The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 123

Glorfindel stood knee deep in chain mail and armour as he watched the ordered commotion in the room around him. To his right Filgree was calling names while Erestor was religiously handing out items of war to those elves who came forward. Since their decision to go to the boarders had been made the three warriors had spent the day filling chests with armoury all of it to be taken to the boarders so that those already fighting there might replenish their weaponry. While as yet it was only defensive action Filgree had deemed it necessary that everyone be fitted with items of war just in case a decision would be made. The deafening sound of metal armoury being clattered and battered about filled the stone torch lit room. All that were willing had joined up to go to the southern and eastern boarders. Looking around at the young faces in the room Glorfindel could hardly see any experience between them. Rivendell had lived in peace for far too long its inhabitants not having seen the horrors of war as the generation passed had done. Closing his eyes to the scene in dismay Glorfindel did not even hear Legolas calling his name above the din until a warm body came crashing into his.

Just as Legolas had predicted he had found Glorfindel in the armoury along with at least another hundred elves all of them readying to leave for the boarders. The noise in the room was deafening and although Legolas called out serval times to hive Gve Glorfindel did not hear him above the sound. Desperate to get to Glorfindel Legolas had began to push his way through the hordes of male elves all of them dressing in their armour ready for battle. Legolas was too wrapped up in reaching Glorfindel that the prince hardly noticed as the noise filtered away to nothing everyone slowly realising the prince had entered the room. By the time Legolas reached Glorfindel the room had fallen into complete silence all the elves now watching as the prince threw himself at an unprepared Glorfindel. Not realizing his audience and only focused on his lover Legolas brought his lips to Glorfindel’s in a crushing kiss. The desperate kiss bruised Glorfindel’s lips but the Lord easily responded to Legolas searching tongue until they both fell breathlessly apart. Legolas panted hard, with tears in his eyes as he fell weakly against Glorfindel’s chest, his lovers arms the only thiholdholding him up. Glorfindel stared in shock down at his lover. Legolas had never been so spontaneous or demanding especially in front of company and Glorfindel did not know quite how to react. Glorfindel did not have time to speak however as Legolas timid voice echoed around the silent room.

“I do not want you to go. You will not come back to me. He knows, I can see it in his eyes. I can not live without you.” Legolas broke down into desperate hysterical sobs the image of Elrond’s expression haunting his mind as he clutched desperately to Glorfindel’s tunic with shaking hands. Not knowing what to do Glorfindel held on to Legolas tightly as he looked desperately over at Filgree and Erestor who where staring just as shocked at Legolas as Glorfindel was. Muttering broke out amongst the ranks of the warriors in the room and Glorfindel did not need his army questioning their success. Having glanced about the room for someplace private to go Glorfindel spotted a small alcove off to the side of the main armoury. The alcove had been used to house the bows of Imladris’ guards but at present it was empty save for some of the broken and useless weapons left behind. Easily Glorfindel lifted Legolas into his arms and carried his lover swiftly into the alcove. There was a small wooden bench in the far corner of the alcove and Glorfindel gently placed his lover down upon it before reaching out of the alcove and grabbing a flaming torch from the wall before promptly closing the less than sturdy door behind him.

It was dark in the little room the torch doing little for the windowless alcove accept create flickering shadows on the walls and roof. The room smelt of dampness and must, mixed with the wax used for stringing the bows it once housed. Outside Glorfindel was relived to hear as Erestor and Filgree took charge again of the elvan warriors instructing them to continue to ready themselves for battle. Inside however Glorfindel could see Legolas curled up in the corner of the bench his pained sobs lost in the closeness of the room. Securing the torch to the wall Glorfindel moved silently over to sit beside Legolas on the bench. With a gentle hand Glorfindel eased Legolas down into his lap so that the prince could lay his head easily against Glorfindel’s chest. With his arms wrapped firmly about Legolas person Glorfindel began to sing. The song of love and hope was only audible to the lovers who sat together in the room and despite it’s tale Legolas began to relax a little, his sobs slowing and his tears beginning to dry. Glorfindel had a beautiful voice that washed over Legolas like a warm comforting blanket, not in a thousand millennia would Legolas ever tire of hearing his lover’s voice. When the song came to an end Glorfindel found Legolas gazing up at him through puffy tear reddened eyes, fear shining from them like the light of Ellendil.

