Orlando blinked as Viggo hung up on him and shrugged lightly as he leaned back in the cabs seat and closed his eyes briefly. The ride back was pretty quiet as he thought the phone might ring again, but something inside him began to stir....

Upon reaching the hotel, Orlando got out and headed up to his suite. As he entered his set of rooms, he could hear the sounds of vigorous lovemaking next door and he chuckled at the sounds that Elijah was making, because he knew that he too had made the same sounds when he shagged with Charlie. Leaning back on the bed he rested his arms across his chest and turned on the telly, but found nothing on but an old movie with Viggo in it. "G.I. Bloody Jane," he cursed and turned it off.

He pulled out his Discman and put in his Empire Burlesque cd by Bob Dylan. He lay down and listened to "Seeing the Real You at Last" and drifted.

Well, I thought that the rain would cool things down
But it looks like it don't.
I'd like to get you to change your mind
But it looks like you won't.

From now on I'll be busy,
Ain't goin' nowhere fast.
I'm just glad it's over
And I'm seeing the real you at last.

The blue stone on Orlando's chest began to glow, pulsating like a heartbeat, but slightly slower. The was a certain heaviness in the air, like the feeling before a storm. Within this heaviness a spirit started to awake. Legolas shivered within his crystal prison. Why was he awaking? He had been at peace. "Noooo! Send me back to my slumbers! I have no desire to feel this anguish," his spirit screamed out in anguish.

Orlando sat up and grabbed his head as it pain suddenly swirled through it. As he bowed his head he saw that the blue stone was pulsating and glowing. "What the bloody fuck..?" he cursed, as he snatched it from around his neck. He was tempted to throw it across the room, but as he took it from around his neck he realized that the feelings of comfort that he gleaned from it was gone.

As the stone left Orlando's chest, Legolas felt weakened, his spirit had only a small anchor to hold on too. He gratefully began to drift back into a fitful sleep.

He slipped the necklace back over his neck and let it rest against his chest, feeling that security and comfort once more. He glanced over at the mirror next to the bed and blinked. "Whoa... Bloody hell," he whispered as his entire body was glowing a soft shade of blue.

Legolas again felt himself awaken but the shock was not as great as his slumber had not been as deep. He tried to find out where he was, but his senses seemed deadened. He reached out with his mind to call to anyone who could hear him. There seemed to be someone who should hear him near, but he was not strong enough to send that call to whomever it was.

Orlando shuddered, as he felt something.... no, someone inside him and it wasn't anything like he had ever experienced before. "Bloody fuck, I think I'm going insane," he said as he stared in the mirror and saw a form taking over his facial features, and he saw himself there, blonde hair blue eyed, he was Legolas again... "This is bloody creepy."

Legolas felt something, no someone there. Vainly he tried to reach out, but he was too weak yet.

Orlando leaned forwards and touched the stone around his neck as he stared into the mirror, "Why.... why do I look like this?"

Legolas felt the person was troubled, so he tried to send out feelings of peace. He visualized the river Nimrodel flowing through the Forest of Lorien. With it's tinkling waters and the golden blooms of the Mellyrn tree overhead, it was the most peaceful image within his memories.

Orlando collapsed against the bed as he could see it, Lorien: golden, silver and white and oh so beautiful, and feelings of peace washed over him in waves. "What is happening to me... I... I feel so... so different," he whispered, as he closed his eyes.

Legolas felt himself grow stronger. He imagined himself within his vision. The Prince of Mirkwood stood next to the river Nimrodel, wearing a white tunic embroidered in silver with leggings to match. His bright hair was pulled back into their customary braids but he wore a silver filet upon his brow with a single cerulean blue stone embedded in it. He looked about and saw a young human, laying by the river bed. Walking swiftly with nary a sound, Legolas approached him. He seemed to be in deep slumber. Legolas took a silken cloth from out of his pouch and dipped it in the clear waters of the Nimrodel. Kneeling next to the young man he went to bathe his forehead, but stopped. For this golden youth seemed impossibly familiar. Shaking his head slightly, Legolas washed his brow in the cool waters.

Orlando opened his eyes, moaning softly with the feeling of the cool cloth against his brow. He was dressed in a pair of low rider jeans, and a black silk shirt that lay open across his chest. He opened his brown eyes and looked up at the silvery blonde elf who hovered over him. He blinked rather stupidly and his mouth dropped open as he stared at Legolas in awe and shock, "You... you can't.... you can't be..."

Legolas stared confusedly at the young man, "I can not be what, good gentle?" He spoke English in a strange accent that reminded one of birds in flight, bells ringing and many other of the beautiful sounds found in nature. There seemed to be many hidden levels in his voice.

