Second Chances

Part 15

Posted: March 2004
Author: Larien Elengasse

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Legolas sat upon a bench in the garden, enjoying the feel of the sun warming his face. It had been a slow recovery for him, but he had been able to be there when the Ring Bearers were honored upon the Field of Cormallen, and to attend Aragorn's coronation. He was anxious to return home and to travel to Imladris to see Glorfindel, but he had agreed to be present for Aragorn's wedding, and he hoped Glorfindel would be among her escort.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the clean, fragrant air; the aroma of jasmine and roses swirled around him and the sounds of bustling reconstruction echoed amongst the city walls. While Minas Tirith was a beautiful city, it was a city that belonged to men, and he felt out of place in it. He longed to see his home again, to smell the spruce and snow upon the air, to hear the sound of the wind in the trees as it came down from the Misty Mountains. He missed his father, the sound of his deep voice, the feel of his strong arms as they embraced him. A tear tracked down his cheek as he thought of Fëanor, and mourned his loss; he knew he would mourn him always. He dreaded telling his father what happened, of how his beloved was gone from both of them forever.

He sent a letter with a rider from Rohan, to be delivered to his father via the elves of Lórien. The Rohirrim were loath to ride too far north, and still viewed many elves with suspicion. He hoped the letter arrived soon as he knew his father would be worried about him. In it, he told Thranduil that he was well and safe, and that he would be returning home before winter. But he did not mention Fëanor, as that was something he wanted to tell him face to face.

The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to open his eyes and he looked up to see the Steward of Gondor standing before him. He smiled and rose slowly, bowing his head and covering his heart with his hand.

"Mae Govannen, my Lord," he said softly.

Faramir smiled and returned the gesture, answering quietly, "Mae Govannen, Prince Legolas. A group of elves approaches the city gates. His majesty, King Elessar, has sent me to tell you that there is one among them that you would wish to see."

Legolas' eyes widened and he whispered, "Glorfindel!"

Faramir chuckled and nodded, "Aye, ‘tis him. He rides upon…" His words trailed off as he watched the elf bolt from the gardens and descend the stair at a run, heading down the long pathway to the city gates. He laughed softly, knowing Aragorn's reaction would have been the same if his office had not stopped him from behaving so exuberantly. He looked up and saw his own heart's desire running toward him. Éowyn had not waited on formalities, leaving the main host at a gallop, despite Éomer's protests, and tearing up the ramparts to the highest level of the city.

"Faramir!" she cried, as he turned toward her and caught her in his arms.

"Éowyn, my love," he said softly in her ear, swinging her around in a wide arc.

"They were simply moving too slow," she breathed. "I could not wait one moment longer. I am afraid I caused quite a commotion galloping up the city streets on Windfola."

He chuckled as he took her fair face in his hands and smiled. "I do believe you will be forgiven, my love." He claimed her sweet mouth with a passionate kiss before releasing her and leading her from the garden.

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Legolas tore down the crowded streets, cursing the design of the tiered city for what must have been the fortieth time. He passed Aragorn's procession at a run and the King called out to him, "Fly, Legolas! I would do the same were I able!"

Mithrandir chuckled as he rode beside the King, having born his grumbling complaints since news of the arriving elves had reached them.

Legolas reached the third level of the city and saw Arwen's escort coming toward him. At the head of the column rode his beloved upon Asfaloth. Glorfindel gasped when his saw his Prince and quickly dismounted, running up the cobbled street and taking his love in his arms.

"Legolas!" he breathed as he squeezed his love tight.

"Glorfindel," Legolas whispered in his ear. "I have missed you so."

Glorfindel held on to him for long moments, breathing in his scent, hardly able to believe he was there. "I feared you were dead, melethen," he whispered. "I thought I would never see you again."

Legolas smiled through his tears and answered, "I was dead, but I have returned. The love of those I would have left behind called me home."

Glorfindel felt the warm breath of his stallion upon the nape of his neck and heard his soft nicker in his ear. He looked over his shoulder to see the procession passing them.

"Come, Glorfindel. We would not leave you behind, but there is no stopping Arwen now," Elrohir teased.

"There would be no stopping you either, muindor, if it were your love that you were riding to," Arwen chided. She continued quietly, "I would just as soon have galloped ahead with the Lady Éowyn."

Elrond chuckled as he reached across and took his daughter's hand.

Glorfindel nimbly leapt upon his stallion and held out his hand to Legolas who swung up behind him. They took their place at the end of the procession as it wound its way up the city streets.

The reunion of Arwen Undómiel and Aragorn Elessar was a joyous occasion. Aragorn finally ignored his office and leapt from his horse, rushing forward to sweep Arwen up in his arms in plain view of his subjects. He kissed her soundly in the city streets and was rewarded by a great cheer from his people as flower petals rained down upon their heads.

