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Frozen Heart	By : Argleena Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own (or profit from) the characters in this work, but do enjoy playing with them for your reading pleasure! All LOTR references are property of J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Elrohir slowly drifted back to awareness a couple hours later, initially confused as to where he was and why he was cramped on his… sofa? He felt warm, gentle puffs of air blowing rhythmically on his neck, where a messily strewn, golden-haired capped head lay softly nestled in the crook of his neck, just above a jutting shoulder and collarbone. A strong arm gripped him about the waist, holding him tightly to the solid body of the ellon snuggled in securely beside him. As Elrohir incrementally peeled his sleepy eyes open (another manifestation of his peredhel heredity), the recollection of what had, a short time ago, taken place on said sofa came flooding back to his sleep hazed brain in a deluge of blissful memories and images. Those rapturous thrusts and movements, which swirled and flowed and built in his memories up to when they took the final plunge over the edge of the waterfall, resulted in an explosion of the ultimate exhilaration, the final evidence of which was still splattered stickily across their stomachs, groins and chests. There it was, a combination of dual euphorias released and dual seed spilled, which when all was done and over with left the two with a extraordinary but cooling memory between them. He took a few moments to study the devastatingly handsome face nestled on his shoulder and into his neck before bringing himself fully awake.
Elrohir took a moment to study his sleeping lover. Eyes glazed over in reverie and face relaxed, with plump lips slightly parted into what almost looked like a pout, Legolas looked more like an innocent elfling just past his majority than the battle hardened warrior that Elrohir knew he was. A smile slowly spread across Elrohir's face. Legolas was his. His every wish from the past few days had come true. Well, maybe not every wish, he was still waiting for part of that particularly naughty desire, but that would be remedied soon enough after he return from his patrol duty. Just the thought of what had happened between the two of them and what was to come was enough to make Elrohir begin to grow hard again. Mentally willing his over-eager member back into a state of rest, Elrohir carefully untangled himself from his lover and climbed silently over him, off the sofa and into the bathing chamber. As much as he would love to remain wrapped up in his lovers arms, he still had a patrol to prepare for.

Elrohir turned the taps to start a warm bath in his oversized, marble carved tub, drawing warm water up from the hot springs below the house as he dug around for towels and washing cloths, as well as some lightly scented herbal bath oils to wash with. He decided that as hesitant as he was to wake his sweetly slumbering partner and disturb his rest, he really ought to invite Legolas to join him in the bath. He surely must be as much of a mess as Elrohir was. His bathtub was definitely big enough for two, with room to spare. It was one of the perks to being the son of the Lord of the Valley. Turning to make his way back to the prince, perhaps he would wake him with a kiss or two, Elrohir gave a small yelp, heart jumping slightly with surprise as he was greeted by the unexpected, yet fetching sight of his lover, nude and skin covered only in the dried patches of the leftover evidence of their earlier passion spent. He was leaning sultrily against the doorframe. Licking his lips in a slow, exaggerated motion, his eyes roamed Elrohir's equally bare and debauched body hungrily. Elrohir cleared his throat and straightened from where he had instinctually bent in surprise at the unexpected sight of his lover whom he thought to be dozing. He approached his silent and sneaky melethron and wound his arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long and lingering kiss. “I was just about to come get you,” Elrohir murmured against his lips. “Care for a scrub down?” he asked, grinning impishly. Then with a wink, he saucily swatted Legolas’ backside before turning toward the steamy tub filled with relaxing, hot water, sinking slinkily inside.
Legolas flashed his lover a sexy smile and slid into the tub behind Elrohir, wrapping his arms, well toned and muscled from years of archery and swordwork, around Elrohir, keeping his back held securely against Legolas’ chest. They stayed like this, Legolas holding his melethron close to him for several minutes. His hands smoothed over Elrohir's tanned and muscled torso, skimming up and down over sensitive skin and grazing across responsive rosy red nipples from time to time, causing Elrohir to gasp and wiggle delightfully in his lap. After many minutes of this teasing torture, the couple took turns in washing one another. Scrubbing slippery oils over hardened bodies, their hands lingered on all the uncovered planes of bared skin available for them to touch and explore and they nipped at flushed skin with bared teeth and swollen lips, while their fingertips teased at one another's beautiful forms. They were slowly driving each other mad in their attempts to “cleanse” one another. One specific area, that was particularly sensitive to each other's touch, was deemed important enough to receive extra special attention from each other and several minutes were spent making sure it was rubbed and stroked spotlessly clean.
