Possessing the Gift
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Possessing the Gift
Title:" Possessing the Gift"
Author: kiki g.
Email: ihgs123@yahoo.com
Pairings: Legolas/Rumil, Haldir/Orophin mentioned
Warnings: slash, m/m pairing, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Young Rumil celebrates his 100 B-day. He thinks that he is ignored on his special day but wait and see what his brothers have in store for him on his birthday. Giggles.
A/N:R&R this smutty fic. Special thanks to Mima and Leila for reading this fic before I posted it. And big hugs to Lady of Legolas for being my IM shoulder to cry girlie.And thankies to May for being my muse.And that's it.On with the show.LOL
http://www.angelfire.com/al4/legolas_woods
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He was singing. He was wasting his sorrow in a song about happiness and he was singing till he would by any chance loose his voice or if somebody would had mercy on him and would shot him here on the spot.
He knew that he had a terrible voice for an elf but he didn't care because the singing was only cure that took all of his sadness away. And this day is supposed to be at least happiest day of his life, instead it turned wrong and now he was feeling so ignored. Firstly, he had to serve his time at the borders today and Haldir his brother, his captain didn't even ask him or even remember what was special about this day.
Today is his one-hundredth birthday, and he had to spend it chasing the orcs around borders and to top it all, he didn't receive any well-wishes or gifts from his brothers and friends. Of course, nobody cared about the young Rumil, and he was so mad because he had always been there for them when they had their celebrations and their sorrows to spend.
Maybe he misjudge this situation. Who knew? Maybe they didn't forget him and they just misplaced his birthday in their minds and they would make it all up to him when they remember that today was his birthday. Oh who was he kidding. They would never remember. It's hopeless to think they would.
And besides tonight was the most important celebration here in the Lothlorien and everybody was invited to dine with royalty. Yes, maybe that thought mostly occupied their minds than Rumil's special one-hundredth birthday.
(To Mordor with them all) Rumil thought. He would stop thinking about today and he would be so happy when he finally arrives to his talan. He had been dismissed from the borders tonight, and he would enjoy this evening just laying down and starring at the stars.
He would not even bother to make appearance at that fancy celebration because his foul mood would spend it drinking his sorrows away. And No, he didn't want to go there because of the one person his heart desired but couldn't have. Yes, he was foolish youngling and to fall in love was so easy today and fallen he had been since he saw that pretty princeling's face.
(Stop thinking about him, Rumil.) His mind told him to, but his heart strayed. He would just sing and stop caring for anything else. Easily said than done, but he would find a way to ignore everything on his way, as he was intentionally ignored today.
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"Ai, Orophin. I just remembered something. Oh, Valar he will kill us. How could we overlook such a thing."
Haldir's face grew pale and Orophin's brother looked as he had saw a Balrog himself standing there.
"What are you talking about, Haldir. What did we overlook? For Valar's sake sit down, you are looking pale as the death itself." The brothers were located in Orophin's room and they were getting ready for the upcoming celebration.
They had identical shirts on, with identical leggings and only thing that separated them in their looks was that the Haldir was more broader than Orophin.
Haldir listened to Orophin and he took a seat on the bed, as he released the deep sigh from his mouth.
"We forgot that today is Rumil's one-hundredth birthday. We didn't even congratulate the poor bloke and we didn't prepare the celebration for his special day. Oh, if mother was only here to see us, she would rip us alive. Oro, what are we going to do. How are we going to make this up to him." Haldir sighed again and Orophin's face became pale too. He finally understood his brothers shock and he also felt guilty for ignoring his brother today.
But suddenly a wicked thought occurred to him and the flashy grin covered Orophin's face as he realized that it was not to late to give his youngest brother a gift. The gift that the youngling would surely appreciate and maybe he would forgive his brothers for being so stupid and reckless to ignore him on their part.
"No despair is now necessary brother because I might have a splendid idea that would surely clear our actions and maybe win our brothers forgiveness. Listen, we have to do this properly, or we will end up in the dungeons in the flash of the second if by any chance we mess up even one step of my plan."
"What plan is that? What can we do to make up for our foolishness, brother? We need a miracle to win Rumil's forgiveness. Do you know why he didn't want to go to that celebration tonight.
He is hurt and if I know my brother well as I do it will take two hundred years for him to forgive us. If we are lucky to wait that long, that is."
Haldir was annoyed and he was mad at himself for forgetting his brother's special birthday. Orophin came up behind him and he hugged his oldest brother, giving him some kid of the reassurance that their youngest brother would somehow forgive them.
Haldir was seeking that small comfort and he placed a small kiss upon Orophin's lips. He understood why Rumil would think that he was alone. Haldir and Orophin spent most of their time in each others presence constantly pushing their youngest one away. In the other words the two brothers were very deeply in love and they have been lovers for five years.
They covered their secret relationship all the time, seeking each other in shadows of their posts, away from prying eyes. Their only fear was that their youngest treasure would find out their shame and that he would be disgusted at such a sight or even the foul thought of brotherly love beyond boundaries.
"Not necessarily. Listen meleth-nin. Our miracle may lay there where Rumil's affections are very strong. Our savior is there where the bitter grape meets sweet wine. What I am trying to say is that we must gift Rumil something that he wants the most, and denies himself of it.
