Hîr o Meril Thaifn [Lord of Rose Pillars]

Part Nine: Suddenly in Love

Hîr o Meril Thaifn (The Lord of Rose Pillars) stared out into the
grounds of his seaside estate, felt the shining warmth of the early
morning sunlight, scented the faint cast of brine on the pale sigh of a
breeze issuing out of the south east. He listened to the omnipresent,
soothing undertone of the ocean's mighty heart thrumming at the
shoreline. He could discern no tension in the wildlife residing on his
property, no ominous subconscious stress stirred beneath his thoughts.
As always, the environment presented only peaceful harmony among the
many varied components of the realm of the Valar. Everything was as it
should be, as he expected it to be and he wondered that all these signs
of the natural world and his own faculties of observation could so
easily fail to document the reality. Whatever perception of Valinor
Erestor might harbour, it certainly did not include the reprehensible
conduct and designs among the High Elves and the Maiar described by
Legolas and Mithrandir.

 

"What do we do now?" Erestor finally asked, still holding onto Legolas'
fingers and gently stroking the ridge of knuckles with his thumb. The
whole situation seemed much too large, much too complex, and much too
dangerous for the three of them to do anything about. The idea that
Legolas had been involved, and for the most part acting alone, in this
effort to halt the Vanyarin elves' plotting and scheming sent shivers
down his spine. His stomach squeezed in appalled repudiation as he
carefully moved aside the loose blue robe and stared at the black and
blue bruising all over the Wood Elf's torso, ample evidence of just how
hazardous the job could be. Very carefully he touched on the bandaged
side and looked up to find Legolas' deep blue eyes watching him. "How
are you feeling?"

"Much better, truly. I will be fine in a day or so," Legolas assured,
smiling because it made him feel absolutely grand for Erestor to care
so much, regardless that he was stiff and weak and ached in nearly
every part of his body.

"We must get those plans and whatever breakthrough has come to pass,"
Mithrandir answered the seneschal bluntly. "I do not want to send
Legolas back in alone, but it is clear this must be a covert mission,
hidden even from my normal IMF cronies."

"NAY!" both elves shouted at once.

"You cannot send Legolas back! He has not even begun to recover from
the last catastrophe," Erestor elaborated.


"That is not the point at all," Legolas shook his head. "Mithrandir, I
know what you are thinking and the answer is no."

"I volunteer. Whatever it is, no one will suspect I am mixed up in it.
Just tell me what I have to do," Erestor gallantly proposed.

"Absolutely not!" fumed Legolas. "You have never been through the
portal, you have no contacts there, no safe place to go to, no
comprehension of what life is like in the Severed Realms these days, or
even how to locate and travel to the various places you need to find."

"Neither did you when first you went back, correct?" challenged the
Lord of Rose Pillars.

"That was different," grumbled Legolas impatiently. "I had a very
personal stake in that endeavour, on many counts."

"So have I," Erestor explained kindly and Legolas' hopes soared.


"I am not going to send Erestor through by himself, Legolas,"
Mithrandir explained. "Neither will I make you undertake this task
without aid. You shall go together."

"Mithrandir, he is not well enough." "No. I will not permit such a risk
to my Erestor…I mean Lord Erestor…uh…Erestor, my host." Both elves
tried simultaneously to dissuade the Istar then turned to one another,
Erestor in confusion and Legolas a mixture of aggravation and abashed
shyness.

"I assure you I am fine, Erestor," the archer insisted, trying to
resume his usual air of arrogant over-confidence.

"And I am more than capable of undertaking this quest. I was a seasoned
warrior an Age before your father was conceived," remarked the Lord of
Rose Pillars in his typically scathing tone of dismissive scorn.
Legolas' hopes plummeted.

"It will take a couple of days to prepare and bring Erestor up to speed
on the situation." Olórin continued without bothering to
acknowledge the protests or the sniping. "That cannot be done here,
however. You shall have to remove to Oropher's lands. For now, spend
the day recuperating, Legolas, and allow Erestor to show you everything
there is to see in this magnificent estate. A swim in the ocean would
be beneficial to you wounds, also.


