Title: Orchids in Lórien Author: Bernsteinnixe Email: Bernsteinnixe@yahoo.com Pairing: Legolas/Orophin (main), Celeborn/Haldir/Rumil, Celeborn/Rumil, Haldir/Glorfindel, Rumil/Erestor Rating: NC-17 Feedback: Love it! Summary: Orophin and Legolas get off to an unusual start, but soon find that their feelings for each other run deeper than expected. Meanwhile, Orophin’s brothers learn something about their sexual preferences… Chapter 1 Legolas leaned against the tree, praying that no one saw or heard him leave the talan; otherwise they would come looking for him. He needed to be alone. He needed to find release, something he couldn’t do with the men and the dwarf around. The cool, midnight air filled his lungs and thoughts of a gorgeous Galadhrim flooded his mind. He moved a hand to rub his swollen member through his leggings, not bothering to sit down. “Are you having trouble sleeping?” came a voice from behind him. Startled, the prince turned around. “Orophin! It’s you…” “Did I scare you, Princeling?” The elf inquired further, emphasizing that last word. “No, just caught me off guard is all. You may call me Legolas…” “Very well, Legolas. You must have been deep in thought, for I was not trying to sneak up on you. Tell me, who was it you were thinking about?” Legolas noticed that Orophin dragged his words, much like his older brother, and with the same cocky tone. “My thoughts are my own, Orophin.” The guard continued as though he had not heard the Prince’s response, “Do you think of me?” He was now standing within arm’s reach. “You flatter yourself.” Legolas was shocked by the other elf’s boldness. ‘How conceited can someone be,’ he asked himself. “You must be weary from your tedious journey, and yet you do not rest. Is there anything I could do to help ease you into sleep?” A sly smile spread across the handsome face, revealing perfect teeth. “No, I think I’ll manage on my own,” Legolas answered, now annoyed with the behavior of the one he so desired, and turned to walk away. A strong hand grasped his wrist, pulling him close to the other elf. “You know you want me.” “Is such arrogance common amongst the ‘Lorien elves, or is it simply a gift you and your brother possess?” “It is, no doubt, a trait you desire in a lover.” Legolas scoffed at the remark, but what infuriated him the most is that it was true. Orophin was gorgeous; but it was that smirk, that low taunting voice, the haughty countenance, not so much the physical beauty, that drove him wild with desire. Realizing that his wrist was still held hard by Orophin’s hand, the Prince attempted to free it. With one swift motion the guard threw him face down to the ground and sat himself on top of the Prince’s thighs. Legolas struggled to escape from beneath the other elf, but was held down by the other’s weight. “Get off me!” he shouted at Orophin, who was reaching for a length of elven rope he wore around his neck. “Not a chance,” the Galadhrim replied, smugly, as he began to tie the Prince’s hands behind his back. Elvish curses filled the air as Legolas continued to struggle for freedom. He was furious; not as a result of what Orophin was doing, but because of how much he was enjoying it. He could have at least put up more of a fight, if not defeated the other elf; but he WANTED to be subdued. Once finished tying the Mirkwood elf’s hands together, Orophin leaned forward and brushed the Prince’s hair away from one side of his face. Legolas fought back a moan when he felt a tongue sliding up the length of his ear. He could feel the smile that formed on Orophin’s lips when the ‘Lorien elf noticed his reaction. A loathsome feeling gathered in Legolas’ stomach as reality set in. Because of his lust for the other elf he had allowed himself to become dominated before he even thought of the consequences that action might bring. Tough he was not a virgin, he had never submitted. Now he was going to be raped. Tears started to flow as the other elf hungrily devoured his neck. “Please… don’t hurt me,” his voiced quivered. Abruptly, an arm turned him over onto his back. Steel grey eyes glared down at him. Even in the dark, he could see the anger in them. “You think too lowly of me, Princeling. I am not a rapist,” a stern voice replied, “I am little more than a lovestruck elfling.” A gentle hand went to wipe away a tear from his cheekbone, “I would not harm you…” the guard’s voice became softer, “If you want me to leave, I will.” There was an unmistakable spark of hope in those eyes that searched Legolas’ for an answer. “Should I?” Legolas didn’t respond. Judging by the offence Orophin had taken to his plea, he was sure the ‘Lorien elf truly didn’t want to hurt him. This knowledge allowed him to relax, and the lips that came down on his, offering a tender kiss only eased his tension further. As an unquenched tongue searched his mouth, the Prince unknowingly spread his thighs, and now Orophin was lying between them; his painfully hard erection pressing against Legolas. The elf lying on top ground their hips together, slowly, matching the motion of their tongues. Legolas was thoroughly aroused, again, and Orophin felt it; he carefully dragged his cock along the Prince’s, smiling as he did. Legolas hated that narcassistic smile. He hated it so much he loved it. He turned his head away, ashamed at having been so easily conquered. “Why do you turn away from me?” The guard asked with mocking innocence. “Do you wish you could hide your desire for me? I do not hide mine….” He lowered his head to the exposed side of Legolas’ neck and breathed in the woodsy scent before kissing soft skin. The Prince could barely hold still as warm breath tickled his neck. He almost whimpered in disappointment when he felt the weight leave his body and opened his eyes to look for Orophin who was now at his side, reaching out a hand to cup the bump between his legs. “If you want me to stop, say so now.” Legolas was given a second chance to back out, but he said nothing and was rewarded with another kiss before Orophin slid lower to pull off his boots and leggings. The bound elf couldn’t help but look, through the corner of his eye, at the admiration given to his weeping cock. The ‘Lorien guard wiped a drop of semen from the tip with his smallest finger, brought it to his lips and licked it off. “Aye, ‘tis the nectar of the gods…” he whispered in wonder and searched for azure eyes that quickly looked away. Silky hair tickled Legolas’ thighs and a slight gasp escaped his lips as the entire length of his cock was swallowed. His mouth opened periodically around suppressed moans as Orophin teased his shaft with an expert tongue. The heat left his throbbing flesh, exposing it to the cold breeze, and a finger was brought to his mouth. Forgetting his anger, Legolas took in the finger greedily; sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Upon opening his eyes he saw the finger’s owner staring at him in awe. Instantly he took his mouth off of the digit, which Orophin placed at his puckered opening. Before the Prince had time to react the it was fully sheathed inside him. It burned slightly, but the feeling was surprisingly pleasant. “Where’s your little spot?” The finger purposely stroked the wrong area, though Legolas would not have known the difference, “Here?” the voice teased. Legolas said nothing. Orophin continued to probe the tight channel and earned a loud shriek as he brushed against the other elf’s prostate. “Ahhh, I think I’ve found it…” he massaged the spot while proceeding to swallow Legolas’ weeping flesh. The Prince thrashed wildly; he felt as if his body were being hit, repeatedly, by bolts of lightning. He moaned loudly and thrust his cock in and out of Orophin’s mouth. “Don’t stop!” he cried, involuntarily, when the mouth left his member again. The ‘Lorien Elf looked up to meet his gaze. “Don’t you wish it was my cock, and not my finger, brushing so tenderly against your pleasure spot?” Legolas nodded. “Say it… tell me what you want.” Orophin gave the weeping flesh a quick, teasing, lick. “I want you…. I want to feel you inside me.” The defeated elf begged, breathing heavily. At this, the guard stood to remove his boots and leggings, sitting on his heels beside the prince when he was done. “Come, sit upon me.” Legolas took a moment to admire Orophin’s smooth shaft, which