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Elves Gone Wild

Chapter Title: Someday My Prince Will Come

Author of this chapter: TICS

Rated: This chapter is a hard "R"

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Someday My Prince Will Come

Legolas sat on the edge of his bed, still morose and upset because his father would not allow him to attend the festivities in Lorien. He did not want to eat, rarely slept, spent most of his days in a blue funk staring at the walls, and Galion was worried for him.

"Legolas�eat something. Pushing your food around on your plate will not get it into your mouth or your stomach," he chided, looking down at the nearly untouched plate of food set off to the side of the bed on a table.

"I am not hungry, Galion."

"You haven't eaten enough in a handful of days to fill a bird's stomach, Legolas. You grow thin�look! Your bones are peeking through your skin!"

"I am fine, Galion. You worry worse than a Nana, did you know that?" Legolas replied grumpily, but his eyes spoke of his fondness for his father's faithful butler.

"He means well, Legolas. He seeks only to protect you�"

"How long will he continue to protect me, Galion? Will I never taste of life or love? I am past my majority and yet am ordered to stay behind like an Elfling."

"Aye, perhaps he has been a bit too overprotective, but he knows you, Legolas�he worries that you will lose your heart as well as your innocence; that you would not be able to separate sex and love."

"He forgets one thing, Galion�I may be innocent in the ways of love but I am far from stupid!" Legolas growled, standing and stalking across the room, his hands behind his back. Galion could not help but smile at the picture he made�his posture so like his father's that they could have been twins.

"You are correct again, Legolas�you are not stupid. But then again, the affairs of the heart rarely take intelligence into consideration�even the most wise Elf can fall prey to a broken heart."

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. When bid to enter, a young Elf poked his head into the Prince's chambers. "Your Highness, a messenger from Lothlorien is asking to see you."

"From Lorien? For me?" Legolas repeated, paling visibly. "Is everything all right? Has something happened to Adar?"

"I know not, Your Highness�I only bring word that the messenger has arrived - I know not of the message he bears," the young Elf replied, looking distraught as Legolas nearly knocked him over as he pushed past him and ran down the stairs to the Great Hall.

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"I am R�mil, Your Highness. I have been sent by�"

"Has something happened to my Adar? The others in his party�do they fare well? What has happened? Was it an Orc attack? Tell me!" Legolas demanded, interrupted the silver-haired messenger in his panic.

R�mil took a step back from the wild-eyed younger Elf, putting both hands up in front of him as if to ward Legolas off. "Rest easy, Your Highness�'tis good news I bear! Your Adar and his party are fine and are enjoying the celebration�"

Legolas was so relieved that he felt as if his knees had turned to jelly. He wobbled a bit on his feet, sinking slowly down to sit on the nearest chair, running his hands over his face. "Great Eru, I was so worried!" He uncovered his eyes and, looking at the shocked messenger, was embarrassed by his reaction. "My apologies, er� R�mil, is it? I was worried that something had happened�"

"No need to explain, Your Highness�I would have felt the same if it were one of my brothers gone on a journey. Would you care to hear the message now?" R�mil smiled, noticing now how absolutely exquisite Legolas was. "Haldir did not exaggerate," he thought to himself, "and I've no idea of how I am supposed to keep my hands to myself as we journey to Lorien. Though keep them to myself I had better, else risk them being detached from my person by Thranduil!"

"Yes, please�tell me what message brings you all the way from Lorien," Legolas answered, curious now that he knew his loved ones were healthy.

"Your Adar wishes you to come to Lorien as soon as possible, Your Highness," R�mil said, trying to keep his face expressionless as Legolas gifted him with a smile that nearly took his breath away. "I will not survive this journey," R�mil thought to himself. "I will have to run myself through with my sword to keep from throwing myself at him�I just know it."

Legolas jumped up, as excited as an Elfling on his Begetting Day. Galion, looking down from the landing of the stairs, smiled for this was the most animated he had seen the Prince since his Adar had left Mirkwood for Lorien.

Glancing up, Legolas grinned and shouted, "Galion! I'm to go to Lorien immediately!"

"Excellent, Your Highness�I shall pack your things forthwith," Galion replied, still smiling as he went off to do just that.

"R�mil, forgive me�you have traveled far and I have not done so much as offer you the hospitality of the Caverns! I am a most ungracious host�please, on behalf of my Adar, King Thranduil I welcome you to Mirkwood. What is ours is yours, cousin," he said, still smiling as he formally welcomed the messenger to his father's realm.

"I am most grateful, Your Highness," R�mil replied, giving Legolas a small bow and touching his hand to his heart.

