Mending a Heart

A/N: The Wood – another name for Mirkwood

Chapter 13: In the Stable

Early the next morning, Elladan awakened. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that his entire family was still sleeping peacefully. Quietly, he crept out of Legolas’ bedchamber and walked down the corridor to his own room. There, he bathed and dressed himself before heading downstairs to get something to drink.

Elladan entered the kitchen and poured himself some water. He walked into the dinning hall and sat down at the table. He wondered what kind of state Legolas would be in when he awakened.

Elladan stood, stretched and decided to go back to Legolas’ room when he heard a horse approaching. Hurriedly, he raced through the parlor and out of the entrance hall.

When he got outside, he was surprised to see Glorfindel approaching the manor.

“Good morning, Elladan,” Glorfindel said merrily.

“Good morn, Glorfindel,” Elladan said, looking at the warrior curiously. “What brings you to the manor so early? Has there been an attack?”

“Nay,” Glorfindel replied, smiling. “Late last night, a messenger and several guards arrived from Mirkwood.”

Elladan felt as though someone had struck him in the stomach. *They have come to take Legolas away.*

“They brought with them some tidings from the king,” Glorfindel continued, never noticing the dismayed look on Elladan’s face. “Would you please see that the prince receives this parcel and letter? There is also a message for your father from the king.” He handed the items to Elladan.

“It shall be done,” Elladan replied, looking in Glorfindel’s eyes. “And the elves from Mirkwood? Should I. . . should I awaken the prince so that he may prepare for his departure?”

“Nay,” Glorfindel said, shaking his head vigorously. “The riders from The Wood left at the break of dawn. It was very late when they arrived last night, and the lord had already retired. Duke Meris was still setting about his duties and offered to provide food and shelter for the guests, in the hope that Elrond would not be disturbed. Anyway,” he continued, “they said that they could not linger in Rivendell, as they had to attend to some of the king’s affairs. Thus, they left this morn. . . well fed and well rested, though.”

“I see,” Elladan said, trying to hide his relief that the riders hadn’t come to collect Legolas.

“Well,” Glorfindel remarked brightly, “I must get back to my post. Perhaps, I will see you later.”

“Aye,” Elladan said smiling. He watched as Glorfindel rode away on his steed and then opened the letter that was addressed to Legolas. He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, but he wanted to know if there was any mention of Legolas’ inevitable departure. He read the note and felt his heart sink.

Hastily, Elladan went back into the manor and up the stairs. He entered his bedchamber and shoved the parcel and the letter under his bed. He adjusted his coverlet carefully, making sure that it was long enough to hide the items that he had hidden.

Elladan sat on the edge of his bed and placed his head in his hands. *What am I going to do?*

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Legolas caressed the long dark hair of his lover and pressed his body against him firmly. The prince noticed that Elladan smelled like flowers aswrapwrapped his arms around the lithe body before him. Gently, Legolas placed a delicate kiss on his lover’s neck.

Arwen rolled over to face Legolas, still sleeping peacefully.

“Arwen!” Legolas shouted and fell out of the bed.

Arwen, Elrond and Elrohir awakened with a start.

Legolas peeked over the side of the bed and ducked when he saw Arwen look in his direction. Quickly, the prince tried to surmise the situation. *Arwen is in my bed and Elrond and Elrohir were sleeping in here as well. Elladan is nowhere to be found. Hmmm. . . What has happened? Perhaps I had another one of the waking dreams. Whatever occurred must have been horrible if Elrohir, Elrond and Arwen are here. If only I could remember.*

“What are you doing?” Arwen asked, peering over the bed and looking at Legolas with concern.

“Uh. . . nothing,” Legolas said, standing up abruptly, looking cautiously at Elrond and Elrohir.

Elladan jogged into the bedchamber, looking distressed. He smiled sincerely, though, when he saw Legolas.

“So the whole family is here then?” Legolas asked nervously.

Elladan looked at the confused look on Legolas’ face and forgot his troubles for a moment. He knew how proud the prince was and knew that Legolas would not like to seem weak in front of Arwen, Elrohir or his father. Thinking quickly, Elladan began to chuckle to himself. *Methinks that I shall have some fun.* “So, what do you have to say for yourself?” he asked curtly, glaring at Legolas.

“I. . . I. . . ” Legolas stammered.

