A Thunderous Morph

Part 4

Posted: July 2003

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Night watch.

Rúmil and Orophin held the 1st watch as agreed. They made themselves comfortable around the small fire. Haldir, Karl and Viggo went to sleep near by on bedrolls the Elves provided and extra found on the guards.

Orlando didn't feel like sleeping at all. He was jumpy and strolled for a while. Having keen hearing senses was a little overwhelming. He heard every sounds of the night. He put down his weapons, pulled off his tunic and boots and arranged the bedroll. He sat on it and just looked into the night hugging his knees and listened. Eventually sleep came to him.

When the only sounds of the night were those of the low mumbles from his brothers, Haldir slowly rose. He listened and looked. The night was starlit so he easily made out a bundle farther away. Legolas. Was he sleeping all ready? Too much action apparently.

On his way towards Legolas, Haldir heard him moan, and the pitch in his voice caught Haldir's attention and made him undress fast and approached in silence. His feet barely touched the grass. A few meters from Legolas he put down his garments. He knelt beside the Mirkwood Elf. That was odd. Legolas slept with his eyes closed. He must really have had a stressful journey.

In his sleep, Legolas' loveliness was heartbreaking. The things Haldir had not been allowed to experience with Legolas in Caras Caladhon, he would almost give up his life to do now. Even though he lie there defencelessly. Haldir had no guaranties that Legolas would want to make love to him anymore. There was only one way to find out. This unconscious state had many possibilities. He felt he owed it to Legolas to have his virginity taken one more time. Only this time writhing with pleasure. (Little did he know, that this almost 23 year-old actor also was a virgin having never bedded a man.)

Still grateful that Legolas hadn't put a knife to his throat yet, he ever so slightly began opening his silver shirt and spreading it to the sides exposing the younger Elf's upper body. Thus accomplished Haldir lowered his eyes, and noticed that Legolas' cock was twitching underneath his leggings. He was having an erotic dream! Haldir smiled and shook his head. It was almost too easy.

He glanced at the Elf's chest and smiled approvingly. The young prince hadn't really seemed that big in Caras Caladhon. Legolas' abdominal muscles were slightly toned each and one of them. His chest delicately chiselled.

Haldir was intrigued and turned on in such a way that his fingers trembled, when he began working on the leggings. He wasn't really concerned about losing control. It was a good feeling. Legolas' cock sprang freely out of the leggings once they were loosened. Haldir sighed. Ah, what a gift that had just presented itself? Legolas moaned and lifted his arms above his head. His fingers disappeared into his loose hair. In fact when Haldir came to think of it, Legolas' hair had been loose all day. That was a very unusual behaviour of a prince whose status was demonstrated by his braids.

Haldir could count his ribs moving sweetly under the skin. Large, round, deliciously rosy areolas with nipples hardened into small tempting buds waiting to be suckled or rubbed harder. Disappointed Haldir had to resist the pleasure of doing so, otherwise Legolas would wake up too soon. Haldir had to close his eyes for a few seconds and control his breath. The sight was so intense he could have come in that instant. He had to neglect his own rock hard cock still yet, and holding back took a lot of his strength.

Watching Legolas' face Haldir waited till he fell back into the depths of his sweet lustful dream. Slowly he separated his lips and brushed them slightly along Legolas' lips. Once more adding a lick along the entire length of the lower lip. The young Elf tasted of honey. Tonight, Haldir had secretly saved an extra lembas for Legolas which he had accepted with a
boyish smile of genuine surprise. And even though it was hours ago he had eaten it, Haldir could still taste the honey on the prince's lips.

Haldir placed one last small kiss on Legolas' lips where after he lowered his mouth and began spreading light kisses on the twitching cock that sprung from crisp blonde pubic curls. He began to lick the slit in one long slow stroke. He heard a gasp and glanced at Legolas. But all he did was pulling his hair sensuously and parting his lips, breathing heavier, deeper with soft moans, whispering Sindarin endearments.

Haldir's body was covered with goose bumps feeling deliriously happy that he was here to watch this surreal creature writhing with pleasure. So Haldir repeated the manoeuvre. Pre-cum was leaking from the slit of Legolas' cock. Some of it was smeared on his lips and Haldir licked the salty drops off. Then he lowered his mouth again and took in the complete length of Legolas' Elfhood. Slowly retreating he felt the long shaft slide against his inner cheeks. The feeling was immeasurable, and how he had waited for it. One more glance at Legolas and he continued. His long blonde hair was slightly dancing on Legolas' stomach, but he didn't notice it anymore. The fair Mirkwood prince was panting of desire and Haldir swooned.

