A Healing Touch

The whole fucking world's against me, guys, I swear to God! Just a few weeks ago, there was a death in my family, one of my great aunt's died of cancer. Now, my grandmother is in the hospital for the same reason. So I apologize for the lack of updates.

Tanesa: Here we are, another chapter. See? I continued.... even though it took me a while. Yes, Elrond and Glorfindel will definitely be around to help Legolas heal.

Ryuujin: lol, actually Legolas has a bit of an argument with dear old Elrond in this one, but don't worry, things will turn out just fine :) Of course, not before a bit more angst first. Happy you liked the last two chapters, and thank you.

Mystkyten: Oh, well a happy belated birthday to you! And you're very welcome. I know I didn't get this chapter done as quick as I had hoped, but at least it's done.

eroby: Hey, you didn't abandon me :D For a while I thought you had. Ah well, now I knoe better. Happy you liked it. Yeah, going back into the memories was actually fun for me, especially the parts that I had never told in earlier chapters.

Mawgy: Ok, I promise I won't tell you. LMAO, yeah, one of those flashbacks, but I actually had fun writing it. You liked it all? Well that's good to hear. Good luck with those essays. See ya.

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For a long moment, there was mere silence as the motionless figure sitting on the rock continued to look out towards the crystalline horizon of the sea. He had heard him, Elrond knew, and at first figured he was deliberately ignoring him, but just as he took a step forward, the sun-kissed elf spoke.

“‘Tis beautiful,” he murmured without removing his gaze from the silver waters. “Is it not, my lord?”

Despite being momentarily taken aback by Legolas’ referral to his title, the loremaster nodded his head as he slowly perched himself beside the solemn prince. “Aye, it is, indeed. Legolas?” he turned to the younger elf, though he did not return his thoughtful gaze. “Why are you here?”

“I have often wondered that myself, lord Elrond. Life is a mystery to me, as it is to most. Often I wonder why I am here, and why life has treated me so cruelly. But then I think perhaps that is my purpose. I exist so others may take pleasure in my torment.”

Elrond cocked his side to the head with a raised brow. That did not sound like the young elf prince he knew. “Self pity does not become you, Legolas,” he admonished.

“It is not my intention to sound forlorn. I am merely being honest.”

After a brief pause, Elrond placed a gentle hand on the younger elf’s shoulder, and was quite surprised as it connected with solid flesh, though it went unnoticed by the other. “You have suffered so much in your short millennia, penneth, and I do not blame you for thinking thus, but do not forget you have many who care for you, as well… Or does our love mean nothing to you?”

At these words, the princeling’s head finally turned to meet the Eldar’s gaze. “Your love means everything to me,” he whispered.

“That is good to hear, Legolas, and I reciprocate those feelings. However, that is not what I meant when I asked you why you were here. You are hiding from the rest of the world, meleth-nin, here in your mind. Legolas… come home.”

The prince’s head sank down to stare at his clasped hands resting in his lap as he replied. “I do not wish to go home, Elrond. I grow tired of the pain I am forced to endure, and the memories I am forced to remember.”

“We have all suffered in some way,” he started gently. “But we all must face our trials and misfortunes some time or another, Legolas. It makes us who we are, and helps us grow stronger. Such is the Valar’s will.”

Legolas snorted in a gesture of disbelief, returning his gaze to the ocean before him, his brow remaining furrowed, choosing to ignore his companion’s words. “Perhaps it would be best for all if the Valar would leave well enough alone.”

“Do not speak such blaspheme!” Elrond admonished.

“Why? If it were not for Morgoth’s foul creations, I would never have had to suffer such torment. Many would still be alive, and I… I would not have to live like this.”

“That was merely Morgoth’s doing. If it weren’t for the Valar, none of us would be alive today.”

“Perhaps,” Legolas muttered. “But I do not wish to return to the outside world if they wish to create a fate where I continue to be tormented. Leave, if you wish. I will not be returning.”

“I have never thought of you to be so cowardice.” The elf lord scolded, knowing exactly how to gauge a reaction from the younger elf, and Legolas’ head snapped up as he spat bitterly.

