The Boon

Title: The Boon
Author: TICS
Rated: NC17
Genre: Romance, AU, Slash
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Legolas is sent by his father to Elrond of Imladris as part of an agreement to cement relationships between the two realms.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that anyone might consider to be of any value.


A/N: Requested by Darkdreamer, who threw the bunny at my feet. The bunny was covered in super glue...it wasn't my fault.

Note: //____// indicates a flashback. *____* indicates italics.


The Boon, Chapter Three


*Elrond's POV*


Elrond paused outside of the door to Legolas' chambers, his hand poised to knock on the carved wooden panel. Beyond this door lay the point of no return. Once passing through the portal Elrond knew that he would not leave again until he had claimed the son of Thranduil and had changed his own life, the Prince's life, and the lives of both their kin forever. For a moment, just a heartbeat, he debated the wisdom of his choice. A quick flash of the bloody scenes of the war he had forsaw danced across his inner eye, and he just as quickly renewed his resolve and sharply rapped his knuckles against the wood.

"Enter," called the Prince's voice from within, after a short pause. Opening the door, Elrond stepped inside and Legolas rose from the bed to meet him.

The sight of the Woodland Prince, freshly scrubbed and dressed in the sheerest of robes, caught Elrond's breath in his throat. His golden hair was free of braids, falling loose and thick about his shoulders to his waist. His body, glimsped through the nearly transparent material of the robe, was magnificent, and Elrond felt himself harden as he allowed his eyes to take in all that Legolas had to offer him.

The robe gaped open at the neckline, affording Elrond a tantalizing glimpse of Legolas' chest, his skin as white and as smooth as marble. Taking a deep breath to quell both his nerves and his impulse to rip the robe from Legolas' body, Elrond nodded his greeting to the Wood Elf Prince. Remaining silent, for Elrond felt no words needed to be spoken, he walked around the tense form of the younger Elf and lit a wall torch to ward off the impending darkness as Anor set. Still silent, he returned to Legolas' side, standing behind the Elf Prince.

It had been so very long since Elrond had allowed himself to feel the needs of the body, that once the floodgates were opened he found it difficult to control himself, a circumstance nearly intolerable for the stoic Elf. He concentrated on his breathing for a few moments, willing himself to remain calm, reminding himself of seriousness of the occasion, and of the fact that Legolas was not there by choice.

Finally, he could wait no longer. Leaning forward, his lips nearly brushing the folds of Legolas' ear, he whispered, "May I touch you?"

*Legolas' POV*

The bath had relaxed him, but the sound of the rapping at his door instantly twisted his stomach into knots again. Legolas paused, knowing that there would be no turning back if he were to answer that knock . This night would end only in his submitting to the Elf Lord, and that rapping was his call to his destiny. Swallowing hard and summoning his courage, he sat a bit straighter on the edge of the bed, and called out permission for entry into his chambers.

He had fully expected a servant to enter the room, come to escort him to Elrond's chambers, and was surprised to see the Elf Lord himself walk into the room. He rose instinctively from the bed and moved to meet his Lordship halfway across the room.

Lord Elrond's deep, gray eyes gazed intently at him, at every part of him, and Legolas could nearly feel them caressing his skin. He felt his cheeks flush under their scrutiny, and sincerely hoped he would not be found lacking.

Elrond walked slowly around to stand behind him, not uttering a word, and Legolas kept his eyes trained on the door before him. He heard Elrond strike a flint, saw the light of the torch flickering across the room as it burst into life, and felt the Elf Lord return to stand behind him, but still no words were spoken. Legolas began to feel the unease that had been fluttering in his gut deepen into a fearful shame, certain that the Elf Lord's silence and restraint were due to finding the Prince unworthy of his attention. Perhaps Elrond was reconsidering his decision to accept Legolas as his boon, in which case Legolas would need return to Mirkwood in disgrace. He bit his lower lip and lowered his eyes, certain now of his failure to please both Elrond and his father.

*May I touch you?"*

Elrond's voice whispered close to his ear, shocking Legolas with both his question and the need evident in his voice. He had fully expected to be taken. To be thrown across the bed or ordered into position, violated for the Elf Lord's pleasure and in fulfillment of his father's pledge, and then forgotten. Never once, in all the scenarios that had played out in his mind since the first day he had found out that he had been promised to the Lord of Imladris, did he ever dream that he would be asked his permission.

In the space of a heartbeat, Elrond had managed to do what hours of conversation with his father and lectures by his advisors had not; what repeated inner dialogues with Legolas' own conscience had not been able to do; what all the reasoning and justifying in Arda could not do. Those four simple words uttered by the Elf Lord had restored Legolas' self respect. He had been asked.

