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By erobey, robey61@yahoo.com
Beta'd by Sarah AK. Remaining errors are mine alone.

Disclaimer: The recognised characters and settings used in this fiction were created by JRR Tolkien. The words, other characters, and ideas here surrounding them belong to erobey alone. No infringement is intended or monies earned through this work.

A/N: I have much to thank Sarah AK for, and this note will hardly suffice. Her ful ful guidance and inspiration made this nice experience for Legolas possible. She is currently on vacation and thus there will be a delay in posting the next chapter.

Chapter 69: Mudant Erestor na Curu Beleg În [Erestor applies his considerable skill.]

The depth of the darkness was impenetrable. Nothing beyond a few inches of fuzzy obscurity, a shifting mosaic of dancing, patternless patches of shadowy night, could even be glimpsed. The fleeting motifs of black over onyx were reminiscent of the after-images seen on the inside of the eyes' lids squeezed shut against a searing glare. Erestor closed his and after a moment opened them, hoping for the contrast to aid his perception, to little effect.

{Bloody pit of endless void! How can thin air possibly be so completely impervious? It is as stifling and caliginous as the bowels of some foul Orcs' nest!}

Yet in the absence of visual stimulus the presence of the Greenwood was more clearly apparent and the seneschal was uneasy with the immensity of the entity surrounding him. The whispering rustle of twigs and dry leaves filled the air and with every breath Erestor took it seemed he drew the disquieting murmurs into his person. The very atmosphere he inhaled acted to reveal him, delving into his marrow and bone to ferret out his deepest held fears and failings, disseminating the intelligence thus procured as each exhale poured back into the autumn chill. Erestor felt panic's first scream building and mentally upbraided himself.

{Bah! It is but the active skittering of four-footers and birds searching out their evening meal!} He gave his body a thorough shake to ease the tension collecting along his spine as he tried out this logical explanation for the distinct sense of being watched. Yet his gut warned that he was much too high in the trees to ascribe the subtle sonorance to nocturnal wildlife. Erestor had never before felt so acutely the sentient cognition within the wood-clad giants steadfastly affixed to Arda's bosom. {Or rather, that this entity is so keenly aware of me!}

Against the noise of his struggling lungs and pounding heart these other sounds were a striking counterpoint, filled with a guarded anticipation, as if the Powers themselves stood by observing, taking his measure, performing an evaluative sampling of his very soul. Far from the city he might be, but his carnal union with the woodland champion would be witnessed nonetheless.

With startling clarity the Noldo was swept back to the morning after the rains and relived the beatification worked upon the forest in the outpouring of the Tawarwaith's passionate fulfilment. Erestor found this disturbing, for the wild elf had been severely harmed by the acts done that night, yet the Greenwood had not been able to comprehend the nature of the crime committed upon its atheling. Then again, the forest had punished the seneschal continuously along his route to the stronghold, though the wounds his unguarded tongue had inflicted on Legolas had been unintentional and his heart had already opened to the fallen prince of the Woodland Realm.

{And what is my status now?} The muttering ether held only this hesitant, hopeful consideration of his existence; Tawar's opinion of his worth seemed precariously poised between despair and rejoicing.

{Just as Legolas must feel, he thought, comprehension suddenly filling his mind. The Spirit of the Woods could only see him through the eyes of its champion. {Then Pen-rhovan both fears and craves this night.} Erestor's heart constricted in sorrow for a moment then surged anew with a profound respect and admiration for the young archer's courage. In the face of such disastrous previous encounters, he was willing to extend his trust once more; hoping for acceptance, steeling himself for the pain of rejection once the fire of lust had been quenched.

{Nay, it shall not be thus ever again, should I be allowed a voice in determining his fate.} Erestor sat straddling a sturdy limb, its diameter equal to that of his own arm but no more, back pressed reassuringly against the solid boll of the great oak, and prayed to Yavanna for the consent and blessing of the trees.

Yet, he must find Pen-rhovan first. Somewhere above was the feral elf, naked and ready for his lessons in lovemaking to continue. Surely by now the Sylvan had reached the sheltered talan and was probably wondering where his would-be lover had gone. The dread notion that Legolas might be up there waiting, feeling he was abandoned after all, gripped the seneschal. Why else would he not throw down a rope or at least light a lamp?

{Why did I agree to this race in the dark?}, he inwardly groaned and gazed around in restive disgust for his inadequacy. He had tried his best to make steady progress, moving up from one strong branch to another, sticking to those that seemed most likely to bear his weight without cracking. He must have gone two thirds of the way to the top before he came to this impasse. Nothing met his eyes but a series of slender twigs and stems, surely not hearty enough to bear him forward or support the bulk of his body's mass. He was stuck, fearing to go up and yet unable to face the yawning blackness beneath his perch.

"Legolas!" he hissed in a loud whisper, then mentally chided himself. For whom was he lowering his voice, these trees? "Legolas!" he called more loudly, training his eyes skyward to search for any indication of the faint silvery glimmer radiating from the limber, graceful body he longed to have back in his arms.

Abruptly a loud bumping and shaking among the limbs to his left signalled the rapid descent of something heavy crashing through the branches, followed by a dull double thud as the ground far below was struck with force. "Pen-rhovan!" he shouted now in alarm and tilted forward as much as he dared, trying to pierce the velvet cloak of ebony air.

"What?" the exasperated demand came from just below. Then the Tawarwaith sprang from whatever position he had obtained and his slender fingers grabbed onto the branch where the seneschal was now clinging with desperate fear.

