Mending a Heart

A/N: Please note that this chapter contains consensual bondage.


Chapter 20: Silent Sadness

Elrond entered his study and sighed when he did not see Legolas. He had known that Elladan and the prince’s reconciliation would end their newfound camaraderie, as Legolas would become too busy to spend time with him any longer. However, Elrond had grown accustomed to the prince’s presence and wished that Legolas would continue to spend time with him. Deciding to put his loneliness aside, Elrond sat down and began to catalogue some herbs that the prince had gathered for various remedies. Suddenly sensing someone’s approach, the lord looked up expectantly.

“Good morn, Elrond,” Legolas said cheerfully. “How are you?”

“Legolas?” Elrond asked curiously. “Whae yoe you doing here?”

The prince furrowed his brow and stared at Elrond in dismay. “I am assisting you?” Legolas asked, surprised by Elrond’s question.

“Do you not wish to spend the morning with Elladan?” Elrond asked gently.

“Nay,” Legolas replied simply. “Elladan has border patrol duties in the morn. And anyway, I am greatly enjoying your teachings, Elrond. I have grown to like the healing arts very much. And I like spending time with you.”

“Indeed?” Elrond asked, shocked.

Legolas laugat tat the astonished look on Elrond’s face. “You seem surprised by my words. Is it so difficult to believe that I enjoy your company?”

“Aye,” Elrond replied, nodding slowly. “I am… I am dull, especially compared to my children. I’m sure you would have more enjoyment if you were with them this morn.”

“Nay,” Legolas said in disagreement. “You have become like a second father to me. Spending time with you is entertaining indeed.”

“Hmmm… ” Elrond muttered in amazement.

Legolas assisted the lord all morning and finally departed when the sun shone high overhead. Realizing that he had forgotten to put away two bowls of herbs, he returned to the study quietly, hoping not to disturb Elrond.

The lord was so busy that he did not notice Legolas’ return. The only thing that got his attention was Glorfindel.

“Good afternoon, Elrond,” Glorfindel said as he entered the study.

“Afternoon?” Elrond asked, looking out of a nearby window. “Is it midday already?”

“Aye,” Glorfindel replied.

“Of course,” Elrond said a bit wearily. “Legolas told me that he was departing a bit earlier. I was so busy that I barely said goodbye. I hope that I did not offend him.”

“Nay,” Glorfindel remarked, shaking his head. “The prince is quite amiable and he is the son of a king. I am sure that he understands how important and tiring the duties of a leader can be.”

“Aye,” Elrond nodded in agreement.

“The elves from Lothlorien departed this morn,” Glorfindel said, looking at Elrond.

“Ah yes,” the lord said, “I bade them farewell before the sun rose. I am glad that our dealings went smoothly, and that they are safely on their way home.”

“Aye,” Glorfindel agreed, touching Elrond on the shoulder. “Are you free tonight?”

Legolas looked up and began to watch the two elves with interest.

“Aye,” Elrond said, meeting Glorfindel’s eyes. “Why?”

“Because I would like you to come and dine with me,” Glorfindel said, squeezing Elrond’s shoulder gently. “I know how demanding the past few weeks have been for you, and I think that you need a relaxing night. If you agree, I shall prepare a feast for you. What say you?”

“I do not wish to impose, Glorfindel… ” Elrond began.

“It is not an imposition, Elrond,” Glorfindel said firmly. “I insist that you eat, drink and make merry with me tonight. It will be very entertaining.”

Legolas, who was listening very intently, widened his eyes and smiled. *Elrond and Glorfindel?*

“Alright then,” Elrond said, smiling brightly. “May I join you at dusk?”

“Aye,” Glorfindel said, smiling. “I will see you this evening.”

“Very well,” Elrond said as Glorfindel left the lord’s study.

Legolas sat in silence for a moment and could feel a huge grin spreading across his face. *I have a good idea.*

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A bit later, Legolas went to meet with his female companions and with Elladan and Elrohir for the afternoon meal. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he nearly ran into Tialise.

“Ai!” Tialise shouted, jumping out of the way.

Legolas looked up suddenly. “I am sorry, Tialise,” he said sincerely. “I did not see you.”

“’Tis alright,” Tialise remarked, smiling at the prince.

“How are all of you?” Legolas asked the females and Elrohir.

“Very well,” Arwen said, answering for the group as the others nodded in agreement.

“Where is Elladan?” Legolas asked curiously, but before anyone could answer, Elladan jogged over to where he was standing.

“Hello Prince,”’ Elladan said, smiling warmly.

“Hello Elladan,” Legolas said, looking at the dark-haired warrior carefully.

Elladan looked simply breathtaking. He wore a deep colored maroon tunic and sable colored leggings. But what really caught the prince’s eye was Elladan’s hair. All of it was pulled back and tied with two maroon scarves. Legolas had never seen a hairstyle like this nor had he ever seen Elladan look so handsome. He couldn’t help but stare blatantly.

