He was going to die from boredom, Faramir was sure. He had
escaped from the Shadow, only to succumb to the unbelievable dullness
of this feast.
He nodded, in a part that seemed appropriated and gave the
general he was speaking to, a polite smile. He was probably the only
Man upon Middle Earth that had a wife who was more interested in the
new weapons and war-strategies than he was. He had been a warrior for
many long years, only because his father had demanded it, and he was
fed up with that part.
It was just not his nature. He would choose a stroll under
the stars or a nice novel over a battle or a duel, any time. Unfortunately,
Éowyn did not seem to share his quiet and romantic nature. She was just
too active for him and her desire for battle and war had never eased
up.
He could not stand this conversation anymore. Éowyn was fully
concentrated on what the general was saying and they had almost started
arguing, so Faramir decided that he would definitely not be missed if
he left now. Quietly, he turned around and headed to the buffet to pour
himself another glass of wine. These feasts had always seemed terrible
pointless and unnerving to him.
Just when he was thinking of how he would find the closest
way to the exit, a piercing sound reached his ears. He did not have
to look to understand where that sound was coming from. He had never
met another person who giggled like Legolas. The elf’s laughter
was like music; childish, yet charming and it could well serve to entice
the others.
He turned around and easily spotted Legolas sitting on one
of the large tables, swinging his legs like a child, and still laughing
like mad. The King was standing right in front of him and seemed to
be equally amused. Faramir threw a look around him and noticed that
almost everyone had turned and they were watching the pair.
The Prince smiled. To cause attention had without doubt been
Legolas’ main intention. The way he was sitting right in the middle
of the hall and in front of the King himself, was surely breaking every
rule of nobility and high manners, and was therefore amusing the elf
greatly. Legolas had never really cared about the high society and their
opinions about him, so he immensely enjoyed shocking them and eliciting
their nasty comments.
Once again, he had succeeded in it. Faramir scanned the faces
in the Great Hall and saw the equal expressions of annoyance and disapprove
on everyone. However, only one surprised him.
Queen Arwen seemed ready to burst. Her eyes had narrowed
dangerously and suddenly Faramir saw that she had lost all her attractiveness.
She watched Legolas with an expression of fury on her face, and that
definitely amazed him. He had not known Arwen to be such a snob.
Without giving it further thought, he turned his attention
back to Legolas who had stopped laughing, but not smiling. His smile
was breathtaking and Faramir had found himself secretly admiring it
during several over their meetings. With the two of them being Lords
of Ithilien, he had plenty of chances to meet with Legolas and spent
some quality time with him, so he could now claim that he knew him quite
well.
Still, Legolas remained a mystery. He was too complex for
someone to read every side of his character. At first sight, he would
appear immature and irresponsible, just like Faramir had thought at
the beginning of their acquaintance, but he soon proved his intelligence
and sense of duty. There could not have been a better lord for the forests
of Ithilien.
What also intrigued Faramir on Legolas was his beauty. King
Elessar had told him that the prince’s fairness was renowned upon
his kin and that many had fought to win his heart, but without succeeding
in it. Faramir had always wondered which was the kind of person that
Legolas would fall in love with.
To be honest, he had also caught himself wondering if the
prince could ever fall in love with someone like him, but he always
dismissed that thought, realizing that it was wrong. He was married
and he ought to be faithful to his wife. Plus, Legolas was unreachable.
The fairest prince of the elven kin would never consider him as a possible
lover.
Despite all that, there were moments when Faramir could not
help but feel drawn to the midnight-blue depths of his eyes or his radiant
smile. Moments like that particular one. He was utterly lost and the
only thing that managed to shake him from this dreamy state was the
sudden look he received from the elf.
Shocked, he quickly averted his gaze, hoping that he had
not appeared too foolish to the prince’s eyes. When he dared another
glance, he found Legolas’ gaze still fixated on him and the elf
arched an eyebrow.
Not knowing what else to do, Faramir fled from the Great
Hall and without thinking he headed to the Eastern-side of the castle
which was less crowded. Having grown up in this place, he knew each
corner of it and easily found his way to a deserted balcony. He desperately
needed his privacy at the moment.
