Orchids in 'Lorien
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Mirkwood
Title: Orchids in ‘Lorien 12/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www/tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Legoals/Orophin, others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-original characters are the property of J.R.R Tolkien.
“Are you nervous?” Legolas asked, noticing that Orophin grew quieter as the approached the borders of Mirkwood.
“Aye, a little.”
“There is no need, meleth nin. Everyone welcome you warmly, I am sure of it.”
Orophin smiled at the comment, but remained nervous nevertheless. Never in his long life had he considered leaving ‘Lórien, and Legolas changed all of that with only a few words. They rode on in further silence until they were met by four Elves on horses, all of them wearing the same green and brown uniform.
“Welcome home, prince Legolas,” said the one in front. Amber eyes studied Orophin with curiosity and amusement. “I see you have brought a guest....”
“This is Orophin of ‘Lórien, my lover. Orophin, meet Dúrhir, Captian of our Guard.” Legolas’ gaze never left Dúrhir, his expression bitter.
“Nice to meet you, Orophin,” said the handsome, brown haired Elf. The corners of his lips curved into hidden smile, and there was a gleam in his eyes. Orophin did not know what to make of it. He was interrupted before he could even respond.
“Let us make haste, I wish to reach the palace before dark,” said Legolas.
“Very well,” Dúrhir’s eyes measured Orophin one last time before turned his horse around and led him and the Prince onward.
*****
“Do not look so afraid, meleth. All will be well. First, I will show you to our chambers, where we will bathe and change. Then we must join my adar for supper; but do not worry, he is not half as bad as they say.”
“A bath does sound nice,” Orophin agreed as they passed through the gates. Stable workers arrived quickly to take the horses, and Legolas and Orophin walked the rest of the way.
The palace gardens were an amazing sight. A stone path led through tall trees which were surrounded by woodland plants and flowers such as ferns, bluebells and lily-of-the-valley; and the forest floor was covered with sweet woodruff.
The inside of the royal residence was much more warm and homely than Orophin expected, given its gray stone exterior. Lavish rugs were laid across cherry wood floors. The walls were inlaid with wood as well. Rich red and gold curtains decorated tall windows, and torch lamps hung along the walls, giving the place even more warmth.
Legolas led Orophin up the high stairs and into his chambers. Unlike what else he had seen of the palace so far, Legolas’ room was light in color, the floors and furre mre made of ash wood.
“So what do you think of your new home?” asked Legolas.
“It is truly wonderful. But what matters most is that I am with you,” Orn ann answered, truthfully.
“And I am happy to have you here.” Legolas gave his lover a quick, light kiss. “I will go draw us a bath,” he said, “You may put your things in the closet and the dresser, should you feel like unpacking while you wait.”
“Aye, I think I will. ‘Tis better to do it now and get it out of the way. Shall I unpack your things as well?”
“Only if you wish, meleth.” With another quick kiss Legolas went off to prepare the bath.
It was not long before Orophin could smell the sweet aroma of honeysuckle coming from underneath the door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. “Are you ready for me?” he called, impatient to jump into a warm bath after the tiring journey.
“Aye, but you must come in naked.”
Orophin smiled to himself and began to undress. When he entered the bathroom, Legolas was already in the tub. Everything was made of white marble, and one the outside of the square shaped tub were carved beautiful figures surrounded by leaves. He marveled at the beauty of Legolas’ home, not that he ever minded living in his modest talan back in ‘Lórien.
“Get in here,” Legolas ordered; his voice low and sexy.
Orophin sighed as the steamy water covered his skin, soothing his sore muscles.
Legolas notices noticed how his lover rubbed his shoulder and cringed. “Come here, I will give you a massage,” he said, motioning for Orophin to sit between his legs.
The Silvan Elf purred when strong fingers began to knead the knots in his muscles.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” Legolas asked.
“Aye,” Orophin was well aware of the hardness that brushed against his lower back.
“Come, impale yourself upon my flesh, melethron. If we hurry, we will not be late.”
*****
Legolas took Orophin’s hand as they entered the dining hall. They arrived late; everyone else was already seated. Two chairs remained open near one end of the table next to an Elf who Orophin assumed was King Thranduil. The figure was dressed in light golden robes, with a gold circlet decorating his head.
“Good evening, adar,” Legoals said to the gorgeous Elf when they approached the table. Thranduil’s eyes widened at the sight of Orophin, two gems that matched the color of the peridot that hung just above the point in between his brows. “Orophin of ‘Lórien, the one who holds my heart,” Legolas presented his lover to the enthralled King. Orophin bowed gracefully.
