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Aearlinn - Dor Eden Cuil

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Two or Three Weeks Pass By… ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Erestor sat upon The Ledge gazing down upon the Last Homely House, its snowy spires and red-capped cupolas suffused with the misty lark-light of another dawn, listening to the bright and piercing song of minuial's chorusers, the Lauds of finches and sparrows in the morrowdim, heralds of Arien's return. She would not spill the golden glare of Anor upon the lush valley for another hour, yet the earliest warblers and crooners had already begun their sweetly tuned affirmations of nesting rights, melodious challenges to any and all trespassers upon their habitual territory. Erestor smiled as he turned his face to the east, but the horizon was obscured for The Ledge was only half way up the rugged cliff wall and in fact was part of the very outcrop over which the falls of Lanthir Fân spilled.

He'd been coming to this spot since the refuge was founded, observing the region's transformation from untamed woods and meadows to the beacon of hope and healing that was Imladris. He had seen it all, every aspect of the haven's development from plans and sketches and detailed descriptions voiced in jubilant excitement to ultimate fruition; watching in approving pride as the elegant structures and gardens, walled paddocks and terraced fields took shape, transitioning from dream into reality. Through it all he'd worked side by side with his cousin, aiding Elrond in whatever task came before him, from allocation of lands and resources to establishing a governing Council. There had never been an inkling of a doubt that the son of Eärendil would be named Lord of the Realm and upon convening the first council his candidacy had been endorsed with unanimous approval. Not a single voice had spoken against the election.

Erestor sighed and shifted slightly in order to peer down into the grounds of the house that had been his home for an Age and a half. In all that time, none had challenged Elrond's right to rule. Yet now the people of Imladris did exactly that, evoking a law the Chief Advisor had never thought would come to bear upon the stately valley's venerable ruler. The Council would convene to establish proof of Elrond's autonomy; the influence of sylvan magic had been officially entered into the record of affairs as a serious concern to the safety and security of the realm and the secret power her Lord both wielded and protected. Erestor was now in the uncomfortable position of being right, having warned his kinsman of this very eventuality, while feeling wrong, his guilty conscience berating him every other second for upholding the twins' unsavoury condemnation of Legolas' motives for remaining with their father.

That thought brought him up short. When did my perception of Legolas shift? Within seconds he had his answer; indeed, he could pinpoint the exact moment he'd become convinced The Sylvan's heart was as fully engaged as Elrond's. He'd caught them in the garden one dusky twilight in the very earliest stages of amorous activity, tunics discarded already, sharing kisses and caresses as they moved into the mood. Elrond had just undone Legolas' shirt and slowly peeled it back, exposing a shoulder, leaning in to kiss the bared skin. Legolas had shuddered and whispered something into the Elven Lord's ear; Elrond had raised his head with a smile, meeting the Wood Elf's eyes as he pressed him down to lie upon the green turf.

Erestor hadn't stayed any longer, hurrying away before they realised he'd been watching. He'd found his throat tight and his heart both heavy and lightened at the same time. There had been something so tender and endearing about the way Elrond had uncovered the archer's body, the impression of his lips upon the skin almost reverent. Erestor decided it was probably the most intimate act he'd ever witnessed and all he'd seen was one naked shoulder. Nay, so much more. The smile on Elrond's face, the tremor that ran through Legolas, the quiet submission as he was settled on the grass, all these small things spoke volumes. What I saw was a couple in love, completely besotted with one another. That only made him feel worse about the escalating troubles they now faced.

It had all started the day after the humans departed the valley. Elrond had called for an Assembly of Lords and Councillors in order to announce his formal betrothal to the Wood Elf. Legolas had fortunately not been present for this was an official meeting of the full Council. A feast was planned for the evening to which all were invited and during which Elrond planned to present his affianced mate to his people. That celebration never took place. It had been a moment of excruciating embarrassment for Erestor, watching as his cousin's joyful countenance slowly dissolved into shocked disbelief as stunned silence met his happy news, replaced the next instant by an outcry of indignant fury and fear.

The folk of the valley did not want a lowly sylvan archer raised to the status of a Lord, even if it was only by marriage. They did not care a bit for Elrond's assurances that Legolas had no interest in either politics or power. His words, they cried, were tinged with his enchantment; his reason diluted by the un-natural bond, a union forged by sylvan wiles. Elrond had been struck dumb, unwilling or unable to relate the one bit of news that might have fended off the disaster. He breathed not a word of his mate's pregnancy, instead erupting in a vocal barrage of rebukes and remonstrances, declaring his disappointment and shame for the bias and bigotry so wilfully presented.

His recriminations did not move the noble citizens to reconsider. A motion was made to conduct an inquiry and instantly seconded. The vote was not unanimous but the motion passed. Never had the Assembly so fully denounced their leader. He was still the Lord of Imladris in title, but all pending decisions regarding the governing of the valley were set aside until the conclusion of the hearing. Elrond had gone still then, a strange sort of calm resignation restructuring his features. He'd quietly ordered them all out of his house, declaring them false friends, stopping just short of naming them traitors, forbidding any to enter the grounds of his estate unless formally invited to do so. For the first time since the gates had been erected, the elegant wrought iron barriers had been shut and bolted.

This behaviour only made the ministers more concerned. They could not comprehend that Elrond was only trying to shield his mate from the growing enmity. After a few days went past with no solution, that is to say Elrond declined their demands either to renounce the engagement or permit them to interrogate Legolas directly, they sent for Mithrandir, recalling him from Gondor to act as an official emissary from Aman. His judgement alone they would abide and the hearing was delayed until his arrival. Word had been relayed to Elladan and Elrohir in the event they were required to succeed their Adar and take on the burden of Vilya. Neither they nor the wizard had returned as yet but were expected any moment. The atmosphere in the Hidden Vale had grown increasingly tense and edgy as the days wore on.

How did it come to this? Erestor shook his head, an uneasy frown sketching lines across his forehead. I should have done something years ago. If I had made greater effort to contact Legolas' people perhaps they would have come and taken him home. Now, they'll arrive within a cycle of Ithil at most, expecting to celebrate Legolas' change of fortune only to learn his lordly suitor has been unseated because of the union. He wondered what their reaction to this would be and how many warriors they were bringing along. Surprisingly, Glorfindel did not seem to be concerned at all. Once the most vocal declaimant against Elrond's domestic arrangement, the Balrog-slayer now staunchly supported the marriage and held that all the trouble would come to nothing once the pending birth was revealed.

The seneschal sighed, glancing again toward the scrubby woods beneath his lofty perch, and in spite of his sour mood found his lips turning upward as a silent chuckle constricted his ribs. Elrond was emerging from beneath the trees, striding through the regimented ranks of plum and pear trees toward the kitchen whilst singing a rather salty tune, a large pheasant slung over his shoulder. The Lord of Imladris did not present a very stately figure this day. He was wearing hunting clothes sturdily constructed from soft leather dyed in shades that matched the shadowed viridian common to woodlands, tall boots sheathing his legs to the knee, hair efficiently, if a mite austerely, braided in the style of Legolas' 'House', a quiver strapped to his back and a bow in his right hand. So had it been everyday since the Council's decision, though the type of game changed and sometimes the bow was replaced by fishing gear, and Erestor had to admit he hadn't seen his cousin so genuinely happy since Arwen was a wee babe.

And proud. He is absolutely thrilled about this elfling and thoroughly enjoying the role of nurturing husband and provider. Perhaps I would have served him better had I insisted he seek a new mate after Celebrian's departure. Erestor grimaced; Elrond would have vehemently opposed such an idea. No, only the direst circumstances could have jolted Elrond from his relentless adherence to dignity, honour, and duty. That or the sylvan sorcery of allure. Much as he disparaged and ridiculed it, Erestor had never believed that beguilement was detrimental to Elrond personally. His kinsman's new state of peace and contentment was solely Legolas' doing. A sudden twinge accosted the seneschal's heart and with surprise he realised its root was envy.

Lindir's cutting words from the morning after their Ened Ethuil encounter lashed across his reeling mind and anger surged in to flush out the sharp pain they invoked. Angry at himself as much as Lindir for feeling any sort of regret at all, his spine unconsciously straightened as he reverted to his customary attitude of haughty scorn. My life is neither pathetic nor solitary; I play a vital role in the affairs of my people and have my choice of bed-partners whensoever I wish one.

Yet a partner for the night, a season, or even a century was a far cry from a mate for all time. Erestor had never wanted the commitment inherent in such a bond. Or did I convince myself to believe that because the truth was too painful? I did love once, yet she chose another. The vision of her face rose before him, clear and distinct as if it had been only the previous day that they'd parted. Her refusal had stung but not so much that his spirit faltered.

Was that love?

