The Suppleness of Saplings

Title: The Suppleness of Saplings

Author: Janet Elizabeth

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Character Pai Pairing: Legolas and himself

Slash: M/M, but mostly just M

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Slash content, NO SIBLING INCEST IS IMPLIED

Genre: Plot What Plot, movie and book based


Disclaimer: I can’t claim these characters but I claim their actions here and I also state that I do NOT receive any monies from any Lord of the Rings derivative work. I write because I love to.

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The Suppleness of Saplings
by Janet Elizabeth

Legolas was sulking by the riverbank and trying not to listen to the raucous laughter echoing from behind him. A loud ‘whoomph’ noise almost made him turn but the applause that followed only made him smile deeper into his pout.

“That was perfect Elladan!” yelled Elrohir as his twin cackled with laughter. “A perfect blue flame.”

“Thank you. Thank you all.” Came the golden tones of the other of Rivendell’s infamous twins.

The young prince of Mirkwood’s frustration was almost filled to bursting.

*...i think i hate them... yes... yes... i do hate them... this is supposed to be my majority test and they are ignoring me... treating me like a slave... not testing me at all... i am a prince and they are not... at least it has not been told me that they are... i am supposed to be tested... i am a mature elf now... i know all the lore... i am an excellent hunter and tracker... i am the best archer... I AM A PRINCE... *

With a growl of rage, the young princeling jumped to his feet and whirled to face the crackling bonfire. His hands were balled into fists, his arms rigid at his sides as he stalked into the flickering firelight. His entrance was met with an amused silence. Legolas closed his eyes and stood there breathing harshly from his mouth. The silence rolled onwards until one of the twins stood up.

“, bo, boy, elf boy, what is it you want?” Said Elrohir with a sneer.

“I am the son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood!” He shouted. “I am a prince. This is my testing for my majority. And you little elf lordlings sit here setting fire to gassy emissions like common humans while my majority goes unproven!”

His words rang around the clearing, silencing even the night sounds. Then the laughter began. At the centre of the mocking hilarity stood the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, their faces almost purple in their mirth.

Legolas gritted his teeth and charged at the nearer twin, which happened to be Elladan. His balled fists met the dark haired elf’s chest, Elrohir kicked out, cracking his calf across the back of Legolas’ knees. The fair haired prince fell backwards, landing with an audible thump on his buttocks.

The group’s laughter doubled as the Mirkwood prince howled with rage and sprang to his feet. His handsome face was suffused with rage as he faced the cackling brothers and their friends. Without thinking, he scrabbled at his boot and pulled a long, slender gutting knife from the sheath hidden there. With a snarl he leapt at Elrohir, but was suddenly jerked from his feet. Elladan had grabbed him around the neck. The young prince made a choking sound as the knife fell from his fingers and the fierce faces of both twins were thrust into his.

“What do you think you are doing princeling?” Sneered Elladan.

“Yes, little prince.” Hissed Elrohir. “Do you think to kill us in a fit of temper? How do you think the Lord of Rivendell and the King of Mirkwood would enjoy hearing how you killed us in the midst of a tantrum?”

“Yes, a tantrum, like a baby and not an Elven prince who is supposed to prove his maturity?” Came Elladan’s snappish reply.

Legolas was trembling now, his face getting redder each moment that Elladan clasped his large hand around the slender prince’s throat. He tangled his fingers into the ones digging into his windpipe and tried to speak.

“And how... do you think... the Lord of... Riven-dell would like.. it.. if you killed... the son of a king?” He managed to croak out.

The twins glanced at each other and then glaring at him with their frosty grey eyes, Elladan released his grip. The young prince fell to the ground in a heap, rubbing at his abused throat and gasping for air. He red fod for his knife with trembling fingers but the weapon was snatched from his questing hand by Elrohir.

“Oh no my pretty princeling. I’ll keep this.” Said Elrohir, as he slipped the knife into his belt. “You’ll just have to rip your meat from the bone.”

This remark brought another chorus of harsh laughter from the rest of the company. The trembling prince closed his eyes and made a silent vow to himself.

*... i will show them what i can do and they will have to respect me... i will show them that i am one of them and then i will show them that i am better...*

When he opened his eyes he found Elladan regarding him with a sardonic grin. Legolas looked quickly away and pulled himself to his feet. As he brushed himself off, Elrohir threw him a ragged blanket, an old bow and a half empty quiver of arrows.

“If you want to prove yourself, oh might Prince of Mirkwood, then take the first watch and mind you don’t fall into a dream.” Sneered the grey-eyed elf.

Legolas caught the weapon but let the threadbare blanket fall to the dirt.

“I have no need for cover.” He said quietly, his voice now as soft as earlier it had been strident. “A sentry is not meant to have comfort lest they do fall into a dream and their companions be killed. You would not wish that, would you my lords Elrohir and Elladan?”