“Nay, do not bow before me, there is no need for such formalities between us,” Thranduiid aid as he rose from his seat and embraced the Galadhrim, and then his son. “Welcome to Mirkwood, I hope you will feel at home among us.” The King flashed Orophin a charming smile before sitting back down, and the ‘Lórien Elf gasped at the sight. Thranduil’s beauty rivaled that of his son. His eyes were greener, his hair blonder, and his smile much warmer. “You must both be hungry, let us eat.” Orophin took a deep breath of relief as they took their seats. There was no reason to have feared Thranduil after all.
*****
“I believe you promised me a massage…” the Prince reminded Orophin upon reentering the bedroom.
“Is my Princeling eager to receive on?” Orophin cocked an eyebrow.
“Aye, your Princeling is always eager to be touched by you.”
“Undress yourself and get on the bed.”
Both Elves divested themselves of their clothing, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Legolas handed his lover a bottle of oil and laid face down on the bed.
Orophin straddled the Prince’s muscular thighs. He poured some oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, warming it. The scent of sandalwood and ginseng filled the air. He brought his hands to Legolas’ neck and massaged it gently before moving down to his shoulders, where he used more strength.
Legolas groaned, his body relaxed under the touch of Orophin’s skilled fingers. Strong hands massaged down his arm, all the way to his fingertips, and repeated with the other arm before returning to his shoulders.
With a circular motion of his thumbs, Orophin soothed the tense muscles along Legolas spine, from his neck all the way to his tailbone. By the time he got that far, Legolas was moaning with more than just relaxation, and his own arousal was arching upwards against his abdomen. He took a moment to knead the Prince’s buttocks before moving off of his thighs and to the lower end of the bed.
After pouring more oil onto his hand, he began to massage his lover’s left foot. From his foot, Orophin moved to the ankle, and then the calf, and further upwards. Once his hands were on the upper thigh, Legolas whimpered in frustration.
“Quiet, Princleling. I am not yet done with your massage,” Orophin said. His voice was dripping with desire for Legolas. He took the other foot and slowly massaged his way up that leg. “How hard are you, meletrhon; tell me…” the Galadhrim urged.
“Ai, my cock is like a marble phallus. I cannot take any more of this.”
Orophin chuckled. He poured some of the oil between the Prince’s round globes, and pushed one finger in between them.
“Aiyaa!” Legolas cried. “You intend to claim the Prince of Mirkwood in his own bed?”
“In OUR bed…” Orophin corrected, and added another finger.
Legolas was tight as a virgin. Although he had only just had a lover, he had not been taken by another since the night he and Orophin had met. A third finger had him squirming in pain, but also in pleasure.
“Take me, Orophin…now!” Legolas left no room for argument, and Orophin acquiesced. HE slicked his cock with the scented oil and placed it against the Prince’s opening. He nudged forward teasingly, chuckling when Legolas pleaded for more. Slowly he pushed in, relishing in the sound of his lover’s guttural groans, and the feeling of heat engulfing his flesh.
Orophin withdrew almost completely, and plunged back in full force. His body shuddered with the intensity of the pleasure. “Ai, Legolas… it has been too long since we have done this.”
“Faster!” was the only word that Legolas could manage to voice, and Orophin picked up the rhythm. His hands once again massaged Legolas’ back while he plunged into the Prince’s tight depths again and again.
Orophin struck the Prince’s sweet spot everytime. The friction caused by the bed linen rubbing against his shaft amplified Legoals’ pleasure. “I am coming, Orophin. Come with me…” he cried. “I want to feel you fill me with your essence when I am at my peak.”Those words were enough to initiate Orophin’s orgasm and they climaxed in perfect unison, Legolas’ spasms milking his lover’s cock as their cries of passion surrounded them.
Orophin collapsed atop of Legolas, utterly sated. He took the tip of the Prince’s ear between his teeth and bit it playfully. “That was wonderful, meleth nin,” he said, reaching for a handkerchief on the nightstand to clean Legoals’ mess with.
“I can say that about the massage, but there are no words to describe the rest,” Legolas said as he snuggled up to Orophin, soon to be taken by reverie.
*****
“You should leave.”
Startled, Orophin turned abruptly to find the source of the voice that came from behind him, and was met with the greenest of eyes. He had been admiring the extensive book collection in the library when the King apparently snuck up behind him. “Huh?”
“I said you should leave this place. Go back to ‘Lórien, to those who care about you.” The words chilled Orophin’s heart, and yet there was not a hint of Coldness in thng’sng’s eyes.
“I… yesterday… I thought I was welcome here.”
“You are,” said Thranduil. “You may stay if you choose. But I warn you, there is nothing here for you but loneliness and heartache.” With that, the blonde king turned on his heel and left the room before Orophin could say another word.