“See something you like, Prince?” Elladan asked quietly.

“Aye,” Legolas replied huskily, looking into Elladan’s eyes. “I see something that I like very much.”

Elladan smiled seductively. His plan had worked. He had dressed particularly well this day and had taken extra time when styling his hair. He hoped the prince would notice and want to ravish him. Elladan watched Legolas expectantly, but was disappointed when the prince began talking about Elrond. *Legolas and I have not been intimate since our reconciliation. I wonder if I have done something wrong?*

“I am concerned about Elrond,” Legolas began slowly.

“Concerned?” Arwen asked a bit alarmed. “Has something happened?”

“Nay,” Legolas said, deciding to approach this subject carefully. “It is just… ”

“Just?” Arwen asked.

“He just seems so lonely at times,” Legolas said, looking at each of the lord’s children.

“Aye,” Elrohir said, nodding. “He has been that way ever since Mother left.”

“I see,” Legolas said pensively. “May I ask the three of you a very personal question regarding your father?”

“Aye,” Arwen and Elrohir replied while Elladan nodded his head.

“Would you be angry if he met someone that he could love?” Legolas asked hesitantly.

“Nay,” the siblings chorused.

“But who would want Father?” Elladan asked.

“Glorfindel,” Legolas replied, grinning.

“Glorfindel?” Elladan and Elrohir asked simultaneously with disgust.

“Oh, Legolas!” Arwen cooed. “Is it true? Are my father and Glorfindel interested in one another?”

“I am not sure,” Legolas replied, shrugging, “but Glorfindel ind Eld Elrond over for the evening meal tonight. Glorfindel is going to prepare a feast for him.”

“Indeed?” Arwen asked, beaming.

“Arwen, how can you be so giddy about this? It is disgusting.” Elladan said flatly.

“And why does it disgust you?” Arwen asked coolly. “You know as well as I that Father has suffered greatly since Mother’s departure. Do you not wish him to be happy?”

“I want father to be happy, but not with Glorfindel. That is absolutely repulsive! I have known Glorfindel since I was but a mere babe. If they were together… if they were intimate… ugh.”

Elrohir laughed, as did Zera, Ellaria and Tialise.

“So you are offended by intimacy, are you?” Arwen asked abruptly.

“Only where Father is concerned,” Elladan replied.

“Well, be grateful that he doesn’t find intimacy disgusting, or you nor I would be born,”’ Arwen quipped.

“Oy! That is repulsive,” Elladan said, frowning. “Arwen, please keep your lewd comments to yourself. I am going to partake of the afternoon meal in just a moment and would prefer to keep it in my stomach.”

“You are so immature sometimes, Elladan,” Arwen snapped. “I guess you think that someone being intimate with me is disgusting, too.”

“That is the most sickening thing that I have ever heard,” Elladan said looking at Elrohir who was nodding in agreement.

“It is not!” Arwen yelled defensively. “One day, I shall find a wonderful elf who will love and cherish me always.”

“Elf?” Elladan asked, beginning to laugh. “Arwen, no respectable elf would have you.”

“Nay,” Elrohir said, chuckling. “I am afraid that you would scare any decent elf away, Arwen.”

Ellaria punched Elrohir on the shoulder and looked at Arwen sympathetically.

“Arwen, the only way that you will ever wed is if Elrohir and I can find you a human,” Elladan said, laughing.

Arwen glared at Elladan and folded her arms across her chest.

“Do not heed their words,” Legolas said, touching Arwen on the shoulder gently. “You, dear Arwen, are fit for a king and I suspect that you will marry one someday.”

“She will,” Elladan said. “She will marry the king of Gaidon or some other human realm. He will probably be a rugged type of fellow. You know… long disheveled hair and a scruffy beard. Now that you mention it, Legolas, I believe that you are right. Arwen **would** be perfect for a king like that!” he howled with laughter as did Elrohir.

“I shan’t listen to this any longer!” Arwen hollered. “I shan’t have lunch in the garden today due to my hateful company. I will go and dine in the manor. Anyone, aside from my idiot brothers, may join me if they wish.” She stalked out of the south garden with Zera, Tialise and a seething Ellaria behind her.

“Elladan?” Legolas began, unable to hide the annoyed tone in his voice.

“I know, I know, Prince. I should not treat Arwen that way, but it is very entertaining. You should try it sometime,” Elladan encouraged, smiling.

Before Legolas could respond, Glorfindel entered the south garden and sat on a bench. Eating some bread and fruit, he began to flip through the pages of a thick book.

“Elladan do you really think that Glorfindel fancies Father?” Elrohir asked, staring at Glorfindel curiously.

“Surely not,” Elladan said, shaking his head.

“Perhaps we should speak to him about it,” Legolas suggested.

“’Tis a wonderful idea,” Elladan said happily as he began to walk toward the unsuspecting warrior.