arched gracefully towards his stomach. Despite the fire that blazed furiously in his loins, the Mirkwood elf refused to give in so easily. This would be done his way…. “Take the rest of your clothes.” He ordered. “But that is unfair, you still have yours on,” Orophin whined. He hated the cold. “Is it fair that I have my hands bound behind my back, while you do not?” The guard relented. He divested himself of his tunic and the shirt underneath, revealing perfectly sculpted muscles. The silver moonlight accented the curves of Orophin’s shapely skin. Legolas’ pupils dilated at the beautiful sight. “There, happy?” Instead of crawling onto Orophin’s lap, as he had been told, Legolas positioned himself in front of the other Elf. “What are you doing?” The Prince lowered his head to the guard’s straining erection and lapped at the tip with his tongue. “Aye, my Princeling… I never thought you would do this for me…” Legolas sucked the cock greedily, swallowing every drop of sweet seed that escaped, and enjoying the delighted moans that his actions caused. Inwardly, he laughed. He was the conqueror now. He recognized the tell-tale signs that Orophin’s orgasm was near; he could get out of this without getting fucked. If only that was what he wanted… “Wasn’t there something else you wanted to do?” he teased. “You’ve reduced me to nothing more than a mere puddle beneath your feet. Do with me as you will.” Legolas smiled for the first time that night and went to position himself above the wet cock. Orophin wrapped one arm around him for support as he grabbed his own aching member, placing it at the inviting opening. He allowed Legolas to lower himself upon it according to his will, holding the tense body in his arms and allowing it to relax before he began to move. Legolas laid his lips on Orophin’s, initiating a gentle kiss, an action which surprised them both. What began as a simple swiveling of the hips soon turned into short, rhythmic thrusts. Legolas concentrated on the erotic feel of the silken rope around his wrists; the stiff cock stroking his insides was nearly driving him to insanity. A hand wrapped itself around his member and he buried his face in Orophin’s shoulder, taking in the citrus scent of the guard’s blond tresses. Desperate whimpers filled the air while a steady, moderate tempo promised the elves completion. Legolas sank his teeth into Orophin’s shoulder as he found his long awaited release, at the same time he felt himself being filled with his lover’s hot seed. They remained in their positions after they stilled, each fighting with his own conflicting emotions, neither of them knowing what to do or say. Finally, Orophin reached around to untie the rope that bound Legolas’ wrists. “Just cut it,” Legolas suggested, as the guard fumbled with the knot. “Nay, I wish to keep it as a memory of this night…” Chapter 2 The day passed by slowly as the Company marched on towards the city of the Galadhrim, lead by Haldir and Rúmil. Orophin had left in haste, during the night, to warn of the Orcs that had passed by. It was a long walk; and everyone was relieved to be able to stop and rest. Everyone except Legolas, that is. It did not matter to him for he was in his own world the entire day. The others noticed; he knew it, but he didn't care. His mind was elsewhere… where citrus fresh hair brushed against his face and a low voice teased him with slow-spoken words. All of last night's anger towards Orophin faded; he was in love. In love with the Elf who took what he wanted, what no one has taken before, and forced…no, seduced him into allowing it,and enjoying it. With a sigh, he sat himself upon the dry trunk of a fallen tree. A colorful flower, growing on the rotting wood, grabbed his attention. He brought his nose to the flower; it barely had any scent at all. "Strange flowers grow here, in these Golden Woods. I've never seen one such as this…" he said, to himself. Haldir, who happened to be standing nearby, heard this and didn't need to see the flower to know what Legolas was speaking of. "It's called an orchid. Typically they grow in warm, humid climates; but our Lady's magic allows them to grow here." "Hmmm.." Legolas rubbed one of the orchid's petals wistfully between his fingers, feeling its almost velvety texture. His lips curved into a mischievous smile as he thought of possible uses for such an exotic blossom. His musings were interrupted by a rough hand smacking his thigh. "Have you heard anything I just said?" the Dwarf demanded. The Prince gave another sigh. "I cannot lie to you, Gimli. I wasn't even aware that you were sitting next to me. Hard to believe as that may be…" The Dwarf snorted. Seeing that Haldir had left the area he felt it safe to continue, "You're in love with him. I can tell. Don't waste your time; his heart already belongs to another, a she-Elf." "And how would you know this?" "I've been listening to his conversations with his brother." Gimli looked around to see make sure that neither of the two were nearby, "I do not trust these strange Elves." "I am not in love with Haldir." "Then wipe that ridiculous smile off your face…" Legolas tried to take on a more serious expression, but couldn't hide the smile. "Like I said…" the Dwarf pointed out his victory in the matter. "I said I was not in love with Haldir, Master Dwarf. I never said I wasn't in love…" At this Gimli shook his head, leaving Legolas to his thoughts and going to lay down in the soft grass for a short nap. **** He crept into the bedroom like a clever fox sneaking up on its prey. His lover lay on his back upon a bed, a light blue blanket barely covering his most intimate parts. Beside the bed stood a small table which held an item Legolas remembered all to well- a piece of Elven rope. He walked over to the table and picked up the rope, lips curving into a mischievous smile as he shifted his gaze to the beautiful body sprawled across the bed. He laid the orchid branch on the table, as he sat on the edge of the bed, carefully picking up one of Orophin's arms so as not to wake him, and began the process of tying his lover's arms to the bedpost. Thankfully the `Lorien elf didn't budge. Once satisfied that the ties would hold, Legolas reached for the orchid. He twirled the stem between his fingers while examining the guard's body, contemplating which part to start with. He brought the branch to Orophin's face, dragging the end flower across his lower lip. `Even this lovely flower doesn't compare to the beauty of those lips..' Orophin stirred, and the Prince promptly lifted the flower. Once the Galadhrim became still again, Legolas returned the flower to his face, this time dragging it lightly down his nose…and lips…and chin. He let the flowers caress Orophin's cheek; and the sleeping elf leaned into the touch. Legolas shifted his gaze to the blanket that partly covered the guard's body. He reached for it and threw it to the floor. The action woke Orophin, who panicked when he found himself bound to the bed, but calmed down when he saw the fair Prince. This time, Legolas was not dressed in plain green and brown but in cream and gold. Garments made of material fit only for princes and lords. In his hand he held a branch of purple orchids, their rich hue standing out against the light fabric. Orophin was stunned by the ethereal sight. Legolas followed the Galadhrim's gaze and looked down at his tunic, "Do you like it? I wore it to remind you that it is not the heart of a common Elf you stole, but that of a prince… I thought your ego could use little boost," the sarcasm of that last sentence was apparent in Legolas' voice. "You look… magnificent." Orophin answered as he pondered upon the Prince's words, `Did he just say I stole his heart? I must be hearing things…' "Why did you tie me to the bed?" "I have come to seek revenge." Legolas raised the Orchid to the same level as his face, admiring the exotic flowers with a twinkle in his eyes. He brought the flower down to the tip of a pointed ear, which peeked out from underneath golden hair. Orophin trembled at the touch, his eyes never leaving Legolas'. "You look so beautiful, lying there… helpless." The flower moved back to the Silvan Elf's lips, just barely brushing against them. "Kiss me." "All in time… meleth-nin." Legolas whispered those last words. `My love?' Orophin's