“They will not take me away from you Legolas. I would beg before mandos himself to be allowed to see you again if I should a s a second time.” Glorfindel whispered softly against the top of Legolas head still soothing his hands against Legolas back. “There is nothing we can do about fate Legolas we must accept what is to come. I know in my heart I will not loose you for you carry the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. What little hope there is for our success in this war is made up for in my heart by the hope you carry. I promise I will come back to you my love even if I must crawl on my hands and knees to do so. I will not leave you I promise.” Legolas barely had time to breath before Glorfindel’s lips softly met his own the gentleness of the kiss unlike any Glorfindel had gifted upon Legolas before. From a dusting gentleness the kiss deepened las las seeking Glorfindel’s tongue in a heated dance that left them both groaning softly into one another’s parted lips. Lips swollen and glistening Legolas drew back slightly from Glorfindel his arms still wrapped tightly about Glorfindel’s neck as they stared at one another in silence. While Legolas felt better about Glorfindel leaving for the borders it was no less painful or frightening. The possibilities of untold horror still loomed over the realms of elves and Legolas feared how it would all end. Yet in the fear Legolas found solace in Glorfindel’s words and while they were little comfort they helped just enough for Legolas to let go and let fate take its course.

“Will you make love to me?” Legolas stared softly up at Glorfindel who seemed to smile a little at Legolas innocent request. Easily Glorfindel nodded and moved to stand from the bench in order to return to the preparations outside.

“Aye Legolas we will make love this evening if you so wish it. I will finish things here and meet you in our chambers……………” Glorfindel trailed off as Legolas shhis his head defiantly his hands still holding Glorfindel’s tunic preventing the elder erom rom rising from the bench.

“Nay, I wish you to make love to me now. Here. If we wait, they will keep you from me with meaningless tasks better taken care of by others. They begrudge me my time with you and I will not have them take from me what precious hours together we have left.” Glorfindel was stunned and merely stared at Legolas in confusion as the prince began to undo the ties of Glorfindel’s tunic and leggings.

Legolas had Glorfindel half undressed when the prince paused and reached beneath the bench pulling out some dusty old blankets, which had once covered the most precious of bows in the alcove. Kicking the blankets out onto the floor Legolas slid from Glorfindel’s lap to his knees before the Lord, his fingers nimbly freeing Glorfindel’s growing cock from its confines. Like a starved horse Legolas quickly engulfed Legolas member with his mouth drawing a delighted moan from Glorfindel who opened his legs wider and relaxed fully against the cold rock wall behind him. Legolas smiled around the stiffening member in his mouth as Glorfindel wove his hands into Legolas golden hair encouraging the younger elf to take him deep and with more fever. Legolas eagerly replied determined to draw Glorfindel to the peek of his excitement so that when they finally made love the elder elf would come deep within him. Glorfindel managed to open his eyes long enough to see the door to the alcove open slightly and a pair of green sparkling concerned eyes peep around the corner. Glorfindel was far from caring what anyone could see and merely waved Filgree away with a shaking hand, knowing that the tutor would keep guard at the door until such time as he and Legolas had finished. Glorfindel watched Filgree nod understandingly before quietly closing the door to again, Legolas none the wiser to his brief audience as Glorfindel pushed him back down onto the blankets.

Knowing what was to come Legolas lay back on the blankets and watched as Glorfindel stood and pushed his leggings down around his ankles before lying himself down atop his lover, careful not to crush the delicate bump of Legolas stomach.
“Forgive me my love I am not prepared for this.” Legolas lifted his hips a little as Glorfindel drew up the robe around Legolas waist, exposing the prince’s dripping member that stood to attention against the bulge of his stomach. Legolas was not quite sure what Glorfindel meant for a moment but as he watched his lover draw his own fingers into his own mouth wetting them with saliva the prince instantly knew what had to be done. As quick as lightening Legolas grabbed hold of Glorfindel’s hand drawing the wet fingers back from where they were beginning to descend to their intended destination. Glorfindel looked up and frowned at Legolas as the prince gently kissed the inside of Glorfindel’s wrist before placing the hand down beside his head to support Glorfindel’s weight better.

“Legolas I must………..” Glorfindel was cut off as Legolas crushed a kiss to his lover’s lips before drawing back and gently lifting his own legs so that they wrapped comfortably about Glorfindel’s waist.

“Nay take me as I am.” Glorfindel was about to protest in outrage of Legolas suggestion but Legolas promptly pressed a slender finger to Glorfindel’s lips to silence him yet again. “I want it to feel like our first time again. I need it to hurt; I need to feel you hard within me so that the memory of this does not fade in your absence. I do not know when we will see each other again and I need the memories of your love to linger so I do not forget you even in our darkest hour.” Glorfindel could not argue with such reasoning having felt the same way. With a kiss to Legolas lips Glorfindel pressed himself firmly against Legolas’ opening before whispered a soft prayer to the valar and then plunging into Legolas unprepared body.

