Title & Chapter Number: Forbidden Bond 3/6
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Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are the property of Tolkien with the exception of an original or two, and I am sure he would be horrified if he read this…
Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 and contains male slash pairings, incest, and explicit sexual content. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Thranduil/Legolas, Legolas/Orophin, Thranduil/Erestor
Timeline: Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: Thranduil gently guides his son toward Orophin and the Mirkwood Guest finds his attraction to the Prince runs deeper than he thought.
Notes: This story is part of a larger arc and runs concurrently with the Tale of Two Brothers series. The entire arc is: Forbidden Bond, Tale of Two Brothers, Rock Stars, Elves, & Smut, All That You Can't Leave Behind, Farewells and New Beginnings.
Legolas yawned and stretched, reaching out for his father and finding him gone. He sighed, stroking the pillow that his father slept upon and pulled it to his chest, breathing in his musky scent. He lay on his side, remembering the events of the night before and smiling. He loved his father's body, his strong embrace and passionate kisses.
The book Thranduil had been reading the night before lay askew on the bedside table and he picked it up, opening it to the page his father had been reading. He removed a delicate, old, dried willow frond that had been used as a bookmark and gently twirled it in his fingers.
A flash of memory invaded his mind like a waking dream. It was surreal and disjointed, he saw the image of his father laying on his side in the tall grass, holding his bow and laughing gently. It occurred to him that it was a memory from early in his life, when he was but an Elfling. Normally, his childhood memories were happy, other than the ones from when his father was gone to war. But this memory left him feeling empty inside, and with a sudden reeling sickness, he understood why. His father was no longer just his father, he had turned him into his lover and because of it, their relationship was forever changed. He still felt safe in his father's arms, but he yearned for that protective, innocent love that was now, forever lost.
He placed the willow frond back in the book and set it down. He understood now, why his father had been so frightened of this turn of events. He shook his head and forced the thoughts from his mind. He still loved his father, and he still wanted him, more than any other, no matter what his conscience was trying to tell him.
He rolled to his back and stretched his cat-like limbs, luxuriating in the silk of his father's bed. "His lover, that is what I am, his lover…" he whispered to himself, "I have the most amazing lover in all of Arda, and we will be together, forever." He sat up in the bed and looked about the room, finding his robe on the floor. He rose and pulled it over his head, lingering for a few moments before returning to his own quarters.
~*~*~*~
"You wanted to see me, my Lord?" Orophin's palms were sweating as he stood before Thranduil, once again, guiltily searching his brain for something he could have possibly done wrong. This internship in Mirkwood was going to be a long one, he feared.
"Yes, Orophin. How do you fare this morning?" Thranduil crossed his powerful hands in his lap.
"Fine, my Lord. Er… what can I do for you?" Orophin was anxious to leave Thranduil's company as soon as possible.
"Have you given thought to our conversation of yesterday, Orophin?" Thranduil leveled his gaze at the young Marchwarden.
"Yes, my Lord. I promise you, I would not play with your son's heart." He swallowed and shifted his weight to his other foot.
Thranduil leaned forward, looking into Orophin's eyes and seeing he was sincere, "Do you care to know my son's heart, Orophin?"
Orophin stammered, caught off guard by the frank question. He was surprised to hear his own answer, "Yes, my Lord."
Thranduil smiled and leaned back in his chair, "Very well then, take the day off from your duties and go riding with my son. You have leave to be gone all day. He will meet you at the stable in an hour."
Orophin tried not to smile as he nodded, "Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my Lord." He backed out of the study and returned to his room to put on his riding clothes.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil returned to his quarters and found his son in the hot spring in their garden. He crouched beside the pool as Legolas moved to join him, stretching up on his toes and placing a kiss upon his father's lips, "Good morning, Ada. I missed waking up with you."
Thranduil smiled and caressed his son's damp cheek, "I did not want to wake you, you looked so beautiful and peaceful." Legolas rose from the warm pool and Thranduil swallowed as he regarded his son's lithe but powerful body, watching the water trickle from his alabaster skin as he reached for his towel. He regained his composure and softly continued, "Would you do something for me, Iôn?"