Orlando thought about backing up, but found himself entranced at the musical voice and beauty of the elf before him. He was not able to move from his present spot, "You cannot be Legolas... I played you in a movie...."

"How is it that you know my name, young human? I have lived away from men for many of your lifetimes in seclusion." His blue eyes seared into Orlando's, "I know not this word 'movie' and I know that I have never played with you," the beautiful elf seemed amused at this thought.

"You are the prince of Mirkwood.... your name is Legolas Greenleaf, you are the son of Thranduil..." he started and then rushed on, "You're a character in a book, that I played in a major motion picture.... why... why were you in seclusion?" Orlando asked, as he sat up a bit and looked at Legolas with a narrowed gaze, wondering if he was in fact insane. Hesitantly he reached out to touch the pale alabaster flesh of Legolas' cheek and paused just before his fingers came into contact.

Legolas grabbed his fingers indignantly and pushed them away quickly, "You know that I am a prince and yet you attempt to touch me. Hath you learned no manners in your young years. I assure you that I am not from a book. What is this motion picture and why do you insist you played with me?" Legolas was confused and in his confusion he grew distant and coldly arrogant.

At the contact of their fingers Orlando felt a flare of heat pass between them, "I'm sorry... it's.... it's just that... you are real, I'm not hallucinating," he said softly, as he spoke once more, "if you are not from a book, then where are you from and what is this place? It looks like the set of Lothlorien."

With a mercurial change of mood typical for elves, Legolas looked at this impatient young man with humor in his eyes, "Always it is the same with mortals, hurrying from place to place without a thought as to where their destination is," Legolas chuckled. "You have already answered your  questions, I am from Mirkwood originally. Although the last that I remember I was in Galadriel's glade in the undying lands. And this IS Lothlorien, at least my remembrance of it. The fairest kingdom of Middle Earth, where every night the birds would join our songs and the sun never set." Legolas smiled poignantly, "But good sir, I tire of not knowing your name, please make me a present of it."

He looked up at Legolas and said softly, "I'm Orlando." He offered his hand towards the elf. "I'm sorry if I said something I should not have..." he finished, staring up at him with those brown eyes filled with pain and sorrow.

Legolas grasped his forearm in the manner of men in Middle Earth, "You may call me Legolas. You said nothing amiss, it is just that I am filled with memories. Sweet memories, but ones that bring sorrow at the loss." Legolas pulled Orlando to his feet fluidly, "Come walk with me, let me show you my world. I can tell that you too are suffering, let us ease each other's sorrow in the way of friends."

Orlando grasped his forearm in the same manner as he got to his feet with help, "Yes, we shall walk," he said, as he walked along with Legolas. "What are you suffering from, if you want to tell me.... that is. I don't want to pry into your private affairs." he said softly as he marveled at the wonder and splendor of the world around them.

Legolas led him under the glowing Mallorn blossoms. Putting one hand on Orlando's shoulder, he gestured with his other, "This is where I met Haldir the Watch Guardian. If you look carefully above you can see a Guardian's talan. A talan is a dwelling, although these are not very spacious or comfortable like the ones within the city." Legolas explained with a nostalgic smile. "My sorrow, Orlando is the loss of all that I have known and love, but that pales beside the loss of mine own true love."

Orlando turned to him in surprise, "That's my problem too, Legolas. Well not exactly ... oh Bloody Hell, it's complicated. Would you tell me about your love?" asked Orlando softly.

"My love, Orlando, was a dream, an impossible dream. He loved me only as a beloved friend, his love was reserved for his queen. But I could have lived with that, lived on the crumbs of his affection. But Orlando, he was a mortal! His light was meant to shine for such a short time. Elves only bond in their spirits once, Orlando. Even though our bonding was one-sided and incomplete, I could not go on without him." Tears dripped like crystal from his beautiful blue orbs, laying a trail on his luminescent skin.

Orlando was transfixed by the sight of the elf in his sorrow. His beauty was haunting. Orlando couldn't imagine why anyone would pass up on such beauty. He walked over and placed his hand on Legolas' arm. The sorrowful elf flinched at first, then smiling covered Orlando's hand with his own. A warm burning sensation passed from where their flesh joined. Surprised they looked at each other, then looked away quickly. They separated with burning faces.

"Wh..wh..at did you do then?" Orlando stammered. His hand still tingled from the contact with Legolas.