“I. . . I. . . is that all you can say?” Elladan mocked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Elladan,” Elrond said calmly, giving his son a stern look.

“Nay, Father,” Elladan said in mock anger, “do not try to defend the prince. He has dishonored me by bedding my sister. And to think that I was concerned about his friendship with Tialise and Mander! But you know what they say, why get dessert down the road when you can get it down the hall!”

“What?” Arwen asked in shock, blushing from Elladan’s ridiculous accusation.

Elrohir laughed and Elrond shook his head in incredulity.

Legolas looked at Elladan in disbelief. “Elladan, I couldn’t have done that. Surely, you are jesting. It is not possible. Although I care for Arwen very much, she is like a sister to me. I could never. . . lay with her.”

“Ha!” Elladan exclaimed haughtily. “Well what were you doing when you awakened this morning? Were you not **laying** with her?”

“Look at us; we are fully clothed!” Legolas said, still trying to determine whether or not Elladan was serious. “How could we have possibly done what you are saying?”

“You think that I am a fool, don’t you, Prince?” Elladan spat. “Have you suddenly lost your ability to dress yourself? Could you not have committed your act of treachery and then clothed yourself? Last night, all I did was leave the bedchamber for just a moment. I only wanted to get some water to quench my thirst. And when I came back you were quenching **your** thirst too, you cur! How could you betray my trust in such a way? How could you do that to me?”

“Elladan, I have no memory of what occurred last night, but. . .” Legolas began.

“Indeed?” Elladan said in mock indignation, interrupting the prince.
Elrond watched Elladan in shock but when their eyes met for a moment, he understood what his eldest son was trying to do. Touching Elrohir on the shoulder, Elrond wordlessly implored him to depart.

Elrohir met Elladan’s eyes for an instant, smiled and then left the room with his father.

“How convenient. . . these dreams are,” Elladan sneered. “Perhaps I shall rip off those lying lips of yours and then claim that I had a dream as well. Hmmm. . . that would actually be very amusing,” he said, grinning evilly.

Arwen looked around the bedchamber and noticed that Elrohir and her father were gone.

While Legolas continued to protest, Elladan glanced in Arwen’s direction.

Understanding, his actions, Arwen nodded slowly. Smiling warmly at her brother, she left the prince’s bedchamber.

“Elladan, I. . . I. . .” Legolas said in defeat.

“Did not bed Arwen, of course,” Elladan said cutting the prince short, “but the look on your face is quite hilarious.”

“Elladan!” Legolas yelled in annoyance.

“’Twas a jest, Legolas.” Elladan remarked simply.

The prince looked around the room and sighed when he realized that he and Elladan were alone. “Where. . . where did everyone go?”

“I don’t know,” Elladan lied. “Perhaps all of your shouting and crude accusations scared them away,” he remarked as he approached Legolas.

Legolas gave Elladan an exasperated look, sighed and sat on the bed. He was trying to recall what had happened the night before.

“You had a nightmare,” Elladan said gently. “Do you remember?”

“Well,” Legolas began slowly, “did I cry?”

“Aye,” Elladan said, gently stroking the prince’s golden hair.

Legolas sighed heavily and looked down at the floor with disgust. “I made a fool of myself, didn’t I? And I did it in front of your whole family.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t think about this now,” Elladan said warmly. “If you’d like, I could bring you something to eat. The morning meal is almost ready. Are you hungry?”

“Nay,” Legolas said softly. “I wish to be alone, right now. I. . . I just need to be alone.”

“Alright,” Elladan said. He touched the prince’s shoulder gently and left the room.

Legolas sat in the bedchamber alone and placed his head in hands as some memories from the previous night came rushing back.

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Legolas decided to go to the stable so that he could ponder the events of the preceding night. Upon entering the stable, he walked up a narrow wooden staircase that led up to a loft. It was plain, sporting none of the elvish architecture that the rest of the stable bore so magnificently. Instead, the loft housed multiple hay bales, a straw covered floor and two large windows at either side of the structure. The huge windows allowed the sun to fill it with sunlight.

The prince walked over to one of the large open windows and sat down on the hard wooden floor in front of it; he propped his back against a large bale of hay. Legolas closed his eyes and let the rays of the sun bathe him in warmth.

“Legolas?” Elladan called. “Where are you?”