As a good brothers and great warriors we must reach out and get it for him, because his shyness is the only thing that prevents him from reaching for it himself. Do you know what that is, my sweet one." Orophin a l a loving look to his brother and Haldir scratched his head in a deep thought, but as it seemed to him, resolution was nowhere to be found.
"No, Orophin. May I inquire what are you rambling about?"
"Oh, for such a great lover and caring brother you have a mind of an orc. What I am trying to ramble about is that our gift for Rumil will be present on tonight's festivities. We only have to tie him and drag him to Rumil's quarters. If the Rumil is satisfied with his gift, he would have a heart to forgive us. I don't think a pair of leggings would suit him as the gift right now, because his anger demands the special gift for his special birthday.
"Who's he. Who do we have to manhandle to get him to our brother's quarters. Our little brother is adorable and I think he can get this elf by himself. Why do we have to do it for him?" Haldir chuckled but Orophin just gave him annoying glare.
"Haldir, your stupidity sometimes amazes me. We have to get this elf for Rumil or he will never, ever forgive us. Listen, just follow me and I will tell you who our future captive is. We'll be late to this celebration if I keep explaining to you why we have to do this."'
Orophin got up from his bed, pulling his brother with him.
Orophin opened the drawer of his night-stand, and he pulled couple of the ropes, hiding them in the deep pockets of his leggings. Haldir finally understood what his lover was about to do and he captured Orophin's mouth in a deep kiss.
"Oh, and you my brother. Who would thought that such a mellow creature could be so wicked." Haldir referred those words to his lover and Orophin giggled childishly, taking his brothers hand in his own.
"Haldir you do know me too well and I dare to say our brother will spend this night in the joys of getting to know his first lover. Now we must go or we will miss the major part of the celebration. Come brother, we shall waste no more time."
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"Valar, he is so heavy. Why didn't you say we have to kidnap an Oliphaunt? Orophin, this is the last time I will end up listening to you, and your ideas. And why am I the only one that is carrying him." Orophin smiled at Haldir's whining and he looked for the signs of other elves near their talan that would surely spoil their plan. He sighed when he found none and he nodded to Haldir, who was a bit flustered from the hard task Orophin had him doing.
"Haldir was swayed off his feet by the weight he was carrying and he breathed deeply as he tried not to drop the elf that weighed more than any elf he had encountered in his life. Orophin climbed on the rope ladder to his talan and he motioned to Haldir to pass the elf to him, so he could bring him inside. Orophin now knew what Haldir meant when he said (Why didn't you say we have to kidnap an Oliphaunt).
"Wow, now I know that Thranduil doesn't spare on the food around his household. The elf is very heavy, and I hope he won't crush our poor brother when he rides him tonight." Orophin gave a naughty glare to his brother, and Haldir's face got red from his brothers blunt words.
"Wicked words, my wicked brother. How do you know that this elf will agree to ride our little stallion? He seems so cold and prickly to me and I am not sure about this at all. He will refuse our poor Rumil and that my brother, will be all your fault."
"Oh stop being such insecure prat, meleth-nin. He will not refuse our little one because we will tie him to the bedpost. You know that usually around this time our brother is stargazing on his favorite tree, so he won't spoil our plan as we slip this little, hmm well not little but sweet, treat and tie it to his bed. I don't think Rumil will release him until he is done with this temptation. Ah, don't give me that look, my sweet one. He is temptation. Look at him, so ripe so beautiful. Admit it, who wouldn't want such a treat."
"I tell you, what he is my brother. He is HEAVY creature and I think I pulled my back while I carried this elf. Why couldn't Rumil just settle for pair of leggings? Why did his gift have to be a life size, with the blond hair and such a curved, delicious as..."
"Haldir." Orophin pouted." I thought you said I was the one gifted with such delicious traits."
"You are my dear, you are. But you started describing this elfling first, and I just added something more to your description. You know I am not interested in anyone but you, brother."
"Hmmm, really. I would kiss you if we aren't doing this task of delivering a new lover to our youngest brother. But I promise you massage when we get to our secret cabin and get to relish the end of this day. Now lift him up so I can open the door of Rumil's room. We don't have much time before he returns from his nightly walk."
"Not again." Haldir left out the wail and he lifted up his slumbering captor again. Orophin had drugged this captive elf with the sleeping potion, but the guard didn't give him to much of it, just a little bit to ease this task.
Yes, Haldir had to carry this immobilized elf from the Main Hall but it would be harder for him if he had carried struggling heavy elf all the way from there. Good thing Orophin always had a strong sleeping potions at hand that made even the heaviest task easier, when the one was set on it.
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Rumil murmured a little tune he had on his mind as he entered his little chamber, surprised at the flickering candles that were located on his night-stand. He knew he didn't lit none of them before he went away and as he moved he was surprised to see that someone was laying there on the bed, naked chest exposed and with blond hair released so it almost covered his face.
But Rumil knew that stranger on his bed was all to familiar and he gasped as he got closer and he discovered the identity of the one who laid so freely on his sheets. Legolas, Son of Thranduil, his princely crush was tied to the bedpost and he was mumbling in his sleep. But how did he get here.
Who would do such a thing. He scanned the room and finally he found some answers as he located the note that was laying on Legolas's chest. He quickly picked it up, careful not to disturb a vision of beauty on the bed and he unfolded the note as he recognized Orophin's writing.
