Orchids in 'Lorien

The day passed by slowly as the Company marched on towards the city of the Galadhrim, lead by Haldir and Rúmil. Orophin had left in haste, during the night, to warn of the Orcs that had passed by. It was a long walk; and everyone was relieved to be able to stop and rest. Everyone except Legolas, that is. It did not matter to him for he was in his own world the entire day. The others noticed; he knew it, but he didn't care. His mind was elsewhere… where citrus fresh hair brushed against his face and a low voice teased him with slow- spoken words. All of last night's anger towards Orophin faded; he was in love. In love with the Elf who took what he wanted, what no one has taken before, and forced…no, seduced him into allowing it,
and enjoying it.

With a sigh, he sat himself upon the dry trunk of a fallen tree. A colorful flower, growing on the rotting wood, grabbed his attention. He brought his nose to the flower; it barely had any scent at all. "Strange flowers grow here, in these Golden Woods. I have never seen one such as this…" he said, to himself. Haldir, who happened to be standing nearby, heard this and didn't need to see the flower to know what Legolas was speaking of.

"It is called an orchid. Typically they grow in warm, humid climates; but our Lady's magic allows them to grow here."

"Hmmm.." Legolas rubbed one of the orchid's petals wistfully between his fingers, feeling its almost velvety texture. His lips curved into a mischievous smile as he thought of possible uses for such an exotic blossom. His musings were interrupted by a rough hand smacking his thigh.

"Have you heard anything I just said?" the Dwarf demanded. The Prince gave another sigh.

"I cannot lie to you, Gimli. I wasn't even aware that you were sitting next to me. Hard to believe as that me…"e…"

The Dwarf snorted. Seeing that Haldir had left the area he felt it safe to continue, "You are in love with him. I can tell. Do not waste your time; his heart already belongs to another, a she-Elf."

"And how would you know this?"

"I have been listening to his conversations with his brother." Gimli looked around to see make sure that neither of the two were nearby, "I do not trust these strange Elves."

"I am not in love with Haldir."

"Then wipe that ridiculous smile off your face…" Legolas tried to take on a more serious expression, but could not hide the smile.

"Like I said…" the Dwarf pointed out his victory in the matter.

"I said I was not in love with Haldir, Master Dwarf. I never said I was not in love…"

At this Gimli shook his head, leaving Legolas to his thoughts and going to lay down in the soft grass for a short nap.

****


He crept into the bedroom like a clever fox sneaking up on its prey. His lover lay on his back upon a bed, a light blue blanket barely covering his most intimate parts. Beside the bed stood a small table, which held an item Legolas remembered all to well: a piece of elven rope.

He walked over to the table and picked up the rope, lips curving into a mischievous smile as he shifted his gaze to the beautiful body sprawled across the bed. He laid the orchid branch on the table, as he sat on the edge of the bed, carefully picking up one of Orophin's arms so as not to wake him, and began the process of tying his lover's arms to the bedpost. Thankfully the `Lorien elf didn't budge.

Once satisfied that the ties would hold, Legolas reached for the orchid. He twirled the stem between his fingers while examining the guard's body, contemplating which part to start with. He brought the branch to Orophin's face, dragging the end flower across his lower lip. `Not even this lovely flower compares to the beauty of those lips..' Orophin stirred, and the Prince promptly lifted the flower. Once the Galadhrim became still again, Legolas returned the flower to his face, this time dragging it lightly down his nose…and lips…and chin. He let the flowers caress Orophin's cheek; and the sleeping elf leaned into the touch. Legolas shifted his gaze to the blanket that partly covered the guard's body. He reached for it and threw it to the floor. The action woke Orophin, who panicked when he found himself bound to the bed, but calmed down when he saw the fair Prince.

This time, Legolas was notssedssed in plain green and brown but in cream and gold. Garments made of material fit only for princes and lords. In his hand he held a branch of purple orchids, their rich hue standing out against the light fabric. Orophin was stunned by the ethereal sight. Legolas followed the Galadhrim's gaze and looked down at his tunic, "Do you like it? I wore it to remind you that it is not the heart of a common Elf you stole, but that of a prince… I thought your ego could use little boost," the sarcasm of that last sentence was apparent in Legolas' voice.

"You look… magnificent." Orophin answered as he pondered upon the Prince's words, `did he just say I stole his heart? I must be hearing things…'

"Why did you tie me to the bed?"

"I have come to seek revenge." Legolas raised the Orchid to the same level as his face, admiring the exotic flowers with a twinkle in his eyes. He brought the flower down to the tip of a pointed ear, which peeked out from underneath golden hair. Orophin trembled he the touch, his eyes never leaving Legolas'.

