Orchids in 'Lorien

“Are you sure you are ready? You have been through a lot, melethron nin. This can wait…” Despite the burning in his loins, Legolas did not wish to rush his lover into sex if he was not completely recovered.

“Nay, it cannot; you are leaving in the morning. I would feel you inside me once again, holding me close… neither of us bound as before. For that I am as ready as ever.”

Legolas could not resist the beautiful form that lay sprawled out on the bed, begging to me made love to in a way they have not done before. He threw the guard’s clothes back on the floor and crawled in between his legs. Supporting himself on his arms so as not to lay on his injured lover, the Prince lowered his lips onto those beneath him, swallowing Orophin’s moans as the underside of the Guardian’s cock brushed against his tunic. He took the hard length in hand, now leaning on one elbow, and began stroking it while his mouth moved to kiss along the Guardian’s jaw line.

Meanwhile, Orophin tugged on the laces of Legolas’ leggings and slipped a hand in to rub his stiff member. The Wood Elf hissed on contact, and softly bit the skin of his lover’s neck. “I want you naked, Princeling,” whispered the Guardian, giving Legolas’ crotch a firm squeeze.

Legolas complied, and rose from the bed yet again, impatiently divesting himself and tossing his clothes into a pile on top of Orophin’s before resuming his position between those long, spread legs as well as his assault on all the sensitive spots of the Silvan Elf’s body. The Prince’s skillful lips and hard teeth sucked and nibbled taut, pink nipples. His tongue slid down the length of Orophin’s torso, delving into an attractive bellybutton as if seeking entrance into his lover’s body. The guard shuddered violently and arched beneath him crying out first from the pleasure of it and then from the pain in his side caused by the sharp movement.

“Hush,” Legolas cooed, gently kissing shapely lips, “no more of that.” With that, the Prince lowered himself again, until his lips were only millimeters away from the Guardians straining erection.

“Saes,” Orophin begged, breathless. He closed his eyes and waited; drawing in a shaky breath when his cock was enveloped by a sudden, wet heat.

Legolas dragged his mouth up and down along the hard shaft, occasionally letting his teeth scrape it, but with a touch as delicate as that of a feather. Sometimes he would let his hand take the place of his mouth, stroking the length while his tongue played with Orophin’s sack.

A drop of cum fell from the Prince’s cock and onto his thigh, reminding him just how much he desired to possess Orophin’s body. He stopped his ministrations to turn his willing lover onto his side. Legolas spooned himself up behind the Guardian, every inch of their bodies touching, and tucked some loose strands of golden hair behind Orophin’s ear. He sucked on the tip of an exceptionally pointy ear, while his hand traced the curves of the Guardian’s sculpted body.

“Saes! Legolas… I want to feel you.”

Orophin bit his pillow from the pleasure caused by the feeling of being impaled by his lover’s flesh. He laid his hand on the outside of a leg that wrapped itself around him. Legolas’ tongue continued its onslaught, mercilessly lapping at the tip of his ear as the Wood Elf began to move. The bliss was so overwhelming that the guard could not even voice it. His body was struck with bolts of pleasure while the cock that filled him and stretched him to his limit struck his pleasure spot, and the tongue teased his ear, and fingers pinched his nipple.

The scent of Sandalwood invaded Legolas’ senses, making him even wilder with desire. It took all of his will to continue his gentle gestures of what he was beginning to think might be love towards his injured lover. He wrapped his fingers around Orophin’s cock, and the Guardian took his own hand from the Prince’s leg and, with it, held the one that stroked him.

“Amin mela lle…”

It was a whisper so soft it could have been mistaken for the rustling of the mallorn leaves outside. Yet Legolas knew, as he spilled his seed inside of Orophin, and as similar hot fluid covered both their hands, that he had not imagined it. Silently, he hoped it was just nonsense that fell from Orophin’s lips at the peak of ecstasy. The Prince thought it was too soon to confess such feelings, as he was still unsure about his own.

Feeling the hardening flesh withdraw from his body, Orophin turned onto his other side to face his lover. He kept quiet, hoping Legolas did not hear his involuntary declaration of love; and the other Elf’s silence eased his worry. All he felt was a light kiss upon the tip of his nose and a gentle petting of his arm before he drifted off to sleep.


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As Haldir wrapped the gray cloak of the Galadhrim around his shoulders, Legolas realized that he had never felt truly comfortable around him since the day the Marchwarden caught him and Orophin in the act. He wondered why, since Haldir had never said anything showing disapproval. In fact, he never said anything at all. Maybe that was the reason he felt strange around Orophin’s older brother: he had no idea how Haldir felt about their relationship. Legolas wished his loverld hld have accompanied them, but understood that he was not yet well enough to do so.

“My brother cares for you, Legolas of Mirkwood. I have never seen him as enthralled by anyone as he is by you.”

Startled, the Prince had to recollect before responding. “I care for your brother as well, Haldir of ‘Lórien.”

Sensing Legolas’ uneasiness, the Haldir decided to toy with him further, “I hope I am not mistaken in trusting that his heart is in good hands?” There was a hint of intimidation in the Marchwarden’s voice, and he arched a brow in expectation.

“Nay, Haldir. I will care for it as if it were my own.”

“I hope so.”

The two Elves wrapped their arms around each other in friendly embrace. After they said their goodbyes Legolas started walking away to join the others in the boats, but stopped and turned to Haldir once more. “Please, do keep an eye out for Orophin.”

“Aye, I will.”

Haldir sighed deeply as he watched the members of the Fellowship fade into the distance. He knew Orophin suffer greatly at his lover’s absence.

Tbc…

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Elvish

Melthron nin- my lover
Saes – please
Amin mela lle – I love you