Legolas smiled grimly, "I went to my love's funeral, of course. I stood with his lady, Arwen and we grieved together." Orlando looked up in shock. Legolas' true love was Aragorn, how ironic. Legolas continued unaware of Orlando's revelation, "I tried to live without him, but the sorrow was too deep. I sailed to the Grey Havens with my companion Gimli in the hopes that I would find some peace. But there was no peace to be had, my spirit had been sundered. Orlando, I began to fade. That which was Legolas began to leave my body. I was eager for this too, but my friends would not allow it to happen. Lady Galadriel through her magic arts, took my spirit and encased it in a blue gem stone. And I slept, finally in peace."

Anguish filled the elf's eyes, "But now I have awoken and must deal with my grief within the prison of Galadriel's making and it was through my own choice."

"I don't understand, Legolas. This place is hardly a prison, it's beautiful!" Orlando said confusedly.

Legolas sat on the ground gracefully and chuckled darkly, "You don't understand Orlando, this is not my prison. This is a memory, that I have pulled you into. I was hoping to bring you some peace, for I could sense your sadness within my cell. I am afraid that this is merely temporary. I am not even sure why I was able to do this, for I have never had any magical abilities except for some minor healing before this."

Orlando sat in front of Legolas and searched his face with his velvety brown eyes, then his eyes fastened on the filet that Legolas wore. "Where did you get the stone? The one in your head band. The blue one!" Orlando asked urgently.

Surprised, Legolas lifted the filet from his head to look. "That is strange, my filet never had this before. This is the stone, Orlando, the one that holds my spirit. It must have followed me to this place." He carefully put it back upon his head.

Orlando reached for the necklace he always wore, but to his surprise the necklace was missing, "Legolas, I don't know if you are going to believe this, but it's true. I found that stone in New Zealand two days ago, laying on the beach. I had it made into a necklace."

"That would answer some of the questions that I have, Orlando. Why should I be awakened and be able to feel your sadness? You were wearing my spirit. And maybe that is why you seem so familiar to me, for that has been puzzling me also," Legolas replied gravely.

Orlando laughed hoarsely in torment, "I can answer that one, Legolas. Look at my face, give me paler skin, blue eyes and long blond hair. Who do you see, Legolas?" There was a note of despair in Orlando's voice as he remembered Viggo longing for the face before him.

Legolas looked closely at Orlando and began to imagine the changes that he had specified. His eyes opened widely and his nostril's flared, "Orlando, you are me! How can this be?" Legolas reached out and traced the outlines of Orlando's face with a finger. It was like a line of fire dripping down his face. It wasn't painful, instead it was incredibly erotic.

Orlando flinched away and Legolas looked in amazement at his finger, for it too had heated with the contact. Legolas thought about that burning and imagined it covering his whole body. His face flushed delicately.

"Tell me of your love, Orlando!" The elf said quickly, trying to take his mind off of that sensual vision.

Orlando considered the question carefully, "My love? Well he's tall, good looking, long hair the color of ripe wheat, green eyes like the color of your usual jerkin... the two toned one, you know of which I'm speaking of right?" He didn't want to mention Viggo's connection to Aragorn and the irony of the similarity of their hopeless loves.

Legolas looked down upon his apparel. This was his coronation outfit. He hadn't worn this since Aragorn had married Arwen and been crowned King. Sighing sadly he said, "Aye, I know the one you mean, but how is it that you know of it?"

"I told you, I played you in a movie... in my... well my world you come from a book. And, I played you in the movie adaptation of it," he replied softly, "But I prefer this outfit, it brings out the beautiful cheekbones you have."

A warmth filled Legolas heart at Orlando's compliment and traveled downward. This young man who was so like him and yet so different. "How can I be so attracted to him? He is not Aragorn," he thought confusedly. Then he said, "I know that a book is somewhat like a scroll, though I am no scholar, but please you keep speaking the word 'movie', what is this? And how could you be me?"

Orlando pondered his questions for a moment and then replied, "I was not you... well I was you... it's complicated. What a movie is, is like how you would go through life was it not your own... you'd play a role, like act out something... I played you, took on your actions to the best of my ability."

Legolas considered his disjointed words carefully and then said enlightened, "So you are a player in an entertainment, is that what you are saying, Orlando?"

"Actually...." he ducked his head, "yes." For a moment he was sure that the Elf Prince would find such a position trivial and wished that he had something better to lay before this glorious being

Unaware of the young man's conflict, Legolas inquired "And this entertainment was about my life?" The elf sounded stunned. He considered the moments of his life as a private thing, not something to be played out before an audience.

"Not just your life, for the love of my life played another member of the fellowship," he sighed softly. "I loved him, and I thought he loved me... but he doesn't," he whispered, "He is in love with someone else."

