Resurrection 44

Resurrection

Part 44

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

Summary: Legolas and Gildor take their first steps in a life journey.

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“Take me,” Legolas breathed as Gildor released his mouth, “please.”

“Not here, not yet,” Gildor answered.

“Why not?” Legolas murmured against the curve of Gildor’s ear.

“I want to make love to you in bed, where it will be most comfortable for you, and I will not go so far until I plead my case to your father.”

“And what will that case be? My lord, I ask your permission to breech your son?” Legolas teased with a grin.

“Legolas!”

The prince chuckled. “No, I suppose you are right. That would not be the proper way to approach the subject.”

“I will ask your father for permission to court you.”

Legolas rolled his eyes even as he smiled. “You have already touched me, kissed me, and tasted me, what is this one last step?”

“A very serious one, my prince,” Gildor murmured. “You will understand when we finally join.”

“Then let me taste you,” Legolas whispered, pulling back and looking into Gildor’s darkening eyes. He could feel the need in his lover’s body, and he yearned to satisfy it.

Gildor lifted himself out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, watching as Legolas knelt on the bench between his legs. “Do you know what to do?”

Legolas looked up at Gildor with a smile. “I think I can figure it out.”

Gildor smiled in return. “Go slowly, and do not be afraid to stop.” He closed his eyes and leaned back against one hand, cupping Legolas head with the other. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as the prince’s tongue slid along his rapidly swelling length. He shifted position, tilting his hips up as his head fell back, and he moaned as Legolas explored his arousal. “Yes,” he whispered, his fingers gently massaging the prince’s wet scalp, “like that, just like that.”

Legolas swirled his tongue around his lover’s turgid length, focusing on the tip and the ridge beneath before traveling back down to its root. He opened his mouth and took Gildor in slowly, a bit deeper with each pass, stroking what he could not accommodate with his hand. Remembering what Gildor had done to him, he tried to mimic the action, but was careful that he did not choke himself. The deep rumbling moans and growls that came from his lover caused his own body to tingle and ache. He felt gentle pressure on the back of his head and he tried to relax his throat and take Gildor deeper, reaching in between his own legs to stroke his own aching length.

Gildor gently and slowly rocked his hips, wadding Legolas’ hair in his fingers, resisting the urge to thrust into his young lover’s mouth. He could feel it coming, the burning, roaring fire that would consume him as he climaxed. Legolas began moaning, sending vibrations along his length, and he arched his back and growled deeply as he spilled down the prince’s throat.

Legolas began to swallow as he felt Gildor’s length twitch inside his mouth, his own seed spilling over his hand and floating away into the water. As he withdrew, he licked his lover clean, then licked his lips and looked up at him. A smile curved Legolas’ lips as he gazed at Gildor: his lover’s head hung back, his chest heaved as he panted, his taut nipples achingly erect, and his luscious lips parted as his breathing slowed. He made his way up Gildor’s body, placing kisses on his stomach and chest, pausing to lave a hard nipple and hear Gildor’s purring response, before clasping the back of his lover’s head and drawing him into a kiss.

As they parted, Gildor opened his eyes and looked at his prince. Legolas’ eyes were closed and a smile curved his lips. Cupping Legolas’ cheek, he caressed his lover’s cheekbone with his thumb and murmured, “So beautiful…”

“So loved,” Legolas finished. “You make me feel as if I can do anything.”

Gildor smiled. “I believe you could.”

Legolas opened his eyes. “Take me to bed; let us finish what we have started. Let us finally become one, once and for all.”

Gildor pressed his lips to Legolas’ ear. “Soon, my prince.” Then he took Legolas by the hand and led him from the baths.

* * * *

Lindir stood bent over his desk, rifling through sheets of music, trying to select just the right pieces for the evening’s reception. He jumped as he felt strong hands upon his hips, then smiled as his lover’s lips caressed his neck. “I will never get used to that,” he said softly.

“To what?” Thranduil murmured.

“To how you can come up behind me without me hearing you.”

