Title & Chapter Number: Farewells and New Beginnings 15/17
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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: Legolas reaches out to his father and tries to hold on to Erestor.
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…)
December 9th, 2001, Tirion, Valinor
"Ada!" Legolas gasped as he reached out to the empty room, flailing to grasp something he had lost so long ago. He opened his bright eyes and trembled. "No, no…" He shook his head and flopped to his back upon the bed. "I had you… you were here, you were with me…"
Erestor entered the room and looked at his lover, noting the weariness in his body. "Are you all right, a'maelamin?"
Legolas sighed and sat up, smiling weakly at his lover. "I almost had him, Erestor. I almost connected, but somehow he slipped away." He rose from the bed and began pacing the floor. "I am so close, so close to touching him."
Erestor looked at the floor, appearing to study the tile he stood upon as he silently listened to his lover speak of the one who still held his heart; he believed Thranduil always would hold Legolas' heart and his soul.
Legolas had finally recovered from his ordeal, at least physically. He had regained his strength; indeed, he was stronger now than he ever had been. Legolas no longer felt alone; he had a family now, one that embraced him as if he had always belonged with them. Even though he had watched the Prince say goodbye to his father through Elrohir that night not so long ago, as he stood before him now he feared he had not, not really. He feared that Legolas would always love Thranduil like no other.
Legolas looked at his lover and he turned and walked toward him. He placed one hand upon his chin and raised it, gazing deep into the Noldo's gray eyes. "What is it, meleth nín?"
Erestor shook his head mutely, lips pursed together to stop them from quivering, blinking fiercely to contain the tears that threatened to fall. He took a deep breath and whispered, "I will always love you, Legolas, until the end of my days. But I cannot do this any longer…"
Legolas frowned and gripped Erestor's shoulders, sensing he was beginning to pull away. "Do what, Erestor? What do you mean?"
He sighed, "Give you everything, give you all of me, while you still love your father."
Legolas wrapped his arms around his lover, pressing his lips to his ear and whispering, "A'maelamin, I will always love my father, always; he is my father, my blood. But, you, you are my lover, my partner. You are the one I share my life with."
Erestor closed his eyes and swallowed. He wanted to believe the Prince so much, he wanted to know that he would not lose him. He whispered, "He may be returning soon. What will you do when he sets foot upon the docks at Alqualondë? It has been easy to pledge your love to me when there was no hope of seeing him again. But what will you do if faced with the choice of having me or having your father? You cannot have both, meleth nín." The Counselor pulled away, turning and heading for the door. Legolas moved to stop him but Erestor held up his hand, turning to face his lover. "You need to think carefully about this, Legolas. You hold my heart in your hands, and I do not know if I can survive having it broken again."
Legolas knelt before his lover, looking up into his pale eyes. He took both of Erestor's hands in his own. "I need not think on it, meleth nín. I know my answer. You have been patient and kind with me, Erestor. I told you, not so long ago, my heart was free, and I meant it. I miss my father and love him deeply, but only as my father. We have released one another; he is free to love Glorfindel, as I am free to love you. And I do love you, Erestor, with all my heart."
Erestor pulled him to his feet and embraced him. "Forgive me for doubting you, meleth nín. It is just that so many times before I have come so close to having my heart's desire, only to have it ripped from me. I do love you, Legolas, more than any other in my long life."
Legolas smiled and squeezed the Counselor tight. "I am so undeserving of your love, but I am so thankful for it."
Erestor pulled back and smiled at him, caressing his beautiful face and pressing his forehead to his lover's. "What can I do to help, a'maelamin?" he whispered.
Legolas smiled broadly and pressed his lips to his lover, brushing them against the Noldo's. "This…" he whispered against his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to them.
Erestor quietly moaned into the kiss, his hands caressing the Prince's back, roaming over the curves of muscle, his fingers tracing his long spine. He pulled back and whispered, "Amin mela lle, Legolas."
Legolas slid his hands into his lover's raven hair, opening his eyes and gazing upon the Noldo's face. He ran his fingers over his aristocratic cheekbones, whispering, "Ah, nín bain (my beauty), I do love you so." His lips followed the path of is fingers before ending at his lover's mouth. He teased Erestor's lips open with his tongue and pressed inside, tasting his sweet warmth, tasting his love. He broke their kiss and whispered, "I want to taste you, melethron (lover), I want to taste myself on your lips."
Erestor moaned and whimpered quietly, his own hands fisting in Legolas' hair as he pressed his body against his lover's. "Touch me, meleth nín, I want to feel your hands upon my flesh."
Legolas smiled against his lover's lips, his mouth moving from Erestor's lips to his ear. He hissed as he felt his lover's hands slide inside his robe and down his sides, the back of one ringed hand brushing his hip and following the juncture where his thigh met his torso. "Aaah… Gods, Erestor…" he moaned. He began to burn with desire, ache with want for his dark lover. "So seductive, so soft, yet so powerful," he moaned, as the Noldo further tormented him. He felt his lover's fingers caress the apex of his thigh, moving to brush through the down-like hair that grew about his arousal. He was already painfully aroused, his length standing against his abdomen. His own hands quickly found their way inside the Noldo's heavy robes, brushing a pebbled nipple and causing his lover to arch into his touch.
