Title: Meleth Vrêg
Chapter: Chapter Four
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: orchydconstyne@hithanaur.net
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
Update List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nairn_orchyd/
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Beta: Larien
Cast: Thranduil/Glorfindel, Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Glorfindel is sent to Mirkwood when Legolas sends a letter
asking Lord Elrond's help with his father.  When the Balrog-slayer
arrives, he is not prepared for the changes he sees in the Elven-king.

---

The room was dark, but he could easily see the door.  The footsteps
echoed in the hall, and the scent of light flooded his senses.  The
Elf was bringing him the morning meal.

Like a kept dog.

Light spilled into the room as the Elf entered, bearing two trays.  He
watched the tad-dal look around in confusion because he was not where
he normally waited, not where the Elf had expected him to be. (bi-ped)
No, the wolf-King thought as his eyes gleamed in the low light, today
things will be a little different. 

Glorfindel put the two platters on the floor, as he always did,
Thranduil's tray of raw meats a few feet from his own plate of fruit,
bread, eggs, and bacon.  The bright blue eyes swept the room, but
Thranduil could see the Elda did not notice him.  He wouldn't see him
unless the wolf-King wanted him to.  The Seneschal turned his back to
Thranduil and sighed.  The Sinda took that moment to pounce on his
guest.  In a movement no eye could have followed, Thranduil sprung
from his hiding spot in a shadowed corner, throwing his full weight
against Glorfindel's back. The Balrog-slayer was forced to the ground,
his face pinned to the worn wooden floor.

"We have discussed this on more than one occasion, Elf," he hissed
into the perfectly pointed ear.  Glorfindel struggled beneath him,
causing the wolf-King to growl.  Thranduil's body became tight,
hardening with need.  Glorfindel stilled suddenly and he knew the Elda
could feel his erection pressed into the cleft of his backside.  "You
should never turn your back to a wild animal."

There was silence in the room for several long heartbeats as Thranduil
fought not to tear the leggings from the form he covered and take the
Elda at that moment.  Finally, when he thought his self-restraint
would fail him, Glorfindel spoke.

"I did not."

Thranduil chuckled.  "You turned your back to me, hebronen." (my
keeper)

The Sinda heard Glorfindel's voice tremble slightly when he replied. 
"You are not an animal."

Thranduil moved his left hand to the center of Glorfindel's back,
maintaining his position on top of the Elda.  Thranduil then used his
right hand to brush the mass of liquid gold from Glorfindel's
shoulder, exposing the pale column of his neck to hungry amber eyes. 
He leaned down, placing his full weight on the Seneschal's back, and
rested his chin on Glorfindel's shoulder, nuzzling the exposed skin
with his nose.  Thranduil caressed his captive's cheek with his
fingers as he spoke.  "Am I not?  Of the two us, which one has to
consume his weight in raw meat every fortnight, just to have the
energy to pace the tiny room in which he is kept?"  The bitterness and
anger were creeping back into Thranduil's voice.

"That does not make you an animal, my Lord," Glorfindel said, a hint
of a smile playing on his lips.  "The average Hobbit could eat the
contents of both our plates and ask for more."

"But does the average Hobbit become painfully hard when your scent
comes within a league of him?  Does the average Hobbit long to hold
you down and ravage you with hands, mouth and member?  Tell me, O Wise
Seneschal, does the average Hobbit desire to see you conquered, spent,
and utterly his?"  Thranduil ran his tongue along Glorfindel's neck
and bit deeply at the soft flesh at the side of his throat, just above
his shoulder. 

Glorfindel cried out in pain and twisted beneath Thranduil, quickly
reversing his position with the King's.  Glorfindel held a wrist with
each hand, pinning the King's arms above his head, and wrapped his
legs around Thranduil's thighs.  The Sinda would not be going anywhere
unless Glorfindel wanted him to.  The King thought about his position
for a moment and then smiled a dangerous smile before slowly and
deliberately licking the bright red blood from his lips.  He could
feel the Elf-lord's hard length pressed against him and he chuckled
deep in his throat.

"Do not behave so crudely, Thranduil," Glorfindel snarled at him.

"Tell me," Thranduil said, looking up into the angry eyes of the Elda,
"Did you and the half-breed finally decide if there was, indeed,
something worth saving in this shell of an Elf? " he spat, bucking his
hips up to brush his arousal against Glorfindel's.

Glorfindel groaned, his eyes closing for just a moment, when Thranduil
bucked.  "Stop that!"

Thranduil panted, his eyes wide and wild.  The close proximity of the
Elda and the scent of arousal and blood filling the room brought forth
the wolf more acutely.  He growled again, baring his teeth to the
golden Elf, and Glorfindel's grip on his wrists tightened.

"You will behave, my Lord!"

"Or you will what?  Put me down like a rabid dog?  That is what you
and the mongrel would like to see happen, isn't it?"  He thrashed
again, trying to free himself from the Elf.

"If I, or Elrond, wanted you dead, Thranduil, I would have killed you
the day I arrived!" Glorfindel shouted, capturing Thranduil's gaze
with his.  Thranduil felt himself grow limp under Glorfindel's weight
and, to his shame, he knew tears had formed in his eyes.  Glorfindel
blinked once and whispered, "I would have killed you already, my Lord,
if there was nothing to save."

*****

Legolas stretched languidly on the bed.  He opened his eyes and sat up
suddenly.  Though no sunlight entered the halls, he knew it was almost
time for the noon meal.  He had overslept!  The Prince sat up and was
preparing to frantically dress when the door opened and his lover
entered, carrying a platter laden with all of his favorite foods.

"I am happy to see you awake, melethen," the Half-Elf teased, setting
the tray on the bed in front of the surprised Elf.

Bright blue eyes looked up and confusion marred the younger Elf's fair
features.  "Elrond, it is almost noon.  Why did you not rouse me?"

Elrond kissed him gently on his brow and smiled.  "You needed to
rest."

"I needed to sit audience this day!" Legolas insisted.

"I am your healer--"

"You are my lover!"

"Even more reason for you to listen to me.  Legolas, do not worry.  I
sat in for the audience, Glorfindel checked the patrols, and you can
attend the council meeting tonight."  Elrond sat on the bed and took
his young lover's hands in his own.  "Legolas, we are here to help. 
Allow us to do what we can.  You were so tired, meleth; I did not wish
to wake you."

Legolas looked at him with suspicion.  "Is Ada right, Elrond?" he
asked quietly.  "Do you intend to take his throne from him?"

Elrond's eyes became wide, and he sucked in a sharp breath, letting it
out slowly.  He knew how this looked to Legolas, and he needed to
reassure the Prince.  "No, Legolas, I do not want to take Mirkwood
from your father.  I am here to help, not make things worse."

The Sinda thought for a long moment before moving the tray to the
floor.  When he faced the Peredhel once again, he had a sly smile on
his lips.  "If all has been attended to this day, then we have a few
hours before we must leave this room again."  Legolas drew him down to
the bed, the Prince's cool, deft fingers quickly removing his robes. 
"I have missed your touch, my Lord," Legolas purred in Elrond's ear.

