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Beautiful Dreamer	By : narcolinde Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4292 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Beautiful Dreamer
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Chapter 5
- 6-Six
- 7-Part Seven
- 8-Epilogue
- 6
- 7
- 8
Part Seven: Blended Soul

Glorfindel set Legolas on his feet to kiss him and lingered over the oral exchange, marvelling over his uncertainty; how tentative were these first touches of tongues and lips. Somewhere in his history he had done this a thousand times and knew exactly what pleased the pinioned Swallow, but Glorfindel wasn't sure it was he and could not manage to retrieve the memories anyway, feeling as awkward and diffident as the virgin he was. The kiss ended and he held Legolas pressed close against his chest, terrified to move and break whatever spell had arranged this pristine moment for them.

They stood gazing upon one another in wonder, both aware of the dream-like quality in the air they breathed and the thoughts running between them. Could this be happening in reality? Could they truly be standing naked in one another's arms about to share the one gift their hearts most desired to have?

Legolas smiled, for his part content whether it was dream or not. Content, for the mighty warrior's heart was beating with a strong, steady rhythm that matched his perfectly, their respiration rising and falling in concert, and the warmth of their connection, flesh against flesh, was comforting at the same time that it was exhilarating. He was fully aware of the press of hard nipples against his chest, the sensation of taut muscles beneath the velvety resilience of smooth, unblemished skin, and the heated fullness of their paired erections ensconced side by side between their bellies, but felt no need to enhance the experience by increasing the friction, relishing instead a new and delicious sense of anticipation.

Soon they would move from here to the luxurious bed tucked discreetly in the alcove, but right now they stood and simply held one another, for it had been long indeed and the need for that familiar cohesion was just as demanding as the urge to confirm their eternal bond. Ah, to have Glorfindel young and insecure and innocent; to be equal in status and contemporary in age; to be matched in every way as they had never been, this was a boon un-looked for and welcomed with humble joy. Legolas was happy and while he had known the emotion before, yet too often it was incomplete and overlain with sorrow.

He hastened his thoughts away from that comparison for this was bliss: Glorfindel's hands gently rubbing his spine, smoothing over his head, touching his shoulder, following the curve of his buttocks, wrapping him suddenly in a tight and protective embrace and rocking him slowly, kissing his hair and whispering in his ear wondrous words of love and gratitude, only to start over and repeat the gentle adoration. Every touch was filled with both consolation and an electric quality of eager exploration, a sense of Glorfindel confirming that Legolas was flesh and blood while simultaneously amazed that it could be so, that he held the archer naked against him, free to learn the contours and angles of his physique. It was seduction of a kind he had imagined but never known and he was not prone to hurry the consummation of their love.

He imitated these gentle liberties, hearing his voice respond in quavering delight to speak such soft endearments. Their eyes met and they smiled, lips sealing tenderly, less fumbling and more searing but still restrained, neither ready to unleash the pent desires smoldering slowly to white hot passion. The parting was sweet and they inhaled and released the same breath, snuggling back into a tight embrace, and resumed their romantic foreplay.

"Legolas," Glorfindel whispered, kissing the bare white shoulder.

"I am here," Legolas answered, the touch familiar, the sensation charged with memory he immediately suppressed.

He wanted to feel it all anew, everything he had missed his first time when body and mind were overruled by potent chemicals that stole from him forever the conjunction of wonderment, fear, and fretful fumbling inherent in a virgin's experience of sexual union. He wanted to feel it all with Glorfindel whom he loved. A tingling shiver ran through him, aware of the hot, thick erection against his abdomen, and he savoured it, both yearning to open his body to the powerfully potent ellon and worried about the pain that penetrating force must bring at first, for he was untouched in truth. Legolas wanted to whoop and dance in delirious abandon to know this mild dread, a proof of innocence denied him so long ago. This was as it should be, as he'd imagined it would be.

Then he sobered, for the bond they were about to solidify would overtake him utterly. He would be forever changed, a composite of ancient and new souls that were as yet still separate. Within his heart a resonating note of affirmation rang through that new part of him, allaying fully this concern; it was a transformation both aspired to achieve. A great fount of radiant gratitude welled up and spread through him, an outpouring of appreciation and love for which words could not account and even thoughts could not faithfully relay; it was a complete offering of spirit to spirit and was accepted with equal appreciation and a gentle nudge of reassuring communion that held its own bright spark of fear and anxious anticipation. He reached out in kind and it was like an embrace of hearts that at once comforted them both.

Legolas found there were tears upon his face and Glorfindel was kissing them away, beseeching him to speak and allay his worry. The words were in the ancient tongue and he mentally translated for his brother, smiling at the immediate and indignant chastisement; Legolas knew seven languages and spoke Quenya fluently.

"Say something, beloved, anything, so that I know you are well," Glorfindel begged.

"Foolish one, I am well. It is just a fantastic gift we are sharing here and now. Can you conceive it? Never has it been like this, none could imagine such a course of events possible, not even that clever healer and his clairvoyant henchman."

"A wondrous gift, to be sure, but then why these tears?"

"Tears because it is too much to contain such feeling, Glorfindel. I weep for the measure of happiness granted is greater than the burden of pain I so long endured. What can I do to repay such generosity?"

"Gifts need never be repaid," explained Glorfindel patiently. "Fate favours us at last; no need to ask why or how. Yet, Elrond and Erestor have played a part and I do feel gratitude to them."

"Ai, what are you doing serving these Noldorin princes, beloved? You are more lordly than ever shall they be and owe no thanks to them. I do not like to think of you bowing to their orders and cleaning their boots."

"I don't clean boots," growled Glorfindel but then he shrugged. "Manwë asked me to come here and so I did. You know why; will you make me speak the words after all?"

