Title: Meldir A Seron - Friend and Lover 
Author: Little Bear (ElvishHillbilly@aol.com) 
Pairing: Legolas/Silinde 
Rating: NC17 
Summary: Legolas' best friend, Silinde, has a major thing for him. 
Beta: Kris (Thanks darling *hugs*) 
Disclaimer: Unless the characters are of my own creation they 
belong to Tolkien, but I am going to play with them anyway :op 
Feedback: Yes please! to ElvishHillbilly@aol.com 
Author's notes: Silinde is based on the decipher card elf by that 
name. 
Vocabulary: Translations are at the end of each sentence.  
     Credit goes to: [Hiswelókë's Sindarin dictionary (Edition 1.5, 
Lexicon 0.99)] 
 
Meldir A Seron - Friend And Lover 
 
Silinde blotted his long white-blonde hair dry with a large, light 
blue, fluffy towel. When it was only slightly damp still, he 
discarded the soiled towel atop his bedclothes from the previous 
night in a basket. He was in no particular hurry to get dressed for 
once, as this was one of his rare days off. 
 
He picked up a brush and began running it through his hair, both 
untangling it and helping it to dry the rest of the way. His family 
had been close friends of the house of Thranduil for ages, and he 
had been a best friend to Prince Legolas since they were elflings 
together.  
 
It did not escape him that had either of them been a maiden, their 
parents would likely have tried to marry them off long ago. Same 
sex marriages were not spurned, as such, but they were not 
encouraged either- especially not in the royal family. The line of 
heirs must not be broken.  
 
True, Legolas was not the eldest child of King Thranduil, but that 
did not stop Thranduil from wanting to pair his youngest son off 
with a maid. He had only the two boys and he had to be prepared 
for the unthinkable, horrible possibility that one of his much 
beloved sons might meet their end before an heir could be 
produced. 
 
Silinde set the brush down and gave himself a look in the mirror to 
spurn himself for his foolish thinking. Why waste time musing over 
those obstacles when the largest one was that Legolas simply did 
not feel that way about him. True his friend did love him, but that 
was just it- simply as a friend. 
 
Legolas was a beauty, even among elves. Between that, his 
position, and sweet nature he could capture anyone he desired- 
and he often did. He had never truly given his heart away. If fact, 
his partners often left him when they found out he loved but was 
not in love. 
 
Poor, tragic Legolas- he had such rotten luck. Why was it no one 
could capture his heart? He was wild and untamable and too much 
in love with life, the world, and his freedom. That was what 
everyone thought, but was that truly it?  
 
On the rare occasion when Legolas confessed personal things to 
him, Silinde saw a sadness buried deep within the blue pools that 
dotted his face. More than once that look had caused him to pull 
the prince into his arms and offer him comfort. It was all he could 
do to resist the urge to kiss the pains away.  
 
Silinde focused on examining himself in the mirror in attempt to 
draw his mind away from the impossible desires of his heart.  He 
was not bad looking, as that type of thing went. He did not, by far, 
though, consider himself a beauty.  
 
His skin had a more rosy hue than most elves and he did not like 
his lips at all. They looked to be in a permanent pucker for a kiss 
and he had been razzed about them countless times over the years, 
most especially when he was an elfling. His eyes were a very deep 
shade of blue to the point where they seemed black with just a light 
tinge of blue glow around the outer rim of the overlarge pupil. 
They were not so bad, really, except they had earned him the 
nickname of twilight gazer. 
 
There was nothing wrong with that so much as the fact that a 
snicker oft followed it from either the one who said it or those who 
accompanied them. Legolas repeatedly attempted to get him to 
stand up for himself about such things. Legolas would have done 
so himself, but no one would ever say anything to him in the 
prince's presence so Legolas had not had opportunity to do so. 
 
He just could not bring himself to say anything of it, though. He 
did not want to cause chaos and trouble. It was far easier to just 
brush such idiocies aside and let them pass. He could get into a 
political debate with the best of them, but a personal conflict? Nay, 
he did not like such things. All too often it just led to hurt feelings- 
like had happened to him when the teasing first began. Now he 
could just shrug it off. After so many years it was just part of 
normal routine. 
 
Silinde's gaze traveled down to examine his torso. He was of a 
slightly stockier build than most elves due to his bone structure, 
but he did not weigh enough for his frame to sport huge muscles. 
What muscles he did have, however, were well developed. 
Everything he did, he did with intensity whether it was training, 
helping the elders to teach the younger elves, or simply having 
some sport with Legolas. He had to stay as fit as possible to keep 
up with that one. 
 
