Revelations by Númenora
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Rating PG-13
Warning: this is Slash m/m. Again, this is a slash story; if you don't like or approve of these type stories, please do not read it. This is a simple work of fiction and is not meant to make you think, nor is it trying to be a great piece of literature. It is simply something I wanted to write and share; if you don't like it, you are welcomed to give constructive criticism, but I would appreciate it if people refrain from flaming (they serve no purpose except to be mean and juvenile).
A/N: For a while, I will be using both 'Estel' and 'Aragorn' depending on the mood of the scene; this will be necessary since he hasn't really decided how he feels and Legolas still thinks of his love as Estel. He too will have to wait until Estel/Aragorn decides one way or the other. Most Elvish endearments are translated and are taken from other LOTR fanfiction and found on various websites.
This chapter is unbetaed, all mistakes are mine.
Thoughts in italics
Chapter Three
"Acceptance"
'Was there ever anyone in my life—who professed to love me—who didn't lie to me?'
The young man stood uncertainly. He felt like someone drowning in turbulent water, deep and cold, waiting to be pulled ashore and the person holding his lifeline was the blond beauty staring at him with as much trepidation as Estel felt.
"You shouldn't think of this as having been laid to, Estel. Your family was only protecting you from a real and true danger."
"They should have told me—you should have told me! Someone should have..." Estel was tired all of a sudden. The feelings of anger and betrayal that had been sustaining him for so long suddenly dissipated. "Legolas," he said tearfully.
With tears of compassion (and relief), the slender Prince ran to the lost soul and slipped his arms around him, burying his nosed in the freshly washed hair lying between the man's neck and shoulder. "I do believe you've grown some more, my Love. There seems to be more you than I remember."
"You are exactly the same...I have missed you." Mortal hands were moving up and down the wood-elf's back over his elegant purple robe.
"I have missed you, too. When I didn't hear from you...I didn't know what to think. I had just decided I would go to see you in Rivendell when you arrived here. I'm happy you are well—physically, at least. Are you hungry? I can get the food just over there."
"No, don't let go of me just yet." They stood embracing each other until Estel began to sway.
"You really should rest; when did you last sleep?" Legolas inquired, pushing the exhausted male closer to the bed.
"I don't remember; I walked and ran for days on end it seems."
"And where was your mare?" The Prince handed his love the borrowed leggings for him to don.
"Still in Tharbad, I imagine. It's strange—I never thought to bring her. Or, perhaps, I just wanted to leave everything I thought I knew behind me. I wasn't exactly thinking rationally as you've seen."
Laying the leggings on the bed, the freshly washed male untied and began to remove his robe; that is until he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. Glancing at the Prince, he laughed a genuine laugh for the first time since his birthday four months ago.
You are precious, my love, he thought. Legolas was staring wide-eyed with his mouth open. He had never seen the young man unclothed before. The closest that he'd ever come was when Estel was thirteen and he bared his boyish physique while changing his shirt in front of the blond elf.
Estel reached over and closed those lovely lips by placing two fingers beneath the delicately pointed chin.
I shall die with a blush on my face! With a look of chagrined, Legolas turned around, allowing the man some privacy to dress. Ai, how he's grown!
"They are on now, my Prince," The still shirtless Estel chuckled.
"You are so beautiful...so very beautiful" Legolas said in awe in that husky way the man loved.
"I believe you have that backwards; you are the beautiful one. I am the ruggedly handsome one," he said in jest to the staring elf. He was planning to continue along this line of teasing when his exhaustion overwhelmed him and he began to sway once more.
Legolas moved forwards and caught him pushing him down to sit on the coverlet. "You must rest, now."
The future King swung his legs up on the bed as he laid his head on the pillows fluffed lovingly by his intended. "Can we finish discussing...you know...everything?"
"When you awaken, I promise we will talk about whatever concerns you. Just...just give me a chance to explain my part?" The Prince was still uncertain.
"I am no longer angry with you. I'm just adrift and nothing feels familiar—besides you." A huge yawn followed this declaration and his eyes drifted close.
"That's it; close your eyes and sleep, Meleth (love)."
"Will you stay—at least for a while?"
