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Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)	By : narcolinde Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Three

Legolas walked in dreams amid the manicured beds and close-cropped hedges of fair Imladris and while his feet trod the much vaunted bucolic dells and dales of the hidden vale, his heart roamed amid mossy glades along loamy lanes beneath the twined and twisted canopy of Greenwood far to the east over Hithaeglir. There he ran with the friends of his childhood and hunted with his father and brother, thrilling to the ballad of elvish horns and exulting in the anthem of his singing bow. His waking eyes looked upon sunlit gardens and blooming orchards and vine-covered walls of marble stone, but his soul-sight viewed the mighty bolls and widespread limbs of beech and oak and birch, fern and bracken and bramble about their roots.

That was well, for though the pristine perfection of Imladris could not be rivalled by any city in Middle-earth, not even regal Lindon by the sea, the golden light of Anor cast into stark relief the shadows that bent and stretched across the fabled haven, mimicking a dark poison that tainted the very air and ran in the blood of its noble Lords. A toxin more putrid than any infiltrating root and stem of beleaguered Greenwood's valiant trees, this odious corruption did not arise in that blighted land's youngest prince, though the Noldor claimed it so. Accused of sorcery and black magic, the sylvan warrior was distrusted and reviled, not the least by Imladris' Lord and his twin sons, and all the citizens mirrored that attitude of contempt, loathing, and fear. To bear the weight of their scorn and derision was more than Legolas could manage atop the sorrows already burdening his heart and soul, and so he walked in dreams upon the land.

So it had been these ten years past, for he was prisoner here now, bound by the bond forged for his salvation betwixt the exalted lore-master and his two sons. It was not a fate he wanted, preferring to have perished in battle alongside his people and his brother that day, but neither was the means to change it or to have averted it a power granted unto him, for it was part and parcel of Wood Elf design, unchanging since the time of Awakening, and to it he was subject. Should the light of a sylvan soul fall near to extinction, then in a last and desperate bid for life it would send forth a beckoning call, so to ensnare a willing mate, one who would join in body with the declining elf and impart whatever portion of vital energy was needed to fend off death.

Of course, Legolas might indeed have avoided this extreme remedy completely and spared the lives of his brother and friends, but for his wilful and selfish insistence to visit the valley where now he was so completely constrained and subjugated. The onus of guilt over the elves destroyed in consequence of that rash decision held him more securely than any chains or ropes or potions ever could, for he had come to see his state as a means of expiation: the Vala Námo had let him live to endure the penalties inflicted by the Noldorin Lords that his soul might be cleansed and made ready. Through Legolas would be achieved the rebirth of Galbreth his brother, crowned prince of Greenwood and King Thranduil's favoured son, for Legolas' body was made to bear life.

The young prince had therefore persisted, awaiting the signs that would indicate the time had come, and all the while he sought if he might in some manner awaken in the elder Noldo Lord some small semblance of love and caring for him, for Legolas desired to bring forth his child-brother strong and well. For that he needed a committed mate devoted to both child and life-bearer, but Elrond saw him not in the guise of a help-mate and husband but rather as a pretty toy to use as he would, the reward for saving the sylvan's life and granting the withering soul his vitality. Yet Legolas could not believe this was the true nature of the mighty lore-master's character, for everywhere and every day he beheld signs of the elf's wisdom, compassion, and integrity, even though these qualities were always put away whenever the two interacted. He had held to hope, trusting what his heart felt: that given time the noble son of Eärendil would set aside his prejudice and allow himself to love Legolas.

As for the Twins, Elladan and Elrohir, neither would he consider as true mates, for they were already bound one to the other, and scorned him. They had answered the call even after Elrond had consummated his union to Legolas, fighting over who should be first and accusing one another of infidelity and treachery. The mating had been almost brutal, his injuries and weakness disregarded, and never had coupling with them been anything but a harsh torment to both his body and his soul. His heart he would reveal to neither one of them, nor look to them for seed to create his child-brother anew.
Ten years is not long among the First-born, yet for Legolas it did seem so for he had yet to pass even his first century of life. Even more, it was time enough to become acclimated to the drugs and potions Elrond employed to control him, believing he would take his life or flee if not restrained. So it had been in the first year, but now Legolas understood his purpose and accepted it. Yet it served him to let Elrond think the medicines kept him ever befuddled, for he was watched carefully and did not want the Elven Lord to know his plots and schemes just yet. Later, once he had opened the elder elf's heart, then he could reveal his purpose and enjoin his aid once the signs were come.

