Creature Comforts

Chapter 9


The winding staircases between the trees chambers are quiet
as I move swiftly through them towards my own allocated room. They are not so
much as rooms as large areas on the branches surrounded by thin walls of elven
thatching. I pass several other rooms, including Boromir’s and Gimli’s, each
room dark, their occupants fast asleep. I make my way quietly along another
staircase but pause as I come to Legolas’s room. Inside I can hear soft
whispers, the dim light of candles creating shadows on the walls. Intrigue
becomes paramount and although I know I shouldn’t be listening I move closer to
the slightly adjar door and concentrate my hearing upon the two distinct
voices. Memories of the incidents at Rivendell once again haunt me and I falter
in my hesitation to have a peek at the occupants inside, however my conscience
is discarded as I hear the ruffling of bed sheets. Holding my breath I take a
glance and gawk at the sight that confronts me. Legolas sits, dressed only in
his leggings on the edge of the bed and Haldir kneels easily behind him in much
the same state of undress. I’m utterly mesmerised as Haldir begins needing
Legolas’ broad shoulders causing the blonde elf to roll his head back to rest
against Haldir’s shoulder in utter relaxation. They speak softly to one another
in the common elvish tongue and I listen eagerly to their conversation.

 

“You are beautiful Legolas as you well know, his attentions
should be nothing more than a fancy of folly. If he can not see your beauty as
many others do, then he is not worth the agonising stress you put yourself
though.” Legolas sighs heavily and I watch as he begins to unbraid his golden
hair while Haldir continues to kneed his shoulders.

 

“I know it is a foolish love, but it is love none the less
and is no less strong as love born of the wisest council.” Haldir nods
understandingly as he leans across the bed and takes a silver comb from a small
side dresser and begins to untangle and brush some of the braids Legolas is
continuing to undo in his hair.

 

“How you can love a man is beyond me Legolas, but a man that
seems determined to hurt you continually is too much to be born.” I find myself feeling suddenly weak at the
knees as memories of listening to just such a conversation at Rivendell take
hold in my mind. Determined to hear more I lean closer and watch as Legolas
reaches up to pause Haldir’s hands in his hair and bring them gently to his
lips. He places a gentle kiss upon each palm of Haldir’s hands before holding
them securely against his naked chest.

 

“Dearest Haldir you watch over me like a brother, but can
you not see that he does not hurt me intentionally only because he is as bound
to his heritage as I am to mine. We, neither of us want to be bound to our
ancestor’s fate by the traditions bestowed upon us to continue. I have paid
dearly for resisting these expectations thrust upon me in pursuit of love and I
would not wish him to go through what I have. I will love him but only from a
far.” My breath falters as my heart constricts at the sadness Legolas
expresses. The emotionless beauty Legolas shows externally to all is only a
cover to protect his true feelings from the harshness of other people. Haldir
smiles fondly down at Legolas his eyes glistening with a moistness I would not
have expected such a time weary warrior to express. For a moment they just
remain staring at one another Legolas clutching Haldir’s hands firmly to his
chest and nuzzling into the warriors shoulder behind him. A whisper escapes
Haldir’s lips the words not audible but their meaning not lost upon me as
Legolas tilts his head slightly back and captures Haldir’s lips against his
own.

 

My mouth hangs open like a fish starved of oxygen as the
pairs embrace becomes more sensual than mere comfort. I feel like a maiden
having discovered a lovers deceit as Haldir begins a lavish decent of kisses
down Legolas’ chest. Whimpers of pleasure escape the prince’s throat and I
watch transfixed as Ha div divests the young prince of his leggings with ease
before continuing his seductive decent of kisses along Legolas’ body. My own
breeches become increasingly uncomfortable as husky words of encouragement
utter from Legolas’s lips as Haldir hovers above Legolas’ substantial length
before descending with calculated movements to take him whole within his mouth.
The cry that escapes Legolas’ lips from Haldir’s ministrations is enough to
wake even the dwarf and I look nervously down the hall to make sure it has not
awoken anyone from their slumber. To my relief the hall remains deserted and I
draw my attention back to the scene inside the room. Wide eyed like a youngster
just short of their majority I watch as Haldir sits back against the
intricately shaped bed head and gestures for Legolas to come towards him. In my
moment of guilty glances down the hallway I have missed the removal of
Haldair’s own leggings and am totally awed by the extent to which the guardian
is well endowed below his waist as he opens his legs slightly to accommodate
Legolas position, now kneeling over his lap. The pair whispers something to
each other in the elder tongue of which I do not understand before I’m utterly
amazed as Legolas lowers himself upon Haldir’s member. The guttural moan of
pleasure that echoes from both elves is the final straw for my own aroused
state and I can stand it no longer. The ache of constriction within my own
breeches becomes too much and I turn hastily and run with as light a feet as
possible to my own chamber just down the hall. Behind me I let the door swing
shut of it’s own accord before racing to my bed and quickly discarding my
breeches, not even bothering to undress entirely as I fall backwards on the bed
and begin pleasuring myself.

 

My end is not delayed and to the images of Legolas body in
my mind I reach my climax. To stifle my own scream I bite hard into my bottom
lip, drawing blood as I grip into the coverlet below me, so that my knuckles
are white with lack of circulation. In utter shame I close my eyes as I feel my
own sticky essence drip down the side of my waist from where it was slashed
across my stomach. I have not done that since reaching adulthood, and having
met Arwen, I have had no need, until now. Controlling my breng Ing I allow my
legs to relax against the cool bed linen as the night sounds of the wood begin
to drift back into my consciousness. Along with them however the very familiar
sounds of elves gripped in the embraces of lust just down the hall filter also
into the silence of night. To others listening there would be no question of
the nightly activities but no doubt no one will speak of it in the morn.
Removing the rest of my clothes I move to a small washbasin on the nightstand
by the window and I wash myself clean of my own activities. Naked I slip
beneath the covers of my bed the noises of elves still in the throws of passion
echoing in accompaniment to the choir of crickets, nightingales and trees
outside.

 

I lie awake listening to the coupling just a few rooms down
for most of the night until finally it falls into silence. Despite the now
quiet night, slumber still does not claim me. Instead I am plagued with the
confusion of the feelings I seem to be having for Prince Legolas of Mirkwood,
despite my duty to Arwen. It is impossible; I cannot concentrate on my task of
leading the fellowship while the confusion in my own life keeps leading me
astray. The fellowship is doomed under my command, I have failed just as my
father, Isildur had all those years ago. I am bound to his fate and have not
broken free of the curse. I am a disgrace.

TBC……………………..