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Title: Dark Journey - Part I
Type: FPS
Author: Vair� (vaire@donnesys.com)
Rating: NC17

Pairings:
Erestor/Thranduil, Erestor/Lindir, Legolas/Haldir/Syshae(OMC),
Legolas/Haldir/Syshae/Anaria(OFC), Thranduil/Sauron
Warning: non-con, abuse, usual
graphic NC-17 sex
Disclaimer: I worship at the JRRT altar. I
make no claim to any of the characters except Syshae. Lysan owns Anaria and the
Sundancers. I make no money from this, so don�t bother to sue�you�ll only get
hairballs the cat hacked up.

Summary:
Companion story to Nightstar. Read that first or you�ll be very confused from
part III on. This is Legolas� story. It fills in some of the gaps in Nightstar
about what happened to him before and during that tale, and also adds some new
adventures for Legolas, Haldir, and Syshae.
Timeline: Begins with Legolas�
�escape� from his father when he was not quite thirty years old and ends nearly
three years after King Aragorn II Elessar�s death.
Notes: AU. I�ve obviously taken
liberties with Papa Tolkien�s world�such a messing with the twins� birth date
and creating new characters.
Posting: Please ask f.Sapphire eyes roamed over the room, noting the frost-covered
windows and the snapping fires in the two hearths. Indeed a good day to be
inside. Legolas shook his head. Inside was exactly where he would have spent
the entire day, probably fletching more arrows, if Elladan had not made his mad
proposal for a contest. Shivering, now that the excitement of competition had
left him, he moved to a bench closer to one of the fires.
�Lirimaer,� Elrohir handed Legolas a cup of wine and plopped
down beside him.
Legolas blushed. He was not beautiful, or rather, he was too
beautiful for a n�r � slender and lithe, more like a n�s. How he longed to be
more like Glorfindel, or the twins, or any of the other warriors�strong and
muscular, without the overly delicate looking facial bones he was cursed with.
Swinging a leg over the bench so that he straddled it and
faced Legolas, Elrohir continued. �You see, I did return in time for your
naming day, as I promised. Now, as promised, you must tell me, have you taken a
lover yet?�
�What can it matter to you?� Legolas snapped, feeing the
heat rise even further in his cheeks. A hand cupped his chin and turned his
head so that he looked directly at Elrohir. Storm grey eyes, dancing with
mischief, pinned him in place. Legolas knew thin win was up to something.
Elrohiifteifted closer and let his thumb rub softly over
Legolas� lower lip. �So soft, so full, so ripe.� His voice dropped seductively.
�Perhaps I should take you in hand, and teach you the pleasures of the flesh.�
Swallowing hard, Legolas managed to look away, though it was
difficult. He wanted what Elrohir offered. Oh, by the Valar, he wanted it! For
nigh a year, his blood had burner rer release. It grew progressively worse until,
now, it was nigh unbearable. But, much as he wanted this, it was not Elrohir he
wanted. And therein lay the problem. It wasn�t Elrohir, or Elladan, or Galin,
or Marstel, or any of the other neri. Neither was it Merrin�n, or Ethalil, or
Daeria, or any of the other nissi. His body was burning up with need, but there
was not one elf in Imladris who he wanted. Oh, there were many he found
physically attractive, and he liked them well enough, but just not, well, he
didn�t like them that way. Not the way he thought he should.
�Lirimaer?� Elrohir prompted. Scenting possible victory in
Legolas� continued silence, he scooted even closer.
�No,� Legolas said firmly, starting to rise to his feet.
The twin pulled him back down. �S�dh, Legolas. Peace. I am
sorry to tease you to upset.� Elrohir set his cup on a table and regarded the
younger elf soberly. �But you need to deal with this. It was not that long ago
that I experienced this. It onl only get worse.�
�I know,� Legolas responded miserably, �but�it just�I can�t��
Elrohir was his friend and the protective, caring older brother Legolas� own
true brothers hadn�t been. He and Elladan had spent long hours when Legolas
first arrived, drawing him out, teaching him to trust, showing him what
brotherhood and friendship truly meant. They got him into his first scrape that
resulted in Elrond chastising him; that was when he learned that not all
punishment involved being beaten. They showed him how to filch sweets from the
kitchens without getting caught, and how to get into the wine cellar Erestor
guarded so zealously, and how to swim in the icy waters of the Bruinen. Elrohir
was his companion, but this wasn�t something he could talk to the twin about.
