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hannon chen - thank you

hortho ad i 'aul; rado den îdho - force the wolf back; make him sleep

si - now

îdho si, gaul - sleep now, wolf

tauren - my king

melethen - my love

cuilen - my life

goheno nin - forgive me

uireb gaulech - always your wolf

gaulen - my wolf

uireb - always

daro - stop

Meleth Vreg: Wild Love

Beta: Larien

chapter six

Six weeks later

Thranduil winced as he sat up from the bed. Last night had been one of the few occasions the Balrog-slayer had taken liberties with the King's backside. Glorfindel was still deep in reverie, and Thranduil smiled down at his exhausted lover. He stretched and quietly padded into the bathing chamber, looking over his shoulder once at the great grey wolf wrapped around Glorfindel's ankles. The Elda was safe; Hingelin would protect him with his life.

The King drew a bath and slipped his aching body into the warmed water. He relaxed into the warm embrace and closed his emerald eyes. Much had changed for the Elf-King in the last month and he was pleased once again with his life.

Lord Elrond had traveled back to Imladris three weeks ago, taking with him the King's son. Legolas wanted to visit the valley and the twins, and Elrond thought it would be helpful to have the Prince there while Glorfindel remained in Mirkwood. They had not discussed the living arrangements yet, but Thranduil promised to venture to Rivendell after the Spring thaw. Until then, he had Glorfindel to himself.

He quickly washed, plaited his hair, and donned his formal robes. He turned to Hingelin. "Watch him," he said in a low growl, and Hingelin whimpered. The wolf shifted so that he lay alongside the Elda with his large head resting on Glorfindel's stomach. "Hannon chen," Thranduil said, smiling at his companion. "I will be back by the noon meal."

Hingelin snorted, settled in his new position, and drifted back into sleep. Thranduil chuckled and left the room, going directly to the council chamber. He had a long day ahead of him, and he wanted to speak with his Chief Councilor about the audience he was to hold shortly after the morning meal. The King still found it difficult to face his subjects and his advisors, but Glorfindel and Elrond had urged him to take his place on the throne. And so he had. It had been only a week since he had taken his duties up again, and no one had spoken of his 'illness'. Reaching the council chamber, Thranduil took a deep breath, concentrated on the warmth of Glorfindel's mind hovering close to his own, and entered the room.

"How could you let him leave?!" Glorfindel pulled his long, golden hair into a single plait, glaring at the large wolf on the bed. Hingelin seemed to be smiling at him and it enraged Glorfindel further. "You know, as well as I do, he is not ready for this, Hingelin! I thought we were supposed to take care of him together." He threw on his shirt, tying the ties swiftly and snarled at the wolf. "Some help you are!"

Hingelin yipped at him and Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "Some excuse, you... mutt! I don't care if he told you to jump off a cliff -- that doesn't mean you let him do it!"

The wolf hung his head and whimpered slightly.

"All right. You are forgiven. Now, come on. Let's go fetch our master, shall we?"

Hingelin was at Glorfindel's heel within moments and the two set off for the massive audience chamber where the King was to hold court that day. Glorfindel's hands clenched and unclenched in frustration. It had not been too long ago that Thranduil could not venture from their room, and now he was holding audience without him. The Elda felt slighted as well as panicked, and quickened his pace.

Thranduil prided himself on the self-control he had learned in the few weeks Elrond had worked with him, and Glorfindel was happy for his lover. He could still recall the morning he awoke to bright, clear oak-leaf eyes looking down at him lovingly. They had made love for hours that day, though Glorfindel always remained in control of their intimacy. Thranduil did not trust himself, and the wolf would often surface near his completion. Because the beast was still so close to the surface, Glorfindel was always at the Sinda's side; Glorfindel was able to keep the wolf buried when Thranduil could not.

They reached the audience chamber, and Glorfindel could hear the King's voice through the thick door. Thranduil did not sound happy, so Glorfindel quickly entered the room to survey the scene.