Now he walked the garden paths in the quiet of the night and gazed upon the sky, glad and sorrowful to see there the star that had arisen upon Galbreth's first conception returned to herald his rebirth. For three nights he had watched it growing stronger and brighter; there could be no doubt. Legolas was not prepared for the signs to manifest so soon, for he had not made any progress in winning Elrond's heart. He had only two choices: to fulfil his obligation or to end his life, but really there was never a question of failing to offer his brother this means to return to their father's halls and the family he had left behind, all of whom must mourn his passing as deeply as Legolas did. Thus he was happy to know his opportunity was come to atone for his sin, yet filled with dread and sorrow, for to make this child without the aid of his mate's sustaining strength, he would expend all of his own light and expire even as the babe came into the world.

It was a sacrifice he was prepared to make and believed it was the only just action possible, considering Galbreth's blood was upon his hands. Legolas had prepared his body to house life and felt the change come over him. Nothing was left but to seduce Elrond and obtain the vital seed required to conceive, never a difficult task.

As in everything that had followed upon his fateful decision to visit Imladris, this plan, too, took a turning he could not foresee nor avert. The Twins, away from their home on patrol, had returned to demand their rights, and this on the very night Legolas had chosen to receive his brother's soul, sealing it in the combined essence of himself and his mate, hidden and protected within him, there to be nurtured until growth deemed him ripe for birth. So it would be, yet all three Noldorin Lords had taken their pleasure of him, injecting him with their semen more than once, and which of them was the child's father even Legolas could not divine.

Thus, Legolas walked in dreams no more but worried his brain for means to get away from the Valley and bring forth the child in the bosom of his family far to the east in Greenwood over Hithaeglir, for he could not doubt that Elrond would not own the child, nor the twins find other than crass amusement in his plight. Even so, he was compelled to reach out to the noble Lord of Imladris once more, hoping against all indications that he could open that heart walled off from the world. The woodland elf sent forth from his soul a silent call, his means of beckoning Elrond to him, and waited in the moonlit garden.

Now Elrond, incensed to hear Erestor's report, had taken the quaking elf from his kinsman, sparing a hideous glare for his repentant son, whose words of apology and remorse he refused to heed, and treated the hurts inflicted on the fair body he so loved to ravish. Legolas had been bathed and tended and fed, dressed in his normal garb of light cotton sleeping clothes, and turned loose in the sheltered garden wherein the noble Lord kept him, for the sylvan loved to be among the green things of nature and was more at peace there. What judgement he laid upon Elladan was not revealed to the Wood Elf, for Legolas was again adrift in Ôlpathu, ever his refuge when in grave distress. Elrond had not intended to indulge his passion for the golden warrior again this night, for he was suffering, yet the mighty Lord found his thoughts ever wandering from his work to his bond-slave. Without understanding the source of this insistent urge to see him, Elrond at last gave in and ventured into the private sanctuary, seeking his sylvan lover.

He found him beside the brook, seated in the grass and trailing his fingers in the chattering fluid, humming his soul-song, a sombre and sorrowful tune replete with hopeless despair, while tears rained from his eyes. Alarmed, Elrond hastened to him and joined him on the bank, taking him carefully in his arms for the injuries would be slow to heal, a consequence of the drugs used to keep the sylvan compliant and docile. Gently Elrond rocked him, gladdened to feel the slender figure snuggle against his chest.

"They should not have used you so," he said softly. "I should not have permitted them to have you tonight."

Legolas said nothing at first, for it was not his place to speak against his mates, any of them, yet the kind words gave him hope and he stopped his song. A sigh entered and left his lungs and he reached for one of the healer's gifted hands, turning its palm upward and kissing the lines and creases that some said revealed the path of the Noldo's long fate, right to its very ending. Then he dared a swift glance to see how this small token of his affection would be received. He met surprised grey eyes filled with bemused appreciation.

Oh yes, Elrond loved to be adored and worshipped by his lowly bond-slave. Little did he suspect that he held in his arms the youngest son of Thranduil, a prince in his own right, for Legolas had never revealed this truth, fearing the power over his father this would grant the Elven Lord. A bright spike of resentment flared in Legolas' heart but he stifled it; no more should he expect considering his sins. For Galbreth's sake he must break through the barriers of race and status and gain the Noldo's love. He smiled and spoke, laying aside at last the pretence of fogged and clouded thoughts.

"I would speak with you of that which is most important," he said, permitting the talented fingers to unbutton his shirt, the action frozen upon the words' utterance.

Elrond gaped. "You are free to speak," he stammered out, not knowing what to make of this sudden improvement in the sylvan's condition, especially after the horrendous tortures his sons had inflicted upon him. "What is this matter of grave import?"

"Have you noted the new star growing so large and bright in the skies over Imladris?"

