The Lovers' Art
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Adult ++
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4
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10
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Chapter2
Title: The Lovers’ Art 2/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Glorfindel/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan, others later
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Legolas takes it upon himself to find a lover for lonely Thranduil. But is Thranduil ready for love? Can he overcome his steadfast belief that true love can only be found with the opposite sex? Meanwhile, Legolas learns that sex can bring as much turmoil as pleasure…
A/N: Anything in single quotations denotes farspeaking, Thoughts are denoted by asterisks.
Chapter 2:
“By the time you receive this letter, I will already be on my way home. I will be bringing guests…”
Thranduil read and reread those two sentences to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. But alas, the letter did say that his son was bringing guests, meaning more that one, back home with him. But who would these guests be? Thranduil assumed that Legolas’ lover would be among them, but who else? Years ago, Legolas would often come home with Elladan and his twin, but unless Legolas and Elrohir had suddenly become friends again, Thranduil knew it would not be so. But even if such was the case, Legolas would have informed him of whom he was bringing home. Something about his son’s secrecy, about his choosing not to disclose the identities of these “guests” made the king believe that Legolas was up to some mischief.
With slender fingers’ the King of Mirkwood rubbed his chin, pondering the matter with growing anxiety. He didn’t like recieving guests. Over the years he had become a recluse, demuring at the company of others’ more and more until the presence of anyone but his sons was unwelcome, and that of anyone outside of his household not tolerated. This was a problem of which he was fully aware, but he felt powerless to change.
When he was younger, Thranduil was just like Legolas—always drawing the crowds with his beguiling smile and witty humor. Slowly, however, the effects of losing his father, and later, his wife, began to take their toll on him. The heart that once drew people like a hearth fire had turned to stone. Old friendships grew increasingly distant until Thranduil finally lost all contact with those he had considered his best friends. Acquaintances who once valued his company now turned their backs on him. And the younger generations who never knew, or were too young to remember the old Thranduil simply feared or even abhored him. And he did not blame them, for he hated himself, too.
Thranduil despised what that he had become. He often remembered the days when he considered loneliness a curse hoped he would never have to endure, the days when he could steal a smile from even the gravest individual with a few words. He told himself that he was still that same Elf, that he could be like that again—yet he knew it was a lie.
Anxiety gave way to anger. Thranduil crushed the letter into a ball in his hand. *How dare he bring someone home without my consent, knowing the severity of my condition?*
Three taps at the open door to his study pulled the king from his thoughts. “What is it?” he snapped.
A frightened maiden holding a silver platter stood stiff as an ice sculpture in the doorway. “My Lord, I am only bringing the tea and cookies you requested.”
“I did not ask for any tea,” Thranduil said, his voice seeping with annoyance.
“…but”
“I said, I do not want the tea… now leave me in peace!”
“Aye, my Lord,” the servant bowed her head then turned and fled the room.
Suddenly, Thranduil remembered that he had, in fact, ordered some tea and honey cookies before reading his sons accursed letter. He called out the young Elleth’s name, but by then she was already to far away to hear him.
Thranduil sighed. *How am I supposed to entertain guests from Rivendell when my own people fear me?*
*
Night fell upon the land like a black veil studded with a million coruscating diamonds. The air smelled of wood and moss. Legolas lay on his back gazing dreamily at the stars, searching for promises of requited love. The bird of night made his presence known from a tree to the north, and each call brought a pang of fear to the prince’s heart.
"'Las, does Glorfindel even know why he's coming?" Elladan broke the silence with his question.
"He does not know about my plans for him and Adar, if that's what you mean..."
"I don't understand you," Elladan said, snuggling up to the blonde.
Legolas sighed as a delicate kiss was placed on the side of his neck. It was unusual for Elladan to want to cuddle after they had already had sex, and he indulged in the moment when it seemed as though all his worries had been in vain. The soft pecks became lustful licks and painful nips of insistent teeth as Elladan rolled on top of the woodland prince.
"Again?" Legolas breathed.
"Do you not wish it?"
Legolas felt himself melt beneath the warmth of his lover's body. "I do," he admitted. "But this time I would take you..."
Elladan paused, gazing down at Legolas. "Nay," he said sternly.
"Why not?" Legolas asked, raising his voice and shoving his Elladan off him as he sat up. "You have not allowed it since our first night toghether!"
"And rightfully so," said Elladan. He appeared to be unaffected by his lover's anger. "Legolas, you are not a very gifted lover, neither with talent nor with size."
The words stung like nettle. "'Twas my first time," said Legolas, in his own defense. "You could teach me to please you-- they say size does not matter."
Elladan paid no heed to Legolas' tears. "That is only a lie told to console those who are not well equiped. And I have no desire to play teacher during sex." He sighed when Legolas' sobs became audible. "Let's put this behind us, melethen."
"Nay!" cried Legolas. "If you will not teach me to bring you pleasure then you should leave me, for I will not allow you to mount me anymore."
"Fine!" Elladan yelled, picking up his discarded clothing.
Legolas watched, his breath shallow as his lover-- his former lover-- dressed and stomped off angrily into the woods. Legolas followed him, at a distance, as he went to his steed. Without a word or even a look back, the dark prince rode off into the night.
Legolas' heart sank to the ground and he followed, unable to cry or even scream.
