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sildilFinished Luthien's birthday fic, and she liked it, so here it is....
TITLE:Sea Bed
RATING: NC17 Legolas/Elrond
SUMMARY: Legolas is miserable, so is Elrond.
Elrond sighed very, very heavily. It had been a long week. Actually, it had been a long month. His young lover had been visiting him and Elrond had had enough. It was not that the fair elf was insatiable in bed, (that was not a problem as far as the elf lord was concerned), nor that he had a tendency to be over excited and ‘bouncy’ in a way most unfitting for the consort of the ruler of Imladris, and father-in-law of the King of Gondor.
No it was this blasted sea-longing the elf was stricken with. Ever since Elrond’s beloved had heard those wretched sea gulls calling he had been fighting his desire to dash for the next boat to the West, and it made him very grumpy. And when he was grumpy, Elrond suffered. Oh, how he suffered.
And there was the reason, entering their chambers now. Legolas came in and threw himself down on the bed, one arm across his eyes.
“Hello my love, did you enjoy your ride?” asked Elrond, knowing damn well what the answer would be.
“No, I didn’t. It was cold and it started to rain. I am soaked through and shivering,” complained the Mirkwood prince.
Elrond went to their bathroom, started to fill a warm bath from the hot spring that fed into it and returned to the room carrying a pile of towels. “Here you are, dry off a bit with these and then undress and get into the tub. It will take the chill away and make you feel much better,” he said soothingly and sat on the bed next to Legolas, planting a kiss on the miserable elf’s forehead.
“I shouldn’t NEED to feel ‘better’” said Legolas petulantly, “I am an elf, I am not supposed to feel the cold or catch a chill.” He sneezed suddenly. “Oh, dammit!” he wailed.
Elrond sighed, they had had this discussion before. “I explained my love, the sea-longing that you suffer from lowers your resistance to such things, that’s why you feel the cold and can get ill, but you WILL recover far faster than a human, and you won’t feel quite as bad either.”
“Oh yes. I forgot. Great,” said Legolas, bitterly, sneezed again and shivered.
“Right, bath now,” ordered Elrond and began to strip Legolas, pulling him up off the bed and pushing him towards the bathroom at the same time. The dark elf sat on the edge of the tub and watched as his lover gingerly immersed himself in the hot water, rested his head against the edge of the bath and closed his eyes.
Something had to be done. Lord Elrond didn’t think he could take much more of it.
After the War of the Ring and the sudden, surprising realisation that both he and Legolas had lusted after the other from afar, and the fairly immediate consummation of their desires, the pair of them had made a decision together that they would remain in Middle Earth until Aragorn and Arwen eventually passed away to whatever afterlife mankind were blessed with. They would then, and only then leave for the Blessed realm.
This did have the awkward matter of Legolas’ sea-longing to deal with, but in the first few weeks and months of their relationship, they were so excited by each other’s presence that they could barely keep their hands off each other and all it took was one, sexily raised eyebrow and Legolas was putty in Elrond’s hands, or a casual reference to ‘archery practice’ (which had taken on a whole new meaning for the pair of them for reasons best kept private) and Elrond was strung taught with need like a bowstring.
But then Legolas had to fulfil a promise he had made to King Elessar, spending some time improving and nurturing the land of Ithilien, and Elrond had to spend time giving support to the hobbits in the clean up after the Scouring of the Shire, so the lovers spent long periods of time apart. It was during each of these times of absence and abstinence that Legolas sank further into gloom, and each time he and Elrond were reunited it took him longer to recover.
It wasn’t that Elrond was irritated or annoyed by his consort, rather that he was increasingly worried at the state of Legolas’ health. He had tried all the remedies he knew and some he had invented to counteract the sickness, but to no avail and he was afraid that Legolas would eventually either have to leave for the West without him (not a good prospect) or would succumb to some serious illness (worse).
But at the moment Elrond contented himself with watching his beloved as he relaxed and stopped shivering. The dark elf reached out and began to loosen Legolas’ braids, teasing out the knots with his fingers. Legolas sighed happily and pushed his head into his lover’s hands like a cat being stroked.