"Yes," he murmured softly, for the first time in a very long while feeling at peace with both himself and the role he was destined to play. He found that he no longer dreaded the Elf Lord's touch, rather, that he wished for it; that he wanted the opportunity to please the Master of Imladris, and fulfill his father's pledge. By simply asking him his permission, Elrond had won the Prince's respect and gratitude.

*Elrond's POV*


He could see the Elf Prince's muscles relax, as if he had been holding his breath and had suddenly released it. A whispered word gave Elrond leave to do what he had been fighting to resist doing since he first entered the room. Reaching around Legolas' waist, his fingers found the knot in the sash that held closed his robe, and untied it. With a rustling of silk, Elrond drew back the thin material of the robe from Legolas' shoulders, easing it from his arms and tossing it to the side of the bed, leaving the Wood Elf standing nude before him.

Such was the beauty revealed to him that for the first time in Elrond's life, words failed him.

Legolas' shoulders and back were broad and strong, sculpted by his centuries of drawing the bow and wielding his knives. His waist was narrow, his hips slender, and his thick mantle of golden hair fell to just brush against the twin swells of his taut buttocks. Elrond drew in a deep breath as he swept Legolas' hair to one side, and trailed the fingers of his other hand lightly across the Wood Elf's back, cupping Legolas' shoulder with his hand. Dipping his head, he touched his lips to the satin skin of Legolas' neck, feeling a tremor run through the Elf Prince's shoulders.

"So beautiful," he whispered into the soft flesh of Legolas' neck as he continued to lay kisses there. "Are you truly to be mine? Ai, Legolas...you rival the Valar with your beauty!" Elrond released his hold on Legolas' hair, allowing it to swing back into place across his back, and turned the young Prince around to face him. Cupping Legolas' face in both his hands, Elrond pressed his lips gently to the Prince's own, losing himself in the sweet taste of them.


*Legolas' POV*


His body at first trembled when the Elf Lord uncovered it to the cool air that blew in through the open shutters of the windows, then tingled as Elrond slid his fingers across his back and lightly kissed his neck.

Closing his eyes, Legolas sighed as Elrond's whispered words warmed his heart, and he unknowingly tipped his head to allow the Elf Lord easier access to his throat. He simply hadn't expected tenderness, and it took him aback as his body responded quickly to the velvet lips that pressed against his neck and the hand that lightly squeezed his shoulder. He found himself hardening, desire heating his belly, his hands aching to touch as he was being touched, but he knew not whether his response was wanted or acceptable.

He felt himself turned in Elrond's arms, his eyes flying open only to close again as the Elf Lord drew him into a kiss. Legolas found himself at a loss, unable to decide whether he should simply stand there and allow Elrond to do what he wished with him, or give into his own impulses. When Elrond's hands slipped from his face and slid slowly down his spine to cup his cheeks in the Elf Lord's warm palms, and Elrond's tongue slipped past Legolas' lips to touch his own, he conceded his internal argument. Pulling away from Elrond's kiss, he whispered, "I would ask you for the honor of undressing you, my Lord." He caught Elrond's gaze with his own, hopeful and wanting.


*Elrond's POV*


"Ai!" Elrond thought, as his tongue pushed past Legolas' lips and entered the moist warmth of the Wood Elf's mouth, "he will undo me with a simple kiss!" His erection strained against the fabric of his robe, rubbing against Legolas' belly. He could feel the Elf Prince's own member, hard and hot, burning his thigh through the fabric of his robe and was glad for it. It's presence told Elrond that his attentions were not completely unwanted by the Wood Elf even though he was in this room due to circumstances not of his own making, as did Legolas' words when he shyly asked permission to undress him.

Smiling, Elrond nodded and stepped back, watching Legolas as the younger Elf knelt before him and removed his slippers from his feet, carefully setting them aside, then stood and unhooked the clasps that held Elrond's robe closed. Slowly, almost reverentially, Legolas slid the fabric from Elrond's shoulders, gathering the robe in his arms and laying it neatly across the foot of the bed. Turning once again to face him, Legolas lifted a hand and gently brushed Elrond's cheek. "My Lord...I wish to touch you as you have me..." At Elrond's slight nod, Legolas smiled, sliding his hand through Elrond's thick hair, cupping the back of the Elf Lord's neck. Elrond allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss, this time Legolas' tongue seeking and finding entrance.

