• 1-Aearlinn
• 2-Aearlinn - Ened Ethuil
• 3-Aearlinn 3
• 4-Aearlinn 4
• 5-Aearlinn Five
• 6-Thyrin Trenor
• 7-Aearlinn Seven
• 8-Aearlinn 8
• 9-Aearlinn Nine
• 10-Aearlinn - Ôlpathu
• 11-Aearlinn - Lim-dalu Aur
• 12-Aearlinn-Adar, Ionath, Melethryn
• 13-Aearlinn - Radol an Estel
• 14-Aearlinn - Fourteen
• 15-Aearlinn - Fast
• 16-Aearlinn - Lilta Nár
• 17-Aearlinn - Glîr o Nár
• 18-Aearlinn - Dor Eden Cuil
• 19-Aearlinn - Dor Eden Cuil 2
• 20-Aearlinn - Puig ar Lim
• 21-Aearlinn - Peth Thenid Pent
• 22-Aearlinn - Aderthad
• 23-Aearlinn - Aderthad Part 2
• 24-Aearlinn - Le Tobol Ista
• 25-Aearlinn - Siniath Chwiniol
• 26-Aearlinn - Maeth Imvelethryn
• 27-Aearlinn - Adab ar Rhosshîr
• 28-Aearlinn - Mellyn ar Melithryn
• 29-Aearlinn - Manadh Diorion
• 30-Aearlinn - Aldobol Faer Charn
• 31-Aearlinn - Elie Velthin
• 32-Aearlinn - Esgal Orthant-part 1
• 33-Aearlinn - Esgal Orthant-part 2
• 34-Aearlinn - Acharn-en-Adar
• 35-Aearlinn - Trévreithad
• 36-Aearlinn - Mîl Ovor
• 37-Aearlinn - Mereth-en-Gwedhel

Aearlinn - Elie Velthin

A faint shiver ran through the nerves beneath his touch and Legolas stretched, emitting a barely perceptible variant of the trilling call that signalled when his passion was at its height. Elrond caught his breath and his sight flew to his beloved's face, for this was not a sound he'd ever heard before, and focused on the dreamy azure depths. "I haven't seen you like this, though, not ever," he whispered and bent anew to lay a kiss upon the belly.

"Aye, touch me there, Nín'ódhel, just so," purred Legolas, reaching to draw his beloved's hand to his abdomen, pressing down and holding it fast.

Elrond watched him intently as he softly stroked the firm flesh. "Like this?" Legolas was not aroused, not sexually, but his need for this contact seemed just as all-consuming and Elrond did not want to disappoint. A great sigh left Aearen and he wriggled closer, shifting fully onto his back and settling comfortably, one arm tucked behind his head, his eyes half closed as he continued the sonorous vocalisation of his faer'lîr.

"Exactly so, just there, for me and our child. Much love is in your touch, Elrond Nín'ódhel."

"Yes?" Elrond's smile grew in magnitude at least tenfold.

"Yes. I would say your love is expressed solely in your touch."

"Solely? Nay, surely not." Elrond's smile diminished just slightly and an uneasy feeling collected inside his skull.

"Perhaps not." Legolas gave the barest of shrugs and raised his hand to trace the faint lines etched by time and trials across his mate's brow. "Yet often it is in your touch that I know your heart. I have thought on this and decided this is what makes you so great a healer."

"That's a lovely thing to tell me." Elrond kissed his mate's belly again and then reclined, pillowing his cheek against the little mound. He felt Legolas' hand come to rest atop his head and now it was he who sighed a deep, contented, cleansing breath, for this was bliss. Then he raised his head, eyes alight and enlightened. "It is my touch you like best, Aearen."

"Yes, best of all. In so many ways you touch me. With your skilful hands, your adoring eyes, the press of your body against mine, the strength of your soul, anchoring me here. Aye, your touch is best, Nín'ódhel."

Elrond grabbed him close and held on, feeling the tears squeezing past his crimped, clamped lids, a powerful surge of joy threatening to burst his pounding heart, so intense that it was nearly painful. "Legolas, beloved." His voice trembled through the whispered words and he could not say more and so he pressed kisses all over the bare skin, working his way higher until he could claim the lips that had spoken so poignant a tribute, rejoicing as Aearen wrapped arms and legs tight around him and returned the kiss with fervour.

