Posted: October 2003
Title: In Silence
Author: Khylaren
Type: FCS
Characters: Galen/Melaphríl
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimers: The world of Tolkien belongs solely to him, his heirs, and his estate. No profit is being made from this story, and no infringement is intended by it. Melaphríl and Galen are original characters dreamed up in my mind, so I guess, in that sense, they belong to me.
Warnings: graphic homoerotic (slash) content
Spoilers: None
Beta: Larien Elengasse
Note: This was written for several reasons: one, as a companion piece to a story that Larien and I are working on currently called Peace Offerings, which is the sequel to Sweet Revenge. Melaphríl and Galen make their appearance in that story. After writing a few scenes with them in it, my muses tapped me politely on the shoulder and told me that I needed to let these two elves out to play a bit more, in hopes of developing their characters a little. I was also informed by my muses that I needed to encourage my slightly more wicked side, since I seemed to be so fascinated with naughty Erestor stories. This was the end result. Pretty much plot what plot, so don't be expecting any.

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A light tap on his shoulder woke him instantly from his reverie, and Melaphríl rolled gracefully to his feet, pulling his cloak around his shoulders. He glanced up as he fastened the leaf-shaped pin, and saw the flash of Galen's teeth as his lover smiled at him in the semi-darkness.

"Come, we have second watch together," Galen's voice was low, as familiar as the light brush of fingers against his cheek. His partner turned on his heel and headed for the hithlain ladder that swung gently against the silver bark of the tree, and Melaphríl followed, his steps light and easy as he climbed upward. A strong hand met his at the top, pulling him through the circular opening of the flet.

A cool and playful breeze made the leaves of the tree shake and tremble as it passed, offering brief glimpses of the star-filled sky above them. The moon hung ripe and full, casting a pale glow through the trees, and by its fair light he could see his partner greet their fellow watchers, his handsome face serious as he questioned them about their watch. He saw them smile in response, a brief shake of their silver heads as they assured Galen that all was well, as was to be expected.

They passed him on their way to the ladder, bidding him goodnight as they made their descent, leaving him and his partner alone on the flet. For three weeks it had been this way; three long weeks without his lover's caress, save for the occasional and all too brief touches before they took their watch. Melaphríl's head turned to watch Galen as he took his place at the edge of the flet, taking in his lover's form with silent appreciation.

Waist length flaxen hair rippled and lifted in the breeze, braids turning and twisting lightly with the movement as Galen leaned forward, his face lifted to the night, searching and watchful. Lean yet powerful legs braced themselves firmly against the wooden floor, his back straight as an arrow, his movements quick and graceful as he removed his quiver and set it beside him at his feet. Wrapping long fingers around the curve of his bow, the object of his regard turned his head, glancing over his shoulder, his blue eyes meeting the green gaze of his partner.

"Come here," Galen said, his low voice carrying over the short distance between them. Melaphríl moved soundlessly across the flet, his own bow held firmly in his grasp as he took his place beside the other. He tilted his head slightly as he looked up at the older elf, watching the slow and wicked smile curl his lover's full lips.

"How quiet can you be, Melaphríl?" Galen's voice was a soft whisper as he stepped closer, his long and slender fingers trailing lightly over the younger elf's shoulders.

Melaphríl blinked, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "What do you mean?"

Galen leaned closer, his long hair brushing softly against Melaphríl's cheek as he pressed his lips to the curve of his ear. "Can you take your pleasure without uttering a sound?"

Melaphríl's breath caught and he swallowed, feeling the slow fire begin to build in his stomach, curling there like an indolent cat. "I…" He felt the wetness of Galen's tongue lightly flick against the tip of his ear, and a quick shiver coursed through him. He swallowed again, his throat suddenly dry. "I have never tried," he finally whispered.

"Hmmm," Galen's voice caressed his ear as his lover leisurely explored the delicate edge with his tongue. "I think you can, for me." His lips moved lower, pressing against the soft curve of Melaphríl's neck.

He gasped quietly. "We should not," Melaphríl began, only to be silenced by his lover's lips against his. The kiss was brief, bruising, his mouth opened by the insistent press of Galen's lips against his own. A low moan escaped him, and his lover released him abruptly.

