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Legolas Looses His Virginity
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Adult ++
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4
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5
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Chapter 1
Title: Legolas Looses His Virginity
By D. L. Wilson (May 2004)
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, et al, is owned by J.R.R Tolkien's estate. No copyright infrigement intended, nor is any money being made. Please ask permission BEFORE you distribute this story to other sites. You do NOT have permission to distribute this to pay sites. If distributed, you must leave everything intact, including this header.
Poster's Note: I'm posting this story for a friend. She's only recently turned her hand to story writing, and this is in fact her first attempt at erotica, so please be kind! But constructive criticism will certainly be appreciated and passed on. In case you're wondering, no, she's not a teenager, she's in her thirties. The sex comes in later chapters, so please be patient! :-)
Poster's Note 07/08/04: I just edited this to include the disclaimer to the header.
Not long after reaching The Grey Havens, Legolas begins to explore the forest of the Gray Havens. He would wonder around during the day and night.
One night he is walkihrouhrough the forest, behind his dwelling, and smiles, “This forest is much like my home, Mirkwood.” Coming to a clearing he looks to the sky and hanging in the sky is a sliver of a moon. Then his ears hear the sound of someone walking nearby in the forest. He looks with his elf eyes and does not see anyone. A few moments later the sound comes to his ears again. This time they are closer to him and to the right. Turning in the direction of the sound, he stands and waits for them to come into the clearing. It does not take long for them to enter the clearing. Out from the forest comes a woman wearing a dark blue dress. There is a silver crescent moon hanging around her neck, and her feet are bare. Her golden hair hangs loose and covers her back.
The breath catches in his chest; his blood begins to race through his body. He cannot move nor breathe.
Seeing him she walks towards him. Not moving a muscle he watches her every movement. The way her hips sway underneath the skirt of her dress, and her bts ats are tight against the bodice. She smiles at him and moves towards himturnturning her smile he remains where his feet are planted.
She stops in front of him and gazes into his light brown eyes with her eyes. He does not move, thinking that she is a dream, even when she moves yet closer to him. Her scent feels his nose with the smell of leaves, grass and trees and an image of Mirkwood comes to his minds eye. Just then she smiles, “A child of the forest such as I. You miss your home, for I can see it in your eyes.”
The sound of her voice jolts him out of his spell, “Yes I do miss my home.”
With her yellow speckled blue eyes penetrate his, “One often misses home when they have been gone for such a long time.”
He blinks a couple of times as if to clear his mind, “And what else do my eyes tell you?”
A grin comes to her lips, “That you still do not know if I am a dream or a living person. Here let me help you answer that question.” Grasping one of his larger hands with her small one she places it on the skin that covers her heart. His hand begins to get warm from her soft skin. The strong beating of her heart vibrates on his hand all the way down to the bones that hold it together.
With half closed eyes she, “Does that answer your question?”
His hand lingers where she placed it on her chest, “Yes it does.” His blood is racing through his veins and his elfhood begins to rise in his pants.
She backs away from him and gazes at the moon in silence. Walking towards it she is now moving away from him. His body soon takes control of his mind and he follows her. Stopping below the moon, she suddenly turns and faces him, “What is your name?”
Answering in a deep husky voice, “I am Legolas Greenleaf.”
Before he can finish iduciducing himself, she interrupts him, “You are from Mirkwood aren’t you? I have heard of you, Prince of Mirkwood.” She bows to him.
A look of surprise comes to his face, “Yes, and may I ask what your name is?”
“I have not talked to anyone from Mirkwood for many seasons now. All must be well there,” she says dancing around his question.
He looks down at the ground and then back to her, “Yes all is well. There are no problems now that Sauron has been smote from Middle Earth.”
Slowly walking, she moves towards a bench that is carved into a fallen tree. She sits and points her face towards the moon, as others do to the sun. After a few moments she looks at him and sees that he stills stands where she left him. Motioning with her hand to him, “Legolas, please come and sit next to me. It is a beautiful night tonight. The moon is out playing with the stars. I wonder who will win tonight?”
At first he does not move, then he jumps forward as if someone is behind him and pokes him in the ass getting him to move. He turns to see if someone is behind, and sees no one. Walking to her, rubbing his ass, with long sure strides he is standing in front of her in a matter of a few breaths. As he looks down at her face he is unable to move anymore. The stars reflect in her eyes and make them shine. She reaches up takes his hand and pulls him down on to the bench next to her. Not letting go of his hand she turns and captures his gaze. She moves her free hand to his face and lightly strokes his cheek, his jaw and then moves it up to his ear and lightly begins to stroke it from top to bottom. His body shivers, as a moan escapes his lips.