heart quickened its pace, "To hear such words coming from your lips…" "Hush! I forbid you to speak…close your eyes." And Orophin closed his eyes; a smooth petal traced his lid and followed down his cheek, tickling his lashes as it went. He parted his lips slightly when he felt a flower on his lips again. Legolas dragged the flower down his chin, down the front of his neck, which was nicely exposed when he tilted his head back into the soft pillows. Orophin imagined it was the Prince who was touching him thus and felt blood rush to his cock at the thought. Legolas now allowed all the flowers to touch his lover's skin as he continued to drag them down his chest, fighting the temptation to slide his own hands down those hard muscles. He repeated the action, tracing strands of silky, long hair that rested on Orophin's chest and sparkled in the sunlight. The `Lorien elf bit his lip when a flower moved to tease his nipple; his erection now rising proudly from his body. Moving the orchid to the other nipple, Legolas wondered if he, himself, would be able to follow through with this punishment. A quiet moan drifted through the air as the petals trailed down Orophin's torso, circling around his navel before going lower…. "Saes!" begged the writhing elf. "I did not permit you to speak…" the Prince lifted the flowers, bringing them back up to the pointed ear. After enduring another round of this exquisite torture, Orophin felt the familiar sensation of velvety petals on the inside of his thigh, trailing upwards from the knee…then the other thigh. Whimpers of frustration filled the air. A single petal slowly brushed across the very tip of the guard's erection; a flower circled around the head. Orophin clenched the sheets between his fingers. "Do you wish to be possessed?" A quick nod came from the elf on the bed. "Speak when you're spoken to!" "Aye…" "First you must come for me…" And the flowers started again, moving from Orophin's sack up along the underside of his cock, circling it and staring over. Legolas could barely contain himself, staring at the erotic display of purple blossoms dancing along his lover's flawless shaft in an ever- quickening pace, the body underneath arching, tensing. The tortured cock twitched, and a lengthy guttural groan left Orophin's lips as creamy fluid covered plum-stained petals. Legolas brushed a strand of hair from a flushed cheek and leaned in to kiss the spent elf. "You may open your eyes now, meleth-nin." Orophin watched as Legolas' regal cape fell to the floor and the Prince began to unbutton his tunic. **** Haldir froze in the doorway, eyes wide from shock. His brother was bound to his bed, covered in sweat and panting like a wild beast while the beautiful Elven Prince they had brought home to the Lord and Lady kneeled between his legs, pounding into Orophin's body with all he had to give. He knew it was wrong to continue to watch, but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. He had never seen, or even heard of two males making love before. "Almost there?" Legolas asked "Mmmhmm…." came the desperate reply. The Prince opened his eyes to gaze upon his lover as he came, and stopped thrusting immediately when he saw Haldir standing there, staring at them. Orophin, having his eyes closed, failed to realize what was happening and continued to push down against Legolas' cock. The hands that before were only resting on the guard's hips now gripped tightly to hold him still. Orophin opened his eyes and followed Legolas' gaze to see his brother, but it was too late to save himself from even further embarrassment. He was already too for over the edge; hot cum spurted violently from his cock and his body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm. Rúmil now stood right alongside Haldir, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. "What are you doing?!" The youngest brother was the first to speak, addressing Orophin. "Idiot! What does it look like I'm doing?" Orphin blushed furiously. "I... I never knew two males could…." "Come, Rúmil." Haldir finally came back to reality, "Orophin, they need more sentries at the border. You are to report to your post… when you’re done." He put his arm around his younger brother, leading him away from the room, closing the door behind them. Legolas leaned over to untie the rope around Orophin's wrists and the latter wrapped his arms around the Prince in a tight embrace. Legolas offered the Elf beneath him a loving kiss, and, with just a few gentle thrusts, spilled himself deep inside the `Lórien Elf's body. "You have to go?" asked a disappointed voice. Orophin nodded. "If we do not see each other again, before you leave, will you come back here one day?" Legolas was sure he heard a tremor in the usually strong voice. "Yes, I will. I have to see you again." He sealed the promise with a kiss. Chapter 3 Two Elves sat silently, side-by-side, contemplating what they had seen earlier. They watched the flames of a blazing fire; each holding a glass of wine in his hand. The younger of the two spoke first, "Haldir, have you ever had a male lover?" "Nay, I have not." "Are you wondering what it's like?" "Are you?" The older Elf raised his brows curiously at his brother. "I cannot lie… I have not been able to stop thinking about it since I saw Orophin and Legolas together." "Do you want to try it?" "Not with you!" Rúmil made a disgusted face. "Why not?" "It's called incest, gwador. Besides, I am not attracted to you." "Why not?" Haldir sounded offended. "Your nose is too big." The March Warden brought up a hand to feel his nose. "Surely it does not make me unattractive…" Haldir waited a few moments, but, after receiving no response, decided to try and find out what was more to his brother's taste. "So who do you consider good-looking?" "I've never looked at other males that way before, but I guess Lord Celeborn looks kind of nice…" Haldir laughed, "You have high standards." "Well if Orophin can have a Prince…" The March Warden thought it over awhile, "I can see your point, though. Our Lord is strikingly handsome, even for one of our kin…" A loud knock came at the door, "And what could he possibly want at this late hour?" Haldir whined as he got up to answer the door. "Please come in, my Lord." Haldir bowed to a tall, elaborately dressed figure in the doorway. Celeborn stepped inside, his robe just barely touching the floor as he walked. "I am sorry to disturb you so late, but I must ask a favor of you two." He looked at each of the guards, and, when he was satisfied that he had their full attention, continued, "I must travel to Rivendell tomorrow, and I would require you to escort me. Are you willing?" "Yes, my Lord," replied the Guardians, simultaneously. "Good. I know it's very short notice… I would make it up to you. You can have anything you ask for in return." It was a risky offer for a small deed, but Celeborn knew Haldir and Rúmil well enough to know that they wouldn't ask for anything outrageous, if they asked for anything at all. Hearing this, the brothers drew closer to the Elf Lord, both wearing feral smiles upon their faces. They circled around him like falcons hunting their prey. "ANYTHING?" the older of the two asked. Celeborn grew slightly uncomfortable at his guardians' strange behavior and unnecessary proximity. "What is it that you want, Haldir?" "We want you… your body," the younger guard answered for his brother. Celeborn shifted his gaze from one to the other, disbelieving what he'd just heard; but Rúmil's hands, feeling him up and down his sides and his body pressing against the Lord from behind were there to reaffirm that he had heard correctly. Celeborn closed his eyes and breathed deeply; he had not had a male lover since before he was bound to Galadriel. "Anything?" Rúmil demanded. "Anything." Grinning, Haldir stepped closer to Lord of the Wood until their bodies were touching. He brushed his lips lightly against Celeborn's. The Elf Lord parted them just enough to allow Haldir's tongue access. Rúmil moved his Lord's hair from one side to the other and brought his lips to the soft skin of the other's neck. Celeborn leaned his head back, letting his neck rest on Rúmil's shoulder while his guards continued kissing him. He felt the youngest Elf's hands draw back over his shoulders and heard his robe fall to