"I will guard your sleep, fear not." The blond wood-elf draped a soft blanket over the now sleeping figure and after placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead, he pulled a chair close and began to guard the sleep of the person he loved more than his own immortal life.
King Thranduil's study much later...
The King of Mirkwood was fuming; his outward appearance gave no indication of the turmoil inside, however (a skill that he has perfected over the many centuries as a ruler). He stared fixedly out of his study window at nothing in particular as he tried to discover how he let this situation with Legolas and Estel occur and not realized that it was going on.
Ai, Elbereth—how could this be? How was it possible for a mortal man who has been dead for nearly three thousand years to still be able to cause strife for his (Thranduil's) family? "You betrayed my dear adar Oropher and I blame you for his death, Isildur; and now you threaten to cause me my youngest offspring? I will not allow it—your...progeny...will never take my Legolas. I swear as long as I draw breath, I will not allow this to continue!" The blond monarch raved, waving his fist, allowing emotion to finally show on his face.
"They say that talking to oneself is the first sign of failing mental health," said an amused, familiar voice.
Thranduil dropped his clenched fist as he turned towards the speaker standing in the open door to the study. Any other time, he would be thrilled to see his old gray-clad friend. But, his ill mood prevented him from feeling any delight he normally felt when Gandalf made one of his unannounced visits.
"I have no time for you or your inane since of humor, Istari." Still fuming green eyes flashed as they stared into twinkling sapphire ones partially obscured by bushy brows and the Maia's signature pointy gray hat—eyes not all impressed by the King's show of pique.
"I would ask what has gotten you so riled, but from your diatribe, I can deduce that you are unhappy about the love between Legolas and young Estel Elrondion." Coming further inside, Gandalf the Grey continued, "You can not stop the cause of true love; it will have what it wants—they will have what they want. The old should either help or step aside."
"Why are you here, besides to depart unwanted or unasked-for wisdom?"
"I am here to make sure that Mirkwood's normally wise and fair King does nothing to ruin his reputation or threaten the future of Middle-earth by imprisoning or—Valar forbid—slaying the 'Hope' of the free peoples of the known world!"
"Why must you and my friend Elrond go on so about Isildur's accursed descendent? After the Númenórean took the One Ring, I should have followed my first instinct to hunt him down and destroy not only him, but his entire family. If I had, none of this would be happening now!" Thranduil pulled out the chair to his impeccably organized desk and sat down. Gandalf was always amazed at the contradictions that made up his handsome friend. He chuckled as he realized he often had the same thought about Elrond—both rulers were worth his study. Thranduil could be kind and fair in many instances; especially where his people were concerned. But he also had the reputation (often well-earned) of being volatile and rash and overly passionate (like now) and one would think that with these aspects of his personality, his study would be in disarray. But this was not the case as he was almost puritanical when it came to cleanliness. Perhaps, the Istari thought, it was because he was both Sindarin and a Wood-elf who were different from other elves like the Noldor.
Elrond, who was Noldor, was Thranduil's near opposite; the Lord of Imladris, like Thranduil, was kind and fair. But unlike him, he had a serenity about him and one would be most hard-pressed to recall a time when he lost his temper or acted rashly. The Elf was the picture of dignity and grace, but his study, as well as his other personal spaces, reflected none of these attributes. The study, library and his suite of rooms were studies in clutter (organized clutter according to the Lord of Imladris)—that gave others hints at the passion that lurked beneath the surface of the Noldo's reserved exterior. Yes, both rulers were worth his study—but at another time. His efforts were needed elsewhere—namely with Estel.
Turning his attention back to the silent King, he watched as the elf slowly rotated his mug of (now cold) tea. Unknown to Gandalf, the Monarch's only daughter Indis had brought in herb tea in an effort to soothe her father (she knew he'd still be beside himself) and some fruit and bread to replace the dinner he never ate. Neither was consumed.
Responding to Thranduil's declaration, the Istari said, "Yes, my old friend, you could have slain the entire Royal Family of Gondor; and you would have been justified in killing Isildur for his actions, but you do not murder innocents. None of his children nor his wife was responsible for his actions...and neither is young Estel even though he has to bear the burden of righting that most grievous wrong. He needs our support—he needs Legolas' support. They truly love each other and I believe that they are destined to be together."
