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Sit with me and I will listen
Title; Feel so different (14/16)
Author; Az (azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir (Glorfindel/Elladan –implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst
Rating; N17
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t own them, don't sue me
Authors note; this is the sequel to Underneath it all, I want to thank all of you who gave me such sweet fb when I really, really needed it. And I want FB as always (I live for it you know :P ) – hmmm I forgot that I cannot remember where it is I got Celendir from, but I know it had something to do with Miriel :*smiles* - I had wanted to have it more angsty, but it is just impossible when listening to Calypso *lol* Blue will know what I mean *laughs*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
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I know you've every right to feel grief
You've not had anything that u need
But u put your head on my shoulder
'Til I whisper u something
It don't take much to have a good time
A lot of lovemaking and a little wind
And u got to be willing
U stand tall and u stand strong
U try ruthless compassion
For yourself and for everyone
Yeah it's hard but it can be done
But U put your head on my shoulder
'Til I whisper u something
If you've never seen a good time
How would u recognise one?
Sinead O’Connor – ‘Till I whisper you something
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Chapter 14 - Sit with me and I will listen
Legolas rode from the city of his childhood towards the path leading out of the city. Deep in his own thoughts, he was startled by Telin, who came riding in the opposite direction. “My prince?” Telin said.
“Telin,” Legolas uttered and smiled. “Was it you who escorted my husband to the border?”
“Aye,” Telin nodded. “Shall I take you to him?”
“Please do,” Legolas said, looking up at Telin.
Telin bit his lip and gathered his courage. “Have you been crying, my prince?”
“Yes,” Legolas answered truthfully, even though he would rather have just dismissed the guard. “And please do not call me prince; I don’t have a title anymore.”
“You will always be my prince,” Telin said with a doting smile.
Legolas turned his head and looked at Telin. “Just what are you implying, my friend?” he asked, trying to sound as he did not care, but in fact he was more than happy that he had the faithfulness of this soldier at least.
“If you go, I will go with you,” Telin said and suddenly clasped his mouth with a gloved hand. “That is if you and your husband will let me,” he added shyly.
Legolas laughed softly. “But of course, Telin. Perhaps I can try and repay the kindness you showed me.”
Telin smiled and cleared his throat and made his horse halt. He dismounted and looked up at Legolas. “Come, I helped your husband build a shelter here so he could wait for you.”
“You did?” Legolas exclaimed and jumped down from the horse and smiled at Telin once more. “I do not think that neither I nor Elrohir will ever be able to repay your kindness.”
“You are too kind,” Telin mumbled and guided Legolas into the bushes, towards a small clearing where he saw Elrohir sitting and sorting out some berries.
“Legolas!” Elrohir yelled happily and got to his feet to hurry and kiss his beloved. “What are you doing here already?”
“I left” Legolas said in a flat voice, letting go of his husband to tie the horse to a tree. He turned and looked at Elrohir with a worried look. “Did they hurt you?”
“No,” Elrohir answered. “But they probably would have, if you had not had true friends here,” the dark-haired elf said and smiled at Telin.
Telin smiled and cleared his throat. “I will return for provisions then.”
“Yes,” Legolas said. “That is a splendid idea.”
“Provisions?” Elrohir said. “What for?”
“For us, silly. Telin is going with us to Lorien!” Legolas said and laughed softly, making his way to the fireplace and sitting down next to the large variety of berries.
“Tomorrow at dawn then,” Telin said and hurried off, leaving Elrohir and Legolas alone.
Elrohir made his way and sat next to Legolas, leaning his head against his husband's shoulder. “Are you sad?” he whispered.
“Well, yes and no,” Legolas admitted. “I am sad it had to be like this.” He turned his head and kissed Elrohir’s dark hair. “But I can never really be sad when you are around.”
“I love you, you know that,” Elrohir said and wrapped his arm around Legolas' waist. “I would never have left Mirkwood without you. Not even your father can keep me from you.”
“I know that,” Legolas said and picked up a berry. But then instead of eating it himself, he offered it to Elrohir, who gladly parted his lips and ate the berry from his lover's fingers, suggestively letting his lips linger longer than necessary. Legolas picked up one more and fed it to Elrohir, who this time sucked on his fingers. The blond smiled to himself and picked up yet another berry, but placed it between his own teeth, and used his hands to turn Elrohir’s head so they made eye contact.
Elrohir giggled cheekily but leaned in and gently pried the berry from Legolas' teeth with his tongue. But he did not stop there; he continued to kiss his husband, and Legolas wrapped both arms around his neck. As they broke off the kiss Elrohir looked at his beautiful husband. “Are you sure you feel like making love now?” he whispered.