the floor. "Come," whispered Rúmil in his ear, "lie down on the soft fur," the guard gestured towards a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Celeborn did as he was asked, and Rúmil kneeled down beside him, engaging his lips in a gentle kiss while Haldir moved to unbutton the Lord's tunic. When the smooth, toned torso was exposed the Guardian showered it with light kisses and his younger brother was quick to join. Soon Celeborn was breathing heavily, his back arching whenever a pair of lips discovered a sensitive spot. Rúmil's tongue lapped at a nipple while Haldir turned his attention to the Lord's boots and leggings. "Let me take you on your fours.." Rúmil suggested, shyly and removed his own clothing while Celeborn assumed the requested position. The Elf Lord cringed at the pain when the Guardian penetrated him without any preparation. He had just begun to stroke himself when Haldir lifted his face to present his lips with a swollen, leaking cock. Celeborn opened his mouth, allowing it inside. Rúmil pushed impatiently in and out of the beautiful Elven body, the tightness and friction not allowing him to last very long. He groaned, feeling the impending orgasm. Celeborn whimpered as the guard's seed filled him, but the sounds were muffled by Haldir's Elfhood. Once Rúmil had pulled out, the Lord was asked to turn around and lay on his back. Haldir positioned himself in between lean, long legs. He placed one over his shoulder before impaling the Lord of Lórien upon his throbbing cock. Both Lord and Guardian cried out with satisfaction at the union. A sated young Elf cautiously wrapped his mouth around Celeborn's bobbing member, afraid of how it would taste. Discovering that it was somewhat pleasant he began to suck the rod eagerly, swirling his tongue around it as he moved his lips up and down the shaft, faster and faster, matching the rhythm of Haldi'r thrusts. Celeborn could barely contain himself; the double assault on his body was too much to bear. He gripped Rúmil's hair tightly and cried out with each thrust that pulled him deeper and deeper into that ocean called bliss. Rúmil coughed when large amounts of cum hit the back of his throat in spurts. When Celeborn was done riding out his orgasm the guard reached for the hand that still clenched his hair. Soon Haldir collapsed onto the spent body beneath him and, and the three Elves fell asleep, not to wake until morning. Tbc…… Title: Orchids in Lórien 4/? Author: Bernsteinnixe Email: Bernsteinnixe@y... Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com Pairing: Celeborn/ Rúmil (implied) Rating: R (this chapter) Disclaimer: Elves belong to Tolkien, sex to me Summary: Haldir, Rúmil, and Celeborn arrive in Rivendell. Night was falling as the `Lorien Elves approached Rivendell. The subtle glow of the setting sun accentuated the beautiful architecture of the city. Magnificent white buildings surrounded by already lit lanterns and colorful, blooming trees made it appear like some sort of paradise. Haldir and Rúmil, who had never been outside the borders of their homeland, gasped in awe of the site that was no more or less stunning than that of Lothlórien, but completely different in its style. Seated proudly upon a snowy white horse, the Elf-lord continued to lead the way towards the House of Elrond, his two guards following silently behind. Once they arrived, the guests were attended to by a group of servants. Their horses were led to the stable, and the Silvan Elves were shown to their rooms to unpack before meeting with Elrond. Rúmil was relieved that he wouldn't be sharing a room with his brother; he didn't need Haldir inquiring as to his whereabouts… if his plan for the night were to work out. He grinned and blushed at the memory of the night they'd spent with Celeborn. *** "Welcome, my dear old friend!" Elrond exclaimed, and the two Lords wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace. Elrond was dressed in deep, forest green and his forehead was adorned with a mithril circlet. "It's been too long…" There was an unmistakable spark of jealousy, which no one noticed, in the eyes of Celeborn's young guard. Rúmil wondered just how good of friends the two lords were. "How to you like Rivendell?" Elrond asked the guards. "It is enchanting, to say the least," Haldir answered, never taking his eyes off of the tall, blond Elf standing next to Elrond. Glorfindel noticed and smiled. The guardian felt like an Elfling standing face to face with his first crush; he could feel his cheeks burning, embarrassed that he had been caught staring. Elrond turned to seek the source of Haldir's wonder. "Oh, pardon my manners, I have not yet introduced you to Lord Glorfindel." The guards bowed courteously. "This is Haldir and Rúmil. They are guardians of the Lórien borders." "Nice to meet you." Glorfindel's bright eyes returned Haldir's gaze. *** Rúmil slumped down on the bed, angry that he wasn't able to join the Elf-lords for "tea." It wasn't the fact that he had not been invited that upset him so, for he understood that he was too low of status for anyone to care about his presence. What did disturb him, was his suspicions that Celeborn and Elrond were more than just friends; he worried that the Lord of Lórien would not return to his sleeping chamber for the night. He knew that the feelings he was developing would only hurt him in the end. Celeborn was married. They could never be anything more than secret lovers, but for now that would do. He wondered if Celeborn would be willing to share his bed with him, even if he did come back. But Rúmil was not one to lose hope easily. After pondering over the situation for a few minutes he rose from the mattress and headed out of his room and towards Celeborn's. A few candles provided enough light within the room to allow the Guardian to see where he was going. He swallowed hard when he found what he was looking for- Celeborn's bed. What would happen if the Lord was displeased by his presence there? Still determined to follow through with his plan, the young Elf began to undress before getting under the covers. He had just begun to unbraid his hair when Celeborn walked in. Rúmil didn't say anything, and the Elf-lord didn't notice he was even there. He watched as Celeborn proceeded to disrobe as well, the candlelight warming the Lord's exposed skin. Only when he began to climb onto the bed did Celeborn notice the intruder.. He recognized the Elf immediately by his deep, honey- colored hair. "Rúmil?" he rasped. The guard nodded timidly. "What are you doing here?" "I will leave, if I am not welcome…" "No… you may stay, if you wish." "Would you like me to stay?" As an answer, Celeborn leaned in to kiss Rúmil, resting a hand on the guard's shoulder. Rúmil responded wantonly, the Elves devouring each other's mouths until they gasped for breath. Judging from the passionate kiss, Celeborn began to suspect that Rúmil's feelings for him ran deeper than pure lust. He could not go through with this and end up breaking the young Elf's heart. The Lord squeezed the shoulder on which his hand was resting, and looked into eyes that reflected a candle burning in the distance, "I cannot do this." "Why not?" the Guardian's voice didn't hide his worry and fear. "You ask for something I cannot offer you. My heart is not free to give… I do not want to hurt you." "I am aware of this fact, and have accepted it already. I only ask for this one night, nothing more." Rúmil spoke the truth, although he knew that it would not be easy forget his feelings. "Are you sure that is what you want?" "Aye," the guard sighed as he caught Celeborn's unsuspecting lips in another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Celeborn and laid back, pulling the Elf-lord on top of himself. Tonight HE would be on the receiving end… Chapter 4 Night was falling as the `Lorien Elves approached Rivendell. The subtle glow of the setting sun accentuated the beautiful architecture of the city. Magnificent white buildings surrounded by already lit lanterns and colorful, blooming trees made it appear like some sort of paradise. Haldir and Rúmil, who had never been outside the borders of their homeland, gasped in awe of the site that was no more or less stunning than that of Lothlórien, but completely different in its style. Seated proudly upon a