A Healing Touch

Ok, well since I'm going up to the stables to see my horse and won't be here for the weekend, I decided to post this chapter now. Plus, because I just love you guys so much.

Steph: I knew you'd like it! Young Leggy fics are so fun to write, that scene especially. And yeah, I may be spoiling you guys, but its fun! I'd hate to see what I'm like when/if I have kids, lol. Enjoy the next chapter.

lilith: lol, I hope I was quick enough for you. Yes, I know, I'm evil. And thank you, I'm glad you liked the flashback.

Isis: LMAO! Good, you awake for this chapter too, or do you need some coffee? Thanks, that scene was so fun to write.

Morelwen: Thank you, I'm happy to hear you're enjoying it. We'll eventually get to that point, lets just say the orcs are doing it to distract the elves from the attack... you'll learn more later.

Silent Archer: LMAO! Maybe he'll team up with Buffy or something, I dunno. You're freezing? You're not outside, are you? j/k, I'm not that stupid as to think someone would keep a computer outside.

jaylen: Thank you. And yes, the storyline does remain the same, however, I am a perfectionist and am constantly doing revisions, nothing major, mind you, but things I find relevant or not. besides, I never did get the chance to finish this, ass ff.net deleted it because I put 'rape' in the summary, bastards, I don't think I'm ever going to get over that.

Mawgy: LOL, everybody loves little Leggy! That scene with Gandalf certainly was fun (Ifeel like I'm repeating myself, lol, I sound like a broken record) anyway... Surprise! Another early update! LOL, good point about the show. Best keep the secret to ourselves, eh? And I'll remember that, as long as you don't know, I won't tell you, try not to, anyway, unless you read my mind again and hold a gun to my head and demand answers.

RyousMistress265: You mean we have to wait two years before the hobbit comes out? Bwa... I hope they use the same actors for the characters, Sir Ian as Gandalf, Hugo for Elrond, whats-his-name for Bilbo, lol, I'm bad with remembering names, and of course Andy for Gollum! Oh, I can't wait to see Smaug, that'll be soooo cool!

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As Thranduil's angered form exited his largely elaborate chambers, Legolas started after him only to be stopped by a firm but gentle hand placed upon his shoulder and with questioning eyes he turned to face Lord Celeborn.

"Let me speak to him, hen-nin. I realize your heart is in the right place but right now he needs council more than comfort." Gazing at the ancient elven lord, the young prince reluctantly nodded before Celeborn cocked his head and then exited the chamber in pursuit of the enraged Mirkwood king.

"What aught we to do now?" Elladan sighed in annoyance. "Oh, how I would just love to charge into that chasm and light fire to all those miserable beasts, egg sacks and all. This memory will surely haunt me for the rest of my days." Tallen suddenly furrowed his brow in thought as he turned his gaze to his friend at his suggestion.

"Calm yourself, ion-nin," Elrond replied. "I believe the best thing for you to do right now is to return to your chambers and rest. You are weary and--"

"Hold on a moment, if you please, my lord," Tallen interrupted. "Elladan, what did you just say?"

"The memory will haunt me for the rest of my days?"

"No, no, befohat.hat."

"That if I could, I would set their bloody cave into flames?"

"Yes! That’s it, that’s what must be done." For a moment, all present merely gawked at the prince as if he had suddenly grown an extra head.

"Are you mad, brothe Nav Nava asked incredulously. "We would be caught not one step inside their acursed domain."

"I think not, nay. If we were to sneak into their layer when they were not present, when they come to attack, we could slip in unnoticed and set fire to the cave. We wouldn't kill the spiders but we would destroy their eggs. The soldiers here could take care of the rest."

"Even if we were to do this," Glorfindel interjected. "we would most likely cross their paths when we headed that direction."

"Not if we were to take the west road with only a small party. We would have the guard stay behind to defend the palace against the enemy. Elladan, do you remember precisely where the cave is?"

"I remember exactly where it is. I doubt I could forget even if I tried." Elladan replied in disgust.

