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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fifteen Years:

Chapter 20: Honey

Legolas sighed as he tried to tilt his head. He was staring at the arched ceiling of Lord Celeborn's bedchamber, the curving branches of mallorn visible through the interwoven roofing. If he weren't so uncomfortable, he may have appreciated the clever workmanship, the artful patterns that graced arched dome. Instead, he bit back a groan and reminded himself that he had only himself to blame for his predicament. It had been nearly ten days since they had returned to Caras Galadhron, and an easy pattern between Courtesan and Lord and Lady had been established. A pattern that Legolas himself had broken only the night before, and now he was being punished for it.
He was lying face up on Celeborn's sturdy oak table, the same table he had taken such delight in bending his new lord over on the day that they had first met. His legs dangled over the end, his ankles fastened firmly to the table legs, and his arms were parallel to his head, fastened to rings at the table's corners, as were lines running from either side of his collar. Squirming, he tried to get more comfortable, only to realize that the more he squirmed, the more of the honey that Illiene had so artfully drizzled over his entire body trickled slowly down his ribs and thighs; sticky, ticklish and itchy. It pooled around him on the table, giving him the vague impression that he was marinating in it, much as the cooks would marinate a sweet ham.
To make it worse, near his head sat a bowl filled with the freshest slices of the first spring peaches, only delivered that morning in a crate bearing Santgalas' personal seal. Forbidden both evening meal the night before and breakfast that day, Legolas' stomach groaned it's reaction to the fragrant sweetness so tantalizing close, yet impossible to reach. If he had been able to reach, he would have gobbled the entire bowl and Mandos take the consequences! 'You brought this on yourself, Courtesan', he reminded himself silently, even as another drizzle of honey traced it's path across his sensitive ribs. The dot of honey on his forehead itched and he crinkled his brow, trying to ease it. Shifting his eyes as far to the right as he could, Legolas could make out the bed where Celeborn lay stretched out, Illiene straddling him, her long hair sweeping over the edge of the bed and hiding their bodies from view.
Over the soft moans coming from the bed, a faint click warned that the door was opening and Legolas craned his head, certain Lady Galadriel had come to see what punishment her creative husband and favorite courtesan had devised. To his complete dismay, it was not the Lady Galadriel who silently entered and slipped the door closed. 'Oh, please Valar!' Legolas closed his eyes and prayed silently, 'let him leave and I promise I will never disobey anyone again.'
Instead, the figure turned from the doorway and straightened, tossing back the hood of his traveling cloak. He was still garbed as a Man, and covered with travel dust, although his eyes were bright and his hair shone in the mid-day sun that streamed through the window. Taking in the room with a casual glance, the March Warden of Lothlorien turned from the bed and strode straight to the table. Legolas opened his eyes and met his glance, silently daring him to say a word about his predicament.
Haldir glanced over the naked elf before him, a smirk spreading across his face. Leaning one hip against the table, he looked back to the bed before reaching out to take a wedge of peach from the bowl. Slowly, he raised it to his lips, licking the juice that dripped from the succulent flesh before sinking his teeth around it. Legolas realized he was staring and quickly shut his eyes. He must be very hungry indeed to be so fascinated with the sight of the arrogant Warden eating a piece of fruit!
"Would you like some?" Haldir whispered, and Legolas opened his eyes to find that he was holding another wedge of fruit above Legolas' lips. The tantalizing scent filled his nostrils and Legolas bit back a groan as he shook his head. Haldir was even more cruel that he had thought!
"I dare not." He managed to whisper back, closing his eyes again.
Haldir frowned slightly, then cocked one eyebrow, "Suit yourself."
Legolas gasped as a cool wetness touched his throat and his eyes shot open to meet the glimmering gaze of the March Warden, who casually trailed the peach in his hand through the honey that pooled in the hallow of Legolas' throat.
Haldir tilted his head ever so slightly. "You won't mind if I help myself?"
The question was rhetorical, and Legolas knew it, sighed, and turned his face away to cover the flush of anger, or was it embarrassment? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it was, he didn't like it at all!
Haldir's voice whispered again, as he cocked his head towards the bed, "How much longer do you suppose?"