It was too, well, personal, and Legolas was still young enough, and inexperienced
enough, and uncomfortable enough with his feelings, that he could not speak of
them.
�Talk to ada,� Elrohir advised, seeing Legolas�s hesitation
and discomfort. �I felt much as I believe you do. He listens well and provides
excellent counsel. He did so for me.�
Elrond. Yes, maybe that was the answer. The Peredhil had
taken Legolas in and treated him no differently that his own blood sons. As far
as Legolas was concerned, Elrond was his father. The beast in Mirkwood
was nothing. Someone produced a harp, prompting shouted requests for a number
of songs. Taking advantage of the distraction, he slipped quietly out the door
into the bitter chill of late afternoon.
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�Ask one you
respect,� Elrond counseled. �One who will treat your request as the honor that
it is, and guide you safely through this rite of passage. Seek one who will not
see you as a potential lover and who you do not see as such.�
�A teacher, then.�
�Nay, a guide. One who will explore with you, yet keep
you safe. One your hr�a is drawn to, but not your f�a.�
There was only one elf in Imladris that fit those
requirements�that he trusted and was drawn to in that manner. After talking to
Elrond, Legolas had considered carefully, and come to that conclusion.
Returning to chamchambers, he bathed and dressed himself carefully, taking
extra care with hraidraids. Now, he stood in the hallway, racked with
uncertainty, hope, and a bit of curiosity. Throwing caution to the winds, he
rapped on the door. After several agonizingly loeconeconds, just when Legolas
was ready to bolt, it opened.
�Legolas?� Glorfindel inquired simply, knowing that
Legolas had longce rce rejected his title and any ties to Mirkwood, and
insisted everyone address him simply by his name rather than as �my lord� or
�my prince.� �What brings you here at this hour? Should you not be in the Hall
of Fire, enjoying the singing, or perhaps preparing for tomorrow?�
Legolas felt the heat rise in his cheeks. In fact,
he felt it rise throughout his body. He cleared his throat nervously. �I would
beg a moment of your time, my lord.�
Glorfindel�s eyebrows rose. Legolas only called him
that on formal occasions with visitors present. He stepped back to allow the
youngster to enter. �I was enjoying a glass of wine and the warmth of a fire.
Saes, join me.�
Too nervous to reply, Legolas nodded. Glorfindel�s private chamber, with its
oversized bed. How many times had he napped there in his first difficult years
in Imladris when he was terrified to be left alone? He managed to make it
across the room without looking at the bed�a feat which he considered
remarkable given the thoughts that had been running through his head since
talking to Elrond�and seat himself in one of the two chairs positioned close to
the hearth.
Glorfindel handed him a goblet of red wine, but when
Legolas made to bring it to his lips, his hand trembled so bad that he feared
spilling it. Deciding discretion�and not looking foolish�was the better part of
valor, he set it on a nearby table. He tried to corral his racing thoughts. He�d
had the words all planned and rehearsed but, now that he was with Glorfindel,
they flew out of his head.
The golden warrior waited quietly, guessing why
Legolas was there and what he would ask.
Shifting uncomfortably in the chair, Legolas managed
a brief look at Glorfindel, but couldn�t maintain eye contact. His blue gaze
roamed desperately around the room, hoping to find some inspiration. �I wanted
to ask a favor.� Legolas cringed. A favor. It sounded like he wanted to borrow
Glorfindel�s favorite comb. Impatience with his own ineptness burned away some
of the nervousness. He rose and strode to the window, looking out into the
darkness. When he turned back, he was more composed, but he still couldn�t meet
the Elda�s eyes. �Tomorrow is my majority. For the lyearyear, I have felt�I
have been feeling�different.�
Careful not to let the smile that threatened show,
Glorfindel nodded sagely. The youngster was so serious, but Glorfindel had seen
others like this. �Your body awakens. Your blood rises and burns. For some, it
happens before their majority; for others, it happens after. Yet, for all, it
is the same. It is irresistible�strange and frightening and fascinating at
once.�
Yes, it was all of those, Legolas acknowledged to
himself. He stole a quick glance at Glorfindel, still seated in the chair.
There was no mockery, only the warrior�s customary calm expression. Maybe he
could do this. �I would ask�I would ask that you take me as your lover for the
night and show me�introduce me�that you�� Thoroughly embarrassed again, Legolas
dropped his gaze to the floor.
Glorfindel rose and moved to stand in front of the
young elf. �Look at me,� he commanded quietly. Slowly, Legolas raised his head.