The elf shifted his body so that he was sitting next to Orlando and he placed his arms about him to comfort, "So we are very alike are we not, Orlando?" Legolas laid his head trustingly upon Orlando's shoulder.

Gently, almost reverently, he reached up and stroked Legolas' silken locks, "Yeah, I guess we are." He whispered, his fingertips tracing the tip of the Elven ear.

A soft moan came deep within Legolas, a liquid fire heated his groin and he quivered in desire. "Aiye, you do not know what that does to me!" he groaned.

He smiled tenderly. "Actually, I do," he whispered. He turned his own head and nibbling slightly at the tip of it with his lips. His tongue flicked out and slid against the tip of it as he nibbled lightly and sucked at the tip. "You don't know what it is that you've done to me."

Burning with incredible desire and need, Legolas clung to him and trembled. His long graceful fingers gripped Orlando spasmodically as his entire body quaked. He swallowed and managed to say, "I have not been with anyone in many human lifetimes, you are making me come undone."

"Maybe...." he whispered against the Elven ear, "that my sensitive places, the places that drive me wild will do the same to you. I guess I just have to discover them for myself." He moved his head downwards and nipped delicately at the base of Legolas' ear, fingers moving to the fastenings of that beautiful Elven tunic and slowly beginning to part it. His fingers moved on their own volition knowing exactly where the ties were, as he parted the material and placed his own tanned hand against the pale expanse of Legolas' chest.

Legolas arched his body, shivering as the cool air touched his chest. The feeling of Orlando's mouth upon his throat was making him faint with desire. He reached for the back of Orlando's shirt and pulled it out of his pants, reaching under it he ran his fingers over the sensitive areas above his hips.

Orlando shivered with the feeling of the graceful fingertips running over the sensitive skin of his hips and wriggled slightly with a languid sigh of pleasure. Strong, tanned fingers that looked completely almost out of place on the paleness of Legolas' chest reached the elf's nipples and pinched lightly between his thumb and finger, rolling them between his fingers as he bit delicately at the base of Legolas' ear again.

Legolas' fingernails raked Orlando's back and then clawed when Orlando pinched and bit him. He grasped the thin material of the shirt and ripped it from Orlando's back.

A low growl left Orlando's mouth as the shirt was ripped off his back and his chest was slightly heaving in desire and the ring in his nipple was glittering in the moonlight that filtered through the trees above as he backed up and looked at Legolas. "Slow down, Legolas.. not so fast," he whispered, as he gently pushed Legolas onto his back and rolled atop him, gently biting at the Elven nipples.

"Orlando!" he cried in pleasure at the warm mouth on his nipples

"Lle naa curucuar...vanima, amin naa tualle," he whispered in Elvish as he gently swirled his tongue around the hardening peak, nibbling at the skin lightly, his fingers pinching the other one as he lazily started to trace a fiery path with his tongue from one to the other.

Legolas shivered as he heard Orlando speaking Elvish, for it was as if it came from his own lips. He moved rhythmically beneath the young man and grabbed his hips with strong fingers.

Watching him shiver, Orlando traced his tongue over the other nipple. He looked up into Legolas' face, watching the traces of love and desire that washed over his face in waves. "Mani uma lle merna?" he queried, as he slowly slid up the lithe form beneath him and kissed Legolas' lips softly, his tongue sliding across the lips; begging without words for entrance.

"Aníron lle, Malthen mathor," he gasped and allowed Orlando entrance to his mouth. He licked Orlando's tongue as it invaded and then sucked lightly upon it. "You are so beautiful Orlando, You are as sunlight to my moonlight."

He groaned softly, as Legolas sucked on his tongue Orlando, flicked his tongue around the interior of Legolas' mouth before pulling back and simply tracing his way over the finely sculpted features of the elf beneath him. "If you are moonlight, then I wish to do nothing more than bathe you in my warmth... But you're not cold like the moonlight, Legolas, you're warm, so very warm."

Legolas sighed, at Orlando's words, "You make me warm, Golden One. I have been cold for so long and now I feel myself opening like a new blossom." Legolas reached between them and explored the fastenings of Orlando's pants with his long supple fingers. "These are strange to me, Mir Nín. Help me, for I want to feel your flesh," he demanded gently.

Orlando's fingers covered Legolas' and showed him how do deal with the button and the zippers with a tender smile, "I love the way you open yourself to me... you remind me of a flower opening in the rays of the morning sun..." he whispered. He rose to his knees and knelt before Legolas, pushing the tunic off the elf so that the pale upper chest was bared to his gaze.

