Title: Eve of Departure Author: Crystal Dragon (crystal_dragon_13@msn.com) Rating: NC-17 (for sex) Pairing: Boromir/Legolas Series/Sequel: See Notes. Warnings: See Notes. Archive: Library of Moria yes. Anyone else yes, just ask. Disclaimer: I own nothing but a few... well maybe not a few... action figures ;) Tolkien owns everything. I'm just borrowing them, really. ***NOTES IMPORTANT PLEASE READ***: This snippet is a part of a Roleplay. If you like this story and want to know what happens next come visit us at our NEW location at www.lordsoftheslashed.com That's right we have our own space on the web now. Whee. We have MANY other pairings in various locations as well! Including… Glorfindel/Erestor, Aragorn/Frodo, Merry/Pippin, Eomer/Theodred, Haldir/Rumil, Faramir/Glorfindel, Legolas/Boromir, Celeborn/Orophin, Boromir/Faramir… and many many more! Something for everyone. Come check us out! Lots of characters still open for play! Original characters welcome as well! Eve of Departure Boromir practically stalked down the halls of the last homely house. The night was cool, as was to be expected so late in the autumn. There seemed to be no stars nor moon overhead, hidden by a thick covering of clouds. Not exactly the best of omens on the eve of when they would depart, but there was still plenty of light to see by the many torches that lit the open corridors and balconies. After the council he had tried, many times in fact, to speak to the elf alone and he *knew* Legolas was avoiding him. Not exactly surprising perhaps the way he had spoken to him during the council, but every time he tried to talk to him he was engaged in conversation with Aragorn, Gandalf, or Lord Elrond. Or he would simply disappear, be there one minute and gone the next, leaving the man extremely frustrated and growing more so by the second. At first he had been looking for the elf to apologize to him… now… well, now he was angry. Not in the best of moods to be in when you were attempting to apologize. He had seen the elf come this way after leaving the dinner Lord Elrond had held, the last they were to have before they set out on the morrow, and he *knew* Legolas must be around here somewhere. He could not have gotten *too* far ahead, and he simply could not have vanished into thin air! The man finally found the elf standing on one of the many open balconies that seemed to be everywhere in Rivendell. As still as the stone statue he stood next to, and even more beautiful. For a moment the man forgot his anger, entranced by the sight of the beautiful elf prince as he always was. But when Legolas finally turned to look at him, though the man had not made a sound (at least he thought he had not), his anger rose again. The elf *knew* he had followed him, he could see it in his eyes. And instead of stopping he had led him on this wild goose chase! "Why have you been avoiding me!" Boromir practically shouted angrily. The elf seeming unaffected by his obvious ire as he turned back to whatever he had been looking at and began walking down the stone steps that led to one of Rivendell's many lush gardens below. Stopping only when he reached the bottom of the stairs at the base of a large fountain. Finally turning back to look at the stunned human, the mist from the spraying water catching in his golden hair and making it shimmer all the more. "Walk with me, Boromir. Please." The elf said softly, so soft the man had barely been able to hear him. His voice as well as his expression seeming completely calm. Boromir did not know what else to do but follow the elf. Still seething to himself, but it was surprisingly hard to stay angry when the elf he was angry at refused to be affected by it. Even smiling softly when the man finally reached his side before turning and leading him through the maze of bushes and late blooming flowers. The man couldn't help but be once more entranced by the fair creature's grace and beauty. The elf moved almost as if they were in a dream. Even the simplest of movements like a dance. Legolas did not walk, he glided soundlessly as if he were nothing more than a spirit. Intangible. Untouchable. They had walked in silence for several minutes before the elf finally spoke, answering his earlier question. "I have not been avoiding you, son of Gondor." He said softly, in that same soft musical voice the man was coming to both love and hate. Boromir snorted slightly in response. "Your actions speak louder than your words, elf." The man bit out sharply, his frustration and confusion with his own feelings only adding to his anger and his words came out far harsher than he might have intended. The elf sighed and stopped walking, finally turning to look at the man fully. "Your anger clouds your judgment, just as your desire clouds your mind." Legolas said softly. His words not quite angry, though they were definitely scolding. Boromir stepped back a little, knowing he should be angry, but he was too surprised by the words themselves. Had he heard the elf correctly? How… how did he know? Had