Diplomatic Bargaining Piece

Posted: November 2004
Title: Diplomatic Bargaining Piece
Author: Ana Library Elf
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own no characters from any Tolkien book or movie. (they just talk to me occasionally)
Timeline: Pre-LOTR
Warnings: Some graphic sex. Middle chapters include drug-induced coupling, borderline non-con. Last chapters include some violent adventure action plus HC
Beta: Chloe Amethyst , she who knows the rules and is most kind about explaining them!
Summary: In a trade negotiation gone bad, Legolas is held as a political prisoner and is forced into sexual intimacy with his captor. Later he befriends his captor's small son and almost trades his life for successful diplomacy.
Author Notes: Name sources: Sindarin Elf Names (Council of Elrond, name generator) * Thalanen* "calm stream" * Adanion* "son of Adan" Human Names (Just for fun, I wanted to try some real archaic names. Source is a web page called " Babynamer." The humans and geography are imaginary non-canon, hope they are enjoyed.) * Trahearn* "Iron" from a Welsh phrase, tra haearn, * Hrothgar* "famous spear" Ancient Germanic,
*Hagan* "chosen son" Germanic, * Ivarr* " yr herr" an Old Norse phrase meaning "Archer-soldier"

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*Chapter One* "Capturing the Piece"

He shook his head slightly, fair hair rippling back over silk-clad shoulders. He'd drifted, his eyes open and mind seeking the song of trees and earth far away from this cold stone fortress. He sat quietly behind the other diplomats at the massive wooden table. The negotiations were in their third day and not going well.

Legolas had been included anonymously in this diplomatic delegation because his father wanted him to gain experience while not being known as royal blood. The Mirkwood group included four elves more senior than him in the art of negotiating with men. The elven diplomats were all various shades of fair in stark contrast to the dusky group that faced them across the negotiating table. These people and their land were known as Trahearn and were located in an area south of Mirkwood, too close to the evil of Mordor and experiencing more dangerous incursions from that source every year.

The mortals had requested a meeting because they wanted trade in metals, specifically those worked by elves and dwarves. It was hoped that better material for weapons would help defend the land. They knew of Thranduil's successful dealings with the dwarves and hoped to bargain through him for ore and processing methods used by non-human craftsmen. So far, neither request was being met to the Trahearn's satisfaction.

Rising from a heavy chair their dark haired leader Hrothgar, spoke brusquely. "You have not given our offer fair consideration. You refuse to share knowledge that would help us both prosper."

Thalanen, the elder of the Mirkwood council, replied patiently. "The metals cannot be mined in the quantities you desire. Nor can the refining techniques be learned quickly."

He was interrupted. "Or you will not allow it." Hrothgar's voice was bitter

The tension in the room grew sharply as elvish eyes and ears noted a shift in the human ranks and a soft rasp of metal on stone. Legolas stiffened to full alertness. The five elves were unarmed and the men in front of them were supposedly weaponless.

"We weary of this fruitless discussion." Hrothgar's fist hit the table like a hammer, vibrating the solid wood.

Several doors around the room slammed opened and two dozen armed men rushed in. The elves stood with quiet dignity as a glittering circle of swords and spears surrounded them. For several moments the only sound was the uneven creaking of the soldier's uniforms as they stared uneasily at the noble group before them.

Thalanen mentally berated himself; he should have sensed Hrothgar's intensions. His gray gaze was icy as he spoke to the human lord. "What can you gain by this? We do not have the knowledge you seek."

Almost unconsciously, the elder placed himself in front of Legolas and noticed an intense, focused look on the young face. Thalanen realized the prince was going into combat mode and whispered urgently for his ears alone. "No. Stand down!" Legolas shifted on the balls of his feet, veiling eyes that flashed.

Hrothgar stepped closer. "True. You are not of value to me." He paused. "Except for--" He pointed to Legolas. "Bring that one forward."

Two soldiers reached roughly past Thalanen and grasped Legolas on each side by shoulder and arm. For a moment they could not move him. It was simply not possible to move an elf who did not wish to be moved. Thalanen locked eyes with the prince and shook his head imperceptibly. Legolas dropped his gaze, allowed himself to be jerked forward, and even in that movement displayed athletic balance and training.

Hrothgar put a huge hand on Legolas' upper arm, gripping forcefully. The soldiers stepped back, giving their tall leader room to close in. The harsh grasp did not actually hurt the elf, but the intent was there. Legolas raised his head and stared back coldly, radiating disdain, while Hrothgar was surprised to meet eyes at his own level and pressed harder. His nostrils flared, catching the not unpleasant scent of the elf.

He felt the muscles under his hand flex. "So young one, you are not as submissive as you have tried to appear." "What is your name?"

The cobalt eyes grew colder still. "I have not given you permission to use it."

Thalanen spoke quickly. "He is a younger son of a lesser house here to learn diplomacy."

"Indeed. He does not appear to have learned polite speech. I will ask once more, what is your name?"

Thalanen blinked; he realized Hrothgar knew who the prince was, had known all along and was playing a game with them. Legolas was fast coming to the same conclusion and also realized that his own actions could bring repercussions for the rest of the delegation.

He forced himself to relax and answer in an even voice. "Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."

Hrothgar smiled broadly and released his hold. "Legolas Greenleaf, *Prince* of Mirkwood, son of King Thranduil. How pleasing to know the King has sent us such a valuable personage."

The two soldiers stepped close behind Legolas, almost, but not quite touching him. The emphasis on "valuable" sent chills down Thalanen's spine; he dreaded Hrothgar's next words.

"Yes, tell the King that we value his son's presence so much that we cannot part from it. He will be our honored guest while the rest of these diplomats take their leave."

Thalanen took a step toward the prince and two spears barred his path. Legolas reacted and spun in a blur, striking both spears and soldiers out of the way and then standing in front of Thalanen; he grabbed one of the long handled blades on its way down and turned as if to take on the entire room.

Hrothgar had also taken swift action. He held one of the other fair elves -- a glittering knife poised at a white throat. The room was extremely quiet. "Well done, Prince Legolas. You are fast, but still very young."

He nicked the throat ever so slightly, drawing just a few drops of blood. "Never forget the enemy behind while engaged in frontal attack." Hrothgar tightened his grip on the one he held, who never flinched but exchanged glances with Thalanen. "You will drop the weapon. Now."

Legolas lowered the spear. "If I stay willingly, you will let them go?"

Hrothgar nodded. "Of course. I am not unreasonable." The spear clattered to the floor. Four soldiers now closed in around Legolas, not touching, but menacing.

Thalanen spoke clearly; he knew the next move. "What do you want in exchange for release of the Prince?"

"What I have asked for all along, trade and knowledge. I'm sure the king will give my request greater consideration when he knows his son is under my protection." Hrothgar released the hostage elf, wiping the slightly bloodied knife on a white napkin.

"And just to show I am not afraid to spill a little elven blood-- you will give him that." He tossed the stained napkin to Thalanen. "And this...." He advanced on Legolas who was immediately restrained by the four soldiers standing near. Blazing blue eyes never left Hrothgar's face as the knife whispered toward the elegant visage, stopping just short of ivory skin. Legolas' look dared him to complete the action. The dark ruler let his gaze travel up and down the refined figure and the prince felt color warm his cheeks.

Hrothgar smiled appreciatively. "Not your blood, but something else." He grasped a lock of golden hair and sliced it neatly into his hand. Rough fingers traced the silky texture, almost reluctant to let it go. "Take that also to King Thranduil. Tell him Prince Legolas will remain with us until we receive the first shipment of metals."

The remaining elves glared coldly at the Trahearn leader. Thalanen bowed stiffly. "We take our leave because we must. Your words will be carried to the King. Remember, this could have been handled differently. Be warned that should any harm come to the Prince, it will be a dark day for Trahearn."

Hrothgar pulled Legolas near, pleased with the tension he felt in the taut young body. He deliberately leaned close to a flushed countenance as he spoke to the others. "What comes to the Prince will be your choosing. He brings light to our land with his grace. Pray you do not cause that light to dim."

The elves tread silently as they left the room. Legolas' heart sank, but he betrayed nothing in face or demeanor as his mind raced furiously, his body aching to take some action. He longed to strike the restraining hand, possibly to do some serious damage and escape. He tensed.

Hrothgar put both hands on well-muscled shoulders. "Don't even think it. You do want your friends to leave safely, do you not?" The heavy hands pressed the gray clothed form into a nearby chair, lingering on bright hair. "Only your good behavior will guarantee that they depart with their lives." Legolas sat stiffly as the words sank in, his hands gripping the arms of the chair until the knuckles turned white.

The soldiers and other men stared frankly at the pale elf. They had seen little of the Mirkwood strangers and were fascinated by a face and form so unlike their own and so radiantly fair.

Hrothgar sat next to Legolas and pulled close a nearby goblet and plate of bread. "Please, as our guest, have some of our food and wine." He broke off a piece of bread and began chewing. "See? No poison for our visitor." Legolas shook his head.

"Ah, but you must be thirsty. You will have some of our amber wine, fine in taste and pale in color." A broad hand beckoned and a steward brought forward a tray and pitcher. "But of course, no finer than your own skin and hair."

The dark leader poured light yellow liquid into a goblet and slid it in front of Legolas, then reached over and compressed the white fingers around the stem of the glass. "You will drink. I do not wish to force you. But I may enjoy doing so, if you do not comply." Of that, the elf had no doubt.

Legolas stared stonily at the table, sure the wine was drugged. Perhaps it was better this way.
"Very well. If it will put an end to this charade, let it be so." He drained the liquid in one swallow.

Hrothgar watched closely, waiting with alert anticipation. Legolas looked round the room. The others were staring; they knew no one took more than a sip of that special wine and still held their eyes open. The elf had taken a full cup. He stood quickly, one hand on the chair, still graceful and determined to take what was coming on his feet.

Colors were changing, external sounds faded, and the music of earth and sky filled Legolas' mind. Hrothgar could tell that the elf was no longer aware of his surroundings and was impressed in spite of himself. A mere human could not have remained conscious for a moment after that draught, much less stand.

The inhumanly beautiful face was lifted toward a distant window and Hrothgar could see the curve of one cheek as dark lashes slowly closed. The willowy form swayed, and crumpled soundlessly.

Battle-scarred hands, surprisingly gentle, caught the slender body before it hit the stone floor. "The struggle is done for now, young one." Hrothgar stood, easily lifting the limp elf as golden hair spilled over his arm.

He strode toward the granite stairway and then turned back to the silently staring men in the room. "Understand me -- the rest of his company will leave safely. Bring the wine to my chambers."

Thalanen and the others rode swiftly back toward the Mirkwood boarders. Their talk was grim.

"Do you think he will remain unharmed?" queried Adanion, the one who had lost a little blood in the encounter.

Thalanen answered shortly. "So long as Hrothgar thinks there is something to be gained. But I fear he is not a patient man." He thought deeply about all the negotiations. Hrothgar had described his people's needs and apparently had some compassion for those he ruled. However, the man was ruthless when it came to getting what he wanted. The elf leader turned over various ideas for compromise, knowing there had to be some way to make this work - some way to secure the safe return of the King's son.

There was no answer in the pounding hooves and cold wind. They hurried on.

Securely held, the prince in question was carried up a winding stair to large private chambers atop the fortress.

Hrothgar glanced down. The fair head had fallen back, exposing an unblemished expanse of alabaster throat. He noted that in the dim light of the stairwell the skin appeared to glow and realized that the stories he had heard about elves were true. These ethereal beings held a strange attraction for a man used to a harsh life and sometimes even harsher dealings with fellow creatures. He gripped the slim torso tightly.

Reaching the suite, he kicked aside the door and angled in, careful not to bump his valuable burden. The steward followed with the wine tray and set it on a table near a long couch. Hrothgar slowly lowered Legolas onto velvet cushions, easing strong arms away, and untangling golden strands from his fingers. The couch's dark color accentuated the elf's extreme pallor and dim glow even in the room's candlelight. The lord noted a small frown between the arched brows, revealing that an internal struggle still waged against the strong potion. The steward waited for instructions as Hrothgar stared in a bemused way at the gleaming hair in his hand.

