Title: Midsummer Heat
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not
me.
Summary: It's Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a
particularly 'frisky' mood and learn something of great interest
about Elrond.
Erestor expected perfection from all those who answered to him, as
well as from himself, and although the preparations for the
Midsummer celebrations were well underway there was still much to be
done before the guests from Lothlorien and Mirkwood arrived. It had
been many centuries since all three realms had celebrated together,
and he wanted to make certain everyone enjoyed their stay a t
Imladris. Despite assurances from his staff that the guest chambers
were all ready, Erestor felt the need to make a personal inspection
and had been about to do so when he had allowed himself to be
distracted by his lover's return from an extended patrol.
Years of maturity and wisdom made understanding the necessity for
Glorfindel, as Captain of the guard, to spend months away on patrols
protecting the borders of their home, easier to and accept, the but
even after all this time, neither stood the separation well. That
they missed each other greatly was apparent to anyone who had ever
witnessed one of their reunions. The moment he was enfolded in
Glorfindel's arms, the staid, aloof advisor who was soften accused
of being cold hearted and sharp tongued in his dealings with his
staff and visiting dignitaries alike, disappeared to be replaced by
a radiantly happy lover.
This time had been no different. Aside from the amused glances from
some of his warriors at the adolescent behaviour of the Balrog
slayer, others sighed with envy for the romance of it all when,
after handing Asfaloth into the care to a stable boy, Glorfindel
swept Erestor into his arms and carried him, almost at a run, to
their chambers. There was no doubt that hot, steamy loving was on
their minds, nor that neither would be seen until the next day, in
dire need of pillows on their chairs, as several of the members of
Glorfindel's patrol dared to comment in a rather coarse manner.
The seneschal's hearty laugh signalled his agreement with their
words, replying just as crudely that it was unlikely either he or
his beloved would even be capable of walking as far as the dining
hall after the evening they had planned.
Erestor cared not for any loss of dignity that his lover's actions
or words may have caused, for he adored being held in such a manner,
just as he relished the rain soft kisses on his neck and cheeks.
Indeed, rather than protest, the Advisor eagerly joined in the
display of affection by sucking on the tender skin of Glorfindel's
exposed neck, leaving his lover with several small bruises and both
of them with hard bulges in their leggings. This evidence of their
desire for one another was well hidden from view by the black robes
that Erestor wore, but neither could hide the fire that burned
brightly in their eyes. Once safely behind the door that Glorfindel
made a point of locking, the kisses had become a passionate prelude
to a night of exhausting but deliciously satisfying lovemaking.
The advisor brushed his lips against the soft cheek of the keeper of
his heart who was still deep in his reverie and smirked inwardly.
Perhaps 'allowed' was not quite the right word, Glorfindel had
literally swept him off his feet. A sigh of pleasure escaped his
lips at the memory of the day before. He and Glorfindel had been
lovers for well over a millennium, and during that time the
intensity of their love for one another had never waned, only grown
stronger and deeper, as had their desire. Each time they kissed or
touched or made love was as beautiful as the first, but they both
found the greatest joy came not from their physical intimacy, but
from the sharing of heart and soul.
**********
A light breeze parted the curtains, allowing the brightness of the
new day to fill the chamber, drawing the sleeping Advisor form his
reverie. Once Erestor's eye had fully focussed, they widened in
alarm when he saw that Anor was already high in the sky and it was
long past time he was seeing to his duties
Erestor savoured the feel of the rise and fall of the naked chest
pressed against his as he lay enfolded in Glorfindel's arms for a
few precious moments more before he reluctantly moved out of the one
place he really wished to be, the place that was his alone. A soft
sigh escaped his sleeping lover's lips and Erestor had no choice but
to take them in a sweetly tender kiss. Shaking his head in wonder at
how even such a simple touch could bring him to full arousal, he
comforted himself with the knowledge that Glorfindel's member had
responded in a similar fashion even though his glazed eyes indicted
he was still wandering the path of dreams. With a touch that was
tender and loving, Erestor slowly stroked the deliciously hardened
shaft, as he licked the sensitive tip of the ear resting against his
chest.
The gentle thrust of hips against his own hardness told him
Glorfindel was awake, as did the soft moans of need.
"Take what you want from me, my love," Erestor whispered as he
guided the silk covered steel into his more than ready entrance.
Moving in a slow, languorous rhythm, their coupling was a sensual
reaffirmation of their love, as were the names cried out in ecstasy
as they found release for the bodies and shared completion in their
hearts.
"I love you, Glorfindel, and as much as I want to stay here in your
arms, I am afraid that there are matters I must tend to," Erestor
said when he heard the knock on the door and the urgent request for
the advisor to meet with Elrond.
"I love you, too, my dark beauty. Go and do what you must, but know
I will be waiting here for your return.., I have not finished
showing you how much I missed you," Glorfindel teased, stroking this
love's insatiable member back to life before playfully shoving him
out of the bed.
Erestor bathed quickly, and then covered the still hardening
evidence of his desire with his robes.
"Should you decided to venture from our chamber today, please
remember that formal dress is required," Erestor told Glorfindel,
pointing to the robes hanging on the back of the door and smiling
with amusement at the beautiful face that was now wearing a frown of
displeasure at the reminder.
"All the more reason for me to spend the rest of the day in bed,"
commented the seneschal as he settled back into the pillows, rested
his arms behind his head and kicked the rumpled bedcover off, the
better to display the seductive pose of his naked body.
Erestor contemplated foregoing his responsibilities in favour of
taking the pleasure so wantonly being offered, but another knock on
the door, and an irate demand by Elrond himself for Erestor to
attend him in the study, put paid to that idea although it had no
effect on his engorged groin. Deciding that his lover deserved to
suffer the same fate that he had inflicted on Erestor, the cunning
advisor grinned wickedly as he quickly penned a note and left it
where it would have the most effect. He then stalked up to the bed
as if he meant to ravish his beloved, but instead kissed Glorfindel
soundly then lightly brushed his tongue along his lover's arousal.
Ignoring the seneschal's pleas for him to use more of the moist
mouth on the straining hardness, Erestor left to answer Elrond's
summons.
Although he was now in a hurry, the highly aroused advisor found
that, thanks to his engorged cock and the fact that his body was
indeed aching in all the places Glorfindel's warriors had teased
about, and others besides, he could not walk very fast at all. Even
in his pain he could not help allowing smile of amusement to reach
his eyes as he imagined what those same warriors would have to say
about his persistent arousal, could they see it. When in
Glorfindel's presence, such a state was to be greatly desired and
always a source of pleasure, but at present it was a distraction he
did not need, especially since his first task was to placate the
irate ruler of Imladris.
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Glorfindel sat up and groaned in frustration, a frown of
disappointment creasing his brow as he watched the door closing
behind his adorable, if not maddening Erestor. The groan quickly
turned to a contented sigh when the pleasant aches in certain places
reminded him of the previous night's passion. The Balrog slayer
settled comfortably against the pillows and offered silent thanks to
the Valar for the love he and the advisor shared.
Most of the Elves in Imladris, and indeed those in the other realms
as well if rumours were to be believed, considered the relationship
between Erestor and Glorfindel to be an enigma. The two apparently
had very little in common and it was difficult to understand how the
love of the handsome, high spirited Balrog slayer, whose ever
smiling eyes shone with the light of Valinor, could possibly be
given to, or accepted by one so unlike him as Erestor, who was
regarded as having a sharp tongue, dark unreadable eyes and ice
water running through his veins. There was no denying that the Noldo
had a dark beauty of his own, but that, along with his normally
aloof manner, only seemed to affirm that the advisor also had a
coldness of heart that spoke not of love for anyone, with the
exception of Elrond and his family.
To his lover's eyes, Erestor's stern public demeanour was nothing
more than a manifestation of his skills as a diplomat and totally in
keeping with his position as Elrond's chief steward and advisor. The
seneschal alone knew the depth of love Erestor was capable of
giving, how warm and intensely passionate his dark haired beauty
could be. Glorfindel had never been happier or more content since
the day his soul mate declared his eternal love, unconditionally and
with all of his being.
Over the years, both Glorfindel and Erestor had overheard many
unkind comments about their romance, but rather than being hurt by
the words, he and Erestor had treated them with the contempt they
deserved. They both agreed with Elrond's opinion that such were
uttered by the envious hearts of those who felt rejected. Glorfindel
had laughed at the notion that anyone other than Erestor could ever
lay claim to his affections, since his heart had belonged to the
advisor from the day they met.
In fact, had those who whispered words borne of envy behind the
lovers' backs taken the time to watch them more closely, they would
soon have realised how wrong they were.
The love the advisor and seneschal felt for one another was evident
in every glance, in every affectionately spoken word, in every
touch, be it merely a simple brush of hands as they walked in the
gardens, an embrace on the dance floor, or chaste kisses on cheeks
offered for no reason other than a display of affection, or in the
hungry meeting of lips in stolen moments of passion.
Of course, only the two lovers knew that a secret smile across the
dinner table was enough to cause hearts to fill with joy, or that
the glitter of lust in darkened eyes as one impatiently waited at
the training fields, or in the library, for the work day to end,
caused hearts to race in anticipation of shared pleasure.
Over the years, their loving had some times been wildly erotic,
sometimes very inventive and yet other times slow and languorous,
and Glorfindel enjoyed every time as only a lover can, but he had to
admit that it was devastatingly arousing when Erestor chose to be
wickedly playful. The twitching hardness between his legs attested
to that fact in no uncertain terms.
The note Erestor had written caught his eye and rising from he
comfort of the bed to retrieve it, the meaning of his lover's
cryptic remark became plain. The note was lying on top of the neatly
folded leggings that Glorfindel realised were the ones Erestor
should have been wearing. His already hardened arousal became even
more rigid as the full import of the few words became apparent.
"Formal robes, Glorfindel my love, nothing else!"
Glorfindel's eyes darkened with need and he wondered whether Erestor
was aware of the effect the knowledge that he was naked under his
robes was having on his lover. Glorfindel nodded in answer to his
unspoken question. Erestor's reputation as a cunning strategist was
well earned, and no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing to his
mate. It was also obvious that Erestor thought he would be safely
out of reach while occupied with the preparations for the
celebrations, and would have no time for a little more mutual
pleasuring. To Glorfindel's mind, his beloved was offering a
challenge that was too tempting to refuse intended to spend the day
teasing his lover in retaliation and with the knowledge that when
they finally sought each other's arms, their loving and their
release would be even more intense than usual. The seneschal was
just as eager to play his part in the game of seduction and saw no
reason not to fuel the flame of desire that he had seen burning
within the dark eyes.
Knowing that Erestor was currently at his meeting with Elrond,
Glorfindel decided that the warm water of a relaxing bath would
ease some of the aches and pains that resulted from being away from
his lover for so long. He collected his robes on his way to the
communal bating chamber, feeling the twinge of hunger as he did so.
It had been months since he had tasted anything freshly baked, and
he decided that after his bath he would go to the kitchens and ask
for some bread and cheese and a sample of whatever pastries a little
harmless flirtation with the cook would earn. He certainly needed to
replenish his strength after last night, not to mention that he
would likely need something extra for when he finally caught Erestor
alone.
As he settled into the aromatic herbal water, Glorfindel sighed with
pleasure as the warmth eased the tension form his muscles and the
ache from his body. All he needed to do now was to decide where to
lay his ambush for his unsuspecting lover, and as he drifted into a
light reverie, his dreams filled with images of Erestor writhing
beneath him in pleasure.
Awaking to the unpleasant feel of cold water on his skin, Glorfindel
stepped out of the bathing pool and dressed as Erestor desired,
grateful that the physical evidence of his love, which annoyingly
insisted on returning to its fully erect state, was well hidden from
public scrutiny behind the voluminous garment.
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Glorfindel ignored the titters of amusement that accompanied his
entrance into the kitchen. He was not certain whether it was his
unusually formal attire that was the source of the merriment, or his
undignified greeting of his lover the day before, but he cared not
what they thought. He was proud to be called Erestor's lover, and
judging by his uninhibited response, Erestor felt the same.
"So you are looking for something a little sweeter to nibble on than
the advisor?" the head cook asked with a knowing wink when
Glorfindel made his request. More soft chuckles of mirth echoed
around the room and even Glorfindel could not keep his stern glare
of annoyance for long.
"As delicious as your pastries always are, there is nothing as sweet
as or more desirable than my beloved, but I am rather hungry," he
replied, licking his lips seductively to emphasise the point.
"Had you fill of Lord Erestor then, I take it," smirked one of the
warriors from his patrol who was also seeking a freshly cooked meal.
Glorfindel raised his eyebrow at the innuendo.
"Several times, but not nearly enough," he replied with a smirk of
his own.
"You are a wicked one, Lord Glorfindel, " the cook said, slapping
him playfully on the arm before handing him the plate of rolls and
pastries she had prepared in anticipation of her favourite lord's
request.
"So Erestor often tells me, but perhaps I should make myself a
little sweeter for him," he said accepting this food with a bow and
without another word, added a pot of honey to his fare. Glorfindel
left the kitchen with a satisfied grin for the blushes that now
coloured the cheeks of those who understood his intentions.
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"Elrond, I apologise for my tardiness this morning," Erestor said
with a friendly smile as he sat in one of the comfortable armchairs
near the archway that lead to the balcony. He was truly sorry he had
arrived late to the meeting, but did not regret for an instant the
cause, nothing made him happier than lying in Glorfindel's arms,
loving him with body and soul.
The irate Lord of Imladris nodded once to acknowledge his advisor's
presence then turned away impatiently to glance down into the
courtyard. He remained silently staring at whatever had caught his
attention, then with an annoyed sigh, he walked back through the
archway and over to a small cabinet, on the top of which stood a
bottle of wine and two cups. He opened the only drawer and removed a
small jar of the kind he used for storing his herbs and proceeded to
open it, favouring Erestor with an unreadable stare as he did so.
"Please try not to let the distraction provided by Glorfindel's
return to keep you from your duties again," Elrond remarked as he
sprinkled some powdered herbs into a cup hof wine which he then
handed to Erestor who was frowning at the unfriendly demeanour and
the words that came very close to insult. "Here, drink this."
"What is it?" Erestor asked even as he downed the potion in a single
gulp.
"It is simply a tonic that will refresh you and help to relieve the
after effects of what I can only assume was a rather exhausting
evening, considering Glorfindel's lustful nature," Elrond explained
offering what could only be described as a crude wink as he stepped
out onto the balcony to once again peer over the wide stone wall.
Erestor felt his cheeks colour at the suggestive comment that,
although very true, addressed a matter that was none of Elrond's
business.
"Really Elrond, sometimes you go too far! I will not discuss what
occurs between Glorfindel and me in the privacy of our bedchamber
with you or anyone else, and certainly not in a manner that debases
the love we share," the advisor declared with some vehemence.
"As you wish, but we do have other issues to discuss before our
guests arrive," he said with an almost apologetic smile that did not
reach his troubled eyes.
"Is something amiss?" Erestor asked as Elrond idly toyed with his
wine cup and sighed deeply. His friend of many centuries was not
behaving in his usual calm and controlled manner nor had Erestor
known him to become so agitated over his rare fall from grace.
"Nay. `Tis only that I have received word that the party from
Mirkwood will be arriving within the hour. Please go and make sure
that the guest chambers are ready. I would be most disappointed if
all was not as it should be when the Mirkwood Elves arrive." Erestor
frowned at the implication that he had neglected his duty.
"Are you accusing me of failing to see to the comfort guests who
have not yet even passed through our gates? What is wrong with you
today, Elrond?" Genuine concern was hidden beneath the increasing
anger and deliberate sarcasm. Not even Elrond was immune to the
advisor's sharp tongue when Erestor was offended.
"Thranduil has never visited Imladris, and he only agreed to come
for the current celebrations because he is wise enough to realise
that it is in Mirkwood's best interest to enter into the alliance
Celeborn and I are proposing. Surely it is not too much to ask that
you do what you can to ensure he gains a favourable impression of
Imladris's hospitality!" Elrond pounded his fist on the desk and
responded in the dangerously cold voice in which Erestor heard
nothing but unreasonable anger.
There was a constant flow of travellers to and from Imladris almost
every day, so the arrival of one Elf was hardly cause for his lord's
sour mood, unless it was because this particular Elf was Thranduil.
What was the true nature of the relationship between the two
leaders, were they friends or enemies?
Erestor was aware the two had fought together during the Last
Alliance, but since then Thranduil claimed to be too deeply involved
in the establishment of his realm for any more contact other than
the occasional exchange of information. Elrond's opinion on the
matter was something the Peredhel had never openly expressed to
anyone, except perhaps Galadriel and Celeborn.
Erestor had to admit that he had no idea as to the real cause, but
neither would he allow his integrity to be called into question.
"Let me remind you, my lord that I have never failed in my duty to
you or Imladris. I will see to the guest rooms at once" he said, his
eyes flashing with anger and hurt as he stormed out of the library.
Erestor's temper improved considerably as he inspected the chambers
Galadriel and Celeborn used on their rare visits to Imladris. The
curtains were drawn allowing the sweet smelling summer breeze to
fill the room with clean fresh air. The bed was newly made, and a
basket of fresh fruit decorated the small table used for private
dining. Everything was in order in the bathing chamber as well, and
as he glanced around, making one last inspection before leaving,
Erestor made a mental note to congratulate the maid on a job well
done.
Thranduil's chamber was an entirely different matter and after
almost tripping over the cleaning cloths and brushes that lay
abandoned in the doorway, the advisor's anger returned, directed
more at himself than the one who had left the task unfinished.
Erestor knew he should have checked yesterday as he intended. It was
his own fault, but when Glorfindel needed him, all else became
insignificant and unimportant.
Erestor roughly pulled the curtains aside to allow the stale air to
escape, and to add a little more light to enter the chamber, and was
alarmed to see the unmistakeable golden hair of the King of Mirkwood
gleaming in the afternoon sunlight as he and his escort rode slowly
over the bridge. The chambers needed cleaning, and right now and the
advisor realised he had no option but to personally see to the task.
He had just begun to unbutton his robes, intending to keep them
clean by removing him when his fingers brushed his bare chest,
reminding him that he was totally naked beneath the garment. The
next thought that crossed his mind was that by now Glorfindel was
hopefully wandering about in the same state of undress and his body
reacted instantly to the mental image of his lover's glorious body.
Elrond was right, Glorfindel was a distraction, and he hurriedly
searched the chest of drawers for something to wear whilst he
pretended to be the cleaning maid. All he found were several
sleeveless under shirts that reached midway down his thigh. Not the
most desirable length, but sufficient to serve his purpose and he
quickly changed, then as an afterthought, walked over to lock the
door. At least he would not be forced to explain himself to any
unwanted visitors, or so he thought. He was just about to close the
door when it was pushed open and a smiling Glorfindel entered the
chamber, eyeing his lover appreciatively.
"Ai, here you are Erestor. I have been looking everywhere for you.
Did you know that Thranduil has arrived?' he said as he locked the
door and moved co stand close enough to the advisor that he could
run his hands slowly up his bare legs. Erestor could not stop the
needy moan that escaped his lips, nor his wanton thrust towards his
lover that forced Glorfindel's hand to brush against his hardened
member.
"So I saw," Erestor whispered, reaching up to claim his lover's lips
in a searing kiss. Glorfindel stepped away when they finally parted
for air and stood with his arms folded across his chest.
"Would you care to explain why you are standing half naked in
Thranduil's chambers 'Tis unseemly behaviour for a bonded Elf, as I
am sure you know, " he added, his eyes glittering with a mixture of
desire and mirth as he, feigned jealous outrage.
"Look around you Glorfindel, this chamber is a disaster. It needs a
good clean, and the task will definitely be completed much faster
with your assistance," replied Erestor in the tone of voice he used
when issuing orders to his staff. He took another undershirt form
the drawer and handed it to Glorfindel who was now laughing merrily
at the very idea of doing such a menial chore.
"Here, remove your robe and put this on. I assume you heeded my
note?" Erestor asked, his voice was husky with desire as he sought
and found affirmation the midnight blue eyes. With a playfully
suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows, and the briefest contact of a
moist tongue on the sensitive tip of the Balrog slayer's ear,
Erestor effectively silenced the musical sound of laughter by taking
his lover's breath away.
"Perhaps we should start with making the bed?" Glorfindel suggested,
picking the advisor up and carrying him across the room after he had
removed his robes. After several kisses and much sensual licking and
caressing, Erestor reluctantly pushed Glorfindel away.
"Nay, there is no time for this, my insatiable one I have already
suffered Elrond's harsh words this day, I do not wish to anger him
further," Erestor said as he stood and walked over to the pile of
cleaning cloths. He selected one, and ignoring the adorable pout of
disappointment on Glorfindel's face, begun to dust the furniture. He
smiled with affection when, a few moments later, he saw the Balrog
slayer busily making the bed.
"Why is Elrond angry with you?' he asked as he worked. Erestor
quickly explained as well as he could, and freely admitted he did
not fully understand their friend's attitude.
"Sounds more like frustration than anger to me, perhaps all he needs
is to be thoroughly bedded!"
"Glorfindel! What an unseemly thing to say!" Erestor exclaimed.
"I only speak the truth and you know it. Should we speak to Haldir
when he arrives? He has always fancied Elrond and I believe he is an
excellent lover," Glorfindel mused as he continued with his chore.
"So I have heard also, but it is not our place to interfere in
another's private life," Erestor replied as he moved into the
bathing chamber.
"Nor is it anyone's, including Elrond's to interfere in ours,"
growled Glorfindel as he grabbed Erestor from behind and attacked
the soft curve of his neck with a series of licks and nips. The
advisor threw his head back to expose as much flesh as possible, and
allowed Glorfindel to slowly and thoroughly seduce him with his
hands, lips and tongue until he was begging for release. The
seneschal quickly found some suitable oil, and carefully prepared
his lover with more intimate kisses and caresses.
"Enough, Glorfindel. Take me now!" Erestor demanded wantonly.
It was a plea Glorfindel was powerless to refuse. Placing the silky
tip of his arousal against the opening waiting to take his length,
he was just about to thrust deeply when the sound of the locked door
crashing open echoed around the bathing chamber.
Two pairs of eyes widened in shock ed disbelief, the haze of their
lust fading as rapidly as their arousals and with the stealth which
elves were well known to possess, they moved to peer through the
slightly opened door that separated the two chambers.
"We should give them their privacy," said Glorfindel without taking
his eyes from the two elves who were saw sprawled on the floor,
obviously intent on ravishing each other. He felt Erestor nod his
agreement, and then smiled when he felt his lover's chin rest on his
shoulder, giving him a better view as well.
"He has a magnificent body," Erestor commented as he studied the
naked elf who was now far too preoccupied with thrusting into his
partner to be able to hear the soft whispers from the behind the
bathing chamber door.
"Erestor!" Glorfindel hissed, turning to face the dark eyes, his own
blazing with jealousy and pain.
"But neither as gorgeous or desirable s yours, only you can complete
me, my Glorfindel, I love you," Erestor whispered, appeasing the
unintentional hurt with his words and by caressing the soft skin he
rested against so tenderly that the flame of desire roared back into
life.
"I love you, Erestor," Glorfindel whispered as he felt a warm hand
gripping his now fully hardened member and guide it towards the
still well prepared opening. Mindful of the two in the next room,
their loving was slow and sensual, building to a passionate release
that was as beautiful as it was intense. They did their best to
muffle their soft cries of ecstasy with a bruising kiss, and lay in
quiet, yet breathless contentment in each other's arms, exchanging a
satisfied smile when the lovers in the next room voiced their own
completion.
As the last echoes of "Thranduil!"
"Elrond!" faded from the chambers, they dared to take another
look, pleased to find their lord already in peaceful and sated
reverie, held lovingly in the arms of the King of Mirkwood.
"I take it they are more than casual acquaintances," Erestor
commented dryly as he looked over at the large window that was
likely their only means of retreat.
"And I was right about Elrond's frustration," smirked Glorfindel as
he followed Erestor's concerned gaze and immediately understood his
intention. "Do you trust me, my love?" he asked, taking the pale
hands in his own and kissing the palms tenderly.
"With my life," Erestor replied without hesitation, returning the
loving gesture in kind.
"Then wait here," said Glorfindel as he crept soundlessly into the
bedchamber and retrieved their robes. Erestor breathed a sigh of
relief when neither Elrond nor Thranduil stirred, but it was short
lived when he realised that Glorfindel meant for them to sneak past
the lovers and leave the chamber in the usual manner.
"Climbing out the bathing chamber window appeals to my sense of fun,
and such an act would only serve to enhance my reputation as an Elf
of high spirits, but I will not risk having you caught in such an
undignified position." He explained, with total seriousness and such
loving concern and possessiveness that Erestor fell in love all over
again.
"What if they awaken?" he asked, whispering as softly as possible as
Glorfindel took his hand and lead him towards the doorway. Erestor
stopped walking and stood his ground while he waited for his answer.
"We will simply tell the truth." Glorfindel said with a wink that
warned Erestor he was in a devious mood.
"That we shamelessly watched them make love? I am not as courageous
as you, my Balrog slayer and what of my dignity, not to mention
theirs? Have you not heard that Thranduil's temper is as quick and
hot as Elrond's can be?"
"A test of your diplomatic skills to be certain, but one I know you
can handle should the need arise. Nay, I was thinking of another
truth, the reason we are here in the first place," Glorfindel
replied unable to resist taking his lover, who was now smiling with
equal mischief, into his arms for another kiss.
"Aye, we could say we had come to clean the room and discovered them
in their present state," Erestor agreed. It was a stretch of the
truth, but of a kind he had often had cause to use in his dealings
with diplomats. Dignity would be maintained as much as possible, and
there would be no cause for recrimination.
It was also one he did not have to use, for as Glorfindel obviously
expected would happen, they simply walked hand in hand into the next
room, past the sleeping lovers and out into the passageway.
Glorfindel soundlessly pulling the door closed on the scene behind
them.
"Am I to understand you are now free for the rest of the day, my
wicked Advisor? I am in desperate need of a bath," Glorfindel said
hopefully.
"By no means am I at liberty to accompany you as you so clearly
desire," Erestor said teasing the hardness he knew was beneath
Glorfindel's robes with a few quick strokes. "Whilst Elrond
is `indisposed', it falls to me to take charge. Galadriel and
Celeborn are also expected to arrive today and someone needs to keep
them from accidentally discovering Elrond's well kept secret."
"Humph, if Galadriel does not already know, then I am a son of an
Orc!" Glorfindel scoffed. He and Galadriel had been childhood
friends, and remained so over the millennia.
"Be that as it may, you will have to wait until Elrond returns
before you feel my hardness thrusting deep within you," Erestor
teased as he reached up to brush a few strands of gold back behind
Glorfindel's ear, deliberately including the tip in his tender
touch. Sensing the slight movement that indicated his lover's arms
were about to embrace him, Erestor lithely moved out of reach. "A
promise of things to come," he whispered as a messenger appeared at
the end of the passageway and signalled he wished to speak with
Glorfindel.
Erestor took advantage the interruption and disappeared in the
direction of the kitchens and was nowhere to be seen when Glorfindel
finished speaking with the messenger. Undeterred and still with a
nice warm bath and a plan for further seduction in mind, the
seneschal returned to the chambers he and Erestor shared, and
grinned wickedly at the honey pot that waited patiently on the
bedside table.
************************
Thranduil's arrival required that a feast of welcome be held this
evening, and after a few words with the cook and other members of
his staff responsible for the various preparations, Erestor was
satisfied all was in order. He was particularly pleased to see the
crate of wine from Thranduil's cellars and the thought of the Wood
Elf reminded Erestor of his recent discovery. He snorted with
disgust at himself for not realising Elrond and the King had more in
common than their love of an excellent vintage.
"Like their apparent love for each other! Or I wonder if it is
merely lust, they both have wives in Valinor, after all. And how
long has this been going on?" The more he thought about the
revelation, the more curious he became, and although he had as good
as told Elrond to mind his own business when it came to his and
Glorfindel's love life, he was sorely tempted to find answers to his
questions. But the most pressing issue as far as the advisor was
concerned was to discover how it was that Elrond had managed to keep
this information from the one Elf in Imladris with a reputation for
unsurpassed skills as an astute observer from whom not even the
smallest secret could normally be hidden.
It was a matter of pride, and Erestor's was hurt, not to mention the
fact that his curiosity was piqued.
Knowing there was only one possible solution to assuage his battered
ego, and not being one to avoid a confrontation, he decided to
return to Thranduil's chambers and simply ask Elrond and Thranduil
to explain their relationship. A slight flush coloured his cheeks as
he recalled exactly how he had found out about his lord and the
king, and his body responded rapidly to the memory of Glorfindel's
loving ministrations, but he quickly put those thoughts aside for
the moment. As he did the image that filled his mind of the way the
water droplets made his lover's skin glisten as he stepped from his
bath, and how deliciously enticing his freshly washed hair would
smell. Erestor groaned and closed his eyes against his lustful
thoughts, for as much as he wanted to simply return to their
chambers and kiss every inch of that glorious body, for the moment
it was his curiosity that needed satisfying more.
But how to do so without admitting to what he and his beloved
Balrog slayer had unashamedly witnessed from behind the bathing
chamber door? Ever the cunning strategist, Erestor `s eyes lit up
when he spied the basket of fruit that should have been taken to
Thranduil's chambers by the maid with whom he was no longer quite so
annoyed. Her neglect had given him the perfect reason for
interrupting the lovers and with the welcome gift for Thranduil on
his arm, he took his leave of the kitchen staff and strode
purposefully back to the guest chambers.
Hearing no whispers or moans of passion from within, Erestor
imagined the sated lovers were still asleep, but was surprised at
how quickly his loud knocking was answered by a fully dressed and
immaculately groomed Thranduil.
"Greetings Sire and welcome to Imladris," he said, handing over the
fruit basket with a respectful bow.
"Greetings to you, Erestor. It has been far too long since we last
met," replied Thranduil as he accepted the gift and ushered the
advisor into the chamber that Erestor quickly realised was empty
except for King and himself.
"I apologise for not being on hand to welcome you when you arrived,
but I was not expecting you so soon," Erestor said as he sat in the
chair that was offered.
"Aye, I heard that Glorfindel has just returned from several months
on patrol, and I imagine he was 'warmly' welcomed home," Thranduil
said matter of factly, but his wicked smirk indicated there was no
need for further explanation as to what had kept the advisor
occupied. Erestor had made several diplomatic trips to Mirkwood over
the centuries, and out of mutual respect, and a similarly dry wit, a
friendship had also grown between Imladris' advisor and the great
forest's King. Erestor blushed slightly at this veiled reference to
his love life and decided to answer in kind.
"Indeed, however I trust your welcome by Elrond was equally
as 'warm', and that your friendship was quickly renewed," Erestor
said smiling inwardly at the colour Thranduil was unable to prevent
from spreading to his own cheeks. Elrond had assured him that no one
knew of their most recent liaison, nor of the real nature of their
relationship, but Erestor not one to be easily deceived and his
comment made Thranduil feel decidedly uncomfortable. The advisor
seemed far too suspicious.
"Your lord was as courteous and amicable as ever in his greeting and
as he showed me to these chambers, which are more than satisfactory,
I must say. I am most impressed with what I have so far seen of
Imladris and its lord," Thranduil replied with a sincerity that
touched Erestor.
"Such a compliment will no doubt please Elrond, he is very proud of
all he has achieved. I am sure he will make every effort to see your
first visit here is as pleasing as possible."
There was innuendo in the words, or so it seemed, but Thranduil was
willing to dismiss it as over reaction on his part.
"As he has already shown. However there is a small matter that
requires attention. The lock on the door seems to be in need of
repair," Thranduil said, deftly steering the conversation into
matters more mundane. Erestor's eyes glittered with amusement at the
innocent response and he could not help a brief snicker as he was
sorely tempted to point out that when a locked door was forcibly
kicked open by lovers eager to ravish each other; it stood to reason
the latch would break.
"I will have it tended to immediately," he replied. "I have not seen
Elrond since earlier this morning, I do not suppose he mentioned
where he could be found?"
After they had awoken from their brief rest following their wildly
passionate reunion, discretion had dictated Elrond leave. He had
done so reluctantly, but promised that after he had seen to the
remaining tasks he had scheduled for the day he would retire to his
chamber to await a further visit from his honoured guest.
"I believe there was someone needing his ministrations as a healer.
Perhaps the healing halls?" Thranduil suggested it was not entirely
the truth, although Elrond had mentioned something about needing to
replenish his supply of a healing powder that was particularly
effective for those aches commonly experience by lovers.
"Thank you, I shall seek him there should I have need," Erestor said
as he stood to leave. It was obvious he would learn nothing more
from Thranduil.
A brief glimmer of sunlight reflecting from glass in the next
chamber caught his eye and his heart began racing as he instantly
recognised the small crystal vial that lay beneath the small table
in the corner, where it had been inadvertently left in their haste
to avoid discovery. The exquisitely cut glass bottle had been an
anniversary gift from Elrond and would present irrefutable evidence
to their friend that his advisor and Glorfindel had been there
earlier.
"Is something amiss?" Thranduil asked as he noticed the startled
look the dark eyes could not hide.
"Only that I see the maid failed to adequately clean your bathing
chamber," Erestor replied, cringing when, following the direction of
the advisor's gaze, the Woodland King spotted a pretty little glass
vial which he picked up and studied closely.
"This is beautifully crafted. I take it that it is a container for
a `special' kind of oil?" Thranduil asked, his raised eyebrow
indicating he knew the purpose of both the flask and its contents.
"Aye, it is not unusual for lovers to use unoccupied chambers for a
midnight tryst," Eretor explained as he took the offered vial and
picked up the discarded bathing sheets.
"I must apologise. It appears the cleaning of this chamber was
overlooked. I will send a maid to render the problem immediately."
"'Tis of no matter, I am afraid it is in such a state because I have
already bathed since my arrival." Erestor's eyes widened at that
revelation and silently thanked the Valar that no mention was made
of the damning evidence.
"Nonetheless, I will send someone to tend to the chamber as well
the lock," the advisor repeated as he hastily made his way to the
door, the vial tucked safely in the pocket of his robe.
******************
As promised, Erestor immediately sent one of the maids to
Thranduil's chambers and after organising for a smith to repair the
lock, he hastily returned to the chambers he and Glorfindel shared.
"Is that you, love? Come and join me!" the golden voice of his
beloved called from the balcony. Erestor stopped only long enough to
remove his robes and don a pair of pants that were the twin for
those Glorfindel wore before stepping through the archway and into
his lover's waiting arms.
Several long and passionate kisses later, they settled on the
lounge, with its many cushions and enough width for two. The single
item of furniture had long since replaced the armchairs that had
been far too uncomfortable for anything but sitting on, not to
mention being nowhere near sturdy enough to survive the weight of
two bodies entwined in particularly ardent love making sessions.
Yet, as much as they revelled in their shared pleasures of the
flesh, it was the simple act of being held in a lover's embrace, of
feeling the gentle rhythm of hearts that beat as one that defined
the depth of their love. The quiet moments were cherished as were
the heartfelt declarations of love made not in the throes of
passion, but in those special moments when no one else, nothing
else, existed but the two who were soul mates. Such was this moment,
as they lay side by side on the lounge, legs entwined and arms
holding each other close but it ended when Glorfindel spoke.
"I was hoping you would join me in my bath," he whispered against
the ebony silk that rested on his shoulder.
"I wanted to but I decided a visit to Thranduil's chamber was in
order."
"Ai, my ever curious advisor. Did you learn anything of interest?"
Erestor sighed with contentment at how well Glorfindel knew him. The
seneschal understood the meaning of the sigh and kissed his lover's
hair. Wishing for more intimate contact, he tenderly stroked
Erestor's naked chest, teasing the erect nipples by squeezing them
tightly then licking them.
"Aye.Oh Glorfindel, that feel wonderful. " Erestor moaned, using his
lips shower his lover's neck with tiny kisses before sucking none
too gently on the soft flesh at the base of his neck. After marking
his lover with a small bruise, he stopped in his ministrations and
began to laugh softly.
"What is so amusing?" Glorfindel enquired, frowning at the change in
Erestor's mood that neither he nor the engorged member between his
legs appreciated.
"The bath. I am afraid that had I joined you it would have been a
rather frustrating experience for us both, considering this was
still in Thranduil's chamber," he explained as he handed Glorfindel
the small vial that had the potential to cause much embarrassment,
if not ill feelings, between certain pairs of lovers.
"We are fortunate that Elrond did not see this, although Thranduil
did," he warned.
"Aye and we are also fortunate that we have plenty of alternatives,"
Glorfindel said, as he tipped the vial upside down to reveal it was
empty. He dismissed the find with a shrug and licked his lips
suggestively.
"You are insatiable!" Erestor declared his eyes darkened with lust
as he felt the touch of Glorfindel's hardness against his own
through the flimsy fabric that was quickly removed to allow a more
sensuous contact between the silk covered steel of their cocks.
"And only you can feed my hunger," he said, claiming his lover's
lips in a deep and bruising kiss that emphasised his need and left
Erestor powerless to resist.
"Then taste this," Erestor growled wantonly as he moved to straddle
his lover's hips so that he could writhe against the object of his
desire before taking it inside with one quick movement. So intense
was the passion that burned in their blood, so strong their need
that it took only a few hard, deep thrusts by Erestor, accompanied
by firm strokes of Glorfindel's hand before their voices were raised
in ecstatic cries of completion.
************************
Thranduil stepped out onto the balcony to allow the maid to proceed
unhindered with her work, and as he gazed out over the peaceful
valley, he replayed the conversation with Erestor in his mind. There
was something disquieting about the whole incident, something that
left him with a feeling that he could not put a name to. Perhaps it
was the way advisor hinted that he knew of, or at least suspected
the nature of the relationship that existed between Elrond and
himself. Thranduil was certain his long time lover would not have
mentioned it even to his advisor. They had both vowed to keep their
silence ever since they had been forced to keep the love that had
first bloomed at Dagorlad a secret from everyone once they learned
that both Oropher and Gil-galad disapproved of their liaison. It was
a bitter truth that the need to keep the lovers apart was the only
thing his Adar and Elrond's mentor could agree upon.
