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Frozen Heart	By : Argleena Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own (or profit from) the characters in this work, but do enjoy playing with them for your reading pleasure! All LOTR references are property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

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On the eve before he was to leave for his extended patrol, Elrohir heard a sturdy knocking at his door. “Leave me be tôr,” he shouted good-naturedly across the room at the closed and locked door. “You know I like to be well rested when I must leave for patrol in the morn. I have not the patience for your prattling or mischief tonight.” Elrohir chuckled to himself in memory of some of his gwanunig’s wilder stories and exaggerated antics. He knew he had to stand firm. Elladan could be quite convincing when he wanted to be, almost always getting his way. Except for in this instance, thought Elrohir. He would not give in. “I will not be dissuaded,” he called out, almost as an afterthought.
He turned his attention back to sorting and packing his supplies for patrol, assuming it was his brother at the door trying to poke and prod him into going out cavorting with him and their band of friends one final time before he left for months out on patrol. Being “attached at the hip,” as their nana put it, from the time that they were born (less than three minutes apart with Elladan coming first) and sharing a special bonded mental connection, the twins did not favor being separated from each other over any great distance or extended periods of time. As often as they could, they scheduled their mandatory patrols so that they could go out together. In this instance, however, no amount of separation or missing his brother was going to convince Elladan to volunteer for a four month patrol. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try to give Elrohir a “proper” send off, one that would not be quickly forgotten. Quite possibly one that might even land him in the healing halls the next morning if he considered it, which would be certain to earn their adar’s ire, seeing as enough of their warriors were inhabiting the healing rooms at this time. Elrohir, on the other hand, was in no mood for his brother’s antics. He hated leaving for patrol in the early hours of dawn feeling foggy in the head, sick to his stomach, and at a lack of sleep. Endless nights of sleeping on the hard forest floors or staying awake on guard duty in all manner of weather conditions, for weeks on end was trying enough, especially as it moved into the late autumn and early winter seasons. He did not want to start off the patrol with a hangover and in misery, with every step his mare took pounding in his head like that of the hammer of a smith slamming deep into his brain. His peredhel heritage never did him any favors in the recovery process after over imbibing, a difficulty his fellow full-elves never failed to find the humor in.
Tonight was definitively not a night to be spent out drinking with one such as his brother and their rowdy group of friends. That would have to wait for another night, months down the road when he returned. Perhaps then the prince could even join them for a few drinks and some fun, Elrohir pondered, his mind never far from thoughts of their esteemed guest these days. Elrohir heaved a sigh to himself at his discouraging thoughts and feelings toward his surprise patrol assignment. He was never usually one to complain about pulling an extra shift. He, for the most part, enjoyed his duties and time spent out of doors, in the wilds surrounding his adar’s peaceful valley. He took pride in protecting and guarding those that he loved and considered his friends and family. Being the son of the Lord of the valley, many from Imladris had a hand in raising him, and he enjoyed giving back to them.
A voice broke through his thoughts, a bit muffled being that it was on the other side of the door. “Goheno nîn. My apologies for disturbing your rest.” The voice was not that of his gwanunig's, but sounded vaguely familiar. “I will leave you to your preparations. Mayhap we can speak once you return from your duties?” The ellon on the other side of the door questioned.
Suddenly, recognizing the voice, Elrohir shot up from beside the bed where he had been pulling out his stored knives and daggers from underneath. He bounded over to the door, flinging the latch open and knocking the door soundly into the wall in his haste. The door had swung open just in time for Elrohir to see the prince turning his back to the door making ready to walk away and leave Elrohir to his peace. Legolas jumped back at the shock of the unexpected sound of the door slamming into the wall and turned to face Elrohir.
“Daro! Please, wait!” Elrohir blurted out, heart drumming and breathless from his sprint across his chambers, or maybe more so from the adrenaline pulsing through his veins at the realization of who was at the entryway to his room. He rushed on, “I apologize for my abrupt manners moments ago. I believed you to be my brother trying to drag me out into mischief this evening. Do come in, please.”
