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Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

He too had almost become just as lost within his own thoughts, though they were more curiosities than day dreams. Who was this male, and how come he had never seen him before? Aiden was a welcome sight among the woods and the creatures of the trees alike, and he had heard no whispered rumors of someone new or unusual wandering around through the brush. Therefore, that would have to mean that this being was not something foreign at all, but rather simply an oversight by him and his fellows. He remained in his place, allowing the sun that happened to slip past the tree tops to kiss his flesh as his ears filtered out the various sounds of the environment around him. The very spirits graced him with silent secrets even as his emerald gaze remained on the youth. The half-elven male indeed went from hostile to pleasant within a few moments, allowing his hands to rest at his sides as opposed to upon his weapon. Once the other male began to speak, he would shake his head with care, correcting him without saying a word at all. I never have been one for immense gatherings, he began, especially considering that he was indeed what one would refer to as a half-breed. He was a servant of the forest, despite coming from a mixed heritage of both human and elven blood. Such an aspect seldom phased the elder. While the stranger seemed to blush beautifully, he felt a calming smile dance across his features, before he would give a short bow. I am called Aiden.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Aithin nodded in response, not one for large gatherings himself. He noticed that the elf had slowly softened his approachful ways. Perhaps he felt that the youth were a subject of interest, and not of concern. Aithin's sparkling blue eyes remained upon the other's face, taking in every curve and shadow. He continued to blush when the stranger bowed and introduced himself as Aiden. 'Aiden...' the youth thought, rolling the name over in his head. A pleasant name you have. Aithin smiled, getting to his feet and pushing a stray lock of silken gold behind his pointed ear. I am Aithin, son of Elendil, and the youngest Prince of Rivendell. But please, do not take differently to me because of my name. I regard my status as nothing more than a written statement. His lithe body quivered ever so gently under the eyes of this newcomer. How strangely entrancing he was... You look tired Aiden, you must have traveled a fair distance. Would you care to join me for an afternoon swim?' he offered kindly, automatically reaching a hand out to touch the other's, then pulling it back with a strange embaressment. The youth smiled nervously, backing up slowly until his feet starting to enter the water, beckoning the stranger to come nearer. He had never felt this nervous around another of his kind, why now? It was perfectly natural for elves to swim around in very little together why did Aithin feel differently about this? It was almost like this so called Aiden seemed too majestic to exist..
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

As sapphire eyes continued to meet emerald, Aiden had a feeling that the two of them were succumbing to the same sort of inward curiosity about one another without actually ever admitting to a thing. Though he still looked quite youthful, he could actually be aged at around 210 years. He had surpassed the typical 'minimum life expectancy' of his half-elven breed, and still had a good, lengthy while before he would end up falling into the grip of old age. He had smooth, though chiseled and etched out features, and lengthy onyx-black hair that remained free behind his back. Your acknowledgment is well met. The name typically means 'young fire'. I suppose, it must have been an inward observation, as opposed to outward, for I am as tranquil as the very breeze much of the time, Aiden admitted, before nodding to his statement. I understand your learned approach to that sort of matter. Sometimes, it is nice for one to just strip themselves of society's trappings, including figurehead titles. Though, I admit, such beauty is very befitting of a youthful, exuberant prince. His gaze narrowed in curiosity when the other extended a graceful hand, as though beckoning him to come forward and accept his gently-presented invitation to take a swim. It was not his title that made him a bit apprehensive, but his own child-like actions that caught him slightly off guard. However, he decided to humor him, since he was indeed in need of a little restful recreation. Therefore, he moved himself slowly down into a crouching position, showing him he still meant no harm as he lowered the long bow and quiver from his back, trying not to let his eyes examine the un-gilded youth as he almost seemed to walk upon the blue-hued water.
