Three Cherries for Legolas
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,579
Reviews:
30
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Chapter 2
Title: Three Cherries for Legolas 2/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. This is done only for fun an pro profit is made from this story.
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Pairing: Legolas/Rumil Haldir/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rumil is a bit...different than other male Elves. After 500 years of hiding from love he falls for the Prince of Mirkwood. But their union has some unexpected results...
Notes: In this story Orophin is the youngest and Haldir is the oldest. Please do not consider the medical possibilities of what is written in this fic is concerned; it's all made up.
Chapter 2
"Now look what you did!" Haldir shouted at his youngest brother when Rumil had fled the talan. "Have you no consideration for his feelings?"
"I am only trying to protect him," Orophin argued.
"Are you? It seems to me that rather than trying to protect him you are making sure that when you offer him a place in your arms he will think he has nowhere else to go."
"N..nay, that is not true," Orophin stammered, shocked at how well Haldir could read him.
"How much longer would you keep him alone and depressed while you get your frivolous 'needs' out of your system?" Haldir asked, ignoring his brother's statement. "Does it not pain you to see the one you love suffer so? Or do you not love him?"
"I do love him!" Orophin exploded, unable to take any more of Haldir's accusations. "But I am not ready to give him what he needs and deserves."
"Then at least allow him to find happiness elsewhere," Haldir said in a calmer tone.
"That is something I cannot do."
*****
Rumil pressed his cheek against the gentle hand which was laid on his shoulder, wetting it with a tear.
"What is wrong?"
The guardian stiffened immediately, he had assumed it was Haldir who came to comfort him.
"Legolas? I am sorry, I thought you were.."
"Why were you crying?" Legolas interrupted, staring at Rúmil intently as he sat down beside the distraught Elf.
Rúmil thought he could not bear the humiliation. He had never allowed another to see him cry. "'Tis nothing."
"Are you sure?"
The guardian nodded, but Legolas was not convinced that those silvery tears were shed for "nothing."
"You can tell me. It will be better if you talk about it," Legolas said, but the look he received from Rúmil told him he should not press the matter further. Instead, he wrapped his arm around the guardian's waist and held him close.
Rúmil was surprised by the placement of Legolas' arm, but he told himself it was just a friendly gesture. Before long, he became relaxed enough that he allowed himself to rest his head against the Prince's shoulder. Legolas' scent and warmth provided him with much needed comfort. When soft lips pressed gently against Rúmil's forehead, the Galadhrim wondered if he was still awake or if he was dreaming. He remained still with his eyes closed, and waited.
He could feel his heart begin pounding when the lips left his forehead and were placed at the bridge of his nose and then at the tip. He held his breath. Velvety softness brushed his lips, and his pain was momentarily forgotten. 'Is he going to kiss me?' thought Rúmil. He had never been kissed before.
Feeling no resistance, Legolas pressed his lips harder against Rúmil's, his tongue seeking entrance into the guardian's mouth. Rúmil shifted so that he was facing Legolas while The Prince's tongue slipped between his lips to delve into the cavern of his mouth. The guardian felt as if the ground was spinning beneath his feet. The Mirkwood Prince, desired by all was kissing HIM. Still, deep inside, he felt like it would not be so if Legolas knew him for what he really was.
"I have thought about you every day since my last visit," Legolas whispered against Rúmil's neck. "I think I may have fallen in love with you." Rúmil's only answer was a whimper as the Prince's breath tickled his neck and a slippery tongue tasted his skin, sending a surge of pleasure straight to his groin. Every muscle in his body tensed. "Relax," Legolas cooed, and his tongueed ted to the tip of Rúmil's ear. The guardian tried to relax, but without much success. His cock was already fully erect by the time the Prince's teeth grazed his earlobe. When Legolas began to remove his tunic he wanted to protest, but raging lust would not allow him to let things end there.
Legolas' fingers traced over every muscle under Rúmil's ivory skin, as did his lips. "Ai!" Rumil cried when teeth began to tug mercilessly at his nipple. He felt as if his cock was on fire. He also felt a strange wetness between his legs which brought his mind back to reality for a second, but he chose to ignore it. It was better to just not think about it.
"Make love to me, Rúmi," Legolas panted, obviously just as aroused as the Galadrhim.
"Rúmi?" No one had ever called Rumil that before, and he found it quite amusing.
"Aye... "
Rumil undressed his partner slowly, marveling at every piece of skin that was exposed to the silver moonlight. He wanted to let his lips explore Legolas' body just as the Prince's did his, but his impatient lover quickly presented himself on all fours as soon as the last article of his clothing was thrown to the ground.
After getting down on his knees, Rumil placed his hands on the Mirkwood Elf's round globes, spreading them apart as his tongue darted out to touch the puckered opening. When he pushed in further, desperate whimpers and senseless pleas began to fill the air, telling him he was doing it right.
"Now!" the Prince cried at last, "I need to feel you inside me.."
