Title: Mating Rites

Author: Morgana morganalebeau@yahoo.com

Website; http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon/
Pairing: Glorfindel / Erestor and Elrond / Legolas
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens when Elrond orders Erestor and Glorfindel to participate in the Elven version of Beltane? Elves gather on this night to find a mate, and when they found that certain somebody, they jump over the fire to seal their love. Glorfindel's hand is seized unexpectedly and he is forced to make that jump. Once his feet are safely back on the ground again, he looks into the face of his new mate and is more than just surprised. What more will this night of magic and passion bring?

Disclaimer: These characters are all Tolkien’s.
Warning: AU, fluff, romance.
Author’s Note: All mistakes are all mine; yeah, I am greedy! And remember; this is AU!

Beta read by Jenn and Aduial! Thanks, sweeties!

Mating Rites

8

“Legolas?” Glorfindel softly knocked on the door to Elrond’s rooms, recalling the Woodland Elf had taken a rather brutal blow to his head last night.

“Glorfindel?” Legolas pushed himself up against the headboard, blinked, and realized he had indeed fallen asleep again after Elrond had left. “Aye, you may enter.”

Glorfindel soundlessly entered the room and smiled broadly, finding Legolas in Elrond’s bed. “I thought I should check on you.”

“Thank you for your concern, but aside from a headache I feel fine.” Legolas gestured for Glorfindel to seat himself on the side of the bed. “How does Erestor fare today? He must have had a shock yesterday, facing Tharbad.”

“Erestor is doing better than I expected,” admitted Glorfindel. “It probably has to do with the fact that I allowed him to fight Tharbad.” He smiled at Legolas. “I am here to thank you for defending Erestor – and Elrond of course – but as my heart belongs to Erestor, I am especially thankful that you watched over him.”

“You would have done the same thing for me had Elrond been the target.” Legolas carefully ran a hand through his tousled hair and winced when his headache doubled.

“You have my eternal gratitude.”

Legolas nodded carefully. “In that case, would you do me a favor?”

“What do you require from me?”

“Would you fetch ink, quill and paper and write a letter which I will dictate? I would write it myself, but I seem to be unable to coordinate my movements properly.” Legolas leaned back in the pillows. “It is a good thing my father does not see me this way. He would lecture me on letting my guard down.”

“But you did not,” said Glorfindel, who returned from fetching the required objects.

“But he would not see it that way. He is a worrywart,” chuckled Legolas, immediately regretting it when the throbbing in his head intensified.

“I am ready,” announced Glorfindel. “Dictate your letter, then.”

Legolas cautiously drew in a deep breath and then told Glorfindel what to write.

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“My Lords!” Out of breath, one of the guards stormed into Elrond’s office, completely forgetting to knock due to his nervousness.

Elrond looked up from the report he was reading and his eyebrow inched higher. “What is it?”

“Tharbad!” stuttered the guard, still trying to catch his breath.

Erestor rose from his chair and glared at the guard. “Do not tell me he escaped!”

“Nay, that is not it,” said the guard, quickly. “But… We found him dead in the holding cell a few minutes ago. He has hanged himself, my Lord.”

Elrond and Erestor exchanged a look, and then the Lord of Imladris said, “Cut him down and give him a proper funeral. Now leave us.”

The guard quickly excused himself and Erestor walked over to Elrond, staring deeply into the gray eyes. “That solves our problem then.”

Elrond shivered. He had seldom heard such a chilling tone in Erestor’s voice. “We should have known that he would end it.”

Erestor placed his hands on Elrond’s desk and leaned in closer. “He took two lives, Elrond. One of them belonged to an Elf who was dear to me. I do not feel any sadness or pity at hearing he took his life. Tharbad made his choices.” Then he turned around and returned to his work.

But Elrond wasn’t so certain Tharbad had made those choices. The Elf had been mentally ill and should have sought out a healer. /But the past is the past./ There was nothing he could do to change it.