"Send in my scribe and bring more food." He looked back at the couch. "And if any of his belongings remain in the guest chambers, send them here."

The steward bowed and left.

Hrothgar leaned over, inhaling a subtle fragrance and held a slack wrist, checking the slow, steady pulse.
Legolas stirred, trying to lift his head and still fighting the effects of the drug. Hrothgar's hand smoothed the white forehead, and continued across the translucent temple to trace a delicately curved ear. He paused and bent lower, unable to refrain from a closer inspection of exquisite features. Impossibly long lashes rested uneasily on porcelain skin, while rose tinged lips parted in low respiration. Hrothgar inhaled sweetness near that perfectly arched mouth and suddenly stopped. The warrior shook himself, unsettled by such an intense attraction, and walked away from the couch, reflecting out loud.

"You do present a problem. A valuable prize, but hard to hold. I will have you under my eye, but not trying
to escape, or resist." He went to the side table. "We will risk more wine."

He filled another glass and lifted Legolas' head and shoulders, enjoying the sensation of the supple form in his grasp. There was a protesting murmur as even half conscious, the elf weakly tried to twist away. The back of his head was held firmly while a rough hand again tangled in soft golden hair. The liquid was inexorably tipped down and most of it was swallowed. The ruler blotted a small spill from the gray silk and rearranged the pillows noting that the pale face was turned slightly away, body completely languid, and breath almost imperceptible. Hrothgar frowned and re-checked the pulse.

The ruler turned as there was a small sound and a dark head peered around the open door. Brown eyes were opened wide as a young boy of about 10 years entered the room. For a Trahearn child he was good sized, already growing into long legs, but still had the soft features of a lad.

"Father, I heard you are keeping a magical creature...." The boy stopped, staring open-mouth at the unconscious prince.

Hrothgar's face transformed as he looked at his son, hard lines softening. "Not quite Hagan. This is an elf. Magical looking, but real flesh and blood nonetheless."

Hagan stepped closer, his tanned hand hesitantly reaching to stroke the shining stream of hair on the pillow. He looked from elf to his father's enigmatic face. "He shines like a burning candle. So still, like a statue. Is he sick?"

Hrothgar lifted the small hand away, somehow feeling guilty that the elf should be so freely touched. Yet the recollection of his own contact with immortal flesh still surged in his nerves and was a distraction, one he was drawn to explore.

"No, he's sleeping." The leader's mouth hardened. "But it remains to be seen if his people care enough about his well being to give us what we need."

Hagan was not sure what that meant. "Will he stay with us?"

"For a time. But you are not to come in this room unless I am here. He is dangerous, do you understand?"
The short-cropped head bobbed obediently, but the eyes still strayed to the elf's face.

"Now get back to your tutor." Hrothgar turned his son to the door, blocking his fascinated gaze and pushed him gently on his way.

The scribe and steward returned. The one with quill and paper sat at the larger table, while the other deposited fresh food and left. Hrothgar noticed the scribe could not keep his eyes from the still figure on the couch.

"Yes, that is an elf. Yes, he is real. He is the reason you are here." Hrothgar tapped the paper on the table.
"You will write a letter to his father, King Thranduil." The voice droned on, dictating the conditions under which the prince could be returned and Trahearn demands satisfied.

The candles burned low as Hrothgar stared at numerous documents on his desk. As usual, he was alone wrestling with the details and dilemmas of government. Concentration was difficult, as his thoughts kept straying to the fair being held within his power. The fortress was quiet and still in the darkness.

He glanced over as there was movement on the couch. Motionless for so long, Legolas had finally turned to one side, gripping his midsection. No sound escaped his lips, but his eyes were squeezed shut, obviously he was in some pain. Hrothgar shook his head, knowing this was a common reaction to the narcotic, especially in so high a dose. He grasped one arm, drawing it over his shoulder and lifted the semi-conscious elf to take a shaky walk to the privy chamber nearby.

Nature took its course and the contents of an abused stomach were ungently eliminated. Hrothgar gave the totally debilitated prince water, splashed more on his face, and further supported him back to the private room. Legolas clenched teeth against uncontrollable shivering and tried to glare through blurred eyes. Hrothgar found the flushed cheeks and disheveled hair incredibly attractive.

Hrothgar held him up with both hands and spoke sternly. "If you give me your word you won't try to escape, I won't drug you again. I think what I gave you would have killed a human. I hesitate to repeat it."

"Very well... I don't think ... I could.... anyway." Legolas took a deep breath and valiantly tried to straighten, but his legs would not obey him. A curtain of blonde hair fell forward and again Hrothgar held an armful of comatose elf. Soft hair tickled his chin, and the whole length of the pliant body was undeniably stimulating. Effortlessly catching the prince under knees and shoulders, the Trahearn leader headed for the second room and deposited the limp form on the bed. He stared thoughtfully, noting that the slim figure looked absurdly vulnerable on the overwhelming four poster. Mentally pulling back from sensually gratifying images, the Trahearn lord reined in his rampant imagination. He was not going to be controlled by desire. This creature was in his power and not the other way around, no matter how attracted he felt.

Hrothgar disrobed and prepared for sleep and as was his custom unless in the battlefield, the warrior slept in the nude. Huge shoulders displayed crisscrossed scars from many old wounds. The silvered black hair on head and body was thick without hiding the fine shape of muscles and neck. He was a handsome, sharp featured man, not much past 40, and had been Trahearn's ruler for these last 10 years of increasing hardship and encroaching danger from the dark lands.

It could be assumed that the large bed did not go unshared. Since his wife's death years ago Hrothgar had occupied his nights with a select number. He had taken both women and men, since there were sophisticated and discrete nobles of both sexes ready to do his bidding. He was not ungenerous in private, just ruthless in public, displaying a harsh demeanor to all but those who saw him behind closed doors.

No one was sharing his chamber this night, nor would anyone enter unless he called before morning.

*Chapter 2* "Bargaining Positions"

Hrothgar moved to stand over his royal guest, the fireplace behind outlining the ruler's muscular form with a halo of red light. The flame's reflection could not hide the glow of Legolas' skin, nor the fact that he still shivered despite the heat of the room. Hoping that this was a passing reaction and not a serious fever Hrothgar decided that the prince would stay in the large bed where the room was warmer and his temperature could be monitored. Now the test would be to see how the leader monitored his own reactions in a situation of absolute power over an absolutely beautiful temptation.

He knew from icy winter nights that when under blankets, the human body actually remained warmer without clothes. Using this thought as both a logical reason and an excuse, Hrothgar removed soft gray elven boots, took a breath, and then carefully stripped Legolas of all clothing.

He couldn't take his eyes off the luminous nude body, perfectly proportioned and unmarked. With shaking hands he finally eased the gleaming limbs under thickly woven blankets. He hung onto his willpower; his mind resisting the urge to caress the elf, while his hands ached to do so. No other being had ever affected him this way and he refused to let himself be controlled by sensual need. The Trahearn lord crawled into bed on the far side.
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Once under the covers, he found himself wishing to comfort the creature, and was annoyed for allowing such soft feelings to surface. This was a political prisoner and sheltered generously only to retain a healthy value. Hrothgar could still feel small shudders run through the mattress and after several tense moments, he growled and rolled over.

He pulled Legolas backward into his arms, feeling the trembling of hot, silken skin against his middle. Iron strong biceps clasped the elf close, wrapping him tight in warm flesh. The shivering eased as the slender form stretched gratefully into the curve of dark arms and legs. Golden hair was a pillow for Hrothgar's face as he inhaled a hypnotic fragrance. Was it the scent of myrtle? Or just an overall woodland essence? The ruler felt intoxicated and drifted in a world of forest smells and green images. His senses swam.

His resolve was weakening as his manhood hardened. This would not do. He pulled back, hoping to calm himself. Legolas shifted, no longer shaking and relaxed into thick chest muscles and finally sank deeply into drug affected sleep. Hrothgar groaned softly. If anything, the loosening of the limber body allowed more disturbing contact with his crotch area. He could not restrain his hands from wandering over smooth shoulders and stroking satiny skin on neck and back.

Sensual stimulation was on an inevitable path. His fingers tangled in lustrous hair and cupped a finely curved ear. His tongue delicately tasted one earlobe and elicited not even a twitch from the very unconscious elf. Hrothgar was completely aroused. The tingle he had experienced earlier was nothing compared to the resonating waves of pleasure that seemed to come from every part of his body that touched Legolas. Hrothgar was conscious of every nuance of skin temperature, of his own heart beating loud, and of the two bodies breathing as one. The elven skin amplified every sensation as the dark lord exhaled; the soft gust stirring fine hair at Legolas' temple. The human's tense muscles relaxed, finding contact with the elf positively therapeutic.

Hrothgar had never felt so alive. He was amazed at the delicious friction that was building almost without effort as he moved against white flesh near his loins. He molded himself to the willowy body and allowed his hands the pleasure of caressing the flat abdomen; one finger exploring the small naval opening and the other hand slipping up to trace the tender nipples. He slowly arched and contracted against the yielding muscles sliding across his groin and found still no reaction from his royal prisoner.

The ruler understood that elves usually slept with eyes open and perceived that this current state was not normal. He made a decision: if there was any positive physical response from the unconscious prince, he would allow himself to go further. They were behind closed doors and the chances were good that the drug would blur memories of the next few hours of activity.

Could this be resolved without even waking the one in his arms? Could he possibly pleasure himself and the other, and still not disturb the sleeping condition?

He longed to explore the incomparable body under his touch and became even more aroused at the thought. Why not? He let his fingers tighten on the small hard nipples, twisting and pulling. Finally, a sigh came from the elf. Hrothgar felt the defined pectorals press into his hands, encouraging the contact on throbbing peaks. This was the signal he wanted. Dark lashes were still closed on a pale cheek, and the leader became bolder still, sensing that the drug had engendered a dreaming condition but had not blocked sensual reactions. He locked his mouth onto a pointed ear, sucking and swirling his tongue down its length and heard a deep breath become a soft moan.

Still licking, Hrothgar whispered, "You are magnificent. You like this. You will let me do anything." To enforce the suggestion, his hands gripped harder on the erect nipples and received an answering quiver down the arched spine. The dark lord was enraptured with the beauty before him and ablaze with the power of stimulating another's pleasure.

The ruler rolled Legolas onto his back, excited to feel the supple body's acquiescence that heightened his own passion as he intensely sucked and licked the tight pink nubs and white stomach. Low moans issued from the ivory throat, but the eyes still remained closed. An experienced arm reached to separate yielding thighs and spread the young body to exploring fingers. Legolas lay unresisting and splayed apart as large hands gently stroked between his legs, teased the downy curling hair, and grasped a velvety member. Encircling manipulation hardened it to a sleek column as the elf slowly writhed into the mattress with long fingers gripping the sheets.

Hrothgar knelt between the smoothly muscled legs, opened the trembling limbs even further, and greedily engulfed the rigid flesh into his warm mouth. Helpless in the grip of pleasure, the prince's pelvis rose and fell with aching response. The Trahearn thoroughly ravished the sweet manhood with expert lips and tongue nuzzling over the entire sensitive groin area. His dark eyes devoured the complete look of sexual arousal on Legolas' fair face, seeing cheeks and lips deeply flushed, mouth open in an endless sensual gasp, head thrown back, and the beautiful neck arched and straining.

He relished the soft cries, and prepared for the next level of stimulation with a bottle of musky oil and a long, rod-like tool of polished wood. It was thick and slightly curved, one end tapered and rounded, with a ridged handle to maintain a slippery grip. Coating the tool with oil, he placed the relaxed legs over his shoulders, lifted Legolas' hips, and returned to sucking the tumescent column. Spreading the luscious cleft with oil slicked fingers, Hrothgar found the sensitive budded opening and slowly twisted and rotated the tool deep into the prince's very center. He continued to suck strongly, rocking the writhing hips, and plunged the instrument with sure aim until he found the very sweetest spot within that very sweet body he was plundering. He worked the penetration deeper, harder, faster, and felt the lithe form convulse at the edge of pain and pleasure until there was one long climaxing groan, and delicious elf essence streamed into Hrothgar's eager throat. He swallowed every drop, lapping at the prince's quivering abdomen while the limber body shuddered with small orgasmic aftershocks.

