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Two Hearts
Title: Two Hearts
Author: Big Smirk bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone in LOM
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
Feedback: Yesss, we wants it, we wants it!
Two Hearts
Chapter One - The Request
Aragorn and Arwen’s wedding had been a day of such beauty that it danced in the hearts and minds for many years afterwards of all those present except for Legolas. Every thought of Aragorn was like an arrow against which the Elf’s heart had no shield. Try as he might to deflect the thoughts from his mind, each one struck him mercilessly, breaking his heart anew.
Aragorn’s words before announcing his intention to wed the Evenstar tormented him over and over again: “If I had two hearts I would give one to each of you.”
But Aragorn did not have two hearts, and he had made his choice. Even worse for Legolas was the final exchange between them: “Legolas, I know my choice hurts you greatly. If your pain is so great that you would give up your life, I shall not wed Arwen. I could not bear to lose you from this world.”
It had taken all of Legolas’ composure to give the only answer he could. “Your happiness means everything to me. You have my word; I shall not leave.”
It was the answer that set his friend free with love and left the Elf imprisoned by it.
---Falling Nights---
Legolas fled into the forest immediately after the ceremony. He had only participated in the event that formally entombed his heart into an endless night for the sake of his loved ones.
The distraught Elf felt that love had slipped away from him as the sun left the forest to the empty darkness of moonless nights. He had thought to head for one of the secluded woodland places that had brought him comfort in the past, but he never made it. Tendrils of despair wrapped themselves around his heart and limbs, dragging him down. He sat down heavily on the hard ground, sobs breaking out of the chest in which they had been restrained since Aragorn’s decision. Feeling eternally alone, he cried through the night.
All the next day Legolas wandered in tear-blurred aimlessness. As night fell again, his grief brought him to his knees. Raising his head to the dark sky, he let out a single, woeful howl. Pure misery echoed out into the night, witnessed only by a cold, silent moon. With not even the will to keep his balance, he fell back onto the damp earth and lay there, eyes staring blankly upward, until the morning added light but no warmth to yet another day.
---The Gray---
Eventually the tears ran out, bled from him like his emotions. Gray numbness seeped into the void of his soul. The promise to live required that he again walk among his people. Several days after the wedding, what was left of Legolas silently reappeared.
It did not take long for the other Elves to realize the depth of Legolas’ pain. His emotional absence disturbed them. They noticed the once bright eyes that were now dimmed with hopelessness. It was as if a bright light had been extinguished in their community. Unaware of the promise that bound him to the world of the living, someone had followed him in the early years in case he gave up and tried to leave for the Halls of Waiting. After a while they stopped following as they knew he would not leave, yet they did not understand how such a broken-hearted Elf could still live. Legolas continued to bare the weight of the promise, but it was not life that he possessed anymore. Although he still walked among the Elves, it was as if he were a ghost.
Legolas’ mind drifted in a gray, shapeless world with no landmarks to show him a way out. Words and touches of comfort from the others were offered, but he had not the will to grasp any of them. As the years passed, he no longer believed there was anything beyond the gray anyway.
--- Aragorn’s Court – The Early Years---
Eldarion, son of Aragorn and Arwen, radiated joy into the lives of all those he met. From his earliest days his hunger for knowledge and experience set him apart from his peers. He loved to spend the evenings listening to the stories Aragorn told about the people and places he knew. Above all, he loved to hear of the perilous journey to rid Middle Earth of Sauron’s evil ring. He could hear the love in his father’s voice for the companions he had risked his life with.
One of the fellowship members in particular had captured the young Prince’s attention – Legolas, the Elf who had accompanied them. Eldarion always begged his father to describe how the Elf looked and moved. During archery practice, Eldarion always wished Legolas were there to teach him. Eventually the talented Prince had mastered all that Aragorn and Arwen could teach him about archery.
Eldarion was blessed with the early physical maturity of humans and the early mental maturity of the Elves, and, as Eldarion grew into his manhood, a new dimension crept into his thoughts about Legolas. He started to wonder what it would feel like to make love to him. What touches did Legolas like? he wondered. Eldarion had explored his own anatomy as much as he knew how, but his body was half human and half Elf. He was unsure which of the delights he found excited him were because of his human or his Elven anatomy. Perhaps most of them would bring pleasure to both human and Elf, but what if they did not! He worried that his inexperience might prevent him from being able to give pleasure to Legolas, should the Elf allow him someday.
Despite his uncertainty about his own love making ability, he held no such worry about Legolas’. Surely an Elf of such years would be skilled in more than archery. He felt sure that such a kind spirited Elf would be gentle in his art of love, too. He fantasized how the long, delicate fingers would someday trace Elven patterns of love over his body, inflaming him. Those fingers would work their way over him until they found his aching penis. Once there, they would wrap themselves around his shaft, stroking until they brought forth his essence. He imagined looking into blue eyes as Legolas thrust into him, expressing his love and receiving Eldarion’s in return, the gaze unwavering as the Elf rocked him to another inevitable release. As he lay in his bed at night, stroking himself, it was always the Elf’s name on his lips as he climaxed.