“Elladan,” Legolas warned, “Glorfindel may not appreciate it if we pry into his personal matters. Please, do not be crass. Let us ask our questions carefully so that Glorfindel doesn’t know the nature of our curiosity.”

“Crass?” Elladan asked, offended. “I am never crass.”

Legolas gave Elladan an annoyed look as they approached Glorfindel.

“Good afternoon,” Glorfindel said cheerfully, looking up at his visitors. “It is a beautiful day.”

“Ah yes, so we’ve heard,” Elladan said, shaking his head and staring at Glorfindel skeptically.

“What do you mean, Elladan? What have you heard?” Glorfindel asked, looking at the dark-haired warrior with concern as he took a large gulp of cider.

“That you fancy my father and want to leave the border patrol so you can service him… in a different way,” Elladan sneered.

Glorfindel spit all of the cider out at once. “Wh… what?” he stammered.

Legolas shuddered while Elrohir laughed.

“So your new position makes you excited then?” Elladan teased. “When the two of you wed, may I call you Second Father?”

Elrohir clutched his side and began to howl with laughter.

Legolas shook his head and hoped that Glorfindel would not be offended.

“You can continue to call me Glorfindel,” the ancient warrior remarked, finally able to recover from Elladan’s accusation, “as the lord and I have no plans to wed and I have no plans to leave the border patrol.”

“Elrohir… Legolas? Did you notice the way that Glorfindel said lord? It sounded rather flirtatious, did it not? So, Glorfindel, do you wish trve rve your **lord** in **every** way? When you prepare a feast for him tonight, will you be the dessert?”

“Elladan!” Glorfindel exclaimed as his face turned crimson.

“I understand your need for an attractive and virile male elf. I, too, share your desire,” Elladan said, glancing back at Legolas. “But, methinks that you are looking in the wrong direction. I believe that Mander is unwed. Perhaps you should set your sights elsewhere?”

“Elladan you are so exasperating at times,” Glorfindel stated in annoyance.

“What was that, Father Two?” Elladan asked, grinning wickedly. “Do you wish to punish me for my insolence? Very well, but you should check with Father Number One before proceeding. We wouldn’t want any misunderstandings, would we? And anyway, if you plan to strike me upon my bare buttocks, I suggest that you discuss it with your lord first. I wouldn’t want him to get jealous of your affection for me.”

“I do not know how you know about my plans with Elrond tonight, but I assure you that they are platonic,” Glorfindel said, sighing in annoyance. “And as far as I am concerned, I am already your second father. That is why I have chosen to remain alone for all of these years… so I would spare Middle-earth of another unruly elf, like you.”

“Ai,” Elladan said, grabbing his chest. “You words sting. But do not fret; I shan’t get angry, Father Two. I have known you for many years and if it is my father that you desire, so be it. Allow me to help you claim his heart. Elrohir, go and fetch my bow and quiver.”

“What?” Glorfindel asked in disbelief. “Why do you need your bow and quiver?”

“I am going to shoot you in the arse,” Elladan stated simply.

“You will not, Elladan!” Glorfindel said, standing up abruptly.

Elrohir ran over to where they had laid their weapons after their border patrol duties and brought Elladan’s bow and quiver to him as asked.

Arming his bow, Elladan pointed the arrow at Glorfindel’s crotch. “Glorfindel, this would be much easier if you would turn around.”

“Elladan put that weapon down!” Glorfindel ordered.

“But this is the best way,” Elladan protested, still aiming the weapon at Glorfindel. “If you are injured, then you will have to go and see my father. If I shoot you in the arse, he will have to examine you. And if you are **very** lucky, he will examine you thoroughly. I shall count to three and then I will fire, alright? One… ”

“Elladan put that weapon down!” Glorfindel shouted angrily.

“Elladan!” Legolas hissed.

“Two!” Elladan shouted, staring at his target earnestly.

Elrohir watched his twin with excitement.

“Elladan? Elladan!” Glorfindel exclaimed.

“Three!” Elladan yelled.

Glorfindel threw his book and food and began to run toward the manor.

Elladan drew the arrow back and fired in Glorfindel’s direction. The perforator sliced through the air and went into the trunk of a large tree just to the right of the fleeing elf.

Glorfindel shrieked and began to run faster. He began to scream that Elladan had lost his mind.

Elladan and Elrohir collapsed on the ground, laughing hysterically.

“I never knew that Glodel del could run so fast,” Elrohir said between laughs.

“Neither did I,” Elladan said. “It is amazing how persuasive an arrow in the arse can be.” He looked at Legolas.

The prince frowned at Elladan and started to speak when Elrond came storming out of the manor.

“Oh no,” Elrohir said nervously as he and his twin stood up.

“Father,” Elladan said politely, “it is so wonderful to see you. Don’t you think this day is lovely?”

“Elladan, stop with all of the niceties,” Elrond snapped. “Glorfindel just ran into the manor, saying that you shot at him. He said that you were trying to kill him.”

