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Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)	By : narcolinde Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Eight

The corridors were empty and silent, even the sound of his footfalls muffled by the sumptuous luxury of the thick velvet carpets lining the stony paths, and while brightly lighted the place had never held such menace, or so Elrond imagined as he traversed the labyrinth of Thranduil's stronghold in search of the King's younger son. In exalted exuberance he had prepared his manifesto, therein defining every boon and benefit that would result should he be permitted to take possession once more of the glorious lesser prince, secondary in rank alone and peerless in beauty, grace, dignity, and valour. For Legolas would be his again, this Elrond was determined to achieve at any cost to himself, his House, his people, or his realm. Indeed, had Thranduil asked for Vilya he would gladly have handed it over.

The King of the Wood Elves had been surprisingly mellow and beneficent during the formal audience that afternoon, smiling graciously as Elrond grovelled before the throne and proffered the sealed and beribboned scroll bearing the details of his offer. Thranduil had made one or two suggestions regarding the articles pertaining to trade and military resources, opining that perhaps such decisions ought to be delayed until the Lord of Imladris had opportunity to confer with his advisors and with Glorfindel. Beyond that, he did insist on a formally written agreement that any child generated by the union be raised for the first five years of life within the bounds of Greenwood's roots, thereafter to spend fifteen years in Imladris before returning to the sylvan realm to be trained in the ways of the woods by the best archers in all of Middle-earth. Under the eaves he must remain until achieving his majority, though visits to the Hidden Vale would of course be arranged.

To all of that Elrond had eagerly acceded, pleased that Thranduil took it as given that the alliance would go forward and Legolas would be given to him. Seeing this manifest in the Noldorin Lord's eyes, the stern father had at once corrected the error, warning Elrond that only Legolas could decide if a second marriage would take place and that he must not depend too much on the strength of the bond of extremis. What would determine the fate of them all, Thranduil cautioned, was the quantity and the value of the love Elrond presented. Legolas would weigh his heart and if found wanting, the sylvan prince might reject it utterly. Then, Elrond might remain in Greenwood as Legolas' bond-slave, so to provide the necessary strength and light the unborn babe demanded, but not as the prince's royal mate and husband.

That was the cause for the threatening gloom surrounding him, which Elrond knew arose within his own guilty conscience, for surely he deserved no less than to endure the same bitter bondage to which he had subjected Legolas.

Now the direction he was going was an absolute mystery to him, for never before had he been within the underground city of the Wood Elves, and Elrond obeyed the unvoiced signal tolling through his soul absolutely, trusting that it would be as Legolas had said and he would come to him at last. This was the first time that he was aware of the source of the compelling urge, though he could not deny he had felt it often in the past and never once had refused to respond. Now in wonder he thought of the long years that Legolas had persisted beside him, refusing to give up hope that he could win the Noldorin Lord's heart. In all that time, he could have sent for his father's aid to rescue him, as he had finally been forced to do, but instead had buried his identity and swallowed his pride, abiding the slurs and cruelties heaped upon him.

For the child's sake he left and no other's. If only I had sent for Mithrandir long ago, even as Glorfindel exhorted me to do! Great is the harm my pride and arrogance has wrought.

Yet Elrond was sure he could remedy the situation and prove a good mate to Legolas, and so he continued on. The way was rising and growing more austere as the common areas of the fortress were reached. Then he passed an elf occasionally and received stares so cold and filled with enmity that he began to lose heart. It was all too plain that Greenwood's folk, at least those dwelling in the grace of proximity to the King's abode, were apprised of the history he shared with their prince. It was surprising, thought he, that the border guards had allowed him to enter the realm. Just then he turned a corner and reached a set of great doors secured from trespass by two warriors dressed in bright armour with visored helms upon their heads. These grim archers quickly drew their bows and aimed arrows at his heart.

"Daro!" ordered the one to the left. "Alben neledhitha Sant-en-Lanthir pen annol peth-pendrath." (Halt! None shall enter the Garden of the Waterfall without giving the password.)

