The Education of Legolas Greenleaf

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The Education of Legolas Greenleaf

Part 1
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Chapter 1

“The Loss of Mithrandir is a grave and palpable one.” Haldir sighed softly, watching the shimmering light of the reflecting pool as he leaned against one of the great expansive Mallorn trees. “The pain is so near I can not put words to it. Fell, to a Balrog…demon of the ancient world. How is this come to pass?”

Legolas rose from his seat beneath the mallorn trees, his chalice gripped gently in his hand. The tunic of the Galadhrim moved with him, the rustling fabric reminded him of a length of tide coursing the land. The news the Fellowship had brought to Lorien was double edged with pain. The Ring bore an evil the likes Legolas had never before felt and each comon son sought refuge in the Golden Wood for fear of the chase, the yearning for peace and comfort, even for one night. And then to lose Gandalf, Wizard of Illuvatar, to a force of evil so ancient, even the Elves feared its name. “It is, as I have told you, Haldir of Lorien.” The Prince of Mirkwood lowered his eyes, strength failing him. “Gandalf bayed us go forth, for fear it would overtake Frodo and end the Fellowship. Never before, in my long years, have I felt a fear of its liking. Would that I could have done something more than run.”

Haldir turned, looking to the Elven Prince from over his shoulder. “What more was there to do, Legolas? You are stout of heart, fearless of hand. This was more than you could have faced, all of you together. You are not Glorfindel.” The Marchwarden of Lorien rose to full height. Legolas had satisfied his questions. “I trust the Talan will be sufficient for the Eight remaining companions.”

“I do not believe I will find sleep for sometime, Haldir. But I offer my thanks for your protection of the Fellowship and my enduring love to the Lord and Lady of Light.” Legolas sighed.

“Then you are welcome to seek my brothers and I, if you are unable to find peace. We walk the borders night and day to ensure the Darkness of Mordor remains far from our lands.” Haldir turned, placing a hand on Legolas shoulder. “Peace be with you, Prince of Mirkwood.”

Legolas placed his hand on Haldirs shoulder, in mutual respect. “And with you, Marchwarden of Lorien.”

Haldir looked to the Prince, clad in the dress of the Galadhrim. “You will find us deep in the woods at the darkest point of the night. Join us then, if it is your will.” With that, Haldir turned and walked away, his cloak stirring the fallen leaves on the soft Lorien ground.

Legolas lingered, watching the still waters of the reflecting pool, singing a soft hymn for Mithrandir in his own tongue.

*


Aragorn polished his sword as the hobbits lay in gentle slumber. Gimli was the only disturbance in the dark night, his snoring was as loud as a hive of bees and equally as irritating. Boromir walked just outside of the Talan, his steps strong and firm, though his eyes seemed a maelstrom of anguish and pain.

“You can not find your rest, Legolas?” Aragorn asked in a whisper. “Why not seek out Haldir and the others, you need not keep grief silent for the sake of your friends.”

Legolas looked to Aragorn, his eyes glittering in the darkness. “I would not leave the fellowship.” The Prince commented, dryly.

“These borders are well guarded, as you know. You have been our constant companion, I will not begrudge your desire to speak with your Kith. I would leave with you but I fear there is much Boromir will wish to say when you have departed.” Aragorn set his sword down. “Go forth, all will be well here. The others replenish for the darker days still ahead of us.”

Legolas rose, quietly. “I will return to you shortly with any news the Marchwardens may have.”

Aragorn bowed his head softly as Legolas left the Talan, walking in the depth of night to the center of the Golden Wood. The stars grew heavy overhead as the Prince of Mirkwood strode through the trees…trees he had wished he knew more intimately. For all his trips to Lorien at the behest of his Atar, Legolas never tarried so deep in the woods…unless in the accompaniment of one of the beautiful she-elves of the Wood.

In the distance, Legolas could see a small campfire, a watch point for one of the flets above the line of trees, no doubt. His approach, silent as it was, heralded a rustling from behind the trees along the perimeter. Someone who wished not to be found…had been discovered, or so it seemed. Legolas turned his eyes upward and saw no movement upon the flets. Perhaps the Marchwardens were busy in conquests of another kind. Smiling to himself, Legolas sank out of the line of the firelight, bracing his back to the Mallorns and moving with extra caution.

Two elves were locked in embrace, heated with desire, barely alert to anything save the touch of their respective lovers. “Nothing like a bit of merrymaking upon the damp forest floor.” Legolas smiled once more, to himself. The closer he drew, the more intense he could hear the murmurs of delight. He realized he should make himself known, but far too often when he had been enjoying the delights of Lorien, had one of the three brothers found him…and disturbed the peace…and the sanctity of the moment.

Hidden in the darkness, Legolas could make out a face… Orophin, one of the three brothers, was laying upon his back in the dirt, as his lover devoured his manhood, taking the shaft hard into a welcoming throat. Orophin was biting his lip to fight the desire to cry out, his fingertips dug into the dirt…his free hand on the golden crown of his lover.

Legolas turned his eyes away, laughing to himself. He would not be so cruel as to destroy the moment for Orophin and his partner. The Prince turned to walk away when he heard Rumil stumbling through the woods, closer to the fire. The middle sibling of the three brothers, threw his lover down to the ground, covering his partner with his body. “Who knew the brothers did everything together?” Legolas whispered to himself. It seemed no matter to Rumil that Orophin was close enough to hear and see his own brother in the art of lovemaking. But perhaps, neither really recognized anything more than their own pleasure.

Legolas shook his head, deciding to walk away and leave them without word, even though an invitation had been extended to him to visit with the brothers. He had walked but twelve paces into the depth of the forest, when the moonlight shone upon Haldir…and he had with him, two lovers! The Marchwarden was gloriously naked as he took his lover from behind, quite animalistically. The elf was bent over, hands grasping ankles…and another knelt behind Haldir, moving fingers in and out of Haldirs entrance with exceptional precision. Haldir cried out, ramming his lovers hips back into his own Legolas felt a sudden sense of arousal, for he desired nothing more than a lover while in Lorien, to take his mind from the dangers ahead of him…and the anguish of Gandalfs death. He was captivated, his own desire awakening with the sight before eyeseyes.

Leaning back against the tree and mustering all his stealth, the Prince of Mirkwood began to rub his length, bound within his breeches. His eyes focused on the one receiving Haldirs pleasure, deaf to any sound but the whimpers and stifled moans the lover elicited….his imagination supplied the rest…biting his lip as his hand moved faster against his pleading arrow.

