A Prince's Desire
The Lost Son
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A/N: Here you go,
sorry for the delay, had a little trouble writing this.
or the next day with an Elladan scene.
But I wanted to put this up so I can satisfy your appetites.
to be updated!
Oh yeah, the name of my last chapter, “A licking, a lick” might
have been confusing to some of you. “A
licking” is another word for punching somebody (which is what Elladan did in
that chapter) and “A lick” which is what Elrohir did to Ella(to (to find
Legolas’ taste still on him). Hope that
helps.
I thought the last chapter was my favorite, but I think this
one definitely rivals it.
Also, thank u so much for the reviews; they make me realize
stuff about the characters I didn’t even know I was putting across.
Legolas knocked
softly on the door, “Lord Haldir, it is I, Legolas.”
The door
opeimmeimmediately but slowly, Haldir stood there in a robe that looked like it
was suited for bed rather than for sparring.
A grin seemed to be plastered on his face because a plan was already
fixed in his mind.
Legolas
immediately became embarrassed, thinking that he must’ve come at the wrong
time, “We were to meet at 3 AM, am I correct?”
Haldir took
at step forward and let a hand fall on the prince’s shoulder, it then lowered
until it found itself clasping the hand of the prince, “You are not only
correct, but you are right on time.”
Legolas
smiled, Perhaps this will be easier than
I thought it would be. Haldir pulled
him in the room slowly and shut the door without a sound, he was an elf and it
showed. The marchwarden began examining
the stained quiver and sheathed blades secured on the prince’s back.
over a chair yet.
“I guess
you brought the twin blades, am I correct?” Haldir mocked, imitating the
prince’s silly question before.
“Yes,”
Legolas answered simply. They unsheathed
with ease and sparkled in the moonlight.
A small fire lit the room therefore the amount of light was
limited. A cold wind began to blow
vehemently from the window and seemed to spit small tiny droplets of icy rain
on the duo.
Haldir
managed to take the blades away with amazing agility.
hands until he saw them in Haldir’s, nonetheless, he was surprised.
cover it and the moon shone brightly on it.
Haldir
smiled and laughed in self-amusement, “I think you lose, Prince Legolas.
sort of archery practice in here, this room wouldn’t look nice with an array of
holes in it, now would it?”
Legolas was
angry at hif fof for being defenseless even though he was not here to fight,
not that it helped much as the marchwarden probably surpassed his own abilities
in martial activities, “No, it would look horrible.”
Haldir
threw the knives and they stuck in the wall and he proceeded to take off his
robe, leaving only a thin, translucent robe beneath bound with a green cotton
belt, “So, now that we are done sparring, its time for other activities.”
After a
slight gulp, the prince slowly removed his tunic and let it fall to the
floor. His heart raced with excitement,
he was finally doing it, he was finally getting ready to seduce the famed
marchwarden. He could almost hear the
approving voice of his father in his mind.
His mind started to become blank and the only things that existed were
his body and the body in front of him.
the bare chest before him. It wasn’t
long before his fingers let themselves explore as well.
same. He carried out the same seductive
movements, the same proper touches, the same everything: nothing was original
in this type of affair.
It wasn’t
long before Legolas heard false confessions of love, sweet whispers,
exasperated moans, and other feigned sounds escape his very own lips.
to his body’s functions. Haldir seemed
to be enjoying himself, the other really couldn’t care whilst he was numb like
this.
Suddenly, a
tongue began to ravage his mouth.
Legolas woke up with much surprise as if a poison was hastily poured in
his mouth, No, don’t kiss me!
which was created only a short time ago.
Legolas couldn’t kiss back for some reason; his mind realized it had
control again. He waske, ke, he knew
that he was about to make love to someone he knew he didn’t love.
feared his advances. The blond
marchwarden’s touches terrified him: they reminded him of the poison the orcs
used in the dirt- the sting. Every bone
in his body wanted to reject the offender but he found it impossible to gather
such strength. For the first time, he
felt abused.
A hand began to linger in his more
sensitive areas and a scream was threatening to be released from the back of
his throat. The muscles in his body
began to tense and stiffen, Haldir felt that immediately.
He pd
ad
away from the young elf and looked into his eyes, “Are you alright?”
Legolas
eagerly nodded and in a panic wrapped him arms tightly around the tall elf and
thrust his hips, a half-hearted attempt at his interest, “I don’t know how I
can show you how much I wahis,his, it makes me nervous, Haldir.
have never felt for anyone else. I need
you, tonight.” I’m lying! I’m lying! I hate you
like the rest of them! I need you like I
need to live… and right now I don’t feel the need to live at all.
throat at the thought of Elladan apologizing after their kiss,
offend me and here I am.
With a
vy tvy thud, the prince found himself pinned to the floor.
stone particularly hard. Haldir was
beginning to act rougher in his actions and it scared the prince even
more. Again, he invaded his mouth; he
kissed like Elrohir, as if he was going to asphyxiate him.
before it was nearing late, he moved his mouth to other places.
