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Ch.3

Legolas silently gathered his clothes. He did not want to stay there
any longer; he didn't want to be in the same bed with that Elf who
had taken everything he was given and abused it, without any
consideration for the young Prince. He held back the tears that
welled up in his eyes as he dressed. There could be only one fi tim time, and his had been meaningless and painful. `How could I have
been so naïve,' he wondered. He looked in the mirror and lightly
raked through his hair with his fingers, before leaving the room.

On his way back to the guest talan, Legolas passed by the same tree
where he had found Rúmil earlier. He stopped when he found him still
there; having fallen asleep leaned back against the trunk, the wine
bottle lying empty beside him. He kneeled down beside the archer and
gently shook him by the shoulders. "Rúmil, wake up…" After a few
tries the Elf finally opened his eyes, but with difficulty.

"I thought you wanted to stay away from me, whatever happened?" his
speech was slurred.

Legolas looked deep into the Galadhrim's eyes, "You knew… It
happened to you too." Rúmil nodded. "You tried to warn me…" the
Prince continued, "and I didn't listen." A tear escaped his eye.
Before he realized what was happening, Rúmil's lips were pressed
against his. Legolas pushed the guardian away.

"What is it about hat hat you find so repulsive?" The archer's voice
cracked, for he was on the verge of tears. "I would not have hurt
you. Even now I would give myself to you." Again he moved closer,
brushing the backs of his fingers against the Prince's cheek, "Let
me ease your pain. Use my body as he did yours; take your anger out
on me."

Legolas could not resist. Perhaps using Rúmil really would ease his
pain. Judging from the stories he'd heard about the other Elf, he
knew he wouldn't be the first one to do so; he wouldn't feel guilty
afterwards. Suddenly those pouty lips seemed so desirable. Legolas
leaned in to kiss them.

Rúmil's tongue wantonly searched the Prince's mouth, savoring the
sweetness of what he hangednged to taste ever since the first time
they met at the border. Legolas wasted no time before impatiently
undressing the archer. He did not care about arousing his lover; he
just wanted to ride the Elf. Rúmil frowned, but he knew it did not
matter what he wanted. Once undressed, he presented himself to the
Prince on his hands and knees.

With one stroke, Legoburiburied himself inside his lover. He was
surprised at the tightness of the well used body. Ignoring the dull
ache inside him, he began to pound into Rúmil's channel, his
heartache numbed for the moment.

Tears flowed from the Galadhrim's emerald eyes. He knew Legolas did
not care about him, and that he would be discarded like an unwanted
onceonce it was over. His sobs were ignored, and the thrusts became
faster and more forceful. Soon he felt the familiar warmth and
tingling inside him. Legolas withdrew, and the guard collapsed onto
the ground.The Prince retied his leggings. Just as he was about to
leave, Pity's knife stabbed him in the heart; he couldn't just walk
away. He helped the trembling Elf dress and walked him back to him
and his brothers' talan.

"Stay?" Rúmil spoke for the first time since their union, his voice
holding a grain of hope.

"Get some rest," Legolas replied, coldly. Rúmil watched as the
Mirkwood Elf disappeared into the darkness.

Tbc….