Erestor stared in a mixture of relieved aggravation at Legolas. The wild elf had pulled his head and shoulders above the branch, wrapping one arm around to keep it tucked securely under his left armpit, his chest braced against the bark. The other hand was lightly resting on Erestor's thigh and the majority of the enticing body was dangling out in the air as he swung his legs lightly.

"What is wrong?" he asked again, but the anxiety was gone from his voice, replaced by a rather impatient tone of wheedling complaint, as he gazed upon the Noldo Lord and pulled himself closer to the tempting crux of the parted legs.

"I thought you were falling," replied Erestor sheepishly. {Of course he would not fall, a Wood Elf could not lose balance in a tree.} "What was that racket? I heard something hit the ground."

"And you thought it was me?" asked the woodland First-born in affronted surprise.

An expression very near to being a pout graced the voluptuous lips and caused the Noldo's heart to flare up in a flurry of excessive beats, luring him to bend lower and kiss them. Erestor eased the fingers of one hand out to caress the protruding edge of an extravagantly tipped ear and gave it a titillating tug. As the expected gasp of joy opened the Sylvan mouth, the advisor thrust in his tongue and explored lavishly, continuing the gentle squeezing, rubbing the sensitive collection of nerves, coaxing a string of appreciative but muffled exclamations from the archer's throat. His tongue retreated from the savoury orifice, replacing his fondling fingers, and Legolas pressed harder into the ardent, wet contact.

"Now do not be angry; I was but worried for you," he reassured between licks, working his tongue behind the deli str structure to the smooth skin below the hairline, tasting the salty evidence of Legolas' earlier excitation. He discovered the area was extremely ticklish when an involuntary twitch writhed through the suspended figure and a gurglely laugh escaped into the night. Erestor refrained from further teasing, fearing he might truly cause the wild elf to loose his grip. "What fell, then?" He closed his lips over the flushed tip again and softly sucked. Legolas' hand on his flank dug in painfully and Erestor yelped.

"Sorry!" the clenching fingers relented, the mouth returned, and Legolas sighed. "The boots," four ragged breaths followed this brief report. "Could not keep hold to them any longer. I am sure they will not be too badly damaged." Legolas presented the other ear, tingling as the hot, saliva-smeared skin of the first reacted to the sudden exposure. "Oh, yes, like that, like that," he whispered and shut his eyes as Berenaur obliged.

Erestor really could not muster up much regret over the loss of the footwear in the presence of such an erotic sight. He glanced over the side of the branch, suddenly wondering whether the archer was hard again, to see if he could spy the exposed genitals. He could just make out the darker outline of the resurgent member against the pale glow of the taut abdomen and a small grin curled the corners of his lips. Stretching out his leg, he ran his toe up the inside of the nude thigh and faintly nudged the swelling balls, and a sound that almost met the qualifications for a squeal erupted from Legolas where he dangled from the limb.

Breathing a silent laugh against the inflamed ear, delighting in the shivery wail his unexpected touch elicited, the seneschal was absolutely content. There was nothing Erestor enjoyed better than this, the slow awakening of a new partner's latent sexual appetite. He relished being the one to introduce a novice lover to the particular hungers of their own flesh. Despite Legolas' previous experience, he was more attuned to providing such stimulation and receiving harshness in return, and Erestor considered him a neophyte to the romantic arts. He wondered if he could make Pen-rhovan come right here, suspended in the air, and stroked the sensitive sac again.

"Valar!" Legolas squirmed and thrust forward, but could not connect with anything. He moaned and bowed his forehead upon the seneschal's knee.

"Ah, you do realise that you have broken the rules we agreed to," Erestor said softly as though their conversation had not been interrupted at all. "The contest is void and I win by forfeit!" his tone was one of victorious anticipation, never before so pleased to discard a good pair of boots.

"Nay, I did not!" Legolas' head shot up, eyes wide in bold contention. "Surely you must know I have been to the top already."

"Why should I assume such? You just popped up from somewhere below me!"

"I was after the blasted boots!"

"Oh really? Why did you not stay on the talan, then you would not have dropped them?"

"Because you never arrived and I feared you were stuck on a limb, as you are! I lost the boots on the way to find you!"

"Just admit it, I have won! If you had got to the talan already you would have left them up there for proof!"

The crestfallen expression on the archer's countenance proved he had not thought of doing that and rather wished he had. The rueful demeanour quickly decamped in favour of the stubborn defiance so frequently at home upon the fair features. Legolas knew how to end the argument and shuffled closer along the branch.

"Oh no, you have taken your turn and made your choice! It is my go now." With that he sidled even nearer until his head was nearly in the Noldo's lap. Before Berenaur could retspond he reached for the ties of the leggings, using his teeth to aid in the one-handed unlacing. Quickly he pulled the burgeoning sex free and bent it forward to meet his gaping lips, wrapped his arm tight around his lover's waist, and drew him in.

"Ah!" was the only sound Erestor made, a cry of unrestrained excitement as Legolas, hanging off the branch, swallowed his cock whole.

Down and up again the silvered head danced twice and the seneschal delved his hands into the thick locks, pressing his spine hard against the tree for support. With a resounding pop the Sylvan pulled away from the heavy shaft which sprang back to full attention against the fabric of the Noldo's tunic.

