Secerts in the Dark

Legolas had decided to walk the halls of his room and leaned against of tof the railings to look out the gardens below. He wasn’t entirely certain as to why he had agreed to meet with Lord Elrond and try what he had seen, other than somehow they had managed to get his adar to agree to go one a hunt that would last a couple of days. What shocked him more was that his father actually agreed to allow him to stay despite telling him before they had gotten there that he would stay by him. He had to admit he was shocked when Thranduil had insisted that his room be attached to and even more so when he had found out that Legolas went on a midnight stroll to insisting on sleeping in his bed the next night. He was glad that he hadn’t had called out again when he had slept next to his ada but he had came. Thranduil had just laughed when he saw his son’s distress and shrugged it off when Legolas had told him he had a dream about Arwen.

He looked up as he heahe dhe door open and saw Figwit standing there with a smile upon his face. He found he couldn’t help but smile back as the young elf was truly a quiet beauty. Figwit made his way over to him and stopped in front of him, “Are you still certain that you want to do this?”

Legolas smiled at him and nodded, “Yes I want this even though I shouldn’t.”
The younger advisor in training took his hand and led him to the privet baths that was in Thranduil’s room. He tried not to blush as he began to strip Legolas is cis clothes and then smiled, “You are truly a beauty.”

Legolas looked at him and just gave a smile before admitting, “No my Adar is really the beauty in the family.”

Fig looked up at him, his light hazel eyes looking into blue ones, “True he is a sight but you have your own beauty Legolas. Now I will bathe you and explain what the rules are.”

“There are rules?” He found that he was surprised by this little fact and looked at the younger elf to see if what he was saying was true.

He giggled as he pushed Legolas to the tub and began to undo the braids in his hair, “Yes there are rules, there has to be or someone could get hurt bad. Lord Elrond is very clear in what is and what is not allowed. One all involved must consent to anything that happens. No one is ever pushed to do something they don’t like or that they won’t try for whatever the reason is. Second if anything becomes uncomfortable all youe toe to do is tell the other to stop, we use words like orcs or such to let each other know when something has gone to far or hurts to much. Elrond insists that any wounds should be cleaned and healed; though he does understand that some like to have certain marks remain. All you have to do is tell him if that is the case but he will make sure that it is healing, as it should naturally. Most importantly what happens in the room is between those who participate in it stays between them.”

Legolas nodded and then blushed, “So I have broken one of the rules already?”

Figwit laughed and shook his head as he lathered the sweet smelling soap into his hair, “Nay for as far aknowknow you have told no one about what you saw and for that you have been forgiven watching.”

Legolas smiled and relaxed as the other’s hand began to drift down his body, cleaning him, “So how did you get involved if I might ask?”

“I fell in love with Elrohir and one night I followed him tat hat hat he was doing.” Figwit blushed softly again, “I gasped louder than what I meant to when I saw him being whipped by Erestor and was caught. I was really scared when I was drug into the room; they all had such anger looks upon their face. I almost ran away when Lord Elrond began to question me and when I finally got the courage to tell them why I was there, I found myself in Elrohir arms being kissed. Elrond just laughed and hugged us both and then they explained what was going on. I didn’t join that night but once I watched the entire thing I decided that I wanted to try. They let Elrohir show me and since then I have never looked back.”

“Aren’t you ever jealous?” Legolas sighed out as he felt Figwit’s soft hand on his length and wrapped his hand around his as Fig began to stroke him.

“No but that is because I know that Elrohir loves me.” He whispered enjoying the look that uponupon Legolas’s face, “We are going to bond some day but for now we have decided just to get to know each other before then.”

“Oh.” Was all the prince could gasp out as he turned his head towards Fig’s and took him into a kiss. His hips bucking in their hands as he moaned softly as Fig’s tongue shyly teased his. Breaking the kiss he found he wanted more, “Can I touch you back Fig?”

Fig nodded and then stood up removing his robes so that the prince could touch his skin and groaned softly as Legolas began to tease his own hardness, with his long fingers. He moved into the water and began to rub against his body, pleasure shot through him as Legolas moved his hand faster on him. He arched his back and the prince took the time to gently nip the flesh that was exposed, licking it and Figwit moaned, his fingers digging into his shoulders. He slid across the collarbone with tiny bites and kisses, one of his hand slowly slid around and in between Fig’s firm mounds. The young elf made a soft gasp and rubbed against the hand, “Oh yes saes.”

“Can I?” Legolas asked looking up at him and Figwit looked confused for just a moment till he heard Elrohir answer.

“You can take him if you wish but you can not be taken in return for you are still untouched are you not?”

Legolas started to push Fig away but the elf held him close, “Yes I am.”

Elrohir smiled at him, “Don’t worry about that, there is nothing wrong with that Legolas and Adar will be proud to be your first. Now please go a and and enjoy while I collect up what you will be wearing and I will take you to Adar’s room.”

Legolas still looked ill at ease until Figwit wrapped his legs around his waist, with a pleading look up on his face. The prince could not refuse the look and moaned as he slowly slid into the elf beneath him.

Elrohir just chuckled as he walked into the next room, thanking the valar that they had shown them a way to regain their lovers back, in Legolas.