Wild Wine
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,409
Reviews:
5
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0
Currently Reading:
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Wild Wine
Title: Wild Wine 1/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Legolas/Galion
Summary: Legolas decides to act on his lifelong crush on his father’s butler, but something in Galion’s past has made him close off his heart to love. Legolas is determined to find out what had happened, and make Galion love again.
*Disclaimer: Elves and Middle Earth are the property of the Tolkien estate. This is done purely for fun, not money,
A/N: This is an unusual pairing, but TICS mentioned Galion in one of the Elves Gone Wild stories and I couldn’t get this one out of my mind. Hey, new pairings can be refreshing sometimes =)
Wild Wine
Legolas swirled the dark wine in his goblet after every sip. He did not want too finish too soon, for he knew that when the wine was gone Galion would insist it was time for him to return to work. The laughter and merry singing that echoed from upstairs were enough to brighten any heart, but nothing compared to the shining smile and glittering eyes of the Elf who sat in front of Legolas.
‘How long has this crush continued?’ Legolas mused. Ah, yes. Ever since he ever since he was no longer and Elfling and began to desire the touch of another. It was then that the sight of his good old friend and butler began to warm something more than his heart. The flame of this desire would sporadically diminish during his short flings with other Elves, but it would always ever flicker, and each time it would come back brighter than before. The prince gazed at the blazing torch light. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach now, burning.
“Well, there is much work to do if all of theses casks are to be ready to be sent back tonight” said Galion, standing from his stool, “and I must get to it before the others come.” Legolas’ heart sank.
“How about just one more?” Legolas flashed the butler what he knew to be his most inveigling smile.
“I musn’t…”
“I will tell them I kept you preoccupied. They will understand.”
Galion laughed, a light, cheerful laugh that lit up the prince’s heart more than the chirping of a songbird. “Prince Legolas, it would lay too heavily on my conscience if I were to let the others do all the work while I drank with you. As much as I would enjoy that.”
“We will help them,” said Legolas, motioning for the butler to take a seat.
The prince felt a fluttering in his stomach as he watched Galion pour the ruby liquid into their goblets. It was time he became more open with his feelings, else he would spend the rest of eternity tearing the poor butler away from his work for a few more minutes of Galion’s company. Yet, he knew not how to begin. He did not even know whether Galion had a lover, despite their many conversations.
“There’s so much I would wish to know about you,” Legolas said, not realizing he had spoken out loud.
Galion raised his brows, lips curving into a smile. “Is there anything you don’t know, my prince?”
“I know not who you share your heart—your bed—with.”
In his surprise at the boldness of the questions, Galion spilled some wine onto the dark wood of the table. He rushed for a rag, which Legolas took from him. “Let me help you,” he said and began to wipe up the spilled wine.
“No one,” Galion said at last, as Legolas wrung out the cloth.
“Never?” Legolas asked, shocked.
Galion shook his head.
“For as long as I have been alive? Do you not get lonely.”
The butler sighed, appearing somewhat agitated. “Old Elves like me do not concern themselves with love,” he said bitterly.
Legolas shook his head at the nonsense. “Nay. It may be different than when one is young, but every person needs someone to come home to.”
Galion shrugged, took an enormous gulp of wine. It pained the prince to see Galion’s bright smile replaced by a frown, his laughter replaced by a sour tone. He moved his chair to sit next to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. “Though I have experienced loss, it was not of the romantic sort and I cannot speak from experience; but I think that even though the death of your lover must have been extremely difficult, you must overcome...”
“Death?!” Galion scoffed, interrupting the prince. “Who ever said anything about him dying?”
Legolas’ shoulders dropped. He wished he knew more about Galion’s sorrowful past, but the subject had always been off-limits. He had always thought Galion’s lover had been killed, but if that was not the case, what could have happened? Was the heartbreaking end of a relationship enough reason for an Elf to remain alone for over a thousand years? He glanced at the butler’s hand. “Did he give you that?” He nodded at the ring Galion always wore with the white stone turned down as if to hide it from the world.
Galion nodded and moved to pour himself more wine, but Legolas stopped him. The prince took his friend’s hand, entwining their fingers. “Could you love again?” he asked, the fingers of his other hand combing through silky, brown hair.
“No,” Galion said, tersely, as he stood. He began the work of stacking the empty casks, but Legolas stopped him, pinning him to the wall.
“Why not?” Legolas’ eyes darkened with intensity as he studied the butler’s face, and Galion started to turn away from the gaze when Legolas’ lips caught his. It was a one-sided kiss to begin with, until the prince’s tongue finally forced Galion’s lips to part. A delicious warmth spread trough Legolas’ entire body as his tongue probed the butler’s mouth, savoring the mixed taste of Galion and wine. Soon he could feel a hand on the back of his head, another on his back. He moved to taste the silky skin of Galion’s neck, gently nibbling and licking and breathing hot breath.
Galion moaned, but continued to protest. “Nay Legolas, I cannot love you.” Still, his hand on the back of Legolas’ golden head kept the prince firmly against his neck. It was the sound of laughter and voices that finally made the butler let go, and Legolas step back.
“Forgive me,” said Legolas to the Elves who entered shortly. “It seems I have kept the butler from his work. I will stay, now, and help.”
“Nay, your highness,” said one of the Elves. “Go and enjoy the feast, we will make quick work of it.” All the others agreed, but Legolas insisted on staying.
Legolas stole many glances of Galion as they prepared the barrels to be rolled off into the water, but the butler avoided his gaze. He wanted to have a word with Galion when the work was done, to apologize for his rash actions; but Galion excused him self hurriedly before the others left, leaving the prince staring after him. Legolas began to wonder what would come of this night, if he would gain a lover, or lose a friend.