Haldir threw his head back, licking his lips and scenting the air...with a smile. His lover received a suddenly more brutal fury of thrusts…all the while whimpering with delight. ~ It is too much, I can smell the arousal in the air, they are close… ~ Legolas hissed to himself, sliding his hand down into the confines of his breeches, his face flushing…his breaths becoming erratic. ~ So Close ~ His body was shaking, tensing with the friction of his hand wound so tight and pleasingly around his desire. Just then, Haldir let loose a cry of indescribably passion, releasing into his lover…even as Legolas released into his fingers, gaspinr brr breath.

Haldirs lover fell to the ground and at such an exquisite moment, and began to stroke himself with such passion that he let loose a torrent of nectar so long, Haldir was bathed in its essence. Legolas realized the Marchwardens lover…was another male! The one who had worked hard against Haldirs entrance fell to his knees, crawling between Haldirs legs to the Elf upon the floor, licking him clean of any remnants of passion…before crawling to Haldir and lapping at the seed along his taut chest. Both of Haldirs lovers were males!

Gasping, Legolas crushed back against the tree, glancing in the direction of Rumil and Orophin. In the light of the fire, Legolas could see, they too had Male lovers! It was more than he could bear to see! How could he have not known of the three brothers and their tastes, after so many years? How was it he could pleasure himself to such a sight? ~ you believed them to be women, or you never would have stayed. ~ he told himself and slowly slid into the shadow, finding a way out of the situation he had inadvertently stumbled upon.

*


Legolas washed his hands clean in the fountain before the Talan of the Fellowship. Boromir had long fell into dreams and only Aragorn was left awake. “Have you found anything of interest from the Marchwardens? You were not gone as long as I believed you would be?”

Legolas sat down upon his bedroll, looking to the Ranger. “There is nothing new to be learned, this night.” He said, though his face was blanched white.

“There seems to be more than you are saying.” Aragorn lowered himself to his bedroll, drawing the covers up against his body. “What happened?”

Legolas stumbled to find a way to explain the situation without divulging secrets that should be kept…secret. “When I found the Marchwardens, they were engaged in pursuits entirely different than those of protection.” He said softly, lowering onto his back.

“Ahh, what lucky elves.” Aragorn laughed, seeing his friend obviously distraught. “You are no stranger to the she-elves of Lorien, Legolas, why do you seem so out of place?”

“I…I did not wish to intrude and returned to the Talan. We will discover more, tomorrow, I am sure.” Legolas stared up at the barely visible stars through the tree tops. ~ I can not believe what I have seen this night. Haldir, Rumil, Orophin…with male lovers. I never believed them the type. Even if our society does not look unkindly on such things…I..I never knew. ~ He said to himself, feeling guilty for taking pleasure at the acts they were performing. Although no stranger to the flesh, Legolas had never desired a male lover…and he had achieved his self inflicted climax to such uninhibited pleasure…

*


“Breakfast is served, should you wish to join us.” Rumil smiled as the Hobbits slowly rose, hearing his voice.

“Breakfast? I need no second invitation!” Pippin raced upward, followed by Merry. Sam and Frodo stretched as if their rest had been but a vision of an overly exhausted mind.

Legolas, snapping out of Reverie, could not meet Rumils eyes, even as Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli rose. “Breakfast is well met, for we are hungry as we are tired.” Boromir smiled.

“Will you be joining us, Legolas.” Rumil asked, offering a hand to the Prince.

Legolas did not accept his hand, instead, rising onto his haunches, fixing his bedroll. “I will be along, shortly, Lord Rumil. Thank you.” He could not meet the gaze, for now his perceptions were…different than what he believed of the three brothers he had known for so many immortal years.

“As you wish.” Rumil smiled to Legolas…as if he knew..something…and Legolas could sense it. “I will bring you fresh clothing for the day.” With that, Rumil left, escorting the others to breakfast.

Legolas had no desire to eat. His thoughts were unsettling. A part of him believed he already knew the lovers had encountered were males…and yet he did not turn away from it…found it…exciting. ~ No, it can not be. I had no thought of it, merely the pleasure and arousal in the air. ~

It was long into the afternoon when the Fellowship returned, stomachs sated, the heir of heaviness, lifted. “What amazing food, Mr. Legolas. You should have joined us, you were missed sorely by the Lord and Lady…and the Marchwardens as well. But fear not, I saved some for you.” Samwise smiled, handing Legolas a handkerchief filled with treats.

“Thank you, Master Gamgee.” He smiled. He was hungry but he did not wish to let anyone on to his failure to show at breakfast…and apparently, lunch. Legolas took small bites, even if he wanted to devour the sweets in the kerchief.

“Celeborn and Galadriel wished to see you. They regret that you were unable to join us.” Aragorn removed the sword from his scabbard, signaling to thbbitbbits…who had also produced blades, that he was ready to continue instructing them in the way of warfare.

Boromir joined in, taking Merry and Pippin under his wing, teaching them steps and blocks using the flat of the sword.

Legolas was silent for long moments. “I will make amends for my absence.” Was all he said.

*


Hours seemed to dwindle as Legolas stretched his legs, taking a long walk away from the dinner he shared with the Fellowship, to deal with the issues which had presented themselves, so fully to him. He had made apology to the Lord and Lady for failing to join them during the course of the day. He had cleverly avoided the Marchwardens, who had not come to dinner.

Legolas needed air. He excused himself with the lovely lass, Elquath, that he had met during the small feast. As night was long fallen about the forest and once more, the Prince found himself walking through the thick woods…his eyes drawn to the fire pit he had seen last night…his evening lover in tow. The Prince kissed her hard, sending her to her knees.

“What am I doing here?” He asked himself, pressed against the mallorn trees. He listened through the life of the Forest for sounds of an Elven Nature. Elquath, the beautiful lass of Lorien slid down his body, removing his length to give tender suckor. Legolas rolled his head back, pumping his length into her mouth…but he wanted more…he needed more. Sliding down onto the ground with her, he lifted her skirts and slid his lithe fingers into her welcoming flower. She groaned with desire, arching her hips and pleading for him to take her.

It was then, in the distance, Legolas saw what he had come here to see. Haldir was laying a short distance from the fire, his body naked and glimmering in the orange hues. He looked….beautiful, like a feral god of the younger cultures….his long blonde mane, unbound…as an Elf tasted his delights…it was Rumil! Orophin was behind Rumil, sliding his aching shaft deep into his brothers’ entrance.

“They do everything together!” Legolas was appalled but fascinated. Haldir had his head thrown back, his body lurched forward on his elbows, moaning hard as Rumil pleasured his length.