"Not if doing so will make you feel lesser. I do not want that. What I want," Legolas grinned suddenly and reached up to caress a face so dear it was painful to look upon it, "is for you to kiss me," he finished in breathless hope, heart leaping and eyes watching the firm red lips so close, so inviting.

They dived for him and he sighed aloud, opening to Glorfindel's tongue in exultant surrender and neither was as uncertain this time. Their third kiss ended in perfection at exactly the right moment and he found himself looking into the most astounding set of blue eyes he'd ever seen, the intensity of feeling therein enough to make him catch his breath.

"I will say it anyway, for it does not diminish me," Glorfindel announced in quiet humility. "I agreed so that I would not be above you in station when Námo reunited us." He smiled in self-mockery and chuckled as he softly rubbed a thumb across the archer's warmly blushed cheek. "Imagine my surprise to find you a prince of the mightiest and most long-enduring of elven realms on Arda."

"That was Alatamillë's doing, and Ada's," said Legolas. He and Glorfindel were nearly matched in height and he did not have to stretch far to take his own taste of the Balrog-slayer's mouth. Glorfindel did not resist but there was enough hesitation in the osculation to make him draw back sooner than he might have wished. He scanned the shifting lights in the uneasy eyes. "What is wrong?"

"I don't understand it," admitted Glorfindel. "You are with me, but what of that new bright soul, Legolas of Greenwood?"

Legolas smirked and cocked a knowing brow. "Oh, do you want him?"

"I did," admitted Glorfindel, dropping his eyes, "for he was so much like you before everything, before that night. So full of potential and so…I don't know how to describe him. Quietly noble, refreshingly unpretentious, adoringly naive." He was pleased to see a brilliant smile and a shy flutter of lashes accompany his stumbling words.

"I thank you, though I am not sure it is good to be awkward and ignorant. I really am not lacking in understanding, for I read everything about sex and the awakening of the body, terrified mine would never do so, yet the texts gave no information as to how it actually feels when it finally happens." Legolas paused and looked into the comely face so near, so dear. "It is wondrous, Glorfindel," he whispered and this time his lips trembled as they wandered over the graceful jaw and down the neck that bent to grant him access, a broad hand cupping the back of his head in gentle and possessive guidance. He settled his cheek atop a sturdy shoulder and smiled.

Glorfindel stroked his hair in silence, the other hand secured at the small of the archer's back; Legolas' arms wrapped about the Balrog-slayer's neck and waist. Eons of time flitted by in a matter of heartbeats and then the re-born warrior gathered his courage and spoke.

"Thranduilion?"

Legolas stirred in his arms and presented a mildly annoyed countenance. "Why do you call me that? I despise it and nobody calls my Ada 'Oropherion' nor do the Twin Lords of Imladris have to endure being referred to as 'Elrondionath'." Then his features reorganised and the expression was both forgiving and adoring. "Still, I do know why and it does not bother me much."

"Ai! Is this possible?" Glorfindel peered deep into the blue eyes of the ingenuous prince of Greenwood. He made to stand back from the person clasped in his arms but the archer's locked tighter around him.

"Nay, please don't; I need this," pleaded Legolas urgently. "Do not be frightened, Glorfindel; it is me."

"Duilinion?" stammered Glorfindel, totally bewildered, but he could not but respond to that heartfelt supplication and relaxed into their embrace. "Ai Valar, what is happening?"

"Don't be frightened," Legolas repeated, again settling his cheek against the swath of bright golden hair spilling over his beloved's shoulder. He squeezed hard and then let the hand secured at the Balrog-slayer's waist wander lower, palpating the thick muscles of the well-formed rear. The flesh quivered and a small sound of surprise arose and he smiled, giggling lightly. "You are a virgin, too, and just as naive as I. I thought my first time would be with someone experienced, much older. We will figure things out together, then." He lifted his head and met the worried gaze with a tentative smile. "You still want me?"

"Of course I want you, I just don't know who you are," Glorfindel blurted out. "I love you, but I don't think I know you at all. How can that be so?"

Now the face before him turned more sombre and serious and the soul in the vibrant eyes showed its ancient hurts again. "In many ways, you never did, beloved. It will not be like that now. You will have to see all the facets of my spirit this time, the good things and those that are not so pleasing, perhaps, to your rigid moral view. You could not look past the darkness then."

"Nay, not so. I loved you even knowing all that," argued Glorfindel uncomfortably. "So it is you and not Thranduil's son; you have possessed him and he is captive within his own body. Is that fair and right?" He was stopped by the sudden eruption of ebullient laughter that filled the room.

"It was my idea," announced Legolas, "and how can I be captive within my own body? Ah, Glorfindel, I feel for my brother deeply; you hurt him so."

"What? I did not mean to," blustered Glorfindel. He watched the shifting spirit behind the azure depths and drew a sharp breath. "This is maddening. I know you and yet I have no idea with whom I speak from one instant to the next."

"You are speaking to me. I am Legolas and I am here in your arms, complete but still torn and divided. Our union will close the wounds, Glorfindel, and stitch together my mind and soul."

"Then are you partially re-born or what? I cannot see what you mean, Legolas. The two of you are not separate and distinct beings?"

"I am unique," said Legolas, "and so is my half-brother, but we are also more than brothers. He is that side of me denied expression in Gondolin, the one you do not know because you could not see beyond the ugliness in which I was mired then. It is difficult to be noble and beautiful when you must forever crawl in the dust beneath the feet of the world."

