Meleth-nin

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A/N: I'm sorry for not updating for a while. But here it is, a new chapter. Enjoy. :) Once again feedback is welcome and appreciated. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

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Chapter eleven

Lord Elrond looked at his young companion closely. Legolas had been extremely quiet since their departure a few hours earlier. He was also very pale and looked utterly exhausted. “Are you well, Greenleaf?” He finally asked in a gentle voice.

Legolas lifted his gaze and nodded shortly. “Aye, a bit tired is all.”

They had stopped to let their horses rest and drink some water. It was the hottest time of the year and it took its toll on the beasts. Legolas’ horse, Arod, whinnied softly for it sensed his master’s discomfort and anxiousness. Legolas smiled at it and stroked its mane. “Hush now, all is well. The baby is fine and so am I.”

“You have been very quiet, Legolas”, Elrond commented. “Do you regret leaving Minas Tirith? It’s not too late to turn back, pen neth.”

Legolas shook his head furiously. “Nay! ‘Twas the right thing to do, I do not regret it. I admit feeling a bit sad, but that is all there is. I should have seen this coming, ‘tis my own fault that I didn’t.”

Elrond looked alarmed. “What do you mean?”

“Aragorn’s feelings for me haven’t been the same after he heard about the pregnancy. He kept avoiding me, preferring the company of his guard”, Legolas said bitterly. “And I made a mistake by letting it continue. I should have confronted him earlier. If I had done so, things might not have gone so wrong between us.”

“Please, don’t blame yourself. It takes two people to make a marriage work”, Elrond said. “And do not despair, young one. Who knows, mayhap Aragorn comes to his senses when he notices that you’re gone and apologises. Tell me, if he asked for your forgiveness, could you grant it to him?”

Legolas sighed and rubbed his cheek to his horse’s neck. “I do not know, Lord Elrond. A part of me says yes, I would, and a part says nay, I could never forgive him his actions.”

“There’s no need to rush things, you don’t need to make any decisions right now”, Lord Elrond said and stood up. “I think the horses have rested enough. We should continue our journey when there’s still daylight.”


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It was dark already, but the campfire the guards had made supplied them with warmth and light. The guards had wrapped themselves in their cloaks and discussed in lowered voices. Elrond sat a bit farther away from the fire and saw Legolas tending to his horse. He couldn’t help appreciating the young Prince’s graceful figure. His round belly only managed to add to his beauty.

It was almost like the Prince sensed Elrond’s stare, for he lifted his gaze and met Elrond’s eyes. He walked to where Lord Elrond was seated but instead of sitting down next to him, he stood still and looked at the older Elf. Elrond opened his mouth to ask Legolas if there was something he needed, but was silenced by the blonde’s unexpected statement.

“I would ask you for warrior’s comfort, Lord Elrond”, Legolas said formally.

Elrond was shocked to the core. Legolas couldn’t possibly have said what he thought he had just heard. “Legolas?” He finally managed to utter.

“Lord Elrond, please”, Legolas said and looked at him pleadingly. “I would have you as my lover this eve.”

Elrond swallowed slowly. Suddenly his throat felt very dry. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, young Prince”, he said finally. “You’re asking your bonded mate’s father to make love to you… nay, to claim you while you’re carrying a child! I cannot do this, Legolas, I cannot take advantage of you.”

“I’m asking you to take advantage”, Legolas all but cried. “I’m asking you to have your way with me, like warriors do when they’re in need of comfort and their loved ones are far away. Don’t treat me like a child, Lord of Imladris. I’ve lived a warrior’s life for almost two thousand years and know what I’m doing.”

Elrond didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t deny that in his heart he found Legolas very desirable, had found since Legolas’ first visit to Imladris all those years ago. Lord Elrond had instantly been drawn to him, from the very moment he laid his eyes on him. But he had reminded himself that the Prince was too young to be thought of in such a way, he hadn’t even reached his majority yet. So he had waited. By the time Legolas was of age, Elrond’s eldest, Elladan had developed a crush on the Mirkwood archer and Elrond had relented, not wanting to step on his son’s toes.

And now the Prince was offering himself; was asking him to take him, to claim him! Elrond was mortified when he felt his cock twitch at the thought of taking Legolas from behind on the cold ground, pounding into him mercilessly until Legolas begged him to stop.

Get a grip, Elrond! He told himself sternly. You’re famous for your self control and this is the time to practise it. His cock didn’t listen to his brains, though. Elrond let out a frustrated sigh.

Legolas had noticed the growing bulge in the Elf Lord’s leggings and he boldly seated himself very close to him. “Don’t deny yourself”, he purred and brought his hand on top of Elrond’s fabric-clad cock. “You know you want it. And I want it too, so what is the point in denying us the pleasure?”

Legolas’ hand on his crotch felt too good. Elrond felt his rational thoughts flee as his cock got harder and harder. “Legolas, please”, he whispered before leaning forward and claiming the younger Elf’s lips. Some part of his mind that still worked told him to stop this at once before it was too late. Elrond told it to quiet down and let him enjoy the moment. When Legolas’ talented tongue entered his mouth and challenged Elrond’s own to a duel, Elrond was already unlacing his own leggings.

When he entered Legolas some moments later, he didn’t think of his foster son or his grandchild who was growing inside his current lover. All he could think of was the smoldering heat of Legolas’ tight channel that clenched around him while the Prince whimpered and begged him to fuck him harder, deeper and faster. The Lord of Imladris was ever so happy to do as he was asked.

A/N: Ok, was that strange or what? By asking for warrior’s comfort Legolas expressed his need for some physical closeness from someone who he knew and trusted, he didn’t ask Elrond to become his long-term partner. Just wanted to say this so that noone gets confused. :)