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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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Something was pulling Elrohir from his deep and dreamless reverie. As he broke through the surface of his slumber, he felt an erotic, warm and wet lapping sensation coming from below the blanket spread across his bare chest and legs, that of a talented tongue twisting and turning around him, trailing its way over the large vein protruding from the underside of his awakening shaft, flicking up and down on his most private of areas. These arousing sensations had his cock quickly coming alive and growing exponentially in length and girth with each pass of that teasing tongue working furiously up and down under the blanket there. Elrohir squeaked out a sharp yelp at this unexpected good morning surprise. His mind was still half wrapped in the sleep haziness of one being just woken when he suddenly and unexpectedly felt a mind numbing wet heat engulfed his now fully erect penis, as fire shot through his veins. He arched his back sharply, driving himself deeper into the wet, silky heat surrounding him. Throwing back the bedclothes, he watched the golden head of his lover move enticingly up and down on his engorged shaft in a slow and steady rhythm. Elrohir let out a long, drawn out groan as he felt Legolas take his shaft in mouth, all the way down to the base, his nose nuzzling into the springy curls of hair padding the bottom of his shaft. Legolas’ mouth was stuffed full with Elrohir’s cock, lips spit slick and stretched wide. Elrohir could barely contain himself at the sight.
Legolas lifted his head and looked Elrohir in the eyes as he pulled his swollen, cherry red lips up and off the crown of his cock, slowly and sensually licking his lips as if he were savoring a tasty treat. “Well,” Elrohir gasped out with a gulp, “this is a most pleasant way to wake u-uh-, ahhh,” Elrohir stopped short as he was once again consumed by his voracious lover. After a few minutes of spectacular suction and an agile tongue running up and down his length, ever increasing in speed, Elrohir could feel himself coming apart. His hips began thrusting of their own accord and he felt as if he were losing his grip on sanity. He clenched his hands in Legolas’ hair, holding on to those silky strands for dear life as his entire body began trembling. “I-I-I'm going t-to come,” Elrohir ground out between gritted teeth. Suddenly he arched up, body seizing and exploded with such a force, it took him by surprise. What shocked him even more was that his lover had manage to swallow every last drop of thick come that he offered up. Legolas continued to softly suckle and savor Elrohir until he was sure he had milked him of everything he had.
Flopping back down onto the bed from where he had propped himself up on his elbows in order to take in the whole lurid show his lover had put on for him, Elrohir was panting, struggling to gain his bearings and calm his racing heart. Once he had begun to recover, he pulled his melethron up face to face with him from where he had been resting his head on Elrohir’s thigh, lightly running his fingers up and down Elrohir's hip and side. Fusing his lips with Legolas’ and twining their tongues slickly together, he reached down to grasp Legolas’ member, which was still standing stiffly at attention, in order to return the pleasure his lover had just bestowed upon him. Legolas firmly grasped Elrohir’s hand and removed it from his aching cock. “As much as I would love to continue this little rendezvous,” he chuckled, feeling the sting of unfulfilled sexual desire pulsing in his groin, “It is almost dawn and you must leave for your patrol,” Legolas murmured huskily into Elrohir's slightly rounded ear, unable to keep his desire from his voice.
Legolas placed a brief, chaste, peck upon Elrohir's cheek. Falling laughingly short of quenching even one bit of his need and desire for his lover, Legolas stretched his neck up and he captured Elrohir's lips in a smoldering, fire fueled kiss. “I leave you with this to remember me by,” Legolas slurred, love drunk off of kisses, touches, and the aftertaste of his love in his mouth. He smiled that irresistible half smirk, half smile that sent Elrohir's heart palpitating wildly and placed one last lingering kiss to Elrohir's lips, before he pulled himself out of bed. Locating his clothes that had been flung haphazardly onto the floor in the heat of the moment last night, he dressed quickly, before he gave into the temptation to allow Elrohir to fling them off once again. He made his way melancholily toward the door. Throwing one last sultry glance over his shoulder, half-lidded blue eyes beaming and a small smile-- or was that a smirk?-- on his wicked mouth, he uttered, “Please, do find me when you have returned from your duties.” Turning, he exited Elrohir's chambers, hips swaying alluringly, pulling the door softly shut behind him.
