Orchids in 'Lorien

Her charcoal colored hair and green gown flowed behind her as she strode quickly, but gracefully down the small hallway towards Orophin's bedroom. It had been two days since he was brought back from the borders after the attack, and thanks to his Elven healing ability, he was allowed to go home; with the instruction that he was to be confined to bed for the next few days. She set a bowl of vegetable soup on the table next to the bed and gave the recovering Elf a friendly smile, which he returned along with a quiet, "Thank you."

"There's more for everyone in the kitchen," announced the cheerful Elf-maiden before walking over to Haldir and placing a gentle kiss upon his lips.

"You will not stay awhile?"

"Nay, I cannot. We are visiting my grandparents today. I will see you tomorrow." With another quick kiss, she turned and left.

Legolas moved to a chair beside Orophin's bed, taking the bowl of soup in hand to feed him. The Silvan Elf insisted that he was capable of feeding himself, but Legolas would not hear of it. Meanwhile, Rúmil pushed Haldir out of the room and into the privacy of the kitchen. "You will tell me all about it later..." warned Haldir, as he was leaving. He wanted to know how Orophin had allowed himself to be captured by the Orcs, which Orophin claimed not to remember; but the Marchwarden did not believe it. He knew his brother was well enough to know when he was hiding the truth.

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"What are you going to do?" the younger Elf asked his brother while pouring them both some soup.

"About what?"

"Do not pretend to be so oblivious, you know of what I speak."

"I have not yet made a decision."

"You cannot live a double life, brother," Rúmil said as he placed two bowls on the table and sat down next to Haldir, "not only will you hurt those who care about you, you will end up alone."

"I know this. What do you suggest I do?"

"Whatever you feel is right, I suppose."

"Thanks, Rúmil. That helps tremendously." Haldir's voice was dripping with sarcasm.


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"So tell my the truth, how were you caught?" Legolas had noticed the lie as well.

"Will you tell my brothers?"

"Why should they not know?" Legolas wondered about the secrecy.

"They always accuse me of poor judgment. This would prove them right. Besides, it is embarrassing."

"Then I will not tell them. But I would like to know..."

Orophin took a deep breath, thinking of how he would begin. Legolas waited patiently. "My shift was over, and I wanted to be alone; so I went for a stroll down by the river." He paused for a moment, his eyes avoiding the Prince's. "I was thinking of you, and then I found this orchid...I became distracted."

"But could you not sense them coming? They are so loud and smell very foul...."

"I was too lost in the sensation."

"What sensation?"

Orophin sighed, "Princeling, I see you do not understand the nature of the distraction. I was using the orchid as you did the morning before..."

"Oh my." Legolas' cheeks reddened, as did Orophin's, at the confession. But the Wood Elf's expression quickly turned somber upon the realization that such a foolish act could have brought about the end of Orophin's life. "You must be more careful."

The guard nodded his agreement, and Legolas' lips pressed against his. A warm tongue sought entrance into his mouth, and he allowed it. Orophin marveled at his Princeling could be so gentle yet so intense. He closed his eyes, not expecting the kiss to end so quickly.

"Do you think you could use some freshening up?" Legolas asked.

"Why, do I smell offensive?"

Legolas laughed at the 'Lórien Elf's worried expression, "No, Orophin, you do not smell at all. I only thought it would make you feel better."

"YOU will cleanse me?"

"Unless you prefer that one of your brothers do it..."

"Nay I would rather you do it. But I would ask that you warm up the water."

"Yes, my Lord," said Legolas in a mocking tone as he left the room.


Some minutes later, Legolas returned carrying a basin of water, hot to the touch and scented with a few drops of sandalwood oil. He placed the bowl on the table, and helped Orophin take off his sleepwear. Once the Guardian was naked, Legolas leaned in to give him another quick kiss and wipe away a few stray strands away from his face.

The Prince reached into the water-filled container, wrung out a white washcloth, and brought it to his lover's forehead. Orophin closed his, letting the heat of the moist cloth wiping his face and neck relax him. He waited, listening to the sound of water dripping when Legolas would re-wet and wring out the rag after cleaning each of his arms. A satisfied groan vibrated within his throat when he felt the warmth placed against his chest, followed by a gasp when the soft material brushed against a nipple.

Legolas’ heart clenched the entire time, now seeing, up close, the scars and bruises that marred his lover’s body; but his blood boiled at the sight of the deep marks left by nails digging into the skin on his hips. He had not thought that Orophin had come so close to being raped. The Prince took extra care when wiping over the wounds.

A pale hand brushed against soft, curly hair when Legolas neared the guard’s nether regions. He was surprised to see that his lover’s penis was semi-erect, that he could be turned on so soon his horrible experience. He stopped there,ordeorder to re-wet the washcloth.

Orophin spread his thighs, allowing Legolas better access as he wiped the insides of his thighs. He opened his eyes only to see his shaft arching towards the heavens.

“Can you lie on your stomach,” Legolas asked when decided he was done with Orophin’s front.

“I think so. But there’s still one part you haven’t tended to…”

The Prince had been avoiding that part. He didn’t want to become aroused—he doubted that Orophin was in the condition to make love. He wrapped the cloth around the Guardian’s cock, giving it a thorough wipe from base to tip. Orophin chocked back a moan, longing for more but moving to turn around when Legolas was done.”

The Wood Elf noticed that his leggings were feeling tight as he continued, the wet cloth moving down the skin of his lover’s back before sliding it into the crevice between the guard’s buttocks. He pressed his fingers against the puckered opening, giving it a light tease and earning a moan.

Orophin turned back around, disappointed to see Legolas gathering his bedclothes to hand to him. “You do not want me?”

The Prince’s eyes were locked on the Guardian’s erection. “Of course I do. But the Healer said you cannot overexert yourself.”

“I would not,” argued Orophin, trying to sound convincing. “I could just lie here and relax, while you make love to me.”

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This scene will be continued in the next chapter ;-)