Elrond sighed, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger. He was not at all fond of the idea, but he knew once his sons minds were set, there was no changing them. The same went for Thranduil’s own offspring. As intelligent and noble as they were, they were also incredibly stubborn, and nothing would persuade them otherwise. "What say you, Lady Galadriel, can this be done?"

The Lady of the Wood was silent for several seconds before she replied with a slow nod of her golden head. "It can be done, though I can truly say I do not like the idea at all. Despite the fact that this cave wie une unguarded, their queen, I doubt, would leave her eggs so vulnerable. To destroy the eggs you first must kill the queen."

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as the eight elves and the wizard pondered quietly to themselves. "If you were to attempt this," the Istari finally spoke. "You would have to be quick on your heels. Yet we do not know when the spider colony and their orcs are planning their attack, who would be willing to attempt sa mia mission?"

"I would," Elladan eagerly volunteered, "I am the only one who knows the way, therefore I would be the obvious choice."

"And I would go with you, brother," Elrohir replied, "I would be able to sense any oncoming danger if need be. I will stand by your side through thick and through thin."

A sad smile quirked Elrond's lips. He knew that it would be futile to dissuade his sons from their decision and he also knew they would not part each others company no matter what the cost. Even if it meant their own destruction, he just hoped it wouldn't come down to that. The next volunteer, however, caught Elrond by surprise and it registered on his face as his eyebrows raised sky high.

"If you are to attempt such a mission then you will need someone with a keen eye and a good aim. I will join you as well." Legolas decided.

Before the lord of Imladris had a chance to object though, the elfling’s eldest brother intervened.
"Legolas, nay. You know as well as I that father would never allow it."

"The decision is not his to make, Nava. I am no longer an elfling. I have the right to choose my own fate."

"That is irrelevant. Thranduil is still our father and king. We must obey him."

"He cannot protect me forever. As difficult as it is to accept, he must. I am going."

The heir’s face showed registration mingled with sadness, and he gazed into the twin eyes of his youngest brother’s. "But ... I do not wish to see you hurt, muindor-tithen."

"And he will not," declared Glorfindel, "because I plan to join them as well and I will personally see to it that he stays out of trouble. Besides, I doubt even a giant queen spider would chance a battle with a former Balrog slayer. You need an experienced warrior if you expect to make this work."

"As you wish." the Maia said nodding his head, "Anyone else?"

"We will accompany you." said a new voice from the doorway.

All heads snapped towards the voice and there standing in the arch of the door were three elves, one with golden-silver hair, aqua coloured eyes and a strong nose. Behind him stood two more slender elves flanking him, each with golden-orange hair and hazel eyes, all baring the garb of the Lothlorien boarder patrol.

All elves in the room smiled at the three brothers as they bowed to their queen and the lords in the room as Galadriel approached them. She placed a gentle hand on the eldest one’s shoulder, bidding him to rise. "Mae-govannen, Haldir." Haldir, Rumil and Orophin slowly stood at their lady’s rule. "How much have you heard?"

"We have heard enough, my Lady, to know that you are planning to smite our foes offspring. We are willing to aid you in this conquest."

"The decision has not been made as of yet, mellon-nin," Glorfindel replied. "We still must inform Thranduil of our plan, which I doubt he will take very lightly."

"Indeed not. In any case, my brothers and I would be delighted to help."

"Then it is decided," Elrond sighed, trying to ignore the constricting of his heart. "Elladan, Elrohir, Legolas, Glorfindel, Haldir, Orophin and Rumil will intercept the spider colony's lair and destroy what they can.” He looked at each and every one of them sternly, allowing his gaze to linger on his two lovers. “I expect you all to come back alive.”

"Worry not Elrond," Glorfindel said in a teasing tone, motioning to the other chosen elves, “ I will protect these elflings with my life."

"I would hardly call myself an elfling, Glorfindel," Haldir replied, in a not-so-amused tone, "These young ones may not have been present during the Last Alliance but Nava, Orophin and I were and you know it, and If I remember correctly there were even several instances where I saved your lucky a--"

Cupping a hand over his brother's mouth before he could finish his sentence, Orophin quietly chastised his brother for even attempting to voice such foul language in the Lady Galadriel's presence, in turn earning a glare from a clearly annoyed Haldir.

