Author: Deathangelgw
Author email: deathangelgw@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tolkien, not me.
Though I wouldn’t mind them! ~_^
Warnings: AU, slight OOC, sap, angst, dark, lemon/lime,
slash.
Pairings: Elrond/Legolas, hinted Erestor/Glorfindel,
Elladan/Haldir, and Elrohir/Rumil
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A time to explore finds new things for a certain
Mirkwood prince
Notes: And double time! Woot! Thanks for the reviews and to
MA thanks for the beta! Love ya! Enjoy! Feedback is much loved and appreciated!
‘thoughts’
A brisk wind blew around Minas Tirith as twilight began to
settle on its pale walls, tingeing them in a gentle pink as the sun set behind
the now calm mountains. Legolas wrapped his arms around his waist a bit more as
he gazed out over the plains, eyes always searching now for the one whom he
loved. After all the sorrow, the death, and the battling, it was over. Sauron
had been defeated by a mere Halfling, his Ring destroyed, which sent his spirit
to nothingness. The dark forces were scattered now, to be hunted over the next
years as they dwindle in power.
Aragorn was to be crowned in a week's time, his coming into
his reign grand and inspiring as the Age of Men began to lead now as the Age of
the Elder passed into legend and myth. With the destruction of Sauron, peace was
now a true possibility, and not just a dream. Even now, work was being done in
bringing Minas Tirith back into its glory as Aragorn worked alongside Faramir to
bring it to a reality.
'So much has happened…and in the end, all will fade away.
Even we Elves,' Legolas thought sadly as he sighed softly, thinking on what was
now to happen. Bound by his oath to Aragorn, he knew he was going to stay. Not
only that though, he had come to realize that he did not wish to leave Middle
Earth yet. There was much to see and he wished to see it. He also wished to give
his people some place to live until they decided to go West, which was his own
feelings as well.
But his heart ached at the thought of telling his beloved
these things. He did not wish to see the sorrow that would surely come when he
spoke with Elrond of his choice, knowing that they would be parted. He knew in
his heart that Elrond was not long for these shores, his yearning for the White
Shores almost overwhelming Legolas himself at times when they were deeply
connected in anticipation of their reunion. He had a feeling that since the
battle at the Fords of Gilraen, he had felt the longing for the sea thrumming
inside of him. It was not as strong as when he would touch his love's soul, but
it was still ever present, reminding him of what would indeed separate them for
that time.
Shaking his head on such thoughts, Legolas refocused on his
vigilant watch for his beloved's coming. Elladan and Elrohir had departed a week
prior, not even two days after the final battle, to meet up with their family
and loved ones and the remainder of their people. Legolas already knew that his
family and people would not be attending the coronation of Elessar, but he still
longed to see them. He had heard that many of his people had left for the
Havens, so he hoped to see them someday.
For now, he focused on the strengthening bond between
himself and Elrond as his love grew ever closer to the white city. He kept
watch on the monolith that towered above the city to the west, searching for the
signs of their imminent arrival. His thoughts and heart were focused on that, so
in the end he didn't even hear anyone join him.
"What do your Elf eyes see, Legolas?" Aragorn's amused
tones broke through the Elf prince's thoughts, startling him. He looked over at
the Man and smiled as Aragorn grinned at him. "Longing to see your beloved?" he
asked teasingly.
"As much as you are I am sure," Legolas replied blithely.
He smirked as Aragorn chuckled before they both turned back to watching the west
for the arrival of their loved ones.
"Legolas…what will you tell Elrond of your decision?"
Aragorn asked after a bit of silence fell between them.
Stiffening before sighing, Legolas' eyes grew sad. "I do
not know. A part of me wishes to spare him and not tell him. But much of me
knows that I should tell him…and bear through the pain I will cause him," he
murmured quietly as he hugged himself tighter, ducking his head. He looked over
as Aragorn placed a hand on his shoulder and he gazed into the sympathetic grey
eyes of his friend.
"Do what you must, meldiren. But do it in truth and in the
faith that the Valar will lead you down the right path," Aragorn stated quietly
as he smiled gently. (my dear friend)
"I pray so, Aragorn…I pray so," Legolas whispered softly as
he smiled sadly before looking out once more over the Pelennor Fields. He
stiffened suddenly and stepped forward, focusing intently as he gripped the
tower walls.
"Legolas? What is it?" Aragorn asked eagerly as he too
stepped forward and strained to see in the distance as the darkness of night
fell over the land.
"I see…banners! Aye! It is them! They will be here in the
morn!" Legolas cried joyfully as tears came to his eyes. Aragorn laughed and
left swiftly to inform the servants to prepare for guests in the morn, leaving
the Wood Elf standing at the ridge, keeping watch over the party that was slowly
approaching.
By dawn, all in the city could hear the joyful sounds of
horns blowing and the calls of the tower guard as they spotted the procession of
regal Elves that came from over the mountains. At the head of the procession was
Arwen, flanked by Elrond and her brothers and followed immediately by Celeborn
and Galadriel. They came into the city to great fanfare as the mortals of the
city welcomed them or watched them in awe, having never seen such ethereal
creatures until only recently.
They were met in the center by Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli,
Faramir, and Eowyn as well as all of the palace people. Legolas could tell that
his friend was nearly bouncing with nerves, but then his own nerves were no
better as he focused on the one Elf he had longed to see for quite some time. He
was equally watched as Elrond locked his gaze on him and kept it there until the
procession came to a halt before the waiting group. Then and only then did he
tear his hungry gaze from the one he most longed for.
