Disclaimer: Nought has changed - they're still not mine.
Special note: I've re-uploaded this one because of the sweet sweet reviewer who said they not only remembered Check Mate from last time but could also remember this one! I'm touched! These stories were last on the net in late spring 2002 so thank you so much for remembering them!
Author's notes: Anyhow - this little number is yet another pointless excuse for naked elves. It follows on from 'Check Mate' looks like I'm not the only Elrond addict so here's more of the same! *licks lips*.
Story notes: This may take a slightly more serious tone than my usual stuff in that there may be the tiniest hint of a plot (a plot?! I hear you exclaim, not just another round of steamy Leggy sex?!) well - there will be more steamy elf sex but I'm trying to embed it in the semblance of a story.. Also, it will probably swap narrative standpoints (!!) as I can't decide whose view point would be better for the *ahem* naughty bits. I will try to not let it get too angst ridden though.
Anyway, enough of my tedious rambling...
**Irresistible**
Elrond strolled through the halls of Mirkwood's palace; the morning sun filtered through the trees casting an ever-changing pattern of sunlight and shadow over the pale stone floors. An impish grin played about the corners of the elf lord's mouth as his mind wandered back to the previous evening. Legolas had always been a pretty child but Elrond had seen something new in him last night; his body, though still lithe and youthful, had gained the unmistakable mark of adulthood and the blue eyes held more experience and understanding than when Elrond had last seen him in Rivendell. He had been entranced the moment he saw the young prince in the great hall but had seen what Legolas thought of him - the blue eyes held the usual scorn that the young and impetuous felt for someone as old and staid as he.
Elrond had resigned himself to just being able to watch Legolas and had been delighted when the prince had, albeit reluctantly, agreed to play a game of chess with him. The lord of Imladris' smile deepened when he remembered the moment he had seen the first spark of desire in Legolas. He had seen it even before the young elf had recognised it in himself. That was why he had agreed to Legolas' idea so quickly.. Elrond chuckled quietly to himself remembering how he had had to convince the young prince that they could not spend the night together. He had picked the sleepy elf up and carried him to his chambers where Legolas had refused to let go of him. With a control that had impressed him, Elrond had laid the prince in his bed reminding him that his father would not be impressed if he had found his trusted friend asleep in his son's bed the next morning. This seemed to have the right impression on Legolas who had relinquished his hold on Elrond and given him a kiss which had made it very hard to leave before turning over and snuggling down in his bed.
The elf lord's mind turned back to his present task; he was on his way to see Thranduil to discuss their ensuing trip to Lorien. The time had come for a gathering of the ruling elves of Middle Earth to discuss the affairs of the race; Elrond always enjoyed these meetings - they were refreshing and the change of environment did him good. He left his beloved Imladris only rarely these days - anything important seemed to gravitate towards his home anyway so he was seldom obliged to journey elsewhere. The playful smile returned to his face - he was certainly glad he had decided to break his journey to Lorien in Mirkwood.
Elrond reached the leafy veranda where Thranduil was partaking of a light breakfast, "Ah, good morning Elrond!" exclaimed the king, "I trust my son kept you well entertained last night?" Elrond could not prevent a wry smile from curving his lips, thankfully Thranduil did not notice, "We passed a most enjoyable evening," he answered, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, "Your son has matured since last I saw him, he has developed into a fine elf." Thranduil nodded sagely, "He has indeed, in fact, it is about Legolas that I wish to speak to you." Elrond took a seat opposite the king and poured himself a tall glass of sparkling water; he looked at Thranduil, waiting for him to continue. "I have decided to send Legolas in my place to Lorien." said the king, waiting for Elrond to respond. The lord of Imladris nodded, not displaying any reaction, in fact his heart rate had quickened slightly; the king continued, "I feel it is time for him to see a little more of Middle Earth and take some responsibility for his position as Prince of Mirkwood." Elrond took a calming sip of water, Thranduil proceeded, "I believe this is the perfect opportunity as he would be travelling under your protection. I know you would not let anything happen to him" Thranduil looked at Elrond, obviously wanting an answer. Using his considerable self control to keep the emotion from his voice but failing miserably to keep the image of what he, himself had done to the kings son under his very roof from his mind, Elrond managed to reply convincingly, "If you are sure that this is an advantageous course of action, Thranduil, I promise to keep watch over Legolas to the best of my abilities."
