Two Hearts
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6
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Two hearts
Title: Two Hearts
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
Feedback: Yesss, we wants it, we wants it!
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Chapter 6 - Two hearts
Tears of bitter regret slid down Aragorn’s face. Distant bittersweet memories flooded his mind – the long, blond hair swishing in the sun as Legolas had danced through the forests he loved, showing his friend the hidden places of extraordinary beauty missed by men. It had been like the Elf had shown him a map of his heart.
Suddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet and crossed the floor swiftly to Eldarion’s crouched form.
“Son, where have you spent time with him? Where was he most happy? This is important, was there one place above all?” Aragorn asked urgently as he knelt down to grasp his son’s shoulders and look searchingly into the liquid blue eyes.
Eldarion met his father’s gaze with renewed hope and replied immediately, “The hot spring!”
Aragorn knew that Legolas could not be tracked by trail in the forest for the Elf left none, but he could be tracked by his heart. They took off down the narrow path one after the other. The three of them ran like their own lives depended on their speed.
As they crested the hill and looked down at the hot pool they stopped in their tracks. Eldarion sank sobbing into Arwen’s arms from the sight of the hot pool. Legolas was not there. There was no comfort Arwen could bring to her son as his last hope faded. Aragorn stood apart from them, strangely unmoving. Silently he placed his hand on Eldarion’s shoulder and motioned for him to walk toward the pool. Eldarion didn’t understand, but he blindly obeyed, picking his way down through his tear blurred vision. When he stood
at the edge of the pool he looked back up at his parents. Aragorn motioned for him to turn around and his breath caught as he did so. Legolas stood silently before him. Eldarion could see the strengthening shreds of gray making their final claim within.
“No! Legolas, please do not leave me. Look!” he said desperately as he took Legolas’ head in his hands and forced the Elf to look up at Aragorn standing on the ridge above them.
The King and the Elf regarded each other for a long time. Eldarion frantically looked back and forth between them, trying to understand them. A conversation of expressions passed between the two: Aragorn’s regret; Legolas’ pain; Aragorn’s pain; Legolas’ request for forgiveness for upsetting the family; Aragorn’s reassurance and request for forgiveness; Legolas’ acceptance; Aragorn’s understanding and encouragement; Legolas’ surprise and disbelief. Aragorn waved to them both with a broad smile before wrapping an arm around Arwen and turning with her to walk back to the court. Eldarion looked into Legolas’ uncomprehending eyes. Shaking the Elf back from the gray he had been sliding back into, he spoke urgently, “He understands now! There is a heart for you. My heart!”
Legolas silently conveyed his understanding through his body as he stepped forward and started to remove Eldarion’s clothing. The Prince started to help, but the Elf gently brushed his hands aside. Legolas beheld Eldarion as if for the first time as he unfastened each tie, removed each garment, and ran his fingers along each smooth piece of skin thus revealed. Eldarion understood that for Legolas it was his final acceptance that the one who stood before him was really his. The sensual Elven touches were driving him wild, and it was all he could do to stand patiently and wait for the Elf to get to the straining shaft bulging in his leggings.
However, Legolas took his time as he sank with Eldarion to the bed of fallen leaves. Long fingers that released arrows with deadly accuracy now traced their way across the uncharted chest, seeking to reveal the targets of sensation within the Prince. As he felt the body beneath him respond to his ministrations, he made a mental map of Eldarion’s comfort pattern.
Eldarion was moaning and trembling with desperate need by the time Legolas finally freed the Prince’s erection, but instead of touching it, he swiftly removed his own clothes, freeing his own erection. Then he took Eldarion by the hand and led him into the hot spring. They waded over to the rock sill. Legolas motioned for Eldarion to sit. The Prince sat and watched. Fair hair submerged under the water as Legolas reached deep beneath one of the rocks. He rose to the surface holding a handful of a clear gelatinous plant that grew where the sun could not reach. He squashed it in his hand before rubbing it over their erections.
Legolas had been grasping the reality of his possession of Eion’ion’s body with his hands, and now he experienced it with his mouth as he moved his hips between the Prince’s spread legs and reached forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. Eldarion parted his lips to invite more. Legolas accepted the invitation by sliding his tongue in and letting Eldarion stroke it with his own. Then he withdrew it to invite the Prince to explore.
Eldarion felt the warm water running under his back and the warmth of Legolas’ body pressed over his own. His hips bucked as he felt their erections touch. Legolas ground against him in a deliberately slow rhythm. Eldarion moved his own hips in an attempt to increase the tempo, but Legolas backed away.
“Patience my young one, this is not a destination we shall hurry to!” Legolas chided him playfully as he climbed on to the rock sill, turned around, knelt down with a leg on either side of the impatient one and began to work on Eldarion’s penis with his mouth and free hand. From that position he could control the other’s release more effectively.