snowy white horse, the Elf-lord continued to lead the way towards the House of Elrond, his two guards following silently behind. Once they arrived, the guests were attended to by a group of servants. Their horses were led to the stable, and the Silvan Elves were shown to their rooms to unpack before meeting with Elrond. Rúmil was relieved that he wouldn't be sharing a room with his brother; he didn't need Haldir inquiring as to his whereabouts… if his plan for the night were to work out. He grinned and blushed at the memory of the night they'd spent with Celeborn. *** "Welcome, my dear old friend!" Elrond exclaimed, and the two Lords wrapped their arms around each other in a warm embrace. Elrond was dressed in deep, forest green and his forehead was adorned with a mithril circlet. "It's been too long…" There was an unmistakable spark of jealousy, which no one noticed, in the eyes of Celeborn's young guard. Rúmil wondered just how good of friends the two lords were. "How to you like Rivendell?" Elrond asked the guards. "It is enchanting, to say the least," Haldir answered, never taking his eyes off of the tall, blond Elf standing next to Elrond. Glorfindel noticed and smiled. The guardian felt like an Elfling standing face to face with his first crush; he could feel his cheeks burning, embarrassed that he had been caught staring. Elrond turned to seek the source of Haldir's wonder. "Oh, pardon my manners, I have not yet introduced you to Lord Glorfindel." The guards bowed courteously. "This is Haldir and Rúmil. They are guardians of the Lórien borders." "Nice to meet you." Glorfindel's bright eyes returned Haldir's gaze. *** Rúmil slumped down on the bed, angry that he wasn't able to join the Elf- lords for "tea." It wasn't the fact that he had not been invited that upset him so, for he understood that he was too low of status for anyone to care about his presence. What did disturb him, was his suspicions that Celeborn and Elrond were more than just friends; he worried that the Lord of Lórien would not return to his sleeping chamber for the night. He knew that the feelings he was developing would only hurt him in the end. Celeborn was married. They could never be anything more than secret lovers, but for now that would do. He wondered if Celeborn would be willing to share his bed with him, even if he did come back. But Rúmil was not one to lose hope easily. After pondering over the situation for a few minutes he rose from the mattress and headed out of his room and towards Celeborn's. A few candles provided enough light within the room to allow the Guardian to see where he was going. He swallowed hard when he found what he was looking for- Celeborn's bed. What would happen if the Lord was displeased by his presence there? Still determined to follow through with his plan, the young Elf began to undress before getting under the covers. He had just begun to unbraid his hair when Celeborn walked in. Rúmil didn't say anything, and the Elf-lord didn't notice he was even there. He watched as Celeborn proceeded to disrobe as well, the candlelight warming the Lord's exposed skin. Only when he began to climb onto the bed did Celeborn notice the intruder.. He recognized the Elf immediately by his deep, honey- colored hair. "Rúmil?" he rasped. The guard nodded timidly. "What are you doing here?" "I will leave, if I am not welcome…" "No… you may stay, if you wish." "Would you like me to stay?" As an answer, Celeborn leaned in to kiss Rúmil, resting a hand on the guard's shoulder. Rúmil responded wantonly, the Elves devouring each other's mouths until they gasped for breath. Judging from the passionate kiss, Celeborn began to suspect that Rúmil's feelings for him ran deeper than pure lust. He could not go through with this and end up breaking the young Elf's heart. The Lord squeezed the shoulder on which his hand was resting, and looked into eyes that reflected a candle burning in the distance, "I cannot do this." "Why not?" the Guardian's voice didn't hide his worry and fear. "You ask for something I cannot offer you. My heart is not free to give… I do not want to hurt you." "I am aware of this fact, and have accepted it already. I only ask for this one night, nothing more." Rúmil spoke the truth, although he knew that it would not be easy forget his feelings. "Are you sure that is what you want?" "Aye," the guard sighed as he caught Celeborn's unsuspecting lips in another kiss. He wrapped his arms around Celeborn and laid back, pulling the Elf-lord on top of himself. Tonight HE would be on the receiving end… Chapter5 Lórien) Orophin wondered if it would be possible for him to get sent home early so could see Legolas again, before the Fellowship departed. There had been no orc activity the entire night; perhaps the threat wasn't as great as everyone had thought. His watch being over, the guard decided to go seek solitude by the river. He wanted some time alone to think about the one he missed so much, without being constantly interrupted. Noticing the flowers as he walked along the bank, Orophin wondered if he might find an orchid somewhere. His eyes scanned the area for any large, fallen tree branches. Soon enough he found one on which grew a group of large, glossy leaves and a stem topped with five white flowers with pink centers. He sat upon the wood and reached for the orchids, breaking the stem near the base. After sniffing the scentless flowers he ran a finger lightly across one of the petals to feel the familiar texture. "Aye Legolas, what have you done to me?" Orophin laughed at himself; he never even noticed flowers before.... The Guardian brushed his cheek with the flowers, much in the same manner that Legolas had done before. His cock began to burn when he thought about the way his princeling had touched him. A wicked idea formed in his mind; he lifted the fabric of his tunic, exposing the bulge in his breeches, and ran the flowers across the material. Though he felt nothing, Orophin whimpered in need, remembering what such flowers had done to him the other day. He contemplated, for a moment, whether he should go any further. Lust and desire won versus reason, and the guard unlaced his leggings. He closed his eyes and began repeating Legolas' motions down to every brush and every swirl. Drops of semen that had been brushed off the tip of his cock by some of the petals were smeared along his shaft as the flowers traced every inch of it, those areas becoming especially sensitive to the cool, morning breeze. He remembered how it felt to have his lover inside him, thrusting in and out of his tight hole. "Legolas..." He came hard, his seed spurting violently and falling onto the dry leaves below. Orophin scrunched his nose as he started to regain his senses. What was that disgusting smell? 'Yrch!' he thought, finally opening his eyes to see a small group of amused orcs standing in front of him, watching. He had become so lost in his fantasy he didn't even hear them approach. The terrified guard tried to scream for help, but his mouth was covered before he ever made a sound. **** (Rivendell) The celebration began in the mid-afternoon. It was held outside, where guests could eat, drink, and dance as long as their hearts desired. The occasion: Elrond's birthday. No one but the Lord himself knew his age, and no one dared to ask. Large tables were set with white cloth, fancy silverware, and surrounded by decorative lanterns which would provide light once the sun set. Haldir sat in between Rúmil and Glorfindel. The latter had taken a liking to the Marchwarden, and had requested that the 'Lorien guards be seated there instead of at the tables reserved for others of lower status. Haldir and Glorfindel were constantly flirting, which angered Rumil. When the Balrog slayer excused himself from the table for a few minutes, the younger guard nudged his brother's arm, "Haldir, must I remind you that you are to be bound in only a few weeks?" Haldir sighed, "No, you musn't… I am no longer sure that is what I want." Rumil let the conversation end there, deciding that it wasn't the time or place to speak of such matters. The Marchwarden felt horrible. He cheated on his female companion with Celeborn, and he would do the same with Glorfindel, if only given the opportunity. He believed that loyalty was one of the most important