Title: The Show Author: Big Smirk (bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com) Beta reader: Mel A Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Legolas/Elrond Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Inspiration: Meredith’s posted plot bunny challenge. Warning: Possible beverage snorting humor - do not drink and read. Feedback: A few crumbs for the Smirk? Bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com Summary: Every 100 years the Wizards’ Festival is held, and there are delights for the eyes and the arousal. Sensing the strong bond between two Elves, Gandalf selects Legolas and Elrond to perform in the show. They must travel many days to reach the festival. Unfortunately for the two Elves, the wicked wizard demands celibacy from them, and he devises many a temptation to test them. Can the poor Elves deny their passions before the show? The Show The forest was alive with the hum of Elven anticipation. Gandalf was coming. Once a century the old Wizard chose but two Elves for the show at the mysterious Wizards’ Festival. Those who returned from the event had grins on their faces that lasted for days. It was every Elf’s dream to be selected. Gandalf wasted no time. He had a theory, and if he was correct, selection would not be difficult this time. He walked up to Elrond who held his breath and dared to hope. Usually his duties prevented him from even entertaining the idea of being selected, but this year...maybe… Gandalf approached his long-time friend with a twinkle in his eye. “The stirrings of evil do not trouble your land. I think you can be spared for a while,” he said simply as he reached into Elrond’s leggings to cup the smooth round balls and run his knowing fingers up the shaft. He sensed the lingering energy of the one the dark-haired Lord had shared himself with. “Hmmm, recent…by the set of last night’s moon I’d say,” he announced with a grin. “Now, let’s see if I can find him,” the Wizard said, withdrawing his hand and turning to leave. “Follow me.” Elrond felt like singing there and then, such was his joy. Only one more thing could make it any better – he prayed to Elbereth that Gandalf would choose the one he loved above all others to go with them. Gandalf ran his eyes over the watching group of Elves. Their joyous faces reflected their collective happiness that their Lord, at last, had been chosen. Gandalf continued to scan the crowd until he saw whom he was looking for. Striding over to Legolas, Gandalf reached in and felt the younger Elf’s sex. “Hmmm, just as I thought,” he said with satisfaction. “Meet me by the river-crossing at dawn. Bring nothing, not even your clothes,” Gandalf said to them as he turned and left. The two Elves looked at each other in joyous disbelief. Radiant smiles beamed from their beautiful faces. “Oh, and lay not with each other this night,” Gandalf said without looking back. The smiles dissolved off the Elves’ faces. ---Dawn- Five Days Before the Show--- The cool morning air prickled the bare skin of Elrond and Legolas as they met Gandalf at the crossing. Gandalf was waiting with four white horses. The Elves’ eyes were immediately drawn to the brightly colored packages on the back of the packhorse. Gandalf walked over to them and quickly felt them to see if they had obeyed his command. They had, as he knew they would, but how long would they last, he wondered. “From here on neither of you has a title. You follow me. Agreed?” The Elves signaled their agreement by leaping happily onto the backs of the horses. Gandalf threw Elrond a bright, glittering cloak of midnight blue fabric. A red one was tossed to Legolas. They put on the cloaks and immediately appreciated the warmth they gave, not only from the cold, but the sensual feeling they gave as they brushed against bare skin. “Oh, and one more thing, you may not lay with each other until the show,” Gandalf said, turning away from them so they would not see the smile on his face. They had no idea what he had planned for them. The two Elves looked at each other in desperation, but neither spoke as they set off behind the Wizard. ---Four Days Before the Show--- After they finished breakfast, Gandalf painted bright paint on the Elves faces. Their eyes were framed in seductive shades of green and brown. The make up gave their eyes a look of smoldering desire, as the blue of their eyes took on a dark brown hue. They could not keep their gaze off each other Gandalf noted with satisfaction. He dressed them in smooth fabrics crafted to stimulate the skin. He wrapped a length of silky cloth around Legolas’ slim waist. The end of