Legolas sat close behind his beloved, watching over Glorfindel's shoulder as his good friend held his own love in his arms at last. He snuggled closer to his warrior-love and rested his chin upon his shoulder.

* * * *

The afternoon had passed with an agonizing slowness. They sat around a long table with the King's honored guests, sharing the evening meal and celebrating the arrival of the King's betrothed. Legolas smiled at his good friend, who was still getting used to his office. Aragorn's life was now very different from what it had been; he was no longer a Ranger of the North, sleeping in the wilds and moving unseen through the world. All eyes were upon him now as he sat in his robes, his brow adorned with a crown, his future Queen at his side.

He blinked sleepily and Glorfindel leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You are still recovering, melethen. You need your rest."

Legolas clasped his hand and whispered, "I have all I need right here."

"Come," Glorfindel replied, "let me take you to bed, ernilen."

Legolas turned his sapphire gaze to Glorfindel's and smiled. "Yes, to bed," he answered softly.

They rose from their places at the table and said their goodnights, wishing Aragorn and Arwen a good evening. Legolas wrapped his arm around Glorfindel's waist as the warrior led him back to his rooms. He clasped Glorfindel's hands in his own and tugged upon them, pulling the Elda through the door and into his chamber.

"Stay with me, melethen," he said softly as he guided Glorfindel to the bed.

Glorfindel smiled and answered, "Always, seron vell."

Legolas rose to the balls of his feet as he brought his lips to Glorfindel's, brushing them against his lover's own softly. Glorfindel took Legolas' face in his hands and pressed a bruising kiss to his hungry mouth, claiming its sweet warmth as Legolas opened to him.

Memories of kisses shared in the past flooded his mind as Glorfindel drank in Legolas' sweetness, the familiar taste of honeysuckle and peaches flooding his senses. Legolas eagerly deepened their kiss; all hesitation that he had felt from the Prince in the past was now gone. He broke their kiss and gasped for air, as Legolas' fingers quested hungrily inside his robes and he moaned wantonly as they brushed over his pebbled nipples.

"Ah, melethen, you undo me," he whispered.

"Mmm…" Legolas crooned in his ear, "that is a sight I would like to see, you undone beneath me."

Glorfindel felt his arousal twitch upon hearing Legolas' sensual words, and his hands slid down the Prince's back, cupping his buttocks and pulling him closer. "You will have your wish, you need but ask," he replied breathlessly as Legolas' tongue caressed the curve of his ear.

"May I have you, maethoren vain? May I have your body as well as your heart?" Legolas whispered into his ear.

"You may have all that I have to give, all that I am, ernil vain," he moaned in reply.

"I take it gladly," Legolas murmured, "and in return, I give you the same. I am yours, Glorfindel, totally and completely. I come to you without hesitation, without resignation. Fear is a thing of the past. I am alone now, I am free to be yours."

Glorfindel pulled his lover's head back so that he could gaze into his deep blue eyes. He held his fair face in his hands and whispered, "I am sorry, ernilen. I know what he meant to you, I am indebted to him for saving you and would bring him back if I could."

Legolas smiled sadly and whispered, "As would I, but it can not be done. He would want this, Glorfindel, he would want us to love and be happy."

Glorfindel smiled warmly and caressed his love's cheek with his thumb. "Then let us give him what he wants, seron vell, for I will love you and make you happy everyday here after."

Legolas claimed his mouth again and he plunged his hands into the flaxen silk of his hair, yielding to his lover and giving himself over completely. He sighed as Legolas took down his braids and combed his fingers through his hair, his nails lightly scratching his scalp. He returned the favor, taking down the Prince's braids and threading his flaxen hair through his fingers.

He felt the warm air of the room caress his skin as his robes fell away. Legolas' hands roamed his body slowly, exploring, teasing, caressing, testing. He moaned as his love's mouth joined his hands, his soft tongue caressing his skin, his warm lips suckling his flesh. He breathed deeply, trying to ignore the insistent pulsating in his loins, wanting to prolong the moment for as long as he may. Pleading and loving words began to spill from his lips in soft whispers, as Legolas' hands and mouth made their way lower. He gasped as he was pushed to the bed, and he looked up to see his lover slowly removing his garments as he straddled him, unwrapping himself as he stared into his eyes.

He slid backward upon the bed as Legolas crawled with him, his lover's eyes now a deep midnight blue and his lips swollen from kissing; Legolas was the most beautiful and sensual creature he had ever seen.

Legolas lowered his naked body to that of his lover, their soft skin caressing one another. He marveled at the self-restraint the Elda had shown in the past, sleeping with him in his arms, their naked bodies pressing against one another, yet never yielding to temptation, always waiting for the moment that he would be ready.

"He may be gone from me, but I still have his memories," Legolas whispered huskily into his lover's ear. "I know in my mind what it is to make love, Glorfindel, what it is to be burned by the heat of passion, to drown in pleasure. My flesh may be untried, but my soul burns with it and has burned from the moment we first kissed."