"You are right, melethron, we should not," Galen agreed, his lips curving slightly as he regarded his partner.

Melaphríl's lips still burned from his lover's kiss, and his body ached for his touch. They had only the one night together before reporting for duty; one glorious night of tangled sheets and sweating, sticky limbs trembling with desire and the aftershocks of spent passion. Three weeks of nothing more than brief, casual caresses had left him tense and yearning. Galen had deliberately awakened the burning need within him with his touch and his kiss; Melaphríl thought it unfair that he would even consider leaving him in such a state.

Galen regarded his partner, his lover, with a knowing smile. "When our watch ends, melethron." He lifted his head slightly, fingers trailing over Melaphríl's braid, letting the silken length slip though his hand. With a soft sigh, he turned away, facing the border once more, feeling the heat of his partner's body next to his. "I will see how quiet you can be." His voice was a low murmur.

"Aye, Galen," came the equally soft, eager reply.

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The watch ended uneventfully, and Melaphríl followed his partner down the ladder to the forest floor, passing silently among the giant trunks of the Mellyrn and the resting forms of some of their fellow guardians. A few were eating, he noticed. Others were tending to their weapons and gear, glancing up curiously as the two elves passed by them, possibly wondering where they were headed.

Melaphríl wondered himself as he walked silently behind Galen, his eyes following the smooth and graceful strides, watching the firm muscles beneath the leggings flex with each long and even step. They passed the last of their fellows, and still they walked, making no sound that would betray their passage through the wood.

When Galen had determined that they had gone far enough, he turned and reached for his partner, quickly divesting him of his quiver and bow, letting the weapons slide to the ground at their feet. Without speaking, he reached up and pressed Melaphríl against the smooth silver bark of a tree, holding him place with the strength in his hands, his eyes startlingly blue in the clear light of dawn. He placed a finger against his lover's mouth, warning him to silence.

Melaphríl bit back a gasp as Galen dropped to his knees and quickly undid the ties to his leggings, sliding them down over his narrow hips in a quick movement. The morning air caressed his bared skin, its coolness in sharp contrast to the warmth that enveloped his length He threw his head back, biting the back of his knuckles to keep from moaning at the first drawing stroke of lips and tongue on his arousal, his breath catching quickly when Galen took him deeper into his mouth. His lover established a swift rhythm, sliding his length between his lips and drawing it deep, his mouth working him expertly until he felt his thighs begin to shake with the sensation of it. His breathing quickened until he was panting desperately, and he bit harder on his knuckle, his eyes tightly shut as he felt his release finally take him. He shuddered silently, spilling his seed into his lover's throat, trembling against the smooth bark of the tree.

Galen swallowed, and let his lover's length slide slowly from his lips, smiling up at him. "Very good, melethron," he said quietly, rising gracefully to his feet once more. "Very good."

Melaphríl opened his mouth to reply and was silenced once more by the firm press of Galen's fingers against his lips. Blue eyes held his as his lover slowly shook his head.

"This is an exercise in control, melethron nín. Be silent, until I tell you otherwise," the elf said softly, firmly, drawing his fingertips away from the fullness of Melaphríl's lips. Galen gave him a gentle smile when he saw his lover nod. With nimble fingers he undid the cloak at the younger elf's shoulders and let it fall to the forest floor, before leaning forward and pressing a slow and teasing kiss against his lips. "Good, melethron," he murmured softly, drawing away. His long fingers worked the ties that held Melaphríl's tunic, and he slipped it from his lover's shoulders, dropping it beside the cloak, his hands returning to caress the skin he had bared.

Melaphríl shivered in the cool morning air, his lover's hands warm as he touched him, sliding fingers across the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulders, before moving lower. He arched into the caress when Galen's calloused fingertips lightly brushed his already hardened nipples, his gasp silent as he struggled not to voice his pleasure at his lover's touch. Blue eyes studied him for a moment, and a smile quirked the corner of Galen's mouth as he bent his head, his tongue flicking out to tease one pebbled nipple, before taking it gently between his lips.