Legolas! Always Legolas! He always got back to mulling over him! 
He was so obsessed! He had had many opportunities in the past to 
have lovers, but after the first few he simply just turned them all 
down. He could not enjoy it or truly give himself away to them 
because his heart already belonged to Legolas. He had tried to 
simply accept the fact that his friend did not think of him in that 
way and move on, but it was no use. He could not.  
 
Silinde sighed and looked to the door in surprise when he heard a 
knock upon it. "Man?" he called out in an unsteady voice. (what?) 
 
He was clad only in another of his fluffy towels, this one the same 
rosy hue of his cheeks. Though he knew it to be silly, he felt 
embarrassed and underdressed and his entire body flushed red.  
 
"Silinde? Le lhaew? Le nella sui ha," Legolas said with concern 
from the other side of the door. (Thee ill? Thee sound like it)  
 
"Ai, im na brand," said Silinde, sounding even more distraught. 
Being neigh close to naked with only an elegantly carved slab of 
wood between him and the object of his desires was doing 
unfriendly things to his anatomy. (Ah, I am fine) 
 
"Le car al thia ha! Si edra seri annon!" Legolas insisted. He was 
growing more worried over his friend by the moment. (Thee do not 
seem it! Now open this door!) 
 
"Ai, Nin Hir, al, dihent nin," Silinde pleaded desperately. His 
distress was making it quite impossible to get certain things under 
control. (Ah, my lord, no, forgive me.) 
 
"Nin Hir? Ir gar le can nin an ring peth? Silinde, edra seri annon 
seri edwen!" Legolas said adamantly. (My Lord? When have thee 
called me by cold words? Silinde, open this door this second!) 
 
Silinde cringed and nodded his head in defeat as if Legolas could 
somehow be aware he made the gesture. "Brand, nin hir. Im innas 
edra ha," he said. His voice made it all too clear he felt resigned to 
his fate as he padded over to the door. (Fine, my lord, I will open it) 
 
The moment the door was opened to him Legolas stepped into the 
room, lest Silinde change his mind for some reason and shut it in 
his face. "Si man na-" Legolas cut himself off when he saw how 
scantily clad his longtime friend was. The pause was noticeably 
long but he did eventually continue, "neitha?" (Now what is) 
(wrong) 
 
Silinde flushed even darker as Legolas was now closely examining 
his torso, his eyes traveling down to examine his shapely legs 
exposed below the towel. He took in a long, slow breath deeply 
into his lungs and let it back out again and managed to maintain 
enough control that he was at least not a stuttering mess when he 
responded. "Im na al hab," were his words. It was beyond obvious 
at this point but that was the answer. (I am not clothed) 
 
Legolas' eyes were still distracted with his examination of Silinde's 
body. He was so transfixed that his mind was not even focused 
enough to be embarrassed by his gawping. "Le na bain!" he 
exclaimed, taking a single step forward. (Thee are beautiful) 
 
"B-bain? N-nin?" Silinde asked wondrously. By the tone of his 
voice, and his still piercing stare, it was blatantly obvious that 
Legolas was not simply trying to be polite in the words. Still, 
Silinde needed confirmation on the point- he had been teased too 
much over the years to accept such a statement so simply. He was 
too caught up in Legolas' words to notice Legolas had taken first 
one tentative step forward and then another. (b-beautiful? M-me?) 
 
Legolas closed the little remaining distance between them and 
enveloped Silinde in his arms. He quickly pulled Silinde close 
against his body and pressed his lips harshly down for a searing 
kiss.  
 
Silinde's mouth opened in surprise and Legolas quickly plunged 
his tongue into his moist depths. Within moments Silinde was 
totally lost to Legolas' ministrations and his eyes fluttered shut, a 
small moan rolling off the back of his throat. 
 
Silinde's arousal was all too obvious as it pressed against Legolas. 
Between that and the delicious, flaming kiss his own was quickly 
ignited. The need for air forced Silinde to break off the kiss. Whilst 
the other panted, trying to recover his breath, Legolas trailed kisses 
along his jaw line. He continued up to the earlobe, sucking it gently 
into his mouth. 
 
"Legolas," Silinde hissed fervently. 
 
"Silinde," Legolas answered. "Lin bain na celair." (Thy beauty is 
brilliant) 
 
Silinde was lost again at the words and his head fell back in 
abandon, to the side slightly so that Legolas could have better 
access to his ear. Happy to oblige, Legolas resumed his attention to 
the ear by licking a trail along its form and sucking the sensitive tip 
into his moist mouth. 
 