“Nay, Father, nay,” Elladan said. “I wasn’t trying to kill him… hurt him a little, yes, but never kill him.”

Elrohir tried to stifle a laugh.

“I do not find your jest amusing, Elladan,” Elrond said seriously. “Why would you do such a thing?”

“I was trying to help hiEllaElladan stated, grinning deviously. “If you will allow me to go into the manor, I will complete my task. Then you and Glorfindel can be together.”

“Be together?” Elrond asked in dismay. “What do you mean?”

“Oh come now, Father, let’s not play dumb,” Elladan replied scathingly.

“Begging your pardon?” Elrond asked, giving Elladan a reproachful look.

“I know about your plans to court Glorfindel tonight… ”

“What?” Elrond asked, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

“I know that the two of you are secretly in love. Admit it,” Elladan demanded.

“You know, Elladan,” Elrond began as he shook his head, “I do not know what is thicker… the trunk of a tree or your head.”

Legolas and Elrohir began to laugh, but silenced themselves when Elladan gave them a menacing look.

“Surely, you do not truly believe that I feel that way about Glorfindel,” Elrond said in disbelief. “What would ever make you think such a thing?”

“Legolas,” Elladan replied, glancing at the prince. “He is the one that told me about your evening plans.”

Legolas could feel his face turning red as he and Elrond’s eyes met.

“Ah yes,” Elrond said, focusing his attention on his eldest son once again. “Legolas was listening to our conversation, eh? And I suppose it was also the prince’s idea to go and speak with Glorfindel about this foolishness as well.”

“Aye,” Elladan said seriously, nodding his head.

Elrond shook his head and looked at his son doubtfully.

“He did!” Elladan protested, glaring at the prince in frustration.

“Glorfindel is like a brother to me, Elladan… you know that,” Elrond said gently. “We have been very good friends for many years, and I cherish him. But I do not have romantic feelings towards him… and he does not feel that way about me. Why have you suddenly taken an interest in my personal matters?”

“Because… ” Elladan said, trying to choose his words carefully. “You seem so lonely sometimes. I… we… we want you to be happy, Father. We love you.”

“That is very kind,” Elrond said, smiling gently. “I admit that I feel very alone at times. I miss Celebrían terribly. But I do not wish to rush into such things. One day, perhaps, I may wish to court someone… I am glad that I have your support.”

Elladan shook his head and stared down at the ground.

“I… I do have your support, do I not?” Elrond asked, looking at the revolted look on Elladan’s face with concern.

“Aye, Father, you do,” Elladan saidetineting Elrond’s eyes. “It is just… ”

“Just?” Elrond asked.

“Disgusting,” Elladan remarked, shrugging as Elrohir laughed and Legolas shook his head in dismay.

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After lunch, Elladan went and apologized to an annoyed Glorfindel while Legolas and Elrohir met the females in the parlor.

By the time he arrived, everyone was knitting silently.

Arwen, still very cross, glared at Elladan as he entered the room. She demanded that he sit down at once so they could continue their knitting lesson.

Even though Elladan was happy that he and Legolas had been able to reconcile, he now wondered if the price had been too high. *I hate knitting!*

“You are not doing it right!” Arwen snapped. “Here, let me show you the proper way.”

“Ai!” Elladan hollered, waving his right hand in the air dramatically.

“What is the matter with you?” Arwen asked in annoyance.

“I pricked my finger,” Elladan whined.

“I shall prick **you** if you will not complete your stitching for today,” Arwen said scathingly.

“You are cruel,” Elladan said, casting his sister a disapproving look, “very cruel indeed, Orcwen.”

Arwen spun around and glared at Elladan threateningly. “Elladan! If you… ”

“Allow me to handle this, Arwen,” Legolas said quickly as he stood up and walked over to where Elladan was sitting.

“Here, let me show you how to do it,” Legolas said, holding out his hand.

“Why should I listen to you?” Elladan asked, folding his arms across his chest childishly. ou hou have been deceiving me for months.”

“Deceiving you?” Legolas asked, looking at Elladan in dismay. “Whatever do you mean?”

“You have been spending everyday with these females and you never once said that you could sew,” Elladan scolded.

“Why does it matter to you?” Legolas asked in incredulity. “You do not like to do needlepoint.”

“That is true,” Elladan said, nodding. “But I would not have spoken ill of it, if I had known that you liked it.”

“So, you would have lied to me then?” Legolas asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

“Aye,” Elladan replied. “I mean, nay. Oh, Legolas! Do not try to change the subject!”

Everyone in the room began to laugh.

“You have been teaching them to fight,” Elladan continued. “How could you do that without asking Elrohir and I if we wanted to assist you?”

“But Elladan, you said that you did not want to spend any time with the females. So, I just assumed… ”

“You **assumed**?” Elladan asked, looking at Legolas in shock. “Elrohir, he assumed. Let me explain something to you, Prince. If anyone is going to teach Arwen how to kill, maim and destroy, it’s going to be me.”