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Orlando's POV
My dream was so real and so were the things my secret dream lover did to me also. I was strangely aware that it couldn't be a woman, so… it had to be a bloke, right? Funny that. I've never been with a bloke. Not for real. Fooling around. Kissing and wanking with Atti, but that's about it really. Only it didn't matter. I was dreaming. Everything is allowed in dreams. I can do anything I want. Also things I would blush thinking about awake. Nobody would know how good this was making me feel. And it felt soooo good. I twisted a little bit hoping that would encourage who ever to speed up things before I woke up. It would really be a drag coming alone and awake. I wanted to come in a mind-blowing orgasm before I awoke. But my faceless blow-job-service-guy-person was teasing and constantly preventing me from getting anywhere close to the edge of release. I really tried hard to tell him to stop teasing and have mercy on my neglected dick. But he didn't seem to see me or hear my cries.
An extreme pleasurable rush shot through my body. Please don't make me wake up in my trailer – not yet! I was actually pleading now! A face was about to emerge on top of the blurred sex god's body. I smiled wickedly. I could choose anybody I wanted. Nobody would know, remember? Aaaand… yeah, right, I know exactly who I want on top of that body. Or rather on top of mine. Blowing me into the 7th heaven.

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Haldir's POV
Watching how I had taken over Legolas' dream added the already impossible pressure in my loins. I really needed to cum soon. So I began preparing Legolas for the brief and unavoidable pain it included. I slowly shoved off his leggings. He wasn't wearing his boots, so that was accomplished quickly enough. I managed to lift, bend and spread his legs cautiously. He had very flexible joints.

I lowered my head between his legs, and cupped his tight sack. I stuck my tongue out and with broad wet strokes I licked his entrance a few times watching him closely. He stiffened, but slowly he accepted the new sensation. I smiled and darted my tongue inside carefully; thrusting, sucking until he relaxed and started moaning again. I withdrew. I loved the way I made him express his desire.

With a generous amount of saliva I pushed one finger inside. His ring muscle cramped slightly trying to push the digit out again, so I bent and licked his cock a few times distracting him until he relaxed. I added a second finger. Same pattern repeating itself, but he relaxed sooner. Then I added a third finger… and then at last smiling wickedly I added v.e.r.y. slowly a fourth finger to see if he could take it and he took them so easily stretching further. This was going so smooth, I could hardly believe it.

Being this much aroused, Legolas was as ready as he could possibly get, and so was I. I used my own pre-cum and saliva to wet my cock and sighed with nervous anticipation. This was it. It was going to happen. I withdrew my fingers.

Then I lifted his legs to my shoulders to give me better access and then I did it. I separated his cheeks, and slowly I entered his tight slick hole. His face showed slight discomfort. I held still and just felt him. The pressure surrounding my cock made me stop breathing for several seconds. I closed my eyes and let out my breath in tiny gasps. It was so overwhelmingly tight I barely dared to take another breath. Legolas! I am so sorry this wasn't happening in Lothlórien. This is … oh, Elbereth. I was close to tears when I continued. Just an inch at a time while I eyed him closely to make sure he adjusted.

His face winched slightly again but I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. I could only hope it was pleasure because he was extremely aroused. Then I was sheathed inside him to the hilt. The waves of utter bliss almost jolting an orgasm, but that would have been too soon. I only had this one chance. I breathed evenly and forced myself to concentrate on Legolas instead.

Legolas' body arched and he moaned louder. His ring muscle flexed around my cock, so I corrected the angle when he relaxed once more. My next thrust was aimed at the intimate spot that would offer him the ultimate pleasure. He instantly cried out. Reached for comfort and I grabbed his hand. He tried to arch his back to gain more contact and I swear I saw a smile on his face of pure ecstasy when I began to pump his cock in long slow rubs.
Watching his body embrace every thrust had tears swell in my eyes. Emotions I didn't know how to put into words toyed with my mind because I had never been this happy and fulfilled for centuries.

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Orlando's POV
I was in pain all of a sudden. I hadn't expected that. Nasty sex god. The pain increased. I was becoming uncomfortable and slightly uncertain. It wasn't fun anymore if he meant to hurt me. But then I felt a shock of rippling pleasure mixed with the fading pain through my body that threatened dangerously to overload my sleepy brain. My sex god had taken the bad away and returned my desire, and for that I was eternally indebted.
I knew I was slowly and steadily emerging towards consciousness. I didn't want to wake up, but then I decided I could spend a good deal of time wanking until my alarm clock would begin its first warning wails. So if I did wake up it wouldn't be so bad after all. This overload of pleasure felt so tangible... like if I was drugged. I was really yearning for something profound.