The king chuckled. “I am a warrior, that is one of the things that keeps me alive.”

“And that is just how I would have you stay,” Lindir responded, turning in his king’s arms and caressing Thranduil’s face. “You look particularly mischievous at the moment.”

“I have a short amount of time between council meetings. What say you to an afternoon romp in our bed?” He winked.

Lindir grinned and laughed softly. “I say you are incorrigible.”

Thranduil winked. “This has been established. But in my own defense, I must protest that I could be no other way with you.”

Lindir took Thranduil’s face in his hands. “I love you,” he said softly.

Thranduil slid his hands over Lindir’s firm backside. “And I love you, my treasure.”

“Mmm… yes, I think I would like an afternoon romp. Will you use me well?”

Thranduil suckled Lindir’s earlobe, causing the minstrel to purr in appreciation. “Aye, most well, my songbird.”

“Then let us be about it,” Lindir whispered sultrily into the king’s ear. He leaned into Thranduil, pressing his burgeoning arousal into the king’s hip. “For as you can see, you have already worked me into quite a state.”

“I am a firm believer in finishing what I start,” Thranduil murmured. He took Lindir by the hand and led him to their chambers.

* * * *

Thranduil sat at his desk, looking somewhat like the proverbial cat that had swallowed the canary, when he heard a soft knock upon his door. “Come,” he answered, signing a trade document between his people and the Lake Men. He looked up to see Gildor enter and he smiled, rising from his chair and rounding the desk to take the warrior’s hand. “You look refreshed,” he said with a smile.

“The bath was just what I needed after so long a trip,” Gildor responded, sitting in a tall chair at Thranduil’s request.

“I have much to discuss with you,” Thranduil began as he sat down and folded his hands together. “I am hoping that you have come to tell me you will stay and make Greenwood your home.”

Gildor smiled. “Aye, my lord. I would like to make Greenwood my home, if you will have me.”

“Of course, my friend! You are not only an asset to me, but you are a trusted friend and adviser. I have been thinking, I would be indebted to you if you would help lead my forces…” Gildor frowned and Thranduil stopped speaking for a moment. “What is it, Gildor?”

“I . . . I am no longer sure that I have the stomach for warfare, my lord. After the last one…”

Thranduil held up his hand. “Say no more, Gildor. You lost a dear friend, your king, in that battle.”

“And you lost your father.”

“Aye, I did. I suppose we all lost more than we were prepared for. However, it is my duty to protect my people, not yours. I understand.”

Gildor nodded. “I would be happy to train your soldiers, and assist and advise you in battle tactics.”

Thranduil smiled. “And I would be most happy to accept your offer and your experience.”

“Actually, I have come here for a different purpose.”

“And what would that be?”

Gildor felt his heart skip and he took a deep breath. Suddenly, he was very nervous. “I have come to ask your permission to . . . court Legolas.”

Thranduil sat back in his chair, raising one golden eyebrow. “You ask this of me? My son has just become an adult. You certainly waste no time, Gildor, Son of Inglor.” Thranduil watched as the color drained from Gildor’s face.

Gildor’s eyes widened. “I assure you, my lord, I never once…”

Unable to sustain the ruse, Thranduil bit back a chuckle and raised his hand. “And I never once suspected that you did. You must pardon me for having a bit of fun at your expense.” Gildor sighed in relief and relaxed back into his chair, and Thranduil continued, “I had suspected that the nature of your friendship with my son might change once he grew to adulthood. I have long known about how Legolas felt about you, and upon seeing the two of you together, I saw that you felt the same way.”

“Then I do not need to assure you that my intentions toward the prince are entirely honorable and genuine.”

“Indeed you do not. You have my blessing to court my son, and I hope that courtship proves to be fruitful. Welcoming you into our family would be a great honor.”

Gildor breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “The honor would also be mine, my lord.”

“Gildor.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“I think it is time that you start calling me by my name.”

Gildor smiled. “Indeed. Thank you, Thranduil.”

Thranduil smiled in return and nodded as Gildor rose, bowed, and departed.

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