However, Eldarion soon had other plans. The delectably round globes nestled between the legs parted over him were too much to resist. He reached up and tentatively feathered them with his fingers. The sight of them jiggling in front of him drove him wild, and he started stroking them harder, timing his caresses with what Legolas was doing with his own hand.
Legolas gasped as he breathlessarnearned, “Stop that or you will be the undoing of us both!”
Eldarion craned his head up to lick one of the lovely round fruit now that it had been forbidden.
“By the grace of Elbereth!” Legolas shuddered as the pleasure burning in his loins tore at his concentration.
Eldarion reached up with his other hand and grasped the erection he had teased to fullnesth hth his disobedience. He tugged, licked and massaged out a sequence of sensual delights. Each of Legolas’ moans goaded him on to greater boldness.
“No! This is not what I…oh!” Legolas began, but Eldarion had memorized Legolas’ comfort pattern and had begun to trace a miniature version of it on the Elf’s testicles with his tongue.
Stripped of his ability to think, Legolas was reduced to moans of helpless pleasure as he collapsed onto his elbows, his face resting on Eldarion’s thigh as the younger one stroked and licked relentlessly on his self-appointed mission. Drowning in the rhythm that would not be denied, Legolas lost control of himself and ejaculated onto Eldarion’s chest with an outward breath of explosive passion.
“We will have to work on your endurance!” Eldarion giggled.
Legolas whipped around and looked wickedly into Elon’son’s eyes as he took hold of the young one’s penis once again and started stroking with a blindingly erotic rhythm of his own. Eldarion cried out for mercy in a protest he obviously did not mean.
A broad grin stretched across Legolas’ face as he asked, “And what will you now teach me about such endurance, o' young master?”
There was no answer from Eldarion as, in even less time that it had taken to undo Legolas, Eldarion was milked clean by the firm strokes of the Elven hand.
The two of them sank giggling back into the hot spring.
---
They returned to the court and found a banquet of a meal waiting for them along with Aragorn and Arwen’s smiling faces. The four of them sat around the table laughing and talking of the past, present and future. Legolas accepted the invitation to stay on with them.
---
A few days later Legolas presented Eldarion with a finely crafted tunic. Elegant blue lines curved their way across the forest green fabric. The Prince hastily put it on and asked how it looked. With a meaningful smile, Legolas began to trace along the blue lines with one finger…
END
plot bunny niggles to continue...hmm
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
Feedback: Yesss, we wants it, we wants it!
bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 6 - Two hearts
Tears of bitter regret slid down Aragorn’s face. Distant bittersweet memories flooded his mind – the long, blond hair swishing in the sun as Legolas had danced through the forests he loved, showing his friend the hidden places of extraordinary beauty missed by men. It had been like the Elf had shown him a map of his heart.
Suddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet and crossed the floor swiftly to Eldarion’s crouched form.
“Son, where have you spent time with him? Where was he most happy? This is important, was there one place above all?” Aragorn asked urgently as he knelt down to grasp his son’s shoulders and look searchingly into the liquid blue eyes.
Eldarion met his father’s gaze with renewed hope and replied immediately, “The hot spring!”
Aragorn knew that Legolas could not be tracked by trail in the forest for the Elf left none, but he could be tracked by his heart. They took off down the narrow path one after the other. The three of them ran like their own lives depended on their speed.
As they crested the hill and looked down at the hot pool they stopped in their tracks. Eldarion sank sobbing into Arwen’s arms from the sight of the hot pool. Legolas was not there. There was no comfort Arwen could bring to her son as his last hope faded. Aragorn stood apart from them, strangely unmoving. Silently he placed his hand on Eldarion’s shoulder and motioned for him to walk toward the pool. Eldarion didn’t understand, but he blindly obeyed, picking his way down through his tear blurred vision. When he stood
at the edge of the pool he looked back up at his parents. Aragorn motioned for him to turn around and his breath caught as he did so. Legolas stood silently before him. Eldarion could see the strengthening shreds of gray making their final claim within.
“No! Legolas, please do not leave me. Look!” he said desperately as he took Legolas’ head in his hands and forced the Elf to look up at Aragorn standing on the ridge above them.
The King and the Elf regarded each other for a long time. Eldarion frantically looked back and forth between them, trying to understand them. A conversation of expressions passed between the two: Aragorn’s regret; Legolas’ pain; Aragorn’s pain; Legolas’ request for forgiveness for upsetting the family; Aragorn’s reassurance and request for forgiveness; Legolas’ acceptance; Aragorn’s understanding and encouragement; Legolas’ surprise and disbelief. Aragorn waved to them both with a broad smile before wrapping an arm around Arwen and turning with her to walk back to the court. Eldarion looked into Legolas’ uncomprehending eyes. Shaking the Elf back from the gray he had been sliding back into, he spoke urgently, “He understands now! There is a heart for you. My heart!”
