A Healing Touch

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Hello everyone, since I got so many positive reviews for that last chapter, I decided to post the next one early. Enjoy!

Steph: Thank you! I was actually debating on this chapter, whether or not I put the actual sex scene in too soon, hence the wait. I was actually considering deleting the sex scene but I got so many positive reviews so I guess I did good.

louise_oblique: lol, I take it you approve of this chapter? Don't worry, we'll see daddy's reaction soon enough.

Silent Archer & Vincentsgurl: LOL, your friend is cool. Tell her I said 'Thank you' and I appreciate her review. Now, like I said before, I am not at all offended that you don't read the slash. It's not your cup of tea, thats fine. (I just wanted to see your reaction, really, lol) I won't read Mary Sue's or Legomances, or w/e they're called... well there was this one good one I read, though I'm not sure if it could be considered a Legomance. It was called 'Forgotten Allies', very awesome fic. Anyway, take care. Here's the next chappie.

Mawgy: enjoy your shower? j/k, lol. Anyway, thats fine. I always cry when I watch 'The Land Before Time' and Littlefoot's mother dies. I'm such a sap. And I'll make sure Erestor eventually gets a good fuck, don't worry. LOL, that was my first sex scene ever, and I was so worried about it, but apparently you all liked it so I must've done something right. And you'll eventually see the twins reaction to Legolas, Elrond and Glorfy's relationship, though it might not be for the better, you'll have to wait and see. Anyway, I'm glad you liked it, heres another chapter that will sate your hormones, lol. P.S. sorry my response in the last chapter was so sloppy, I had been awake for nearly 26 hours. LOL, I wanted to create a schedule so I would sleep during the night, opposed to during the day.

Star: Here's more steamy elf sex coming your way.

Dreemseer: LOL, glad you liked it, very hard chapter to write. Here's more.

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Disclaimer: Is there even a point to this anymore?

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Legolas awoke with a soft moan. He rolled over onto his stomach to feel warmth pressed up against his side and slowly his vision began to clear from the glaze of elven sleep. Right before him laid another golden haired elf and the previous night quickly came back to him.

Glorfindel tiredly blinked as he smiled into the nearly identical pair of eyes staring back at him. He slowly raised his hand and tenderly brushed the golden locks out of the other elf's face. "Good morning, penneth."

"Good morning, Glorfindel." Legolas replied as he nuzzled into the seneschal's shoulder.

Glorfindel happily pulled Legolas' body closer to his, keeping his arm around the younger elf's mid-section. "How are you feeling?"

Legolas was silent for several seconds before he replied a little embarrassedly. "A little sore," his voice was muffled as he spoke into Glorfindel's shoulder "but well."

The seneschal chuckled. "I hope Elrond and I weren't too rough with you last night."

Glorfindel could see the prince blush even with his face buried in his shoulder. Legolas slowly looked up and turned his head to the other side of the bed then turned questioning eyes back towards Glorfindel. "Where is Elrond?"

"Oh. He had to return to his chambers and freshen up. He has many duties to perform this morning,"
Glorfindel sighed. "We will have to rise soon as well. Although... we can still have a bit of fun before then."

With a devious grin on his face, Glorfindel , fast as lightening, flipped the younger elf onto his back causing him to yelp in surprise, and hovered over his body kissing and suckling his neck as he grinded his half erect member against Legolas' . "Elrond--" the elfling gasped as he felt the welcoming heat gather in his groin, "wont mind?"

"Of course not, little one."

The both of them moaned at the friction of their two shafts grinding together. Legolas pulled Glorfindel's head up from where he was nibbling on his shoulder to kiss him long and passionately. Glorfindel eagerly obliged and brushed his tongue over the prince’s lower lip, seeking entrance and then plunged his tongue into the moist cavern of his young lover.