If Legolas could have shrugged, he would have. He murmured back, "She's only on three. It could be a while."
As if on cue, Celeborn shifted suddenly, rolling Illiene beneath him as he called back, "Make yourself comfortable, Haldir. Sarnlass won't mind."
Haldir raised both eyebrows and leaned back against the table, reaching for another slice of fruit, which he took his time in trailing through the honey that laced across Legolas' abdomen. Legolas squirmed helplessly, and the MarchWarden only smiled as he shifted his attention back to the figures on the bed. 'I hate him.' Legolas thought with a frown. 'If my hands were free...I'd ...I'd...' 'I'd lay here because that's what I was told to do.' He reminded himself impatiently as he watched Haldir suckle lightly at the fruit between his lips. The flush of anger that had caught him earlier was moving lower in his body, making him wonder again if it was really anger, and he frowned and closed his eyes again. This was misery of the worst kind he decided. Firmly, he convinced himself that the tightening in his loins was due to hunger and the heat suffusing him due to embarrasment and anger. How much longer could he endure this?
Fortunately, it was only moments longer before Celeborn rolled from Illiene, kissing her and whispering something to her that neither Haldir nor Legolas could hear. She gave him a tired grin before curling under the covers on the far side of the bed and Celeborn rose gracefully, reaching first for a towel and then for his robe, seemingly unconcerned that both his March Warden and his Courtesan were barely constraining their patience.
"Shall we adjourn to your study, My Lord?" Haldir asked as Celeborn approached, sweeping his silver locks over his shoulder.
"Nay. I am famished." Celeborn reached for a slice of peach. "What have you discovered?"
Legolas kept his eyes closed as another cold trail of peach juice smeared down his chest.
Haldir's voice was low. "Orophin travels south still. I went as far as Milltown and spoke to the woman, Nellie, who runs the Inn there. We have done trade with her before."
Celeborn must have nodded because Haldir continued. "She is concerned that the fire was started by a group of itinerant traders, tinkers who came to the village to trade. They were offering early stakes for the grape and cherry harvests of Rohan. Buy now, and get the best fruits when they ripen. The villagers told them no, that they have always traded with us."
Celeborn's voice was grave. "We've always had good trade relations with Milltown, and honestly, I'm far too fond of fried potatos to give up our trade there easily."
Haldir admitted, "The forest is wonderful for many things, but not for growing potatos. If the tinkers thought destroying our grape harvest would give them a chance to trade, they would have had access to the oil and coffers to start the flames."
Celeborn was silent for a long moment. "Can you find these tinkers, Haldir?"
Haldir nodded. "R�mil is hunting for them now."
There was a long silence, and Legolas could only imagine the thoughtful expression on Celeborn's face which Haldir responded to quietly. "I sent R�mil, for I fear that I would not be able to restrain my temper should I encounter them."
Legolas shivered as Celeborn's hand slicked a slice of fruit firmly over his nipple, but kept still, his eyes closed. He could think of a thing or two he would like to do to those tinkers himself... were he not strapped to a table and dripped with honey. Legolas could barely restrain his growl of frustration.
"When he finds them, send word that we would like to establish a trade-line for the fruits of Rohan. They do not know how badly our crops were damaged. Bring them to negotiate."
Haldir nodded curtly. "Understood, my lord."
"Thank you, Haldir. That will be all for now." Celeborn quietly. "We will talk further after meal tonight."
Haldir scraped a last wedge of fruit through the honey on Legolas' throat and tucked it into his mouth before giving a short bow and exiting, leaving Legolas glaring after him as the door closed.
"Now, now. That is not a very penitent expression." Celeborn's words were firm and Legolas lowered his eyes, letting his regret show on his face.
Celeborn lowered head and licked lightly at Legolas' chest. "Have you repented, my dear courtesan?"
Legolas nodded, not daring to speak as the wet tongue of his lord swept the itching, tormenting honey from his nipples.
"And will you ever deny a request from my Lady again?"
Legolas moaned as Celeborn's teeth closed over his nipple. "No...no my lord."
"How can I be certain?" And Celeborn raised his head, eyes of mithril gazing into Legolas' flushed face.
"You have my word, my lord. I am in your service and that of the Lady." Legolas kept his words meek, his eyes downcast. "I will not hesitate again."
Celeborn chuckled then and kissed his lips, slipping his honeyed tongue into Legolas' mouth before raising up. "I believe you, Sarnlass."
