Title: The Dragon and the Ring
Author: Maeglin Yedi ([email protected])
Website: http://forever-rebel.net/maeglinyedi/
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The Dragon and the Ring 8
By Maeglin Yedi
The silent whispers of the trees around him calmed Legolas and he carefully stroked the bark of a century old Oak. But even though the presence of the trees calmed him, he still felt confused. Frightened even.
The things Gandalf had told him were constantly on his mind. The possibility that the Dark One had shared his dream. Or that he had shared the dream of the Dark One.
The dream itself had scared Legolas but the knowledge that Beliar might know of it frightened him beyond anything. Because in his dream Legolas wanted the Dark One. And did not hesitate in letting the other Elf know about his desires. But in the world outside his dream Legolas felt confused about his feelings for Beliar. He could not possibly be attracted to a creature that was evil. Who was raised by the two most powerful Dark Lords Middle Earth had ever seen.
Lost in his thoughts Legolas wandered through the trees and listened to the sound of water running peacefully in one of the many rivers of Imladris. He wished that he could just leave all of this behind. Mount his horse and ride back to Mirkwood as fast as he could and never think about the Dark Elf again.
But he had given his word to Lord Elrond that he would stay. The Elven Lord had told him that important things were about to happen right here in Rivendell and Legolas had told the Lord of Imladris that he would stay to be of assistance. And now Legolas almost regretted saying those words. Because staying in Rivendell also meant that he would have to stay close to Beliar. Because even though he was walking deep into the woods of Rivendell, Legolas knew that as long as he would stay here, he would never be able to stay away from the Dark One.
“Talking to trees again, my young Prince?”
The low, silky voice sent shivers across Legolas’ spine and he spun around on his feet to look at the person who had spoken.
Beliar was casually leaning against a tree and looked at the Elven Prince with an amused smile playing across his face.
“What are you doing here?” Legolas asked and he noticed that his voice trembled slightly.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Beliar said and slowly walked toward Legolas.
“I asked you first,” Legolas quickly said and took a few steps backwards.
Beliar narrowed his eyes and closed the distance between himself and the Elven Prince. Legolas’ back was pushed against a tall Pine tree and he looked at the Dark One with wide eyes.
“I am looking for answers,” Beliar whispered and Legolas felt his warm breath on his face. The Dark Elf placed both of his hands on the tree behind Legolas and trapped the young Prince between his arms.
“If you want answers, you should ask questions,” Legolas said and tried to get his breathing under control because the closeness of the other Elf sped up his heartbeat and turned his intakes of breath into ragged gasps.
“Answer me this, my sweet Prince,” Beliar whispered and leaned his face even closer to Legolas’. “What spell are you using? What curse have you put upon me?”
Legolas blinked. He had no idea what the other Elf was talking about. He stared into the deep brown eyes that were looking at him with curiosity and anger and Legolas swallowed deeply.
“I... no spell... I did not use anything,” the Elven Prince whispered and in response Beliar pushed his body against Legolas’.
“I do not believe you,” the Dark One whispered into Legolas’ ear and the Elven Prince shivered violently. He wanted to push the other Elf away but his arms were hanging besides his body motionless. He couldn’t move them. He couldn’t move any part of his body and he felt a strange mixture of fear and desire now that the Dark One was leaning against him.
“You must be using something, to make me feel like this,” Beliar continued and brushed his lips across Legolas’ cheek softly.
“Because I never feel. I take.”
Legolas closed his eyes and tried not to lean into the touch of the Dark One’s lips against his skin. He tried not to think about the dream in which he desperately wanted to feel Beliar’s lips on his skin and on his mouth.
“Let me tell you what happened to your dear friend Glorfindel,” Beliar said in a hoarse voice while he continued to tease Legolas’ soft skin with his lips.
“I saw him. I wanted him. And I took him.”
Legolas slowly opened his eyes and realized that they were filled with tears. He blinked and felt a single tear make its way down on his cheek. Beliar pulled his face back and stared at the Elven Prince intently.
“Does it upset you, my sweet Prince?” he asked softly and Legolas nodded.
“Yes, but not for the reasons you think,” he whispered. Beliar raised an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly.
“Do explain,” the Dark One said and pursed his lips.
“I do not feel pity for Glorfindel, if that is what you may think. He is a strong warrior and he can take care of himself,” Legolas whispered and dared not look into the Dark One’s eyes.