"Erestor, you must permit Legolas to teach you all he can regarding the
changes that have come to pass in Arda since the Forth Age. He can show
you some of the gadgets and gizmos he so loves to play with. Take good
care not to leave Legolas alone. I do not want us to be overly
complacent regarding Ringë's ability to learn whence I have taken
him. The water wizard will be most upset once he gets free and will be
seeking our brave Wood Elf. I am sad to say he will likely arrive here
first, for all the reasons we have already discussed. You will have to
tell Dammand."

"Eru's arse!" Erestor had not thought of his family becoming entangled
in this mess. "Is he in danger? Surely the Maia would not threaten my
Adar in our own home?"

"I would put nothing beyond his twisted and blackened heart," warned
Legolas. "It might be best if your father went visiting some relatives
or friends for a time."

"What is that you say? Did you speak my name, Mithrandir?" the wily
twice-born warrior spoke from the doorway to the sitting room and
everyone save Legolas startled.

"Ada! I have asked you repeatedly not to sneak about like that. And
eavesdropping on private conversations is terrible manners," Erestor
upbraided his sire testily.


"I was not sneaking, my oh so proper and lordly son, nor
eavesdropping." Dammand shrugged off his second-born's admonishment. "I
merely came out here to see how Legolas is doing and you were all
talking quite plainly, out in the open I might add, so I had no reason
to think the conversation was confidential. Besides, how else would I
ever find out what you are up to if I did not sneak up and just happen,
quite unintentionally I must stress, to overhear you. Legolas knew I
was here anyway, did you not pen neth?"

"I did," admitted Legolas with a diffident smile.

"He is so grand nowadays, is he not?" Dammand dragged a chair closer to
the chaise and addressed Legolas as he sat, jerking his thumb in
Erestor's direction. "There was a time when he was a rough and ready
soldier, just like his old sire. That was long ago but he is a warrior
still, gladethel dithen. (little Wood Elf) Do not fear for him in this
endeavour; you will find Erestor quite capable and skilled in a tight
spot." The elder elf quirked one eyebrow and gave the fastest flash of
a wink ever seen, overlaying the compliment with an entirely different
meaning altogether.

Legolas' smile grew warm and laughter danced in his eyes, gladdened to
know that Erestor's father was not only fully apprised of his interest
in the Lord of the manor but approved the idea of a match between them.
The Wood Elf had been unsure what to expect, for while he knew Dammand
was usually in residence at Meril Thaifn, as he was knowledgeable
concerning most aspects of his beloved seneschal's life, he had not
been able to determine what the old general's feelings were regarding
same-sex couples. Most of Legolas' intelligence on Erestor was gleaned
from Tulus and the twins, and none of them had been able to draw
Dammand out on the topic.

"Thank you, Adar. I think." Erestor was a little red-faced, not sure if
anyone else had picked up on that subudition or if was just him, seeing
as he already had his mind partially on the subject. Since he had
pulled back Legolas' silken robe, the thin, green pyjamas were revealed
to be draped over the silvan warrior's long, rigid erection and full,
tight testicles most invitingly. The archer's penis was erotically
obscured, lying against his stomach like a log beneath a velvety
coverlet of verdant moss, and a small wet spot neatly identified its
pinnacle.


Legolas did not seem bothered by this kind of exposure at all
even though all three of his companions rested their eyes there
occasionally. Erestor fought the urge to reach out and drag the garment
back over his youthful guest's form, lost the battle, and hastily
grabbed the loose ends of the silvan's robe, drawing them over the
exposed chest and the hidden locus of everyone's salacious interest.


Legolas smiled indulgently, hopes back to soaring, when Erestor checked
to see what he would make of this unasked for assistance.

"As for me, I may be ancient but I am fully capable of defending our
home if it comes to that," added Dammand with set jaw and shoulders
squared.

"I do not doubt you, Hîr Dammand, but this is not any foe you
would be accustomed to facing. Ringë is foul beyond words and has
no scruples. He has completely lost whatever notion of respect for
others' lives and welfare he once possessed," Legolas cautioned in
urgent tones and looked to Mithrandir to confirm his assessment.

"Too true," the wizard nodded sadly. "Dammand, he can command the very
water in your flesh and draw it from you if he wishes. A most
unpleasant death. It would be best if the entire household relocated
until all this is over."

"What?" Erestor leaped up from his place at Legolas side. "This is
horrible! How does one fight such an enemy?"