“Feeling better my sweet?”
“Much better, thank you,” Legolas whispered, and smiled, but after a few moments he frowned. “Elrond?”
“Yes, Legolas? What is troubling you?” replied the elf-lord beginning to wash Legolas’ unbound hair gently, massaging his scalp with firm strokes.
“It’s getting worse. I’m sorry, but it is.”
Elrond barely paused in his washing, managing to cover up the sudden twist in his heart at Legolas’ words. He took a deep breath to steady his voice. “Are you sure it isn’t just that you got caught in the rain and feel chilly?” he said as casually as possible.
Legolas opened his eyes and looked sadly into the eyes of the elf he loved more than any other and shook his head slowly. “No, I only wish it were. I think.....I think I cannot bear it anymore,“ he swallowed, and went on, “Elrond, if I stay for much longer I am afraid that I will never leave.....ever.”
Elrond dropped his hands to Legolas’ shoulders and gripped them tightly, “then we must make our plans. I will talk to Arwen, and explain.....”
“.....No.” Legolas shook his head firmly, “I cannot take you from your daughter and Elessar. Not yet, they need you and you need to be with Arwen. Either I must go now, alone, or I stay and take my chance, but I think I will have to decide soon.....”
“.....Not without me, not without me by your side. Any decision made, we will make together,” Elrond said desperately.
Legolas smiled weakly, “yes, very well,” he said, too exhausted to argue, but in his heart he knew he could not place such a burden on Elrond. He feared that now he could never leave his beloved’s side, it was too late. Such was his weakness that he had let slip his worries. He knew he would have to be more careful in future or Elrond would insist on them leaving. He would just have to bear his sea-longing as long as possible and hide his pain.
Legolas shut his eyes again and sank down into the water, half floating in the large tub. He sighed softly, “this does feel good actually, ‘Rond, with my eyes closed I can imagine I am in the sea. I wish I could stay here all the time,” the pale elf said wistfully.
“You would look like a prune if you did,” chuckled Elrond, “but a most enticing prune, none the less,” he murmured in Legolas ear suddenly. Such was the prince’s fragile state that he had been completely unaware of his lover stripping and getting in the bath beside him. Legolas turned happily towards Elrond and snuggled against him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “‘S’nice,” he murmured sleepily.
Elrond hadn’t actually had sleep and snuggling in mind when he saw the pale, slim body stretched before him in the hot bath, but as he held the elf in his arms he was all too aware of how thin he had become and how cold he felt to the touch in spite of the warmth of the water. “Come on, let’s get you out and dried off. I’ll ask for some hot lemon and honey to be brought and you can drink it in bed. I am sure you will feel better after a good rest.”
Legolas nodded, already nearly asleep and allowed himself to be lifted out of the water and dried off tenderly like an elfling. He shuffled towards the bed wrapped in one of the towels and immediately curled up under the quilt. “Come here too?” he mumbled, lifting one corner of the cover. Elrond nodded and joined him. The elf lord cradled his young love in his arms and kissed him gently. “Sleep my love, I won’t leave your side tonight,” he promised, and was rewarded by a quiet snore from Legolas. It looked like there would be no need for hot lemon and honey after all.
*****
Elrond lay awake all night holding his lover. He didn’t really need Legolas to speak of his fears, he knew them intimately himself. Something had to be done, the problem was what? The elf lord’s mind was spinning, and by the break of dawn he had weighed up all the options and had come to a decision.
It was risky, very risky. If it didn’t work, then Legolas would die a long and gradual death, growing steadily weaker until he faded away or succumbed to some illness. But Elrond knew that the stubborn elf would not leave for Valinor alone, and neither would he let Elrond leave Middle Earth until Arwen had passed away.
As Legolas stirred in the soft morning light and opened his eyes he saw Elrond’s serious grey gaze and sighed. “You have decided. I know you think I should go, but you won’t make me will you?”