If the father was a wolf, the son was a wild cat.  Legolas crept atop
the Elf-lord's body, straddling Elrond's hips as he pulled the long
sleeping shirt from his slender body.  Elrond ran his hands up the
sinuous lines of Legolas' body, pinching the pale nipples slightly
before wrapping his arms around the Sinda's neck and pulling him down
to his lips. 

Legolas thrust his tongue eagerly into Elrond's mouth, drinking of his
lover like one dying of thirst.  All his worries were swept away on
the tide of Elrond's lust for him and Legolas ground his arousal
against Elrond's, mewing his pleasure into their kiss.  He broke the
kiss, and stared down into stormy eyes.  "Melin chen, Elrond," he
whispered, then slipped down the Half-Elf's body, nestling himself
between the Elf-lord's thighs. (I love you)

Elrond threw his head back and gasped when Legolas took him into his
mouth.  His Prince set a quick pace, drawing him into his throat and
swallowing before withdrawing again.  Elrond was soon panting his need
to Legolas, amazed at how easily the younger Elf could master his
body.  The Sinda released his shaft and knelt on the bed, Elrond's
legs spread wide around him.  "The table drawer, pen-hael," he said
and Elrond quickly complied. (wise one)

The Elf-prince took the phial of oil from Elrond and coated two of his
fingers.  Elrond groaned deeply, his eyes sliding shut, and
concentrated on the sensation of Legolas' fingers within his body. 
The younger Elf knew how to manipulate his body, knew instinctively
where to stroke to bring stars to his mate's vision.  When Legolas
slipped a fourth finger into the confines of his passage, the Prince
leaned over to whisper against his lips.

"We must tell my father about us, Elrond."  Legolas bent his fingers
inside him and Elrond bucked against him, whimpers spilling from his
throat.  He met Legolas' thrusts, eager to find that elusive precipice
that Legolas kept him balanced on.  The young Elf's hand stilled
suddenly and Elrond opened his eyes, finding Legolas' face hovering
above him.  "We must," he repeated in a commanding tone.

Elrond nodded slightly.  "Aye, pen-velui," he agreed.  His heart raced
in his chest when Legolas smiled, a sight so bright and full of hope
that Elrond fell in love with the blond Wood-Elf all over again.

Legolas quickly positioned himself at the opening he had so lovingly
prepared and brought their lips together just as he merged their
bodies.  Elrond moaned into the kiss and gripped the bedsheets in his
fists until he grew used to the intrusion again.  It had been several
years since he had had the pleasure of Legolas' company.  Legolas
lifted his upper body and looked down into his lover's face.  Elrond
drew his legs up slightly, wrapping them around the Prince's waist. 
"I am ready, melethron."

The pace was slow; Legolas drew out their lovemaking, bringing Elrond
steadily toward his completion.  It was only when Elrond's legs fell
from their position around his body, aching with fatigue, that Legolas
took pity on him and quickened his thrusts.  Elrond wrapped one hand
around his length and stroked quickly, bringing himself to release
almost immediately.  The Prince stilled his movements, shuddering as
the internal muscle milked his orgasm from him.  He cried out Elrond's
name and filled the Peredhel with his seed.

It was late afternoon before they were spent, cleaned and dressed. 
Standing outside their chambers, Legolas kissed Elrond one last time. 
"I am going to check on Lord Glorfindel.  I will meet you in the
council chamber soon," he said.  Elrond nodded and watched the young
Elf all but skip away.

The Elf-lord smiled to himself and walked in the opposite direction,
only wincing slightly in discomfort as he went.  He would have to give
Legolas the same treatment the young Elf seemed to enjoy giving him.

*****

Legolas was walking toward Thranduil's chambers when he caught sight
of the Elda.  "Glorfindel?" he called.  The blond stopped, turning a
wary eye on him.

"Yes, ernilen?"

The Prince rushed up to Glorfindel and smiled brightly at him.  "How
is Ada?"  Glorfindel looked away from the inquisitive eyes and
regretted it almost immediately.  "My Lord!  What has he done to your
throat?!"

Glorfindel stepped away from Legolas, turning back toward Thranduil's
rooms.  "It was nothing, Legolas.  A love bite is all."

"A *what*?"  Legolas followed the Elf-lord.

"Legolas, go back to Elrond.  I am going to take Thranduil into the
forest now.  He needs to run, to be free.  He is being treated no
better than a feral animal, caged and kept."

"He has injured you--"

"Enough!"  Glorfindel turned blazing eyes on the younger Elf.  "He did
not injure me; he did nothing I did not permit him to do.  Now, I will
be leaving the compound with him and we will return sometime after the
sun sets."

Legolas nodded silently and turned on his heel, rushing from the angry
Elf's presence.  Glorfindel let out a long sigh and scolded himself
for his short temper.  He turned to the heavy wooden door and unlocked
it.  Thranduil stood just inside, his amber eyes narrowed, and a low
rumble came from his throat.

"I did not mean to yell at him, Thranduil," he said softly, rubbing at
the bruise bite on his neck.  "Come now, let us go out."

"Do you plan on putting a leash upon my neck?" Thranduil asked,
stepping out of the room.

"Is there a need?"

Their gazes burned into each other until Thranduil looked away,
lowering his eyes as a sign of submission.  "Nay."

Glorfindel nodded and led him from the halls.

The path from Thranduil's rooms to the cave's exit was empty of other
people.  Legolas had undoubtedly gone ahead of them and cleared the
way, as much to spare Thranduil the embarrassment of being seen[E1] as
to protect the Silvan inhabitants from their changed leader. 
Glorfindel's footsteps echoed in the empty caverns, but Thranduil wore
no boots and stepped silently through the passages.

Leaving the dark of the caves and emerging into sunlight for the first
time in months was a rebirth for Thranduil.  He had not realized how
oppressive the burden of those rock walls had been until the moment he
was released from them.  The Sinda stretched, flexing muscles long
neglected.  His toes curled in the grass, bare feet relishing the
sensation of something other than unforgiving stone beneath them.

Glorfindel noted the beauty of the cloudless day, but his attentions
were more focused on Thranduil.  By the light of day, the Elda could
see the subtle changes in the King that were not immediately obvious
before.  Thranduil's substantially increased diet had, understandably,
increased his weight.  What was interesting to Glorfindel was that
while Thranduil was no longer the lean, slender Elf he had been, the
weight had distributed throughout his body as muscle mass.  The blond
realized now why Thranduil had been so hard to throw off earlier that
day.

Thranduil could see Glorfindel's stare from the corner of his eye.  He
was still ashamed over his behavior that morning, but he could not
deny his attraction to the stately Elf.  The wolf-King had desired
Glorfindel since he had seen the blond through the eyes of the wolf in
the courtyard.  He was drawn to the purity he saw shining brightly
from the center of the Elf's being.  But, when they were close and the
wolf came forth, Thranduil found himself without self-restraint and an
all-consuming hunger for the Seneschal's flesh.  He flushed with his
thoughts, and hoped Glorfindel would think it was simply being outside
once more that brought the color out in his cheeks.