Collapsing against the railing, he cursed himself for the
intense effect a simple look from Legolas had on him. Though he had
to be honest to himself. In the last few months, it was clear that he
had begun to feel more than simple attraction to the elf. He was falling
in love with him.
It was more than clenching at his stomach whenever they spoke,
or an admiring glance from afar. Faramir was thinking of Legolas constantly.
At work, at councils, at dinner and even at bed with Éowyn, he mind
kept drifting to the blond prince.
He had stolen his breath with his appearance from the moment
they met, and now he was also stealing his heart and Faramir was hating
him for that. He wanted to have a quiet and normal marriage, but he
knew it was not possible. As soon as he had fallen in love with Legolas,
he realized that marrying Éowyn had been a mistake. They were not a
suited for each other, their differences were major. Discovering each
other had been fun at the beginning, but soon they both realized that
the gap between them was major. Only the birth of their son had somehow
managed to lighten Faramir’s heart.
The soft steps behind him, made him furious. Who had managed
to find him here? And wasn’t it obvious that he wanted to be alone?
Determined to get rid of the intruder, he turned around to see who it
was.
Whatever angered thoughts he might have had, they were all
vanished when he laid eyes on Legolas. The elf had a comfortable smile
on his face and walked determinably toward him.
“I brought you something to drink,” he said causally
and stretched his hand, handing Faramir a glass of wine. The strongest
of the buffet, Faramir realized, and he saw that Legolas was holding
the bottle in his other hand.
“I am already drinking,” the Man protested and
pointed at his half-empty glass.
“It doesn’t matter,” Legolas easily replied
and before Faramir could react, he grabbed the glass from his hand and
threw it from the balcony. Then, acting as if nothing had happened,
he seated himself on the railing, his face turned to the Man.
“You left quite suddenly,” he stated, taking
a sip of his wine, “I was worried.”
Faramir arched an eyebrow. Why was Legolas acting so weird
tonight? “I needed some fresh air,” he lied, “I did
not think anyone would notice my absence or miss me.”
“You are too hard on yourself,” the elf replied,
“I can assure you that your presence and absence are equally noticed
by many. And you were wrong about what you said.”
“What did I say?” Faramir asked. Legolas was
really puzzling him with his behavior.
“That no one would miss you,” Legolas reminded
him, “I did miss you.”
Despite the surprise and confusion he was feeling, Faramir
could not stop himself from snoring ironically. “I somehow doubt
that. You were quite distracted from your conversation with the King
to miss me.”
“You saw me looking at you.”
Faramir gulped uneasily. That was certainly true.
“And I saw you looking at me.” Legolas smiled
triumphantly and refilled his glass.
The Man could now feel cold sweat dripping from his face
and prayed that the darkness around them would not allow Legolas to
see the major blush on his cheeks. Not knowing from where to draw strength,
he brought the glass to his lips and emptied it with one sip.
“More wine?” Legolas asked cheerfully and without
waiting for an answer, he filled Faramir’s glass. “So where
were we? Ah, right! You were looking at me and then suddenly you vanished.
Why was that?”
“I didn’t vanish!” Faramir retorted angrily.
Once again, he emptied his glass. “I told you that I needed some
fresh air. And I just happened to look at you just like everyone else,
because you were drawing all that attention to yourself.” He sounded
much more irritated that he wanted.
“Do I make you nervous, Faramir?” Legolas asked
calmly, the barest hint of a smile twitching the edges of his full lips.
He drew one leg up to the railing, revealing the exercised muscles under
those incredible tight leggings. Faramir’s gaze was immediately
drawn there.
“No,” he said weakly, trying to sound as calm
as possible, “Why would you make me nervous? We are friends…”
In a second, Legolas climbed down from the railing and was
now standing directly in front of Faramir. “Then why does your
body tense when I am around you? Why does your breath become sharper?
Why do you stare at me like a hungry baby?” With that storm of
questions, Legolas moved closer to the Man, his breath now caressing
his face. “It is hopeless to try and hind your feelings, Faramir.
I am well aware of the effect I have on you…”
Without further warning, Faramir found Legolas’ lips
pressed against his and the elf’s arms wounded around his waist.
