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Sapphire Eyes
Thranduil glanced at his love
“Genderel, place him in the guest wing until he settles some” Boromir followed
the adviser, then stood dumbstruck when ushered into a large chamber “Something
amiss?” “Nay my lord it…it is just such a grand chamber” “Well, you will need a
large space until you find your direction here” “So where is my brothers room”
“The shadow Faramir shares the princes bed chamber…he does have a privet room
of his own, but is rarely there” Boromir nodded “My lord, do you know the
prince well?”
Genderel smiled “He is my son,
so yes, I think I know him well” Boromir frowned confused “I’m sorry, I
thought…” The adviser held up his hand “Yes he is the kings son…I am king
Thranduils mate, I have been since the prince was a small elfling…so he
considers me his other father…what did you want to know about Legolas?” “Please
do not be offended by my question…I am just worried” “Very well, ask”
Boromir took a deep breath
“Is…is the prince…gentle with Faramir?” “Actually, we were all hopeing that
Faramir was gentle with Legolas” Boromir looked confused “You mean to tell me
that my brother is the…err…” Genderel chuckled “Dominant one? Yes, so far he
seems to be…but I am sure in time, that they will even out a bit…right now the
prince is still…learning shall we say”
Boromir shook his head “Wait…do
mean to tell me that…that Faramir was his…” Genderel nodded “First…yes. The
prince was very sheltered, he had only kissed two others before your brother”
Boromir stood in shock “My brother…deflowered…the prince of Mirkwood…I am
shocked the king has not beheaded us both”
Genderel sighed “King Thranduil
is rather fond of Faramir…as am I…refresh yourself, you may wander about if you
wish, Glorfindel will be with myself and the king until evening meal...Erestor,
I’m sure, has made himself comfortable in our library. Boromir gave a polite
bow “Thank you for your kindness my lor…” Genderel turned “I am not a lord…my
title is Chief Adviser” Genderel the walked to the door and smiled “Welcome to
Mirkwood adan Boromir”
Nenuial leaned against one of
the bookshelves in the library, silently watching as Erestor slowly drew his
glass of tea to his lips…blew…cautiously sipped and placed it back down, having
never taken his eyes off the book he was reading. Nenuial tilted his head and
licked his lips as he released a low growl. Erestor’s gaze shot up and darted
about the room “Hello?” then thought ‘Ai calm down you old fool…the dam
caves are just echoing’ after a few moments, the shy adviser blinked and
returned to his reading.
Genderel entered Thranduils
study and accepted a glass of wine from Glorfindel “How is Boromir?” The
adviser smirked “Mmm…out of his element” Thranduil patted the space next to him
and Genderel sat down. Glorfindel chuckled “So…Thran, I must say, you were
impressively ominous while questioning Boromir when we arrived…you were so
calm…you even gave me a chill…well done”
Thranduil sat straight and
feigned a theatrical bow “Hannon le, I must admit…it was fun…edain are
so easy” Genderel leaned back and smiled “I thought for sure that he was going
to wet himself. I do feel sorry for him though…he had thought that he would be
living in Rohan among other edain…not in Mirkwood, surrounded by wood-elves”
Glorfindel let out a long sigh “Well, Faramir I can see doing well here…he has
the prince, but how do you think Boromir will fare…in the long term” Thranduil
nodded “I will make sure that he finds his true direction”
Boromir slowly stepped into the
hall outside his chamber, took a deep breath, turned, and began to explore his
new surroundings. After a time, he stopped dead in his tracks, looked back,
then forward again, hung his head and mumbled “Urgh…I am beyond lost”
A short time later, he saw a
figure pass by the end of the corridor and yelled out “Elf!” The young warrior
reappeared out of curiosity, he had never been addressed so rudely and wondered
who would do so. Havening been one of the guards who escorted him from the
border when he arrived, the young elf sighed when he recognized the adan. When
Boromir slowly approached, the young warrior noticed the long expression on the
mans face “Nar le vanwa?” Boromir groaned “Westron…you…speak…westron?” The
warrior shook his head “Westron al”
Boromir let out a long sigh and
looked around, then suddenly had is bicep grabbed and tugged on. The adan
followed, and a short time later, was led thru a wood door into a large
kitchen. The warrior released his arm and yelled forth “Meoen…Vanwa adan!”