He gasped into Legolas' mouth as the Prince's other hand slid between them, rubbing along the silken flesh of Elrond's chest pausing first to dally with a cinnamon-colored nipple before working its way lower until it reached Elrond's throbbing member. His eyes widened as Legolas' lips left his, following the path his hand had taken, leaving a trail of wet kisses down Elrond's chest. A soft, warm tongue circled the pebbled flesh of his nipple, lathing it into a hardened nub. Lower still the Prince's golden head went, until it finally paused, hovering near the head of Elrond's erection. Elrond looked down as the Prince gazed up at him, an unasked question hanging in the air between them.


*Legolas' POV*


Legolas found the body revealed to his eyes to be every bit as hardened and sculpted as any warrior's, regardless of the years that had past since Elrond had last wielded a sword. He found that he wanted to touch all of him all at once; to wrap himself around the Elf Lord; to engulf him. His lack of experience in such matters kept him shy; kept his touch light and hesitant.

Allowing his hand to fondle the Elf Lord's chest, Legolas kissed him deeply, relishing Elrond's taste on his tongue. He kissed his way down Elrond's chest, his tongue teasing at the nipple so recently held between his fingers, then continued down the smooth expanse of the Elf Lord's rock-hard belly. Only when he arrived before Elrond's weeping erection did he pause. Looking up at the Elf Lord, his eyes told Elrond that he knew what he wished to do, but was uncertain if Elrond would allow it, or if it was an acceptable thing to do at all. A slight nod from the Lord of Imladris gave him his answer.

His fingers wrapped around Elrond's length, the velvetly soft skin of his erection nearly burning them. Licking his lips, he moved his head closer then lightly swirled his tongue over the head of Elrond's organ, lapping the dew that had gathered near the center. The taste was electrifying...addictive, and without further hesitation Legolas swallowed him whole, taking Elrond fully into his mouth.


*Elrond's POV*

Elrond knew in an instant what Legolas was asking. The younger Elf was inexperienced and was looking to the Elf Lord for direction...and permission, both of which Elrond gladly gave him.

As Legolas lips closed over the head of his erection, a long, low moan rumbled deep in Elrond's chest. His eyes closed and his hands flew to either side of the golden-haired elf's head, his hips wanting desperately to thrust deeper into the hot cavern that surrounded it. He restrained himself, not wishing to push the younger Elf faster than he was willing to go. Stroking Legolas hair, he simply enjoyed the intensely satisfying feelings that the Wood Elf's lips and tongue were wringing from him.

All too soon, however, Elrond felt his release begin to boil in his belly, and he reluctantly withdrew from Legolas' sweet mouth. Pulling the Elf up by his shoulders, he kissed him deeply, his hand reaching between them to wrap its fingers around Legolas' erection. Slowly, he stroked Legolas' turgid length as his tongue danced over the Wood Elf's in a passionate kiss. Leaving Legolas' mouth, Elrond trailed kisses along his jaw, stopping when he reached the delicate skin of the Prince's neck. There he suckled hard, drawing warmth to the surface of Legolas' pale skin, marking him. As he did, he heard Legolas cry out, and felt the warm wetness of his seed as Legolas spilled into Elrond's hand.

He caught the Woodland Prince in his strong arms as Legolas' knees gave way under the force of his orgasm, and lay him gently across the bed.


*Legolas' POV*


Elrond's erection was hot and hard in Legolas' mouth, and he continued to swirl his tongue around its girth, encouraged by the sounds of contentment the Elf Lord was making, as well as Elrond's hands holding the sides of his head. A slight shift of Elrond's hips gave Legolas insight, and he sucked hard, drawing more of Elrond's length into his throat. Sweet and salty, drops of Elrond's essense flowed onto his tongue and he swallowed eagerly, greedily wanting more.

Elrond suddenly stopped him, pulling out from Legolas' mouth and drawing him up to his feet. He had not a moment to voice his displeasure before Elrond crushed him to his chest and plundered his mouth, his Lordship's tongue rolling over and around his own. Elrond's hand wrapped itself around Legolas' organ, and Legolas groaned loudly as the Elf Lord began to stroke him. He found that he could not control himself any longer, rocking his hips into Elrond's touch.

A sharp pain at his neck made by Elrond's lips drew his release, his seed spurting as his entire body shook with wave after wave of pleasure until he finally collapsed in the Elf Lord's arms.

He caught his breath as the realization that he had released into his Lordship's hand dawned on him, and he blushed, shame filling him, and turned his head away unwilling to meet Elrond's gaze. He had been weak, and felt certain that he had displeased th Elf Lord.

