Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 10/17
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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 - not to mention a boatload of angst. If you find this offensive, or you are under-age, I strongly suggest you stop now.
Betas: Alex
Cast: Legolas/Thranduil, Glorfindel/Erestor, Legolas/Erestor, Thranduil/Glorfindel
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: None
Summary: The time of the Elves is over, and the last remaining Elves sail for the west. Thranduil and Gildor find pleasure in one another and leave the King's home behind, Legolas faces the past.
Notes: This story came out of a little one I wrote as a companion to the Rock Stars series. The plot bunny, however, refuses to leave, so here I am, exercising my demons. This is inspired by the beautiful Elves that Professor Tolkien created much to our joy and amazement; and by the beautiful, sometimes sad, and heartrending music of U2 that I was listening to when I wrote it. Thanks so much to everyone who gave me encouragement, Alex (my wonderful beta reader on this and the Rock Stars series), Dawn, Larian (my wonderful beta reader on the Tale of Two Brothers series), Hawk, Zee, Ninie, and L.K. (and yes, I cried like a baby when I wrote it…)
May 20th, 122, Fourth Age, Eryn Lasgalen
Thranduil stretched and felt the warmth of his lover's skin upon his body. He smiled sleepily as he gathered Gildor into his arms, and the Noldo purred in response. His strong hands were callused from chopping wood and building fires. His already powerful body was strengthened even further from the business of hard work that had become his daily life. His palace was empty save Gildor and his few companions. Each of them pulled their own weight; there was no hierarchy as there had been when he ruled the realm that was Mirkwood. He found he enjoyed it; the hard work and daily chores took his mind off all that troubled him.
He and Gildor made periodic trips to Rohan, slowly but surely trading the last of his belongings for more portable currency. Men grew closer to the caves everyday, and not all of them were good men. Thranduil was determined that not a one of them would get their hands upon his hard-earned bounty; when they eventually found the caves, they would find them empty. On more than one occasion, they had to do battle with thieves and robbers to protect their goods; soon their location would be a secret no longer.
Gildor sighed as his hand traveled down the King's abdomen, coming to rest just above his groin. Thranduil moaned softly and arched his back, pressing his chest up against the Noldo's mouth, as Gildor fondled the ring he had once placed there against his tongue. The sensation caused Thranduil to tremble slightly, his half-asleep senses snapping to full alert. He hissed through his clenched jaw as Gildor continued his ministrations, unconsciously beginning to undulate against the Elf Lord's body. Gildor purred again as he slid on top of his lover, rocking his pelvis against the Sindar. His mouth moved from his chest to his lips and he teased the heated, silken flesh of his lover's awakening arousal with his fingers.
Thranduil rolled on top of his lover, grabbing Gildor's wrists and pinning them above his head. The Noldo did not resist as he reached for his lover with his mouth and moaned, he was afire with want, burning with lust and desire for Thranduil. The King stared down into the Noldo's gray-blue eyes and teased his mouth with his tongue. "You are in a wicked mood this morning, melethron." The King growled.
Gildor smiled and caught the Sindar's bottom lip between his teeth and growled playfully as he wrapped his strong legs around Thranduil's waist and thrust up into him. "One can hardly blame me, my Lord. You are very tempting, I find myself wanting you every minute of everyday."
Thranduil smiled, he felt the simmering heat of desire begin to build within his core, each undulating touch of his lover caused it to build another notch. He dipped his mouth to the Elf Lord's ear and caressed the gentle curve with his tongue, drawing the point into his mouth and suckling it. Gildor moaned and began to thrust into his King, his rigid, weeping desire throbbing mercilessly between them. He knew this game well, Thranduil loved to torment him, to leave him begging and whimpering before bringing him his release, and he loved for the King to do it. His moans slowly turned into soft cries and whimpers, his cries became more urgent as he became more aroused. He could feel the Sindar's rigid sex pressing into his stomach, he could feel the moist, delicious heat building between them, and he squeezed the King with his powerful legs, pulling him closer. His heart was racing, his skin was painfully alive with want and need; a thin sheen of sweat covered his body as he crept closer to climax, causing his lover to slide against him in a luscious rhythm.
Gildor arched his back and moaned pitifully, Thranduil could tell he was nearing the breaking point, as was he. He longed to be inside the Noldo, to bury himself in his velvet heat, to thrust inside his tight, willing body over and over. Gildor was crying out with increased urgency, beginning to struggle against him, he could feel the Noldo's heart pounding against him, his rapid breath, and the tension in his body that would only increase when he cried out in release. A litany of erotic words spilled from the Elf Lord's lips as Thranduil continued to consume his ear. He growled and moaned, he struggled to free his wrists from the Sindar's grasp but to no avail; Thranduil was stronger than he. It was then that he felt it, white-hot fire roaring through his body, he cried out and arched against the King, feeling his seed spill from his body and flood his stomach. He groaned and trembled against his lover, knowing it was far from over, in fact, it had just started.