Boromir noticed a very fair elleth slowly approach and look to the warrior “Men
hi?”
The warrior gestured “I Ath
Faramir’s iar gwadar Boromir…I adan na vanwa” the elleth politely nodded “Mae
govannen Boromir” then shooed the warrior away. As he left, she turned back and
smiled “My name is Meoen and this is my kitchen” Boromir gave a big smile
“Bless the gods you speak westron” “Yes…some, you come now, I will feed your
angry belly” the adan laughed as his stomach growled “Thank you”
Meoen grabbed him and pulled
him to the table, then shooed her helpers out of the kitchen as she prepared a
trey. “Havo dad…err…sit down Boromir” A few minutes later she sat down on the
other side of the table and pushed the try over “Medi si…err…eat now” Boromir
tore off a leg and moaned as he took a bite “You like?” The adan nodded “I must
say my lady, you are the finest cook” Meoen blushed “Nay, tis just your belly
speaking”
Boromir shook his head “It is
true, I have never sampled a bird that tasted better…though I must admit, I am
a bit at unease being alone with you” Meoen frowned “Why ever so” Boromir
popped a potato into his mouth and took a swig of fresh water “Well, you are
quite a fair maiden…would not your parents, or perhaps your husband
disapprove?”
Meoen nearly fell from her
chair with laughter “Oh you are precious, my young adan friend…my
parents sailed to the undying lands long before you were even born…and
as for my mate and son…they perished long ago from the evil that roams these
woods. But I must say, thank you for calling me a maiden, I have not been
addressed so for some time…I am older than the king”
Boromir blinked in shock “I
fear that I will have a hard time discerning the ages of those around me…tell
me…how old is the prince, he seems to be concerned over greatly, is it because
of his blindness?” Meoen smiled “Partly, Legolas is the only child sired by
king Thranduil…and of course, he has not reached his majority yet” Boromir
blanched and let out a concerned groan “You…you mean he is still considered
a…child? My brother is bedding an under aged…”
Meoen reached and took
Boromir’s hand and patted the top “Oh dear…now now…calm yourself now, it is not
as bad as you think…50 years is our majority…in one months time, the prince
will be 49…so no, he is not a child, by your standards, he would be considered
a…young adult? Or something like that…he still needs his fathers permission to
engage in intimate activities…though not common, his behavior is acceptable at
his age…if he was any younger though…his father would never have taken him from
Mirkwood in the first place”
Boromir let out a deep sigh “I
am glad to here that” Meoen removed the tray “So tell me adan, do you prefer
pies, cakes or tarts” Boromir smiled “I like all three actually” The elleth
giggled and placed one of each before the man “Enjoy then”
Legolas drew his right hand up
to the headboard for support and his left held him up, he dropped his head down
and moaned loudly as Faramir tightened his grip on his hips while he drove
himself deeper with every thrust “Mmmaster” “Ahh…Ath…nai…m…more…saes!”
“I…cant…not yet…master…you’ll tear” Faramir reached forward and placed his hand
on the princes chest and slowly drew him to an upright position, now that
Legolas was practically sitting on his lap, Faramir reached around his other
hand and slowly stroked the prince in time with his thrusts.
