Title: The Hunt Author: CJ (missyjames@hotmail.com) Rating: R Pairing: Rumil/Legolas in this chapter. Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien, except for the unknown ones. Inspirations: Three deliciously devilish brothers, one illegally hot prince, and Tricia's wonderful stories "Unbecoming An Elf" and "Of Elves And Aphrodisiacs". Summary: Rumil is tracking a deer. A/N: Thank you, reviewers!! To me, the second chapter is hardest to write, so I'm sorry if this chapter isn't so good. The Hunt Chapter Two: Tracking The Prey Legolas unraveled the braid at the back of his head. He would not sleep with the other members of the Fellowship tonight, for Lothlorien was even fairer at night than it was at day. For at night, the entire wood was lit by hundreds, maybe thousands of small lanterns, casting their blue lights on the leaves of the mallorn trees. At night, Lothlorien was bathed in blue and silver lights, making the Elfin sanctuary look ethereal. And Legolas would rather walk around, enjoying the scenery, than sleep. Legolas watched as the sun slowly sank and the first stars started to make their appearance. He undid the braids at the sides of his head and picked up the golden comb he had brought with him. It would be the third time that day he would comb his hair. Aragorn and Boromir teased him for being prissy, but Legolas cared not. Mayhap he was a bit prissy, or at least a bit vain for brushing and braiding his hair so often, but at least he didn't smell. Softly, the comb glided through his hair. Legolas lowered the comb. He tilted his head back and let the wind play with his hair. It always felt so wonderful: the wind in his face, his hair fluttering behind him. It reminded him of the times he went horse riding with his Father. Legolas chuckled, recalling an 'incident' involving his Father, a low hanging branch and a mud puddle. His Father was a good rider and would have easily avoided the mud puddle, but with a little help from Legolas and the low branch... Smiling, Legolas began to comb his hair anew. His voice rose in a song of the stars, barely audible above the wind. Rumil watched from behind a tree. He had taken his time preparing for the 'hunt'. He had bathed for three hours, washing his hair over six times. Then he had rummaged through his closet, trying on several tunics before he had found one that pleased him. He had looked at himself in the mirror, laughing at his own stupidity. It mattered not whether he would look like a God or a beggar, the prince would be his anyway. And the best thing was, his brothers' turns of duty did not end until the next morning, which meant he had Legolas all to himself for the entire night. The wind carried a voice as sweet as honey his way, and Rumil sighed deeply. He had watched the prince comb his hair for a few minutes, enchanted by Legolas' beauty. The way he sat there, his hair fluttering in the wind like a fan of gold, his eyes shining brighter than the stars and the silvery blue lights of the lanterns reflected upon his silver tunic, Legolas' beauty could easily rival that of Luthien Tinuviel herself. Rumil took a deep breath and stood up. Slowly, like a cat stalking a mouse, he walked to where Legolas sat in the grass. He stood behind the prince for a while, listening to the sweet sound of that wonderful voice, and watching how the comb glided through those perfect golden locks. Then he kneeled in the grass behind Legolas, and plucked the golden comb from the prince's slender fingers. Legolas gasped when the comb was suddenly pulled from his grasp. He tried to turn around, but two hands were firmly placed on his shoulders and kept him immobile. "Do not stop your singing, Legolas," a voice whispered in his ear. Legolas let out a sigh of relief, for he recognized the voice as that of one of the guardians they had met upon entering the Golden Wood. "You are Rumil, are you not?" Legolas asked as he relaxed. The hands moved from his shoulders to his hair. "You remember. I am flattered," said the one behind him. "How could I forget? You aimed your bow at me." Rumil chuckled, running his fingers through Legolas' thick golden locks. "I did indeed," he said. "But please, continue your singing. I enjoy the sound of your voice." "...Thank you," murmured Legolas. He sat in silence for a while, feeling Rumil comb his hair, before he continued his song. Rumil touched him frequently and unnecessarily: soft brushes against his shoulder, fingers stroking his neck and running