“What?” Elquath cried out, hearing Legolas mutter.

Orophin pumped himself hard into his brothers tight entrance. Legolas could see the curve of Rumils ass quivering in the firelight, pushing back in counter rhythm to Orophins lust, his mouth occupied with Haldir…his hand stroking his own shaft with tremendous speed. The scent of lust filled the air, nearly unbearable…and Legolas could feel the heat…and the desire. Each were so beautiful, locked in a train of pure ecstasy…caring littor aor any who would stumble upon the path.

Legolas was harder than he could imagine…his desire apparent as he watched the three of them, pleasuring one another, his fingers bound into his lover. He rose onto his knees, turning Elquath onto her stomach…his eyes never leaving the three.

His hand slid down along his breeches, moving the fabric down to his thighs, pressuring the exquisite shaft…and before he realized what he was doing, he slid his shaft deep into his lovers forbidden entrance. His breath was coming hard…he wanted them…he wanted to be in the center of them, to feel Haldir deep in his tight pucker.

Elquath cried out, grasping the earth as Legolas took her mercilessly, without the benefit of lubrication.

Haldir dug into the ground with his nails. “I am so close, Rumil…that exquisite mouth of yours is undoing me…Ai!” He cried out, as if taunting Legolas with such passion.

“Harder!” Rumil screamed to Orophin, groaning as he licked the tip of Haldirs crown. Orophin obeyed, digging his fingers into Rumils blonde mane.

Legolas obeyed as if Rumil had been speaking only to him. The Prince was undaunted, taking the girl hard enough to crush her…all the while her desire was spilled in muffled cries. Legolas drew the girls hips back into his own, his eyes never leaving the three…

“Ai!” Rumil cried out…Orophin was taking him like a beast all the while Rumil stroked himself…and devoured Haldir. Haldir was writhing on the ground like a golden warrior, his eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

“Legolas…more!” Elquath cried out, bucking back into him. Legolas quickened his stride…panting for breath as he watched the Marchwardens.

Orophin exploded deep into Rumil, crying out as he lowed himself to the ground. Haldir slid out of Rumils mouth, grabbing Orophin by the hind and sliding his saliva slickened shaft deep into him. Orophin took Rumils length into his throat. Haldir took Orophin mercilessly…as Rumil came in Orophins mouth. “Ai, Haldir! You rip me apart!”

“Take all of me…beautiful Prince. Choke on my length, deep in your bowels.” Haldir cried out with a dark smile as he turned his eyes to the direction of the woods….exploding into Orophin, his body shivering in the firelight.

“Haldir!” Legolas groaned, releasing so hard he thought he had touched the Valar. Shaking, he watched as the Marchwardens slowly seperated, arrows glistening with lust..dripping with desire onto the forest floor. Standing, he drew his breeches back up around his thighs…and leaving Elquath, he stumbled through the woods…afraid of the desire that had come over him.

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Chapter 2

Legolas bathed in the waters of Lorien, shivering from the strength of his desire. He had been thinking only of the Marchwardens, wanting to be any of the two who received Haldir in such a way. “I am infected with a sickness…I must cleanse of it.” Legolas hissed. In the frigid water, he saw Haldirs face…his thick shaft diving hard into his brother. “No, I must not yield to this disease.”

Aragorn came upon Legolas she bathed in the dark water. “Are you well?” He was concerned, instantly, laying a folded set of clothing on the banks of the water.

Legolas covered his body with the water. “I am well, Aragorn. Fear nothing for me, simply cleansing after a night with Elquath.”

Aragorn leaned down at the base of the water, laughing. “Yes, I saw you leave with her. I trust she has kept your..spirits…aloft?”

Legolas tried to force a smile. “As if there is a doubt? Excuse me a moment longer and I will return to the Talan.”

Aragorn rose, respecting his friends desire to cleanse, “Haldir left you clothing, something a bit more formal, it seems. You left before you could accept or decline the invite.”

Legolas looked to Aragorn. “Invite?” his blood went cold.

“Yes, when the moon is full in the sky…”Aragorn looked up to judge the orbs place in the heavens. “I would say within the hour, the Lord and Lady of Lorien have asked we gather and share drinks with them, to toast the fellowship?”

Legolas knew he had to attend. Aragorn returned to the Talan as the Prince rose from the water and slipped on the clothing left for him on the banks of the water. Returning to the Talan, the Fellowship was aglow with the idea of having a toast with the Lord and Lady. Legolas combed through his hair, rebraiding it and adjusted his Tunic. The Prince was clothed in the traditional High Court dress of Lorien, the fabric a pale summer sky blue.. giving a strange and yet beautiful light to his eyes.

“Do you think they will have beer there, Laddie?” Gimli asked, following the group toward the Main Hall, high in the trees. The dwarf was dressed in what he had brought with him, as were the hobbits and Boromir. The Lady had been sure to supply Aragorn, her future son in law with appropriate clothing to befit the stature she saw within his future.

“I believe so, Gimli.” Aragorn laughed, clasping a hand against Legolas back. “You have not been yourself since you have come to Lorien, Legolas. Are you well?”

Legolas feigned a sigh. “I am still sick with the loss of Gandalf. You must forgive me, for I grieve in my own way and the way of my people.”

Aragorn nodded his understanding, leading the Fellowship into the Pale lit hall of Lorien.

“I have never seen its like.” Sam was in awe, his mouth agape at his surroundings.

“Nor I.” Frodo answered Sams amazement. Even the Ringbearer felt at peace in this place.

“It is not the Hall of Kings in Gondor, but equally impressive.” Boromir smiled, clasping his hand against Gi sho shoulder.

Legolas entered behind the fellowship, trying to hide the shame for his desires.

“Welcome, Fellowship of the Ring. It our honour to celebrate you, on this night in Lorien, with a toast and a fond wish.” Galadriel smiled as elves brought the room, drinks.

“May your hearts be light, this night of peace. For you will replenish yourselves and be prepared for all that shall meet you upon the path, when soon you depart here.” Celeborn added, hoisting his drink up high.

“To the Fellowship.” Aragorn raised his glass, as did all others in the room. Each taking a draught of the fine elvish spirits, a stock from Rivendell, as much as Aragorn could tell.

Music and laughter accompanied the gathering and the Hobbits began to dance and sing as they had at the Inn of the Green Dragon, so long ago. Legolas stood back, his velvet cloak falling over his shoulder, sipping his drink…and not hesitating to take another as it passed his fancy. Haldir and his brothers were standing close at the far corner of the Hall. Haldir sipped his wine, looking dangerously to Legolas. And slowly, he crossed the distance to stand before the Prince.

