Carandol the Novice

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Well...here we go again...

Carandol The Novice 1/?
Author: Sebastian
Email: sebastian.s@btinternet.com
Archive: AdultFanFiction.net. OEAM, Anyone else, just let me know where it is.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Carandol (OMegolegolas, Thranduil/???, Elladan & Elrohir/Lindir & most of the Elves of Mirkwood.
Genre: Fictional Person Slash. Humour
Warnings: AU, sex, bad language, more sex…even worse language……..
Summary: Continues from Carandol the Matchmaker. Carandol has been sent to Mirkwood to improve his…er… skills. Can he survive the spiders, the orcs, and, more to the point, can he survive the Mirkwood Cadet Corps?!
Timeline: Third Age, before the Fellowship.
Disclaimer: I only own Carandol and his machinations. Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. No infringement of copyright is intended. I bow to the master. This offering is written purely for fun and no profit is being made. Sigh…

Notes at the end.

This one’s mainly smut…


Chapter 1: Cadets, caves and carnal delights.

Welcome to the armpit of Arda… where the screams of the inmates and the screeches of the giant spiders create a satisfyingly atmospheric backdrop to the dark, dank and depressing forests of this scarrred realm.

Oh…very well…your Majestic-ness, I’ll be good…just this once…
but only to maintain reasonable diplomatic relations… and keep me out of the cells…ahem…

Welcome to sunny Mirkwood… where the happy voices of gay bands of elves floats over the pleasure gardens, fountains and woods of this beautiful realm.

I can’t say this! The only thing that’s accurate is the ‘gay’ bands of elves…and even their friskiness is a bit suspect…

Alright…alright… just don’t put me on latrine duty… even though I’m talking s…!

Mirkwood is… the place for errant elflings and drunken warriors to learn how to do it better without being caught. Which is why I’m here…to learn how to not get caught…oh, and I might even manage to get my cherry popped. Imladris was my playground until a short time ago but I’ve been packed off to Mirkwood to stay out of mischief…?

And that’s going to work!

The journey here took several days of riding and sleeping rough, though some slept in the rough and rode. Thranduil managed to extract his daughter Serafir from Imladris’ barracks. She was not impressed and her screams of protest caused young Galadhrim to leap from their talans in Lothlórien and prepare for attack. Most of Mirkwood’s boys are returning with us, those that could be found and identified, and also big Gildor, oh…and, of course (even bigger) Glorfindel.

Legolas is also returning with us and keeping an eye on me…well the in-horse entertainment leaves much to be desired, so I can understand this…

Elladan and Elrohir have decided to grace us with their presence, and also Lindir, who Elrond pronounced was in need of “hardening up”, though I think the twins do a good job of that already.

On arrival, we are welcomed at the elaborately carved stone entrance to the cavernous home of the Mirkwood king and I gather up my things and make for the heavy doors guarding the access.

“No, Carandol, you will be sleeping in the barracks,” says the king as he stops me from entering.

“What?”

“Ada?” Legolas looks none too pleased.

I don’t blame him. The probability of being left alone to ‘sleep’ there is as likely as Durin XXVIII*, or whatever number the dwarves are up to now, calling his offspring Nigel.

“Legolas,” says Thranduil, “Carandol must learn to take care of himself. That’s what he is here for.”

“But, Ada, he’s our guest,” Legolas says.

“No, my son, he is here to continue his training,” says the king, firmly. “He will join the small company of cadets and will not receive any special favours…from anyone,” and he looks at his son meaningfully.

Thank you so much your worship! I look at Thranduil and am about to voice my objection when Gildor wanders over.

“Don’t worry, young one,” he say, “I’m sleeping in there too. I volunteered to help out with the new recruits for a while, so I’ll be showing you the ropes.”

Yes…and the shackles and the chains and those peculiar little balls tied together with string …

I feel so reassured…Hmmm!

“Come,” Gildor says and rejoins his Mirkwood chums as they make towards the cavernous barracks. I follow glumly.

