The Initiation
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White arrows
Title: The Initiation
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Archived: Adultfanfiction.net & Library of Moria
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 6 - White Arrows
Legolas awoke and found himself lying on another large rock. A giant tree grew beside it. He resisted the impulse to sit up. As he lay there, he spread his fingers across its surface. A thick covering of moss cushioned the flat expanse. The cool, green velvet felt soothing beneath his bare back. The overhanging tree shaded his face while the sun warmed his chest. Legolas marveled at how his position allowed him to enjoy both the sensations from the heat of the sun and cool of the moss while feeling a balanced warmth. He remembered to let his mind go while he lay quietly, enjoying where he was. He immediately became aware of the presence of another.
“Good, you understand,” Elrond spoke quietly while moving forward to become visible to the resting Elf.
Legolas’ gaze dropped down slightly from the kind face regarding him to the beautiful object held lightly in one of Elrond’s powerful hands. Elrond held out the white arrow for Legolas to see. The curious Elf reached out to touch it. “No,” Elrond said, withdrawing the arrow out of reach. “Not with your hands.”
rondrond ran the soft, feathered vanes of the arrow down Legolas’ stomach, lingering at his navel before moving lower. Faint whispering touches brushed lightly downward toward his Elven curls. The fine golden hair between his thighs looped and curled as gracefully as the Elven script.
Elrond placed the shaft of the arrow between Legolas’ teeth. “Feel this with your tongue,” he instructed. Legolas felt the shaft tentatively, lightly tonguing the smooth wood; a surprised expression crossed his face as he tasted sweet tree honey. “No questions, just feel!” Elrond silenced the questions about the wood forming in the young Elf’s mind. Once again Legolas focused on the taste. His tongue danced over the smooth wood, enjoying the feel of it, then wishing it were thicker and… Arousal pooled again in his loins as he suddenly found himself wishing to suck on the glistening heat of another’s body.
Elrond smiled as he took the arrow away from Legolas. The young Elf’s eyes clearly betrayed his yearning.
“That, too, will come in time,” Elrond reassured the young initiate, watching every move.
Elrond walked slowly over to where his bow rested against a tree. He lit the end of the arrow. In a sequence of moves too swift for Legolas to see clearly, Elrond fitted the arrow to his bow, aimed a fraction above the Elf’s head, and released. A faint whoosh of air and smoke marked the arrow’s passing, ended with the sound of metal on bark. Legolas did not need to lift his head to know the arrow was lodged above him. The arrow’s swift flight had extinguished the flame and left the shaft as an incense stick, burning slowly, releasing the fragrant scent of the white tree from which it was crafted. Its scent filled his lungs as it worked its way into him, relaxing and exciting him, moonset and moonrise within his soul.
Walking over to Legolas, Elrond drew the young Elf’s arms forward and folded them in front of him.
“Rest your chin on your hands. Watch me,” he instructed as he placed an assortment of herbs he had gathered in front of Legolas.
“Athelas you know,” he said as he crushed the plant, releasing its refreshing scent. “This forms the base that will relax you and heal your heart when you are troubled.” Elrond showed the wide-eyed Elf another herb with larger leaves and stronger scent. “And this will remind you.”
“Of what do you speak, Elrond?”
“That is yet to come,” Elrond said evasively as he added two other herbs to the mix. Finally he placed the crushed plants into a small bowl. He reached across and took some of the cooled embers that had fallen from the white arrow and sprinkled them into the bowl. Then he grasped one more plant.
“This is the last one,” he added as he held up a succulent Aloe. Peeling off the outer layer, he discarded the strips and let the thick juice trickle into the mix. The ingredients formed an exotic, fragrant oil.
“It smells familiar to me, yet I know it not,” Legolas marveled.
“As it should,” Elrond replied without further elaboration.