Legolas hesitated. “There is no need to apologize,” he said softly. “It is I who am disturbing you. I should not have come at such a late hour when you must be up before the sunrise to ready for your patrol. I will return another time to pay my regards when you have returned from your duties.” With that he made a small bow and began to turn once again.
Elrohir could see and hear the disappointment in Legolas’ eyes and voice, similar to what he was feeling himself. Desperate not to have him go, Elrohir impulsively reached out to grab Legolas’ wrist in order to guide the prince inside his chamber. He immediately felt a shock course through his entire body, lighting him up from the inside, lightning quick and full of intensity. As quickly as he had grabbed Legolas’ arm, he let it go. “Goheno n-nîn,” Elrohir stuttered. “Adar often says that my impetuous behavior leads me to rash actions rather than well thought out words, which are more appropriate.” But far less thrilling, he thought to himself, but did not say that last part aloud. “I should not have grabbed a prince as yourself as such.” He offered Legolas a small smile. “Please, do come in if you would still be willing to do so. You are very welcome here.” He made no promises to keep his hands to himself however, as would have been the proper thing to do as he extended the invitation to the prince. Legolas seemed to want no such promises anyway.
“Please, think nothing of it,” Legolas replied as he accepted the invitation and glided inside with a dazzling smile, entering for the first time into Elrohir’s chambers. Glancing around he added, “And please, mellon nîn, I would not have you think of me as a prince in this moment but just as a friend if you would. I consider myself to be a simple warrior and diplomat for my father. I have never felt truly comfortable in the royal role. I am much more at home out of doors and exploring the forest, as well as defending my father’s kingdom. In fact, I envy you a bit that you get to leave for patrol and convene with the forest and nature for the next few months. It is not that often back home when I am confined to the caves for weeks or months at a time, as I too am often out on patrol with my men,” Legolas stated, a hint of longing in his voice. He took a moment to examine what he could see of Elrohir's well lived in chambers, his gaze landing wistfully on Elrohir's nearly filled travel pack setting on his oversized bed (How tempting that looked!), and weapons laid out on the desk for patrol.
"I think that we may indeed have many things in common,” Elrohir said, moving quickly through the room, leading Legolas toward his sitting area, picking up stray pieces of clothing, weaponry and books that were scattered along the path here and there. He had not been expecting guests and his room was in a less than immaculate state. Legolas, however, appeared to be comfortable walking down the cleared pathway and didn't seem to mind the small bit of clutter one bit. He rather thought it made the room appear comfortable and well lived in. Elrohir went to a cabinet that was recessed into the side wall and contained a select few bottles of fine wine, including a red Dorwinion that came from Legolas’ homeland. It was sent over as part of a case of the finest Woodland wines from Thranduil as a sort of peace offering and gift to Lord Elrond, who graciously shared this rare treat with his sons and a select few of his dearest friends. Pulling out two simply cut crystal wine glasses, he poured two generous serving of the rich, red, wine. “Perhaps something to give you a little taste of home?” Elrohir offered, opting to sit next to Legolas on the overstuffed, plush sofa rather than in one of the smaller chairs that sat across the small table placed in the center of the seating arrangement. Legolas graciously accepted, letting the smooth familiar flavor glide across his tongue, whetting his palette for even more exotic flavors he wished to taste, if he would but work up the courage to do so.
“So, what brings you to my door this night?” Elrohir enquired, his voice unwittingly dropping huskily. “Did you need help with directions to the smaller hall where Tegalad’s begetting day celebration is taking place? I know a good number of your warriors were planning on attending this evening. Are you finding everything you need okay? Did you need assistance with something different?” Elrohir nervously sought out the purpose for his secret desire’s visit to his rooms, all the while twisting the hem of his tunic between his thumb and forefinger with one hand and grasping tightly onto his wineglass with the other. He was finding it difficult not to reach out to touch a fine boned hand of the one sitting next to him or run the back of his hand across the soft skin of a peach blushed cheek.