The Sinda was seated on his throne, beautiful in his deep moss robes and his golden hair wild around his face. His mithril crown, adorned with the berries of winter, sat nestled snuggly in the tresses and his eyes flashed amber. A group of Men from Dale stood before him, anger showing in their faces. Glorfindel did not wait any longer and walked purposefully to Thranduil's side on the dais. The King's feral gaze fell on him and Glorfindel glared at the Wolf-King.

Once he reached Thranduil's side, he placed a hand on the Sinda's shoulder. He looked down at the confused, angry and frightened Men and concentrated on Thranduil.

You must calm yourself.

All he received in response was a mental growl; visions of ripping the Men to pieces filled his mind. He reached out again.

Hortho ad i 'aul; rado den îdho. Si, Thranduil.

Glorfindel turned his attention back to the King. Thranduil closed his eyes, locking away the tawny gaze of the wolf, and took a deep breath. Îdho si, gaul.

Emerald emerged, clear and bright as the most precious gem in Thranduil's treasury. Glorfindel let out a quiet sigh of relief and nodded slightly to the King, turning his eyes back to the Men. Thranduil did the same and smiled at them.

"Forgive me, my friends. I have been... ill. Now, you were seeking my assistance?" Thranduil's voice was steady and deep, lulling the Elda into a warm sense of comfort. He squeezed the Sinda's shoulder for a moment and let his mind wander while the King saw to his duties.

"You cannot be with me at all times, Glorfindel!" Thranduil thundered as he threw his robe onto a nearby chair.

Glorfindel crossed his arms and glared at his lover. "Why not? And, what were you thinking? Holding audience alone!"

The King turned to him, his eyes blazing gold. "I was able to long before you entered my life," he growled.

"That was before you went and merged yourself with Hingelin, Thranduil," was his calm and firm reply. "This is why you cannot be alone with others. You still cannot control yourself!"

Thranduil let out a loud roar and pounced on him, throwing them both back onto the bed. The Elda's hands were firmly held above his head in the King's large grip and Thranduil's powerful thighs straddled his waist. He looked up, undaunted, into the savage amber eyes.

"What will you do now, tauren? Will you ravage me as you did in the field? Will you rend my body with your claws and teeth?" The hand tightened around his wrists and Glorfindel could not hide the wince of pain. "Do you simply desire to hurt me because you need me so?"

The Wolf-King leaned down, opening his mouth wide and brought his sharp teeth into contact with Glorfindel's throat. They remained locked in that pose for long minutes. Finally, Glorfindel swallowed and spoke once more.

"If you desire my blood, Thranduil, I will gladly give it. There is nothing I would deny you, tauren... melethen... cuilen," he whispered.

A sound, something akin to a strangled cry, left Thranduil's throat and he freed Glorfindel's neck. The Elda soon found his wrists released and his mouth captured in a searing, needful kiss. He returned the King's ardor, wrapping his arms around the Wolf-King's neck. Thranduil pulled back and Glorfindel stared up into his lover's jade gaze.

"Goheno nin, melethen. Uireb gaulech," were the raggedly spoken words from the Elf-King.

"Gaulen," Glorfindel said, drawing his lover's lips down to his own. "Uireb," he breathed as he took Thranduil's mouth once more.

He opened his mouth and teased Thranduil's tongue with his. Thranduil eagerly took control and deepened the kiss, laying claim to the Elda's mouth. The Wood Elf deftly untied Glorfindel's shirt and bared his chest to the King's hot, willing hands. Glorfindel moaned into Thranduil's mouth, arching his back, encouraging the King's attentions.

Thranduil left Glorfindel's lips and left a wet trail down the Elda's throat, nipping the thin skin at the base of this neck. Glorfindel yelped and squirmed against the King's body, trying to bring his suddenly engorged arousal into contact with his lover's body. Thranduil continued his descent and latched onto a pert nipple, suckling at it until Glorfindel cried out in pained ecstasy. He then moved to the other bud, bestowing the same attention. When he was done, Glorfindel writhed beneath him and implored the King to take him.