"You were never ugly," refuted Glorfindel, "and you were more noble than many whose bloodlines were celebrated and glorified. I was a fool and I wounded you in the arrogance of my proud heart. How can you be here now, holding me close, kissing me, offering me a heart filled with love? Do you not hate me, Legolas, and is there no anger burning in your breast?" Glorfindel wondered if he was going to be punished for his unrelenting disparagement, thinking of the fury required to want to despoil Legolas so to make him as low and unacceptable as his counterpart. At once his heart flooded with guilty shame, for he was the agent of that desperate act. "I am truly sorry, so much more than I can say."

"You must say it," urged Legolas. "I need to hear it and know it is the truth."

"It is true, I swear it to you. What oaths can I speak to convince you? Gladly I will do so."

"If I went back in there and let them play their wretched games with me, would you scorn me anew?" Legolas asked, ignoring the fervent declaration. "There is pleasure in what they do and you know it well. Your memories contain that knowledge and you participated fully. How is it I was the one subject to such disgust, reviled and besmirched? Is it because my birth was too low?

"It must be so, for indulging the same sport did not sully your Lordly mien, Glorfindel, and Malantur was brought down by his allegiance to Meglin not for being the Master of my body." Legolas groaned and shifted against Glorfindel, his cock stiffening as it rubbed against the Balrog-slayer's engorged organ. "Do you not want to chain me up and punish me for wanting you to wait your turn and watch strangers fuck me until they could not get hard anymore? I enjoyed it; I would enjoy it again."

"Ai Valar," Glorfindel rasped, jolted by the erotic friction into a sudden flare of lust and he claimed Legolas' mouth passionately, possessively, sliding his hand into the narrow crease defining the archer's arse, seeking the sealed anus and rubbing it with his forefinger, pressing but not penetrating. "If there are to be games, then I will be the Master this time and grant access as I will it or no. Yes, I want to punish you. Why was I not enough to satisfy you, Legolas?"

"Ah, truth at last," growled Legolas, bumping back against the teasing finger, lungs working to keep up with his labouring heart. "Yet you cannot punish me in my virgin skin, for this is not Gondolin. Mayhap you are the one deserving punishment and I will subjugate you this time." He met the stormy countenance with open challenge, defiance in his voice and unshielded mockery in his tone. He nodded as the Balrog-slayer's eye cleared of both fury and lust and he gaped in chagrined realisation.

"Legolas, Legolas!" he cried in forlorn confusion, disentangling from the enticing cohesion and gripping the beautiful prince by the arms. "What is to be done? I will pay any price, aye, even to being your slave if that would convince you my heart is true. I am deeply aggrieved for what I have done, for what I was just thinking. Ai! My Lordly mien is sullied indeed but I was able to hide behind my titles and my stature in Turgon's court." He dropped to his knees and clasped both Legolas' hands in his, peering up into the silent face. "Forgive me, I enjoyed the games; I would enjoy them again. Yet I do not want to take that road, not now for I have you here before me, pure and innocent, untouched by those kinds of hungers. I would have your virgin skin and give you mine as well."

Legolas exhaled a deep sigh and smiled. "That is what I hoped to hear," he admitted, pulling one hand free to rest atop Glorfindel's head. "Neither of us deserve punishment, Glorfindel. What we had then was not unchaste so much as it was unacknowledged and unequal. That you can own your desires now, separate from mine, is to grant me at last the dignity of being a willing partner rather than sentencing me to the ignominy of the reprobate. You could not help what you thought then anymore than I could, for I believed as you did and thus I became debased and defiled."

"Nay, you were too young to comprehend such things and your Adar did not stand up for you and demand redress, as surely he should have done," stated Glorfindel.

He had more he wished to say but found his present location placed him in delectable proximity to the proud column of red flesh arising from the soft, honey-coloured curls and it was hard to focus on the past when the present was so much more inviting. He wanted to taste that lovely shaft and without pausing to consider if he should, out darted his tongue of its own volition, sampling the hot cock, swiping a slick wet trail at the base and half way up the pulsing vein. The flavour was rich and sweet at once and the response to his unplanned lick worked a huge grin on his face, for Legolas gasped aloud and snatched the hair under his hand.

"Oh, Glorfindel," he moaned, eyes locked on the triumphant eyes dancing with eager anticipation. "Are you…"

He had no need to complete the question for the mighty swordsman's hand reached for his slender blade and gripped it tight, pulling to tip it down, down, right down into the open mouth ready to receive it. Glorfindel's lips closed over his penis and Legolas gave a garbled cry of jubilant excitement, staggering so that his lover's other hand went at once to his hip and steadied him. All the while, a teasing tongue and sweet suction drew ever more of the distended organ into warm, wet confinement. Unbidden, his pelvis thrust forward and he wailed Glorfindel's name, for all of his cock was now concealed, half in the closed fist, half in the domain of that cavorting tongue.

The mobile muscle rolled over his glans and the faint pressure of teeth touched his shaft and Legolas howled. Spellbound, he watched Glorfindel retreat, withdrawing so slowly it was maddening and then the head popped free, slick and red, the sound so erotic it sent a pulse of energy bursting through his nerves, inspiring a quick buck forward. A bead of clear juice appeared at the orifice and Glorfindel's tongue zipped out and greedily lapped it up. The sensation robbed Legolas of thought, breath, and the ability to control his muscles. He jerked and danced to get back inside and at once the tip was enclosed behind the soft pressure of loving lips, there to be sucked, lapped, and verily devoured, all the while held firm and fast by the Balrog-slayer's hand.

