An Unlikely Lust

Disclaimer: I do not own these elves. They are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for fun. No profit is being made or will ever be made.

Legolas readied himself in his rooms. He had left dinner almost as soon as he had finished eating so he could change his clothes. This was going to be a good night, he could feel it. Rumil had come to him that afternoon and requested that they meet in the woods, some small glen below the road. He hadn’t said why, but the ring in Rumil’s voice made him believe that maybe that stupid elf had finally come to his senses and realized what an honor it was to be pursued by a prince.

He opted for lighter colors this evening, whites and tans, to bring out the gold in his hair and the fairness of his skin. Looking at himself in a full length mirror, Legolas smiled, pleased with himself. Not the best he could do, but he need not impress the silver haired elf. His being alone was impressive enough.

Thinking to himself, he stopped before leaving. He wasn’t sure why this change of heart had come. But he let himself believe that Rumil was putting on an act for Orophin. Acting as though his advances angered him, what a pretender! Now… now his true feelings were coming out. And Legolas planned to take full advantage of this supposed change of heart. He planned to take full advantage of Rumil.

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“The night is young! Why do you run off?” Thranduil asked, approaching the marchwarden as he left for his rooms.

Haldir turned to him. “Aye, I wish to bathe, Thranduil! It has been a long day.”

“May I join you?”

Haldir cocked his head and raised his eyebrow. “Of course, I would be honored.”

Thranduil came to his side and took his hand, his long robes shielding their touch from the eyes of passing elves. He didn’t know why, but Haldir made him feel content. He made him feel a lot of things, actually. And he was discovering things about himself he never knew. Thranduil was not the most trusting of elves, knowing that he had to be on his guard a lot of the time. Many attempted to take advantage of his kindness and his power among elves. But Haldir was different. He wasn’t sure if it was just his attraction to the strong, beautiful elf or if it was Haldir’s personality, but his trust in him was quick coming and sturdy.

They reached their destination quickly and Thranduil ambled inside. He watched as Haldir removed his shirt, discarding it over the back of a chair as he headed into the bathroom. Once out of sight, Haldir called out, “It will only be a moment.”

“I will wait,” he called back.

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Rumil paced in the glen. He’d found the supplies Orophin had gathered and hidden. The plan was coming along nicely and without a hitch.

Except that Orophin was late.

They had agreed to meet well before Legolas was due to join them, this way Orophin had time to ready his things and hide. But by now, Legolas was well on his way and Rumil stood alone. He quickly uncovered the ropes and wound them so he could carry them. Looking around the area one last time for his brother, he sighed in disgust and climbed up the tree. He was at least moderately sure that he could pull this off alone. After all, the plan consisted of him doing most of the work anyway.

He sat there, his legs dangling down but still covered by the thick leaves of the young tree. He had originally wanted Orophin in this position so he could meet Legolas head on, squelching any suspicion that something was amiss. At the right time, his brother would leap into action. However, he now had to take position and forego the acts leading to that right time.

Rumil played with his tunic. He had never worn this one before; there was never really a need to. It was light blue in color, made of a silk like material, soft to the touch and light on his body. His pants and boots were both black and well worn, although clean and ready for what was supposed to have been the perfect plan. Now… he smiled. It will all still be in good use. The plan may have changed, but it was still a good one.

His thoughts were jolted back to reality when he heard the rustling of leaves and the occasional mumbled curse. He looked down from the tree to Legolas trying to keep his footing as he came down the hill. He kept his eyes on him as the prince walked towards the tree, looking around him, confused.

Rumil took a deep breath. This is it. Swinging his leg over the branch, he easily slid from his wooden perch and landed on his feet before the prince, who looked shocked and gasped at his sudden appearance from above. Snapping some of the road tight in front of him, Rumil smiled. “Good evening, Legolas! Nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?”

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The water had been warmed to perfection and Haldir hissed slightly as he stepped in to join Thranduil in the bath. He sat next to him, lightly grazing his arm with his own. Thranduil put an arm around the broad shoulders of Silvan elf and slid down a touch for comfort.

“Haldir… about what happened in the glen…”

“No need to worry, my dear. It was nothing.”

“No. No, it was something. I am not sure what happened to me. I have never experienced that before.” He looked into the eyes of his new lover and smiled. Something in Haldir’s deep blue eyes told him that it really was alright with him. But it was not alright to Thranduil.

Haldir nestled into him slightly. “Really, love. It is nothing to worry over. It has happened to me, also.”

“It has?”

“Yes. It just… happens.” Haldir leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. “I already know what you are capable of.”

