Conception Day Gifts
Conception Day Gifts
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Conception Day Gifts
Wearily, Elrohir pushed open the door to his room, then
closed it behind him. Dumping his pack
on the floor, he crossed to the bathing room, dripping muddy water on the floor
as he went.
He and Elladan had just returned from a two-week long patrol
around the borders and outlying lands surrounding Imladris, during some of the
coldest, foulest, wettest spring weather he could recall.
the skin had somehow completely failed to remove the mud that splattered him
liberally from head to toe. They had
taken the time to make a rather brief report to Elrond, and greet Celebrían and
Arwen – carefully – before heading to their rooms to bathe, eat, and fall into
an exhausted sleep. He was at least
grateful that despite the delays they had encountered, he and his brother had
arrived home in time for their conception anniversary the next day; a special
day; when they celebrated their first millennia.
had apparently not arrived.
weather. Do you want him caught in a
mudslide, or worse? Stop being so
selfish.
to him, and he blessed whoehad had seen their approach and drawn the bath for
him. Stripping off his sodden, filthy
clothes he dropped them into a heap on the stone floor and stepped into the deep
water. It was hot, but not too hot –
perfect for driving out the damp chill that seemed to have penetrated bone-deep
in the last two weeks, and easing the stiffness of his wrenched shoulder.
thoughts blank, then submerged completely, soaking the dirt from his hair.
By the time he finally felt totally clean, the water was
cooling, and he decided reluctantly that it was time to move.
that there was no towel within reach, and cursed his lack of foresight.
“Is this what you are looking for?”
Startled, Elrohir sat up, turning to the door.
enter wit hit him being aware of it – he must be even more tired than he
realised. Then he smiled with delight –
his unexpected visitor was one of only a handful who could approach him unawares like this.
he exclaimed in joy.
Legolas stood only feet away, holding the elusive towel at
arm’s length. Elrohir stood, water cascading
from his body, and stepped out, reaching for the towel.
aside and enveloped Elrohir in his own embrace.
“I will get you wet,” Elrohir protested half-heartedly.
the embrace with a sigh of pleasure, content for the moment as they simply held
one another. At length he drew
reluctantly away, giving Legolas a light kiss, and picked up the discarded
towel. “When did you get here?” he
asked, as he wrapped the towel around himself and wrung water from his
hair. “I feared you would not make it in
time.”
Legolas smiled. “The
day before yesterday. I asked your
father not to say anything when you saw him – I wanted to surprise you.”
“You certainly did. A
most pleasant surprise, I might add.” He
kissed Legolas again, lingeringly. “It
is wonderful to see you again – I missed you,” he murmured.
with further surprise that a table had been placed before the fire, set with
plates and glasses, heated platters, and a decanter holding a deep red
wine. pan>pan>“Did you do all this?” he asked.
“I did indeed. I
asked Erestor if we could have our meal here – I thought you may not want to go
down to the main hall tonight.” Legolas
looked rather smug.
Elrohir smiled appreciatively.
robe with threads of silver embroidery.
Sitting at the table, he began to investigate the various platters, and
sniffed at the decanter.
“Dorwinion?” He glanced at Legolas,
one eyebrow raised in surprise.
“Dorwinion,” Legolas agreed.
“My father’s conception day gift to you both. It is a special occasion, after all.”
Elrohir’s face fell.
“We should share it with Elladan, then,” he pointed out a little
reluctantly. Although the three of them
often ate together when Legolas visited Imladris, tonight he did not want to
share Legolas with anyone, not after their long separation.
Legolas laughed. “As
fond as I am of your brother, I would rather spend the evening with just the
two of us. There is another bottle for
Elladan in my pack.” He poured two deep
goblets, and raised his own to Elrohir.
“To us,” he said simply. “Ten
years is a long time. I missed you,
too.” They drank, and began to talk of
all they had done in that time, renewing their friendship as much as their
bond. An hour passed swiftly, before
they recalled the specially-prepared meal, fortunately still warm on the heated
platters.
They ate, savouring the delicacy and variety of dishes.
was particularly hungry. He and Elladan
tended to take it in turns to cook their evening meal when on ol, ol, and both
did it well, but game had been scarce, and the hunting slim.
on water alone, and the Dorwinion was a very welcome treat.
mellowing,” Elrohir commented.
our relationship?”