he been that obvious? "What did you say?" "I said your desire for the ring clouds your mind." The elf repeated calmly and the man frowned slightly. "That is not what you said, and you are wrong." Boromir argued, his anger rising again at the implications. Was that all the elf thought of him? Did he think all he lusted after was the ring for power?! All he had suggested was perhaps they could try to use it as a weapon against Sauron and they thought he wanted it for himself! Legolas blinked in surprise. That was not what he said? The elf thought back and blushed faintly. No… it wasn't… the man was right. He was usually more careful with his words… "All desire clouds the mind, whether it is for the ring or something else, son of Gondor." The elf said softly, trying to explain without revealing too much himself in the process. "And as you said… actions speak louder than words." Boromir's eyes practically flashed in the darkness even though there was practically no light where they were standing. Both barely illuminated whenever the clouds became thin enough overhead to let a little light from the moon shine through. "Stop calling me that, and do not use my own words against me." The man growled between his teeth, taking a step towards the elf and Legolas found himself instinctively stepping back. He had never given ground, especially to a mere human, before in all his long life. Yet now he was. "Can you honestly tell me that you do not desire the ring? You certainly offered to take it quickly enough when Lord Elrond said it must be destroyed. How do we know you do not want it for your own purposes?" Anger flashed in the prince's eyes then and he stopped giving ground to the human, yet Boromir continued to advance till they were practically standing nose to nose. Even though the man was a few inches taller than the much slender elf both seemed evenly matched at the moment. "Do not twist events to defend your own actions, man." Legolas said sharply, his own eyes flashing now dangerously in the dim light. "No, I do not desire the ring. It is evil. It destroys all who touch it and it will destroy you as well should you try to claim it." Boromir was a little surprised by the small outburst. Because under the anger was… concern… the elf was actually worried for him… and something else. He could see it clearly even though he could barely make out the details of the elf's face, and he wondered if he had been blind not to see it before. The man took another step forward pressing himself against the elf's chest and Legolas tried to take a step back only to find he had been backed up against a tree. "And what *do* you desire, fair elf?" The man whispered huskily and before the elf could answer he had claimed the other's lips in a heated kiss. Pressing his lips hungrily against the elf's, pushing his tongue past the lips that had been parted to speak, tasting every inch of him. Giving Legolas no chance to even breathe as he poured all the passion that had been building since the moment he had first laid eyes on the elf into that contact between them. Legolas let out a muffled yelp when the man's lips descended on his own, practically devouring him and his hands came up immediately to push the other away from him but instead he found himself pulling the man closer. Wrapping his arms around the man's waist and returning the kiss with a passion he did not know he had. It seemed to go on forever, until the need for air finally forced them apart. But the man only released his lips long enough to let them both draw a much needed breath before kissing him again and the elf could do nothing but whimper softly under the onslaught. Grateful for the smooth barked tree against his back because that along with the man's arms around him was the only thing holding him up at the moment. The man released his lips again and the elf panted softly as those same fiery lips traveled in a molten path down his jaw to his throat. His head falling back instinctively to give the man better access to the soft skin of his neck. He had to stop this… they couldn't do this… "Boromir, please…" The elf whimpered softly. He wanted to beg the man to stop. He wanted even more to beg him to continue. He did not know what he wanted… but he could not stop his hands from clutching the material of the man's leather tunic. Nor could he stop his body from pressing itself even closer to the man's, rubbing against him almost wantonly. He had never behaved this way with anyone before, he had never wanted anyone so much. Never had anything so wrong felt so right. Boromir groaned softly as he felt the elf press against him. Feeling the elf's arousal through their layers of clothing and he knew Legolas would be able to feel his as well. Gods he had never wanted anyone so much in his entire life. He burned. He felt if he did not touch the elf now he would die. He would die if Legolas pushed him away. He wanted to touch the elf. Taste him. All of him. Claim him as his own and he did not care if Legolas was already