Legolas squawked and wailed, caterwauled and cried, bellowed and bleated and emitted other noises he never dreamed would come from his mouth. He was also begging, so wantonly and so urgently it was as well his concentration was centred on what was being done to his cock. Then Glorfindel's hand let him go and settled on the small globes clustered close against the root of the organ, tentatively stroking them. Legolas shuddered and groaned, knowing now this intense experience was not going to last long. Vaguely and fleetingly he wondered about the etiquette of such a moment; should he pull out before he came? Could he? The questions lost relevance for at that moment Glorfindel chose to squeeze his balls at the same time he lapped over his slit, pressing against the sensitive opening. The surge of ecstasy that stabbed him was nearly painful and he froze, clutching tight to the thick tendrils of the flaxen mane, gaping into the glimmering eyes that flickered up to his.

A lurid gleam of triumph filled those beryl depths and Glorfindel renewed his efforts with increased vigour. He was so eager to make Legolas come he combined all the moves he'd used singly into a flurry of oral activity, watching the dazed and fervent eyes, encouraging the short quick jerks of hip and pelvis that made the resilient shaft drive deeper then retreat, rubbing across his palate so he could swab at the underside. Despite the heightened frenzy of the experience, Legolas was being very careful not to go too far and choke him and this made his heart swell with love.

He moaned, the vibrations working through the organ and he felt it twitch and strain and knew the moment had arrived. Again he squeezed the soft glands at the column's base and let his teeth nip into its tender tip and Legolas gave a frantic cry, wriggling in a confusion of instincts driving him to thrust hard and deep while simultaneously trying to pull out and spare his lover any undo trauma. Glorfindel held him fast, both hands on the writhing hips now, passionately triumphant as hot semen squirted over his tongue.

"Ah, Glorfindel!"

Legolas cried out long and loud, sobbing as orgasm claimed him and he pumped into the sucking heat. He felt the motion of muscles swallowing and the knowledge that Glorfindel had just consumed his seed gave him an extra thrill and released another small spurt of the vital fluid. Too soon it was over; he felt his cock growing soft and heard his pulse pounding, his breath struggling to supply him with air, his garbled exclamations of love. Again he locked eyes with Glorfindel and found there such an ocean of love and pride that he wished he could dive therein and submerge himself eternally within that noble heart. He smiled and bent down to kiss the crown of golden hair and only then did Glorfindel release him and stand.

Strong arms wrapped round him and he was kissed, that incredible tongue probing deeply and sharing the strange taste of his essence. They had to part for he could barely breathe and there they stood, still in the very same spot as before yet the two had travelled leagues in trust and wisdom.

"I love you," whispered Glorfindel.

"My heart is yours, and my soul and body, too," rasped Legolas between breaths, beaming at his beloved. "That was incredible. I think you remembered a thing or two."

"Perhaps so," laughed Glorfindel. "Are you displeased?"

"Nay, I am rapturous," sighed Legolas. He offered his mouth freely and it was willingly plundered. They parted and he presented a coquettish leer. "What have you done, Glorfindel? Am I still a virgin?"

"What a thing to ask," laughed the Balrog-slayer. "I think not, but plan to remove all doubt as soon as your racing pulse settles a little." He gave a strong thrust of his hips, forcing the length of his erection against Legolas' belly.

"Tawar nín Beria," intoned Legolas, but he was smiling and reached for the mighty organ, so thick and hard. He inhaled sharply as he fisted it. "Valar, you are heroically made. How am I going to get all of that inside my mouth?" He sent his love a teasing smirk and stroked the rigid flesh, watching to see if the tempo was right, the pressure enough, and like Glorfindel he remembered what to do without being consciously aware.

"Oh, yes, that's good," groaned Glorfindel, staring in avid fascination as the archer handled him. He rocked in and out of the delicious masturbation for a time, relishing the exhilarating frustration building in his loins. He lifted his eyes to Legolas and answered the cheeky grin with a snicker. "It is not going in your mouth, however."

"No?" Legolas' brows rose in feigned surprise. "Don't you want me to pleasure you?"

"Aye, but not that way," huffed Glorfindel, rolling into the hand with a grunting push.

"Then you want to come like this, spilling in my hand?"

"No, though the idea has its merits, too."

Legolas laughed and leaned in to kiss him, remaining close and nibbling his way to a very red ear tip, which he gently bit. Glorfindel startled and cried out, grabbing onto his arms, and the cock in his hands pulsed and rammed into him with such force that they staggered back a pace together. The power in the magnificent body sent a shiver running down his spine.

"What then do you want?" he asked breathlessly.

"I want to ravish you. I will spill inside you or not at all. I intend to claim you so thoroughly you will not be able to think of anything save how soon I'll be able to fuck you again," answered Glorfindel and he pulled the lethal fingers off him, hoisting Legolas up in his arms anew and bearing him to the waiting bed.

Yet the steps that carried him there were again short in distance but exaggerated in time and no sooner had he laid him down than Glorfindel had revised his plan. He climbed on the bed beside Legolas and studied him, still amazed to have the prince of Greenwood naked and spent, flushed and grinning, eager for whatever he might wish to do next, his to command.

"You are unbelievably beautiful, Legolas," he said quietly and drew near, running his hand over the firm muscles of an archer's chest, marvelling for the slender body was that of the young son of Duilin before his disgrace, before years of demanding practice wielding a heavy club developed and defined his biceps and shoulders. Glorfindel could not deny he preferred the more elegant physique on display before him and was disturbed; for what had he done to deserve this offering of his heart's desire? Nothing, and therefore all that was happening must be part of the cure to mend Legolas' spirit. The responsibility weighed heavy on his conscience, for a great part of that harm was his to claim.

"As are you," answered Legolas, peering at him closely. "What is wrong? This, if I understand the mechanics of the act rightly, is not intercourse."

Glorfindel smiled at his jest and again caressed the naked torso from nipples to navel, enthralled by the sinuous flex of muscles as Legolas' body followed the touch, arching into the motion naturally. Then he searched the questioning eyes trained upon him and spoke the words he should have said so long ago. "Do you understand that I love you?" he asked. "For truly I do. I want you as my mate and I want you for all time, the past and the present and the future yet to come. Will you have me, Legolas, and merge your spirit to mine?"

