Title: In Silence
Author: Khylaren
Contact: khylaren@yahoo.com
Fandom: LOTR – AU
Rating: NC17
Warnings: graphic homoerotic (slash) content
Spoilers: None
Beta: Larien Elengasse
Cast: Galen/Melaphríl
Disclaimers: The world of Tolkien belongs solely to him, his heirs, and his estate. No profit is being made from this story, and no infringement is intended by it. Melaphríl and Galen are original characters dreamed up in my mind, so I guess, in that sense, they belong to me. 

Note: This was written for several reasons: one, as a companion piece to a story that Larien and I are working on currently called Peace Offerings, which is the sequel to Sweet Revenge. Melaphríl and Galen make their appearance in that story. After writing a few scenes with them in it, my muses tapped me politely on the shoulder and told me that I needed to let these two elves out to play a bit more, in hopes of developing their characters a little. This was the end result. Pretty much plot what plot, so don’t be expecting any.

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A light tap on his shoulder woke him instantly from his reverie, and Melaphríl rolled gracefully to his feet, pulling his cloak around his shoulders. He glanced up as he fastened the leaf-shaped pin, and saw the flash of Galen’s teeth as his lover smiled at him in the semi-darkness.

He followed Galen, climbing the slender hithlain ladder that hung against the trunk of the giant Mallorn tree. A hand met his at the top, pulling him through the circular opening of the flet, and he stepped onto the wooden platform with a nod of thanks. 

A cool and playful breeze made the leaves of the tree shake and tremble as it passed, offering brief glimpses of the star-filled sky above them. The moon hung ripe and full, casting a pale glow through the trees, and by its fair light Melaphríl saw his partner greet their fellow watchers, his handsome face serious as he questioned them about their watch. He saw them smile in response, a brief shake of their silver heads as they assured Galen that all was well, as was to be expected. 

They passed him on their way to the ladder, bidding him goodnight as they made their descent, leaving him and his partner alone on the flet.  

For three weeks it had been this way - three long weeks without his lover’s caress, save for the occasional and all too brief touches before they took their watch, and Melaphríl found it maddening. He turned to watch Galen as he took his place at the edge of the flet, and a soft sigh of appreciation escaped him. 

Waist length, flaxen hair fluttered with the breeze as Galen lifted his face to the night. Long legs braced themselves with graceful ease as his lover searched the boundaries of their watch for signs of trouble. The light of the moon revealed the finely chiseled planes of Galen’s face as he turned to meet Melaphríl’s gaze.

“Come here.” 

Melaphríl moved without a sound across the flet as he took his place beside Galen. He looked up at his partner, and saw his lips curve slowly into a wicked smile. 

“How quiet can you be, Melaphríl?” Galen asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief and something else.

“What do you mean?” he asked, wondering what new game his lover was up to.

Galen leaned close, his long hair brushing against Melaphríl’s cheek as he pressed his lips to the curve of his ear. “Can you take your pleasure without uttering a sound?”

Melaphríl swallowed, a slow fire building within him, awakened by his lover’s touch. “I…” Galen’s tongue flicked against the tip of his ear, and a quick shiver coursed through him. He swallowed again, his throat suddenly dry. “I have never tried,” he finally whispered.

“Hmmm,” Galen’s voice caressed his ear as he leisurely explored the delicate edge with his tongue. “I think you can, for me.”  His lips moved lower, pressing against the curve of Melaphríl’s neck. 

Melaphríl gasped quietly. “We should not,” he began, only to be silenced by his lover’s lips against his.  The kiss was bruising, his mouth opened by the insistent press of Galen’s lips against his own. A low moan escaped him and his lover released him abruptly.

“You are right, melethron, we should not,” Galen agreed, stepping away from him with a brief grin.
 
Melaphríl’s lips still burned from his lover’s kiss, and his body ached for his touch. They had only the one night together before reporting for duty - one glorious night of tangled sheets and sweating, sticky limbs trembling with desire and the aftershocks of spent passion. Three weeks of nothing more than brief, casual caresses had left him tense and yearning.  Galen had deliberately awakened the burning need within him with his touch and his kiss; Melaphríl thought it unfair that he would even consider leaving him in such a state.

Galen regarded him with a knowing smile. He lifted his hand and his fingers trailed over Melaphríl’s braid, letting the length slip through them. Chuckling, he turned away and faced the border once more. “When our watch ends, melethron, I will see how quiet you can be.”

Melaphríl’s pulse quickened at his lover’s words. “Aye, Galen,” he managed softly.

