The Initiation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,706
Reviews:
20
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Currently Reading:
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Summons
Title: The Initiation
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 3 - Summons
That evening as Legolas was turned away again by his friends they did not even offer him an arrow to shoot.
Rohrien spoke in a somber tone. “Elrond requests a meeting with you. You are to wait where you were last night.”
Legolas’ shock was expressed to nobody as his friends had already turned their backs on him. He hurried to his favorite place, worrying if he had done something to displease the Lord of Rivendell. He remembered the dance and panicked at the thought that maybe he had he done something that displeased Elrond. To earn the disapproval of one he had admired for so long was an unbearable thought.
Elrond was standing in the center of the clearing when saw an apprehensive face appear from behind a tree. The young Elf approached timidly. They always did. The older Elf waited until Legolas stood hesitantly before him.
Elrond looked into Legolas’ eyes. Legolas dropped his gaze and lowered his head. He did not feel worthy to look directly upon such beauty and nobility. The slender hand of the Lord of Rivendell came into his downcast view. The hand was raised until the fingertips brushed against the underside of the younger Elf’s chin like a butterfly landing on the most delicate of flowers. With the faintest of pressure Legolas felt his face being gently lifted to look at Elrond’s once more.
“Legolas,” the older Elf said in a tone that compelled the downcast eyes upwards again. Legolas was powerless to look at anything other than the beautiful starlit eyes beholding him.
The younger elf felt the gaze on him. He saw his own face reflected in those eyes. It seemed as if his image faded as a quality in them deepened. Legolas felt the gaze within him as if his soul were being held by the gentlest of hands. He felt the presence in his heart, his memories, in his very essence.
He felt as if Elrond could see all that he had been, all that he was, and all that he would become. A benevolent smile swept across Elrond’s lips as he whispered.
“Legolas.”
Tears filled the young Elf’s eyes as he felt accepted, like he belonged as the stars belong to the night sky. Never, even among the tallest trees, had he felt such peace.
Legolas opened his mouth to voice the questions he so desperately sought answers to. Elrond placed a finger swiftly to his lips.
“Now is not the time for questions, Legolas. Release your mind. now is the time to experience and feel. Voice not the questions in your mind.”
TBC
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 3 - Summons
That evening as Legolas was turned away again by his friends they did not even offer him an arrow to shoot.
Rohrien spoke in a somber tone. “Elrond requests a meeting with you. You are to wait where you were last night.”
Legolas’ shock was expressed to nobody as his friends had already turned their backs on him. He hurried to his favorite place, worrying if he had done something to displease the Lord of Rivendell. He remembered the dance and panicked at the thought that maybe he had he done something that displeased Elrond. To earn the disapproval of one he had admired for so long was an unbearable thought.
Elrond was standing in the center of the clearing when saw an apprehensive face appear from behind a tree. The young Elf approached timidly. They always did. The older Elf waited until Legolas stood hesitantly before him.
Elrond looked into Legolas’ eyes. Legolas dropped his gaze and lowered his head. He did not feel worthy to look directly upon such beauty and nobility. The slender hand of the Lord of Rivendell came into his downcast view. The hand was raised until the fingertips brushed against the underside of the younger Elf’s chin like a butterfly landing on the most delicate of flowers. With the faintest of pressure Legolas felt his face being gently lifted to look at Elrond’s once more.
“Legolas,” the older Elf said in a tone that compelled the downcast eyes upwards again. Legolas was powerless to look at anything other than the beautiful starlit eyes beholding him.
The younger elf felt the gaze on him. He saw his own face reflected in those eyes. It seemed as if his image faded as a quality in them deepened. Legolas felt the gaze within him as if his soul were being held by the gentlest of hands. He felt the presence in his heart, his memories, in his very essence.
He felt as if Elrond could see all that he had been, all that he was, and all that he would become. A benevolent smile swept across Elrond’s lips as he whispered.
“Legolas.”
Tears filled the young Elf’s eyes as he felt accepted, like he belonged as the stars belong to the night sky. Never, even among the tallest trees, had he felt such peace.
Legolas opened his mouth to voice the questions he so desperately sought answers to. Elrond placed a finger swiftly to his lips.
“Now is not the time for questions, Legolas. Release your mind. now is the time to experience and feel. Voice not the questions in your mind.”
TBC