Title: Spring Time Author: likimeya Pairing: Elrond/Legolas Rating: NC17 Warnings: bad language. very bad language. *Spring Time* It was the early evening of the a warm spring day, and the bright sun was shining happily down on Rivendell. Birds were chirping in the trees and bees were fluttering busily to and fro. The lord of the valley sat lazily on a bench outside the main building of the Last Homely House, surveying his surroundings. But as much as he tried, he could not bring himself to really enjoy the beautiful day. He had felt a certain restlessness all over the last month: spring had come, every elf’s spirits and natural instincts had reawakened, and yet Elrond was not able to celebrate the arrival of the warm season properly, as he would have liked very much, in fact. For his favorite visitor and long time bed partner, the wandering Gildor Inglorion, had stayed away from Rifendell for months now. Thus, Elrond was still waiting for the first fuck of the year. The elf lord sighed heavily as he thought of Gildor lying naked on his bed, waiting for him to take out his little Elrond and ride him. The mere imagination instantly made him hard as mithril, and he quickly drew his thoughts away from the arousing images and concentrated on the landscape again, instead. Elrond made an earnest attempt at enjoying what he saw: the cloudless blue sky, the green trees, birds, dragonflies, rabbits on the grass, bushes full of flowers,… Bushes? Elrond suddenly realized that the bushes of Rivendell were most likely filled with rutting elves who, unlike himself, were having fun. Groaning, Elrond quickly averted his eyes again. Yes, his fuck buddy had definitely stayed away for too long, Elrond was desperately in need for another visit from Gildor. Elrond barely resisted the temptation to grasp the first elf who had the fortune to cross his way, drag him into his bed (extra large for just such a purpose) and shag him senseless – he had a reputation to lose! Instead, he surreptitiously slid one of his hands underneath his silken warm weather robes and began stroking his poor neglected halfelfhood. Sighing with relief, he rested his head on the stone wall behind him and let images of his various past conquests flow past his inward eye, moaning and whispering quietly. “ Oh, Gildor, you’re so tight! … Ah, Mithrandir, please, suck me harder! … Yes, Aragorn, give it to me with that large fucktool of yours! …” All of a sudden, there was a cough and a rustle of robes beside him. Elrond’s hand froze. He was glad he had not taken his equipment out of his robes, for if he had done, the elf beside him would have been in immediate danger of receiving a cum shot in is face, had he arrived only moments later. Elrond looked up to see who it was that dared to disturb his privacy at that precise moment. He nearly jumped in surprise as the intruder proved to be the certainly hottest elf on all Arda. Elrond wondered why on earth he did not know this potential bed partner. The elf was clad in a silver shirt and tight fitting, green leggins that hid nothing of the well toned body from Elrond’s eager eyes. Elrond felt his mouth watering at that alluring sight and willed his eyes up again. He absentmindedly noticed that the stranger’s face was quite beautiful, as well, and – more interesting still – that his gaze was trailed directly at the robe- covered likeness of Mount Doom his considerable length was forming. “My Lord Elrond”, the elf said, “ forgive me for disturbing your… private activities.” Elrond grinned naughtily. “My name is Legolas of Mirkwood, I am but passing through this part of Middle- earth on the way home to my forests. I came past Imladris and wondered, whether I was permitted to stay here for some days to admire the valley’s beauty… and perhaps join its denizens in celebrating the arrival of spring…” His gaze turned again to Elrond’s groin area. The lord, too, nodded in greeting and, more or less discretely, slid his hand out of his clothes. “Welcome, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood. I would be honoured to have you as my guest. You are, of course, more than welcome to stay here as long as you have a mind.” As he looked the other up and down again, marvelling at his undeniable sex appeal, Elrond noticed that Legolas was developing a mountain of his own between his slender legs. A quick study of Legolas’ face told him that the younger elf was equally as embarrassed as he seemed to be pleased of the situation. Elrond decided to try his luck and extend the invitation a little. He had the feeling he would score tonight. “I would be glad to personally make sure you have a pleasurable, I mean, pleasant time here. As for disturbing my ‘private activities’… Well, I could always need a helping hand…” Legolas made a shocked face. Shit!, Elrond thought. Had he been too direct in his offer?! As he did not want to risk what little diplomatic relations existed between Mikwood and Rivendell due to his nymphomaniac ways, Elrond was about to babble some half hearted apology. But Legolas stopped him short. “This bench is quite exposed to people’s view, don’t you think so? And what would your subjects say if we were getting it on right in front of their eyes??” Legolas raised his eyebrows in a charmingly nervous fashion, apparently equally uncertain if he had understood his suggestion correctly. Elrond jumped to his feet, the sudden friction of his robes making his turgid arousal twitch painfully. “My room then?” he asked huskily. Legolas