Treasure
Legolas/Elrohir
For etharei, Happy Holidays to you and yours! :) It’s not much, but I really hope you enjoy this little drabble!
Rating NC17 (Sexual Situations)
Warnings AU, Angst
Disclaimer -It’s all Tolkien’s



Elrohir sat in front of the small fire, cleaning and shining his sword to a brilliant polish. After a long day of marching with Aragorn’s host, a fairly mindless, simple task helped to keep him busy. “Torture” was the first word that came to mind when he reviewed the events of the day. That damnable Elf had made coherent thought nearly impossible. Just the sight of that golden head sent his heart into his throat. “Those impossibly blue eyes and that trim body don’t hurt matters either,” he admitted with a sigh. But it could never be. He did not consider himself overly attractive or intelligent. What would Legolas possibly see in him? Even if he did catch the Prince’s eye, it just wouldn’t work. Imladris was quite the mistress - he really had no time in his life for such distractions. There were simply too many responsibilities. It would never work, and that was that.

Draping his polishing cloth across his knee, he held his sword up for inspection. Any cleaner and he’d soon be able to blind his enemies from the sheer amount of luster given off by the weapon. Standing, he sheathed the sword, and headed to his tent. He hoped some rest would help with his clouded mind. Entering the tent, he sat down on his bedroll, and removed his boots. His sheath and sword he leaned up against the wall of the tent, within arm’s reach. Wrapping himself in both cloak and blanket, he closed his eyes and attempted to quite his mind and body. Eventually, he fell into a light, fitful sleep but was woken suddenly when a slender hand was placed over his mouth. He felt a breath on his ear, then a voice whispered to him.

“Peace, Elrohir. It is I, Legoalas,“ his visitor identified himself, removing his hand from Elrohir’s mouth. “I wanted to see you.”

Elrohir sat up with an indignant sputter, and gazed at the blonde prince who knelt by his side in utter disbelief.

“See me?! NOW? By the Valar, whatever for?!” he hissed.

“I want to know why you were staring at me all day.” Legolas replied. Elrohir’s mouth involuntarily went agape. What should he do? What could he possibly say to satisfy Legolas and end this uncomfortable encounter?

“I was merely admiring the craftsman ship of your Long Knives,” Elrohir spit out, before he could think. “Your Father gave them to you, did he not, my prince?”

“My knives?” Legolas sputtered indignantly. “You cannot possibly be serious, son of Elrond.”

“I am serious. Perfectly serious, and you have no cause to doubt me son of Thranduil. So, if that is all you came to inquire now, I should like to be left alone so that I may get a little bit more rest, if you don’t mind.” Elrohir cooly responded. Apparently, this was not the answer Legolas was seeking, for two seconds later, he found himself on his back, Legolas astride him, pining his hands up next to his head.

“I will not be lied with Elrohir. I’ll have the truth from you, and I’ll have it now.” Legolas ground out, giving a slight squeeze to Elrohir’s wrist.

“I am insulted at your insinuations Legolas.” Elrohir snapped, struggling desperately to free his wrists. With a moan of frustration the golden haired prince looked down at Elrohir.

“Are you really going to make this that difficult?”

“There is nothing TO be made difficult, Legolas.” Elrohir stammered out, getting slightly nervous at the prince’s insistence. He raised his eyes and met Legolas’s frank gaze, and was startled out of his wits, when Legolas, uttering something between a moan and a snarl, leaned down, and kissed him firmly on the mouth - hard and demanding. When he finally pulled back, Elrohir opened his eyes and glared daggers up at the other Elf.

“I don’t want this, Legolas, and I‘m not sure if you truly do either. I suggest you seek your bed mates elsewhere. “ he challenged. Surprise hit him a second later when he watched Legolas’s haughty smile fall away at his words, replaced by a scowl.

“Elrohir, do not presume to tell me what I do or do not want. I will tell you myself.” Legolas replied, releasing Elrohir’s arms, and brushing back a strand of dark hair that had escaped from his braid. A shudder ran through Elrohir at the touch, and he gave a quiet sigh and looked back up at his companion.

“And what do you want, my prince?” he asked. Legolas smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask. I want you, Elrohir.”

Joy leapt in the Half-Elf’s heart at the words, but uncertainty still coursed through him as well.

“Legolas, even if we could be together, it would never work. Our families, our lifestyles require much from us. Besides, you can have any Man or Elf you like. Why choose me?” Elrohir asked.

Leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to Elrohir‘s ear, Legolas smiled.
“I want you, because I know in my heart we can make it work. I felt you were made just for me, from the second I saw you. Please, Elrohir. Give this a chance.” he whispered.

“Legolas,” Elrohir breathed. He reached up to wrap his arms around the prince’s neck for a kiss, instantly opening his mouth when Legolas’s honeyed tongue sought entrance. After a moment, he deepened the kiss, until the pleasure and friction built to an almost unbearable level. Tearing his mouth from Legolas’s with a gasp, he thrust his hips up and into the golden prince’s., drawing a moan from both of them.

“Elrohir, you don’t know what you’re toying with!” Legolas warned, grinding back down against the Half Elf’s hips. Elrohir just laughed.

“Then show me,” he replied, smiling. With a growl, Legolas did as he was bid, and attacked Elrohir’s neck with kisses, nips and licks, grinding down against the other elf at an increased pace. To encourage him, Elrohir moved his hands from around Legolas’s neck to his back, gently kneading and pushing, driving them both over the edge, and spilling sticky seed between the two of them. But neither moved after catching his breath - they only stared and smiled.