Title & Chapter Number: Forbidden Bond 5/6
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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: Orophin opens his heart to Legolas and fears rejection, Thranduil makes a new friend, Legolas discovers what it is to be jealous.
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.
As Orophin dismounted, he spied the object of his affection grooming one of the foals. He could not tell whether he was happy to see the young Prince or not, his body told him he was, but his heart said otherwise. He sighed and strolled into the paddock with his horse, removing his pack and placing it upon the ground. Legolas looked up from his work and smiled upon seeing his friend, and approached him.
"Mae Govannen, Orophin. How was the patrol? I have missed you." He gently placed his hand on the side of Orophin's head and smiled.
"Did you?" Orophin grumbled under his breath before continuing in a more proper tone of voice, "It was fine, my Lord, uneventful, really."
Legolas frowned, noting the discomfort in Orophin's expression, "No Orcs then?"
Orophin squatted on the ground organizing his pack and trying not to look at the Prince, "Nay, my Lord, not a one. We did exterminate some spiders near the road though."
Legolas shivered, "Ai, I hate spiders, ugh."
Orophin looked up at the Prince and smiled, "Aye, they are dreadful, my Lord. Thankfully, we do not have any in the Golden Wood."
Legolas squatted beside him and spoke softly, "I have missed you, Orophin, though I can see you choose not to believe my words." He leaned in, "Perhaps you will believe this…" He placed a soft kiss to the surprised Elf's lips.
Orophin closed his eyes, and ignored the warning cry of his heart and returned his kiss, softly opening his mouth and quietly moaning. Legolas sank to his knees in the dirt and ran his hands into Orophin's hair, he smelled of grass and pine boughs, and the sweet dusty scent of his horse. Legolas pressed his lips into Orophin's mouth; softly moaning and tasting him, feeling Orophin's hands slide up his sides and around his back. The kiss was long and slow, full of passion and longing, and it did indeed convey how much Legolas had missed the young March Warden. When they finally broke from the kiss, Orophin's head swam and he looked into Legolas' deepening blue eyes. He croaked out a hoarse whisper, "I am filthy, my Lord. I loathe to have you touch me in this condition," he looked at the ground, "but I missed you as well, more than I would like to admit."
Legolas smiled and nuzzled his ear, "You smell like the wood and the fine scent of your horse." Orophin tried to pull away, still looking at the ground, but Legolas gripped him tight and continued, "I like the way you smell, Orophin, and the way you taste." He raised his chin and gazed into the young Elf's eyes. "Why are you so reluctant to open your heart to me, meldir? I promise you, I would not hurt it."
Orophin frowned, "Nay, I cannot believe your promises, Legolas. Your heart belongs to another; I can sense it. Perhaps it is your way to play with the affections of others, but it is not mine."
Legolas furrowed his brow, "Is that so? That is not what I have seen from you, Orophin, nor is it what I know to be true. How is it that you came to be in Mirkwood, meldir? Answer me true."
Orophin pulled from Legolas' grasp, "If you are so wise then you tell me, for it seems you already know. Did my brother put you up to this? Did he tell you to ensnare my heart then cast me aside to teach me a lesson?" He briskly turned and walked away.
Legolas rose and followed him, catching him by the elbow and pinning him against the stable wall. He leaned in, on the verge of kissing him, but not doing so. "I know nothing of your brother, meldir, I only know you. It is not my way to play with the affections of others and I do not play with yours. I have spoken true to you, Orophin; I am not false. It is true that I have been involved with another, but it is not what you think. I am free to choose who I want to be with, and I want to be with you. I want to come to know you, I want…" his voice trailed off before finishing the sentence and he released him and turned away.
Orophin furrowed his brow and placed his hand upon Legolas' back, "What do you want, meldir?" he whispered softly.
Legolas turned to face him, "I want you, Orophin. I want the time to allow my feelings to find their way, I want to know what it is that I do feel."
Orophin's heart stopped, this was what he had wanted to hear since that day by the waterfall. He whispered, "And I want the opportunity to prove myself to you, Legolas. I want you to know me, as I really am, not as I appear to be. I want to win your heart, my Liege."
Legolas embraced him, running his hands into his hair and placing soft kisses about his face and neck. "Oh, Orophin, you have nothing to prove to me, a'maelamin. You have been a kind and good friend, now it is time for us to become more."
Orophin melted into the Prince's embrace, returning his amorous kisses and caresses. He whispered into the Prince's ear, "Make love to me, Legolas. I want to lie in your arms, I want to feel your body pressed into mine."