Legolas moaned into his mouth as Glorfindel took a hardened nipple in his fingers and began to pinch and tug at it. Seeing the reaction he got from the youngster, the seneschal reached up with his other hand to give the other nipple the same treatment. Legolas unconsciously started to buck his hips against Glorfindel's. "Please," Legolas whimpered, "I-- I need-"

"Shh, I know what you need, cunneth." The elder elf murmured into his ear. Glorfindel raised himself off the wriggling body beneath him, earning a disappointed moan from Legolas causing the elf lord to chuckle as he crawled over to the end table at the side of the bed to retrieve the bottled oil. He then repositioned himself between the elven prince's legs and began coating his member with the oil with one hand while he fondled Legolas' own shaft with the other, causing small moans to escape his mouth.

Glorfindel hovered over the elfling as he pulled his legs around his waist and gently kissed him as he positioned his member at his tight opening. Legolas, still not fully used to the intrusion, whimpered as he felt Glorfindel's hard tip push against him.

"Shh, relax your body, Legolas. I realize I am rather large but if you remain calm it won't be as painful. You know I would never purposely hurt you, don’t you?"

The prince nodded as Glorfindel tenderly took both Legolas' hands in his and held them above his head, squeezing them gently. Never taking his eyes off the form below him, the ancient elf lord thrust firmly into Legolas, causing him to cry out and clinch his eyes shut.

Glorfindel immediately regretted being so rough when he felt Legolas squeeze his hands as if they were his life line and saw the look of pain on his sweet face. He quickly stopped his movement to allow the prince to adjust. "Ai, Legolas, forgive me. I did not mean to cause you pain. I must remind myself that you are not used to this."

Legolas slowly looked up as he heard Glorfindel's sorrowful voice and met his tearful eyes. He saw the guilty expression that was written all over the seneschal's face and pulled his body towards his and kissed him tenderly on the head. "Nay, Glorfindel. I am fine. It just still feels a bit uncomfortable. You did nothing wrong and besides, I would have to get used to the feel of you sooner or later. Really, I will be all right."

Glorfindel tenderly brushed a finger over las\las' face. "If it becomes too much for you, tell me to stop."

Legolas smiled up at the elf lord. "It won’t."

The elf lord slowly started to thrust, never taking his eyes off Legolas to know what pained him and what didn’t. He reached down with one hand and began fondling the prince’s weeping member and felt him raise his hips against his hand. Glorfindel kept repositioning his thrusts until Legolas gasped when he hit his sweet spot.

Legolas moaned as Glorfindel continued brushing up against his gland. He then gasped when he felt the seneschal brush his finger over the tip of his prick, smearing the pearly drop of his seed over the swollen head. Breathing heavily, Legolas felt the welcoming tingle pool at his groin. He tossed his head from side to side as his moans became louder and more pleading. "Ai, Glorfindel! I -- I cannot-"

"Shh, it’s alright. Look at me, Legolas." Legolas turned passion filled eyes to the elf lord above him.
"Look at me," Glorfindel repeated. "I want to watch you when you come." he thrust again at the sweet spot. "Come for me, penneth." he growled. With one more thrust, Legolas came, gasping out Glorfindel's name, and never taking his eyes off his handsome elf face above him.

With the look of sheer ecstasy on his lover's face and the feel of his tight muscles contracting around him, it was enough to make Glorfindel come undone. He thrust hard twice more before he groaned and collapsed on Legolas' trembling form.

For several minutes they laid unmoving. Exhausted sweaty bodies pressed against each other, their loud panting the only sound in the room. After several moments, Glorfindel raised his trembling body off the slighter elf and carefully removed his spent member from his body. He laid next to Legolas and pulled him on top of him before he met his bright blue eyes and smiled. "Did you enjoy that, penneth?"

Legolas smiled back amidst his husky breathing and nodded shyly. "I suppose we should ready ourselves before we are late for breakfast. Everyone will wonder where we are."

Glorfindel nodded. "Perhaps that is best. Would you like to bathe together?" again, Legolas bashfully nodded.

"Come then," Glorfindel patted Legolas on his bottom, "before we are late and people start wondering what we are up to."

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After Legolas and Glorfindel had bathed and dressed, they made their way to the dining room for breakfast. Luckily for them nobody had asked them about their tardiness.