After the loss of both kings, the way became even harder for the two
new rulers who were forced to accept that their lives would follow
separate paths, no matter how much their hearts wished otherwise. As
devoted as they were to each other, as much as they needed and
wanted to be together, both knew their people needed them more and
duty and responsibility came first. More than ever, secrecy was
required as the two new rulers dealt with the aftermath of the war
and the slow fading of the time of the elves as the shadow
reappeared.
Thranduil had to admit that he had found a measure of love and
happiness with his Queen, and aside from Elrond, there was no one
more precious to Thranduil than his son. Elrond had found the same
with Celebríían and adored his children beyond measure, but both
ladies had quickly come to realise that as devoted as their husbands
were to them and their children, the bond that had been forged in
the moments of heated passion on the battlefield ran soul deep and
could never be replaced.
So it was that over the centuries the two rulers had learned to
become content with whatever stolen moments came their way. No one
questioned the King's reasons for taking the occasional lone hunting
trip that invariably found him heading in the direction of the Misty
Mountains, nor did they find it strange that he often visited his
kinsman in Lothlorien. By the same token, Elrond's trips to the
Golden Wood or the days he would spend in seclusion, supposedly
along the banks of the Bruinen were also dismissed as of little
importance by everyone except Thranduil. Memories of lust filled
reunions in the hidden glades of Lothlorien, or in the long coll
grasses by the river, filled Thranduil's mind and he ached to be
back in his lover's arms.
The young chamber maid, who eagerly sought to make amends for her
neglect, was delighted to provide the King with directions to her
lord's study. Thranduil found the way easily, and was pleased to see
the open door indicated Elrond was indeed inside. Without knocking,
the king entered the chamber, closed the door, locking it without a
sound and moved silently to stand behind his lover who was so
engrossed in his book that he had not even bothered to sit. Nor did
he seem surprised when strong arms encircled his waist from behind
and soft lips nibbled their way down his neck. He closed his eyes
and sighed with contentment as he leaned back against his captor.
"Guess who?" The warm breath of the sultry voice tickled his ear and
a few strands of golden hair fell across his face. With a wicked
gleam in his eye, Elrond decided to tease his lover a little.
"Glorfindel, you know what will happen if Erestor catches us!" he
exclaimed in a husky whisper, knowing full well it could be none
other than Thranduil who was making his heart race and his knees
weak with desire. He felt himself being turned quickly in the
embrace and before another word was spoken , his lips were claimed
in a searing kiss that spoke of passion and a hint of jealousy and
sent fire directly to his groin.
"Does the Balrog slayer feel like this," Thranduil asked, plunging
his tongue into the eager mouth of his lover as he rubbed the steel
hard bulge in his leggings against that in Elrond's.
"You would have to ask Erestor that question. Glorfindel is and
always will be his alone." Elrond replied in all seriousness as he
caressed the face of his beloved.
"And you are mine," Thranduil replied as he took the already swollen
lips again, this time with a sweet tenderness that was almost
Elrond's undoing. Unable to resist the needful cries and soft moans,
Thranduil picked his lover up and carried him to the soft rug that
lay in front of the hearth. In between the kisses and increasingly
erotic caresses, clothes were discarded and soon the sensuous touch
of naked flesh writhing against naked flesh was not enough and
Elrond begged his lover to take him.
"There is a phial of oil over there on the shelf where I keep my
herbs," he whispered between the gasps that escaped as a warm
moistness licked weeping head of his erection. Even in his need to
fill Elrond with his own hardness, Thranduil was not willing to do
so without proper preparation, and he hastily went to retrieve the
necessary oil. He picked up the little glass bottle and stumbled
back as if he had been stabbed as he stared in disbelief at the very
item Erestor had retrieved from the guest chambers.
No wonder the advisor had been so eager to leave after he had
retrieved it, Thranduil thought, suddenly realising the truth. The
phial belonged to Elrond and he had apparently left it behind after
one of those trysts the advisor had mentioned. Perhaps Elrond had
really believed it was Glorfindel who had crept up on him and had
mistaken Thranduil for his new lover. Aye, that must be it, and
Erestor was merely trying to protect them both by removing the
evidence. So Glorfindel and Elrond had betrayed them both and
instead of love and desire, anger and jealousy raged in his heart
and without offering a word of explanation, he dressed hastily and
stormed from the study, leaving a bewildered and very frustrated
Elrond in his wake.
Blinded by the pain in his heart, and the tears in his eyes,
Thranduil stumbled through the passageways, caring not who saw him
nor where he was going but eventually unable to bear the ache that
was engulfing his whole body, he slumped heavily against a door and
wept.
"Do you hear that?" Erestor asked, reaching up to touch his lover's
cheek to draw him from his light reverie. They had moved from the
balcony to the comfort of their bed and had spent the afternoon
resting in each other's arms, talking quietly about anything and
everything, and sharing the occasional sweet kiss.
"Hmm, sounds like someone crying outside our door," Glorfindel said
as he took the willing lips in another kiss.
"We should see if whoever it is in need of assistance," Erestor said
as he reluctantly removed Glorfindel's arms from around his waist.
Glorfindel merely nodded his agreement and after donning their bed
robes Erestor opened the door. With a look of undisguised
astonishment, he quickly helped the distraught King of Mirkwood into
the chamber. Glorfindel poured a small cup of miruvor and attempted
to help Thranduil hold it while he drank, only to have it knocked
angrily from his hands.
"Do not touch me, Balrog slayer!" Thranduil hissed with contempt.
Glorfindel and Erestor exchanged a questioning glance, neither had
any idea as to the cause of Thranduil's current state.
"What has Glorfindel done to upset you, Thranduil?" Erestor asked,
daring to offer another cup of miruvor to his friend.
"I do not wish to hurt you, my friend, but you should know he has
betrayed you," Thranduil replied sadly. The miruvor had calmed him
slightly and now he felt compelled to warn his friend of his so
called lover's treachery. Glorfindel was about to protest but
Erestor silenced him with a smile and a look that spoke of nothing
but undying love and complete trust in his beloved.
"How? How has he betrayed me?" the advisor asked. Thranduil reached
into his pocket and pulled out the phial.
"I know who owns this," he said as if that was explanation enough.
"So do I, it belongs to Elrond," Erestor stated, still uncertain as
to what exactly Thranduil was thinking.
"Aye, and he was careless enough to leave it in my chambers after he
and Glorfindel had used its contents," Thranduil said. Erestor moved
to take the stunned Glorfindel in his arms, and ignoring Thranduil
for the moment, the advisor kissed his lover reassuringly. They had
to tell the truth before things got even further out of hand. It was
obvious Thranduil believed what he was saying, and neither wished to
see Elrond suffer as a result of the misunderstanding.
"Nonsense, there was nothing left after he had finished with his
ministrations on me," Eretor scoffed, hoping a little light
heartedness would east the tension.
"There is no one else my body craves, and we do not confine our
lovemaking to the bedchamber, as I am sure many will tell you,"
added Glorfindel with a wink at Erestor who merely rolled his eyes.
"Besides, that is not the same phial I found in your bathing
chamber, although it was crafted by the same artist. This is the one
I found," Erestor said as he retrieved Glorfindel's matching phial
from the bedside table.
Thranduil's' brow creased in confusion and he spent several minutes
digesting this new information. So there were two phials, and the
one Erestor had been so eager to remove was Glorfindel's.
"It is mine, and I was as you say, careless enough to leave it
behind, but had little thought for such when Erestor and I found
ourselves in a rather compromising situation," Glorfindel explained,
exchanging an amused grin with his lover as they recalled the rush
to leave the chamber. Thranduil was far from amused and turned as
pale as Ithil's light when he realised how he had left Elrond, and
what anguish his lover must be suffering.
"I see, then please accept my apologies for my false accusations. I
hope you will forgive me, Glorfindel," Thranduil said.
"Of course, it was a simple mistake to make, but I what I do not
understand is the distraught state you were in just now. I know you
and Erestor are friends, but surely not that close?" Glorfindel
asked, trying his hand at finding out more about Elrond and
Thranduil It was obvious that the King had believed he was betrayed
as well, even if he had not said as much.
Thranduil sensed a trap and was about to reply when an irate Elrond
burst into the chamber and with a brief nod of acknowledgment to his
friends, he turned to Thranduil.
"Your Majesty, please attend me in my study without delay. We need
to discuss a matter of some urgency that has arisen." The words were
harshly spoken and in a tone not to be disobeyed, even by a king. As
soon as he had finished speaking, Elrond stormed out of the chamber,
not even bothering to ensure that Thranduil was following.
***************************
The cold anger in Elrond's voice had been matched by the steely
glitter in his grey eyes and it had been obvious to all that the
lord of Imladris was seething with the pain and fury of a hurt
lover.
"If you will excuse me, I should make haste to speak with Elrond. It
appears I have done something to earn his ire," Thranduil said
without taking his sorrow filled eyes from the now empty doorway.
Jumping to conclusions and then foolishly storming angrily from your
highly aroused lover's bed without a word was certainly more than
enough to incur his wrath.
"Aye, I believe that would be wise. Judging by his demeanour, Elrond
is in a very bad temper. Here drink this before you go," Glorfindel
said as he poured another small measure of miruvor and handed it to
Thranduil who accepted the cup and downed the contents in one gulp.
The silent exchange that had occurred between Erestor and Glorfindel
confirmed that they both realised that Thranduil had discovered the
phial, but remained unaware of their act of voyeurism and spoke of
their regret that they were in part to blame for whatever had
occurred between the lovers.
"I have seen many such storms raging in those eyes, but in my
experience his anger usually passes quickly once the problem has
been resolved," Erestor said, offering what comfort he could without
revealing what he and Glorfindel knew of the true relationship
between the two. Now was definitely not the time to speak of such
things.
"I have also had occasion to deal with an outraged Elrond,"
Thranduil admitted with a forced smile as he turned and left the
chamber.
In the early years of their relationship, the son of Oropher and
the herald of the High King, who were both fiercely loyal to their
respective leaders, and had often come into conflict over their
differing viewpoints. However, they had never been able to stay
angry with each other for long, their heated arguing quickly
igniting the fires of passion and leading to intense and hard,
almost disparate loving when all had been forgiven. Thranduil did
not expect the forgiveness to come so easily this time, for
questioning a lover's fidelity caused a deep rift that would not be
easily mended.
Keeping Elrond waiting would not help matters either, but Thranduil
had only turned one corner when he realised he did not know how to
find the study. He was about to go back and ask directions from
Erestor when the sound of approaching voices saved him the trouble.
"Surely you jest. The healer would not dare speak so to Lord
Glorfindel.," one of the young voices said.
"I assure you he did, unless my ears no longer hear correctly," the
second elf replied with a chuckle.
"The healer actually said: `Another bottle, Lord Glorfindel?
Already? It is barely the noon hour and I am certain I gave Lord
Erestor enough oil yesterday to refill your phial several times. You
two do realise that you can also sleep when in bed. Do you not?'"
Both elves sniggered at the words repeated in the same disbelieving
manner in which they had been delivered.
"Daring indeed, but what did Lord Glorfindel say to that?"
"He simply laughed and replied, `Aye, but the bed is not the only
place I take my beloved. There is also the bath, the floor, his desk
or Elrond's. to name but a few others.'"
More snickering ensued and Thranduil could not help but smile at the
Balrog slayer's brazenness and the looks of mortification on the
young faces when they realised they had been caught gossiping about
their lords.
"I have not heard your conversation," Thranduil said indicating he
did not intend to reprimand the two very relieved young elves. "I am
a visitor here and need directions to Lord Elrond's study. Would you
be good enough to show me the way?"
"Of course my lord, this way," said the one who recovered his
composure first.
******************
"Do you think he accused Elrond of betrayal with you?" Erestor
asked, resting his head on Glorfindel's chest and snaking his arms
about his lover's waist. He felt the shaking of silent laughter and
added his own.
"I do not know what happened, but you saw the look of hurt in
Elrond's eyes." Glorfindel said as he tilted his lover's head up so
that he could see his face. Eretor favoured him with the sweet smile
that he knew to be his alone, and that Glorfindel could not resist.
He bent his head to meet the soft lips that eagerly opened to allow
his tongue to plunge into the moistness beyond for a long, loving
kiss. "I love you," he whispered tenderly against the now slightly
swollen lips when the kiss ended.
"I love you, too," Erestor replied with equal affection as he
settled back against the naked chest and listened to the sound of
his lover's heart beating. "Do you think we should go and speak with
Elrond on Thranduil's behalf?"
"Perhaps later, if the need arises. Give Thranduil some time to make
amends for his false accusations. This is their problem, and it has
more to do with trust than being watched whilst in the throes of
passion." Glorfindel said as he felt the flicker of his desire begin
to burn into a flame. Entwining Erestor's legs in between his own,
he writhed his hips wantonly against his lover's, groaning with need
as he felt Erestor's cock grow hard against his thigh.
"Glorfindel, as much as I want to continue this, it is almost time
for Celeborn and Galadriel to arrive, and since we are in part
responsible for Elrond's likely absence, I should be on hand to
greet them," Erestor said placing his hands against the naked chest
and instead of pushing his lover away, he drew light circles around
the quickly hardening nipples before taking each between his finger
and thumb and squeezing.
"The messenger informed me that the party from Lothlorien will not
be arriving until the morning. You are not going anywhere,"
Glorfindel growled lustily in between gasps of pure ecstasy before
putting his lips to better use and suckling on the soft flesh of
Erestor's neck. To ensure no escape was possible, not that Erestor
was even thinking of attempting to, he covered his lover's body with
his own, forcing his legs apart so that he could rest in between
them. Through eyes hooded with burning desire, Erestor saw
Glorfindel reach for the oil.
"Take me, my love, please!" he begged.
"Not yet," Glorfindel said as instead of the expected oil, he
dripped a light coating of honey all the way down Erestor's body
from his neck, over the protruding nipples, into his navel and onto
the head of the weeping cock, combining the two sweet fluids with
the barest touch of his finger. Erestor arched at the touch, and his
cries of need turned to moans and whimpers as sensuous delight as
Glorfindel used his tongue to slowly lick the sweetness form his
lover's body.
After the first few licks of the moist tongue any resistance the
advisor had planned on giving disappeared under the sensuous
onslaught that left him writhing in sweat soaked want. The erotic
act was so amazingly pleasurable that Erestor was totally
incoherent by the time his lover's teasing tongue and mouth had
slowly began to suck the honeyed cum from his throbbing cock, and he
came hard and fast, screaming Glorfindel's name.
"That was incredible, my love," he managed to say in a breathless
whisper as he felt the strong arms about him once more, holding him
until the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm had passed.
"Not as incredible as the feeling I get whenever you lose yourself
so completely to me," Glorfindel replied, raining soft kisses on the
sweat covered brow.
"But what of you, my love. You have not yet found release. It is my
turn to taste you." Erestor whispered seductively, surprising
Glorfindel by finding the strength to roll on top of him, and
kissing him soundly as he reached for the honey pot.
*****************************
Thranduil knocked hesitantly on the door, and entered the study
ready to offer his understandably irate lover a full explanation and
hopefully be forgiven for his foolish moment of irrational jealousy.
There was no question that Elrond was furious with him, but the
greeting he received was more ferocious than even he imagined it
would be.
Taking him by the shoulders, Elrond pushed Thranduil against the
door, causing it to slam it shut with the weight of their bodies.
The lord of Imladris then deftly reached behind the stunned king to
lock it, making escape impossible. He grabbed a handful of the
golden hair and pulled Thranduil's head forward so that he could
take his lips in a fiercely passionate kiss that deepened when the
now highly aroused king eagerly allowed his lover's tongue to ravish
his mouth. Thranduil's eyes widened and glittered darkly with lust
as he felt Elrond's other hand reach into his leggings and none too
gently take hold of his hardening cock.
Surprised by, but more than willing to fully participate in the
lustful attack, Thranduil enfolded his lover in his arms and writhed
wantonly against him. He could feel Elrond's heart beating as wildly
as his own, and the mere thought of the hard, fast loving he was
anticipating was nearly enough to bring him undone.
"Do you want me, Thranduil? Is your body aflame with the need to
feel my hardness thrusting deep within you?" Elrond's seductive
voice whispered against the lips he released so that he could suck
on the sensitive soft skin of his lover's neck.
"Aye.please.. more. by the Valar Elrond, I want you so much,"
Thranduil whimpered as he thrust desperately into his lover's hand,
not noticing the smile of evil delight on Elrond's face.
"Make no mistake, I crave nothing more than to take my pleasure in
you, but not until you satisfy my need to hear the explanation for
your recent unpleasant behaviour, my love" Elrond's words brushed
against the tip of Thranduil's ear, carried on his warm breath.
Shivers of pure ecstasy coursed through his body and, needing
completion, he began to tear at Elrond's clothes. "Do not be so
impatient, I mean what I say," Elrond said sternly, only his still
present anger at his harsh treatment earlier enabling him to hide
his own reluctance to step out of Thranduil's reach and take refuge
in the chair behind his desk. Thranduil groaned loudly and took a
few deep breaths to try and regain his composure. Elrond's fury
remained unabated, but rather than rage like a storm he had chosen
the more subtle approach, his words and actions cutting like sharp,
cold steel.
"I should have known you would seek some form of revenge. The
punishment certainly fits the crime," Thranduil said looking down at
his engorged and weeping cock and sighing with frustration as he
slumped into the chair opposite. A frown of slight annoyance creased
his brow when he noticed Elrond was watching with some amusement as
his very aroused lover tried to find a comfortable position.
"I am nothing if not fair, as you well know. Now please enlighten me
as to why you saw fit to seduce me then leave me with a mithril hard
cock and no word of explanation," Elrond said, his demeanour turning
more serious and his anger to sarcasm.
"In a word? Jealousy." Thranduil said with a sad smile, regretting
that he had ever doubted his lover.
"This is no time for humour, Thranduil," Elrond responded sharply.
"I am well aware of that. Elrond, but neither was your jest about
mistaking me for Glorfindel. When I saw this phial on the shelf, I
mistakenly assumed it was the same one Erestor removed from my
bathing chamber. I thought that the Balrog slayer had taken my place
in your bed," Thranduil explained, placing the offending item on the
desk. Elrond nodded thoughtfully.
"It is the same as the one I gave Glorfindel, but it has never even
been filled until the day I learned you had finally accepted my
invitation to visit Imladris.," Elrond said his eyes sparkling
briefly with mirth and desire that matched those of his lover's.
"I have missed you, my love. Even a day away from you is far too
long," Thranduil said softly as he reached across the desk to take
Elrond's hand.
"I know, and I missed you, very much, but we had our wives' and
children's feelings to consider as well these past few centuries,"
Elrond replied as he squeezed the hand that held his. "However, we
are together now, so let us try and resolve our present problem. I
accept that my ill conceived attempt at a jest did not help matters,
but we have been lovers a very long time, Thranduil, and our love
runs as soul deep as that between Erestor and Glorfindel. How could
you possibly believe I would betray your trust?" The hurt in the
beloved voice was as a knife in Thranduil's heart and he stood and
walked around the desk to kneel at Elrond's side.
"You are so utterly desirable that I know there are many here who
would offer to warm your bed," Thranduil said, his heart aching at
the very thought.
"Perhaps, but Glorfindel and Erestor are not among them."
"So I discovered when I accused Glorfindel of betraying my friend."
"That was a courageous, but perhaps foolish move. Erestor handles a
sword quite well, you know," Elrond's tone was light and he was
pleased to elicit a snicker from his clearly distraught lover.
"They were both more amused than annoyed, and made it quite plain
how mistaken I was. Are they always so openly affectionate?"
Thranduil asked out of curiosity.
"Sometimes they seem to have trouble keeping their hands off each
other, especially when Glorfindel returns from an extended patrol as
he has just done. For the next few days we can expect to see very
little of them, but when we do no doubt there will be kisses and
touches aplenty. `Tis really a beautiful sight to behold two so
utterly devoted to one another," replied Elrond with obvious envy
for those able to freely express their love.
"I can certainly understand that, I feel the same about you. Even
now I want nothing more than to finish what we both started,"
Thranduil said. Elrond drew him into his lap and offered him his
lips in a long, sweet kiss.
"I love you, Thranduil," he said tenderly as he stroked his lover's
soft cheek. It was a gentle touch but it still sent fire coursing
through Thranduil's veins, as did even the smallest smile from his
beloved.
"I love you so much Elrond. Please believe that in my heart I know
you would never betray me, nor would I you, but of late I have to
admit that my judgment has become clouded. Just as the rising evil
has begun to enshroud my beloved Greenwood in its murky shadow, so
have dark dreams begun to invade my reverie."
"I thought I felt something amiss when you arrived, a hint of
disquiet disturbing your inner thoughts. What kind of dreams?"
Concerned eyes gazed into the windows of his lover's inner self,
offering love and comfort to the troubled spirit within.
"Painful ones. Often I awake in tears as I feel my heart breaking
when my pleas for my lover to not leave me are ignored as he walks
away with some misty figure. I could not bear to lose you to
another."
"I love you too deeply to ever allow that to happen, although to be
honest, I too have dreams of leaving you but only to sail into the
West. Perhaps you feel the echoes of these through our bond."
"Aye, that might be so," Thranduil agreed with a nod. "Am I forgiven
for my rash conclusions and my foolish accusations?"
"Not quite. Rid your gorgeous body of the garments hiding it from my
sight and then bend over and take your punishment." Elrond demanded
huskily as he reached for the phial. Moments later Thranduil was
disrobed, his chest resting on the desk, legs spread wide apart to
expose the opening that more than welcomed the deep, hard strokes of
Elrond's now slick and glistening cock as he thrust into his lover.
Like the sighs and moans that accompanied the movement, the rhythm
was at first slow and languorous, allowing both to fully savour the
joining of their bodies, becoming harder, faster and increasingly
erratic as the exquisitely pleasurable tension of impending orgasm
began to build, until the pressure was released in mind blowing
ecstasy. Two voices screamed their pleasure at once, each shouting
the other's name before their lips met in a heated but tenderly
loving joining.
For several minutes, the fully sated but totally drained lovers lay
slumped across the desk, unable to do anything other than pant
breathlessly, and exchange words of love.
"Do you know that I want nothing more than to be able to wake in
your arms," Thranduil told Elrond.
"Then stay with me in my chambers. The need for secrecy diminishes
with the passing of time, but my need for you increases the more we
are together," Elrond said as he gently brushed away few strands of
gold from Thranduil's beautiful face.
"I need you too, my love. Waking in your arms has always been one of
my most fervent desires as well."
The sweet kiss that followed was broken when the startled lovers
glanced when someone knocked on the door. In the incoherency born of
lusty and need, neither had considered the need for secrecy
remained, and Elrond was grateful that the at least had managed to
lock the door.
"Elrond, are you in there?" Erestor's well known voice called.
Thranduil put his hand over his lover's mouth in a playful attempt
to silence him but Elrond simply kissed the soft palm and lifted it
away.
"He has a key," Elrond whispered and Thranduil nodded his
understanding and they both quickly dressed.
"Aye, King Thranduil and I are still involved in that important
discussion," he called through the closed door.
"Well, we certainly do not wish to interrupt, but I must remind you
that you are both required in the dining hall in the next hour,"
Erestor replied, putting his fingers to his lips to silence the
laughter he could see ready to escape from Glorfindel when Elrond
answered with his thanks for the reminder.
"Discussion indeed. Those were not screams of anguish over a
difference of opinion or the like that we, and probably half the
population of Imladris just heard," Glorfindel scoffed.
"Nay, but they certainly enjoyed their 'talk'. Are we that loud?"
Erestor asked, taking Glorfindel's arm as they continued on to the
kitchen where Erestor was going to make the final checks on his
staff before the banquet. It was a subject he had never really
thought about before.
"I can not really say, although I have heard some comments to the
effect that it might suit the peace of Imladris better were our
chambers in the caves in the forest," Glorfindel replied with a
smile and a playful swat of his lover's adorable behind.
"Settle down, Glorfindel, we will have plenty of time to test our
voices later. I think I shall I ask the cook to put extra honey pots
on the table," Erestor commented with a mischievous wink.
*****************
Thranduil and Elrond were the last to arrive at the dining hall,
both in an extremely relaxed mood as they moved about the tables
exchanging greetings and words of welcome with friends and
acquaintances that had also come for the Midsummer celebrations.
"I think we are the only ones who know of their afternoon tryst,"
Erestor said as he watched the secret lovers socialise.
"Unless one happens to look a little closer at Elrond. If I am not
mistaken, he has a very poorly hidden passion mark on his neck,"
Glorfindel said, inclining his head in greeting as Elrond and
Thranduil took their places at the table.
"I can even see the teeth marks," Erestor whispered to Glorfindel.
"But not the ones from this morning, I will wager," Glorfindel
commented. "I wonder that Elrond can actually sit on the bruises we
saw Thranduil make!"
"Hush Glorfindel!" Erestor commanded, not wishing for such lewd
comments about the king to be heard.
"Make me!" the seneschal dared with a wicked gleam in his eye that
quickly vanished when Erestor kissed him breathless.
"You two are looking radiant this evening. The healthy glow of much
physical activity gives a lovely colour to your cheeks," Elrond
said, ever willing to take the opportunity to tease to his advisor
and his seneschal.
"Activity that is apparently not confined to their chambers, as I
understand Glorfindel told the healers," added Thranduil joining in
the fun. Glorfindel laughed out loud at the jest that only he and
Thranduil understood.
"Share the joke, my love," Erestor entreated. Glorfindel quickly
related his brief encounter with the healers and all who heard
laughed merrily. Only Elrond remained silent, his eyebrow raised in
indignation.
"You have made love on my desk! That is really going too far. I
insist that you refrain from doing so in the future," he said in all
seriousness, even though he and Thranduil had just done the very same
thing. Elrond decide he needed to find a reason to make Thranduil
stay longer, some of the places Glorfindel mentioned indeed sounded
quite interesting. Elrond laughed silently as the untrue but
nonetheless amusing thought suddenly occurred that Glorfindel only
went on patrol so that he could return and enjoy the attentions of
his lover more frequently.
"Does that mean we can not use your armchair as well?" Glorfindel
asked with regret.
"Ai, you are insufferable, Glorfindel!" Elrond declared.
"Insatiable is the word I would use," Erestor whispered as he
lightly ran his hand along his lover's thigh. "Pass the honey,
please Glorfindel," he asked out loud as his hand rested on his
lover's limp member. The mention of honey had the desired effect and
Erestor smiled invitingly at his lover, licking his lips seductively
and making Glorfindel wish the meal was already over.
"Tell me, Glorfindel, when exactly did you visit the healers today?"
Thranduil asked after giving the matter some thought. He had not yet
decided why Erestor had been so eager to remove the phial and in
fact had tried to conceal its presence from him, he realised on
reflection.
"Just before you arrived," the seneschal replied with a distracted
shrug as he caught Erestor's hand and moved it up and down the
hardening bulge between his legs.
"That means that you and Erestor were using my chambers when I
arrived," Thranduil said as he worked the details out in his mind.
He knew the phial was full just before he arrived, and empty when
Erestor came to claim it not long after Elrond had left, so it must
have been used. Thranduil's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What is wrong, Thranduil?" Elrond asked as he noticed the shocked
expression on his lover's face.
"They were in my chamber the same time we were," Thranduil whispered.
"Watching us, you mean?" Elrond whispered back. He could hardly
credit his two most respected friends would so such a thing but the
evidence seemed to point that way. Thranduil nodded, but it was
Elrond who asked the question.
"Why was your phial in Thranduil's chambers?" he asked Glorfindel.
"I accidentally left it there," the seneschal replied truthfully.
"When? This morning ?"
"Aye."
"Were you there when Thranduil arrived?"
"Soon after. I went to tell Erestor the King had arrived and he
convinced me to help him clean the chambers. He makes a seductive
little chamber maid, I might add," Glorfindel said, trying to add a
little levity to the serious tone of the conversation that was
heading in a direction neither he nor Erestor were pleased to see.
"No doubt and I imagine that is why your empty phial was found
there," Thranduil remarked.
"A distinct possibility," Glorfindel agreed with a smile of
encouragement for Erestor who was now looking very concerned.
"I think we have established that Glorfindel and I were making love
in Thranduil's chambers this morning. It was certainly a popular
place for such activities," Erestor said hoping his subtle barb
would not be lost on Elrond and Thranduil. To his secret delight but
outward dismay, Glorfindel could not resist a more straightforward
approach.
"Indeed, one couple actually kicked the locked door open in their
eagerness to enter."
Elrond quickly discovered that it was not only `physical activities'
that could cause a rosy hue to one's cheeks.
"It is becoming rather warm in here, shall we take a walk in the
garden?" he said to Thranduil who quickly nodded assent. "I include
you two in the invitation," Elrond said curtly to Erestor and
Glorfindel in the tone of voice that indicated he clearly was not
amused.
***************************
A short stone path lead from the doors of the dining hall to the
entrance of the gardens which was marked by an archway covered in
sweetly perfumed blossoms. The heady scent was carried on the gentle
breath of warm air, Ithil's soft, pale light added an ethereal
beauty to the night and the soft whispering of the waterfalls in the
background set the romantic mood for the lovers to which Glorfindel
readily succumbed.
He tugged slightly on Erestor's hand to gain his lover's attention,
and when the advisor turned to face him, Glorfindel took him in his
arms and kissed him, not with the ardent passion of desire, but with
a sweet tenderness that conveyed all the love in his heart. Erestor
wrapped his arms around his lover's neck and melted into the kiss
that left him weak at the knees
"I love you, Glorfindel, more that I have to words to say," he
whispered, tenderly caressing the handsome face when the kiss ended.
Glorfindel smiled and sighed happily as he leaned into the touch.
"I love you, Erestor, now and forever," he replied as he bent to
capture his beloved's lips once more.
**************
"Their love runs true and deep," Thranduil commented as he and
Elrond watched the lovers kiss from where they stood so close
together that their hands were able to touch without being seen.
"Aye, but in that they are not alone," Elrond replied as he moved
behind Thranduil so that that he could wrap his arms about his waist
and rest his chin on his shoulder. He felt the warm body stiffen
slightly with surprise, and reached up to brush the soft golden hair
aside, exposing a deliciously tempting earlobe.
"After the scene they witnessed in your chamber there is no reason
to hide our love from them," he whispered, pleased when Thranduil
relaxed back against him and moaned softly as a moist tongue teased
his ear then teeth and lips nipped and suckled at the sensitive
curve of his neck.
He covered Elrond's arms with his and pulled him even closer, slowly
rotating his hips against the hardness he could feel pressing into
him through their garments. This time it was Elrond who moaned
needily and he pulled Thranduil around to face him, thrusting
against his groin as he covered his lips with a bruising, hard kiss.
"Elrond! Thranduil!" A voice shouted, drawing the lovers back from
the pool of want into which they were about to plunge. Reluctantly
releasing Thranduil's lips, Elrond turned to glare at Erestor whose
voice it was he had heard.
"Might I suggest a little more discretion, or have you two taken a
liking to being watched? He asked, pointedly glancing down at
Thranduil's hand that was still gripping Elrond's robe covered
erection. The king's eyes met Erestor's gaze and allowed him to see
the lust held within, and then he released the captive member, but
not before wickedly giving it a few teasing strokes.
"Aye. I thought you were embarrassed by the unintentional
circumstances you found yourselves in earlier, Elrond," Glorfindel
added in all seriousness.
It was time to discuss the matter openly and remove the tension that
existed between the friends and all agreed they should sit and talk.
Without a word, Glorfindel sat with his back resting against one of
the trees, and spread his legs a little and held his hand out to
Erestor who smiled affectionately at his beloved and took the place
made for him, resting his hands on Glorfindel's thighs and his head
on the muscular chest.
"Embarrassment implies shame, and I have never been ashamed of my
love for Thranduil," Elrond said after he and the king had settled
in much the same position and exchanged a brief kiss that spoke of
their delight in being able to at last openly display their
affection to Elrond's closest friends.
"Then why the secrecy?" Erestor asked.
"At first because we encountered nothing but disapproval, and I was
forbidden to continue in the relationship, and then later because
our duty to our people and our families took precedence over our
duty to our hearts," Thranduil said as he proceeded to briefly
explain the many hurdles the new lovers had found themselves facing.
"How could you bear the separation?" Glorfindel asked with immense
sadness at the very thought of how such a parting would mean that he
would not see Erestor's' sweet smile for so many years. He already
thought his patrols went far too long at times, but he certainly
understood that duty must come first.
"Ai. we had our moments, and we learned to make them intensely
passionate and satisfying enough so that the memories lingered until
the next time we met," Elrond said, exchanging a meaningful glance
with his lover who nodded his agreement.
"Indeed we did, although other than the time Oropher `interrupted'
us, we have never been so careless as to allow ourselves to be
caught off guard," Thranduil said turning so that he could say the
words of desire he wanted only Elrond to hear. "I needed you so
badly, I was sorely tempted to ravish you the moment we met in the
courtyard. I certainly gave no thought to the locked door that in
Greenwood, at least, means a chamber is occupied by someone wishing
not to be disturbed." Elrond chuckled softly.
"Aye. it has the same meaning here. And rest assured, my love, you
were not alone in your want. We have never been apart for as long as
this last time, and even now my body is aching to feel your touch,"
Elrond whispered, his eyes reflecting needs too long unattended and
he took his lover's lips in a passionate promise of things to come.
Erestor stood and reached for Glorfindel's hand, smiling knowingly
at his lover.
"It is time we left, do you not agree?"
"Aye, but. It is such a lovely night for passion under the stars,"
he said with regret.
"There are many more secluded gardens, my lust y one," Erestor said
as he slowly began undoing his robe, opening it at the waist and
teasing Glorfindel with a glimpse of the naked flesh beneath., and
his eyes darkened with lust as he recalled Erestor's note form the
mourning.
"Formal robes and nothing else!"
The temptation before him was too great and ignoring the wide eyed
stares of Thranduil and Elrond, who also continued to fondle each
other, the seneschal reached for the hardening cock that hung
freely, unhindered by a garment of any description.
"Erestor you will be my undoing," Glorfindel moaned as he stroked
the silk covered steel and felt his own respond to its mate's
pleasuring,
"I fully intend to be, several times in fact, but not here, unless
you would prefer an audience," he said inclining his head towards
the other two lovers.
"If you will excuse us, Elrond, Thranduil, I believe Erestor and I
have something of importance to discuss," Glorfindel said, lifting
his beloved into his arms and disappearing into the night. The
subtle jibe was not lost on the two he left behind and they both
laughed heartily.
"I do not think they will get as far as your desk, nor will we,"
Thranduil reassured Elrond as he pushed his lover back and rolled
over onto him, capturing his lips and thrusting his tongue into the
mouth that eagerly opened to deepen the kiss.
"I think that until I leave, it would be wise if we adopted
Erestor's current form of dress. You are wearing far too many
clothes," Thranduil said as he struggled to remove Elrond's tight
fitting leggings.
"We both are," Elrond agreed, as he did likewise and then proceeded
to place fiery kisses all over the exposed flesh before putting his
lips to better use and sucking first on each of the sweet nipples
before moving down lick the drops of fluid from Thranduil's
straining cock. The king arched his back in pleasure and begged for
more, whimpering with need when Elrond removed his mouth from around
the sweet hardness. He reached for his discarded robe and removed
the phial from the pocket and held it up for Thranduil tom see.
"Aye, please.hurry.." Thranduil begged again as he watched his
lover's painfully slow movements, Once his fingers were coated with
oil, Elrond rolled his lover onto his stomach and pushed his cheeks
apart. Thranduil bucked wildly when not the hard digit but a moist
softness slowly worked its way around his opening before pushing
deep inside. Reaching to stroke himself as he thrust in and out with
his tongue, Elrond brought them both to the edge, then leaving them
both aroused and panting with need, he carefully prepared his lover
with his fingers.
"Enough! Take me now!" Thranduil demanded as he impaled himself on
the three digits that now filled him.
"As you wish," Elrond agreed and with an almost feral growl he
sheathed himself to the hilt with a single, deep, hard thrust.
"Aye...that is so good..harder.faster." Thranduil demanded wantonly,
rotating his hips and forcing Elrond's slick cock to brush against
his prostrate. Grunting and groaning with each thrust, Elrond drove
deeply into his lover, and as he felt the first tingling of his
climax flow through his blood, he grasped Thranduil's weeping cock
and stroked him rapidly to completion, screaming with ecstasy as his
hot seed filled the tight passage in the same instant that his hand
was coated with his lover's.
*********************
In another secluded part of the garden, having ridden his lover to
an intensely pleasurable completion, a sated Glorfindel lay in
Erestor's' arms, slipping slowly into an exhausted reverie that was
disturbed momentarily by ecstatic shouts echoing through the night:
"Elrond!"
"Thranduil!"
"Someone should warn them how well their voices carry," Glorfindel
whispered against his lover's still rapidly beating heart.
"Hmm, no doubt it will be mentioned sooner or later, but let us not
be the ones to spoil their fun," Erestor replied, kissing the golden
head as he followed Glorfindel into the dream only lovers shared.
****************************
After several more lingering kisses, Elrond reluctantly disentangled
himself from his lover and quickly donned his previously discarded
clothing, indicating Thranduil should do likewise.
"As much as I would prefer to spend the rest of the evening in your
desirable company alone, it is customary to welcome visiting
dignitaries with less, shall we say, .intimate. entertainment. I am
afraid we are expected in the Hall of Fire," Elrond said, chuckling
in response to his lover's groan of displeasure. Unable to resist
the childish pout on the more than beautiful face, he drew Thranduil
into a tender embrace savouring the last moments of contact they
could risk for the next several hours at least.
Thranduil sighed with contentment then, with a shrug of resignation,
he dressed quickly and allowed Elrond to finger comb his golden hair
back into some semblance of neatness. In turn he pulled the collar
of the lord's robes over the telltale bruise on his neck, kissing
the spot tenderly and smiling at the eyes rolled in mock
exasperation at the visible evidence of their passion.
"Aye, duty and protocol call, I suppose, but do not forget your duty
to me, my love," the king reminded Elrond as they walked slowly back
to join the others who had long since retired from the banquet
tables in favour of the singing and dancing in the Hall of Fire.
"How can I forget the other half of my very existence? You should
know that part of my duties as host is to escort you to your
chambers should you feel the need to retire early," Elrond said, the
implication in his words not lost on Thranduil, who smiled
seductively.
