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The Returned	By : Liliana Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Please note that the disclaimer and warnings for this story are given at the begining of the first chapter.
Author Notes: I apologize for taking so long to update. I got bitten by the Inuyasha bug, and have started a story in that fandom ( not posted yet.. ) So that means that I'm working on 3 stories simultaneously, which is nothing new, since I can never just work on one at a time. *sigh*.
DarkDreamer: Yeah, I too felt that it would be more ' real' for the twins to react that way. :)
Cassandra Rose: What! moi, write smut?. *grins evilly*
Ertia: Well... I can't let Elrond be austere all the time!. ;)
Jayn: Glad you liked it. That kitchen scene played so well in my head, I just had to write it!. :)
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CHAPTER 21:
Lips traced the pale columm of his throat hungrily, yet tentatively, as if afraid that the full unleashing of passion would drive him away.
" More..." He whispered, because it was truly what he wanted, what he needed.
A muffled groan vibrated against his skin, sending another shiver down his spine and he arched into the arms holding him, offering himself without reservation. Those lips paused at the spot where his jawline met his earlobe, bitting softly before a tongue ran upwards along the outer rim of his ear, all the way to the pointed tip. This time, it was he who groaned as he felt it being gently sucked, and his fingers tightened to a desperate clutch upon the bare shoulders of his lover.
They were both bare. Stripped of all accoutrements, of all rank, of all barriers. And the friction of their pressed nakedness was fast becoming more that he could bear. Yes...he needed. Now.
The world tilted lazily as he was gently lowered to the ground, until his half-lidded eyes were looking up at the sheltering canopy of the forest, as his back came to rest upon a cool cushion of fragrant grass. Then that sight was replaced by an even more beautiful one and he made an indistinct sound of appreciation, his hands reaching up to cup his lover's face, the tips of his fingers disappearing beneath the thick dark hair that framed it.
" Please..." He begged softly, and felt the almost torturous ecstasy of that body coming down to press against his, once more.
" Please..."
" Shh, my love." A voice murmured, so close to his lips that the breaths of plea and answer became one.
A hand began to caress its way down his chest, then over the taut muscles of his stomach and blindly obeying some primal instinct, he parted his legs in both surrender and invitation. But rather than feeling his lover's body settle deeper between them, he suddently found himself bereft of all contact. A strangled sound of panic left his throat, only to die down when he opened his eyes and saw that his beloved had merely moved to a kneeling position before his spread thighs.
A heated blush suffused him as he thought of how wantonly he was laying, how completely exposed he was and for a moment, he felt a ridiculous urge to cover himself up with his arms, in a gesture more befitting to a virginal maiden. His shyness must have clearly shown in his expression, for his lover's gaze became both strangely feral, yet deeply tender.
" Do you know what a feast you are to my eyes?" A husky voice questioned. " Do you know how desperately I have hungered for you?... At this moment, beloved, not even the Valar can rival your beauty."
The love in that desire-ladden voice, made it sound more melodious to his ears than it had ever sounded before and suddently, he found that he no longer cared one whit about notions of modesty, or vulnerability. All he cared about, was the promise of fulfillment he could see in his lover's smouldering stare. Then a hand reached down, fingers tracing feather-light over his hardened cock and over his sensitive sack, until they brushed against the hidden place that held the key to that promise.
His hips bucked at that touch, his own throat making a sound that was barely recognizable as elven. It was accompanied by a tremor that coursed down his spine, bringing his senses careening towards that one area of his body. He felt his lover's other hand come to rest against the underside of his left thigh, then felt it gently push, in silent request. It was a request that both of his legs eagerly answered of their own volition, as if they knew what was expected, even if his mind was too addled by desire to understand. Upwards they went, fluidly bending at the knees, until his tiny opening became fully exposed to the other's sight.
Had he been thinking clearly, he would have surely felt a resurgence of those feelings of modesty and vulnerability, at finding himself in such a position. But as he head the soft popping sound of a bottle being uncorked, the only feeling he knew was that of eager anticipation. Vaguely, he registered a sweet scent in the air, then his lover's fingers touched again upon his entrance, gently massaging it with a thick coat of oil.
Oh!, but the sensation was too much. Yet, paradoxically, not nearly enough. His hands, also seemingly of their own volition, came up to hook behind his knees and his eyes slid shut as he began to pant, softly. Those pants soon turned to moans when he felt a finger slide inside, breaching him. Steadily it moved, in and out, setting the precedent for what was to come. Then another finger was added, gently stretching him, and then...
