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.

Orophin sat down on the ground for a moment. He was feeling more tired than he should have been feeling. He hoped Lord Celeborn had remembered to tell Rumil he was on guard that evening, but he had a feeling something was wrong. He sighed quietly to himself as he hoped Rumil was neither making a fool of himself nor getting himself into a lot of trouble.

Most of all, he hoped he would understand when they faced each other again.

A slight breeze rustled the leaves above his head and brought him back to his duties. Standing, he straightened his clothes and tried to concentrate. He still had a job to do. His problems and Rumil’s would need to wait.

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Thranduil was fast asleep on the bed when Haldir emerged from the bathroom dried off and redressed. He was glad of that. As much as he enjoyed their time together until now, he needed some time alone. He quickly brushed out his hair and made for the door, deciding not to rebraid it until morning. He slowly opened the door and slid out, keeping his eyes on his sleeping lover until the door was shut.

Reaching the road, he took on his normal pace again. He wasn’t sure where he wanted to go just yet, so he walked on looking around at the candle lit windows and doorways he passed. He came to the talan of his brothers, and noticed it was strangely unlit. He shrugged and continued to walk, figuring they were out riding or tormenting someone.

Some time had passed as he walked, nothing of any real substance passing through his mind. He kicked small stones off the road every now and then, but was growing bored of the game. He stopped and looked up, only now realizing that he had made his way to where Legolas was staying for the duration of his visit. The lights glowed softly from inside his room, so he decided to check on the prince. He knew his visit would probably be an unwelcome one, but he desired to rest his eyes on the beauty of the prince either way.

He slowly approached the door and raised his fist to knock, but hesitated. He remembered that night and the empty wine glass, the snobbish way Legolas had passed him off. Butterflies kicked up in his stomach. He didn’t want to be rejected in that manner again. ‘At least this time it will not happen in front of most of Lothlorien,’ he told himself.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the thick door. No one responded. After a moment, he tried again. Something felt strange to him when his second knock was again met with silence. Before he thought about what he was doing, he tried the door. A soft glow streamed through the opening to meet him.

“Legolas?” he called. “Are you in there?”

There was no response. Haldir pushed the door open and stepped inside. He was shocked to see the room was a mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, hanging off of chairs, crumpled on the bed and the floor. His quiver had toppled from a table, arrows spilled across the ground. He stood looking around for a moment.

“Legolas?”

Again, no response. He stepped backwards and made his way for the door again, closing it behind him. He giggled a little at the thought of Legolas being a slob. It was definitely not what he expected of a prince. He walked a few feet away shaking his head.

But he stopped. He glanced back at the heavy door, picturing the mess beyond it, a strange feeling taking him over.

‘I believe Legolas is about to have a change of heart.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Nothing, it is just a thought, dear brother.’

‘No, he would not!’ Haldir thought back to the short conversation between himself and Rumil, not wanting to believe that he was up to something. But he could not shake the feeling. ‘He would never do anything to the prince!’ he tried to convince himself.

Then he thought about himself hanging from a tree by his ankles…

“Rumil! What have you done?! Where are you?!”

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His head was swimming. Rumil stood before the prince and stared at him, his torn shirt hanging from his body and revealing a slightly muscled chest. His eyes slowly moved down the length of his body. No matter how hard Legolas tried to stand tall and pretend this was doing nothing but angering him, his body betrayed him. Rumil was not expecting to see that bulge in his pants, and now was lost for thoughts on what to do next. Pleasuring the prince had not been in the game plan.

He looked around him, hoping to see Orophin running towards them, hoping his older brother would save him. He gulped at the thought. Save him. He was scared, and he had no choice but to admit it. It was he alone that had lured the prince here, he who tied him to a tree, and he who had torn his shirt open. He was in serious trouble and he knew it. Panic was setting in. He turned from the prince and began pacing back and forth. What to do now? If he let him go, he would run straight to Lord Celeborn or worse yet, to Thranduil. But if he didn’t let him go… every second more and every action he made from here out was going to get him into deeper and deeper trouble. A lose-lose situation.

“Admit it, Rumil; you have failed at whatever you were trying to do.” He stopped pacing and looked over at the prince, now smiling smugly at him but still trying to loosen his arms from the ropes.

“Have I?” Rumil stood tall. He was in trouble anyway, and the little brat was not going to change his ways. So why not have a little fun? He walked back to the prince, undoing the lace in his tunic as he walked. Legolas’s body stiffened as he watched the young Silvan pull it up over his head, dropping it to the ground as he continued to slowly stalk towards him. But he couldn’t help letting his eyes wander to the bare chest of the elf tormenting him. His broad shoulders and muscled chest…

Legolas shivered and tried to keep from smiling.

Rumil stopped inches from his captive and looked into his eyes. There wasn’t an ounce of fear there. For some reason, that relaxed him a great deal.

“Dear prince, I may have failed at my original plan, but that is only because…” he reached between Legolas’s legs and cupped his elfhood, smiling at the gasp this brought forth from him. “… you are enjoying it.”

“Do not flatter yourself.”

“Me? Flattering myself?”

“Yes. It appears you are enjoying it, too.”

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Haldir made his way down the road and past his own talan. He wasn’t sure where to find his youngest brother, but he knew he needed to find him soon.

“Lord Celeborn?”

Celeborn stopped and turned on the steps, looking towards his panicked marchwarden. “Haldir? What is it? Is something wrong?”

“I do not know, my lord. Have you seen Rumil?”

“Not since dinner. Oh, I had promised Orophin to tell him he would not be joining him this evening! It slipped my mind.”

“Where is Orophin?”

“Filling in for you on guard, of course.”