The Lord of Imladris had awakened refreshed and exuberant to find his young mate lying naked beside him, drifting lightly through his sylvan dreamscape, though how Legolas had come to be there Elrond had no memory. For that matter, he couldn't recall how he'd ended up in the quaint shelter either yet found he didn't care so much to discover the answer just then. The last he remembered was wandering aimlessly through the woods and now here he was, safe and sound within the sturdy construction of rugged evergreen boughs conversely furnished in satin and silk, down and velvet. Aearen was with him and beyond that little mattered.



Just beneath the surface of this hazy awareness lurked the traces of a sombre, even frightening, encounter, but he couldn't be sure if that had been some form of nightmare or if his impressions represented a true memory. He would sort it out later; right now he wished only to appreciate the moment, for Legolas in Ôlpathu always raised in him a combined sense of devoted responsibility and awe.

Legolas sighed and sent forth the tremulous cry again, stronger this time and more like the one he used during intercourse. His hips flexed and there was no doubt that desire was invading Pathrol na Gail. "Make love to me."

"Now?" Elrond was surprised, gazing upon Legolas in fascination. The dream-time was reserved for communion with Iluvatar; in the case of Wood Elves it was reserved for communion with Tawar, and in neither case was communion with one's mate generally a facet of that experience.

"You will not?" Legolas sounded sad and uncertain, his blue eyes wide in dismayed disappointment. "You are displeased?"

"Nay!" Elrond hastened to correct the erroneous impression. "I do not disapprove, Aearen, it was simply unexpected. We have never coupled while you walked in dreams, nor have I known anyone who has." He scurried up so to lie face to face and stared into the shadowed eyes watching him with mellow amusement and undeniable hunger.

"No one?"

"Not that I recall, nor have I read of it. Are you certain this is what you wish?" Elrond truly worried that he might somehow be taking advantage of Legolas. His beloved was smiling hugely, however, and rapidly reaching full arousal. He let loose a devilish chuckle as he casually reached up and tweaked Elrond's ear. The Lord of Imladris gave an involuntary shudder and a low grunt, his libido awakening under the combination of Aearen's bold actions and bolder musk.

"I am unique," Legolas said smugly, shuffling closer and treating the same ear to a thorough tongue bath. "I have wanted this always."

"Truly?" Elrond's brows rose to his hairline and he loosened his hold enough to peer at his dreaming mate. While it might not be exactly proper he could not really help himself. "Tell me more: what else do you secretly desire?" He was startled when a low and feral growl sounded from Aearen's throat and nails dragged daringly across his back.

"To have you in the trees. I would bind you to the branches by your long, black hair and take you at my leisure." Then he snatched a handful of the inky strands and pulled Elrond's lips to his, impressing a devouring kiss upon the mouth that had popped open in shocked delight. Legolas released him, carding his fingers through the tresses he'd grabbed, smiling a most wicked smile, and the light in his eyes was no longer soft and filled with gentle contentment. Now the keen blue irises glinted with predatory anticipation. "And I want you all together, the three of you, Adar ar Ionath nin go'aro."

"WHAT?" Elrond pulled free and sat bolt upright, scuttling back from Legolas, a look of absolute abhorrence contorting his features.

Legolas blinked, the strident, strained exclamation jerking him from Ôlpathu instantly. He found himself staring at a countenance suffused with horror, Elrond's wary eye meeting his with that same look of wounded fury displayed when Legolas had revealed his status, a fathomless repugnance twisting the stern lips into an ugly, sneering scowl. "Elrond?"

"You CANNOT mean that," the disturbed father blurted out, shaking his head.

Legolas flushed crimson, realising what he'd revealed, and swallowed against a rising surge of shame. There was no use in denying it; what was said in the dream-state was incontrovertible. He sat up, self-consciously covering himself though all sign of arousal was gone. "You should not have asked what you did not wish to know."

"Don't attempt to turn this into an error on my part!" Elrond seethed, rising from the bed and pacing around the perimeter of the little hut. He stopped and pointing an accusing finger at his mate. "How can you desire that? It is wholly indecent, immoral, and an abomination of the bond we share."

