Wow...I'm so sorry its been so long, and I'm sorry this is short, but I needed to give you a snippet for all of your fantastic, lovely reviews.


Elrond drew the blanket closer around his naked form as he gazed out his windows once more. Lenwe was on the luxurious bed behind him, nursing his bleeding cheek with a warm cloth. Tears gathered in the half elf's steely eyes as a thought began to register with him; Estel was gone.

Lenwe had burst into their chambers with a dangerous rage and hate in his teal eyes as blood dripped down his face from the wound Estel had inflicted. Elrond had been startled and immediately went to his lover, and listened in disbelief as Lenwe seethed that Estel had attacked him and then fled.

Now just moments later Elrond was feeling as helpless as he did when Celebrian had been attacked. He had tried to heal her soul, but she had locked him out, and the emotion of bitterness and loneliness had invaded his mind soon after she had sailed. He couldn't stop her, and now he felt like he had lost his son for good.

After long minutes of thinking and brooding, Elrond decided to show his love for his son in a last attempt to bring him back. He threw the sheet down and swept over to his large wooden wardrobe. He whisked open the doors and grabbed a plain tunic and selected a pair of black riding leggings in one of the drawers.

"Just what are you doing, Elrond?" Lenwe drawled, knowing full well what the answer was.

"I'm going after him," Elrond replied as he slipped into the riding outfit. "I cannot push him farther away from me."

Lenwe turned and rolled his eyes at the fatherly tone in Elrond's voice. "It's a wonder that you start caring for him now, Elrond, when you totally ignored the abuse that the Mirkwood bastard inflicted," he said in an icy tone, and heard Elrond stop in his tracks behind him.

"W...What?" Elrond asked as his heart stopped from the cruel words of his lover.

"Oh Valar, Elrond, do not play the infamous game of denial; it tires me. I'm exceedingly surprised that you would go after your so called 'son' after so many years of blatantly leaving him out of your life..."

"Stop it," Elrond growled through gritted teeth. His blood boiled at the words from Lenwe and his hands balled into fists. The old fire that had lied dormant for years was resurfacing again.

Lenwe turned back to face him and gave a smirk. "Do not tell me what to do, my lord. I have had you under my spell for some time and I do not think you will escape from it soon," he whispered silkily, and his eyes burned with a flame that breathed cruelty and malice. He lay on his side once more and pulled the sheets around him. "Go Elrond. Rescue your human son and try to prove that you actually do care for his existence..."

A single tear fell out of Elrond's left eye, and the half elf felt utter self loathing and hatred to the elf on his bed. Too troubled and worried about Estel to argue and get into a screaming match, he slid his sword into his belt and left the room, after slamming the door behind him.

Lenwe's smile grew as he realized that he had bested Elrond. He had grown tired of him, anyway, despite using his body whenever he pleased. He stretched and fell back asleep, sincerely hoping that a stray orc would end Elrond's life.


Legolas awoke to a familiar sensation that morning, but with Estel in his bed, it made the situation very delicate. His member was pressing up against Estel's leg and, fearing that he would frighten the boy, Legolas jumped out of bed and fled to his bathroom.

Sleeping with Estel all night, breathing in his musky, spicy scent and feeling his warm body had made Legolas' desires skyrocket. The elf, despite the guilty feeling he knew would follow, relived himself of his arousal. His breathing quickened just before he reached his climax and as the feeling of calm and ecstasy left his system, Legolas fought back tears. Estel had been through so much abuse and Legolas felt terrible for feeling these sexual feelings toward the boy.

He felt like he should be able to help these feelings, but in reality he couldn't; Elves were loving beings who craved passionate, physical contact. It was unusual for an Elf to be chaste after they reached their majority and their bodies matured.

Feeling drained and uneasy, Legolas opened the door to the bathroom slightly and peeked at his lover.

Estel seemed to be asleep as his back was toward him, and Legolas smiled at the simple beauty of the boy; the curve of his hips, the soft dark hair and the long limbs.

Unbeknownst to Legolas, however, Estel indeed was awake, and was in the same predicament that Legolas had found himself in just moments ago.


Estel woke when Legolas' body left the bed and cool air rushed under the warm covers. He thought of turning over to ask where Legolas was going, but thought he needed to use the bathroom and kept quiet. Then comprehension dawned on him; he was hard.

He had not woken up like this for months and when he did, he never acted on it. He felt dirty in wanting pleasure after being Lenwe's slave and ignored his body's pleading. He did the same now; he closed his eyes and tried to will his erection away.

Yet Legolas' sweet smell of the forest still clung to the sheets; that masculine, even sensual smell kept Estel aroused much to his dismay. 'Please, please let this go away...' Estel prayed to the Valar, and with relief he felt his desire fading. Within minutes he was back to a normal state.