Legolas was aggressive in his kiss, his tongue demanding entrance in
the warm mouth, which Faramir happily gave as soon as he got over the
first shock. It felt like a lie, been trapped within the elf’s
embrace, their lips locked in the most passionate kiss anyone had ever
given Faramir. He responded with matching ferocity, his lips crushing
the soft lips of the elf.
Neither of them knew for how long they kissed, until Legolas
drew back, breathless. “I was right, wasn’t I?” he
asked with an evil grin, his arms still circling the Man’s waist.
Still gasping, Faramir studied the elf’s enticing face.
He wanted him, he wanted him so much that it hurt, but it was all wrong…
He was a man of honor, and his consciousness did not allow him to cheat
on his wife, no matter how badly his heart and his body begged to have
the elf. “This is wrong…” he whispered and attempted
to move away, but Legolas’ grasp tightened around him.
One of his hands moved to the back of Faramir’s head
and brought him down for another breathtaking kiss. It felt like Legolas
was trying to suck all the air from his burning lungs, while at the
same time, he was rubbing himself on him in a way that drove the Man
insane with desire.
“Do not resist it, Faramir,” he whispered huskily
when they broke apart, “I know you are crazy about me, it is written
all over your face. Do not let anyone tell you what is right or wrong.
Do what your heart commands you.”
“I want you badly, more than you can imagine,”
Faramir admitted, the words coming with difficulty, as the heat between
their bodies prevented him from thinking straight, “But I have
a wife. I must think of her.”
“I doubt that she is thinking of you, every time she
meets with the deputy commander of the Dúnedain,” Legolas commended
and smiled when he saw Faramir gasping.
“This cannot be!” Faramir exclaimed, obviously
shocked, “How do you know?”
“I have my sources,” the prince replied, smiling
mysteriously, “No let’s forget about these ridiculous details
and proceed to the most important stuff.” His mouth mercilessly
attacked Faramir’s exposed neck and he sucked and bit him with
uncontrolled desire.
His mind fogged by the wine and the growing desire, Faramir
succumbed and pushed his doubts aside. He groaned loudly when Legolas,
who had already unbuttoned half of his shirt, find a sensitive spot
here his collarbone met his shoulder and marked him with his mouth.
However, despite his clouded mind, he still was able to remember that
they should not be outside, where anyone could see them.
“Not here…” he whispered and when he managed
to tear Legolas’ lips from his body, he took his hand and carefully
led him back inside. Bringing his childhood memories back to his mind,
it was easy to take some hallways, which were unknown to the most and
avoid being seen in such a state.
Within minutes, they reached the room Faramir had been looking
for, and the Man pushed Legolas gently inside and locked the door behind
him. As soon as he turned around, he felt Legolas’ strong hands
slamming him against the door, while the elf continued what he had left
unfinished at the balcony. Faramir’s shirt was now completely
open and he could feel the elf’s lips sucking hard at his nipples,
making him writhe against him. “More, more, more…”
was all that he managed to whisper.
“Yes, more,” Legolas agreed and finally tore
his lips from the other’s chest to lead him to the bed. He pushed
him down and after kicking his boots aside, he joined him on the large
bed. He stopped for a moment, drinking in the sight of the handsome
Man in front of him.
“I still don’t think we should be doing this,”
Faramir whispered, making a last attempt to remain faithful to his loveless
wedding. But even he was not convinced that he had to stop, because
at the moment, Legolas was the center of his world. The beautiful prince
he had admired from afar for so long was now in bed with him, prepared
to do the most wonderful things to him.
Legolas arched an eyebrow with pretended interest. “So
you do not want me? You do not want me to make love to you, to make
you moan with pleasure, writhe under me, and scream my name in ecstasy,
as I am buried deeply inside you, driving you to insanity? You…”
Legolas never had a chance to finish his sentence, as he
found himself pinched on the bed, with Faramir between his legs. The
elf’s provoking words had only served to arouse him even more
and he knew he could not control himself anymore. Hazed by the burning
desire, he did not care about being gentle, tearing Legolas’ shirt
in on movement instead. Legolas smiled at the determined expression
on the other’s face.
