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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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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely
flowers to play with?
Fifteen Years

Chapter 20: Unraveled Vines
Legolas found himself beneath a pear tree, his half-eaten plate of bread and fruit still in his lap, his journal and ink laid to one side. Tilting his head back to watch the afternoon sun as it sprinkled dappled glitter through the leaves, he took a deep breath and let it out, feeling truly at ease for the first time since departing Celeborn's bed that morning. The Elf-lord was tense. The entire realm seemed on edge as they awaited word from R�mil and Orophin.
Celeborn and Galadriel had been arguing with their advisors for days. Some favored killing the vile tinkers outright. Others felt it was the Elves place to set an example in mercy. Galadriel was in favor of mercy, imprisoning them for a time and forcing their labors to rebuild what they destroyed. Celeborn wanted an example made of them, that other men may see the folly of forcing their ways upon the Elves. It was no secret that Haldir wanted them dead, a sentiment that many shared.

Legolas no longer cared what came of the men, as long as it meant some peace in the household where he had only just begun to find a home. The night before had been spent with his Lady, only to have Celeborn call for him well before dawn. He knew not what had passed between the Elf-lord and little Illiene, but he had heard her weeping in her room as he answered Celeborn's summons.
Lord Celeborn had been nothing short of harsh when he had arrived and Legolas was exhausted. He stretched his sore legs and turned his stiff neck this way and that. He had only a scant few hours before the current session of council would end and he would be needed once more. Briefly, he wondered if he should try to take solace in sleep, but just as he decided that a long soak in the bath would be more to a benefit, he heard Illiene calling him.
The delicate courtesan was coming down the steps quickly, her face still drawn from weeping, although her tears had been washed away and a hint of rouge had brightened her pale cheeks. "Sarnlass? Sarnlass, are you here?"
He rose, and picked up his plate and journal. "Aye. Illiene, I am here. What is the matter?"
The courtesan slowed her steps and came to a graceful stop before Legolas. "Saes, Sarnlass. Can you help me?"
"Of course. Whatever is wrong?" Legolas became more concerned at the frantic shake of her head.
"Not here." She took his arm as gently as though she were attending a banquet on his arm and turned him back towards the steps. "Come."
She didn't stop until she reached his room, opened the door and guided him inside. When he'd laid aside his plate and book, he turned to face her. Her hair was loose, a gallop of wild dark strands around her face. "I need your help, Sarnlass."
"So you said." Legolas shook his head gently, "Whatever is wrong, Illiene? How can I help?"
"I...Oh, Valar, Sarnlass! You've done nothing with this room! It's as barren as the day you arrived!"
"Illiene, the decore of my room is not at issue here. What is wrong?" Legolas frowned.
She settled onto the edge of his bed. "I... can't... you know."

"Cannot what?" Legolas didn't know.

Finally, Illiene huffed slightly, brushing one tiny delicate hand over her forehead. "I'm to go to Lord Haldir in less than an hour."
Legolas took a step back, catching a glimpse of his own dismayed glare in the mirror and quickly schooling it to something more gentle. "Oh, I see. I'm sorry. But what can I do about it?"
For an instant it occurred to him that Illiene had hatched some plan to cross the Marchwarden, but surely she knew better than that? The quick shake of her head reassured him.
"I've tried everything, Sarnlass. I'm simply not... I can't get..." Illiene's voice quavered off, then she pushed from the bed and advanced towards him. "I need your help."
"Oh! Oh. You want me to..." Legolas tried to find the right words. "You need arousal."
She nodded, and now her smile turned seductive, predatory.
"But Illiene, I don't think of you that way." Legolas found himself raising gentle hands to her shoulders in spite of himself.
Her laughter was a barren tinkle. "Of course not, silly. I never wanted you to."
"You never wanted?" Legolas stared down at the merrily dancing eyes. "I don't understand."
She drew her face back. "You mean you don't turn it off? The attraction? Ever?"
Legolas shrugged. "I don't know how."
"Oh, Valar, Sarnlass! Who trained you?" Her words were disparaging but she was still smiling up at him.
"I," Legolas stopped, not willing to share his story with her. At the same time, he was relieved. It had bothered him that he hadn't found her attractive. To know that the comrade-like affection he'd felt for her was of her own making eased his mind. He let the corner of his mouth draw up in a rueful smile. "It was complicated."
"It usually is." Her smile was wry. "Well, perhaps I'll teach you sometime. But not now."
Her fingers slid around his waist, tracing the cut of the muscles of his lower back, then she tilted her face up to him, her sweet pink lips separating slightly. "Right now, I need you with all of your attraction intact."

