Orchids in 'Lorien
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A Surprise Visit
Title: Orchids in ‘Lórien 11/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/groups/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Orophin (main)
Summary: Orophin is out on one of his conquests, but soon learns that his feelings for Legolas run deeper than he expected. Will the Prince return his love?
Legolas and Orophin lay in a small clearing in the woods, dressed in nothing but moonlight. There were neither clouds nor breeze, and the sky glittered with billions of stars. The forest was quiet except for the chirping of insects and the occasional hooting of an owl.
“’Tis a beautiful night, is it not?” Legolas asked turning his attention from the sky to Orophin, whose face held not a hint of a smile. “But it is a thousand times more beautiful with you lying next to me.”
Orophin’s curved slightly upward. “I could say the same, Princeling.”
“Then why have you held such a somber expression since we left ‘Lorien this morning? Do you miss your brothers already?”
“No, I do not miss them…yet.” Orophin chuckled, but his laugh was tense. “Only they said some things to me which have caused me to worry.”
Legolas turned onto his side and raised himself slightly on one arm. He looked at the Silven Elf with genuine concern, “What did they tell you, meleth?”
“They said that I am making a mistake, going with you; that I let you walk all over me. They said that you do not love me, and you will send me back when you become bored with me and no longer need me in your bed.”
“Ai, Orophin, you need not worry about such things. I do love you and will never tire of you,” Legolas said as he took Orophin’s hand in his own. “Your brothers are concerned, and that is understandable; but their words lack judgment.”
Orophin turned to face Legolas, gray eyes expressing his inner turmoil. “Haldir said that you took lovers to your bed while we were apart. Did you?” he asked.
“No, meleth, I did not. You are the only one for me,” Legolas said, caressing Orophin’s cheek with his fingers and brushed his lips against his lover’s.
The ‘Lórien Elf pulled back, somewhat angrily. “Why did you not answer my letters?”
“I never received any letters from you, Orophin; but I did write to you, many times.”
Orophin snickered, “I did not get them.”
“Someone must be jealous of us,” said Legolas, “jealous of our happiness. They must have tried to keep both of us from receiving the other’s letters, hoping it would tear us apart. But it no longer matters, we are together now.” Legolas nuzzled his lover’s neck, taking in the scent of his hair. “Never doubt my love for you.”
“I love you too,” Orophin said, and the Elves took each others’ lips in a sweet kiss: a kiss during which one lover forgave all lies and wrongs still unknown to them, but sensed nonetheless, and the other greedily took everything that was offered to him.
*****
It was not uncommon for a group of guardians to throw a small party a couple of nights before leaving for border duty— this was one of those nights. Although Haldir and Rúmil were not among the Elves to be leaving for the border, they had still joined their friends in the fun.
“I think I should take him back to our talan,” Haldir said, gesturing towards his brother, who sat swaying upon a stump near the bonfire with a content smile upon his face. Rúmil had challenged Haldir to a drinking contest, as he had done numerous times before, and lost as usual.
“Will you come back?” asked one of the Elves.
“Most likely,” answered the Marchwarden as he rose to his feet. Luckily he made his way to his brother’s side before the younger Elf fell from his seat. “Come, Rúmil. We are going home.” Haldir helped his brother up and supported him as they walked passed the other Elves who teased Rúmil. “Perhaps you will have better luck next time, young one. Do not lose hope,” the called after him. Rúmil only hiccupped in response.
“I bid you all goodnight, just incase I decide not to return,” Haldir said to his companions, and each of them responded with their own farewell.
Haldir had trouble getting Rúmil up the stairs, feeling slightly dizzy himself, but somehow managed to get them both safely to their talan. “No more drinking games for you,” he warned before sending his brother off to his bedroom.
Rúmil had almost made it across the dark room, but stumbled over a pair of boots lying near the bed. His heart jumped with fear when a strong hand grabbed his arm before he hit the ground.
“Careful, darling, do not hurt yourself— I still have plans for you tonight,” said a familiar, low voice.
“Erestor?” he gasped, and everything went black. So much for the Councilor’s plans…
*****
Haldir had meant to rejoin his friends, but the difficult walk home made him realize he was too tired and drunk. It rarely happened that he would go to sleep without bathing and brushing his teeth and hair, but being as weary as he was, the Marchwarden entered his room and plopped down on his bed, still fully dressed.
