Meleth-nin

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~farspeech~ (used by Elladan and Elrohir)


Chapter twenty-eight

Aragorn didn’t have a chance to reply before he had a lapful of a very pregnant and very willing Elf. Legolas claimed his lips again and this time Aragorn’s tongue joined the Prince’s. Legolas moaned into the kiss and the sound set Aragorn’s loins aflame. He tangled his fingers in his Elf’s blonde hair and cradled his head, pressing their lips together even further. He then pulled back a bit, fastening his gaze at the flushed face of the blonde haired beauty.

“Are you certain this is what you want? I am not sure if I can stop this time so please, if you’re uncertain, tell me now”, he said soberly, his breathing quick and shallow. His leggings had tightened considerably and he was very well aware of the pulsing heat that throbbed between his legs. If Legolas denies me now I don’t know what I will do, he thought.

Legolas gave a seductive smile as an answer. "Aye, this is what I want. Make love to me, Aragorn."

He had made up his mind; he would not let his fears come between him and his mate. In his heart of hearts he knew that Aragorn’s love for him was steadfast and strong and that the Man did not care if he had gained a few extra pounds during the pregnancy. Legolas had never been vain in any standard but it still bothered him that his sleek waist had turned into a round and large belly. It warmed his heart, however, to see how lovingly Aragorn touched and stroked his stomach and this convinced him that the only one who had problems with his changing body was himself, not his loving mate.

The words went straight to his husband's groin and the Man growled deeply in his throat in response. The Elf indeed had the ability to bring out the animal in him if he so wished and it seemed that he wished it now. Finally Legolas was going to be his; not only in mind and spirit but also in body. A wicked smile formed on his lips and he took a firm grip of the Prince’s long hair, pulling the Elf down on the bed. “You crave being possessed, don’t you? You naughty little Elf”, he murmured huskily. “I am going to make you scream my name and beg me to let you come.”

Legolas blushed and replied breathlessly, “Let us get down to business, then. I would not wait any longer; I burn for you, melethron.”

“Not as much as I burn for you, Elf. You have no idea how long I have waited to bury myself in you and fill you with my seed. Too long have I been parted from you and been denied the pleasures only your body can provide”, the Man said throatily. He knew from past experiences that neither he nor his mate minded naughty talk in bed, and sometimes they played a little rough, as well. However, it wasn’t always Aragorn who was in command and Legolas who was submissive; sometimes it was the King who ended up tied up on the bed, his husband riding the Man’s rigid shaft at his own slow pace, ‘punishing’ his mate if he tried to quicken the pace by thrusting upward.

Aragorn was aware that Legolas’ pregnancy set some boundaries to their lovemaking and he accepted it; but surely there was no harm in engaging in bedroom activities, even rough ones, as long as there wasn’t a careless penetration. He intended to make love to Legolas properly, but he wanted and needed it to be gentle, not only for the baby’s sake but also for his husband’s. He hasn’t been penetrated in a very long time; I need to prepare him well before I can take him the way I wish.

Legolas glanced at him coyly, beneath lowered lashes. “Take me then, use me as you please, my Lord. I am yours”, he whispered and settled on his back on the fluffy pillows. His tunic was open and revealed the smooth skin beneath as well as the roundness of his stomach. As his husband watched, Legolas slowly and sensually brought his hands to his nipples and gently tweaked them, gasping at the sensation. From the intensity of Aragorn’s gaze he knew that the Man was very close to losing his control and taking what was his. The Elf also knew that he wouldn’t mind it in the slightest if his mate decided to claim him now and play with him later. Gods, how much he wanted the King! He had not been lying earlier when he told Aragorn that he burned for him. He needed his husband to touch him, to take him, to reclaim him as his.

“That’s right, touch yourself”, he replied, taking in the glowing skin, the silken lips that were parted and moistened by Legolas’ pink tongue and the fire that burned in his Elf’s azure eyes. “Let me see how you find your pleasure.”