He squeezed her shoulders lightly, and leaned his lips down to hers for a gentle kiss. Drawing back, he gave her a slim smile. "I fear I'm not at my best at the moment."
She nodded, pressing closer to him, her small breasts against his chest. "I could hear, even over my own weeping. I'll be glad when this is all over."
At her tiny shudder, Legolas felt a surge of protective feelings and wrapped his arms around her, bending his head to hers once more, nuzzling her hair affectionately. "As will we all. But we are courtesans, and oft our lot is an unhappy one."
With that, he slid gentle lips over hers, pressing his tongue to her mouth and found her eagerly responding. Her arms clenched at his back, pulling him back to the bed with her. As she gracefully lay back, he knelt over her, never breaking the kiss. Illiene was all of the sweetness that her appearance offered, with a hint of her sauciness and Legolas found himself responding to her touch, to her kisses.
She clenched small hands around his buttocks, pulling him to her, sliding the length of her body against him and he groaned, rolling to his side to hold her in the crook of his arm as she broke their kiss and ran her lips down his neck, tasting his tender skin. He could feel the flush of her arousal as she entwined their legs and he slid his hand over her body, stroking her breasts through the fabric of her gown. Her breath was perpetuated by small moans as she kissed him with building urgency.
Legolas felt himself harden and rolled her beneath him, kissing her urgently. She responded and for a long moment Legolas lost himself in the feel of her, her delicacy, so different from Celeborn's hard power. How he needed this gentleness after last night. All too soon, she was breaking the kiss, slowing her hands, gasping for control.
He drew back immediately, enjoying the flush of pink on her cheeks that outweighed the now smeared make-up, and the pink of her parted lips. She smiled, panting for a moment before prying her hands between them and pushing gently away. "Ah. Thank you, Sarnlass."
"My pleasure." He answered with a grin.

She rose and straightened her gown, glancing in the mirror and patting her midnight hair back down. She gave him a brief curtsey. "Mine as well. I feel I could face an entire army of Men now!"
Legolas laughed. "Our MarchWarden is just as forbidding."
Then he turned serious, "I don't envy you, Illiene. And why is he calling for you? Does he not have Feanal?"
She shrugged and gave him a wink. "It's not my place to ask. If I were the sort to gossip I would say Feanal has nothing to do with our MarchWarden's bed and everything to do with his pride."
Now Legolas nearly howled with laughter for Illiene was the most likely gossip in the city. "I think you're right. But you'd best go. You'll be late."
Dashing back to the bed, Illiene gave Legolas a parting kiss, then sighed as she glanced down his body at his obvious arousal. "I'll make it up to, Sarnlass."
And then she was out the door, closing it behind her.
Legolas sighed and glanced down at his erection then out the window at the sunlight, judging the time. Perhaps he would have enough time to settle that before council ended. Unfastening his laces he squirmed out of his trousers, dismayed again at the dark marks where his lords fingers had dug into his thighs that morning.
He had just relaxed back onto his pillows, closing his eyes to relive the past moments with Illiene than there was a sharp knock at his door. Snatching a blanket around his waist he answered it, expecting a messenger from Celeborn. To his dismay, Celeborn himself pushed into the room. The Elf-Lords face was stern as he shoved the door shut and turned Legolas to him.
"My lord? Is council ended so soon?" Legolas barely finished his words when he found his mouth plundered violently. Celeborn's right hand locked around his collar, while his left hand wrapped around Legolas' waist. Legolas found himself pushed back against the wall under the assault, barely able to keep his feet, let alone respond.
Overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught, Legolas struggled in spite of himself, trying to draw back. The blanket fell away and Celeborn's body came between his legs, grinding their bodies together, the heavy satin of Celeborn's robes slick against Legolas' bare skin. The silver haired lord raised his head, looking down into Legolas' stunned face with raised eyebrows. "You taste of Illiene."
"Aye." Legolas was unsure why he felt guilty. Was such a thing forbidden?"
"She couldn't face the Marchwarden without bolstering." Celeborn muttered, "Or is that you couldn't face me without such?"
"My lord." Legolas gasped, fear shooting through him. There was no right answer. A cleverly laid trap? Was Celeborn so vicious to have laid such?
The steel-grey eyes blinked for a moment, and then the expression softened, and the fingers at his collar loosed their hold and massaged gently at the tense muscles beneath. "Nay. Forgive me, Sarnlass. I well understand your dilemma. Come, let me bed you before supper is served."
Legolas gazed up into Celeborn's face, wise and severe and managed a teasing smile, although his heart was still pounding. "As you please, My Lord."

The result was unexpected. Celeborn moved swiftly, backing Legolas to the bed and spinning him around. A tug at his collar directed him to his knees.
Legolas knelt, felt Celeborn's firm hands on his shoulders, pressing his upper body to the bed. His legs were forced apart and he heard the unmistakable sound of Celeborn's outer robe slipping to the floor. Then Celeborn's hands were on his hips and his body hard against Legolas' backside. Fear shot through Legolas once more. He wouldn't take him like this, with his size and no preparation?
Celeborn's mouth was on his back, kissing with hard, biting kisses. Legolas squirmed and tried to find his voice. When Celeborn's hand pressed forcefully between his buttocks he found it rather abruptly, although it came out as nearly a squeak. "My lord...oil. Box to your left."
The teeth tracing his shoulder blade nipped painfully, and Legolas froze, his muscles tensing. Then the sound of the box opening and a bottle uncorking made him gasp in relief. Celeborn's hand gentled and oil drizzled generously before Celeborn murmured to him. "Be still, Sarnlass. This is for me."
The intention was clear and Legolas pressed his cheek to the bed as Celeborn pressed into his body. He tried to relax, to let his master take his will. The stretching pain was less than he had anticipated, yet he felt himself tensing further. Inhaling the scent of the freshly washed bedclothes into his nostrils, Legolas felt his body accommodating Celeborn's length and sighed the breath out. Then Celeborn's hands were on his shoulders, rocking him back and forth to meet each thrust.