another's lover. Even if it was the lord of Rivendell himself. Nothing would stop him from taking Legolas now… unless it was Legolas himself. The man slowly kissed his way down the elf's neck to his chest. Unfastening Legolas' tunic as he went and pushing the material aside to reach even more of the tempting flesh he had seen twice already and longed to touch more than anything else. He slid his hands into the elf's open tunic and pushed it off his shoulders. Letting his hands roam freely over the exposed skin and his lips following quickly after. Over the almost delicate collarbone and down the smooth hairless chest, tracing the slender yet well defined muscles with his tongue. Finding a small pebbled nipple and nudging it to life with his tongue while his fingers found the other, teasing and pinching the sensitive flesh, while he lapped at the other like candy. Legolas threw his head back, gasping and crying out loudly in the night. The sweetest music the man had ever heard in his life, the elf's cries of passion for him. The elf's fingers came up to tangle through his long dark hair, arching into his mouth as his teeth closed over his sensitive bud, nipping at it lightly and the elf's body shuddered in pleasure. Words he could not understand falling from the fair creature's lips as Legolas cried out in his native tongue, but the man knew enough by their tone they were not cries of protest. His lips abandoning the first nipple, only to give the second the same treatment as he slowly worked at the ties on the elf's leggings. Sliding his hands into the waistband and slowly pushing them down the slender hips, finally pulling back to look at the elf fully. Naked and aroused. For him. The man felt both awed and humbled by the sight. His hands running up and down his lover's thighs almost reverently, his eyes locked hungrily on the elf's proud aroused flesh already weeping clear fluids showing just how much he enjoyed the attention. The elf finally forced his eyes open and looked down at the man watching him, his eyes slightly glazed with lust and half lidded. Gasping softly at the obvious hunger and arousal in the man's eyes as they finally turned up to meet his. His breath catching in his throat when one of Boromir's hands left his hips to wrap around his painfully aroused flesh causing his body to tremble and his knees to nearly give out. "Boromir… gods…" The elf prince whimpered softly, thrusting his hips forward as the man stroked him slowly with almost aching tenderness. So slowly. Up and down. Up and down. His thumb swirling gently around the head of his shaft teasing, making the elf whimper again. Gods the man was torturing him! "Boromir please!" The man smiled and finally leaned forward. His breath hot against the head of his shaft, parting his lips slowly and letting his tongue flick out to lick away the clear fluids that leaked generously from his cock. Legolas let out a sharp cry, his eyes falling closed as he head fell back almost limply against the tree. The man's strong hands went to his hips helping him to remain standing as Boromir's hot mouth opened taking more and more of his flesh inch by inch into that hot wet cavern. The elf's head thrashed from side to side, as he whimpered almost pitifully, his hair flying around him like a halo of golden silk. Boromir had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life. He took the elf's hard shaft into his mouth completely, swallowing him down till he felt the head of his lover's shaft at the back of his throat and then he pulled back slowly. Letting the hard flesh slip from his lips, slowly lapping at the tip once more, waiting for the elf to thrust his hips forward begging for more contact before swallowing him again. The elf trembled like a leaf under his hands and he knew he would not last long, though the man was determined to make it last for as long as possible. Again and again he swallowed the elf. Pulling back to tease with soft licks and kisses before swallowing him again. Legolas had never felt anything so good in his life, and he had never been more frustrated in his life. The man would not let him thrust into his mouth, holding his hips tightly. Every time he felt he was getting close he would pull back no matter how much he cried out in protest. It was the sweetest torture anyone had ever given him, but he felt if he had to bear it a moment longer he would go completely mad. His fingers wrapped in the man's dark hair, pulling hard, trying to pull him closer. Trying to thrust into that mouth that was driving him crazy, but the man was relentless. Gods he was going to faint before he could come. "Saes… Boromir… saes… please… please… saes…" The elf cried out over and over, increasingly desperate please and the man finally decided to give into. Licking one finger liberally and bringing it to the elf's tight opening. Thrusting it deeply inside while he took the elf into his mouth once again completely, sucking hard. Legolas practically screamed as the finger inside him found the