Legolas smiled slowly, well aware of the sexual power he currently held over his mate and enjoying it. Seemingly it was Aragorn who was giving orders but in reality it was Legolas who set the pace. Silently he was grateful to the Man that he let him be on control this time; he wasn’t past his insecurities yet and needed the boost to his ego. It pleased him greatly to know that Aragorn desired him; also it made him feel desirable when he saw how intense the Man’s gaze was as he watched the Elf touch himself, play with his body. They had barely touched each other and already the Elf was ready to climax. He resisted the urge to wrap his slender fingers around his pulsing Elfhood but let his hands slide downward and pass the straining rod. His other palm cupped his balls as the other came back up and stroked his swollen belly lazily.

“This feels so good; it makes me ache for your hands, melethron”, he murmured, keeping his eyes fastened on his husband’s handsome face. “I beg of you; join me and make me yours. I need to feel that I belong to you; that I am only yours to touch.”

The Man knelt on the bed and took a handful of Legolas’ hair, pulling him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a heated duel and slowly Aragorn gained the dominance he craved. He pushed the Prince away and spoke in a low voice. “Get up, take off your clothes and then return to bed. I want to see what I am getting.” The gentle smile on his lips belied the harsh sounding words and Legolas didn’t hesitate in complying.

Slowly he got rid of his clothing, his tunic and his drawstring leggings. His Elfhood jutted proudly from his crotch, above his tightly drawn sac. Legolas’ balls were hairless as was the rest of his body, and smooth to the touch. Aragorn longed to reacquaint his tongue with them, suck them in his mouth one at the time and roll them on his tongue. He knew the sound Legolas would make if treated in such a manner; he would hiss at first, then moan and at last he would whimper helplessly, before shooting his load.

“I have seen enough; come here, lirimaer. I need to tame you to my hand.” The King’s words came in a hoarse voice. When Legolas was close enough Aragorn pulled him into his arms, taking his lips in an ardent kiss. It felt like he could never get enough of his husband. All he wanted was right here. His husband and his child. The King’s grey eyes met the Prince’s blue ones. “Im mela lle.” The confession was made in a quiet whisper, but Legolas heard in nonetheless, thanks to his sharp Elven ears. He bit back a smile and nuzzled the Man’s bearded cheek with his smooth one.

“Silly Human, this is not the right moment to get sentimental”, the Elf said mischievously. “I thought you were going to have your wicked way with me.”

Something flashed in the Man’s eyes and he rolled his mate on his back before he could say another word. Aragorn loomed over Legolas’ panting body and grinned predatorily. “Pretty Elf, you’re just asking for trouble with that mouth of yours. Do you not think that it would be in better use in entirely different activities?”

A sudden twinge of almost violent desire surged through the Elf at those words. They could mean only one thing; Aragorn was going to let him taste his Manhood. His mouth watered at the thought; the Man’s cock was long, thick and heavy, and the taste was earthy and simply Aragorn-like. It was one of his favourite bedroom activities, giving pleasure to his husband with his mouth. He licked his lips in enthusiastic anticipation, readying himself to accept the large shaft. The Man looked pleased at his response as he unlaced his breeches and freed his straining erection. Legolas reached for it with his right hand but Aragorn stopped him. The Elf settled back on the bed and looked at him impatiently.

“Not yet, lover. Have patience.” The King’s voice was amused.

“I am patient, I am an Elf, after all”, the Prince responded, his eyes never leaving the large member of his husband. “But even I have limits, and you are quickly exceeding them. Have mercy on me, melethron.”

As an answer Aragorn guided his erection toward Legolas’ mouth and stopped when it touched the Elf’s lips. “Lick it; I need to feel your tongue on me”, he murmured huskily. Legolas parted his lips and introduced his tongue to the swollen head of Aragorn’s member, his warm breath and soft touch sending shivers down the Man’s spine. He resisted the sudden urge to grab Legolas’ head and force his cock down his throat. He had no intention of guiding the Elf or telling him what to do; he knew that Legolas was a master with his tongue and didn’t need any guidance.

He sighed deeply when he felt the soft lips wrap around the head, the slick tongue doing its magic. Aragorn opened his eyes - when did I close them? he briefly wondered – and looked down at his beautiful mate. Their eyes met. ‘Giving you pleasure gives me pleasure’, Legolas’ eyes said. ‘I am giving myself to you, trusting myself into your loving care’, said Aragorn’s.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Meanwhile elsewhere in the Last Homely House


Elladan and Elrohir exited their living quarters, hand in hand, and were met by a servant in the corridor. “Lords Elladan and Elrohir, you are needed at the courtyard immediately”, she panted. It was obvious that she had run all the way. “I cannot find Lord Elrond or even Lords Glorfindel or Erestor. Please, come quickly!”

