Feud

Title: Feud
Author: Nárcolindë, robey61@yahoo.com
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Rating: NC17 overall
Warnings: AU, OOC
Disclaimer: I pretend no claim upon the works of JRR Tolkien. This story is intended for enjoyment.

Thanks: to Sarah, whose attention and insight ovesoves the quality of this story.

A/N: to all the loyal readers who have patiently waited: thank-you and my apologies for taking so long! Hopefully, these chapters will make up for it!

Chapter 27: Further Entanglements

The sound of the soft summer shower was smoothly mellow and provided a dreamy, comforting blanket of toneless resonance. There was a quality of constancy to it that damped harsh and jarring noises, drove out fears, and coaxed stillness into the spirit of all beneath the falling water.

The normal nocturnal music of the Greenwood was transformed by the distinctly textured voice of the rain. Over and above the spattering of the droplets on the leaf-and-branch-thatched thicket the quiet shirring as the brook swallowed the drizzling liquid added a soothing drawl to the chorus of the frogs and the harmony of the songbirds. Occasionally a low and rolling rumble of tympanous thunder accented the more temperate percussion of the light, steady dowsing. The resulting sensation was a thoroughly relaxing and calming caress of nature upon the psyche; the type of fluid cadence that would render the two elves camped in the shelter into an easy state of complacent leisure.

Thus it should have been, yet the consequent mood was radically opposed to such peaceful serenity.

Erestor sat propped against the woven wall nearest the stream where its gurgling voice was loudest and his distance from Legolas greatest. As the clarity of lighlight decreased, at last giving way to storm burdened darkness, he had hoped for relief from the visual stimulus of the pale and naked flesh of the cross-legged elf.

Legolas had few comforts, but apparently enjoyed the glow of lamplight and had a small oil-filled lantern in the haven, which he lit and hung upon a natural hook formed by the nub of a broken stem at the ceiling. The small silver lamp dispensed ample luster within the snug encle ane and its light seemed drawn to coalesce about him, combining with his natural glow. The single flame flickered and flitted about in the draft as if it, too, was moved to excitement in his presence.

{Eru's arse! This is the most tantalizingly ridiculous situation I have ever been in!} The Noldo complained internally as his eyes traveled again down to the hollow between the feral elf's folded knees where his relaxed genitals lay draped against the soft golden pubic curls. {I should like very to to arouse that lovely organ to fullness and tease it mercilessly until he is frenzied with desire! I should like to hear him beg for my touch and plead for release!}

A slight movement edged in bright sheen drew his eyes to the small and lethal blade under the Wood Elf's hand. Erestor transferred his gaze back to the elegant countenance and found Legolas' amused expression upon him. The wild archer's bright blue eyes shimmered in pleased self-satisfaction as he fought the laughter threatening to burst free from lips bent into a droll and merrily impudent smirk.

Erestor scowled and quickly looked away, but not before once more taking in the firmly muscled chest set with identical gems in garnet-hued points of seductive flesh that beckoned for the attentions of his tongue and teeth.

In an attempt to distract himself from the maddening proximity of the unclothed elf, the seneschal tried to concentrate fully on the cloudburst cloaked sounds in the hallowed glen. He forced himself to count the seconds between thunderclaps and bright sheets of lightening, to identify the various species of frogs at the streamside by their songs, to catalog the birds' calls, and even estimated the weight of the individual droplets striking the leafy roof based upon the quality of the sound each contact emitted. It was not a very successful venture, for his eyes were persistently drawn back to make their perpetual scrutof hof his companion: groin to chest to dagger to eyes.

Legolas merely sat contentedly crunching the crisp apples he had brought along, occasionally stroking the blade with a decidedly seductive touch.

{He eats, and my hunger for him increases apace with every swallow!} Erestor thought and shifted as though to pull back even further, only to meet the obstruction of the gnarled, twisted-stem walls. His actions drew a slight, constrained giggle from the archer, who scooted a degree closer in response to the retreat.

The advisor was beyond resistance to such an assault upon his defenses, never very strong in this area of self-control to begin with. Best motivations aside, he had desired to add an encounter with Legolas to his repertoire of erotic experiences even before he had seen him, and this bit of coquetry was clearly a challenge. He would play Pen-rhovan's game out and see if centuries of practice in the arts of seduction could earn him a change in the status quo.

