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Fifteen Years	By : Ertia Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 14168 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Not my garden, I just play in it. Ah, but isn't it full of such lovely flowers to play with?
Ahem.

Due to.. umm... circumstances beyond this authors..uh.. control, I have decided to post an extra chapter this week.

There! That's it. It's done. You can lower the arrows now, really! Haldir, call them off! What? Since when have you taken orders from Emmess?!?

Fifteen Years

Chapter 9: Mistake

Feanal was smirking as they rode out of Imladris, but held his decorum until they had crossed the bridge. Then he laughed heartily. "I shouldn't have encouraged their foolishness. They'll be on stable duty and cleaning the pig's sty for a month!"
"And after that, they will polish every inch of metal in the armory." Glorfindel called back wickedly.
"If I know the twins," Legolas replied, casually lowering his hood and opening his cloak, "They most likely connived you into it, not the other way 'round."
He sensed, rather than saw, Feanal's reaction to his identity, but to his credit the other Courtesan merely smiled and extended his hand. "I am Feanal, Courtesan of Imladris."
"Sarnlass, Courtesan of the House of Thranduil." Legolas replied, returning the firm clasp. "Well met, Feanal."
"And now we are both exchanged to Lothlorien." Feanal said with a sigh, tilting his head back, his dark brown eyes reflecting the pools of the clouds above. "Have you ever been?"
"Nay. And you?"
"Only as an elfling. My father managed trade agreements between the realms and would let me ride with him."
They rode on in silence for a while, then Feanal said, "I hear rumor that it was Galadriel's head courtesan who was traded to Greenwood. Is it true?"
"Indeed. Mirie recognized him immediately." Legolas confirmed the gossip with a smile. As a prince, he wasn't given to such, but as a courtesan, he had a feeling that it could very well come to his advantage.
"I hear," and Feanal's voice lowered, "that he was involved in a scandal to displace Haldir, the March Warden of Lothlorien, and that he was traded out before Haldir chanced to commit a kinslaying."
Legolas smiled, although he doubted the dramatics of the story. "Well, we'll soon know for ourselves, won't we?"
Feanal sobered as he murmured. "I even hear that one of us is to be given to Haldir as a sort of apology from the Lady."
Legolas shook his head, wondering how much of that tidbit of gossip was true. He sighed, "Well, at least it will not be boring."
Feanal laughed aloud once more. "Nay, it is not our lot to be bored! Unless of course, you speak of the drilling kind."
Legolas returned the laughter at the bawdiness of the joke, and the two rode on in companionable silence.

For the most part, Glorfindel kept the escort seperate from the Courtesans, allowing them to travel in peace. Only Hereval was allowed to speak with them freely. They were left to themselves for most of the journey, riding and talking of everything except what might lie ahead. That subject was still too uncertain for either of them to wish to dwell on.

