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Title: In the Name of Faith (18/18)

Author: Acids (NEW EMAIL: Acids_01@yahoo.com)

Disclaimer: All the well known elves belong to mighty lord Tolkien. I was just borrowing them.

Warnings: non-con sex, rape, graphic violence/torture, incest (anything I could think of)

Author's note: very very dark fic. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS! If you do not like it, do leave.
My first shot at a love making chapter. Difficult, difficult ... O and please don't forget to read the note at the end of this chapter. Thanks.

Thanks so much to X, who came at the last moment for beta reading.
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Chapter Eighteen
The quietness of the night air filled the tent as Glorfindel stared with wide eyes at lithe creature in his hands, for a moment he failed to emit any word.

"Nay Legolas," He gasped, finally finding his momentarily lost voice. "I can not possibly do it .."

Longing warred on Legolas' face as he looked up to the other's. "Why not?"

"Because I just can't," He answered him. "I'm sorry."

Legolas stayed very silent for one long agonizing moment, until in one rapid jerk, he withdrew himself from Glorfindel and began to crawl backwards to his own bedroll. Worried, Glorfindel sat up and caught both Legolas' shoulders gently with his palms, pulling him to a halt.

As both of them sat facing each other, he desperately searched for Legolas' eyes, but the young Elf canted his head, his loosened long hair curtained at each side of his head as he refused to meet Glorfindel's gaze.

"Legolas ..? "

Legolas raised his palm, replying in hissing sound. "Speak no more. I have heard enough."

"Heard what?" Glorfindel sighed, could not understand the other's anger. "Legolas, please look at me."

Legolas lifted his face to gaze straight at him, and it was then Glorfindel read the hurt and resentment emanated from his very being. Disappointment was tight on the fair face, inscrutable fury shook the lean body, and his voice was a mixsadnsadness, shame and anger as he spoke. "You have no desire for me, for I am filthy and folly in your eyes ..."

Thoroughly shocked, Glorfindel could only shook his head, "By Elbereth, Legolas, do not say such things .."

"But it is true, is it not?" The Sinda whispered bitterly in accusation. "Hence you deny me .."

"Nay Legolas, "Glorfindel squeezed the taut shoulders. "It is not that and you know it .."

"You lie!" Legolas rasped.

"Legolas .."

A single tear of frustration then dripped from Legolas' eyes and he looked so defeated, it almost crushed Glorfindel's heart. "Am I that disgusting to you ..?"

"STOP IT! You are not making any sense!" Glorfindel yelled, harsher than he had intended it to be, and he regretted it at once as Legolas jerked back in complete fear. He immediately wrapped both hands around the quivering body and pulled Legolas to himself in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry .."

Legolas stiffened in his hold, but committed no further movement, nor words. Glorfindel stroked the golden stream of hair as the young Elf sat passively and hid his face in his chest, seemingly was too much in rage to even break down to a sob.

It didn't matter if they awoke the entire camp by their quarrel, Glorfindel would not have even the slightest care. But what he could not stand the most was the look of betrayal and fear on the blue eyes of his beloved. And to think that he had been the cause of it ..

"Forgive me, I was wrong to yell at you. I'm so sorry," the seneschal repeated his apology and kissed the top of the golden head. "Just please, melme, do not say those things. It hurts me as much as it does you. They may have used you, they may have taken you, but it matters not to me, because to me, you are still the purest and the most innocent of all beings I have ever known. I accept you for what you are, you are not filthy and you are no folly, so do not ever degrade yourself like such, Legolas, please .."

It perhaps took forever before Legolas responded in a shaking murmur. "Then why are you refusing me?"

"I am not refusing you, melamin," Glorfindel smiled, pushing him slightly away so their eyes could meet and tugging a strand of hair behind the elegant pointed ear before he continued his reasoning. "It is only that I do not wish to hurt you. I love you, so much, I would rather die than to see any harm comes to you .."

"But this is no harm, Glorfindel," Legolas replied, showing a sense of stubbornness that was his true nature. "I want this .."

"I know you want this, but your condition �"

"My condition is fine, I have told you that," The knitting of golden brows went along with the objection. "Else I would not ask it of you, would I? Or have you chose not to trust me?"

