Title: For the Love of You

Author: RennWench

Type: Fictional Character Slash

Pairing: Legolas/His Hero

Summary:  Legolas watches as his hero enjoys a few well planned surprises.  

Disclaimer: It's Tolkien's world, I just play in it. Complete and total fiction.    

Feedback: Love it, hated it, didn't get it?  Let me know, please?  RennWench@yahoo.com

Archive: CiB, OEaM, my LJ, Ardaslash, my site.  Others please ask.

Beta: Larian Elensar.  Can never thank you enough.

Warnings & Ratings: NC-17.  Smut.  Voyeurism.  Homoerotic situations.  Wank. 

Notes: Written for CiB's "Padding the Pages" challenge. 
Special thanks to Lairen Elengasse and the Elf Collective. 
Title and some lines taken from Loreena McKennit's "The Mystic's Dream"
Just bit of Cirque du Soleil's "Varakai" for flavor. 

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In the shadow I sit, awaiting his arrival.
Feeling the dizzying mix of racing blood, rapid heartbeats and shallow breaths.

Will he be here?
Will he stay to his routine?
.....oh sweet Valar, please.....

Feigning tiredness, I left dinner early. 
Tried but failed again and again not to watch the meal slip through your lips to be devoured by you.
Every act, every move you make exudes sensuality. 
The grasp of your knife.  The way your fingers wrapped around, nay caressed your goblet. 
The flick of your tongue.

You caught me watching you.  A wink so slight I almost missed it.
For the briefest of moments, connected without a word.
I felt no shame. I was too in awe to feel anything.

I raced through walls' secret passages, eager and anxious to prepare what needed to be done.

I wanted everything to be perfect. 
It had to be for you are.
All this, and everything I do, for the love of you.

Away from the hustle and noise of court, your chamber is set.
But where are you?

Upon the cut stone walls, exquisitely embroidered tapestries hang displaying history and myths. 
The fireplace hosts a roaring fire.  Not for heat, but for the interplay of dark hued light and dark upon your skin.  
Skin, which I hope, beyond reason, will be revealed by the slow, almost torturous removal of your robes.

Faint footsteps stop at the doorway.
......oh sweet Valar, please.....
I hold my breath. 

The small whoosh of air from the door opening pushed my nerves over the edge. 
I could have exploded from my excitement as you entered the room.   

Yes.  You came.
....thank you....

If you could see yourself through my eyes.  See how your fluid grace and strength makes me both envious and prideful.

No matter where you are, you are in your element.
In full court regalia.  Commanding the attention of everyone present.
In your office reviewing reports.  The way your hair catches the light as it filters through the stained glass windows.
On the tournament field.  Exuding prowess of weapons that none can surpass. 
Or do the elements bend to you?

I have been told we resemble each other. A dangerous nigh on lethal combination to any in our path. 
For all our similarities, I am but a pale shadow of the greatness displayed before me. 
You are the sun to my star.  Yet, I feel not lessened. 

I feel every breath you take. I feel you move.
I feel the silk of your robe pass your shoulders upon its journey to the floor. 
As I thought, that is all you wore this evening.

A throaty moan accompanies the light splashing sounds as you slide yourself into the steaming hot bath. 
I watch as your skin darkens to pink and prickles slightly.   I could see the tingles course through your body.
Knowing, however indirectly, I was the cause of your pleasure. 
Knowing, you are the inspiration for pleasure beyond imagination. 

As you slide further down, I grow envious of the water caressing your well-sculpted body. 
The way it caressed your flawless, save one jagged-edged scar, skin. 
Gliding up your thighs.  Lapping around your sex. 
Rolling over the hills and valleys of your stomach.

Swallowing those dusky, peaked nipples, your eyes fluttered. 

Finally, enveloping you entirely in the scented, comforting warmth.

I continue to watch as you take your bath.  Getting that large, claw-footed tub into your chamber took a bit of planning.
But seeing you there, shimmering in the firelight, I am rewarded beyond measure.

I watched as you removed yourself form the cooled water. 
Striding towards the divan.  Leaving wet footprints upon the floor.
Marks of your progress. To match the marks you made upon my heart.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Would you find my next gift?

You found it.
A bottle of oil scented with jasmine, roses and ylang prepared by my hand, just for you.
Only for you.

You lay yourself down straight in my line of sight. You uncorked the cut crystal vial with your teeth. 
Pouring a liberal amount of the heady mixture onto your hand, I cherished the sly smile crossing your face.

You started with the base your foot. 
Massaging the oil in wide, circular strokes. Then working up one leg, then the other.
Purposely ignoring your beautifully arising sex. 
You softly hissed as your well-experienced hands worked around your stomach and chest taking a few moments in further well practiced self-torment. Nay, pleasure. 

Caressing your neck, you softly whimpered as your fingers brushed the tip of your ears.

Taking a languid stretch, you discover the other offering for you.
A goblet, accompanied by a bottle of your preferred wine. 

