Time Enough for Love
by Elfscribe, elfscribe5@yahoo.com
Characters: Legolas/OC (Elwin), Elrond/Glorfindel, Lindir/OC
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Capella
Disclaimers, see chapter 1
First posted: April 23, 2004
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Chapter 5 - Elrohir's Gift

Staring up at the stars, his loins still tingling from their lovemaking, Elwin
lay contentedly next to Legolas. He ran a hand down the prince's back, feeling
the Mirkwood elf's skin slowly cooling in the night air. How wondrous that
Legolas was here, by his side. Elwin wanted to gather up these moments and hold
them to his heart forever. But the damp ground was fast becoming uncomfortable.
"Perhaps we should go back to the house, meleth," he said.

"Mmm." Legolas nuzzled Elwin's neck. "I was just thinking some mulled wine would
taste good before going to bed." His words rasped and he cleared his throat.

"Mulled wine can be arranged." Elwin sat up. "I think I won the bet. You are
losing your voice."

"I wasn't any noisier than you," Legolas scoffed. "I'm sure I won."

"The night is not over yet," laughed Elwin.

Legolas groaned, "The Valar save me from insatiable musicians."

Elwin held up a finger for silence. On the other side of the wall, he could hear
muffled, breathy moans, two voices in concert.

"I think we've created an echo," Legolas said with a laugh.

"Indeed." Elwin leaned over and kissed him, then reached to pick up his towel
and tucked it about his waist. "We have been greedy in our use of this place.
Let's go."

Like shadows, they slipped through the gap in the wall and around a corner where
they came upon the source of the noise.

A very naked Lindir was bent over bracing himself with locked elbows against the
stonework. Thornan had him by the hips and was grinding into him as hard and
fast as he could. His buttocks were clenched into hollows with the effort. Their
shadowed faces were contorted in ecstasy and they were both trying,
unsuccessfully, to contain their cries.

"Some elves just have no self control," Elwin said as they walked by. "Wouldn't
you agree, Legolas?"

"None at all. It's scandalous," the prince replied.

Thornan froze.

"Some elves have been singing so loudly that the screech owls cannot compete,"
Lindir panted. "And taking much too long. Talk about scandal. Now, if you don't
mind, we're busy. Uh, gods, Thornan, don't stop."

Legolas and Elwin smiled at each other and quickly passed them by.

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Elrond jerked and murmured in his sleep and Glorfindel abruptly became
conscious. He squeezed his arms gently around Elrond's warm body, reassuring
him. The peredhel's hair, faintly scented with rosemary and lavender, tickled
his nose. He could feel Elrond's heart thumping. Another bad dream. Glorfindel
sighed. Nightmares often followed a scrying session.

He sat up and sniffed the air. It was several hours before dawn. Then, voices in
the hall. Low laughter. Who could be prowling about at this hour? The warrior
disengaged himself from his lover, got up, and slipped on a robe. He went to the
outer room, opened the heavy oak door, and peered out.

A single sputtering lamp illuminated the hall. At the far end Legolas and Elwin
were struggling up the stairs, each trying to get to the top first. Legolas
pushed Elwin out of the way and Elwin grabbed him and hauled him back, hindering
forward progress. They were barefoot, carrying their shoes. Their hair was
damp, their tunics unlaced. Elwin's garment had slid off one shoulder. Both were
choking with suppressed laughter as Elwin stumbled and fell with a thump on the
landing, dragging Legolas down on top of him. They lay still, kissing. Legolas's
hips flexed against the dark-haired elf underneath him.

Glorfindel smiled and closed the door quietly. He stood for a moment, leaning
his forehead against the cool wood. Then he drew off his robe and crawled back
into bed, planting a kiss on Elrond's shoulder before falling into his own
restless dreams.

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Elwin shoved Legolas into his room and shut the door behind them. The prince
spun around laughing. He felt light headed with the quantity of wine that he'd
drunk and the heady anticipation of another bout of lovemaking. "So you managed
to get me into your bower, Imladris elf," he teased.