Erestor growled and pulled the Prince's head back, exposing his long, elegant neck and tracing his jugular with the tip of his tongue. "Oh how I long to thrust into your sweet mouth, meleth nín, to feel your wet embrace envelope my sex," his lips ghosted his lover's skin as he whispered.
This time it was Legolas who whimpered, succumbing to his lover's skillful touch and commanding words. "Take me, Erestor, command me," he whispered in return.
The Noldo pulled back and motioned toward the bedroom with his eyes. "To bed, melethron."
Legolas slowly backed away, tugging his lover's hand as he backed through the doorway to their bed. He slipped out of his robe as he went, the fine silk sliding off the muscular curves of his body.
Erestor felt desire flare hot in his loins each time he took in the vision of his lover's body; Legolas was perfect in everyway to him, he found he had never wanted another with as much intensity. "So lovely, so obedient, you are a treasure, lirimaer (lovely one)," he whispered.
Legolas gazed at him through heavy lidded eyes that had gone deep lapis blue. "You command me, Erestor, I serve at your pleasure."
Erestor smiled wickedly and growled, "Indeed you do, rwalaer (lusty one), indeed you do." He ran his hand down the muscular expanse of the Prince's chest, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh and hard muscles beneath his hand. "I like you best this way, so devoted to my pleasure…" he whispered.
Legolas moaned softly as he closed his eyes, and whimpered as his head fell back when his lover's hand caressed his arousal.
"Mmm, yes, melethron, yield to me, give yourself to me freely." Erestor purred, encouraging the Prince to climb upon the bed. He removed his own robes, kneeling in front of his lover, his hands hungrily roaming over his lover's body. He slid one down the Prince's abdomen, sliding it between his legs as he watched his lover gasp and sway in response. His soft moans and whimpers were driving him mad, burning him with lust and want.
He slid a single finger inside his lover's body, watching Legolas' eyelids flutter and his lips part in an erotic moan. His own arousal twitched at the sight of his love so lost in passion and need, and he inched closer, pressing the front of his thighs to those of his lover, sliding his silken, heated arousal against that of Legolas'.
With his free hand he grasped the Prince's head, drawing his mouth to his own and whispering against his lips, "Amin (mine)…"
"Lle (yours)…" Legolas whispered in return, reaching for his lover with his mouth.
Legolas arched and cried out against his lover's mouth when Erestor found his target, his fingers digging into the smooth hardness of his lover's back. "Saes, melethon, avo daur… (Please, lover, don't stop)" he whispered breathlessly, and ground his hips into Erestor's.
"Gods how I love you, Legolas," Erestor moaned, "Never have I seen one so beautiful, so pure, so made for passion as you."
Tears of want traced down Legolas' cheeks as he struggled for breath, clinging to his lover. "Never has anyone made me this way, Erestor. No one has made me so desperate to be taken," he whispered in return. "Fill me, Erestor, claim me."
Erestor pressed his lover back to the bed, gathering the Prince's powerful thighs in his arms and sliding his slick arousal inside his willing body. Again and again he buried himself in Legolas' heat, striking his target with unerring accuracy, causing the Prince to arch and groan his name. He took his lover's arousal in his hand, stroking it in opposition to his thrusts, bringing him closer and closer to release. "Come for me, nín bain, call my name," he moaned as he buried himself to the root, the force of his thrusts intensified as Legolas planted his hands upon the wall and pushed back against him.
"Erestor!" Legolas cried breathlessly as he found his release, spilling himself over the Noldo's hand.
Erestor's release followed hard upon as he filled his lover with his seed, collapsing upon his chest in warm bliss.
Legolas held his lover in his arms; brushing his lips through his silken, raven hair. "Amin mela lle, Erestor."
Erestor smiled and whispered, "Amin mela lle, Legolas."
~*~*~*~
Elrond and Celebrían sat beside one another, holding hands and waiting patiently. Galadriel was before the Court of the Valar once again, pleading the case of those left behind as she had done for ages untold. She was tireless, relentless; she would not be denied. The wide doors swung open, and the Lady of Light walked through them, her faithful husband at her side.
"It is done," she said quietly, "Cirdan is leaving with the ship, they are coming home. All of them." Elrond and his wife leapt to their feet as Celebrían ran to embrace her mother. Elrond bowed his head to Celeborn and smiled broadly at his wife. Galadriel smiled and laughed softly, her heart lightened by the pure joy upon her daughter's face. "There will be no punishment for them, they are free to love as they will, all of them."
Elrond smiled and clasped his wife's hand. "Bless you, my Lady. My wife and I have our sons again."
Galadriel smiled sadly. "I wish I could have reunited you with your daughter as well."
Elrond nodded in understanding and took his wife by the hand as they departed for their home.
Celebrían was beside herself with joy, she feared she would never see her sons again. "Oh, there is so much to do, meleth nín. We must prepare quarters for them, plan a homecoming…"
Elrond smiled at his wife's enthusiasm, he had not seen her so happy in ages. "I believe they will want to live on their own, a'maelamin. They have long been grown, they are no longer the young ones you remember."
Celebrían nodded, a sad expression clouding her fair face for just a moment before succumbing to happiness once again. "I imagine they will want to find their own place, but they can stay with us until they do." Elrond chuckled as his wife rose to the balls of her feet, placing a soft kiss upon his ear. "Such happy news is call for a celebration, my Lord. Do you not think so?"
Elrond smiled wickedly. "Aye, meleth nín, I do."
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