"You look so beautiful, lying there… helpless." The flower moved back to the Silvan Elf's lips, just barely brushing against them.

"Kiss me."

"All in time… melethron-nin." Legolas whispered those last words.

`My lover?' Orophin's heart quickened its pace, "To hear such words coming from your lips…"

"Hush! I forbid you to speak…close your eyes." And Orophin closed his eyes; a smooth petal traced his lid and followed down his cheek, tickling his lashes as it went. He parted his lips slightly when he felt a flower on his lips again. Legolas dragged the flower down his chin, down the front of his neck, which was nicely exposed when he tilted his head back into the soft pillows. Orophin imagined it was the Prince who was touching him thus and felt blood rush to his cock at the thought.

Legolas now allowed all the flowers to touch his lover's skin as he continued to drag them down his chest, fighting the temptation to slide his own hands down those hard muscles. He repeated the action, tracing strands of silky, long hair that rested on Orophin's chest and sparkled in the sunlight. The `Lorien elf bit his lip when a flower moved to tease his nipple; his erection now rising proudly prom his body.

Moving the orchid to the other nipple, Legolas wondered if he, himself, would be able to follow through with this punishment. A quiet moan drifted through the air as the petals trailed down
Orophin's torso, circling around his navel before going lower….

"Saes!" begged the writhing elf.

"I did not permit you to speak…" the Prince lifted the flowers,
bringing them back up to the pointed ear.

After enduring another round of this exquisite torture, Orophin felt the familiar sensation of velvety petals on the inside of his thigh, trailing upwards from the knee…then the other thigh. Whimpers of frustration filled the air. A single petal slowly brushed across the very tip of the guard's erection;lowelower circled around the head. Orophin clenched the sheets between his fingers.

"Do you wish to be possessed?"

A quick nod came from the elf on the bed.

"Speak when you are spoken to!"

"Aye…"

"First you must come for me…"

And the flowers started again, moving from Orophin's sack up along the underside of his cock, circling it and staring over. Legolas could barely contain himself, staring at the erotic display of purple blossoms dancing along his lover's flawless shaft in an ever- quickening pace, the body underneath arching, tensing.

The tortured cock twitched, and a lengthy guttural groan left Orophin's lips as creamy fluid covered plum-stained petals. Legolas brushed a strand of hair from a flushed cheek and leaned in to kiss the spent elf.

"You may open your eyes now, melethron-nin."

Orophin watched as Legolas' regal robe fell to the floor and the Prince began to unbutton his tunic.

****

Haldir froze in the doorway, eyes wide from shock. His brother was bound to his bed, covered in sweat and panting like a wild beast while the beautiful Elven Prince they had brought home to the Lord and Lady kneeled between his legs, pounding into Orophin's body with all he had to give. He knew it was wrong to continue to watch, but his feet seemed to be glued to the floor. He had never seen, or even heard of two males making love before.

"Almost there?" Legolas asked.

"Mmmhmm…." came the desperate reply. The Prince opened his eyes to gaze upon his lover as he came, and stopped thrusting immediately when he saw Haldir standing there, staring at therophrophin, having his eyes closed, failed to realize what was happening and continued to push against Legolas' cock. The hands that before were only resting on the guard's hips now gripped tightly to hold him still. Orophin opened his eyes and followed Legolas' gaze to see his brother, but it was too late to save himself from even further embarrassment. He was already too for over the edge-- hot cum spurted violently from his cock and his body trembled from the intensity of his orgasm.

Rúmil now stood right alongside Haldir, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

"What are you doing?!" The youngest brother was the first to speak, addressing Orophin.

"Idiot! What does it look like I'm doing?" Orophin blushed furiously.

"I... I never knew two males could…."

"Come, Rúmil." Haldir finally came back to reality, "Orophin, they need more sentries at the border. You are to report to your post….when you’re done…" He put his arm around his younger brother, leading him away from the room while he closed the door behind them.

Legolas leaned over to untie the rope around Orophin's wrists and the latter wrapped his arms around the Prince in a tight embrace. Legolas offered the Elf beneath him a loving kiss, and, with just a few gentle thrusts, spilled himself deep inside the `Lórien Elf's body.

"You have to go?" asked a disappointed voice.

Orophin nodded. "If we do not see each other n, bn, before you leave,l yol you come back here one day?" Legolas was sure he heard a tremor in the usually strong voice.

"Yes, I will. I have to see you again." The Woodland Prince smiled and sealed the promise with a kiss.

tbc.....