The Lord of the Rings

Chapter 1 - From Rivendell to Red Horn Pass

Dear Reader,

I’m flattered You found Your way here, but let me give You this advice: This story is weird, it is pure perverse fantasy. It’s based on the wonderful story of the Lord of the Rings, so knowing the book or the movie would be helpful as a background. But if You really love Tolkien’s middle earth, do Yourself a favour and don’t proceed!
Futhermore if You like realism or romance, this story would be a waste of time for You. If You like it straight only or gay only, this is not for You! And if You are a loving fan of the Legolas-charakter in the movie “The Lord of the Rings”, well, You love this story or hate it, there’s nothing in between.
After You’ve been warned it’s my great pleasure now to welcome You to the strange world of Middle Earth, where every perversion is possible. Get Your vibrator or tissue and lube – whatever You need - and dive in in!


All decisions were made, everyone was prepared, the fellowship of the ring was destined to leave in seven days. After all that preparation was done, these last days in Rivendell were a time of relaxation before the great journey.
The two younger Hobbits, Pippin and Merry, had grown quite friendly with Legolas. They tried to learn a bit of elvish and he tried to explain to them the wood-elves’ way of life. They were amazed how different elves thought of drink and food: While having the most delicious treats, they were modest and kept their beautiful slender figures. For Hobbits on the opposite food is everything, so Pippin and Merry kept stuffing themselves during their time in Rivendell until their Jackets became tight over their fat guts. Elves on the other hand are sexually supercharged, while Hobbits can’t resist food, they can’t resist sex – of any kind! Therefore female Elves usually wear long robes, which close firmly around the chest to support their breasts, but open up downwards exposing their beautiful flat bellies and their womanhood. Male Elves, besides being more impressively endowed than their human counterparts, usually wear short jackets with broad shoulders and tight hoses which are tied to their belts. And while these hoses are not sewn together in the middle, they carry their testicles and their penises in separate bags tied to their belts, too. They like to touch and kiss in public, they don’t mind to be watched, they want to encourage. It can be very disturbing for mortals who are not used to elven customs and may lure them… well, to whatever. If one goes to the elves, one won’t come back unchanged, as they say all over Middle Earth.

When not being with the two Hobbits or Gimli, Legolas said goodbye to all the noble ladies of Rivendell. He was quite busy because the ladies were sorry to let this well-endowed elven prince from the wild woods go away.
It happened on one of the last days that Pippin was on his way to Legolas to call him to Elrond. The door to Legolas’ room stood open a bit, so Pippin peeked inside before entering. Legolas stood in front of a huge mirror and behold himself. Pippin saw him in the mirror, he was wearing his hoses only, his fat balls were hanging full and round before his thighs and his enormous penis was nearly vertical rock-hard erect.
Pippin was mesmerized by all this beauty, he still wasn’t accustomed to the overwhelming sexuality of elves and their free-mindedness. He opened the door in trance and went over to Legolas who smiled at him: “Hello, my friend!” Pippin didn’t say anything, he could only look at the elve’s huge cock. He touched it, the shaft was so thick that his little Hobbit hand couldn’t grab around it completely. Legolas gently laid his hand on his shoulder and whispered: “Do as You please!” And Pippin did! He just wanted to see this beautiful huge penis ejaculate! Last time he had sex was during summer, shagging that fat maiden from his father’s estates. He never dreamed of doing this, he never had sex with other male hobbits nor dreamed of it, heaven forbit! But this was different, this was special, this was new. Without noticing he had started to stroke Legolas’ cock and in seconds it erupted, it covered the mirror with a thick layer of elven cum!
Legolas again smiled at Pippin: “Well done, my little friend! But why did You come here in the first place?”
Pippin blushed: “Errr, well…., oh yes, Master Elrond want’s to see You…. now.”
“Well then, I better go now. And you be so nice a clean up the mess You made, would You please.”
“Of course….!”
Legolas covered his manhood with udder-bag and penis-hose and left. Pippin went down to the kitchens to get himself a bucket of water and a towel or something like that. After he returned he watched the mirror… this looked kind of gorgeous, what a load. He sniffed, it smelled wonderful! Goodness me, if this tastes as good as it smells! He dipped his fingertip into it and tasted: Like thick fresh cream with honey and tasty spices… unbelievable.