Legolas bent over, drying his hair and stood up, flipping it over his head and rubbing his face dry with the towel, "Yes, of course, Ada, anything."
"Take Orophin riding today, I fear the lad grows homesick and could use some company." He looked at his feet as he spoke. He had never lied to his son in all his life, but this was for his own good.
Legolas furrowed his brow and approached his father, placing his hand on his shoulder, "Alright… but I would prefer to spend the day with you, here in our quarters," he wrapped his long arms around his father, "Ada?"
Thranduil looked up at his son, "Yes, Greenleaf?"
"Is everything all right?" Legolas regarded his father with concern, he sensed something was wrong.
Thranduil placed a soft kiss to his son's lips, "Yes, Iôn, everything is fine. I am just a little tired, that is all. I told him you would meet him in the stable straight away. Enjoy your ride."
Legolas reluctantly parted from his father, returning to his room to dress for his ride.
~*~*~*~
Orophin readied his horse; he had stopped by the kitchens and gathered a nice little picnic for the two of them, pilfering some wine while he was at it. He stopped and regarded himself in the mirror, nervously adjusting his braids before admonishing himself quietly, "Ai, I am acting foolish."
"Good morning, meldir." Orophin turned to see Legolas approach and he smiled in spite of himself. The Prince wore a plain tunic and riding pants and his hair was braided behind his ears. He carried his bow and had his quiver strapped to his back.
Orophin thought he was the most beautiful Elf he had ever laid eyes on. He smiled nervously, "Good morning, my Lord."
Legolas chuckled, "Such formalities? I prefer you address me by my name or some other, more casual reference. `My Lord' makes me feel like my father." Legolas placed his pack on his horse.
Orophin smiled and looked at his feet, "Alright, Legolas." he saw the toes of the Prince's boots appear in his field of vision and looked up into his bright blue eyes.
Legolas smiled, regarding the young Marchwarden, distantly thinking he was really quite attractive. Pale, silvery blonde hair, grayish blue eyes, and a fine body; he was tall and muscular; cut from fine stock, his grandfather would have said. He had sweet, kissable lips, and a slightly hungry expression that caused the briefest of sparks deep within the Prince's belly. He answered quietly, "Are we ready then?"
"Yes, my… Legolas." Orophin answered, and he felt the Prince's hand pat him lightly on the back as he turned to his horse.
Legolas smiled, he found this somewhat shy Elf quite endearing. "I know of an excellent riding trail that winds through the wood to a waterfall. It will take all day, but I see that you have packed some supplies so there is no problem with us being gone until the dinner hour." He swung up on his horse.
Orophin also swung up on to his horse and the two rode out together.
~*~*~*~
After several hours of riding, Orophin and Legolas stopped to have their midday meal near the waterfall. Legolas spread out the blankets as Orophin unpacked the food he had gathered from the kitchen. He pulled the cork from the bottle of wine and produced two pewter goblets from his pack with a friendly smile. They released the horses to graze and drink while they reclined on the blankets. Orophin wiped beads of sweat from his brow and began removing his tunic, "It is hot today. Do you not think so?"
Legolas smiled, watching the young Marchwarden remove his tunic, revealing a slim, but muscular chest. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes just before Orophin returned his gaze, "Yes, it is quite warm, I agree." Legolas reached for a piece of fruit and his goblet of wine, and looked at the Silvan Elf sitting next to him. He did find Orophin to be quite attractive and really very charming. He and his father had discussed a situation just like this one, that if Legolas ever found himself in the presence of another that he wished to pursue, that he should do so without fear of hurting his father.
Legolas understood his father's words, and knew that as long as they were involved, as it were, Thranduil would not call another to his bed. He still had his doubts that he would ever find one that he loved or wanted as much as him. He intended to spend the rest of his life loving his father. The two young Elves ate their lunch and enjoyed their wine, chatting about their respective lives in Lóthlorien and Mirkwood. Legolas asked what it was like serving Galadriel and Celeborn, and Orophin asked what it was like to be a Prince. After a few moments of silence, Legolas looked at Orophin, "Would you like to go for a swim, meldir?"