He hadn't thought of her in more than an Age, yet neither had he considered wooing another for anything more than physical pleasure. Why should I think on Lindir as anything more? Erestor had known the minstrel since his days of youth in Sirion. Indeed, he had spent much time under the singer's tutelage along with Elrond and Elros, for the three were of similar age and all were orphans under Cirdan's guardianship. In all that time up till this very year, this very spring, Erestor had not once desired Lindir as a bed-mate.

Alarms started going off in the seneschal's mind, for this sudden attraction seemed highly unlikely and entirely too coincidental. In revealing his sylvan heritage, was Lindir unleashing the same mysterious magnetism Legolas used upon Elrond? The notion fit right in with the seneschal's derogatory evaluation of sylvan elves and made him furious; how dare the singer lure him in only to so coldly cast him off?

Well, it is hard to see truth when it is so counter to one's internal perceptions of one's own character. This was a much easier and more satisfying conclusion to make than examining his bigotry, facing his lecherous coveting of Elrond's young mate, or considering how physically similar Lindir and Legolas were. Erestor leaped up and hastened down the steep slope, determined to confront the minstrel, and blundered into the cove of Lanthir Fân.

"Maur-aur, Lord Erestor." The greeting stopped the seneschal cold for he knew that voice. All about him and up into the trees he stared, searching for the speaker, for it was Legolas. He could not spot the archer and cursed in the silence of his agitated mind. A soft chuckle wafted through the air and then a brisk "I am here" followed as the sylvan dropped from the limbs right in front of him, a polite smile adorning his comely face.

"Yes, so you are. I didn't know you were partial to this place."

"I am, very much so. It is without doubt the very finest location in all of Elrond's estate. I was not aware you liked to venture here," answered Legolas. In fact, during the entire time he'd been out and about on the grounds, never once had he come across any sign of Erestor near the secluded grotto. Even the trees had confirmed it was not a site the Noldorin advisor favoured. It was partly for this reason that he liked it so much.

"Well, it is lovely in a shadowy sort of way but there's not enough sunlight here for my taste. I generally await the sunrise from the ridge above," Erestor replied, immediately wondering why he was offering that bit of personal information when a simple 'I don't' would suffice. He wasn't in the habit of trading small-talk with The Sylvan and it was even more unexpected for Legolas to initiate the conversation when he could have remained hidden. While he was thinking all that, Erestor noted that for some incomprehensible reason his simple explanation made the Wood Elf frown.

"Oh." A great sigh followed. "They didn't think to tell me that."

"Who? And why are you inquiring as to my preferred haunts?" demanded Erestor. "I am Elrond's cousin and the grounds are open to me. I may wander at will, even as you do."

"That's different; I'm his mate and I've good reason for my roaming." He set out walking and Erestor fell in step. "Besides, I am not asking where you prefer to wander; I have been seeking a place to call my own. Lindir has one; you have one, so does Elrond and practically everyone who works on the estate."

"This cove is quite special to Elrond. You might want to speak with him about it before you try to claim it. He will not want you taking over Celebrian's sanctuary." The look this statement wrought on the archer's face was nothing short of crestfallen dismay and while Erestor had initially intended to invoke exactly that effect, seeing it was not satisfying in the least. Legolas looked vulnerable and almost desperate and the seneschal suddenly felt the urge to console and comfort him.

"Celebrian's sanctuary? This was her place? They didn't tell me that either." Legolas came to a halt and fidgeted with the hem of his tunic as he gazed mournfully around the placid place. "It is the best spot; I'll never find another quite so right."

"Ah, perhaps they, whoever 'they' are, didn't know she liked to come here. Whom did you ask? Maybe Elrond won't mind at all and I'm certain Celebrian wouldn't care if you find solace here."

"The trees. Perhaps they don't comprehend Nandorin so well these days and I can't converse with them in Sindarin." Legolas related this matter-of-factly and ignored the advisor's arched, incredulous brow. "I need much more than solace, Lord Erestor, and had planned to bring Elrond here after breakfast." Another huge sigh left him and the anxiety had not abated.
Erestor didn't know exactly what to make of the language barrier with the hemlocks or what to do to set things right but very much wanted to. "Well then, let's go in to breakfast and I will add my encouragement to your request. Lanthir Fân need not be a shrine; the Lady of Imladris is at peace in Aman and has at her side one whom she loves. It is fitting for Elrond to have his love at his side also and if this is the only location in the valley that suits you then so be it."

Legolas' eyes were wide in amazement and tinged with lingering doubt as to Erestor's motives for being so gracious. Yet he had clearly referred to Elrond's love for him in tones that revealed his acceptance of this truth. "I am grateful for your support," the Wood Elf managed to say before too much time went by. "Let me talk with him first and if there is any resistance then perhaps I may call on you to convince him."

"Agreed. Come along; the pheasant should be nearly done roasting when we get there," Erestor found he was smiling and his sour mood all but vanished. He held out his hand and the smile faltered as Legolas shied back from it.

"Lord Erestor, you have just spoken of Elrond's love for me and I hope you understand that feeling is returned fully," the sylvan warned.

Erestor was thoroughly chagrined for there was no doubt Legolas was aware of the vulgar lechery with which he had so long and so secretly surveyed the youth's every move. "Aye," he dropped his eyes to the ground in shame and hid it with a half-bow. "I beg your forgiveness. I should not have permitted myself to behave so basely. You and I both know that, except for Elrohir, I am the one most responsible for the strong opposition your union with Elrond has invoked. It isn't behaviour I am proud of and quite unlike my true nature." He could see that Legolas considered the verity of this information dubious at best. "No matter, I will prove it to you in time," the seneschal replied to the unvoiced distrust.

"You could prove it now," Legolas said. "This break with the Council, could you not mitigate the harm and convince the Lords and Advisors that I am not a threat?"

"Ah, I wondered why you spoke to me earlier. Had you not I would never have known you were there," Erestor nodded thoughtfully. He was actually very curious about Legolas' reaction to the trouble, for Elrond was completely mulish in regards to revealing anything of their discussions.

"Aye. I saw my chance and took it. If you really do regret your previous actions then help us now. I do not work spells on people, Lord Erestor. Only wizards have such powers. You must tell them. These Elves will listen to you for you've been here in the house the entire time. Tell them you've seen no evidence of sorcery on my part."

"It isn't that simple anymore; the other advisors will only say you have enchanted me as well. A hearing has been ordered and it will have to take place. Once it convenes I will gladly lend Elrond my support as I always have. Mithrandir is on his way, as you know, and it is his testimony that will clear you. There will be a vote to determine Elrond's future as Imladris' principal Lord and ruler. I have no doubt that he will be duly reinstated once the Istar reassures them." Erestor was really not that certain at all but it was obvious Legolas was deeply troubled by the whole mess. He smiled kindly and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the young archer's shoulder, pleased that the contact was permitted this time.

"You're sure? I can't abide for Elrond to lose his place among his people because of me," Legolas studied Erestor's visage for signs of deceit but as always the wily seneschal was completely inscrutable.

"He will not. He is a good and wise leader and none of that has changed since you're inclusion in his life. That is what I plan to point out to my esteemed though misguided colleagues. Surely Elrond has told you something similar." He couldn't rein in his curiosity.

"Aye," Legolas replied with less than enthusiastic articulation. "Yet he seeks to protect me from troubles and worries, so what he says often leaves much truth unspoken."

Erestor peered at him closely, evaluating the tightness around those firmly set lips and the nervous way those lethal fingers kept bothering the edge of the soft leather tunic. Elrond's efforts to spare his lover additional stress were not successful. The seneschal made the decision to point this out to his cousin at the earliest opportunity. "He doesn't mean to keep you in the dark; he's just concerned for your welfare. Now then, I know Elrond is determined to maintain your strength and health over the course of the pregnancy and will be fraught with dread if you don't come in soon. You like pheasant, don't you?" Erestor started walking, glancing behind to see that Legolas followed, and presented the most disarmingly charming smile in his repertoire. The Wood Elf gave a rather pallid facsimile as they set out once more.

"Pheasant is among my favourite types of game. They are not so common in Greenwood as once they were and we have had to stop hunting them. The Orcs like them, too, it seems, as do the Men in the forest. We've been able to convince the humans to stop killing them but still their numbers diminish. Soon, there may be none at all."

"That is unfortunate. I didn't know the Orcs had multiplied to that extent."

"Aye. They grow ever more bold and we dare not go beyond the central regions of the woods anymore, for all the southern portion of the forest is now under the dominion of the Wraiths. They are organising and training the Orcs to be better fighters and everyday their numbers seem to double."

Erestor eyed the woodland warrior at his side, suddenly realising the deep sorrow that always hovered around him might have more than one cause. "It must be hard for you to be separated from your home," he ventured into difficult ground with both caution and compassion.

