The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 112

Filgree groaned as he awoke again to the cries of the child in his arms. All night he had nursed the young elfling the child now aware enough to be suffering the loss of its mother. Crudely wiping the sleep from his tired eyes with the sleave of his robe Filgree stood slowly up from the rocking chair where he’d briefly fallen asleep and began to pace the nursery chamber. The tutor had lost count of how many times he’d gone backwards and forwards across the same piece of floor trying desperately to sooth the distraught young child. Filgree had completely forgotten what sleepless nights had been like with Legolas more over how his ears had coped with such wailing.

“Shhhhhhhh little star you will wake the entire household with such loud cries.” Shifting the elfling from one arm to the other Filgree continued to whisper soft calming words to the red faced babe, her crocodile tears rolling down the plump cheeks. In despair Filgree awkwardly poured some of the honey mead he’d been drinking all night into his goblet and quickly dipped his fingers into it before bringing them up to the babe’s lips. Filgree smiled in thankfulness as the child instantly took the sweet wet fingers into her tiny mouth and began to suckle, effectively silencing her cries. Filgree was so lost in fatigud red relief at stopping the babe crying that he hardly noticed Lindar watching him from the doorway.

“I am sure Elrond would not approve of that method my friend.” Filgree nearly jumped out of his skin as he pulled Taselion close to his body in protection and spun around hastily to see who was there. Filgree sighed with relief as he saw Lindar smiling at him coyly from the door. Lindar had a way of sneaking up on you, the elf so quiet that hardly anyone noticed his presence.

“No he would not but this is the first night the house has been quiet and I am desperate to keep it that way, at least for one night.” Filgree smiled at the elf before him as Lindar wandered quietly into the nursery and placed a small tray of food down onto the seat by the window.

“I have brought you something to eat from the kitchens.” Filgree smiled his thanks and went to sit down on the window seat eager to fill his stomach with some of the warm broth Lindar had brought for him. Taselion was still sitting comfortably in his arms though, Filgree’s pinkie being thoroughly suckled in her mouth making eating difficult for Filgree. “I have brought someone up here as well, I hope you will forgive my boldness but I believe she can help. You are so tired and need rest.” Filgree frowned in confusion as he watched Lindar pull back the tapestry and allow a young maid to shuffle cautiously into the room. For a moment Filgree remained silent as he watched the young kitchen hand bow awkwardly to him her swollen stomach preventing any graceful movement. Sensing Filgree’s confusion Lindar spup tup to explain. “Her name is Orion, and she is a kitchen maid. This is her first child and she is due within a few days. She was not asked originally if she would be willing to nurse Taselion and now that I have explained to her that Taselion is Prince Legolas’ niece she has agreed to share herself. Orion is the maid that helped Legolas conceal his own pregnancy.” Filgree was a little shocked as he looked over the young woman and her sizable girth but eventually he smiled warmly at her. It was obvious that Orion held Legolas in high regard and her willingness to aid a child not her own was extremely gracious.

“Very well Orion come here my child and sit in the rocking chair and let me see your breasts.” Lindar smiled widely at Filgree who gestured for the young maid to come and sit in the rocking chair by the fire, he’d spent most of the night sitting in. Filgree watched as Lindar helped the young maid over to the chair before he fluffed the pillows for her to sit down carefully in. the the moment Filgree carefully handed Taselion over to Lindar who quickly replaced Filgree’s finger with his own in the babes mouth. With a steady hand Filgree helped Orion unlace a few of the ties of her tunic before gently reaching for the plump breasts and thoroughly feeling them. It was obvious that Orion was a little embarrassed by the situation but she allowed Filgree’s inspection. “I can tell this is your first child Orion, your breasts are full and will serve both Taselion and your own child quite adequately.” Orion beamed proudly as Filgree took Taselion back off Lindar before gently passing the swaddled babe into Orion’s protective arms.

“Forgive me my Lord, I do not know how to nurse.” Filgree smiled fondly at the scared look that Orion threw him having comfortably placed Taselion in her arms.

“Here let me show you how it is done.” Moving to the side of the rocking chair Filgree gently reached for Orion’s breast again and softly began massaging the right mound. Lindar could only watch in amazement as a small white pearl of milk appeared on Orion’s nipple. “Now draw her closer and she will do the rest herself.” At Filgree’s insistence Orion drew the child closer to her chest and watched in amazement as Taselion latched only easily to the nipple and began to suck. “See now just keep massaging yourself a little. Until you give birth you will have to draw the milk to the breast but afterwards it should flow without aid. Just insure you swap breasts after a little while.” Drawing own own hand again Filgree watched as Orion replaced the tutor’s hand with her own before beginning to rock gently back and forth in the chair silently nursing the child in her arms. “You have done well Lindar, I will be sure to tell King Thranduil and Prince Hale who they are to thank for finding a wet nurse.” Filgree stepped away from Orion and back over to the tray of food Lindar had brought up for him. “Join me my friend there is no sense in not resting yourself at this time of night.” Filgree gestured to the space beside him on the window seat and smiled warmly as Lindar blushed before obediently sitting down. Filgree and Lindar had become close friends since the incident in the kitchens and although it was a strange relationship both seemed to understand each other implicitly.

“Please do not tell the guests from Mirkwood that it was me who found Orion, I confess I was not purely thinking of them when I spoke with Orion.” Filgree licked his lips having sipped from his bowl of broth and looked a little stunned across at Lindar. Lindar was shy and reserved and it was understandable why he would not wish the king to know who had done such a good deed but to confess he was thinking of someone else was a little out of character for what Filgree knew about Lindar’s habits.