Time doesn’t wait and soon the day of departure came up. They bit farewell to Elrond and his household and walked into the darkness, soon losing the sight of the last homely house. Their days were now in harsh contrast to the comfortable live at Elrond’s house. The late autumn weather was cold and rainy, every day they marched south all day long with just a short brake at mid-day. Their camps were cold and unpleasant, their camp food simple and strictly rationed, just as Hobbits don’t like it. While Gandalf and Legolas were always in high spirits, the rest of the fellowship grew quite dismal, especially our two young hobbits: Their feet hurt after the long marches and their bellies, which were so well filled at Elrond’s house, shrank until they got really skinny.
Pippin tried to forget what happened at Rivendell, but he couldn’t, of course. After three days he caught himself watching Legolas, he enjoyed watching him walk in his wonderful elven stride, his manhood swinging heavily with every step… He cannot walk all this way without relief, he thought, his balls are so big! Does he help himself? Such were his thoughts - little did he know of elves!
Hunger and rain forced him back into reality. This evening their camp was especially grim: The rain came down so heavy that they couldn’t start a fire, so their food was just cold way-bread and some dried meat. The only positive thing in this place were the thick old shrubs, which surrounded their camp. Still full of dry leaves these provided lots of little dry shelters, everyone big enough for two or three people. By the day’s last light everyone searched for a hiding spot for the night in the thick wood, Merry found quite a good place and invited Pippin to it. They were just busy of making themselves comfortable as Legolas peeked in: “Hello, mind if I join You!”
“Of course not, there’s enough room, bring Your stuff and come in!”
And so Legolas did, preparing his bedding just besides Pippin. After this long day they were very tired, Merry started snoring almost immediately, Legolas breathed silently, but Pippin couldn’t find sleep. He was hungry and cold and thought of the delights of Rivdendell, if only… He turned on his left side to Legolas. It was pitch black so he couldn’t see anything, just feel Legolas’ warm breath from time to time. And then he thought of Legolas delicious semen! No, no, no, this is weird, think of home, stupid Tuk, think of beer, think of our visit at Bombadil’s, think of… oh my, it was sooooo delicious.
Pippin carefully lifted his blanket a bit and reached out, Legolas waist must be just in front of him, he reached, he touched… Legolas massive naked erection!
“Are You hungry, my friend?” He heard Legolas whisper.
Shocked he pulled back his hand: “Legolas, how…? Why are You… naked and… so big?”
”Well, my keen little friend, I couldn’t overlook You watching my balls and naturally I know that elven cum is special, so I thought You might want some!?”
“Do You mean, You want me… I can…?”
“Yes, I do, milk me!”
And Pippin did, gently he patted Legolas’ full balls, which lay fat and round in the dark, smooth and tight, not a single hair. He started to stroke the huge penis, he wanted to suck on it, but it was too big for his Hobbit-mouth, so he just kissed his ***. After no time Legolas ejaculated and Pippin devoured a big load of elvish semen, thick, rich and delicious. He pulled back and rested under his blanket.
Legolas whispered: “Thank You, my friend! Are You satisfied?”
“Oh yes, thank You!”
“So sleep now and milk me again tomorrow!”
“Yes, Legolas, with pleasure.”
The next day they started short after sunrise and made good progress, but during the afternoon it started raining again, so they searched for a campsite early. This time they were lucky and found the ruins of what must have been a courtyard with three buildings, one of which still had an intact chimney. The roof was long gone, but the walls sheltered them against the breeze and with a few branches, leaves and blankets they prepared a few tents alongside the walls. After a properly cooked meal, for which Aragorn allowed two rations each, they chatted for a little while before one by one retired to their shelters. Merry and Pippin went early, Legolas followed much later and cuddled himself carefully between the hobbits. Pippin was awake still, waiting for his dessert, of course. As soon as Legolas had laid down, Pippin pulled of his penis-hose and grabbed the huge elven cock – and waited. The last talking died down and soon all the other companions were fast asleep – or seemed to be. He enjoyed the sight of Legolas’ huge penis, firmly in his little hand, ready to be milked. The light of the dying fire gave the scenery a nearly cosy atmosphere.
Pippin started stroking gently, but Merry rose abruptly: “What the hell are You doing there, You fool?” he whispered.
Pippin froze and stumbled: “I… we… I mean I… I’m milking Legolas.”
“You’re doing WHAT?”
Now Legolas intervened: “Keep carm, Pippin is milking me, try Yourself!” With these words he gently pressed Merry’s lips down on his penishead, Pippin gave it few quick strokes and the elf ejaculated massively. Merry’s face looked shocked at first, but relaxed quickly and turned into an expression of pure enjoyment.
Legolas let him of, Merry breathed heavily: “Goodness me, that was DELICIOUS! In fact the most delicious stuff I ever tried!”
Legolas smiled: “I’m flattered, my friend, You’re invited to get Yourself more tomorrow!” Merry fell back on his bed and moaned: “Thank You, Legolas, good night!”
“My pleasure, my friend” and turning to Pippin he asked: “Still hungry?”
Pippin didn’t talk, he grabbed the still erect penis and milked it until he enjoyed his dessert. Then he laid back and looked at Legolas smiling face: “You’re so wonderful” he whispered and fell asleep.

