Three Cherries for Legolas
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,582
Reviews:
30
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Chapter 4
Title: Three Cherries for Legolas 4/?
Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@y...
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Disclaimer: I own ing.ing. This is done purely for fun; no money made.
Pairing: Legolas/Rúmil Haldir/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rúmil is a bit...different from other male Elves. After 500 years of hiding from love he falls for the Prince of Mirkwood. But their union has some
unexpected results...
Chapter 4
As Haldir woke he wrapped one arm around the form lying next to him. It was not unusual for Rúmil to crawl into bed with him when his spirits were down.
“I did not hear you come in,” he mumbled against the pillow.
“It was late,” Rúmil responded as he snuggled up closer to his older brother. The pain of having turned Legolas away so coldly after what they had shared was still strong in his heart. He had come to sleep in Haldir’s room after returning from the border because being near his brother always have him a sense of comfort and security during the times that he needed it most. Haldir was the only one who truly understood him, the only one who knew the truth and never put him down. “Love you,” he said softly.
Haldir gave a concerned smile, “Love you too.” They laid in silence for a while before Haldir decided it was time to bring up the conversation he had with Legolas the other day, considering it was probably the reason for Rúmil’s mood. “I heard you broke the fair Prince’s of Mirkwood heart…what happened?”
Rúmil hesitated, but he knew it was no use trying to keep anything from Haldir. “He found me in the woods that night, after I fled the talan. At first he just held me, to comfort me, but then things went further… I was unable to resist. We ended up making love, and when it was over I realized what a mistake I had made. It was so wonderful; but I could never have it again, at least not if he found out…”
“So you decided that it would prove easier to just end it then and there, right?”
“Was I wrong?” Rúmil asked, lifting his eyebrows with curiosity
“Not if you wish to avoid the pain of rejection at all costs…”
The younger Galadhrim knew that there was more to his brother’s answer. “But….?” he asked, encouraging Haldir to speak his mind.
“Well when I spoke with him yesterday…”
“You talked to him!!!???” Rúmil demanded, interrupting Haldir mid-sentence.
“Aye.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Nay, I did not. Now will you let me finish?” Haldir asked with a tinge of annoyance. Rúmil nodded and he continued, “He said that he loves you and that nothing could change his mind. I feel that he is sincere, Rúmil. You should tell him about your condition, I think he will understand.”
“And what if he does not? I do not think I could bear the humiliation.”
“Could you bear an eternity of loneliness, wondering how your life would have been had you taken this risk?”
Rúmil thought for a moment, “Nay, I could not… can you tell him for me? It would be easier…”
“Rúmil, you know that I would do anything for you, but this is something you must do on your own. But… shouldngs ngs not go well; I will be here for you, as always.”
“Thank you, Haldir,” said the younger Elf with a smile.
“You need not thank me, gwanur. But do you promise me you will not run from him when he comes to talk to you?”
“Aye, I promise”
*****
His heart raced as he stared at the note in his hand. ‘Meet me at the park in an hour.’ The handwriting was as beautiful and elegant as the one who wrote it. Legolas had slipped the note into his hand at the dining hall after lunch. It was clear that the Prince wanted to speak to him alone. Rúmil's mouth suddenly felt dry. He would have to tell him…
He arrived at the park a few minutes early, hoping that Legolas would not be there yet so he would have some time to go over what he would say; but he had no such luck. The Prince was already there. From where he stood, all Rúmil could see was a mass of braided, golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight. He approached the Wood Elf hesitantly from behind. Legolas turned his big, sapphire eyes on the Galadrhim as he sat down next to him, but said nothing.
They stared at the fountain before them, neither of them saying anything until the silence became unbearable. “I hope we can remain friends,” Legolas started, “even if you do not want me as your lover.”
After another pause, Rúmil answered, “You are a wonderful friend, Legolas. But I would rather have you as more of a friend.”
“Then why did you turn me away that night? Why were you so cold?”
“Because I was afraid… I still am.”
“What are you afraid of, mellon-nin?” Legolas asked, taking the guardian’s hand in his own.
“If we were to become lovers, there is something I would need to tell you. Your reaction to what you would find out is what I fear.”
“Then tell me, and I will prove to you that you have nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me think any less of you.” Legolas waited while the guardian grew more and more flustered. The hand that he held had become cold and sweaty.
“I… I do not know how to say it,” Rúmil stammered.
“Please try,” Legolas said as he squeezed the Galadhrim’s hand.
Rúmil took a deep breath as he tried to calm down. “I was born with a… defect, you might say. I am… I have…” he could hear his heart pounding so loud he thought his head would explode. The guardian pulled his hand out of Legolas’ grip in frustration and buried his face in his palms. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
“Go on,” Legolas urged, embracing his distressed friend. “Holding it in will not make things better.”
Some more minutes passed, and Legolas began to think that he would never find out what Rúmil was hiding when he heard a whisper quieter than the rustling of the leaves, “I am a hermaphrodite.” The Prince tightened his embrace, despite how shocked he was. Of all the things he had imagined Rúmil might say to him, this was not one of them. He finally understood why the fairest Elf he had ever seen had such fear of rejection; but it would not change his feelings for the Galadhrim. “It is alright, Rúmil. I am still here. And I am yours for as long as you will have me.”
Tbc….
