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Faded Light: Book II	By : Laurin Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 11944 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and places belong to JRR Tolkien and to his estate. I own only my OC's and twisted storylines.

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(For additional notes and disclaimers, please see top of Chapter 1.)
= Faervel and Talagan got a little beyond my control in this one and got a little more nc-17 than I was expecting; Elf chair sex was definitely not what I had planned on...(I bet that just got everyone’s attention...)
But what can one do with a pair of horny Elves in love. Actually, I sort of really like the way this one turned out. Maybe I was in a bit of a romantic mood when I wrote it.
Haldir and Rumil are back again in the next chapter, 43. And Legolas should be back in Chapter 44. Enjoy...and please do review... =

Chapter 2.41

Sidh Yenya Rost

Faervel smiled to himself as he listened to the noise in the adjoining bedroom but didn’t move, pretending to be completely absorbed on the sketch taking shape on the parchment in front of him. He counted the minutes in his head; he could imagine by each sound just what Talagan was doing...
His spouse tended to be rather a fussy and exacting Elf about where he put everything and what order his routine should follow, especially at night, though Faervel usually told himself it was just the warrior in him.
With few exceptions, nearly every youth in Mirkwood was required to spend a few decades as a warrior though not all chose to make a career of it; Faervel always knew he did not have the nature to do so, Talagan would have had a difficult time being anything else...
After several minutes, Talagan was apparently done with his nighttime routine; and Faervel heard the footsteps behind his chair in his workroom and felt strong hands resting on his shoulders before lips joined them near his ear. Talagan knew just how he liked to be distracted...
“Am I interrupting?” a voice asked silkily.
The artist closed his eyes, shaking his head, as he enjoyed his lover’s eager attentions. “Nay, I was about to put this away and go to bed...”
“Good,” arms came around Faervel’s body the rest of the way as lips gently nuzzled his temple. “Is that one of your new ones?” asked Talagan, looking down at Faervel’s parchment and tilted his head.
“Elves journeying West...it’s different from what you usually paint...”
“This is just something for myself.” The artist shrugged, “I saw a procession recently on its way to the Havens...”
He didn’t say anything else as he pulled away reluctantly, putting the parchment aside and went to wash his hands in a basin.
The warrior took Faervel’s empty chair, watching his lover in silence.
“Except for the portrait I did for Glaerwen, I’ve been having a hard time working lately...”
“Ever since you had that talk with Feredir...”
“I suppose...”
The warrior frowned. They had been through this before, and Talagan could see the signs beginning again...
They both had made a choice to not dwell on that long ago tragedy though they had grieved long and deeply for their lost friends.
However, Talagan had not lost a brother that day, and he knew the other would never really finish grieving. And the warrior knew what it did to Faervel when he let himself brood on the fate of his brother and the others...
But he was not ready to see his lover fall again into one of his black moods.
“I didn’t think you would be home so early,” said the artist as he put his things away. “How was the wedding?”
“The bride and groom were splendid, the food was exquisite, the nobles dressed to outdo each other in their finery and in their gossip...
“You should have been there, I would have certainly enjoyed myself more...”
“You know King Thranduil can’t stand me...I’d much rather stay home and be hated from afar than walk right into it...”
Faervel came back and pressed two fingers playfully against his lover’s brow, as he pushed him further into the chair and straddled him, lifting the hem of his night robe a little and out of the way.
“You know,” he teased, “if you keep fretting so much you’re going to get wrinkles. Just like a Firion.
“I promise,” he said looking earnestly into Talagan’s eyes, one finger twisting a braid playfully. “I’m not feeling melancholic, and I’m not dwelling on the past.
“And I am certain it will be a very long time before I am ready to Sail West,” he assured his lover. “Of course I miss Aphadon and our friends. And speaking with Feredir has caused me think of them more than I had in a long while...
“But I am happy now, with the life we’ve created,” he said, gently tracing the lines of the beloved face. “I know one day we will see our loved ones again, and so long as we remain on Arda, you and our children are all I need...”
Talagan still looked a bit doubtful, but didn’t press the issue as his lover pulled him into a deep, languid kiss; he let his hands wander lazily beneath the night robe and realized with waking ardor Faervel didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath...
“Are you trying to seduce me, Master Faervel?” he said, kissing his way down the long neck, pausing between each kiss to let his lips gently caress the soft skin before moving on...
“Talagan...” the artist managed between needy moans before he lost all coherence, as he felt what the other Elf was up to, “is everything locked up...?”
