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Chapter 2
AS SPARKS FLY UPWARDS
BY JOXIE
Title : As Sparks Fly Upwards
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Elrond/Legolas Thranduil/Aranel AU
Summary : Trouble Finds Legolas
Warning : Mpreg
Rating : NC17 Slash Adult Themes
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make NO Money From My Writings.
Thanks for the encouragement Celestialuna, hope you enjoy the second chapter as well.
CHAPTER TWO
It appeared his duties comprised of keeping Elrond’s rooms tidy, hanging up his clothes and whatever else the Lord asked of him.
Elrond’s private suite was four of the most beautiful rooms Legolas had ever seen. A book lined study with large windows letting in plenty of light. A living room furnished in the most comfortable looking chairs and a sofa.
The bathroom was large and had the most up to date plumbing with both hot and cold water. The last room he approached with caution gently pushing the door open he stood on the threshold.
Another sunlit room was in front of him in the middle of it was a large ornate bed. To one side was a dressing table on the other side a wardrobe. Just past the dressing table were a pair of glass doors that lead to a balcony.
After a few moments he stepped into the room careful not to go to near the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. Basking in the warm sunlight he gazed at the elves of Rivendell going about there business.
Leaning on the rail he studied the area about the house. Impressive gardens, stables, the edge of a forest and the usual military buildings lay before him. Sighing he left the balcony and the bedroom closing the door behind him.
Legolas wondered what he should do all the rooms were tidy and he had been told to remain here and wait for Elrond’s return.
Bored he went back into the study and idly looked at the books. To his surprise as well as educational and history tomes. There was a good selection of fiction he would never have believed Elrond would have such frivolous reading matter on his shelves.
At random he picked up one of the fiction books and took it into the living room. Sat on the sofa and began to read.
It was a tale of two brothers on a quest to find something called the ring of eternal dreaming. Silently reverie crept up on Legolas and he slept.
A few hours later Elrond walked into his living room. Where he found Legolas still resting one hand on his chest. The other loosely holding a book on his lap.
Caught by the beauty of the elf before him Elrond thought Thranduil would be blessed if his son had half the beauty this one possessed. Legolas woke suddenly as if he knew someone watched him.
The book slipped and hands collided trying to rescue the volume. Shock shot through the now totally awake Legolas and he frantically jumped up from the sofa.
“Peace Legolas” Elrond soothed while looking at the spine of the book, “My wife enjoyed fiction. Please feel free to read the books in my study when your duties permit.” His face colouring legolas thanked the other elf.
“What did Galen tell you of your duties” Elrond then wanted to know.
“To keep your private rooms tidy and whatever else you ask of me, my Lord”, Legolas tried not to fidget under the steady stare directed at him.
“An elf of few words but precise all the same” was his Lord’s only comment. Someone knocked at the door and Elrond bid them enter.
It was two elves one carried a tray of food and wine the other a small dining table. Putting the table in front of one of the chairs the food and drink was then placed on it. Both then left with a polite nod to Elrond.
Elrond handed the book back to Legolas, “Put this away” he told him, “Then return to the living room.”
On his return Elrond was seated in front of his meal and Legolas realised he too was hungry. “Come knee by me you must be hungry” the older elf stated as if reading his mind.
With Legolas knelt beside him he began buttering some bread, “As my personal body servant you answer only to me you will be polite to the other Rivendell elves but should they order you to do something you know will displease me. On my authority you have the right to refuse to obey them.”
The bread was placed on a plate and Elrond went on to slice up an apple, “They do not have the right to know you sexually, nor to abuse you in anyway without my say so. Every morning and evening I expect you to bath. Every other day you will be issued with clean clothing.”
The apple joined the bread on the plate, “Until further notice you will not leave these rooms.” A handful of grapes were also placed on the plate then a piece of cheese, “ When you are alone food will be brought to you, otherwise I will tend to you.”
Elrond handed the full plate to Legolas, “Eat” after a diet of greasy meat stew and dry black bread. Each mouthful was bliss and Legolas savoured every morsel. Eating a few bites himself Elrond enjoyed his enjoyment.
With a sigh of satisfaction Elrond finished his glass of wine. After refilling it he gave it to Legolas who sipped the red liquid with caution. Only to discover it was sweet with a slight tang of citrus.
The fading light as the evening drew in glinted on the chains Legolas wore. Elrond reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys. Settling them on the table he took the now empty plate and glass from Legolas and they to were put on the table.
Facing him he took hold of the chain attached to the melethryn collar. His nimble fingers unclipped it and slipped it into his pocket, “Never take your collar off it shows who you belong to so offers you protection of a sort.”
Elrond picked up the bunch of keys and took hold of Legolas by the wrist. The smallest of the keys unlocked the shackles. Legolas rubbed his wrists while watching Elrond leave his chair, “Come through to the study.”
In the study Elrond put the chain and shackles in one of his desk draws, “Light the lamps and then you may sit in the chair before my desk.”
The chair was large and comfortable without thinking Legolas relaxed into it. The lamp light made the blond elf seem to glow for a moment Elrond looked his fill. Before handing over a slim volume of poetry and making himself comfortable behind his desk.
