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Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Aiden remained silent, allowing his eyes to do the talking for him as he marvled at the various sights around him. This place was beautiful, he would have to admit that. The very essence of nature seemed to be present within every place and sight they had passed. The spirits practically danced across the waters, and sung among the leaves of the unique and vibrant trees.

Everything was so intricate, without being gaudy or unnecessarily overdone. The city was relatively open and free, allowing both people in passing and the environment to travel through the halls unhindered at practically any time one could imagine.

The half-elf was surprised to see the young prince finding such fine clothing for him, but he did not refuse his gestures. He only breathed in baited, curious breaths when Aithin touched him with such careful hands, and attempted to keep his mind away from longing to feel more. His fingertips against his sun-kissed flesh made his gaze lower, and caused his lips to part gently. The soft sensations were welcome, but soon they would come to an end.

"Quite nicely. Perhaps, perfectly," Aiden finally found to say before he was handed a pair of just as nicely made leggings. As the boy walked away and turned himself about, beginning to dress himself, the elder male turned off to the side and allowed his eyes to wander elsewhere before he would begin removing his moist clothing. He shifted out of the clothe easily, revealing strong, smoothed out legs, and of course the most delicate parts of his body that made up his lower half. He rubbed tiredly at his eyes while he eased the clean leggings on, and then sat himself down in order to begin lacing up his own boots once more.
 
When the Prince had finally slipped into his tunic, free of both leggings and shoes (his father had accepted his light, nymph like style by now) he had to discipline his mind in a most unruly manner in order to keep his eyes away from Aiden's undressing form. However, at one point, he just managed to catch a glimpse of the unsheathing of the half elf's gloriously toned leg, and quickly turned his back on him completely. He waited for a moment, listening to the rustling of cloth and lace, then turned, finally, to meet his image. He was very pleased with what he saw.

"Oh M'Lord...I-I must say, it does suit you very well indeed." the youth smiled, slender, bare legs trembling ever so slightly. He swallowed and stepped forward, placing both hands upon Aiden's shoulders in a kind of elvish handshake/greeting type advance.

Aithin sucked in a breath, "Welcome to my homeland, Aiden of the Wood. I'm sure that you will find great comforts here.." His voice trailed off slowly as he spoke, and he found himself getting utterly lost, once again, in those piercing green eyes. No footsteps echoed around the outside of the storeroom as Aithin grew closer, eyes now fixed a little beneath those glowing orbs.

"Let us..make our way to..the..the dining halls to..attend the c-celebration M'Lord.."

The youth blinked lazily, seeming to fall forward slowly, like he were swimming through a dream, and came crashing down upon the half elf's lips with an unexpected force. He fisted both hands in the front of his newly adorned tunic with a gentle caress and drew his lips back a barely detectable length, then kissed the man again, this time with his mouth open rather wide. His tongue hung back in it's place timidly; he was afraid of pushing it.. All he knew is that he wanted his mouth on Aiden's.
 
Terribly conflicted, though attempting not to show it in the least, Aiden finished replacing his boots before running sturdy fingers through his lengthy (and finally drying) hair. Here he was, completely unsupervised, re-dressing with one of the most stunningly beautiful creatures he had ever seen in all his life. And a prince, besides! To rest amongst his elaborate halls was an honor enough, but to have him next to Aiden upon his awakening to a welcome morning sun? It would not only be a privilege to the elder half-elf, but it would be something that he could find himself treasuring forever.

Aithin's stuttering was adoring to him. He was curious about him, and especially his body, but yet he was oh so shy and precious like a porcelain doll. Oh, how he longed to become the essence that flowed within his veins, that drove his very being, and inspired his articulate movements. Great comforts indeed, Aiden thought to himself, emerald becoming lost in a sea of pure sapphire again as Aithin greeted him with an added flare and formality. His touch warmed his skin like a soothing fire, his lips soft like satin, and the finest of golden threads upon his head reminding him of the rarest of silks.

