The Moth & The Flame

BY : Avaloyuru
Category: +Third Age > Slash - Male/Male
Dragon prints: 2331
Disclaimer: I do not own any copyright to the Tolkien/Middle-Earth Fandom, nor his canon characters or languages. I do not receive any form of compensation for this fanfiction. Original characters are my property.

As Thranduil and Tauriel finally declare their love to each other, there are those that plot to tear them apart.

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The fire in the hearth had burned down to little more than a few glowing embers as the last dregs of sleep lifted from him.  A slight smile curled Thranduils’ lips as he recalled the events of the festival but more particularly the events that followed and resisted the urge to hug the soft warm body closer to him.  The room was filled with the aromas of her preferred lavender and lilac, the scent of her filled his senses as he lay there quietly with his face buried in the soft silkiness of her hair.  One arm possessively holding her around her slender waist, he was more than aware of the firm breast he held gently in his hand.  The warmth of her naked body pressed so tightly against his own as he curled around her had stirred his desire to an ache in his groin.

Forcing his mind to other things he allowed her to sleep as he mentally shook his head at her unpredictable nature.  She alone had the ability anger him beyond reason with her stubbornness yet a certain glance, a smile or a touch could incite such a desire within him that he was willing to throw caution to the wind.  He loved his son beyond words yet he knew with deep regret that once he learned of the liaison things would be forever changed between them.  Instinctively he tightened his arm slightly around her, his thoughts turning to their confrontation is his private study the day he had returned to the Woodland Realm.

He thought of the previous evening in the meditation room, questioning his reasoning.  While he had told himself he only wished to speak with her and to make peace between them, the nagging voice of his conscience knew otherwise.  He had been unable to resist any excuse to touch her as he stepped behind her, brushing the soft warm skin of her neck with his fingertips as he lifted her hair.  His mind told him he should have accepted her apology and left it at that, while his heart could not because she had in truth done nothing wrong.

Stretching slightly as sleep began to slip from her, Tauriel awoke completely.  Everything came flooding back through her mind like a raging river threatening to sweep her away.  She had been so swept up in the excitement of the festivities there was so much she had not noticed.  Legolas loomed in her thoughts, his stern expression as Elvändéruil became even more possessive of her than usual.  The strange knowing glances as the faces of Aûraë and Ilÿraná loomed before her minds’ eye as bits and pieces of their conversation tugged at her memory.

In a blink of an eye all of it washed over her and was gone, replaced by her awareness of him as he held her possessively against the hardness of his warm body.  She felt the heat of his breath on her neck, the soft caress of her breast held gently in his hand.  Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the hard length of his desire pressed firmly against her backside, her heart raced as her own desire began to stir between her legs.

Trembling at his touch, she felt his fingertips trace teasingly down her stomach, slipping easily between her thighs.  A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt the hand at her breast gently roll her nipple in his fingers as the other explored the growing wetness of her sex, dipping deeply into her only to draw upward to massage her swollen nub.  Her soft whimpers grew into deeper groans as he continued to pleasure her, playing her body as a minstrel would his instrument, he seemed to know just where and how to touch her to make her want him more.

Gasping as he moved over her, capturing her mouth in a long searching kiss.  Struggling for breath beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth, she dug her nails into the muscled flesh of his shoulders as she felt the hard thickness of him enter her.  Arching slightly against the pleasure mingled with a discomfort that bordered on pain, she clung to him as he gently rocked against her.  Slowly the discomfort subsided as he built the tension between them, holding her in gentle yet strong arms.

Cradling her head in his hands, he struggled to hold back as she tangled her fingers in his hair, returning his kiss with a passion of her own as her hips rose to match his need.  Pulling back slightly, he teased her lips with gentle kisses and soft whispered words of love as he felt her flexing muscles drawing her closer to her release.  A deep groan escaped his lips, his body stiffening as he felt the tension suddenly break, draining his release from him.

Smiling to herself as he lay spent on top of her, Tauriel turned toward him, pressing her cheek against his.  Closing her eyes, she became more aware of his muscled body, the sound of his ragged breaths, the feel of his heart beating against her breasts.  Slipping her arms around his waist, she breathed in the familiar scent him now mingled with the stronger scent of their shared passion.

“Good morning.”  He whispered after long moments, his lips teasing the softness of her earlobe as he spoke.

