The Jewel of Mirkwood

Chapter 89

There had been very little activity since the party had reached the borders five days ago and while they had been away from Imladris for nearly two weeks Legolas had done absolutely nothing. There had been a few stray orcs that had passed by their encampment but before Legolas had gotten a chance to slay them for himself someone else had already done it. All though the rest of the patrol were blissfully enjoying their quiet assignments Glorfindel and Elladan were beginning to worry. According to Glorfindel the patrol should have heard from Elrond by now via Elrohir’s message yet none had seen hide or hair of any other elf accept for those in the patrol.

At present Glorfindel and Elladan were pouring over one of the maps they had brought with them, trying to estimate where the party of men would be heading. Legolas had watched them for most of the day discussing plans and so forth, he had briefly left the guard post for a walk only to return to find them still deep in conversation. Glorfindel had hardly paid him any attention since they’d set up camp at the border and it was only if Legolas did something wrong did Glorfindel speak to him. The tension between Elladan and Legolas had not eased either. Whenever Elladan got the chance he’d make a snide or rude remark about the prince, and it was usually when Glorfindel wasn’t around to hear it. Essentially Legolas could do nothing especially considering that Elladan had the support of most of the patrol behind him. In a fight Legolas stood little chance of winning and as always he didn’t want to give Glorfindel any reason to send him home and revoke his privilege so he kept silent on the matter.

It was becoming dark outside and Legolas could hear the patrol beginning to descend back up into their posts in the tree for the evening. Again it was threatening rain and no doubt it would be a cold night. Unfortunately his sickness had returned with vengeance and had quite robbed him of his appetite. It was only by luck that Glorfindel had allowed Legolas to take the last watch every night, allowing the younger elf to be thoroughly sick out of sight from the other sleeping elves and his lover. Yet it was becoming harder to convince Glorfindel as each day went by that he enjoyed taking the last watch of the evening, and his excuses were beginning to thin. Legolas had been lucky but that luck was about to run out.

Legolas was too busy preparing the evening meal for him and his lover to notice as Elladan and Glorfindel’s conversation come to an end. It was only when Elladan pushed past him to exit the hut that Legolas realized that Glorfindel was now reclining back against the wall staring at him blatantly.

“What has happened today Glorfindel? Are we to remain here for another week?” Glorfindel’s gaze seemed to unnerve Legolas a little and the younger elf quickly got back to his task of making the meal as he tried to make light conversation. The pair had hardly had time together since their arrival and Legolas found it worrying now at why Glorfindel was not getting ready to take first watch like he usually did.

“Perhaps. If Elrohir does not arrive within the next week we will have to assume a defensive strategy without Elrond’s information. We know roughly were the party are but can not be sure, so we must be cautious.” Legolas nodded and bent over to pick up the wrapped loaf of lembas he and Glorfindel were sharing before ladling out two bowls of broth from the small cooking pot on the fire.

“And this defensive strategy, what would that entail?” Legolas wandered quietly over to his lover and sat cross-legged down beside him, completely aware that Glorfindel’s gaze had never left him since Elladan left the hut.

“Legolas.” Legolas looked up from his bowl of soup at Glorfindel’s quiet tone to watch in shock as Glorfindel put his meal aside and reached out his hand to the back of Legolas head bringing the prince forward so that their lips met in a heated kiss. Stunned Legolas could only stare wide eyed as Glorfindel pulled breathlessly away from him, his lips glistening in the firelight even has his hand began to caress Legolas’ braids. Not since leaving their room the morning of their departure from Imladris had Glorfindel shown any kind of open affection towards Legolas. Glorfindel had set down the rules that they would not share intimate moments while on patrol together, yet here Glorfindel was breaking his own rule unashamedly. There was a long silence between them as Legolas stared into the glassy emerald gaze of his lover. The sound of one of the guards in the branches above the hut broke Legolas’ extendeare are and the younger elf guiltily lowered his gaze to where his bowl of soup still sat steaming in his lap.

“Your soup will get cold and you must eat before you take your watch. It will be cold tonight with the rain.” Legolas didn’t know why he said the words he did but they seemed to get the opposite reply he had expected from his lover.

“Elladan will take my watch tonight.” Legolas’ head snapped up from where he was playing idly with a piece of lembas in his soup. “He wiake ake yours too.” Legolas’ heart leapt into his throat as he realised with horror that Glorfindel intended spending the entire night with him, leaving him no escape in the morning to combat his sickness. Struggling to find an excuse Legolas clumsily fumbled his words.

“I…..you……that is not fair on Elladan to have to take both watches.” Legolas watched motionless as Glorfindel lifted the bowl from his lap and put it aside near his own before turning fully to face his lover, his hand still gently caressing the prince’s blond braids down his back.

“He offered to take them Legolas, he is concerned for his brother and so wishes to be alert in case he is needed.” Legolas voluntarily closed his eyes as Glorfindel’s hand moved to his neck to begin softly caressing the skin just visible above the neckline of the tunic. “Besides it gives us sometime to ourselves.” Legolas felt the soft breath of Glorfindel’s whisper against his cheek before the seneschal’s tongue darted out and swiped slowly across Legolas’ bottom lip. “I crave our time alone together. Seeing you practise archery with the men, wishing your fingers light upon the bow string were caressing me instead.” Legolas shivered and breathed out heavily as Glorfindel licked a moist trail up his cheek to his ear were he began sucking erotically on the very sensitive tip. “You are very tempting Legolas, a distraction for me and you do not even know it.” Legolas bit his lip as an audible moan threatened to fall from his lips as he felt Glorfindel’s free hand slip easily between his tunic angginggings to take a firm demanding hold on his gradually filling erection.