values in a healthy relationship; but now that he developed an interest in those of his own gender he would have to sort out those feelings before devoting his life to her. Haldir forced a smile when Glorfindel returned; he didn't want to be asked about his sour expression. Rúmil had found an interest of his own- a dark haired Elf introduced to him as Erestor, the Chief Counsilor. The two had not spoken much, yet, but shared many looks across the table. Occasionally the guard would shift his gaze to Celeborn, with a hint of longing in his eyes. He knew he had to move on, but he would cherish the intimacy they shared the night before forever. Haldir and Glorfindel rose from their chairs and left, shortly after finishing their food. Erestor quickly moved to take the seat beside Rúmil. **** The golden-haired Lord led Haldir to his wing of the house. They entered a large room, well-lit with oil lamps, and with walls covered by stunning artwork. Most of the drawings were of the buildings and scenery of Imladris, but there were also a few of `Lórien, which portrayed the Golden Wood with as much beauty as it possessed in reality. "Who drew these?" "I did," Glorfindel stated, proudly while pouring them each a glass of fine wine. "Do you like them?" "Aye. You must have a great appreciation for architecture…" "Had I not been born into nobility, I probably would have become an architect." "Really?" Haldir laughed in disbelief. "Why are you laughing?" Glorfindel sat down beside Haldir on the settee and placed two glasses of wine on the small table. "I just never imagined a warrior like you would be interested in such things as architecture and art." "The mind should not be limited to just one thing…" Haldir frowned, realizing he might qualify as one whose mind was limited. "Either way, you are very talented." "I have other talents, Haldir. Ones you have not yet gotten a taste of…" Haldir licked his lips in anticipation, and Glorfindel caught them in a kiss. Chapter 6 'Lórien) It was only about an hour before sunrise that Legolas was awakened by the commotion outside. Looking out the window he realized that the activity was centered around the Healers' talan outside of which stood a small group of 'Lorien border guards, as well as other Elves curious what was going on. A sinking feeling developed in the pit of the Prince's stomach when he saw familiar grey uniforms. 'Was there an attack at the border? Was someone hurt? Was it Orophin?' his mind raced as he quickly put on some clothes. Legolas pushed his through the group of Elves standing outside the talan. Upon stepping inside he saw what it was he feared most- his lover was lying on a sickbed, covered in scratches and bruises, and tended to by three Healers. Orophin was semi-conscious, and appeared to be in a lot of pain. Legolas rushed to his side, but was pulled back by one of the guardians. "Come, we must let them do their work," said the Elf who was trying to lead him outside by the hand, "they'll let us know when we can see him." Reluctantly Legolas followed, still looking back at Orophin. He stopped dead in his tracks when the injured Elf started coughing up small amounts of blood which trickled down the corner of his mouth, but the guard continued to pull him outside, "You don't need to see this..." he urged. "What happened?" Legolas asked once they were outdoors again. "He wandered off into the woods by himself where he was captured by a band of orcs. Thank the Valar some of the guards sensed the foul creatures, and we found him." "D...did they?" the Prince's did not know how to phrase the question. It was to horrible a thought to even consider. He had heard stories about orcs raping Elves when given the chance. Luckily, the Guardian knew what weighed on Legolas' mind. "No, they did not violate him. We found him just in time, but he did get quite a beating..." Hearing this, Legolas exhaled his relief. "I didn't know you were close..." the Silvan Elf was surprised by Legolas' deep concern for Orophin. "We've only just met, but I care for him deeply. I hope he'll come out of this alright..." "As do I. Orophin's a good friend." In a way Legolas was surprised to hear that Orophin had friends, though he didn't know why. Maybe it was still a result of the first impression, before he knew that under the arrogant exterior lay a warm-hearted, vulnerable Elf. Realizing that he barely knew his lover, Legolas took the time while they had to wait to learn more about him from his friend. It helped the time pass by faster and eased their nerves just a little. **** (Rivendell) The soft light of dawn entered the room through sheer curtains, illuminating two bodies entwined upon a bed. The Elves' skins glistened with sweat- the result of an entire night of passion. Various sound of pleasure echoed through the air. Light hair tangled with dark, creating a magical mixture of onyx and gold. Rumil ground himself down on his lover's cock one last time, using all the strength he had left, before finally crying another release and collapsing on top of Erestor, who had reached the peak of ecstasy just a few seconds earlier. For a long while, the only sound within the room was that of heavy breathing, which slowly returned to normal. The 'Lorien Elf's head lay upon Erestor's chest, rising and falling with every breath. "I guess I'll just have to sleep on my horse," said Rúmil, realizing that it was morning already and soon he would have to leave to go back home. "Better not, or you might fall off. I'd rather see you again..." Rúmil laughed quietly, happy to know that the Councilor cared about his well-being. "I need a bath," he mumbled, realizing how sticky he was. "We can go to the bathhouse. No one should be there this early; I can help you bathe..." "Mmm... sounds good." Just as Erestor had predicted, the bathhouse was completely empty. The Elves let their robes drop to the floor and stepped into a tub of warm water. Rúmil sat in between his lover’s legs, resting his head back against a muscled chest. A coarse cloth rubbing against his skin gave his whole body a pleasant massage; Rumil was near falling asleep when a voice in his ear brought him back to the waking world, "Time to wash your hair..." The guard lowered himself underwater to prepare his hair for shampooing. He purred as Erestor's skillful fingers massaged his scalp, the herbal scent of the shampoo relaxing him even further. He whined in disapproval when the fingers left his head. "You'll be late,” his lover reminded him. After rinsing his hair, Rúmil got out of the water, and stood, dripping, as he watched Erestor dry himself off. "Must I do everything?" the Councilor teased, catching on to what Rúmil was waiting for. The blonde Elf nodded with a mischievous grin, waiting for his lover to rub him dry. **** ('Lórien) Legolas had not left Orophin's side since the Healers allowed him in. He sat beside the sleeping Elf, with one hand stroking his hair and holding his hand with the other. It was already evening, and Orophin began to wake for the first time since after he was brought in. Seeing Legolas, the guard's lips curved into a delicate smile, his hand giving the Prince's a weak squeeze. The weight was lifted from Legolas' chest when he realized that Orophin was awake. The 'Lórien Elf's eyes began surveying his surroundings when he realized he wasn't in his room. He attempted to raise himself up, but a sharp pain in his side caused him to collapse again with a shriek. "You're in the healing room," Legolas told him, "you've been injured." He rubbed the Guardian's arm, in an attempt to sooth him. "My brothers?" Orophin's voice was little more than a whisper, for that was all he could manage. "They went to Rivendell with Lord Celeborn. They should be back tomorrow." "Thank you... for staying with me." "Shhh. You're not supposed to speak." Legolas caressed Orophin's cheek, and gently pressed his lips against the guard's. “I want you to get well." Although his body ached, comforting warmth spread through Orophin's heart. Legolas cared for him, just as he cared for Legolas. He hoped it would eventually it would deepen, and turn in to love. Chapter7 Her charcoal colored hair and green gown flowed behind her as she strode quickly, but gracefully down the small hallway towards Orophin's bedroom. It had been two days since