“I am upstairs,” Legolas said.

Elladan climbed the stairs and walked over to the prince. “May I join you?” he asked politely.

“Of course,” Legolas replied.

Elladan sat down beside the prince loo looked at him carefully.

Legolas looked simply beautiful in the glorious sunlight. His golden hair gleamed and his blue eyes matched the hue of the sky above. The prince was frowning, though, and cradling his injured hand gently.

“Does it hurt?” Elladan asked.

“A little,” the prince said drearily.

“Allow me,” Elladan said tenderly. Carefully, he grasped Legolas’ injured hand and began to take the bandage off. He waited for the prince to protest and was shocked when Legolas didn’t utter a word. Continuing his treatment, Elladan opened a small bottle of ointment and poured a little bit of the liquid onto his hands. Gently, he began to rub the oil onto Legolas’ wounded knuckles.

“What you did for me today,” Legolas said slowly, “in the manor. The way you spared me from further humiliation. . . the way you somehow made your family leave and not question me was. . . was. . . very kind. I am in your debt.”

“I did nothing,” Elladan said plainly as he began to rewrap Legolas’ hand with a clean bandage. “I only jested with you as always. Oh, I won the jest this day, just in case you were wondering.”

“I have never met anyone as kind as you,” Legolas stated sincerely, ignoring Elladan’s attempt to dismiss his praise. “I behaved like a child, and yet you still desire to be with me.”

“In what way did you act like a child?” Elladan asked. “Is it because you cried? Legolas, I know that you have your duty and your honor to consider, but you are hurting inside. You need to grieve.”

“Please,” the prince said in annoyance, “I do not wish to listen to yet another lecture about what I need to do to become well. I only want to forget about last night. If you wish to help me, then allow me to forget my woes. . . even if it is only for a little while.”

“And how will I do that?” Elladan asked. Their eyes met and he knew the answer to his own question. “Very well,” he said. “I shall help you to forget.”

Legolas watched as Elladan stood up and began to undress himself slowly. The prince tried to stand so that he could assist his lover, but Elladan stopped him.

“Nay,” Elladan said, “I will do everything this time. You asked me to help you to forget and I shall grant your request. I want you to relax and enjoy the pleasure that you are about to receive.”

Legolas nodded and watched as Elladan continued to undress himself.

Elladan unbuttoned his tunic slowly, revealing his chest seductively. He removed his tunic, allowing it to drop to the floor. He sat down on the floorboards beside the prince and removed his boots, placing them next to his tunic. Elladan laid back on the wooden floor and drew his knees up, raising his buttocks off of the floor. He pulled his leggings down slowly, lowering his hips once the garment had been pulled below his buttocks.

Legolas looked at Elladan’s beautiful naked body. His fair skin glowed in the beams of sunlight, and the prince felt himself harden at the mere sight of his lover.

“’Tis your turn,” Elladan said huskily, enjoying the way that Legolas was looking at his body. He sat up and moved over to where Legolas was sitting. Lazily, he began to unbutton the prince’s tunic.

Once again, Legolas tried to assist Elladan.

Smiling gently, Elladan pushed Legolas’ hands aside. He removed the prince’s garment and boots and then stared at Legolas’ chest hungrily. Bending slightly, Elladan placed his lips on the prince’s right nipple.

Legolas moaned as Elladan’s tongue danced across his hardened nub.

Elladan moved his mouth to Legolas’ other nipple and sucked diligently. When the prince moaned again, he could feel himself beginning to harden.

Legolas panted softly. He looked at him lustfully as Elladan carefully eased him back onto the floor. He smiled faintly and waited patiently for Elladan’s next move.

Elladan placed his hands on Legolas’ knees and spread the prince’s legs apart gently.

Legolas closed his eyes and arched his back in expectation.

“Presumptuous, aren’t we?” Elladan asked, smiling teasingly.

Legolas opened his eyes, reached back and grabbed a handful of straw, throwing it at Elladan playfully.

Elladan smiled and placed his hand on top of the prince’s leggings, directly on his shaft.

“Oh,” Legolas said in surprise, closing his eyes once again.

Elladan began to stroke the prince’s member slowly.

Legolas writhed and began to pant heavily. “Elladan,” he moaned.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” Elladan asked lustfully.

