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Prince in Training	By : Pippychick_TAFKAB Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 24084 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twenty-nine
For the next week and some days, Legolas didn’t even see the whip again. He was healing, and both Erestor and his father made life very easy for him. That wasn’t to say their lessons were on hold. Legolas observed Erestor restrain and punish and use his father in a number of ways. He even saw Thranduil wear the tail at Erestor’s insistence, becoming their pet for the evening.
He grew used to the way his father looked at those times, the way he pleaded, the way he begged to endure more than what was good or healthy for him, and Legolas began to understand… these final lessons were not about how or when to give Thranduil what he wanted, but when to withhold it.
He paid close attention. After a week or so, when the lashes he had been given had faded to bruises and sore, but fading marks, Erestor declared him well enough to take part, and yet instead of dominating his father, Legolas submitted to him. Thranduil could not submit all the time, just as Legolas could not, and so these sessions between them were so passionate, so intense and so thrilling that Legolas began to understand how their relationship would be when they were alone again, passing the power back and forth between them.
Then one day, the first day that Legolas awoke having slept on his back again, he found himself alone and went wandering in search of breakfast. He ate his fill in the kitchen, then packed a lunch for the day. His father was engaged in meeting with the men who had settled in communities near to the abandoned Erebor, perhaps to impress upon them that hunting in his woods without consent would be taken as poaching. He was not needed at those discussions, and so Legolas thought he might persuade Erestor to take a walk in the woods. He called back to their room for a few things, then went looking.
He found Erestor reading a small compilation of letters at the breakfast table. His father was nowhere to be seen, so the meeting must already have begun.
Legolas knew Erestor had been receiving letters, and had assumed they were from Lord Elrond. Perhaps his advice was necessary even from a distance. It wouldn’t have surprised him. But as Legolas watched, he saw that the oldest of the letters were beginning to seem worn on the creases and the edges, as if they had been read and reread many times. Cherished, even.
“Is there news?” Legolas asked politely, and Erestor was startled, the hint of a smile on his lips disappeared, and he put the letters away into a small velvet bag hurriedly.
“It is a private matter, of no import.” From the intractable cool of his voice, Legolas guessed Erestor would say no more. “Have you been practising with the single-tail, as I suggested?”
“I have. It is a difficult skill to master,” Legolas confessed. “I see now why you advised me to wear long sleeves and cover my face.”
“We will go out into the woods, then, if you have no other occupation this morning, and you can show me what you have learned.” Erestor tucked away the velvet pouch and arose, smiling. “I may be able to give useful suggestions.”
“I had hoped to persuade you to accompany me,” Legolas confessed. “But I will only practice if you agree to stand well outside the reach of the thong,” he laughed. “I do not always know where it will go!”
Legolas lifted his hand, where he held a pack stuffed to bursting with supplies. “I have prepared a lunch for us,” he said, feeling shy. He had tucked away a few other surprises as well, in case they were wanted.
Erestor’s smile deepened as if he had divined Legolas’s thought, and he reached to brush his fingertips across Legolas’s lips. He smelled pleasantly of parchment and ink. “We should have a pleasant afternoon then as well, while your father is occupied with the delegation.”
Legolas laughed softly, turning to head toward the surface. “He will be envious, and will require much loving attention when we return.”
“Indeed he will.” Erestor followed at his side. “We shall have to conspire how best to give it to him.”
It was pleasant to be outside, and they walked for a long way. Their conversation was friendly and warm, and Legolas wondered how he could ever have felt so badly towards Erestor, who had given him and his father so much. Erestor was very knowledgeable, and Legolas confided to him his new thought of one day studying at Imladris.
“Oh, you would be quite welcome!” Erestor said with pleasure. “There are many studies you could pursue. You have a quick intellect and a thirst for knowledge. You would make a fine student! And I would be doubly honoured if you chose me to aid you in your learning, though I hardly need add; I am a strict taskmaster.”
Legolas laughed and blushed at the compliment, and he made a silent vow that he would seek his father’s permission once they had settled. Surely he would be allowed to expand his education? And he would be home regularly. It would not be so hard to be parted for short periods of time.
As he thought those things, his heart ached, and he thought then that perhaps he would wait a few years or even decades first. The idea of being parted from his father was too sharp. They had only just come to be with and understand each other. In time, Legolas would return to his thoughts of study, but not immediately.
They ate a relaxed lunch in the sunshine, surrounded by the trees of Legolas’s home. After they had eaten they lay together in the deep green grass, kissing. Legolas did not feel any guilt at all. Erestor was a friend, a lover, and his master. Perhaps not the same as his father, but Erestor was special, and Legolas realised it out there in the wood. He had given them a great gift.
“Your face is soft. Do you think of your father?” Erestor gazed at him with fondness in his eyes-- and perhaps something a little sad.
