Title: Conflicting Desires, part1 Author: Glorfindel's ghost -- mrsdoyle70181@aol.com Pairing(s): Legolas/Pippin Rating: NC-17 Summary: A chance meeting provides Legolas with a perfect partner Disclaimer: unfortunately none of these characters are mine, they're Tolkien's(damn..) Feedback: this is my first story so any feed back is welcome! ---------------------------------------- Legolas sighed inwardly. Well, he had intended it to be inwardly but the looks from the elves either side of him suggested that it had been out loud. "How rude," someone further down the table murmured. Legolas didn't care. He had come to Rivendell at the command of his father who wished him to spread the word of Gollum's escape. Legolas suspected that had he told his father the reason for his reluctance to do this he would now find himself back in his own chamber in Mirkwood, quite probably being guarded by his father's finest men. He had arrived to find the place in uproar and been ushered into the great hall where he was now seated, none the wiser as to what was going on. He sensed familiar eyes watching him and felt a surge of irritation. He looked up into the penetrating blue gaze of Elladan who was studying him over the top of his wine goblet, the trace of a smile playing on his lips. He glared at the raven-haired elf. "Something troubles you Legolas, tell me of it." If anything, this annoyed Legolas more. Not wishing for the whole of Imladris to hear what he had to say, he leaned forward over the table. "It always amazes me Elladan, that someone who looks so much like his father can completely lack all of his intelligence and his compassion." Elladan chuckled: "You have been away far too long my dear Legolas, your barbs are not what they used to be!" he informed him in a mocking tone. Legolas decided it was beneath him to respond to this. He felt a cold glare aimed in his direction from the end of the table and leaned back in his chair. He knew without looking that the glare came from Elrond, who seemed to see him as a bad influence on his son, despite Legolas doing nothing to encourage the attention that Elladan gave him. No matter, in Elrond's eyes his child could do no wrong. Years ago he had spent much time at Rivendell, in the company of Elladan, his twin Elrohir and their sister Arwen. Later, Aragorn, who had been under the care of lord Elrond, had joined them. Legolas's eyes searched for the ranger but didn't find him. Aragorn had left the house of Elrond some year's earlier, thought to be unable to deal with the pressure of his heritage. Legolas knew knew this to be untrue but casting a rueful glance at Elladan he realised exactly why Aragorn was attempting to cover his tracks. Time had soured the relationship between Legolas and Elladan beyond repair. Well, no….he reconsidered this. Maturity had soured their relationship, for it had awakened in Elladan desires that disturbed Legolas greatly. Just thinking about this depressed him. Legolas sank down in his chair and took a large swig of wine. ----------------------------------- Sometime later, Legolas had forgotten his troubles, thanks mainly, to a copious amount of Rivendell wine. Damn powerful stuff that wine, Legolas thought to himself. He was feeling his way along the wall in an attempt to get back to his chamber without falling over, for the wine had diminished his elven poise and grace somewhat (to put it mildly) . With a groan he realised that his room was on the opposite side of the corridor. Tentatively, he let go of the wall and took a step towards the other wall. This, he soon realised, was a bad idea. He made a lunging grab at a wall sconce as swayed wildly, but only suceeded in pulling it off the wall with him as he fell flat on his face. "Shoddy Rivendell workmanship," he muttered darkly to himself. He raised his head to see if anyone had witnessed his embarassment and found himself looking at…a very small man? No, it wasn't a man-it had pointy ears. The thing spoke: "Are you alright? Here, let me help you up." Legolas decided this wasn't the time nor the place to be proud and accepted the hand that the small person was proffering .On his feet, and feeling a little better, he suddenly had a flash of brilliance: "You're a hobbit!", he said triumphantly. The hobbit smiled and nodded "Peregrin Took," he announced , proffering his hand again ,"but please call me Pippin" "Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil," Legolas replied, shaking the hand. This introduction normally prompted an impressed look from whoever he was talking to but Pippin merely smiled politely. "I'm not normally a drunkard, I'm just drowning my sorrows", Legolas explained. "What are you sorrowful