Carandol the Novice

Carandol The Novice PartPart 2
Sequel to Carandol the Matchmaker
Author: Sebastian
Email: sebastian.s@btinternet.com
Archive: AdultFanFiction.net. OEAM, Anyone else, just let me know where it is.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Carandol (OMC)/Legolas, Thranduil/???, Elladan & Elrohir/Lindir & most of the Elves of Mirkwood.
Genre: Fictional Person Slash. Humour
Warnings: AU, sex, bad language, more sex...even worse language........
Summary: Carandol has been sent to Mirkwood to improve...e...er... skills. Can he survive the spiders, the orcs, and, more to the point, can he survive the Mirkwood Cadet Corps?!
Timeline: Third Age, before the Fellowship.
Disclaimer: I only own Carandol and his machinations. Tolkien's estate owns everything else. No infringement of copyright is intended. I bow to the master. This offering is written purely for fun and no profit is being made. Sigh...

Translations:

Anghathel - iron broadsword
Filegluin - small blue bird
Beleg bróg- great bear


Chapter 5: Part 2: Of...getting it all wrong...again...


Why did he have to say 'taste'?

Now I almost do feel like an anxious elfling as Legolas leads me away from the crowds and back to his rooms.

I brush that thought aside for the moment and when we reach his rooms I turn to him. "So, are you going to answer me now?" I ask him, referring to the conversation we started earlier.

"Very well," Legolas says and stands dtly tly in front of me. "I admit I was a little...shall we say...covetous of you when I saw you on the sofa with Haldir." He pauses and runs his fingers down my cheek.

"You are mine, Carandol...and I am yours," he states, and slowly draws me to the bed. "Let me show you."

He looks deeply into my eyes. "Come, my love, I want you to take me."

I gape back. My eyes pop and my jaw drops.

"What?"

"I want you to... feast on me."

"I..."

"You don't want to?" he asks.

Oh baby...I could masticate on you all day....

"Yes...yes, oh, please...I'm...just...not prepared for this."

"You don't need to be." Legolas says and slowly removes his clothes as I remain stuck to the floor.

He lays on the bed and relaxes into the soft covers, naked and exposed, and my open mouth starts to drool.

"Help yourself," he says and gives me such a wanton look my whole body immediately lurches with lust and I strip myself in record time scattering my clothes to the four winds. I leap onto the bed as Legolas laughs at my enthusiasm.

"Down boy, I'm not going anywhere."

Go down? Oh yes...that'll do for starters.

Legolas opens his legs and I kneel between them. I look along the length of his body and every inch of him is inviting me to savour its delights, from the pink and pouting lips, moist and soft, to his cock, already firm and arching towards his belly.

I go straight to the main attraction and lick along its length before crawling up his body to taste his lips gently, relishing the sweetness of his mouth as it opens to me. I push my tongue inside then lift my body higher to take full possession of his mouth as I press down and weld myself to his succulent lips. As I devour his mouth my whole body comes alive and I am breathless and dizzy and aching for him as I pull away. I move to his neck to suck on the soft skin underneath his chin, then nibble gently before licking downwards towards his nipples.

I rub my lips across a teat and pull it into my mouth to suck firmly on the tip as I lift it upwards. It fills with blood, hardening and swelling as I wipe my tongue across it to draw the tight pebble in my mouth. I pinch the other nipple and rub it into stiffness as Legolas squirms under me and his breathing becomes heavy.

I pull back andk dok down at his enlarged nipples, marvelling at how sexy they are as their erect peaks stand up, dark pink and inflamed.

I close my eyes and rub my hands over them before I lean down again and run my tongue downwards, then rub my face over the warm skin of his belly and the taught flesh of his groin. I move down to the smooth, fine skinweenween his thighs where I stop and deeply inhale his exciting scent, rubbing my mouth over the softness between his legs as I drown in his heady fragrance.

I lift up and look at his penis, long, pink, smooth and hard; a beautiful phallus that I could worship at and adore for hours. I lick up the shaft again and savour the silkiness of the warm velvet against my tongue. I move my body so I can lick at the head, which is already moist and juicy.

I look up at him, but before I can take his cock into my mouth, he turns over and presents me with his bottom. His perfectly-shaped buttocks rise to meet my fand and I know I'm being asked to suck him in a completely different place.

So, that's what he meant by tasting him. I look at his arse nervously.

"It won't bite," he says, softly, "well, not today."

I gulp.

"Legolas...?"

"Please, Carandol," he says.

"I don't know if I can," I say, and at this moment, I'm bloody sure I can't, and I feel such a wimp.

"You'll like it," he states.

I wish he wouldn't keep saying that...