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Thank you.. Aithin spoke gently, smiling at the friendly compliment. He slowly began to wade into the sparkling, clear water, sucking in a breath as it's coolness climbed the length of his doe-like legs, past his silken undergarment, and teased just beneath his navel. Your words are like a song M'Lord. It pleases me to hear them.. the youth sighed, going limp and letting himself fall backward gracefully into the pool. His body was refreshed immediately, and he soon resurfaced, smoothing his long hair back and eyeing the newcomer with curiosity yet again. Droplets of dew trickled to rest on his soft lips, some continuing down his slender neck and shoulders. He did very much resemble a young deer, slender and delicately strong in the limbs, with all the grace of the gentlest soul. I see that you come equipped with a bow. I have always desired to carry one myself.. Aithin reached upward towards the lowest branch of a tree that cast a shadow and cool shade over the water, plucking a single flowering bud and stroking it's lavander petals.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Whether prince or commoner, a man should always carry some sort of weapon with him. Unless, of course, there's more to you than your delicate appearance seems to imply. And by 'delicate' he meant too beautiful, perhaps, to even be true, but that was a fact he needed to begin to overlook. Not all siren songs are deadly. I simply speak the truth, reputation aside. As Aithin continued to move himself into the water, he proceeded to remove more of his now cumbersome clothing. His lithe fingers worked easily at unfastening the clasp of the cloak about his neck and shoulders, allowing it to fall to the ground with a sort of silent grace, before he would begin to loosen up the deep, almost bark-hued leather armor that he wore above a dark, forest-colored shirt, which was taken off not long afterward. He revealed even more, slightly sun-kissed and smooth flesh, finally sitting down in order to rid himself of his boots. Once he had finished removing clothing, weapon, and armor alike, he had left himself in what appeared to only be a loose set of greenish slacks that covered him from his waist down to his strengthened legs. Slowly and calmly, he rose to his feet and strode forward, perhaps gracing the other with the sight of smoothed over, half-elven flesh. A slight smile would appear upon his features as he would walk into the cooling waters his locks instantly fanning out around him as he went inward deeper and further still.
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Ah yes.. the youth sighed. There has been bow training on my part, but I have yet to carry one...I have only ever faced danger twice, and ever since my father has become very strict on my whereabouts and knoweledge. As soon as Aiden's graceful fingers touched the clasp of his cloak, the young Prince turned aside and drew a lock of his hair forward, focusing hard on twisting it back and forth. He could see the elder elf undressing in the corner of his eye, and felt his heart flutter. Aithin exhaled long and deep, lifting a hand to press cool water over his warm face. I feel so warm...m-my breath. Aithin spoke out loud, touching his throat and moving over slightly into more shaded waters. Arousal and even attraction was a thing most foreign to the elf, for his kind reached the age of that sort of knowledge much later than any other being, as they were such long lived creatures. It would be a few more years before his father would be forced to have a long and confusing conversation with him. Finally, he turned at the sound of Aiden entering the water. The elf's hair, so much darker than his own, and even more so when wet, was curious to the youth. It was indeed easy on the eyes. He could not help but gaze at the being's body it was graceful like his own, yet not quite as delicate. He posessed the strength and whimsy of a young buck, masculine, yet beautiful like a young willow. M-M'Lord... the Prince stuttered, then realizing his loss for words and turning away again. 'I am a terrible host..' he scorned himself mentally. 'Why would I have nothing to say..?'
