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The Protege	By : alpham31 Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER NOTES: This is the last chapter in this first instalment of The Protege. I very much hope you enjoyed it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the light curtains covering the vegetation from the exterior balcony, shining onto the sated faces of five elves, all still deep in reverie, a contented smile upon their perfect faces.

Legolas lay sprawled over the bed on his back, one arm dangling over the side of the mattress, his golden hair spread out around him and over his chest. He was naked, save for the thin sheet that covered his sex. Next to him was Elrond, lying on one side, his left hand over the prince’s left shoulder in an unconscious gesture of protection. Further down the massive bed was Erestor, who was spread out on his stomach, legs and mouth wide open in a posture that spoke of complete exhaustion. Finally, Llyniel was draped over Erestor’s open legs, her hair obscuring her face, both arms stretched out behind her, as if she had been unable to break a fall.

Over them all, sat Glorfindel, leaning back against the intricately carved headboard. He had awoken not five minutes previously, and used the time to observe his lovers at rest – and such a well-earned one at that.

After that first coupling between Legolas and Llyniel, the fire had been ignited, and what ensued was round after steaming round of sex, sometimes all together, sometimes between two or three while the others rested and regained their strength. They took and were taken, watched and participated, they had fucked in the most imaginative of postures, Legolas proving himself to be particularly flexible, in spite of his muscular build.

And it had been glorious, blissful ecstasy, the likes of which he had never experienced, in either of his two lives, and he wanted more, much more.

Legolas stirred then, unaware that Glorfindel watched him. A small red-breasted robin hopped onto the window sill then, and it was almost as if it was looking at the prince, for it cocked its head to the side and chirped softly.

Legolas smiled serenely, still tired from the evening’s strenuous activity. He watched on as the robin bravely hopped further forward until it was perched on the side of the bed. Hop hop it continued until it jumped onto the prince’s outstretched arm. A Quick succession of chirps and a few sharp trills, brought the prince fully out of his slumber.

Slowly focusing his green eyes on the chirping robin perched on his arm, he kept still and looked straight into the bird’s shiny round eyes, smiling as he did so.

Another set of chirps and the bird hopped straight towards the prince’s face, only to rub his beak against his rosy cheek, and promptly flutter away into the forest as if he had been naughty, yet couldn’t wait to tell its tale.

Glorfindel was at a loss for words, as was Elrond who had awoken to witness the scene, hardly daring to breathe lest he frighten the creature away.

“I have never seen such a thing”, said Elrond has he turned to Glorfindel, and then back to the bed-tussled prince.

Legolas slowly sat up and rested back against the headboard next to Glorfindel, smiling at his two alert lovers.

“Good morning to you both, all is well in fair Imladris my lords, and your guest is hungry.”

“Good morning to you, prince. How do you feel this morning?” entoned Elrond, smiling fondly, although he had not forgotten what he saw, he had simply tucked it away for future consideration.

“A little tired, but nothing that cannot be fixed with breakfast from Gaerwyn’s skilful hands”.

“Ah well, I shall see to it anon”, said Elrond, ”but not before I steal a kiss from the most temptingly sensuous elf on Arda...” and with that he leant in and took the prince’s lips in a slow and deep kiss, which was eagerly returned.

“And what of me then, the both of you would ignore me?” pouted Glorfindel only half seriously as he moved over to them, stealing his own kiss from Legolas, who leant into it, deepening it.

Finally parting, they greeted the last of the two lovers who were rubbing their eyes and looking around the room, surprised to see it full of light.

Legolas shuffled over to them, now revealing his naked form fully. He bent down and dropped a kiss to both Erestor and Llyniel’s lips, bidding them a good morning in the best way he knew. Glorfindel however, was not capable of reining in his morning erection and shimmied up behind Legolas, pressing himself against his backside, groaning as he did so.

Legolas gasped into Erestor’s mouth as he felt Glorfindel in all his morning glory.

“I would fuck you, Prince, senseless if I may”, he ground out as he thrust his hips forward.