licked his lips seductively. Elrond grasped the young one’s hips and pulled their bodies together, claiming Legolas’ lips in deep, wet kiss. Legolas opened his mouth for him, and Elrond pushed his tongue inside, caressing its hot walls, then noisily sucked Legolas’ tongue into his own mouth, whilst grinding their groins together, making sure Legolas felt how hard he was for him. Unable to wait any longer, Elrond pulled away at last and dragged Legolas into the building with him, lest he surrendered to his need an mounted him right there and then. <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> Elrond pulled Legolas into his room and resumed the face sucking they had briefly stopped when they had met Elrond’s sons in the corridor outside of the lord’s private chambers. Too hard now to waste any more time, Elrond did not bother to close the door behind them, but simply dragged Legolas along with him towards the bed, all the while licking at the price’s swollen lips and sucking the aphrodisiac saliva from his mouth. Once they had reached the edge of the bed, he lifted the young elf up into his arms, placed one loud kiss on his strawberry lips and threw him down onto the waiting mattress. While Legolas unbuttoned silver shirt, Elrond yanked down the tight fitting leggins. The mighty sword that was Legolas’ elfhood sprang free with a ‘swoosh’. Elrond quickly bent down to lick at the glistening cockhead and slurp in the surprising amount of moisture it was producing. He then bent lower to suck in more of the throbbing hot dog, giving Legolas a thorough blow- job until the blond was groaning in delight. At the same time, Elrond pulled out a bottle of oil from between the end of mattress and the wooden frame of the bed (Elrond always kept it there – you never knew when you got the chance to shag a gorgeous young woodelf) and poured a generous amount of oil on his hand. Legolas would need a proper preparation before he was wide enough, for Elrond was better equipped than most elves. The scissoring movements of his fingers inside his tight channel made Legolas moan even louder, and Elrond felt the turgid erection twitch dangerously in his mouth. Quickly he let Legolas’ lollipop slip out of his mouth and retreated his fingers. He pulled his robes open just wide enough to free his own weeping spear (he sometimes called it “Aiglos”, in reference to Gil- Galad the Tantra Master, who had unfortunately gone to the elven- Nirvana a long time ago), then pulled Legolas willing body up and onto his lap. The young elf’s expression was suddenly timid, and he said: “Elrond, this is my first time. Please, be gentle.” He hesitated, then added: “But not too gentle!” Elrond silently thanked the Valar for sending this young potential sex god into his bed that he should be the one to initiate him. He grinned. “Boy, you’ll be a woman, soon!” With that he pulled Legolas up until his fuckhole was placed directly above the tip of his rod, then pulled him down and pushed himself smoothly up the hot passage. Instanly, Legolas let out a scream of pleasure and let himself fall back onto the bed. “Ah, yes, Elrond, stab me with your spear!” he cried out. Encouraged by this, Elrond began to thrust his little hobbit deeper into Legolas’ hobbithole, hitting his secret spot repeatedly and making him buck and yell wildly. “Yes, My Lord! Go faster, harder! O, Elrond, please, fuck me!!” His cries went out of Elrond’s rooms and echoed in the hallways of Rivendell, startling even the elves outside in the bushes. <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> “Did you hear that?” Down in the library, Erestor raised his head and looked questioningly at Glorfindel. Glorfindel reclined against the back of the plush armchair. “It’s nothing” he said and pushed Erestor’s head down again. Erestor licked his lips and continued his sucking work on his sweetheart’s candy cane. <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+> Up in his rooms, the Lord of Rivendell pushed Aiglos inside his newfound sex toy even harder, spurred on by the blond’s excessive cries. He wrapped his slick, oiled hand around Legolas’ rock hard, purple pillar, which was bobbing back and forth with each of his thrusts, and began to pump it. Legolas responded with an even more abandoned undulating of his body, and their pace quickened, until Elrond felt like a rodeo rider on a wild stallion. “Oh, Elrond, Elrond! I’m coming!” Grunting out loud, Elrond thrust one more time and exploded deep inside Legolas’ body. Instantly, he felt the hole around him tighten with Legolas’ own orgasm. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” With the loudest cry Elrond had ever heard, Legolas came hard, shooting several spurts of his seed up and all over Elrond’s robes and face. Elrond opened his mouth and received a shot onto his tongue, tasting Legolas’ sweet juices. Drained from the ride, he let himself fall down and leaned on his forearms beside an exhausted and panting Legolas. Drops of his own sperm fell down onto the woodelf’s body, forming a little pool inside his navel, and Elrond had a hard time not becoming erect yet again at the sight of it. “How was I?” Elrond asked him. “Oh, you were wonderful!” Legola burst out. “Just as Gildor promised you would be.” Elrond raised an eyebrow skyward. “It was Gildor who sent me to Rivendell in the first place. He told me you might be in need of a good ride.” Elrond beamed. So his fuck buddy had not forgotten him, after all. *the end*