Elrond shook his head and said sadly, “no, I will not make you leave, I could never make you do anything you didn’t want to. But I will stay by your side and continue to do whatever I can to keep you with me. I have an idea, it may not work, but I think it is worth trying.”
“What is it?”
“No, I will not say just yet, in case it doesn’t work. Give me a week, maybe two.”
Legolas nodded, grinning at Elrond, “surprises? I like surprises!”
“I know you do,” growled Elrond, pleased he had made his fair elf smile, and proceeded to surprise him some more.
*****
The next two weeks saw a flurry of activity in the Last Homely House. The noise of banging and sawing echoed through the corridors and chambers, acres of material were delivered and treated with some solution of Elrond’s devising and left hanging to dry over every available balcony, and in the last week, barrels bearing Cirdan’s mark were delivered and secretly stored away from Legolas’ inquisitive eyes.
At last Elrond came and found the prince, who now spent his days sitting wrapped in two or three blankets trying to keep away the chill he seemed to feel constantly. Elrond had been horrified at how quickly Legolas had begun to deteriorate, this really was his last chance.
“My gift is ready,” said Elrond nervously. So much depended on this and if it didn’t work?.....well, Elrond had condemned Legolas and it didn’t make him feel particularly happy.
Legolas smiled gratefully, “then I will come and see it. Thank you my love, for all you have done.....I love you, never forget that,” he said softly. Elrond helped him up from his couch and half-led half-supported his beloved into a chamber Legolas had not seen before.
It was beautiful. The walls had been washed with a dark sea green nearest the floor that gradually became paler as it reached the ceiling. The floor was covered in a dark sand-gold carpet, soft and deep, and the ceiling was painted the palest blue. All over the walls were carved fish, painted with iridescent colours, and tiny silver seagulls with pearl wings hung from the ceiling on fine chains. But the most magnificent thing in the room was an enormous four-poster bed, hung with dark blue velvet drapes and decorated with delicate gold starfish.
Elrond felt rather than heard Legolas’ sharp intake of breath and looked across at his lover anxiously. “Do you like it?”
Legolas nodded, words failing him completely. He had never seen anything so incredible. “It’s.....it’s.....for me?”
Elrond nodded, “there is one more thing as well. Lie down on the bed my dear heart,” he said, leading the prince to its side. Legolas climbed up onto the mattress and broke into a surprised grin, “it.....moves!” He bounced a little and felt the bed give gently beneath him. He chuckled and threw himself back to lie sprawled across it, enjoying the almost imperceptible rocking motion. “It’s wonderful! It’s like being in a boat!”
Elrond let out the breath he had been holding since he had brought Legolas to the chamber. It might just work. “Yes, I hoped it would feel like that. The mattress is filled with sea water, I wanted you to feel as if you were floating, and having the sea water beneath you as you slept.....I hoped it would help ease your heart.”
Legolas sat up again and threw his arms around Elrond. “It’s perfect! Come and sit here with me!”
Elrond grinned and climbed onto the bed, hugging the prince delightedly. He kissed him gently on the mouth and was gratified to note that for the first time in weeks Legolas’ lips were warm to the touch. Legolas returned the gesture eagerly and then nibbled at Elrond’s neck. Elrond gave a little whimper of pleasure, but reluctantly pushed Legolas away, to gaze in his eyes. “Wait my love, much as I would love to continue in this manner, you need rest. Sleep. That is an order.”
Legolas pouted, “Only if you lie beside me.”
“I was planning on it, why do you think the bed is so large?” the elf lord chuckled.
Within minutes the pair of them were snuggled up together under the dark blue and gold velvet cover and between smooth crisp linen sheets. Elrond had pulled the drapes closed about them, and Legolas had smiled to see the pale blue silk linings embroidered with yet more fish and sea creatures. It was as if they lay on the seabed itself. Legolas drifted to sleep quickly, as Elrond had expected, but before the peredhel joined him he was pleased to see the colour beginning to return to the prince’s pale cheeks. This was going to work.