Legolas smiled. “I am sure,” he whispered back. “I need to feel close to you, and I did not choose you for a husband because of your dashing looks,” he teased while he started to open Elrohir’s tunic.
“Is that a fact?” Elrohir said matter-of-factly. “Pray tell, Mirkwood elf, why did you choose me then?”
Legolas chuckled as he pulled Elrohir’s tunic off. “Because of your other skills,” he said, and let his fingertips brush over his lovers’ nipple.
“Oh, my hidden talents,” Elrohir said with a thick voice, as he too started to remove Legolas' clothing.
“Indeed, your hidden talents,” Legolas whispered and leaned in to kiss Elrohir’s nipple, gently tilting his lover to the ground. “Just as I am going to share my hidden talents with you, that would only be fair, do you not think?”
Elrohir nodded eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but he didn’t care. This did not happen often and he had learned to relish it. And he closed his eyes as he felt Legolas pull his leggings and boots off, leaving Elrohir naked. The blond then stood up, and started to remove his own clothes. Elrohir opened his eyes and looked again, but every time he tried to touch the newly revealed pale, soft skin, Legolas batted his hands away.
When Legolas finally finished his little dance, Elrohir felt himself painfully aroused, and more than happy that Legolas was willing to do this. He noticed the blond's eyes search and apparently find what he was looking for as the perfect little mouth formed an O. And he reached out for something Elrohir could not see. “This will have to work,” Legolas mumbled and coated his fingers in leather grease, inserting his fingers slowly inside Elrohir, making his lover relax and ready for what was to come. He leaned in and suckled on Elrohir’s ear tip, causing the half-elf under him to jerk and thrash violently. “You are ever so beautiful like this,” Legolas whispered and trailed kisses to his husban mou mouth.
Elrohir kissed Legolas back, and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, feeling himself moan loudly into the kiss as Legolas hit a little spot inside him that released tiny sparks in his entire body. He was feeling quite happy when his husband finally removed his fingers. Elrohir let him guide his feet to Legolas' own shoulders, so he would have easier access when he was ready to inch inside. But to Elrohir’s surprise he did not inch, he made one long smooth thrust and sheathed himself. This made Elrohir arch his back and groan in momentary discomfort, but that quickly turned to lust as Legolas began to move, massaging his insides, and with a firm grip around his erection stroking as he thrust. Elrohir moaned in delight and let both his own arms fall to the ground over his head.
Legolas thrust, making sure he was making it as good for Elrohir as possible. He sped up and listened to the sweet moans from his husband, as he could hear Elrohir got closer to his climax, watching the sweat form on the smooth skin. He had always loved this trait about Elrohir, besides his freckles. The fact that he formed the thin layer of sweat during their lovemaking had to be due to his mortal ancestors.
As much as Legolas wanted to just push on and lead them both into oblivion, he stopped and turned his head, kissing Elrohir’s foot tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered, and used one hand to mohe fhe foot, so he could kiss every one of Elrohir’s toes. The dark-haired elf purred and kept rotating his abdomen, to make Legolas’ erection brush his now too sensitive spots inside.
“P-please,” Elrohir breathed and bit his lips.
Legolas stopped kissing Elrohir's toes, and looked down on Elrohir, whose brow was furrowed as if he were in pain. The blond smiled, and placed his husband's foot back on his shoulder, he started to thrust again. Elrohir arched his back to feel his lover more, and within minutes he felt the fuzzy whirlwind drag him down, as he released himself on his own stomach.
Legolas followed in his climax, jerking irregularly as he slumped down on top of Elrohir. And just then he felt it. A little spark inside that had not been there before. “Oh,” he gasped.
Elrohir opened his eyes and wrapped his arms lazily around his husband. “Is something wrong?” he breathed.
“No, my love. Everything is just the way iouldould be,” Legolas whispered back, and kissed Elrohir’s sweaty throat.
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Glorfindel had arrived at the elven harbour. He dismounted Asfaloth and looked at the gate. “This is it, my friend,” he whispered to the horse.
He opened the saddlebag and pulled out some lembas bread, and broke off a little piece and offered it to the large horse, as he took a piece himself too. “I cannot help but think this is perhaps wrong; perhaps I should just try and rejoice in other things in Middle-earth than love for another elf.”
He sighed and rested his head against the warm animal. “If you could speak, you would probably tell me to shut up,” he said with a smile.
The horse tensed, and its ears turned like mad. Glorfindel looked up at the animal. “What is wrong, Asfaloth?” he asked but the horse just turned its head to see where the noise came from. Glorfindel turned as well, seeing a rider in the horizon, coming towards them with insane haste. “What in the name of…” he gasped.
His eyes widened as the rider came closer. “Elladan?” he whispered. “You came, you really came!”