Just as Estel settled back into the covers, Legolas came out from the bathroom. Estel turned over to smile at the elf, and was slightly puzzled at what he saw. Legolas' cheeks were brightly flushed, even though the room was pleasantly cool.

Nevertheless, Estel grinned and Legolas returned the gesture. The boy sat up in the bed and stretched, and only Legolas' training as a warrior kept him from growing aroused once more. He actually sat down on the bed, and gently cupped Estel's face with one hand. He drew it to him closer until he was close enough to meld his lips tenderly onto Estel's.

Estel closed his eyes in bliss and returned the kiss softly and shyly. Legolas' kiss was not demanding and harsh like Lenwe's, but delicate and passionate.

After sweet moments the kiss ended, and the two were left looking at each other.

"Amin mela lle, Estel," Legolas whispered. : I love you, Estel:

"Amin mela lle, nin vala," Estel replied, and he placed a small kiss on Legolas' lips once more. : I love you, my angel:


Elrond urged his horse, Voronwer, on faster. It was still dark and mist from above made the air humid and close. Elrond's mind was reeling with anger and hope.

Lenwe had angered him so badly that he was still shaking two hours later. What had he been thinking when he had taken the tutor as his lover?

There had been two true loves in his life; one that he had been robbed of, and the other he had broken and pushed away.

Elrond urgently kicked his horse and whispered to him to go as fast as his legs could carry him. He needed to get to Mirkwood as fast as he could.


Legolas and Estel had two full days of bliss. They could not be separated from each other and Thranduil watched with growing fondness for the Lord of Imladris' son.

The elf and man shared nothing more than rather innocent kisses, even though it seemed like both wanted to do more. They still slept in the same bed chastely, but both kept their desires and needs locked up until they knew that they could go farther without hurting one another.

These two days were darkened by the knowledge of knowing that soon, someone from Rivendell would arrive. Legolas often saw Estel gazing off into nothingness, as he was brooding and encased with thought.

On the third day, they were all in the library; Thranduil, his son and his lover. The king had called them to him to help with a battle plan to fend off the spiders, as more lives were being taken each day.

"How can they be breeching the east side of the forest? We have many skilled warriors there who have been taught to take the monsters out with one stroke!" Legolas exclaimed, and Estel noticed a hint of fury and despair in his voice.

Thranduil sighed and looked utterly exhausted. "I do not know, Greenleaf; all I know is that the casualties have been growing in that one area."

"Perhaps there is something else aiding them..." Legolas wondered aloud.

"Orcs have been praying along the borders to Imladris," Estel began softly, and the two elves turned to him. "It would not surprise me that they have now reached Mirkwood as well."

Legolas nodded his approval. "He is right, ada. My only question is why anything hasn't been reported?"

"Because it's exceedingly easy to get into your lands unnoticed, Prince," came a familiar voice. All who were in the room whirled around to find Lord Elrond standing there with a smirk on his face.


"You," Thranduil whispered, and there was venom present in his voice that Legolas had never heard before.

Elrond nodded, the twisted little smile still present on his pale face.

"How did you get in? My guards would have never let you pass!" Thranduil claimed, his voice fierce.

"Exactly proving my point to your son; your lands are barely secured, Thranduil. I came in through the back, snuck into the caves and I find myself here with you now. I have come to take Estel back with me, away from your horrible son."

Thranduil took three swift steps before Legolas could stop him and backhanded Elrond with all of his strength. Elrond, even though he was known for his grace, stumbled.

"Insult my son ever again and I will make sure your last hours are of pain," Thranduil whispered into Elrond's slightly pointed ears. Elrond's steely eyes met the King's emerald ones coolly.

Thranduil turned to his stricken son. "Go," he ordered. "I need to speak with Elrond."

The two, hearing Thranduil's weary tone of voice, obeyed and left the room quickly.


Thranduil pushed Elrond away from him and walked away, threading a hand through his golden hair.

"One would think you would have more sense, Elrond, to realize that Lenwe, the traitor of the Battle of the Last Alliance, would have never changed his ways of cruelty!" Thranduil exclaimed, and his voice grew louder with each word.

"I am the lord of an entire realm and I believe-" Elrond began heatedly, but Thranduil interrupted him.

"Damn you and your pride! Your son has been hurt and torn by this poisonous elf that you allow into your bed! Have you no heart? Have you no compassion?" Thranduil shouted furiously, and his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His anger and memories of rejection and hurt invaded his sense to act respectfully.

Elrond openly looked startled from this admission. "What happened to you?" he asked in barely a whisper. He couldn't believe that the venomously emotional king that was standing before him had once been his lover hundreds of years ago.

"You happened to me, Elrond, and you damn well know it. I was crushed by you and I have never been the same since that fateful day."


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