He gazed at each twin evenly for a moment or two, then, straightening his shoulders, walked regally from the clearing. A wave of laughter followed him, but he fought the urge to look back.

~ the next morning ~

Legolas moved silently through the woods towards the campsite where his companions rested. He had stood watch all through the night alone, not waking any of the others. During his long vigil, he had tracked, caught and killed several orc spies and other evil creatures attempting to make their way into the valley surrounding Rivendell. He had burned their corpses in varied bonfires at the edges of the wood and then buried their bones under cairns of stone. He had also hunted for food in the waxing pre-dawn light, snaring several rabbits and two large game birds. Along the way, he had picked up some herbs to season the meat with and fresh greens to eat cold with the gravy from the meat.

He had been busy and was hoping the twins would at least acknowledge his prowess and declare him of age when they returned to Rivendell. He knew his father would not be pleased if his son returned home after a fortnight still unconfirmed in his majority.

As he neared the clearing, he could hear sound and movement from the company. He smiled to himself, thinking to have a witnessed victory over the twin’s abuses of the last few days. The young prince knew that the company were honest despite their casual cruelty and hoped that they would at least report him favourable to Elrond. He hefted his burdens onto his shoulder and prepared to make an entrance.

He stepped between two trees, about to set foot into the clearing when he spied the first of the company in a strange position on the ground. Legolas stopped short and gazed, open-mouthed, at the scene before him.

The entire group was gathered in the a loose circle around one of the younger members of the company. They all had their breeches pooled around knees and ankles, with their members exposed, rigid and well in hand. The slender elf in the centre of things, an elf by the name of Alador, had his body contorted into the strangest and, by the looks of things to Legolas’ eyes, an extremely uncomfortable position.

You Alador had his shoulders pressed to the ground with one arm flat behind his back, supporting his body. The rest of him rose into the air. His torso was curled over so that his legs were over his head. He had his other arm wrapped around his bent knees and he was pulling his groin towards his face. Elladan was standing next to him, holding his legs to help him balance, while fondling the young elf’s cock and balls. Periodically he would pull and stretch the stiffening member towards the younger elf’s face.

Legolas almost laughed but stopped as he heard Elrohir’s next words.

“Come on Alador. You’re not trying hard enough!” Snarled the older elf as he whipped his hand frenziedly up and down his own shaft. “If none of our company can complete this final rite of majority at the party tonight, all of us will be removed from testing. It has to be this time or never.”

“And that may not mean much to any of you, but my twin and I will not be shamed in the eyes of our father.” Sneered the furiously working Elladan.

Legolas almost felt sorry for Alador, but then remembered how the other elf had willingly participated in his own humiliation and decided to sit down and watch someone else be tortured by the twins. His observation didn’t last long though as he couldn’t bear to watch much of Alador’s discomfort. All too soon the young elf’s member was showing signs of bleeding and the pain on his face was too much for the prince to bear.

He rose to his feet and shouldering his burdens, he slipped away silently into the trees. In just a moment, he had found himself a quiet spot near a fallen tree. He carefully lay down his cargo and pondered what he had seen and heard. As he thought, he found there were stirrings in his own breeches that wouave ave to be attended to before he returned to camp.

He loosened the waist and pulled his slightly turgid shaft from it’s warm spot. Shaking, he pictured the position that Alador had been in and wondered if he was able to pleasure himself that way.

*... i am limber and slender enough... my member is large enough... i can probably do this...*

His breathing was heavy and deep as he slipped his breeches down to his ankles. He spotted the fallen log set against the ground and rising, he laid his cloak upon it. He lowered himself to the forest floor and when he was settled comfortably with his hips raised and pressed against the log, he reached for his quiver. He nestled it beneath his head and neck.

The young prince then too two deep breaths, exhaling fully and slid his bow arm beneath his back. A gentle shove and quick balance of his knees over his shoulders and his now fully erect member was directly in line with his face.

He could feel his heart beating wildly, his pulse thumping, as he reached to grasp his shaft. Pulling it to it’s full length, it fell short of his lips by a thumb length. He exhaled slowly and then began to draw short, even breaths as he pulled his knees lower towards the ground.

He could feel the pressure on his ribcage and his spine was creaking as it stretched, but he was excited by the fact that his cock was now brushing his lips. Trembling, he flicked his tongue out across his tip. A shiver of excitement prickled his skin as goosebumps rippled over the fair white expanse of flesh and up onto his scalp. The young prince was about to engulf the head of his cock between his lips when he heard a soft rustling and low murmur of voices.

As quickly as he could, he scrambled to his feet, pulling his clothing back into place. He had just retrieved his string of game and turned to face the approaching voices when two elves of the House of Elrond stepthrothrough the trees. They looked surprised to him him and he them. But he brushed past them, not wanting to let on that he had been having problems with his testers. They followed him.

