The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 81

Nervously Legolas sat on the end of his bed staring at his reflection in the mirror as Filgree knelt behind him and began brushing his hair having first showered him with sweet perfumes from Mirkwood. Legolas allowed the motion of the comb through his hair to sooth him a little, although his insides still twisted in nerves. He had not been so nervous when asking Glorfindel what he needed him to do but now having sat and actually thought about it for several hours it was all beginning to sink in. Not that he did not want to make love to Glorfindel, it was just the prospect of doing such an act that he feared the worst.

Filgree sighed as he felt the tension in the prince’s shoulders. Legolas had come to him in a state begging for him to explain what it was Glorfindel expected of him. It had come as a shock to the tutor to find Glorfindel wanting to have his first night with Legolas according to Gondolin traditions but never the less he did not think any less of the seneschal for the request. Filgree, knowing little about Gondolin’s traditions had called on the assistance of Lindar, the only other elf from Gondolin in Imladris that he knew of. Lindar had readily agreed to help and between them they had prepared both Legolas’ chambers as well as the terrified young elf as well.

Now though it was only Legolas and Filgree that remained sitting in the silent room awaiting Glorfindel’s arrival. Dressed in Lindar’s old silk Gondolin nightgown, with his hair flowing freely about him Legolas sat stiffly on the end of his bed staring at his reflection as if it was not his ownlgrelgree gently tried soothing Legolas with kind words but nothing it seemed compared to the fear of loosing one’s innocence. Finally after a long time of silence Legolas glanced back over his shoulder at Filgree, fear clearly showing in his eyes as he stared at his old tutor.

“I am afraid Filgree.” Legolas eyes swam with tears as he desperately searched his tutor’s eyes for any signs of comfort Filgree could offer. Yet Legolas found no comfort only sympathetic compassion and a proud gaze.

“What are you afraid of?” Filgree’s voice trailed off as Legolas lowered his gaze to his hands lying tightly entwined with his tutor’s.

“Everything.” Legolas’ whisper was almost as crushing as his saddened features were and Filgree tried hard to remain calm and supportive when all he really wanted to do was scoop his young charge up and protect him from everyone and everything. “I fear I don’t love him enough. I fear what will happen if he is not who I am meant to be with. I fear for his life and what will happen if he is taken from me in battle. I fear for a child which might come of our coupling and be forced to live like I have, afraid and weak. What if I do not satisfy him and he goes else where for his attentions. What if I am not the one and I cannot conceive as they are all assuming, what then will happen to us all? I can not bear this reasonability………….” Legolas was almost hysterical and was shaking uncontrollably in Filgree’s arms. Soothingly Filgree rocked Legolas back and forth in his arms as he had done many times before when Legolas had been young. The fears Legolas spoke of had become progressively worse as the weeks had drawn on from his binding with Glorfindel. Filgree had seen Legolas loosing weight again and his lack of enthusiasm. While Filgree was not sure on the specifics he knew that all of it was a culmination of the uncompleted bond between Legolas and Glorfindel. A bond was meant to cure all fears of this nature through shared understanding and love. Having put off making love until they had regained their strength had only served to cause Legolas more grief and hence he had come to this point of fearing for his very existence.

“Shh little one.” Gently Filgree spoke to Legolas in Sindarian hoping such familiarity would help sooth his charges fears. “These fears you speak of are not yours to worry over. Be still now and forget all those things ahead of you.” Las sas still whimpered uncontrollably into Filgree’s robe but his shakes had lesson considerably. “You can not predict the future little one, only the valar can change the course of what is still to come.” Filgree again rocked Legolas in his arms as the young prince began to calm a little from his hysterical state. “Enjoy this night Legolas, for it is a gift so special. Take comfort in your lover’s arms and drawn strength from his passion and love of you. Things will be clearer in the morning, just wait and see.” In his state Legolas did not hear the tapestry being pushed aside but Filgree however. Gl. Glancing up from the bundle in his arms Filgree stared at Glorfindel standing silently in the doorway dressed similarly to Legolas. The golden haired seneschal looked magnificent in the flicker of the firelight, every inch of him the proud Balrog slayer he was. Filgree could not have wished for a better mate for his charge and smiled distantly at the picture of true heroism that Glorfindel provided.