"Ai, Glorfindel," sighed Legolas. "Do you mean it?"

"I do. Say that you want the same."

"It is all I have ever wanted." Legolas reached for him and drew him down atop him, parting his legs to let Glorfindel rest between them. "Verily, I cannot love another and the pain of parting from you made me mad with grief and rage. Say that you will not ever leave me again, beloved."

"You know I can make no promise like that," admonished Glorfindel, "but I would never do so willingly. Is it enough?" He shuffled closer, the crown of his erection dragging along a lanky thigh, and shivered.

"It will have to be," sighed Legolas. "Make love to me, Glorfindel; make me yours." He ran his hands over the thick biceps supporting the noble warrior, fingering a small scar there, but his eyes never left the intense gaze trained upon him.

"Mine alone?" Glorfindel bent to take a taste of a scarlet nipple and remained a while, for Legolas liked it, moaning quietly and settling a hand to keep him there. The ripe red bud grew more tight and hot under his tongue and he left it with regret, but he would have his answer. The shining light in the prince's eyes made him grin but he waited still, eager to hear the confirmation at last.

"As you will it," said Legolas, "yours alone unless it would please you to share me. I am content with what I have right here." He shifted his leg to caress the heavy balls resting against it and the touch made Glorfindel jerk and slither closer, groaning as he bent his head to suck on the neglected nipple. Legolas whimpered and lifted toward the sensation. "Ai! That is exquisite. Will I get a turn at you as well?"

"All that I do to you are the very things I myself most enjoy," Glorfindel raised his head briefly, "so I certainly intend for you to have your chance, but I will have you first for my need has not been met."

"Your need is great," Legolas giggled and attempted to reach the rigid organ but could not for he was hindered by the weight of the body pressed against him. He could certainly feel it, though.

Glorfindel smirked proudly and resumed suckling, slowly soothing the slender frame beneath him, running his hand down the long torso to the hip, but then he moved back in the opposite direction and let the erect node slip from his lips, turning to examine what his hand had discovered. Legolas had a scar in his side, still pink and new, and that made him curious. He pushed up on his elbow, rolling to one side to have a better look and touched the sickle shaped mark lightly, watching to see if there was any pain. No indications were evident but Legolas was watching him intently, likewise leaning on an elbow to do so.

"Was it really a dragon bone that pierced you?" Glorfindel asked.

"Looked like one," Legolas shrugged. "Why? Does that blemish detract so much from my allure?"

"Nay, not so," insisted Glorfindel. He was stalling and they both knew it.

He tried reminding himself that he had done this plenty of times, though at the moment he couldn't manage to raise a single image of the two of them together. Even had he done so, all of those other times meant nothing for he had never ever sought to bond with Legolas, delighting in his flesh but refusing his heart. This was beyond their first sexual encounter; it was the beginning of their lives as mates. Mighty he was and bold, but the idea made Glorfindel nervous and insecure. What if he made a mess of things again? If he failed to please Legolas now, would their bond be null?

"I have other scars. There's an interesting one on my arse created when I sat on a dead spider, by accident of course."

"What?" The remark startled him out of his dire ruminations and he found Legolas smiling, a rather wry sort of expression as though he guessed what might be going through his lover's thoughts. Glorfindel shook his head. "How could a dead spider wound you enough to leave a mark?"

"The fangs were still on it and the poison sac was full of venom. It was my first spider kill, too."

"How," demanded Glorfindel, tone incredulous, "did you sit on the fangs of your very first spider kill?"

"You sound as though you doubt me."

"So then turn over and show it to me."

Legolas did, presenting his rear for scrutiny, smirking as Glorfindel completely forgot to look for the scar. This was as he intended, of course. He was not about to let the noble warrior become mired in worries about their history, not now when they were so close to achieving that for which he had so long yearned.

Glorfindel was mesmerised, staring at the tight mounds and the lovely dimples where the spine ended and the pleasing rump began, transfixed by the narrow crease within which lay the hidden opening. The scar was there, though it looked rather small to be a spider wound, but he scooted closer to bestow adoring lips upon the maroon imprint. Legolas twitched and Glorfindel grinned, reasoning he'd never been kissed on the arse before.

"I am sorry I doubted you," he announced and then proceeded to inspect Legolas' rear minutely.

He worked his way over the soft mounds of the buttocks, squeezing, licking, and occassionally planting little bites in honour of the dead spider who'd had the first taste. He turned Legolas a bit more on his stomach and lifted an interfering leg up toward his chest, opening that dark crease wide. Here was what he wanted and Glorfindel, though excited and eager to plunge inside the tightly puckered hole, was hesitant. He rubbed his fingers over it and Legolas startled and gave a short cry, growing tense and then relaxing anew. Glorfindel repeated the touch and a shudder pulsed through the fair warrior. The next touch must do more and he pressed down to let Legolas know what he planned.

The young prince adjusted himself accordingly, drawing his leg higher, tipping his pelvis a little more, exposing himself fully. A small shiver worked through the pale skin and raised a quick wave of gooseflesh that peppered his buttocks briefly, and he submitted himself to Glorfindel. Peering back over his half-turned shoulder, he watched the Balrog-slayer's mighty hands reach for him, felt the gentle pressure as his arse was oh so softly petted, Glorfindel's mouth ajar and his eyes glued to the sealed entrance. Then suddenly he lay flat, almost kicking Legolas in the shoulder as he did, and the next thing that happened made the prince squeal in surprise. That same gifted tongue was licking him there, poking gently but insistently at the tight hole.

