5. Redemption of an Elf-Knight
The days that followed were quiet as Elrohir started healing. Legolas was by his side at all times, tending to him, easing his pain. Elrond had to step in at times to force Legolas back to his rooms to rest, and always gave in when Legolas was once again by Elrohir's bedside, watching over him, just a few hours later.
And so Elrohir recovered, the subject of his mate's adoration, but still, he could not help but feel cold every time he thought of how he had hurt Legolas those weeks ago. Even now, Elrohir could tell that Legolas was hesitant at times with his ministrations, as if he were unsure of his place.
Once Elrohir was well enough to start walking on his own and had been allowed to move out of the healing houses back to the chambers he shared with Legolas, he started disappearing for hours on end. At first, Legolas would grow frantic, turning the entire household upside down searching for him in vain. But as the days went by, and Elrohir still continued to disappear without any explanations, Legolas started to feel familiar doubt eating at him again. Not that Elrohir was ignoring him when he was around. In fact, Elrohir positively increased the level of affections towards his mate, so much so that Legolas felt uncomfortable with his sudden urge to walk down the corridors of the household with a hand planted around his waist, or to share lingering kisses with him at the dinner table, to much eye-rolling from the rest of the family. Why, there were even times when Elrohir dropped a hand under the table onto his lap, causing him to choke on his food and eventually flee with muttered excuses when he could keep himself in control no longer, ears burning. It was not the acts of love which discomfited him, but that Elrohir, who was at best reserved in the presence of all but the closest of his family, was pressing him to the wall in a public corridor, peppering his neck with kisses.
And there was also the way Elrohir would sometimes return late at night and fall asleep the minute his head touched the pillows, a tantalising floral scent clinging to him that spoke of exotic blooms and wondrous blossoms that drove the Wood-elf in Legolas wild with curiosity. Yet Elrohir refused to explain any of it, and so Legolas was left gasping in wake of his lover's ministrations.
While Elrohir had always been uninhibited with Legolas in private, he was almost wild and feral now, but still maintaining his ability to be in tune with all his love's needs and wants. So many garments were torn and so many sheets were ruined by Elrohir's inventive initiations with custards, strawberries, and much worse, that Legolas, always the one who cared less about what others thought, felt his face burn with embarrassment whenever the servants threw the pair indulgent, knowing looks. Elrohir, on the other hand, simply grinned back and let his hand around Legolas's waist to drop lower.
Even Elladan's complaining about getting no sleep did not seem to faze Elrohir, and in fact seemed to stoke the flames even more. Elladan had caved in and moved from his room adjacent to Elrohir's to a guestchamber, hoping that his twin's unusual ardour was just a passing phase. And there were the days when Legolas could barely walk, and his collar was not high enough to cover the telling marks on his throat. Still, Elrohir did not seem in the least bothered, and continued with his aberrant behaviour.
It was on a fine winter's day that the pair were eating a late breakfast in the dining room, sat, at Legolas's insistence, across from one another.
"Good afternoon, sluggards!" Elladan cried, bounding into the room, his grin growing wider at the sight of Legolas avoiding his gaze.
"How are we feeling this morning?" he asked Legolas, who shot Elrohir a dark look and did not answer.
"Ada has noticed the both of you have been cloistered in your chambers and not emerged for the past two days, and was starting to wonder if all was well!"
"Nothing a good dose of healing salve did not help, was it not, Lass?" Elrohir said, rising from his seat and approaching Legolas.
Once he reached Legolas, he wrapped his hands around his neck, and started caressing him.
"Stop it, Roh," Legolas said, even though his body started responding.
"Stop what?" Elrohir murmured, taking the silk cloth Elladan passed to him, pulling it over Legolas's eyes and fastening the blindfold.
Legolas started to protest, but his hands were likewise bound with another piece of silk, and Elrohir pressed a hand to his mouth.
"Come, Legolas," Elrohir purred into his ear.
"But I have yet to finish my meal!" Legolas said in a last-ditch attempt to resist whatever it was the twins had planned for him.
"You will be more than sated later," Elrohir said, helping him to rise from the chair and guiding him along the way. "Trust me."
"Have fun," Legolas heard Elladan say, confirming his involvement in the affair.
"We will," Elrohir said, leading Legolas out of the room and outdoors.