Not quite done, Hrothgar quickly rolled the still sedated Legolas comfortably onto his stomach with head to one side and arms extended. The golden hair was a rich tangle across the elf's panting face as the ruler lifted some of the heavy strands and bit gently into the radiant neck. Moving lower, Hrothgar's hands massaged and kneaded the firm buttocks, and made sure the tool was slowly and languorously removed while a bit more oil was added to the well-prepared entrance. Strong fingers spread the blushing mounds as he sheathed his throbbingly engorged member into the elf's hot inner reaches and pumped with lingering deliberation, taking his full time to reach satisfaction.

He pulled Legolas onto his knees, with head down, his larger body pressed against the smooth back, while folding the long slender legs into the elf's torso to allow for the deepest penetration. The ruler's hips had full play, rocking forward and back, deeply thrusting, while one large arm held the supple body and the other hand stroked the softened pale manhood back to attention.

Hrothgar rose higher on his knees, pulling the rounded hips up with him, spreading the slim legs further apart, penetrating the cleft totally, and seeking for that deepest, most tender spot. He took many minutes with his hands working the elf's shaft, and his own member impacting forcefully on the inner point of ultimate stimulation. He enjoyed the power of making Legolas come once more, and waited for the ecstatic cry before he allowed himself to pump faster, and with great strength bring the shivering form into his pelvis, again and again.

When he was finally ready, he pulled out and heat seemed to explode into his middle as he climaxed, with warm liquid making the slippery contact of his belly against the sinewy back even more stimulating. He shuddered, breathing hard into the luminous cloud of hair near his face and felt more deeply satisfied and relaxed than with any human partner.

Somewhere in his mind he was surprised, but not unhappy, that he had lost control. He loosened his hold, and with a dampened cloth wiped drying fluids off both of them and put away his pleasure tools. He carefully arranged Legolas on his side for greatest comfort and was sincerely grateful for the experience of the amazing immortal flesh.

He placed one more lingering kiss on the flushed lips and could not resist a final whispered suggestion: "Thank you. You were incredible. We will enjoy this again. Sleep well, my special bargaining piece."

Resettling his position behind the prince to still provide warmth, Hrothgar draped an arm over an ivory shoulder, and made sure that his body touched a maximum amount of the softly glowing skin. Satisfied and definitely pleased with himself, the Trahearn Lord descended into cooling forest dreams.


Early morning sunshine slanted through a narrow stone window as Hrothgar finished dressing. He had not yet called for any attendants, wishing to speak with the prince in private. The elf slowly began to stir, still not fully recovered. Cornsilk hair spread across the pillow as Legolas put an arm across his forehead and groaned.

Hrothgar sat on the edge of the bed, drawn to watch the reluctant opening of incredibly blue eyes. "I imagine your head aches."

There was another low groan. "Imagine worse. It may fall off."

With an effort the elf levered himself to a sitting position and braced on the edge of the bed, head down, taking several deep breaths. Hrothgar found himself admiring sleekly muscled archer's arms and tapered fingers and observed that this being was as attractive to look at in the daylight as he had been to hold at night. Legolas seemed to be free of fever; the fine body, unselfconscious of nudity, moved with slow motion grace despite obvious discomfort. The prince carefully stood, took a single unsteady step and abruptly found himself gripped by strong hands on both arms.

Hrothgar frowned. "Slowly. You survived a dose that might have killed a human. We know elves are tough, but not made of iron." No, he thought in warm memory, only some parts could be likened so. He hoped there were not too many lingering aches from the night's vigorous activities.

"True. I feel hammering in my head like a cracked bronze bell."

A supporting arm wrapped round the bare waist and he was once more seated on the warm bed. A firm hand kept him from rising. The Trahearn ordered, "You will rest here today. I will have food delivered."

Legolas stopped trying to get up. He shook his head, not sure how or why he was in this room and stared in a puzzled way at Hrothgar. "Why are you -- kind?" He realized that if this was his prison, at least it was not uncomfortable.

"It serves my purpose. I am not often so." He switched subjects. "What do you remember of yesterday?"

Legolas felt that the rules had changed in this interaction and answered honestly. "Before the wine, shall we say-- the discussions broke down. There will be hard dealings to come. We should speak of this.... "

The Trahearn leader interrupted. "No. The response will come from your father soon enough. If not, then we will consider the next step. It is out of your hands." He turned to the stack of neatly folded gray clothing and handed over various items. "What else do you remember?" He looked sharply at the chiseled features as the elf frowned and considered.

"Very little. Stomach pain, the privy, you were there. Waking up now. Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

"I gave you my word I would not try to escape." He looked down with a small sigh.

"Good. Then, since we are both men of our word, I will hold you to that. Agreed?"

There came a reluctant answer. "Agreed."

Hrothgar lightly rested a hand on a white shoulder, while warm fingers traced the collar bone and extended the momentary contact. He noted that the prince did not withdraw from the touch. "You will not find me unfair if you cooperate. I am used to getting what I want." The images in his mind were most explicit, but were put aside for the time being.

The sapphire eyes flashed. "You may be disappointed in the future."

"I trust not. You are a most attractive bargaining piece," he smiled sardonically, "and useful to me in many ways."

Hrothgar felt secure that his nighttime behavior was secret, yet almost disappointed that the prince had no memory of the experience. He felt extremely invigorated this day, with none of the stiffness and aches usually present from old injuries. It was as if his body was revitalized and healed by contact with such a perplexing creature. He would keep the elf nearby and have more of his intimate company, and this unusual well-being.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Legolas dressed and regretted the covering of the fair body.

He called the steward, ordered food supplies for the day and turned to his enforced guest. "You will remain here for the time being. Food, water, and bathing facilities are all nearby. Your other belongings are here. The servants will answer your call. However, guards are also nearby. Remember your promise." He stepped close, again experiencing a sense of surprise at meeting vivid eyes on his own level. "I expect you to honor it."

Legolas' jaw clenched, but he spoke calmly. "I have given you my word. It should suffice."

"Very well." Hrothgar nodded and took his leave.

The prince felt relief but also a momentary loneliness as the door closed. He pondered the situation, and rolled his shoulder to ease a slight cramp, and sensed the tingling path left by Hrothgar's fingers. This was indeed a strange turn of events. He felt an inexplicable sympathy for the man who had to be so unrelenting and fierce in public and yet, was almost considerate in private. Was it the way of all human rulers, or just this Trahearn and his shadowed land?

*Chapter 3* "Bubbles and Archery Lessons"

Half-way back to home territory the Mirkwood delegation made a decision. Thalanen split the group and sent two of the other elves to the Iron Hills to negotiate with the dwarves there. He had considered numerous alternatives, and conceived the idea that if some small amount of metal ore were actually delivered; an exchange for prince Legolas could be arranged. Hrothgar had mentioned something to that effect. An outright conflict was not the best answer; it would simply result in wasted lives. Time was of the essence, and Thalanen had enough authority to take some action before reporting to King Thranduil.

He was also aware of a desire to make up for what he felt was an underestimating of Hrothgar's character. Upon further reflection he concluded that the man's violent actions were in keeping with the history of the area, where only the strong and ruthless survived. Hrothgar was not just another barbarous human; he was gambling with very high stakes to obtain what was needed for his people.

Thalanen also sensed the Trahaern Lord's underlying sensual attraction to the prince. The senior councilor recognized the effect that Legolas had on many individuals and knew that his safety might be more assured if Hrothgar's attentions were satisfied. While still completely committed to the prince's welfare, Thalanen was totally uncritical of outside sexual activity and had no compunction about using that element as a bargaining tool, thus possibly gaining the elves needed leverage in the negotiations. Legolas was proving to be more useful than anticipated; he would survive and the delegation would succeed.

The Trahearn ruler was not unreasonable. There would be a way to make him an offer that could make the difference between life and death for many in that land, as long as the elves did not take too long to bring back tangible results.

The morning was not far advanced when Hrothgar decided to take a break and check on his fascinating guest. He had already planned to join Legolas later for lunch, but found his mind constantly returning to thoughts of the prince. At this point, he decided to make more time available and see if other opportunities presented themselves.

The Lord saluted the guards at the stairwell and as he climbed upward he heard activity in the bathing chamber near his rooms. Water splashed and a fair voice hummed a low, sweet tune. Hrothgar smiled in pleasure, both at the music and the image of what must be happening. He stopped in the main suite, shed some of his clothes and retrieved a variation of the drug administered in the prince's wine the previous day. This version was absorbed through the skin and had the same immediate soporific effects. He loosened the stopper, palmed the vial, and felt briefly guilty, but acknowledged what he was doing and did it anyway.

He knocked softly on the bathing room door and entered, sliding the lock quickly closed. He gazed at a huge sunken stone tub, indeed beholding a sight as alluring as he had imagined. Legolas floated up to his shapely shoulders in bubbles, partially visible wet skin glistening pink and white, while golden hair swirled below the surface. He was an enthralling vision. The prince was not upset to be found bathing, but was surprised to see the Trahearn back so soon.

Hrothgar began unbuttoning his shirt and loosening trousers. "Good morning, my royal guest. I am pleased you find our facilities useful."

"They are certainly complete. The water is hot and the soap plentiful." The prince stood without shyness, warm water and foam clinging to sculptured curves and angles of a faultless body. "If you wish to use the tub, I can refill it for you, I am almost done."

Hrothgar's eyes dilated as he watched a rivulet trace a path over smooth pectorals and fall invitingly off a peaked nipple. Breath caught in his throat, but he answered evenly. "No, that will not be necessary, I'm sure it is still warm enough." He reached into the bubbles near the elf's leg as if testing the temperature, released the stopper of the potion beneath the water and swirled it close to bare skin.

"Please relax, I would not ask you to leave."

Legolas was not unused to sharing bathing activities, and not finding the request unusual, suddenly found that he felt very relaxed. His knees buckled, he sat abruptly back into the water, leaning shining hair onto the stone lip. Hrothgar had finished undressing and poured a bucket of cold water over his dark head, effectively closing his pores and negating any possibility of his body absorbing the narcotic in the tub.

He sat behind Legolas on the smooth edge, opening his legs around the reclining head and alabaster shoulders. He bent over, lips brushing the closed eyes. "You appear to have taken my advice. Pray continue."

His hands cupped the elegant cheekbones and stroked delicate temples and insinuated themselves around the arched ears, tickling and teasing the edges and inner curves. Legolas hummed in pleasure, leaning into the caress. Hrothgar's excitement surged, realizing that this was almost a conscious response and probably encouraged by the drug, but still extremely gratifying Apparently this level of the narcotic was not as debilitating as oral administration and allowed more volition. He reached lower, fingers massaging the chest area and flicked over tightening flesh.

He held his breath and whispered the suggestive words as his fingers closed on erect tips. "You like this. You will let me do anything." As before, there was a quiver down the spine as the elf pressed into his hands, responding wonderfully.

Hrothgar opened his mouth over the inviting rosy petals, drinking in sweet breath and allowing his tongue to explore freely. As he came up for air he was delighted to see the prince's eyes were closed while a soft smile curved the parted lips, and cheeks were also pleasingly tinged as his hands continued their ministrations to chest and ears. He was in control of this beautiful being and slid into the water to exert it further.

The tub was only a few feet deep but allowed plenty of maneuvering. Hrothgar knelt in front of Legolas, holding his wrists apart and devoured his mouth yet again. The leader heard another sensuous hum and realized the elf was responding with lip and tongue movements of his own. This reaction brought the lord's member to fully enthused arousal and as he pressed into the yielding physique he felt an equal awakening in the other. Legolas' legs opened to Hrothgar's pressure and wrapped around contracting gluteus muscles and encouraged further contact of their mutually aroused genitals.