“Mmmmm.”  Tauriel purred softly, turning toward his face, kissing his parted lips.  A slight smile curled her own as she teased his lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

“You keep that up and I will keep you abed all day.”  He growled playfully, moving quickly to capture her wrists.  Pulling them over her head as he smiled down at her, his mouth close enough to hers he could feel her soft breath on his lips.  “I think I would enjoy that very much.”  He added, his lips brushing her chin as he spoke, his deep voice laced with desire.

“I think I would like to be able to walk.”  She laughed softly as she squirmed teasingly beneath him.

“I did not hurt you did I?”  He asked, stiffening as he released her wrists quickly, genuine concern thick in his voice.

“Oh no!”  She exclaimed, her tone carried a hint of laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck.  “I was only picking on you.”

Capturing her mouth in tender kiss, he cut himself off before he spoke.  It had been many years since she was that little elleth (elf maiden) who used to pick on him for his funny ways as she would call them.  They seemed to argue more now that she was older and he was no longer used to her humor and teasing banter.

“Tauriel.”  He sighed heavily, pulling back slightly from her yet still held her possessively in his arms as he struggled with the reality of their situation.  “I love you.”  He whispered softly, his lips teasing hers as he spoke.  “There are things we need to discuss.”  He added as he placed soft kisses over her face, lingering once more on her warm responsive lips.

Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Tauriel brought her hands to his face, gently tracing her fingertips over his cheeks.  She could feel his body tensing as he studied her, waiting for some response yet her thoughts raced chaotically in her mind.  Pulling his face to hers, she kissed him deeply, savoring the taste of him even as she felt the tremble of uncertainty in his lips.

“I love you Thranduil.”  She whispered, her arms slipping around his neck as she pulled him closer.  “My heart has always belonged to you.”

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“You are late.”  Lord Tirithiáël stated, his tone quiet yet carried easily across the wide expanse of his public sitting room.

“I apologize Adar (Father).”  Lord Ortäuré said quietly, nodding respectfully toward him as he approached the large hearth to join him.  “I was forced to remain in Erebor longer than I had originally planned.”

“Forced?”  Lord Tirithiáël asked, arching a brow as his unreadable pale blue eyes studied his son.

Ayë.” (Yes)  Lord Ortäuré replied as firmly yet as respectfully as possible.  “You were correct in assuming the traps had been set by Ardara and his men.  Unfortunately, it took longer than anticipated to find and destroy them all.  Even so, I am not sure we were successful.”

“It is my understanding that Captain Lárasarnë reported only three?”  Lord Tirithiáël continued, the disapproval dripping from his tone as he turned toward the low table in front of the settee.  “I would think you could have dispatched them quite easily.”  He added as he picked up the carafe of wine from the tray on the table, pouring a goblet for his son.

“We actually found twelve scattered toward the west and southern regions.”  Lord Ortäuré stated, his own pale blue gaze meeting that of his fathers’ as he accepted the goblet.  “It was necessary to not only destroy them but to remove any trace of them.”

“I am concerned this will create an unnecessary stain between our two houses.”  Lord Tirithiáël sighed as he sank down into one of the chairs before the hearth, motioning his son toward the one opposite him.  “While Lord Thalión appears agreeable to my proposal, the Lady Malinaloxë is far less inclined.”

“Oviëdó has agreed to this?”  Lord Ortäuré asked as he shifted uncomfortably in the chair.

“He will do as he is told.”  Lord Tirithiáël stated calmly although his eyes flashed angrily at his eldest son.  “As will you when the time comes.  A marriage between our two houses will remove the suspicion from me.”

“And what is it you would have me do Adar?” (Father)  He asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched the play of expressions chase themselves across his fathers’ face.

“Tomorrow is the last day of the festival, I trust you will be in attendance?”  He replied, ignoring his sons’ question for the most part.

“When the council convenes Thranduil intends to appoint the little wench as Commander over the Forest Patrol.”  He continued when his son only nodded.  “As if the physical confrontation in his study was not enough, this will drive a wedge further within the royal house.”

“I am not as confident as you that he will bend to any demands.”  Lord Ortäuré said quietly as he studied his father.  “Many have tried in the past only to suffer the consequences of his wrath.”

“This I believe he will do.”  Lord Tirithiáël chuckled, his eyes almost dancing as he smiled at him.  “The only reason he wants to abolish the hereditary oath is so he can have her to himself.”