"And would another part of these duties also include a kiss
goodnight?" he teased lightly. Elrond laughed out loud and stopped
walking so that he could take Thranduil in his arms once more, for
the moment not caring that they could now be seen by anyone making
their way to the Hall of Fire. The fear of discovery sent a thrill
of excitement coursing through Elrond's veins which Thranduil felt
through the strength of their bond and, moaning his need softly, he
rested his head on Elrond's shoulder.
"Not usually, but for you alone I will make an exception, and I
might even be persuaded to see you out of your clothes and settled
comfortably into your bed as well," he replied, capturing his
lover's lips in a long, sweet kiss.
"I will look forward to that, but you do realise that unless you are
also in it, no bed is comfortable to me," Thranduil said with an
adoring smile that melted Elrond's heart. With grim determination
and much reluctance he playfully shoved his tormentor towards the
archway that lead back to the Hall of Fire.
Once they stepped back through they once again became the Lord of
Imladris and the King of Greenwood, outwardly only friends and
associates who nonetheless made their way with throbbing erections
that desperately craved to be touched and, amazingly to both, a
faççade of suitable decorum to join in the festivities meant to
welcome Thranduil to Imladris.
The merrymaking was well underway, and there had been much
speculation surrounding the sudden departure of the guest of honour,
the lord and Erestor and Glorfindel and their delayed return. Some
of it was wild and envious fantasy about a four way orgy, others
having heard the cries from the garden and knowing better than to
believe that Glorfindel was interested in any elf other than
Erestor, declaring they knew all along that the king and their lord
were more than friends. Others more charitably thought nothing more
than that their leaders had sought privacy for a discussion of
matters of state.
However, these were in the minority, and as Elrond and Thranduil
strode to their places at the table reserved for the lord and his
family, they both noticed poorly concealed sniggers of amusement or
the ill disguised stares of curiosity that followed in their wake.
"Do you think Glorfindel or Erestor have mentioned our relationship
to anyone else?" Thranduil asked, leaning closer to whisper and
causing another round of titters from the less discreet inhabitants
of Imladris when the king's lips almost brushed the tip of their
Lord's ear. Elrond new it was purely unintentional, yet he barely
managed to stifle the delicious shiver that ran down his spine.
"Nay, I did not ask them to keep my confidence, but I trust them
both implicitly Rest assured that they will say nothing unless I
allow it. Our secret is safe with them, besides they have not yet
made an appearance and considering the lust in Glorfindel's eyes, I
would be very surprised to see them at all this evening." Elrond
said as he moved away from the temptation to kiss his beloved's
sweet lips once more. Thranduil smirked at the remark and nodded his
acknowledgement of the need to display a little more discretion in
public that he read in Elrond's eyes.
"However, it seems as if some have guessed the truth nonetheless,"
he pointed out as more glances were cast surreptitiously in their
direction, and words were whispered behind hands in a secretive
manner. The Lord of Imladris looked about the hall and frowned his
displeasure at all and sundry until the stares and whispers ceased.
An unpleasant tension descended, broken only by the merry music
Lindir and his players struck up, and the timely, if not totally
expected. arrival of Glorfindel and Erestor.
After their encounter in the garden, the lovers had taken the time
for a brief cleansing swim in one of the nearby pools before
deciding to join in the evening's revelry. Both looked a little
dishevelled in their rumpled robes and with their wet hair hanging
limply about their shoulders, but there was no denying the glow of
satiation on their that made their fair features even more so, as
did the love light burning brightly in their eyes.
As they made their way to join the main table, the couple ignored
the obvious stares and words of speculation as to just how many
times the two had made love that day that were overheard in passing.
"Just ignore them, my love, they mean no harm," Glorfindel said as
he saw the colour rise in Erestor's cheeks.
"I will not have our behaviour spoken about so disrespectfully, even
in jest," Erestor said angrily as he turned to face the merrymakers,
and signalling for silence, spoke in the sternest advisor's voice he
could manage.
"It seems that many of you need reminding of what constitutes good
manners and polite conversation. The question of how many times
Glorfindel and I have made love today is none of anyone's business,"
he stated his body language making it clear such would not be
tolerated. Erestor's tongue was as sharp as Glorfindel's sword, and
none wished to deliberately incur his wrath.
"Beside, the question totally irrelevant since it can not be
answered at this particular moment. The day is still far from over,"
Glorfindel said tempering his own anger with humour as he was wont
to do. He wore a smile on his face but hardness in his eyes that
warned he would not tolerate anyone causing Erestor pain, nor did he
wish to hear another word on the matter.
The stunned and somewhat remorseful silence that followed the joint
reprimand was broken when the hall reverberated with a thunderous
round of applause and cheering from the audience and the seneschal's
audacity and support earned him a passionate kiss from his lover.
"If I know my warriors, they are still making wagers on the number,"
Glorfindel said as he poured two cups of wine and handed one to
Erestor.
"Aye, but they will not find out unless you kiss and tell, which of
course I know you would never do" the advisor replied, voicing his
total trust in his beloved Balrog slayer.
"Aye, other than kissing you whenever possible no matter where you
are, I share the intimate details of our private lives with no-one,
my love," the seneschal replied sincerely, suiting his actions to
his words and brushing his lover's lips with a soft touch of his own
in the manner that often signalled the start of their foreplay.
Erestor responded with a slight shudder as the tingling sensation
travelled to his groin and he was so lost in his love that he barely
heard Elrond speaking.
"Do not be so sure, Erestor and do not underestimate the keenness of
elvish hearing. I am afraid that you give yourselves away," Elrond
said with a knowing wink at Thranduil who did well to stifle his
mirth.
"So I have been given to believe," Glorfindel said with a
shrug. "'Tis of no great importance what they hear, everyone knows
we are lovers."
"You should heed your own warning, Elrond. Raised voices echo well
along the passageways," Erestor informed his lord with an amused
gleam in his eyes.
"Aye, and in the still night air. The gardens are not all that far
from the banquet hall, after all," Glorfindel added, his now serious
demeanour wiping the amused smirks from Elrond's and Thranduil's
faces and causing them to exchange an uncomfortable glance.
"You mean we were heard?" Thranduil finally asked, blushing
furiously.
"Three times of which Erestor and I are aware since you arrived,"
Glorfindel replied nonchalantly as if he were merely commenting on
the weather. Both Elrond and Thranduil almost choked on their wine.
"No wonder we were the subject of such scrutiny when we entered the
hall together," Elrond commented, knowing full well how quickly such
gossip travelled through the Last Homely House.
"Of course, those teeth marks on your neck only fuel the fire, so to
speak," Erestor told Elrond, using his raised cup to point to the
telltale bruises. His lord looked aghast and shrugged his shoulders
in an attempt to make his collar cover the passion mark once more,
but with little success.
"I think retiring early is no longer such a wise idea, we will only
confirm what many already suspect," Thranduil said with a meaningful
glance at his lover after he had recovered his composure.
"Aye, I regret we must change our plans," his disappointed lover
reluctantly agreed. "I would tell the whole world, if I could,"
Elrond whispered softly so that only those close to him could hear,
closing his eyes as he felt a warm hand move slowly up his thigh,
telling him by deed not word that his lover felt the same way. He
reached beneath the table and caressed the fingers lovingly before
releasing them.
"Glorfindel and I realise how difficult separation from one's soul
mate can be, and how deep the longing to be alone together becomes
once they are reunited. We wish to give you two the chance to
reaffirm your love as we do," Erestor said as he gathered
Glorfindel's hand in his and sweetly kissed the palm that he raised
to his lips.
"That is why we returned here, much to everyone's surprise,"
Glorfindel said, tenderly caressing Erestor's cheek before moving to
place a comradely arm about the king's shoulders
"You and I, my friend, are going to join our warriors in their
bragging about their prowess in skirmishes, after which you will
invite me to your chambers for a discussion of the differing
strategies we employ on our patrols."
"An acceptable arrangement, and although I understand this is merely
a ruse to allow Elrond and me our privacy, I would delight in such a
discussion with you on the morrow," Thranduil agreed with relief and
genuine interest in speaking with the famed Balrog slayer about
their common problem with the increased orc activity.
"I will look forward to it, perhaps after the morning meal we should
go to the training grounds. I suspect that after an evening of wine
and boasting and the telling of tall stories about battles, our
warriors will wish to test their skills against one another."
Glorfindel chuckled, knowing his men would not be able to resist
challenging the king's guards. Thranduil nodded his acquiescence.
"Meanwhile Elrond and I will soon retire to his study to finalise
the preparations for the arrival of the party from Lothlorien,"
Erestor said smiling affectionately at the gratitude for his
understanding in his friend's eyes.
"I take it that this will be a very short meeting?" Elrond asked
hopefully.
"Of course, all is in fact ready, but for the sake of honesty, we
will make a brief stop at your study before going our separate ways.
Glorfindel and I obviously require a little more practice in keeping
the sounds our pleasure confined to our chambers. as do you two, I
might add," Erestor stated in matter of fact tone as he looked from
Elrond to Thranduil, noticing both were now blushing slightly.
*******************
"So my sweet Erestor, how do you propose to silence my cries of
passion?" Glorfindel asked as with long practiced skill he quickly
removed his lover's robes and his as well. Erestor appeared to
consider his answer before pushing Glorfindel onto the bed and
pinning him beneath his body.
"I could use a pillow, or a gag," he suggested with an almost feral
grin at the look of alarm in the blues eyes that were rapidly
darkening with lust as the two glistening naked bodies writhed
against each other.
"Or your delicious lips. Follow my lead, lover and do what I do,"
Glorfindel said taking control and rolling Erestor from him so that
they were now lying side by side. He kissed him soundly then turned
around so that his head was facing the irresistible erection that
was dancing in anticipation against his lover's stomach. His own was
twitching just as eagerly close to Erestor's mouth and the soft
butterfly kisses and gentle nips the advisor was applying to his
hardened cock, as he did as requested and followed Glorfindel's
lead, was almost his undoing. Erestor was equally aroused as his
pleas and moans indicated.
"Please Glorfindel," Erestor was gasping with need as Glorfindel's
moist tongue teased the base of his erection and he used only the
very tip of it to slowly lick his way to the weeping head..
"Please what? What do you want?" Glorfindel asked huskily he felt
the agonising ache of the same slow touch on his own engorged member.
"This!" Erestor growled, opening his mouth and devouring his lover's
length to the full.
Glorfindel cried out silently with the exquisite pleasure of the
erotic touch and did the same for his lover, the rhythm of his
licking and sucking and stroking matching Erestor's exactly. As they
lost themselves in the ecstasy of mutual pleasuring, fingers pinched
hardened nipples and hands wandered to fondle the sensitive sacs
before moving to the small openings that were coated with the saliva
that leaked from the mouths filled with engorged cocks. Slowly and
deliberately they were breached in the same instant, and with
increasing speed to match the movement of the ebony and gold heads
as lips, mouths and tongues continued to taste each other's hardened
flesh, eager fingers penetrated deep enough to reach for the centre
of pleasure. Each inward and outward thrust stroked the small spot
until the ecstasy of their joining burned through them like with a
searing heat and hot creamy liquid burst forth like a bolt of
lightning, drowning their screams of pleasure as they swallowed each
other's seed.
For several minutes there was no sound other than the suckling
noises as they licked each other's sated cocks clean, and still
gasping for breath, Glorfindel turned around once more and moved
into the arms that were opened in welcome.
"Do you suppose anyone heard that?" Erestor asked as he drew back a
little delicately licked a few drops of his own creamy fluid from
the side of his lover's mouth before taking his lips in a slow,
loving kiss.
"I do not know, nor do I really care who hears me giving you the
pleasure that no-one else can give. I love you so much," Glorfindel
said as he wrapped his arms possessively around his beautiful
Erestor and held their still rapidly beating hearts against one
another.
"Indeed none can, for I am yours, and yours alone, just as you are
mine. I love you," Erestor whispered tenderly as he gazed at his
lover's face, flushed with the exertion of their loving, his blue
eyes bright with sated pleasure that only his ministrations could
produce. As he drifted into reverie, Erestor was overcome with the
feeling of joy beyond measure in knowing that this was his
Glorfindel, his lover, his soul mate.
**************************
True to his word, the visit to Elrond's study had been very brief,
lasting only long enough for Erestor to collect a few documents and
to bid his lord a pleasurable evening as they parted company. Elrond
felt his heart begin to race as he envisaged the kinds of pleasures
he intended to indulge in once he was alone with his lover, and so
chose to ignore the smirk and the knowing wink that accompanied his
advisor's words.
Expecting Thranduil to arrive at any minute, and with his mind set
on seduction, Elrond discarded his clothes, making sure to remove
the phial from the pocket of his heavy outer robes and place it on
the bedside table in easy reach. He extinguished all but a few
candles so that the chamber was now dimly lit with a soft glow of
pale yellow light and then lay atop the bedcovers with his knees
bent and his legs spread wide and his back propped up against the
pillows so that he could see the look on Thranduil's face when he
entered the chamber to find his lover in such a deliberately wanton
pose.
He poured some oil onto his hands then moved them across his naked
body, leaving a light covering of slickness that glistened in the
subdued light. A whimper of need escaped his lips as he dribbled a
thin stream of oil onto his rapidly hardening cock, and with slow,
deliberate strokes, coated it fully before reaching beneath his
tight sac to tease the muscle around his small opening into
relaxing. Moaning at his own pleasuring, and still stroking his now
fully erect cock, he inserted one finger into the tightness, his
body arching with pleasure at the sensation. Soon a second and then
a third followed and he was still thrusting against the welcome
intrusion when he heard a knock at the door.
"Enter!" He called breathlessly, ceasing his ministrations so that
he could watch Thranduil's reaction. He was not disappointed. The
sharp intake of breath, and the weakening in the knees that forced
the king to lean heavily against the closed door, spoke eloquently
of his body's response to the delicious offering spread before him.
Unable to speak for his mouth had gone dry, Thranduil caressed the
glistening body with eyes that were blazing with lusty fire and,
finding strength in his desire, he quickly removed his clothes and
with a feral growl, straddled his well prepared lover.
"Will you not finish what I have started, my love? I see that you
want to, and I am more than ready," Elrond teased in a low, husky
whisper as he reached down to take both steel hard shafts in his
hand, rubbing them together so that Thranduil's cock was soon slick
with oil and the clear fluid that leaked from them both. The king
needed no further persuasion and while devouring Elrond's lips in an
ardent kiss, with well practiced aim he moved his body to place the
weeping head of his aching member at the welcoming entrance.
"You. are. shameless!" Thranduil grunted as he thrust deeply and
fully into the moist warmth that awaited his touch alone.
"Aye, and you are not moving hard or fast enough," Elrond replied,
his eyes black with want as wrapped his legs around his lover's
waist pulling him even deeper within and allowing his own erection
to occasionally rub against the well toned muscles of the warrior
king's stomach in a maddeningly teasing manner.
Spurred on by his lover's needy moans and whimpers, Thranduil
pounded relentlessly into the body writhing in pleasure beneath him,
slowly pulling his length back until the head felt the slight
pressure of the muscled ring, before plunging back into the depths
with as much power as his hips could provide, each thrust hitting
the spot that overwhelmed his needy lover with ecstasy.
Their lips remained locked in kisses that were at times simply a
ravishing duel of tongues, deep and passionate, whilst others were
tender touches as incoherent words of love were whispered against
the bruised softness. Thranduil felt his lover's inner muscles
clenching as he neared his release, and mindful of Erestor's
warning, he covered Elrond's mouth with his own and stifled their
screams of passion as his lover's hot, creamy seed covered their
bodies in the same heartbeat that his own filled the passage within.
Fully sated and exhausted, Thranduil collapsed onto the chest that
was rising and falling rapidly beneath his own and sighed with
contentment as strong arms enfolded him in a loving embrace.
"That was truly incredible," he said as he made to ease his limp
cock from his lover's body, stopping when he felt a warm hand grab
his behind and pull his hips close.
"I have not finished with you yet, we have centuries to make up
for," Elrond whispered into his lover's ear licking the sensitive
tip until Thranduil began to writhe in pleasure.
"Aye, that we do, and I will take you hard and fast whenever you
want, but now let me make sweet love to you, " he whispered, his
eyes filled with all the love in his heart as he gazed into his
beloved's and then reached up to claim his lips. The kiss was a
long, languorous expression of their love as were the slow movements
of Thranduil's hips as he caressed Elrond from inside with his
hardening cock, the gentle brushes against his prostrate inflaming
his need just as the hard thrusts had done.
"Ah.that feels so good. so beautiful.just like you." Elrond moaned
softly as he moved in complete harmony with his lover, his hands
tenderly playing across the naked skin, sensuously rediscovering
every sensitive spot on his lover's body until his fingers reached
nipples that were rock hard. Thranduil drew in a sharp breath and
arched against the touch that sent tingles of sensation directly to
his groin. As the pleasure mounted, the pace of their loving
increased until finally they were engulfed in the exquisite
sensation of ecstasy shared both with the body and the soul and they
climaxed together, tears of joy in their eyes and soft whispers
of `I love you, I love you," on their lips.
***************
Delighting in the hushed gasps of surprise from those they knew
would have wagered a month's pay on the improbability of seeing the
seneschal and the advisor at the morning meal, Glorfindel and
Erestor made their way to their places at the table and proceeded to
partake of the excellent fare. With a wicked smile, Erestor heaped a
selection of Glorfindel's favourite foods onto his plate, and then
did likewise to his own plate.
"A good healthy meal will restore some of the energy we spent
yesterday, my love," he explained speaking loud enough for all those
interested to hear, and smiling adoringly at the glitter of
amusement in the seneschal's eyes at the titters of laughter
Erestor's words elicited from the onlookers.
"Indeed it will, but there is more than one kind of food, my sweet
Erestor," he replied raising one of the advisor's elegant hands to
his lips so that he could suck on his fingers in a deliberate
prelude to seduction. Eretor was more than willing to play along
with the overt flirting, knowing such displays were often viewed
with envy by those who would willingly offer their favours to his
handsome Glorfindel, had he been available.
"Aye, and one I know you want to taste fully but you will be
occupied with Thranduil all morning. Meet me for the noon meal and I
will try to satiate your appetite," Erestor replied, offering a kiss
that was full of love and promise as he withdrew his hand and
continued eating his meal. Another round of hushed whispers spread
around the hall, and he quickly realised they were not directed at
the playful lovers, but at the arrival of Elrond and Thranduil.
After the gathering of warriors and their leaders from both realms
in the Hall of Fire, and Elrond's departure to discuss business with
Erestor the night before, it was widely accepted that their lord and
the king were friends of old, and Elrond was merely extending the
courtesy of a host towards an honoured guest, yet there were still a
few, namely those who had been wandering in the gardens after the
banquet, who believed there was more than friendship between them.
"Good morning, you two, I trust you slept well?" Elrond asked,
feigning innocence that did not deceive Erestor and Glorfindel.
"Eventually," Glorfindel replied with a smirk. Elrond rolled his
eyes at the innuendo but made no comment
"Are you well rested, Thranduil?" Erestor asked with the same mock
innocence that Elrond had voiced.
"Aye, very well rested," Thranduil replied with an enigmatic smile
at his unspoken thought. "And very well loved also."
"Excellent, then as soon as you have eaten we will make our way to
the training grounds. Although I believe your archers will best
mine, I fear your swordsmen will not fare so well," Glorfindel said.
As expected, a few too many cups of wine and the ever present
friendly rivalry had resulted in several challenges being issued
between the wood elves and his warriors. He and Thranduil were to be
the adjudicators.
"Would you and Erestor care to join us? Perhaps I might even
convince Glorfindel to spar a round or two with me," Thranduil said
looking first to Elrond who shook his head.
"I would certainly like to but I am afraid that Erestor and I have
work to do," Elrond replied apologetically, with a secret smile for
his lover who nodded his understanding.
He and Thranduil had often sparred in the practice arena whilst they
were preparing for battle at Dagorlad, but it was dangerous for the
lovers and their secret who, when faced with half naked bodies
glistening with sweat and flushed from the exertion of swordplay,
soon found themselves very aroused and wishing for a private glade
and swordplay of an entirely lustful kind.
"What say you, Glorfindel?" Thranduil asked his fellow warrior.
"I would be honoured to cross swords with you in mock battle," he
replied sincerely.
*******************
Erestor and Elrond left the warriors to their games and made their
way to Elrond's office.
"I am going to make sure the guest chambers are satisfactorily
prepared for Celeborn and Galadriel. Is there anything you would
like me to do for you?" Erestor asked Elrond who frowned in
confusion.
"Nay. All is in order and we have no outstanding correspondence," he
replied thinking it was work towhich his advisor was referring.
"I actually meant in your chamber. any evidence you wish me to
remove before the chamber maids begin their work?"
"Evidence of what?" Elrond asked, still confused but having a vague
idea as to his advisor's intent.
"Of Thranduil having spent the night, of course. Since you have made
no formal announcement I take it your sleeping arrangements are to
be kept secret?" Erestor asked sighing with exasperation.
Elrond rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, his eyes softening
as he recalled waking for the first time in a real bed with his
lover wrapped in his arms. The look of joy and wonder in Thranduil's
eyes as he focussed on his surroundings had warmed his heart and
both had shed a tear for the pure bliss of the tender moment. He did
not think his lover had left anything in his chamber when he
returned to his own to dress for the day.
"Aye, we have not discussed doing so, and even were we to declare
our love, it would have to be to our children first," Elrond replied
thinking aloud.
"Do Galadriel and Celeborn know as Glorfindel believes they do?"
Erestor asked, needing as much information as possible in order to
protect his lord's privacy.
"I am not certain, but he probably knows Galadriel better than
anyone aside from Celeborn, so I suppose it is possible. The subject
has never been mentioned even though Thranduil and I have spent many
a pleasant visit in the Golden Wood over the years after the war,"
Elrond explained.
"I see. Then perhaps we should spend the morning discussing the art
of keeping your love life a secret in Imladris," Erestor said with a
smile of amusement that Elrond returned.
"As you and Glorfindel managed to do for almost a century, as I
recall. Please tell me more, in this I bow to you expertise," he
replied with the barest nod of acknowledgement.
"We begin by closing the door and making sure no one will hear our
conversation," Erestor said peering out into the passageway before
closing and locking the office door.
He then continued to explain the various means he and Glorfindel had
employed to retain their privacy whilst at the same time spending
every possible moment together as lovers.
"No wonder I never discovered your secret, you two are a formidable
combination," Elrond said when Erestor had finished his lesson.
"I like to think so. I may be cunning in my dealings with diplomats
and such, but Glorfindel excels in being devious when it suits,"
Erestor laughed.
"Well your advice is about to be put to the test," Elrond said,
hearing the sound of horses hoofs in the courtyard. "Celeborn and
Galadriel have arrived."
*****************************
Erestor joined Elrond on the balcony and watched with mild amusement
as a small crowd gathered to welcome the new arrivals who were just
now passing through the stone archway that was the gate to Imladris.
"The lord and lady are very popular, it seems," Elrond commented as
more elves found the time to join the gathering.
"Aye and their visits to Imladris almost as rare as Thranduil's, but
I suspect `tis not only paying their respects to Celeborn and
Galadriel that is on the mind of many. The march warden and his
brothers are all more than passing fair," Erestor replied inclining
his head at the numerous pairs of appreciative eyes directed at the
Galadhrim. Elrond laughed and nodded in agreement.
"Your words are wise, as always, but you had best not let Glorfindel
hear them. He is quite possessive," Elrond warned needlessly with an
affectionate clasp on the advisor's shoulder.
"My heart is his. I am his, and he knows it well. As pleasing to the
eye as I find our newest guests to be, their fair features are but a
shadow in the light of the beauty of my golden love," Erestor
replied indignantly defending his honour.
"I meant no offence, but speaking of Glorfindel, it seems the news
of the new arrivals has already reached the training fields," Elrond
said as he caught sight of the seneschal, Thranduil and several of
their warriors entering the courtyard.
The king and Glorfindel were carrying their robes over their arms
and both were in a state of dishevelment with their loose
undershirts clinging to sweat covered chests, their long golden
tresses falling freely about their shoulders. Their eyes glittered
with the exhilaration of a hard fought battle and their faces were
flushed from the exertion of their sparring match.
Lust filled eyes also greeted their arrival, but not only from the
crowd below.
No matter how many times Erestor saw his love return in such a state
from training his warriors, the sight of the barely concealed, if
not naked muscular form always filled his groin with fire and his
body with a need to be taken by the powerful, yet gentle captain of
the guard. Erestor smiled knowingly at his friend who was obviously
experiencing a similar longing for Thranduil.
"He is so beautiful, I want nothing more than to run down there and
take him in my arms and shower him with kisses whilst running my
hands over his irresistible body," Elrond whispered as he stared at
his lover, his desire evident in his husky voice.
"I am sure he would appreciate such a response, but it is one best
kept for the privacy of your chambers. For now we should make haste
to the courtyard where Celeborn and Galadriel will be expecting you
to welcome them," Erestor reminded his lord who sighed softly with
resignation as duty called once again and turned him from the
gloriously tempting sight.
"Aye, I should indeed be on hand to greet my guests," Elrond agreed
as he ushered Erestor through the door. They made their way quickly
to the wide staircase that led from the main doors down into the
courtyard, arriving just in time to see Celeborn accepting an
affectionate embrace from his kinsman.
"This is certainly a pleasant surprise Thranduil," he said as he
released the king to allow him to politely kiss Galadriel's hand.
"Indeed, it is long past time you journeyed to Imladris," Galadriel
said, studying the face of the Woodland king intently. "I see in
your eyes that you are well aware that there is much joy to be found
spending time among friends of old," she said enigmatically in a
manner that suggested to Elrond that perhaps she did know of his and
Thranduil's relationship. The startled look that passed quickly
across Erestor's face indicated his astute advisor had caught the
same meaning from the unspoken words.
"Indeed there is," Thranduil agreed with a warm smile, not in the
least intimidated by his kinsman's lovely and powerful wife, nor
perturbed by Galadriel's perceptiveness. He was beginning to think
that it was time he and Elrond declared their love and if Galadriel
chose to do it for them, even unintentionally, then so be it.
Nor was Glorfindel awed by the lady, and aside from Celeborn, the
Balrog slayer was the only Elf in Arda who would dare treat her with
familiarity. He bowed respectfully to Celeborn, then handing his
robe to Erestor, took Galadriel in his arms hugged her close and
placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His actions shocked many in the
crowd, as did Erestor's total disregard for the flirtatious
behaviour of his lover towards another's mate. Few aside from the
advisor were aware of the friendship that had existed between
Glorfindel and Galadriel from their childhood days together.
"Greetings, Galadriel dear, you are looking as lovely as ever. I
hope you are not here to cause any trouble?" Glorfindel teased,
releasing her in favour of wrapping his arm about Erestor's waist
and drawing his bemused lover close.
"I take it Glorfindel has been away on patrol recently," Celeborn
said in an aside to Thranduil as he watched the lovers take a moment
to gaze into each other's eyes. Silvery laughter echoed throughout
the courtyard, and the king nodded.
"I am here for the midsummer celebrations, whatever they may be,
Glorfindel," Galadriel stated when the seneschal returned his
attention to her.
Elrond was certain he saw a hint of the same gleam of mischief in
her eyes that he often saw in Glorfindel's and he exchanged a wary
glance with Thranduil who shrugged his shoulders slightly and
offered a reassuring smile, believing their secret was still safe
from all.
"Welcome to Imladris, my lord and lady," Elrond said, as he stepped
forward and placed his hand on his heart in formal greeting.
"Ai, Elrond it is far too long since we last saw you and I am
pleased to see you looking so relaxed for a change," Celeborn
replied, returning the gesture with a smile of genuine affection for
the lord of Imladris.
"Probably because he has not had to deal with the mischief and the
petty squabbles of his children for the last few weeks," Glorfindel
commented to no one in particular, causing the elves nearby to
chuckle and nod their heads in agreement. Imladris certainly seemed
a more peaceful place when Elladan and Elrohir were elsewhere.
"Where are my grandchildren?" Galadriel demanded, looking around
expectantly for her daughter's children, all of whom she adored.
"Arwen chose to accept Legolas's invitation to celebrate the season
in Greenwood, so naturally her brothers accompanied her," Thranduil
said, seeing no need to mention that it had originally been his
idea. On reflection was perhaps he had been a little selfish, but he
wanted Elrond all to himself after all the years they had been
separated.
"Is she enamoured of your son?" Celeborn asked curiously. Thranduil
laughed, apparently highly amused at the implication.
"I hope not, I would not wish to see sweet Arwen suffer a broken
heart. Legolas's affections currently reside with the captain of my
guard," the king explained. Noting that Elrond's eyebrow rose in
surprise, Thranduil suddenly realised that there was much news they
had yet to exchange and he decided to rectify the situation as soon
as possible.
"Nay `tis not a wish to pursue Legolas, but the desire to
participate in the woodland festivities that our dear Erestor
described in much detail on his return from Thranduil's court
several decades ago, that has captured her interest," Elrond
elaborated, wondering if Erestor's recent recounting of the joys of
merrymaking beneath the trees had been a deliberate attempt to sway
Arwen's acceptance. After all, the advisor was privy to any
correspondence in Imladris.
"And naturally it fell to Elladan and Elrohir to see to their
sister's safe journey. I would expect nothing less from such skilled
and courageous warriors as my grandsons," Celeborn stated, his pride
in the brethren he loved dearly apparent for all to see.
"Speaking of journeys, I found ours long and tiring and would be
glad to take a brief rest before dinner," Galadriel said.
"Elrond, would you kindly show our honoured guest to their chamber?
I would perform the pleasant duty myself, my lord, but there is a
small matter of finding suitable accommodation for our extra guests
that I need to address," Erestor explained with a hint of
exasperation at having to alter his well considered plans. "Haldir,
Glorfindel's second will see to the needs of your guards, and show
you to the stables, and when you have completed your tasks, ask him
to send word and someone will come and direct you and your brothers
to your chambers," the advisor added indicating that the Galadhrim
should follow the waiting elf.
"Very well." the march warden said, taking his leave with a polite
bow.
Elrond nodded his agreement also and watched with no little envy as
Erestor took Glorfindel's hand and lead him inside. He had no doubt
that Erestor did indeed need to alter the chamber allocations, but
his advisor was so efficient that the task would not take long.
Tending to Glorfindel's needs would keep them both busy for the rest
of the afternoon
"I hope they remember to lock the doors," a soft voice whispered
close to his ear, the warm breath of his lover sending tingles down
his spine. Elrond wanted nothing more than to lean against the one
standing a little too close behind him, and he reluctantly stepped
away before his need betrayed him.
"If you will excuse me, Celeborn, Galadriel, I think I should retire
and make myself more presentable before the noon meal," Thranduil
said taking pity on his lover and indicating his poor state of dress
with a tilt of his head and a wry grin.
"As should we, my dear Galadriel. If you would be so kind, Elrond?"
Celeborn asked, indicating they were ready to be shown to their
chambers.
*************
Thranduil opened the door to his chambers and sighed with
exasperation as he was greeted by the sight of Erestor and
Glorfindel involved in a passionate embrace. Clearing his throat
noisily did not have the required effect of gaining their attention
so he walked over to the couple and tapped Glorfindel on the
shoulder.
"Have you two nowhere else to go?" he asked loudly. Glorfindel
slowly removed his tongue from his lover's mouth and reluctantly
ended their kiss.
"Of course we do, but my beloved and wily Erestor has something in
mind to further assist you and Elrond to enjoy each other's
company," Glorfindel explained.
"Aye, we have more guests than I anticipated and so I have need of
this chamber for Haldir, whose chamber I am having prepared for his
brothers, neither of whom I was expecting," Erestor said with a hint
of displeasure at Celeborn's act of whimsy that had suddenly
included Rumil and Orophin amongst his guards.
"As much as I want to, I can not move into Elrond's chambers,"
Thranduil replied with alarm, mistakenly thinking that was Erestor's
intent.
"Nay, of course you can not, that would be most unwise. If you wish,
you can do me a great service by agreeing to move into my old
chambers. They are the only ones that are not in use, and by some
fortuitous circumstance, my chamber is but two doors away from
Elrond's, and in the part of the house currently unoccupied in the
young ones' absence. Our chambers are at the other end of the
passageway so you can be assured of your privacy should you feel
the need for a midnight `walk' to help you sleep," Erestor explained
with a meaningful wink at Glorfindel that also caught Thranduil's
eye and he laughed merrily.
"I am assuming it was not so much the `walk', but what occurred when
you reached your destination that helped you to sleep," he teased.
"Aye, and if you are planning on an evening stroll, I warn you that
our lord is not aware of this arrangement as yet," Glorfindel said
nonchalantly, assuming that the surprise of finding his lover
sneaking into his bedchamber in the dark of night would only serve
to enhance the pleasure of Elrond's response as it had done on many
occasions for both he and Erestor. Judging by the slight flush that
rose in Thranduil's cheeks, the king thought so too.
"Elrond warned me that you two were incorrigible and I now see why.
I will be pleased to assist you efforts in housing all your guests,
Erestor," he replied with a mock bow, his mind already formulating a
seduction to match the one he had been the more than willing victim
of the night before.
"Many thanks. I have already asked one of the maids to air the
chamber and freshen the linens and Glorfindel will help you move
your belongings while I attend to a few matters in the kitchen,"
Erestor said, ignoring the amused smiles of the two warriors he was
so casually ordering around.
Although Erestor's chambers sported a much better view than
Glorfindel's, the decision to make the seneschal's their home was
swayed by the presence of indecently large pool that had been built
into the floor of Glorfindel's bathing chamber. Preparing enough
warm water to fill it took some time, but the effort was well worth
it, or so both the seneschal and advisor believed.
Erestor had been accosted by various elves needing his advice or
decisions regarding the ongoing preparations and by the time he
arrived at their chambers, he was delighted to learn from one of the
maids who assisted in preparing the hit water that his lover was
already there, preparing to bathe.
As he entered the chamber. Erestor almost dropped the tray he was
carrying when Glorfindel chose that particular moment to bend over
and remove his leggings giving the advisor a most welcome view of
firm globes spreading to reveal the small opening that was the
source of much pleasure. Hearing his lover's sharply indrawn breath,
Glorfindel remained as he was and looked seductively over his
shoulder.
"Do you see something you want?" he asked, wriggling his behind in
wanton invitation.
Erestor none too steadily put the tray down, his shaking hands
causing the plates and cups to rattle. Glorfindel laughed and
continued removing his leggings, making sure Erestor had a full view
of his slowly growing erection.
"Every time I look at you," Erestor replied with a growl as he
carelessly pulled his clothes off and advanced slowly on his lover,
rubbing his hands over the soft skin of Glorfindel's behind when he
reached him. Glorfindel pushed back into the gentle caress and
groaned loudly when Erestor knelt down to slowly lick his way from
the sacs that hung beneath to the opening itself. Enjoying the
sounds of the increasingly needy moans, he continued to tease his
lover by playing his tongue around the outside for a few moments,
and then withdrew the touch completely.
"Ai, do not stop!" Glorfindel begged, his cries silenced when
Erestor turned him around and claimed his lips in a fervent kiss.
There was no denying the need and longing as Erestor's tongue
plundered his lover's mouth causing both their cocks to rise quickly
to full hardness. Panting breathlessly when they finally parted,
Erestor grinned wickedly and made a great show of sniffing the air.
"Ai, I smell the delicate scent of your favourite bath herbs, and I
think it would be a pity to allow the warm water to go to waste."
Erestor whispered as he moved out of Glorfindel's arms and held out
his hand. "Would you like me to wash your hair for you?"
It was a request spoken in such a sultry manner that the seneschal
was powerless to refuse and he willingly followed his lover into the
bathing chamber.
Glorfindel sighed deeply as he settled between Erestor's legs with
his back relaxed against his lover's chest, the thin layer of warm
water that lay between them making his skin even softer and slicker
to the touch that was both gentle and incredibly arousing at the
same time. The slight hardness against his behind informed
Glorfindel of exactly what was son Erestor's mind. If his
irresistible lover wanted to seduce him then the seneschal saw no
reason to disappoint the dark beauty he loved more than life itself.
Erestor began his assault with a delicate finger tracing around the
very sensitive tip of his lover's ear; following the touch with the
barest touch of soft lips that continued on, brushing across the
half closed eyelids and down the cheeks until finally coming to rest
in the smooth curve of Glorfindel's neck. The seneschal moved his
head to one side to allow Erestor better access to the sensitive
spot and was rewarded with the delicious sucking sensation as the
warm mouth marked him as his own and a moist tongue now replaced the
fingers, licking and tasting the droplets of water that pooled in
the hollow of Glorfindel's throat.
"I thought you were going to wash my hair," he panted as a
particularly strong wave of pleasure engulfed him in response to
having his nipples twisted and squeezed.
"Aye, I will but first I want to worship to your gorgeous body with
only my hands and lips. I want to make love to you with my words,"
Erestor whispered, his voice becoming husky with his own need which
he was doing his best to ignore, at least for the moment. Glorfindel
turned in his lover's arms, and captured his lips in a sweetly
loving kiss. He moaned when he felt Erestor's hands slowly moving up
and down his back, each time drawing a little nearer to the cleft
between the firm buttocks.
Glorfindel panted expectantly as the next stroke should have found
its way in between his shapely cheeks, but his moans soon turned to
whimpers when the wandering hands chose to move over the taut
stomach instead. As the welcome touch moved lower, Glorfindel bucked
his hips, trying to push his fully engorged cock into the palm of
his lover's hand, but to no avail. Erestor was in the mood for
teasing it seemed as he caressed the moving hips before turning his
attention to the muscular thighs. He ran his fingernails along the
insides of the legs that were now wantonly parted, carefully
avoiding touching the part of his lover's body that was the source
of his greatest pleasure.
"You are a wicked elf, Erestor. Stroke me to my release or by the
Valar I will do it myself," Glorfindel demanded his growing
frustration evident in his growl.
"With my hand or my mouth? Or perhaps you would prefer to plunge
that mithril hard shaft deep within me. I long to feel you moving
inside me, at first with a slow, erotic caress as you rub against my
pleasure spot. Then my body will respond by clenching tighter around
your hardness and it will be my turn to thrust against the delicious
instrument of my impalement, pushing you as far inside me as
possible until you can go no deeper.