"Now," Gandalf sighed. "all we have to do is speak to Thranduil."


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Down in the said elf’s study, he and Celeborn were doing just that. The silver haired lord had managed to track Thranduil down, easily at that, merely following the string of curses that could be loudly heard through the honeycomb-like halls, echoing within their long depths.

Sitting across from gol golden haired lord whom was tapping his fingers in annoyance on his desk and supporting his head with his other hand with a deep scowl on his features, Celeborn stared critically at Thranduil with an expression that clearly stated that he was not at all impressed as just several seconds ago the lord of Lothlorien had non-too-easily confiscated a wine bottle from the sulking king's grasp.

Growing tired of being gawked at like some freak of nature, Thranduil practically growled through his teeth. "If you have something to say then say it."

"Thranduil," Celeborn sternly chastised, hands loosely clasping the wine bottle in his lap. "I realize you are only trying to protect your people and if I were in your place I would most likely follow your course of action, however, we do not know exactly when the attack is planned for and it would be unwise to worry yourself so. The caution you are taking is understandable but I worn you now, your people need you. If you have come here to wallow in self pity, I advise against it. The best thing you can do right now is take your rightful place at your thrown. Now more than ever, your subjects need reassurance and guidance, not a drunken king whom has condemned himself to his chambers."

Rubbing his hand over his face, the Mirkwood king groaned into his fists. "I know. You are right, of course, it is just..... I have lost so many good people. My father and mother, my wife, some of my closest friends.... and I nearly lost my youngest son. I just do not want to feel that pain again. Perhaps if I was to condemn myself to solitude I would not have to see it happen."

"Locking yourself up wont help, Thranduil. Nor will this constant consumption of alcohol, nay, it will only make things worse for you as well as your people. I realize how difficult dealing with the deaths of your subjects will be in this on-coming battle, but the majority of them will need you in the end. You have gotten through difficult situations before and you will again. Do not make all the effort you have put into healing your troubled heart be for naught. Your mind must be clear and your body prepared for this war. Now, more than ever, your people need you."

The elven king sighed, blinking back the unwanted tears that had suddenly sprung to his eyes and slowly nodded to his kin. "You are right, lord Celeborn. I mustn’t let grief overtake my heart again, not this time."

Slowly rising from his chair, the High Elf placed a gentle hand on his companion’s shoulder. "Come then, your friends and family need you."

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Elrond sighed with contentment as the fresheatheated water enveloped his body as he descended into the metal bathtub, letting the warm liquid sooth his aching muscles as well as his troubled mind. He had just had a very heated argument with Thranduil regarding the elven King's youngest son's participation in the invasion of the spiders lair.

Needles to say, the elf king was not at all happy with the idea and only after a great amount of arguing and reassurance from both Elrond, Legolas, Glorfindel and the twins did Thranduil reluctantly agree. At least it would be safer for Legolas to join the small party than stay at the palace to battle the thousands of spiders and orcs that were supposedly headed towards them.

Scrubbing the cleansing herbs and flora over his angelic form, Elrond pondered the days ahead with pessimistic enthusiasm. Not only did his warriors from Imladris have yet to arrive but if what his eldest son had said was true, if the spiders did forge an alliance with the ignorant orcs, and if the spiders did somehow gain telepathy, it would indeed be a difficult battle to win, perhaps impossible. The spiders would be able to counter their every move and the elves would be at a great disadvantage. What baffled Elrond the most though, was how the spiders came to know that he possessed Vilya. They obviously wanted it badly if they were willing to go to such measures as to sacrifice their slaves to gain it. Why in Arda would they want it? Of course that answer should be obvious but if they knew that he possessed it then why were they attacking Mirkwood instead of Rivendell? Could it be that they somehow knew that he and his party were heading to Mirkwood and it would be an easier target to capture them at?

