Title & Chapter Number: Forbidden Bond 4/6
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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 remembers Legolas as a child, Orophin desperately tries to forget Legolas, Thranduil poses a question to his son.
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.
The light of the full moon bathed Thranduil's chamber in silver light, and he lay with his son in his arms. Legolas' slept peacefully, nestled against his chest, one hand resting on his stomach and one leg entwined in between his. He stroked his son's hair, listening to his slow, rhythmic breathing, and his mind drifted to when Legolas was an Elfling. He had been such a brave and curious child; he showed no fear of anything, which made for more than one tense moment in Thranduil's life. When Legolas learned to walk, Thranduil could not take his eyes off him for a second or Legolas would surely have been into something he should not have been. It had been the source of much palace humor, watching Thranduil run around behind his son, always catching him before he fell off the stairs or grabbed an arrow. All the while the exuberant Elfling giggled and smiled and cooed at his father, completely unaware of the stress he caused.
Everyone loved his son; he was kind and gentle, with an acute sense of fairness and honorability. Legolas always did the right thing, not because it was easy, or expected of him, but because it was right. Thranduil had often wondered how his son had grown into such an extraordinary adult. He felt he had not been the best father, but then, he had not exactly had a great example to learn from. His own father had been cold and strict; he had raised Thranduil to be a warrior, fierce, strong, and unforgiving. All that had changed when the Lady of Light came into his life; Galadriel saw through the mask of warrior strength that Thranduil wore, right into his sad and lonely soul. In their brief time together, she had brought him comfort, she had taught him to love, and above all, she gave him the most precious gift of his life, his son. He felt sick when he thought of it now, when he thought of how she would feel if she knew what he did with their son. It had occurred to him that she did know; after all, hers was a unique gift and Legolas was of her womb.
Thranduil felt he had been weak when he should have been strong, he had given in and done the one thing he knew he should not when it came to his son. He had never been able to deny anything to Legolas, but then, Legolas had never asked for anything, not really. He had been a kind, loyal, and dutiful son, and Thranduil felt as if he betrayed that love and loyalty by taking him to his bed. He should have been able to help him another way, he should have made another choice, but now, it was too late. He could only pray that his son would fall in love with another, find another with which to share his life, because Thranduil knew that he was too weak to turn his son away.
He felt his son stir in his arms, softly sighing and snuggling closer to him. He heard him whisper, "Amin mela le, Ada," and felt his soft, warm lips on his neck. "Amin mela le, Greenleaf…" he whispered in return. He closed his eyes and tried to find rest.
~*~*~*~
Orophin lay on his back staring at the ceiling, he could judge by the position of the moon, visible through his window, that it was sometime in the very early morning, just a few hours until dawn, and he could not sleep. He rolled to his side and grumbled, he had a hard tour of border patrol to the south ahead of him and needed to be fully rested, but he could not find solace in sleep. "Damn you, Legolas." He griped to himself. He kicked the covers off of him and flopped to his other side, "Damn you, Haldir…" he grumbled again. It had been his elder brother's idea for him to intern in Mirkwood, and it had not been an idea born out of good intentions. Haldir was furious with him for dallying with one of his lovers and sought to teach his younger brother a lesson.
Now, he was stuck in Mirkwood for the summer season and it was all his brother's fault. He could not get Legolas out of his mind, he was an extraordinary lover, apparently something he inherited from his father, along with his extraordinary beauty and charm. Orophin knew of Thranduil's reputation, there was hardly an Elf in all of Middle Earth that did not. Originally, he had thought to be the recipient of those skills himself, but he had not seen Thranduil express interest in anyone since he had been there; if he did, it was a well-hidden affair. Now, Orophin was consumed with thoughts of Legolas, of his touch and his kiss, of his strong archer's body and unbelievable skill as a lover. And even worse, he liked him and he enjoyed his company; Legolas was bright, warm, and had a wicked sense of humor, something Orophin found was rare amongst Elves.
He knew what he must do, he must pounce upon the next young Elf he saw, he must take as many lovers as he could get away with to drive the Prince from his mind. He would be on patrol for a week or more, and it would be the perfect opportunity to do it, he would be away from Legolas and surrounded by beautiful Silvan Elves… Yes, that was what he would do. He would forget Legolas as soon as he could. He grumbled again and clamped his eyes shut, trying to get some rest.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil was having a very erotic dream, strong hands caressing him, soft lips and tongue exploring his body… he gasped and his eyes flew open and he felt his son's lips caressing his rigid desire, he pulled the covers up and looked underneath them to find him nestled in between his legs, his fingers absently playing in the hair that grew around his arousal, his tongue playfully lapping at his smooth, warm skin. His bright blue eyes looked up to meet his and he raised his head, smiling, "Good morning, Ada." He whispered before returning his mouth to his father's arousal.