"Hail to the victorious King. Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
heir of Isildur and rightful ruler of Gondor! The Eldar welcome you and praise
you for your victory and your ascension onto your rightful throne!" Elrond
declared in a powerful voice as he smiled down at Aragorn. Cheers rose up around
them from the people as Aragorn bowed his head in respect. Flower petals began
floating down from the windows as children and women threw out flowers in
celebration amidst the cheering. The Elves dismounted and their horses were led
away to be cared for and their bags to be taken to various rooms that awaited
them.
Stepping forward with his companions, Aragorn saluted his
family and the other Elves with a bow and a fist to the heart. "You bring great
joy to me in seeing you all safe and sound," he said softly, smiling at them.
"And you bring peace, ionen," Elrond replied quietly as he
smiled before coming forward and kissing Aragorn's forehead in blessing. "Take
care of her," he whispered softly, heard only by Aragorn and Legolas. (my son)
"I will…Ada," Aragorn replied just as softly, tears in his
eyes as he smiled joyfully at his foster father. Elrond smiled sadly back before
turning slightly to the side and holding a hand out to his daughter. Arwen
stepped forward and took his hand, smiling tremulously as she gazed only at
Aragorn as she was brought forward. Her hand was placed within Aragorn's hand
and she smiled in joy, tears rolling down her face as she held tightly to his
hand. He returned the smile before drawing her close and kissing her
passionately, earning cheers and laughter from around him as he held her to him.
Stepping back as he smiled tenderly, Elrond stopped as a
hand rested on his lower back. Looking up slowly, his watery gaze locked upon
the sky blue ones of his love and he felt his own need to kiss Legolas rise up
before he tamped it down. Men would not understand such things, so decorum was
necessary. Even still, his heart thudded as he saw his desire reflected within
the darkening blue gaze and knew that the night would not come fast enough.
Legolas felt the same way and was far more impatient than
his lover. He went over to Aragorn as he was congratulated by his foster
brothers and murmured softly to him, stilling his friend. Aragorn smirked at him
as he tilted an eyebrow, and then nodded before calling, "My Lords and Ladies of
the Elves. I welcome you with great joy and please follow the people behind me
to your rooms so that you may rest after your long journey."
At this, mayhem almost ensued as the servants rushed
forward to lead the various Elves to their guest lodgings, but it was an
organized mayhem. Legolas turned and smoothly went over to his lover, smiling in
triumph as he locked eyes with his love before gesturing towards one of the more
secretive passageways away. Elrond smirked back as he bowed his head before
following the younger Elf out of the controlled chaos and up the stairs towards
the main part of the palace. They walked along in silence for a few minutes
until they came to a relatively empty corridor. There, Legolas pulled his lover
into a side cove, pushed him roughly against the wall, and proceeded to plunder
the soft mouth that parted willingly for him.
Groaning softly as he ran his hands down Legolas' back to
cup the firm buttocks, Elrond returned the ardent kiss eagerly, tangling his
tongue with its mate as they rocked against each other in need. He gasped
faintly as Legolas ran his tongue over to his ear where it began playing havoc
on the sensitive area before his lover's whispers broke through the haze of
desire that was threatening to drown him. "My love…I need you so much it hurts,"
Legolas whispered huskily as he ran his hands all over his beloved's taut body.
"Legolas!" Elrond gasped out before moaning as his lips
were taken once more in a heated kiss, his thoughts scattered by the surge of
need that threatened to drown him. They shifted over and Elrond pinned his
princeling to the wall, hands above the blond head, before he began lapping at
the tender neck. Legolas moaned and writhed as he tossed his head, his hips
bucking for more contact as his leggings were unlaced. He bit his lip on a cry
as a firm hand caressed his pulsing flesh, sending fire crashing through him at
the longed for touch. He was summarily released before his leggings were pushed
down even more and strong hands gripped his hips, pulling him up. He didn't
muffle the cry that escaped his kiss bruised lips as he clung to his beloved as
hard flesh pressed slowly into him, breaching and filling him while his lips
were plundered anew.
Elrond couldn't slow himself as he took his love, knowing
it was without preparation and through desperate need, but Legolas didn't stop
him in the slightest. Indeed, his writhing increased as they began moving
together, his face buried in Elrond's shoulder as he pleaded for more, their
joining hot and fierce with frenzied need. The Peredhel buried his own face in
Legolas' neck as he began moving harder, gripping the rippling buttocks as the
slender legs came up to rest on his shoulders, a sign in and of itself of his
mate's flexibility and desire. They kissed again, as brutal as their joining as
Elrond pounded into Legolas. Finally, their climax crashed over them, wringing
cries of pure bliss from their kiss bitten lips before they slid to the ground
in pleasured shudders.
Panting softly as he held tightly to Elrond, Legolas
struggled to rein in his reeling mind as he came down from the fiery pleasure
they had just experienced. He moaned as he was kissed softly, tilting his head
into the gentle caress that was bestowed on his cheek before he looked dazedly
up at his lover, smiling. "This is going to be a very long night," he purred out
huskily.
Laughing quietly, Elrond stole another kiss before he
murmured, "I do not think we will be missed much for tonight." He grinned as
Legolas laughed softly before they slowly moved to stand. He rubbed his lover's
lower back as he saw the wince, but relaxed as Legolas grinned up at him
reassuringly before leading the way to the rooms that had been assigned to
Legolas. They moved immediately to the bathing area, cleaning each other and
making love twice before moving then to the bed, where they stayed the entire
night, save for when dinner was brought to them.
After making love several times, they drifted off into
reverie. But as Legolas held Elrond close, he felt his heart waver. He would
tell Elrond soon…and pray that their love could withstand the parting and
heartbreak that would most definitely follow.
TBC
