A Lord and a Prince
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,968
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Lord and a Prince
Title: A Lord and a Prince
Author: Mawgy (mawgy@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Legolas/ Celeborn
Rating: High R, low NC-17
Summary: Legolas/ Celeborn. PWP. What more do you need to know?
Disclaimer: Don't sue, I have and own nothing.
Author's Note: Please R & R.
AN: This may seem a little confusing at first, but please give it a go. It’s the first time I’ve tried writing with little flashes to different scenes and times, so please excuse any wonky timelines.
A Lord and a Prince
~~~~~~~~~
Mouths met and tongues danced. Breathing quickened and skin sizzled beneath roaming hands. Bodies were revealed as clothing was removed.
~~~~~~~~~
Legolas sat amongst the golden trees in Lothlorien, listening to the harmonious voices singing Gandalf’s lament. His hands trailing through his long hair, trying to soothe his aching heart in a way only his mother used to. When alone, the mind often wanders to better and more enriched times. So enwrapped within his own world, he never noticed the Elf that was fast approaching him.
“Well, well, it seems I have caught you unawares, Princeling.”
~~~~~~~~~
It was a somewhat normal day for the Lord of Lothlorien. There had been an attack on the Southern borders of his land by Orcs a week before. Yet his warriors had kept the beasts back, refusing them entry into the Golden Woods. Some Elves had perished, many were wounded, but Lothloiren was safe. That was what was important. His Lady, and his people were safe from the fiends that dared to threaten their peaceful way of life.
Celeborn was so overjoyed at the Galadhrim’s success, that he ded ted to go out to meet them and toast that eve to their triumphant victory. He left early in the morn and would not return till the next day.
But when he reached his troops, he found that they had already helped themselves to his wine, and therefore, were more than a little tipsy. He saw that he was not needed. There was companionship beyond anything he had ever witnessed between his guards, the likes of which he could never possess. The Lord felt like an intruder amongst his people, and left for home earlier than expected.
What greeted him as he entered his room, shocked and horrified him to the core. His wife, the dear Lady Galadriel, with another Elf…
~~~~~~~~
A hand pumped and moans were made. Nipples were teased and backs were arched. Butterfly kisses were placed on face, neck, chest, ears and shoulders. Sweat mingled with bodily fluids as one Elf screamed his release into the night.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Fellowship tramped up the spiral staircase, leading to the main talon in Lothlorien. There they would meet the Lord and Lady of the Golden Realm. All members were tired and weary from grief and exhaustion, but Legolas held it in well. When they reached the throne room, Celeborn and Galadriel greeted them.
“Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him,” Celeborn said as he looked at the group before him. His eyes fell to each countenance until they settled on the young Prince of Mirkwood. The age-old Lord found his breath had left him. So taken aback by the younger Elf’s beauty that he was aware of the conversation around him, yet too entranced to say any more.
“Stop staring!” a harsh voice inside his head screeched. Out of the corner of the Lord’s eye, he could see his wife gazing intently at the Fellowship, yet when it came to the new object of Celeborn’s affection, she was cold and unforgiving. Despite her husband taking many lovers after she had betrayed him, it still hurt when someone caught his eye in a way she knew she never could again.
~~~~~~~~~
The Lady was the most beautiful creature Legolas had ever looked upon, that was, until his eyes moved to the one standing beside her. His heart melted within those deep blue orbs which held so much wisdom within. The Prince thought he would fall to the floor if a voice inside his head hadn’t interrupted him.
“Don’t you dare!”
That was all that was said. Nothing more, nothing less. Three words. Three little words, destroying the only selfish thought that had ever crossed his mind. All traces of the concept were erased. Yet Legolas felt the Lord looking at him. But the underlying warning in Galadriel’s voice stopped him from meeting Celeborn’s gaze.
~~~~~~~~~~
Fingers probed and reassuring kisses were made.
“Please…”
No more needed to be said. Digits were replaced with a hot, hardened shaft inside the youth’s body. Yelps were created from pain and pleasure as hips began to rock in a small, but steady motion. Mouths searched for each other and tongues met, mimicking what was happening in their nether regions. A hand gripped the shaft between their bodies and stroked it in time with their thrusts.
~~~~~~~~~
All Elves in Lothlorien knew of their broken marriage and who was to blame for it. Galadriel had always been rather flirtatious with others, yet none acted upon it, except one. Haldir. Always willing to do anything once, the young Elf wanted so much to be the Guardian of the Galadhrim ever since a child. So, naturally, when a chance presented itself in the form of the Lady, he took it. He felt no shame in what he was doing and was daring enough to do it in his master’s marriage bed.