Thranduil moaned, his head falling back to the pillow and his hands caressing the back of his son's head. "What a pleasant way to wake up, melethron…" he whispered, and he felt his son softly laugh, his breath fluttering against his arousal. His son grew more talented, day by day, each time they joined he took more pleasure in it than the last and Legolas seemed to be insatiable. He squirmed beneath his son, moaning and gently thrusting up to meet his mouth.
Legolas caressed his arousal with his tongue, exploring the groove beneath the head, lapping at the drops of opalescent seed that wept from the tip. He opened his mouth and swallowed his father, causing Thranduil to groan and arch his back, lifting off the bed before lowering back down again. He loved giving his father pleasure, he loved to hear his deep moans and growls, loved to feel him writhe and squirm at his touch; he loved knowing that his father wanted him as much as he wanted his father, that he craved him as much, loved him as much. He relentlessly sucked and swallowed his father's rigid desire, drawing him closer and closer to climax. He heard his deep groan as he spilled down his throat; he hungrily swallowed every drop, before slowly withdrawing his mouth, and gently lapping up every precious drop of his father's essence.
Thranduil panted and lay beside his son, stroking him and kissing him on his face, "You mean so much to me, Greenleaf. You are the most precious being in all the world to me." He whispered.
Legolas smiled, "As you are to me, Ada. I love you so much, and I want you all the time. Every moment of every day I yearn for you, I think of you every moment we are apart, I dream of you every night as we sleep."
Thranduil kissed his son on the forehead, feeling his arousal press into his thigh, "No more nightmares, Iôn?"
Legolas purred and stroked his father's abdomen, "No, Ada, no more."
He swallowed, despite Legolas' masterful performance, he felt his arousal reawakening under his son's soft dancing fingertips, "Would you like to try something different?" he whispered.
Legolas raised his head, his now dark blue eyes glittering as he licked his lips, "Yes, always, I am always eager to learn new ways to please you, Ada."
Thranduil smiled and caressed his son's face, "This is not about pleasing me, Iôn, this is about pleasing you."
Legolas smiled broadly, "But pleasing you does please me, Ada…"
Thranduil nipped his son's bottom lip, "Do not be coy with me, Legolas, you know my meaning."
Legolas chuckled, "What do you want me to do?"
Thranduil propped the pillows up behind him and leaned back, spreading his legs and patting the bed between them, "Sit here, with your back to me."
Legolas gracefully climbed over his father's legs and sat in between them, turning his back to him and feeling his heart race in his chest. Thranduil reached around his son and placed his hands on his son's chest and gently pulled him back so that he rested upon him. Legolas leaned his head back upon his father and felt his hands roaming across his torso, softly caressing his chest and his stomach as he purred loving words in his ear. He gently arched his back, pressing his chest into his father's hands and softly moaning, his arousal rigidly arching toward his belly. He felt his father's arousal pressing into his lower back, and he arched his back further, sliding up and pressing his buttocks into him.
A deep moan escaped Thranduil's lips as he adjusted himself so that his arousal pressed against his son's buttocks, and Legolas lifted himself so that he did not put too much weight against him. Thranduil reached around and grasped the tops of his son's thighs, gently guiding them back and apart as he slid down a bit into the bed. Legolas lay against his father now, trembling in anticipation, his heavily weeping arousal arching toward his belly; he was moaning and digging his fingers into his father's arms as he felt his fingers press into him. He moaned and arched further, seeming to almost bend in half, his upper back rising off his father's chest and his long hair falling across his shoulder. He planted his feet on the inside of his father's thighs and cried out as Thranduil brushed deep inside him, touching that deep, hidden place that drove him out of his mind. He whispered his breathless approval as Thranduil continued to brush up against that spot, his free arm and legs straining slightly supporting his son's weight.