Elrond, however, did have interesting news that caught everyone, even Glorfindel, by surprise.
"I received a message from Mirkwood this morning from prince Nava." Legolas immediately froze. There was something wrong. He could feel it. "Apparently," Elrond continued, "the number of orcs on their boundaries has increased. From what I’ve read, prince Tallen's soldiers are having difficulty keeping them at bay and I’m afraid King Thranduil is losing all hope. Nava tells me he has entered an even deeper depression and his heart now knows only grief. He has stopped coming out of his chambers entirely and the rule of the kingdom has fallen solely on Nava and even he is having difficulty keeping up."

The whole room was quiet and everyone was completely still. Legolas' fork suddenly dropped to the floor, breaking the silence. He abruptly stood up and would have run outside had Arwen not grabbed him by the arm. The prince stood in place and turned sorrow filled eyes to Elrond.

The elf lord turned the same grief stricken eyes to his young lover. He could say nothing, however, for nothing he said would comfort the young prince. Erestor, however was the first to speak. "What’s to be done, my lord? Shall I send some soldiers to Mirkwood to assist them?"

Elrond sighed. "I am going to Mirkwood myself. I wish to see how extensive the damage is and if it is as bad as Nava claims, I will send word back for a party of soldiers to aid their kingdom."

"You're going alone, Elrond? Are you mad!?" Glorfindel exclaimed. His mouth was hanging open in shock. "I will not have it! If you are to go then I will accompany you."

"Nay, Glorfindel. I need you here to take my place while I am gone." Glorfindel went to object but the elf lord held up a hand to silence him. "I will not go alone, I assure you. I will take a small party of soldiers. The less of us there are, the less likely we will attract attention."

"If you are to go to Mirkwood then I shall be a member of this party." All eyes turned to Legolas. He was standing tall and proud, head held high in determination and in that instance looked every inch the youngest prince of the woodland realm that he was.

Elrond shook his head. "Nay, Legolas. 'Tis too dangerous. I will not have you harmed over an incident such as this."

"An incident such as this." Legolas echoed. "Elrond, Mirkwood is my kingdom and Thranduil is my father. If I can help him I will face any foe who threatens his or my brothers lives. I will not sit back and watch my family get killed. I am going."

Nearly everyone in the room had their mouths parted. Never before had Legolas ever dared to challenge the elf lord’s authority. Elrond himself had a look of disbelief on his face. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he was rather proud of Legolas for willingly taking on such responsibility for his family and kingdom. Though he was reluctant to say so, Legolas was right. As a prince it was partially his responsibility to protect his people. With a soft sigh Elrond nodded, if a little reluctantly. "Very well, Legolas. You may accompany me."

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"It's suicide! You both could very well get yourselves killed." Glorfindel was pacing in his room while Legolas was standing in front of the mirror strapping on his gauntlets.

"I realize that, Glorfindel. But my father needs me even if he will not admit it."

"Yes, Legolas, I know, but you heard what Elrond said. Your father is in a deep depression and--"

"Exactly. He is depressed." Legolas turned grief stricken eyes to the seneschal. "Perhaps if I tried, I could help cure him of it."

The elder elf sighed. "But what if in his grief he hurts you?"

"Ada would never hurt me, Glorfindel. He loves me."

Glorfindel slowly walked up to the prince and took both his hands in his. Gently he kissed the palm of both of them. "But so do I. In his grief, Legolas, he could be dangerous. Especially if he's so far gone that he has secluded himself to his chambers. I just don’t want to see you get hurt." The Balrog slayer rested his forehead against Legolas'. "Please be careful, penneth."

Legolas tenderly kissed Glorfindel on the lips. "I will. I promise."

"I expect nothing else," Glorfindel teased. "for if you disobey me I may have to punish you. You have only just reached your majority and I can still put you over my knee."

"He is lucky I do not do just that for challenging me this morning at breakfast in front of everyone." Elrond said as he stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

Both elves parted as Elrond strode in, smiling. Glorfindel was the first to reach the elf lord as he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

Not even two seconds after they parted did Legolas all but jump into the lord of Rivendell's awaiting arms. Elrond reached down and pulled the younger elf's face to his as they too shared a long desperate kiss.