along the sensetive tips of his ears. Legolas frowned and stopped singing. There was something familiar about the way Rumil was braiding his hair, something about the way his hair was pulled back by the small braid. "Why do you tie a love knot in my hair?" Legolas asked suddenly. He heard Rumil chuckle, before the other Elf dropped the comb carelessly and wrapped his arms around Legolas' chest, trapping his arms. "Why, indeed," whispered Rumil, before bending over to nip the other Elf's ear. Legolas writhed deliciously against him. "Nay, don't," protested the prince. "Release me! I do not love you." Rumil chuckled and sucked the other's earlobe. "You will when I'm through with you," he whispered. He ran his tongue along the prince's long neck, feeling the other Elf shiver. "Let me go, Rumil. This isn't funny!" said Legolas while struggling. He felt something hard press against the small of his back and stilled. "Rumil, there is something pressing against my back," he growled. Rumil snickered. "That is my sword," he said innocently. Legolas gasped when the hardness against his back pulsed. "If that is what you would call it," he snorted. "How else would I call it?" "Small, for instance." Rumil blushed and growled. "You will pay for that insult, little prince," he grunted, pressing himself even harder against Legolas. But Legolas had worked himself onto his heels and pushed off from the ground, causing them both to fall backwards. Rumil landed on the ground first, still holding Legolas against him. The breath was knocked from him when he landed on the ground hard, causing him to momentarily loosen his grip. It was enough for Legolas to free himself and roll out of reach. Panting, Legolas looked down at Rumil, who glared at him. "I am sorry, Rumil," he said, "but I do not love you." Rumil stood up and brushed some branches off his tunic. "Oh, but what I feel for you is not love, my dear Legolas," he said. Legolas looked at him questioningly. His eyes widened in surprise when Rumil suddenly rushed into him headlong, knocking him to the ground and following him down. "It is lust," growled Rumil, straddling Legolas' hips. He grabbed the prince's wrists and pinned them to the ground above Legolas' head. "You see," he continued, "you are far too beautiful to be allowed to walk around unclaimed." Licking his lips, he bent over and nuzzled Legolas' cheek. "So I feel it is my duty to claim you as my own." "No!" cried Legolas. Rumil ignored him and traced a trail of wet kisses along Legolas' jaw. He paused to suckle on the prince's earlobe, before licking and nibbling his way down Legolas' long neck. Legolas bucked and twisted beneath him, but it only excited Rumil further. Rumil smirked against Legolas' soft skin. All it would take now was a small bite, and victory would be all his. But Legolas would not give in so easily. When he felt Rumil sink his teeth into his neck, he managed to free one hand. He grabbed a handful of Rumil's hair and pulled his head back. Rumil's eyes were wide with surprise when Legolas slapped him across his face. The Lorien Elf fell sideways off the Mirkwood prince. Legolas pushed Rumil away and crawled to his feet. But Rumil was quick and grabbed hold of one of the prince's ankles. He yanked hard, pulling Legolas to the ground. Legolas fell on his face, but quickly turned onto his back when he felt Rumil grab both his ankles. "Let go!" Legolas snarled. He had run out of patience and no longer felt the need to gently push Rumil away. "Let me go, Rumil. I'm warning you!" he threatened, wildly kicking his feet. Rumil was slightly surprised, and incredibly aroused by Legolas' ferocious struggles. Eyes sparkling, he moved up Legolas' body quickly until his own body entirely covered Legolas'. "You may struggle all you want, sweet prince," he whispered. "You will be mine, eventually." "I belong to no one!" growled Legolas. He placed his hands against Rumil's chest and tried to push him away, but Rumil would have none of it. He sealed his mouth over Legolas' and slipped a hand underneath his tunic, caressing the prince's thigh. When Legolas gasped, Rumil took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside the sweet mouth. It was pure bliss. Not only did Legolas' voice sound as sweet as honey, the prince tasted just as sweet. Rumil moaned into Legolas' mouth, chasing Legolas' tongue with his own. He sucked Legolas' lower lip into his mouth, causing the prince to groan and shudder. Rumil grinned and pulled back a