"I have not the heart to tell you," said
Legolas. "For me the grief is too near."
He had known of deathof course he had. Had not his mother
died bringing him into the world? Had not his friends died guarding
Gollum? But knowing was not seeing. Feeling losseven
the loss of his own motherwas not losing.
As he wandered beneath the trees of Lorien, behind him, his distant
kin were singing their Lament for Mithrandir...
For the first time, he had seen it: seen the moment when
hope had left Mithrandir's eyes; seen the moment when resignation
had taken its place; seen the moment when the survival of his
friends"Fly, you fools"had become
all that was left to him.
At that moment the world had broken; and now it could never be
What he would give never to have left Mirkwood.
I miss you, Ada, he thought. I miss Singollo and Voronwë.
And I miss the comfort of her arms.
How he had reached the pool he had no idea. But the water, glowing
pale blue-green in the light of Ithil, was calm and soothing.
To bathe is not disrespectful, he thought. The water
will cleanse my spirit. He sat down on a wooden bench, slipped
off his tunic, pulled off his boots, and unlaced his leggings.
"Can I help you, your Highness?"
The voice belonged to a bathing attendant. She was youngno
more than fifty years, he judgedand fair.
And she was looking at him with unconcealed admiration.
He could have re-laced his leggings, could have taken up his
tunic and boots, and left, thanking her for her offer of assistance.
Later he would wish that he had.
But at that moment, in the moonlight, beside the blue-green pool,
with Gandalf's Lament whispering on the breeze, he fixed his eyes
upon her face and pulled his leggings open.
He saw her eyes widen. "Your Highness!" Her reaction
She fell down before him, a hand on each knee. "Show me
what you like..."
He took her hand and placed it on his penis, gently curling her
fingers around its bulk, then guided her hand up and down.
Smiling, she bent forward and took him in her mouth.
Legolas closed his eyes. He needed thisit felt as
though a century had passed since that night in Rivendell. He
stretched out his legs, muscles taut, arched his back, gripped
Oh Valar. "Do not stop, little one," he whispered.
"Please. Do not stop."
"There is far better to be had than that."
Legolas' eyes flew open.
A second elleth, equally young, equally fair, was gazing down
Gazing at them.
The first elleth raised her head andmuch to Legolas' physical
discomfortoffered him to her friend with a welcoming
smile. The second elleth, licking her lips, sank to her knees
and took him in her mouth.
"Ceryn Manwë," gasped Legolas.
The first elleth was watching her friend with obvious pleasureher
hand between her own thighsand Legolas had the distinct
impression that his role was now secondary.
Any hard elf would give them what they want, he thought.
And something about thatabout being reduced to nothing but
a convenient erectionmade his pulse quicken and his loins
burn brighter, and he thrust his hips forward, unconsciously preparing
"No, your Highness." The first elleth closed her hand
around him and squeezed. "Wait. Save your strength, for you
must pleasure us both."
"Caro!" The elf sank back, gasping for breath.
With a wicked smile, the first elleth turned onto her back and,
shuffling between his legs, came up beneath him, sucking his testicles
into her mouth. Her companion continued to coax his penis.
Within moments Legolas was again on the brink, sobbing like an
elfling, his body trembling. "I am coming!" The second
elleth's hand immediately stopped him.
"We must come first," she said, rising gracefully.
And, placing a knee at either side of his thighs, she sank down
upon him and began to ride him.
Legolas grabbed her waist, and tried to thrust, but the first
elleth, still lapping at his testicles, stopped him with a strong
hand on each thigh.
"Oh," the second elleth moaned, "oh yes... You
are a mallorn, your Highness!" She closed her eyes
and leaned back from him, fondling her own breasts as she rose
and fell. "Ohhhh..." Her movements had become
urgentshe was riding him hard.
She was smiling...
"OH," she cried, "OH YES! YES, YES, YES... YES!"
Her hands flew up to her hair, her back arched, and Legolas felt
her body contract, as though she was trying to push him out of
"There!" She gave Legolas a quick peck on the forehead.
"Your turn," she said. But she was speaking to her friend.
Legolas waited whilst the ellith changed positions.
"Are you all right, your Highness?"
He nodded, speechless. There was nothing left of him, now, but
his erection, and that was infinite.
"You are so beautiful," said the elleth, stroking
his hair. "The fairest elf we have ever had." She leant
forward and added, in his ear, "And the biggest."
She began to move.
"Let me come," whispered Legolas, hoarsely, "please.
Let me come..." The elleth between his legs laughed, sending
vibrations down through his testicles, up into his belly, and
out through his limbs. He felt her hand move under his buttocks,
felt her fingers trespass...
His body arched to avoid it but there was no escape.
They were riding him to his death.
He would not survive it.
He could not survive it.
"LAGO," he screamed. "SI! SI!"
And the sky exploded within him.
He opened his eyes. The first elleth was gazing down at him,
her eyes filled with concern.
"You fell into a swoon, your Highness." She smiled.
"We were worried. It has never happened before."
"Did I...? Ohyes. Yes, thank you. I did."
He carried the guilt of that night with him, hidden in his heart,
until the blessed day when, deep in the Forest of Fangorn, he
again beheld Mithrandir, reborn as Gandalf the White.