Gentle fingers caught his chin, turning his head and forcing his eyes to meet Elrond's, and a tender kiss was placed upon his lips.


*Elrond's POV*


The Elf was young and inexperienced and quick to find his release, as Elrond had known he would be. Watching Legolas' fair cheeks color as he turned his head away from Elrond's eyes, he also realized that the Wood Elf was under the impression that he had failed Elrond in some way. Quickly, he sought to reassure Legolas by kissing him softly and smiling.

Stretching out next to the Woodland Prince, Elrond leaned up on one elbow, and slowly allowed his other hand to travel across Legolas' chest, enjoying the feel of his silken skin under his palm. Pale and tender, his skin belied the strength that Elrond knew lay beneath it in the sculpted muscle and sinew. Small, rose-colored nipples fell under his touch, still hard from the Prince's orgasm. Lower, Elrond's fingers skimmed the flesh across Legolas' abdomen to where the Prince's organ lay limp against his thigh. Leaning down, Elrond swirled his tongue in the evidence of Legolas' pleasure as his hand slipped down to caress the Elf's thighs.

He waited until Legolas' breathing returned to normal, and the Prince seemed more relaxed before starting again. Elrond's own erection had not flagged; indeed his need was greater than ever. Taking Legolas' softened member into his hand, he again lowered his head and lapped at it with his tongue. It did not take Legolas' body long to respond, and before long the Prince's organ grew hard again under Elrond's care.

Pausing only for a moment, Elrond sat up and dug into the pocket of his robe that lay at the foot of the bed for the small vial of oil he had secreted there before leaving his own chambers. Uncorking it, the earthy fragrance of sandalwood reached his nose as he upended the bottle and poured a small amount into the palm of his hand.

Placing the vial aside, he returned his attentions to Legolas' newly formed erection, Elrond closed his lips over the head, sucking gently as his fingers stroked his own erection, oiling it. By the time Legolas was moaning softly under Elrond's expert care, the Elf Lord had gently pushed his thighs apart, and was trailing his fingers under Legolas' swelling sac, searching for, and finding, the small tight opening that lay hidden there.

Slowly, Elrond slid a finger past the constricting ring of muscle into Legolas' channel. He felt the Wood Elf tense at his intrusion, and renewed his mouth's efforts on Legolas' erection, suckling harder on the Prince's flesh. Only when Legolas seemed to relax again and his moans became louder, did Elrond slide another finger into his depths.

Legolas groaned, but his hips bucked his erection upwards into Elrond's mouth. His hands slid through Elrond's hair, pulling his head down further onto his erection, and Elrond could taste the drops of sweet moisture that foretold of the arrival of Legolas' release. Scissoring his fingers, he worked to stretch Legolas' opening to accomodate himself, adding a third to the mix as soon as he felt Legolas was ready to accept it.

Finally he thought his young lover ready, and released Legolas organ from his mouth. His eyes caught and held the Prince's wide blue gaze as Elrond lifted himself up and positioned himself between Legolas' pale thighs. Lifting the Woodland Elf's knees, he pressed the tip of his weeping erection against the entry he had so diligently prepared, slowly pushing himself inside the body of the trembling Elf.


*Legolas' POV*


Finding himself trembling once again under Elrond's touch, Legolas watched through hooded eyes as the Elf Lord's head descended over his organ. His tongue was velvety soft and warm as is trailed over Legolas' softened member, and the Wood Elf's belly tightened as he responded quickly to Elrond's tongue's caress. He closed his eyes as Elrond took him into his mouth, gasping at the suction that seemed to pull at his very core.

Threading his fingers through Elrond's hair, Legolas allowed himself to lose control, bucking himself deeper into Elrond's hot, sweet mouth, wanting more, needing more. He paused, tensing when he felt something slip between the cheeks of his buttocks and fill him, but it was soon forgotten, becoming simply a part of the incredible sensations that were sweeping his body.

When Elrond reared over him, his gray eyes nearly black with his need, Legolas moaned softly both for what he knew was to come and for the retreat of Elrond's soft tongue and warm mouth from his organ. Hard and hot, Elrond's erection pressed itself into him, filling him, and his channel clenched around it, every muscle in his body tensing at the intrusion and discomfort of the Elf Lord's girth.

Elrond's hand found Legolas' organ again, pumping it rapidily even as he held his own erection immobile within Legolas' body. Soon, the Wood Elf found himself moaning and was lost again in the pleasure Elrond seemed to milk from him with ease, unaware that the Elf Lord had begun to move within him.