The first thing that Elrond noticed in the morning was a warm body wrapped around his. The second thing he noticed was that said warm body was awake and had woken him by kissing him repeatedly.
“I feel so much better!” came a soft growl in his ear, followed by a little lick. “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I felt so energetic and alive!”
Elrond squeaked as Legolas nipped the top of his ear, “I…I’m glad to hear it!”
The bed moved slightly beneath Lord Elrond as his enthusiastic lover climbed on top of him. “Who would have thought that a bed filled with sea water would make such a difference to a poor, sick elf?” murmured Legolas, now concentrating his attentions on the dark elf’s bare neck and chest.
“Wh…who indeed?” gasped Elrond as the prince reached his right nipple and sucked at it until it tightened and peaked beautifully.
“But I don’t feel sick anymore…..” murmured Legolas as he moved over to Elrond’s left nipple and treated it to the same delightful treatment.
“S…so I see!” yelped the peredhel as Legolas bit down gently. “Legolas! Please…..”
“Please what? Please stop?” said Legolas with a grin, sitting up at once and bouncing just slightly on the bed, making the mattress rock.
Elrond looked at his lover, at his flushed rosy skin and sparkling eyes and his heart gave a leap of joy. He had his prince back, to stay by his side until the time came for them to leave for Valinor together.
“Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop, not here, not in Valinor,” he sighed, reaching up and pulling Legolas down to lie full length on top of him.
They kissed deeply and passionately, hands moving over and between their bodies, rediscovering what made each other moan and whimper. Legolas resumed his licking and biting of Elrond’s chest and stomach, moving down to rest between the elf Lord’s spread thighs. The prince gave his lover’s arousal a delicate kiss, just barely touching him with his lips, and Elrond shuddered and groaned, “Ai, Legolas, don’t tease me so!”
“Since you plead so nicely, and have given me such a wonderful gift, I won’t!” replied Legolas, taking all of Elrond’s shaft into his mouth in one swift movement, moving up and down vigorously.
“Aaah!” yelled Elrond, “that’s…..oooh…..aaah!”
Legolas chuckled at his lover’s incoherency and the vibrations only made Elrond squeal even more and begin to thrust with his hips uncontrollably. Fortunately the prince was expecting such a reaction, in fact he had counted on it, and with a quick lick across the sensitive head, Elrond came hard and fast, shrieking with pleasure. Legolas slid back up to kiss Elrond thoroughly, and then rested on his elbows, “there, was that nice?”
“You have to ask?” gasped Elrond, managing to raise an eyebrow in spite of his happy exhaustion.
Legolas growled, “you know how I like it when you look all…..severe.”
Elrond chuckled, “yes, I do! Why do you think I do it?”
The blond elf grinned and ran his hands along Elrond’s sides, down the outside of his thighs and then back up the inside of his legs, moving slower and more teasingly as he did so. Elrond lay quiet, breathing heavily, just watching as Legolas enjoyed touching him. He would never grow tired of this elf, he was so thankful that he was well again, that tears came to his eyes.
Legolas’ eyes grew darker and his expression was lost in his worship of Elrond’s body. He lifted and gently pushed his lover’s legs to his chest, opening him, ready.
“Yes,” sighed Elrond, “don’t wait…..do it now.”
So Legolas joined with Elrond, with a shuddering gasp, pausing for a moment to let his lover adjust, but Elrond smiled, “move my love, my dear heart…..I want you.”
And he did, rocking steadily into his beloved elf lord, until his pace quickened and grew erratic and he came with a soft cry.
“I love you, Elrond!”
“And I love you, my dear prince,” said Elrond, holding Legolas close to his heart.
They lay together for some time, sticky, damp and happy until they began to feel uncomfortable. Then Elrond fetched water and towels and they washed each other, curling together afterwards in the sea-bed, letting its gentle, rocking motion lull them to sleep as it did for the rest of their days in Middle Earth.
The End
TITLE:Sea Bed
RATING: NC17 Legolas/Elrond
SUMMARY: Legolas is miserable, so is Elrond.