Faramir admired the lean, hairless chest and soon placed
his mouth on it, eager to taste the elf’s smooth skin. His lips
and tongue tantalized the elf’s already hardened nipples and elicited
the first moans of pleasure from the golden-haired prince. And when
Faramir’s teasing tongue reached his navel, Legolas arched his
back, crying the Man’s name huskily.
“What about you, Legolas?” Faramir asked then,
“Do you want me? You haven’t told me so far.”
“What do you think, you stupid git?” Legolas
asked with obvious irritation, “Would I be here with you if I
didn’t want you?”
The Man smiled with satisfaction and then bent over to kiss
Legolas’ swollen lips. “You have to show me more,”
he whispered huskily at the tip of his pointed ear.
Legolas did not need further invitation to reverse their
roles and climb on top of Faramir. Wanting to drive the Man insane,
he purposely pressed their clothed erections together, creating an impossible
friction, which made Faramir scream in need. Legolas then withdrew his
hips and reached for Faramir’s member with his hands. “Please!
Please,” the gondorian prince shouted, almost at the verge of
tears from the rising desire.
“It’s time to get rid of these, isn’t it?”
Legolas teased mischievously and finally he proceeded to free the Man
from his leggings and breeches. He pulled them down swiftly and kicked
the Man’s boots aside, before he refocused on the Man’s
erection. Faramir was incredibly beautiful in his desire.
He took him in his hands and started stroking him with long
movements, bringing the think shaft to its full length. All this time,
Faramir threw his head from side to side, whispering the prince’s
name over and over. And when he felt his hot mouth closing around him,
he just couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips against him,
not caring if he hurt him.
Just when the Man thought he could not hold any longer, Legolas’
mouth suddenly disappeared and Faramir growled in frustration. “What
happened?” he asked, his eyes struggling to focus on the figure
hovering above him.
“I have other plans for the night, darling,”
Legolas laughed and sat up to pull his own leggings down, sighing with
relief, when his erection was released from the painful tightness. Without
speaking, he reached for his destroyed shirt on the floor and took a
small vial from the pocket.
“You planned this?” Faramir asked with amazement,
his head spinning at the thought that this painfully beautiful creature
had anticipated this and had made thoughts of seducing him and spending
the night with him. It was just too much to comprehend.
“It was a thought that has crossed my mind several
times, and I thought that tonight was be the perfect opportunity,”
Legolas confessed, a she carefully unscrewed the vial. Faramir shuddered
with anticipation, as he watched the elf, coating the elf with the glistening
oil, and then placing the vial on the nightstand.
Legolas shifted his position, suddenly becoming slower and
gentler than he had been the entire time, and brought one of Faramir’s
legs on his shoulder, winding the other around his waist. His fingers
searched his entrance and when he found it, he pressed slowly into it.
Faramir tensed momentarily, as it had been too long since
he was last touched that way, but immediately relaxed and let the sensations
wash over him. Legolas moved two fingers inside him, preparing him with
all the caution of the world. Faramir had the impression that this act
meant a lot for the prince.
Knowing that he could not wait much longer, Legolas withdrew
his fingers and reached again for the vial. “You do it,”
he said quietly and handed it to Faramir. The Man followed his lead
and after he had covered his fingers with the thick oil, he grasped
the elf’s erection and began massaging him slowly, their eyes
locked together all the time. The elf was gasping, his eyes glazed with
desire, and Faramir could not help but draw their lips together for
a fervent kiss, never taking his hands off Legolas.
The elf was the one who broke the kiss, gently pushing Faramir
back on the mattress and positioning himself between the Man’s
spread thighs. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he said seriously
and when the Man nodded, he began pushing in.
Faramir squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips hard, but
he still did not manage to stifle his cries. It hurt, it had been so
long since he had last been stretched that way, but he still could not
stop. Not now, he was with Legolas now, his dream was coming true.
Alarmed by the tensed expression on his lover’s face,
Legolas stilled his motions and brought one hand to the Man’s
damp face. “Are you all right? Does it hurt?” he asked with
concern.
“Yes,” Faramir admitted, his voice husky, “but
you cannot stop. I will die if you do, you have to continue.”
