Stonewalls and Greenleaves

Stonewalls and Greenleaves

Legolas could never make peace with how the stonewalls made him feel as he paced the flagstones of Minas Tirith. At first arrival he had been dismayed with what appeared to be a stone cell of laberynth porportion. With twists turns and sloping streets that climbed high into the top of Mount Mindulluin. Yet now after several weeks with the diplomatic party adjusting to such foreign surroundings he found himself comforted by the hard unyielding strength of the walls. Is this what men feel? He wondered to himself as he started to wander down the corridors of the Stewards apartments. The need to surround themselves with stone, with steel armour, with bounderies and walls? Does it make them feel safer to wall themselves away from nature? Perhaps there should be no surprise at why they have such muted perception. They try to keep themselves blind and deaf from those
that would harm them. He trailed his fingers at the glass. Even walls that one sometimes could not see.

He and the party from Mirkwood would return soon back to the forest. Although he could lose himself here for a time in the hard beauty of Minas Tirith, the trees called to him. Whispering as the wind rustled their leaves of life, of green growing things and the smell of soil after a long cool rain in the summer. The gardens here were clipped
and contained the the wood elf longed for the wild foliage of his home. Though there was one thing here that drew kept him from leaving. The Steward had become a fast friend, with wisdom bright in his eyes and his bearing proud and yet modest at the same moment. The mortal had not yet married, yet he would in time as the family of Hurin was older than he going down in time as the cousin of Turin who had become one of the greatest of men in elvendom. The line was linked to that of the house of Lord Elrond himself. And yet unlike
the elven lord who had become lessoned like yellowed grass in summer's heat due to the loss of Celebrian, The Steward was in his prime; and also rather handsome.

Hiding a small smile that graced his lips he turned and glanced at the floor watching the candle light cast a pool of soft light from beyond the door. "Legolas, green leaf, are you not to come tonight? Come prince, will you share the night's bounty without me? The wine will grow warm if you linger." Placing his hand on the door he pushed it open and walked into the ruler of Gondor's bedroom. "Aye, I come. The night has more than wine for its bounty and I wish to sample all of its fruits this night. We shall drink wine later, afterwards. Come to bed dear heart. I long for your touch Ecthelion." Legolas tugged on his lover's hand as Ecthelion glanced back at the wine. "Aye, but the wine Legolas it will get warm if not drunk."

Long white elven arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him flush against the prince's body. "I intend to drink something entirely different tonight, sweet one. And the longer you deny it from me the greater my thirst." Putting his hand at the back of Ecthelion's neck he kissed him passionately, putting all of his need and desire into
the Steward's mouth and drawing the answering need from the man with his tongue. "I thought about you in council. Of taking you there, on the table in front of my adivisers. I thought of you in my office as well Legolas. Of bending you over my desk and spilling myself all over the military reports. I thought of you all day." Ecthelion began undressing himself, nokingking his eyes from his lover's form. "All those fantasies Legolas. 'Twas very distracting, very...frustrating. You have awakened a hunger in me the like of which I have never known. I crave you as a drowning man craves air. Ai, Legolas!" His lover did not reply as his mouth was currently occupied between Ecthelion's legs. Tangling his fingers in the elf's hair, he continued heavily.

"There have been days this past week when I thought I would go mad if I did not have you, if I could not feel you between my thighs." I have seen the way the ladies of the court stare at you and the jelousy that it rises inside of me burns all reason to ash, and my mind begins to burn with thoughts of making them know what I do with you in the night." The steward's back arched as Legolas hummed his assent. "The very smell of you has caused me to harden, to make me remove your clothes and put you over my sher uer until we find somewhere soft to lie together." Legolas laughed as he moved away, causing Ecthelion to groan with frustration. "You talk too much at times, Ecthelion. I can think of better things for you to do with that silver tongue." Turning onto his stomach he spread his legs.

"Come Ectheliohe lhe last night we were here you told me you wished to put your mouth on me. To kiss me. Kiss me Ecthelion, kiss me where you would like to be more than anything. I wish to feel your face between my thighs." The touch of the Steward's toungue upon such a private place made Legolas gasp, and then thrusck ack as Ecthelion moved his face deeper between the elf's cheeks. "Ai! like that Ecthelion, yes don't stop please. I need you, I must have you, take me Ecthelion. Show me your love." I did not bring oil Legolas, 'tis in the other room. Shall I go and-" Ecthelion could not finish the statement as Legolas had grabbed him and rolled him underneath his naked body.

"You will not be going anywhere unless it is inside me. The only thing you need do, Ecthelion, is put yourself inside of me. Ride me like the Rohirrim ride their horses, until the beast's knees buckle and their eyes roll. I wish to be covered in sweat and the leavings of your body." Straddling the man, he slowly lowered himself onto
Ecthelion, the sounds of both lo fil filling the hot night air. "Ah, yes. It is well Ecthelion, your mouth has eased the way do not worry." Legolas leaned down and kissed him gently. "You worry too much of breaking me. I am not of glass sweet one. You may be as rough with me as you have dreamed in the council chambers.

Rocking gently, Legolas began to sing. Of the stone walls of the city, of the lush green forests of Mirkwood. Of the stars and the hot night air. Of what Ecthelion's body made him feel in this season of wonderful close heat. His song however was cut short as his cry of completion rent the air, and he bit down upon the Steward's shoulder to silence himself. The guards were nearby and they had to be wary. As ifolasolas' song had driven him to new heights, Ecthelion's movement became harder and picked up speed. Soon he too collapsed boneless upon the bed. Silence hung as the two lay quietly, lost in the feeling of closeness.

"You leave soon. I know this, I can see it in the others' eyes." The statement made Legolas look at him sadly before nodding. Ecthelion closed his eyes, unable to look at his love with such pain. "Will I ever see you again?" "Nay," Legolas spoke softly. "Nay, I do noink ink so. But if any of your kin cross my path I promise you now that I will aid them in what ever fashion I can. This I swear." The party of elves left the next week, and Legolas never forgot the white tower, or the wise Steward that guarded it. It was many decades later that he found himself looking at another pair of eyes. It was then that he knew he would help the newest scion of the Hurin family. He only hoped he would not fail his lost love.
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