Glorfindel was already in bed, waiting for him. He immediately straddled the Marchwarden’s thighs and wrapped strong fingers around his throat, as if to strangle him. “You should wary of strangers who wait for you in your bed, you know not their intentions.”
“You are not stranger, meleth-nin,” Haldir answered.
“You can see in the dark?”
“Nay, but I recognized the scent of you. The spicy aroma of your skin is always in my memory. I must admit I was not expecting you, why have you not sent word that you were coming?”
“It was a sudden decision. Erestor and I thought it would be a nice surprise. Does my presence displease you?” Glorfindel asked, quizzically.
“If I say it does not please me, will you make an extra effort to change that?”
“Hmm…” Glorfindel seemed to be ignoring Haldir’s question as he ran his hand over the Marchwarden’s tunic and leggings. “Is it the way of the Galadhrim to sleep fully clothed?”
“You have shared a bed with a Galadrim more than once before, you should know how one prefers to sleep.” Glorfindel gave no answer, only ripped Haldir’s tunic down the front. “I am not a very rich Elf,” Haldir said, the sound of ripping clothes brought back memories that made his cock stir.
“I will buy you another… and more if you perform well this night.”
Haldir laughed, “You would buy me anything I wanted, even if I chose not to perform at all. I have you wrapped around my finger, Balrog slayer.”
Glorfindel slid his hand down his lover’s smooth torso and slipped it under the band of his leggings. The hair surrounding Haldir’s cock was soft in contrast with the stiff flesh. “Perhaps, but you seem more than willing to perform,” he said, massaging Haldir’s arousal.
“I would not mind some new leggings,” Haldir suggested.
“Oh, but I will not ruin these. They fit you so well,” Glorfindel said, recognizing the material of the leggings Haldir wore the last time they were together. He carefully untied and slid them down the Marchwarden’s legs and licked up the underside of the erection that sprang free.
“Aya!” Haldir exclaimed, as Glorfindel swirled his tongue up and down the length of his cock. The golden-haired lord crawled back up his body and pressed supple lips against his. Haldir could taste the sweetness of his own sex in his lover’s mouth. A hand continued to stroke him while Glorfindel moved to kiss his neck. Haldir moaned and thrust into the palm enclosed around his cock.
“Saes! I want to feel you in me, melethron-nin.” Glorfindel ignored his cries and continued to lap at his nipple, his own arousal poking Haldir’s thigh. The Silvan Elf grabbed handfuls of his lover’s hair; Elvish curse filled the air.
“Tell me what you want me to do and I will try my best to satisfy your desires,” said Glorfindel.
A loud moan left Haldir’s lips before he spoke. “I want you to pierce me with your length, a'maelamin, and fuck me until I split in two.”
“Lying here as you are?”
“Aye!”
“Do you want me to ease into you slowly, or claim you with one fluid thrust?”
Haldir whimpered. “It does not matter, just do it before I go mad...”
Glorfindel chuckled, giving into his lover and raising his hips to position himself at his entrance.
Haldir clenched the sheets and held his breath while his lover took his time penetrating him. His cock ached with need; he tried to stroke himself, but Glorfindel slapped his hand away.
Haldir’s body was driven into the mattress with every forceful thrust. His cock bobbed and every once in a while a drop of seed would fall and splatter as it hit his stomach. He tried repeatedly to grab his aching member, but Glorfindel would not allow it, and only thrust harder into his writhing lover, attacking his sweet spot with repetitive strikes.
“Gods!” he cried, feeling the intense orgasm coming on. He wrapped his legs tightly around Glorfindel’s waist, and clung to the warrior’s broad shoulders as he climaxed. Hot semen shot out from his untouched flesh and covered both their abdomens. It was the most euphoric climax Haldir had ever experienced, and he forgave his lover for not allowing him to stroke himself.
Haldir’s tightening muscles drove Glorfindel over the edge, and with after a few more thrusts, he spilled himself into the limp body of his stated, exhausted lover. He laid Haldir back onto the mattress and placed a light kiss on the warm lips of his sleeping lover. “Sleep well, meleth-nin.”