They then moved on to the intimate business of washing each other's beauteous tresses.* Legolas’ glowing golden locks were soft and silky and seemed to possess an inner light and life of their own. Energy flowed down through to the tips, which reached to his lower back. His hair seemed to be possessed of its own free flowing will. Wispy, ghost like strands floated around him as he walked, capturing the wild spirit of the Wood Elves, yet still emulating the Sindar regality in the shining golden colored passed down to him from his father. Thranduil’s immaculate golden locks reflected the same golden color, who inherited his coloring through Oropher, his father who had long ago passed on. Elrohir possessed a thick crown of silky straight mahogany tresses, closing around him like a thick, velvet curtain whose heavy length reached well below his buttocks. The dark brown coloring complimented his skin tone, and enhanced his proud and noble bearing. When plaited in the intricate braids that denoted his station, trade, and status, he cut a courtly picture and exuded elegance and representing his Lord father's realm and family name flawlessly. It was an extravagant treat to run fingers and hands through the others hair, so different from one another's but each beautiful and erotic in their own ways. The pair reverentially washed each other's long locks, which had become tangled and damp with sweat from their previous loving and play. They both savored the tantalizing sensation of fingers running through silky soft hair, lathering and massaging the lightly scented oils into one another's scalps. It was an oddly intimate experience for Elrohir to have Legolas running his fingers through his dampened hair, taking his time to massage the expensive oils into his mahogany tresses. Elrohir treated Legolas’ hair as if it were a delicate treasure, finding himself fascinated with the crown of hair that seemed to glow and shine in its vibrancy.
Quiet moans and a dripping spigot were the only sounds that echoed through the now steamy bathing chamber as the two relaxed into each other, their washing completed. No words were said, but each was comfortable in the silence, simply luxuriating in one another's presence. They exchanged lazy kisses every now and again, running fingers over sharp cheekbones and chiseled jaws, and roaming hands over long, lean and muscled bodies. Legolas ran his satiny smooth calf and foot up the length of Elrohir's leg, in an enticing gesture. He took in the curios, new sensation that the sprinkling of leg hair made upon his smooth and hairless ones, deciding he quite enjoyed the feeling, even as it left a tickling, tingling feeling in its wake.
When the water inevitably began to cool, the two reluctantly stepped out of the tub and wrapped themselves in the soft and fluffy oversized towels that Elrohir had laid out. Moving to sit on the bed, they took turns untangling and brushing one another's hair until it was dry and shining. Legolas moved behind Elrohir to plait the warrior braids of Imladris into his hair for him to keep in for the patrol he was leaving for in the morning. Checking his hair in the mirror, Elrohir noticed an extra braid nestled on the underside of his loose hair, arranged inconspicuously amongst those that he regularly wore. “What is this braid?” Elrohir questioned. “Do your warriors wear one such as this in their hair?”
“Only the ones with mates and committed lovers wear this braid,” Legolas replied, almost shyly, as if uncertain Elrohir would want such a statement reflected in his hair. “It is to show that in your love life you are taken and no other should approach except in that of friendship.” This said, Legolas took ahold of said braid and tenderly pulled Elrohir forward into a gentle but possessive kiss.
Elrohir smiled thoughtfully. “Well in that case,” he said. He moved behind Legolas and began working the same braid into Legolas’ hair, but in his, adding a few of the specially crafted blue beads that held the intricately etched image of his father's standard carved on the outside. He regularly wore these same beads in his hair, to distinguish himself from his brother as they were identical gwanûr and most had difficulty distinguishing the two without some sort of indicator. Elrohir consistently wore the blue while Elladan usually chose to wear red. In Legolas’ hair, the braid would indicate that he was taken, the beads, however, would signify exactly who he belonged to. Elrohir. Sliding back on the bed to assess his handiwork and then his lover as a whole, he pronounced, “Perfect!” And he truly meant that statement of his lover, no fairer creature had he ever lay eyes on as Legolas stretched out nude on his bed, free of all adornments except for his braid.
Legolas leaned back against Elrohir for a few silent minutes, enjoying the warmth of his body heat and feel of Elrohir running his hands through his hair and up, down, and over his chest, frontside and arms. Finally, he sighed and stood from the bed, gathering the extravagantly cozy but slightly worn and oversized crushed velvet robe that Elrohir had pulled from his wardrobe for him to borrow and pulled it on over his head. “I should be going,” he said in a low voice. “You still must finish packing for patrol and need to get some rest before the dawn comes. I have spent enough of your time as it is this evening. I would say I will return your robe on the morrow, however, then again I may use it to keep me warm while you are on patrol. I don't think you should notice it missing for a few months.” Legolas joked, forcing a small smile and attempting to lighten the mood which seemed to suddenly grow heavy.