As Orlando rose before him, Legolas suddenly saw the glint of silver upon his nipple, "What is this? Did someone brand you, are you a slave?" His face was full of concern for the young man who was loving him.

Orlando glanced down at the ring. "No, that was for fun, in my world, people do things like that all the time... along with things like this..." he said as he showed Legolas the inside of his right arm where the word nine was written in Elvish.

Legolas looked at the tattoo thoughtfully, "What significance is nertë to you, Dear One?" He reached up and absently played with Orlando's left nipple and it's ring.

He blanched as Legolas began to play with the nipple ring, thinking that it was going to hurt. There wasn't any pain however and instead pure pleasure shot through Orlando's body like a bolt of lightning. "There.... there were nine of us in the original fellowship, we all got them to keep the memory of our friendship and bond alive," he whispered. He arched his back, pressing his chest towards Legolas for more attention to the aching peak. "But... some of those bonds have faded..." he added with sadness.

Legolas raised himself slightly on one elbow, "There were nine of us in our fellowship as well Orlando, we lost one. It is a tragedy when covenants are shattered." He pressed his lips to the enticing ring and tongued the area around it, then he nibbled experimentally.

Orlando nodded. "It was Gandalf in the mines of Moria... you said, if I remember my line correctly: For we went needlessly into the net of Moria. A balrog of Morgoth," he said softly as he hissed out his breath at the motions of Legolas' lips and tongue.

"No, for Gandalf was redeemed from darkness, I was speaking of Boromir, his betrayal and the sad consequences of that," Legolas spoke sadly, remembering the proud warrior's passion and downfall. Pinching Orlando's nipple with his finger, Legolas ran his tongue up Orlando's chest and then bit firmly above his collar bone.

Orlando gasped at the suddenness of the bite and it's painful pleasure. "Boromir who died protecting Merry and Pippin from the onslaught of the Uruk-Hai," he said softly, his senses enflamed. He moved his body into Legolas' for more of the attentions that the elven male was bestowing upon his body so lavishly.

"Yes, Orlando. It amazes me that you know so much of our lives. And I know so little about you." Rolling Orlando over, Legolas removed his boots. He ran his hands gently over Orlando's feet, memorizing them with his fingers.

Orlando stifled a giggle but barely as his feet were ticklish and he squirmed a bit, "What... what do you want to know?" he asked, as he propped himself up on his elbows and stared at Legolas with half masted eyes filled with curiosity and love.

"Tell me of your family, Orlando. That is always a good place to start," Legolas let go of his feet and lifted Orlando's hips to remove the pants slowly, caressing his hips and legs as they were pulled down.

"My mother's name is Sonia.... my sister is two years older than me... that's ..." he shivered and shuddered at the gentle touches, "Sa...Samantha..." he whispered, "and... and Maude...."

"Maude?" The elf rolled the strange name around on his tongue. "What is maude?" He pulled the pants off completely and set them aside carefully. Investigating Orlando's body, he found the sun tattoo and was delighted. "I knew you were my sun, Orlando!"

Orlando flushed crimson, as Legolas spoke about the sun tattoo. He replied shakily, "Maude... is my dog."

"Ahh I see..." Legolas breathed against the tattoo and then licked it to see if it tasted any different from the golden flesh around it.

His abdomen shook in reaction as he hissed out a breath. As he felt the soft tongue against his skin, he moaned softly and his head thrashed around from side to side in the grass beneath him. The moon was at Legolas back and he looked more ghostly and untouchable than usual. Orlando whimpered softly, his fingers sliding through Legolas' long hair and tangling in the super soft strands within his fingers.

Legolas reveled in the reaction his simple actions were producing. He lightly ran his fingers just along the side of Orlando's shaft, tracing an outline with his fingernails. He bent and tongued the nipple ring again for it fascinated him.

Another whimper left Orlando's throat as he threw back his head.  Eyes closed in ecstasy at the feeling of Legolas' fingers on his aching erection, and the tongue, that trailed a fiery, blazing path on his nipple with the ring as he tried valiantly to piece together the scraps of his control.

Legolas smiled against his nipple, breathing warm moist air over his sensitive nub. "Maethoren vain, You touch my spirit and ease my aching. What do you want me to do?"

A shivering moan left his lips as Orlando whispered, "Aníron ernil vain Aníron an caro mil, lle maba."

"Sui lle iest, Hûn Nín", Legolas stood and reached into his pouch, removing a small ceramic pot which he placed next to Orlando. Then Legolas unfastened the silvery leggings and removed them slowly, never taking his eyes from Orlando's.

