Revelations by Númenora
Disclaimers and Warnings: See chapter one; remember this is slash M/M.
This chapter is un-betaed, all mistakes are mine.
Thoughts and stressed words are in italics
Rating: R-M this chapter (Re-edited for content; see footnote)
Chapter Four
"Beginnings"
Colors of green and red and blue along with whites as bright as lightening blasts in streaks more magnificent than shooting stars burst forth spectacularly before eyes tightly closed. Legolas was reminded of a time long ago when the Darkness had not encroached so far into Mirkwood or perhaps it only seemed so to a small elfling who fell asleep each night in his mother's loving arms. A time when all eyes, including—or perhaps, especially—the delighted blue ones of the smallest Prince of the former Greenwood the Great, were trained on the night sky over the decorated courtyard where the citizens were celebrating the founding of the Elven Realm as wonderful fireworks put on a memorable display for hours on end. 'This one is for you, little Leaf; it will follow you into revelry and keep you company all night long!' The gray-clad figure whispered into a tiny pointed ear of the elfling reclined against his beautiful naneth as they sat securely wrapped in the King's protective embrace beneath the giant Mellyrn. The old Maia had been correct—the giant winged bird flew high, twirling and twirling until finally it exploded into millions of tiny fluttering butterflies that descended onto the smiling trio—and the happy company of wood-elves—lulling the littlest one to sleep. The colors were there before his slumbering eyes then just as they were there now—floating in bursts of green and red and blue along with whites as bright as lightening blasts in streaks more magnificent than shooting stars just beneath his firmly closed eyelids.
Willowy, but strong fingers threatened to rip to pieces the eider down quilted coverlet as the blond struggled to keep from screaming his pleasure as the cause of the 'fireworks' and his enjoyment relentlessly suckled the swollen nubs attached to the archer's trembling chest. The dark-haired dúnadan was in no hurry it seemed to stop his ministrations on the exposed flesh. Estel was like a nursing infant, hungry and determined and Legolas was the nourishment he needed to live.
"You are delicious, Mela; you taste like honey and cream," The man said as he migrated from one rosy peak to the other. I wonder what the rest of you tastes like?"
"You undo me, Heart of Mine. I am powerless in your arms and happy to be so."
"Heart of Mine, Soul of Mine—you are all things to me, Legolas and I wish to know every inch of flesh beneath my hands." Those hands gently grazed fingernails over supple skin, leaving no permanent marks save on the nerve-endings below the surface as they sent tendrils of desire to the Prince's extremities before settling into his groin pressed against Estel's firm chest. Feeling the hardness there, the dúnadan repeated his actions, adding more stimuli by employing nips and licks along with the fingertips. Showing none of the elf's earlier trepidation towards his, the man's talented tongue came to rest inside the blond's tiny navel. The questing organ pushed doggedly into the tight aperture, demanding entrance. Had anyone been watching, they'd have found the entire display very erotic; but the only witness had closed his eyes once more, perfect white teeth fastened to pale knuckles threatening to draw blood.
Steadily escalating moans began to assail the mortal's ears; he considered reaching a hand up to quiet his elf until he realized the noise was coming from his own throat. He backed off for a moment to give his heart a moment to calm, and then he resumed his earlier task before moving down over the gentle swell of unblemished lower belly where his bearded chin encountered satin strings that were holding the front of deep purple leggings together. "I'm forever being thwarted by cloth standing between me and my goal. Well, no matter—this piece shall go the way of the previous," the future king whispered to the offending fabric and no one in particular. Agile fingers made short work of the lacings thereby revealing what was hiding from view—fine, silver blond curls nestled atop the beginning of a lovely column of elven tumescence. Estel's eyes glazed at the sight before him; though he appeared knowledgeable, he was as inexperienced as his Perfect Prince. He had only made love in his fantasies—fantasies of Legolas fuelled by the knowledge imparted to him by his elven foster brothers. He could only imagine what the wood-elf would look like unclothed and so far his imaginings have pale in comparison with the reality.
Legolas' eyes flew open as his heated skin first met cool air rushing beneath his open pants and then the warm breath of the man struggling to remove the last of his outfit, nose buried near the root of his desire. Before he realized, instead of resisting, the youngest Prince of Mirkwood found himself lifting his hips to allow the leggings to be stripped off, which left his body completely bare before Estel's naked gaze. That gaze finally rose to lock with Legolas' over the Prince's groin—swollen member arched gracefully, pointing in the way to those lovely eyes. "Truly exquisite, Beloved; the Valar smiled upon you and upon me by allowing me to have your love." This declaration was punctuated by a chaste kiss on that most charming, newly exposed organ.