The Elda rested his palm against Legolas� cheek. �Why do you ask this of me?
Many are younger, less scarred in hr�a and f�a��
�But that�s why I chose you! I mean� You�re not old
and scarred. You�re handsome and brave and caring and I trust you. You won�t
hurt me, and I�m not infatuated with you, and I won�t fall in love with you.�
The words spilled out in a rush.
Glorfindel couldn�t repress a small smile. �You will
not fall in love with me?�
Legolas blushed. �Lord Elrond said that was best as
I did not�as there was no one I desired in that manner. It seemed a good thing
to me, to seek a guide rather than a false relationship, and I know you have
taken male lovers.�
The young elf�s sincerity was obvious. In a strange
way, it pained Glorfindel. Legolas should be impetuous at his age, free and
full of joy, yet, as always, he displayed caution and maturity instead. �It
would be my honor to lead you in your first dance of ecstasy, nin bain. I will
plunder you well, and guide you upon the first steps of the road to pleasure. I
will take from you and give to you, and you will do likewise to me, and we will
both remember the night. Come to me tomorrow, after the feast.�
�Tomorrow? But I thought�I mean�it�well��
Glorfindel
ran the back of his right hand down Legolas�s cheek. �Lirimaer, if you think
that I shall take you now, without time to make certain preparations, you are
mistaken.� Gently, he propelled Legolas to the door. Wrapping his arms around
the young elf, Glorfindel nuzzled the side of his neck until Legolas relaxed
back against him and a half-stifled gasp escaped his lips. Only then did
Glorfindel cease his ministrations. �Come to me tomorrow night, lirimaer.�
Before Legolas could protest, Glorfindel opened the
door and pushed him, gently but firmly, from the room.
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�Aiiii!� Erestor sat
straight up in bed, frantically struggling to disentangle himself from the
sheets. Arms wrapped around him and he fought them too.
�Erestor!� The restraining arms tightened. �Erestor!�
Consciousness returned in full and Erestor collapsed back
against Lindir, shaking violently.
�Meleth nin, �tis gone. You are safe. It can no longer hurt
you. The dream cannot hurt you.� Lindir continued murmuring reassurances until
Erestor�s shaking died away and he lay limply in the warrior�s arms. Stroking
his lover�s dark hair, Lindir waited patiently until Erestor drew in a deep
breath and tried to escape his embrace and sit up. �Not this time, my dark
jewel. In the years since your return from Mirkwood, I have held you when these
dreams plague you. Never have I forced you to tell me of them, but this cannot
continue. It has been more than twenty years; this cannot continue for
eternity. They come to you more frequently. You must share what happened, what
causes them, lest the memory corrode your f�a.�
Surprising Lindir, Erestor broke free and strode in sudden
anger over to the dark window to stare unseeingly out into the night. As he had
in the past, he refused to speak of the dream that haunted him. �I cannot,� his
voice was thick with rage. �Ask this not of me.�
�Would that I did not have to, but I cannot abide to see you
in such torment. You have been much focused on Legolas as his majority grows
nearer. It is as if this has forced your memories to the fore. Why do you not
wish to tell me?�
�I do not wish to relive it.�
�But you live it near every night, lirimaer. Surely to speak
of it would relieve some of your torment. You have hidden it too long already.
Years before now, I should have demanded that you speak of it.�
�Demanded?� Erestor began to pace from thndowndow to the
fireplace and back, tension radiating from his body.
�Ai, demanded. I will not see you suffer this memory alone.
You will tell me of it and we shall no longer have this secret between us. Do I
not guess rightly that you fear this knowledge will in some way lessen my love
for you?�
Erestor stopped suddenly, caught unaware by his lover�s
perception. A shudder racked his body. Valar! and he thought he had hidden
things from Lindir better. Eyes closed, his hands clenched into fists at his
side.
�Lirimaer,� Lindir rose and crossed the room to stroke a
hand down Erestor�s long, silky, black locks, �there is nothing you could tell
me that could change my love for you or my regard for you.�
Lindir wasn�t going to let it go this time, Erestor
realized, the anger draining out of him to be replaced by despair. He wanted to
tell his lover, had wanted to for years, but� The humiliation of what Thranduil
forced him to do that terrible night burned though him again. For Lindir to
know those acts, to know that some tiny part of him had found a perverse
pleasure in them� It was unthinkable. No, he couldn�t do it.