"Erestor…please…," Glorfindel begged needfully as he reached for his
aching cock only to have his hands captured in his lover's.
"Please you…of course I will... I can refuse you nothing, my
adorable wanton one," Erestor replied, moving to straddle his
lover's legs as he guided one of Glorfindel's hands to his own
straining erection.
"Set the pace with your hand, my love," Erestor said as with one
swift movement he impaled himself on the weeping shaft. Glorfindel
cried out in his ecstasy and began to pump Erestor's cock, writhing
wildly as his lover moved up and down bringing him ever closer to
orgasm.
"Fill me with your sweet seed," Erestor begged as he felt his climax
wash over him in rapturous waves. "Come with me... Glorfindel!"
"Ai, Erestor!" Glorfindel screamed as he felt the hot, sticky fluid
cover his stomach in the same instant his body shuddered its own
violent release. He continued to thrust erratically until he had
filled Erestor with every last drop of his seed, then collapsed back
against the side of the bathing pool, holding Erestor's exhausted
body close.
They lay still and silent, enveloped in the languorous aftermath of
their loving and almost drifted into a sated reverie when the sound
of the bell announcing the noon meal filtered in through the balcony
doors.
"With Celeborn and Galadriel as guests, Elrond will not be impressed
if we are late," Glorfindel said as he reluctantly moved Erestor
aside and stepped out of the bath.
"We need not rush, Galadriel told me to inform you that they are not
expecting us to join them before the evening meal," Erestor replied
moving to enfold Glorfindel in his arms and take his lips in a
fiercely passionate kiss.
"Then it is as well you brought us some sustenance to replenish the
energy we will likely spend this afternoon," Glorfindel murmured
against his lover's hair.
*****************************
Thranduil did not return to his chamber immediately but sought out
Perion, his Steward and friend of many centuries, and informed him
of the change to his accommodation, as was only proper. He
laughingly commented that he would not wish his warriors to unduly
bother Haldir by mistake, but his smile turned to a knowing grin
when Perion blushed furiously at the mention of the Galadhel's name.
"Am I to understand from your discomfort that the fair march warden
has caught your eye or perhaps it is another part of your body that
is interested in him?" he teased, clapping his old friend
encouragingly on the shoulder.
"We have merely arranged a meeting to discuss battle strategy,
Sire," Perion replied haughtily, the gleam in his eye belying his
pretended offence.
"But I wonder whether you mean to speak of battles in the field or
those between the sheets? Fear not, you do not have to answer such
impertinence, even from your king. Your private life is none of my
business," Thranduil assured his most trusted friend with a
mischievous wink to assure him he spoke only in jest.
"Thank you, Sire," Perion replied with a respectful bow. "However,
if I may be so bold, some of those cuts you received at Glorfindel's
hand need tending, perhaps you should visit the Healing Halls. I am
certain Lord Elrond will see to your wounds," the Steward replied
with a smirk.
He was one of the few elves who had heard the arguments about
Elrond's unsuitability as a partner that had occurred between
Thranduil and Oropher at Dagorlad and had firmly believed that his
late King was wrong, although he never voiced his opinion. However,
that was long ago and since arriving in Imladris, Perion had begun
to suspect that something still remained between the former lovers
and, determined to see his king happy, saw no reason not to attempt
a little matchmaking.
Thranduil was not fooled for a moment. He understood his friend's
true intent, and was grateful for his concern. He was also more than
willing to let Perion think his little plan was working.
"Aye, I think I will, I believe Elrond's chambers are near mine, so
I will call on him there," he said trying not to smile at the
satisfied look on his Steward's face. Thranduil laughed inwardly as
he easily imagined the astonishment an admission of his long
standing relationship with Elrond would cause not only Perion, but
everyone else as well.
Elrond opened his door and seeing several small bloodstains on
Thranduil's shirt, ushered him inside, his concern apparent in his
eyes.
"Take your shirt off please, and lie on the bed," Elrond instructed
his lover, who for the moment was merely his patient.
"Gladly, and my leggings as well?" Thranduil offered hopefully.
Elrond rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Not unless Glorfindel was extremely careless with his aim. Did he
suffer any injuries, by the way?" Elrond asked as he dampened a soft
cloth in a bowl of herbal water and began to wash the dried blood
from around the small cuts that except for one or two were already
beginning to heal.
"A few minor ones that no doubt Erestor will tend. You have a very
light touch compared to my healer," Thranduil said as he relaxed
back against the pillows and allowed Elrond to work.
"Have you been injured often?" the lover, not the healer asked as he
moved to take Thranduil in his arms.
"Nay, just once when Legolas was but a child. I broke my arm when my
sweet son accidentally pushed me out of the tree we were climbing,"
Thranduil said. "And if you repeat that to Celeborn or Glorfindel, I
will be forced to mention the time I had to remove the thorns from
your delectable behind. You do recall that night, I trust?" he asked
as an afterthought. Elrond's laughing reply was quickly silenced by
a lingering kiss.
"How could I forget such a night of wild passion beneath the
mellryn? We were so lost in the moment that we did not notice the
wild rose bushes until you rolled me into them," Elrond said wincing
as he remembered the many sharp thorns that Thranduil had to remove
and how difficult it was to explain to Celeborn and Galadriel his
unwillingness to sit at the meal table for several days.
"Aye, but do you also recall what I did to help you heal more
quickly," Thranduil asked his voice now husky and his eyes darkening
with remembered lust.
"Kissing and licking the bruises better until I came without even
being touched by your hand had no medicinal value," Elrond said with
mock disdain, indicating he did indeed remember.
"I beg to differ. My kind of healing certainly took your mind off
the pain without need for one of your detestable potions. Care to do
the same for me? These cuts are small but they do sting a little,"
Thranduil said as he suggestively traced a finger around the one
that was near his already hardened nipple.
He was utterly irresistible in his desire and Elrond answered by
walking over to lock the door, quickly disrobing before joining his
lover on the bed. Within minute he had Thranduil writhing beneath
the onslaught of tongue and lips, finally calling Elrond's name as
he came hard and fast just as the bell signalled it was time for the
noon meal.
"We are both expected to join my guests," Elrond said as he stole
another kiss before reluctantly standing up and covering his
erection with his formal robes.
"Aye, but there is always tonight and I am now only two doors away,"
Thranduil informed his lover as he donned his shirt but did not
bother with the ties.
"In Erestor's old chambers?" Elrond asked, knowing instinctively
that his advisor was behind the move and feeling grateful for his
friend's support. Thranduil nodded.
"He is exceedingly cunning, is he not?" The king asked as he took
Elrond's hand and tenderly kissed his lover's fingers.
"Aye, and it occurred to me earlier that he might have been
instrumental in ensuring my children spent midsummer with Legolas,"
Elrond said as he followed Thranduil to his chambers, deciding to
wait and escort his other honoured guest to the dining hall once he
was suitably attired.
"We both were, but for different reasons. I wanted you to myself,
but he was not aware of our relationship at the time. He thought it
would be beneficial for our children to become better acquainted and
that they might enjoy a little `unsupervised fun', as Glorfindel put
it," Thranduil said.
"Ai, now that you mention it I do recall him speaking about this
several weeks ago, when I was busy dealing with the Dwarves," Elrond
replied, wondering whether his poor memory of that day was due to
the after effects of the many tankards of strong Dwarvish ale he had
shared with his friends from Erebor.
*****************
Glorfindel awoke from his light reverie to the delicious sensation
of his naked chest being showered with soft kisses and his cock
ready and willing to partake of his lover's inner charms. He
captured Erestor in his arms and ground their hips together, leaving
no mistake in the advisor's mind as to his intentions. To
Glorfindel's surprise, his lover kissed him soundly then twisted
free of his grasp.
"Where are you going?" Glorfindel asked, his eyes burning with
unsated passion as he watched Erestor dress.
"My dear Glorfindel, we have been asleep for several hours and as
much as I would like to be ravished by you, it is well past time I
made my way to Elrond's private cellar to select the wine for this
evening's banquet," Erestor said as he handed his lover his clothes,
indicating Glorfindel should dress as well.
"Elrond's cellar you say?" the seneschal asked with genuine
interest, but in the voice his lover knew boded mischief.
"Aye, you know the place. `Tis where the best and rarest vintages
are stored under lock and key, inaccessible to nearly everyone
except those with access to one of the only two in Imladris," the
advisor said with obvious sarcasm.
"I swear I did not seduce you last week merely so that I could steal
the key," Glorfindel said sweetly. "I actually have no need to, that
lock is easy to open when one knows how."
"Aye and you should thank the Valar that I do not report the missing
bottles to Elrond."
"You would have done had I not shared the wine with you, but you
accuse me unfairly. I only `borrowed' the one we drank on our
anniversary. You should look to the brethren for the real culprits,"
Glorfindel said as he allowed Erestor to brush his hair and braid it
as he pleased.
"I know, but rest assured so does Elrond. He overlooks your little
indiscretions because he is fond of us both, but he will no doubt
speak to Elladan and Elrohir next time a bottle or two goes
missing," Erestor said as he moved the golden silk to one side and
nuzzled his lover's neck
Glorfindel sighed with longing, and then brightened as an idea came
to mind. The cellar was well away from prying eyes and ears, and
filled with excellent wine. What better place to indulge in a little
afternoon delight with his lover.
Erestor paid little heed to whatever it was that Glorfindel was
doing in the next row as he finished making his selections. He had
just placed the last bottle of wine in the small cart when he was
grabbed from behind and bent over the nearest vat. His robes were
lifted around his waist and his leggings pulled down by eager hands,
the roughness and the speed of the surprise attack causing him to
become instantly hard.
"In a playful mood, are we lover?" he asked as he looked over his
shoulder into the eyes of his totally naked Balrog slayer that were
almost as black as midnight in the darkness of the cellar.
"Aye," came the lusty reply and Erestor shuddered as a cool liquid
was dribbled across the small of his back, rivulets running slowly
into the cleft in his behind and across the small opening.
The coldness turned quickly to erotic warmth as he felt Glorfindel's
moist tongue lapping the wine from his skin. When he reached the
hole that was still partially relaxed from their earlier lovemaking,
Glorfindel held his tongue against it and poured a little wine into
the opening, licking and sucking it dry before adding some more and
doing the same again. Erestor was almost undone by the thought of
his lover using him as a cup in this fashion, and he moaned needily
for a more forceful penetration.
"Ai, Glorfindel… you are driving me wild… take me…now!" he demanded
breathlessly, never before having been so aroused by his lover's
tongue.
"As you wish, but first a kiss," he replied, taking a swig from the
bottle and slowly filling his lover's mouth with the sweet wine and
his demanding tongue.
"Mmm... "was all Erestor managed to moan as the passion in
Glorfindel's kiss sent him to excruciatingly pleasant heights. When
he felt the familiar touch of the head of his lover's cock begin to
push against the ring of muscle, he cried out and pushed himself
back as hard as he could, impaling himself and sheathing Glorfindel
to the hilt.
"Ai, Erestor!" the seneschal growled in response to the exquisite
sensation of being forcibly taken inside the tight passage.
"Move, Glorfindel!" Erestor demanded as he rotted his hips slightly
the better to allow his prostrate to be stimulated with every thrust
from Glorfindel's powerful hips.
The seneschal grunted his pleasure with each stroke, holding
Erestor's hips tightly so that he could push deeper and harder as he
rode his lover to an intense and satisfying climax. Even before the
delicious aftershocks had finished coursing through his body,
Glorfindel turned Erestor around and emptied the last of the wine
over his lover's needy cock before taking him in his mouth and
sucking him dry. Erestor's screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the
underground chamber he collapsed into a heap on the floor, his legs
too weak to bear his weight.
Glorfindel sat beside his lover and held him close as they shared a
long, slow kiss while they waited for their ardour to cool and their
hearts to settle to a more normal pace.
"I love you, Glorfindel," Erestor whispered into his lover's ear
when the kiss finally ended.
"I love you, my dark beauty," Glorfindel replied, suddenly
stiffening as his ears caught a muffled sound nearby.
"I though you said we would be alone, that no one comes down here?"
Thranduil's amused voice whispered from outside the door. There was
silence for a moment followed by the soft sigh of lovers ending a
tender kiss.
"No one except Erestor and Glorfindel, apparently," Elrond snickered
in reply, his words fading as two pairs of footsteps disappeared
back up the stairs.
*****************************
"Did you hear that? Someone is outside the cellar," Glorfindel said
as he stared at the closed door as if he was able to see through the
solid wood.
"Aye, I heard voices. Elrond was one of them I believe, so no doubt
Thranduil was the other, but they are no longer there," Erestor
replied showing neither concern nor embarrassment as he snuggled a
little closer against his lover's chest and placed a hand over the
still rapidly beating heart. Glorfindel smiled lovingly at the sigh
of contentment that passed the sweet lips.
"I take it you are well pleased, my love?" he asked, deciding also
that the intruders on their privacy were of little consequence.
"As always my passionate one, but how am I expected to perform my
duties after having been ravished so thoroughly?"
"I assure you, you perform most satisfactorily at all times,
beloved," Glorfindel replied cheekily, earning a playful slap on the
arm.
"You are a wicked elf, Glorfindel!"
"Aye and that is one of the many things you love about me," he
replied as he placed a finger under Erestor's chin and tilted his
head upwards so that he could gaze into the darkened depths of his
lover's eyes.
"I love everything about you," Erestor whispered as he moved to
accept the slow, sensual affirmation of love that the joining of
lips and tongues proclaimed. Their passion spent for the moment,
they simply allowed themselves to become lost in the song their
hearts sang until with soft sighs, the kiss ended.
"Shall we finish collecting the wine?" Glorfindel asked as he stood
and offered a hand to Erestor who accepted the assistance with an
affectionate smile.
"Aye, but I doubt I have the strength to carry too many bottles back
to the kitchen," he said as he began to dress.
"Then by all means conserve your strength for later and take only a
few now. We can always come and fetch more if necessary," Glorfindel
said with a suggestive wink.
"You are insatiable!" Erestor declared his eyes glittering with
mirth as a thought occurred. "Perhaps we should send Elrond and
Thranduil to collect the rest."
"And you, my cunning advisor, are irresistible. Aye, that is an
excellent idea," Glorfindel agreed as he kissed Erestor's cheek and
handed him the bottles they had already selected.
Despite his slightly dishevelled appearance and ignoring the smirks
and whispers of those who easily guessed that the cellar had other
uses than the storing of wine, Erestor maintained his dignity as he
handed the wine over to the maid responsible for serving the drinks.
After a brief discussion with the head cook, he sought Glorfindel,
easily finding his lover by following the merry laughter that
accompanied something one of the serving maids had told the
seneschal.
"What is so amusing?" Erestor asked, gasping with surprise and more
than a little concern when Glorfindel told him the latest gossip.
**************
Thranduil stopped in the shadow of the partially open door at the
top of the stairs leading to the cellar and turned a speculative eye
on Elrond.
"Do those two never tire of taking each other?" he said shaking his
head with bemusement at the insatiable sexual appetites of the
seneschal and the advisor.
"They do seem to be intent on indulging in a physical display of
their affection for one another more often than usual these last few
days, perhaps `tis just the festive season that heightens their
desires," Elrond suggested with a shrug. "Or perhaps it is simply
that after almost a century of secrecy, they have no qualms about
expressing their love openly now that everyone knows the nature of
their relationship."
"Aye, that makes much sense to me for I would be inclined to behave
in the same manner were the truth in my heart to be revealed,"
Thranduil admitted with a wistful grin.
"I would hope for a little more restraint, at least in public, from
a visiting king, than that shown by my advisors at times," Elrond
replied with laughter in his eyes and his voice.
Thranduil raised an eyebrow in query so Elrond decided to relate one
of the more memorable instances of lusty behaviour.
"I recall one council meeting that was severely disrupted when
Glorfindel took Erestor in hand underneath the table. My advisor
restrained his climax remarkably well, and our visitors would not
have noticed anything amiss had not Erestor then proceeded to return
the favour. Glorfindel has very little self control in the throes
passion, as we all discovered." Thranduil laughed heartily at the
look of disgust warring with amusement on his lover's face.
"I suppose that ravishing the lord of Imladris at every
opportunity, enjoyable though we would both find it to be, is not a
particularly accepted approach to diplomatic relations. But tell me,
my love, was it really your wine collection you wished to show me,
or did you have something similar to Glorfindel's and Erestor's use
of the cellar in mind?" he asked in a sultry voice, raising one
eyebrow in a suggestive manner.
"The wine, of course. If seduction had been my intent we would not
have left your chamber, and you would be writhing in pleasure
beneath me at this very moment," Elrond replied in a low seductive
whisper. He moved closer to Thranduil so that their bodies were
touching as he brushed a finger over the sensitive tip of his
lover's ear before drawing him into a tight embrace and kissing him
soundly. When the sweet moment ended, he freed himself from his
beloved's arms. His growing desire left him reluctant to forgo all
bodily contact entirely, so the lord reached down to entwine his
lover's fingers in his own.
"Come, this is not the place to speak of, or act on matters of the
heart," Elrond said, his eyes darkening with a need to be alone with
his lover.
"Where are we going? Somewhere private, I hope?" Thranduil asked as
the tingling in his groin became a slightly noticeable bulge.
"There is much to see in Imladris besides my wine cellar, and the
place I have in mind is both beautiful and a sanctuary of sorts,"
Elrond replied mysteriously as he lead Thranduil along the
passageway that passed by the main kitchen and out into the
courtyard, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their hands were
still joined. Neither noticed the curious stares and knowing looks
that marked their progress.
The location of Elrond's secluded little part of Imladris was no
secret, but it was widely accepted as the lord's sanctuary, a place
of privacy that none disturbed. Following an unseen path through the
woods beyond the gateway, they soon came to a small glade circled by
trees whose leafy branches mingled together high above their heads
forming a canopy of various shaded of green that allowed just the
barest hint of sunlight to pass through and cast a dappled glow over
the forest floor.
They had barely passed through the trees that guarded the entrance
when Thranduil halted abruptly and his eyes widened in alarm.
"What is amiss?" Elrond asked as he felt a tug on his hand,
indicating that his lover was now standing still.
"I would be interested to hear how you intend to explain this away,"
the king said with an apologetic grin as he held their still
entwined fingers aloft. Elrond's eyebrows rose in disbelief at the
carelessness they had just displayed and he allowed a small groan of
dismay to pass his lips. "Perhaps no-one saw us," Thranduil added
hopefully.
"Thranduil, love, as much as I wish it were otherwise, I am forced
to admit that the residents of Imladris rarely miss hearing or
seeing anything that might make for good gossip. There will be much
speculation, but no one, aside from Glorfindel when he hears of
this, will dare approach me and enquire as to why we were walking
hand in hand to my glade," Elrond said with confidence, deciding to
dismiss the issue for the moment in favour of taking his lover into
his arms and hungrily claiming his lips.
"I love you," Thranduil whispered as they gazed lovingly into each
other's eyes and Elrond was alarmed to see the brightness of tears
and a hint of sorrow in the king's green orbs. Elrond allowed one
hand to move in comforting circles on Thranduil's back whilst the
other gently guided his head to rest on his shoulder.
"I love you, but why the tears?" he asked as he showered the soft
gold locks with kisses.
"I am suddenly reminded that we have only a brief time to share
before I must return home, and of how lonely I am when we are apart.
I crave your touch, your kisses, and your adoring smile that is mine
alone and part of me envies Glorfindel and Erestor their freedom to
behave as lovers do. I wish it were so for us," he said voicing the
sorrow that ever touched his heart. Elrond sighed sadly and tilted
his lover's chin upwards and offered him the smile that spoke of the
soul deep love they shared.
"I miss you too, more than words can say, but you are with me
always, in my heart, my thoughts and my dreams every night," Elrond
replied tenderly and was rewarded with a lover's smile in return.
"As you are in mine, and this is no dream. Make love to me." The
needy request was whispered with such intense desire that Elrond was
unable to deny his lover.
Soft kisses and whispered words of love were exchanged as, with
deliberate slowness, and savouring the sensation of every delicious
touch of lips, tongues and fingers on bare skin, the lord of
Imladris and the King of Greenwood brought each other to full
arousal.
The sounds of incoherent moans and whimpers of need were muffled by
the rustling of the leaves as the trees stood guard over the lovers.
Saliva slicked fingers carefully prepared the way as the need to
give and receive became more urgent, until with a gentle thrust
their bodies joined, dancing sensually to the sweet music that sang
in their souls.
As two hearts beat ever faster, so did the rhythm of the sheathing
of one silky hardness and the strokes of a firm hand on the other
and the two moved towards a completion that was as intense as it
was beautiful.
Safe in the knowledge that the trees would keep their silence, the
lovers cried each other's names out in their final throes of ecstasy.
**************************
Twilight descended all too soon on the lovers in the glade, and
displaying a little more discretion than earlier as well as some
much needed haste, Elrond and Thranduil returned separately to their
chambers to bathe and dress for the banquet that was to be held in
honour of the guests from Lothlorien.
Satisfied with his appearance, Elrond walked the short distance to
his lover's chamber and entered without knocking, finding Thranduil
seated before a mirror combing the tangles from his still damp hair.
"Let me do that," Elrond offered as he took the comb Thranduil
willingly handed him and expertly ran it through the golden hair
until it shone like spun gold. Looking into the mirror, he smiled at
the pleasure he could see his touch brought his lover as he moved
the soft tresses away from his neck and kissed the tender skin.
"Please.do not stop," Thranduil moaned as he tilted his head to one
side to allow better access.
"The bell announcing the evening meal will toll in a few minutes,
but there will be time for more when we return here later tonight,"
a whisper in his ear promised as the soft lips caressed the
sensitive tip. Elrond turned his attention back to braiding his
lover's hair in the same style he had done after the first time they
had made love.
"Did I ever tell you that Adar thought this manner of braiding
suited me well," Thranduil enquired, sharing a smile with Elrond at
the irony of Oropher unknowingly approving of a symbol of his son's
forbidden love.
"Nay you did not, and all the time we were together at Dagorlad I
thought you wore your hair thus because it pleased me, not your
Adar," Elrond teased, earning himself a long lingering kiss of
apology for his feigned hurt feelings that was interrupted before it
could go further by a knock on the door. Quickly breaking apart, the
two lovers exchanged a worried glance, wondering who the unexpected
visitor might be.
"Enter," Thranduil called warily, smiling with relief when
Glorfindel and Erestor stepped into the chamber.
"Ai, Elrond, we were hoping to find you here as well. I am afraid a
slight problem has arisen," Erestor said coming straight to the
point as was his wont in matters of importance.
"What kind of problem?" Elrond asked, likewise adopting his persona
as the Lord of Imladris.
"A matter of indiscretion on the part of two who claim they wish to
keep their relationship secret," Glorfindel said, looking pointedly
from Elrond to Thranduil. "Apparently several of the kitchen staff
saw you two walking hand in hand into the woods and the current
gossip is, as you can imagine, that you and Thranduil are much more
than just friends," he added with a meaningful wink at his lord.
"I trust you did your best to defend your lord's honour and dispel
these rumours, true though they are?" Elrond enquired knowing that
was exactly what his loyal seneschal would have done.
"Aye, I merely suggested that perhaps it was the way of the elves of
the woodland realms to display friendship in such a manner. This was
accepted by those I spoke to who have also seen Haldir and Perion
walking hand in hand on several occasions," Glorfindel replied.
"I do not think it wise to compare us to the march warden and my
Steward, who have become bed partners, if not lovers," Thranduil
protested.
"Apparently it is not a notion that is readily believed, although
the reason why it could not be so escapes me," Glorfindel replied
with a shrug. The seneschal thought the two were well matched, and
had told Galadriel so when she asked his opinion. The lady was very
protective of those dear to her, and although Haldir was not a
kinsman, she and Celeborn thought of him and his brothers almost as
sons.
"Be that as it may, unless you wish to make an official announcement
at the banquet, I suggest you take extra care in your behaviour
towards one another this evening. All eyes will undoubtedly be
regarding you both with suspicion so I have changed the seating
arrangements. Thranduil will be seated between Glorfindel and me,
with Elrond, Galadriel and Celeborn at the head of the table."
Erestor said in all seriousness and sounding like an adar
disciplining his sons to Glorfindel, whose snicker of amusement was
silenced by the quelling glare from his lover.
"Please be serious, Glorfindel," Erestor asked, shaking his head in
disdain at his lover's carefree attitude.
"I am sorry, my beloved advisor. I know this is a serious matter,
but you have to admit that you never thought the day would come when
you were forced to reprimand both our lord and the king from another
realm," the seneschal replied.
"Nay, I suppose not," Erestor had to agree, the smile in his eyes
showing he also saw the humour in the situation.
"I thank you for your concern, Erestor, but Elrond and I are well
accustomed to behaving in an appropriate manner in public,"
Thranduil said with a distinct lack of enthusiasm for having to do
so at present.
"Aye, we know where our duty lies. The arrangement is satisfactory,"
Elrond agreed with a sigh of resignation.
"Excellent, then you will also have no objection to allowing
Glorfindel and me to accompany Thranduil to the hall while you
escort Galadriel and Celeborn as courtesy demands," Erestor said to
Elrond.
"Of course not," Elrond replied after seeking a nod of approval from
his lover who well understood the protocol of dealing with
distinguished guests.
"Come, my love, there are still a few minutes left before we are
required in the dining hall, and I am certain Elrond and Thranduil
can find a use for them. I know I can," Glorfindel said with a
suggestive wink at his lover who did not fail to take the less than
subtle hint.
"Aye, if you two will excuse us, we will see you shortly," Erestor
said as he took his lover's hand and followed him from the chamber.
"Surely they have not time for anything other than a kiss or two?"
Thranduil asked on seeing the glance that passed between two pairs
of eyes glittering with desire.
"I would not be willing to wager on that," Elrond replied as he
moved to take his lover in his arms. "As I recall, there were
several instances when we found the few minutes before battle
sufficient for sexual gratification."
"Aye, but as pleasurable as those times were, I find that the union
of all that we are as we make love to be far more satisfying,"
Thranduil admitted as he bent to press his lips against those
eagerly awaiting his touch.
"As do I," Elrond replied when the sound of the dinner bell intruded
on their kiss. "Shall we interrupt your escorts? The sooner we
attend to our duties the sooner we will be released to take our
pleasure."
To their astonishment, Glorfindel and Erestor were not in the throes
of passion, and in fact were not even involved in a kiss when Elrond
and Thranduil stepped into the passageway. Instead they were
standing before an open window, the seneschal's arms wrapped around
the waist of the advisor who stood in front of him, Glorfindel's
chin resting on Erestor's head as the advisor leaned his cheek
against his lover's shoulder. Neither spoke, but there was no doubt
to the onlookers that there was a silent exchange of love between
the two when Glorfindel captured his lover's lips in a brief but
passionate kiss.
****************
Their arrival at the dining hall was greeted with nothing more than
a few eyebrows raised in surprise as Thranduil and Elrond took their
separate places at the table with barely a glance at each other. The
king was well at ease with his companions, and was soon enjoying his
wine and laughing merrily at Glorfindel's outrageous and
often `colourful' tales of elves from ages past.
"This is an excellent vintage," he commented as Erestor refilled the
empty goblets.
"Aye, `tis Glorfindel's favourite, the one you heard him partaking
of in the cellar this afternoon," the advisor stated. There was no
accusation in his manner, merely a nonchalant statement of fact that
caused Thranduil to almost choke on his wine.
"Partaking of the wine, or you?" Thranduil teased when he stopped
spluttering.
"Both. Erestor's unique taste adds a very nice flavour to this
particular wine," Glorfindel answered, giving a little more
information than the advisor intended to impart.
"Perhaps you and Elrond should attempt another tour of the cellar
tomorrow. Glorfindel will be away on patrol so I will take charge of
the preparations for the evening, leaving Elrond free to indulge in
whatever takes his fancy," Erestor said, smiling at the gleam of
delight in Thranduil's eyes that anticipation of a day alone with
Elrond elicited. Glorfindel noted the sadness tinging Erestor's
voice at the knowledge that he would be bereft of his own lover's
company for most of the day.
"I will be gone only as long as it takes to deliver the customary
wine and festive food to my warriors so they may enjoy the Midsummer
celebrations with us tomorrow night. That is at least as far as
feasting is concerned. The other kind of celebration I have planned
is for you and me alone, my beloved Erestor," Glorfindel promised as
he stood and offered his arms to his lover who willingly accepted
the embrace, and the sweet kiss that followed.
"The light of love shines strong and bright in those two," Galadriel
commented as, like everyone else in the dining hall, she watched the
lovers kiss.
"Aye `tis indeed a beautiful sight to behold whenever they are
together," Elrond agreed, trying not to let his envy show. He was
far more accustomed to seeing such a display, but he knew deep in
his heart that his love for Thranduil would shine just as strong and
bright, if only he could set it free.
"As it is with all lovers, whether they love openly or in secret,"
Celeborn commented, startling Elrond by voicing words that were
almost the same as his unspoken thought. "Do you not agree, my
love?" the Lord of Lothlorien asked his wife as he lifted
Galadriel's hand and tenderly kissed her fingers.
"Indeed, and Midsummer is the perfect time to reaffirm, or proclaim
one's love for another," Galadriel said, her eyes never leaving
Elrond's face as she spoke. She nodded to herself when she saw the
shadow of discomfort veil the bright grey eyes. Neither he nor
Thranduil had dared to believe that the lord and lady were aware of
the love he and Celeborn's kinsman shared, but apparently they had
been mistaken.
Elrond decided needed to speak with Thranduil as soon as possible
and warn him of his suspicions. However, it was not until they
retired to the Hall of Fire for the evening's entertainment that the
chance for a private conversation arose. Elrond noted that Erestor
and Glorfindel exchanged a few words then moved to one of the
alcoves near the musicians and wondered what mischief they were
planning. Seeing two pairs of eyes already darkened with desire, he
decided he would rather not know, and went in search of Thranduil.
**************
Oblivious to all others around them, Erestor and Glorfindel were
sharing an armchair with the advisor sitting in his lover's lap, his
head resting on Glorfindel's shoulder as they listened to Lindir
sing.
To the eyes of all they were merely enjoying a close embrace, but
none would have guessed just how close, for none could see the
subtle movements of Erestor's hand as he reached between the space
that separated his and Glorfindel's bodies.
"Now I know why you insisted I wear nothing under my robes,"
Glorfindel said, drawing in a sharp breath as Erestor's hand snaked
inside his robes and sharply tweaked a nipple.
"Are you enjoying the risk we are taking?" Erestor asked, having
recently read that the possibility of being discovered enhanced the
pleasure of lovemaking. Glorfindel had eagerly agreed to
participate, and so they had chosen the Hall of Fire for their
experiment.
"Aye, .ah.yes.do that again." Glorfindel begged as he felt Erestor
shift his weight slightly, rubbing his hip against the hardening
bulge that was rising between them. Erestor complied, adding a sweet
kiss to his ministrations, ever mindful to make it appear to any
stray eyes that they were involved in nothing more than an embrace.
"Spread your legs a little further apart, Glorfindel," Erestor
whispered into his lover's ear, as he undid a few of the buttons on
the front of his lover's robe and reached inside to touch the silky
hardness of heated flesh.
"Ai, Erestor your touch is pure torture," Glorfindel moaned,
muffling his needful sounds by sucking on the tender flesh of his
lover's exposed neck.
"Shall I continue or shall we find somewhere more private?" Erestor
asked as he kissed the already swollen lips to prevent another groan
of desire from escaping as he trailed a fingernail lightly around
the weeping slit.
"Here. now. harder," Glorfindel panted as he tried desperately to
avoid thrusting into the warm hand in an action that would give them
away. Erestor turned in his lover's arms so that his back hid them
from view and began to rapidly stroke the steel rod in his hand.
Covering Glorfindel's lips with his own, he teased his mouth with
his tongue as his relentless attack continued until he felt his
lover's body tense momentarily before he was wracked with a
shuddering release.
Glorfindel's eyes widened with surprise as he realised it was not
only his cry of ecstasy that was silenced by their lips, but
Erestor's also.
"But I did not even touch you," he said as his eyes silently sought
an explanation.
"You did not need to, just the feel of you in my hand, of your body
responding so passionately to my touch was enough to undo me,"
Erestor replied as he rested his head on his lover's shoulder once
more. "I love you, my Glorfindel."
"And I love you, my sweet Erestor. I have to leave in a few hours,
so let us spend the rest of the night in the comfort of our bed,"
Glorfindel said as he stood and offered his arm to his lover.
***************
Thranduil had been left to seek his own entertainment and had just
happily settled beside Elrond to watch the merrymakers dancing when
they were beckoned by the wave of a hand and a smile from Galadriel.
With a shrug of disappointment for having to share his lover's
company with others, he and Elrond accepted the invitation to join
the lord and lady at the table on the dais.
The warriors of old soon became involved in a discussion of the
changing weaponry and fighting techniques that were unique to each
realm that lasted until Galadriel finally begged a dance from her
husband, leaving Elrond and Thranduil alone.
With the skill acquired after many years of dealing with receiving
unpleasant information, the king schooled his features to reflect
only mild interest as he listened to Elrond's concerns
"I agree they know, and likely have done since we first lay together
beneath their trees, but for reasons neither of can possibly
imagine, they are keeping their own counsel," Thranduil said as he
sipped his wine and smiled as if hearing some pleasantry or other.
"I fear that the day fast approaches when all will be revealed,"
Elrond said.
"You are worried what our children will say or think, that they will
somehow be hurt to discover we are lovers, but I am beginning to
believe that we risk doing more harm by keeping the truth locked
away. They are adults now, and will surely understand, if not
accept, our relationship."
"Indeed `tis always best to speak the truth," said a soft feminine
voice, startling them both as Galadriel and Celeborn joined them.
************************
When Galadriel and Celeborn had returned to the table after their
dance to find Elrond and Thranduil discussing whether or not to tell
their children the truth, she had immediately suggested they do so.
"Would you also speak the truth my lady?" Thranduil had dared to
ask, staring unflinchingly into Galadriel's' eyes, well aware that
she saw more than most.
"Aye, `tis time to admit that Celeborn and I know of the love you
and Elrond share," she said, her answer surprising no one. "Your
children also have a right to know. You both have suffered much and
yet your love has not only survived, but flourished. I have never
seen either of you happier than you are now and I believe you owe it
to yourselves to live your life to the full," she said with genuine
affection for them both.
"How long have you known?" Elrond asked, addressing Celeborn.
"Since Dagorlad. After it became apparent to Oropher and Ereinion
that you two were lovers, both sought my counsel as to how to
dissuade you from continuing on that path. Neither were pleased with
my response, for, like Perion, I could do nothing other than support
your relationship. It is beyond any of the Firstborn or even the
Valar to interfere with Eru's song and it is that music which binds
lovers' hearts and souls," Celeborn told them as he reached to
gently caress his wife's cheek in a gesture of love and affection
before continuing. "Even had I not been certain of the depth of your
commitment before then, the very fact that you defied your Adar, and
simply chose to keep your lover a secret rather than give him up,
told me all I needed to know."
"It pained me to deceive Adar but I had to follow my heart. Why have
you not spoken of this sooner?" Thranduil said, his voice tinged
with sadness as he recalled the arguments that marred his last few
days with his beloved Adar. Elrond sensed his melancholy and reached
over to briefly squeeze his lover's fingers in a gesture of comfort,
smiling affectionately as he felt the tight grip of Thranduil's
response before he reluctantly pulled his hand away.
"Out of respect for your choice to keep the truth to yourselves in
the name of duty to your people and your realms, and later on to
protect the honour of your wives and children," Galadriel said with
a hint of disapproval. She had cautioned her daughter against a
marriage to one who loved another, but Celebríían had simply told her
parents that she loved Elrond, and saw only happiness in their
future together.
"Celebríían was aware of my love for Thranduil, but she also knew
that I loved her as much as my heart would allow," Elrond said,
feeling as if he needed to speak in his own defence.
"And my beautiful Elisiel also accepted that my heart belonged to
Elrond, and she freely gave me the love and support I needed to help
me survive the separation of time and distance from my soul mate.
Legolas is a gift beyond measure, and for him alone I will ever hold
her dear in my heart," Thranduil added.
"And I have no doubt that your children are mature enough, and love
you enough to be able to understand such things. Do you not think it
is time you allowed yourselves to experience Eru's song in all its
beauty, as Erestor and Glorfindel do?" Celeborn asked, winking at
his kinsman who actually blushed at the innuendo.
"I doubt I have the stamina for that at my age, and Elrond is even
older," Thranduil scoffed, easing the tension of the sombre
discussion with a little levity.
"But I am not as old as Glorfindel, so there is hope for us yet,
bel..." Elrond replied his eyes dancing with amusement and almost
forgetting himself and calling Thranduil beloved. Celeborn and
Galadriel exchanged an indulgent smile, pleased to see the two
already beginning to be able to display their relationship even if
in a subtle manner.
"So when will you make an announcement? Would you like a celebration
of some sort?" Galadriel asked eagerly obviously already planning
the occasion.
"We have not yet decided but whatever we do, it will not be until we
have spoken with our children," Elrond, still feeling the need for
caution, answered for them both.
"Aye and if you will excuse us, I think we should retire to discuss
this further," Thranduil said, the glitter of desire in his eyes
displaying his true intent to his lover.
Celeborn shook his head in exasperation as he watched Elrond leave
the hall alone, Thranduil following several minutes later in the
company of Haldir and Perion.
"They are as stubborn as their Adars," Galadriel commented to her
husband who nodded his agreement. "They just need a little
assistance to overcome millennia of self sacrifice and secrecy," she
replied the look in her eyes telling Celeborn that she intended to
see to it that they did.
******************
Over the years Imladris had been visited by many people of different
races who occasionally exhibited behaviour that seemed strange to
the elves who dwelt there, but never before had a sight been seen
quite like the one that greeted the head cook when she arrived at
her kitchen in the quiet hour before dawn to begin the day's baking.
Seated at the small table that was often used by those needing a
quick meal before embarking on some errand or other, were the three
most unlikely companions. Erestor was no stranger to the kitchen,
and undoubtedly Thranduil's steward, Perion was also familiar with
Greenwood's counterparts, but to see them sipping hot herbal tea as
they spoke quietly with the Lady Galadriel was definitely an eye
opener.