The drizzle
became harsher and stung when it mixed with the sweat accumulating on his
brow. The bitter liquid ran down his
face and over his lips- the taste as bitter as vinegar.
ravage his flesh with his mouth and leave deep red impressions that scattered
his once perfect skin. Every bite became
blurred with every lick became blurred with every thrust became blurred with
every scrape of his skin against the floor became blurred with every
heart-wrenching kiss. And every single
offense succeeded in emptying him more and more, as if life was draining from
his very being. Against the blur he
could faintly remember Elladan, he tried to reach out and grasp that fleeting
memory but it, like everything else he had held dear in the past, became
engulfed in the blur.
***
Elladan
finally left the garden when he thought he saw the sun coming up over the
hills. Sleep was beckoning him and his
mind was starting to listen. In an hour
or two it would be time to wake again.
He felt horrible. His skin was clammy
and the rain of the night had soaked him through and through.
been clear enough to watch the stars twinkle the night before.
clearest night.
As he
walked to his room, he realized he dreaded alone.
nights in his life, to be left with the thoughts of it would surely only succeed
in ensuring his insomnia. He passed his
door with the intent of stopping at Elrohir’s.
Just about as he was going to open it, he felt a pang of guilt stop his
fingers from rapping on the door. The
conversation they had shared the night before was all too painful.
to confront him about it, How could he
say that he couldn’t stand to look at me now? I’m his brother no matter what.
overprotective? I can make my own decisions.
defeat, the door opened.
Elrohir
stood there, eyes red and dry, face swollen from crying.
his days as an elfing; it barely fit his much stronger and broader form.
shoulder, his shoulders hung low to show exhaustion.
coughed with disgust at the sickly action.
Water dampened his robe and hair, but Elladan suspected the liquid in
his hair was sweat, he reeked of it. After
another troubling cough he shivered, it was doing him no good to be damp on
this increasingly frigid dawn. His
waifish form leaned lazily on the threshold and he sighed heavily as he watched
his twin’s feet turn towards him.
“Let me
guess,” the younger said dryly with a half-hearted laugh.
room, completely torn apart. Elladan
looked in with fright and questions forming on his face.
mind, all taking up so much of your precious time…”
kept a safe distance from his brother. “I
could feel you out here, afraid to knock.
I can hear you think. I can see
your scent. I can smell your sight.
“I’ll
remember that,” Elrohir mused and then yawned with much drowsiness.
“So, why
are you here? Are your thoughts finally
becoming a burden?”
“I need to
sleep.”
Elrohir Elladan “Well, I’ll Elladan If Elladan was extremely surprised He also had a very strong When he wasn’t involved in such Elrohir stirred in his sleep, He began to Elladan let Like? No like? Wish you were with them? Tell me! Review! Please,
raised an eyebrow, “What if I don’t forgive you?”
sighed, “I don’t know.” A silence passed
between them. Elladan’s eyes fixed
themselves on the floor; however, Elrohir still kept his eyes fixed on his
brother’s with much coyness.
have you know that I still don’t understand what you’ve done, and that causes
me to withhold my forgiveness. But, maybe,
I don’t know either,” Elrohir rubbed the back of his neck and inhaled
deeply. “I’m tired too.
shoulders and led him to the bed.
Elrohir rolled into the tangled sheet and his other half followed.
draped an arm over the twin’s waist. The
other snuggled up to his brother and began to twirl his thin finger in his dark
hair. Their long legs entwined in a
careful, well-practiced fashion to fit perfectly together.
Elrohir finally allowed himself to slip into the world of dreams.
examined the room before letting sleep take him.
silken robes were scattered and torn all over the floor.
creating puddles on the hand-woven carpets.
Not one tapestry or framed work of art remained on the walls; they
looked as if they had been hurled at the walls at amazing speeds.
on them from the offending flying artwork.
Elrohir’s many books on history, language, politics, and elven prayer
were strewn around the floors.
about anything it was about those books.
Elrohir had loved books even before he could read: often looking at the
many illustrations and trying to decipher the strange figures that were
supposed to be words. Elrohir proved to
be a very precocious elfling and had developed an expansive vocabulary before
Elladan could even begin to form words.
Galadriel had been extremely proud of her scholarly grandson and wished
only to further his reading and knowledge of Arda: its geography, its people, its
mathematics, its scientists, its medicines, its climate, its origins, its
governments, its spiritual rulers, and anything else that occurred under its
bright sun. The information seemed to
firmly implant in the young elf’s mind and could be drawn upon at any time
after he first read it (since he only had to read things once.)
even though the young elf only stood at 4 foot, he attended all councils and
became a diplomat of Imaldris. He met
many respected political figures and rulers of great nations and by these
relns, ns, he was able to build a quite an impressive resume and great respectability.
connection to the Valar. Even though the
elflings never spoke of his relationship with the great ethereal being, it was
obvious in every facet of his character.