“Aye,” whispered his lover, neither lips nor hands pausing in their ministrations, a small shudder telling him just what his lips were accomplishing. “Including the door to our bedroom, just in case. We wouldn’t want any restless penyth wandering in at the wrong moment...
“I just checked on them,” he added and let his tongue dart out as he reached the other Elf’s collarbone, quickly undoing the first three buttons and moving the garment aside to let him resume his explorations. “I doubt quarreling dwarfs would wake them...”
“Good…” Faervel mumbled, shutting his eyes tightly, as the warrior began kissing his way slowly around one nipple before moving slowly to the other, while he let his hands continue to take their time exploring even more sensitive and tempting places.
Faervel arched his neck back slightly, just enough to give his lover room to return to one of his favorite spots as he began kissing his way back up along the same path he had followed down Faervel’s body until he reached a perfect pointed ear again.
“Nin meleth...” said the artist, managing just enough breath, “In the desk...”
He wet his lips, his lower body moving impatiently now against his lover’s eager hand, as Talagan found the bottle of oil and poured a small amount on his fingers, his hands grasping at Talagan’s back, trying to pull him closer, knowing he wasn’t likely to last too much longer...
He buried his face in the warrior’s neck, auburn and dark brown locks getting tangled together...as he felt Talagan’s fingers carefully stretching and caressing his most intimate area.
Warm breath sent another wave of shivers through his body, and he couldn’t hold back a surprised whimper, as he felt two slick fingers slipped in and slowly out, as sensual and thorough as his kisses had been before. Faervel found himself writhing in his lover’s arms as the motion was repeated a few times, each time sliding in just a little more.
“Talagan...”
The feeling of being stroked slowly from the inside, and the attention his ear was still receiving from eager lips and tongue and teeth, was enough to push him over the edge within a few minutes, gripping his partner’s shoulders hard enough that he was sure there would be marks there tomorrow...
He could feel the smile on the other’s lips as he kissed softly just behind his ear, “This is for you...le óre lava. Im melo le...”
Faervel gasped and shuddered until he collapsed bonelessly against his lover’s chest...
Though his lover couldn’t see it, Talagan couldn’t help smiling at the little sounds of contentment that escaped the other Elf’s lips from where his head still rested on his shoulder...
“Are you all right,” the warrior pushed aside the damp hair from Faervel’s face as he looked up, a self-satisfied and slightly drowsy look on his face as he nodded and leaned over once more, needing to feel his lover’s lips again...
“Maybe the bed would be more comfortable though,” he said finally finding his voice, still a little breathless. He smiled, rubbing his cheek against the other’s face.
He always reminded Talagan of a kitten when he did that...
“And we should take care of this,” he reached down, stroking his lover’s vie through the cloth of his leggings, which had so far been sadly ignored. “You haven’t come yet.”
“I love watching you get lost in pleasure...” Slightly callused fingers reached up again to tuck auburn hair behind his ear and gently stroked his face, making Faervel’s insides start to quiver again, as he leaned eagerly into his lover’s hand, turning his head a little to place soft kisses on his palm and wrist. “Vanya pen...”
Regretting to lose the warmth of the other’s body, he finally managed a little shakily to get to his feet, taking Talagan’s hands in his and leading them toward the bedroom, where he let slip off the now mostly undone night robe. Faervel smiled as he watched his lover’s eyes take him in, in a mixture of hunger and affection and tenderness all at once that always made his heart beat a little faster...
The warrior’s shirt quickly followed the night robe before they climbed under the covers of their large bed, long limbs quickly getting wrapped around each other again...
Talagan had always appreciated the fact that his lover was as tall as he. He was not one who had ever found himself attracted to waiflike males who reminded him more of Elleths. Though Faervel was slender, he was well-built in all the right places.
“I have been thinking,” said Talagan after several minutes of lazy kissing and ever more eager hands, “we could use a holiday...just us.
“I have some leave more than due. We can have Hisil and Galen stay with my ontani for a week, and go to that place by the lake...where we used to go to before we bonded...”
“It sounds like one of the best ideas I’ve heard recently...” said the artist. “Nude bathing in the lake...” he said throatily, playfully nuzzling an ear.
“Making love all night under the moon...”
“Even better.” Faervel smiled and pulled his lover closer.
“Come here,” he whispered, as one hand unlaced the worn old leggings Talagan liked wearing to bed, slipping them down. “I need you...all of you...”
He pulled Talagan’s hand into his own and interlaced their fingers as he slowly kissed his way along his lover’s neck and jaw, letting his tongue dart out teasingly.
“Ni mela’le...” said the warrior, running the fingers of his other hand through the artist’s hair, as he kissed softly along his temple, down his face, inhaling his scent. Faervel had tried to wash it off, but the smell of the wild plants he used to mix his paints always lingered on his skin.
“Inye...tennoio...”
“Pella annun...”
No more words were said then, as they again lost themselves in each other...