"With another Maia, of course," Dammand said matter-of-factly quite as
if he had faced off against renegade wizards frequently in the past,
which he had during the sack of Gondolin. "Due to your naneth's
extensive and lengthy involvement in the gardens of Lorien, I have
become acquainted with one or two of the Valarindi. Mairo is a good
friend of mine."

Now it was amusing to Legolas to note the subtle softening in the old
warrior's eyes that was simultaneously matched by a bright spark of
lecherous lust deep in the heart of the dark, fathomless orbs. He could
not suppress a small laugh and looked to Erestor to share his knowing
smile, an expression that clearly stated 'eredh útuia hae od
orn' (the seed does not sprout far from the tree), for Mairo was the
son of Oromë and Vána. It was obvious to him that Dammand
was indeed adept at sneaking and kept his private life so well-guarded
it seemed to most that he had none at all.  

It certainly was not apparent to his son. Erestor was more than
agitated by the implications of this previously unmentioned friendship
and glared from his father to his guest with equal grimness. "And Mairo
will simply appear at your bidding and agree to defend my home and
family against one of his own race? I do not believe you."

"Well actually, ion, he has just arrived a few minutes ago and is in
the main parlour. I was not expecting you back quite so soon, you see,
and was hoping for a bit of company during your absence," Dammand
smiled serenely into his son's flustered countenance. "That was my
second purpose in seeking you out, to let you know I have company."


"Company? What?" Erestor was not ready to deal with this. His adar
could not be keeping 'company' with a male Istar in the sense the elder
elf's manner implied. He was not reassured at all when Dammand smiled
and patted him on the arm consolingly.

"That is most promising," Mithrandir was relieved and cautiously
optimistic. "I do not know if he is aware of the unsavoury dealings of
the Vanyar and their Istari cohorts, but Mairo is true-hearted and will
not permit any innocents to come to harm in his presence. Dammand, I
suggest you and I go explain the situation to him and enlist his aid.
Erestor, see to Legolas. We shall all convene at noon for the meal and
consolidate our plans." With that the wizard extinguished his pipe,
knocked out the ashes on the flagstones, and rose form his chair.
Dammand joined him as he strode back into the sitting room and on into
the main body of the house, leaving the love-sick elves to themselves.

"He cannot mean what I think he means," Erestor mumbled to himself. "He
and Nana have been committed to one another for more time than either
one even bothers to keep track of anymore. Ada does not find males
sexually appealing."

"Well he finds me interesting enough," Legolas said softly.

"That is hardly proof; who does not find you alluring?" Erestor's eyes
swept the lithe body stretched out before him appreciatively.

Legolas smiled at that and shifted his hips as if needing to find a
more comfortable position, which was partly true for the pressure of
his weight upon his welt-covered back was painful. He sighed out a low
moan while resting his hand over the bandaged puncture wound, thus
managing to push back the robe and expose his left nipple, which lifted
up nice and tight in the cool sea breeze. He gazed up at Erestor from
beneath his golden lashes, permitting his eyes to travel the entire
length of the long, lean, covered body before returning his attention
to the Noldo Lord's face. Erestor's sight was just where he hoped it
would be, watching that dark damp stain as his cock twitched under it.
The Wood Elf caught his lower lip delicately under his teeth a second
or two, just enough time to leave it very red and very wet, and
shivered out another deep sigh. The sound drew the noble elf's
attention first to the quivering node rising and falling with each
breath and then back to Legolas' face.


"I am glad they have left us. All that talk is too depressing by far.
Will you do as Mithrandir suggested and show me everything your fine
estate has to offer?" Another sweeping glance over his host's virile
physique accompanied the seductively couched query as Legolas' hand
drifted down and casually burrowed underneath the pyjamas. On the
chaise, his thighs parted.

Erestor dropped back to the edge of the seat, letting his robe go so
that he could brace his body with one hand and still have the other
free to explore. He took hold of the waist of those pyjamas and tugged
them back, revealing the silvan's skilled, slow masturbation. Unable to
resist, he bent low and tasted the pointed tip protruding from the
enveloping fingers, jerking the pants down more as Legolas shifted and
shimmied to get free of them. Erestor bestowed a nearly constant
barrage of licks and kisses to the archer's cock during this process.

