This is the T-rated version of my mature story "A Night of fulfilled Desires". I cut out the sex and most of the violence scenes. I tried to keep most of the plot, but had to rewrite small details because of the parts that I deleted. If you are over 18 and not opposed to reading explicit sex scenes, I strongly recommend your the uncensored version.

I hope you have fun with either story, and I would appreciate a comment.

"How many dead?" Thranduil hissed in disbelief. His face reflected hatred, though it was not clear whether he hated spiders, or he hated losing. Probably both.

Legolas did not bow like Cwingand, the commander of the army sent to the spidernest, did. He repeated the number and watched another outburst of anger in Thranduil's face. He found for a short time that hatred made his father ugly, but he pushed that thought away immediately.

Thranduil turned away from his two soldiers. He breathed deeply, either to calm himself or to prepare another round of shouting and insults. Finally, his voice had come down to a normal volume, but this did not mean that his words were filled with less emotions.

"Cwingand, you may leave. See to that the wounded are being treated and that a nurse takes a look at your shoulder. Legolas, you stay."

His son did not move but exchanged a quick look with the oak brown haired elf. Cwingand was glad that he could leave and got treated, both because his shoulder was hurting and bleeding, but also because he was sure that Legolas was in for another round of being yelled at by Thranduil.

The king waited until Cwingand had shut the door of the briefing room behind him and then ordered his guards to leave as well and not return until after their midday break. The door fell shut another time and Legolas shrieked by the sound. It meant that he had no choice but completely surrender to his father's enraged mood.

He looked at him expectantly. Thranduil looked back at his son who could see the veins in his face pump the blood through the body.

"Arda, the spiders were too many," Legolas tried to soothe him. But his intent was futile.

"I do not want to see or hear from you before lunch," he said and left the room without looking back.

Legolas fell to his knees the moment that he was alone. Tears dripped out of his eyes and he hid his face in his hands. He rested in this position for a few moments. Then he stood up, supported his hands on the wooden table and caught his breath. He wiped the tears out of his eyes. Father got angry when someone saw him cry. And he did not want to be punished today.

He got dressed and walked out of the room without a hint on his face of what had happened. He joined the soldier's lunch silently. Actually, there was no one who spoke. The few soldiers that had returned and were healthy enough to take the meal at the common table were thinking about what had happened and how the spiders would have nearly had them. Elrond came late, too, and he took a seat, too, without talking at all. However, for Elrond, it was nothing unusual as he was wise enough only to speak when he had something to say.

As soon as it was possible to excuse himself politely, Legolas left the scene and sunk down in front of his desk and looked at the floor. He was so lost in his thoughts and pain that he did not hear the door open and close behind him. Only when he felt a warm breath near his ear did he notice the elf kneeing beside him.

"What happened?" Elrond asked calmly. His voice was like a breeze trying to soften the ocean's maelstrom that was playing inside Legolas' heart and body.

He felt wet tears running over his cheek again. Angrily, Legolas wiped them off, only to find his hand caught by Elrond's.

"There is no shame in crying," the dark-haired elf solaced him and licked the tears off Legolas' hand. He then put his hand around his shoulder, pulling the blonde youngling slightly towards him.

Legolas leaned his head against Elrond's chest and whimpered. "I Adar nîn," he stammered after a while, his voice shaking like the thoughts inside his mind. He felt Elrond's hand wander from his shoulder into his hair and caressing his head. He had never felt such soft touches by his father.

Elrond helped Legolas up and towards the bed. His body started to relax, though still slightly twitching. He lay onto his back and Elrond lay down next to him. He did not say a word but held his hand in silence. It felt comfortable and he wished they would never part again.

In the early evening, Thranduil commanded small troops to patrol the Mirkwood realm. He then called Elrond to him. The Lord arrived at the throne and dropped a small curtsy which seemed to please the Elven-king.

"There is something in this forest that makes its non-Illúvatar children inhabitants aggressive and belligerent. I have sent out our men to guard the peaceful beings, but I want to be sure that we find the source of this change. I would like you to go to Dol Guldur and make sure these abandoned ruins are as abandoned as we think them to be."