The two walked through the forest, not defiling the natural sanctity
with conversation.  They had walked for only a quarter hour when the
sound of an approaching animal startled both Elves.  The wolf with the
haunting green eyes stepped onto the path in front of Thranduil. 
Glorfindel froze, watching silently as the two locked eyes, staring
intently.  A moment later, the wolf turned and bolted into the trees. 
Thranduil looked at Glorfindel and grinned before running after the
animal at full speed.

Glorfindel's surprise left him paralyzed for an instant, but even that
was long enough for Thranduil to be more than a hundred yards into the
thick underbrush.  The Elda swore under his breath and took up the
pursuit.  Despite his best efforts, his quarry continued to widen the
gap between them.  An especially large oak tree obscured Glorfindel's
view of the King, and by the time the Elda reached the tree himself,
Thranduil had vanished into the forest.

The Elda released a frustrated sigh before closing his eyes and
concentrating on the life around him.  In the stillness of the late
afternoon sunlight, Glorfindel heard the sound of a wounded animal and
shot off in the direction the cry had come from.  Next time he decided
to take Thranduil out, he thought as he ran, he was going to put the
King on a leash!

He burst into a clearing and came to a sudden halt at the sight
displayed on the bright green grass.  The tall, graceful wolf-King
stood over the downed buck; the emerald-eyed wolf sat to the side,
panting with its exertion.  Glorfindel saw the great animal kick its
hind legs and saw the torn ligaments; the wolf had hamstringed it to
bring it down.  The Elda brought his eyes back to the King and noticed
that he was without his clothing.  He stood gloriously nude, his eyes
a blazing yellow and his hair a golden halo about his head.  Thranduil
had a hand on each side of the massive buck's head and, in one smooth
motion, snapped the neck, silencing the struggling animal.

Glorfindel's mouth hung open and he took a step back.  Thranduil
crouched and opened his mouth wide, leaning down to the throat of the
dead deer.  Glorfindel made a choked noise, trying not to interrupt
the two beasts about to have their feast.  Thranduil's gaze came to
rest upon Glorfindel and the Elda heard the wolf growl in his
direction.  The King's feral snarl slipped from his lips and his eyes
widened.  He looked from the shocked sapphire eyes of his friend to
the dead brown ones of the buck before dropping the animal's head and
fell to both knees, his head hanging in apparent shame.

The Elda crossed the clearing with slow, cautious steps, reaching
Thranduil without incident.  The green-eyed wolf ate from the carcass
and Thranduil's shoulders shook silently.  Glorfindel went to his
knees in front of the King and he reached out a hand to pet the unruly
mane.  Thranduil raised his head and Glorfindel's heart ached at
seeing the tears clouding the amber gaze.  He stroked Thranduil's
cheek, wiping away the tear tracks, then brought their lips together
in a tentative kiss.

They did not share words, and Glorfindel allowed Thranduil to take
control of their kiss.  Quickly, he became breathless from the
ravaging of his mouth and pulled away from the feral Elf-lord. 
Thranduil pushed Glorfindel back onto the soft grass and kissed him
again, sending his tongue deep into the Elda's mouth and tasting him
thoroughly.  Glorfindel thought Thranduil tasted wild, untamed, and he
eagerly drank from his lips.  Thranduil's hands roamed over his body,
ripping off the shirt and leggings with ease. 

Glorfindel arched under Thranduil's caresses and reached between their
bodies to take the King's length into his palm.  He was surprised at
the sheer size of the Elf and realized they had no way to ease the
act.  If Thranduil intended to take him, as Glorfindel thought he did,
they needed to return to the halls where they could have access to
some sort of oil.  Glorfindel tried to sit up, but Thranduil growled,
nipping sharply at the Seneschal's nipple.  He cried out and gripped
the King's arousal more tightly and was rewarded with a cry of
pleasure from the Sinda.  Glorfindel felt his fingers become slick and
he wondered at the fluid now dripping steadily from the wolf-King's
rod.

"Thranduil," he moaned, distracted for a moment by the tongue lapping
at the base of his throat.  "Thranduil, we cannot do this here.  I
want you, aye, but you cannot take me here.  You will hurt me..."  He
tried to sit up again, but Thranduil pushed him firmly to the ground,
snarling and placing his wide-open mouth across the tender artery in
Glorfindel's throat.  The Elf-lord knew what this was, had seen it
often enough in the dog packs that roamed the human settlements around
Imladris.  He released Thranduil's arousal and allowed his limbs to
fall limp to the ground, baring his belly to the Sinda in an act of
submission.

The wolf had surfaced again, and Glorfindel now feared the act he knew
was to come.

Thranduil turned him swiftly onto his hands and knees with a strength
that surprised Glorfindel.  The Elf-King spread Glorfindel and quickly
licked at the small, tight ring of muscle.  The Elda moaned, his own
length beginning to throb with need.  Glorfindel found himself holding
his breath when the head of Thranduil's shaft pressed against the
unprepared opening.  For a moment, the Seneschal thought Thranduil had
come back to himself, but the thought flew from his mind when the King
entered him in one, sure stroke.

Glorfindel screamed his pain into the clearing, matching Thranduil's
cry of possession.  The wolf-King began thrusting quickly and
immediately, giving the Elf-lord little time to adjust to the size and
length of him.  Glorfindel whimpered, having never felt so filled, so
stretched as he did taking all of the King into his body.  His arousal
had not abated, though, and he sought to distract himself from the
burning with each inward slide.  He stroked himself, tears of desire
and hurt slowly making their way down his flushed cheeks.  He felt
Thranduil's teeth find the almost-healed mark the King had made on his
neck that morning, and the Sinda bit down again, marking him anew.

The Elf-lord cried out, stroking himself with more force and thrusting
back against the King, lost in the animalistic coupling.  Glorfindel
could feel his release building quickly, and Thranduil's grip on his
hips tightened and the mighty wolf-King let out a long shout of
completion.  The Elda's release followed immediately after
Thranduil's, the hot seed of his lover claiming him as his own essence
watered the earth.

His arms shook from his weight and he fought the sob in his chest.  A
mew of pain escaped his lips when Thranduil withdrew from his body,
and he collapsed to the ground.  Glorfindel twisted around, his eyes
clenching shut at the sudden, shooting pain he felt inside.  He
wouldn't be surprised if he was torn slightly.  The Elda opened his
eyes and met the golden gaze easily.  His brow furrowed with concern,
though, when he saw the distraught expression on Thranduil's face.

The King was panting frantically, his eyes focused on Glorfindel's
abused backside.  "Thranduil?" he asked carefully, reaching to the
hysterical Elf-king.

Thranduil recoiled as if burned and looked into Glorfindel's blue
gaze.  Horror, shame, and self-loathing swirled in the tawny depths of
Thranduil's eyes.  The Sinda sprung up from his position beside his
lover and the dead buck and sprinted off into the deep woods, followed
by the green-eyed wolf.  Glorfindel called after him, but the Elda
knew Thranduil would not come back.