Orophin was growing more comfortable around the Prince as they talked and, admittedly, he really did want to see him without his garments. He nodded amiably, "Yes, that would feel good, I think."
The two rose from their spot by the pool of cool water and stripped their clothes. Legolas perched on a rock, rising to his toes and gracefully diving into the water, barely making a splash. Orophin, by comparison, took a running leap off the rock, flying into the air and splashing water everywhere when he landed. Legolas laughed at him and splashed water back at him and they became embroiled in a tenacious water fight. Orophin lunged at him, attempting to dunk him under the water but Legolas dodged him, catching his wrists and pinning him against the smooth granite of the cliff wall. They laughed heartily and suddenly Legolas grew quiet, he looked at the young Marchwarden that he held in his grip.
He had Orophin's wrists pinned to the rock face over his head and he knew that if he wished to be free he could easily escape, but he did not struggle. Orophin smiled gently, his gray-blue eyes sparkled, water ran in small rivulets down his alabaster skin, his light silver hair clung to his beautiful face. The muscles in his arms were toned, but not large, and his fair skin glowed in the sunlight. Legolas slowly closed the distance between them, and Orophin slightly tilted his head and parted his lips, preparing for a kiss. Legolas paused just before touching the Marchwarden's lips and Orophin whispered, "Kiss me, my Lord; it is what I want. Is it not what you want as well?"
Legolas smiled seductively, "Oh yes, it is what I want, meldir." He pressed his lips to those of his friend. He gently pushed forward, his soft tongue tracing Orophin's lips, he felt his breath increase in intensity and rhythm. The Marchwarden opened his lips, inviting Legolas to enter and he accepted, gently caressing his tongue and exploring the deepest recesses of Orophin's mouth. Legolas quietly moaned into the kiss, he tasted good, like honeysuckle and blackberry wine. The Marchwarden kissed like one who had definitely done it before and Legolas was not surprised. Orophin, as well as his brothers, had quite the reputation for getting around. Unconsciously, Legolas leaned into him, rocking his hips against him and pressing his burgeoning arousal into that of his friend's. His hands slid down from his wrists to caress his chest and Orophin slid his hands around Legolas' back.
Orophin purred into the kiss, the Prince tasted so good, and by Elbereth, he was an amazing talent. He had been laboring under the mistaken impression that the Prince was an innocent. But no innocent he had ever deflowered kissed like this; it was slow and sweet, Legolas tasted him, consumed his mouth, and it was the most erotic kiss of his life. His hands traveled down Legolas' back to softly cup his firm, round buttocks, and he slid one leg up the outside of the Prince's thigh. He heard Legolas moan as they broke from their kiss, and Orophin began fondling the Prince's ear with his tongue. He wanted Legolas very badly and there was no mistaking it. Legolas could feel Orophin's desire, as the Marchwarden could feel his.
Legolas whispered, "Come back to the shore with me; I want to enjoy you in the sunshine."
Orophin smiled wickedly, "I would follow you anywhere, my Liege. I am your obedient servant."
Legolas smiled at him over his shoulder as he took him by the hand and led him from the water. The two Elves lay on the blanket together and Legolas rolled on top of Orophin, propping himself up on his elbows and undoing the Marchwarden's braids. "Your hair is getting tangled, meldiramin, and I would like to run my hands through it."
Orophin closed his eyes, trying to ignore the desperate pleas of this body to take the young Prince; he wanted to relish this, to enjoy it, and he wanted to take his time. He felt Legolas' long fingers lightly scratch his scalp as he ran his hands through his hair, gently working through the tangles where his braids had been. He purred and sighed at the Prince's touch, feeling his urgent need press into his thigh. He then felt his lips trace his jaw, working his way down his neck and shoulder, trailing his tongue to one taut nipple, lapping and nibbling at it as he squirmed beneath him. "Ai, Legolas, you are torturing me with your mouth."