As his body was bared in the moonlight, Orlando had to hiss in a breath as he looked at the beauty of the warrior before him. He smiled, softly as he gazed at Legolas, "You truly are handsome, Mir Nín."

"As are you, Orlando. You make me feel like I have never been with anyone before, like a nervous virgin," Legolas smiled with heartbreaking intensity. He kneeled next to Orlando and opened the pot, a sweet fragrance emerged. "This is so that I will not hurt you, Pen Maelui."

"Are you a virgin? For I certainly am not," he said, with a playful smirk on his lips. Orlando lay there beneath Legolas with that lusty half smile and reached up placing a hand against the side of Legolas' face.

"No, I am not. The elves of Mirkwood find sexual play much to their liking. I was initiated young," he smiled crookedly. "There are many places in the woods to escape watchful eyes." He warmed some of the ointment in the pot between his slender hands, his grace in even this simple action evident.

"How old are you?" Orlando asked softly, as he watched those hands rub together knowing that they were going to be on his body and soon. He trembled sweetly, his lower lip pouting slightly as he licked it slowly.

Legolas' eyes deepened to indigo and gleamed in amusement, as he focused on his lover's eyes. "In your years I would reckon it to be about 2,500 although we do not keep track of such things. I hope you do not think that I am too old for you," he smiled sweetly, knowingly. Grasping Orlando's penis in between his hands, he massaged him gently but firmly, the oil releasing it's scent as it touched the heat of his body.

"No, you are not too old for me, I don't think age..." his voice trailed off as Legolas hands came in contact with his length and his back arched up sharply, mouth parting in silent shouts of ecstasy, pressing his hips upwards into Legolas' hand.

Legolas leaned his pearly chest over Orlando's golden one as he continued with his hands. He whispered into the side of his mouth, "Then what is it that you think of, Cuiamin?" He nibbled along his jaw line, and sunk his teeth into Orlando's neck just below his ear.

Tiny spasms rippled through Orlando's body and he arched his back sharper. With the bite to his neck, he whimpered, "it... it shouldn't matter... Melethron..." he whispered, digging his fingers into Legolas' hair and pulling him that much closer.

Orlando was spread out before him like a feast. He shifted his body and straddled him, their sexes melding in liquid heat. Legolas said, "Do you want me within you, A'maelamin?"

He nodded, staring in wonder at the simple elegance and beauty of the man above him, no not man, elf, the other half of him. "When I picked up the stone... I felt something from it, loyalty, love, strength... I did not realize at that moment that it was you.... but I'm glad that it was, Seron Vell."

"I too, am glad that you found me. You have given me peace, which I thought not to find except in my endless slumbers. You are my spirit." Legolas took some more ointment from the jar and spread it upon himself, his stomach quivering at the feelings his own hands was producing on him.

Orlando's hands reached out and gently covered Legolas', he desired to minister to his new lover by spreading the ointment for him. "Let me... please?" he asked with a smile, as he dipped his fingers into the jar and rubbed his fingertips together before placing them on Legolas' erection with gentle, feather light touches.

Legolas arched deeply as the heat from Orlando's fingers touched him. He groaned in need. "What is this heat that is between us, is it magical?" Legolas cried hoarsely.

"I'm not sure if it's magical or not, but... Aníron le... n'uma ner, maba Nín....  Maethor Nín..."

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to last if Orlando kept up his ministrations, Legolas removed his hands from his member and gently rolled him over partially, his hands caressing his body as he did so. Taking a small amount of ointment from the pot, he blew on it to warm it and massaged it around and into Orlando's opening, kneading his buttocks with his free hand.

He quivered as he was rolled to his side and whimpered at the feeling of Legolas' hand kneading and massaging, but it was the finger that was going to be his undoing as Orlando let out a whimper, throwing his head backwards and letting out a cry of pleasure into the silver clouded night.

Legolas teased Orlando with his slender fingers, gently entering and then pulling out. He reached over with his other hand and stroked his impressive length. Biting him beneath the ribs, he pushed a finger all the way in.

Orlando bit his lip to keep from screaming as he was bitten and teased by Legolas' fingers, whimpering as Legolas pushed all the way in and made his body arch in ecstasy, he was already so close to bursting, when Legolas' hand came into contact with his erection he placed his hand atop the Elf's and said, "Please... I... I want to pleasure you."

Legolas stilled his hands and murmured against his flesh, "I am yours, do with me what you will, Amin." He withdrew from Orlando and lay upon the soft moss, waiting for what ever his lover had in mind.

Orlando rolled Legolas onto his stomach and gently traced the backbone with his tongue as he leaned down to do so, biting lightly at the back of his neck before trailing his tongue down the spine, kissing and nibbling.

