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Chapter 16: The Problem is in Hand

"You have no idea," Legolas murmured.

Aragorn smiled cheekily.  "Really now?  That good?"

Legolas lifted his head from the pillow, glaring at the King of Men.  "Why are you still here?  Clearly I am not in distress, as you believed."

Aragorn held his hands up defensively.  "No need to get hostile," he backed up several steps, trying to hide his grin behind his outstretched hands, "I'm going."  The man quickly made his way to the door, tossing a final comment over his shoulder, "Have fun…"

"You have a dirty mind!" the elf called out to the retreating man.

Aragorn stuck his head back into the room briefly, informing the Prince, "According to Arwen I've been a sewer-dweller for years now, though I'm not sure that's a compliment."  Aragorn closed the door firmly behind him.

Legolas groaned, pulling the pillow out from under his head and holding it down over his face, muttering about twisted elleths and dirty-minded rangers. 

Legolas rolled onto his back, looking down he realized that he was still very much at attention.  He groaned, Why me?  Clearly this problem is not going away unless I take care of it.  It would seem I have to take matters "into my own hands."

Legolas drew his left leg up till his foot was flat on the bed, pulling the coverlet away from his persistent arousal.  He closed his eyes bringing to mind the vivid dream he had been woken from.  His eyes snapped open as he realized despite the vividness and immediacy of the dream he could not bring the red-head's face into focus.  What the hell?  I know I could see her face.  But now, it's all a blank, just fleeting impressions, but I know it was her.

Not willing to spend the rest of his day in increasingly uncomfortable leggings, he closed his eyes again, retrieving the feelings associated with the dream.  His hand closed around the base of his substantial length.  He knew he was rather well-endowed for an elf of his build, or so he had been told.  The elleths he had lain with had barely been able to wrap their hand around it.

He sighed as he began stroking himself, using long strong pulls, losing himself in the memory of the scent of vanilla, honey and he realized… leather.  He flicked the tip with his thumb on every up-stroke, biting his lip to keep his moans quiet.  His hips bucked, pressing his length into his hand as he lost himself in the sensations. 

Suddenly something clicked and it was HER hand stroking him, HER tongue lightly flicking, tasting the head of his arousal.  Legolas clenched his teeth, a low rumble erupting from his chest as her ministrations pushed him closer to the edge.  She ran the lower ball of her tongue stud around the base of his head, making his thighs twitch, a gasp torn from his lips.  He finally lost it as she took his head in her mouth, pressing the front ball of her stud against him, sucking hard.  He bucked into her mouth groaning his release as she sucked him dry.

Legolas' body fell back to the bed as he slowly became aware of the sticky wetness now coating his hand and his softening length.  He sat up quickly for the second time that morning, looking around frantically.  What the?  She was just HERE!  I FELT her! She…

The Mirkwood Prince leaned back against the pillows, looking down at himself, realization dawning.  She WAS here, in a way.  I pulled her here.  So the link does work both ways.

Legolas only pondered this new information for a moment before throwing off the coverlet and moving over to the washstand to clean himself up.  He noted as he moved that he'd be limping for at least another day and everything else seemed to hurt.  At least his bad knee could bear his weight without collapsing now.

He dipped the cloth into the basin of tepid water, wringing it out before cleaning himself off.  As he drew the cloth across his abdomen, his thoughts were draw back to this new dimension of the visions.  One question still remained, what do you look like?  I cannot see your face in my mind's eye.  A sudden impression struck him, green eyes.  She has green eyes.

Satisfied that he had removed all evidence of his morning's adventure, Legolas moved to the dresser, withdrawing a pair of soft leggings and a tunic to wear before returning to his bed.  His boots were still by the bed. 

He took the washcloth with him, wiping at the coverlet and sheets as best he could.  His clothes he draped at the foot of the bed as he made it, smoothing out the coverlet making sure there was no visible evidence of what had happened.  All I need is to hear it from the twins and Aragorn that I got off on a ghost woman whose face I cannot see.

Legolas sat on the now-made bed and dressed slowing, trying his best not to further aggravate his injuries.  Finally clothed, he pulled his boots on and stood, turning to retrieve the swatch of green silk he had placed on the pillow.  His bow now leaned against the side of the bed.  He had decided against leaving it wrapped in the coverlet.

Legolas looked around his room once more making sure he wasn't forgetting anything.  He brought his hand to his hair, realizing he hadn't braided it.  Instead he pulled a short length of leather from his leggings pocket, there for just such occasions.  Foregoing his usual warrior braids, he opted instead to pull his hair into a half-ponytail, effectively getting it off his face.

Placing his hand in the pocket with the silk, he worked the fabric between his fingers, heading next door, moving carefully, and hoping he was interrupting his old friend.

As soon as he left Legolas' room Aragorn had hurried back to his suite, a salacious grin plastered to his face.  Entering the room, Aragorn was greeted with the delightful sight of his wife sprawled on her stomach, wearing nothing at all, making a come hither motion with her index finger.

Unable to restrain himself, Elessar dropped his leggings at the door, sprinted across the room and leapt onto the bed, making both himself and Arwen bounce for a moment before he pinned her to the sheets.  He kissed her soundly as she giggled, pulling the covers up around them as they took care of some frustrations of their own.

Legolas' eyebrows rose toward his hairline at the sounds emanating from Aragorn and Arwen's suite.  He stood there for a moment, closing his eyes and focusing his hearing so he could make out the muffled words.  If anything, his brows rose higher as he realized exactly how dirty a mouth Arwen had.

At the sound of two sets of soft footfalls, Legolas opened his eyes to find the Perendhil twins standing before him.

"Did they…"

"…wake you up?"

Legolas smiled to himself, "Actually they did."

The twins looked at each other nodding and then to the Prince.

"So…"

"…shall we…"

"… do something…"

"… about it?"

Legolas' smile grew, remembering many past years spent as accomplice to the indomitable twins.  "Absolutely.  What do you wish me to do?"

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