Galen felt the quiver that went through his lover's body and smiled against the warmth of his flesh, nipping the tender skin lightly, before licking a wet path across the smooth muscles of Melaphríl's chest. He could hear his lover's heart beating quickly, his breath catching when he captured the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently. His head rose slowly as he continued to kiss and suckle the warm skin beneath his lips, tasting Melaphríl's flesh, savoring each quiver and gasp of breath his caress elicited. Galen's lips hovered below the curve of his lover's ear and he pressed himself against the nearly naked elf, his teeth biting gently. Slowly his hands slid downward to cup his lover's length, and he was pleased to feel that it was beginning to harden once more under his ministrations. He gripped it gently, his hand stroking the length of silky flesh as he bit harder on the skin below Melaphríl's ear.

A whimper escaped him before he could prevent it, and Melaphríl closed his eyes, his breath hissing through his teeth sharply when Galen's mouth and hands left him abruptly.

"Look at me, melethron," Galen demanded softly.

Melaphríl opened his eyes and swallowed, his body aching already with reawakened need.

Galen shook his head with a small frown. "If you cannot be silent, then I will not finish this, and you will have to wait until we return to the city." He leaned forward, his hands on either side of Melaphríl's head as he softly teased his lover's lower lip with the tip of his tongue. "Do you want that?" he asked, his eyes rolling up to meet Melaphríl's.

He shook his head, and his lover smiled with approval.

"Very well," Galen teased softly. "I will give you another chance." His smile broadened as his fingers trailed slowly down Melaphríl's chest, lightly brushing the soft hair at the base of his lover's arousal. "Turn around, melethron."

Swallowing with nervous excitement, Melaphríl did as he was told, turning so that he was pressed against the smooth bark of the tree, his arousal throbbing almost painfully as it brushed against the hardness of the trunk. He felt his hair being lifted and pushed forward over his shoulder, baring his neck and his shoulders, and he shivered. Warmth and wetness caressed the newly bared skin at the nape of his neck, trailing slowly downward between his shoulder blades as Galen licked a slow and teasing path down his spine. He brought his hand to his mouth once more, pressing the back of it against his lips to stifle any inadvertent sound he might make. He did not want this torment to stop. He most definitely did not want to wait another week before his lover touched him again.

Strong calloused hands slid down his sides to grip his hips, thumbs digging in slightly as Galen spread the smooth rounded curves of his bottom, opening his lover to his gaze and touch. Melaphríl bit his knuckles once more when he felt the warm wet touch of his lover's tongue against his opening, circling the sensitive flesh with the tip, before prodding it gently, pressing inside. He squirmed, biting harder, when his lover penetrated him with his tongue, pressing his aching arousal against the unyielding hardness of the tree. The hands left his hips for a moment to press on the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs as wide as his fallen leggings would permit, before resuming their position at his hips, thumbs holding him open as his lover continued his exploration. He felt a whimper rise in the back of his throat and stifled it, closing his eyes tightly as the tongue delved as deeply as it could, burrowing into him with its wet heat, making him ache to be filled. He laid his face against the coolness of the tree, his eyes squeezed shut, gasping soundlessly around the press of his knuckles when the tongue ceased its torment. Galen touched his face and he opened his eyes, before taking the three fingers his lover offered him into his mouth and sucking them greedily, wetting them thoroughly with his saliva.

Galen groaned softly as his lover took his fingers and sucked them, his tongue twirling around them as he took them into his mouth deeply. Melaphríl's eyes had closed once more as he performed his task with obvious relish, wetting the fingers and preparing them for his own penetration. Reluctantly he pulled his fingers away, placing a soft kiss against Melaphríl's open mouth, before returning to his place behind his lover, his wet fingers sliding between the curve of his buttocks, seeking the heat of his opening.

Melaphríl's back arched when his lover's fingers penetrated him, and he pressed his hand against his mouth once more, silently keening in pain and pleasure as the long fingers worked their way into his tightness. He leaned his head against the tree once more, panting breathlessly as those fingers filled him, stretching his opening, sliding deeper to find his mark. He quivered, his back arced almost painfully when he felt Galen's long fingers strike the hidden bundle of nerves deep within him. He felt a sharp pain in his hand and realized he had bitten himself almost hard enough to draw blood in an effort to be silent in his pleasure, but he found he did not care when those questing fingers found his mark again.