*****
Tbc…..
Please review
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www/tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Legoals/Orophin, others
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Non-original characters are the property of J.R.R Tolkien.
“Are you nervous?” Legolas asked, noticing that Orophin grew quieter as the approached the borders of Mirkwood.
“Aye, a little.”
“There is no need, meleth nin. Everyone welcome you warmly, I am sure of it.”
Orophin smiled at the comment, but remained nervous nevertheless. Never in his long life had he considered leaving ‘Lórien, and Legolas changed all of that with only a few words. They rode on in further silence until they were met by four Elves on horses, all of them wearing the same green and brown uniform.
“Welcome home, prince Legolas,” said the one in front. Amber eyes studied Orophin with curiosity and amusement. “I see you have brought a guest....”
“This is Orophin of ‘Lórien, my lover. Orophin, meet Dúrhir, Captian of our Guard.” Legolas’ gaze never left Dúrhir, his expression bitter.
“Nice to meet you, Orophin,” said the handsome, brown haired Elf. The corners of his lips curved into hidden smile, and there was a gleam in his eyes. Orophin did not know what to make of it. He was interrupted before he could even respond.
“Let us make haste, I wish to reach the palace before dark,” said Legolas.
“Very well,” Dúrhir’s eyes measured Orophin one last time before turned his horse around and led him and the Prince onward.
*****
“Do not look so afraid, meleth. All will be well. First, I will show you to our chambers, where we will bathe and change. Then we must join my adar for supper; but do not worry, he is not half as bad as they say.”
“A bath does sound nice,” Orophin agreed as they passed through the gates. Stable workers arrived quickly to take the horses, and Legolas and Orophin walked the rest of the way.
The palace gardens were an amazing sight. A stone path led through tall trees which were surrounded by woodland plants and flowers such as ferns, bluebells and lily-of-the-valley; and the forest floor was covered with sweet woodruff.
The inside of the royal residence was much more warm and homely than Orophin expected, given its gray stone exterior. Lavish rugs were laid across cherry wood floors. The walls were inlaid with wood as well. Rich red and gold curtains decorated tall windows, and torch lamps hung along the walls, giving the place even more warmth.
Legolas led Orophin up the high stairs and into his chambers. Unlike what else he had seen of the palace so far, Legolas’ room was light in color, the floors and furre mre made of ash wood.
“So what do you think of your new home?” asked Legolas.
“It is truly wonderful. But what matters most is that I am with you,” Orn ann answered, truthfully.
“And I am happy to have you here.” Legolas gave his lover a quick, light kiss. “I will go draw us a bath,” he said, “You may put your things in the closet and the dresser, should you feel like unpacking while you wait.”
“Aye, I think I will. ‘Tis better to do it now and get it out of the way. Shall I unpack your things as well?”
“Only if you wish, meleth.” With another quick kiss Legolas went off to prepare the bath.
It was not long before Orophin could smell the sweet aroma of honeysuckle coming from underneath the door that separated the bathroom from the bedroom. “Are you ready for me?” he called, impatient to jump into a warm bath after the tiring journey.
“Aye, but you must come in naked.”
Orophin smiled to himself and began to undress. When he entered the bathroom, Legolas was already in the tub. Everything was made of white marble, and one the outside of the square shaped tub were carved beautiful figures surrounded by leaves. He marveled at the beauty of Legolas’ home, not that he ever minded living in his modest talan back in ‘Lórien.
“Get in here,” Legolas ordered; his voice low and sexy.
Orophin sighed as the steamy water covered his skin, soothing his sore muscles.
Legolas notices noticed how his lover rubbed his shoulder and cringed. “Come here, I will give you a massage,” he said, motioning for Orophin to sit between his legs.
The Silvan Elf purred when strong fingers began to knead the knots in his muscles.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” Legolas asked.
“Aye,” Orophin was well aware of the hardness that brushed against his lower back.
“Come, impale yourself upon my flesh, melethron. If we hurry, we will not be late.”
*****
Legolas took Orophin’s hand as they entered the dining hall. They arrived late; everyone else was already seated. Two chairs remained open near one end of the table next to an Elf who Orophin assumed was King Thranduil. The figure was dressed in light golden robes, with a gold circlet decorating his head.
“Good evening, adar,” Legoals said to the gorgeous Elf when they approached the table. Thranduil’s eyes widened at the sight of Orophin, two gems that matched the color of the peridot that hung just above the point in between his brows. “Orophin of ‘Lórien, the one who holds my heart,” Legolas presented his lover to the enthralled King. Orophin bowed gracefully.