Silinde's earlier small moan was overshadowed by a light shudder 
of his body in Legolas' arms and a constant groan that increased in 
pitch sharply when Legolas lightly nipped at the very tip of the 
delicious ear. He then traced the path of his nip with his tongue, 
causing Silinde to practically melt in his arms.  
 
Legolas switched to trailing kisses down Silinde's neck as he used 
one hand to gently guide Silinde's hand to the clasps on his tunic 
suggestively. Silinde felt as if he were in a dream, a wonderful 
dream. With slightly shaking hands he manipulated the clasps on 
Legolas cloak and then his tunic and let the garments fall to the 
floor.  
 
"Legolas, le na nin ol," Silinde whispered as a hand slid over the 
silken skin of his friend come lover. (Legolas, thee are my dream) 
 
"Ae le a car na ol, im amdir ha meth al," Legolas answered as he 
removed Silinde's hand from his chest so he could press their 
bodies together once more. (If thee and I do dream, I hope it ends 
not) 
 
The feeling of flesh on flesh changed their next words to 
unintelligible moans as their heat rose once more to untamable 
levels. Legolas pressed his lips to Silinde's once more and one hand 
traveled smoothly up his back as the other tugged the towel off, 
letting it fall to the floor. Again Legolas had to direct Silinde's 
hands to their proper place, but he did not mind. Gently he moved 
Silinde's hands so they rested on the lacings of his leggings. 
 
Silinde fumbled around trying to undo the ties to Legolas' leggings 
whilst also not breaking off their kiss. His mind was in a daze and 
he did not want it to climb back out of it for fear that if he did that, 
he would wake up and discover this was indeed all some dream. 
 
Legolas' leggings eventually slid down to his feet and he shook 
himself out of them and his boots. Mildly surprised by Silinde 
suddenly taking the initiative, he followed him to his bed and lay 
down upon it obediently. 
 
"Anann im gar oltha ned seri, Legolas. Oltha ned gar le an nin ind. 
Im mil le," Silinde said, finally finding voice for what he had so 
desired to say for millennia. (For a long time I have dreamed of 
this, Legolas. Dreamed of holding thee to my heart. I love thee.) 
 
Legolas offered up an arm and Silinde gratefully took it, joining 
him in bed. "Im me le, Silinde. Sui I anor laug I amar," Legolas 
promised. (I love thee, Silinde. As the sun warms the earth) 
 
Silinde's eyes blazed with joy and passion and they lay there for a 
long moment staring into each other's eyes before Legolas pressed 
his body to Silinde's, his eyes fluttering shut. 
 
"Legolas! Ai! Legolas!" Silinde cried at the feeling of them touching 
together fully naked for the first time. (Legolas! Oh! Legolas!) 
 
"Silinde!" Legolas called back. 
 
He began to gyrate his hips, enjoying the friction it caused between 
them and his hands pulled Silinde atop him so that he could 
properly feel his bum.  
 
"Le sui nin rhaw?" Silinde asked, both amused and aroused. (Thee 
like my body?) 
 
"Al, im mil lin rhaw" Legolas assured. (No, I love thy body) 
 
Silinde's eyes closed once more, starting to feel overcome by the 
feelings Legolas' actions and words were causing in him. 
"Legolas...Legolas, im car al cen-" he started to say but was cut off 
by a finger put gently to his lips. (I do not see-) 
 
Legolas gently rolled them over so Silinde was lying on his 
backside and he began trailing kisses down his chest and stomach 
and across his thighs. Silinde began to writhe against the sheets and 
he called out Legolas' name between gasps and Legolas saw that he 
was very close indeed to his limit. 
 
He smiled lightly, happily and he lowered his head so it hovered 
just above Silinde's penis. Legolas blew a puff of cold air over the 
head, making Silinde gasp desperately. He felt like being further 
torturous so he swirled his tongue around the head next pulling 
away slightly when Silinde bucked his hips. 
 
"Legolas!" Silinde shouted passionately.  
 
Legolas finally decided to put the poor elf out of his misery and he 
encompassed his length, swallowing it down his throat. Silinde 
cried out desperately, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to 
maintain control. It was all he could do to keep himself from 
loosing his seed right then. As he finally regained some of his 
senses, he recalled the need to breathe and nodded to Legolas that 
he was quite fine for him to go on. 
 
Legolas moved his mouth up and down on Silinde, running his 
tongue along the underside of his shaft and sucking him in gently. 
Silinde clung to the sheets as if that was his only way to keep some 
semblance of control over himself. All too soon, though, he lost the 
small measure of control he could maintain and he spilled forth 
into Legolas' hungry mouth.  
 