He motioned for Legolas to begin to read. The combination of the beautiful elf and the beautiful poetry soothed him greatly.
Maybe two hours past this way and it was full dark when Elrond at last told him to stop and get himself a drink. After turning the lamps off he followed Legolas into the living room, “Turn down the bed and draw the curtains.”
He then disappeared into the bathroom. Legolas felt his heart hammering in his chest and his fingers shuck as he did these tasks. Lastly he lit the bedside lamp then he waited.
In what seemed a short time Elrond was back wearing a long night shirt and with a freshly scrubbed look about him. From the wardrobe he also gave Legolas a night shirt and with fear in his heart he went to bathe.
Legolas took as long as he could cleansing both his body and hair. Finally he forced himself to don the night shirt. At last he emerged from the bathroom only to find Elrond putting the finishing touchs to his hair.
He gracefully walked over to the dressing table where Elrond was seated. Knelt beside him and waited, “Your hair is like silk the colour of sunlight on a particularly lovely day” Elrond whispered.
Legolas concentrated on the comb as it ran through his hair. When it caught on a snag Elrond carefully teased it out. Time ran quickly and his hair was pristine.
It was his master’s manner and look that told Legolas to climb into bed. It all then came into sharp focus that this elf was really his master.
His family had no idea where he was and he had brought all this on himself. So now he must take the consequences of his foolish actions.
He scrambled over to the far side of the bed Elrond could see him trembling. It made him wonder how old his beautiful possession was in reality. The real Prince Legolas would be about two hundred years old now. So this one must be younger than that.
The distasteful thought that maybe he really did have a child in his bed flashed through his mind. No this Legolas had to be over his majority, over fifty summers old.
Elrond climbed into the bed after him dousing the lamp. Swiftly he turned the startled Legolas on to his side so his back faced him. Gently Elrond spooned up against the younger elf keeping the embrace loose and unthreatening as he could.
He nuzzled into the soft hair near the beautifully pointed ear, “How did the slavers capture you ?”
Trying not to flinch or pull away Legolas replied, “I disobeyed my father and left Mirkwood to explore the world.”
“Unfortunate for both you and your family”, Elrond left the sentence hanging. There was silence and then, “A body servant can be many things Legolas and for now it just means this. Relax rest I promise I wont ravish you in your sleep.”
Elrond watched over the blond elf in his arms who after a struggle with himself slipped into reverie. Only then did he allow himself to rest.
TBC
BY JOXIE
Title : As Sparks Fly Upwards
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Elrond/Legolas Thranduil/Aranel AU
Summary : Trouble Finds Legolas
Warning : Mpreg
Rating : NC17 Slash Adult Themes
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : Complete Cobblers I Own Nothing And Make NO Money From My Writings.
Thanks for the encouragement Celestialuna, hope you enjoy the second chapter as well.
CHAPTER TWO
It appeared his duties comprised of keeping Elrond’s rooms tidy, hanging up his clothes and whatever else the Lord asked of him.
Elrond’s private suite was four of the most beautiful rooms Legolas had ever seen. A book lined study with large windows letting in plenty of light. A living room furnished in the most comfortable looking chairs and a sofa.
The bathroom was large and had the most up to date plumbing with both hot and cold water. The last room he approached with caution gently pushing the door open he stood on the threshold.
Another sunlit room was in front of him in the middle of it was a large ornate bed. To one side was a dressing table on the other side a wardrobe. Just past the dressing table were a pair of glass doors that lead to a balcony.
After a few moments he stepped into the room careful not to go to near the bed and opened the doors to the balcony. Basking in the warm sunlight he gazed at the elves of Rivendell going about there business.
Leaning on the rail he studied the area about the house. Impressive gardens, stables, the edge of a forest and the usual military buildings lay before him. Sighing he left the balcony and the bedroom closing the door behind him.
Legolas wondered what he should do all the rooms were tidy and he had been told to remain here and wait for Elrond’s return.
Bored he went back into the study and idly looked at the books. To his surprise as well as educational and history tomes. There was a good selection of fiction he would never have believed Elrond would have such frivolous reading matter on his shelves.
At random he picked up one of the fiction books and took it into the living room. Sat on the sofa and began to read.
It was a tale of two brothers on a quest to find something called the ring of eternal dreaming. Silently reverie crept up on Legolas and he slept.
A few hours later Elrond walked into his living room. Where he found Legolas still resting one hand on his chest. The other loosely holding a book on his lap.
Caught by the beauty of the elf before him Elrond thought Thranduil would be blessed if his son had half the beauty this one possessed. Legolas woke suddenly as if he knew someone watched him.
The book slipped and hands collided trying to rescue the volume. Shock shot through the now totally awake Legolas and he frantically jumped up from the sofa.
“Peace Legolas” Elrond soothed while looking at the spine of the book, “My wife enjoyed fiction. Please feel free to read the books in my study when your duties permit.” His face colouring legolas thanked the other elf.
“What did Galen tell you of your duties” Elrond then wanted to know.