Elrond, Erestor and Llyniel caught eachother’s eyes in complete understanding. Glorfindel wanted the prince for himself this morning, for of all of them, it seemed to them that he felt something that trespassed the boundaries of lust and sex, however venerable those emotions were. And so they lay together on the bed and touched themselves as they watched the two glorious warriors lose themselves in the moment, until they both came long and hard, staying locked together for long minutes after reaching their orgasms, Glorfindel’s hands freely caressing the prince’s muscled form, worshipping it, almost. Legolas turned then, and took Glorfindel’s lips in the steamiest kiss they had yet seen, both opening their jaws wide and ravishing each other’s mouths.

Uncoupling themselves, a flustered Elrond complained about what he and his companions were to do after that display, for he too, had his own morning glory, and he was sure that Erestor did, too.

Legolas chuckled then, and the sound was strangely out of character for one such as he, for it had sounded childlike, carefree and innocent, and Legolas was none of those.

Rising from the bed, he pulled Glorfindel with him and announced his intention to bath before breakfast, and that why didn’t Glorfindel join him and leave the three flustered elves to their own urgent business.

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The dining room was filling up slower than it normally did, for it had been announced that breakfast would be served late that day to allow extra time for the valley inhabitants to compose themselves before what would be the first day of the cultural exchanges.

Elladan and Elrohir dragged their feet to the dining table, taking up their customary seats. Their father had not arrived yet, but Celeborn and Galadriel had arrived a few moments before. Looking at his grandsons, Celeborn guffawed, loud enough for the whole room to hear.

“My my, but you had a good time, did you not, young rascals!!” he exclaimed.

“Is it that obvious, grandfather? We have been in the bathroom for an hour before venturing down to breakfast!”

This time he guffawed even louder, slapping his knee for extra emphasis. Galadriel simply smiled serenely, she would have guffawed along with her husband, but that was not her role; that was not what people expected of her.

Legolas entered then, in a formal tunic, immaculately presented – no one would guess what he had been up to the night before, no one except the most sensitive of elves at the table, namely Mithrandir and Galadriel. They saw the sparkle in the slightly puffy eyes, a hint of tiredness beneath the pristine appearance. Nodding and bowing formally to Celeborn and Galadriel, he took his assigned chair, turning to Mithrandir and smiling fondly. The smile was returned, but with the hint of a question to it, a question that was understood and answered with a single nod.

The twins wondered how he did it, for he looked none the worse for wear, and they remembered well how much he had drunk, eaten and danced at the gala, he should be as badly off as the rest of the single and available elves, that is, with a thumping headache and a churning stomach.

He smiled as the twins regarded him, they were sluggish this morning and had not realized they were staring.

“I see your evening was both entertaining and memorable” he drawled, smiling as he did so.”

The whole room erupted into hysterical laughter, the prince had said exactly what they were all thinking. Even Legolas laughed a little at their mortification of being the centre of sorry attention. Blushing, they bowed their heads and let the moment pass. As the laughter died down, Legolas felt somewhat guilty, but he just could not resist.

“I believe you look like the rest of us feel, and that is reason for joy, is it not? For what better than to indulge oneself in the good things in life, while they last, and while we can?”

The room fell silent as they pondered on the prince’s words – wise words indeed.

The twins laughed then.

“We experienced the first of the cultural exchanges, I believe, for the woodland showed us how they celebrate the Spring Equinox in Rhovanion. Tis a balm to the spirit, but hard on the body, but of course you would know all about that. I must say though, you do hide it well, prince.”

“I have had much practice, Elladan”

And Celeborn guffawed again, he was enjoying himself immensely this morning and no doubt.

Elrond, Glorfindel and Erestor entered then, bowing to the rulers of Lothlorien and nodding to Legolas. No sooner had they taken their seats, than the serving elves brought out the fare. There were bowls of steaming scrambled eggs, cooked tomatoes, toasted bread, milk, fruit, nuts, the list went on. However not everyone had the hearty appetite of Legolas Thranduilion, who, after waiting for his companions to serve themselves, which they did conservatively, piled his own plate high with eggs and toast. Poured himself a large glass of milk, and picked up an apple and a pear. Elrond watched as Legolas made his selection, somewhat shocked that he was going to eat all that. True they had burned quite a few calories during the evening, but with the amount of alcohol they had consumed, and the rich food, Elrond knew the logical result was to eat less, yet there was Legolas, as fresh as a spring lettuce!