“You have become scarce, Legolas.” Haldir smiled, taking a drink from the passing Elf.

Legolas looked up, turning his eyes from Haldir…instead, he found Orophin and Rumil sipping their wine, whispering to each other. He could not get the memory of what he had seen out of his head.

“I have been locked in grief.” Legolas cleared his throat.

“I thought you would come to us in the woods.” Haldir sipped, speaking quietly. “I have missed your company…and your counsel.”

“Forgive me, Haldir. If you wish my counsel, I am here now.” Legolas finally met Haldirs eyes and felt an instant flush come to his cheeks.

“Step outside with me.” Haldir commanded over the rim of his glass.

Legolas stood tall, taking a long draught from his drink, replacing the now empty glass with a fresh one, following Haldir out onto the balcony overlooking Lorien. They were alone.

“You wished my counsel, Haldir?” Legolas asked, begetting his royal air. Haldirs nearness, the scent of arousal was still in the air around him…from only an hour or so before…when he had spied his brothers, locked with him in pleasure, in the core of the woods.

“You have been to the woods, Legolas. Though you will tell me you have not been.” Haldir leaned back against the balcony, studying Legolas, his posture was that of a warrior… and the Prince wanted him, hard and bare upon the balcony. This thought scared him…

“I do not know what you speak, Haldir.” Legolas stood tall, cocking his head to the side, arrogantly. But his arrogance, though grand to behold, was nothing in comparison to the Marchwarden of Lorien.

“We are warriors, Legolas. Lies do not become us. You have been to the woods, I have seen you there twice. Tell me of what you saw.” Haldir drew himself a step closer to Legolas, scenting the air for weakness…only to find it.

“I found you and your brothers, as you expected. Why did you invite me there to witness such disgusting displays of desire? Not only did you have…male lovers but one another!” Legolas was careful to keep his voice low.

“And did you like what you saw, my Prince?” Haldir smiled, darkly, moistening his lips slowly…till it was all Legolas could do to not turn away.

Legolas met his eyes but denied his desire. “That is not my taste.” He said, simply.

“Then why do I feel your heat as sure as I breath the air?” Haldir hissed, stepping dangerously close to Legolas now. “You pleasured yourself to watching me..twice, Legolas. I could taste your seed on the wind as it passed into the ground…and the girl.”

“I know nothing of what you speak!” Legolas raged.

Haldir closed his distance to the Prince till not a single breath of air could pass between their bodies. He leaned toward Legolas ear, breathing into it with his words. “Then why are you hard enough for me to feel you?”

Legolas could not deny the rise of his..desire. “Stop this, Haldir. Remember your station.” He hissed, feeling weakened.

“Did you hear me call out to you tonight, Legolas? Then you know I want you wrapped about my arousal, now, this instant.” Haldir pressed his hips against Legolas. Two swords clashing in the Lorien night.

Legolas lowered his eyes. “I said to Stops, Hs, Haldir. I will not warn you again.”

The marchwarden laughed, pressing his fingers below Legolas chin…forcing him to look into his eyes. “And if I do not?”

“I will finish this discussion with a flurry of arrows. You invade my privacy and the respect of my station. Back yourself down.” Legolas growled. His desire was seething…

Haldir lingered, his breath hot on Legolas lips. “As you wish. If it is your wish.” He was close enough to kiss the Prince, for he felt the tension hot in the air.

“It is.” Legolas hissed.

Haldir backed away, slowly, with a smile across his lips. “You will see it differently by the end of the night, trust in this. I will be watching you.”

With that, Haldir stepped inside, his cloak sparking up on a fury of wind. Legolas grasped onto the railing with one hand, breathing in hard…and taking a long draught of his forgotten drink.

*


The gathering was in full swing as Legolas returned to the Fellowship. Each was pleasantly sweet on Elvish wine and even Aragorn joined the group in a round of dance upon the floor. He swung Galadriel with a smile upon his face, enjoying the moment where he was not Ranger or King, but Man.

Legolas sat back, drinking harder than before, until his senses were…tingled. The Marchwardens were no where to be found, no place near to taunt him and expose his weakness. He excused himself from Gimli and Boromir and sought the bathroom. Opening the door, what he found sent him into a shock. Rumil and Orophin…were engaged in the acts of pleasure… Rumil had his mouth full…pausing to glance up to the Prince.

“Excuse me…” Legolas stumbled, his back hitting the wall. He failed to see Haldir, pleasuring himself to the site of his brothers, in the far corner of the bathroom.

“Make no apology…” Orophin hissed, shoving his shaft deep into Rumils mouth. “You are free to join us…Ahhh Rumil, yes…there…, if you will, Legolas!”

The offer was…unbelievably tempting…to see Rumil with a cock buried deep in his throat, as Orophin writhed, his back against the wall of the bathroom. Legolas drew himself to stand behind Rumil…running his fingers through the Marchwardens hair…meeting Orophins eyes in the process. His desire pressing against Rumils back. “So sweet is the sound you play upon his flute!” Legolas hissed, his arousal threatening to burst the stitches of his leggings. He was drunk, he did not care what either of them thought of him, or his desires, at that moment.

“We have waited for this moment, Legolas!” Orophin growled, using his nails to scratch down Legolas hand. The Prince slid his other hand down his breeches, withdrawing his arousal…and stroking it….with incredible desire.

Rumil turned, abandoning Orophins shaft to take Legolas into his mouth. Orophin lowered his brothers breeches, sliding his desire deep into Rumils entrance. “Ai!” Rumil hissed against Legolas shaft, taking him hard into his throat.

Legolas leaned back against the wall for support, bucking his hips into Rumils mouth. “You feel so good.” He hissed, his eyes rolling back.

Haldir gasped for breath, the fire of desire strong in his eyes as he watched his brothers with Legolas. He wanted him…to bend him over and make him scream his name in pleasure…but not yet…not yet.

Orophin watched Legolas, pumping harder into his brothers core, feeling as if he might go out of his mind. “You are so beautiful Legolas, how hard I could take you…” He hissed.

Rumil moaned against Legolas shaft, his fingers sliding between the Princes’ thighs, cupping his tender sac.

Legolas shivered, bucking his hips harder into Rumils awaiting mouth. “Where is Haldir, I want him…I want him to fuck me until I am torn asunder!”

Haldir rose, hearing Legolas. “I have been here this entire time, enjoying the site of my brothers…and you, my beautiful Prince.”

