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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?

Fifteen Years

Chapter 16: More Questions
Celeborn ushered Legolas into his outer chamber and then stepped before him to lead the way to the bed-chamber, pausing when Legolas hesitated at the doorway. "Come now. Surely you aren't still nervous around me?"
Legolas shook his head and advanced, a shy smile lighting his face. "Nay, my lord. I was just wondering what you had in mind for the night?"
Celeborn's smile was warm as his hands began unfastening his robe and he arched one eyebrow quizzically, "I wish to enjoy your company. That is all. Help me with my robes, please, Sarnlass?"
As Legolas slipped the lords robes from his Lord's shoulders he could smell the musky sweet scent of the forest in his hair and tilted his head forward in a daring move to lightly kiss Celeborn's neck. He quickly moved back to help with his lords tunic, pulling it away from the trim, broad shoulders, and admiring the flex of the muscles along the smooth back. The marks from the day before were all gone, leaving the alabaster skin as unblemished as polished ivory. A curious duality occured to Legolas as he dropped to one knee to unlace the lords trousers. Liege Lord and Lover... was that what Celeborn was to him now? How did he accept so easily this duty of both servant and sexual partner?
Sliding Celeborn's leggings down his muscled thighs, it occured to Legolas that the how and why were not nearly so important as the fact that he had a most beautiful and powerful Elf standing naked and wonderful before him and he should truly stop trying to analyze it and simply luxuriate in it. Celeborn stepped out of his leggings and turned smoothly to stretch out on the bed, arms over his head. Raising one hand in the air he made a small gesture for which there was only one interpretation.
Legolas stripped off his own robe, and leggings, and crawled onto the bed, leaning over Celeborn on all fours. Meeting Celeborn's even gaze, Legolas did not mask his own hunger as he lowered his mouth slowly to one nipple, brushing lightly first with his lips before deepening the suction and drawing it between his teeth.
He heard Celeborn gasp and suckled harder, more for his own gratification than his lord's. He felt gentle hands lay apon his head as Celeborn arched beneath him, and switched sides. Satisfaction flooded through him when Celeborn actually moaned. "More, Sarnlass."
Legolas had no intention of hurrying now and slowly suckled and kissed his lords body, careful not to leave marks in his wake, not wanting to spoil the beautiful expanse of flesh. His hand lightly slipped down to tickle at Celeborn's thighs, his stomach, the crook of his hip, everywhere but where Celeborn was most desperate to be touched. The great lord actually squirmed, trying to shift beneath Legolas' seeking hand. But he did not order or demand satisfaction, instead seeming content to enjoy the teasing attentions.
Drawing lower, Legolas layed a line of light, teasing kisses down Celeborn's stomach, feeling the finely tuned muscles quiver beneath the perfect skin. Slowly, he stroked one hand beneath the Lord's testicles, teasingly brushing the sensitive skin as Celeborn made an unintelligible sound that seemed very unbecoming of such a powerful Elf. The hands that entwined in Legolas' hair became more demanding, pushing him downwards. Legolas resisted for a moment, dipping his tongue into Celeborn's navel, and blowing cool air over the damp trail his mouth had left behind. Celeborn twitched and his strong hands his clenched in Legolas' hair. Deciding he had suffered enough, Legolas raised his head and scooted the final inch. As he cupped the soft globes in his hand, he lowered his mouth, taking as much of Celeborn's straining erection into his mouth as he could.
Celeborn's salty-sweet flavor danced across his tongue, and Legolas gave himself up to the worship... yes, worship, he thought, for that is what is was. He wanted to honor the being before him, offer him all of him that he had to give. The smooth skin slid between his lips, his tongue danced beneath the wide head and down the pulsing vein. Celeborn's hands had stilled, still entangled in his hair as Legolas slowly worked up and down his shaft, tasting, suckling, luxuriating.
Legolas wrapped his hand around the base, covering what his mouth could not. Swallowing hard around the head he heard Celeborn groan in pleasure, and increased his movements, wanting to see his lord in his ecstasy, but suddenly he found himself pulled back, the hands that had been on top of his head cupping his face as they drew him away. Then he was on his back, his legs being pushed apart as Celeborn, in one fluid movement, reversed their positions and dropped his head to suck Legolas fully into his mouth.
There was no masking the squeal of pleasure that escaped Legolas' lips as he threw his head back against the soft pillows, feeling the rich satins that he had so longed to touch that moment when he had first entered this chamber. The smooth cloth slid smoothly beneath his back as Celeborn shifted his weight to reach out, fumbling at the bedside table even as he closed his mouth to run his teeth thrillingly along Legolas' shaft.
Abruptly, he drew away, and Legolas gasped in disappointment, only to yelp a moment later as oiled fingers penetrated him, stretching him and delving deeply as Celeborn hastily prepared him.