Talk at the table was amiable, and was mostly related to last night’s spectacular gala and the mid-morning event, the warrior’s cultural exchange. Warriors from Imladris, Lorien and Greenwood would give a demonstration of their training routines, and discuss weaponry, style and tactic. It promised to be an enlightening day, one in which Melven was probably in for a big surprise...

Glorfindel was thinking along the same lines. He had enjoyed a relaxing bath with his friend, and was now trying to centre himself for the event. He did not want to make an oaf of himself on the first day, he was keen to impress and show the best that Imladris had to offer to this warrior culture of the Greenwood.

Breakfast came to an end, the meeting was set for two hours hence forth, time enough to return to their quarters, for Glorfindel and Legolas to organize their troops, and dress accordingly for the day.

However, before Legolas could leave, Elrond spoke to him.

“Prince Legolas, would you join me in the library? There are several issues I wish to broach with you before the day commences.”

“Of course, my lord, lead the way, if you will.”

And with that, Elrond, Glorfindel and Legolas left the room, headed for Celebrian’s dead garden, while Erestor took over his Lord’s many duties for the day. He knew he would be informed of that which was important. Galadriel was not pleased at not being invited to the private gathering, and so she suspected it was of a personal nature. She would bide her time, Elrond would inform her of anything important, she was sure of it.

Out in the gardens, the three friends sat at the base of a withered tree. Legolas was invaded once more by that overwhelming melancholy that had attacked him that first time in these gardens with Glorfindel. His heart ached, the pain was physical and it must have shown on his face, as Glorfindel took his arm worriedly.

“Are you well, Legolas?”

Elrond’s head whipped round at that, he had been contemplating the state of the gardens.

“What is it, Legolas? Are you ill?”

His face had turned ashen and he had swayed to the side slightly, a lost expression on his sickly-pale features.

“Give me a moment.” Was all he managed to grind out, for he had suddenly swooned and felt sick. He had sensed another’s torment, he was sure of it. He felt a sharp pain in his chest now which accelerated his breathing, alarming his friends even more, his head hurt, and then his soul felt heavy, unclean and unstable. It passed then, leaving him sucking in his breath and shaking his head to rid himself of the terrible emotions that had assaulted him.

“I need”, he said unsteadily, raising to his feet, “I need to move away from this sentinel...”

Elrond and Glorfindel took one arm each and steered the prince into the centre of the garden, seating themselves once more and waiting for Legolas to explain.

Elrond cupped his cheek, turning his head to face him, checking the prince’s eyes. He was present and recuperating from whatever it had been that he had suffered.

“I am sorry for the scare, my friends. Tis only that the tree conveyed to me the suffering of another, I felt it”, he said as he turned to Elrond, his face a scant few centimetres from that of the lord.

Elrond blanched then, for if he had felt but the slightest part of Celebrian’s torment, the agony must have been considerable.

“Legolas. There have been various incidents during your four days with us so far, that lead me to believe you hide something from us, is this so?” asked Glorfindel. Elrond was still trying to digest what had happened under the tree.

Legolas looked sad then, but nodded once as he proceded to explain as much as he could.

“I shall answer you as best I can, although I would ask of you not to repeat my words unless you are sure of the company. I will also say that the time is not ripe for me to disclose the entirety of the tale, for some things are best witnessed than described.”

Glorfindel held Legolas’ gaze. Yes, he knew that Legolas had secrets, and this had just been confirmed by the prince’s plea for discretion. Elrond of course, also knew, he had even suffered a vision of some intensity, although he did not yet know how to interpret what he saw.

“Of course, I know I speak for Glorfindel also. Now, where to begin, for I have so many questions, Legolas. Perhaps - perhaps you can tell me something about what seem to be abilities with nature, animals and fauna. Do you have green magic?” asked Elrond, leaning forward to hear the tale, but still keeping his healer’s eyes on the prince.

“Well, you do start with the big ones, don’t you?” teased Legolas, striving to lighten the mood. It worked as Glorfindel chuckled, but held the princes gaze in a silent plea to begin the telling.