Their journey went on and on and our two Hobbits now looked forward to every evening and a delicious extra. After a few days Merry had to talk to Legolas, he felt weird and wanted to find out if everything was ok – or normal or whatever – he wanted to talk. He stepped up his pace and walked besides Legolas: “Legolas, may I have a word with You?”
Legolas smiled at him: “Of course, my friend, what’s on Your mind?” He always was so wonderful and friendly, no mask, just pure and real goodness.
“Legolas, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy every minute with You, but is this ok what we’re doing? I mean, could it be harmful or bad… later on? I never touched a male elf or hobbit or even wanted too!! This is so… weird!”
Legolas laughed: “Oh You mortals! Always concerned about what others think of You, blinding Yourself for the enjoyment of life! Why can’t You take things as they are for the moment being?”
“I don’t know, somehow it’s difficult. Oh Legolas, are You sure this won’t hurt anyone…, us…, You?”
“My dear Merry, I’m wandering this world far, far longer than You and I can ensure You it won’t hurt, elvish semen is one of the miracles of this world!”
“Oh Legolas, I’m hungry and I’d like to milk You right now. In fact I’d like to milk You all day long!”
“Thank You for this compliment, but that would be too much even for me!” he laughed.

Merry let himself fall back the line to Merry. For a while they walked silently, then Merry spoke: “I had a chat with Legolas, everything is alright, in fact he wants us to enjoy ourselves. I still feel weird, but I’m not afraid anymore.”
“Same with me, I trust him completely!”
“Do You think the others have noticed? Especially Gandalf?”
“I don’t think so, but with wizards one never knows.”
“I take Your word, let’s keep careful.”
“Yepp.”
Merry walked on, thinking, then he said: “Know what, I told him I’d like to milk him all day, but he laughed and said this would be too much even for him.”
“Merry, are You crazy, don’t go too far. Sure he wasn’t angry?”
“Absolutely, he kind of liked the idea. What do You think? Wouldn’t it be great to milk him all day, having his delicious elven milk whenever we like?”
“Don’t give me ideas!”
“And there’s something else.” Merry straightend his back and patted his belly “I’m getting fat again.
“So do I” smirked Pippin.

They now travelled through the countryside of Eregion and Legolas had a few pleasant milkings again. But then Gandalf and Aragorn called them for a meeting, by which it was decided to try to cross the Misty Mountains via the High Pass at the Red Horn. By the next day their path turned East first and then began to climb through the foothills. Steeper and steeper they climbed, it got cooler and walking became exhausting, no chance for cosy camping. As higher they got, as nastier the weather got. Even before the High Pass they were caught in a snow storm and had to return to the Lowlands to rest and discuss anew. The Hobbits hoped for a day’s rest and a bit of nutricious comfort from Legolas. Legolas seemed to feel alike, because he had an enormous erection after he wasn’t milked over the last days.