To Sow a Barren Land

Disclaimer: I only own the OMC. Nothing else.

Warning: Smut. And shifting P.O.V's.

AN: Here is where the severely tweaked timeline kicks in. Since this fic takes place before the fall of Doriath, Thingol is still alive. There is also a portion later where it might seem like appearing out of nowhere but it's actually a part of the plan. You'll understand as you read. ^^; If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

To those who've supported- thank you very much!


Chapter 9

Oropher leaned back in his throne and drew in a long breath. One of his hands fell to the arm rest limply while the other busied itself massaging his temples where a throbbing pain was accumulating. Days had passed since he had a decent amount of sleep and he certainly lost count of the last time when he actually felt serenity.

His people were growing weak from inadequate nutrition. Even if they wanted meat on their plates, it was hard to come by for the last harsh winter had affected the animal life too. Most seemed to have migrated to another part of the forest and the few who still dwelled were skin and bones themselves.

The elves were kind towards all life forms and though it went against their instincts to kill the poor creatures seeking shelter, they'd still do so for the sake of their own survival had there been some meat on said animals.

An inaudible groan was let out as the king lunged further into his throne. Exhaustion was breaking every fibre of his being and his mind was burdened with concern which weighed down upon him, adding to his weariness.

He frowned gently as a sudden thought crossed his head.

Doriath was still thriving, wasn't it?

He sat up immediately, clasping his chin with his hand as the trail of thought began condensing.

Yes, although he had left to establish his own realm, he had done so with Elu Thingol's blessing. Surely the Sinda king would not turn his gentle gaze away when Greenwood needed him the most? Surely Doriath could spare some of its grains for just this winter? Just enough to fix the patch?

However, that way of thinking didn't linger long in his mind. It dispersed away swiftly as the frown between his brows deepened, leaving creases on his smooth forehead.

No, what was he thinking? He couldn't go to Thingol for help!

His eyes flashed as the wicker of his pride increased in luminosity.

It was he who insisted to be allowed to set his own destiny. It was he who explained his intention of having his own realm with burning enthusiasm. To go back to his roots— to find his own calling—that was what he had told the great king and because of his confidence and willpower, Elu Thingol had graced Oropher his well wishes. If he went back now, the king would think him to be an utter failure. A worthless king who couldn't provide for his people!

He couldn't have that. His ego forbade him!

His frown deepened even further while his face tightened much like his chest, filled with the overbearing sense of self respect which caused him to leave Doriath the first place.

Then there was the matter for his son...

Thranduil had immersed himself in the duties of princehood. However, Oropher could see the loitering desperation in his son's eyes.

Thranduil regularly took the drought which was administered to him. At first, he resented it but gradually, he came to an understanding and toojk it without fail—only to soothe Oropher.

Only for Oropher. As if he knew that it was already an attempt gone in vain.

Even though Thranduil appeared stoic and calm, a huge chunk of him was missing. Oropher knew where to look. Oropher knew what must be done to relieve a part of it. However, for the sake of his people, he would have to deny Thranduil that piece of joy. He had no choice but to deny that...dwarf.

A dark cloud descended upon his forest green orbs as his mind retraced its steps to hat fateful day in the tent.

Thranduil had looked so lost. He had seen pride in the other's eyes; arrogance in his face, persona in his demeanour...but never before had he seen his son so broken.

Then those fateful words began ringing in his ears. Each one sharper than the other and each pierced his heart in terrible ways than its predecessor.

"It is best that I not be allured by a false hope."

A rough sigh struggled its way out of the king's mouth as he again fell back against his throne. He closed his eyes feeling the beginning of another headache and braced himself for the pain he'd feel as the rest of Thranduil's words floated in his mind.

"I'm tired of hearing what I am."

He feared for his son. He feared the desperation that would force him into something Thranduil would later regret.

"From you, the dwarf healer."

All of a sudden, Oropher sharply sat up. At that moment, his headache was subsidiary and the exhaustion he felt was quickly swept away by an onslaught of rage which fired up the insides of his chest.

The dwarf healer.

His eyes narrowed dangerously. The great hall echoed with a reverberation as a heavy hand was loudly slammed against the armrest of his throne, clenching it immediately as anger flared out from Oropher's green orbs.

That dwarf healer...he had the galls of saying Thranduil was infertile? He had the nerves to lay his hand on Thranduil's body and say his son was incapable of bearing an heir?

His knuckles became white hot; his hand started shaking as mild creaking sound of wood threatened to add to the already humid air.