He withdrew his fingers and Legolas whimpered but was quickly rewarded when he felt his father enter him. He moaned and sighed, he craved this so much, wanted it so much, he loved feeling his father inside him. Thranduil thrust shallowly inside his son a few times, and Legolas rose and sank back down to meet the motion. Then he stopped, he was buried inside him, moving just enough to send tremors through Legolas' body, but not enough to bring him to the heights of ecstasy that lay ahead. Legolas pleaded and whimpered, but Thranduil held him tight by the wrists. He began to manipulate his son's ear with his tongue, drawing it along the edge and sucking and nibbling at the tip. He continued his torture, teasing his ear with his tongue and his body with his rigid desire, occasionally offering a few thrusts before stopping again, as his son pleaded with him.
"Patience, melethron nín, patience…" he whispered, "I want you to find your release just like this, without me touching you, without touching yourself. Let it go, Iôn, just let it come in its own way."
Legolas shook his head, "I cannot, Ada, I need…"
Thranduil gently interrupted his son, "Yes you can, Iôn, trust me, it is worth it, just relax and let go, let it come." He continued to lap at his ear, feeling Legolas writhe against him as he whispered promises of the rapture to come.
After what felt like an eternity of torture, Legolas tensed and arched his back as he groaned and began to spill himself upon his stomach. Thranduil rolled to his side, taking his son with him and began to drive inside him. Legolas cried out as his father brushed against his mark, even as he shuddered in the aftermath of his climax. His arousal reawakened almost immediately and Thranduil slowly stroked it, in rhythm with his thrusts, he caressed his neck and his ear with his lips, feeling his own arousal mercilessly squeezed in the tight passage of his son's body. He groaned as he came to his conclusion, spilling himself inside his son and hearing Legolas whimper as he reached climax again, spilling himself on his father's hands and his own stomach. The Prince lay in his father's arms and trembled, shuddering with aftershocks of the most intense orgasm he had ever felt. He panted and moaned softly, snuggling back against his father and drawing his arms tighter around him.
Thranduil gently kissed his son's neck and shoulders as he held him tight. He felt him trembling in his arms, his chest expanding and contracting, his skin damp with sweat. He heard him whisper, "I am cold, Ada." And he reached down and drew the covers up around them, stroking his son's hair, "Amin mela le, Legolas…" he whispered.
Legolas turned over in his father's arms and nestled his head beneath his chin, "Amin mela le, Ada." He whispered in return and held him tight.
~*~*~*~
Orophin sat astride his horse and surveyed the meadow. So far there had been no real incidents save the run in with a couple of spiders the night before. Orophin cringed, `spiders… ugh.' He hated them, and it was not a hardship killing them by any means. They had not seen one Orc or Uruk since the patrol started, and they were due to return to the caves the following day. He had made good use of his time on patrol, and had a few very… creative encounters with his fellow guard. He wished he could just gallop away, gallop the few miles to the Old Forest Road and gallop the rest of the way to Lóthlorien, but there would be hell to pay if he did, and he knew it.
He wondered what Thranduil was going to offer as a gesture for his service, some jewel or sum of fine wine, or perhaps… He shook his head; no, he would never offer that. If he were really lucky, the King may offer him a night in his bedchamber, and the Elf raised an eyebrow, as scary as Thranduil could be that was a rather appealing thought, one night in his masterful arms. Orophin purred silently at the thought of it.
He raised his hand to his comrades as they motioned to travel on and he squeezed his horse into a trot as they picked their way amongst the fallen trees and brush. He would see Legolas again the following day, and he frowned, he had been successfully able to push the Prince from his mind until just that afternoon. He wondered who the Prince's secret lover was, who the one was that kept him from opening his heart to him. He frowned again, he supposed he had not earned that privilege; he also had a bad reputation and had no reason to believe that Legolas would give his heart to one who played with others as a matter of routine. His nana had warned him when he was younger not to play with the affections of others or it would come back to haunt him. Unfortunately neither he, nor his brothers, had listened, and now it did. If he did not have his well-earned reputation, perhaps the Prince might consider him more seriously.
He galloped along side his fellow guard as they made their way to the campsite they had chosen for the night.
~*~*~*~
Legolas woke in his own bed, buried beneath the covers. He sat up and looked around for his father but did not see him. He rubbed his face, he felt as though he had slept for days. The chambermaid had come and gone, setting out clean clothes and bringing fresh flowers into his room. He stretched his long arms and legs, sighing as he untangled himself from the bedcovers. He crossed the room and retrieved his robe, venturing out into the garden and still not finding his father, peeking into his room and seeing his bed freshly made. It was late afternoon and he had slept the day away and could not figure out how he ended up in his own bed when he had fallen asleep in his father's bed, securely nestled in his strong arms.
