Title: The Beauty Of Another Author: Eremir ( eremir82@yahoo.se ) Website: http://leaves.forgottenjuliet.net/ Pairings: Legolas/Glorfindel Rating: NC17 Summary: Legolas is feeling frisky, and searches the crowd for a suitable victim. But things do not always go as planned. Warnings: Smut. Maybe a little PWP. Disclaimer: All characters, names and places belong to Tolkien; I’m merely having my way with them. Feedback: Love it!!!!! Notes: One of my earlier fics. It’s kind of a journey of self-discovery for the two characters, and it has some psychological babble in it. If it’s any good, you’ll have to judge for yourself. -------------------------------------------- Part 1 – The Hunt It had been a long, gruesome journey to Rivendell, but Legolas was looking forward to meeting old friends, and perhaps making new ones. Elrond had sent out invitations to a secret council, and there were rumours that his concern was the great ring of power. But Legolas had no particular interest in that for now. It was the night before the council, there was a party, and Legolas was on the prowl. Watchful eyes wandered every body in the room, searching for a possible pray. Legolas was starved for affection, and had not met anyone interesting in months. There stood Aragorn, dressed for feast. A quite unusual sight. But Legolas needed something more interesting. Elladan and Elrohir were giving him inviting looks, but Legolas was bored with them as well. He wanted a challenge. Someone he had to pursuit and seduce. Lord Elrond would have been a perfect target, but he seemed far too busy to be worth the effort. Legolas kept examining the crowd. Erestor. No, too uptight. Legolas wandered through the hall, peering right and left, sniffing the air for alluring scents. A musky, manly scent found its way to his sensitive nose, and he could instantly tell who was putting it out. Boromir of Gondor stood talking to a couple of men that had arrived with him. Legolas stopped and looked at him. As if he could somehow feel the eyes upon him, Boromir turned his head and looked back. Legolas met his gaze for a few seconds, and then he continued on his prowl. The weakness he saw in the eyes of that man was such a turn-off. That man would be seduced easier than a common stable boy. When Legolas had circled the room he was starting to accept that he would have to settle for mediocrity. Suddenly, like sign from the stars, the crowd parted, and at the end of this corridor of bodies shone a golden light. -------------------------------------------- Glorfindel was desperately trying to pay attention to what the other elves were talking about, but he was so bored with this kind of conversation. The younger elves were always trying to impress him with stories of their bravery, as they were so impressed with his. He thought he would never hear the end of that Balrog incident. He looked around discretely, trying to find some reason to excuse himself. Though he did not hear the predator approaching behind him. A light touch on his arm caused him to turn, and such a lovely elf as the one that stood before him he had never seen. The two elves that had previously been talking grew silent, and their faces turned a whiter shade of pale. The stunning elf smiled, and for a second, Glorfindel thought he heard the music of silver strings in his heart. When he thought this apparition could not get any sweeter, the elf spoke. “I beg your pardon, my lord, but there is something quite urgent I need to speak with you of. Will you join me on the balcony?” Glorfindel did not hesitate to quickly excuse himself, and follow the exquisite beauty away from the crowd. Once they reached the large balcony they were all to themselves, and the silent, cool night replaced the noisy ballroom. They walked up to the railing, where they rested side by side, overlooking the dark garden below. “Did you lie to those poor boys inside?” said Glorfindel, and smiled at his companion. “Forgive me,” he said, smiling back, “but I thought you could use some fresh air.” “You were right.” Glorfindel returned his gaze to the garden. He had no doubt in his mind what this young elf was after. It was quite clear. The way he turned around, leaning his elbows on the railing. The way he moved. Had Glorfindel not been as old and experienced as he was, he would not have been able to see these subtle hints of sexuality. He could instantly tell this was an experienced elf. He knew exactly how to move and how to act in order to seduce even the toughest of targets. But he was in over his head now. No matter how good he was, Glorfindel was better, and he decided to turn this game around. Give the boy a challenge. “What is your name, pen-neth?” he