"Hush, Sarnlass." Celeborn's voice was soothing as he slipped his fingers free and oiled himself before taking Legolas' legs and placing them over his shoulders, curving Legolas into position as he smoothly breached him and thrust forward to hilt himself in Legolas' tight body.
Briefly, Legolas struggled to relax, wondering if his body would ever become accustomed to the lord's size. Celeborn hovered over him, holding him by the hips, waiting as he murmured, "Hush now. Easy now. Relax, Courtesan."
"I'm ..trying..." Legolas managed to gasp out, and Celeborn laughed, a deep and tender laugh that sent vibrations through Legolas' very core. Slowly, he began to thrust, and Legolas opened to him, finding pleasure in the painful fullness, in the primal rocking movements that called to something deep within his physical body as his fea withdrew and left him open to nothing but the physical. Thought fled and all that remained was the sensation. Fire flooded through him as Celeborn angled his thrusts and Legolas tried to breathe deeply, to control the welling desire, but it was no use.
He knew he had cried out as the rush of passion flooded from him, but he had not heard his own voice. Celeborn laughed again and dropped forward, holding Legolas still as he slaked his own passion with Legolas' drained body. Silent, as was his way, he came hard and still, trembling against Legolas as his orgasm ripped through him.
At last, he released his bruising clasp on Legolas' hips and, very gently, withdrew from Legolas' body as Legolas tried to relax around the sudden soreness he was left with. Easing his legs to the bed, Celeborn planted a light kiss on Legolas' mouth before dropping once more to lie on his back. After a long moment of breath-catching and post-orgasmic haze, Celeborn nudged Legolas gently. "There are towels and water on the dressing table."
Legolas' brow crinkled but he nodded. "Allow me a moment, my lord. I'm not yet certain I can stand."
Celeborn laughed, a slighly more weary laugh. "If I have my way, Courtesan, you may spend much of your time in Lothlorien being uncertain of such things."
As Legolas pushed himself from the bed and moved to the dressing table, he glanced back at Lord Celeborn where he lounged comfortably on the bed, his body moist with sweat and glistening drops of Legolas' spent passion clinging to his stomach, matching the glistening silver of his hair where it draped across the forest coloured blankets. He confessed quietly, "My lord, I hope you will not hold it against me if I tell you that such a threat is a most welcome one."
Celeborn lay back with a sigh as he watched Legolas clean himself before returning to the bed with a damp cloth and a soft towel. He warned as he he knelt on the bed beside Celeborn, "I'm afraid the water has gone cool, My lord."
The Lord of Lothlorien chuckled softly, "I think I'm warm enough it should not matter."
And indeed, it didn't. Legolas gently bathed his Lord, returned the cloths to the dresser and came back to lay upon the bed. "Shall I stay, my lord?"
Celeborn's answer was to grasp him about the waist and pull him down beside him, reaching to pull a velvet coverlet over them both. A soft touch stroked Legolas' hair back from his face and then ghosted lightly across his chest. Celeborn smiled in the darkness, "Sarnlass, I must ride out tomorrow to do an inspection of the south border posts. I would like you to ride with me."
Legolas nodded. "Of course, my.."
Celeborn cut him off with an upheld hand. "Naked."
"Naked?" Legolas asked in disbelief.
"Ay." Celeborn's gaze was hazy with the vision he was imagining. "I want to see you ride through my forest, with this fine bare chest of yours and your strong shoulders, astride a fine bay horse...My blond warrior Courtesan."
Legolas frowned. He had no objections to being seen naked, and he did want to please Celeborn, but..."My lord, that will most likely chafe."
Celeborn's rich voice was sleepy but conceding. "All right then. I hadn't considered that. Trousers then."
Legolas nodded, curving his hand to Celeborns chest. "Then yes, my lord, I will do so."
After another moment of silence, Legolas bolstered his courage. "Lord Celeborn?"
"Yes, Sarnlass?"
"May I ask," Legolas hesitated, "What was done to March Warden Haldir?" When he felt Celeborn tense, he hastened to explain, "When I encountered him this morn, he was rude and insulting. If I were other than who I am, I would have been tempted to call for satisfaction for the insult."
Celeborn shook his head slowly, his grey eyes a stone shadow in the late moonlight that drifted through the window. "You must not hold Haldir to account, Sarnlass. It is enough for you to know that he means no harm."
Legolas nodded and tucked his head back down against Celeborn's shoulder. "I will try, my lord."
"That is all I ask." Celeborn replied, cradling Legolas' head to him, "I trust you to use careful judgement with the March Warden, Sarnlass, but I caution you, he has my unswerving trust and loyalty and I will tolerate no ill-speak against him."
Legolas cringed at the words, but Celeborn held him close and kissed his forehead. "As I said, I trust you to use careful judgement. Sleep now, and worry not."
Legolas lay quietly as Celeborn's eyes glazed in repose. Outside the window, the spring rains had begun again, and their soft patter against the leaves soon eased the misgivings in his heart and he found himself lost in reverie.

