I Love My Master Elu!!

He is so good to me... even when I wander away and make sex with other masters, he finds me and brings me home.



Elu: The coldness along his side was the first indication that Legolas had once again wandered off, as Elu Thingol woke. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew. There was no peaceful breathing beside him..... no wiggling about for covers... no arm draped half over his nose. He smiled at that last for a moment. Then sighed and threw back the covers. It was as he suspected. The side door was ajar and his favorite shirt... the one Legolas always seemed to take... was gone. "Oh Legolas... I really am going to have to get a better lock for that door. One you cannot pick!”

Legolas: Legolas stumbled out of Celegorm's talan, somehow making his way down the rope ladder without breaking his neck; high as a kite on way too much fanroot, his leggings barely decently laced, smelling of sex and thoroughly bruised and rumpled, he had managed to get his hands on Elu Meleth’s shirt, and pulled it over his head again when he hit the ground. Literally. He landed on his backside, moaning in pain; Legolas scrambled to his feet and headed out in search of his beloved Elu. There didn't seem to be very many people around at this time of day, and those who were, stared at him in shock; Legolas began to feel paranoid and fearful, so he dove down a side street and ran toward the forest.....

Elu: It took no time at all for Elu to dress and make his way toward the path that Legolas had taken. The only saving grace to all of this was that Legolas was not his crafty self when it came to not leaving a trail. A blind elf could have followed him... but that was partly what worried Elu. Bainor was still out there and from what others were saying, still after elves. He sprinted along the trail, noting that Legolas appeared to be heading for Lorien. When he reached the forest's borders, he called out, identifying himself... and the called for Legolas.

Legolas: He heard the voice right about the same moment he felt the familiar, beloved presence. Legolas ran a hand down his own torso, moaning softly with neediness; he was incredibly hard from the fanroot and would have been glad to spread himself for just about anyone, but the thought of the beautiful, kind, extremely sexy master out there in the woods with him was almost as powerful a drug as the fanroot. "Master!" he called, leaning on a tree and rubbing against its bark. "Where are you, Master?"

Elu: Elu listened and for a moment, heard nothing, but then came an almost tortured cry from Legolas and Elu changed course at a full out run. When he broke through the trees to find Legolas, he was faced with an Elf who was covered in dirt, his clothing torn, his eyes dark and hips moving constantly. Gingerly, Elu walked forward. "Legolas? What's happened? Are you all right? You look... like you've been in a fight..."

Legolas: Legolas all but threw himself at Elu Meleth, arms twining about the taller Elf's neck and shoulders. "Bad masters!" he wept, growling through his tears. "Had all their fun and left none for me! Bad masters!" He wrapped his legs about Elu's and rained kisses on his chest, poking into his clothing with clever but shaking hands. "Have to... need to... please! Please, Master, take me! Please!"

Elu: He had not expected the full force pounce of the prince and stumbled. For a brief moment, Legolas was wrapped around him, but in the next moment, they were both on the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Elu wore an expression of utter shock... partly from finding himself on the ground... partly from Legolas' words. "Bad Masters? Who Legolas? Who did this? I'll take you... home! We need to get you cleaned up and see to those cuts and anything else they might have done to you..."

Legolas: "Sex! They did sex! And not enough of it!" Legolas sobbed, pulling off the oversized shirt and yanking at the half-undone ties of his leggings. "Please--please, don't wanna go home yet--it hurts, I need you, please, please please take me!" He bent his head and began nibbling desperately at Elu's throat and shoulder, the only parts he could get to through his beloved Master's own clothing...

Elu: "Legolas!" Elu's mouth opened in surprise as Legolas began shedding clothing like a wolf might its winter coat. "Meleth.... this is hardly... the... uhh..." He bit his lip as Legolas began nibbling and he felt a slender hand press against his kingly loins. "Ohh... Oh Legolas... we shouldn't.... here.... " He felt his face flush with warmth and without thought, dropped his hands to Legolas' waist, pulling him closer. "When we are done... I want names... " His eyes darkened... his mouth trembled and then he took Legolas in a sweeping kiss and plunged his tongue past the begging lips.

Legolas: Oh yes--yes!! That's SO much better!! Legolas thought, obediently and desperately opening his mouth to the onslaught, and pressing himself full-length against the muscular body of his beloved, kissing back with fervour. He saw the eyes darken and felt the hardness between them, and whimpered with delight; Legolas pulled at the back of Elu Meleth's shirt as they kissed, almost wild to get him undressed and feel the sweet sensation of Elven skin against his own. He rubbed like an animal in heat, wrapping his legs as tight as he could about the big, powerful body that he so adored.....