A trilling cry broke form Legolas at this tantalising touch and so
Erestor slid his tongue firmly down against the glans right atop the
tiny orifice. Beneath him, the silvan warrior bucked hard off the seat,
another shout of tense expectancy escaping his lungs. Before Erestor
could do anything more, a tight fist gripped his erection and started
stroking him, the movement perfectly synchronised to the stimulation
Legolas lavished on himself. Erestor sat up a little to better watch
the archer work.

"Ai, Erestor, you are beautiful," whispered Legolas, breathless, plying
both distended cocks with equal force, eyes transfixed by the Noldo's
tall proud column of flesh in his hand. "You will fill me well and
truly beyond my dreams." He closed his eyes a moment and gasped when a
hot tongue lapped against his nipple. "Tell me that you want me, have
always wanted me," he pleaded quietly and dared to look at the dark
head where it was poised above his chest.

Erestor was staring at him in lascivious longing, parted lips hovering
over the slickened morsel of sensitive skin. "I want you," the
whispered words gusted breathlessly over the tempting titbit making it
lift and pucker even more.

Legolas arched his back with a cry, shoving the sensitised node back
into the open mouth, and shook when his lover practically devoured him
in response, sucking and licking and biting and pulling.


Erestor let go in order to take the other nipple, capturing it with his
teeth and tugging, but he felt Legolas flinch beneath him as a sharp
abbreviated wail pierced the air. There was no mistaking that sound for
pleasure. The Noldo lord relinquished the peaked bud instantly and
straightened on the chair, finding the silvan was trembling and avoided
his eyes. All movement on their solids shafts had ceased. Looking down
on the heaving chest again, Erestor could not resist bending closer to
kiss the sore nipple, very gently this time for he could see now the
fading bite marks left by Ringë's sharp teeth, and its twin before
turning Legolas' face toward him with his fingertips.

"You are tender there," he said and searched the frightened eyes.

The stubborn chin dipped slightly in assent and then quivered as the
archer fought to control his emotions, blue gaze awash in gathering
tears. "He…hurt me." The voice uttering these simple words was small
and subdued, packed with confused pain and despair and shame.

Suddenly Legolas could not bear to have Erestor look at him and
released his hold on the massive penis in order to try and get up and
away. He was prevented from escaping when strong arms wrapped around
his shoulders and pulled him close. He found himself captive against
the Noldo's firm, warm chest as the former seneschal somehow lifted him
and rearranged their positions so that Legolas was astride his lap. He
could feel the steady heart beating right beneath his and their
subsiding erections pressed side by side between them. Legolas found he
had neither wish nor will to fight against the contact and threaded his
arms through the tangled ebony hair, clinging tight to Erestor's neck
as he permitted his love to soothe him.

"Nay, be still, be at peace," Erestor whispered, pressing kisses
against the archer's shoulder and neck, petting his hair and caressing
his skin from the base of his scull all the way down his spine and over
the softer curve of the supple arse. "I want you, have wanted you
always. I am going to claim you, Legolas, but not in the shadow of such
abuses. We need not hurry; I would have you healed and feel no pain
with me, agreed?"


Legolas nodded mutely and squeezed harder as Erestor slowly rocked him.
He agreed; he always agreed. How could he defy Erestor when at last he
was in the Noldo's arms, living the fantasy he had cherished and
embellished over so many years of hidden longing? Almost
living it. In his heart, however, a sharp pang of fear and
regret seized him, for there might be an uglier reason his long-held
crush denied him now. The archer's reputation was scandalising at best
and mayhap Erestor did not want to follow after such a lengthy string
of lovers. Perhaps he even believed Legolas at fault for the disastrous
deaths resulting from this latest encounter with Ringë. The
possibility that Erestor might think, as the twins did, that he was the
sea-spirit's kept pet made him shudder.  

Legolas stifled the tears that threatened as he considered these
notions, clinging to Erestor as if the elf might vanish, naught but an
ephemeral dream after all. He did not want the tender attention to end,
revelling in the compression of soft lips and the inquisitive yet
comforting touch of fingers and smoothing palms slowly working over
every centimetre of his back. The steady beat of the Noldo's heart
thrummed against his ribs and matched his pulse's rhythm. That
is true enough; best to learn the rest. He relaxed his
strangle hold and sighed, snuggling up closer. "You have wanted me
before?" he dared to ask, face pressed under the vintner's ear lobe,
still not able to bring himself to meet Erestor's gaze.