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“Any reply from Thranduil yet?” Elrond leaned back until his back rested against Legolas’ chest. They had retreated into the bathroom, into the pool sunken into the floor to be exact. The warm water lapped gently at his skin and Legolas was washing his hair. He purred, feeling content and happy. Warm lips suddenly sought out the skin beneath his ear and the touch was enough to cause his member to twitch in anticipation. It was getting increasingly harder to stick to his principles and not make love with Legolas right there and then.

“None yet, and I must admit that worries me.” Legolas licked the soft skin of Elrond’s throat, amused when the half-Elf reacted with giggling.

“Your father will fight this,” said Elrond once that teasing tongue left him alone again. Turning in the embrace, he wrapped arms and legs around Legolas. Now that they were so close, he clearly felt his lover’s arousal pressed against him. “I can take care of that, if you want me to.” He was about to sneak his fingers around Legolas’ erection when the door was flung open with a loud bang. Shocked, Elrond stared at the golden-haired Elf who now appeared in the doorway. “Thranduil!”

Thranduil glared at the half-Elf and then stared at his youngest son. “Legolas…” he growled the name in a dangerous tone.

“Adar!” Legolas gulped, but refused to let go of Elrond, who was trying to free himself. “Stay,” he told Elrond before looking at his father once more. “You taught me to always knock first, Adar.”

Thranduil’s eyes narrowed. “Leave the pool and dress yourself, Legolas. You are coming home with me.”

“I am not!” Defiantly, Legolas’ eyes met his father’s. Elrond tried to placate, but Legolas shushed the half-Elf. “This is between my father and I. Do not get involved.”

Elrond doubted the wisdom of those words, but had little choice, as Legolas addressed Thranduil again, apparently ignoring him for now. Elrond didn’t know what to think of that.

“You received my letter, then?” Legolas sized Thranduil up, knowing how to read his father’s body language. And yes, Thranduil was angry, but, he was also still in control of his emotions, something he should use to his advantage.

“Aye, I did and I will never concede to this union!” Thranduil stamped hard on the floor with his right foot. “And what are you still doing in that pool? I told you to get out!” He grabbed a towel and flung it at his son. “Cover yourself!”

Legolas soothingly rubbed Elrond’s back. The half-Elf was whispering softly, trying to reason with him.

“Legolas, let me deal with this. And yes, we should leave the pool. I do not feel comfortable discussing this with Thranduil whilst I am naked!” Elrond was desperate to take charge of the situation, but also realized that by doing so he would weaken Legolas’ position and he couldn’t do that. He had to put his trust in Legolas’ ability to handle his father.

Legolas guided Elrond’s head to rest against his shoulder, looking away from Thranduil, making certain the half-Elf didn’t get involved. “Adar, you told me to find a mate, and I did! Why are you cross with me now? Because I choose someone you did not have in mind for me?”

 

Thranduil’s normally handsome features contorted with anger. “He is half-Elven, Legolas! Like Ereinion, he carries part of the blame for my father’s death! How can you allow him into your bed!”

“Actually, I did not bed him yet,” said Legolas, knowing it was essential he threw his father off-balance. “We wanted your blessing first before we truly bonded ourselves. And that was Elrond’s idea,” he continued, seeing Thranduil’s face crumble, “he demanded we would wait, whilst I wanted nothing more than to make love to him! That is how much he respects you, though I wonder why!”

 

Thranduil frowned, deeply. “Legolas, this is folly! Elrond is ancient compared to you! He is wed, for the Valar’s sake!”

“His wife set him free to love again,” replied Legolas, who had more and more difficulty to make certain Elrond didn’t speak his mind. “Hush, beloved, let me deal with him. I know how to change his mind.”

Elrond pulled away from Legolas and stared deeply into the azure eyes. “Legolas, I…”

“Peredhel!” Thranduil took a step closer toward the pool and glared at Elrond. “Did you bewitch my son? Lure him into your bed?”

Elrond’s eyes widened with rage and when he looked at Thranduil, they were burning with anger. “I never did such a thing! I never had to! He loves me!”

Impatiently, Thranduil tapped his foot on the floor. “You must have bewitched him!”