“They will hear us and you said we mustn’t.” Legolas’ protests were weak as Glorfindel’s skilled hands divested him of his leggings pulling them down so they were around his ankles.

“I changed my mind Legolas. I have been hard all day just thinking of you. And in this case if you don’t want an audience we must be quiet little one.” Legolas could do little but hold on to the wall behind him as Glorfindel pushed him back on his heels and immediately went down on him, engulfing his entire length in one swallow. Pleasure ripped through Legolas body and the younger elf had to bite down hard on his lip to prevent himself from groaning audibly at the sensation. Glorfindel’s hands wandered up under his tunic and Legolas couldn’t suppress the small gasp of surprise that left his lips unchecked as Glorfindel began rolling his nipples between two wet fingers. It wasn’t the first time Glorfindel had done it but the sensation that shot through Legolas was certainly nothing like he had experienced before. It left him shaking and panting breathless, his head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed in ecstasy. It was only as the sensation began to die in his body that Legolas realised that Glorfindel had stopped his ministrations and was sitting back staring at him in lust filled wonder. “You have never been this sensitive to my touch Legolas, perhaps we should go on patrol more often.” Legolas swallowed hard wondering if Glorfindel would read any further into his unexpected sensitivity but the questions never came and before he knew what was happening Legolas found himself on all fours, Glorfindel’s tongue doing wickedly erotic things to his tight opening in preparation for what was to come.

Over his shoulder Legolas watched as Glorfindel finally sat back from him, the seneschal’s hands already pulling his own member free of its restrictive confines already filled to capacity. A jar of oil had mysteriously appeared from Glorfindel’s pack and Legolas watched in rapture as his lover coated his own member liberally with the sweet smelling substance. When Glorfindel’s hand came to rest on Legolas’ lower back the prince automatically relaxed himself already pre-empting what was to come. He had gotten used to this, now able to take Glorfindel’s thick tool in one fluid stroke. As always Glorfindel whispered Legolas name softly against his neck before plunging himself deep within the pliable body beneath him. Unable to hold his groan of pleasure back Legolas buried his face into his upper arm and bit down hard on the taunt muscles he found there. The metallic taste that flooded his mouth was a sure sign he’d drawn his own blood but as Glorfindel continued to thrust into him hard hitting his sweet spot every time with practised ease, Legolas became more and more reluctant to let his bite go for fear of screaming his lovers name in ecstasy.

It was during the rhythmic thrusting that Legolas felt acutely another pair of eyes on him, that was certainly not Glorfindel’s loving gaze. Instinctively Legolas’ eyes flew open although he did not relinquish his vice like bite on his own arm. In the flickering darkness of the fire Legolas saw a figure sitting almost hidden in shadow at one the higher entrances into the hut. The re wre was clearly elvish but it was only when the fire flickered a little brighter for a moment that the elf watching them was revealed. Stunned Legolas watched as the voyeur’s hand disappeared into his own leggings, the distinctive bludge just as clearly identified as the tips of the figures pointed ears. The pace the elf set upon himself seemed to match Glorfindel’s thrusts into Legolas’ body increasing dramatically as Glorfindel began to groan in the back of his throat a sign he was nearly through. Legolas could do nothing but hold on as Glorfindel rode him hard their voyeur’s sparkling brown eyes never leaving his own. Glorfindel’s hands tightened on Legolas’ waist on the final hard thrust and Legolas could no longer keep eye contact with their voyeur as he felt Glorfindel’s seed shooting through his body in waves. Legolas own orgasm ripped from his body and involuntarily he let his bite on his arm go a scream of ecstasy rising in his throat unchecked. Before it could reach his lips Legolas felt Glorfindel’s hand clamping down hard over his mouth stifling the sound of pleasure as he came again into Glorfindel’s other hand milking his erection.

Panting desperately Legolas collapsed onto the floor unable to hold himself up any longer with his tired. Glorfindel slipped easily from his body and Legolas felt, as his lover gently pulled him into their sleeping things and began lapping at the bite mark Legolas had inflictn hin himself in an effort to close the wound. Sated and beginning to calm down again Legolas remembered their audience and instantly opened his eyes to stare at the opening in the side where the figure had been. As predicted the figure was gone and the hatch had been closed as if no one had even been there. Sighing heavily Legolas relaxed completely into his lovers embrace and closed his eyes. He decided there and then that he wouldn’t tell Glorfindel of the person watching them not that he could prove it anyway but there seemed to be something odd about the entire situation. Behind Legolas, Glorfindel whispered sweet sonnets into his lover’s ear like he did most times they had made love until finally Legolas heard Glorfindel’s breathing even out into slumber. Legolas was just drifting off himself when the irritating pressure in his stomach caused him to groan a little in surprise. As always he needed to relieve himself desperately but Glorfindel had only just fallen into slumber and was more likely to wake up with movement at this early stage. So biting his lip Legolas crossed his legs beneath the blanket and waited, his mind still drifting to the figure that had watched him and Glorfindel make love………

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