Note: Only the unknown characters are mine! Takes place a millennia after 'Little Stranger'. Celebrian already went West, and Arwen is currently living at Lothlorien, just for the record. Rated R for assault, violence, and implied rape! E/L Lemon warning! Elvish speech is in ' '.
When Eyes Meet Eyes
Part 1
Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, and Elrond Half-Elven rode towards Mirkwood slowly. The terrain was easy enough to gallop over, but the small group from Rivendell were not looking forward to this. At long last and after much suffering, Elrond had managed to get on speaking terms with Thranduil, though it had not been easy.
The best cloth, wine, jewels, and trinkets were sent from the Elven lord to the King of Mirkwood as a peace offering. Thranduil had greedily accepted, which had made it possible for the two older Elves to speak with one another. Though Elrond still privately loathed Thranduil.
Legolas had not been seen again by the Elven lord and that worried Elrond terribly. He could not help remembering what he had seen being done to Legolas in Galadriel's mirror. One so fair and beautiful should not go through something that terrible.
The trees of Mirkwood was tall and in their prime. Green-colored leaves were everywhere, and stood out amongst the dark bark of the oak and maple trees. The taller rowan trees shrouded the soft, green grass from getting too much sun, as the sun winked through the trees. Sweet-smelling flowers were everywhere, giving off a remarkable fragrance, which was pleasing to all travelers.
As the four Elves rode along, they saw a solitary Elf walking along. The Elf wore a long, brown robe with a hood, which covered his face and clothes, as he walked briskly, carrying four large buckets of water, two in each thin, pale hand.
Elrond was intrigued at the Elf, and urged his mount to catch up to the silent figure who did not look up. The two were side-by-side for a few moments. 'Slow going?' Elrond questioned, to break the silence.
The Elf shook his head, and tensed as Glorfindel, Elrohir, and Elladan caught up.
Elrond asked, 'Can you not speak?'
Again, a shaking of his head was the answer.
Glorfindel said, frowning, 'You should show more respect to the Lord of Rivendell.'
The figure froze and said neutrally, 'I am not allowed to speak to visitors, particularly Elven lords. I am but a servant and unworthy of doing so.' The Elf's voice was young, male, and sounded… emotionless. 'My king would not be pleased to see me speaking with you.' The figure started walking again, and hoisted the buckets onto his shoulders.
The four Elves from Rivendell exchanged a look, and Elrond hid a sigh. He did want to talk to the young one, to see if he knew anything of Legolas, but he did not want to get the servant in trouble.
The group of five Elves stayed together, until they came to a crossroad. One path led towards the kingdom, and the other to the servants' quarters. The walking Elf turned down the road to his quarters, leaving the group behind.
Elrond watched him go, before shaking his head. He turned back to the others, and the four remaining Elves began to gallop, wanting to reach Mirkwood and get this over with. Now that they were in sight, they could not tarry along.
Legolas carefully set three of the buckets down in the kitchen for the cook. The fourth he added soap to, and he shed his brown cloak, hanging it where all of the servants hung their clothes.
He wore only a frayed, tattered pair of leggings, which had once been blue but now were gray. Dirt was smudged on his face and in his hair, but it merely added to his natural beauty. He was very beautiful to behold, for he looked as though he were made of spun glass, slender and pale. Blond hair hung below his shoulders, long and tangled. His bare chest and body were deceptively thin, but he was much stronger than he looked. And he had firm muscles in his body from all of the chores that he was given. No shoes were on his feet, as he easily lifted the bucket of soapy water and grabbed some cloths.
It was time for him to clean the floor of the main hallway, which Legolas had avoided doing for a while. But he could put it off no longer, and hoped that Kirin, Sellen, and Gyre were off hunting now. As well as Thranduil. Legolas never called Thranduil 'father'. In the first place, it was forbidden, and in the second, he did not care if his father was the king. It did not stop him from hurting his youngest child, after all.
So Legolas cleaned his feet and dried them, so that he would not leave any muddy
footprints on the floor. The bucket he carried quite easily to the light-blue floor in the main hallway, where white stairs trailed down to the floor in a spiral. He left a spot for the visitors to walk through without slipping on the water. At least the Lord of Rivendell had spoken to him without anger, malice- or worse, lust- in his voice.
Legolas knelt on the floor and began scrubbing it, hearing the sounds of the approaching horses. He returned his attention to the task at hand, and continued scrubbing hard, as he slowly worked his way over to the wall. He was so focused on what he was doing, that he did not hear his oldest brother enter the room, and approach him slowly. Light now shone in the room, and Legolas wiped his brow. This was a hot day, after all, and he hoped that he could finish this quickly. A rough hand caught his arm, and a second grabbed his other arm.
