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Adult ++
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chapter 10 AGAIN because it seemed to have dissapeared :/ sorry
Title; Feel so different (10/?)
Author; Az (ElladanadoresElrohir@gmx.net)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir (Glorfindel/Elladan Haldir/Erestor implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst if you’re squeaky.
Rating; N17
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t ownm, dm, 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*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
NB; finally I ged ged to stick in some smut.
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Under darkening thundering towering skies
We live through these painful days
Walking like strangers in streets of damnation
Under the enemy's gaze
Well we all create monsters, come back for their masters
The prices the Devil reclaims
It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change
Well the other night we put the radio on
When we ran out of things we couly
By
But it always play lovesongs when you're far away
Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble
Forget all the things that I've done
And please believe like I still believe
The best is yet to come, the truth is yet to come
New Model Army – Lovesongs
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Chapter 9 - 'Cause they always play lovesongs when you're far away.
Rumil woke and snuggled up to Celendir. The dark-haired elf purred and kissed his new lover's nose. “Slept tight?”
“Ummmmm,” Rumil purred back and smiled before he opened his eyes and looked straight into the stormy blue eyes. “I did, but waking up is so much better,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around Celendir.
Celendir smiled and kissed Rumil sweetly. “Are you hungry, my love? Should we join supper or stay in bed?”
Rumil eyes widened “Supper?”
“Yes, supper,” Celendir said, and looked puzzled. His confusion grew as Rumil pushed him away and nearly tumbled out of the bed, franticly trying to get into his leggings. “What is wrong?” Celendir said and wrapped the covers around him before he too got out of bed, and handed Rumil his tunic.
“Haldir and Orophin, they were going to depart a little past noon,” he yelled angrily and looked up at Celendir, who just stood there and looked baffled – Rumil slowed down and took Celendir’s hand, before he coughed nervously. “I am sorry my sweet, I should not have yelled at you.”
“It is alright,” Celendir said and smiled. “You were surprised and I asked a stupid question.”
Rumil chuckled and kissed Celendir’s soft lips tenderly. “You did not ask a stupid question, how would you know? It is I who knew and I who fell asleep.”
The smith smiled and kissed Rumil back before he let go of his hand. “You'd better run then, I will make some supper for us”
“Thank you,” Rumil whispered and turned to leave, and only stopped before he closed the door behind him becaus hea heard Celendir giggle.
“Boots?” the smith giggled and picked up Rumil’s boots and handed them to him.
“Oh my,” Rumil laughed and looked down at his bare feet, before he reached for the boots. “Thank you again, what would I do without you to think for me?” he said as he put them on.
“Well... run barefoot?” Celendir said and smiled.
Rumil stuck out hisgue gue and smiled as he left the smithy and hurried towards the main house.
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Glorfindel had packed all he needed; he closed the knapsack, and leaned against one of the large posts from his bed. This bed, he mused, had been much fun. He clapped the wood affectionately as if it were his pet. “Take care,” he whispered and instantly shook his head, feeling like an idiot. He was to leave Middle-earth and the last thing he did was to speak to his bed.
He sighed and picked up his knapsack, turned and left the room; he had to move stealthily and quickly not to get caught in the act. And as he promised, he had finished up a letter for Elrond, and one for Elladan. He wished he had had time to make letters for all the household, and one for Elrohir too, but he had just written a couple of sentences for Elrohir in Elrond’s letter. He opened the door to Erestor’s study and peeked inside, and to his luck no one was there. He let out his breath in relief, as he had been afraid he would have to explain what he was doing here to Erestor’s helper. But the stralittlittle elf was not even there.
He placed the two parcels on the desk and left, closing the door silently, making sure he made as little noise as possible.
But when he made his way over to the stables, he had been so preoccupied that he had not noticed Rumil until he nearly stumbled over the little silver haired elf. “Forgive me, Lord Glorfindel!” Rumil gasped as he jumped aside so as not to trip and fall into Glorfindel, who was crossing his path.
Glorfindel stopped and looked at Rumil. “It is I who am sorry, dearest Rumil. I did not see where I was walking,” he said and smiled a brilliant smile that made the little galadhrim all soft, and smile back sheepishly.
“Nevertheless, my lord Glorfindel, I bid you a fond day, for I must hurry,” Rumil said, but for some strange reason he felt reluctant to leave the golden elf.
“And a good day to you,” Glorfindel said and turned, before he suddenly stopped. “Uhm, Rumil?”
“Yes,” Rumil said and stopped in his tracks as well.
“Taare are of Celendir, he deserves nothing but true love,” Glorfindel said and smiled sadly before he turned once more and quickly made his way to the stables.
“I will,” Rumil said and shook his head. Glorfindel was acting awfully strange this day.
