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An Elven Prince and his Captain	By : watermage9 Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Hobbit, The Views: 11866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from JRR Tolkien's the Hobbit or content and characters based off Peter Jackson's three movie version of the Hobbit and The Trilogy of Lord of the Rings This story is fan based only and not for profit gain.

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Chapter 2
Stronger Tendencies
(Warning: Strong and graphic content below towards the middle of chapter. Do not read if disturbed by this nature. Feel free to go to chapter 3 to skip this part of the story.)
He held his hand up to her and shook his head. “No I would like you to stay if you wish to.” Blue eyes caught her visage and trailed down to her figure as she was dressed in an attire that was very flattering. He blinked and looked away; a shyness coming through by the way he placed his right hand to the back of his head to smooth out his hair. “We have known each for so long and I do not think you would be offended if I took off my robe would you?” He asked in a sincere way hoping for her to agree. “Tell me Tauriel how do you feel about me? Are we more than friends that grew up together?”
A small blush came upon her cheeks and the words fell from her mouth before Tauriel really had time to think, “No… I would not mind Legolas,” the blush grew further still and she couldn't help but step a little closer to him. She took a moment to think before answering his next question, “Well…” she started slowly, taking a deep breath and looking into his eyes. They were so blue, so pure. “Perhaps, I feel that there is something more, and I would not lie to you. What do you feel?” she asked him in turn, growing nervous of whether her affection would match his own feelings. With her simple response, he removed the robe once again from his shoulders exposing the top
With her consent he disrobed, the silky satin fell like a leaf from a tree upon the ground. All that remained on his body were was his leggings and his boots. He gave her a minute before he spoke once more. “Well?” He arched his eyebrow at her words until he heard her question. “The truth is that I have had a hidden fondness for you for a long time, but I did not express it for many reasons.” He took a hold of her right hand brought it to him and clutched it tenderly. “Our strong friendship is a bond that can not be broken so afraid of this, I kept my thoughts to myself. I trust you more than anyone I have ever known. You are free spirited, very gifted and can hold her own if need be. I admire that.” He massaged the hand as he spoke.
Tauriel stood for a moment, watching as he disrobed. He really was beautiful, his torso perfect and unscathed. Noticing that she had perhaps been staring, she moved her gaze up to meet his eyes for a second, and then back down, to watch intently as Legolas caressed her hand. She listened to what he said, and it filled her with more happiness than she had felt in a long time. Every word that fell from his mouth made her want him more, “Nothing you could do would break our friendship,” she murmured quietly. Unsure of how to respond, Tauriel took a step closer to him and placed her free hand on his bare chest. She looked deep into his eyes for a mere moment, and then without hesitation, she kissed him. “Oh Legolas…” she broke away and whispered against his lips, eyes closed and smiling, “Your words mean so much.”
He smiled; his eyes not leaving her form until she spoke. Her hand against his chest made his breath still at her touch. He gasped silently and listened to her words while he caught her gaze with his own. it wasn't until her lips met his skin that all logic went out the window. How he wanted to hold her, how he wanted to speak sweet words from a song about a beloved one to explore new ground. They were alone in his chambers so he could be himself, the elfling that had resided with her when they were but children now grown to be with the one he yearned for. “And you are sweet as I thought.” He whispered back and leaned towards her; his forehead touching hers while he remained there for a moment before giving her more than a peck on her lips. It was a gentle kiss, one unsure if he should proceed or not. He would leave the decision up to her.
His lips felt like pure bliss, and she was overcome by a sense of love and longing that she had never felt before. She let their foreheads touch, a content smile on her lips. However she had not been expecting him to kiss her again and she was slightly surprised; but not for long. Sensing that he was unsure, Tauriel continued the kiss, it was gentle but passionate, as she softly tugged her hand free from his and slid the other up his chest. At the same time, she wrapped both her arms around his neck, pulling Legolas closer to her so that their bodies touched completely. She broke the kiss only when she was in desperate need of air, and pulled away slowly, with a slight nip at his bottom lip.
Her body pressed onto his, he wanted nothing more, but to her stay there. Tauriel’s arms wrapped around his neck made him almost moan, but he caught himself from doing so. Legolas needed to control his emotions and mostly his other instincts that had not been explored. He yearned for her to continue touching him and smiled after she pulled away. It was like giving him her own personal cute signal almost like a slight pout for him to continue. He exhaled calmly reaching for her face that he held into his hands where his lips met hers once again. His kiss deepened causing his member to stiffen and signaled his mind to other thoughts at the moment his butt was grabbed by her and her fingers between his crack. At the moment, he froze and groaned softly. Never had he experienced such a wonderful feeling as his hormones took over all logic and morals. This was to much to bare and he had to act fast so he could impress her, but he was cautious of her penertrating his hole with her fingers out of embarrassment of what she would find if she dove to deep. To prevent this, he would take every caution and force himself to go the bathroom or at least try for her and his own benefit.
