The Boon

Title: The Boon
Author: TICS
Rated: NC17
Genre: Romance, AU, Slash
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas
Summary: Legolas is sent by his father to Elrond of Imladris as part of an agreement to cement relationships between the two realms.
Disclaimer: I own nothing that anyone might consider to be of any value.


A/N: Requested by MDarkdreamer, who threw the bunny at my feet. The bunny was covered in super glue...it wasn't my fault.

Note: //____// indicates a flashback. *____* indicates italics.


The Boon, Chapter Six


Weeks had passed since Legolas had carried the terrified young Man-child into the House of Elrond. The Adan, dubbed "Estel" by Legolas, was young, younger even than the Elves had first thought, having not long before celebrated his second birthday. In the beginning he had wept and cried for his mother, but as time passed he cried less and less and, with the resiliency of youth, quickly gave his trust and love to the Elves. His favorite among them by far was the beautiful raven-haired daughter of Elrond, in whose company he was often found, cradled on her lap. Arwen's heart had been touched by the plight of the young Man-child, and had graciously stepped in to care for him.

Legolas and Erestor also spent long hours with the Adan. As Erestor taught the young one their language, so did Legolas have the opportunity to study the boy. He found young Estel fascinating - a worthy distraction from his own worries - and allowed the small human child a place in his heart. It was Legolas who fashioned a tiny bow for the boy, and gave him a small quiver of blunted arrows with which to play. If Estel was not clinging to Arwen's skirts, then he was surely to be found in the company of the Wood Elf.

Legolas welcomed the company of the Adan, for the boy took his mind off his insecurity concerning his relationships among the Elves of Elrond's House. Praise had been heaped on Legolas' shoulders for taking up his bow along side Glorfindel when the Orcs had attacked so close to Elrond's city, and his husband's eyes had glowed with pride, warming Legolas' heart. And yet Elrond did not come to him nor give Legolas any indication that the Elf Lord wished their relationship to be anything other than what it had been thus far, the symbol of the union of realms. Legolas sought to fill the loneliness in his heart with the company of the small Adan.

One afternoon, after nearly two months had passed, Legolas sat in the gardens that separated the House of Elrond with the Healing House. Surrounded by the beauty of the thick foliage and sweet-smelling flowers, his thoughts drifted once again to Elrond. Legolas found that he was longing for the Elf Lord's touch, becoming desperate for it, craving it in a way he had never before wanted anything. Alone on those nights when reverie escaped him, he would wrap his arms around his pillow imagining it to be the strong chest of his husband. Invariably, Legolas would dissolve into silent tears, feeling alone and unwanted. He felt those tears threaten again, even in the garden which had before always given him solace, and swallowed hard, unwilling to show openly that which tormented him.

Soft footfalls caught his attention and he turned on the white stone bench to see Elladan and Elrohir approaching him. He quickly turned away, not wishing the twins to see the tears that had filled his eyes and give them new ammunition to use against him. He had successfully avoided them since that uncomfortable meeting in the dining hall the morn after he had first arrived in Imladris, and had no wish to trade words with them, or feel the sting of their accusations.

"Why do you seek to cause our father pain?" Elrohir asked of the Wood Elf as he and his brother stopped before Legolas, looking down at the golden head which refused to look up at them.

Legolas remained silent, although his body tensed. He would take little more from these two, of that he was certain. Husband's children or not, he would not suffer himself to bear their snide comments or abusive treatment any longer.

"He needs you...do you not see that?" Elrohir continued quietly, kneeling down next to the bench.

His brother joined him on his knees, the two Elf Knights reaching to take Legolas' hands in their own. "Legolas...we were wrong," Elladan whispered. "If there is forgiveness in your heart, then please, we beg of you to bestow it upon us. If not, then we will not trouble you with our presence again...but please do not withhold your love from our father because of our ill-conceived words and deeds."

Legolas looked up sharply at the faces that knelt before him, so like their father's face. The gray eyes that looked back into his own held no malice...only sadness for the pain they had caused. "What trickery is this?" Legolas asked softly, scarcely able to believe the twin's change of heart.

"Perhaps we deserve your mistrust...we have been less than accomodating since your arrival. Understand that it was only the memory of our mother that caused us to fear you, and lash out at you. We realize now that that fear was both misplaced and unwarranted, and that no matter who our father had chosen, our reaction would have been the same," Elladan confessed, his gray eyes soft with his repentence. "It was Erestor who finally tore the caul from our eyes and let us see ourselves for what we were...a pair of hypocrites who lashed out at someone who'd no hand in our troubles."

Legolas looked from one identical face to the other, searching for some sign that this was a hurtful prank...that these two sons of Elrond meant not what they said, but he could find none. He knew not what Elladan meant when he referred to himself and his twin as hypocrites, but felt it not his place to inquire. Whatever deeds they had done that needed to be atoned for would remain between them and their father.