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Elvish:
mellon-nin my friend
gwanur brother
Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@y...
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Disclaimer: I own ing.ing. This is done purely for fun; no money made.
Pairing: Legolas/Rúmil Haldir/Orophin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Rúmil is a bit...different from other male Elves. After 500 years of hiding from love he falls for the Prince of Mirkwood. But their union has some
unexpected results...
Chapter 4
As Haldir woke he wrapped one arm around the form lying next to him. It was not unusual for Rúmil to crawl into bed with him when his spirits were down.
“I did not hear you come in,” he mumbled against the pillow.
“It was late,” Rúmil responded as he snuggled up closer to his older brother. The pain of having turned Legolas away so coldly after what they had shared was still strong in his heart. He had come to sleep in Haldir’s room after returning from the border because being near his brother always have him a sense of comfort and security during the times that he needed it most. Haldir was the only one who truly understood him, the only one who knew the truth and never put him down. “Love you,” he said softly.
Haldir gave a concerned smile, “Love you too.” They laid in silence for a while before Haldir decided it was time to bring up the conversation he had with Legolas the other day, considering it was probably the reason for Rúmil’s mood. “I heard you broke the fair Prince’s of Mirkwood heart…what happened?”
Rúmil hesitated, but he knew it was no use trying to keep anything from Haldir. “He found me in the woods that night, after I fled the talan. At first he just held me, to comfort me, but then things went further… I was unable to resist. We ended up making love, and when it was over I realized what a mistake I had made. It was so wonderful; but I could never have it again, at least not if he found out…”
“So you decided that it would prove easier to just end it then and there, right?”
“Was I wrong?” Rúmil asked, lifting his eyebrows with curiosity
“Not if you wish to avoid the pain of rejection at all costs…”
The younger Galadhrim knew that there was more to his brother’s answer. “But….?” he asked, encouraging Haldir to speak his mind.
“Well when I spoke with him yesterday…”
“You talked to him!!!???” Rúmil demanded, interrupting Haldir mid-sentence.
“Aye.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Nay, I did not. Now will you let me finish?” Haldir asked with a tinge of annoyance. Rúmil nodded and he continued, “He said that he loves you and that nothing could change his mind. I feel that he is sincere, Rúmil. You should tell him about your condition, I think he will understand.”
“And what if he does not? I do not think I could bear the humiliation.”
“Could you bear an eternity of loneliness, wondering how your life would have been had you taken this risk?”
Rúmil thought for a moment, “Nay, I could not… can you tell him for me? It would be easier…”
“Rúmil, you know that I would do anything for you, but this is something you must do on your own. But… shouldngs ngs not go well; I will be here for you, as always.”
“Thank you, Haldir,” said the younger Elf with a smile.
“You need not thank me, gwanur. But do you promise me you will not run from him when he comes to talk to you?”
“Aye, I promise”
*****
His heart raced as he stared at the note in his hand. ‘Meet me at the park in an hour.’ The handwriting was as beautiful and elegant as the one who wrote it. Legolas had slipped the note into his hand at the dining hall after lunch. It was clear that the Prince wanted to speak to him alone. Rúmil's mouth suddenly felt dry. He would have to tell him…
He arrived at the park a few minutes early, hoping that Legolas would not be there yet so he would have some time to go over what he would say; but he had no such luck. The Prince was already there. From where he stood, all Rúmil could see was a mass of braided, golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight. He approached the Wood Elf hesitantly from behind. Legolas turned his big, sapphire eyes on the Galadrhim as he sat down next to him, but said nothing.
They stared at the fountain before them, neither of them saying anything until the silence became unbearable. “I hope we can remain friends,” Legolas started, “even if you do not want me as your lover.”
After another pause, Rúmil answered, “You are a wonderful friend, Legolas. But I would rather have you as more of a friend.”
“Then why did you turn me away that night? Why were you so cold?”
“Because I was afraid… I still am.”
“What are you afraid of, mellon-nin?” Legolas asked, taking the guardian’s hand in his own.
“If we were to become lovers, there is something I would need to tell you. Your reaction to what you would find out is what I fear.”
“Then tell me, and I will prove to you that you have nothing to be afraid of. There is nothing you could tell me that would make me think any less of you.” Legolas waited while the guardian grew more and more flustered. The hand that he held had become cold and sweaty.
“I… I do not know how to say it,” Rúmil stammered.
“Please try,” Legolas said as he squeezed the Galadhrim’s hand.
Rúmil took a deep breath as he tried to calm down. “I was born with a… defect, you might say. I am… I have…” he could hear his heart pounding so loud he thought his head would explode. The guardian pulled his hand out of Legolas’ grip in frustration and buried his face in his palms. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
“Go on,” Legolas urged, embracing his distressed friend. “Holding it in will not make things better.”
Some more minutes passed, and Legolas began to think that he would never find out what Rúmil was hiding when he heard a whisper quieter than the rustling of the leaves, “I am a hermaphrodite.” The Prince tightened his embrace, despite how shocked he was. Of all the things he had imagined Rúmil might say to him, this was not one of them. He finally understood why the fairest Elf he had ever seen had such fear of rejection; but it would not change his feelings for the Galadhrim. “It is alright, Rúmil. I am still here. And I am yours for as long as you will have me.”
Tbc….
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Elvish:
mellon-nin my friend
gwanur brother