A rueful smile and a short nod were returned but Legolas let the topic drop. It truly was a hardship, knowing his people were struggling for survival while he was ensconced in luxurious safety. It was not something he could speak of to Erestor or even to Elrond. He might possibly consider discussing such things with Lindir but had not had the opportunity as yet. It wasn't that he didn't want to divulge these woes to Elrond, but until recently his status had not permitted sharing personal information or confiding his fears. Now, he had no desire to add to his beloved's burdens. Besides, Nín'ódhel would want to do something to help if for no other reason than to alleviate Legolas' sorrow. An incursion of Noldorin warriors upon the borders of Rhovanion, however, would not be viewed with gratitude by King Thranduil. And I have already done enough to displease him.

By this time they had moved out of the rugged beauty of hills and rills and into the manicured perfection of the Lord's groves and gardens. Once they cleared the orchards and rounded a bend in the stream, the formal gardens and the great house came into view. There in the distance upon the lower terrace stood Elrond, scanning the landscape for his mate. As soon as he saw who was with Legolas, the Elven Lord took off across the lawn, tearing through flower beds and pathways alike without regard until he reached them. Without hesitation he got between the two, wrapping an arm about Legolas and sending his cousin a ferocious glower.

"Maur-aur, Elrond." Legolas was grinning delightedly, quite enjoying the new protective quality to his mate's actions whenever a threat was perceived. And he perceives them everywhere, from everyone. Legolas settled his arm across his beloved's shoulders and leaned in for a swift kiss, a light chuckle leaving his lips as they met Elrond's. "Lord Erestor was just escorting me in to breakfast to make certain I did not become distracted and forget to eat this morn."

"Indeed?" Elrond sent another narrow glare his seneschal's way. "Thank you, Erestor. After we break fast, you and I need to have a talk." There were dire threats woven into the chilling tones.

"Nay, we are to go walking in the woods. There is something I need you to see," Legolas intervened, noting the expression of gratitude that quickly suffused the seneschal's face.

"Can it not wait for an hour? I swear what I need to say will not take longer than that," replied Elrond. It was the wrong response.

"An hour?" Legolas shook free and hastened his pace. "If it is so trivial a thing that you can complete the discussion that quickly then surely it can be delayed until later. You always refuse to come out with me into the trees and this is important, much more important than emphasising your claim on me to your kinsman. Obviously, what I deem vital is secondary to your need to strut about and play the dominant male."

"Ai! Legolas, that is not true." Elrond was dumbfounded; Legolas had complained, just two days prior, that he never intervened when others attempted to seduce him. Surely it was right to make Erestor stop his salacious stalking. This complete reversal was an unexpected obstacle to his new resolve: proclaiming his real feelings for Legolas through actions as well as words. "I will do as you wish, Aearen, only I thought insisting that Erestor cease his predatory activities and his unkind gossiping would please you."

"My what?" Erestor was now even more mortified to learn that he had clearly been the topic of much conversation between the two. Had Legolas asked Elrond to speak to him before and been denied so basic a need for respect? The thought made the advisor rather disappointed in his cousin. "I am not doing either of those things anymore, Elrond. The time to bring it up would have been just about anytime prior to this year's Ened Ethuil."

"Really?" Elrond's sneering sarcasm made his kinsman flinch.

"Yes, really." It was Legolas who answered, turning around and walking backwards in order to face them. "He hasn't said one nasty thing to or about me since Ened Ethuil. I would have thought you'd notice but obviously I was wrong, and if you feel so strongly about it then you should speak to him because it's right rather than because it would please me. I am still only a secondary consideration for you." With that he spun about and marched away with even greater speed.

Elrond broke into a fast trot to catch up and caught hold of Legolas' arm to slow him. "Wait, Legolas. These things you say of me are not so. I have been watching him and it's true Erestor hasn't been telling tales lately, but I do feel it's right to demand an apology and secure his promise to undo, as much as is possible, the harm his derogatory contempt has inflicted. I have you foremost in my heart and my every thought, beloved. Please, do not be angry any longer."

"I apologised this morning and as to the promise, I will invoke something even more binding. As far as I'm concerned, Legolas is now part of the family and comes under the same protection I would give to you or your children," announced Erestor. All three halted then as the Lord of Imladris and his Sylvan lover turned to gape at him. Their shock made the seneschal colour with remorse, for such had been his duty all along and he was not pleased to have been caught acting out in a manner so far beneath his station.

"Well." Elrond wasn't exactly sure what to say, not wanting to upset Legolas further than he already had. While he was mentally debating that, Legolas stepped around him and approached Erestor, hand uplifted in a gesture of peace.

"I accept your forthright contrition, Lord Erestor, and declare that any and all unpleasantness between us shall be forgotten as well as forgiven. You honour me and my child with this oath of fealty and I acknowledge it with both pride and humility, for I have come as a stranger among you from lands shrouded in mystery and myth. Your generous tolerance is most appreciated." Legolas bowed from the waist, straightening to discover both his mate and his law-kinsman staring in bald stupefaction. Well, he wasn't a contemptible bond-slave anymore and he needn't pretend to a lower station than was rightly his. He smirked as he resumed his forward motion, his step lighter and his carriage almost regal.

The Lord and his advisor shared a befuddled look to confirm what they'd just heard before hurrying after the sylvan. Never had Legolas spoken with such a sense of dignified munificence and they were beyond intrigued. They entered the house just behind him and followed as the Wood Elf's nose led his empty belly to the morning room where the meal was laid out.

He took a plate and proceeded to the buffet, selecting a few morsels before perching in his favourite chair, a surreptitious glance providing him assurance that Elrond was tracking his every motion. Predictably, the mighty lore-master aimed an aggravated scowl upon the under-filled platter and advanced upon Legolas.

"Aearen, that is hardly enough to sustain a wee elfling and here you are with child. Give me that and let me select what you need." Elrond was overjoyed to see the Wood Elf's features transformed with that beaming grin of undiluted exultation; an expression far too rarely seen upon Legolas' visage.

"As you wish, hervenn," came the demure reply as the plate was duly handed over.

While Elrond scurried back to the sideboard and proceeded to load up the dish, Erestor watched Legolas watching him do it. There was nothing but pride and absolute contentment in his eyes; that and the unmistakable glow of romantic love. The youthful warrior was totally smitten and the seneschal wondered how he could have missed it all this time. He shook his head in bemusement as Legolas sat forward, one elbow propped on the table to support his chin while he monitored Elrond's choices with rapt devotion.

He would eat dirt if his beloved wanted him to do so.

As if on cue, a sigh of adoring appreciation left the seated Elf and Erestor gave a light laugh as he proceeded to the buffet to take up his meal.'Seated' is perhaps the wrong verb. 'Roosting' might better describe the manner in which our resident sylvan occupies a chair. He glanced back, taking in Legolas' posture. True to form, he was balanced on the furniture just as if he were aloft on a branch amid the trees, one foot tucked beneath him as the other rested on the floor in what could only be called a loose crouch. There was no doubt that he could spring from such a position with great speed and force enough to carry him quite a distance. It was also evident that this was his natural stance for he assumed it quite unconsciously whenever he bothered to eat at table. Which he is doing much more often now.

Erestor thought that was a good indication of Legolas' willingness to at least try and fit in to Imladrian ways and Elrond's world. He took his place beside Elrond, noting the generous portions of meat and fruit now obliterating the surface of the Wood Elf's dish. It crossed his mind to discuss the tense political situation with the couple but he gave up the notion as soon as Elrond began hand-feeding select morsels to his adoring mate. Both were completely oblivious to the seneschal's presence and the temperature in the small room began to climb significantly. The Chief Advisor tapped his fork on his glass to get their attention.

"Elrond, perhaps you could wrap the meal up and take it with you. Legolas wants to show you the place he has selected for his own."

The spooning Elves both smiled and Legolas blushed, realising he was nearly fully aroused and Erestor must know it.

"An excellent suggestion, cousin," answered Elrond, gazing into his mate's gleaming eyes. "What is this about choosing a place for your own? My home is yours, Aearen, as is all that is mine. Your rightful place is here in the Last Homely House with me." He was not angry but definitely concerned, fearing he had once more failed his sylvan archer and made him feel like a visitor in their rooms. His sons' perceptive comment regarding the lack of evidence for a new inhabitant resurfaced.

"Aye, this I know," Legolas answered, his features suddenly taking on a cautious caste as his eyes flickered to Erestor and then back to Elrond. "I can't explain it here," he said softly, regretting how rude this must seem to the seneschal.

"Ah, forgive me, Legolas. I didn't mean to bring it up and spoil your surprise. Sometimes I am less than astute regarding the ways of the sylvan people." Erestor graciously offered this means of saving face but just as he noted Legolas' grateful smile another voice joined the conversation.