As if that was not strange enough, the loose shirts and leggings the
advisor and the steward wore and the robe that covered the lady's
nightgown suggested they had all just risen from their reverie.
Why they were in her domain in such a state of undress remained a
mystery until the cook remembered that Glorfindel was delivering the
wine and baskets of festive foods that had been prepared the night
before to his patrols today. Erestor always joined his lover for an
early morning meal whenever the seneschal's duties called him away,
but that did not explain the presence of the lady and the steward.
Erestor glanced over at the cook and, easily discerning the reason
for the confusion on her face, decided to offer an explanation.
"Good morning, Leniel. It seems that Glorfindel has convinced the
Lord Celeborn and Haldir to join him on his patrol today, so
naturally we who are left behind decided to share a warm drink
rather than return to our cold and empty beds," he said with a smile
at the slight pink colour that rose in Leniel's cheeks when he
kissed her hand lightly.
"Ai, you are almost as wicked as our beloved seneschal," she teased,
nonetheless flattered by the attention of the advisor who she, and
many others to her knowledge, considered to be every bit as handsome
and charming as his lover. "Would you care for something to eat, my
lord, my lady?" she enquired of the two who were watching the
exchange with some amusement. When they both shook their head to
indicate they required nothing else, Leniel took her leave and
returned to her duties.
"I understand from Elrond and Thranduil that you two are aware of
their relationship," Galadriel said, taking advantage of the
opportunity to discuss the matter with the two who could be of most
assistance in convincing the lovers to reveal their secret to all.
Erestor and Perion exchanged a wary glance.
"They are friends of old, but that is common knowledge," the steward
offered.
"Aye, but Celeborn and I know they are also lovers of old, soul
mates no less in love than Erestor and Glorfindel, and he tells me
that you spoke up against Oropher in their defence on several
occasions," she said looking at Perion who nodded.
"Aye, I did, and to this day I still believe my King erred in his
judgment where his son's heart was concerned," Perion said.
"I am impressed. Oropher was not one to suffer dissension lightly,"
Erestor said with a slight bow to the ancient steward.
"Nay but he was a good friend and loved his son dearly, so he
forgave me much," Perion replied.
"Tell me Erestor, how is it that you and Glorfindel know of this
very well kept secret that they have told no one else?" Galadriel
asked curiously.
"We found out by pure chance the day Thranduil arrived in Imladris,"
Erestor replied after a pause, obviously unwilling to tell the whole
tale.
"No doubt to a very warm and enthusiastic greeting," Perion said
winking knowingly as he easily guessed the reason for the slight
colour that had risen in Erestor's cheeks.
"As one would expect of lovers who have been apart a longer time
than ever before," Galadriel commented. "It is this very situation
that I wish to address. I believe it is time they allowed themselves
the freedom to express their feelings openly, yet I am having
difficulty in convincing them to do so."
"I agree with you in part, but do you not think the decision is
theirs to make?" Perion asked.
"Of course, I am merely suggesting that you two could offer a little
sage advice," Galadriel replied.
"Such is the role of advisor or steward," Erestor conceded with a
slight edge to his voice. "Perion has offered to assist me with the
last minute preparations for tonight's celebrations, so we have
plenty of time to discuss the matter and perhaps even speak with
Elrond and Thranduil."
*******
"Are you seriously considering interfering in this, for that is what
she is asking us to do?" Perion asked Erestor after Galadriel left
to see to her appointments for the day.
"Nay and I believe a word of warning is in order for our lords, they
are not the only stubborn ones on Imladris this day," Erestor said
indicating that Perion should follow him.
When they reached the door to Erestor's old chambers, the steward
knocked loudly and called to his king. After a few moments a muffled
voice bid him enter, and he smiled at the sight of Thranduil, his
nakedness obvious under the sheet that barely covered his thighs,
panting heavily against the bare chest of the very flushed lord of
Imladris.
"Not interrupting anything, are we?" Erestor teased, knowing full
well that was exactly what they were doing.
"Nothing that can not be finished later," Thranduil replied in a
voice husky with unspent need.
"What brings you two here at this early hour, and why are you
wandering about in your sleeping clothes?" Elrond asked as he eyed
the two dishevelled elves who had taken seats on the end of the bed.
"Glorfindel went on patrol, and took Celeborn and Haldir with him,"
Erestor said with a shrug.
"And we have just had a rather interesting conversation with
Galadriel," Perion added.
"About what?" Thranduil asked, his senses on alert as he recognised
the worry in his steward's voice.
"You and Elrond. She thinks it is time you declared your love to
all," he replied.
"Aye, we know, and she wants to make it a formal celebration. Our
private life is really none of her concern nor anyone else's for
that matter," Elrond said angrily.
"We could not agree more, this is merely meant as an apparently
unnecessary but nonetheless courteous word of warning," Erestor
replied rising from the bed and beckoning Perion to follow with a
nod. "Come my good steward, we need to get dressed. My lord is
obviously indisposed this morning and there are many tasks till
requiring attention."
"I know Galadriel only wishes for us to be happy, but I find I am
annoyed by her arrogant presumption," Elrond said his grey eyes
flashing with anger. Thranduil hugged him close, and immediately
turned his attention to something far more pleasurable.
"Hmmm, and you are also so very tense. Perhaps there is something I
can do to help relax you?" Thranduil offered as he ran his
fingertips over the skin that still bore a light sheen of sweat form
their interrupted lovemaking. He moved his hand slowly over the
tight muscles, his fingers playfully teasing the weeping tip of
Elrond's bobbing erection.
When his lover had called to their untimely visitors to enter,
Elrond had been writhing so wantonly beneath Thranduil as he thrust
deeply into his tight passage that he had barely been able to
restrain the release that was coursing through his body.
"It is your doing that I am like this. Whatever possessed you to
answer the door?"
"I thought the delay might heighten your enjoyment, my love. Shall
we find out?" Thranduil asked as he crushed their lips together in a
fierce kiss, thrusting back into the still well prepared opening at
the same time. He reached between their bodies to take a firm grip
on Elrond's hard cock and had barely stroked its full length when he
felt hot seed cover his hand and the tightening of inner muscle
around his own shaft, forcing a stream of creamy fluid to spurt
forth.
"Ai, Thranduil!" Elrond screamed as his lover pumped wildly into him
savouring every last spasm, as the slowly softening member brushed
his prostrate.
"Elrond!" the king screamed in reply before slumping in exhaustion
at his lover's side, showering him with soft kisses and
whispering "I love you," over and over again.
"I love you, too, but I am totally exhausted." Elrond replied
drowsily.
"We have the rest of the day to recover, but for now, sleep does
seem to be an excellent idea," Thranduil replied as he pulled Elrond
closer.
"I wonder how they do it so often." Elrond said slowly, yet making
Thranduil smile knowing his lover was referring to Glorfindel and
Erestor.
"With much pleasure, I imagine," he replied, barely managing a
chuckle at his own humour as his eyes glazed over and he followed
Elrond into his dreams.
*********
Erestor had just left his chambers when he heard the cries of
passion echoing through the silence of the empty passageway, and
silently congratulated himself for his well considered allocation of
guest chambers.
In the moments of silence that followed the shouts, he imagined the
lovers were entwined in the similar gentle embrace that and
Glorfindel had spent the night in after their lovemaking. With a
sigh of envy and his cock already hard in anticipation of
Glorfindel's return, he blew a kiss in the direction the riders had
departed and headed towards his office, adjusting his robes to cover
the telling bulge.
*****************************
Midsummer's Eve was traditionally celebrated in the gardens of
Imladris, but in deference to the many visitors from the woodland
realms, this year it had been decided that one of the larger glades
in the nearby forest would provide a more suitable venue. Erestor
had selected the perfect location, according to Perion when he
accompanied the advisor on a quick visit to satisfy himself that
everything was proceeding on schedule. It was, but there were also
many elves waiting to plague the advisor with questions such as "Do
you think we need more tables, my lord?" "Have we hung enough
garlands from the trees?" "When should we light the candles?"
Erestor answered each one appropriately, frowning at the inability
of his staff to make such simple decisions on their own. He
seriously contemplated spending the rest of the day personally
supervising the work had not Perion, with a sympathetic smile pulled
him aside, seeking his attention.
"I am glad Thranduil decided to allow me to accompany him to
Imladris, else I would be in the same position as you are today,
listening to endless questions that require immediate yet obvious
answers," he chuckled as they continued to walk, back along the path
that lead the archway that served as a gate. "You have chosen a
delightful setting for an evening's frolicking beneath the stars.
Have you given any thought to the selection of music?" Erestor's
response was an eyebrow raised in query indicating he did not quite
understand what Perion was asking.
"Lindir, our chief minstrel, is the one to ask if you have something
in particular you would like to hear performed," the advisor
replied, correctly assuming that was the reason for the inquiry.
"I see, then perhaps you would be kind enough to show me where I can
find your minstrel?" Perion asked. Erestor nodded and lead the way
to the small hall where the musicians often practiced and after
making the introductions, left Perion and Lindir engrossed in a
discussion regarding the songs favoured by the woodland elves.
When Erestor reached his office, he found his desk littered with
untended paperwork. Mostly it consisted of the invoices for the
various good bought from the traders for the celebrations, a few
letters but there were also the regular monthly inventories and
reports which required attention, holiday season or not. With a
sigh, he sat down to begin work, thankful that at least that his
task would make the time until Glorfindel's return pass quickly. He
felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of his lover, and not
for the first time marvelled at how much in love, and how strongly
they still desired each other after all their time together. He
silently thanked Namo for releasing Glorfindel from his halls and
for the happiness he and the reborn Balrog slayer were able to share
so openly.
"Would you like some help with that?" Elrond asked from the open
doorway, his silent approach rousing his advisor from his
contemplations.
"Nay, I can manage, thank you. I hardly expected to see you at all
today, and why is Thranduil not with you?" he asked curiously as his
lord and friend of millennia entered the office and sat in the
armchair that was usually reserved for Glorfindel.
"My dear one is seeking out his steward to inform him of our plans
to take a stroll to the waterfall," Elrond replied as he accepted
the cup of wine Erestor handed him. "'Tis a warm day and a swim in
the cool waters will be most refreshing."
"I am sure, and probably necessary if you choose to spend your time,
and energy in one of the more romantic spots," Erestor smirked, his
meaning plain.
"That was certainly my intention. I believe that secluded little
pool near the base of the smallest waterfall is most favoured by
lovers, is it not?" Elrond asked feeling extremely pleased to be
having this conversation with his advisor. In the past he had often
teased Glorfindel and Erestor about their sexual appetites, but now
that his own lover was in Imladris, he certainly understood how
easily it was to be distracted buy a secret smile or a glimpse of
need in adoring eyes.
"Aye, Glorfindel and I have spent some most enjoyable hours there,"
agreed the advisor with a smile that spoke of fond memories. "I
trust you two will remember your obligations and return in time for
the feast," he stated in all seriousness. Elrond laughed heartily.
"Ai, this is certainly a new experience! It seems strange to be the
one needing such a reminder, especially when I consider how often I
have given you and Glorfindel the same friendly warning," he said in
answer to Erestor's unspoken question.
"It is good to see you so happy, and perhaps Galadriel is right.
Perhaps it is high time you spoke openly of your love. When you
finally discovered the truth about Glorfindel and me, we both felt
as if a veil had been lifted from our hearts, revealing the great
joy we had been missing by not sharing our love with our friends."
"Why did you keep it secret? You were not faced with the same
restrictions as Thranduil and me?" Elrond asked the question he had
often wondered about.
"Nay we were not and I am afraid I was to blame for the secrecy.
Glorfindel is so well loved by all, and desired by many, that I did
not wish anyone to think I was merely another conquest." Erestor
explained, allowing his previous insecurity to show.
"Erestor, believe me when I tell you that not even Glorfindel's most
ardent admirer would have been able to convince themselves of that
when they saw you two together after you announced your commitment
to each other. I have never before seen a couple so obviously in
love."
"Aye we are indeed, and I see the folly in my choice now, but are
you not also making the same mistake?"
Elrond smiled at his friend's revelation and the subtle advice he
was offering.
"I believe Thranduil is beginning to think so, but I still have
reservations." he replied cautiously.
"Which we will discuss while we relax by the waterfall," Thranduil
said as he stepped into the chamber, having heard the last part of
the conversation.
The king held his hand out to Elrond, who took it and willingly
allowed himself to be drawn into a warm embrace followed by a
lingering kiss. Erestor smiled at the scene, but when the kiss
became a little more passionate and hands began to wander, he
cleared his throat noisily to gain the lovers' attention.
"Since I have no intention of vacating this office to give you two
the privacy you will need if you continue in this manner, I suggest
you make haste for your destination," he said in a manner that
Elrond thought was a fair imitation of the kind of reprimand he had
often given his lusty seneschal and advisor.
"That is an excellent suggestion, my dear Erestor," Elrond said when
he finally released his lover's lips.
"We will see you at the feast," Thranduil said by way of farewell.
Erestor watched them leave, sighing sadly when they exchanged a
guilty glance and released their hands before stepping out into the
passageway. Suddenly overcome with a longing to kiss his own lover,
Erestor lost interest in the paperwork, tidied his desk and made his
way back to the chambers he and his beloved shared, deciding that a
nice relaxing bath would be a better way to pass the time until
Glorfindel returned.
Twilight was just beginning to fall when the seneschal and his
companions returned and Erestor awoke with a start when his lover
flopped beside him on the bed where he had apparently fallen asleep
after his bath. Before he could utter a word, his lips were captured
in a fierce kiss and a tongue that tasted of wine plundered his
mouth.
"Did you miss me, my sweet one?" Glorfindel asked, snuggling his
cheek up against Erestor's shoulder when the kiss ended.
"Perhaps a little," the advisor conceded, as he kissed the soft
golden hair. "I judge by the taste of wine we just shared that you
indulged in the customary cup or two with your warriors when you
made your deliveries?"
"Aye and we sang some songs and told a few bawdy tales as well," he
said with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as Erestor rolled his,
indicating his disdain.
"I hope you did not offend your companions from the Golden Wood," he
asked, knowing just how crude Glorfindel and his warriors could be
when emboldened by wine.
"Offend them? Not likely! They laughed along with the rest of us,
and the stories Celeborn told made mine sound like children's tales
in comparison. And as for Haldir. he offered some very interesting
insight on a style of swordplay I have never tried. Shall I
demonstrate?" the Balrog slayer asked eagerly.
"I am not in the mood for sparring," Erestor replied as he lifted
his body slightly to allow his lover to remove the shirt he had
deftly unlaced while they were speaking.
"Nor am I, `tis a sword of a more pleasurable kind to which I was
referring," Glorfindel said as he reached lower to tease the bulge
that could easily be seen in his lover's leggings.
"Then consider me a willing student," Erestor replied, rolling onto
his side and thrusting his hardness against a well muscled thigh.
Erestor whimpered with need when Glorfindel removed his leggings,
then lightly kissing the head of his engorged cock before rising and
discarding his own clothes. His nakedness revealed the seneschal's
state of arousal and he pulled Erestor to stand before him.
"Close your eyes, put your hands on my hips and remain perfectly
still," Glorfindel whispered, his warm breath caressing the
sensitive tip of a pointed ear causing fire to travel to Erestor's
cock, making it jut forward as it became even harder. Erestor did as
he was asked and sighed with pleasure as strong yet gentle hands
rested lightly on his shoulders.
He felt Glorfindel move slightly and his eyes flew open as he felt
the ridge of his lover's velvet coated hardness slowly travel the
length of his cock from the base to the weeping head. Glorfindel
rotated his hips slightly, and the two heads came together as if
sharing a kiss of their own before he continued the stroke back
along the other side. The touch was so exquisitely arousing as to be
almost painful and Erestor's heart began racing wildly as Glorfindel
repeated the movement over and over again. Each time the sensitive
heads touched, Glorfindel teased his lover's lips with his tongue,
sending at tingling sensation coursing through their blood as the
moistness met the soft flesh enhancing the fire of the more intimate
touch below.
"Ai, Glorfindel. I can not. please.I want you. " Erestor whimpered
needily, unable to form a coherent sentence as thought gave way to
sensation and he allowed his body to succumb totally to the euphoria
of his impending release. Glorfindel felt it too, and moved his
hips faster, increasing the speed and of the strokes, that were
becoming wildly erratic as his control vanished in the wake of his
ecstasy.
Unable to remain still any longer, Erestor writhed against his lover
who had now moved his hands to Erestor's hips, pulling the body that
glistened with the sweat of deliciously restrained intimacy against
his as he made a final lunge. They came together, deliriously
moaning each other's names name over and over again until the last
drops of their hot seed were released to mingle on fully sated and
slowly softening cocks.
"Perhaps we should visit Lothlorien more often and see what else we
can learn. I approve most heartily of Haldir's kind of swordplay,"
Erestor said, his breath still ragged as he enfolded his beloved
seneschal in his arms after they had managed to gain enough control
over their lust weakened knees to walk a few weary steps to their
bed.
"So do I, but enough talk, it is not long before we are expected at
the feast and I have not yet had my fill of your kisses," Glorfindel
said as he teased Erestor's lips with his teeth before claiming them
fully.
All too soon the bell tolled announcing the celebrations were to
begin and after dressing in the casual belted over shirts and
leggings that Perion had informed Erestor were the customary form of
dress, being the most comfortable for dancing in the woods, the
lovers walked hand in hand to the glade.
**************************
As soon as Erestor and Glorfindel arrived in the glade, a burst of
laughter filled the air, aimed not at them but at a part of the
story Haldir was currently relating. Glorfindel glanced wistfully
at the merry group of warriors for as much as he loved being with
Erestor, on festive occasions such as this, he liked to socialise
with his men as well.
"Join them if you wish, my love, but remember to save a few dances
for me," Erestor said with an affectionate smile and earning a sweet
kiss for understanding his lover's needs so well.
"I most certainly will but you should know that several of your
secret admirers have already approached me asking permission to
dance with you," Glorfindel teased.
"Hmm, `several' you say?" Glorfindel nodded, eyeing his beloved with
suspicion, sensing he was in a playful mood. "And what was your
reply to my potential dance partners?"
"I told them that you were the one they should be asking, not me. I
am your lover not your keeper," Glorfindel replied. "I also might
have mentioned that were I to see any hands straying in an
inappropriate manner over your delectable form, one could reasonably
expect me to remove it. with my sword."
"Ai, what would I do without you to protect me from such treacherous
elves? Fade from a broken heart," Erestor spoke sombrely with a
glistening tear in his eye as he answered his own question.
"That does not even bear thinking about, my love," Glorfindel said
as he crushed his advisor close against his chest and held him
lovingly for a few precious moments.
"This is nice, but be off with you and have your fun!"
"Not just yet. But what will you do?"
"Since you mentioned swords, I have a sudden urge to seek out Haldir
and thank him for tutoring you in swordplay. He did only describe
that delicious technique to you I trust?" Erestor teased his voice
now deep and menacing as he feigned suspision. He doubted he would
belive Gorfindel even if he admitted to an indiscretion.
"I believe some of my warriors would have liked to have been treated
to a demonstration, and I admit it was a rather tempting invitation
at the time, but for some reason, he refused," Glorfindel told
Erestor with a smile that spoke of the kind of mischief the Balrog
slayer enjoyed making on occasion.
"Probably because he sensed it was the wine speaking and not
you.Maybe he questioned your ability to perform?"
"Erestor! You know I never have a problem in that regard,"
Glorfindel said, his eyes twinkling with amusement as his lover
actually blushed.
"Haldir is honourable as well as attractive, so no wonder Perion is
besotted with him, these are the traits the old steward would
admire," Erestor replied, changing the subject.
"Indeed. Look, I see Elrond and Thranduil have arrived,"
Glorfindel said with a faint trace of admiration his voice for the
regal grace of the Elvenking who looked no less powerful and
beautiful in the simple shirt and leggings he wore than he did in
his most formal robes. His golden hair was unbraided and adorned
with a crown of freshly picked flowers that were interwoven with the
thin vine of green leaves. His eyes sparkled with anticipation but
whether it was for the pleasure he and his lover would surely
indulge in later or simply delight in the evening's merrymaking, it
was beyond Erestor to decide. He also wondered how many had stopped
in their tracks to watch the two rulers walk past. Their demeanour
was schooled and they gave no one the impression that they were
anything other than friends,
"You find him attractive, do you not?" Glorfindel asked, a tiny
flame of jealousy flickering in his eyes as he inclined his head
towards Thranduil who had stopped several tables away to speak with
his guards who, like many others had already begun celebrating
several hours ago.
"He is rather pleasing to the eye, especially if one is fond of
golden haired elves," Erestor agreed, not realising his words were
rousing Glorfindel's possessiveness.
"You certainly seem taken by them; I suppose you think Haldir and
Celeborn to be fair as well?" The seneschal asked as he drew his
lover into a strong embrace, and almost crushing him in his desire
to hold him as close as possible.
"Their hair is actually more silver than gold, but aye, they are
both exceedingly handsome," Erestor said, feeling Glorfindel tense
in his arms in the same moment that he felt a brief pain in his
heart that was an echo of the hurt on his lover' s face. He
captured the in his hands and gazed deeply into the shining blue
depths of his eyes. "Ai, my handsome one, I am sorry. I did not mean
to upset you. Do you not know by now that you are the only golden
haired elf I will ever be taken by? That the beauty of the most
radiant elf is but a dull glow compared to that whish you wear on
your face and shines in your heart?"
"You are beautiful, too Erestor, within and without," Glorfindel
whispered against his lover's lips before claiming them in long
lingering kiss. As their mutual desire took hold, they became so
lost in each other that they forgot that they were standing in full
view of everyone until several they heard loud cheering and applause
coming from the tables around which some of Glorfindel's warriors
and, surprisingly one or two of Erestor's apprentice scribes were
sitting.
"We seem to be quite popular," Erestor commented dryly as they
walked over to join the king and Elrond at the table they had chosen
because it was set well apart from the main dance floor, if a large
circular patch of flattened grass could be rightly called such.
"Aye, I did not realise we were to be the evening's entertainment,"
Glorfindel said as he poured Erestor and himself some wine.
"I daresay you will remain so unless you can manage to keep your
hands and lips off one another," Thranduil said his words eliciting
a burst of laughter from the others.
"Ai, our other honoured guests have finally arrived, and the
festivities can begin," Elrond said raising his voice slightly so
that the serving maids would heed his permission to begin the
banquet.
"You are looking lovely, if not plainly dressed tonight, Galadriel,"
Glorfindel said, forgoing tact in favour of speaking the words the
others were thinking. Erestor had told him about her matchmaking
plans and he was determined that she should not interfere in
Elrond's life in such a manner.
"This is the common garb of a lady of Lothlorien who wishes to dance
the night away. True the gown could use more colour, but I an am
very fond of dancing, and I always wear these clothes to our
festivals. Besides are you not also dressed in simple clothes for
the same reason?" she enquired.
"Aye, but you are lovely no matter what you wear," was all
Glorfindel said, flirting shamelssy and kissing Galdriel's cheek.
"Speaking of dances, have I your leave to choose another partner for
our traditional dance later this evening?" Haldir asked Celeborn as
he approached the table with the fingers of one hand firmly entwined
with Perion's.
"And I would also beg your indulgence, Sire," Perion said addressing
Thranduil and bowing to show his respect.
Both Thranduil nod Celeborn agreed to the request band smiled with
satisfaction for helping achieved at their friends' happiness, but a
shadow quickly passed across Thranduil's face as painful memories
came unbidden into his mind and he suddenly stood and without saying
a word wandered into the woods to find some solitude.
"What is wrong with Thranduil?" Celeborn asked directing his
question to Elrond, his concern for his kinsman apparent to all. "Do
you know of what he speaks?" Elrond remained silent for a moment,
but could not think of anything that had recently upset his lover.
They had spent a wondrous afternoon at the waterfall, laughing,
talking and even indulging in a childish water fight before
collapsing on the bank and making tender love. They had spoken of
revealing their love to all, and although Thranduil now wished to do
so, Elrond had still resisted. There had been no arguments or harsh
words spoken for Thranduil had simply accepted that his lover needed
more time, and had even made light of the fact that they had kept
their secret for millennia, so a few more centuries were of little
consequence as long as Elrond was happy.
On reflection, Elrond realised he was being rather selfish but could
see no compromise. Either they revealed their love or they did not,
leaving one satisfied with the decision and the other unhappy. He
looked back into the forest where Thranduil had gone, and decided
comforting his lover was far more important than raising a few
eyebrows.
"I need to go to him," was all he said as he followed his heart into
the trees. It did not take long to find him, for he could feel his
despair as if it were his own. Thranduil was resting against the
trunk of a tree, and when he looked up at the intruder, Elrond's
heart broke to see his lover's beautiful eyes glistening with unshed
tears. Without thinking, he knelt beside Thranduil and wrapped him
in his arms, whispering words of love and comfort as his beloved
wept against his shoulder.
"What is it, my love? Please tell me what causes you such pain?"
Elrond said as he kissed the tears away, a shiver of pleasure
running down his spine when he felt the strong arms draw him close
enough for his lips to be captured in a sweet kiss.
"Memories," Thranduil replied as he settled himself more comfortably
in the safety of his lover's embrace.
"Memories of what?"
"Of the day a young prince and a king's herald had their dreams
shattered," Thranduil said.
"The day Oropher stormed into my tent and took you from my bed, you
mean?" Elrond asked his own heart breaking as he recalled how
devastated he had felt, how lonely it had been until Thranduil had
finally managed to steal away from his Adar's guard and come to the
arms that would never stop waiting for him. Thranduil managed a weak
smile.
"Nay as terrible as that day was, there was another that was far
more difficult for us. Do you not remember the Midsummer celebration
at Dagorlad, the one just after Oropher fell in battle?"
"Aye, it was the first and last time we danced together, for you had
become the king and our love was buried beneath responsibility and
duty. It is not the memory of that bittersweet night that brings
tears to your eyes, but the knowledge that it is happening again.
Dawn will come too soon, to be followed by the day you must return
to your realm, and the memories of these glorious days we share will
only serve to make your heart ache for what we cannot have. Nay, not
what we can not have, but what I am denying you," Elrond admitted
holding his lover closer as he suddenly felt the fear of losing
Thranduil close on his heart.
"Nay, not me, `tis what you are denying us," Thranduil said sadly as
he turned to gaze into his lover's eyes.
"Do you still love me?" Elrond asked softly almost afraid to hear
the answer.
"Aye, I love you, with all that I am, and forever," Thranduil;
replied as he tenderly caressed his lover's cheek before taking his
lips in a kiss that was a passionate affirmation of undying love.
"We should return to the celebrations soon," Elrond said, sighing
sadly but making no move to leave Thranduil's arms.
"Give me a few more moments," Thranduil said, also loathe being
elsewhere than in his lover's embraced.
The final decision was taken from them when Glorfindel approached,
making enough noise to warn them of his presence before he stepped
out from amongst the trees.
"Celeborn sends word that it is nearing midnight and Thranduil's
presence is required," Glorfindel said, not really knowing why, but
seeing Thranduil nod agreement he realised the king must have
understood the message.
They had barely returned to their places at the table when a
rhythmic drumbeat filled the glade, and the woodland warriors and
their partners moved into the dance circle.
"Come, Thranduil, it is our place as leaders of these warriors to
also lead the dance," Celeborn said as he stood and offered his
kinsman his hand.
"And quite possibly raise a few Noldo eyebrows in the process,"
Erestor smirked knowingly.
"What dance are you talking about?" Glorfindel asked, sounding a
little miffed that he had not heard of it before.
"It is a dance traditionally performed by the Silvan elves to
welcome Midsummer's day. There are two variations, one for warriors
who are only brothers in arms, and the other is for warriors who are
lovers," Elrond explained, as he watched with envy as Thranduil and
Celeborn took their places.
"Erestor, do you know the steps for the milder version," Elrond
whispered as the rhythm of the drum beat changed and the warriors
began the dance.
"Aye," he replied, his eyes widening in astonishment as he realised
what Elrond intended to do. "And not before time," he whispered
cryptically to Glorfindel, giving him a reassuring kiss before
following his lord into the circle.
The veil of time lifted and as he approached Thranduil and he felt
as if they were back beneath the black skies, the new king trying to
hold the badly defeated Greenwood army together by allowing them to
celebrate Midsummer in their usual fashion while his heart grieved
for his beloved Adar.
Ereinion had convinced Elrond it was best to keep his distance and
allow Thranduil to deal with his sorrow without the added
complication of a lover, and for a time this had made perfect sense.
However, after a secret visit from Perion, Elrond had agreed to
attend the celebrations, knowing full well that he would end up in
his lover's arms before the night was over. They had danced the
dance of warrior lovers and it had ended with them kissing
passionately in plain sight of all. Several of Oropher's most loyal
supporters had loudly condemned Thranduil for his continued defiance
of his Adar who now resided in Mandos so rather than take Elrond to
his bed, he had sent him away.
"Dance with me, my love," Elrond said loud enough for all to hear as
he offered his hand to Thranduil. Celeborn smiled with delight and
stepped aside more than willing to take Erestor as his partner just
as the music began.
Glorfindel watched in fascination as the dance progressed, the steps
becoming more intricate, the pace set by drums that beat like a
heart beneath the compelling music. To a warrior, it appeared as if
a training routine was being performed to music, but no warrior ever
moved with as much grace and elegance as the dancers.
The ancient warrior recognised imaginary swords being sliced through
the air, bows being shot and spears wielded as mock battles raged.
As the dancers circled their partners he found he was unable to take
his eyes from Erestor's lithe body. Like the others, he was weaving
between the dancers his body swaying in a movement that was far too
sensual for Glorfindel's liking so he turned his attention to Elrond
and Thranduil as had nearly every elf in Imladris.
There was nothing chaste in the way these two rotated their hips in
time to the slow tempo of the drums, or in the feather light touches
of fingers on the tips of ears as the dancers swirled around each
other, nor in the way their bodies came together so that hardened
cocks rubbed together through the fabric of leggings that was
stretched almost to tearing point as they continued dancing the
required steps.
The drummers increased the beat slightly and the imaginary battle
with weapons changed to the more personal hand to hand skirmish, and
the contact between the dancers and their partners increased. Hands
none too gently locked onto wrists as eyes blazing with battle lust
and desire mesmerized and distracted, and promised pleasures yet to
be experienced.
Again the tempo of the drum beat changed, become fast paced like a
heart racing towards orgasm and the teasing hands reached for the
billowing shirts and garments were ripped away, allowing access to
the naked flesh that was slick with sweat and., fingers that lightly
teased nipples that hardened instantly with a single touch were
replaced by lips that brushed the hard nubs and lapped at the
droplets of sweat that moved with erotic slowness down tense muscles
covered by skin that glistened in the starlight before soaking into
fabric making it almost transparent
Unable to contain his need, his desire to please his lover alone,
Elrond dismissed the fact that he had an audience as irrelevant, and
moved behind Thranduil, ensnared him at the waist with his arms and
ground his cock wantonly against the barely concealed cleft.
It was a step that was most definitely not part of the dance but
left no doubt in the minds of the onlookers that these two were
lovers of longstanding. Elrond continued to rub up and down the
tight fabric that moving ever faster as the drum beat became wilder
and wilder until on the final beat Thranduil tuned in his arms and
captured his lips, muffling his ecstatic scream of release even as
his body hid the dark, wet patch that appeared on the front of his
leggings.
"Come for me, my love," he whispered breathlessly into Thranduil's
ear as he continued to writhe against him. Thranduil groaned after a
few more moments of such pleasurable contact he did as his lover
bid, muffling his cry of release by sucking on the soft flesh of his
lover's neck.
"I love you," Elrond said as he claimed the sweet lips in a kiss
that she wished could last forever.
"I love you, too," Thranduil replied his eyes filled with tears of
joy.
"They certainly make a beautiful couple, both so regal and powerful
and pleasing to the eye as well," Erestor said as he rested his head
on Glorfindel's shoulder while they watched Elrond and Thranduil
moving among the merrymakers, accepting their best wishes and
congratulations.
"And so very much in love," Glorfindel added. "Erestor?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you teach me that dance?"
"Of course. As I recall, there is another variation that Elrond
failed to mention, one that requires the privacy of a chamber and
for the dancers to be unclothed from the start. Come, I think that
is the one I will teach you," Erestor said as he took his willing
lover's hand and led him to their chambers.
***************************
With the lightness of heart that comes from being released from the
chains of secrecy, and with delight in being able to share a kiss or
loving words whenever they felt the need, Elrond and Thranduil
continued to enjoy the merrymaking, singing and dancing until Lindir
and his musicians had played their last note. Over the course of the
evening, the numbers of elves in the glade dwindled to a mere
handful as couples sought privacy for their more intimate
celebrations. However, rather than retire to their chambers like the
others, the newly declared lovers of old chose instead to bid the
stars goodnight and welcome the pale light of dawn as Anor slowly
chased the darkness of night from the sky.
Elrond sat with his back against one of the trees, his legs crossed
at the ankles and his lap providing a pillow for Thranduil's head as
he stretched out on the soft grass. For two as close as they were,
words were not always necessary and so they sat in silence,
communicating their love with tender smiles and gentle caresses.
"Do you think we offended Galadriel with our little display of
unbridled lust?" Elrond asked as he combed his fingers thought the
silky gold hair that fanned out across his thighs. Thranduil turned
to look into his lover's eyes and offered a somewhat reassuring
smirk of amusement.
"You are forgetting you speak of the Lady of the Golden Wood, who
grew up with four brothers, is daring enough to claim Glorfindel,
the once infamous lover and outrageous flirt as a friend and has
been married to Celeborn for longer than I care to recall. Not only
that, the dance is performed in Lothlorien every year, as it is in
Greenwood and I think it is safe to assume she has witnessed such
displays in the past. I sincerely doubt there is any kind of lustful
behaviour she has not seen in her time." Thranduil said with an
amused chuckle and Elrond nodded wisely in agreement.
"I imagine you have also observed your share of such sights as well?"
"Aye, over the years I have seen many couples so lost in their love
for each other that they succumbed to their desire in similar
manner, and on one occasion I was forced to cover a lusty pair's
coupling with my cloak. We did not go quite that far and since
Galadriel neither left in disgust nor reprimanded either of us I do
not believe she was offended."
"Nay, but even had she been, I would have felt justified in telling
her I was merely doing as she suggested and publicly declaring my
love for you," Elrond said, the creases of worry in his brow
disappearing as he smiled adoringly at his lover. There was a hint
of mischief in his voice, and Thranduil easily sensed the
undercurrent of desire that matched his own.
"Would you care to indulge in an even more pleasurable declaration
now that we are alone?" The king asked as he rose to his knees,
placed his hands on Elrond's shoulders and teased his lips with his
tongue before claiming them in a demanding kiss.
"Aye, an excellent idea, but not here. Shall we go to OUR chamber?"
a quite breathless and aroused Elrond asked as he stood and offered
his hand to Thranduil.
"OUR chamber?" the king whispered almost reverently, repeating the
simple words that meant so much to them both. Elrond sensed the
inner glow of happiness that reflected his own and he drew Thranduil
into a loving embrace.
"Aye, our chamber." A brief kiss.
"Our bed." A kiss filled with passion.
"Our love." This time it was a long, lingering joining of lips and
tongues, that both regarded as a prelude to the joining of their
bodies. Thranduil reached for Elrond's hand as they walked back to
their chambers, but Elrond shook his head and rather than accept the
hand, he snaked his arm possessively around Thranduil's waist and
waited for his lover to do the same.
"I want anyone who sees us to know that you are mine, my love," he
said by way of explanation.
"Then let them see that you are mine as well." Thranduil growled,
becoming more aroused by the minute as a result of Elrond's tender
and loving attentions. He brushed the dark hair aside and sucked
needily on the soft flesh of his lover's neck, the tingling
sensation of pleasure coursing through Elrond's body making the lord
moan and lean wantonly into the touch. Both now sported very obvious
erections that required immediate attention and so they took the
shortest route back to the house.
Considering the earliness of the hour and the fact that most of
Imladris's inhabitants had not long gone to bed, they did not really
expect to encounter anyone, and so were very surprised to see
Glorfindel and Erestor walking down the corridor, the soft glow of
recent loving on their faces. The faintest musky scent of sex hung
was in the air as they approached, making it very apparent that they
had spent their night, and the more recent hours as well, in the
throes of passion.
"'Tis either an early morning stroll you two are taking, or you are
returning very late from your evening of merrymaking," Glorfindel
commented with amusement.
"The same could be said of you, but if you must know, we are just
now retiring to our chamber," Thranduil replied, offering Elrond a
secret smile as he said the words, the meaning of which did not
escape either Glorfindel or Erestor.
"Then you will be pleased to hear that Erestor and I are headed for
a refreshing early morning swim so you have this wing all to
yourselves and will disturb no one regardless of how much noise you
might make," Glorfindel teased.
"Or how often, like a certain couple who shall remain nameless."
Thranduil laughed heartily at his own rejoinder but Elrond chose to
ignore the remark and addressed a more pressing problem than noisy
lovers.
"Erestor, Thranduil and I have no intention of attending the morning
meal, would you please make our apologies to Galadriel and
Celeborn?" Elrond asked his advisor.
"Normally I would be willing to do so, but Glorfindel and I are not
planning to attend breakfast either. I will send a message of
apology for us all to the guest chambers," Erestor offered.
"If they are there, that is," Glorfindel said with a wink that
suggested he had reason to think otherwise.
"Why would they not be?" Erestor asked. All three looked to the
seneschal with undisguised curiosity for his answer.
"Let me just say that I heard Lindir giving Celeborn directions to
one of the more secluded gardens and I saw the lord and lady leave
shortly thereafter along with one of the bottles of Dorwinion.
Obviously they intended to celebrate Midsummer with romance, as did
we all," Glorfindel told his friends.
"Speaking of which, our celebrations are not yet at an end,"
Thranduil said as he playfully licked the sensitive tip of Elrond'
ear to remind his lover of their plans, his actions and his candour
causing Elrond to blush and Erestor to smile knowingly.
"It seems having golden hair is not the only thing our lovers have
in common," he said with feigned sigh of exasperation.
"Nay, they are both as adorably brazen in their actions as they are
with their words," Elrond agreed as he lovingly caressed Thranduil's
cheek to show he was only teasing.