He stood on unsteady legs, wincing with the internal throbbing. 
Glorfindel knew he would have to seek Elrond's help; he needed to make
sure Thranduil did not injure him too badly.  He would send Legolas
and a patrol out after the wayward King, and then the two of them were
going to have a long talk.

As the sun set, Glorfindel limped slowly back to the cold halls of the
Mirkwood King and his people.

TBC...

Title: Meleth Vrêg
Chapter: Chapter Five
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: orchydconstyne@hithanaur.net
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
Update List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nairn_orchyd/
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Beta: Larien
Cast: Thranduil/Glorfindel, Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Glorfindel is sent to Mirkwood when Legolas sends a letter
asking Lord Elrond's help with his father.  When the Balrog-slayer
arrives, he is not prepared for the changes he sees in the Elven-king.

---

Thranduil stole through the quiet halls, most of the inhabitant still
sleeping in the pre-dawn.  He had been gone for three turns of the
sun.  Beside him, on feet just as silent as the Elf's, was the
emerald-eyed wolf.  His companion.  His protector.  They had hunted in
the wilds and Thranduil had lost himself to the animal, blissfully
unaware of his deeds to the Lord of Gondolin.  But, thought had
returned to him and, before the sun rose on the fourth day, Thranduil
slipped into his halls and made his way back to his chambers.

He was nude and covered in mud and blood; his hair was matted and
dull.  The door to his chamber was ajar and he eased himself inside,
his wolf-companion close behind him.  Thranduil sniffed at the air of
the room and his eyes fixed on the gold silk spilling from his den. 
Glorfindel lay sleeping beneath the overturned bed.  He stood staring
at the slumbering form for long minutes, his attention only broken
when the wolf growled.

Thranduil spun around, coming face to face with the Half-Elf.  Elrond
brought a finger up to his lips and motioned for Thranduil to follow
him.  The Elf-lord walked away from the King and entered the bathing
chamber.  It was then that Thranduil smelled the clean scent of herbs
and water.  The wolf whined slightly and padded after Elrond, and
Thranduil joined them in the small room.  Elrond closed the door
behind him and pointed to the deep basin filled with steaming water.

"Get in."

He raised an eyebrow at the command, but the grim set of Elrond's face
told him that the Peredhel was serious.  Thranduil stepped in, hissing
slightly as the hot water lapped at the myriad of scrapes and gashes
about his person.

"Serves you right, you petulant child."  Elrond removed his robes,
standing only in his leggings, and picked up a pitcher.  "Now, be
still."

"I am no child!" Thranduil argued, but was quickly silenced when
Elrond poured water over his dirty head.

"Only a child runs from a problem, Thranduil."

Thranduil glowered, though Elrond could not see his face.  He was
quickly and efficiently shampooed.  One could tell Elrond was a
father.  "Did I hurt him?"

Elrond ran the comb through the oiled locks, intent on dematting the
mess.  "You know you did."

The wolf-King drew his legs up and rested his chin on his knees.  He
could lose himself to the soothing rhythm of Elrond's touch, but he
needed to know what he had done.  "How badly?"

"He could not walk the first day, the pain was so great.  He still
cannot ride.  I have given him a sleeping draught.  He has been
waiting here for your return."  Elrond's voice was quiet, but the tone
was firm and cold.  Thranduil had injured his friend in a most
intimate way and left him; the Peredhel was angry.  "The only reason I
am not prepared for a Kinslaying is because he tells us that you did
not force yourself on him, but that he consented."

"'Us'?" Thranduil asked, his face flushing with humiliation.

"Aye.  Legolas and I are the only two to know what happened in that
clearing."  Elrond put the comb down and picked up the sponge, adding
soap oil to it.  "You will have to uncurl yourself so that I may clean
the rest of this filth from you, Thranduil.  You are an Elf -- begin
acting like one."

Thranduil looked at him sharply.  "I am no Elf."

"Then what are you?" Elrond asked, scrubbing at the King's chest.

He looked away and focused his vision on the large grey wolf that
watched him intently.  "I do not know," he whispered.

"You are an Elf, one of the Sindarin Princes of Doriath.  You have a
son who loves you to a fault, Thranduil, and you now have a lover who
would forgive you anything.  Will you give up on yourself when they
have not?"  Elrond stood up and dried his arms, then slipped his robe
back on.  "Thranduil, I have known you since the beginning of the
Second Age.  Many years have we been friends, as have our children.  I
speak to you now as that friend."  He knelt next to the pool, his hem
becoming damp with bath water.  "You must accept this.  You are what
you are, for better or worse, for now until the end of Arda.  Accept
it.  Once you accept it, you can control it."

Thranduil shook his head.  "I cannot control it.  I would fear for my
people... for my son."

"And not for Glorfindel?"

Thranduil looked at the dingy water and sighed.  "He will not remain
in Mirkwood.  He is your Seneschal and his place is in Imladris, not
my halls."

Elrond chuckled.  "I am not sure I could drag him back to the valley,
Thranduil.  You would not be happy, and neither would he.  What
purpose would that serve, my taking him from you?"

"To protect him," Thranduil said simply.

The Elf-lord shook his head and stood.  "There is no need to protect
Glorfindel of Gondolin, Thranduil.  He could have stopped you; he can
still stop you.  You fear him more than he fears you."  Elrond held
out a large, deep green towel.  "Come, Thranduil."

Obediently, the wolf-King slipped from the bath and into the warm
towel.  He felt so weak, allowing his friend to coddle him like a
child.  But, he could not deny that the attention eased his troubled
heart; he was not repulsive to Elrond, perhaps he would not be to
others.

Elrond dried Thranduil's body and made one, large plait out of the
King's unruly mane.  "Now, go and rest," the Half-Elf said, pointing
to the main room.

Thranduil turned panicked amber eyes to Elrond.  "I cannot."

"He waits for you, Thranduil.  Would you deny him the comfort of your
presence?"  Elrond raised his eyebrow in the irritating fashion that
Thranduil teased him about.

"I could deny him nothing," the Sinda breathed.  He gave Elrond a
brief smile, one that reached his eyes, and walked further into the
room with his wolf by his side.

Thranduil heard Elrond leave, and his heart raced in his chest the
closer to his den he came.  Glorfindel had not moved in the time he
had taken to bathe, and Thranduil stopped for a moment to admire the
Elf.  His Elf.  A smile crept onto the wolf-King's lips and he crawled
carefully into the nest beside Glorfindel.  The Elda was nude,
Thranduil realized, and the Sinda worried about waking him.

The great wolf curled up at their feet, at the opening to the den, and
Thranduil slowly inched his way to Glorfindel's body.  Soon, he was
nose to nose with the Elf and his body barely touched the warmth of
Glorfindel's.  He was drifting into reverie when he felt the long,
slender arms of his lover draw him closer.

"Have you come home?" was the sleepy question from the drugged Elf.

Thranduil could not contain the smile any longer when he heard
Glorfindel refer to these halls, this room, as 'home'.  "Aye,
melethen, I am home."