“Or me,” Elrohir said.

“Be quiet, Elrohir,” Elladan spat.

Elrohir looked at Elladan, openmouthed.

“Furthermore, you never told me that you went swimming and that you rode the steeds and went on walks… you never told me anything!”

“But Elladan,” Legolas tried to explain, “I… ”

“Nay,” Elladan said dismissively. “I do not wish to hear any of your excuses. I shan’t speak to you, unless you can convince me otherwise.”

Legolas smiled deviously and bent down so that he could whisper into Elladan’s ear. “If you behave yourself, I shall give you a delectable treat tonight.”

“Arwen? Could you help me with this new stitch? I can’t get the thread to loop properly,” Elladan said, suddenly feeling quite enthusiastic about knitting.

Legolas smiled and walked back over to his seat. He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw Elladan sewing frantically.

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Later, after the evening meal, Elladan followed Legolas outside.

Walking slowly, the prince led Elladan to the south garden. There, in the center of the landscape, a table and two chairs seemed to be awaiting their arrival.

“What is this?” Elladan asked curiously.

“’Tis your surprise,” Legolas replied, smiling.

“Oh,” Elladan said, trying to hide his disappointment.

Legolas looked at Elladan curiously. “Please, have a seat.”

“Alright,” Elladan said as he sat down.

Legolas opened a small sack and placed a bannock on the table.

“For me?” Elladan asked, smiling brightly.

“Aye,” Legolas replied. “All for you. I know that it is your favorite.” The prince sat down across from Elladan.

“Please, have some,” Elladan said, offering the prince some of the sweet cake.

“Thank you,” Legolas said, taking a bite of the delicious desert.

“So… ” Elladan began slowly. “Is this my only treat?”

“What?” Legolas asked, chuckling. “You desire more than this?”

“Aye,” Elladan said, nodding vigorously. “I desire you.”

Legolas smiled seductively and looked into Elladan’s eyes.

“But I guess my body will be a treat for you as I am a Rivendell elf and am very versed in the ways of physical pleasure,” Elladan quipped.

“Begging your pardon?” Legolas asked in incredulity.

“You heard me, Prince,” Elladan said smiling. “You haven’t tried to bed me once… for weeks. I am highly offended. In the past, I thought that you wanted me for my body. Now, you don’t seem to want me at all.”

“I want you, Elladan,” Legolas said simply. “**All** of you. But I did not want you to think that I didn’t care for you… that all I wanted was your body. I knew that you would tell me when you were ready to become intimate. I knew you had to learn to trust me.”

“Humph,” Elladan muttered, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

“You have barely eaten any of your treat. Don’t you like it?” Legolas asked slowly.

“It is not up to Rivendell’s high standards,” Elladan teased. “You know that we dark elves are quite good at cooking… in and out of the kitchen.”

“Indeed?” Legolas asked, smiling deviously. “Well, I must say, Mirkwood elves are gifted in those arts, too.”

“Nay, nay, Prince,” Elladan said, shaking his head in disagreement. “You fair elves cannot provide the sheer animalistic quality to your bedding techniques. It is a pity. Prior to this conversation I wanted to bed you, but I’ve suddenly lost my desire.” He hoped that Legolas would say what he wanto heo hear.

“Is that a fact?” Legolas asked in mock horror. “Well, you have never been bedded properly by a Mirkwood elf then. Perhaps I should give you a lesson in the art of pleasure, Mirkwood style.”

“Aye,” Elladan said, nodding. “Perhaps you should.

“Let us away to the manor, Elladan, for I have much to teach you,” Legolas said huskily.

Before Elladan could respond, Legolas grabbed his wrist and was dragging him towards the manor.

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“Where are we going?” Elladan asked as Legolas led him to the fourth floor of the manor.

“I am going to make you scream this night,” Legolas replied earnestly, “and I do not wish to awaken the others.”

“You may try,” Elladan remarked, “but I do not think that a Mirkwood elf, such as yourself, could cause that much pleasure.”

“We shall see, Elladan,” Legolas said, smiling. “We shall see.”

They entered a large bedchamber that was very sparsely furnished. It only had a bed, a dresser and a chair. The room was cozy, however, and smelled of sweet pine mingled with dew.

“Elladan,” Legolas said, smiling faintly.

Elladan turned and the prince pulled him into an embrace and began to kiss him tenderly.

The prince opened his mouth, inviting Elladan’s tongue inside.

Elladan responded to the prince’s wordless request and slipped his tongue into Legolas’ mouth.

Legolas arched his back, pressing his body closer to Elladan. The prince wrapped his arms around his neck while Elladan grasped Legolas’ buttocks, pulling the prince’s groin forward.

Elladan moaned when his shaft pressed against Legolas’ body. He grasped the prince’s hips firmly, trying to get as close as possible to Legolas.