“It’s not so bad, Carandol,” says Legolas, running up behind me. “Your bed will be a bit hard and narrow but you’ll manage. You won’t be in it for long, anyway.”

“And why is that?” I ask, “Do you think I’ll be in someone else’s so soon?”

“Well… yes, but I meant…”

“He means that there will be little time for sleep.” says Gildor and gestures for me to follow him.

That’s what I was afraid of…

* * *

I’ve heard that the barracks are as dingy as a Dúnadan’s underpants after being in the wilds for a couple of months, so I’m pleasantly surprised to find them clean and dry, albeit austere. The cadet’s quarters are off to one side of the main passageway but not far enough from the soldiers quarters to prevent relations amongst the ranks. I’ve been told that the soldiers enjoy a little cadet every now and again…but luckily, they couldn’t eat more than one. Gildor tells me to find an empty bed to stow my things, then wanders off to find his own room.

I look around the vacant dormitory. Small windows are cut into the stone letting in a little welcome light. There are a dozen beds in here and each has some personal effects on a small table beside it. I glance along the row: some books, hairbrushes, a small likeness of someone, perfume, oils, feathers…probably for dusting, a long, hard leather object…probably for…!

At the end of the row I find a couple of empty beds and choose the one beside the wall at the far end of the room and sit down. It creaks. Great…no wonder it’s spare. There is a large fireplace in the centre of one of the long walls but the fire is not yet lit. I shiver a little for the stone surrounding me makes me feel cold, so I wrap myself up in a blanket and curl up on top of the bed. As expected, the bed is hard but I’m exhausted and decide to have a nap, certain that an aching neck will be the only stiffness I can expect when I wake up…

I open my eyes as I have been disturbed by something… I must have slept for a time but it’s still dark in the room so it can’t be the dawn chorus. Then I hear it again…slurping, and somehing else…moaning, and not just from one bed. Oh, Elbereth, maybe they’re all at it…sucking, wanking, and probably fucking, for all I know.

Could this be some kind of traditional cadet reveille? Or is this the early morning work-out? All I know is I wouldn’t want to do their laundry!

I pull the cover up over my ears but then I’m aware of a hand which reaches under the blanket and touches my thigh. I go rigid…and the hand moves upwards to my flaccid cock and I start to go rigid again!

I’m still a bit drowsy which gives the hand time to explore a little, running a finger over my bulge and tracing its shape through my leggings.

“No…I don’t…want…” I squeak.

“Relax. Enjoy it,” says a soft voice. “You’re new here, so call it an initiation ceremony.”

And the hand rubs over my awakening stiffie and I groan. He sniggers and massages me faster. I know he expects me to perform some sort of rookie ritual with him, but there’s going to be no unofficial unveiling tonight.

I feel the weight on the cot move as he bends towards me, and as he grips my cock harder I lunge forward, unfortunately, crashing my head against his face.

“Shit,” says a muffled voice, and the weight moves backwards again.

“Sorry…I can’t see anything in this dark,” I say and reach towards an empty space.

“By Mandos’ balls, Filegluin! Just do him and keep quiet will you, you’re putting me off my stroke here,” says a disgruntled voice.

But I hear my visitor moving away and then its quiet again, except for the odd grunt, and I lay back, trembling a little.

Someone sniggers in the bed beside me. I know that laugh. Then he snorts.

“Shut up, Lin,” I say, but there’s silence, and I can only assume he’s got his mouth full.

* * *

The next morning after breakfast I run my eye over my fellow cadets. Some look dazed, others look nackered. One has a black eye. He’s the welcoming committee then. I nod in his direction and the pale blue eyes of a sweet-looking young elf smile at me in understanding. Lindir is the only one who looks reasonably fresh and he grins at me through his unruly pale hair which he hastily tries to braid while we wait for our captain.

“Didn’t have much time this morning,” he says and chuckles suggestively.

“I suppose you observed all the niceties of this rite of…er… back passage?” I ask.

Lindir chuckles. “Certainly…why waste an opportunity to take part in an… opening… ceremony?” he asks, as Gildor arrives.

