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Aearlinn - Aderthad

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In the Deep of the Night within the Last Homely House ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Elrond didn't see Legolas again for four whole days and nights. For the totality of that segment of time, he did not feel Aearen's call resounding in his heart, not even faintly, not the lightest tremor.

The first day, he wavered between indignant outrage over the lengthy subterfuge perpetrated by his beloved Aearen and fretful remorse over the reasoning behind the trickery. He alternated between wishing he'd never said he would treat Legolas differently to grousing that it was foolish of the sylvan to imagine anything else possible and why did that mean he would consider him a merely trophy or some sort of prize? Of course, that brought him back to the shameful acknowledgement that this was exactly how Elrond had viewed his first mate and that there was every possibility Legolas was right. Would he have come to love the Wood Elf if he'd known he was related to royalty? Might he not have sent for his beloved's parents at once, comprehending the political consequences of keeping someone of noble birth, even as dubious as that term might be when applied to the Elves of Mirkwood, as little more than a catamite? Elrond eventually had to accept the truth of this and with it came the idea that Legolas must have worked all this out fairly early on in his residency.

Elrond pondered on that for most of the second day, expounding in rapturous tones about his sylvan mate's benevolent heart. Somehow, Legolas had sensed that the Elven Lord was lonely and miserable. For some reason, he had decided to extend his love to the stern, arrogant, prejudiced Noldorin noble, so to break through and reach his dormant heart, awakening it to joy again. Even Lindir found this too much and reminded Elrond that Legolas had been in dire straights and unable to make such decisions consciously. If the commitment had been made, it was purely instinctive and intuitive. By the time Legolas was well enough to fully comprehend his situation, he must have found his heart as fully engaged as his spirit. Elrond thought that was even more sublime, for it could only mean that the bond was truly meant to be and somehow Legolas' fever-ridden mind had accepted that fate. He bemoaned his own heart's lack of grace in failing to grasp the same concept. How much simpler it would all be now if only Elrond had received the gift of Legolas' heart with gratitude, happiness, and a heavy golden ring instead of rejecting the notion of properly wedding the young Elf.

The whole of the second night, Elrond wept bitter, despondent, self-pitying tears.

Dawn of the third day brought him to frantic worry. What was Legolas eating? Was he eating at all? Where was he sleeping? Was he lying in the branches of some tree fading due to the breach in their bond? What if he'd decided to leave and head for the Havens, intending to take ship to Aman after all? How was Tinu Mín fairing under this troubling stress? Elrond organised search parties and had every member of his staff and half the Guard traipsing through the wilds of Imladris, calling for Legolas, pleading with him to come back. He sent messengers on his fastest horses racing from the valley, some in the direction of Mithlond, some over the eastern road toward the Misty Mountains in case Legolas had decided to go to his people. No one turned up any sign of the Wood Elf. By sundown, Elrond was convinced he was either dead or gone forever, their little babe no more, and his tears that night racked his body with grief and sorrow.

On the fourth day he refused to come out of his rooms and sat at his desk, silent and sombre, analysing the meticulous plans Legolas had drawn. He wrote a letter to Arwen and had it sent at once by messenger. He penned another note to his sons, informing them of the tragedy and bidding them return post haste. He had expected them to arrive for the hearing, but no sign of them had been seen. Finally, he called Glorfindel, Erestor, and Lindir into his office and announced his plans to leave for the Havens as soon as he'd had the chance to speak with his children. By then, it had been three days since he'd taken any food and Elrond was not looking well. Indeed, he believed he was in the first stages of fading and put aside Vilya, lest his diminishing strength sap the potent energy of the brightest Elven Ring.