Legolas felt every syllable as a physical blow and cringed; he had just proved all Erestor's nasty inferences and innuendoes true. He was depraved and dissolute, his desires sinful and filthy, his multiple bond iniquitous and dishonourable. He rose from the soft downy mattress and hastily dressed, unable to meet Elrond's scandalised visage.

"What are you doing?" demanded the Elven Lord. "You are not going anywhere until we've resolved this."

"There is nothing to resolve. You tricked me into revealing my darkest secrets and now you despise me. I will not stay." He dared to flash a swift, cutting glare at his mate as he tightened the straps of his quiver.

"Aye, blame me and run away, that is your method," spat Elrond, though Legolas' words shocked him back into reality. "What I did was wrong but much less so than what you crave." Aearen flinched again and a small, bereft mew left him, but Elrond could not hold back his wrath. "Where will you go, to them? Have you shared this fantasy with my sons?"

"No!" Legolas rounded on him, shaking he was so angry, his grip on the bow enough to crack it. "It is my fantasy and was meant to be shared with no one at all! You invaded my dreams and now you look at me this way, as if I am a…an Orc or less! You speak to me of blame and wrongs, forgetting I know everything, including what harm you are capable of inflicting, and still I have never tried to trespass on your hidden heart or ferret out your secret desires."

"There is nothing shameful or disgraceful secluded within my inner-most soul," countered Elrond, "look whenever you please as much as you please; interrogate me during Ôlpathu and you will discover nothing I would fear to express any other time."

"Liar!" shouted Legolas, unable to hold back the tears any longer, barely able to breathe anymore as the pain was too great. "I cannot believe I defended you against what they have done. Nasan! I take it back; you shall remember it now and bear it alone. Údobin lín faer gall, Elrond Peredhel."

So saying he stepped forward and lightly tapped his mate just between the aristocratic brows, braking the cloak of forgetfulness with which he had blanketed Elrond's memories. He watched in satisfaction as the Lord of Imladris recalled his humiliating collapse and the ensuing revelation of every fault and flaw his character possessed. Yet it did nothing to appease his sorrow and Legolas took no joy in seeing the confused and crushed expression that replaced the haughty anger. He unsheathed his dagger, sliced through the nearest woven wall, and ducked through the gaping tear.

Elrond cried out and staggered back as the memories flooded his mind. He clutched at his temples as a pounding headache ripped through his thoughts, for the protection his sylvan mate had granted covered the physical affects as well as the mental ones, and the drugs used to loosen his tongue were potent; their residual impact brutal. He ground his teeth and groaned, trying to come to grips with everything at once and failing. "Legolas!" he called, expecting no answer and receiving none. He dropped to his knees and whimpered, reeling under the weight of all that had happened. It was horrible and he wailed aloud for what he'd been made to admit and for what he'd just done to Aearen. Desperate to find him, Elrond crawled on hands and knees to the opening, trusting not his legs to hold him up, and thus came into the blinding light of early morning, weeping and crying for his beloved.

He did not go far before his vision locked upon a pair of low, suede boots he did not recognise and beside them a pair of slender, bare feet he knew thoroughly well. Carefully he raised his pounding head and met the implacably furious gaze of Elril, who had Legolas securely clasped in his arms. The Wood Elf was bawling like an elfling, his whole body racked with the violence of his sobs, head bowed against the ancient Elf's chest. Elrond was never so grateful to see Aearen, fearing he would never find him after such a traumatic fight, and smiled in relief at his uncle.

"Thank the Valar you have him," he whispered hoarsely, for the throbbing agony piercing his temples had grown worse in the face of the sun. Slowly he moved to stand and was shocked when the pressure of Elril's booted foot landed on his shoulder and forced him back on his knees.

"Do not dare to rise," hissed the venerable Elder. "It is fortunate for you that Rhûn'waew left you in my care, for her reaction to this would not be pleasant for you."

"Let me explain," begged Elrond, dropping his forehead to the dirt. "I only wanted to learn Legolas' true desires so to fulfil them; I never imagined he would want something so…" he was going to say 'unclean' but stopped himself in time, "…of that nature."

"I know what you wanted," snapped Elril, "yet as always you went about it all wrong. There is a reason for the taboo against conversing during Ôlpathu; this is not news for you. Tell me now, if you dare, the proper way to learn that which so intrigued you."

"Aye, you are right, I admit it was a terrible violation. I should have waited and asked Legolas when he was free of his dreams."

