Orchids in 'Lorien
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
7,323
Reviews:
61
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What was Lost
Title: Orchids in ‘Lórien 15b/16
“Orophin?” Legolas’ voice betrayed his fear as he looked around his room. The bed was mess. All of his clothes, including his finest robes were strewn all over the floor. It appeared as though someone had thrown all of his things from his closet and drawers in anger. And Valar did he know Orophin had reason to be angry with him— he had come to apologize.
Hoping that his love was taking some time to calm down in a warm bath, he looked into the bathing chamber, only to find it was empty. The distraught Prince walked across the room, and with a trembling hand, opened the door to his closet. Empty. All of his own garments were on the floor, and Orophin’s were gone, except for one: his Mirkwood Guard uniform.
Legolas took the brown tunic in his arms, burying his face in it as he sat down on the bed. And he wept, salty tears soaking the cloth the scent of which was a painful reminded of what he now knew he had lost. Finally he saw what he had failed to see before: he loved Orophin. He loved him deeply, and now he was gone.
As he laid down, still holding Orophin’s tunic, he noticed a white pouch lying on the pillow where Orophin had slept. When he picked it up, it was so light he assumed it was empty. Still, he carefully untied the string. Inside was something deep violet in color. Legolas choked back another sob as he pulled out one of a few dried orchid flowers. Memories began to flood his mind, memories of a wonderful morning in ‘Lórien. He remembered the erotic display of the plum-colored petals dancing along the most sensitive areas of Orophin’s body. He remembered how much it pleased him to see that gorgeous Silvan Elf brought to the heights of ecstasy by the touch of only those velvety petals. And, he remembered how worried he had been when Orophin was brought home injured and how he had stayed by the guardian’s side day and night until the Fellowship had to leave the Golden Wood.
‘How could I have been so blind?’ he thought, ‘How could I not have seen what he meant to me?’ And then he screamed. He screamed his beloved’s name with such pain, and insatiable longing, and anger at what he had done, that his icy heart shattered with grief for its master.
After what seemed like hours of screaming, Legolas finally cried himself to sleep, with Orophin’s name formed on his lips.
*****
“Well what do we have here, Rúmil?” Haldir asked, with a gleam in his eye as he measured the golden Elf.
“The Prince of Mirkwood, apparently. Per he he has come to tell us why our brother returned home, crying.”
Legolas ignored the angry stares and looked up the tree at the talan. Hard as he tried, through the leaves he could not see the Elf who sat there. Orophin’s entire body was wracked with sobs. He had only just begun to recover, but seeing the Prince again brought him to the same state he was in when he decided to leave.
“Go back now, Legolas,” Haldir said, sternly, “else you shall never be seen anywhere again.
“I did not come here to start a fight, mellon nin. I love your brother, when he left I realized just how…” Legolas’ speech was cut off by a strong hand that enclosed around his neck, lifting him up against a tree.
“I am not your friend,” Haldir said, through gritted teeth. “And I do not care what light you think you have seen. I believe I have told you to leave, if you cherish your immortal life you will follow this advice.”
Legolas could feel the cold tip of Rúmil’s sword as it pressed into the hollow of his throat. “You would be punished.”
“It would be worth it,” Rúmil answered for both himself and Haldir.
“You will turn back, without another word. Is that understood?” Haldir’s tightened his grip on the Prince’s throat. “Is that understood?”
Legolas nodded, and the hand released him. He flashed another look above; and this time he saw the tear-stained face of his former lover. He gazed into the steel eyes of the one he had lost, until Orophin turned away. Sorrow ripped at his heart anew as what had remained of his hope faded.
Tbc….
So do ya REALLY want to give Orophin to Thranduil? I’m just as confused as you… lol. But whatever happens, don’t worry… there will be a happy ending for all :-)
PLease review
“Orophin?” Legolas’ voice betrayed his fear as he looked around his room. The bed was mess. All of his clothes, including his finest robes were strewn all over the floor. It appeared as though someone had thrown all of his things from his closet and drawers in anger. And Valar did he know Orophin had reason to be angry with him— he had come to apologize.
Hoping that his love was taking some time to calm down in a warm bath, he looked into the bathing chamber, only to find it was empty. The distraught Prince walked across the room, and with a trembling hand, opened the door to his closet. Empty. All of his own garments were on the floor, and Orophin’s were gone, except for one: his Mirkwood Guard uniform.
Legolas took the brown tunic in his arms, burying his face in it as he sat down on the bed. And he wept, salty tears soaking the cloth the scent of which was a painful reminded of what he now knew he had lost. Finally he saw what he had failed to see before: he loved Orophin. He loved him deeply, and now he was gone.
As he laid down, still holding Orophin’s tunic, he noticed a white pouch lying on the pillow where Orophin had slept. When he picked it up, it was so light he assumed it was empty. Still, he carefully untied the string. Inside was something deep violet in color. Legolas choked back another sob as he pulled out one of a few dried orchid flowers. Memories began to flood his mind, memories of a wonderful morning in ‘Lórien. He remembered the erotic display of the plum-colored petals dancing along the most sensitive areas of Orophin’s body. He remembered how much it pleased him to see that gorgeous Silvan Elf brought to the heights of ecstasy by the touch of only those velvety petals. And, he remembered how worried he had been when Orophin was brought home injured and how he had stayed by the guardian’s side day and night until the Fellowship had to leave the Golden Wood.
‘How could I have been so blind?’ he thought, ‘How could I not have seen what he meant to me?’ And then he screamed. He screamed his beloved’s name with such pain, and insatiable longing, and anger at what he had done, that his icy heart shattered with grief for its master.
After what seemed like hours of screaming, Legolas finally cried himself to sleep, with Orophin’s name formed on his lips.
*****
“Well what do we have here, Rúmil?” Haldir asked, with a gleam in his eye as he measured the golden Elf.
“The Prince of Mirkwood, apparently. Per he he has come to tell us why our brother returned home, crying.”
Legolas ignored the angry stares and looked up the tree at the talan. Hard as he tried, through the leaves he could not see the Elf who sat there. Orophin’s entire body was wracked with sobs. He had only just begun to recover, but seeing the Prince again brought him to the same state he was in when he decided to leave.
“Go back now, Legolas,” Haldir said, sternly, “else you shall never be seen anywhere again.
“I did not come here to start a fight, mellon nin. I love your brother, when he left I realized just how…” Legolas’ speech was cut off by a strong hand that enclosed around his neck, lifting him up against a tree.
“I am not your friend,” Haldir said, through gritted teeth. “And I do not care what light you think you have seen. I believe I have told you to leave, if you cherish your immortal life you will follow this advice.”
Legolas could feel the cold tip of Rúmil’s sword as it pressed into the hollow of his throat. “You would be punished.”
“It would be worth it,” Rúmil answered for both himself and Haldir.
“You will turn back, without another word. Is that understood?” Haldir’s tightened his grip on the Prince’s throat. “Is that understood?”
Legolas nodded, and the hand released him. He flashed another look above; and this time he saw the tear-stained face of his former lover. He gazed into the steel eyes of the one he had lost, until Orophin turned away. Sorrow ripped at his heart anew as what had remained of his hope faded.
Tbc….
So do ya REALLY want to give Orophin to Thranduil? I’m just as confused as you… lol. But whatever happens, don’t worry… there will be a happy ending for all :-)
PLease review