Elrond nodded. He had thought about this haunted place before. It had been a while since he, Galadriel, Saruman, and Gandalf fought off Sauron. If a malevolent spirit had returned to Dol Guldur, they should seek it out and prepare a response. Elrond turned to leave as he had heard enough, but Thranduil stopped him. "Take my son with you. I trust you to protect him."

Elrond nodded and, on his way, out, his skin became hot and cold at once. Did that mean that Thranduil approved of their affair? Did he not consider him too old, or not worthy because of his Maya-Human heritage? Did he not want a warrior for his son, a noble Sindar, instead of a scholar half-elven who would soon follow the call to set sail for Aman?

He was awoken of his thoughts when he nearly ran into his lover at the bottom of some stairs.

"Where so hastily?" Legolas asked, a smirk on his lips as he loved the inattentiveness of Elrond being lost in thoughts.

Elrond looked up and melted immediately in the ocean of Legolas' wonderful eyes. "King Thranduil sent us to support the patrolling guards and inspect Dol Guldur."

"Us?"

"Indeed. He specifically asked me to take you with him, Legolas."

"That is a good sign then, I believe. I will pack our horses at once," he said, and Elrond followed him to the weapons chamber.

Less than two burnt standard candle lengths later they were riding their horses towards the south. The last time, Elrond had been accompanied by his then-future mother-in-law and a powerful wizard. Now, he was with a young elf who he was also told to protect at all cost, and this task made him feel uneasy. He knew that he had the role of the protector in their relationship, not only due to his age and experience but also because of his knowledge of Arda and its occupants. His heart ached at the thought of the world east of the Great Sea as his mind involuntarily wandered to the Undying Lands and Celebrían. It had taken him centuries to overcome his grief and turn it into good. He had tried to do his best as Lord of Imladris and father to four children. Now, looking at Legolas, he felt his heartbeat increase and his ears turn red. This young Sindarin prince was filling his life with love that he could give, and he lessened the pain when the two lay together at night, his body warmth spending solace and comfort.

They could not travel fast due to the lack of light. It was a full moon but still, only little light faded through the tree canopies. Thranduil had insisted on their immediate departure and, while Nazgûl preferred to walk under moonlight as well, they had dismounted the horses and led them by the reins to minimise the noise they were making. When there was no light left shining through the thickening leaf roofs to illuminate their path, they agreed to halt and camp for the night.

The two lovers did not dare to make a fire as they feared to be seen. They tied the horse reins to a tree and gave the animals food. Then they sat down themselves on a blanket and silently ate bread. When they were done, they cuddled closer together. It was beginning to get cold as they were not moving anymore, and Legolas was freezing hopelessly.

"Come closer to me," Elrond invited the shaking elf and took him into his arms, lying down. He covered them both in a blanket and they woke up still huddled together the next morning when the first sun rays pierced through the thick layer of leaves and branches.

"Good morning," Elrond said and smiled.

"Morning," Legolas said..

"We should get moving," Elrond then suggested, and they started to get dressed. They still had half a day's ride ahead and they wanted to arrive at Dol Guldur before the night fell again.

"It has been five days since Legolas and Lord Elrond departed," Thranduil snorted and agitatedly walked from his throne to the nearest table, decorated with always at least two bottles of Dorwinion, and back.

"It takes two days alone to ride to Dol Guldur," Galion, a servant to the King, tried to calm his master down.

Thranduil gave him a sharp eye and returned from the throne to pace back to the table.

"Forgive me, my master," his butler then gave the initiative. "But I believe you need to be distracted," he hinted.

Thranduil stopped and looked angrily at his servant. He wasn't actually angry with him; his nerves just lay blank because if there was something, he couldn't stand it was ignorance. He eyed the bottles of Dorwinion for a moment and nodded. Galion went over and poured him a glass.

"Tell me a story," Thranduil asked.

Galion smiled. He indeed had a story to tell.