Drawing in a great shuddering breath, trying to sort his swirling thoughts and feelings from this morning's encounter, Elrohir stretched and groaned at the early hour come already. He then rose from bed to prepare to leave for patrol, seeing as the sun was just beginning to make its ascent above the horizon. Dawn had come, too quickly it seemed and Elrohir swiftly made ready to embark on yet another of many patrols. This time, however, he had something he much looked forward to returning to. A quarter of an hour later, he and his unit were riding out into the crisp Autumn morn.
A few hours after their departure, he and his patrol troop were passing the inner boundaries of the Imladrian borders and Elrohir felt as if separated by a thousand miles from his lover. Now that he was out here in the wild, however, it was time to shift his focus to matters other than his newfound love, that is if he wanted to live to see beyond the coming week. Distraction was the best way to find yourself in trouble or killed during these increasingly dangerous times.Try the best that he may, if any found Elrohir a little more distracted on this patrol, or a bit frustrated and short tempered, only he knew the secret reason for that distraction. He pushed his thoughts of Legolas to the side the best he could while carrying out his scouting duties during the day, focusing on the enemy to take his mind off pining for his love. The evenings, when he did not have guarding duties were a different story. Many a night he lay in his bedroll and replayed the memory of that first night when Legolas had come to him in his room, boldly making the first move and placing his hands on Elrohir, or even better yet, the way he had decided to wake Elrohir with his tongue and mouth the next morning. These memories provided plenty of fuel for his night time fantasies, which he often added too from the sordid creativity of his imagination.
This particular patrol was largely uneventful, the unit encountering few dangers and struggling through drawn out days of stillness and silence. After what felt like an eternity of endless, lonely nights and repetitive, mundane days, he finally completed his extended leave and returned home well into the evening during that time of year when rhîw was beginning to reach its harshest. It had been snowing outside for the past three days and Elrohir was looking forward to a hot bath, warm bed and the even warmer arms of his lover. As soon as he could stable and care for his horse, he grabbed a handful of food the kitchen had prepared and set out for the returning warriors and bathed the weeks worth of filth and grime from his body in the barracks bathing hall, not wanting to much up his own bath. Changing into a warm set of sleeping pants and a loose sleep shirt, he headed from his cold, empty chambers down the hall to reunite with Legolas, knocking at his door even though it was well past the mid of night. Despite the late hour, he was well received by the sleepy but ecstatic prince, who greeted Elrohir by throwing himself into his lovers arms and covering him with kisses. “Oh how I've missed you,” he exclaimed, pushing a content but exhausted Elrohir into his body-heated, warm bed. Stoking the fire, Legolas returned to his bed to find Elrohir already beginning to doze off.
“Goheno nîn, meleth nîn,” Elrohir mumbled, half asleep. “So tired…”
Gathering Elrohir in his arms and running his fingers soothingly through Elrohir's hair, he replied, “Do not even think on it melethron. Rest here in my arms. This is all that I have needed since you have been away. Let me just hold you as we sleep.” And so the two drifted away to Lórien’s garden, where Irmo guarded their dreams.
After his return from patrol, from that next morning on, he spent his days attending to his duties and (and also daydreaming of his lover), while his evenings were dedicated to getting to know Legolas more and more with the passing of each day. While their evenings were often filled with long walks and conversation, as well as once in a while the company of others, late into the nights the couple often indulged in much more intimate activities than just talking with each other during these times. Not many a night passed without finding one wrapped up in the others arms and bed.
