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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 Thirty
As they stood there together, it wasn't only Erestor with his contingent of guards that was leaving the palace. The Silvan elves who had sought shelter were also moving out, going back to their homes now that the wood around the palace was cleared of spiders.
Legolas observed them, and it felt like the palace was such a vast empty space all of a sudden. Without really thinking about it, he grasped his father's hand. “We are alone again,” he said softly. Thranduil turned his head, and something in his eyes became suddenly keen, as if he knew exactly the strange sense of melancholy mixed with hope that Legolas was experiencing.
“Yes, ion nín,” he said gently. He squeezed Legolas's hand momentarily in reassurance and then let him go. In all of this time, they still hadn't been open about the changed nature of their relationship outside of their chambers. Another lesson Erestor had left them with. They would have each other, exactly how they wanted, yes. But they would always have to be secret, careful and circumspect. Galion knew, of course, but he was no gossip.
“Eryn Galen is reclaimed. At least this part of it. Our people are safe now,” Thranduil observed, smiling as a couple of elflings ran alongside their parents, carrying bits and pieces of personal belongings.
“I should hold court,” he said then with a deep sigh, and a glance of apology. “I have been neglectful while the palace has been a refuge.” Legolas nodded tightly, deliberately squashing down his desperate longing, because his father was right.
“Of course, ada. You should...” he began, meaning to continue, but then Thranduil spoke over him.
“But I would be most happy for you to attend in my chambers immediately afterwards.” He smiled fondly. “We shall discuss this idea you have of one day studying at Imladris.”
“Yes, ada,” Legolas responded in surprise. So, Erestor had told him? Then Thranduil turned and stalked away back inside. Legolas watched after him, then ran out down the steps and into the trees, using their branches to cross the water and catch a last glimpse of Erestor as he rode away from them.
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The afternoon stretched far too long, and the sun moved only slowly in the sky. Legolas gathered his own lunch of berries, spending those hours outside in the wild before he returned to the palace.
He'd assumed that his father would hold court throughout the day, so he was surprised when Galion told him that the court had only been in session for an hour or two, after which the King had repaired to his rooms for the rest of the day.
Legolas hurried, his heart beating fast at failing in this first test of their time together, yet when he reached his father's rooms they were empty. Confused, he thought he may as well get changed. There were bits of leaves and twigs clinging to his clothes. They would set this initial misunderstanding to rest as soon as they were together, he was sure, and in that he understood how some things had changed. No longer did he worry about inconsequential things. They were lovers... he smiled secretly to think of it. That was all that mattered.
Legolas threw open his own door and strode in, only to halt in shock as the door swung shut with a click behind him. Here, in his room, naked on his bed, silver hair streaming out on the pillows. His father was sleeping, a slight curve to his lips that made him look so beautiful that Legolas's heart actually hurt. Legolas smiled and locked his own door as quietly as he could, then wandered over to the bed, sitting on the side of it and looking down at his father.
He reached out a hand to touch, and found himself stroking his fingers through the length of Thranduil's silver hair. “Ada,” he said on a sigh, beyond happy. The King stirred, though he didn't open his eyes. That slight smile on his lips deepened though as he stretched.
“Immediately, Legolas. That is what I said, is it not?” he murmured. “Where have you been?”
At last he blinked, his eyes opening to gaze up at Legolas. He was so enchanting Legolas leaned down to kiss his lips briefly.
“I was out walking in the wood,” Legolas said simply with a slight shrug. “I thought you would be busy.”
Thranduil propped himself up on one elbow. “Too busy to discuss the education of my own son? I thought you would have understood where my priorities lie. I stayed only long enough to ensure nothing was going to fall apart, then I came here, to your bed, where I hoped you would find me before I fell asleep.”
Legolas giggled. He couldn't help it. His father was being so ridiculously cute, and it suited him. Thranduil plucked at his clothes. “Take them off,” he ordered, arrogant as ever, staring intensely into Legolas's eyes.
