Feud

Feud
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by erobey, robey61@yahoo.com
Beta'd by Sarah AK

Disclaimer: The recognised characters and settings used in this fiction were created by JRR Tolkien. The words, other characters, and ideas here surrounding them belong to erobey alone. No infringement is intended or monies earned through this work.

Nestad Hery Gern [Healing Old Wounds]

"Nay, listen to me!" insisted Erestor, lying down beside him and shaking him by the shoulder a little. "Think of that night carefully. You stopped yourself and cast the dagger away from you; surely you remember this for it made me fear for both our lives! Answer; is that not what happened? You did not wish to do the same to me that had been done to you."

Legolas' sniffling breaths grew quieter and he began to relax again against the Noldo's chest, but no reply did he offer.

"Aye, 'tis so. And later, you feared to do me harm or even cause the slightest pain in our joining. This you cannot deny. Legolas, you have not become as those elves; you have thoroughly rejected their ways!" Erestor continued and once more gave his lover a small shake.

"But, with Ere…Elrond, I…" the Tawarwaith hesitantly brought up this distasteful topic, for he truly wished to find some way to live with it all and neither despise himself nor long to inflict similar pain upon others.

The seneschal from Imladris sighed and leaned his forehead upon the matted yellow hair. He had been wondering if this would come out and since he had pondered much on that night and its ramifications for everyone involved, he felt prepared to allay these worries.

"Meeting you presents an opportunity, a choice, Legolas," he started and halted to collect his thoughts.

"What do you mean?" asked Legolas, stirring to look over his shoulder.

"Encountering you is a gift, like finding a treasure of great rarity and worth," Erestor met the perplexed expression with a warm smile. "An individual must decide how to proceed and in this reveals the nature of their interior heart. One may choose to squander the treasure, indulging in momentary thrills and fleeting glory. Or one may cherish the gift and do all in his power to enhance its beauty and let its intrinsic value show forth.

"It is the same for people. One may choose to reinforce the negative ideas with which you view your existence, encouraging your self-debasement and adding to it. Or one can look and really see you, and celebrate the fine qualities you possess while protecting you from others that would use you. It is not in your power to determine, and never was, which of those two paths a particular individual takes."

"I am not certain I understand you. Are you saying I acted that way because that is what Elrond wanted from me?"

"More that you expected Elrond to demand that from you, for thus were you trained by Malthen. Yet, Legolas, even if you believe you deserve to be abused and broken that does not grant permission for others to mistreat you so, or make it right for them to take advantage of this lack of self-worth, manipulating you for their own ends.

"Perhaps if you had been given the love and care every elfling needs you might have resisted, for you are neither unworthy nor base, disgraceful nor unlovable. But there is no way to change this deficit; it is lacking and cannot be made up. It is a great crime; your happiness stolen before it could be realised, your self-identity stunted and twisted from your earliest moments. There are many that owe retribution."

The pair was silent then for a long span of minutes as Legolas grappled to own these new concepts. Abruptly he turned in Berenaur's arms and wrapped himself all around the Noldo, squeezing as ardently as a boa hoping to extract life-giving sustenance.

"You think of me as a rare treasure!" He cried these ebullient words and the joy in them was only slightly subdued by his face being snugly ensconced between the Noldo's neck and shoulder, which he was covering in lavish licks.

"Aye, the rarest, most precious of gifts; one I have done nothing to merit possessing!" Erestor grinned and wiggled in sensual bliss under the tongue bath.

"Yet there is something more to be said." Reluctantly he tugged on Legolas' thick tresses to break the tantalising cutaneous connection and waited until the indigo eyes met his. "You have been lied to, probably your entire life. You were conditioned to expect ill treatment and scorn, taught not to value yourself except in relation to others' opinions of your worth. Trained to accept unbearable torment in exchange for pleasure. It has never occurred to you that you did not cause those elves to treat you this way.

"This is not the sum of your knowledge now. You can choose, Legolas. You have learned you do not have to endure humiliating degradation to experience sexual fulfilment. You need not hold to that barbaric instruction if it is not what you wish. What do you want? I swear if it is within my power to grant I shall not shirk in supplying it!"

