Title & Chapter Number: Lord Celeborn's Book 10/?
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of these elves are mine though I did invent the book.
Warnings: Het
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Arwen/Legolas
Timeline: Pre LotR AU
Spoilers: None
Summary: Best friends!
Notes: None
Legolas Did It
He had heard it a thousand times when they were children cavorting carelessly in the woods of Lothlorien.
"Legolas did it." Sometimes he had done it, but usually, it was his best friend and partner in crime who did it: Arwen. There was little that she couldn't think of to do. It was no wonder, with the brothers she had and with Haldir and Rumil as their best friends. But Legolas had always taken the blame for her.
And he had always loved her. She was the first female he noticed when he noticed females. He had wanted to kiss her, but never did. He saw Rumil kiss her once. That wasn't so bad. He'd have socked Haldir if he'd kissed her, though.
Here he was in Lothlorien again. He had come down to escort Arwen to Imladris. He had to go there to meet with her father, Elrond. He had agreed to escort her home. She still spent most of her time here with her grandparents, and he couldn't blame her. Caras Galadon was a bit of heaven on Earth, as far as he could tell. It was sure a lot nicer than the haunted wood his father called a kingdom, Mirkwood. At least, he would get to spend a few weeks here before he had to leave.
~*~*~*~
Arwen knew Legolas was coming. It had been a very long time since she had seen her best friend. She was excited. And she had plans for him.
She had known ever since he hit puberty, that Legolas had been in love with her. She knew a lot of things he didn't know she knew. She knew that he had taken the blame and the punishment for her lots of time when they were kids.
She heard her brothers plotting not long ago about Lord Celeborn's book. She didn't know what it was, but it must something naughty if her brothers actually touched a book. When she'd passed their room that night and heard Rumil moaning both their names, she knew it was a naughty book.
As soon as she got a chance, she had slipped into her grandfather's study and took a look at the book.
Oh my! Arwen was no innocent virgin. Well, she was no virgin anyway. From some of the pictures in the book, she was pretty innocent. She couldn't even imagine anyone doing some of the things she saw. One well well-worn page was a drawing of two male elves. They were … well, they were… surely even male elves didn't do that! She did wonder why the page was so worn looking. Did her brothers and Rumil do that?
She had flipped to a drawing of a female sitting atop a male. The female had dark hair like her and the male looked just like… Legolas! She would show him the book. Maybe he'd get the hint.
~*~*~*~
Arwen knew that Legolas was there. She just hadn't seen him yet. She sat in her room and combed her newly washed hair. She heard that her grandmother had invited Haldir, Rumil and Orophin down from the Fences to see Legolas. Even her bratty brothers were supposed to be here for a day or two.
Someone knocked on her door. One of the handmaidens opened it.
Arwen surprised even herself when she threw herself into his arms.
"Legolas! It's been so long."
~*~*~*~
Legolas was almost knocked to the floor by the big bundle of she elf who flew into his arms. She kissed him, not a sisterly kiss either. He finally peeled her away long enough to look at her.
"Hello, Arwen." He finally said in his velvety smooth voice.
"I'm glad to see you." She kissed his cheek.
"I could tell."
"Let's go to dinner. My grandmother invited Rumil, Orophin and Haldir. Elrohir and Elladan are here too."
The two of them walked arm in arm to the banquet. Legolas noticed that his heart had not stopped pounding since she jumped in his arms. He also noticed that his ears were warm and his cheeks felt the same way.
"Why are you blushing, Legolas? I've not seen you so flustered since Lord Celeborn caught you peeping at the handmaidens' bath." Haldir was in a teasing mood.
"Perhaps you shouldn't say anything about anyone being pink." Legolas replied. Haldir shut up immediately.
Legolas smiled and held Arwen's chair for her, which got him some more teasing, especially from her brothers. Finally the Lord and Lady came, and dinner was served. Legolas looked at his plate a lot as Arwen chattered with the others about this and that. Ohtarie had joined Orophin, and the two of them were in their own private world. Indil was sitting with Elrohir and Elladan, but she kept her eyes on Haldir. Rumil, he noticed, had eyes only for Arwen's brothers. He ate without saying much, but then, Legolas had always been a quiet one. He only said something when he had something to say.
After dinner, Arwen told him she wanted to go for a walk. They walked out in the moonlight, arm in arm with Arwen's head on Legolas' shoulder. He had dreamed of this many times. He just wished he weren't so nervous.
"Let us walk back to the talan, Legolas. The night air is a bit cold."
~*~*~*~
Arwen was beginning to wonder if she would ever get him to her grandfather's study. She had forgotten how annoyingly stubborn Legolas Greenleaf could be. He had taken off his own over-shirt and placed it around her shoulders, instead of taking her hint to go inside. How was she ever going to get him to make love to her at this rate?
~*~*~*~
Just walking with her made him want her. His leggings were tight from seeing her blue gown, so thin that he could faintly see her nipples through it, from her sweet smelling hair, her ruby lips that parted when she looked at him. It seemed he had spent half of his youth with his hand inside his leggings, thinking of her. Now he expected he was going to be doing it again tonight.
He at least wanted to kiss her, to taste that mouth that he'd dreamed of so many times.
He was letting himself get so carried away that he didn't hear what she said.