Perhaps Elrohir’s favorite memory came shortly after he returned. This event took place in mid Nínui. It was the Mereth i Meleth. This was a festival celebrating the love the the elves held for one another. It was a festival his mother had brought with her from Lothlórien, her favorite celebration from her childhood. Having just returned with his younger sister from a year and a half long visit to the Golden Wood, Celebrían was overjoyed to be returned home to her family, but was also a bit wistful for her homeland that she had just left. Because of this, she had really outdone herself on the festivities this year. The Mereth i Meleth was a festival to celebrate all kinds of love: the love between lovers and spouses, the love between friends, siblings and family relations and also the love for the Valar. Praise and honor were offered up to the Valar during this festival to celebrate the special love that they held for the firstborn and that love from the Eldar that was returned to them. The elves of Imladris were especially enamored of the Valar as they had returned their precious Glorfindel to them, the famed balrog-slayer and warrior. After being returned to Middle Earth many years ago, he had decided to take up residence in the Hidden Valley, bonding with the taciturn Chief Advisor to Lord Elrond, Master Erestor, who everyone not so secretly knew kept the valley running behind the scenes. Glorfindel also took command of the realm’s troops, helping to protect all within the valley. He infused the atmosphere of the realm with an overall uplifting sense of joy shining through his sunny visage and affable personality. Having Glorfindel returned by the Valar to stay with and protect them made the people of Imladris feel that they had a connection with the ancient spirits and they held the Valar in a place of honor during the festivities.
On the evening of the Mereth i Meleth, it was said that if one made an offering to the Valar (such as leaving a small but meaningful trinket or token or service to be rendered at the statue of one of the Vala) and whispered enchanted words up to the star speckled sky, a love-wish would be carried through the starlight, to the Valar and one may just be lucky enough to have their wish come true. Many used their wish to connect with their true love, reunite with a lost love or even reconnect with a long forgotten family member. If it were meant to be, much magic could be found on the evening of this lover’ festival. Elrohir would remember thinking back from the future about the wishes connecting with a Vala and that the only Vala he suspected heard his wish that evening had been Melkor for all of how things turned out down the line. But that was much further down the line. At that moment when he sent his wish, all seemed right and good in his world. While the memories could be painful, this particular festival Elrohir would hold dear to his heart as one of the best stand alone memories he had, when he could bear to think on it.
Having had time to calm himself, cool his heels and reflect while out on patrol, when he returned home, Elrohir had wanted to take things a bit slower with Legolas. He did not want to treat this thing between them as some kind of sordid fling. He did not want to disrespect the prince while he was here in charge of representing his home and he definitely did not want to feed the seedy gossip chains that inevitably popped up if a high profile relationship such as his were to go south. He wanted to take the time to truly get to know Legolas before joining his body with him. For the next few weeks after returning home, Elrohir had spent night after night engaging in dinners and conversation, sparring and chess, evenings out with friends and evenings in with a glass of wine with Legolas. There was also kisses and touches, sensual pleasure and fantasies to be played out in the dark of the night as well, but never once had they truly come together as their bodies so craved. It can be said that both were thoroughly frustrated by the time the festival came around.
The night of the festival there was feasting and dancing, storytelling and music. Elrohir kept Legolas close by his side, dining with him during the feast that had any and every culinary delight one could imagine. During the storytelling the two sat cuddled closely together, hands clasped together, they were the envy of many fair maidens. Elrohir felt like he had been wearing a goofy grin on his face all evening long, so happy was he at this celebration that he could not stop smiling. The pair danced closely together, song after song, finding it difficult to separate when others requested a turn on the dance floor. It was only years of manners and polite courtly behavior that had been drilled in the duo’s heads, due to their stations in life from birth, that kept them from declining the requests from others. Neither suffered any jealousy at seeing the other in another's arms so attuned to each other they were. They laughed in their minds at the thought that someone would think they could separate the pair and overcome one or the other that evening.
All night long the two exchanged stolen kisses, aimed sidelong glances at one another and took every opportunity possible to be in contact with each other, whether it be holding the other on the dance floor, or brushing hands while in conversation with other festival goers. Just before midnight the two slipped outside to hand in hand wander down the snow covered garden paths. They each offered up a small trinket to the statue of Elbereth Gilthoniel and spoke the enchanted words to the stars that were supposed to make their dreams of love come true. Each spoke in their hearts their truest wish, desperate to make this love lasting and true. For some time after that they continued to wander together under the stars, holding each other close and simply enjoying the other’s presence soaking in the atmosphere of love that permeated the air.
