Disclaimer: Still don't own any of these characters, they belong to J.R.R.
Tolkien or rather his estate now. Movie verse: Rated R for SLASH between
Boromir and Legolas. Hit the back button now if you don't like that kind
of thing!
I know I'm describing scenes from the movie but I needed to set the stage. Bear with me please.
THE LESSON CONTINUES
The Fellowship was weary, chilled to the bone and more than a little footsore as they trudged through the snow on the flanks of Caradhras. All except Legolas of the Elves who did not feel the cold nor did his boot shod feet sink into the snow as he walked lightly across the blinding white landscape.
Finally it became evident that Saruman and the mountain had defeated them. The nine walkers turned back and had no choice now but to pass through Khazad-dûm or Moria as the Elves called the ancient city of Dwarrowdelf.
Gandalf stood before the West Gate trying various spells and passwords but the stone doors remained closed. Frodo stood by Gandalf's side while the Company of the Ring settled down to wait, hopeful that the wizard would somehow find the right words to open the doors.
Boromir sat with Gimli under a holly tree whereas Merry and Pippin were busily throwing stones in the dark water. Aragorn and Sam relieved Bill of his burdens and sent the pony on his way home. And Legolas? He stood beneath the far holly tree, gazing into the night sky, his hand absently stroking his bow. He alone seemed in no hurry to enter the Mines of Moria.
Boromir watched Legolas standing there under the boughs of the tree. The moonlight filtered through the limbs of the holly to cast shadows upon the Elf's form but the pale hair gleamed like Ithildin. He was a bewitching sight to the hungry man's eyes. Boromir had had no chance to pursue the Elf after their rest in Hollin and the days passed by in a blur of exhaustion.
For his part, Legolas was thinking of Boromir's words and his response to the man. He was strangely attracted to the mortal and more than a little confused by his reaction. Never before had he considered taking a mortal lover much less a male one. He felt the man's eyes on him and was not displeased.
Frodo suddenly stirred.
'It's a riddle. What's the elvish word for friend?'
'Mellon.' came the melodious reply from Gandalf.
Quite suddenly the doors began to rumble open and the Fellowship entered only to find the long dead bodies of dwarves, goblin arrows imbedded in the corpses. Boromir shouted for everyone to get out when Frodo was grabbed by something hidden in the water.
As the hobbits frantically chopped at the tentacles wrapped around Frodo, Aragorn and Boromir ran out and slashed at the monster with their swords. Aragorn cut through the tentacle that had lifted Frodo high into the air while arrows flew into the beast from Legolas' bow. Boromir caught the Ring-bearer.
'Legolas!' yelled Boromir. The Elf released another arrow into the creature's eye. The enraged animal roared in pain as the Fellowship retreated into the mine. Tentacles gripped the stone doors and tore them apart; the opening collapsed trapping them within.
Gandalf informed them that it was a four-day journey to the Dimrill Dale gate and they all braced themselves for a long crossing in the dark.
They came to an empty hall the first night. It was strewn with fallen columns and broken tables, evidently an ancient feasting chamber.
The hobbits sank onto the floor and immediately broke out their provisions. Gandalf did not allow them to cook anything so they made do with dried meat, some fruit and hard cheese. As the company settled down for the evening, Boromir waited for an opportunity to approach Legolas. It came when finally even Gandalf drifted off to sleep, his staff jammed into the cracks of a crumbling table casting a comforting glow about the chamber.
The Elf was once again standing sentry, eyes and ears alert to any untoward sounds. Every now and again Legolas thought he heard a sound like wet flesh slapping on a stone. But whenever he stilled himself completely to listen closely, the sound stopped.
Boromir saw his chance as the others bedded down to sleep. Legolas heard the man approach and turned to greet him.
'Boromir. Are you not weary? Why do you not rest?' Legolas asked, trying desperately to maintain his fiction of emotional detachment. But Boromir saw through the façade.
'Do you not know? I cannot rest, not when you torture me.' Boromir came to stand by the Elf's side, his warm breath caressing Legolas' ears.
Legolas shivered, a thrill passing through his body as the man stepped even closer. He became flustered and looked into the man's eyes reading the need there. His own need was rising within him.
'Torture?' whispered Legolas, his eyes darkening with desire.
'Aye. Torture. I say you are beautiful Legolas. I have never beheld such perfection before. You know what I want. You knew it in Hollin.'
Legolas could only stare at the man. His breathing had quickened and he spared one quick glance towards the others. Boromir followed his gaze.
'They are asleep, too exhausted to notice us.' said Boromir and grasping Legolas' arm he pulled the unresisting Elf after him behind a pillar. He reached for the clasp on Legolas' chest and unfastened the quiver, which he laid on the ground. The Elf was unable to move, his whole being waiting, waiting for what was to come.