Legolas rolled his head back, Rumils mouth was demanding and inviting. “I can deny it no longer, Haldir…I want you…I have wanted you for more time than I have known…but I did not…think that you…nor did I think that I…” Legolas moaned as Haldir rose, moving behind Legolas to lock the bathroom door.

“Tell me you want me while my brother uses his mouth to fuck you, Legolas. Plead for me to take you the way you have desired.” Haldir hissed, lowering his breeches to his thighs as he came behind Legolas.

“Please, Haldir…let me feel you so deep within me.” He hissed, feeling Haldir behind him…his hard shaft pressed into his back…Halslowslowly lowered Legolas’ breeches to his knees.

“Ohh Legolas, how I have longed to hear you say that.” Haldir hissed, lifting his fingers to Legolas mouth. The prince suckled them eagerly, his head rolling aback in the passion Rumil gave.

“I think Rumil has had enough of you, Legolas, let Orophin have a taste.” Haldir hissed, sinking down to his knees and spreading Legolas firm cheeks. Orophin cried out at the thought, sliding down to his knees as Rumil came behind him…sliding his length hard in.

Orophin took Legolas length now, his mouth hot with suction! Haldir slipped his tongue between the Princes’ cheeks, tasting his musky scent of arousal. “Your pleading me to fuck you, I can taste it in that tight pucker of yours!” Haldir cried out, even as Legolas took Orophin by the hair.

Rumil pounded hard into his brother, forcing Orophin to choke on Legolas length.

“Ahhh, so hot a mouth…never have I felt such suck! I will cum, I swear it…No, Orophin…please…” Legolas hissed, pumping his hips back into Haldir.

“Cum for him, Legolas, cum so that I can take this tight entrance and do with it as I will!” Haldir hissed, sliding a finger deep into the Prince.

Legolas leaned back into Haldir, his body shaking….his tensions releasing into Orophins hot mouth…but his lips would not relent even after he had spilled his seed. “Ai, I can take no more!” Legolas cried out.

Haldir rose from the Princes’ tender ass. “Find your pleasure, brothers. I shall take him now.” The Marchwarden hissed.

Orophin cried out as Rumil fucked himself deep into Orophins tight hole. Their cries filled the bathroom as Haldir bent Legolas over.

“I can go no more. I am spent.” Legolas hissed, panting for breath.

“You can and you will, watch how beautiful my brother Rumil fucks…” Haldir hissed taking Legolas by the hips. He sank himself in one hard, unbelievably swift motion, deep into Legolas’ tight entrance. “Ai, by the Valar, you are tight…and I am the first to fuck you!”

Legolas cried out, the pain was excruciating…even as Haldir hit hard into his core, rubbing a spot that instantly had him aroused once more. “Ai, Haldir…it hurts so good, Ohh I am choking on you from inside…”

Rumil and Orophin writhed in the throes of passion, clawing at the ground as they heard Legolas’ cries fill the air.

“Tell me how deep you feel me, cry my name, PRINCE.” Haldir hissed. Legolas was so unbelievably tight, he could barely keep his focus.

“Ai, deep…so deep I feel you in my bowels…Haldir…Ai, HALDIR!” Legolas cried out, grasping his ankles, bucking his hips back into the Marchwarden. “I swear I will cum if you hit that spot again, please…slowly, please.”

Haldir grasped Legolas by the hair, pulling him to a nearly upright position. His free hand controlled the Princes’ hips, as he buried himself deep into Legolas. “Oh you are so tight, I will coat your walls in but minutes!”

Legolas groaned, his half slit eyes watching the two brothers fuck on the floor before him. “You feel so good, Haldir! Oh, Valar!” Legolas was going out of his mind, arching hard into Haldirs thrusts to feel him deeper, till he swore he broke in half as the Marchwarden lifted him to a nearly upright position.

Haldir rubbed the spot deep in Legolas over and over again, forcing the Prince to whimper and shiver uncontrollably. “You are mine, say it, Legolas, say it or I will stop now and leave you bleeding on the floor!” Haldir slid his hand around Legolas throat, forcing the Princes’ head back, violently.

Legolas wanted anything but for Haldir to stop. “Take what you will of me, Haldir! I feel you…Oh, by the valar, I am going out of my mind…I am close, you bring me there again!” Legolas cried.

Haldir slowed his pace as the Prince groaned, panting for breath. “Please don’t stop…Haldir!”

“I will make you cum again after you swear you are mine and will have no other lover so deep in you. Say it!” Haldir hissed, biting down on Legolas shoulder.

Legolas was out of his mind, panting…with tears of need welling in his eyes. “Yours Haldir…god please, don’t stop, yours, no other will take me so deep…please…”

Rumil was close to rel, pl, plunging deep into Orophin as he cried out, writhing and pleasuring himself to his brothers ministrations.

Haldir laughed, darkly, taking Legolas hips and bringing them hard into his, impaling the prince on his sword. Legolas screamed as Haldir hit the spot, hard, rubbing it with the tip of his crown, with each vicious thrust. “Cum, my prince. Cum all over them! Bathe them in your seed and watch how they fight to devour it!”

Legolas could hold it back no more. Haldir grasped his aching shaft as he came..directing the spray upon his brothers…who were releasing, together…bound upon the floor. Rumil and Orophin lapped at the hot spray, even as Legolas panted, writhing.

The tight entrance convulsed on Haldirs length and he could bare no more. “I mark you with my seed, Legolas. No other. Ever, shall cum within you.” Haldir growled, bending Legolas at the waist as he writhed…sending his seed deep into Legolas core.

*


The Prince of Mirkwood fell back against Haldir, gasping for breath. Haldir brought him up into his arms. “Tell me how you feel, Legolas.”

“I have r ber been so…so fulfilled…” Legolas whimpered, drunk on such intense desire.

“Go forth, my brothers and prepare the back way. I will take him to my quarters.” Haldir ordered and his brothers followed.

Legolas readjusted himself, cleansing his face with cool water. All the while, Haldir smiled in arrogant satisfaction…for he had turned the Prince from his royal aires, after one solid night of pleasure. After a moment, the two brothers knocked thrice upon the door to signal the area was clear.

“Come, Legolas. The evening will continue in my quarters.” Haldir said. “I have not had my fill of you, yet.”

Legolas looked up as Haldir unlocked the door. “I don’t know that I can do this again.” There was guilt in his voice. “I should return to my friends, post haste.”

“You can blame it on the wine, my pretty Elf lord. But you will join me or I will come for you before your fellowship. You will not deny me my pleasure and fill of you.” Haldir said, harshly, placing his hand on the Princes’ shoulder. “You have one hour to make your excuses to your friends.”
*


Haldir left Legolas alone and shaking…coursing hard with the pleasure he had felt and the guilt for what he had done in the name of his pleasure.

