Meleth Vreg: Wild Love
Beta: Larien
chapter four
The room was dark, but he could easily see the door. The footsteps echoed in the hall, and the scent of light flooded his senses. The Elf was bringing him the morning meal.
Like a kept dog.
Light spilled into the room as the Elf entered, bearing two trays. He watched the tad-dal look around in confusion because he was not where he normally waited, not where the Elf had expected him to be. No, the Wolf-King thought as his eyes gleamed in the low light, today things will be a little different.
Glorfindel put the two platters on the floor, as he always did, Thranduil's tray of raw meats a few feet from his own plate of fruit, bread, eggs, and bacon. The bright blue eyes swept the room, but Thranduil could see the Elda did not notice him. He wouldn't see him unless the Wolf-King wanted him to. The Seneschal turned his back to Thranduil and sighed. The Sinda took that moment to pounce on his guest. In a movement no eye could have followed, Thranduil sprung from his hiding spot in a shadowed corner, throwing his full weight against Glorfindel's back. The Balrog-slayer was forced to the ground, his face pinned to the worn wooden floor.
"We have discussed this on more than one occasion, Elf," he hissed into the perfectly pointed ear. Glorfindel struggled beneath him, causing the Wolf-King to growl. Thranduil's body became tight, hardening with need. Glorfindel stilled suddenly and he knew the Elda could feel his erection pressed into the cleft of his backside. "You should never turn your back to a wild animal."
There was silence in the room for several long heartbeats as Thranduil fought not to tear the leggings from the form he covered and take the Elda at that moment. Finally, when he thought his self-restraint would fail him, Glorfindel spoke.
"I did not."
Thranduil chuckled. "You turned your back to me, hebronen."
The Sinda heard Glorfindel's voice tremble slightly when he replied. "You are not an animal."
Thranduil moved his left hand to the center of Glorfindel's back, maintaining his position on top of the Elda. Thranduil then used his right hand to brush the mass of liquid gold from Glorfindel's shoulder, exposing the pale column of his neck to hungry amber eyes. He leaned down, placing his full weight on the Seneschal's back, and rested his chin on Glorfindel's shoulder, nuzzling the exposed skin with his nose. Thranduil caressed his captive's cheek with his fingers as he spoke. "Am I not? Of the two us, which one has to consume his weight in raw meat every fortnight, just to have the energy to pace the tiny room in which he is kept?" The bitterness and anger were creeping back into Thranduil's voice.
"That does not make you an animal, my Lord," Glorfindel said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "The average Hobbit could eat the contents of both our plates and ask for more."
"But does the average Hobbit become painfully hard when your scent comes within a league of him? Does the average Hobbit long to hold you down and ravage you with hands, mouth and member? Tell me, O Wise Seneschal, does the average Hobbit desire to see you conquered, spent, and utterly his?" Thranduil ran his tongue along Glorfindel's neck and bit deeply at the soft flesh at the side of his throat, just above his shoulder.
Glorfindel cried out in pain and twisted beneath Thranduil, quickly reversing his position with the King's. Glorfindel held a wrist with each hand, pinning the King's arms above his head, and wrapped his legs around Thranduil's thighs. The Sinda would not be going anywhere unless Glorfindel wanted him to. The King thought about his position for a moment and then smiled a dangerous smile before slowly and deliberately licking the bright red blood from his lips. He could feel the Elf-lord's hard length pressed against him and he chuckled deep in his throat.
"Do not behave so crudely, Thranduil," Glorfindel snarled at him.
"Tell me," Thranduil said, looking up into the angry eyes of the Elda. "Did you and the half-breed finally decide if there was, indeed, something worth saving in this shell of an Elf? " he spat, bucking his hips up to brush his arousal against Glorfindel's.
Glorfindel groaned, his eyes closing for just a moment, when Thranduil bucked. "Stop that!"
Thranduil panted, his eyes wide and wild. The close proximity of the Elda and the scent of arousal and blood filling the room brought forth the wolf more acutely. He growled again, baring his teeth to the golden Elf, and Glorfindel's grip on his wrists tightened.