Legolas was brutally yanked to his feet and shoved towards the wall. His bare back slammed into it, partly knocking the wind out of him. He did not dare to protest, as the hands held him against the wall, and he was savagely kissed against his will.
Legolas knew better than to try to fight. He'd tried fighting back, when he was younger, and he'd been severely beaten for it. So he just remained against the wall, as the coarse hands traveled down to his leggings and began unfastening them.
Elrond and Glorfindel happened to enter at that moment, and saw the two by the wall.
A single hand entered into his leggings, and Legolas felt like he would die of shame, as he saw the older two visitors enter. 'No,' he whispered, and he was backhanded against the wall hard.
Elrond gasped, as his dark eyes met the blue-grey eyes of the smaller, blond Elf. 'Legolas?' he asked.
Glorfindel stiffened and stood just behind his Elven lord. He gazed intently at the pretty, slender figure who was pressed up against the wall- and from the look on his face- against his will.
Legolas was surprised that the dark-haired Elf knew his name. He nodded once, and was slapped across his face hard.
'You know that you have to submit to me,' Gyre hissed. He fixed the leggings, and grabbed Legolas' wrist, yanking him towards his room.
Legolas averted his gaze from Elrond, as he was being dragged out of the room. If he didn't comply with what Gyre told him to do, Thranduil would…
Elrond snapped, 'Let him go! What are you doing to him?'
Gyre looked at the Elven lord and froze. 'He's my consort.'
Those were fighting words, in Elrond's opinion. 'Your youngest brother is your consort?' Elrond asked, in a deceptively soft voice, which told Glorfindel how upset his Elven lord was.
'Father gave him to me,' Gyre retorted. 'And he is pleasant to look at.'
Legolas licked his lips, hoping that Thranduil himself was truly not home. It would just make this worse. 'It's nothing new to me, Lord of Rivendell,' he said. 'I'm used to it.'
Glorfindel snarled and stepped forward. He easily broke the fierce grip on Legolas' thin wrist, and pushed the young one behind him. The taller blond Elf glowered down at Thranduil's oldest son. 'Why don't you try picking on someone your own size?' he stated.
'Hold, Glorfindel. It occurs to me that I could use a servant such as Legolas myself,' Elrond said, an idea in his head. He turned to Gyre. 'Would you or your father be interested in selling him?'
Legolas stared openly at the taller and older dark-haired Elf, who was very handsome, in his opinion. He wore the normal colors of Rivendell on his clothes, and his hair was pulled up, part of it in a clip.
Gyre frowned thoughtfully. 'Father gave him to me, so he's mine to sell. Besides, my father isn't here.' Greed shone in the Elf's eyes. 'How much would you pay for him?'
Elladan and Elrohir entered and openly gazed at the beautiful Elf, who seemed to be hiding behind both their teacher and their father.
'He's pretty,' Elladan murmured.
Elrohir nodded. 'Yeah…'
'What do you believe would be a reasonable offer?' Elrond countered. He would pay any sum to get Legolas out of here, as he saw the quiet Elf stand there, saying nothing at all.
Gyre named an outrageous price, and Elrond countered, lowering it a bit. After all, he would have to take Legolas all the way back to Rivendell and get him some new clothes.
Gyre nodded, and a bag of gold was handed over. He sneered at Legolas. 'Hope you please him as much as you pleased me.'
Identical frowns appeared on Elladan and Elrohir's faces, as well as on Elrond and Glorfindel's faces, at that statement. Gyre beat a hasty retreat, and left the group standing there.
Legolas said nothing, and turned to his new master. He submitted himself, sliding down to the floor, kneeling before him. Confusion shone in his blue-grey eyes when Elrond told him to stand and kneel no more. Elrond gently took a hold of Legolas' right arm, and pulled him back to a standing position. The blond Elf stared at him wordlessly.
'Come, Legolas,' Elrond said. There was no reason to stay if Thranduil was no longer here. He led the youngest Prince of Mirkwood out of this Elven kingdom, which no longer looked as beautiful as it had earlier. Legolas obediently obeyed Elrond, and followed him.
Maybe this new Master would not be so bad, Legolas thought. He hadn't hurt him yet, which was something new for the Elf.
Elladan and Elrohir had only accompanied their father here because he wished it, before the twins went to visit Arwen for a few years in 'Lorien. Glorfindel was escorting them, as well, for Elrond was an over-protective father, and his children loved him for it. It showed that he cared, even though they acted like it bothered them that Elrond fussed so.