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Their watch ended uneventfully, and Melaphríl followed his partner down the ladder to the forest floor. They passed silently among the giant trunks of the Mellyrn and the resting forms of some of their fellow guardians. A few were eating, he noticed. Others were tending to their weapons and gear and glanced up curiously as the two elves passed by them, possibly wondering where they were headed. 

Melaphríl wondered himself as he walked silently behind Galen, his eyes following the smooth and graceful strides and watching the firm muscles beneath the leggings flex with each long and even step. They passed the last of their fellows, and still they walked, making no sound that would betray their passage through the wood. 

Galen finally came to a stop where the trees were thickest and pulled Melaphríl into his embrace. Without a word, Galen quickly divested him of his quiver and bow, letting the weapons slide to the ground at their feet. He pressed him against the smooth silver bark of a tree, holding Melaphríl in place with the strength in his hands. His eyes were startlingly blue in the clear light of dawn as his fingers pressed against Melaphríl’s mouth, warning him to silence.

Melaphríl bit back a gasp as Galen dropped to his knees and quickly undid the ties to his leggings, sliding them down over his narrow hips in a quick movement. The morning air caressed his bared skin, its coolness in sharp contrast to the warmth that suddenly enveloped his length.  He threw his head back, biting the back of his knuckles to keep from moaning at the first drawing stroke of lips and tongue on his arousal. His lover established a swift rhythm, sliding his length between his lips and drawing it deep, working him expertly until Melaphríl’s thighs trembled with the sensation of it. His breathing quickened until he was panting desperately. He bit harder on his knuckle, his eyes tightly shut as his release finally took him. He shuddered silently, spilling his seed into his lover’s throat.

Galen swallowed and let his length slide from his lips. “Very good, melethron,” he said quietly, rising gracefully to his feet. “Very good.”

Melaphríl opened his mouth to reply and was silenced by the firm press of Galen’s fingers against his lips.  Galen’s eyes held his as he slowly shook his head.

“This is an exercise in control, pen vaelui. Be silent, until I tell you otherwise,” Galen said firmly.  Melaphríl nodded, and his lover dropped his hand away from his lips.

He undid Melaphríl’s cloak and let it fall to the forest floor. His fingers worked the ties that held Melaphríl’s tunic, and he slipped it from his shoulders. Dropping it carelessly beside the cloak, his hands returned to caress the skin he had revealed.

Melaphríl shivered in the cool morning air. Galen’s hands were warm as he touched him, sliding boldly over his skin. Calloused fingertips lightly brushed his already hardened nipples and he struggled not to voice his pleasure at his lover’s touch. Galen studied him intently for a moment before a smile quirked the corner of his mouth.  He bent his head, his tongue flicking out to tease one pebbled nipple, before taking it gently between his lips.  

He quivered as Galen licked a wet path across his chest; his heart beat quickening as his body succumbed to his lover’s sure touch. His breath caught when Galen captured the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it gently. A whimper of need escaped him before he could prevent it, and Melaphríl closed his eyes, his breath hissing through his teeth sharply when Galen’s mouth and hands left him abruptly.

“Look at me, melethron,” Galen demanded.

Melaphríl opened his eyes and swallowed, his body aching with reawakened need.

Galen shook his head with a small frown. “If you cannot be silent, then I will not finish this, and you will have to wait until we return to the city.”  He leaned forward, his hands on either side of Melaphríl’s head as he teased his lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Do you want that?” he asked, his eyes rolling up to meet Melaphríl’s.

He shook his head, and his lover smiled with approval.

“Very well,” Galen said softly. “I will give you another chance.”  His smile broadened as his fingers trailed slowly down Melaphríl’s chest, lightly brushing the soft hair at the base of his arousal. “Turn around, melethron.”

Swallowing with nervous excitement, Melaphríl did as he was told. He turned so that he was pressed against the smooth bark of the tree, his arousal throbbing almost painfully as it brushed against the hardness of the trunk.  He felt his hair being lifted and pushed forward, baring his neck and his shoulders, and he shivered. Warmth and wetness caressed the newly bared skin at the nape of his neck, trailing downward between his shoulder blades as Galen licked a slow and teasing path down his spine. He brought his hand to his mouth once more, pressing the back of it against his lips to stifle any inadvertent sound he might make. He did not want this torment to stop. He most definitely did not want to wait another week before his lover touched him again. 