"I know it not," admitted Elrond. "I go where I must. Is there another way out that does not lead me through that place?"

"Caro inc," (Guess) said the second guard, a broad smirk upon his face as he eyed the mighty Elven Lord.

"Man pedich?" (What say you?) demanded Elrond, crossing his arms, forgetting for a moment that these were not his halls and he was not in a position to command anything.

Now the warrior lowered his bow and leaned in close to glare into Elrond's eyes, removing his helm as he did. "Pennon 'caro inc', hû thaur." (I said 'guess', abhorrent dog.)

At once Elrond realised this was no ordinary guard but Legolas' nephew Aras, Thranduil's heir and the son of Galbreth, most favoured of the King. His haughty demeanour he quickly abandoned and bowed low, remaining thus as he spoke.

"Forgive me, Ernil Aras, I meant no offence."

"Your very presence is an offence," sneered Aras. "You are unworthy to touch Legolas and if I could persuade him to it you would be bound over to me and made to submit to a public drubbing. Yet I will abide by my uncle's wishes and offer you again the chance to answer his summons. Guess the password, abhorrent dog. Here is a clue to aid you: what are you?"

Elrond straightened and met the prince's mocking stare coldly, seeing clearly how it would be for him in Greenwood. Still, he must go to Legolas and so he swallowed hard against the stubborn pride that balked at this debasement and answered.

"I am an abhorrent dog."

"Ah, who can gainsay such truth," intoned the first guard, and lifting his visor also revealed his identity, eliciting a harsh gasp from Elrond for it was his own son: Elladan. "Yet even so I purpose to act as guide to the place Legolas has chosen to meet you."

"I accept your terms," said Elrond bitterly, "But I need no guide to locate my mate."

"He is wedded to me," thundered Elladan and held forth his hand, displaying the shining band there. "By what right do you claim to be Legolas' true mate?"

"By the rights of the heart, this heart, my heart which loves him wholly and without hesitation, without reservation, and without end. Within my heart he alone resides and will never be second to another. Can you make the same claim?" Elrond answered, voice calm and fists clenched. To his surprise, Elladan smiled.

"That is the correct reply," he said. "You may pass, Adar, and be forewarned: another challenge awaits you."

So saying he and Aras pulled back the bolts and drew wide the doors, revealing a clear night bright with moonlight and stars, for the garden was in an open space beside the rocky walls of the mountain and no trees concealed the heavens there.

Elrond walked along the starlit path, listening to the irrepressible crash of a waterfall, hoping to distinguish whence would come this second test, but only the sighing of the wind accompanied the cascade's rushing noise. The call of his mate was even stronger now and this told him he was near, yet whether Legolas would be amid the trees or if some dwelling place might be close at hand he couldn't say. Before he had gone another metre the clear shrill note of a lark met his ears and he halted, not a moment too soon for an arrow sang through the air and embedded in the ground scarcely a hand's breadth from his feet.

"I await your command," the Elven Lord cried out. "Reveal yourself and I will do whatever is needed, only let me pass for Legolas calls ever more insistently."

"Still giving orders as if he rules here," a mocking voice announced. From the shadows stepped its owner, none other than Rhûn'waew, Legolas' Naneth and Queen of Greenwood. "Mithrandir assured me you were humbled and contrite, that a new spirit of tolerance and generosity had awakened within you. Yet here you boldly make demands and insist on having your way."

"Nay, fair Queen," Elrond bowed low before her. "I only wish to go to your son as soon as I may. That alone inspired my impatient words. Whatsoever you require of me, willingly will I submit."

"Easy words to utter," said the Queen, drawing near. "Yet I wonder can you honour them?"

"I can and I will."

"Give to me Vilya, the Ring of Manwë's Breath, and then you may go to Legolas." The Winter Queen held out her palm as her sharp black eyes delved the very soul of the elf who had so harshly used her dearest son, second to none in her heart of hearts.

