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Arcane Land	By : alpham31 Category: +Third Age > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2529 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine, and neither are its characters. I make no money with my writing. This story was written for the simple pleasure of it.

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Warning: explicit sex

CHAPTER EIGHT: Fly With Me

Elladan was trapped between the bark and the hot, pulsing flesh of his lover, between the beauty of the Evergreen Wood, and the beauty that was his lover – he wanted this, so badly that he tilted his head back and opened his arms wide, that Galdithion could take the cloth from his steaming flesh and mould him to his will.

He felt a hot mouth at his neck, devouring his skin, licking and sucking until Elladan was breathing hard, his chest pumping as strong hands caressed his naked flesh. He moaned as he moved his head from one side to another, openly inviting the oral caress of this skilled elf that was wringing sensations from him that had been long dormant.

A hand brushed over his straining groin then, as if requesting permission to free the flesh within. The groan that escaped the Noldorin warrior was all Galdithion needed to deftly pull at the strings that held the cloth together, loosening the velvet until his hand could fit inside, cupping the object of his desire tenderly, in complete contrast to the caresses of his mouth and his other hand.

Elladan’s fuzzy mind told him then, that his own cock was impossibly large – larger than it had ever been, and another wave of ecstasy hit him as he undulated most sensuously against the tree, a gesture that had Galdithion panting, and loosening his own breeches, and taking his rock hard penis in one hand, as he looked at the beauty before him, now divested of his clothing from the waist down.

“Do you want me?” he whispered harshly.

“I want you,” said Elladan, his breath forced from his pulsing body as the Sylvan drove into him with force.

They both stood, locked together, their muscles taut as they moved into the most intimate of caresses, Galdithion as he held the deep penetration, Elladan as he flexed his abdominals, his pelvis rising to meet the Sylvan’s onslaught.

And then, they slowly began to undulate, finding their rhythm together, at first slow and deep, soon shifting to shallow and fast, as the moans and gasps began to flow. Elladan raked his skilled hands through the chestnut locks of the one that fucked him so well, as Galdithion’s hands roved over his buttocks, his back, up and over his shoulders before taking Elladan’s face and watching as he took him, kissing him only to watch him again as he drove himself inside, again and again, until Elladan’s head fell back against the trunk, his breath becoming shallow. Galdithion took him in his hand and caressed him, willing him with his eyes to come hard for him, as he thrust harder, rocking his lover mercilessly until he himself was on the brink of bliss.

Yet it was his eyes, his beautiful, stunning, dark gray eyes, so expressive in their passion, the pleasure he was giving his Noldorin lover that finally tipped Galdithion over the edge and into a sea of ecstasy, as he opened his mouth and threw his own head back, closing his eyes lest they escape him, for his body was exploding – over and over again as wave after wave of bliss crashed over him, his ears tuning in to the gasps of pure pleasure that Elladan emitted as he received the hot seed, even as Elladan himself came copiously over Galdithion’s pumping hand, bathing his own straining abdomen.

Panting in the aftermath of their madness, both kissed again, smiling as they did so, for both knew that this was just the beginning…

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Melven sat in a pool of steaming, crystal clear water, the smell of it was peculiar, although he knew not what made it that way. He half stood, half floated in the water, his body relaxing as he was sent into a state of semi-vigil, until Legolas broke the silence.

“You cannot sleep now, Melven, for we have only just begun.”

“Um… I would not dream of it, my friend, ‘tis only that this is such… bliss I tell you. I could stay here all day, my body rendered but a shriveled plum yet I would be the happiest of elves…”

Legolas smiled as he closed his own eyes, leaning his head against the stone ledge behind him. The two had been met by Huoriel, the administrator of the natural spa which sat under the mountain dwelling of the wood elves. Legolas had kissed her on the lips, much to Melven’s surprise, and he was left wondering whether this female was one of the lord’s lovers, he wouldn’t be surprised, of course, for this elf seemed to have lovers at every turn. They had then been undressed by a beautiful, dark-haired female by the name of Minu, and a sinfully innocent looking male, whom Legolas had called Imrah. Once naked, they had been ushered towards this pool, one of several that dotted the cavern floor.

The pools were located inside the base of the mountain, surrounded on three sides by solid stone, and was completely open on the remaining side, which lent a stunning view of the Evergreen Wood. Just outside the opening, was a grassy hill which dipped downwards, beyond which nothing could be seen, for they were still relatively high up.