"I'll be back. Call of nature. Make yourself comfortable." He smiled at her while he placed on the top portion of his clothes and headed to the left side of his chambers to a private and secluded area behind a caverous wall where a smooth stone platform was with a hole in the middle that held a round rockformed basin with water, salts to dissolve contents and odors within it that was underneath to be used as his toilet. With the will to force himself to go the bathroom, he pulled down his leggings and undergarments that bunched just below his knee caps, seated himself on top of the hole and sat there for a few minutes. Legolas closed his eyes and tried to focus to give his body the signal that would allow him to go, but after five more minutes nothing happened. He was surprised for it only took him normally a few minutes to five at the longest. He facepalmed and released a deep sigh wondering how long he would have to go through this? He thought about getting up, but what if Tauriel and him did go through the actions of fingering and there was a different and unplesant outcome? He couldn't bare the thought or how humilated he would be. No, forcing himself was the only option.
Resting his hands on his lap, he applied pressure to that area, hoping that there would be some bowel movement. There had to be for he had not gone in a few days and his food would be digested by now. His stomach ached a bit with each push as he tried different postions to go. First came leaning back a few inches with his neck arched slighty forward. That didn't help. Next came leaning forward where his chest was close to his knees as he looked at nothing, but the walls of the cave around him adorned with his father's decorated banners of the royal line. He felt very uncomfortable doing this. Becoming very bored, he leaned the palm of his hand underneath his chin and waited some more. Giving one more try, he gripped both of his arms on his stomach and leaned forward and then back groans escaping from his clenched teeth almost like a pathetic attempt of a growl. A deep pressure was present and he knew it would soon be time.
At least he felt the need, but there was another problem that arose. For one of the first times in several hundred years he was experiencing constipation from what he thought of not having an inadequate amount of fiber, to much meat and dairy and not enough fruits and vegetables at the feast days before. It seemed hopeless for his body was not budging and all he could was continue to sit there and keep trying. To make matters worse, his anus was beginning to throb, attempting to push out what he needed to. What was actually the problem was that he was very stressed and by how he was seated at a 90 degree angle just like he seated himself in a chair, his puborectalis muscle of the rectum was partically relaxed preventing him from easy elimination. He shifted his body to get more comfortable as a red ring formed on his skin from sitting on the hole for to long. Curious to see what was occuring and hoping he was making progress, he spread his legs a bit and was about to look under himself when he shook his head and realized what he was about to do. The thought of it made him gag and he was ashamed for thinking like that. What the fuck was wrong with him? Where was his dignity? Were his hormones so whacked out that he was going delirious and acting like someone he didn't even want to know. To punish himself, he smacked his hand on the side of the platform.
Tauriel was growing bored as she had waited for over twenty minutes, since Legolas left. Her curiousity got the better of her as she made sure she was fully clothed first and softly walked over to where she heard groans. Her keen ears knew that he was trying to go the bathroom, but what she did not understand was what was taking him so long? Being best friends and having grown up together as elflings together they trusted each other fully with anything even personal problems. She remembered that he sat by her side when she she was scared that she was bleeding from having her first menstrual cycle and like the calming and soothing elf he was, he told her that it was part of she-elf bodies to experience this once a month so she could bare children one day. The way he spoke comforted her and she would never forget how he calmed her down by wiping away her tears and hugging her. Another time she recalled was when he sacrficed for her to take care of her business first while he had no choice, but to hold it and wait for her because she was scarred and did not want him to leave due to a raging storm that swept over the forest. He was always putting her ahead of himself and the least she could do was offer moral support. Tauriel's steps came closer, and she blushed a bit from hearing him on the other side of the cave wall. She peaked over and saw him leaning forward in much distress. Tauriel tensed and looked away while she blushed at seeing her prince in such a undignified manner. Finally gathering the nerves, she took it upon herself to emerge from her spot and face him much to his surprise. "Legolas, are you all right? You ate to much meat and cheese didn't you?" A cocky smirk crossed her lips as her hand reached out and was placed on his stomach to offer him some comfort.