Slowly Filgree pried Legolas from his grasp and slid from the bed straightening out the coverlet as he stood. Legolas looked almost panic stricken as he watched his tutor walk the short distance over to where Glorfindel was now standing. Legolas could not seem to catch his breath and panted ungracefully as he caught Glorfindel’s attention and stared into the perfect emerald eyes of his lover.

“My lorFilgFilgree bowed respectfully to his friend before rising and smiling genuinely. “I wish you every happiness. Legolas is like a son to me and I hope you will still consider me a trusted friend now that I am relived of formal duties.” Glorfindel nodded understandingly already seeing the tears swimming in Filgree’s eyes as they embraced one another in a short hug. Stepping back from Glorfindel Filgree his his lip in an effort to stem his tears. Filgree knew it was cruel be he did not have the heart to look back at Legolas as he bowed once again to Glorfindel and left the room in silence. It was not until he was outside in the hallway that he let the chocked sob leave his lips and the tears begin streaming down his face……

*****(A/N SEE AUTHORS NOTES AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER) ********

……Glorfindel watched the tapestry swing closed behind the retreating figure of Filgree. In a way Glorfindel understood how upset the tutor was. Having cared for Elladan and Elrohir himself he knew how difficult it was to have to relinquish the bond formed during the elflings development. As yet Glorfindel and Erestor had not truly let Elladan and Elrohir go because neither of their charges had sought marriage but both tutors knew the day was coming. Although the twins were independent of them now the tutors still kept a protective watch over them like they had as elgs bgs but that would come to an end as soon as they bound themselves to another. Sighing heavily Glorfindel sent a sympathetic prayer to Filgree before taking a deep steadying breath and focusing his attention on Legolas.

Legolas sat cross-legged on the bed his hands twisting nervously in his lap and his face hidden behind the curtain of his golden hair. Glorfindel smiled wistfully at the beauty of his lover admiring the way the thin Gondolin spun silk clung to the youth’s slender body. Glorfindel spared only a moment to wonder where the night robe had come from but decided it not important enough to question until later.

Flicking his own freely flowing hair back behind his ear Glorfindel stepped up slowly to the end of the bed and smiled down lovingly at Legolas innocent form. As gently as he could manage Glorfindel sat down carefully on the end of the bed and reached a hand up to brush Legolas silken locks from his face. The tears from his previous episode still clung to Legolas cheeks, glistening in the candle light and Glorfindel reverently ran his thumb across them gathering them up and brushing them aside.

“Lle naa vanima Meleth nín” {You are beautiful my love} Glorfindel whispered softly against his lovers cheek before gently pressing his lips to Legolas’. The seneschal could feee wae way Legolas’ lips trembled beneath his own and so easily ran his hand up behind Legolas neck to support the youth as he pressed more firmly into the kiss in an effort to ward off the fear. It seemed to do the trick and before long Legolas’ stiff body became pliable again, his lips automatically parting allowing Glorfindel to worship his mouth with his tongue. Breathlessly Glorfindel parted from the kiss and watched for a moment as Legolas kept his eyes closed savouring the first kiss of a night soon to be filled with them. When Legolas’ eyes flickered open again after a short time Glorfindel smiled dotingly at the sapphire blue gaze that nervously searched his own. It was only natural for Legolas to be nervous and Glorfindel tried to keep his touches and kisses as ligs pos possible so Legolas did not feel pressured. “Lie back Mir nín.” Legolas blushed at the small elvish endearment and shuffled further back onto the large bed before lying down as Glorfindel instructed. Legolas watched with wide-eyed intrigue as Glorfindel crawled up onto the bed and paused to pull the sheer curtaining closed behind him, totally enclosing the bed in a silvery glow. Sensing Legolas worry of the curtaining Glorel sel stretched himself out along side his lover and place a comforting hand upon Legolas cheek. “It is proper to have them closed my love. The maids will come in when the sun rises to fill the water pitcher and stoke the fire, I do not want to make them or us uncomfortable.” Nervously Legolas nodded as he rolled purposefully over onto his side so that he was lying facing Glorfindel.