Elrond sighed very, very heavily. It had been a long week. Actually, it had been a long month. His young lover had been visiting him and Elrond had had enough. It was not that the fair elf was insatiable in bed, (that was not a problem as far as the elf lord was concerned), nor that he had a tendency to be over excited and ‘bouncy’ in a way most unfitting for the consort of the ruler of Imladris, and father-in-law of the King of Gondor.
No it was this blasted sea-longing the elf was stricken with. Ever since Elrond’s beloved had heard those wretched sea gulls calling he had been fighting his desire to dash for the next boat to the West, and it made him very grumpy. And when he was grumpy, Elrond suffered. Oh, how he suffered.
And there was the reason, entering their chambers now. Legolas came in and threw himself down on the bed, one arm across his eyes.
“Hello my love, did you enjoy your ride?” asked Elrond, knowing damn well what the answer would be.
“No, I didn’t. It was cold and it started to rain. I am soaked through and shivering,” complained the Mirkwood prince.
Elrond went to their bathroom, started to fill a warm bath from the hot spring that fed into it and returned to the room carrying a pile of towels. “Here you are, dry off a bit with these and then undress and get into the tub. It will take the chill away and make you feel much better,” he said soothingly and sat on the bed next to Legolas, planting a kiss on the miserable elf’s forehead.
“I shouldn’t NEED to feel ‘better’” said Legolas petulantly, “I am an elf, I am not supposed to feel the cold or catch a chill.” He sneezed suddenly. “Oh, dammit!” he wailed.
Elrond sighed, they had had this discussion before. “I explained my love, the sea-longing that you suffer from lowers your resistance to such things, that’s why you feel the cold and can get ill, but you WILL recover far faster than a human, and you won’t feel quite as bad either.”
“Oh yes. I forgot. Great,” said Legolas, bitterly, sneezed again and shivered.
“Right, bath now,” ordered Elrond and began to strip Legolas, pulling him up off the bed and pushing him towards the bathroom at the same time. The dark elf sat on the edge of the tub and watched as his lover gingerly immersed himself in the hot water, rested his head against the edge of the bath and closed his eyes.
Something had to be done. Lord Elrond didn’t think he could take much more of it.
After the War of the Ring and the sudden, surprising realisation that both he and Legolas had lusted after the other from afar, and the fairly immediate consummation of their desires, the pair of them had made a decision together that they would remain in Middle Earth until Aragorn and Arwen eventually passed away to whatever afterlife mankind were blessed with. They would then, and only then leave for the Blessed realm.
This did have the awkward matter of Legolas’ sea-longing to deal with, but in the first few weeks and months of their relationship, they were so excited by each other’s presence that they could barely keep their hands off each other and all it took was one, sexily raised eyebrow and Legolas was putty in Elrond’s hands, or a casual reference to ‘archery practice’ (which had taken on a whole new meaning for the pair of them for reasons best kept private) and Elrond was strung taught with need like a bowstring.
But then Legolas had to fulfil a promise he had made to King Elessar, spending some time improving and nurturing the land of Ithilien, and Elrond had to spend time giving support to the hobbits in the clean up after the Scouring of the Shire, so the lovers spent long periods of time apart. It was during each of these times of absence and abstinence that Legolas sank further into gloom, and each time he and Elrond were reunited it took him longer to recover.
It wasn’t that Elrond was irritated or annoyed by his consort, rather that he was increasingly worried at the state of Legolas’ health. He had tried all the remedies he knew and some he had invented to counteract the sickness, but to no avail and he was afraid that Legolas would eventually either have to leave for the West without him (not a good prospect) or would succumb to some serious illness (worse).
But at the moment Elrond contented himself with watching his beloved as he relaxed and stopped shivering. The dark elf reached out and began to loosen Legolas’ braids, teasing out the knots with his fingers. Legolas sighed happily and pushed his head into his lover’s hands like a cat being stroked.
“Feeling better my sweet?”