Sounding very tired, the Sindar asked, "Your beliefs are your own, but you never did properly answer my question; why are you here? How did you know that he was here—did you send him?"
"No, Mellon. I was in Rivendell to ascertain how the young man took to the news of his true heritage. It had not gone so well and Estel...Aragorn...practically withdrew from his family and friends. He then asked his brothers to take him to see his mother. Elrond said that the boy would be staying there with her for a while; in fact, he feared that his son would never return to his home and his ada. I decided to go and speak to Aragorn and do what I could to put him at ease and to help him see that no one deceived him out of malice and that his safety was paramount. On the way over the Misty Mountains, I met Elladan and Elrohir who were trailing their young foster brother whom they believed was headed here to see Legolas. Estel had just become aware that the Prince had also known the truth. I wanted to insure that the two of them had the chance to talk; and I knew that if anyone could help our young man, the lovely Legolas could."
"What? Are you saying that that mortal came here to blame Greenleaf for his problems?"
"I'm saying no such thing!" Gandalf said a bit heatedly. Then more calmly and with sympathy for the worried parent, "I'm saying that he is understandably confused and hurt and he feels all alone. He may have felt that Legolas should have told him what everyone else in Middle-earth seemed to know, but I believe that his real reason for coming here was so that his beloved could make everything better. You should have seen the two of them together two years ago. Anyone looking at them could see that they were perfect for one another and their love was deep—is deep—and genuine."
"I think that I'm beginning to empathize somewhat with our Gondorian heir; it seems that I, too, was kept in the dark about something that was to affect my future. No one felt it necessary to tell me that my Greenleaf and Elrond's ward were this close, is that it? You never felt the need to inform your 'old friend?'"
"The news was not mine to tell. Perhaps, Legolas was afraid to tell you or he just wanted to wait—who knows? Why don't you sit down and discuss it with your child. I just ask you to give the two of them time to help Aragorn; it will be in all our best interest in the long run." Looking at the fruit and bread sitting undisturbed on a crystal plate, the Maia reached over the desk and grabbed an apple, "Since your manners have obviously retired for the evening, I'll just help my self; I've missed my supper this evening."
"I wouldn't mention ill manners! After all, I'm not the one who turned up unannounced in Mirkwood—that would be you and that...and Estel." The King was tired of raving all of a sudden and part of his good humor returned as he watched the wisest being he knew eat with the enthusiasm of a Hobbit—apple juice soaking in his beard. "Enjoying your 'supper?' Why don't you tell me what you've been up to besides chasing after orphans?"
Chuckling in between bites while reaching for more fruit and some bread, Gandalf the Grey began to regale the golden King seated across from him and for a while, he made him forget his troubles—troubles in the personages of the two very attractive males slumbering in the stylish suite generally reserved for Thranduil's 'most welcomed' of guests.
August 21, TA 2951 (just after 1 in the morning)
Estel's Guest Suite...
Sitting with his bare feet drawn beneath him, Legolas slept soundlessly in Elven dreams in the grand wing-back chair positioned close to the large bed where the object of the Prince's affections lay sleeping not so soundlessly. An anguished whimper penetrated Legolas' revelry and his cerulean blue eyes slowly refocused. Moving closer to Estel, he cooed calmingly as he rained light kisses over the man's face and brushed his thumbs delicately across thickly lashed eyelids. The musical whisperings seem to penetrate Estel's troubled dreams, and he calmed down and slept peacefully again.
The Prince sat quietly next to the sleeping figure for some time until he noticed his own thirst. Standing carefully to keep from waking the 20-year-old, Legolas reached up to the wall sconce and turned up the flame slightly to illuminate the room just enough to light his way to the table where the food was left earlier in the evening. Casting the cumbersome robe he was wearing aside, he picked up one of the goblets and poured some water into it. Plucking a few strawberries from the plate nearby, he moved back to his original seat and began watching over the slumbering figure once more. You really are a feast for my eyes a'maelamin (my beloved). With the subtle, but adequate, light casting a glow over the young man, Legolas allowed himself the luxury of reacquainting himself with the reality of Estel Elrondion. It was amazing to the young Prince how much he had changed in the two years since they were last together. Any boyishness that had been present then, was no longer evident in the mortal. Considered slender by human standards, he was still broader than most elves (which included Legolas), his body showing smooth, tone muscles on his strong shoulders and arms as well as his slightly hairy chest and flat stomach.