“Good morning, cadets. I hope you all had a satisfactory night, and that you two,” and he turns towards Lindir and myself, “got all you needed. Now…” And he proceeds to give us the orders for the day.

* * *

The morning is to be spent improving our archery skills, which I sorely need, and the afternoon studying army tactics, although I was already witness to a few of them last night.

We stroll over to the practice range where targets and equipment have already been prepared. Each of us has our own roughly-woven straw object with which we are to demonstrate our expertise. My target looks uncannily like a body so I pick up my equipment, think of the king and shoot…in the area where the groin would be.

Yes! Now I feel much better.

Gildor moves along the line of cadets giving advice and I am so engrossed in deflowering my straw Thranduil, that I do not hear when someone approaches. A warm, hard body stands behind me and places strong hands on my hips.

“Don’t move, Carandol.”

Legolas!

“I will help you perfect your technique.”

Oh…yes, please! But you’d better help me with this bow first…

He moves his body closer and I can feel him nuzzle into my hair then breathe in deeply before leaning back a little.

“Let me have a look at your position,” he says, and stands back to gaze e the thoughtfully.

I remain completely still, aiming at the target, while he moves all around me.

“Legolas, I can’t keep this up,” I say, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“You will have to learn self control,” he says and adjusts my body into a more precise angle.

Not like this, I won’t, and definitely not with your hands on me.

“Lift your back arm like this and hold it rigid. Make sure that your bow arm is straight. A bit higher, Carandol. That’s it.”

He stands again and looks at me again. “Look along your shaft and only discharge when it is in the right position.”

“We are still talking about archery, aren’t we?” I ask, a little confused.

“Of course, Carandol. What else?” and he smiles at me, sweetly.

I’m not convinced by his innocent expression but I let him continue.

“You must remain firm at all times. Never let your body go limp.”

“Legolas?!”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

He looks at me, still with the same innocent look.

“You must become an extension of your tool and concentrate on the place you are aiming for.”

“You’re doing this deliberately, aren’t you?” I ask.

“Doing what?”

“Testing my self control again.”

“I haven’t even started that yet, Carandol.”

Oh…Eru!

He stands in front of me and slightly adjusts the position of my bow and I just manage to catch a fleeting but very salacious expression in his eyes.

“Make sure that your top and bottom limbs* are vertical for our practice sessions. Later, when you have become more proficient, you can hold your limbs at any angle to your body for the greatest effect, so that when you are ready to release you will know that your weapon will always hit its mark.”

“Enough! Legolas, you’re making me…making my…”

“Are you alright, Carandol?” he asks ingenuously.

Oh, fine. I’ve got a rigid arrow, my limbs are perpendicular and I’m almost ready to release. Why is he asking?

“Yes,” I say, biting my lip.

Legolas continues. “Remember, keep your eye on your quarry as you nock your arrow. Pull your string back and hold your position.”

I stand there, erect and stiff, wondering if he wants me to shoot my missile or leave me in a tortuous state while he studies my …technique.

He moves closer and makes a few last adjustments. His proximity is unnerving and my cock responds to Legolas much more rapidly than it does to anyone else, swelling to an agonising readiness. I beg it silently for a little retraint, but it’s no good.

“Now, remember what this feels like,” he says, softly, and wipes his tongue over my kips as he briefly but firmly fondles my throbbing cock.

Suddenly he moves away. “You can release now,” he says with a smirk.

And I do, right into the heart of the target and then into my leggings.

* * *

Legolas continues to help Gildor with the other cadets while I have to return early to bathe and change. I don’t want to spend another night feeling frustrated and lonely, so, when we’ve all eaten and the evening’s extra curricular activities have started, I choose to see if I can sneak into the main palace and have a look around. The idea of coming across the prince’s rooms never crosses my mind, of course. Lindecidecides to come with me, also not thinking about locating the twins.

The palace is a labyrinth of stone passages and after some time going around in circles, we lean against a wall wondering which way to go next.

It is completely silent for a moment and then we hear voices, a low murmer, which we instinctively walk towards.

