Repercussions and Remuneration (3/ 3) Legolas/ Elrohir NC-17

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Title: Repercussions and Remuneration (3/ 3)

Author: Nuinzilien

Receiver: Sildil

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Website: wilwarinien.livejournal.com

Beta: Darkdreamer, Zhie

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Legolas/ Elrohir

Warnings: Obviously, it is slash…

Request: A dreadful mistake/ disaster, followed by comfort/make up smut

Written for the 2006 Slashy Santa Fic Swap - Happy reading!

Over the next several months, Legolas noticed a subtle change in Elrohir’s attitude. Not necessarily a return to the loving half-elf of before, but certainly a lessening of hostility.

"I knew Theoden’s idea was too good to be true."

In minutes, he was mounted on his horse and riding hard through the gates of Imladris. //Time to do more research.//

~ ~ ~

Elrond took a sip of his tea. "So, I told Thra – Enter!"

Everyone around the table turned to the door, where a young elleth peeked inside. "Forgive me for interrupting your Council, my lords. I am looking for Master Elrohir." She smiled when Elrohir gestured, drawing her attention. "Excellent. I have a delivery for you."

The young servant disappeared behind the door briefly. Elrohir looked at Elladan, who shrugged. "Maybe it is that new tack you ordered?"

Elrohir shook his head. "No, I received that two days ag – what?" He blinked, startled when the servant dropped an armful of flowers on the table before him. "What is this about?" Elrond asked mildly, arched eyebrow flirting with his hairline.

Erestor looked towards the door and grinned, elbowing Glorfindel in the ribs to gain his attention. The blond warrior followed his gaze and was unable to stifle his giggle.

The elleth waved to the door, and six other servants entered, each of them dropping another large bouquet before the startled Peredhel. By the end of the procession, Elrohir was surrounded by fragrant roses, irises and lilies, colorful pansies and calming poppies.

And one twin laughing hysterically.

"Stop laughing, ‘Dan!" Elrohir grouched, kicking his brother’s chair and causing it to send his brother to the floor, which only made the elder twin laugh harder. He glared across the table at his father’s advisors, desperately trying to hide their giggles behind teacups and long robe sleeves. His eyes turned to his father cautiously

Elrond’s lips were twitching. "Well, my son? What will your answer be?"

Elrohir merely buried his nose, hiding his smile in the bouquet of irises.

~ ~ ~

It was another two years before Legolas was able to return to Imladris.

After a conversation with the ellith in the kitchens, he climbed the tree outside Elrohir’s balcony, pleased to note that it was the olive tree he had gifted Elrohir with almost four years before. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered to they young tree before leaping onto the balcony and through the open doors, swinging his pack onto a nearby chair. He took a good look around.

And groaned. Elrohir was NOT counted among Arda’s best housekeepers, evidently. //Good thing Elladan is keeping him distracted until dinnertime…I’ll need every minute.//

He began by stripping the bed, placing the dirty linens, along with several articles of soiled traveling garments, in the hallway. The rest of the hour before dinner was spent straightening and rearranging the pillows near the fireplace, placing candles in strategic spots around the room to give off a soft, romantic light, full of shadow and warmth. Cool silk sheets of gleaming sapphire were placed on the bed and turned down invitingly

He pulled a table out onto the balcony, draping it in the same shimmering fabric, silver and gold stitching gleaming in the early twilight. Twin candles in silver holders frame the place settings. A knock at the door brought dinner, which was placed on a nearby table to await his dinner companion.

The evening bells tolled. With one last, cursory glance at his preparations, Legolas sat down to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Nearly an hour and a half had passed since dinner had begun, and Elladan had still not seen fit to send Elrohir to his room. Legolas picked at his cuff in agitation. //The food has already gone cold, and the wine long since warmed.// He scowled. //Bloody Elladan. Making this as difficult as possible…//

He stalked out of the room. It was time to re-consider Theoden’s suggestion.

~ ~ ~

Elrohir squeaked in surprise as he found himself plucked from his strategy game and thrown over a slender shoulder.

"Pray excuse me for interrupting your game, Lord Glorfindel. However, Elrohir and I are required elsewhere this evening."

