Title: The greatest wonder
Author:Enide
Paring:Legolas/Gandalf
Warnings:None
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer:None
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Summary: Gandalf helps Legolas to discover a new wonder


The greatest wonder

When night came upon the fellowship, it found most of them deep asleep,
somewhere in the wilderness that had once been Hollin. Huddled together
for warmth since it was too dangerous to light a fire, the only sound came
from soft snores and sleepy mumbles. The only sign that anyone was awake was
the faint glow of embers, almost impossible to detect, and the smell of
pipeweed carried by the wind.

As Gandalf watched the slow hours of night approaching midnight, he
didn't think of anything in particular. Or at least, he tried not to think of
his worries about Frodo, the Ring Quest, Aragorns future claim to the
throne of Gondor or his suspicions about Boromir. That didn't leave much left to
think about at all, so he tried to keep it that way.

When he saw a shadow suddenly appear in the corner of his eye he was
half on his feet with Glamdring drawn before his mind had time to protest.

"It is only I, Mithrandir," Legolas took a step back and raised his
hands to fend of the staff and sword, but he kept his voice low not to awaken
the others.

"Oh. I am sorry." Gandalf sat down again on the rock he had found. "You
really should get some sleep."

"I don't need much sleep." Legolas sat down by the wizard's feet with a
sigh. Since he just rolled out of his blankets, he was only dressed in
leggings and a soft tunic. His feet were bare on the cold ground, but
he didn't seem bothered, and his fair hair was unbraided and ruffled with
sleep. With his arms wrapped around his knees and his chin resting on
the arms, he stared out into the dark. A dark shadow seemed to be hanging
over his brow, and he didn't say anything else.

With the elf so close that he could feel the heat radiating from his
body, it was all Gandalf could do not to reach out and put an arm around him.
It was inevitable, of course, that everyone in the fellowship had started
to feel the same way about Legolas after the first few weeks. In their own
ways they were all reaching out for him, wanting to touch him, to be near
him. 

Gandalf wasn't even certain if the hobbits - at least not the younger
hobbits - really knew what they wanted, but Valar knew the rest of the
fellowship knew it. Gimli was practically steaming with it. 
And he wasn't immune to this contagious disease himself.

So far, however, Legolas had never responded to any of them by anything
but friendship. Most of the time, he seemed completely unaware about what
the others was insinuating. But that must be impossible.

"Do you ever get tired of it, Mithrandir?" Gandalf suddenly realised
that the both of them had been sitting in silence for sometime, which was as
unusual behaviour for Legolas as the question was.

"What do you mean?"

"This." Legolas freed a hand and swept over the night. "This world.
This…life. Does the years never lie heavy on your shoulders?"

Sincerely shocked at the question, Gandalf stared down at the elf that
met his eyes with a tired look.

"Sometimes," Gandalf answered carefully, true concern for the elf
making him choose his word with care. "But there is so much left to see in Middle
Earth. So much left to do, and experience."

"I have tried to think so. That was one of the reasons for me to join
the Fellowship - to experience new things, new wonders. The hobbits alone
were enough to keep the tiredness from my heart for awhile. But the weeks
have past, and it is all the same, is it not? Men, or Dwarves, or Hobbits.
Even Elves. Is there nothing new left?"

"The world is full of wonders." Gandalf was by now truly frightened for
the elf, and without thinking he reached out a put an arm around Legolas
broad shoulders. With a new sigh, Legolas leaned his head against the
wizard's thigh. The golden, unbraided hair spilled out like sunshine on Gandalfs
robe. "The sun, the stars. The very grass underneath us is a wonder."

"Little wonders." Legolas stroke the grass with a soft but thoughtless
caress. "I mean the great wonders. The wonders of learning something
new about oneself. When I was young there was so many new things left to
experience. But maybe I have learned everything there is to know about
myself. Maybe there are no wonders left."

When he looked up at the wizard, Gandalf could feel his feelings radiating
against him, begging the wizard to prove him wrong. Begging him to show
the elf something new about himself.

"There is the greatest wonder." Gandalf breathed as he leaned forward
and placed a soft kiss on Legolas lips. His heart beated fast with
excitement and the small fear of rejection, and he didn't close his eyes, watching
for the elf's reaction.

Legolas blue eyes got large at the wizards' kiss, but he didn't pull
back. Slowly a soft smile spread on his mouth, as he parted his lips to let
Gandalfs tongue enter. 

When Gandalf pulled back, the light was back in Legolas eyes. Gandalf
was very aware of the touch of a warm hand on his thigh were Legolas had
placed it to steady himself, the taste on his lips, the blood rushing through
his veins. But he didn't continue until Legolas leaned forward, seeking the
kiss again, this time answering it with a careful fire of his own, an almost
undetectable hesitation. Not until then did Gandalf understand that
this was indeed Legolas first kiss. His former aloofness was based simply in
inexperience and lack of understanding, not in uninterest in the
advances of the others in the group.

"Will you come?" Gandalf barely dared to ask when they broke the kiss
again, but Legolas only nodded, smiling softly. He never hesitated, and there
were no shadows of doubt in his eyes when they rose up and moved in to the
woods, away from the fellowship. Of course not, Gandalf reflected. Elves
didn't bother with pointless coyness, or hiding their feelings from either
themselves or anyone else. Now that Legolas had got a taste of what he
wanted, he was eager for more.