Pushing those thoughts aside for the time being, Elrond lifted his weary body from the tub and towelled his wet person before wrapping the fabric around his waist and pulled the curtain aside, joining Legolas and Glorfindel on the massive bed, smiling at the scene before him.

The two blond elves lay together quietly, snuggled closely in each others embrace, whispering words of endearment to one another. Both were only garbed in light leggings, golden tresses un-braided and spread across their well toned chests and backs, mingling together in the moonlight.

Seeing the dark haired lord's approach, both elves sat up and pulled themselves to the centre of the bed to make room. Smiling at the welcome, the elf lord spread his body onto the bed, taking the young prince in his arms as Legolas tenderly snuggled up to his side and placed a chaste kiss on his temple, Glorfindel following suite.

"Hello, my hearts," Elrond chuckled. "I take it you missed me in my short absence?"

"Indeed we did," Glorfindel replied. "we will be separated for the next several days and we deem it important to spend every waking hour together until then."

Elrond sighed sadly and nodded. "You know that if I could, I would go with you."

Casting his eyes down, Legolas also slowly nodded. "We know. But we understand that you have responsibilities here that you must uphold. Besides even if you did not, your leg is still tender. You would never be able to make the distance without pained. Although…" the prince looked up at the elf lord, sorrow etching his face, "I shall miss you terribly and I shall be ever so worried for your safety."

Placing a gentle kiss on the young one's forehead, Elrond tenderly stroked back the blond mane. "And I you, glaurohun, but let us not dwell on such thoughts now and make the most of our time together."

Tenderly pulling Legolas onto his chest, Elrond placed a hand under his chin and guided him into a gentle, yet passionate kiss. The prince found himself responding to the caress of moist lips as he lightly ran his hand over the elf lord’s muscular chest and torso, relishing in the warmth of his body before the elf lord slowly reversed their positions, laying half off the slighter body so Legolas would not feel restrained. Pulling a part from the younger elf and affectionately cupping his cheek, the lore master gazed deep into those shining eyes of his partner. “We cannot be certain how this war will end, penneth, we cannot escape fate. But if I am to die, I would hate my final memories of you to be full of fear and uncertainty under the hand of our enemy. I wish to make love to you, melethron-nin, but unless it is your will I will not continue.”

The elfling half pinned under the elf lord had a look of uncertainty cross his face, a tinge of fear lighting his bright orbs, but despite the horror that chilled his heart, he wanted nothing more than to rejoin his soul with these twoes bes before him. Both elves clearly read the fret that seemed to be battling in the prince’s mind, and in all honesty he could not be blamed for his turmoil. Glorfindel had seen first hand Legolas’ reaction to his predicament at that lake, and again when he nearly faded several days before at merely the memory of what happened as Elrond examined him. And even though it was a foolish thought, the Balrog slayer wanted to make all the bad memories go away and make everything better, even though he doubted that could ever be possible. “Legolas,” he gently crooned. “It was a terrible crime, what those orcs did. Making love is not supposed to be a thing of brutality and domination, It is supposed to be an expression of what we feel for each other. It is to be a thing of love, beauty and tenderness. You know that we are incapable of anything else towards you. Let us erase the fear those creatures bestowed upon you. Let us make love to you. There are more ways than one to consummate our love, we do not have to penetrate if that is what frightens you.”

“But-- but I wish to be as one.” The prince hesitated, and anxiously reached out for Glorfindel’s hand, tugging at him to come closer to them and so the seneschal complied to his innocent command and laid on his side, body aligned against the younger elf’s. “I want to feel our souls joined together again. It’s just that every time I try to forget… I just can’t.”

“And you couldn’t be expected to.” Elrond replied strongly. “Not after everything you’ve endured. But, Legolas, you cannot let your fear control you, lest it destroy you. If you run away from it you will only make things more difficult for yourself in the road ahead. All you can do is face your fear head on, and in the end you will be glad you did so. You will never forget what happened, but you can look past it. I promise you we will stop if you ask us, we will not push you, but sooner or later you must face up to this.” The words the elf lord spoke were true. Never in his life had Elrond spoke unwise words to Legolas and this was no different. It was obvious he wanted this as much as the elf lords, but the nervousness he felt in his gut did not quell.