The moment had arrived. The anticipation was excruciating but finally Boromir leaned in to kiss the lips before him. Legolas opened to him, moaning with passion. The man grasped the Elf's shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss before releasing the tender lips. Legolas' lips remained slightly parted as Boromir next began to draw his tongue along the pale column of the Elf's throat. He could feel the Elf trembling and he slowly lowered Legolas to the floor.
Boromir gently brushed the stray strands of blond hair from Legolas' face. The Elf's skin seemed to gleam in the pale light of Gandalf's staff and Denethor's son paused to admire the delicate features. The Elf was a glorious and magnificent creature. Boromir was certain he did not deserve such a one as Legolas but he did not question his fortune now.
'Now, I shall ask for recompense for lifting the siege of the 'Battle of Hollin' Master Elf. I claim you as my reward.' smirked Boromir and Legolas smiled back, his eyes sparkling.
The man's fingers crept underneath Legolas' tunic to caress the smooth skin below. Legolas arched into the strong hand, his body answering to Boromir's touch. Legolas felt as if Boromir controlled his body, every part of him yearning for the man's hands. It was so deliciously sensual to give himself up to Boromir. To let the man guide him, lead him where he had never ventured before.
Boromir claimed the lips once more as he deftly began to remove Legolas' clothing. The archer's hands were also busy and soon the two lay together, the rough battle hardened body of the larger man atop the deceptively slender form of the Elf.
The heat from the man's body seemed like a furnace to Legolas. Desire burned within him as the man's hands roamed over his arms, his chest and more. Legolas gasped when Boromir's found his arousal sending a wave of pleasure to roll through his body. The muscles of his stomach clenched as he strained against Boromir's hand. Legolas gazed into the man's eyes, never leaving them as Boromir continued his ministrations. The Prince of Mirkwood was a willing and eager student and Boromir was an excellent teacher as he continued the lesson begun in Hollin.
He elicited quiet cries of passion from the ethereal being beneath him, all the more enticing as he realized that Legolas voiced them for him alone. And there, in the crumbling ruins of Khazad-dûm Boromir initiated Legolas into the ways of love between men.
TBC?
A/N: Well gentle reader? Do you like? Shall I go on or shall I stop? I loved all the positive reviews. I'm trying my hand at writing less explicit love scenes and I'm glad you're all enjoying it! (That doesn't mean I won't write more NC-17 stuff in the future, just not in this story :- ) ) Please review and let me know if you want the story to continue in Lothlórien.
I know I'm describing scenes from the movie but I needed to set the stage. Bear with me please.
THE LESSON CONTINUES
The Fellowship was weary, chilled to the bone and more than a little footsore as they trudged through the snow on the flanks of Caradhras. All except Legolas of the Elves who did not feel the cold nor did his boot shod feet sink into the snow as he walked lightly across the blinding white landscape.
Finally it became evident that Saruman and the mountain had defeated them. The nine walkers turned back and had no choice now but to pass through Khazad-dûm or Moria as the Elves called the ancient city of Dwarrowdelf.
Gandalf stood before the West Gate trying various spells and passwords but the stone doors remained closed. Frodo stood by Gandalf's side while the Company of the Ring settled down to wait, hopeful that the wizard would somehow find the right words to open the doors.
Boromir sat with Gimli under a holly tree whereas Merry and Pippin were busily throwing stones in the dark water. Aragorn and Sam relieved Bill of his burdens and sent the pony on his way home. And Legolas? He stood beneath the far holly tree, gazing into the night sky, his hand absently stroking his bow. He alone seemed in no hurry to enter the Mines of Moria.
Boromir watched Legolas standing there under the boughs of the tree. The moonlight filtered through the limbs of the holly to cast shadows upon the Elf's form but the pale hair gleamed like Ithildin. He was a bewitching sight to the hungry man's eyes. Boromir had had no chance to pursue the Elf after their rest in Hollin and the days passed by in a blur of exhaustion.
For his part, Legolas was thinking of Boromir's words and his response to the man. He was strangely attracted to the mortal and more than a little confused by his reaction. Never before had he considered taking a mortal lover much less a male one. He felt the man's eyes on him and was not displeased.
Frodo suddenly stirred.
'It's a riddle. What's the elvish word for friend?'
'Mellon.' came the melodious reply from Gandalf.
Quite suddenly the doors began to rumble open and the Fellowship entered only to find the long dead bodies of dwarves, goblin arrows imbedded in the corpses. Boromir shouted for everyone to get out when Frodo was grabbed by something hidden in the water.
As the hobbits frantically chopped at the tentacles wrapped around Frodo, Aragorn and Boromir ran out and slashed at the monster with their swords. Aragorn cut through the tentacle that had lifted Frodo high into the air while arrows flew into the beast from Legolas' bow. Boromir caught the Ring-bearer.