“He did not,” said Legolas in a calm and gentle tone. “He loves me in turn, Adar.”

“You will give him up!” demanded Thranduil.

“I won’t.” Legolas’ voice was calm and controlled. “I want him and I will have him.”

“You are just as stubborn as your mother!” Thranduil turned on his heels and marched toward the doorway. “I will not allow this!”

“Then we will bond without your permission,” stated Legolas, firmly. “Adar, I know you love me. Do you really want to lose me?”

That stopped Thranduil dead in his tracks and he spun around. “Lose you?”

“If you forbid this I will make Imladris my home and you will see little of me.” Legolas finally had pity on Elrond, who was struggling to free himself, and let the half-Elf go.

Elrond immediately left the pool, reached for his morning robe and slipped into it. Walking toward Thranduil, he gathered his courage. “I love Legolas. I do not know how it happened or why, but I do.”

Thranduil’s eyes shot daggers at Elrond’s form. “Of all the Elves you could have, why must it be my son? My youngest?” Thranduil’s gaze shifted from Elrond to Legolas. “Why do you push this dagger into my heart, Legolas? You know how much I loathe him!”

Those words struck Elrond as a physical blow and he staggered. Within seconds, Legolas was at his side to steady him, and the blond wrapped an arm possessively around his waist.

“Adar,” started Legolas, “do you not think it is time to let go of your hatred?”

“Why should I?” Thranduil remained defiant.

“Because I am asking you to. Because it is important to me. I won’t be truly happy if you hate my chosen mate.” Legolas now executed the last stage of his plan. “Adar, do you not want me to be happy?” Pleadingly, he looked at his father, using that expression that had always worked on Thranduil in the past. “Please? You love me, do you not?”

Elrond had a hard time keeping a straight face, seeing how cunningly Legolas manipulated Thranduil. The King never really stood a chance.

“Of course do I want you to be happy, and aye, I love you, but… why Elrond?” Thranduil had finally calmed down and handed Legolas a towel. “Cover yourself up!”

Legolas slung the towel around his slender hips, gave Elrond a wink, and then focused on his father again. “I do not know why Elrond, Adar. Does love need a reason?”

“You sound just like your mother,” sighed Thranduil, who still refused to make eye-contact with Elrond when the half-Elf tried to catch his gaze.

“Then accept this for her sake, Adar.” Legolas knew he was playing dirty, using this against his father. But once Thranduil accepted this union, Elrond and Thranduil could grow close once more and the Woodland King would realize that the half-Elf was the best mate for him. “Please?”

“I will try,” choked out Thranduil. “Excuse me now.” And with that, he fled the bathroom.

“What was that about?” Elrond eyed Legolas questioningly, impressed by the way his younger lover had handled the temperamental Woodland King.

“My mother died when giving birth to me,” explained Legolas, softly. “And my father loved her dearly. As a result, he tried to love me more than my brother, because I had to grow up without a mother. My older brother would tease me with that, saying I was the apple of our father’s eye.”

“I am sorry to hear your mother died,” offered Elrond, honestly, slowly pulling Legolas into his embrace.

“I would have loved to have her there with me, whilst I was growing up.” Sadness shone from his eyes, but then the emotion changed to contentment. “But my father did a good job in raising me, do you not think so?”

“Aye, he did,” replied Elrond, stroking the long, blond hair. “But I must admit I am glad you did not inherit his temper.” To his surprise, Legolas chuckled guiltily.

“Oh, I can throw a tantrum of my own.” Legolas laughed, warmly, and then quickly reassured Elrond, “But never around you.”

Elrond stared at Legolas in puzzlement. “There is still a lot I do not know about you.”

“A lot,” assured Legolas. “And now that we have my father’s permission to bond, I look forward to claiming you.”

Elrond blushed, weakly. “Well, he did not permit our bond exactly. He said he would try.”

“That is my father’s why of saying yes,” said Legolas, wickedly licking his lips. “But I will take pity on you for now. We should dress and welcome my father to Imladris properly.”