tight bundle of nerves that sent his pleasure to the next level entirely. His hips thrusting forward despite the man's firm hold on him and coming hard down the hot wet throat that sucked his fluids from him almost greedily. His body trembling so hard he was having trouble standing and the man was having trouble holding him up as the pleasurable spasms rocked the elf. Shuddering one last time before his body went completely limp, falling into the man's arms that caught the spent elf easily. Boromir's lips sealing over the elf's again in a surprisingly gentle kiss, though it took a few moments before the elf responded. When he did their tongues twined together easily, slowly, savoring each other and Legolas moaned softly at the taste of himself within the man's mouth. He almost couldn't believe what they had done. What he had allowed the man to do to him. What he was *still* allowing the man to do to him… but gods he wanted it so much… Still trembling with small aftershocks as the man's finger continued to probe inside him gently, pressing against that hidden place within him that made the elf's body shiver with pleasure and his inner muscles clench around the invading digit. The man kissed a gentle path down the elf's jaw to his neck once again and the elf once more found himself tilting his head back to allow him better access. Not protesting in the least when the man added a second finger inside him, stretching him further, and laying him back on the soft grass. The clouds had parted allowing the light of the full moon to shine down around them and the elf was struck by how handsome the man looked as he knelt over him, pleasuring him. Those beautiful grey eyes locked with his own. So unclouded and open as the elf had a feeling they hardly were. The man usually kept his emotions well hidden from all, but right now he could see everything. The man had such a pure heart but it was clouded by pain and uncertainty and self doubt. Always thinking of others before himself. He could tell it in the way the man looked at him so adoringly, the way he pleasured him without thought of himself. Legolas felt guilty for accusing the man for wanting to take the ring for his own. He had not wanted it for himself… he had wanted it to help his people. The elf understood now but the Ring would corrupt even such a noble cause. Twisting it to evil. He would not allow it to happen. He would not allow it to take this man. This man was like a rough gem among stones. Hidden, but with the right care he would shine above all others. Why did he suddenly feel he wanted to be the one to help make the man shine? Boromir stilled when he saw the sudden change in the elf's expression and was worried that perhaps he had gone too far and despite his rather obvious desire he was about to pull back but the elf's hands stopped him. The elf said nothing, but what he wanted was clear as he spread his legs wider to give the man better access. His hands coming up to slowly undo the silver clasps on his leather tunic. The man smiling faintly as he helped the elf remove it as well as the chain mail and velvet shirt he wore underneath. The man shivered a little in the cool night air once he was naked to the waist and the elf smiled gently. "Are you cold?" Legolas whispered softly, his hands running up and down the well-muscled arms that had broken out with goosebumps. "Well it is almost winter now." The man replied, shivering again and the elf opened his arms to the man. "Let me warm you." Boromir smiled gently down at the beautiful elf, laying down slowly between his lover's parted legs. Feeling the long limbs wrap around his hips and the elf's arms wrap around his back as he settled himself over the elf. Making sure not to press his full weight to the elf's slender body causing the elf to chuckle softly to his surprise. "Do not worry, Boromir. I am an elf, I am not as fragile or delicate as I may look." He said softly, pulling the man more fully down upon him as he leaned up to take his lover's lips in another heated kiss. One that was returned just as eagerly and they spent a long time tasting each other's lips. The pressure alternating from nearly bruising to almost achingly tender, deep open mouthed kisses and the barest fluttering of their lips together. All the while their hands explored what flesh was revealed to them. The elf's hands roaming slowly up and down the strong planes of muscle along the man's back. Sometimes so light to be ticklish, other times nearly scratching the surprisingly soft skin though never hard enough to cause any pain. The man's trailing over the smooth silken thighs and over the firm well rounded buttocks. Kneading and caressing the firm globes gently. Each touch teasing and testing. The new lover's seeing what the other enjoyed most. Legolas keeping his promise to help warm the man. In fact Boromir's skin felt almost feverish to the touch. Especially in the area between his legs where his hot throbbing arousal was still trapped, now nearly painfully, by the confines