Eventually, they ended up back at Elrohir's chamber. Gazing into his lovers eyes, Elrohir knew that tonight was the night. Tonight he would truly join together with his love. Leading Legolas inside and to the bedroom, Elrohir stopped just short of the bed and took Legolas’ face in his hands. Kissing him deeply, Elrohir looked deep into Legolas’ eyes and professed, “Gi melin.”
Legolas eyes darkened with desire and he returned the sentiment. “Elrohir,” he husked. “You are mine. Gi melin, with all ind nîn, fëa, and hröa.” Reaching up and placing his hand behind the nape of Elrohir's neck, Legolas pulled him down into a soul consuming kiss.
Elrohir soon found himself laying bare, on the bed, Legolas straddling his thighs. How and when he lost his clothes he did not remember. All he could think about and feel was the flaring passion that was flowing through his veins and seemed to have taken the place of his life force. Legolas lowered himself to Elrohir so that they were chest to chest, skin on skin. Elrohir moaned deep in his throat and writhed beneath his lover as Legolas began to seductively flex his hips against him, trailing kisses from his lips, to jaw, to neck, where he licked and nibbled his way down to pebbled nipples, making Elrohir arch and writhe beautifully beneath him as he suckled the rosy buds. Both elves were unbearably hard and finding it difficult not to lose themselves in their eagerness. Sitting back up atop his lover, Legolas took a moment to gaze down at the flawless form before him. “I want you”, he whispered, eyes glazing over, high on lust and love. “Please, let me have you this night. I can take the wait no more. I need to be a part of you, and after, I will give you of all of me.”
“Yes, yes, take me!” Elrohir exclaimed, wriggling beneath Legolas where he lay trapped between his legs.
Legolas reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the half full vial of oil that lay on top. Gracefully sliding down his lover, he placed teasing kisses and licks, nipping with blunted teeth down his abdomen, across straining hips and in the tender area where hip met thigh. Elrohir could feel the hot breath on his throbbing member. Gasping, Elrohir cried out, “Enough of this torture. More! I need more.”
Seeing that his lover was slowly losing his mind and desperate in his passion, Legolas decided to provide some relief. Swallowing his lover down, he took his sac in hand and gently began to massage and roll the sensitive area. Elrohir lay panting, struggling to buck up into the seductive heat of Legoas’ mouth. But alas, it was not allowed to be as Legolas used the other arm along Elrohir's hips to hold him steady. Popping open the cork on the vial, Legolas coated two fingers with the viscous liquid. He placed a pillow under Elrohir's hips to tilt his pelvis upwards, and Moving his coated fingers down to Elrohir's rosebud opening, Legolas slowly worked one finger inside and began moving it in and out, stretching Elrohir to work on loosening the ring of muscle that was clenching down on him. Withdrawing this finger and recoating it along with another with more oil he proceeded to work a second inside as well. Once he was able to move the two fingers freely inside, he crooked them, seeking out that special bundle of nerves that would take any and all rational thought from his lover's mind. After a few passes, he struck in just the right area, which had Elrohir crying out and arching up in pleasure. Elrohir saw stars before his eyes and felt as if he were drowning in pleasure. He began pleading, “Please take me. Take me now.”
Legolas ran his hand soothingly over Elrohir's stomach. “Hush. Shhh. Soon. Soon I will be in you,” he comforted. I must prepare you well. I will not cause you any more pain than necessary. Legolas was a well built elf and wanted to be sure that he did not cause any damage or unnecessary pain for his love. Withdrawing his hand to add yet more oil, he returned with three fingers to Elrohir's opening. Pushing in, Elrohir felt the stretch and burn of this invasion, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure he felt when Legolas returned to stroking that sensitive area inside and brought his mouth to him, moving it in time with his thrusting fingers as he suckled up and down Elrohir's throbbing cock. Judging Elrohir to be as prepared as he could be after a few minutes of this pleasure laced preparation, he removed his mouth and fingers. Elrohir whimpered, thrusting upward at the loss.