"You will behave, my Lord!"
"Or you will what? Put me down like a rabid dog? That is what you and the mongrel would like to see happen, isn't it?" He thrashed again, trying to free himself from the Elf.
"If I, or Elrond, wanted you dead, Thranduil, I would have killed you the day I arrived!" Glorfindel shouted, capturing Thranduil's gaze with his. Thranduil felt himself grow limp under Glorfindel's weight and, to his shame, he knew tears had formed in his eyes. Glorfindel blinked once and whispered, "I would have killed you already, my Lord, if there was nothing to save."
Legolas stretched languidly on the bed. He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly. Though no sunlight entered the halls, he knew it was almost time for the noon meal. He had overslept! The Prince sat up and was preparing to frantically dress when the door opened and his lover entered, carrying a platter laden with all of his favorite foods.
"I am happy to see you awake, melethen," the Half-Elf teased, setting the tray on the bed in front of the surprised Elf.
Bright blue eyes looked up and confusion marred the younger Elf's fair features. "Elrond, it is almost noon. Why did you not rouse me?"
Elrond kissed him gently on his brow and smiled. "You needed to rest."
"I needed to sit audience this day!" Legolas insisted.
"I am your healer--"
"You are my lover!"
"Even more reason for you to listen to me. Legolas, do not worry. I sat in for the audience, Glorfindel checked the patrols, and you can attend the council meeting tonight." Elrond sat on the bed and took his young lover's hands in his own. "Legolas, we are here to help. Allow us to do what we can. You were so tired, meleth; I did not wish to wake you."
Legolas looked at him with suspicion. "Is Ada right, Elrond?" he asked quietly. "Do you intend to take his throne from him?"
Elrond's eyes became wide, and he sucked in a sharp breath, letting it out slowly. He knew how this looked to Legolas, and he needed to reassure the Prince. "No, Legolas, I do not want to take Mirkwood from your father. I am here to help, not make things worse."
The Sinda thought for a long moment before moving the tray to the floor. When he faced the Peredhel once again, he had a sly smile on his lips. "If all has been attended to this day, then we have a few hours before we must leave this room again." Legolas drew him down to the bed, the Prince's cool, deft fingers quickly removing his robes. "I have missed your touch, my Lord," Legolas purred in Elrond's ear.
If the father was a wolf, the son was a wild cat. Legolas crept atop the Elf-lord's body, straddling Elrond's hips as he pulled the long sleeping shirt from his slender body. Elrond ran his hands up the sinuous lines of Legolas' body, pinching the pale nipples slightly before wrapping his arms around the Sinda's neck and pulling him down to his lips.
Legolas thrust his tongue eagerly into Elrond's mouth, drinking of his lover like one dying of thirst. All his worries were swept away on the tide of Elrond's lust for him and Legolas ground his arousal against Elrond's, mewing his pleasure into their kiss. He broke the kiss, and stared down into stormy eyes. "Melin chen, Elrond," he whispered, then slipped down the Half-Elf's body, nestling himself between the Elf-lord's thighs.
Elrond threw his head back and gasped when Legolas took him into his mouth. His Prince set a quick pace, drawing him into his throat and swallowing before withdrawing again. Elrond was soon panting his need to Legolas, amazed at how easily the younger Elf could master his body. The Sinda released his shaft and knelt on the bed, Elrond's legs spread wide around him. "The table drawer, pen hael," he said and Elrond quickly complied.
The Elf-prince took the phial of oil from Elrond and coated two of his fingers. Elrond groaned deeply, his eyes sliding shut, and concentrated on the sensation of Legolas' fingers within his body. The younger Elf knew how to manipulate his body, knew instinctively where to stroke to bring stars to his mate's vision. When Legolas slipped a fourth finger into the confines of his passage, the Prince leaned over to whisper against his lips.
