The Initiation
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,704
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20
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Dance
Title: The Initiation
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 2 - Dance
The days passed. Each night the moon waxed. Legolas joined thvendvendell Elves for archery, combat, and tactics, but he was always denied permission to join them in their evening adventures.
Elrond watched the lone Elf wander off on his own, knowing the confusion and disappointment he was feeling.
Elrond knew the forests of Rivendell intimately. He knew of all the little places held sacred in the hearts of individual Elves. He would sometimes quietly follow an Elf to his special place and watch. The heart of an Elf is easier to read when it is opened to the trees. Sometimes from such observations events could soon be set in motion, difficulties eased, and spirits mended. At other times, the readiness of Elves to undergo The Initiation could also be observed.
It was with the latter in mind that Elrond dwelt unseen in one of the outer gardens of Rivendell one morning. He had sensed the approaching time in one Elf, one sent from Mirkwood to be initiated when his time came. Many Elves of high standing sought to be chosen to perform the ritual with the young prince. The King would have considered but a few. Elrond had been thrilled to be given the honor by the King of Mirkwood to undertake the task as Legolas’ teacher. He knew the King would not have made a selection against his son’s will. Thus, it meant that Legolas had also agreed. The young Elf would not know when his time would come. That final decision was left to the initiator.
Elrond watched Legolas slip into the forest, heading for his special place.
“Ah, young Prince of Mirkwood, perhaps your time draws near.”
Legolas headed quickly for his selected place in Rivendell’s great forest. It was almost as dear to him as his sheltered grove in Mirkwood. He reached the familiar clearing, on the edge of which his sun-warmed rock appeared to await his return. With cat-like skill he sprang onto the high rock without breaking stride and settled himself on the familiar smooth expanse of stone. He felt a sense of peace as he looked out across the tops of the trees in the lower valley. Hawks circled lazily above, their occasional wing beat providing the only movement within the blue eternity.
Elrond had known of this place, too, and easily arrived ahead of Legolas, hiding himself on the downwind side of the clearing. He watched the young Elf reconnect with the forest and waited.
Legolas felt the faint breeze that bore the fair voices of Elves singing a song for the forest as the sun climbed higher into the sky. He always enjoyed the morning songs more during the times when he was alone with the trees. This time, however,…something…a slight frown creased the Elf’s brow as he realized that he did not know the song. Something…
The Elf struggled to grasp the words with his mind, but they seemed to dance elusively beyond him. He stilled his mind, focusing all his attention on the song that puzzled him so. Yet the more he listened the less it seemed that the words entered through his ears; rather, he felt through his body the elusive words suggest half-formed meanings before they drifted from his grasp.
From his hidden vantage point Elrond watched the confused Elf with satisfaction.
“Yes, young Prince, it holds you now,” Elrond whispered quietly to the forest that already knew.
Feeling drawn to the clearing, Legolas jumped down silently from his rock. Somehow his weapons clotclothing felt heavy against his skin. A faint smile traced his lips as he set aside his weapons and removed his clothing before moving into the small clearing. He thought himself alone and unseen. For a moment he stood naked and motionless, feet apart, hands by his sides, eyes looking up into the trees, as he listened to the gentle cadences of the song. Starting from his finely attuned ears the sound traveled through him, touching his mind… his body…his soul…deep….
The Elf closed his eyes as he started to dance, slowly moving his body with fluid, graceful movements. His arms left his sides in graceful arcs, rising above his head toward the leaves above him. He shifted his balance to one leg as the other finely sculptured limb rose up from the knee and unfurled up beside his head.
Elrond smiled. “Yes, that’s it,” he thought to himself as he watched the song take hold.
The Elven flexibility, so useful for escaping foes, also allowed great beauty in dance. Legolas left his leg high in the air for balance as he stretched his arms back over, arching his body backwards, taking his weight on his arms before bringing his legs over one at a time to complete the move by returning to his feet. He leapt into the air, spinning twice as if carried by the music before landing silently again. His eyes remained closed throughout as he let his body lead him in an ancient dance brought forth by the song. A light sheen of sweat polished the Elf’s fair skin as he danced.
One move blended into another without beginning or end as the song wove its dance with the Elf’s lithe body. Legolas was lost within the twists, turns, extensions and leaps of his body and the song that commanded it. He felt his movements slow to sensuous rhythms of his hips that sent waves of pleasure through him. For a brief moment he began to wonder how he was able to perform such a dance, but the power of the song wrested that thought, and all others, away from him
He was unaware of how much time had passed or when the song had ended. As his thoughts returned to his control, the Elf pondered the two riddles. The third riddle was even more perplexing: he had also found himself lying on his back on the soft grass, feeling very aroused. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he looked down at his own erect shaft swollen in anticipation.
Elrond, satisfied that the young Elf’s time had come, retreated silently back into the forest.