Jarred from his shocked silence, Elrohir started struggling. "Legolas?! Put me dow – oof!" The wind was knocked from him as he was bounced against the Mirkwood elf’s shoulder. "Dammit, Legolas! Put. Me. Down!" he demanded, emphasizing each word with a punch to the thigh.

Legolas winced and reached up, noisily slapping a conveniently placed buttock. "Quiet, you!"

Elrohir seethed, eyes promising swift, vicious retribution should anyone ever mention his humiliation. He focused on his brother, who was struggling valiantly to suppress his laughter. //Oh, you will pay for this, ‘Dan. Make no mistake. I will tell Arwen who slipped Haldir that aphrodisiac. Just watch me!// Which, of course, he wouldn’t. Haldir and Arwen were quite happy these days, and it would pain her to know their grandfather’s Marchwarden did not come to her of his own volition.

The moment they turned the corner, Elrohir’s struggles began anew. "If you do not let me down, I swear I will – ow! Dammit, Legolas, that hurt!"

Another swat to his buttock. "Stop struggling, we are almost there." Legolas fumbled with the door, jiggled his burden once more for good measure, and entered the room, pulling the door closed behind him. He put Elrohir back on his feet and neatly dodged the punch aimed at him, pinning the Half-elf’s back against him tightly. He licked the blunted curve of the Half-elf’s ear tip. "It has been a long time, lover," he whispered, delighting in his partner’s shiver. "I thought you would be happy to see me." With a soft chuckle, he moved off to check on their cold food.

"Happy to see you?! You pull me away when I was winning against Glorfindel for once, throw me over your shoulder like a sack of grain, humiliate me in front of everyone….how can you think I would be…happy to…" He trailed off as he looked around, taking in the changes to his chambers.

Legolas returned to him, offering a glass of newly chilled wine. Elrohir took it absently. "What is this all about, Legolas?"

The blonde-haired elf sighed. "This…everything these past three and a half years has been about me trying to say that I am sorry, Elrohir. Many of the warriors under my command served under my grandfather, and Oropher’s dislike of Men is well documented. When I said that…it was stupid, love, and I meant not a word of it. I was furious when Nornion implied that I "tolerated" you." He looked away. "I broke his jaw, actually."

"You broke his jaw?" Elrohir repeated.

"Well, dislocated it, anyway, but he wailed as though I had shattered it." Legolas took the glass from his lover and placed it on a table. He returned, sliding his hands up Elrohir’s arms to squeeze his shoulder. "Please, Elrohir, I know you are angry with me, and you have every right to be, but if you could just-"

The finger against his lips silenced him. The lips against his own shocked him. "Stop, Legolas. We have both suffered. It is enough."

Legolas nearly wept at the relief pouring through him. His fingers reached up to stroke soft cheeks. "I was so afraid I had done something unforgivable. You do forgive me, don’t you?"

Elrohir sighed in exasperation. "Of course I forgive you, you stubborn Wood-Elf! I forgave you when you sent me those flowers. Which, I might add, I still have not heard the end of. They were delivered while I was in council with my father, Elladan, Erestor, and Glorfindel."

Legolas flushed. "Ai, forgive me. I told her to deliver them to you directly. I did not think she would take me so literally."

The Peredhel chuckled. "With so many flowers spread before me, how could I not forgive you? Now, if you will kindly drop the subject, I would much rather get back to what we were doing before."

The Mirkwood elf laughed and drew his lover into a tight hug, burying his nose in the fragrant curve of his neck. It felt so good to have Elrohir in his arms again… "I have missed you, my Elrohir. So much."

Elrohir smiled, nuzzling the upturned ear. "I have missed you too, beloved." A demon of mischief inside him took hold, making him nip the delicate tip. Legolas gasped and lifted his head, blinking at him. "Oh. Well, the duck is probably disgustingly cold by now, but I ordered dinner for us."

"We can beg something from the kitchens later. Right now, what I want is here in my arms."

"Are you certain?"

The Half-elf sighed. "Legolas, what do I– "

Legolas shook his head. "Nay, I do not doubt your forgiveness. I meant, are you certain you do not want to eat first?"