"We must tell my father about us, Elrond." Legolas bent his fingers inside him and Elrond bucked against him, whimpers spilling from his throat. He met Legolas' thrusts, eager to find that elusive precipice that Legolas kept him balanced on. The young Elf's hand stilled suddenly and Elrond opened his eyes, finding Legolas' face hovering above him. "We must," he repeated in a commanding tone.
Elrond nodded slightly. "Aye, pen velui," he agreed. His heart raced in his chest when Legolas smiled, a sight so bright and full of hope that Elrond fell in love with the blond Wood-Elf all over again.
Legolas quickly positioned himself at the opening he had so lovingly prepared and brought their lips together just as he merged their bodies. Elrond moaned into the kiss and gripped the bedsheets in his fists until he grew used to the intrusion again. It had been several years since he had had the pleasure of Legolas' company. Legolas lifted his upper body and looked down into his lover's face. Elrond drew his legs up slightly, wrapping them around the Prince's waist. "I am ready, melethron."
The pace was slow; Legolas drew out their lovemaking, bringing Elrond steadily toward his completion. It was only when Elrond's legs fell from their position around his body, aching with fatigue, that Legolas took pity on him and quickened his thrusts. Elrond wrapped one hand around his length and stroked quickly, bringing himself to release almost immediately. The Prince stilled his movements, shuddering as the internal muscle milked his orgasm from him. He cried out Elrond's name and filled the Peredhel with his seed.
It was late afternoon before they were spent, cleaned and dressed. Standing outside their chambers, Legolas kissed Elrond one last time. "I am going to check on Lord Glorfindel. I will meet you in the council chamber soon," he said. Elrond nodded and watched the young Elf all but skip away.
The Elf-lord smiled to himself and walked in the opposite direction, only wincing slightly in discomfort as he went. He would have to give Legolas the same treatment the young Elf seemed to enjoy giving him.
Legolas was walking toward Thranduil's chambers when he caught sight of the Elda. "Glorfindel?" he called. The blond stopped, turning a wary eye on him.
"Yes, ernilen?"
The Prince rushed up to Glorfindel and smiled brightly at him. "How is Ada?" Glorfindel looked away from the inquisitive eyes and regretted it almost immediately. "My Lord! What has he done to your throat?!"
Glorfindel stepped away from Legolas, turning back toward Thranduil's rooms. "It was nothing, Legolas. A love bite is all."
"A what?" Legolas followed the Elf-lord.
"Legolas, go back to Elrond. I am going to take Thranduil into the forest now. He needs to run, to be free. He is being treated no better than a feral animal, caged and kept."
"He has injured you--"
"Enough!" Glorfindel turned blazing eyes on the younger Elf. "He did not injure me; he did nothing I did not permit him to do. Now, I will be leaving the compound with him and we will return sometime after the sun sets."
Legolas nodded silently and turned on his heel, rushing from the angry Elf's presence. Glorfindel let out a long sigh and scolded himself for his short temper. He turned to the heavy wooden door and unlocked it. Thranduil stood just inside, his amber eyes narrowed, and a low rumble came from his throat.
"I did not mean to yell at him, Thranduil," he said softly, rubbing at the bruise bite on his neck. "Come now, let us go out."
"Do you plan on putting a leash upon my neck?" Thranduil asked, stepping out of the room.
"Is there a need?"
Their gazes burned into each other until Thranduil looked away, lowering his eyes as a sign of submission. "Nay."
Glorfindel nodded and led him from the halls.
The path from Thranduil's rooms to the cave's exit was empty of other people. Legolas had undoubtedly gone ahead of them and cleared the way, as much to spare Thranduil the embarrassment of being seen as to protect the Silvan inhabitants from their changed leader. Glorfindel's footsteps echoed in the empty caverns, but Thranduil wore no boots and stepped silently through the passages.
Leaving the dark of the caves and emerging into sunlight for the first time in months was a rebirth for Thranduil. He had not realized how oppressive the burden of those rock walls had been until the moment he was released from them. The Sinda stretched, flexing muscles long neglected. His toes curled in the grass, bare feet relishing the sensation of something other than unforgiving stone beneath them.