Erestor groaned and jerked with a faint shiver as the cool air drifted across the slickened flesh. With halting breath he watched as Legolas nuzzled his nose against the curly tangles surrounding the column's root. All respiration ceased when a maroon tongue flickered out and swabbed against the tautly stretched skin almost buried under the leather breeches. Then Pen-rhovan's lips parted and he sucked up one of the concealed testes, carefully rolling the sensitive gland within his mouth, and Erestor screamed the accumulated air from his chest.

Legolas let the warm brimming globe slip from his lips and smiled an impish grin up into the sweat-gleamed visage of the Noldo Lord. It was a most gratifying sight, the seneschal's mouth agape and his eyes staring as his lungs strained to contain sufficient oxygen to satisfy his racing pulse and sustain his rising heat, inky tresses a cascade of infinite night about his shoulders.

The archer went back to the object of his desire with fervour, murmuring a low pitched continuous hum as he impressed a line of nibbling kisses up the bulky cock, following the throbbing vein. Out flashed the crimson lash of his tongue to lap beneath the flared rim. He let the tip of his oral organ taste all the way around the lip of the tapered peak and teased the underside mercilessly before licking directly across the very crown. There he gathered up the moisture welling from the minute orifice before enveloping the head fully, letting his teeth discretely examine the firm flesh.

That was more than Erestor could sit still for and with a guttural bellow he thrust up his hips and shoved the long length of aching flesh deep inside the Tawarwaith's maw, bracing one hand behind him on the bark while the other remained ensconced within the thick fall of argent hued hair.

"Pen-rhovan! Ah, Legolas, saes, na Eru!"

Legolas stilled his body and took it all, suckling the distended penis greedily as a thrill ran through him to hear the advisor's heartfelt pleas for more. A sudden tingle jolted from the point of his ear and coursed like a blaze of searing star-fire into the centre his soul. Berenaur was ever so softly pinching the sensitive cartilage in time to the steady tongue-stroking. As the Noldo thrust his florid member in and out of the plundering mouth, Legolas longed for the burst of hot semen to flood his oesophagus and nourish his need to render satisfaction, yet wished he could keep the intensity of this decadent feast from ever diminishing.

Erestor could not contain his body's release for long under such intoxicating stimulus, however, and too soon he felt the brilliant flash of dizzying sublimation as part of his soul liquefied and merged with his seed, shooting from him in a blinding stream of glorious intensity. He did not hear his own shouts or note his erratically flexing hips, but felt fully the marvellous massage of the long tongue in the gifted throat drinking down his essence with zeal. He spun away into the hazy afterglow of this exquisite conclusion and just let his consciousness drift in the beauty of the moment.

When he became aware of his surroundings again, his eyes recorded the sight of the Wood Elf's face nestled against his crotch, his relaxed member being appreciatively licked all over. Erestor ran his hand tenderly over the tangled mane and Legolas raised his head. His sweet smile was a pleasing accompaniment to the Noldo's giddy grin.

"Had anyone told me before now that I could find such ecstasy by sitting in a tree, I would have pronounced them mad."

Legolas just smiled at that and rested his cheek against the advisor's loins.

The wild elf's arm was still wrapped snugly around Erestor's waist and it occurred to him that the strain from hanging onto the branch during such an incredible performance must be reaching unbearable proportions. Without a word hacheached for Legolas, gripping him under the arms and settling him sideways across his lap. The lovely tapered organ peaked out from between the archer's legs and Erestor's fingers went right to the slippery tip to play with the foreskin before dropping to cup the hairless scrotum.

"Legolas, you are harder than the trunk of this oak," he sniggered as the Tawarwaith wriggled under the petting fingers.

"That is not my fault."

"It is mine, then? I suppose it is my responsibility to remedy the condition."

Incited by this reply, Legolas balanced his weight on Berenaur's shoulders and turned to face the advisor, one leg on either side, throwing both arms around his neck in a warm embrace as he drove his erection against the still damp skin exposed by the open leggings. "What remedy do you prescribe?"

Erestor willingly accepted the naked elda's head upon his shoulder, drawing him close and stroking the golden skin, gently smoothing the marred back as he sought out an inviting spot on the bared neck and latched his lips upon it, biting and sucking a mark that would be visible for at least two days. He could feel more than hear the faint sigh of pleasure from the amorous archer and smiled, hugging tight.

The rigid shaft kept poking insistently against his navel as Legolas continued to pivot on his lap. The sturdy legs were splayed wide, spanning Erestor's shanks, the supple rump parted and easily accessible. The advisor's fingers found there way within the cleft and felt for the cinctured entrance as Legolas caught his breath and suddenly ceased moving. The Noldo ran the nail of his thumb against the ring of muscle and made the opening spasm as the archer sought to accept the exploring digit. Erestor grinned led let his flirting hands run back over the toned gluteal mounds and up the graceful spine, ending on the strong shoulders where he rubbed and kneaded away the strain accumulated during their latest coupling.

"Then, you concede the race to me and I shall choose our initial position?"

Legolas' head lifted instantly and a vexed snort escaped his nostrils. "Nay, you have not won for you cheated by distracting me and sapping my strength before we could start."

"Then we are even now, Pen-rhovan, for I know not if I can move from this limb after your vigorously talented extraction of my essence."

"All right, we shall call it a draw. You and I are quite evenly matched, Berenaur," Legolas smiled into the dark glitter of the Noldo's eyes and leaned in for a brief kiss. "I think I would like to strip you now," he added with a giggle and set to work on the tunic, persistently rocking his lanceolate erection against Berenaur's stomach.

"Ai! Wait! Legolas, I need to move from this precarious perch, if you do not mind, before we continue," pleaded Erestor and grasped the busy fingers to halt them.

