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Clad
in soft greens laced with gold, was Glorfindel. �Legolas,� he said quietly, and
he turned and looked into my eyes. We both knew, and now I was frightened.
Unconsciously I pulled back the sheets and slid between, drawing the blankets
over my knees as if that would keep him away.
He
crossed the room to me, and I waited for him to push me back on the bed, move
my legs apart, and begin thrusting with his fingers. But he did not, and we
stared at each other for a long moment. I longed for it to be over so I could
yank the sheets over my head and forget.
But
then Glorfindel did the strangest thing: he touched my face with his
fingertips, and kissed me on the lips. He hit half of his mark; half of my
mouth at least. His hands were trembling and he looked slightly embarrassed,
but he continued to stroke my face.
For
a moment I was shocked at his tenderness. This was odd, but I liked it. It was
gentle, and he seemed kind.
Encouraged
when I smiled, he leaned forward and kissed me again, and this time it was not
so awkward. Actually, it was nice. I could still taste his skin after he pulled
away. He smiled, and kissed me again, followed by the quickest of pecks.
This
was different. Glorfindel was different. Instead of domination his eyes seemed
to seek permission, which I granted with a soft laugh as warmth spread from my
chest over my limbs.
Glorfindel
laughed too and pulled me close as I wrapped my arms around him. His body was
hard and dangerous yet soft and tender at the same time, like a sword blade
wrapped in velvet. I ran my hands up and down his back, over his chest, and he made
soft little sighs and did the same to me.
Now
I was more curious than afraid or dreading, and I decided I liked this. His
touch was comforting instead of invasive and frightening. I lay back and he relaxed
his full weight atop of me as I kissed him once on the jaw, then carefully on
the mouth. I did not want to miss my mark.
He
smiled. I had made him happy. His hands were not trembling anymore as he began
to stroke my neck, then down. Glorfindel�s fingers
played with my collar, as if he were uncertain as to how do undo the clasps or
of what lay beneath.
I
tugged at the hem of his own tunic, and he sat back and allowed me to pull it
over his head for him. The sight of so much smooth golden flesh made me shiver,
and throwing the tunic aside I grabbed him and pulled him to me again; he let
out a long �oooh,� his eyes growing round as I
stroked up and down his back.
Now
he was eager. Hesitating no longer he worked the clasps open down the front of
my wrap, hands trembling and fumbling a little bit in their haste. Finally he
slipped both his hands into the slender opening and I felt them fan out over my
chest, across my nipples. He looked pleased when I shuddered and moaned.
The
touching was wonderful. I had no idea until then that skin could be so
sensitive or that stroking and nuzzling could feel so good. We fondled every
inch of each other we could reach, breathing increasing as we grew more
frantic.
My
groin was growing hot and hard, something I had never experienced for myself
before, and I wanted to know if he was too. I reached for the waist band of his
leggings and pulled, letting my hands spread out over his backside and clench
over the hard muscles I found there.
Glorfindel
let out a cry and paused his ministrations over me to
kick his clothes aside, watching my reaction intently as my gaze settled
between his legs.
He
was erect and dark, something that before I dreaded but now that I was the same
was incredibly wonderful. Fascinated, I reached out one hand and wrapped my
fingers around the base, making Glorfindel moan. It was much hotter than I ever
thought he would be, hard and pulsing against my palm as I drew my thumb down
the length, over the fleshy ring and across the head, smearing fluid from the
pinpoint slit at the end.
Glorfindel
was shaking violently, stroking my hips absent mindedly with his fingertips.
�Now you,� he whispered, and reluctantly I let go of him.
He
drew the blankets back and I nervously shifted my legs. I had never given much attention
to my body once it had grown, and the sight of my own engorged genitals was as
much a new discovery to me as it was to him.
