Resurrection 42

Resurrection

Part 42

Posted: February 9, 2007
Title: Resurrection
Author: Larien Elengasse

Summary: Gildor returns to Greenwood.

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Legolas sat on a tree branch, his legs dangling down as his gaze was fixed on the wide grasslands that surrounded the Anduin. He had sat in that same place nearly every day for the past five years, since he had been old enough to be a guard. The only time he had left his post was when his captain forced him to return home for rest. He had trained diligently with the bow and his weapon of choice, long knives. His father had passed on what Glorfindel had taught him, and Legolas was becoming a skilled warrior.

He was two years past his majority; there had been a grand celebration in the caves wherein Lindir had performed just for him, and there had been a long line of suitors. Yet he rebuffed them all, preferring to wait however long it took for the one he had loved for the last ten years.

He noted the way the tall grass swayed in the wind, it reminded him of the waves of the sea when he had been in Lindon. The wind softly sang as it rustled the leaves and small branches of the trees, and Ithil shown brightly, casting a silver glow upon the tall grass. He heard something faint upon the wind, a rhythmic thudding; it was a horse's hooves. Slowly, he gained his feet, his gaze fixed westward as he heard the approaching beast. On the horizon, a lone horse appeared, carrying an elf upon its back. As they grew nearer, the horse splashed though a shallow part of the river and clambered up the bank. The elf who rode upon it had flowing pale hair that was a fair gold, and he wore gray and green, the colors of an elf-ranger.

His breath caught in his chest and he squeezed the trunk of the tree with his fingers. "Please," he whispered to the wind. "Let it be him."

"My lord, a lone elf approaches," one of his guard called, readying his bow.

"Lower your weapon," Legolas answered as a smile began to curve his lips. "I know this elf." He leapt down from the tree to the path below.

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Gildor slowed his stallion to a walk as he approached the western edge of the forest. His palms were sweating in his gloves and his heart was racing. His mount picked up on his nervousness, and had galloped faster in response. Now both were breathing heavily and he stroked his horse's neck in an effort to calm him. "There is no danger here, my friend," he murmured, bringing the horse to a halt and sliding off his back. As they found the trailhead and entered the wood, a small band of Silvan elves stepped out from the trees. He held up his hand in greeting.

A tall elf, with a gleaming flaxen mane appeared among the lighter-haired wood-elves. Eyes that had haunted his dreams gazed back into his own and his breath caught in his throat. "Legolas?" he asked in disbelief.

The elf smiled and walked toward him. "Aye, it is me," he said, then Gildor found himself wrapped in the elf's arms.

"Valar," he whispered. "Let me look at you." He pulled back and gazed upon the prince. "You are beautiful," he said softly. "You are so tall..."

Legolas smiled. "I am grown now. And you look just the same as you once did." He squeezed Gildor's shoulders. "You came back, just like you promised."

Gildor caressed the prince's face. "I could not stay away." He watched as Legolas pressed his face into his hand and he saw the silent request in the prince's eyes. "Elbereth, I have missed you so," he murmured, and then he drew the prince's lips to his own.

The other elves looked on for a moment, eyebrows raised and grins forming on their lips. Then they each disappeared into the bush, leaving their prince and his love alone.

The kiss was everything Legolas imagined it would be, warm, and soft, yet possessive at the same time, and it was deliciously tempting. He slowly opened his mouth and could not stop the soft moan that escaped him as Gildor's tongue entered it. He slid his hands into Gildor's hair and leaned into his strong arms. It felt so good; it felt like home.

Gildor hungrily consumed the prince's mouth. He was stunned by how quickly passion took hold, and how badly he found he wanted Legolas. Soon, the recollection of where they were caused him to slowly withdraw, leaving both himself and his prince breathless.

"Come," Legolas murmured. "I shall take you home."

"Yes," Gildor answered. "I am in dire need of one."

Legolas smiled. "It is a three day journey to the caves from here, on horseback. Longer on foot."

"Do you have a horse here?"

"No. We are here for weeks at a time. 'Tis easier if we walk."

Gildor took the prince's hand. "Then we shall both ride mine."

Legolas mounted first, and then Gildor climbed up behind his prince. They walked slowly for some time, until Ithil began to sink behind the mountains. As it grew too dark for the horse to see the unfamiliar path, they found a place to make camp for the night.