Arching his back, Legolas groaned. The feel of Orlando's mouth on his spine was amazing. Ever lick and nibble sent fire spiraling through his body.

When he reached the alabaster buttocks of Legolas he spread them with his hands and gazed at the small rosebud there, and leaned down, placing his head between them as he gently exhaled against the opening with a breath of warm air.

Legolas' erection swelled until it was painful. Such sweet torture. Orlando's breath on him caused him to quiver. "Saes, Aníron lle!" he cried.

"Shhh, my spirit brother... Dina, A’mael," he whispered, as his tongue slid out and caressed the skin just below that opening teasing and tasting. His thumb sliding against the tight opening with tight circles.

Legolas spread his legs further and opened himself fully to his other half. He pressed his chest into the ground and raised his hips slightly. "Aiye, I burn for you Orlando."

"Prepare to burn for a bit longer, for I have something I want to do to you... something special," he whispered. Orlando moved from that inviting ass and up his body to nibble lightly at the tip of Legolas' ear, then back down the body he went, reaching his ass once more, he spread the cheeks and with his tongue traced the opening, gently flicking his tongue.

Each nibble and each flick of the tongue sent fresh shudders through his body. He almost released his seed when Orlando tortured his ear tip, but Orlando didn't linger there long, but oh the feeling of his tongue upon his opening. He bucked his hips and screamed.

Hearing that scream was music to Orlando's ears as he spread those cheeks a bit wider and pushed his tongue into Legolas' hole as far as it would go and wiggled his finger against that strip of skin  teasing it even as he slurped, lapped and licked around and within Legolas' rose.

Legolas' world was spiraling out of control, so he bit his arm to keep himself centered, moaning hoarsely against his own flesh. He strained to open himself as far as possible to the delicious invasion of his anus.

"Did you want me to stop?" he asked, pulling his face away but barely as he bit the flesh of Legolas' cute buttock, marking the flesh momentarily then lapping at it to soothe the bite.

"Noooo! Or-Orlando..." Legolas odd accent became stronger as he cried out, wanting so much more.

"Then what do you want, pen-vuil?" Orlando asked, stroking Legolas' ass lightly with his fingertips, tracing the skin there with those light touches. He nipped at the small of Legolas' back

"D-don't stop, please!" need oozed in each syllable. Legolas' body shook in it's torment.

Orlando chuckled, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, "tell me what it is that you want, Melethen..." he whispered, licking his way back up Legolas' spine until he reached his ear, that sensitive ear and nibbled at the lobe, tracing his tongue along the edge

"I want ..." his voice broke when Orlando reached his ear. He couldn't move, his whole body tensed and shook. His moan became a howl.

He slipped two fingers into Legolas' body, gently sliding them in and out, as he curled them slightly pressing against his sweet spot as he stroked it gently, nipping at the base of his earlobe. "Tell me, what it is you want, Ernilen..."

"Caro mîl enni, Pen Maelui, Im baur lle." Legolas could no longer think to speak in common. The fingers inside him were driving him wild and the nips on his ears were putting him over the edge.

Sliding his fingers out of Legolas was hard for the Elf was tight and he longed now to sink himself into that heat, the beautiful form writhing beneath him was almost too much for Orlando to bear as he lay atop Legolas' body spreading his cheeks and teasing the opening with the tip of his erection, gently circling it, not even breaching it yet.

Legolas strained upwards trying to impale himself on Orlando's erection, but Orlando was restraining his hips with his hot hands. He opened himself up like a flower and lay upon the moss, panting in anticipation.

He knelt behind Legolas and gently wrapped his arms around the strong yet pale form before him and drew him upwards into his lap so that Legolas' strong thighs were resting against his own. With exquisite tenderness he slid himself to the hilt within Legolas, letting out a groan of pleasure as he did so. One hand remained on Legolas' chest, gently pinching at the nipple the other slid downwards encircling the length of the beautiful elf and stroking it in time with the thrusts of his hips.

"Lle hannon, Orlando, Lle hannon." Legolas squirmed upon his penis, squeezing it gently and moaning. His penis bucked against Orlando's hand as he cried out in ecstasy.

"How do you want it, beloved? Hard and fast, slow and sweet?" he asked softly, nibbling at the earlobe that dangled enticingly before him. Teasingly, Orlando stilled his hips of all movement.

"Avo daur, saes. I need you so badly, please. Fuck me hard!" the harsh words sounded odd coming from the elegant elf.