We come against a large oak door behind which two males are talking softly and I can just make out some of the words…

“Oh, my sweet warrior… touch me… harder… oh yes…. use your tongue… ahhhh…. Now… strip for me.”

I snort and then there is a rustle from inside the room. Lindir leans in.

“You are so mouth-watering…so…Oh, Valar…that… that is…remarkable…!”

“That’s Thranduil’s voice,” says Lindir, “This must be his room. We should go.”

“No fear,” I say and put my hand on the door handle.

“You can’t be serious, Carandol, “you can’t go in there!”

“I have to see who he’s with,” I say, although I have a very good idea.

“No…” Lindir’s face looks white even in this weak light and he grips my arm.

Then there’s a groan from behind the door, and the king speaks again.

“Use three…no, four… oooh…mmmm….”

We both look at each other. I turn the handle.

“I’m not coming with you,” says Lindir, backing away.

“Why not?” I ask.

“Do you have any idea what he’ll do to you if he catches you spying on him?”

“It can’t be any worse than the barracks,” I say, naively.

“You think so? Perhaps you haven’t heard of the selection of strange round objects pickled in jars in the infirmary.”

I stare at him, and he makes a face. O.K. so I very nearly believed him.

“I have to know,” I state, finally.

“Fine, you can tell me about it, after he removes the manacles and lets you out of the cells. I’m off to find the twins,” and Lindir walks away down the passageway.

I turn back, sigh, and open the door. It is well lubricated and it opens noiselessly.

I peer in…and gasp at the perfection of the scene in front of me.

In a low golden light I can just make out two well-muscled bodies lying prone upon a large ornate bed. The elf on top is stretched half over the back of the other and is moving his fingers in and out of the welcoming arse underneath him, which undulates up and down as it asks for more. The fingers are slowly removed and the one on top repositions himself over the elf pinned, face downwards, beneath him. He then lifts up his hips and presses his large erection home, gradually pushing inside without a pause. The two elves groan, one in sublime appreciation, the other in total acceptance, and both are beautiful in their love-making, neither of them aware of anything apart from the other. Then the body on top removes his cock slowly and pushes home again, leisurely thrusting into the greedy channel beneath him. He then pauses and spreads his glorious body over the one he is taking. He kisses the neck below him entwining his fingers through the other’s above his head in a gesture of affection and possession, before lifting his buttocks again to resume his deep penetration.

I close my mouth, sigh in contentment and remove myself.

Problem solved.

* * *

The dormitory is quiet and the lanterns have been extinguished by the time I get back from the washroom. I feel my way along the beds to the end of the room and know that I’ve reached my bed when it creaks.

I hear a movement in the bed beside me.

“Lindir?”

He grunts and then I hear him move a little.

“Didn’t you find the twins?”

Another grunt.

Suddenly, a hand is firmly placed over my mouth. Then I feel hair on my face and the hand is removed to be replaced by soft lips on mine.

“Lin…!” I try to say, but my mouth is otherwise engaged.

“Mmmmm…” says the minstrel, and then moves back.

“Look, I know you feel frustrated, but this isn’t a good idea,” I say, a bit bewildered.

Then the lips come back and it feels incredible… passionate and filled with longing. And then I remember this kiss and this scent…and I push the figure away from me slightly.

“Legolas!”

“Yes.”

“What are you…”

But the lips return and I am so aroused from what I recently witnessed in the palace that I throw my arms around his shoulders and hold him tight.

My hands rake through his hair, across his back, grip his neck, then hold his head to keep his lips tightly to mine, and his long agile tongue down my throat. Then I fondle his bottom.

He breaks free and giggles. “Mmmm…Carandol…you have forgiven me then? Or are you just feeling deprived. Strange, the cadets quarters are reputed to be quite…um… active. That’s one of the reasons I’m here, actually, to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’m fine, Legolas, but missing you.” I say, without thinking.

“Really?” he says, and I can hear the pleasure in his voice.

“Yes. And I should apologise to you. I…”

“Oh, Carandol.”

