Three Cherries for Legolas
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
5,583
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5
Title: Three Cherries for Legolas 5/?
Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing. 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...
Notes: In this story, Orophin is the youngest and Haldir is the oldest.
Chapter 5
Legolas’ lips curved into an amused smile as he gazed down upon a mud-drenched Galadhrim. “I think we may need a bath, melethen.”
“So that is why you threw us in this mud puddle!” Rúmil pointed out in a jokingly accusative tone. “You want me to bathe with you.”
“Nay,” the Prince laughed, “I threw us in here because I wanted to see you get dirty.” Without another word, he brought his lips down on Rúmil’s, mud and all.
Even in the gentleness with which Legolas’ tongue probed his mouth, Rúmil could feel that the wood Elf was holding back, that he yearned for more passionate kisses, kisses that would lead to more. He could feel that Legolas was tense, afraid of pushing too far.
He was touched by Legolas’ consideration, but he did not want to deny his lover of what he desired, nor did he want to deny himself of what he wanted. And what he wanted was to give Legolas what the Prince had given that night on the border. He knew that it would be the ultimate test of their love. He also knew that if they were to have a happy and healthy relationship, sooner or later it would have to happen. The guardian decided that sooner was better. He wanted to get past that which he feared most, as well as to unlock the passion he knew was raging within his beloved, ready to break loose. “’Las?” he breathed against the other’s mouth.
“Hmm?”
Rúmil looked deep into the Wood Elf’s sapphire orbs. “Would you make love to me?”
The question shocked Legolas, for he did not expect his self-conscious lover to offer him that. He had to admit that he did want it, but was Rúmil truly ready? Or was he only trying to please him, afraid that he would leave him? “I would like to …” the Prince started, choosing his words carefully, “if you were ready and that was what you wanted.”
“I am,” said Rúmil, “and it is.”
“Is it?” Legolas removed a soiled strand from the guardian’s face as he spoke in a gentle voice. “Or would you only be doing it for me? I would rather wait until you are ready, or give myself to you again if you would feel more comfortable that way…”
“Nay, I am ready,” Rúmil insisted. “You have already shown that your feelings for me are true. I trust you…”
“I am glad that you trust me, and I will not disappoint you,” said Legolas as a smile formed on his lips. “Do you want it here in the mud? Or shall we go bathe?”
“A bath will do,” said Rúmil as he took Legolas’ hand.
They headed eagerly for Legolas and his brothers’ guest talan, faces flushed and cocks stirring with desire and anticipation.
*
“It looks as though we will have this place to ourselves,” Legolas said with a grin after having checked all the rooms. “Unless my brothers will be returning…”
“I would not worry about them returning, meleth. Orophin will likely be keeping them busy until morning.” Both laughed at the comment as they headed to the bathing chamber to light some candles and prepare the bath.
When all was ready, Rúmil stood hesitantly, eyes measuring Legolas as he stepped out of his soiled clothing.
“There is no need to be shy, lirimaer,” said Legolas as he moved to undress his timid comapion. Rúmil’s tunic was the first thing to go. The Prince involuntarily licked his lips at the sight of the perfectly sculpted muscles that were revealed by the soft candlelight. He kneeled down to help the guardian out of his boots, and then slowly brought his hands to the ties of Rúmil’s leggings. Once Rúmil was standing naked before him, Legolas led the ‘Lorien Elf into the steamy, sandalwood-scented bath.
Rúmil sat in between Legolas’ legs, resting his head back against the Prince’s chest while receiving a soothing shoulder massage. The guardian relaxed quickly under Legolas’ ministrations.
While the Wood-Elf washed his hair, Rúmil rubbed himself provocatively against Legolas’ erection, earning a sexy purr in response. “Do not tease me thus, Rúmi… I am not yet clean.” Normally he would just have proceeded to couple with his lover right then and there, in the tub; but he assumed that, being as he was, Rúmil would be more comfortable making love in a bed this time.
“Then hurry up and let us get your hair washed,” the equally aroused guardian said, impatiently, as he turned around to help get the job done.
“There,” said Rúmil as he finished rinsing the remains of the shampoo from Legolas’ golden mane. They left the tub quickly, wrapping themselves in soft, blue and silver towels and rushing into the adjoining bed chamber.
Tbc….