Careful to conceal his new determination, Erestor resettled himself, relaxing his legs so his knees slipped apart and allowed access to the uncomfortable fullness between them. He grimaced awkwardly for the disgraced prince's benefit.

A delighted shiver gave vent to the gleeful enjoyment Legolas could no longer suppress as he registered the Noldo's escalating discomfort. Noting the increasing distension of his companion's leggings, he wondered how long it would be before Berenaur's hand stole down and tried to ease the tightening pressure. The exiled archer absent-mindedly turned his dagger end over end against the ground, slipping it from blade to hilt silently through his fingers and sending out brief flashes of luminance as the lamplight reflected from the highly polished mithril edge. He watched with heightened anticipation and subconscious craving to see if his naked nearness could drive the seneschal to masturbation.

The rhythmic motion of the weapon made Erestor shudder involuntarily, thinking of the damage he might sustain if he was outmatched in this contention. A surge of fiery adrenaline raced through his body, fueling his desire to a more potent level, and instantly he recognized the connection between his magnified salacity and the very real danger his situation embodied. Another ripple of delicious yearning traveled down to his cock as he tried to imagine what his orgasm would be like this night.

It was suddenly clear that this sensation could be pushed even further by the threat of pain, and he began to understand how Legolas might have been trained to seek pleasure thus. Erestor surreptitiously scanned his antagonist and perceived the early indications of arousal: dilation of his pupils, the slowly rising rosiness in the ears, an oh-so-slight increase in suspiration through the fractionally opened mouth, and the first slight stirring in his quickening penis.

{He is completely attuned to my responses!} The Noldo noted silently. {Power is his aphrodisiac and control drives his libido! I wonder if he is even aware of his own desire?}

The Imladrian mused upon this essential element to Legolas' nature: he coveted the excitement of being the cause for his partners' total surrender of all restraint, initiating their release with his latent sensuality and extravagant attentions. The fact that his attempts at control resulted in submitting his body to anguished acquisition was a prime example of the contradictions that defined his character. Now that the advisor understood the emotional firestorm loosed in his adversary, he felt confident of success. It would not be the first time the seneschal had allowed his chosen quarry to be undermined by their need to feel the thrill of ascendancy during a sexual encounter.

The titillated advisor's fingers slipped down and tugged against damp and clinging leggings, pulling at the crotch in an attempt to adjust the material to a more comfortable orientation.

Legolas drew a sharp breath, held it a second, and when he exhaled found that his heart was beating a bit faster while corresponding warmth flooded his body. He lifted his eyes and found Berenaur intently peering at him with an expression both troubled and conflicted. The elder eldar was openly attracted yet also presented a deep sense of worry shaded in fear as his glance retraced its path over the wild elf's erotic form and rested on the shining weapon.

The recognition of the seneschal's apprehension spurred another increase in Legolas' pulse rate, and the heat suffusing his flesh became a concentrated burning growing between his thighs as his cock rapidly hardened in response. He sucked in and retained an audible lung-full of the cool rain-sweetened air as Berenaur slowly untied his leggings and slipped a hand inside to languidly caress the organ hidden beneath the confining fabric.

With practiced drama Erestor withdrew his stiffened penis and Legolas released a lengthy, whispery, breathy "Ohhhh" as his own rigid shaft saluted in anticipatory eagerness.

Erestor watched, dazzled and excited, as Legolas shifted around onto his knees, uncrossing and spreading his thighs as he tucked his heels up under his buttocks to display his overt arousal. A slow smile unfurling over his puckered scowl, the seneschal wrapped his hand around his own cock and began an unhurried, rhythmic stroking that seemed to mesmerize the fallen archer.

Legolas' fingers tightened their grip upon the dagger until his digits were colorless in their effort. His eyes followed the lazy stimulation the Noldo gave the swelled and glistening organ protruding from his opened garment. He saw that the advisor was also shorn of foreskin, the bulbous head beckoning to be tasted, and ran his soft pink tongue over dry lips.

Erestor caught his breath; Legolas was practically salivating. The Imladrian's engorged penis was richly colored and darkly sanguine as he coaxed an obscenely large drop of creamy dew from the tip, catching it with the blunt heel of his thumb, smearing the unctuous substance over and around the prominent rim before it could slide down the length of his shaft unhindered.