Thranduil felt his face flush, not only at those words but because he was losing control of himself again. He felt himself hardening already and they had hardly touched. Not wanting to be alone in the sensation, he took his arm from around Haldir and gripped his penis. Much to his pleasure, he realized the Silvan was ahead of him in that thought.

He stroked him steadily as Haldir took his mouth in a hard, demanding kiss. He moved to shift his position better, but Thranduil stopped him with a hand on his chest. Sliding through the still warm water, Thranduil stopped in front of Haldir long enough to smile before releasing his elfhood and positioning himself on the marchwarden’s lap. Their kiss was deep, each exploring the mouth of the other with curious tongues. Their hands gripped each other and felt hot skin.

Haldir moved one hand from Thranduil’s back and took a hold of him, stroking hard then soft. He moaned into Haldir’s mouth, never parting their kiss as he began to thrust slightly into his hand. Haldir kept the tormenting pace on his lover as he slid his free hand down his spine to his backside, delivering a gentle squeeze to one firm globe of flesh. Slowly, he moved his hand until his finger was at the right place, and he slid it inside of his tight opening. Thranduil pulled from the kiss long enough to cry out in surprised pleasure before leaning back down and pushing his tongue back inside of Haldir’s mouth.

After a moment, a second finger joined the first, probing inside of Thranduil and striking the bundle of nerves every so often. He was torn between thrusting into the hand on his cock and leaning back on the fingers inside of him. He pulled from their kiss again, unable to breath as well as he’d hoped, consumed by pleasure and need as he was. Haldir looked into his eyes and smiled as Thranduil reached behind himself and urged his fingers out of his body. Without a word, Thranduil moved forward, impaling himself on the Silvan’s hardness. They both cried out together as he thrust into Haldir’s hand and back onto his elfhood.

It wasn’t long before Haldir gasped, quickly following it with a jolt of his body and cry of his lover’s name as he spilled himself inside of him. Thranduil grabbed a handful of his hair and thrust harder into his hand as he felt his own release coming. Within seconds he raised himself on his knees as he cried out and spilled his seed over his lover’s hand and into the cooling water.

Spent, Thranduil collapsed into the water beside Haldir, his legs still draped over his lap, and laughed. “At least I last longer this time, my love!”

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Legolas struggled against his binds. He was unsure of what was happening, but his plans for the evening had quickly faded. Seeing Rumil return from behind the tree where he tied off the binds, Legolas growled.

“What exactly do you think you are doing?” he spat at the silver haired demon walking towards him. “I am a prince! Is this how you treat royalty? Oh, wait until I speak with Lord Celeborn, you are going to be so sor…”

“I should have brought a gag,” sighed Rumil. “I knew I was forgetting something. Now. As for what I am doing. I have no idea.”

Legolas looked at him, bewildered. “You have no idea?! You tied me to a tree and you don’t even know what you are doing?!”

“Look. There was a plan, but Orophin appears to have backed out, so I am winging it.”

“Oh, this is splendid, indeed. Do you mean to do away with me?”

“No! No, Legolas, nothing of that sort.” Rumil walked over stood before him, inches from his slender, bound form. “Nothing like that at all.” Reaching up, he felt the soft material of Legolas’ white tunic, inching his hands closer to the loosely tied opening at the neck. He suddenly knew exactly what he was doing. He shook his head and chuckled at his own plan before snaking a finger into the opening of the tunic. With one swift pull, Rumil tore the fabric straight down. Legolas gasped as he felt the pull of the material on his skin, and looked down to watch it fall open, loosely hanging from his body.

“Ooooh, no! I know what you are thinking, Rumil, and you are never going to getting away with this!”

“You are a mind reader, dear prince? Then tell me, what I am thinking?”

Legolas raised his head so he could look down his nose at his assailant. “You are going to have your way with me.”

Rumil burst out laughing, then coughed to stop himself lest he be caught. If Lord Celeborn found out about this latest prank, he could count on far worse than cleaning stalls. “Have my way with you?”

“Yes, of course. And you are not going to get away with it.”

Rumil stepped closer to the prince. “Having my way with you is not an option. You don’t do anything for me, sweet prince. I wouldn’t be able to keep it up if I got anywhere near your little backside.”

“Then what? What are you going to do?”

“Not exactly have my way with you, but…” Rumil slid his hand down the prince’s small waist, letting it drift forward to the front of his pants. His eyes widened has he rested his hand over the prince’s crotch, and he laughed quietly. “Honestly… I do not think you are much against my actions!”

TBC…