It was quite surprising to Glorfindel how Legolas was so persistent in this. He ran one hand over his own hair, looking entirely lost of what to say. "Legolas, I .."

Legolas put two fingers on his lips to silence him and moved forward, closing the distance as he breathed to his lover's ear. "You possess too much fear, a'maelamin. I know you have been holding yourself for me, words can not express how grateful I am for that. But do not think I do not know of what you really think of me. I can see deep inside you, Glorfindel, to your very heart and soul, and I know that you, as well as myself, want this."

He kissed the tip of Glorfindel's pointed ear and mused to himself as the simple contact elicited a shudder to course through Glorfindel's body. "I want you. Not you as my guardian, but the real you, as the only being I have ever fallen in love with. I wish to feel you, so badly, I can almost taste you in my mouth. Grant me this only wish, please .. do not deny me .."

Glorfindel's trembling increased tremendously when Legolas resumed his appealing kisses, this time aiming to the sensitive part at the back of his ear. He no longer could think clearly as he felt his shirt was being unbuttoned and Legolas' questing hand snaked along his chest, his fingertips brushing at the twin hard nubs that were his nipples. And with that, Glorfindel felt the last of his defenses crumbled and shattered away.

Only Gods knew how hard it had been to hold back all desire and passion each time he had Legolas at his side. His love and the fear of hurting him were the only things that prevented him from simply coming to him and ravishing him where he stood. Glorfindel had decided he would wait, for eternity if necessary, until Legolas was fully healed, mentally and physically, and truly ready for something like this. And to that, Glorfindel had been consistent. At least until this very night.
What he had before him was a seduction, pure and simple, and Legolas was the aphrodisiac, his passion catching and intoxicating. It was impossible to resist such temptation, and even as he struggled to regain all of the calmness of his usual normal self, in the back of his mind he knew that there was no way he could fight this. Already hardness pooled in between his legs at the feel of Legolas' hot breath assaulting his ear, his scent lingered like the sweetest of fragrance, intimidating him in the most alluring way he could not explain.

Collecting all the forcible strength he could gather, Glorfindel lifted a hand and pushed Legolas slightly away from him, causing the young Elf to draw back in alarm.

"If there is someone between us needed to be pleasured, that someone is you," Glorfindel murmured, "You wished for me to grant you this luxury, then let it be known. Lay back, Legolas and let me pleasure you."

In slow motion, the young Sindarin Elf did as he was told. He lied with his back onto the bedroll and tried to be as relax as possible as Glorfindel hovered above him, desire blazing strongly in the green of the seneschal's eyes.

Glorfindel started by gluing his mouth to Legolas' own. He flicked his tongue alongside Legolas' voluptuous lips to then capture them in a possessive kiss, seeking entry to the cave lying behind. He could hear a deep contented moan coming from the younger blond, as Legolas tilted his head and parted his lips submissively, allowing him access to a better exploration. He plunged his tongue inside, stroking each contour of the honeyed mouth and swallowing greedily the erotic flavor of his beloved, as if it was the first and only taste he could savor in the whole Middle Earth.

They kissed affectionately until both were panting for breath, forcing them to break apart. Then Glorfindel's fingers strayed to the front of Legolas' night shirt. "May I?"

At a nod of permission from Legolas, Glorfindel began to unbutton the clothe, peeling it off of the youngster's body and tossing it aside. He then resumed his position above Legolas, taking a moment to adore the being lying underneath him.

Legolas was one very captivating and salacious display; lust had turned the usual ocean blue eyes to almost pitch black, his blond locks spilled around his head in wild disarray, framing such a beautiful face flushed crimson by desire. He was heavenly gorgeous, an enticing vision that could crumble a mountain to pieces and completely stole Glorfindel's breath away.

"By the Valar, you are beautiful," Glorfindel mumbled under his breath, and bent down to suck Legolas' ear.

Legolas let out mewling sound of absolute pleasure as Glorfindel trailed butterfly kisses along his jaws, ears and neck. He closed his eyes and turned his head aside, as the expert tongue spiraled down to his chest, bathing both of his nipples, devouring every inch of his bare skin with beguiling licks that made his head spin in maddening pleasure.