The Trahearn was carried on waves of awareness as the two bodies undulated into each other in the warm water. He sensed the growing natural response in the prince and when his own eyes closed, beheld a glowing cycle of white light coursing between his body and the elf's. It seemed to flare with each breath and expand as their arousal increased. He wanted to get even closer to the prince, to drink him down forever.

While still leaning the white shoulders on the tub edge, Hrothgar lifted Legolas' hips out of the water, and lapped at the turgid length exposed to his articulate tongue. Panting moans issued from the ravished elf as he rose into the grasping, sucking mouth, writhing with ecstatic need. The ruler took him one step higher as he inserted soap slicked fingers into a receptive hot channel and the thick digits began stretching, stroking, and pressuring the inner core.

Legolas' eyes half-opened in blurred ecstasy, his voice rough. "I want you inside me! Take me -- now!"

Hrothgar's heart leaped as this was a lover's response, not any drug induced fever. The bright cloud in his mind's eye expanded even further. He lowered the twisting hips back into the oily water and granted the elf's request by slowing boring his shaft into Legolas' pulsing center, plunging home to the ideal spot over and over. His own climax was coming swiftly and with one more thrust, he held the deepest penetration and groaned his human seed into the elf.

Legolas' head whipped from side to side, "Ai, sweet Valar! I am undone...." and with a great gasp the ivory torso convulsed into the impalement; once, twice and on the third time, spilled a silvery cloud into the cooling water. Hrothgar held the rippling spine as the prince arched, arms flung wide, eyes rolled back, and felt the slender body go suddenly, bonelessly limp.

Immediately cradling the slack form, the ruler leaped from the bath and spread the precious limbs on nearby towels and repeatedly checked for signs of recovery. For many moments there was hardly a breath or detectable heartbeat, so still was the elven prince. Hrothgar cursed himself and the narcotic, vowing never to use it on the fair creature again. Finally there was a shuddering slow inhalation, and lapis colored eyes opened to regard an anxious dark face only inches away.

The lord sighed in relief. "You're alright. I was afraid I had hurt you."

Legolas smiled, his head supported by two gentle hands. "No, you did many things, but hurt was not one of them." He stretched like a cat into the arms that held him. "I must still be tired from that misbegotten wine." He tried to frown, but found the task too difficult. "Can we talk later?" And with that he blinked and dropped into true reverie, eyes partly open, pearlescent features beautiful in relaxed slumber. Hrothgar counted his blessings and carried the exquisite immortal back to the bedroom.


It was afternoon before Hrothgar was able to return for a mid-day meal. He had sent word for food to be prepared and delivered to his chambers. Heavy boots announced his approach to the guards at the base of the stair, and their captain reported a lack of activity. Hrothgar anticipated further interaction with his intriguing prisoner and in a moment of self illumination, acknowledged the elf as his lover. This whole diplomatic situation was certainly taking an unexpected emotional turn.

The door swung open to sunlight streaking across the rich carpets and complete silence. Too quiet.

"Prince Legolas?" More silence. Hrothgar found himself growing concerned.

The lord strode quickly through empty rooms. "Legolas?"

He rounded a corner near the study and nearly skidded to a stop. In the angle of a far chair, he could just see a swath of flaxen hair and curve of a fair cheek. Hrothgar stepped quietly closer as a corner of his mouth twitched. The prince had changed into simple green clothing; pale hair and white hands were all that stood out against dark cushions. A huge book was carefully propped open in his crossed legs, and he had gradually slipped to one side, dreaming eyes open, lax fingers curled upward. His deep breathing indicated an altered state of resting contemplation.

Hrothgar shook his head. This was exactly something his son would do, reading voraciously until exhausted, then falling asleep in some unlikely position. He lifted the book gently out of the prince's grasp. As if the thought summoned him, Hagan chose that moment to appear.

"Father, you're here now-- can I talk to him?"

"I suppose you may, if he ever comes back from wherever he is."

Hrothgar tapped Legolas' arm. There was a sudden inhalation and the elf came fully awake and standing in one smooth motion, rocking forward slightly. Hagan backed off, realizing that this was quite a different being when awake.

Hrothgar looked amused. "Obviously feeling better. What were you reading that sent you so far away?"

Legolas relaxed, and tentatively smiled at the young face looking up at him with such intense interest.
Answering the question, he glanced at the warrior through provocatively lowered lashes. "Something you might like yourself. Combat tactics from a previous generation. We can learn much from past victories and -- mistakes." His chin rose, and a wicked smile curved the perfect lips.

Hrothgar's eyes held much warmth and a dawning realization that this was no fawning casual conquest; he had a challenging companion on his hands, one requiring further seduction. He looked forward to the task.

"Prince Legolas, this is my son Hagan. Hagan this is Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, son of King Thranduil."

Solemn handshakes were exchanged. "Hagan, please call me Legolas. Long titles make us seem more important than we really are."

Hagan smiled. Hrothgar raised an eyebrow. This was going to be an interesting meal.

And it was. Apparently both Hagan and Legolas discovered a mutual regard for archery and the boy pelted him with detailed questions that showed an impressive depth of knowledge. In return, Legolas answered the questions expertly and shared descriptions of numerous types of bows he had used or observed, reminding Hrothgar again that this youthful looking elf had seen more years than his appearance would support. He watched the two through half-closed eyes, savoring his wine and the obvious enthusiasm of his son in the company of what could have been an older brother. Legolas did not talk down to the lad; he gave him full attention and maintained an easy manner that lightly teased without mocking. Hrothgar was simply content to watch the changing expressions on the prince's lovely face, listen to his musical voice, and lean close whenever possible to inhale the forest scent that clung to his person.

Hagan was thoroughly enjoying the conversation when there was a loud commotion outside the chamber.

The guard captain rushed in, breathless and agitated. "Lord Hrothgar, forgive me, but there is an attack by northern raiders. They are after the livestock, especially the horses. We can see them from your tower. Shall we ride out?"

Hrothgar stood and moved quickly. "Yes, send out the third company and let's see what we have." He turned to the outer door and with Legolas and Hagan close behind, strode onto the battlements. Other guards on duty were pointing eastward. The day was crisp and gave a clear view of the attack going on less than a mile away. The livestock were kept in shelters and one was burning, while a good sized group of raiders was driving off the few Trahearn still standing. The Northerners had mounted some of the horses and were gathering up more, preparing to depart with their booty.

Hrothgar's face was black with anger. "They dare to steal so close! We can't fly to them from here, and they will be on their way by the time we ride out."

Legolas leaned forward, his keen eyes picking out the enemy leader ordering the action. "Cannot your archers reach some of them from here? A few well places shots and they would lose direction."

Hrothgar turned on him in surprise. "Don't be foolish. No bowman can shoot so far and accurately hit anything."

"I can. And I have."

The other Trahearn men waited for the explosion. The elf did not look strong enough to use any of the long bows held by the warriors nearby.

In the momentary shocked silence Legolas reached toward the nearest archer, holding out his hand. "What have you got to lose? Let me try."

Hrothgar nodded, scowling uncertainly. The man passed over his bow and quiver. Legolas flexed the 6ft. length quickly, easily drawing the thick bowstring. It felt about a hundred pound pull, which should serve, even though not as well made as his own. He looked at the arrows and frowned: too heavy and no wonder they couldn't reach anything far away. These were thickly made and used to punch through armor at closer range. The raiders were not wearing armor, a lighter arrow would do. He reached over to the next man and with a brief, inquiring look plucked some slender arrows from a different quiver. These would work, light enough to fly farther, they would still do the job.

All this happened in less than two minutes. Legolas stepped to the edge of the embrasure and took his stance. He adjusted for a difference in weight, angle and depth of draw. The men had already re-evaluated his ability when they saw how easily he pulled the bow, now they stared open mouthed as he let fly three arrows with blinding speed.

Every missile found a target. The first took out the lead rider, a shoulder hit that sent him off the horse. The other two were kills, throat wounds and rather messy even from here. Legolas reached for more arrows and there was no hesitation about handing them over.

Hrothgar smiled grimly. He enjoyed this new side to Legolas. He stared in deep appreciation as the fine body moved effortlessly into a machine-like battle mode. The lord's intimate knowledge of that body made the elf even more impressive -- and desirable. The partially braided golden hair flew like a banner as five, six, seven fatal arrows were loosed. In profile, Legolas looked like an avenging white statue. His archer's stance was utterly perfect and the sculptured features were focused and beautifully deadly.

Quailing under the fierce rain of arrows, the raiders decided that there must be more soldiers hiding nearby as well as observing those pounding down on them from the castle. They scattered, abandoning their fallen confederates. Not one arrow had touched a horse, only the thieves were down.

Legolas stepped back, not even breathing hard, and spoke to the stunned group. "Those were rather clumsy shots and should have been cleaner kills. I could have done better with my own bow."

He thanked the archers whose weapons he had borrowed and commented that better fletching on the arrows would also increase their range.

The captain, Ivarr by name, spoke very respectfully. "Could you show us how to do that? We did not know the power of archery used so well."

"You already know most of the techniques. It's just a matter of refinement."

Hrothgar stepped close and clasped Legolas on the shoulder, while remembering other touches, and possessively shook the slighter male in appreciation. "Plus incredible skill, my royal archer. You would share your knowledge with us freely?"

"Of course. We must work together in these times."

"Your other comrades did not wish to give so generously. "

"I think you misunderstood the problem. They could not promise what was not in their possession. I will gladly share what is in my power."

The other soldiers had drawn closer, attracted by genuine admiration and in awe of the elf they had underestimated.

Legolas smiled at the circle of serious faces. "When your Lord wills it, classes will start. Are you ready to be students again?'

Hagan spoke up; he had actually understood much of the ability required. "Please, can I come to class too?" There was easy laughter.

Captain Ivarr grasped Legolas' hand. "Thank you. You saved my brother. He was about to be cut down when your arrow found it's mark. Are all elves so skilled?"

"In different ways, just as you. Archery suits me. I think I can help you find ways to better use what you already have. Tell your brother it was a Trahearn arrow that saved him. My arm simply enabled the
right path." Ivarr smiled back.

Hrothgar wrapped Legolas with one arm, Hagan with the other and turned to the soldiers. "Gentlemen, we will talk more of this later. See to the wounded and bring me a report." He steered the two back inside.

*Chapter 4* "Sharing the Spirit and the Flesh"

Hours later when the aftermath of the attack had been dealt with, Legolas met with several of the senior archers and the same guard captain in the large hall below the tower. As long as he remained a "guest" the prince would try to make the best of the situation and create better relations. He willingly shared detailed knowledge on alternative arrow fletching methods and discussed skills for improved shooting distance.

At the same table where the diplomatic confrontation had taken place, the interested archers leaned over the Mirkwood bow Legolas displayed. It had been returned to the prince from a separate storage area. They were very impressed with the lovely wood, flexibility, and heavy pull it required. Bow construction in layers was described, as well as arrow weight and length.

From the stairwell Hrothgar watched the blonde head bent close to many dark ones. The shimmering hair glinted in the candlelight as Legolas moved gracefully among the humans, and the ruler appreciated even more his own intimate connection with the fair elven youth. He was learning to value both the otherworldly physical beauty, and the pure generosity of spirit that motivated the prince's actions.

Hagan had been allowed to attend and asked pertinent questions. The soldiers smiled when he first spoke, but as they heard Legolas give a serious answer they became aware that their leader's son was a worthy student. Hrothgar gained new respect for the royal archer as he saw a patient and expert teacher, who let all the men ask questions and focused with attention on each.

The ones who had seen him in action on the battlements quietly spread the story among the others.

One of the older men whispered. "Looks too slight to pull the bow, but I seen ' im kill six raiders from nearly half a mile." The Trahearn archers concluded that he was indeed a surprising combination of noble elegance and a warrior's strength.