“Legolas,” the seneschal suddenly murmured, “would you like to take me, tonight?” the elfling snapped his head over to him at the suggestion, surprise now masking his face that the powerful elf lord would even suggest a thing.

“You would let me do that?”

“That seems to surprise you.” He smirked, despite the seriousness of the situation.

“Well… yes. I just never imagined you—”

“What? That I would relinquish control? Legolas, there are no rules amidst the bed chamber. One does not always have to be dominant over the other. Though I admit while I do enjoy being the aggres it it pleases me just the same to be at the mercy of my lover. And if it eases your fears, I will allow you to take control.”

He looked uncertainly at the elf lord, and both Elrond and Glorfindel could have sworn he momentarily pouted. “I won’t hurt you?”

“Believe me, penneth,” Elrond chuckled. “Our past ‘games’ in the bedchamber are far rougher than I believe you capable of.”

“Games?” the elfling questioned curiously. Elrond grinned evilly.

“There are ways to tease him to the point of driving him close to madness.” After a side long glance at the seneschal, Elrond brought his lips down to meet the fair prince’s once again, gently dragging his hands along the supple form beneath him, careful to keep his eyes locked on his in case he were to start in fear. His body remained reverently relaxed beneath him, content with the warm heat and the comfort he felt surround him. Legolas’ own hands began to roam the elf lord’s person, but never straying beyond the towel where it remained tucked around his waist.


Glorfindel groaned as he watched the growing scene before him, already feeling the stirring heat in his groin as he watched his lovers bodies mould into each other as they consummated their love and slowly the seneschal lowered his hand and delicately ran it back and forth just below his navel.

Moving his lips towards the prince’s ear, Elrond gently nipped at it beftakitaking the tip into his mouth and slowly began sucking it before trailing his lips lower and sucked on the lobe before doing likewise to the other ear, raking his fingernails over the hardened buds of the elfling’s toned chest, causing goose bumps to travel up his body and he gasped in pleasure. Moving down, the elf lord then ran his tongue over Legolas' jaw before nipping down his neck and across his collarbone, deliberately rubbing his half erect shaft that was still hidden beneath the towel against the bulge in the youngster's leggings as he moaned in his growing arousal and attempted to buck his hips and rut against Elrond's.

Eager to see more, Glorfindel, amidst his erotic panting, reached over and all but tore the towel away from Elrond's torso, revealing his well muscled buttocks and proudly erect member and the swollen sack in between.

Legolas froze at the sight, his expression a mixed combination of lust tinted with apprehension, and he suddenly stiffened as the seneschal reached for the lacings of his leggings. “Legolas,” Glorfindel whispered against the pointed ear. “Look at me, penneth. It’s alright.” The prince ignored the feeling of his britches being pulled down his legs, instead keeping his gaze firmly locked on Glorfindel’s as he dragged them down. “There, now. That feels better, does it not?”

The elfling glanced across from seneschal to elf lord until he nervously glanced down at his nudity, realizing with embarrassment that his cock stood proudly erect. His eyes were slowly drawn to the pink leaf marring his hip and he unconsciously stroked a hand over it, the only physical reminder of his skirmish with the foul beasts of Morgoth. He sighed with confusion. After all he had suffered how was it possible that his body could react the way it did? The ever knowing lore master must have read his thoughts then, because he was quick to reassure him with a gentle stroke of his cheek. “There is no shame in wanting this, meleth-nin. You are with us now, and your unconscious mind senses us, and that we could not hurt you. Do you wish to stop?” The young elf looked uncertain for a moment, his face taking on blank look as if to mentally consider the option, but his head finally shook in the negative. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” Legolas murmured. Elrond nodded and gently grasped his hand.

“Very well, but if you become frightened at any time, let us know and we shall stop.”

That being all the reassurance the seneschal needed, Glorfindel effortlessly slid his own leggings off before he gently took the elfling into his arms and rolled him on top, fondling his firm arse while nibbling his shoulder. “Take me, Legolas.” He growled. “Ride me.”