Thranduil smiled against Gildor's ear, now it was his turn. He released the Noldo's wrists and felt his trembling hands come to rest upon his back. He rose off Gildor, flipping him to his stomach and grasping his hips, raising them off the bed as the Elf Lord pulled his knees underneath him. The King stroked his own desire, coating both his fingers and his arousal with his own seed, and placed his hands upon the Noldo's buttocks, gently separating them before sliding his fingers inside his lover's body. Gildor arched his back and whimpered, he was still trembling from his delicious, yet not quite fulfilling release, and when the Sindar stroked his target, Gildor almost screamed in ecstasy, arching his back and bucking back against the King's hand. Thranduil removed his fingers, positioning himself at his lover's entrance and sliding inside, burying himself in Gildor's writhing body. He thrust inside him mercilessly, withdrawing and burying himself again and again. Gildor's trembling legs could no longer hold him up and he began to slip from Thranduil's grasp. The King followed him as the Elf Lord slid down to the bed, lying upon his stomach with his legs spread wide. The Sindar lay atop his lover and brushed the hair from his face as he continued to enter him. He nuzzled his ear and whispered words of love and passion to him, and groaned as he climaxed, spilling himself in the trembling Elf Lord's body.
He lay atop him as he regained his composure, softly stroking his hair and placing soft kisses upon his face. Gildor whimpered and undulated underneath him, his reawakened arousal pressing painfully against the soft linen sheets of the King's bed. Thranduil slowly lifted off him, gently rolling him to his back and coming to rest between his legs. Gildor cried out, tears of rapture flowing from his eyes as Thranduil took him in his mouth and brought him well deserved completion. He gasped and arched his back as he spilled down the King's throat, tangling his fingers in his flaxen hair, then collapsing back to the bed and trembling beneath him. Thranduil lay beside his lover and took him in his arms as Gildor sighed and curled against him. He stroked the Elf Lord's back and placed soft kisses upon his forehead.
Gildor took a deep breath and whispered, "You are an astounding lover, my Lord. I am completely spent, I have nothing left."
Thranduil chuckled then whispered softly, "'Tis easy to be a good lover when one has such inspiration, a'maelamin."
Gildor smiled sleepily then sighed, "Ai, we are both a mess, we will have to strip the bed." He rose to his elbow and smiled at Thranduil. "Come, take a bath with me, meleth nín, then you can help me wash the sheets."
Thranduil smiled and laughed softly, "Alright. But it will be a long bath, I need to recover my strength before doing anything else."
Gildor pressed a gentle kiss to his lover's lips then nuzzled his ear, "As you wish, Sire."
~*~*~*~
Legolas opened his eyes and looked across at his lover. Erestor lay sleeping on his stomach, his hands were tucked under his head and he faced the Prince, a gentle smile curving his lips. Legolas rolled to his side and reached out, brushing an errant lock of hair from the sleeping Noldo's face. As he stared at Erestor he felt a strange dizzying sensation, like he was falling through the bed. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to regain himself, but to no avail. He slowly reached up and placed his hand upon the wall, trying to regain some contact with the physical world around him and felt the sensation subside somewhat.
Sounds, he heard voices in his head, angry voices, voices of men; but there were no men in Valinor. He shuddered violently when the sickening sensation of a man's tongue drew along his jaw; the stench of filth and the horrible odor of drunkenness filled his nostrils. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to shake it off, **It's not real, this is a dream, I am in Valinor, there are no men here…** Filthy, callused hands touched him, he was paralyzed, could not move, he felt a heavy, dirty cloth in his mouth, he was gagged, and bound. A bright searing pain filled his head as he felt as though he were struck across the face. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and waking Erestor, he did not know what was happening to him, but he did not want to frighten his lover. He took deep breaths, struggling to maintain his composure. **Who am I? What am I feeling?** He sensed this was a vision of some sort; he was trying to decipher what it was he was feeling. He had a sinking feeling he knew what it was, that it had something to do with his father. Just as suddenly as it came upon him, it vanished, and he was left feeling weak and sick. These visions were driving him insane, he rubbed his hands upon his face and tried to shake off the terrible feeling that something terrible was either happening, or was about to happen to his father. As he opened his eyes again he was greeted by his lover's gaze; Erestor's brow was furrowed and he reached out and caressed the Prince's face.
"A'maelamin? Are you all right? Did you have a nightmare?" Legolas smiled weakly, "I am fine, meleth nín, just a little tired, that is all." He scooted closer to his lover as Erestor rolled to his side to face the Prince. He draped his leg over the Noldo and pulled him close, feeling his warm, soft skin against him. He closed his eyes and caressed his lover's lips with his own and whispered, "I want to make love to you, Erestor. I want to leave you breathless and spent, you are so beautiful undone."
Erestor sighed and teased his lover's lip with his tongue, running his hands into his hair and caressing his ear. "Yes, meleth nín, undo me, leave me breathless and wanting more."