Being close to Glorfindel had once again alveated most of Legolas’ fears although nervousness still remained behind. As he stared into Glorfindel’s emerald gaze Legolas found himself surrounded by Glorfindel’s own thoughts. Inside his mind he could hear Glorfindel speaking to him, the whispered elvish words barely distinguishable among his own. Glorfindel smiled in delight as he watched Legolas listening to what he was saying in his mind. Since learning of their shared mind Glorfindel hard worked hard to try and perfect and refine his abilities and he was pleased that aast ast some of his hard work had paid off.

“I can hear you.” Glorfindel nodded silently as Legolas closed his eyes and leaned forward so that his forehead rested against Glorfindel’s. For a long while Glorfindel merely shared loving phrases with Legolas through their mental connection, watching with delight as Legolas began to get used to it and was eventually sending back words to Glorfindel. While the connection between them was still fragile and not entirely clear it had the potential to grow with practise and Glorfindel delighted in seeing Legolas eager to participate. Finally though Glorfindel broke the connection and drew his head away from Legolas’ a little. Glorfindel waited until Legolas opened his eyes before leaning down and capturing Legolas lips against his own. It pleased Glorfindel that having shared the mental connection seemed to have calmed Legolas sufficiently enough for the prince to enjoy the kiss without being nervous.

In his distracted state Legolas did not notice Glorfindel’s hand snaking its way down his arm and onto his waist until he felt the silk tie of the sleeping robe being slowly tugged undone. Glorfindel felt Legolas stiffen a little as he pulled open the robe that only scantily covered las las body. Legolas pulled away quickly from their kiss and blushed a pretty shade of pink as he felt Glorfindel’sd smd smoothing across his chest, tweaking his nes les lightly as it passed over them.

“Shhhh relax Legolas.” Legolas swallowed hard as he felt Glorfindel’s kisses descend down his neck to begin again in earnest on his chest. Glorfindel smiled secretly as he heard Legolas’ breathy moan as he lapped and suckled on one of the prince’s dusky nipples. Legolas surrendered himself to the sweet warm mouth that lavished his skin with moist kisses and occasional nips. All that seemed to matter was Glorfindel’s lips and the way the heat between his legs began spreading throughout his body with each fevered kiss that Glorfindel rained upon him.

Seeing Legolas surrendering to him Glorfindel easily pushed the young elf over onto his back before moving himself so that he was half draped over his lover. Realizing the wonderful kisses had come to an end Legolas opened his eyes and focused his attention again on Glorfindel. His lover was closer now and Legolas blushed as he felt his arousal brushing Glorfindel’s leg. Legolas went to turn his head away from Glorfindel’s gaze but he elder seneschal caught his chin and held it firmly insuring that his gaze stayed locked with his own. “I love you.” Glorfindel whispered softly his words of love as he brought his lips down to meet Legolas. It was a sweet kiss but a brief one. Legolas watched wide-eyed as Glorfindel sat up from him to undo his own sleeping robe. Unable to tear his gaze from his lover Legolas allowed himself to stared at Glorfindel’s figure as it was slowly revealed to him. Even though Legolas had slept d ned next to Glorfindel during the past month he had not fully appreciated how truly beautiful his lover was. Strong muscled arms and chest tapered down to a delicate thin waist common among elves. Long thin legs slide along his own as Glorfindel moved further over Legolas so that he was all but lying on top of him. Legolas gaze finally settled between them and Glorfindel allowed his lover the freedom to stare