Elrond did not hesitate more than a second, deeming that she would refuse the item as soon as he showed her his intent to obey. Off slipped the sapphire gem and he held it above her palm, yet she did not draw back her hand. Another second passed and Elrond's heart froze, realising he must really make this choice. To do as she asked he must break a solemn vow sworn to Gil-galad as the High King lay dying. To refuse meant to lose Legolas, or at least the right to become his husband. Sadness overwhelmed Elrond, for he could not hold to his hastily given word and must own his false tongue.

"Noble Queen, I cannot. Too great is the risk for me to pass this item to any other, save in direst need. The Rings must not be used, especially here in this place where the servants of the Enemy reside so near at hand."

"Did I speak of use? I am sylvan and descended by direct line from Melian; no need of a jewel have I to command the elements of nature. Is there any other reason why this may not be safeguarded by anyone other than yourself?"

"I swore a solemn oath to Gil-galad not to let it beyond my sight nor put it from my person until the day the Enemy is banished from Middle-earth for all time." Elrond gaped at her, shocked by this claim to kinship with the Maia, his great-great-grandmother.

"Through Eluréd," she answered his unspoken question, "who is my grandfather. As to the Ring, you hold it not to increase your prestige and might but only to save others from the burden?"

"It is at times a burden, noble Queen, as now. What prestige I have was not made through use of the Ring but by diligence and forthright action on behalf of the free peoples of Arda."

"What actions? Long have the Wood Elves, a free people, suffered the unending war against Darkness alone. We have not seen you nor your agents in these woods before."

"That is true," sighed Elrond, dropping his head and rubbing his forehead. "I have not extended my watch over Hithaeglir nor opened dialogue with the people of the forests. This was an error on many counts, most importantly that cause you name: the defeat of the Shadow encroaching over all the world, it seems. I regret the estrangement that grew between our people and hope to amend this fault."

She watched him for a little while and then shook her head, a sigh of her own drifting on the night air. "I cannot judge you, for after the Last Alliance we have never ventured to engage with our kindred across the mountains. The fault lies on both sides. Keep your Ring and see if Legolas will have you still. No guidance from me is required to find him, nor will any be needed for me to locate you should you cause him woe of any kind. Whatever pleases him, that you will do or endure a mother's wrath. Know this: Galbreth is favoured by Thranduil most but Legolas is my own joy and delight." With those grim warnings she strolled away and vanished in the darkness.

Elrond trudged on, brooding and fretful. He had begun this journey in high spirits, certain Legolas would grant him a second chance, eager to show his real character to the woodland prince. After his encounter with the archer's kin and legal husband, he was less than assured of the young sylvan's true intent. Mayhap Legolas had led him on this merry chase as punishment, never intending to entertain the carefully executed petition.

By this time, the insistent call had led him beyond the falling water and stony paths into a stand of tall trees, the species of which he could not name, never having seen any this size save in Lothlorien, and these were not Mallorn. They stood well apart from one another and little brush or brambles filled the space, which was well as the light diminished beneath the high, spreading limbs over head. Before long, he spied a flickering light and headed for it, coming upon a tree ringed in small torches set in pikes thrust into the ground around its broad boll. A single note sounded above and he glanced skyward, yet nothing but darkness met his sight. Then a slight sound followed like the whisper of new leaves in the breezes of spring and the ends of a rope dangled in the air before his face.

"Climb up," commanded a fair voice, unmistakably Legolas, and Elrond hastened to obey.

The rope passed through a wooden floor by means of a rectangular trap and once above it a flash of sparks and a bright flare signalled the lighting of a lantern and the talan was filled with its golden gleam. Elrond clambered onto the platform and gazed about him, searching for the Wood Elf and finding only simple furnishings. A portion of the space was screened from view and to this place he headed, pulling aside the curtain to at last discover Legolas reclining within a vine-covered bower.

"Legolas," he whispered, heart racing to see him at last, fully aroused within seconds, and he hurried forward, leaping upon his mate's inviting body, tasting and licking and caressing the warm flesh everywhere at once for the Wood Elf was naked.