Strong hands slid down his sides to grip his hips, thumbs digging in slightly as Galen spread the smooth rounded curves of his bottom, opening him to his gaze and touch. Melaphríl bit his knuckles once more at the warm wet touch of his lover’s tongue against his opening. It circled the sensitive flesh with the tip, before prodding it gently, pressing inside. He squirmed, biting harder when his lover penetrated him with his tongue and he pressed his aching arousal against the unyielding hardness of the tree. The hands left his hips for a moment to press on the insides of his thighs, spreading his legs as wide as his fallen leggings would permit. Resuming their position at his hips, his lover continued his exploration.  A whimper rose in the back of his throat and stifled it, closing his eyes tightly as the tongue delved as deeply as it could. It burrowed into him with its wet heat and made him ache to be filled. He laid his face against the coolness of the tree, his eyes squeezed shut, gasping soundlessly around the press of his knuckles when the tongue ceased its torment. Galen touched his face and he opened his eyes, before taking the three fingers his lover offered him into his mouth and sucking them greedily, wetting them thoroughly with his saliva. 

Galen groaned and Melaphríl’s eyes closed as he performed his task, wetting the fingers and preparing them for his penetration.  He shivered with need and anticipation when Galen pulled his fingers away, and pressed a soft kiss against his mouth. 

Melaphríl’s back arched when his lover’s fingers penetrated him. He pressed his hand against his mouth again, silently keening in pain and pleasure as they worked their way into his tightness.  He leaned his head against the tree, panting breathlessly as those fingers filled him, stretching his opening, sliding deeper to find their mark. He quivered; his back arced almost painfully when Galen’s long fingers struck the hidden bundle of nerves deep within him. A sudden, sharp pain in his hand made him realize he had bitten himself almost hard enough to draw blood in an effort to be silent in his pleasure, but he found he did not care when those questing fingers found their mark again. 

“Very good, seron vell,” Galen’s voice was breathless with his own need as he pressed his lips against his ear, his fingers sliding in and out of Melaphríl’s body.  “You are doing quite well, but the test has only begun.”

Melaphríl’s body sagged slightly when his lover’s fingers withdrew, and he heard Galen undoing the lacings of his leggings. Rigid heat slid teasingly between his cheeks, the wetness of his lover’s arousal slick against his skin, easing the path. He tensed when Galen pressed his length against his opening and his eyes closed as his lover slowly entered him, filling him with his hardness.

Galen groaned softly and with obvious pleasure. He withdrew slightly and thrust forward again, pressing deeper into Melaphríl’s body, until his length was completely buried inside of him. 

“Ai, melethron,” Galen ground out, nipping his shoulder lightly. “You feel so good to me.” His hand swept around Melaphríl’s waist and gripped his length, sliding it slowly through his fist as he began to move.

Melaphríl’s head fell back onto his shoulder as his lover claimed him utterly, driving into him with deeper thrusts, stroking his length until he was gasping for breath. It was so hard not to groan as the pleasure filled him, taking him to the edge and holding him there until he thought he would scream. He shuddered, clutching at the tree for support as his body tightened, the harbinger of his impending release.

“Say my name, melethen,” Galen gasped, pulling Melaphríl’s hips sharply against his as he buried himself deeper into his body. “Say it!”

“Galen!” The name fell freely from Melaphríl’s lips as he came, arching and shuddering against the strong body behind him, his seed spilling across the hand that continued to stroke him. 

With a low growl of pleasure Galen found his own release, sinking his teeth into his Melaphríl’s shoulder as he filled his body with his seed.

For a moment the two elves leaned against each other, panting and gasping for air as they recovered, Galen’s hands slowly stroking the shuddering tension from Melaphríl’s body as he pressed kisses against his neck and cheek.

“Melon chen, Melaphríl,” Galen said, burying his face in the warmth of his neck. “You are perfect.”

A soft whimper escaped him when Galen withdrew from his body, and he felt an aching soreness at the loss of him. Soft kisses pressed against his closed eyes and over his cheeks and Galen’s hands lightly gripped his face.

“Melaphríl, seron vell, look at me,” Galen’s husky voice demanded, and Melaphríl opened his eyes. His lover smiled at him tenderly. “I did not hurt you?” he asked, his eyes searching.

Melaphríl cleared his throat and shook his head with a shy smile. “No,” he replied, his voice low. “No.”

Hands helped him to dress, lingering in soft touches and gentle caresses, intermixed with sweet kisses that left Melaphríl sighing. He accepted his cloak from Galen with a brief smile and fastened it about his throat once more. 

Galen pulled him into his arms, pressing a kiss against Melaphríl’s temple and sighed. “You have stolen my heart, melethen.”

“I will guard it with everything I possess,” Melaphríl replied, leaning against the warrior, feeling a sense of contentment fill him at his lover’s words. “If you will hold mine as well.”

Strong arms tightened briefly before releasing him, and Galen looked down at him, smiling. “Aye, Melaphríl. I will.”

-Finis

Translations:
Seron vell = beloved (dear lover)
Melethen = my love
Melethron = my lover (male)
Melon chen = I love you
Pen vaelui = lustful one