Legolas smiled at his words, thinking of how much they echoed his own
thoughts.
Determined not to hurt the Man anymore, he moved very slowly,
until he was fully sheathed in the hot tightness. He gave them both
a few moments to adjust and then he began thrusting. They moved together,
their bodies twitching and bucking restlessly, as their loud moans filled
the room.
Faramir was in heaven. He had never been taken so utterly,
so possessively. He wanted to be marked by Legolas, to be owned by him.
Watching the breathtaking elf moving against him, slamming his erection
deeper and deeper, going mad with passion, Faramir could not hold back
anymore.
He came hard, screaming Legolas’ name at the top of
his ecstasy, sure, that he could never experience higher emotions than
these. Feeling Faramir’s body closing and tightening against him,
Legolas lost it too. With one long thrust he emptied himself inside
the Man’s body, moaning loudly in his own language.
They lay entwined for many long minutes, the elf still inside
Faramir, and waiting for their breathing to slow down. After what seemed
like hours, Legolas pulled away and snuggled closer to his lover, pulling
the covers around them.
“So, have I met your expectations?” he teased,
while he rested his head on the Man’s broad chest.
“I never imagined it could be like this,” Faramir
replied with honesty, “I could never imagine that you would want
me, Legolas. You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this.”
“Oh yes, I do,” Legolas said with an evil smile
and turned his head so that he could see the Man’s face, “You
thought that I hadn’t noticed the way you looked after me, how
you desired me. But it was obvious to me. I have been around longer
than you.”
“Yet, you still do not know the whole truth,”
Faramir said sadly, “I did not just desire you.” He felt
the elf tense against him, and subconsciously tightened the grip around
his waist. Please don’t go now, he begged silently.
“Faramir, you must know that I do not desire attachments,”
Legolas said, his tone serious and somehow sad, “I cannot promise
you that I will love you back or live the rest of my life with you.
You are a mortal man. I will not allow myself to fall for you, or else
the grief afterwards will kill me.”
“Yes, I understand,” Faramir said, fighting away
the tears. It is all right, he said to himself, he still made love to
me and told me that he wants me. That is enough. But it was not and
he knew it.
“We can still be close to each other and share moments
like these,” Legolas continued, oblivious to the emotional battle
his lover was in, “I cannot deny that I feel affection for you
or that I am attracted to you. We can be lovers, but just that. Besides,
there is also someone else.”
It was Faramir’s turn to tense. “Someone else?”
he asked, instinctively hating the person who had the chance to share
this intimacy with the elf. “Someone you love?”
“Someone who asks the same questions like you and gets
the same answers like you. Someone I also cannot love, even though I
would like to. Just like you.”
Faramir was relieved a bit, but the small knot remained at
his chest. “So,” he said, pretending to sound casual, “Won’t
this someone be disappointed that you spent the night away from his
bed?”
“This someone will be busy tonight, reassuring his
wife that she does not have competition,” Legolas replied, running
his hands over Faramir’s face, “She was quite outraged the
last time I saw her.”
Suddenly, something clicked in the prince’s head. “Arwen…”
he whispered, recalling the menacing expression on the queen’s
face, while she was looking at Legolas.
The elf sat up and took Faramir’s face in his hands.
“You are a clever boy,” he said quietly, before bending
to place a tender kiss on the other’s lips. “You realize
that this must remain a secret. Both our relationship and what I just
told you.”
Faramir did not reply immediately and it was doubtful that
he had even heard Legolas’ words. “So, you seem to have
a liking for married Men,” he said, half-serious, half-teasing.
“No,” Legolas smiled, “I only have a liking
for beautiful, married Men.” With that, he claimed the Man’s
swollen lips in a fervent kiss, attempting to erase all questions from
his mind.
“You know, of course,” he said when they pulled
away, “That my clothes are destroyed and I cannot leave the room
without them.”
A cheeky smile brightened Faramir’s face, as he clasped
his hands tight around Legolas’ warm body. “I can get you
new ones, but until then I think it would be wise to seize the opportunity
of your inability to get out of the room, wouldn’t it?”
“That was the best idea you had all night!”
The End.