The Elven archer loved watching the play of light and shadow move tantalizingly over the sleeping form. Placing the goblet and forgotten strawberries on the bedside table, the fascinated wood-elf scooted closer to the edge of his seat so that he could get a better look. Unable to resist, he ran his hands along the arm closest to him, holding the hand as he examined each lightly calloused finger. Turning the hand over, he placed a gentle kiss on the palm before turning his attention to the torso once again.
'Greenleaf' slowly removed the blanket that had worked its way down and partly off the man when he thrashed in his sleep. With a totally unobstructed view, the enthralled blond placed his pale, slender hand on one tanned pectoral muscle of the chest laid out before him. He liked the feel of unfamiliar chest hair against his palm; with a pleased grin on his face, he became emboldened, letting his thumb and forefinger examine the brownish nub pebbling under the warmth of his questing fingers' caresses. A moan escaped in response to Legolas' explorations and stilling his hands, his eyes flew guiltily to Estel's face. He breathed a sigh of relief when the young man continued to slumber.
Allow him to sleep undisturbed for he's been through so much. He doesn't need you poking and prodding him! The blond elf scolded himself. But it has been so long since we've been together and I've never before seen him thusly; just a little more and I'll leave him be. Legolas felt an uncharacteristic naughtiness that was reminiscent of his brother Elurín when he was planning some mischief. He decided that Estel's pectorals were probably too sensitive for his explorations; testing the theory, he touched his own in the same manner he had touched his beloved and was shocked at the sensations. No wonder you reacted so, Coramin (my heart), this is most pleasurable! I shall have to remember this for some future time, he thought, naughtiness still in full bloom.
Glancing at the handsome face once more to make sure the Estel still slept, he next placed his hands on the finely toned abdomen, allowing his fingers to trace each distinct muscle and groove between them and beneath the surprisingly soft hair. Exquisite, beloved! Sooo fine and strong are you. Following the line running the center of the flat plane of flesh, the entranced elf allowed one digit to dip into the hirsute navel. Giggling (silently) like an elfling with a new toy, the prince contemplated placing his tongue where his forefinger was exploring the depression. Perhaps not! He decided to continue following the line leading into and out of the navel, noting as he did that the dark hair was getting a bit thicker the further down it went, hinting at even more dense follicles hiding beyond waistband of the leggings. Legolas desperately wanted to see what he only got a glimpse of earlier—the partially untied robe hiding that part from the startled blond's view.
What a wicked elf you are, Legolas Thranduilion! I can not believe that you are seriously considering invading Estel's privacy by peeking inside his clothes. Isn't it enough that you have been unashamedly molesting him? He's just so lovely...
Pretty—no, beautiful—feet. The young royal became distracted from his earlier thoughts of undressing his obsession and moved further down the bed towards the future ranger's well-formed lower legs. He discovered that the hair just above the ankles was coarser than the softer hair on the chest and stomach, but was sparser, with none on the ankle itself or the feet. Those beautiful feet! The skin looks as soft there as his face. The Prince caressed the skin to see if this was the case and was pleased to note that it was nearly so. He let his hands move over each foot one after the other starting at the areas just under the ankles, then down to examine each toe just as he had the fingers on the hand closest to him. The feet were truly fascinating Legolas; especially as he began moving his digits along the veins and fine bones running the surface before moving to the soles where he noted the skin texture to be thicker and less smooth. The pads and balls were like the tips of the fingers and palm of the man's hand—lightly calloused, but not at all unappealing. They are still wonderful, he thought. And to punctuate this, the lovely wood-elf graced each foot with the same treatment as the palm by placing gentle kisses on the tops and on each shapely toe.
"Enjoying yourself, my Love? I know I am," Came a pleased, teasing voice.
Caught with his lips brushing against a small digit, Legolas sat up slowly, marshalling his composure before turning to face the speaker awaiting an answer. "I was...I...you are awake, A'maelamin (beloved). Are you better?"