*Elrond's POV*


The younger Elf arched into Elrond's hand, telling the him that Legolas was once again close to reaching his peak. It was the signal Elrond had been waiting for, and let go of himself, thrusting into Legolas' hot channel, biting his lower lip as the silken walls clenched tighty around his erection. The heat of the Wood Elf was nearly unbearable, and Elrond felt his own climax approaching swiftly.

With a cry that filled the room, Elrond spilled deep inside the Prince even as Legolas released again over Elrond' fist, thick ribbons of white spurting across the Wood Elf's taut belly. At that moment, Elrond felt his soul bind itself to that of the Woodland Prince's, felt the intimacy of touching and melding with Legolas' most inner being. It made his orgasm even more potent, and he nearly collasped atop the younger Elf at its finish.

Sliding himself from Legolas' body, Elrond curled himself around the trembling Wood Elf, drawing him into his arms. He kissed away the tears that trickled down Legolas' cheeks, drawn by the staggering emotions wrought by their bonding. Tenderly, he held him, stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort, until at last Legolas stilled, his heartrate and breathing returning to normal, his body ceasing in its tremors.

"Know that your sacrifice will make its mark in history," Elrond whispered, cupping Legolas' cheek. He placed an almost chaste kiss on the Prince's lips. "Our Houses are united. Through you, my wife, and myself, all three of the great Elven Kingdoms are as one. With the ties that now bind us, when the war begins we now stand a chance against the evil that spreads from Mordor for we will stand together as kin. Welcome to my House, Legolas. You are my spouse, my husband, and anything I have is yours for the taking." Elrond closed his eyes for a moment, his thumb lightly stroking Legolas' cheek. "Thank you. Thank you for coming to me, though it was not by your choice. Always I will remember this night and its cost to you, Legolas Thranduillion. Know that you need not ever fear me. I will not force myself on you again. My hand will not lift to touch you, unless you, yourself, wish it."

Reaching for his robe, Elrond used the hem to clean his lover of the evidence of their lovemaking. He covered Legolas with a damask coverlet, smoothing the Wood Elf's sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead.

With another soft kiss, Elrond rose, threw his robe across his shoulders and slipped from the room, leaving Legolas to ponder his fate and sort through the confusing jumble of feelings that were sending his mind reeling.

TBC...

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Tenar: Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it!

Gabby: Hey...you just described my living room...*snorts* Thanks, Gabby!

Calenharn Elflover: In my mind, since Elrond is aware that the act of sex would bind him to Legolas, then a formal ceremony wouldn't be a necessity. Also since the reason of the binding is to unite the Elven Realms because of the war that is coming (not something he'd want to broadcast), he might have thought that a big celebration or formal binding ceremony might be in bad taste...not everyone might understand the need for him to take another spouse. It would probably be something he'd tell his trusted aides, his family, and let word of mouth spread - a decision which may cause some problems for Legolas later on. He does respect Legolas...has an enormous respect for him and what he's given up in order to unite the Houses. I also think that he's going to quickly develop an true affection for the Elf...maybe even grow to love him. This IS a romance, after all... :D

Daphne: Thank you! I like quick updates...I tend to update quite often as a matter of fact...not as fast as some *points at Darkdreamer* but relatively quickly...

Darkdreamer: *watches Dark spin...gets dizzy...* You are most welcome, Dark!

steph: Thank you! It IS a romance, so chances are good that Legolas will love after all...and Elrond as well...and I agree, Dan, Ro, and Arwen's worry that their mother's place would be usurped was a valid one, and one that I'll touch on again later.

Tiryaroofshadow: I think in Elrond's mind he is aware of the sacrifice Legolas is making by forsaking his own possibility of a great love, and wouldn't wish it on any of his own children. I truly don't think he even wanted to demand it of Thranduil's son...but in his mind the need to unite the Kingdoms was greater than any Elf's personal happiness, including his own and Legolas'. As for the romantic schtick, well...I think Elrond probably thought it best to get the ugly stuff over with quickly, and then allow Legolas all the time he needed to adjust to his new life. Legolas would have just spent the time worrying about it anyway. :D

sesshyA: I do understand what you mean about grammar affecting the readability of a fic...that really isn't what I meant... I agree that truly horrible spelling and grammar can make it difficult and sometimes damn near impossible to read a fic, no matter how wonderful the plot may be. I just meant that I don't get bug-eyed when someone misspells a word here or there, and I don't count their dangling participles against them. *snickers* And I agree with you about the twins and Arwen...I think that would have been my concern as well, had it been my father who was becoming a bigamist...aside from my concern about him doing "it" at all...you know how children feel about thinking of their parents having sex...yuck. :D