“Much better, thank you,” Legolas whispered, and smiled, but after a few moments he frowned. “Elrond?”
“Yes, Legolas? What is troubling you?” replied the elf-lord beginning to wash Legolas’ unbound hair gently, massaging his scalp with firm strokes.
“It’s getting worse. I’m sorry, but it is.”
Elrond barely paused in his washing, managing to cover up the sudden twist in his heart at Legolas’ words. He took a deep breath to steady his voice. “Are you sure it isn’t just that you got caught in the rain and feel chilly?” he said as casually as possible.
Legolas opened his eyes and looked sadly into the eyes of the elf he loved more than any other and shook his head slowly. “No, I only wish it were. I think.....I think I cannot bear it anymore,“ he swallowed, and went on, “Elrond, if I stay for much longer I am afraid that I will never leave.....ever.”
Elrond dropped his hands to Legolas’ shoulders and gripped them tightly, “then we must make our plans. I will talk to Arwen, and explain.....”
“.....No.” Legolas shook his head firmly, “I cannot take you from your daughter and Elessar. Not yet, they need you and you need to be with Arwen. Either I must go now, alone, or I stay and take my chance, but I think I will have to decide soon.....”
“.....Not without me, not without me by your side. Any decision made, we will make together,” Elrond said desperately.
Legolas smiled weakly, “yes, very well,” he said, too exhausted to argue, but in his heart he knew he could not place such a burden on Elrond. He feared that now he could never leave his beloved’s side, it was too late. Such was his weakness that he had let slip his worries. He knew he would have to be more careful in future or Elrond would insist on them leaving. He would just have to bear his sea-longing as long as possible and hide his pain.
Legolas shut his eyes again and sank down into the water, half floating in the large tub. He sighed softly, “this does feel good actually, ‘Rond, with my eyes closed I can imagine I am in the sea. I wish I could stay here all the time,” the pale elf said wistfully.
“You would look like a prune if you did,” chuckled Elrond, “but a most enticing prune, none the less,” he murmured in Legolas ear suddenly. Such was the prince’s fragile state that he had been completely unaware of his lover stripping and getting in the bath beside him. Legolas turned happily towards Elrond and snuggled against him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “‘S’nice,” he murmured sleepily.
Elrond hadn’t actually had sleep and snuggling in mind when he saw the pale, slim body stretched before him in the hot bath, but as he held the elf in his arms he was all too aware of how thin he had become and how cold he felt to the touch in spite of the warmth of the water. “Come on, let’s get you out and dried off. I’ll ask for some hot lemon and honey to be brought and you can drink it in bed. I am sure you will feel better after a good rest.”
Legolas nodded, already nearly asleep and allowed himself to be lifted out of the water and dried off tenderly like an elfling. He shuffled towards the bed wrapped in one of the towels and immediately curled up under the quilt. “Come here too?” he mumbled, lifting one corner of the cover. Elrond nodded and joined him. The elf lord cradled his young love in his arms and kissed him gently. “Sleep my love, I won’t leave your side tonight,” he promised, and was rewarded by a quiet snore from Legolas. It looked like there would be no need for hot lemon and honey after all.
*****
Elrond lay awake all night holding his lover. He didn’t really need Legolas to speak of his fears, he knew them intimately himself. Something had to be done, the problem was what? The elf lord’s mind was spinning, and by the break of dawn he had weighed up all the options and had come to a decision.
It was risky, very risky. If it didn’t work, then Legolas would die a long and gradual death, growing steadily weaker until he faded away or succumbed to some illness. But Elrond knew that the stubborn elf would not leave for Valinor alone, and neither would he let Elrond leave Middle Earth until Arwen had passed away.
As Legolas stirred in the soft morning light and opened his eyes he saw Elrond’s serious grey gaze and sighed. “You have decided. I know you think I should go, but you won’t make me will you?”
Elrond shook his head and said sadly, “no, I will not make you leave, I could never make you do anything you didn’t want to. But I will stay by your side and continue to do whatever I can to keep you with me. I have an idea, it may not work, but I think it is worth trying.”