Legolas swallowed around the rising nervousness again in his throat. Glorfindel was hard, his large swollen cock curving proudly up from the soft blonde curls at its base. To Legolas Glorfindel had never seemed so big as he did now, erect and leaking. Self-consciously Legolas glanced at himself and realised in horror that he did not even compare to the elf hovering above him. Glorfindel saw the rising panic in Legolas eyes and instantly caught Legolas face between his palms caressing the prince’s worry lines with his thumbs. “Do no compare us Legolas. You are beautiful in your own way.” Still unconvinced Legolas nodded silently as he leaned up and caught Glorfindel’s lips. He felt insecure suddenly and only Glorfindel’s reassuring touch would amend that feeling. Glorfindel was surprised having Legolas initiate such a kiss but took advantage of it none the less. With Legolas arms wrapped around his waist and his mouth otherwise occupied Glorfindel let his hand slide down between their bodies. Legolas all but jerked off the bed as he felt Glorfindel’s hand wrap firmly around his cock. Consequently he bit Glorfindel’s tongue in the process and the elder elf yelped in agony and pulled back a little.

“Sorry…” Legolas was quick to apologise embarrassed that he had done such a thing to his lover. The second apology however died on his lips as Glorfindel again cupped his arousal and began massaging it with a firm hand. Closing his eyes Legolas pushed his head back into the pillows as Glorfindel’s sword roughened hand set a lazy pace on his cock. In all his fantasies Legolas had dreamed of having Glorfindel’s hand instead of his own touching himself yet the reality did not even compare. The warmth that spread throughout his body was like fire and within moments he was writhing helplessly beneath Glorfindel’s skilled hands. Movement to his side forced Legolas to open his eyes and he tried in vain to focus through the pleasure filled haze of his mind. Legolas watched through half lidded eyes as Glorfindel reached up under the pillows and removed a small vial. Glorfindel’s hand never stopped its continuous attention on Legolas organ and it made it extremely difficult for Legolas to concentrate on what his lover was doing. Still Legolas saw as Glorfindel uncorked the bottle with his teeth and spat the cork out to the side of the bed. Legolas groaned as Glorfindel’s hand left his member abandoning it to the cool night air momentarily.

“Give me your hand.” Legolas managed to compose himself enough to realise that Glorfindel was addressing him and he obediently laid his hand out flat upon Glorfindel’s. Carefully Glorfindel poured a small amount of the clear liquid into the palm of Legolas’ hand before placing the bottle safely to the side of the bed. The prince was surprised at how warm the liquid was and couldn’t help wondering who had put it under the pillow in the first place. He did not have time to wonder however as Glorfindel rolled back on top of him and drew Legolas oiled hand down his own body. “Touch me Meleth nín.” Legolas hand shook as Glorfindel carefully brought it down to his own straining member. With gentle hands Glorfindel wrapped Legolas slick fingers around his own arousal and began guiding them up and down his length. Legolas could hardly believe what he was doing and could only stare open mouthed as Glorfindel groaned and closed his eyes in utter bliss. Legolas was not prepared for the growl that surfaced from deep within Glorfindel’s throat as he unconsciously tightened his hand on Glorfindel’s thick cock and quickened the pace a little like he would do with himself when he neared his end. Glorfindel’s hand however hastily stopped him before he could quicken the pace again and Legolas lowered his gaze from Glorfindel’s scared he’d done something wrong. Glorfindel sighed inwardly. Legolas was too afraid of doing something wrong to just abandon himself to the pleasure and it frustrated Glorfindel a little to know their first time was not as carefree as it should have been. Still there was time for Legolas to relax yet, and Glorfindel knew that what he was going to do next would certainly make or break the entire situation.

Legolas watched as again Glorfindel reached for the vial ofy liy liquid, which his hand and Glorfindel’s cock were now thoroughly covered in. Carefully Glorfindel poured a few drops onto his hand before rubbing his fingers through it coating them and making them glisten before he turned back to Legolas. “Wipe your hand on the sheet they will be cleaned tomorrow anyway.” Nodding Legolas wiped his oily hand on the bed sheets at his side before bringing his clean hand up to twirl a piece of Glorfindel’s hair around his fingers. Glorfindel enjoyed seeing the dreamy picture of innocents on Legolas face but it would be quickly gone with his next action, so he savoured it for a moment.