"It is only you that I want, beside me and inside me!" he softly stated the wavery supplication, shivering in expectancy of their pending conjugation.

"Ah, Pen-rhovan, it shall be with exultant jubilation that I encourage this proclivity," Erestor laughed and shifted in discomfort. "That is, if I have use of my lungs to draw air!"

"Ai! Sorry!" giggled the wild elf and relented enough in his clasping envelopment to permit easier suspiration.

Legolas was calm with a peace impossible prior to his soul-exposing confession, the undefined fear vanished. He was not alone and need not be ever again. Berenaur neither despised him for his depravity nor sought to encourage it. For the first time he was desired for something other than a warped craving to render hurt and turn excruciating torment into unbearable desire. The fact that neither of them was ramrod stiff and burning with need was irrelevant for the moment. The chemistry in their naked contact would quickly rekindle the fire of their mutual passion.

Erestor sighed in relief, indulging in the moment of serene communion, for he had doubted if his intuition was guiding him correctly this time. He felt a twinge of conscience for enjoying this interlude, for he knew he had to proceed if their bonding was to be true. There was more Pen-rhovan must reveal. He rubbed his palms over the scars, and slid one hand into comfortable repose atop the inviting curve of the compact arse, kneading firmly.

Legolas responded, adjusting to spread his thighs apart, tipping his pelvis up just slightly, contracting those strong gluteals under the steady stimulation. His teeth sought a prim nipple upon the seneschal's chest and nipped, followed by a soft swabbing tongue wiping back and forth over the rising node, and Berenaur's hand rested on the back of the busy head.

The archer sounded a hankering plaint and switched to the other pectoral, slipping a hand between their bodies, shimmying a bit to increase access, fondling the Noldo's rapidly stiffening shaft with increasing urgency. Unsatisfied with these efforts, he included his penis in the clasp and worked both organs into dense resilience. The sensation of their cocks united in his fist produced an amazing demand to get closer, rub harder. He imagined them both coming, white-hot semen mingling as it spilled over his hand, and massaged the sensitised glans with his thumb.

He wanted to see. Legolas released the nipple and pushed up off Berenaur in order to look down and view the reality. The actual sight of the leaking heads, dark red and crammed together, accompanied by the slick muted slapping of his palm's steady motion, was far more erotic than the vision. He could feel Berenaur's pulse hammering again and smiled as he met his lover's eyes. Legolas was completely unaware of the prurient humming that issued from him as he resumed suckling or that he was pushing lightly against the caressing fingers prodding at the hidden opening.

Quite suddenly Erestor disengaged and climbed over as Legolas toppled face first into the covers with a displeased snort. Plopping onto his knees just behind the Tawarwaith's arse, both hands massaged the muscles with even pressure, lifting and separating the paired mounds to view the small sealed annulus. He glanced up to find the wild elf peering at him, half on his stomach, half turned looking over his shoulder, eyes shining with lubricious anticipation. A slight smile played over the Noldo's features for a second before he leaned over and plunged his tongue against the cinched enclosure.

"Valar!" Legolas shouted and pushed back eagerly against the wet entreaty, opening willingly with a deep groan and a tremor that worked every joint in him loose.

Curling his tongue into a slender tube Erestor probed gingerly against the inner walls of smooth muscle. The unique taste of his semen met the taste buds, enmeshed with the faint bitterness of bile salts indigenous to the region. He felt Legolas shift, drawing his legs apart to make access easier, and felt a strong surge of the possessive exuberance noted earlier.

He pushed his tongue further hoping to reach the internal nodule where the most sensitive bundle of nerves lay covered, but could not press deep enough inside. As he slipped his tongue in and out he concentrated on a rough zone at the edge of the anus that extended along the channel's inner wall. Understanding he had encountered the locus of the most severe tear he slowed his movements and lingered, rolling over the lumpy bunch of cells.

