The secret life

Part 11


Imladris, 1479 T.A.

A shadow lay over the valley – all of sudden every laughter in Imladris had become silent. The tragedy, that had occurred in the misty mountains, affected everyone, for everyone had loved Lady Celebrian.
She had been on her way back from her long overdue visit in the Golden woods, when her party had been attacked by orcs. Only one soldier survived and made it to Imladris to alarm his Lord. Search parties immediately had been formed, 3 days the warriors searched the mountains. It had been Elladan, who finally found his mother alive in a cave near the Redhorn pass. In a fiery battle he and his brother killed the orcs and rescued Celebrian, but her body was battered. She had been tortured, poison still clung at her wounds. Elrohir, who had some healing talents, could only stop the bleeding and take her pain away. They brought her home as fast as they could. In the evening they reached Imladris, Celebrian placed in Elrohirs arms. During the ride, she had lost consciousness.
That was two weeks ago and although Elrond had been able to heal her body, she wasn’t faring any better. Her dreams were disturbed with nightmares, she refused to eat and was always cold. Elrond only knew too well, he wasn’t able to heal her broken soul. Celebrian was fading. And he also knew, there was only one way for her to survive: She had to sail west.

***

Legolas sat in the grass near the Bruinen, his favourite spot in Imladris. But this evening, the young elf didn’t notice the beauty of the valley, nothing could comfort him. Finally he gave in to his sadness and tears began to run down his cheeks.
When he heard footfalls behind him, he was annoyed at first, as he wanted to be alone, but then he saw it was Glorfindel, who sought him out. He quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve and tried to smile.
“Don’t, Legolas.” Glorfindel got down near the Greenwood prince. “Sometimes it’s okay to cry, pen-neth, even for warriors like us.”
He drew the younger elf’s head in his lap and began to stroke over the blond hair. In his eyes he too felt tears pricking. For a long time they simply sat there and cried in silence. Eventually Legolas sat up.
“They will depart for the Havens tomorrow.”
“I know. I will go with them, Legolas. We all want to see our Lady off. And Elrond is my friend, he will need me.”
“I understand that. But I don’t want to come with you. I don’t wish to see her sail… I cannot… it’s like… like I had to say goodbye to MY naneth as well… again.” He sobbed.
“Hush, it’s alright. You don’t have to. But won’t you feel lonely when everyone’s gone? It will take at least four weeks to travel to Mithlond and back.”
“Erestor will stay… and then there’s still Sarik.”
“Yes, I’m really happy you found a friend among the warriors.”
For some moments, neither said a word. But then, Legolas looked at Glorfindel with concerned eyes.
“How do the twins cope with their mothers parting?” he asked.
The seneschal sighed.
“I worry about them. Elohir will deal with this, but Elladan... and I always thought him the stronger one. He is so full of hatred now.”
“I wish I could do something for them, help them – somehow. But I can’t get through them...”
“They will come to you, just give them some time.”

***

The next morning everyone was busy with the last preparations for the trip to Mithlond.
Glorfindel, who had just given last instructions to his second in command, was sitting in his study when someone knocked.
“Come in.... ah, Sarik. There you are.”
“You summoned me, captain?”
“Yes, come in. Sit down, please... I have to talk with you. I need a favor!”
“Whatever it is – consider it done!”
“Be careful with such statements, when you don’t know what is asked of you, soldier. Anyway, my request is concerning Legolas. As his friend you surely noticed how much the fate of Cele.... how much this tragedy affects him.”
“I’ve noticed, captain.”
“Forget the captain for a while... I speak to you now as friend of Legolas myself. He won’t come with us to Mithlond, he has his reasons. But I don’t want him to be left alone with his gloomy thoughts. I want you to look after him these next weeks. Try to cheer him up a little.”
“But I am to leave with the next patrol.”
“No, I already took care of that. You are off duty until we return.”
“Thank you, cap... Glorfindel. I will care for Legolas gladly. Oh, and would you please tell the twins how sorry I am for their loss.”
“I will do that. And now go saes... I’ve still got some things to do.”