"I suppose it is true," the former seneschal answered as if realising
this for the first time as he spoke the words. "You were just never
really accessible to me in the way you were to others."


"You thought I was promiscuous and a dwarf's whore," Legolas did not
bother to try and hide his bitterness as his frame stiffened up in
Erestor's hold. "It was not like that, not ever."

"I know it was not so," assured Erestor fervently, "but it seemed thus
at the time, before I knew you. From a distance, Legolas, you presented
as a most horridly spoiled playboy and a complete rogue. And The List
certainly did nothing to discourage that perception. I had no idea you
even remarked my existence save the occasional times when we were both
in Elrond's house."

"I am not blaming you; that is why I never made my desires known. There
was no time when we still lived in Middle-earth what with the Ring
Quest and then you left so quickly. Once I finally got here, Ada
started that callous rumour about Gimli and me. Then all this business
with the Vanyar and Ringë happened and it was decided the aspect
of sexual…deviance could be developed into a successful cover. No one
took me seriously anymore, especially you. I never had a chance." The
archer almost sobbed but managed to swallow back his sorrow once more.

Legolas was close to breaking but Erestor had to smile at his
disconsolate sounding voice and patted the rigid back softly. "Ah,
foolish one, you are here in my arms; is that not enough? Let the past
remain there." He felt Legolas intake a shaky breath and then he
finally stirred, lifting his head to peer tentatively into the noble
Lord's reassuring smile.

"There has only ever been the twins, by my choice," he said haltingly,
colouring a bit and lowering his eyes. "All the others were just made
up. I swear. I may have teased…have often played the tease…but nothing
more than that."


"Legolas, you owe me no explanation of your history." Erestor bent his
head to meet the crestfallen Wood Elf's averted gaze, surprised by
these unasked for justifications. With his lap occupied by the striking
ellon, it was hard for the former seneschal to recall the scornful
disapproval with which he had always favoured Thranduil's youngest over
the centuries.

"But I want you to understand. It's important, Erestor," Legolas at
last looked at him, imploring him to comprehend his meaning. "Do you
believe me?"

"I do," Erestor hesitated slightly, not quite sure he truly did. It
seemed highly unlikely that so beautiful an elf would have remained
exclusive to one set of lovers, especially given the notoriety that
followed Legolas' every action. Yet he could see too that the silvan
needed him to confirm this notion, however far-fetched it seemed from
his perspective. The vintner smiled encouragement. "Elladan and Elrohir
were your first and only. Ringë was never your lover. Was that a
ploy worked out among the clever captains of IMF?" Legolas' blue eyes
were hugely round as he nodded silently in answer to this and Erestor
was jolted out of his complacency, realising this part, at least, was
the absolute truth.

"Of course they knew of his part in the wagers designed to win you for
his own use. They thought you could be a tease and cajole your way into
learning the vile creature's secrets." Erestor was incensed with these
un-named leaders who had convinced Legolas to act out such a dangerous
game.

"I believed I could handle it well enough," Legolas interjected. "I had
successfully done so with others, although they were not Maiar. Yet
Ringë had never resorted to violence of that sort, at least not
that we were aware of. No one thought he would sink to the level of
Sauron, cold-bloodedly committing murder, torture,…"


"And rape. I know that you were forced; I saw him actively assaulting
you." Erestor gently stroked the worried brow and the refined cheek.
"Do not fear that I will ever condemn you for what happened to you and
those who were with you." Erestor spoke these words without a hint of
reservation, for he meant them absolutely.

Finally the tension left Legolas' body as he heard this statement. He
settled his cheek back against the Noldo's shoulder and let himself
pretend for a few minutes that they had nothing else to do but sit and
enjoy being together. No mission, no portal, no pending break-in to
orchestrate, just two lovers cherishing a peaceful morning in each
other's arms.

For his part, Erestor was deeply moved by the Wood Elf's desire to
clear his name and make himself worthy to be loved and wanted. He
realised just how difficult bearing up under so much public discredit
must have been for Legolas all these many long centuries since his
brief span of acclaim after the Ring Wars. Indeed, just a few short
hours ago Erestor had believed the rumours and accepted Ringë's
lies for truth.

