Elves Gone Wild
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-Multi-Age › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
5,212
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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A Slave to Your Beauty
Title: Elves Gone Wild – A Slave to Your Beauty
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairings: Rumil/Thranduil, Haldir/Legolas
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A Slave to Your Beauty
Rumil threw his hands up in despair as he looked around the gardens. He could not find Legolas anywhere. After being heard spying on Thranduil and their Lord’s coupling, they had all run away, scattering in differend directions. He hoped that either he or Haldir would succeed in finding the Prince before he came into the hands of other celebrating Elves. The thought made his stomach churn. How could he have lost Legolas? Thranduil would have his head on a skewer.
“Are you looking for something?” A voice asked from behind him. “Or someone, perhaps?” Slowly, Rumil turned around, eyes downcast.
“I…uh..”
“Where is my son?” Thranduil asked.
Rumil mustered up the courage to face Thranduil, but after doing so quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again for the king was wearing a crown of leaves and berries, but nothing else.
“I am looking for him right this moment, my Lord.”
“You *lost* my son?” Thranduil took one step forward, his emerald gazed burning through Rumil.
“He ran away, my Lord. But I assure you, I will find him.” The Galadhel stepped back at Thranduil’s sardonic, one-sided smile.
“Oh, I know you will,” said Thranduil. He grabbed Rumil’s arm, pulling him closer. “And I supposed you have already taken advantage of my Greenleaf?”
Rumil shook his head urgently. “Nay, my Lord. By my honor, I did not touch him.”
“What is your name?”
“Rumil.”
“Well, Rumil. I do not believe you. Two weeks alone, in the wilderness with one so fair and untouched…”
Rumil was still shaking his head. “I assure you, my Lord. Legolas is just as he was when I arrived in Mirkwood.” He could no longer distance himself from the king for he had walked backwards into one of the stairways that led to the gardens. He noticed that Thranduil’s grip was still tight around his upper arm.
Thranduil nodded. “Alright, I will believe you.”
Rumil closed his eyes, thanking the Valar as he exhaled deeply. But his relief was short-lived.
“And the next time you wish to watch me have sex, Rumil, I suggest you do not involve my son.”
The Galadhel’s eyes widened. “My, Lord, I did not intend….”
“Will you tell me now that you did not enjoy it?” Thranduil asked, his face so close to Rumil’s that the guardian could feel the king’s breath upon his flushed cheek. “Then I will know you are a liar.”
“I did not say I have not enjoyed it,” said Rumil, “only that I…” the guardian was cut off as the king’s mouth closed in over his own. Hands roamed his body, sliding under his jerkin and shirt.
“My Lord,” Rumil panted, “what about Legolas?”
“He is no Elfling, Rumil. He will return.” Thranduil said, kissing him a second time. Briefly, Rumil wondered if the king realized just *how* attractive his son was, that he might not be able to make it through to crowds to wherever he wished to go. Then a hand slid underneath the waistband of his leggings, easing his anxiety.
********
Unable to find his companions and afraid to go back and face his Adar, Legolas decided to take a walk around the city. He took his time admiring the sights, trying to ignore the sight of naked Elves partaking in strange activities and the persistent bump between his legs. He still did not understand why the noises they were making aroused him so. Occasionally, someone would reach out to grab him, but he would pull away and eventually be left alone.
Legolas’ heart skipped a beat as his eyes caught sight of the gardens. Strange flowers and beautiful statues, all glowing in the silver and gold lights as evening set in. Awe-struck, he proceeded down the nearest stairway. He was halfway down before he realized that he should find another way, for two Elves, humping furiously, lay entwined and blocking the path. He made his way to turn, but not before noticing the bejeweled hands caressing the other Elf’s body. He knew those rings and those hands. ‘Ada is very busy here,’ he thought. Then his eyes moved to the other Elf and he gasped—Rumil.
The feeling of surprise was just as quickly replaced with one of jealousy, anger and sadness. So he had thought of nothing but the chance to be alone with the gentle guardian, and there was Rumil writhing beneath his Adar! And to think he had thought Rumil was worried sick, looking for him…
A gentle hand pressing on his shoulder caused him to turn away from the seen. He looked into vaguely familiar, mithril eyes.
“Come with me,” said Haldir quietly. Casting one last, longing glance at Rumil, Legolas followed the older warrior.