The breech must have been broad to produce so convoluted a closure and he realised this must be the site of many such rendings over the years. {The most recent was not that long ago.} The advisor's indignation soared recalling the state he had found Legolas in after Elrond was done with him. His tongue continued exploring and the tip discovered another raised ridge of repaired tissue.

This he lapped lovingly as well but the rip extended deeper than the mobile muscle could reach. He pulled out and licked the tender perineum, thus transmuting Legolas' plaint of disappointment into a stuttering endearment. Finding his essence there also, Erestor realised with fanatical vehemence that he did not ever want to find even a hint of anyone else's seed on any part of Legolas. The urge to plunge his cock within the erotic confinement overcame him.

"Ah, Pen-rhovan…must!" With this hoarse and broken shout he mounted the wild elf and pumped vigorously several times.

"Aye, pathro nin, risto nin! [fill me, cleave me]" Legolas met him push by shove and voiced appreciative encouragement.

But the pair had coupled three times already and though the itch was maddening Erestor knew he would not spend quickly. Gradually his pivoting hips eased into a steady rocking movement as he used the head of his cock to stimulate the small mound of the wild warrior's prostate. Legolas' spasmodic cries reached him and he stretched forward over the awkwardly folded body, every inch of him ensconced in the almost unbearably warm compression.

He ceased lunging to savour the glorious sensation of being completed, enveloped by Legolas, and met the glittery craving in the archer's eyes. Lifting a hand against the florid cheek he raised the voluptuous mouth to meet his, relishing the immediate suction that drew his tongue down the voraciously talented throat. Their adherent lips sundered under the insistent demands of straining lungs and Erestor smiled, rubbing his thumb over Legolas' lower labial.

"Might take awhile," he huffed through panting breaths. "Valar, this feels incredible!"

"Aye," Legolas grinned and issued a laugh made brief by his heaving attempts to secure enough air.

"I am quite contented just so," whispered Erestor with seductive complacency and rotated his pelvis enough to give the internal gland a small nudge. It was sufficient to send a rippling jolt through every fibre of Pen-rhovan's body and elicit a crooning call of ecstasy. "You do not look very comfortable, however, and I made a claim earlier that I have yet to prove."

With that he lifted himself to arms' length above Legolas. Bearing his weight on one limb Erestor endeavoured to manoeuvre his lover into an easier pose, using his free hand to turn Legolas' torso such that most of the upper body was facing him and the scarred back was hidden. Pen-rhovan's lower half remained sideways and he shifted the top leg higher as the Noldo's penis pushed down deeper.

Legolas released a thoroughly lascivious whimper, immediately wrapped both arms around the advisor's neck and hauled him down for a long tongue groping that included mouth, ears, and throat, trilling out a tunelessly melodious murmur.

Erestor echoed these sounds with a deeply rumbling mumble that might have been his lover's pet-name; the incomprehensible utterance was siphoned instantly into the archer's lungs to fuel the inferno building in the wild elf's core. While pleased at such attention, the sudden off-balance posture caused the seneschal's cosily sheltered cock to pull almost out of the inviting cincture where he would much rather keep it confined. He withdrew from the kiss and with a churlish grunt he shoved back in, simultaneously dipping his head to Pen-rhovan's chest to claim one of the erect buds of scarlet-skinned nerves.

"Ai! Ad garo!" [Do it again!] Legolas implored as he watched the nipple disappear inside Berenaur's lips just as the penetrating rod rammed his prostate.

The tender peak re-emerged, wet and hard, and the sucking orifice shifted, gliding over his sternum on a slobbery film of slick spit to envelope its twin. The lengthy and massive intrusion spreading his rectum retreated from his body's tenacious constriction even as Legolas vainly contracted the interior muscles, attempting to halt the escape. Just as the wide rim around the organ's wedged head encountered the shrinking adit, the inflexible flesh was reinserted with forceful and proficient manipulation, unerringly seeking the hot spot of the archer's volatile cupidity. He shrieked as the Noldo sucked him and fucked him with passionate precision.