"Do you care for our father?" Elrohir asked, a soft, almost sad smile on his lips. "We know that you do...we can see it in your eyes as they follow him. Why do you not go to him? Is it because of us?"

"Nay...if I thought that he wished for me, no Elf would keep me from him," Legolas answered, his eyes again filling with tears. "But he has given me no indication that he wishes for my company, other than in the dining hall. I will not force myself on him."

Elladan and Elrohir smiled and exchanged a knowing look. "Legolas...it is he who feels that he would be forcing you to share his company. He wants you...for we can see the longing in his eyes as he watches you, also. You must go to him, for he will never ask it of you."

Legolas eyes took on a far-away look through the blur of tears that misted them. "He said that. He said nearly those very words the night he..." A blush colored Legolas' cheeks and he cast his eyes down, unwilling to continue his train of thought.

The twins smiled again, knowing the reason Legolas did not finish his statement, and liking him for it. He would not speak of their shared intimacy in front of Elrond's sons. He would spare them that.

"Go to him, Legolas. Tell him that you want him...that you care for him. He needs you. Make him happy," Elladan said. "And when the time comes and you find yourself upon the blessed shores of Aman, make our mother happy as well."

Looking up once again, his tears escaped his control and Legolas found himself in the warm embrace of the brothers, his heart freed from its sorrow by their words and their welcome, however late it was in coming.

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Anor had long set and the stars had winked on, Elrond's House falling silent and still as night blanketed the hills and valleys of Imladris, when Legolas finally felt himself ready.

He had clothed himself in a deep forest green robe, its soft velvet folds falling gracefully to his feet. No underlay stood between the richness of the fabric and his skin, and the material of the robe caressed him with its warmth. Still, he had chosen it for its color, not its richness...it was the color of the forest and reminded him of his homeland. Falling down his back in a sheath of vibrant gold, his hair was free of braids, soft and freshly washed.

Summoning his courage he left his chambers, padding barefoot down the long hallway, pausing only when he reached those of the Master of Imladris. Tonight he would know the answers to the questions he had been asking himself nearly since his arrival in Rivendell. Tonight he would learn if Elrond wanted him as a husband in the truest sense of the word, or simply as a figurehead. With all of his heart, Legolas hoped the answer would be the former.

Something odd had happened over the past few weeks that Legolas had not been aware of, and it had only been his conversation with Elladan and Elrohir in the garden earlier that day that had forced it into the light of his consciousness. Legolas had fallen in love with his husband.

It had begun the night he had arrived in Imladris and Elrond had shown such care and tenderness in their marriage bed. Thereafter, slowly, almost unnoticed it had been growing steadily since, bolstered by each small kindness shown him by the Elf Lord. Looking back, Legolas could not put his finger on the exact moment when he had lost his heart to the Elf Lord, but the fact of the matter remained that Elrond held it. Tonight, Legolas was determined to find out whether Elrond might hold him in the same stead.

All thoughout his bath and careful dressing he had searched for the words that he wished to say to his husband...the words that would convey his feelings and wishes. Each word had been drug from the depths of his heart and yet each one rang in his own ears as lacking. He feared that they would fail to convey how very much Elrond had grown to mean to Legolas, and yet...they were all he had.

He shivered, not from a chill but from a flutter in his heartstrings, then knocked softly on the heavy oak panel of Elrond's chamber door. When his knock went unanswered, he thought that perhaps his preparations had been in vain; that Elrond was occupied elsewhere. Turning to leave, he had taken a step back toward his own chambers, his heart as heavy as his step, when the creak of the door's hinges called his attention.

Spinning on his heel he found himself standing face to face with the Lord of Imladris, but his tongue betrayed him and he stood mute.

"What need have you of me, Legolas?" Elrond asked softly, noting the beauty of the Prince and forcing his hands to remain at his sides. If he had been a lesser Elf, he would have seized the younger and flung him into his bed...but Elrond would not give in to his temptations. He had given his word to his young husband that he would not force his attentions upon him, and he would die before allowing that pledge to suffer.
Yet hope suddenly burned hot in his ancient heart at the sight of his husband at his bedchamber door.

"I...I..." Legolas stammered, his wide blue eyes locked with the gray eyes of his Lordship. Finally, Legolas' body did what his tongue could not, and he flung himself into Elrond's arms, pressing his lips to those of the Elf Lord.

Instantly wrapping his arms around Legolas' slender waist, Elrond stepped back, bringing the Wood Elf with him, swinging the chamber door shut behind them with his foot. Legolas had come to him. These were Legolas' lips crushing his, Legolas' hands threading themselves through his hair. Legolas' body pressing against his own. Legolas had come to him and was making his wishes known, and his soft lips and darting tongue as it breached Elrond's own lips told the Elf Lord all he needed to know. Legolas wanted him.