A thrilled exclamation escaped the feral elf's open mouth and Legolas grasped his equally incarnadine and seeping extremity, holding the slender organ out from his body, and began a steady self-stimulation in accord with the Noldo's rhythm.

A sudden brilliant flash caught his attention, halting his fist in mid-pulse as his eyes lit upon the mithril weapon casting forth lamplight. With perfect clarity the images and sensations of all he had endured the last time the dagger had played its part in such a contest illuminated his mind. The similarity between this event and his experience during the chastisement shocked his senses and he released a disgusted shout, throwing the dirk away into the entwining stems of the shelter's walls.

Now it was Legolas who sought to put as much distance between the two of them as possible and would have fled save that the Imladrian was barring the exit. With a demoralized groan he turned his bare back to the seneschal and wrapped both arms around his body, drawing up his knees to make himself as compactly closed to view and touch as possible. To his dismay, he realized his erection was not abating, and he was trembling with a needy desire that made his viscera constrict in protest.

It was unthinkable that he had sought to recreate that horrific episode. And how was it he had cast himself in the role of provocateur? Could he be so corrupted that he needed the element of danger to become excited?

"No!" The archer did not even realize he voiced this shouted denial.

There was something degenerate in even the idea of arousing Berenaur under knifepoint, inciting him to pleasure himself while Legolas watched. With an inner writhing of repudiation, he recognized the same exhilaration he had known in bringing Ailinyéro to climax. Yes, and it was not just that; it was the glimpse of the fear and discomfort in the other's gaze that had initially stirred his lust. Legolas dismally ground his teeth against this truth; he felt he had become what he despised most.

This dramatic metamorphosis from lusty languishing to forlorn withdrawal perplexed and alarmed Erestor. He had been so pleased to see Legolas begin reciprocating his lascivious appetite, and now he knew not what to think. He could not understand what he had done to cause the abrupt transformation, nor what he should do to correct the situation and return it to its former path. The archer was profoundly distressed, and he feared to make matters worse by inadvertently taking the wrong reparative action. With grim stoicism the seneschal eased his resisting member back into his clothes and adjusted the ties loosely before cautiously inching forward toward his companion.

"Leg? W? What is it? Have I done something more to upset you? I did not mean it, truly!" he began in the gentlest voice he could produce. In reply the golden mane shook violently and briefly as the wild elf signaled his negation.

Erestor frowned. His instinct told him to reach out but his experience with Legolas warned against the possibility of a resultant assault on his person should Pen-rhovan misread his intent. He glanced over toward the discarded dagger to judge whether Legolas could reach and use it. The weapon seemed beyond easy retrieval, yet he hesitated.

{Something about that blade triggered this, and I know next to nothing of his past to unravel the knot,} his intuition warned.

Little experience had he with the sort of anguish which ruled Legolas' life, but the sound of a choked-back wail won him to instinct's side as he realized the fallen prince was weeping while trying hard to conceal it. The Noldo extended his arm, allowing his fingertips to smooth a short path across the marked shoulders as he tried to turn Legolas to him. The feral elf flinched away from the contact.

"Please, Legolas, tell me what is wrong. I swear I will not touch you in any improper way! I only sought to share pleasure with you; never again will I force my desires upon you!" This entreaty yielded an even more sorrowful sough from the grieving elf and as it faded from the shelter's close air all attempts to conceal the tears and swallowed hiccups became abruptly obsolete.

For Legolas froze completely still and soundless, even his jarring shudders ceased.

Erestor observed with dread as Legolas suddenly slumped over and curled up on his side on the soft mossy floor; the quiet remaining in the absence of his subdued and plaintive crying was more terrible to accept in its unknown significance. Legolas lay with eyes sealed so tightly shut that they were merely grooves against the contours of his face. He remained thus until Erestor, overcome with concern, reached over and shook him roughly.

"Legolas! You must believe me; there is nothing to fear from me!" the Noldo almost shouted so great was his agitation, and the action brought results for the archer opened his repentant and tear-bright orbs upon his guest.

"No! I am the one at fault; I should beg pardon of you!" the low, clear words fell like glassy shards, sharp and jagged, from the supple lips. And then the guilty gaze wavered and fell as the last of the salty droplets brimmed, flowing after their forerunners down his dampened cheeks.