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-TBC-
Author; Az (azmodan76@yahoo.co.uk)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir (Glorfindel/Elladan –implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst
Rating; N17
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t own them, don't sue me
Authors note; this is the sequel to Underneath it all, I want to thank all of you who gave me such sweet fb when I really, really needed it. And I want FB as always (I live for it you know :P ) – hmmm I forgot that I cannot remember where it is I got Celendir from, but I know it had something to do with Miriel :*smiles* - I had wanted to have it more angsty, but it is just impossible when listening to Calypso *lol* Blue will know what I mean *laughs*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
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I know you've every right to feel grief
You've not had anything that u need
But u put your head on my shoulder
'Til I whisper u something
It don't take much to have a good time
A lot of lovemaking and a little wind
And u got to be willing
U stand tall and u stand strong
U try ruthless compassion
For yourself and for everyone
Yeah it's hard but it can be done
But U put your head on my shoulder
'Til I whisper u something
If you've never seen a good time
How would u recognise one?
Sinead O’Connor – ‘Till I whisper you something
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Chapter 14 - Sit with me and I will listen
Legolas rode from the city of his childhood towards the path leading out of the city. Deep in his own thoughts, he was startled by Telin, who came riding in the opposite direction. “My prince?” Telin said.
“Telin,” Legolas uttered and smiled. “Was it you who escorted my husband to the border?”
“Aye,” Telin nodded. “Shall I take you to him?”
“Please do,” Legolas said, looking up at Telin.
Telin bit his lip and gathered his courage. “Have you been crying, my prince?”
“Yes,” Legolas answered truthfully, even though he would rather have just dismissed the guard. “And please do not call me prince; I don’t have a title anymore.”
“You will always be my prince,” Telin said with a doting smile.
Legolas turned his head and looked at Telin. “Just what are you implying, my friend?” he asked, trying to sound as he did not care, but in fact he was more than happy that he had the faithfulness of this soldier at least.
“If you go, I will go with you,” Telin said and suddenly clasped his mouth with a gloved hand. “That is if you and your husband will let me,” he added shyly.
Legolas laughed softly. “But of course, Telin. Perhaps I can try and repay the kindness you showed me.”
Telin smiled and cleared his throat and made his horse halt. He dismounted and looked up at Legolas. “Come, I helped your husband build a shelter here so he could wait for you.”
“You did?” Legolas exclaimed and jumped down from the horse and smiled at Telin once more. “I do not think that neither I nor Elrohir will ever be able to repay your kindness.”
“You are too kind,” Telin mumbled and guided Legolas into the bushes, towards a small clearing where he saw Elrohir sitting and sorting out some berries.
“Legolas!” Elrohir yelled happily and got to his feet to hurry and kiss his beloved. “What are you doing here already?”
“I left” Legolas said in a flat voice, letting go of his husband to tie the horse to a tree. He turned and looked at Elrohir with a worried look. “Did they hurt you?”
“No,” Elrohir answered. “But they probably would have, if you had not had true friends here,” the dark-haired elf said and smiled at Telin.
Telin smiled and cleared his throat. “I will return for provisions then.”
“Yes,” Legolas said. “That is a splendid idea.”
“Provisions?” Elrohir said. “What for?”
“For us, silly. Telin is going with us to Lorien!” Legolas said and laughed softly, making his way to the fireplace and sitting down next to the large variety of berries.
“Tomorrow at dawn then,” Telin said and hurried off, leaving Elrohir and Legolas alone.
Elrohir made his way and sat next to Legolas, leaning his head against his husband's shoulder. “Are you sad?” he whispered.
“Well, yes and no,” Legolas admitted. “I am sad it had to be like this.” He turned his head and kissed Elrohir’s dark hair. “But I can never really be sad when you are around.”
“I love you, you know that,” Elrohir said and wrapped his arm around Legolas' waist. “I would never have left Mirkwood without you. Not even your father can keep me from you.”
“I know that,” Legolas said and picked up a berry. But then instead of eating it himself, he offered it to Elrohir, who gladly parted his lips and ate the berry from his lover's fingers, suggestively letting his lips linger longer than necessary. Legolas picked up one more and fed it to Elrohir, who this time sucked on his fingers. The blond smiled to himself and picked up yet another berry, but placed it between his own teeth, and used his hands to turn Elrohir’s head so they made eye contact.
Elrohir giggled cheekily but leaned in and gently pried the berry from Legolas' teeth with his tongue. But he did not stop there; he continued to kiss his husband, and Legolas wrapped both arms around his neck. As they broke off the kiss Elrohir looked at his beautiful husband. “Are you sure you feel like making love now?” he whispered.
Legolas smiled. “I am sure,” he whispered back. “I need to feel close to you, and I did not choose you for a husband because of your dashing looks,” he teased while he started to open Elrohir’s tunic.