Legolas had explained to Melven that this was a place of pleasure and health, taken either separately or together. One could simply receive a treatment for the skin or hair, perhaps for a special occasion, or, should the mood take you, to receive a little Carnal Delight, for much to Melven’s surprise, the Greenwood courtesans worked here, all of them skilled in aesthetics, hair experts, skin therapists, they knew every remedy, every herb, oil and cream for enhancing the body – for this, was Finlond.

A subtle slosh alerted Melven that Legolas had propelled himself out of the waters, into the arms of a serene Minu, who wrapped his waist in a white cloth and led him through an archway that shone a bright orange. Legolas spared one last backward glance at Melven, a sly smirk on his angelic face. Imrah crouched behind the dark warrior, bending his head close as he spoke softly in Melven’s ear.

“Will you accompany me, Lieutenant?” he said, in a low, husky voice that had absolutely nothing in common with his boyish appearance.

Without a word, Melven left the pool, as Imrah openly inspected the warrior’s form. He smiled as he wrapped a cloth around the warrior’s middle and led him through the same archway through which Legolas had disappeared just moments before.

There were solid stone beds which had been carved from the rock itself, similar to those within the healing halls. Each bed had a screen of wood and parchment beside it, which let the light through, yet gave a modicum of privacy for whatever would go on behind them. Legolas lay naked, face-down behind one, the lovely Minu hovering over him as she selected one of the many bottles that lined the shelves behind her. The lord rested his head on his arms, his long hair wet and dripping, fell to the ground below.

Melven thought then, that he should lie down now, lest his body betray him, and so he did, as he willed his incipient erection to go away. He felt warm oily hands contact with his own heated skin. Imrah had begun his magic as he kneaded and massaged, using his fingers, his palms, his forearms to give Melven such delight as he had never felt. He was, by now, incapable of speech, but the groans that escaped him were more than expressive, as he, in turn, registered those of Legolas. They were separated by the flimsy screens between their stone altars, yet Melven could easily interpret the shadows they cast, as a female with ample breasts sat atop a prostrate Legolas, taking her pleasure as she rode him with relish.

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Elladan and Galdithion floated in the thermal pool, laughing as they splashed each other, only to come together in a heated kiss that had them both hard – again. Now that they had tasted each other, they could not stop and had already done it twice. This time, it was Elladan who sloshed up behind his lover and embraced him, pulling Galdithion’s body back onto his now, mighty erection.

Galdithion was wondering whether Legolas had given the staff instructions to leave them be, for normally, these pools would be teaming with lords at this time, yet he decided he didn’t care, for he would have Elladan fuck him with an audience if that was what it took – and thus, he lay his head back upon his lover’s strong shoulder, and reached back to stroke his thighs, listening to the sensuous sounds that Elladan emitted, as he nuzzled into his neck, licking and biting his way down to his collarbone, gasping as he ground his erection into the soft buttocks he so wanted to pierce, that he had already lubricated.

Taking his cock into his hand, Elladan guided his way forwards, only to moan in ecstasy, as Galdithion parted his own buttocks in wanton invitation – that simple gesture had set his blood boiling, as he plunged into the slippery passage once more, setting a slow yet bruising rhythm that suited his lover well, for he was almost at his pinnacle, as he panted out his pleasure, telling Elladan exactly what he wanted.

Elladan had never lasted so little, nor come so hard. It was his third orgasm yet it felt like the first, for it was blissfully long and copious, just as it was for his lover, who rode out his own intense pleasure as their voices echoed through the cavern, eliciting an indulgent smile from the two elves within, who were currently immersed in their own pleasures. Minu continued atop her prince’s steely rod, undulating most sensuously, her breasts bouncing enticingly before his eyes, touching herself as she took her pleasure, just as her lord had invited her to do.

He sighed so prettily, and every gasp took her further away from reality, as her belly began to tingle and her body spasmed hard as she impaled herself on the hard muscle, gliding it over her clitoris as she rode out the waves of utter pleasure. She jumped off him then, just in time to engulf him with her ample mouth and milk him until he was dry, delighting in his gasps and groans she wrenched from his lovely throat. She decided that she could fuck this elf all day, yet she had a job to do, one she took seriously, and so she straightened her light robe, and continued to worship her client’s body, preparing a rosemary shampoo and then a calendula formula to condition his glorious hair.

