Orchids in 'Lorien
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,317
Reviews:
61
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Confrontation
Title: Orchids in ‘Lorien 13a/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Diclaimer: not mine; no profit made
Pairing: Legolas/Orophin, others
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Just a few weeks after the last chapter...
Sunlight filtered into the room between heavy curtains, making it appear as though it were dawn rather than two hours before noon. A lithe form lay sprawled diagonally across the bed, a maf gof golden hair across the pillows. Orophin laid a silver tray of food down on the table near the bed. “Wake up, Princeling. I have brought you breakfast,” he said, shaking Legolas’ shoulder before crawling back into bed himself.
“Mmmm,” Legolas buried his face in a pillow while taking his morning stretch.”What did I do to deserve such royal treatment?” The soreness in his backside quickly reminded him. “Oh, now I remember...”
Orophin picked up a ripe strawberry, dipped it into some sweet cream and brought it to Legolas’ mouth. “I shall never cease to be fascinated by you,” he said, admiring the Prince’s sensuousness as he ate the fruit. Emerald eyes turned to him. “Remember the day we met?” he asked. Legolas nodded in repsonse. “From the moment I say you, I told myself I had to have you. I wanted just one night with you...”
“Like you had with many others, no doubt,” Legolas teased.
“Aye.” Orophin’s expression remained serious. “But then I looked into your eyes, and the world began to spin...” and it did so again when he saw those green orbs staring at him, full of lust. The taste of strawberries filled his mouth and he realized it was the taste of Legolas’ lips and tongue.
“Nay, stop,” Orophin said when the light kiss began to turn aggressive and needy. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Can it not wait?”
“It has been waiting for a while now. You seem to attack me before I can ever manage to bring it up.”
Legolas grinned. “Forgive me for not being able to keep my eager hands off of you. You are so tempting…So what did you want to talk about?”
“About the possibility of me guarding the borders of Mirkwood.”
“What?” Legolas became visibly shocked and worried; he sat up in the bed. “Why would you want to do that? You can have anything you want, you do not need to work.”
“I do not like the idea of sitting around while others provide for me. I need to do something with my life.”
“But... you do not need this. You can do anything you desire. Surely there are enough things you enjoy doing to keep you from becoming bored…”
“This IS what I desire,” Orophin’s voice took on an angry tone, and he tried to calm himself. “Legolas, ‘tis not about being bored. I want to do something worthwhile. Please?” he took Legolas’ hand, entwining their fingers. “Will you talk to your Ada? And tonight I will show you my gratitude…”
“Very well,” Legolas agreed, but his worries remained. He feared what would happen should Orophin be in the presence of the other guards, especially Dúrhir. Would they tell him?
“Oh, Legolas. You are so good to me, melleth! Amin mela lle.” Orophin wrapped his arms around the Prince squeezing him tight. Although unhappy about letting his lover join the Mirkwood guard, Legolas felt a sense of warmth pooling in his stomach, just seeing Orophin’s joy.
*****
The Prince of Mirkwood marched angrily towards his father’s study. He really did not want to face his father after the incident that morning; but he knew that if he did not, Orophin would keep asking about it.
When he entered the room he found the King at his desk. Thranduil who who it was and said nothing, only continued writing. Legolas looked at him with disgust and contempt. Ever since his mother left them, after he was born, Thranduil had never taken a lover. Legolas knew this. He had always believed that his father had closed himself off to love in any form. Now he wished he would never have found out the truth.
“Orophin wishes to join the Guard. Will you allow it?” he asked, rather sternly.
“Aye.” Thranduil’s lips curved into a slight smile at the knowledge that Orophin wanted to serve him in whatever way.
Legolas became engraged, his nostrils flared in anger when he saw how his father’s eyes lit up at the mention of his lover’s name. “He is mine, I hope I do not have to remind you of that,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I do not know of what you speak.”
“I think you do.” Legolas’ hands clutched the edge of the desk. “You think I do not see the way you look at him every evening at dinner, but I do.” Emerald met peridot as prince and king glared at each other. “I came to your chambers earlier today, to ask you if you would let him join. I saw you, Adar. Naked, with your cock in your hand. Fingers buried deep within you. Writhing like an animal. Screaming MY lover’s name!”
“Enough!” Thranduil pounded his fist into the desk. “Is this how you speak to your father? To your King? Have you no shame?”
“Have you?” Legolas asked in almost a whisper before he turned and left the room, leaving Thranduil with a bewildered expression on his face.
The blonde King sunk back into his chair, tears threatening to spill. He had promised himself never to let his heart betray him again. And it did.
