The Seduction Of The Sea

The Seduction Of The Sea

Posted: March 24, 2006
Title: The Seduction of the Sea
Author: Ennorwen
Type: FCS
Characters: Legolas/Ulmo, Elladan, Elrohir
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to Tolkien and alas to his heirs who do not like to share. I am borrowing them anyway and unlike them do not make a cent off of it.
Timeline: TA 3019
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Beta: Rozzan
Author's Notes: Written for Livejournal's 50 passages challenge: Quote #008, "Do not touch the water."

Summary: Legolas learns the true meaning of the sea longing.

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It was early yet, too early to see their grand-sire's nightly trek through the sky and so shrouded were the stars by a cloudy veil of foul mist that the twin sons of Elrond wondered whether they would see him at all. They stood on the foredeck of a recently commandeered Corsair vessel taking their turn at watch and quietly talking in the dark night.

Aragorn had found refuge in a small cabin below and fell into a shallow but desperately needed sleep and Gimli's snores resonated through the wood as he slept on a hammock in an alcove nearby.

Legolas paced the deck quietly, as ever on cat's feet, trying hard not to give in to his own desperate need for rest. Even he was weary after so many days, from the tents of Dunharrow through the Paths of the Dead to the stone of Erech and through the battle at Pelargir. The ships were now ordered and it was quiet on the Anduin, but the elf was uneasy.

The Lady had warned him, but he had not grasped the meaning of her words until the cry of the seabirds pierced his fëa. Even now he was unsure of its larger meaning. The tang of heartbreak had come upon him but had flown away only to return at odd moments. Though he heard its call, he had yet to behold Belegaer and so it had manifested as an acute tug and pull, coming and going at its own will.

He heard the gulls cry even now and turned his head to follow the flock's progress through the night sky. His elven eyes picked out their shapes and he drew a breath as they winged their way south toward the great sea.

He stared at them in wonder, cocking his head, pondering their meaning. It touched him, but he could not make out the how of it.

Elladan called gently breaking the wood-elf's reverie,

"Are you well, Las?"

"I do not know," came Legolas' answer. "I hear them and it...I do not know."

Elrohir came close, and rested his arm on Legolas' shoulder.

"We are here gwador-nin, if you have need to speak of it."

"I just... do not know," repeated the wood-elf.

"I deem you should rest, Legolas," answered Elrohir. "How many days has it been? Even an elf cannot stay awake forever."

"Aye," answered Legolas, wearily dropping his head onto the hand that graced his shoulder.

"Come, I will help you," said the elf-Knight, helping Legolas to his feet.

They made their way below and Elrohir opened the door to the small cabin they all had shared since taking the ship. It had been a long three days and all of them, even the elves were aware of the slow passage of time. The need to get to Minas Tirith was great, but no wind had come to push the boats upriver. They felt Aragorn's anxiety and all were uneasy.

Then had come this unanticipated disquiet to the sole wood-elf among them. The pull of the sea was ever-present in the Noldor, but even with the blood of the Great Mariner running in their veins the brothers Elrondion little noticed the small but consistent pull of the tide. But with a Sindar or Silvan elf it was different. It was said that once one of their kind felt the call of sea it never abated and the melancholy of the yearning for Elvenhome became more acute day by day.

Below decks, Elrohir settled Legolas in the bunk and cupped his head between his fingers. Smiling sweetly, the twin kissed the wood-elf's forehead. Pressing a little harder on the sides of his head and circling the temples with his fingers, Elrohir whispered,

"Shall I help you to sleep, Las? Just a little?"

"Nay Elrohir, but thank you. I am tired and will probably find rest soon enough. Lle Hannon, gwador-nin."

His eyes closed and before Elrohir left him he placed a comforting hand over Legolas' beating heart.

"Rest well, gwador-nin, we will wake you at need."

Once alone, Legolas let his eyes flutter open and scan the small cabin. They settled briefly on the twins' bunk and his lips turned upward in a slight smile. Despite all that had occurred he was cheered by the beauty and love of the brothers of his heart.

In the corner of his vision he caught sight of a slow seepage of water between the planks of wood that joined in the room's far corner. He turned his head to watch the slow drip as it formed a small pool at the top of the low cabinet. He followed first one drop, then another as they made the serpentine trek from the parted wood to the puddle below.

His mind flew from single drop to small puddle, from puddle to stream, from stream to river and then to the great sea beyond. He reached out a hand to draw his fingers through the small pool when his own voice caught the edge of his consciousness, saying, "Do not touch the water. Do not touch the water."

But against his better judgement his hand moved of its own accord and reluctantly he reached out a long forefinger and parted the water before it covered his finger completely.

Legolas closed his eyes again as the liquid surrounded his finger and opened them slowly. As his lids rose he beheld a vision more beautiful than he had ever seen.

