On the Re-Bound
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,851
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: Sorry, there wasn't enough space in the first chapter to add the ending...
Removing his softening Elfhood from Rumil's backside, Legolas walked to the fire and retrieved one his infamous white knives. He swiftly cut Rumil's bonds, catching the big Silvan before he could collapse on the forest floor. Gently lowering Rumil down, Legolas kissed him, softly and tenderly, but saying nothing. Standing up, Legolas again walked to the fire, and picked up a bundle of clothing, laying it neatly next to the Guardian.
Rumil's legs were trembling like two bowls of jelly, his arms completely numb from being suspended between the two trees. Kissing him again, Legolas left him sitting there, trembling, and dressed himself in his robes, and picked up the assorted objects he had brought with him. He tossed everything into a small leather bag, including his white knives and the wooden carving. Turning to look once again at the Silvan Elf, Legolas slipped into the forest, leaving Rumil alone, though not for long. A short while later, just as the feeling returned to his arms, and his legs felt strong enough to support his weight, the two guards who had brought Rumil into the forest appeared, standing silently nearby as Rumil struggled to dress himself.
Neither spoke a single word to Rumil as they escorted him back to the Cavern, directly to his room. Alone again, Rumil crawled back into the large bed, pulling the soft sheets over his sweetly aching body. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Near dawn, awakened by a pressure on the side of the bed, his eyes cleared to see the Prince smiling down at him.
"Do we really have to keep tying one another up, or can we dispense with all of that nonsense now?" Legolas asked, reaching out a hand to softly stroke Rumil's cheek.
Rumil returned the smile, pulling Legolas down onto the bed with him, claiming the Prince's lips even as he drew the sheets over both their heads.
From under the sheets, only two words were spoken before the sounds of lovemaking filled the air.
"Thank you…"
The End
Removing his softening Elfhood from Rumil's backside, Legolas walked to the fire and retrieved one his infamous white knives. He swiftly cut Rumil's bonds, catching the big Silvan before he could collapse on the forest floor. Gently lowering Rumil down, Legolas kissed him, softly and tenderly, but saying nothing. Standing up, Legolas again walked to the fire, and picked up a bundle of clothing, laying it neatly next to the Guardian.
Rumil's legs were trembling like two bowls of jelly, his arms completely numb from being suspended between the two trees. Kissing him again, Legolas left him sitting there, trembling, and dressed himself in his robes, and picked up the assorted objects he had brought with him. He tossed everything into a small leather bag, including his white knives and the wooden carving. Turning to look once again at the Silvan Elf, Legolas slipped into the forest, leaving Rumil alone, though not for long. A short while later, just as the feeling returned to his arms, and his legs felt strong enough to support his weight, the two guards who had brought Rumil into the forest appeared, standing silently nearby as Rumil struggled to dress himself.
Neither spoke a single word to Rumil as they escorted him back to the Cavern, directly to his room. Alone again, Rumil crawled back into the large bed, pulling the soft sheets over his sweetly aching body. He fell asleep almost instantly.
Near dawn, awakened by a pressure on the side of the bed, his eyes cleared to see the Prince smiling down at him.
"Do we really have to keep tying one another up, or can we dispense with all of that nonsense now?" Legolas asked, reaching out a hand to softly stroke Rumil's cheek.
Rumil returned the smile, pulling Legolas down onto the bed with him, claiming the Prince's lips even as he drew the sheets over both their heads.
From under the sheets, only two words were spoken before the sounds of lovemaking filled the air.
"Thank you…"
The End