Mirkys Drabble Chain
Drabble 22 - Melar
Title: Drabble 22 - Melar
Pairing: Legolas . Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter Xover LotR
Warning: None.
It wasn’t proper in any sense of the word. Elves shouldn’t behave in this manner, especially one such as he. “Please…” the pretty human beneath him begged; his melar, his everything. It had been well over a century, a century of peace from a war that had taken many lives and to this day scarred the land. “Legolas… melar... please…”
His caress should be gentle, his lips should be soft, and his words should spill forth with dedication… only the human beneath him wanted more. All that he had learned to care for his melar was tossed on its head when his human agreed to be his with needs he had never encountered.
Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, love wasn’t supposed to make you cry or bleed, love was supposed to consume you with want and need. Elves were lovers, they cared. They were creatures that were both gentle and fierce. The warrior in each elf shouldn’t be brought to the bedroom but his human, his melar, begged so prettily. He couldn’t bear to disappoint his melar no matter how uncomfortable he was to be so assertive beneath the stars.
In the beginning Legolas had tried to find someone to confide in and it was Gimli of all people who had given him a smirk and a hard pat on the back followed by a discussion that left him wide eyed and no less intrigued with the dynamics of Dwarves. Was it okay to indulge a melar who preferred to be bitten over kissed? Was it love when your melar wanted you to rake nails along skin leaving behind angry red lines?
Blood shouldn’t be tasted on his lips when he kissed away the hurts he inflicted but Legolas would be lying if he didn’t admit he loved the spicy tang that was his melar, his heart fluttered whenever he grabbed hold of thin wrists and pressed them down and pounded into his lover.
The mere thought of seeing his melar, the very man who fell from the sky and into his very lap, become so undone he craved to hear the sweet song of the wizard pleading for release. It was wrong, so, so, wrong to stare into those ivy eyes and watch them shed tears of pain and relief… may the Valar forgive him but Legolas was consumed by it.
The sheer power he held was heady, it consumed him, wrapped him in a shawl of darkness that was a temptation to his soul and he couldn’t break away from it. If he should he would lose his melar. Even now buried deep within his lover Legolas braced himself and snapped his hips. The choked gasp that escaped the man beneath him was a thrill and Legolas wanted more, he wanted to make the wizard beg for it, plead, moan, and cry.
Fingers curled around his melar’s throat, thumb pressed against the slick pulse, Legolas nipped at his ear. “Scream for me Ha’ry.” Proper or not, Legolas wouldn’t change their behavior towards one another. His melar’s happiness was worth more than the whispers and frowns as Harry made his needs no secret of their never ending lives.
End.
AN: I want to thank Tari, Nao_luv_Yaoi, Stauni, and Suz, who answered my question on Kamerrons former grp (RIP). They helped me figure out a different word for Mate/Lover, hence the word Melar which I found on the site given to me. Big thanks with lots of hugs and cookies!