it he brought under the Elf and pulled tight between his buttocks, fanning out the remained so it fit snugly against the penis it covered. He did the same to Elrond, slowly, rubbing more than necessary. He made sure each Elf saw the other being dressed. Gandalf made them walk their horses, knowing that the feel of the fabric between their legs would arouse them both. That was merely the start of what he had planned for them this day. He made them walk one behind the other, alternating them so they would both suffer the same visual torment. Legolas watched the muscles of Elrond’s rear cheeks move back and forth as he walked ahead. He felt the ache in his own loins, as he longed to reach out and touch that which he saw before him. Even an ‘accidental’ touch was forbidden, as every time Legolas caught up a warning voice from behind forced him to drop back. Elrond was put through the same torture, as he helplessly watched the bright red fabric disappear between the smooth cheeks walking in front of him. He yearned to touch them. Pretending to pull a prickle from his foot, Elrond surreptitiously picked up a small stone. As they walked on again, he flicked it at one luscious cheek. Legolas smiled without breaking stride as he felt the little sting. Elrond felt a much stronger sting, as a larger stone hit him on the back of the head. “No!” Gandalf barked. They marched on in silence. The poor Elves held in their cries of desire and frustration. Gandalf held in his laughter. ---Three Days Before the Show--- The tension was building. Time for a little squabble, Gandalf decided. Gandalf allowed them to open one of the packages that had fascinated them since they had set out. Anxious eyes had always followed him every time he brought something out from the packs. There was always some new delight to torment the eye and tease the skin. Both of the Elves were now out of their minds with need. Time for the green dress. “You may open that one.” Gandalf pointed to a small package of spring-leaf green. Legolas and Elrond lunged toward the packhorse and discovered the dress of glittering, bright green fabric. They both grabbed for it. “Mine!” Legolas yelled. “I am the Lord of Rivendell!” Elrond countered. “Not out here,” Legolas retorted. “Give it to me!” Elrond commanded, pulling it harder. “Nay!” Legolas, yelled, pulling in the opposite direction. Rip! The dress tore apart and sent the two Elves sprawling on the ground. They looked at each other, breathing angrily. “Brains of an Orc!” Elrond spat. “For doing the same thing as you!” Legolas returned. The next insult never came as the humor in Legolas’ last comment registered with Elrond. “I suppose we both have the brains of an Orc, and half a brain each at that.” Elrond smiled. “The color really does become you,” Legolas complimented. “I should have liked to see you in it,” Elrond purred. Their shared image of each other drew them to their feet, and they closed the gap between them physically to complete their resolution. “ENOUGH!” Gandalf’s voice commanded, stopping them both in their tracks. A look of despair colored their faces, as the Wizard took the green fabric from them and increased the physical distance between them again. Grinning to himself, Gandalf repacked the fabric. It had torn…just as it was designed to. ---Two Days Before the Show--- Gandalf brought out silver dresses with long, flowing capes. They were riding across the plains today, and that meant speed and another wicked deprivation. The Elves eagerly donned the glittering dresses. The fabric came down to just below the waist, leaving their long, muscular legs bare. Just what Gandalf had in mind. “We shine like Ithil!” Legolas squealed with delight as he danced to see the fabric move. The joy was short lived as the movement of the sleek, silver-wrapped shape of Elrond tore at his heart and inflamed the heat in his loins again. “Oh...” he mumbled miserably as he mounted his white horse. They streaked across the plains on horseback. The generous length of silver fabric billowed in the breeze, flying out far behind like a magic tail. Using only his legs for balance, Legolas threw his arms up in the air, tilted his head to the sky and screamed out a cry of utter joy. At least this was permitted. Elrond did the same, but his scream was a howl of frustration, as he saw the beautiful body out of reach before him rise and fall with the movement of the horse. The fabric flipped up to reveal the Elven cheeks being lightly bounced on the horse’s back. Before the ride ended, Gandalf made sure Elrond rode ahead so that Legolas was forced to look. “Oh…” ---One