Glorfindel was lost in his haze of lust. He had wanted the King to take him as a lover should, but had always understood Thranduil's reticence. Thranduil removed his leggings, baring the Seneschal to his heated gaze, and Glorfindel shuddered with need. "Please, gaulen..." he panted. Thranduil, green eyes aflame, smiled and dipped his head down, lapping at the slit of Glorfindel's erection.

The Elda cried out; Thranduil pressed down on Glorfindel's hips as he swallowed the Elf. Glorfindel strained against the King's grip and thrust his hands into the golden tresses, removing the mithril crown. "Tauren," he gasped. "Daro!"

Thranduil let him slip from his glistening lips. The Elda closed his eyes for a moment, the erotic image still in his mind.

"Do I not please you?"

Glorfindel's eyes shot open and he stared, unbelieving, at the King. Green eyes regarded him with an anxious light he had never seen before. "Aye, Thranduil, you please me. Oh, melethen, you please me," he chuckled, his length lying heavy and wet on his belly. "I want you to take me," he demanded softly. "I want to look up into your beautiful eyes, the color of the summer fields in Imladris, as you fill me and make me yours."

The Sinda's eyes flared and he nodded, standing and removing his clothes. Glorfindel fervently watched as his lover's skin was revealed, bit-by-bit, and his eyes remained locked on the center of the King's desire when the leggings fell away. Thranduil's arousal was thick, and Glorfindel had come to crave the feel of the pillar as he was impaled by the great Wolf-King. The Balrog-slayer shamelessly spread his legs, offering himself up to the King.

Thranduil reached to the night table, dipping his hands into the small bowl of oil they now kept ready. The Elda's eyes followed the King's movements as he coated his erection, and then dipped his hand again for more oil before kneeling between Glorfindel's widespread thighs. He leaned over the prone Elf and slid two well-manicured fingers into the confines of Glorfindel's body; the Elda moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Thranduil's talented fingers.

He was quickly prepared, the passage slicked and stretched by knowing digits, and soon the hot, wet head of Thranduil's arousal was pressed against his entrance. The Sinda looked into his eyes and Glorfindel smiled. "Aye," he breathed.

The King slid inside him slowly; Glorfindel trembled with the mixture of discomfort and the intense sense of possession he felt. His eyes closed and he relaxed into the intrusion, welcoming Thranduil within him. When the Wood-Elf stilled, Glorfindel opened his eyes again and gazed into his lover's face. Yellow and green stared down at him, and Thranduil began to thrust.

It was slow; Thranduil wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, holding him close, their lips constantly touching as their release built. Trapped between Thranduil's firm abdomen and his own belly, Glorfindel's shaft received just enough friction to bring him closer and closer to completion. He panted and gasped against Thranduil's mouth, his eyes never leaving the gold tinged emerald. There was no Quenya, no complicated treaty he was reciting; Thranduil's attention was on his lover and what their bodies were doing.

Glorfindel wrapped his legs around Thranduil's waist, allowing the King deeper into his passage. The King growled and took Glorfindel's mouth in another kiss. His movements became more erratic and forceful; Glorfindel slipped a hand between them to grasp his own aching flesh. Thranduil spoke into his lover's mouth.

"Come with me, melethen."

Glorfindel opened his eyes and smiled. Only green looked back. Thranduil was here, with him, and the King had pushed the wolf back. "Aye," he gasped.

Only a few thrusts later and Thranduil buried himself to the hilt one last time, crying out his lover's name and spilling his seed deep within Glorfindel. The Elda gave a twin cry of bliss and felt his own essence fill the space between them.

In the aftermath of their coupling, Thranduil turned to him. "The wolf will not come unless I call now," he said simply.

Glorfindel kissed the King's bruised lips and laid his head on his lover's chest. "Will you send me away now?"

"Send you away?"

He nodded. "Aye. You now have control. What is my purpose here?"

Thranduil lifted the Balrog-slayer's chin and stared into the sapphire pools. "You are my lover. Is that not purpose enough?"

Glorfindel smiled and Thranduil cocked his head. "I think it is purpose enough. It is a very demanding position."