The Noldo slid closer, gently gripped the outcast's rigidly protecting arm, and jostled him lightly. Legolas was unresponsive, neither resisting nor assisting the attempt to rally him, and so Erestor took matters further. He dragged Legolas into the center of the shelter where the space was ample and wordlessly laid down beside him, curling himself protectively around his back, encircling him with his arms, and throwing a leg over his knees to hold him tight. He pressed his lips against the silken shoulder and softly shushed into the elegant crimson tipped ear near his lips.

"You speak of the dagger?" he half-whispered and the mop of ropy strands jd upd up and down for an instant in agreement. "I know you would not use the knife unless you felt yourself in peril. Indeed, I felt this was all a charade of sorts." Erestor pleadingly murmured this outright lie, for he had really worried whether the feral elf might be driven by his extreme experiences to wield the weapon against him.

With acute awareness of the body pressed so close, Legolas held himself stiff and unmoving as he attempted to regain control of his emotions and his scandalous carnal craving. He despised the fact that he welcomed the sensation of the Noldo's leggings, burgeoning with the full erection, hot against his rear. He was mortified for relishing the strength of the arms surrounding him and the warmth in the hands lightly rubbing across his crossed limbs. He was terribly ashamed to have smbedmbed to such a revolting sexual game and hated himself for enjoying it. It occurred to him that such depravity warranted punishment.

A brief image of the bloodstained scourge flashed through his mind accompanied by the simultaneous realization that it was here, in the glade, concealed in his quiver.

Legolas shook in revulsion and screwed up his eyes to ward away the vision and its inherent impressions of humiliating torment. {Even worse,} he thought, {Berenaur believes himself the cause of my grotesque display.}

More terribly unbearable still, an edgy strain of dread audibly tinged the Noldo's words and raised the fallen archer's debased urge higher.

But there was no denying the comfort in the contact between them. Legolas found he did not want to end it, and feared he had lost the ability to moderate his desires. With another small shiver he pressed closer into the seneschal's encircling embrace. He longed to start over from the moment they had entered the sanctuary and erase the unsavory motives for his lascivious hunger.

Powerless to decipher the wordless signals from the suffering elf's innermost consciousness, Erestor sighed in his frustration and growing sense of ineptitude.

"Nay, Pen-rhovan, you are not at fault. From long before arriving here I have sought a means to have you; your response is nothing to feel guilty over for I have avidly worked to bring it about," Erestor consoled. It was not the best rationale but he hoped it would distract the distraught elf from his woes, even if it meant inciting the archer's anger yet again. The seneschal honestly did not feel he was prepared to hear the true story behind Legolas' collapse and hoped he would choose not to explain.

Gratefully Legolas accepted tatteattempt to deflect embarrassment over the breakdown, for he could not bear to give the details of his sentence and have this Noldo know his shame and degradation. In less compromising circumstances he might have been angered by the revelation that he was a predetermined sexual target for both the healer and his advisor. His current state of inflamed lechery, however, lent this concept a thrilling edge that quickly compounded his urgent yearning.

{Perhaps, if we both are willing to pretend the outburst never happened, then it can be as though the tainted dagger never entered the enchanted glade,} he thought. The solid erection in caudal proximity, as persistently dense as his own, was certainly evidence that the seneschal did not wish their encounter to end, either.

Gradually Legolas' tension eased and his quiet stillness became less ominous while he listened to the calming syllables of Berenaur's reassurances whispered against his neck, and the seneschal rejoiced.

The subtle softening of the Wood Elf's posture was a tremendous relief, for he had come to fear the exiled warrior would give in to his terrible sorrow and simply withdraw into oblivion. Whatever this wound in his soul was, its severity was greater than Elrond's assessment had allowed, and Legolas' encounters with the Elf Lord and his advisor had managed to tear at the injury. While Erestor could not fully appreciate how the night's events had enhanced the damage, he understood it was all related to Legolas' unsatisfied lubricity. With the archer behaving more normally, Erestor hoped he would heed his cajoling coaxing, and relent to his seduction.

"Legolas, hearken to me. I know I have not treated you well since meeting you; this I wish to remedy. I would share pleasure with you, for you have known it too seldom and I am far from my bonded lovers," the seneschal accented his words with a slight push of his hips, insinuating his restrained cock tightly against the cleft of the compactly inviting arse.