In this vulnerable state Legolas' guard was down, the mirage of the
worldly, debonaire socialite dissipated and his hidden core was
revealed: an insecure, self-effacing, and lonely elf. Erestor grew warm
inside, feeling the naked soul rest easy in his embrace, trusting and
contented at last.
"Have you really longed for me so long as Elladan claims? Even before
the Quest?" He felt Legolas smile against his shoulder as the wiry arms
hugged him closer.

"Aye, even before the Quest. You would not even speak to me then."
Or utter more than 'mae govannen' and 'namarië'
since.


"I am sorry for that, Legolas. What a haughty dolt I was!" Erestor felt
his face grow hot with chagrin, for he had never thought Legolas worthy
to get to know. It amazed him that the Wood Elf did not feel insulted
and disdain him in kind. "Can you forgive me?"

"Consider it forgotten." Legolas agreed willingly, having overcome his
hurt feelings over it the instant he heard the regretful timbre of
Erestor's voice. Still, he sighed a bit dejectedly. "I suppose we
should do as Mithrandir says and start teaching you the basics of
undercover espionage."

"You do not sound too enthusiastic."

"I have neither desire nor will to think about all of that just now. I
want to make believe that we are like any other lovers, focused only on
each other."

Erestor caught his breath and gently pulled Legolas away from him to
gaze intently into the fair features. He smiled and softly claimed the
silvan's sensitive mouth for a slow sweet kiss. He was still smiling
when he released those velvety lips and pressed his forehead against
Legolas'. "I like that idea as well. Let it be so. We will not worry
about the mission at least for the next few hours. How about that swim
in the ocean? Tulus will pack up a cold lunch and we will skip the
portentous noon meal, too."

Legolas shivered, shaking his head emphatically in the negative. "No.
If it is all the same to you, I have no wish to get in the water just
yet. Not even Mithrandir knows who Ringë's allies are on this side
of the Sundering Sea. I will swim with you joyously once we are in my
home. There is a lovely deep lake that has an underground connection to
the Esgalduin in Neldoreth Hain. Show me the gardens and the vineyards
instead." (New Neldoreth)


 

"I would be pleased to do so," and Erestor smiled into those endless
cerulean pools, thinking he would much rather swim about in them
anyway. He stood, still holding Legolas tight against him and the
silvan wrapped both of his long legs securely about the noble elf's
waist. They engaged in a long, exploring kiss, Erestor cupping the
archer's soft round arse in both hands, Legolas tangling his fingers
through the vintner's lengthy black tresses. Their lips and tongues
separated then sealed anew, deepening the osculation in the heat of
unfulfilled desire, the lovers sharing a swift glance of joy between
them.

Erestor let one finger slip lower, tentatively brushing across the
concealed entrance to unbridled delight, and seductively plunged his
tongue deeper into the hot and yearning mouth. Legolas sucked the thick
muscle greedily and hummed out a lurid little whimper as a tremor ran
down his spine. Erestor pushed the finger past the tightly cramped
guarding ring and worked it in and out, imagining his cock enveloped by
the wanton Wood Elf's body.

Legolas broke the kiss with a strangled cry and shifted frantically
against the probing digit. "Caro den! Aniron den!" (Do it! I want it!)
His face was contorted in open hunger and impatient craving, eyes
searing Erestor's soul in fiery anticipation.

Erestor knew he could not deny this demand despite his earlier protests
and seized the straining rear, lifting up and out as his lover braced
upon his shoulders, letting his compressed erection free. Slowly he
positioned the parted mounds over his weeping tip and eased Legolas
down onto his iron hard rod of eager flesh. The first contact of the
glans against the sealed entry made him jerk and wrung a soft cry from
the silvan. Then the throbbing head forced through and Erestor growled
out a feral grunt of satisfaction. He would lay claim to this elf;
Legolas would know what it was to be taken utterly, filled with
Erestor's shaft and laved with his white hot Noldorin seed.