"My name is Legolas, and I would be pleased if you would address me as such, R�mil�especially if we are to be travelling together."

"As you wish, Legolas."

"Are you hungry, R�mil? Would you care to join me in a meal?" Legolas offered kindly, knowing that R�mil must be feeling hunger pangs after his journey, although if it were up to Legolas he would have grabbed his things from Galion and set off for Lorien immediately.

"Aye, Legolas�I would be grateful."

Legolas nodded, then led R�mil toward the kitchens. He hoped the messenger from Lorien would chew quickly so that they might be off as soon as possible. Perhaps the cook would have some soup available. Soup wouldn't require any chewing at all.

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Legolas and R�mil rode from sun-up to sundown, stopping only when nature insisted they stop, and for a quick meal. Legolas was impatient even with those short breaks. He would have been content with a bite of lembas and peeing from horseback if he hadn't thought R�mil would think him an Elfling for being so eager to arrive in Lothlorien. Even so, he was usually finished well before the Galadhrim, bouncing on his heels and trying to look as though he wasn't impatient for R�mil to hurry and finish and mount up again. Their night stops were nearly intolerable for Legolas, and if it weren't for his concern for the horses he would have insisted that they keep going all night as well.

R�mil was amused by the younger Elf's eagerness, reminding himself of his own excitement of attending his first Celebration. He remembered the first time he had not been sent away with the rest of the Elflings�he had grinned so widely that Haldir had teased him about his face cracking in half and falling off his head.

They had already spent several days on the trail, discussing mostly mundane topics of conversation�the weather, trade agreements between Lorien and Mirkwood, differences in the archers' bows of the two Elven realms. Personally, R�mil was happy that Legolas continued to push them ever onward�it gave R�mil less time and opportunity to consider acting on the lascivious thoughts that were nearly always running through the Lorien Elf's mind.

During one stop, R�mil had been sitting with his back against a tree, resting with his legs stretched out before him, nibbling on a piece of fruit. Legolas, as impatient as ever but trying very hard not to let R�mil know it, had forced himself to stop bouncing about as he usually did and had lowered himself to sit down close to R�mil. Their thighs had touched sending a jolt of electricity directly to R�mil's groin. The Lorien Elf had jumped up as though Legolas had bit him, spinning around to hide the growing evidence of his desire from the younger Elf's eyes.

"R�mil? Is something wrong?" Legolas had asked, surprised and worried at his new friend's sudden inexplicable departure from his side.

"No�no�er�something bit me," R�mil had answered in an odd, slightly strangled voice.

"Something bit you? An insect? Was it a spider, R�mil? I know a great deal about spiders�perhaps it might be best for you to let me examine it," Legolas had offered, concerned.

"NO!" R�mil had nearly shouted, then, gaining control of himself once more said much more pleasantly, "It is nothing, Legolas�truly. Just an ant bite most likely. Nothing to be concerned over�come�daylight is wasting - we should ride." The lie was bitter on R�mil's tongue because there was nothing he wanted more than for Legolas to examine him�examine him, touch him, lick him� He nearly raced to seat himself on his horse, hoping that his bulging erection would not be noticeable to the young Prince. R�mil vowed to himself that when they arrived in Caras Galadhon he would vault from horseback directly into the nearest available Elf to relieve his throbbing erection - made only worse by the jostling of riding and the proximity of the fair Prince.

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"We should arrive at the borders tomorrow, Legolas," R�mil told the Prince, who beamed a smile back at him that nearly melted R�mil in his saddle.

"R�mil, we have been riding hard for several days now�I am sorely in need of a bath. I would rather not look like an Orc upon my arrival in your fair city. Is there a stream or pond somewhere nearby?" Legolas asked, fingering a rather oily lock of hair.

R�mil nearly choked on the water he had been drinking from his canteen. "You would not look like an Orc if you wallowed in mud for a week, Legolas," he replied, smiling a bit at the blush that crept across the young Prince's cheeks.

"You are most kind, R�mil, but I still desperately crave a bath."

Resigning himself to the fact that the Valar most likely hated him, R�mil nodded. "The banks of the Anduin are not far from here. We will stop there for the night and cross it in the morning, reaching the Golden Wood soon after," he said, privately thinking that having Legolas naked and wet would be a severe test of his self-control.

Toward evening, just as Anor's rays began to paint the sky with bright streaks of red, R�mil led Legolas toward the banks of the river. They heard the gurgling of the waters long before they saw them and made a quick camp near the banks. Legolas at once pulled vials of soaps and oils from his haversack, offering their use to R�mil.

"Perhaps in a while, Legolas�I prefer to rest a short while before bathing," R�mil said, rather lamely. He had no intention of being anywhere near Legolas without his leggings firmly in place.