A cool breeze blew through the garden and he dropped his robe, stepping into the warm spring and washing the scent of his father from him. He hated doing it, but he did not want to do anything that raised suspicions amongst his friends or chambermaids. Every night he took great care to mess up his freshly made bed so that it appeared that he slept in it. He was careful to avoid entering his father's chamber from the main hall unless he knew he would not be spotted. Once inside their chambers, they could be who they wanted to be, lovers, for they would not be interrupted; but outside, under the watchful gaze of his father's subjects, they had to be father and son and nothing more.
As he sat back in the warm water, he remembered the experience he shared with his father that morning, and he wondered if Orophin had ever tried it. He opened his eyes and lifted his head, shocked that he was thinking of him, fantasizing about him. Orophin was the only Elf, other than his father, that he had been with or even thought of in that way. His eyes narrowed as he wondered how long his father had been planning the day he spent with Orophin, and why he had done it. He swallowed when it occurred to him that perhaps his father was growing tired of him. Thranduil had forgone all others since he took his son to his bed and he had many lovers before Legolas. The Prince rose from the bath and dressed in his robes, it was almost time for the evening meal and he sat upon his bed braiding his hair and making himself presentable for dinner. He closed his eyes as he tucked the last braid into place and worried about his father.
Perhaps he had asked too much of him, taken too much from him, he had only wanted to love him, to be with him, but now he had put him in an impossible position. His father would never hurt him, he knew that; and if his father no longer wanted to be with him, he would never tell him. He heard the rustle of fabric and felt the strong hands of his father upon his thighs.
Legolas opened his eyes and looked down into Thranduil's sapphire blue gaze and stroked his face. Thranduil furrowed his brow and slid in to kneel between his son's legs, "What is it, Iôn? You look worried."
Legolas lips began to tremble and a tear trickled down his cheek, "Oh, Ada, I am sorry. I am so sorry." He whispered.
Thranduil's hands slid up his son's thighs to rest upon his waist, "Sorry for what, Iôn?"
"For what I have done to you. I never should have…"
Thranduil's fingers pressed against his son's lips, "Stop, Legolas. Do not blame yourself for this. It was my doing, my responsibility. I am the one who is at fault."
Legolas looked at his father through his tears, "I do not regret it, Ada. I love you and I want to be with you, but it is not fair to you. I am selfish."
Thranduil embraced his son, "No, Greenleaf, you are not selfish, you have never been selfish. You were honest with me, that is all. I was the one who made this decision, I was the one who took you to my bed."
"Do you regret it, Ada?" His voice was so quiet that it was barely heard and he trembled in anticipation of his father's answer.
"I do not regret loving you, Legolas, I will never regret that. I only regret that I have stolen your youth; I have taken your innocence from you and I will never forgive myself for it."
Legolas threw his arms around his father, squeezing him tight, "No, Ada, you have not. You have given me a precious gift, one I will treasure for the rest of my life." He sniffled and drew a deep breath, "If you can do this no more, if you need me to let you go, I can, I will."
Thranduil's heart leapt in his chest, the moment had come, the moment he had hoped for, and dreaded. He withdrew from his son's embrace and looked into his eyes, searching for the answer, wondering if it was Legolas' wish to be free of this weight or if he was making some kind of sacrifice for him. "Do you love another, Iôn?" he whispered, "Be honest with me, you will not hurt me."
Legolas looked at his lap, "I… I do not know, Ada. I have begun to grow close to another, but I do not know if it is love, I do not know if he..." he sighed, unable to finish the sentence.
Thranduil lifted his son's chin and smiled, "Love takes time, Iôn. It can only grow if it is nurtured and given the time and space it needs to reach its full potential. Your heart cannot be divided in two, Greenleaf. If there is someone that you want to know better, that you want to explore a loving relationship with, then you must let go of me. It is the only way." He pressed a kiss to his son's forehead. "I am your father, Legolas, I will always love you and I will always be here for you. Take some time to be with this one that you are interested in. If it turns out that you do not love him, then I will be here, if you need me."
Legolas embraced his father, "I do not want to hurt you, Ada. I do not want you to be alone."
Thranduil smiled, tears tracking down his face, "Legolas, you are so noble. How did you grow to be so strong and wise? I will not be alone, Greenleaf, you will always be my son, you will always love me as my son."
Father and son embraced as just that, perhaps for the first time since the whole strange affair began. They rose from the bed and walked down the hall for dinner.
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