“You are right,” conceded Elrond, who had grown painfully erect at the prospect of finally being able to make love to Legolas. “We will work hard to convince your father that we are right for each other.”

Legolas merely smiled and then kissed Elrond passionately, not a doubt on his mind they would succeed in winning Thranduil for them.

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“Thranduil has arrived!” Erestor stormed into his rooms, knowing he would find Glorfindel here. “Elrond ordered a feast to celebrate his arrival.” Erestor halted in his tracks, transfixed by the lovely vision seated at his desk. “What are you doing?” Curious, he advanced on Glorfindel, who for no apparent reason was naked whilst it was only noon.

“Trying to bring a fantasy of mine alive,” purred Glorfindel, pushing back the chair and getting to his feet. “Come here, love.”

Erestor’s mouth turned dry and he swallowed hard, seeing *that* look in Glorfindel’s eyes. Slowly, the dynamics had begun to change, and now it was increasingly Glorfindel who took the initiative where their lovemaking was concerned. “But it is only noon and Elrond expects us to… Oh…” Glorfindel’s strong hands had found a way inside his robes and now stroked the inside of his thighs. The hooded, slightly misted over look in Glorfindel’s deep blue eyes told him that the blond wanted him – wanted him desperately.

“I always wanted to do this,” said Glorfindel, freeing one hand to move some scrolls out of the way until the desk was clear. “Do not bother to undress, my love.”

Overwhelmed, Erestor merely stared at Glorfindel when the blond lifted and then deposited him on the desk. Entranced, he surrendered to the sweet sensation that the blond’s hands released by undoing the lacing of the leggings he wore beneath his robes. The nimble fingers shoved the legging down and then fondled his already erect member. “Glorfindel, I…”

“Hush, say nothing…” Glorfindel silenced his lover by kissing him deeply whilst his hands removed the leggings completely. Releasing Erestor’s lips, he said, “You may choose; do you wish me to bend you over the desk and take you or do you want to see my face when I possess you?”

The words almost made Erestor come that instant and he groaned pitifully. “Whatever you desire…” How could Glorfindel expect him to make such a crucial decision when one finger already probed him, breaching him? “My clothes…”

“Leave them on…” Glorfindel had fantasized about this for days and he wanted to see Erestor move needily, still wearing his formal robes. “What position do you prefer?”

“Please choose… I do not know…” Erestor sucked in his breath, feeling Glorfindel’s strong hands push him down onto his back. He parted his legs invitingly, looking expectantly at the warrior who was now scissoring two fingers inside his passage. It felt good; he felt full and he threw back his head. Still, the penetration itself came unexpected.

Glorfindel had coated his erection secretly and now placed the blunt head of his sex against his lover’s opening. “Oh yes…”

Erestor yelped the moment Glorfindel pushed inside without any additional warning. The warm, pulsing organ felt huge inside him and he dug his fingernails into the wooden desk, absentmindedly wondering what had gotten into Glorfindel.

The blond guided Erestor’s knees to the advisor’s chest so he could see his sex disappear inside the tight passage. The long, gray robes fluttered against his skin, causing quavers of delight to course through him. “I love you, Erestor,” he whispered during that first stroke that made Erestor scream with need.

Erestor felt like his entire body was on fire. Glorfindel had never made love to him in this way before – this forcefully, masterly, simply claiming him. He surrendered to the constant thrusting and his head lolled wildly, trying to keep himself from reaching completion too soon.

Glorfindel placed his hands on Erestor’s waist and moved the dark-haired Elf in tune with his thrust, causing himself to penetrate his lover even deeper, and rubbing that sensitive gland with every stroke. Grunting, he pounded into the warm and already convulsive passage. Erestor had climaxed and he growled, feeling his lover’s inner muscle massage his length. Burying himself with one more thrust, he leaned in closer, kissed Erestor and let go.

Erestor felt like he had just battled a battalion of Orcs and was unable to move. Glorfindel collapsed atop of him and the blond panted hard, trying to thrust again, but his sex had already softened.

Glorfindel eventually pulled out and grinned. “We should do this more often. Maybe in your study?”