Elrond rolled Legolas onto his back and, holding the bowl, settled himself between the firm thighs of the waiting Elf. Setting the bowl to one side he dipped both hands into the mixture and rubbed them together to warm it slightly. He reached down gently and lavished the oil over Legolas’ Elven curls. Legolas closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. Elrond dipped his hands again, and this time brought his slick hands in contact with the young shaft, caressing it, nurturing its response. He felt Legolas’ arousal build as the penis swelled and firmed in his hands. The rise and fall of the young Elf’s chest increased and deepened. The Lord of Rivendell dipped his hands again before covering the round globes beneath the erect shaft.
Legolas felt his sense of smell and touch blend into an intimate dance of arousal that beckoned his response. As the rich oil was spread across his intimate areas he could feel it running sensuously between his thighs and down the valley of his buttocks. The oil seemed to have a heat of its own that merged with his own.
Elrond regarded the Elf’s slickened parts glistening in the moonlight.
“I need not look into the sky to behold the stars tonight,” Elrond whispered to Legolas. “It is a beauty that you will not see, but know it is a joy for all who will love you this way.”
Finally, Elrond used the last of the oil to smear on each of Legolas’ cheeks to ensure that the young Elf would associate the scent of it with what was to follow. Seeing the young initiate breathing deeply, Elrond spread the firm, young legs once again before pushing his own throbbing penis into Legolas’ heat. Gently, reverently, he began to rub deep within.
Legolas felt his thoughts dissipate as Elrond disabled his consciousness with the incessant strokes. Full, deep, satisfying thrusts, starting slowly, increasing, faster, pushing, pushing, building, masterful touch meeting desperate need. It felt so good, wanting to feel…more…more…
Elrond allowed his own release to fill the hungering Elf. Legolas felt the heated cream fill him deep within, setting off fireworks of sexual pleasure within him that would rival a wizard’s great display. He knew the heated liquid of Rivendell flowing within him would be glowing white like the beauty of Ithil. He could feel it work its magic through him, taking him completely. His felt his own load tingle as it welling within his body. Never before had he felt such fullness and such a desperate need to let go.
“Yes, let it come. Release it now,” Elrond encouraged, massaging the firm shaft deftly with the few determined strokes he knew it would take to complete the task.
Legolas threw his head back and cried out, helpless to quell the throes of his sexual release. He was still crying out as his body twitched and jumped from the final stage of the coupling. As he had at the end of their previous tryst, Elrond lifted the young Elf’s head again and made him watch the result of their union. Legolas stared in wonder as he watched his own release shoot forth; a glowing white stream shot across his muscled chest. Smiling, he looked up at Elrond.
“Yes, you have shot your first white arrows,” Elrond said proudly to the newly initiated Elf. “From now on you will always release like this. You have now reached your sexual maturity and may take or be taken by any other Elf thus matured, should you both desire it.”
Elrond rubbed a finger across the oil lingering on Legolas’ cheeks.
“This mix is now bound to you. You need only smell it and your body will remember this time. Use it if troubles distract you from pleasure. Teach those who care for you how to mix it.”
Epilogue
Archery practice had ended for the day. Rohrien carried a bow and quiver full of white arrows as he walked slowly to the edge of the forest with a group of Elves. Behind them they heard the soft footfalls of an approaching Elf. The group of Elves stopped and waited for Legolas to approach. As he reached them he turned to Rohrien.
“May I come with you this night?” Legolas asked hopefully.
Rohrien held out his bow and a white arrow.
“Can you shoot white arrows?” he asked.
Legolas ignored the bow as he took the white arrow in his hand. Turning it around so that the metal tip faced himself, he stepped close to the tall Elf before him and ran the vanes slowly up the inside of Rohrien’s thigh.
“In whom would you have me shoot them?”
“Come with us,” he said, taking Legolas by the hand as the group led him into the forest.
END
Well, it kind of leads on to Heart of a Warrior (Legolas/Faramir mega Smirk).
That is still a Smirk in the Works.