She leans forward and replaces her fingers with her lips. With the edge of his ear between her lips, she lightly bites it and then runs her tongue up and down it. At first his body stiffens and then soon relaxes. She hears him groan deep down inside of his body. Moving down to his earlobe she licks it and then pulls it into her mouth and begins to suck on it. He responds by raising his shoulders and sucking in a breath. She exhales a breath in to his ear and then kisses it.
His whole body begins to come alive like it has never done before. The nipples underneath his tunic are now hard and rubbing against his tunic. His elfhood is hard and pressing against his pants. Every nerve in his body is tingling. Leaning his head back on the back of the bench he opens his eyes to look at the night sky. Thinking to himself, “This is what pleasure with a woman feels like!”
Blowing into his ear again she whispers, “Does the Prince of Mirkwood like what is being done to him?” She kisses behind his ear and down his neck.
Groaning out his answer between clenched teeth, “Yessss, The Prince of Mirkwood likes this very much.” He arches his back against her when she kisses him behind the ear and down his neck.
In a sultry voice, “Good.” Next she takes the pointed part of his ear into her mouth and begins to massage it between her top and bottom lips. While doing this she is rubbing one of his hard nipples through his tunic. She gives it a little pinch and he responds by moaning loudly and flinching. His nipple is so hard she can it pushing against his tunic.
As she is about to molest the other nipple she hears a male voice calling his name. Stopping what she is doing, she looks in the direction the voice is coming from. It is the dwarf, Gimli, come to look for his friend. He has come at the most inopportune time.
Resting her chin on his shoulder and whispering into his ear, “Gimli is calling to you. By the tone of his voice he is worried about you. Go and let him know that all is well.” Before he could say another word she is off of the bench and running towards the forest.
When the cool breeze cools his skin, where she is molesting him that is when he realizes she is no longer beside him. He opens his eyes and lowers his head only to see the last of her golden hair follow her into the forest.
Gimli calls to him again. He is now behind him, in the forest, and moving closer. He closes his eyes and thinks about her lips on his ear and neck. He unconsciously rubs his nipple only to find that it is still hard and tender to his touch.
Gimli is now in the clearing and yells, “Legolas are you out here lad?”
Legolas closes his eyes and calls out to his friend, “Gimli, I am here at the fallen tree.” In a low voice to himself, “Of all nights that you feel lonely, it has to be this night!”
A sound of relief comes to Gimli’s voice, “Thank goodness! I have been looking for you for some time now.”
Standing on shaky legs, Legolas turns in his direction, “Are you all right?” After he steadies himself he looks down to see a large bump in his pants. He looks to see how close Gimli now is and pulls his tunic over it to try and cover it.
In a matter of moments Gimli is standing in front of him, “I am fine. I did not want to be alone tonight.” When he finally comes to stand in front of Legolas he looks up at his face, “Legolas are you all right? You look, well, flushed. And I know that elves do not get sick, has something happened?”
Legolas, feeling rather embarrassed, tells him, “Everything is fine Gimli. I was thinking of Mirkwood and then heard you and I feel rather embarrassed that you would see me crying.”
Gimli walks to him and pats his arm, “It tis all right lad. I miss the Glittering Caves and often have tears come to my eyes when I think about them. You should not be embarrassed to cry in front of me. You and I have been through a lot together, and I would not think any less of you if you were to cry in front of me.”
Legolas slightly turns away from Gimli, in hopes that he will not notice the bump in his pants, “I should have known that my friend. Thank you.”
The both of them stand there not saying a word but looking to the sky. Watching the stars shine and the moon moving to the western side of the Havens.
Gimli asks Legolas, “Dou sou see someone running into the forest as you answered my call? Or are my old dwarf eyes seeing things again? Sometimes I think it would be a gift to have elf eyes and ears.”
Legolas’ ear began to ache as he thinks about her kissing and sucking it. He lightly shakes the feeling away, “No I did not see anyone.” Thinking to him self, “I am glad that you do not have elf ears and eyes.”
Gimli sighs, “Oh well. How much longer are we going to stay here?”