So when the group reached the stables, Elrond mounted his own horse, and offered a hand to Legolas. The young one took it, and was pulled up behind the Elven lord. His bare arms held onto Elrond tightly, encircling his waist.
Glorfindel, Elrohir, and Elladan set off towards Lothlorien after bidding farewell, and Elrond headed for Rivendell, with Legolas clinging to him tightly.
Legolas remained silent as he held onto his new master. He wondered where they were going, but did not ask. He had been well trained not to speak to those of higher rank than him.
Hours went by, and the two finally came within sight of Rivendell.
Legolas gasped, for this place seemed even more beautiful to him than Mirkwood. His eyes drank in the sight of the prosperous trees, which held fruit and leaves. Many different types of bushes and flowers grew, blending in with the trees, which marked the border. The kingdom of Rivendell had numerous rooms, attached by staircases and spread all over. Most were a silvery-grey color, and it reminded Legolas of a tree-house, sort of.
Elrond glanced over his shoulder and saw the look of wonder on the young one's face as they entered Rivendell. He smiled fondly and dismounted when he reached the entrance. Legolas was surprised when he was helped down.
'Follow me,' Elrond told him, and he led the blond Elf through the winding hallway, and up three flights of stairs. Legolas trailed behind him, taking in as many sights as he could. Pictures hung on the walls, of Elves that had died or sailed West. Ivy was wrapped around the hand-rail of a few of the stairs. Birds sang cheerfully to one another, and the sun shone brightly.
Elrond took Legolas to his room, missing the slight apprehension in the young one's grey-blue eyes. He gently shooed Legolas in, and closed the door behind them.
Legolas silently gazed at the handsome older Elf, waiting for instructions.
Elrond gently said, 'Go and bathe, Legolas. I will bring you a robe to wear.' He gestured towards the bathing room, and Legolas obediently entered the bathing room.
It was a white color, and spacious, with numerous hanging plants all over the room. Bathing essentials were beside the large tub, including soap, shampoo, and conditioner. There were also clean cloths lying next to the tub.
Legolas hesitantly stripped off his pitiful leggings and stepped into the warm, relaxing water. He dipped under it, to get entirely wet. To be fully clean again would be wonderful, the blond Elf thought. He eagerly grabbed the soap and began removing the deep-down dirt and grime from his body, which he had not been able to remove before. He started with his face, and quickly worked his way down to his feet and toes.
His skin grew much paler and clean. Then it was time to do his hair. He wet it again, and applied shampoo to it. Legolas scrubbed hard, trying to remove every speck of dirt. When he thought his hair might be clean, he rinsed it, noticing that the water somehow managed to stay clean. A second time he bathed his body, before he shampooed his hair again.
Elrond walked in silently, carrying a white robe. It was the only thing that might possibly fit the thin, blond Elf. He placed it on a nearby table, and stood there, watching for a few moments. The Elven lord had changed into a loose, flowing blue robe. It was much too hot outside for much else.
If it was possibly, Legolas now looked even more beautiful. His naturally pale skin was even lighter, and his hair was golden. Though there were severe knots in it, which would have to be cut out, Elrond thought.
Legolas cleaned his hair one more time, before he finally used the conditioner and massaged it into his scalp. To be so clean was a luxury to the younger Elf, as he rinsed his hair and looked up. He saw Elrond watching him silently, and instinctively lowered his eyes. It was a habit more than anything, which had been beaten into him.
Elrond picked up a few of the drying cloths and handed them to the young one. He told himself to stop staring at the beautiful Elf. 'I left the robe for you on the table. I will wait for you in my bedroom, Legolas. Come when you are dressed,' he finally said, before hastily returning to his room, to get away from the innocently appealing Elf.
Elrond Half-Elven could not afford to get involved with someone as lovely as Thranduil's youngest son was. Or so he thought. Legolas was so beautiful, even more beautiful than he had been in the 'mirror'.
Legolas stepped out of the tub and quickly dried himself off. He pulled on the white robe, wondering why his master had left like that. Legolas still found the Lord of Rivendell intriguing and handsome. A blush crept onto his face, as he tied the robe closed. He finally left the bathing room, after cleaning up after himself.
Elrond held a comb and a dagger, as he sat on his wooden chair. He gestured for Legolas to sit on the stool in front of him, which the younger Elf did. Legolas and Elrond both remained silent, as the Elven lord went to work.
First, Elrond cut the knots and tangles that he knew would never come out. When he was finished, Legolas' hair hung just below his shoulders. Then the half Elf began running his comb through the fine golden hair. He tried to think of anything but the Elf who sat in front of him.