Legolas followed Haldir silently—for he was still upset about seeing Rumil with his Adar—until they came to what he guessed was the Marchwarden’s talan. So distraught he was that he even paid little heed to the goings on around him.
“Welcome to my home,” said Haldir. He allowed Legolas to enter first. Taking of his jerkin and his boots, he watched the gloomy Mirkwood Prince. “You’ve become quiet.”
“I am sorry. ’Tis a bit too much for me to digest all at once,” said Legolas with a sad smile. “At least the noise doesn’t reach here.”
Haldir chuckled. “Aye. In fact, I can now understand why King Thranduil wanted you to stay home. Even Elves who are more experienced in matters of the flesh are usually shocked during their first Celebration. But you…” A look of discomforted washed over Legolas’ face, so Haldir decided to change the subject. “Would you like some tea?”
“Aye.”
As Haldir put the kettle over the fire, Legolas realized for the first time that the guardian was no longer wearing a top. He noticed also how tight his leggings were and how they flattered his backside. The prince had grown quite fond of Rumil and had hoped that he would be the one to introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh. But since Rumil preferred his adar, perhaps…
“Haldir?”
“Yes?”
Legolas swallowed audibly. “Would you teach me?”
“Teach you what?” Haldir asked with a laugh.
“The ways of love.” Haldir started at the seriousness in the prince’s voice.
“I would be honored, my Prince. Whenever you are ready, you may come to me and…”
“Now,” Legolas interrupted.
Haldir raised a questioning brow. “Now? But you have not even met with the Lord and Lady, and your adar—at least not officially,” he added with a grin.
“Ada is too preoccupied to even notice my presence, Haldir. And I don’t very much like being surrounded by sex and not knowing what it’s like.” He looked at with pleading eyes. “Please? I don’t think I want to do everything, tonight… just a little.”
Haldir walked up the prince, tilted his chin upwards with a gentle hand. “You need not beg for anything, lirimaer. I am a slave to your beauty, and I have wanted this since I’d first seen you in Mirkwood, weeks ago.” (lovely one)
Legolas’ gasp of surprise—he had not been aware of Haldir’s presence in Mirkwood—was drowned by Haldir’s mouth as the guardian’s lips covered his own.
Tbc….
Second part coming soon… hopefully tomorrow
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
List: www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves@yahoogroups.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairings: Rumil/Thranduil, Haldir/Legolas
Visit the website for more info about Elves gone wild, and check back often for latest polls, etc….
A Slave to Your Beauty
Rumil threw his hands up in despair as he looked around the gardens. He could not find Legolas anywhere. After being heard spying on Thranduil and their Lord’s coupling, they had all run away, scattering in differend directions. He hoped that either he or Haldir would succeed in finding the Prince before he came into the hands of other celebrating Elves. The thought made his stomach churn. How could he have lost Legolas? Thranduil would have his head on a skewer.
“Are you looking for something?” A voice asked from behind him. “Or someone, perhaps?” Slowly, Rumil turned around, eyes downcast.
“I…uh..”
“Where is my son?” Thranduil asked.
Rumil mustered up the courage to face Thranduil, but after doing so quickly dropped his gaze to the floor again for the king was wearing a crown of leaves and berries, but nothing else.
“I am looking for him right this moment, my Lord.”
“You *lost* my son?” Thranduil took one step forward, his emerald gazed burning through Rumil.
“He ran away, my Lord. But I assure you, I will find him.” The Galadhel stepped back at Thranduil’s sardonic, one-sided smile.
“Oh, I know you will,” said Thranduil. He grabbed Rumil’s arm, pulling him closer. “And I supposed you have already taken advantage of my Greenleaf?”
Rumil shook his head urgently. “Nay, my Lord. By my honor, I did not touch him.”
“What is your name?”
“Rumil.”
“Well, Rumil. I do not believe you. Two weeks alone, in the wilderness with one so fair and untouched…”
Rumil was still shaking his head. “I assure you, my Lord. Legolas is just as he was when I arrived in Mirkwood.” He could no longer distance himself from the king for he had walked backwards into one of the stairways that led to the gardens. He noticed that Thranduil’s grip was still tight around his upper arm.
Thranduil nodded. “Alright, I will believe you.”
Rumil closed his eyes, thanking the Valar as he exhaled deeply. But his relief was short-lived.
“And the next time you wish to watch me have sex, Rumil, I suggest you do not involve my son.”
The Galadhel’s eyes widened. “My, Lord, I did not intend….”