�Meleth-nin.� Lindir turned Erestor, grasping his upper arms
tightly. �I have you. I will not let you go, no matter what you reveal. You are
my dark jewel that I prize above all else. You will tell me of this memory for
I will not release you until you have done so.�
A balrog! Erestor wished desperately. Send a balrog to
attack Imldris and distract Lindir! Send a thousand wandering minstrels to call
for a contest! Send Lord Elrond with an urgent summons! Send�
�Erestor,� Lindir said warningly>
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There was no getting out of it. There was also no question
of lying to Lindir; his lover always knew when he tried. His life was over.
Lindir would be repulsed and reject him, would never touch him again, never
hold him again, never look at him without abhorrence in his eyes. Valar! how he
loathed that foul, orc-spawned, thrice-damned Thranduil.
�Now, Erestor,� Lindir commanded. �Tell me.�
Giving in to the inevitable, Erestor swallowed hard and
accepted his dire fate. He would tell Lindir, but he couldn�t look at the
minstrel, couldn�t bear to witness love and desire turn to loathing. Wrenching free, he returned to staring out
the window. �The King led me to his chambers�� Hesitantly, his whole body
burning with shame, Erestor related to Lindir the events of his night with the
King of Mirkwood.
Dawn was close when Erestor finished, but never once had
Lindir faltered. He moved to embrace his dark jewel close. �Thank you,
meleth-nin,� he said quietly and placed a chaste kiss on the counselor�s
shoulder.
�You�you do not loathe me?� Erestor couldn�t believe Lindir
had even heard him out, much less that he hadn�t stormed from the room after
pronouncing Erestor unspeakably vile.
Lindir sighed. �You, who are so wise in counsel, are
abysmally dense at times. How would I loathe you for your sacrifice to save two
lives? What the king did was abhorrent, but you are not. Would a warrior
account a scar of import, if he acquired it in such a cause? Nay, he would not.
He would bear it proudly. Your scar is emotional, but it is the same.�
Erestor considered the words carefully. There was only
sincerity in Lindir�s voice. Tentatively, he looked back over his shoulder at
the blonde for the first time since beginning to speak. �You are not angry with
me�that I��
�That your body responded at some point? Should I also grow
angry at the rain or the snow or Anor for rising? Our wishes cannot rule
nature, my dear counselor, however much we desire it so.�
�But you are not upset. Not��
�I am upset meleth-nin, but I have long suspected something
of this nature was behind your nightmares and have had time to temper my
anger.�
�You guessed? But how?�
Lindir smiled. �When you first returned from Mirkwood, you
were unnaturally reticent when we lay together�most unlike yourself. You tried
to pass it off as weariness from the journey and grief over Amari� and worry
for Legolas, but it was fear I saw in your eyes and felt in your trembling
body. It waned, but the nightmares started. I wished for you to confide in me,
to trust in our love. So I held you and comforted you time after time. Tonight,
I could wait no longer. I will not see you suffer so. Would that I had done
this before.�
Shame flooded Erestor. Shame that he hadn�t trusted Lindir.
�Never again, meleth-nin, will I keep something from you,� he vowed.
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Elladan shoved a gobleto Leo Legolas� hand. �Here, brother.
Drink.�
�What is it?� Legolas regarded it suspiciously.
�You wound me brother! Such mistrust in unfounded and ill
becomes��
�Such mistrust well becomes one who has fallen victim to
your ks bks before.� Legolas set the goblet aside firmly. �No. I have no desire
to suddenly see purple dragons flying about the room, or pass out in my seat
and slide ingloriously to the floor, or lose control of my tongue, or
experience any other of the torments I have seen you visit on others.�
Laughing, Elrohir finished braiding Legolas� golden hair.
��Tis only miruvor, brought fresh from ada�s private stock. A toast to start
the festivities.�
�No,� Legolas insisted. �It may indeed be from there, but
can you swear it made no stops, such as in your rooms for the addition of some
ingredients, before it arrived here? This day shall be difficult enough without
making a fool of myself.�
The twins sobered. �Why difficult?� Elrohir asked. ��Tis
your naming day. You will be the center of attention.�
�Ai, that is the problem. You know I am not comfortable with
such. I wish I could have no feast. The others have been bad enough, but this
being my majority�� The golden prince sighed heavily. He truly wanted nothing
more than to wake up and it would be morning, and the whole day would have
passed unnoticed.
