Title & Chapter Number: Forbidden Bond 6/6
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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 issues an ultimatum, Legolas falls in love, Erestor helps a friend
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.
Thranduil sat at his desk in his private study, aimlessly pouring over paperwork that he was not paying attention to. It had been a week since he had been alone with his son, and he supposed it was more his fault than Legolas'. Erestor had spent every night of the last week in Thranduil's bed, and while the King had grown to trust the Counselor, and greatly enjoyed his company and skill as a lover, he still missed his son. Orophin was due to return to Lothlórien in one month, and Thranduil had thought of sending his son with him for an extended stay, letting him decide for himself what path to choose in his life. He found that his heart ached for Legolas, that he yearned to hold his son in his arms and stroke his hair, to whisper to him as he had once done, to whisper words of love that did not contain undertones of lust and desire. He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the Elflings playing in the meadow outside, and he lost himself in memories of his son. He did not hear Legolas enter, nor did he hear him approach; his first indication of his presence was when he felt his son's head upon his knee.
"I have missed you, Ada."
His son's voice broke his heart, so soft, so beautiful, so full of yearning and innocence lost. A tear traced down his cheek as he whispered, "I have missed you also, my Greenleaf."
Legolas gently pulled his father's legs apart, slowly sliding in between them as his hands crept up his father's thighs. He whispered "I have looked to your chamber every night this week, and seen your windows shut against me. I fear you have shut your heart against me as well."
Thranduil slowly shook his head, whispering, "Never, Iôn, I could never do that. Where is your a'maelamin, Legolas?" His hands left the arms of the chair and came to rest upon his son's shoulders.
"I am with my a'maelamin, Ada, you are my a'maelamin." He whispered.
"What of young Orophin, Iôn? Do you not love him?" He swallowed, feeling his son's head come to rest upon his stomach and his arms wrap around his waist. He struggled to ignore the low, throbbing ache in his loins; he fought to hold to his resolve.
"I think so, Ada, I want to love him. But I cannot stop loving you; I cannot stop wanting you. Does that make me bad? I do not want to hurt him, but being without you hurts me." He pressed his face into his father's robes, breathing in his musky scent.
"It does not make you bad, Legolas. But Orophin would be greatly hurt if he knew you were here. He will not understand what is between us, and he will not want to share your heart with another, no one ever will. I fear you must choose, Greenleaf, you must choose who to give your heart to." He swallowed and took a ragged breath, "You must leave me behind, Legolas. Leave me and go to him, give your heart to him, you will forget this in time. Perhaps one day you will look at me and only see a father who loves his son, instead of seeing a lover."
Legolas clutched his father's robes, pulling against the fabric as he began to silently weep, "No, I cannot, Ada, please do not ask me to do this. Please, do not turn me away. I love you, I want you, I need you, Ada. Do not send me away, I will die without you."
Thranduil sighed, "Please, Iôn, you must trust me, you must believe that this is for the best. I do still love you; nothing in all the world could ever change that. But, we cannot go on this way; you deserve so much more than I can give you, you deserve to live a normal life." Legolas began to sob pitifully in his father's arms, clinging to him as if he were drowning. Thranduil pulled him up into his arms, sitting him upon his lap and cradling his head on his shoulder, "Ssshh, Greenleaf, do not weep. I know this seems hard now, but in time it will stop hurting. You will not die, a'maelamin, you are stronger than you give yourself credit for, you are my proud and strong warrior, you are my Prince, my son, my Greenleaf."
Legolas held his father tight, and buried his face in his hair, he turned his lips to his ear and whispered, "I want to be your lover as well, Ada." His warm, soft tongue caressed the curve of his father's ear, his silky lips found their way to its tip, gently suckling it as he softly moaned.
Thranduil clutched his son's tunic, desperately fighting to resist him, silently praying for the strength to pull away. He trembled, white-hot fire raging through his body, his arousal became rigid almost immediately and he hoarsely whispered, "No, please, I cannot…"
Legolas moaned, "Yes, you can, Ada. You want this as much as I, you want me as badly as I want you," he shifted to straddle him, sinking down onto his lap, "I feel it, Ada, I feel how much you want me, do not deny it."
He felt his son's lips move from his ear to his neck, along his jaw to his mouth, covering it with his own and pressing his tongue inside. Something inside him snapped and the last bit of restraint he possessed faded. With a sudden, shocking realization, he remembered where they were and grabbed his son's hips, forcing him off him and to his feet. Legolas staggered backward and looked at his father in wide-eyed amazement, he had never done anything like it before.
Thranduil stood and shoved the chair backward, taking his son by the elbow and dragging him from the room. His eyes were dilated with passion and his lips were swollen from kissing. He tore down the short hallway and into his chamber, dragging his son with him. He slammed the door behind him and wheeled on his son. Legolas staggered back toward the bed, as he looked at his father with a mixture of shock, lust, and fear. Thranduil stalked across the room taking his son's shoulders in his hands, "Is this what you want, little Greenleaf? You want me as a lover and not a father? I cannot be both, Legolas, it is too hard, it is tearing me apart. Be sure this is what you want before you take this path; it is not a road easily traveled, just ask those who went before you."