Legolas waved off Elrohir’s questions. “No, I am not lost or looking for directions. I have found my way to my intended destination,” Legolas replied, the words flowing silkily from his tongue as he looked coyly downwards. “I simply wished to seek you out this eve to visit with you after I heard that you would be journeying away on patrol for quite some time. I realized this might be my last opportunity to finally catch up with you until you returned.”
Raising his head up to gaze at Elrohir, bright blue eyes peeking through long sloping lashes, he continued, “I was rather hoping to get to know you better over the next few months, but then that dream was spoiled with the news of your impending departure. I felt it a shame that we would have to put off deepening our acquaintance that much longer. I was hoping we could introduce ourselves to one another and give each other something to think about and remember the other by during your time away, hmm?” Legolas questioned in a low, seductively teasing tone, continuing to make eye contact with Elrohir’s stormy gray orbs through eyes that had dropped partway shut, half lidded with desire again.
Legolas slid himself smoothly over on the sofa they were sharing, so that the two were pressed closely together, thigh to thigh, and there was space between them no more. He boldly placed his hand on Elrohir’s well muscled thigh, feeling a spear of lust spike through his entire body at the feel of the one he so desired’s well formed muscle underneath his hand. Spreading his fingers to take in as much contact as possible, he began slowly sliding his hand up toward Elrohir’s groin, freezing just before reaching the ultimate destination.
Elrohir jumped at the contact of Legolas’ hand to his thigh, gulping speechlessly as he returned Legolas’ lust-filled look, gazing down into the prince’s passion darkened eyes, pupils blown wide open. Legolas’ lips turned up in a an expression of half smirk, half smile. He was the sexiest thing that Elrohir had ever seen in that moment. “S-s-so then, *ahem,* ... you came here this night to b-become ‘acquainted’ with m-me,” Elrohir managed to rasp out, mouth suddenly dry and heart pounding in his chest. He remained frozen in his seat, still too shocked by the princes bold touch to move at all. He had to use every ounce of his will power to stop himself from becoming overly aroused and erect, not wanting to offend the prince if somehow he was reading him wrong, but with that look on Legolas’ face and the hand massaging and creeping up his thigh, he didn't really see how he could be. Still, his thoughts had become hazy and the prince’s close proximity was making it impossible for him to think straight.
Legolas took his free hand and cupped the side of Elrohir’s face, thumb gently caressing Elrohir’s cheek, up and down, up and down, gentling him. He was calming Elrohir, bringing him into an almost hypnotic state. Elrohir could not have looked away from the one staring into his fëa no matter how hard he tried. Bringing his face closer, as if leaning in for a kiss, Legolas stopped when he was just close enough for Elrohir to feel his breath on his lips. Touching their foreheads together and creating an intimate space where the world narrowed to nothing but Elrohir and he, Legolas whispered, “You can't tell me you didn't feel it too. The day I arrived, when our eyes met. I could feel you in my fëa.” Leaning forward and gently kissing the side of Elrohir’s mouth and then trailing more scorching kisses along Elrohir’s cheek and down a chiseled jaw, Legolas continued, murmuring, “I have been attempting to seek you out for days, but it seems that either you are always busy with your healer or warrior training or I am stuck in some everlasting meeting or banal feast, seated as far away from you as could be possible. When I heard you would be leaving on the morrow, I just had to come and see you, see if this connection I felt to you was shared and real. You do feel it too, don't you?” Legolas questioned, insecurity beginning to creep through the mask of bravado he had put on when he had first stepped into the younger twins room. “You've been so quiet. Please don't tell me I am wrong in thinking you feel the same w--, mmmphf.”
Legolas’ speech was cut off as Elrohir surged forward, overcoming his temporary state of shock to capture Legolas’ lips in an all consuming kiss that had Legolas opening his mouth to Elrohir for more. Their tongues twined with each other, wrestling for control of the kiss. Elrohir slid one hand around the nape of Legolas’ neck, fingers sinking into his golden, silky hair. His other hand, rested on Legolas’ stomach and began running up Legolas’ muscle defined abs, settling onto his sculpted chest. They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other until lack of air forced their mouths apart for breath. The two sat staring at each other, panting and flushed with arousal.
