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The Teacher	By : pip Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Thirty-four

Over the days that followed, this new phase of their relationship settled into easier, loving lines. More forgiving ones. There were a couple of intense encounters, like the one with the piercings, but Elrond found himself able to relax despite them.

His body had not forgotten Thranduil, and to be with him, to give him pleasure again felt almost like coming home. As it had been with Thranduil and Nimbrethil, so it was with them. They switched places, sometimes hour by hour, played with each other, silly things. Loving games. Elrond knew he felt joy. But much better, he saw Thranduil share in it, and that burden he had shouldered alone for so long? It began to fall away. Elrond could sense it.

When Celeborn arrived, Elrond at first wondered if he would feel resentful, but he didn't. He was happy actually to while away the days by himself, exploring the caves and the magnificent halls all over again. Thranduil's palace really was breathtaking. It was Thranduil's in every sense. Even though the elves of Amon Lanc had moved here with Oropher, Thranduil had been the one to have this idea, and he had made it a reality. It seemed as if every line had been designed to his specification. Noble, sweeping, arrogant. Oh, yes, it was him, completely.

Elrond spent time in the library, and made a mental list of volumes that he was sure Thranduil would find it useful to have around. He would have copies made and sent when he returned to Imladris.

Often, he went walking in the woods. There were no spiders within the woods close to the palace, and the forest was a cool green version of paradise, even during the hottest days, filled with wild flowers and humming bumble bees. It saddened him a little to realise he couldn't remember the places where he and Oropher had played. Where they had slept. But it was still calming. To retreat and spend his nights in the cooler temperature of the palace was perfect, while the days continued to be hot, melting into each other until it seemed that something must break, and one day as Elrond walked slowly beneath the trees, he noticed some dark clouds rolling in. They had not covered the sun yet, but he decided that it might be be better if he returned and spent some time indoors.

“To imagine that I should find such as you wandering idly in our woods,” said a voice behind him, hands sliding around his waist. Elrond smiled.

“Legolas, mae govannen,” he said happily. Legolas had been back out with one of the border patrols after a couple of days rest. Now it seemed that he had finally returned.

“I thought you would never venture out of my father's rooms, einior,” Legolas said with amusement, teasing, embracing him fully now. “Come with me, I have something to show you!” And he pulled on Elrond's hand, feet flitting lightly over the forest floor as Elrond struggled to gather his long robes and laughed, forced to follow.

“Legolas! I am not dressed for running with you,” he pleaded, protesting, but it was no use.

After some minutes of running through the trees, Legolas finally stopped, and Elrond let the gathered folds of his robes fall back to their full length, looking around himself at the small grassy clearing, dotted with daisies and buttercups. The rain clouds finally passed over the sun, and the very air seemed to darken, but it was still sinfully warm and close.

“What is it?” Elrond asked, feeling playful, still turning in a circle, trying to see something different in the trees, or in the undergrowth. “Why did you drag me so quickly all this way? What do you wish me to see?”

Legolas tilted his head a little. “Have you been here before?”

“Legolas, I do not know this part of the wood,” Elrond said, and then he thought he knew what Legolas was doing. “I assure you I am quite lost,” he added with an indulgent smile.

“Good. There are no patrols here, no others,” Legolas said, lowering his head to look at Elrond from under his eyelashes. “This is private.”

“I see,” Elrond said as Legolas came close to him, surprised at the intensity of the desire he suddenly felt. It was as if he'd been saving himself up during the past handful of days he'd spent alone.

“But,” he said, reaching out to hook a finger around the Prince's waistband and pulling him forward, feeling rather wicked. “If I seduce you here, and make you forget everything, who will lead us back then?”

Suddenly, Legolas laughed, just as Elrond was about to kiss him. “Oh!” he said. “You will seduce me, will you?”

“Oh, yes,” Elrond confirmed, not put off at all, nuzzling his face into Legolas' neck. Truly, he felt like he needed this. While Legolas had been with Thranduil in Imladris for the meeting, and had travelled with them here, they had not known each other intimately. It had been far too long.

Legolas had given up laughing, and now he was breathing rapidly, almost moaning as Elrond's hand hand curled around his neck, thumb rubbing in circles over his pulse while he traced the shape of Legolas' ear with his tongue. “Peredhil, please...” he sighed, pressing his body closer.

Without much thought, Elrond let his other hand drift down from Legolas' waistband, rubbing the back of his fingers over the slight bulge in his leggings, feeling it harden and lengthen beneath his insistent caress as Legolas' breath kept catching, his arms around Elrond now in a wordless plea for more.

“I think,” Elrond whispered, “you should lay down all of your weapons and surrender to me, taur-uin-cunneth. Then I shall see about discovering every single one of your secrets.”

Legolas moaned and then immediately let Elrond go, stepping back to shrug his bow and quiver from his shoulder. He laid them on the ground and then withdrew his fighting knives from the crossed sheath on his back, laying those down too. To Elrond, watching, it was almost as erotic as seeing Legolas undress. Almost.

He joined in at that point, and the sun came upon them then for a brief period, shining its magnificence on Legolas' hair and skin. By the time they were both naked, Elrond was so hard and aroused he was surprised he didn't just throw Legolas to the ground and claim him.

Instead, his hand almost fumbling, he searched the quiver of arrows for a secret pocket he knew it must contain, and came away with a tiny bottle of wood oil Legolas carried for his bow. The sun had gone behind the clouds again, and Legolas looked so mysterious in the sudden darkness that Elrond pulled him close for another kiss, the bottle of oil falling out of his fingers into the grass as he moulded his hands around Legolas' buttocks, squeezing lightly. The first heavy drops of rain began to fall, but Elrond didn't even notice.