“But it saddens me that you have never before had the chance to feel. That you were raised to believe that it is wrong to feel.”
“I do not want your pity, Prince,” Beliar hissed and Legolas finally found the courage to look into the other Elf’s eyes again.
“I do not want to offer you my pity, Beliar. But you are on my mind. Constantly. And it confuses me because your words say that you do not feel but your eyes tell me a different tale.”
Beliar’s face showed no emotion at all but his brown eyes had darkened considerably. He stared at the Elven Prince and kept silent. This gave Legolas the courage to say more. To tell Beliar what was hiding his heart.
“You make me feel confused but at the same time I know what I want when I’m around you,” Legolas whispered and slowly raised his left hand and let his fingertips run across Beliar’s cheek.
“And you know what I want. You have seen it already. Those dreams spoke of an event that never happened but they are not lies. Because what I feel in those dreams I also feel in this world.”
Legolas kept silent for a few moments and waited for a response. But Beliar said nothing. His body was tense and his lips pursed but his eyes told Legolas all he had to know. Beliar knew how Legolas felt because he was also feeling it.
Legolas leaned his face forward and brushed his lips against Beliar’s. The Dark Elf did not move and stood perfectly still when Legolas kissed him. The Elven Prince smiled and kissed the Dark Elf again. This time Beliar responded slowly and returned the kiss hesitantly. Legolas moved his lips softly and ran the tip of his tongue across Beliar’s bottom lip. The Dark Elf opened his mouth slightly and Legolas gently darted his tongue out, daring the other Elf to do the same. He could feel Beliar’s rapid heartbeat against his own body and slowly but surely the other Elf gave in to their kiss.
Their tongues caressed each other and explored the other’s mouth. Legolas lifted his other hand and cupped the back of Beliar’s neck while he pushed his body against the other Elf. The kiss became more passionate and Legolas closed his eyes and gave himself over to the other Elf’s ministrations.
Beliar pushed him back against the tree and pushed his groin against Legolas’. That drew a soft moan from the Elven Prince’s mouth while he ran his hands through Beliar’s long, black hair.
Suddenly the Dark Elf pulled back and Legolas had to grab hold of the tree behind him to keep his balance. His knees felt weak and his body was trembling. Beliar stared at him with flushed cheeks and eyes dark with lust.
“No,” the Dark Elf whispered and Legolas wanted to put his hand on Beliar’s shoulder but the other Elf slapped his hand away.
“No!” Beliar said, this time with much more force and he pushed Legolas back against the tree hard. The Elven Prince winced silently when the back of his head collided with the tree but he kept his eyes on Beliar. The Dark One’s eyes were shining brightly and it took Legolas a moment before he realized that they were filled with tears.
“I will not give into this,” Beliar said with a trembling voice and spun around on his feet. Before Legolas could stop him the Dark Elf had disappeared between the trees.
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“So you are a man who is friends with the powerful Lord of Rivendell and you’re having relations with the most notorious Elf in the history of Middle-Earth,” Boromir stated while he walked next to Aragorn.
The Ranger looked up at the other man and grinned.
“I am not having any relations with Beliar. I have merely traveled with him for a while since we had a common destination. And do not worry about him, Lord Elrond has him under control now that he is in Rivendell,” Aragorn said and Boromir snorted.
“The fact that he really exists is only proof that no one can control him. He is thousands of years old and has survived every great battle of the second and the third age,” the man from Gondor said and Aragorn nodded his agreement.
“That he has but the reason for his stay here is one that does not go against our own goals. So you will just have to accept his presence, like all of us,” the Ranger said and Boromir pursed his lips. He looked at the other man and studied him briefly. A tall man, muscular and with a light pace. Long, black hair and a light beard covered his otherwise handsome face. And light-blue eyes were staring at him.
“What business does a man have in the house of Elrond?” Boromir asked with a smirk and Aragorn smiled.
“Let’s just say that I have known Elrond for some time now and that Rivendell is like a home to me. But tell me, Boromir. Why would the son of the Steward of Gondor want counseling from an Elven Lord?”
Boromir glared at the other man shortly. There was something about Strider that made the hairs on the back of his neck rise and send shivers down his spine. This man was a warrior, that much Boromir could tell. But he was not from Gondor or from Rohan. His clothes looked unfamiliar and the sword that was hanging from his side looked well used but the make was unrecognizable.