Legolas moaned quietly as he felt Erestor begin to rock his hips into him, he sighed and lost himself in his lover's touch, pushing his pain and fear away. He rolled on top of the Counselor and softly explored his mouth with his tongue. He felt Erestor's hands caress his back and his legs open so that their bodies conformed to one another. He felt the Noldo's hands slide further down and come to rest upon his buttocks, gently kneading them as he moaned softly into the kiss. He pulled away and gazed down into his eyes, he felt his lover's breath caress his face and he smiled. He relished making love to Erestor; he was so soft, so loving, and so full of passion. He heard his voice whisper softly in his ear, "Amin mela le, Legolas." He whispered into the Counselor's ear, "Amin mela le, Erestor." He made his way from Erestor's ear to his neck, then lower, tracing his collarbone with his tongue, before taking a pink nipple in his mouth, softly suckling it. He took its mate in his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it was a hard pebble.
Erestor moaned and began to arch his back, pressing his chest into the Prince's hands and mouth. He felt his arousal swell and begin to pulse, his heart increased its rhythm and he could not help but smile. He whispered breathlessly, "By Elbereth, how I love you, Legolas. No one has ever made me feel the way you do." He felt tears dampen his skin and he swallowed, he did not need to ask why the Prince wept, he knew. He wondered how many years would pass before his pain lessened. He had resigned himself to letting Legolas find his own way through the pain he suffered still. He offered him everything, his body, his soul, and his heart; he knew the Prince would not misuse the gift, and he hoped that somehow, someway, it would heal the hole in his heart. Legolas moved from his lover's chest to his abdomen, caressing him and dipping his mouth into the hollow of his stomach. Erestor felt desire building inside him; he arched his back and moaned. He loved the Prince so much it hurt, it was overwhelming and all consuming, and he wondered how he had ever survived before him. When Legolas took his heated length into his mouth, the Counselor cried out and whimpered.
Legolas lost himself in the Noldo's beautiful body, he graceful and elegant arch of his back, his long, sculpted legs. He paused and looked up at him; his raven hair spilled out around the pillow, his lips were swollen and parted, his skin was flushed with desire. The Prince was almost undone just looking at him, the way he slowly tossed his head, his soft pleading moans, his long, dark lashes framing pewter eyes. The Counselor directed his gaze down to his Prince, and smiled. Legolas felt his sex swell against the soft silk sheets, and he smiled and licked his lips, dipping his mouth back to his lover's arousal. Erestor softly cried out and smiled, it was pure bliss; he tangled his fingers in the Prince's flaxen mane and growled as he felt him swallow his length, hooking one leg over his back. He called out to every deity he could remember the name of as he reached his climax, arching his back before sinking back down into the soft mattress. He trembled with delight at his lover cleaned him with his tongue, warm soft breath caressing his wet flesh, long slow strokes of his unbearably soft tongue along his quivering length. The Counselor truly believed he had been given the most precious gift in all of Arda. As his lover slid back up his body, Erestor wrapped his arms around him and sighed, "That was wonderful, a'maelamin." Legolas chuckled softly, his sweet breath fluttering against the Counselor's ear. Erestor could feel his arousal press into his hip and he rolled toward him. He smiled wickedly and Legolas smiled back. He reached out and playfully nipped the Prince's lower lip; Legolas' tongue darted out and flicked the end of the Counselor's nose, as he laughed softly. "Was that to your satisfaction, melethron nín?"
Erestor scooted closer, pressing the length of his body against his lover, and sighed, "Oh yes, meleth nín, absolutely." His hand trailed down the Prince's chest and abdomen, grazing his rigid length and teasing the heated flesh. Legolas closed his eyes and quietly gasped, a sensual smile crossing his lips. He rocked his hips forward, gently thrusting his arousal into the Counselor's hand. Erestor began to slide down his body when Legolas caught him and pulled him back up so their lips met.
"I want to look into your eyes when I climax, my raven haired beauty."
Erestor smiled hand began stroking his lover; he teased his lips with his tongue, as he felt the Prince begin to thrust slowly into his hand. He opened his mouth to his lover as the warrior pressed his tongue inside him, tasting him, each kiss growing more heated, more urgent as he began to moan. Erestor thought his lover's moans were the most erotic sound he had ever heard, just listening to him could drive him mad. He felt his own arousal reawakening, he felt Legolas' fingers tangle in his hair as his other hand traveled down his back, and around his waist. He took Erestor's reawakening length in his hand and pressed it against his own, covering the Counselor's hand with his own and thrusting against him. Erestor began to whimper into the bruising kisses his lover pressed to his lips. They thrust against one another with increasing intensity, moaning into one another's ear and crying out one another's name as they reached climax together.
They curled against one another and held each other. Legolas drifted off to sleep for a short time and Erestor just held him, watching him sleep and softly coming through his flaxen hair with his fingers.
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