Glorfindel nodded and brought their bodies as close together as he
could.  Thranduil returned the embrace and allowed himself to slip
into dreams, feeling whole and sane for the first time in weeks.

*****

"No, try it *again*," Elrond said, his voice as steady and even as it
had been when the exercise had begun four hours ago.

One of Thranduil's smaller audience halls had been cleared of all
furniture, tapestries, and ornaments.  Thranduil and Elrond stood in
the center of the room, four meters apart from one another; Elrond
stood with his arms crossed and a serene expression carefully in place
while Thranduil huffed and glared at the Peredhel in frustration.

Glorfindel and Legolas stood to the far right of the pair, leaning
against the wall and offering what moral support they could.  Elrond
had encouraged them to attend these sessions; the Prince and Seneschal
had not missed a day in the last two weeks.  Legolas was still
anxious, but Glorfindel's calm tempered the young Sinda's anxiety.

The final occupant of the room was one who had not left the
wolf-King's side since his return from the wilds.  The wolf, lovingly
named Hîngelin by Glorfindel, lay on a thick pallet near the door,
guarding his family. (green eyes)

Thranduil growled slightly and Elrond tilted his head.  "We can remain
here all afternoon, Thranduil.  Now, again."  Elrond tossed a small
acorn into the air just in front of him and watched as Thranduil
attempted to traverse the distance and pluck the seed from mid-air. 
Though the Sinda launched forward, the acorn nonetheless clattered to
the stone floor, bouncing with a hollow sound and rolling to a stop
near a large pile of other discarded acorns.  Thranduil exhaled
sharply and returned to the designated mark, clearly frustrated.

"An Elf cannot perform this task!" Elrond insisted.  "You must learn
to summon the power within you.  It must be under your control, or it
will control you.  I know that it is not easy.  My ancient kinsman
never learned this simple lesson, either from lack of ability or lack
of desire.  He was destroyed as a result!  I would see a better fate
for you, meldir."

Elrond tossed another acorn, and again Thranduil was too slow in
retrieving it.  The King swore and whirled around to walk back to his
starting point.  However, in his haste, he accidentally slipped on one
of the stray acorns.  His body pitched forward as the seed flew up
into the air behind him.

Glorfindel rushed forward, fully aware that he would never get to
Thranduil in time to prevent the fall.  He watched with a helplessness
that became disbelief as Thranduil tucked his body into a ball,
turning the fall into a roll.  The Sinda came up on his knees and,
without a pause, thrust his hand behind him, catching the flying acorn
in his open palm.

Glorfindel skidded to a stop, almost spilling onto the floor himself. 
Legolas simply stood and gaped, while Elrond chuckled softly, clapping
his hands together with delight.

"Instinct.  Of course.  I've been going about this all wrong.  Forgive
me, mellonen.  Instead of pressing you to force this change upon
yourself, I should have been encouraging you *not* to think, but yield
to your new instincts.  I think I know just the solution.  Legolas,"
Elrond said with a knowing smile, "please retrieve a pair of
slingshots from the armory."

*****

Thranduil exited the bathing chamber and smiled.  Glorfindel lay on
the vast bed, gloriously nude, reading a book from the main library. 
The bed had only been in the room for a few days.  He had done this as
a gift to his lover; he did not think it fair for the Balrog-slayer to
sleep in a wolf's den.  So, Legolas had refurnished the lavish chamber
and Thranduil slept in a bed once again.

Though he slept with Glorfindel, woke next to the wondrous Elf every
morning, they had not been intimate since their first encounter in the
woods.  Glorfindel had asked, and Thranduil had declined time and time
again.  He did not trust himself to be gentle with the Imladris Elf. 
Until he could, he would not take him.  He shook himself from his
thoughts and crawled into bed beside the Elda.

"Would it be a waste of time for me to ask for you to make love with
me, Thranduil?" Glorfindel asked, never looking up from his book.

He slid between the sheets and sighed.  "I have told you, melethen, I
do not desire to hurt you.  Once was far more than enough for me."

Thranduil felt Glorfindel shift on the bed and then the heavy warmth
of the Elda's body was on top of him.  "Then let me control it."

"I love you, Glorfindel, but I will not permit you to take me."  It
was something they had never discussed, but there was that beast in
Thranduil's breast that screamed and thrashed at the idea of being
taken by the Elf.

Glorfindel captured the King's mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling
back and chuckling.  "I did not say I wanted to take you, Thranduil. 
I said, give me control.  Nothing more than control."

Their eyes locked, topaz and sapphire, before Thranduil nodded
slightly.  Glorfindel kissed him softly, running his hands up
Thranduil's arms.  Before the wolf-King could protest, he found his
hands bound securely to the headboard.  "Glorfindel?" he asked,
ashamed that his voice had taken on a note of panic.

"Elrond teaches you to control the beast; I shall teach you not to
fear it."  Glorfindel pulled the sheet from Thranduil's body and
straddled the wolf-King's thighs.  The Sinda was already partially
aroused and his ample length rested heavily against his belly.

"Glorfindel," he whispered, his body trembling slightly.  "Release
me."

Glorfindel brought his lips to Thranduil's chest and licked across to
a pert nipple.  "Nay, my Lord.  I have long forgiven you, now you must
forgive yourself."

Thranduil groaned when teeth gently bit into his flesh and he felt his
arousal become firm and ready.  Glorfindel looked up, his eyes burning
with an intensity Thranduil had yet to witness.  "I do not believe we
will have time this night for long play.  It has been many days for us
both and I desire to feel you in me."

The words enflamed Thranduil and he felt that tug, that burning deep
inside his being that warned of the wolf's waking.  "Glorfindel..."

The Elda ignored him and reached over to the bedside table. 
Glorfindel took the cut crystal phial in his hand and smiled
seductively at the prone King.  "I do not fear you.  I can sense it,
my Lord."  Glorfindel lay across Thranduil's chest, bringing his lips
close to the King's ear.  "Rising and clawing its way forth," he
whispered, sending delicious chills through the Sinda's body.  "Do not
fear it."  A nip to his ear and Glorfindel's warm breath was gone.

Thranduil watched Glorfindel coat his hand in the thick liquid.  He
felt a deep, rumbling growl begin in his chest.  His eyes were focused
on Glorfindel preparing himself, sliding two fingers into the tight
passage.  His wrists began to ache with the strain he was placing on
them, fighting the bonds.  Glorfindel dripped oil onto the King's
straining arousal, causing Thranduil to hiss and buck against the
Elda. 

Glorfindel chuckled and shifted forward, wrapping his slick hand
around Thranduil's length.  "Are you ready, melethen?" the golden Elf
asked, his eyes indigo with lust.

The wolf-King barely nodded, still pulling against the bonds that held
him.  Glorfindel lowered himself, slowly easing the Sinda's erection
into his body.  Thranduil's eyes closed and he began to pant; the
tightness of his lover was overwhelming.  Glorfindel rocked gently,
settling into a languid pace.