Author: BernsteinNixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.tolkiensnaughtyelves.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Warning: Mpreg, incest
Disclaimer: I own nothing. 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...
Notes: In this story, Orophin is the youngest and Haldir is the oldest.
Chapter 5
Legolas’ lips curved into an amused smile as he gazed down upon a mud-drenched Galadhrim. “I think we may need a bath, melethen.”
“So that is why you threw us in this mud puddle!” Rúmil pointed out in a jokingly accusative tone. “You want me to bathe with you.”
“Nay,” the Prince laughed, “I threw us in here because I wanted to see you get dirty.” Without another word, he brought his lips down on Rúmil’s, mud and all.
Even in the gentleness with which Legolas’ tongue probed his mouth, Rúmil could feel that the wood Elf was holding back, that he yearned for more passionate kisses, kisses that would lead to more. He could feel that Legolas was tense, afraid of pushing too far.
He was touched by Legolas’ consideration, but he did not want to deny his lover of what he desired, nor did he want to deny himself of what he wanted. And what he wanted was to give Legolas what the Prince had given that night on the border. He knew that it would be the ultimate test of their love. He also knew that if they were to have a happy and healthy relationship, sooner or later it would have to happen. The guardian decided that sooner was better. He wanted to get past that which he feared most, as well as to unlock the passion he knew was raging within his beloved, ready to break loose. “’Las?” he breathed against the other’s mouth.
“Hmm?”
Rúmil looked deep into the Wood Elf’s sapphire orbs. “Would you make love to me?”
The question shocked Legolas, for he did not expect his self-conscious lover to offer him that. He had to admit that he did want it, but was Rúmil truly ready? Or was he only trying to please him, afraid that he would leave him? “I would like to …” the Prince started, choosing his words carefully, “if you were ready and that was what you wanted.”
“I am,” said Rúmil, “and it is.”
“Is it?” Legolas removed a soiled strand from the guardian’s face as he spoke in a gentle voice. “Or would you only be doing it for me? I would rather wait until you are ready, or give myself to you again if you would feel more comfortable that way…”
“Nay, I am ready,” Rúmil insisted. “You have already shown that your feelings for me are true. I trust you…”
“I am glad that you trust me, and I will not disappoint you,” said Legolas as a smile formed on his lips. “Do you want it here in the mud? Or shall we go bathe?”
“A bath will do,” said Rúmil as he took Legolas’ hand.
They headed eagerly for Legolas and his brothers’ guest talan, faces flushed and cocks stirring with desire and anticipation.
*
“It looks as though we will have this place to ourselves,” Legolas said with a grin after having checked all the rooms. “Unless my brothers will be returning…”
“I would not worry about them returning, meleth. Orophin will likely be keeping them busy until morning.” Both laughed at the comment as they headed to the bathing chamber to light some candles and prepare the bath.
When all was ready, Rúmil stood hesitantly, eyes measuring Legolas as he stepped out of his soiled clothing.
“There is no need to be shy, lirimaer,” said Legolas as he moved to undress his timid comapion. Rúmil’s tunic was the first thing to go. The Prince involuntarily licked his lips at the sight of the perfectly sculpted muscles that were revealed by the soft candlelight. He kneeled down to help the guardian out of his boots, and then slowly brought his hands to the ties of Rúmil’s leggings. Once Rúmil was standing naked before him, Legolas led the ‘Lorien Elf into the steamy, sandalwood-scented bath.
Rúmil sat in between Legolas’ legs, resting his head back against the Prince’s chest while receiving a soothing shoulder massage. The guardian relaxed quickly under Legolas’ ministrations.
While the Wood-Elf washed his hair, Rúmil rubbed himself provocatively against Legolas’ erection, earning a sexy purr in response. “Do not tease me thus, Rúmi… I am not yet clean.” Normally he would just have proceeded to couple with his lover right then and there, in the tub; but he assumed that, being as he was, Rúmil would be more comfortable making love in a bed this time.
“Then hurry up and let us get your hair washed,” the equally aroused guardian said, impatiently, as he turned around to help get the job done.
“There,” said Rúmil as he finished rinsing the remains of the shampoo from Legolas’ golden mane. They left the tub quickly, wrapping themselves in soft, blue and silver towels and rushing into the adjoining bed chamber.
Tbc….