“I am no coward.”

“No?” the monarch replied evenly. “Hiding from the world around you, as a tortoise hides beneath its shell? Eventually you will have to come out. Do not forget that you have loved ones who need you anat cat care for you. You are being selfish, hiding in here as a weasel in the ground. Come back to us, Legolas, and let us help you.”

The prince then stood abruptly and released an irritated sigh. “You claim that you understand what I have suffered, yet you know nothing!”

“I beg to differ,” Elrond argued as he, too, rose from his seat and stared at the smaller elf, eye level. At Legolas’ doubtful look, he elaborated. “As I wandered your mind I had found several… memories. In them, I saw- I felt your pain and your fear. I saw the orc attack, Legolas, I witnessed everything that had happened that night. I watched helplessly as your mother was slain, and as you wept over her body, and I experienced your fear as everything came into place. I felt… I suffered your pain as the orcs had their way with you.”

“You invaded my memories!?!” Legolas cried angrily, and Elrond noticed the blush tinting the sindar’s cheeks, and the sudden vulnerability glimmering in his blue eyes.


“Yes, Legolas,” the monarch sighed, and beneath the princeling’s anger and embarrassment, he noticed the fear and sorrow shimmering in his beautiful eyes. He continued in more of a whisper, his eyes glowing understanding within them. “It may be difficult for everyone else to understand, but I do. Fate has been unkind to us all, melethron-nin, but that is why we have each other; to help one another.

“We have missed you, Legolas, as I am certain you have missed us. But we are together now, Glorfindel, you, and I. Your father brought you to us shortly after you were both rescued from the tunnel.

“You are dying, penneth, your body is slowly fading, and unless you come back to us, we will lose you. And many of those whom you love will soon follow you into the Halls of Mandos from grief.

“Do you not hear the voices of the trees? The song of the birds? The whispering of the water? They all call for you, Legolas. They long for your companionship.

“Please do not do this to yourself. Please allow me to help you.”

Elrond noticed Legolas’ fight to keep his lower lip from trembling as his eyes glazed over with tears, and with a sigh, he stepped forward and brought the golden haired elf into a tight embrace, soothing a hand over his back as he sobbed into his shoulder.

“Forgive me,” he whimpered, clutching the raven-haired elf for dear life as if he would leave him at any moment, and Elrond sighed with relief, closing his eyes momentarily and whispering a mental thanks to Iluvatar. “I am frightened, and I spoke idiocy in my grief.”

“Shh, do not speak nonsense, you have done nothing wrong. I know it is painful for you, Legolas, but let us return, and I promise that I shall take care of you as I always have. Legolas… come home.”

With a shuddering sigh, Legolas whispered into Elrond’s shoulder with a sniffle of his nose. “I do not know how.”

“It is alright, pen-tithen, I do. Gandalf,” The loremaster called out aloud, as if speaking to the very air around him. “We are ready, now.”

A sudden breeze began to swirl around the two figures and a colourful aura mingled within it, and as the wind swirled ever faster, both Elrond and Legolas felt an odd sensation as they were both pulled out of the prince’s mind.

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The elf lord gasped as he was thrown back into his body, blinking in rapid succession to clear his mind. He glanced over at Mithrandir, before turning his head to the prone elf on the bed.

“What happened, Elrond?” Glorfindel asked hurriedly. “Are you alright? Is Legolas-”

“Hush,” Elrond commanded as he hovered over the princeling’s form, rubbing his temples gently. “Legolas? Legolas, open your eyes.”

Seconds seemed to pass by before a low moan issued from the prince’s throat, and his golden head slowly shifted from side to side before his sky coloured eyes slowly blinked open. “Elrond?” he murmured, wincing slightly at the hoarseness from his own voice from days of disuse.

“Thank the Valar,” The seneschal sighed before a joyous grin spread upon his face, and he gently squeezed the prince’s hand, causing him to shift his head in the direction of his other lover.