Glorfindel noted the beauty of the cloudless day, but his attentions were more focused on Thranduil. By the light of day, the Elda could see the subtle changes in the King that were not immediately obvious before. Thranduil's substantially increased diet had, understandably, increased his weight. What was interesting to Glorfindel was that while Thranduil was no longer the lean, slender Elf he had been, the weight had distributed throughout his body as muscle mass. The blond realized now why Thranduil had been so hard to throw off earlier that day.
Thranduil could see Glorfindel's stare from the corner of his eye. He was still ashamed over his behavior that morning, but he could not deny his attraction to the stately Elf. The Wolf-King had desired Glorfindel since he had seen the blond through the eyes of the wolf in the courtyard. He was drawn to the purity he saw shining brightly from the center of the Elf's being. But, when they were close and the wolf came forth, Thranduil found himself without self-restraint and an all-consuming hunger for the Seneschal's flesh. He flushed with his thoughts, and hoped Glorfindel would think it was simply being outside once more that brought the color out in his cheeks.
The two walked through the forest, not defiling the natural sanctity with conversation. They had walked for only a quarter hour when the sound of an approaching animal startled both Elves. The wolf with the haunting green eyes stepped onto the path in front of Thranduil. Glorfindel froze, watching silently as the two locked eyes, staring intently. A moment later, the wolf turned and bolted into the trees. Thranduil looked at Glorfindel and grinned before running after the animal at full speed.
Glorfindel's surprise left him paralyzed for an instant, but even that was long enough for Thranduil to be more than a hundred yards into the thick underbrush. The Elda swore under his breath and took up the pursuit. Despite his best efforts, his quarry continued to widen the gap between them. An especially large oak tree obscured Glorfindel's view of the King, and by the time the Elda reached the tree himself, Thranduil had vanished into the forest.
The Elda released a frustrated sigh before closing his eyes and concentrating on the life around him. In the stillness of the late afternoon sunlight, Glorfindel heard the sound of a wounded animal and shot off in the direction the cry had come from. Next time he decided to take Thranduil out, he thought as he ran, he was going to put the King on a leash!
He burst into a clearing and came to a sudden halt at the sight displayed on the bright green grass. The tall, graceful Wolf-King stood over the downed buck; the emerald-eyed wolf sat to the side, panting with its exertion. Glorfindel saw the great animal kick its hind legs and saw the torn ligaments; the wolf had hamstringed it to bring it down. The Elda brought his eyes back to the King and noticed that he was without his clothing. He stood gloriously nude, his eyes a blazing yellow and his hair a golden halo about his head. Thranduil had a hand on each side of the massive buck's head and, in one smooth motion, snapped the neck, silencing the struggling animal.
Glorfindel's mouth hung open and he took a step back. Thranduil crouched and opened his mouth wide, leaning down to the throat of the dead deer. Glorfindel made a choked noise, trying not to interrupt the two beasts about to have their feast. Thranduil's gaze came to rest upon Glorfindel and the Elda heard the wolf growl in his direction. The King's feral snarl slipped from his lips and his eyes widened. He looked from the shocked sapphire eyes of his friend to the dead brown ones of the buck before dropping the animal's head and fell to both knees, his head hanging in apparent shame.
The Elda crossed the clearing with slow, cautious steps, reaching Thranduil without incident. The green-eyed wolf ate from the carcass and Thranduil's shoulders shook silently. Glorfindel went to his knees in front of the King and he reached out a hand to pet the unruly mane. Thranduil raised his head and Glorfindel's heart ached at seeing the tears clouding the amber gaze. He stroked Thranduil's cheek, wiping away the tear tracks, then brought their lips together in a tentative kiss.
They did not share words, and Glorfindel allowed Thranduil to take control of their kiss. Quickly, he became breathless from the ravaging of his mouth and pulled away from the feral Elf-lord. Thranduil pushed Glorfindel back onto the soft grass and kissed him again, sending his tongue deep into the Elda's mouth and tasting him thoroughly. Glorfindel thought Thranduil tasted wild, untamed, and he eagerly drank from his lips. Thranduil's hands roamed over his body, ripping off the shirt and leggings with ease.
