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To Love and Be Loved	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2074 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Love and Be Loved

Rated NC17

Summary: Legolas has his first close brush with death. AU, Slash

Author: Emmess

Chapter 5

Galion smiled to himself, watching the Prince sink as low in the tub as he could possibly get. Since Legolas had reached his majority, Galion had been aware that the young Elf had blossomed into a most beautiful creature, just as he had been equally aware of the looks that the Prince received from both Ellyn and Ellith, although it appeared that Legolas, himself was oblivious to them. His innocence in the ways of love were obvious to the other Elf as well, and Galion found Legolas' unawareness of the unconscious sensuality he projected as well as his ignorance of his own beauty to be quite endearing…and appealing.

Stripping himself of his robes so as not to get them soaked while tending Legolas in his bath, Galion kept his own counsel as he knelt beside the tub, and prepared to wash the Prince's hair and body with the sandalwood scented soaps he had readied.

Legolas tried desperately to not think about the near naked Elf who knelt next to the tub, or about strong, yet gentle fingers that massaged his scalp with the perfumed soaps. He, of course, failed miserably. Try not thinking about a white oliphaunt - it can't be done. He nearly groaned aloud as he felt his erection stiffen further, beginning to ache dully while a needful feeling in the pit of his stomach intensified.

After rinsing his charge's hair clean of the soap suds, Galion went to work on the tense shoulders of the Prince, trying to work out the sudden kinks in the broad shoulders. He felt Legolas' skin ripple under his touch and saw the redness creeping back up the Prince's neck that was caused by more than just the hot water.

Coming to a decision, Galion dipped his head forward, allowing his own hair to slip into the water, pressing his lips against the soft, wet skin of Legolas' shoulder.

Legolas stiffened at the feel of those pliant, warm lips teasing at the flesh of his shoulders. He involuntarily turned his head toward the source, coming face to face with Galion.

Reaching one hand up to stroke the side of Legolas' face, Galion said nothing, but the look in his eyes told Legolas everything he needed to know. The Prince's eyes widened as Galion helped him from the tub, wrapping him in a soft, absorbent blanket, and led him back into the bedroom.

Legolas was at a loss. His body desperately wanted to feel those lips on his skin again; longed to feel those strong, yet gentle fingers caress his flesh, but was unsure of how, or if, to proceed. Not only had he never attempted such a joining with an Ellon before, but this was Galion, for Eru's sake - one of his oldest and dearest friends, as well as the family's most trusted servant.

Sensing Legolas' uneasiness and uncertainty, Galion paused before reaching the bed. Turning to his charge, he again stroked Legolas' soft cheek, looking him directly in the eye. "We need not do this, if you do not wish it, Legolas…I am more than willing, but you must be also. If you are not, we will simply go about our business as usual, and never speak of it again."

Legolas looked down for a moment, biting on his lower lip. He found that he, too, desperately wanted this…wanted to feel this Elf's hands on his body, his mouth on his body…and wanted to put his hands and mouth on Galion as well. Looking up, Legolas chose to forgo words, instead leaning forward and brushing his lips against the Elfservant's.

Smiling a soft smile, Galion returned Legolas' sweet kiss with one of his own - more ardent, more forceful, but still not the overwhelming ravaging of Legolas hot, moist cavern that Galion now realized he craved. Still, ever the caretaker, he resolved to take this slowly with the young Prince - to take it at Legolas' pace, and not his own.

Legolas' doubts were cast aside with that kiss, his hands sliding up Galion's naked chest to wrap their fingers in that fiery gold mane, pulling Galion's head closer to his own. His tongue felt Galion's own thrust against it, invading his mouth, searching and tasting, and fought for dominance with it.

Galion was pleased with Legolas' response, finding himself growing hard within his leggings as he felt the Prince's iron heat rub against his groin through the thin fabric. His hands fell from Legolas' face to quickly untie the lacings of his leggings, letting them drop to floor. Never ceding the war of tongues, Galion kicked off his soft suede boots, and stepped out of his leggings, rubbing his now erect Elfhood wantonly against Legolas' own shaft, his arms sliding around the younger Elf's back, pulling him closer.