"Elrond," moaned Legolas, shuddering as the Noldorin Lord's tongue laved his ears and then his nipples. No pressure of teeth or pinching fingers were required to make them burn and throb after the long labours Elladan had expended to make them nearly raw.

Yet teeth did strike against the metal studs and Elrond could not resist trying their strength, closing on the gold and pulling just a little, hand vigourously stroking Legolas' cock the while. A sharp gasp and a strong jolt thrust the node hard into his mouth and Elrond sucked it in further, repeatedly stroking the tip with his tongue. Legolas writhed under his attentions, hips and legs working against the grip around the rigid organ, arms supporting him from behind as the nipple was suckled hard as though Elrond hoped to draw milk.

He let go of Legolas' cock to free his own and shifted to the other nipple as he mounted the sylvan, spreading the bent knees wide and penetrating the slippery slit just behind the scrotum. His mouth came away from the archer's chest and he claimed the ruby lips, eagerly delving the mouth that opened for him at once, just as it had in all the days he'd kept Legolas in Imladris.

"Ai! How I have longed for you!" cried Elrond, pumping hard and fast into the cavity, relishing the sensation and never striving to find the sensitive zone so deep inside. He peaked quickly, for he had denied himself pleasure, even the lonely act of masturbation, since Legolas left Imladris. His seed flooded the Wood Elf's interior as a deep roar left his lungs. His pivoting pelvis slowed to a halt and he gazed down upon the fair countenance beneath his, leaning in for another kiss ere he pulled out and flopped beside his mate, a deep sigh and a smile signalling his joy while Legolas remained silent.

"That was pure bliss," Elrond breathed out, his smile growing larger around the sound of the words, and he reached for Legolas' hand, carrying it to his lips to press adoring kisses upon it.

"Was it?" asked Legolas, for he was not as content. He withdrew his hand and rolled to his side, meeting the Elven Lord's gaze with cool appraisal.

A chill gripped Elrond's heart as he met those icy blue depths, seeing that the way to treat with this sylvan prince was not the same as the way he'd used his sylvan bond-mate. It dawned on him that Legolas had not experienced orgasm, his cock hard and red against his belly, a provocative display where it poked out from beneath the new curve in the archer's anatomy. Elrond rested his hand upon the firm mound and caressed it, realising for the first time the reality of Legolas' fertility. Forgetting the mistakes just made, he leaned forward and kissed the stretched abdomen and laid his ear against it.

"Tinu Mín," he whispered. At once his head was shoved off and he sat up to find Legolas livid in rage before him.

"Don't dare," hissed Legolas, fists clenched and voice shaking. "Don't ever call him that without my leave. He is mine and mine alone."

"Legolas, saes," pleaded Elrond gently. "I meant no harm. He might be my progeny, after all."

"He could as easily be the progeny of one of your sons," Legolas seethed, casting the Noldo's words back into his teeth. "What can it matter to you? Did you not abandon us both at the borders of your nation, by your own admission judging Elladan better fit to be the babe's father and my spouse?"

"Aye, but it was in error that I made those decisions," Elrond insisted. "Legolas, I thought you meant to give me hope. Will you turn me away after all?"

"When have I turned you away?" spat the sylvan prince. "Have you not just had your lust gratified and your pleasure spent within my body?"

"I thought that was what you wanted also," replied Elrond sadly, aware now the gravity of his mistake, for he had not spared a thought for Legolas' delight, instead relieving the need his deprivation had inspired and the sight of the naked flesh had heightened.

"I want to be loved, Elrond. Sexual gratification I can procure anywhere, can I not? Surely you recall the result of your numerous experiments: anything in there will do."

"Ai, Legolas. Hearing you speak thus shames me."

"As it should."