The sensation was incredible; Legolas was trembling all over and
gripped Erestor's shoulders so that his nails bit the skin. The
silvan's taut body had no choice but to accept the massive intrusion as
the force of gravity lowered him onto the solid organ. He groaned as he
was breached, invaded, and stretched. "Ai! Ha taur! Ai, Erestor, daro!"
(Ah! It is huge! Ah, Erestor, stop!) His head fell back, exposing his
throat, and he sobbed, squirming helplessly against the penetrating
penis, torn between wanting it out and urging it deeper.


Erestor could not have imagined how this sense of domination would
blaze through him in a wild surge of lust and power. He craned his neck
forward to reach the long ivory column and gently licked the fading
blue marks there. The touch of his tongue against Legolas' skin raised
a reedy wail from the silvan's lungs.  Erestor pivoted his hips
and drove his cock hard against the encircling resistance and before he
knew what he was even doing he was fucking the archer soundly. His
excitement was so elevated that it did not take long for him to reach
his peak and with a loud shout he pumped his essence deep into Legolas'
core. Erestor's knees buckled and with a long moan he sat heavily on
the chaise before collapsing flat on his back, Legolas sprawled atop
him.

    

"Valar!" He exhaled, lungs straining to gather essential air, and
trailed his hands up the curved spine, gently brushing away the
avalanche of golden locks that had cascaded over his face. Erestor
carefully raised the bowed head and studied Legolas' features intently.
There was no sign of discomfort or sorrow there and he smiled as he
leaned up to kiss his lover. "That was amazing. Are you all right?"

"Aye," Legolas smiled shyly and extricated his arms from behind the
Noldo's neck in order to push himself up from the chaise, for the
position was awkward and caused the welts over his back to pull
uncomfortably. He sighed and readjusted his knees so that he was more
easily astride Erestor's hips, rocking forward a little in an attempt
to push his hard penis against his lover's belly. Erestor was still
partially inserted inside him, however, and he could not achieve any
satisfying connection without disengaging. That he did not want.

"Oh!" It was not until this moment that Erestor realised Legolas was
still rock-solid and needy, having found no release in their urgent and
speedy coupling. "I am sorry! I should not have been so selfish. I
should have waited, as I promised. I wanted our first time to be
something special and now…"

"It was special…is special, for we are not done I hope." Legolas' eyes
were all sparkly with mischievous glee and he wiggled his bottom
against Erestor's groin.


Erestor grinned as heat flowed into his semi-soft organ anew. "I think
I have just disproved your theory of dimensional convergence, love. We
are both on the chaise in exactly the same place at the same time."

"Nay, you have proved my theory beyond doubt. I said dimensional
convergence would force the two physical worlds to merge should both be
in the same place at the same time. We are most definitely merged."
Legolas rocked cautiously forward and then pressed back, encouraging
the growing fullness expanding inside him. The feathery ends of his
golden mane trailed lightly over Erestor's chest, highlighting the
inviting mahogany points rising from the firm pectorals. He bent low to
taste one and thrilled to hear the sigh of pleasure this attention
elicited from his beloved. "I cannot believe I am here with you and we
are joined thus," he whispered, breath ghosting over the erect nipples,
and kissed them both again.

"Aye, this is real." Erestor ran his hands lovingly and possessively
over the slender body impaled on his rapidly hardening flesh. He jerked
his hips sharply, driving his cock into the sensitive internal gland
and smirked over the cry this wrought from the golden elf's throat.
"Does that not feel real enough for you?"

"Ai!" Legolas could manage no more and was trembling again. Quite
suddenly one arm gave way as he tried to push up, hoping to resume the
internal friction both so craved. His nose thumped into the Noldo's
sternum and he yelped at the brief jab of pain. With a noise expressive
of deep disgust over his weakened health, he relaxed his other arm as
Erestor drew him protectively into a careful embrace.

"I think we need to alter our positions," Erestor suggested and did not
wait for Legolas to reply, lifting the silvan off him carefully as he
turned. The complaining whine from his new lover made him smile and he
settled the archer on his back and spread the long, muscular legs
apart, kneeling between them. The Lord of the manor took hold of the
long pink pole at the crux of the parted limbs and worked it expertly,
watching Legolas' every response with avid enjoyment.

"Saes!" Legolas gasped and met the steamy stare regarding him with such
blatant hunger. He braced himself and lifted his legs, placing his
calves solidly on the Noldo's shoulders, matching the heat of the
devouring eyes. "Saes, I want you inside me when I come, Erestor." He
knew his voice sounded pleading but he really did not care if it earned
him his request. It did.