Legolas's senses took over where sight failed him, and he realised they were walking through Elrond's gardens, the cold winter air almost refreshing on his skin. The temperature increased, and Legolas was assaulted by the maddening scents he had been smelling on Elrohir over the past weeks, only ten times stronger and more invigorating.
Elrohir took leave of him for a brief moment, before returning once more, and removing the blindfold with a flourish.
Legolas gasped out loud at the sight before him. It was too much to take in all at once, for he was stood in Celebrian's winter garden, restored by Elrohir. Flowers and trees of all varieties even he could not name filled the glasshouse, together with soft rugs, tapestries, satin drapes, and silk cushions. In one corner a low table had been set and laid out for two, and in another stood Heldir's completed statue of himself, framed by trees with golden leaves. Candles were burning in various parts of the glasshouse, giving off their soft fragrances, competing with incense and flowers for his attention.
Elrohir was watching him for a reaction.
"Is it to your liking?"
Tears sprung to Legolas's eyes. He was at a loss for words, and could only stare at his smiling Elf-knight.
"What have I done to deserve this?" he asked after regaining his voice.
"By just being my sweet Greenleaf."
At once, Elrohir's behaviour in the past weeks made sense to Legolas. He had been trying to make amends for his careless words uttered in this very garden by showing all just how much he loved Legolas, and how much he meant to him. He had thrown aside all inhibitions as it mattered not what others said, but what he felt for Legolas.
"Do you know what day today is?" Elrohir continued, taking Legolas's hand in his own, and leading him through an arch of roses.
"Ai, Roh, it is the day we bound ourselves together. I thought you did not remember, for you failed to mention it."
Elrohir showed no sign of resentment, and instead stepped aside to reveal a large marble block covered with red satin and gold cushions.
"I have never known such bliss as I have done since you made the choice a hundred years ago, Lass."
Legolas gasped as he noticed the bath a distance away, for Elrohir had diverted the spring nearby underground into the garden, where its hot, healing waters emptied into a pool in the ground to form a bath. Rose petals and floating tealights lit up the water's surface, and a deep fragrance filled the air.
He turned to voice his appreciation when he saw that Elrohir had removed his shirt and tunic, and was clad only in his leggings.
"Strip," Elrohir said, the steel in his tone leaving no room for compromise.
Legolas shuddered and did as he was told, feeling Elrohir's fiery eyes on every inch of his bared skin while he removed his clothes.
Elrohir led Legolas and lay him face down on the marble block, arranging the pillows and cushions till he was comfortable. He then uncorked a bottle of fragrant oil, spreading it over his shoulders and back, proceeding to give Legolas a slow, sensual massage, leaving no part of his body untouched, working all the kinks in his muscles with his gentle and firm touch.
Flipping Legolas over, he covered his eyes with a cloth, and continued to worship his body as he had done before, until Legolas was fully relaxed and almost moaning from the exquisite sensations.
When that was done, Elrohir rose to straddle his mate, leaning forward to claim his mouth in a kiss.
"Roh - " Legolas tried to speak, but was silenced as Elrohir reached down -
When the stars had cleared from his eyes, Legolas looked into the face of his beloved Elf-knight, who looked no less exhausted and satisfied.
"Come, Lass," Elrohir said, rolling off Legolas. "Let us take a bath to reinvigorate ourselves."
Legolas groaned. Elrohir's appetite had yet to be quenched, and knowing him, he had planned a host of other sensual treats for him.
"Valar, Elmaethor," he said as he slipped into the bath with Elrohir. "If this is your way of making me feel loved, I would hate to think how much agony you would bring upon your enemies."
"Be thankful that I cannot help but love you, then," Elrohir murmured, before proceeding to give him a scrub procured from pure sea-salts.
Legolas awoke late the next morning to find Elrohir staring at him, their limbs still entwined among the sheets and cushions. He smiled back as the memory of Elrohir's loving of the previous day, whether in the bath, or after dinner, or his recitation of his own poetry rakish enough to make the most fearless of warriors blush like a maiden.
"Thank you, Roh," he said for the umpteenth time.
"I am afraid I should be the one thanking you, Lass," Elrohir said, laughing. "After all, I never knew you were capable of doing some of the things you did last night! Which, I might add, were more than appreciated!"
"I could tell from the noises you were making," Legolas replied with equal wit. "Ai, that we could stay here forever."
"Forever is a long time, Lass."
"Not long enough for me to spend with you."
Elmaethor - Elf-warrior (Legolas's pet name for Elrohir)
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