a loss.
At last Galadriel stepped back, brushing stray hairs from her face, her lips pinked and swollen from the kiss, and her voice sweetly chiding, "Melleth nin, where are your manners?"
Celeborn grinned and turned to Legolas. "Quite right, my dear. We've left someone out." Before Legolas could speak, the lord had pulled him into his arms and tilted his face to meet his lips. Celeborn paused to look into his eyes before lowering his mouth in an intense, plundering kiss.
Legolas responded as best he could, although there was no doubt in who controled the kiss. He felt the rush of passion tear through him and relaxed into the strong arms that held him. The kiss was dominating and intense to the point of frightening. Legolas surrendered to it, meeting the sweeping tongue that invaded his mouth stroke for stroke, following it when it retreated, suckling it when it thrust. The surrendering elf of the morning was gone and in his place had come a powerful Elf Lord who asked nothing and demanded everything.
Slender hands slipped between their bodies, unhooking hooks and untying laces until the cloth between them fell away. Then Celeborn shifted, taking both Legolas and Galadriel with him into a heap on the bed, as Galadriel laughed, her hands seeking as the two males found their way to either side of her. Legolas hesitated. Although he had touched nearly inch of her earlier, it had been platonic and healing. This was intimate, sensual, and she was still a stranger to him.

He started when she whispered huskily in his ear, "I will not break, Sarnlass. Touch me."

He heard Celeborn's answering chuckle, and obeyed, reaching out to stroke his hands over her soft skin, stroking her tender breasts, as Celeborn buried his face in her hair, suckling at her neck, his hands seeking her body lower down. Moments passed, and Legolas lost himself in enjoying the moment, surrounded by the silver haze of The Lady's passion as she writhed and hummed beneath their hands.
Suddenly, Celeborn pulled back, breaking off from the nipple he was nibbling at. He smiled down sternly as Galadriel whimpered her protest and tried to pull his head back down. He looked at Legolas, a deep seeking gaze, before saying simply, "You had me earlier, Sarnlass. I desire to return the favor.
Legolas swallowed nervously, forgetting momentarily that he had two slender fingers between his lips.

Galadriel giggled and withdrew her hand, reaching to stroke his cheek. "I want you, as well, Sarnlass." She glanced down her husband's body, "Do not fear. His skill matches his size."
His mouth free, Legolas gave a slight smile, hoping that his panic didn't show in his eyes. "Aye, my lord. You need not ask."
Celeborn reached across Galadriel's body to grasp the back of Legolas' head, pulling him into another deep kiss which he ended all to soon, sliding away from Galadriel and Legolas to rummage in the basket on the bedstand. Galadriel hummed warmly into Legolas' ear, pulling him over her and lifting her legs around his shoulders. With one hand she reached for his straining erection, teasing it with light strokes as, with her other hand, she drew his head down for a langorous kiss.