Erestor clamped down on the erubescent pinnacle like no babe ever would, pulling enough to increase the electrifying sensation, using his teeth to measure out the length the tit achieved through his persistent tugging, cooling the quivering node with his breath. The archer's incessant and virtually incoherent pleas prompted the Noldo to give equally meticulous care to each, and resumed his gentle rhythm once more.

"Snæs golda!" [Noldo spear] Erestor was treated to this and other colourful Nandorin expletives, most of them descriptive references to his solid, piercing penis and how to increase its penetrative power, as Legolas shifted and shoved to enhance both sources of erotic pleasure.

And thus Legolas was completely unprepared when the Noldo's lips slipped to the right and below the tense pectoral muscle to surround the old scar of the dagger wound.

The archer gasped and his whole body went rigid under the stab of excruciation that lanced through him as the suction drew the skin into Berenaur's mouth. So severe was the sensation that it seemed the cut must recrudesce under such treatment and he cried out. Legolas just as quickly fell limp when the lips released him and the seneschal's tongue softly licked across the dark burgundy mark. Struggling for breath he turned panicked eyes to Berenaur's, unable to manage speech.

"It is all right; these are the last to teach me of, Pen-rhovan," he reassured in soothing tones, easing his cock repeatedly up against the prostate.

"Nay, saes!" Legolas begged but found he had not the strength to pull away. A heavy sense of defeat weighed him down and his heart ached with every throbbing beat, flaring up at the site of the dagger's entry, mixing with the pleasure of the shaft stroking tenderly inside.

"You must. Who did this to you? The scars inside where none should ever be, the one outside made by your own hand. What elf first tore you in this intimate way, graced you with agony and stole away ecstasy for himself alone, left you longing only for death?"

"Oh no, saes!" and Legolas dissolved into catastrophic keening ululation, for it was simply too much. Throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them from seeing whatever might be surfacing in Berenaur's, he nearly choked when the wound was licked attentively. It seemed the Noldo hoped to scrub away the mark, and again the tender spot was sucked back inside the fiery oral cavity. Then the mouth left and the coldness settling into the wound was frigid beyond the point of endurance and he sought to cover the zone with his hand.

Erestor forestalled the move, entwining Legolas' fingers within his hold as his searching tongue found its way back to the nipple. He suckled and rocked back, drilling the hard penis in deeper. Legolas shivered in delight and pushed back, wailing through his tears. The Noldo released the over stimulated nub.

"Who…did…this?" each word was punctuated with a penetrating thrust of unerring aim and a slurping kiss upon the self-inflicted wound.

"I…I…Malthen!" Legolas screamed out the words hysterically. "He hurt me, hurt me so!"

And Erestor increased his pace, spurred by the harrowing desperation in the Tawarwaith's voice.

"Aye, 'twas him, curse his black soul! You did not deserve such! Hear me?" The Noldo kissed the chin exposed beneath the horrific grimace of wrenching heartbreak and concentrated to catch the words amid the bellowing gulps and bawling lungs merged within the subdued smack of skin contacting sweaty skin.

"Wanted him, wanted… so much. No one else."

"You loved him, 'tis natural to want the one you love." Erestor eased his pummelling back to a less feverish friction. "But you were not his to have on a whim and break, so completely, so utterly!" and Erestor found he could not hold back his own distress or calmly encompass this kind of betrayal. He was weeping shamelessly as he half-heartedly pumped, leaning over Legolas, arms to either side of the unresponsive body.

{Defiled him, ripped him apart body and soul, then twisted his feelings, made him believe he desired such persecution!} "When all you needed was to be loved in return." With these thoughts the flux of overmastering fury reclaimed him and the seneschal drove against his lover with renewed strength. "It should have been me! Eru curse him, he stole what was mine!"

By now the two were straining together to reach the apex of this horrendous experience and transcend it. Erestor, impelled by determination to burn away forever the hold of the faithless corpsman from Legolas' heart and mind, slammed into Pen-rhovan with unbridled urgency, channelling his anger into the motion. Legolas, lost in the mixture of memory and actuality, relished the conjoined sensations of blinding delight coursing through his nerves and inescapable torment bursting from the aggravated wound.