Legolas shrugged. “It
is true he would be happier if my heart had been given to your sister,” he
admitted. “He would be planning the
wedding even now! But he likes you well
enough, you know that.” He sighed.
he would have made a wonderful daeradar.”
He glanced down at his plate. “It
is my only regret, too.”
Elrohir took his hand, squeezing it gently.
both eventually have children, so my parents will have their grandelflings; and
I can share in them, as you can. It
must be hard for Thranduil.”
His hand was suddenly gripped tightly between both of
Legolas’s. “I would not change
anything,” he said vehemently. “You know
that. You know how I love you, Elrohir.
Elrohir nodded, his throat dry.
was what he had missed. Legolas’s
passion, as much as his companionship.
Quickly, they stacked the plates and dishes onto trays, placing them
outside the door for collection. “We
will not be disturbed now,” Elrohir
murmured, as he shut the door firmly.
“What was it you wanted to show me?”
“This.” Legolas
pushed him down onto the bed, kneeling over him and pushing the robe
aside. “My conception day gift to you.”
He kissed Elrohir, gently at first, then with increasing passion.
laces of his breeches and the clasp on his tunic and Legolas stilled
momenta as as his tunic was pulled off.
Elrohir took the opportunity to run his hands lightly over Legolas’s
chest, but Legolas shook his head. “Not
yet,” he murmured. He slid his breeches
down, and kicked them off into a corner.
They were now both unencumbered by clothing, and Elrohir found Legolas’s
merest touch enticing, as his hand slid across Elrohir’s cheek, along his neck
and round to cup the back of his head.
Elrohir shuddered as his lover’s fingers brushed against the
tip of his ear. “More,” he
whispered. He felt Legolas’s other hand
drifting downward, across his chest, circling both nipples, down across his
stomach, to his hip, then lower still to his legs.
back of his knee, then drew his hand higher, along the skin of his inner thigh,
using gentle, butterfly-light touches that inflamed Elrohir.
Elrohir gave a low moan, but when he tried again to return
the caresses, Legolas gently moved his hand away once more.
This is my gift, remember,” he whispered.
considerable skill, his mouth, his lips, tongue and teeth, biting, nipping,
sucking, licking and kissing every inch of exposed flesh.
from gentle caresses and feathery touches to a sharp pinching that was
exquisite torture.
Initially, Elrohir found it frustng tng that he was not
permitted to participate more actively, but before long he was helpless to do
more than moan and gasp beneath the relentless onslaught.
limp with passion and longing – his arousal was almost painfully hard, and was
the one part Legolas had omitted from his loving exploration.
Finally, their mouths joined again, and this time Legolas
heeded his lover’s desperate pleading.
His hand gripped Elrohir’s
arousal at last, his thumb brushing again the tip, and he began to stroke
firmly. It took only seconds.
mouth, Elrohir came, a convulsive shudder shaking his body from head to
toe. He grasped Legolas to him tightly,
returning the kiss passionately until at lae fee fell back against the bed,
utterly spent.
Legolas moved to lay beside him, propped on one elbow,
watching him with immense satisfaction.
“Thank you,” the blond prince murmured.
Surprised, Elrohir turned his head.
around. That was – amazing.”
“Because I love to do that to you,” Legolas explained
simply. “I love knowing that no one else
has that effect on you, and never will now.”
“No. No one else now,”
Elrohir agreed softly. “Only you.”
only other lover he had ever known. A
visiting scholar from Mithlond had taken his virginity – not in the least
against his will, to be sure. Ardamin
had been both very skilled and very gentle, and had taught Elrohir that
something he had always feared would be sordid and rather painful could be a thing
of beauty and passion.
him. “You said something about this
being a conception day gift? Does that
mean you intend to give my brother the same gift again?”
There was a snort beside him.
reflectively. “It is odd,”
“You have the same faces, the same bodies.
we have swum or bathed together – yet I have never felt the slightest flicker
of desire for him. You, on the other hand …” He shrugged.
different.” He turned, laying now with
his back to Elrohir, pressing close.
As Elrohir held Legolas against himself, his hands traced
lazy circles on his chest, brushing gently over the soft skin.
trail of kisses down the back of his neck and along his shoulder as Legolas
gave a soft sigh. He realised belatedly
that although he himself had found release, Leg was was still hard.
shaft, and Legolas’s breath quavered slightly.