Elu: Legolas' efforts were not in vain. Elu could withstand and control himself through much, but the young prince was someone he was powerless against. He knew the youth was needful... he knew he was made of sturdy stuff and so when Legolas begged like a mare in heat, Elu answered it like the stallion he was. He rolled over, pinning Legolas under him as he tore at his own clothing and tossed it aside. No longer did he care who walked this path and discovered him. His passion was high and as his leather britches fell, he pushed the prince's thighs open and dropped his hips down between them. In his fury, he somehow managed to find the pouch on his belt and broke out a twig of aloe... two fingers pressed tightly together and smeared with the slick plant essence, pushed frantically up inside of the prince.

Legolas: Legolas cried out with keening joy as the fingers intruded in such a welcome fashion. His pounding heart soared as Elu's passion rose to meet his own. Legolas ground his hips down, exclaiming incoherently with begging words, even as he kept kissing and licking at his beloved king. With one hand he clung desperately; with the other he reached down trying to take hold of Elu's engorged cock, to pleasure him even as he prepared his prince to take him in...

Elu: Leaning on one muscled arm over Legolas as he worked the fingers of his other in and out of the tight passage, Elu answered each kiss and lick with his own. He nuzzled his face under Legolas' chin and nipped his throat, breathing hard against it before turning equal attention toward one pointed ear. "You found more of the drug... didn't you?" He moaned, feeling the way his lover's hot tunnel closed around his fingers. "You're as needful now as when I first brought you home, meleth... "

Legolas: "Yess... yes I am. Yes I did!" Legolas moaned, squirming backward, reveling in the way it felt to be reamed so. "Fair pretty master had some in bags in his kitchen. Uhhh... uh! Umm... a-after they fucked on me they fell asleep and I still hurt, b-but was hungry too... found chocolate, found the fanroot. Was lots of it. Was gooood." The words trailed off into a guttural moan and rose to a wail of delight as Legolas suddenly, violently came in great, ropy spurts; his body jerked in response and he clung like a monkey to Elu. "Aii! Gods! YES!"

Elu: Elu had his suspicions on who the 'fair master' had been, but he would take care of that at a later time. As Legolas came, Elu gripped his length and milked it, covering his hand in the sweet slickness. He then coated his own sex and looked deep into Legolas' eyes. "Get on your knees Legolas... present yourself to your king... "

Legolas: Panting, Legolas stared up at him with impossibly huge eyes, almost all pupil now from the drug. For a moment his face was blank with temporary relief... but then he gave a wicked grin and nodded eagerly, hastening to push away and get up on his hands and knees. He glanced back over his shoulder, his chest heaving with the force of his breathing. "Please, master Elu Meleth, take me now!" he begged. "Take me hard!"

Elu: Elu knew that sound in Legolas' voice. Even without the fanroot, the prince sometimes liked it rough. At times, Elu felt worried about this... worried he might hurt the prince... but he'd learned that Legolas was far more strong than he might appear at first glance. He was fair and pretty, but the Sinda blood was strong. He took command of his subject, gripping the long blonde hair which was wild and filled with leaves and twigs. "It will be hard Legolas. You ran off on me again. I need to punish you."

Legolas: "Aiii, yess--yes! I have been very very bad--I really need to be punished!" Legolas cried out, trying to nuzzle as the masterly hand that held him by the hair. "Please, yes, punish me a lot! I'm a very bad slave who runs away and -- and-- does bad things and eats chocolate! I need to be punished hard!" And as if to underscore that, he wriggled backward against the hardness standing forth proudly from Elu's loins...

Elu: Elu couldn’t help it... he laughed. Legolas was so precious with his begging for the punishment, that the king couldn’t deny him. He took up his leather belt, doubled it over his hand and lightly warmed his mate's bottom. In between each controlled crack of leather, Elu's hands wandered down between Legolas' thighs, feeling him, caressing him... inspecting him. "Do you like that, princeling?"

Legolas: "Oh yes! Yes! I've been SO bad, Master, you just don't know!" he cried out, relishing the harsh caress of the leather, the way his master so strongly struck out with the best... the way it felt against his skin. His flesh was alive with sensation all over his body from the handful of fanroot he had taken in; every blow from the belt, every touch of Elu's hand was magnified tenfold, a hundredfold, and he felt as if he would come just from that alone. "Please, Master--I deserve to be soundly fucked for what I've done!" he whined, wriggling backward another daring pace or two... hoping Elu Meleth would agree and punish him so wonderfully.....

