Alagos Oraearon (Storm over the Ocean)

Ant Aglareb (Glorious Gift)

Part One

"Ai, Valar, it is hot today," complained Elrond, throwing off his robe in irritation and hastily binding his long dark locks into a loose tail.

He stepped through the open arch onto the veranda and squinted against the glare, hand lifting to shade his eyes as he turned to the centre of his private courtyard. There a fountain spilled into a marble basin, its liquid tendrils dazzling white, its tuneless melody a restful, lazy undertone to the strident whirring of cicadas nestled high in the boughs of the surrounding trees. The air was still and heavy, permeated with moisture and tension as though a storm was in the offing, yet no clouds barricaded the land from the brilliance of the summer sun.

Anor blazed, the light stark and searing so that few chose to go abroad without a hastily created brimmed hat or parasol. Heat like this was uncommon in Imladris, for its Lord held mastery over the seasons, maintaining his realm in a perpetual springtime. Yet lately, the citizens of the Hidden Vale had been wont to bemoan the weather as Arda's natural changes came to bear upon their sheltered world.

Not that Lord Elrond cared to hear their protests, for it was he who had decided a taste of summer's fire would be an enlightening experience. It was for him, at any rate, and so the people would just have to acclimate themselves to the increase in temperature.

He paused a few steps from the fountain, smiling at the sight before him, for there was the reason he chose to permit Anor free reign in his valley. An elf leaned there upon the polished marble rim, head bowed, golden hair hanging around his face so that his features were hidden. Not that his features, though truly exquisite, were likely to be of interest at the moment. Naked and bound with his hands behind him, on his knees bent over the white basin, his position revealed a rather more erotic set of attributes. Elrond hurried to the kneeling form, undoing his pants in haste, drawing forth his aroused penis, stroking it to spread the slick secretion over the sensitive head. He groaned, smoothing his free hand over the tight round arse displayed before him, and the captive elf jerked in surprise, a sharp gasp leaving him as his head came up to peer over his shoulder.

"Ah! Legolas, you ought not to play in the fountain thus, nor is the basin made for bathing," he chuckled, slipping his hand lower and dipping his fingers into the slippery, hot cavity just behind the scrotum. He pushed in deep and the elf responded, spreading himself wider. "Yet, I doubt a desire to be cleansed prompted your behaviour. What a tempting invitation you present! Shall I indulge your fancy or leave you thus, perhaps to learn who it was who bound you and watch whatever plans they had unfold?"

He didn't wait for Legolas to utter any words either of protest or encouragement. The noble Lord mounted him, thrusting hard to sheath himself fully, unleashing a long, low moan of exultant mastery. His mate bit back a cry and braced as best he could for the coming onslaught and Elrond smiled, glorying in the power he held over this magnificent creature. He took hold of the narrow hips and adjusted Legolas' position, watching as the archer's fingers curled together and knotted in a rigid tangle. Slowly Elrond retreated, drawing his cock out nearly to the very tip, thrilling to see the dark maroon flesh revealed, wet with the sweet fluids of the sylvan's body. Then, just as slowly, he re-entered, pressing in until he could go no further and his heavy balls were flush against the quivering flesh beneath him. With that he began to fuck in earnest, though the pace was not frenzied or wildly impassioned. It would take some little while to reach that point, for Elrond was a potent, virile male and took his time, enjoying the act as much as, if not more, than its culminating release.

He groaned as Legolas squirmed, shifting to enhance the sensation and help the massive organ reach his inner core. Elrond smirked, seeing this, and retreated completely from the enveloping warmth, positioning himself higher and inserting his cock through the tight red ring of the anus. He could not hold back a loud cry of delight for the friction was unbelievably stimulating. Now he increased his pace, for the taut muscles gripped him as the archer's body alternately strove to expel him and draw him deeper. Soon he was pounding into the rigid frame, claiming his mate with all the force and might his loins could muster, bringing himself right to the brink of orgasm and then retreating again. Panting for breath in his excitement, he spread the parted cheeks and leaned down to peer at the double openings, laughing lightly as he blew over them and saw the archer jolt in response.

"Shall I go back in?" he teased, letting his tongue just faintly delve the red folds of the second cavity. Now he paused, for he would hear the elf answer.

"Aye, Hîren," came the wavering, muffled reply and Elrond smiled.

"Which hole shall I spill in first?" he crooned, standing again and dragging the head of his cock across both but penetrating neither. Then he pushed just the tip into the anus again, moaning in pleasure. "This one is so tight, it pleases me well," he whispered, the words husky with his rising passion. Out came the penis and back into the second hole it went, far enough to be felt but not nearly deep enough to give pleasure. "But this one is so slick and soft, wrapping around my flesh almost like your tongue does when you suck me off. Ah! Now that is bliss. Mayhap I should spill down your throat, hmmm?"