"Ai melme � please �"

The wretched plea coaxed Glorfindel to pity. His hands then descended onto the waistband of Legolas' leggings, fumbling with the ties. He said naught, but his eyes were fixed to watch the expression on Legolas' face, alert of any signal of discomfort. As Legolas gave him none, he slid down the material from the Elf' legs and marveled at the sight that greeted his eyes.

It seemed Legolas had grown very aroused since moments ago. His hess ess and slender member stood proudly in between his long, parted legs as if begging to be touched. Carefully Glorfindel brushed it with the tip of his finger, taking in a mild surprise as a shudder raked through the young Elf's body by that so simple act.

Legolas was no virgin, but he was truly an innocent to pleasure. In his long life as his brother's consort, it had been taken from him, but never been given, thus Glorfindel understood why he was so sensitive.

It appeared to be an easy task to make Legolas' scream his name, but Glorfindel had vowed to pleasure him until the very end, to make him enjoy this, and most importantly, to dispose all of the terrifying remembrance of his former abuse. And being a warrior and a passionate lover as he was, Glorfindel would not back down from such a challenge that easily.

Legolas arched his head back onto the mattress as Glorfindel licked along his inner thigh, from below his knee and up until it was only an inch from his hard flesh. He avoided it on purpose, and moved to the other thigh, progressing at the same teasing caress with the same expertise.

The warmness of tongue continued as his lover stroke the tip of his Elfhood and the underside, to then fondle the two balls underneath, but never actually bothered with his very hard member. He kept going with his ministration, mercilessly manipulating him with such of gentle mastery until Legolas could no longer define the difference between torture and pleasure.

Biting his lip, Legolas strove to keep all his moans at the lowest level possible. He knew of all the sentries standing guard around their camp, and it would mean embarrassment if they knew what was happening in their tent, only because he himself failed to hold back his cries. However, all of his resolve broke abruptly and he could no longer stifle a cry as with no whatsoever warning, the blond Noldo took him fully into his mouth and began to stroke him.

Glinting sweats began to shine on Legolas' forehead, and he grabbed at the edge of the bedroll ever so tightly until he could hear the cracking sound of his own knuckles. Glorfindel went very slowly at first, then gradually increase his pace, exhibiting bewitching and crude strokes that made Legolas' head thrashed wildly from side to side.

Legolas' world narrowed, genuine ecstasy sipped onto every corner of his body as Glorfindel bestowed him with the sweetest of all torment, deliberately carrying him into the very brink of his orgasm. The grip of pleasure was too massive, to the point that it almost converted into pain. His breathing turned ragged and uneven, and Legolas felt as if he was about to explode.
"Glorfindel .. I ...I .. can't .."

He was never able to finish his sentence, as all of a sudden he burst out right inside Glorfindel's mouth; his seed erupted in a form of silvery substance that Glorfindel swallowed to its very last drop. Temporary blackness flashed in Legolas' vision, his body shook so hard Glorfindel had to put both palms onto his chest to cease the trembling.

As the paralyzing sensation eventually ended, he peeled his eyes open only to be met by the continuous stare from the older Elf. Smiling, Glorfindel licked the remainder of Legolas' sugary seed on his lips and whispered teasingly. "Just as I have thought. You taste so very sweet, love."

Legolas sent him one shy smile, too weary still to even form a coherent word in his cloudy mind. He surrounded Glorfindel's strong neck with both his arms as the older blond climbed up and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.

They kept kissing until it didn't take long for the seneschal to identify the first sign of uneasiness in Legolas, growing distress harassing the lovely face looking up at him.

With tender care, he caressed the youngster's cheek. "We do not have to do this, Legolas .."

Even if he was afraid, Legolas surely had too much pride to show even the slightest of it. Willfulness flared across his features as he shook his head. "Nay. I want this. To this I have asked and I will not take back what I have said."

"You wish still to feel me, pen-neth?" Glorfindel questioned him carefully, seeking for any indication of fear.

A determined nod from Legolas punctuated his answer. "Aye I do."

