An Affliction Of The Heart 13

An Affliction Of The Heart

Part 13

Posted: December 14, 2007
Title: An Affliction of the Heart
Author: Larien Elengasse

Summary: The twins care for Legolas in their own way; Glorfindel gives of himself.

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Legolas allowed Elladan to hold him and comfort him, and slowly the sick feeling he had in the pit of his stomach subsided. He thought about what Elladan had said to him, about how the peredhel thought he secretly wished to be mastered, and he had to admit there was a slight ring of truth to the idea. Though it was long ago, Legolas remembered the death of his mother, and the raw, broken state of his father afterward. Seeing the elf who had always been his rock, his protector, his center, so despondent and so broken had shaken Legolas to the core. For as long as he could remember, he had strove to make his father proud, to make Thranduil believe that he could handle anything; he wanted his father to never fear for him or worry for him again.

Until his encounter with the dragon, he had managed to do just that. He was the youngest warrior to lead a regiment since his father had been a prince. He had been determined to follow in Thranduil’s footsteps, to be the kind of prince his father was before the war and Oropher’s death. Now he felt like that elfling again; he felt he had to prove himself once more. How was he going to do that? How was he going to be what he had once been when he could not see? As adept a warrior as he was, he was now blind. How could he fight when he could not see what he was fighting?

“Glorfindel.”

Legolas raised his head and turned in the direction of Elladan’s voice. “What?”

“Glorfindel will teach you how to be a warrior again.”

“Were you reading my thoughts?”

“Not reading them so much as sensing them. I do not know the specifics of what is in your mind, but I do know you are feeling a sense of apprehension; it does not take a brilliant mind to guess what that apprehension is about. If I were in your position, I would be feeling the same way.”

“How long have you been able to do this?”

“What? Sense what you are thinking?”

“Aye.”

“For some time now. The more time we spend together, the more of a window into your mind I have. Again, I am not seeking to uncover all of your thoughts; I just have an inkling of what you are feeling. It is an ability I have inherited from my parents.”

“It is a little unsettling.”

“Forgive me, I did not mean to disturb you.”

Legolas reached up and found Elladan’s face. He carefully explored it with his fingers, attempting to read the peredhel’s expression as one would read a book. “No forgiveness is necessary, my wolf. I know you are only watching over me.”

Elladan caught one of Legolas’ hands and pressed his lips into the palm. “We share something now, you and I. Each of us knows something about the other that no one else knows.” Elladan looked at the slight surprise written on Legolas’ face and he smiled wryly. “Yes, I’ve been aware for sometime now that you discovered my secret. I suppose I have been revealing it to you in small ways all this time.”

Legolas shifted and trained his eyes in the direction of Elladan’s voice. He still could not see, but he felt it necessary to make it appear that he was looking at the half-elf, at least. “Why will you not tell him? He loves you.”

“Of course he loves me, he is my brother, my twin. We have been inseparable since we were born. In fact, this is the longest we have been apart, for I closed my mind to him when he left your chambers.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I could not risk him discovering my secret and I did not want him to see what I did to you – he would not have approved.”

“Will he not be concerned? Perhaps you should send for him now.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. I do not want him to be so alone and worried.”

Elladan smiled. “You care for him very much.”

“I care for both of you.”

“Yes, but you feel protective of him. You and I are much alike, I think.”

Legolas smiled a little. “In that, I believe you speak true. Send for him, Elladan; let us all heal, hmm?”

“Aye, wise council from a good prince,” Elladan replied, and then he closed his eyes and opened his mind to his twin.

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Thranduil closed his eyes, savoring the feel of Glorfindel’s lips upon his back. The Elda’s warm, soft lips sought to soothe his bruised flesh and heal the ache in his heart. The warrior’s large, powerful hands gently caressed his arms, sides, and legs, pausing every now and again to gently knead his muscles. He sat in the middle of his bed, sheets pooled around his bare skin, his lover behind him, murmuring soft words of love and reassurance. It had been a long time since he had felt so safe, and so very, very loved.

“How did you do it?” he asked softly. “What happened to you that day with the dragon?”

Glorfindel wrapped his arms around Thranduil’s waist and draped his legs over the Sinda’s own. “I am not really sure what happens,” he answered quietly. “I suppose it has something to do with why I was sent back.”

“What does it feel like?”

Glorfindel pondered the question for a moment while nuzzling his lover’s ear. “It starts with a strange, tingling sensation deep inside, then I grow warm all throughout my body, and finally I feel a surge of strength.”

Thranduil leaned his head back upon the Elda’s shoulder, turning his head to give his lover better access to his neck as his hands reached for Glorfindel’s hips. “Never in all of my days have I seen anything like it. You looked square into that beast’s eyes and you were not afraid.”

“I suppose I have Manwë’s protection; but I am not fully sure of where it comes from.”

Thranduil turned in Glorfindel’s arms and faced him, taking the Elda’s face in his hands as he looked deep into the warrior’s eyes, as though he were searching for something. “I love you,” he said.

Glorfindel smiled and slid his hands into the king’s soft hair. “And I love you,” he replied, then drew Thranduil’s lips to his own.

Thranduil shifted to straddle his lover’s lap. It felt so good to be in his arms, with their bare skin pressed together, their bodies molding each to the other. Everywhere Glorfindel touched him his skin seemed to burn, and the Elda’s kiss took his breath away. The passion was rapidly mounting between them as Glorfindel lay back in the bed, carrying Thranduil with him. Thranduil pulled Glorfindel’s wrists over his head as he dipped his mouth to a hardened nipple laving it with his tongue before suckling it.

“You know what I want,” the king murmured.

“Aye, I do,” Glorfindel replied. “The question is, are you elf enough to take it?”

Thranduil smiled and nipped the warrior’s chest, causing him to groan and arch his back. “Oh, I think we’ve decided I am.”

Glorfindel grinned wickedly. “Have we now? I think I might need more convincing.”

“Is that so? Well, then I shall endeavor to prove it to you.”

What commenced between them would have looked like coercion to an outsider, but between the two warriors it was only spirited bed play. Thranduil would wrest control only to have Glorfindel break free of his grasp, they would then grapple with one another some more.

Glorfindel broke free again and exited the bed, only to have the king catch him around the waist and fling him back down to the bed again. He landed facedown and smiled as Thranduil pounced upon him, holding him down as the king slowly and sensually rolled his hips and ground his turgid arousal against his backside.

Breathing heavily from their spirited wrestling, the king still managed to purr like a contented cat that had just captured its first meal in a long time. “Convinced yet?”

Glorfindel moaned softly, quickly shifting from mock protestation to acquiescence. “I think I might be,” he murmured. The truth be known, he could have fought Thranduil off all night – unlimited stamina and extraordinary strength were two things he had been blessed with upon his return to Middle-earth.

Thranduil knew the truth as well; Glorfindel was taller and stronger than he was. If he were ever to win a battle against the warrior, it was because Glorfindel let him win. “I love the way you feel,” he purred. “Your powerful body, the way you move, the way you sound when you are lost to passion . . . all these things make me want you more each day.”

Glorfindel closed his eyes and turned his head so that the king’s lips were next to his ear. “Your voice causes a delicious ache inside me, your hands set my flesh afire – there is nothing in this world that I would not give you, that I would not do for you, my love.”

“I am going to take you now – I am going to ride this magnificent body until we are both spent.”

Glorfindel curled his lips into a feral sneer and bucked his hips back against his lover. “Do it,” he growled.

A wolfish smile curved the king’s lips and he nipped the point of Glorfindel’s ear, causing a deep aching groan to rise from deep in the Elda’s chest. “Aye, my beauty, I will.”

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