The King laughed. "Aye, melethen, that it is."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous next Translations hannon chen - thank you hortho ad i 'aul; rado den îdho - force the wolf back; make him sleep si - now îdho si, gaul - sleep now, wolf tauren - my king melethen - my love cuilen - my life goheno nin - forgive me uireb gaulech - always your wolf gaulen - my wolf uireb - always daro - stop		Meleth Vreg: Wild Love Beta: Larien chapter six Six weeks later Thranduil winced as he sat up from the bed. Last night had been one of the few occasions the Balrog-slayer had taken liberties with the King's backside. Glorfindel was still deep in reverie, and Thranduil smiled down at his exhausted lover. He stretched and quietly padded into the bathing chamber, looking over his shoulder once at the great grey wolf wrapped around Glorfindel's ankles. The Elda was safe; Hingelin would protect him with his life. The King drew a bath and slipped his aching body into the warmed water. He relaxed into the warm embrace and closed his emerald eyes. Much had changed for the Elf-King in the last month and he was pleased once again with his life. Lord Elrond had traveled back to Imladris three weeks ago, taking with him the King's son. Legolas wanted to visit the valley and the twins, and Elrond thought it would be helpful to have the Prince there while Glorfindel remained in Mirkwood. They had not discussed the living arrangements yet, but Thranduil promised to venture to Rivendell after the Spring thaw. Until then, he had Glorfindel to himself. He quickly washed, plaited his hair, and donned his formal robes. He turned to Hingelin. "Watch him," he said in a low growl, and Hingelin whimpered. The wolf shifted so that he lay alongside the Elda with his large head resting on Glorfindel's stomach. "Hannon chen," Thranduil said, smiling at his companion. "I will be back by the noon meal." Hingelin snorted, settled in his new position, and drifted back into sleep. Thranduil chuckled and left the room, going directly to the council chamber. He had a long day ahead of him, and he wanted to speak with his Chief Councilor about the audience he was to hold shortly after the morning meal. The King still found it difficult to face his subjects and his advisors, but Glorfindel and Elrond had urged him to take his place on the throne. And so he had. It had been only a week since he had taken his duties up again, and no one had spoken of his 'illness'. Reaching the council chamber, Thranduil took a deep breath, concentrated on the warmth of Glorfindel's mind hovering close to his own, and entered the room. "How could you let him leave?!" Glorfindel pulled his long, golden hair into a single plait, glaring at the large wolf on the bed. Hingelin seemed to be smiling at him and it enraged Glorfindel further. "You know, as well as I do, he is not ready for this, Hingelin! I thought we were supposed to take care of him together." He threw on his shirt, tying the ties swiftly and snarled at the wolf. "Some help you are!" Hingelin yipped at him and Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "Some excuse, you... mutt! I don't care if he told you to jump off a cliff -- that doesn't mean you let him do it!" The wolf hung his head and whimpered slightly. "All right. You are forgiven. Now, come on. Let's go fetch our master, shall we?" Hingelin was at Glorfindel's heel within moments and the two set off for the massive audience chamber where the King was to hold court that day. Glorfindel's hands clenched and unclenched in frustration. It had not been too long ago that Thranduil could not venture from their room, and now he was holding audience without him. The Elda felt slighted as well as panicked, and quickened his pace. Thranduil prided himself on the self-control he had learned in the few weeks Elrond had worked with him, and Glorfindel was happy for his lover. He could still recall the morning he awoke to bright, clear oak-leaf eyes looking down at him lovingly. They had made love for hours that day, though Glorfindel always remained in control of their intimacy. Thranduil did not trust himself, and the wolf would often surface near his completion. Because the beast was still so close to the surface, Glorfindel was always at the Sinda's side; Glorfindel was able to keep the wolf buried when Thranduil could not. They reached the audience chamber, and Glorfindel could hear the King's voice through the thick door. Thranduil did not sound