"DEAR BROTHER:
I AM SORRY IF YOU FELT IGNORED ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY BUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES SOMETIMES MAKE YOU FORGET MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR LIFE.AND FORGET WE DID.YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO US, LITTLE ONE AND WE FEEL SO GUILTY FOR FORGETTING THAT TODAY YOU ARE TAKING THE STEP INTO YOUR ADULTHOOD. WE CANNOT EXPECT FOR YOU TO FORGIVE US SO SOON, BUT I HOPE OUR GIFT MIGHT BRIGHTEN THE END OF YOUR DAY. WE PROMISE AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FUTURE BIRTHDAYS, AND WE WISH YOU SO MUCH HAPPINESS IN THE YEARS THAT WILL COME IN YOUR YOUNG LIFE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUMIL
AND PS: USE THAT TREAT BEFORE YOU WELL, BECAUSE I THINK HALDIR HAD PULLED HIS BACK WHILE HE CARRIED THAT GIFT OF YOURS.
Rumil laughed at that note and he knew that he would eventually forgive his siblings for ignoring him on his birthday. But first he would make them suffer a bit. He was never a type to hold a grudge against anybody who offended him or just ignored him in some way.
But now his eyes were shifted on a waking beauty on the bed and Rumil stepped into the shadows of the room, hiding himself from the clear view. Legolas's head turned from side to side as he was trying to comprehend the situation he was in, from second to second failing to understand what was done to him.
He knew that he was tied and was located in a strange looking room, but his mind clearly realized that he wasn't in his own chambers. He sensed someone at the right side of his bed and he shifted his head to that position, and his elvish eyes saw the young elf staring at him with the hungry expression on his face. He realized that he was naked, as the day he was born and that must be effect that made that strange elf gaze at him so. He scanned his mind finding the familiar faces and he remembered the name of the elfling who was now hiding in the shadow.
The elf was Rumil, brother of Haldir, guardian of Lorien forest and the young one indeed. When Legolas met him last time he was merely ten years old, beautiful child with freckles on his face, full cheeks and his trusted teddy bear by his side. Legolas couldn't believe that this was indeed Rumil, and he wondered what was he doing here tonight. He remembered that the Rumil didn't attend tonight's celebration, and Legolas wanted to know how he ended up here instead going to his own chambers.
"Rumil is that you?" Legolas asked and he knew that the answer was yes. Rumil came into the light and the elfling nervously smiled at the naked captive on his bed.
"Rumil, it is you. How nice to see you, little one. Can you tell me how I got here and what is the purpose of this. I was attending the Celebration and I don't know how I ended up here." Legolas smiled at the young charge and he felt the tension pouring from the guardian, his eyes downcast, and the deep redness was clearly shown on his face.
"I...My brothers brought you here." Rumil's answer was short and it didn't give much information to Legolas how he ended up here. Rumil was still looking at the floor as if something interesting was happening down there.
"Valar, why did they bring me over here. What kind of jest is this. Is this your room, little one." Legolas could see that those questions he asked were making Rumil more nervous. He looked like a trapped animal with no hope to escape his doom, and he didn't answer any of the questions Legolas asked him to.
"Rumil...what is going on." Legolas was on the verge of his patience. He didn't want to yell at young one but he decided to at least show that he was a bit irritated.
"I cannot say why you are here, and I certainly wasn't the one who brought you here. Why ask me so many questions when you know you are not in position to request for anything, not even the mercy, princeling." Rumil's streak of madness showed up unexpectedly and the urge for sudden control came over him. He knew it was wrong to do this, but he didn't want this chance to go to waste.
After all, his brothers got this gift for him and who was he to refuse these wicked charms. He knew he would regret this sooner or later, but he decided to make his move and let the faith take it's toll later on. He quickly moved to the bed and he attacked his captive, quickly as any serpent hungry for the taste of it's prey.
Legolas was surprised by the kiss he received from the reserved elfling and the flash of heat was spreading through his body as the demanding action was receiving some kind of the reaction. Rumil, surprisingly was a good kisser, with demanding lips and fierce bite, and Legolas wondered how something so young could be so deviously delicious.
Rumil of course was dying of excitement inside, is lis lips continued their seeking journey. He wasn''t a virgin as his brothers thought he was, but kissing this prince he felt like it was his first time. Rumil had three previous lovers, all of them fiery and all of them were servants of the lust. He lost his innocence when he was barely forty and that gave him this experience, and now part of that experience he would share with Legolas, and he would make sure he wouldn't be forgotten so soon in the Prince's mind.
"Rumil, stop." Legolas demanded and Rumil ceased his action for a moment and looked at the Princes eyes.
"Why should I stop. You responded to my kisses and you cannot pretend to deny that obvious fact. There will be no stopping, my sweet prince. The only thing you can do is to endure the things I will do to you." Again, Rumil's lips found it's target, and Legolas whimpered at the ferocity of the kiss. He could barely breathe as the kiss got deeper, but his aroused body was humming from the sensations inside.
He was hard and Legolas couldn't deny that youngling's actions were provoking the lustful response and he knew he had to let it go, because tied as he was, fighting would only make the actions worse.