Thranduil felt the swell of the wolf suddenly; the need to possess the
being riding him was intense.  His eyes shot open, and a loud, feral
growl escaped his throat.  His bonds snapped and he sat up, his clawed
fingers reaching for Glorfindel's throat.  To his surprise, though,
his hands were slammed back against the headboard.  Glorfindel had
anticipated his movement and caught his wrists with a swiftness that
perhaps no other Elf in Arda could have matched.

"I am in control, my King.  How does that make you feel?" Glorfindel
taunted.

"Release me!" Thranduil growled.

Glorfindel pressed his body down against the Sinda, causing them both
to groan.  "Answer my question!" he demanded.  "How does that make you
feel?"

The angry haze in Thranduil's eyes wavered as he forced himself to
consider his lover's question.  "I feel... panicked," he grunted
between halting breaths.  "Trapped.  Caged."

"Of course you do," the Elda continued, soothingly.  He began rotating
his hips, moving in slow circles around Thranduil's shaft.  "You know
I will not harm you, though.  Is it so terrible to be where you are?"

Glorfindel's prodding had prompted Thranduil to interject rational
thought upon his situation.  As he did so, he felt the anger recede
within him, the animal instincts being repressed.  "No," he finally
said, "it is not that terrible at all."

The Elda released his lover's wrists, and the King gripped his hips,
urging him into a faster rhythm.  Glorfindel complied, rocking on his
feet to pull Thranduil ever closer to his release.  As the pace
intensified, he could see Thranduil's lips moving around clenched
teeth.

"...lassë, lassé, lassen, lassëo, lasséva, lassessë, lassenna,
lassello, lassenen, lasses..." the Sinda was repeating.  Glorfindel
almost laughed out loud.  To keep his mind on rational things in order
to keep the beast at bay, Thranduil was conjugating all forms of the
Quenya word for 'leaf'.  The Elda redoubled his efforts, intent on
moving Thranduil to completion before the King was forced to resort to
the various plural forms.

For a leaf.  Of a leaf.  To a leaf.  Thranduil concentrated on the
logical progression of tense rather than the growing tingle in his
stomach and loins.  It might not have been the most pleasurable thing
to focus on, but he was able to remain in control.  Then Glorfindel
leaned back and clenched his inner muscles around Thranduil's length,
and the King not only forgot his Quenya, but also could not quite
remember what a leaf was, or where he might find one.

The amber eyes flashed again; the Sinda was fully awash in the
sensations of his orgasm.  Thranduil's hands spasmed, driving the
claw-like nails into Glorfindel's hips.  The Seneschal grabbed
Thranduil's wrists and pried them away from his skin, speaking
soothingly to the King until the waves of passion subsided.

Later, in the post-coital lethargy, Thranduil voiced the thing that
had finally brought him back to himself.  "Why is it that you have
never shown any fear of me?"

Glorfindel lifted his head from Thranduil's chest where he was
resting.  "You must remember, melethen, that I faced down a Balrog of
Morgoth long before I stared into your yellow eyes.  And of the two,
you are by far the more attractive."

Thranduil laughed -- something he had not done so enthusiastically in
months.  He pulled Glorfindel closer, wrapping his arms tighter around
the Elda.  He felt his lover's arousal stirring, reminding him that
Glorfindel had not found his release during their earlier lovemaking. 
"You hunger still, my Lord," he murmured as he kissed the top of
Glorfindel's head.

"Aye."

"Then let me see what I can do to quench that hunger.  I had not
realized how out of practice my Quenya was until this night, after
all."

Now it was Glorfindel's turn to laugh, and it was only Thranduil's
warm mouth covering his that urged him into silence.

TBC...

Title: Meleth Vrêg
Chapter: Chapter Six
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: orchydconstyne@hithanaur.net
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
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Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Beta: Larien
Cast: Thranduil/Glorfindel, Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Glorfindel is sent to Mirkwood when Legolas sends a letter
asking Lord Elrond's help with his father.  When the Balrog-slayer
arrives, he is not prepared for the changes he sees in the Elven-king.

---

** Six weeks later **

Thranduil winced as he sat up from the bed.  Last night had been one
of the few occasions the Balrog-slayer had taken liberties with the
King's backside.  Glorfindel was still deep in reverie, and Thranduil
smiled down at his exhausted lover.  He stretched and quietly padded
into the bathing chamber, looking over his shoulder once at the great
grey wolf wrapped around Glorfindel's ankles.  The Elda was safe;
Hîngelin would protect him with his life.

The King drew a bath and slipped his aching body into the warmed
water.  He relaxed into the warm embrace and closed his emerald eyes. 
Much had changed for the Elf-King in the last month and he was pleased
once again with his life.

Lord Elrond had traveled back to Imladris three weeks ago, taking with
him the King's son.  Legolas wanted to visit the valley and the twins,
and Elrond thought it would be helpful to have the Prince there while
Glorfindel remained in Mirkwood.  They had not discussed the living
arrangements yet, but Thranduil promised to venture to Rivendell after
the Spring thaw.  Until then, he had Glorfindel to himself.

He quickly washed, plaited his hair, and donned his formal robes.  He
turned to Hîngelin.  "Watch him," he said in a low growl, and Hîngelin
whimpered.  The wolf shifted so that he lay alongside the Elda with
his large head resting on Glorfindel's stomach.  "Hannon chen,"
Thranduil said, smiling at his companion.  "I will be back by the noon
meal."

Hîngelin snorted, settled in his new position, and drifted back into
sleep.  Thranduil chuckled and left the room, going directly to the
council chamber.  He had a long day ahead of him, and he wanted to
speak with his Chief Councilor about the audience he was to hold
shortly after the morning meal.  The King still found it difficult to
face his subjects and his advisors, but Glorfindel and Elrond had
urged him to take his place on the throne.  And so he had.  It had
been only a week since he had taken his duties up again, and no one
had spoken of his 'illness'.  Reaching the council chamber, Thranduil
took a deep breath, concentrated on the warmth of Glorfindel's mind
hovering close to his own, and entered the room.

*****

"How could you let him leave?!"  Glorfindel pulled his long, golden
hair into a single plait, glaring at the large wolf on the bed. 
Hîngelin seemed to be smiling at him and it enraged Glorfindel
further.  "You know, as well as I do, he is not ready for this,
Hîngelin!  I thought we were supposed to take care of him together." 
He threw on his shirt, tying the ties swiftly and snarled at the wolf. 
"Some help you are!"

Hîngelin yipped at him and Glorfindel rolled his eyes.  "Some excuse,
you... mutt!  I don't care if he told you to jump off a cliff -- that
doesn't mean you let him do it!"

The wolf hung his head and whimpered slightly.

"All right.  You are forgiven.  Now, come on.  Let's go fetch our
master, shall we?"

Hîngelin was at Glorfindel's heel within moments and the two set off
for the massive audience chamber where the King was to hold court that
day.  Glorfindel's hands clenched and unclenched in frustration.  It
had not been too long ago that Thranduil could not venture from their
room, and now he was holding audience without him.  The Elda felt
slighted as well as panicked, and quickened his pace.