"Boe anim baded an Ada."

These fractured words were barely intelligible and were accompanied by an abrupt disappearance of the bare feet directly in Elrond's line of view. He raised his head, too quickly as it turned out, yet through his spinning vision he beheld Elril striding away, Legolas' limp frame borne within his arms. "No! Wait! He needs to be with me!" Frantically Elrond scrambled up onto wobbly legs, realising the truth in his own words, and attempted to follow. Aearen had needed Ôlpathu after the strenuous hunt, had needed to spend it with Elrond, had hoped to leave it at the moment of their combined orgasm. Instead he'd been dealt a wound his spirit was not strong enough to take, a treacherous wound that only Elrond could heal.

In vain the mighty Lord tracked them, hindered by his swimming vision that refused to hold the retreating figure in sight, loss of equilibrium that made him stagger and stumble and fall, a churning stomach that forced him to retch bitter vile and sour mead. Elrond was quickly left behind.

Somehow he made it to the interior of the Wood Elves' hidden enclave, finding Lindir suddenly beside him and Erestor hovering near. A crowd of sylvan and Sindarin folk ringed them, preventing him from passing through to the tall oak wherein his beloved lay failing in a talan high above his head. Everything was confused and everyone was shouting, himself included, for he was calling for Legolas repeatedly yet no answer came. Somehow Elladan and Elrohir turned up, their faces fierce and angry, their voices condemning him, their words like knives, shredding his heart and soul.

"He lost the child and is broken."

"He is dying and most likely Thranduil shall as well."

"You have made us sons of a kinslayer."

"We renounce you; may you rot in the Void alongside Melkor the Betrayer for all eternity."

They spat upon him but he didn't feel it, couldn't feel anything. With a horrendous shout of agony and despair Elrond sank to his knees as blackness swallowed up what was left of his spirit.

"No! Aearen!" Elrond screamed in terror, sitting up and grappling with the darkness, struggling to get free of whatever was so vigourously clutching at his legs. He made it to his feet but his knees buckled and he collapsed again onto the soft feather bed, weeping uncontrollably, pleading with the Valar to give back his beloved and their tiny babe. He heard voices and held his breath.

"See what you have done? Ai! He is broken! If he doesn't recover I shall never forgive you!"

"Do not speak to my wife with such impertinence! Apologise at once."

"I will not! Let me go to him, Nana."

It was Legolas' voice, no doubt about it at all, and Elrond's tears flowed freely, so overwhelmed was he in gratitude to hear it. Almost the next instant he was held close in a tight embrace, Aearen plastering his face with kisses, murmuring consoling words, sending forth the call from his soul loud and strong and clear. Elrond clung to him and wept, unable to speak, as lost in the relief as he had been drowned in sorrow and fear.

"Hush, beloved, it was but a dream and it is over," Legolas crooned, worried that Elrond could do nothing save repeat his name over and over. Never had he seen his mate like this; not even when he'd found him in the early stages of fading was his mind so distraught and his soul so encumbered. It must have been a truly horrendous nightmare. "Nín'ódhel? I am here with you; all is well."

"You are here? You are well? Tell me I have not harmed you, Legolas, tell me you are all right!" Elrond sat back and clasped him by the biceps, stopping just short of shaking him, peering helplessly into the blue eyes he so loved.

"Yes, I am well and you have done me no harm. Be at peace," Legolas smiled and leaned forward to seal their lips in a gentle kiss filled with comfort and as much love as he could transmit.

Elrond accepted the sweet supplication, finally allowing himself to believe his senses. Legolas was with him in the pavilion, in his arms, healthy and whole. He permitted a tentative smile to remould his features and cautiously let go of one arm in order to place his hand over the archer's middle, respiration suspended until he felt the firm little bump. Then all the air rushed from his lungs in a croaking laugh and he pulled Aearen close anew. "Tinu Mín!" he breathed out and buried his head in Legolas' lap to nuzzle against the hidden child.

"Aye, he became unsettled, for so was I, but his spirit is strong and he's already asleep again," Legolas assured, stroking the ebony hair spilled all over his thighs. "All you have endured was but a phantom; none of it was real. We are together and so shall we always be."