about?" Legolas was surprised at this, but found himself grateful for the question. It suddenly occurred to him that this hobbit was someone whose path he was not likely to cross again. It would be good to get some of this off his chest… "Are you really interested?" he queried. "I wouldn't ask if I wasn't," Pippin replied. Legolas considered him for a moment. "Not here. Come to my chamber, we'll talk there" The hobbit nodded and fell into step beside the elf, warily watching in case he should fall again. He was not entirely sure exactly what he'd just agreed to but had already decided that giving counsel to an elf would be a good thing to tell Merry about the next day. He followed Legolas into his chamber. ------------------------------------------ The next day, an extremely tired Legolas took his seat at the council that had been called. He and Pippin had talked long into the night, until, eventually, the hobbit's head had lolled to one side and he had dropped off to sleep. Legolas had left him asleep in his bed. He himself had sat in a chair all night, sobered up , and wondering for the first time what Pippin was doing at Rivendell. His time with the hobbit had been free of all the angst and pain that normally accompanied his relationships with others. Now, however, he was tense with the burden of having to conceal so much. He dropped his bombshell about Gollum early on, garnering glares and worried looks from the others. Then his mind started to wander, his gaze alighting on Aragorn. The man looked old beyond his years forced to bear so much he could not speak of. The fine eyes-wise, intense, sensual -were the same and now they turned to glance at him. Legolas nodded almost imperceptibly. Aragorn gazed levelly at him for a moment and then turned away. ---------------------------------------- The news that he was to be part of the fellowship of the ring filled Legolas with dismay. Whilst he hadn't given the council his full attention he had listened as soon as a hobbit had appeared, similar to Pippin in looks but with a wisdom in his eyes to replace the raw innocence that Legolas had seen in Pippin's. Later, another hobbit had appeared and a sense of unease has settled in Legolas's stomach that had nothing to do with the worrisome matter of the ring. The only bright point was that he had learnt that Aragorn was to be part of the fellowship too, when talking to Mithrandir. "Nine fellowship members versus the nine nazgul. Very efficient don't you think?" "Nine?". Legolas did a quick mental count, "I can only count seven" "The final two are to be more hobbits-friends of Frodo that travelled here with him." Legolas cringed. He didn't need to ask anymore for he had a feeling that he knew at least one of Frodo's friends. ----------------------------------------------- To his surprise, Pippin sought him out, appearing at his chamber door the next night. Legolas was pleased to see him. "I didn't realise you were a prince", Pippin greeted him. "I didn't realise you were one of the ringbearers", Legolas replied "and I didn't realise when I told you all that I did that you would be joining me on a lengthy quest." "You are unhappy that I am going? I assure you Legolas, your secrets are safe with me," The hobbit informed him solemnly, and then, " will you look after me?, I am afraid that I shan't prove much use." This confession touched Legolas's heart but worried him a little. Nonetheless, he sank to his knees and gathered the hobbit up in a warm embrace, an action that surprised Pippin immensely but didn't necessarily displease him. "Of course I will." This answer to his question was muffled for it was spoken into Pippin's unruly shock of curly hair but he heard it distinctly and felt a great weight lift from his shoulders. "Err…Legolas? Maybe this is a good time to tell you that I haven't come of age yet." The elf drew back looking quite insulted. "Do my intentions have to be dishonorable?" he asked "or are you hobbits as men, where all things must come down to lust?" With that he stood, dusting himself down, turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Pippin looking after him in dismay. -------------------------------------------------- The two avoided each other for the duration of their stay at Rivendell, Legolas because he was annoyed with himself for reacting so badly, and Pippin because he was annoyed with himself for putting his foot in it. On the last night before their departure however, Legolas was delighted to hear a timid knock on the door. He had retreated into himself since their argument, eager to avoid the leering advances of the loathsome Elladan and the glares of both Aragorn and Elrond. This time by himself had