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Adult ++
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chapter1
Title: The Lovers’ Art 1/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Glorfindel/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan, others later
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Legolas takes it upon himself to find a lover for lonely Thranduil. But is Thranduil ready for love? Can he overcome his steadfast belief that true love can only be found with the opposite sex? Meanwhile, Legolas learns that sex can bring as much turmoil as pleasure…
A/N: Anything in single quotation denotes farspeaking, Thoughts are denoted by asterisks.
Chapter 1
‘Where are you?’ Legolas focused on sending the message as much as he had since he had first begun learning to farspeak. But again, there was no response. For some reason Elladan was not communicating with him and it worried Legolas. Had something happened to his dark lover? Or was Elladan simply ignoring him? Legolas grew perturbed at the thought of both possibilities, but he hoped the latter was the reason Elladan was not responding.
He returned to his horse with a veil of anxiety drawn over his face. Behind him, a thin waterfall cascaded down a wall of slippery rock into the pooled water below. Flowering trees gave a burst of color to a background of lush green. It was Legolas and his lover’s secret spot—where they met whenever Legolas journeyed to Imladris, so that they might enjoy some time together in peace before every Elf in Rivendell rushed to Legolas’ side to welcome the Mirkwood Prince.
‘Where are you off to, fair prince?’ Legolas silently thanked the Valar that Elladan was alive and well.
‘Would you have me wait here until you decided to grace me with your presence?’
A sweet laugh rang through Legolas’ mind. ‘As always…answering a question with a question. You take after your Adar. Wait for me, love. I will be there soon.’
Legolas climbed down from his mount once more and lay down under a maple tree where the grass was soft and the shade provided a retreat from the midday sun. His thoughts immediately turned to ebony tresses and eyes like smoky topaz.
How long he lay there, under that tree, fantasizing about his lover, Legolas did not know. But when he opened his eyes again, Elladan stood before him with curiously raised brows, eyes focused on the significant bulge that must have formed within his breeches in the midst of his fantasy.
“Elladan!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet only to pull his lover down to the ground. He rolled the dark prince onto his back and initiated a thorough assault on his mouth.
“Gods, how I’ve missed you,” Legolas breathed, groaning in contentment before claiming Elladan’s mouth once more.
“I missed you, too,” Elladan said wearily.
“Come,” said Legolas, taking his hand and pulling him to an upright position. “Let us bathe.”
Both princes knew, of course, that they would need a second bath after recovering from the first, but that didn’t matter. For them, it had become a ritual of reunion.
Clothes were flung carelessly upon the blue-green grass. Droplets of water splashed by the lovers jumping into the pool glittered in the sunlight.
Together, they swam beneath the waterfall, letting it cool their heads and drench their hair.
“Melin chen,” Legolas whispered as he licked drops of water from Elladan’s shoulder, his erection pressed against Elladan’s behind. (I love you)
“No playing today?” Elladan’s question was one of relief rather than of complaint.
“Sex is play, too. Is it not?” Legolas asked.
“Aye.”
Legolas usually preferred to start a water fight with his beloved. Elladan would lunge at him and they would grapple in the grass. The winner could take what he wanted from his opponent. But in the end, Legolas would always submit, even if he could have defeated Elladan—the Prince of Imladris seemed too intent on winning, and Legolas soon figured out that Elladan did not like to be dominated. But now, with a persistent, burning ache in his loins, splashing water was the last thing on Legolas’ mind—unless it was the splashing caused by the thrusting of hips.
Legolas pulled a heavy mass of wet hair away from his lover’s neck and let his tongue glide upwards along the curve of his neck, making Elladan groan. The woodland prince brought his hand down to his own cock for the purpose of guiding the tip between Elladan’s buttocks.
“Wait,” Elladan protested, turning around to face him. “I wish to take you.”
Legolas submitted to his lover’s desire with little more than a sigh of resignation. He wrapped his legs around Elladan’s waist as the dark Elf impaled him upon his cock.
Elladan took him roughly, strong arms pulling Legolas down on his turgid flesh at a frenzied pace. And the water did splash, mingling with the sweet sounds of Legolas’ moaning and Elladan’s low grunts. Their lovemaking was rushed, impatient, as it always had been. And for the first time in their two hundred-thirty-one year relationship Legolas was bothered by it. Oh, it did not fail to bring him over the edge—but even at that moment of supreme ecstasy, there was something lying at the bottom of the sea of bliss that just didn’t feel right. Yet, Legolas did not want to dwell on it. He told himself he should feel happy just to be with the one he loved again.
