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Of Light and Shadow	By : Avaloyuru Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The solemn mood among the Silvan elves of the Woodland Realm only deepened as the small party approached the narrow path leading to the gates of Thranduils' Halls. The news of the death of Smaug had spread quickly as many had long looked upon the Lonely Mountain yet few were willing to face the wrath of the dragon. The loss of life among the peoples of Erebor had been heavy and many struggled to rebuild their lives in the wake of the battle in the shadows of that mountain.
The Lord of Imladris felt an ominous mood descend upon him as the formidable gates of the elven fortress home closed behind him. The passing of a new moon only deepened the sense of dread in the days following the accounting of the names of the dead. It was as if the light had dimmed as hope began to fade with each passing day with no sign of the Elvenking.
"Lord Elrond." The tall golden haired Sindar greeted him as they entered the grand hall. "I am glad you came, my father awaits you in his council chamber."
"Aldalómë." Elrond replied with a strained smile, recognizing him as Thranduils' Chief March Warden he returned the greeting with a strong embrace. "I came as soon as I heard. Where is Prince Legolas?" He asked as they made their way toward the lower levels of the fortress.
"He is in the kings' chambers." Aldalómë replied, his soft blue eyes held a faraway look in their depths as he cast a glance toward the dark haired lord. "His grief is matched only by his anger as my father has forbidden him to join the search."
"Surely he must understand the situation." Elrond stated, a deep frown creasing his brow. "If our worst fears are realized he must ascend to the throne."
"I will let my father explain everything." Aldalómë stated, his tone heavy with an unreadable emotion as they reached the council chamber. "Please." He waved his hand as he opened the large oaken door, ushering the lord inside.
"Elrond!" Lord Garävegión exclaimed, placing his goblet on the table as he rose from the chair in front of the glowing hearth. "I am so glad you came!"
Schooling his expression to hide his concern as the tall silver haired Sindar strode purposely toward him, Elrond could easily see the signs of stress etched deeply in his face. The normally cheerful blue gray eyes dimmed by a profound sadness.
"Word has spread far beyond Imladris my friend." He said quietly, returning the strong embrace. "There is little I can do to help." He added as they moved toward the hearth.
"There is little any of us can do at the moment." Lord Garävegión sighed heavily as he waved for him to sit, pouring him a goblet of wine. "Unfortunately the battle in the shadow of the Lonely Mountain severely depleted our forces." He began as he handed him the goblet and returned to the chair opposite him. "My son has assumed the role of strategist as my duties are now to Prince Legolas. Most of the patrols are still searching within the forest in case Thran..." His voice faltered for a moment, closing his eyes as if to steady himself.
"There was no sign of him on the plains in Erebor. We do not know for certain if he was injured and sought the cover within the trees. Aldalómë has organized small groups to search the plains again, beyond that we have no idea where to look. With winter now fully upon us, travel is too treacherous to search beyond the mountains."
"How is Prince Legolas?" Elrond asked quietly, a sense of foreboding filling him. He was aware of the strong bond between his friend and his son and knew this was devastating to the young prince.
"As can be expected." Lord Garävegión replied, pausing to take a long drink from his goblet. "I fear that he will not recover if anything should happen to Thranduil. Their bond is deeper than any I have seen. That is why I have asked you to come. He is far too angry with me to listen to reason."
"We all have our duties. It will take time but the prince will come to understand this." Elrond stated in the most confident tone he could muster under the circumstances. "You have been Thranduils' right hand since the beginning Garävegión. The realm is safe in your hands, I will deal with the prince."
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"How is he?" Elrond asked the guard as he entered antechamber just outside Thranduils' private chambers.
"He has locked himself inside, no one has seen him for three days and we've heard no sound since yesterday." Thalieth replied, the worry radiating from his deep green eyes.
"Get someone here that can open this door now!" Elrond snapped much more harshly than he had intended.