of his leggings. The elf ran his fingers gently over the prominent bulge, caressing gently, earning him a deep and beautiful groan from the man. "Take these off… I wish to see all of you…" The elf prince whispered gently as he slowly began to undo the ties of the man's leggings and Boromir wasted no time helping him finally push down the last barrier of clothing between them. His rock hard arousal practically jumping free of its confines and Legolas smiled approvingly. His hand wrapping around the thick shaft stroking his lover gently. Boromir groaned deeply in his chest, his eyes rolling back and his lips parted in a breathless moan of pleasure as the elf teased his aching flesh slowly. Swirling the beads of moisture that had leaked from the tip, his eyes snapping open to stare at the elf in wonderment as Legolas lifted his fingers to his lips to taste of him. Gods he had never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. "Legolas…" Legolas pulled the man down for another heated kiss and wrapped his legs around his lover once more in a blatant invitation. The man hesitated for a second and the elf raised his fingers to his lips before he could offer any kind of protest. "I will not break, Boromir, I promise you. I want you now…" The elf whispered almost desperately, his fingers tangling in the man's dark hair and pulling him down for another lingering kiss. The man returned the kiss eagerly, his doubts melting away as his desire was stroked once again and he positioned himself at the elf's prepared entrance. Using his own fluids to slick his shaft as liberally as he could before slowly beginning to push past the tight ring of muscle guarding his lover's entrance. Feeling it give way for him and the elf's tight velvet walls clamp around him tightly causing the man to groan deeply in his chest. Trembling slightly with intense pleasure as he slowly sheathed himself completely within his lover's fair body. The elf's legs lifting slightly and tightening around him to allow him even deeper. "Oh gods, Legolas…" The man breathed, panting and sweating slightly and he had not even begun moving inside his lover's body. Legolas trembled and clutched him tight from the incredible pleasure. "Yes, Boromir, please…" Slowly they began to move together. Moving as one. As if they had always meant to be. Boromir thrust into his lover's body slowly, carefully at first. Letting the elf become used to the invasion. Making sure to hit that most pleasurable spot inside with every deep motion. Legolas cried out softly, lifting his hips for each deep thrust. Clutching his lover to him in every way possible. Murmuring soft elvish endearments under his breath with every movement. Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing had ever felt so right. It was almost frightening, and yet he didn't care. Nothing mattered but this. The man began to move faster. Harder. Deeper. Building their passion slowly to a near fevered pitch. Their cries of ecstasy gradually becoming louder in the night but there was no one to hear the two lovers. No one to witness them but the light of the moon. The elf clutched at his human lover, feeling himself nearing his peak for the second time that night. His hips rising up to meet the man's thrusts with even more force. Practically sobbing the man's name over and over as that place inside him was stroked without mercy. He would come soon just from the feel of his lover's hard cock within him. The man wouldn't have to touch his arousal at all. As soon as he thought it the elf felt his seed spill over his stomach in hot rivulets. His voice rising high in the night, an indistinguishable cry that might have been the man's name if the elf had any ability to form actual words at the moment. Boromir felt his lover's muscles contract around his shaft even more, and he moaned in painful ecstasy as the elf practically milked his orgasm for him. He held out for as long as he possibly could, pushing into that tight clenching heat and then finally releasing himself into his lover's body. His arms giving out beneath him, his full weight collapsing on top of the elf's body as his seed rushed forth filling the elf completely. Legolas not complaining one bit, in fact holding the man even closer to him, pressing soft kisses against his lover's forehead as they laid trembling together from their powerful release. As the sweat on his skin began to cool from the chill of the late autumn air, Boromir shivered again, this time in cold. He had almost forgotten how cold the night was as the heat from their lovemaking began to dissipate. But almost immediately he felt the elf's arms wrap around him tighter, soft hands running up and down his back in surprisingly gentle movements. Boromir smiled slightly, lifting his head to gaze down at the beautiful elf. His lover's fair skin seeming even paler in the light of the moon, his hair fanned out on the soft green grass like a halo of silver. So achingly beautiful… how could such a fair creature truly be real and not