Author: Big Smirk
Beta: Mel A and Marie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Elrond
Archived: Adultfanfiction.net & Library of Moria
Disclaimer: LOTR characters not mine.
Feedback: Gawd yes! bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Chapter 6 - White Arrows
Legolas awoke and found himself lying on another large rock. A giant tree grew beside it. He resisted the impulse to sit up. As he lay there, he spread his fingers across its surface. A thick covering of moss cushioned the flat expanse. The cool, green velvet felt soothing beneath his bare back. The overhanging tree shaded his face while the sun warmed his chest. Legolas marveled at how his position allowed him to enjoy both the sensations from the heat of the sun and cool of the moss while feeling a balanced warmth. He remembered to let his mind go while he lay quietly, enjoying where he was. He immediately became aware of the presence of another.
“Good, you understand,” Elrond spoke quietly while moving forward to become visible to the resting Elf.
Legolas’ gaze dropped down slightly from the kind face regarding him to the beautiful object held lightly in one of Elrond’s powerful hands. Elrond held out the white arrow for Legolas to see. The curious Elf reached out to touch it. “No,” Elrond said, withdrawing the arrow out of reach. “Not with your hands.”
rondrond ran the soft, feathered vanes of the arrow down Legolas’ stomach, lingering at his navel before moving lower. Faint whispering touches brushed lightly downward toward his Elven curls. The fine golden hair between his thighs looped and curled as gracefully as the Elven script.
Elrond placed the shaft of the arrow between Legolas’ teeth. “Feel this with your tongue,” he instructed. Legolas felt the shaft tentatively, lightly tonguing the smooth wood; a surprised expression crossed his face as he tasted sweet tree honey. “No questions, just feel!” Elrond silenced the questions about the wood forming in the young Elf’s mind. Once again Legolas focused on the taste. His tongue danced over the smooth wood, enjoying the feel of it, then wishing it were thicker and… Arousal pooled again in his loins as he suddenly found himself wishing to suck on the glistening heat of another’s body.
Elrond smiled as he took the arrow away from Legolas. The young Elf’s eyes clearly betrayed his yearning.
“That, too, will come in time,” Elrond reassured the young initiate, watching every move.
Elrond walked slowly over to where his bow rested against a tree. He lit the end of the arrow. In a sequence of moves too swift for Legolas to see clearly, Elrond fitted the arrow to his bow, aimed a fraction above the Elf’s head, and released. A faint whoosh of air and smoke marked the arrow’s passing, ended with the sound of metal on bark. Legolas did not need to lift his head to know the arrow was lodged above him. The arrow’s swift flight had extinguished the flame and left the shaft as an incense stick, burning slowly, releasing the fragrant scent of the white tree from which it was crafted. Its scent filled his lungs as it worked its way into him, relaxing and exciting him, moonset and moonrise within his soul.
Walking over to Legolas, Elrond drew the young Elf’s arms forward and folded them in front of him.
“Rest your chin on your hands. Watch me,” he instructed as he placed an assortment of herbs he had gathered in front of Legolas.
“Athelas you know,” he said as he crushed the plant, releasing its refreshing scent. “This forms the base that will relax you and heal your heart when you are troubled.” Elrond showed the wide-eyed Elf another herb with larger leaves and stronger scent. “And this will remind you.”
“Of what do you speak, Elrond?”
“That is yet to come,” Elrond said evasively as he added two other herbs to the mix. Finally he placed the crushed plants into a small bowl. He reached across and took some of the cooled embers that had fallen from the white arrow and sprinkled them into the bowl. Then he grasped one more plant.
“This is the last one,” he added as he held up a succulent Aloe. Peeling off the outer layer, he discarded the strips and let the thick juice trickle into the mix. The ingredients formed an exotic, fragrant oil.
“It smells familiar to me, yet I know it not,” Legolas marveled.
“As it should,” Elrond replied without further elaboration.