Horrified at what he might find once he entered, he struggled to close his mind against the images that threatened his ability to think straight. He understood the bond between the two of them better than anyone and feared the worse as he waited impatiently for the guard to return to gain access to the room. If his feelings were correct, the situation may already be beyond his ability to repair.
"I have no doubts that I will anger him even more." Elrond sighed, glancing at Thalieth as the small elf seemed to be doing his best to pick the lock. "I do not want to be disturbed regardless of what you might hear." He stated more firmly as the elf looked up at him and nodded.
"Ben iest gîn, hîr vuin." (As you wish, My Lord) Thalieth stated as Elrond opened the door and slipped quietly inside.
Thranduils' private rooms were sprawling and decorated with a splendor that was as regal as the king himself. The large public sitting room was uncharacteristically dark and chilled with no lanterns or a fire in the grand hearth. Frowning deeply as he fumbled his way toward the hearth from memory, he felt along the mantle for the flint he knew would be there and set about the task of lighting the fire. Quickly lighting a few of the lanterns, he picked up one and made his way toward the smaller more private sitting room. As dark as the larger room, Elrond feared the prince had somehow managed to get past the guards and had gone in search of his father by himself.
Pausing to light a single lantern, Elrond cautiously approached the closed door to Thranduils' bed chamber. Testing the handle he was relieved to find that it was not locked, he turned it quietly and entered the darkened room. In the dim light cast by the single lantern, he could see the pile of rumpled blankets and clothing in the middle of the enormous four poster bed that dominated the room. Walking silently toward it, he felt a tightening in his chest as he saw the naked form of the prince with his face buried in a dark blue evening robe, his fingers clutching the material as if his life depended on it.
"Well, at least you're still here." He thought with much relief as he felt his neck for signs of life then turned away from the heartbreaking view before him.
Glancing about the floor, the light of the lantern reflected on a number of what appeared to be empty wine bottles surrounded by a dark stain on the floor, accounting for the strong smell of stale wine. With a deep sigh he set about the task of making the rooms more comfortable before he attempted to rouse him from what was clearly a drunken stupor.
Legolas clung the soft silk of his fathers' favorite evening robe. Burying his face deeply within the folds, he breathed in the sweet scent of him, mingled with his favorite soap, the scent of sandalwood and the subtle scent of Niphredil, the white star flowers found throughout the forest. The ache in his heart only deepened as images of his father floated through his mind, elegant, regal, confident and proud king and protector of the Woodland Realm.
Yet those were not the source of his pain as memories began to filter through the fog in his mind, to him he was so much more. He was his strength, his everything, all his life his father had been there for him. He longed to hear the sound of his clear baritone voice, to feel his strong arms around him, comforting him, to look upon his beautiful face and to see the light of the stars in his eyes when he smiled.
"Legolas?"
Moaning softly, Legolas shifted slightly on the bed, pulling even more of the crumpled robes into his arms. Struggling toward the sound as his heart beat wildly in his chest, Legolas could see his father leaning down over him. Smiling mischievously with a light dancing in the depths of his beautiful sapphire eyes as he gently shook him, trying to wake him. It was a game they played when he was not required to go on patrols. He would pretend to oversleep so his father would have to come to his rooms and wake him for their morning meal together.
"Wake up Legolas." The voice insisted impatiently.
"Ada!" He cried out with the excitement of a child as the sound of the deep musical voice finally penetrated the fog in his mind.
"I knew you would come back!" He exclaimed as he leaped up from the bed, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I've been so worried!" He cried, his entire body trembled as he clung to him.
"Leg..."
Shocked beyond thought Elrond reflexively wrapped his arms around the slender form of the young elf who now kissed him with the passion of a desperate lover. The lithe body pressed itself tighter against the length of his own as his hot little tongue thrust itself deeply into his mouth, ravishing it hungrily.
"Legolas!" Elrond shouted as he forcibly pried the clinging elf from him. "Wake up!"
"What!?!" Legolas exclaimed angrily as he was literally tossed back onto the bed. "How did you get in here?! Get out!" He demanded as he threw himself back amongst the soft silks of his fathers' clothing, burying his face from view.