Erestor stared at Glorfindel in bewilderment. What had gotten into the blond?

Seeing Erestor’s expression a fist closed around Glorfindel’s heart. “Did I hurt you? Displease you? Oh, Erestor, I am so sorry! I thought that…”

“Be quiet,” said Erestor, still thinking this over. “This is one of your fantasies? Taking me on my desk?”

“Taking you brutally, I might add,” said Glorfindel, giving his lover a wink. He guided Erestor’s legs down onto the floor and massaged the abused limbs. “I thought you would enjoy it. And you did, did you not?” His expression wavered between hopeful and scared.

“I did, and I approve of your fantasies…” Erestor allowed Glorfindel to put him back on his feet again. “Though I will be quite sore for the next few days.”

“Erestor, I won’t do it again if you do not want me to.” Glorfindel shuffled his feet and looked like a lost child.

“You may claim me at any time,” said Erestor, reassuringly, dragging a fingernail down Glorfindel’s throat. “But do not offer me choices. I am quite incapable of deciding when I am at your mercy.”

Glorfindel filed that information away for later. “Oh, Erestor… There is this other fantasy I have, involving you and that red ribbon Elrond gave us on the day of our bonding…”

Erestor’s eyes widened. “We should discuss that one first before I let you tie me to the bed.”

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A week later, Glorfindel and Erestor appeared in the Hall of Fire and stood before Elrond, awaiting the half-Elf’s blessing. Now that they had revealed their love to each other, they wanted to make this bond permanent as quickly as possible.

Most of Elrond’s household had gathered in the Hall, save for the guards that were keeping Imladris safe. Erestor’s gaze traveled from face to face, and lingered momentarily when he caught sight of the twins and Arwen, who were smiling at him.

Glorfindel squeezed Erestor’s hand reassuringly. Their situation was quite different from the last time when Erestor had overwhelmed him by making him jump over the fire. Now, he knew the depth of their love and dedication.

Legolas watched the happy couple, smiling encouragingly. His father stood beside him and appeared composed, but Legolas easily identified the tiny twitch close to his father’s mouth, which betrayed the King’s nervousness. For there was a second ceremony planned today, one Thranduil would perform.

It had taken him a week to wind his father around his little finger and to convince Thranduil to agree to this union. The Woodland King was still reluctant to accept Elrond as part of his family, but for Legolas’ sake he had agreed to bond them. Thranduil knew very well that once Legolas had set his mind on something it was impossible to convince him otherwise. It was best to cooperate, as he didn’t want to lose his youngest son completely to Elrond. This way, Legolas would visit Mirkwood regularly, and even more importantly, would continue to love him like a son should.

Elrond smiled invitingly when Erestor and Glorfindel came to a stop in front of him. In his hand, he carried a pink ribbon, which would shortly bind Erestor’s wrist to Glorfindel’s. “Two moons ago you appeared in front of me and I bonded you for one year. That year has not come to an end and yet you appear in front of me again. Tell me your desire then. Do you wish me to bond you permanently or do you wish to be set free, Glorfindel?” Elrond already knew the answer, but ceremony demanded the blond spoke the words.

“I wish to stay bonded, my Lord.” Glorfindel gave Erestor a brilliant smile. “For always.”

Elrond nodded in agreement. “Are you acceptable to this, Erestor?”

“Aye, I am. It is my greatest desire.” Erestor extended his right hand and Glorfindel did the same. Together, they offered Elrond their limbs.

Elrond placed the pink ribbon around their wrists, momentarily tying their wrists together. “You have found romance and you formed a partnership based on happiness, honor and love. May the Valar always keep you and watch over you.”

Glorfindel didn’t wait for Elrond to say the word, and impulsively claimed Erestor’s lips. “You are mine now – forever.” Glorfindel smiled, seductively, and when Elrond wanted to untie their wrists again, he shook his head. “Please leave it on a little longer.”

Elrond gave the blond a meaningful wink. “Let me guess; you would like to retire to the bedroom and fulfill you marital duties?”