It was agreed that some new techniques would be employed with weapon construction and further drills might begin on the morrow. The men had totally lost their shyness by this time and asked the prince if he would demonstrate some of his shooting skills on the field.

Legolas smiled ruefully. "At the moment, I am considered a political prisoner and probably won't be allowed to leave the castle."

There was an awkward silence. Hagan spoke up. "Maybe I can ask my father."

Hrothgar stepped into the light as his voice echoed in the quiet moment. "Maybe you can ask now."

The men stood as their leader approached.

Hagan also stood and spoke formally, realizing the need to bridge the gap between the soldiers and his father's often severe manner. "Sir, may I request the presence of Prince Legolas on the shooting field tomorrow?"

"You may."

Hrothgar walked slowly to stand between Hagan and Legolas who had also risen. The candles cast a bright halo around the elf's head; the men were struck again by the stunning appearance of this foreign visitor.

Hrothgar put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Do you speak for yourself or others here?"

The captain stepped forward. "Lord Hrothgar. We have already learned much from our guest. Perhaps with your permission we can learn more. All of us can guarantee his safe return to the castle."

"Well put. Yes, this will be permitted. Prince Legolas may ride out with the archers tomorrow."

Hagan could not contain himself. "Thank you father! I mean, my Lord. -- Um, can I go too?"

Hrothgar almost, but not quite smiled. "You may, if Prince Legolas allows it."

Legolas did smile, casting a perceptible glow round the table. "You are most welcome Hagan. In fact, we all request your presence, do we not?"

The captain nodded, as did many of the others. Hrothgar noted again Legolas' ability to unify the group and create goodwill. He glanced sharply at the pale elf and realized that even as the charming smile was genuine, there was a subtle tension around silvery eyes and a tightening of the white hand on the chair back. Stepping near, he sensed a resonating ache and became protective.

As Hagan chatted with the captain, Hrothgar leaned close to an arched ear. "You are in discomfort. It is time to rest and eat."

Legolas stiffened and looked down. "How did you....?"

"I think I am getting to know you better than most. I can feel your head pounding."

Brilliant eyes closed briefly. "Like a blacksmith's hammer."

Hrothgar brought his full length against the elf's side and linked arms as if to display comradeship, but actually to offer unobtrusive support.

He received a quick look as Legolas spoke to the group. "Until tomorrow then. We meet in the early morning. Thank you."

Hrothgar also bid his men good night and beckoned to Hagan. "Alright young archer, we need your services elsewhere. Find the steward and tell him to bring dinner to my chambers in an hour. It will be for three, you may join us."

"Yes, my Lord!" cried Hagan eagerly, and ran off to give the orders.

Legolas leaned forward to gather up the bow and found that Hrothgar's encircling arm had suddenly turned into a bar of iron, holding him back.

"No. Let a servant bring that. You need to get off your feet." He felt the other sag and tightened his grip about the slender waist.

"Apparently you are right." The elf sighed. "Then, if you are willing to further your kindness, please get me up the stairs without looking foolish in front of your men."

"Done."

Again as if in comradely contact, Hrothgar put his arm around Legolas' shoulders and saluted the guards in farewell. The others wished them a warm goodnight and departed for their own meal. Their lord's familiar touch of the prince was not a surprise to the men since comfort between warriors was acceptable behavior. Male friendship of more than passing closeness was not uncommon in the shadowed land. It was understood that the elf was under Hrothgar's power, and as such was regarded with respect, and not a little sympathy.

As they made their way up the granite staircase Hrothgar's strength was so great that what looked like a light touch, was actually half supporting the wilting elf. They made it almost to the landing outside the suite when a wave of vertigo caused Legolas to falter and almost slip from Hrothgar's hold. The Trahearn turned and backed the other against the wall, pressing his full length into the slim figure to keep him from falling. The sensation became suddenly stimulating as the prince tried to recover and stretched most appealingly into the lord's body. Desire flared immediately and Hrothgar buried his face in the golden tangle of silky hair near his chin.

The ruler let his hands slide up the elf's arms and as pale eyelids fluttered, lowered his mouth in a hungry kiss. Soft lips parted and began to press back as the lord's tongue delved deep into warm recesses. Hrothgar let arousal take hold and drank deeply of the honeyed taste and bent the prince's head back in a breathless moist caress. Legolas brought his arms around the Trahearn's heavy neck and massaged the thick shoulder muscles as his body melted into the larger male's embrace.

The leader pulled back and stared into intense azure eyes. "You want this as much as I do?"

"Yes. Your flesh calls, and my spirit answers."

Hrothgar inhaled, and felt light flare briefly behind his eyes. He pulled Legolas tightly against his chest and again locked his mouth over the hot lips that pulsed under his devouring touch. Hrothgar gloried in the willing surrender and felt turgid flesh move against his thigh between the elf's legs. He lifted his knee upward and increased the pressure on both their aroused members.

Legolas sighed. "I would take you now, but is this the right time and place?"

"I say what is right, and I want you now." Suiting action to words, the dark lord gathered the prince into his arms and easily climbed the rest of the stairs to the bathing chamber.

He set him carefully on a low chair and for a moment held the flawless face in his hands. "First, something for your headache. I'm afraid the drug is still in your system, and I do regret the discomfort."

Legolas blinked, touched by the concern and the apology. He watched as Hrothgar turned to a samovar near the hot water tank and poured some mint tea, adding sugar plus a small amount of a medicinal cordial.

The ruler brought the cup and closed the long fingers around it gently. "You will drink this, and I will not force you. It will ease the pounding hammer." Their eyes met over the steam as the elf sipped delicately, both remembering the other time a drink had been offered in a similar way.

Incredibly thick lashes brushed an alabaster cheek as Legolas replied. "That seems a long time ago. I think we have learned a few things since then."

Hrothgar gave a throaty laugh and began running warm water from the fire-heated tank into the stone tub. He added fragrant oil and smiled. "Dinner will arrive next door and this room will be undisturbed for a while."

Legolas stood and walked slowly to stand just out of reach before the Trahearn lord. Dark eyes burned and Hrothgar watched the elf intently. A soft green shirt was languorously unbuttoned to reveal the sculptured ivory abdomen and muscular chest. Snow white shoulders shrugged and let the silk deliberately brush hardening nipples as it fell away. The ruler licked his lips in anticipation. Flaxen hair swirled as the prince turned his back and loosened tight leggings, easing them down over luscious firm hips that flexed as he bent over, and slid each elegant limb free of the fabric. He returned to face the dark lord, an incredible vision of lithe, lean, gold, and white body with smoldering eyes and every inch of glowing skin revealed to Hrothgar's enflamed gaze. The human was doubly enthralled by the sensual presentation, since the display was willingly made, just for him.

Hrothgar's voice was husky with desire. "You beauty! You entrap my very soul."

He went to where the elf stood, placed warm hands over the flushed chest and let several fingers caress pink tips. He lowered his head to suckle one, while firmly pinching the other and felt the entire body vibrate. His teeth bit lightly as he lowered Legolas onto pillows and towels. He drew the willowy form back over the curved pile and let his expert tongue travel all over the panting elf.

Breathless with pleasure, the prince looked down at the dark head between his legs. "You are greedy my lord! Let me... do the same... for you...." He could not finish as Hrothgar began working his mouth up and down the slender manhood.

The ruler's eyes glittered and he paused to swirl his fingers in downy pubic hair. "When I have had my fill."

He turned off the running water and dipped his hand into the oily surface. Returning to the stimulating task at hand, the lord's sufficiently slick fingers caressed a tender folded entrance and slowly twisted within. Legolas strained into the penetration and began voicing low, needy cries. Hrothgar hungrily swallowed the elf's member and while exerting moist stimulation from above and expanding pressure from below, quickly brought him to the edge of moaning release. Completely enjoying such a rapid response; the ruler initiated a more vigorous plunging assault and received his desired reward in creamy, spurting fulfillment. He lapped stray drops from the cooling stomach and gazed in pleasure at the dreamy, voluptuous expression on the prince's blushing countenance.

Hrothgar took one more lick from the tiny naval cup and smiled. "Delicious."

Legolas eased up onto his elbows, regarding the satiated lord from half-lidded sparkling eyes. "Then you are filled, and it is my turn!" And with that he rolled forward and engaged the Trahearn in a mock wrestling match that successfully divested him of all clothing.

They were panting and laughing when the prince finally lay atop the much heavier human and delighted him by deliberately undulating his exquisite body into the dusky flesh.

He whispered. "Now let me show you what I can do...."

And very quickly the ruler experienced a wondrous combination of elven strength and erotic imagination as Legolas took him through an amazing range of sensual delights new to his swimming senses. He was teased, tasted, manipulated, massaged, and stimulated in so many ways, and in so many places, that he could not remember ever having felt so completely sexually satisfied. The elf was a generous, awesome lover.

The previous passive contact of the prince had been exciting in its own way, but this interaction far surpassed any concept Hrothgar ever had concerning the capacity of the human body for pleasure. On another level he became aware of a growing spiritual connection that enhanced the sensitivity of the flesh. Even without closing his eyes, he could almost see a lambent radiance surrounding their connected bodies.

When they both lay serenely enwrapped in contrasting layers of light and dark limbs, Legolas spoke quietly.
"I know our time together is not fated to last," and he softened the words with a brushed kiss, "but I want you to understand that what our flesh has shared, will continue to benefit your spirit. You have seen the brightness, have you not?"

Hrothgar nodded. "Yes, I am not sure what it is, but it feels right."

"Absolutely. Intense love creates another element that connects us to the greatest light of all." The ethereal, radiant features loomed over the lord and the fall of luminous hair draped him in intimate connection.

The musical voice continued. "You have seen our essences become brighter because we have given without reserve to each other. You will never lose that awareness, let it grow. Your love for your son will nurture it, as well as love for your land."

Brilliant blue eyes pierced the Trahearn to the very core. "You will become stronger because you can love. Accept this as my gift to you, no matter what happens in the future."

Hrothgar felt his breath catch, and let his heart touch the shining light and his mind expand into the meaning of the words. Strong arms tightened about the fair immortal as the elf rested his head on a heavy shoulder, and both bodies breathed gently.

They must have briefly dozed, as the next thing the two were aware of, there was a light knock on the chamber door and the steward's voice.

"My Lord, dinner is almost ready in the other room. Young Lord Hagan will be along in ten minutes."

Hrothgar sat up, supporting Legolas. "Thank you. We will join you presently." The ruler appreciated the discrete tact of the announcement and could only wonder how the servant knew they needed it.

Sharing a mutual chuckle, they both quickly entered the still warm tub and helped each other do a rapid scrub of well used skin and hair. As they dressed with efficient speed, Hrothgar could not resist one last embrace before Legolas put on his shirt. The lord clasped the yielding figure into his arms, caressing the smooth back and taking time to press hot kisses from the rosy mouth down the pearly throat, to equally rosy peaks that tightened under his tongue.

The prince inhaled, trying not to melt, and spoke in mock seriousness. "We can't start again, I'm hungry!"

The ruler's eyes glowed. "And I will always be hungry for you." But he did allow the elf to finish dressing.

In just over fifteen minutes the two damp adults appeared in the other room to join the polite, but hungry Hagan waiting at the long table set with many covered dishes. They sat next to him and the lad kept up an easy flow of chatter during the meal. Hrothgar kept a possessive eye on his royal guest, noting that he ate lightly and would blink occasionally as if trying to clear his vision. The prince was able to present a relaxed appearance with Hagan, but looking closely at the sculptured profile, Hrothgar could sense underlying weariness.

The more time he spent in the elf's presence, the more he seemed to be aware of what the other was feeling. This was a new experience for Hrothgar, and perhaps he was learning something else that the elf was not even aware he was teaching: empathy for other beings. Changes were happening whether the ruler willed them or not, and even Legolas was not sure where all this would all lead.

Overall, it was a pleasant meal with fascinating company as Legolas diplomatically tried to bring up the trade negotiations and just as diplomatically Hrothgar turned the discussion aside, again stating that no decisions were forthcoming until word came from King Thranduil. The prince was not one to sustain frustration and decided to shelve the subject for now since an immortal perspective did lend itself to patience.