"Whatever you desire, Hîren," answered Legolas, his ragged respiration giving the words a desperate quality, "it is my pleasure to receive you. Fill me, Hîren, wherever you will."

"So it should be," agreed Elrond, boring deeper into the compliant form. He pumped in and out several times, noting the subtle signs that he was striking the sylvan's sweet spot unerringly and laughed: a rumbling, sex-charged sound that came closer to a feral growl than any other vocalisation the Elven Lord could produce. He continued until he sensed Legolas tensing for release and once more withdrew. At last this wrung a plaintive cry from his mate as Legolas slumped, limp and gasping, over the rim. His golden hair trailed in the water and the curling ribbons of the fountain's liquid tendrils spattered over his shoulders and down his back.

"Eager today," chortled Elrond, again probing the second hole with his fingers, reaching for the small swell and stroking the hidden gland. Legolas at once inhaled a sharp breath and pushed into the pressure. "Anything in there will do," mused Elrond, "a plain wooden stick, a mithril candle holder, the leg of a chair. You just love to be fucked and it doesn't matter in the least what the object inserted inside you is."

There was a soft little note of denial and the slightest shake of the head in negation from the bound Elf.

"You still maintain it is not so, yet we have proved the premise." The notion gave him an idea and he removed his fingers as he rose. "Very well, we can put it to the test once more, if you require it." He returned to the study and his desk where he rummaged about in a the drawers, searching for something large enough to shove into Legolas' hot little vagina, something unusual that he hadn't shoved in there before, and was interrupted by a discreet cough outside the door. The Elven Lord smiled.

"Come in, Erestor, you're just in time to assist me in a little experiment."

The seneschal entered, took one look at his kinsman, erect cock poking out from the gaping breeches, so wet it fairly glistened, and a huge grin broke free upon his features.

"Does this experiment involve The Sylvan?" asked Erestor, though he was sure it did. His eyes flickered around the room, seeking the lissom elf. Just when he was about to ask, a loud oath sounded from outside and Legolas careened through the archway, naked and aroused, trying to regain his balance and failing. He tumbled to the floor at Erestor's feet as Glorfindel strode into the room.

The Balrog Slayer took one look at Elrond and exploded in another round of crude expletives. "Whatever games you choose to play are none of my affair, but leaving That Wood Elf out in the gardens, like that for all to see is inexcusable!" he thundered, pointing at Legolas and inadvertently aiming his forefinger right at the archer's rigid cock.

Erestor and Elrond laughed at his prudishness.

"You are always welcome to partake of the 'games', Glorfindel," said Elrond. "I've offered you free access to Legolas. Have him at will, my friend, and cease this unnecessary agitation. Look at him! He is hot and ripe and willing and loves to be fucked."

"Fuck him, Glorfindel," urged Erestor, for he had never seen the Balrog-slayer in action and greatly desired to do so. "He likes it rough; you need not restrain yourself."

"You two are sick!" bellowed Glorfindel. "This is unclean lust and unfitting to the Lords of Imladris! I will have that sorcerer thrown out of the realm that you may be freed of his lecherous spell and return to your former selves." He reached to take hold of Legolas again and found Elrond barring his way, the rigid cock jutting out so that he had to jump back to avoid touching it.

"You will do nothing of the kind," Elrond said coldly. "Legolas is bound to me, mine to do with as I please. If you cannot accept that, resign your service to me and leave Imladris."

"I will, then, for this has reached a level of depravity I never imagined possible," said Glorfindel. He spared a last cutting glare at the sylvan and departed through the arch.

"That was unpleasant," complained Erestor, crouching down and fondling Legolas' erection, noting that the organ was restrained at the base with a tightly fitted mithril ring. "He does not seem to like you, though I cannot imagine why." He smiled as The Sylvan shivered under his touch, the glint of revulsion and fear lighting his eyes thrilling to behold. Erestor pulled on the hard shaft as he bent low to claim a kiss, which Legolas fought to avoid, refusing entry to his mouth even as his hips bucked into the compelling grasp.

"Stop teasing him," said Elrond, yanking his cousin away. He raised a warning brow at Legolas as the sylvan rolled to his side and spat, hoping to get the revolting taste of the seneschal from his mouth. "Stop that, Legolas, or I'll make you take him orally."

That threat was sufficient to send a shudder coursing through the archer's body and Erestor laughed to see it.

"I don't know why he prefers you and the twins to me," he complained. "No one else has ever so fully rejected my attentions."