"Legolas, let's go inside. I want to show you something in my grandfather's study." His attention was drawn from his body's reaction to Arwen to her voice, and his brain finally processed her words.
~*~*~*~
He was such a stubborn elf, Arwen thought as she finally led him to the book. There was no one in the study. She pulled him into the room and closed the door, locking it. Legolas looked puzzled.
"Sit down, I want to show you something I found in here the other day. It belongs to my grandfather, though what need he has for it I cannot understand."
She brought the big book around to the sofa and sat beside Legolas. Pushing her own embarrassment aside, she let the book fall open. It fell open to the drawing that Haldir and Indil had looked at months ago. A female elf was on her knees before a male with his penis in her mouth.
Arwen, of course, had no idea that this was one of Legolas' particular fantasies, his most frequent one, as a matter of fact.
~*~*~*~
Legolas found himself speechless. And so hard that he was afraid to move. What was she thinking? Didn't she know how this would affect him? All the blood had obviously left his brain, because it took a few minutes of staring dumbly to realize that she meant for him be affected is such a way.
He reached for her then, understanding dawning on him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, something he had wanted to do longer than he could remember. He kissed her red, ripe lips until she parted them, then his tongue slipped between them to claim her mouth as his own. His tongue stroked hers as he pulled her as close as he dared. He ran his hands down her back, over the thin material of her dress.
Suddenly, he pulled away, gasping.
"I'm sorry. I…I-"
He was surprised when Arwen put her finger over his lips to shush him.
"Legolas, why do you think I brought you in here?"
That stopped him in his tracks. He looked at her, surprised she was admitting it.
"You mean you… that we… you want us to…?" He had wanted this so badly for such a long time that he was almost afraid to believe that it could finally be true.
Arwen kissed him this time, running her tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth as her hand ran down the front of his body to the tight bulge in his leggings. He moaned into the kiss as he laid his hand over hers, moving her hand up and down his length.
Arwen didn't say a word, just began to unlace his leggings. He moaned when her warm hand slid inside to touch him. He closed his eyes as she leaned down into his lap and touched him with her tongue. She took him into her mouth a little more with each rhythmic movement of her head.
Legolas wound his hands in her black hair and watched her as she sucked him, sliding her tongue up and down as she took him deep into her mouth. One hand stroked him as the other gently kneaded and caressed his testicles. No mouth had ever felt like Arwen's did. His hips lifted to meet her as sounds of pleasure escaped his lips.
Arwen took him deeper still, his cock butting the back of her throat, then she relaxed it and let him push into her throat. The sensation was so hot and tight that it was making him lose control.
"Arwen!" he cried out and came in her throat, writhing as she swallowed; the back of her throat effectively milking every single drop from him.
When she had finished, she smiled and him and stood. She pulled the loose silky dress down over her shoulders, exposing herself slowly to his still hungry gaze. She smiled as she ran her hands over her breasts and as she slowly worked the dress down below her hips. From there, she let it drop to the floor. Male elves have quick recuperative powers, but Arwen was still surprised to see him hardening again so soon. She was glad though, for her need was strong too. She wanted to feel her best friend deep inside, to have his seed fill her.
Legolas watched her. He wanted to taste her creamy skin, to suckle at those dark nipples. He wanted to taste the sweet honey between her thighs. He wanted all of her. He sat up and reached out to her, pulling her to him. He tipped his head back enough to catch one nipple between his lips and to suck it gently. He ran one hand between her long legs and into her folds. He stroked the tiny nub he found gently while he switched and tasted her other breast.
Arwen whimpered as the exquisite torture he was putting her through. She reached to pull him back when his mouth left her breast, but soon was rewarded with something even more pleasurable as he sank down on the floor in front of her. He lifted one of her legs up and set her foot on the sofa. Then he moved down between her legs and opened her with his fingers. His tongue felt like liquid fire as it teased her swollen clit. She hissed as long fingers found her opening and slipped inside, scissoring gently as he sucked her clitoris.
Standing was becoming very difficult for her. She reached down to hold onto Legolas, able to get only a handful of blond hair. She lost her balance and, fortunately for her, landed on the sofa. Legolas, without even pausing, grabbed her legs and pulled her bottom out to the edge of the seat. He was on his knees between her open legs. He positioned himself at her center and entered her in one graceful movement.
Arwen wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even deeper with every thrust of his hips. He looked down into her eyes, and she saw that he loved her. He leaned down to kiss her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss as he ran his hands up under her hips and lifted her up against him. He slammed into her and stayed, filling her with semen, with his essence, with his love. She moaned into his mouth as her body shuddered from her deepest core, sweet pleasure running along all her nerve endings as she held him in arms and in her body.
"Legolas," she whispered breathlessly as her heart finally began to slow a little, "you are my dearest friend. I love you."
A tired and sweaty Legolas lay his head on her chest to rest. "Thank you. You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of loving you."
"Maybe we had better get out of here before my grandfather comes to find a map or something."
They gathered up their clothes and opened the door. Two very beautiful naked elves tiptoed down the hall, never noticing Lord Celeborn and Haldir peeping out of another room.
"Hmph," the younger elf said, laughing quietly. "I always thought it was me she wanted."
"No, but her grandfather does," Celeborn said as he rubbed the front of Haldir's leggings and dragged him back into the room, slamming the door behind them.
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