"Ai, Glorfindel!" rasped Legolas, clutching the covers and trying to get his leg completely out of the way. "Are you going to…"

Again he did not need to finish the question, for the answer came from the slick tongue but not in the form of words. It wormed its way inside him and after the initial shock Legolas tried to relax so that Glorfindel could do as he willed and not be hampered. The wet muscle retreated and then speared him again and again he cried out, jerking on the mattress. He moaned, realising Glorfindel's tongue was fucking him and his cock began to harden. In and out it slithered, sometimes lapping and licking the tender perineum between invasions, Glorfindel's breath blowing cold over his hole. There was no means to delve deep enough to lave the hidden gland and after a time Glorfindel righted himself, turning to watch Legolas as he abruptly inserted his forefinger past the slippery annulus and pushed it in as far as he could go.

Legolas sucked in a noisy breath and held it, eyes hugely round as the thick digit withdrew slightly and then ploughed in again. It felt huge and the friction burned for the length of it surpassed the point where the tongue had bathed the way and made it slick. His eyes watered and he blinked, choking out a grunt and twitching as he tried to stay still and let it happen. Inside, the finger moved, pushing here and pressing there, probing and prodding and always pulling back slowly as though to build tension to enable a forceful thrust when it dived deep again. This was not exactly pleasurable as he defined the word but he gritted his teeth and gripped the sheets, strained and rigid under the onslaught, thinking he liked the tongue much better. His emerging erection flagged; he lowered his head to the mattress and groaned.

Glorfindel stopped and Legolas exhaled a gasp and fell lax, panting fast and shivering, for the finger was still inside him.

"You really do need a cock," muttered Glorfindel dejectedly. "Valar, is it supposed to be buried so deep?"

"You are asking," Legolas huffed gruffly, "the wrong person. Don't stop. Keep trying. It's got to be in there somewhere."

"All right, but try not to be so tense. Mayhap I can push in farther."

"I am trying," complained Legolas.

"Sorry, it is not your fault; you were obviously designed with my dimensions specifically in mind," Glorfindel joked lightly but the exasperated expression Legolas turned upon him proved the jest was not perhaps timed properly. The Balrog-slayer renewed his efforts with determination and growing anxiety. If he didn't find the spot soon, what then? Should he just bore in with his cock and hope to strike the right zone? Surely that would be less than pleasant for Legolas. Perhaps if he went faster.

Putting thought to deed, he worked the finger in and out with rapid, sharp stabs, not pausing or slowing, twisting the digit into various configurations as he sought for the right place to touch. He was aware of Legolas squirming now, his leg trembling, a low cry following nearly every jab and it was clear he wanted to get free of the finger but was fighting the urge with heroic effort. Disheartened, Glorfindel was ready to give up when Legolas' pelvis twisted just as he drove in again and this time the cry that issued from the Wood Elf's lungs was filled with unadulterated lust and included Glorfindel's name.

Exultant, the re-born warrior grinned as two tremendous eyes, the blue all but vanished in favour of dilated pupils dark and dreamy, peered at him in hopeful excitement.

"Do that again," croaked Legolas and held himself still, fearing to move in case the finger lost its way. Slowly he felt the digit's retreat and the fabric under his hold grew damp with sweat. His heart was loud in his ears and then he held his breath; the finger rammed in and struck him full on the prostate with its blunt, bony tip. Legolas screamed and shook, his cock flexing beneath him as his hips shoved backward against the pressure.

"That's what I was looking for," Glorfindel laughed, smug yet relieved at his achievment and proceeded to stroke the hidden gland repeatedly. In lascivious wonder he catalogued every contortion of Legolas' body: the scrambling legs that sought to reorient his arse for better access, the jolting pelvis bending into every inward push, the rigid shoulders and arms that worked to keep his body in exactly the right position. Legolas was obviously enjoying the attention and the constant stream of blasphemous pleas for more displayed his ample vocabulary of profane and obscene language.

Glorfindel decided to add a second finger. Legolas uttered a guttural grunt and went still again, body trembling, silent save for his gusting respiration, but he took it well and soon enough a high keening cry arose. At first Glorfindel was afraid he'd made him come too soon but a quick check beneath the awkwardly raised leg reassured him. The sheets were dry.

Emboldened, and desiring to hurry things a bit, he inserted a third finger and moved more slowly, working to stretch the virgin channel to better fit his girth. This produced a loud shout that was a mixture of indignation and encouragement such as the Balrog-slayer had never heard in either life-time and he smiled. Carefully he worked the tripled extremities as deep as he could, lingering over the sensitive spot with short sawing bursts of motion. The red rim of the anus flexed and tightened around his fingers and again Legolas cried out. Glorfindel's cock got impossible rigid and he whimpered.

"Please," Legolas gasped, "I am ready as I will ever be. I need something greater than your fingers to fuck me."

These were the words Glorfindel had been waiting to hear and his heart leaped. Carefully he pulled his fingers free, watching avidly as the hole closed back small and tight behind them. His mouth went dry; he was going to shove his cock in that snug ingress and ride the ripe round arse until he spilled. Instantly a silent prayer went out to Oromë and Tulkus for strength and stamina. With trembling hands he adjusted Legolas again, lifting him so that he could get both knees under him fully. Legolas turned a look of adoring trust, love, and incredible desire upon him and spread his legs wider, wantonly submissive.

"Take me," he ordered and was instantly obeyed.