"Ai, but you must admit that speaking is not the only use for our
tongues," Glorfindel said with a wicked grin. "Come my raven haired
love, let us leave these two alone, I have just thought of another
use for mine." Erestor rolled his eyes at Elrond as if to say, `see
what I mean' but his smile for Glorfindel was a promise of pleasure.
He entwined their fingers before resuming their way out to the
waterfall and the pool at its base that was a favourite spot for the
lovers.
**********************************
Upon reaching the secluded pool the advisor and the seneschal both
immediately removed the robes that covered only bare skin and fallen
into each other's arms, kissing as passionately as if they had been
apart for months instead of only a matter of minutes. When they
finally parted for breath Glorfindel took a bottle of massage oil
from the pocket in his discarded robe and had proceeded to apply a
light coat of oil to the soft skin of Erestor's neck and chest in a
manner meant to arouse rather than soothe tired muscles.
The effect was wasted, as far as Erestor was concerned when his
lover stepped into the cool water of the pool, pulling the now
confused and slightly frustrated advisor in with him.
"What are you doing?" Erestor asked, shrieking with surprise when as
Glorfindel immersed himself fully in the refreshing water and swam
between Erestor's legs causing him to lose balance and he fell
backward into the water, resurfacing a moment later.
"We cam here for a swim, did we not?" Glorfindel replied as he took
the spluttering advisor in his arms and claimed his li[s in a sweet
kiss that slowly deepened into a passionate expression of their soul
deep love.
"Then why the oil?" Erestor asked, his curiosity diminishing rapidly
as Glorfindel's hands roamed lovingly over his body, coming to rest
on his behind and giving Erestor a gentle shove in the direction of
the bank. As he followed Glorfindel out of the water, he smiled
seductively at the lust darkened eyes that were making love to his
naked form.
"This is why," Glorfindel whispered his voice thick with need and
lust as he traced a finger over the damp chest that glistened with
small water droplets that formed on the oil coated skin. He leaned
forward to capture one with his tongue and then proceeded to lick
hungrily at each tiny droplet, paying particular attention to those
that dripped from the hardened nipples or that pooled in the hollow
of Erestor's throat.
When he turned his attention to the droplets that were mingling with
the clear fluid that was now leaking from his lover's engorged cock,
Erestor's knees went weak and Glorfindel eased him gently to the
ground, his tongue never losing contact with the glistening skin.
"Ai Glorfindel.don't... please.don't. do that again!" Erestor moaned
as, true to his word, his lover was using his tongue to drive him
into incoherency. Every time the tip of his tongue captured a water
droplet, the feather light contact sent a tingle down Erestor's
spine and soon his whole body was shivering in sensual delight.
"Which is it to be, my wanton one? Shall I stop or shall I continue
to ravish you until you scream my name?" the seneschal asked,
continuing to torment his lover who was writhing beneath him by
licking water from everywhere but the hardness that twitched in
anticipation against his stomach.
"Don't stop!" Erestor managed to demand, gasping loudly as he felt
Glorfindel's tongue finally caress his weeping cock. The feeling was
bliss and Erestor tangled his fingers in the golden locks and pulled
Glorfindel's head closer to his need. The seneschal looked into his
lover's hooded eyes that were silently begging for more, and found
he could not deny Erestor any longer.
Taking the full length in his mouth, Glorfindel licked and sucked
and swirled his tongue around the delicious shaft until he felt
Erestor almost reach his peak. He slowly drew back and then moved
his attentions to the inviting opening between the firm cheeks. With
one quick thrust he used his tongue to penetrate the one place where
no water droplets were to be found. Erestor arched his back and
bucked wildly as pleasure shattered his control and unable to resist
the cry of his own aching with need, the seneschal's expert fingers
replaced his tongue as he prepared to take his lover.
"Slow or fast?" he asked, the tip of his erection brushing the small
opening, just waiting for permission to push deeply inside. Erestor
answered by pushing slowly back onto the silky hardness moaning and
rolling his head from side to side and clenching his fists as the
pleasure of the slow penetration washed over him in waves.
"Hard and fast," Erestor panted suiting his movements to match his
lover's, responding to the need he felt in Glorfindel to find
completion. This time it was Glorfindel who groaned as he felt the
tight, moist heat surround him and he moved his hips to provide the
friction that he now so desperately craved. Without breaking the
rhythm of his increasingly faster and deeper thrusts, Glorfindel
reached for his lover's cock and stoked him to completion. The
exquisite feeling of inner muscles contracting and pumping him was
Glorfindel's undoing and his own body wracked with the spasms of his
intense release as he screamed his lover's name into the silence of
the morning.
******************************
"Glorfindel speaks the truth, my love, a tongue does have many
uses," Thranduil whispered seductively as he encircled Elrond's
waist from behind with one arm, using his other hand to lift the
soft raven tresses so that he could playfully lick from the tip of
his lover's ear to the smooth curve at the base of his neck. Elrond
tilted his head slightly, exposing as much flesh as possible, his
soft moans of pleasure encouraging the sensuous touch.
"Indeed, but even though we are alone, I think it best we seek the
privacy of our bedchamber before exploring the matter further,"
Elrond replied, somehow managing to find the strength of will to
move away from Thranduil just long enough to cover the short
distance to the door that lead to the chambers that were once his
alone.
"What is this?" he asked as he stopped in the open entrance way and
stared at the softly glowing candles placed around the bed that had
been freshly made with silk sheets and covered with a scattering of
sweet smelling rose petals.
"I have no idea, but it is certainly sets a very romantic mood,"
Thranduil said, shaking his head. It was obvious that he was equally
as surprised as his lover, but after a moment's reflection, a
knowing smile curved his lips.
"Erestor and Glorfindel," he said simply.
"Aye, who else," Elrond agreed, with a fond smile for his friends'
thoughtfulness as he closed the door and moved over to his dresser,
noticing that the top seemed a little more cluttered than he
recalled. It was and with good reason, he had to admit as he ran a
finger lovingly over Thranduil's hairbrush, combs and hairclips that
had somehow mysteriously found their home there. Without a word, he
walked over to his wardrobe and found, as he suspected he would,
that it now contained his lover's robes and tunics as well as his
own. He turned to see Thranduil's eyes shining with happiness as he
acknowledged the less than subtle, but very welcome message that
these were now his chambers as well
"They have been busy, and not just with each other," Thranduil said,
teasing the absent lovers as he indicated the tray on the bedside
table on which stood a bottle of wine, two goblets, a large bottle
of their favourite oil and, partially hidden behind a piece of
parchment on which Erestor and Glorfindel had both written a few
words of wisdom, was a pot of honey. Thranduil read the missive
quickly and then laughed out loud as he handed it to a curious
Elrond who had come to stand by his side.
"Our dear friends,
As you can see, Glorfindel and I have taken care of the more mundane
aspects that are a natural progression of events following your
rather 'unique' announcement during the dance last night."
Elrond raised an amused eyebrow at his advisor's very diplomatic and
proper tone, and then read the words Glorfindel had written.
"We leave the more intimate expressions of your relationship to your
imaginations, but as I have proven to my Erestor, as sweet as he is,
honey makes him that much more so and I highly recommend you
discover the delights for yourselves.
Now that your are no longer bound by secrecy, relish your time
together openly, as we do ours,
Erestor and Glorfindel."
"They are a romantic pair are they not?" Elrond asked as he put the
note aside and enfolded Thranduil in his arms, placing soft kisses
on the golden hair of his beloved.
"Aye and dear friends," Thranduil replied as he reached to caress
his lover's beautiful face. "And I know exactly what to do with the
honey, and my tongue! Let me show you," he growled, his voice husky
with need and his eyes darkening with desire as he claimed Elrond's
lips in a searing kiss, pushing his lover backwards onto the bed as
he did so.
In a matter of moments, clothes were eagerly shed and hands roamed
sensuously over naked skin as tongues fought for dominance in the
moistness of mouths joined in a fervent kiss. When Thranduil reached
for the honey, Elrond's heart began racing even more wildly as his
oversensitive body anticipated the pleasure he imagined was to come.
"Ai, by the Valar, this is unbearable," he moaned writhing in
uncontrollable ecstasy as his lover's tongue slowly licked along the
trail of sticky sweetness that he had spread from the base of
Elrond's neck, across the two hardened nipples and down to make a
small pool in his navel.
"Then I shall stop, for I do not wish to hurt you," Thranduil
teased, lifting his head to meet his lover's hooded eyes, his own
glittering with lust and a wickedness that made Elrond groan even
more needily.
"Nay, do not stop... just... finish me..." Elrond demanded as he
grabbed a handful of his lover's hair and pulled his head towards
his straining erection, thrusting his hips forward to indicate what
he wanted. Taking pity on his needy lover, Thranduil offered a few
teasing licks before taking the honey coated shaft deep into his
mouth, keeping only a loose hold on Elrond's hips, thus allowing his
lover to take his pleasure at his own pace, swallowing every last
drop of the creamy fluid that was released at the height of his
lover's orgasm.
"Hmm, Glorfindel was right, the honey does add to the sweetness, "
Thranduil said licking his lips as he pulled his breathless but
sated lover close and kissed him with such tender affection that
Elrond felt his heart melting and his eyes fill with tears of joy.
"I love you, Thranduil," he whispered when his lips were finally
released.
"And I love you," came the whispered reply that turned into a
sharply indrawn breath as Elrond's hand enfolded the hardness that
was twitching against his thigh and guided the weeping head between
his legs.
"Come inside me, fill me with your love," he begged.
It was a plea Thranduil was powerless to refuse.
********************************
After a few hours of restful sleep, the two sated and very sticky
lovers decided to gather some clean clothes and join Glorfindel and
Erestor at the waterfall rather than bathe indoors. Hand in hand and
with heads held high, the newly declared lovers walked casually
through the corridors of the Last Homely House, through the gardens
and along the path that led to their destination, accepting the nods
of greeting and congratulation from those they passed and stopping
on numerous occasions to share a kiss, caring not who saw them.
The air became heavier with moisture and the whispers of the
waterfall increased in volume as they drew nearer to the pool and a
brief meeting of two pairs of eyes conveyed a silent message of
concern that they were about to invade their friends' privacy. The
sounds of laughter dispelled their doubts and they walked into the
clearing to see the two fully clothed lovers sitting beneath a tree,
Erestor's head resting on Glorfindel's shoulder and their eyes
bright with merriment at something the Balrog slayer was saying,
only the last few words of which reached the new arrivals' ears.
". and it took Elrond days to wash all the honey from his
hairbrush!" Glorfindel said, looking up when he heard the others
approaching.
"Celeborn must have been jesting when he told you that that,
Ereinion would not have done such a childish thing!" Erestor
declared as he burst into another fit of laughter.
"In fact he did, but did Celeborn also mention that in return my
King had a difficult time removing the blueberry jam from inside his
favourite boots. A jam that I hasten to add, was acquired from a
certain Greenwood Prince," Elrond replied winking at Thranduil as
they sat beside their friends and joined in the laughter.
"I am certain such behaviour did not help either of you in the
pursuit of your elders' approval of you love, but it certainly
explains why the twins and young Legolas have a predisposition for
making mischief," Erestor felt qualified to comment since he had
spent much time with Elrond's sons as their tutor and a little with
Legolas in the course of his diplomatic visits to the Greenwood.
"There was nothing we could have done to win Adar's approval,
although he was very amused when he learned of our little prank,"
Thranduil said with a sad smile, remembering one of the bittersweet
moments from so long ago.
"I wonder how they will react to our news," Elrond mused, his
thoughts elsewhere and his happiness dimming as he was suddenly
reminded of the task that lay ahead for he and Thranduil.
"I believe with love and happiness," Thranduil said with more
confidence than he really felt. Nonetheless, he smiled reassuringly
at his lover as he squeezed the fingers that were entwined with his
and kissed his beloved softly on the lips.
"When do you plan to tell them?" Glorfindel asked after receiving a
silent nod of approval from Erestor. It was obvious that this matter
needed to be discussed and whilst the advisor was well able to
handle such sensitive matters with tact and diplomacy, he thought
the issue called for a more his lover's more direct approach.
"We have not even thought about it as yet," Elrond admitted,
blushing slightly at the reason for his and Thranduil's inattention
to anything other than themselves. "I have suddenly developed a very
deep understanding of why you two are such insatiable lovers," he
added as he wrapped an arm around Thranduil's waist and rested his
head on his shoulder, needing to feel his lover close.
"Really? Would you care to enlighten us as to your discovery?"
Erestor asked, changing the subject for the moment as his curiosity
was piqued.
"Although there is no denying the enjoyment in experiencing bodily
pleasures, your couplings are more a physical affirmation of the
love you share than simple lust or desire. You know and love
everything about each other so well that you want to please each
other in every way possible, as Thranduil and I do. Even though we
have suffered much separation, when we meet again our hearts feel is
as if we have been together forever, yet we use our bodies to
reaffirm our closeness in a more physical way," Elrond said gazing
into the mesmerising eyes of his lover as he spoke.
"Aye, that is so, my beloved, for you are forever in my heart,"
Thranduil replied as he cupped Elrond's chin in his hand and kissed
him with an intense and tender passion that was beautiful to witness.
"That has the ring of truth about it and I am glad you have come to
understand us a little better. Perhaps that explanation is all you
need to tell your children. They are also adults who are well past
their majority, and are more than capable of understanding matters
of the heart," Glorfindel said as he rubbed his cheek against his
lover's silky hair.
"No doubt they love their adars enough to wish them happiness and
love wherever they find it, and the sooner you tell them the better
it will be for all," added Erestor.
"Aye, your counsel is wise, as always, my dear Erestor," Thranduil
said, offering his friend a warm smile.
"I take it you have a suggestion as to the timing and location of
our discussion?" Elrond asked his advisor, easily sensing Erestor
had something specific in mind.
"Aye, Glorfindel and I think that whilst the young ones are all
together, you should consider escorting Thranduil back to Mirkwood,"
the advisor said.
"Your plan certainly has some merit, but I would like to discuss it
further with Elrond, in private," Thranduil replied for them both as
he stood and reached for his lover's hand. "Come, we can talk while
we bathe" he said, not forgetting the reason they had come to the
pool in the first place. He smiled at his lover's raised eyebrow
that indicated Elrond had other ideas and clearly said *you only
want to talk?* The seductive look they exchanged was not lost on
Erestor and Glorfindel, who simply rolled their eyes in exasperation
and took their leave, reminding the lovers who were already
disrobing that they were expected back in time for the noon meal.
****************************
"We will be there, although I doubt anything could be as tasty as a
honey covered Peredhel," Thranduil, who was continuing to undress,
called after the departing figures. Erestor and Glorfindel laughed
heartily as the king was playfully swatted on his now naked behind
by his blushing lover and Elrond's words of reprimand were silenced
by Thranduil's hungry lips.
"Unless it is an exotically beautiful advisor," Glorfindel said to
Erestor as they stopped momentarily to exchange a passionate kiss of
their own.
"Thank you, my friends, we appreciate you gestures of support more
than you can know," Elrond added recalling he had not thanked them
for the changes this chambers. They replied with a smile and a wave
as they departed for the dining hall.
The glitter of early morning sunlight reflecting from the surface of
the pool only served to make the water seem more enticing to the two
remaining lovers. It was both cool and refreshing but did nothing to
reduce the heat of the ardour between Thranduil and Elrond as they
bathed each other's bodies with scented soap and feathery kisses.
"Now that the magic of midsummer's night has passed, I wonder at the
reception that awaits us in the bright light of day, especially from
Galadriel and Celeborn," Thranduil mused with a wry smile as he lay
back in the shallows and allowed Elrond to wash his hair, sighing
with pleasure as fingers massaged his scalp before combing the
tangle out of the hip length tresses of gold.
"Surely you do not fear facing the disapproval of the lord and lady,
my brave warrior king? After all, it was Galadriel who insisted we
openly declare our love," Elrond said, his tone light and teasing as
he used one finger to turn Thranduil's face to the side and softly
kissed his cheek..
"I know, and `tis not her I fear. My memories of the pain we endured
last time we attempted to gain acceptance make me uneasy. I do not
wish to have our second chance at happiness destroyed by unkind
words and poor regard. I have missed you so much over the years when
we could not be together that now that we can love each other
openly, my heart would not survive being forced back into secrecy,"
Thranduil said with such melancholy that Elrond felt the need to
enfold him in a comforting embrace.
"Nor will mine, but it will not come to that for I too have longed
for this day, and I will not let you go again. We are both older,
wiser and aye, if the truth be spoken, even selfish enough to
realise that regardless of the reactions from those in that hall,
or what our children might say or think, it is time we tended to our
own needs, our own happiness first. I am honoured and proud to
proclaim you as my beloved, as the one who completes me, my soul
mate, my lover," Elrond said as he gazed into eyes that glittered
and darkened with as much love and desire as his own.
"I love you," Thranduil whispered, emphasising his heart achingly
tender words with a searing kiss that left them both breathless and
hard despite the coolness of the water. "Come, let us hurry back to
the house and join the others before I am tempted to sate a hunger
of a different kind."
"The food can wait, I want to make love with you," Elrond replied
demandingly, his voice husky with the desire that darkened his eyes
and hardened his cock. Thranduil glanced at his own needy shaft and
wordlessly pulled his damp and glistening lover to the ground, their
sighs and moans providing the sweet music for the erotic and
pleasurable dance of lovers.
It was almost an hour later before they made their way to the dining
hall and the noon meal that was already well underway, the bell
signalling the start having long since tolled.
As they approached the closed doors, a slight pull on the hand that
held Thranduil's in a firm but tender grip forced Elrond to either
release his hold or stop walking. He decided on the latter and
turned to see what had caused his lover to halt and raised an
eyebrow at the look of uncertainty on the King's face. Instinctively
knowing reassurance was required, he kissed Thranduil tenderly as he
reached for the handle and opened the doors wide enough so that he
and his lover could enter together.
Following Elrond's example, Thranduil draped his arm about his
beloved's waist shifting it slightly downwards to allow his hand to
suggestively caress Elrond's hip as his lover did his own, both thus
staking their claim and their love in no uncertain terms.
"It took you two long enough to arrive, but I see why," Erestor
said, his eyes glittering with amusement as they fixed on the dark
bruise on Elrond's neck.
"They are positively insatiable although one would think elves of
their age and station would have more self control," Glorfindel
sighed with mock exasperation and in a fair imitation of one of the
many times Elrond had uttered the same complaint about his advisor
and seneschal. His words elicited titters of laughter from those
around the room, Erestor and Celeborn included, who recognised the
seneschal's jest.
Elrond's half hearted glare of annoyance was offset by Thranduil's
barely suppressed mirth and deciding to ignore what was likely only
the first of many teasing words, the lord and the king took their
seats, both inclining their heads to Celeborn and Galadriel. Their
greeting was acknowledged with a knowing smirk from the lord and, to
the surprise and relief of both Elrond and Thranduil, by the silent
message of approval that accompanied the kiss bestowed on each of
their cheeks by the lady.
"I hope my behaviour last night did not offend you, but I regret not
one moment of the dance or of what followed," Elrond said, speaking
softly and for Galadriel's ears alone.
"I admit to being surprised at such an uninhibited display of
wantonness from you, as I am sure many others were, but no offence
was taken. The warrior's dance is often lustful when lovers are
involved in its execution, and there is no better way to celebrate
midsummer than with a declaration of love," she replied fondly, not
really looking at Elrond but instead smiling secretively as she
caught the gleam of desire in Celeborn's eye. Glorfindel overheard
the remark and moved closer to Erestor to share a private
observation.
"Take a look around us, there was plenty of that kind of celebration
last night. I have never seen such a lethargic group of elves
obviously exhausted from overindulgence of one kind or another,"
Glorfindel whispered into Erestor's ear, licking it just for the
pleasure of seeing his lover squirm a little at his touch. A soft
sigh escaped the advisor's lips as he savoured the brief contact.
"Nor have I seen so many with poorly concealed marks of passion on
their persons. At least your bed partner has the sense to leave
bruises where no one can see them," Erestor replied, rubbing a
finger over the soft fabric of his lover's shirt that covered one of
the nipples that was surrounded by teeth marks to emphasise his
point. The seneschal moaned and grasped the teasing hand with his
own lifting it so that he could place a loving kiss on the sensitive
wrist.
"You are so much more to me than a very lusty and desirable bed
partner, Erestor my love, you are my life."
"As you are mine, my beloved Glorfindel," Erestor replied, his eyes
misty with tears of joy.
Elrond and Thranduil watched the slow seduction with as much
fascination as everyone else in the hall, and none were surprised
when the two wordlessly rose from their seats as if by some unseen
command.
"I am required on patrol tomorrow, so if you will excuse us,"
Glorfindel said as he and Erestor bowed politely to the lord and
lady, offering no other words of explanation as they left dining
hall.
Inspired by the love and devotion that was obvious in his friends'
every word, look or touch, Elrond was compelled to reach for
Thranduil; and caressed his beautiful face before moving his hand to
the back of his neck and drawing him forward to claim his lips,
ignoring the presence of everyone else in a sweet moment of
unreserved passion.
"If this is how good such simple gestures make them feel, then it is
no surprise Glorfindel and Erestor can not keep their hands and lips
off each other," Thranduil exclaimed in wonder when the kiss ended.
Never before had he felt his heart so filled with love of the most
deep and pure kind, nor had his body been so deliciously aware of
his lover's closeness other than when they made love.
"Aye, this freedom to show our love brings with it a new found
closeness that I will never willingly give up," Elrond declared as
he entwined his fingers with Thranduil's and restraining himself
from drawing his lover into his lap as he suddenly wished to do, he
moved as close as their chairs would allow.
"So when do you plan to tell the young ones? Celeborn's soft voice
interrupted the moment.
"I will send a messenger to Mirkwood within the next few days and
tell them to await our arrival," Elrond said, looking to Thranduil
for affirmation of the plan they had already discussed.
"I think it might be better if you were to ask Legolas to come
here," Celeborn said, unafraid to speak his mind.
"Why is that?" Thranduil asked, frowning.
"It will give you two more time to become accustomed to your new
situation and to prepare yourselves for the discussion that I sense
will surely follow your revelation," Galadriel said, answering for
her husband who nodded his agreement with her words.
"And we will be here to help ease any tension that may arise,"
Celeborn added.
"Have you seen something I have not, Galadriel?" Elrond asked with
concern.
"Nay, we are just offering a different kind of support than that of
Erestor and Glorfindel, should you or my grandchildren need it," the
lady replied with a reassuring smile.
"Which we gratefully accept," said Thranduil taking the lead and
speaking for them both. "I will ask Perion to return home with the
message and to take charge in Legolas's and my absence."
**********
Contrary to what most had been thinking, the lovers had decided not
to go to their chamber and ravish each other, although they would
likely do so later that night. For the moment they simply wanted to
spend some time together.
"Will you be gone long?" Erestor asked as he and Glorfindel walked
arm in arm in the gardens until they reached a secluded spot where
they now lay side by sides on the soft grass.
"It is only a routine patrol but it will last a few days,"
Glorfindel answered as he picked a few violets from the garden bed
near his head and braided them into Erestor's hair, inhaling the
sweet fragrance as he kissed each one. Suddenly Erestor's eyes lit
with anticipation as an idea occurred.
"May I accompany you? It is far too long since I was away from
Imladris, and I could do with a few days being a warrior rather than
a scribe," Erestor explained, the unusual request startling
Glorfindel who was well aware of his lover's past as a warrior in
Gil-galad's army. He and Erestor even sparred regularly, often
ending their matches by exchanging their steel swords for the velvet
covered shafts that resulted from such an arousing pastime.
"If you promise not to distract me, and to obey my commands without
question, and ignore the bawdy teasing my men will likely subject us
to, I would be delighted to have your company," Glorfindel replied
after giving the matter due consideration, his delight at the plan
obvious in the brilliant smile he offered his lover.
"Of course, my captain, you have my word that I will obey your
military commands, and I doubt your men can say anything about us
that I have not heard many times before, but as for distracting you.
all I can promise is that I will not do so intentionally," the
astute advisor in Erestor replied. Glorfindel laughed merrily.
"And what of my non military commands?"
"That would depend on what they are, and how much privacy we have,"
Erestor replied with a suggestive wink that earned him a thorough
ravaging of his lips and mouth.
"Or how daring you are, my love," Glorfindel replied with a wicked
grin that warned his lover he had something specific mind about
which Erestor had the sense not to enquire further for the moment.
He adored these quiet, unhurried and undemanding times with
Glorfindel.
"So what do you think of the future of Perion's interest in the
march warden?" Erestor asked.
Glorfindel smiled and accepted the deliberate change of
conversation back to something less provocative, content to while
away the afternoon enjoying the companionship of the one who was not
only his lover, but his best friend as well.
****************************
"Well, how do I look? Not too distracting, I hope?" Erestor teased,
casting a flirtatious glance in Glorfindel's direction as he
finished buckling his sword belt around the waist of the simple grey
tunic that was worn over dark brown leggings which, combined with a
thick grey riding cloak, was the uniform the guards of Imladris wore
when on patrol, as would Erestor.
Glorfindel moved away from the dresser where he had been sitting
braiding his hair and walked slowly around his lover, feasting his
eyes on every delectable curve that was accentuated by the skin
tight leggings. The barest hint of the twin bulges between Erestor's
legs that were tantalisingly revealed when the advisor reached for
the dagger that was lying on the bed made the seneschal wonder how
he had never previously noticed that the garment was indecently
short. A matter that would be addressed with the tailors immediately
on their return, he decided.
'Although it might be wise to keep Erestor's tunic for their
personal use, for it was really very arousing,' Glorfindel thought
as he pulled on the hem of his own down as far as it would go ,
hoping to cover a little more of the part of his body that was
reserved for his lover's sight and touch only.
"Aye, you look distracting, seductive, irresistible, positively
wanton and in dire need of ravishing," Glorfindel said as wrapped
his arms around Erestor from behind and ran his hands slowly along
the insides of his lover's thighs, a light touch of his fingertips
inviting the bulge in Erestor's leggings to play. Erestor leaned
back against his lover, sighing with pleasure as Glorfindel nibbled
on his ear.
"Just as you appear to my eyes each time you go on patrol. Perhaps
now you understand how needy and desperate for your return you leave
me," Erestor replied, moaning softly as he deliberately rubbed his
firmly clad buttocks against the hardness that had arisen to join in
the fun and was now tightly pressed between their bodies.
"No less than does the sight of you laying beneath the sheets, naked
and flushed in the aftermath of our lovemaking as you watch me
prepare to leave in the early dawn hours,' Glorfindel responded
with a loving smile.
Unable to resist the embodiment of temptation called Erestor any
longer, he turned his lover to face him and pulled his hips close,
grinding their erections together as he plundered the sweet
moistness of his beloved's mouth.
"We have no time for this now, Glorfindel," Erestor said, panting
breathlessly as he reluctantly withdrew from the embrace, the truth
of his words emphasised by the knock on the door and the message
called through the closed door that all was in readiness for their
departure.
"Nay sadly we do not. Duty calls," Glorfindel groaned and shook his
head with frustration. He knew they would both have to spend the day
trying to keep their mutual desires under control or the physical
manifestations out of sight of prying eyes until they made camp for
the evening. The hours until then would seem to take forever to
pass.
"Will you allow me to help you fasten your cloak, my Captain?"
Erestor asked, his manner turning abruptly from lover to warrior in
much the same fashion as the cool, aloof faççade of advisor appeared
whenever necessary. Glorfindel felt the aching tension in his groin
ease somewhat when he nodded his assent, smiling his thanks as the
pin was clasped at his neck, and the glitter of desire in his
lover's eyes slowly faded.
"Until tonight," Glorfindel's whisper was a promise as he allowed a
final tender meeting of their lips before they made their way to the
stables.
They arrived to find the rest of the patrol already mounted and
waiting patiently for their captain who immediately turned his
attention to his warriors.
"Ai, Peldir I see you have added a few of the trainees to our little
group," Glorfindel said as he greeted his second in command and then
smiled a welcome to the four young elves who were eager to
experience their first real patrol.
"Aye, I believe these four are ready to further their training in
the field although from all reports, there is no danger even close
to our borders at present." the warrior replied.
"That is well favoured news, as is mine. Lord Erestor has
requested, and been granted leave to join us," he said indicating
the elf at his side.
"Ai, Lord Erestor, you are a most welcome addition to our patrol,"
Peldir said, offering the advisor a warm smile indicating his
approval, knowing how much in love his captain was with Erestor.
"Thank you, but such formality in unnecessary between us, please
just call me Erestor," the advisor replied with a smile of his own
as he mounted his horse at a signal from Glorfindel.
Dressed as he was in warrior's garb rather than his usual black
robes, Erestor naturally attracted the attention of the warriors,
and many of the glances were openly admiring of the Noldo's
desirable form as they rode together. Naturally Glorfindel could not
fault their taste, but he was not willing to have his lover become
the object of anyone else's desire, no matter if it was just in
their minds. He glared a warning at his men, the older ones clearly
receiving the `hands and eyes off' message, and quickly finding
other things that captured their interest.
Unfortunately the trainees were still quite naïïve in matters of the
heart, and were unaware of Glorfindel's possessiveness when it came
to Erestor. Hence they did not follow the example of their elders
but continued to voice their observations.
"Our Lord Erestor is rather beautiful, and wears the uniform well,
does he not?" said one, failing to keep his voice down.
"And it is easy to see why Glorfindel finds him insatiable, those
rosy lips are ripe for kissing." The other three nodded their
agreement.
"Aye, and I certainly would not mind feeling his legs wrapped round
my waist as he writhed beneath me," said another.
The lust in the young warriors' eyes and the lewd remarks were
apparently ignored or unheard by the advisor, but did not escape
Glorfindel's notice.
"Hold your tongues lest you lose them!" he shouted, his eyes
flashing dangerously as he drew his sword, regretting the rash
action when he saw the genuine fear in the eyes of not only the
young ones, but his older warriors as well, that left him wondering
as to the wisdom of allowing Erestor to be part of this venture.
The irate Elda quickly regained his control when his lover
recognised the jealous fury, and moved to speak with him. A slight
shake of Glorfindel's head let Erestor know that at the moment that
was impossible and the advisor and part time warrior had to be
content with covering the trembling hand where it rested on
Glorfindel's thigh and giving the fingers an affectionate squeeze.
"I love you," Erestor mouthed silently as he held his lover's gaze.
The storm in the ageless eyes abated slightly and Glorfindel leaned
in for a fleeting kiss.
"I know, and we will talk later," Glorfindel replied as he returned
the smile and then ordered Erestor to remain with Peldir, whilst he
rode forward to speak with the trainees.
His anger still apparent, but now under control, Glorfindel informed
them that they would be required to prove their skills as scouts by
passing a series of tests, the first of which would be to ensure the
way ahead was safe to travel. So saying, he urged them to follow his
lead and as soon as they were no longer to be seen, the more
experienced warriors dispersed as well, each with a particular role
to play in the training of the young ones.
"I imagine they will try to approach Glorfindel's group and catch
them unawares," Erestor commented to Peldir who was now riding
alongside the advisor.
"Aye and some will lay false trails even as they proceed with their
routine patrols, which are still a necessity. I understand you
fought alongside our lord at Dagorlad?" Peldir asked changing the
subject to one that had piqued his curiosity.
The astute advisor nodded slowly, suddenly wary and less than
pleased with the direction in which this conversation was heading,
but he acknowledged that only a fool would not have expected some
questions and gossip to arise from Elrond's startling revelation.
Erestor was no fool, but he was the soul of discretion in this as he
was in all his dealings as Elrond's advisor and had no amount of
cajoling would make him comment on what he knew about his friend's
private life.
"Then can I assume you were not surprised to learn of his
relationship with King Thranduil?" Peldir asked, eagerly awaiting
his answer. Erestor considered his response carefully. He did not
wish to begin the next few days at odds with Glorfindel's most
trusted warrior, nor did he wish to continue answering tiresome
questions.
"I was merely a soldier of no rank during that war and as such was
not privy to the personal lives of our leaders, nor would I speak of
them had I been." The coldness of the reply indicating the subject
was not open for discussion and he was grateful that Peldir was
wise enough to take the hint and respectful enough to abide by the
advisor's wishes.
**************
Twilight had descended upon the camp before Glorfindel's party
returned to discover the aroma of a delicious stew wafting through
the small glade that had been chosen as their campsite. To the
surprise of all, except the one who knew Erestor so well, the
advisor had proven to be a skilled woodsman and a talented cook
"I imagine you four had an interesting day?" Peldir enquired of the
weary trainees as they collected their rations. He suspected that
Glorfindel had likely punished them for their disrespect of his
lover by being a demanding but fair task master.
"Ai, it was both very informative and gruelling," the least
exhausted of the four answered as he and his companions collapsed
onto their bedrolls. Peldir offered a sympathetic smile, but made no
further comment as he moved to the fire, collected his evening meal
and joined the other warriors.
Erestor sat beside Glorfindel and ate in silence while the captain
listened to reports and the marked the next day's areas of patrol on
the maps spread out before them. Drawing straws to see who would
take the first watch, the advisor was relieved when that duty had
not fallen to Glorfindel, and after a few songs were sung, and a few
tall tales told, all the warriors not on duty made for their
bedrolls.
"Follow me, my love," Erestor entreated, entwining the fingers that
accepted the proffered hand with his own. He led Glorfindel to where
he had spread their blankets behind a small rocky outcrop that was
within the boundaries of the firelight, yet afforded them a little
much valued privacy.
Knowing that it was necessary to sleep fully clothed in case of
unexpected attack, the lovers removed their cloaks only and settled
their bodies close together beneath the blanket they shared.
"How do you fare, my fierce protector?" Erestor whispered as he
encircled his lover in his arms and placed soft kisses on his brow,
his closed eyes, his cheeks, the tip of his nose and finally on the
lips that tasted so sweet.
"I did over react just a little this morning did I not? I truly did
not intend to frighten those younglings, and have now fully
recovered from my jealous rage," Glorfindel admitted, knowing that
was what Erestor had really been asking.
"There is no need to be jealous, for there is no one who can take
your place in my heart or my arms," Erestor reassured his lover as
he soothingly stroked his back and continued to shower him with
kisses.
"I do know that in my heart. I need you close, Erestor," Glorfindel
said, silently cursing the garments that separated them.
"I know. Turn over and let me love you," Erestor said, spooning his
body against Glorfindel's when the seneschal did as he was asked.
Glorfindel sighed with contentment when he felt a light touch sweep
the curtain of silky gold aside to expose his neck to the tender
ministrations of his lover's lips. His heart began to race when he
felt a hand move under his tunic, gliding across the heated flesh
until eager fingers stoped to play with the rough skin of nipples
that hardened in unison with the shaft between his legs.
Trying his best to keep his moans and whimpers quiet, Glorfindel bit
the side of his cheek when he felt the laces to his leggings loosen
and his aching need was released.
"Touch me. please..." he moaned as he felt the hands withdraw.
"In a moment," Erestor promised, his warm breath caressing the tip
of the sensitive ear. Glorfindel, turned into the touch then
captured his lover's lips in a needy kiss that became inflamed with
desire when he realised Erestor had also unlaced his own leggings
and was now rubbing his erection into the cleft between
Glorfindel's buttocks.
The familiar sensation of warm oil being drizzled over his opening
was almost enough to bring Glorfindel undone and he began to
wantonly buck his hips, begging for what he knew was to come.
"Take me now!" he demanded of his lover when he felt the weeping
head of Erestor's cock brush against his opening, only to be removed
and replaced with a single finger that breached the ring of muscle
and was quickly followed by two more as Erestor quickly and
efficiently prepared his lover for the most intimate of caresses.
"Have patience, and try and remember we are not alone," Erestor
whispered as pushed his velvet covered shaft inside with agonising
slowness, savouring the feel of being engulfed in the tight passage.
"I care not who hears or sees us," Glorfindel growled as he began to
thrust his hips harder and faster, whimpering with pleasure each
time he felt his prostrate rubbed against the hardness within him.
Erestor allowed his lover to set the pace as he reached for
Glorfindel's erection and surrounded it loosely with his hand so
that with each upward thrust, Glorfindel was effectively stroking
himself as well.
Although no one could actually see the increasingly rapid movements
of the bodies beneath the blankets, the strangled cries of ecstasy
when their captain and his lover reached their peak could not be
ignored by keen elvish ears. The younger elves blushed fiercely at
the passionate calling of names, but the elder elves merely
exchanged knowing smiles, pleased that at least this time when their
captain cried out Erestor's name into the night, it was his lover
and not his own hand that had given him release.
************************
The pale light of dawn had barely chased the shadows of night away
before the warriors again rode from the campsite to scout the
countryside assigned to them, leaving their captain and his second
to see to the training of the novices. Erestor had been fully
prepared to join in the scouting mission, but Glorfindel had
declined the offer.
"Peldir will take charge of the training agenda for today while you
and I ride to the ranger's encampment that is to be found a few
hours to the north," he replied nodding a greeting to his second who
had just joined them by the remains of the fire. Erestor handed him
a mug of the tea he had brewed and Peldir smiled his thanks. He was
friend to both his captain and the advisor yet like many others, was
not unaware of how desirable they both were, and not only to each
other.
"If you would prefer to go with Glorfindel and exchange reports with
the rangers I am willing to remain with the young ones," Erestor
offered. "I am a diplomat and am well aware that discussions of
patrols and battle strategies are best left to more experienced
warriors such as you two."
"Thank you, but I think it would be better if you do as Glorfindel
suggests. I am concerned with Maleth's sullenness," Peldir
commented, his voice laced with a subtle hint of warning.
Both he and his captain knew their charges well and although there
had been no more unseemly remarks made, Peldir's experienced eye
told him that the eldest of the novices was not pleased with
Glorfindel's response to his words. More than that, he was convinced
that, despite the impossibility of having his feelings returned, the
youth was genuinely attracted to the advisor and he said so.
"I am not incapable of dealing with unwanted advances or the words
spoken by young ones who feel rejected," Erestor said, exchanging a
smile with Glorfindel. They recalled the advisor's early days as
tutor to Elladan and Elrohir who both had a crush on him at the same
time. A constant and decidedly unfriendly battle at times had raged
between the sons of Elrond, each seeking to win the advisor's
favours. It had been an impossible task from the outset, of course,
because even had he not already given his heart, Erestor was not
inclined to make a lover of one he looked on as a son.
