What Was Taken

Orophin laughed in reply. "Do you think our brother was a stranger to such games," he said, the mocking tonek ink in his voice. "Sooner or later you would have been at his mercy..." He trailed off and rubbed Legolas' head to the hardness under the black fabric.

The words shook Legolas' very core. What did the Elf mean? Surely not what he thought he did.

"Haldir loved me." He forced the words out of his mouth. "And I him." Something almost stubborn came in to his voice as he continued to rock slightly in the other's lap. Face down, hands tied up.

"Not nearly enough," Orophin's instant reply sounded and he reached down to pull out his member, leaving it only inches from Legolas' face. "Then you wouldn't have enjoyed this so much," he reasoned in a gentle voice.

"I don't!" A hoarse voice. Anger and fear. His eyes fixed on the weeping arousal in front of him. Watched it as beads of moisture gathered on the tip and slowly ran down the smooth shaft. The musky smell much stronger now, made his own body give an involuy any answer. He watched as the Galadhrim’s slender fingers embraced the straining flesh and started to move, force more of pea pearly liquid out of it.

"Ah! You are a sight!" Orophin stated while his hand continued to move. Smeared the white substance over the luminescent, hard flesh between his fingers. His other hand came to cup the back of Legolas' head and pull him closer. His breathing came heavy as he rubbed himself against Legolas' face while he gave small sighs of pleasure.

Legolas closed his eyes, felt hot traces of sticky liquid on his skin and lips as the smooth flesh roamed his face roughly. Fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him even closer, he could feel the Elf's hips move slightly, mirroring his brother's rhythm while the panting became louder.

Legolas could hardly breath now as his face was shoved roughly into the other's crotch, his face constantly being rubbed against the hard rod. Strong fingers held him in place, soft whispers he could not comprehend fell from the other's lips.

"Stick out your tongue, Legolas," The other's voice sounded at last. "Lick it... Please," he added in a husky whisper, startling Legolas' dulled senses.

"No, I will not," he replied in a whr. Gr. Grasping the power the other allowed him.

"I can make you..." Orophin replied in the same low voice, still rocking and moving towards Legolas' face.

" I know..." Legolas' said and startled when he felt Rumil's hand suddenly leave his hip to take hold of the betraying piece of flesh between his thighs. The shiver in his body made Orophin laugh, Legolas squirm.

"Please, have mercy..." He didn't know whom he begged. Maybe Orophin. Maybe both of them...

"Mercy..." Orophin's reply came slowly. "You don't want our mercy, Legolas." He smiled.

"It's my body betraying me..." Legolas argued hoarsely. Felt his cheeks blush with shame.

Orophin laughed again. "Your body betraying you, indeed," he said at last. Sarcasm flooding his voice and ripped Legolas' heart to piec
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It was then, by those words, it all fell apart. With a deep sob Legolas gave in. Tears filled his eyes again, along with a pleasurable sensation that streamed through his body. He wanted to scream out his agony and relief but could not. The emotions that filled him were too strong. Instead, his body spasmed violently with the internal turmoil. He realized he sobbed aloud and heard Orophin through the sounds.

"Hush, my Legolas. Everything is fine..." he soothed and lifted his face by his chin, lifted it to measure him. Meet his dark blue, tear filled eyes with his paler ones. He bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. The last thing Legolas had expected. The kiss was tender and cruel at same time, deepened as Legolas allowed him in, touched his tongue with his own.

As if we are lovers, Legolas thought and the words echoed in his mind...*As if we are lovers*...And another piece of his heart broke loose, fell into that black void of what used to be him.

With a strangled sound, Legolas broke off the kiss and pushed his hips violently up against Rumil's thrusts, moved in the other's hand. Rumil's hand tightened his grip on his arousal milking it more effectively, feeding the fire in Legolas' loins. The building tension in his abdomen.

He sighed deeply with open mouth and arched his head off Orophin's lap, throwing it backwards as best as he could while meeting the thrusts with his own. Orophin caught his face with his hand and flooded his open mouth with another series of deep kisses. His tongue slipped rhythmically in and out of it to be greeted by Legolas' own. All the time his moans sounded loudly in the clearing. Filling the air with the sounds of his pleasure.

"I will lick it now," he whispered huskily with half-closed lids. Wetting his lips with his tongue. Guided by Orophin he found the flesh between the other's thighs and cleaned it lovingly with his tongue. Savored the saltiness, the feel of the pounding blood under his tongue.