The young elf looked momentarily uncertain, this being his first experience taking the dominant roll in bed. His eyes searched around him, pleased to find the healing gel sitting on the end-table by the bed. Scooping up a generous amount in his hand, he thoroughly coated his throbbing rod while positioning a finger at his lover’s tight cavity, but Glorfindel was having none of that and grabbed the lithe wrist before placing a kiss on the upturned palm. “None of that. Take me, now.”

Before the elfling had a chance to object, the dark haired lord leaned over and whispered into his ear with an impish grin; “He likes it rough, Legolas. Ride him like you would a wild stallion.”

The prince’s cock involuntarily twitched at the thought. Not needing any more encouragement, he gently spread the seneschal’s cheeks and pressed his pulsing tip at the hot entrance, and as he gazed into Glorfindel’s loving eyes, he slowly sheathed himself to the very base of his shaft with a guttural moan at this newest of magnificent sensations, revelling in the feeling of being tightly surrounded by velvety heat.

“Yes…” the seneschal moaned in feverish ecstasy, clinching his muscles tightly to feel more of that delicious flesh within. Legolas gasped, and instinctively thrust amidst the beautiful feeling. “You see, Legolas?” Glorfindel grinned. “We can tease Elrond with our own games.”

Fighting to regain a normal breathing pattern, the elfling drew his gaze to the dark haired lord whom was watching them with the utmost lust in his eyes while he slowly stroked himself. And though the seneschal’s words were not meant to be cruel, Legolas could not help but feel guilty for excluding the lore master. Nervousness resurfacing within him, he swallowed down his fear, eager to please the elf lord that meant so much to him. His voice wavered slightly but his features were set with determination. “Take me, Elrond.”

Elrond froze then, chills rising up his spine. He did not plan on involving himself in the other two elves fun, he and Glorfindel could easily do that later when their elfling was sated and sleeping. Despite his knowledge that the prince was well healed now, the reaction he had when he was examined just days before had discouraged him to no end, and Elrond was fearful that it might occur again. “What? Legolas, no.”

“Why? Am I so tainted that you do not wish to touch me in that manner again?” The sorrow in those eyes and the accusation in that voice struck Elrond’s heart hard, and he forced himself to swallow the lump forming in his throat as he reached over and tenderly brushed his fingers against the younger elf’s cheek.

“That is not it at all, and you know it. You are not ready for this yet, and I will not risk losing you just to satisfy my carnal needs.”

“Elrond, I beg of you,” the prince whimpered desperately, tears blurring his eyes. “It is you whom I want to feel inside me. Please, take away the memories of what those accursed creatures did to me, make the pain they caused me go away.”

The ultimate guilt-trip. What choice did Elrond have? If he were to refuse his lover’s plea, he would no doubt be distraught beyond all help. Legolas was already having difficulty dealing with the aftermath, if he were to be rejected by the two elves who cared for him the most, what then? Elrond had no doubt he would surely fade. Looking helplessly at Glorfindel whom only nodded with a smile, he sighed. “Better you than I.” the Balrog slayer murmured, knowing all too well that he could be unintentionally rough in his ministrations.

“Very well, Legolas, I will do as you ask.” Placing a steadying hand on the young elf’s flank, Elrond gingerly coated his fingers in the gel and rubbed them over the puckered aperture before carefully breaching it.

Legolas tensed when he felt the intrusion and buried his head in Glorfindel’s shoulder, trembling slightly. The seneschal was quick in his course of action, gently forcing the prince’s head back up to stare him in the eye. “No, Legolas, look at me. Look at us. Remember where you are and whom you are with. Look.” The young elf stared at Glorfindel for a long moment before his face shifted to Elrond who had frozen in his ministrations.

The elf lord shook his head firmly and moved to retract his fingers. “We are stopping. This isn’t worth losing him over.”