Legolas spread out his bedroll, then took Gildor's as well, using it as a cover. He laid down and looked up at his warrior, then reached out for him.

Gildor took Legolas' hand and lay beside him, propping himself up on one arm as he drew Legolas closer with his free hand. He gazed into the prince's eyes, pushing his soft, flaxen hair behind his shoulders. "How did you know?" he asked softly.

Legolas smiled, trailing his fingers over the laces of Gildor's tunic. "I do not know; I just somehow felt it. I knew when I saw you that we were meant to be together."

"It frightened me because you were so young," Gildor answered. "And because I was not ready then."

Legolas nodded. "I understand. I should not have told you then."

"I am glad you did. It has been nearly all I have thought about since I last left these woods; it is what brought me back to them."

"I have waited for you," Legolas answered quietly. "I am untouched; your kiss is the only one I have ever known, and your touch will be the same."

"I want you," Gildor answered, leaning in close. "But I want our first time to be perfect."

"Is this not perfect?" Legolas murmured, softly kissing Gildor's neck as his hand slid to the warrior's hip. "We are alone, beneath the trees."

"There are things that I want to do, that I am not prepared to do," Gildor replied huskily. "But there are many other things we can do instead."

"Teach me," Legolas purred. "Touch me. I need you to touch me."

Gildor slid his hand around the back of Legolas' neck and drew him into a deep, possessive kiss, plundering the prince's mouth as he pressed their bodies together. The plaintive moan that escaped Legolas immediately caused his body to respond. He drew the prince's thigh up over his hip, pressing their groins together as he drank from Legolas' mouth. His prince responded by rolling his hips forward, and Gildor could feel the urgent need in Legolas' body.

He fumbled with the laces on the prince's tunic, pulling it aside and tugging on his undershirt. Legolas pulled away from him and whispered, "Wait." Then he watched as the Sinda began removing his clothes. He followed suit, quickly divesting himself of his garments and setting them aside, then he took in the sight of Legolas' nude form.

Never had he seen anything more alluring. His prince's body was still young, though well on its way to maturity. He was long-limbed and lanky, yet finely muscled. Years of running, climbing, and firing a bow had formed Legolas' body into a tautly chiseled, elegant display of lean muscle and alabaster flesh. Dusky, pebbled nipples begged to be licked and suckled, and his long, turgid, silken arousal strained to be touched.

"Valar," Gildor murmured. "Never have I seen one more beautiful in all of my days." He gasped as Legolas' hands came to rest on his chest.

"I have dreamed of this," Legolas responded. "I have wanted to touch you for so long." He pressed his mouth to Gildor's chest, and smiled as the elf-lord sighed and arched into his kiss. Gasping as Gildor rolled him to his back, he arched and moaned aloud as his lover's lips suckled a painfully erect nipple. He fisted Gildor's hair, arching and undulating against him; his body thrumming with unsated desire. "Oh gods that feels good," he whispered huskily.

Gildor smiled as he released a pert nipple, laving it with his tongue as Legolas shivered beneath him. "This is but a taste of the pleasure to come, my love," he answered, then he moved lower to the prince's flat abdomen.

Legolas arched and moaned beneath him as he savored his lover's body. He tasted so good, smelled so good, felt so good. It had been a long, long time since he wanted another so badly. He took Legolas' arousal into his mouth and the prince cried out, wrapping one leg around his shoulders as he tightened his grip on his hair. 'Yes, my love,' he thought to himself. 'I have much to teach you and I will enjoy each lesson to the fullest.'

Legolas' breath came in harsh, short gasps as his lover worked his arousal with his mouth. Gildor gripped his length at the base, and as his body tightened, his lover squeezed it, preventing him from spilling. On and on it went, Legolas begged and struggled to thrust into that wet heat, and Gildor continued in his delicious torment. Finally, as Legolas was near tears, Gildor released him and he spilled his seed down his lover's throat.

He collapsed upon the bedroll, his skin and hair damp with sweat, his body tingling from head to toe. He sighed as Gildor gathered him into his arms and held him close; their bare skin touching felt so right. Gildor pulled the second bedroll up to cover them and Legolas snuggled against his lover.