“If I may?” Glorfindel suggestively licked his lips when Erestor’s gaze fastened on him.

“You have my permission,” said Elrond, smiling brightly.

“Put me down!” Erestor yelped, suddenly finding the floor gone from below his feet, Glorfindel lifting him in his arms. “You are not carrying me!”

“Oh, yes, I am!” Glorfindel smiled fondly at Erestor, ignored all forthcoming protest and proceeded to carry the dark-haired Elf to their bedroom for a night full of passionate love.

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 “Adar?” Legolas looked his father in the eye. “Thank you for accepting and allowing this.”

“If anyone is to blame, it is me,” said Thranduil, softly. “I told you to find a mate.”

Legolas smiled, sweetly. “You never specified it had to be a full Elf and not related to Elrond Half-Elven.”

Thranduil huffed. “I should probably be glad you did not choose a Dwarf!”

“Very true,” said Legolas, going along with the teasing. It had been Elrond’s idea to ask Thranduil to bind them, hoping the Woodland King’s bruised pride would be restored by leading the ceremony.

And now – finally – the day had come when Thranduil would perform that ceremony and bind their souls for eternity.

Elrond gestured for Legolas and Thranduil to join him and studied the King’s face for a long time. Thranduil and he had been friends once – good friends – but that had been before Oropher had died. Their relationship had been strained since then and maybe Legolas could bridge the distance between them, causing the rulers and their realms to grow close once more. Elrond fervently hoped so.

Standing in front of Thranduil with Legolas at his side, he waited for the Woodland King to start the ceremony.

Thranduil thoughtfully uncovered the white ribbon he had selected earlier and looked Elrond in the eye, his gaze carrying a silent and unspoken warning. /If you ever hurt him, I will hurt you back./

Elrond swallowed hard. /I will never hurt him./

Legolas wondered about the stares Elrond and Thranduil were giving each other, but decided to stay silent. Now that he had his father where he wanted him, he had to play nice or Thranduil might reconsider.

“Elrond, I give to you my youngest son, the last gift my late wife gave me. I entrust him to you.” Thranduil gestured for Elrond to extend his right arm and he wrapped the ribbon around the half-Elf’s wrist. “Legolas, you had better be happy with him. You fought for your love and I cannot stand in your way. Your mother would not have wanted me to.” Legolas extended his right arm as well, and Thranduil bound his son’s wrist to Elrond’s. “May the Valar bless this union and keep you safe from harm.”

Elrond’s eyes softened, seeing Thranduil actually wipe away a tear that had leaked from his eyes. “Why did you choose white, my friend?”

Thranduil looked at him, sharply, at hearing those last two words. They were far from being friends. “I chose white because I hope for peace for our realms. That you will devote yourself to your love and be always sincere in your feelings for each other.”

“Thank you, Adar,” said Legolas, loosely embracing his father. “Please sit at my side during the feast tonight?” Seeing Thranduil nod brightened his smile further and he heard Elrond invite his children to join them as well. He still remembered the surprise on the twins’ and Arwen’s face when they had learned of their father’s new love. Fortunately, they had accepted and welcomed this development.

Suddenly Elrond’s lips came down on his, kissing him arduously. The cheers and applause that erupted around him brought an even more brilliant smile to Legolas’ face. Moving closer to Elrond, he whispered into the half-Elf’s ear, “I will endure this eve, knowing that tonight you will be mine. We *will* make love tonight, Elrond.” The half-Elf’s eyes filled with lust and desire and Legolas had his answer. Aye, they *would* make love tonight. And he was more than curious to find out who would end up on top.

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“At last! I thought we would never make it back to your rooms!” Legolas eased Elrond down onto the bed, devouring the half-Elf with his eyes alone. “I want you.”

Elrond stared into large, blue eyes with dilated pupils and felt Legolas’ fingers undo the lacing of his robes, which where then brushed aside, revealing his naked body to his lover’s eager eyes. “You are overdressed.”