"Eglerio Varda," Elrond prayed in thanksgiving. "That was horrible. I dreamed that I did something so cruel that you lost our babe and perished." His voice broke in pronouncing the unthinkable words.

"Nae!" Legolas shuddered to hear this. "Do not give such thoughts the life of your breath!" Internally he swore vilely and came close to cursing his mother. It was uncalled for, this level of interference, and he wasn't sure he could forgive her after all. "Whatever we have yet to face, it is not in you to be cruel. Narrow-minded at times, occasionally thoughtless in word and deed, but that is far from cruelty as I define it."

There was mirth in this last statement and Elrond turned to behold Aearen's mischievous grin shining down on him. He heaved another deep sigh and made a pouty face that earned a lyrical giggle and a tug of his hair from Legolas. "Now you mock me," he complained in false dudgeon, "and after such a harrowing experience."

"Nay, I only hope to soothe you and lift your spirits. Come now, do you not feel better?" Legolas ran his fingers through the thick black hair until he felt an ear and this he gave a firm, quick tweak. A yelp and a shiver were his reward and Elrond sat up, his eyes bright with desire.

Yet not all his suffering was a fraud, for the potent herbs had indeed left their mark. Elrond stuttered out a curse and clutched his head against the hammers ringing therein, and the next instant jerked to his side away from Aearen, retching miserably all over the fine satin coverlet he'd flung to the floor in his frantic, flailing awakening. It was over quickly and he lay limp and panting, wanting more than anything to move away form the unsightly and vile smelling fluids, but found he hadn't the strength to struggle against the cacophonous pounding in his temples. Another groan left him as he felt the mattress rebound when Legolas rose. "Don't go, please," he whispered, reaching blindly for the Wood Elf.

"I'm not," Legolas answered and caught the hand, squeezing it tight before continuing his task, which was to drag the offensive counterpane out of the hut. When he returned he collected a basin and a ewer of water, cloths and a soft dry towel, carrying these to the bed. He proceeded to strip Elrond down and bathe him, for the Elven Lord stank of stale sweat, fear, and sour mead. Lovingly he tended his mate, eager to restore some semblance of his usual dignity. "Better?" he asked, running a seductive caress over the broad chest, pausing to tickle dark brown nipples that were already pebbly and hard.

"Much," purred Elrond, shifting around a bit in hopes of encouraging more of the same save somewhat lower. Legolas was not getting the message, however, though he was fairly certain his wishes were plain enough. He decided on a new tactic. "Not everything about the dream was bad," he began and as expected that garnered Legolas' attention right away. His questioning face, tense with both worry and desire, regarded him intently. "You were naked, too."

Legolas snorted. "I am always naked in your thoughts," he smirked, pouncing on his prone lover, straddling the unusually compliant virile form. He leaned low to nibble at an ear as he rocked atop the Elven Lord's rigid erection and whispered: "I know your secret wish."

Elrond startled, going suddenly still as he tightened his grip on Aearen's arms. "You do?"

"Aye." Legolas sat back, concerned over the anxiety in Nín'ódhel's voice. "If you could have your way, I would go unclothed all the time." He bent down and claimed the carmine lips. "I would always be ready for you, ever needy, hard and hot and wet." Low and husky the words wafted across the minute space between them, space just sufficient to permit him to focus on the Noldorin healer's eyes and judge his reaction. Legolas grinned, certain he'd spoken truth, and sampled the parting, panting lips again. Emboldened, he continued. "If you could have your most secret desire fulfilled, you would have me somewhere public so that all could see. Yes?"

Elrond was silent for a second, meeting the disconcertingly serious eyes behind the playful expression. Then he swallowed to make sure he could make his throat work. "Yes."

"But first, I think you would have me suck you, just to show your resilience and stamina, and how much I enjoy it." Legolas fisted the heavy organ and stroked the rigid flesh, never taking his eyes from Elrond's. "Then, you would tie me down, maybe on the stone table in the Council Hall, maybe with the full Council called and as many citizens as the stands could hold. There you would tease me, coaxing my cock into a tight, confining ring, attaching the clips to my ears, filling me with the garnets, using all our naughty toys."

"Is this my fantasy or yours?" Elrond whispered, nipping at Aearen's chin.