Legolas sat there silently, enjoying the feel of the comb working through his hair, and making it smooth again. He also tried not to think of the dark-haired Elf, who sat behind him.
Elrond finished and bade Legolas to turn around. He was pleased at the difference, for Legolas looked ethereal, as the blond Elf gazed at him.
'Now, Legolas, I want to-' Elrond was shocked into silence as Legolas nodded and gave a fiery kiss to the Elven lord, who was drawn into its intensity immediately. The two kissed for a few moments, until Elrond mentally slapped himself. What was he doing, kissing someone so young? And where did he learn to kiss like that?
Legolas didn't notice his master's reaction, as the younger Elf waited for his master to do whatever he wished. He thought that the dark-haired Elf wanted him, and knew his duty.
'Why did you do that?' Elrond questioned, barely able to keep his hands off of Legolas.
Confusion entered Legolas' blue eyes. 'You do not want me?' he finally asked.
Elrond's dark eyes lit with understanding. Legolas must have thought… The Elven lord sighed. The younger Elf knew his duty when his master was upset. He kissed the firm yet soft mouth of the Elven lord, who forgot his objections and pulled the willing Elf onto his lap, crushing the softer mouth.
Legolas had never felt like this before; this warmth and desire within him, as he was pulled onto his master's lap. Legolas' deft hands easily slipped inside the blue robe, and trailed down the firm, well-muscled chest.
Elrond groaned and quickly untied the white robe that Legolas wore. His hands caressed Legolas' smooth, young body, as he gave the young one another staggering kiss. Legolas moaned, and arched towards the Elven lord.
Elrond was stunned at his own response to Legolas. The half Elf could not remember ever feeling like this before, as the younger Elf skillfully slipped his tongue into his mouth. Elrond thought that he should be in control, seeing as he was older- much older.
So the older Elf firmly kissed Legolas, with fervor, and the younger Elf's blue eyes locked with his. Elrond's tongue roughly entered Legolas' mouth, as he took control of their actions. Legolas knew how to read what his master wanted, so he gave the handsome Elf what he desired.
Elrond took the blond Elf into his arms, stood, and carried him over to his bed. Legolas was laid against the soft blankets, and straddled by the older Elf, who removed his own robe, before doing the same to Legolas'.
The two gazed at each other's beauty for a few long moments, in silent wonder.
Legolas automatically reached for his master, who caught his slender, pale wrists, and pressed them to the bed, above the blond Elf's head. Elrond shifted his grip, so that only his left hand was holding the wrists. The clip was removed from his dark hair with his right hand, and dropped onto the floor next to the discarded robes.
Legolas whimpered softly, as the dark locks trailed down Elrond's shoulders. He wanted to speak, but was uncertain if it was allowed.
Elrond frowned slightly, and said, 'Do you not wish to speak, Legolas?' His voice was low, as he trailed kisses along Legolas' nape. His right hand traveled down the smooth, perfect body, that arched at his very touch.
Legolas whispered, 'What is your name?' He wordlessly pleaded for more, as Elrond began expertly teasing him.
'Elrond Half-Elven,' the Elven lord told him, enjoying the variety of sounds that escaped from the younger Elf. He felt the shudders beneath him, and knew that Legolas' release was near.
'E-Elrond?' the beautiful, whimpering Elf said, passion and desire in his voice. Sweat was on his face, making blond strands stick to it.
The kisses intensified, as they began anew. Elrond wordlessly reassured Legolas, with a gentle stroke on his hair. The slender wrists were released, and the two clung together as close as they could. Legolas ran his hands over the surprisingly soft dark hair, before he gasped. Elrond trailed his tongue down Legolas' chest, all the way to his lower thighs.
A ragged moan sounded, as the tongue teased the younger Elf, who feverishly reached for Elrond. Legolas was certain that his master was some kind of a god, as his pleasure reached unbearable heights and he cried out, before he released.
Elrond wordlessly began the kisses again, and was stunned when a slender, pale hand began toying with him, arousing him to insatiable heights. A hoarse groan escaped, as a mouth closed over him, easily bringing the Elven lord to fulfillment. He bucked and came, gasping. Legolas panted, as he lay under his master. The two exchanged a look, of surprise and desire. Eyes met eyes.
They took their pleasure again, forgetting the differences in age and all else.
Sometime later, Elrond gazed down at the sleeping, beautiful, blond Elf. A fond smile crossed his face, to be replaced with a resigned look. He thought that Legolas had only slept with him because he was his master.
And the Elven lord did not know why that thought hurt him so much.
To be continued