He relaxed and he let Rumil satisfy his hunger on his body, and as the fingers moved all over his chest, continuing lower and lower, he knew that he would not last long, because the hot touches were unlike anything else he had felt before. Rumil's kisses moved on Legolas's throat and lower they went toward the rosebud nipples.
Legolas moaned as Rumil took one of them inside of his mouth, biting gently on them, and licking around. What in the Valar could one do, when he was thoroughly controlled by a mere child.
The stomach was next on the Rumil's target and he kissed and licked around it, lowering his head to the most important pleasure spot Legolas''s body offered. Rumil looked at it with open desire in his gaze as he provocatively licked his lips, and Legolas looked at that action with disbelief in his eyes.
This child was sweet when he was younger but now he became one of the most seductive demons, Legolas had ever encountered in his life. Legolas's body was singing in the anticipation as Rumil took his time, still eyeing the center of Legolas's desire.
Rumil's lips came to the head of Legolas's shaft and he experimentally licked it. The taste of it was intoxicating and Rumil knew that he would never taste anything like that again. He finally sucked all of it inside of his mouth and Legolas released a small gasp as he felt that hotness developing his private area.
He wanted to raise his hips but that was not possible because Rumil kept them locked on the bed. The young charge knew exactly what to do to bring Legolas on the brink every time. Rumil was adding speed to his task and by Legolas's moans he could tell that the pleasure he was offering was indeed great.
His mouth abandoned the weeping organ and Rumil smiled at the eagerness of his Prince. He didn't want for Legolas to find his release yet and he moved his body to the night-stand where the flickering candles produced the shadows throughout the room.
He pulled the vial of oil from the bottom drawer and Legolas's eyes became widened as he saw what Rumil was holding in his hand. His lips felt dry as he stared at the child in front of him, and he followed his catlike movements as the Rumil joined him on the bed. His untied legs were lifted up and he allowed this action to go further, because the fight would be fake one even if he tried to rebel against the passion he felt inside.
Rumil oiled his shaft with lubrication and as his resolve to take this Prince was becoming strong, he didn't have a patience to prepare his lover for proper entry. He wanted to give some pain and to receive some pleasure in return, but his mind told him to go slow on his waiting lover. He positioned his shaft at the entrance and he pushed only an inch, waiting for his lover to get accustomed for the surprised size that penetrated him. Legolas was indeed surprised at Rumil's unexpected size.
For an elf of hundred summers, Rumil possessed the biggest gift any lover would be lucky to receive. Elfling's size was enormous and Legolas felt the small pain coming from his nether regions. He relaxed his lower body, sighing deeply as he opened himself for his lover, anticipating more pain to come. But surprisingly as Rumil pushed the rest of it in, Legolas didn't feel any pain, just a little discomfort. Rumil was finally inside of the velvet tunnel and he experimentally moved his hips, provoking the loud moan to escape from Legolas's mouth.
Legolas's fiery body was quickly turning to erupting volcano as the long, gifted in size slick shaft penetrated his nether regions, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. Rumil was increasing the speed of his thrusts and he came to stop so suddenly, as he impaled Legolas with his shaft, going even deeper he didn't venture before.
"So, Legolas." Rumil purred. "Do you still want me to stop?" Question as stupid at it sounded irritated Legolas and in this situation he only wanted to find his deserved release.
"Rumil...keep going...unless you want me to slit your throat after we are done. Ai.." Legolas didn't sound so threateningly enough to him, and Rumil just stood still waiting for Legolas to beg for guardian's next move.
"Rumil"Legolas called with breathless voice." Move, fuck me harder." Legolas said in seductive voice hoping that Rumil would pleasure him till his release came.
"Only if you say please." Rumil's hoarse voice sounded in the room and Legolas bit his lip trying not to beg the young one to continue.
"I never say please. It is not in my dictionary." Legolas said hoping that it would get through Rumil's head, but the mocking voice told him Rumil would never be satisfied until Legolas learned how to beg for his release.
"Then I will not move. Trust me I can stay like this all day or night if it is required of me. But I don't know about you sweet one, are you sure you want to prolong your torture to it's limits." Rumil chuckled and moved his hips couple of times, and Legolas growled in frustration.
"All right, all right. Please Rumil.... Please move." Legolas said in his soft voice, and Rumil obliged moving with the same speed he moved couple a minutes ago. Legolas was caught in the dance of the sensations and pleasure came with the even bigger intensity. He knew that he had to scream, and scream he did as the Rumil moved inside of him last time. They both came the same second, the same moment imprinted on this lovers night and they both sighed as the release passed over them, making their bodies glow within candlelight.
Lovers they did became, but the sorrow would the morning share after their sated bodies enjoyed the satisfaction the night possessed.
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Legolas woke up with the start, and he gazed at the ceiling for a long time, recalling everything that was done last night. His hands were now free and he quietly left the bed, collecting his clothes in the hurry and escaping away. He didn't want to wake the young one, because he only wanted to escape in peace and with haste, never ever again wanting to see that angelic face again. Rumil woke up too after Legolas was gone and he knew that the warmth he felt was now gone from his side. He knew that never again he would share the night with the Prince by his side, but no matter what other gifts he received in the future, the thought about Legolas would always lighten his heart.
THE END
(Sequel is on my mind but it's not scribbled on paper. Depends on popularity of this part,LOL)
Author: kiki g.
