Moon Shadows

Title: Moon Shadows
Author: Anu (anubeta@lycos.com)
Pairing: Elrond/Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Legolas is shy. Or is he? Elrond finds out.
Warning: Elrond POV.
Author's Notes: My first slash fic ever. Mistakes abound. Written around the same time as 'Windows and Birthdays'.

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The lad was shy.
Had to be.

He'd been bumping against me for weeks now, blushing and stammering his apoligies when it was obviosly intentional. I enjoy his boyish habits and nature, but as easily as I could endure it patiently, I couldnt quite ignore it. He was far to sexy for that.

Mirkwood bred and born, he was lean, tall and wary, yet shy and quick. Without my elven senses I would never have been treated to recognizing his clumsy brushings for what they were. Nor would I have been able to hide how much I enjoyed them. Being the Lord of Imaldris has its advantages, I suppose. No one expects anything unusual of you.

At any rate, I was fully intent on gaining some terrain with him while he was here 'visting'. Knowing him, he'd probably run away from home again, and his father would not get my regards. He was quite nice to have sulking around the place, particulary because he enjoyed sulking around me.

After weeks of this, I was ready to drug him if need be. I had decided to do it within the week if something did not happen first as I settled into my bed that night.

I woke to faint whisperings and hushed panting. Suspecting a tryst outside my window, I rose silently and walked naked to the window. Panting, laying in the bushes feverishly working his hard, weeping cock was my prize, his tunic pulled up around his waist and leggings down to his knees. My cock rose and grew hard at the sight. I bit my lip and looked at his lashes splayed against his cheeks, his brow furrowed, his full lips working earnestly, the source of the whispers and gasping pants.

I considered saying something, but words had left me. My hand drifted down to my own cock. With a bitten-off groan that had the note of a grunt of satisfaction in it, he shuddered, lashes flickering. I bit my lip gently. He lay breathing deeply, trying to keep his breath low and soft for a moment. Now I needed to speak with him. I stilled my hand. "Legolas." I said softly, and those dark eyes drifted up to meet mine.

He rose, and would have slipped away, but I halted him. "Legolas." He stood, his tunic shifted back down where it should be, his hands still on the waist of his now pulled-up leggings. He looked at me, eyes dark with lust. I dropped to a breathy whisper. "Come to my bed." I invited, searching his lovely eyes. Unaccountably, he turned away. "No." He slipped away into the dark, and was gone.

I bit my lip hard to stifle the shout of loss, of longing that crept to my throat. Carefully I turned from the window to my bed, and slowly laid myself across it, willing myself not to touch my cock, still hard for him. And as I had not done since my first real rejection, I cried like a lad.

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I didn't see him that morning when I rose and went about my duties. It wasn't until I sat down to eat in the dinner hall that I realized he was avoiding me.

I knew he liked to haunt the woods alongside the garden and in the afternoon slipped quietly out there. I found him brooding, sitting on a rock beside the stream. He did not leave when I made my prescence known, nor even look at me. I smiled to myself at that, and went to sit on the rock beside him. He took no notice, diliberately ignoring me.

"Why not?" I asked him quietly. He fingered the ornate carvings on his bow and ignored me. I looked up at the brilliant blue sky, waiting for him to answer. He seemed intent on his bow and the glittering creek. I sighed, and rose to leave him his peace, despairing that he would answer.

"I belong." He murmured softly, and that was all I was able to hear. I paused. He turned to me. "Haldir." He said softly, then got off the rock and whisked away on long, slim legs. The most I could gather from his very soft muterings was that he belonged to Haldir. Which didn't make any sense. Or did it?

My eyes widened. If he were the one to take the boy in his bed for the first time, then certainly he would make a claim of ownership on the lad, especially since the boy wouldn't know any better than to remain owned. It had happened before. I really needed to have a talk with the lad, but got the feeling it woudn't be easy. Tomorrow then, I'd do something. It was never good to rush.


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I woke to hear the creak of my chamber door open.I lay stil, waiting to see who it was. A heavily sodden Legolas dropped on my bed, still clutching a bottle of wine. I looked at him. He hiccuped.

"Where's your pants?" He asked me. I smiled despite myself. I shrugged. He giggled, inciting another hiccup.
He clambered atop me, and I thought suddenly of just how young he was. And was tempted to put him to bed like I would have my own sons if they were in such a state.

"Mmmm" He began but was interrupted by a hiccup. I chuckled. He was far too drunk for...Then suddenly his hands grew busy and I changed my mind about that. He sat up, kneeling over my belly, and shrugged out of his shirt. I sighed at the lovely sight, and he smirked, playing with his nipples."Stop that." I told him.
"Why?" He asked in return.
"Because I want to do it."

And with that, I tackled him. He squirmed under me, and I nibbled on his ear and neck while my hands stroked his flat chest. "Mmmm" I purred, and gave one nipple a pinch. He squealed, and licked it while squeezing his heavily muscled buttocks. His squeal gave way to a groan, and he rocked his hips against mine. I pulled away.

"Not like this." I said, sitting up, looking down at him. He licked his lips, the moon shining silver on them. "Yes like this." He said in a moment of clarity. I understood. It was the only way he'd let himself do it, and I allowed him that. He sat up under me, and drew me into a scathing kiss. I half growled when we broke free.
Both our hands went to his breeches, to unlace them. He looked up and caught my eyes, then leaned against me to let me do it.

His hands cupped my buttocks and slid over my back and shoulders while I unfastened the laces. Pulling them down, I ran my hands over the smooth skin of his buttocks and ground into his newly bared cock.
"Ahh." He sighed, lips trembling.

He laid back and I fell with him, onto his chest. His hands swept through my hair, and I pushed his back behind his shoulders to suckle a nipple. He ground into my belly and I held his hips ot stop him. He grabbed my face and lifted it to his lips, tickling the roof of my mouth with his tounge. We broke apart to breathe and I pushed his legs up high. He spread them wide.I felt the tender pucker, how hot and dry. I brought two fingers to my mouth and licked them, then caressed the whole outside, my cock burning in eagerness.

I bent and licked the head of his cock, enjoying the droplets found there. He ground into my mouth, and I sat up, and laid my hands on the back of his folded thighs.
He was ready for this, and grunted assent. I pressed gently and felt him close tight and hot around the head. We both graoned, and I pressed deeper, stroking the spot as I pushed past.I pressed all the way in, and leaned forward to meet him trembling lips in a kiss.

"Now, now." he wailed, working his cock furiuosly. I leaned back, then settled, letting my hips do the work. We bucked, throbbed and slid like that for a pricless moment, then he stilled to cum, spurting between us. The jerking and pulsing of his insides did the work for me, and I groaned and leaned heavily on him, sprurting hard and deep. I gasped a few shuddering breaths, then at last breathed deeply.

He moaned in ecstasy and licked his throat as I pulled out. We lay like this a long time, focusing on simply breathing. WhenI was able to, I rolled off him but held him close. He was not so drunk now, the wine's effects wearing off already. I pulled the covers over us, and smiled as I watched him braid our hair together out of the corner of my eye. It was a pleasing contrast, black and gold. I breathed deep of his smell and lay my head on the softest pillow imaginable, his shoulder.