Elu: The lash had made his prince's rear quite red and tender by the time Elu was finished with that part of his punishment. Legolas pushed back, rubbing his rump against the sore ache of Elu's cock and the Elven king's eyes rolled back in his head as his hips involuntarily thrust forward. He tossed the belt away and with not a word, gripped Legolas by the waist and mounted him. He hastily gripped his organ, guiding it to the slicked opening and bunched his muscles to thrust in. Grunting, he pushed his face against his lover's neck and bit down hard as he felt himself slide through the hungry muscles. "Fucckk... "

Legolas: "Aiii!!! YES!" Legolas screamed, caught between the force of the entry, the wild sensations crawling over him like happy mice, and the painful delight of the biting teeth. He felt the familiar sensation in his gut as every fiber of his being tensed again--and a second time he came, arching his back and bucking like a wild thing, his muscles clamping down over the wonderful intrusion of his beloved...

Elu: Elu grunted and bellowed, sounding a bit like an elk as he felt Legolas swiftly tighten. His nails dug in deep to Legolas' hips, holding him still as the elder elf pushed in deep and held himself there. Eyes black as soot and staring, his body quivered and muscles rippled as the thick essence left him and filled the prince. As he finished, he hissed... it was almost painful now to move and he kept himself there as he slowly softened. "Legolas..... Legolas... " He chanted softly, leaning down and kissing between the two shoulder blades. "Amin... "

Legolas: Legolas felt like he was falling, falling through thick, hazy air toward some wonderful landing, only he never seemed to get there. For the moment the drug seemed satisfied; shaking with weariness and adrenaline, Legolas collapsed full-length under Elu, most of the air in his lungs leaving him in a rush as the larger Elf landed atop him. He gave a squeak of happy protest, too tangled up with the fanroot rocketing around in his brain to realize that his consciousness was being nibbled away at the edges... his hands scrabbled at the mossy forest floor as he tried desperately to roll over, to touch and hold his beloved master, to feel him beside him and help to anchor Legolas in his own body--but he could not move, and started to panic. "M-master?" he whispered hoarsely, unable to make much sound. "Where are you?"

Elu: Elu opened his eyes and moved slowly, using his arms to turn Legolas over and pull him inward against his chest. He pressed a soft tender kiss to the elf's brow and smiled. "Right here, meleth. Right here. Are you feeling better?"

Legolas: Legolas pulled several ragged, dragging breaths into his lungs, and turned into Elu's embrace to cling to him, gasping and coughing. "I c-couldn't see you for a moment!" he whispered, eyes huge in his pale face. "This is better..." He burrowed into Elu's arms, as if desperate to hide...

Elu: Worried, Elu cradles Legolas against him, soothing him with soft whispers and long fingers that glide down his back. "I'm right here, meleth. I won't leave you. But you have to stop leaving me. I worry when I wake and you are gone." He squeezes the prince, honestly thinking that he needed to somehow tether Legolas when they slept. "Legolas? Will you come home with me now?"

Legolas: Legolas nodded against Elu's chest, his voice partly muffled against the expanse of muscular flesh. "Wanna go home," he murmured. "Tired... so tired... I'm sorry I went away! Was hungry... couldn't find any food at home." He nuzzled against Elu's neck. "Do you have any chocolate?" he asked softly.

Elu: Worry in his voice. "I will make sure from now on there is plenty of food for you, meleth. And chocolate as well. We could make some, if you'd like. It is not too hard to do. I believe we have all we need in my store rooms." He slowly lifted himself off the ground, hoisting Legolas up as well, against his chest. "I worry... if you have been at the root again, you'll be going through the withdrawal sickness soon. I need to get you home."

Legolas: Legolas shivered, though it was not cold, and snuggled closer to Elu. "I like chocolate," he murmured humbly, nuzzling at Elu's chest. "I like home. I like you!" He tried to reach for his clothing while not leaving the warmth of his beloved's embrace, but gave up when he could not reach his shirt. Or... Elu's shirt. "I'm cold," he whimpered. "Can we go home now?"

Elu: Elu looked down at the tattered shirt... there was blood and semen on it. "Leave that... I'll give you another to wear. Yes... lets get you home." He placed one hand upon a tree and whispered softly. In moments, the ground thundered and a magnificent horse appeared, tossing its head. Smiling, Elu thanked the forest and took Legolas to the grey stallion. "Up you go, Legolas... hold on tight."