"Yes!" Elrohir shook his head. "Do I have to strip and dance for you to realize that I want you?"

Legolas smiled. "As pleasant as that sounds, I will take you up on that another time. For now, having you naked and writhing will suffice." At his lover’s intrigued look, Legolas pulled him close, kissed him and lead him backwards to the bed, pulling clothing off as they went. Elrohir’s legs hit the back of the bed, throwing him off balance.

A small push sent him bouncing onto the bed with a startled yip. Legolas grinned down at him, taking in the much beloved - and much missed – sight. He leaned down, brushing his palms over the sparse hairs dusting Elrohir’s chest, smiling at the ticklish sensation.

Elrohir looked away. "Forgive me. Had I know you were planning this, I would have had it removed."

"No!" Legolas sat on the bed, resting his hand on the Half-elf’s stomach. "Elrohir, I love your body as it is. I love exploring all of its different textures, and this is just one more…that I happen to be fond of." Legolas curled up on the bed, pulled his lover close, and sighed in contentment. "Ai, ‘Ro…I have missed having you like this." He stroked the long back comfortingly.

With a purring Peredhel in his arms, it did not take long for the strokes to become something other than just comforting. Elrohir squirmed when Legolas’ fingers began tracing random designs at the base of his spine, occasionally dipping between his buttocks.

The blond prince smiled and rolled his dark-haired lover beneath him, kissing him soundly. Elrohir groaned and purred, his fingers moving up to play along the curve of sensitive pointed ears. He chuckled at the soft growl his wood-elf let out, then sighed in delight when lips moved away from his and up to his ear. He felt the delicate tip slip between soft lips. "Ah!" He shuddered and arched his neck at the firm suction. "Legolas!"

The mischievous demon on his ear moved down his neck with broad licks and teasing nips. One firm bite to the joint between neck and shoulder sent him bucking and gasping. A wet tongue stroked over the indentations in his skin, drawing a hiss from him. The lips glided across his shoulder and down to his chest. He tensed when Legolas pulled away.

The Sindarin looked down at his lover, noting the shadowy doubt slipping in and out of storm gray eyes. He sighed at this last bit of proof that he had so hurt the one he loved. He lowered his head.

Elrohir blinked. Legolas was rubbing his cheek across the sparse hair on his chest, looking like a large, sleek cat. He felt a near overwhelming urge to scratch the elf behind his ear. He giggled, lightheaded. "What are you doing?"

Legolas grinned at the sound of his lover’s laughter. "What does it look like, ‘Ro? I am exploring your textures. And I like this one. Soft, yet rough against my skin." He rubbed his cheek across the crinkly hairs once more before moving on, pressing kisses down the flat planes of his stomach and pausing to debauch a small navel. Elrohir’s indrawn breath hissed between clenched teeth.

The Mirkwood prince nuzzled the small indentation a last time before drawing back. "And this," he said, drawing his finger down the delicate whorls of hair forming a line from navel to groin. "This I think I love most of all." His touch lightened, grin turning positively wicked as gooseflesh spread across the firm stomach. "Mayhap it is my father’s influence that I should like to follow treasure trails, but I think this one has always been my favorite. I love traveling it again." Lick. "And again." Lick. "And again." His tongue slithered down the narrow path, sending the Half-elf’s hips off the bed.

Legolas propped his head on Elrohir’s thigh, breathing warm, moist air against the proud shaft before him. He nuzzled the hard length, ignoring the growl from above.

"Curse you, Legolas Thranduilion, if you do not – aaah!" Elrohir bucked hard in to the wet heat surrounding him. Strong hands held his hips to the bed as the hot mouth pulled him in, clever tongue flicking up his length and rubbing just below the head, the one spot guaranteed to make him howl.

And howl he did, the sound echoing through his rooms and into the night, followed by curses and pleas. In the garden, Lindir looked up from where he lay snuggled in the joint embrace of Erestor and Melpomaen, who blinked owlishly at his lovers. "What was that all about?"