Needless to say, when Celeborn found them, he ordered Haldir to join the guards at the Southern borders; more to keep him and his Lady apart. But also in the hopes that the arrogant Elf would be killed by any Orcs that yet lingered in the area. It was with great disappointment that Celeborn one day had to give the captaincy of the Galadhrim to an Elf as undeservas Has Haldir. Although brave and fierce in battle, Haldir was conceited and was forever trying to catch Galadriel’s eye again. He even had the nerve to do it right in front of Celeborn.
~~~~~~~~~
Both Elves moaned their release into the other’s mouth, one for the second time that night. The elder’s seed spilling into the other, the younger blonde’s bursting onto their stomachs.
~~~~~~~~~
Celeborn had taken many lovers, mainly to get back at Galadriel, but also to relieve some of the pain from his aching heart. None had held his heart the way the Lady had, and he doubted any would… until now.
The Prince.
Young.
Beautiful.
Selfless.
Caring.
Talented.
Fierce.
Wonderful.
Legolas.
The words repeated themselves in Celeborn’s head as he thought of everything the Elf was. His long, golden hair which looked as if Anor herself had blessed that blonde crown. His full lips, soft as a babe’s and pink as a rose. His slim, somewhat seemingly fragile figure, that undoubtedly hid his powerful muscles. And his eyes. Those deep blue pools of wisdom. And love.
Celeborn began to wonder if he could ever catch the young Prince’s heart. The Archer had seemed so cold at their meeting, not once looking at the Lord.
‘No, he would not be interested in you,’ a voice entered his thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~
Celeborn pulled an exhausted Legolas onto his chest and covered them with his cloak.
“I know I have only just met you, but I think I love you,” Legolas purred into a pink nipple.
“And I think my heart has found a resting at last,” the Lord replied and placed a tender kiss on the Prince’s lips before they fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Hey there. Well, I noticed not many people had done a Legolas and Celeborn pairing, so I decided to give it a go. I hope you enjoyed it, and it wasn’t too hard or confusing to follow. Please let me know what you think by review or by sending me an e-mail. Thanks.
Author: Mawgy (mawgy@hotmail.com)
Pairings: Legolas/ Celeborn
Rating: High R, low NC-17
Summary: Legolas/ Celeborn. PWP. What more do you need to know?
Disclaimer: Don't sue, I have and own nothing.
Author's Note: Please R & R.
AN: This may seem a little confusing at first, but please give it a go. It’s the first time I’ve tried writing with little flashes to different scenes and times, so please excuse any wonky timelines.
A Lord and a Prince
~~~~~~~~~
Mouths met and tongues danced. Breathing quickened and skin sizzled beneath roaming hands. Bodies were revealed as clothing was removed.
~~~~~~~~~
Legolas sat amongst the golden trees in Lothlorien, listening to the harmonious voices singing Gandalf’s lament. His hands trailing through his long hair, trying to soothe his aching heart in a way only his mother used to. When alone, the mind often wanders to better and more enriched times. So enwrapped within his own world, he never noticed the Elf that was fast approaching him.
“Well, well, it seems I have caught you unawares, Princeling.”
~~~~~~~~~
It was a somewhat normal day for the Lord of Lothlorien. There had been an attack on the Southern borders of his land by Orcs a week before. Yet his warriors had kept the beasts back, refusing them entry into the Golden Woods. Some Elves had perished, many were wounded, but Lothloiren was safe. That was what was important. His Lady, and his people were safe from the fiends that dared to threaten their peaceful way of life.
Celeborn was so overjoyed at the Galadhrim’s success, that he ded ted to go out to meet them and toast that eve to their triumphant victory. He left early in the morn and would not return till the next day.
But when he reached his troops, he found that they had already helped themselves to his wine, and therefore, were more than a little tipsy. He saw that he was not needed. There was companionship beyond anything he had ever witnessed between his guards, the likes of which he could never possess. The Lord felt like an intruder amongst his people, and left for home earlier than expected.
What greeted him as he entered his room, shocked and horrified him to the core. His wife, the dear Lady Galadriel, with another Elf…
~~~~~~~~
A hand pumped and moans were made. Nipples were teased and backs were arched. Butterfly kisses were placed on face, neck, chest, ears and shoulders. Sweat mingled with bodily fluids as one Elf screamed his release into the night.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Fellowship tramped up the spiral staircase, leading to the main talon in Lothlorien. There they would meet the Lord and Lady of the Golden Realm. All members were tired and weary from grief and exhaustion, but Legolas held it in well. When they reached the throne room, Celeborn and Galadriel greeted them.