Legolas chuckled against his chest and sighed, "You taste so good, Orophin, like salt mixed with honeysuckle; your skin is like silk, melethron." He worked his way down his chest, pausing to dip his tongue into his navel, feeling his stomach flinch away.
"That tickles, meldir," Orophin laughed softly, "But it also feels so good…" He moaned quietly as Legolas continued his ministrations. The Prince drew his tongue along the underside of his arousal from base to tip, lazily circling its head, and gently probing its weeping opening. Orophin gripped the blanket in his fists as he felt the Prince spread his legs and move further back, lapping at the soft sack of skin, continuing further back, flicking his tongue around his tight entrance, and gently probing inside. He arched his back and bit down on his lip, moaning deeply as Legolas explored his body, finding each place to touch him to drive him mad. He was fully engorged and begging the Prince to take him. Legolas sat up, smiling and returning his mouth to Orophin's desire. The Marchwarden ran his hands through his flaxen mane, gently guiding his head as the Prince pleasured him. He moaned and purred and arched his back, gently thrusting into his mouth, he gasped as Legolas drew him into the back of his throat and began to swallow him, and cried out as he climaxed, spilling his seed down Legolas' throat.
Legolas slowly and lazily cleaned his lover, quietly purring and stroking his stomach and thighs. Orophin lay spent, his eyes closed and lips parted, trembling with small aftershocks. He sighed, and thought to himself that he may have met the perfect lover for him. He always became bored so easily with his lovers, but did not imagine that would be the case with Legolas, the Prince was… masterful. Legolas rose to kiss the lips of the young Elf, "Did that meet with your approval, melethron nín?" he whispered.
Orophin nodded and whispered, "Oh yes, my Liege, very much." He opened his eyes and rolled on top of the young Prince. "What would you have of me, my Lord?"
Legolas smiled wickedly and growled, "I would have all of you, Orophin, but for now, I will settle for being inside you."
Orophin smiled coyly and straddled the Prince, guiding his hand to his entrance, "As you wish, my Lord." He quietly gasped as he felt Legolas' fingers slide inside him in rapid succession, first one, then another, then a third. He writhed on top of him as Legolas probed and stroked him until he found his mark, earning a loud moan for his effort. Orophin rocked on top of him, balancing on his knees and heels, his powerful thighs flexing and stretching as he undulated on top of the Prince. Legolas ran his free hand down Orophin's powerful abdomen, taking hold of his desire and slowly stroking it, watching Orophin succumb to desire again. "Take me, Legolas…" he whispered, and Legolas did. He removed his fingers and positioned himself at the Elf's entrance and groaned as Orophin lowered himself down upon his rigid arousal. Orophin directed the motion, rising and sinking, angling his hips until he shuddered and cried out. Legolas gasped as he felt the muscles clench tight around him, he dug his fingers into Orophin's hip as the Elf continued to rock against him, rising and falling with increasing speed and depth. Legolas pumped his lover's arousal in time with the motion, until they both climaxed. Orophin slowly lifted himself off the Prince, and Legolas pulled him down to his chest. They lay in one another's arms, panting and sweating against one another.
Legolas chuckled, "I think we need another dip in the pool, meldiramin." Orophin quietly nodded, his head resting on the Prince's shoulder. Legolas looked down at him when he did not answer, "Orophin? Are you all right?"
"Yes," he whispered. In truth, he was anything but all right; the experience had overwhelmed him and he was not sure why. Legolas was certainly not the first male he had allowed inside him, but he was most definitely the best. Orophin found himself shaken by the experience; it had been far more emotional than he intended. He had to bite his lip to keep from saying the words that danced across his lips; words that once said could not be forgotten. He still trembled in Legolas' arms and silently cursed himself for it. He could sense that the Prince was not ready to commit to him; he sensed that there was someone else. He frowned when he thought of the lecture he had received from Thranduil, how he should "not tarry with his son's heart." Now that he lay here with him, who was tarrying with whose heart, he wondered.
Legolas reached down and turned his face up to meet his, "Orophin, are you sure you are all right? You have grown rather quiet."
