The Effects of Loneliness

By Crow recantation

Bester of Death: This is my cuz Crow! He wanted to put this fic up and he would like some infor back. Please E-mail him at [email protected]

 

Crow: I do not own anything to do with “Lord of the rings” I am just borrowing these characters for my fic. This is a slash that means m/m pairing. If you do not like it, do not continue.  Feed back welcomed. Enjoy!

 

Elrond lay restless in his bed. He tossed and turned but still the dreams would not come. The night was warm and the crickets hummed but his bed was cold and his body agitated. With a sigh of defeat he got out of bed, rapped his dark blue robe around his naked body and walked over to his dresser. He looked in to the mirror and stared at his refection. His long brown hair was in disarray and his brown eyes filled with wisdom but also great sorrow. Elrond sometimes wondered wither eternal life was worth all the suffering he had injured. How long had he given himself in to physical pleasures? How long had he shut up his heat and starved it of love and passion? It hurt sometimes more then he could bare, and he tried to live with out passion, but he knew with out his fervor he would truly be dead.  His wife had long ago left for the world across the sea, and his children had all grown up.

 

“All I ask… is for someone to love, is that to much to ask for?” he asked his reflection.

The reflection didn’t answer but stared at him showing clearly his pain. Elrond turn form the mirror and went out on to the balcony. There were small creaks of light creaking thought the night sky. Elrond looked at the darker places and saw the last star of the evening. Elf legends said if you wish on the first or last star of the night your wish would come true. Having nothing to lose, Lord Elrond made his wish.

“I wish for someone to love…please someone to love and love me in return before my heart breaks!”

 

The sun was quickly covered by dark clouds and rain thundered down on Riverndell. Elves gathered together trying to find someways to amuse themselves, playing games, dancing or singing.  Elrond sat in a seat looking out at the rain, he loved the rain its smoothing sound rang gently in his ears bring a gentle peace to his arching heart. A cold wind from the North caused Elrond to stir from his seat. The elf eyes sight, stronger then any creature on earth could see a wondering figure staggering across the gardens. The person was dressed in a long cape, and was obviously wounded. It was only until the figure fell hard to the ground did Elrond run to the figures aid.  He took of his robe and rapped it around the caped stranger and carried him in to his private chambers. He yelled at sevral servants telling them to bring hot water for a bath, food, and fresh clothes for the stranger. Quickly Elrond took off the cape and examined the man, who was clearly an elf.

 

The elf was caked in mud, only the redness of his wounds showed any color other then the dirty brown that covered the sleeping elf.   Elrond removed the elf’s clothes, making sure that he was still modestly covered, lifted him and placed him in the bath. The elf hissed in pain as the hot water came in to contract with his wounds and his eyes flattered open for a brief moment and then closed as a smile of pleasure spread across his face.  Using a jug, Elrond filled it with water and poured it gently over the elf’s crown. Muddy brown hair tangled gave way to the water revealing the span good threads. Clumps of mud fell off enlightening the lovely pale muscular skin underneath it. Only until the water was to dirty so see what he was doing did Elrond remove him from the warm waters. Elrond laid the elf on his bed and stood back to gaze at him. The elf was young, probably no more then 500. His long gold hair lay beneath him caressing his skin, as the shadows from the candles dance on his body. Deep bloody wounds on the boy’s thighs and chest contrasted on the pale skin, like red paint on a plain canvass. Crushing herbs and weeds in his hands, took a wet cloth and rapped the herbs in it, and then took a deep breath and started to rub the ointment in to the elf’s flesh.  The elf gasped in pain and tried to move away; Elrond gabbed his wrist and whispered sweet and gentle words to him. When the elf had calm down, Elrond continued to rub in the treatment. When it came to the elf’s thighs, Elrond caught himself blushing, he did not know why. Being careful not to touch the boy in a particular place continued to clean the wounds. The if was painful for the elf, he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. His eyes opened and he stared at Elrond. Elrond looked up at the shining green eyes and smiled kindly,

 “Do not be afraid, you are among friends here”

“And where is here? And who are you?”

“I am Elrond Half Eleven, Lord of Riverndell. Who are you young one?”

The Elf took a breath and tried raised himself to look at Elrond in the eye but failed. Elrond placed his arms around the gently waist and aided him to sit up.

“My name my Lord…” The elf whispered in a gently voice coated in honey that made Elrond shiver.  “Is Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood.”

Elrond wasn’t sure wither the prince was confused or half a sleep, but Legolas had leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips and on his right ear and whispered his thanks before he fell asleep in his arms.  Elrond laid Legolas back on the soft sheets and rapped him up warmly. He slowly walked over to his window and looked outside.

“I ask the stars for someone to love, and the rain brings me him. Have the earth and the havens conspired together to bring him to me? Surly no good will come of this?”

Elrond raise his hand to his lips and traced the lingering kiss that Legolas had planted there.

 

 

To be continued…