“Please! Don't leave!” Elrohir blurted out, jumping off the bed. He could have been more eloquent in his response, however, his sole concern at the moment was that the one he so adored and wanted at his side was heading toward the door to leave when they still had a few more hours that they could spend together before the pair were separated for months. All due to agroup of warriors drunken antics, Elrohir groused in his head. “I am nearly done packing,” he continued, beginning to throw the last few items he needed into his pack, a little more haphazardly than was his wont. “I would be most pleased if you would spend this nights slumber with me, in my bed.” Elrohir's logical part of the brain cautioned him that they was already moving very fast in this relationship and sharing a bed this night after knowing each other for all of a few hours was pushing the limits even further, but his overfull heart and desperation to keep Legolas with him as long as possible overruled the unemotional logic that the unsentimental portion of his brain was trying to disperse.
Legolas studied Elrohir deeply through squinted eyes for a moment, then replied, “I would very much like to stay with you in your bed this night, but, I also do not want to make your early morning rising all the more difficult, or worse yet, place you in danger because you are too exhausted to pay attention when riding out, due to my delaying your preparations and keeping you up late into the night.” Legolas hesitated after letting his concerns off of his chest, acting as if not knowing whether to continue to the door to give Elrohir his rest and peace or to return to the bed with him.
“Please, stay.” Elrohir way not beyond pleading. “I doubt I would be able to find any rest at all tonight if you go now,” he added with a deflated expression. I would be kept awake by thoughts and waking dreams of you throughout the night. As I have not satiated myself of your presence yet tonight, I would have restless dreams of your exquisite beauty and kisses and touches that set my body afire, which would only keep me from a peaceful slumber. With you next to me, in my arms, I will be able to find comfort enough to rest peacefully this night. I only have a few short hours left available to spend with you before I must go. Please don't make me waste that time pining after you with just my memories rather than holding you to me, together in my bed as we slumber together.” He was not beyond making Legolas feel a bit guilty in order to get him to stay the night with him if that is what it took. He needed these last few moments with the prince to help carry him through the next few months away from home without going insane with desire.
With a small smile on his face, Legolas removed the borrowed robe, folded and set it neatly atop a nearby chair and stepped closer, into Elrohir's arms. Gently brushing a stray strand of hair from his lovers face, Legolas leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on Elrohir's lips. He then made his way over to the large bed, turning down the covers and slid in and over to the far side. Turning on his side and leaning up on his elbow, Legolas’ eyes followed his lover as he swiftly finished packing and preparing for patrol, thoroughly enjoying the view as Elrohir was still bare from their bath earlier. Quickly finalizing his preparations and double checking his pack, Elrohir set his pack, bedroll, and weapons by the door to be sure he would forget nothing in the morning. His patrol uniform and boots were left in the bathing room for him to slip into after washing and completing his morning routine.
Elrohir quickly circled the room, extinguishing the many flickering candles lighting the space. He climbed into bed beside Legolas and extinguished the bedside lamp, illuminating the two in nothing but the moonlight spilling through the cracked window located across the room. Elrohir turned onto his side and pulled his lover to him so that his back was pressed to Elrohir's chest. Resting his chin atop Legolas’ shoulder and his arm around his middle, he settled in, his lax member snuggled securely in the crease of Legolas’ backside. Laying skin to skin with Legolas, however, proved to be a bigger difficulty than he had figured on. Counting on the fact that he had found his release twice with Legolas earlier, he thought that he would be able to drift off to sleep easily after his exhausting day. Evidently the opposite was to be true. He could not seem to keep his hands and lips away from Legolas.
Despite the protests from his brain telling him he needed to sleep, Elrohir began pressing small kisses in the tender crook of Legolas’ neck, trailing his lips across strong shoulder blades and down a well muscled back. Hips flexing, he found that his length was beginning to awaken once again. Skimming his hand down Legolas’ abdomen and gripping his partner’s awakening cock, he found Legolas in much the same condition as he was. Before he could become too worked up, however, Legolas rolled over and captured Elrohir's hands together within his, drawing them up to his lips where he placed a tender kiss upon each set of knuckles. “Lostar,” he whispered. “Otherwise I will have no other choice but to leave and make way to my own bed.” Elrohir grumbled, but good-naturedly, and then placed a gentle kiss to the prince’s pouty red lips. Pulling Legolas loosely against him he whispered, “Losto vae.”
“Ollo vae,” Legolas murmured in reply. Together, in each other's arms, the two slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, never separating from their embrace throughout the night.
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Translations (Sindarin)
ellon- male elf
gwanûr- twins (plural, pair of twins)
lostar- sleep
losto vae- sleep well / goodnight
melethron- lover
ollo vae- sweet dreams
peredhel- half-elf
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