It seemed that the thoughts of a crowded celebration had disappeared from both their minds as Aithin came crashing down onto his lips like a glorious falling star; presenting him soon after with an opportunity to get a deeper taste of such a sweet, tantalizing prince. Hearing no footsteps, unaware that any were even nearby the location of the two, Aiden succumbed to this heavenly sinful corruption without restrain. His arms snaked around the youth's slender back, embracing close, while his deep hues disappeared beneath a veil of dark lashes. Parted lips would invite Aiden's tongue to slip out and gently caress Aithin's gentle month, before moving in deeper. A groan of contentment left the elder when he managed to brush the elf's tongue, indicating that he too was finding subtle enjoyment their moment of togetherness.
 
The arms that swirled around the Prince's body to pull him closer were most welcome in his mind. All he could think about was how wonderful it felt to make contact with this man; his warmth, his beating heart. He was soft, yet strong. Smooth as silk was his skin, yet hard as wood were the toned muscles that lay, calm underneath.

Something inside Aithin had urged him to do this; a soundless voice that mainly spoke from places often ignored. He found himself slowly sucking the life out of the man, kissing and tasting and whimpering into his hot, yet refreshing mouth. His hips were gradually pressing harder and harder into the one's before him, a feeling growing in stomach that was frighteningly like the one before. It was so, very good...

"Mm..mn-Aiden!" the youth gasped through their lips, breaking the kiss and wiping the wetness from his mouth to his sleeve in a very boyish way.

"We musn't...we must go to the hall, like my Ada wishes of us.."

Aithin caught his breath and reached down quickly, adjusted his cloth tunic in a flash (to make sure no evidence was evident), blushed gently, and nodded for Aiden to follow him from the room. Apparently that "reaction" was going to start coming easier and easier...what a pain indeed.
 
Aithin was his polar opposite in many senses. His flesh was cool to his warm, his hair shining of pure sun rays, while Aiden's reflected the darkness of the night sky. Aiden was less seemingly innocent, while the young prince was pristine in more ways than he perhaps should have been at his ripe and ready for picking age. Like the forbidden, succulent fruit that rested untouched upon the blessed tree; Aithin was playing the part of a far too alluring tease. Aiden wished to be the first and only one to take a bite of such fragile flesh.

However, such innocence was also beginning to drive Aiden's entire being mad. That exuberant voice sounded yet again within his ears as their kiss would break away as effortlessly as it was started. He had left Aithin breathless, and yet the youth still insisted on pulling away from him; leaving him out in the cold when it came to his own needs and feelings.

For now, Aiden would remain patient and pleased by Aithin's presence alone, but this was not a game he wished to play forever. Much was on the line for the both of them, and Aiden was not a man to lose without a fight. The half-elf nodded his head in understanding, uttering 'yes, my prince' before following him less than eagerly from the room. He too was good at hiding the evidence of his feelings. Therefore, he put in a placid air, and trailed his untouchable virgin through the halls of his people.
 
Aithin seemed to return to his normal, naive self once they had entered the Great Elven Halls. He introduced Aiden to everyone he knew, and didn't know, and they responded with glorious warmth and affection, patting his shoulders and taking his hands in their's. "Welcome friend...welcome." the Rivendell elves spoke, offering them both food and drink, and the gayest of entertainment (OOC: oh what society has done to that poor word). There was no mead, no wine, but pitchers of water and a thin, golden liquid that sparkled like spring sunlight, and tasted like it too; of flowers and light and song.. Speaking of song, the Prince himslef was quite the musical merrymaker. He sang songs aloud with his brother and young friends while the others listened. He had a clear, soprano voice that resonated throught even the elves who did not reside within typical earshot. It was a beautiful sound, like that of a young human boy whos voice had not yet broken; a thing of angels.

After the party, when the lights were dimmed and the clouds overhead had disappeared, Aithin found his way back to his friend, who had been swept off by a small group of eager young maidens, and took his arm posessively.