Legolas flopped his head back
and rested it on the adans shoulder “Ahh…Ahh…n…nai…I like…this way…Ath” Faramir
smiled as Legolas spilt his seed over his hand and whispered “So do I” as he
reached his release within the prince. Faramir slowly returned the prince to
lying on his stomach, and Legolas let out a soft whimper as the adan slowly let
his softening length slip out “Ooo, sorry master…are you hurt?” Legolas shook
his head “Nay Ath-nin”
Faramir gently stroked the
princes back, hips and thighs “Stay like this master…Aldamir gave us that
salve” Legolas moaned blissfully “I could not move even if I wanted to…I have
no bones to support me” Faramir smiled as he applied the ointment “I dare say
that was a fine complement”
Faramir laid down and cuddled
the prince “Are you still concerned that I may leave?” Legolas nuzzled his
chest “I am sorry Faramir, I should not have acted that way, you of course are
free to go when you wish…I truly have no right to stop you. It is just
that…ever since I was small, I have had this fear…that I would never find
someone comfortable with the way I am”
Faramir sighed “Unfortunately
master, someday I will leave…I am mortal…I will die at some point”
Legolas smiled sadly “I know…I am very glad I met you now…while you are young,
that way we have some time…now, no more of this melancholy…I need to find my
bones…Adar will be expecting us for evening meal and I am sure you wish to see
your brother again” The young adan sighed “That I do…I have missed him greatly”
“Well I for one, am looking forward to getting to know him…I hope he fares well
here in Mirkwood”
As Legolas and Faramir entered
the dining hall, Thranduil called them over “Legolas, Faramir come here” “What
is the matter Adar” Meoen sniffled “It is all my fault…after I fed the adan…who
by the way, was very charming…he went to explore the palace, when he was
brought to my kitchen earlier, he had been lost…I never should have let him go
unaided” Faramir smiled “Oh come now Meoen, my brother is a fine soldier, if he
is lost, he will do what he taught me…stay in one place until he is found”
Legolas chuckled “Meoen, did he
leave by the servants door or the main hallway” “The main hall” Legolas
shrugged “I will go and find him…it should not be to hard, after all, he
smells” Faramir choked “Master!” “Well he does…so did you when I first met
you…but staying with me, you take a bath every day…you brother does
not…therefore he smells…strongly…I meant no insult”
Faramir looked to the other elves
“Do we really smell?” Everyone smiled but Erestor spoke “Nai…edain smell
foul…it is probably due to your hair…keeping the sweat fresh…though you have
improved greatly” Nenuial snorted, earning a slight smile from the shy adviser.
Legolas sighed “I will go and
find your brother” Nenuial stepped forward “I will come with you ernil-nin”
“Nay, you will not…I will find him faster if I am alone…besides, would you not
rather stay here and visit with chief adviser Erestor?” The adviser shot a
surprised look to the warrior “Me? Why…” The prince smirked “Every time Nenuial
is around you his scent changes slightly, so does his breathing. I will return
shortly”
As he left, Erestor stole a
glance at the red elf and noted a slight blush, then slowly walked to the fire
and silently sat down. Glorfindel winked at the group and nodded toward Nenuial
as he made a beeline to the wine table “Well I knew he was interested in
someone…but Erestor?” Thranduil joined the warrior as everyone took seats by
the fire until the prince returned. “Nenu…is it true? What ion-nin said…you are
interested in Erestor?”