The dwarves blamed it on his son? How dare they?

Thrór spoke of how both had been trying and how immediate the need for an heir was for them. He had said nothing else but the manner of speaking clearly indicated him pointing fingers at Thranduil for the lack of any children. They were quick to blame Thranduil. They were quick to blame his son!

It could be the fault of that dwarf prince also! The healer didn't mention that? Were they so prideful of their own potency? Did they really believe they'd be successful by rejecting Thranduil?

His face hardening, it trembled as the grip on the armrest poured in all of his preternatural strength. A silent fury tore through his entire frame as his whole body began shaking with a viciousness which promised nothing but pain for those who lay a finger own him and his bloodline.

He knew that race to be cunning; he knew that race to be greedy. He was not so quick to trust them but kept up a cordial relation nonetheless, solely due to Thingol and his policy.

But these inbred idiots were far from greedy. They were malicious. They were liars.

He had tolerated them so far. But no more. No more.


It had been a tiresome day rushing back and forth the pantry. With the winter looming over their shoulders, they had but a short span of window to harvest. All the more reason for the frenzy seen among every Greenwood elf.

And Rainion was not free from its effect. If anything, he perhaps rushed more than any other. Who wouldn't when one saw the vacant look in his prince's eyes up so close and personal?

Upon reaching the vicinity of his quarters, Rainion sat down on his bed. He stretched his back and limbs while letting out a hearty groan as he shrugged off the day's weariness.

He was just about to close his eyes when suddenly, his elf ears picked up a faint rustling sound.

It wasn't the rustling of leaves or anything of that sort. It sounded...heavy and deliberate.

Alertness gripped his being as he sat up straight, eyes darting to every corner of his room. He wasn't a warrior and also had no weapon about him. The halls were silent too. Deep into this night, no one had the energy to still be up.

His heart began thumping with anxiety and his mouth tightened to a fine line as he breathed rhythmically, praying to be calmed down.

A gasp involuntarily escaped his mouth when his ears picked up another rustling sound. This time, it was followed by a light chiming of something that vaguely sounded like metal. No, stones.

His body became rigid as tenseness flowed over him. His heart was beating rapidly and fear was rushing towards him with an uncanny speed. It was then that he wished he had at last lit up a candle.

Slowly and surely, he started backing away from his bed and towards his door. He always kept his walking stick close by it and if he could get his hands on it, he could at least have some form of protection.

Step by step, he backed and with each careful placing of his foot, the thumping in his heart grew heavier and more painful as the anxiety in him began doubling gradually.

A bit more...just another step...

He spun around with steepness when the tinkling sound came from behind him. Within a flash, he lunged towards the door. Hastily grabbing his stick, he swung it blindly at the invisible threat, his mind screaming in fear and desperation as an inane sense of survival gripped him tight.

However, the rush of adrenaline he felt drained imperviously away from his body as a cold sensation washed over him immediately after.

His hands began trembling. The grip on his walking stick loosened as he came face to face with the threat, whose features Rainion could distinguish without any difficulty even in the dimness of the hall lights.

His eyes widened and his jaws were parted in such a manner that they threatened to hit the floor. His mind was overwhelmed with a glut of emotions and none of them were friendly in nature.

"Am I so threatening?"

When the other's silky voice broke the tense ambience, Rainion's restraint was broken as well. The fullness of shock slammed against his body and mind. His stick dropped from his hand, clattering loudly against the floor.

Rainion was dumbfounded. For the life of him, he could not begin to comprehend why he was standing before his prince in the darkness of his room. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why the prince had such playfulness in his tone.

"No, no Your Highness. I- I" he stammered when the basics of courtesy slapped him hard in his head as he rushed to greet his prince.

His eyes grew all the more bigger when he was interrupted from his bow and was straightened by a pair of gentle hands which took their time sliding down his own arms.

"My prince, is there—"

"Hush." He gasped out loud when Thranduil rested a slender finger on his lips and graced him a smile.

By the Valar, Rainion could swear—if there ever was a more tantalizing taste of enchantment and sin, he had just tasted it with his eyes, drinking in the lush smile that exuded from those pair of delicate lips.

Caught in a trance, he felt his body move backwards just as Thranduil eased his way inside of his room. Moonlight streamed through the windows into the small quarters, shinning on the Sinda's frame with selective touches that enhanced his beautiful features.

Thranduil's hair was splayed on his back and shoulders in a perfect smoothness, shining in an otherworldly gleam.