---The Request---
Elrond had suffered the hollow remains of Legolas among the Elves for the twenty years that had passed since the wedding. He had hoped that time would heal his dear friend, but it was clear that Legolas had become lost. Elrond’s attempts to reach him had all failed. As the new spring leaves decorated the forests again with the renewed beauty that Legolas would not notice, events brought a new chance to bring life back to his friend, and the troubled lord decided to take it.
Legolas was summoned to Elrond’s chambers. Waiting for the silent ghost to sit down, Elrond looked compassionately into the dull gray eyes as he spoke. “Rain must fall in the forest, and so must it sometimes fall in the hearts of Elves.”
Legolas sat unresponsive. He felt that his heart had long ago been washed away by the rain.
Expecting as much, Elrond continued, “There is a task for which you are best suited.”
Legolas looked up passively at the dark-haired Lord, awaiting the instructions. Elrond remembered the times when such an opening statement would have been met with an eager sparkle and keen willingness before the request was even uttered. He looked at the empty eyes of the blank face now turned in his direction.
“Aragorn asks that you go to his court. He seeks a skilled archery teacher for his son, Eldarion…”
The blank face suddenly contorted into a shock of pain and anguish.
“Nay! Do not ask this of me!” Legolas protested desperately, his voice begging with the horror of one about to be thrown to his death.
The raw display of the Elf’s pain was even more unbearable than his usual empty silence, but Elrond forced himself to continue.
“Our characters grow from both the sun and the rain, to deny either one is to deny yourself,” Elrond offered calmly.
Legolas opened neither his heart nor his mind to Elrond’s words. Looking at the floor he said in a monotone, “Only rain awaits me there.”
The two Elves sat in silence, one in hope, the other in agony. Elrond waited for what little still remained of his friend to respond.
After a long time, Legolas whispered obediently, “If you request this of me…then I shall go.”
Elrond had hoped that his friend would go willingly, but he was left with no choice. “I request it.”
TBC
Author: Big Smirk bigsmirk4u@yahoo.com
Beta: Mel A & Meredith
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Legolas/Eldarion (Aragorn & Arwen’s son)
Archive: Library of Moria & adult-fanfiction.org
Comments: General plot comes from the challenge posted by Lady Osolone in LOM
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tolkien
Feedback: Yesss, we wants it, we wants it!
Two Hearts
Chapter One - The Request
Aragorn and Arwen’s wedding had been a day of such beauty that it danced in the hearts and minds for many years afterwards of all those present except for Legolas. Every thought of Aragorn was like an arrow against which the Elf’s heart had no shield. Try as he might to deflect the thoughts from his mind, each one struck him mercilessly, breaking his heart anew.
Aragorn’s words before announcing his intention to wed the Evenstar tormented him over and over again: “If I had two hearts I would give one to each of you.”
But Aragorn did not have two hearts, and he had made his choice. Even worse for Legolas was the final exchange between them: “Legolas, I know my choice hurts you greatly. If your pain is so great that you would give up your life, I shall not wed Arwen. I could not bear to lose you from this world.”
It had taken all of Legolas’ composure to give the only answer he could. “Your happiness means everything to me. You have my word; I shall not leave.”
It was the answer that set his friend free with love and left the Elf imprisoned by it.
---Falling Nights---
Legolas fled into the forest immediately after the ceremony. He had only participated in the event that formally entombed his heart into an endless night for the sake of his loved ones.
The distraught Elf felt that love had slipped away from him as the sun left the forest to the empty darkness of moonless nights. He had thought to head for one of the secluded woodland places that had brought him comfort in the past, but he never made it. Tendrils of despair wrapped themselves around his heart and limbs, dragging him down. He sat down heavily on the hard ground, sobs breaking out of the chest in which they had been restrained since Aragorn’s decision. Feeling eternally alone, he cried through the night.
All the next day Legolas wandered in tear-blurred aimlessness. As night fell again, his grief brought him to his knees. Raising his head to the dark sky, he let out a single, woeful howl. Pure misery echoed out into the night, witnessed only by a cold, silent moon. With not even the will to keep his balance, he fell back onto the damp earth and lay there, eyes staring blankly upward, until the morning added light but no warmth to yet another day.
---The Gray---
Eventually the tears ran out, bled from him like his emotions. Gray numbness seeped into the void of his soul. The promise to live required that he again walk among his people. Several days after the wedding, what was left of Legolas silently reappeared.