Silence filled the talan and Legolas remained as far from Elrond as the boundaries of the bower permitted, without leaving it. This was not how he'd imagined it would be between them, for he had desired the Elven Lord to worship him and bring him to ecstasy with long and tender ministrations, his bruised and abraded flesh already ripe and needing no more abuse to grant him the level of pleasure to which he was accustomed. Indeed, he had warred within himself, trying to decide whether it would be better to have Elrond take him as he soaked in a healing bath or here in the bower built for his bonding night with Elladan. Tradition had won, Legolas deciding the symbolism was important only to find that Elrond just wanted a good hard satisfying fuck.

That he hadn't been able to summon the will to stop him filled Legolas with self-loathing, underscoring the cruel things his Noldorin lovers used to say about his hunger and indiscriminate compulsion to feed it. Tears returned and filled his eyes, not the first since leaving Imladris but surely the bitterest, for even here in his homeland he was still nothing but a slave to the bond enjoined between them on the plains of Eregion.

Elrond could not see the tears for Legolas was turned away from him, hunched up with his arms covering the small round stomach, but he sensed them and was mortified to have harmed the Wood Elf when really what he had wanted was to heal him. They were true, the words of the Winter Queen: he had not placed Legolas at the top of his priorities, even after all the months of soul searching and penance. This bespoke the obdurate nature of his pride and how deeply rooted was the flaw in his character. Carefully he reached out and settled a hand upon the softly heaving shoulder only to have it shrugged off as Legolas shifted even closer to the trunk.

"What can I do?" asked Elrond. "I do not want to cause you this sorrow. I came here expecting only to be granted leave to see you and beg forgiveness. Now I have done more harm for which I must make restitution."

"Is that what concerns you?" A rancourous laugh punctuated the query. "Fear not, Adar wants only to get you out of the forest before Aras succumbs to kinslaying. Once you are on the road to Carrock, he will forget about you. As will I." Yet his voice broke over those last three words and his shoulders quaked as a sob rocked his frame.

"That's not what I meant," replied Elrond gently, distressed beyond thought for having brought this elf more anguish. "I would see you smile and hear your laughter rather than listen to the misery in these tears, for you deserve only joy and happiness. I want to give you those emotions, the ones filled with light and love, instead of the negative kind fraught with heavy and impenetrable darkness."
"Your glib tongue forsakes you this night," jeered Legolas. "Or perhaps it is your conscience that betrays you, making you speak truly, revealing that you remain at the centre of your concerns, when otherwise you would phrase things so prettily that all would be fooled and think your devotion was genuine." He sniffed loudly and cleaned his face with the edge of the coverlet, his tears dammed as his sorrow deepened. "Go back to Imladris and think on me no more. I will journey to Aman with Elladan, even though it means I must endure Elrohir as well." As he said this he dressed, slowly and with obvious discomfort.

"I do not want you to go away with them," said Elrond, his heart skipping in frantic dread of this. "I do not want to lose you forever, nor for you to abide Elrohir for Elladan's sake. They are secondary to me in your heart and soul; this you cannot deny."

"I have never denied it," cried Legolas, rounding on him in frustrated outrage. "You are not the one who was used and abandoned and I will not hear your self-pitying moans of woe over my parting from Middle-earth!

"Do you imagine I wish to leave all that I love behind and raise this child on the strange and shadowy shores of Valinor? Your sons will forget about me once the child is born and we will be alone, Tinu Mín and I. Yet I must try and make it there, for this night has taught me well that I can not endure broken-hearted, unloved and scorned; nay, not even to the completion of my child's nurturing."

Now Legolas was already descending the rope and Elrond came after, hastily doing up his pants, unwilling to lose his chance even though he had failed so fully to be considerate and caring.

"Wait, Legolas, it was just the great pull of the bond, for we had been so long parted, that made me too eager to join with you this night. But now that urge is vanished and I can show you the real nature of my heart's desire."

"You have already revealed yourself, Elven Lord, in every way."

"Aye, and once you believed in that person, even though he did atrocities to you that he cannot now even bear to name. Do not deny yourself the love you want and so dearly deserve."

"Again you place the blame with me! I am not the one who failed to exhibit love and mercy. I am not the one who denies things to those he loves."