"This is a very sturdy tree and quite used to such antics as ours. Besides, it would never let me fall, nor you either for it knows you are dear to me," he admonished quietly. He respected the older elf's wish, however, and rose, holding out his hand to help the Noldo to his feet.

Once upright Erestor pulled Legolas close and claimed the alluring mouth that had just uttered such a romantic endearment. The taste of both their unique secretions mingled and mixed and the result imparted a sensually smoky tartness upon his palate. Possessive hands circled loosely round the archer's narrow waist and rested comfortably over the swell of the firmly muscled arse as though they were in the habit of finding their way there. He broke the languid tangle of tongues but ere their lips had separated more than a finger's breadth the Wood Elf reached up and framed the Imladrian's face in both hands and brought them back into oral union.

"Follow me!" he commanded with gruff breathlessness when he severed the contact and then leaped up into the darkness.

Almost at once Erestor felt a sensation he had quite forgotten about as the back of his neck twinged and a prickling tingle shot through his mind. He was absorbedk ink into the Tawarwaith's awareness of the Greenwood, and the places to put his hands and feet were located without his conscious effort to seek them out. With ease he scaled up the ancient oak in Legolas' wake, keeping the bobbing luminescent rear in his sight the while, and in short order he was standing on the high platform beside the fey Sylvan.

Now that they were so high in the canopy, the overshadowing network of branches relented and some small spots of star-dotted sky peered through upon the lovers. In the pale gleam, the shapes of furnishings could be determined and upon one of these the greater glint of a silver lamp winked under the subtle movement of the breeze swayed limbs.

Erestor went to it at once and found ready to hand a small flint. He quickly struck a spark upon the lantern's wick and filled the lofty flet with bright light. Holding the lamp up high he spun to behold his craftily won prize, lips pursed in feigned annoyance, but the stern expression instantly dissolved into a shaky sigh of appreciative pleasure. He had intended to scold the Tawarwaith for withholding this easy means of directing him upwards but the lamp's flickering incandescence was dancing all around the woodland elda, highlighting the slender physique and its lean-muscled angles.

Now that his own aura was no longer the principle source of illumination, Legolas was again revealed in warm hues of crimson and gold. Erestor let his gaze wander where it would, the intensity of his scrutiny verily palpating the rose-flushed skin, hungering over deep maroon peaks of sensual sensitivity, lingering long on the erect male organ. The proud penis rose from the silky cluster of honey-dipped curls crowded around the smooth pocket containing the source of Legolas' potency. Erestor's stomach flip-flopped in anticipation of what he was planning to do next.

Legolas remained fixed and watched Berenaur with shining eyes, barely breathing as he endured this examination, and self-consciously brought his hand to rest over the jagged scarlet reminder of the newly healed wound on his thigh. He had been surprised and pleased that the scars were barely noticeable without external light, and nowost ost regretted the oil lamp's presence. He was much marred since last he had lain naked in Berenaur's arms.

The seneschal noticed at once, and found his eyes searching for the other signs of Legolas' most recent battles, sighting the stark discoloration in his side, a fading line along his arm, an ugly mark around his ankle. There were others not so easy to see; Erestor had already felt them under his fingertips. It fired his rage to find these blemishes on the otherwise perfect formt het he struggled to master his feelings lest the wild elf misunderstand and read his anger for disgust or rejection.

"Come here," he called and motioned with his hand. There was a bench not far from the table and Erestor went to it, leaving the lamp behind. He heard the nearly noiseless step of the barefoot archer following and then fingers slipped into his palm, gripping tightly, and he felt the latest injury, scabbed over and rough. When he turned Legolas was there, staring up with that inscrutable look reflecting from the depths of those bottomless lapis orbs. Erestor patted the cushioned seat and stood aside as Legolas sat gingerly on the edge, never taking his eyes from the Noldo's face.

"Few bare such visible testimony to the quality of so valiant a spirit." He traced the outline of the spear's damage. "Would it surprise you to hear this does not detract from your appeal?"

The warrior grimaced and looked away. "I do not need to hear such falsehoods; it is enough not to have it mentioned!" he complained bitterly.

"I am not false." Erestor suddenly sprang upon his lover's lap and forcefully turned Legolas' head back to face him, pulling up his tunic to reveal the prominent organ bulging through the open leggings. His craving for complete union with Legolas had quickly re-ignited his desire. The seneschal grabbed Legolas' hand and wrapped it around both their cocks and together the fists pistoned the calid columns of compressed flesh. In unison yearning moans of urgency erupted from their lungs. But Erestor had no wish to spend himself this way and stopped as suddenly as he had begun, removing and entwining their hands, sliding away to rest on Legolas' knees.

The two elves stared at one another, audibly sharing the air, tense with their mutual need.

"Valar, get those clothes off!" hissed the Tawarwaith as his fingers tore at the ties of the garments.

Erestor immediately jumped up and out of Legolas' reach. He tossed his head, sending the long fall of his ebony locks swishing over his left shoulder. As if this were any ordinary preparation for an evening's rest, he undressed. Not with teasing laziness or in heated haste, but with casual nonchalance he tossed the c toc to the floor and began working on the shirt's closures. The look of covetous cupidity on Legolas' face indicated this seemingly calm restraint was having the desired effect. Slipping the silk blouse from his shoulders, Erestor flung it over the younger elf's head and smirked to see the offending obstacle yanked free and impatiently cast aside.