His friends were horrified, of course, and did all they could to dissuade him from this plan, to no avail. They had not been sitting idly by while all this transpired but had been unable to draw Elrond from his growing despondency. Erestor had briefly captured his attention with the plan of discovering, by process of elimination, to which noble Sindarin House Legolas belonged. The idea was a good one and would have at least given Elrond a task with a goal, but it came to naught when they both had to admit that they didn't know which Sindarin aristocrats had joined Oropher's migration. They tried to recall what Elves from the battle of the Last Alliance seemed to be high-born, pure-blood Sinda and couldn't come up with any name that belonged to an Elf from Mirkwood, save for Thranduil, his two brothers, and Oropher himself. The rest were but a nameless host, poorly trained, insufficiently prepared, and ultimately expendable. This plunged Elrond into even deeper despair for it was clear Legolas had been given no reason to believe he would be valued, even had he revealed his heritage right away.

Glorfindel tried to help, too. He personally went to every place in the valley Legolas was known to haunt, even though Elrond had already done this numerous times. The Wood Elf was not in Lanthir Fân, the lily bog was bereft of his lilting songs, the little pond where the newly hatched ducklings paddled behind their mother hadn't seen him, and the stable-master reported no sign of him, even though one of his favourite mares was due to give birth soon. The Balrog-slayer was not willing to admit defeat easily, however, and organised a troop to scour the wooded highlands, instructing them to climb each and every tree. This was fruitless and Glorfindel was beginning to believe Elrond was right and Legolas was simply gone. Yet he persevered, sending out a scouting party to locate the twins and enlist their aid. He even sent word to the Rangers to be on watch for a lone sylvan Elf, but none of his efforts produced positive results.

As for Lindir, he had believed he would find Legolas very quickly by querying the trees. He discovered that Legolas considered his conduct at the impromptu breakfast meeting nothing less than betrayal. If not for Lindir's remark about Thranduil preferring his payments in gems, Erestor might not have asked that damnable question. Legolas had spread the word among the green life of Imladris: Lindir was not to be trusted and at all costs must not learn where his fellow sylvan had gone. The minstrel found out that age has nothing on rank and not a single sapling in all the realm would go against the command of a prince of the woods. The singer had to report his failure to Elrond and beg forgiveness; he'd believed it for the best for the truth to come out but never had he imagined Legolas would react this way. The Lord of the Vale granted clemency at once, saying it was none of Lindir's fault and all of his and he should have listened to his old mentor in the first place.

Nightfall of the fourth day found all the valley subdued and frightened, for gossip had spread and everyone knew that Elrond was fading.

Elrond sighed, a bare whisper of a breath that left his nostrils and faintly fluttered the edge of the most recent plan Legolas had presented to him. The Elven Lord took it up, admiring the way the supports for the floors interlocked with one another snugly around the tree's trunk without ever piercing the rugged bark. He smiled, noticing one room set aside for bathing, an elaborate contraption rigged amid the branches to make hauling water up into the tree easier. All around the perimeter of this chamber were screens for privacy and Legolas had also pencilled in a roomy copper tub. There were even shelves for towels and toiletries, cupboards for robes and dry clothes, and something that looked like a small brazier for building a fire. Next to it Legolas had written: 'needed to keep Tinu Mîn warm in the first few months.'

Those few words stung him as no others could and Elrond felt his heart constrict painfully, the weight of his loss making it sluggish and unstable. Maybe it would simply stop, for how could he sustain it in the absence of Legolas' love? Why should it matter? He would never see his fourth babe, not here in Imladris and he had promised not to sail until the future of Arda was secured from the evil influence of Sauron. If he was lucky, Legolas would make it to Aman and Elrond would meet his third son there, all grown, his own father no more than a stranger to greet with polite courtesy rather than his beloved Ada to clasp to his heart in welcoming joy. Elrond burst into tears, fisting the detailed drawings in his hands and bowing his face against them.

"Ai! Nín'ódhel, beloved, don't despair, don't fade! I'm here; I'm here."

The voice came from the balcony and Elrond's head rose instantly as he twisted in his chair to see, afraid to believe it could be possible. It was. Legolas was already moving across the short space, whole and hearty, and Elrond leaped up to meet him. They collided betwixt the open alcove and the desk, clutching each other with desperate ferocity, arms grabbing around shoulders, locking about waists, mouths seeking skin to press upon, noses rejoicing in familiar scents.