"Ah. Good." Celeborn's praise warmed him and Legolas allowed himself to fall into the rhythm. Slowly, his own arousal returned and he found himself thrusting back against Celeborn, feeling the hard muscled thighs slap against his own.

A moan sounded, but Legolas was unsure which of them it issued from. He echoed it, muffling the sound in the coverlet and sweet rushes of his bed. Celeborn's strong fingers gripped his hips, raised them, changing the angle to deepen the thrusts as he came silently to his fulfillment.

Legolas felt the body surrounding him shudder hard and tried to will his own arousal to fulfillment, but it was too late. Celeborn's hands pressed him to the bed as he steadily withdrew. His hand cracked lightly across Legolas' buttock once before he moved away and stood up.

Legolas pulled himself upright and onto the bed as Celeborn donned his robes. The silver lord looked back at him from the doorway. "I will see you at supper, Sarnlass."

Then he paused for a moment as Legolas nodded his assent, and there was something akin to regret in his eyes. He took in the livid marks on Legolas thighs, the hard erection that had not waned, the dullness in the Courtesans' eyes. "I'll make it up to you, Sarnlass."

"It is of no concern." Legolas lied, his arousal turning painful, and his weary body aching. He struggled to smile at Celeborn, who nodded and left, shutting the door firmly behind himself.
Legolas fell back on the bed, pulling a blanket over himself. He felt tired. Used.
At the thought, he laughed bitterly to himself. And no more that he deserved! How often at home had he taken Mirie or Ninsewel in much the same way, to ease his own tensions, with little regard for their satisfaction?
"Well, Courtesan, you'd best get used to it." He said to himself as he settled against the pillow. It might well be a very long fifteen years!
"Courtesan Sarnlass?" The voice of a messenger called from without, "The Lady requests your presence in the bathing chambers!"
Legolas closed his eyes even as he took a deep breath and forced himself out of bed. Grabbing a robe, he answered the messenger with a forced determination. Courtesan he was, and Courtesan he would be. "I will attend to her immediately!"

Ta Da!

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Oh, my loves! Thank you so much for your patience and all of your encouragement! 2005 was a very dark year for me, and your emails, reviews and encouraging, sometimes pleading and occassionally threatening words kept me going. I fully intend to finish the story of our lovely Courtesans.
Soda- I hope you're still out there reading! Thank you so much for your encouragement!
nikkiling - May you have honey dripped Elves whenever you wish! I do hope you haven't given up on me entirely.
DarkDreamer- Your friendship and support (not to mention your consistent posting to "Fire Dance") has kept me going! Bless you and all your Elves for the distraction you gave me during the dark times!
Naira - Still out there, hon? I hope so! I know the wait has been too long.
Tuxedo Elf - Glad you enjoyed what I've done so far! Hope you're still loving it, even after all this time!
Morier - What is there to say? You have brightened my past months more than I can ever say (in spite of all the angst) I don't know what I shall do now that your lovely tale has ended. I heard rumor it was to be your last? Please say it isn't so!
And yes, thank you for your kind words. With your encouragement (and by taking the example of your Legolas) my father and I were able to spend his last months saying many things that we had never said in our lifetime together. There were no regrets at the end.

Emmess - Many many blessings on you for never letting me give up on this tale! Your encouraging emails and reviews, and being able to lose myself in your fanfiction helped me get through! Thank YOU!!!!! Here, let me send you some of these fresh peaches Santgalas just forwarded me!
Minerva- Thank you! THANK YOU! I know your still reading out there because I see your reviews time to time. Hope you're still with me here in Lothlorien, as well!
Sessyangel - *laughing* Brains and Elf-sex CAN go together! I hope this continues to live up to your expectations!
Lioncourt - HERE! HERE! Finally, at long last, updated! Now please, call off the Warg! It's drooling on my carpet!
Animebishieluver - Glad you found me here, hope you're still out there to be reading!
Gabby- Beloved, I'm here! I am! I am so sorry for the long wait! The words are once again coming and the tale is telling itself.
Othello - Please don't die! Here! Elrond can save you! I'm sure of it. And here, lots of sex... well, not so satisfying for our pour courtesan, I'm afraid, but there you have it!
Manitou - You know what I would say if I could find the words. Since I cannot (Need Morier's vocabulary, maybe?) all I will say is thank you for the palak paneer. It was the greatest.

I know I sound like I'm groveling here, but I am. You have all been fabulous and wonderfully supportive. I can't find the words to express my gratitude. Therefore, the rest of this story is entirely for all of you with all of my love!
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