Finally sated, they left the pool to lie down on the grass. Legolas buried his face beneath Elladan’s chin and closed his eyes, sighing dreamily.
Elladan took an audible sniff. “I hoped the bath would wash away that dreadful scent,” he said. “But it lingers still…”
“Oh,” said Legolas quietly. “I happen to be very fond of it… I hoped you would like it as well…”
Elladan chuckled. “Nay, lirimaer. I meant not to say that the fragrance is horrible, just that I prefer your natural scent, which it masks.” (lovely one)
Legolas’ lips curved in a delicate smile, although the explanation offered him little comfort. True, he enjoyed the natural scent of his lover’s skin as, too; but the fact that he seemed to fail in all his efforts to please Elladan caused his chin to drop.
“Elladan?” Legolas asked after a period of silence.
“Mmm?”
“Does Glorfindel have a lover?”
Elladan raised a dark brow in a curious expression. “Why do you ask? Have you plans for him?”
Legolas quickly realized what his lover was implying, and playfully punched him in the arm. “Yes, I do. But it is not what you think.”
“I don’t suppose so,” Elladan said in a more somber tone. “And what lovers he does have only hold their title until sunrise.”
“Oh.”
“But tell me, why the sudden interest in Glofindel’s love life?”
“Adar seems lonely,” Legolas began. “And he refuses to find someone for himself. So, I decided to try…”
The blonde was interrupted by an eruption of laughter, which irritated him for he considered it an impertinent response.
“What?” Legolas asked impatiently.
“Oh, Legolas,” Elladan placed a hand on his lover’s upper arm. “Do you recall why Elrohir still doesn’t speak to you?”
“Because I made him look like a complete fool while attempting to convince Lindir to that he should ask your brother out on a date,” Legolas stated with lack of enthusiasm.
“Aye. Legolas, you just aren’t matchmaker. But aside from that…GLORFINDEL? Melethen, if anything, your Adar needs someone he can count on not to break his heart again. Glorfindel is the exact opposite of that…And Thranduil not even sway towards the same sex…”
“You speak the truth,” Legolas pretended to agree. His intuition told him that Glorfindel would make a great partner for Thranduil. However, he knew now that Elladan would not offer much help, and it was best to end the conversation there.
TBC….
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Glorfindel/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan, others later
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Legolas takes it upon himself to find a lover for lonely Thranduil. But is Thranduil ready for love? Can he overcome his steadfast belief that true love can only be found with the opposite sex? Meanwhile, Legolas learns that sex can bring as much turmoil as pleasure…
A/N: Anything in single quotation denotes farspeaking, Thoughts are denoted by asterisks.
Chapter 1
‘Where are you?’ Legolas focused on sending the message as much as he had since he had first begun learning to farspeak. But again, there was no response. For some reason Elladan was not communicating with him and it worried Legolas. Had something happened to his dark lover? Or was Elladan simply ignoring him? Legolas grew perturbed at the thought of both possibilities, but he hoped the latter was the reason Elladan was not responding.
He returned to his horse with a veil of anxiety drawn over his face. Behind him, a thin waterfall cascaded down a wall of slippery rock into the pooled water below. Flowering trees gave a burst of color to a background of lush green. It was Legolas and his lover’s secret spot—where they met whenever Legolas journeyed to Imladris, so that they might enjoy some time together in peace before every Elf in Rivendell rushed to Legolas’ side to welcome the Mirkwood Prince.
‘Where are you off to, fair prince?’ Legolas silently thanked the Valar that Elladan was alive and well.
‘Would you have me wait here until you decided to grace me with your presence?’
A sweet laugh rang through Legolas’ mind. ‘As always…answering a question with a question. You take after your Adar. Wait for me, love. I will be there soon.’
Legolas climbed down from his mount once more and lay down under a maple tree where the grass was soft and the shade provided a retreat from the midday sun. His thoughts immediately turned to ebony tresses and eyes like smoky topaz.
How long he lay there, under that tree, fantasizing about his lover, Legolas did not know. But when he opened his eyes again, Elladan stood before him with curiously raised brows, eyes focused on the significant bulge that must have formed within his breeches in the midst of his fantasy.
“Elladan!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet only to pull his lover down to the ground. He rolled the dark prince onto his back and initiated a thorough assault on his mouth.
“Gods, how I’ve missed you,” Legolas breathed, groaning in contentment before claiming Elladan’s mouth once more.
“I missed you, too,” Elladan said wearily.
