Meleth Vreg: Wild Love

Beta: Larien

epilogue

Ethuil

Elrond wrapped his arms around the Prince's chest, forcing him into an upright position. Legolas cried out as he was further impaled on the Elf-lord's desire.

Legolas moaned wantonly with each perfectly placed thrust; he stroked his own length with even, firm strokes and pleaded with Elrond to end their torment. Elrond suckled at the tip of his ear and Legolas could no longer hold back. His body spasmed and warm, thick fluid coated his hand.

The Wood-Elf's body tightened around him and Elrond groaned, burying his face in Legolas' neck as he came to completion inside the Prince. They remained still, panting in the late morning light, until Legolas shifted uncomfortably. "Melethen, you must release me or I fear we shall be stuck this way for the life of Arda!"

Elrond chuckled and gently withdrew from his Elf's body, sitting back on his heels and looking fondly at Legolas. The golden Prince looked thoroughly debauched and Elrond loved it. "I believe we should bathe; we are not fit as it is to greet your Ada."

A bright smile lit up Legolas' father at the mention of his father. He leaned over and kissed Elrond sweetly before hopping from the bed like an exuberant Elfling. "Aye, let us go clean up, now that you have sullied me all over again."

"Keep up with that attitude and I will take you again once we have bathed," Elrond teased, following his young lover into the bathing chamber.

Elrond watched Legolas rush forward, swept up in the strong arms of his father. The Prince adored the King, and Thranduil loved his son more that the light of Anor. It was visible to any who saw them together, how they shone more brightly because of the presence of the other. The Peredhel welcomed Glorfindel home, offering a warm embrace to one of his dearest friends. Erestor and the twins offered greetings before leading the Elda off toward his room. When Glorfindel looked back uncertainly, Elrond smiled. "I will bring him to you, meldir."

Glorfindel smiled appreciatively and turned his attention back to Elladan. Legolas came up with his father at his side and smiled happily at the Elf-lord. Elrond looked from son to father and back again. "Legolas, why don't you take your Ada's saddlebags to Glorfindel's chamber and I will escort him to his rooms personally?"

Legolas knew when he was being kindly dismissed and he nodded, taking his father's luggage and heading off after the other Elves.

Elrond brought his attention to Thranduil and looked up at the tall, proud Sinda. Thranduil's eyes were clear green once more, free of fear and the feral amber Elrond had last witnessed when looking into the King's face. The golden locks were combed and braided in the royal fashion of Mirkwood; the only telltale sign of his change now were the elongated teeth that one barely noticed. Elrond knew what to look for, but he was sure that none of the other inhabitants of Imladris would know.

Thranduil held out his arm and bowed his head slightly. Elrond chuckled and looped his arm through the King's. They began the walk to the family wing, where Thranduil and Glorfindel would remain until the Autumn. "We are pleased to have you here. Elladan and Elrohir have missed Glorfindel's company, and I know Erestor has longed for the afternoon discussions he and Glorfindel would have. Legolas has thought of you everyday; he missed you terribly."

A smirk found its way to Thranduil's lips and he turned his bright eyes to the Peredhel. "I would assume you have been able to adequately distract him from his homesickness?"

Elrond could detect a note of amusement in Thranduil's voice and he couldn't understand why. He raised an eyebrow and smiled uncertainly. "Why do you say that, my Lord?"

Thranduil leaned over, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh of Elrond's ear. "I can smell him on you, Elrond, and you on him."

The Half-Elf flushed brightly and sputtered most un-decorously. Thranduil's rich, booming laughter filled the corridor and he winked at Elrond.

"If he is happy, Elrond, I would not take him from you."

They began to walk again. "I thank you for that, Thranduil, for I do love him dearly."

"And I am sure he loves you."