Legolas took him by the hand and led him from the stable back to the palace.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil had just risen from his bath and changed into his formal robes, when he heard the sound of his son's door latch shut. He heard the soft sighs and moans of the beginnings of love making waft through the open window, and he sat down upon the bed. He closed his eyes, listening to the pure, sweet music that was his son's voice, the sighs and moans that had come to haunt his thoughts and his heart. He knew Legolas was in there with Orophin, and he was both happy and heartbroken. He rose from his bed and wiped a tear from his eye, leaving his chamber for the solace of his library.
As he walked down the hall he was greeted by his herald, "My Lord, a delegate from Imladris has arrived early. He has been escorted to his quarters but requests an audience with you."
Thranduil nodded and answered, "Show him to my study, I will be with him shortly." The herald turned on his heels and walked back down the hall. Thranduil took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fog of sadness that clung to him. This meeting would be a welcome distraction, something to take his mind off all that troubled him. He walked down the hall and entered the kitchen, instructing the steward to bring wine and fruit to his study, he then continued down the hall to his meeting.
Upon entering his study, he found his visitor already there, comfortably seated on the near side of his desk. He rounded the desk and took a seat as his visitor rose, politely requesting that he sit. he was not in the mood for formalities. When he looked up at his visitor, he was taken aback. He was extraordinarily handsome, fine features and glittering grey eyes. His dark hair was braided and pinned back from his fair, aristocratic face with jeweled, but understated combs. His long fingers were folded in his lap, resting comfortably atop the folds of his dark, velvet robes. He looked vaguely familiar, but he could not place him. He took a deep breath and steadied his voice, "Welcome to Emyn-nu-Fuin…" his voice trailed off as he realized he did not know the lovely creature's name.
His visitor bowed his head, "Many thanks for the warm welcome, my Lord. I am grateful for your hospitality, as is my Lord Elrond."
Thranduil cocked his head, "Pardon me, meldir, but I am afraid I do not know you. What is your name and your position?"
His visitor smiled graciously, "Forgive me, my Lord, I should have formally introduced myself. I am Erestor, Chief Counselor to Lord Elrond."
Thranduil smiled, "Erestor, yes, now I remember you. Your service at the Battle of Dagorlad was exemplary, I was impressed with your knowledge of battle tactics and planning, not to mention your… unique skills in interrogation. Yes, I was quite impressed indeed. However, I must have been blind not to notice your beauty, for I surely would not have forgotten that." He smiled when he noted the slightest blush on the Counselor's cheek, almost hidden by his unflappable manner.
Erestor regarded the King of Mirkwood with some amount of wariness; he remembered how beautiful he was, as was his father. He knew he needed to be careful with this King, he was most certainly attracted to him, but he could not let his beauty distract him from his task; he had a job to do. He smiled inwardly when he thought of just how enjoyable this visit might turn out to be. He smiled politely and answered, "You flatter me, my Lord, you are too kind. I hope we can grow to know one another better during my stay."
Thranduil smiled and could see the spark of attraction in the Counselor's eye, "You can be certain of that, meldir, I will see to it."
After a lengthy political conversation regarding the current state of affairs in both Mirkwood and Imladris, Erestor returned to his quarters and Thranduil returned to his chamber. Upon entering his room, he silently crossed the garden and peeked through the window into his son's chamber. There he saw his son, cradling Orophin in his arms and sleeping peacefully, a gentle smile crossing his lips. The young March Warden was curled around his son, a blissful smile on his face. Thranduil smiled, his son had found someone at last, someone he could love openly, without guilt, without shame, someone he could be with for as long as he so desired. He quietly returned to his chamber and readied himself for dinner.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil sent his herald to invite Erestor to have dinner in his private suite. He was a bit concerned as to Legolas' reaction to him showing interest in another, but at this point, it was really about his own survival; Thranduil had to find someone to distract him from the pain of separating from his lover. While Legolas would always be his son, he would no longer be his lover, and Thranduil found he missed him already; his arms ached to hold him, his body burned to be next to him, and he had to make it stop, for both their sakes. He drew the heavy velvet curtains closed over the window that overlooked his garden, something he had not done since his son had become his lover. He knew that Legolas would recognize that this meant he was with someone, and hoped his son would not be hurt by it. Through all his efforts to help and protect his son, he felt he had done more damage then he would have if he had forced him to suffer through his feelings. Now it was time to stop protecting him, it was time to let him be the adult he had become.