"Yes, finally, you deadweight. I think our romp on the stairs woke up half the
household," Elwin replied.

"You were the one who tripped and fell."

"Because a certain Mirkwood elf knocked me over. I swear you're drunk."

"I am not!" Legolas protested, although he knew that it was a distinct
possibility.

"No, you only walked through Lord Erestor's herb garden because you thought he'd
like flattened parsley for a change."

"That was an unfortunate event due to your poor directions. I will apologize to
him tomorrow and offer to replant them."

"Yes, Sinda, remind me not to be in the vicinity when you do. The wrath of the
Chief Counselor is something to behold." Elwin moved further into the room to
stand by the window. Pale starlight silvered his elegant profile. Legolas didn't
know if it was possible to desire him more.

"Well, maybe we did get carried away with our drinking game," Legolas laughed.
"But you could've warned me about the strength of that wine."

"It was not the strength but the quantity, mîr nîn."

"I had no more than you did."

"Maybe I can hold my liquor better than you, Prince." Elwin smiled to himself,
knowing the reaction he would get.

"Not true. You have no capacity. We've tested it. I can drink you under the
table."

Elwin took the prince in his arms. "The better to take advantage of me. Under
the table might be pleasurable."

Legolas gripped Elwin's rear with both hands. "You are incorrigible. Like that
foot I felt in a sensitive place during dinner tonight. You know, pen vain, I
*was* trying to make a good impression."

"Didn't my foot make a good impression?" Elwin asked slyly.

Legolas chuckled. "Indeed it did," he said, and gathered Elwin's lips to his.

Elwin sighed as he let the prince's warm mouth melt into his, their tongues
tumbling together. Legolas's body pressed hard against him, rekindling the glow
in Elwin's loins. He felt like a bee burrowing into a flower, becoming giddy on
sweet nectar as he sought to lose himself in his lover. Ai, such bliss, knowing
that for the moment Legolas was his, his alone to drive insensate with pleasure.
A task he thoroughly intended to accomplish.

"Ah, how I love your mouth," the dark-haired elf gasped. He began kissing down
the prince's neck while sliding his hands under Legolas's tunic, across his
strong back.

"No more than I love yours," Legolas replied. The prince brought up a knee
between Elwin's legs, knocking his stance wide as he pulled Elwin closer. The
dark-haired elf responded in kind, pushing Legolas's loins against his own.
Elwin moved his hips, rubbing his erection in small circles against the bulge in
the prince's leggings.

The Mirkwood elf growled, "Lachenn, don't tease me like this. Take me to your
bed."

"Are you so eager for it, yet again, pen velui?" Elwin said.

"You don't know how much," Legolas breathed.

"I imagine I do," the musician replied. Elwin put an arm around Legolas's waist
and led him around the corner and up the step to the bed. They fell on it
together, side by side, languidly pulling the rest of their clothes off and
reveling once more in the smooth feel of skin against skin.

Legolas reached down and grasped Elwin's shaft. He rolled his hand around it
appreciatively. "You have such charming equipment," he commented.

"Would you like to feel it again?" Elwin thrust hard through the prince's hand.

"By the gods, I'm still tingling from your last effort," Legolas laughed. He
rolled over on top of the Imladris elf. "You are rather much to take in after
long disuse. I don't think I'll be able to sit well tomorrow." He leaned down
and kissed his lover roughly. "I am thinking it is my turn."

Elwin laughed and struggled against him. Wriggling against Legolas felt so
wonderfully good. With a grunt, he managed to roll the prince over again,
looking deeply into his eyes. "So, you wish me to be the one who cannot sit at
breakfast. What if I don't agree, Sinda?"

"It doesn't matter whether or not you agree, Noldo. You are mine now!" Legolas
grabbed him by the elbow and in one smooth move flipped him back over onto his
stomach, pulling the Imladris elf's arm behind his back. The prince leaned hard
against the musician, forcing his elbow up until it was almost painful.

"I think you've made your point," Elwin grunted. "What if I don't submit?"