Ta Da

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My dearest readers! I'm so glad you're all enjoying our little tale!
Marzbar; 3-Ways, hmmm? Well, this story is a pretty good mix of a little of everything, I think. Just wait until Chapter 18... yikes!
Minerva; lol GOTCHA! Heh, the Star Trek theme works every time! :D Hope this chapter helped some, though.
Naira; Welcome on board! This story just writes itself, I think. I hope y'all are having as much fun reading it as I am writing it!
Tuxedo Elf; Don't laugh, okay, but when I was a kid I was gonna grow up to be the first female Robin Hood. I spent hours practicing with my brothers fiberglass bow. You think swinging targets are hard, try those barbie dolls I used to put in little bark boats and float down the creek. :D

And yes, Haldir's story will come out...as will his ummm.. fmmmngggmmmfff... Uh, Lord Celeborn thinks it's best if I don't give too much away just yet.

Now, go update "Away With You." or I'll cut the next sex scene out. (nah..I wouldn't do that. would I? *evil laugh*)
DarkDreamer; :D Hmmm... Glori and Legs will happen sooner or later, I promise. In the meantime, how about some naked elves instead?

Soda: Oh I'm so glad you're enjoying Haldir's company! I think I can run interference with Celeborn just a little longer. Galadriel is on my side- something about Haldir needing a vacation. If she only knew...

And don't hurt the computer! It's not the computers fault that my Elves just won't misbehave. I try and try and just see how ungrateful they are? :D
MorierBlackleaf; I think Legolas is the best-looking courtesan, too. Glad you enjoyed the chapter. I was struggling to make everything fit together, so I'm happy it worked. And yes, I wouldn't want Galadriel for my mother, or Celeborn for a father, either.
Emmess; STOP! STOP! You'll give yourself a concussion! Here's some elf-sex! Was it hot enough, or do we have to call the paramedics? Or just buy you a new keyboard?
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