Then he withdrew and Legolas moaned, letting his head drop back onto the table. Then, to his surprise, his wrists were released, followed by his legs. He moved his arms, raising them to wipe the honey from his face, but Celeborn's low voice stopped him. "Stay still, Courtesan."
Dropping his arms back to his sides, Legolas moaned as Celeborn's tongue ran across his chest once more and then down his stomach. Lips suckled at his navel, taking in the honey that had gathered there, and Legolas arched into that mouth before strong hands came to his sides, smearing the elaborate patterns that Illiene had created.
"I told you to stay still." Celeborn cautioned as the hands pressed down, then released their grip to meander through the sticky-sweet coating, smearing it much as a child smears their paint with thier fingers. He lowered his mouth once more to Legolas' skin, suckling and licking and occassionally stopping to lick his lips and watch Legolas toss his head as he tried to remain still beneath the assault.
"Please, my lord..." Legolas whimpered at last, wriggling his hips as Celeborn ran his tongue up his thigh.
"Yes?" Celeborn glanced up and raised one eyebrow. "Are you asking for something, Courtesan?"
"I... ah... no." Legolas stilled for a second before dragging in a deep breath and admitting, "It was more like begging, my lord."
Celeborn's chuckle sounded low and deep and then his mouth closed hot and sweet over Legolas' aching erection, laving it lovingly as Legolas gasped and let out a moan he could not contain, even had he truly tried. It was not long before he felt himself building and writhed helplessly beneath Celeborn's mouth, gasping wordless pleas that Celeborn answered with rythmic motions that increased steadily until Legolas cried out his satisfaction.
As he collapsed back onto the table, utterly spent and still completely sticky, Celeborn straightened and rested a hand upon his thigh. "I believe you have repented, Sarnlass. Now, if you would be so kind as to gather up Illiene in her blanket nest, I believe all three of us are in desperate need of the baths."
Legolas gave Celeborn a grateful smile and gingerly raised his stiff limbs from the table. He stretched thoroughly as he approached the bed and bundled Illiene's slight and sleepy frame into his arms. Celeborn gestured for him to lead the way, then scooped up the bowl of peaches. At the door, he called down for bread and cheese to be brought to the baths and Legolas smiled again as he made his way down to the bathing chambers.
Celeborn caught up to them and swung the bathing chamber open. In the large sunken pool, Lady Galadriel lounged, her hair splayed about her, her back to them. Her voice was sweet as she called out, "Is that my naughty naughty Sarnlass?"
Illiene gestured to be released and Legolas answered Galadriel as he set her down. "It is your most penitent and apologetic Sarnlass, my Lady."
She glanced over her shoulder, her grin mirthful. "And is my Lord Celeborn most pleased with his present?"
Celeborn knelt to offer her a slice of peach and lightly kiss her forehead. "Most pleased, melleth. Now, would you be so kind as to tell your dear Sarnlass that you ordered him not to climax and then intentionally pressured him to do so.?"
Legolas could not hold back his surprise, and knew it must show on his face. Illiene's giggle sounded behind him, and Lady Galadriel shrugged. "It worked, didn't it? You got your honey and your peaches, served upon your favorite platter."
Celeborn kissed her again then extended his hand to Legolas. "And I've left plenty for you as well, melleth nin."
As Legolas approached, Illiene slipped close to him, her voice mirthful. "I am sorry, Sarnlass. They do this every year! But I didn't dare warn you!"
He shot her a half-hearted glare, but failed as Galadriel reached for him. "Don't be angry, sweet Sarnlass. We'll serve tomorrow's dessert on Illiene, if it will make you feel better."

Ta Da!

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My dearest readers,

Thank you so much for your continued support! This story is so much fun to write, and I'm enjoying every second of it!

Unfortunately, a loved one is reaching the end of a long and painful terminal illness. I am spending as much time as I can in their company, and with my family, which means less time for writing, not to mention that it's hard to write with this weight in my heart.

This story is well outlined, and many chapters are concieved, outlined, and in some cases, entire scenes written, so when I have time to write, it will not take long to create and post, and I promise I shall not abandon you! The next few chapters may not be as tight as I like, nor proofread as thoroughly, but I promise to make it up to you! Thanks to everyone!

And for all my favorite writers, who give me a brief respite from all that I'm dealing with at the moment, may you have honey covered Elves whenever you desire!

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