"You are not bonded to him," consoled Elrond. "He cannot help or control his reaction to you any more than he can to us." He took hold of Legolas' arm and hoisted him upright, leading him back outside. "Come along, Erestor, you may have him now since you've been deprived so long." He patted Legolas' rear when the sylvan turned pleading eyes upon him. "Besides, I've been fucking him for a bit and I've a notion to have him suck me while you take you pleasure as you will."

"Ai! I was going to enjoy that very position," griped Erestor, hastening to unfasten his garments.

"Nay, I promised him I would not make him do that again," said Elrond. "There are some things he cannot endure and the taste of your cock is one of them. Other than that, you may do as you please." He settled Legolas on the edge of a chaise and then pushed him onto his side. Taking one of the long, lean limbs he raised it high, exposing both openings for his kinsman. "What is your pleasure, Erestor? He likes best the second hole, for therein he feels great pleasure, but the first is tighter than anything I've every put my cock in before."

"I want him to have pleasure of me," said Erestor, not because he was considerate but because he was cruel. Legolas despised him and to be brought to erotic ecstasy by the seneschal's cock shamed and disgusted him. This was Legolas' punishment for rejecting his Lord's cousin.

"Nay, saes Hîren don't let him fuck me there. I will swallow him whole instead if …" The pleading speech was cut short when Elrond slapped the sylvan across the cheek.

"Do not defy me," he thundered. "Whatsoever I command, that is what you will do. To my will you must submit fully, understand?" He did not wait for an answer, pulling the leg he still held out even further to enhance his cousin's penetration. "Take him," he said.

Erestor did not need to be told twice. At once he sheathed his eager cock into the wet heat and began pumping, letting Elrond hold The Sylvan still so that he could find the right spot. He knew he'd found it when the elf whimpered and struggled, trying to get free. Again Elrond struck him and then turned Legolas over, still impaled on Erestor's cock, pulling the leg sideways so that everything was open to the seneschal.

"His nipples are very sensitive and he loves to have them suckled. See if you can reach one, cousin."

"Oh, yes!" sighed the seneschal, delighted to try. He lunged forward, burying his cock to the hilt, and latched onto one of the hard pink buds. He felt Legolas arch beneath him and rolled his tongue across the aroused flesh, thrusting with greater fervour. He pulled up on the sweet meat between his lips, letting go with a sloppy wet smack and promptly lapped at its twin. Again the pliant body rose to meet his feasting mouth and Erestor felt the cock pressed into his belly twitch. He grinned, biting down on the nipple before releasing it and from that point forward he alternated between them, timing his licks and bites and noisy suckling to the exacting penetration of his penis. Legolas was straining into every thrust now, and Erestor felt his own climax approaching. He stopped playing and braced himself upon the arms of the chair, driving into the archer's body faster and harder.

Erestor exploded, a loud shout heralding his spurt of seed as he pumped it deep into the confines of his captive. Panting with the effort and exhilarated by the act, he pulled out and flopped into a nearby chair, grinning like a cat before cream.

"Ah, that is surely the best way to start the day, cousin," he managed through his laboured breaths, watching as Elrond teased the sylvan's nipples, tugging and twirling the ripe red flesh between his fingers. "Yet it would have been sweeter to feel his seed coat my belly. Why do you deny him what most he wants?"

"You are wrong. He does not want to feel pleasure of your cock, no matter that his body craves one, and it would be more than he can bear to experience an orgasm with yours pounding into him," corrected Elrond. He leaned over and gently kissed each nipple, drawing them into his mouth briefly, and then pressed his lips against Legolas' creased eyelids, for he had them sealed shut rather than watch Erestor's ecstasy. "You have done well," Elrond whispered in his ear. "Be not concerned; I will bring you to the heights of pleasure before the twins come for you."

Erestor sighed, the sound both wistful and deeply satisfaction, as he cleaned his hand of the pungent residue of his release. Of course, he was alone, his erotic daydream only that, but what a sweet phantasm! This very scene he had witnessed only a day before, barring his own involvement, and he could not banish the fantasy from his mind. Only thus would he experience such delight, for Elrond was a jealous lover and would never share his sylvan mate, not willingly. To the twins he had no choice but to yield over the Wood Elf, but as to others he would spill blood before permitting anyone to take what was his. A brisk rap at the door spurred the seneschal from his languid pose draped across the window seat; he barely had time to make himself decent before the Lord of the Vale barged in.

A smug grin suffused Elrond's face as he realised what his kinsman had just been doing. "No partner?" he teased. "That is unlike you, though you have been without a lover for some time now. How long has it been?"

"It has not been so long," snapped the disgruntled advisor. "I weary of these pampered folk of Rivendell and I have not been so fortunate to have a tantalisingly erotic young warrior drop into my lap."

"Legolas did not 'drop into my lap'. It was my choice to save him from Orcs," replied Elrond. "Besides, he is not so easy to handle as you imagine, nor is sharing him with my sons the ideal means of securing a mate."