Legolas: Bare-chested and barefoot, his leggings just as tattered as the shirt, his hair wild and untamed and full of twigs and leaves, Legolas looked like some kind of fey sprite as he grabbed a handful of the wonderful horse's mane and hauled up onto its back. He leaned forward, sniffing, enjoying the smell of the animal. "Nice horse," he whispered, patting its neck...

Elu: Grinning, Elu swung up behind his mate, wrapping one arm around him as he gave the horse a nudge. If they had wings, they would not have flown any faster. The horse seemed to be made of wind and brought them right to the front gate of their talan in the span of several heartbeats only.

Legolas: During the ride, Legolas whooped with pleasure and joy. It seemed like forever since he had had a chance to ride! And this was such a magnificent animal... just like his beloved Master Elu Meleth..... He leaned back, grateful for the warmth, reveling in the arms about him. Then they were home, and though Legolas was loath to dismount, he wanted very much to be warm--so he was glad they had arrived.

Elu: Elu could sense his lover's joy of the ride and as they dismounted, he took Legolas' hand and ran it over the horse's flank with his own. "You need a fine steed... When you are able, we will find you one. And we will ride together, like kings of old." He gently guided Legolas toward their home and when the elves looked back, the horse was no where to be seen.

Legolas: Legolas nodded, gazing at Elu with complete trust. Of course he loved riding, and loved stallions... but at the moment all he could think of was Elu's magnificent body and how it made him feel when the great King mastered him and loved him... But then he began to shiver again from the cold. "Need a blanket," he murmured, nuzzling closer.

Elu: Elu's answer was to sweep him inside and close the door behind them. He got Legolas into the bathing chamber, which he'd finished now and was a completely marble floor, hollowed out with various interesting pools, each one fed by a hot spring. It made for pools that were always fresh and ready for a sore body to soak in. "In you go meleth... lets clean the scent of those other two off of you."

Legolas: "Yes!" Legolas said enthusiastically, pouting. "They were mean! Had all their fun and just scared me. Not very nice!" He stripped off what was left of his leggings and looked down, a little surprised to see he was hard again. "Wow..." Then with a shrug, he jumped into one of the pools. "Oh! This is wonderful!" he exclaimed, and submerged himself briefly before sitting back up, water streaming from his hair. "Join me?" he pleaded.

Elu: Already a step ahead, Elu was pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. He made quick work of his leggings, and the moment he was bare, he joined the prince. Some areas of the pools were very deep and Elu actually dove into one spot that he knew was several feet deep. When he surfaced, he swam to the shallow where Legolas was and playfully snaked his hand down to pinch a bare bottom. "Do you like this? It was not quite done when you... were taken. I made them so that when the morning sun streams in through the windows, it creates a prism of color on the ceiling. "

Legolas: He yelped in surprise at the playful pinch, because he had been soaking and staring. The chamber was truly beautiful and ingenious! "I would like to see that," he murmured, looking up at the ceiling. "Does it happen every morning?" He reached for a pot of soap and began scrubbing himself clean, so hard he drew blood; his face was a picture of concentration, the tip of his tongue sticking slightly out one side of his mouth as he worked...

Elu: Seeing the blood, Elu quickly took the soap and took over the washing. He got ever inch of the elf... even behind his ears and between his cheeks... "It happens every morning... but it gets more and more magnificent as we get toward a special day of the year." He reached for the hair oils and poured some into his hand... it had the scent of star lilies as he worked it into Legolas' hair and removed bits of stray twig and leaf.

Legolas: Legolas relaxed into the hot water, comforted as Elu began cleaning all the signs of naughtiness off of him. It felt so good, to be handled with love like this! And everything smelled so good... not like the stink of fanroot in one's pores, and blood and sex everywhere..... he gazed up meltingly at his beloved. "I love you, Master Elu Meleth nín," he announced softly, and yawned...

Elu: Cupping his hand against Legolas' brow, Elu rinsed his golden hair and kept the oils from Legolas' eyes. He saw the yawn and smiled. "Your body is finally running on empty? Let me get us towels." Slipping from the water, he retrieved two fluffy green towels and wrapped one about his waist... the other he held open for Legolas. "Come meleth... Let’s get you into bed."

Legolas: Legolas yawned hugely again, snuggling into the towel, which was warm and fragrant with the smell of fresh laundry soap and the oils in the bathing chamber. "I could ride some more for you, Master Elu Meleth," he murmured, raising his face to his beloved's and kissing him. "I really, really could!" Then he yawned again...