The Sinda parted his lips slightly and tilted his head. As he scanned the dilemma on Rainion's face, a strange sense of mirth and amusement gleamed in his starry eyes. And as the moonlight caressed his smooth cheeks and rosy lips, Rainion would find himself trying his best not to keep his eyes long on the other's delicate face, swiftly losing his fight as his heart burned with a sense of awe and lush.

"Do you require my help, Your Highness?" Finally, he gathered enough strength to enquire.

Much to his surprise, Thranduil laughed. It was the sound of sweet chimes dangling in a soft breeze and Rainion soon felt his resolve leaving his being as he was elated with a sense of want and guilt warring within his heart.

"Am I only welcomed here when I only require something?" Thranduil replied, his tone laced with playfulness and eyes shining with an alluring emotion which sucked Rainion without any traces of effort.

Closing the door behind him, the Sinda slowly proceeded to remove his cloak and it was then that Rainion realised which sound he had heard.

It was the sound of this precise fabric and as it dropped to the ground, the exact tinkling sound entered his ears as the ornate beads adorning the expensive robes jingled lightly because of the motion.

"Y-your Highness—" Rainion's breath hitched in his throat, his chest now began thumping once again but this time there was something else mingled with the terror he felt in him...something else that was so forbidden and yet so intoxicating.

Thranduil's eyes bore into his own. As the other elf regarded him, his face displayed a distant look as the prince's eyes seemed to be floating in some far away dream, quickly being filled with lust and want as he allowed a slender hand to caress the side of his neck and collar bone, parting his tunic in the process.

"I may have needs." Thranduil whispered seductively into the others ears, eliciting a shudder as went on, placing his other hand on the elf's chest. "As do you."

For a while, it lingered there, right there— on his heart— which beat with a rapid pace at the very touch. Then very slowly, Thranduil let his hands run up and down against the other's chest, bringing it slowly around his back and nape as he pulled the other closer to his face.

Rainion closed his eyes, hoping desperately to drown the stirrings he felt in his heart but his will was shattered as his eyes darted to the smooth skin peeking out underneath the notoriously thin tunic.

His mouth felt dry and the tug in his chest was becoming unbearable. He tried stepping away from this ethereal creature but all of a sudden, his legs refused to move despite the frantic screams in his mind.

A pressure began accumulating between his thighs and the fire in his heart radiated all throughout his body.

"You do have needs, don't you?" Thranduil's eyes were half-lidden; pure lust spilling from the orbs of bright blue as his voice lowered to a rasp revealing all of its passion and fervour.

"My Prince—I..."

"No titles, my love." Thranduil spoke in whispers and the distant look he had in his eyes drilling into the other's own completely captured Rainion's attention.

Even if he felt confused at Thranduil's declaration, his mind was too clouded to dwell n that point for much longer.

Thranduil's lips were ghosting very near to his own mouth. It brushed past him and seemed like wanting to be claimed before the Sinda moved fractionally, brushing against the other's lips yet again.

Rainion could taste the scent of sweet honey and apples as each of Thranduil's breath hit his lips. The more he tasted, the more his heart wanted to have a feel of those soft supple lips, so inviting and yet so teasing.

The little noises of protest soon began dying down in his mind while his heart guided his hand and placed it on those smooth cheeks caressing them gently. A finger traced the other's delicate jaw line and as it dragged against the nectarine lower lips of the Sinda, Rainion felt his heart skip a beat when a subtle shudder ran down Thranduil's frame.

A slow pressure began growing in between Rainion's thighs. With each of Thranduil's caresses, a scorching passion was left where the elegant fingers drifted, rippling his entire being with an insurmountable amount of want and lust.

Now he could hear no muffled sounds of protests. His heart was fluttering and beating with a yearn which was so enticing in its own way.

Very slowly, Rainion laced his fingers on the strings of the other's tunic, feeling more aroused as they brushed against the smooth skin of his prince. He felt Thranduil heaving slightly, inching closer to him and parting his legs a little.

At the welcoming invitation, Rainion moved closer as well. His body felt a jolt of electricity running down his spine when his member touched a growing bulge between Thranduil's legs.

As a response, Thranduil let out a shrill gasp as he parted his legs even more. His back and neck arched as he bucked his hips towards the other, touching themselves yet again and shuddering when another quiver caressed their frames.

Rainion's arms ghosted all over Thranduil's body. His hands busied themselves tangling in the other's hair, drawing him closer to his own mouth. Thranduil moaned gently, wrapping his arms around the other's neck before pressing his member against the other.