Email: ihgs123@yahoo.com
Pairings: Legolas/Rumil, Haldir/Orophin mentioned
Warnings: slash, m/m pairing, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Young Rumil celebrates his 100 B-day. He thinks that he is ignored on his special day but wait and see what his brothers have in store for him on his birthday. Giggles.
A/N:R&R this smutty fic. Special thanks to Mima and Leila for reading this fic before I posted it. And big hugs to Lady of Legolas for being my IM shoulder to cry girlie.And thankies to May for being my muse.And that's it.On with the show.LOL
http://www.angelfire.com/al4/legolas_woods
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/kikislotrslashfics/
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He was singing. He was wasting his sorrow in a song about happiness and he was singing till he would by any chance loose his voice or if somebody would had mercy on him and would shot him here on the spot.
He knew that he had a terrible voice for an elf but he didn't care because the singing was only cure that took all of his sadness away. And this day is supposed to be at least happiest day of his life, instead it turned wrong and now he was feeling so ignored. Firstly, he had to serve his time at the borders today and Haldir his brother, his captain didn't even ask him or even remember what was special about this day.
Today is his one-hundredth birthday, and he had to spend it chasing the orcs around borders and to top it all, he didn't receive any well-wishes or gifts from his brothers and friends. Of course, nobody cared about the young Rumil, and he was so mad because he had always been there for them when they had their celebrations and their sorrows to spend.
Maybe he misjudge this situation. Who knew? Maybe they didn't forget him and they just misplaced his birthday in their minds and they would make it all up to him when they remember that today was his birthday. Oh who was he kidding. They would never remember. It's hopeless to think they would.
And besides tonight was the most important celebration here in the Lothlorien and everybody was invited to dine with royalty. Yes, maybe that thought mostly occupied their minds than Rumil's special one-hundredth birthday.
(To Mordor with them all) Rumil thought. He would stop thinking about today and he would be so happy when he finally arrives to his talan. He had been dismissed from the borders tonight, and he would enjoy this evening just laying down and starring at the stars.
He would not even bother to make appearance at that fancy celebration because his foul mood would spend it drinking his sorrows away. And No, he didn't want to go there because of the one person his heart desired but couldn't have. Yes, he was foolish youngling and to fall in love was so easy today and fallen he had been since he saw that pretty princeling's face.
(Stop thinking about him, Rumil.) His mind told him to, but his heart strayed. He would just sing and stop caring for anything else. Easily said than done, but he would find a way to ignore everything on his way, as he was intentionally ignored today.
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"Ai, Orophin. I just remembered something. Oh, Valar he will kill us. How could we overlook such a thing."
Haldir's face grew pale and Orophin's brother looked as he had saw a Balrog himself standing there.
"What are you talking about, Haldir. What did we overlook? For Valar's sake sit down, you are looking pale as the death itself." The brothers were located in Orophin's room and they were getting ready for the upcoming celebration.
They had identical shirts on, with identical leggings and only thing that separated them in their looks was that the Haldir was more broader than Orophin.
Haldir listened to Orophin and he took a seat on the bed, as he released the deep sigh from his mouth.
"We forgot that today is Rumil's one-hundredth birthday. We didn't even congratulate the poor bloke and we didn't prepare the celebration for his special day. Oh, if mother was only here to see us, she would rip us alive. Oro, what are we going to do. How are we going to make this up to him." Haldir sighed again and Orophin's face became pale too. He finally understood his brothers shock and he also felt guilty for ignoring his brother today.
But suddenly a wicked thought occurred to him and the flashy grin covered Orophin's face as he realized that it was not to late to give his youngest brother a gift. The gift that the youngling would surely appreciate and maybe he would forgive his brothers for being so stupid and reckless to ignore him on their part.
"No despair is now necessary brother because I might have a splendid idea that would surely clear our actions and maybe win our brothers forgiveness. Listen, we have to do this properly, or we will end up in the dungeons in the flash of the second if by any chance we mess up even one step of my plan."
"What plan is that? What can we do to make up for our foolishness, brother? We need a miracle to win Rumil's forgiveness. Do you know why he didn't want to go to that celebration tonight.
He is hurt and if I know my brother well as I do it will take two hundred years for him to forgive us. If we are lucky to wait that long, that is."
Haldir was annoyed and he was mad at himself for forgetting his brother's special birthday. Orophin came up behind him and he hugged his oldest brother, giving him some kid of the reassurance that their youngest brother would somehow forgive them.
Haldir was seeking that small comfort and he placed a small kiss upon Orophin's lips. He understood why Rumil would think that he was alone. Haldir and Orophin spent most of their time in each others presence constantly pushing their youngest one away. In the other words the two brothers were very deeply in love and they have been lovers for five years.
They covered their secret relationship all the time, seeking each other in shadows of their posts, away from prying eyes. Their only fear was that their youngest treasure would find out their shame and that he would be disgusted at such a sight or even the foul thought of brotherly love beyond boundaries.
"Not necessarily. Listen meleth-nin. Our miracle may lay there where Rumil's affections are very strong. Our savior is there where the bitter grape meets sweet wine. What I am trying to say is that we must gift Rumil something that he wants the most, and denies himself of it.