Elladan tossed a pair of ankle-high, soft leather boots to
Legolas. �Be that as it may, you must attend. Erestor and ada would be hurt if
you ran away�and likely send Glorfindel to drag you back.�
Grimacing at the thought of Glorfindel dragging him back
like a naughty elfling, Legolas pulled on the boots, stood, squared his
shoulders, schooled his features to calm, and walked to the door.
Entering the Great Hall, Legolas was keenly aware that every
gaze in the room was directed at him. Orc farts and warg feces! he thought to
himself, using one of Erestor�s favorite oaths. He wished he was anywhere on
Arda rather than where he was. He wished he wasn�t a prince, even an exiled
one, because then his majority wouldn�t be such an occasion. He wished the
ground would open and swallow him. He wished he would open his eyes and wake up
to find it all a dream. He wished�
�Legolas!� Elladan hissed in his ear, startling him.
Legolas realized he�d been standing in the entryway for far
too long. He blushed, hoping no one would think he was trying to make a grand
entrance, but held his head high as he moved to the lord�s table and took his
place, as the guest of honor, to Elrond�s right. Since Celebrian sailed for
Valinor, the seat had no permanent occupant and was reserved for the guest of
honor. Elrohir sat to Legolas� right, and Elladan took his place on the far
side of Erestor, who sat to Elrond�s left.
Conversation resumed and the babble of voices rose until
Legolas had to strain to hear anyone beyond Elrohir and Elrond. The Lord of
Imladris gestured and servants brought out the first course�chestnut soup with
sorrel. Poached quail eggs followed that, then trout, then a flavored ice to
cleanse the palate. Oohs and aahs went up when a procession of servants entered
bearing a suckling pig, roast boar, and braces of showshoe hares. Wine flowed
freely but, mindful of what lay in store for him later that night, Legolas
sipped sparingly. Although calming his jangling nerves with copious amounts of
the rich red liquid sounded tempting, he would need his wits about him and
Glorfindel certainly wouldn�t take kindly to introducing a drunken young elf to
carnal pleasure. He also ate sparingly, although he couldn�t tell whether it
was anticipation or trepidation that knotted his stomach.
Before the desserts were served, Elrond rose. Gradually,
everyone fell silent. Legolas took a firm grip on his nerves. He could do this.
He knew what he wanted to say; he just hoped he remembered the words when it
was his turn.
�Legolas has reached his majority this day. Though he is not
the son of my blood, he is the son of my heart. I am honored to stand as his
father.� Elrond turned to look at Legolas and raised his goblet. �To Legolas!�
The guests responded with cheers and shouted salutations.
Legolas raised his goblet in return as he rose from his seat. �My Lord Elrond,
much have you given me�my life, encouragement, love, respect�and much have I
learned here�loyalty, courage, honor, friendship. Thank you, ada.� With his
goblet still raised, Legolas moved his arm to indicate all the elves in the
Hall. �Thank you. I am honored to dwell in and call Imladris home.�
Shouts of approval greeted his words as the guests raised
their goblets in a salute and then drank deeply. Stifling a sigh of relief,
Legolas sat back down, thanking the Valar he hadn�t forgotten the words, or
stumbled over them, or spilled his wine.
Elrohir draped an arm across the blonde�s shoulder and
leaned close. �Well done, pen-neth.�
Legolas kicked him in the shin just as the smirking twin
took a swallow of wine, causing Elrohir to nearly choke.
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Grimacing at his reflection in the mirror, Legolas untied
his last braid and smoothed out his hair. With it unbound, his features
appeared even more delicate than normal. He looked like a n�s on her virgin
night. Well tol told himself wryly, you are. It�s your virgin night anyway, and
anyone seeing only your face might well mistake you for a n�s. Running his
hands over his chest, and down to his sinewy thighs, he took comfort in the
thought that the rest of his body was totally, obviously, masculine. Examining
his reflection again, he sighed and hoped Glorfindel wouldn�t be too
disappointed in him. Not for the first time, or even the one hundredth, he
cursed the tradition that demanded he go to his first lover with unbound hair
as a symbol of his innocence. If only he was allowed to wear his warrior�s
braids, he would have more confidence.
Ithil rode high in the night sky. Time he was off. Legolas
didn�t want to keep Glorfindel waiting, but he didn�t want to appear too eager,
and, after all, the Elda hadn�t specified a time. He drained the remains of the
small cup of miruvor he had allowed himself and left his chambers.