Melven for his part, had received the massage of his life, one that had finished with three fingers up his behind, moving in and out as they spread the herbal oil over the insides of his passage. Melven groaned in ecstasy as he opened his legs wider for Imrah to prepare him, his shaft now rock hard, anticipating the moment this delicate-looking male would pierce him and make him come.

And indeed, Imrah was nothing if not efficient, as he immersed his generous cock inside the passage he had so diligently prepared, rocking himself back and forth as his client expressed his non-verbal approval, opening himself delightfully until he came under his masseur’s expert loving.

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Elladan and Galdithion lounged against the cool stone of the pool, lost in each other’s arms as they drifted so very pleasantly on a wave of pure bliss, yet the peaceful silence was suddenly and utterly broken by the mad laughing and whooping coming from the tunnel, approaching fast. As they turned their heads sluggishly to see what would emerge from the orange hue, the gloriously naked body of Legolas came into sight. He ran like the wind, a laughing and flapping Melven, equally naked, dashing after him, trying and failing to keep up with the Forest Lord.

The two lovers looked on in amusement, for some dare had been issued by the mischievous look on their friends’ faces and the fun they were having.

“Run like the wind, Melven, don’t stop – just do as I do –“ shouted Legolas over his shoulder, and with that, Legolas disappeared through the cavern exit and into the bright light beyond. Just scant seconds after him was Melven, his legs pumping madly, his arms seeking for balance as he whooshed past the steaming pool until he, too, had disappeared. However, no sooner had he passed beyond their sight, than a long, drawn out wail could be heard, which transformed itself into a terrified scream – and then there was silence.

Elladan turned his concerned face to Galdithion, whose face was an unreadable mask.

“Are you elf enough, Elladan? Do you have what it takes?”

“For you, I would do anything,” he stated categorically, pleased at the satisfied look on his lover’s face.

“Then come, fly with me…”

And with that, not leaving time for Elladan to reply, he took his hand in an iron grip, as they pulled themselves out of the pool. Galdithion spared one last glance at his unwitting lover, kissed him sweetly and then began to run, pulling Elladan with him.

Elladan ran fast – he had to, to keep up with this Sylvan sprite. Their black and chestnut hair streamed behind their naked bodies until they were finally out of the cave and in the bright sunshine, running – downhill… the hill was so steep and they had caught such momentum that Elladan could not have stopped even if he wanted to, which he did, for the grass disappeared just a few meters before him, and what lay beyond could not be seen, but there was a roaring sound that was only too familiar to him.

He turned his panicked face to Galdithion for reassurance, yet the only thing he saw was joy, as his lover smiled beautifully and his eyes sparkled – he was full of life and exuberance as he held out his other arm, returning his lover’s gaze.

“Fly with me,” he said again, and Elladan screamed as the ground beneath him disappeared and they fell through the air.

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Sometime later, the four lay together – their hair wrapped in hot towels, balmed with a recipe of calendula cream, their eyes closed as the arnica gel slowly worked its way into the pores of the delicate skin, refreshing and rejuvenating it. Their bodies were worked by the strong hands of the masseurs that attended them, strapping males that were bare from the waist up, their hair tied neatly back so as not to hinder their work.

It was Legolas who broke the opulent silence.

“Well, my Noldorin friends, did you enjoy the flight?”

Galdithion could not hold back his mirth as he snorted and cackled evilly at how Elladan had screamed as he had unexpectedly jumped off the cliff and down the waterfall, into the pool below, on the banks of which they now lounged.

Elladan schooled his features, replying to the still giggling Sylvan as pompously as he could manage.

“A simple scream is to be expected, Galdithion, yet it was not I that wailed like a banshee… “

By now, Legolas was holding his sides as his masseur struggled to maintain his grip on the strong shoulders.

Melven held his hands over his face, for he was mortified. He had wailed, and then screamed like a child – a female child.

Once he was able to control himself, Legolas took pity on the suffering Melven and decided to change the subject.

“Well, my friends, has this not been a good day for us all?” he asked, a saucy smile upon his lips.

“The first thing I shall do when I get back home, is to suggest to my father he open a Finlond – for we have natural hot springs there, too, although they are a little further out. Perhaps sweet Minu or Imrah could come on the exchange program, show us how to work it,” suggested Elladan.

