Seeking Samadhi

(Grumbles about 'Too Large Posts".  What the hell ever.)

Warning - This chapter is NC-17, and has a little bit o' BDSM for fun.

Title: King's Courtesan
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter)
Warning: None
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas, Haldir/Tathar (OC)

Night had fallen, followed by day, then night again and day – all blending together in an endless stream as the remainder of the fellowship walked on.  They traveled nearly continuously now, Aragorn pushing them hard to reach Lorien.   In their brief times of rest, someone always stood guard, and often Legolas or Boromir volunteered for the task.  Gimli and the hobbits were clearly exhausted by their burden of grief and the pace of their journey, and Aragorn looked worn by the sudden weight of leadership placed so suddenly upon him.  Legolas took as many shifts as Aragorn would allow in an attempt to shoulder what weight he could.  It was a help to himself as well.  Sleep came rarely, and when it did dreams often sent him rushing to the surface of wakefulness.  Even more rarely could he remember the dreams, though often they left him with a bone dry mouth, a thudding heart and the sensation that a presence was pursuing him and he had already lost his most beloved...

Title: King's Courtesan - Chapter 7
Rating: NC-17 this chapter
Pairing: Legolas/Boromir, Legolas/Gandalf
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Chapter 7: Shadows

Though the group of travelers had been called “Fellowship” upon their outset, the naming was not yet true even as the first sennight of their journey came to a close. The hobbits drew together, seeming to be concerned with little more than their next mean or a good pinch of pipeweed to be smoked at day's end. Even Frodo, of the bluest eyes, seemed not to be bowed by the weight of that which he carried. Pippin's light-hearted humor was a perfect counterpoint to the weighty discussions and deep silences that rose and fell between Gandalf and Aragorn. Gimli walked most often with Boromir; the two warriors had bonded over tales of battles fought and enemies defeated. And yet, betimes Legolas would feel eyes upon him and look up, only to discover Boromir's gaze sliding away. It gave him a queer sensation, a heated flush followed by a chill in the center of his belly. What exactly it portended he knew not. But it concerned him less than when it was the ringbearer who so entranced the man. Though he spoke of it to no one, Legolas could almost feel the tension that grew in that tall frame whenever Frodo passed him in an unguarded moment. On nights after such instances Boromir would drink deep of a flask he carried in his pack, laugh loudly at Gimli's tall tales but offer few of his own and his eyes would be hot on Legolas as he went about whatever task had been appointed him.

Title: King's Courtesan
Rating: G (This chapter)
Pairing: Mentions of Elladan/Lindir, Elrond/Celebrian, Thranduil/OFC (This chapter)
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Chapter 5 – Interlude

At first Legolas was taken aback when he received word that the fellowship was not to begin the quest for two months. He was to remain in the valley until their departure, but other than this he had no further instructions. There were preparations that needed to be made – meetings to be held between Aragorn, Glorfindel, Galdalf, Elrond, Erestor and Elladan, decisions about what path should be taken, discussions about what they might face. Legolas understood all of this, but still he was left feeling at loose ends. Never had he so many idle hours, unbroken by training or assignations.

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Rating: R
Warning: BD/SM
Pairing: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Legolas
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1


Chapter Three: Fire

Legolas hesitated just outside the entrance to the Dining Hall. He had timed his arrival perfectly - not too early, nor yet too late. The majority of those who would be attending were just reaching the Hall now, passing by him with only the barest of glances. He would slip into the crowd, for a moment becoming no different than they. Despite the necessity of these large functions, he was never at ease during them. He preferred a smaller group, where he could focus his attentions on a couple of patrons to the exclusion of all else. Tonight this was not an option.

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Warning: Incest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Thranduil/Legolas
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Plot, wording mine.

Chapter One: Change

The day had gone much like the ones before. And Legolas assumed it was the way things would continue to go. His life stretched before him and behind him in a long, straight, dusty path. He leaned back against the wall in the King’s garden and gazed absently at the roses before him. The years had begun to settle on him like the heavy velvet robes of state he was made to wear at certain formal occasions, when the King desired his heritage and rank to be apparent. Alone for once, he allowed himself to relax. To let his expression soften into something less than its usual brilliance. Something more natural. He leaned his head on his hand and allowed his mind to drift.

Just as he was beginning to feel more comfortable, he caught the slight sound of footsteps crunching on the gravel of the path. Instantly he straightened, mask dropping easily over his features again. The moment he had reined himself back under control, Galion, one of the King’s butlers rounded the wall and caught sight of him standing there.

“Prince Legolas, King Thranduil desires your presence in his study immediately.” Galion’s voice was cool, just barely within the requirements of formality. His eyes roved over Legolas’ body, without even the suggestion of deference. All of the King’s servants knew Legolas’ position. And while they were not allowed to partake in his pleasures due to their station, they were clear in their opinion of him. It no longer bothered him.

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