Legolas shrugged and silenced him with a few deft pumps of his wrist. "Once your attention reduced me to begging and pleading, then you would mount me and fuck me, first one hole and then the other, taking your time, refusing to let me come until you had done so at least twice more. And, you would have me scream." That produced the gasp he had hoped it would and Legolas claimed a blistering kiss, increasing his efforts to bring Elrond to completion. Abruptly he stopped, ending the searing oral entanglement and slithering down the Elven Lord's body, tasting, sampling, taking small bites that he soothed with an agile tongue, until he reached the excited penis. Without hesitation he enacted the first scene of the little play and brought his beloved Nín'ódhel to roaring climax. He settled beside Elrond, grinning with smug complacence. "Better now?"

"Imp!" laughed Elrond and snatched him close, wrestling him out of his clothes amid peals of laughter, and finally had Aearen naked beneath him, though he was breathing harder than he might have wished and wasn't sure he was ready for the next round just yet. "My turn now," he huffed and then stole a kiss, fast and frenzied as he hadn't air for more. "I know your secret fantasy, too."

"Oh?" Legolas' brows rode high. "Do you really think you can be quiet while we make love, beloved?"

"Ai! Lindi swarn!" Elrond set to tickling his mate in retaliation for this crude jest at his expense until he had Legolas in hysterics, gasping and pleading for mercy. At last he relented, for he was exhausted and found he could barely hold himself up. With a great gust of a breath he flopped next to Aearen and reached for his hand, settling his forehead against the sylvan's. "You surrender, then, Ernilen o Gladgalen?"

"Aye, Hiren o Noldor," answered Legolas cheekily and turned to plaster his body against Elrond's. "Seriously, though, Elril is about somewhere near. Truly you must strive to be quiet, Nín'ódhel brui." He tried hard, in response to the nonplussed expression on Elrond's face, to retain a dour caste to his features, and managed it for all of five seconds before spewing out a sputtery giggle and dropping his head against the muscular chest.

"Elbereth nin beria dan tawarwaith vrêg," Elrond grumbled with a skyward roll of his eyes, but he hugged Legolas and kissed the crown of his head. "Sui Eru nin henia, gerich nín ind a faer, si an uir bân."

Legolas lifted his face to his lover's, still and silent as if spell-bound, entranced by those words of devotion and love, that vow of the soul, a more binding oath than any ritual or rubric recited for the benefit of tradition and custom. "Ai, Elrond, hervenn, hervenn nín," he murmured, at a loss for a fitting response, knowing only one means to seal and sanctify such a heart-felt covenant. "Ertho mín faer." He leaned up for a kiss, offering his mouth openly, willingly; pulse quickening as Elrond claimed it with gentle passion, the strength of the emotion between them expanding until he felt his spirit might slip from his body and join entirely with the Elven Lord's. "Saes," he whispered, "make love to me, Nín'ódhel."

Elrond was beyond words and answered with his body, rolling atop Aearen, entering him with quiet urgency, advancing and retreating in the rhythm that best ensured Legolas' pleasure, his pace increasing as the inimitable sensation blossomed and set both their spirits singing, climbing toward crescendo, and all the while his lips tasted, his fingers pressed and caressed and stroked whatever expanse of Aearen's warm inviting flesh he could reach, subconsciously infusing every point of contact with the fullness of his love for Legolas. They achieved release together; their union more complete than any they had known, surpassing the joy of mutual satisfaction their coupling never failed to grant. They clung together afterward, sweaty and exhausted and absolutely overwhelmed, sharing kisses and lingering touches, gazing in wonderment upon one another. They fell into reverie like that, locked together, limbs entangled, content and at peace.

~ ~  Glossary  ~ ~

NOTE: I guess I wasn't finished with Elrond after all. miscanthus,I doubt this is exactly what you're hoping for, but I will get to the real reconciliation soon, I promise :) This goes in the extra or bonus scenes category, though it follows what we've just read, for the story continued on without reference to this episode. The last chapter forced Elrond to face his insecurities and confront his self-hatred, acknowledging these as the agents that generated his imperious, pompous, and bigoted attitudes. This chapter makes him deal with his darkest fears and the consequences of those attitudes. It is strange, I willingly admit, and I leave it to you to decide how much of this is Rhûn'waew's doing and how much of it is real, where the dream ends and reality begins. I'm blaming it on the full moon last night ;)

© 08/18/2008 Ellen Robey