He kisses me again and my toes curl, my body starts humming and my impulsive cock pokes at my leggings to let me know it wants to come out and play. Then Legolas moves over and stretches out on top of me, rubbing his groin into mine.

“We can’t do this here,” I say, alarmed.

“I know, but perhaps just a little something…”

He sits back and feels for my groin and I’m grateful that my sleep leggings are loose so he can pull them down easily. My cock bounces up, stretches even further out of its kitbag and looks straight at its playmate, opening its eye a little to let a tear fall in greeting. The prince rubs the head and firmly strokes over my solid shaft and I lurch upwards.

“Oh, Legolas…” I say, too loudly.

“Sshh, my sweet. Self-control, remember. Unless you want to give the other cadets a treat.”

Oh bugger my self control… and bugger the cadets…no, no, bugger me…oh…gods…!

I reach out to him and feel that he’s only got his robe on which I open swiftly and move my hands inside to feel his warm, smooth body. He moves down over me and now we are skin against skin so that when he rubs his erection over mine the sensation is like lightning and my cock almost sings in bliss.

He covers my face with kisses and his hot tongue licks at my throat and neck and I am in paradise. I move my hands down and grip his tight buttocks to pull his cock even firmer against me and Legolas groans his approval as he gyrates his groin over mine. Then he lifts himself a bit, spits on his hand, and wipes his saliva over two swollen, blood-filled cocks to mix with the pre-seminal fluid that oozes from both of us. Holding both slick erections together, he begins to pump again as I raise my hips with him, working us into a faster pace. Its awkward at first, but we find our rhythm and I can almost imagine sparks flying from our shafts, they’re smouldering so.

The tempo builds up, the bed creaks even louder and the metal bedstead starts to bang against the wall.

“Don’t stop.” I whisper urgently.

“Never… ” he manages to say. “I need this…you need this…”

And then there’s a low murmer and someone giggles on the other side of the room. But I no longer care for I can feel my balls expand as I prepare to explode and Legolas is panting hard and moaning continuously, so I know that we’re both on the brink. He leans forward, presses his mouth to mine and buries our screams of pleasure as we burst, convulsing togther as our bodies are covered in a warm and wet mixture of cum and sweat. I lay still, my sensitised cock twitching as Legolas buries his head in the crook of my hot neck, breathing heavily.

And then there’s a light, faint at first, but getting brighter.

“Carandol!”

Its Gildor. Legolas looks up.

“Prince Legolas, my apologies,” Gildor says, straight-faced and unembarrassed.

“No matter, Gildor, I’m just going.” And Legolas removes himself, wraps his robe about him, leans down, kisses me gently and is gone.

I look at Gildor and quickly pull a corner of the cover over my sticky body.

“I’m sorry, Gildor, the bed creaks.”

“No, Carandol, it was your banging that woke me!” he says, simply.

* * *

Translation:

Filegluin – little blue bird
Carandol – Caran: red, Dol: head.

Notes:

Durin – the line of dwarves which were prominent during the Third Age. However, they only got up to Durin VII, during the Fourth Age, but this could have seemed like more to Elves who remembered most of the Durins, although not quite as many as XXVIII (28).

Dúnadan – one of the Dúnedain, men who sailed to the island of Númenor in the Second Age and established a kingdom there. They eventually returnined to Arda, and split into two groups, one in Arnor, in the North, and the other in Gondor. During the Third Age, the Dúnedain of the North were regularly attacked by the hosts of the Witch-king of Angmar and their numbers were greatly reduced. Many became Rangers, wandering the wilds and protecting the innocent from the dark forces. Aragorn was one of the Rangers of the North.

Elbereth – see Eru

Eru – or Ilúvatar – the ‘One” who created the Ainur. Through the will of Ilúvatar, the Ainur created Arda and the heavens. The fourteen greatest of the Ainur (not including Melkor) were the Valar and they were ruled over by Manwë and his wife Varda, called Elbereth by the Elves in Middle Earth.

Phew! Nothing like a bit of history to put you in the mood…!

The ‘limbs’ of a bow constitute its main body, and radiate out from the central point where the arrow is held.

Sebastian