Orophin arched toward him as Rumil's thrusts came faster. The weight of him fell heavier on Legolas hips, but he kne coe could take it. He opened his mouth wider and swallowed the aching flesh in front of him down. Sucked greedily at it, rolled every drop of moisture that escaped it in his mouth. Let the slightly spiced flavor tease his own senses... When Orophin bent forward and quickly undid the ties around his wrist he brought his numb fingers to rest on the other's hips. Closed around smooth skin and fabric to pull him closer, deeper, into his mouth. He pushed his hips even higher in the air, arched against the other while ragged sounds escaped his throat and he felt his own flesh stiffen and tense in Rums has hand. He cried out around the arousal that filled the cave of his mouth while he came and spilled himself to the forest floor. Felt Rumil's hot spurts hit inside of him with a few last thrusts of his hips and Orophin quickly redrew from his mouth to spill himself in a gathered handful of Legolas' golden hair.

"Yes..." Legolas whispered and collapsed into Orophin's lap. Rumil withdrew from his body and fell to the ground beside him. Breathing heavily.

Legolas lowered his hips to the ground, felt the juices seep out of him as he did. Then he curled himself up. Holding Orophin around the waist he closed his eyes and listened to his own breathing, his own heartbeat as it slowly calmed down.

"I knew you had that in you," Orophin breathed. Legolas could feel his pulse race as well, and a fine layer of sweat glistened on his brow. "Why else would he want you so..."

Legolas didn't answer. Just gave the other a somber smile. He didn't want to think. He knew he would have to sooner or later, but not now... This tower had fallen, was beyond repair.

Orophin fell back on the ground and Legolas followed. Climbed on top of his body, nuzzled his face against the other's neck and sighed. He felt Orophin lift his braid a couple of inches from the back of his head.

"At last you see me," he said almost as in wonder. "And I never thought you would..." he continued cryptically and trailed off. The braid fell back on his head again. Orophin's hand circled his naked waist.

They lay there for a while, the silence of the night embracing them. Rumil came closer, flung one of his legs over theirs. Slid a hand over Legolas back and was welcomed by his brother's arm to rest his head against his shoulder.

"A lament for Haldir," Rumil whispered and closed his eyes.

They didn't move until black clouds chased the red mist from the sky and Helm's Deep prepared itself for yet another heavy rainfall. A marking of the end of the red day.

Rumil rose to his knees and stretched his arms above his head. Instinctively Legolas followed his lead and rose from Orophin's body, straddling his knees and allowed the other to sit up. He embraced Legolas and pressed their lips together in a lingering kiss before they rose to stand. The Galadhrim straightened their clothes and Orophin found Legolas' cloak and draped it gently around his shoulders. None of them said anything before the Lorien brothers turned to leave.

Orophin lifted his fingers to his heart and bowed slightly in front of Legolas. "Until we meet again, Legolas Thranduilion," he said in something that could have been a mocking tone, but was not. Legolas lowered his head in return and watched the two of them leave the clearing. Slide gracefully among the trees to melt into the shadows. The last thing he saw was Rumil's face turning to him with a soft smile and a wink and then they were gone - Legolas cried.

When the first heavy raindrops hit the ground he finally made his way to the water. He shed his cloak anew and waded into the black stream. His body ached as did his heart when he lowered himself to let the water wash over him. Run through his hair and wash the blood, dirt and sticky fluids from the silken strands. He ducked his head and filled his mouth with water. Let it pour in and fill every inch of him. The heavens cracked open and let the rain pour down and Legolas sat in the water, letting it rinse his body. He undid his braid and made sure all of his hair was soaked throughout. Let the clear droplets mingle with his tears and disappear with the stream. Knew it would end up in the sea. His tears would be invisible then, erased by the great salty heart of the earth. They would mean nothing, would be gone. Rumil's dark, pained eyes when he had first entered the clearing flared through his mind. He wondered numbly if Orophin had saved him from more bloodshed by offering his brother Legolas' body instead of his neck. If it was so, he ought to be grateful didn't he?

He filled his hands with water and let it shower over his face and arms. Orophin's mocking, his desire to prove...- Legolas had been wrong! They had seen much those crystalline eyes of the Galadhrim... He cried for Haldir now. His beautiful lover that lay there, still and soulless.

Then he cried for himself. A relief mingled with the grief as his coherent thoughts tried to gather themselves, more bd had habit than any act of will... Orophin had ripped the mask off him and held up a mirror. He might not like what he saw in there, but at least it was him, Legolas - and he was alive.

Slowly he rose from the water and entered the shore. Lifted his cloak from the ground, knew that the soft, grey Lorien cloak would shield him from the dark and the cold...He fastened the green leaf and thought of Haldir. The impact of his gift to him and smiled slightly.

Orophin's last words echoed in his mind, a sweet promise and a threat. "Until we meet again Legolas Thranduilion."

He could live with that he thought and smiled to himself as the clouds drifted by, revealing a silvery moon to his gaze. A promise of a clear dawn, a world that still held light.


The end