Legolas silently conveyed his understanding through his body as he stepped forward and started to remove Eldarion’s clothing. The Prince started to help, but the Elf gently brushed his hands aside. Legolas beheld Eldarion as if for the first time as he unfastened each tie, removed each garment, and ran his fingers along each smooth piece of skin thus revealed. Eldarion understood that for Legolas it was his final acceptance that the one who stood before him was really his. The sensual Elven touches were driving him wild, and it was all he could do to stand patiently and wait for the Elf to get to the straining shaft bulging in his leggings.
However, Legolas took his time as he sank with Eldarion to the bed of fallen leaves. Long fingers that released arrows with deadly accuracy now traced their way across the uncharted chest, seeking to reveal the targets of sensation within the Prince. As he felt the body beneath him respond to his ministrations, he made a mental map of Eldarion’s comfort pattern.
Eldarion was moaning and trembling with desperate need by the time Legolas finally freed the Prince’s erection, but instead of touching it, he swiftly removed his own clothes, freeing his own erection. Then he took Eldarion by the hand and led him into the hot spring. They waded over to the rock sill. Legolas motioned for Eldarion to sit. The Prince sat and watched. Fair hair submerged under the water as Legolas reached deep beneath one of the rocks. He rose to the surface holding a handful of a clear gelatinous plant that grew where the sun could not reach. He squashed it in his hand before rubbing it over their erections.
Legolas had been grasping the reality of his possession of Eion’ion’s body with his hands, and now he experienced it with his mouth as he moved his hips between the Prince’s spread legs and reached forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. Eldarion parted his lips to invite more. Legolas accepted the invitation by sliding his tongue in and letting Eldarion stroke it with his own. Then he withdrew it to invite the Prince to explore.
Eldarion felt the warm water running under his back and the warmth of Legolas’ body pressed over his own. His hips bucked as he felt their erections touch. Legolas ground against him in a deliberately slow rhythm. Eldarion moved his own hips in an attempt to increase the tempo, but Legolas backed away.
“Patience my young one, this is not a destination we shall hurry to!” Legolas chided him playfully as he climbed on to the rock sill, turned around, knelt down with a leg on either side of the impatient one and began to work on Eldarion’s penis with his mouth and free hand. From that position he could control the other’s release more effectively.
However, Eldarion soon had other plans. The delectably round globes nestled between the legs parted over him were too much to resist. He reached up and tentatively feathered them with his fingers. The sight of them jiggling in front of him drove him wild, and he started stroking them harder, timing his caresses with what Legolas was doing with his own hand.
Legolas gasped as he breathlessarnearned, “Stop that or you will be the undoing of us both!”
Eldarion craned his head up to lick one of the lovely round fruit now that it had been forbidden.
“By the grace of Elbereth!” Legolas shuddered as the pleasure burning in his loins tore at his concentration.
Eldarion reached up with his other hand and grasped the erection he had teased to fullnesth hth his disobedience. He tugged, licked and massaged out a sequence of sensual delights. Each of Legolas’ moans goaded him on to greater boldness.
“No! This is not what I…oh!” Legolas began, but Eldarion had memorized Legolas’ comfort pattern and had begun to trace a miniature version of it on the Elf’s testicles with his tongue.
Stripped of his ability to think, Legolas was reduced to moans of helpless pleasure as he collapsed onto his elbows, his face resting on Eldarion’s thigh as the younger one stroked and licked relentlessly on his self-appointed mission. Drowning in the rhythm that would not be denied, Legolas lost control of himself and ejaculated onto Eldarion’s chest with an outward breath of explosive passion.
“We will have to work on your endurance!” Eldarion giggled.
Legolas whipped around and looked wickedly into Elon’son’s eyes as he took hold of the young one’s penis once again and started stroking with a blindingly erotic rhythm of his own. Eldarion cried out for mercy in a protest he obviously did not mean.
A broad grin stretched across Legolas’ face as he asked, “And what will you now teach me about such endurance, o' young master?”
There was no answer from Eldarion as, in even less time that it had taken to undo Legolas, Eldarion was milked clean by the firm strokes of the Elven hand.
The two of them sank giggling back into the hot spring.
---
They returned to the court and found a banquet of a meal waiting for them along with Aragorn and Arwen’s smiling faces. The four of them sat around the table laughing and talking of the past, present and future. Legolas accepted the invitation to stay on with them.
---
A few days later Legolas presented Eldarion with a finely crafted tunic. Elegant blue lines curved their way across the forest green fabric. The Prince hastily put it on and asked how it looked. With a meaningful smile, Legolas began to trace along the blue lines with one finger…
END
plot bunny niggles to continue...hmm