Legolas sighed as once again Glorfindel dragged his lips through his body, down to his now flaccid member. But this time, the seneschal didn't stop there. Glorfindel looked down and focused all his concentration on the velvet spot that was the entrance to Legolas' body. He started to lick the puckered opening and dipped his tongue into it as far as he possibly could, satisfied as Legolas quavered and released all kinds of audible moans.

With his other hand, Glorfindel searched the ground until it came to contact with his pack laying next to the bedroll. As he found it, his deft fingers then rummaged inside and took out a small vial containing oil. He tilted the bottle until the content spilled onto his palm and put it back onto the ground. He then withdrew his tongue and brushed a finger at the gate of Legolas' passage, witnessing how Legolas instantly tensed at the act.

"Calm down, lirimaer," He murmured soothingly. "T'will be alright."

He nuzzled at the nape of Legolas' neck, kissing his ear and neck as his other hand drew imaginary circles and lines on one of Legolas' thighs, until the young Elf relaxed in his hands. As he sensed the cease of tension on his body, Glorfindel then inserted one finger, all the while watching the quick change of emotion on the fair face beneath him.

Legolas let out a loud gasp as he felt a blunt finger entered his insides, probing it very cautiously. It hurt, but the pain promptly changed into pure pleasure as the limb touched a hidden spot that he never knew existed within his body. He hardly felt it when his lover slid in his second finger, stretching him and scissoring gently at his passage, not once did he miss to maintain contact with the pleasure spot. He closed his eyes as the sensation pampered him, whispering Glorfindel's name over and over again.

Glorfindel listened to the vocal moans that flowed out from the blond's mouth, and convinced that Legolas was now ready. Slowly he pulled out both fingers from Legolas, smiling inwardly at the soft sound of protest that went along with ie the then stood up and began to strip himself from the shirt and leggings, freeing his own shaft that had gone as hard as stone and coated it with the remaining oil from the vial.

When the fingers disappeared, Legolas snatched his eyes open and was about to voice a protest, but instead was utterly stunned at what he was seeing. He was unsure of when Glorfindel undid his clothes; the ancient Elf was as naked as he was now, the most magnificent sight wrapped in all of his golden glory.

Legolas watched as as Glorfindel lubricated himself, couldn't stop his eyes from following every delicate curve on the seneschal's tall body; broad shoulders fanned onto a lean waist, flawless and porcelain skin enfolded the strong muscles underneath it. He was truly a picture of perfection, and Legolas felt he could stare at him, adore him, forever, if not some other matter caught his immediate attention.

His eyes lowered on their volition to the proud pillar standing in between the blond warrior legs, and at that moment, the young Elf could feel his stomach began to contract with fear. Glorfindel was larger than he had expected. His member was long and beautiful, but it was also wider in size. Whether or not his body would be able to cope with it, Legolas could not tell. But one thing he knew for sure, it would cause him pain.
Added to the distress, there was also something about Glorfindel that made Legolas' stomach churn painfully. The look on the usually kind face was very much feral now, fierce fire of desire and hunger darkened the edges oe gre green irises, and his whole expression were both enticing and frightening; making Legolas wonder vaguely whether he had been too bold or plain foolish to let it come to this.

It took all of his bravery and pride he could collect to not just follow his instinct and make a dash outside the tent. This was Glorfindel; not Alderios, nor Felenduir, nor any of the ruthless Sindarin soldiers who enjoyed torturing him so much. Glorfindel had vowed not to harm him, he had promised to bring only pleasure, and Legolas believed him beyond anything else. It was the love they had that assured him.

But still, the fear gained victory when Glorfindel loomed above him and nestled in between his legs, parting them even wider. All the torturous nightmares blew up in his mind, and when the tip of Glorfindel's hardness started to pierce his opening, he jerked away, clenching his eyes tightly shut and screaming silently in pure hopelessness. "Please go away .. please .. please .."

"Legolas, open your eyes. Legolas."

The tone in the low voice held a note of kindness and seduction that would melt even the coldest of hearts. To this, Legolas opened his eyes, looking straight to Glorfindel and feeling like he was on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry .." He whispered brokenly, berating himself for such display of distrust. "Sorry .."

"Keep your eyes to mine, Legolas," Glorfindel advised. "And hold me, just so you know it is me."