When the stiffness in his pants starts to go down, Legolas tells him, “Not much longer. I was stiff and feeling restless and felt the need to get out. The feeling has almost left me now. We should make our way back.” Looking at the area from which she entered the forest his eyes see her standing among the trees watching him. She is as still as a statue, not making a move. He smiles at her and wants nothing more than to go to her. She returns his smile then turns and vanishes deeper within the forest. Using what little control he has left on his body he restrains him self from chasing after her.
Putting his hand on Gimli’s shoulder, “Come let us go home.”
The both of them walk back in silence. Gimli knows that his friend is not telling him everything. Something, or someone was out there with him. His eyes are not as old as he claims they are. He is not for certain, but he is sure that he saw a woman running into the forest. He did not ask Legolas anymore about it. If the lad wants him to know then he will tell him.
Lying in his bed Legolas can think of nothing but her lips on his ear and neck and at how his body reacts to her touch. Bringing a hand up to his nipple he finds that it is still hard and lightly begins to rub it. His body tingles from head to toe as his elfhood begins to rise again. Closing his eyes he pinches the nipple and moans. He can still feel her lips on his ear, then his neck, and now her warm tongue plays on the point of his ear. His breathing begins to quicken again. His elfhood is now fully erect and demanding to be released from the confines of his pants. Gliding his hand over his muscled torso and down to his pants he begins to rub it through the pants. It gets harder the more he rubs. Her face comes to him and he rubs it harder and faster. Not being able to withstand it anymore he lifts his hips up into the air and pulls his pants off. He has never been as hard as this before. Taking the head into his hand he begins to slowly rub it and then parts the hole at the end of it. Then he wraps a palm around it and begins to move up and down slow at first. Feeling the build up inside of him he begins to move faster and faster. Moving his hips in time with his hand he can feel it getting closer and closer each time he strokes it. He lets out a loud groan as the first wave flows from him. He continues to stroke himself when a second one hits him. Though is it not as strong as the first one, it feels just as good. When his seed is done flowing from him he grabs a sash and wipes himself and the bed free of his seed.
Returning to bed he pulls the covers over his lower body wondering how it feels to mate with a woman. Saying out loud, “I wonder if I would have found out tonight if Gimli had not interrupted her?” He rolls over and is soon asleep. Unbeknownst to him someone is outside his house hearing everything. When his heavy breathing of sleep comes to her ears she turns and runs into the forest.
End Chapter 1
By D. L. Wilson (May 2004)
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings, et al, is owned by J.R.R Tolkien's estate. No copyright infrigement intended, nor is any money being made. Please ask permission BEFORE you distribute this story to other sites. You do NOT have permission to distribute this to pay sites. If distributed, you must leave everything intact, including this header.
Poster's Note: I'm posting this story for a friend. She's only recently turned her hand to story writing, and this is in fact her first attempt at erotica, so please be kind! But constructive criticism will certainly be appreciated and passed on. In case you're wondering, no, she's not a teenager, she's in her thirties. The sex comes in later chapters, so please be patient! :-)
Poster's Note 07/08/04: I just edited this to include the disclaimer to the header.
Not long after reaching The Grey Havens, Legolas begins to explore the forest of the Gray Havens. He would wonder around during the day and night.
One night he is walkihrouhrough the forest, behind his dwelling, and smiles, “This forest is much like my home, Mirkwood.” Coming to a clearing he looks to the sky and hanging in the sky is a sliver of a moon. Then his ears hear the sound of someone walking nearby in the forest. He looks with his elf eyes and does not see anyone. A few moments later the sound comes to his ears again. This time they are closer to him and to the right. Turning in the direction of the sound, he stands and waits for them to come into the clearing. It does not take long for them to enter the clearing. Out from the forest comes a woman wearing a dark blue dress. There is a silver crescent moon hanging around her neck, and her feet are bare. Her golden hair hangs loose and covers her back.
The breath catches in his chest; his blood begins to race through his body. He cannot move nor breathe.
Seeing him she walks towards him. Not moving a muscle he watches her every movement. The way her hips sway underneath the skirt of her dress, and her bts ats are tight against the bodice. She smiles at him and moves towards himturnturning her smile he remains where his feet are planted.
She stops in front of him and gazes into his light brown eyes with her eyes. He does not move, thinking that she is a dream, even when she moves yet closer to him. Her scent feels his nose with the smell of leaves, grass and trees and an image of Mirkwood comes to his minds eye. Just then she smiles, “A child of the forest such as I. You miss your home, for I can see it in your eyes.”