“That is something that does not concern you, Strider. It is meant for Lord Elrond’s ears, not yours,” Boromir said rather arrogantly and Aragorn shrugged. The Ranger had to smile inwardly because he knew that Elrond would share any news from Gondor with him anyway.
“This way,” Aragorn said politely and gestured for Boromir to walk up the stairs that led into Elrond’s house.
They kept silent for the rest of the way and glanced at each other briefly when they thought the other wasn’t looking. Finally they reached Elrond’s private quarters and Aragorn knocked softly on the closed door.
“Come in.”
The Ranger opened the door and gestured for Boromir to enter. The man from Gondor stepped into the room with his head held high and looked at the old man and the Elven Lord who were sitting in large chairs in front of the burning fireplace.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you, Lord Elrond, but I have some urgent business I would like to discuss with you. My name is Boromir and I am the son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor,” Boromir explained and bowed lightly at Elrond, who had gotten up from his seat.
“Welcome, Boromir, son of Denethor,” Elrond greeted him and bowed lightly in return.
“I assume you have already met my dear friend Strider?” the Elven Lord asked and Boromir nodded.
“Good. This is my friend Gandalf the Grey. Whatever it is you want to discuss with me, you can say in front of them. They are not only my friends but I also like to think of them as my advisors,” Elrond said and Boromir glanced briefly at Aragorn who couldn’t hide a satisfied grin.
“Well, I trust your judgment, Lord Elrond,” Boromir said hesitantly and licked his lips rather nervously.
“Why don’t we all sit down and I’ll call for some refreshments. You must have traveled for a long time, Boromir,” Elrond said and gestured towards a few empty chairs.
Just as Boromir and Aragorn wanted to sit down the closed door to Elrond’s private chamber blew completely out of its hinges and landed on the floor with a lot if noise.
Out of instinct both Aragorn and Boromir drew their swords and turned around to see who had blown the door open.
Beliar stood in the doorway and glared at Gandalf with almost black eyes.
“You!” he growled as he entered the room. Gandalf rose from his seat and looked at the Dark Elf calmly. Boromir wanted to charge at the Dark One but with one single flick of Beliar’s hand both Boromir’s and Aragorn’s swords flew from their hands and landed on the other side of the room.
“Beliar, please calm down,” Elrond said and looked directly at the Dark Elf, who was now standing in front of him.
“I will not calm down. That old grey fool has cursed me!” Beliar said and Elrond raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“You have to trust me, Beliar. Gandalf has not cursed you. I give you my word,” the Elven Lord said and Beliar looked a little confused. He blinked and looked from Gandalf to Elrond and back to Gandalf.
“Then I want him to explain why I feel this way. I’m convinced that this meddling old coot has something to do with it,” the Dark Elf snarled and Gandalf smiled at him patiently.
“Why don’t the two of us take a little walk, my boy and we will discuss whatever is on your mind,” Gandalf said soothingly and Beliar glared at him but nodded anyway.
“Elrond, I will talk to you later,” Gandalf said as he picked up his staff and walked towards the door, which was lying on the floor.
“Gentlemen,” the Wizard greeted Boromir and Aragorn with a nod of his head and walked out of the chamber, the Dark Elf only a few feet behind him.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Elrond said with an amused smile. “Since the door of my chamber won’t give as any privacy anymore, I suggest we continue our conversation in a different room.”
The Elven Lord walked out of the room and both Boromir and Aragorn went to pick up their swords on the other side of the room.
When they both bent down Boromir glanced at Aragorn and narrowed his eyes.
“Oh yes, I can see it clearly now. Elrond has that Dark Elf under control, no doubt about it,” he said sarcastically and Aragorn straightened before he responded. He sheathed his sword and looked at Boromir defiantly.
“Are you suggesting that Elrond does not have any control on Beliar?” the Ranger asked innocently and Boromir rolled his eyes impatiently.
“I’m not suggesting it, I’m saying it. Because what I just witnessed had nothing to do with control,” the man from Gondor spat out and Aragorn laughed loudly.
“Trust me, Boromir. If Elrond wouldn’t have had any control on the Dark One, both of us would have been dead by now,” the Ranger said and Boromir paled visibly. That made Aragorn laugh even louder and he ignored Boromir’s angry glares as he walked out of the room.
TBC in Part 9