"I am not going anywhere and you are getting out of that bed." Elrond stated as he grasped one of his wrists, pulling the young prince to the edge of the bed.
"Leave me alone!" Legolas screamed as struggled to free himself from the strong grasp of the older elf.
Crying out as a sudden sharp pain stung the side of his face, he turned back glaring angrily at the stoic expression on the dark haired elf's face. "How dare you!" He hissed as he touched his face where the older elf had so cruelly slapped him.
"You are not yourself." Elrond stated, guarding his expression as he looked at the pitiful sight before him. The angry eyes that glared at him were red and swollen from what appeared to have been days of weeping. Yet deep within the pale blue pools, he could see such pain and sadness.
"I'm sorry Legolas." He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in his. "You need to find something to put on. We need to talk."
"They found him." Legolas choked out, staring at him as his eyes widened. "He's dead isn't he?" He asked, his voice cracking as his whole body began to tremble.
"No! No, Legolas, we don't know that!" Elrond exclaimed quickly as he drew him into his arms, the father in him wanting nothing more than to comfort him. "We have to believe he is still alive." He told him as he hugged him close, smoothing the tangled mess of silvery blonde hair.
"Come." He said quietly after long moments. "You must get dressed so we can talk." He told him, placing a fatherly kiss on the top of his head.
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As the days passed Thranduil struggled more and more with himself, who he knew he was and what he saw himself becoming. It was only his deep love for his son and his strong sense of duty that kept him from completely submitting to the beautiful dark elf. The punishments he endured grew less and less cruel and seemed more as something that was pleasing to the elf, they stirred the strange feelings with him, triggering his old dark nightmares yet he could not remember them when he awoke.
Snuggling closer against the front of the chair, he twisted his head slightly in his lap, through the veil of his dark lashes, he admired the beauty of the dark elf as he gazed absently into the hearth. In the dimmed lighting the elf preferred in the evenings, his deep blue eyes seemed as black as the rich dark tresses that now spilled down over his shoulders. Thranduil had seen them darken like that in his anger, then brighten with the light of stars hidden deep within them. Dropping his gaze to his full lips, the dusky color enhanced by his fair skin, he felt a stirring in his groin.
Closing his eyes, he found a strange sense of comfort as the elf absently ran his fingers through his hair. He sensed a subtle change, not only in the elf but the guards as well, unfortunately, it revealed nothing to him. The elf had grown somewhat silent toward him, his unreadable gaze seemed to study him more intently as he fed him his evening meal. The strange tension building between them confused him, marked by the subtle changes in the way the elf treated him.
Startled from his thoughts as the elf rose to his feet, Thranduil offered no resistance as he took his hand and led him to the furs as he did every night. Firm yet gentle hands guided him down onto his back, stretching out beneath him as the elf stood over him, he resisted the urge to smile as he watched him slowly remove his robes. Already fully erect, Thranduil felt the ache in his groin deepen as he watched him stroke himself slowly, his dusky lips parting slightly, teasing him even more as the tip of his tongue licked slowly over them like a cat anticipating a bowl of cream.
Lowering himself onto the furs, Cerályië paused on his hands and knees, letting his gaze trail over his face. Smiling to himself as he rested his gaze on the sapphire eyes that stared boldly up at him. He could feel and smell his sweet breath as he watched the silver ring blur and spread like storm clouds. Dropping his gaze to those soft pinkish lips, slightly parted as the tip of his tongue barely revealing itself as it rested teasingly just inside.
"Pirá celebmîr nîn." (My little silver treasure) He whispered to himself as he leaned closer, teasing his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Oh yes." He thought to himself as he felt him open his mouth to him, yet brazenly thrust his tongue upward into his mouth. Entwined, he savored the taste of him as their tongues slithered and teased each other for long moments. He knew Thranduil could not fully submit to him and in his heart, he hoped he never would.