Legolas's face was beat red, his mind wishing he was not in this present predictament. There was no where he could move and had to remain seated there. He covered his face with his hand, but realized it was only Tauriel and that he could trust her with anything even as something like this. "Yes, if you must know,"was his arrogant reply not believing she was invading his privacy."I must be cursed." He calmly stated to her chaning his tone. "I don't understand? Normally I'm done by now." He hit his hand on the platform and shook it afterwards. "I'm sorry, but I thought it would be best to take care of this first before we..." he bit his bottom lip at not knowing what else to say. He felt he was being judged and silently pushed to himself. With her hand pressed firmly on his stomach and her gentle words of encouragement telling him to focus and to take all the time he needed, he gripped her hand and kissed it before he tried again with much vigor. His eyes opened more at the uncomfortable feeling that was occuring with each push. So difficult was it that made him stomp his right foot on the ground and then his left as he fought to get a better control of his emotions. He had to remain calm not panic or get frusterated.
"You didn't need to go through all this trouble for me." She held her hand on her heart that he was thinking of her and putting his body though such stress just so they would not be bothered by anything. "You know," she sat on the flat surface of the platform by him. "You were always stubborn with everything, out on our patrols you had to always lead, when we spar you were the one to fight back if I ever got the advantage over you and even that time you tricked me when I thought you had fallen in the river and got hurt and you didn't get out until I foolishly walked over and you pulled me in. I was very mad at you that day." She nudged his shoulder to get his mind off of any of his troubles. She placed her hands in her lap as she waited for a response and only received a shallow moan from him followed by a sigh and some pants. "Do not try so hard that it makes it worse upon yourself. I can wait if we need to." She leaned over and kissed him on his lips before pulling back.
Legolas shook his head determined by what he needed to do. "No, I'm almost done. It's just difficult." He reassured himself. There was not a chance he was going to pass up having Tauriel explore his body as she would his. He didn't care if it took him several hours, he would get that satisfaction for his member if anything. An hour passed and still he pressed on, taking a few sips of water from his goblet that she had gotten him. He was making progress, as the pressure was building and the pain increasing. Water then was switched to wine as he needed something stronger to dull the sharp pain. Never had the ridges of his anus been stretched as he kept trying. The frusteration was present in his eyes as he swallowed the wine down his parched throat. It seemed like an eternity he had sat there with Tauriel present at his side. He looked down for a moment to find his feet propped up on a small wooden stool. She must have placed it there when he was concentrating. That was strange because after ten minutes of resting this feet on the wooden grained structure, his body was at the perfect angle of 30 degrees in a squatting posture, having the certain muscle inside be fully relaxed that allowed him to have an easier and more effective elimination. The sturdy structure mirrored the angle and efficiency of natural squatting while allowed him the comfort to be seated on the hole. A sigh of much needed relief came to him as he finished up.
Tauriel was also content that he was taking care of his business and had it been up to her she would of told him to place his feet up on the stool an hour ago, but she felt it was not her place to be bossing the prince of mirkwood around. At least he was getting the relief and they could move on from that terrible experience. "For now on use the stool so this does not happen again." She told him softly and gave him another kiss to remind him. Her eyes darted to him as he urinated and released another sigh followed with more deep pushes from his throat. She knew he was making sure he was done. She handed him a smooth cloth and turned away to offer him some privacy.
Legolas took the clean cloth and held it in his tight grasp as he did one more round of forcing his body to get rid of anything else. He was becoming paranoid and resorted to such measures. Each passing moment presented another challenge when he discovered that his body was to fatigued to continue so he would have to stop, but unforuntunatly he felt like he needed to still go. This was the not the case once again. From all that forceful pushing, he had hemoroids that was giving him this discomfort. He bit his lower lip nervously at what he had to do next. When she was not looking he moved the stool away from him, stood up and wiped the area with the cloth, before tossing it into the basin. Sitting back onto the hole, he opened his legs and placed his right pointer finger underneath him and pushed onto the swollen skin inside. It was disturbing, but it needed to be done and he quickly got up, pulled his undergarments and leggings up back to his hips. He seized a bottle of pure salt and herbs of plant mixture to dissolve the contents and anything else and so not leave odor and pulled down on level made out of rock to empty the basin into the proper small canal that seperated from the main part of the river. With it emptied, he took a bottle of water and salt that was on a shelf and filled up the basin half way with water followed by a sprinkle of the salt and herbal mix for his next use. He walked out with her and saw that the water was still warm, as the steam rose from it and so he wondered if she wanted to join him?
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