"I would say completely ignorant more accurately describes your level of knowledge regarding sylvan Elves." The speaker was Lindir and these contentious words flowed out in contrastingly rich, melodic tones such as only the most gifted singer possesses.

"'Tis all right, gwador; he is learning," said Legolas, uncertain what lay at the root of the minstrel's heightened animosity.

"Kwingarô, your heart is overly generous," countered Lindir, "but it is one of the many things that make you dear to me."

"And to me." Elrond noted all this with some degree of interest but was far more curious to find out what Legolas meant by needing a place of his own. He rose and offered a hand to his mate. "Show me this site you have chosen, Aearen, and let me repeat that any location in my valley is equally owned by you. I will gladly make over a deed of possession in your name should you wish it."

Legolas giggled and gave a bemused shake of his head as he helped cover the plates with their napkins. How could a piece of parchment with a few inked words and a wax seal make a part of the living earth belong to a single Elf? The ideas of the Noldor he truly could not fathom at times.

They strolled outside and ambled in leisurely accord across the lawn, Elrond allowing Legolas to be his guide. Before long they reached the wall surrounding the revered Lord's private garden. This was kept locked to prevent unwanted intrusions, a policy begun long ago when Celebrian had briefly dwelled in her husband's rooms and would come down to this haven to read or tend the flowers. She soon grew tired of all things designated as Elrond's and took possession of the ground floor apartment, leaving the high-walled haven to the Lord of the realm, along with the custom of keeping it bolted.

Elrond took out his set of keys and opened the gate for Legolas, rather confused for they seemed to be heading for his rooms. OUR rooms, he corrected himself, watching as Legolas moved away to sit on the basin of the fountain, smiling as each recalled that morning just a few months ago when the Wood Elf had suddenly been consumed with heat so unbearable he had to shed every stitch of clothing. Already partially hard, Elrond grew more aroused wondering if there was about to be a repeat of that delightful experience.

"You remember that day we played in the fountain?" Legolas asked coyly, dipping his fingers in the dancing fluid and flicking the water in his mate's direction. Quicker than two heartbeats Elrond was beside him, one arm snaked around his waist as the opposing hand groped his crotch and stroked his stiffly confined penis. The contact made him shiver and Legolas spread his legs wider, entwining his fingers in thick ebony hair as he pulled Elrond close for a lingering kiss.

"Of course I remember. It's not the sort of thing a husband forgets. You were quite playful and most demanding that day and the next." Elrond murmured these words between delightful tastes of Legolas' lips.

"I was demanding?" Legolas' eyes twinkled in cerulean deviltry. "If so it was for a good cause." He was prevented from continuing as Elrond sought and gained entrance to his mouth. The resulting stimulation left him breathless and giddy and he was glad for the close embrace that held him securely against the strong Noldorin chest. He couldn't say how it happened but he was now in his beloved's lap. Elrond was nibbling his way up the side of his neck and Legolas failed to restrain a warbling whimper.

Elrond loved it and redoubled his efforts, eager to wring more of those involuntary signs of bliss from his sylvan archer. "Aye, a very good cause," he managed to whisper into a pointed ear just before biting its blushing tip. A thrilling tremor rippled through Legolas' entire body.

"It was here by the fountain," Legolas huffed out, trying to regain control and failing. He wanted to tell Elrond that this was where their child had been conceived.

"Aye, the fountain," Elrond mimicked. "I shall enjoy watching you spill in it again." He reached between their bodies and squeezed the solid erection through the Wood Elf's leggings.

Legolas bucked into the pressure and started caressing the rock hard cock hidden under Elrond's leather breeches. "Have I told you how much I like seeing you in these hunting clothes?" he breathed out, delighting in the rumbling groan his efforts evoked.

"Wouldn't you rather see me out of them?" asked Elrond, claiming the parted lips again as he ground his hips into Legolas, relishing the friction.

"Oh yes," Legolas gusting whisper replied. "I want you to take me and claim me. I want you in me, your essence filling me. Ai, Elrond, I need you."

"Aearen," Elrond could not say more, too overwhelmed by the pleading intensity in his mate's trembling voice. Quickly he began working free the ties of Legolas' leggings, lavishing the juncture of his neck and jaw with little bites and sucking kisses. Thus, he was startled to feel a sudden and forceful shove against his chest.

"Nay, not here," Legolas commanded as he wriggled free. "In our new place; the place I have chosen for our child's birth."

Well that wasn't what Elrond had expected to hear and it rather caught him off guard. "What? Our child will be born upstairs in our rooms."

"No. I could no more birth our child in this house than I could in the main courtyard. A Wood Elf needs seclusion, a secure place to bring forth life and there remain to nurture the babe for the first three months. I have chosen that place. I want you to make love to me there." Legolas explanation was accompanied by a tentatively hopeful smile as he studied his beloved's eyes to see how this news would be met. It was always rather daunting to bring up these culturally specific practices for he never knew whether Elrond would laugh outright or try to hide his aversion. The face staring back at him indicated neither amusement nor disgust but confusion and concern were evident in abundance.

"Legolas, I will make love to you on the roof if such brings you pleasure," Elrond began, leaning in to kiss the small, straight nose. "Yet you speak of things I don't understand. What place can be more secure than our own home?" He could not help feeling his failure to prevent the cinnamon poisoning had caused this lack of faith.

"It is the way among my people," Legolas said. "By the ninth month a suitable nest must be ready. Food and water and any other needs must be stored in sufficient quantity to see me and the child through three months of isolation from any but immediate family." He paused as they sat together on the rim of the fountain's basin. Elrond was attentive but still in the dark but that was to be expected. Still, there was no attempt made to interrupt or contradict what he was saying, as Elrond so often did when he tried to speak of customs among his kind, so Legolas continued.

"I will be getting quite large by then. It won't be easy to climb into the trees and even harder to climb down. I will need to be slow and careful. When it is nearly time, about two or three weeks from birth, I won't be able to climb down at all. From then until about a week or so after the birth I must remain in the talan. After that my strength should start to rebuild and healing should be nearly complete." He stopped again, noting the wide-eyed alarm on his mate's face, and waited for the outburst.

"Talan?" Elrond did not disappoint, having honed in on the references to climbing trees. "Are you telling me you want our babe to be born outside in the woods?"

"Aye. I was born that way, Elrond. All Wood Elves come into the world in the tops of the trees. It is the only way to ensure both parent and child are safe from predators. We are very vulnerable then for much of the spirit is imparted to the child to sustain him through the process of birthing."

"This is Imladris; there are no predators here, Legolas. You must see that it is far safer and much more sanitary to deliver our babe in the comfort of our bedchamber."

"Nay, it shall not be so," Legolas announced, rising form the marble basin. "There is nothing unsanitary about a talan in the trees. You have been to Lothlorien, have you not? There the protection of the Lady's Burden holds back evil just as your Ring does here. Even so, the folk dwell in talans. How and where do you imagine the Galadhrim are born?"

That made the Elven Lord's brows rise high. It was the first time Legolas had revealed knowledge of the three Elven Rings' existence. Elrond wasn't sure what to make of that for he'd never mentioned Vilya even indirectly in Legolas' presence and doubted anyone else in Imladris would have done so. Instead of addressing that news, he focused on the rest of the remark. It was true enough but only the Galadhrim did so. The Noldorin folks who had accompanied Celeborn and Galadriel there from Eregion had proper houses beneath the Mellyrn trees. Elrond sighed and shook his head, standing and reaching to take hold of Legolas' hand.

"Beloved, this is not Lothlorien. Here we have the advantage of Ages of learning and enlightenment. The Noldorin folk spent much time in Aman where the Valar abide in fine homes of wood and stone. The science and engineering of architecture were imparted to my people by the Vanyarin Elves, who learned these things from the Powers themselves. Surely you cannot doubt that what is sufficient for the Lords and Ladies of the West is not also best for our little babe, and for you."

"I can and do doubt it. What do I know of the Powers? They care little for my people. We have faced every Age without their aid and have flourished under the same customs since the time of the Awakening. Even the Vanyarin and Noldorin Elves did not build houses on the shore of the Lake at Cuiviennen."

"Legolas, I cannot condone our child being born in a tree."

"It is not for you to decide. I have chosen the place and if you want to be present to greet your son then you shall have to abide by my wishes."

They stared at one another; Legolas stubborn and intractable; Elrond exasperated and close to panic. He had absolutely no doubt that Legolas could vanish from sight, planning to remain hidden until their elfling was three months old, and the thought filled him with dread. He had no idea if male deliveries were difficult in general but he had realised that Legolas' would be the instant he'd confirmed the pregnancy. He wouldn't have strength to survive it on his own and Elrond was secretly terrified that even with the aid of his light Legolas would suffer serious harm. Indeed, he had already made the decision to use the power of Vilya to sustain his beloved if his life seemed to be in jeopardy during labour. He heaved a long sigh and tried to smile.