“Oh come now.”  He laughed throatily as he watched his sons’ brow raise high on his forehead.  “Anyone paying attention can see the fool is in love with her.  Which is why you will make sure she is never returned to the Woodland Realm.”

“You cannot be serious?!”  Lord Ortäuré blurted in disbelief, nearly dropping his goblet.

“You will do as you’re told!”  Lord Tirithiáël exclaimed angrily.  “It is improper but Oviëdós’ betrothal to Lady Cëänielóra will secure the support of the Silvan elves but I will secure the throne through your betrothal to Lady Cäthdéirÿn.  See to it that you pay special attention to her this evening, now leave me.”

Ben iest gîn, hîr vuin.” (As you wish, my lord)  He spat angrily as he pushed himself up from the chair.

Turning his gaze away from the retreating form of his son, Lord Tirithiáël stared into the flames of the hearth.  He had waited many long years for the tides to finally turn in his favor and one little Silvan elf wench was not going to stop him now.  The only two obstacles in his way were Lord Garävegión and the Lady Laurefindë and they were unfortunately too close to the king for his comfort.  Already there were far too many Silvan elves sitting on the council and acting as advisors to the king for his liking.

A slight smile curled his lips as he lifted the goblet to his mouth.  He may have referred to him as a fool for allowing the elleth (elf maiden) to steal his heart, but Tirithiáël knew better.  Thranduil was not so easily swayed from his responsibilities to the throne.  He recognized it for the tactic it was, by allowing the rumors to spread that he was considering abandoning the hereditary oath he would definitely further endear him to the Silvan elves.  However, there was still the problem of the younger nobles and their proclivity for abandoning the old ways of duty and honor.

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“So, you actually told her everything?”  Gilaiwë said quietly, her dark blue eyes dancing with the laughter she managed to hide from her voice as she stared at him from over the rim of her wine glass.

“Yes I did.”  Thranduil sighed, yet he smiled as he gave her that look that told her he really did not want to talk about it before turning to look out over the ballroom as the minstrels began to play again.

“Oh no you are not getting out this dear one.”  She laughed softly, noting the slight color creep from beneath the collar of his formal robes.

“We discussed a great many things.”  He stated, his gaze flickering quickly over Tauriel as Lord Elvändéruil drew her once more onto the floor.  “It would seem that my private matters have not been kept so private.”  He added, arching a brow as he turned back toward her.

“Not I!”  She exclaimed yet could not help chuckling at his obvious embarrassment.  “I take it she already knew about Galion as well?”  She asked, shifting uncomfortably beneath his irritated gaze.

“I am not sure if this is merely the calm before the storm.”  He said quietly, pulling on his mask as he turned back toward the ballroom.  “I tried talking to her once before and only succeeded in angering her.”  He commented, smiling as he nodded toward Lord Garävegións’ daughter, the Lady Saélihn as he briefly met her gaze.

“She was not yet ready to hear it.”  Gilaiwë said almost to herself as she followed his gaze out onto the ballroom floor.  “It is good that she has Elvändéruil to lean on, he already follows her everywhere.”  She added as she watched the two of them together.

“They have been friends for many years.”  Thranduil said, turning his attention toward one of the tables closest to where his son stood.  “I have already spoke with Laurefindë about appointing him as her personal guard once she assumes the role of Commander of the Forest Patrol.”

“Are you sure that is necessary?”  She asked, her eyes widened slightly as all thoughts of picking on him faded when she noticed the strained expression on his face.

“Within the week I will discuss things with Aldalómë and select others whom I trust to watch out for her.”  He said, forcing a smile as he turned back to her, his gaze staring deeply into hers.  “I have brought her into a world she knows nothing about.  She will be easy prey for those who seek to control me.”

“Thranduil...”

“I have felt it for some time now.”  He quietly interrupted her as he picked up his goblet, taking a long drink.  “I have yet to learn who is behind it but I will not take chances that any harm come to her because of me.”

“Tóriôn and I can remain here as long as you need us.”  She told him as she reached over, giving his hand a firm squeeze.

“It would be nice to have you stay.”  He said, flashing her a genuine smile as he patted her hand.  “It has been good to have so many back in my halls again, it has been a long time.”  He added as he turned his gaze once more to scan the ballroom.

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End Notes:

Thanks for reading!!!  I’m only working on one story now so I am hoping to be able to post new chapters more quickly as I personally really want to finish this story myself!  But I don’t want to rush it at the expense of the story itself.



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