"Aearen! Praise Elbereth, you are safe and well, praise Elbereth." he hugged hard, rejoicing to feel the small mound where their child lay sleeping still there. "I thought I'd lost you both. I've been searching and searching for you. Where did you go? Please, you must forgive me for what I said; it was wrong; I was wrong. Everything had to happen just the way it has or maybe I would have sent you away before I discovered how much I love you."

"Forgive you? I am the one who deceived you, Elrond. I am here to learn if you will be merciful and take me back. I've been stubborn and foolish, nursing a hurt I caused myself," Legolas said, squeezing back, elated to receive this welcome. He'd heard the rumours of his beloved's declining health and had immediately abandoned his stubborn pride, desperate to mend Nín'ódhel's ailing spirit, ashamed to have brought his mate such serious strife. He pried Elrond's arms loose and studied him pensively, noting the pale drawn face lined with tear tracks and darkly circled eyes. Legolas heart quailed at the visible anguish he'd caused. He wiped away the salty smear in despondent wonder; he'd made the noble Lord break down and cry. "Are you all right, beloved? Tell me I haven't harmed you beyond repair."

"Nay, 'tis nothing now that you're here. Promise me you won't do that again, though. Whatever we must face, whether it is a misunderstanding or a quarrel, we have to work through it together. When you ran away I was powerless to do anything to correct the situation. I didn't know if you'd left for Aman or lay wasting in sorrow amid the branches somewhere." Elrond offered this gentle admonishment, smiling a little as Legolas framed his face and smothered him in adoring kisses.

"I know, you're right of course," the sylvan archer avowed through the frantic impress of his lips all over Elrond's wan face. "I behaved like a foolish elfling. I promise not to run anymore." He stopped and looked deep into his mate's eyes. "Never again, never, beloved. I have missed you so," he whispered, the heat of intense desire flooding the simple words. He leaned close, eyes drifting shut as he did, and inhaled deeply, burying his nose in the crook of his mate's neck. "Elrond, I want you." Legolas did not wait for a response, pressing his lips firmly against Elrond's, demanding entrance, controlling the kiss when it was granted, wringing a surprised grunt from the Elven Lord.

Legolas kept the kissing going, retreating for air but a miniscule portion of a second or so then fusing them together anew. His tongue was insistent, demanding, probing, and hot where it lapped against the roof of Elrond's mouth. A fretful whine escaped him and he began backing his beloved toward the desk, hands alternating between carding through the silky midnight strands still bound in sylvan braids and unfastening Elrond's robes. The feel of the plaiting, so distinctly Legolas' own, so singular a sign of his claim on the Noldo Lord, roused him more and he shifted, pressing his groin and its solid erection against Elrond's thigh, pivoting his hips to give a little shove; a low growl left his lungs.

They reached reached the desk and stood rocking together, lips hungry, hands devouring, hearts burning. Elrond's rump pressed hard against the rigid edge of the fine wood as Legolas rubbed against him. Without warning, the sylvan suddenly bent his knees, grasped Elrond about the waist, and hoisted him up onto the smooth, polished surface. The plans crinkled and shifted softly, underscoring the Noldorin Lord's sudden exclamation of surprise. He hadn't time for questions for Legolas parted his legs and slipped between them, already working loose Elrond's leggings while concentrating on his ears with seductive licks and nibbles. "I want you." He said it in Nandorin, unaware that he had done so, the words a hushed breath racing over the slickened cartilage, and Elrond shivered.

"Aearen?" he met the Wood Elf's smoulderingly gaze, shocked by this new, domineering expression of his mate's ardour but excited at the same time, something that doubled his surprise. He had no desire to analyse the unfamiliar sensation, however, for Legolas was at that moment drawing his cock from the gaping pants, fisting the rigid flesh and working it firmly, eyes glued to the maroon head. Elrond could only watch and react, hips giving spasmodic thrusts in hopes of enhancing the pleasure. Then Legolas stopped, climbing almost atop him, one leg spread over his thigh, hand groping his ear, kissing him, forcing him to lie back on the hard surface. Elrond reclined on his elbows, a groan leaving his throat as he sought to take command of the kiss, but Legolas broke from him and stood back, grinning with that devilish twinkle darting through his eyes.