I had never had sensations like that in my entire life. Now come to think of it… and not that I had anything to compare with… it felt as if a real live cock was fucking my arse. But I didn't care anymore. This was the best sex dream I'd ever had. And it wasn't even with a girl. Duh! Obviously. What I meant to say was, sex with girls never made me feel this… this… fuck I cannot even describe what that feels like. Perhaps I simply feel like I'm juicy tender meat spanked for an exclusive dinner. I just know that when I wake up I will miss the feeling.

My chosen face was still on top of the sex god's body. (Thank you very much for staying there! And I salute you and the chemicals my brain aids me to produce this fantasy by.) His hair teases my nipples every time he thrusts inside me. I had no idea his dick was so big. I smiled again. It was fun fantasizing like this. And I don't think my grin could possible get any wider, when I let him see how he makes me feel. It was so erotic and I just moaned my passion to him. I watched him watching me. I saw other things too: My legs were folded – no scratch that - squeezing tightly around his waist pulling him to me to the maximum making sure, there is nothing preventing him from thoroughly fucking my arse. I can't believe I will still be a virgin when I wake up. A shame. This is how I would have loved to be taken. Desire. Wanton. I want him to take me. ‘Cause when I wake up, he'll be gone. And I can never ask of him to do this to me for real.

I believe I closed my eyes again and blissfully submerged back to the sweet dizzy void of pleasure. The sensation of his dick sliding in my arse made my head spin along with the way, he jerked me off at the same time. Man, he was so good to me right now.
"Nyrn!" (transl. "Harder!"), I suddenly hissed. I heard him whimper something incoherent, and he sped up tempo. Seconds later my whole existence lifted and the sweet sweet void of non-existence crashed back into my brain and I exploded in an orgasm unsurpassed by any I had ever had. I literally wept endearments and moaning his name and praising one particular glorious body part of his, because I made it before I woke up. He came too and trembling we just lay there several minutes in silence.
Then I felt more sleepy and cosy. Now, I wasn't aroused anymore but completely sated. I could just dream on. I drifted away and wouldn't have noticed when he slipped out of me.

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Haldir's POV
Watching Legolas come with that name on his lips was a shock but what had I expected? Him actually loving me back? I watched his face. His adorable flushed face as he came. The contractions of his inner muscles around my cock finally made me come. I shut my eyes and drifted away for precious seconds in pretence oblivion. I looked at him. He was on his way back deep into his dream and all I could do was pull out. Remove as many traces as possible of my ordeal and leave in silence.

Although I knew Legolas loved someone else, I allowed myself to smile. No one could take this from me. Unfortunately I could never let him know. It would be like it never happened as well. I was saddened by it. When I sat beside my brothers at the fire they smiled at me. They had heard us and wanted to hear the details but felt the timing was wrong. I was grateful for their empathy.

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Karl's POV
Orophin shook my shoulder. "Your turn Karl son of Urban."

I rubbed my eyes and nodded. Night watch, right. I got up and sat by the fire. Orlando already sat there. He looked funny in the face as he smiled at me. Almost like a cat being fed with whipped cream. I told him exactly that and Orlando blushed.

"I did!" he whispered.

"Did what?" I asked.

"One of you… erm… never mind," then he looked away as if a thought had suddenly stricken him and smiled secretly.

I smiled back and stretched my legs. I surely hoped no one had decided to pay us a visit. I had had enough killing for one day. I hadn't exactly dreamed about it. I had had a heavy erotic dream as a matter of fact. It had been quite spectacular, and suddenly I realised what had been so specific about it. I blushed and quickly turned to see if Orlando had noticed. He hadn't. I watched Orlando's face more intently. It glowed in the fire. I really liked his face. He was very extraordinary. I had begun to like his personality during this day's turmoil. Everybody on set liked him. And I had barely paid attention to the most likeable bloke on set until this all started to happen, but now I genuinely thought he was quite a man after seeing what he had been willing to do to defend us. I suppose I was a bit in awe even.

I watched Orlando checking his weapons. Making sure the feathers sat perfect. I pulled out my sword Gúthwinë and watched it carefully. I had cleaned it after we had eaten. It shone beautifully in the flames of the fire. A king's sword. I was still relieved not to have come forward as Éomer. I grinned. But if I had done it. What a tale to tell if we ever got away from here and back to New Zealand.

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The next morning Viggo sat up.

Orlando knelt beside him and padded him affectionately on the shoulder, "Good morning, filthy human! Had a good nights sleep?" He planted a soft kiss on Viggo's cheek close to his mouth.

Viggo smiled shyly as always of Orlando's affection towards him. He nodded and got on his feet. Orophin had managed to hunt some rabbits and they were being prepared. It was the smell that had Viggo rise and shine. He watched Orlando a couple of minutes and then went to him, "A word?" Orlando went along.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

The left corner of Orlando's mouth lifted slightly showing the sweet dimple growing larger every second. "Why?"