Except for Legolas, Erestor and Lindir, no one came to see the party to Mithlond off. Everyone honored the wish of the Peredhel family to depart in silence. The spirits were dark, as was the sky above. Heavy clouds hung over the valley as if the weather itself was grieving. Celebrian had been placed between heavy furs and blankets in a wagon, Arwen sitting by her side. The moment of their departure had come now. Elrond gave some last instructions to Erestor, who would run Imladris until his return. Then he talked briefly with Lindir. Glorfindel hugged Legolas heartily, no words where needed between them. Next he burried his beloved Erestor in a deep embrace.
“Be careful on the road, ind-nîn. Return to me save and sound. I couldn’t live without you...”
“Don’t be afraid, meleth... I will always return to you. You understand that I have to go with them?”
“I understand! But I will miss you.”
“I will miss you too...”
They kissed each other tenderly, then Glorfindel mounted Asfaloth.
Legolas went to the twins.
“Elladan, Elrohir, I...I, I don’t know what to say. Know that whenever you need me, I will be there. May Elbereth grant you a safe journey.” He hugged first Elrohir, then Elladan, but the older twin remained unresponsive to his foster-brothers embrace. Elrohir placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.
“Come muindor, it’s time.”
They also mounted their horses and the party set off.


***

Two weeks later...

Step- blow- step- block- step- step- blow. Legolas drove his sword mercilessly against his opponent in a fiery battle. At last Sarik stepped back.
“Daro...daro... I yield!” he panted heavily.
Legolas threw his sword away and let himself fall on the grass, totally worn out. Sarik sat himself next to him.
“Are you feeling better now?”
“Maybe...but now my back hurts.”
“No wonder since you fought me for more than an hour. Should I give you a massage?”
“That won’t be necessary – a hot bath will do!”
Sarik looked a little disappointed, but didn’t say a word. Legolas stared in the sky above.
“Two weeks since they went away. I wonder if Imladris will ever be a place of joy and laughter again. It has become awfully quiet...”
“Give it time, mellon-nîn... Hey, I know how to cheer you up a little. Come with me to the tavern tonight.”
“Sarik, you know Elrond doesn’t want me to go there until I reach my majority.”
“But Elrond isn’t here. Come on! Don’t be such a coward. You do want to be a real warrior, don’t you? Well, real warriors go to the tavern every now and then!”
Legolas sighed.
“Alright, I’ll come with you. But Elrond and Glorfindel musn’t know of this!”

***

The tavern was well frequented that night. There were only few seats left. Sarik spotted some soldiers of his regiment in the corner and pulled Legolas along with him.
“Ah, Sarik... and Legolas, was a pleasant surprise. Sit down pen-neth!”
Legolas pouted at hearing this appellation. Only Glorfindel was allowed to call him so. Sarik ordered them some wine. Legolas carefully tasted the dark red liquid.
“Do you like it? I ordered a particular sweet one, so you grow accustomed to the taste.” Legolas nodded hesitantly... he felt a little lost between all these bawdy warriors. Loud laughter sounded in his ears and one of the soldiers adressed him:
“Well, Legolas. Did you already taste the pleasures of the flesh? Tell us, who fulfills your carnal desires. On of the scribes, sweet little Melpomaen maybe?”
Everyone laughed as Legolas face turned to crimson. He reached for his wine and downed it in one go. Sarik refilled his cup.
Luckily the others showed no more interest in his sexual life, but still, Legolas felt somehow awkward among them. He emptied another cup of wine, again Sarik refilled at once.
The evening went on and Legolas found out, the more wine he drank, the more he liked those bawdy jokes, that were told. Sarik was about to pour him another cup, when one of the more seasoned warriors stopped his hand.
“Daro, Sarik... I think the pen-neth had enough. You should take him home now.”
The warrior nodded. He paid the wine and dragged Legolas out of the tavern.