Thranduil prided himself on the self-control he had learned in the few
weeks Elrond had worked with him, and Glorfindel was happy for his
lover.  He could still recall the morning he awoke to bright, clear
oak-leaf eyes looking down at him lovingly.  They had made love for
hours that day, though Glorfindel always remained in control of their
intimacy.  Thranduil did not trust himself, and the wolf would often
surface near his completion.  Because the beast was still so close to
the surface, Glorfindel was always at the Sinda's side; Glorfindel was
able to keep the wolf buried when Thranduil could not.

They reached the audience chamber, and Glorfindel could hear the
King's voice through the thick door.  Thranduil did not sound happy,
so Glorfindel quickly entered the room to survey the scene.

The Sinda was seated on his throne, beautiful in his deep moss robes
and his golden hair wild around his face.  His mithril crown, adorned
with the berries of winter, sat nestled snuggly in the tresses and his
eyes flashed amber.  A group of Men from Dale stood before him, anger
showing in their faces.  Glorfindel did not wait any longer and walked
purposefully to Thranduil's side on the dais.  The King's feral gaze
fell on him and Glorfindel glared at the wolf-King.

Once he reached Thranduil's side, he placed a hand on the Sinda's
shoulder.  He looked down at the confused, angry and frightened Men
and concentrated on Thranduil.

/You must calm yourself./

All he received in response was a mental growl; visions of ripping the
Men to pieces filled his mind.  He reached out again.

/Hortho ad i 'aul; rado den îdho. Si, Thranduil./ (force the wolf
back; make him sleep. now Thranduil)

Glorfindel turned his attention back to the King.  Thranduil closed
his eyes, locking away the tawny gaze of the wolf, and took a deep
breath.  /Îdho si, gaul./ (sleep now, wolf.)

Emerald emerged, clear and bright as the most precious gem in
Thranduil's treasury.  Glorfindel let out a quiet sigh of relief and
nodded slightly to the King, turning his eyes back to the Men. 
Thranduil did the same and smiled at them.

"Forgive me, my friends.  I have been... ill.  Now, you were seeking
my assistance?"  Thranduil's voice was steady and deep, lulling the
Elda into a warm sense of comfort.  He squeezed the Sinda's shoulder
for a moment and let his mind wander while the King saw to his duties.

*****

"You cannot be with me at all times, Glorfindel!" Thranduil thundered
as he threw his robe onto a nearby chair.

Glorfindel crossed his arms and glared at his lover.  "Why not?  And,
what were you thinking?  Holding audience alone!"

The King turned to him, his eyes blazing gold.  "I was able to long
before you entered my life," he growled.

"That was before you went and merged yourself with Hîngelin,
Thranduil," was his calm and firm reply.  "This is why you cannot be
alone with others.  You still cannot control yourself!"

Thranduil let out a loud roar and pounced on him, throwing them both
back onto the bed.  The Elda's hands were firmly held above his head
in the King's large grip and Thranduil's powerful thighs straddled his
waist.  He looked up, undaunted, into the savage amber eyes.

"What will you do now, tauren?  Will you ravage me as you did in the
field?  Will you rend my body with your claws and teeth?" (my king)
The hand tightened around his wrists and Glorfindel could not hide the
wince of pain.  "Do you simply desire to hurt me because you need me
so?"

The wolf-King leaned down, opening his mouth wide and brought his
sharp teeth into contact with Glorfindel's throat.  They remained
locked in that pose for long minutes.  Finally, Glorfindel swallowed
and spoke once more.

"If you desire my blood, Thranduil, I will gladly give it.  There is
nothing I would deny you, tauren... melethen... cuilen," he whispered.
(my king, my love, my life)

A sound, something akin to a strangled cry, left Thranduil's throat
and he freed Glorfindel's neck.  The Elda soon found his wrists
released and his mouth captured in a searing, needful kiss.  He
returned the King's ardor, wrapping his arms around the wolf-King's
neck.  Thranduil pulled back and Glorfindel stared up into his lover's
jade gaze.

"Díheno nin, melethen.  Uireb gaulech," were the raggedly spoken words
from the Elf-King. (forgive me, my love. always your wolf.)

"Gaulen," Glorfindel said, drawing his lover's lips down to his own. 
"Uireb," he breathed as he took Thranduil's mouth once more. (my wolf,
always)

He opened his mouth and teased Thranduil's tongue with his.  Thranduil
eagerly took control and deepened the kiss, laying claim to the Elda's
mouth.  The Wood Elf deftly untied Glorfindel's shirt and bared his
chest to the King's hot, willing hands.  Glorfindel moaned into
Thranduil's mouth, arching his back, encouraging the King's
attentions.

Thranduil left Glorfindel's lips and left a wet trail down the Elda's
throat, nipping the thin skin at the base of this neck.  Glorfindel
yelped and squirmed against the King's body, trying to bring his
suddenly engorged arousal into contact with his lover's body. 
Thranduil continued his descent and latched onto a pert nipple,
suckling at it until Glorfindel cried out in pained ecstasy.  He then
moved to the other bud, bestowing the same attention.  When he was
done, Glorfindel writhed beneath him and implored the King to take
him.

Glorfindel was lost in his haze of lust.  He had wanted the King to
take him as a lover should, but had always understood Thranduil's
reticence.  Thranduil removed his leggings, baring the Seneschal to
his heated gaze, and Glorfindel shuddered with need.  "Please,
gaulen..." he panted.  Thranduil, green eyes aflame, smiled and dipped
his head down, lapping at the slit of Glorfindel's erection. 

The Elda cried out; Thranduil pressed down on Glorfindel's hips as he
swallowed the Elf.  Glorfindel strained against the King's grip and
thrust his hands into the golden tresses, removing the mithril crown. 
"Tauren," he gasped.  "Daro!"

Thranduil let him slip from his glistening lips.  The Elda closed his
eyes for a moment, the erotic image still in his mind.

"Do I not please you?"

Glorfindel's eyes shot open and he stared, unbelieving, at the King. 
Green eyes regarded him with an anxious light he had never seen
before.  "Aye, Thranduil, you please me.  Oh, melethen, you please
me," he chuckled, his length lying heavy and wet on his belly.  "I
want you to take me," he demanded softly.  "I want to look up into
your beautiful eyes, the color of the summer fields in Imladris, as
you fill me and make me yours."

The Sinda's eyes flared and he nodded, standing and removing his
clothes.  Glorfindel fervently watched as his lover's skin was
revealed, bit-by-bit, and his eyes remained locked on the center of
the King's desire when the leggings fell away.  Thranduil's arousal
was thick, and Glorfindel had come to crave the feel of the pillar as
he was impaled by the great wolf-King.  The Balrog-slayer shamelessly
spread his legs, offering himself up to the King. 

Thranduil reached to the night table, dipping his hands into the small
bowl of oil they now kept ready.  The Elda's eyes followed the King's
movements as he coated his erection, and then dipped his hand again
for more oil before kneeling between Glorfindel's widespread thighs. 
He leaned over the prone Elf and slid two well-manicured fingers into
the confines of Glorfindel's body; the Elda moaned and closed his
eyes, savoring the sensation of Thranduil's talented fingers.