Orlando smiled wickedly as he growled in the delicately pointed ear, "Sui lle iest," he said as he moved his hips back and thrust hard into the body before him, angling his hips so he brushed Legolas' sweet spot. He bit the lobe and growled softly, his hand on the erection moving in time with his thrusts, they were long and hard just as the elf had asked for.

Legolas quivered as Orlando growled in his ear. As received the first thrust a cry of joy escaped him. His erection was on fire, he knew it would be only moments. He matched Orlando's movements with his own counter thrusts, his cheeks soft yet firm against Orlando's hard hips.

He moved both his hands to Legolas' slim hips and whispered huskily, "Touch yourself... bring yourself pleasure, Maethor Nín... Aníron cen lle, Nín Bain." Orlando used both hands to hold those wiggling hips still, as he thrusted harder and faster into Legolas' tight heat, moaning with the pleasure of it all.

Legolas grasped himself and his fingers danced along his length. He began stroking himself in time with Orlando's thrusts. His other hand reached up and grasped Orlando's hair, mewling in need he pulled.

With the pull to his hair he growled deep in the base of his throat and gripped the silvery blond hair pulling Legolas' head towards his own as he thrusted hard, rubbing against the elf's sweet spot once again as stars exploded in his own mind, "Come for me, Legolas... let me feel you scream your pleasure," Orlando whispered against the pale lips that he hovered above before he took them with his own, tongue plunging within and though he'd never admit it, he liked the roughness.

Legolas' opening twitched in reaction and he reveled in the ravishing of his mouth. As he increased the speed of his hand, he cried out hoarsely and shook in reaction as he began to come, his thick seed spilling over and dribbling down to lay upon Orlando’s thigh.

With Legolas' climax his own was instantaneous. Orlando let out a roar of feral pleasure as he exploded like a star inside the elf, shuddering and shivering in the force of it all. He fell to his side, still holding onto Legolas tightly, nuzzling the elf behind his ear as he lay there panting, his every nerve ending tingling.

Legolas leaned back into Orlando's embrace, reveling in his aftershocks. The nuzzling in his ear was making him pleasantly dizzy and all he wanted was to stay this way forever.

"Hûn Nín...."

"Yes, Seron Vell?"

"As much... as I want to stay.... I do not think I can," Orlando said, for already he could feel the pull of waking tug at his very soul, "But... if you want, you can... if you're strong enough, take my body over for the day and see what my world is like."

"Thank thee my love, I will try. I hope to be with thee again." Legolas turned his head and kissed his lover passionately.

Slowly, Orlando pulled out of Legolas' body even as they kissed, their tongues entwining, "You will be, one day."

Legolas felt Orlando pull away and had the desire to pull him back. To use his strength, to keep him there forever. But he sadly knew this was not possible. He caressed him one last time as they spun away from each other. Legolas was alone and tired. He thought of Orlando's permission to take his body, but first he must rest. Maintaining the reality where they could meet had been draining. He slept naturally for the first time in a long time.

Sitting bolt upright in bed, Orlando woke up still dressed in his evening clothes. Though he was sweaty, he felt a stickiness beyond perspiration. Looking down he realized that in the middle of the night, he had climaxed for his pants were covered. Sighing deeply, he remembered his dream from last night. He rolled from the bed and padded into the bathroom stripping off his shirt and pants in the anticipation of cleaning himself off. Preparing to sluice his head, he turned on the faucets. When he looked into the mirror, however, he stopped dead in his tracks and leaned forwards. "Oh my Bloody GOD!" he said, for there along his collarbone was the imprint of teeth.

Elvish Translations:

A'maelamin = beloved

Aiye = Exclamation of pleasure

Amin = Mine

Aníron ernil vain Aniron an caro mil, lle maba = I desire my fair prince, I want to make love, take me

Aníron lle, Malthen mathor = I desire you, golden warrior

Aníron lle... n'uma ner, maba nin.... maethor nin = I desire, no more, take me. My warrior

Avo daur, saes = don’t stop, please

Caro mîl enni, Pen Maelui, Im baur lle = make love to me, lustful one, I need you

Cuiamin = my life

Dina = Be silent

Dina, a'mael = Be Silent, lover

ernilen = my prince

Hûn Nín = my heart

Lle hannon = thank you

Lle naa curucuar...vanima, amin naa tualle = You are a skillful bowman, beautiful, I am your servant

maethor nin... Aniron cen lle, nin bain = my lover, I want to see you

Maethoren vain = my beautiful warrior

Mani uma lle merna = What do you want?

melethen = my love

Melethron = lover

Mir Nín = my treasure

nertë = nine

pen maelui = lovely one

pen-vuil = lovely one

seron vell = dear lover

Saes, aníron lle = please, I need thee