A soft rap upon the door roused him from his thoughts and he took a deep breath and crossed the room, opening the door and inviting the Counselor from Imladris in. Erestor entered the chamber and looked around. It was elegant and warm; a small oak table sat off to one side, set for dinner with a bottle of wine and two glasses. The cozy sitting room was lit with several lanterns and the plush oak and velvet chairs looked comfortable and inviting. Through the doorway on the far side of the room, he could see Thranduil's bedchamber, also lit by candles and the silk and velvet bedcovers were turned down. The perfume of jasmine and gardenia drifted into the room from outside and he took a deep breath, the sweet aroma causing him to quietly sigh. "This is lovely." He said softly and he felt the King's hands upon his shoulders.
"Let me take your cloak, meldir." Thranduil removed the Counselor's cloak and hung it upon a rack by the door.
Erestor was not surprised to see they were alone, no servants or waiters were present. He turned to face the King and took a deep breath as he approached, he was extraordinarily beautiful, even more so then the last time he saw him at the Black Gates. "It is an honor to share dinner with you, my Lord. Thank you for the invitation." He said softly.
Thranduil motioned for him to sit and served him a glass of wine. They quietly talked with one another, getting to know something of each other over dinner. After dinner, Erestor took note of the sadness he saw in Thranduil's eyes, sadness the King sought to cover up with conversation. Erestor's keen skills of observation also noted that Thranduil wanted something of him, but seemed reluctant to ask. He smiled as he discerned what it was, and rose from his chair, kneeling before the King's feet. He softly spoke to him, taking his hands in his own, "I sense you carry a burden, my Lord, a burden you seek relief from. If I can help you in some way, I would be honored to do so."
Thranduil looked down at the elegant Elf that kneeled at his feet, and was overcome by the warring emotions in his heart. A tear fell from his eye and his normally steely resolve began to crumble. "I have no right to ask anything of you, meldir. I do not know what it was that I was thinking when I invited you here. I apologize for my impropriety, it is not fitting that I handle you thus. You are clearly a honorable and worthy companion, but I fear my motives are not what you may think."
Erestor smiled and pressed his lips to Thranduil's hands before continuing, "Your motives are unimportant, my Lord. I know what it is I offer and ask nothing in return of you. You need not worry about me, my Lord, I am not fragile, though I may appear to be so."
Thranduil grasped the folds of the Counselor's robes in his hands and pulled him up so their lips met. Erestor folded his lithe form against the King, returning his passionate kiss with burning intensity. Thranduil pulled Erestor into his lap so that the Counselor straddled him in the wide chair. He ran his hands into the King's hair pressed his body against him. In his last moment of lucidity that evening, he laughed at himself, remembering his own warning not to let Thranduil distract him from the task at hand. Apparently, that warning would go unheeded.
Thranduil slid his hands down the Counselor's back and grasped the backs of his thighs, gently kneading the flesh and muscle that lay beneath the heavy velvet. Thranduil slid forward in the chair and Erestor gripped him tightly as he rose, lifting him with him as the Counselor wrapped his long legs around him and Thranduil carried him into his bedchamber. The kisses were becoming more urgent, and Erestor was tugging at the King's robes, desperate to get at the flesh and muscle beneath them.
Thranduil laid him upon the bed, leaning over him and quickly unfastening the clasps that held his robe shut. He pulled the robe open and ran his strong hands over the Counselor's ivory skin, caressing the firm muscles in his chest, dipping his mouth to lap at one of his nipples. Erestor closed his eyes and smiled, quietly gasping as Thranduil took one of his nipples in his mouth, gently nibbling it and sucking at it until it was taught. He whimpered in protest when the King removed his mouth, rising to his feet and peeling his robe from his body. The Noldor purred when he took in the vision that was the King of Mirkwood. Everything he had heard was true, he was extraordinary; he had the most beautiful body he had ever seen, muscular and strong, smooth alabaster skin covering rolling curves of muscle. Small mithril rings pierced his nipples as well as his left earlobe, and his prominent arousal was beginning to arch toward his firm, flat stomach.