With a passionate kiss Glorfindel started his next move. Legolas stiffened beneath him as he gently eased Legolas legs apart and positioned himself between them. Glorfindel could read the fear in the young prince’s eyes as he slipped his hand down to Legolas cock. “This will hurt but just relax.” Legolas bit his lip nervously as he felt Glorfindel’s fingers slipping in between his legs and up his rear to where his virgin hole tightened with fear. “Relax Legolas.” Glorfindel whispered soft encouraging words into his lovers delicately pointed ear trying desperately to sooth the elf enough to slip his first slick finger into Legolas’ resistant opening. Legolas tensed and panted restlessly as Glorfindel’s first finger slipped tightly into his body. It was a strange sensation and Legolas yelped in pain as his lover pushed the finger entirely inside.

Legolas was painfully tight and his body was rebelling the penetration even as Glorfindel twisted his finger around trying to ease the passage. The pain etched in Legolas face was almost killing Glorfindel and so desperately, Glorfindel began to sing. It wasn’t loud, just a gentle tune sung softly for Legolas’ ears only. The song seemed to work and Legolas relaxed as he became used to the digit pushed inside of him. The burning sensation did not abate though and only became worse as Glorfindel pushed another finger inside his lover to join the firshis his time Legolas could not hold back and opened his eyes wide as the burning increased.

”Ai, it hurts.” Legolas clutched desperately to Glorfindel’s upper arms as his body shook with pain.

“I know my love, I know but you must relax, it will get better I promise.” Glorfindel placed soft gentle kisses upon Legolas forehead as he slowly began scissoring his fingers apart loosening the tight muscles of Legolas passage. Legolas winced with each twist of Glorfindel’s fingers inside him but it was when Glorfindel bent his fingers a particularly way that Legolas felt stars explode behind his vision. The pleasure that tore through his body left him breathless and panting. Silently Glorfindel smiled in success having found the hidden spot he’d been searching for. The instant he’d touched it he’d felt Legolas’ muscles relax the young elf’s legs falling wider apart to accommodate him further. “You are beautiful like this.” Glorfindel felt his own member ache painfully as Legolas threw his head back against the bed as again his pleasure glad was brushed for a second time. Still Glorfindel had to restrain himself. Two fingers was a far cry from his own girth and so he lovingly and patiently continued to widen his lover who had became almost like a rag doll in his arms.

Legolas felt as if he was floating his body on fire with every stroke of Glorfindel’s fingersideside of him. With his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the pillows Legolas gasped Glorfindel’s name with every thrust of the seneschal’s fingers. The pain he had experienced previously had all but disappeared to a dull ache and he soon found himself driving himself down onto Glorfindel’s fingers as his lover began plundering his mouth with his tongue yet again.

Glorfindel however was fighting with his own restraint. Seeing Legolas writhing about wildly on his fingers was almost too much and finally he could hold himself back no longer. Legolas was sufficiently relaxed and Glorfindel considered that they either did it now or he spilled himself untouched on the sheets and the night would be ruined.

Legolas’ whimpered at the loss of Glorfindel’s fingers as the schaschal drew them carefully from his body and wiped them on the sheets. Aware of his ls gas gaze Glorfindel looked up lustfully from where he was stroking his own cock ensuring it’s oily coating. Legolas was panting, his hair wildly hanging about his face and his lips swollen, red and glistening with Glorfindel’s sweetness. Still despite appearances Glorfindel could still see the slight fear in his lovers eyes. “I need you Legolas. I need to feel myself in you, I want to spill my seed inside you and watch as you scream my name to the morning sunrise. Please?” It was a question that needed only one answer and Glorfindel watched in amazement as Legolas nodded and lay himself back against the sheets, allowing his lover to cover his body. Glorfindel obliged and placed a loving kiss to Legolas lips before pushing one of Legolas legs up to his chest for better access. Legolas was trembling again and Glorfindel did his best not to waver as he kept his gaze on his lovers. “Relax and the pain will be quick.” Legolas knew what was coming and although he tried to prepare himself nothing came close to the agony he felt at the first push of Glorfindel’s cock into his opening. Legolas’ erection died with the new wave of pain and Glorfindel winced himself as he saw the tears spring to Legolas eyes as he continued to slowly push himself into Legolas’ tightness. Legolas felt as if he was being split in two, his insides burning painfully as he tried to adjust to Glorfindel’s width filling him.