The sound of her voice jolts him out of his spell, “Yes I do miss my home.”
With her yellow speckled blue eyes penetrate his, “One often misses home when they have been gone for such a long time.”
He blinks a couple of times as if to clear his mind, “And what else do my eyes tell you?”
A grin comes to her lips, “That you still do not know if I am a dream or a living person. Here let me help you answer that question.” Grasping one of his larger hands with her small one she places it on the skin that covers her heart. His hand begins to get warm from her soft skin. The strong beating of her heart vibrates on his hand all the way down to the bones that hold it together.
With half closed eyes she, “Does that answer your question?”
His hand lingers where she placed it on her chest, “Yes it does.” His blood is racing through his veins and his elfhood begins to rise in his pants.
She backs away from him and gazes at the moon in silence. Walking towards it she is now moving away from him. His body soon takes control of his mind and he follows her. Stopping below the moon, she suddenly turns and faces him, “What is your name?”
Answering in a deep husky voice, “I am Legolas Greenleaf.”
Before he can finish iduciducing himself, she interrupts him, “You are from Mirkwood aren’t you? I have heard of you, Prince of Mirkwood.” She bows to him.
A look of surprise comes to his face, “Yes, and may I ask what your name is?”
“I have not talked to anyone from Mirkwood for many seasons now. All must be well there,” she says dancing around his question.
He looks down at the ground and then back to her, “Yes all is well. There are no problems now that Sauron has been smote from Middle Earth.”
Slowly walking, she moves towards a bench that is carved into a fallen tree. She sits and points her face towards the moon, as others do to the sun. After a few moments she looks at him and sees that he stills stands where she left him. Motioning with her hand to him, “Legolas, please come and sit next to me. It is a beautiful night tonight. The moon is out playing with the stars. I wonder who will win tonight?”
At first he does not move, then he jumps forward as if someone is behind him and pokes him in the ass getting him to move. He turns to see if someone is behind, and sees no one. Walking to her, rubbing his ass, with long sure strides he is standing in front of her in a matter of a few breaths. As he looks down at her face he is unable to move anymore. The stars reflect in her eyes and make them shine. She reaches up takes his hand and pulls him down on to the bench next to her. Not letting go of his hand she turns and captures his gaze. She moves her free hand to his face and lightly strokes his cheek, his jaw and then moves it up to his ear and lightly begins to stroke it from top to bottom. His body shivers, as a moan escapes his lips.
She leans forward and replaces her fingers with her lips. With the edge of his ear between her lips, she lightly bites it and then runs her tongue up and down it. At first his body stiffens and then soon relaxes. She hears him groan deep down inside of his body. Moving down to his earlobe she licks it and then pulls it into her mouth and begins to suck on it. He responds by raising his shoulders and sucking in a breath. She exhales a breath in to his ear and then kisses it.
His whole body begins to come alive like it has never done before. The nipples underneath his tunic are now hard and rubbing against his tunic. His elfhood is hard and pressing against his pants. Every nerve in his body is tingling. Leaning his head back on the back of the bench he opens his eyes to look at the night sky. Thinking to himself, “This is what pleasure with a woman feels like!”
Blowing into his ear again she whispers, “Does the Prince of Mirkwood like what is being done to him?” She kisses behind his ear and down his neck.
Groaning out his answer between clenched teeth, “Yessss, The Prince of Mirkwood likes this very much.” He arches his back against her when she kisses him behind the ear and down his neck.
In a sultry voice, “Good.” Next she takes the pointed part of his ear into her mouth and begins to massage it between her top and bottom lips. While doing this she is rubbing one of his hard nipples through his tunic. She gives it a little pinch and he responds by moaning loudly and flinching. His nipple is so hard she can it pushing against his tunic.
As she is about to molest the other nipple she hears a male voice calling his name. Stopping what she is doing, she looks in the direction the voice is coming from. It is the dwarf, Gimli, come to look for his friend. He has come at the most inopportune time.
Resting her chin on his shoulder and whispering into his ear, “Gimli is calling to you. By the tone of his voice he is worried about you. Go and let him know that all is well.” Before he could say another word she is off of the bench and running towards the forest.
When the cool breeze cools his skin, where she is molesting him that is when he realizes she is no longer beside him. He opens his eyes and lowers his head only to see the last of her golden hair follow her into the forest.
Gimli calls to him again. He is now behind him, in the forest, and moving closer. He closes his eyes and thinks about her lips on his ear and neck. He unconsciously rubs his nipple only to find that it is still hard and tender to his touch.