enabled him to do some thinking and he had come to the conclusion that Aragorn was perfectly right to be angry, and that at some point on their quest they would have to talk. He had also decided that Pippin was right too for, though as an elf Legolas had no sex drive to speak of, he found it fun to toy with those who did. But not an underage hobbit-no he was out of bounds…a man was one thing but a hobbit quite another… Upon opening the door Legolas found Pippin waiting, wearing the same solemn look that had so charmed him before. He beckoned him in and the hobbit did as he was bade . Legolas opened his mouth to speak but Pippin beat him to it. "I want to apologise," he began haltingly, "just because I have a one track mind where you're concerned doesn't mean you do too". He looked up at the astonished elf with liquid brown eyes. "You see…well…I was wondering…I haven't seen much beyond the Shire or done much either…this quest we're going on, I don't think I'll make it back home and I was wondering if maybe you'd teach me a few things-things I'm never going to know if you don't" Legolas wasn't sure if this was emotional blackmail or just a plea for help. In either case, he was too stunned by Pippin's forwardness to reply. Still…he did owe him one for the listening Pippin had done for him. For the second time since they had met Legolas sank to his knees in front of Pippin and embraced him. This time though, he leant forward and placed a soft kiss on the hobbit's mouth. Pippin froze and Legolas could feel the hobbit's heart beating in his chest. He ran a hand through Pippin's tousled hair and then gently started to probe with his tongue. Pippin emitted a muffled groan and Legolas probed a little deeper. Then, Legolas trailed a line of delicate kisses along the hobbit's cheekbone, right up to the pointed tip of his ear. The hobbit groaned again and Legolas felt a rush of blood to his groin. He stood up, picked the hobbit up in his arms and carried him over to the bed. The intimate contact that this brought left Legolas in no doubt that the hobbit was perhaps even more aroused by this than he was. He laid him down on the bed and straddled him, then undid his shirt, with fingers that trembled. His hands then moved down to the hobbit's trousers. Leaning down to kiss Pippin's neck he let his hand come to rest on the warm bulge at the front of his trousers. The hobbit gasped, then moaned as Legolas's hand strayed inside his trousers, the elf's expert fingers coaxing and nimble. Meanwhile, Legolas's searching mouth had found the twin nubs of Pippin's nipples. He sucked gently, undoing Pippin's trousers as he did so. Then it was the elf's turn to gasp as he felt Pippin's small hand move to the top of his tights and slide them down over his buttocks. Legolas had enjoyed the sensation of complete control that he had achieved earlier and, grabbing Pippin's wrists, he pinned his hands up beside his head. This left no free hands to aid his foreplay but Legolas was getting impatient anyway. He pinioned Pippin's hands to the bed using the weight of his arm and reached for a small phial that stood upon his bedside table. From this he poured a little of a clear liquid onto his hand which he slid between Pippin's legs. The look of surprise on Pippin's face as Legolas found that very sensitive part of his anatomy was one that the elf would remember for a long time to come, as was the surprised whimper when Legolas entered first one, and then a second finger into into the tight opening. Feeling that Pippin was now as slick as he would get, Legolas braced himself against the hobbit, kissed him softly on the cheek and then entered him in a fluid motion. Pippin's eyes widened and he grimaced in pain, his whole body filling with the invasive heat. Legolas pulled back and then thrust again. Pippin had lost his coherence and was reduced to uttering the kind of noises that could signal either extreme pleasure or extreme pain, hanging on to Legolas's neck. Legolas could feel himself getting close to climax, and judging by the noises from Pippin he was nearly there too. A mist descended over him, and he cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy, reverting back to his elven tongue. At the same time Pippin felt the hot, sudden rush as Legolas's seed spilled into him. He cried out in an unintelligible babble and then fell silent, trying to gasp in much needed breath. Legolas too was breathing hard. He pulled out and rolled over to the other side of the bed, then propped himself up on his elbow and gazed down at the hobbit. "So," he began, "do you feel ready to embark on our perilous quest now?" Pippin smiled. "I feel ready to do that again," he replied.