simply a dream? The man shifted a little, feeling himself still buried deep within the elf's body and Legolas smiled faintly up at the man. Finally letting his legs slide from around the man's body allowing him to ease out of his lover's body slowly and lay down beside the elf. Immediately drawing his lover's body into his arms and the elf went willingly, draping himself partially over the man's body like a blanket and allowing his golden head to rest against the broad shoulder. He reached up gently to run his fingers through the long golden silk, untangling the fine strands and picking out a few fallen leaves and flowers that had become caught. Legolas sighed softly a sound almost like a purr escaping his lips and the man shivered again feeling the soft breath brush against his skin. This time having nothing to do with the chill in the air. They laid like that for a long time in silence. Each seeming unsure how to break it. The elf sighed again and finally lifted his head to look down at the man. His fingers tracing small patterns into the surprisingly soft skin of the man's chest. "Are you cold?" He whispered softly, his voice holding a bit of concern and the man smiled slightly and shook his head. "No… are you?" Legolas smiled in return. "Elves do not feel the change in temperature as much as humans do." The elf explained softly. Boromir nodded a little in understanding. It seemed as if he was learning a great deal about elves he never knew before… he wondered if Legolas would give him the chance to learn even more? The elf continued to smile as he watched the emotions flicker over the man's eyes as clear to him as a cloudless sky and just as beautiful. It was a shame he usually kept himself so guarded… he wondered why the man had allowed him to see what he had obviously kept hidden from most. "What are you thinking of, Boromir?" Legolas finally asked softly, his fingers drifting a little lower on the man's chest to caress the even softer skin of his stomach. Tracing the taunt lines of muscle with gentle touches. Boromir was not sure how to answer at first. But after what they had shared together he at least owed the elf the truth. "I am wondering if this… will be the only time." He said softly. Knowing the elf would understand what he meant without further elaboration, and indeed Legolas did. The elf nodded slightly, as if he had been expecting him to say that and answered. "Do you wish it to be?" To his credit the man did not answer right away. But actually gave the matter some thought before answering. "No… What about Lord Elrond?" Boromir finally asked and was a little surprised when Legolas smiled again. "Lord Elrond and I… have known each other for many centuries. We have been friends for much of that time, even though he and my father have no love for each other…" The elf began and the man felt his heart plummet a little. Legolas saw the change in the man's eyes and leaned forward quickly to place a soft reassuring kiss on his lips. "During that time we have been friends only. Last night… we considered perhaps making it more… but were interrupted." Boromir blushed slightly and the elf chuckled softly kissing him again, even softer. "I have already spoken to Lord Elrond earlier today after the council… and we both agreed that had we gone through with it, it would have been a mistake on both our parts. He was lonely, and I wanted to comfort a friend…" Legolas tried to explain as well as he could while still leaving private matters private. Thankfully the man nodded in understanding and the elf smiled again. The man felt a little guilty now for accusing the elf of avoiding him today. He should have known better and the elf was right. He was letting his anger cloud his judgment. "I'm sorry, I…" Legolas laughed softly and covered the man's lips with his fingertips. "No… do not apologize. I think we both misjudged the other a little this day…" Boromir couldn't help but smile a little, a little relieved by the elf's words and he kissed the fingers pressed against his lips gently. Legolas watched the man with a tender expression, tracing the soft lips, and then leaning down to once more claim them with his lips instead. The man's arms wrapped around the elf, drawing him closer and returned the kiss eagerly. Tracing the subtle lips with his tongue and moaning softly when the elf's tongue came out to twine with his own. Legolas pulled back with one last caress to those sweet lips before it could become too heated. Knowing this was a conversation they needed to complete first. Boromir spoke first. "Will you… give me the chance learn more about you?" The man whispered softly as the elf traced the surprisingly soft hair of his beard on his cheek with his fingertips. "I would like to know you, son of Gondor… all of you… perhaps on this journey we will have the chance to know each other well…" The man smiled and pulled the elf down for another surprisingly tender kiss. One that the elf returned just as tenderly. Holding each other close all through the night.