Title: Footsteps of Doom
Author: Kylie (kylie@svengali.co.uk)
Pairing(s): Faramir/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: (Wailing, keening, lament) IT’S NOT MINE! An’ I ain’t 
makin’ no ping ne’va.
Warning:  PWP, nothing unusual, just good, old fashioned elf smut.
A/N: Inspired as I was by Tyellas finding legitimate elvish words for 
sex and elven genitalia, I felt the need to put together some elvish 
pillow talk it’s translated in brackets at the end of the quote.
Feedback: BRING IT ON! (please)
Summary: It’s Faramir’s morning after the night before his wedding.  
He’s hung over, he’s horny and he’s got company.



I think it’s still dark.  I only think it because I seem unable to open 
my eyes. They are glued shut with Manwe only knows what.  I have 
never, ever in my life felt this ill.  I lost count at 10 pints of ale. Ai!  
The smell of hops and malt…just the thought of it turns my 
stomach.   I think I am going to be sick, but to be sick I will have to 
move and moving is out of the question.  The pounding in my head 
is like…what was that line Frodo told me?  The
pounding in my head ‘is as the footsteps of doom’.  Oh, 
gods…don’t make yourself laugh!  My lungs feel like they have 
been shredded.  How much pipeweed did I smoke?  I have
never even touched the stuff before now.  Where did it come from? 
Ah…the Periannath.  Bless them.  Gods…my mouth feels like I 
spent the night licking Arod clean.

This isn’t my room.  It’s small and dark and stinks like the hound 
kennels by the Forth Gate.  This is one of the guardrooms; there’s 
armour on the walls. I want to sleep for a thousand years, no, a 
million.  There is not enough sleep left in the world to satisfy me.  
Yet, I am sure I have to get up.  I know there is something to feel 
urgent about only I just can’t quite register what it is yet.

Where are my clothes?  Here I am, half clad in, oh Tulkas, is that 
vomit? The sheets are clammy and rancid with sweat too...at least I 
hope its sweat. Moreover, I have a raging case of morning glory. I 
look around the room as best I can, absent-mindedly stroking my 
semi erect member.  I can see my tunic and my breeches on the 
chest by the door and on the floor next to them, my swaddling. I am 
completely naked then.  I look down at my bed and realise with no 
small amount of concern that I am not alone.  My cock, as if on cue, 
pulses at the thought of just who that nice warm body lying in the 
darkness with me might be.

O…I need to piss and then it will go away.  That’s all, just a piss 
and I can go
back to sleep.  Well, a piss or…surely who ever it is wont notice me 
stroking myself?  NO I need to stop.  I need to figure out why I am 
here, naked and sicker than I have ever been.

It is slowly but surely coming back to me now.  Ellesar came to my 
chambers with a bottle of Limwe.  We drank it.  Then the Hobbits 
arrived and there was a formal welcome in the Sanctuary.  Aragorn 
sent the women away and…Eomer had his men bring five barrels 
into the Great Hall.  There was a feast.  Legolas sang.

Legolas…That voice!  I was entranced.  He sang into the very 
depths of my heart. I have tried all my life to command words, to 
learn the ways of the mind and heart, but never could I have told 
my love as he did in that song.  Ah, the elves, they are a wonder.  
What will this world be when they are gone?

We drank hard after that.  Even Legolas!  Although I think Lord 
Gimli had something to do with it.  My God, that little man can drink!  
Then it all becomes very very hazy. 

Who am I lying with?  I can feel very soft, very smooth skin if I shift 
my hand just a little.  Please Manwe, let it not be one of the kitchen 
girls.  I sported enough with them when this was my home!  This 
skin feels magnificent, though. Perhaps it is Eowyn?  Ah, I should 
not have thought of her…I am harder than an Oliphant tusk!  At 
least the grog hasn’t dulled that.

Eowyn…mmmm…mmmm…ah…Eowyn…oh, yes…Sauron’s 
nipples! That’s it!  I am to be wed at noon today.