His answer appeared to satisfy Thranduil but Elrond's mind was in uproar. An unsettling combination of guilt and excitement bubbled in his head. He was to have Legolas with him for the duration of his journey but, Thranduil had charged his son's care explicitly to Elrond, he could not betray his friend further by continuing his little dalliance with the prince. The rational, prudent side to Elrond was relieved somewhat by the thought; by inhibiting the possibility of repeating last night's little indiscretion he would not be in danger of becoming too attached to Legolas. But the comfort went only so far, the elf lord's more passionate side found him more than a little disappointed that he could not taste the prince's golden flesh once more..
His train of thought was put to an end by the arrival of the prince himself; Legolas greeted his father and sat down opposite Elrond, giving him a delightfully shy smile. Legolas was obviously unsure of how to behave after their night together so Elrond put him at his ease, "Good morning Legolas, I hope you slept well, I myself slept like the dead; I did not expect the game to last so long!" he said with dry smile. The younger elf blushed slightly but Elrond's comment appeared to have put him at ease, "I too slept well Elrond," he said, and with an impish grin added, "I very much hope to play with you again."
Thranduil appeared to be very pleased at the apparent friendship between the two, "Well, it is nice to see you two getting on, I am now assured that my plan is a tremendous idea." he said, bestowing a satisfied smile on them both. "What plan is this father?" asked Legolas. "I have decided that you will go to Lothlorien with Elrond to represent Mirkwood." said the king. The prince looked at Elrond, trying to gauge his opinion but the older elf carefully gave nothing away. Thranduil continued, "Elrond has promised me that he will ensure your safety and make sure you do not get up to any of your usual mischief!" he said affectionately, "Well, Legolas, what do you think to my plan?" The younger elf shot Elrond a wicked look before answering his father, "I think it is a wonderful idea father, I long for some freedom - and it will give me a chance to get to know Elrond better." Legolas' used an innocent tone of voice that made the Lord of Imladris smile in spite of himself.
"Well, that is settled then," said Thranduil, "Legolas, you go and pack some things; you leave before luncheon." The prince rose and left the table; an unmistakeable spring in his step as he walked down the veranda towards his chambers. Elrond left the table after having discussed a few matters with Thranduil that were likely to come up at the council. He walked slowly back to his chambers to make ready.
He had not felt this at sea for an age; the idea of having Legolas to himself was slightly intoxicating. He mentally berated himself for even entertaining thoughts of repeating his seduction; Thranduil trusted him and he was not about to put their relationship in jeopardy - thank the Valar that Glorfindel was to accompany them, his steady presence would have a much needed calming influence on Elrond's nerves.
**The road to Lorien**
The morning had given way to a sun drenched afternoon, a blithe little wind fluttered the leaves on the trees and the elves were making good progress. For the duration of this first part of the journey, Legolas had ridden with Glorfindel, the two golden-haired elves conversing in lyrical voices, their laughter lilting over the breeze back to where Elrond rode slightly behind them. It was a sound that never failed to lighten his heart but now his mind, and his heart, were occupied with something else. Elrond had made his final decision about Legolas when Thranduil had said goodbye to the travellers, his parting words hammering home the unhappy fact that Elrond should not lie with the prince again:
But now, only hours after he had schooled himself into playing the fatherly role to Legolas, he found his thoughts becoming heated again. His gaze was repeatedly drawn to the shining fall of flaxen hair that spilled down the prince's straight back, he longed to wrap the single braid round his hand and feel its silken quality. His eyes were then drawn further down to the deliciously rounded behind and long supple thighs.... he tried to dispel the image of Legolas writhing beneath him but each time the slivery laughter drifted back to his ears the vision flooded his mind anew. What was happening to him? He had not been so affected by another since his beloved Celebrian had left his side. Sure, he had taken others to his bed, but that had been purely for physical comfort. He had thought that Legolas was the same - simply a pretty pastime - yet, here he was coming dangerously close to physical arousal..
Author's note: I know it's mean to leave this here without anything really exciting happening but it's the best place to break story... I PROMISE there's more following swiftly if you want it. I hope you do - I'm really enjoying writing this!!