Haldir stood for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. Without thinking, he turned and ran off towards where he suspected Orophin would be. “Haldir!”

He turned quickly. “I am sorry, my lord, I…”

“Never mind, Haldir. What is going on?”

“I am not sure. That is why I must speak with Orophin.” He bowed slightly before turning and running off. Celeborn stood and watched after him for a moment before shaking his head and going inside.

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Orophin turned quickly, hearing someone approach from behind them. He had just sent one of his elves to pass a message to another group of guards and was taken aback by the sight of his older brother approaching, panting slightly.

“Haldir?”

“Orophin, where is Rumil?”

“I do not know. I would imagine in our talan.”

“Nay, he is not there. And Legolas is not in his talan, either. Aside from that, it is a mess.”

“You broke in to Legolas’s talan?!”

Haldir cocked his head. “Broke in? Of course not! The door was… unlocked. I was just checking on him… Orophin that is not the point! I need to find Rumil!”

“I do not know where he is, brother. We had plans but…”

“Yes, I know. And Lord Celeborn forgot to tell him you were filling in for me tonight.”

Orophin’s eyes grew wide. “I… I… oh, no.”

“Orophin! What is he up to?”

“We… oh… he wanted to teach Legolas a lesson and I was going to help.”

“What kind of lesson?”

“A harmless one! Really, Haldir, we were not going to hurt him!”

“Tell me the plan, then.” Haldir stood so close to his brother now that their noses almost touched.

Orophin swallowed hard and tried to force a smile. But the fire in his brother’s eyes told him he meant business. “Rumil… he was going to lure Legolas into the glen and I was going to sneak up and tie him to a tree.”

“Then what?”

“Then… I do not know. It was Rumil’s game from there.”

“And what is the reasoning for this childish ploy?”

“Legolas… he has… taken a few liberties with Rumil. He only wanted him to stop and maybe… get him to not be such a twit for an hour or so.”

Haldir backed away from his brother, Orophin relaxing his shoulders and sighing in relief that his much larger brother did not pummel him on the spot.

“You meant to aid him in this?”

“Yes. But, Haldir, Legolas is such a… a… I do not know. He is just a snob.”

“I am aware, but it does not make this act alright.”

Orophin sneered at his older brother. “Jealous you did not think to tie him up first, brother?”

Haldir’s mouth fell open in shock. Without even realizing what he was doing, his fist made perfect contact with his brother’s right eye. Orophin yelped and fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. A few of the other elves, shocked by the actions of the marchwarden, stepped forward, although very unsure of what to do. Haldir looked up at them and frowned. “Do not trouble yourselves. Just pick him up and get him back to work.” Turning on his heels, he walked off towards the glen he suspected Rumil to be playing in.

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Legolas could not believe this was happening. He desired this, but did not at the same time. He had wanted to be the one taking advantage of Rumil, not the other way around. After all, he was a prince. It was not supposed to work this way.

A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Rumil had pressed his body against his, their stiff groins rubbing together through the two layers of material between them. Rumil smiled at Legolas as he continued to torture his nipple with his fingers. The prince’s head was as far back against the tree as he could get it, eyes closed and mouth open.

Rumil leaned in and ghosted his lips over the prince’s. Legolas opened his eyes, watching him as he hovered there. It took everything in him to not spill himself on the spot, but he did not want give this demon the satisfaction.

He continued to watch, occasionally making an effort to loosen the ropes, but not really wanting to free himself. Rumil stepped back, releasing the fully tortured and erect nipple. He had to admit, this was not so bad. It had been some time since he had been with another, and did not plan to take the prince. But things may change. Reaching out his hand, he rested it on Legolas’s hip, feeling the tight skin quiver at his touch. Gently, he rubbed him, sliding his hand up onto the bare stomach, his fingers gliding over top of his pants. Legolas shifted himself in his binds, growing more and more uncomfortable as the moments wore on.

Rumil slid his hand under the material slightly, savoring the slow moan escaping his new friend. Fidgeting with the ties, he loosened his pants and moved in closer to him again.

“I do believe this is a new sort of torture for me. Is it new for you?”

“Being tied up and teased?”

“Mmm.”

He smiled playfully. “Of course not. Although I am not usually the one tied up.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And I still say you would look better stripped naked and tied to my bed, my dear.”

Rumil laughed. Quickly, he leaned in and licked the prince’s lips, then smiled. “That does not sound like as much fun as this.”

He stepped back and eased the prince’s pants down, exposing his body to him. The prince stiffened and pushed back into the tree. Rumil moved his hand down to Legolas’s stiff member, using his other hand to open his own pants and wrap around his own. He lightly grazed a finger over the underside of his captive’s hard penis, forcing a hiss from him. Tracing a circle at the tip, he raised some of the already leaking fluid to his lips and tasted it.

“Mmm. You don’t taste nearly as spoiled as you act!”

“Maybe…” Legolas panted, trying with all of his might not to spill himself. “You need… to take… a better taste.”

Rumil smiled knowingly. This was far beyond anything he planned, but he no longer cared as he fell to his knees before the prince. He licked more of the fluid from the head before leaning in to his body. Legolas flinched in anticipation as he felt Rumil’s hair on his cock and the soft kisses being left across his abdomen. He wanted so badly to grab the elf by those silver locks and shove his cock into his mouth. But he gave in to his binds and tried to control himself.

Moving from his abdomen and stomach, Rumil pushed his hands between Legolas’s backside and the tree as he leaned in and slowly took him into his mouth, moving at a tormenting pace as he began to swallow him whole.

“Rumil!”

He released his penis from his mouth and pulled his hands away as he quickly turned his head. They both gasped out loud seeing Haldir sliding down the hill.

TBC…