Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings

Warnings: Wedding night. One word: Sex

Silver Roses have Thorns

Wedding Bliss

The wedding was like all the tales that children are told before their naps. Both were dressed in white and silver and stood under a willow tree as the wedding was performed. It was rather private, though the party afterwards welcomed any who wished. Races from all around were invited, elves, men, even dwarfs.

Estel raised his glass to his prince, "May our years come with bless," He had been practicing that for many hours, simple as the words were.

Legolas raised his own, "And may our happiness stay through out any troubles," He, on the other hand, hadn't much cared for toasting. He allowed the rich liquid to refresh him. He noticed his new husband had a certain twinkle in his eye. As if he knew what was to happen next.

"Now our newly weds may want to depart us for the second part of the evening." Elrond announced. Legolas suddenly felt faint. He couldn't do this now. Not now. An arm slipped around his waist and led him away. His breath turned heavy with fear.

"What do you want to do, Lovely?" A voice whispered in his ear.

"To go home." He whispered back. It was rare that he whispered his true feelings. But he couldn't think properly at the moment.

"Not what I meant." The voice whispered back. The hands tightened on his waist. He was too weak to pull them off.

"Please no!" He was cut off by rough kisses on his lips. Before he knew it, his own hands were discovering the shoulders. What was he to do? Push him away or pull him closer? He started unbuttoning the man's shirt. Who was he with again? Never mind. The man wanted something and Legolas had lost control of his actions. His hands reached into the slip of the pants. His hand caressed the man's sex. Why? This wasn't what he wanted. He lost control. He lost control.

Who was this new person, Estel wondered, who was the beautiful creature who seemed so shy to powerful? They were both naked now. He didn't know what the elf was doing but he wasn't stopping him. He held his beloved close as his lust mounted. Did his body like the curves of another man? He could tell that Legolas was not the same as before. But his hand brushed across the two moons of buttocks.

"Legolas, what are we doing?" He whispered. His elf didn't seem to hear his and still caressed him. He knew he had to take control. He wouldn't be the weak one in this relationship. He kissed the elf's neck, trying to stall time. He heard a moan escape himself. Legolas laid spread for him. It seemed that it was more like a sacrifice than anything else He slowly lowered himself into his elf. A moan erupted from him again.

"Please no." His elf breathed again. But even that was lost in the lust between them. He felt himself move in a rhythm. A scream of pleasure came from his elf. How could he like this? It could have been hours or minutes before he was finally apart from his elf. A deep red stain was on the covers. How could he have hurt someone so lovely?

"Are you alright?" He at once asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," Came the reply. Tears rushed down the beautiful Elvin face.

"We don't have to do that again, you know. It was just to seal our marriage."

"I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know." With that Legolas turned his back and seemed to go into a dreamless sleep.