Legolas blushed. “Not wholly. I was thinking of him in part, but mostly of you, and how I did not understand what you meant to do when you came here. I thought you meant to separate me from my father, to take him for yourself, or merely to ensure I could not be with him because we are blood kin-- or perhaps to despoil what we had by attempting to share it for selfish reasons. I am sorry I misjudged you.”
The wistfulness vanished from Erestor’s look, replaced by warmth. “You have a great spirit in you, young one. Though you resemble your grandfather in looks, there is little of Oropher’s harshness in your heart. I accept your apology. I am glad I have repaid your father’s trust, and also your own.”
Legolas was moved to kiss him, and Erestor responded warmly-- with nothing of sternness or dominance, only pleasure and mutual enjoyment between them.
This too was a gift, Legolas realised, and he sank into Erestor’s arms with a happy sigh, accepting it willingly.
When their lips parted, Legolas stayed in Erestor’s embrace. “I never knew him,” he said quietly. “Was he so bad? What did he do that makes you judge him so, for I have come to trust your judgement, and yet I am hesitant to think poorly of my grandfather, who I never met.”
Erestor sighed and turned onto his back on the grass, looking up at the sky. Legolas threw an arm over him and waited for his response, chin on Erestor’s chest.
“It is likely he was a good and fair King, Legolas. Even that he was a good father. I should not have spoken of him to you in that way. It is just…” Erestor frowned with remembered hurt. “What you feared of me. That is what he did to your father and me. When he learned of our interest in each other, he forbade it and sent me far away on errands I could not refuse. Many months at a time I was away, and when I came back one day, your father had met your mother. I could not interfere in their happiness, and so I left this realm for good.”
Legolas listened to Erestor’s account and was troubled. He laid a palm on Erestor’s cheek. “He is gone, but I am here. He can forbid nothing now.”
Erestor suddenly chuckled, understanding Legolas’s invitation, and rolled over so that Legolas was beneath him. “Indeed. Perhaps I win in the end after all, if you are the prize!”
Though he was teasing, Erestor’s words had left him feeling sad. “Would you not wish to stay here with us?” he asked, meaning the invitation with all his heart. “We could be happy, the three of us.”
Erestor’s eyes softened as he looked down, and he touched Legolas’ cheek with his fingers, gently caressing. “You truly are a treasure,” he said, “but I think you and your father will be more happy without me to interfere.” Before Legolas could protest, Erestor held a finger against his lips.
“I know you fear I am lonely. I assure you it is not the case. I have…” He grinned, and looked away slightly, as if bringing someone to mind and wondering how much to say. “I have treasure of my own, in the form of the twin sons of Elrond Peredhil.”
The way he said it, in such a tone, so suggestive - Legolas gasped. He had never been to Imladris, and had never even met Elrond, much less his sons, but he instinctively felt that they were perfect for Erestor. As perfect as he and his father were together.
“You miss them,” Legolas observed, and Erestor nodded slowly.
“Their training was interrupted for me to come here,” he said, and they both laughed. He did not mean the kind of training Legolas had experienced of late, but something more playful and less instructive.
Now Legolas understood the worn letters Erestor carried with him. They were from his… lovers? Submissives? He smiled and stretched.
“Perhaps I might meet them one day,” he said. “Somehow I am not surprised it would take two ellyn to satisfy Erestor of Imladris.” Legolas was teasing, but at the same time he pulled Erestor closer, eager for them to continue, brushing lips against his.
“I will not keep you for long,” Legolas said on an outward breath as Erestor got busy, using oil on him, making him gasp as the same time as he revelled in his own sense of sexual power. He had learnt much, not only from his father, but from Erestor too. “Very soon, they will have you to themselves again.”
Meanwhile, Erestor had removed enough of their clothing to lay claim to him. Though Legolas had been prepared, albeit hastily, and was relaxed, the way Erestor suddenly breached him made him cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, his hands gripping Erestor’s shoulders tightly as he closed his eyes.
“How magnanimous of you, ernil nín,” Erestor said, perfectly sardonic, giving Legolas another thrust that hurt so beautifully he could have wept. He relaxed once more, his passage burning with a deep warmth from the friction. He felt full, and it was wonderful.
“Master,” he moaned, throwing his head back as he relished the sensation of being claimed. Erestor chuckled.
“How do you take them?” Legolas asked, curious. “Like this?”
“Sometimes,” Erestor replied. “And sometimes, I can be much more cruel.”
“Show me,” Legolas pleaded. “Please…”
Erestor leaned forward, taking him fast and deep, before his body was truly ready for it, and Legolas’s eyes opened wide as he gasped again, his body trying and failing to keep up.
“Legolas nín,” Erestor said into his ear. “Your body is reticent and slow to relax for me, and requires training. Do you think this poor submission is good enough?”