Stepping out of the bathroom after more moments than he could count, Legolas crossed the distance to meet with the Fellowship. “The Hobbits have tasted too much wine.” Aragorn laughed as Boromir hefted Merry and Pippin onto his broad shoulders. “They return to the Talan. I should fetch Gimli, for the Lord and Lady presented him with dwarvish grog they have had for a long while. They warned him of the potency, but Gimli payed it little mind.” Aragorn laughed.

Legolas nodded.

“You have been gone long, Legolas. Are you sick on the wine as well?” Aragorn asked, patting Boromir on the upper arm as he carried the Hobbits from the scene of their excesses.

“Not nearly enough.” Legolas said, turning his eyes to the serving elf as he passed the way through the room, taking a glass and downing it quickly….only to take another.

“Slow down, my friend, or I will be carrying you from this gathering. Will you be returning to the Talan with us or have you business elsewhere?” Aragorn sipped his own drink, slowly.

“I..will be along shortly. I have promised to spend some time taking..Counsel from the Marchwardens before they return to patrol. I may go with them, I have yet to know what my course of action will be.” Legolas tried to hide his guilt and the sense of desire rising through him as the hour was filtering away.

“When you find counsel with Haldir, inform him that I wish to see him, in private before we depart, the day after tomorrow. I wish any news he will have heard from those traveling near the borders of the golden wood.” Aragorn patted Legolas on the shoulder. “The Lord and Lady have taken leave and will meet with us on the morrow for breakfast to discuss what they have foreseen.”

“I will be there, either way.” Legolas tried to smile, placing his hand on Aragorns shoulder.

“Till then.” Aragorn nodded, turning to collect Sam and Frodo, who had not taken such excesses as their kin. “On your feet, Gimli. We have a distance to walk. Come.”

Gimli slurred something in his own tongue, raising upon his feet and following Aragorn and the Hobbits as they departed the scene.

Legolas stood for a time longer, drinking his fill of the Elvish wine until once more he could handle the feelings coursing through him. ~ it is only pleasure, there are no ties that bind for pleasure. Yet, I feel disgusted for what I have done...and what I have witnessed the Marchwardens do to their own blood. It is wrong for them to engage one another in such pursuits of pleasure…yet I can not seem to tear myself away. ~ The Prince said to himself, even as his feet found the path to Haldirs quarters. He knew the way, for long ago he spent much time with the Marchwardens while visiting the Golden Wood and learning the ways of his Lorien Kith.

*


Legolas knocked softly on the door, placing his hands before him as Orophin gave him entrance. “Come in, My Prince.” He smiled, closing the door behind Legolas and softly running his fingers down the arm of Legoals’ tunic. The Prince looked to him, his eyes admonishing so free of a touch upon him. Orophin withdrew his fingers with a dark smile.

Haldir was laying back on his bed, sipping a drink as Legolas entered. “You nearly pushed the mark of the hour, Legolas. I was afraid I would have to come for you before your friends. Pour yourself a drink, the glasses are on the dresser to your right. ” Rumil turned to watch Legolas approach, his head resting on Haldirs clothed thigh…though his fingertips teased the Elder Marchwardens length, sensually. Orophin returned to the floor where he had been sitting, running his hands through Rumils hair and across his jaw…where Rumil licked the tip of such delicious fingers.

“Why do you do this to each other? It is wrong to take your kin in such displays, you realize this?” Legolas said, standing stone still in the midst of the display.

“We are not exclusive to each other, Legolas. It is not as if we are at risk of producing elflings with the same blood.” Haldir smiled, sipping his drink, his eyes lowering slightly as Rumil teased his fingertips along his slowly growing length…his touch was feather soft and tormenting.

“But you are brothers, raised together from the same parents.” Legolas insisted, making a drink for himself and downing it quickly.

Orophin leaned back, draping his leg over Rumils lap. With his fingers, the youngest Marchwarden produced a long stem pipe. From the pouch at his side, he withdrew a sweet scented herb, one Legolas recognized for its healing properties, often found in tea. He knew it could be smoked, he had tasted it with them before, and it was a natural relaxant.

“We are brothers, yes. There is no shame to our desires, Legolas. You mistake what you see. We are not in love nor bound to one another, save by our lineage.” Haldir licked his lips as Rumil brushed his palm across his desire before taking the pipe Orophin offered him. Rumil inhaled deeply and passed the offering to Haldir…before returning to his teasing. Haldir spread his legs wider, leaning back on one arm. “We have tastes we wish to display in trust with each other. Surely you know of Elladan and Elrohir in Rivendell?” Haldir inhaled the natural herb, watching Legolas face. “Or perhaps not?”

Legolas was even more shocked. “The twins heirs of Imladris? They do…this?”

“Yes, Legolas. Usually they are rather exclusive to each other, though they have been taught much by Glorfindel and of course, Erestor. Surely you knew Lord Elrond takes Erestor and Lindir to his bed?” Haldir smiled, offering the pipe to Legolas. “Come and sit beside me.”

Legolas at first did not move, letting everything Haldir said register into his thoughts. After a long moment, he sat down on the bed beside the elder Marchwarden, his elbows on his knees. “I had no idea.”

“Well it is not something either Lord would shout outthe the world?” Rumil laughed, turning his head toward Legolas as he kissed along Haldirs inner thigh. Orophin half cocked a grin, his fingers slowly undoing Rumils tunic to feel his skin.

“And what does Elrond say of his sons? Of himself? And the Evenstar, is she involved in such…indiscretions?” Legolas took the pipe from Haldirs hand, taking a long draught of the smoke and passing it back to Orophin.

“He does not know of what sport his sons find in each other, that is for sure.” Orophin laughed. “Yet the Lord of Imladris knows his sons dabble in delights with other elf lords. He cares little, so long as each produce for him an heir to continue the line…and their indiscretions remain…quiet. Why do you think they spend so much time in Lorien? It has little to do with this being the place of their mothers birth, though that is what they will say.”

“Elrond has nothing to say for himself, his affairs are kept very silent. The Evenstar is true only to her Estel. She takes no other lover and is unaware of what goes on at the Last Homely House when the stars ride over the sky. Her thoughts and her desire lieonly with the Ranger.” Haldir watched Legolas exhale, the smoke slipping from between his lips.

Rumil took his pull, passing once more to Haldir. “Ahh, such sweet relaxation falls over my body.” He moaned, licking up Haldirs straining length, whetting his breeches with his tongue. Haldir moaned softly, his eyes lowering in pure delight. Orophin shifted on the floor, resting his head in Rumils lap, his hand delving between Rumils legs.