But I know how much he wants me to do this. So, with a deep breath I look down again at his gorgeous arse and touch the warm and smooth skin of his buttocks. I lean down and kiss them then lick the skin softly. Legolas groans and moves his hips a little.

And then, the sight of this wondrous body fills me with such a craving that without conscious thought I lean down and press my face against his crack, kissing and nibbling deeper into the dark recesses between his cheeks as Legolas moans softly and his breathing speeds up.

Oh Eru...I know I have to give him this pleasure.

I pull his cheeks apart and wipe my tongue over his little hole. He moans deeply now and lifts his arse a bit higher. I lick again and open his cheeks further and widen his tight anal lips with my thumbs.

I now experience a deeper, more intense aroma, but its a scent that I find strangely arousing, unusually rich and pungent and it draws me deeper, beckoning me with its powerful eroticism. I start to salivate and know I have to taste this so I form my tongue into a wedge and push at the ring. But I don't push hard enough for the muscles don't move. I try again and this time my tongue slips inside and is gripped by the fireceness of his sphincter.

I'm surprised by the taste. The flavour is as secretive as the vessel it inhabits: dark, mysterious, potent and...probably addictive...because it's him, my Legolas, and I must have all of him.

I'm not sure what to do next. I'm lying with my face pressed hard between his buttocks, my mouth wide open and my tongue gripped in a vice, so I'm not exactly in a position to ask for advice.

I move my tongue in and out of him, slowly at first, then faster as it becomes easier until I'm whipping my tongue into his hole as fast as I can, as my saliva pours over his crack and trickles down to the covers.

Legolas is squirming and groaning in ecstacy and as his pleasure mounts I continue to tongue fuck him until suddenly he lifts his hips and catches me by surprise.

"Ffnnn...." I grunt as he moves, but my tenacious tongue is still up his arse as he pulls on his prick a few times then spurts his semen onto the bed with a loud growl.

I raise myself up and lick my lips as Legolas turns to smile at me, flushed and happy.

"Wonderful, Carandol," is all he says, and I grin like an idiot.

Then he lifts his body up and faces me.

"There's a jar on the bedside table," is all he says and I reach for it with relish and some trepidation, as Legolas wipes over the bed with a handkerchief he pulls from the table top.

"Remember what I told you in Imladris?"

I remember it well. Lubrication is very important...and I reckon about three bottles of that stuff from Moria should just about do it.

"How do you want me," I ask, for I haven't a clue.

"Whatever fills your pipe, as they say in the Shire," Legolas says and giggles.

In that case...I'll have a bit of Longbottom... or maybe a bit of rough shag...?

"All fours might be easier for you," he says, "and you'll be able to see what you're doing when you prepare me."

I nod. Nervous or not, at this moment I'm so excited I don't really care how it comes, just as long as I can plug him rigid...

I scoop up some of the salve and wipe it over my prick as Legolas presents himself on all fours. Then I generously cover a finger and wipe it over his opening, watching as the hole glistens temptingly.

I push a finger in a little and remember the sensation as his muscles grip my finger. I move it about a bit before putting in two, then I close my eyes as I feel my way inside. It is hot and soft, and the tight channel sucks on my fingers as I imagine the dark moist cavern within. I rub them around a bit and stroke them along the walls of the tunnel, feeling them move as I open my fingers to widen the access. Then I poke around for that lump and rub it.

Legolas moves sharply and his body shudders. "Oh yes, Carandol...again."

I rub again and continue to massage his swelling until he's panting.

I look at my fingers in his arse and to my inexperienced eye it doesn't look as if my dick will fit, not that I'm boasting, mind you, but I'm a little thicker than two slender digits. I'm just considering using three when Legolas urges me to take him.

I put a hand on either hip and look doubtfully at the opening.

"Now, Carandol...I'm ready for you."

His voice is thick with longing and my cock is dripping and desperate so I'm really in no condition to argue.

I lean back and guide my cock to his hole and rest the tip on his entrance. I tremble a little in anticipation as Legolas lowers his head, and then I push, hard, against the muscles. The opening gives way immediately and I feel my penis moving smoothly into his rectum.

"Oh...fuck..." I shriek....what an incredible feeling!

The hot, clinging channel is so unlike anything I've ever experienced that the intensity takes me by surprise. I watch as my cock is pulled in by eager muscles and disappears inside him as the anal ring is distended around my penis, gripping it in tight jaws. And just for a second I wonder how my foreskin will take this much pressure when I start to thrust. But then the salve does its job and as I move, the heat spreads it over my cock and inside the channel so that it glides in easily as his ring accepts me.