“Let me remedy that then.” Legolas needed only a few seconds to shed his own robes, dropping them onto the floor. “Lift your hips,” he said, and once Elrond complied, moved the half-Elf carefully embroidered robes away from beneath him. “I want you so much.” Determinedly, he worked one knee between Elrond’s legs, forcing them apart.

Elrond saw the lustful need in Legolas’ eyes and realized the fair Elf intended to claim him fully. Which would be a first. When he had been with Erestor, it had been the other way around. Erestor had always welcomed him, had always allowed him to claim him. “Legolas…” But the blond claimed his lips and kept him from talking. Legolas’ hands were everywhere, caressing and soothing him and unexpectedly an oiled finger probed the entrance to his body. Briefly, he struggled free and wide-eyed, he stared at the younger Elf. “I have never…”

Legolas stilled his movement, surprised. “I thought you had been with Erestor…”

“But never in this way! I always took him!” Elrond blushed, and almost considered moving away from Legolas, but he was painfully erect and craved release.

Legolas temporarily sat back, thinking this over. “I would never hurt you.”

“I know that,” said Elrond, embarrassed to have stopped Legolas in the heat of their love play. “I thought you should know.”

“Take me first, then,” suggested Legolas, returning to his lover to rub his lower body against him, clearly expressing his need and demonstrating his hardness.

Elrond understood; Legolas was determined to take him eventually. As was his lover’s right. “I will take you first then.” Reversing their roles, he rolled Legolas beneath him, grabbed his lover’s wrist, which still had the white ribbon wrapped around it, and held it in place above the blond’s head. “I have waited as long as you have to finally taste you.” Releasing Legolas’ wrist, he moved down his lover’s body, parted Legolas’ long and muscular legs and settled down between the strong thighs. Slipping one hand beneath his lover’s buttocks, he told Legolas to arch his back.

Legolas complied and his eyes closed in bliss when a moist and silken tongue lapped at his entrance. Rocking back and forth to encourage Elrond, he savored feeling his lover’s tongue dip inside, preparing him.

Elrond guided Legolas’ legs on top of his shoulders and reached for the phial of oil, which he had placed on the night stand earlier. After removing the stopper, he coated one finger with the wet substance. Sliding one finger inside, he opened the younger Elf up to him. His lips now found his lover’s hard flesh and he eagerly took in Legolas’ erection, swallowing as much as he could.

Legolas thought he was losing his mind as the dual sensation ripped through him. Almost sobbing his need, he begged Elrond not to torment him any longer. “Please, before I come…”

Elrond eased the long, now trembling legs back onto the bed, pushed a pillow beneath Legolas’ hips and positioned himself at the opening to his lover’s body. “Look at me,” he demanded, seeing Legolas’ eyes had closed.

The blue eyes fluttered open and hungrily fastened on Elrond. “Take me… Please, take me.” He was begging needily and moved his hips, trying to force Elrond to finally breach him.

Grinning wickedly, Elrond caressed his lover’s flat abdomen, moving his hand closer to the angry, red flesh of Legolas’ erection and then he squeezed brutally at the base.

“Aiya!” Legolas arched his back and stared at Elrond in bitter need. “Please… please!” He needed to feel Elrond inside him! Needed to find release! But when Elrond shoved into his narrow passage, his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets and he thrust back, eager to feel Elrond buried inside him completely. Elrond stilled then, making him whimper pitifully. “Move! Move!”

“Oh no…” Elrond bowed down and suckled one of Legolas’ hard nipples, maintaining the crushing hold on his lover’s sex. “I do not want you to come yet.” He waited until Legolas’ eyes fastened on him in shock and only then thrust carefully for that first time, properly claiming his lover.

Tears of need spilled from Legolas’ eyes, crushed by the slow pace Elrond was setting. The thrusts were deep and oh so slow, and every time that he approached orgasm, Elrond would pull him back from the edge by squeezing at the base of his member. It wasn’t long before he was rocking, mindlessly, beneath the half-Elf.

Seeing the surrender and need in Legolas’ eyes, Elrond moved toward orgasm, slowly claiming his lover in a persistent rhythm. But then the pressure overwhelmed him and his pace quickened and became possessive, taking his lover as deep and completely as he could. He howled, finally finding release and threw back his head, screaming Legolas’ name.