“Wait,” Legolas said, breaking the kiss. “I wish to give a gift to you tonight, Elladan.”

“But I don’t need a gift,” Elladan said in protest. “You are my gift.”

“I know,” Legolas said lustfully. “I am your gift tonight.”

“Oh,” Elladan said, smiling brightly.

“I am going to show the Mirkwood art of physical gratification,” Legolas said. “If you do what I say, I will take you to realms of pleasure that you have never experienced. Will you yield?”

“Aye,” Elladan nodded, trying not to sound too excited. “I will yield.”

Legolas grasped Elladan’s hand and led him over to the bed. “Lay down on your back,” he demanded seriously.

Elladan nodded and did as the prince asked. Waiting patiently, Elladan wondered what Legolas was going to do.

“I like the way your hair is styled,” Legolas whispered. “Are those the scarves that were wrapped around the flowers that I gave you?”

“Aye,” Elladan said, looking up at the prince. “The flowers faded long ago, but I keep the scarves with me at all times.”

“Why?” Legolas asked, looking at Elladan carefully.

“Because you gave them to me,” Elladan replied, meeting the prince’s eyes. He felt an overwhelming feeling sweep through him all at once. Love intertwined with… with… sadness. Sitting up abruptly, he grabbed his chest.

“Elladan?” Legolas asked with concern. “Are you alright.”

“Aye,” Elladan said, smiling faintly. “I am alright.” He settled himself back onto the bed slowly, surprised that the feeling had passed.

“May I have the scarves for a little while?” Legolas asked.

“The scarves?” Elladan asked, looking at the prince in incredulity. “Why?”

“Because they will aid me in pleasuring you beyond belief,” Legolas said, grinning.

Elladan nodded and untied his hair. Without hesitation, he handed the scarves to the prince.

Gently, Legolas grasped Elladan’s right hand and extended it above his head. The prince tied Elladan’s wrist to the headboard.

“Legolas?” Elladan asked nervously. “What are you doing?”

Legolas smiled and walked over to the other side of the bed. Quickly, the prince tied Elladan’s other hand to the headboard.

Elladan tried to break free, but the bond had been tied securely. “Legolas?” he called fearfully.

“I won’t hurt you,” Legolas said soothingly. “Are the bonds too tight? Are you in pain?”

“Nay,” Elladan said timidly, feeling especially uneasy because the darkness veiled Legolas’ face. “But I’m… I’m a little nervous.”

Legolas got on top of Elladan and looked into his eyes.

Elladan felt his fear disappear when he saw the kindness in the prince’s blue orbs.

“I love you, and I promise that I will not hurt you,” Legolas said gently. “I only wish to show you the way I feel with no interference from you. Relax, Elladan. In a few moments, your anxiety will be replaced with more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”

Elladan nodded and tried to relax, but it was difficult for him to relinquish control.

Legolas removed himself from Elladan and disappeared.

The only sound that Elladan could hear was the beating of his own heart.

Legolas returned and placed something on the floor.

Whatever it was, it sounded heavy.

The prince placed a bottle of oil on the nightstand beside the bed, and smiled devilishly at Elladan.

“I’m going to undress you now,” Legolas said gently. The prince pulled Elladan’s boots off and then carefully pulled his leggings off. Legolas sat on top of his lover and began to unbutton his tunic.

“Legolas?” Elladan asked, amused.

“Aye?” Legolas replied, continuing to undo Elladan’s buttons.

“How will you remove my tunic?” Elladan asked, smiling. “My hands are tied to the headboard.”

“Like this,” Legolas said, grinning naughtily. The prince dismounted and picked up the object that he had placed on the floor.

Elladan saw something shine in the faint light of the moon that shone through the open windows in the bedchamber. He felt something cold on his right wrist and turned his head to see what Legolas was doing. His eyes widened when he saw that Legolas was holding a sword. He could feel his heartbeat quicken as eardeard the sleeve of his tunic begin to rip. Elladan held completely still while Legolas sliced through the clothing.

Legolas moved to Elladan’s other sleeve cut cut through it quickly.

Elladan lay completely naked upon the bed. “Uh… Legolas? You… you are not still angry with me? Are you?”

“Angry?” Legolas asked, placing the sword on the dresser.

“I… I mean…” Elladan stammered. “You do not still wish to... to rip my arms off?” he asked, trying to sound jovial.

“Nay, Elladan,” Legolas replied. “Although the thought of you being completely helpless and under my control is **very** appealing.” He looked at his lover’s beautiful body lustfully. “You will enjoy this,” the prince said eagerly. “I promise.”

Elladan was panting softly, looking at Legolas hungrily.

Carefully, Legolas climbed onto the bed, straddling Elladan. The prince explored Elladan’s chest with his hands slowly.

Elladan bit his lower lip when Legolas began to stroke his nipples gently.