He dipped one hand between his legs to mollify the exorbitant esurience of his aching penis. When Berenaur's replaced it, he welcomed the clasp, encircling the firm fist with his own, and arched back to offer the scar. The seneschal complied, lavishing the unwholesome remnant with steady suction, intending to draw out the poison gravitating there. Insistent fingers kept the Noldo's head in place.

{Malthen would never do this for me.} "Never loved me." Mournful was this quavering complaint.

"Does not deserve your love. Take it back; gift it to me, Pen-rhovan." In and out the Noldo rocked, drumming a steady beat of salubrious passion, countering the black sorrow of Legolas' rejected soul with glorious jolts of pure desideration. {Flame easily melts gold; I shall purge away the false-named elf and in his place shall glow the fire of my heart's delight in this prince of the trees.}

"I…I want him dead!" Legolas shrilled. "Nay, I want to stab him to death until he hurts as badly as I!" he shouted these incongruous words and beat upon Berenaur's shoulders with his fists. No outward sign evinced whether or not he heard the seneschal's entreaty, but his spirit was not deaf to his lover's poignant emotions.

"Nay, my hand will send him to Mandos first!" seethed Erestor through clenching jaws and grinding hips. He felt the Tawarwaith's hands still their violent barrage and slip around his neck, holding so tightly he needed to let go of the wild elf's erection to reclaim his balance. Erestor stalled in his precise impalement. He registered the press of a wet, contorted face against his breast as Legolas vented away the despised incubus in muffled, braying sobs that rattled their bodies to the bones.

Liquefied rage issued from the lovers until Legolas was limp and his entwining arms fell lax upon the feather bed. As before, their exhaustion caught up with them; the pair subsided into a gentler coupling, deepening in devoted tenderness as the ephialtes was expelled. Erestor shifted and began pressing kisses against the exposed neck and jaw as Legolas twitched intermittently in the aftermath of his despairing outburst and the regular impress of the Noldorin cock against his core.

"Pen-rhovan nîn," Erestor whispered.

"Baulron lend." [Sweet tormentor] Legolas replied in quiet awe. "You cannot kill him," he continued, reason returning as the bitter hatred fled. "I will not allow you to put such a stain on your honour for my sake."

"The Noldor are already marked as kinslayers; what do I care if I earn the name? It would be a just killing."

"Nay, it is pointless; I do not want to harm him anymore either. I want to forget!"

Erestor frowned and ceased all motion, carefully turning Legolas' face to his, studying the sorrow-blotched complexion with its salty stains, tear-matted lashes and bright mournful eyes.

"Can you forget?" he asked for the second time and shook his head, answering for Legolas. "You must find a way to understand that this was not your doing. Value the genuine feelings you harboured, Pen-rhovan, while accepting that their intensity was magnified by your circumstances, and then used against you."

Now Legolas' face displayed confused aggravation. He was too tired for this and could not bear further soul rending-soul mending realisations. "Will you just tell me what you mean?"

"It is not an easy thing to see. You loved him, had done so all your life. Loved, as a son adores a father or a child his older brother. You approached maturity with no guidance, no loving parents or wise mentor to tell you the difference between the infatuation that developed and the longing of one soul to bind to another. These are entirely different things."

Legolas propped his head up with his hand to make it easier to access Berenaur's mouth and stole an impulsive kiss. His cock twitched again as Berenaur turned slightly and nudged his shaft hard against his prostate. They both moaned under the singing surge of nisus that shot between them.

"My heart, then, still belongs to me?" he exhaled the words, lips no more than a hair's distance from the enticement of the seneschal's.

"It ever has, for he would not receive it." Erestor crossed the minuscule void for a long gentle exploration of Legolas' lips, breaking away with a mild smile. "Fool that he is!"

This brought a faint lightening of the shadows in the archer's eyes, but his anguish soon cast its pall once more and he presented a baleful expression to Berenaur.