Once more, Legolas stood before the familiar doors of
Glorfindel�s chambers, conflicting emotions churning within him: eagerness,
desire, trepidation, nervousness. This is what you want, what you need, he told
himself. Taking a deep breath, he rapped on the door. It opened after a moment,
revealing Glorfindel. The golden warrior�s appearance was so at odds with what
he expected that Legolas felt his jaw drop.
Glorfindel chuckled. �Surely you expected me to be here?�
�Ai�but�you�your braids�not�� Legolas blushed.
�You do not like my hair unbound?�
�Ai!� Legolas nodded vigorously. �Very much, but I did not
expect� I mean��
Another chuckle. �Tonight I am not a warrior set on
mastering or dominating you. Although you may learn to enjoy that later,
tonight I am but your guide to the pleasures of the flesh. We come together not
as master and slave, but as guide and seeker.�
Strangely comforted by the words, Legolas nodded and smiled
shyly as he stepped past Glorfindel into the outer room. He stopped suddenly in
astonishment and gazed about the space. Candles and firelight flickered,
casting dancing shapes on the walls. The light was low, allowing shadows to
cloak the corners, and creating a mysterious air. Subtle scents of pine and
jasmine drifted on the air. Furniture had been moved and furs and pillows
placed before the fireplace. Beside them sat a silver ewer of water, one of red
wine, and two goblets. There was also a tray of food: fruit, bits of meat,
clotted cream, and two covered dishes.
Legolas felt Glorfindel move close behind him.
�Lesson one.�
Breath tickled against Legolas� ear as Glorfinspokspoke in a
low, rich voice.
�This is not simply about sex, although that too, has its
place. This is about pleasure and pleasure is a feast for the senses: sight,
sound, smell, taste, touch.�
Fingers traced down Legolas� sides, causing him to shiver.
�There is much I would teach you, if it is still your
desire.�
If it was still his desire? Legolas thought he had misunderstood
the words at first. He had asked Glorfindel� Why would the blonde think� Had he
done something wrong? Hands lifted his hair, pulling it back over his
shoulders. Lips brushed his ear as Glorfindel whispered against it.
�I feel your tension. It is not necessary. Release it. I
merely wish to confirm this is what you want. �Tis too important to be treated
lightly. I am honored that you ask this of me and much look forward to guiding
you, I a I ask you one last time to speak your desire that I may be sure this
is done freely on your part also.�
Glorfindel�s lips tormented him. �Freely. More than freely.
I beg this of you.� Legolas managed. The lips curved in a smile.
�Good. Then let us begin in earnest. Close your eyes.
Listen. Feel. Smell. Do nhinkhink. Allow your senses to control you.�
Legolas obeyed. Deprived of sight, his other senses
heightened to compensate. The fire hissed and crackled. Tiny chimes moved in
errant drafts of air. Pine and jasmine, so different from each other, filled
his nostrils. He could feel the heat of Glorfindel standing close behind him,
feel the almost-too-light-to-be-felt touch of their bodies. He relaxed into the
sensations. He was aroused, yes, but in a differway way than ever before. This
was not a frantic demand for physical release. This was seduction. This was
magic. This was what he had been seeking. Glorfindel had been the perfect
choice. Legolas let go of his remaining fear and doubts, and gave himself up
totally to the experience.
Those lips teasing his ear smiled again, and Legolas knew
Glorfindel was pleased with his acquiescence. Arms slid around him and fingers
moved to the laces of his loose tunic.
�I would see you. I would feel your skin. I would explore
your body and learn its secrets. I would discover what touch pleases you.�
The words were spoken in the same low, rich voice and
Legolas caught his breath. Caught in the spell Glorfindel wove, he was
incapable of speech. Slowly, oh so slowly, Glorfindel unlaced his tunic, never
touching his skin, and drew it off his body. Legolas could feel the heat from
the fire against his skin, and gentle drafts of air. Glorfindel placed his
hands on Les� ss� shoulders. Legolas gasped at the skin-to-skin contact. Lips
returned to nuzzle the side of his neck. Glorfindel paused and breathed in
deeply, inhaling the young prince�s scent.
�I would know your smell, the texture of your skin, the
taste of it. I would know all of you.�
Lost in the spell, Legolas let himself drift on the tide of
sensations Glorfindel pulled from him as the blonde warrior explored every inch
of his shoulders, neck, and back�licking, nibbling, stroking, n sco scoring
lightly, fingertips tracing first gently then harder the gentle again.