"Nor did I mean to imply you were. I was simply making you aware of
the situation. The others will likely support Maleth if he decides
to approach you," Peldir replied, inclining his head to where the
novices were supposedly busy with packing up the rest of the
campsite. Three were attending to the chore, but the fourth stood
watching his elders with an unsettling fire in his eyes.
"Maleth has the determination, arrogance and courage that will make
him an excellent warrior, but he is also young and foolish, as we
all once were. I suspect he will not back down from the challenge he
assumes I have issued but I do not believe Erestor is in any
danger," Glorfindel said with a sense of pride in the young elf and
his abilities that was still at war with his anger at the recent
disrespectful behaviour.
"Then `tis in the best interests of all to allow me to face the
young one and put an end to the problem as soon as possible. I am a
teacher and know full well that the lessons of life can not be
learned from books," Erestor said with an air of self confidence
that reassured both Glorfindel and Peldir.
"You speak wisely, my lord advisor and I shall inform the novices
that you are to be their leader for the day," the second said bowing
his head as a gesture of the respect he felt for Erestor.
"Aye and be sure to remind them that the selection of a safe and
suitable site for this evening's resting place is another test of
their judgment and skills," Glorfindel called out as Peldir walked
over to speak with the four young elves.
The second laughed and looked back over his shoulder intending to
make a reply, but changed his mind when he saw that Glorfindel had
enfolded Erestor in his arms and was teasing the advisor's lips with
tender kisses that became longer and more passionate with each
touch. Not wishing to intrude on the private moment, Peldir turned
his attention back to the novices and was startled by the dark
shadow that crossed Maleth's face as he too watched the amorous
display. Shaking his head with concern, he wondered if perhaps his
captain and the advisor were not underestimating the depth of the
young elf's envy.
Glorfindel and Peldir were barley out of sight when Maleth sauntered
over to where Erestor was packing away the blankets he and his lover
had shared during the night.
"Did you sleep well, my lord?" the young elf asked with an innocence
that did not ring true to the advisor's ears, but ha answered the
question nonetheless.
"Indeed I did, and you?"
"Only after the moans and cries of your dalliance ceased." Anger and
jealousy were easily recognisable in Maleth's leering voice, the
sting of his attempted insult was lessened somewhat by the red
hotness of embarrassment that rose in his cheeks. Erestor knew this
was a typical reaction of the immature young adults when speaking of
pleasures of the body, nonetheless he took offence at the smug tone
of the plainly spoken words.
"You can not possibly understand the love Glorfindel and I share in
spirit and aye, in body. I apologise if you were kept awake, but I
would hardly call making love with one's soul mate a `dalliance',"
Erestor said, his voice and eyes as cold and hard as steel
angered as he was by the implied insult to both he and his beloved.
"Then perhaps you should teach me," Maleth replied, his voice a
sultry whisper as he sidled closer to the object of his obvious
desire in a manner that was both openly seductive and most
unwelcome. With a swift movement that momentarily took Erestor by
surprise, the young elf gripped Erestor's chin and held it firm as
he moved to claim the lips that were not his to touch.. Erestor
refused to allow it and pulled his head back out of reach glaring at
Maleth with black eyes that glittered dangerously.
"How dare you be so familiar!" Erestor shouted angrily as he
attempted to slap the still partially raised hand away, only to find
his arms were held tightly by a young elf on either side. Maleth
took a step back and grinned wickedly, surveying his captured prize.
"You are lovely when flushed with anger. I imagine you are even more
so when in the throes of passion," he said, choosing to ignore
Erestor's glare of outrage.
"How dare you attempt to betray the trust of you captain! Unhand me
at once, or I will be forced to harm you," Erestor warned the ones
who held him. Maleth and his friends laughed at the idle threat they
believed the advisor uttered.
"I do not think that will happen since you are clearly at my mercy,
my dear advisor. If you give me your word that word this little
incident will not reach our captain's ears, and allow me the
pleasure of a proper kiss, I will see that you are released and no
one will be harmed," Maleth said crossing his arms on his chest in a
stance that spoke of his self confidence and arrogant attitude.
Erestor eyed the two who were holding him, and looked for the third
young one, noting he was standing some distance away, keeping a
watch put for any early returning warriors, or so the advisor
surmised. He then shrugged as if in defeat and smiled at Maleth, who
saw only the beauty and not the danger.
As he took a step closer, Erestor used his considerable strength and
his warrior's cunning to twist and break free of the hold on his
arms, lashing out at both the young elves with well aimed kicks to
the stomach that sent them sprawling face first into the ground.
They watched in astonishment and fear as Erestor swirled back
around, grabbed Maleth by the arm and twisted it upwards as he
pulled the young elf close to his chest.
"I was a warrior centuries before you were born, and know well how
to wield knife and sword. I am no kinslayer, but I will defend
myself," he whispered into Maleth's ear from behind as he held his
dagger to the rapidly beating pulse in the young neck. "All that I
am belongs to Glorfindel, now and forever, and I will not allow the
touch of any other. Your behaviour towards me is both disrespectful
and immoral and I will tolerate no more of it. Do you understand?"
"Aye, my lord, I believe I have learned my lesson," Maleth replied
with a hoarse whisper, afraid to nod his head lest the knife slip.
Erestor released his grip and smiled inwardly at the heavy sigh of
relief that passed Maleth's lips as his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"The three of you would be wise to remember this lesson as well."
Erestor said to the two who were rising shakily from the ground,
assisted by their other friend.
"Aye, my lord," the others said meekly.
"Excellent, then if you have finished packing, it is well past time
for we were on our way," Erestor said as he mounted his horse and
waited for his charges to do likewise.
At first there was little conversation as the subdued group rode
northwards to the small lake that Glorfindel had told then the
warriors favoured as a resting place, but after some time Erestor
broke the silence.
"Is there a reason for your sombre mood? Shame perhaps?" Erestor
answered his own question with sarcasm.
"Will you tell the captain what happened?" the young elf who had
stood guard asked, with the vain hope that the advisor would say
nothing. It was almost unheard of for an elf to attempt to force
himself on another, especially one already spoken for.
"Aye, I must give Glorfindel a full report of your poor behaviour
this morning for your actions can not go unheeded. It is his place
to decide what form your punishment will take," Erestor replied
truthfully, certain that an apology would be required as his
punishment for his putting a dagger to Maleth's throat. He was
certainly willing to do so, eventually, but saw no harm in letting
Maleth remember his fear for a while longer.
"I hope he does not dismiss us from our warrior training," Maleth
said, suddenly realising how dire the consequences of their actions
could be.
"It is certainly an option he will consider, but once his anger has
abated, I will speak on your behalf," Erestor's offer was met with
wide eyes astonishment.
"Why would you do that?" Maleth asked.
"You all have the makings of fine warriors, and I would not like to
see a single youthful act of indiscretion rob you of your futures,"
the advisor replied.
"We are honoured by your generosity although I admit it makes me
feel ashamed of my behaviour. Please forgive me, my lord Erestor,"
Maleth said. Erestor smiled happily as he looked onto the young eyes
and saw no deception behind the words.
"Of course, but let us speak no more of this matter until your
captain returns. I believe we are nearing the area Glorfindel wants
to camp for the night so I suggest you begin seeking a suitable
site," the advisor replied, offering all the young elves a warm
smile that was returned in kind.
By the time Glorfindel, Peldir and the other warriors returned form
their various sorties, it was well after dark and the small glade
beside lake basked in the warm glow of the campfire. The aroma of
the herbal stew that Erestor had taught the novices how to cook
wafted on the breeze and the elder elves eagerly sought a warm meal.
Determined to make amends for their mistreatment of Erestor, Maleth
and his friends approached Glorfindel and Peldir and related all
that had transpired.
"You what?" Glorfindel shouted in angry disbelief when the young elf
had finished speaking. He did not wait for an answer, but walked
over to where Erestor was speaking with the others and drew him
aside, enfolding him in his arms.
"Are you well, my love? Did they harm you in any way?" he asked with
loving concern in his beautiful voice and showering Erestor with
kisses meant to comfort rather than to arouse, but in fact did both
judging by the hardness he felt against his own.
"Nay, all is well and before you decide on a suitable method of
reprimand, I beg you to consider their immaturity." Erestor said as
he added the enticement of a long, tender kiss to his plea.
"The young one does not know how lucky he was. First you should
apologise for scaring the wits out of Maleth with your
dagger. "Ouch! This thing is deadly," Glorfindel said as he took the
weapon from Erestor's belt and checked the sharpness of the blade,
almost cutting his finger in the process.
"I had every intention of doing so," Erestor replied as he tightened
his arms around his lover's waist and rested his head on
Glorfindel's strong shoulders.
"And I intend to assign them all to assist in the armoury. Perhaps a
month of polishing weapons and fletching arrows will help mend their
ways. Of course for the moment, ravishing you well within their
hearing would be a suitable punishment for them all, especially
Maleth," the seneschal whispered provocatively against the sensitive
tip of his lover's ear.
"Aye, please do, I have found a small outcropping that will ensure
our privacy from their eyes, but not their elvish hearing," Erestor
moaned needily, feeling his knees go weak at the very idea.
Taking his lover's hand, Glorfindel lead Erestor to where the
novices were awaiting to hear their fate. The advisor apologised to
Maleth and then listened with some satisfaction to the agonised
groans when the young elves were informed of their punishment.
"It is the very least you all deserve, and be warned that should
there be a repeat of your disgraceful behaviour, you will be
dismissed from my patrols," Glorfindel said as he wrapped a
protective arm around his lover's waist and smiled into eyes that
were darkening with desire as quickly as his own. Without taking his
eyes from his beloved's, Glorfindel bid the young ones goodnight and
offered a word of advice to Maleth.
"I hope you all have a restful sleep and pleasant dreams and since
Erestor and I have other plans, Maleth, I strongly suggest that you
find something to plug your ears."
************************
Glorfindel had drawn the dawn watch and with a reluctant sigh he
carefully disentangled his arms and legs from Erestor's sleeping
form, doing his best not to wake his lover. Erestor whimpered in his
sleep and reached out for the body he knew should be by his side,
even when lost in his dreams, settling back peacefully when he felt
the brush of lips on his cheek.
After relieving the elf currently on guard, Glorfindel scouted the
area around the camp and once satisfied all was well, he settled
down against one of the trees to watch the light of the new day
chase the darkness from the sky. His senses remained on alert and he
smiled to himself as he felt the approach of the one he loved.
"You should still be asleep my love, there is no need to share the
watch with me," he said nonetheless grateful for such pleasant
company as Erestor sat beside him.
"Despite our rather exhausting evening, I am sated rather than
tired. and I missed you. My place is always at your side," a soft
voice whispered in his ear sending a warm tingle coursing down
Glorfindel's spine.
"And in my heart, my fearsome warrior," the seneschal added with a
hint of pride. He thought Erestor had dealt admirably well, and with
far more restraint than Glorfindel knew he might have in his anger
had he witnessed yesterday's incident
"I think I frightened Maleth in particular, a little too much,"
Erestor said with a shrug and a wicked grin to show he was not
entirely remorseful for his own behaviour and the captain of the
patrol laughed.
"Aye that you did, but it was no less than he and his friends
deserved. They are, as you said, young and foolish, but wisdom only
comes with the years and experience they have not yet attained.
They have not learned to control their newly awakening feelings and
bodily needs ans I admit I can not fault Maleth for wanting you, as
many others do. as I do," Glorfindel replied taking his lover's hand
and rasing it to his lips.
"No one *wants* me like you do, and none but you can *have* me, my
love" Erestor said, his voice husky with desire as he snuggled a
little closer to his lover.
"Not even I can have you at the moment, as much as I want to,"
Glorfindel said softly, stealing a brief kiss before turning his
attention back to his duty.
"I know. I wonder how Elrond and Thranduil are faring," Erestor
mused aloud, showing that he was content just to sit and talk by
changing the subject.
"I imagine they have had even less sleep than us," Glorfindel joked
as he turned his eyes in the direction of the Last Homely House.
*************
"Where are you going at this unseemly hour?" Thranduil asked
drowsily as he watched Elrond dress. They had just made slow
passionate love and when Elrond left the bed, Thranduil had merely
assumed it was to answer nature's call.
"I am afraid that I have rather neglected the running of Imladris
over the last few days, and with Erestor away, I must tend to his as
well," the lord replied as he moved back over to the bed to kiss the
disappointment from his lover's brow.
"Since I am partly to blame for your lack of attention to the
mundane matters, at least let me assist you," the king offered as he
too dressed, unwilling to stay alone in their bed.
"As you wish," Elrond readily agreed, taking Thranduil's hand as
they walked through the quiet hallways, in the direction of Elrond's
study. They made a brief diversion to the kitchen first to collect a
pot of herbal tea, some freshly baked rolls and a few pieces of
fruit to replenish the energy they had spent so ecstatically during
the night.
"Elrond, love, can I ask a favour of you?" Thranduil asked several
hours later, looking up from the inventories he was checking and
stretching his back in a manner that was nothing short of seductive
to Elrond's eyes.
"Another one? You are as insatiable as Glorfindel!" Elrond teased,
offering his lover his arms and his lips nonetheless. Thranduil
laughed at the deliberate misunderstanding but eagerly accepted the
invitation.
"Not *that*kind of favour, although perhaps later." he said,
brushing his hip against the erection that was plainly evident
beneath his lover's robe and was twin to his own when the kiss
ended. "What I am asking at present is whether Glorfindel has any
spare copies of the most recent maps his scouts have made of the
passes through the Misty Mountains. On the journey here I noted that
the path has changed somewhat over the centuries since I last had
cause to travel this way." He had never actually visited Imladris,
but had fond memories of a few brief days in the past when he and
Elrond had `accidentally' met during a carefully arranged hunting
trip.
"You should have visited more often," Elrond said with a hint of
melancholy brought on by memories of years of separation. Thranduil
sighed, the warmth of his breath heating the skin on Elrond's neck
where his lover was resting his golden head.
"You could have come to me," the king whispered suddenly feeling a
pang of regret for what could have been.
"Nay, we both knew that was not possible, for either of us," Elrond
admitted.
"Until now," Thranduil said smiling, his eyes alight with the wonder
of suddenly realised possibilities that could now come to pass if
all went well when their children learned of the relationship. Time
alone would tell, and he decided to enjoy the present rather than
worry about the future. Judging by the look in his lover's eyes,
Elrond thought the same and they resumed their original conversation.
"I am certain Glorfindel has several copies of the map you are
seeking. Let us go and find out," Elrond said as he took Thranduil's
arm and led him to the barracks where the captain's office was
located.
When they entered the roomy chamber, the first thing the king
noticed was not the walls covered with maps, but the disorderly
arrangement of papers and such that hid the desk from view. Turning
to face Elrond, he raised his eyebrow in silent query.
"Aye, `tis indeed a rather chaotic or `unique', as Erestor
describes it, filing system that Glorfindel has invented, but it
serves him well. He knows where everything is and can locate a map
or past message or even his inventories at a moment's notice,"
Elrond explained with a shrug.
"I am surprised Erestor has not taken it upon himself to impose some
semblance of order," Thranduil said as he looked around and tried to
determine where best to begin his search.
"Erestor is astute enough to realise he would be wasting his time
and has stated he has no desire to change Glorfindel's ways,
although following the occasions that he does visit here there is
usually a remarkable, if not temporary improvement in neatness,"
Elrond commented, his eyes suddenly widening. His sharp intake of
breath startled Thranduil, as did the hearty laughter that followed.
"What is so amusing?" he asked.
"I have just realised something. Do you recall the conversation we
had concerning my desk with our two friends the night of the
midsummer celebrations?" Elrond asked when he managed to control his
mirth. Thranduil nodded and replayed the brief moment in his mind...
*************
"We apologise for using your desk as a bed, but it has been
centuries since we last sated our desire there," Glorfindel said,
exchanging a secret smile with Erestor and not noticing the a
similar look passing between Elrond and Thranduil who had recently
availed themselves of that particular `bed'.
"At last you show me some measure of respect with your apology,"
Elrond said, his teasing manner indicating his reprimand was meant
in jest.
"We both respect you, as you well know," Erestor replied coming to
his lover's defence and then smiling as he watched his lord tilt
his head to the side to allow the king of Mirkwood's lips better
access to the soft skin.
"And since we do, I think it only fitting that I should tell you
that the only reason we do not favour your desk is because it is far
too hard," Glorfindel said, his words quickly recapturing the
attention of the lovers.
"Too hard? Compared with what?" Elrond asked unable to hide his
astonishment.
"My desk. We favour it above the others although the small one in
the unused study at the back of the library is our second choice,"
Glorfindel replied.
"Just how many have you tried?" Thranduil, who had more than a
passing interest in the less common places to make love, enquired.
"All of them," Erestor replied with a nonchalant shrug...
******************
"Ai, I see what you mean. Your papers were suddenly even more well
ordered once we were finished with your desk top, and you now think
such activities account for Glorfindel's occasional neatness?"
Thranduil asked as he brushed his hand over the small section of the
polished wood that remained clear of clutter. The movement of his
hand back and forth was deliberately erotic as he eyed Elrond
speculatively, smiling when his lover took the hint and moved to
lock the door.
Papers, quills and ink bottles were ruthlessly swept to the floor,
making room for the now highly aroused Thranduil, his robe already
discarded and his leggings around his ankles, to bend suggestively
over the wooden surface. Elrond needed no further invitation and
after the barest preparation of a body already opened from their
early morning lovemaking, he took his lover, hard and fast.
**************************
The patrol was at an end and Imladris was less than a day ahead, yet
Glorfindel deemed it necessary to make one last camp before they
returned home. Not because the distance was too far to travel at
night, but because during the past days an air of relaxed
camaraderie had descended over the group and he wanted to allow it
to continue a little longer.
There had been no more trouble from the novices, to the surprise of
some of the elder Elves, but not Glorfindel, who was both relieved
by, and proud of, the change in attitude of Maleth in particular.
The young elf had not only sincerely apologised to Erestor, but he
had made every effort to replace his unrequited desires with the
beginnings of simple friendship. The advisor had responded by taking
the time to learn more about the interests and families of the young
ones making Glorfindel's heart swell with love for his compassionate
lover and with pride at the display of maturity from Maleth.
Peldir exchanged a glance across the campfire with his captain that
spoke of shared relief that their confidence in the ability and
flexibility of younger elves to learn from their mistakes had not
been misplaced. There was no doubt that they would all become
excellent warriors, and Maleth definitely had the makings of a
leader.
"My lord Erestor, may I ask a personal question?" Maleth asked
tentatively when the laughter elicited by one of the other warrior's
bawdy tales subsided. The Advisor studied the younger elf for a few
moments, and sensing no disrespect, but only curiosity, nodded his
agreement.
"It is obvious to all how deeply in love you and Lord Glorfindel
are, but . well.. you do not wear a wedding band. Why are you not
bonded?" Here his courage faltered a little and the daring words
were spoken in a rush, taking everyone by surprise. Peldir almost
choked on his tea on hearing the question that had often crossed his
own mind, as well as many others, he realised, judging by the
interest that was obvious on the rest of the faces.
"That is indeed a personal question," Erestor agreed, rubbing his
chin as he contemplated whether or not to answer. Feeling
Glorfindel's arm snake around his waist drawing him close, he turned
his gaze on his lover, their eyes meeting in a wordless exchange
that ended with a brief yet sweet kiss. The golden warrior inclined
his head almost imperceptibly, giving Erestor permission to answer.
"Tell them," he whispered the warmth of his breath against Erestor's
ear causing fire to travel to the advisor's groin and he could not
stop a soft, needy whimper from escaping his lips. With a seductive
look that told Glorfindel what he could expect later, Erestor then
turned his attention back to Maleth.
"Glorfindel and I have been soul mates since our first night
together as lovers when we bonded with only the stars and the Valar
as witnesses to our vows.'Tis true that we have never had a wedding
ceremony, nor exchanged rings, for we neither wanted nor felt the
need for either," Erestor explained with a tenderness in his voice
that none had ever heard before.
"Our hearts, bodies and souls know we belong to each other, and that
is all that matters," Glorfindel added, ignoring the astonished
stares as he claimed Erestor's lips in an affirmation of his words
and his love.
"In days gone by, such bindings between elves were not uncommon
practice. There was often little time between battles for formal
ceremonies, and I suspect that such also applies to our Lord Elrond
and King Thranduil," Peldir said conversationally, not surprised
when several of the elder elves nodded their heads in agreement.
There was no disputing that the love between the Peredhel and the
Woodland King was equally as deep and abiding as that between the
advisor and the seneschal.
As Peldir had hoped, his observations successfully drew everyone's
attention away from the lovers and the conversation turned to
speculation as to how Elrond's children and Legolas would receive
the news.
Erestor and Glorfindel took no part in this discussion for they were
still speaking a language of their own, and as if by some unspoken
instruction, the others moved a discrete distance away from the
lovers who were now moaning and writhing unashamedly in their need
to satisfy their desire.
Making a final gesture of apology and acceptance for what he could
not have, Maleth picked up a blanket, walked back to the fire and
carefully covered the almost naked pair, giving them a greater
measure of privacy.
***********
It was well into twilight the next evening when Imladris finally
came into sight of the weary patrol, and Erestor could not help but
smile with delight.
"Do you know what I am going to do as soon as we reach our
chambers?" Erestor asked Glorfindel as they rode side by side
towards the stone archway. The seneschal smiled at the look of
almost childish excitement on his beloved's face and smirked
wickedly.
"Ravish me in our nice, soft, big bed, I hope," he replied as he
reached over brushed his hand suggestively along Erestor's thigh.
"Nay. Well at least not until after I have soaked this dirt and
grime from my skin with lots of hot water and bubbles and oils.. and
the soft touch of hands to massage away my aches and pains, " he
added when he saw the adorable pout of one who pretended he thought
he might be being overlooked.
"Taking a nice bath together sounds wonderful." Glorfindel's eyes
momentarily lit up before a shadow passed across his face as a
sudden and not entirely pleasing thought crossed his mind.
"What is wrong, my love?" Erestor asked, stilling the hand's
movement and gently squeezing the fingers he could not wait to feel
on his bare skin.
"Nothing." A single word that conveyed disappointment and the lie
and they both knew it was.
"Tell me." It was a demand, not a request, albeit the words were
tenderly spoken.
"Do you know what I do as soon as Imladris comes into view?"
Glorfindel asked, bending his head and allowing his golden hair to
fall forward to cover his slight embarrassment.
"Think of how much you missed me?" Erestor asked, signalling their
horses to stop and allowing the others to ride on.
"More than that, for I miss you from the moment we say good bye,"
Glorfindel admitted.
"I miss you too when you are doing as you must, but did you not
enjoy my company on this patrol?"
"More than words can say, and that is why my return home is not the
same this time."
"Why? Because by now your gorgeous cock would be growing hard at the
thought of seeing me, of recalling what it is like to feel my mouth
swallow you to the hilt?" Erestor teased brazenly, not realising how
close he was to the truth.
"Aye and not only that, because my heart would be racing wildly with
anticipation of the intensity and passion of our kisses, of the
incoherent words of love as my cock thrusts inside you until you
scream my name in ecstasy. My whole body burns insatiably for you,
for the incredibly erotic sensation of loving you after we have been
apart for too long," Glorfindel whispered closing his eyes and
shuddering at the memory of the feelings his words provoked.
"Ai, I think I understand. Anticipating your usual welcome is like
an aphrodisiac?" Glorfindel looked at Erestor with lust darkened
eyes and nodded.
"A very potent one, my love," he said with such a seductive growl
that Erestor felt his knees grow weak.
"Truth be told, I also greatly look forward to our wildly carnal
reunions. Did I ever tell you that from the moment I hear of your
patrol's impending return, I walk around Imladris with a constant
aching hardness hidden beneath my robes that is just waiting for
your touch?"
"Which, of course is why you should wear nothing beneath them,"
Glorfindel said trying to sound serious and failing as he gasped
when he felt his leggings becoming far too pleasantly tight.
"Nor do I, but if it is anticipation you want, then allow me to
assist," Erestor smirked as he ran a finger over the hardness
causing Glorfindel to groan. After a quick squeeze to the sacs
below, the advisor whispered a command to his horse and galloped
away towards the gate, leaving his needy lover behind. He stopped
beneath the archway and turned to wave at Glorfindel, calling out a
challenge.
"If you want more, first you will have to find me!"
So saying he rode straight to the stables and even though Glorfindel
arrived only a few moments later, Erestor had somehow managed to
vanish, or magically turn into Elrond and Thranduil, the seneschal
thought in a moment of silliness. The two lords had come to the
stable to greet the returning warriors.
"Ai, Glorfindel, welcome back," Elrond said, raising an eyebrow that
was answered with a slight shrug from Thranduil when the seneschal
merely grunted and then strode purposefully past, his mind obviously
occupied elsewhere. He stopped when he realised who he had just been
so rude to and turned to speak with the two confused elves who noted
both the bulge in the leggings and the darkness of desire in their
friend's eyes.
"It is good to be back. Have you by any chance seen Erestor?"
Glorfindel asked, trying to maintain some control over his desire.
Elrond shook his head.
"Try the hay loft," Thranduil suggested with a wink. Glorfindel had
no idea how the King would know where Erestor would hide, nor did he
wish to waste time finding out. With slight bow he took his leave
and headed back inside.
"Did you see Erestor in the loft?" Elrond asked, equally intrigued
with his lover's response.
"Nay, Glorfindel is simply not thinking coherently. It is clearly
the obvious place. It would be where I would hide, were we playing
those kind of games," he replied drawing Elrond into his arms and
kissing him soundly while ignoring the wide eyed stares of Maleth
and his friends, .
"Do you want to play with me?" Elrond's voice was husky with
deliberate innuendo, his seductive whisper sending tendrils of fire
throughout Thranduil's body, only to have them collect in the most
erotic of places.
"Always," Thranduil replied, suiting his actions to his response by
putting his hand inside Elrond's robes and cupping the erection that
rose to greet his touch.
"Not here, not in front of them," Elrond managed to say as he pushed
his hips into the firm grasp. Glaring at their still shocked
audience with his much practiced and most fearsome Kingly scowl,
Thranduil effectively scared the young ones away. Without releasing
his grip, pulled his lover into a nearby stall and continued with
his loving ministrations. He had barely sucked a few times on the
hard length he had taken into his mouth when he heard his name
echoing throughout the stables as Elrond's hot seed spurted down his
throat.
**********
Glorfindel's smile was almost feral when Elrond's cries of ecstasy
elicited a whimper from somewhere close by.
"I know you are here, Erestor," Glorfindel called into the
stillness, almost hearing the rapid heartbeat he could sense beating
in time with his own as he stealthily approached the only place
Erestor could be hiding. He knew his lover could also sense him, but
he was totally unprepared for the sight he beheld as he rounded the
bales of hay.
Sunlight streamed in the large opening, pooling on the golden hay,
and seemingly giving the totally naked body of his beloved an almost
ethereal glow. As if that sight was not enough to take his breath
away, the dark eyes filled with lust and the proud erection that
stood straight out from the prone body, moving slightly and
invitingly beckoning Glorfindel forward were enough to almost bring
him undone.
"What a lovely tail you have there. It seems I have found a new
breed of horse in these stables, and a most sensuous one at that,"
Glorfindel teased as he quickly removed his clothes and bent down to
lick the delicious hardness.
"Aye, one that wants to be ridden hard and fast," Erestor demanded,
wantonly thrusting his hips upwards into the warm moist cavity.
Burning with love and lust for his beautiful Erestor, Glorfindel had
no choice but to obey.
**************************
The soft shades of pink and grey of twilight's curtain slowly closed
over Imladris as Glorfindel thanked his scout and then made his way
to the library. Knowing the news he carried was likely to cause some
anguish, Glorfindel stood in the open doorway and took a moment to
study the peaceful scene he was about to disrupt. Erestor and Elrond
sat at their respective desks, quills in hand as they dealt with the
daily correspondence. Galadriel sat in one of the large, comfortable
armchairs reading and occasionally glancing over to where Thranduil
and Celeborn were occupied in a game of chess.
"Your king is in danger," Celeborn warned cheerfully as he made his
move then sat back to sip his wine while his opponent contemplated
the board.
"So I would have you believe," replied Thranduil with a confident
smirk as he sipped his own wine and deliberately took his time to
make his countermove. It was obvious they were both enjoying the
challenging game, and since both were excellent strategists,
Glorfindel was curious to see who was in fact winning.
With that goal in mind, the seneschal allowed himself to be
distracted from his real mission and entered the library. As he
walked over to the chess alcove, he could not resist further
distraction in the form of the keeper of his heart and he stopped
briefly to offer Erestor an affectionate smile and a sweet kiss.
"What brings you here, my love," the advisor asked, easily sensing
his lover's disquiet. The question required a plain spoken answer
and Glorfindel obliged.
"News of import to all in this chamber, I suspect. One of my scouts
has returned to inform me that the party from Mirkwood will arrive
later this evening," Glorfindel replied in a voice loud enough for
the others to hear. The full impact of his words was well understood
as was evident in the uncertain glance Elrond and Thranduil
exchanged.
Over the past few weeks, the reunited lovers had spent many hours
discussing how best to present their relationship to their children
and the positive response they hoped it would receive. Now that the
time of reckoning was at hand, they both felt more than a little
trepidation at the uncertain outcome. Without speaking they moved
towards each other, needing the safe haven of each other's arms.
Elrond's troubled countenance spoke of his concern that his heart
warming closeness was soon to be shattered once again, this time by
the disapproval of his beloved offspring.
"You have nothing to fear, Elrond. I know my grandchildren. They
love you and will only wish for your happiness," Galadriel said as
if reading his thoughts.
"And we will be close by should our support be needed by any of
you," Celeborn added wrapping his arm around Galadriel's waist.
Elrond took some comfort in the words of the far seeing lady and her
husband and smiled his thanks as he rested his head on Thranduil's
shoulder.
"I do not know Legolas well, but from the few visits I have made to
Mirkwood I have learned of the strong bond you two share, Thranduil.
I doubt not that he will approve," Erestor assured the Woodland King
who also seemed relieved to hear the words.
"I hope that is true, but for now I think Elrond and I should retire
to discuss the situation. What say you my love?" Thranduil asked,
lifting Elrond's chin so that he could see the truth in his lover's
eyes.
"Aye, that would be wise." Elrond agreed, turning to speak with
Glorfindel. "They are expected when, exactly?"
"Not before midnight," the seneschal replied. Elrond nodded, that
meant that Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen would mot bother to disturb
him until the morning, but that still left Legolas. The young elf
had never visited the Last Homely House and would need to be greeted
appropriately.
"Glorfindel and I will await their arrival and see Legolas to his
chamber." Erestor stated, causing the lore master to wonder not for
the first time whether his advisor had some kind of far sightedness.
The enigmatic Erestor had never admitted to such and Elrond decided
he liked the notion better that his long time friend simply knew him
well.
"May I tell your son you wish to see him in the morning, Thranduil?"
Erestor asked, receiving a nod of acquiescence from the king who
appeared a little distracted even as he reached out to take Elrond's
hand. The lovers bid all a good night and retired to their chambers
with the faint echo Elrond's lovingly whispered words of assurance
following in their wake.
"Although Galadriel and I would like to greet the young ones as
well, I expect you two do not require any company whilst you await
their arrival?" Celeborn teased, exchanging a knowing wink with his
lady who laughed merrily in response.
"We can certainly amuse ourselves, but that is for later. For now I
have much work to do so you are welcome to wait with us," Erestor
said as he returned to his desk.
"And I wish to finish my book," Galadriel added as she settled in
her armchair, tucking her bare feet under her skirt and quickly
becoming absorbed in her reading.
"Ai, sadly our lovers are ignoring us, what shall we do?"
Glorfindel's mock distress was so melodramatic that Erestor could
not stifle his mirth. He blew his love a kiss then resumed writing
his letter.
"I have a mind to challenge your skill at chess, Glorfindel. Shall
we play?" Celeborn asked as he poured them all some more wine and
then moved to take his place at the game board.
"You do realise that Thranduil was only two moves away from
checkmate, and I have never lost a game to him," Glorfindel warned
with an amused gleam in his eye as he reset the pieces. This was no
idle bragging on Glorfindel's part. He and Thranduil had played a
number of times over the past weeks, and both had enjoyed the
encounters immensely even though the Woodland King had yet to win a
game.
"Aye, but I will never admit to saying that," the Lord of Lothlorien
replied. "Since you are so confident of winning, shall we make the
game more interesting with a wager? Say a bottle of the finest wine
from the loser's cellar?"
"Agreed," Glorfindel replied eagerly. Even though access to Elrond's
cellar was his only source of paying the debt should he lose, he did
not believe he would be forced to raid it. Erestor knew this also
and caught Glorfindel's eye, shaking his head to indicate his
disapproval of his lover's brashness. A silent communication passed
between the two and Erestor was finally forced to look away,
blushing profusely when Glorfindel's eyes darkened with lust. They
both clearly recalled their last `visit' to the cellar.
Neither noticed the amused glance Celeborn exchanged with Galadriel,
who shook her head slowly and delicately rolled her eyes in
acceptance of the lusty nature of the two elves.
**************
Upon returning to their chamber and after a long, passionate kiss,
Elrond and Thranduil decided to forgo their discussion and spend
some time reaffirming their love with a slow and sensual exploration
of each other, culminating in the most intensely pleasurable
lovemaking they had experienced in many a century. Their sated
bodies remained entwined as they rested against each other, offering
the occasional soft caress or kiss as they spoke of the matter that
threatened their happiness. Both knew that it was possible that not
only dawn, but also their hearts would break when morning came.
"What will become of us if our children refuse to accept our
relationship?" Elrond asked as he snuggled his naked body closer to
that of his beloved.
"We will be very sad, and our hearts will ache with the pain of
rejection, but we will be together. As much as I love Legolas, I
love you more. I will not allow my son, your children or anyone
else to come between us. You are the other half of all that I am and
I can no longer live without you," Thranduil replied hugging Elrond
with a fierce possessiveness that was returned in kind.
"Aye, we have sacrificed much in the name of responsibility and
duty, but there is no longer reason to do so. I love you, too my
heart, my soul, my Thranduil."
There was only one response possible to such a declaration of
undying love. Tender kisses were exchanged, growing hotter and more
ravenous as the fires of desire once again burned through their
blood. This time their coupling was hard and fast, each deep thrust
erasing a painful memory of so many long nights of aching need borne
of their forced separation. The lovers tortured each other by
bringing one another to the brink of release over and over again,
only until bodily exhaustion took all remnants of control and they
screamed their release with one voice, one body, and one soul.
"I love you," was whispered against two pairs of swollen and
bruised lips as sleep claimed the exhausted lovers.
*************
Celeborn had proven to be a challenging opponent and the game had
lasted many hours until Glorfindel at last sat back in his chair,
unable to hide the smug smile of satisfaction as he made his final
move.
"Checkmate!" he declared.
"So I see, and well played Glorfindel. I have no hesitation in
rewarding your skill with a bottle from my cellar," Celeborn
conceded in all sincerity. Glorfindel's tactics had often proved
hard to anticipate and counter and the Lord of Lothlorien had
decided to request his friend instruct his march wardens in battle
strategy. There was much the ancient warrior could teach them, of
that there was no doubt.
"I believe I hear horses approaching," Erestor said as he rose and
walked over to the balcony that overlooked the courtyard below. The
full moonlight was more than enough light to see by and he waved a
warm welcome to Elladan who was leading the party through the
gateway.
"Shall we go and greet them?" he asked Galadriel who had come to
stand beside the advisor offering the lady his arm, much to
Glorfindel's surprise.
"Galadriel dear, I trust you are not trying to flirt with my lover?"
he asked with mock seriousness as he took her other arm.
"As attractive as Erestor is, he is nowhere near as beautiful as my
lord," she said, moving away to take Celeborn's arm allowing
Glorfindel to snake his arm around Erestor's waist.
The elder elves reached the steps leading to the courtyard jut as
the new arrivals dismounted and after a round of hugs and kisses
between the two generations, Celeborn stepped forward to offer a
greeting to the stunningly beautiful young kinsman he had seen last
as a babe in arms and who now reminded him of a young Thranduil.
"I am Celeborn and you are indeed your Adar's son. I am pleased to
meet you at last," he said as he enveloped Legolas in a warm embrace.
"And I am Galadriel," the lady said, placing a chaste kiss on a
fiercely blushing cheek.
"I am honoured to meet the lady who is even more beautiful than I
have heard," Legolas replied bowing slightly then taking Galadriel's
hand and lifting it to his lips.
"Is Adar waiting up for us?" Arwen asked, obviously eager to see
Elrond again.
"Nay, he has retired for the evening, but will see you all at the
morning meal," Glorfindel said as he stepped forward to introduce
himself to Legolas who, like so many before him, was instantly
impressed and charmed by the legendary Balrog slayer.
Arwen hid her disappointment behind a smile and urged her brothers
to help carry her numerous bags to her chambers leaving Legolas in
the care of Erestor and Glorfindel.
"Well met again, Legolas," Erestor said, seemingly the only one to
recognise that it was polite to bow respectfully to the elf who was
the son of a king even though he refused to be addressed by any
title.
"Indeed, well met, my lord Erestor. Mirkwood has missed your
presence, your visits are far too few," Legolas replied with genuine
affection for the advisor. Erestor graced him with a smile and a
slight bow in acknowledgement of the compliment.
"King Thranduil has also retired and has asked that Glorfindel and I
show you to your chambers. If you will follow me?"
"Thank you, my lord Erestor but it is imperative that I speak with
Adar now," Legolas replied with an urgency in his voice and eyes
that surprised the advisor. "It is a personal matter that can wait
no longer," the younger elf explained, not in the least swayed from
doing as he intended. "Please tell me where I can find Adar's
chambers."
Glorfindel drew Erestor aside and suggested he do as the agitated
young elf requested. When he discovered that Thranduil's guest
chamber was unoccupied, Legolas would likely think the king was
simply taking an evening walk or some such and would wait until the
morning to speak with his Adar. It was a sensible idea, and Erestor
nodded his agreement.
"This is your Adar's chamber," he said pointing to the closed door.
Without bothering to knock, Legolas walked into the darkened chamber.
"He is not here. Where is he?" he asked.