Reluctantly pulling away from him, he reached for the blindfold he kept nearby. A soft whimper pulling his attention back to his face, he frowned inwardly as he looked into those pleading eyes. Studying him with earnest as he considered the situation, he knew Thranduil hated the blindfold.
"I should punish you mûl pirá nîn (My little slave) for your disobedience." He told him as he dropped the blindfold, noting the relief that spread quickly over his beautiful face. "I will let you dwell on what I might do to you." He told him, his tone thick and sultry as he recaptured his mouth in a hard demanding kiss.
Gasping for breath, Thranduil dug his fingers into the thickness of the furs as the elf released his mouth only to bury his face in his neck, biting the soft flesh just below his ear. Clenching his jaw to keep from crying out he groaned softly as he felt him pressing himself tighter against him, rocking gently against his aching groin. Closing his eyes as he felt him tenderly kiss the wound he had inflicted, the pain then tenderness was maddening in ways he couldn't understand.
Trembling as the long tresses of his silken hair teased his skin as he felt him move lower, kissing the hollow at the base of his throat before moving on to the tiny buds of his nipples. Stiffening as he felt him suckle gently at first, bracing himself for the pain as the suction slowly intensified soliciting a whimper from him before moving to the other. His entire body now trembling as he moved lower, raking his nails along his sides and down over his hips, Thranduil released a breath he had not realized he was holding.
Glancing up at him for a brief moment, Cerályië turned toward the hearth and dipped a finger in the small tin of herbal salve. Meeting his gaze, he adjusted his position by using his knees to spread his thighs. Encircling only the crown of his sex in his mouth, Cerályië swirled his tongue over the silken skin, savoring the taste of him before slowly taking in the length of him. Pressing his face into the trembling flesh of his lower belly, he suckled slowly as he sought out the small wrinkled muscle and entered him.
Moaning shamelessly, Thranduil rocked his hips forward as the elf slipped his finger past the flexing muscle and moved straight toward the spot that sent jolts of pleasure through him. Deep groans boiled in his throat as the elf tormented him, repeatedly bringing him almost the brink only to deny the full pleasure of release.
"Saes Herdir, saes." (Please Master, please) He heard himself beg softly when he thought he could take no more.
Nearly melting at the sweet sound of his plea, Cerályië slipped a third finger deeply within him as he closed his lips more firmly around the girth of his sex. Suckling him in earnest, he smiled to himself as he felt his body stiffen slightly. Swirling his tongue over the length of him as he pleasured him, listening to his ragged breaths as his hips jerked forward, rewarding him with his sweet nectar.
Releasing him as he moved up over him, he slipped his arms beneath his shoulders, cradling his head in his hands as he captured his mouth in tender yet searching kiss. All too aware of his own aching need, yet he held back as he dipped his tongue into the warmth of his mouth, entwining playfully with his. He had learned ages ago the body could be taught or trained to respond in whatever way the master chose, for him there was far more intimacy in a kiss and to Cerályië, Thranduils' kiss felt as if it reached into his very fäë (soul).
Reluctantly he slowly released his mouth, placing a soft kiss on his lips before pushing himself up onto his knees. Turning his gaze away from his face, he repositioned him on his stomach and lifted his hips upward, even with his groin. Sliding his thumbs down the length of the cleft, he gently rubbed the exposed wrinkled pink muscle, smiling openly as he heard him moan as he teased him. Positioning himself, he pressed slowly into him, savoring the feel of that tight ring as he stretched him, sliding slowly into the hot velvety sheath of his flesh. Sucking on his lower lip to stifle his groans, he watched as he pleasured himself, taking him in long slow even strokes, pulling almost free of him before pressing deeply back into him.
Reaching down, Cerályië pulled him up on his knees and hugged him tightly to his chest as he continued to rock against him. Kissing his ear as he tried to turn his face toward him, he held him, struggling to hold onto the moment as the tension built within him. Burying his face in the softness of his silvery blonde tresses, he breathed in the scent of him as he reached his pinnacle, filling him with his release.
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