Moaning into Galion's mouth as he felt the older Elf's rigid length dance with his own, Legolas let his hands wander down from Galion's hair to his shoulders, his long, slender fingers feeling each ridge and valley and the silken skin that covered them. His own skin rippled under Galion's touch, and he moaned again as Galion's hands slid lower, cupping Legolas' cheeks, squeezing them gently.

Without warning, Galion hands lifted Legolas in the air, allowing the Prince's legs to straddle his waist. He walked the few feet to the bed carrying his lovely burden, setting him down gently on the soft mattress before climbing over him. Suspending himself over Legolas by his corded arms, he looked deeply into the younger Elf's cerulean eyes. Slowly he lowered himself to lay atop the Prince, his full length matching Legolas' inch for inch.

Legolas moaned yet again, as Galion dipped his head to suckle fiercely at the skin of his throat. Feeling his Elfhood weeping, Legolas squirmed under Galion, his hands roaming freely from the older Elf's buttocks up his back, and down again.

Galion's satiny lips closed over one of Legolas tiny, rosy nipples, teasing the minute nub into a hard point, drawing a moan from Legolas' own lips. Gripping Galion's shoulders, he deftly flipped the older Elf onto his back, Legolas positioning himself in the same spot Galion had so recently held over him, his own mouth sucking hard at Galion's peach-colored nipple. Legolas' strong fingers harried the other, twisting the hard little nub between them, making Galion swear softly.

In one smooth movement, Galion rolled Legolas again onto his back, growling at the young Prince to stay put. When Galion's tongue began to lick at the soft flesh of Legolas' belly, the Prince was inclined to do just that. When Galion's hot mouth descended on the head of Legolas' Elfhood, wild horses could not have dragged the Prince from his position on the bed. When Galion's fingers found Legolas' ringed entry, hidden between the cleft of his cheeks just below his swollen sac, and breached it, Legolas would most likely have killed anyone who tried to get him to move.

His hips pushing his turgid shaft up into Galion's mouth, his hands pushing the Elfservant's head down onto it, as two fingers pumped rapidly in and out of his opening, Legolas felt his orgasm begin to build in his belly, fire shooting through his system. He cried out loudly as he came, feeding his hot essence to Galion, the bed creaking fiercely as he nearly bounced them both onto the floor.

Nearly snarling, Legolas again flipped the Elfservant onto his back, attacking the reddened, throbbing shaft of the older Elf with his mouth and tongue. His fingers now sought the tiny, tight opening between Galion's buttocks, sliding into the silken sheathe, causing Galion to swear again. This time however, Galion made no effort to move from his position, instead only spreading his legs wider to allow Legolas easier access to his private places.

Teeth grazing the soft, delicate skin of Galion's weeping member, Legolas felt the shudder that heralded the Elfservant's climax, tasting an Ellon's seed for the first time. Seductively, he licked the salty fluid from his fingers, looking up into Galion's cornflower blue eyes with his own bright blue ones, a now-knowing smile gracing his lips.

Crawling up the older Elf's body, Legolas kissed him deeply before pulling away. Bending his head to whisper into Galion's ear, Legolas said, "And you, my friend, have left ME a bit better than I was when you found me…and for that, as well as everything else you have done for me, I will forever be in your debt."

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Never again did Legolas taste of Galion's charms, for soon after, when Legolas had been deemed fully recovered, his father had sent him as an emissary to Imladris, finally finding it in himself to be able to acknowledge his son as a capable adult. While at Elrond's House, during a council meeting, Legolas made the decision to accompany eight others on a most urgent quest, delaying his return to Mirkwood for an extended period of time.

In his absence Galion sailed West, his service to the King's family at an end.

Legolas thought often of Galion, and his words to him the night they had made love together. It was Galion's words that often gave him both solace and strength during the ordeal of the War of the Ring.

"To love, my Prince…to love and to be loved. To leave this world a tad bit better than we found it."

And he did.

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