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Legolas sat down on the bed and let Elrohir fuss over him. It was so empty here. He turned and looked at his husband with a begging look. “Please Elrohir, canleavleave soon?”
Elrohir sat down. “To Mirkwood?”
“Yes,” Legolas whispered. “I cannot stay here without Amcar, I want this over with.”
“I understand,” Elrohir said softly and kissed his husband. “Come, take a bath with me, and then we will pack and sleep.”
“And then leave?” Legolas said hopefully.
“Yes, tomorrow we leave,” Elrohir said and seeing Legolas nod slowly, he kissed his husband once more before he stood up to make the bath ready for them.
Elrohir called for Legolas as soon as the tub was full. He was about to undress, and turned and looked adorningly at the blond as he came strolling into the bathroom already naked.
Legolas playfully pinched Elrohir's butt as he walked past, chuckling at the yelp he got from his husband. “Fleas?” he asked innocently as he descended into the warm water.
“I will give you fleas,” Elrohir mumbled and finished undressing before he plunged into the water, making the tub splash out over the edges, splashing water in Legolas' eyes.
“Ai, that was uncalled for,” Legolas spurted and rubbed water out of his eyes.
Elrohir rolled his eyes, but moved in closer. “Here my love, let me kiss it away,” he whispered and started to kiss Legolaeyeleyelid, moving over his nose to the other eye, and down to the mouth, tasting his lover's lips, which eagerly parted to grant him access.
They broke off the kiss and they both looked at each other with flustered cheeks. Elrohir made the first move and without a word, let himself fall backwards in the tub, dragging Legolas with him, so the blond ended up on his lap. Legolas arranged his legs so he could wrap them around Elrohir’s waist. “My husband,” Elrohir said and caressed Legolas' chest. Legolas leaned in and whispered, “yes, your husband,” and kissed Elrohir deeply, feeling the softness and unspoken promises of Elrohir’s mouth pool between his legs.
Elrohir felt Legolas’ member harden against his stomach, and instinctively reached down between his husband's buttocks and rubbed the tight opening lightly, taking care to gently prepare his lover for what was to come.
Legolas broke the kiss and bit his lover's lip, licking his way to the delicate pointed ear. “Take me, hard. – Let me feel you fill me,” he whispered, knowing it had the desired effect when Elrohir groaned.
And as he felt Legolas push back on the fingers he had used to prepare him with, he took them out and grabbed the slender hip of his husband, raising him from his lap. Legolas reached down and grabbed Elrohir’s own erection and placed it so he was impaled when Elrohir finally pushed down making Legolas sit down on his lap once more.
Legolas purred and nibbled on Elrohir’s delicate skin on his neck, while rocking slowly back and forth. When Elrohir suddenly flipped them around he let out a surprised yelp, finding himself in the water again, but still clinging with his legs around Elrohir’s waist. Resting his head on the edge of the tub he reached out backwards as he grabbed the wood with his hands, biting his lip. “E-Elrohir” he moaned.
The Rivendell prince lowered his head and kissed Legolas, while starting to move his hips, quickly setting a rhythm and a roughness to his thrusts. He knew tneitneither of them would last long. He could hear Legolas' back slam against the wood at the side of the tub. Legolas arched his back to feel more of his lover. His back scraped against the wood again. Elrohir tried hard to focus on looking at his lover, noticing the little droplets of sweat that always showed on the tip of his husband's nose when he got over-excited. He felt himself shudder as if a bolt of electricity coursed through his body and back into his lover's. He heard Legolas' breathing grow faster until he gasped for breath. Elrohir used what force he had left in his loins and delivered the last hard thrusts, which made Legolas stop gasping and moan loudly instead, almost to the point of yelling. He loved this, loved that he was this vocal in their lovemaking, and upon feeling Legolas contract as he climaxed, Elrohir followed him and spilled his semen in the tight heat with a muffled cry.
Legolas slumped down back into the tub, not able to use his trembling legs to hold himself around Elrohir’s waist anymore. Elrohir slumped down too and dragged Legolas into his lap once more, enjoying the way the younger elf cuddled up to him.
Legolas yawned. “Thank you,” he whispered and smiled wearily.
“You’re welcome,” Elladan chuckled and slowly stood up from the bath, carrying Legolas with him. “We should dry off and get to bed,” he said.
Legolas nodded wearily and took the towel as he was lowered to the ground.
“You need some salve on your back,” Elrohir said and ran a finger down Legolas' sore and scratched spine.
“Mmmmm yes,” Legolas mumbled and stumbled off into the bedchamber. “Tomorrow.”
“As you wish,” Elrohir chuckled and followed his husband to bed.
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-TBC-
Author; Az (ElladanadoresElrohir@gmx.net)
Parings; Legolas/Elrohir (Glorfindel/Elladan Haldir/Erestor implied)
Warnings; MPREG, AU, Angst if you’re squeaky.