“Very well, I will tell you my friends, that since I have had conscience of myself and the world, I could speak to both tree and beast. At first, my father did not believe me, and I suffered in silence through what I thought was some kind of madness, something I had observed other elflings did not suffer…that is until he was faced with the undeniable truth. He caught me staring into my pony’s eyes, mine had turned a vivid green. My father had known of my eye-colour changes since my birth, for I could not control my emotions until I was two or three summers old. He had always wondered about it, but had never attributed it to any special ability, until then, that is.

My father bid me not speak of this to any, and I of course obeyed him. I was scared that perhaps someone would not take kindly to me, or that I would be mocked, or perhaps thought mad, and yet I always suspected that my father knew more of the matter than he was wont to disclose to me.

As I became older, and started my warrior training, my masters had noticed that I was always the first to sense danger or otherwise. Eventually, they approached my father, and he promptly informed them of the truth, and the need to use common sense when revealing that truth to others.

And so it has been for nigh on 2500 years or so.”

With this, he turned his head and met Elrond’s gaze.

Pulling himself together, the Balrog-slayer continued with a question of his own.

“To what extent can you communicate? With actual words, or is it more a deep sensing of emotion and intent?”

“Nay, tis a language of its own. I could not write down the words, for I would not know how, and yet there is structure and form to it. As I look at them, and establish contact, I can translate the language into any other, with inflexion, tenses, lexis, connotation, intonation and all else that constitutes a language.”

Glorfindel was astounded. He had imagined the communication to be more of a sensory nature, and yet he was being told that trees and animals actually share a language, that they were capable of expressing abstract thought and conveying it.

“Can you heal them?” asked Elrond.

“Only plant life. I cannot heal animals.”

Neither Elrond nor Glorfindel had sensed a lie, and indeed had suspected that the prince held special abilities. Everything about him screamed it to the heavens. And so Glorfindel smiled reassuringly, reaching his hand out to touch the prince’s cheek.

“I believe you, my prince, we both do. I have no reason to doubt you, quite the contrary. For you are the single most beautiful being I have ever met, prince. This he whispered as he palmed and stroked the soft cheek.”

Legolas’ eyes misted just a little more as he offered a sheepish smile to his new friend and lover.

Eventually, Glorfindel moved his hand away and continued to ask.

“Is your special condition limited to natural ability, or has some of it been acquired? What I mean, Legolas, - has the Valar had a hand in your life? Have you been touched by them?”

Legolas knew that he could not avoid the question, but how to tell him? How to make them believe, in fact, should he even be trying? For the Valar had never told him to do so, and yet neither had they said the contrary. And more than this, had they not invested him publicly? Aye, he believed he had permission to speak, and yet he held back, he sensed that he should wait for some kind of sign, a catalyst of some kind.

“My friends, this is where my tale must end for the present. I will not keep secrets from you for longer than necessary, but the time is not right – trust me?”

“There is nothing to forgive, beautiful Legolas. We will do as you ask,” said Elrond. And he meant it – yes he was frustrated at not getting the whole truth from Legolas – he desperately wanted to piece together the facts and relate them to his vision, but that would have to wait.

Legolas took a deep breath, and then smiled at both his friends, glad that some of the truth had been revealed.

“Well, I must attend to my duties with Erestor before joining you both on the training fields, until later! Said Elrond, as he rose, and left the gardens, bound for his library to meet with advisor.

“You weave a strange, magical song, Prince – you have me enthralled, and I would not forsake your friendship or your loving – I would take our relationship further than one Spring Equinox of Carnal Delight, if you will consent, of course?

“Oh yes, I do so willing consent, my warrior lover, for you have undone me somehow, I feel something for you which I cannot put into words, not yet, and so let us love each other, with or without our companions, for neither will I relinquish you, however promiscuous I or you may be “

And with that, they came together in a tender kiss that filled their hearts with joy, and sealed their bond of deep friendship.

“Come then, general, for we have troops to organize, and a display to give” said Legolas as he pulled Glorfindel up with him, “and a certain elf to teach a lesson to...”

THE END

“The Protege: Training Day” is coming soon. My thanks for reading the tale
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