I pull out some of the way then push back in. This time I feel the mound with my cock and Legolas groans in appreciation as I rub against it. I pull out again and plunge in, quicker this time, and the fierce friction is pure ecstacy on my penis as I move it in and out of him. My shaft seems to swell even more and I don't remember ever being this hard.

But then I stop wondering about these new sensations and begin to enjoy the act of taking my lover as he gives himself to me, and I start to make love to him.

My thrusts become more energetic and Legolas slips downwards. I fall down with him and my weight smashes my cock deeper into his butt. "Oh, gods...Carandol..." he yelps.

But this position is too good to waste so I brace my body between his legs and pump myself unrelentingly into his hot and clenching arse.

And suddenly it is all too much for me. One of Ilúvatar's most beautiful creations is lying beneath me, his legs wide and his arse mine to plunder and I remember his affirmation of our relationship, his jealousy, his need of me and now this gift. I am overcome with a profound longing and feelings of....of...but I can't even say it to myself...and now I can't even think and I....I...

Oh Eru...I'm going to come so hard I think my bollocks will drop off...

"Legolassss...." I scream and thrust so hard into him I'm sure I'll be wedged in his anus forever... but I can think of worse things...

"Oh...Carandol...I can't hold..." Legolas yells as his penis is rubbed on the sheets beneath him and I feel his muscles grip around my cock like a tight handshake as he lifts up slightly and pours himself onto the bed again. And then I'm coming, visciously, almost painfully as jets of semen fill his channel with such force they flow back against my cock. I pump one last time and the now drenched rectum folds itself around me as I feel my last drops squirt from my over-sensitised cock.

I fall upon his back completely wasted and utterly satisfied.

* * *

The night is not quite as spent as we are when we finally rouse ourselves and bathe in his private washroom. We decide to re-join the festivities and head lazily towards the hall. Everywhere, elves are either recovering, still trying to say no, or making wild and abandoned noises behind curtains, under tables, in alcoves and inside what I know to be a rather narrow, but tall cupboard. As we pass, I can just make out the familiar endearment... "fuck me, big boy"...and realise romance is not yet dead...!

Then a messenger appears, in haste and eager to find the party of Galadhrim.

It won't be easy rounding them up as there are several cavities the Lórien boys could be exploring.... Legolas calls for some of the attendants to help him and with a quick apology to me, disappears with the messenger from Lothlórien.

I wander outside into the balmy air and find myself near the stables listening to the gentle murmer of the horses. I'm still somewhat in a state of elation as I lean against the inside of the stable door. Then I hear voices and giggling as two elves approach my position. I'm not in the mood to be disturbed so I enter and climb the ladder up to the hayloft for a bit of peace.

An elf appears below me. It's Glorfindel, and I'm just about to call out to him when Thranduil enters, moves up behind my friend and puts an arm around his waist. I silently lay on my belly and lean over to look down on them. Thranduil moves Glorfindel into one of the empty stalls, directly below me. I can't move now so decide to stay put and wait it out.

"My lord, not here, what if someone..."

"They're all busy with their own conquests, my love. Come, I need more of you. And I need it now."

Oh, good...so, impatience runs in the family then....

"And please don't call me 'my lord', Glorfindel, not any more, and certainly not in private, not after what we've shared."

Well, in that dress, perhaps you should consider calling him Daisy, or some other descriptive Shire flower, like Golden Rod or Nipplewort...****

I look down again and Thranduil pulls Glorfindel close to his strong body. He is still standing behind my friend and now he moves a hand down to rub Glorfindel's already bursting erection through his leggings.

Glorfindel leans his head backwards against the king. "Yes...Thranduil," he says, "yes....oh, yes."

Mmmm...steady, my friend.

Thranduil turns him around and unlaces him. I bite my lip in anticipation. I've seen this brute of a cock before, but never fully erect. I hold my breath.

Then Thranduil turns him a little more and I can only see Glorfindel's bottom. Fine as it is, I was hoping for...

Thranduil kneels and I can see his head bobbing up and down. Glorfindel starts to groan, loudly. I hold my breath again.

The king rises to his feet and Glorfindel begins to unlace the king's frock. Down go the tits made from small water bags. Oh...so that's why they...down goes the dress, and then down goes Glorfindel. Oh, Eru...this is soooo good... and Thranduil is spectacular...a great bear indeed!

"I must take you this time, my love," says the king. "I do not think my body has fully recovered from your recent battering."

He then removes Glorfindel's clothes and turns him right round, ready to bend him over the bale underneath me. I'm sorry, my friend. If I could, I'd tell you all about the straw on your dick...!

It's then that I see it. Oh Eru... Glorfindel you...you...Oliphaunt! And the king took that up his arse?!!!