“Come,” said Legolas, taking his hand and pulling him to an upright position. “Let us bathe.”
Both princes knew, of course, that they would need a second bath after recovering from the first, but that didn’t matter. For them, it had become a ritual of reunion.
Clothes were flung carelessly upon the blue-green grass. Droplets of water splashed by the lovers jumping into the pool glittered in the sunlight.
Together, they swam beneath the waterfall, letting it cool their heads and drench their hair.
“Melin chen,” Legolas whispered as he licked drops of water from Elladan’s shoulder, his erection pressed against Elladan’s behind. (I love you)
“No playing today?” Elladan’s question was one of relief rather than of complaint.
“Sex is play, too. Is it not?” Legolas asked.
“Aye.”
Legolas usually preferred to start a water fight with his beloved. Elladan would lunge at him and they would grapple in the grass. The winner could take what he wanted from his opponent. But in the end, Legolas would always submit, even if he could have defeated Elladan—the Prince of Imladris seemed too intent on winning, and Legolas soon figured out that Elladan did not like to be dominated. But now, with a persistent, burning ache in his loins, splashing water was the last thing on Legolas’ mind—unless it was the splashing caused by the thrusting of hips.
Legolas pulled a heavy mass of wet hair away from his lover’s neck and let his tongue glide upwards along the curve of his neck, making Elladan groan. The woodland prince brought his hand down to his own cock for the purpose of guiding the tip between Elladan’s buttocks.
“Wait,” Elladan protested, turning around to face him. “I wish to take you.”
Legolas submitted to his lover’s desire with little more than a sigh of resignation. He wrapped his legs around Elladan’s waist as the dark Elf impaled him upon his cock.
Elladan took him roughly, strong arms pulling Legolas down on his turgid flesh at a frenzied pace. And the water did splash, mingling with the sweet sounds of Legolas’ moaning and Elladan’s low grunts. Their lovemaking was rushed, impatient, as it always had been. And for the first time in their two hundred-thirty-one year relationship Legolas was bothered by it. Oh, it did not fail to bring him over the edge—but even at that moment of supreme ecstasy, there was something lying at the bottom of the sea of bliss that just didn’t feel right. Yet, Legolas did not want to dwell on it. He told himself he should feel happy just to be with the one he loved again.
Finally sated, they left the pool to lie down on the grass. Legolas buried his face beneath Elladan’s chin and closed his eyes, sighing dreamily.
Elladan took an audible sniff. “I hoped the bath would wash away that dreadful scent,” he said. “But it lingers still…”
“Oh,” said Legolas quietly. “I happen to be very fond of it… I hoped you would like it as well…”
Elladan chuckled. “Nay, lirimaer. I meant not to say that the fragrance is horrible, just that I prefer your natural scent, which it masks.” (lovely one)
Legolas’ lips curved in a delicate smile, although the explanation offered him little comfort. True, he enjoyed the natural scent of his lover’s skin as, too; but the fact that he seemed to fail in all his efforts to please Elladan caused his chin to drop.
“Elladan?” Legolas asked after a period of silence.
“Mmm?”
“Does Glorfindel have a lover?”
Elladan raised a dark brow in a curious expression. “Why do you ask? Have you plans for him?”
Legolas quickly realized what his lover was implying, and playfully punched him in the arm. “Yes, I do. But it is not what you think.”
“I don’t suppose so,” Elladan said in a more somber tone. “And what lovers he does have only hold their title until sunrise.”
“Oh.”
“But tell me, why the sudden interest in Glofindel’s love life?”
“Adar seems lonely,” Legolas began. “And he refuses to find someone for himself. So, I decided to try…”
The blonde was interrupted by an eruption of laughter, which irritated him for he considered it an impertinent response.
“What?” Legolas asked impatiently.
“Oh, Legolas,” Elladan placed a hand on his lover’s upper arm. “Do you recall why Elrohir still doesn’t speak to you?”
“Because I made him look like a complete fool while attempting to convince Lindir to that he should ask your brother out on a date,” Legolas stated with lack of enthusiasm.
“Aye. Legolas, you just aren’t matchmaker. But aside from that…GLORFINDEL? Melethen, if anything, your Adar needs someone he can count on not to break his heart again. Glorfindel is the exact opposite of that…And Thranduil not even sway towards the same sex…”
“You speak the truth,” Legolas pretended to agree. His intuition told him that Glorfindel would make a great partner for Thranduil. However, he knew now that Elladan would not offer much help, and it was best to end the conversation there.
TBC….