“I want you,” Elrohir groaned “but isn't this to soon? We barely know one another.”
“I want you too,” Legolas exclaimed breathily. “And while I certainly look forward to getting to know you in every way possible, I find the idea of getting acquainted with you on a physical level and discovering just what is underneath this tunic and these leggings of yours irresistible at the moment.” Legolas slid the hand on Elrohir’s thigh up the last few inches until the prince was cupping his groin, alternating between gently kneading and running his fingers up and down Elrohir’s length.
Elrohir groaned at the contact, growing impossibly hard within the confines of his tight leggings. He tightened his grip in Legolas’ hair, tipping the princes’ head back to gain access to that long and graceful neck. Placing nipping kisses and love bites down to the princes collarbone, Elrohir could feel the vibrations rumbling from Legolas’ chest and throat as he moaned each time Elrohir began to suck on a particularly sensitive spot. Bringing his mouth back up to exchange teasing kisses with Legolas once again, he then moved his mouth to Legolas’ ear, taking the tip inside and he suckled gently, feeling the shudder that ran through Legolas’ full body at the contact. “I want you,” he husked into the prince’s ear, flexing his hips up into the hand that was still caressing his cock oh so sweetly and moaning deep in his throat.
“Mmmhh,” Legolas replied, giving a breathy sigh. Words were becoming more and more difficult the more wrapped up he became in Elrohir's kisses and caresses. “Oh believe me, I want you too,” Legolas moaned. Then, with a cheeky grin on his face whispered into Elrohir's ear, “That, however, is going to have to wait for another time; for when I have you, it will time and time again throughout the night. There will be no mercy, no rising early the next day for patrol and there will definitely be no sitting upon your mare for the next few following days either.”
Elrohir moaned loudly at the images those statements provoked. Disappointment washed through him at having what he wanted ever so badly so close to him, yet at the moment out of reach. He continued to kiss down Legolas’ throat and chest, unbuttoning his tunic along the way, hoping to tempt the prince into changing his mind regarding the course of their evening. Legolas chuckled and began leaning Elrohir back until he was laying down on the sofa with Legolas straddling his hips. Elrohir was writhing beneath him, passion and desire consuming his sensibilities, a whining sound issuing forth from his lips when Legolas lifted his hands off from him and stilled above him.
“Hush, shhh, maethor bain nîn,” Legolas crooned, attempting to calm the fey creature beneath him. “That does not mean there are not other things we can do this night,” he said as he began to work his way down Elrohir’s body, drawing his tunic up over his head and placing kisses on Elrohir's neck, collarbone and chest. Pulling his head back to get a full view of his lover’s glorious body he whispered, “So beautiful.” Bringing his head back down he took one of Elrohir’s rosy nipples into his mouth. As he gently suckled, Elrohir arched up beneath him, rubbing his aching arousal against Legolas, finding him ready and very eager as well. Legolas continued his journey south, reaching Elrohir's navel. There he stopped to place a brief kiss and then brought his finger to run down the curious trail of hair that led from his navel to more sensitive places. Being peredhel, his human side left him with some features rarely found on elves, this including light patches hair on his body, which Legolas found fascinating. Following this trail of wispy hair to the top of Elrohir's leggings, Legolas looked up at Elrohir. With a serious look upon his face, Legolas stared into Elrohir's eyes and stated, “If we are to go any further than this tonight then you must agree to be mine.” He placed a possessive kiss on Elrohir's lower abdomen, just above where the lacing to his leggings crossed and hindered his progress southward. “I do not take lovers lightly and could not bear to hear of or see you in another's arms. I will not share you. Do you agree?”
“Yes! Yesss…,” Elrohir gasped. “I am yours now, just as you are mine.”