"You will," Legolas promised. He rubbed himself against Elwin's rear while he
leaned down to nuzzle and then suck on his ear tip. That was a sensation both
unbearably pleasurable and ticklish. Elwin cried out and then bucked against
his tormenter. Legolas sank his weight down harder.

"You are mine, to use as I please." Legolas's breath tickled the musician's ear.
Elwin felt the prince's firm shaft slide between his cheeks and prod the
sensitive sacs underneath. His possessive tone was exactly the aphrodisiac Elwin
craved. He shivered in ecstasy. He could feel himself hardening even more
against the sheets.

"How do you please to use me then?" Elwin purred.

"I wish to fuck you," the prince replied, in a voice dark with desire, "to fuck
you, until you cannot walk tomorrow."

A lightning bolt shot through Elwin's loins and a soft moan escaped him.

"Ah, more songs from our musician. You remember that we have a wager, lachenn,
which I plan to win this night," Legolas said. He released Elwin's arm and sat
back on his lover's upper thighs, running his hands over the smooth rear. Elwin
could hear a soft, wet sound of fingers being sucked into the prince's mouth and
then he felt two of them circling his opening. The tips thrust into him, burning
slightly in his tender flesh as they slowly sank in, opening him. They brushed
against that delicious spot within.

"Oh gods," Elwin gasped. A wave of energy shuddered through him. Legolas reached
under him and took hold of his cock, stroking him hard as he continued probing
with his fingers. The pleasure began surging outwards. Elwin spread his legs
further and rounded his back, allowing greater access underneath.

"See, stroke you right and you open up just like a night lily," Legolas
observed.

Elwin moaned, "Uh, that feels so good, Legolas." He turned his head sideways to
look back at his lover with wide, dark eyes. His midnight hair spread heavily
against his back. Then the musician moaned again, his eyelids fluttered, and his
lithe body undulated, his rear tilting upward like a stretching cat. Legolas
caught his breath.

"You are so beautiful. I am mad with lust."

"Fuck me, then. Just as you said."

Legolas withdrew his fingers. "Where is your oil?"

"In the cupboard over my bed. Hurry."

"So anxious, pen vain!" Legolas clicked his tongue as he pulled open the little
door and felt several small jars within. His hand closed on a small vial. He
pulled the cork out with his teeth, poured a handful, and then set the bottle
back down. It had a strange but not unpleasant smell: rich and sensuous, like
rain-soaked autumn leaves mixed with roses and ginger. Legolas found himself
inhaling deeply. He rubbed it thickly on his shaft, enjoying the slippery
consistency. Instantly he felt a tingle and he swelled even harder into a
throbbing need.

Elwin heard the wet slide of Legolas's hand on himself and laughed. "Melethron,
are you enjoying yourself so much up there that you've forgotten what you were
doing?"

"Hardly, my beauty." A strange aroma reached Elwin's nose and he started to sit
up and say something about it, but then Legolas ran his oil-slick fingers down
the musician's cleft, locating his opening. The prince grasped the dark-haired
elf's buttocks, spread him wide, and slid himself deep within, causing Elwin to
lose all rational thought. He pushed back with a loud gasping cry.

The combination of that sound and the sensation of being constricted by his
lover's hot passage nearly caused the prince to spend himself right then. He
sank deep until his abdomen pressed against the dark-haired elf's quivering
rear. "Uhhhhh. You are bliss," he cried.

Elwin was breathing heavily. Legolas pulled out partway and pushed in with a
snap of his hips and heard a hitch in that breathing. He felt himself swelling
within his lover, a powerful heat flowing through him. He seemed to be losing
control, becoming something animalistic. Settling his weight onto a forearm
pressed across Elwin's upper back, Legolas leaned down and bit Elwin's neck
gently. "Have you ever seen a panther take his mate?" he whispered.

"No," Elwin gasped.

"Sometimes he will hold her down by biting her neck while he takes her." He
shifted and shoved in hard once, then held still. Kissing delicately across
Elwin's eartip, he nuzzled his hair aside, and then closed his teeth onto the
musician's neck again.