“Legolas Greenleaf, why do you rush away?” Asked the golden-haired elf.

“I am late. I was to have this game back to our camp by day break.” He replied, marching steadfastly towards the twin’s campsite.

The two elves ran to catch up to him, the darker haired elf putting a hand on his arm to stop him.
The young prince stopped and regarded the elves with a tempered look. He did not want to reveal his trials and tribulations of the past fourteen days and thus cause himself more abuse if the lord of Rivendell found out about his son’s poor behaviour.

“Did you catch all this by yourself?” Asked the fair elf quietly.

Legolas nodded and tried to again make his way to the camp. This time the two elves stood in front of him, and he began to grow afraid, but they smiled allaying his fears.

“Yes. I was to stand watch and I did, all night alone and to bring game to break our fast in the morning, which I have also done.” Said the prince, looking downwards to avoid the gaze of the other two.

“You have done very well then and proven that you are worthy of your majority. Lord Elrond will be very pleased.” Said the dark elf.

“Only if I perform well tonight.” He replied, his voice quavering slightly.

The two elves glanced at each other and then back at the Mirkwood prince. Smiles wreathed their faces as they reached for his burdens. He put a hand to the string of game but it was gently removed from his fingers.

“Let us help you take your catch back to your campsite and show that we honour your achievement my prince.” Said the fair one.

Legolas stared hard into the eyes of each of the elves, trying to measure if they were sent by Elrond or by his sons. He feared deception and further abuses but after a few studied moments he nodded and the three set off for the campsite with long strides.

~ later that afternoon ~

“You have dispatched yourself greatly young Legolas. Your father will be very pleased, as I am with your accomplishments.” Said Elrond from behind his desk.

Elladan and Elrohir lounged off to one side but out of their father’s line of sight so the Lord of Rivendell would not see the black looks they continued to shoot the young prince. They had not been pleased to have Legolas escorted back to their camp, obviously having proven himself as a mature elf, by two of their father’s closest advisors. It had meant that no more fun would be had with the youngster and they had made plans to torment him one last and viciously contrived time before taking him back to the house. Legolas was sure their plot would have included some sort of rape or forced sex and of course extreme pain. He tried to avoid looking at the twin’s nasty faces.

“Thank you sir. I have done the best I could and am only glad that I was able to prove myself and also do a service to Imladris.” He said, looking directly into the eyes of his host.

Elrond smiled at him briefly and then stood up from his chair. As he walked around the desk he glanced at his sons and notice their angry faces. He stopped and stared at them with a questioning look.

“What is it that makes you both look so dark and burdened?” Asked the twin’s father of his two sons.

The young elves glanced at each other before Elrohir answered.

“Sorry father, we were just wishing young Legolas here had left us some orcs to kill.” He said in his lightest tone.

“Yes. You know how we feel about orcs.” Said Elladan, staring at the floor.

Elrond approached his sons and laid a hand on the shoulder of each before turning to face the young prince of Mirkwood again.

“We are glad of your connection to us and tonight you will be declared in your majority, of course after a feast and then the companies will be left to celebrate whilst the rest of us go to council.” He said and clapped Legolas on the back. “You may go rest now my young friend.”

Legolas nodded and rose from his chair, glad to be leaving the angry presence of his tormentors. He didn’t look back as he exited the room and made his way down the corridors towards the living quarters. He felt almost joyful but a noise behind him made him falter and then the hand on his arm made him stop. He was pulled abruptly around to face the furious twins.

knowknow what you are doing!” Said Elladan, his voice pitched low but seething with anger.

“Don’t think to humiliate us. Our father ‘knows’ about the secret rites. He went through it himself, so don’t think to use that against us.” Hissed Elrohir.

Legolas was trembling but he stood his ground and looked placidly from one twin to the other before answering.

“I wouldn’t dream of trying to do anything to either of you. But I will prove that I can do what you cannot.” He said and whirling on his heel he strode off towards his quarters. He was relieved when he wasn’t followed.

~ after the evening feast ~

Legolas was overwhelmed and feeling slightly drunk on all the attention he had received. Elrond had declared him fully mature and presented him with several gifts of his house, not the least of which was a paired set of lovely fighting knives. He had been honoured and had to hide his face several times as tears threatened to spill down his cheeks. He looked around the room, searching for some of the other companies to which he could attach himself and thus bond. He knew that the company of Elladan and Elrohir would not welcome him, despite the fact that his spectacular display of maturity only credited them. He sighed as he noticed the senior elves, Lord Elrond included, leaving for their counsel. As the last one departed the room, he spied the twins lounging by the door. When the lookout, youladolador, came limping in and claimed that all was clear, the twins shut the doors and barred them. Other elves of their company went to close the draperies and guard the windows and balconies. Legolas could see that this was a sus rus ritual and he sighed again, wishing he could just go walk under the stars and dream the eternal dream they all shared. Instead, he shook himself, waiting for the festivities to begin.