Watching Elladan carefully, Legolas moved his hips down a bit to ensure that their crotches were touching. Slowly, Legolas began to move his pelvis against Elladan’s, rubbing their rigid members together languidly. At the same time, the prince continued to stroke Elladan’s nipples.

“Oh,” Elladan moaned, pushing his hips upward.

Legolas continued to writhe against Elladan’s pelvis while bending forward slowly. The prince began to lick Elladan’s right nipple while caressing the left one with his fingertips.

Elladan moved abouowlyowly against Legolas’ leggings. He could feel the prince’s hard shaft straining against his breeches, and he longed to touch it.

Legolas moved his mouth to Elladan’s left nipple and began to caress hisht nht nipple with his fingers, never ceasing the slow grinding movement of his pelvis.

“Oh, Legolas,” Elladan moaned softly.

Legolas moved his mouth up to Elladan’s neck and began to kiss and suck gently.

Elladan began to move his body faster against the prince, his breath coming in short, hard pants.

Legolas found Elladalipslips and began to kiss them gently.

Elladan opened his mouth as Legolas slid his tongue inside.

“Oh Elbereth,” Legolas moaned in Elladan’s mouth as the prince moved his pelvis frantically. “Enough,” he said quietly, climbing off of Elladan.

“Uh,” Elladan said in protest, eyeing Legolas, dismayed.

Legolas smiled and began to disrobe.

Elladan watched the prince lustfully.

Legolas unbuttoned his tunic and let it fall to the floor. Then the prince pulled off his boots and then moved to the waistband of his leggings. Slowly, Legolas pulled his breeches down, never taking his eyes off of Elladan.

“What is that?” Elladan asked, looking at the beautiful, little stone that was around the prince’s neck.

Legolas touched the necklace gently and smiled. “Do you remember the parcel that came from Mirkwood?”

“Aye,” Elladan said. “How could I forget?”

“That is a good point,” Legolas said, chuckling. “This is what was inside. It was my mother’s. My father saw fit to give it to me and I have worn it ever since. It is like I have a part of her with me now. So, I love this gift as it belonged to someone that I cherished more than myself.”

“It is beautiful,” Elladan said, suddenly feeling the sadness overwhelming him once again. He watched as Legolas got back onto the bed and straddled him once again. This time, however, Legolas straddled Elladan’s chest.

“Suck,” Legolas said firmly, looking at Elladan sternly.

Elladan raised hea head awkwardly and opened his mouth.

Legolas, seeing Elladan’s discomfort, rearranged the pillows so that he would be more comfortable.

Elladan smiled gratefully and took Legolas’ full length into his mouth. The feeling of sadness had disappeared once again.

Legolas gasped and placed his h on on Elladan’s head for support.

Elladan sucked and licked Legolas’ shaft as though it were a delicacy.

Legolas began to pant and pull Elladan’s hair as though he would loose control at any moment. “No,” he said softly. “Not yet.” The prince removed his member from Elladan’s mouth carefully.

Legolas kissed Elladan’s mouth tenderly, tasting some of his seed on the male’s lips. Hungrily, the prince licked the seed from Elladan’s mouth and began to descend down his body. He sucked, licked, kissed and nibbled his way down Elladan.

Elladan moaned and writhed, begging Legolas for more.

Legolas spread Elladan’s legs open and sat in between them. Gently, the prince began to kiss Elladan’s inner thighs as a prelude to the pleasure that would soon follow.

“Please don’t tease,” Elladan begged.

Legolas chuckled quietly and placed his mouth on the tip of Elladan’s shaft.

“Ah, Legolas!” Elladan groaned.

Legolas tenderly sucked the tip of his lover’s shaft, slowly moving his mouth further and further down Elladan’s member.

“Legolas… Legolas…” Elladan cooed softly.

Legolas removed his mouth from Elladan’s shaft and began to nibble the side of his member gently.

“You’re killing me, Greenleaf,” Elladan said between clenched teeth.

“My killing has only begun,” Legolas said, smiling. “Do not release until I tell you. Do you understand?”

“But…” Elladan argued.

“Do you understand?” Legolas asked again sternly.

“Aye,” Elladan said slowly.

Legolas smiled and lowered his head.

“LEGOLAS!” Elladan screamed as the prince began to lick his scrotum.

“So, you like Mirkwood pleasuring?” Legolas asked. He was especially gentle with this part of Elladan’s body, but he wanted to pleasure Elladan mercilessly. Legolas placed one of Elladan’s sacks into his mouth and rolled it carefully in his mouth.“Leg“Legolas, oh…” Elladan whimpered.

Legolas released one sack and then placed the other into his mouth. The prince caressed the tender flesh gently with his tongue, listening to Elladan moan in ecstasy. Legolas moved his mouth even lower and began to lick the place between Elladan’s anus and scrotum.

“Legolas, I can take no more. Please, Legolas,” Elladan pleaded.

“I’m not done yet,” Legolas said between licks.