"Very good, meleth nín," Galen's voice was breathless with his own need as he pressed his lips against his lover's ear, his fingers sliding in and out of Melaphríl's heat, feeling his lover quiver beneath him. He pressed a kiss against the delicate curve of his ear. "You are doing quite well, but the test has only begun."

Melaphríl's body sagged slightly when he felt his lover's fingers withdraw, and he heard Galen undoing the lacings of his leggings. Rigid heat slid teasingly between his cheeks, and he felt the wetness of his lover's arousal slick against his skin, easing the path. He tensed slightly when he felt the press of Galen's length against his opening, his eyes closing tightly as his lover slowly entered him, filling him with his hardness.

Galen groaned softly as his lover's warmth enclosed him, surrounding him with his heat. He withdrew slightly and thrust forward again, pressing deeper into Melaphríl's body, until he was buried to the hilt in his tightness. He stilled his movements a moment, resting his head against his lover's trembling shoulder.

"You never let one of your lover's take you, did you, melethron," Galen murmured, his lips pressed against Melaphríl's neck, his length twitching slightly inside it's tight prison.

Melaphríl shook his head, his eyes still closed tight, his breath coming in harsh and ragged gasps.

Galen withdrew slowly, his hips flexing as he thrust forward again, and he felt his lover's quivering response. "Has no one taken you this way before?" he whispered, his own breath quickening when Melaphríl shook his head again, his fair brows drawn together as he struggled to stay silent. "Lle naa vanima, melethron nín," Galen said wonderingly. "What a gift you give me." He pressed his lips against his lover's neck and began to thrust slowly, steadily, feeling his desire rise to the edge as he claimed the trembling body against the tree. His hand reached forward and down, finding his lover's length and squeezing it gently, before curling his fingers around it and stoking it in time with his thrusts.

Melaphríl's head fell back onto his shoulder as his lover claimed him utterly, driving into him with deeper thrusts, stroking his length until he was gasping for breath. It was so hard not to groan as the pleasure filled him, taking him to the edge and holding him there until he thought he would scream with his need for release.

He felt the lithe body tightening, felt Melaphríl's delicious shudder against him as he struck his mark. He struck it again with his next thrust and groaned deeply, his release so close he could almost taste it. "Say my name, melethron," he gasped, pulling his lover's hips sharply against his as he buried himself deeper into his body. "Say it!"

"Galen!" The name fell freely from Melaphríl's lips as he came, arching and shuddering against the strong body behind him, his seed spilling across the hand that continued to stroke him.

With a low growl of pleasure Galen felt his release come, and he sank his teeth into his lover's shoulder, spilling himself deep into Melaphríl's body with a long and shuddering cry.

For a moment the two elves leaned against each other, panting and gasping for air as they recovered, Galen's hands slowly stroking the shuddering tension from his lover's body as he pressed kisses against his neck and cheek.

"Lle naa vanima, Melaphríl," he said huskily, burying his face in the warmth of his lover's neck. "You are perfect."

A soft whimper escaped him when Galen withdrew from his body, and he felt an aching soreness at the loss of him. Soft kisses pressed against his closed eyes and over his cheeks, and he felt Galen's hands lightly grip his face.

"Melaphríl, meleth nín, look at me," Galen's husky voice demanded, and Melaphríl opened his eyes. His lover smiled at him tenderly. "I did not hurt you?" he asked softly, his blue eyes searching.

Melaphríl cleared his throat and shook his head with a shy smile. "No," he replied, his voice low. "No."

Hands helped him to dress, lingering in soft touches and gentle caresses, intermixed with sweet kisses that left Melaphríl sighing in happiness. He accepted his cloak from Galen with a brief smile and fastened it about his throat once more.

Galen pulled him into his arms, pressing a kiss against the soft skin of Melaphríl's temple and sighed. "You have stolen my heart, meleth nín."

"I will guard it with everything I possess," Melaphríl replied, leaning against the warrior, feeling a sense of contentment fill him at his lover's words. "If you will hold mine as well."

Strong arms tightened briefly before releasing him, and Galen looked down at his lover, smiling with joy. "Aye, Melaphríl. I will."

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Translations:
Lle naa vanima = You are beautiful
Melethron = lover
Melethron nín = My Lover
Meleth nín = My love

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THE END

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