Nenuial swallowed hard “Drop it
Thran it matters not” “Iar mellon, it does matters…I have not seen you
interested in anyone before…I know that you have been with none since your mate
perished…granted your bond was arranged…but…” “Thran daro…saes” “Nay, I will
not…you are my friend first…and if that stuffy, uptight bookworm has caught
your eye, then I will help. I have known him a long time…here, give him a glass
of this, it is his favorite, that’s a start”
As they returned to the group,
Thranduil handed Glorfindel a bottle “What, I get no glass?” Thranduil rolled
his eyes “Like you would use one?” The seneschal shrugged as he took a swig
“True”. The king offered everyone a glass, then sat quickly. Nenuial offered
Erestor the wine, then noticed that everyone conveniently took up all the free
spaces, save the one next to Erestor on the setae. Nenuial gestured to the
space “Do you mind?” Erestor lightly blushed “Nay…saes”
Legolas sniffed for Boromir’s
scent ‘Mmm…getting closer’…“Boromir?” A few hallways later, the adans
scent was strong “Boromir?” “Yes! I am here! Where are you, I can not see a dam
thing, this corridor is as dark as a tomb!” The adan suddenly felt a hand touch
his chest and grabbed for the elf. Legolas felt slightly nervous “Release me
Boromir”
The man complied instantly “I
am sorry, it is just so…dark here, it makes me uneasy” “Give me your hand and I
will take you to the dining hall, Meoen will be happy I found you…she is
completely beside herself with worry” “Aye, she is beyond fair and quite
pleasant to be around” “Fair you say? I would not know” “Truly? I take it you
have never met her then…but I am sorry, you know my name, but I know not
yours…who do I have to thank for finding me”
Legolas giggled “Silly adan, it
is I, Legolas” Boromir laughed “Well that actually makes sense, I wondered how
you found me in the dark” “Well…it is always dark for me” Boromir chuckled and
cleared his throat “Ahh…there is light now” Legolas released his had and they
walked slowly “You will learn your way around in time Boromir” As they walked,
Legolas heard the adan sigh “Boromir, I know you have questions you wish to ask
me…if we are to be friends, you must be open with me and ask without fear”
Boromir took a deep breath
“Alright, but the same goes for you” “Agreed” The man watched as the prince
effortlessly maneuvered himself thru the hallway “Were you born blind? I mean,
how did it happen, I thought things like that did not happen to your kind”
“Yes, I was born this way, my Naneth…err…mother, was attacked and I was
delivered from her lifeless body. The healers know not why I am sightless
though…elves usually heal, yet I do not…My turn…what…what kind of men did your
father…force upon Ath-nin?”
Boromir took a deep breath, he
knew something like this would be asked, but he did not expect it to be the
first question “Mostly…Nobles and there entourage…and there soldiers…Gondor's
soldiers were very fond of Faramir and often spoke to the visiting ones to be
gentle with him, most understood and declined to take my brother…but some…some
were…very brutal”
Boromir stopped and Legolas
could hear him trying to control his angry breathing “I had to get him
away from that…I made friend with one of the Rohirem, he swore he would help
Faramir make a new start…I am sure you can understand my worry when I found out
that he was bound to serves you, and that you were engaging in…in…”
Legolas drew up close to the
adans face and bit thru his teeth “Now listen to me adan…Faramir does not
serves me, he is not my slave, he is not my pet and he is not
my personal courtesan…I have tried time and again to get him to cease calling
me master, it annoys me to no end…I say ‘stop calling me that’ and he responds
with ‘yes master’…it is most frustrating, I will be honest with you though…I
have great affection for your brother, and we have grown very close. He
initiated things to our friendship that I never thought I would
experience…I…you do not understand what it is like to think you will forever be
alone…” Legolas dropped and shook his head “Please…do not take him away”
Boromir placed his hand on the
prince’s shoulder and gave a slight squeeze “Everything you just said, I felt
and know it to be true. I had no real intention of thieving my brother
in the night…I know Faramir, he is truly happy with you prince Legolas” Legolas
let out a relieved sigh “Let us get back, Adar will only wait so long” “Agreed,
perhaps you, I and Faramir could continue this chat, say over a pint of ale?”
Legolas crinkled his nose “Eww…nay, you may have ale…I
will have wine” “You drink wine? I thought you were still considered to young”
Legolas raised his brow “Yet you offer me conversation over ale? Though I
prefer tea, I do drink wine from time to time” “And your father approves?” The
prince smirked “Who says he knows” Both broke out laughing as they made there
way to the dining hall.
TBC……………………..
Translations:
Nar le vanwa-------------Are
you lost?
Westron al----------------Westron
no
Vanwa adan--------------Lost
man
Men hi--------------------Who’s
this
Medi si--------------------Eat
now
Havo dad-----------------Sit
down
Ernil-nin-------------------My
prince
Iar Mellon-----------------Old
friend
Elleth----------------------Female
elf
I Ath Faramir’s iar gwadar Boromir,
I adan na vanwa----The shadow Faramir’s older brother Boromir, the adan is
lost.
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