“Glorfindel?” The elfling mumbled, the quirk of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes, Legolas, it is I.” The Balrog slayer replied with laughter in his voice. “Everything is fine now, you will be alright.”

“Indeed,” Gandalf intervened. “Except for one thing.”

“Mithrandir?” Legolas asked, still slightly dazed.

“Yes,” The istar smiled. “I am here, too, my lad.” He then returned his attention to the two elder elves. “We have brought Legolas back, yes, but there is no guarantee that this will not happen again. You have been apart for far too long, and to be assured that this incident will not re-occur, you must renew the bond.”

“Mithrandir, are you certain that is a wise course of action? Legolas has only just awoken.”

“And this must be done ere he falls back to sleep, lest his mind be lost and out of our reach. We may not be able to rescue him a second time, Elrond, I had enough difficulty as it was pulling you back just now. The bond is still weak, and Legolas will not survive another melding.”

Elrond sighed after a brief glance at Legolas whom was gazing up at him like a confused child, and shared a knowing look with Glorfindel. “Ready yourself for the bonding, meleth-nin. We must move quickly.”

The seneschal nodded but just as he shifted to stand, the maia’s voice quickly stopped him. “There is one more thing. You must be very precise in the way you do this. Each of you must both take Legolas, first one, then the other. He must be aroused for each of you, but he must also find release both times.”

“Understood,” Elrond nodded, mentally smirking as he watched Glorfindel’s skin flush through the corner of his eye. Legolas, still not fully awake merely glanced from one figure to the other.

“Well, then,” Gandalf replied as he pushed himself up from the bed. “I take my leave of you, for now. Should anything go amiss, I want you to send for me, immediately… no matter what state you may be in.” he said seriously, looking pointedly at both elves, and with a nod of his head, left the chamber.

Both Elrond and Glorfindel gazed at each other knowingly, before the seneschal reached over the nightstand, retrieving a small bottle in the small drawer, while Elrond sat beside the youngest of the trio, smoothing back his hair lovingly.

“Legolas, you know what is to occur, correct?”

The wood elf’s brow furrowed thoughtfully in confusion, and with a timid shake of his head, the elf lord calmly explained to him.

“My dear Legolas… we have been separated for so long, and you grow weaker with each passing moment. We must re-forge our bond to heal you. Do you understand what this means, penneth?”

“A-Aye, Elrond, I believe so. We must make love, yes?”

“That is correct, my heart. I realize that you must be tired, and feel drained of your energy, but this must be done immediately. It will be a long night.”

A half smile pulled at the prince’s lips, as he covered Elrond’s hand with his own over his cheek, nuzzling against it. “I have gone too long without your touch, I believe it is far past time to rebind our hearts again.”

Elrond smiled then, and glanced over to the Balrog slayer on the other side of the bed whom shared the same affectionate grin on his own handsome face. “Then let us begin. Glorfindel?”

The said seneschal picked up a nearby chair from the small table before placing it just before the bed, and taking a seat upon it. As the loremaster called his name questioningly, he glanced up in amusement. “Gandalf did say we must each take him one at a time. I wish to see a show!”

An opened-mouth look of amusement spread over the prince’s face at that, accompanied by a blush spreading from his cheeks to the very tips of his pointed ears.

Elrond released a light chuckle, the first true laugh he had released in several years, and again he leaned over to murmur in the youngling’s ear. “What say you, Legolas? Shall we give Glorfindel a grand performance?”

The princeling’s skin flushed ever more. Never had he thought that someone watching him make love would be so arousing, and he doubted that he would be comfortable should any other person witness such a joining. But this was Glorfindel, an elf whom he loved and had only ever taken care of him, and he was quite surprised that the thought of him watching he and Elrond consummate their love for each other quite stimulating.

“Aye…” he finally replied, and Elrond answered him with a gentle press of his lips against his own.


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melethron-nin: my beloved
meleth-nin: my love
pen-tithen: little one
penneth: young one

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More on the way, folks! Sexy, hott Elf sex coming up next, which is only a few days from finishing.

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