"Why did he not want my heart? What is wrong with it?"

"Elbereth! Nothing is wrong with it!" Erestor exclaimed. "On second thought, your heart does not belong to you but to me, Pen-rhovan, and I shall never give it back!"

With a last lick Erestor ceased bathing the self-inflicted stab with his devotion and transferred his mouth to the archer's sensitive ear, there to ply his tongue over the reddened tip while whispering new promises against the elegant external coils.

"He shall not hurt you again, Pen-rhovan; none shall do so. Feel me inside you now; I fit you perfectly, fill you completely, stretch you just enough to make that small zone of delight accessible." He rolled his pelvis to emphasise the point and wrenched a feeble shout from the wild elf. "Feel every inch of it, Legolas, that is my cock, the only one that will claim you thus henceforth. I was made for you and you for me."

"I will have no other than you," whispered Legolas shakily. "No other shall ever suffice again. But you are bound and I… I feel…strange."

"Aye, but do not fight it." Erestor shook his head to negate the doubts each of them must entertain and began to pick up the pace of his thrusting once more.

"What is it?" Legolas gasped out the words between bracing shudders and his disjointed vociferations of renewed passion, one hand working to relieve the building tension in his solid shaft.

"We are bonding, beloved." Erestor panted and heaved, desperately attempting to ignore the aching discomfort shooting up through his biceps as he supported his weight above Legolas.

"You are already bound!" Legolas contradicted.

"Trust me, you shall be mine nonetheless!" He snapped irritably and pushed back and forth with less and less vigour as his arms began to shake under the strain. The next instant they gave out; with an exasperated grunt Erestor flopped on top of the younger elf, struggling to recapture his dwindling energy.

Beneath him Legolas groaned disconsolately and puffed hard to clear away the mass of ebony hair that now covered his face.

"Valar! I want to come!" he complained in mounting frustration, clutching his erection and pumping strenuously.

"Well that makes two of us!" A giggly snicker escaped from the Noldo's lungs as he adjusted to lie more on his side and less over Pen-rhovan's airways. He reached around and stayed the hand toiling so furiously and ineffectually. "But both or neither, young one!" he laughed. He was too exhausted to do more than twitch his hips, but his cock inside Pen-rhovan's arse was rock hard and did not fail to stroke the interior gland adequately.

"Ai! Tormentor!" howled Legolas, twisting restlessly. "You are the one with all the vast experience, what do we do?"

"Do you wish me to withdraw? Are you in real discomfort?" Erestor asked and, in spite of efforts to halt it, yawned hugely.

"Eru's arse, do not dare!" Legolas caught the urge and his jaw gaped wide as he inhaled.

On hearing this, Erestor slipped his rubbery arms back in place around his lover's chest and drew him close, spooning neatly behind him, rigid cock determinedly in place.

"We must rest, then." Erestor planted a delicate kiss on the exposed ear and then contentedly settled his cheek against the furred locks.

"Worry not, I shall not leave you," he whispered and on the fringes of consciousness registered Legolas' gratified exhalation as sleep claimed them both.

Tbc.

A/N: my thanks again to everyone who has kept reading and to those who keep on reviewing! You people are much appreciated. Feud is very difficult for me to write, and I am buoyed by the support you guys give. And so this chapter marks the end of Legolas' time of bliss. I apologise for committing the cardinal sin of the writer: abandoning the outline. None of this was in it, but I simply caved and could not give Legolas back to Elrond. Those two will have to face one another again soon, but they will not be a pair for any length of time. Sorry! I gave Legolas to Erestor instead, and Erestor to him. He is going to need someone like Erestor to see him through the days ahead.
Cheers,
erobey

Odd words, seldom seen?
Adit: opening, entrance
Cutaneous: of the surface layer of the skin.
Desideration: yearning, want, desire
Ephialtes: nightmare
Erubescent: of a colour, turning a deep red
Esurience: gluttony, hungry craving
Glans: apex of the penis
Nisus: effort, attempt to achieve a goal