With a lusty cry of victory Glorfindel mounted the exposed rear and drove inside, forcing his cock past the resistant ring of muscles. Dimly he heard Legolas issue a long wavering cry of pain and bliss and knew he'd found his mark on the initial thrust. The walls of the channel closed about his flesh and his balls slapped hard against the naked rump. Gripping the narrow hips enough to bruise, he rocked back slowly, watching the gradual emergence of the maroon shaft, and when he felt the tip tingling from the tightening of the cincture, he plunged back in with all his might. The slap of flesh on flesh was lost in their combined shouts of erotic fervour and after that there was no holding back.

For what he lacked in sophistication and experienced technique, Glorfindel more than compensated in pure male instinct, driving into his writhing partner with total abandon. Only the need to ram his engorged organ inside that hot vise of flesh and blood registered in his thoughts. Vaguely he heard the wild keening of the Wood Elf, felt his struggle, whether to get free of the carnal lance impaling him or force it deeper he could not guess and did not care. The sensation was overpowering; the most exquisite thing he had ever felt and mingled with it was the decadent triumph of having mastered another, subdued him so utterly that all his conquered lover wanted was to be fucked and fucked and fucked.

Glorfindel did so, losing himself in the motion and the exhilaration so that when the moment came and his seed surged forth in a forceful wave of ecstatic release he was taken unawares and simply gave in. What things he may have shouted, profane, divine, or ridiculous; of this he had no comprehension. What did register was Legolas screaming his name as a great convulsion racked his body and through the haze of his orgasm Glorfindel's heart soared even higher: he'd brought Legolas with him and they climaxed as one.

Afterwards, they lay sprawled in a disordered heap of limbs and mangled hair, exhausted and gasping to regain some sense of normalcy as the residual glory buzzed through their addled brains. Neither moved for quite some time, drifting in and out of coital bliss, and the Balrog-slayer, recovering first as he had not expelled his semen twice, thought Legolas had fallen into reverie. That made him feel boastful and so he caressed the shoulder against which he was draped and flexed his hips, still buried to the balls in the Wood Elf's arse.

"Eru, I cannot, not yet," moaned Legolas, words muffled by virtue of the fact that his face was squished against the mattress.

"No?" snickered Glorfindel and lapped at a pink ear tip. Then he worked his hand underneath the limp body and encountered the messy residue of Legolas' release. "I suppose you don't have anything left to give. Pity, for I was thinking how comfortable my cock is right now, all warm and safe and gooey, and that I would just stay right where I am until I grow hard anew. I could ravage you for hours, Legolas," he finished in husky tones and gave another little push against the lax frame.

"Ai, Glorfindel," trilled Legolas softly, for the idea had gone right to his groin and in spite of his fatigue he felt life stirring there. He wiggled his arse, hoping to inspire a like response from the much reduced organ trapped inside him. Glorfindel grunted and his cock quickened almost at once. The sensation of the penis filling and growing was unlike anything Legolas had imagined and he moaned urgently, bucking as he felt the Balrog-slayer positioning himself for another go.

He gave himself up to it and was totally owned, fucked thoroughly and soundly and with much greater attention to whether or not he was enjoying the act this time, not that he had any complaints about the initial joining, but the tenderness embedded in every move Glorfindel made settled deep in his heart. He was sore and ached in a way he could not compare to anything but cared not. Every thrust of the living sword pierced his soul and Legolas welcomed it, so moved he could neither speak nor cry. He felt his beloved reach another shattering peak and truly could not manage to make it there with him, but his sense of fulfilment was no less.

Sweaty and smelling of semen, Glorfindel pulled out this time and crawled to lie beside his mate, gathering the wilted warrior close and smoothing hair away from the fair face so to kiss Legolas. He found a trace of tears upon his cheeks but Legolas smiled, returned the kiss, and burrowed close against his chest.

"I love you," he whispered and pressed his lips against the broad breast, nuzzling a nipple, thinking that once he was recovered he was going to enjoy treating Glorfindel to the same luxuriantly punishing penetration.

"Not as much as I love you," countered Glorfindel, infinitely proud to have done the deed so thoroughly and so well, and twice in a row. "We're eternally bound now, soul to soul," he added. Then a troubling thought occurred to him. "To which one of you am I bound, Legolas?"

"What?! Don't you know?" demanded Legolas, lifting an aggrieved and scowling countenance to his beloved.

"How can I know? You've been switching back and forth since you arrived in Imladris."

"I have not done any such thing," huffed Legolas, but there was bright mirth in his indigo eyes. He shifted away a little. "I don't think I want to have sex with you again until you prove you know who I am."

"Now Legolas, I know who you are," insisted Glorfindel, frantic to figure it out fast as he did not want any restrictions placed on when or how he might choose to indulge the pleasure of claiming Legolas.

"So? Tell me then. Am I Legolas of the Tree, the disinherited Swallow, or Legolas of Greenwood, the Swallow prince and Thranduil's heir?" All joking vanished from his eyes and his words and in great anticipation he awaited an answer.

Glorfindel's brow wrinkled, desparate to solve the riddle, calling to mind the things Legolas had said since they entered the room. Brothers divided, yet more than brothers; the part of Legolas Glorfindel had never acknowledged in Gondolin; this union would mend a broken soul and mind. His expression brightnened in intrigued surprise, fairly sure he knew the answer but not the way or the why of it all. "You are both," he announced. "Legolas of Greenwood and Legolas of the Swallow. I don't understand how it was done, but the healing you so desperately needed has been achieved by this bizarre splitting of spirit followed by the union of our bodies. Elbereth! The workings of the Valar are strange to me."

"Truly they are strange," agreed Legolas, "but this was my idea and they couldn't stop me. As a wise person once said, Mandos is not a prison."

"Yet, how could you live with but half a soul?" he asked.