Erestor snorted delicately. "You two were busy elsewhere and did not see the spectacle made when Legolas of Mirkwood tossed our Elrohir over his shoulder and carted him off, smacking his backside when he struggled." Melpomaen started chuckling, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Do not even consider it," Erestor warned. "You may be taller, insolent whelp, but I have four millennia over you. Your backside will meet the floor before your hand meets mine."

The young secretary sighed dramatically. "Alright, beloved, as you will."

"I always miss the entertainment," Lindir grumbled between them.

"I did not hear any complaining at the time," Mel groused. "In fact, you seemed quite entertained to me."

"Enough!" Erestor commanded gruffly, pulling them both close again. "Let us just enjoy the evening, yes?"

~ ~ ~

Elrohir was afloat on sensation, feeling his release being slowly pulled from him by strong suction. "Ai, Legolas!" The fingers he had woven in cornsilk hair tightened in warning. He was…he was…

"Nooooo!" came his plaintive cry as the heavenly mouth pulled away. He looked up wild-eyed as Legolas moved to straddle him. "Wait…Legolas! No, you have no – oooooh" He shuddered as his length was smoothly taken into a silken vise. "You…"

"Prepared myself while I waited for you to arrive," Legolas finished for him, sliding down completely before lifting himself and doing it again.

Elrohir shuddered, hot lust roaring through him at the image accompanying that statement. He rolled his hips to meet the down stroke, moaning and grasping slender, gyrating hips.

Legolas gasped and set a frantic pace. He had planned such a slow seduction, but hadn’t counted on his Half-elf’s pleasure firing his own. For so long he had missed having Elrohir in his arms, in his bed. Three years. Three long years that seemed like centuries…Later. Later there would be a slow loving…much later. For now, he could hear the soft keen that heralded his love’s impending release. Gritting his teeth, he met the snapping hips with thrusts of his own, spikes of pleasure shooting into his spine.

Elrohir could feel himself balanced on the edge, so close to tumbling over. //Not without him…// He reached one hand out and wrapped it around the blond’s shaft and angled his strokes to brush against that pleasure spot he knew would send Legolas over the edge.

"Ahhh!" Legolas arched, stars exploding behind his eyes.

//Yes!// Elrohir’s own cry was guttural, the pulsing warmth surrounding his elf-hood pulling his release from him.

The Mirkwood prince collapsed onto the bed bonelessly, small shocks of pleasure still making him gasp and twitch. Fighting for breath himself, Elrohir disengaged himself and turned on his side, pulling the shuddering blonde close.

Legolas buried his face in the warm neck offered him, waiting for his thoughts to catch up with the rest of him. He kissed the trembling shoulder gently. "I love you, my Elrohir."

~ ~ ~

Glorfindel sighed and knocked over his Lord, ceding the strategy game to his opponent. He’d been on the verge of winning quite handily. He had worked the younger Peredhel’s strategy out and had been ready to spring his trap when Elrohir was carted off. Elrond had taken over and destroyed all of his carefully laid plans in less than five moves. Bloody Peredhel tactics…

"So," he began casually, "How long do you expect before you receive a bonding request from young Legolas?"

Elrond cocked his head and smiled as a roar echoed through the Hall. "Not long, I would imagine. Not long at all."

 

 

 @>~~~ End ~~~<@

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Comments

[chaotic-binky.livejournal.com]

That was a really enjoyable story! I liked it very much. The bible references and the use of men's customs was inspired. thankyou *hugs* binky x

[nuinzilien.livejournal.com]

Aww...you're making my head swell

Thank you, though. I knew from the beginning that I wanted to use the story of Noah in connection to the olive branch...I was all like "whee, that works!!"

And then, about half way through, Elrond jack-slapped me on the head and said "no, dear, THIS is what happened." And then demanded that I include it...such bossy things these Peredhil are!

Anyway, uber glad you liked it!



~Nui

[verayelwe.livejournal.com]

Wow! Interesting how you involved the Bible in this one. And the last part is so very hot. Poor Elrohir to have suffered so much from his warrior comrades, they should pay for it somehow. Legolas was really thoughtless at the beginning, but I began to pity him when nothing seemed to work. Wonderful story, Nui.
*hugs*