Orophin gazed into his deep sapphire blue eyes and his beautiful face, and lied, "Yes, meldir, I am fine," he added a mischievous grin, "it appears you have worn me out, I am quite tired."
Legolas sighed, "We have a long ride home, but it is still early yet, perhaps we should rest some more, yes?"
"That would be a good idea, I think." Orophin started to rise from Legolas' shoulder and was pulled back down.
"Take a nice cool dip with me, then we can lie here in each other's arms and dry in the sunshine." He pressed a kiss to Orophin's lips, "I like the feeling of having you in my arms, my Marchwarden." The Prince whispered. Orophin smiled and took his hand, wading back into the water with him and returning to the bank to lie in his arms. Despite the warning voice in his head, Orophin snuggled close to him and closed his eyes and began drifting off into reverie.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil returned from sparring with his troops and entered his chamber. He was slick with sweat and covered in sand from the pit, and he stretched as he disrobed. He noted that it was late afternoon and Legolas had not yet returned from his ride with Orophin. He felt a twinge deep within his stomach at the thought of the two of them, of the Marchwarden making love to his son, and quickly shook it off. This had to end, he knew it, but it was going to be hard to let go of him. "By Elbereth, how did it get this far?" he whispered to his empty room. He loved Legolas, more than life itself, and would do anything for him, but letting go of him as his lover would prove difficult. He stared out the arched doorway into the garden he shared with his son, a tear flowing from his eye. He heard the almost imperceptible click of his door latching and the nearly soundless footsteps of his son crossing the floor. Legolas' long arms wrapped around him and his hands slid through the sweat and sand that covered his father's skin. Thranduil's breath caught in his throat when he felt the sensation of his son's warm, soft tongue sliding across his shoulder blade and heard his soft purr as he caressed his chest, gently fondling the ring he had placed there the night before against his finger.
"I missed you today, Ada." He whispered breathlessly.
Thranduil closed his eyes and felt the familiar heat of desire flare between his legs, "I missed you as well, Iôn. Did you have a good day with Orophin?"
Legolas' fingers trailed down his abdomen and his teeth gently nipped at Thranduil's shoulder, "Yes, but I would rather have been here with you. Funny, he did not seem homesick at all to me." Thranduil winced; knowing his son had discovered his ruse to put the two of them together. The Prince continued, "I think you were looking for an excuse to get rid of me for the day and thought you would have Orophin throw himself at me to keep me occupied."
Thranduil whispered, "I do not want to get rid of you, Iôn, I love your company. I just thought you might like to spend the day with someone of your own age. My company must get tedious for you, day after day." He bit back a moan as his son's fingers began unlacing his leggings.
Legolas purred, "Never, Ada. I could never grow tired of you, amin mela le, my Lord." He slid his strong hands inside his father's leggings, grasping his arousal and stroking it slowly.
Thranduil leaned his head back and moaned quietly, closing his eyes and resting his weight back against his son. He whispered raggedly, "And did he, Iôn?"
"Did he what, Ada?" Legolas purred as he began pressing his groin into his father's buttocks.
"Throw himself at you…" Thranduil began to breathe heavily as he succumbed to his son's touch.
"Not really, but… we did…" he found he could not say the words, not to the one he loved. He felt guilty, not ashamed, but guilty.
Thranduil moaned as Legolas squeezed and stroked him, rubbing the tip of his arousal with his thumb. He covered his son's hand with his own and reached behind him with the other one to stroke his hair. "And did you enjoy it, Iôn?"
Legolas growled, "I do not want to talk about it, Ada. I want you to make love to me."
Thranduil turned to face his son, caressing his face and leaning in to kiss him. Legolas ran his hands into his father's hair, pressing his mouth to his and hungrily kissing him. He pulled back and gazed deeply into his father's eyes, "I want you so much, you taste so good, feel so good, I cannot stop thinking of you. Amin mela le…"
Thranduil ran his hands over his son's strong body, listening to his moans and sighs, "Amin mela le, Legolas." As he kissed and caressed his son's body he tried to forget what had to be, he tried to forget about what had been, and only love him, in that moment.
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