"I am better, but do not try and change the subject. What were you doing, just now, Coramin? I'm am not complaining, mind you; it is not everyday a simple mortal such as me awakens to find the most beautiful elf who ever walked Middle-earth placing kisses upon his feet." The 'simple mortal' was thoroughly enjoying the situation as evident of the mirth displayed on his sleep-tousled visage.
"You are no simple anything!" He was stalling, though he meant the statement. "Would you believe that I was trying to make certain that you suffered no injuries during your relentless trek from Eriador, across the Misty Mountains to Mirkwood?"
"No, my Perfect Prince; try again."
"You wound me, Estel." That pout upon Legolas' face was nearly Estel's undoing.
The blond was so ravishing, but the man resisted and waited for him to continue—this should be good, he thought.
"But, to answer your question...they called to me."
"Excuse me?" An eyebrow lifted questioningly, Estel sat up straighter against the hand-carved headboard. "My feet called to you? I had no idea they were so talented—they obviously have good in taste calling to you."
"They are talented as well as beautiful and they do taste good." Legolas said with a mock serious face that was belied by delicate pink staining on his dimpled cheeks as he made the clever witticism.
This made Estel laugh outright. "What did they say specifically?"
In an imitation of a suffering-filled voice, the Prince 'translated.' "'We are so tired and weary! Please, we need your caring touch.' I was so filled with compassion that I had to kiss them to make them well again."
"Truly, now? I must let Lord Elrond and the other healers know this"
"Truly! My mother and my ada used this method whenever I had some injury." Unable to continue straight-faced, Legolas dissolved into laughter and was joined by his human companion. To quiet himself and Estel, he placed one hand over each of their mouths when their mirth escalated, threatening to wake the entire floor. "Shhh, or we will have unwanted company and you will never get back to sleep!" Then, more soberly, "I am sorry that I disturbed your sleep; I couldn't seem to help myself."
"Well, with talking feet and all! Tell me, Legolas—did my navel and chest speak to you as well?" Estel caught the Prince off guard with this knowing question.
"You were awake! But, for how long?" The blond was incredulous. Why didn't you let me know? Ai!"
"And miss such adoration? I think not. Please, A'maelamin, do not be embarrassed; I enjoyed every moment of it. Had I been in your place, I would have been so moved and with less restraint than you showed," the mortal admitted graciously and truthfully.
"Thank you for saying this. Are you hungry now?"
"I could eat a little something; Legolas, you do not have to wait upon me." This as the elf stopped Estel from getting up and choosing himself to get the plate of fruit and cheese.
"Thank you, Love of Mine."
Handing a goblet filled with water, the Prince smiled at the ravenous adan, and then reached to the nightstand to retrieve his abandoned strawberries. "More? Ah, I didn't mean mine!" He said after one of the red berries was plucked from his hand. He returned the favor by plucking a morsel of cheese that was making its way to the culprit's lips.
They continued like this, alternating between feeding each other and swiping each other's food until the plate was empty. Wiping some small bits of cheese from the young man's beard, Legolas broached the subject they temporarily abandoned earlier. "Would you like to talk, now? You can ask me anything," he said shyly and a bit apprehensively.
"Yes, I'd like that. You said you would tell me your part in all this; I am no longer upset with you, but I am curious."
Nodding, the blond began, "First, I wish to state that it was never my place to tell you about your true history; that duty was your father's alone. Because of the real harm that could befall you, he told very few people about you and he never meant for me to be one of those few. I found out by accident. I was in Adar's study going through some scrolls and parchments that belonged to my naneth—it is something that I do when I miss her. I was reading a poem that was her favorite when my King and Gandalf came in. They were arguing—which was nothing new, for they regularly rehashed the same arguments that they been revisiting for centuries. I didn't feel the need to make my presence known since they generally ignored me at such times. It was then that I learned that Lord Elrond had taken a mortal child and his mother into his care and protection.