Legolas watched in fascination and trepidation as those passion-filled blue-green orbs lowered, breaking contact before they disappeared from view behind wavy nut-brown hair and he quickly dissolved into a quivering mound of elf-flesh when one, then the other hairless globe resting defenselessly in the juncture of his hips was engulfed by the hot cavern that was Estel's mouth. When both were swallowed at once, the elf's back arched up off the bed, nearly dislodging the dúnadan, but the man was not so easily foiled and he used his greater weight to hold the blond in place. The Prince had to put both hands over his mouth the keep from screaming at the top of his lungs' capacity at the assault. Then the 'assault' escalated when Legolas' legs were pushed aside and over the man's shoulders, giving him better access and control over the body in his grasp.
Warm moisture escaping the suckling mouth dripped down, cooling as it made its way along the Prince's perineum then over the furrowed entrance to his most secret place, to slide between the elegant mounds of the wood-elf's shapely backside. The man was savoring the sweet taste of Legolas' sweat as the blond's passion mounted and he wanted more; he reluctantly released his meal to venture elsewhere and Estel unconsciously followed the path of his saliva. When his questing tongue grazed over the perineum that lay half between the well-suckled sacs and the wrinkled aperture leading to archer's inner core, the blond was nearly overwhelmed by the pressure against the bundle of nerves located under that sensitive spot.
As the Prince's body continued to writhe and lurch in response to the man's love-making, Estel's own aroused flesh pressed achingly against the increasingly uncomfortable leggings; loathe to release the strong thrashing legs flung over his shoulders, the future ranger tried to relieve some of that pressure by rubbing his crotch against the bed. This both helped and hindered his cause as the friction escalated his need for more intimate contact of flesh against flesh. He was seriously contemplating how this was to be accomplished and at the same time was seeking more oral stimulation which he found when his mouth met that part of Legolas that no one had seen for nearly eight hundred years when the infant that he was needed help in keeping himself clean.
Placing a delicate and demure kiss upon the spot, Estel decided he needed more of his Perfect One.¹ "Enough," the mortal groaned and lurched forward menacingly. He grabbed the elf around the waist; he then straddled the prone figure, leaned up to capture the beautiful quivering lips in a near-bruising kiss, before swooping back down and swallowing the aroused elfhood leaking profusely onto the flat plane of the archer's stomach. Estel suppressed the urge to gag and adjusted the angle of warm column inside and very easily guided it down his throat as his tongue molded itself to the vein running along the back, swiping it up and down from base to the glans atop the slender pole. Hardly the first time a similar thought occurred, Estel was now convinced that Legolas was made to fit him perfectly; his waist was a perfect fit for his hands; his mouth fitted perfectly together with Estel's; that slender form was made to be held by him and now this intimate arousal was a perfect fit for his mouth. The mortal knew that this was a conceit, but he gloried in the seeming truth of the situation; and he knew without a doubt that when the time came to fully claim the Prince as his, he will find that his beloved will be a perfect fit there as well.
The colors had started anew and burst forth even brighter behind the concealed eyes of the beautiful elf. The coverlet was also in danger of tearing again from male elven digits gripping onto it, white-knuckled as the fair head tossed from side to side, flinging silver-blond hair that beautifully caught the light cast off by the wall sconces. The turgid flesh, enclosed in the heated cavern of the man he loved, was brought to the brink of release again and again, driving the Prince nearly insane as mewling and keening sounds translated into pleas for mercy. Giving a few rough swipes around the leaking shaft to gather the essence from the tip, Estel Elrondion relaxed his throat muscles and tightened his cheek muscles at the same time, creating the necessary suction as he fully engulfed the elf. His efforts were rewarded when the lovely being froze, crying out his release as the elf's warm fluids flooded the dúnadan's hungry mouth.
The man swallowed the seeming endless flow as if it was the finest nectar and to Estel, it was, for it came from the one he held most dear. When the flow stopped finally, the man was reluctant to let go of the spent member, but the wood-elf began to pull away as the friction became uncomfortable. Relenting, the dark-haired mortal allowed the Prince to withdraw and his elfhood came to rest against the elf's ivory thighs. As Legolas began breathing normally again, he reached down and pulled the larger male up into his arms and kissed him deeply, tasting his own essence on Estel's tongue.
The Mirkwood Royal molded the tanned semi-clothed body close to his own nude splendor, wrapping his willowy, finely toned legs about the strong thigh muscles of his new lover. "You are my treasure, Beloved; I would never have thought such pleasure was possible!" Legolas tightened his legs more securely around the man in his arms, resuming the kiss. As he molded their bodies closer together, the satisfied elf noticed that Estel was still very aroused. He reluctantly broke the kiss, stating contritely, "How generous you have been towards me and how selfish I am now. You have given me so much and have saved none for yourself." The Prince's hand drifted between them, placing his palm over Estel's need.
