Helm's Deep
/* A.N: Oi! Welcome to the next installment for Of Elves and Men! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, the confidence booster really makes me want to write! ^^; I'm in my computer science class right now, but it's really boring so I thought I do something a wee bit better! ^^ I hope you peeps have been enjoying the story so far, I know I've been enjoying writing it. If anyone has any idea for the next couple to write about, I can probably do a lot of anime and a couple books and such, so any suggestions are welcome seeing as this story is almost done. ^^; Anyway, on with the story! */
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Estel sits by the water spring of Helm's Deep awaiting notice that battle is about to begin. There are so many children and old men fighting, this battle is going to be impossible to win. He hadn't had a chance to speak with the elf since Edoras, much to the frustration of his loins. He had hoped to obtain council from the elf for battle plans, anything to make the night ahead of them easier, but so far all he had achieved was worried glances from everyone.
Estel's thoughts travel back and forth from battle to love and back again over a period of time not entirely known to himself. The sun is traveling down over the side of the battlements and the blur of men about him fade into the blackness of thought.
These thoughts continue on until he hears a certain elf coming up from behind him, purposefully making noise, so as not to startle the human, "Estel. I'm sorry for what have done. I did not mean to disturb you. I must have confused you horribly… For first throwing myself at you, then shoving you away, then yet again throwing myself at you. I simply wanted you to know that I meant not to harm our friendship…" Legolas shifts uncomfortably while waiting for an answer from the man. He eventually gives up and makes to pass by Estel and move further into the keep. "I'm sorry, I'll be on my way."
The man catches the elf's wrist as he walks past and grips it firmly to keep Legolas from leaving. He tugs gently on the elf's arm to get him to come down to his own eye level. Legolas complies and kneels in front of Estel, "You did not harm our friendship, nor me. If anything, you have made me want to fight harder. You see…" Estel pulls on Legolas' wrist so he tumbles towards the man off his center of balance. Estel catches him by the shoulders and holds him only inches away, closed enough to feel the heat coming from Legolas' body. He lowers his voice as well as his mouth to the elf's ear, "I would really like to finish what you started in Edoras." Estel's tongue flicks out and captures Legolas' earlobe and a liquid hot embrace.
The elf melts and falls against Estel while mixing a sigh and a moan for the most erotic noise Estel has ever heard escape from a living being and he groans in response before pushing Legolas gently away.
"What?…" A very confused look crosses Legolas' face before he meets with the gray of his lovers and smiles.
"We must not forget our surroundings." Estel sets the elf back on his knees and leans back a little himself, ignoring the looking being shot at the two of them for their moment of intimacy.
A blush travels across Legolas' features and he lowers his eyes, "No, I suppose we shouldn't." He brings his eyes up to the man's again. "I, too, would like to continue where we left off at Edoras… Very much so." He gets back up to his feet and with one last glance over his shoulder at Estel leaves back towards the main building.
Estel heaves a sigh and lets his head fall as he heads the battle calls being echoed about the keep. He climbs to his feet warily and finds his place among the elderly and the children on the wall looking out on the mass of orcs.
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And so the battle raged. The man thinking only of taking the elf into his arms and smothering him with kisses, while the elf thought only of being smothered by the kisses of the king of men