The silence was so thick that it seemed liked a blanket covering the trio. Haldir did not know whether to be affronted or amused and he could see that his cousin itched to draw his deadly knives from their sheath at his back. He looked into Boromir's eyes and realized that the man was baiting them. Was it because Legolas was so obviously jealous or simply because Boromir enjoyed games? Haldir could not decide.
"Well?" Boromir tapped his foot and his eyes went from one elf to the other. "Speak up or I shall have to make the choice on my own."
"Your arrogance astounds, Boromir," Legolas finally found his voice. "What makes you think that either my cousin or I are interested in you?"
"One can but ask," he replied and began pulling on his wet breeches. "Since neither of your are interested, then we should return to the rest of the party."
"That would be for the best, I think,"
Haldir said with relief.
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The lament for Gandalf went on until nearly dawn and Boromir found himself unable to sleep, despite the soothing elven voices. The words were alien to him, but not the tone, and his anxiety returned. He could see no solution to their problem now that Gandalf was gone and he had no hope that his beloved Gondor would last against the forces gathering at Mordor. All his feelings of helplessness rushed in to fill the void in his heart.
He felt a tingling sensation and knew he was being observed. Rolling on to his back, he saw Legolas sitting not far away staring at him. Getting to his feet, Boromir approached the elf. "Are you still angry at me for my little joke?"
"Were you jesting?"
"Your attitude angered me." Boromir made his admission with deep reluctance. "I did not set out to seduce Rumil and I do not believe he set out to seduce me."
"And Orophin?"
Boromir rolled his eyes. "I do not know what his involvement was, but I can guess. Why do you care? And do not feed me a story about your position as guardian of the fellowship. We all volunteered our skills to protect young Frodo."
Legolas looked deeply into Boromir's eyes and he shivered. He could smell death upon the man and knew that time grew short for the warrior of Gondor. "Very well, I will tell you. I find you attractive, although I cannot explain why, for I have heard that you are—shall we say—popular among certain elves."
"Lord Elrond's sons," Boromir supplied. "I made no secret of them, nor they of me. In the White City, I am a general, a leader of men, and the son of Lord Denethor. My responsibilities have left me no time for love or relationships that last longer than one night. Always my one purpose in life has been the defense of Gondor and I have been meticulously faithful to my duty. For the first time I find that I can be both faithful to Gondor and to myself. Here, among the elves, I have the ability to be more than Denethor's son or the protector of Gondor. I can," he struggled to find the right word. "I can let down my guard and be Boromir."
Legolas reached out and laid his delicate looking fingers upon Boromir's wrist. He felt the steady pulse beneath his calloused fingers. Now he understood Boromir. He understood the arrogance and all that it masked. Leaning forward, he touched his cool lips to the spot just below the man's ear. The skin was warm and salty. The beard tickled his nose. With one hand, he turned Boromir's face towards his own and placed a soft kiss on the full lips. He stared into the man's eyes, noting how the fine lines had grown deeper in the days since Gandalf's fall. He kissed each eyelid. He kissed the broad forehead and over a vein throbbing in Boromir's temple. He kissed a high cheekbone and then nuzzled his lips against the dimple hiding beneath the thick beard.
Boromir threaded his hands beneath Legolas' thick blond hair and pulled the elf's head lower, offering his throat and anything else he wished. He felt his heart lighten as Legolas caressed his flesh with gentle hands and soft kisses. Unlike his other trysts, there was no rush of desire or frantic need. In some way, Legolas was different, as though what lay between them was not lust, but, in fact, the love he craved. And perhaps that was so, for Boromir knew his loneliness ran deep and longed to find one who could fill the emptiness of his soul. That he may have known such a being for many months and not understood occurred to him. He shut off his mind, concentrating not on mistakes or guesses, but rather Legolas' tender love making.
Legolas pulled open Boromir's shirt, exposing
the hairy chest and the dark bruises of his
previous lover. He felt a twinge at the sight of the love marks, but pushed
the unbidden images of Rumil and Boromir aside. Instead, he pressed his lips
to each mark, as if trying to erase them with his own brand. Boromir's breath
stirred his hair and tickled his ear. Insistently, he pulled Boromir until
the man sat on his lap. He placed his hands between Boromir's thighs and squeezed
the stiffening flesh and felt the warrior tremble in his arms.
The warrior lay his head on Legolas' shoulder and clasped his arms around the strong shoulders. Legolas, like all the other elves he'd met, appeared so delicate yet was so unbelievably strong. He felt safe with them, in a way he'd never felt with his own kind. He longed to give himself to Legolas, to give everything he was, every thing he had, to the elf. Lifting his head, he kissed the corner of Legolas' mouth. "I am yours," he said hoarsely.
Legolas stilled for a moment, uncertain of what Boromir meant. Then he glanced into the warrior's eyes and his heart nearly broke at what he saw. Gone were the layers of arrogance and coldness. The ruthlessness which he'd so frequently demonstrated was replaced by a vulnerability that surely none had ever before seen. And he knew that he desired far more from Boromir than any other had ever demanded. Legolas tried to gain control over his emotions, lest they betray him, but he was unable. "I will take all you have to give and demand much more in return. I will share you with no other and I will make you mine in every way."
Sharp, hard fingers dug into his back and Boromir felt the tension in Legolas' body and he was afraid for a moment. He recalled Legolas' face as Gandalf fell into the abyss and his fear evaporated. He raised his eyes to Legolas' face. "Take what you will."
He pushed Boromir off his lap so that the man lay on the soft moss beneath the tree. In the shadows of the Mallorn, where none could see them, Legolas covered Boromir's body with his own. He lay stretched out on top of the steward's son with their chests and hips pressed close while Legolas delved his tongue deep into Boromir's mouth, as if sealing a pact between them. The edges of his thumbs pressed against Boromir's cheekbones as he held the man still and kissed him until both were breathless.