"That is not true, Mela; I have derived great joy from loving you and touching you. Your taste is still on my tongue. Pleasing you is my pleasure and though I would have more of you, if I died this very moment, I would do so most happy. I've found paradise within your embrace—you are my Valinor."
"Come then—the White shores are calling, though—" Using those strong willowy thighs, Legolas easily flipped the man onto his back and straddled his waist with a wicked gleam in his lovely eyes—"It may be sometime before you find any rest!"
"I am yours to do with as you please!"
Estel's senses were humming. His innocent Prince had been driving him slowly insane using the man's own techniques to do so. After nibbling mercilessly on his chest's hard nubs for what seemed like hours, the blond turned his attentions to other parts of Estel's upper torso. The dúnadan watched as his sweet elf ran his delicate tongue around his own red, kiss-swollen lips before placing an open-mouth kiss in the center of the mortal's hairy chest, making little sucking noises and hard nips before soothing the area with gentle swipes of that delicate pink tongue.
Legolas was a natural at seduction and he was feeling a shameless rush of power as elicited a plethora of sounds from his human lover—who at that moment was purring. The blond archer licked a trail down the middle of Estel's rib-cage, occasionally tugging on dark chest hair in straight white teeth before traveling further down to dip into the mortal's hirsute navel, no longer shy. The dense follicles tickled his tongue and his nose and he giggled against the hairy orifice which sent an erotic thrill right through the future Dúnedain chieftain, culminating in his already aroused groin.
The wood-elf's nimble little organ pushed deeper inside, moving in and out mimicking another more intimate act which caused Estel to growl deep in his chest, fingers gripping almost painfully in Legolas' silky-soft mane. Hardly perturbed, the Prince reached above his head and ran his fingernails the length of the man's side, leaving barest traces of welts (ones that will brush tantalizingly against Estel's shirt as a gentle reminder for the next few days). When he encountered the dark leggings still covering his lover's lower body, Legolas loosened the knot of its lacing and then he dug his hands into the waist band and tugged before sliding one hand into the heat beneath the loosened garment.
When he wrapped his fingers as far as he could around the eager shaft nestled there, it was the man's turn to arch off the bed, almost dislodging the elf in the process. Loathe to release his prize, Legolas wrenched the pants further down the Númenórean's thighs one-handed, his mouth wandering tantalizingly around the man's heavy sacs lying beneath his swollen flesh. Legolas wanted desperately to do for Estel the things that had driven him mad when the mortal was in charge, but the sheer size of his private parts was somewhat daunting for the wood-elf. But he persevered and began mouthing the heavy sacs hanging beneath the thick staff—first one orb and then the other hairy one, causing the dúnadan to emit mewling sounds of pleasure. With one final swipe of his tongue, the Prince temporarily released Estel's tumescence and roughly jerked the pants all the way off the man's legs and flinging them clear across the room.
Legs free, the Heir of Isildur open them wide, giving Legolas an unobstructed view of his masculine beauty. The man was almost too lovely to touch—almost. Slipping between the perfectly muscled thighs, the beautiful elf took the man in hand again; he wanted to taste the entire thing, but Estel was quite large—larger than Legolas in length and girth and the Prince suspected that he surpassed many males in that aspect (be they elf or mortal). When the time comes, you shall tear me asunder, Beloved! Taking his cue from his lover's earlier acts upon him, Legolas leaned forwards and took Estel into his mouth, engulfing the glans, already damp with the man's salty fluids. The taste was strange to him, but Legolas decided that he very much liked it and tried to encourage more by moving his hands up and down the portion of the shaft that didn't fit inside his warm, sucking mouth.
Estel was totally entranced by the sight of Legolas—he was the picture of both innocence and wantonness as he orally worshipped the root of the man's desire, his agile hands ever active upon the hot flesh. The dúnadan reached down and combed the pale hair from around the elf's stunningly beautiful face—made more so by the passion so evident upon it. With his fingers, he traced the fine cheekbones and jaw lines, coming to rest finally at those lovely rose-tinted lips delicately stretched about his length. The sight was too much for the man and though he would have loved to find his release inside the warmth of his Prince, he needed to feel Legolas in his arms; so he gently pried the elf away and pulled him fully into his embrace—their naked forms melding together like halves of the same whole.
The two lovers couldn't touch each other enough and each 'fought for dominance' as they alternated positions—first Legolas on top of Estel and he on top of the Prince, kissing voraciously the whole time. When the man used his superior weight to remain above, Legolas used his considerable charms to keep him off-balance. In their short time together as lovers, the elf knew what the man liked and he nibbled on the places that made him tremble with desire and he wrapped his long legs around the strong waist, sandwiching their trapped members between their bodies, creating unbearably sweet friction. Before long, the man could take no more and he slid his hand between them and took both arousals, gently stroking up and down their lengths to bring them to completion and before long his large hand was joined by Legolas' smaller one, whose eagerness was the impetus the mortal needed to find his release, spilling his pent-up passion between their two bodies. "I want to taste you, Estel," Came the simple statement.