*****
Tbc… sorry it’s so short, but I’m having a hard time with the details of the next scene. I’ll post that one tomorrow though ;-)
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Diclaimer: not mine; no profit made
Pairing: Legolas/Orophin, others
Rating: NC-17
Timeline: Just a few weeks after the last chapter...
Sunlight filtered into the room between heavy curtains, making it appear as though it were dawn rather than two hours before noon. A lithe form lay sprawled diagonally across the bed, a maf gof golden hair across the pillows. Orophin laid a silver tray of food down on the table near the bed. “Wake up, Princeling. I have brought you breakfast,” he said, shaking Legolas’ shoulder before crawling back into bed himself.
“Mmmm,” Legolas buried his face in a pillow while taking his morning stretch.”What did I do to deserve such royal treatment?” The soreness in his backside quickly reminded him. “Oh, now I remember...”
Orophin picked up a ripe strawberry, dipped it into some sweet cream and brought it to Legolas’ mouth. “I shall never cease to be fascinated by you,” he said, admiring the Prince’s sensuousness as he ate the fruit. Emerald eyes turned to him. “Remember the day we met?” he asked. Legolas nodded in repsonse. “From the moment I say you, I told myself I had to have you. I wanted just one night with you...”
“Like you had with many others, no doubt,” Legolas teased.
“Aye.” Orophin’s expression remained serious. “But then I looked into your eyes, and the world began to spin...” and it did so again when he saw those green orbs staring at him, full of lust. The taste of strawberries filled his mouth and he realized it was the taste of Legolas’ lips and tongue.
“Nay, stop,” Orophin said when the light kiss began to turn aggressive and needy. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.”
“Can it not wait?”
“It has been waiting for a while now. You seem to attack me before I can ever manage to bring it up.”
Legolas grinned. “Forgive me for not being able to keep my eager hands off of you. You are so tempting…So what did you want to talk about?”
“About the possibility of me guarding the borders of Mirkwood.”
“What?” Legolas became visibly shocked and worried; he sat up in the bed. “Why would you want to do that? You can have anything you want, you do not need to work.”
“I do not like the idea of sitting around while others provide for me. I need to do something with my life.”
“But... you do not need this. You can do anything you desire. Surely there are enough things you enjoy doing to keep you from becoming bored…”
“This IS what I desire,” Orophin’s voice took on an angry tone, and he tried to calm himself. “Legolas, ‘tis not about being bored. I want to do something worthwhile. Please?” he took Legolas’ hand, entwining their fingers. “Will you talk to your Ada? And tonight I will show you my gratitude…”
“Very well,” Legolas agreed, but his worries remained. He feared what would happen should Orophin be in the presence of the other guards, especially Dúrhir. Would they tell him?
“Oh, Legolas. You are so good to me, melleth! Amin mela lle.” Orophin wrapped his arms around the Prince squeezing him tight. Although unhappy about letting his lover join the Mirkwood guard, Legolas felt a sense of warmth pooling in his stomach, just seeing Orophin’s joy.
*****
The Prince of Mirkwood marched angrily towards his father’s study. He really did not want to face his father after the incident that morning; but he knew that if he did not, Orophin would keep asking about it.
When he entered the room he found the King at his desk. Thranduil who who it was and said nothing, only continued writing. Legolas looked at him with disgust and contempt. Ever since his mother left them, after he was born, Thranduil had never taken a lover. Legolas knew this. He had always believed that his father had closed himself off to love in any form. Now he wished he would never have found out the truth.
“Orophin wishes to join the Guard. Will you allow it?” he asked, rather sternly.
“Aye.” Thranduil’s lips curved into a slight smile at the knowledge that Orophin wanted to serve him in whatever way.
Legolas became engraged, his nostrils flared in anger when he saw how his father’s eyes lit up at the mention of his lover’s name. “He is mine, I hope I do not have to remind you of that,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I do not know of what you speak.”
“I think you do.” Legolas’ hands clutched the edge of the desk. “You think I do not see the way you look at him every evening at dinner, but I do.” Emerald met peridot as prince and king glared at each other. “I came to your chambers earlier today, to ask you if you would let him join. I saw you, Adar. Naked, with your cock in your hand. Fingers buried deep within you. Writhing like an animal. Screaming MY lover’s name!”
“Enough!” Thranduil pounded his fist into the desk. “Is this how you speak to your father? To your King? Have you no shame?”
“Have you?” Legolas asked in almost a whisper before he turned and left the room, leaving Thranduil with a bewildered expression on his face.
The blonde King sunk back into his chair, tears threatening to spill. He had promised himself never to let his heart betray him again. And it did.
*****
Tbc… sorry it’s so short, but I’m having a hard time with the details of the next scene. I’ll post that one tomorrow though ;-)