Rating; N17
Summary; after Legolas’ child is born, he finds that there are still loose ends that needs to be fixed.
Disclaimer; don’t ownm, dm, 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*
- Please visit my homepage http://www.nad-no-ennas.net
This is betaed by Lisbet Karlsdottir – thanks sweetie.
-Az
NB; finally I ged ged to stick in some smut.
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Under darkening thundering towering skies
We live through these painful days
Walking like strangers in streets of damnation
Under the enemy's gaze
Well we all create monsters, come back for their masters
The prices the Devil reclaims
It's funny I never thought I'd be the one who would change
Well the other night we put the radio on
When we ran out of things we couly
By
But it always play lovesongs when you're far away
Forget all the lies, forget all the trouble
Forget all the things that I've done
And please believe like I still believe
The best is yet to come, the truth is yet to come
New Model Army – Lovesongs
**********************************************’
Chapter 9 - 'Cause they always play lovesongs when you're far away.
Rumil woke and snuggled up to Celendir. The dark-haired elf purred and kissed his new lover's nose. “Slept tight?”
“Ummmmm,” Rumil purred back and smiled before he opened his eyes and looked straight into the stormy blue eyes. “I did, but waking up is so much better,” he whispered and wrapped his arms around Celendir.
Celendir smiled and kissed Rumil sweetly. “Are you hungry, my love? Should we join supper or stay in bed?”
Rumil eyes widened “Supper?”
“Yes, supper,” Celendir said, and looked puzzled. His confusion grew as Rumil pushed him away and nearly tumbled out of the bed, franticly trying to get into his leggings. “What is wrong?” Celendir said and wrapped the covers around him before he too got out of bed, and handed Rumil his tunic.
“Haldir and Orophin, they were going to depart a little past noon,” he yelled angrily and looked up at Celendir, who just stood there and looked baffled – Rumil slowed down and took Celendir’s hand, before he coughed nervously. “I am sorry my sweet, I should not have yelled at you.”
“It is alright,” Celendir said and smiled. “You were surprised and I asked a stupid question.”
Rumil chuckled and kissed Celendir’s soft lips tenderly. “You did not ask a stupid question, how would you know? It is I who knew and I who fell asleep.”
The smith smiled and kissed Rumil back before he let go of his hand. “You'd better run then, I will make some supper for us”
“Thank you,” Rumil whispered and turned to leave, and only stopped before he closed the door behind him becaus hea heard Celendir giggle.
“Boots?” the smith giggled and picked up Rumil’s boots and handed them to him.
“Oh my,” Rumil laughed and looked down at his bare feet, before he reached for the boots. “Thank you again, what would I do without you to think for me?” he said as he put them on.
“Well... run barefoot?” Celendir said and smiled.
Rumil stuck out hisgue gue and smiled as he left the smithy and hurried towards the main house.
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Glorfindel had packed all he needed; he closed the knapsack, and leaned against one of the large posts from his bed. This bed, he mused, had been much fun. He clapped the wood affectionately as if it were his pet. “Take care,” he whispered and instantly shook his head, feeling like an idiot. He was to leave Middle-earth and the last thing he did was to speak to his bed.
He sighed and picked up his knapsack, turned and left the room; he had to move stealthily and quickly not to get caught in the act. And as he promised, he had finished up a letter for Elrond, and one for Elladan. He wished he had had time to make letters for all the household, and one for Elrohir too, but he had just written a couple of sentences for Elrohir in Elrond’s letter. He opened the door to Erestor’s study and peeked inside, and to his luck no one was there. He let out his breath in relief, as he had been afraid he would have to explain what he was doing here to Erestor’s helper. But the stralittlittle elf was not even there.
He placed the two parcels on the desk and left, closing the door silently, making sure he made as little noise as possible.
But when he made his way over to the stables, he had been so preoccupied that he had not noticed Rumil until he nearly stumbled over the little silver haired elf. “Forgive me, Lord Glorfindel!” Rumil gasped as he jumped aside so as not to trip and fall into Glorfindel, who was crossing his path.
Glorfindel stopped and looked at Rumil. “It is I who am sorry, dearest Rumil. I did not see where I was walking,” he said and smiled a brilliant smile that made the little galadhrim all soft, and smile back sheepishly.
“Nevertheless, my lord Glorfindel, I bid you a fond day, for I must hurry,” Rumil said, but for some strange reason he felt reluctant to leave the golden elf.
“And a good day to you,” Glorfindel said and turned, before he suddenly stopped. “Uhm, Rumil?”
“Yes,” Rumil said and stopped in his tracks as well.
“Taare are of Celendir, he deserves nothing but true love,” Glorfindel said and smiled sadly before he turned once more and quickly made his way to the stables.