“Yours,” Legolas murmured, eyes going hazy. With that, Legolas began to unknot Elrohir's leggings. Slowly dragging them down and off his legs, Legolas began kissing his way back up the delicate insides of Elrohir's thighs. Elrohir gritted his teeth as Legolas grew nearer and nearer to his swollen member. With a wicked smile Legolas proceeded to lick a path from the base of Elrohir's stiff rod to the crown, humming a “mmmm,” at Elrohir's salty-sweet taste. From there he proceeded to engulf Elrohir's erection until the tip was hitting at the back of his throat. He started to slowly bob his head up and down, drawing Elrohir in with his sweet suction, and running his tongue up and down the vein on the underside of his cock, with with the tip probing into the leaking slit on top, allowing for the gathering of that sweet nectar on the tip of his tongue.
Elrohir's blood rushed like a fire burning through veins. He saw stars before his eyes and lost all ability for rational thinking. He began babbling nonsensical words of lust and affection and found himself quickly at the edge of his control. Not wanting this encounter to end before he got to experience any of Legolas’ princely delights, he used every ounce of his will power to pull himself from Legolas’ mouth and drag Legolas back up to his lips. “You,” Elrohir gasped, licking his lips and trying his best to calm some. “To many clothes. Off,” he commanded. The pair worked together to quickly rid the prince of his remaining clothing.
As Legolas lowered himself back down onto Elrohir's body, now skin on skin, Elrohir captured Legolas’ mouth in a searing kiss, tongues swirling together and tangling, then separating to explore each other's mouths, familiarizing themselves with each other with every in and out. Saliva slick lips slid over and around each other as teeth nibbled and passionate desire came crashing down around them. Their hips flexed against each other and painfully hard cocks slid against one another, precome dripping, spreading and lubricating the way. Each moaned delightfully into the others mouth. Breaking off the kiss and looking directly into Legolas’ eyes, Elrohir spit into his hand and reached down to grabbed both of their members in hand. Giving a light squeeze, he began to move his hand rhythmically up and down, using his saliva mixed with precome to ease the way. While his hand was creating the delicious friction both so craved and needed, Legolas proceeded to draw one of Elrohir's rosy buds into his mouth while tweeking the other between his thumb and forefinger. The two became adrift in a sea of sensation and yearning, thrusting vigorously up into Elrohir's fisted hand, their motions becoming more and more rapid and losing control the closer to the precipice the moved.
The fire burning through Elrohir's veins became almost too much for him to bear. “So close,” he whimpered, “I’m so close… .”
“Come for me,” Legolas exclaimed. He began moaning, “Oh, yes! Come with me,” he cried, his body trembling, arms and legs straining to support himself as he lay hovering over his lover, the anticipation reaching a breaking point as Elrohir stroked them to the point where they were flying sky high and had lost any semblance of control.
As he and the prince continued to thrust uncontrollably into his hand, Elrohir’s body suddenly tensed and he came harder that he ever remembered coming in his entire life. No lover had ever brought him the feelings that Legolas did. Legolas moaned loudly and his full body shivered in pleasure as he felt spurt after spurt of Elrohir's essence coat his chest and stomach, during which Legolas followed him in releasing his own pleasure between the two and over Elrohir's slowing hand, which made sure to milk both of every last drop.
Breathless and exhausted, coming down from his state of euphoria, Legolas collapsed with his full weight on top of Elrohir. Elrohir managed to stir up his last vestiges of strength and rolled over onto his side on the cramped sofa, taking Legolas with him. The two lay silently together, breath calming, running hands over each other's backs and sides and through passion ruffled hair. Legolas leaned in to bestow a tender kiss upon his lovers already kiss swollen lips. There on the sofa, holding one another tight, the two sank into a sea of light reverie, swimming in contentment and adrift in feelings of rightness.
TBC...
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Translations (Sindarin)
daro- stop
ellon- male elf
ellith- female elf
fëa- soul
goheno nîn- forgive me / excuse me
gwanûr- twins (plural)
gwanunig’s- twin’s (individual/singular twin)
losto vae- sleep well / goodnight
maethor bain nîn- my beautiful warrior
mellon nîn- my friend
nana- mom / mother
ollo vae- sweet dreams
peredhel- half-elf
tôr- brother
Names
Tegalad- name meaning ‘bringing light.’ Written as an OC, warrior from Imladris.
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