Legolas buckled almost in two at the swift intrusion the pain sweeping through his body just as the first time Glorfindel had made love to him. Biting his lip to keep from calling out Legolas willed his body to relax as the pain of Glorfindel’s entry dulled and began mingling with pleasure. With his hands braced either side of Legolas head on the floor Glorfindel began thrusting rhythmically forward setting the strong and confident pace both he and Legolas needed. Involuntarily Legolas tightened his legs around Glorfindel’s waist glad for the training Gandalf had given him that morning which allowed him to compensate for his pregnancy as Glorfindel’s thrust began stronger and more demanding. Changing his angle a little Glorfindel hit the sweet spot deep inside his lover causing Legolas to gasp and cry out in elvish with each thrust. Glorfindel had gone past caring who was left in the armoury to hear his coupling and merely encouraged Legolas to scream louder as he drew Legolas closer to him so that he could thrust impossibly deeper into Legolas willing body.

When Glorfindel’s climax came it tore breath from his lungs just as a blow to the gut with a sword would do. A fire swept from the very tips of Glorfindel’s toes to the points of his ears all of it pooling in his sacks before exploding from him in thick tendrils into Legolas body. Had Legolas not been pregnant already Glorfindel was sure he would have conceived as Legolas’ own climax continued to milk him of his essence. In his own blinding climax Glorfindel had not even heard Legolas scream his name and undying love, only realising the prince’s indiscretion when the door to the alcove opened again and Filgree stood his sword drawn ready to kill Glorfindel if Legolas scream had been some indication of the prince’s pain.

It took only a moment for Filgree to realize his mistake and re sheathed his sword ready to turn and close the door again behind him, when Glorfindel called to him to stop. Obediently Filgree did as he was instructed still with his back to the couple who were lying breathlessly upon the floor. Looking down at his lover Glorfindel could see Legolas wavering between consciousnesses and awareness the intensity of their love making taking them both unawares.

“Stay and close the door.” In Quenya Glorfindel spoke softly to Filgree who obediently did as he was told stepping into the cramped room and closing the door behind him. Filgree respectfully kept his eyes to the floor. He had seen Legolas naked a thousand times before and nod no qualms about seeing Glorfindel naked, but his rank below the two elves dictated his discretion. Despite keeping his gaze to the floor Filgree could see out of the corner of his eye as Glorfindel eased himselom Lom Legolas body and sat back on his knees having laid Legolas legs back down onto the blankets. The prince looked completely shattered and Filgree could not help but smile in amusement of seeing his once student thoroughly fatigued by sex. “There is a little blood check him for injury while I dress.” Again in Quenya Glorfindel addressed Filgree calmly. A little worried now of Legolas health Filgree didn’t care that he was watching Glorfindel clean himself up and dress himself as he knelt down over Legolas body. With a steady hand Filgree pressed three fingers into Legolas body, the passage still open and slick with Glorfindel’s essence. Ignoring the fact that Glorfindel was staring at him Filgree pressed softly against particular places on Legolas stomach almost relived when Legolas merely grunted his fatigued disapproval and attempted to turn over.

“He is fine as is the child. The blood is merely a few tears at his entrance and will heal over the next few days, although he will be sore in the morning.” Filgree removed his hands from Legolas body wiping them crudely on the dusty blankets as he stood again to face a now full redressed Glorfindel. Filgree watched on as Glorfindel sighed heavily in relief showing his true worry about having overdone his love making with Legolas. Glorfindel nodded in understandingly and finished strapping his weaponry to his body before bending down and softly pressing a kiss to Legolas lips after Filgree had obligingly pulled the prince’s robe back down to cover his body.

“I love you Legolas. I will see you when I return from the borders. Take care my love.” Although Legolas was half unconscious it seemed the prince had understood and heard what Glorfindel said because he half muttered a reply, which made Glorfindel smile. Rising from Legolas Glorfindel strode over to the door of the alcove and opened the door to find most of the warriors having already left leaving only the remaining few with knowledge of whe hhe had just done. Pausing in the entranceway Glorfindel glanced back at Filgree and gestured to Legolas with a caring hand. “Take him back to his chambers and have Elrohir watch over him until he wakes tomorrow. Tell Elrohir that should it happen while we are gone that I am to be sent a message immediately. Then you may return to us in the courtyard to continue preparations for leaving.” Filgree bowed respectfully to Glorfindel before lifting Legolas to his arms and moving from the room. The remaining warriors stared at Legolas limp body in Filgree’s arms as they disappeared from the armoury leaving Glorfindel standing stoically in the center of them. He looked all the world like the warrior who had fought the balrog and survived and the respect he commanded insure none in the room would speak of their leaders private affairs. With a sigh Glorfindel instructed everyone to begin their way to the courtyard before he too followed his men into the unknowing future….

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