“Stay where you are, Elrond.” Glorfindel ordered, before turning to the youngest of them. “He must conquer this fear.” The seneschal then tightly clinched himself around the elfling’s shaft once more, causing him to gasp in pleasure and Glorfindel grinned then, motioning for the lore master to continue. “Do you feel me, penneth?” he cooed into the prince’s ear as he motioned his body to keep gripping at the prince’s length, causing him to shudder in pleasure. So absorbed in the lovely feeling of heat was he that he barely noticed the fingers within him, carefully scissoring and prodding the flesh. “Do you feel my hot walls surround you? Can you feel your swollen shaft being milked?”

Legolas whimpered in ecstatic delight, and suddenly gasped out loud when Elrond struck his sweet spot. “Ai! Yes… there!” Elrond smirked triumphantly and pulled back his fingers ever so slightly only to have Legolas force back against them, desperto fto feel that lovely feeling again. “Please, more!” The elf lord gladly obliged, brushing the hidden trigger once more before carefully removing his fingers.

The elfling whimpered at the loss and Elrond placed a gentle, steadying hand on his hip while he coated his own member in the gel with more than necessary, but he would not risk harming his little Greenleaf before he shifted his hips and paused at his entrance, leaning down against a flushed ear. “Legolas,” he rasped. “are you ready for me, my love?”

A hint of nervousness returned to the prince’s voice, afraid that he would sound weak to the other elf’s ears, but he nodded. “Aye, I am ready, I only ask that you be gentle.”

“Always.” Elrond murmured before tenderly kissing the young elf’s cheek. He positioned him to thrust. “Legolas, I want you to watch me, melethron.”

The princeling craned his neck so that he gazed into the elf lord’s eyes, and once Elrond had his full attention he slowly pushed inside, pausing half way when Legolas’ brow furrowed in discomfort and he felt him tense. “Shhh, just relax. Relax and I swear to you, you will feel naught but the utmost pleasure, my dear.”

Forcing his body to comply to the elf lord’s words, Legolas swallowed hard and continued to keep his eyes locked with the dark haired elf’s. As the lore master sheathed himself the rest of the way in, the prince arched his back with a sharp moan as Elrond’s prick immediately struck his prostate. The elf lord sighed in both relief and pleasure and had to fight the instinct to begin thrusting, instead allowing the younger elf beneath him to become comfortable with his girth.

“Perfect.” Glorfindel mumbled before pushing his own heat further down on the young elf. “Now, Legolas, I believe I have been patient enough. Move that gorgeous arse of yours and ride me!”

The elfling smiled, and Elrond grinned over him. “Come, Legolas, we shall ride him together, only you will take the reins.”

Legolas laughed and began to rock his hips, Elrond keeping carefully joined to him. Glorfindel groaned at the continual tease, thrusting his hips hard. “You treat me as an innocent maiden!”

“Very well, Glorfindel,” Legolas grinned impishly. “you asked for this.” The young elf began to rock his hips harder, though not enough to cause pain, and the seneschal moaned in delight.

“Yes!” He reached down then and held the younger elf firmly by his buttocks and began pulling him harder against him, while Elrond remained carefully, masterfully rocking into the prince’s own passage.

Legolas panted, the only two sensations that he could register being the tight cavity milking his turgid member, and the swollen rod within him continually striking his prostate gland. He found himself having difficulty supporting himself, the extraordinary feelings engulfing him too much to bear. Cries of pleasure began to fill the room, and after much concentration he realized the cries were his own. Cries that only his lovers, Glorfindel the warrior, and Elrond the elven lord, could ever produce from his lips. Sweat began to bead across his brow and down his body, and he unconsciously moaned for more. He began to have difficulty breathing, his climax quickly approaching, sensing his mates own releases quickly to follow.

With the last of his strength, he reached down and began to stroke Glorfindel’s painfully swollen cock, swiping his thumb over the weeping tip. It was not long before the seneschal arched his back, and he howled out as his hot seed spurted from his tip.