"Lift up, Nín'ódhel," he said, the syllables simple enough but the tones forming them were compelling in a way they had never been before, packed with hungry urgency that wouldn't be denied. He wanted this now, was ready now to make the fantasy real. "I need you bare; I need you." He drew the leggings off slowly, kissing first one leg and then the other as the limbs were uncovered. Quickly he resumed his place between the crux of those well-tones thighs, palming the balls in their velvety sac, gripping the penis tight and pumping, delighting in the moans this elicited. "Want you, Nín'ódhel, let me." His hand slid away from the tender testicles and carefully slithered beneath the muscular rump, seeking, feeling, exploring an area he had not fully known as yet, this one zone of pleasure still awaiting his initiation.

Elrond watched all this in wonder and growing enthusiasm, shifting to allow the probing fingers to find their target, thrilling to the singular quiver that jolted through him as Legolas' long, lethal fingers brushed upon his anus, circling slowly, pushing slightly. "I'm yours, Aearen. You needn't ask; take me," he whispered, watching his Wood Elf in fascination as a harsh gasp fled Legolas' body, eyes dilated and nostrils flared. He was aroused in a way Elrond had never seen and the effect left him tingling with anticipation, the touch of the digits exploring his tightly sealed hole making his cock twitch and his balls ache.

Still, even as deep in his passion as Legolas was, he yet had presence of mind to slow down and prepare his mate. He had not forgotten how long it had been since Elrond had experienced this kind of intimacy. The fingers retreated and he leaned down to share a long kiss, breaking it to rest his head on Elrond's chest, listening to the pounding heart within. "We need some oil or something. What have you got in this desk?" He lifted his head with a playful, challenging toss and smiled into Elrond's grey eyes, all dark with desire and warm with love. Now, well he knew that his beloved kept a drawer stocked with such necessities for they did not confine their amorous activities to the stately bedroom.

Elrond grinned back and rolled half-way to his side, reaching behind him to pry open the compartment. He fished around as if unable to find what they both knew was there, offering a comical expression of mock alarm that made Legolas snicker. At last he produced a small flask, holding it out to his mate as he leaned on an elbow and settled into a more comfortable position, wriggling until his arse was flush with the edge, heels propped on the surface, legs gaping wide, everything exposed. The reaction from Legolas was phenomenal. He almost choked on the trilling call that welled up in his throat, its vibrations low and sonorous like the sound a wolf makes before it howls. Bending down, he ran his tongue up the length of the Elven Lord's rigid shaft from root to crown, made a slurping little lap across the slit and then paused to lick his lips before engulfing the head of the penis. He sucked greedily as he wrapped his fist around the florid column, stroking with swift, short motions that had Elrond desperate in seconds.

"Aearen! Legolas, aye, more," he called out, wishing he could reach the swaying mass of golden hair brushing enticingly against his thighs.

Legolas stopped, panting for breath, almost overwhelmed with what was about to happen, offering the soft trill in response to Elrond's discontented plaint. A questioning glance searched his mate's face and found edgy assent. Hurriedly he removed the stopper from the bottle of oil, relaxing a bit as the cool, fresh scent of it met his nose, and poured some into his palm. Quickly coating his fingers, he pressed them to the puckered entrance, carefully easing one through the constricting muscles until the second knuckle slipped through. Elrond tensed up and squirmed though it was clear he was trying to remain relaxed and still, so Legolas resumed the manual stimulation of the erect organ to distract him. A few tentative, investigative pokes yielded nothing and he frowned, once more training inquiring eyes upon Elrond's.

"Deeper, Aearen, you're almost there," encouraged Elrond, surprised at how eager he was as he strained to allow the finger in. He smiled, hoping to instil confidence in the sylvan, and watched a glimmer of determination flash across Legolas' countenance. The next push was stronger and the finger curled inward, brushing against the small swell of the prostate, and Elrond's whole body jerked under the force of the pleasure racing through his nerves. He called out, just a lusty shout and nothing more, and found himself wishing Legolas would hurry up, and so he gasped out, never realising it, lifting pleading eyes to his beloved.