Rúmil could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he unlaced his leggings. He knew he should not continue. Things would never be the same once he learned the pleasure of making love. He would want to do it again, and then eventually Legolas would find out...
The guardian slipped out of his boots and leggings, and reassumed his position behind Legolas. He rested one hand on the Prince's back and guided his cock to the presented opening. He pushed the head of his flesh inside slowly, careful not to hurt his lover. But Legolas pushed back, impaling himself fully upon the stiff rod in one fluid motion despite the lack of lubrication.
Rúmil began with long, unhurried thrusts, getting a feel for his first lover. Legolas was deliciously tight, velvety, and warm. The Prince moaned with every stroke that brushed his prostate. He pushed back onto Rúmil's cock wantonly, urging his lover to move faster. Rúmil answered the plea and began pounding into the lithe body in a frantic but steady pace, trying to please his lover as best he could. His flesh throbbed, begging for release; but another part of him ached to be touched as well, and it brought tears to his eyes.
Legolas brought a hand to his weeping erection to stroke it with furious speed. Both Elves' moans became louder and full of need. Watching Legolas touch himself with such urgency immediately doubled the pressure in Rúmil's groin. His fingertips dug painfully into the skin of the Prince's hips during those last few thrusts before the first wave of ecstasy hit him. "Legolas!" he cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure he had never allowed himself before.
Legolas could taste the coppery tang of his own blood as he bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself up under the weight of the trembling body on top of him as he managed the last few strokes needed to bring him over the edge. Exhausted, the collapsed to the ground, one on top of the other.
Once he had regained some of his strength, Legolas brushed his lips against his lover's, offering a tender kiss, but Rúmil turned away from that which he believed he could never have once the truth was revealed. It would be easier to just end it now...
"What is the matter?" Legolas asked when Rúmil began to search for his clothes. "Have you regrets?"
"Nay. My brothers are probably worried about me, we should head back."
"Oh," said the Prince, shocked by the sudden change in the Galadhrim's attitude.
Legolas held the guardian's hand in his own as they walked in silence. Rúmil allowed the simple show of affection, it brought a sense of comfort to his troubled heart, although he would much rather have stayed cuddling with Legolas upon the forest floor.
When they reached the talan where he was to sleep, Legolas leaned in for another kiss, not expecting anything to interfere now that they had made it back; but his eyelashes fluttered against pale skin when Rúmil turned away once more.
"Get some rest," said the guardian who walked away before Legolas could utter a word.
The Prince’s of Mirkwood heart sank to the ground as he realized what had just happened. 'I've been used,' he thought as he stared into the darkness after the Elf he thought he knew and loved.
Tbc.....
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. This is done only for fun an pro profit is made from this story.
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Pairing: Legolas/Rumil Haldir/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rumil is a bit...different than other male Elves. After 500 years of hiding from love he falls for the Prince of Mirkwood. But their union has some unexpected results...
Notes: In this story Orophin is the youngest and Haldir is the oldest. Please do not consider the medical possibilities of what is written in this fic is concerned; it's all made up.
Chapter 2
"Now look what you did!" Haldir shouted at his youngest brother when Rumil had fled the talan. "Have you no consideration for his feelings?"
"I am only trying to protect him," Orophin argued.
"Are you? It seems to me that rather than trying to protect him you are making sure that when you offer him a place in your arms he will think he has nowhere else to go."
"N..nay, that is not true," Orophin stammered, shocked at how well Haldir could read him.
"How much longer would you keep him alone and depressed while you get your frivolous 'needs' out of your system?" Haldir asked, ignoring his brother's statement. "Does it not pain you to see the one you love suffer so? Or do you not love him?"
"I do love him!" Orophin exploded, unable to take any more of Haldir's accusations. "But I am not ready to give him what he needs and deserves."
"Then at least allow him to find happiness elsewhere," Haldir said in a calmer tone.
"That is something I cannot do."
*****
Rumil pressed his cheek against the gentle hand which was laid on his shoulder, wetting it with a tear.
"What is wrong?"
The guardian stiffened immediately, he had assumed it was Haldir who came to comfort him.
"Legolas? I am sorry, I thought you were.."
"Why were you crying?" Legolas interrupted, staring at Rúmil intently as he sat down beside the distraught Elf.
Rúmil thought he could not bear the humiliation. He had never allowed another to see him cry. "'Tis nothing."
"Are you sure?"
The guardian nodded, but Legolas was not convinced that those silvery tears were shed for "nothing."
"You can tell me. It will be better if you talk about it," Legolas said, but the look he received from Rúmil told him he should not press the matter further. Instead, he wrapped his arm around the guardian's waist and held him close.
Rúmil was surprised by the placement of Legolas' arm, but he told himself it was just a friendly gesture. Before long, he became relaxed enough that he allowed himself to rest his head against the Prince's shoulder. Legolas' scent and warmth provided him with much needed comfort. When soft lips pressed gently against Rúmil's forehead, the Galadhrim wondered if he was still awake or if he was dreaming. He remained still with his eyes closed, and waited.