Feeling the pressure of the Noldo's member so near his opening, Legolas' jolted out a startled gasp.

"You need it; you need my cock to fill you," Erestor's voice slipped into ripe and throaty tones as he continued to rub his covered, rigid length over the firm, naked muscles.

It was scarcely believable; he was completely wrapped around the slender frame, every part of him connected to the glorious nudity of the delectable elf, luxuriating in the sensation of his bare chest flush upon Legolas' complete nakedness. They were so close he could feel the wild elf's heart thumping hard as tremors ran like sinuous shoals across his skin. Legolas' body felt of suppressed power and overt vulnerability, a bizarre juxtaposition. Erestor inhaled the distinct marriage of the steamy, redolent forest and Legolas' musky pheromones. A headier and more intoxicatingly evocative aroma the Imladrian had never known before.

"I can see your ardent desire and the scent of your seed is already evident," he whispered and reached down to trace his fingers over Legolas' jutting shaft. The soft desperation of the sound this wrung from the wild elf was sordidly luscious.

The seneschal watched, enchanted, as the archer's penis seemed to follow his fingers, twitching in response to the ended erotic caress, and the pointed pink tip peeked out just beyond the foreskin's protection.

"Do we not both deserve this expression of our bodies and the comfort of an understanding soul to help us bear the burden of loneliness?" he asked and sucked in the tapered ear exposed for his delight. Legolas' entire body shimmied under the contact and he emitted a wavering sigh as Erestor added his own lusty grunt to their duet.

"I realize it is not the same, for I can leave here and return to them whenever I wish," he continued breathlessly between lengthy licks around the outer edge of the sensitized cartilage while superimposing his fist over Legolas' ruddy organ and squeezing gently.

"Berenaur!" the breathy whisper of the assumed name accompanied a healthy thrust of the fallen archer's hips and the Noldo exulted.

"Yet, I do not live in Lorien, where my loves reside, and too few are the opportunities I have to share passion with them. And the giver of that auburn token you wear about your ankle is not here, Legolas. Still, you need not endure this cruel sentence alone."

Legolas tensed up at this reference to his bitter heartache, but the hurt quickly dissolved under the intensity of the sensation created by Berenaur skillfully pumping his burning member in time to the persistent friction of the leather leggings as the Noldo's cock pushed against his rear.

"Mayhap for a short time we can both forget the pain of these separations and feel only the fire of our joining. Legolas, I want you and I can see you appreciate my attentions. What say you; shall we enjoy one another?" Erestor finished his whispered pleas with what was a foregone conclusion, for they were already reveling in the vital experience.

Legolas shifted, unfurling his rigidly contracted muscles and dropping his arms away from their protective envelopment around his chest. He was reassured by the seneschal's open and candid assessment of their mutual concupiscence. This attitude removed the burden of guilt from his desire and legitimized his needs. There was nothing to conceal for the worst of his nature had already been revealed and still the Noldo did not reject him. Instead, Berenaur had declared the very sentiments Legolas had felt for the healer and had hoped would be returned by him. Now the elf he had thought to be a sexual predator offered the comfort denied him by his chosen lover.

Legolas reached back over his shoulder to caress the glossy hair and massage the nape of the advisor's neck. He turned his head and sought the marvelously mobile mouth that had been stimulating his throat and ear, and the seneschal willing allowed his tongue access, sucking it in and eliciting a smothered peal of ecstasy in return.

As soon as the pectorals were uncovered Erestor's fingers found the tender ruby skin of a nipple and resolutely teased it, circling it in muted movement before gently pulling up on the hardening tit and then repeating the motions. Legolas' long low-pitched sigh of pleasure was released into Erestor's lungs and the seneschal smiled to receive it, breaking the kiss to watch the archer's ardent response to this fondling. Rolling slightly back, Erestor turned Legolas half over with him and gazed down upon the deeply tinted cinnabar nodes riding the cresting motion of the wild elf's rapid respiration.

"You are so soft there, Pen-rhovan, just there around the aureole!" the fingertip made its leisurely circuit and Legolas shuddered. "The only skin softer is here," he whispered as his other hand wormed its way under Legolas' ribs and down to the foreskin, gently pushing it back from the eagerly protruding penis.