Legolas took a second pull of the pipe and the embers burned down. Setting it on the floor at his feet, he felt the sweet smoke fill his system, untensing his muscles. “So you three do this, with one another, every night?” He said, leaning back on his elbow, his legs bent over the edge of the bed.

“We engage ourselves such, when our time comes to be cautious. We have no desire to spread our tastes through the world of thought, here in Lorien. At times, our lovers are unable to fulfill our desires and can not meet us for the night, we pass the time in pleasure with each other.” Haldir arched his hips slightly to Rumils attention, taking the rest of his drink and tossing the glass to the floor, caring little as it shattered. Reaching his hand out, Haldir traced his finger tips across Legolas’ angular cheek, eliciting a soft pant of breath from the Prince. “Consider this your education to the society of Elves you have known nothing of. Even in Mirkwood, delights of the flesh are taken, though they are the most subtle of our kith.”

Legolas moistened his lips, his body flooded with sensuality unlike any he had known before.

“The She Elves bore you, always pleading for mercy…scared for their reputations, manipulative. You know this to be truth, Legolas.” Haldir exhaled sharply as Rumil cupped his desire, playfully.

Rumil spread his legs beneath Orophins head as his brother tended to his need, teasing the aching shaft with his teeth, softly. “Orophin, you know just how to make me shiver…” Rumil hissed, running his fingers through his brothers hair.

“I still enjoy the company of women, I desire them.” Legolas traced his fingertips through Haldirs palm, his eyes shut…his body aching.

“As do each of us.” Rumil laughed and then moaned softly. “But they can not always fulfill our darker desires.”

“Feel no guilt for what you desire, there is only pleasure to be had. No games of manipulation, only the intrigues of the flesh.” Haldir hissed as Rumil pressed his hot tongue to his groin once more. “Ahh, how long we have watched you in silence…pleasured ourselves to the thought of what you would taste like…feel like beneath us…and above us.” Haldir smiled. “You enjoy this desire, this worship, do you not, my spoiled prince?”

“Yes…” Legolas whispered, tracing Haldirs fingers against his lips, letting is tongue taste the tips with soft flicking motions.

Rumil rose from his seated position between Haldirs legs as Orophin crawled out from his brothers lap. Rumil placed his body between Haldirs thighs, taking his mouth…his tongue flickering in and out of the dark cavern. Orophin rose as well, coming behind Rumil, running his hands along his brothers arms, pressing his aching need against Rumils back. Haldir and Rumil kissed passionately, all the while Legolas lapped at Haldirs fingertips, watching them, intently.

“Do you like watching Rumil kiss Haldir?” Orophin asked, breathing against Rumils ear as his fingers claimed his brothers throat.

“Yes..” his whimper was tortured, eyeing how playful Haldirs tongue danced against Rumils. Haldir opened his eyes, locking them to the Prince.

Legolas drew back a breath as Haldir slowly lingered in the kiss. He is tormenting me, Legolas realized and groaned softly. He could not bare to watch this any longer. Leaning over, the Prince danced his tongue over Haldirs lip, even as Rumil kissed him. Rumil moaned, feeling Legolas tongue as he danced within Haldirs mouth. The Elder marchwarden took both of them into his mouth, caressing each with his own…slowly drawing away…his eyes lowered in passion as Legolas and Rumil began to taste each other…over his body.

“So beautiful to watch.” Haldir hissed, brushing his fingers through Legolas hair. Jealousy was rising in his eyes.

Rumil moaned into Legolas mouth, biting at his lower lip. “Like nectar is your mouth, Legolas.”

Legolas parted his lips even further…left open as Rumil slid back with the urging of Haldirs hand. “You have tasted him enough, Rumil. Orophin is eager for such wonders your mouth holds.”

Rumil licked his lips. “Jealous much, my brother?” he snickered to Haldir as Orophin leaned over his shoulder…sliding his fingers under Rumils jaw.

“Not as jealous as I am becoming.” Orophin hissed, running is tongue over Rumils lips.

Haldir leaned closer to Legolas. “Now I will taste you, part your lips, Legolas and give me the delicate nectar you gave to my brother.” Haldir took Legolas lips with such softness, the Prince moaned..his tongue sliding across Haldirs…desperate to feel him…but Haldir was tormenting him..making him shiver..not giving to the kiss as fully as Legolas needed. “You do not need me as much as you should.” Haldir whispered into the Princes’ lips.

“Do not tease me.” Legolas hissed, grasping Haldir by the chin, trying to draw the Marchwardens mouth to his, harder. Haldir pulled Legolas’ touch away and laughed, cruelly. The Prince opened his eyes, seeing Rumil and Orophin locked in the most delicious kiss…Orophin pressed his fingers between Rumils cheeks, teasing his entrance through the fabric.

“Do you want me, Legolas?” Haldir said, arrogantly…leaning down to take Rumils mouth even as Orophin pleasured it…his hands running down Orophins face.

“Yes, Haldir!” Legolas hissed, “Torment me no longer!”

“So quickly you rise to jealousy.” Haldir moaned, licking Orophins tongue as he withdrew from Rumils mouth.

“as do you.” Legolas taunted.

“On your knees before me, my prince.” Haldir growled. “Take me in that hot mouth of yours and show me how you yearn for my kiss.”

“And what do I receive for such services?” Legolas licked his lips, his eyes falling on Haldirs length pressing through his breeches.

“My brothers will decide, quite eagerly.” Haldir hissed with need as Rumil and Orophin smiled…wantonly.

Legolas slid to his knees, pressing himself between Haldirs thighs. “I have never done this before…” he whispered as he lowered Haldirs breeches to his knees.

“Do not bore me with such triffling she elf ways, Legolas.” Haldir growled, taking Legolas by the back of the head and forcing himself deep into Legolas mouth. The Prince nearly choked on his length, his eyes wide. “Ahh such a hot mouth you have, now put it to use.”

Legolas did just that. Puckering his cheeks, he created such immense suction on Haldirs need, that the Marchwarden fell onto his back. The Prince claimed his shaft, sliding his tongue on the underside of Haldirs length…forcing the Marchwarden in and out of his lips.

“Ai, you suck me as though you have taken 100 elf lords into your lips!” Haldir grasped the bedsheets, tearing them from their anchor.

Orophin knelt to the side of Legolas, lowering his breeches and wrapping a hand about his length…as Rumil slowly inserted a finger into the princes’ tight pucker. “Ahh how his entrance spasms at my breech. Tight and sweet is his ass! I smell Haldirs seed all over him.”