The courtesans simply smiled serenely as they continued with their work, but the words had had a profound impact on them, they would speak to Minu later, for the possibilities were intriguing…

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The four friends had ambled back to their quarters, deliciously relaxed and sated. Legolas had suggested a nightcap in his quarters, to which all had agreed – this nightcap, however, would be just that, a drink before bed.

Settling themselves in the living room before the roaring hearth, they helped themselves to the rich wine which sat on a low table, Elladan and Galdithion unashamedly embracing each other. Galdithion spared a quick glance at his friend, who smiled before turning his attention to his wine and taking a generous gulp.

Melven for his part, simply watched, smiling contentedly at the two, new-found lovers, remembering the days he too had fallen in love with his bonded mate. Yet he knew only too well how love could peter out if not nurtured by both – love was a precious gift that must be fed or perish as all things starved, and Melven knew of what he spoke.

“Well now, Gal – you have your heart’s desire, your Noldorin warrior seems to reciprocate your attentions…”

Gal looked down at Elladan, who reclined sensuously in his arms.

“Well? Do you?” he asked, as he poised a sugared chestnut before his lover’s pink lips.

Elladan watched him – this Sylvan guard, for his words had sounded insecure and Elladan thought that perhaps he knew why.

“I do,” he murmured as his wet, pink tongue reached for the treat, which Galdithion popped inside his lover’s mouth, his groin swelling as he stared down at this glorious elf, the one he wished to possess once more.

“Galdithion, for the love of the Valar, take yourself and your lover to your rooms and show him your desire – leave Melven and I to our cups if you please – and take those damned chestnuts with you.”

Two glasses of wine later, two drowsy elves sat before the fire in silence, each lost in his own thoughts.

“Well, Melven. Who would have thought. That day in the Valley as you spoke with your friends and called us ‘Twirling Faeries’ – who would say that we would find ourselves here, sharing wine together and calling each other friends,” mused Legolas as he sipped on the rich wine.

He was not being cruel, but he had to speak of it – there could be no hard feelings between them, he wanted it all out in the open.

Melven did not answer immediately, but took his time to think on the words Legolas had uttered. He had been most pejorative, he had actually hated this elf who now sat before him, the same elf that now invited him into his home and offered him friendship. He was ashamed yet he also knew that he could not continue to flagellate himself with the past. He had changed, and if he could recognize that, he could also forgive himself.

“Indeed, my friend,” he said as he looked at Legolas, his eyes unwavering, steadfast. “I never asked your forgiveness for my behavior although I always hoped that you would see me for what I am, an elf that has seen his faults and that seeks to redeem himself… I am honoured to call you friend, my Lord – Legolas – for you are good, and fair, judicious and generous, all those things I strive for, have been in times long past. Perhaps I can find myself once more, here, amongst your people.”

Legolas held his gaze, watching his friend’s face as he confessed so humbly his shortcomings and his aspirations. That was no easy task, one that required humility and intelligence, qualities that were so very hard to find, and so Legolas decided that Melven was, indeed, a worthy friend, one he very much wished to see thrive, fulfill his desires during the coming year – a year he knew would be both arduous and rewarding, heart-breaking yet joyous.

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They took breakfast at the fortress, for they had slept there the night before, yet as of today, that would change.

Antien already sat at the Noldorin table, invited by Balentar and both were immersed in a conversation. The four friends joined the two healers, who stood and bowed before sitting again and resuming their debate as they munched on their food.

“Nay, the toxin contains a substance that affects the muscles only, especially those of the legs – it is hard to describe, Balentar.”

“But you must, I need to document this if I am to have the slightest chance of success with an antidote.”

“Then you have just the person to ask – I am sure Lord Legolas can describe the symptoms.”

Legolas looked up at hearing his name, he already knew of what they spoke.

“Yellow belly poisoning…” he said flatly, as he began to eat, looking at Balentar expectantly. Melven and Elladan began their own repast, but the memories of their briefing just yesterday made their stomach turn. Melven especially, wished that Balentar would shut up and change the subject.

“Can you describe the effects on the muscles, my Lord?” he asked, as he leant forward.

“It first creates the need to move. You become restless, your legs shake involuntarily yet you also need to lift them, rock them, bend them – ‘tis a strange sensation indeed.”

“How do you feel if you do not move them?”

“Anxious.”

“Good, and then?”

“They begin to shake more until they cramp, and the pain is excrutiating,” he said nonchalantly as he took a bite from his bread and honey. “The muscles contract and shift your limbs into strange positions, your toes open, your fingers, your wrist bends at an awkward angle – that sort of thing.”