"Aye, keeping your lover constantly drugged must be rather daunting to the ego," snickered Erestor. "That was quite a nasty wound he gave you the last time you weaned him of the potion. Required stitching, did it not?"

Now it was Elrond who frowned darkly, one brow arching in silent warning, for his cousin had pressed on a very sensitive area indeed. "I keep him drugged to prevent him killing himself and this you know. The injury was accidental; he was trying to slit his own throat and I intervened."

"Aye. Forgive me; I know you care about him," Erestor said contritely, studying his cousin closely. It was not hard to understand why Elrond had become enamoured of The Sylvan; everyone knew about the strange magic surrounding these primitive folk of the woods. Indeed, it was something of an embarrassment to the realm for all three of the Lords to be ensnared in the unsavoury bond, taking turns with the lowly archer from Mirkwood. The scandal was so great that Glorfindel truly had departed, finally reaching his limit upon walking in on a particularly brutal session of sex and sanction.

"I do," nodded Elrond. "It is my hope to cure him and cease the medication entirely. I am convinced he can yet be a productive citizen and adapt to life in Imladris."

"As the bound catamite to its Lord and his twin sons?" Erestor remarked in incredulous mockery, a swift shake of the head underscoring the absurdity of such a notion. "Cousin, you will never achieve that goal. Wood Elves are proud and this one obviously despises the hand fate has dealt him. It is plain enough: he would rather be dead than continue as your personal sex slave. The twins he must despise even more. You know of what they do, how they treat him."

Then Elrond turned away, moving to look through the open windows to the courtyard. There Legolas sat upon the green grass beside the fountain, legs folded beneath him, rocking slightly to and fro, a tuneless humming arising from his throat. He was dressed in loose sleeping clothes of thin white cotton, barefoot, golden hair unbound about his shoulders. He gazed unseeing across the sward, or perhaps watched scenes of his homeland as he drifted in perpetual Ólpathu. His hands rested quietly in his lap, the long fingers wrapped around the grip of an unstrung bow. Elrond had given him the weapon to hold as a means to keep the busy hands from pulling out the flax-coloured hair. It was the bow he'd brought from Mirkwood and seemed to give him some comfort.

Erestor was probably right. If any part of the sylvan warrior's mind was active, it must be consumed with hatred for him and his sons more so. Indeed, they were cruel and Elrond had mimicked their sadistic games more than once, finding he could not endure the idea of them enjoying his mate, punishing Legolas for it. After the fact, remorse always surrounded his heart, for he knew Legolas could not control what his nature ordained, nor could his sons resist when within range of the erotic aphrodisiac of the scent of Legolas aroused.

"They will be here by nightfall," he said flatly and then turned. "I know you watch them and find pleasure in what they do to him. Most likely, they are aware and appreciate having you for an audience. Beware, lest you become ensnared, too."

Erestor met the cool grey eyes honestly. "It is too late; I am bewitched." He stood and took a step toward Elrond, bright hope blooming in his face. "Grant me access to him, Elrond, that I may appease this hunger. He will neither know nor care and I will be…"

"No."

Silence filled the space between them as Elrond worked to quench the sudden blaze of fury the seneschal's proposition generated. Finally he sighed and turned back to the window, hands clasped behind his back, and Erestor joined him. Together they simply watched Legolas for a time, both smiling as a sparrow alighted on the woodland elf's shoulder and stole a strand of the yellow mane for its nest.

"Will you not end this infernal summer weather?" Erestor demanded at last. "We've been subjected to the heat for over a month now."

"Nay, for Legolas is sensitive to the cold still."

"It is Ethuil, Elrond. It is always Ethuil in Imladris. If he has experienced cold then it is something to do with his condition, not the weather."

"So now you will advise me in healing?" Elrond quipped. "Of course it is something internal, but I cannot identify the cause and will not have him shivering in misery. I cannot cease drugging him, the most likely cause, for fear he'll attempt suicide again. The heat stays for this temperature is comfortable for him, as you see."

To this Erestor could produce no argument, for Legolas was certainly content, or gave the appearance of that state. The seneschal had seen the shivering for himself and watched as the Wood Elf helped himself to layer after layer of Elrond's clothes, attempting to get warm. He sighed and shrugged, offering a whimsical smile as Legolas stood and stretched tall, shucking off his shirt as he did. He bent and slid down the pants, too, stepping out of them as he strolled away across the grounds, heading for a small stand of elm trees near the brook. Elrond was after him like a shot and Erestor was both surprised and disappointed that the Elven Lord didn't take his sylvan lover on the spot. The couple soon disappeared amid the trees and Erestor waited a discreet amount of time before following.


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