“Will you tell me now that you did not enjoy it?” Thranduil asked, his face so close to Rumil’s that the guardian could feel the king’s breath upon his flushed cheek. “Then I will know you are a liar.”
“I did not say I have not enjoyed it,” said Rumil, “only that I…” the guardian was cut off as the king’s mouth closed in over his own. Hands roamed his body, sliding under his jerkin and shirt.
“My Lord,” Rumil panted, “what about Legolas?”
“He is no Elfling, Rumil. He will return.” Thranduil said, kissing him a second time. Briefly, Rumil wondered if the king realized just *how* attractive his son was, that he might not be able to make it through to crowds to wherever he wished to go. Then a hand slid underneath the waistband of his leggings, easing his anxiety.
********
Unable to find his companions and afraid to go back and face his Adar, Legolas decided to take a walk around the city. He took his time admiring the sights, trying to ignore the sight of naked Elves partaking in strange activities and the persistent bump between his legs. He still did not understand why the noises they were making aroused him so. Occasionally, someone would reach out to grab him, but he would pull away and eventually be left alone.
Legolas’ heart skipped a beat as his eyes caught sight of the gardens. Strange flowers and beautiful statues, all glowing in the silver and gold lights as evening set in. Awe-struck, he proceeded down the nearest stairway. He was halfway down before he realized that he should find another way, for two Elves, humping furiously, lay entwined and blocking the path. He made his way to turn, but not before noticing the bejeweled hands caressing the other Elf’s body. He knew those rings and those hands. ‘Ada is very busy here,’ he thought. Then his eyes moved to the other Elf and he gasped—Rumil.
The feeling of surprise was just as quickly replaced with one of jealousy, anger and sadness. So he had thought of nothing but the chance to be alone with the gentle guardian, and there was Rumil writhing beneath his Adar! And to think he had thought Rumil was worried sick, looking for him…
A gentle hand pressing on his shoulder caused him to turn away from the seen. He looked into vaguely familiar, mithril eyes.
“Come with me,” said Haldir quietly. Casting one last, longing glance at Rumil, Legolas followed the older warrior.
Legolas followed Haldir silently—for he was still upset about seeing Rumil with his Adar—until they came to what he guessed was the Marchwarden’s talan. So distraught he was that he even paid little heed to the goings on around him.
“Welcome to my home,” said Haldir. He allowed Legolas to enter first. Taking of his jerkin and his boots, he watched the gloomy Mirkwood Prince. “You’ve become quiet.”
“I am sorry. ’Tis a bit too much for me to digest all at once,” said Legolas with a sad smile. “At least the noise doesn’t reach here.”
Haldir chuckled. “Aye. In fact, I can now understand why King Thranduil wanted you to stay home. Even Elves who are more experienced in matters of the flesh are usually shocked during their first Celebration. But you…” A look of discomforted washed over Legolas’ face, so Haldir decided to change the subject. “Would you like some tea?”
“Aye.”
As Haldir put the kettle over the fire, Legolas realized for the first time that the guardian was no longer wearing a top. He noticed also how tight his leggings were and how they flattered his backside. The prince had grown quite fond of Rumil and had hoped that he would be the one to introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh. But since Rumil preferred his adar, perhaps…
“Haldir?”
“Yes?”
Legolas swallowed audibly. “Would you teach me?”
“Teach you what?” Haldir asked with a laugh.
“The ways of love.” Haldir started at the seriousness in the prince’s voice.
“I would be honored, my Prince. Whenever you are ready, you may come to me and…”
“Now,” Legolas interrupted.
Haldir raised a questioning brow. “Now? But you have not even met with the Lord and Lady, and your adar—at least not officially,” he added with a grin.
“Ada is too preoccupied to even notice my presence, Haldir. And I don’t very much like being surrounded by sex and not knowing what it’s like.” He looked at with pleading eyes. “Please? I don’t think I want to do everything, tonight… just a little.”
Haldir walked up the prince, tilted his chin upwards with a gentle hand. “You need not beg for anything, lirimaer. I am a slave to your beauty, and I have wanted this since I’d first seen you in Mirkwood, weeks ago.” (lovely one)
Legolas’ gasp of surprise—he had not been aware of Haldir’s presence in Mirkwood—was drowned by Haldir’s mouth as the guardian’s lips covered his own.
Tbc….
Second part coming soon… hopefully tomorrow