Legolas slid his tongue inside of Elladan’s anus.

“Elbereth help me,” Elladan said breathlessly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Legolas slid his tongue in and out of Elladan’s openinantiantically, alternating his attention from his lover’s anus to his scrotum to the place in between the two.

“Legolas, please,” Elladan said shakily.

Legolas looked up at Elladan whose face was wet with tears. Legolas took Elladan’s full length into his mouth and began to suck relentlessly.

“Can I?” Elladan asked, panting loudly.

Legolas nodded, never removing his lips from Elladan’s shaft.

“Oh, Legolas!” Elladan shouted as he released his seed into Legolas’ mouth.

Legolas swallowed every bit of Elladan’s offering and smiled gently when Elladan closed his eyes with fatigue.

“Legolas,” Elladan whispered between pants, “I have never had a lover like you. You are marvelous.”

“I’m not done either,” Legolas said lustfully.

Elladan looked at Legolas carefully and realized that the prince was serious.

Legolas got the small bottle from the bedside table and opened it. The prince poured a generous amount of the liquid on his hands and placed the jar back onto the table. He watched Elladan intently as he smoothed some of the liquid onto his own shaft. The prince couldn’t help but moan quietly as he smoothed the oil over the head of his own shaft and down its length.

Elladan watched Legolas in fascination, already becoming hard again.

Legolas smiled when he saw Elladan’s rigid shaft.

Legolas moved in between Elladan’s legs and used some of the excess oil to coat three of his fingers. Carefully, the prince inserted one of his fingers in Elladan’s opening.

Elladan sucked in his breath sharply, but tried to relax as Legolas inserted a second finger.

The prince scissored his fingers gently inside of Elladan, making sure that he wasn’t hurting his beloved.

Elladan moaned quietly, letting Legolas know that he was no longer experiencing discomfort.

Legolas inserted a third finger pushing all three digits deep inside of Elladan.

“Oh, yes,” Elladan cooed. “Please, Legolas. Please don’t stop.”

Legolas moved his fingers in and out of Elladan slowly as Elladan moaned and groaned softly. The prince removed his fingers carefully.

Elladan looked at Legolas in adoration. “I love you,” Elladan said quietly. “I will always love you.”

These words pushed the prince over the edge. Legolas kneeled in between Elladan’s legs and extended them over his shoulders. Carefully, he rose up on his knees, lifting his lover’s buttocks off of the bed. Holding on to the sides of Elladan’s hips, he inserted the tip of his shaft into his welcoming entrance. Gently, the prince pushed forward, sliding the rest of his rigid shaft inside of Elladan.

“Oh,” Elladan gasped. He had never been in this position before, and he found it very erotic. He loved the way it felt to have his hips suspended in mid air and the way Legolas looked sliding in and out of him from up above.

Legolas thrust his hips slowly at first, watching the expression on Elladan’s face. He began to increase the power behind his thrusts, smiling when he heard Elladan moan. He began to plunge in and out of Elladan deeply.

“Legolas, Legolas, LEGOLAS!” Elladan screamed as the prince rode him like he never had before. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He exploded once again, releasing his seed all over his own stomach.

Legolas drove in and out of his lover and cried out when he released his seed inside of him. Hoping that no one heard their screams of pleasure, Legolas panted heavily and slowly pulled himself out of Elladan. Carefully, he lowered Elladan back onto the bed, and used part of the blanket to wipe the seed from his lover’s stomach.

Elladan kissed Legolas on the forehead when the prince lay beside him. “Legolas?” he asked in exhaustion.

“Aye,” Legolas replied.

“Will you untie me, please?” Elladan asked quietly.

“Oh!” Legolas exclaimed. “I forgot.” Quickly, the prince freed Elladan.

“Ai,” Elladan said softly, grabbing his aching left shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?” Legolas asked in alarm.

“Nay,” Elladan said, smiling, “my arms are just a little sore.”

“Oh, Elladan,” Legolas said apologetically. “I’m sorry.” He kd Eld Elladan arms lovingly.

“Oh, believe me, Legolas,” Elladan said pulling the prince into his arms, “it was worth it. You are worth it. And before you say anything spiteful, I will be the first to say that Mirkwood pleasure is almost as good as what we Rivendell elves have to offer. Almost… ”

Legolas laughed. “I love you, my Elladan,” he said, looking into his misty grey eyes.

“I love you, Legolas,” Elladan said, stroking the prince’s hair gently until the lovers fell into a peaceful sleep.

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Later that evening, Elladan awakened. Disentangling himself from the sleeping prince, he arose from the bed and walked over to the open window. He looked out over Rivendell and felt the warm wind caressing his face. He stood there for hours listening to the beating of his heart… aware of every breath that he took… feeling the sadness wash over him until he thought his heart would stop beating. In the distance, Elladan saw a leaf fall from a tree. He watched as it danced on the wind, slowing descending. *My Greenleaf is leaving.*

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TBC…