Hands dropped to the laces of his leggings. Just as slowly
as the tunic, the laces were untied. Legolas was floating, drifting, letting
his senses control him. Chill air shivered his back when Glorfindel knelt and
Legolas nearly cried aloud from the loss of the blonde�s closeness. Strong
hands directed Legolas to lift his feet, one by one, and allow Glorfindel to
remove his soft boots and leggings.
�Beautiful,� Glorfindel�s low voice was reverent as his
hands caressed the younger elf�s thighs and calves. The same exquisite care and
attention was paid to the lower half of the back of Legolas� body.
The self-exiled prince sensed Glorfindel draw back, then
rise to his full height again and move to stand before him.
�Open your eyes, nin bain.�
Reluctantly, not wanting to leave the warm, hazy, erotic
dream, Legolas complied. His breath caught. Glorfindel�s sapphire eyes gazed at
him hungrily.
�You are a feast�one I intend to enjoy every luscious taste
of.�
A frisson of fear traced through Legolas. Glorfindel�s look
was predatory. It was quickly washed away as the warrior began the same minute,
detailed exploration of the front of Legolas� body. Lips and hands and teeth
worked in concert, exploring and mapping, questing to see what gave him
pleasure. Every sigh, every gasp, every flinch and moan and whimper were
cataloged.
�Keep your eyes on me,� Glorfindel instructed as he sank to
his knees.
Worship. Glorfindel was worshiping him. It was the only word
Legolas could conjure to describe the way Glorfindel touched him. Never had he
been the focus of such concentrated attention. It might have been hours since
he entered Glorfindel�s chambers. It might have been minutes, or weeks, or
seconds, or days. Legolas neither knew nor cared. Nothing existed but the magic
net that Glorfindel bound him in: the rising desire, the touch of warm flesh
against his, the silken slide of blonde hair over his skin, the murmured words
of desire and approval.
Fascinated, he watched as Glorfindel worked his way back up
from his feet to bury his nose in Legolas� groin. Glorfindel inhaled deeply.
�Your scent, nin bain, is intoxicating.�
A tongue licked Legolas� scrotum.
�I could dine on the taste of your skin and the smell of
you. Never would one grow sated of such a feast.�
Glorfindel�s eyes locked with Legolas�. Mesmerized, the
prince watched as the blonde warrior�s tongue licked it way along the length of
his erection, then ruby lips closed over the tip. Hot. Wet. Never had Legolas
felt anything like it. Never had his imagination come close to the actual
sensation. Glorfindel suckled on the head gently until Legolas was sure he was
going to come any second. Cool air surrounded Legolas� cock as Glorfindel�s
mouth released it. He whimpered in protest.
�Nay. Not yet.�
That wicked, magic tongue licked along the length of
Legolas� cock.
�This is your pleasure, nin bain. Take it of me.�
Another lingering lick. Tentatively, Legolas reached for
Glorfindel�s hair. He wanted that hot, delicious, wetness to engulf his aching
cock again.
�Ai, take your desire. Direct me. Show me what pleases you
most.�
Another lingering lick.
�Does the sight of me on my knees before you, pleasuring
your cock, excite you?�
Teeth grazed lightly along his length. Legolas could feel
Glorfindel�s eyes on him, but he had eyes only for his own throbbing erection
and the mouth that was doing indescribable things to it.
�Do you burn, nin bain? Do you wish to sheathe yourself in
the hot cavern of my mouth? To feel my tongue wrap around you? To thrust your
hips forward until you are buried in my throat?�
Two more long,
delicious licks.
�Do you yearn to feel yourself hard and full and afire? Do
you long to spill your seed in my mouth? To watch as the pearly liquid oozes
forth and coats my lips?�
A formless sound tore from Legolas� lips.
Teeth and tongue teased his cock.
�Do you wish to taste of yourself from my lips?�
Instinct and need took over. Unable to restrain himself,
Legolas buried his hands in Glorfindel�s golden hair and pulled the blonde
forward, guiding williips ips to close around his aching cock. A hand cupped
his scrotum, kneading the tender flesh just short of pain. Another stroked up
and down his legs.
Legolas stared down at his slick cock moving in and out of
Glorfindel�s willing lips. He slowed thee ofe of his thrusts, fascinated by the
sight, wanting to savor it. That talented tongue snaked its way around him,
then thrust against the slit where his seed leaked forth. The pressure on his
scrotum increased. A hand against one buttock pressed him forward. His cock hit
the back of Glorfindel�s throat and contractions engulfed it as Glorfindel swallowed
again and again.
The heat pooled in his groin exploded. Crying out, Legolas
thrust his hips forward and came, his cum spilling down Glorfindel�s throat.