Orophin slowly slid his free hand up Legolas body, beneath his tunic. Rumil leaned in to take Orophins lips as he tended Legolas..feeling the Prince arch back into the invading digit.

Faster, the Prince moved on Haldirs length, twisting his head slightly like a corkscrew, his hand tight about the base of the Marchwardens shaft as Haldir nearly jolted out of his skin. Legolas could feel him shivering beneath his lips. “Enough!” Haldir cried out, pushing Legolas back. “Another moment and I would explode in that hot mouth.” He panted.

Rumil drew Legolas back across the floor as Orophin bent to taste the Princes’ weeping desire. “His need is hot, yes…Rumil, show him what desire awaits him.” Orophin released his mouth and slid himself before the Elf Lord. “Guide yourself into me.” He hissed.

Legolas moaned, using his hand to guide him into Orophin… “So hot…as sweet as Velvet!” He cried out, arching his thrusts, forcing Orophin to grasp Haldirs spread legs to keep himself from falling over. Rumil did not waste time and sunk his heat hard into the prince. “Ai!” Legolas cried out….Rumils thrusts forcing him deeper into Orophins core.

Haldir bent, his eyes never leaving Legolas..taking Orophins need into his hand…stroking him with such expertise that Orophin felt himself closer than he believed he could be, so quickly. “Ai, Legolas fucks like a beast…” he cried out.

“And is tight as my hand in a fist!” Rumil cried out, dragging Legolas back into his need.
“I grow so close already, what magick he holds between these cheeks.”

“Ahh, Haldir…I am hot…” Legolas hissed in the center of the train of delights.

“You will not cum inside of him, Rumil. Spill your seed elsewhere.” Haldir growled, becoming increasingly possessive.

“As you wish, brother.” Rumil groaned, freeing Legolas of his tunic.

“Do you like this…Haldir…watching me…take Orophin….and groaning in need of Rumil?” Now Legolas was tormenting him.

Haldir growled, working Orophin like a beast. “Expell into my fingers, beautiful Orophin.” The elder Marchwarden took Orophins mouth, his eyes never leaving Legolas.

Orophin cried out, Rumils strength within Legolas was forcing the Prince so deep into his entrance, he could have passed out…. Crying into Haldirs mouth, Orophin let his seed free in his brothers palm. Rumil, felt the convulsions of Legolas’ desire within Orophin, sending him over the edge. He pulled out, his seed spraying down Legolas back.

Legolas dropped to all fours, panting from need and frustration. “I am not yet done!” He cried out, digging his nails against the floor.

Rumil fell back laughing as Orophin layed himself back, panting for breath. “Seems the Prince has become quite the whore.”

Haldir drew Legolas up from his position on the floor, pressing the Princes’ body between his legs. “Your need is so great, is it not, my Prince?” He tormented, running his fingers through Legolas’ golden mane.

“Yes, Haldir…” He said weakly. “Will you not have me?”

Haldir layed back upon the bed. “No, I will not have you. You have taken Rumil into you, when I have claimed you as mine. You will receive no pleasure from me.”

“Haldir!” Legolas hissed, crawling atop Haldir..rubbing his shaft against Haldirs own…the friction was too delightful.

“I have said no.” Haldir threw him over onto his side on the bed.

Legolas groaned, his hand moving to his own pleasure. Orophin and Rumil could not help but laugh…having never seen their brother so..possessive. Haldir drew up onto his knees, taking Legolas hand away from his aching shaft. “You will receive no pleasure on my bed, this night.”

Legolas felt the chills of frustration ice up his spine. “You can not leave me like this…it is agony!”

“Oh, cant I?” Haldir smiled, arrogantly, sliding off the bed. “Rumil, take his arms and hold him here. Orophin, present yourself to me.”

Rumil slid onto the bed, straddling Legolas and holding his hands down. “Tisk, my Prince. You have violated an oath given to Haldir in but an hour of time.”

Orophin rose from the floor and layed himself on the bed, beside Legolas. Haldir took Orophins legs over his shoulders, kneeling one knee upon the bed…sliding himself into his brother with such ease. “Watch the fuck I give to him, Legolas. It was meant for you…and you will receive none of it.”

Legolas could not turn his eyes away. Haldir slid so deep into Orophin that the elf grimaced in pain…yet, panting for more. “Do not torment me so, Haldir. Damn you!” Legolas struggled against Rumil but could not break free.

Haldir leaned down and took Orophins mouth, his hips nearly forcing Orophin up the wall with such passion. Rhythmic and dark, Haldir groaned, turning his eyes to Legolas. “Ai, Gilboreth, My Prince…what a hot fuck you have lost…ai…so close, Legolas…can you taste it? Keep your eyes to me.” Haldir tormented.

Legolas could not bear it, Haldir was calling his name as he took Orophin…giving him the pleasure that was meant for the Prince. “Haldir please…” He hissed.

“Oh…you desire to see my seed flow…Ai…it cums…it cums so hard, I could drown you!” Haldir hissed, withdrawing from Orophin and letting his nectar spill over his chest. Legolas was panting for breath…

Haldir leaned down, lapping the seed from Orophin with long, hot tongue strokes. Rumil released Legolas and rose, slipping his tunic over his breeches. “Looks like it was a good one, Haldir.” He chuckled.

Once Orophin was licked clean, he rose regaining his clothing. “What shall we do with the Prince now? Hmm? He is desperate to explode, look into his eyes.”

Haldir regained his clothing, pulling his breeches up from his knees. Legolas was shivering. “Go forth, my brothers. I will see to him…and join you on watch within the next few moments.”

Rumil and Orophin slid their weapons over their backs, stocking one anothers quivers. They smiled to themselves as they left Haldirs quarters. Legolas and Haldir were alone.

“Will you not have me, Haldir? After all that has happened this night…after the torment you inflict upon my body and my mind…will you leave me like this?” Legolas sat up, shaking…his breeches tight and threatening to bust through the stitching.

“You will receive no pleasure from me, Legolas. Rumil has entered what I first took. I will not have you, tasting of him!” Haldir hissed, his voice filling the room in pure anger.

“I can not return like this, I am agony.” Legolas shivered, his head falling into his hands.

Haldir folded his arms before Legolas. “You may pollute yourself upon my floor, but no pleasure shall be found by you, upon my bed. You will not be here when I return.” Haldir took Legolas hand, licking his palm. “That is the only help you will have from me to relieve your..agony.”

With that, Haldir turned and left the room. Legolas sank to the floor, taking his desire into his hand….