In a flurry of fingers, Legolas' robe was slipped from his shoulders, as was Elrond's own dressing gown, the two Elves left standing with nothing between them but air. Legolas captured Elrond's face between his hands, kissing him deeply, unwilling to sever the kiss even when his lungs began to ache.

Elrond laughed softly, breaking the kiss and pulling away from his husband for a moment. He stroked Legolas' cheek as his eyes roamed over the Wood Elf's fair face. "You came to me," he whispered, his eyes shining with feeling.

"Aye...Elrond...it was my intention to come here to tell you of my heart's want of you...but I have not the words to express it...no words strong enough, or bold enough, or great enough to tell you how much you have come to mean to me," Legolas whispered, running his thumb over Elrond's lips. He let his hands drop to Elrond's chest, laying his palms flat over Elrond's heart, closing his eyes and feeling the strong beat within the Elflord's chest that mirrored his own. "I love you, Elrond," he finished simply, hoping that the Elf Lord would understand.

Elrond's eyes misted, and he pulled his husband close again, burying his face in the halo of Legolas' silken hair. "I think you have chosen your words very well, Legolas," he said, his voice cracking with emotion. He tipped Legolas' face up to his own and kissed him again, softly at first, then deeper, willing the Elf in his arms to feel what lay buried in his own heart...although he could not bring himself to utter the words. Not yet.

Elrond's kiss left him breathless, as did his husband's sweet acceptance of his confession. That Elrond had not returned his sentiments verbally had not gone unnoticed by the Wood Elf, but he chose to ignore it, instead pressing himself into Elrond's strong arms, desperate for his touch.

"Elrond...love me, please," Legolas whispered, his lips moving against those of the Imladris Lord. The raw need in his voice suprised even himself. "Love me, if only for this night."

Silently, Elrond led Legolas to his bed where the broad expanse of starched white sheets and heavy brocade coverlets awaited. Laying the Wood Elf back on the soft, down-filled mattress, the Half-Elven stretched himself along his side, one leg thrown over Legolas' legs. He slid his hand over the taut muscles of the archer's belly, up over his broad, pale chest, his fingers trailing lightly over Legolas' silken skin. As his lips captured Legolas' once again his fingers brushed against the pebbled surface of a rose-colored nipple, rolling over the tiny nub at its center.

Legolas moaned into Elrond's mouth as the Elf Lord's fingers sent a shockwave from Legolas' chest to his groin. He could feel his husband's erection rubbing against his thigh, hard and hot, burning its way through his skin. Together with Elrond's tongue as it plundered his mouth, and his husband's hand pinching and teasing his nipple, the Elf Lord was coaxing waves of pleasure to ripple Legolas' skin.

Elrond left Legolas' mouth and kissed his way down the Wood Elf's chest, lathing both his nipples with his warm tongue, teasing them with his teeth. His young husband began to writhe beneath him, moaning his name. He loved the taste of the Wood Elf...it was more intoxicating than any wine, more rejuvenating than miruvor, more sustaining than lembas bread. It was the taste of life, pure and simple, and Elrond could not get enough. He licked, he suckled and he nipped, leaving trails of small dark marks over the delicate pale skin of his lover. His chest, his stomach, his inner thighs, all met with Elrond's lips and teeth. For each bruise drawn to the surface of Legolas' skin he received in return a gasp of pleasure from his husband, Legolas' fingers clawing at his back and shoulders, his body arching into his touch.

Legolas was lost in the sensations wrought by his husband's mouth as it scored repeatedly and unrelentingly against his flesh. Finally, he reached his breaking point...he could endure no more of Elrond's teasing. With a quick shove, his strength showing itself in the ease in which he executed the maneuver, Legolas flipped Elrond onto his back and straddled the Elf Lord.

His bright blue eyes were darkened by his lust, hooded, dangerous, as he looked down at the surprised Elf Lord. His pinks lips parted as his tongue peeked between them, wetting his lower lip, even as a growl rumbled in his chest.

Elrond gazed up with wide eyes at the young Wood Elf...suddenly his sweet, soft Legolas had been replaced by someone else - a warrior, strong and proud, had taken his place and he was looking at Elrond as though the Elf Lord were a conquest won in battle.

"Where?" Legolas asked through gritted teeth, his voice low and almost sinister in its pitch.

Elrond knew exactly what Legolas was asking, and he nodded toward the small table that stood at his bedside.

His eyes never left Elrond's as Legolas leaned over and felt blindly for the small vial that lay in a tiny pigeonhole of the table's design. Straightening once again, he opened the vial and poured it's contents over Elrond's turgid length, Legolas' hand following the viscous liquid, stroking and massaging it into the velvety skin of the Elf Lord's erection.