Elwin was in ecstasy with his lover's words and the grip of teeth on his
sensitive neck. A lustful burning radiated from his rear to spread through his
loins and up into his belly. He felt stretched wider than before as if Legolas
had grown in the last couple of hours. Sweat dampened the sheets under him.
"Ai, my panther, hold me down, fuck me," he cried.

Legolas shifted his weight back to his haunches straddling his lover's rear.
Rocking on his knees, he pulled out and thrust in again hard. Then again, and
again, faster and faster. The fit was so tight, like a snug, silky glove
caressing him. The dark-haired elf was releasing breathy gasps and pushing back
to meet every stroke. The sounds were driving the prince to a frenzy.

Elwin could feel himself building higher and higher until he was in a realm of
blessed rapture where every thrust fueled a wild abandon. He was desperate for
release. Legolas reached under him and grasping Elwin's member with an oil-slick
hand stroked it, fiercely. Elwin groaned.

"That's it," Legolas sat up higher, riding him hard. "Lover, I want to feel you
coming around me. Find your release. Now!"

Elwin's whole body became taut as a pulled bowstring and then suddenly he cried
out "Uhhhhh, gods!"as he shuddered out his orgasm. The hot passage tightened and
quivered around the prince, driving him to his own peak. He braced himself
against his lover's shoulders and rammed in with the deepest thrust yet. With a
growling scream, he came in strong pulses that shivered through his whole body.
He thrust again and again, still feeling the powerful sensation.

Gradually the prince became aware of a twitching, groaning Elwin under him. He
slowed and at last stilled. Pulling out, he rolled over onto his back. His heart
pounded. "Blessed gods," he said, "I can't believe how good that was. What have
you done to me?"

Elwin lay still, his breathing labored. "I've done nothing, lover. I think you
made good your word. I can scarcely move." Slowly he turned over. "And yet, I
feel barely sated. I could do that again."

"Curious. I feel the same way," Legolas said. The prince reached down to touch
his own member. It was still rock hard. That was not right, not after the
release he'd just experienced.

He heard Elwin gasp. "Legolas. That smell! What oil did you use?"

"Just one you had up there."

"Show me!"

Legolas sat up, his muscles protesting. Opening the small cupboard, he felt
around and pulled out the little glass vial. He handed it to Elwin.

"Curse of Mandos!" Elwin grabbed it and held it up in the faint starlight. "How
much of this did you use?"

"Enough for the purpose. What's the matter, meleth?"

"He said it was potent and that I should use just a few drops."

"What are you talking about?"

"Elrohir," Elwin said. "He gave me this as a gift for you. He said use only a
few drops."

"Elrohir," Legolas laughed. "That seductive fox! I'm afraid I was rather liberal
with it. You should have warned me."

"You forget that I was face down at the time and couldn't see what you were
doing," Elwin growled. "I'd completely forgotten it was there." He ran his hand
down his own rigid flesh. The burning in his rear was spreading outward in
waves. "Now what? I have no idea what using too much will do."

"We should try and wash it off." Legolas climbed off the bed. "Where is your
wash basin?"

"Over there." Elwin got up and padded across the room. He picked up a pitcher,
poured it into a large ceramic bowl, soaked a cloth in the water, and rubbed
some soap into it.

Legolas came over and Elwin knelt to clean him. The water dripped down the
prince's member and spilled onto the floor. But after a thorough washing, the
flesh stood out as proudly as before.

"It's not working," Legolas said.

"Obviously. Although this is very tempting." Legolas's shaft bobbed level with
Elwin's mouth. He flicked out a tongue and licked it.

"I don't think that will help," the prince said.

"Don't you? It's worth a try." Elwin reached up and curled his hand around the
prince's cock, holding him steady, then took him deep into his mouth.

"That's only making matters worse," Legolas said and then groaned loudly as
Elwin began moving back and forth on the head, while stroking the heated shaft
with his hand.

For many long, enjoyable moments Elwin worked on Legolas, but when the prince
finally came again in noisy rapture, Elwin realized the true extent of their
trouble. Legolas softened briefly, but even before Elwin pulled his mouth away,
had stiffened again, more greedily than ever. Elwin could feel his own rear
burning, his cock heavy with desire.