As the last dishes were removed Hagan gave a huge yawn and looked at his father, hoping not to be noticed as the two adults talked quietly of tomorrow's activities. Hrothgar excused himself to give final orders to the steward and was gone for some ten minutes with more details than expected.

Hagan took advantage of having Legolas all to himself. They chatted amiably about archery subjects, and standing close, the young boy asked to see Legolas' bow string hand. With a low laugh, the elf lifted him into his lap and allowed him to inspect his long fingers and their serviceable calluses. Their talk grew quiet and soon Hagan's head rested sleepily on a fair haired shoulder. Legolas leaned back in the winged chair and relaxed for just a moment.

When Hrothgar returned he was greeted by a most interesting sight. In the large chair, Legolas was accompanied by Hagan's smaller form tucked into his lap and curled into the slim green torso. The elf had wrapped an arm around him, and the boy was blissfully asleep against a stream of golden hair. A pale cheek rested on the dark head, and both were breathing slowly and deeply. The leader could see the elf's partially open eyes were in a dream state, and was glad he had found relief from the drug related discomfort.

Hrothgar shrugged and gave in to the inevitable. He may as well keep watch over both. He would not ask further intimacy of the elf, and instead offer simple corporal comfort. Without too much strain he lifted the two young bodies and carried them to the master bed. He removed boots and a minimum amount of clothing from each and pulled covers up and over. He sighed. There was still room in the huge bed for a third, but he knew from past experience how much his son tended to toss and turn. However, at the moment Hagan had snuggled into the curve of Legolas' body and was quite still. The prince appeared free of pain, features smooth, one arm flung over Hagan.

Hrothgar reflected that perhaps his son was just as strongly attracted to contact with the elf as he had been. Well, this could possibly be arranged for the benefit of all. He quickly shed a few clothes, eased under the covers on the other side of the prince, and put a long arm over both the smaller sleepers. He molded himself along Legolas' back and felt the limber body trustfully relax into his warmth. In a moment of supreme contentment, Hrothgar could sense a soft, misty glow enveloping and protecting all three of them. He breathed deeply of elf essence and was taken into blissful, rapturous, green dreams.

*Chapter 5* "Attack and Sacrifice"

Dawn was just on the verge of breaking when Hrothgar felt his shoulder being shaken by his son's small, urgent hand.

"Father, why is he doing that?" Hrothgar rolled over, immediately alert. Legolas was gone. Pulse quickening, he grabbed a robe and suddenly realized what Hagan was talking about.

A low, melodious song drifted to them from the battlements nearby. It rose and fell with a liquid sound, mesmerizing and sweet. Hrothgar stood transfixed. Others hearing the voice heralding the light were similarly affected. Servants paused in early morning duties; guards stopped in their rounds, even horses in the far stables flicked their ears to catch the lovely sounds more clearly.

Legolas released his dulcet song into the dawn, pouring vital feelings and thoughts into pure sound. The resonant tenor voice at once uplifted and blessed the hearers with hope for the new day. He sang in his own language while the power of emotion and song reached into the minds of all. A last silvery note echoed toward the sky and sunlight broke through eastern clouds. A collective sigh rippled throughout the fortress and a whisper of leaves reached out from the forest to comfort the lone elf on the stone wall.

Hrothgar approached the lithe figure braced into the brightening sky.

"What magic is this? Do you call forth the sun, or is this how the light could sing if it had a voice?"

Legolas turned, revealing eyes and face almost frighteningly beautiful in the glowing rays of the sun. "I am simply joining in the great song of Iluvatar. Greeting the day and sharing the joy."

Hagan stood by his father, staring in wonder at the ethereal being haloed by golden light. He hesitantly reached to touch Legolas' hand. "It was wonderful. I feel like a bell is still ringing inside my head. Can you do it anytime?"

The elf stepped down out of direct light, becoming more comfortable to human eyes. He smiled and knelt in front of Hagan, taking both small hands in his warm clasp. "Your song is always there. Share it and you can feel the Greater Song all around you. Take time to listen, it has much to teach us." He rose and stared at Hrothgar with focused intensity. "Today is another chance to learn new things. Let us hope we can find better answers than before."

Legolas returned to the tower rooms, preparing to join the archery group below. Hagan hurried to get ready as well, gulping down a hasty breakfast brought by a servant who kept stealing wondering glances at the fair figure across the room, recognizing the source of the angelic morning song. Legolas ate lightly of bread and fruit, remaining quiet ant thoughtful, and offering no further conversation. Hrothgar also stared at the elf, deeply abstracted. He had been stirred by the song, and the words spoken by the prince since they had become lovers reverberated in his mind.

His thoughts revolved around the trade question, and for the first time, he considered that other options might have been more productive. He hoped word would come soon from the Mirkwood King and found himself wanting to test new concepts.

Hrothgar stepped forward as Legolas and Hagan opened the outer door. "Prince Legolas." Grasping a green clothed arm, he felt need to touch the elf and was gratified to have the royal archer draw close, calm sapphire eyes scant inches from his own. "Today we will talk further about our earlier negotiations. Perhaps we can ask different questions."

Legolas smiled, placing a hand over the one on his arm. "Very well. It will be a new beginning." He stepped back, breaking Hrothgar's lingering hold. "Until later then."

As the two descended to the courtyard Hrothgar repressed a surge of uneasiness, his instincts were on the alert. He argued with himself; it was a large, well-armed group leaving the gates on horseback and they should be perfectly safe. He watched with a frown as they rode into the distant green foliage.

As the archery group reached the shooting field just out of sight of the castle, Legolas reveled in the green smells and contact with earth and forest. He felt the trees connection intimately and mentally pulsed back a deeply appreciative warmth, greeting each one as a friend. The leaves whispered a message to the rest of the wood "One of the Firstborn is come.... " The soldiers seemed to sense something and looked up as a wave of rustling sound surged through the small glade and grass stirred around the elf's feet, almost caressing his boots. The prince laughed delightedly and caught a leaf that seemed to fly into his hand of its own accord.

He smiled at the bemused men while they tethered the horses. "You are lucky this is such a friendly forest.
I take it you do not cut trees without need, nor use the resources here wastefully."

Captain Ivarr looked at him in surprise. "Yes, we are careful, how did you know?"

The silvery eyes gleamed. "They tell me so." He gestured to the trees. The captain realized anew that here was no mere mortal; their guest seemed to glow with otherworldly energy and strength in this setting. Ivarr looked with admiration at the superb body and flawlessly beautiful face. He appreciated why their lord had taken this one for his own, and wondered fleetingly what the touch of that radiant flesh must feel like. He shook his head to break the spell, and the thought came to the captain that the prince could easily escape them anytime; he was truly a part of the forest and could vanish completely from their midst.

Sensing disquiet in the other, Legolas spoke slowly. "Do not fear either the forest or myself. I gave my word to you and your lord. I will return to the castle."

Ivarr nodded. "Thank you, as I know you could do otherwise." There was a pause and both turned as Hagan tugged impatiently at Legolas' sleeve.

"Please, can you show me the proper stance again?"

The elf laughed, a sound that brought pleasure to all. "Of course. Let us begin." The royal archer smiled and included the rest of the group in a general call.

The morning was well spent in shooting and instruction as Legolas both demonstrated and coached everyone in a wide range of drill techniques. The men enjoyed the easy camaraderie and improved already serviceable skills quickly under his guidance. Toward mid-day they were far away from the horses, retrieving arrows from the targets when Legolas suddenly stopped and cocked his head to one side as if listening. Underneath the men's voices, the forest was sending messages to the elf.

" Ivarr, are there any other Trahearn patrols in this area?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"I think we have visitors on the way, and they are not friendly." The prince looked for Hagan and spotted bright blue clothing on the far side of the glade where the lad was pulling some overshot arrows from the ground.

He grabbed Ivarr's arm and pushed. "Alert the men." The captain realized what the prince intended and made a futile grab at empty air, but the archer was already running toward Hrothgar's son.

Legolas sprinted for Hagan, moving faster than any human possibly could in the soft grass and knowing it was already too late. As he reached the boy, a large number of mounted northern raiders emerged scant yards from where the lad crouched. On the other side of the clearing Ivarr and the other soldiers watched in horror as the riders spotted the bright hair of the elf and turned to attack.

Ivarr yelled desperately. "Fire. Shoot as you have been taught!" Some of the men were already at the horses and several turned and tried to align bows, sighting on the moving enemy targets. Arrows were launched, some were successful. Other Trahearn kept moving, trying to remount and get on an equal level with the Northerners.

Legolas pulled Hagan against his body and tucked into a roll that took both of them away from the closest Northern rider and near a large tree. While the rest of the raiders took off toward the Trahearn patrol, several others wheeled about, and leveled spears at the figures on the ground.

Legolas felt Hagan trembling in his grip, and knew he couldn't get into the tree fast enough with the child in his arms. He rapidly made other plans.

Placing the boy behind him next to the trunk, he whispered urgently. "Get to the other side and climb. The tree has a low branch for you. Go!"

The boy moved one way and Legolas the other as both riders charged. In a blur of speed the elf dove toward the spear closest to Hagan, wrenching it from the raider's grip and allowing the child to escape. He was almost fast enough to avoid the second blade even as a tree branch mysteriously dropped on it's wielder. The blow was mostly deflected but sliced into his leg as he sprung to a kneeling position, facing the next armed rider.

He could feel liquid pumping down his thigh and calculated there was some time yet before blood loss would weaken strength and speed. He filed the pain away for future reference and concentrated. The momentum of the previous riders carried them onward, but they would return, and probably had other weapons. The third raider barreled forward, confident of defeating a wounded victim. He did not know whom he faced. He had a brief minute to wonder what happened when Legolas sprang from the tree roots using the spear as a pole vault and landed on the horse behind him. A moment later the raider was on the ground watching his mount carry a golden haired sylph around the huge trunk.

Standing on the horse's back, Legolas spoke a word of elven command and the animal slowed momentarily, allowing him to catch a branch and swing into the tree. He found Hagan on a broad limb, staring at him with wide eyes as the blond warrior arrived in a somewhat disheveled condition. Leaves and grass clung to clothing and hair, and blood streamed freely, but Legolas had an encouraging smile and a battle gleam in his eye.

Hagan looked at the leg in worry. "You're wounded!"

The prince loosened his soft shirt and with strong, white teeth quickly tore off a strip to bind the long gash. "Yes, that happens in battle. And if we keep moving, they won't have the opportunity to do so again. Come, we must get higher."

Before Hagan could protest, he was hoisted onto Legolas' back and instructed to hold tight as the elf climbed upward. The boy buried his face in flaxen hair and wrapped close to the sinewy body, feeling the muscles move under him with efficient strength.

As elven blood seeped into the wood and resonated into the forest's song, the prince could hear the sympathy of the trees echoing back. Knowing that he could not move well with an extra burden, he breathed a silent plea and received the assistance of creaking branches that helped push the two from one tree to the next. Pain and encroaching dizziness were mentally shoved aside as he worked to confuse the two riders still following them. Short black arrows began zinging through the leaves and Legolas realized they were fast running out of options as the trees grew sparse up ahead.

Below a different battle raged as the Trahearn engaged the enemy with blades and bows. The early morning training was put to good use and the soldiers held their own even while outnumbered. A single flaming arrow was shot into the air high above the trees as a signal to the fortress and a faint horn was heard in response, meaning that with luck, help was on the way.

A half mile away from the shooting field, trees and earth ended in a steep cliff overlooking the churning water of a deep river. Atop a swaying branch Legolas and Hagan stared at each other and at the long drop. The elf was fighting to stay alert, but still held Hagan in a circle of strength. The forest breathed an apology for having no further means of protection as the riders below aimed repeated shots at their partially seen prey.