TBC
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 2 - Dance
The days passed. Each night the moon waxed. Legolas joined thvendvendell Elves for archery, combat, and tactics, but he was always denied permission to join them in their evening adventures.
Elrond watched the lone Elf wander off on his own, knowing the confusion and disappointment he was feeling.
Elrond knew the forests of Rivendell intimately. He knew of all the little places held sacred in the hearts of individual Elves. He would sometimes quietly follow an Elf to his special place and watch. The heart of an Elf is easier to read when it is opened to the trees. Sometimes from such observations events could soon be set in motion, difficulties eased, and spirits mended. At other times, the readiness of Elves to undergo The Initiation could also be observed.
It was with the latter in mind that Elrond dwelt unseen in one of the outer gardens of Rivendell one morning. He had sensed the approaching time in one Elf, one sent from Mirkwood to be initiated when his time came. Many Elves of high standing sought to be chosen to perform the ritual with the young prince. The King would have considered but a few. Elrond had been thrilled to be given the honor by the King of Mirkwood to undertake the task as Legolas’ teacher. He knew the King would not have made a selection against his son’s will. Thus, it meant that Legolas had also agreed. The young Elf would not know when his time would come. That final decision was left to the initiator.
Elrond watched Legolas slip into the forest, heading for his special place.
“Ah, young Prince of Mirkwood, perhaps your time draws near.”
Legolas headed quickly for his selected place in Rivendell’s great forest. It was almost as dear to him as his sheltered grove in Mirkwood. He reached the familiar clearing, on the edge of which his sun-warmed rock appeared to await his return. With cat-like skill he sprang onto the high rock without breaking stride and settled himself on the familiar smooth expanse of stone. He felt a sense of peace as he looked out across the tops of the trees in the lower valley. Hawks circled lazily above, their occasional wing beat providing the only movement within the blue eternity.
Elrond had known of this place, too, and easily arrived ahead of Legolas, hiding himself on the downwind side of the clearing. He watched the young Elf reconnect with the forest and waited.
Legolas felt the faint breeze that bore the fair voices of Elves singing a song for the forest as the sun climbed higher into the sky. He always enjoyed the morning songs more during the times when he was alone with the trees. This time, however,…something…a slight frown creased the Elf’s brow as he realized that he did not know the song. Something…
The Elf struggled to grasp the words with his mind, but they seemed to dance elusively beyond him. He stilled his mind, focusing all his attention on the song that puzzled him so. Yet the more he listened the less it seemed that the words entered through his ears; rather, he felt through his body the elusive words suggest half-formed meanings before they drifted from his grasp.
From his hidden vantage point Elrond watched the confused Elf with satisfaction.
“Yes, young Prince, it holds you now,” Elrond whispered quietly to the forest that already knew.
Feeling drawn to the clearing, Legolas jumped down silently from his rock. Somehow his weapons clotclothing felt heavy against his skin. A faint smile traced his lips as he set aside his weapons and removed his clothing before moving into the small clearing. He thought himself alone and unseen. For a moment he stood naked and motionless, feet apart, hands by his sides, eyes looking up into the trees, as he listened to the gentle cadences of the song. Starting from his finely attuned ears the sound traveled through him, touching his mind… his body…his soul…deep….
The Elf closed his eyes as he started to dance, slowly moving his body with fluid, graceful movements. His arms left his sides in graceful arcs, rising above his head toward the leaves above him. He shifted his balance to one leg as the other finely sculptured limb rose up from the knee and unfurled up beside his head.
Elrond smiled. “Yes, that’s it,” he thought to himself as he watched the song take hold.
The Elven flexibility, so useful for escaping foes, also allowed great beauty in dance. Legolas left his leg high in the air for balance as he stretched his arms back over, arching his body backwards, taking his weight on his arms before bringing his legs over one at a time to complete the move by returning to his feet. He leapt into the air, spinning twice as if carried by the music before landing silently again. His eyes remained closed throughout as he let his body lead him in an ancient dance brought forth by the song. A light sheen of sweat polished the Elf’s fair skin as he danced.
One move blended into another without beginning or end as the song wove its dance with the Elf’s lithe body. Legolas was lost within the twists, turns, extensions and leaps of his body and the song that commanded it. He felt his movements slow to sensuous rhythms of his hips that sent waves of pleasure through him. For a brief moment he began to wonder how he was able to perform such a dance, but the power of the song wrested that thought, and all others, away from him
He was unaware of how much time had passed or when the song had ended. As his thoughts returned to his control, the Elf pondered the two riddles. The third riddle was even more perplexing: he had also found himself lying on his back on the soft grass, feeling very aroused. His eyebrows rose in surprise as he looked down at his own erect shaft swollen in anticipation.
Elrond, satisfied that the young Elf’s time had come, retreated silently back into the forest.
TBC