“What is it?”
“No, I will not say just yet, in case it doesn’t work. Give me a week, maybe two.”
Legolas nodded, grinning at Elrond, “surprises? I like surprises!”
“I know you do,” growled Elrond, pleased he had made his fair elf smile, and proceeded to surprise him some more.
*****
The next two weeks saw a flurry of activity in the Last Homely House. The noise of banging and sawing echoed through the corridors and chambers, acres of material were delivered and treated with some solution of Elrond’s devising and left hanging to dry over every available balcony, and in the last week, barrels bearing Cirdan’s mark were delivered and secretly stored away from Legolas’ inquisitive eyes.
At last Elrond came and found the prince, who now spent his days sitting wrapped in two or three blankets trying to keep away the chill he seemed to feel constantly. Elrond had been horrified at how quickly Legolas had begun to deteriorate, this really was his last chance.
“My gift is ready,” said Elrond nervously. So much depended on this and if it didn’t work?.....well, Elrond had condemned Legolas and it didn’t make him feel particularly happy.
Legolas smiled gratefully, “then I will come and see it. Thank you my love, for all you have done.....I love you, never forget that,” he said softly. Elrond helped him up from his couch and half-led half-supported his beloved into a chamber Legolas had not seen before.
It was beautiful. The walls had been washed with a dark sea green nearest the floor that gradually became paler as it reached the ceiling. The floor was covered in a dark sand-gold carpet, soft and deep, and the ceiling was painted the palest blue. All over the walls were carved fish, painted with iridescent colours, and tiny silver seagulls with pearl wings hung from the ceiling on fine chains. But the most magnificent thing in the room was an enormous four-poster bed, hung with dark blue velvet drapes and decorated with delicate gold starfish.
Elrond felt rather than heard Legolas’ sharp intake of breath and looked across at his lover anxiously. “Do you like it?”
Legolas nodded, words failing him completely. He had never seen anything so incredible. “It’s.....it’s.....for me?”
Elrond nodded, “there is one more thing as well. Lie down on the bed my dear heart,” he said, leading the prince to its side. Legolas climbed up onto the mattress and broke into a surprised grin, “it.....moves!” He bounced a little and felt the bed give gently beneath him. He chuckled and threw himself back to lie sprawled across it, enjoying the almost imperceptible rocking motion. “It’s wonderful! It’s like being in a boat!”
Elrond let out the breath he had been holding since he had brought Legolas to the chamber. It might just work. “Yes, I hoped it would feel like that. The mattress is filled with sea water, I wanted you to feel as if you were floating, and having the sea water beneath you as you slept.....I hoped it would help ease your heart.”
Legolas sat up again and threw his arms around Elrond. “It’s perfect! Come and sit here with me!”
Elrond grinned and climbed onto the bed, hugging the prince delightedly. He kissed him gently on the mouth and was gratified to note that for the first time in weeks Legolas’ lips were warm to the touch. Legolas returned the gesture eagerly and then nibbled at Elrond’s neck. Elrond gave a little whimper of pleasure, but reluctantly pushed Legolas away, to gaze in his eyes. “Wait my love, much as I would love to continue in this manner, you need rest. Sleep. That is an order.”
Legolas pouted, “Only if you lie beside me.”
“I was planning on it, why do you think the bed is so large?” the elf lord chuckled.
Within minutes the pair of them were snuggled up together under the dark blue and gold velvet cover and between smooth crisp linen sheets. Elrond had pulled the drapes closed about them, and Legolas had smiled to see the pale blue silk linings embroidered with yet more fish and sea creatures. It was as if they lay on the seabed itself. Legolas drifted to sleep quickly, as Elrond had expected, but before the peredhel joined him he was pleased to see the colour beginning to return to the prince’s pale cheeks. This was going to work.
The first thing that Elrond noticed in the morning was a warm body wrapped around his. The second thing he noticed was that said warm body was awake and had woken him by kissing him repeatedly.