asked. ------------------------------------------ “My name is Legolas Thranduillion, of Mirkwood,” Legolas answered politely, and tried not to let it show how excited he was. “Ah, so you are the king’s youngest son.” “I am.” “I have heard many great things of you, but I have never had the pleasure of meeting you.” Legolas tried to smile as innocently as he could. “What have you heard?” “Well, first of all, I have heard that you are one of the greatest archers that ever lived.” “Really?” Legolas was a bit amazed by this, but did not let his voice reveal the truth. For a few minutes they kept discussing social matters, and Legolas started growing impatient. This tall, respectable Elda was going to make this hard for him. Glorfindel was a very old, very clever elf, but Legolas liked to think he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Since he was the younger, clearly inferior one of them, he kept playing the innocent card. Older elves loved innocence in the younger ones. “Warm night, is it not?” he said, discretely undoing the first button in his tunic, keeping his eyes peering into the darkness. He did not want it to be too obvious. The prince of Mirkwood was no amateur. He awaited the elder’s reaction. “Your name suits you, greenleaf,” was all he said, and this made Legolas look at him with wonder. “So does yours, goldenhair,” he said, fighting the urge to touch a strand of hair, which had fallen out of place on Glorfindel’s head. He kept a composed character, and went on playing all his best moves. Slowly, and with caution. Someone once told him, that the best way to seduce is to do it so subtle, you will be able to deny it afterwards. Either he was being too subtle, or Glorfindel simply wasn’t interested, because nothing he did seemed to work. He did not understand it. He had never failed to get someone he wanted. Perhaps Glorfindel did not engage in sexual activities at all for some reason, Legolas thought. Maybe he had been ‘injured’. Legolas was deep in thought. Perhaps he should admit that he had failed, and stop trying. This was going nowhere. --------------------------------------------------- Glorfindel took great delight in watching the young prince try his best at seducing him. But the sweet prince had no move that was unfamiliar to him. He had watched so many young boys offer themselves to him in so many ways, that he knew them all. But this elf was different. He was so discrete, so careful not to show too much of his skill. So tempting. The moves in themselves were old, but the way he displayed them was exquisite. So graceful. So subtle. Glorfindel was deeply impressed, but of course he did not let Legolas see this. He wondered what it would be like to take this elf to bed with him. How did he make love? Since he obviously had a lot of experience, he probably knew how to adjust himself to different partners. Glorfindel watched him put on the innocent act. Some older elves enjoyed that. Legolas knew his game. Glorfindel let the elf try as hard as he could, but eventually he paused. His brow furrowed, and he stared into the darkness. “What ails you, my friend?” Glorfindel asked. Legolas looked at him. “Nothing, my lord.” He averted his eyes once more. Glorfindel had begun to pity the little one. He probably thought he could seduce anyone he laid his eyes upon, and now his delusions were shattered. “Is everything all right?” Glorfindel asked him, placing a hand on his back. In his palm, he felt the warmth of the young one’s body through the fabric of his clothes, and it quite aroused him. “Yes,” Legolas said, straightening his back. “I just thought I might go back inside.” --------------------------------------------- Part 2 – The discovery Actually, Legolas was thinking of going to bed. Alone. This evening had not progressed in the manner he had intended, and he was no longer in the mood for love. He would rather go to sleep, and see what dreams had to offer. He had spent over an hour in Glorfindel’s company without result. He could have had seven other elves in that time. Younger elves and men only took about ten minutes to get into bed. Older elves could take much longer of course, but at least you would see results after half an hour. “Good night, my lord,” he said, turned around, and began walking across the balcony. “So you won’t come to bed with me then?” Glorfindel asked with great mirth, and watched the elf as he froze in his step a few paces away. Legolas could not believe his ears. The older elf had been on to him the entire time. He felt so foolish, thinking he could outsmart one of the wisest creatures on Arda. He was so embarrassed he didn’t know what to do. Slowly, he turned around. The little blond elf