He was quickly prepared, the passage slicked and stretched by knowing
digits, and soon the hot, wet head of Thranduil's arousal was pressed
against his entrance.  The Sinda looked into his eyes and Glorfindel
smiled.  "Aye," he breathed.

The King slid inside him slowly; Glorfindel trembled with the mixture
of discomfort and the intense sense of possession he felt.  His eyes
closed and he relaxed into the intrusion, welcoming Thranduil within
him.  When the Wood Elf stilled, Glorfindel opened his eyes again and
gazed into his lover's face.  Yellow and green stared down at him, and
Thranduil began to thrust.

It was slow; Thranduil wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, holding him
close, their lips constantly touching as their release built.  Trapped
between Thranduil's firm abdomen and his own belly, Glorfindel's shaft
received just enough friction to bring him closer and closer to
completion.  He panted and gasped against Thranduil's mouth, his eyes
never leaving the gold tinged emerald.  There was no Quenya, no
complicated treaty he was reciting; Thranduil's attention was on his
lover and what their bodies were doing.

Glorfindel wrapped his legs around Thranduil's waist, allowing the
King deeper into his passage.  The King growled and took Glorfindel's
mouth in another kiss.  His movements became more erratic and
forceful; Glorfindel slipped a hand between them to grasp his own
aching flesh.  Thranduil spoke into his lover's mouth.

"Come with me, melethen."

Glorfindel opened his eyes and smiled.  Only green looked back. 
Thranduil was here, with him, and the King had pushed the wolf back. 
"Aye," he gasped.

Only a few thrusts later and Thranduil buried himself to the hilt one
last time, crying out his lover's name and spilling his seed deep
within Glorfindel.  The Elda gave a twin cry of bliss and felt his own
essence fill the space between them.

In the aftermath of their coupling, Thranduil turned to him.  "The
wolf will not come unless I call now," he said simply.

Glorfindel kissed the King's bruised lips and laid his head on his
lover's chest.  "Will you send me away now?"

"Send you away?"

He nodded.  "Aye.  You now have control.  What is my purpose here?"

Thranduil lifted the Balrog-slayer's chin and stared into the sapphire
pools.  "You are my lover.  Is that not purpose enough?"

Glorfindel smiled and Thranduil cocked his head.  "I think it is
purpose enough.  It is a very demanding position."

The King laughed.  "Aye, melethen, that it is."

TBC...

Title: Meleth Vrêg
Chapter: Epilogue
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: orchydconstyne@hithanaur.net
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
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Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from
the Tolkien world.  They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Archive: LoM, OEAM, Galadhrim.net, AFF.net, Melethryn
Rating: NC-17 overall
Beta: Larien
Cast: Thranduil/Glorfindel, Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Glorfindel is sent to Mirkwood when Legolas sends a letter
asking Lord Elrond's help with his father.  When the Balrog-slayer
arrives, he is not prepared for the changes he sees in the Elven-king.

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** Ethuil **

Elrond wrapped his arms around the Prince's chest, forcing him into an
upright position.  Legolas cried out as he was further impaled on the
Elf-lord's desire.

Legolas moaned wantonly with each perfectly placed thrust; he stroked
his own length with even, firm strokes and pleaded with Elrond to end
their torment.  Elrond suckled at the tip of his ear and Legolas could
no longer hold back.  His body spasmed and warm, thick fluid coated
his hand.

The Wood Elf's body tightened around him and Elrond groaned, burying
his face in Legolas' neck as he came to completion inside the Prince. 
They remained still, panting in the late morning light, until Legolas
shifted uncomfortably.  "Melethen, you must release me or I fear we
shall be stuck this way for the life of Arda!"

Elrond chuckled and gently withdrew from his Elf's body, sitting back
on his heels and looking fondly at Legolas.  The golden Prince looked
thoroughly debauched and Elrond loved it.  "I believe we should bathe;
we are not fit as it is to greet your Ada."

A bright smile lit up Legolas' father at the mention of his father. 
He leaned over and kissed Elrond sweetly before hopping from the bed
like an exuberant Elfling.  "Aye, let us go clean up, now that you
have sullied me all over again."

"Keep up with that attitude and I will take you again once we have
bathed," Elrond teased, following his young lover into the bathing
chamber.

*****

Elrond watched Legolas rush forward, swept up in the strong arms of
his father.  The Prince adored the King, and Thranduil loved his son
more that the light of Anor.  It was visible to any who saw them
together, how they shone more brightly because of the presence of the
other.  The Peredhel welcomed Glorfindel home, offering a warm embrace
to one of his dearest friends.  Erestor and the twins offered
greetings before leading the Elda off toward his room.  When
Glorfindel looked back uncertainly, Elrond smiled.  "I will bring him
to you, meldir."

Glorfindel smiled appreciatively and turned his attention back to
Elladan.  Legolas came up with his father at his side and smiled
happily at the Elf-lord.  Elrond looked from son to father and back
again.  "Legolas, why don't you take your Ada's saddlebags to
Glorfindel's chamber and I will escort him to his rooms personally?"

Legolas knew when he was being kindly dismissed and he nodded, taking
his father's luggage and heading off after the other Elves.

Elrond brought his attention to Thranduil and looked up at the tall,
proud Sinda.  Thranduil's eyes were clear green once more, free of
fear and the feral amber Elrond had last witnessed when looking into
the King's face.  The golden locks were combed and braided in the
royal fashion of Mirkwood; the only telltale sign of his change now
were the elongated teeth that one barely noticed.  Elrond knew what to
look for, but he was sure that none of the other inhabitants of
Imladris would know.

Thranduil held out his arm and bowed his head slightly.  Elrond
chuckled and looped his arm through the King's.  They began the walk
to the family wing, where Thranduil and Glorfindel would remain until
the Autumn.  "We are pleased to have you here.  Elladan and Elrohir
have missed Glorfindel's company, and I know Erestor has longed for
the afternoon discussions he and Glorfindel would have.  Legolas has
thought of you everyday; he missed you terribly."

A smirk found its way to Thranduil's lips and he turned his bright
eyes to the Peredhel.  "I would assume you have been able to
adequately distract him from his homesickness?"

Elrond could detect a note of amusement in Thranduil's voice and he
couldn't understand why.  He raised an eyebrow and smiled uncertainly. 
"Why do you say that, my Lord?"

Thranduil leaned over, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh of
Elrond's ear.  "I can smell him on you, Elrond, and you on him."

The Half-Elf flushed brightly and sputtered most un-decorously. 
Thranduil's rich, booming laughter filled the corridor and he winked
at Elrond.

"If he is happy, Elrond, I would not take him from you."

They began to walk again.  "I thank you for that, Thranduil, for I do
love him dearly."

"And I am sure he loves you."

Elrond nodded.  Just before they reached Glorfindel's rooms, Thranduil
whispered in his ear once more.  "Should you break his heart, though,
I shall rip your throat out.  And," he said, his eyes flashing amber
in the afternoon light, "you know I will."

The End