Between kisses, and running his tongue across the sensitive spot below
his lover’s ear – a place he recalled had always given Legolas intense pleasure
– he whispered tender words. “What, my
love, would you have me do? You brought
me to such ecstasy – how shall I please you?
Tell me what you desire.”
Legolas did not respond immediately, and Elrohir maintained
his gentle caresses. “Hmm?
What would give you greatest pleasure now?”
There was a soft laugh.
“If you still can – if I have not exhausted you – I would like you to
make love to me. Like this.
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style='mso-spacerun:yes'> his voice fell away suggestively.
“I am not that
tired!” Elrohir retorted firmly.
pack, still where he had dropped it by the door.
jar, nearly full with a pale-coloured cream. Unscrewing the top, he took a
little on his fingers, and began to gently massage Legolas’s shoulders and
back, moving fractionally lower with each broad sweep of his hands.
completely against him, and smiled. His
love had always found this intensely arousing.
One hand now went lower still, a slick finger probing at the hidden
entrance. The massage had worked its
usual magic, and his finger slid easily inside.
He maintained the soothing massage, interspersing his touch with kisses,
and slid another finger inside. Legolas
gave a low murmur of protest at the slow pace Elrohir was setting, but he
ignored it. He intended to do this at a
leisurely rate, to prolong the pleasure for both of them.
they had all night. Elrohir knew, too,
that after the devastating climax Legolas had bestowed on him, he would need to
time to recover. Legolas’s teasing
comment about having exhausted him was not far off the mark.
At last he relented and carefully withdrew his fingers,
moving a little closer. Slicking his
shaft with a little more of the herb-scented cream,pushpushed inside very, very
slowly. He had to stop after a moment,
taking a deep breath to maintain control over the exquisite sensations racing
through him. Legolas wrecked that
control. “By the Valar, Elrohir, do not
torture me so!” he moaned, and pushed
back firmly, forcing Elrohir deeply into him.
Their gasps were perfectly synchronised, and Legolas twisted his head
round to kiss him again.
Elrohir managed to maintain the slow, languid pace,
thrusting gently in an easy rocking motion he knew he could maintain for some
time. Wave upon wave of sensual pleasure
began to build up in slow ripples, rising ever higher, and Elrohir began to
stroke Legolas’s arousal again. He
tightened the arm still wrapped around his lover, pulling him even closer,
feeling his breathing quicken. They were
both close to the edge now, and suddenly Legolas arched backwards, his head
against Elrohir’s shoulder, moaning incoherently.
as the waves of passion crested and broke.
Elrohir leaned forward to lap again at the hollow just below Legolas’s
ear and blew gently, smiling as his entire body trembled and jerked again.
Still shuddering with the aftershocks, still joined, they
lay together, sated, as breathing and
heart-rates slowly returned to normal.
At last, with a soft sigh, Elrohir moved, withdrawing gently.
his arms, and with a final loving kiss they drifted into dreams
o-o-o
Legolas awoke the next morning as the early sun shone in on
him. The foul weather of the previous
weeks had finally cleared, and the air at last had the soft warmth of
spring. He thought back to the previous
night with satisfaction – he and Elrohir had more than made up for the long
separation they had endured. He turned
to gaze again on Elrohir. At some point
in the night they had moved apart, and Elrohir now lay on his front, his eyes
still glazed and vacant in sleep. One
foot hung over the side of the bed, and Legolas was tempted to brush his finger
across the bare sole, knowing it to be a ticklish spot.
bed to draw a bath, washing away the stickiness that still coated his stomach
and thighs, removing all evidence of the
night’s activities.
When he returned, Elrohir was still asleep.
and stroked the bare foot lightly, smiling as it twitched.
dark, widespread bruises and grazing. He
sat at his side, gently running his fingers over the ugly marks in
concern. Elrohir stirred beneath his
touch, and turned his head to smile at Legolas.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
“Good morning,”
Legolas reed.
to kiss Elrohir, first on the mouth, then on his injured shoulder.
sharp outline of bone.
Elrohir rolled over and sat up, flexing his shoulder
carefully. “It is nothing.
ago. El has been rubbing in some of that
salve to ease it, so I could stise mse my sword.”
his eyes closed. “Oh, no.
He sounded frustrated, and sighed.
“Poor Elladan.”
“Why ‘poor Elladan’?” Elrohir opened one eye.