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He began to ponder whether or not he would be able to supply the youthful elf with a bow suitable to his liking if ever they were to meet again. Of course, if his father saw such a prize, and he was as strict as Aithin suggested? Well, he was not so willing to have his head on his elder's chopping block. Especially, when it came to light that it was not only from someone who had joined his son in a bout of swimming, but a man who only expressed half of his elven heritage. Of course, now that Aiden knew about this prince, this delicate flower, he had a feeling that keeping him protected from harm wouldn't be much of an issue. He knew many fellows, of course, and could personally keep him out of danger's path if he ever had to himself. Aiden, the silent guardian. He liked that idea. As the youth turned himself away within the water, Aiden couldn't help but feel a bit more estranged. Delicate, yes. Beautiful, very much so. Cat's grace and eagle's splendor? Undoubtedly. But a virgin? The elder male hadn't considered the option until a few moments ago. His gentle cheeks flushed with the color of soft, silken rose petals. Of course, Aiden did not think of himself as a token at all. It wasn't that he was hard up on himself or anything. He simply never had a reason to think on it. He was revered for his beauty because of his deep, jewel-like eyes, and his silken locks, but he was also looked down upon because his blood was considered to be stained or tainted. He would outlive a human, though pale in comparison to his pointy-eared counterparts. It was an interesting life to live, but one that came with many questions, most of which would go unanswered even throughout the duration of his lengthy livelihood. Please, speak your mind to me. If I have done something to frighten or alarm you, I will surely correct my actions.
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

OOC Just one parenthesis means thoughts within his mind. ' Not sure how to use italics here 'Speak, you fool! Speak to him, make him feel welcome here, as your father has always taught you!' the elf cursed within his head. His mind was a flurry of strange and new feelings. He could tell that the half elf was pondering his appearance and reaction as well. 'I hope I don't seem uninviting..' Oh..n-no M'Lord Aiden. the youth began at once. You have done nothing wrong! He turned and, thinking nothing of it, reached out and grasped the newcomer's hands, holding them gently in his own. I assure you, there is nothing... Aithin trailed off, looking up and sinking deeper and deeper into the emerald eyes that seem to swirl like beautiful twin mists. ...nothing to..correct. He drew a brave breath into his chest. You are a guest here, I want you to feel welcome. It is a day for merrymaking and song. I... The Prince's hands slipped away, and he turned his head to the side, feeling warmth creep once more into his face. 'He is so very beautiful...he...he makes me feel things in so many different places..my face..my mind...my hands...my..' The youth shook away the invading thought, feeling even more strange. I'm very sorry Sir, but I feel strange. I know not of the feelings in which I experiance...I must be...ill. Aithin's eyes glanced at the older elf's hands, wispy and strong, then to his smooth stomach, then lower... 'NO! Why would I dare think of such things!' Yet again, the youth gulped and rid his mind of the creeping thought.
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Just use i text here i . And don't worry. I gathered that. As Aiden observed the youth with calm eyes, he couldn't help but notice one thing in particular. He seemed to be Aithin's unintentional undoing. Kindly and curiously, the prince had invited him to join him for a swim. However, he was new to the sights and feelings that Aiden had presented to him by simply plunging the two of them into a slightly inevitable situation. While Aithin attempted to stumble around for the right words to say, Aiden thought on his toes. His hands were soft fingertips and palms un-calloused by arduous labor, or even heavy training. Pristine, indeed, there was no doubt about that. It was almost nice to feel such a touch against his own flesh. It was oddly calming, and he began to grow curious about how such a caress would feel upon his own body. When Aithin's grasp fell out of his own, and he attempted to regain some sort of confidence, Aiden found himself reaching forward despite the youth's explanation, retrieving his hands without a second thought. He held one of them carefully within his own, simply allowing him to feel his touch and his warmth, while he placed the other up against his chest, just above where his heart would beat. Whatever you may be feeling, I doubt it is any sort of sickness, but observe for yourself that the two of us are one in the same. Therefore, whatever you might be experiencing right now, is as natural as what is all around us.