seemed to shrink, as he turned around to face him. Gleaming, blue eyes looked at him with self-consciousness. The radiant confidence was gone, and it seemed to Glorfindel that this elf before him was another than the one he had met an hour ago. “If you knew what I was doing, why did you let me carry on?” Legolas asked, with a sound of surrender on his voice. “I enjoyed it.” The other elf smiled at him. “You are good. Very good. But you have one lesson to learn.” Glorfindel walked slowly towards him, eyes fixed with his. “No matter how good you are, there will always be someone out there who is better.” Glorfindel was standing close to him now, still looking into his eyes. The older elf frightened him with his honesty, but he was forced to realize that he too had flaws. He had to learn something from this experience, even though all he could think of right now was the damage to his pride. Glorfindel observed his words sink into the heart of the young one, and he knew that they were hurtful, but he needed to be told this sooner or later. “And one more thing, pen-neth. If you want to be with me, you are going to have to be yourself.” The elf looked at him with disbelief. “I will not tolerate games any further than this, do you understand?” The elf would no longer meet his eyes, so Glorfindel put his fingers under his chin, and forced him to look up. “Have you ever been yourself with another?” Glorfindel asked him, with kindness and concern in his voice. Legolas shook his head. “What a pity,” Glorfindel told him. “You have been with so many, but no one has ever been with you.” Legolas felt a tear leaving his eye, and quickly turned his head to wipe it away. He knew the older elf was right, but this was the way he had always done it. It had always worked for him before. He didn’t really know how to be himself in bed with someone. He had always adapted himself to the other, and he took pleasure in this. He was only looking for temporary lovers, not a life partner. He was always himself, except when he was in pursuit. When he got aroused he would do anything and everything to get what he wanted. Another disturbing thought hit him. If Glorfindel had seen through his act, perhaps others had too. Perhaps they were all laughing at him behind his back. Almost as if he had read his mind, Glorfindel said: “I know that you are greatly admired, not least for this talent of yours. I saw it in their faces as we walked through the crowd. They saw you looking at me, and they knew that you would have me. You can have anyone you want, and they envy you.” A delicate hand cupped his flushed cheek, and another hand on his waist pulled him closer. “I am not like many others,” Glorfindel continued. “My mind does not run the same path over and over. To me, the most enticing role you can play is yourself. You are wonderful the way you are.” Legolas looked at him, and he saw the sincerity in his eyes. But he still hesitated. It was a great risk to take. Rendering himself completely vulnerable. It would not be a simple matter of sex anymore. Glorfindel could almost see the thoughts going through the young elf’s mind. He could see the fear and the doubt. He pulled the elf a little closer, and let his fingertips trace the outline of a perfect, pointed ear. He sighed to himself, and gently touched Legolas’ nose with his own. The beauty of the elven prince in his arms was beyond comprehension, and the elf himself frequently used his beauty to get what he wanted, but confronted with the fact that he also had a personality he seemed suddenly shy. This quality made him even more desirable. “Will you come with me?” he asked the shy elf, who looked up at him. “I will show you how to really make love to someone.” Legolas found the persuasive words of the elder spellbinding, and he could not think of any words of reply that would be good enough. So he took a chance, and pressed his lips eagerly against Glorfindel’s, releasing a lot of passion into a small kiss. Their lips just barely lost touch, and they breathed heavy excitement into each other’s mouths. The young elf’s kiss caught him completely unprepared. It was a passionate, explosive kiss, which quickened him quite effectively. No one had ever kissed him like that before. After, when they were standing close, arms around each other, sharing breath, their eyes met. Glorfindel searched his eyes for an answer, and what he saw was *YES!