Trembling, Legolas did as he was ordered. He fixed his eyes to his lover's own and rested both hands on the broad shoulders, surrendering himself to whatever thing Glorfindel planned to do to him.

Ever so carefully as if he was handling something that was made of glass, Glorfindel tried one more time. He hovered about the tight ring and flexed his hips forward, biting in his own frustration as again Legolas instinctively drew back in resignation.

"I'm sorry ..," Legolas hitched. "I'm sorry .."

Glorfindel looked down as the younger Elf sobbed beneath him, looking so despair it tore his heart. Desire was still gracing the sapphire eyes, but so was fear. Legolas wanted this but he also feared this, and Glorfindel realized he had to find some other way, lest they both wished for this night to be a great failure.

Propping himself on both hands, Glorfindel kissed every corner of the dread stricken face and whispered to his ear in the most seductive ways he could image. "You are mine, Legolas. Mine to protect and mine to pleasure. Is that true?"

Legolas swallowed the last of his sob and replied. "Aye, 'tis true .."

"Then why do you fear me?" The seneschal asked again, neither in accusation or anger.

Tears hung in Legolas' thick, golden lashes as he gave his answer "I .. do not fear you .."

"Truly?"

It was as if Glorfindel was mocking him, as if he was questioning every shred of self-respect Legolas ever had. Anen aen as his mind and body did scream in fright, Legolas could not take such of taunt. He was a Prince and a warrior, he hadn't been trained to be feared to anything and he certainly was not afraid of this.

Defiance flickered in the depth of his blue eyes as he gave his final statement. "I. Do. Not. Fear. You."

Glorfindel smiled and kissed the immaculate forehead. "Then so be it."

With those words, Glorfindel breached his entrance, mentally strengthening himself as the act tore a choking whimper from Legolas' mouth. This indeed was not the best way, but it was either this or the whole thing would be completely impossible. He continued murmuring comforting nonsense to Legolas' ear, all the while pushed himself deeper, passing the tight barrier refusing to ease.

"Grief has been your dreams of late. You have been lingered in your own misery for far too long, you could not have known that there is much pleasures can be found in this. Have faith in me, please ..."

He inched farther, and Legolas writhed in full agony, clutching to his shoulders in bruising grips, "Glorfindel .. "

"Rip the fear from your heart, a'maelamin, for you know I will never hurt you. *This* will never hurt you."

Legolas cried out and tossed his head back as the words ended, Glorfindel made one ultimate push in one swift motion, seething himself into the hilt. It hurt terribly, just as he had predicted, and felt impossibly hot and large inside him. Tears pricked at Legolas' eyes and he tightened his hold as he sobbed openly against Glorfindel's neck, wishing by doing so the pain would fade. "Hhhh, Glorfindel .."

"Ssssh, lirimaer, it is alright."

Glorfindel stayed still for a few moments, not only to give Legolas some times to adjust to the intrusion, but merely because he needed it to gather back all his scattered senses. Legolas was so tight, and incredibly warm, he feared the heat around his length could undo him in any time.

He continued to caress him, soothing him with light touches, and then he began to move, very, very slowly as if the whole task took the entirety of his concentration. He was rocking instead of thrusting, angling himself so that he hit the pleasure spot with every tender shove he bestowed upon the young Elf. He kept going with the leisurely pace, until Legolas's cries of pain switched to those of delight, and he knew that the young Elf at last had found his pleasure.

Legolas felt as if his world was being turned upside down. Before, when Glorfindel started to move inside him, it hurt so much, he had thought that it would never end. But as Glorfindel continuously hit that sensitive nerve inside his body, the burning pain actually subsided and changed into unjustifiable pleasures he failed to name. They were uncontrollable, unstoppable, and ever so fierce, Legolas could swear he saw millions of stars burst out in his vision.

He no longer cared for the sentries outside as his cries floated ceaselessly through the air. He no longer aware of his surroundings as wave upon wave of delightful pleasure surged through his entire body like an avalanche, reducing him to nothing but one mindless, writhing creature beneath the older Elf.

Glorfindel noticed this, for he gradually picked up his speed. His movements became much faster and erratic; he was thrusting now, ramming and pumped furiously as if he wished to cleave Legolas' body in two. They moved in frenzied rhythm, sweats released by the crush of their bodies and their breaths mingled through the air, filling the tent with articulate sounds of sheer passion.