Breath caught in his throat, Rainion smashed their lips together. He lapped his tongue against the other's lower lips and folded his lips over Thranduil's own, sucking and nibbling gently, prompting the other to invite him in.

Thranduil parted his lips slightly and waiting for no further hints, Rainion tilted his head and slid in his tongue, hungrily exploring every nook and cranny of the sweet crevasse.

Tongues clashed; lips met hungrily; moans and gasps filled the room leaving behind wakes of wanton.

They both tilted their heads and let their hands wander to every parts of their hair, back and face as the fire of desire burned brightly in both their hearts.

Rainion tasted the nectar which was pure Thranduil. His tongue caressed and prodded the other's walls of his mouth; it teased Thranduil's lips and rolled over his tongue and when he was met with the weakest of dominances, Rainion surged ahead and deepened his kiss even further as he proceeded to search unknown depths of Thranduil's mouth.

Lungs burned. The film of air thinning in both of them, gasps became sharper. When it was evident that no more could they delay the need for air, they unwillingly broke the kiss and stared at each other for a while.

Thranduil's lips were swollen and his pearly eyes were shining with unhidden flames which reflected thoughts of pure impious nature and a lush that knew no limits.

The moonlight shone brilliantly against his features and it was then that Rainion came to terms with what he already knew. Thranduil was ethereal. And he wanted a taste of this beautiful being.

Clothes flew open.

In a blur, Thranduil was laid down on the bed as a pair of warm lips claimed his own, drifting the trail of kisses to his jaws and down along his neck, collarbones and sternum before settling on one of his taut areas of pink flesh.

Rainion paused there for a while but soon engulfed them one by one. Warmth filled Thranduil's body as he arched his back and spread his legs even further welcoming the other's flushed form all over him.

He caressed the other's back while he claimed Rainion's lips into a deep and passionate kiss before his hands fell to his sides and clenched a fistful of sheets as pleasure coursed through his veins.

He felt himself growing heavy gradually as Rainion's skilled mouth did tricks on his torso. Upon feeling a pair of warm hands on his inner thighs, Thranduil couldn't help but let out another gasp. He was about to stifle a moan escaping out his lips when all his efforts were vain as he gasped out sharply yet again when the pair of hands massaged his inner thighs.

The circling motion slowly came very close to his member and the more they inched forward, more Thranduil's mind thickened with millions of sensations, splashing and mingling with each other into a unique feel of its own.

Blue eyes fluttered close and he stretched his limbs very slowly, dragging his heels across the hard mattress as his heart skipped with a flush of sharpness, melting gently into a soothing emotion before thrashing down with a pleasurable pang.

Before he could let out a moan, he felt his lips being sealed with a pair. His nether regions were now becoming burdened and throbbed with a sweet pain which increased with every passing moment.

Thranduil suddenly broke the kiss and looked straight into the other's eyes. He searched for the love which they normally held; he searched for the warmth he always saw in those orbs of molten chocolat.

But now, they were filled with lust. They were gleaming in a shade of blue and were so different from what Thorin normally held in his gaze.

Before his lips could be captured yet again, Thranduil spoke impatiently, "Enough teasing, meleth. Take me. I can hold out no longer."

The familiar yet different eyes grew darker with more ardour before they focused on a bottle of oil lying closer to the bed.

The other dabbed a generous amount of it on his fingers and member after propping Thranduil in a proper position with his legs around the other's waist.

When Thranduil was relaxed enough, he closed his eyes as his entrance burned as a slick finger was inserted into it. He parted his mouth to let out a slight moan before biting his lips. The other took his time to stretch and prepare Thranduil. Then, when another finger was added, the burn in his backside increased and pulsed at the same rate of his heart where undefined emotions plummeted up and down, even filling his mind in the process.

He arched up slightly and threw his head to the other side when another finger was inserted. By now, he was so hard. His mind was swiftly becoming blank and all the sights and sounds around him dulled away to nothingness.

When it was just becoming too unbearable, Thranduil opened his mouth to protest, only to be sighing out in relief as calloused hands took hold of his hips and raised him slightly before another feeling tore throughout his every muscle.

This was the same burning he had felt before— only slower in its radiation and bigger in its entirety. With patience, it slid inside of Thranduil and as it did, it filled his mind with a certain euphoria that numbed all the bodily pain he would now have to endure.

His skin flushed and beads of sweat dappled all over his form. As the other delved deeper within him, Thranduil's eyes became blearier as pleasure blasted like crackers in his mind and heart. His fists clenched more tightly on to the sheets. He brought his leg up and brushed it gently along the sides of the other.