Legolas lost himself in her, the taste of her lips; like flower petals, the sweetness of her touch, so soft and delicate, and when she lifted her hips and rubbed the head of his erection against her slick opening, he pushed closer, aware only of her. As such, it was startling when he suddenly felt Celeborn's hand parting his legs, firmly stroking up between his buttocks.
He must have made a sound, although he was unaware of it, as Galadriel drew back from the kiss and held his cheek to hers, murmuring to him, "Shhh... relax, sweet one."
Legolas had no choice. His legs were nearly jelly when he felt oiled fingers gently prod him, carefully opening him to their touch. He sighed, eased back, wanting more. Galadriel's hand tightened around him, stroked him firmly for a moment before returning to light, teasing touches. He thrust down, aware that the fingers inside of him followed his movements, and Galadriel grasped the base of his erection, holding him still, her voice whispering to him. "Not yet, my sweet one. Patience. Patience."
He turned his face into her soft hair, finding her ear and lapping at it with his tongue before sighing in admission of his desires, "I tire of patience, my lady. I want to feel myself inside you."
She hummed again, soft and low, stroking him across her opening once more, but it was Celeborn who answered him, his voice tense with restraint. "Soon, Sarnlass. Wait for me."
He nodded, breathing deep to hold himself still as the fingers delved deeper, gently stretching him. It was so good. He wondered who was groaning, and suddenly realized it was him, answered by the Lady's murmurs of assurance from beneath him. Then the fingers were gone, leaving him empty and Legolas groaned even louder, in disappointment, this time. "Please, my lord..."
He felt Celeborn's hands grasp his hips, as Galadriel scooted a pillow under her own hips, angling her opening to align with their positions. Then Celeborn pushed ever-so-slowly forward, each second ticking away, counted by the throbbing pulse of Legolas' blood as he was slowly filled.
Shards of pain brushed his consciousness as Celeborn opened him and he moaned into Galadriel's hair. She pulled him back into a kiss, her voice in his mind, reassuring him. Too big. he found himself answering her somehow. too full...cannot...
You can. Galadriel answered, releasing her hand on his erection and throwing her hips forward, immersing him in her moist, inviting depths, sighing her own pleasure as she in turn was filled. Aloud her voice echoed about them, "Oh, ai....you can."
Legolas plunged into her; his tongue, his painful arousal, his hands, all immersed in the beauty of the White Lady. Behind him, Celeborn followed his plunge and then held him, fingers wrapped around slender hipbones, as he began his own slow drive, easing in and out, feeling the two bodies beneath him radiate and glow with need and pleasure combined.
Legolas forgot to breathe. Forgot to think. Everything was lost, immersed entirely in the two powerful elves who held him, encouraged him, cried their own passions as they in turn filled and were filled by him. Painful fullness faded into ecstacy as he surrendered entirely to them. Galadriel came first, releasing Legolas' mouth to toss her head back and cry out, quaked by pulsing waves that broke through the depths of Legolas' passion, even as he gave in to it. A single cry escaped his lips as he shuddered his own release, his inner muscles clenching around Celeborn, who held him still for a long moment until his tremors receded. Then Celeborn began thrusting in long full strokes that pinned Legolas to Galadriel's body, panting and compliant beneath him.
Celeborn came silently, only the ceasing of his labored breathing giving any hint of what was to come before his violent shudders shook the bodies of his lovers beneath him. He held still for a long moment, his breathing returning to normal, before very gently easing his still swollen flesh from Legolas' body. Taking Legolas by the hips he lifted him from Galadriel and the three lay, side by side, recovering.
Celeborn rolled to his side and stroked Legolas' hair. "I know that was a bit uncomfortable, Sarnlass. It will get better."
Legolas grinned through his weariness. "Better? Any better, my lord, and I may not survive."

Celeborn laughed and lay back down. "You may stay with us this night, if you would like, or return to your own rooms. "
Legolas sighed. "I... do not want to disappoint you, my lord."
"Nonsense." Galadriel snapped suddenly. "You are exhausted, and have been through much this day. You are allowed to rest occassionally, Sarnlass. And do not allow my husband to convince you otherwise."
Celeborn laughed again, although a slightly sleepier laugh than before. "That is why I offered him the choice, melleth. If he desires private respite, he will have it."
Legolas looked down at the silver lord, laying stretched naked and glistening before him. On impulse, he leaned down and kissed him deeply, encouraged by the lords soft response. Drawing back, he promised softly, "I will see you in the morning my lord."
"Nay," Celeborn rejected with a sigh. "I desire a conference with Lord Glorfindel before he returns to Imladris. We shall be in discussion all day. If you would like, I will ask Warden Rumil to escort you about and show you the grounds, and I will see you at evening meal?"
Legolas nodded. "I would enjoy that, my lord." He kissed him once more, and reached across to squeeze Galadriel's hand. "My thanks, Lady."
She smiled lazily, rolling into her husband's embrace, murmuring, "My pleasure, Courtesan."
Wrapping his robe loosely about his love-stained body, Legolas gave them both a short bow, before slipping from the room and returning to his own. He took the cloth and basin from the dresser and cleaned himself up, applying a light healing salve to the tender flesh of his backside before stretching on his own bed and listening to the night sounds of Lothlorien.
Unfortunately, that was not the best option, as those sounds included the passionate grunts, moans and thudding bedposts echoing from Illiene's room next door. After long moments of trying to block out the sounds, the loudest of which seemed to be the tenor voice of the Seneschal of Imladris praying to Varda. After the third time "Ai, Varda! YES, YES, YES, YES!" came through the walls, Legolas at last rose, dressed in his linen tunic and trousers, and collected the blank book Mirie had given him. Silently, he slipped from his room and down into a small garden. The rain had ceased and the stars glimmered above the leaves of the trees.
Settling himself on a bench, Legolas dipped his quill and began to write.