"Ai Valar," whispered Legolas, awestruck by the response, and at once pressed again on the interior gland, working his finger in an out. The expression on Elrond's face was unlike any he'd ever seen there and it was so thoroughly erotic he stopped pumping the Elven Lord's shaft in order to get his loose from its confinement, for he was still fully clothed. While he worked on that problem, he withdrew the single digit and inserted two, amazed at the pressure around the fingers as he strove to spread the tight channel. The mental image of his cock replacing them nearly had him undone before he could even start and he gave an impatient growl.

Elrond responded with a wanton moan, pushing hard against the fingers inside him, head tilted back, long hair spilling over the plans. "I'm ready, Aearen, I need you now."

Legolas could not answer, overwhelmed with the need to fulfil the demand, struggling to concentrate on what he was doing, remembering at the last minute to insert a third finger just to be sure. His leggings sagged loose around his buttocks but he couldn't delay even the short time required to get them off. Indeed, he hardly thought of it as he withdrew his oiled fingers and wrapped the slick hand around his organ, rocking into his own touch with a choked exclamation, eyes locked on the red entrance waiting for him. He hiked up his tunic out of the way to see, shuffling forward, breath held as he trained the tip of his penis on the centre of the target and pushed.

With a gasp he slid in, much easier than he would have imagined, and as soon as the anal muscles closed around him shoved hard, an exultant cry upon his lips. After that he was lost to it for some time, pivoting back and forth with wild abandon, eyes squeezed closed, hands gripping the sweaty flesh of parted thighs that framed his torso. Yet for all the glorious friction racing over every inch of his excited cock, it was not enough. With a sudden burst of energy, Legolas hooked one arm under Elrond's bent leg, gave a hop and planted one knee on the edge of the table, pulling himself half-way onto the desk and plowing deep into the thrilling resistance.
The powerful lunge caused a resounding slap as their bodies connected and Elrond cried out, twitching and reaching for his legs, struggling to pull them higher. They curled inward and met on the next thrust, exuberant grins breaking free just before they sealed their lips together and shared air for a few seconds. No more could they manage, needing to sustain respiration in order to continue the blistering pace of their love-making. Elrond was content to exhale each breath as a sultry moan; Legolas was as ever silent save for the loud rush of heaving lungs.

The Wood Elf was rapturous as he escalated toward inevitable climax, vigourous as he lunged with ever fibre of his strength against the taut constriction, proudly victorious as he claimed his mate at last, and profoundly moved by the trust and love Elrond evinced in permitting him to do so. He hadn't the wherewithal to make it last, the sensation was too glorious and he was as yet too inexperienced in the act to know how, and the delicious tension knotted his stomach, channelling all his conscious thought to the nexus where they were joined. Even so, his orgasm caught him by surprise, seizing him with a totality that he was unused to as his senses erupted into a staggering explosion of bliss, exquisite in its sweetness, rippling through muscle and cord with shocking intensity. He felt the warmth of his seed, spread by his lurching motion, and it was in that instant that Elrond came, his hoarse bellowing shout echoing through the room He bucked impulsively against Legolas' belly, the fresh semen wetting his mate's tunic and scenting the air with its acrid odour.

Legolas was truly done in and sagged in a trembling heap over Elrond, rejoicing as strong legs clamped around his waist and hands gripped his biceps to keep him from collapsing onto the floor. He tried to heave himself up and failed, laughing as Elrond rocked forward and caught him close. His softened penis slipped free and the separation was emotionally painful. The urge to have Elrond fuck him pulsed through his soul, vivid in its imagery and potent in its desire. He set both feet on the floor but they wouldn't hold him up. Elrond tried to drag him into his lap but the half-on, half-off leggings interfered. They groaned in unison and then laughed, at last sharing a long kiss as Legolas managed to get his arms threaded through the onyx mane and around his beloved's neck.