The feeling of Glorfindel’s pulsing passage milking his shaft, along with Elrond’s continuous brushes against his gland was enough to drive him mad, and Legolas could no longer contain himself as he began rapidly thrusting like a wild beast into his lover and suddenly through his head back with cry as he felt his scrotum tighten painfully before they exploded and shot their hot cream through the twitching shaft and emptied within the seneschal, the contracting of his tight muscles enough to drive Elrond to his own release as he audibly groaned above him.

Elrond had to support the younger elf as he nearly collapsed from their exertions, and he gently pulled out of his young lover before laying on Glorfindel’s side whom had his taut body stretched out with one raised knee and arms folded behind his head, and pulled Legolas in between them. For a long while there was no sound in the room, aside from heavy panting.

Sweat running down his forehead, Elrond looked down into the glazed eyes of his young lover. "Legolas? Are you alright, penneth?" but on further inspection, the elf lord realized that the young one was now fast asleep, their love making obviously exhausting him.

Sharing a broad smile with Elrond, Glorfindel reached down and pulled back the covers and before he blew out the candles beside the bed. "Elrond?" Glorfindel mumbled sleepily.

"Hmm?"

"I think Legolas is fine."

Chuckling, Elrond turned onto his side, snuggling more into Legolas' body and reaching across to take Glorfindel's hand in his, his face taking on a deadly serious expression. "Take care tomorrow, Glorfindel, and protect our little Greenleaf as well. If anything should ever happen to either of you I could not bear it. Please..."

"Shh... have no fear, my love. Nothing will happen. We will come back alive and well. I promise."

The elf lord nodded before reaching over and placing a tender kiss on his seneschal's moist lips. "Get some sleep. We have a big day planned in the morrow." Nodding, Glorfindel buried his head in his pillow and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Unconsciously Legolas snuggled his head into Elrond's chest, tightly wrapping an arm around him, causing the elf lord to smile as he brushed the golden mane behind an elegantly pointed ear. It was true, he knew, he could never bear the grief that would come if he lost either of these elves. Kissing the golden head that rested in the crook of his arm, Elrond whispered lightly into his ear. "Be safe, my Greenleaf."


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The next morning the party of elves stood at the palace gates, clad in their riding gear with their weapons readily strapped to their persons. Elladan and Elrohir bore their hunting knives and swords while Haldir, Orophin and Rumil had quivers full of arrows strapped to their backs, bows in hand. Glorfindel's sword was secured to the side of his belt as well as a dagger. Legolas also had a quiver of arrows strapped to his back as well as the bow that Glorfindel had given him which he had recovered after the battle with the orcs, along with the two hunting knives that his father had gifted him on his one-hundredth begotten day.

The small party were mounted on their horses ready to depart while Thranduil, Elrond, Gandalf, Celeborn and Galadriel stood at the front gates wishing their farewells. After giving their regards to each, Elrond quietly approached, looking upon each his sons and lovers, letting his gaze linger on the youngest of the party. "Take care."

Legolas looked sorrowfully at the elven lord, if not for necessary propriety he would have launche himself into those firm arms. "You too."

"I expect all of you to return safely to me."

"Worry not, ," ," replied Elladan, "we shall be well, although we will expect the same promise from you."

"I promise, ion-nin. I will not take unnecessary risks. Please,” he sighed. “take care of each other.”

"We will." promised Glorfindel.

Nodding, the elf lord reluctantly stepped back beside Thranduil whom bowed his head to the group of elves. "Namarie. Safe journey.”

With those last words spoken, the group of elves spurred their mounts into the forest, Elladan leading the way, closely followed by his brother and the others, Glorfindel at the rear just behind Legolas. Looking back, the seneschal locked eyes with his lover in silent promise, his dark blue orbs saying all that needed to be spoken and with a last look, the small party disappeared into the forest.

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hen-nin: my child
ion-nin: my son
ada/adar: father
mae-govannen: well met
mellon-nin: my friend
muindor-tithen: little brother
penneth: young one
cunneth: princeling
meleth-nin: my love
melethron: beloved
namarie: farewell
glaurohun: golden heart

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Yeah, I put Haldir and his brothers in this. Why, you ask? Because I wanted to. I hope your hormones are all sated.

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