Arching his body onto the ground, Legolas pushed himself deeper into the source of pleasing sensation and cried out hoarsely. "Oh ..Glorfindel .. please .."

Glorfindel smiled. So Legolas finally cried out his name, not in fear but in pleasure. With that, Glorfindel once again took hold of Legolas' hardening shaft and stroke it in rhythm with his thrusts. The essence of pre ejaculation dripped inside his palm, an evidence that Legolas was neared his peak, and he gave one final squeeze. "Legolas, my love, come for me .."

Legolas shrieked, and he clamped his mouth onto the parted lips to stifle the squeal, as for the second time that night the young Elf exploded in his hand. Glorfindel used the kiss to muffle his own groan as an extreme contraction milked his length. He gave one more thrust, two, then surrendered himself to the sensation, his seed jetting along the channel within Legolas' body.

Violent shudders wrecked the two males' bodies, and they slumped to the bedroll, totally drained by the intense love making. They remained locked in that position in a few moment, surrounded by the silent darkness, until it was Glorfindel who first moved away.

He pulled out from Legolas and lied beside the unmoving Elf. He took a moment to take a piece of cloth from his pack and cleaned the sticky substance on his hand and Legolas' belly, then when he finished, he draped a blanket on top of their nude, fatigued bodies.

He had thought that Legolas was already asleep, and thus was taking in surprise as he turned his head and saw that he was still very much awake, staring at him with his huge, although tired, blue eyes.

Afraid that he had caused him any internal injury, Glorfindel encircled one arm around him. "Legolas, what is it? Are you hurt?"

Legolas shook his head and twined both arms around his neck. There was something unreadable on the expression on his face as whispered in a voice almost inaudible. "In the name of faith and everything I hold dear to my heart .."

Then he stopped, causing Glorfindel to raise one eyebrow in puzzlement. "What?"

Legolas kissed his cheek, laying half his body on top of him and clinging to him like a child would to his father, before he gave his answer. "I love you. So much."

"And I you, my Prince," Glorfindel sighed in happiness and relief, hugging him back. "I return ever ounce you bestow upon me."

A soft merry laughter was Legolas' only reply, before he rested his head on Glorfindel's chest and exhaustion bid him to slip into oblivion. Glorfindel kept watching as the blue eyes went vacant and he continued to stroke the golden head on his chest, not even bothering to loosen his hold even when Legolas finally succumbed to a deep slumber.

He knew he would experience a cramp if they stayed like this until the morning came, but then again Glorfindel would not have a care, because he loved this position. Because having Legolas' neared meant everything to him. And because even the sweetest thing the world could offer would be nothing compared to this.
THE END

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A/N: I was actually jumping up and down when I finally finished writing this chapter. Thank you so, so much to all of you who've been reading this fic and gave me wonderful reviews, much kisses and hugs for you all. And thanks to everyone who supported me during the writing of this fic: EG, Alasse, Megan, Morgana, Anu, Red Autumn, Narcolinde and of course, X. Much kisses to all of you too.

I decided to end it here because I planned to write the sequel, and just to make it fair, I'm going to make the Noldorin Elves as the bad guys this time. Sorry, but the idea is really enticing and I just can't help it. HOWEVER, there is one problem: I AM IN A DESPERATE NEED FOR A BETA READER. I need someone who knows about Elves, grammatically skilled, who can work very fast and someone who would give me a slap on the face whenever I wrote nonsense (yea, I bet you like this one, don't you? Hehe .. ) So if any of you interested, just give me your name and email address, and I will contact you. In other words, I'm kinda begging here: please, please, anyone �.?

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Ryou's Mistress 265: I'm so sorry, but I really got addicted to cliffhangers. Please don't kill me for this, LOL.

Gilraen: It actually ended here. But just like I said, sequel is coming up.

Ikkey 775: I'm glad you like this story but 3 phone calls and a doorbell, wow .. I'm so honored. Thanks.

X: Hehe, what a naughty comment. Surely he thinks of me, or else he will face another torture, more lethal than the last ones he had. I mean, you know me �.LOL
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