"Now do me," Legolas whispered when they parted, meeting Elrond's glazed and torrid gaze with equal heat.

Elrond didn't need to be told twice and recovery was never an obstacle for him. His features reorganised into a thoroughly lascivious grin as he stooped, grabbed Legolas just beneath his rump and lifted, slinging the compliant body over his shoulder. With quick strides he made for the bedroom and flung his eager mate upon the mattress. Legolas bounced and flopped out in a boneless sprawl, legs hanging off the edge a bit, slack genitals exposed, looking for all the world a helpless, ravaged victim. Except he was none of that, as his hectic fingers proved by making quick work of untying his tunic and drawing it open, offering pale, golden flesh and dark, maroon delights.

The Elven Lord, however, rather liked the helpless victim theme and thus, while seeming to be aiding in its removal, took hold of the tunic and used it to bind his sylvan lover's arms tight to one of the bedposts. They didn't play this game often but Legolas squirmed obligingly, arching his back as he tugged on the restraints just enough to make his pectorals flex. "Fuck me," he said.

Elrond watched, entranced for a moment, but held back, relishing the wanton vision before him. He decided to torment his mate a bit first and bent over him, reaching out to take one tight nipple between his fingers and pinch it, twisting just enough to make the Wood Elf groan and lift into the touch. He did the same to the other nipple, too, and kept doing it, first one and then the other, watching as Legolas' cock slowly started to fill again and his legs, still caught up in the leggings, thrashed about like the tail of a fish. Elrond stopped and stepped back as soon as he'd wrung a shrill cry from the archer, observing with lurid fascination the wrinkled brow, sealed eyelids, and parted lips that struggled for air. The blue eyes opened, a beseeching caste to the wide, staring orbs, but Elrond was immune to their charms.

He turned his back, casting off his robe and tunic as he did, moving to his dresser where the small walnut box rested. Inside were their newest pleasure toys and he took it up as he opened the top drawer, rummaging through the assorted undershirts until his hand came to rest on the carved oaken phallus Legolas had made for Ened Ethuil, for Elrond had not permitted this particular bit of sacred wood to be burned that night. He spun around then, cock jutting out to point at Legolas, and showed him what he had. The Wood Elf inhaled sharply and acted out a convincing struggle to get free, achieving the desired goal of making the leggings fall a bit lower so he could part his thighs and display his wet hole.

Elrond was at the bedside in a flash, setting the toys aside so to grab the powerful legs and hold them still with one hand. The other searched for and found Legolas' hidden dagger, the one he kept strapped to his calf, and presented it boldly. Without a word he sliced the leggings through the crotch, splitting the fabric in two, and tossed the knife aside. It clattered to the floor with a bright silver glint as the lamplight caught it. Elrond didn't notice, already sliding the leather off the long, lean limbs and using it to tie them, spread as far as he could get them, to the frame of the canopy over head. Then he stood back to admire the view: Legolas at his mercy, helpless, both openings exposed and yearning to be taken. He decided he wanted to hear him say it, to beg.

"What shall I do with you? So needy, so eager. Yet, so disobedient, so foolishly reckless to try and run from me. What should I do to you Legolas?" He reached down and dipped his index finger into the slippery vaginal slit far enough to gather up the rich secretion but not deep enough to reach the internal male gland incongruously hidden within. Elrond withdrew the finger and carried it to his mouth, sucking the vital juices off with noisy delight.

A wild, keening moan racked Legolas and he arched his back, striving to pull his legs even farther apart but it was not possible. Elrond had tied them quite firmly. The finger teased him again, this time penetrating his anus and he gasped. "Ai, Nín'ódhel!" he rasped out. "Do what you will, do as you please."

"Nay," corrected Elrond, his voice hard and stern, and pulled the finger out. "You've been wilful and rebellious, abandoning your Lord without word, without care. Tell me what I should do to you."