he was brought back from the borders after the attack, and thanks to his Elven healing ability, he was allowed to go home; with the instruction that he was to be confined to bed for the next few days. She set a bowl of vegetable soup on the table next to the bed and gave the recovering Elf a friendly smile, which he returned along with a quiet, "Thank you." "There's more for everyone in the kitchen," announced the cheerful Elf- maiden before walking over to Haldir and placing a gentle kiss upon his lips. "You will not stay awhile?" "Nay, I cannot. We are visiting my grandparents today. I will see you tomorrow." With another quick kiss, she turned and left. Legolas moved to a chair beside Orophin's bed, taking the bowl of soup in hand to feed him. The Silvan Elf insisted that he was capable of feeding himself, but Legolas would not hear of it. Meanwhile, Rúmil pushed Haldir out of the room and into the privacy of the kitchen. "You will tell me all about it later..." warned Haldir, as he was leaving. He wanted to know how Orophin had allowed himself to be captured by the Orcs, which Orophin claimed not to remember; but the Marchwarden did not believe it. He knew his brother was well enough to know when he was hiding the truth. *** "What are you going to do?" the younger Elf asked his brother while pouring them both some soup. "About what?" "Do not pretend to be so oblivious, you know of what I speak." "I have not yet made a decision." "You cannot live a double life, brother," Rúmil said as he placed two bowls on the table and sat down next to Haldir, "not only will you hurt those who care about you, you will end up alone." "I know this. What do you suggest I do?" "Whatever you feel is right, I suppose." "Thanks, Rúmil. That helps tremendously." Haldir's voice was dripping with sarcasm. *** "So tell my the truth, how were you caught?" Legolas had noticed the lie as well. "Will you tell my brothers?" "Why should they not know?" Legolas wondered about the secrecy. "They always accuse me of poor judgment. This would prove them right. Besides, it is embarrassing." "Then I will not tell them. But I would like to know..." Orophin took a deep breath, thinking of how he would begin. Legolas waited patiently. "My shift was over, and I wanted to be alone; so I went for a stroll down by the river." He paused for a moment, his eyes avoiding the Prince's. "I was thinking of you, and then I found this orchid...I became distracted." "But could you not sense them coming? They are so loud and smell very foul...." "I was too lost in the sensation." "What sensation?" Orophin sighed, "Princeling, I see you do not understand the nature of the distraction. I was using the orchid as you did the morning before..." "Oh my." Legolas' cheeks reddened, as did Orophin's, at the confession. But the Wood Elf's expression quickly turned somber upon the realization that such a foolish act could have brought about the end of Orophin's life. "You must be more careful." The guard nodded his agreement, and Legolas' lips pressed against his. A warm tongue sought entrance into his mouth, and he allowed it. Orophin marveled at his Princeling could be so gentle yet so intense. He closed his eyes, not expecting the kiss to end so quickly. "Do you think you could use some freshening up?" Legolas asked. "Why, do I smell offensive?" Legolas laughed at the 'Lórien Elf's worried expression, "No, Orophin, you do not smell at all. I only thought it would make you feel better." "YOU will cleanse me?" "Unless you prefer that one of your brothers do it..." "Nay I would rather you do it. But I would ask that you warm up the water." "Yes, my Lord," said Legolas in a mocking tone as he left the room. Some minutes later, Legolas returned carrying a basin of water, hot to the touch and scented with a few drops of sandalwood oil. He placed the bowl on the table, and helped Orophin take off his sleepwear. Once the Guardian was naked, Legolas leaned in to give him another quick kiss and wipe away a few stray strands away from his face. The Prince reached into the water-filled container, wrung out a white washcloth, and brought it to his lover's forehead. Orophin closed his, letting the heat of the moist cloth wiping his face and neck relax him. He waited, listening to the sound of water dripping when Legolas would re- wet and wring out the rag after cleaning each of his arms. A satisfied groan vibrated within his throat when he felt the warmth placed against his chest, followed by a gasp when the soft material brushed against a nipple. Legolas’ heart clenched the entire time, now seeing, up close, the scars and bruises that marred his lover’s body; but his blood boiled at the sight of the deep marks left by nails digging into the skin on his hips. He had not thought that Orophin had come so close to being raped. The Prince took extra care when wiping over the wounds. A pale hand brushed against soft, curly hair when Legolas neared the guard’s nether regions. He was surprised to see that his lover’s penis was semi-erect, that he could be turned on so soon his horrible experience. He stopped there, in order to re-wet the washcloth. Orophin spread his thighs, allowing Legolas better access as he wiped the insides of his thighs. He opened his eyes only to see his shaft arching towards the heavens. “Can you lie on your stomach,” Legolas asked when decided he was done with Orophin’s front. “I think so. But there’s still one part you haven’t tended to…” The Prince had been avoiding that part. He didn’t want to become aroused—he doubted that Orophin was in the condition to make love. He wrapped the cloth around the Guardian’s cock, giving it a thorough wipe from base to tip. Orophin chocked back a moan, longing for more but moving to turn around when Legolas was done.” The Wood Elf noticed that his leggings were feeling tight as he continued, the wet cloth moving down the skin of his lover’s back before sliding it into the crevice between the guard’s buttocks. He pressed his fingers against the puckered opening, giving it a light tease and earning a moan. Orophin turned back around, disappointed to see Legolas gathering his bedclothes to hand to him. “You do not want me?” The Prince’s eyes were locked on the Guardian’s erection. “Of course I do. But the Healer said you cannot overexert yourself.” “I would not,” argued Orophin, trying to sound convincing. “I could just lie here and relax, while you make love to me.” Chapter 8 "Are you sure you are ready? You have been through a lot, melethron nin. This can wait…" Despite the burning in his loins, Legolas did not wish to rush his lover into sex if he was not completely recovered. "Nay, it cannot; you are leaving in the morning. I would feel you inside me once again, holding me close… neither of us bound as before. For that I am as ready as ever." Legolas could not resist the beautiful form that lay sprawled out on the bed, begging to me made love to in a way they have not done before. He threw the guard's clothes back on the floor and crawled in between his legs. Supporting himself on his arms so as not to lay on his injured lover, the Prince lowered his lips onto those beneath him, swallowing Orophin's moans as the underside of the Guardian's cock brushed against his tunic. He took the hard length in hand, now leaning on one elbow, and began stroking it while his mouth moved to kiss along the Guardian's jaw line. Meanwhile, Orophin tugged on the laces of Legolas' leggings and slipped a hand in to rub his stiff member. The Wood Elf hissed on contact, and softly bit the skin of his lover's neck. "I want you naked, Princeling," whispered the Guardian, giving Legolas' crotch a firm squeeze. Legolas complied, and rose from the bed yet again, impatiently divesting himself and tossing his clothes into a pile on top of Orophin's before resuming his position between those long, spread legs as well as his assault on all the sensitive spots of the Silvan Elf's body. The Prince's skillful lips and hard teeth sucked and nibbled taut, pink nipples. His tongue slid down the length of Orophin's torso, delving into an attractive bellybutton as if seeking entrance into his lover's body. The guard shuddered violently and arched beneath him crying out first from the pleasure of it and then from the pain in his side caused by the sharp