As he stood up to obey, fingers undoing the buttons of his tunic, Legolas felt the atmosphere change. They were together, and soon... he felt the first stirrings of real arousal. Which way would they do it? Who would direct? With a start he realised that he did not care about the answers to those questions, as long as they could touch.
The mood changed, and Legolas became a little more serious. “I do not think I even want to go,” he confessed. “I want to be here, with you.”
“Yes,” Thranduil said, indulgent, as if consideration, though the way he looked Legolas up and down made him wonder if his father had heard him at all. “We should definitely negotiate.”
When at last he was naked, he went willingly into his father's arms, and it made him feel powerful. If he could win the love of his father, the King, in this many ways... why, he could win anything! He could be victorious in anything he wished, even a fight against darkness. They kissed passionately, tongues entwining and hearts beating fast. Their souls belonged together like this – so close! Yet still when they drew back from each other Legolas still didn't know which way the control would fall.
“For instance,” said Thranduil, as if they hadn't interrupted their conversation at all. Legolas could feel his father's cock lying against his thigh, hard and hot. His mouth watered, his body surged in confirmation, and he longed to fuck, and be fucked. “I feel I must insist upon having you with me a full year first for each league between here and Imladris.”
Legolas, who had been rubbing his erection against his father's leg, tongue pressed between his teeth, suddenly faltered. He drew in a quick, shallow breath, and he forced his brain to cool down enough to process the arithmetic necessary.
“A year for every league...” he repeated. “But, ada! That is over a hundred years!” he announced in dismay. He had thought to leave some time, but more than a century?! Thranduil smirked.
“Is it really?” He rolled over suddenly, trapping Legolas beneath him, rutting slightly against him so that Legolas found it hard to think. “Nevertheless, that is where our negotiation opens, ion nín,” he said, almost whispering as he leaned in close, tongue flicking out to Legolas's ear.
“But, I...” Legolas said, his words subsiding into a sigh as Thranduil expertly manipulated him, as easily as he had done at the start of all this. His father was nibbling at his collarbone, hands already sliding down his body, and Legolas parted his legs already in acquiescence. “Ten years!” he gasped, as Thranduil penetrated him with a finger. Legolas hadn't even noticed him getting the oil.
Thranduil gave a derisive huff. “A year for every mile,” he retorted. His finger was so deep now that Legolas cried out, desperate, anticipating the pleasure before it hit.
“Not fair!” he managed. “You're supposed to come down, not...” Thranduil found his prostate and jiggled it deliberately. Legolas felt full of heat, unable to think. “Not... not...” he repeated, over and over. Eventually, his father drew back a little. “Not... up.”
“I am the King. I may do as I wish.” He grinned wickedly. “Even if I want you, ion nín.”
It was almost too soon as his father penetrated him, and yet Legolas raised his knees, the discomfort easing almost as soon as he relaxed. “Ahh...” Thranduil sighed. “So good.”
It did feel good, and Legolas was put beyond words for a few long intense minutes of pleasure as he felt himself claimed by his father again. While Erestor had been with them, it had not been the same, even though Legolas was sure that a part of him had come to cherish Erestor's lessons. It suddenly seemed as if they had been apart for months, even though they had spent long hours each day with one another.
“More, ada,” he said, something inside him aching at the sheer depth of need that swept through him. His body was moving to meet Thranduil's thrusts, and still Legolas could not get enough. Until his father relented and touched him, those long fingers, squeezing so tenderly, making his breath stutter in his throat and his body clench in bliss.
Legolas wrenched his head away so he would not have to see the beauty of Thranduil, lost in the sensations. It was too much, and he could not come so soon. Not like this. He remembered the earliest of the lessons, before Erestor came to join them, and he wanted to wait. But then his father took advantage of the careless invitation to nip at Legolas's neck with his teeth.
“Ada... please!”
“Let it come, Legolas,” Thranduil said, his voice rough but loving, and Legolas felt that sudden expanding sense of letting go, only to remain captured in his father's embrace. “At my command,” Thranduil whispered, as if in awe, “in this, as in all things.”