Elrond nodded. Just before they reached Glorfindel's rooms, Thranduil whispered in his ear once more. "Should you break his heart, though, I shall rip your throat out. And," he said, his eyes flashing amber in the afternoon light, "you know I will."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous Translations melethen - my love Peredhel - Half-Elf meldir - friend (m)		Meleth Vreg: Wild Love Beta: Larien epilogue Ethuil Elrond wrapped his arms around the Prince's chest, forcing him into an upright position. Legolas cried out as he was further impaled on the Elf-lord's desire. Legolas moaned wantonly with each perfectly placed thrust; he stroked his own length with even, firm strokes and pleaded with Elrond to end their torment. Elrond suckled at the tip of his ear and Legolas could no longer hold back. His body spasmed and warm, thick fluid coated his hand. The Wood-Elf's body tightened around him and Elrond groaned, burying his face in Legolas' neck as he came to completion inside the Prince. They remained still, panting in the late morning light, until Legolas shifted uncomfortably. "Melethen, you must release me or I fear we shall be stuck this way for the life of Arda!" Elrond chuckled and gently withdrew from his Elf's body, sitting back on his heels and looking fondly at Legolas. The golden Prince looked thoroughly debauched and Elrond loved it. "I believe we should bathe; we are not fit as it is to greet your Ada." A bright smile lit up Legolas' father at the mention of his father. He leaned over and kissed Elrond sweetly before hopping from the bed like an exuberant Elfling. "Aye, let us go clean up, now that you have sullied me all over again." "Keep up with that attitude and I will take you again once we have bathed," Elrond teased, following his young lover into the bathing chamber. Elrond watched Legolas rush forward, swept up in the strong arms of his father. The Prince adored the King, and Thranduil loved his son more that the light of Anor. It was visible to any who saw them together, how they shone more brightly because of the presence of the other. The Peredhel welcomed Glorfindel home, offering a warm embrace to one of his dearest friends. Erestor and the twins offered greetings before leading the Elda off toward his room. When Glorfindel looked back uncertainly, Elrond smiled. "I will bring him to you, meldir." Glorfindel smiled appreciatively and turned his attention back to Elladan. Legolas came up with his father at his side and smiled happily at the Elf-lord. Elrond looked from son to father and back again. "Legolas, why don't you take your Ada's saddlebags to Glorfindel's chamber and I will escort him to his rooms personally?" Legolas knew when he was being kindly dismissed and he nodded, taking his father's luggage and heading off after the other Elves. Elrond brought his attention to Thranduil and looked up at the tall, proud Sinda. Thranduil's eyes were clear green once more, free of fear and the feral amber Elrond had last witnessed when looking into the King's face. The golden locks were combed and braided in the royal fashion of Mirkwood; the only telltale sign of his change now were the elongated teeth that one barely noticed. Elrond knew what to look for, but he was sure that none of the other inhabitants of Imladris would know. Thranduil held out his arm and bowed his head slightly. Elrond chuckled and looped his arm through the King's. They began the walk to the family wing, where Thranduil and Glorfindel would remain until the Autumn. "We are pleased to have you here. Elladan and Elrohir have missed Glorfindel's company, and I know Erestor has longed for the afternoon discussions he and Glorfindel would have. Legolas has thought of you everyday; he missed you terribly." A smirk found its way to Thranduil's lips and he turned his bright eyes to the Peredhel. "I would assume you have been able to adequately distract him from his homesickness?" Elrond could detect a note of amusement in Thranduil's voice and he couldn't understand why. He raised an eyebrow and smiled uncertainly. "Why do you say that, my Lord?" Thranduil leaned over, his breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh of Elrond's ear. "I can smell him on you, Elrond, and you on him." The Half-Elf flushed brightly and sputtered most un-decorously. Thranduil's rich, booming laughter filled the corridor and he winked at Elrond. "If he is happy, Elrond, I would not take him from you." They began to walk again. "I thank you for that, Thranduil, for I do love him dearly." "And I am sure he loves you." Elrond nodded. Just before they reached Glorfindel's rooms, Thranduil whispered in his ear once more. "Should you break his heart, though, I shall rip your throat out. And," he said, his eyes flashing amber in the afternoon light, "you know I will."