Gimli is now in the clearing and yells, “Legolas are you out here lad?”
Legolas closes his eyes and calls out to his friend, “Gimli, I am here at the fallen tree.” In a low voice to himself, “Of all nights that you feel lonely, it has to be this night!”
A sound of relief comes to Gimli’s voice, “Thank goodness! I have been looking for you for some time now.”
Standing on shaky legs, Legolas turns in his direction, “Are you all right?” After he steadies himself he looks down to see a large bump in his pants. He looks to see how close Gimli now is and pulls his tunic over it to try and cover it.
In a matter of moments Gimli is standing in front of him, “I am fine. I did not want to be alone tonight.” When he finally comes to stand in front of Legolas he looks up at his face, “Legolas are you all right? You look, well, flushed. And I know that elves do not get sick, has something happened?”
Legolas, feeling rather embarrassed, tells him, “Everything is fine Gimli. I was thinking of Mirkwood and then heard you and I feel rather embarrassed that you would see me crying.”
Gimli walks to him and pats his arm, “It tis all right lad. I miss the Glittering Caves and often have tears come to my eyes when I think about them. You should not be embarrassed to cry in front of me. You and I have been through a lot together, and I would not think any less of you if you were to cry in front of me.”
Legolas slightly turns away from Gimli, in hopes that he will not notice the bump in his pants, “I should have known that my friend. Thank you.”
The both of them stand there not saying a word but looking to the sky. Watching the stars shine and the moon moving to the western side of the Havens.
Gimli asks Legolas, “Dou sou see someone running into the forest as you answered my call? Or are my old dwarf eyes seeing things again? Sometimes I think it would be a gift to have elf eyes and ears.”
Legolas’ ear began to ache as he thinks about her kissing and sucking it. He lightly shakes the feeling away, “No I did not see anyone.” Thinking to him self, “I am glad that you do not have elf ears and eyes.”
Gimli sighs, “Oh well. How much longer are we going to stay here?”
When the stiffness in his pants starts to go down, Legolas tells him, “Not much longer. I was stiff and feeling restless and felt the need to get out. The feeling has almost left me now. We should make our way back.” Looking at the area from which she entered the forest his eyes see her standing among the trees watching him. She is as still as a statue, not making a move. He smiles at her and wants nothing more than to go to her. She returns his smile then turns and vanishes deeper within the forest. Using what little control he has left on his body he restrains him self from chasing after her.
Putting his hand on Gimli’s shoulder, “Come let us go home.”
The both of them walk back in silence. Gimli knows that his friend is not telling him everything. Something, or someone was out there with him. His eyes are not as old as he claims they are. He is not for certain, but he is sure that he saw a woman running into the forest. He did not ask Legolas anymore about it. If the lad wants him to know then he will tell him.
Lying in his bed Legolas can think of nothing but her lips on his ear and neck and at how his body reacts to her touch. Bringing a hand up to his nipple he finds that it is still hard and lightly begins to rub it. His body tingles from head to toe as his elfhood begins to rise again. Closing his eyes he pinches the nipple and moans. He can still feel her lips on his ear, then his neck, and now her warm tongue plays on the point of his ear. His breathing begins to quicken again. His elfhood is now fully erect and demanding to be released from the confines of his pants. Gliding his hand over his muscled torso and down to his pants he begins to rub it through the pants. It gets harder the more he rubs. Her face comes to him and he rubs it harder and faster. Not being able to withstand it anymore he lifts his hips up into the air and pulls his pants off. He has never been as hard as this before. Taking the head into his hand he begins to slowly rub it and then parts the hole at the end of it. Then he wraps a palm around it and begins to move up and down slow at first. Feeling the build up inside of him he begins to move faster and faster. Moving his hips in time with his hand he can feel it getting closer and closer each time he strokes it. He lets out a loud groan as the first wave flows from him. He continues to stroke himself when a second one hits him. Though is it not as strong as the first one, it feels just as good. When his seed is done flowing from him he grabs a sash and wipes himself and the bed free of his seed.
Returning to bed he pulls the covers over his lower body wondering how it feels to mate with a woman. Saying out loud, “I wonder if I would have found out tonight if Gimli had not interrupted her?” He rolls over and is soon asleep. Unbeknownst to him someone is outside his house hearing everything. When his heavy breathing of sleep comes to her ears she turns and runs into the forest.
End Chapter 1