Title: Affirmation
Characters: Elrohir/Legolas
Prompt: 038. Touch
Rating: M
Summary: Legolas and Elrohir's marriage bond demands replenishment even in the midst of war.
Legolas listened to the faint creak of the oars and the slosh of water against the side of the ship. The wind had not yet strengthened enough to propel the fleet down Anduin to Minas Tirith. He wondered if they would reach the besieged city on time. Sauron's hordes had finally descended on the City of the Kings. He was intent on wiping this last bastion of the Men of the West from the face of Middle-earth.
The faint throb in his backside and wetness between his thighs lured him back from his musings and he turned his head to regard his mate with longing not fully quenched. Since Elrohir and Elladan arrived in Rohan with thirty of Aragorn's folk, there had not been time or space for privacy, much less intimacy. Legolas had thought the Elf-knight's presence would soothe the yearning and frustration he'd endured in the months since his departure from Imladris. But alas, assuagement had perforce been delayed as the preparations for war took precedence.
They had captured the corsairs' fleet at Pelargir and sailed down the great river toward Gondor's capital. But the wind had died down, slowing their progress and forcing them to break out the oars. Watching Aragorn pace the deck in worry and impatience, Legolas decided there were better ways to pass the time than follow the Ranger's example. He'd earlier explored the ship's hold and crew quarters. The first mate's cabin was quite comfortable not to mention on the other side of the deck away from most of the action.
It had not been difficult to convince Elrohir of the wisdom of his plan. One after the other, they left the deck with only Elladan the wiser and rendezvoused in the cabin.
There had been little in the way of play. Not with Legolas so desperate for union with his mate that he'd tossed all prudence to the four winds and demanded that Elrohir pound him into the bunk forthwith. Their coupling had been swift but fierce. Elrohir had not held back but plowed into him as relentlessly as storm-tossed waves battered the coast of Middle-earth.
He cheerfully paid for such forceful usage. Eagerly even. Thinking about how a few months apart had been nigh unbearable, he now wondered how he'd endured centuries away from his Elf-knight in all the years of their liaison. If they came out of this war alive—when they came out of it—he would never again let Elrohir out of his sight for long.
The cries of gulls came through the walls of the cabin. Legolas frowned as the sounds prodded at the ache in his breast. It awakened when he first heard the sea birds in Pelargir. They called him to a place beyond the reach of the mortal races that made Middle-earth their home. But if he heeded the call, he would call another land home. A land of kin as strange to him as the folk he'd met in the course of the Fellowship's journey south.
"If you sail, I will go with you," Elrohir murmured.
Legolas gazed at his spouse. The bond between them had strengthened even further so much so that there were times they knew what the other was thinking even without making the effort to probe for those thoughts.
"What if I resist past the time of Lord Elrond's departure?" he asked. "Will you leave with him and await me in Valinor?"
"You would not like that," Elrohir said with a small smile. "And neither would I. After all this time, I am done with being apart from you. I am done with waiting."
"As am I. But can you stay on with me?'
"Now that we are wed, aye. You will stand in my father's stead and ensure me a place on the straight road when the time comes."
Legolas smiled in relief. "That gladdens me. I confess I worried what the Peredhil's choice portended for us." He ran his knuckles down Elrohir's cheek, admiring the sculpted lines of his face. "I missed you so though but mere months have passed. Almost as much as when we were parted for years. It seems the marriage bond intensified our yearning for each other."
"It is the way of our kind," Elrohir said. "The means by which an eternal espousal can be sustained." An impish grin reminiscent of his early youth curved his mouth. "Father once mentioned that the wedding of the elven spirit also unleashes a nigh insatiable need for bodily union. Abatement only means the reduction of couplings to several times weekly if not daily."
"Daily?" Legolas shook his head. "Small wonder I was famished for your touch." A grin to mirror Elrohir's lit his face. "And since this hunger is but natural after all, we ought to make up for our deprivation while we can."
He moved atop Elrohir, kissing him thoroughly and coaxing the Elf-knight's legs apart. Elrohir returned the kiss with equal ardor, clutching Legolas to him in blatant need. They rutted against each other with abandon, enjoying the frictional slide of their shafts, while their mouths engaged in a spate of hot-tongued duels.
Elrohir suddenly broke their kiss and lifted one leg to curl behind Legolas's thighs. "Have me," he whispered with nigh frantic urgency. "Own me!"
Legolas thought he would spend just from hearing Elrohir's plea. He managed to hold back enough to gather their nascent seed and smear it on his shaft. As Elrohir had speared him earlier with haste, so now did he enter his mate with little preamble. They groaned in pleased concert, happy to fulfill their need to join their bodies in the most intimate fashion possible. Legolas repeatedly thrust into Elrohir, sinking into his beloved as deeply as he could.
It felt like the first time he bedded Elrohir. The same potent brew of awe, desire and victory overtook him as they affirmed their ownership of each other all over again. The bunk creaked noisily under their bodies as they surged and rocked against each other. Legolas fleetingly wondered if it would withstand another coupling then decided the floor would do just as well if the bed did not survive their exertions.
When completion came, it took all his wits to seal their mouths together and stifle their feverish cries. He shuddered deliciously as he spilled his seed even as Elrohir spent between them in turn. He lowered himself upon the Elf-knight and waited for his trembling to cease. Even then, he delayed withdrawing from Elrohir, still relishing the snug soft warmth wrapped around his shaft.
When they parted their bodies, it was to wipe their bellies and backsides with the bed sheet. They rested briefly while their lust was still in abeyance. But the latter did not last very long and being Elves they were soon ready to couple their bodies once more. Thankfully, the bunk proved sturdy enough to bear the brunt of another lively bout of lovemaking.
They were still catching their breaths when shouts from the deck informed them that the wind had picked up anew. Soon the increased speed of the ship as it plowed through Anduin's cold waters grew palpable. Legolas and Elrohir gazed long at each other and then rose from the bunk and drew on their clothing.
Just before they left the cabin, the lovers shared one last kiss. And then they joined the others on deck.
To be continued...