Ah, Dearest Mirie.
I wish you were here to whisper my words and thoughts to. Much that I feared seems unfounded now, yet all new fears rise in their place. Is this what it is to be Courtesan? Always a new fear to face?

It is as you said. I do love Lord Celeborn. And the Lady Galadriel as well, if that can be called love. It is more awe and respect than anything. Yet, I find myself desiring to make her happy, to please her in all ways possible.

Alas, poor Feanal!
How glad I am that I was not the choice of the March Warden! Whatever has happened to make him so despising of Courtesans? Nay, male courtesans, for his interactions with Illiene seemed fair enough. March Warden Haldir seems quite nasty. I cannot bear the though of him touching me. My ire rises just thinking about it!

He is beastly.

Legolas amused himself by following the final statement with filling the next page with a sketch. Soon, a caricature of the Marchwarden, swinging from the trees, with the narrow pinched face of a forest creature, eyes wide and round like a raccoon, with the words, "Halt, who goes there?" written underneath, lay before his eyes. Amused with his own cleverness, Legolas sighed, blowing on the ink to dry the pages before closing the book. Suddenly, he felt better, his anger channelled into creativity that only he would ever see. Smiling, he rose and returned to his room, relieved to find that either Illiene's appointment with the Seneschal of Imladris had ended, or they had finally fallen asleep.
Smiling to himself, Legolas wrapped himself in a blanket and lay, looking out the window as revery slowly crept over him.

Ta Da!
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Darkdreamer: Thanks! I'm aware that this fic is too original character heavy, but I didn't feel comfortable taking any canon Elves and making them long-term Courtesans. I'm going to get away with it with Legolas, I think, since he took a short contract. But could you see, say Arwen, instead of Mirie? Erestor instead of Feanal? So since I'm creating original characters for those "out there" roles, I'm trying to give them as much of a life as I can. (Except poor Feanal...he's really not got much of a life at the moment...)
Thalionwen: Was that hot enough for you? I'm sorry. I had all this exposition and interesting conflict and stuff all outlined, but my Elves keep jumping in bed with each other! What's an author to do?
Jasmine: Have you been reading my notes???? *hides notes under pile of ...hmmm..who's lovely blue robes could those be?* Ermmm...anyway, as I was saying, stop peaking at my notes! You'll just have to wait and see what's in store for our handsome young Courtesan and our grumpy-umpy old March Warden. Just remember, Legolas is only contracted to be a Courtesan for fifteen years. That's not so long in the life of an Elf. Mirie did say it wouldn't be easy and it won't be. But quite rewarding in the end, I think. Yes...most rewarding.
Soda: I can see you have genuine sympathy for Feanal. Perhaps you'd care to take his place? ;) As for spank-Legolas action...patience, my dear, patience! And..I'm ready for Haldir anytime he cares to knock on my door!
Tuxedo Elf: Glad your still reading! R�mil is going to become more pivotal in the plot soon, I think. But really, it's Legolas and Haldir we've got to keep our han...er...eyes on. (hah, stole your �, thanks!)
MarzBar: Thanks for reading! Yes, it's either the slashers who want m/m or the hetties who want het. It's a bit hard (no pun intended) making everybody happy. This story, I think, has a nice combination of both. :) As for contracting for Haldir, I think you should talk to Galadriel. From Mirie told us in the beginning, she's pretty agreeable to such things!
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