Tbc….
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
List: http://www.groups.yahoo.com/group/tolkiens_naughty_elves
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Legolas/Galion
Summary: Legolas decides to act on his lifelong crush on his father’s butler, but something in Galion’s past has made him close off his heart to love. Legolas is determined to find out what had happened, and make Galion love again.
*Disclaimer: Elves and Middle Earth are the property of the Tolkien estate. This is done purely for fun, not money,
A/N: This is an unusual pairing, but TICS mentioned Galion in one of the Elves Gone Wild stories and I couldn’t get this one out of my mind. Hey, new pairings can be refreshing sometimes =)
Wild Wine
Legolas swirled the dark wine in his goblet after every sip. He did not want too finish too soon, for he knew that when the wine was gone Galion would insist it was time for him to return to work. The laughter and merry singing that echoed from upstairs were enough to brighten any heart, but nothing compared to the shining smile and glittering eyes of the Elf who sat in front of Legolas.
‘How long has this crush continued?’ Legolas mused. Ah, yes. Ever since he ever since he was no longer and Elfling and began to desire the touch of another. It was then that the sight of his good old friend and butler began to warm something more than his heart. The flame of this desire would sporadically diminish during his short flings with other Elves, but it would always ever flicker, and each time it would come back brighter than before. The prince gazed at the blazing torch light. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach now, burning.
“Well, there is much work to do if all of theses casks are to be ready to be sent back tonight” said Galion, standing from his stool, “and I must get to it before the others come.” Legolas’ heart sank.
“How about just one more?” Legolas flashed the butler what he knew to be his most inveigling smile.
“I musn’t…”
“I will tell them I kept you preoccupied. They will understand.”
Galion laughed, a light, cheerful laugh that lit up the prince’s heart more than the chirping of a songbird. “Prince Legolas, it would lay too heavily on my conscience if I were to let the others do all the work while I drank with you. As much as I would enjoy that.”
“We will help them,” said Legolas, motioning for the butler to take a seat.
The prince felt a fluttering in his stomach as he watched Galion pour the ruby liquid into their goblets. It was time he became more open with his feelings, else he would spend the rest of eternity tearing the poor butler away from his work for a few more minutes of Galion’s company. Yet, he knew not how to begin. He did not even know whether Galion had a lover, despite their many conversations.
“There’s so much I would wish to know about you,” Legolas said, not realizing he had spoken out loud.
Galion raised his brows, lips curving into a smile. “Is there anything you don’t know, my prince?”
“I know not who you share your heart—your bed—with.”
In his surprise at the boldness of the questions, Galion spilled some wine onto the dark wood of the table. He rushed for a rag, which Legolas took from him. “Let me help you,” he said and began to wipe up the spilled wine.
“No one,” Galion said at last, as Legolas wrung out the cloth.
“Never?” Legolas asked, shocked.
Galion shook his head.
“For as long as I have been alive? Do you not get lonely.”
The butler sighed, appearing somewhat agitated. “Old Elves like me do not concern themselves with love,” he said bitterly.
Legolas shook his head at the nonsense. “Nay. It may be different than when one is young, but every person needs someone to come home to.”
Galion shrugged, took an enormous gulp of wine. It pained the prince to see Galion’s bright smile replaced by a frown, his laughter replaced by a sour tone. He moved his chair to sit next to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder. “Though I have experienced loss, it was not of the romantic sort and I cannot speak from experience; but I think that even though the death of your lover must have been extremely difficult, you must overcome...”
“Death?!” Galion scoffed, interrupting the prince. “Who ever said anything about him dying?”
Legolas’ shoulders dropped. He wished he knew more about Galion’s sorrowful past, but the subject had always been off-limits. He had always thought Galion’s lover had been killed, but if that was not the case, what could have happened? Was the heartbreaking end of a relationship enough reason for an Elf to remain alone for over a thousand years? He glanced at the butler’s hand. “Did he give you that?” He nodded at the ring Galion always wore with the white stone turned down as if to hide it from the world.
Galion nodded and moved to pour himself more wine, but Legolas stopped him. The prince took his friend’s hand, entwining their fingers. “Could you love again?” he asked, the fingers of his other hand combing through silky, brown hair.
“No,” Galion said, tersely, as he stood. He began the work of stacking the empty casks, but Legolas stopped him, pinning him to the wall.
“Why not?” Legolas’ eyes darkened with intensity as he studied the butler’s face, and Galion started to turn away from the gaze when Legolas’ lips caught his. It was a one-sided kiss to begin with, until the prince’s tongue finally forced Galion’s lips to part. A delicious warmth spread trough Legolas’ entire body as his tongue probed the butler’s mouth, savoring the mixed taste of Galion and wine. Soon he could feel a hand on the back of his head, another on his back. He moved to taste the silky skin of Galion’s neck, gently nibbling and licking and breathing hot breath.
Galion moaned, but continued to protest. “Nay Legolas, I cannot love you.” Still, his hand on the back of Legolas’ golden head kept the prince firmly against his neck. It was the sound of laughter and voices that finally made the butler let go, and Legolas step back.
“Forgive me,” said Legolas to the Elves who entered shortly. “It seems I have kept the butler from his work. I will stay, now, and help.”
“Nay, your highness,” said one of the Elves. “Go and enjoy the feast, we will make quick work of it.” All the others agreed, but Legolas insisted on staying.
Legolas stole many glances of Galion as they prepared the barrels to be rolled off into the water, but the butler avoided his gaze. He wanted to have a word with Galion when the work was done, to apologize for his rash actions; but Galion excused him self hurriedly before the others left, leaving the prince staring after him. Legolas began to wonder what would come of this night, if he would gain a lover, or lose a friend.
Tbc….