Tbc….
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Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/groups/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Orophin (main)
Summary: Orophin is out on one of his conquests, but soon learns that his feelings for Legolas run deeper than he expected. Will the Prince return his love?
Legolas and Orophin lay in a small clearing in the woods, dressed in nothing but moonlight. There were neither clouds nor breeze, and the sky glittered with billions of stars. The forest was quiet except for the chirping of insects and the occasional hooting of an owl.
“’Tis a beautiful night, is it not?” Legolas asked turning his attention from the sky to Orophin, whose face held not a hint of a smile. “But it is a thousand times more beautiful with you lying next to me.”
Orophin’s curved slightly upward. “I could say the same, Princeling.”
“Then why have you held such a somber expression since we left ‘Lorien this morning? Do you miss your brothers already?”
“No, I do not miss them…yet.” Orophin chuckled, but his laugh was tense. “Only they said some things to me which have caused me to worry.”
Legolas turned onto his side and raised himself slightly on one arm. He looked at the Silven Elf with genuine concern, “What did they tell you, meleth?”
“They said that I am making a mistake, going with you; that I let you walk all over me. They said that you do not love me, and you will send me back when you become bored with me and no longer need me in your bed.”
“Ai, Orophin, you need not worry about such things. I do love you and will never tire of you,” Legolas said as he took Orophin’s hand in his own. “Your brothers are concerned, and that is understandable; but their words lack judgment.”
Orophin turned to face Legolas, gray eyes expressing his inner turmoil. “Haldir said that you took lovers to your bed while we were apart. Did you?” he asked.
“No, meleth, I did not. You are the only one for me,” Legolas said, caressing Orophin’s cheek with his fingers and brushed his lips against his lover’s.
The ‘Lórien Elf pulled back, somewhat angrily. “Why did you not answer my letters?”
“I never received any letters from you, Orophin; but I did write to you, many times.”
Orophin snickered, “I did not get them.”
“Someone must be jealous of us,” said Legolas, “jealous of our happiness. They must have tried to keep both of us from receiving the other’s letters, hoping it would tear us apart. But it no longer matters, we are together now.” Legolas nuzzled his lover’s neck, taking in the scent of his hair. “Never doubt my love for you.”
“I love you too,” Orophin said, and the Elves took each others’ lips in a sweet kiss: a kiss during which one lover forgave all lies and wrongs still unknown to them, but sensed nonetheless, and the other greedily took everything that was offered to him.
*****
It was not uncommon for a group of guardians to throw a small party a couple of nights before leaving for border duty— this was one of those nights. Although Haldir and Rúmil were not among the Elves to be leaving for the border, they had still joined their friends in the fun.
“I think I should take him back to our talan,” Haldir said, gesturing towards his brother, who sat swaying upon a stump near the bonfire with a content smile upon his face. Rúmil had challenged Haldir to a drinking contest, as he had done numerous times before, and lost as usual.
“Will you come back?” asked one of the Elves.
“Most likely,” answered the Marchwarden as he rose to his feet. Luckily he made his way to his brother’s side before the younger Elf fell from his seat. “Come, Rúmil. We are going home.” Haldir helped his brother up and supported him as they walked passed the other Elves who teased Rúmil. “Perhaps you will have better luck next time, young one. Do not lose hope,” the called after him. Rúmil only hiccupped in response.
“I bid you all goodnight, just incase I decide not to return,” Haldir said to his companions, and each of them responded with their own farewell.
Haldir had trouble getting Rúmil up the stairs, feeling slightly dizzy himself, but somehow managed to get them both safely to their talan. “No more drinking games for you,” he warned before sending his brother off to his bedroom.
Rúmil had almost made it across the dark room, but stumbled over a pair of boots lying near the bed. His heart jumped with fear when a strong hand grabbed his arm before he hit the ground.
“Careful, darling, do not hurt yourself— I still have plans for you tonight,” said a familiar, low voice.
“Erestor?” he gasped, and everything went black. So much for the Councilor’s plans…
*****
Haldir had meant to rejoin his friends, but the difficult walk home made him realize he was too tired and drunk. It rarely happened that he would go to sleep without bathing and brushing his teeth and hair, but being as weary as he was, the Marchwarden entered his room and plopped down on his bed, still fully dressed.