'Legolas!' yelled Boromir. The Elf released another arrow into the creature's eye. The enraged animal roared in pain as the Fellowship retreated into the mine. Tentacles gripped the stone doors and tore them apart; the opening collapsed trapping them within.
Gandalf informed them that it was a four-day journey to the Dimrill Dale gate and they all braced themselves for a long crossing in the dark.
They came to an empty hall the first night. It was strewn with fallen columns and broken tables, evidently an ancient feasting chamber.
The hobbits sank onto the floor and immediately broke out their provisions. Gandalf did not allow them to cook anything so they made do with dried meat, some fruit and hard cheese. As the company settled down for the evening, Boromir waited for an opportunity to approach Legolas. It came when finally even Gandalf drifted off to sleep, his staff jammed into the cracks of a crumbling table casting a comforting glow about the chamber.
The Elf was once again standing sentry, eyes and ears alert to any untoward sounds. Every now and again Legolas thought he heard a sound like wet flesh slapping on a stone. But whenever he stilled himself completely to listen closely, the sound stopped.
Boromir saw his chance as the others bedded down to sleep. Legolas heard the man approach and turned to greet him.
'Boromir. Are you not weary? Why do you not rest?' Legolas asked, trying desperately to maintain his fiction of emotional detachment. But Boromir saw through the façade.
'Do you not know? I cannot rest, not when you torture me.' Boromir came to stand by the Elf's side, his warm breath caressing Legolas' ears.
Legolas shivered, a thrill passing through his body as the man stepped even closer. He became flustered and looked into the man's eyes reading the need there. His own need was rising within him.
'Torture?' whispered Legolas, his eyes darkening with desire.
'Aye. Torture. I say you are beautiful Legolas. I have never beheld such perfection before. You know what I want. You knew it in Hollin.'
Legolas could only stare at the man. His breathing had quickened and he spared one quick glance towards the others. Boromir followed his gaze.
'They are asleep, too exhausted to notice us.' said Boromir and grasping Legolas' arm he pulled the unresisting Elf after him behind a pillar. He reached for the clasp on Legolas' chest and unfastened the quiver, which he laid on the ground. The Elf was unable to move, his whole being waiting, waiting for what was to come.
The moment had arrived. The anticipation was excruciating but finally Boromir leaned in to kiss the lips before him. Legolas opened to him, moaning with passion. The man grasped the Elf's shoulders and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss before releasing the tender lips. Legolas' lips remained slightly parted as Boromir next began to draw his tongue along the pale column of the Elf's throat. He could feel the Elf trembling and he slowly lowered Legolas to the floor.
Boromir gently brushed the stray strands of blond hair from Legolas' face. The Elf's skin seemed to gleam in the pale light of Gandalf's staff and Denethor's son paused to admire the delicate features. The Elf was a glorious and magnificent creature. Boromir was certain he did not deserve such a one as Legolas but he did not question his fortune now.
'Now, I shall ask for recompense for lifting the siege of the 'Battle of Hollin' Master Elf. I claim you as my reward.' smirked Boromir and Legolas smiled back, his eyes sparkling.
The man's fingers crept underneath Legolas' tunic to caress the smooth skin below. Legolas arched into the strong hand, his body answering to Boromir's touch. Legolas felt as if Boromir controlled his body, every part of him yearning for the man's hands. It was so deliciously sensual to give himself up to Boromir. To let the man guide him, lead him where he had never ventured before.
Boromir claimed the lips once more as he deftly began to remove Legolas' clothing. The archer's hands were also busy and soon the two lay together, the rough battle hardened body of the larger man atop the deceptively slender form of the Elf.
The heat from the man's body seemed like a furnace to Legolas. Desire burned within him as the man's hands roamed over his arms, his chest and more. Legolas gasped when Boromir's found his arousal sending a wave of pleasure to roll through his body. The muscles of his stomach clenched as he strained against Boromir's hand. Legolas gazed into the man's eyes, never leaving them as Boromir continued his ministrations. The Prince of Mirkwood was a willing and eager student and Boromir was an excellent teacher as he continued the lesson begun in Hollin.
He elicited quiet cries of passion from the ethereal being beneath him, all the more enticing as he realized that Legolas voiced them for him alone. And there, in the crumbling ruins of Khazad-dûm Boromir initiated Legolas into the ways of love between men.
TBC?
A/N: Well gentle reader? Do you like? Shall I go on or shall I stop? I loved all the positive reviews. I'm trying my hand at writing less explicit love scenes and I'm glad you're all enjoying it! (That doesn't mean I won't write more NC-17 stuff in the future, just not in this story :- ) ) Please review and let me know if you want the story to continue in Lothlórien.