Special note: I've re-uploaded this one because of the sweet sweet reviewer who said they not only remembered Check Mate from last time but could also remember this one! I'm touched! These stories were last on the net in late spring 2002 so thank you so much for remembering them!
Author's notes: Anyhow - this little number is yet another pointless excuse for naked elves. It follows on from 'Check Mate' looks like I'm not the only Elrond addict so here's more of the same! *licks lips*.
Story notes: This may take a slightly more serious tone than my usual stuff in that there may be the tiniest hint of a plot (a plot?! I hear you exclaim, not just another round of steamy Leggy sex?!) well - there will be more steamy elf sex but I'm trying to embed it in the semblance of a story.. Also, it will probably swap narrative standpoints (!!) as I can't decide whose view point would be better for the *ahem* naughty bits. I will try to not let it get too angst ridden though.
Anyway, enough of my tedious rambling...
**Irresistible**
Elrond strolled through the halls of Mirkwood's palace; the morning sun filtered through the trees casting an ever-changing pattern of sunlight and shadow over the pale stone floors. An impish grin played about the corners of the elf lord's mouth as his mind wandered back to the previous evening. Legolas had always been a pretty child but Elrond had seen something new in him last night; his body, though still lithe and youthful, had gained the unmistakable mark of adulthood and the blue eyes held more experience and understanding than when Elrond had last seen him in Rivendell. He had been entranced the moment he saw the young prince in the great hall but had seen what Legolas thought of him - the blue eyes held the usual scorn that the young and impetuous felt for someone as old and staid as he.
Elrond had resigned himself to just being able to watch Legolas and had been delighted when the prince had, albeit reluctantly, agreed to play a game of chess with him. The lord of Imladris' smile deepened when he remembered the moment he had seen the first spark of desire in Legolas. He had seen it even before the young elf had recognised it in himself. That was why he had agreed to Legolas' idea so quickly.. Elrond chuckled quietly to himself remembering how he had had to convince the young prince that they could not spend the night together. He had picked the sleepy elf up and carried him to his chambers where Legolas had refused to let go of him. With a control that had impressed him, Elrond had laid the prince in his bed reminding him that his father would not be impressed if he had found his trusted friend asleep in his son's bed the next morning. This seemed to have the right impression on Legolas who had relinquished his hold on Elrond and given him a kiss which had made it very hard to leave before turning over and snuggling down in his bed.
The elf lord's mind turned back to his present task; he was on his way to see Thranduil to discuss their ensuing trip to Lorien. The time had come for a gathering of the ruling elves of Middle Earth to discuss the affairs of the race; Elrond always enjoyed these meetings - they were refreshing and the change of environment did him good. He left his beloved Imladris only rarely these days - anything important seemed to gravitate towards his home anyway so he was seldom obliged to journey elsewhere. The playful smile returned to his face - he was certainly glad he had decided to break his journey to Lorien in Mirkwood.
Elrond reached the leafy veranda where Thranduil was partaking of a light breakfast, "Ah, good morning Elrond!" exclaimed the king, "I trust my son kept you well entertained last night?" Elrond could not prevent a wry smile from curving his lips, thankfully Thranduil did not notice, "We passed a most enjoyable evening," he answered, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, "Your son has matured since last I saw him, he has developed into a fine elf." Thranduil nodded sagely, "He has indeed, in fact, it is about Legolas that I wish to speak to you." Elrond took a seat opposite the king and poured himself a tall glass of sparkling water; he looked at Thranduil, waiting for him to continue. "I have decided to send Legolas in my place to Lorien." said the king, waiting for Elrond to respond. The lord of Imladris nodded, not displaying any reaction, in fact his heart rate had quickened slightly; the king continued, "I feel it is time for him to see a little more of Middle Earth and take some responsibility for his position as Prince of Mirkwood." Elrond took a calming sip of water, Thranduil proceeded, "I believe this is the perfect opportunity as he would be travelling under your protection. I know you would not let anything happen to him" Thranduil looked at Elrond, obviously wanting an answer. Using his considerable self control to keep the emotion from his voice but failing miserably to keep the image of what he, himself had done to the kings son under his very roof from his mind, Elrond managed to reply convincingly, "If you are sure that this is an advantageous course of action, Thranduil, I promise to keep watch over Legolas to the best of my abilities."