Again and again, his cock spasmed and spewed forth the warm liquid.
At last, Legolas released Glorfindel�s head and sank
trembling to his knees. The blonde warrior gathered him close. A hand under his
chin tilted Legolas�s chin up and lips claimed his. The first kiss he shared
with Glorfindel was the first taste of his own essence. Moaning, he eagerly met
the tongue that thrust into his mouth, seeking more of the pungent liquid.
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Third Age, 2312
A hand slapped Legolas on the shoulder, almost sending him
to his knees. �So, ada has agreed to allow you to accompany us to Lorien! Your
years of asking have finally paid off.�
�Elrohir.� Legolas didn�t need to see the other, there was
no mistaking the teasing voice. �Ai, he has given me leave to journey with
you.�
�You will see wonders, lirimaer�in many forms. But, are you
certain you are willing to leave your conquests here? Surely, many will mourn
your departure and sleep in cold, lonely beds until your return.�
Legolas turned and met the twin�s gaze coolly. Gone were the
blushes and lack of self-confidence of youth. The last 265 years had seen him
mature from a hesitant elfling on the verge of majority, unblooded in battle
and uninitiated in sexual pleasure, into a skilled warrior and renowned lover.
�Are you still pouting over losing Eilien to my charms?� he inquired archly.
�Charms!� Elrohir snorted. �You have the charm of an orc�and
the commitment. She has poor taste, �tis all.�
�The commitment of an orc?�
The dark haired elf waved negligently. �Of course. When was
the time a lover held your interest for more than a fortnight?�
�More recently than one has held yours,� Legolas retorted.
�Ahh, but that has never happened, you see.� Elrohir
laughed, thinking of some of the Galadhrim who dwelt in Lorien, and their light
and playful approach to sexual encounters. �You may find your skills challenged
and your ways changed in the Golden Wood.�
Light footsteps, not even enough to crush the fallen leaves
that carpeted the courtyard, announced the approach of another elf. �The Golden
Wood? What is this?�
Blonde hair swirled as Legolas spun to face the newcomer. �I
am to accompany you to Lorien. Ada has given his permission at last,� he
informed Elladan, his eyes sparkling.
Aware of the long held enmity between Lorien and Mirkwood,
Elladan did not share his enthusiasm. His grey eyes darkened. �I know you have
long desired to see the glory of the Golden Wood, but I fear for your
reception. Rancor exists between that realm and your own. You cannot change who
you are.�
Blue eyes flashed in anger. �I can! It requires but a new
name and your co-operation.�
�Legolas��
�Nay! As I have denied my sire and my title, I deny my name.
I will hear no more of Legolas! I am Erenor. None but the three of us journey
forth. Who is to say �tis not my name? Erenor, a mere guardian of Imladris. No
prince, no royal blood, no enemy of the Galadhrim, but an elf who has long
desired to look on the magnificence of Lorien and explore its enchanted
depths.�
Elladan raised a hand to run it through his hair, a gesture
he often used when frustrated, but Legolas grabbed his wrist in a tight grip.
�Listen! It will work. No one will know my identity, and I will be free to
visit Lorien and be welcomed rather than treated as an enemy. You, who are
truly my brother, know the honesty of my feelings. Should I be reviled for
having my sire�s blood? If it were possible, I should open my veins and drain
his taint from me, but alas that is not to be. His blood is in me, ai, but his
f�a is not! I am no son of his.� He released Elladan�s wrist, his impassioned
words fading away.
Two pair of identical grey eyes studied Legolas intently,
then met each other. Elrohir shrugged. �I agree. He should not bear the penalty
of his sire. Besides,� he grinned, �I much desire to see his response to some
of those who dwell in Lorien.�
�If ada learns of this, or the Lord and Lady, or��
�If anyone learns of it, we are all likely banished to the
furthest, orc-infested border until the next age,� Elrohir interrupted his
brother.
�Then we are agreed,� Legolas stated. �No one must discover
I am any other than Erenor before I have a chance to prove myself for my own
account.� He held out his hand. Elrohir covered it with his own.
For a brief moment, Elladan
hesitated, then covered his brother�s hand. �We are agreed. Still, I fear no
good will come of this deceit.�

*coronar - literally 'sun-round', a name given by the Elves to a single year
*lirimaer - lovely /p> /p>

*pen-neth - young one
*nin bain - my beautiful one
*meleth-nin - my love
*saes - please
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