"Perhaps out for an evening walk, the summer nights are lovely and
the stars are singing sweetly tonight," Glorfindel said, thinking of
how he and Erestor might take advantage of the beauty of the evening
when they had discharged their duty to Legolas.
"Then I shall await his return," Legolas said as he made himself
comfortable by stretching out on the bed. Seeing he was not to be
deterred from his plans, Erestor and Glorfindel left him alone.
"He is a stubborn as Oropher was said to be. Come with me,"
Glorfindel whispered as he took Erestor's hand and lead him away
from their chambers and out into the garden. One look into his
lover's eyes was all the advisor needed to know a proposition when
he heard one.
"Don't I always," he replied suggestively as they disappeared into
the darkness.
**********
Legolas moved silently to the door and held it open just enough to
enable him to see when Glorfindel and Erestor were no longer in
sight. He slipped into the deserted passageway and made his way
soundlessly to the chamber next door that Erestor had mentioned
belonged to Lord Elrond and where he knew Thranduil was really to be
found.
Taking a deep breath as to gather as much courage as he might need,
he knocked softly on the door.
"Adar, it is I, Legolas. I must speak with you," he called.
Two pairs of eyes still drowsy from their interrupted reverie by the
knock on the door, widened with surprise and disbelief when the
identity of the unexpected visitor was revealed.
"Just a moment, Legolas," Thranduil called out as he hurriedly
donned a robe and, indicating for Elrond to remain where he was, he
walked into the outer chamber and opened the door to greet his son.
"What are you doing here, Legolas? Is something amiss in Mirkwood?"
Thranduil asked with concern that perhaps there had been raids by
orcs or increased attacks by the spiders that had were known to have
begun infesting the woods to the south.
"Nay, Perion has taken charge and is well capable of doing so as you
know. This is a personal matter that I can wait no longer to
discuss," Legolas replied.
"Are you having problems with your lover?" Thranduil asked, thinking
perhaps this was his son's problem.
"Not at all, are you?" The words were spoken in all seriousness but
the cheeky smirk did not go unnoticed even though Thranduil was
taken totally by surprise.
"How did you...what makes you think..?"
Taking pity on his Adar who, for the first time in Legolas's memory
was rendered almost speechless, the young elf answered the half
formed questions.
"Adar, I am no longer a child, nor am I innocent of the pleasures of
the flesh. There have been countless times over the years when I
came to speak with you late at night, only to find you writhing in
ecstatic dreams, moaning your lover's name, Elrond's name, in your
sleep. I knew not what it was when I was younger, but I do now. You
and Elrond wish to openly declare your love and that is why you sent
for me rather than return home, is it not?" Thranduil looked at his
son who had seemed to have grown so much in wisdom and maturity in
his eyes that he hardly recognised him. Here was a young elf, not
only his devoted son but a leader of warriors, and an undoubtedly
passionate lover.
"Why did you not speak of this sooner? Have we not always been able
to discuss anything?" Thranduil asked feeling a little hurt at the
apparent need for secrecy that Legolas felt.
"I know, but since I discovered that sharing the intimate details of
one's love life should only be done with one's lover, and I did not
wish to intrude on your privacy," Legolas explained.
"Until now. What has changed your mind?" Thranduil teased lightly.
Legolas smiled.
"Perion is much enamoured with Haldir and told me of the `erotic'
dance at the midsummer festival, and who the participants were... I
fear I missed an interesting experience."
"That steward of mine has far too much to say sometimes," Thranduil
said with some irritation.
"Only when there is an open bottle of Dorwinion on offer," Legolas
replied, trying to sound totally innocent, a trait Thranduil
realised his son had long since lost.
"Aye, as I have also discovered. So tell me, Legolas and what have
you to say about my love for Elrond, about him sharing my life, and
my bed?" Thranduil asked with total openness all the while watching
his son warily. Tears of joy and relief filling his eyes when
youthful arms hugged him close and a smile of total happiness and
acceptance radiated from the beautiful face.
"I am happy for you, Adar, so very happy that there are no words.
You deserve to be loved as I am by my soul mate. Are you going to
introduce me to your beloved or must I enter your bedchamber and do
so myself?" he asked, heading towards the connecting doorway.
"Since my beloved seems lost for words at the moment, perhaps I
should do so in his stead. I am Elrond Peredhel, Lord of Imladris
and more importantly, the keeper of your Adar's heart," the lord
said as he entered the chamber and moved to Thranduil's side. In an
act that was intimate in its familiarity, Elrond drew his arm about
his lover's shoulders, softly kissing the golden tresses that now
rested against under his chin. He looked up to meet Legolas's eyes
and allowed the young elf to search the grey depths within. Legolas
saw nothing but the light of soul deep love and affection shining
from Elrond's eyes as he bared his feelings for the younger elf to
see. He knew he did not need Legolas's approval, and even if he did,
he sensed that had already been granted unconditionally. What he
wanted was to allow his lover's son to see just how strong and deep
the bond was that he and Thranduil shared.
"I am very pleased to meet the one who makes Adar's life complete,"
Legolas said after a time. "Will you tell me how you met and fell in
love?"
"By all means, but I would like to only have to tell the tale once.
Can your curiosity wait until tomorrow to be satisfied? Until after
Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen learn what you already know?" Elrond
asked. It was a perfectly reasonable suggestion and Legolas nodded
his agreement, and then winked at Thranduil, intimating he suspected
there were other plans on Elrond's agenda for the evening.
"I will leave you two alone, I believe my love is waiting for
me...it has been weeks since we shared a nice soft bed." Legolas
said, ducking out of the reach of Thranduil's playful swat when the
elder blushed slightly at his son's sudden brazenness.
"Be gone you lusty child!" he ordered with a smile.
"Midsummer has had that effect on many in Imladris this year,"
Elrond observed dryly. "Before you go, may I ask whether my children
are also aware of our relationship?" Legolas shook his head.
"I think not, yet if they are they did not hear it from me although
it has been a difficult secret to keep. It seems that dear Erestor
believed that the news should come from our Adars and no one else
and so had requested that Perion instruct our warriors to keep their
silence. There was no mention of anything out of the ordinary,
except for curiosity as to why I was called to Imladris," Legolas
replied.
"And what did you offer as an explanation?" Thranduil asked.
"I merely told anyone who asked that you believed it was time I met
the Lord of Imladris and my distant kin from Lothlorien."
"Which is the truth, as far as it goes," Thranduil said unable to
stifle a yawn as the lack of much needed rest began to weigh
heavily.
"You are tired and it is time I left. Sleep well, if you do at all,
Adar," Legolas teased as he kissed Thranduil's cheeks. "And you too,
my lord," he said, turning his attention to his Adar's beloved.
"I think Elrond will suffice," the lord of Imladris said, his heart
pounding with joy as a single chaste kiss was bestowed on his cheek.
***************************
As much as he was loathe and somewhat disappointed to do so, Elrond
had to admit that there was an imperfection in Imladris in the form
of the swift and efficient spreading of gossip. After the dance on
the night of the Midsummer feast, everyone was well aware that their
lord had taken a lover and no doubt the Imladris guards who had
returned with the party from Mirkwood had already heard the news
from their comrades in the barracks. Having no desire for his
children to learn of his relationship with Thranduil in such an in
impersonal manner, Elrond had sent word for them take their morning
meal in private in the family dining chamber.
"Are you not joining us?" he asked Thranduil who had risen earlier
and was already dressed and looked ready to leave.
"Nay, I think that what you have to say to your sons and daughter is
best done without my presence," he replied as he walked over to the
bed and sat beside Elrond. He reached up to tenderly stroke his
beloved's cheek and smiled affectionately when he felt the soft
flesh lean into the touch.
"You are always with me," he whispered against the skin of
Thranduil's palm, teasing it lightly with his warm breath and his
tongue. Thranduil closed his eyes and allowed small appreciative
moan to escape before reluctantly taking hand away.
"Later for that, my love," he promised in answer to the desire he
saw in the smoky grey eyes. Elrond accepted the deferral with a
smile that did not fully conceal his unusual nervousness as his
thoughts turned to his children.
"I have never before felt so apprehensive about speaking with them,"
he admitted as he rose and began dressing.
"Then take heart from my love, and the favourable response we have
already received from Legolas," Thranduil replied as he moved in to
claim his lover's lips in a sweet yet lingering kiss.
"Are you joining your son for your morning meal?" Elrond asked when
the kiss finally ended.
"Aye and should you need me, I will be in the dining hall with not
only Legolas but his beloved captain as well as my warriors. I am
certain there is much news from Mirkwood to be discussed, and I also
have something important to tell them," he said favouring Elrond
with a knowing wink.
As they approached the dining chamber that was reserved for family
use, the lovers heard the distinctive sound of Elladan's voice. He
was speaking in lowered tones so they could not make out the words
and for an instant Elrond tensed, thinking perhaps his son had
already heard the gossip. His fears were dispelled a moment later
when the sounds of mirthful laughter were heard from within.
Nonetheless his hand hesitated as he reached for the door handle but
only until he felt his fingers being given a small squeeze of
encouragement. He turned to his lover and smiled seeking one last
kiss to settle his nerves, then straightened his shoulders and
strode confidently into the chamber. Alone in the hallway, Thranduil
listened with satisfaction to the very affectionate exchange of
greetings and then continued on to the main dining hall.
As he listened with great delight Arwen's animated account of her
first visit to Mirkwood, Elrond was amused to hear her tale
interspersed with anecdotes that usually involved some mischief
perpetrated by her brothers and Legolas. Although each story was
naturally vehemently denied with mock indignation and less than
sincere defence of their friend, Elrond knew there was much truth
in what Arwen was saying, and he was rather pleased that neither he
nor Thranduil had been there to witness an excess of `youthful
exuberance' as Glorfindel called the behaviour of the young ones.
"I trust you broke no hearts during the Midsummer celebrations,"
Elrond asked his sons, knowing how lusty they sometimes were and how
attractive they were to the maidens.
"Not as far as I am aware, nor did I incur the wrath of another's
lover," Elladan said staring pointedly at Elrohir who glared angrily
back.
Elrond decided not to pursue the matter further other than offering
Thranduil an apology for whatever grievances awaited his return to
Mirkwood as both were painfully aware he must do.
"I always made my intentions plain before seeking a dalliance,"
Elladan added with a shrug.
"As did I, but perhaps that is a question you should ask Arwen,"
Elrohir said to Elrond, exchanging a triumphant smirk with Elladan
at their sister's blushing cheeks.
"Aye, she was never without a dance partner, or someone to take her
for a walk in the forest," the elder twin teased.
"I was simply being treated as an honoured guest, and behaved as
such," Arwen replied indignantly. Elrond placed a comforting arm
around her shoulders to show he at least believed his daughter's
words and was rewarded with a kiss to his cheek.
"As were we, sweet sister. Speaking of honoured guests, are we to
assume from his sending for Legolas that King Thranduil is as
impressed with Imladris as you had hoped?" Elrohir asked curiously.
"Aye, he is enjoying his visit here very much, and although he is
indeed impressed with our home that is not the reason he sent for
his son," he replied, wisely not mentioning just how much he and
Thranduil were also enjoying each other. All three sensed a subtle
change in their Adar's demeanour as he spoke and they exchanged
concerned glances when they saw the hint of glittering darkness in
Elrond's eyes
"You look worried, is something amiss, Adar?" Elladan asked for them
all, apparently mistaking for anguish the lust that appeared in
Elrond's grey depths when the memory of his lover's early morning
promise flared briefly. The Lord of Imladris sighed heavily knowing
the moment of truth had arrived.
"Nay, all is well. Legolas was sent for because Thranduil and I have
an announcement to make that concerns him as well as you three,"
Elrond said pausing to wet his now very dry throat with a few sips
of herbal tea while is sons and daughter waited expectantly for him
to continue.
"What is it, Adar?" Arwen asked softly.
Elrond had spent many hours internally debating on how to deliver
the news. On the one hand he considered it would be best to speak
plainly and simply state the facts, but perhaps a better alternative
would be to offer some of his shared background with Thranduil as a
means of overcoming the surprise his revelation was certain to
elicit. He had also discussed the issue at length with Thranduil and
his opinion was that the news would either be accepted or rejected
no matter how it was said. He had also gently reminded Elrond that
his children were in fact adults, wise to the ways of the world and
deserved to be treated as such. Never one to avoid speaking openly,
Thranduil favoured presenting the truth in its simplest form
As he looked from the lovely young lady at his side who despite her
dark hair, was so much like her gentle naneth, to the brave,
handsome warriors his sons had become, Elrond accepted the wisdom of
his lover's words.
"Thranduil and I are bonded soul mates, as we have been since the
beginning of this Age." It was a direct statement, but spoken with
the voice of one who had loved and been loved so deeply and strongly
for millennia.
Elrond watched as each of his children digested the news and as he
expected, three pairs of eyes widened in total astonishment.
"You two are lovers?" Elladan asked his voice neutral and his face
devoid of emotion. When he so chose, his elder son could keep his
reactions hidden behind a closed mask, a trait he had perhaps
learned from Erestor, Elrond thought not for the first time..
"More than lovers, we share the one heart, the one soul," Elrond
replied, allowing his love for the golden haired king to shine in
his eyes for all to see.
"What of Nana? I thought you loved only her? How can you now love
him?" Arwen asked unable to keep the tears of hurt from falling and
the anger from her voice and as she moved as far away from Elrond as
possible he felt as if a knife had plunged into his heart.
"As difficult as you may find it to believe, I did, and still do
love Celebríían. She not only knew of my relationship with Thranduil
before we were wed but she accepted it and yet consented to be my
wife regardless," Elrond replied.
"Why marry when you were already in love, bonded with another?"
Elrohir, the most romantic of the siblings asked. Elrond looked at
his younger son and saw a hint of acceptance dancing amongst the
confusion in the eyes that were mirrors of his own.
The explanation was long and involved and Elrond left spared them no
detail, starting with the day he and Thranduil met for the first
time. He told of the friendship that endured the disapproval of
their lords and that quickly grew to something more as their hearts,
souls and bodies become one. He spoke of duty and responsibility to
their people, the choices he and his beloved were reluctantly forced
to make, and the pain of separation. He told of how he met and fell
in love with Celebríían and how much they desired and then cherished
the children they had brought into being.
"I am sorry, Adar. I find the thought of you with a male lover
disgusting and will never approve, even if Nana did!" Arwen spoke
with such vehemence that all three males looked at her in surprise.
"Erestor and Glorfindel are lovers, and you have never disapproved
of them," Elladan said, confused at sister's attitude.
"As are Legolas and his captain and you were happy to be in their
company," Elrohir added.
"That is different," Arwen said unreasonably although unable to deny
her own actions.
"I think the problem is not that my beloved is male, but that he is
not Celebrían. I am correct, am I not Arwen?" Elrond asked shaking
his head sadly and almost choking on his own unshed tears when Arwen
glared at him and nodded.
"I will never accept another in her place!" she declared angrily and
stormed from the chamber, venting some of her fury on the door by
slamming it closed. Elrond rose to follow his daughter but was
stopped by Celeborn's strong grip as he entered the hallway.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, forgoing any polite greeting
and then paying Celeborn no real attention as he watched Arwen's
lithe form disappear around the corner.
"Thranduil told me of your plans and some time ago Galadriel warned
me that it was possible our grandchildren might not be as accepting
of your relationship with Thranduil as Legolas has been. I thought I
would wander by and see if you needed some support," he replied.
"The Lady saw truly. Arwen is very upset. Let me go after her,"
Elrond said as he unsuccessfully tried to pull his arm out of
Celeborn's grasp.
"Leave her be for now, Elrond. Galadriel will speak with her. Go
back to your sons."
"Am I to expect the same disapproval from them?" a very disheartened
Elrond asked. Celeborn's compassionate clasp on his shoulder was the
only reply he received, and Elrond found himself wishing it was
Thranduil's hand that rested there instead. Closing his eyes for a
moment, he reached into his heart, seeking comfort in the love that
bound them with invisible mithril ties.
His calmness restored, Elrond returned to the dining chamber and
found his sons standing close together, deep in a discussion that
stopped as soon as they acknowledged their Adar's presence. Before
Elrond could form the words to ask what his sons thought of his
revelation, Elrohir moved quickly to his side and offered a warm
embrace.
"Adar, I admit what you have told us is a little difficult to accept
since we have never known you to be in love with anyone other than
Nana. Elladan and I need time to come to terms with Thranduil as
your long time lover, but never doubt that just as Nana did, we love
you and want you to be happy and content," Elrohir said affirming
his words with a kiss to Elrond's cheek.
"Aye," agreed Elladan, following his brother's example.
"Thank you both, your words have eased the pain in my heart
somewhat," Elrond said managing a small smile then kissing them both
in return.
"Perhaps this will help," Elladan said as he moved to the cabinet
that was used to store the dinner wine and pouring them all a
cup. "For medicinal purposes," he grinned in response to Elrond's
raised eyebrow that plainly said it was far too early in the day to
drinking wine.
"Does Legolas know?" Elrohir asked as the three settled in the more
comfortable armchairs that formed a half circle near the unlit
fireplace.
"Aye, in fact he already knew, as he told us last night when he came
to my chamber looking for Thranduil," Elrond replied unable to keep
his delight at the younger elf's total acceptance from his voice.
The full meaning of his words was not lost on the brothers and
Elrohir decided it was time to enjoy a little fun at Elrond's
expense.
"I hope he did not interrupt anything. interesting," he remarked,
wriggling his eyebrows suggestively and smirking when he noticed a
faint pink tinge on Elrond's cheeks.
"Elrohir! Do not be so disrespectful of Adar's privacy, although no
doubt we will all certainly need to be more mindful of a closed
bedchamber door in future," Elladan warned with an admirable amount
of decorum that vanished when they both burst out .laughing at the
now very flushed cheeks and the redness that had travelled all the
way to Elrond's ears.
"Perhaps we should ask Erestor to ensure the lock works properly
since he and Glorfindel seemed to have installed quite a few over
the years," Elrohir responded referring to the many chambers the
advisor and seneschal used for their trysts, a fact well known to
all, Elrond included. Nevertheless, he gasped with surprise at the
comment and thought only of the locked door Thranduil, in his need
to take Elrond, had broken down the day he arrived in Imladris.
Surely his sons could not have heard about the incident, unless
Haldir, who had been given the chamber, had mentioned it to Perion?
Elrond thought not, and tried to will away the slight hardness in
his leggings that was becoming aroused by memories of that erotic
encounter.
"Aye, but if Legolas's lustful nature is just a reflection of
Thranduil's, then perhaps we should simply place a guard outside
Adar's door!" Elrohir said as he wiped the tears of mirth from his
eyes.
"Only if we provide the poor Elf with cotton for his ears! All that
moaning coming from Legolas's chambers was very. loud!" Elladan
added. Both were now howling with laughter and neither noticed that
Elrond, drained his cup of wine in one mouthful and left the dining
chamber, suddenly in desperate need of his lover's arms.
************************
Elrond entered the main dining hall and as the laughter of the
Mirkwood Elves echoed throughout the chamber, he sighed heavily and
with some irritation at the mirthful mood every elf in Imladris
appeared to be in this morning. The pain of Arwen's anger had
darkened his mood and his sons' teasing had left him with a desire
for his lover. He felt much better as soon as their eyes met and
Thranduil greeted him with the smile that was reserved for Elrond
alone. He quickly crossed the chamber to the table where Thranduil
was sitting with arms extended in a wordless invitation for an
embrace that was eagerly accepted.
"I need you," Elrond whispered, relaxing slightly against the firm
body as he felt Thranduil's soft kisses on his brow.
"I am here always. I take it your talk did not go well?" the king
surmised, leaning back a little and tilting Elrond's head upwards
with a gentle finger beneath his chin so that he could kiss his
lover's lips.
"It was not as bad as I feared, but I do not wish to discuss the
subject in public," Elrond said, reminding Thranduil that many eyes
were watching them curiously. They had long overcome their
reluctance to openly display affection towards one another, but
Elrond's current emotional turmoil was a private matter. Thranduil
nodded his understanding, and hand in hand they left the dining hall
and returned to their chamber.
As soon as the door was closed, Elrond began an almost frenzied
assault on Thranduil's lips as he pushed his willing lover back
towards the bed. For several delicious minutes they allowed their
passion to engulf them until finally the need for air forced them
apart. Taking Elrond in his arms, Thranduil held him close and
whispered breathlessly into his ear.
"Tell me what happened."
Always efficient with words when required, Elrond quickly described
the reactions his announcement had provoked. Thranduil was concerned
with Arwen's attitude, which he admitted was much he had suspected
it might be, but he could not help but laugh at the teasing Elrond
endured from his sons.
"They are both incorrigible and so are you," Elrond muttered, his
poorly feigned annoyance eliciting a snort of amusement from
Thranduil who easily sensed his lover had at least temporarily
finished discussing his children in favour of a more pleasurable
pursuit.
"One of the many reasons you love me, no doubt, as is this," he
replied, grinning smugly as Elrond whimpered and arched into the
strong grip that suddenly enveloped his fully aroused cock.
"Aye, your talented hands are certainly one of your more attractive
qualities," the writhing lord agreed huskily, his thrusts matching
the rhythm of the strokes up and down his heated flesh.
"Ai, as is your tongue," he moaned as fingers were replaced by a
warm moistness licking his length.
"By the Valar, and your mouth," he gasped as he was swallowed deep
into his lover's mouth only to be undone as soon as he felt the
touch of teeth raking softly along his hardness.
"And your delicious taste is one of the reasons I love you,"
Thranduil said, licking a stray droplet from his lips after
releasing Elrond from his mouth once his orgasm had subsided. "Are
you feeling better, now?" he asked needlessly, receiving a searing
kiss in reply.
"Aye, but I would feel even better if you made love with me," Elrond
said as he reached for the oil, pouring some into Thranduil's hand
before he guided it towards the tight opening between his spread
legs.
As he was being prepared to be entered, Elrond began slowly coating
his lover's rigid member, whispering sweet nonsense that was
punctuated with long passionate kisses. No words of permission or
readiness were needed between two who were so much a part of each
other and they were soon moving as one in the act of tender yet
passionate intimacy that culminated in mutual pleasure and cries of
ecstasy as release was found in the harmony of their heart's song.
**********
It was several minutes after Elrond's silent departure before his
absence was noted by his sons who had remained siting in the
armchairs, their backs to the door.
"Elladan, Adar is no longer here. Do you think we may have taken the
teasing a little too far?" Elrohir asked after looking around the
dining chamber and finding Elrond nowhere in sight after wrongly
assuming that he had returned to the table to finish his meal.
"He looked more than a little embarrassed so I hope we did not hurt
his feelings," Elladan replied uncertainly, thinking that was
exactly what had happened.
"We must have. Should go and look for him and apologise?" Elrohir
asked as he made his way to the open door only to find his way was
barred by two very dishevelled Elves who looked as if they had spent
the night outdoors, which they had indeed, having fallen asleep in
the gardens after some lusty lovemaking beneath the stars.
"I do not think he would appreciate that at present," Glorfindel
said as he strolled into the chamber and helped himself to some tea,
thoughtfully pouring Erestor a cup as well.
"Why not? Is he with his lover?" Elladan asked, his forthright
question catching his elders off guard. "Aye, he told us," he
affirmed when Glorfindel raised his eyebrow in silent query.
"I imagine that came as quite a shock to you, as it did to us all,"
Erestor informed them with obvious affection in the voice he used
when speaking to the ones he loved as sons.
"You did not know?" Elrohir asked, his eyes wide with astonishment
when Erestor's comment finally registered. Nothing happened in
Imladris without the wily advisor's knowledge, or so he had always
believed.
"Nay, not until the day Thranduil arrived here, much to my beloved's
disgust," Glorfindel replied for Erestor who shot him a look that
warned of revenge and which earned him a kiss from his playful lover.
"How did you react to the news?" Erestor asked Elladan, speaking
seriously yet managing to enjoy the warm touch of Glorfindel's
fingers on his neck.
"We were overwhelmed at first and neither of us is certain how we
feel at the moment, but no matter what we decide, we have agreed not
to spoil Adar's happiness. Arwen on the other hand is very upset and
refuses to accept the situation," Elladan explained.
"She and Celebrían were very close and she misses her Nana very
much," Erestor commented.
"No more than Elladan and I do," Elrohir protested.
"I did not mean to imply that was the case, I was simply pointing
out why she might feel hurt and angry," Erestor said, placating the
younger twin with his words and a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Aye she certainly left in a rage but hopefully our grandmother has
calmed her down by now," Elladan added.
"That is comforting to hear, and in answer to your question, aye,
Elrond is with Thranduil. We were just passing the main dining hall
and stopped to speak with Legolas who informed us that your adars
had left to discuss something in private," Erestor replied
distractedly as he watched Glorfindel select a ripe peach from the
basket on the table. His lover took a large bite of the juicy
flesh before claiming the advisor's lips and sharing the sweet
tasting fruit. Erestor returned the favour in kind and soon they
were lost in what could be called nothing other than seduction.
"Speaking of privacy, if you will excuse us, Erestor and I need to
bathe and have other business to attend to, but we shall join you in
the dining hall for the noon meal," Glorfindel said as he wrapped an
arm around Erestor's waist and led him from the chamber.
"Are those two never satisfied? Do they ever stop?" Elladan
enquired, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he watched the lovers
pause in the doorway for another
kiss.
"Only when Glorfindel is away I expect," Elrohir answered absently
as he poured them both some more wine. "Elladan, has it occurred to
you that we are overlooking one important detail in regards to
Adar?"
"What do you mean?" Elladan asked, unable as yet to fathom what was
on Elrohir's mind.
"I think we should have a word or two with our secretive Mirkwood
friend," Elrohir replied in a decidedly less than friendly
manner. "Legolas must have known about this situation for some time
yet said nothing."
"And you are understandably curious as to why he did not share the
information that we surely had a right to know," Elladan said,
completing his brother's thoughts and voicing his unspoken anger at
their friend.
***************
As expected, Legolas was to be found at the archery range, but
rather than practicing, he was sitting beneath one of the nearby
trees, speaking with Haldir. He had delivered a letter to the march
warden and had just finished telling him a tale about Perion when
they were joined by Elladan and Elrohir. After exchanging greetings,
and sensing that the twins wished to speak with Legolas alone,
Haldir took his leave, eager to read the missive from his lover.
"How long have you known that our adars were in love?" Elladan asked
coming straight to the point while making certain Legolas heard the
displeasure in his tone of voice.
"Perion told me about the Midsummer dance when he returned to
Mirkwood," Legolas replied as if that was explanation enough. In
truth he had no intention of revealing details about his Adar's
intimate moments that he had occasionally inadvertently witnessed.
He would never tell of the times late at night that he heard the
moans of need and Elrond's name whispered with love as Thranduil
pleasured himself with his own hand.
"We heard nothing of that, what happened?" Elladan asked, more
determined than ever to find out what Legolas was not saying.
"After the traditional dance, in which our adars participated,
Elrond announced that he and Adar had been lovers for many
centuries," Legolas replied knowing there was more to it than that,
as did Elrohir.
"Do you mean that erotic one that was more like lovemaking than
dancing? The one that you and your lover performed at the Midsummer
feast in Mirkwood?" Elrohir asked. Like most of the onlookers, both
he and Elladan had become highly aroused as they watched the
warrior's dance.
"Aye, according to Perion they chose to dance as lovers rather than
warriors, and finished the dance in the same manner as my beloved
and I did," Legolas admitted, blushing slightly as he recalled the
exquisite release he and his captain had experienced that night, in
front of all who cared to watch.
"Adar would never behave in such an unseemly fashion," Elladan
declared confidently, refusing to believe what he had just heard.
"Haldir or even Lord Celeborn will attest to the truth in my words,"
Legolas replied with a hint of anger that diminished rapidly when
Elrohir spoke.
"I wish I had been here to see Adar lost in the throes of passion
with his lover, it sounds so romantic," sighed the younger
twin. "Why did you not tell us sooner?"
"Perion and his warriors were under instructions to keep their
silence so that we would hear the news from our own adars. When I
realised our Steward was hiding something from me, I am afraid I
took advantage of the fact that his tongue is easily loosened by
wine and soon learned the truth. I did not tell you two or Arwen
because I believed it was Elrond's right to do so and because I did
not wish my dear Perion to unfairly earn Adar's wrath."
"Well at least there was honour in your silence but I fear that
Arwen will be even less inclined to accept Adar's lover when she
hears of this," Elladan said with a regretful sigh.
"That will cause both Elrond and Adar pain that will fortunately be
lessened somewhat by your acceptance and happiness for them, if that
is what you are offering?" Legolas asked with some trepidation.
"Aye, as you say, we only want Adar to be happy," Elrohir replied
with a smile.
*****************
"I think every Elf in Imladris has decided to partake of the noon
meal," Elrond whispered to Thranduil who looked around the large
hall and nodded his agreement.
"Aye, there is not a vacant seat at any table. I suppose that
curiosity over the reactions of our offspring has more to do with
the increased attendance, rather than an appreciation of the fine
food your cooks prepare," he said with a long suffering sigh.
"Did you expect anything else from this nosey lot?" Glorfindel asked
rather more loudly than necessary.
"Mind your manners Glorfindel!" Erestor warned as he lightly slapped
his lover's arm.
"Feeling a little playful again are we, love? Have you a few spare
moments after we finish here?" was the seneschal's reply. Erestor
rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the seductive wink, instead
nodding a greeting to Elladan and Elrohir who smiled warmly as they
took their places either side of Elrond and Thranduil.
Legolas was only a few steps behind, but before he sat down, he
strode to the head of the table and greeted Thranduil in his usual
manner with a chaste kiss. In an act that was both sincere and meant
to dispel any doubts as to his feeling about the lovers, he then
bestowed a similar kiss on Elrond's cheek as he had done during his
early morning visit.
The happily smiling couple exchanged a brief kiss, causing Elladan
and Elrohir to groan loudly.
"They are as bad as Erestor and Glorfindel," Elladan whispered to
his brother. However, since he had to lean in front of his Adar and
Thranduil to do so, his remark was easily heard by both.
"And just as insatiable, are we not my love?" Thranduil asked Elrond
who replied by lightly nipping the sensitive tip of his lover's ear.
"I am pleased to see that my grandsons and my young kinsman have
accepted your relationship with the maturity of their years,"
Celeborn said, smiling at the affectionate teasing.
"I only wish Arwen felt the same," Elrond replied, his own smile
fading as he recalled his daughter's harsh words and unforgiving
attitude that even Galadriel had not been able to change. Arwen was
even more stubborn than Celebrían had been, to Elrond's way of
thinking.
The Lady had spoken at length with Arwen, pointing out that even
Celebrían had believed that Thranduil had every right to claim
Elrond's love, that if anyone should feel betrayed it was the
Mirkwood King and Elrond, since both had taken wives although they
were already bonded.
Arwen had refused to accept this argument, just as she refused to
listen when Galadriel bluntly stated that no child had the right to
dictate to, or judge her parent's private lives. Instead she had
asked permission to stay in Lothlorien where her memories of
Celebrían were still very much alive. Elrond had sought the comfort
of Thranduil's arms after reluctantly agreeing to his daughter's
request.
Nonetheless his heart was heavy as he realised that even now the two
women were packing for the long journey ahead.
****************************
Galadriel smiled when she heard the determined knock on the door and
moved quickly to open it to stand face to face with the one she knew
was standing outside.
"I wish to speak with Arwen. alone," he stated, his gaze unflinching
as he allowed the far seeing Lady to look into his inner self.
"I know, and perhaps you can succeed where I have not," she replied,
apparently satisfied with whatever she had learned. "I promised
Celeborn a walk in the gardens, so I will leave you two to alone.
Arwen is out on the balcony, try not to give in to the temptation to
cast her over the wall should she become insufferable," she said
laughing softly at her jesting words as she reached up to brush
Thranduil's cheek with her lips in a gesture of both affection and
encouragement.
"Thank you, my Lady, I will certainly show the same restraint I
sense you have in this situation," he teased in return, the smile on
his lips the same one that had charmed many a maid over the years.
Unfortunately this was unlikely to sway Arwen in her present state
of anguish as they both acknowledged with a knowing glance.
"I believe we need to talk, Arwen," Thranduil said as he stepped out
onto the balcony. Arwen turned to face her unexpected visitor, her
stormy grey eyes widening with surprise and then fury as she turned
angrily away.
"I have nothing to say to you, my lord," she said, her voice as cold
as the icy Mid-winter winds and her cutting sarcasm making the
salutation sound like an insult.
"As you wish, but since I know that Erestor must have taught you to
be polite to your elders, at least do me the courtesy of listening
to what I have to say," he stated with a hardness in his own voice
that enhanced the aura of strength and majesty that surrounded him
and warned Arwen that she was dealing with an Elf who was in no way
intimidated by her childish manner.
"I will listen," she replied with as much indifference as she dared
in the face of such a fearsome Elf.
"Despise me, ignore me, and offer me nothing but disrespect to your
heart's content, for I truly care not how you choose to treat me.
All I care about is ensuring that you cease to cause Elrond pain,"
Thranduil stated bluntly.
"I can not accept you as his lover," Arwen replied, trying to sound
defiant but succeeding only with choking on the tears that were
beginning to fall freely at being spoken to in such an unforgiving
and brutal manner.
"Then you dishonour Celebrían's wishes and you show nothing but
disrespect for the sanctity of a bond formed with the blessing of
the Valar. Have you so little love for Elrond that you can not allow
him the happiness and love that he has so long been denied?" Arwen's
eyes widened in shock at these accusations and shook her head in
denial.
"I love both Nana and Adar so much that I can not bear the thought
of you in her place, or in her bed," she whispered, the blush in her
cheeks taking the edge off her brazen last words.
"I am not taking Celebrían's place in his heart; I am reclaiming
mine, just as Elrond has reclaimed his in my own heart, and we
shared our bodies and our bed long before your parents ever met, not
that such is any of your concern," Thranduil replied just as
brazenly and with a hint of triumph for a battle already won as far
as he was concerned.
"I can not deny my own feelings," Arwen said, her eyes almost
begging Thranduil to understand, and he did.
"Neither can I, nor do I want to. Arwen you must realise that the
ties of love that bind Elrond and I will last forever, that with or
without your blessing we will be together as lovers until the end of
time," he said with a warmth and tenderness that was so incongruous
with his current cold attitude that, as much as she hated to admit
it, Arwen could not deny Thranduil's love ran much deeper and
stronger than anything she had witnessed between her parents.
"Then what do you expect me to do? I will not deceive Adar into
believing I accept your relationship," she stated adamantly.
Thranduil allowed a small smile to curve his lips at the fiery young
maid who reminded him so much of Legolas's naneth.
"It would be so very wrong of you to try. All I ask.and all he needs
from you is for you to give him back your love. Can you not see the
pain in his eyes each time you speak in anger or turn away from him?
Leave Imladris now if you must, but promise him you will miss him
and that you will not wait too long to return."
"Those words are nothing but the truth, for me . and for you as
well, are they not?" she replied with sudden insight. Despite his
outward show of emotional control, Thranduil was also in pain, not
because of the tension between herself and Elrond, but because he
was facing another kind of heartbreak in the near future.
"Aye, as much as we wish it were otherwise, Elrond and I are still
bound by our responsibilities to our realms and I must return to
Mirkwood as soon as possible. Our separation will be particularly
hard to bear this time but for the knowledge that we will soon meet
again."
There was such a melancholy quality to Thranduil's voice that
Arwen's eyes filled with tears at the ache that she sensed reached
to his very soul.
"I will make my peace with Adar, because I do love him dearly, but
perhaps it would be easier for us all if I travelled to Lothlorien
when you are visiting Imladris," she said with as much compassion as
she could muster in the face of her own agony. It was very little,
and all she could offer, but it was enough.
"That arrangement will be satisfactory, but you need not go to
Lothlorien now, in fact I ask that you stay to comfort Elrond, for I
leave the day after tomorrow," Thranduil said taking the
outstretched hand that was offered and daring to place a light kiss
on the back of Arwen's fingers to seal their agreement.
*************
Elrond's joy and relief at his reconciliation with Arwen was
overshadowed by the loneliness and despair that followed Thranduil's
departure. The lovers had spent their last day together alone in
their chamber, making love and memories enough to last until their
promised meeting in Mirkwood for the following Midsummer
celebrations, but after only a few days of waking up alone, Elrond
decided he could not wait that long and he began to make plans.
Well before the first snow fell and blocked the pass through the
Misty Mountains, the Lord of Imladris, accompanied by his sons and
as many guards as Glorfindel could spare for an extended visit,
prepared to make their way to Mirkwood for the Yule festivities.
"Why are you not leading the escort?" Arwen asked Glorfindel, when
she had finished waving farewell to the travellers as they rode
through the stone archway.
"Your brothers are more than capable of performing in that capacity,
and someone must remain behind to guard Imladris from the tyrant in
black robes who is now in charge," the seneschal answered lightly,
causing Arwen to giggle at his unflattering, but accurate
description of Erestor, at least as far as most Elves in Imladris
were concerned.
"A tyrant am I? Such disrespect deserves punishment and I expect to
see you in the office forthwith, Seneschal," Erestor replied
sternly, turning on his heel and striding back towards the house.
"Which office in particular when there are so many to chose from?"
Glorfindel asked as he hurried to catch up with his lover who
obligingly stopped walking so that he could press their bodies
together in a crushing embrace.
"Surely you know the answer to that? I thought we decided that
Elrond's desk was just the right height for me when you were bent
over it," Erestor replied, winking suggestively as he began unlacing
Glorfindel`s tunic so that he could trace a line down his beloved's
chest with his tongue.
Fevered kisses and touches were wordlessly exchanged as they
hurriedly made their way to Elrond's office where, with a single
sweep of his muscular arm, Glorfindel cleared he desk top. Erestor
watched with lust darkened eyes while his now naked lover bent over
to check the height before making further comment.
"Aye so it is," he said, referring to the height. "If this is the
kind of punishment you have in mind for me, then I expect to be very
badly behaved for a very long time, possibly forever," Glorfindel
declared before claiming Erestor's lips in another searing kiss that
only served to fully ignite their ever simmering desire for one
another.
"Definitely forever, my love," Erestor sighed happily as he dropped
his black robes carelessly to the floor and kicked them aside as he
walked back to the door and turned the shiny new key in the freshly
oiled lock.
END