Legolas was breathing fast through parted lips and made no effort to hide his avid fascination during the sluggish unfurling. He could not tear his eyes from the smooth toned flesh of the hairless chest. He caught his breath as the Noldo flexed his pectorals and caused the pointed nipples to jump invitingly. The small protrusions were coloured so deep a brown as to be nearly black and Legolas longed to taste them. With tremendous restraint and a visible shudder, he reined in his need to touch and savour the revealed skin.

Hungering eyes tracked the seneschal's hand intently, following as it moved lightly down the sternum to his abdomen. The fingers reached the navel and paused to circle there then with utmost delicacy barely traced across the burgundy tip of the full organ. The commanding sex extended out in a graceful arc from its base amid the thick nest of black hair between the elf's legs, its naked head reaching the lower rim of the sensual indentation created by the umbilical scar. A minute whine of ravenous voracity escaped Legolas' lungs as the protruding flesh was pulled and pointed toward him as if in offering. The display was not complete, however, and so he waited, gripping the seat of the b to to hold himself still, lifting his expectant gaze to Berenaur's.

Erestor relinquished the massive member and slid his hands up to his hips where the gaping leggings had sagged. Slipping his thumbs under the fabric he pushed the garment lower, lifting out one long leg and then the other before straightening back up adjusting his balls with a flex of one hip. Of course his penis gave a most enticing wobble as well and he clearly heard Legolas vainly call upon the Star-Kindler's name. With a final flourish the seneschal kicked aside the breeches to join the discarded tunic and stood still for the archer's inspection, a seductive leer upending his darkened maroon lips as one hand indulgently stroked his sanguineous shaft.

"Magnificent," said Legolas in quiet awe, and let his eyes rove upon the exposed skin of the glorious figure. Berenaur was absolutely flawless, an ideal of balanced contrasts: black hair against pale white flesh, tall and lean yet broad of shoulder, well-muscled yet still elegantly slender and regally proportioned, exquisitely beautiful yet powerfully built. The Tawarwaith could no longer ignore his ardour and rose from the bench, intent on sampling every inch of the perfection displayed before him.

But Erestor was quicker and nearly pounced upon the smaller elf, pressing him back to the seat, palms against the ruby points of the creamy chest, pushing Legolas to lie flat on the bench. He planted one hand on either side of the archer's head and grinned down into the questioning blue eyes.

"Aye, you are that and more, Pen-rhovan," he murmured and took the ready lips. "Nonetheless, you could have used that uncanny link with the woods to show me how to get up here much sooner!"

"But then it would not have been a race!" Legolas secured one nipple between his fingertips and tugged, smiling at the satisfied groan this generated.

"True, but I would not have been stuck on that branch feeling ridiculous. My heart almost stopped from mistaking you for an old pair of marching boots!" Erestor sighed as Pen-rhovan gave the other jet peak equal attention.

"Yet but for that I would have missed the opportunity to appease your temper so enjoyably!" The Tawarwaith's hands drifted up to filter through the enticing length of inky locks.

"Oh is that what you were doing, Pen-rhovan?" he spoke absently, leaning over his sumptuous delicacy, licking his lips in salacious anticipation as he surveyed the tempting array of available spots to taste. Erestor made his choice and buried his nose in the blond pubic curls, inhaling deeply the intoxicating musky aroma of the Sylvan, delighted to feel the slender penis leap at the contact as Legolas' hands contracted around the bunches of hair he held.

"Aye, ilya fassë laurëa, orilya laurëa! [Aye, all the tangled hair is golden, golden all over!]" he murmured in Quenya and saw the colour rise higher in the wild elda's cheeks. "'Tis true, then? You understood that, even on our first encounter in the Southern Regions?"

Legolas shrugged evasively and trailed his hand across Berenaur's chest to the flat, hard stomach. The appreciative caress ended as he grabbed the crimson cock and handled it with practised expertise, watching his lover's eyes eagerly and smiling with wanton invitation.

"If I concede the race, what would you choose, Legolas?"

But Pen-rhovan's hand was holding him exactly right, pulling on his erection with the perfect amount of pressure, and the pace of the leisurely pumping was exquisitely timed to match the tempo of his quickening pulse. He threw his head back and leaned into the archer's able grip, rocking into the firm friction with enjoyment. Suddenly he reached for Pen-rhovan's wrist and stilled his movements, still gazing intently up into the branches as a smile found its way across his noble features. He returned his sight to the recumbent warrior and lifted his brows in enquiry, for no response had been offered.

Legolas was just staring at him as though spellbound, which indeed he nearly was, for the sight of the dark-haired elda astride his pelvis so casually employing him for pleasure had raised a compelling image in his mind. His mouth went dry as he pictured Berenaur's cock sliding inside his body, easing in and out in that same slow and steady rhythm, relaxed and redolent as he fucked. Every lazy intrusion would strike Legolas' internal centre with the broad, blunt, naked, red head. He imagined the sensation of the Noldo finding release, spilling in a long, writhing convulsion of his entire being. The vision almost made Legolas come and he inhaled sharply, not realising he had stopped breathing for a moment.

"Here," he managed to mumble. "Have me here, now!" He was pleading pathetically but did not care as he tugged on Berenaur's arms to try and pull him into kissing range.

"Aye," the Noldo agreed and met the questing mouth eagerly for but a short tongue tease. "That was my choice also. We are so attuned in thndeandeavour!" He stood and with a bright smile took hold of Legolas' hips and shifted him a little on the bench, bringing his rear just to the edge of the cushioned seat. He held one leg by the calf and lifted it up, settling the heel carefully onto a small ledge underneath that Legolas had not noted was even there. The other leg he placed identically, so that the archer's back was not uncomfortable and his feet were supported without being raised up at all or even spread apart.