Well, if he can do that, and he even let you, then this is a match made in Valinor.

Glorel bel bends over and hisses as the hay pricks into his skin.

Oh dear...been there...done that...almost got a tattoo...

He lifts nd Tnd Thranduil lays his tunic over the bale...sweet of him....must tell Legolas next time he...

The king runs his hands down Glorfindel's sides, spreads his legs then runs his hands over the muscled buttocks. Thranduil's face is a picture of hunger and desire as he feels for my friend's opening with his thumbs. He prises the cheeks apart and massages the anus, and from where I'm lying it looks like he's pressing his thumbs inside....both of them.

Glorfindel squirms a bit and Thranduil reaches down to his leggings and retrieves a small container of something.

The king scoops out a generous dollop of the jar's contents then pushes two coated fingers inside Glorfindel's lovely arse. He massages my friend's anus as Glorfindel grunts and moves his backside up to meet the intrusion. Three fingers go in. He'll need them from what I've seen of Thranduil, for the king's cock is very thick and right now looks red and angry as it presses against his stomach. Glorfindel groans in pleasure and Thranduil smiles.

"Mmmm... sweet Glorfindel... such a delectable arse, ove.ove..."

I am suddenly aware of my cock which is hard again, and I silently reach down to undo my leggings.

Thranduil backs away a little and slowly feeds his substantial organ into my friend's waiting channel as I move my body over slightly and grip my own shaft and begin to stroke gently. Glorfindel grips the bale with both hands and I bite my lip again as Thranduil pushes home. My breathing speeds up as the king thrusts firmly in and out of Glorfindel's welcoming hole, gripping his hips fiercely, and I can hear the dual grunts and moans beneath me. I close my eyes as I feel the pressure build, then look down again as the king pierces Glorfindel with unremitting vigour, pounding into him below as I toss myself off above.

"Lift up my love," the king says and Glorfindel raises his hips slightly as Thranduil moves a hand under the beautiful body beneath him and rhythmically strokes Glorfindel to completion.

The king lifts his head and closes his eyes, and after a few more fierce but erratic thrusts, roars loudly as he spills his semen into Glorfindel's rectum and my friend cries out in bliss.

I come silently, whispering the prince's name, and watch as the two glorious elves beneath me embrace on top of the hay, sated and happy.

And I don't feel like a voyeur for, as warmth and tenderness fills my soul, I feel I have experienced this with them. I start to dream of Legolasin win when I hear more movement below me as they dress. Then they extinguish most of the lamps and walk towards the stable door...

"Oh, and Carandol, my son sends his regards and hopes to see you after he has located the Galadhrim."

How does he do it? I'm just lying here minding my own business...well their business really...

Wait...who's this? Another two elves enter the stables before I have a chance to remove myself.

Are they taking bookings for these stalls, or what?

One of the elves pulls another into the stable and I recognise Anghathel as he is pressed against the wall.

And I can just make out the back of the elf who is doing the pressing.

I see the long, fine blonde hair.

The tall physique.

The... golden tunic...?!

No...no...please no....

This can't..oh..oh no...not Legolas...my Legolas...Oh, how could he...No, he wouldn't do this...But he's there...below me...with another...

...am I not enough?

In my distress I leap from the hayloft, tears already streaming down my face, and run blindly towards the barracks.

I can't go back inside the palace...I...

Pack, I must pack my things. get get away...can't face him...not after this...

I run into the dormitory and throw my things hastily into a bag and then realise that I need my horse. I'll have to go back to the stables. But it doesn't matter now...I've already seen them...together.

As I approach the stables Haldir and the Galadhrim are preparing to leave. Perfect.

"Take me with you," I say to Haldir and he looks at my tear-stained face in surprise.

"Carandol...whenever I see you, you're leaking from some orifice or other," he says trying to make light of my appearance.

"Please. Don't," I say and suddenly Haldir hugs me in genuine concern and I start to cry again.

"I'm sorry, little one. Has someone hurt you?"

I nod, but say nothing.

"Come then, if you wish to leave. I will take care of you." He turns to the gathered Galadhrim. "Mount up. We ride for Lothlórien."

* * *

TBC in the Golden Wood...

Notes:

Limericks...courtesy of me.

*Mithlond - another name for the Grey Havens.

**The story of Beren and Luthien comes originally from "The Lay of Leithian" and is also included in story form in "The Silmarillion" by Tolkien

*** "The Song of Nimrodel" is an ancient story in song form and sung by Legolas to the Fellowship in Lothlórien in "The Lord of the Rings" by Tolkien, of course.

**** Traditionally, feminine Shire names were taken from flowers, and these are all wild flowers found in the U.K.

Sebastian