The bottle of oil was carelessly tossed to the side, unmindful of the mess it made on the brocade coverlet where it landed. Rising up onto his knees, Legolas positioned himself over Elrond's member, wrapping his fingers around it to steady the thick length, then slowly, painstakingly lowered himself, impaling himself on it. His eyes rolled back under closed lids and he sucked air in over his teeth with a soft hissing sound as he continued to press his buttocks down toward Elrond's thighs until the Elf Lord was sheathed fully within him. The discomfort of being filled without preparation did little but stir the flames of his desire until every nerve in his body seemed raw and pulsing.

With agonizing slowness, he began to ride his husband's erection, undulating his hips so that Elrond's shaft thrust deeply within his channel, hitting the Wood Elf's prostate with each movement. Moving faster, Legolas groaned, long and loudly, his buttocks clenching until he was rising and slamming back down, the firm flesh of his bottom smacking audibly againt the strong muscles of Elrond's thighs.

Elrond was lost. Completely and unadulteratedly lost in the experience. This was a side to his lover that he had not yet seen...this forceful, strong Elf who had taken command of their lovemaking. He could not help but moan as Legolas moved over him, his hands gripping the Wood Elf's hips, although in truth Elrond was merely holding on for the ride, for the wild Elf who sat atop him needed no urging from him.

Wild was the only word that Elrond could conjure that described Legolas at that moment...his head thrown back, his blond silky hair swaying, his eyes closed and his full lips parted, each muscle in his arms and chest and legs tensed...wild and beautiful. Elrond felt himself drawing close to his peak, and he reached between them and wrapped his fingers around Legolas' erection.

Legolas eyes flew open at Elrond's touch...he, too, had been so utterly enveloped by the moment that his husband's fist as it gripped him startled him. "Faster..." he groaned as his climax began to boil within his loins, his tone making it clear that his word was an order, not a request.

Elrond gladly complied, jerking his hand rapidly up and down over Legolas' erection, until the Wood Elf's back arched and his hips slammed down with more force than ever before, his orgasm ripping through him.

Elrond spilled deep and hard within Legolas' channel, unable and unwilling to control himself. He all but screamed with intensity of his orgasm, stars dancing behind his closed eyelids. He barely felt Legolas lean down over him, claiming his lips in a kiss that was sweet, loving, and proprietary.

Legolas continued to kiss Elrond, even as his husband's organ, which still lay wedged between Legolas' cheeks, began to soften. "Promise me," he whispered against Elrond's lips, "I would have your word that you will send for me when you have need of me..."

"Nay, I will not," Elrond responded.

With wide eyes, Legolas jerked his head back, stunned that his husband would refuse him, after...he felt his heart sink as the thought that he had displeased Elrond with his forcefulness burst into his head.

Elrond smiled softly and put a restraining hand on the back of Legolas' head, pulling his platinum-haired lover's beautiful face back to within reach of his lips. "I will not need to call you, for you shall already be here. You are my husband, my mate...your place is not only by my side at the dinner table, but in my bed. I wish nothing but for you to be here each night, warming my sheets and my heart." He lifted his head a bit and touched his lips to his husband's, then wrapped his arms around Legolas' back, pulling him close. "I will have your things brought here in the morning...from this moment on, this room is yours as well as mine."

TBC...

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HHS: Yes, the twin's relationship is a secret, although chances are that it will come to light soon. I would think that if you wanted to put down an archer, then the best way to go about it would be to belittle his skills...and Elladan would know that...thanks for reading!

Tiryaroofshadow: Yes, Erestor has been known to snarl at times...ask Glorfindel! I don't think that Elrond knows about the twin's little dark secret...although he may soon. And he probably won't be very pleased about it! Isn't little Estel cute? Too bad he's going to grow up soon into that smelly, scruffy old Ranger...thanks for continuing to read and reveiw!

Daphne: Thank you for reading and reviewing! Yes, I thought it was time that Aragorn made his appearance, and I wanted to show how far back his and Legolas' friendship went...

Daeomae: Thank you! Yes, I think Legolas' friendship with little Estel will grow quickly, although Elrond is not going to be very pleased when his charge hits puberty...and starts seeing Elrond's daughter in a whole new light.

Steph: *does the happy dance with her* Thank you! It means a lot to hear that you look forward to the next chapter! Sweetie, you don't have to tie me to anything...I'll put out chapters just as quick as I can anyway! :D

Dark: I know...he wasn't part of your challenge, but it seems that the story is taking on a life of its own...it wasn't supposed to go beyond three or four chapters, remember? Evidently, your non-drabble-length-writing-curse is contagious! :D