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"It's really you," Legolas whispered, and held Estel's tear streaked face in his hands gently. He placed his forehead to the young man's. "I love you."
"I love you too," Estel said softly, and leaned into the Elf's warm embrace. He no longer felt the bitter cold from the raging storm, as he was safe in his savior's arms.
"I will never leave you again, Estel. I made a terrible mistake..." admitted Legolas, and he pulled Estel closer to him. "You will never be alone again."
A soft clearing of the throat gently took them back to the other person in the room. Thranduil had a tender look in his eyes and a small smile had formed on his lips. A look of overall peace had descended upon him.
"And I take it you are Estel?" he asked good naturedly, while leaving his place behind his elaborate desk and stood in front of the couple.
Estel lifted his eyes to meet the kind green ones of the king, and he grinned and nodded. "Aye, Sire."
Thranduil placed an elegant hand upon Estel's shoulder in a fatherly gesture. "Please call me Thranduil, young one."
Legolas glanced at his father with loving eyes, and then turned back to his love. "You look exhausted, Estel. Would you like to rest in the guest room?" he asked, remembering to be courteous in this time of joy.
He read the answer in Estel's soft blue grey eyes, knowing that the boy wanted to be close to him.
Thranduil noticed the silent communication and decided to spare his son some embarrassment.
"Legolas, the guest rooms have been neglected as of late as Elves seldom visit Mirkwood any longer. Perhaps Estel can stay in your rooms?" Thranduil's eyes sparkled at the happy and relieved expression upon Legolas' fair face.
"I am also sure Estel is exhausted from his journey, so your presence is not expected at dinner. Please, Estel, relax and enjoy the freedom that you will experience here."
With that, the king nodded his head and strode from the room.
"Come," said Legolas, and grasped Estel's hand. "Lets get you cleaned up and then we can relax."
After a long, hot bath, Estel went to Legolas' rooms, truly feeling welcome in the remarkably cozy caves. The young man knocked, and opened the door at the soft 'Enter'.
Legolas smiled when his eyes took in the sight of the young man and patted the bed beside him. "Join me, dear one. You still must be tired."
Estel returned the gentle smile and went to lie next to the Elf, but then scooted closer to the warm body and tentatively laid back. Legolas immediately fastened his arms around his form and sighed contentedly.
"I am so glad I am here," Estel whispered as he reclined on Legolas' lithe body. The Elf was stroking his hair and softly humming a song of love and happiness.
"Aye, I am as well," Legolas agreed. He was sure he had never felt more complete in his lifetime. He knew that he had not cared for anyone as much as Estel, and was sure that he was his one true love.
The couple sat in silence for sometime before Estel began to drift off into slumber. Legolas noted this quickly and, knowing Estel would feel uncomfortable if he woke up in his bed, gently woke the boy.
"Estel," he whispered, and the blue gray orbs opened slowly. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I'm going to take you to your guest rooms, alright?"
"Aye...sorry I fell asleep..."
"Nay, Estel, it's fine. I just didn't think you would be comfortable sleeping in my bed," Legolas explained when he saw the embarrassed expression on Estel's face. 'He has so little self esteem,' Legolas thought to himself sadly.
He lifted Estel to his feet and held him until he got his bearings. He still took a hold on Legolas' elbow as they began to walk out, and when they reached his temporary chambers, he fell down to his bed, asleep.
Legolas smiled. "Sweet dreams, my love," he whispered, and left the quiet rooms.
Estel struggled to catch his breath in the hot, humid room. Indescribable pain invaded his insides and he struggled to keep from moaning in distress; it would only please Lenwe more.
He felt as though he was drowning in perspiration, as though he would never feel the gift of the cool, soothing breeze upon him again. All he felt, heard and smelt was Lenwe; touching him, violating him, groaning in a perverse pleasure as his characteristic smell of sex and musk filled the room.
"Aii..." Estel had let the small expression of pain leave his bruised, bleeding lips, and to his dismay felt Lenwe chuckle on top of him.
"Does it hurt, waarao'? I'm sure it does, but I have never been in the position as a weak, worthless whore, now have I?" :dirty one:
"Have I, seasa di'thang? Have I ever gone down on bent knee, presenting myself like a wanton one?" He pounded into Estel harder, and whispered, "tell me, Estel." He set such a brutal pace that Estel whimpered and gasped with each thrust. :pleasure slave; whore:
"No! Ai, please, stop!"
"NO!!! Ai...no, he can't be here...he can't be...."
Estel fought back tears as he sat up in his soaked bed, feeling suffocated in the spacious chambers. He frantically felt around for Legolas, but the prince was nowhere to be found. He remembered then that the Elf had left to give him privacy. He was alone.
"Please...just leave me alone...just let me live..." he gasped in a shaky voice, and he laid his head in his hands. Tears leaked out from the red eyes and he wanted nothing more than to feel protected.
Feeling slightly sick, Estel grabbed the basin full of water on his bedside table used for washing and wet a cloth. His hands trembled as pressed the cool, wet fabric to his forehead and his hot cheeks. His heart was beating as though he had run for days without stopping.
"Legolas...I-I need you..." Estel choked out, and he grabbed a sleeping robe that Legolas had lent him and wrapped it around his wet body. He placed the basin on the table and walked toward the door. After he unbolted the door he tentatively stepped out into the dark corridor which was lit by a single candelabrum. Legolas' rooms were near, and within seconds Estel stood in front of the door to his savior's chambers.
Without even knocking, Estel opened the door slowly and peered inside. Seeing that Legolas did not stir, he walked inside the small rooms. He made his way to the large bed, and studied the slumbering beauty that lay upon it. The Elf sighed softly and shifted to his side, but the glazed midnight eyes didn't clear.
"L-Legolas," Estel whispered, and immediately the eyes came into focus upon Estel's form.
"Estel," Legolas said softly, squinting his eyes in the dim candlelight. "Has something happened?" He then noticed the tear streaked face and the tremulous legs, and he opened his arms in an invitation. Estel fell onto the bed and wept his sorrow onto Legolas' shoulder, feeling safe once again.
"They will come for me," Estel said after while, and his voice was full of fear. "I will no longer be able to stay here...and I will never see you again."
Legolas gently kissed a lock of dark hair. "I will fight for you and the truth. I love you and I will do anything to ensure your happiness and peace. I will not let Lenwe destroy the man that I love."
Estel looked up into Legolas' eyes as his sobs quieted. He saw devotion and affection, along with truth. He had never seen eyes so wonderful and comforting in his life.
"The feeling as I left you was one of agony. I would never hold you again; I would never hear your lovely voice or be able to feel your breathtaking soul again. I wanted to die..."
"No..."
"I wanted to turn back and gather you in my arms and tell Elrond that he has been blind. I should have done that...I hate it that Lenwe almost got to you again. I should have been there...I promised you..." The blue eyes were shining and a single tear fell down the handsome face.
"It wasn't your fault, you couldn't have come back for me...Elrond would have hunted you down..." Estel whispered, and brushed away the tear on Legolas' face with his hand.
Legolas grasped Estel's hand with his own and laced their fingers. "I know," he said softly and gently as he kissed the back of the young man's hand. "But I still should have tried to do something."
They sat in silence for awhile, savoring the other's closeness. Soon they drifted off into a peaceful sleep, each cradling the other.
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