Legolas was a bit confused as the arrangement did not seem conducive to fulfilment of his phantasm, but before he could voice any of his questions Berenaur suddenly crouched low to the f and and disappeared from his sight.

"Berenaur?" He made to rise and see what was going on but the Noldo got to his knees in a flash and pushed the archer back down, pressing upon the firm stomach.

"Patience! Stay still a moment. Trust me, Pen-rhovan, and you will not be disappointed." He smiled as Legolas relaxed under his hand, then returned his attentions to the underside of the wooden bench.

Legolas sighed and tried not to fidget as he listened to the Noldo feg arg around the base of the seat's legs and tapping on the braces supporting the frame. A sound like a drawer being drawn open followed the seneschal's satisfied grunt. Next, it seemed the elf was rummaging through the contents of whatever this compartment was, picking up and putting back the items. This went on for a few minutes and then the wild elf heard a very smarmy sort of chuckle. His curiosity was about to get the better of him when Berenaur rose from the floor, grinning hugely.

"What…?"

"Shh!"

Erestor padded to the end of the bench by Legolas' feet and dipped below his line of sight again. Another smoky snicker issued from the region and then abruptly the end of the seat tilted up, coming to rest at a slight angle as the ledge for the feet moved as though split in two, which it was.

It was at about this time that the concept registered in the Tawarwaith's brain that this was not an ordinary bench.

Legolas nearly rolled off from surprise as the movement suddenly spread his legs wide and he felt a definite draft of air against his completely exposed anus. He gripped the sides of the seat and craned his head forward to stare with hugely round eyes. He could see the seneschal bent over fiddling with something and then the Noldo's face turned to him with a devilish grin. He felt the cool brush of air again and realised Berenaur was blowing across his opening. He shivered from crown to soles.

"I take it you have never played on one of these before?" Erestor asked with restrained mirth. He could see that Legolas was speess, ss, noting the very slight shake of the golden head and the nearly wary amazement crowding the indigo eyes. "Do not worry, I will make certain you enjoy this fully."

As he spoke he was once more working on the equipment and it sounded as though he was fitting pieces of wood together somehow, the noise reminiscent of a table's leg being set into a pegged or slotted opening made to house it. This was followed by the unmistakable sound of a cork being drawn from a bottle accompanied by the light aroma of fragrant oil of lavender. The auditory signals filling the room next were fully recognisable as that of hands becoming coated with the slippery stuff.

Legolas' body responded immediately and instinctively as his heart rate jumped and his cock filled to painful capacity. His insides bunched up into rigid knots, he contracted his annular ring so close the star-shaped pucker shrank to minuscule dimensions. Anticipating being forcefully breached, he sealed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.

{It shall only pain enough to please.} Instead he heard the softest of exhaled sighs and felt a tender wet lick against the sensitive perineum. Legolas gasped and twitched as his eyes flew open. Before he could say a word he felt the slick, probing tip of Berenaur's finger circling his entrance with gentle pressure.

"Easy, easy! I am not going to harm you in any way. This will be different, but I promise you will not be injured." Erestor's soothing voice reassured as the slippery impact continued. The digit brushed across the cramped ring of muscle and pushed delicately but insistently until finally Legolas relaxed enough to permit the invasion.

Erestor wasted no time in finding the prostate and stroked across the small bulge several times. Encouraged by the bleats of pleasure the abused elf emitted, he inserted another finger and worked to spread the narrow passage wider. He took his time, aware that scar tissue was less resilient and would be more likely to tear than stretch. With hree ree hand he reached for the stiff erection and massaged firmly, coating the organ with a greasy film, until Legolas was close to ejaculation. Erestor withdrew the fingers and ceased his manipulation, moving behind Legolas to lovingly smooth his oily hands over the quivering flesh of the upraised buttocks.

"Are you ready, Pen-rhovan?"

"Aye."

Berenaur leaned over and licked across the scar on the exposed thigh and Legolas jerked, expecting quite a different sort of contact. Next he felt something very hard and cool against his anus and even as he tensed at the unfamiliar sensation the thick object entered him and he shouted in shock.

"Ai! Berenaur? What are you doing?" he sputtered out the words as the intrusive tool was slowly inserted, stretching him to accommodate its impossible girth. He was trying to remain focused on the elf but his lungs were heaving in the effort to endure the pressure. Never had anything other than a cock been in there and this was definitely not Berenaur's organ. An image of the dagger forced its way into his mind. Panic surged through his chest and he inctinctively tried to kick his assailant away.

Erestor easily caught the darting foot and held it, softly massaging the trembling limb all the way up to the groin and back, as he cajoled the distraught elf into a calmer state.

"Does it hurt you greatly?" Erestor's voice wavered with remorse. He had taken care to prepare the body but neglected to compose Pen-rhovan's psyche. He had not considered what sort of unwholesome memories he might be triggering. "I do not wish this tve yve you pain; I will stop at your word, Legolas."

He saw the rapid shake of the tangled mane but the elf's eyes were hidden under the dark seams of his enmeshed lashes and his jaw was intractably clenched. The seneschal took up Legolas' penis, somewhat softer than before, and pumped it with smooth deliberate motions, encouraging the organ back to fullness and easing the tension from his lover's features. At last the blue eyes opened and found his, a clear command to continue within them.