As a good brothers and great warriors we must reach out and get it for him, because his shyness is the only thing that prevents him from reaching for it himself. Do you know what that is, my sweet one." Orophin a l a loving look to his brother and Haldir scratched his head in a deep thought, but as it seemed to him, resolution was nowhere to be found.
"No, Orophin. May I inquire what are you rambling about?"
"Oh, for such a great lover and caring brother you have a mind of an orc. What I am trying to ramble about is that our gift for Rumil will be present on tonight's festivities. We only have to tie him and drag him to Rumil's quarters. If the Rumil is satisfied with his gift, he would have a heart to forgive us. I don't think a pair of leggings would suit him as the gift right now, because his anger demands the special gift for his special birthday.
"Who's he. Who do we have to manhandle to get him to our brother's quarters. Our little brother is adorable and I think he can get this elf by himself. Why do we have to do it for him?" Haldir chuckled but Orophin just gave him annoying glare.
"Haldir, your stupidity sometimes amazes me. We have to get this elf for Rumil or he will never, ever forgive us. Listen, just follow me and I will tell you who our future captive is. We'll be late to this celebration if I keep explaining to you why we have to do this."'
Orophin got up from his bed, pulling his brother with him.
Orophin opened the drawer of his night-stand, and he pulled couple of the ropes, hiding them in the deep pockets of his leggings. Haldir finally understood what his lover was about to do and he captured Orophin's mouth in a deep kiss.
"Oh, and you my brother. Who would thought that such a mellow creature could be so wicked." Haldir referred those words to his lover and Orophin giggled childishly, taking his brothers hand in his own.
"Haldir you do know me too well and I dare to say our brother will spend this night in the joys of getting to know his first lover. Now we must go or we will miss the major part of the celebration. Come brother, we shall waste no more time."
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"Valar, he is so heavy. Why didn't you say we have to kidnap an Oliphaunt? Orophin, this is the last time I will end up listening to you, and your ideas. And why am I the only one that is carrying him." Orophin smiled at Haldir's whining and he looked for the signs of other elves near their talan that would surely spoil their plan. He sighed when he found none and he nodded to Haldir, who was a bit flustered from the hard task Orophin had him doing.
"Haldir was swayed off his feet by the weight he was carrying and he breathed deeply as he tried not to drop the elf that weighed more than any elf he had encountered in his life. Orophin climbed on the rope ladder to his talan and he motioned to Haldir to pass the elf to him, so he could bring him inside. Orophin now knew what Haldir meant when he said (Why didn't you say we have to kidnap an Oliphaunt).
"Wow, now I know that Thranduil doesn't spare on the food around his household. The elf is very heavy, and I hope he won't crush our poor brother when he rides him tonight." Orophin gave a naughty glare to his brother, and Haldir's face got red from his brothers blunt words.
"Wicked words, my wicked brother. How do you know that this elf will agree to ride our little stallion? He seems so cold and prickly to me and I am not sure about this at all. He will refuse our poor Rumil and that my brother, will be all your fault."
"Oh stop being such insecure prat, meleth-nin. He will not refuse our little one because we will tie him to the bedpost. You know that usually around this time our brother is stargazing on his favorite tree, so he won't spoil our plan as we slip this little, hmm well not little but sweet, treat and tie it to his bed. I don't think Rumil will release him until he is done with this temptation. Ah, don't give me that look, my sweet one. He is temptation. Look at him, so ripe so beautiful. Admit it, who wouldn't want such a treat."
"I tell you, what he is my brother. He is HEAVY creature and I think I pulled my back while I carried this elf. Why couldn't Rumil just settle for pair of leggings? Why did his gift have to be a life size, with the blond hair and such a curved, delicious as..."
"Haldir." Orophin pouted." I thought you said I was the one gifted with such delicious traits."
"You are my dear, you are. But you started describing this elfling first, and I just added something more to your description. You know I am not interested in anyone but you, brother."
"Hmmm, really. I would kiss you if we aren't doing this task of delivering a new lover to our youngest brother. But I promise you massage when we get to our secret cabin and get to relish the end of this day. Now lift him up so I can open the door of Rumil's room. We don't have much time before he returns from his nightly walk."
"Not again." Haldir left out the wail and he lifted up his slumbering captor again. Orophin had drugged this captive elf with the sleeping potion, but the guard didn't give him to much of it, just a little bit to ease this task.
Yes, Haldir had to carry this immobilized elf from the Main Hall but it would be harder for him if he had carried struggling heavy elf all the way from there. Good thing Orophin always had a strong sleeping potions at hand that made even the heaviest task easier, when the one was set on it.
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Rumil murmured a little tune he had on his mind as he entered his little chamber, surprised at the flickering candles that were located on his night-stand. He knew he didn't lit none of them before he went away and as he moved he was surprised to see that someone was laying there on the bed, naked chest exposed and with blond hair released so it almost covered his face.
But Rumil knew that stranger on his bed was all to familiar and he gasped as he got closer and he discovered the identity of the one who laid so freely on his sheets. Legolas, Son of Thranduil, his princely crush was tied to the bedpost and he was mumbling in his sleep. But how did he get here.
Who would do such a thing. He scanned the room and finally he found some answers as he located the note that was laying on Legolas's chest. He quickly picked it up, careful not to disturb a vision of beauty on the bed and he unfolded the note as he recognized Orophin's writing.