It seemed for a few long moments as if he had given all of himself, as if there was nothing left of Legolas the Prince any longer, nothing left of Legolas the archer. Only Legolas the son remained, a lump in his throat that he did not understand.
“I love you, ada,” he said, his voice low and masculine. It occurred to him at last that his father was no longer moving, that actually he was no longer hard inside Legolas. He'd come too, but Legolas had been too carried away to even feel it.
“And I love you, ion,” Thranduil said, his voice soft as he shook his head so that his hair brushed gently over Legolas's chest.
At last, when they were more comfortable, awaiting a time when they could legitimately request Galion to bring them the evening meal, Legolas sneaked a look at his father. Thranduil was playing with a strand of his hair, looking at it in the light, more gold in it than Thranduil's own silver.
“Twenty years,” Legolas said, tightening his arms around his father's waist as he laid his head back down on Thranduil's chest.
There was a long pause, and a sigh. “Twenty-five years,” his father said at last. “A year for each week you will be away from me.” Legolas snuggled, happy. He'd known all along his ada was only teasing.
“It is a long time, ada,” Legolas said happily.
“You think that now, because you are young. It is but a heartbeat.” He sighed again, this time with somewhat more melancholy. “It will soon be upon us.”
Legolas prised himself away and sat up in the bed. He was more than two thousand years old, and he did not consider that 'young' at all. He looked into his father's eyes. “If it be your wish, ada, I will not go.” He smiled. “If it be your wish, I will never go.”
For a long moment, Thranduil just stared back at him, clearly calculating something. Then he grinned.
“Lord Elrond has the most amazing library, ion nín. Did you know that?” Legolas opened his eyes wide. How did his father know? “Yes, and in that library are so many amazing stories, and wonderful songs that will make your heart soar. He has works of art that will stir your fëa. Books on everything you can imagine. Wouldn't you like to learn the first language of the Eldar and read the words of those ancient elves?”
Legolas nodded vigorously, imagining it. “Wouldn't you like to meet all the different kinds of people that go to study at Imladris too? There will be mortals there, and some of them burn so brightly they could almost blind you.”
“Really, ada?” He suddenly recalled Boromir, how the man had seemed so eager to protect. Why, he'd even been prepared to draw his sword at the conference table against Erestor and King Thranduil for Legolas's sake! Were they all like that? So... courageous? Then he recalled Edwen and the poachers, and he could feel the scowl on his face.
“They are not all the same, Legolas. But some... some you will think deserve more than their short measure of life. Those are the ones that can change everything.”
At once, he wondered if his ada had ever... but no. Suddenly he understood, because he had been taught some history, after all. It was a man who had defeated Sauron in the War of the Last Alliance. And then he knew what his father was trying to tell him. For all their weaknesses, some mortals were just like Boromir. Better, even.
“I should like to meet one of them,” he said wistfully.
“And you will. Their light flares in the darkness like wizard's fire. And you might meet wizards there too.”
Legolas pulled a face. “Like Radagast?” he asked doubtfully.
“No. Like Mithrandir.” Legolas brightened considerably. He'd heard stories about Mithrandir, but never met him. His mind began to bubble in excitement, and then he caught the smirk on Thranduil's face. He groaned and laid back down in a huff.
“Tease!” he said. “Twenty-five years. It is ages!” Thranduil chuckled and pulled him close.
“Twenty-five years of me to endure. How will you do it, ion nín?”
Legolas suddenly had an extremely wicked thought, and he felt the thought pulling at his lips. “Why, ada, I shall tease you for most of them,” he said, laughing. “And you will love me for it, won't you?”
To his surprise, Thranduil's eyes quickened with desire. “Oh, yes. Perhaps you should make a start after dinner, hmm?” And just like that, Legolas understood how this would work. Switching, that is what Erestor had called it. They would switch places, over and over, each taking and receiving what they needed. Legolas knew exactly what he wanted to do first.

To be continued...
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