Today is my wedding day.   This day I shall become a husband.

Then who am I lying with?  Perhaps this is some trick they are 
playing on me? They have set me here and are expecting me to be 
mortified when in fact I have done nothing reprehensible at all!  Oh 
please let that be it.

Relax, Faramir,  in a few hours you will have a wife.   In a few hours 
you can
have her do this for you…ah…that’s better…

Gods, the one I am lying with is waking up.    Oh, a hand clasping 
my own, matching my movements…ah, oh yes, that’s 
it…ah…Gods!  I can feel...what is that?

Oh Gods, yes, I love that.  Yes, yes, kiss me there; take me in your 
mouth!  I can’t help but thrust up into that warmth.  It is beautiful!

Damn these blankets!  Who is doing this to me?  I hardly want to 
know, and yet…never did lips feel so divine on my flesh!

“Mmm…han mathon le, aniran nin.  Si’annen…mmm”  (I feel you, 
my desire.  I am here.)

“Yes, don’t stop…

I feel his fingers probing me even as his mouth commands me.  His 
lips are soft and warm and grasp about my member delicately, 
gently…ah, Legolas!

He whispers to me as his mouth slides off the head of my cock. 
“Edran le a lin, meleth nin. Boe’min le…Aniran le!”  (Open yourself 
for me my love. I need you…I want you!)

I feel his fingers enter my tight entrance, moving gently in an out. 
Another finger slides into me, scissoring deliciously.  Oh, Gods…he 
has taken his lips from my throbbing cock and is slowly but surely 
working his way up my body, still fingering my hamma, brushing his 
silken body against my erection, teasing me.  Finally, his head has 
appeared from beneath the blankets next to my face. He is lying on 
his side, his legs forcing mine apart, his arms reaching between us, 
his fingers deep inside me. I am so close to coming and it is taking 
all my strength not to cry out as his fingers repeatedly brush across 
that hidden point of pleasure we men share.

We are kissing now and I can taste myself on his lips…it is 
maddening.  I don’t know why this is happening, but I don’t want it 
to stop.  Oh Gods, I don’t ever want it to stop.

“Mmmm, I couldn’t wait for you to wake up.” He is whispering to me 
between kissing my mouth hard, “Velethen i lu i erui le!” (You loved 
this the first time!)

So, we were together last night!  Curse that ale…how could I forget 
this?!

“Consider this my parting gift to you, od Oromen iru o edwen.”  
(From one Warrior to another.)

Then I remember our conversation…we talked …of the long nights 
miles from home and comfort…of the soul shadow that falls upon 
you the night before battle…We talked of how it was impossible to 
be alone in those times…of the love men sometimes must share 
with each other in the field.  And then, saying that tomorrow would 
be my greatest battle yet and one that would last all of my life, he 
kissed me.

He pulls his fingers out of me until only the ends are left.  I struggle 
not the grind myself back down on to his hand.  I know there is a 
more magnificent sensation to come.

I roll onto my back and draw up my legs.  Legolas shuffles between 
them keeping the blankets over his shoulders so that when he 
leans down over me to take my mouth with his we are shrouded by 
dark, warm blankets.

I can see his silver form above me in the half-light; lean and well 
muscled, with a thatch of burnt gold hair around his member that 
trails delicately up his stomach to his tiny belly button.  I want to lick 
him there.  I decide that later, I most certainly will.  My erection, 
bobbing with my pulse, leaps harder as my eyes devour the sight of 
my naked Elven lover.  He is flawless

“I am going to take you Faramir.  Do you want that?  I am going to 
fuck you, hard, like I did last night.  And when I come…”  He looks 
down into his lap and spits onto his fully hard cock, rubbing the 
viscous fluid over the pink, round head, preparing himself.  He fixes 
me with his stare again.  “Look at me Faramir…when I have come I 
am going to let you fuck me the same way.”