The feeling was intoxicating. Absolute chills of happiness and thrill ran its fingers all over his form when he was rewarded with sinful touched that enhanced the longing fire he felt deep within his chest.

Thranduil's eyes flew open when the other pushed a little more within him, brushing a sweet and tender spot. It was then that the Sinda's mind exploded with all forms of pleasure, battling with themselves to gain dominance and set reign, only to be replaced by another erotic sensation shoving its way in.

His lungs let out a sharp jet of air and just before his throat was about to relieve a pressure of its own, Thranduil's hand flew open and covered his mouth, just in time muffling a moan that made its way out.

Upon hearing the arousing sound, the other shuddered as he was engulfed by an amorous wave crashing against his mind and body. It seemed he too had reached his border of patience. Thus gently, he shifted his stance and just as slowly began thrusting into the other.

Thranduil bucked his lips and guided himself into the intricate dance of fervour and intensity. Their movement became one of perfect synchrony, entwined in strings of an unheard music. Their bodies became one, rising and falling to every beat of their heart and every swing of emotions flowing deep within them.

Gradually, the thrusts became faster; the hands massaging Thranduil's inner thighs became harder and more desperate, pressing into his flesh as the other slowly climbed to the top of his longing.

Their movement increased in pace and as moments fleeted, the cloud of haze lifted slowly from Thranduil's eyes replacing them with a white light which slowly descended upon him, growing brighter and brighter by the second.

Pants and gasps filled the air. Their bodies were now flushed and hot; hair stuck to both of their faces as thick beads of sweat rolled down to coalesce into bigger droplets.

Harder and harder they rocked; each time one pushed into the other, harder the other became. Each time he pulled away, gratification undulated within the Sinda's heart before it came crashing down as the other pushed again.

Thranduil was heaving; his breath swollen from the pure delight he was experiencing, he grew taut and ripe as the blinding white light swam into his already blurred vision, dimming away the darkness of the room just as his ears began muffling the already unclear sounds around him.

An image floated in his mind. An image of a very familiar face which Thranduil could read like a map. The face he had not seen for so long and the face that managed to bring joy to his heart each time it was graced with a generous smile.

A hand grabbed his member and Thranduil felt a sharp jolt as it began massaging him with all its impatience, making Thranduil quiver in anticipation and bliss as the face in his mind let out a hearty laughter, chocolate brown eyes seemingly drilling its feelings and words into him, filling Thranduil with ecstasy that he could never feel for no other.

The strokes became rougher as did the thrusts. Already Thranduil could feel the beginnings of his release and he darted up to grab the other's face, pulling him down for a deep kiss.

The image in his mind was now swimming away; the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

He had no sense to feel his surroundings; no feel to anything else that was happening to him; he couldn't think, couldn't speak and couldn't hear when all of his senses were blocked. The blinding light sweeping all over him, his mind exploded with myriad of emotions.

Tears ran down his cheeks as Thranduil finally came, crying out a name that was and would never be foreign to his tongue. He was at the peak of elatedness and he felt soaring high like he had never done before.

After a while, his lover too came within him, screaming out something before capturing his lips into one final long kiss.

Slowly Thranduil's senses returned. The bright light was dimming and in its stead, his eyes could pick up the dimness of the room where they had been engaged in a fortuitous act. As he floated down from an unearthly place, he felt so light and content as if he had been burdened with something for such a long time.

The other gently began pulling himself from Thranduil just as the prince uncoiled his legs from him.

Their breaths were swollen and eyes heavy with the sheer want of sleep. The other dropped unceremoniously beside the Sinda and was about to wrap his hand around him. However, Thranduil moved away just in time and stood up. He closed his eyes for a while longer, silently praying for forgiveness before casting one look at the spent form of his lover for the night.

Quietly, he began collecting his clothes and dressing himself as fast as he could. Then without making any further sound, he gingerly opened the door and left for his own chambers.

He didn't turn back.

If he did, he would see a pair of guilt ridden eyes set upon his retreating back, slowly coming to terms with the situation and diminishing the faint form expectation as soon as they rose.


AN: Oookay, so I think I got a weeeee bit overboard with the smut thing.^^;Yeah, Rainion is that OMC from chapter 8. It means 'gracious'. This is an already dangerous line here I'm treading along. I don't normally use OC's...so if this guy comes out as a 'perfect' elf, tell me ASAP! D: Please review~