Tbc...
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Pairing: Glorfindel/Thranduil, Legolas/Elladan, others later
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Legolas takes it upon himself to find a lover for lonely Thranduil. But is Thranduil ready for love? Can he overcome his steadfast belief that true love can only be found with the opposite sex? Meanwhile, Legolas learns that sex can bring as much turmoil as pleasure…
A/N: Anything in single quotations denotes farspeaking, Thoughts are denoted by asterisks.
Chapter 2:
“By the time you receive this letter, I will already be on my way home. I will be bringing guests…”
Thranduil read and reread those two sentences to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. But alas, the letter did say that his son was bringing guests, meaning more that one, back home with him. But who would these guests be? Thranduil assumed that Legolas’ lover would be among them, but who else? Years ago, Legolas would often come home with Elladan and his twin, but unless Legolas and Elrohir had suddenly become friends again, Thranduil knew it would not be so. But even if such was the case, Legolas would have informed him of whom he was bringing home. Something about his son’s secrecy, about his choosing not to disclose the identities of these “guests” made the king believe that Legolas was up to some mischief.
With slender fingers’ the King of Mirkwood rubbed his chin, pondering the matter with growing anxiety. He didn’t like recieving guests. Over the years he had become a recluse, demuring at the company of others’ more and more until the presence of anyone but his sons was unwelcome, and that of anyone outside of his household not tolerated. This was a problem of which he was fully aware, but he felt powerless to change.
When he was younger, Thranduil was just like Legolas—always drawing the crowds with his beguiling smile and witty humor. Slowly, however, the effects of losing his father, and later, his wife, began to take their toll on him. The heart that once drew people like a hearth fire had turned to stone. Old friendships grew increasingly distant until Thranduil finally lost all contact with those he had considered his best friends. Acquaintances who once valued his company now turned their backs on him. And the younger generations who never knew, or were too young to remember the old Thranduil simply feared or even abhored him. And he did not blame them, for he hated himself, too.
Thranduil despised what that he had become. He often remembered the days when he considered loneliness a curse hoped he would never have to endure, the days when he could steal a smile from even the gravest individual with a few words. He told himself that he was still that same Elf, that he could be like that again—yet he knew it was a lie.
Anxiety gave way to anger. Thranduil crushed the letter into a ball in his hand. *How dare he bring someone home without my consent, knowing the severity of my condition?*
Three taps at the open door to his study pulled the king from his thoughts. “What is it?” he snapped.
A frightened maiden holding a silver platter stood stiff as an ice sculpture in the doorway. “My Lord, I am only bringing the tea and cookies you requested.”
“I did not ask for any tea,” Thranduil said, his voice seeping with annoyance.
“…but”
“I said, I do not want the tea… now leave me in peace!”
“Aye, my Lord,” the servant bowed her head then turned and fled the room.
Suddenly, Thranduil remembered that he had, in fact, ordered some tea and honey cookies before reading his sons accursed letter. He called out the young Elleth’s name, but by then she was already to far away to hear him.
Thranduil sighed. *How am I supposed to entertain guests from Rivendell when my own people fear me?*
*
Night fell upon the land like a black veil studded with a million coruscating diamonds. The air smelled of wood and moss. Legolas lay on his back gazing dreamily at the stars, searching for promises of requited love. The bird of night made his presence known from a tree to the north, and each call brought a pang of fear to the prince’s heart.
"'Las, does Glorfindel even know why he's coming?" Elladan broke the silence with his question.
"He does not know about my plans for him and Adar, if that's what you mean..."
"I don't understand you," Elladan said, snuggling up to the blonde.
Legolas sighed as a delicate kiss was placed on the side of his neck. It was unusual for Elladan to want to cuddle after they had already had sex, and he indulged in the moment when it seemed as though all his worries had been in vain. The soft pecks became lustful licks and painful nips of insistent teeth as Elladan rolled on top of the woodland prince.
"Again?" Legolas breathed.
"Do you not wish it?"
Legolas felt himself melt beneath the warmth of his lover's body. "I do," he admitted. "But this time I would take you..."
Elladan paused, gazing down at Legolas. "Nay," he said sternly.
"Why not?" Legolas asked, raising his voice and shoving his Elladan off him as he sat up. "You have not allowed it since our first night toghether!"
"And rightfully so," said Elladan. He appeared to be unaffected by his lover's anger. "Legolas, you are not a very gifted lover, neither with talent nor with size."
The words stung like nettle. "'Twas my first time," said Legolas, in his own defense. "You could teach me to please you-- they say size does not matter."
Elladan paid no heed to Legolas' tears. "That is only a lie told to console those who are not well equiped. And I have no desire to play teacher during sex." He sighed when Legolas' sobs became audible. "Let's put this behind us, melethen."
"Nay!" cried Legolas. "If you will not teach me to bring you pleasure then you should leave me, for I will not allow you to mount me anymore."
"Fine!" Elladan yelled, picking up his discarded clothing.
Legolas watched, his breath shallow as his lover-- his former lover-- dressed and stomped off angrily into the woods. Legolas followed him, at a distance, as he went to his steed. Without a word or even a look back, the dark prince rode off into the night.
Legolas' heart sank to the ground and he followed, unable to cry or even scream.
Tbc...