Legolas stared, disoriented by the undertone of anger. They hadn't ever combined 'helpless victim' with 'disobedient servant' and he wondered if there was real resentment in that accusation. It made him shudder, gazing upon the naked, aroused Elf Lord, so forbidding and cold, so commanding and powerful. He licked his lips, eyes wide and fearful.

"You should punish me, Lord, for such disobedience and neglect." No sooner had he spoken than a sharp sting accompanied a loud smack as Elrond's palm connected with the exposed underside of his thigh. He howled and jerked under the assault as several more blows landed, alternating between legs. Then fingers closed around his scrotum, tightening until it was just short of unbearable, while still the other hand maintained its relentless castigation. He trembled in rigid tension, gasping and pleading for mercy.

Elrond ignored the pleas, eyes fixed on the quivering flesh in his grip, the reddening skin beneath his hand. At last he ceased the paddling and casually reached for the phallus while Legolas had his eyes shut. Without warning, he shoved it inside the first hole, worked it in and out twice and then left it there, releasing the balls so he could stand back and take it all in. Legolas whimpered, twisting his fanny back and forth on the mattress, desperate to resume the searing friction yet unable to connect with the few remaining inches of the tool sticking out of him. "Saes!" he cried, eyes bulging and bright.

"Be still," commanded Elrond, "and perhaps I may free one of your hands and let you fuck yourself with the rod. For now, let the fulness make you ache and burn." He took up the box and opened it, drawing out the nipple clamps and their long mithril chain. He held them up, a tantalising treat, or perhaps a threat, letting the gleaming pincers sway to and fro before his mate's sight. "Would you like it if I put these on you?" he asked, smiling at the vigourous nod of affirmation the suggestion received. "Very well. Remember, you desired this, Legolas." With that warning Elrond snapped them on tight and tugged hard on the chain, barely acknowledging the gasp of breath that left the sylvan's lungs, too intent upon the erotic reaction to this stimulus as Legolas' back formed a lovely arc so high Elrond was sure he could fit his arm beneath it without touching the sweaty spine.

He kept the chain taut as he climbed up on the bed and straddled Legolas, kneeling so that he was not resting on the sylvan's stomach. Instead he reached above him and used one of the dangling ties of the destroyed leggings to secure the ring on the end of the chain to the canopy frame. He sat and Legolas cried out as his nipples were pulled harder, the flesh afire with lancing jabs of pain, frantically pushing up to relieve the agony. Elrond got off him and knelt at his side, tracing the length of the glinting chain down to its split, following one side down, down to the pulsing bud clamped between its jagged teeth. He tapped the tip of the blood red teat and Legolas screamed, a spasm rocking his body as he instinctively pulled back, gave himself another jolt of delectable anguish, then arched higher to slacken the tension. His ribs strained to give him air as his eyes rolled wildly and found Elrond's.

"Nín'ódhel?" he choked out. "Hurts?"

"What did you call me?"

"L…Lord, saes, ha naegra."

"Too much?" Elrond watched him with concern, ready to untie the ring at once if necessary, but Legolas shot him an annoyed glare; he'd broken character and interrupted the play. Elrond grinned then, a diabolically lascivious expression, and leaned over him. "Or not enough," he said and licked one of the nipples, swabbing it liberally and roughly, thrilling as Legolas cried out and struggled not to move an inch and failed. The sylvan alternately used his legs to relieve the pressure then slumped back against the punishing pull, all the while angling his body to keep Elrond's mouth on him. The Elven Lord tasted of both imprisoned nubs until they were wet and then he blew cool breath over them both to dry them. "When will you come into your milk?"

"W…What?"

"When will you be able to give milk?"

"A…About a m…month before…birth."

"That is well. When it starts, you are to keep your chest bared when in my rooms. You will give me suck at my pleasure, that I may ensure you can produce adequate nourishment for our babe when he's born. Say it."

"I…I'll give you suck of me whenever you wish, Lord. Saes, Lord, fuck me!" his voice was a hoarse cry of needy desperation.

"Like this? Are you certain? Won't that hurt more?" Elrond was already moving to the end of the bed as he spoke. He took up the oil and lubricated his cock slowly, showing Legolas what he was doing.