"Please, Legolas, be reasonable. I could have an addition made to the house, a new wing with a nursery and…" His words dwindled into silence as all the Wood Elf's wilful obstinacy transformed into hurt disappointment and Legolas turned away.

"A new wing and a nursery sound lovely," he said morosely, "but that will be for after the third month. I will not deliver our child in this house, no matter how exalted its design or certain its master. In this self-same house I was poisoned, Elrond. How can you even consider exposing our child to such risks? You say there are no predators in Imladris and I say 'look to your gates'. They are barred and bolted, for you do not trust your own people to support you because of me."

Elrond could not counter these truths. He reconsidered what Legolas was suggesting, or rather, demanding. What harm could there be as long as the necessary supplies and medicines were there? The real danger was not contained in the place but in the slender physiology of his mate. That being the case, was it not wiser to provide whatever reassurance Legolas' required to minimise taxing him emotionally as well? Aragorn could come back to lend aid if it should be required and would not be put off by assisting a birth in a treetop talan. The Lord of Imladris couldn't deny his suspicions regarding his own staff; he now sampled every meal his mate consumed. Mayhap it would ease his worries as well to know Aearen was safely secluded from any interference, even that which was benign. He studied the drooping shoulders and lowered head and immediately made his choice. In a rush he swooped in and encircled his sylvan warrior, holding tight and pressing hard against the rigid back, nuzzling his nose into the thick golden mane to kiss the nape of his neck.

"You're right, Aearen. Forgive me for being so short-sighted. Show me this place you have selected. Although, I confess I have absolutely no skill in building a talan."

Legolas squirmed loose so he could turn about and throw his arms around Elrond's neck, hanging on and squeezing hard as he rained kisses on the elder Elf's serious features. "Ah, I knew I was right to fall in love with you," he gushed. "Worry not about the structure itself; my people will be here soon and they will see to everything." He gave a sound kiss to the now smiling lips before pulling back. "Wait here a moment; there's something in our rooms I want to take with us." So saying he raced to the cedar and was on the balcony in seconds.

Elrond did not have long to consider that ominous reference to his beloved's relatives before the slender Elf vaulted from the open rails and landed perfectly in front of him. Whatever he'd gone to retrieve was carefully hidden from view, wrapped up in a soft wool blanket. The Noldorin Lord's libido sparked high for Legolas only used such discretion for their naughty playthings. "What is it?" he asked excitedly, trying to peel back the corner of the covering to see.

"Nay, you shall have to wait. Go and gather our food again before the insects make a meal of it," laughed Legolas, overjoyed to have won such an important battle so quickly and easily. He led the way out into the grounds and they walked in silence, stealing kisses and sharing little pinches and caresses in sensitive zones that had them both fully aroused again long before the sound of the wispy falls reached them. When that moment came, Elrond looked around in surprise; Lanthir Fân was the last place he would have imagined Legolas would pick.

"This is where you wish to conclude the pregnancy?"

"Aye. It is perfect, Elrond. Everything I will need is here: clear, fresh water close at hand; crayfish, snails, flatfish, and molluscs for food right in the stream and the pool," he couldn't resist that little reference to his unorthodox preferences and inwardly commended his mate for revealing only the faintest distaste. "The shade and comfort of these stately hemlocks will shield us from the heat and from unwelcome spies; the high cliff wall will protect our backs while the narrow approach is easily guarded by even just two Elves. We will be safe here, our son and I, and he will learn first the rhythm and wonder of the natural world before he must encounter the artificial order imposed by your so very civilised society." He was smiling cheekily when he said this but there was no doubt he was only partly joking. Legolas waited anxiously for Elrond's response.

"I agree; this place is magnificent. It was Celebrian's favourite spot in all of the valley. She would come here when she craved solitude and it was she who made those chimes," Elrond said quietly. It should feel strange to be here with Legolas and yet he had to admit that it did not. It felt right. He inhaled and gazed up into the towering trees. "We haven't spoken much of her."

"Nay, but others have said much."

"What have you been told?" Elrond peered at Legolas, realising he had once more refused to consider what was all too obvious now. Legolas probably had been harangued with all manner of accusations pertaining to disrupting a sacred vow ordained by the Valar to be eternal.

"Many things." Legolas shrugged. "I was told you love her still, that I was trying to take her place, trying to make my life a better one. It was explained with absolute clarity that such as I could never hope to replace her; that I was just your 'moment of weakness' in an esteemed, even legendary, life. Most still say that. I don't bother to argue with them; they have no understanding of what brought us together." He paused and considered carefully what to say next; he hadn't any wish to be callous or sound resentful. "I think she must be a good person for many of the people here are so angry on her behalf, defending her honour and her status. They must care for her very deeply. Lindir has told me other things, that she was not content in her marriage and Glorfindel, once so staunchly opposed to our bond, has since become my ally and confirmed the singer's information. This morning, Erestor also alluded to this distance between you and Celebrian."

"I should have talked to you about my life with her," Elrond said, impressed with Legolas' mature response but aware of the pain underlying it. "She was as you describe: beloved by all here and even in the neighbouring human villages. I did love her, but not the way she deserved to be loved. I never saw her as she was and so how could I really hold her heart? She was a good wife and there is no better mother on Arda, but we did not live as a mated couple for many many centuries, long before her decision to leave. She met someone else rather early on, when the twins were about 30, and that ellon went with her to Aman after the attack. I hope she has found happiness with him gain, for if any deserves it she does. I will not take up my life with her anew when at last I journey over sea."

They were silent for a time, Elrond worried over the impact all this really supplied, Legolas thoughtful over his mate's words. He wandered deeper into the grotto and stood near the collection of chiming bells glistening with the sheen of mist from the falls. "Do you love her still?"

"No." Elrond's answer was immediate and firm, accompanied by an almost sad shake of his head. "In truth, I never did, not as an equal, not as my mate and spouse. I am ashamed to say it, but I used her to make myself seem more prestigious. She is descended from royalty and her place in Aman must be high indeed, for her grandfather is Finarfin, the son of Finwë." He followed until he stood at Legolas' side, raising his arm to catch the falling spray. "She would not be displeased that you found Lanthir Fân and love it as she does. I think it would make her smile to know an elfling would be born here and consider this home."

"Then you also approve?" Legolas turned to watch Elrond's eyes again. He was convinced this was the best location, but if his mate was truly opposed then he was willing to go with him and select another.

"Yes, I find it fitting. My fourth elfling is to be half sylvan, the first in my lineage to claim that distinction. What could be more suitable than to be born in what must surely be the heart and soul of this valley. Sometimes I have felt this to be hallowed ground, a place other Elves in Ages past once sought out to gain solace and peace, though its history is lost."

"Nay, no land's history is lost if trees still dwell there. These hemlocks, though, are most reticent. They did not inform me that this was Celebrian's favourite locale." He did not bother to correct Elrond's assumption about their child's heredity. Won't my Sindarin side be a nice surprise.

Elrond gave his youthful mate a bemused smile. "Do you really converse with them? Lindir claims to have the gift but I confess to being highly sceptical for there is no a way to prove or disprove the notion."

"How can you doubt it? If you need proofs I can supply them. I will query them on something that happened long before my arrival here."

"That's not necessary; besides, I know that when you are indoors, your favourite place is my library. There can be little of Imladris' history that you don't know. I'll trust your word." Elrond shook his head, staring up into the heights. It was almost dizzying to do for with Vilya's aid and whatever natural protection this area held, the trees soared toward heaven. They were ancient and majestic, their huge limbs as thick as the trunks of lesser trees, sweeping out in graceful lines to embrace one another. He had no doubt Legolas could move from one to the other without ever leaving the branches or even having to leap through the air. Not something I'll be doing, though. "Is there to be a fine spiral stairway such as the Galadhrim built for Galadriel's home?"

Legolas laughed at that and capered over to one of the oldest and largest of the trees, patting its bark lightly as he would a horse's neck. "Don't you think that defeats the purpose of making our talan inaccessible? It must be impossible to ascend without alerting you or me."

"Am I to climb in and out of it then just like a Wood Elf? I warn you, I have no innate ability in such things," Elrond complained in good humour, just happy to have made Legolas happy, and drew near to his side.

"I will teach you well; I would not risk losing you. Ai! My Naneth would be mortified to have me widowed because my mate fell out of a tree." As he spoke he slowly unwrapped the mysterious article he'd brought, revealing the carved wooden box that held his Ened Ethuil gift to Elrond, a most luridly lascivious grin upending his lips.