“Nay, do not bow before me, there is no need for such formalities between us,” Thranduiid aid as he rose from his seat and embraced the Galadhrim, and then his son. “Welcome to Mirkwood, I hope you will feel at home among us.” The King flashed Orophin a charming smile before sitting back down, and the ‘Lórien Elf gasped at the sight. Thranduil’s beauty rivaled that of his son. His eyes were greener, his hair blonder, and his smile much warmer. “You must both be hungry, let us eat.” Orophin took a deep breath of relief as they took their seats. There was no reason to have feared Thranduil after all.
*****
“I believe you promised me a massage…” the Prince reminded Orophin upon reentering the bedroom.
“Is my Princeling eager to receive on?” Orophin cocked an eyebrow.
“Aye, your Princeling is always eager to be touched by you.”
“Undress yourself and get on the bed.”
Both Elves divested themselves of their clothing, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Legolas handed his lover a bottle of oil and laid face down on the bed.
Orophin straddled the Prince’s muscular thighs. He poured some oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, warming it. The scent of sandalwood and ginseng filled the air. He brought his hands to Legolas’ neck and massaged it gently before moving down to his shoulders, where he used more strength.
Legolas groaned, his body relaxed under the touch of Orophin’s skilled fingers. Strong hands massaged down his arm, all the way to his fingertips, and repeated with the other arm before returning to his shoulders.
With a circular motion of his thumbs, Orophin soothed the tense muscles along Legolas spine, from his neck all the way to his tailbone. By the time he got that far, Legolas was moaning with more than just relaxation, and his own arousal was arching upwards against his abdomen. He took a moment to knead the Prince’s buttocks before moving off of his thighs and to the lower end of the bed.
After pouring more oil onto his hand, he began to massage his lover’s left foot. From his foot, Orophin moved to the ankle, and then the calf, and further upwards. Once his hands were on the upper thigh, Legolas whimpered in frustration.
“Quiet, Princleling. I am not yet done with your massage,” Orophin said. His voice was dripping with desire for Legolas. He took the other foot and slowly massaged his way up that leg. “How hard are you, meletrhon; tell me…” the Galadhrim urged.
“Ai, my cock is like a marble phallus. I cannot take any more of this.”
Orophin chuckled. He poured some of the oil between the Prince’s round globes, and pushed one finger in between them.
“Aiyaa!” Legolas cried. “You intend to claim the Prince of Mirkwood in his own bed?”
“In OUR bed…” Orophin corrected, and added another finger.
Legolas was tight as a virgin. Although he had only just had a lover, he had not been taken by another since the night he and Orophin had met. A third finger had him squirming in pain, but also in pleasure.
“Take me, Orophin…now!” Legolas left no room for argument, and Orophin acquiesced. HE slicked his cock with the scented oil and placed it against the Prince’s opening. He nudged forward teasingly, chuckling when Legolas pleaded for more. Slowly he pushed in, relishing in the sound of his lover’s guttural groans, and the feeling of heat engulfing his flesh.
Orophin withdrew almost completely, and plunged back in full force. His body shuddered with the intensity of the pleasure. “Ai, Legolas… it has been too long since we have done this.”
“Faster!” was the only word that Legolas could manage to voice, and Orophin picked up the rhythm. His hands once again massaged Legolas’ back while he plunged into the Prince’s tight depths again and again.
Orophin struck the Prince’s sweet spot everytime. The friction caused by the bed linen rubbing against his shaft amplified Legoals’ pleasure. “I am coming, Orophin. Come with me…” he cried. “I want to feel you fill me with your essence when I am at my peak.”Those words were enough to initiate Orophin’s orgasm and they climaxed in perfect unison, Legolas’ spasms milking his lover’s cock as their cries of passion surrounded them.
Orophin collapsed atop of Legolas, utterly sated. He took the tip of the Prince’s ear between his teeth and bit it playfully. “That was wonderful, meleth nin,” he said, reaching for a handkerchief on the nightstand to clean Legoals’ mess with.
“I can say that about the massage, but there are no words to describe the rest,” Legolas said as he snuggled up to Orophin, soon to be taken by reverie.
*****
“You should leave.”
Startled, Orophin turned abruptly to find the source of the voice that came from behind him, and was met with the greenest of eyes. He had been admiring the extensive book collection in the library when the King apparently snuck up behind him. “Huh?”
“I said you should leave this place. Go back to ‘Lórien, to those who care about you.” The words chilled Orophin’s heart, and yet there was not a hint of Coldness in thng’sng’s eyes.
“I… yesterday… I thought I was welcome here.”
“You are,” said Thranduil. “You may stay if you choose. But I warn you, there is nothing here for you but loneliness and heartache.” With that, the blonde king turned on his heel and left the room before Orophin could say another word.
*****
Tbc…..
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