little. "You enjoy this more than you are willing to admit, don't you, Legolas?" "N-nay, stop," panted Legolas. "S-stop this, or I-I will make you." Rumil snickered and rubbed his arousal against its twin, concealed yet very obvious within the prince's tight leggings. "And how would you stop me, sweet prince?" he asked, planting a wet kiss on Legolas' lips. Legolas turned his head away in disgust. "Next time you kiss me, I will bite off your tongue!" he snarled. Rumil grabbed a fistful of the prince's golden hair and turned Legolas' head towards him. "Then I will just have to put something else in your mouth," he whispered in the other Elf's ear. Legolas shuddered and glared at him. "Anything you put in my mouth, you will lose," he threatened. Rumil laughed. "Then I will just have to put it somewhere else." He lowered his hands to Legolas' leggings and started to pull them down. "NO!" Legolas bucked suddenly, almost throwing Rumil off him. Rumil grabbed him by his shoulders and forcibly held him down. "Lay still!" he growled. But Legolas continued struggling. He slapped Rumil's hands off his shoulders and planted his fist in the guardian's stomach. Even as the air was knocked from his lungs by the force of Legolas' blow, Rumil gave Legolas a ringing slap in his face. Legolas yelped, blood spilling from his split lip. Rumil grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the ground. He looked down at Legolas with a wry smile of triumph. "You look so much better when you're bleeding, princeling," he breathed. "So do you," growled Legolas. He jerked one hand free and rammed his fist against Rumil's nose with all the strength he could muster. The sound of Rumil's nose breaking was both satisfying and disgusting. Rumil rolled off him, howling in pain and clutching his broken nose. Blood splattered onto his tunic and the grass. Legolas swallowed hard. Then he scrambled to his feet and ran away without looking back. "I'll get you for this!" Rumil cried after him. Ithil already stood high in the heavens, when Haldir walked back to Caras Galadhon. His turn of duty usually did not end for another few hours, but tonight the captain of the guard had given him early relief. Unfortunately for Orophin, his turn of duty would not end for a long time, for the captain had given him an extra turn of duty as a punishment for the mistake Orophin had made a few turns of the moon ago. That Haldir -who could not wait to chase a certain young Mirkwood prince- happened to be the captain of the guard, had nothing to do with it. Or so he told Orophin. Haldir was thinking of the many things he would do with Legolas once the prince was his, when he saw a trail of drops of blood on the grass. He knelt down and dipped a finger into a small drop of blood. It was the blood of an Elf, he discovered as he brought his finger to his lips. Then he saw someone walking between the trees in front of him, bent over and hands on his or her face. Concerned for the well-being of one of his fellow Galadhrim, Haldir ran to the person, his senses on sharp, in case of any danger. As he came closer to the bent figure, he suddenly recognized the long gold hued hair. "Rumil?!" The figure turned around. Haldir ran to him and grabbed him by his arms, which were raised because Rumil covered his nose with his hands. "Rumil, what is wrong?" asked Haldir. He grabbed hold of Rumil's hands and pulled them away from Rumil's face, revealing a broken and bloodied nose. Haldir gingerly touched the broken bone, but Rumil slapped his hand away. "Don't touch it! It hurts!" Rumil hissed. Haldir looked at Rumil's tunic, which was covered with blood. "Rumil, what happened?" he asked. Rumil gingerly raised a hand to his nose, wincing in pain. "I ran into a tree," he mumbled. Haldir smirked. "You rab ibto a tree, say you? Is that some form of Orcish?" Rumil kicked him against his shins. "Bastard," he muttered. Haldir laughed. "I am sorry, Rumil. But to me it does not seem that you ran into a tree, more likely you ran into a greenleaf. Did I not tell you not to underestimate our little prince?" He wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder. "Come, Rumil, let me escort you to the healers, so that they can heal your poor, brokeb bose." Rumil snorted and glared at him. "I'll get you yet, Haldir," he growled. Laughing, Haldir walked his brother to the House of Healing. A/N: I plan on giving Orophin a whip in the next chapter. As I always say: a little bit of sm never hurt anybody ;)