"Gandalf was asking Thranduil to offer sanctuary in Mirkwood to this young boy should the Forces of Evil discover his whereabouts in Imladris. Our palace is a fortress unrivaled anywhere and the Istari wanted that option for you and your mother. My father wanted no part of it; he still feels the loss of his adar keenly and blames Isildur for allowing the Evil that killed him, as well as friends dear to his heart, to continue. He was never interested in keeping Isildur's line safe 'til the day the throne of Gondor is restored. He...he thought that your ada Elrond was being too sentimental in taking on this task and my father felt that he--Lord Elrond—was motivated by his desire to keep his brother Elros alive. My ada, said that he understood this desire, but he didn't share it.
"I knew how my father felt, but I didn't agree with his reasoning; so, I did something that I had never before dared—I interrupted and asked my father to reconsider. I reminded him that this child—you—and his mother were innocent and that neither was responsible for a sin that was committed three thousand years ago. I begged their forgiveness for interfering, but I felt deeply about it. After a time, he promised me that he would consider it further; hopefully the time wouldn't come. Afterwards, he and Gandalf swore me to secrecy. I told them that I understood and that I would never divulge the information that was inadvertently imparted to me and I never have." The Prince waited for his audience to digest all that he heard.
"Thank you for telling me and you are right; this information was for Adar and my mother Gilraen to tell me about."
"You do understand why he waited to tell you, don't you?"
"Partly...I'm not sure...I still don't know how I feel..." Estel's voice trailed off in uncertainty.
"Consider this; think of the life that you have lived so far—before learning the truth. Weren't you well-loved by your family and happy? They protected and nurtured you so well, that when I met you for the first time, I was struck by how well-mannered and bright and confident you seemed to me. My opinion of you never changed in the intervening years during the times we spent in each other's company." Pausing briefly, he continued.
"Now, consider this; imagine what your life would have been like if you had to worry about a great Evil that was hunting for you—the same Evil that wrought the orc hordes that killed your father Arathorn and my...mother. No, my Love—it is okay." After holding him briefly, but firmly, Estel let Legolas continue. "You learned of the history of Sauron and the death and destruction he caused during your studies, did you not? Númenor was corrupted by him and was eventually destroyed for following him; all save for Elendil and other loyal Númenóreans. But Sauron's evil allowed him to endure and even now, he is trying to obliterate the free peoples of Middle-earth—people that you are believed fated to unite.
"Can you imagine such a weight being placed upon the shoulders of a five or eight or ten-year-old? You would not have been that carefree young man who planned to woo me by combing the ancient trees looking for perfect mistletoe. You would have been too fearful of danger that may have been lurking there; and then you and I would not be in love as we are now. I do not think any age before your current one would have been ideal."
"You are very wise, Legolas Thranduilion. Here I am a man of twenty Springs and I am nearly undone from the weight of it. I have been feeling most sorry for myself. My poor father; how unfair I've been. I must make things right—he seemed quite sad when I left for Eriador. And you, my sweet Prince; I have wronged you as well. Forgive me, please?" Cupping a creamy, smooth cheek, the young son of Númenor kissed his Prince deeply. It was their first real one in over two years. "Thank you for being patient with me and for loving me in spite of all my faults."
"Your faults are few and the ones you possess are precious to me for they are a part of the one that I adore." They resumed their kissing, savoring the taste of the other and their combined flavors.
Estel truly had missed Legolas and the wood-elf missed him desperately. They leisurely kissed for several unhurried minutes. Smiles followed nibbles and licks in favorite places like dimples and the indentions above the upper lips and just beneath the nose. The ears were feasted upon and the blond immortal was especially overcome by the sensual play, writhing in response. He turned his head to the side to give better access the delicately shaped shell-like ear with its sensitive point. "Ai...mmm...mela...aahh!"
"It seems that I'm not the only one with tasty parts, A'mael (beloved). I can not get enough of you! Sweet...oh so sweet." He quickly pulled Legolas fully onto the bed and on his back beneath his own body to fasten his mouth over the other ear, twining and running fingers through silky silver-blond tresses and cupping one hand firmly to the back of the Prince's head as if to keep him from fleeing his grasp; but the elf wasn't going anywhere for he was right where he longed to be.
The mortal gave the now damp area one last kiss and latched onto the equally sensitive bit of pale flesh below the lobe and lower before being hindered by the buttoned shirt the blond had on.