And then, they crooked within him, pressing against that very key, fulfilling its promise. His neck and shoulders arched up off the ground, driving the back of his head deeper into the cushioning grass, and his moans became one ragged groan, a mingling of surprise and ecstasy.
{ Yes!...Yes!... } He thought.
" Yes!" He cried.
" Yes, my love." The equally ragged voice of his lover panted back, as yet another finger made its way inside him.
So did his lover continue to prepare the way until at last, those fingers withdrew. At the loss of them, a forlorn sound escaped his throat. His head rose from the grass, eyes snapping open, before quickly glazing over when he saw that the other elf was coating his own hard length with a liberal amount of the oil. Sighing, he let his head fall back once more as his beloved moved to hover above him, brazing upon one arm while using the other to guide the coated shaft to his readied entrance. For one moment, time came to a stop. Then the tip of his lover's cock was gently pushing inside him, joining their two separate bodies, their two separate fe�s, into one.
And the pleasure of it, the joy of it, was indescribable.
This, was the physical sealing of their troth. The very culmination of their deep, abiding love. A love that began as a flirtacious first meeting, then matured through centuries of frienship. A love that had overcome the vast distance between two realms, the duties of two different ranks, the expectations of two different cultures. A love that only that morning, had obtained the full blessings of a formidable King.
All these thoughts passed fleetingly through his mind as he looked up into slate-blue eyes. Eyes that looked back down at him with a warmth and wonderment that bellied their stormy color. And as he basked in their gaze, he parted his lips to whisper the name that was now joined with his for all eternity...
" Prince Legolas! Prince Legolas!"
The sun-dappled forest of his woodland home, the feel of cool grass beneath his back, the very face of his beloved, all became a rapid swirl that faded into darkness, leaving him bereft inside a void. A void that but an instant later, gave way to startled wakefulness.
He opened his eyes.
He was on the rolling plains on the other side of the pass that cut through the Misty Mountains. And it was not afternoon, for the rays of Anor had been replaced by the shadows that heralded the coming of Ithil. He sat up, bracing one hand upon the ground, then turned his head towards the voice that had just snatched him from his dreams.
One of his warriors stood at the bottom of the low-rising mound that Legolas had chosen for the tenous privacy it offered. It was a privacy he knew none of his companions would have violated, had there not been a very good reason to do so. He quickly came to his feet, his senses tingling with alarm, as he saw the guard point at something in the distance. And there, against the backdrop of the deepening twilight, he saw a line of dark, misshapen silhouettes moving rapidly towards them.
Orcs!...
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Far from that scene of impending battle, another golden-haired elf was staring out into the distance.
Twilight had always been a time that he associated with his beloved, for it was a time of magic, of mystery. A time perfectly balanced between darkness and light, like the elf he had fallen so hopelessly in love with long, long ago.
Glorfindel sighed.
They had spent the day in one of the most beautiful spots within the realm of Imladris. Eating, drinking, and most importatly, talking by the shores of an emerald-colored lagoon, fed by a gently sloping waterfall. With their backs resting against ancient boulders so thoroughly covered in fragrant moss, as to have become the most comfortable of cushions, they had used their heartfelt words to painstakingly repair the rent in their relantionship. Never, in all the millenia spanning their union, had they laid themselves so utterly bare before one another. And it was frightening, at times almost unbearably painful, yet so, so very right.
But now the words were done. Erestor had gone up the short path that led to a cleverly-built cottage that seemed to flow out of the surrounding boulders, leaving Glorfindel behind to stare at the coming night, unsure if they were both yet ready for him to follow.
" Glorfindel."
The advisor's voice, normally so cool and impersonal, drifted down towards him and the Balrog Slayer's heart missed a beat, as it caressed his ear like a sensual purr. It was a sound that had always been reserved for him, and him alone. Slowly, Glorfindel turned to face the cottage. Erestor stood just outside the open doorway, his form illuminated by the soft light of the candles lit within, his body wrapped in nothing but one of the blankets they had brought with them.
The rustling of the treetops, the chirping of the crickets, even the cascading of the waterfall, all faded away into silence as the two elves gazed at each other from across both ends of that short path. And in that moment, the very last trace of uncertainty was banished from the warrior's heart.
" Glorfindel." The advisor purred again.
Then let the blanket fall...
TBC...
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