The prince encircled his beloved's wrist and leaning down, licked the salty fluids from the sword-roughened palm before suckling each finger in turn as he watched his love's face intently as the man fought to catch his breath, damp hair stuck to his forehead. The look in Estel's eyes was so intense with love and lust that Legolas needed no physical stimulation to find his release for the second time, mingling their two essences upon their satisfied flesh.
Thoroughly exhausted and satiated, man and elf kissed deeply and unhurriedly, heads nestled together on silk pillows; before long, sleep called and they plucked the blanket from off the floor and draped it over them. Legolas was the first to succumb, eyes unfocused as he walked in Elven Dreams. It was the first time that Estel had seen his Perfect Prince like this and he wanted to savor the sight, but his own tiredness made it impossible and he slipped into an untroubled slumber—the first that he'd had for several months.
August 21, TA 2951 (just before dawn)
The wall sconce valiantly continued to cast its gentle glow and it illuminated the two beautiful males sleeping peacefully in each other's arms in the pre-dawn hours. Legolas was lying on top of Estel, his head pillowed on the man's broad chest—pink lips slightly parted, sweet breath stirring the dark hair there. His long, pale back was bare, the gentle swell of his shapely bottom was barely covered by the blanket that had slipped down and bunched as the embracing bodies moved during the night. Estel's head was turned to the side, one arm flung across his forehead and the other loosely wrapped around the elf, hand lying possessively on his narrow waist. His bare legs were splayed open, right knee bent and Legolas was nestled between them, the mortal's groin pressed against the wood-elf's flat stomach. The two slumbered on undisturbed for sometime until Estel's beginning ranger's training (the same training that alerted him to Legolas' quiet explorations of his body) alerted him to being watched.
Blue-green eyes peered covertly through thick lashes and came to rest on an elegantly dressed, pretty elleth with Legolas' complexion and light emerald-green eyes, staring wide-eyed at him and his unclothed companion.
Indis had arisen extra early as she was wont to do when she was worried. Her father had been brooding the night before and even after Gandalf had retired, the King staid in his study, forgoing sleep as he worried over the situation with Legolas and the young man from Rivendell. She had gone to her younger brother's room to talk to him, but he didn't answer when she knocked, so she concluded that he wasn't there.
Deciding to wait until this morning, she arose in the pre-dawn to speak to him; again, she failed to find him. One thought occurred to her and she returned to her adar's study thinking that the two of them were together, but that wasn't the case. Her father was alone, having fallen asleep in an over-stuffed chair (the one in which he used to read his children their favorite stories). Carefully covering him with a light throw, she left and headed to the one place she felt she'd find Legolas. It occurred to her that her brother would get up early to check on his friend, but she never in her whole life on Middle-earth thought that she would find him—find them—like this; naked in each other's arms on a completely disheveled bed.
They were exquisite and it was the most beautiful sight that she had ever seen; and the one thought that ran through her mind over and over again was, Adar will kill Estel and lock Legolas away for a thousand years at least! Ai!
Then out loud as she and the dúnadan stared at each other, she stated, "If Adar sees the two of you like this, your life is forfeit, Hir-Nin. Mae govannen, Estel; I am Indis—Legolas' sister." One pale hand reached out to him in the greeting men used (she'd looked it up for when they met properly).
But instead of taking the proffered hand, he gently shook Legolas awake; when the elf's blue eyes refocused and smiled at his love, Estel said wryly, "We have company, Beloved."
TBC
(¹ Scene edited for content; deleted part can be found at my homepage, LJ, Mirrormere and Since I'm not sure and it was never clearly indicated by Tolkien, I am putting Legolas' age as around 800 years and setting the age of majority 1000 years (I was unable to find a definite number). Also, I ended this chapter here as it seemed the perfect stopping point. The next chapter will have the confrontation between Thranduil and the lovers and some decisions will be made about the future.
Depending how long this takes as far as length of chapter, I may add the epilogue to chapter five or have it as chapter six, but either way, this is nearly concluded and I am currently working on my next fiction which will be archived at Mirrormere, Aniron (if it comes back online) and as well as my own website. The content will be of a more mature nature which does not follow the guidelines for will be an AU A/L fiction that will be different from my first ones (No warm and fuzzies and lots of angst and conflict between them) and will be rated M or NC-17 overall. It is not the one I had planned to do next, but its premise came to me and would not go away—so I went with it and have completed two chapters and started the third. Thanks for reading and for all the wonderful reviews.