Erestor resumed his efforts to seat the implement completely into the constricting cavity. Steadily pushing on the dark, oil-slick tool he watched in enthralled fascination as Pen-rhovan's body drew it it, accepting the foreign object degree by minuscule degree.

"Oh, Legolas, I wish you could see! Can feel me shoving it in deeper, deeper? Just let me, Pen-rhovan. Ah, Valar! It is huge and it is spreading you open, filling you, that small red ring clamping around it."

Legolas listened and his heart quickened as the demanding penetration resumed. His eyes drifted shut. He concentrated on the voice subduing him with its sultry tones, supplying an erotic image to join the sensation of being invaded by the unknown mass. And he found that it was exciting, being taken by this inanimate thing given life in Berenaur's hand, learning its nature with only his gut to supply his imagination.

At last it slid against the interior gland and Legolas shouted of his pleasure and eagerly pushed back to increase the sensation. He croaked out a shaky grunt of erotic torment when the object halted and the throbbing subsided gradually. Legolas could now feel a light contact against his buttocks as if he had a smooth flat slat or board balanced on his inclined arse. While that was interesting, his real curiosity was centred internally. He shifted his hips experimentally and groaned as the unyielding hardness rubbed his prostate. {That was exquisite!} He repeated the shimmying motion with a loud oath and his left hand flew to his prickling penis.

"Nay!" Protested Erestor and snatched the archer's hand with one of his while the other pushed on the gyrating hips, stilling him. "As enticing as it is to observe your responses, Pen-rhovan, I do not wish you to start without me!"

Legolas opened his eyes to find Berenaur gawking at him in undisguised lust and offered a weak grin. As he watched, the Noldo climbed back up to straddle his groin, letting their erections rub ever so slightly against each other, and he shivered in anticipation. Berenaur crawled up to kiss him and then transferred his tongue to suck and lap at his nipples.

The Tawarwaith laced his hands through the ebony hair and flexed his back to encourage the slurpy suckling. The movement initiated another grating rub of the solid tool inside his rectum and he howled under the dual stimulation.

He did not notice when the seneschal's hand dropped over the right side of the bench and grasped onto a small lever concealed just below the seat.

Erestor worked the lever and Legolas screamed in delight; the object inside him had just withdrawn a good three inches only to be shoved back right against his prostate. Chuckling to note that everything was in sound working order, the advisor grinned into the questioning eyes boring into his. He found Legolas' hand and guided it over to the handle, wrapping the fingers around it.

"Just a slight push or pull is all that is needed. Try it," he encouraged and sat back to watch, rolling his penis against the silky skin of the archer's scrotum carefully.

Tentatively Legolas pushed the devise and gasped as the penetrating piece shot even deeper inside him. He pulled and the object moved back like lightening until he was almost empty. Desperately he shoved both the handle and his hips to prevent that from happening and arched off the bench as searing scintillations of fiery brilliance danced before his eyes in the wake of the explosion of sensational pleasure coursing through his body. He was dimly aware of calling Berenaur's name and that the Noldo was speaking. For the life of him he could not really make any sense of the words. Somehow his hand was pried off the handle and he whined.

"Valar! Not so hard as that! I want you conscious while we make love!" laughed the Noldo Lord and leaned closer to kiss the wild elf deeply.

"Ulmo's Balls! What is this thing?" Legolas rasped out when the tongue retreated.

"Well, if it has got a proper name I never learned it. 'The Bench' seems to be the commonly accepted term. It is a grand toy, and if I ever meet the clever elf that invenit Iit Il prl promptly kow-tow at his or her feet.

"It comes with a variety of implements to use, and most bonded pairs who have one make their own attachments, as loving gifts for one another, since they know each other's bodies so intimately. For your first time I chose a fairly traditional phallus shape, just a bit broader than I."

"And longer."

"Yes. Well. This one is made of wood, though I have seen other materials utilised, and attaches to a plank at the end of the bench so it stays seated just right once it is inside. Through an ingenious series of gears, springs, and hinges, the plank with its attached phallus can be manipulated as you have experienced. I think I should work the control the first time."

"Nay, I think not!"

"But I won the race, Pen-rhovan, you have already conceded!"

"We agreed it was a draw!"

Before the argument could escalate, Erestor flicked his wrist and shoved his shaft against the lean abdominal muscles beneath him, sending Legolas into spasms of delight.

Erestor had yet more surprises in store for Legolas. Even as the archer was still trembling from the glorious feelings shooting through his body, the seneschal stood up on the bench, each foot placed upon additional supports on either side and below the flat surface on which Legolas lay. He reached up into the air above him and withdrew a rope secured high among the tangle of branches. The hithlain cord was knotted to form a loop at the end and the Noldo held onto this like a handle as he resumed his seat.

And as he sat back down, Erestor reached behind, gripped Legolas' member, and impaled himself upon it in one forceful motion. He remained utterly still, head bowed and the midnight hued hair spilling all around him and over Legolas' chest, heaving mightily for several heartbeats. He lifted his eyes slowly and met the absolutely astonished ecstasy of the wild elf's gaze. He held that gaze as he pushed up to the brink of disunion then reclaimed the Sylvan spear and simultaneously worked the handle. The shudder running through Legolas' frame and the lusty shriek of pleasure that resulted added to his own exhilaration as the Tawarwaith's cock stroked his core and his balls lightly brushed against the downy golden curls.