“Eight that are here yet nine there were set out from Rivendell. Tell me where is Gandalf for I much desire to speak with him,” Celeborn said as he looked at the group before him. His eyes fell to each countenance until they settled on the young Prince of Mirkwood. The age-old Lord found his breath had left him. So taken aback by the younger Elf’s beauty that he was aware of the conversation around him, yet too entranced to say any more.
“Stop staring!” a harsh voice inside his head screeched. Out of the corner of the Lord’s eye, he could see his wife gazing intently at the Fellowship, yet when it came to the new object of Celeborn’s affection, she was cold and unforgiving. Despite her husband taking many lovers after she had betrayed him, it still hurt when someone caught his eye in a way she knew she never could again.
~~~~~~~~~
The Lady was the most beautiful creature Legolas had ever looked upon, that was, until his eyes moved to the one standing beside her. His heart melted within those deep blue orbs which held so much wisdom within. The Prince thought he would fall to the floor if a voice inside his head hadn’t interrupted him.
“Don’t you dare!”
That was all that was said. Nothing more, nothing less. Three words. Three little words, destroying the only selfish thought that had ever crossed his mind. All traces of the concept were erased. Yet Legolas felt the Lord looking at him. But the underlying warning in Galadriel’s voice stopped him from meeting Celeborn’s gaze.
~~~~~~~~~~
Fingers probed and reassuring kisses were made.
“Please…”
No more needed to be said. Digits were replaced with a hot, hardened shaft inside the youth’s body. Yelps were created from pain and pleasure as hips began to rock in a small, but steady motion. Mouths searched for each other and tongues met, mimicking what was happening in their nether regions. A hand gripped the shaft between their bodies and stroked it in time with their thrusts.
~~~~~~~~~
All Elves in Lothlorien knew of their broken marriage and who was to blame for it. Galadriel had always been rather flirtatious with others, yet none acted upon it, except one. Haldir. Always willing to do anything once, the young Elf wanted so much to be the Guardian of the Galadhrim ever since a child. So, naturally, when a chance presented itself in the form of the Lady, he took it. He felt no shame in what he was doing and was daring enough to do it in his master’s marriage bed.
Needless to say, when Celeborn found them, he ordered Haldir to join the guards at the Southern borders; more to keep him and his Lady apart. But also in the hopes that the arrogant Elf would be killed by any Orcs that yet lingered in the area. It was with great disappointment that Celeborn one day had to give the captaincy of the Galadhrim to an Elf as undeservas Has Haldir. Although brave and fierce in battle, Haldir was conceited and was forever trying to catch Galadriel’s eye again. He even had the nerve to do it right in front of Celeborn.
~~~~~~~~~
Both Elves moaned their release into the other’s mouth, one for the second time that night. The elder’s seed spilling into the other, the younger blonde’s bursting onto their stomachs.
~~~~~~~~~
Celeborn had taken many lovers, mainly to get back at Galadriel, but also to relieve some of the pain from his aching heart. None had held his heart the way the Lady had, and he doubted any would… until now.
The Prince.
Young.
Beautiful.
Selfless.
Caring.
Talented.
Fierce.
Wonderful.
Legolas.
The words repeated themselves in Celeborn’s head as he thought of everything the Elf was. His long, golden hair which looked as if Anor herself had blessed that blonde crown. His full lips, soft as a babe’s and pink as a rose. His slim, somewhat seemingly fragile figure, that undoubtedly hid his powerful muscles. And his eyes. Those deep blue pools of wisdom. And love.
Celeborn began to wonder if he could ever catch the young Prince’s heart. The Archer had seemed so cold at their meeting, not once looking at the Lord.
‘No, he would not be interested in you,’ a voice entered his thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~
Celeborn pulled an exhausted Legolas onto his chest and covered them with his cloak.
“I know I have only just met you, but I think I love you,” Legolas purred into a pink nipple.
“And I think my heart has found a resting at last,” the Lord replied and placed a tender kiss on the Prince’s lips before they fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
AN: Hey there. Well, I noticed not many people had done a Legolas and Celeborn pairing, so I decided to give it a go. I hope you enjoyed it, and it wasn’t too hard or confusing to follow. Please let me know what you think by review or by sending me an e-mail. Thanks.