“Is that a fact?” Elrohir said matter-of-factly. “Pray tell, Mirkwood elf, why did you choose me then?”
Legolas chuckled as he pulled Elrohir’s tunic off. “Because of your other skills,” he said, and let his fingertips brush over his lovers’ nipple.
“Oh, my hidden talents,” Elrohir said with a thick voice, as he too started to remove Legolas' clothing.
“Indeed, your hidden talents,” Legolas whispered and leaned in to kiss Elrohir’s nipple, gently tilting his lover to the ground. “Just as I am going to share my hidden talents with you, that would only be fair, do you not think?”
Elrohir nodded eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly, but he didn’t care. This did not happen often and he had learned to relish it. And he closed his eyes as he felt Legolas pull his leggings and boots off, leaving Elrohir naked. The blond then stood up, and started to remove his own clothes. Elrohir opened his eyes and looked again, but every time he tried to touch the newly revealed pale, soft skin, Legolas batted his hands away.
When Legolas finally finished his little dance, Elrohir felt himself painfully aroused, and more than happy that Legolas was willing to do this. He noticed the blond's eyes search and apparently find what he was looking for as the perfect little mouth formed an O. And he reached out for something Elrohir could not see. “This will have to work,” Legolas mumbled and coated his fingers in leather grease, inserting his fingers slowly inside Elrohir, making his lover relax and ready for what was to come. He leaned in and suckled on Elrohir’s ear tip, causing the half-elf under him to jerk and thrash violently. “You are ever so beautiful like this,” Legolas whispered and trailed kisses to his husban mou mouth.
Elrohir kissed Legolas back, and wrapped his arms around the blond's neck, feeling himself moan loudly into the kiss as Legolas hit a little spot inside him that released tiny sparks in his entire body. He was feeling quite happy when his husband finally removed his fingers. Elrohir let him guide his feet to Legolas' own shoulders, so he would have easier access when he was ready to inch inside. But to Elrohir’s surprise he did not inch, he made one long smooth thrust and sheathed himself. This made Elrohir arch his back and groan in momentary discomfort, but that quickly turned to lust as Legolas began to move, massaging his insides, and with a firm grip around his erection stroking as he thrust. Elrohir moaned in delight and let both his own arms fall to the ground over his head.
Legolas thrust, making sure he was making it as good for Elrohir as possible. He sped up and listened to the sweet moans from his husband, as he could hear Elrohir got closer to his climax, watching the sweat form on the smooth skin. He had always loved this trait about Elrohir, besides his freckles. The fact that he formed the thin layer of sweat during their lovemaking had to be due to his mortal ancestors.
As much as Legolas wanted to just push on and lead them both into oblivion, he stopped and turned his head, kissing Elrohir’s foot tenderly. “I love you,” he whispered, and used one hand to mohe fhe foot, so he could kiss every one of Elrohir’s toes. The dark-haired elf purred and kept rotating his abdomen, to make Legolas’ erection brush his now too sensitive spots inside.
“P-please,” Elrohir breathed and bit his lips.
Legolas stopped kissing Elrohir's toes, and looked down on Elrohir, whose brow was furrowed as if he were in pain. The blond smiled, and placed his husband's foot back on his shoulder, he started to thrust again. Elrohir arched his back to feel his lover more, and within minutes he felt the fuzzy whirlwind drag him down, as he released himself on his own stomach.
Legolas followed in his climax, jerking irregularly as he slumped down on top of Elrohir. And just then he felt it. A little spark inside that had not been there before. “Oh,” he gasped.
Elrohir opened his eyes and wrapped his arms lazily around his husband. “Is something wrong?” he breathed.
“No, my love. Everything is just the way iouldould be,” Legolas whispered back, and kissed Elrohir’s sweaty throat.
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Glorfindel had arrived at the elven harbour. He dismounted Asfaloth and looked at the gate. “This is it, my friend,” he whispered to the horse.
He opened the saddlebag and pulled out some lembas bread, and broke off a little piece and offered it to the large horse, as he took a piece himself too. “I cannot help but think this is perhaps wrong; perhaps I should just try and rejoice in other things in Middle-earth than love for another elf.”
He sighed and rested his head against the warm animal. “If you could speak, you would probably tell me to shut up,” he said with a smile.
The horse tensed, and its ears turned like mad. Glorfindel looked up at the animal. “What is wrong, Asfaloth?” he asked but the horse just turned its head to see where the noise came from. Glorfindel turned as well, seeing a rider in the horizon, coming towards them with insane haste. “What in the name of…” he gasped.
His eyes widened as the rider came closer. “Elladan?” he whispered. “You came, you really came!”
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-TBC-