Up and down Erestor rode his Pen-rhovan, using the rope to aid the strenuous action required of his squatting hamstrings, working the lever in concert with his movements to send Legolas into a state of bliss he had never experienced before. He had thought, based on the series of incoherent and guttural shouts, groans, and keening wails filling the talan that Legolas was beyond reason, until the steely strength of the archer's grasp encircled his cock and started pumping him. Their eyes locked and Erestor wished more than anything that he could kiss the full lips while the long shaft pierced him.

In an instinctively synchronous syncopation of grinding hips, thrusting groins, and pulling hands, the pair worked each other into blinding passion and rendered themselves deaf and dumb from the volume of their expressively inarticulate exclamations. They reached their peak together, Legolas squirting his seed deep into the squeezing channel of Berenaur's arse as he clamped around the phallus in his and milked the steady stream of warm semen from the Noldo's pulsing cock.

Erestor let himself collapse over the sweat-wet form of the slender golden elf, relinquishing go of everything in order to slide his arms up and drape them over Pen-rhovan's shoulders. He let his head fall heavily against the rapidly respiring chest, cheek resting on top of the firm knot of one red nipple, and closed his eyes with a contented sigh. Legolas' softening member was still inside and he liked that just fine. He felt his lover's arms encircle him limply and smiled at how heavy the light limbs felt across his back in the wake of such a thrilling expenditure of energy.

They remained thus for some time, dozing slightly as they reclaimed their breath and their strength, retaining as long as possible the dreamy euphoria of sexual elation. Neither of them ever wanted this feeling to end but it was not something to worry over for the night was early and this was but the premier of coital satisfaction. They simply cherished the union of their minds and bodies.

Eventually Erestor stirred, feeling a slight tension in Legolas, and carefully dismounted, leaning on the bench for support. He looked to find Pen-rhovan's drowsy grin observing him from half-lidded eyes of mellow blue haze. Their mouths fused briefly in a noisy kiss. Erestor had spilled all over Pen-rhovan's midriff and a creamy dollop of gooey sperm enveloped one of the scarlett nodes. The Noldo licked across the hard little nub and sucked it clean.

When he straightened up again, the nipple was all shiny with his spit and Legolas dragged his fingers across it with an eloquent sigh and a shuddery remnant of his orgasmic tremours. Erestor was very tempted to work the lever again and fought hard to resist the urge as his penis stirred under the stimulating mental image of Pen-rhovan writhing on the bench, begging and pleading in ecstasy.

"Legolas, how many times can you come in one night?"

Tbc.

Reviews:

Kirameki: oh thanks for such a nice review! Glad you liked the flower, i like things that flouresce, and decided legolas could emit in the ultra-violet rang of em radiation. The trial will resume soon, have t find out what is going on in imladris and lorien, and thranduil has some questions he wants answers to from talagan and meril.

Jaylen: Thank you very much! I love to hear from folks who have been there from the very start; my appreciation is boundless and it does me a world of good! I agree, some of the images are very raw, but you named the reason for that perfectly. It means everything to learn that i have succeeded in letting you experience what the characters are enduring. You're right, erestor is the best relationship legolas has had, but he is already taken, so what does that leave for legolas? and thranduil is slowly being enlightened, as you perceive, to the treasure he has so carelessly discarded. Erestor was able to reclaim his nobility by humbling himself and sacrificing his personal needs to help legolas. the question remains whether thranduil has what it takes to do the same. I hope the story continues to please you, and am just thrilled to share this little corner of my brain! Thanks again for all the praises!

Sivan: thank you for reviewing! You are always so kind in what you say! yes, erestor will do all he can to keep legolas safe and show him love. He may not have intended it, but he is becoming quite smitten with the wild archer. Oh yes, elrond is going to have to face reality and find out just what he has lost. He will be really bitterly remorseful then.

Thalionwen: thank you! I love that site and am always so happy to know folks have found feud there. Your compliments are so gracious! Tawar is important to me as well and i am overjoyed to know you share that outlook. As you can imagine, legolas will quickly tire of being stuck in the stronghold and soon need to return to the solitude of the life initially forced upon him. Even his siblings will not be able to keep him within the city for very long, he will respond to the call of Tawar and resume his efforts to lift the shadow from greenwood.

MorierBlackleaf: I know, i know! I just could not get there sooner! Finally the real fireworks are starting between these two, but there is more in store. Gladhadithen gets to decide when the trial resumes, and she will give legolas as much time as he needs! Thank you for the review!

Kryspen : Oh thank you! Erestor has his work cut out for him; legolas has always needed the fear and the pain to take him to the heights of ecstasy. But the rascally berenaur is imaginative and resourceful, and the healer is no prude either! But you are right, erestor is taken, which sets legolas up for another fall. While Glorfindel would be perfect for legolas, he will not get the chance to try for the wild elf in this story, but the other is under way and that one pairs them up!

Giggle: OH hurrah! I am so glad to see your reviews again! i cannot tell you how often you have given me joy knowing you're picking up on all these little hints i drop and have even made me laugh outloud with your take on the characters, especially thranduil! i hope folks read your reviews because the synopsis you provide is excellent. And thank you for so many compliments! Yes, i always planned for Gladdie to play a pivotal role in the hearing and in legolas' healing, i am pleased your namesake mimics your RL skills in medicine! Love the nickname by-the-way, and plan to use it as soon as i reasonably can! Thank you for sharing your insight and wit, giving so freely of your time to do this, and for continuing to read even though i obviously cannot count correctly! I so look forward to seeing what you make of the chapters after they post. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
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