Legolas opened his eyes and nodded his head slowly.

“Prove it, then,” Elladan challenged. “Moan for me, Legolas.” He removed his hand from Legolas’ shaft and sat in between the prince’s legs. Lowering his head, Elladan placed his mouth on top of Legolas’ leggings, directly on the prince’s erection.

“Ah!” Legolas exclaimed, digging his hands into Elladan’s hair.

Elladan sucked on the prince’s shaft, and then began to nibble gently on the tip of the prince’s shaft through his leggings.

“Elladan!” Legolas moaned breathlessly.

Elladan removed his mouth from the prince’s member and began to inch upward smothering Legolas’ body with kisses. When he reached the prince’s face, Legolas was glowing with pleasure. Elladan smiled and kissed him passionately.

Legolas parted his lips, inviting Elladan’s tongue into his mouth.

Elladan accepted the prince’s invitation and slid his tongue inside of Legolas’ hot orifice. He began to thrust his pelvis firmly against Legolas’.

The prince responded by matching Elladan’s thrusts.

Legolas moaned as Elladan’s movements became more erratic and he felt their shafts rubbing together rhythmically. “Elladan. . . Elladan!” he shouted, wrapping his legs around Elladan’s body.

The males rocked back and forth moaning in pleasure until Elladan felt Legolas shudder as the prince released his seed. Elladan’s release followed shortly thereafter.

Legolas trembled and unwrapped his legs from around Elladan.

Elladan, who was still on top of the prince, looked at Legolas and kissed him on the lips.

“That was wonderful,” Legolas said softly.

“It was,” Elladan agreed. “It was also only the beginning. I am not done with you yet.”

Legolas smiled and then sat up abruptly. “The stable hands,” the prince whispered. “Do you think they heard us?”

“Nay,” Elladan said, looking up at the prince. “They are busy as always. They took the horses out for an early morning run.”

Legolas relaxed and laid back down on the floor, gently stroking Elladan’s hair.

Elladan kissed Legolas again, forcing his tongue into the prince’s mouth. They kissed passionately and only broke apart when Elladan moved his lips to the tender flesh of the prince’s neck.

Legolas gasped when Elladan began to nibble on his collarbone.

Elladan moved his lips downward slowly, kissing every inch of flesh upon Legolas’ exposed chest.

When Elladan reached the waistband of Legolas leggings, he moved from on top of the prince and sat beside him. Elladan slid his hand inside of Legolas’ breeches. Slowly, Elladan began to caress the prince’s member.
“Oh, Elladan,” Legolas moaned as his shaft began to harden once again.

Elladan removed his hand from the prince’s breeches carefully. He didn’t want Legolas to become too excited too quickly. He wanted to make this moment last.

Legolas looked at Elladan hungrily. “Touch me,” he whispered, “please, Elladan.”

“As you wish, your Highness,” Elladan said smiling. He picked up a long piece of straw from the floor and eyed Legolas seductively. He brushed the hay up and down the prince’s chest and watched as Legolas trembled with pleasure. Elladan moved the piece of straw to the prince’s left nipple and began to stroke it slowly.

“Elladan, please,” Legolas pleaded, hoping that the pleasure would never end.

Elladan straddled the prince once more. He bent and began to suck Legolas’ left nipple hungrily while teasing his right nipple with the straw.

Legolas writhed and called Elladan’s name over and over again.

Elladan looked at the prince and smiled deviously as he gently placed the straw into Legolas’ navel, tickling playfully.

Legolas laughed and pushed Elladan’s hand away.

Elladan smiled at the prince lovingly. He got off of Legolas and untied and removed the prince’s leggings. He looked at Legolas’ beautiful erect shaft and bit his lower lip in lustful appreciation.

“Elladan?” Legolas asked softly. “Please,” he arched his back and looked at Elladan questioningly. “Please?” the prince begged.

Elladan nodded his head and smiled. Using the piece of straw, he began to stroke Legolas’ member gently.

“Oh Elbereth, Elladan!” Legolas shouted when Elladan began to trace little circles on the tip of the prince’s hard organ.

Elladan placed the piece of straw on the floor beside him and grabbed Legolas shaft with his left hand. Elladan placed the tip of the prince’s member into his mouth and licked lavishly while pumping the prince’s shaft with his hand.