happy, so Glorfindel quickly entered the room to survey the scene. The Sinda was seated on his throne, beautiful in his deep moss robes and his golden hair wild around his face. His mithril crown, adorned with the berries of winter, sat nestled snuggly in the tresses and his eyes flashed amber. A group of Men from Dale stood before him, anger showing in their faces. Glorfindel did not wait any longer and walked purposefully to Thranduil's side on the dais. The King's feral gaze fell on him and Glorfindel glared at the Wolf-King. Once he reached Thranduil's side, he placed a hand on the Sinda's shoulder. He looked down at the confused, angry and frightened Men and concentrated on Thranduil. You must calm yourself. All he received in response was a mental growl; visions of ripping the Men to pieces filled his mind. He reached out again. Hortho ad i 'aul; rado den îdho. Si, Thranduil. Glorfindel turned his attention back to the King. Thranduil closed his eyes, locking away the tawny gaze of the wolf, and took a deep breath. Îdho si, gaul. Emerald emerged, clear and bright as the most precious gem in Thranduil's treasury. Glorfindel let out a quiet sigh of relief and nodded slightly to the King, turning his eyes back to the Men. Thranduil did the same and smiled at them. "Forgive me, my friends. I have been... ill. Now, you were seeking my assistance?" Thranduil's voice was steady and deep, lulling the Elda into a warm sense of comfort. He squeezed the Sinda's shoulder for a moment and let his mind wander while the King saw to his duties. "You cannot be with me at all times, Glorfindel!" Thranduil thundered as he threw his robe onto a nearby chair. Glorfindel crossed his arms and glared at his lover. "Why not? And, what were you thinking? Holding audience alone!" The King turned to him, his eyes blazing gold. "I was able to long before you entered my life," he growled. "That was before you went and merged yourself with Hingelin, Thranduil," was his calm and firm reply. "This is why you cannot be alone with others. You still cannot control yourself!" Thranduil let out a loud roar and pounced on him, throwing them both back onto the bed. The Elda's hands were firmly held above his head in the King's large grip and Thranduil's powerful thighs straddled his waist. He looked up, undaunted, into the savage amber eyes. "What will you do now, tauren? Will you ravage me as you did in the field? Will you rend my body with your claws and teeth?" The hand tightened around his wrists and Glorfindel could not hide the wince of pain. "Do you simply desire to hurt me because you need me so?" The Wolf-King leaned down, opening his mouth wide and brought his sharp teeth into contact with Glorfindel's throat. They remained locked in that pose for long minutes. Finally, Glorfindel swallowed and spoke once more. "If you desire my blood, Thranduil, I will gladly give it. There is nothing I would deny you, tauren... melethen... cuilen," he whispered. A sound, something akin to a strangled cry, left Thranduil's throat and he freed Glorfindel's neck. The Elda soon found his wrists released and his mouth captured in a searing, needful kiss. He returned the King's ardor, wrapping his arms around the Wolf-King's neck. Thranduil pulled back and Glorfindel stared up into his lover's jade gaze. "Goheno nin, melethen. Uireb gaulech," were the raggedly spoken words from the Elf-King. "Gaulen," Glorfindel said, drawing his lover's lips down to his own. "Uireb," he breathed as he took Thranduil's mouth once more. He opened his mouth and teased Thranduil's tongue with his. Thranduil eagerly took control and deepened the kiss, laying claim to the Elda's mouth. The Wood Elf deftly untied Glorfindel's shirt and bared his chest to the King's hot, willing hands. Glorfindel moaned into Thranduil's mouth, arching his back, encouraging the King's attentions. Thranduil left Glorfindel's lips and left a wet trail down the Elda's throat, nipping the thin skin at the base of this neck. Glorfindel yelped and squirmed against the King's body, trying to bring his suddenly engorged arousal into contact with his lover's body. Thranduil continued his descent and latched onto a pert nipple, suckling at it until Glorfindel cried out in pained ecstasy. He then moved to the other bud, bestowing the same attention. When he was done, Glorfindel writhed beneath him and implored the King to take him. Glorfindel was lost in his haze of lust. He had wanted the King to take him as a lover