"The Garnets," Elrond intoned, imbuing the words with unctuous desire. He reached for Legolas and stole a kiss as he took away the box. "Ceryn o Cabor," he said and smiled in satisfaction when the latch sprung open, revealing the cleverly made pleasure toy. The garnets had been worked into four lightly faceted spheres of graduated size linked to a fine mithril chain. Elrond loved inserting them deep inside Legolas' arse and relished the sight of the archer on hands and knees, the tail of the chain dangling down between his legs, trembling as he awaited penetration. He wasn't averse to having Legolas shove them inside him, either, and found the sensation as they were slowly withdrawn enhanced his orgasm immensely. Sometimes it was hard to decide which of them should go first.

There would be no uncertainty this morning. Legolas kicked off his shoes, fanned out the blanket, and knelt upon it. In no time he stripped off his tunic and shirt, casting theme haphazardly away, and unfastened his leggings. He shimmied out of them and threw them onto the small pile, settling on his side. He reclined with his rump angled provocatively in Elrond's direction, propped his head on his hand and drew one leg up toward his chest the better to expose everything obscured beneath it. His blue eyes glittered as his mate's gaze transfixed there. "Join me." The sultry invitation sweltered in the heat of his longing.

Elrond said nothing as he pounced on the naked body, eagerly smoothing one hand up the thighs to caress the supple arse, the garnets clenched in the fist of the other. He leaned down to kiss the jutting hip and abruptly inserted the largest ball, thrilling to see Legolas jerk in response as a sharp breath left his lungs. He pushed it in more, easing the ruddy globe deeper until the second one brushed the heel of his hand. Carefully he eased his fingers out and pressed against it to force it past the anus, tightly drawn again. He heard Legolas grunt as the intrusion proceeded, unable to refrain from an instinctive need to expel the foreign objects. Elrond dealt quickly with that by reaching between the tense legs and stroking the rigid erection he found there.

"So hard already, Aearen. You're eager today." He smiled as the azure eyes met his and crawled over the recumbent frame to lavish a kiss on parted and panting lips, for Legolas hadn't enough air to respond. By then the third ball was poised for entry and Elrond sent it through, feeling the muscles dragging it inward until the final, smallest gem disappeared inside and only the gleaming mithril chain revealed their presence.

Elrond sat back a bit to enjoy the sight better. Legolas had shifted, resting chest down upon his elbows, hands gripping the blanket with dire strength, forehead leaning against the ground as his golden hair cascaded forward and hid his features. He was trembling under the strain of holding in the spheres and a fine sheen of sweat testified to the mingled pleasure and discomfort. Elrond moved closer and settled his hands about the narrow waist, lifting up so Legolas could get his knees under him, parting the strong legs and soothing a tantalising touch over the quivering muscles, just feathering the tips of his fingers over the scrotum.

The contact made Legolas gasp and he shivered in anticipation, now propped on hands and knees, elbows locked to maintain stability, staring over his shoulder.

Elrond's attention was fixed on the aroused genitals, mesmerised as he dipped two fingers inside the second opening, vivid images of his cock sliding into the slippery cavity filling his mind. He withdrew and wrapped the digits around Legolas' shaft, stroking slowly, finally turning yearning eyes upon his beloved, a look of intense lust and an almost gloating triumph shining in the grey depths.
Legolas shuddered and licked his lips, knowing then he was going to be tormented into ecstasy by the sweetest and slowest means. He wanted to thrust into the tight grip around his penis but found it difficult to do while so full. He could but rock a bit and even that set the chain to swinging; the sensation as it drifted against his skin a ticklish precursor of pleasures to come.

"Ai, Nín'ódhel, the things you…" he couldn't finish, struggling for breath and exhaling a plaintive moan as the pressure left his aching cock. The next instant Elrond was before him, lifting his chin to partake of his mouth as fingers, rich with the musky scent of his arousal, worked their way through his hair to fondle a sensitive ear.

"I know you like it, Aearen," the reply was laced with smug satisfaction. He began to slowly undress, casting off his tunic but not the shirt, working with painstaking sloth upon the ties of his leather leggings. "I know how you much you like it when I mount you, the initial thrust of this big Noldorin cock always makes you gasp and tremble." Elrond had the pants open and smiled for Legolas' sight was fixed upon the gaping triangle where a hint of dark hair and ruddy flesh could be seen. He moved his hand inside with a long, low groan, caressing his restrained erection with steady, seductive touches. He moaned again and knelt down in front of Legolas. "You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes!" Legolas panted out, nodding vigourously as he lifted glittering eyes to Elrond's.

"Good. Open wide." Elrond eased the leggings lower on his hips and allowed his erection freedom, cupping his sac and drawing forth the heavy balls, too. He stroked himself as he palmed the weighty glands and hummed out a decadent note of pleasure as he watched Legolas' reaction. The archer was fixated on the weeping red tip, breath harsh and fast; he licked his lips and lifted his gaze to meet Elrond's.

It was the invitation the Lore-master had been waiting for and he smiled, shuffling closer as he bent his penis forward. He grasped Legolas' chin to angle the mouth higher, eagerly inserting his erection between the parted lips. Immediately, hot wet suction drew him deeper and a silky tongue danced around his shaft. Elrond bucked into the confinement, delighted to see most of the organ disappear inside the archer's mouth. He pulled against the vacuum, relishing the resistance and the tight press of slippery red flesh against his slit. It was their shared signal that Legolas was ready and with a shout of delight Elrond drove back in. His rhythm was quick, pivoting back and forth in short, swift thrusts, all the while squeezing and caressing the archer's ear.

Legolas voiced a series of soft calls against the solid intrusion, trusting Elrond not to push too far or too fast. They had established what worked long ago and this was often the way Elrond chose to start their love-making: coming down his throat with a victorious shout. Today was no different and Legolas worked to bring his mate to completion, for it was the next stage that catered to his needs and desires. He let his tongue swirl over the seeping glans on Elrond's next retreat and could feel the ripple of pleasure that coursed through the swollen flesh. In two more shoves the first salty hint of semen pelted the roof of his mouth and then a burst of the bitter essence filled his mouth. With practised skill he swallowed it down whilst gently tickling the sensitive orifice from whence it flowed, heart surging with love to hear Elrond sound his name in obvious approval. Motion ceased and the penis was withdrawn, still nearly as firm and hot as before, and Elrond flopped down on the blanket, breathing hard and smiling as he leaned in and kissed the lips that had tendered such adoring pleasure.

"Aearen. Legolas, my beloved." He whispered out, sitting back enough to focus on the deep blue eyes. "How I love you; nay, that word is not sufficient. Need and want and devotion are all mixed, combined into something else. What words are there to describe what I feel when we are together? How do I explain that you have made me more than I was before? Your soul and mine together are indescribably beautiful. I wish I knew how to say it properly."

"There is nothing lacking in your description, Nín'ódhel. You're right; this is not something so easy to express. What we share is as close to sacred as Elven souls are permitted. Indeed, we become greater than the Powers and more like unto Iluvatar, for only in this state are we creators."

"Aye," Elrond grinned, gave his mate a quick peck on the lips and rolled to his back. In seconds he scooted between the rigidly trembling arms, licking across smooth, creamy skin as he went, until he reached the navel. He kissed the little pouch there, for Legolas was no longer flat as a board, gently petting heaving sides and tickling the Wood Elf's underarms. "How is tinu mín?" He couldn't resist sliding lower in order to graze his lips across the erection poised just beneath the belly.

"Ai!" Legolas had expected that tantalising lick but it sent a thrill through him nonetheless. "He is well and content, beloved. I am not so content."

"No? Why is that, Aearen?"

"You have just touched on the reason, as well you know. Let me demonstrate." Legolas dipped his head lower and leaned forward to reach the Elven Lord's cock, still erect and getting harder by the second, bestowing a demure little smooch on its tip. The organ bobbed up for more as Elrond laughed and landed a playful bite on a bare thigh. "Come out from there if that's the best you have to offer," Legolas commanded, giving every impression he was about to rise from his submissive position.

"All right!" That spurred Elrond into action and he hastily wriggled from under the tempting body. He sat up and removed his boots, throwing them away without concern, discarding his shirt as he continued. "Don't move a muscle, Aearen. I promise I have much more to give you." He whipped off the leggings at last and swooped in for another kiss, almost wishing Legolas' hands were free to roam through his hair. The mental image made him groan and he sundered the oral connection in order to let his fingers explore the silky, golden mane. "Valar, I love having you like this. Have you kept the gems inside?" To learn the answer he hurried around to the sylvan's rear, finding one red stone had slipped out and the next only just inside the tight ingress. "Tch! You're to let me pull them free. No matter, in it goes." With that he pressed the two jewels deeper, excited as strong muscles gripped his invading fingers and Legolas strained to remain compliant.

"Nín'ódhel!"