Erestor let go of the rigid cock to caress the legs draped across his
shoulders, turning his head to kiss and lick the smooth skin. He
reached down and took hold of the firm arse, simultaneously shifting
forward as he lifted, thrusting fully inside in a single fluid movement
that brought his balls flush against the sweaty skin with a soft,
glorious smack as their bodes connected. His gaze never left the
silvan's, relishing the way Legolas' eyelids fluttered shut and he bit
his lip, head thrown back and spine arched, gripping the sides of the
chaise so tightly his arms quaked. The Wood Elf was hot and wet with
his seed; it oozed around his cock and this excited Erestor to heights
of sexual craving he never even imagined existed. Once again he was
pumping with vigourous delight without consciously making the decision
to do so, grunting and groaning as he drove into the willing body
writhing beneath him.

Legolas reached for his cock, determined to find his release along with
his love this time, only to have his hand roughly jerked away from the
aching flesh. His eyes flew open and he gasped at the feral expression
upon Erestor's visage as the elf wrapped long elegant fingers tightly
around his erection.

"Mine," Erestor growled, pumping in time with his potent thrusts, eyes
afire with possessive lust.

It was more than Legolas could endure for not in his most vivid dreams
of this moment had he foreseen such complete captivation, body, mind,
heart and soul, by the elf he loved. "Erestor!" he shouted and nearly
wept as he watched his semen spurt over the noble elf's fist.

A sound that could only be classified as a roar left the normally
composed elder's lungs as he responded to the exquisite compression
around his penis, emptying his testes in a swift flood of heated cream
deep within the archer's body. A few lazy thrusts later he backed out
of the slick channel and lowered Legolas' legs, kissing each knee
between gulps for air. He chuckled smugly for Legolas was panting, a
smile curling his ruby lips, too exhausted to move. Erestor took him
around the waist and slid the boneless frame over to make room to lie
beside the Wood Elf. He kissed the parted lips and the flushed cheeks,
the sweat-sheened brow and an ear tip, smiling as this sent a shudder
through Legolas' spent form.

Legolas sighed in contentment and shifted closer, burying his face
under Erestor's jaw to kiss his neck, wrapping an arm across the broad
shouldered elf in order to sink his fingers into the damp ebony
strands. "That was wonderful," he whispered.


"Indeed." Erestor rested his cheek comfortably on the archer's head,
ready for a short nap, smiling to think he would wake with this
nearly-naked, compliant elf in his arms, eager and willing for sex. He
was nearly asleep when the silvan spoke again.

"I wish we could stay here, just like this, always. No troubles or
cares, just the two of us, happy to find ourselves suddenly in love."
He placed another lick against the pulse in his beloved's throat.

Erestor's eyes cleared and he was awake instantly. 'Suddenly in
love?' Surely he had heard wrong. We barely know one
another. "Legolas," he began, voice hedged in hesitant
caution, pulling back from the clinging elf to look into the blue eyes.
Erestor almost flinched, for it was clear Legolas had just realised he
had perhaps said something he should not and regretted it.

The archer extricated himself immediately and sat up, turning his back
and swinging his legs over the side of the chaise to hide his
embarrassment and hurt. "Aye, I know. That is all a fantasy and we have
an important job to do," he said in tightly clipped syllables, trying
to hide his humiliation and sorrow in that condescending tone of his.
He gathered the thin robe close about his body as he rose on unsteady
feet. "I am going to bathe and find something to wear. We shall meet
anon to
begin your briefing on the Severed Realms." With that he tottered off
to his room, calling for Galion.


Erestor sat up and stared at the place where Legolas had just slipped
through the long glass window, knowing he should follow and try to
reassure the elf, except he was uncertain if he could do so without
granting the silvan false hope. He did not feel love. He felt
protective and possessive, he felt a strong sexual attraction, he could
even go so far as to say he liked Legolas. Love was something else
entirely. Love would bind his soul to this wild and wanton woodland fey
forever more, and the Lord of Rose Pillars did not think he was ready
for that kind of commitment. Not, at any rate, to someone so
unpredictable, undisciplined, and unconventional as was Legolas
Thranduilion.

TBC.