Glorfindel moaned plaintively as Legolas continued, "I know the pleasure derived from hearing one's name cried out in passion, how soft whimpers and breathless moans can drive one to the brink of madness." His hand caressed the Elda's flat stomach, his fingers combing through the hair that grew about the base of his rigid length. "I feel it in you, the beast of desire that builds inside you, the pulsating, pounding heat that threatens to consume you. It lives inside me too, maethoren valthen, it is here within me now."

Glorfindel tangled his fingers in Legolas' hair and growled, "Then burn me with it. Let it feed, Legolas. Take me."

Legolas claimed Glorfindel's mouth in a bruising kiss as he rolled his hips forward causing their silken lengths to slide against one another. He released his lover's mouth after plundering it thoroughly, hearing Glorfindel's gasp of pleasure when he released it. He worked his way lower consuming his beloved as one who was starving for him, hearing his plaintive moans echo in his ears. He pinned the warrior's hips to the bed as he teased his heated flesh with his tongue, his own arousal trapped between his weight and the soft velvet of the bedding. His eyelids fluttered as he took his love in his mouth, feeling the silken glide of his swollen flesh between his lips, tasting his musky essence as it began to leak from the tip. He brought his lover to the brink of release time and again; Glorfindel's needful, whimpering cries fueling the flames of his own desire. He released the Elda and slid back up his body, whispering breathlessly in his ear, "I want to be inside you, seron vell, but I do not want to hurt you. I do not have anything to prepare you with."

Glorfindel struggled to sit up beneath Legolas weight and looked around the room. The door to the private bathing chamber was open and he saw various bottles lining a shelf upon the wall. "There," he panted as he pointed toward the doorway. "There should be something in there."

Legolas smiled wickedly and left the bed, quickly crossing the room to the bathing chamber. Glorfindel flopped back upon the bed and whispered to himself, "By Elbereth, this is not what I had imagined…"

He heard the sound of a bottle being uncorked and looked up at his lover. Legolas smiled wantonly and mounted the bed. "No," he whispered, "nor was it what I imagined. But the long months without you and all that has transpired in between has changed me, meleth. Do you still love me? Do you still want me this way?"

"Yes," Glorfindel breathed, "oh yes, melethen."

He watched his love uncork the bottle and pour the thick liquid into his palm. He shifted upon the bed, spreading his legs far apart as Legolas' oiled fingers circled his entrance. He breathed deep and closed his eyes, nodding his assent as his body was breached for the first time in ages. He hissed through his clenched jaw as two of his lovers fingers slid inside his tight passage.

"Are you well, meleth?" he heard Legolas' deep voice float into his ear.

"Yes, seron vell," he replied, "do not stop."

Legolas slowly and gently prepared his lover, working on instinct as he crooked his fingers, searching for that place inside his beloved that would cause him to go mad with desire. He cried out and bucked against Legolas' hand as the Prince found it, breathless approval spilled from his lips.

"Are you ready for me, melethen?" Legolas whispered huskily.

"Yes, now, please," Glorfindel answered.

Legolas took his lover's hips in his hands and slid inside him, feeling his tight heat surround him as he groaned in pleasure. He paused, trying to gain control of the sensations that threatened to drown him when he felt Glorfindel's hands in his hair, pulling his mouth to his own. "Move, seron vell," the Elda whispered against his lips. "Do not be afraid to drown, melethen."

Legolas moaned plaintively and began trusting inside his love as he claimed his mouth again. He steadied himself with his hands planted on each side of his love's golden head as Glorfindel stroked himself in time with his thrusts. He whimpered as his release took him, burying himself deep within the Elda's body as he felt his essence spill forth. Glorfindel's release followed soon after, his opalescent seed spilling between them, slickening both of their bodies. Legolas collapsed upon him, panting quickly and trembling from head to toe as he was wracked with aftershocks of his climax. Glorfindel wrapped his strong arms around the Prince's frame and held him close. "Melin le, Legolas," he whispered into the Prince's ear.

"Melin le, Glorfindel," Legolas replied in a weak whisper.

Glorfindel rolled Legolas to his back as his lover slipped from his body, and he retrieved a warm cloth from the bathing chamber. He slowly and lovingly cleaned his beloved, and pulled the covers over him before cleaning himself and tossing the cloth into the washbasin. He climbed beneath the covers and gathered Legolas into his arms, finding the exhausted Prince already deep in reverie. He sighed contentedly as he drifted off, a blissful smile curving his lips.

Melethen = my love
Muindor = brother by blood
Ernilen = my prince
Seron vell = dear lover
Maethoren vain =my beautiful warrior
Ernil vain = fair Prince
Maethoren valthen = golden warrior
Meleth = love
Melin le = I love thee

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