"That was . . . I . . . I want to do it again," Legolas murmured.

Gildor chuckled. "Yes, it was remarkable."

"What of you?" the prince asked sleepily.

"I can wait, my love. I have waited ten years, what is a few hours to me now?" He caressed Legolas' hair. "Sleep in my arms; we have the rest of our lives to be together."

Legolas nodded sleepily and closed his eyes, sliding into a contented reverie.

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Legolas awoke to the first stirrings of birds. It was twilight, and a gentle breeze stirred the branches of the tall trees overhead. Gildor's horse was lying down not too far away, eyes closed and breathing deeply in its slumber. His lover's warm, bare skin felt so good against his own; the elf lord's woodsy scent mingled with the aroma of spruce and fir that drifted upon the breeze.

Legolas took advantage of Gildor's slumbering and peaceful state to explore the warrior's body. He traced each muscle, each rib with his fingers, delving into the indentation of his stomach and the smooth crease where his legs met his torso. His lover had a fine body, muscled and defined, lean and elegant, with soft alabaster skin. Lying there with him, touching him, and being held by him brought a smile to Legolas' lips. It was just as he had dreamed it would be.

As his fingertips softly caressed his lover's slumbering length, he felt his own stir. Memories of the fire that had roared through his body, of Gildor's warm, wet mouth drawing his essence from him, of the possessive kisses and caresses the Noldo had bestowed upon him were fresh in his mind. He tingled deep inside, feeling an ache born of want and need tugging at his core.

Some might have found it strange that there was no formal courtship. There was no need for one; they had been courting in one form or another for over ten years. He knew from the day he was able to form his first self-conscious thought that he had been born for something extraordinary - this love he felt was part of it, but what the rest was he did not know.

Softly, he wrapped his fingers around his lover's length, sliding his hand from base to tip, feeling it stir beneath his ministrations. Gildor moaned quietly and began to stir. His lover's exhausted body and spirit would heal now, Legolas knew. Gildor had once been afraid to love again; he had, after all, made a sacrifice. That Gildor cared enough for Erestor to let him go, despite the pain it caused him, was one of the reasons Legolas loved him, and because the warrior had done that, Legolas knew he was capable of loving again. He pressed his lips to Gildor's chest, slowly opening his mouth and laving the Noldo's skin with his tongue. Gildor tasted so good: slightly salty and clean, and Legolas savored it.

Gildor awoke to his young lover's attentions, rolling to his side and cradling the prince's head in his hands. "Yes, my love," he whispered. "Just like that, slowly, now squeeze a little..."

Legolas continued to explore Gildor's chest with his mouth, tasting him, gently suckling his pebbled nipples as he followed the warrior's instructions.

"Squeeze the tip," Gildor murmured huskily, then gasped softly. "Oh, yes, like that, just like that. Valar that feels good."

Legolas nipped a pert bud, then smiled as Gildor groaned in response, arching into him as he began thrusting into his hand. "Do I please you?" He whispered sultrily, his own body aching and needing Gildor's touch.

"Oh yes," Gildor answered, reaching down and drawing Legolas' mouth to his own. "My prince," he murmured possessively, then he wrapped one leg over Legolas' hip and pressed a punishing kiss to the Sinda's lips.

"I am yours," Legolas whispered as Gildor released his mouth, moving to suckle his lover's throat as he felt Gildor's body begin to tighten against him. "I have saved myself for you," he murmured, briefly tracing a vein that bulged in Gildor's neck with his tongue. "I have not even gone so far as to touch myself. My body never knew pleasure until last night."

Gildor's head was swimming, his heart was racing; it was all too much. Too much innocence, too much unabashed sensuality, too much needful, wanton desire to be contained in one so young, one so beautiful. Gildor growled as he climaxed, his hot essence spilling over Legolas' long, slender fingers. His lover purred in appreciation, then slipped from his arms and began lapping up the seed from his stomach and his groin. Long, hot, wet caresses of his prince's tongue accompanied by the deep, rumbling, purring sounds his lover made nearly made him hard again. "By the Valar," he whispered. "I am utterly, hopelessly, completely in love with you."

Legolas made his way back up the length of Gildor's sated body and caressed his lover's face with his hands. "As I am with you," he answered quietly, then he kissed his beloved long and slow.

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