"Maybe if we put some mud on it," the prince observed.

Elwin began laughing. "What a predicament. Well, come on, meleth. It's worth a
try." They threw on some clothes and stole out of the house.

Dawn was a mere bird's song away when both of them emerged laughing from the
garden, covered in mud and various herbs. By now they were quite sore, and
harder and more frantic for release than ever.

"We must go to see Elrond," Elwin said between fits of laugher. "He'll know what
to do."

"Are you sure that's our only option? I don't think I can face him," Legolas
said, then began laughing again."This is not very dignified."

"I don't see any other choice, meleth, unless you mean to go about with a poker
in your breeches for the rest of your life," Elwin said.

"Surely it will wear off at some point."

"I don't care to wait until then. Come on." Elwin grabbed him by the arm.

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Elrond was awakened from a light slumber by a tentative knock on the door. He
sat up and turned to Glorfindel who had roused as well.

"I'll get it," Elrond said and swung his legs out of the bed, grabbing a
dressing gown from a chair.

"How are you feeling?" Glorfindel asked.

"Better, I think," Elrond said. "Stay and sleep more."

"No need. I'm up now," the seneschal said.

They went to the outer room. Dawn was just gilding the sky visible through the
arched pillars leading to the porch. Elrond opened the door. Legolas and Elwin
stood in the hallway, clad only in mud-stained leggings, loose tunics, and
guilty expressions. They bowed.

"My Lord Elrond," Legolas said.

Elrond quirked an eyebrow. "Pray come in. To what do I owe the pleasure of such
an early morning visit?"

They entered the room and Elrond noticed that they stood awkwardly, shifting
back and forth as if they had bees in their pants.

"We have a predicament that is of a rather delicate nature," Elwin said. He
looked at Legolas.

"Ahem, yes, delicate and difficult to explain, exactly," Legolas said.

Elrond gestured toward some chairs. "Would you care to sit and tell me."

"No, my Lord, I think we'd better stand," Elwin said.

"I'll go and send for some tea," Glorfindel said, his eyes crinkled in
amusement. He left the room.

Elrond turned back to the jittery elves. "Well?"

"The truth is, we have need of your well-known healing skills," Legolas said.

"Let me guess. You have overindulged," Elrond said.

"You could say that," Elwin said.

"A bit." Legolas blushed, rather becomingly, Elrond thought.

"Out with it," the Master of Imladris growled.

"We used a potion that appears to have unforeseen side effects," Elwin said.

"Ah huh," Elrond replied.

"Resulting in a rather constant . . . " began Legolas.

"And unrelenting . . . " Elwin continued, standing first on one leg, then the
other.

"State," Legolas finished.

Elrond's lips twitched. He turned away discreetly so they couldn't see him
smile. "Do you have a sample of the drug?"

Elwin held up a glass vial. Elrond took the cork out and passed the vial under
his nose. It smelled vaguely familiar. He ran a finger along the rim and then
touched the finger to his tongue, which resulted in a pleasant tingling
sensation.

"Where did you get this?" he asked.

"I'd rather not say," Elwin responded.

"Is it an aphrodisiac?"

They both nodded. "A very potent one," Elwin admitted. "We didn't know how
potent, until we, uh, used too much."

Elrond felt the urge to laugh so strongly that he had to purse his lips
together. "I hardly thought you two needed one," he finally managed to say. "Not
from what I saw at dinner." They looked at him like two scolded elflings. Elrond
was reminded of his own twins standing before him after committing some mayhem,
many long years ago.

"I'll wager one of my sons gave it to you," Elrond said and the look on Elwin's
face confirmed his suspicion. "I'm actually glad to see they still have this
kind of mischief in them. It's been a while. Yes, now I remember a similar
malady they caused once before."

"It wasn't his fault," Elwin hastened to say. "He said to use it sparingly, a
few drops. We just didn't . . . follow directions."