Elu: Elu kissed back, tasting him warmly as they wandered toward the bed. "I have no doubt that you could, meleth. But I think you should rest so that you can ride more tomorrow." As they came into the bedroom, Elu decided he was going to do something that he was unsure he was happy doing. "Legolas... Master wants you to wear a collar tonight. Will you do that for me?"

Legolas: Legolas's head drooped with sorrow as much as with weariness. He knew he had been bad, and this was undoubtedly part of the punishment..... he didn't mind collars so much, but he hoped there would not be the one thing he *did* mind... "You won't--put me in the cage, will you, Master?" he asked plaintively, bringing his hands up to place them protectively about his own throat. "I know I've been bad and deserve it, but I don't like the cage, it scares me!"

Elu: Eyes full of pain, Elu gathers Legolas close. "No... no meleth... I won’t ever put you in a cage. The collar is only for when I sleep young one. I will not make you wear it when I am awake." He sighs, hating the pained look in his lover's eye but knowing it must be done... "If Bainor got his hands on you again..." Not finishing that sentence, Elu pulls open the drawer to his side table. There is a collar there... not the ugly black leather of Bainor, but one of soft fawn, embroidered with mithril thread and having one ring at the front and two at the sides. Elu clipped a metal restraint to one side ring and locked it with a small padlock.

Legolas: Legolas stared at the soft collar and decided it wouldn't be too bad. The name of Bainor was enough to make him want to behave very well indeed, in any case... Bainor was a bad master and Legolas did not want to go back to him. He gathered up his damp hair and pulled it out of the way, baring his neck obediently for Elu Meleth to put the collar about his neck...

Elu: The sight of Legolas' bared neck made him instantly hard and has he placed the collar around his lover's throat, he brushed his fingers along the smooth skin... After fastening it, he lowered his lips to nibble and taste close to the leather and ground his hips against the soft but firm buttocks of his young prince. He was tired... but he needed to take the prince one last time and gripping the collar tight, he held Legolas in place as he pushed himself inside.

Legolas: Legolas wept with relief. Ai, Master Elu Meleth was so kind! Even though he was tired, he still gave Legolas sex to make him feel better! He cried out joyfully and made himself fully available for his beloved, arching his back and pushing toward Elu's body to take him in more fully. His whole body shook with sobs of pleasure...

Elu: Mastery over Legolas seemed to be growing on Elu and as Legolas submitted, the king took it all. He pushed his lips against one pointed ear, growling and panting against it. "Aii Valar... Yes... I like you like this, my prince... I think tomorrow you will wear only the collar until we go out." His eyes flashed and he began pounding into Legolas, lifting his leg for more leverage and gripping on hand on the collar... the other on the headboard of the bed. He rode Legolas like this as if he were a wild creature.

Legolas: Legolas was perfectly happy to take everything he could get. Crying out over and over, caroling his joy and desire, he matched Elu's rhythm and clung to the headboard, not daring to let go for the marvelous force Elu was using. It felt so good! But his hardened cock felt a little neglected... "Touch me," he begged. "P-please, Master, touch me!!"

Elu: With Legolas holding onto the board, he was able to let go and slip his fingers around the straining length under his lover. He licked and kissed along Legolas' spine as he flickered his finger back and forth over the leaking crown and then palmed him, stroking fully in time with his thrusts. He felt a tremble through Legolas and cried out, jerking against him as his flanks quivered and hot semen filled his mate as he howled.

Legolas: The feel and sound of Elu's climax was enough to send Legolas over the brink; he screamed hoarsely and spent himself in strong spurts over Elu's hand, pumping helplessly until he was empty. Then he collapsed against the headboard, hitting his forehead on the edge... seeing stars, he fell back on the bed and started to moan--but then he began to chuckle. It was just all so ridiculously wonderfully silly..... He rolled into Elu's arms, holding onto him for dear life. "That was good!" he giggled.

Elu: Elu looked at his lover with sympathy and hold him tightly. "I think I better keep you very close indeed! " He smiled, feeling that warm afterglow fill him as he cuddled against the prince and yawned. "Mmm very good... you are magnificent, meleth. Shall we sleep now?"

Legolas: "I would like that," Legolas giggled, the bright sound interrupted by another yawn. "So tired... we're all stinky again though..."

Elu: Grinning. * Yes... but at least now... you stink like me." Elu winked, then curled about the younger elf and closed his eyes. He hoped Legolas would recover from the fanroot someday... as much as he loved the sex... it might kill him!

Legolas: Legolas cuddled into his arms, happy to be safely home and not minding much at all if he were chained to the bed. "I like making sex with you!" he whispered around another yawn.....



Isn't he wonderful?? *rolls over and purrs...*