Boromir tugged at Legolas' braids, unraveling them so that he could drag his hands through the silky waves. The blond mass spread around him, blinding him, reducing the shadows between them to near darkness. All Boromir could see were Legolas' vivid blue eyes.
Legolas lifted his head for a moment and then dipped his head down and kissed Boromir's chest, tracing his tongue lightly over old scars. He raked his tongue over a nipple, flicking it back and forth until Boromir squirmed. Moving down, he kept his lips and tongue moving over the salty skin, drinking in Boromir's unique flavor. He kissed down the center of Boromir's chest until he reached the small, circular indentation of his navel. He swirled his tongue around the opening while his hands slowly caressed Boromir's thighs. He rubbed his face against Boromir's crotch next and sighed as the man's hips cleared the soft moss. Slipping his hands inside the legging's waistband, Legolas ran his fingers around the sweaty skin. Then he moved his hands and unlaced the breeches. He'd imagined what Boromir would look like and how he would taste many times. He trembled with excitement as his fantasies came to life before his eyes.
Pulling the leggings down until they pooled around Boromir's ankles, Legolas delighted in the strong legs encased in their covering of dark blond hair. The heavy cock stood stiffly, weeping from the small slit in the purpled head. Cherry colored balls snuggled tightly at the base. His eyes drifted lower and Boromir spread his legs wider, exposing the tiny hole between his cheeks. Legolas lifted his head and met Boromir's gaze. He read hunger and need in the depths and felt an answering call deep within himself.
He lowered his head without breaking eye contact with Boromir. His tongue snaked out and danced over the man's heavy cock and it twitched in response. He rocked forward and he lapped at the clear fluid puddled on Boromir stomach. Hands gripped his hair and nails dug at his scalp, but he did not notice as he moved lower still until he could suckle the tight balls beneath the cock. He heard Boromir keening softly as he sucked one into his mouth and slowly dragged his tongue over it so that the balls rolled in their sac. He pushed Boromir's thighs open wider as he worked his way over the small space between the man's balls and his puckered hole. He did not pause as he slipped his tongue past the thick ring; pressing in as far as he could, with his nose ground against Boromir's sac. The hands in his hair tightened painfully for a moment and then released him. He felt his hair lifted and spread around his shoulders. He glanced up and could see nothing beyond the curtain of hair draped over Boromir's thighs and stomach. He moved his right hand and inserted a finger beside his tongue and moaned as he felt the opening constrict.
Boromir closed his eyes as the soft hair spread over his thighs and stomach. He felt Legolas' tongue slide into him and he whimpered softly. When fingers joined the wriggling tongue, Boromir spread his legs as far as he could. The moss was soft and springy beneath his back and his scent mingled with the scent of the woods and Legolas. Distantly, he could hear sounds, but nothing intruded their self-made sanctuary.
Legolas raised himself up and began unlacing his tunic. Boromir watched him with smoky eyes. The elf did not think he'd ever seen anything so exhilarating as the man laying spread eagle before him as he undressed. When the last of his clothing lay in a heap atop Boromir's leggings and shirt, he knelt again between the warrior's knees. Boromir's arms came around his shoulders and pulled him down until their lips met. His hair fanned over his back and shoulders and over Boromir's face.
Boromir allowed his hands to roam over muscular shoulders and down the smooth back. He twisted his head so that he could nip and bite Legolas' long neck. Golden hair blinded him and filled his mouth. He could taste and smell the silky strands. Legolas' skin tasted like sweet, ripe strawberries. His cock twitched as Legolas rubbed against him, grinding their cocks together slowly until Boromir thought he would go mad with pleasure.
Legolas placed his arm under Boromir's knee and pushed until the long leg pressed against Boromir's chest. He expected some resistance, but got none. Rather, Boromir hooked his other leg behind Legolas' bottom and held him tightly. His cock grazed the tiny hole and he saw Boromir's eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he pushed against the opening. He prodded gently, encouraging the muscles to open willingly for him. He felt the tight ring give slowly; stretching around him and then squeezing again so tightly that he nearly lost control. He braced his hands on either side of Boromir's head and began rocking slowly, refusing to hurry. He whispered in the warrior's ear and his tongue brushed against the delicate ridges.
Boromir moaned, encouraging Legolas to move within him. He pressed his face to Legolas' neck and his teeth grazed the sharp collarbone. The slow, sensual movements above him sent him spiraling higher and higher and felt the pleasure building within him. Boromir gritted his teeth as Legolas brought him nearer the edge. He refused to give in to his release, despite his body's need. He only wanted the exquisite pain to go on and on.
The elf felt Boromir's body tense. The muscles squeezed his cock with each deep, slow thrust. His hands dug into the earth as he clung desperately to his own self-control. His only true need was to hear Boromir call his name as their seed spilled between them. He heard Boromir's harsh gasps and knew how hard the man fought his release. Legolas reached between them and clasped Boromir's cock in his fist. The body beneath his arched as he stroked the satin hardness.
Boromir breathed against Legolas' neck. He squeezed his eyes shut as the elf stroked him inside and out. Heat spread across his loins and up his chest. Every muscle in his body tensed and he growled deep in his throat.
Haldir paused and cocked his head to one side.
He listened carefully and heard a harsh male voice call out to Legolas and
he smiled. It was, after all, just as well, for Boromir belonged to the fellowship,
not to the Golden Wood. The arrogant warrior was right where he belonged.
He turned away, leaving Legolas and Boromir their privacy.
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