It did not take long for the other Elves to realize the depth of Legolas’ pain. His emotional absence disturbed them. They noticed the once bright eyes that were now dimmed with hopelessness. It was as if a bright light had been extinguished in their community. Unaware of the promise that bound him to the world of the living, someone had followed him in the early years in case he gave up and tried to leave for the Halls of Waiting. After a while they stopped following as they knew he would not leave, yet they did not understand how such a broken-hearted Elf could still live. Legolas continued to bare the weight of the promise, but it was not life that he possessed anymore. Although he still walked among the Elves, it was as if he were a ghost.
Legolas’ mind drifted in a gray, shapeless world with no landmarks to show him a way out. Words and touches of comfort from the others were offered, but he had not the will to grasp any of them. As the years passed, he no longer believed there was anything beyond the gray anyway.
--- Aragorn’s Court – The Early Years---
Eldarion, son of Aragorn and Arwen, radiated joy into the lives of all those he met. From his earliest days his hunger for knowledge and experience set him apart from his peers. He loved to spend the evenings listening to the stories Aragorn told about the people and places he knew. Above all, he loved to hear of the perilous journey to rid Middle Earth of Sauron’s evil ring. He could hear the love in his father’s voice for the companions he had risked his life with.
One of the fellowship members in particular had captured the young Prince’s attention – Legolas, the Elf who had accompanied them. Eldarion always begged his father to describe how the Elf looked and moved. During archery practice, Eldarion always wished Legolas were there to teach him. Eventually the talented Prince had mastered all that Aragorn and Arwen could teach him about archery.
Eldarion was blessed with the early physical maturity of humans and the early mental maturity of the Elves, and, as Eldarion grew into his manhood, a new dimension crept into his thoughts about Legolas. He started to wonder what it would feel like to make love to him. What touches did Legolas like? he wondered. Eldarion had explored his own anatomy as much as he knew how, but his body was half human and half Elf. He was unsure which of the delights he found excited him were because of his human or his Elven anatomy. Perhaps most of them would bring pleasure to both human and Elf, but what if they did not! He worried that his inexperience might prevent him from being able to give pleasure to Legolas, should the Elf allow him someday.
Despite his uncertainty about his own love making ability, he held no such worry about Legolas’. Surely an Elf of such years would be skilled in more than archery. He felt sure that such a kind spirited Elf would be gentle in his art of love, too. He fantasized how the long, delicate fingers would someday trace Elven patterns of love over his body, inflaming him. Those fingers would work their way over him until they found his aching penis. Once there, they would wrap themselves around his shaft, stroking until they brought forth his essence. He imagined looking into blue eyes as Legolas thrust into him, expressing his love and receiving Eldarion’s in return, the gaze unwavering as the Elf rocked him to another inevitable release. As he lay in his bed at night, stroking himself, it was always the Elf’s name on his lips as he climaxed.
---The Request---
Elrond had suffered the hollow remains of Legolas among the Elves for the twenty years that had passed since the wedding. He had hoped that time would heal his dear friend, but it was clear that Legolas had become lost. Elrond’s attempts to reach him had all failed. As the new spring leaves decorated the forests again with the renewed beauty that Legolas would not notice, events brought a new chance to bring life back to his friend, and the troubled lord decided to take it.
Legolas was summoned to Elrond’s chambers. Waiting for the silent ghost to sit down, Elrond looked compassionately into the dull gray eyes as he spoke. “Rain must fall in the forest, and so must it sometimes fall in the hearts of Elves.”
Legolas sat unresponsive. He felt that his heart had long ago been washed away by the rain.
Expecting as much, Elrond continued, “There is a task for which you are best suited.”
Legolas looked up passively at the dark-haired Lord, awaiting the instructions. Elrond remembered the times when such an opening statement would have been met with an eager sparkle and keen willingness before the request was even uttered. He looked at the empty eyes of the blank face now turned in his direction.
“Aragorn asks that you go to his court. He seeks a skilled archery teacher for his son, Eldarion…”
The blank face suddenly contorted into a shock of pain and anguish.
“Nay! Do not ask this of me!” Legolas protested desperately, his voice begging with the horror of one about to be thrown to his death.
The raw display of the Elf’s pain was even more unbearable than his usual empty silence, but Elrond forced himself to continue.
“Our characters grow from both the sun and the rain, to deny either one is to deny yourself,” Elrond offered calmly.
Legolas opened neither his heart nor his mind to Elrond’s words. Looking at the floor he said in a monotone, “Only rain awaits me there.”
The two Elves sat in silence, one in hope, the other in agony. Elrond waited for what little still remained of his friend to respond.
After a long time, Legolas whispered obediently, “If you request this of me…then I shall go.”
Elrond had hoped that his friend would go willingly, but he was left with no choice. “I request it.”
TBC