* ------------------------------------------- Part 3 - Doubt Glorfindel kept a supporting hand behind the young one’s back as he guided him through the back corridors, avoiding the crowd. A large and exclusive bedroom at the far end of the house had been set aside for Glorfindel’s privacy, and he had never desired privacy the way he did now. The pretty Sinda beside him was hesitant in his steps, but the way his body moved when he walked was immensely tantalizing. It had indeed been many decades since Glorfindel had met a young elf even half as appealing as this one. The usual games of pretend were necessary not to get bored when sleeping with the same stable boys for a hundred years, but this was no stable boy. With an elf like Legolas, you would never have to pretend. The rumours that had reached Glorfindel’s ears were not merely concerning the princeling’s archery skills, but also of his beauty. It was spoken, very quietly of course, that his beauty was greater than all the fairest elves put together, and that he could make even the Evenstar shine with envy. Glorfindel had always thought them to be just rumours, but facing the very object of those rumours he knew now they were true. As they were passing down a quiet, empty corridor, Glorfindel could not help but steal a kiss from the beauty by his side. Legolas felt his stomach tying knots as they were getting closer to Glorfindel’s sleeping quarters. He hadn’t been this nervous since he lost his virginity, and that was a very long time ago. Shivers went down his spine whenever the Elda touched him. He felt like a child in the presence of this elder, and for a few seconds he doubted his ability to satisfy him. But then the older elf leaned in and swiftly pressed his lips over Legolas’, kissing him greedily. Legolas could feel the need that dwelled inside his partner, and it assured him that the experience they were about to share would be unlike anything he had ever experienced before. After the kiss, it seemed Glorfindel was walking faster, eagerly drawing Legolas nearer to his rooms. He practically pushed the Sindarin elf through the door and closed it firmly behind them. Legolas paused and swept his eyes around the room. Over the exquisite wooden carvings on the walls, the green drapings on the bedposts, and the many candles burning their soft light in every corner of the room. The curtains bellowed softly in the draft of an open window, and a large bouquet of purple flowers spread its scent in the air, reminding Legolas of springtime in Mirkwood. He took a deep breath, and sighed. Glorfindel leaned his back against the thick oak door, and watched the young beauty as he explored the candle lit room with cerulean eyes. A draft from the open window caused blond hair to move over muscular shoulders, and Glorfindel tried to imagine the skin beneath the fabric. The young prince closed his eyes to better smell the flowers, and Glorfindel’s eyes grew wider as he watched his chest heave. He found it hard to restrain himself. Before he realised he had moved, his hands were busy exploring the younger elf’s body. The sensation in his palms thrilled him, as he massaged clothed flesh. From behind he wrapped his arms around Legolas’ chest, and touched his lips to a pointed ear. Legolas stood perfectly still, and tried not to let his nervousness show as the older elf started caressing him. Strong arms held him tightly, and feeling the warmth of another body so close to him made him quite aroused. He pushed back against Glorfindel, and gladly accepted kisses to his ear and neck. The way the elder kissed, the way he touched, was utterly exquisite, and Legolas found himself straying out of thought. Kisses on his jaw, fingertips unbuttoning his collar. And then there was nothing. Glorfindel had the young Sinda in a firm grip, and could not stop himself from tasting the skin of the elf in his arms. As he grew more excited, his kisses became wetter. The elf squirmed in his grip, and soft noises of excitement escaped his lips. Glorfindel was aroused beyond belief, and for a fraction of a second an image flickered in his mind. He saw himself as a beast, about to ravage an innocent young boy. But Legolas was not a boy. He was a ripe fruit, ready to be plucked. He was a simply irresistible creature, and the taste of his skin on Glorfindel’s tongue conquered all other sensations. Glorfindel became suddenly frightened. He was not one to loose control, least of all for the sake of a pretty behind. He stepped away from the pretty princeling, once again frightened by the words he had chosen to describe Legolas in his mind. How could he think such a horrible thing? He turned away and braced himself against a desk at the far end of the room. He tried to gather his thoughts. All the things he had said to Legolas on the balcony; did he really know what he was talking about? Was he really as wise as everyone thought he was? He could not even control his own thoughts. To think of this divine figure as merely a