A few hundred meters from the sleeping group, they stopped again, to
far away to be disturbed, but close enough to come to aid should anything
happened to their sleeping friends.

Wrapping his arms against the slim elven waist, Gandalf pulled Legolas
close, nibbling at his ear and neck to hear him laugh breathlessly, and
felt long, strong hands move up his own back as Legolas discovered the
wonder of the embrace.

He was a very talented student to, Gandalf discovered as the wizards'
hands started moving up under the elf's tunic, his fingers almost shivering
at the soft touch of skin and the power of the body. Legolas turned around,
leaning his back on Gandalf's chest, letting the wizards' hands roam all over
his chest. When he started to gently rub the nipples, Legolas breath broke
in a sharp exhale, and his hands moved up over Gandalfs hips behind him,
pressing himself against the wizard's strong body.

With fingers that were shaking with excitement now, Gandalf opened
Legolas tunic and pulled it over his head. In the soft moonlight, the young
looking, strong body was a wonder in itself, but it would have been as flawless
in sharp sunlight.

Unable to resist any longer, Legolas turned around again, nimble
fingers making the grey wizard robe fall to the ground. Broad shouldered, with
a chest covered with grey and white hair, Gandalf again caught him in an
embrace and carefully laid them both down on the wet grass. Clever,
strong hands were caressing all over his body, their lips met again in a kiss
that had them both panting for breath. Legolas stretched out his arms over
his head and small moans of pleasure escaped his lips as Gandalfs mouth
found their way down his chest, sucking his nipples, kissing his flat stomach.

At the lining of the leggings, Gandalf hesitated for at short while,
but when Legolas hand buried it self in his long hair to urge him on, he
abandoned the last thoughts of right or wrong. Legolas knew what he was
doing, and the bulging of his leggings left no doubt as to him enjoying
it. Opening the leggings carefully and pulling them of, Gandalf got the
first sight of the elf all naked, long legs and strong body, beautiful face
and soft skin, waiting for him, needing him.

As skilfully as he could, he leaned down over the elf, taking him in
his mouth. Legolas almost cried out in delight before he could stop
himself, his hips raising up from the ground. Slowly licking and kissing and
sucking, he was about to bring Legolas to closure when he felt a hand on his
shoulder, pulling him back.

Terrified that he had somehow offended the elf, or done something
wrong, perhaps against Legolas will after all, Gandalf looked up. But there
was no resentment in Legolas eyes, only a small concern behind the fire of
arousal.

"Did I do anything wrong?" Gandalf asked worried. "Did you not want me
to…"

"No," Legolas smiled. "No, I have never wanted anything so much in my
life. But what about you? Surely, there must be something I can do, something
we can do together." 

Gandalfs head felt dizzy with wonder. "There is." He said with a voice that 
was thick with desire. "If you let me."

When Legolas only smiled for answer, the wizard softly asked him to
turn around. Laying on his belly in the wet grass, pearls of dew on his back
and golden hair, the sight was enough to make Gandalfs heart almost skip a
beat. Slowly and careful not to crush the elf, Gandalf laid down on top of
him, caressing his hair and kissing his neck. Legolas was murmuring softly
like a cuddly cat, but he still did apparently not understand what Gandalf
meant to do. Not until Gandalf softly nudged against him did he inhale sharply,
and his eyes got large again.

"We do not have to," Gandalf tried to explain although his body was
shaking with need. "If you do not want to…"

"No, I want to. I just never knew…" The words died out as Gandalf,
unable to control himself any longer, softly, carefully, pushed into him,
replacing the words with a long moan of pleasure. Leaning upwards from the ground
on his elbows and leaning his head to the side to kiss the wizard, Legolas
soon joined the rhythm.

Gandalfs hand caressed against Legolas chest, the nipples now hard as
stone,over his soft, parted lips were the tongue darted out to lick his
fingertips, and then down, into the soft grass were he could caress the
elf in the slow rhythm of their movements.

When they finally came, the stars above had turned on the skies and the
moon had climbed above the treetops. Falling down next to each other in the
grass, panting with relief, Gadalf could see that not only had the
light returned to Legolas eyes, he was caressing the long grass next to him
with new pleasure, and his glance seemed to be resting on the play of leaves
in the trees around them. When he finally looked at Gandalf, life and
wonder had returned to his eyes.

"Thank you." He didn't say any more, but nothing more was really needed.

"Nothing to thank me for." Gandalf leaned over and kissed him again.

"What would become of us all - of the entire Ring Quest - if you were
not with us?" It was a rhetorical question, but even so, Gandalf felt a
sudden chill spread through his body at the words. In an attempt to shake them
of, he said: "Oh, there are many others in the fellowship - and elsewhere, I would
think - that would share this wonder with you."

"There is?" Again, Legolas eyes got large with innocent surprise.

"Maybe you will find comfort with the most unlikely one, should I not
be there."

This time it was Legolas who looked at the other with worry, but none
of them said anything. They just laid down to enjoy the last peaceful
moments of the night. At the break of day, the Gates of Moria would be within
sight.