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Esarulir found his chief spy at the bottom of the staircase...
“All is well, hir nin?” asked Hanan.
“It is a splendid evening, is it not?” smiled the King’s cousin, leading the way back to the main garden and the wedding celebration.
“My daughter is well wed to the proper Elf,” he said. “I can almost see the great purpose of centuries within sight...”
“Indeed, hir nin...
“By the way,” said the younger Elf, “Galion won’t likely go back to the King tonight.
“As you know, despite his devotion as His Majesty’s arandur, wine proves an all too easy a distraction with that one...”
“Aye,” agreed Esarulir, “he is one of the most incorrigible drunks in The Greenwood...I honestly don’t know why or how Thranduil tolerates him...
“I’d have had him flogged if he was in my service...centuries ago; that would have been a fast-acting cure...
“In any case, there are other much more important concerns than Galion just now,” the King’s cousin dismissed the subject of Thranduil’s butler with a derisive wave of his hand.
“Have we had any news from our Human associate?” he asked.
“A short time ago,” said Hanan, “he assures that that matter is taken care of.”
“Good.
“In the meantime, you may congratulate me,” said the Elf Lord, as they reached the garden and the marriage feast.
“With my daughter happily wed, I may now look forward to the birth of my first grandson...a Prince of the rightful bloodline...”
“All of us who loyally await a Restoration of the Royal House of Argonui look forward happily to that day, Heru Nin.”

TBC...
(What did you think? Was the first part hot enough? Let me know...)

Elvish:

Sidh Yenya Rost / (Literally: peace before (the) rain or (The quiet before the storm))
Firion / mortal man
Penyth / (plural) young ones
Nin meleth / my love
Le óre láva...im melo le... / Just feel...I love you...
Vie / male Elf’s sex organ
Vanya pen / beautiful one
Ellon / male Elf
Elleth / female Elf
Ontani / parents (for the purposes of my story, it usually refers to two males who have a child. So, you can infer from this (unless otherwise stated in some future chapter) that Talagan has two dads...)
Ni mela’le... / I love you...
Inye... tennoio... / I also...for eternity...
...pella annun. / Beyond the West (Valinor.)
Hir nin / my lord
Arandur/ butler (literally: steward, but I couldn’t find the word for butler.)
Heru Nin / My lord (an older Quenyan form for “My lord.”)

Names:

Faervel (strong spirit) / Friend of Legolas; an artist in Mirkwood; spouse of Talagan
Talagan (harper) / Friend of Legolas; a warrior in Mirkwood; spouse of Faervel
Aphadon (follower) / Brother of Faervel; killed in the massacre of Legolas’ patrol
Hisel (wise eyes) / Faervel and Talagan’s daughter; twin to Galen
Galen (Lasgalen; green leaf – alternate version of the name Legolas) / Faervel and Talagan’s son; twin to Hisel
Hanan (Compassionate (Not an Elvish name, I think the origin is middle eastern. And considering the character, the meaning is ironic.)) / Esarulir’s spy in Mirkwood. Secretly, supporter of a faction seeking to restore to power Mirkwood’s ancient Royal House, as represented by Esarulir.
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