Sky blue eyes looked searchingly into fearful brown reflections as Legolas gathered the boy into his chest, surrounding him with his own body. "Hagan, do you trust me?" There was a swift, affirmative nod. "We have to jump, there is no other choice. Can you swim?" Another trembling nod. "No matter what happens, keep moving with the current. Your father will be looking for you, it will be alright."

With a fatalistic sigh the elf looked into the empty sunlit space beyond the tree leaves. "May Ulmo protect us!"

Flexing the painfully bound leg, Legolas gave a tremendous surge and launched them both from the tree into a long arc over the cliff toward the water below. He curled over the shrinking child, trying to make as small a target as possible. A blur of green, gold and blue tumbled through the mercilessly clear afternoon air.

It was not small enough. Even though the trees dropped braches that spoiled many shots; there was time for the Northerners to shoot accurately at the falling figures. Legolas gasped as first one, then two arrows impacted into immortal flesh. He clutched the human tightly, determined to keep him safe even as consciousness fled. Hagan cried out for both of them as the archer made no sound when they hit the surface with a huge splash.
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In the fortress courtyard, Hrothgar suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, and inhaled as a wave of shock and pain washed through his mind and body. He had fleeting images of green trees, flashing weapons and a white hand pushing a small body out of harm's way. He turned toward the gate at a run, and in minutes arrived at almost the same moment a shout came from the watch that a distress signal had been sighted from the archery range.

Issuing orders in desperate haste, Hrothgar organized a well-armed mounted company and led the charge out of the fortress. His thoughts were focused on his son's danger and the stunning realization that he and Legolas shared a mental link of more than simple emotional sympathy. He was seeing a double layer of reality as they rode hard for the range; one was the road ahead, another was the sensation of moving through treetops toward the sound of rushing water. He knew that the elf had saved his son, but his early morning feeling of dread increased tenfold as they neared their goal. The thought that hurt might come to either one was intolerable.

The Trahearn reached the glade in time to engage the enemies before their own soldiers were overwhelmed. Ivarr had successfully formed the archery group into a defensive position but was hard pressed by the larger number of attackers. Fueled by anger and fear for the ones he loved, Hrothgar was a wave of mayhem as he crashed into the line of Northern riders; his huge arm and sword cutting a deadly path. The soldiers on the ground followed with a charge of their own and the raiders were completely routed, scattering back into the woods.

Ivarr called out as Hrothgar wheeled his horse toward the fleeing enemy. "My Lord, your son and the prince are gone the other way, pursued by horsemen!"

The ruler paused, allowing Ivarr to mount and join him along with several others. "They took to the trees, did they not?"

Ivarr stared in surprise. "They did indeed, how did you know?"

"It doesn't matter. They are headed for the river and will be trapped where the trees end."

Ivarr could only wonder and follow as Hrothgar seemed to know instinctually where to go. Passing near the large tree where the two were first cornered, both warriors noticed a smear of fresh blood on the bark.

The Trahearn leader glanced bleakly at the captain. "That is elven blood." Again, the younger soldier could only guess how his leader knew and shared the urgency to speed forward.

They spurred on through the thinning trees and noticed more blood spoor as they neared the cliff. Ivarr spotted some fallen black arrows and grimly pointed them out. At the edge of the cliff there was evidence of several horses trampling, but the enemy had long since gone and there was no sign of the two young ones.

Hrothgar dismounted, broad shoulders sagging in defeat as he looked at the dizzying drop to the water below. The contact images had suddenly stopped and the emptiness in his mind was numbingly fearful. The other men also dismounted and gathered near, hesitant to offer support to their usually stern leader, but sensing waves of despair welling out of the man.

Hrothgar turned, and for the first time allowed his feelings to show in eyes dark with pain. "Could they have survived?" .

Ivarr stepped close. "We have to assume there is a chance, and search." He put a hand to his lord's shoulder and the ruler did not shake it off; instead the captain was surprised to receive a strong clasp in return. Hrothgar thought about his son, and realized Legolas must have sacrificed much to protect him. There had to be hope, but the image of that beautiful body hurt or maimed was like a knife in his heart.

The other men stepped forward. "We are with you, Lord Hrothgar. We will keep looking until we find them."

The Trahearn ruler's head snapped up and he looked at each man in turn, realizing they were giving him support willingly, not out of intimidation, but out of loyalty and sympathy. This was a new chapter in leadership for the shadowed land, a revelation for Hrothgar that rule could be by positive means, even in a fearful world.

He nodded decisively. "I thank you. We will work together in this." He reached for his horse's reins. "There are some hours of daylight left, let us go."

As Legolas and Hagan sank deep into the river, blood of the wounded Firstborn called to the water, rocks, and earth, singing of distress and need. Currents responded by pushing the limp figures to the surface, buoying them up for swift eddies to take them downstream. Hagan reached for Legolas' unresponsive arm, dragging him close in the swirling turbulence. The boy was less afraid of the water than of the dreadful stillness of the archer's form. A black shaft was imbedded in the left shoulder and another arrow had passed along the previously wounded leg, leaving an additional deep scoring that bled dark clouds into the icy river.

Hagan was a strong swimmer and managed to keep the bright head above water as they were carried along. They were bumped and tossed by rocks and waves, but nothing served to hurt them further. For many minutes Hagan alternately gulped air and struggled to stay connected to Legolas' body. They were coming to a calmer curve of the river and the boy felt a gentle push from below as the water itself kept the elven prince and his companion from sinking. Hagan thought he heard a distant sound of shell-like horns as his head dipped below the surface one last time before a swelling wave deposited them on a stretch of empty shore.

Legolas lay utterly still, dark golden hair clinging to his cheek, and rivulets running from marble white features to pool with blood on the sandy soil. The arrow shaft had partially broken off and only an inch or so protruded from the shoulder wound. Hagan lay next to him in the warm sunlight, stunned and frightened, but basically unharmed.

The boy touched his face gently. "Please Legolas, don't die. Please don't leave me alone...." He pulled nearer to the archer's side and was incredibly relieved to feel slow breath and heartbeat beneath sodden clothing. He rested his head on the undamaged shoulder and was rewarded with a groan and an automatic tightening of the arm around him.

There was a low whisper. "No, not dead yet, young human." A slight turn of the shapely head and a partial opening of crystalline eyes found where Hagan leaned against him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, but you're not."

"That is so." The elf took a painful breath, fighting a surge of darkness. "We must hope your father's forces find us soon... if not, you must go."

"No, I'm staying with you!"

"Stubborn, like your father." Voice and consciousness fading, Legolas held Hagan close. "Be not afraid, the forest is with us." Heavy eyelids closed and the prince retreated into as much of a healing trance as his damaged body would allow. Hagan pressed nearer, silent tears blending over damp cheeks, and also allowed exhaustion to claim him. The two forms, small dark head bent over fair, remained wrapped together in the warm sand while the nearby woodland sent tendrils of concern throughout its borders.

*Chapter 6* "Search and Recovery"

The Trahearn patrol had just reorganized for the search when one of the men reported a group of riders approaching the archery glade from the west.

Ivarr drew a short sword. "Are those thieves back for more?!" The other men also readied weapons.

Hrothgar held up his hand, head to one side. "Hold. No, these are different. And I think some are not unknown to us."

Even as he spoke a mounted group entered the clearing and stopped to observe the scene.

A tall, noble elf rose in the saddle and addressed the Trahearn. "Hail Lord Hrothgar. We return with messages from King Thranduil." Ivarr lowered his sword in shock while Hrothgar sat straighter and smiled grimly.

It was indeed members of the Mirkwood diplomatic delegation including Thalanen and Adanion along with several other elves who were all well armed and alert. The elder took in signs of battle in the area and the weapons drawn by the human soldiers.

Thalanen voiced a calm understatement. "Do you require assistance?"

Hrothgar and the captain exchanged a stunned glance before the Trahearn leader answered the elve's offer.

"Yes, assistance would be welcome—and your courtesy is most generous after our previous encounter."

Thalanen raised an eyebrow, surprised at the admission and gestured for his group to ride forward. Besides Adanion there were four other Mirkwood warriors, as well as two pack horses heavily laden with bulky sacks. It was obvious that they had indeed arrived with a quantity of the negotiated metal ore.

Hrothgar cantered close to Thalanen's mount. "I think we have learned much since our last meeting. It appears you are ready to try a new diplomatic approach as am I. Prince Legolas truly brought grace to our land and taught us that sharing knowledge comes in many forms." He beckoned to Ivarr and the other soldiers. "For his sake and that of my son we need your help."

Adanion looked among the riders behind Hrothgar. "What do you mean? Where is the Prince?"

"That is exactly our concern."

The Mirkwood elder's voice and eyes sharpened. "What has happened? Did this battle involve him?"

"He and my son were with the archery group that was attacked here by mounted Northerners. Legolas protected Hagan and both escaped into the trees." As he spoke the elves merged with the human riders and headed across the clearing. Thalanen locked eyes with Hrothgar.

"The Prince would always protect a young one. What can we do?"

"We need to search for them. I believe they were driven into the river; the trail ends there. "

"What trail?" queried Adanion as they came to the tree where the attack first commenced. He had no need to say more as Thalanen supplied the answer, pointing to the red stain on the trunk.

"Immortal blood. Let us hope we can track them before nightfall!"

Sending the pack animals back to the fortress with the escort of elves and humans, Hrothgar led the rest of the search party down to the river. They continued down stream hoping to find any sign that Legolas and Hagan had survived arrows, blades and the steep drop into the water. The sun had dropped low in the sky when one of the other elves abruptly sprang from his horse and swiftly bent over something dark at the edge of white river sand. He held up a broken black arrow, definitely stained.

The Mirkwood warrior's eyes were bleak. "We know the blood of our own. They did come this far."

Hrothgar had somehow hoped the evidence would not be so ominous and his mind reached for any mental contact such as he had experienced before. Head low, he did not notice when Thalanen drew up beside him and laid a hand on his arm.

The elf had meant to offer reassurance, but started in surprise and gripped hard on the strong muscles. "You hear the song of the Firstborn; I can feel a connection in your mind! How did a human become open to this?"

Hrothgar stared back, realizing that a faint communication flowed from Thalanen's hand; not as strong as the bond he had evidently formed with Legolas, but it was still a connection to feelings emanating from the senior negotiator. "I do not know how it happened, but I have been able to sense what the Prince is experiencing, and at the moment, there is only darkness."

Near the lonely stretch of beach by the river, a section of the forest appeared to move. A huge tree graced with lush branches lurched from side to side, seemingly ready to topple but actually swaying forward in slow, stately surges.

The ground shook as the Ent approached the still figures on the shore and a huge, gnarled limb cautiously prodded the unresponsive shapes. A branch much like a knobby hand gently touched the elf's drained face and curved beneath damp golden hair. A second verdant appendage brushed slowly down to hover over the ugly broken arrow and found it an affront to the venerable woodland spirit. The bark covered fingers flexed and a misty green glow pierced the black shaft; calling wood to wood, causing it to release from torn flesh and leave the body of the Firstborn.

Legolas cried out, arching up and opening agonized eyes to stare into deep brown orbs regarding him with ancient kindness. He struggled to rise, but firm pressure on the shoulder and another restraining touch on forehead held him still. The elf surrendered, feeling a sustaining connection to the forest radiating coolness throughout his body, soothing and lessening the pain.

A deep voice boomed softly overhead. "Peace elfling. All will be well."

The prince weakly grasped one of the rough fingers and whispered. "Thank you Tree Shepherd. Please care for the human child as well."

The slender hand fell back, and as dark lashes fluttered closed, the archer's last conscious sensation was of being gathered into an enveloping green embrace. The Ent cupped the limp body in an immense mossy hand, forming a protective nest against the thick trunk as Legolas curled into himself. A still unconscious Hagan was also deposited within the cushioned space and rolled gently next to the sleeping elf. In two strides the powerful being moved away from the river while securely bearing the fragile bodies deeper into the forest.


The search party decided to make camp near the river and allow one more survey of the area before complete darkness. Thalanen and Hrothgar sat together in low conversation while waiting for the others to return. The Trahearn ruler remained outwardly calm by clinging to the thought that apparently no harm had come to Hagan in all the images he had received, but as memory came of Legolas' pain, he twisted inside with anguished worry. Nothing further could be done until daylight.