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Aiden's hands seemed to reach for his own in a motion slower than any he had seen. The world had seemingly begun to turn lazily, like he had all the time in the world to experiance those few seconds. The youth's heart skipped a beat as they came in contact. Despite the cool water, the fingers that took his own were warm, inviting like the cozy inside of his own home on a winter's evening. Aithin's breathing pace quickened ever so slightly, his crystaline eyes wide and unblinking. He could barely believe his own eyes and senses as the second warm hand took his and placed it comfortably over the elf's chest. The feel of his heart, beating, beating like that of any other living being was a comfort to the young Prince. Yes, he was beautiful and new, but he was just an elf, like Aithin. I-I... Aithin began, cherry lips trembling. Hushing himself, he drew forward ever so slightly, turning his head to rest his cheek just below the elder elf's collarbone. His own chest, dewy and cool, pressed lightly against Aiden's, allowing a new level of bonding to begin knitting itself a delicate bridge. I..I hear you.. the youth whispered, listening to the gentle rythmic thumping. He closed his eyes and pressed even closer against the warmth, intertwining his fingers in the other's hand. He felt so wonderful, so plainly....good.
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The sentiments were mutual when it came to the subtle sensuality of this entire moment. Once he had the prince's hands within his own, or even up against him, the worry of having his head taken away by an angry eleven king soon dimmed. Now, the inner flame that he seemed to possess seemed to come out more and more. He refused to have the youth frighten away from him, however, but at the same time he wished to help him with whatever he might just be feeling. It seemed like his gesture had spoken volumes, not only to him, but to the youthful prince. This was good, and he was glad he did it. He had taken his own first steps towards building a fragile tension between the two of them, and at this rate he wished to try and reinforce even his slightest efforts. He was not thinking of what this could lead to, if anything at all, but Aiden did know that this was a moment he would not soon forget. While Aithin grew closer to him, attracted like a moth to a flame, Aiden allowed him to lace their fingers together before he would wrap one of his strong arms around the other. Carefully and concisely, his remaining hand would travel down the start of Aithin's jawbone, and would not stop its slow decent until his fingertips reached his chin. He would press two of his digits to the underside of his chin, and raise his head up in order to let their gazes meet one another as he listened. Now, what do you feel? Aiden questioned, before making time slow once more, pressing a caring kiss to the male's tender lips.
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The feeling that was growing deep in Aithin's belly was new and...slightly painful. Was this what human's meant when they spoke of butterflies in one's stomach? He let out a small, unavoidable gasp as the half elf drew him closer and touched his fair face gently. He could feel the gentle ripple of muscle in Aiden's graceful, welcoming arm, and it aroused feelings inside of him that dwelled even lower than his stomach, which frightened him a little. The Prince's eyes widened even more, if that was possible, as Aiden's lips neared his own. 'What is he doing..?' The youth had only ever seen a mouth to mouth kiss a few times, but this was very different. A quiet, throaty sound escaped him as their mouths met. Emotion racked Aithin's body, making him shudder in heated passion of which was so foreign to him. He could feel this man, hear him, taste him it was overwhelming. He tasted of grass, smoke, and tea, and it was wonderful.. The youth jumped and broke the delicious kiss, suddenly quite aware of a stiff and uncomfortable feeling beneath the water. He gasped upon looking down, shoving both hands hastily between his slender thighs and turning his back to Aiden shamefully. A deep pink crept up along the ridges of his cheekbones. I-I'm sorry. he apologized, his body quivering as he attempted to hide certain proof of his excitement. I know not of what is happening to me.. Nothing had ever affected him in this certain way, no. He turned back halfway, his eyes still averted away from the firy emeralds in embaressment. His nerves of the fingers that covered the front of his cloth undergarment twitched with nervousness, appling more pressure and causing a sharp groan to escape his virgin lips. The elf's mouth hung open, eyes wide. What has happened...what must I do? Aithin whimpered, concerned and amazed at his body's sudden reaction. I ache like an old wound...in such strange places. Do I need healing? the youth questioned the half elf desperately. As every moment passed, the Prince felt a growing, gnawing urge to apply more pressure to that certain area, but he didn't dare do so. What a strange act that would be!