Day Before the Show--- They made camp for the evening after another day of deprivation. Gandalf permitted the Elves to venture down to the nearby lakeside. The wizard kept a hidden watch on the two, knowing what would probably happen. The two naked Elves ran for the shimmering surface. Legolas threw himself onto Elrond and sent both of them crashing into the water. “I can not wait,” Legolas whispered urgently into Elrond’s wet ear, as he started to lick the delicate curves. “I must have you in me!” Elrond responded quickly by embracing Legolas under the water, bringing their bodies together. “CEASE!” boomed Gandalf’s voice. The two Elves sprang apart with a startled splash. Gandalf commanded them out of the lake and over to opposite sides of the campfire where they could see each other, glowing warmly in the firelight, but not touch. They ate dinner in silence before turning in for the night, but it was not food that the two Elves were hungry for. Legolas lay on his bedroll, his unfulfilled need driving sleep from him. Visions of Elrond’s body swirled in his mind as his body tingled in anticipation. He reached down quietly to stroke himself. “CEASE!” boomed Gandalf’s voice. Legolas’ hand returned to rest back on his chest. “BOTH OF YOU!” boomed the voice again. ---The Show--- Their arrival into the makeshift village of vibrantly colored tents drew immediate attention. The brightly dressed Elves were breathtakingly beautiful, but even more, the obvious sexual tension between them was impossible to ignore. They seemed oblivious to the crowd, as their eyes locked onto each other in an almost visible connection, need-filled glances touching each other in the only way left to them. Gandalf was pleased with the reception. The unfulfilled need of his dancers would make for quite a show. The crowd assembled in the main tent. Each Wizard had brought something or someone to entertain them. They enjoyed the varied performances, but they were all waiting for the final act - Gandalf’s Elves. The silence was tangible as Elrond and Legolas were led on stage. They were brightly dressed in layers of fabric that swished and shimmered. Eyes darted from one to the other. They could not believe their good fortune. The Elves were a handsome pair. The dark-haired one complemented the fairer one. Both of them were tall, with long, shapely limbs. A group of musicians, knowledgeable in Elven culture, provided the music. Just before the music started, Gandalf nodded with a glint in his eye to the Elves and said, “You may.” The words struck the Elves like a physical bolt of lightning. It took all their control not to lunge at each other right then, but they did not want to disappoint the crowd, so, with more restraint than either of them knew he possessed, they began the opening moves of the dance that required them to dance apart. The dance contained moves from the Elves’ culture. The audience recognized the dance of the earth, as the Elves celebrated the cultivation of life-giving food and the harvest. They threw off their outer brown garments into the air to symbolize digging up the earth’s bounty. Bright green dresses bedecked with silver sparkles glittered over the whirling bodies as, the movements changed into greater action, and they danced their forest hunts and defense of their lands. The green garments soon went the same way as the brown ones, revealing flimsy red under garments that barely concealed anything. The dance was perfectly synchronized by years of practice. It almost seemed like the two bodies were one. Their bodies progressed from the war dances to the Elven sexual rituals. The crowd held its collective breath, as the two bodies leapt toward each other and suddenly melded together in long-awaited touch as they danced. Graceful Elven hands ripped the last of the light fabric from each other’s body with nimble roughness that drew a gasp from the crowd, as the full beauty of their bodies was revealed. Rippling muscles weaved an erotic pattern of lust in the eyes of the beholders. The concave curve of one body was filled by the convex curve of the other. The days of restraint infused urgency into them that was not lost on the crowd. The air grew noticeably warmer, as the wizards shifted a little uncomfortably from their own inner stirrings. They longed to slip away and deal with their own growing arousal, but they were riveted to the compellingly erotic sight before them. The Elven dances were well known for their sensuality, and the crowd knew they were witnessing the finest performance of them. Long Elven fingers stroked their long erections as they danced. Facing