Viggo shrug his shoulder, "Just thought I heard you moan. I… had bad dreams about yesterday, so I just figured you had a night mare."

Orlando took the bait, "Come to think about it. You're probably right. I did have a kind of night mare." In his mind he chuckled, ‘Only this mare was a completely different person, and a mare I wouldn't mind riding me for real.'

"Was it Gríma?"

Orlando shook his head and frowned almost with disgust at the thought, "No. Absolutely fucking no! It was... it was a faceless person. But I'm fine really. I appreciate your concern though." ‘Can't exactly tell you about the disturbing soreness in my arse, Viggo,' he thought.

Viggo went behind him and ran his fingers through the heavy silky strands several times before he braided it by memory. He spoke in a low voice, "You're gonna have to look more regal from now on, Orlando. I will also not call you Orlando anymore. Only Legolas. And you will only call me Aragorn. We made too many mistakes last night because we were exhausted. I will tell Karl as well." Orlando nodded quietly and began braiding one of the two tiny braids that were positioned behind each of his ears.

Viggo followed his nimble fingers and then his eyes rested at Orlando's pretty small pointy ear. It was impossible to resist and he gave the point a quick lick with the tip of his tongue.

Orlando drew a sharp breath. A hardly controlled sensation immediately jolted towards his groin. He turned to look at Viggo and said in a low threatening voice, "Don't EVER do that to me in public again, Aragorn. Do you understand?"

Embarrassed Viggo threw his hands in the air, "Fuck! I had no idea the rumours of Elven ears were true, Orl… Legolas. Honestly! I only meant to joke."

Orlando features softened, "I'm sorry too. It… it was just..." He just looked at Viggo. Images from the dream insisted on flooding his brain. Remembering the passion he'd felt made him dizzy. Fucking Elven hyper-senses. Realisation struck him then and he suddenly understood why everything had been intensified in his dream. It was because he was an Elf. An ELF! Not Orlando. He was Legolas Greenleaf. Blood. Flesh. Mind. Emotions. An assassin on top of that. He thought he was going to pass out if Viggo hadn't caught him, "I don't think I can take it," he whimpered.

"Easy there, mate," Viggo held him as Orlando cried ugly dry sobs that felt like chokes low in his throat.
Viggo tried to compose himself, but Orlando's sorrow was so deep, that he felt his own frustrations coming out. They hugged each other tight for a while. When they felt they could control themselves they joined the others.

Karl was in the meantime discussing with the Elves that he really didn't think it was a good idea to go to Helm's Deep. (Because if they did, he would be announced king. Éowyn would of course recognize him as her brother, and how could he explain that he'd made them believe he was a nobody son of his Dad and not the rightful King of Rhôhan?)

Haldir explained that he and his brothers had to return to Helm's Deep to reveal the news of Gríma's death to Queen Éowyn and receive new tasks.

Karl nodded grasping for straws, "I understand this, but isn't this a never ending task? Would it make any difference if you showed us the way to Mirkwood, for instance?"

Returning just right in time to hear this, Orlando nearly shouted, "What? No way, Karl!"

Rúmil looked at Karl, "Why would prince Legolas need directions to his own home?"

‘Shit!' Karl knew, he'd really fucked up.

Orlando tried to save that one frantically, "I do not need directions. We do not need your company anymore. So you go ahead to Helm's Deep. We will head for Mirkwood, as was our intention anyway," he pointed out sharply looking at Viggo too for help.

"Aahh … sure. We were going to Mirkwood. That was our goal to begin with."

Haldir looked at the three actors with narrowed eyes, "Why do I feel there is something completely wrong with this? I sense you are hiding vital information."

Karl shrugged his shoulders, "Gee, Haldir I don't know. Why don't you tell us? You are the senior brain here!"

Rúmil didn't like the way the tension suddenly appeared. He rather liked the company of Aragorn, Legolas and Karl. He turned to Haldir, "I think Karl is right. It would not make a difference to follow them along to Mirkwood. It would be safer for them as well."

Haldir sighed. Looking from Legolas' to Karl's face. Then he faced Aragorn, "If there is something going on that would lead us into danger, because you did not tell us, speak now."

Viggo closed his eyes. Even if they did tell them, they wouldn't believe them. It was too fantastic. "No. There is nothing that needs to be revealed," he stated.

"Very well, let us move then after breakfast," Haldir suggested.

Orlando looked at the breakfast. It was meat. He had to eat it. Pleading vegetarian now would make Haldir send him to the Halls of Mandos on the spot and God knows where Karl and Viggo would end!

They all sat down and ate the meat and then they filled the goat bellies ready to get a move on towards Mirkwood

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