Glorfindel arched under Thranduil's caresses and reached between their bodies to take the King's length into his palm. He was surprised at the sheer size of the Elf and realized they had no way to ease the act. If Thranduil intended to take him, as Glorfindel thought he did, they needed to return to the halls where they could have access to some sort of oil. Glorfindel tried to sit up, but Thranduil growled, nipping sharply at the Seneschal's nipple. He cried out and gripped the King's arousal more tightly and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure from the Sinda. Glorfindel felt his fingers become slick and he wondered at the fluid now dripping steadily from the Wolf-King's rod.
"Thranduil," he moaned, distracted for a moment by the tongue lapping at the base of his throat. "Thranduil, we cannot do this here. I want you, aye, but you cannot take me here. You will hurt me..." He tried to sit up again, but Thranduil pushed him firmly to the ground, snarling and placing his wide-open mouth across the tender artery in Glorfindel's throat. The Elf-lord knew what this was, had seen it often enough in the dog packs that roamed the human settlements around Imladris. He released Thranduil's arousal and allowed his limbs to fall limp to the ground, baring his belly to the Sinda in an act of submission.
The wolf had surfaced again, and Glorfindel now feared the act he knew was to come.
Thranduil turned him swiftly onto his hands and knees with a strength that surprised Glorfindel. The Elf-King spread Glorfindel and quickly licked at the small, tight ring of muscle. The Elda moaned, his own length beginning to throb with need. Glorfindel found himself holding his breath when the head of Thranduil's shaft pressed against the unprepared opening. For a moment, the Seneschal thought Thranduil had come back to himself, but the thought flew from his mind when the King entered him in one, sure stroke.
Glorfindel screamed his pain into the clearing, matching Thranduil's cry of possession. The Wolf-King began thrusting quickly and immediately, giving the Elf-lord little time to adjust to the size and length of him. Glorfindel whimpered, having never felt so filled, so stretched as he did taking all of the King into his body. His arousal had not abated, though, and he sought to distract himself from the burning with each inward slide. He stroked himself, tears of desire and hurt slowly making their way down his flushed cheeks. He felt Thranduil's teeth find the almost-healed mark the King had made on his neck that morning, and the Sinda bit down again, marking him anew.
The Elf-lord cried out, stroking himself with more force and thrusting back against the King, lost in the animalistic coupling. Glorfindel could feel his release building quickly, and Thranduil's grip on his hips tightened and the mighty Wolf-King let out a long shout of completion. The Elda's release followed immediately after Thranduil's, the hot seed of his lover claiming him as his own essence watered the earth.
His arms shook from his weight and he fought the sob in his chest. A mew of pain escaped his lips when Thranduil withdrew from his body, and he collapsed to the ground. Glorfindel twisted around, his eyes clenching shut at the sudden, shooting pain he felt inside. He wouldn't be surprised if he was torn slightly. The Elda opened his eyes and met the golden gaze easily. His brow furrowed with concern, though, when he saw the distraught expression on Thranduil's face.
The King was panting frantically, his eyes focused on Glorfindel's abused backside. "Thranduil?" he asked carefully, reaching to the hysterical Elf-king.
Thranduil recoiled as if burned and looked into Glorfindel's blue gaze. Horror, shame, and self-loathing swirled in the tawny depths of Thranduil's eyes. The Sinda sprung up from his position beside his lover and the dead buck and sprinted off into the deep woods, followed by the green-eyed wolf. Glorfindel called after him, but the Elda knew Thranduil would not come back.
He stood on unsteady legs, wincing with the internal throbbing. Glorfindel knew he would have to seek Elrond's help; he needed to make sure Thranduil did not injure him too badly. He would send Legolas and a patrol out after the wayward King, and then the two of them were going to have a long talk.
As the sun set, Glorfindel limped slowly back to the cold halls of the Mirkwood King and his people.