"As you wish, R�mil," Legolas replied, shrugging his broad shoulders. He couldn't understand why R�mil was being so hesitant to bathe�most Elves, if not all Elves Legolas was acquainted with would choose bathing before breathing if the choice came down to it. He gathered his supplies and ran lightly down to the banks of the river.

R�mil, for his part, lay down upon the ground, stretching out to his full length, his head resting on his haversack. He spent the time repeatedly striking himself on the forehead with the heel of his hand, hoping against hope that he could knock himself unconscious so that he would not need to deal with the images of an oiled and naked Legolas that kept popping up in his mind's eye.

Legolas returned a short while later dressed in a clean tunic and leggings, much to R�mil's relief. He sat near R�mil, pulling tangles out of his wet hair with a comb, humming happily under his breath.

R�mil rose and gathered his own bathing supplies, gratefully accepting the proffered vials of scented soaps and oils from Legolas, before heading down toward the bank of the river.

The cold, clear water had never felt so good against his skin, especially against the blistering hot skin of his erection, which, for all of his head slapping had remained stubbornly at full staff. He stood in the rushing waters of the river, legs apart and let the cold water beat at it, hoping that the Anduin could do what he could not�reduce it back to a controllable flaccid lump between his legs.

He washed himself and his hair, wringing his heavy silver tresses out as best he could before turning to leave the waters. He had gotten nearly to the banks were the water was scarcely thigh-high when he spotted Legolas standing on the mossy riverbank, staring at him.

Stepping out of the water, R�mil tried to affect a casual air - simply one warrior exiting a bath before another warrior. Unfortunately, R�mil found that he could control the blush that colored his cheeks no more that the reaction of his treacherous organ to that piercing azure stare as he felt the Prince's eyes sweep his body.

"R�mil?" Legolas said, his eyes drifting up toward R�mil's own, his face tinged with pink. "Might I ask you something?"

"Of course, Legolas�" R�mil said as he struggled to pull his leggings on over his wet skin, jumping up and down in place in his haste.

"Do you find me ugly?"

R�mil was stunned motionless�of all questions he thought the young Prince would ask, whether or not R�mil thought him ugly was not one of them. "That is a silly question, Legolas�of course not!" he replied, finally managing to get his leggings up over his hips and sloppily lacing them just to get them closed over his elfhood, which had once again risen hard and hot against his belly.

"Then�I mean, why�" Legolas stammered, his cheeks coloring further as he bit his lip, embarrassed to continue.

"Then what? Tell me Legolas�what troubles you?" R�mil asked. He watched Legolas' fine brows knit together in agitation.

"You were full with need, R�mil�and yet you chose to dunk yourself in a cold river rather than�" Legolas' voice trailed off, unable to continue, fearing R�mil's answer.

"And you fear it is because I do not find you attractive?" R�mil asked, his own brows cocking high up onto his forehead in surprise. "Legolas�you are jesting with me, are you not? You should not jest about such a thing�"

"I do not jest, R�mil�I want to know. Why would you choose the cold waters of the river over me?" Legolas' met R�mil's once more, except that this time they spoke of the pain of rejection the Prince had been feeling.

"Sweet Elbereth�Legolas�who do you think put me in the position of having to dunk myself in the cold waters of the river in the first place? You are perhaps the most exquisite ellon I have ever seen! Look at you�who would NOT want you?" R�mil replied honestly, beginning to walk back toward their camp.

"Then, why�?"

R�mil sighed, saying "Because I have grown rather fond of my elfhood and have no wish to have it chopped off by your Adar, that's why."

"My Adar!" Legolas repeated, understanding dawning on his features. " R�mil�" he continued softly, putting out a hand to touch the other Elf's shoulder, "�I am an adult�"

Turning, R�mil smiled at the younger Elf. "I know, Legolas�you are past your majority. You wear the warrior's braids. As a warrior, Legolas, you must understand what it means to follow orders, do you not?"

"Of course�"

"Then allow me to follow mine. When we arrive in the Golden Wood of Lothlorien and I have brought you through unharmed and untouched, I will have completed my mission as assigned to me by my Captain and my Lord Celeborn," R�mil explained, standing tall and stern before the young Prince. His expression softened as he continued, lifting one hand to gently, if briefly, touch Legolas' cheek, "If at that time you still desire my company then I would be honored to share it with you."

Legolas stared at the ground for a few moments before nodding his head in agreement, and following R�mil back to their camp.