“To keep your private rooms tidy and whatever else you ask of me, my Lord”, Legolas tried not to fidget under the steady stare directed at him.
“An elf of few words but precise all the same” was his Lord’s only comment. Someone knocked at the door and Elrond bid them enter.
It was two elves one carried a tray of food and wine the other a small dining table. Putting the table in front of one of the chairs the food and drink was then placed on it. Both then left with a polite nod to Elrond.
Elrond handed the book back to Legolas, “Put this away” he told him, “Then return to the living room.”
On his return Elrond was seated in front of his meal and Legolas realised he too was hungry. “Come knee by me you must be hungry” the older elf stated as if reading his mind.
With Legolas knelt beside him he began buttering some bread, “As my personal body servant you answer only to me you will be polite to the other Rivendell elves but should they order you to do something you know will displease me. On my authority you have the right to refuse to obey them.”
The bread was placed on a plate and Elrond went on to slice up an apple, “They do not have the right to know you sexually, nor to abuse you in anyway without my say so. Every morning and evening I expect you to bath. Every other day you will be issued with clean clothing.”
The apple joined the bread on the plate, “Until further notice you will not leave these rooms.” A handful of grapes were also placed on the plate then a piece of cheese, “ When you are alone food will be brought to you, otherwise I will tend to you.”
Elrond handed the full plate to Legolas, “Eat” after a diet of greasy meat stew and dry black bread. Each mouthful was bliss and Legolas savoured every morsel. Eating a few bites himself Elrond enjoyed his enjoyment.
With a sigh of satisfaction Elrond finished his glass of wine. After refilling it he gave it to Legolas who sipped the red liquid with caution. Only to discover it was sweet with a slight tang of citrus.
The fading light as the evening drew in glinted on the chains Legolas wore. Elrond reached into his pocket and produced a set of keys. Settling them on the table he took the now empty plate and glass from Legolas and they to were put on the table.
Facing him he took hold of the chain attached to the melethryn collar. His nimble fingers unclipped it and slipped it into his pocket, “Never take your collar off it shows who you belong to so offers you protection of a sort.”
Elrond picked up the bunch of keys and took hold of Legolas by the wrist. The smallest of the keys unlocked the shackles. Legolas rubbed his wrists while watching Elrond leave his chair, “Come through to the study.”
In the study Elrond put the chain and shackles in one of his desk draws, “Light the lamps and then you may sit in the chair before my desk.”
The chair was large and comfortable without thinking Legolas relaxed into it. The lamp light made the blond elf seem to glow for a moment Elrond looked his fill. Before handing over a slim volume of poetry and making himself comfortable behind his desk.
He motioned for Legolas to begin to read. The combination of the beautiful elf and the beautiful poetry soothed him greatly.
Maybe two hours past this way and it was full dark when Elrond at last told him to stop and get himself a drink. After turning the lamps off he followed Legolas into the living room, “Turn down the bed and draw the curtains.”
He then disappeared into the bathroom. Legolas felt his heart hammering in his chest and his fingers shuck as he did these tasks. Lastly he lit the bedside lamp then he waited.
In what seemed a short time Elrond was back wearing a long night shirt and with a freshly scrubbed look about him. From the wardrobe he also gave Legolas a night shirt and with fear in his heart he went to bathe.
Legolas took as long as he could cleansing both his body and hair. Finally he forced himself to don the night shirt. At last he emerged from the bathroom only to find Elrond putting the finishing touchs to his hair.
He gracefully walked over to the dressing table where Elrond was seated. Knelt beside him and waited, “Your hair is like silk the colour of sunlight on a particularly lovely day” Elrond whispered.
Legolas concentrated on the comb as it ran through his hair. When it caught on a snag Elrond carefully teased it out. Time ran quickly and his hair was pristine.
It was his master’s manner and look that told Legolas to climb into bed. It all then came into sharp focus that this elf was really his master.
His family had no idea where he was and he had brought all this on himself. So now he must take the consequences of his foolish actions.
He scrambled over to the far side of the bed Elrond could see him trembling. It made him wonder how old his beautiful possession was in reality. The real Prince Legolas would be about two hundred years old now. So this one must be younger than that.
The distasteful thought that maybe he really did have a child in his bed flashed through his mind. No this Legolas had to be over his majority, over fifty summers old.
Elrond climbed into the bed after him dousing the lamp. Swiftly he turned the startled Legolas on to his side so his back faced him. Gently Elrond spooned up against the younger elf keeping the embrace loose and unthreatening as he could.
He nuzzled into the soft hair near the beautifully pointed ear, “How did the slavers capture you ?”
Trying not to flinch or pull away Legolas replied, “I disobeyed my father and left Mirkwood to explore the world.”
“Unfortunate for both you and your family”, Elrond left the sentence hanging. There was silence and then, “A body servant can be many things Legolas and for now it just means this. Relax rest I promise I wont ravish you in your sleep.”
Elrond watched over the blond elf in his arms who after a struggle with himself slipped into reverie. Only then did he allow himself to rest.
TBC