Title: A Rose By Another Name
Author: Blueberry Pancakes (Blueberry_Pancakes14@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Thranduil/Oropher
Rating: R
Summary: A late night meeting between Thranduil and Oropher leads
to unexpected happenings
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned LOTR, along with the million and a
half other people.
Warning: Incest
Authors Note: I can't believe I wrote this...  This is one of those, "I
was lying awake in bed one night, and I couldn't get this scene out of
my head, so I wrote it out." Please don't flame me for it, I've beaten
myself up enough already.


	The door swung open forcefully, connecting with the wall with a
heavy thud.
	Thranduil looked up to see his father, Oropher, King of
Mirkwood the Great, standing in the open doorway.  'Father...' He
uttered as Oropher stalked towards him.
	Oropher pinned him to the wall, and kissed him hard on the lips.
	Thranduil's eyes went wide, but then, something happened that
both shocked and exhilarated him: his eyes slid closed, and he wrapped
his arms around Oropher's neck, plunging his tongue deep into the
warm mouth.
	  Oropher gasped, his eyes grew wide for a moment, and he found
himself tenderly responding, bringing his hand to caress Thranduil's
cheek.  He fell onto the bed, Thranduil jumping on after him, 
straddling
his hips.
	Thranduil held Oropher's head in his hands as he kissed him
passionately, threading his nimble fingers through Oropher's raven
hair.
	In the midst of passion, they tore at each other's clothes;
Thranduil quickly disposed of his undershirt and leggings before
ripping open Oropher's silk undershirt, displaying a perfectly sculpted
alabaster chest, heaving with every gulped breath.  Tantalizingly, he
undid the lacings on the one article of clothing that was not thrown
carelessly on the floor, delicately pulling the leggings off as if 
Oropher
was fragile, and meant to be handled with care.
	Oropher took hold of his shoulders, and brought him down into a
deep kiss; he threaded his hands through Thranduil's golden hair.
	Thranduil broke the kiss after a moment, and slid slowly down
Oropher's pale torso, pausing before he threw his legs open, and
enveloped him completely in his mouth.
	Oropher groaned in pleasure, and bucked his hips, 'Ai...' He
threw his head from side to side on the pillows.
	Thranduil dug his nails into Oropher's side, dragging his hands
down the full length of his torso.
	Oropher's eyes were wide, and sightless, he stared up at the 
silk
canopy that lay above them.
	Thranduil shot upwards, his tongue leaving a silvery trail up
Oropher's chest, and incarcerating his mouth with his own.  He
growled savagely and pressed down.
	Oropher moaned, and twisted his legs around him, pulling him
forward into him even farther.  He groaned, breathing heavily; he 
stared
deep into Thranduil's blue eyes with his own orbs of darkened steel, 
his
mind swimming in ecstasy.
	Thranduil slid his arms around his back, and pulled him close.
	Oropher arched forward into him, 'Ai... Thranduil... ai...' He
moaned erotically, calling out Thranduil's name over and over again,
each time heightening with sensuality and desperate ache.  'Ai, 
harder!'
He demanded, 'Harder, Thranduil, harder!'
	Thranduil did as he was told; Oropher's eyes rolled back into 
his
head, his heart beating so fast he though it would burst.
	Thranduil groaned, and they collapsed onto each other, he not
changing his position.  His hand fell to gently toy with the tip of a
pointed ear before he slowly left him.
	He gathered Oropher into his arms, letting him rest his head on
his sweat drenched chest.
	Oropher raised his head and tenderly kissed him on the lips
before dropping back down, breathing heavily and holding onto
Thranduil's lithe body.
	Thranduil leaned his head down, and gently kissed Oropher's
sweaty brow.
	'Nalle ere' er sint amin ten' mani naamin.' Oropher murmured,
and rested his hand on Thranduil's chest.  (You are the only one to
know me for what I am)
	Thranduil reached down, and gently caught Oropher's hand,
bringing to his lips and kissing it tenderly before holding it close to 
his
heart.
	Thranduil awoke drenched in sweat; he shot up in bed, breathing
heavily.  He fell back onto the pillows, letting his arm fall 
lifelessly out
to the side.
	'Mmmm...' Someone was beside him, their hand on his chest.

The End


Am I sick?  Am I twisted?  Yes.  Definitely.
*Lowers head in shame*
I wrote an incest fic... ewwww!!!  Sorry, just had to get that out.