"I was never half a soul, at least not here," Legolas tried to clarify the unusual circumstances. "I have always been more than just one soul, for part of me has always belonged to him. A very small portion, though, for nearly all his being was consumed in grief and agony. What was still viable was badly damaged and thus Manwë decided a new soul should be given to him and to me. So was I created: a blended soul. I have lived my own life and known my own world separate from any of that tragedy of the past, for he shielded me from that. In turn, I now give to him an entire life of joyful memories, a childhood blessed by love and happiness. In the end, the choice was mine to make, for I am my own person and I could have rejected my brother utterly."

"I still do not understand," complained Glorfindel, "but it does not matter. You are here and you are my Legolas, just lacking all the bitter hardness. I am pleased and grateful." He leaned in for a quick kiss and they parted smiling.
"It is an incredible gift," agreed Legolas, "and I have Nienna to thank. She backed my request and said I earned it many times over. So, I was given the childhood I missed, the love of good parents, the adoration of my grandmother, and now you as well." He broke into a joyous laugh and hugged Glorfindel tight. "I cannot wait to get home. How much more do I appreciate those who love me now."
"Home meaning Greenwood." Glorfindel reached out and worried Legolas' nipples, grinning as Legolas exclaimed and squirmed into a position that would enhance both the feeling and his view.

"Tawar nín Beria," he sighed. "Pinch harder and twist it…Ohhhh yes!" Legolas gasped and was bowled over as Glorfindel pounced and devoured him.

The conversation devolved to groping and grunting and heavy breathing for a time but neither one could sprout an erection and so in a while they settled back into one another's arms, Glorfindel content that he'd marked his new mate. His thoughts returned to their discussion.

"We must go to Greenwood," he announced firmly. "I feel I have trespassed terribly on your Adar's goodwill. I must beg pardon and explain my heart would not be denied."

"That is well said," smiled Legolas, framing the handsome face between his hands. "He knows I am here and what I came here for; though he worries about the outcome, he will not be angry that we are soul-bound. He will welcome you. You have another family now and need not work for these twisted Noldorin lords anymore."

"Now, Legolas, they are not twisted," disagreed Glorfindel, "and I have sworn service to Elrond's House so there is no getting out of it."

"What kind of oath was it?"

"The solemn, unbreakable kind, beloved."

"So, not all is to be free of strife," growled the prince. "Fine, we'll work something out. Six months here and then six months in Greenwood, or something."

Glorfindel did not respond beyond gathering Legolas close again, pillowing his head on the lean belly and sighing in pure contentment, ready to drift into slumber. A slight weight fell atop his head and he smiled, loving the sense of protective love in that touch, and kissed the warm skin beneath his cheek. The lovely moment was rudely disrupted by a loud and rumbling complaint from that stomach.

"Ai!" laughed Glorfindel, sitting up and patting the neat little navel. "Legolas, that was not very polite."

"I cannot help it," fumed Legolas, cheeks stained crimson for a moment. "I've not eaten much of anything for what seems like months. Is it not near time for the evening meal? Surely we have been in here for hours."

"Not so very long, but we can go and find you something nourishing. You'll have need of your strength," he boasted, puffing up a bit and adjusting his genitals.

"True, for I have yet to take my pleasure in you," agreed Legolas. "That will require considerable fortification if it is to be done and done well."

"Oh, you've made up your mind to it, have you? What happened to all that 'as you will it, beloved'?"

"Do you not want my cock to pleasure you?" Legolas looked and sounded hurt.

"I didn't say no," reassured Glorfindel, gathering him up again against his heart. "Of course, I want us to share everything. In due time, when I will it," he added. Legolas of the Tree had never wanted that and he was uncertain what it meant to hear Legolas state this hunger.

"It means he was taught not to ask for what he wanted," Legolas answered his mental comment with a severe frown. "It will not be like that this time. I have needs and we will work out when and how to meet them together, yes?"

"Aye, that is both fair and right, for we are mates," agreed Glorfindel. He reached for the prince's lax penis and stroked it, cupping and gently squeezing his balls and grinned at the combination of growl and squeal this produced. He imagined their life was going to be a lot more interesting this time and looked forward to it. "Come, then, let's go find you something to marshal your flagging resources." He rose from the bed and helped his mate up. Arm in arm they approached the door, which still stood ajar, and halted as they grew near enough to hear what was going on in the other room.

Now, being so involved in their own ecstasy, they had not noticed the activity taking place in the intimidating den of torture and titilation. Not being so distracted any longer, the noises were plainly audible. A loud smack resounded through the air followed by a low grunt of pain and then Elrond's voice reached them:

"You have been a disobedient and unruly slave, Erestor. Say it!" Another slap punctuated the command, a sharp yelp followed it, and then the sinister seneschal spoke:

"Never! Cruel and harsh you are and a tyrant, but no Master of me!"

"Ungrateful wretch" shouted Elrond. "I will teach you who is Master of whom!"

There followed a lot of shuffling sounds as of a struggle, and much grunting and groaning as of two that strained in combat, so much so that Legolas and Glorfindel shared their alarm and hurried to the door. They arrived in time to see Elrond's long stiff penis disappear up his kinsman's arse, to which action both emitted exuberant shouts of salacious satisfaction. The Lord of Imladris set to it with impressive vigour and sufficient prowess to evoke a series of very undignified pleas for more from his noble henchman. The air reeked of sex and it was obvious this was not the first coupling nor the most violent, for there were smears of blood and semen here and there about the floor.

"Aira Aldaron, that is indeed twisted," whispered Legolas in awe.

The newly bonded pair stood and watched so long they found the need to hurry back to the bedstead, and Legolas' empty stomach was momentarily appeased by consuming the product of Glorfindel's third ejaculation.

TBC

Thank you neerdua :D Maybe there can be a follow-up in the future. Who knows what they couple will be up to in the future.
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Part Seven: Blended Soul