"Yes, you would! I made a mistake but it does not mean I do not love you." Elrond reached for the Wood Elf's arm and dragged him to a halt, forcing him to turn and meet his eyes. "Legolas, I love you. I cannot live without you, nor will I permit you to go from me. Where you go, there I will be, striding beside you, arguing my case until you finally grant me reprieve." Then he kissed Legolas, pouring all the passion of his heart's longing into the connection. The sylvan did not repulse him and gradually melted, kissing back and permitting the Elven Lord to wrap him in his arms, evidence of hope that made Elrond's soul soar.

When it was over Legolas sighed and rested his head against the Noldo's chest. "You love me?" he asked quietly, afraid to hear the answer, afraid to look into the sombre grey eyes for fear of discovering a lie.

"I do, more than I dreamed it possible to love any living being."

"Never have you spoken thus before," whispered Legolas and he clutched tight to the strong body supporting him. Valar knew how much he wanted to believe these confessions. Some sign is required, for the needs of the child will bind me to him even if he despised me. Yavanna, I need a sign. No sooner had he sent forth this desperate prayer than the babe in his womb stirred for the first time. He gasped, hearing the same great intake of air from Elrond as the mighty Lord held him out at arm's length, round eyed in amazement and fear together.

"Was that…?" whispered Elrond.

"Aye, I think so," Legolas whispered back, in awe for so powerful an indication. Carefully he laid his hand atop his belly and pressed. A small flutter moved the fabric beneath his hand and he laughed aloud, a huge grin breaking free as he lifted shining eyes to Elrond. "He moved! He is well and strong, just as Aragorn promised."

"Ai Valar, was this the first time he has kicked?" asked Elrond in wonder, letting Legolas settle his palm over the spot. He pushed a little and immediately a strong jolt met his senses. The Elven Lord smiled and nodded, rubbing the spot lovingly. "Aye, you are strong and courageous, just like your Ada, aren't you?" he crooned, bending low and unbuttoning the loose robe Legolas wore so to caress the smooth skin. On impulse he leaned in and kissed the naval, smiling up at Legolas' shining eyes when this made him giggle.

"He was waiting for you," said Legolas in tones almost reverent.

"What do you mean, because of the kick just now?"

"Aye. He was waiting for his father."

Several heartbeats of time elapsed before Elrond found thought sufficient to form words. "Does this mean you will grant me one more chance to prove my love for you?"

"It does. We shall be wed, yet not right away. I have thought on this all day and here is my offer: For five years you will dwell with me here not as my husband but as my bond-mate only. You will serve me even as I served you, save that I promise not to degrade you nor revile you for the natural desires that arise between mates. Tinu Mín will treat Elladan as his father, for this will satisfy the ruse we have already established before the population, but he will know from my words that I consider you his true sire.

"At the end of five years, we will journey to Imladris, the five of us, and there you will wed me before the assembled Lords and Councillors of your land. Elladan's ring will remain with me always on a golden chain about my neck, but thenceforth I will wear on my hand your ring only, as you will wear mine. All other provisions named in your petition to my Adar I approve and will be honoured by me and all my House and all Greenwood's population. Can you abide these terms, Elrond?"

Elrond did not have to think about it even for an instant. Solemnly he took up Legolas' hand in his and the other he rested on the bare stomach. "I can abide it, Legolas. Willingly and with gratitude will I accept these terms, for through them you grant me my heart's desire."

So it was decided, and Elrond dwelled within Greenwood beside his mate those five years, never begrudging his beloved the least of his wishes or wants. After the passage of that interval, they returned in splendour to Imladris, bringing the child created between them, Elladan and Elrohir, Aragorn proudly attending, Mithrandir solemnly leading the way, King Thranduil and his Queen following, their youngling Galbreth with them, watched over diligently by Aras, and before all the courtiers and maidens, lords and ladies, nobles and warriors of the realm, Elrond married Legolas and installed him as his equal, his true and only mate for evermore.

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Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)