It could be seen that the Valar greatly valued his merits and went out
of his way to reward them. His days knew
no tears or frustrations. A common
colloquialism of that time to explain something in close proximity was, “It’s
nearer than the young twin to the Valar.”
matters, he could be found constantly reading, trying to quench his always
present thirst for information and understanding.
seemed to excel at, including archery, combat, and martial strategy.
lover and remained strictly prudent.
Despite the many young elves who adored the grass his walked on, he
could never return their advances or make his own without turning a deep shade
of and and heading for the nearest exit.
Even though his skills were greatly lacking, many wise elves had rumored
that the Valar can only give a being so many gifts, and since the young elf had
an abundance of gifts already, his less-than-desirable abilities were,
nonetheless, eagerly overlooked.
biting his lower lip as he undoubtedly was dreaming of something horrid as
always. Elladan drew him closer and
hummed an old melody that their mother used to sing to lull them to sleep.
well.
orc escaped, “Elladan, I muffed!”
into the tree line and scolded his twin, “Honestly, Elrohir, you can’t continue
to miss all these targetpan pan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Not only are
you wasting arrows but also our time!”
brother, I am able to attest that I will not quaver further,” Elrohir hung the
bow back on his quiver and ran to keep up with his brother.
age and you can’t even shoot a simple arrow straight, I wonder how you pull off
being an elf sometimes,” Elladan picked his bow back up as he heard an
offending sound in the distance. “Ready
yourself, brother.”
readied an arrow, a high sound perked his ears, “Did you ears manage to auscultate
that unnerving sonority?”
closely, “It sounds like a female.”
ears and louder, and more familiar, “Mother?”
They ran towards the source, Elrohir lagging behind as always.
their mother in the hands of the orcs, blood covering her entire form.
and increased their laughter when they laid their eyes on the young elves that
had come.
was excellent with a bow and took down many but still failed to kill the one
orc that kept torturing their mother, “Elrohir!
Aim at that one!”
his brother almost losing to the orcs and his mother losing her strength to
them as well. It was the same orc that
he had missed earlier, the one he let get away. With a scared determination, he
tried to steady his bow but it was unsteady in his shaking hands.
into a bush. He tried again, the orcs
movements became harsher his mother’s cries louder, the bow found its home in a
tree. As he kept shooting, he found that
not one arrow was finding its mark. His mother screamed his name, begged him to
try harder, begged him to save her, begged him to make the disgusting orc stop
digging into her skin, and all he could do was shoot wayward arrows.
quiver… he was left defenseless. The sad
son watched hopelessly as his mother suffered more stabs by the orc’s
blade. With every yelp, his heart fell
deeper into the pit of what was left of his soul.
had been assaulting him and headed towards the last orc who tortured his mother.
easily found death. Elladan intly
tly
attended to his mother, the most recent stab marks had been the worse.
why didn’t you stop them?” Elrohir hadn’t
moved, his form remained still, his eyes fixed on his mother’s fresh wounds.
wounds could be dee death of you!”
Elladan quickly went to work, putting forth all that he had learned
about healing from his father. He almost
sobbed, “If only we could’ve reached you sooner, Nana.”
had left for the undying lands alone.
Needless to say, an incredible amount of pain invaded their hearts.
and inhabitance of Elrohir’s heart. They
ate away at his heart and he began to change after that.
never was: his strengths became his weaknesses and his weaknesses became his
strengths. The progression was slow and
still hadn’t taken its final result, but everyday meant one step closer to it.
train under the careful eye of Haldir, plan battle strategies with him, court
various other elves. His vocabulary
became simpler with every passing day. He
stopped attending council meetings and scarcely traveled outside the border of
Imaldris to see anyone. The only people
he confided to (and eventually the only people he talked to) were his beloved
brother and Haldir. Even his own father
had no place in his heart which was broken without warning and hastily put back
together with all sorts of errors. And
then there were the books, the only physical reminders of the celebrated
scholar and diplomat Elrohir Peredhil, son of Lord Elrond: a name that would hopefully
remain in exaltation.
an empathetic kiss fall on his brother’s brow which was knotted in fear from
his horrifying dreams, “Stop suffering, Elrohir.
still knew all that he had learned from the thousands of books he had
read. He wondered if he remembered the
personalities and preferences of the different leaders of Arda.
him every once in a while, and if the Valar did, did Elrohir listen and
respond? But most of all, he wondered if
Elrohir remembered the great elf he used to be.
However, there were many questions that would be unanswered this dawn.
and wrapped his arms around his older brother.
Elladan rested his own head in the crook of his twin’s neck and let
sleep take over his body as well. Enough
thoughts were had that day.
I love you!