Elrond rolled Legolas onto his back and, holding the bowl, settled himself between the firm thighs of the waiting Elf. Setting the bowl to one side he dipped both hands into the mixture and rubbed them together to warm it slightly. He reached down gently and lavished the oil over Legolas’ Elven curls. Legolas closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle touch. Elrond dipped his hands again, and this time brought his slick hands in contact with the young shaft, caressing it, nurturing its response. He felt Legolas’ arousal build as the penis swelled and firmed in his hands. The rise and fall of the young Elf’s chest increased and deepened. The Lord of Rivendell dipped his hands again before covering the round globes beneath the erect shaft.
Legolas felt his sense of smell and touch blend into an intimate dance of arousal that beckoned his response. As the rich oil was spread across his intimate areas he could feel it running sensuously between his thighs and down the valley of his buttocks. The oil seemed to have a heat of its own that merged with his own.
Elrond regarded the Elf’s slickened parts glistening in the moonlight.
“I need not look into the sky to behold the stars tonight,” Elrond whispered to Legolas. “It is a beauty that you will not see, but know it is a joy for all who will love you this way.”
Finally, Elrond used the last of the oil to smear on each of Legolas’ cheeks to ensure that the young Elf would associate the scent of it with what was to follow. Seeing the young initiate breathing deeply, Elrond spread the firm, young legs once again before pushing his own throbbing penis into Legolas’ heat. Gently, reverently, he began to rub deep within.
Legolas felt his thoughts dissipate as Elrond disabled his consciousness with the incessant strokes. Full, deep, satisfying thrusts, starting slowly, increasing, faster, pushing, pushing, building, masterful touch meeting desperate need. It felt so good, wanting to feel…more…more…
Elrond allowed his own release to fill the hungering Elf. Legolas felt the heated cream fill him deep within, setting off fireworks of sexual pleasure within him that would rival a wizard’s great display. He knew the heated liquid of Rivendell flowing within him would be glowing white like the beauty of Ithil. He could feel it work its magic through him, taking him completely. His felt his own load tingle as it welling within his body. Never before had he felt such fullness and such a desperate need to let go.
“Yes, let it come. Release it now,” Elrond encouraged, massaging the firm shaft deftly with the few determined strokes he knew it would take to complete the task.
Legolas threw his head back and cried out, helpless to quell the throes of his sexual release. He was still crying out as his body twitched and jumped from the final stage of the coupling. As he had at the end of their previous tryst, Elrond lifted the young Elf’s head again and made him watch the result of their union. Legolas stared in wonder as he watched his own release shoot forth; a glowing white stream shot across his muscled chest. Smiling, he looked up at Elrond.
“Yes, you have shot your first white arrows,” Elrond said proudly to the newly initiated Elf. “From now on you will always release like this. You have now reached your sexual maturity and may take or be taken by any other Elf thus matured, should you both desire it.”
Elrond rubbed a finger across the oil lingering on Legolas’ cheeks.
“This mix is now bound to you. You need only smell it and your body will remember this time. Use it if troubles distract you from pleasure. Teach those who care for you how to mix it.”
Epilogue
Archery practice had ended for the day. Rohrien carried a bow and quiver full of white arrows as he walked slowly to the edge of the forest with a group of Elves. Behind them they heard the soft footfalls of an approaching Elf. The group of Elves stopped and waited for Legolas to approach. As he reached them he turned to Rohrien.
“May I come with you this night?” Legolas asked hopefully.
Rohrien held out his bow and a white arrow.
“Can you shoot white arrows?” he asked.
Legolas ignored the bow as he took the white arrow in his hand. Turning it around so that the metal tip faced himself, he stepped close to the tall Elf before him and ran the vanes slowly up the inside of Rohrien’s thigh.
“In whom would you have me shoot them?”
“Come with us,” he said, taking Legolas by the hand as the group led him into the forest.
END
Well, it kind of leads on to Heart of a Warrior (Legolas/Faramir mega Smirk).
That is still a Smirk in the Works.