“Elladan!” Legolas yelled, writhing frantically.

Elladan stopped his ministrations abruptly, and rolled Legolas onto his stomach. Languidly, he began to kiss the prince’s back gently.

Legolas moaned quietly and rested his head on his interlaced arms.

Elladan moved his lips lower and lower, kissing the prince’s butt cheeks playfully. He continued to move down the prince’s body and began to suck and lick the back of Legolas’ knees mercilessly.

“Ah!” Legolas moaned.

Elladan worked his way back up to the prince’s buttocks and began to kiss them gently.

Legolas closed his eyes as Elladan pleasured him slowly, but let out a yelp when he felt Elladan’s slick finger entering his anus. For a moment, he wondered if Elladan’s only reason for bringing the oil had been for healing purposes. Legolas almost made a derisive comment, but was stifled when Elladan slid another finger inside of his entrance. He moaned, and began to thrust his hips when another finger was placed inside of him. Legolas groaned, still writhing his hips slowly.

Elladan removed his fingers and positioned himself behind the prince. Carefully, he placed the tip of his member inside of Legolas.

“Ohhhhh,” Legolas moaned, pushing back firmly against Elladan’s erection.

“Legolas,” Elladan gasped at the prince’s sudden action. He laid on top of Legolas’ back, thrusting his hips slowly.

Legolas moved his hips eagerly, quickening the pace of their lovemaking.

Elladan began to pant heavily as he plunged in and out of the prince’s tight hole. He could feel the prince’s heat and tightness quickly bringing him to release. Elladan began to lick the tip of Legolas’ ear as he thrusted frantically.

Legolas cried out when Elladan’s shaft slid against the most pleasurable place within him. Every plunge stroked this special place, and that coupled with Elladan’s tongue upon his ear sent the prince over the edge.

Elladan’s cries echoed the prince’s only moments later. Exhausted, he removed his shaft from inside of the prince and laid down beside Legolas, panting heavily.

Legolas sat up and used his already seed-covered leggings to clean himself.

“Come here,” Elladan said propping himself up against the bale of hay.

Legolas moved over to Elladan and sat in between his legs, allowing Elladan to hold him in his arms.

“You are amazing,” Legolas said quietly.

“As are you,” Elladan said, kissing Legolas on the temple. “So, then,” he began slowly, “are you alright after your nightmare?”

“Must we discuss this now?” Legolas asked, becoming irritated.

“I just want to make sure that you will be alright,” Elladan said sincerely.

“I am angry with myself for my foolish behavior,” Legolas responded quietly. “I am humiliated.”

“I am the one to blame. I was not there for you when you awakened,” Elladan said softly.

“You are not to blame, Elladan.” Legolas reassured him.

Still feeling guilty, Elladan tried to explain his absence. “I just had a lot on my mind.” Suddenly, he remembered the conversation that he had with his father the day before and he also remembered the letter.

“How can I ease your mind, Elladan?” Legolas asked gently. “You know that you can share anything with me.”

“I can?” Elladan asked sadly.

“Always,” Legolas said, stroking Elladan’s thigh affectionately.

“Always?” Elladan asked quietly.

“Always and forever, Elladan,” Legolas said warmly. “I love you.”

Elladan looked at Legolas unable to speak as his father’s words plagued his mind. *He is a prince, Elladan. Legolas is bound to Mirkwood by blood, by honor and by duty. Soon, the prince will be called home, and what will you do then? You must find the answers to these questions before your relationship progresses further. If you are not willing to totally commit yourself to Legolas, then you must end this now.*

“Elladan?” Legolas asked, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

“I. . . I. . . ” Elladan said, standing up abruptly. *You must decide how you feel about Legolas. I’m fairly certain that you will face some resistance from the king. Thus, you must determine if Legolas is worth the fight. Do you truly love him?*

“I have to go,” Elladan said quickly.

Legolas watched in silence as Elladan got dressed.

“I put your leggings on,” Elladan said avoiding the prince’s eyes. “I am going back to the manor and I will see that they are cleaned. You can wear mine.”

“Elladan, I. . . ” Legolas began.

“I have to go,” Elladan said abruptly and walked hurriedly down the stairs.

Legolas looked out of the window sadly and watched as Elladan ran toward the manor. *He doesn’t love me.*

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TBC. . .