He could feel his heart begin pounding when the lips left his forehead and were placed at the bridge of his nose and then at the tip. He held his breath. Velvety softness brushed his lips, and his pain was momentarily forgotten. 'Is he going to kiss me?' thought Rúmil. He had never been kissed before.
Feeling no resistance, Legolas pressed his lips harder against Rúmil's, his tongue seeking entrance into the guardian's mouth. Rúmil shifted so that he was facing Legolas while The Prince's tongue slipped between his lips to delve into the cavern of his mouth. The guardian felt as if the ground was spinning beneath his feet. The Mirkwood Prince, desired by all was kissing HIM. Still, deep inside, he felt like it would not be so if Legolas knew him for what he really was.
"I have thought about you every day since my last visit," Legolas whispered against Rúmil's neck. "I think I may have fallen in love with you." Rúmil's only answer was a whimper as the Prince's breath tickled his neck and a slippery tongue tasted his skin, sending a surge of pleasure straight to his groin. Every muscle in his body tensed. "Relax," Legolas cooed, and his tongueed ted to the tip of Rúmil's ear. The guardian tried to relax, but without much success. His cock was already fully erect by the time the Prince's teeth grazed his earlobe. When Legolas began to remove his tunic he wanted to protest, but raging lust would not allow him to let things end there.
Legolas' fingers traced over every muscle under Rúmil's ivory skin, as did his lips. "Ai!" Rumil cried when teeth began to tug mercilessly at his nipple. He felt as if his cock was on fire. He also felt a strange wetness between his legs which brought his mind back to reality for a second, but he chose to ignore it. It was better to just not think about it.
"Make love to me, Rúmi," Legolas panted, obviously just as aroused as the Galadrhim.
"Rúmi?" No one had ever called Rumil that before, and he found it quite amusing.
"Aye... "
Rumil undressed his partner slowly, marveling at every piece of skin that was exposed to the silver moonlight. He wanted to let his lips explore Legolas' body just as the Prince's did his, but his impatient lover quickly presented himself on all fours as soon as the last article of his clothing was thrown to the ground.
After getting down on his knees, Rumil placed his hands on the Mirkwood Elf's round globes, spreading them apart as his tongue darted out to touch the puckered opening. When he pushed in further, desperate whimpers and senseless pleas began to fill the air, telling him he was doing it right.
"Now!" the Prince cried at last, "I need to feel you inside me.."
Rúmil could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he unlaced his leggings. He knew he should not continue. Things would never be the same once he learned the pleasure of making love. He would want to do it again, and then eventually Legolas would find out...
The guardian slipped out of his boots and leggings, and reassumed his position behind Legolas. He rested one hand on the Prince's back and guided his cock to the presented opening. He pushed the head of his flesh inside slowly, careful not to hurt his lover. But Legolas pushed back, impaling himself fully upon the stiff rod in one fluid motion despite the lack of lubrication.
Rúmil began with long, unhurried thrusts, getting a feel for his first lover. Legolas was deliciously tight, velvety, and warm. The Prince moaned with every stroke that brushed his prostate. He pushed back onto Rúmil's cock wantonly, urging his lover to move faster. Rúmil answered the plea and began pounding into the lithe body in a frantic but steady pace, trying to please his lover as best he could. His flesh throbbed, begging for release; but another part of him ached to be touched as well, and it brought tears to his eyes.
Legolas brought a hand to his weeping erection to stroke it with furious speed. Both Elves' moans became louder and full of need. Watching Legolas touch himself with such urgency immediately doubled the pressure in Rúmil's groin. His fingertips dug painfully into the skin of the Prince's hips during those last few thrusts before the first wave of ecstasy hit him. "Legolas!" he cried, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure he had never allowed himself before.
Legolas could taste the coppery tang of his own blood as he bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself up under the weight of the trembling body on top of him as he managed the last few strokes needed to bring him over the edge. Exhausted, the collapsed to the ground, one on top of the other.
Once he had regained some of his strength, Legolas brushed his lips against his lover's, offering a tender kiss, but Rúmil turned away from that which he believed he could never have once the truth was revealed. It would be easier to just end it now...
"What is the matter?" Legolas asked when Rúmil began to search for his clothes. "Have you regrets?"
"Nay. My brothers are probably worried about me, we should head back."
"Oh," said the Prince, shocked by the sudden change in the Galadhrim's attitude.
Legolas held the guardian's hand in his own as they walked in silence. Rúmil allowed the simple show of affection, it brought a sense of comfort to his troubled heart, although he would much rather have stayed cuddling with Legolas upon the forest floor.
When they reached the talan where he was to sleep, Legolas leaned in for another kiss, not expecting anything to interfere now that they had made it back; but his eyelashes fluttered against pale skin when Rúmil turned away once more.
"Get some rest," said the guardian who walked away before Legolas could utter a word.
The Prince’s of Mirkwood heart sank to the ground as he realized what had just happened. 'I've been used,' he thought as he stared into the darkness after the Elf he thought he knew and loved.
Tbc.....