"I have. This star I have seen come and depart several times, always portending some great event or news. I have been wondering what change is on the horizon and have sent to Galadriel for her interpretation." Elrond was astonished; he had no idea Legolas spoke Sindarin so well for while the words were lightly accented, there was nothing lacking in his comprehension of the language. "You amaze me with your command of my native tongue; why have you not conversed thus before?"

"As I have said, this is a matter of significance that affects both of us, and others whom you do not even guess. I would be clear and ensure you understand me," replied Legolas, sitting back now and closing the shirt.

That inspired a frown, for Elrond was used to handling the enticing body when and where he would, and often he kept Legolas naked in his study that he might have him to fondle and caress whenever he wished a break from his work. He reached for the shirt and ripped it open, a swift motion fraught with violence, and used the torn cloth to tie the archer's arms behind him. Then he sat close and tipped up the reddened face, claiming the voluptuous lips and sampling the mouth that opened for him immediately. He withdrew and smiled into the fair countenance but Legolas would not meet his eyes.

"That is better," he crooned, taking one of the nipples in his grip, tugging lightly so that Legolas flinched, for the nodes were tender and inflamed after the abuse of the Twins.

"Saes, do not, not tonight," begged Legolas, but as always his body betrayed him, more so now as he had fostered a fertile period so to bring about the will of the Valar. His bruised flesh grew erect and he shuddered as Elrond bent low and lapped at the hot skin, jolts of pleasure searing him with every swipe of the mobile tongue. At last the Elven Lord relented, sitting up with a light chuckle, fresh desire smouldering in his grey eyes as his hands delved inside the loose pants and tested the hardness of the rising cock he found.

"You know you like it, Legolas. To my will you must bend and I know it is not a burden for you to satisfy my desires." Elrond pulled the pants off and took the protruding penis in hand, rising and bring Legolas to his feet with it. Slowly he massaged the organ, eagerly cataloguing the sylvan's responses, for the increased respiration and dilating eyes gave away that he was not unwilling to be taken, sore and battered though he was. Elrond shook his head. "I am ever shocked by how much you yearn for a cock. Thrice, at least, you have been fucked this day and still you burn for more."

"Nay," whispered Legolas, "it is for you I burn, for my mate."

That pleased Elrond well to hear and enhanced his excitement. He let go and slid his fingers into the slick opening behind the scrotum and grinned when Legolas caught his breath and staggered to open his legs more. Then Elrond grabbed the slender shaft and tugged, using it as a handle to lead Legolas to a small copse of trees and a stone bench set there beneath the cover of the limbs and leaves. He sat upon the it and opened his robes, revealing a vigourous erection restrained beneath the tight leggings.These he unlaced as well and drew forth the proud flesh, offering it to Legolas.

"Here it is, hard and ready. Impale yourself on it and have your pleasure," he was smiling in anticipation as he sought the sylvan's eyes, but these were again averted as Legolas' chest heaved and a strange tension exuded from his aura. His breathing was audible and he was trembling in the effort to resist his base need, and this Elrond found amusing and laughed. Then the sylvan eyes lifted to his in a flash, dark and lit with wild fury and unquenched desire, and Elrond gasped, for he had never seen this kind of emotion in Legolas' features before.

Ere he could demand an accounting, the Wood Elf emitted a low and menacing cry and settled himself atop the out thrust cock, seating his body fully over the immense organ until he came to rest in Elrond's lap. A deep shudder worked through him for he had managed to strike his core and the force of the impact sent stars glaring across his sight, obliterating thought in a bright flare of ecstasy. He paused a few seconds, adjusting to the sensation of being stretched and full so soon after and the twins double penetration. Then he slowly rose, letting his head fall back and holding his breath, and when he was nearly unplugged dropped back upon the hot and bulging rod, bouncing on the Elven Lord's thighs with a dull slap. He ignored the loud cry of gratification Elrond offered, rising more quickly and falling harder until he was riding the virile piston with abandon, eager to bring about his mate's release along with his own.

Hands took him at the hips and aided the erratic pace of the bobbing motion, controlling the angle of each lift and drop so that the velvet heat caressed Elrond's cock with sublime compression. The Lord of Imladris watched in avid delight and Legolas shut his eyes from the lascivious examination, not wanting to see the way the Noldorin Lord counted up his every panting breath, it seemed. Not to ensure Legolas' passion was fulfilled did he extend such scrutiny, but only to mock the burden the bond placed upon his sylvan mate, for it was true that Legolas liked the joining of their bodies and yet he could not understand why this left him open to scorn. Faster now, he increased his pace and exhaled a gasp as Elrond's fist closed around him and began pumping.