I cling to my knees and draw them up to give him as much space 
as I can. The tips of his fingers are still pumping slightly inside my 
curve (ring) and he is stroking his oduni (cock) in long slow sweeps.  
He is beautiful.  I want him inside me desperately. He shuffles 
closer to me still holding his cock.  Positioning the head next to his 
pumping fingers, he spits on it again and then spits on me.  I realise 
my finger nails are cutting into my knees where I am gripping 
myself.  I am slick with sweat and anticipation and I can see that he 
is too.   Agonisingly slowly his fingers leave my body and are 
replaced by the solid and pulsing head of his elf hood.

Legolas lets of a slow low breathy sigh and collapses forward onto 
his hands his eyes softly closed.  Pleasure and patience are etched 
onto his face.  I can see he is already close.  I am silent and still, 
afraid that if I move or speak it will push him over the edge.  I am 
painfully aware that our time together will be short enough with as it 
is.

Finally, he begins to move his hips, pushing and pulling gently, 
getting deeper with each forward movement.  I struggle to relax and 
let him in.  It is strangely uncomfortable and pleasant at the same 
time.  His cock has not found that place yet.  I control myself as 
best I can to keep from pushing myself up onto him in desperation.  
His eyes are still closed and I realise he is whispering

“Ai meleth nin.  Han mathon le…hamma lin mathar mae…mae 
oen…Aniron odonuin le andulu…ai, Eru…”  (O, my love.  I feel 
you…your ass feels good…so good.  I want to fuck you hard…O, 
God)

I can wait no longer I grab hold of his shoulders and pull him down 
onto me, I claim his mouth and force my tongue in.  He returns the 
kiss, just as passionately and begins to thrust harder into my 
hamma.  With each delicious kick of his hips his cock rubs against 
that fire spot deep inside me. Flames of delicious pain flare through 
me bursting up and down the length of my manhood trapped 
between our bodies.  Oh yes.  This is good…so very good.

Legolas is almost grunting with each thrust.  His face contorted with 
effort and pleasure above mine, dribbles of his sweet sweat 
dropping onto my lips.  “Odonuannen! Odonuannen e-andul, 
Legolas! E-andul!”  (Fuck me!  Fuck me harder, Legolas.  Harder!)  
I encourage his hips to work me with his own language.  His eyes 
flick open and a ragged, wicked smile plays across his beautiful 
face before dissolving back in to lust and concentration. He is 
close, so close, his rhythm is a ragged stop and start motion.  He 
wants to hold on and he wants to let go.  I know this dilemma.  It is 
delicious.

“Dollen, Legolas.  Dollen.  Ai, dollen dan nin, Hir nin”  (Come, 
Legolas. Come. Oh, come for me my Prince) I whisper and his 
eyelids flicker.  He grabs at my neglected shaft and pumps it 
furiously

“Go-dollen, Malthenel nin, go-dollen.” (Come together, my golden 
star, come together) he breathes tugging at my aching cock, willing 
me to catch up with him.  The sight of his strong white hand around 
my need drags me headlong to the edge

“Dollanach!” (I am coming) I croak, as my seed shoots out, spilling 
over our chests and bellies.

He lifts back his beautiful head and moans his release into the air 
from the pit of his stomach. I can feel his cock still semi erect 
pulsing inside me.  Without pulling out of me too quickly he 
collapses on his side next to me.  I feel his warm seed seeping out 
of me into the rush bedding.  It feels marvellous. His arm drapes 
across me and he looks into my eyes.

“Maen, mellon nin?”  (Happy, my friend)

“Utterly” I sigh lifting my arms over my head and stretching.  “But I 
believe there are several hours yet until I am to go to my fate.  And 
you did say that I was to…”

His grin was growing, “Was to?”

“Let me see”, I laughed, “Fuck you the same way?”

His laughter filled my ears as I rolled on top of him.

-Finis-