The twins glanced at each other. ~What do you think it is?~

~I have no idea, but judging by her anxiety it has to be something important.~

Elladan looked at the flushed maid and nodded. “Fine, we will come. But pray tell, why are we needed? Has something bad happened?”

“No, my Lord, everything is fine”, the maid answered, looking from Elladan to Elrohir, not knowing which Elf was which. “A party of Mirkwood Elves has arrived, and King Thranduil is with them!”

“What?” Elladan and Elrohir said in unison, their expressions identical. “Where is Adar, we need to find him”, Elrohir said, turning to look at his brother. “There is no way you and I are going to deal with the King of Mirkwood alone!”

“There is no time, someone has to come and greet them right now”, the maid said anxiously. “’Tis bad enough that they were received by servants, and it certainly will not make things better if they are left on the courtyard waiting for us to find Lord Elrond.”

“They come unannounced”, Elrohir said flippantly. “What can they expect? King Thranduil has not visited our realm in centuries; it is not like we knew he was coming.”

Elladan punched his arm. “That doesn’t matter and you know it. Let us go at once. The last thing we need is a diplomatic conflict; Elbereth knows how much King Thranduil already despises us and everything we represent.”

“A loving family and close relationships between father and sons?” Elrohir asked wryly, arching an eyebrow. It was no secret to neither him nor his twin that Legolas’ family wasn’t a loving one, whereas the Peredhel family extended its warmth and care to also those who were not related to them by blood. That was one of the reasons why Legolas had spent so much time in Imladris when he was younger.

Before Elladan could say anything to that the maid spoke once again. “Lords, please! You need to go there now.”

They were met at the courtyard by a stony face of the Elven King. “Finally”, he spat. “I did not have high expectations regarding your manners, but I have to say that they seem have gotten even worse since I last visited. Where is your father? I do not wish to deal with little Princelings.”

Elrohir seethed. Luckily it was Elladan who regained his speech before his brother. “Well met, King Thranduil”, he replied, struggling to keep hostility out of his voice. Normally the older twin was well-natured and hard to provoke, but the unveiled venom in the King’s words made him see red. “We are sorry that you were not properly greeted the moment you arrived; we were not aware that you were coming.”

King Thranduil waved his hand dismissively. “Cease your useless talk, Peredhel. I am not here to make merry with you; I am here for my son. I have received word that he dwells here and I have come to take him home with me.”

“Legolas indeed lives here. He arrived with our father three months ago and has stayed with us ever since”, Elladan said steadily. ~Don’t say anything, ‘Ro,~ he warned his brother. ~Let me handle this.~

“What I would like to know is why did not any of you see it important to inform me of Legolas’ condition?” The King demanded. “I am his father, his kin. What are you? His well-being is no concern of yours; you should not have tried to keep it a secret that he is here.” His tone was icy.

“It was Legolas’ wish”, Elrohir said heatedly; he couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “At least here he is surrounded by people who love him and care for him. What would he have in Mirkwood? Your disapproval and your scorn. No wonder that Legolas chose to live with us and not inform you of his whereabouts. And to answer your question; he is a part of our family. We love him like a brother.”

King Thranduil’s gaze hardened and he took a threatening step toward the Peredhel twins. “You should know better than talk back at me, Peredhel”, he spat. “I cannot believe that I once thought that it would be a good thing if my son and one of Elrond’s married. You have no manners and no respect for other people. Too bad that my son is a fool and fell for a Human. A Human! I was not surprised when I learned that Legolas and that Man who calls himself a King had parted ways. My son may be a foolish young Elf, but he deserves much better than that. Now, where is he? I am taking him with me.”

“That is for Legolas to decide”, Elladan said calmly and wound his arm around his brother’s waist. “You probably have not heard it yet, but Estel and Legolas have got back together. I do not think Legolas is willing to return to your Kingdom with you. Actually, he is more than likely to tell you to go back to from whence you came.” The King didn’t even try and be polite, so why should they bother? I wish Adar was here, he would know what to say to appease King Thranduil, he thought.