All watched breathless, some giddy and others wearing determined looks, as Elladan went to the centre of the room bearing a large cushion and a small heavy bolster. He laid them carefully down and arranged them to his satisfaction. After he had done this, he nodded to his brother and Elrohir called the room to attention.

“Welcome my friends, all companies of Imladris. Now all majorities have been declared to the satisfaction of the elders of this house. But, there is still one secret ritual that you are expected to perform and great honour and respect goes to those who can perform it. Who will be first to show how supple they are?” He said, his face wearing the same sly and nasty smile that Legolas had seen only days before.

The young prince said nothing but watched as the newest majoritied member of each company came forward to perform the ritual, and how none of them succeeded. When all the companies had offered their chosen ones, Elrohir spoke again.

“I can see that we are not strong enough yet and so, another season passes without a true leader among us.” He said and turned to retrieve the pillow and bolster from the floor.

Legolas was trembling but ready and he stepped forward.

“You have not asked all if they can do this thing you deem so high an honour.” He said, looking directly at Elrohir.

The twin turned and faced the young prince, glaring, but Legolas wasn’t daunted and he stepped lightly towards the centre of the room. Both twins moved to flank him and pressed close as he reached the pillow.

“Do not shame us.” Hissed Elladan.

“If you cannot do this thing I will cut off your shaft and you will piss like a female for the rest of your days and Thranduil’s son be damned to wander and never reach Valinor.” Snarled Elrohir.

Legolas pulled away from both of them and turned to face the silent companies. He removed hisrt art and breeches, feeling almost shy in exposing his pale flesh, but no comment was made. He then arranged himself in the correct position, hips elevated, one arm to support his body and the other behind his knees. He exhaled deeply as he massaged his member into erectness. This brought some murmurs from the crowd as they saw how large he was, but they remained quietly watching. When he was as hard as he was going to get, he inhaled deeply and blew out his breath in a slow breeze. Then, he began to slowly pull his knees downwards. He was aroused as he watched his own hard member come closer and closer to his face and then the tip was bumping against his lips.

He opened his mouth and snaked out his tongue to lick the head. The young prince tried to ignore the sounds of movement around him, knowing that the entire assembly were exposing their own shafts’ and pleasuring themselves. He concentrated on the task at hand, enjoying each moment and not just for the physical pleasure he was giving to himself.

He folded himself farther until he could fit almost a thumb length of his cock into his mouth. When he was comfortable he began to suck, wishing he had another hand to massage his overfull sack. And then a hand was there, kneading and pulling gently. He let his gaze mopwarpwards and he met the eyes of Alador, who was smiling at him. Legolas let his eyes wander down again and he noticed that the young elf was also stroking his own member. A small moan of pleasure escaped his filled mouth and he began to suck harder, nibbling with his teeth and slipping his tongue into the slit of his cock head. Harder he sucked and licked and closer he came to climax. Alador had inserted the tip of two moistened fingers ihis his anus and was rubbing as he caressed the prince’s balls. He could feel his orgasm approaching and tasted the sweet salt of his juice on his tongue. This was the fastest he had ever cum and he wanted it sooner than he could imagine. He tried to pull his knees down farther but he just didn’t have any reserve strength. Then Alador abandoned his own self-ministrations and gently began pumping and pulling Legolas’ cock. The young prince gratefully accepted as much of his own meat as he could and sucked hard at the juice dribbling from the now purple, slippery tip.

Just as we was about to choke on his own shaft, he felt the climax begin ans ses seed began to spill out of his cock head and into his mouth. He couldn’t take it all and it splashed out the sides of his mouth, dribbling down his cheeks. But again Alador was there, using his fingers and mouth to take up the spills and taste them in his own mouth. Legolas’ cock jumped and throbbed between his lips and finally he was spent. Alador gently helped him down to lay quietly panting on the floor. The older, but still young elf, lay down beside him, giving him warmth and comfort from his exertions.

As the Mirkwood prince lay there, Elladan approached. Alador looked up, giving the older elf a warning look, but the twin just put a kindly hand on his shoulder and arranged a blanked over the now shivering prince. Legolas looked up into his past tormentor’s eyes and saw something amazing. There was admiration and kindness there. He was shocked and his face showed it as the older elf knelt down and stroked his forehead.

“Shhhhh, young one. We were wrong and now you have proven your worth. We will torment you no more.” He said so softly that only the young prince could hear.

Legolas closed his eyes and savoured both his triumph and power.

The End