pretty behind would in Glorfindel’s mind be no less than a crime worthy of death. He cursed himself for thinking it. It took Legolas a few seconds to realize he was standing alone. The blood that had been rushing through his veins calmed, and the blush quickly left his face. He sensed Glorfindel’s frustration from across the room, as it was so sharp it pierced his very heart. Legolas could not decide what to do. If he should walk over to him, or leave the room as quickly as possible. Finally he took a step closer to the other elf, but halted instantly. He sensed more than frustration in Glorfindel. There was storm of emotions surging through the room, and Legolas suddenly found it hard to breathe. Glorfindel felt better as he stood up straight and turned around, but the expression he saw on the younger elf’s face was enough to break his heart. “Legolas?” he could barely speak his name. “Is something the matter?” “You frighten me,” he said, eyes wide and dark. Glorfindel walked over to him. “I frighten myself.” Legolas thought of a thousand things to say, but in the end he said nothing. He carefully put his arms around the elf’s waist, and rested his head against his shoulder. Glorfindel held him gently, and for the longest time they just stood there, heart to heart, finding a common rhythm. Legolas closed his eyes and relished the moment. This was no doubt the tenderest embrace he had received in a long time. A gentle hand carefully stroked his hair, and he smiled. --------------------------------------- Part 4 - Learning They were lying close together on Glorfindel’s wide bed, just watching each other. They had relieved themselves of one layer of clothing, but were still quite dressed. Glorfindel ran his fingertips over the beautifully decorated fabric of Legolas’ exquisite silver tunic. A garment fit for a prince. He looked up and caught the young prince smiling. “Ai, Legolas,” he sighed. “When you get to be as old as I am, you think you know everything. I thought I would teach you a thing or two tonight, but as it turned out, it would be the other way around.” “The night is still young my lord, even if you are not,” Legolas replied. “And there is still much for both of us to learn.” Legolas moved closer to Glorfindel, and kissed him. The touch of Legolas’ lips sent blood rushing through his body, and he felt his self-control slipping away again. Their tongues met briefly, and left Glorfindel wanting more. Legolas was helpless as the older elf parted his teeth and forced his tongue into the younger elf’s mouth, kissing him deeply. Legolas groaned when the other elf’s hands travelled over him to his back, pulling his body closer. Still kissing him fiercely, Glorfindel pushed a knee in between the young elf’s thighs, forcing their hips together. Legolas grunted as he felt the arousal of the older elf pushing against him. He gasped when he was rolled onto his back, and Glorfindel gave in to his urges. Legolas was receiving wet kisses all over his face and neck, and Glorfindel was rubbing their hips together, making the young elf groan with excitement. Legolas felt incredibly hot, and wanted nothing more than to take his restraining clothes off. Glorfindel had never before seen such an erotic sight as the sweating elf breathing heavily below him. With one hand he slowly caressed the soft fabric over his chest, as if to calm the aroused elf. However, this only seemed to further excite him. Glorfindel moved his hands to Legolas’ hips and found the bottom of his tunic. The young prince did not struggle as it was slipped over his head. Glorfindel’s mouth found new places to explore. He sucked hard on a pink nipple, while his hands were fumbling with Legolas’ leggings. Legolas yelped from a pinch to his nipple, and a hand cupped his member, separated only by a thin layer of cloth. The older elf found his snake-like movements most tantalizing, and it was not long before they had discarded the last of their clothing. The two elves became a tangled heap of arms, legs, and tongues as their sweating bodies tried to engulf each other. They tumbled wildly around in the sheets, rubbing their sleek bodies together, panting for breath. “I cannot stand this any longer!” Legolas finally called out and groaned loudly. His whole body was aching with lust, and he desperately wanted to feel Glorfindel inside him. Glorfindel sat up, leaving Legolas lying breathless on his back. He left the bed and went over to his desk, where he got something out of a drawer. Then he came back to the bed and leaned down over the little Sinda. He had a self- content grin on his face, and Legolas felt those nervous knots in his stomach again. Glorfindel bent down and kissed him, twirled