Then the day came when Glorfindel reined in early, in the midst of a grassy knoll where an oak tree lined brook burbled through. "Across that brook, and over that hill yonder, lies the border of Lothlorien. We rest here tonight, and in the morning, we shall arrive in Caras Galadron."
After their light repast, Glorfindel approached them. "Come. There are thermal pools near here where you can bathe and take ease. I will stand guard for you."
Exchanging grateful glances, Legolas and Feanal gathered their things and followed Glorfindel through a small copse of oak trees to where a heated pool bubbled through the rocks before flowing down to join the snow-melt fed stream. Glorfindel gave them both a nod, then turned his back, perching on a boulder some ways away, close enough to offer protection, and far enough to allow them privacy.
Feanal and Legolas stripped off travel worn clothes and Legolas slipped into the warm water. He couldn't help but notice Feanal's finely toned body, the strong shoulders and arms, and the slight waist... an archers body, like his own. Feanal caught him looking and gave him an appraising stare as well.
Slipping slowly into the water, he nodded his approval. "A pretty pair we make, Sarnlass. I'm dark where you are light, and other than that, mirror images."
"Perhaps the Lady Galadriel will pose us as statues in her gardens." Legolas laughed lightly, although he felt a hot blush from more than just the water.
Feanal nodded, before sinking back to luxuriate in the soft mineral water. "Indeed. That sounds like something that would amuse her."
Glad to be rid of travel grime, Legolas scrubbed every inch of his body that he could reach. As he was trying to do his back, he was surprised when he felt strong fingers take the soap from his hand and sooth it over his skin.
"I'll wash your back, if you'll wash mine." Feanal said warmly, as his fingers lathered the soap over Legolas' back.
"Aye, thank you." Legolas stretched and relaxed as Feanal's hands massaged his tired muscles and soothed small circles down his spine. Relaxing under Feanal's expert touch, Legolas sunk lower into the water, sighing. At last, Feanal stopped and stepped away, holding out the soap.
"My turn!" Feanal turned his back to Legolas, exposing his glistening wet skin, steamed from the warm water.
Legolas took the soap from him and lifted the veil of dark brown hair from his shoulders. With long strokes, he began to work the tension from Feanal's finely muscled body. As Feanal relaxed, Legolas found himself more and more enchanted with the courtesan's creamy skin, the subtle play and stretch of the toned muscles as they relaxed under his hands.
Digging deep with his knuckles into the tight knots at the base of the spine, he heard Feanal give a moaning sigh as the tension from the long ride was worked out of his body. Encouraged, Legolas rubbed lower, letting his palms run over the tightly muscled buttocks. The innocent act of washing anothers back had turned into a sensual exploration. Feanal leaned back into his hands and Legolas felt himself harden in anticipation.
Kneading the smooth muscles, Legolas slid closer through the water, letting his erection slide between Feanal's thighs. With a gentle caress he slid one hand around Feanal's hip and thrust lightly against his companion, while leaning forward to murmur in his ear, "Do you want me, Feanal?"
Feanol tensed ever so slightly and Legolas, taking it for passion, thrust against him again, letting his erection slide between his buttocks in a gently teasing motion.
"Sarnlass..." Feanal's voice was soft, barely a whisper.
"Yes?" Legolas asked, smoothing his hand over the prominent hipbone.
"What are you doing?" The words were a bewildered whimper, and Legolas paused, holding both hands still on the slim hips.
"What's wrong?" Legolas asked, confused. He had spoken of finding him attractive, and he hadn't seemed to mind his touch a moment ago.
Feanal jerked from his hands, sinking into the water and sliding along the wall, his eyes wide. But there was a hint of disbelief and more than a little disdain in his voice as he said, "Do you know nothing?"
"What?" Legolas asked, backing away, bewildered.
The other courtesan looked at him with the eyes of a child that has lost a precious gift. His voice was a sigh across the gurgling pool. "Are there no other male courtesans in Mirkwood?"
Legolas shook his head. "Aye, Ferdal. But he belongs to my fa..to the King."
Feanal frowned, "Who trained you? I thought Mirkwood was reknowned for their courtesans?"
"Mirie...but..." Legolas stared at his companion. "Tell me what is wrong, Feanal."
"Don't you understand?" The other courtesan bit out, his delicate face showing his dismay. His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "Must we not withstand enough unwanted touch, more than enough.... without forcing it on each other?"
Legolas' hands fell to his side, the impact of what he had done slowly dawning on him. "Feanal. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted me as much as I did you. I never meant..."
"Because I found you attractive? Because I look at you and see an object of beauty?" Feanal shoved back from Legolas and quickly rinsed the remaining soap from his body. "Or because you're the son of a king, and so we all should want you?"
At the vicious words, Legolas stepped back. "Feanal..." Any words he could think of seemed inadequate. In the end he simply bowed low in the water, his hand to his heart in respect. "My most sincere apologies, my friend. I never meant to harm you."
Feanal had scrambled to the bank and was swiftly drying. His voice was cool, although Legolas could hear the choked resonance behind the words. "You are not my friend, Sarnlass."
And Feanal dressed quickly and was gone, back to the fire. Legolas sank down in the water with a pained sigh. His one acquaintance, and he had already ruined it. Feanal was right though. He should never have assumed...had he always assumed his partners wanted him? Was Feanal right, that he was the spoiled prince, even under the collar?
They were hard questions, and as much as he longed to deny them, Legolas' eyes stung with more than soap as he washed his hair and climbed out of the pool, dressing slowly before calling to Glorfindel that he was finished.

"Where is Feanal?" Glorfindel asked, gazing about him.
"He's gone back already." Legolas said with a sigh.
Glorfindel gave him a long look, then said, "Feanal is more sensitive than he seems. I hope you have not upset him, Courtesan."
Legolas ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Oh, did I ever."
The Elf Lord sighed and replied, "Well, I hope you can make it right. Feanal is not one to be angered lightly."
"Wonderful." Legolas muttered as he followed the golden lord back to the encampment.

Ta da!

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Morier, thanks again for the heads-up on my oopsie! Glad your enjoying More Serious as well!

Emmess: You can call Haldir and the Galadhrim off any old time now. Do you know how hard it is to write anything with an arrow jabbing you in the back?

Soda: Glad you're liking it! Valar forbid I ever post a BAD chapter! :) (Uh, you don't happen to have any sway with Haldir and his Elves do you?)

Nikkiling: Yes, Elrohir's little prank figures slightly later. And it was rather fun to write. :D Soon soon we'll be Lothlorien!

Min: Here, deary. I think you need this roll of paper towels. :) Yes, I'm rather fond of my Glorfindel as well. Sadly, all too soon, he must return to his duties in Imladris. I'm sure we can find equally drool-worthy candidates in Lorien, don't you think? ;)

Once again, thank you all for reading! I'm off to Oregon for the weekend. Be good Elflings while I'm away! :)
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