Elrond sighed when their lips left each other. "This will be dangerous, you know, and I still do not like the idea of you coming along."

"I know, Elrond, but it's my kingdom. My family..."

"I know, little one. I know."

"Just promise me, both of you," Glorfindel said all too seriously, "try and keep out of trouble. I don’t need to be playing doctor by the time you return."

"Oh I don’t know," Legolas said as he walked predatorily towards the seneschal, a glint in his eyes.
"I Think I would rather enjoy it if you played doctor with us."

Glorfindel smirked and pulled the elfling to him. "Oh really?"

With a look of amusement, Elrond shook his head. "You two are dangerous together." The three chuckled.

"Before you go, Legolas, I have something for you." Glorfindel said as he headed towards the chest at the end of the bed. He took out an old key from his robe pocket and unlocked it and then pulled out a beautifully carved bow and a quiver full of arrows and handed them to Legolas who was gaping, wide eyed at the gift.

"Nay, Glorfindel, you cannot give me these. They belong to you."

"And now they belong to you. Legolas, you by all means are the greatest archer I have ever known. Even when you were a child you showed true potential in the fields of archery. No one deserves these more then you."

Legolas, with tear filled eyes, lunged himself into Glorfindel’s embrace, causing both of them to fall backwards onto the bed and land bouncily on top.

Both seneschal and elf lord chuckled at Legolas' joy. Even as a small child Glorfindel had spoiled Legolas, much to the objection of Elrond, but the prince’s gratefulness and love had always seemed to make their hearts melt.

"Come now," Elrond smiled. "Try them on."

Legolas strapped the quiver into place and swung the bow over his shoulder. They suited him well, the ancient elf mused. The elfling smiled fondly at the two elven lords. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Glorfindel."

"You’ve earned it, penneth. Now off with you. You'd best be on your way before sundown. "

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Elrond, Legolas and four guards were mounted on their horses at the gates of Rivendell, ready to depart. Glorfindel, Arwen, Elrohir, Elladan and Erestor stood in front of them to see the small party off. "Take care, both of you. Please come back to us safely." Glorfindel said as he shared a heart felt gaze with his two lovers. With a final nod, Elrond steered his mount through the gates, followed close behind by the prince and the guard.

They had travelled long and hard into the night, only stopping for the horses sakes. When the group stopped they only bothered to make a fire and roll out their bed rolls. They didn’t bother to eat much except for a small bit of lembas bread.

Before dawn they were off again, pushing their horses to the very limit. And so for the rest of the week did they travel as such, only stopping to let the horses graze, drink and rest.

Early morning on the seventh day of their travel, Elrond had sent his guards to scout the surrounding perimeter. Now that they were getting closer to Mirkwood, they wanted to search for any orc activity around the border.

Suddenly there was a loud pain-filled cry as one of the elves was shot down, an orc arrow protruding from his sternum, and then fell lifelessly to the ground. Then from out of no where, a whole pack of orcs came charging out of the bushes and headed directly towards the camp.

As the horses scattered about and whinnied in fear, the elven guard pulled out their bows and swords, battling the orcs with their lives but to no avail. The orcs outnumbered them five to one.

Legolas came from out of the clearing firing his bow, hitting each target, swiftly followed by Elrond swinging his sword about killing the foul beasts as he went. The prince managed to kill several orcs before one of the creature’s came up behind him while he was distracted by the other foes.

"Legolas! Behind you!" Elrond cried, apparently the only one noticing the young elf’s dilemma.

Just as Legolas turned around, an arrowe whe whizzing towards him and before he had time to react, the fell weapon struck him in the shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain as well as surprise before he fell to his knees on the moss covered earth. As he struggled to regain his composure, another orc came up behind him and unseen by the young prince, struck him in the head with the hilt of its sword, causing his eyes to roll back under his closing lids as he fell into unconsciousness.

"Legolas!" Elrond cried again. He turned to another orc, driving his blade into its stomach before he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. Then all went black.

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penneth: young one
cunneth: princeling
ada: dad

Woah, can you believe I actually put in such an evil cliffie? Hee hee...

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