"Hmmm?" Elrond knew Legolas could not hold this pose indefinitely; his limbs were already shaking under the tension. He took up the trailing chain and used the small ring on its end to trace graceful spirals over the fleshy mounds. The other hand found its way to the archer's cock and casually stroked it. Elrond shifted closer, positioning himself for penetration so that his penis pressed against the anus. He watched as Legolas peered over his shoulder, wide-eyed and questioning, and for a moment or two Elrond considered plunging in behind the garnets, thrusting them deeper and deeper, the chain and the last gem rubbing on his shaft. He grunted, finding it hard to resist the impulse to try it, but that was not something they'd discussed and Elrond didn't want to hurt Legolas, physically or emotionally.

"You want to be fucked," he whispered, changing his stance and letting go of the rigid erection, kissing the small of Legolas' back as his fingers again intruded into the second opening, rocking softly against the sylvan's arse.

"Aye, what are you waiting for? I need you in me now!" Legolas abruptly pushed back and bumped Elrond's cock with his rear as if seeking to impale himself. He sent an accusing glare over his shoulder. "Do not deny me."

"Nay, Legolas, nay. I could never, never," Elrond reassured, fondling the soft sac and the tender balls inside. He smiled as that made Legolas quiver all over and a small, mewing complaint fled his lips. He waited no longer, guiding himself into the slippery cavity, penetrating gradually with steady, forceful pressure until he could feel the mithril chain against his crotch. The press of the garnets against his penis was distinct, each one's faceted surface unique, the first and largest verily capping his cock. Every thrust would drive his glans into it and Elrond shuddered in expectation of the pleasure that would furnish. It was going to be a glorious orgasm and he wanted Legolas to share it.

He held still, though, wondering if he was demanding too much, for he would not be able to remove the garnets in this position. He would need to take Legolas again, facing him, in order to do that and then he always like to fuck the loosened anal canal once the balls were pulled out and Legolas was reduced to a limp and gasping heap. "Is it all right like this?"

Legolas gave a long, low sigh and shivered, his head bowed and every nerve alive in anticipation, waiting for the motion to start. He could not reply in words and nodded twice emphatically. Ai Valar, if Elrond didn't start moving he would go mad with this burning need.

He needn't have worried for his patience was rewarded almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind. Elrond retreated and then rushed forward, slamming against his arse with a loud slap, an equally voluble cry leaving his lungs as he did. The garnets, drawn down with the motion, ground back inside and rubbed against the walls of his bowels. He had only felt so completely filled when the twins took him jointly and he found comfort in the sensation as well as excitement. Elrond's lunges grew more potent and yet failed to reach that internal point of exhilaration. Legolas wanted more; he wanted to see stars.

"Ai, Nín'ódhel, saes. Deeper, beloved, deeper," he struggled to make his wishes comprehensible, urgently spreading his knees further apart to emphasise his desire.

Elrond growled, a raw, victorious noise, as he gripped tight to the slender hips and adjusted his angle slightly. He'd been waiting for that intense plea of decadent desperation, holding back until Legolas begged. Now he relented, driving unerringly against the hidden gland, rejoicing to see he'd scored a direct hit on the first attempt, for the sylvan archer's whole body jerked and his head arched backwards, flaxen hair trailing down his back as his fingers dug into the blanket and gripped the soft, mossy soil beneath it. He gave a short sharp cry as Elrond pulled back for another penetrating incursion and the Elven Lord exulted.

"Like that, maethor nín?" he husked out, ramming his cock home again and again. He expected no answer and was soon incapable of recalling the query himself, for if the archer was lost in ecstasy the Noldorin Lord was adrift in pure bliss. Without conscious thought he reached beneath the perfect body he had claimed and gripped the straining erection, pumping in concert with his escalating thrusts. The combined stimuli quickly brought the younger Elf to the edge of completion and Elrond gladly joined him there, sinking his teeth into a shoulder blade as he felt his seed begin to crest. It was beyond his mate's ability to hold back and they exploded together, Legolas collapsing beneath the suddenly heavy weight above him, gratefully slumping into the comfort of their mingled bodies.

They were quiet, if heaving lungs and pounding hearts are quiet. In time, Elrond withdrew and sat up, a warm smile filling his spirit and eyes as he languidly massaged his woodland mate's exhausted body. He bent low again and kissed the tooth-marked bruise, shifting aside sweaty tresses to press his lips against the nape of the neck and around to the pulsing vein. His smile grew as a sigh of absolute trust fled his beloved and Legolas turned to grin back, groggy and hazy in the afterglow of their gratifying exertions.

"Was lovely, Nín'ódhel," he whispered and pillowed his cheek upon his crossed arms. He shimmied a little and gave a soft groan for the pressure of the garnets reasserted itself over his awareness.

"Aye. Every time with you is wondrous, Legolas. We're not done, though, so rest a bit. Are you thirsty?" A short nod and a brief glimpse of blue before the lazy lids lowered sent Elrond away to the pool. He filled his cupped hands to the brim and hastened to bring the rejuvenating fluid to his mate's parched lips before the water seeped through his fingers. He loved taking care of Legolas afterwards. Too young to have learned how to pace himself, Legolas gave everything and let the sensations rip through him like a gale. Their love-making left him spent and placid for hours, especially sessions like this when they used their naughty toys. There was no doubt the archer preferred the garnets but he was willing to let Elrond use other means to enhance their pleasure also. With that thought, Elrond sought for the box just to see if anything else was inside, searching the velvet fabric until he heard a soft snickery giggle and looked up to find Legolas watching.

"What are you seeking?" he asked playfully, easing over on his side, awkward because of the jewels deeply seated up his arse.

"These," answered Elrond, holding up a small velvet pouch. He opened the drawstring and withdrew a set of mithril nipple clamps embellished with garnet chips and tiny green emeralds. What he really wished was that the garnets were set in studs that pierced the archer's tight little pink buds clean through, but he wasn't sure how such an idea would be taken and hadn't brought it up.

The clamps were fun in their own rights, for the pair were connected by a chain which formed a 'T', the long portion ending in an ingenious ring made just the right size to encircle the root of his cock. It was hinged and had a secure clasp so Elrond could get it over the engorged penis without needing to be lax; a detail that filled him with pride when he thought of Legolas considering this indication of his stamina and embarrassment when he imagined the conversation his lover must have had with Aegas Mírdan. Once he had the clamps in place on Legolas and the ring firmly anchored around his shaft, he had no trouble forgetting his chagrin. Nonetheless, Elrond was concerned for there were only a few positions that were comfortable to Legolas when the garnets and the clamps were used together. Being outside, there was a decided lack of furniture to use for support and nothing in the way of cushioning. He wondered how Wood Elves got around such limitations.

"Well, are you going to stare at them or use them?" inquired Legolas impatiently for the gems were not getting any easier to contain as time progressed.

"Aye, no need to get testy, Aearen. I am only trying to be considerate of your comfort."

"Most gracious of you, my love, but I don't see the dilemma. It's perfectly clear to me how to proceed."

"Enlighten me, Pen Vallen."

"I'll roll to my back; you'll get to your knees. The rest should be obvious."

"Nay, lying that way hurts when the garnets are inside," Elrond spoke from experience, for they'd mistakenly attempted that position before and Legolas had howled in agony and quickly thrown Elrond off him. He'd been bruised inside and removing the gems had been torture instead of pleasure. The Elven Lord wanted no repeat of that.

"Not if we take precautions and you hold me up," countered Legolas. He smirked at his mate's speculative expression. "That is, if you think you're able to pleasure me and keep me off the ground at the same time."

"Is that a challenge, Aearen?" Elrond grinned at the devilish snicker that accompanied his beloved sylvan's lascivious leer. Legolas reached down and began stroking himself, for he was just beginning to get aroused again. The sight was highly erotic and maddeningly tempting, for Elrond wanted nothing so much as to tear that hand away and replace it with his mouth. He swallowed hard and turned his attention back to the flushed, dreamy countenance regarding him. "It's obvious you've given this quite a lot of thought. Perhaps you'd care to instruct me?"

"Of course, Nín'ódhel. We Wood Elves know lots of ways to achieve satisfaction without big wooden beds or conveniently located desks, bookshelves, tables, or assorted chairs of varying style and comfort."

"Indeed?"

"Oh yes, many methods and even some particularly stimulating types of furniture I have noticed the Noldorin Elves here have absolutely no knowledge of whatsoever. It is my dearest hope that someone form my homeland will see fit to present me with a wedding gift in the form of one of these articles."

"You intrigue me; tell me more."

"Nay, I shall wait and save that for another day. I am more interested in feeling these garnets sliding out of me while you are sliding in. Put the clamps on me, beloved, and come closer so I may shackle your cock."

Elrond was at his side in a second, plucking and kneading the erect ruby points as Legolas twitched and writhed in delight. Once they were hard and darkly coloured, Elrond carefully applied the pincers and gave a quick tug to make sure they were secure. Legolas' back flexed up off the ground and his toes curled tight, a look of pure elation flashing through his eyes. He eased back to rest on his elbow, bending one leg at the knee to ease some of the pressure from his arse and the garnets within.