Thread: Elven Desire in Rivendell, Middle Earth

Aiden could somewhat imagine what was going through the young prince's head right now. They had already more than established the fact that he was untainted, and virgin in more ways than one, but now his senses must have been simply going through overload. There Aiden stood, perhaps flawlessly, bare-chested in the glistening water and warming sunlight. If Aithin was even the slightest bit attracted to the male, or even curious of what the other could have to offer him in any way, really then his body would react quite effortlessly to it. Though, Aiden had to quietly ponder. Had the youth had this problem with any other male before? Or was it him alone that seemed to effect this male of such godly perfection with his silken voice and defined looks alone? When their lips pressed together, and Aithin voiced his initial reaction to it, Aiden was almost certain that something about him had set the boy's senses simply alight with desire, or at least distinct arousal. The prince's lips alone were tantalizing to him as well, but he knew better how to hold his own when it came to situations such as these. If not, he'd have been lying with almost every single, ensnaring being that crossed his highly-traveled path. His suspicions were confirmed even further when Aithin turned away to hide his almost painfully obvious need. The pain in his stomach, the 'sickness' he thought he had. Aiden shook his head, walking up slowly behind the youth. If ever there was a stupid move he had made during the duration of his life? This would certainly be one of them. Titles aside, pretty much everything tossed out of his mind within moments, Aiden wrapped one of his arms back around the youth's waist before bringing them flush together again. Aithin's dewdrop-covered back felt cool and welcome against his heated, sun-bathed chest, but it was his next gesture that may cost him whatever they might have gained here. Allow me, to aid you with your pain, and perhaps teach you of what you feel, young Aithin, Aiden assured the prince gentle within his ear, before his free hand reached around and pressed firmly onto where the boy was undoubtedly aching the most. He knew he would probably jump, or try to shy away, but he tried to convince him that all would be well, as gentle fingertips began to stroke Aithin's hidden length through the concealing cloth.
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Aithin felt the arousal sear a path from his groin directly up to his navel as the half elf gripped him around the waist to pull him back against his own body. You're warm M'lord- the youth began shakily, then jumping as he felt Aiden's fingers snake down beneath his own that were submersed in water. He gasped and automatically pulled forward, stunned by the action, but soon remained calmer as the handsome being held him still against his chest and hushed him gently, whispering kind words against his pointed ear. A-Oh....I-I... However, Aithin was at a loss for words. He tensed and let his head fall back into the crook of Aiden's shoulder as those long fingers continued their wonderful dance. 'I...cannot believe this...it is more spectacular than anything I have ever experianced..please forgive me, Ada..' The youth placed his own hand over the traveler's, making sure that it did not stray away from him and, quite unintentionally, began to move his hips back and forth beneath the talented ministrations in a very untalented, virginal way. All he new is that whatever this was he never wanted it to stop. Mmm...M-My...L-Lord... he whispered, his breath hitching with a small, sparratic buck of his hips. He let his neck go limp, nuzzling the bridge of his nose into the hollow just below Aiden's chiseled jaw bone. The youth was beginning to pant gently, silken hairs sticking to his forehead, his tender cherry lips parted and emitting sudden groans and whimpers. He had never felt so strange, embarassed, and wonderful in his life. I..I don't...t-think I can go on M'Lord...something's happening! the young Prince gasped, fighting through the overbearing pleasure. He felt something strange below the half elf's hand..a welling sensation..a building sensation... It was starting to feel way...too...good. 'Oh please...let this last forever...' But Aithin was young, and so was his body, and just as soon as it had begun, it had ended. The Prince nuzzled his face into the crook of Aiden's collarbone, letting out a loud, muffled cry of disbelief and wiggling frantically in his arms. His heels dug into the sand beneath them, his toes curled, his stomach clenched, and his knees grew weak and began to shake under his weight. He squeezed his eyes shut and released a high pitched moan, arching his slim back and squeezing his eyes shut. He was so frightened, and so glorified. It was as if he had seen the Elven Gods themselves... Aiden! he whimpered, eyes gazing up lazily into the heavens.