This was a side of his father he knew existed, he had heard rumors of it before, but he had never seen it for himself, and it was incredibly arousing, but it was also frightening. The last words his father spoke hung in the air between them, "I cannot be both…" and suddenly he saw what was at stake. The future of their relationship hung on one word, if he chose this path he would never be able to turn back, he would lose his father, forever. It came down to one decision, who did he love more, who did he need more? He opened his mouth and croaked "No. I… I…" and he broke down in tears.
Thranduil's expression softened, he took his son in his arms, tears flowing from his eyes, "I am sorry, Iôn, I am sorry I cannot be everything you need me to be, I have tried. I love you, my Greenleaf."
He lay on the bed with his son, quietly holding him and stroking his hair as he sobbed. Legolas cried himself to sleep and finally grew quiet in his father's arms. In his dream-like state he realized that this was what he really wanted, a father. He needed his father, he needed the safe haven of his arms; he needed to know that he would always love him, always protect him, he would always be his Ada.
~*~*~*~
Erestor looked up from his scrolls as he heard a knock upon his door, he bade them enter and was pleasantly surprised to see his new lover come to him in his quarters. He rose from his desk, and the smile faded from his lips when he saw his face, "My Lord, what is the matter?"
Thranduil crossed the room to him and Erestor came from behind his desk, placing his arms around his friend and guiding him to the bed. "I did as you advised, meldir. It was painful, but you were right. I forced him to choose and he chose as you thought he would, he chose wisely."
Erestor nodded, "It must have been very difficult for you, meldiramin. I wish I could have helped you more."
Thranduil gazed into his eyes and caressed his face, "You have helped me more than you know, Erestor. You have helped me find the way to unburden my heart and save my son. I owe you a debt of gratitude that I will never be able to repay."
Erestor smiled, "You owe me nothing, Thranduil. But, if you would like to do something for me…"
Thranduil placed a kiss upon his full lips, "Anything, meldir, you have but to ask."
Erestor slowly began disrobing him, "You could let me enjoy the silken warmth of your body. You could lie down with me for a nice, long, afternoon nap."
Thranduil smiled and nuzzled his ear and began removing the Counselor's robes, "That is a request that I happily grant."
~*~*~*~
Legolas woke feeling the soft, warm, silky skin of his lover against his, feeling his full, moist lips caress his face and he opened his eyes and smiled. "Orophin, I am glad to see you, a'maelamin."
Orophin smiled and softly kissed his face, "Are you all right, lirimaer? You look as if you have been crying."
"I was, but have reason to no longer. Your touch heals my heart." He turned over to his back and wrapped his arms around the young March Warden. "Mmmm, you smell of lavender and orange blossoms," he lapped at his soft skin, "and you taste like honeysuckle."
Orophin laughed softly, "You always say that. Is that what I really taste like?"
Legolas lapped at him again, running his tongue over his nipples, "Yes, meleth nín, truly, you are so sweet and soft."
Orophin sighed, "You have undone me, my sweet Prince. I am spoiled now, I will be satisfied with no other."
Legolas sighed, "I would have it that way, for I will have none other than you." He rolled on top of his lover and caressed his face. "Stay with me, Orophin, I want to be with you, for as long as you will have me."
Orophin smiled, "I would have you always, Legolas." He placed a soft kiss to his lips, "I have to return home come autumn. Say you will come with me, say you will come to the Golden Wood."
Legolas smiled, he had always wanted to visit Lóthlorien, "I will, a'maelamin, I will come with you."
Orophin beamed at him, "I cannot wait for you to meet my brothers, and for you to meet the Lord and Lady of the wood."
Legolas nuzzled his ear, "Nor can I, but right now, I want you to make love to me, Orophin."
Orophin stroked his Prince's abdomen, "I think I can manage that, my Lord."
~*~*~*~
Erestor stood beside his lover, waiving to the young Prince and the March Warden as they turned and galloped away with their escort. He felt his King squeeze his hand, and he looked at him. He saw how hard it was for him to say goodbye to his son; they had not been apart since Thranduil's return from Barad-dûr. He had written to his Lord in Imladris and requested that he extend his stay, he felt his lover needed him for just a bit longer. Elrond had graciously granted it, as Erestor knew he would. He whispered to his lover, "He will be fine, meldir, the Lord and Lady will look after him."
Thranduil smiled knowingly, "Yes, they will. Galadriel will be sure to look after my son, I do not fear for his safety, but I will miss him. It does my heart good to see him so happy, Erestor, and I owe that to you."
Erestor waived his hand, "Please, my Lord. You owe me nothing, but if you care to show me your appreciation…"
Thranduil reached down and scooped the Counselor up, throwing him over his shoulder as the normally reserved Noldor barked in surprise, "Oh, you have no idea how much I appreciate you, Erestor, but you are about to find out." He carried him back into the palace, heading straight for his chamber.
The End.
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