"Indeed," said Elrond, arching an eyebrow. He went to a bookcase, filled with
volumes. Running his fingers along the tops, he finally selected one. Pulling
it out, he blew the dust off the top. Sitting in a swirl of robes, he opened it
and flipped through the pages. Yes, there it was, counter agent for maelthond.
He stroked a forefinger alongside the recipe, then he stood and went to shelves
heavily laden with ceramic jars of various shapes and sizes, labeled with runes.
Yes, balm, nínim, lhúg-thond. That should do it, a soothing combination. He
pulled out three jars and carried them to a table. The master of Imladris looked
up to find the young lovers eying him apprehensively.

He smiled at them. "Don't worry. It's an easy matter to cure, once you apply the
right combination of substances."

Elrond spread a piece of parchment on the table, took a bottle and poured a thin
stream of oil into a vial. "This is just the medium," he said. Pushing his dark
hair out of the way over his shoulder, he uncorked one of the jars, shook a few
dried leaves from it into a small mortar, then repeated the action with the two
other jars. He took up a pestle and ground the leaves together, then upended the
mortar onto the parchment, rolled it into a cone and tapped the powder out of
the slender end into the vial. Placing a cork at the end, he shook it, and held
it out to Elwin, who took it gingerly.

The door opened and they glanced up as Glorfindel entered, followed by an elf
from the kichen, carrying a tray. "Set it out on the table over here,"
Glorfindel instructed. The elf began arranging the tea pot, cups, plates and
biscuits about, while Glorfindel busied himself poking up the embers of the
fire.

"Thank you, Noreg," Elrond said. The elf looked at them curiously, bowed, and
left.

"And how do we use this?" Elwin asked, turning the vial around in his fingers.

"Apply generously to the afflicted, uh, parts," Elrond said. "Use it all."

"What if the *parts* are somewhat . . . inaccessible?" Elwin stammered and
turned bright red.

Elrond leaned back in his chair and regarded them both as he tried to keep his
face straight. "How did the affliction reach those parts in the first place? I
suggest using a similar technique to apply it. You'll have to do it quickly as
this substance will take the tension out of your bowstring - so to speak."

"We are in your debt," Legolas said and turned to go.

"Would you care to have breakfast with us?" Glorfindel asked.

A look of panic passed between Elwin and Legolas.

"No, they have, er, pressing business," Elrond said, coming to their rescue. "I
would be delighted if you could join us another time." He rose and bowed with a
hand on his breast. They started to walk out, when Elrond came close to Legolas
and put a hand gently on his arm. "I have a matter which I need to discuss with
you," he said. "Could you return later in the day and have lunch with me? Just
you."

Legolas looked startled and Elwin shot him a questioning look. Elrond said,
"Merely a matter of business, my friends."

The prince nodded, made a courtly bow and then he and Elwin retreated, somewhat
hastily.

When the door closed, Elrond couldn't help himself. He threw his head back and
laughed; then realized that he hadn't done that in a while and laughed again
because it felt so good. Glorfindel turned an amused expression on him. "What
happened, melda? Although I can guess."

"Oh my glorious old friend, sometimes things occur that we do not plan. It is
refreshing." He picked up the vial Elwin had left with him and held it to the
light. It was still half-full. The feelings stirred by last night's vision of
Legolas and Elwin together now rose to the surface.

Elrond went over to his lover and put a hand around his waist, drawing him
close. Glorfindel met his glance with those keen azure eyes and Elrond felt
desire prickle through his loins. He leaned forward and touched his lips to his
lover's. Soft, sensuous, like a ripe peach. He remembered the first time he had
tasted those alluring lips and the years of carrying his burden fell away. The
golden haired elf opened his mouth and the kiss deepened into passion.

When Glorfindel finally drew back with a questioning expression, Elrond said, "I
have a new substance that needs testing. A few drops are quite effective, they
tell me. What do you say?" He shook the vial gently and Glorfindel's smile
kindled into laughter.

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pen velui - sweet one
mîr nîn - my treasure
baul nîn - my torment
maelthond - lustroot
nínim - snowdrop (flower)
lhúg-thond- snakeroot
melda - beloved (in Quenya)
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-tbc-