"DEAR BROTHER:
I AM SORRY IF YOU FELT IGNORED ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY BUT THE CIRCUMSTANCES SOMETIMES MAKE YOU FORGET MOST IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR LIFE.AND FORGET WE DID.YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO US, LITTLE ONE AND WE FEEL SO GUILTY FOR FORGETTING THAT TODAY YOU ARE TAKING THE STEP INTO YOUR ADULTHOOD. WE CANNOT EXPECT FOR YOU TO FORGIVE US SO SOON, BUT I HOPE OUR GIFT MIGHT BRIGHTEN THE END OF YOUR DAY. WE PROMISE AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FUTURE BIRTHDAYS, AND WE WISH YOU SO MUCH HAPPINESS IN THE YEARS THAT WILL COME IN YOUR YOUNG LIFE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUMIL
AND PS: USE THAT TREAT BEFORE YOU WELL, BECAUSE I THINK HALDIR HAD PULLED HIS BACK WHILE HE CARRIED THAT GIFT OF YOURS.
Rumil laughed at that note and he knew that he would eventually forgive his siblings for ignoring him on his birthday. But first he would make them suffer a bit. He was never a type to hold a grudge against anybody who offended him or just ignored him in some way.
But now his eyes were shifted on a waking beauty on the bed and Rumil stepped into the shadows of the room, hiding himself from the clear view. Legolas's head turned from side to side as he was trying to comprehend the situation he was in, from second to second failing to understand what was done to him.
He knew that he was tied and was located in a strange looking room, but his mind clearly realized that he wasn't in his own chambers. He sensed someone at the right side of his bed and he shifted his head to that position, and his elvish eyes saw the young elf staring at him with the hungry expression on his face. He realized that he was naked, as the day he was born and that must be effect that made that strange elf gaze at him so. He scanned his mind finding the familiar faces and he remembered the name of the elfling who was now hiding in the shadow.
The elf was Rumil, brother of Haldir, guardian of Lorien forest and the young one indeed. When Legolas met him last time he was merely ten years old, beautiful child with freckles on his face, full cheeks and his trusted teddy bear by his side. Legolas couldn't believe that this was indeed Rumil, and he wondered what was he doing here tonight. He remembered that the Rumil didn't attend tonight's celebration, and Legolas wanted to know how he ended up here instead going to his own chambers.
"Rumil is that you?" Legolas asked and he knew that the answer was yes. Rumil came into the light and the elfling nervously smiled at the naked captive on his bed.
"Rumil, it is you. How nice to see you, little one. Can you tell me how I got here and what is the purpose of this. I was attending the Celebration and I don't know how I ended up here." Legolas smiled at the young charge and he felt the tension pouring from the guardian, his eyes downcast, and the deep redness was clearly shown on his face.
"I...My brothers brought you here." Rumil's answer was short and it didn't give much information to Legolas how he ended up here. Rumil was still looking at the floor as if something interesting was happening down there.
"Valar, why did they bring me over here. What kind of jest is this. Is this your room, little one." Legolas could see that those questions he asked were making Rumil more nervous. He looked like a trapped animal with no hope to escape his doom, and he didn't answer any of the questions Legolas asked him to.
"Rumil...what is going on." Legolas was on the verge of his patience. He didn't want to yell at young one but he decided to at least show that he was a bit irritated.
"I cannot say why you are here, and I certainly wasn't the one who brought you here. Why ask me so many questions when you know you are not in position to request for anything, not even the mercy, princeling." Rumil's streak of madness showed up unexpectedly and the urge for sudden control came over him. He knew it was wrong to do this, but he didn't want this chance to go to waste.
After all, his brothers got this gift for him and who was he to refuse these wicked charms. He knew he would regret this sooner or later, but he decided to make his move and let the faith take it's toll later on. He quickly moved to the bed and he attacked his captive, quickly as any serpent hungry for the taste of it's prey.
Legolas was surprised by the kiss he received from the reserved elfling and the flash of heat was spreading through his body as the demanding action was receiving some kind of the reaction. Rumil, surprisingly was a good kisser, with demanding lips and fierce bite, and Legolas wondered how something so young could be so deviously delicious.
Rumil of course was dying of excitement inside, is lis lips continued their seeking journey. He wasn''t a virgin as his brothers thought he was, but kissing this prince he felt like it was his first time. Rumil had three previous lovers, all of them fiery and all of them were servants of the lust. He lost his innocence when he was barely forty and that gave him this experience, and now part of that experience he would share with Legolas, and he would make sure he wouldn't be forgotten so soon in the Prince's mind.
"Rumil, stop." Legolas demanded and Rumil ceased his action for a moment and looked at the Princes eyes.
"Why should I stop. You responded to my kisses and you cannot pretend to deny that obvious fact. There will be no stopping, my sweet prince. The only thing you can do is to endure the things I will do to you." Again, Rumil's lips found it's target, and Legolas whimpered at the ferocity of the kiss. He could barely breathe as the kiss got deeper, but his aroused body was humming from the sensations inside.
He was hard and Legolas couldn't deny that youngling's actions were provoking the lustful response and he knew he had to let it go, because tied as he was, fighting would only make the actions worse.