The councilor's silvery features reflected firelight. "When did you notice a resonance with our royal archer?"

Heavy fingers tangled in thick hair before Hrothgar replied. "I sensed which one of you he was from the beginning, even before the intelligence reports; he does stand out even when trying not to do so."

Thalanen's eyes gleamed and he almost smiled. "We were hoping you were not so observant, but apparently underestimated the situation in a number of ways."

"We both had assumptions that needed adjustment." The Trahearn felt only sincere interest from the elf and continued the conversation in a way he might not have done with any of his men.

"Time spent in the prince's company led to both a mental and a physical well being I have never experienced before. Dreams, images and conversations opened up a part of my mind that was new to me. I am not used to feeling sympathy for someone else's point of view. I have learned differently."

"You must have been in direct physical contact?"

Hrothgar glanced sideways. "Yes, he needed some assistance after -- well -- he was overdosed on a drug and required some care. We were close that first night and the second. He and I ...." He paused, not sure how to proceed with those cool gray eyes never leaving his face.

Thalanen continued for him. "You made love then? Warrior's comfort is known to us, and Prince Legolas is accounted fair even among elven kind. Your attraction is understandable. I had hoped that he would remain safe in your hands, as it were."

Hrothgar smiled thinly, reassured but still worried. "That's when the resonance truly started. What can I say? He shared without reservation and is an amazing combination of beauty, strength, and nobility. I regretted the uncivilized drug treatment and apologized. Your people are incredibly resilient. He never held a grudge and later even shared archery knowledge with us."

Thalanen frowned. "Legolas is known for generous behavior. However, I am relieved to that hear that he recovered, since reprisals would have been severe should he have suffered any harm."

"Understood. The present situation is my responsibility and I can only hope that neither he nor my son will suffer for my mistakes."

"You could not have anticipated the results of the attack, and if our group had returned sooner, perhaps everything would have been entirely different. I, too, bear responsibility for some of today's events. Let us not assign blame, but rather try to resolve the situation for the greater good. There is still hope."

Hrothgar held out his hand and Thalanen understood the gesture and returned a strong clasp. There was a long moment of mutual respect shared in the contact of flesh to flesh as both leaders recognized their essential similarity of attitude and character. The moment ended when rustling underbrush announced the return of Ivarr and Adanion, and the captain held up a torn strip of stained cloth.

"We may have found where they came to rest. Of them there is no sign except for this bandage, and some rather large tracks in the sand."

Thalanen immediately took the cloth, recognizing elven fabric. "What kind of tracks, was it a predator?"

Adanion answered. "I don't think so or there would have been more blood. It was hard to tell in the dark and there were many leaves obscuring the prints. Since I am not an experienced tracker I could only tell that it was something with a huge stride."

The senior diplomat's eyes widened. "Could it be? So far from Fanghorn forest?" His words trailed off and were a puzzle to the men present, but caused a start of recognition in the three elves.

One of the Mirkwood warriors spoke slowly. "Sometimes they do range far, and if one were nearby, the dire need of the prince would have called through the forest."

Hrothgar leaned forward, looking to Thalanen. "What are you talking about? Who and what are 'they' ?"

"You have not heard of the ancient forest beings known as Tree Shepherds, or the Ents?"

"No."

"Perhaps that is not surprising since they are fewer in number and usually seen only further south. They are friends to the elves and to those who are kind to the woodlands."

Ivarr nodded. "We could be considered woodland friends. Legolas spoke of our fair use of the forest and even at that moment the leaves and grass around him moved as if bewitched."

Adanion smiled. "Yes, our prince is known for having that effect on living things. Perhaps in this case it has served to help both himself and Lord Hrothgar's son." He paused and lifted his head alertly, and the others also noticed a sudden quiet in the soft sounds of the night. "It seems our answer may arrive sooner than expected."

A Trahearn soldier stood and pointed fearfully into the darkness. "Something comes this way!"

Indeed they could all hear thrashing and feel the ground vibrate as something large approached. Thalanen and the elves remained calm while the humans stood together drawing weapons.

The negotiator stood and spoke commandingly. "Put down your arms. This is not a threat!"

At the other side of the campground the foliage parted and a huge arboreal form stopped at the edge of firelight. Some eighteen feet tall, the Ent stood in majestic stillness; his rough bark edged in shadows and ancient deep brown eyes reflecting golden sparks. A bass voice rumbled ponderously into the clearing.

"Firstborn, one of your own is in my care."

Thalanen placed a hand over his heart and bowed. "So we understand, Woodland Lord. We are grateful for your aid. How can we thank you?"

" Hoom. Not necessary." The crown of leaves nodded. Words were slow and considered for this race. "Merely grow this one carefully, for he will be useful."

Hrothgar swallowed and stepped forward. "I thank you as well. Please, where is my son?"

"The small human? He has courage and is with the elf." A thick branched arm gestured to the side. "Firstborn and Secondborn, guard your young ones and your borders." The humans and elves shared serious looks at the portent of these words. The mesmerizing brown eyes held them all. "May Elbereth protect us. Farewell."

All the company bowed in respect as the impressive being swayed slowly away into the night. The wildlife sounds resumed; the spell was broken and Hrothgar and Thalanen moved with one purpose in the direction the Ent had pointed. Adanion, Ivarr and the others followed close behind, as concerned as their leaders for the fate of their missing kindred.

Anxious minutes passed as Hrothgar followed Thalanen's lead in the search and as they neared a circle of elms, even the humans could detect a faint glimmer in the center. Reaching that area the group beheld a sight both touching and encouraging to all.

A large nest of moss rested on the forest floor and contained a softly glowing elf and a small human child. Legolas was curled on his side, golden hair and one luminous arm draped over Hagan's sleeping form and both appeared to be in relaxed slumber while their clothing and skin showed the turmoil they had experienced. Legolas' shirt was in shreds, and the shoulder wound was covered by smooth green leaves, banded over the exposed chest area next to Hagan. The damaged leg was also almost bare and showed additional tree ministrations with dark layers of moss against the pearlescent flesh. Hagan had some shadowed bruises on arm and forehead, but no apparent deep lacerations. In two strides the search party was by their side.

Hagan was gathered into his father's arms and Hrothgar hid his face in the boy's silky hair, whispering his name over and over. Ivarr and his men knelt nearby, offering silent support and watching the elves minister to their own. Legolas was carefully rolled onto his back and while the elegant head rested in Adanion's lap; Thalanen ran skillful hands over the fair body, assessing the damage and woodland treatment. Adanion held alabaster temples and breathed gently over the closed eyes, radiating an additional glow and streaming energy into the languid form. The gentle diplomat was not a tracker, but had some healing skill and applied that full ability to his injured prince.

Hagan murmured and stirred in his father's embrace and the ruler held him even closer. "Father, you're here... I knew you'd find us." The boy lifted his head restlessly, looking into Hrothgar's eyes. "Legolas saved me, then I saved him.... Where is he? He's hurt."

"Nearby. His people are helping him. We will go home soon Hagan, rest now." The youngster sank down again, grasping his father's hand tightly and felt the grip returned as if the larger hand would never let go. The Trahearn longed to be near Legolas as well, but knew that the prince needed to be among his own people. In a new surge of understanding, Hrothgar wanted what was best for the royal archer, even if it meant separation.

Hrothgar looked over at the circle surrounding Legolas. "How fares the prince?"

Thalanen answered without looking up. "Better than could be expected. There is significant blood loss and trauma, but thanks to the Tree Shepherd the healing trance is working. He will recover. As you said, our race is resilient." A great weight lifted from Hrothgar and he could breathe freely again.

The elf leader moved with easy strength and scooped Legolas into his arms, making sure the shining head rested on his shoulder and the wounds bore no additional weight. The prince murmured and Adanion applied a hand once again to a blue veined temple, soothing and sending further healing energy. Hrothgar lifted Hagan, who wrapped small arms tightly around his neck and sighed contentedly. The two responsible leaders shared a glance of complete comprehension over the heads of their respective charges; a deep connection of sympathy and compassion flowed between them.

Traveling carefully with their two precious burdens, the much relieved group headed back to the campground and settled in for the night. The caregivers made sure the two young ones received sustaining liquids and were warmly clothed before bedding down. Held against Thalanen's shoulder, Legolas remained in an unconscious state even while accepting the medicinal draught prepared by Adanion. The sculptured features were relaxed but still almost ashen in hue.

A sleepy Hagan sat nearby and looked on in concern while Hrothgar held his son in one arm, and they both shared the clasp of one pale, limp hand. The ruler felt the comforting weight of the boy against his side, but could not take his eyes off the motionless beauty of the prince's still face.

Hagan spoke for both of them. "Will he be alright?"

Thalanen gently transferred Legolas to a reclining position and briefly rested a hand atop where Hagan still held on. "Do not worry, young human. This sleep is our way to heal the flesh. He will be able to talk to you in the morning. You should be resting too."

The elder reached to move Hagan onto his own sleeping pad, but the boy shook his head, and moved quickly to extend himself against the unhurt length of the prince and possessively flung one arm over the slender body. Hrothgar envied him that position and smiled indulgently. The negotiator was about to force the issue when Legolas shifted and still without awakening, slightly turned toward the child and rested a wan cheek on the dark head. Hrothgar watched the exchange and raised a sardonic eyebrow, and both adults shrugged expressively. The young ones stayed where they were.

While Adanion and Ivarr kept watch, Thalanen and Hrothgar sat near the fire, within a comforting view of Legolas and Hagan, and talked quietly far past when all the others had gone to sleep. By the time the sky began to lighten a new understanding regarding trade agreements and territorial support flourished between Mirkwood and Trahearn. They had made real the earlier statement voiced by the elven negotiator that they could indeed resolve the situation for the greater good.

The sound of birds penetrated the lifting slumber of Prince Legolas and as he slowly sat up, Adanion was immediately by his side, offering a supporting arm and a mug of hot tea. Legolas smiled his thanks, sipped and began a low melodious hum that was taken up by the other elves. Hagan also received tea and sat contentedly beside his friend.

As the dawn unfolded in the green setting of Hrothgar's dreams, the unearthly beauty of elven voices filled the area and woke the humans to an incredible vision of hope and possibilities for a new future. Not an easy future by any means, but one in which cooperation and trust might share a greater part. A light breeze and rays of sunlight searched out the campground and caressed one and all with the blessing of the forest. Humans and elves shared a long moment of silent communion as the last chord of the morning song died out.

Hrothgar rose and addressed the company. "We are successful today in many ways because we worked together. The word 'together' now includes the forest, elves, and other beings we previously did not know or understand. Agreements concluded here will create more strength for all." There was a general murmur of approval from the entire camp.

He turned toward the elves. "Please accept my hospitality before your return trip. This time the discussions will not be fruitless!" Thalanen and Adanion exchanged bright glances and nodded affirmation.

All the other elves stood, including a rather shaky Legolas, with Hagan still holding one hand. Hrothgar went to the prince's other side and put a warm arm around lithe shoulders. His lips brushed a refined cheek and spoke for his ears alone. "You taught more than you will ever know. Thank you."

Legolas smiled, and it was as if the sun burst anew into the clearing. "You are more than welcome."

The royal prince raised Hagan's hand and looked at the rest of the group. "Are you all ready for new beginnings? Be warned, you will be taught by the youngest!" In shared laughter the meaning could not be clearer, the young ones had brought together two different races and the future held promise because of them.

Thalanen led one of the horses toward Legolas and Hagan. "We will return to the fortress in time for a hot morning meal." He smiled in good humor. "Seeing as you are both fit to ride, you shall lead us back to generous food and successful diplomatic negotiations."

Legolas exchanged a sparkling look with Hagan. "Agreed. And you shall keep me from falling off?"

Much like his father, Hagan nodded decisively. "Done."

And that is exactly how it happened.

*****

THE END


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