“Your lack of manners is astonishing”, Thranduil said and looked at them with apparent disgust. “But what can one expect from a Peredhel?” His gaze fell to Elladan’s left hand and spied a matching ring in Elrohir’s finger. “I had not heard that sons of Elrond have found mates”, he observed with a wry smile. “I am surprised that someone is willing to marry into this family. Or foolish enough to do such deed.”

Elrohir’s answering smile was acid. “Thank you for your kind words. May I introduce my mate to you, King Thranduil. Meet Elladan, my bonded mate. Elladan, you of course know King Thranduil of the Woodland realm.”

The shocked expression on the King’s face gave him some satisfaction.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Back in Aragorn and Legolas’ bedchamber


“Give it to me already”, Legolas demanded breathily. “Ai Estel, I will surely perish if I don’t have your cock in me now.”

The Man could never deny his Elf anything and this time was no exception. “As you wish, lover”, he whispered into a delicately pointed ear and removed his three fingers from his mate’s tight opening, deciding that it was oiled and stretched well enough. “If you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell me. I don’t want to endanger our baby”, he murmured and Legolas nodded.

“I promise. Now let me have you”, he said and turned his head to kiss Aragorn’s lips. “I am ready for you.”

They were lying on the bed, spooned. This was one of the positions Lord Elrond had recommended. It was important not to put any pressure on the belly, and although Legolas’ pregnancy wasn’t a high risk pregnancy, it was still not a good idea to penetrate too deeply but keep it fairly superficial. Keeping this in mind, Aragorn gently lifted his Elf’s left leg, exposing the little opening for him to see. “I love you.”

He oiled his erection liberally and then guided it to Legolas’ entrance. He took a moment to calm himself before he started to apply pressure little by little. Slowly the opening gave in and the head of Aragorn’s member slid in. The Elf gasped aloud at the little burn and tensed in his husband’s arms. Aragorn soothed him with little kisses, murmuring gentle words into his ear. He hooked Legolas’ leg on his arm and wrapped his fingers around Legolas’ Elfhood that had started to soften at the pain. The tight and wet heat squeezed his own member deliciously and he had to make a conscious effort not to thrust any further before Legolas was ready to take it.

The Elf inhaled slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of his mate’s cock inside him. As always, there was pain at first, but he also knew that once he got over it there would be great pleasure for both of them. “You can go further”, he finally said.

The King started thrusting, very slowly and carefully. His left hand stroked Legolas’ member which slowly filled as the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. The Elf gasped audibly when the head of Aragorn’s cock came in contact with his prostate. The Man was just about to repeat the successful thrust when they heard someone open the door to their chambers and barge in. Neither the Man nor the Elf had time to react before the mysterious intruder threw open their bedchamber door and stormed in.

“Ada!” Legolas exclaimed, his blue eyes widening in shocked surprise. Then he blushed when he realised the situation they were in and tried to cover his member with his hands. Normally Elves were not ashamed of nudity, but it was entirely a different matter if your father walked in when you are making love with your partner.

“What is the meaning of this?” Aragorn demanded heatedly, retreating his member from Legolas’ opening and covering them both with a blanket. He refused to feel embarrassed about what they were doing. “This is our private bedchamber. You have no right to walk in without knocking”, he said grimly, eyeing his husband’s father. “Now, would you kindly leave? If you wish to speak with us you can wait for us in the sitting room.”

“Quiet, Human!” King Thranduil thundered, disgusted by the sight that had greeted him; his youngest son in the arms of a Man. “Legolas, get up and pack your bags. We are leaving this cursed place at once. I have been insulted and mocked by those you seem to consider your family and I have been here not full thirty minutes! The sons of Elrond live in sin and from what I have heard, their father approves of it. I will not have you live here a minute longer!”

“Nay”, Legolas said firmly. “My life is with Aragorn. When I left your house all those years ago I decided that I would never return. When it comes to those insults and mockery you mentioned I am certain that you brought them upon yourself. And now, be kind and leave. As Aragorn said, this is our private chamber and you are not welcome.”

“You have left me no choice”, King Thranduil said coldly. “I have brought fifty of our soldiers with me. This is your last chance, Legolas, so choose well. Will you come with me by your own free will or do I have to force you?”


TBC…


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