Long strands of chestnut hair fell in undulating waves on either side of a face so fair Legolas could barely look at it. Watery eyes of aquamarine held fast to his and the wood-elf was riveted by their changing color and depth. By turns the eyes before him flashed icy blue and then sea green. A moment later a murky grey faded into a muddy deep brown. The body before him was beautiful also, long and lean and sinuously swaying as if moving with the tide of the ocean itself

Quickly he snatched his hand back from the small pool and without forethought brought it to his mouth. His eyes had never left the being in front of him and he saw the moist lips begin to move.

In a voice both soothing and startling he heard the being's song woven deep into his mind.

"Do not be afraid," said the voice, ebbing and flowing and waving itself around him and through him.

As he began to understand, tears came unbidden to the wood-elf's eyes and the salty droplets fell to the sides of his face leaving a trail of both want and denial.

"No," he said with a shudder, the tears falling faster.

"No. No. No. Saes," but even as he uttered the words he reached out for the sea Vala, who leaned down to lick at the now dampened cheeks. Legolas felt the moist tongue as it took up the droplets and moaned at the soft touch of the tongue on his face.

"No," he said once more, turning on his side and circling his body so closely he could grip his own knees.

"I have come to claim you for myself, Leg - o - las," drawing out he wood-elf's name as far as sand stretched out by the seaside.

"I have come to lead you home."

"No," moaned the elf-Prince. "Saes," but even as he spoke he felt the liquid warmth engulf him and nestled into the sinuous arms that enfolded him from the back.

He let the Vala envelop him and floated in the silky wetness, closing his eyes and losing that sense and then his hearing until all he felt was the soft ebb and flow of the waves upon the sand.

He floated for a long while until all his senses seemed centered within and then felt moist lips gently caressing his neck. He tilted his head slightly, baring more of his flesh to the touch and though no sound emerged he parted his lips in a breathless moan.

At once, he felt his hair fan out behind him and the legs he grasped so tightly were now naked under his fingers. He slowly moved his hands up his thighs and found he was totally nude, but did not know how he had come to be so. He uncurled his body slightly and let himself float in the cocoon of warm water in which he now found himself.

He felt the thin rivulets of the smooth current move over his arms and encircle his belly. Now he was calm and he let the water take him, the undulating stream moving father down to surround his floating sex. He moaned deeply at the touch and let his head drop to his chest in meek surrender.

One last feeble, "No," escaped his lips before he felt the gentle push at his secret passage. As he spoke he sunk back into the presence that held him and a deep sigh came up through his belly and out of his mouth.

This was unlike any penetration he had ever experienced, so smooth, so unhurried and so painless. It was as if the Vala's member was made of moldable clay so easy was the entrance at it slipped into his body.

It was not hard, but it entered him fully, filling every crevice and crease within the tight channel and Legolas felt it continue to inch forward until it seemed to fill his whole body.

The Vala was not withdrawing and entering again as with any other lover, but just continuing to fill him until he felt his own blood turn into the water of the ocean. It pulsed through his body, through his limbs and to the very ends of his fingertips. And rather than heated thrust and counterthrust, the pair gently rocked together molding each into the other as timeless and continuous as the undulating waves upon the shore.

He felt the Vala's lips move over his pointed ear and despite the warmth, shivered under the Vala's breath as he spoke to his mind.

"That's right, Legolas. Come for Me. Come to Me."

With nary a touch to his swollen member, Legolas uttered a guttural moan, rife with longing and fulfillment.

He came in long spooling spurts, his essence mingling with the saltwater surrounding him, until he melded in with the Vala and did not know where he left off and the Vala began. The sea's possession was now complete.

Legolas wept then, crying for the loss of a love and the unrequited nature of the new one. The Vala embraced him and whispered words of comfort into his ears,

"All is well, pen-neth. I will be there when you need me. Come to the shores of Dol Amroth and commune with me there, but I warn you, that as long as you heed not my final call you will long for it. Come to me, Legolas, when it is your time. There is much waiting for you on the distant shore, but I will abide ever, here."

With a final touch to the wood-elf's heart, the Vala receded, back into the air from which he came leaving Legolas to feel naked and cold and bereft. He shivered under the cover on the bunk and moaned into the dampened pillow, knowing that nothing would ever be as it was.

As he readied himself to drift into reverie, a cry from above reached his ears and he sat up, wiping his face and swinging his knees over the edge of the bed.

"There is wind! The wind has come! Thank Manwe, thank the Valar!"

Ah yes, thought Legolas, the Valar give and the Valar take. But as ever, the stoic elf took up his duty and headed out of the cabin, a different elf then he was before and with a longing unquenchable until at last he could heed the siren call of the sea.

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All elvish words are Sindarin and taken either from David Salo's A Gateway to Sindarin (The University of Utah Press, 2004) or from Tolkien's works themselves.

Fëa - soul
Gwador-nin - (my) brother (sworn)
Lle Hannon - thank you
Saes - please
Pen-neth - young one

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THE END

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