Blue eyes regarded Estel questioningly when he abandoned his sensual assault on the stunning creature trapped under solid frame of the handsome Imladrian. "Why do cease, Estel? Come, I need your touches and your kisses."
"I was thinking back to earlier when my slumber was pleasantly interrupted; you weren't so hindered by my clothing, elegant though this garment may be," Amusement was evident even though the man had trouble catching his breath. But he suddenly became serious as he noted the flushed and equally breathless Elda, "I desperately need to see you—as much of you that's possible," his voice barely above a whisper.
Tacit agreement came with a nod as the willowy fingers preceded the release of filigreed mithril buttons on the lavender silk with less than Elven gracefulness. When the act was threatening to take too long, the eager young man lent his assistance. Legolas was nearly giddy with pleasure at the awed look on the face of his beloved as he drank in the sight of the elf's now bared upper body. Legolas was not vain by nature, but it pleased him to know that Estel found him, not only beautiful, but desirable as well. "You are pleased, my Love?"
"There is no emotion to describe how pleased I am." The Prince leaned up to totally remove the obsolete garment allowing tanned hands to become acquainted with his male Elven loveliness. There was no spare flesh to be found on the perfectly toned archer's body. The man especially fascinated by the dusky rose nipples adorning the graceful pectorals.
"I...I would have you take me, Estel, but...but..."
"But what, my Only One? You can say anything to me," this as he pulled the suddenly shy elf closer.
"I am forbidden to...until I bind my self for life. I am already bound by heart to you, but my ada has degreed that his children must be officially wed before... I want you, but I can not go against his wishes in this—please forgive me..." The wood-elf was prevented from speaking further by a tanned forefinger pressed against his rose petal lips.
"I once told you that I would forgive any thing, but..." At the stricken look on his elf's face, he hurried to continue, "But there is nothing to forgive here. I am already bound by heart to you as well; I would never ask you to break a pledge—to you father or anyone else. I want only to love you and take care of you. We do not have to do anything at all."
"I want you to kiss me some more and touch me...and kiss me...I mean and hold me close! Can we not continue?"
"I would love to continue kissing you and touching you and kissing you...I mean holding you close," he teased. "You know, according to my brothers who took it upon themselves to explain the ways of love to me, there are many ways to give and receive pleasure without fully consummating our flesh as officially bonded mates."
"Truly?" The Price's innocence was on full display.
"Truly, A'maelamin; I am surprised that your brothers haven't told you of these things."
"They would not presume to do so; you may not be aware of this, but Adar is very protective of me. His anger at you and his wish to throw you in the dungeons was not for your trespassing into Mirkwood, but because I told him of our pledge to each other. I am still too young in his eyes to consider taking a mate."
"I see—then perhaps we should desist and go promptly to sleep," Said Estel straight-faced.
"Nay!" The Prince didn't have leaves and twigs this time to toss at his companion, but a well-place whack at the back of the dark head served his purposes. "You wicked boy, do not tease me so. I should just leave you to your rest and go to my chambers to find mine," He laughed.
"Nay!" Estel imitated while rubbing his abused scalp. "So, you find me wicked, do you? Let's see how 'wicked' this 'boy' can be." He grabbed Legolas with a growl and began fulfilling the beautiful elf's wishes for kisses and touches. After vying for a place on top for several minutes, the two ravaged males gazed into each other's eyes.
From his superior position on top, the youngest Prince of Mirkwood asked passionately, "Why don't you show me those ways of giving and receiving pleasure."
"I would be delighted."
TBC
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A/N: Don't kill me for ending the chapter like this; I promise our young lovers will find their 'pleasure' in the Chapter 4. I am going to do some research by examining some other T-rated fics to see how far I can go as this will be archived at which has restrictions on sexual content as well as other sites with fewer ones. I will follow where the story leads which means that I will probably have to do two versions (one for and one for everywhere else). I want to devote most of the entire chapter to the love scene and the rest will be about Estel/Aragorn being confronted by Thranduil and he will also make some preliminary decisions about his future as it pertains to Middle-earth. I don't want to make this one too long, so I will endeavor to keep it five chapters or less. I have another A/L fic that I have been planning and I also have been toying with the idea of doing a Viggo/Orlando one—but that may come way later as I'm not ambitious enough to tackle both at once.
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