the crowd they alternated placing one body before the other. First Elrond stood legs apart and arms raised, as Legolas wrapped his hands around from behind and stroked the throbbing shaft. Elrond fought for control of his release. Changing places, they moved to the conclusion of the mating dance with Legolas in front. With the younger Elf in front of him, Elrond lost control of himself and released onto Legolas’ back. The feel of his lover trickling down him and the lust filled strokes was more than Legolas could bare. The dance ended with Legolas shooting out across the crowd. He sank to his knees before falling back into Elrond’s arms. The sight of the fair-haired Elf ejaculating undid the crowd, and they dispersed rapidly back to their tents in pairs. The two exhausted Elves lay in each other’s arms on the dance floor, sleeping lightly. Gandalf watched over them. The poor things deserved a rest after all he had put them through. ---A Short Time Later--- Two Wizards, the first to leave and complete what such a show bade them, walked back into the tent. Looking down at the two Elves, one asked, “What do you want done with them?” “Bring them to my tent,” Gandalf said, getting to his feet. The Elves stirred slightly as they were picked up, but, sensing no danger, they permitted it. “Put them over there.” Gandalf gestured to a large pile of cushions and fabrics lying on the floor. A large canopy of transparent red fabric hung from the tent top and spread out around the bedding. “Yes, together, they shall want to mate again shortly.” He chuckled, remembering the deprivation he had put them through. Dismissing the other Wizards, Gandalf set some food, drink, and oil near the Elves. Satisfied with the preparations, he then sat back to watch the two bodies in the red-tinted enclosure. The real show was about to start. The Elves were soon woken more by their sexual need than by having slept sufficiently. They slid together in a passionate kiss, mouths grappling for position, locked in a dance of their own. Without breaking the kiss, Elrond raised his leg over Legolas’ and pulled the younger Elf closer to him. Judging by their movement, Gandalf knew they were already both fully erect again. At first their hips ground slowly together as their passion re-ignited, then the tempo increased to a frenzied pace. He watched the smooth liquid ripples of their hips, as they thrust passionately together. At some signal known to the Elves, they rose, Legolas on his hands and knees, allowing Elrond to slide in behind him. The dark-haired Elf reached for some oil and applied it to both himself and the round buttocks placed tantalizingly before him. Elrond thrust smoothly into Legolas whose handsome face was clenched in a stilled picture of enraptured heat. Molten hips pumped relentlessly as the minutes passed until one mighty push signaled his release. With barely a beat missed the two Elves changed position as Legolas continued the pace, thrusting into Elrond, whose turn it was to be taken. Their coordination was breathtakingly erotic. There was nothing tentative or exploratory about their love making; it was pure, passionate, determined, and very well practiced. They knew what they wanted, what they needed, and they gave it to each other with reckless abandon of all else. They moved intimately together without uttering a word. All their communication was through touch, breath, or groan, as each pleasurable spot was given its due attention. Each was completely familiar with the other’s body, as their limbs snaked in and out of comforting, arousing, teasing and inviting positions. Each one carefully observed the state of the other, adding a little oil, offering more time, adjusting the speed or depth of a touch when needed. They alternated between watching the other writhe in pleasure and diving back into a close sightless, crushing embrace. Elrond and Legolas filled each other again and again until the glowing Elven cream ran down their smooth inner thighs, and still they continued. They bounced and slapped together in opposites then slid together again in harmony. Conflict and harmony, hot and cold, sun and moon filled their dance of passion. They touched each other’s body and soul until they each knew the other was completely satisfied. Lying side by side, facing each other, the Elves finally settled in a gentle embrace. Legolas reached out behind him for the food that had been left for them. Placing tasty morsels on his lips, he gently fed Elrond dinner with kisses. Gandalf smiled at his chosen pairing. “Ah beautiful Elves, indeed you saved the best for last.” END