Melven continued to eat slowly, taking a glance at Elladan, who had, he realized, become immersed in the conversation.

“Alright, that gives me a good idea of what I am facing – is there anything more?”

Legolas looked up at him then, somewhat surprised before answering.

“That, is just the beginning, Balentar.”

“Ah, I see.”

By the time Legolas had finished, Melven sat before his half-finished food, a decidedly gray hue over his skin. He swallowed hard before rising and excusing himself, walking away somewhat stiffly.

“I do believe we have turned his stomach,” said Elladan as he watched his friend leave the table.

“Well, he’d better get used to it,” replied Balentar. “This is no place for weak stomachs!”

“Indeed not,” replied Legolas, his plate now empty and a satisfied smile on his face. “Now come, Elladan. Find Melven, go to the barracks and find Idreno. He will tell you what to do. I will see you on the training field!” And with that, he stood and left, Galdithion striding purposefully behind him.

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Melven and Elladan stood side by side, together with five other warriors, all identically clad in black leggings and boots, and the famous brown leather skirt and sleeveless jerkins. The reglamentary vambraces covered the entire forearm. They were fully armed, as per their orders. Bows and arrows, swords and knives upon their backs, inside their boots. All in all, their uniform was heavy.

Barathon, Legolas’ cousin, joined them, smiling as he nodded, somewhat condescendingly, thought Elladan. Legolas had been ordered to accept him on the adjustment training and in return, had reserved the right to not include him on their forays should he not meet the required standards. Barathon was an embarrassing situation for the royal family, it was widely understood that this move had been necessary, and if Barathon was as useless as he was made out to be, then sooner or later he would make a mistake that was serious enough for Legolas to expel him – but it had to be made clear that they had tried and failed, rather than not giving him the opportunity to succeed at all.

It was The Company’s job to get them ready for action in the most conflictive areas of the Greenwood. They would not go easy on them, for one mistake could have fatal results. As of today, they would train them to their physical limits for two weeks, during which they would also receive classes on tracking, first aid, tactics and non-verbal communication, for the Company had developed a highly sophisticated language using bird calls.

They stood to attention as Legolas and his eight companions moved into a line in front of them. They were glorious, identically dressed to the recruits, yet their arms were covered in bands, each one of them a master in at least one discipline, some in two, Legolas in three.

“Today,” began the commander, “we begin your adjustment training. Only the toughest, bravest and most skilled have a place here with us,” he gestured to his men at his side. “You have all shown your worth on the battle field and will continue to do so – but can you be a part of The Company?”

Dimaethor stepped forward then and shouted out his orders.

“Maintain the line, to the right at a brisk jog around the perimeter until further orders!” And with that, the warriors began to run around the training field, while The Company stood together in the centre, pointing out this or that warrior, commenting on physical strength or lack thereof.

Each had been assigned his own personal trainer. Lindo had, of course, requested to train Melven, and Legolas himself would train Elladan. Ram en’ Ondo had been unfortunate enough to draw the short straw and would be in charge of Barathon’s training.

Yet that first day, the recruits had simply ran – for long, grueling hours – a task that had shown The Company how fit each of them were. Elladan and Melven had held their own, but were by no means the fittest of the group – they had some hard days ahead, mused Legolas as they finally broke ranks and walked back to the barracks.

Barathon nodded and went his own way, leaving the other recruits to hobble back to the barracks. Melven and Elladan had only just caught their breath, when Legolas and Pengon approached them, slapping them both on their leather-clad shoulders.

“This evening, The Company will visit Imderen, a small village not half an hour’s ride out, will you join us?”

Elladan looked at Melven for confirmation before answering for both.

“If we have energy enough to get out of our baths, we will join you, my Lord.”

“At the twentieth hour then, at the gates,” smiled Legolas, before walking back to his men.

“Are you alright, Melven?” asked a concerned Elladan, for the elf was pale and sweaty, he dragged his feet and his shoulders were slumped. He thought perhaps that he himself might look something like that, and the idea brought a smile to his face, which in turn elicited a frown from his friend.

“Does my pathetic physical appearance amuse you, Elladan?” he asked, only half serious, he knew Elladan meant him no harm, however he felt vile and his mood had turned sour.

“Nay, I was thinking we must both be a sight – we need a bath, hearty food and a night with the lads – come! You will feel better in no time!”
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