“I will,” Rumil said and shook his head. Glorfindel was acting awfully strange this day.
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Legolas sat down on the bed and let Elrohir fuss over him. It was so empty here. He turned and looked at his husband with a begging look. “Please Elrohir, canleavleave soon?”
Elrohir sat down. “To Mirkwood?”
“Yes,” Legolas whispered. “I cannot stay here without Amcar, I want this over with.”
“I understand,” Elrohir said softly and kissed his husband. “Come, take a bath with me, and then we will pack and sleep.”
“And then leave?” Legolas said hopefully.
“Yes, tomorrow we leave,” Elrohir said and seeing Legolas nod slowly, he kissed his husband once more before he stood up to make the bath ready for them.
Elrohir called for Legolas as soon as the tub was full. He was about to undress, and turned and looked adorningly at the blond as he came strolling into the bathroom already naked.
Legolas playfully pinched Elrohir's butt as he walked past, chuckling at the yelp he got from his husband. “Fleas?” he asked innocently as he descended into the warm water.
“I will give you fleas,” Elrohir mumbled and finished undressing before he plunged into the water, making the tub splash out over the edges, splashing water in Legolas' eyes.
“Ai, that was uncalled for,” Legolas spurted and rubbed water out of his eyes.
Elrohir rolled his eyes, but moved in closer. “Here my love, let me kiss it away,” he whispered and started to kiss Legolaeyeleyelid, moving over his nose to the other eye, and down to the mouth, tasting his lover's lips, which eagerly parted to grant him access.
They broke off the kiss and they both looked at each other with flustered cheeks. Elrohir made the first move and without a word, let himself fall backwards in the tub, dragging Legolas with him, so the blond ended up on his lap. Legolas arranged his legs so he could wrap them around Elrohir’s waist. “My husband,” Elrohir said and caressed Legolas' chest. Legolas leaned in and whispered, “yes, your husband,” and kissed Elrohir deeply, feeling the softness and unspoken promises of Elrohir’s mouth pool between his legs.
Elrohir felt Legolas’ member harden against his stomach, and instinctively reached down between his husband's buttocks and rubbed the tight opening lightly, taking care to gently prepare his lover for what was to come.
Legolas broke the kiss and bit his lover's lip, licking his way to the delicate pointed ear. “Take me, hard. – Let me feel you fill me,” he whispered, knowing it had the desired effect when Elrohir groaned.
And as he felt Legolas push back on the fingers he had used to prepare him with, he took them out and grabbed the slender hip of his husband, raising him from his lap. Legolas reached down and grabbed Elrohir’s own erection and placed it so he was impaled when Elrohir finally pushed down making Legolas sit down on his lap once more.
Legolas purred and nibbled on Elrohir’s delicate skin on his neck, while rocking slowly back and forth. When Elrohir suddenly flipped them around he let out a surprised yelp, finding himself in the water again, but still clinging with his legs around Elrohir’s waist. Resting his head on the edge of the tub he reached out backwards as he grabbed the wood with his hands, biting his lip. “E-Elrohir” he moaned.
The Rivendell prince lowered his head and kissed Legolas, while starting to move his hips, quickly setting a rhythm and a roughness to his thrusts. He knew tneitneither of them would last long. He could hear Legolas' back slam against the wood at the side of the tub. Legolas arched his back to feel more of his lover. His back scraped against the wood again. Elrohir tried hard to focus on looking at his lover, noticing the little droplets of sweat that always showed on the tip of his husband's nose when he got over-excited. He felt himself shudder as if a bolt of electricity coursed through his body and back into his lover's. He heard Legolas' breathing grow faster until he gasped for breath. Elrohir used what force he had left in his loins and delivered the last hard thrusts, which made Legolas stop gasping and moan loudly instead, almost to the point of yelling. He loved this, loved that he was this vocal in their lovemaking, and upon feeling Legolas contract as he climaxed, Elrohir followed him and spilled his semen in the tight heat with a muffled cry.
Legolas slumped down back into the tub, not able to use his trembling legs to hold himself around Elrohir’s waist anymore. Elrohir slumped down too and dragged Legolas into his lap once more, enjoying the way the younger elf cuddled up to him.
Legolas yawned. “Thank you,” he whispered and smiled wearily.
“You’re welcome,” Elladan chuckled and slowly stood up from the bath, carrying Legolas with him. “We should dry off and get to bed,” he said.
Legolas nodded wearily and took the towel as he was lowered to the ground.
“You need some salve on your back,” Elrohir said and ran a finger down Legolas' sore and scratched spine.
“Mmmmm yes,” Legolas mumbled and stumbled off into the bedchamber. “Tomorrow.”
“As you wish,” Elrohir chuckled and followed his husband to bed.
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-TBC-