Title:  Morning
Author:  Emma Keigh
E-mail:  emmakeigh@darkmage.net
Rating:  NC-17-slash
Fandom:  Lord of the Rings
Pairings:  Elrond/Legolas
Category:  PWP
Length:  710 words
Status:  new, complete
Date:  23 April 2002
Archive:  Yes for lxf archive only
Series:  unknown -- maybe...
Website:  http://www.darkmage.net/emmakeigh
Summary:  Elrond and Legolas, in the morning.

Disclaimer:  The characters from The Lord of the Rings and Middle Earth 
are the property of the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema 
(AOL). I only play with them from time to time for my own amusement and 
without compensation. No harm; no foul; no profit.  Anything or anyone 
new, however, is mine (left-overs again!).  

Warning:  This story contains explicit scenes of sex between consenting 
adult male elves.  If you are under age or don't care for this, LEAVE 
NOW. Beta-read by Nikki Memmott.  Thanks, merci beaucoup, tapadh leibh, 
gracias, danke, grazie, spazebo, arigato, obrigado.  Author's notes 
follow.  Feedback greatly appreciated.  *italics*

 

MORNING

  

Middle Earth: the Third Age


The sun had risen fully, and the Lord of Imladris stepped back into his 
chamber from his east-facing private terrace.  He wore only a light-
weight robe, which he let slip from his shoulders while crossing
the room, his ritual salutation to the rising sun complete.  On his 
mind now was the other, still-sleeping occupant of the bed, and Elrond 
quietly returned to his side.

He positioned himself exactly as he had awakened, then lightly brushed 
the long, flaxen hair away from a lip's width of golden-skinned neck.  
As his lips touched the warm skin, he breathed in deeply, the scent of 
his lover mixed with the musk of their lovemaking and the freshness of 
the morning.  The heady aroma drew him closer, and he nuzzled his way 
to the base of an elegantly pointed ear.  His body followed, spooning 
behind the golden-haired elf, snuggling into his warmth.  

Elrond's swelling organ found its way to the cleft between the smooth, 
rounded cheeks, and the slim, golden hips shifted slightly, pressing 
back into the growing hardness.  Elrond closed his eyes and let the 
passion rise through his body.  He felt the low hum before he heard it, 
and knew his lover had awakened.  

"Legolas," he whispered.  "It is morning."  His breath ghosted across 
ear and cheek.  "Do you never rise to greet the day, my love?"

Startlingly dark lashes rose to revel indigo eyes beneath equally dark 
brows.  He blinked twice as he twisted his head until his lips captured 
Elrond's waiting mouth.  Softly their lips met, at first just brushing 
against each other, then pressing hard and opening as the younger elf 
turned in the elder's embrace.  They seemed to melt into one another, 
arms holding torsos close, legs entwining to bring their hips together, 
the twinned, throbbing pillars of need caught between them.  

Elrond moved his kisses, covering each inch of the offered throat as 
his lover stretched back his head.  The elf-lord moaned when 
long-fingered hands slid down his back to cup his own rear cheeks and 
pulled the  two even closer.

"This is the only *rising* I care to do in the morning, *ind-hîr.*"  
Legolas pushed against Elrond's body with his own, grinding shaft 
against 
shaft.  

Elrond laughed, his mouth still against his lover's throat.  "I shan't 
complain again," he muttered, then reached for the half-empty phial of 
oil on the low table at the bedside.  He held it to the morning light, 
and the crystal glowed.  "I'll have to refill this today," he mused.

"Yes," the golden-haired elf teased.  "We shall need much more of that 
sweet oil."  He took the phial from Elrond's hand and thumbed out the 
cork.  The pair moved in unison so Elrond lay on his back, looking up 
at his beloved, and he bent his knees and opened them, offering himself 
freely.  

Kneeling between Elrond's raised knees, Legolas applied the 
herb-scented oil to his own straining member, and then to Elrond's 
offered entrance.  He smiled as the elder elf sighed at his touch, and 
shuddered from head to toe.  The response lit another fire deep inside 
Legolas, and he felt himself grow harder.  

Legolas poured the remainder of the oil over Elrond's stiff and leaking 
organ, then stroked it from base to tip and back, eliciting even more 
encouragement from his lover, words of love and passion in the lyrical 
language of the Eldar race.  Running his hands over the smooth-skinned 
chest, the dark nipples hardened and pebbled under his touch, and 
Legolas reveled in the power he held over this beautiful elf, one of
the most ancient of their kind. 

With practiced movements of his hands, and ministrations of his mouth 
and tongue, Legolas soon brought Elrond to a near-frenzied level of 
arousal.  No longer encouraging, the elder elf now begged his lover for 
release, and with a smile as brilliant as the morning, Legolas 
completed their joining.  Deeply he drove himself into Elrond, each 
stroke bringing a cry of new heights of passion from each of them.  And 
when Elrond found his release, so did Legolas. 

They lay together for a time, and when the sun had risen above the 
level of the trees, they rose, bathed, and faced the day.

 

The End

 
Notes:  

Ind-hîr - an endearment - actually "heart-lord"
With thanks to Hisweloke - The Sindarin Dictionary project