Legolas was whimpering in agony by the time Glorfindel had sheathed himself entirely and although the deliciously tight passage was just as wonderful as Glorfindel had imagined he refrained from moving and turned his attention to his lover. “Shhhh, Legolas, I am sorry.” Glorfindel leaned forward and softly kissed away the tears that rolled from the prince’s sapphire eyes. “It will get easier the more times we make love.” Legolas breathed out heavily not realizing he had been holding his breath the entire time Glorfindel had taken to enter him. Silently they lay together, Glorfindel allowing Legolas to adjust to the new sensation and for the pain to sue. e.

After a while Legolas felt the pain dull somewhat and he shifted himself experimentally in order to feel the full extent to which Glorfindel filled him. It was a strange sensation but no less pleasant than having Glorfindel’s fingers inside of him. The movement however caused Glorfindel to grand and Legolas tensed again as his lover closed his eyes and tried to keep his composure as the continually contracting muscles of his lover’s passage squeezed him. It was too much for Glorfindel however and when he opened his eyes he pleaded silently with Legolas to be allowed to move. Glorfindel knew he would not last more than a few thrusts and so apologetically kissed Legolas on the lips as his lover finally gave him nodded permission to move.

With his hands either side of Legolas head Glorfindel began to thrust slowly into his lover watching cautiously as Legolas facial expressions turned from barely concealed pain to utter pleasure. Glorfindel smiled as he felt Legolas’ passage relax around him allowing him to slid a little easier. Their rhythm was messy at first but with Glorfindel’s guidance Legolas began to thrust up into Glorfindel’s every push until they were rocking together like old lovers. Glorfindel could hardly keep his eyes open as he stared down at his lover’s face trying to angle his hips higher hoping to hit Legolas’ sweet spot again. After a few attempts the head of cock touched the secret gland and Glorfindel could not contain the groan that was ripped from his body as Legolas bucked up wildly beneath him unconsciously tightening his muscles around Glorfindel’s member. Time and time again Glorfindel hit the spot inside his lover causing Legolas to thrash wildly beneath him. Legolas fingers were dug painfully into Glorfindel’s upper arms but Glorfindel ignored them as he felt the heat build up from his balls and spread rapidly through his body. Not realising he was shouting foul language in Sindarian Glorfindel closed his eyes as he felt his climax being torn from his body. His thrusts did not stop however as his elvish cry of pleasure was quickly followed by Legolas who all but screamed his lover’s name.

The feel of Glorfindel’s hot seed filling him had Legolas almost unconscious as the most amazing feeling swept through his body. Stars flashed behind his eyes and a hot burning tingle swept from his toes all the way to the tips of his ears, causing him to flush and pant breathlessly even after he’d spilled himself onto Glorfindel’s stomach. For a long time the only sound in the room was their irregular breathing, neither of them moving or speaking as the rode out the pleasure of their climax. For Legolas it had seemed like all his best dreams of Glorfindel had come together in perfect harmony and for a long time he felt as he was floating in the clouds with the Valar. Glorfindel was almost too exhausted to think and when his strength failed him he was forced to roll ungraciously off his lover, scared he would crush the slighter frame of Legolas should he fall asleep.

The movement however brought a hiss of pain from Legolas and Glorfindel silently cursed himself for forgetting his lover in the afterglow of his release. Glorfindel’s flaccid cock had slid easily from Legolas but it was obvious by the way Legolas had curled up on his side that the young elf was in pain. Reluctantly Glorfindel sat up and gently rolled his lover slightly away from him. On careful inspection Glorfindel found blood seeping from Legolas opening and while it was not much the redness of the young elf’s puckered entrance was enough for Glorfindel to worry. “There is a little blood where you have torn.” Glorfindel leaned down easily over Legolas curled up from and pressed an apologetic kiss to Legolas forehead. The prince smiled warmly before capturing Glorfindel’s lips in a passionate kiss that stole the seneschal’s breath away. “Be still for a moment and I will fetch some salve to sooth the pain.” Legolas nodded as he watched Glorfindel rise wearily from the bed and push aside the sheer curtaining as he disappeared into the bathing chamber.

