| Free Love Fanfiction Option 2 - Legolas and Treebeard A/N: Call me perverted but when someone mentioned this, I had ideas. Sorry for some bad spellings, or wrong terms, I've probably created at least 10 Mini-Balrogs here, but when this was mentioned in Miss Cam's OFUM, the images just struck me. Let it be graphic, let there be plant love. Would this be counted as bestiality? Plantiality? *shrug* Bwaha. ROLL IT! *presses play* Once Upon A Tree. By Queen of Vegetasei aka Alita Battle Angel Legolas couldn't believe it. He was lost. HIM. He was an Mirkwood Elf! How could HE be lost?! These thoughts spiralled in his frustrated mind as he ran on through the undergrowth of Fangorn Forest, having the distinct feeling he had seen these trees before. Who was he kidding they were all starting to look alike by now. The Elven Prince also felt that some kind of cosmic joke was being played on him as he had NEVER been lost in a forest before. Usually the trees told him the correct path, but here, the trees seemed stranger, whispers he could not catch, flitting past his ear each time he reached out for them. Silence from the lack of direct speech from them. He felt dizzy from this enforced silence from the usually helpful trees. He had to get out of here. Dusk was approaching fast and he then he would never be able to continue, much less find his way out. The normally composed elf gave a deep suffering sigh as the same tree came into view once again and promptly sat down on the mossy ground. "Will I never find my way out?" He asked to no one in particular but still listened for a reply in the trees around him. Nothing. Sullenly, he stood, figuring shelter would be a smart choice to take with the approaching darkness on the horizon. After dusting his clothes off he started running again, this time looking for a suitable tree to take shelter in, or hopefully, an exit. The darkness soon even made his perfect vision hindered but Legolas thankfully located a tree among higher ones, however it was the only one both low enough for his frustrated and weary body to climb yet offered enough height for safety. Without much further ado, he softly climbed up the branches, careful not to hurt the tree with his pack before settling among the thickest looking branch, tucking his pack safely between two branches before leaning onto the main trunk to rest. The branch in question was surprisingly comfortable, lulling even his wary elf senses into half slumber before he knew it, his fingers brushing the leaves of the branches every so often in a absentminded gesture, feeling unusually safe and protected in this tree's embrace. It was a few moments before he realised that some branches were now coiled around his waist, and the leaves beneath his fingers were responding so that his finger were not wrapped around what seemed like a barkless branch which was rubbing back against his skin. Legolas's eyes shot wide open as he felt a low groan rumble through out the tree. Then he realised that the thin branches holding him were lifting him up so he was suspended in the air, limbs spread wide. The branch in his hands were now thrusting into his fist like-like- Legolas's jaw dropped as other branches came into view, and divested him of everything covering his legs except his tunic, more branches holding his arms and waist to keep him suspended as the clothing was laid out on the thick branch he had lain on. Now totally naked under his shirt tunic, he felt the branches coil around his ankle, the suspension balancing comfortably again. For the first time in his life (perhaps the second since the Balrog incident) Legolas felt panic. Cool breeze hit his naked thighs, legs and arse, the feeling odd with the rest of body clothed. Suddenly the branches moved him in front of the trunk of the tree, and Legolas was truly doubting this was a normal tree. He felt the bark against his naked skin as he was pressed against the trunk. 'This is beyond odd,' Legolas thought, hysteria fast taking over only to have all thoughts scrambled as the trunk opened a fraction horizontally in front of his lower mid section, dripping with sap, and he was once again pushed against the trunk, his eyes wide as his-- "DEAR ELBERETH!" Was that him who screamed? Legolas thought in a daze as the warmth of the tree pulled on his member with the thickly sapped opening like a mouth, making him hard and nearly crazed with pleasure. A hysteric giggle fought to come free from his lips at the mere thought of what was, what IS happening to him. He felt something long hard and dripping with sap prod at his arse. Legolas's eyes opened wide when it covered his cleft with the sap, teasingly pushing in slightly each time until he was moaning, fists clenching around the branches still in his hands with absolute need. A gasp left his lips as the branch fully invaded him, thrusting its smooth length into him and directly hitting the pleasure spot inside him hard enough to make him buck into the ever sucking opening in the tree's trunk. The branch inside him pulled out again, and slammed in with equal force, making Legolas throw is head back, eyes fluttering close as the hard and dripping length thrust in again and again, until he was nearly screaming as it furiously rode him, pushing him in rhythm into the warm heat of the opening in the trunk. Mindless with pleasure, a wordless cry escaped Legolas's lips as the opening closed tight around his cock, the branch hitting his sweet spot at the same time in perfect unison, making the Elf come so hard he nearly screamed. And did. Vaguely Legolas was aware, through his pleasure hazed mind that he was now lying back on the thick branch, panting in the aftermath for much needed air. He felt sated and tired, a combination he had not felt for a very long time. The last thought before he drifted into much needed slumber was, 'I have had many strange occurrences happen to me in my long life, but THIS I must say must be the strangest.' Then darkness closed in on his unusually happy mind. Legolas did not notice as the tree in question chuckled, the branches cleaning the elf with its leaves before replacing the clothes onto the beautiful sleeping body. "I adore elven travellers," Treebeard the Ent rumbled with amusement as he strolled his great steps through Fangorn Forest, having no trouble at all in the darkness, carefully carrying his quarry in his branches. In the morning Legolas woke at the edge of the forest, blinked for a few endless moments to try and decipher the sanity of his own mind before pulling his trousers up that little bit tighter, hauled his pack onto his back and started to walk. It was a TREE for Elbereth's sake. And Elves loves trees. Legolas took a moment to shudder, and knew with all his Elvish heart, he will NEVER look at a tree (or Ent he supposed) the same way again. End A/N: BWHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!! |