“You know how close we are. How
we can tell if the other is troubled, or injured.”
that closeness extends to other things, too.
Like sensing pain – or strong
emotions …”
“Ah.
Yes, ‘poor Elladan’ indeed. That
could be awkward.”
“Poor El. I should have
shielded him – I ceep eep my thoughts to myself when I try, but I have to think
about it,” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Last night, I was not thinking at all,” he
confessed.
Legolas again began to rub Elrohir’s shoulder, massaging in
the cream they had used before, kneading the tense muscles to relax them.
murmured. “It was getting rather stiff again.”
He rolled over, and gave a wicked grin of appreciation.
Legolas flushed a little.
The pleasure of running his hands over Elrohir’s smooth skin, watching
him writhe as a particularly tense spot was eased, feeling the firm muscles;
together with the heady scent of the cream, had all had an unintentional
result. He was achingly hard again.
Elrohir drew Legolas closer.
“Come here,” he said simply, drawing his knees up.
He rolled across the bed, pulling Legolas with him, until they were
facing in opposite directions. Legolas
gasped as he felt Elrohir’s mouth engulf his erection, lips and tongue swirling
around the tip, then swallowing him deeply.
He matched the motions at first, then delved lower, his tongue probing
gently at the tight entrance. Elrohir
stied ied in his embrace, uttering a low moan, and Legolas probed more deeply,
feeling the tense muscles relax and give way to him.
ripples through his erection, and the steady motion of Elrohir’s mouth
faltered. “Enough.
With a smooth, practised movement, Legolas twisted around
until he knelt over Elrohir. Taking the
jar of cream in a hand that shook slightly, he smeared a little on them both
and thrust in deeply in one smooth stroke.
There had been minimal preparation, and he searched Elrohir’s face for
any signs of discomfort – but his sigh of pleasure dismissed any concerns.
back again, hard.
Their coupling this time was fast and fierce, totally unlike
the slow, sensual love-making of the night before.
rapid escalation of pure ecstasy.
Elrohir’s hands and mouth ranged everywhere he could reach, pinching and
biting, driving Legolas to his peak almost immediately.
Elrohir’s ministrations made it impossible.
undoing, and he felt Elrohir’s legs twine about his, pulling him even closer as
he came, driving deeply and spilling himself with a cry that was nearly a sob.
tip of Elrohir’s ear, grazing it with his teeth, knowing exactly what to do to
provoke orgasm. He nipped again as
Elrohir cried out, and felt the sudden splash of warmth between their stomachs
and the hard, clenching spasms that caressed his shaft, driving him to an
unprecedented second peak.
They lay together, arms and legs entwined, panting and
drenched in sweat. Legolas knew he had
to move, to wash and dress, ready to greet the world again, but he was deeply
reluctant to release Elrohir from his embrace.
At last he lifted his head a little.
“Did you manage to prevent Elladan sensing that?” he asked.
Elrohir nodded tiredly.
“Yes, but there was little point.
He will have heard – you were
rather loud, my love.” He chuckled.
“You were not exactly quiet yourself,”
hope no-one else was within earshot. It
could be rather embarrassing.”
“El and I have this corridor to ourselves, fortunately.”
have to get up. I need to bath – again –
and we will be expected to take breakfast with my parents this morning.”
Legolas was nearly dressed when there was a tap on the door
that led to the sitting room the twins shared.
Elladan opened it and peered in.
“Is it safe to come in?” he asked with a grin.
Elrohir appeared from the bathing room, a towel wrapped
around his waist. “Good morning,
El. Happy begetting day!”
“And to you, little brother.”
turned to greet Legolas. “Welcome, my
friend. I heard you had come.”
“Yes, I arrived two days ago –”
gently.
“Behave yourself, brother!”
he admonished. “There was no need
for that!”
Belatedly, Legolas caught the hidden meaning of Elladan’s
words, and saw his smug grin. He
blushed. Elladan had accepted the
changed relationship between his twin and his closest friend with delight, but
was not above a little gentle teasing at their expense at times.
Elladan grinned again.
“Only three times. Do not worry –
father warned me you were here. I took a
large goblet of wine to bed with me last night.
It helped.”
“That reminds me.”
Legolas delved into his pack, finding the second flask of Dorwinion from
his father. He presented it to
Elladan.
“Happy conception day, my friends.”
The End