Legolas quickly coated his length thoroughly with the remaining oil. Elrohir spread his legs, lifting his knees to his chest, offering himself up to Legolas. Legolas stared down at the perfectly debauched picture his lover made. He would never get enough of this. Lining himself up at Elrohir's entrance, leaning down, he whispered “Gi melin, an-uir.” Slowly he began to push in, maintaining eye contact with Elrohir, trying to ensure he brought the least pain possible. Elrohir gritted his teeth against the sting and burn of the invasion. He relaxed himself the best he could and focused on the pleasure until it began to outweigh the pain. Once Legolas was fully sheathed inside of him, he released the breath that he had not realized he was holding. Slowly the burning sensation faded away until all Elrohir could feel was an all-encompassing fullness. Wrapping his legs around Legolas’ waist he nodded to his lover to indicate that he was ready.
Legolas slowly pulled back and thrust back in with smooth controlled motions. He was shaking with the exertion to keep himself under control and to try not to thrust too wildly into his lover. Elrohir was having none of it. Wrapping his legs tighter around his lover he encouraged him to move faster. “More, pleeeaase,” he moaned out. Already at the brink of his control, Legolas could do nothing but acquiesce. Elrohir thrust his hips up to meet mis lovers rhythmic motions, digging his nails into Legolas’ back, leaving crescent moon shaped divots scattered about. He latched onto the princes neck, sucking, nibbling, licking, and leaving a trail of love bites to his collarbone. As the pleasure increased and the end rushed near, Elrohir began calling out incoherently. Legolas could hear catches of his name and the word ‘more’ as well as other jumbled phrases of affection.
Feeling himself about to become undone and rushing toward his own release, Legolas swallowed Elrohir's mouth in kiss after passionate kiss. He grabbed Elrohir's leaking shaft and used the precome that was now streaming down to lubricate his way as he stroked his lover in time with his powerful thrusts. Feeling himself near the tipping point, he choked out, “Mmm... sooo gooood! I-I-I'm so close, gonna come. Ooooh yes, come with me. Come with me. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” he repeated over and over. Elrohir pulled Legolas’ face down to him and enveloped his lips with his, swallowing his lovers cries as Legolas gave one last powerful thrust before his hips lost all sense of rhythm and control and he began thrusting wildly and coming spasmodically, with spurt after spurt of hot fluid flowing inside of Elrohir. Feeling the first release of hot liquid inside his body, Elrohir began to tremble with his manifesting orgasm which quickly rushed over him as well. Reaching his pinnacle of release and sharply crying out Legolas’ name, he came in a series several lengthy bursts, come spurting between the lovers and over Legolas’ hand as he continued to tug on Elrohir's shaft as he finished with a few wild pumps own and went still inside his lover..
As Legolas began to come down from his orgasmic high, he collapsed atop of Elrohir. Elrohir stroked his sweat slick back as he mumbled nonsensical words, making an attempt at calming both himself and his lover. As his member softened and slipped out of Elrohir, Legolas worked up the strength to lift up and roll off to the side. Now laying face to face, hands stroking any available patch of skin, the two lovers lay quietly for several minutes, just luxuriating in one another's presence. Eventually Elrohir worked up the ambition to rise from the bed and move to get some cloths and water for the two to use to clean up with. After several more minutes of relaxing in each other's arms, exchanging lazy kisses and promises of love and dedication, the lovers found themselves becoming aroused once more and coming together again. This next time it was Elrohir who took Legolas and had him screaming his name into the night. Just as Legolas had promised on that first night when he had stepped into Elrohir's chambers, the two made love time after time throughout the night, and neither were in any shape to sit atop of their mounts the next morning.
TBC…
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Translations (Sindarin)
an-uir- for eternity
eldar- elves
fëa- soul
gi melin- I love you
hröa- body
ind nîn- my heart
meleth nîn- my love
melethron- lover
Mereth i Meleth- (AU) Festival of Love (comparable to Valentine's Day)
Nínui- February
rhîw- winter
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