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"There she lies, Legolas�the heart of Elvendom�Caras Galadhon," R�mil said pointing toward the soft blue glow that rose from the middle of the forest of gigantic mellyrn. "My home. I am pleased to be able to be the first to welcome the son of King Thranduil of Mirkwood to our borders."

Legolas smiled, staring out toward where the City of Galadriel and Celeborn beckoned, happy and excited to have arrived at last. As they approached the line of trees that marked the outermost borders of the Golden Wood, Legolas signaled for R�mil to stop again.

Sidling his horse next to R�mil's, so close that the beasts' flanks nearly touched, Legolas reached out a hand and caught hold of R�mil's chin, turning his head to face him.

"We are here?" Legolas asked R�mil, who had a slightly confused look on his face.

"Aye�these trees mark the border, Legolas."

"Good. Then you have fulfilled your duty." Leaning over, he pressed his petal soft lips to R�mil's for a moment. "I most likely will be harried by my Adar into meeting most of the city when I arrive. But make no mistake, R�mil�I will hold you to your word. I have not forgotten your offer to me, and sometime during my stay here I will seek you out."

Released, his lips burning no more than his loins, R�mil stared after the Prince, who, with a mischievous smile on his face, nudged his horse forward and broached the line of trees.

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He heard them before he saw them. In an instant Legolas had an arrow nocked and ready to fly as they approached the outer limits of Caras Galadhon and the moans and groans reached his Elven ears, much to the chagrin and unease of his honor guard of Galadhrim. Met at the border by the Guardians, he was formally welcomed by Haldir, March Warden of Celeborn's Guard and escorted to the city by the Captain and his two brothers, Orophin and R�mil.

"Legolas!" R�mil called, riding up beside the Mirkwood Prince, "put down your bow! 'Tis not what you think!"

"Do you not hear them, R�mil? They are hurt! They are groaning and moaning, and�and screaming!" Legolas hissed back, his face pale. "It must be Orcs�we must save them, R�mil! Captain! Call your troops!" Legolas turned in his seat, a fierce frown distorting his lovely features. "Why do you not move? Do you not hear them?"

Haldir looked at R�mil, a bemused expression on his face. "He is quite a jester, is he not? Lovely and funny�a most interesting combination�" he chuckled softly, nodding his head toward the Prince.

"He does not jest, Haldir�he thinks the city is under attack," R�mil said, shooting a warning look at his elder brother.

"No�truthfully? He knows not what makes those sounds he hears?" Orophin asked, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

"I know that his Adar said that he was an innocent, but how could he not have heard�seen�" Haldir's voice trailed off in wonder as he eyed the fair Prince.

"I am right here, you know," Legolas scowled at the three Galadhrim. "Are you trying to tell me that those sounds are NOT of your people being injured? They sound as if they are being drilled by arrows�skewered by swords!"

"Nay, Legolas�those are the sounds of the Celebration you hear. No one is being drilled or skewered," R�mil replied, trying to convince the young Prince.

"Well, actually, most of them are being drilled or skewered in one way or another, just not in the way you think," Orophin joked, earning a guffaw from his elder brother and a smack on the arm from his younger.

"Legolas, perhaps you should prepare yourself for what you about to see�even I had no idea that you were so�protected from the facts of life as this�" R�mil said softly. "Keep in mind one thing�no one will be doing anything that they do not wish to do�or have done to them. Alright?"

"Aye, R�mil�I understand. Are you certain no one is being hurt?"

"Positive. Are you ready, Legolas?"

"Aye�lead on�my Adar and your Lord await me."

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"Rumil!" Legolas called as they made their way up the interminable stairways and bridges of the city. Grabbing the Galadhel's arm, he nodded toward a rapidly humping couple that nearly blocked the bridge they were walking across. "Is that supposed to go there?"

Sighing, R�mil nodded. "Aye, Legolas�it is."

"And those over there? I cannot even tell where one begins and another ends!"

Sighing again, R�mil again nodded. "Aye, Legolas�worry not...tis easier when you are in the middle of such a knot."

"And those over there�she does not seek to bite it off?"

"Nay, Legolas�I have already told you that no one is being hurt."

"I know, R�mil�it is just�" Legolas' voice trailed off as he reached to his crotch, adjusting himself and blushing. "Ai, R�mil�my elfhood will not behave itself! All this flesh�is it overly warm for this time of year?"

R�mil laughed, grabbing the Prince's elbow and steering him toward the Royal Talan where his father and R�mil's Lord and Lady awaited the arrival of the fair Mirkwood Prince. "Come along, Legolas�I've not kept myself in check all this time only to have you lose your innocence mere feet away from our destination!"

Sighing and adjusting himself once more, Legolas allowed R�mil to lead him into the Royal Talan.

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