“I feel so much better!” came a soft growl in his ear, followed by a little lick. “In fact, I can’t remember the last time I felt so energetic and alive!”
Elrond squeaked as Legolas nipped the top of his ear, “I…I’m glad to hear it!”
The bed moved slightly beneath Lord Elrond as his enthusiastic lover climbed on top of him. “Who would have thought that a bed filled with sea water would make such a difference to a poor, sick elf?” murmured Legolas, now concentrating his attentions on the dark elf’s bare neck and chest.
“Wh…who indeed?” gasped Elrond as the prince reached his right nipple and sucked at it until it tightened and peaked beautifully.
“But I don’t feel sick anymore…..” murmured Legolas as he moved over to Elrond’s left nipple and treated it to the same delightful treatment.
“S…so I see!” yelped the peredhel as Legolas bit down gently. “Legolas! Please…..”
“Please what? Please stop?” said Legolas with a grin, sitting up at once and bouncing just slightly on the bed, making the mattress rock.
Elrond looked at his lover, at his flushed rosy skin and sparkling eyes and his heart gave a leap of joy. He had his prince back, to stay by his side until the time came for them to leave for Valinor together.
“Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop, not here, not in Valinor,” he sighed, reaching up and pulling Legolas down to lie full length on top of him.
They kissed deeply and passionately, hands moving over and between their bodies, rediscovering what made each other moan and whimper. Legolas resumed his licking and biting of Elrond’s chest and stomach, moving down to rest between the elf Lord’s spread thighs. The prince gave his lover’s arousal a delicate kiss, just barely touching him with his lips, and Elrond shuddered and groaned, “Ai, Legolas, don’t tease me so!”
“Since you plead so nicely, and have given me such a wonderful gift, I won’t!” replied Legolas, taking all of Elrond’s shaft into his mouth in one swift movement, moving up and down vigorously.
“Aaah!” yelled Elrond, “that’s…..oooh…..aaah!”
Legolas chuckled at his lover’s incoherency and the vibrations only made Elrond squeal even more and begin to thrust with his hips uncontrollably. Fortunately the prince was expecting such a reaction, in fact he had counted on it, and with a quick lick across the sensitive head, Elrond came hard and fast, shrieking with pleasure. Legolas slid back up to kiss Elrond thoroughly, and then rested on his elbows, “there, was that nice?”
“You have to ask?” gasped Elrond, managing to raise an eyebrow in spite of his happy exhaustion.
Legolas growled, “you know how I like it when you look all…..severe.”
Elrond chuckled, “yes, I do! Why do you think I do it?”
The blond elf grinned and ran his hands along Elrond’s sides, down the outside of his thighs and then back up the inside of his legs, moving slower and more teasingly as he did so. Elrond lay quiet, breathing heavily, just watching as Legolas enjoyed touching him. He would never grow tired of this elf, he was so thankful that he was well again, that tears came to his eyes.
Legolas’ eyes grew darker and his expression was lost in his worship of Elrond’s body. He lifted and gently pushed his lover’s legs to his chest, opening him, ready.
“Yes,” sighed Elrond, “don’t wait…..do it now.”
So Legolas joined with Elrond, with a shuddering gasp, pausing for a moment to let his lover adjust, but Elrond smiled, “move my love, my dear heart…..I want you.”
And he did, rocking steadily into his beloved elf lord, until his pace quickened and grew erratic and he came with a soft cry.
“I love you, Elrond!”
“And I love you, my dear prince,” said Elrond, holding Legolas close to his heart.
They lay together for some time, sticky, damp and happy until they began to feel uncomfortable. Then Elrond fetched water and towels and they washed each other, curling together afterwards in the sea-bed, letting its gentle, rocking motion lull them to sleep as it did for the rest of their days in Middle Earth.
The End
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Date: 2004-11-15 09:55 pm (UTC)*grins*
And I still snort when I think of Elrond squeaking...
Thank you.. ever so much... *blushes*
Lúthien
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Date: 2004-11-15 09:58 pm (UTC)