A moment or two later Glorfindel returned with a jar of healing balm and climbed back into bed. Legolas rolled over again and closed his eyes tightly as Glorfindel slicked his fingers with the salve and quickly applied the cool liquid to Legolas injury. Although it did not look to be serious Glorfindel made a mental note to ask Elrond to take a look at Legolas when they rose from bed. Silently Legolas rolled back over to face his lover when he had finished being tended to and smiled lovingly up at his blond lover. Glorfindel looked positively tired but also remarkably relaxed and Legolas basked in the warmth of his lover’s eyes for a long while. Legolas felt as if he should say something to Glorfindel but in the silence he could not find the right words. What he had experienced was amazing and the fears he had had before had vanished into thin air. He felt secure and loved like never before and Glorfindel’s presence seemed stronger and more confident than Legolas ever remembered it being in his mind. Filgree had been right, everything was perfect and seemed to make so much more sense.

A hand coming to rest on his face drew Legolas away from his thoughts and the young elf smiled up adoringly into the eyes of his beloved Glorfindel.
//You are day dreaming again Legolas, come lie by me and watch the sun rise.// Legolas gasped audibly as he heard Glorfindel’s voice in his mind clearer and crisper than anything he had heard before. Glorfindel too was surprised he had voiced his thoughts so easily to Legolas but was almost floored as he felt Legolas reply.

//Will you hold me until I fall asleep.// Glorfindel could hardly stop the delighted laughter that fell from his lips as he nodded in reply. He had always heard the stories about mental connections between joined elves but he had never thought he would experience it himself, until now that is. It was almost unbelievable to hear Legolas voice in his mind and he silently thanked the valar for allowing Legolas to love him. //Move over or I will fall off the bed.// Legolas thoughts in his mind interrupted Glorfindel’s thanks and obligingly the elder seneschal moved over as Legolas spooned himself up in front of him, so that they were both facing the balcony. The orange glow of the sunrise was just beginning to burn the edges of the sky as the pair of them stared out of the open balcony doors. Once Legolas was settled Glorfindel wrapped a comforting arm around Legolas waist and held his young lover against his chest.

//I love you Legolas// Glorfindel could not restrain his emotions any longer as he leant forward and graced Legolas with a sensual kiss.

“I love you too Glorfindel.” Legolas replied audibly his fatigue breaking the mental connection the pair had so clearly connected after their lovemaking. Slowly Glorfindel watched as the sun began to rise and his lover began to fall into slumber. Inside Glorfindel felt happy, content and for the first time in his life he felt truly at peace with the world. Finding Legolas’ breathing even out and deepen Glorfindel reached down and pulled the blankets up over them. The sun was just shining in through the window now, a single beam falling onto them and illumining them in a halo of light. Glorfindel smiled sleepily into the warm sunshine before whispering his thanks to the valar before finally he rested down and fell into a peaceful slumber beside his lover……

(A/N) MY GOD i can't believe I just wrote that but then again this is what it's all about isn't it? Anyway we've got some more smut still to come, cause wheggyeggy gets a taste of the sweet nector you can't fucking stop him......trust me *giggles hysterically* Glorfindel's going to have a lot to handle in the coming chapters.

(A/N) Please if you wish to read Filgree’s aside as the accompaniment to this chapter refer to the next chapter, chapter #81a if not continue to Chapter 82 after reading the end of this chapter. It’s not a necessity to read the aside and the story makes sense without it. I just couldn’t help feeling sorry for the poor tutor and thought he needed his own angst part. *Be Warned it’s heart breakingly sad.)

Hope you're all still enjoying and we're getting to the end soooo soooo soon so stick with it. Thankies again for the support and feedback you've all been a pleasure to write for...............