The younger elf swayed dangerously, his legs turned to jelly as they made there way back. Sarik led his friend to the barracks.
“Stay with me tonight, Legolas.”
“You... mean, I should sleep... in the barracks, that E- Erestor doesn’t find... out, what I’ve done?”
“No. I mean stay with ME tonight. Let me love you, Legolas. Let me give you pleasure... Legolas, please...”
And he grabbed the younger elf and kissed him passionetely. At first, Legolas struggled against him, but soon he felt his body respond and surrendered to Sarik’s caresses.The warrior shoved him into his room and pressed him against the wall. He began to fumble at the younger one’s tunic.
“Take that off, seron vell.”
Legolas hesitated.
“Come now, Legolas... I know you want it too... I can feel your arousal. It’s common among us warriors to see to a friend’s need. And you are a warrior, aren’t you? So undress, my beautiful friend. There’s nothing to be afraid of...”
Legolas still wasn’t convinced by Sarik’s words, but he did as he was told. As soon as his clothes were gone, the other warrior shed his own garments and pressed his naked body against Legolas. While his hands slit down the younger elf’s chest, he licked and nibbled at the throat. Legolas couldn’t help but moan, when a moist tounge trailed down his chest, over his stomach and stopped only an inch above his proudly errected member.
Sarik pulled Legolas onto the bed and kissed his way from Legolas mouth down the young elf’s arousal. At first he licked slowly along the purple flesh, then he sucked at the sensitive tip. Legolas savord the feeling of warm lips on his member, but as the mouth closed around his shaft, the sensation became too much for him. With a cry he released his seed in the other’s mouth.
// Too soon! // he thought embarrassed, but Sarik only smiled.
“It’s okay, pen-neth, really. And now, I will have you, alright? I gave you pleasure, now you will do the same for me, right? Turn around, on your hands and knees would be best.”
Legolas hesitantly followed the given instructions. Sarik took a bottle of oil form his nightstand and covered his shaft with the liquid, smelling of wild roses.
“As it is your first time, there will be a little pain. But if you relax, it will feel really good for you, believe me. Maybe it would be best if I’ll do this quick...”
Legolas hadn’t the time to ponder at those words for suddenly, he felt a searing pain at his backside. Sarik had breached him fully and without further preparation.
“Daro, daro, daro, SARIK! It hurts, saes, daro.”
“Oh, Legolas... you feel so tight, so hot... don’t ask me to stop now...Try to relax!”
And he began to trust into the tight channel. Legolas cried out.
“NO! Get off me, Sarik. I said DARO!!!” He shoved the warrior off and slapped him across the chest.
The warrior sighed frustrated and then, something in his gaze changed. The normally friendly looking eyes all at once shone somehow malicious.
“But you enjoyed me giving you pleasure, didn’t you!” he hissed. “Yet you are not willing to give something back... and you want to be a warrior? You are a nothing! A spoiled brat that wants to play with the soldiers! But I tell you something: You will never be one of us. You are good for nothing, not for the battle and not for the bed. You are a loser! Get your pretty ass out of my sight, I don’t think I can stand your presence even one more second!”
Legolas became deathly pale at hearing these words, tears showed in his eyes. He quickly snatched his clothes and flew.

He ran to the house, through the corridors towards his chamber. Blinded by his tears, he paid no attention to his steps, stumbled, reached for one of the tapestries on the wall, but pulled the fabric with him in his fall as he hit the floor with a loud bang.
At once, the door next to him opened, and a dark head peeked outside. Erestor immediately realised the miserable state, Legolas was in. The young elf lay burried beneath the tapestry, only half clothed and with red rimmed eyes.
“Legolas? Valar, what happened to you, child?”
Legolas face turned to crimson. His tutor freed him of the heavy tapestry and helped him up. That was when he noticed the bloodstain at Legolas leggins.
“Legolas- have you been... I mean, did someone force you...”
“No, I wanted it too... I mean at first...”
“Wait, not here in the corridor. Come in here.”
Together they entered Glorfindels bedroom, where the advisor usually stayed. Erestor led the distressed elf to the bed and ordered him to lay on his stomach.
“Legolas, do you trust me?”
Legolas nodded.
“Good. Let me have a look at your backside. I won’t touch you intimately. I only wish to help you.”
Very carefully, Erestor examined the damage, that was done. The tender entrance seemed badly torn. The advisor got up and took a jar out of the cupboard.
“This salve has a numbing effect and will help you heal. You can apply it youself. But now tell me what happened.”
It took Erestor some time, to make sense of Legolas stammering, but soon he knew, what had occurred in the barracks. He stroke the blond head soothingly, until the young elf had calmed a little.
“Please Erestor... don’t tell anybody, saes.”
“Legolas, Sarik deserves to be punished for what he did to you...”
“NO, then everyone will know – NO! Promise me you won’t say a thing.”
“Legolas – I cannot do that. Even though Sarik didn’t force you, he had no right to behave as he did. He must be admonished at least. As his captain, Glorfindel is to decide, what kind of punishment is adequate.”
Legolas cried only louder at hearing that.
“Then everyone will know... and they will look at me in pity and... disgust. I will die of shame!”
“No, you won’t, because you won’t be here!”
Legolas looked at Erestor with confused eyes.
“Tomorrow, Lindir travels to Lorien to bring some of Celebrians belongings to Lady Galadriel. And you, Legolas, will accompany him and spend some time in the golden wood.”


Translation:

pen-neth – little one
ind-nîn – my heart
meleth - love
daro – stop
mellon- nîn – my friend
seron vell – dear lover
saes - please


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Carinito: Hope you like it. I really miss Ama sometimes. She was so cute... but a mature Legolas has his advantages too ;)

Anon: Thank you... I try my best to be always as quick as possible. Sometimes it's difficult to find the time, but if I don't manage to write at least a little, I'm quite moody all day.

HHS: See, now they will meet... Time of waiting soon will be over :)


Thanks to all my reviewers,

Githoniel