His answer appeared to satisfy Thranduil but Elrond's mind was in uproar. An unsettling combination of guilt and excitement bubbled in his head. He was to have Legolas with him for the duration of his journey but, Thranduil had charged his son's care explicitly to Elrond, he could not betray his friend further by continuing his little dalliance with the prince. The rational, prudent side to Elrond was relieved somewhat by the thought; by inhibiting the possibility of repeating last night's little indiscretion he would not be in danger of becoming too attached to Legolas. But the comfort went only so far, the elf lord's more passionate side found him more than a little disappointed that he could not taste the prince's golden flesh once more..
His train of thought was put to an end by the arrival of the prince himself; Legolas greeted his father and sat down opposite Elrond, giving him a delightfully shy smile. Legolas was obviously unsure of how to behave after their night together so Elrond put him at his ease, "Good morning Legolas, I hope you slept well, I myself slept like the dead; I did not expect the game to last so long!" he said with dry smile. The younger elf blushed slightly but Elrond's comment appeared to have put him at ease, "I too slept well Elrond," he said, and with an impish grin added, "I very much hope to play with you again."
Thranduil appeared to be very pleased at the apparent friendship between the two, "Well, it is nice to see you two getting on, I am now assured that my plan is a tremendous idea." he said, bestowing a satisfied smile on them both. "What plan is this father?" asked Legolas. "I have decided that you will go to Lothlorien with Elrond to represent Mirkwood." said the king. The prince looked at Elrond, trying to gauge his opinion but the older elf carefully gave nothing away. Thranduil continued, "Elrond has promised me that he will ensure your safety and make sure you do not get up to any of your usual mischief!" he said affectionately, "Well, Legolas, what do you think to my plan?" The younger elf shot Elrond a wicked look before answering his father, "I think it is a wonderful idea father, I long for some freedom - and it will give me a chance to get to know Elrond better." Legolas' used an innocent tone of voice that made the Lord of Imladris smile in spite of himself.
"Well, that is settled then," said Thranduil, "Legolas, you go and pack some things; you leave before luncheon." The prince rose and left the table; an unmistakeable spring in his step as he walked down the veranda towards his chambers. Elrond left the table after having discussed a few matters with Thranduil that were likely to come up at the council. He walked slowly back to his chambers to make ready.
He had not felt this at sea for an age; the idea of having Legolas to himself was slightly intoxicating. He mentally berated himself for even entertaining thoughts of repeating his seduction; Thranduil trusted him and he was not about to put their relationship in jeopardy - thank the Valar that Glorfindel was to accompany them, his steady presence would have a much needed calming influence on Elrond's nerves.
**The road to Lorien**
The morning had given way to a sun drenched afternoon, a blithe little wind fluttered the leaves on the trees and the elves were making good progress. For the duration of this first part of the journey, Legolas had ridden with Glorfindel, the two golden-haired elves conversing in lyrical voices, their laughter lilting over the breeze back to where Elrond rode slightly behind them. It was a sound that never failed to lighten his heart but now his mind, and his heart, were occupied with something else. Elrond had made his final decision about Legolas when Thranduil had said goodbye to the travellers, his parting words hammering home the unhappy fact that Elrond should not lie with the prince again:
But now, only hours after he had schooled himself into playing the fatherly role to Legolas, he found his thoughts becoming heated again. His gaze was repeatedly drawn to the shining fall of flaxen hair that spilled down the prince's straight back, he longed to wrap the single braid round his hand and feel its silken quality. His eyes were then drawn further down to the deliciously rounded behind and long supple thighs.... he tried to dispel the image of Legolas writhing beneath him but each time the slivery laughter drifted back to his ears the vision flooded his mind anew. What was happening to him? He had not been so affected by another since his beloved Celebrian had left his side. Sure, he had taken others to his bed, but that had been purely for physical comfort. He had thought that Legolas was the same - simply a pretty pastime - yet, here he was coming dangerously close to physical arousal..
Author's note: I know it's mean to leave this here without anything really exciting happening but it's the best place to break story... I PROMISE there's more following swiftly if you want it. I hope you do - I'm really enjoying writing this!!