"Legolas," Silinde panted, trying to regain his senses. 
 
"Na dinen, nin seron," Legolas cooed into Silende's ear and he held 
him protectively in his arms. (Be Silent, my lover) 
 
"Nin seron," Silinde repeated dreamily. (my lover) 
 
"Man?" Legolas questioned. (What) 
 
"Im mil le," Silinde confessed. (I love thee) 
 
"A im mil le," Legolas agreed with a warm smile. (And I love thee) 
 
Silinde smiled warmly, feeling much better than he had in so long 
he could not recall. 
 
"Im anira an na ah le," Legolas said, his voice a soft caress. (I desire 
to be with thee) 
 
Silinde understood well enough what Legolas meant and he 
pondered what they could use in place of lubricant. It was not like 
he had reason to keep such things around. After a moment he 
remembered his massage oil and he went and retrieved it quickly 
from his equipment. Typically he used it for when training got a bit 
rough, but it would be perfectly fine for this.  
 
Lying back next to Legolas on the bed, he handed him the phial. 
Legolas smiled, taking the phial, closing one hand around it to 
warm the contents. As he did so he leaned closer to Silinde and 
their lips softly brushed together. 
 
"Taur," Silinde said. (Sublime) 
 
"Im mil lin lend mib," Legolas returned. (I love thy sweet kisses.) 
 
Legolas' words set Silinde off in a frenzy of passionate kisses. He 
began with Legolas' lips, claiming the inside of his mouth with his 
tongue. Then he claimed his neck with small butterfly kisses and 
gave each of Legolas' ears a turn. It did not take him long to have 
Legolas writhing on the bed and calling out his name. 
 
"Silinde! Silinde! Im anira le!" Legolas pleaded. (I desire thee) 
 
Silinde ceased his ministrations and nodded to Legolas that he was 
ready. Legolas opened the phial and poured some of the contents 
out onto his hands, gently probing at Silinde's entrance with a 
finger. 
 
Silinde gasped and his face clenched before he reminded himself to 
relax at the touch and show Legolas his trust. When Legolas felt 
him relax his finger delved deeper until he very softly stroked the 
sweet spot deep within him. 
 
"Legolas!" Silinde cried out and unconsciously bucked his hips. "Im 
baur le." (I need thee) 
 
Legolas smiled and placed a soft kiss upon Silinde's brow to calm 
him. He could not rush this along no matter how much he desired 
to do so. Silinde seemed fairly inexperienced, though he was 
learning things very quickly. He had to make special care that he 
did not harm his friend and lover. 
 
The sweet kiss did help Silinde to relax and Legolas was able to 
carefully make a second finger join the first. He slowly slid a third 
in and began to gently work them around inside Silinde, caressing 
his sensitive spot just often enough to keep the elf writhing beneath 
him on the bed. 
 
"Im mil le," Legolas called out gently as he removed his fingers. 
 
Before Silinde could hardly get out a disappointed humph at the 
loss of contact the fingers were replaced with Legolas penis after he 
finished coating himself with the oil.  
 
Silinde nodded that he was ready and Legolas slowly, gently 
entered Silinde stopping only when he felt himself make contact 
with the special spot in Silinde's depths.  
 
Legolas looked at Silinde's face to ensure that he was bringing no 
harm to him and saw only pleasure and love shining in his eyes. 
 
"A im mil le," Silinde answered finally. 
 
With a warm smile at the words, Legolas began to gently move 
inside him. Within just a few strokes he found his eyes were 
fluttering shut, making it quite impossible to fulfill his desire to 
watch and memorize Silinde's every reaction to him.  
 
"Ai, Silinde..." Legolas called within a low moan. (Oh, Silinde...) 
 
"Legolas!" Silinde returned with passion as he moved with Legolas, 
urging him to speed up. 
 
Legolas readily complied, his breathing becoming more erratic still. 
Legolas' hands circled around Silinde's penis, the strokes causing 
Silinde's head to toss back and forth in abandon. Silinde gripped 
the sheets tightly and within moments his entire body clenched and 
he called out quite loudly as his second climax of the day hit him 
hard. 
 
Legolas completely let go of himself as his passions coursed 
through him all the more at Silinde's strong reaction. After a few 
more strokes into the tight, clenching body, Legolas found his own 
climax and he called out his lovers name just as loudly.  
 
Legolas collapsed beside Silinde on the bed and they kissed each 
other softly a few times. They wrapped their arms around one 
another for warmth and protection as they both quickly joined the 
dream world. 
 
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~~The End~~

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