"Nay, Lord, nay. Take me like this. My pain for your pleasure; my pleasure if you will it."

"Ah, you remembered the correct response. That deserves a reward." So saying, Elrond plunged the engorged organ into the anal opening, mindful of the protruding end of the oak shaft embedded in his sylvan. He thrust hard and steady, watching as the motion jerked Legolas back and forth, yanking on the stretched nipples.

Legolas was crying out unceasingly, his arms struggling not to pull too hard on the tunic for fear it would tear and all his weight would be suspended by the gleaming mithril chain. He tried to take the strain with his legs but Elrond's potent lunging made it hard to do. He thought his nipples would rip free and just when it must happen, Elrond suddenly started working the wooden phallus in and out of him, ramming against his sweet spot in time with each jerk at his breasts. Bright explosions of delicious pleasure flared through the pain, mingling agony and ecstasy. His release was imminent and Elrond stopped, pulling out of him completely. Before Legolas could think what was happening, the Elven Lord had climbed beside him again, offering the thick, hot penis to his gaping lips, one finger daintily plucking the taut chain as if it was the string of a harp.

It was necessary to tilt his head forward to reach the dripping tip of the distended cock but Legolas managed to take it in nonetheless, feeling the girth of it, tasting his own bitter residue on it. He sucked hard and Elrond bucked into the vacuum, rocking back and forth and bumping into the nipple chains with each move. Legolas felt tears running down his cheeks and then Elrond pulled out and kissed him hard, slipping his hands under the arched back to lend support.

The relief was almost worse than the constant dragging and Legolas flinched, gasping into the kiss and almost gagging on the questing tongue that probed him deeply. The support vanished and his nipples were yanked hard and he screamed again, losing sight of Elrond for a moment as his eyes sealed shut against the anguish. The next sensation he knew was the slow retreat of the polished wood phallus. When it was out he held his breath not daring to open his eyes to watch what happened next. The solid effigy was inserted into his anus and left there, just as it had been left in his vaginal opening, only the portion sticking out pressed into the mattress. Legolas attempted to work his arse on it and heard Elrond catch his breath.

"Have you not had enough?" the Noldorin noble whispered seductively, the warm breath of the words somehow right at Legolas' ear now. He could only shake his head in mute denial. Soft lips closed around the inflamed nipples and again the tongue dabbed at the bruised flesh, first one, then the other. "Shall I keep on fucking you?" Teeth bit the stretched skin below the squeezing clamps. Legolas could only nod assent. "Say it."

"Fuck me slow and hard. Fuck me until you go soft."

"That," another delicate bite, "could be hours long. You want my cock so badly as that?"

"I do. I want it badly; want it in me. I need it, Lord."

Elrond acquiesced and fucked him until he fell slack, finishing in an exquisite orgasm that tore a deep roar of gratification from his chest, by which time dawn had long since come, and Legolas had come twice, dry and shaking, choking with tears and delight.

TBC

~ ~ Glossary ~ ~

Aderthad: reunion

saes, ha naegra: please, it hurts

Tarlanc: stiff-necked, stubborn

Lechenn: Sindarin word for Noldor elves.

Fennas: Doorway

Tinu Mín: our little star

NOTE: Whew, make up sex is the best. Was anyone surprised at Legolas sudden boldness? Read on for the answers. I warned you this would be a very lengthy post, but hope it is still worthwhile.

Finally, thanks to one and all still reading and enjoying the story!

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Aearlinn - Aderthad

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In the Deep of the Night within the Last Homely House ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

~ ~ Glossary ~ ~

NOTE: Whew, make up sex is the best. Was anyone surprised at Legolas sudden boldness? Read on for the answers. I warned you this would be a very lengthy post, but hope it is still worthwhile. Finally, thanks to one and all still reading and enjoying the story!

NOTE: Whew, make up sex is the best. Was anyone surprised at Legolas sudden boldness? Read on for the answers. I warned you this would be a very lengthy post, but hope it is still worthwhile.

Finally, thanks to one and all still reading and enjoying the story!