Suddenly, Legolas realised that he had not seen the full measure of Erestor’s dominance, and he felt himself flutter around the Noldo’s cock in arousal. This, here, this felt much more like the way Thranduil would take him. How lucky the sons of Elrond were!
“I am sorry, Master!” he exclaimed, trying hard to be easy, biting his lip because Erestor did not slow or relent one bit.
“Perhaps you require some time with the toys,” Erestor suggested. “I should fuck you with your favourite, then make you wear the plug for the rest of the day.”
Legolas’s mind was too overcome to respond, and so instead he concentrated upon allowing Erestor to take him hard, listening as the Noldo voiced appreciative little noises into his ear.
“That is better, pen neth,” Erestor said then. “Perhaps we should bring out the toys anyway,” he whispered, not easing up at all. Now he was hitting Legolas’s prostate, making him moan and writhe as his body coiled tight. “I know how much you enjoy being my plaything.”
Suddenly, with a loud cry Legolas climaxed, his hands still on Erestor’s shoulders as if to push him away. His teeth sank into his bottom lip so hard it hurt, and still Erestor did not stop. Legolas could not seem to draw in enough air, nor find his centre after his orgasm. His world was reduced to how Erestor fucked him.
“Thranduilion,” Erestor said. “You have become my toy, haven’t you? Though in comparison to the sons of Elrond, your father would enjoy seeing you treated this way.”
“Please!” Legolas gasped, though he knew not why he begged. It certainly wasn’t for release now. Except that he felt Erestor’s hand curling around him where he was now soft, squeezing. The oversensitivity made him hiss, then wail. It was painful, and yet there was pleasure, just a little. Just enough.
“What have you done to be worthy of my attention and mercy today, Legolas?” Erestor asked. It was impossible to think, but Legolas tried, his teeth clenched against the overload of sensation.
“I made you lunch!” he gasped, desperate, and Erestor laughed at him but did not ease up. Legolas shook his head wildly. “I.. I do not know!”
“Ai, Valar! Help me!” he cried out, certain he could not take any more. “I walked with you!” Erestor did not relent.
“I wanted to please you today!” Legolas tried, frantic now and fighting, trying to push Erestor's hand away. “I wanted your happiness!” Erestor’s hand finally ceased to torment him, and he sobbed with his forehead pressed to the Noldo's shoulder, unsure if he was relieved or not. He opened his eyes, and found Erestor studying him as his movements gentled.
“I cared for you here,” Legolas breathed, his face burning at the having to be so explicit in his confession. “I loved you here in the wood.”
Erestor smiled as Legolas opened his soul. “That will do, pen neth,” he said. “And now you know how demanding I am of my submissives.” Legolas nodded quickly. Was he sorry he had asked, or glad of it?
His lips were caught in a passionate kiss as Erestor began moving quickly again, and Legolas yielded completely. Erestor climaxed after a minute or two, his breath passing hot into Legolas’s mouth. When he pulled away, just as with his ada, Legolas felt empty and he moaned.
“Do you wish to know more of what the sons of Elrond endure at my behest?” Erestor asked. “I could show you, upon our return, if you came down to the dungeon with me.”
Biting his lip, Legolas shook his head. “I think I understand,” he said, and Erestor chuckled. They sat up and straightened their clothing. “I am glad you have them,” he said earnestly, then gave Erestor a tentative smile. “I am glad they have you.”
“Yes. They are not always of that opinion,” Erestor replied with a smirk. Legolas was shocked.
“Then they are insensible,” he breathed. But then his thoughts turned, and he believed he understood the sons of Elrond, even if they had never met. “I think it far more likely they enjoy provoking you into taking action.”
“That is the game we play together,” Erestor confirmed. “Just as it is between you and your father.” The Noldo turned away to search the bag Legolas had brought, pulling out the single tail. “Now! If you are still capable, let me see you practice with the whip. You could try it with that birch over there,” he ordered, pointing.
For a short while, he practised, allowing Erestor to instruct him on his grip and technique, which improved his accuracy, then they finally headed back. Thranduil did indeed require lots of attention, and despite the games they played, despite the little punishments, what stood out the most between the three of them was love and care.
Only a few days later, Legolas was stood with Thranduil waving Erestor off. He would have offered to accompany the Noldo whom he had come to respect and care for, but Erestor insisted that the guards would be company enough, seeming eager to leave and get back to his life on the other side of the mountains.
Secretly, Legolas was glad. It seemed like an age since he and his father had last been truly alone together, and now things were so different, Legolas could not wait to explore their new lives. Not to mention the fantasy his ada had promised him they would enact. Indeed, his blood was burning with longing almost before Erestor had even gone from their sight...

To be continued...

Author's Note: So, Erestor is out of the story and will soon be back in his own. What next for Thranduil and Legolas? Oh, I think there are a few lovely ideas... thank you for reading. I hope you're enjoying it. :)
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