their tongues together in a wet dance of seduction. Lips met lips one more time before they finally pulled apart. Eyes met eyes. “Spread your legs,” Glorfindel commanded, and these words caused a violent reaction to surge through Legolas’ body. His heart began to race, his breathing grew heavier, and he could not stop a whimper from escaping his quivering lips as he tried to part his shaking legs in compliance. Legolas felt Glorfindel’s weight shifting as he settled between his thighs, their erections sliding over each other as they moved. Legolas whimpered when he moved, and the elder’s grin grew wider. He grasped the young one’s thighs and pushed them higher and further apart. Legolas obediently held his position as Glorfindel opened a vial that until now had been concealed in his hand. Something slippery and wet was applied to the entrance at the base of his body, and an intrusive finger found it’s way in. Legolas groaned, and his whole body started shaking. Glorfindel laid a comforting hand on his stomach, and then a second finger stretched his entrance. Legolas cried out, more with desire than with pain, and Glorfindel pushed deeper inside. As he moved his fingers inside Legolas he bent down and slid his tongue over his member. From the base of the sac to the sensitive head, sending shivers down the princeling’s spine. He found the hidden spot deep inside the elf and started rubbing it with his fingertips. When he heard the little elf whimper he took his entire length in his mouth and sucked down on it hard. Legolas screamed out his ecstasy, his stomach clenching, curving his spine. He clung his hands to the texture of the wooden headboard and bit his lip, but he could not stop the shaking. Glorfindel kept moving relentlessly between his legs, and Legolas groaned louder with every outward breath. The sensation was nearly unbearable, and Legolas found himself pulling closer to the headboard. He could not keep his legs still, and when he could not take anymore he begged the Elda for mercy. The sensation between his legs instantly seized, and he was pulled away from his crouched position by the headboard. Glorfindel laid down on top of him, weighing him down and denying him the chance to put his legs together. Legolas felt his entrance and his member pulsating in beat with his pounding heart and he could not recall ever being this aroused, or sweating this way. Strands of hair were clinging to his face and neck, and the sheets felt wet beneath him. Glorfindel let the young elf catch his breath for a minute. That way he would last longer. He gently stroked the wet hair from his face, and kissed the lips that were now almost red from their activities. The Sindar seemed tired at first, but it did not take long for his eyes to regain their clarity. That’s when Glorfindel started to move again, ever so teasingly on top of Legolas. It only took a few moments before the elf was groaning helplessly. Glorfindel kissed him, and forced his tongue deep inside the princeling’s mouth, furling their tongues around each other. Legolas felt dizzy. His body was still screaming for friction, and his legs were still waiting wide apart at Glorfindel’s command. “Take me now, my lord,” he gasped into a pointed Eldar ear. “Is there something you want, little one?” Glorfindel asked, clearly amused, moving his hips enough to make Legolas groan. “Please... Please! I need you inside me!” Legolas pleaded in a faint voice. Glorfindel slid down and into position, making Legolas shiver again. Legolas shut his eyes tightly as he felt the large, blunt head of Glorfindel’s member nudging against his entrance. He panted faster, feeling his opening give in and stretch to grant the thick erection passage. Legolas found nothing to hang on to, and finally he dug his fingernails into the flesh on Glorfindel’s back. The elder was too consumed with his own pleasure to notice the pain. Slowly he pushed forward into the warmth inside the younger elf, with the tight, muscular circle of entrance sliding further down his throbbing arousal. Once fully sheathed inside Legolas, he kissed him again, pressing their bodies as close together as they possibly could get. Legolas was nearly sobbing into the kiss. Glorfindel took his hands and held them down against the bed whilst trying to reassure him. “Are you hurting, my love?” he asked with nothing but kindness in his voice. “Yes,” Legolas whimpered. Glorfindel kissed him again, softly pressing his lips fully against the princeling’s perfect mouth. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, their lips still touching. Legolas slowly shook his head, and a tear escaped the corner of his eye. “No.” “Then relax. I will take care of you.” Glorfindel kept still until the young one had stopped shaking, stroking their palms together. When shivers had turned to sweats he folded their fingers together and carefully began to move. Slowly he retreated his erection from its warm position, and then slowly eased back in, a fraction at a time. Now Glorfindel too was breathing heavily, blood rushing through his eardrums, beating the pulse of his racing heart. The friction over his member was intoxicating, and his skin burned with desire as Legolas alternately tightened and loosened around him. Glorfindel straightened out his arms and braced himself upon them to get more leverage. Legolas could naught do but follow the motions of Glorfindel’s hips. His member was causing glorious friction deep inside Legolas, and he no longer had any control over his body. He whined and whimpered as it was all he could do. Glorfindel kept gently rocking back and forth, increasing his pace with every time hips met behind. Legolas’ eyes fluttered as he panted, and he felt himself slipping. He felt an all too familiar tingling in his toes, his knees rocking with the movements of the elder’s hips. Glorfindel felt that his lover was close. He moved faster, since Legolas no longer seemed to feel any pain. He increased his pace and started thrusting into the elf until he groaned loudly. Legolas felt like goose bumps were spreading across his skin the moment before Glorfindel’s breath on his skin, the friction inside him, and the rocking back and forth completely conquered his mind. He looked down to watch the older elf move between his thighs, and the sight of their naked bodies entwined became too much for him. Legolas threw his head back and cried out in desperation as he approached his climax. His fingers clenched tighter around Glorfindel’s hands when a buzzing inside him grew tentacles that seemed to wrap around his chest and leave him unable to breathe. He felt as though his very heart stopped when every muscle in his body tensed, and set of an explosive orgasm that nearly made him faint. His eyes rolled back, and he gasped for breath as he spilled his essence on his stomach. Glorfindel felt the body beneath him vibrate with strain, and as Legolas finally came, his entrance tightened almost painfully around his own blood filled member. Glorfindel choked on his breath by this sudden assault to his manhood, and he jerked forward over his young lover as he turned himself inside out, reluctantly releasing his warm seed into Legolas’ quivering body. When he was all spent he caught his breath before falling limp on top of his Sindarin friend, burying his face in the soft, flaxen hair that floated over the pillow beside a sweat-covered neck. Legolas could barely feel his legs as they were sinking from their previous position. He freed his hands from Glorfindel’s now loose hold on them, and wrapped his arms around the golden head that rested against his neck. He lovingly kissed the beautiful hair that had earned his lover his name, and gently stroked the slope between the shoulders that were glistening with sweat. He was calm now, and smiled to himself as he comforted Glorfindel, who was sobbing with relief. It was not long before fatigue seized them both, and they drifted into dreams. ------------------------------------------- Part 5 – Business as usual The morning finally came, when the fellowship was to set out on their perilous journey, and Legolas prepared his gear. When Elrond had asked him to be one of the nine, he couldn’t possibly decline. His elven skills would be crucial to the success of their quest. Though, he did not look forward to being on the road for months, with no one to turn to for love. Of course, either of the men would be easily seduced, and Legolas smiled to himself thinking how he could play with them if he ever got bored. The rest of the fellowship was consumed by their own preparations further down the courtyard, and Legolas glanced at them from his position by the stairs to the Last Homely House. He sighed, and returned to his gear. He would not miss Glorfindel, but he would always remember that extraordinary night they had together. They would probably never see each other again. They had said their good byes. Legolas stretched, and picked up his gear. ‘Off to new adventures,’ he thought to himself. His gaze met Boromir’s for a short moment, before the man quickly averted his eyes. “And new conquests,” said Legolas, and began walking towards his friends. Tbc? Pen-neth = young one A/N: I’m working on a sort of sequel, ‘The Beauty Of A Mortal’. It’s to be Legolas/Éomer. Tell me what you think. Personally I like the idea of Legolas as a hungry sex-beast, starving for love.