"Aithin, has he ever bonded before?" one of them whispered in his ear. He replied with a sharp, "No!", and tugged Aiden away in disbelief. "Bonding" was the ultimate level of relationships between elves, and something that often took place after marriage. Aithin knew of it simply as, "the way in which elflings appear on the earth".

"Now M'Lord, now that we have escaped your.." the youth grumbled. "curious onlookers, shall we retire you to your bed?"

He lead his friend from the halls and along a winding, leaf covered path, all the way up to a large cluster of small, open huts. Some were on the ground, and some were in the lighted trees. Aithin decided to put the newcomer in a branch dwelling one.

"Here M'Lord..a perfect place to turn in from a long journey." the Prince smiled as they entered, "The bath houses are just down the trail to the left if you like, by the little statues."

Aithin placed a gentle hand on Aiden's shoulder. "I hope you enjoyed tonight my friend. Tomorrow should be a peaceful and well rested day."
 
Aiden was beginning to believe that Aithin was much like the main character of some estranged book, where a man was not only 'himself' but another on an entirely (and perhaps more interestingly) persona when a different sort of light was shed upon him. Such thoughts ebbed from the half-elf's mind when he was greeted by so many like-minded, beautifully designed creatures. Surely, they could not all think that he was a pure blooded being like them. His eyes reflected his more elegant elven heritage, but the color of his skin and the deepness of his hair gave away that he was also human. Yet, he was called friend. Together, they partook in drink sweeter than wine, that left the taste of sun-touched nectar upon Aiden's lips. As Aithin would sing so sweetly, with a truly blessed voice, his companion would become engrossed in a crowd full of interested onlookers, and perhaps more so.

The women were flattering. Really they were, but Aiden always had a way of giving a female the subtle charms she wished in passing, without ever letting on that he didn't quite fall in that direction. Being within the arms of a flower did little to stir his senses. Not truly.

Without warning, Aiden found himself practically jerked away from the crowd of more than curious elven-folk of the female persuasion; his presence brought back to Aithin with nothing more than a silent glance and a quiet nod.

Such visions of living art seemed to pass quickly by his line of sight as the prince showed Aiden where he would be resting. His touches had begun to feel numb upon his body, his words resounding slowly within his mind. The half-elf appreciated the youth's kindness, but as soon as his worn eyes glimpsed the gentle bed resting within the dim room, he couldn't help but have a sit. However, this gesture turned into a half-lay soon after, and what might have started out as a sort of 'testing the bed' notion, ended in the strong Aiden drifting into a slightly uncomfortable sleep against the soft piece of furniture. Oh, how undisturbed he looked resting beneath a veil of onyx, still fully clothed, and so very tired from the day's events.
 
"The bed is very comfortable I assure you....and the....also the....if you need...always there...late sometimes...so it doesn't really...over there is the...so anyway..I'll be..west wing......" Aithin spoke, sentence after sentence after detail after explanation, until he noticed that Aiden had fallen asleep in the chair halfway through his speech. The man looked strong, graceful, and at peace when he slept, like that of an long maned onyx wolf. The position in which he slept in however, looked very uncomfortable and odd, and the young Prince waited a moment before taking his arms and helping him to the bed where he collapsed, drowsy and quite unaware of his surroundings. Aithin placed a soft pillow beneath his head and removed his boots quietly, noticing as a small smile crept up the edge of the traveler's sleeping mouth. It was calming to see a being in such an exhausted bliss.

"Goodnight my friend." the young Prince whispered, and doubting that Aiden would remember this, leaned forward and kissed his forehead with all the gentleness one would use with a small child. He touched his face softly, tracing the outline of his cheekbone and admiring his unusual beauty, then left with a crisp silence and a flicker of silver.

Aithin retired to his own chamber in the West Wing, stripping himself of all clothing and pulling a few silken sheets over his tired form. He turned to his side, eyes half lidded, and thought of his new friend. A smile kissed his pink lips, and he fell asleep with a satisfied exhale.
 
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