should, but had always understood Thranduil's reticence. Thranduil removed his leggings, baring the Seneschal to his heated gaze, and Glorfindel shuddered with need. "Please, gaulen..." he panted. Thranduil, green eyes aflame, smiled and dipped his head down, lapping at the slit of Glorfindel's erection. The Elda cried out; Thranduil pressed down on Glorfindel's hips as he swallowed the Elf. Glorfindel strained against the King's grip and thrust his hands into the golden tresses, removing the mithril crown. "Tauren," he gasped. "Daro!" Thranduil let him slip from his glistening lips. The Elda closed his eyes for a moment, the erotic image still in his mind. "Do I not please you?" Glorfindel's eyes shot open and he stared, unbelieving, at the King. Green eyes regarded him with an anxious light he had never seen before. "Aye, Thranduil, you please me. Oh, melethen, you please me," he chuckled, his length lying heavy and wet on his belly. "I want you to take me," he demanded softly. "I want to look up into your beautiful eyes, the color of the summer fields in Imladris, as you fill me and make me yours." The Sinda's eyes flared and he nodded, standing and removing his clothes. Glorfindel fervently watched as his lover's skin was revealed, bit-by-bit, and his eyes remained locked on the center of the King's desire when the leggings fell away. Thranduil's arousal was thick, and Glorfindel had come to crave the feel of the pillar as he was impaled by the great Wolf-King. The Balrog-slayer shamelessly spread his legs, offering himself up to the King. Thranduil reached to the night table, dipping his hands into the small bowl of oil they now kept ready. The Elda's eyes followed the King's movements as he coated his erection, and then dipped his hand again for more oil before kneeling between Glorfindel's widespread thighs. He leaned over the prone Elf and slid two well-manicured fingers into the confines of Glorfindel's body; the Elda moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Thranduil's talented fingers. He was quickly prepared, the passage slicked and stretched by knowing digits, and soon the hot, wet head of Thranduil's arousal was pressed against his entrance. The Sinda looked into his eyes and Glorfindel smiled. "Aye," he breathed. The King slid inside him slowly; Glorfindel trembled with the mixture of discomfort and the intense sense of possession he felt. His eyes closed and he relaxed into the intrusion, welcoming Thranduil within him. When the Wood-Elf stilled, Glorfindel opened his eyes again and gazed into his lover's face. Yellow and green stared down at him, and Thranduil began to thrust. It was slow; Thranduil wrapped his arms around Glorfindel, holding him close, their lips constantly touching as their release built. Trapped between Thranduil's firm abdomen and his own belly, Glorfindel's shaft received just enough friction to bring him closer and closer to completion. He panted and gasped against Thranduil's mouth, his eyes never leaving the gold tinged emerald. There was no Quenya, no complicated treaty he was reciting; Thranduil's attention was on his lover and what their bodies were doing. Glorfindel wrapped his legs around Thranduil's waist, allowing the King deeper into his passage. The King growled and took Glorfindel's mouth in another kiss. His movements became more erratic and forceful; Glorfindel slipped a hand between them to grasp his own aching flesh. Thranduil spoke into his lover's mouth. "Come with me, melethen." Glorfindel opened his eyes and smiled. Only green looked back. Thranduil was here, with him, and the King had pushed the wolf back. "Aye," he gasped. Only a few thrusts later and Thranduil buried himself to the hilt one last time, crying out his lover's name and spilling his seed deep within Glorfindel. The Elda gave a twin cry of bliss and felt his own essence fill the space between them. In the aftermath of their coupling, Thranduil turned to him. "The wolf will not come unless I call now," he said simply. Glorfindel kissed the King's bruised lips and laid his head on his lover's chest. "Will you send me away now?" "Send you away?" He nodded. "Aye. You now have control. What is my purpose here?" Thranduil lifted the Balrog-slayer's chin and stared into the sapphire pools. "You are my lover. Is that not purpose enough?" Glorfindel smiled and Thranduil cocked his head. "I think it is purpose enough. It is a very demanding position." The King laughed. "Aye, melethen, that it is."