After pouring the dark red liquid, you take a deep drink.
Savoring the blending of spices and liquid.
Oh to be that drop of wine upon your lips. 

I sit, enraptured at this divine scene displayed before me.
Your naked, glorious body, reposed, with a light sheen of oil caressed by the combating light and dark of the fire, demanded my absolute attention.

It is here, my homage is due.  And my homage I give. 
Again and again, as I gave upon my day of majority. 
As oft you would have.
In love.
In adoration.

Finally, your fingers, ever so lightly, brushed their way to the light nest of curls at the base of your now fully engorged, stunning sex.

I trembled at the feeling.

Loosing yourself into a slow and steady rhythm, you rolled your head back over the damask covered arm.
Your blond glory trailing behind you, a shimmering cascade of liquid gold accented with sparkling water diamonds.

You took a few slow languid strokes before the first gasp came.

"Greenleaf."

I shudder.  My name. 
My name was upon your lips, now pulled inward between your teeth. 
My name.

You were calling for me. 

Each gasp vocalized as the strokes become firmer and tighter. 
Each gasp brought you closer to the edge.
Each gasp louder and louder.

Until a final stroke undid you.

From your lips a final keening cry of "Greenleaf" echoed amongst the stones as your essence coated your hands.
Pearly, sticky, hot.

I bit my lip, not to cry out with you.  Not wanting to give away my presence. 
.....oh sweet Valar, please....

Slowly, you turn your head, gazing at me through darkened, lust-hazed eyes.  "Greenleaf."

You know.
You know I have watched you.  You have known from the beginning.  Nothing escapes your knowledge. 
You call for me. 
For me.  You call for me.

From my shadowed hiding place, I step forward.  Even this distance, I am so near.
My soul feels naked as my body as your piercing gaze takes me.

But you can not take what I so willingly gave.
Give I have, and give again I will.

You call me to your side. 
I kneel, besieged, in your presence.  Supplicating myself to this god, this idol of my adoration.   

You bless me by brushing my unworthy lips with your fingers. 
In adoration I lick your still sticky sweet callused fingers.  Savoring and rolling your taste in my mouth before swallowing. 

My greatest addiction, manifest.

"My Greenleaf" you breath catches as my lips continue worship upon your powerful and supple wrist.  
Never removing your eyes from me.

I am frozen, burning, yearning.
There is always yearning.

I am trapped, but do not want escape.
Trapped between you and the other arm of the divan.
Trapped in a cage of lust, want and heat.
 
You lean over me. Your hands, fire upon my face, neck and ears.
The wet ends of your hair drip water onto my burning flesh.
I feel their passage down my body. 

Never removing your eyes from me. Challenging, somewhat, my will. 
I submit.
I submit. Happily.  Freely. 

Whimpering, as your fingers follow the prepared trails, I want to speak your name.
I have no breath to speak.
Only to sigh and whimper under your ministrations.

You trail searing kisses down my chest. Pauses between contact, eternity.
Further down your kisses are joined by a playful tongue. 

Your eyes never leave me.  Holding me frozen in your gaze.
Even as your mouth engulfs my sex inwards.  Oh sweet Valar.
What gifts have you bestowed upon him?

Falling.  I can feel my fall.
Further and further you take me into your hot, wet cavern.
I know you will catch me.  Hold me in your strong arms.

My world narrows itself to the fire, light and heat in your eyes. 
Transferred to me through your touch. 
From your tongue's circling, licking, teasing. 
From the suckling.
All from you.

It burns.  Burns away everything that is not you.
Let it all fade away into nothing.
I burn in bliss.

It is your name I chant in love, climax and prayer.
Your name upon my lips.
Your name carved upon my heart.

To you.
Only you.
I surrender.

From my very core, I give you my all.
All for you.
All, for the love of you.


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You share wine with me, sweet, spiced, touched by your kiss to soothe my rough and dry throat. 
Made raw by my cries.
Cries of passion unbridled. 
Your name for all to hear.

Your eyes, so much like mine, that once froze me into place are softened, declaring a truce of trust. 
Sprinkled with stars set by the gentle hand of Elbereth herself.

Brushing a wayward strand of my hair away, your fingers leave a trail of heat through the sheen of sweat misted upon my still trembling form. 

"My Greenleaf."

With what little strength remains, I pull myself closer.  Closer to your fire. 
Closer to this one perfect being. 

My idol.
My lover.
My everything.

I heard in my youth tales of your adventures. 
I grew up wanting to be you.
Wanted to stand by your side in battle and peace. 

I could not fathom how we would create our own story.
Tonight, though, none are needed. 
Memories created anew will fill my dreams.

"My Greenleaf."
Your lips collect mine.  Approving, blessing and claiming.

I feel a tear roll down my face and onto your skin. 
For I have no other words or actions left to give. 
Lying here safe in your arms I am shielded, for I am your Greenleaf.


-fin