movement. "Hush," Legolas cooed, gently kissing shapely lips, "no more of that." With that, the Prince lowered himself again, until his lips were only millimeters away from the Guardians straining erection. "Saes," Orophin begged, breathless. He closed his eyes and waited; drawing in a shaky breath when his cock was enveloped by a sudden, wet heat. Legolas dragged his mouth up and down along the hard shaft, occasionally letting his teeth scrape it, but with a touch as delicate as that of a feather. Sometimes he would let his hand take the place of his mouth, stroking the length while his tongue played with Orophin's sack. A drop of cum fell from the Prince's cock and onto his thigh, reminding him just how much he desired to possess Orophin's body. He stopped his ministrations to turn his willing lover onto his side. Legolas spooned himself up behind the Guardian, every inch of their bodies touching, and tucked some loose strands of golden hair behind Orophin's ear. He sucked on the tip of an exceptionally pointy ear, while his hand traced the curves of the Guardian's sculpted body. "Saes! Legolas… I want to feel you." Orophin bit his pillow from the pleasure caused by the feeling of being impaled by his lover's flesh. He laid his hand on the outside of a leg that wrapped itself around him. Legolas' tongue continued its onslaught, mercilessly lapping at the tip of his ear as the Wood Elf began to move. The bliss was so overwhelming that the guard could not even voice it. His body was struck with bolts of pleasure while the cock that filled him and stretched him to his limit struck his pleasure spot, and the tongue teased his ear, and fingers pinched his nipple. The scent of Sandalwood invaded Legolas' senses, making him even wilder with desire. It took all of his will to continue his gentle gestures of what he was beginning to think might be love towards his injured lover. He wrapped his fingers around Orophin's cock, and the Guardian took his own hand from the Prince's leg and, with it, held the one that stroked him. "Amin mela lle…" It was a whisper so soft it could have been mistaken for the rustling of the mallorn leaves outside. Yet Legolas knew, as he spilled his seed inside of Orophin, and as similar hot fluid covered both their hands, that he had not imagined it. Silently, he hoped it was just nonsense that fell from Orophin's lips at the peak of ecstasy. The Prince thought it was too soon to confess such feelings, as he was still unsure about his own. Feeling the hardening flesh withdraw from his body, Orophin turned onto his other side to face his lover. He kept quiet, hoping Legolas did not hear his involuntary declaration of love; and the other Elf's silence eased his worry. All he felt was a light kiss upon the tip of his nose and a gentle petting of his arm before he drifted off to sleep. ***** As Haldir wrapped the gray cloak of the Galadhrim around his shoulders, Legolas realized that he had never felt truly comfortable around him since the day the Marchwarden caught him and Orophin in the act. He wondered why, since Haldir had never said anything showing disapproval. In fact, he never said anything at all. Maybe that was the reason he felt strange around Orophin's older brother: he had no idea how Haldir felt about their relationship. Legolas wished his lover could have accompanied them, but understood that he was not yet well enough to do so. "My brother cares for you, Legolas of Mirkwood. I have never seen him as enthralled by anyone as he is by you." Startled, the Prince had to recollect before responding. "I care for your brother as well, Haldir of `Lórien." Sensing Legolas' uneasiness, the Haldir decided to toy with him further, "I hope I am not mistaken in trusting that his heart is in good hands?" There was a hint of intimidation in the Marchwarden's voice, and he arched a brow in expectation. "Nay, Haldir. I will care for it as if it were my own." "I hope so." The two Elves wrapped their arms around each other in friendly embrace. After they said their goodbyes Legolas went to go join the others in the boats, but stopped and turned to Haldir once more. "Please, do keep an eye out for Orophin." "Aye, I will." Haldir sighed deeply as he watched the members of the Fellowship fade into the distance. He knew Orophin suffer greatly at his lover's absence. Elvish Melthron nin- my lover Saes – please Amin mela lle – I love you Chapter 9 “And what business brings the Prince of Mirkwood to our Golden wood?” Legolas searched Haldir’s eyes for some hint of playfulness that his voice did not betray. Surely he knew why he had come… “I promised Orophin I would return when the war was over. That is why I am here.” “It has been years since the ring was destroyed. Why do you come now?” Haldir’s stern countenance remained unchanged. “My presence was required at home. There were important matters that required my attention.” “In that case I am glad you did not let my brother get in the way of your princely duties.” Legolas was surprised by his cold tone, but before he could find his voice, the Marchwarden spoke again. “You can stay in our talan until we leave in the morning.” “Is he… here?” “He is not. I have sent him to Imladris with Rúmil. I hoped a change of scenery would ease his heartache…” Haldir have Legolas an accusing glare, and the latter swallowed hard. He had no idea his returned meant so much to Orophin… Legolas did not sleep well that night. He was touched that Orophin had been waiting for him, but it also made him feel like a horrible Elf because he had not done the same. He lied when he told Haldir he could not have come earlier. The truth was that he had found another lover: a border guard from his homeland. It was not until that relationship ended that he decided to return to ‘Lórien. ***** Orophin stopped hacking ad wiped the sweat off his forehead with a sleeve. He plopped down on the ground, exhausted. “Are you sure you do not want any help?” Rúmil asked. “Nay, I am fine. Besides, I am almost done.” “If you say so.” Rúmil walked up to a smile pile of chopped would and picked up the logs before heading in the direction from whence he came. Orophin would have wanted some help, but he was willing to do all the work himself in order to get away from the others. He knew his brothers meant well, but he just was not up for any social activity. The sight of Rúmil and Erestor’s blissful togetherness gnawed at his heart, and the rowdy behavior of the other Elves that were camping with them irritated him. He knew it was time to give up on his Princeling. If Legolas had not come back to him in the six years since the war ended, it was obvious that he no longer cared about him— if he ever did… “How is your brother?” Erestor asked as Rúmil came to sit on his lap. It was almost dark, the fire was already going, and Orophin still had not joined them. The Silvan Elf sighed. “I think he would have been better off, sulking, at home” “What troubles him so?” “His past lover seems to have moved on, but he has not. I hate to see him thus. I could kill that bastard…” “Nay, do not kill him. Save your energy for me,” the Councilor smiled, “You WILL need it.” As their mouths came together for a kiss, Rúmil say, out of the corner of his eye, that Orophin had snuck quietly into his tent. ***** Orophin’s eyes grew wide as he looked upon the face of the Elf who sat next to his brother at the kitchen table “Princeling!” he yelled, beaming with joy as he ran to Legolas. They threw their arms around each other, “I thought you would never…” “Shhh,” Legolas cut the Guardian off by pressing his own lips against his. At first their kiss was fervent and demanding, a result of years of longing, but grew softer and more patient as it continued. The world seemed to spin beneath their feet. When it was over, the Elves looked deep into each other’s eyes and studied their faced, both of them realizing that the other was even better-looking than they had remembered. From behind them, Rúmil looked over at Haldir, who met his disapproving gaze. Neither of them liked the scene that was unfolding before their eyes. It was not right for Legolas to just march right back into their brother’s life after all that he had suffered, and act as if nothing had happened. They would not forgive him as easily as Orophin did… Continued...