Legolas' reaction was gratifying to see. He bent back against the older elf, pressing into the tickling touches as he tried to induce more substantial contact, panting heavily through lips minimally apart, eyes shut tight under wrinkled brow.

Erestor withdrew his fingers and a quietly disappointed wail followed as the eyelids flashed open and lust-hazed eyes locked with his own.

"Please!" Legolas sighed his entreaty across the miniscule space between their lips.

The Noldo claimed the accommodating orifice, sliding his tongue into the deepest recesses, thrusting into the back of the throat to gauge how the wild one might treat a larger intrusion. Erestor was delighted to feel the Wood Elf draw the slippery, eloquent muscle far down into his mouth, and his heart surged in anticipation of realizing his exquisite fantasy soon.

Legolas did not want to end the kiss, for the seneschal met his urgency with a commanding fervor that allowed him to melt into the embrace and simply respond. He was used to concentrating on bringing his partners to dizzying heights of delight and while he enjoyed that it also required a certain level of detachment from his own pleasure. Now he was the one lost, he realized vaguely, spiraling upward as Berenaur skillfully reduced him to solely somatic awareness until there was no energy left for worrying over old hurts or new consequences.

It was exquisite, the feeling of the finger slowly circling his hardened nipples, first one and then the other. When the inevitable pressure on the fully sensitized tips came it was fast and free of any sharpness, and left him hungering for more when the digit returned to its track around the delicate skin at the base of the protruding buds. Each brush against the inflamed teats was accompanied by a swift soft flash of delight dancing through the pinnacle of his penis as the seneschal used the foreskin to massage the throbbing head, slipping it back and forth just once or twice and no more.

The kiss and the stimulation ended together, and Legolas opened disappointed eyes to find the Noldo staring at him with an expression of wonder. Erestor's fingertips soothed across his cheek and the thumb gently traced the curve of his lower lip. Legolas smiled warmly as he darted out a wet lick and extracted a gasp from the seneschal.

He moved, turning Legolas fully on his back. The seneschal braced himself above the slender body and sidled his hips against the archer, half covering his legs and lower body with his own. He lowered himself and took one impetuous nipple into his mouth, lapping his tongue across it as he sealed his lips around it. Legolas moaned, a low and fractious sound, and the Noldo felt fingers stroke his hair and apply light pressure to the back of his head as the feral elf silently asked for more. Erestor moved to the other nipple and another jolt of his subject's muscles attested to the barely restrained passion building in the younger elf.

The sucking stimulation ceased as the seneschal pulled back, and Legolas' fingers trailed away down his shoulders, coming to rest in a light grip upon his forearms. They stared silently at each other, and Erestor was now grateful for the playful light of the silver lamp that let him appreciate the vision of Legolas aroused, his twin erections glistening with saliva, labored breathing enticingly presenting then rescinding the exquisite flesh.

"Why do you stop?"

"What is the hurry?"

Erestor let his gaze travel over the result of his efforts and dipped his lips to savor the little fold of skin at the navel. He felt Legolas' contracted breath and allowed his tongue a short excursion across the rippling abdominals. His hand found its way to the tight sack below the neglected cock and cradled it carefully as Legolas exhaled another desperately lurid murmur of wanton need and tightened his grip on the Noldo's arms. The seneschal stopped again to gape at the golden prize he had finally won and breathed softly across the arcing erection as Legolas pumped his hips up into the empty air.

"Please!" the hoarse rasp was frantic with desire and the archer's hips shifted against the cushioned ground, yet Erestor would not give satisfaction. Legolas reached to provide his burning erection the encasing relief demanded but the Noldo grabbed his hand and refused to allow the contact.

"Allow me to direct the pace of our pleasure, Legolas, and I promise you will not regret the decision. There is not enough time in all eternity to properly savor the gift of this experience we share. Do you not agree?"

"Nay! Too much speech! Let me demonstrate the depth of my dissent," Legolas complained and tugged Berenaur's arms, drawing him back up his body to demand a thoroughly carnal kiss.

The teasingly tantalizing touch of their tongues, tip to tip, was enough to plunge Erestor into unbearably erogenous assent; words were a complete waste of effort in this particular endeavor.

Tbc