He relaxed and he let Rumil satisfy his hunger on his body, and as the fingers moved all over his chest, continuing lower and lower, he knew that he would not last long, because the hot touches were unlike anything else he had felt before. Rumil's kisses moved on Legolas's throat and lower they went toward the rosebud nipples.
Legolas moaned as Rumil took one of them inside of his mouth, biting gently on them, and licking around. What in the Valar could one do, when he was thoroughly controlled by a mere child.
The stomach was next on the Rumil's target and he kissed and licked around it, lowering his head to the most important pleasure spot Legolas''s body offered. Rumil looked at it with open desire in his gaze as he provocatively licked his lips, and Legolas looked at that action with disbelief in his eyes.
This child was sweet when he was younger but now he became one of the most seductive demons, Legolas had ever encountered in his life. Legolas's body was singing in the anticipation as Rumil took his time, still eyeing the center of Legolas's desire.
Rumil's lips came to the head of Legolas's shaft and he experimentally licked it. The taste of it was intoxicating and Rumil knew that he would never taste anything like that again. He finally sucked all of it inside of his mouth and Legolas released a small gasp as he felt that hotness developing his private area.
He wanted to raise his hips but that was not possible because Rumil kept them locked on the bed. The young charge knew exactly what to do to bring Legolas on the brink every time. Rumil was adding speed to his task and by Legolas's moans he could tell that the pleasure he was offering was indeed great.
His mouth abandoned the weeping organ and Rumil smiled at the eagerness of his Prince. He didn't want for Legolas to find his release yet and he moved his body to the night-stand where the flickering candles produced the shadows throughout the room.
He pulled the vial of oil from the bottom drawer and Legolas's eyes became widened as he saw what Rumil was holding in his hand. His lips felt dry as he stared at the child in front of him, and he followed his catlike movements as the Rumil joined him on the bed. His untied legs were lifted up and he allowed this action to go further, because the fight would be fake one even if he tried to rebel against the passion he felt inside.
Rumil oiled his shaft with lubrication and as his resolve to take this Prince was becoming strong, he didn't have a patience to prepare his lover for proper entry. He wanted to give some pain and to receive some pleasure in return, but his mind told him to go slow on his waiting lover. He positioned his shaft at the entrance and he pushed only an inch, waiting for his lover to get accustomed for the surprised size that penetrated him. Legolas was indeed surprised at Rumil's unexpected size.
For an elf of hundred summers, Rumil possessed the biggest gift any lover would be lucky to receive. Elfling's size was enormous and Legolas felt the small pain coming from his nether regions. He relaxed his lower body, sighing deeply as he opened himself for his lover, anticipating more pain to come. But surprisingly as Rumil pushed the rest of it in, Legolas didn't feel any pain, just a little discomfort. Rumil was finally inside of the velvet tunnel and he experimentally moved his hips, provoking the loud moan to escape from Legolas's mouth.
Legolas's fiery body was quickly turning to erupting volcano as the long, gifted in size slick shaft penetrated his nether regions, hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. Rumil was increasing the speed of his thrusts and he came to stop so suddenly, as he impaled Legolas with his shaft, going even deeper he didn't venture before.
"So, Legolas." Rumil purred. "Do you still want me to stop?" Question as stupid at it sounded irritated Legolas and in this situation he only wanted to find his deserved release.
"Rumil...keep going...unless you want me to slit your throat after we are done. Ai.." Legolas didn't sound so threateningly enough to him, and Rumil just stood still waiting for Legolas to beg for guardian's next move.
"Rumil"Legolas called with breathless voice." Move, fuck me harder." Legolas said in seductive voice hoping that Rumil would pleasure him till his release came.
"Only if you say please." Rumil's hoarse voice sounded in the room and Legolas bit his lip trying not to beg the young one to continue.
"I never say please. It is not in my dictionary." Legolas said hoping that it would get through Rumil's head, but the mocking voice told him Rumil would never be satisfied until Legolas learned how to beg for his release.
"Then I will not move. Trust me I can stay like this all day or night if it is required of me. But I don't know about you sweet one, are you sure you want to prolong your torture to it's limits." Rumil chuckled and moved his hips couple of times, and Legolas growled in frustration.
"All right, all right. Please Rumil.... Please move." Legolas said in his soft voice, and Rumil obliged moving with the same speed he moved couple a minutes ago. Legolas was caught in the dance of the sensations and pleasure came with the even bigger intensity. He knew that he had to scream, and scream he did as the Rumil moved inside of him last time. They both came the same second, the same moment imprinted on this lovers night and they both sighed as the release passed over them, making their bodies glow within candlelight.
Lovers they did became, but the sorrow would the morning share after their sated bodies enjoyed the satisfaction the night possessed.
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Legolas woke up with the start, and he gazed at the ceiling for a long time, recalling everything that was done last night. His hands were now free and he quietly left the bed, collecting his clothes in the hurry and escaping away. He didn't want to wake the young one, because he only wanted to escape in peace and with haste, never ever again wanting to see that angelic face again. Rumil woke up too after Legolas was gone and he knew that the warmth he felt was now gone from his side. He knew that never again he would share the night with the Prince by his side, but no matter what other gifts he received in the future, the thought about Legolas would always lighten his heart.
THE END
(Sequel is on my mind but it's not scribbled on paper. Depends on popularity of this part,LOL)