Three more frantic squats and he felt the quick contraction of the Noldo's body as a deep growl left Elrond's lungs and he came. At once Legolas ceased the strenuous motion and leaned panting against the equally breathless frame beneath him. He shivered as the grip around his cock tightened and lips grazed the skin across his shoulders. With a rush his orgasm was upon him but its passing was swift and left him with only regret and disappointment that this was all they shared. Hands soothed up and down his sides, but it was not a comfort to him this night, nor was the soft utterance of his name consoling. Anger flared in the Wood Elf's heart, kindled by pain and sorrow, and he raised his head, showing Elrond eyes filled with the bright light of his just outrage.

"You have had me now for ten years and more and nothing have I held back from you. All that I am you have had, freely and without restraint: body, mind, heart and soul I relinquished to you. Even my life you have owned and I have not begrudged you the right to order that life according to your design, degrading and harrowing though that design has been for me. Yet now things have changed and it cannot continue this way," said Legolas, his voice strong and yet filled with pain generated by the inequity between their disparate estates.

Elrond stared, speechless at this bold pronouncement, for Legolas barely ever spoke and never made demands. He was not angered, however, but rather found he was uneasy and frightened, a nameless dread and foreboding crowding his mind and making his heart hammer. At last he swallowed to make room in his throat to give answer, for he had to know what had occasioned this sudden emergence of so strong a personality, fearing some action of the spell that bound him was at work, at last making its true purpose known. Unconsciously, his right hand withdrew and buried the Ring of Air in the pockets of his robes.

"What has changed in you, Legolas? I perceive that it is so yet I cannot understand it."

"I am awakened," said Legolas, defiance in his icy eyes. "Your potions and medicines must stop, for they will keep me confounded no longer. Now the decision is before us: which of you three, father and sons, will seal the bond with me and make it true?"

"Make it true?" Elrond gaped, shaking his head and standing, lifting Legolas off his softened organ and settling his clothes in order. "That is impossible, Legolas. This is not a case of love or even of alliance between noble Houses. This is not a bond such that the Noldorin folk will ever recognise."

"No? Even if I say it must be done or I shall surely perish? Even if I reveal that it is you I prefer and my heart warms in this horrid place only when you are near? Will you deny me the dignity of a legal marriage even then?"

"I can do nothing else. My people would never support such a marriage. The Lord of Imladris is not to be bound in matrimony to a lowly sylvan elf from Mirkwood." Elrond stood aside from his bond-slave and the distance between them filled with his arrogant contempt, yet even so the Noldorin Lord was puzzled and uneasy. There was a feral energy about Legolas that was not to be ignored.

"So, you cannot love a Wood Elf, even though your soul longs for mine and we are now of one light, one source." Legolas shook his head sadly and the tears returned. He stepped back and turned away. "I feared this would be your answer. You leave me no options, Elrond."

The Noldorin Lord gasped aloud, for never had Legolas called him by name before, nor had he emitted such quiet determination and resolute authority until this day. This alteration was far-reaching and Elrond feared its ultimate conclusion, for the Wood Elf's anger had melted under the flood of tears. Surely, this bold dialogue was meant to be the elf's final words and Legolas planned to seek his own destruction. The notion of living without Legolas as part of his world terrified Elrond, and though he knew in his mind that this was an effect of the sylvan's strange sorcery, he could not bear the sorrow even the idea of such a parting caused him. A single stride brought him to the naked elf and he laid hands upon him securely.

"Legolas, I am the one with no alternatives, for your statements bode ill for your well-being. I cannot permit you to try and end your life again; the herbs will be increased or you must be securely bound."

"Then bind me well, for the herbs have lost their potency and I will follow my heart's instincts from this moment forward. Woe be unto you if you defy your heart's demands and deny mine, for you will receive the just rewards of such betrayal."

No more would he say, nor would he look upon Elrond again, and the tears did not cease. He did not resist when the Lord of Imladris took him and bound him fast, leading him to a separate garden enclosed in high stone walls with an ornate iron gate. The bolt was turned as Elrond left and the key went into his pocket, and Legolas was left alone with his sorrow. A new song he sang, one of both love and despair, for he felt the life within him and welcomed his brother's soul into the kernel of being that was his unborn son. The imprisoning walls did not grieve him nor the lock distress his thoughts. He was content to bide his time and wait, for a certainty arose within him: he would be freed from his shameful state and returned to his people; all wrongs forgiven and hurts healed, there to bring forth his child with the last of his light and strength.

As for Elrond, the song haunted him even when it ended with the rising of the sun, and the Wood Elf's words settled in his soul, their weight like a prophesy and a doom from the Valar themselves.

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