Glorfindel was already in bed, waiting for him. He immediately straddled the Marchwarden’s thighs and wrapped strong fingers around his throat, as if to strangle him. “You should wary of strangers who wait for you in your bed, you know not their intentions.”
“You are not stranger, meleth-nin,” Haldir answered.
“You can see in the dark?”
“Nay, but I recognized the scent of you. The spicy aroma of your skin is always in my memory. I must admit I was not expecting you, why have you not sent word that you were coming?”
“It was a sudden decision. Erestor and I thought it would be a nice surprise. Does my presence displease you?” Glorfindel asked, quizzically.
“If I say it does not please me, will you make an extra effort to change that?”
“Hmm…” Glorfindel seemed to be ignoring Haldir’s question as he ran his hand over the Marchwarden’s tunic and leggings. “Is it the way of the Galadhrim to sleep fully clothed?”
“You have shared a bed with a Galadrim more than once before, you should know how one prefers to sleep.” Glorfindel gave no answer, only ripped Haldir’s tunic down the front. “I am not a very rich Elf,” Haldir said, the sound of ripping clothes brought back memories that made his cock stir.
“I will buy you another… and more if you perform well this night.”
Haldir laughed, “You would buy me anything I wanted, even if I chose not to perform at all. I have you wrapped around my finger, Balrog slayer.”
Glorfindel slid his hand down his lover’s smooth torso and slipped it under the band of his leggings. The hair surrounding Haldir’s cock was soft in contrast with the stiff flesh. “Perhaps, but you seem more than willing to perform,” he said, massaging Haldir’s arousal.
“I would not mind some new leggings,” Haldir suggested.
“Oh, but I will not ruin these. They fit you so well,” Glorfindel said, recognizing the material of the leggings Haldir wore the last time they were together. He carefully untied and slid them down the Marchwarden’s legs and licked up the underside of the erection that sprang free.
“Aya!” Haldir exclaimed, as Glorfindel swirled his tongue up and down the length of his cock. The golden-haired lord crawled back up his body and pressed supple lips against his. Haldir could taste the sweetness of his own sex in his lover’s mouth. A hand continued to stroke him while Glorfindel moved to kiss his neck. Haldir moaned and thrust into the palm enclosed around his cock.
“Saes! I want to feel you in me, melethron-nin.” Glorfindel ignored his cries and continued to lap at his nipple, his own arousal poking Haldir’s thigh. The Silvan Elf grabbed handfuls of his lover’s hair; Elvish curse filled the air.
“Tell me what you want me to do and I will try my best to satisfy your desires,” said Glorfindel.
A loud moan left Haldir’s lips before he spoke. “I want you to pierce me with your length, a'maelamin, and fuck me until I split in two.”
“Lying here as you are?”
“Aye!”
“Do you want me to ease into you slowly, or claim you with one fluid thrust?”
Haldir whimpered. “It does not matter, just do it before I go mad...”
Glorfindel chuckled, giving into his lover and raising his hips to position himself at his entrance.
Haldir clenched the sheets and held his breath while his lover took his time penetrating him. His cock ached with need; he tried to stroke himself, but Glorfindel slapped his hand away.
Haldir’s body was driven into the mattress with every forceful thrust. His cock bobbed and every once in a while a drop of seed would fall and splatter as it hit his stomach. He tried repeatedly to grab his aching member, but Glorfindel would not allow it, and only thrust harder into his writhing lover, attacking his sweet spot with repetitive strikes.
“Gods!” he cried, feeling the intense orgasm coming on. He wrapped his legs tightly around Glorfindel’s waist, and clung to the warrior’s broad shoulders as he climaxed. Hot semen shot out from his untouched flesh and covered both their abdomens. It was the most euphoric climax Haldir had ever experienced, and he forgave his lover for not allowing him to stroke himself.
Haldir’s tightening muscles drove Glorfindel over the edge, and with after a few more thrusts, he spilled himself into the limp body of his stated, exhausted lover. He laid Haldir back onto the mattress and placed a light kiss on the warm lips of his sleeping lover. “Sleep well, meleth-nin.”
Tbc….
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