"Now you," he huffed out when he was able to draw enough breath for speech, reaching one long arm to grasp the engorged cock sprouting from his mates' crotch. In seconds he had the ring clamped tight and tugged on the chain to make sure it was not too loose, smirking at Elrond's grunt as his shaft jerked forward. Elrond came closer on hands and knees and covered him, leaning down to claim his mouth, fingers trailing across the jewel-studded clamps, and Legolas moaned, half-flinching and half-leaning into the subtle touch that set his nipples throbbing. "Need you," he whispered, breaking from Elrond's dominating kiss just long enough to get the words out, fisting his hands in the long black hair curtained around his face.

"Aearen, this will hurt you just the same as before," Elrond relinquished his command of the sylvan's lips and searched his eyes, confused and somewhat frightened. He hated to make Legolas feel real pain, having witnessed too much of it during the lengthy recovery from the battle with the Orcs.

"Nay, not like this. You must lift me up, let my legs rest on your shoulders. I can brace myself with my arms. Now do you see?" Legolas felt quite proud to have thought this up on his own, considering Elrond had so much more experience. He had noticed the Noldorin Lord's reluctance to try anything that might even hint of discomfort for him and hoped to overcome this over-scrupulous solicitude.

Well, perhaps the idea was not entirely his own; Lindir had one or two very interesting books in his personal library and was not shy of answering whatever questions Legolas might have. In this position, Lindir had explained, Legolas would not only have control over when the garnets were pulled free but would do the pulling himself.

Elrond gazed at him in wonder, thoroughly pleased and highly aroused to have this suggestion come from Legolas. Yet he was still worried about the strain to Aearen's neck and looked about for something to give support. In short order he gathered up their clothes and rolled them into a thick mass of fabric, placing the make-shift pillow at the base of Legolas' scull.

They shared adoring smiles packed with lustful anticipation as Elrond resumed his place between the archer's legs, carefully lifting them. Legolas rocked back onto his shoulders and stabilised his position, all of his lower body suspended above the blanket, the chain between his nipples and Elrond's cock exquisitely taut. Silent agreement passed through their locked gazes and Elrond shuffled closer, his penis finding its way unerringly, and as soon as the silky heat of the vaginal walls closed around its head he lost control, lunging with all his strength into that luxurious confinement.

"Ai, Legolas!" he shouted, relishing the deep penetration and the added friction from the hidden gems. As he pulled out, the motioned snapped the chain tight again and now it was Legolas who cried out, his head dropping backwards as the shock travelled through him. That only added to Elrond's elation; he tried to come nearly all the way out on the next motion, watching as the ruddy bits of sensitive flesh on Legolas' chest were pulled and stretched, delighted to make Legolas wail and thrash in wanton enthralment.

As for the Wood Elf, it was like nothing he'd ever known, for Elrond never missed his sweet spot and the rapid, repeated, yanking at his breasts was an incessant source of delicious, aching torment. When he felt his mate's hand encircle his cock he thought he must go mad in a frenzy of passionate abandon. Cautiously Legolas manoeuvred his hand lower, lifting his body closer, feeling for the chain that was dancing against his skin. It was taxing to do while keeping the right distance between his nipples and Elrond's cock, so to reap the strongest sensation from the pounding intrusion. At last his fingers closed around the mithril tail and at the next thrust he pulled. The smallest garnet popped free and the others slid down and both Elves screamed.

Their vision fused in erotic amazement and Elrond found new energy surging through him as he continued his forceful penetration. He realised Legolas would spill as the next ball was extracted and decided to prevent it. Despite the woebegone groan of protest, he clamped tight to the rigid penis and held firm, pumping his own shaft as deeply as possible, anticipating another rush when the third gem stroked him from tip to base as Legolas drew it out. He wasn't disappointed and, though his mate was silent this time, Elrond felt the tremor that ran through him.

Then Elrond knew he wouldn't be able to restrain himself any more than Legolas could. As so often happened, something about fusing with this elf's lithe, lean body, this sylvan soul, practically turned his heart inside out and laid all his emotions bare. It was intoxicating and exhilarating and he was powerless against the drive to achieve completion. His pace quickened and became more erratic, jolting as the second ball slowly came free. He started pumping Legolas' cock frantically; he would come as the last ball exited and they had to spill together.

They did, though what Legolas had to contribute was less than a trickle. It didn't matter. In the aftermath, Elrond found himself bent nearly double, his forehead resting against a muscular thigh which he kissed between efforts to catch his breath. He was reluctant to separate, for the union was a comfort beyond the excitement of orgasm. He felt safe with Legolas, and while the thought surprised him, Elrond could not deny its truth. Gently he settled the lax limbs upon the ground, smiling as Legolas exhaled a great sigh and flopped flat on his back. Next he unfastened the ring and carefully collected the chain as he moved to lie beside his love. The clamps were removed quickly, for it was always painful, and the Elven Lord spent several minutes softly soothing the inflamed flesh with doting licks and the lightest kisses he could impress, all the while whispering endearments and stroking the little bulge just beneath Legolas' navel.

At last he gathered his Wood Elf close, content to quench his desire for anal penetration until later. Elrond rolled to his back, cradling Legolas against his chest, relishing the soft sighing breath that drifted over his sweaty skin and gave him little chills. He stroked the damp hair and tightly wrapped an arm around the svelte waist, dreamily aware and pleased at the tangled picture they must present to the birds and the trees and the sky above. Elrond laughed at this childish image but it pleased him to have had it. Only with Legolas could he allow himself to be happy and at peace, as a child was with his parents, simply and purely because of the love poured over him and him alone. He believed that if he could do it, he would merge completely with Legolas, body and soul, and take up permanent residence inside that heart and its unlimited capacity for devotion.

"What?" Legolas asked, not able to lift his head to look at Elrond; his eyes were almost closed anyway and he hadn't energy enough to open them. He felt the swift pressure of lips atop his head and smiled, snuggling closer, though it was truly not possible.

"Nothing. I have just been thinking how right you were. This is the perfect place. I've never felt so secure and at ease and utterly content as I do right now."

"Mmmm. Good."

"Our babe is lucky to have you for his parent. Love like yours is a rare gift, Aearen. How am I to match it?"

"What nonsense," Legolas shook his head a bit. "You're already a wonderful father and tinu mín feels the strength of your love increasing every day."

Elrond smiled, pleased by Legolas' confident reply, and squeezed his beloved Wood Elf tighter, burying his nose in the tangle of golden locks, inhaling the scent he'd so come to adore, silently thanking whatever Powers were responsible for this unexpected happiness, overwhelmed to know it would endure throughout every instant of time until every last star was extinguished.

TBC

~ ~ Glossary ~ ~

Dor Eden Cuil: Place of New Life

Ceryn o Cabor: frog's balls

tinu mín: our little star

maethor nín: my warrior

Pen Vallen: Golden One

NOTE: Thanks to Kathy who let me know of a time discrepancy I missed in all the editing. Hopefully, it makes a little more sense now for Mithrandir and the twins to be gone already. As usual, voluminous quantities of words were typed and saved and cut and store away elsewhere. It seems to be the way this story has developed, almost from the start, even though I know what is going to happen and when it is going to happen. There will be a link for all the 'deleted scenes' added to the menu at the bottom of the page, in case you're ever curious as to what gets dropped. The Wedding and Legolas vs. Denethor will be moved into that section, so if you no longer see the link for them that's where they've gone.

What did I accomplish? I hope I've started sorting Erestor out. I also hope it is clear that Legolas is a bit more assertive and sure of himself. More revelations about sylvan ways were revealed and of course there is the terrible break between Elrond and his people. Though they are improving, our happy couple still have a few communication problems, for Elrond simply refuses to discuss the situation with Legolas, believing it would be too great a strain on him and their growing babe. At the same time, Legolas wants to fix things and is not above going behind Elrond's back to do it, even reaching out for help from Erestor.

Elrond is really enjoying his vacation from being Lord of Imladris, devoting all his time to his mate. Hope folks enjoyed the image of Elrond the Hunter. ;-) There are lots of hints of things to come scattered throughout, partly because some of the text was edited out and now the references to it are rather vague in places. I hope it isn't too confusing.
For those waiting for more Balrog, I hit a snag and it took some working out to fix. Hoping to get that done soon now. For those waiting for another Feud update, I have to admit it is very hard to go from the grim scenes in that story to the lighter feeling in these other two. It is also hard to switch back and forth from one story to another because the fabric of their backdrops is so different. It is easy to slip into the style of one when writing another. Keeping them separate is much more difficult than I thought it would be. I will keep plugging away, however, and greatly appreciate your patience and understanding.

Finally, thanks to one and all still reading and enjoying the story!

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