“Oh well as you wish but I am intrigue now to know who inspired such a deed? Could it be your affection is given to someone close to Taselion?” Filgree knew that Lindar didn’t like being teased and so did not push the joke too far. While Lindar’s fragile state of mind had improved a little since Filgree had taken him under his wing the elf was still unpredictable. When Lindar lowered his head to his chest and didn’t seem like he was going to answer Filgree knew he had over stepped the line. “I apologise Lindar that is none of my business I am just thankful to have some peace no matter what inspired your good deed.” Filgree turned back to his broth and went to take another sip from the bowl feeling that the conversation had ended. The tutor however was stunned as he watched Lindar’s hand slip across onto his knee, the first contact that Lindar had every intentionally initiated since their friendship had begun.

“Nay I wish to tell you.” Filgree was still reeling from Lindar’s delicate hand resting on his knee that he hardly registered the silver haired elf’s voice, which had been purposefully dropped to a whisper with Orion still a few paces away. “It was you that I thought of. None of them have seen you awake for these last two days nursing a child that should not be your responsibility. You have taken care of three elflings and tutored all of them with your heart, surely you deserve a rest to look after yourself. I could not bear seeing you so tired and pale, I do not want you to see you fade, I love you too much.” Filgree could not believe what he was hearing and only managed to stare at Lindar his eyes wide in disbelief as the younger elf leaned forward and pressed a soft hesitant kiss against his lips.

“I…….” Filgree managed a sound not unlike a squeak as Lindar drew easily away from him, still in shock at what had just happened.

“Shhhh do not speak. Your kindness to me is beyond any I have been shown before. You have not judged me as others have and you have willingly given me your support even though you have had so many others to look out for. Truly you have shown me that there is hope even in the darkest parts of my life. It is as if I can feel again.” Filgree was again stuck numb as Lindar lifted his other hand and brushed it gently down the side of the tutor’s face, brushing away the stray locks of hair that had been pulled free of the braids by Taselion’s wandering hands. For a moment Filgree merely stared into Lindar’s lavender gaze feeling the tide of emotion that swept over him almost unexpectedly. Not truly realizing his actions Filgree brought his hand up and mirrored Lindar’s as he drew the younger elf to his lips. The kiss this time was far less hesitant and Filgree lovingly swept his tongue across Lindar’s as he deepened the kiss. Lindar tasted and smelt amazing and Filgree found himself loosing himself in the passionate embrace as the deep kiss continued. Everything else seemed to become a distant memory, even the guilt of Filgree’s dead wife and child disappearing as Lindar slipped his hup iup into Filgree’s robe to massage the sizable package he found there. Finally Filgree was forced to break the kiss breathless and gasping for air as Lindar squeezed his erection deliciously hard between his legs. Upon opening his eyes the f pla place Filgree looked was guiltily across at where Orion was and found that the maid had turned the rocking chair completely away from the couple to face the fire obviously knowing her place. Satisfied that Orion was not watching them Filgree looked back to where Lindar was kissing and lapping at his neck, Filgree’s erection now uncovered from the robe so that he could clearly see Lindar’s hand fisting it with care.

The sight was purely bliss and Filgree relaxed back into the window seat cushions and let his legs fall open as Lindar crawled closer to him along the seat.
“Let me show you how much I love you.” Lindar’s barely audible whisper against Filgree’s ear sent shivers down the tutor’s spine and Filgree forced his eyes open as he watched Lindar slip off the seat to kneel in between his legs on the floor. Filgree knew what was coming and bit his lip in preparation to stifle his moans as Lindar licked his lips and engulfed Filgree’s entire thick length in one easy stroke. The moist heat of Lindar’s mouth engulfing him was amazing. Filgree hadn’t had a lover in millenthe the guilt over his dead wife having consumed any passions he might have had for other elves. Now however as he stared into Lindar’s lavender eyes the guilt didn’t seem to hurt as much, as he heart blossomed with happiness and love once again. It took only a few skilful flicks of Lindar’s tongue before Filgree was coming in thick spurts into the silver haired elf’s mouth. Filgree bit his bottom lip so hard to stifle his cries of pleasure that he found himself tasting blood. Having released himself Filgree all but collapsed into the window seat as he rested his heated forehead against the cool of the stone window surround, while trying to regulate his breathing.

“I love you.” Not knowing what else to say that would express his feelings Filgree whispered softly against Lindar’s cheek as the elf climbed back up onto the window seat next to him have re arranged his robes again to insure Filgree’s modesty should someone unexpectedly walk in. Lindar had tears in his eyes as Filgree kissed him soundly on the lips, tasting himself lingering on tip oip of Lindar’s tongue.

“I will take care of you Tutor Filgree, I will not abandon you.” Filgree smiled weakly as he relaxed again into the cushions his arms automatically wrapping around Lindar’s body as the younger elf snuggled up against his chest. Glancing over to Orion Filgree smiled as he watched the wet nurse swap Taselion to her other breast. Knowing that Taselion was in good hands Filgree sighed and let himself fall into a light slumber, his new lover firmly encased in his arms. It would be morning soon enough and what little sleep he could acquire before Taselion needed changing would be a welcome gift from the valar on top of the beautiful gift of the sleeping silver haired elf in his arms.

TBC>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

(A/N) Hope that please those of you who are interested in the Filgree/Lindar side of things and if it's popular I'll add more of it in.