Legolas' arms were on his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as Elrond left a trail of kisses over the archer's jaw and down to his neck. With his head thrown back, Legolas gasped as Elrond bit him there lightly. At last he registered the rain, falling warm and heavy into his hair, beating upon their skin in the middle of the wood.

It had come on so suddenly, so heavily, like his desire, and it tapped out an insistent drumming against the broad leaves of the trees around them as they tumbled to the ground together, tasting each other and the rain with every kiss.

Legolas' skin was wet beneath his touch, and it felt good, almost primal. Elrond licked it from Legolas' ribs in a kind of worship. It made every inch of him taste pure and sweet. Somehow he found the oil again, buried in the long grass they lay upon, and he prepared Legolas while the rain sparkled in his hair and eyelashes.

Heavier now, and they were at least somewhat protected by the boughs of the ancient trees as it continued to fall, splashing onto leaves already full of water. It was so loud around them that it almost competed with Legolas' pleading as he begged Elrond to do it, do it now.

It felt so good inside him! Elrond stayed still for a just a second, as if he had found shelter from the sudden storm, and then he began to move, leaning upwards so that he could wrap his fingers around Legolas at the same time and work his erection in the same rhythm as his thrusts.

The younger elf's body arched towards him, the rain falling on his soaked skin and running off almost as quickly. His nipples were puckered and erect, a pale pink colour so that Elrond occasionally had to lean forward to kiss them as Legolas moaned.

Legolas was urging him on then, his knees raised up to his chest, while his hands reached around the back of Elrond to urge him faster, deeper. Elrond stared at him, oblivious to the rain now as he watched Legolas getting closer, rocking inside him to tease it out.

Suddenly, Legolas couldn't keep the eye contact any more and his head dropped back into the grass, wrenching away at an angle as his mouth opened in a silent groan of release. Elrond held back, keeping the forward motions of his body consistent even while Legolas' passage squeezed him over and over, wanting Legolas to take as much pleasure from this as him. At last he gave in, and he wasn't sure what rhythm his body obeyed, but it was timeless.

Instead of letting his weight fall onto Legolas, Elrond moved to the side, rolling over to rest on his back in the grass. The rain had stopped, but it hadn't broken the heat at all. It was still hot. The grass around them steamed slightly as the sun returned.

Elrond let his head rest on the damp grass and looked up at the sky beyond the trees, blue again with wisps of fast moving white cloud. It had passed, and although the heat had not gone with it, the world still seemed fresher somehow. Cleaner. He breathed in deeply, completely satisfied.

It was only now, laid here on the ground, that Elrond recognised where he was. Maybe there was something about the shape of the trees as he looked up, or maybe not. Everything changed, everything aged except them.

“There used to be a shelter in this place once,” Elrond said quietly, and pointed up. “Do you see, there, the bough of that tree?”

Legolas nodded, but didn't say anything.

“It was there,” Elrond said with a loving smile. “I am certain of it.”

It used to be one of the tallest trees, but the others had outgrown it. Now, instead, it was one of the oldest.

As he laid there with Legolas, with Thranduil back in the palace, safe with Celeborn, Elrond realised that he had outgrown it too, and the revelation made his soul ache for Oropher. It made him sit up a little, resting his chin on his hand to look down at Legolas, his other arm draped over the blond elf's waist and he sighed, not quite unhappy.

“You knew all along, didn't you?” he asked, and Legolas smiled.

“Do I really look like him?” he asked, having never known his grandfather.

“Yes, you do. Very much so,” Elrond said simply, and dipped his head suddenly to kiss Legolas on the lips. When he drew back, it was still Legolas resting with him. The opportunity to indulge in illusions had passed away many centuries ago.

“Ada kept that little flet for hundreds of years. He had it maintained even when this area changed. It used to be residential once.” Legolas stopped and smiled in apology. “Well, I suppose you'd know. Even after naneth went missing, he didn't abandon it altogether. But then he let it go eventually, and he stopped walking these paths. It fell to the ground after some time, maybe seventy years later. I still come here sometimes. I don't know why.”

It hurt to hear Legolas describe Thranduil's grief, for that is what it was.

“I asked him about it once, and I shall never forget what he said.” Legolas stopped speaking with a little gasp, as if aware he had said too much.

Oropher will never come back here, Elrond thought soberly.

“What did he say?”

Legolas shook his head. “It's not important,” he said, and buried his face in Elrond's hair. Elrond pushed him back, wanting to know. Curious, despite the lingering nostalgia.

“What? Tell me, Legolas,” he said, and maybe there was something in his tone, because Legolas' eyes shone with tears, and he shook his head again, but he said it even so, as if it was impossible to refuse to speak.

“He said: Elrond will never come back here.” His heart contracted painfully, and he closed his eyes.

“Celebmîr nín, forgive me,” he said softly, in regret, to himself. “You utter fool.”

“I am sorry,” Legolas said quickly, and Elrond pulled him close to comfort him.

“No. Those words were meant for me, not for you. Do not trouble yourself.”

After a small amount of time, they dressed in their damp things and walked slowly back to the palace. It was so hot their clothes were dry on them before they got back. Elrond allowed Legolas to lead him somewhere new, to his own rooms. And at some point in the evening over a bath, and dinner, and Legolas, Elrond let the new sadness go. Sometimes, it was easier that way.

To be continued...

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Translations:

mae govannen - well met

einior - elder

Peredhil - half-elf

taur-uin-cunneth - young prince of the wood

Ada - father

flet - house

naneth - mother

Celebmîr nín - my silver treasure
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