Erestor sat up as Thranduil removed the robe from his body, sliding it off his shoulders as he took his mouth to his ear. The Counselor growled in response, tangling his long fingers in Thranduil's long flaxen hair and pulling him down to rest on top of him. They slid back, laying across the bed and consumed each other with their mouths and hands, touching and tasting every inch of skin, exploring each other, searching for the places that would drive each of them mad. Thranduil forcefully, but respectfully, rolled the Counselor over to his stomach, laying on top of him and sliding his rigid desire in between his buttocks. Erestor arched his back, and whispered erotic words into his ear as the King moaned, biting down on his shoulders and neck. Erestor bucked back into him growling, "Take me, my Lord, consume me, claim me…"
Thranduil leaned across the bed and grasped a vial of oil, coating his arousal and his fingers with it. He reached down and pressed his fingers inside the Noldor, hearing him groan and feeling him writhe beneath him. He guided Erestor's hips off the bed, spreading him and entering him in one smooth thrust. Erestor groaned and thrust back against him roughly and Thranduil smiled. It had been quite sometime since he had handled a lover this way and he found he missed it. He set a punishing pace, thrusting forcefully into the Noldor, brushing his mark with unerring accuracy as Erestor writhed against him, moaning and whimpering with each delicious thrust. His own arousal ached and wept, but he kept his hands planted firmly upon the bed, knotting the covers in his fists; it was incredible, Thranduil filled him and moved inside him with a skill he had only known from one other. To be his lover would be wondrous, he thought, and he arched his back and groaned as Thranduil leaned down, scooping him up and pulling him back against him. The King sucked and nibbled at his ear, causing him to shudder with ever-increasing intensity, spiraling upward into an erotic nirvana. He reached behind him, clasping his hand around Thranduil's neck, listening to the beautiful, sexual words that issued from his perfect lips. He could make love to the King for hours, for days, and never get enough, he felt so good, tasted so good, the Noldor was amazed. He turned his head and whispered into Thranduil's ear, "Please touch me, my Lord, take me in your hands."
Thranduil complied, stroking the Counselor's engorged arousal as he thrust inside him. Erestor molded his body to that of the King's, rocking back to meet each thrust, then thrusting forward into his hand. He groaned as he came to completion, and Thranduil moaned his name into his ear as he felt Erestor's body tighten around him, and he spilled himself inside his body. They fell to the bed, panting, covered in sweat and Thranduil pulled him into an embrace, stroking his lithe form and whispering in his ear.
Erestor smiled and purred in his embrace, "You are a wonderful lover, my Lord. This has been a rare and true privilege."
Thranduil chuckled, "You are indeed an inspiration, Erestor, and an amazing lover in your own right," he placed a kiss to the back of Erestor's head, "Thank you, melethron. You have, in your own wisdom, given me exactly what I needed."
Erestor rolled over in his arms and gently touched his face, "It was my pleasure, my Lord."
Thranduil smiled, and Erestor felt his heart skip, "Please, Erestor, do not address me so formally, call me by my name."
Erestor traced his lips with his tongue, "What if I were to call you melethron nín, would that please you?"
Thranduil smiled and flicked his tongue against the Counselor's, "It would indeed…" he then covered Erestor's mouth with his own and drew him into a kiss.
~*~*~*~
Legolas sat on the edge of his bed, peering through the sheer curtains at the blackness of his father's windows. The curtains were drawn and he knew what it meant. A pang of jealousy stabbed at his heart and he sighed. It was only fair, he knew it; if he were to seek love with another, his father should be allowed the same opportunity. He felt the sudden overwhelming urge to run to his father's room, throw himself at his feet and beg him to forget all he had said, beg him to take him back to his bed. He knew if he did that, his father would do as he asked, no matter what the cost to himself.
Making love to Orophin had been wonderful, full of tenderness and passion, passion he did not think he would feel for one other than his father. He was so torn, so conflicted, so afraid. How could he love them both? His teachers had lied to him when he was young, he thought angrily; love was not always poetry and flowers, knowing with unerring certainty that you had found the one you would love for all time. Sometimes love was painful, confusing, frightening, and sometimes you hurt the ones you loved, without meaning to. He felt the strong, soft hands of his new lover on his shoulders, and his smooth, warm skin against his own as Orophin slid in behind him.
Orophin softly kissed his neck and his shoulders, whispering to him, "What is it, a'maelamin? You look worried. Is everything all right?"
Legolas closed his eyes and turned to his beautiful, gentle new lover, "Yes, meleth nín, I am all right, I was just daydreaming." He looked down at the bed, "Do you care for me, Orophin? Truly? Please do not lie. I do not think I could bear it."
Orophin lifted his chin and smiled sweetly, "Look in my eyes, a'maelamin." He caressed his lover's face, "I know I have made mistakes, I know I have treated others unfairly and with no regard for their feelings. But, by Elbereth, I swear to you, I do not do that now. I do care for you, Legolas, I would never hurt you."
Legolas embraced his lover, holding him tight, "I care for you as well, I want to be free to be with you, I do, but..."
Orophin lay his lover back upon the bed caressing his face and mouth with his lips, breathing in his sweet scent, "Do not trouble yourself, sweet Legolas, all things will work themselves out in time. I trust you, I want you to trust me…" He pressed a deep kiss to his mouth and tried to convey all that he felt through it.
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