Almost
hesitantly he reached down and drew his fingers over my erection and scrotum,
which made white hot sensations blossom up and down my spine. Rewarded with a
groan, he began to stroke and caress and everything splintered apart and I went
slack. He kissed my neck and I clenched his arms, his shoulders, anything I
could reach as his hands moved faster, one between my legs and the other at my
chest.
I
felt myself grow harder and hotter, and my muscles all over began to twitch as
drips of fluid began to leak and slide between his fingers. A split second
before everything seemed like it would explode, he stopped and took my face in
both hands.
I
was panting and eager for something, but was not sure of what it was. Everything
he did was wonderful. Thinking he wanted his turn I reached down and cupped
him, but he took my hands in his own to stop me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and
dove beside the bed.
Peering
over the side I saw him rummaging frantically through his clothes. �What is
it?�
He
straightened and held up a small vial.
�Oh.�
I said, understanding as I remembered the oil that the Dark Lord used.
Glorfindel
settled atop again, and looked hesitant.
�Here,�
I told him, taking his hand and uncorking the vial with a flick of my thumb,
then tipping the slick fluid over his fingers.
Bending
over me we began to kiss and rub again, and he pushed two fingers into me and
began to search and stretch. Then he probed something deep inside that made me
go nearly delirious with pleasure, but as soon as the first wave of ecstasy
broke he pulled away.
Both
our hands were trembling as we fumbled for the vial, which had been re-corked
and was somewhere in the bed sheets. I found it first and poured a liberal
amount into my hand, and listened to him groan as I stroked it over him. His
eyes grew large and round when I lay back and lifted my knees, and I grabbed
his hips and pulled him to me, shifting my hips until he was pressed up against
my opening.
He
bit his lip and thrust with his hips, and then his apprehension crumpled and he
wailed.
It
was clumsy at first but we found our way. Never had being taken felt
pleasurable to me; instead of being a hot, foreign, and often painful invasion
I welcomed him, spreading my legs and wrapping them tighter so he could push
and grind into me, finding that spot that made me lose conscious effort of my
voice and body. We found an easy rhythm of skin sliding against skin, the
slight rustle of bodies moving between bed sheets, and sighs punctuated by
groans. Our faces hovered over one another to touch lips now and then, and
press cheek to cheek when pleasure proved overwhelming.
I
finished shortly before he did, exploding in a wet, milky rush. I shuddered and
tingled and held him close, treasuring his end as he twitched and let out a
cry, then nuzzled his face against mine, gasping. His heart was beating so fast
against my chest, and the outline of his ribcage pressed against mine as he
panted. His long fingers stroked my hair and I wound mine in his incredible
golden locks, growing drowsy, and without meaning to I fell asleep.
I
dreamed of a child, and the first thing that came to my mind, even before
opening my eyes, was that we conceived. There would be another, I thought, and
sighed to myself.
Hearing
me stir, Glorfindel rolled onto his side to face me, eyes alert and awake. I
was suddenly aware of the fact that I was very naked. �Ah, you did not sleep?�
I murmured, vowing to go back to my elvish
tendencies, and he shook his head.
�No�
but I wanted to stay,� he said almost shyly.
There
was a long pause. I was not sure if I liked him looking at me, even when he
smiled ever so slightly. He reached out his hand to touch my face and I turned,
away sitting up and being careful to keep the blankets bunched tight around me.
�Legolas?� Glorfindel asked softly, hesitantly.
The
sheets rustled and turning my head slightly I saw him sitting behind me.
�Are
you�� he stopped, and seemed to change his mind. �Are
you hungry? I could bring us something to eat.�
�You
push me away,� he said softly. �Let me love you.�
He
made it sound so simple. We were wed now after joining in body, our souls bound
together to rest forever as one in the Halls of Mandos.
But I knew nothing of love, of giving or receiving it.
In
a plea Glorfindel said again, �Let me love you.�
�I do not know how.�
�Nor
I,� he said.
�There
will be a child,� I said, voice dwindling into a peep as I changed the subject.
�I
know,� he replied, and held out his arms to me.
TBC
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