Legolas shook with need, feeling his insides fill with the half-Elf’s warm seed and he raged, being denied his own release, as Elrond’s fingers were wrapped tightly at the base of his throbbing flesh.

Panting hard, Elrond looked Legolas in the eyes. He had used him hard and doubtlessly the fair Elf would be sore in the morning, but then again, who knew what Legolas had in mind when claiming him? The hot flesh twitched angrily in his hand, but he didn’t release his lover’s erection just yet, making sure Legolas remained hard for the second round of their lovemaking. Pulling out gently, Elrond could actually feel the balance between them shift.

Legolas, frustrated at being denied release, brought his arms up behind Elrond’s back and grabbed him hard. Now that Elrond had pulled out, he manhandled the half-Elf until his lover was on his hands and knees in front of him. Finally, the vice-like grip on his shaft was released and the slit released more pre-ejaculate, preparing for the penetration that would follow shortly. “That was most wicked of you. Let me repay you.”

Elrond shivered in anticipation at hearing those words and parted his legs further, giving Legolas easier access. Although fear fluttered in his stomach, he trusted his lover to prepare him properly. After all, he had admitted to Legolas that the fair Elf was the first to possess him in that way.

Coating his fingers with the oil, Legolas placed one digit at his lover’s opening, massaging the protective ring of muscle. “Oh, I will ride you hard, Elrond Half-Elven, husband-mine.” Parting the lovely buttocks, he dipped one finger inside and groaned, realizing just how tight his lover was. Adding more oil, he returned with two fingers, carefully moving them inside the narrow passage.

Elrond was panting once more and clawed the sheets, feeling the pressure inside him intensify because Legolas had added a third finger. Surprised, he felt himself grow hard again and he began to rock back, meeting Legolas who mimicked a thrusting motion with his fingers.

“Are you ready, beloved?” Legolas now positioned himself behind Elrond and breached the half-Elf, fully aware that he was the first to do this to the Elf-Lord.

“Aye… I… am….Ah!” Elrond bit his bottom lip the moment Legolas staked his claim. Already used up most of his energy when making love to the younger Elf, he collapsed and went down with Legolas following suit, atop of him.

“Oh, I like this,” murmured Legolas, seductively, stretching atop of his lover. Moving sensually, he thrust into the virgin passage, claiming Elrond like the Elf-Lord had claimed him earlier. But he couldn’t penetrate Elrond that deeply in this position and he placed his arms to each side of the half-Elf, gaining more momentum to strengthen his thrusts and it wasn’t long before he set a pounding pace, which would doubtlessly leave Elrond as sore as his lover had left him.

Elrond closed his eyes and surrendered. There was little else he could do whilst Legolas possessed him so thoroughly and he moved toward orgasm again. Sparks seemed to light each time Legolas brushed a sensitive spot inside him and he rocked back, encouraging Legolas to bring them to the edge and further. He gasped at the sensation of Legolas grabbing a fistful of his hair and riding him hard. His body seemed to explode and more warm cream shot from the slit, exhausting him further.

Legolas collapsed once more on top of Elrond, buried deeply, and he finally let go. Finding release inside the Elf-Lord’s body, he growled possessively and bit Elrond’s shoulder, marking him.

Elrond, who had to carry Legolas’ weight as well, whimpered softly. His lover reacted sluggishly, but Legolas did pull out and roll off of him. Using his last strength he managed to look at Legolas, who now snuggled up against him. “Le…”

“Don’t… Too… tired…” Legolas buried Elrond in a possessive hug and pulled him close, nuzzling the half-Elf’s skin. “Sleep…”

Elrond closed his eyes in exhaustion, hurting in places he had never hurt before, but at the same time, he felt complete.

Legolas gently kissed Elrond’s lips and then chuckled, smugly. /I always get what I want. And in this case, I wanted you. You are mine now, Elrond… Mine!/ And something told him that Elrond didn’t mind one bit!

The End

June 2004