Title: 'The Voyeurism Trilogy': Part 1, 'The Voyeurism of Luthien'
Author: Celeborn's Concubine
Pairing: Celeborn/Daeron, implied Daeron/Luthien
Rating: M
WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT M/M CONTENT- IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS SORT OF THING DON'T READ IT (DUH!)
I had written this some time ago to be posted on another site which allows for higher ratings, so I might be stretching the M a wee bit...but I've read plenty of stuff that does likewise on so don't take your ire out on me.
Summary: Luthien is bored, and seeks out her cousin Celeborn, hoping that he can provide some entertainment…
Author's Notes: This is just a short story, its main aim being to practice setting the scene. It is told exclusively from Luthien's point of view, and I have tried my best to be accurate in all the imagery I have created. Feedback of a gentle and instructive nature is very welcome.
Thanks to: Oli for the beta (thank you!) Any remaining mistakes are entirely my own.
If immortality had any flaw it was that it was boring. Very boring. Very very boring. It would not be so bad, Luthien mused, if she was allowed an occasional change of routine. But the same thing day after day, year after year, decade after decade, century after century…it was simply unbearable!
Her mother and her maidens were no help. When she complained of boredom her mother suggested she find a new, more challenging pattern to embroider, or have a turn on her mother's new loom. Melian was far too taken with the wondrous machine to notice when her daughter rolled her eyes.
Her father was no better. He would insist on taking her hunting, spear-fishing, or on long and pointless treks through the forest which, surprise, surprise, looked just like any other bit of forest.
Now these things might be fun to her father and her guffawing kinsmen, but Luthien could do without the dirt, scrapes, scratches, bruises and occasional sprained appendage caused by such activities. She couldn't see why the menfolk seemed to like hurting themselves, but she didn't share in their enthusiasm. Although, once she was hurt, it was pleasant to have them all flock about, anxious and miserable, and willing to do anything she asked in order that she might feel better.
Especially Daeron. He was the most attentive, except for maybe her cousin Celeborn, who had been there to watch and guide her for as long as she could remember. When she was younger he had been the best at finding her new and exciting things to do. It was he who had suggested to her father that they teach her how to swim- which had been an excellent diversion one particularly hot summer- and how to ride a horse. She still remembered clinging to the mane of the giant beast he had brought to her (which, when she was older, only came up to her waist) as he walked it around and around in circles under the dappled leaf-shade.
Now, that was an idea! A long ride amongst the trees might amuse her for an hour or two, if she could search out her cousin, and Daeron too, who was his close friend, and most attractive…
Determined now to find the pair and some entertainment for the afternoon, Luthien marched resolutely to Celeborn's rooms, which, inconveniently, were as far as they could be from hers without leaving the general area assigned to the royal family. She was hot and bothered by the time she got there and spent some minutes smoothing her hair and dress, and catching her breath.
Leaning against the cool, smoothly polished wood of Celeborn's door she closed her eyes and enjoyed the peace and quiet. There was a pleasant smell coming from within, honey and spice. It was cinnamon, she decided as she found herself planning what she would say. More than a little in awe of her cousin, she had rarely sought out Celeborn here before and was just a little nervous when she raised her hand to knock on the door.
Before her hand met the wood, however, there came a great yelp from within. Alarmed, and fearing her cousin had hurt himself somehow Luthien pushed open the door and dashed inside. She found herself in a study of sorts. The walls were lined with shelves, covered in scrolls, books, quills, charcoal, spare parchment, bottles of ink in every colour, sparkling rocks, leaves, dried flowers, and one lurking spider (though she didn't think Celeborn had put that there, she knew he hated spiders). Big, squashy, comfortable chairs took up most of the floor, except for where a heavy, old-looking desk sat against one wall. Taking all of this in at a glance she made her way to the other side of the room (banging her hip painfully on the desk as she went) to where the door to Celeborn's bedroom stood ajar.
She was about to burst through to her cousin's rescue (perhaps there was an even bigger spider inside? Perhaps it was on the door and had him trapped?) when she heard husky murmuring and a low, masculine laugh. Stepping to the door she put her ear to the wood, noting that the smell of honey and cinnamon was stronger here, and listened carefully.
"I have some ice, if you want it?"
"Nay…do it again?"
That deep, low laugh thrummed delightfully through the air again and after a moment's pause she heard a gasp and a soft moan.
Confused, Luthien inched her way around until she could peer through the crack between wall and door. What she saw stunned her.
The room was lit with low, buttery candlelight. A large, inviting bed stood in the middle of the floor, and draped across it were two shirtless elves, Celeborn lying on his back, his silver hair fanned beautifully across the satin pillows, and another, dark-haired elf, sitting on the side of the bed with his back to her. He was holding a large, lit candle in his hand- and Luthien realised it was this, and the many other candles about the room giving off the delicious smell- and as she watched he held it over Celeborn's chest and tipped, so a great drop of hot wax fell onto one dark, pebbled nipple. Celeborn hissed softly, arching his back, but then he relaxed and his hiss turned to a soft purr. It appeared that this was what had caused her cousin to yelp before.
Chuckling, the other elf leant forward and his dark, silky hair hid her cousin from view, but their quiet murmurs told Luthien that they were kissing, intimately, Before she could reason out why her cousin was hidden away in his room, half-undressed and doing very odd things with another ellon, the dark-haired elf sat up, sat the candle on the beside table and straddled her cousin in one graceful move. He bent in for another kiss, rocking his hips slightly, and a twin moan echoed through the room. Luthien felt a great throb of lust run through her body and felt her cheeks flush. She wished she could see the other ellon's face. All her plans about asking Celeborn to go riding were forgotten as she arranged herself slightly more comfortably and settled down to watch.
Eventually the kiss ended and the dark-haired elf slid off the bed and onto his feet. Celeborn, panting, gazed imploringly at him, and some soft word was exchanged- Luthien though it might have been "please", but she wasn't sure. It was only then that she realised that Celeborn's hands were bound above his head with what looked like a silk scarf. He watched as the other moved about the room, collecting several items, and his face flushed. His eyes glittered darkly as the other elf stood beside the bed to remove his snug breeches- and Luthien, finally able to get a look at his face, saw that it was Daeron, and marveled at how beautiful he was, standing naked with the candlelight causing his skin to be washed in a sheen of rippling gold. Strong hands reached for Celeborn's hips, raising them, and then Celeborn's leggings too were gone, and somehow he'd been flipped over so that he lay partially on his side and partially on his belly, his arms extended awkwardly above his head.
Luthien had no idea what Daeron was doing, and apparently Celeborn didn't either. She could see him craning his neck this way and that, fruitlessly trying to discover what the other elf was doing. Eventually it became apparent that Daeron was looking for something which he found in the pocket of a shirt lying on the floor- his, presumably.
"I hope you brought the right one this time. The other had me stinging for a week."
Celeborn sounded amused, but Luthien caught the slightly anxious note in his voice. Daeron patted his rump gently as he walked around to kneel on the bed in front of the bound elf. "Of course I did. I swear to you, this is specially made for the very purpose. In strawberry flavour, apparently."
"In what?"
But Daeron was no longer listening- Luthien watched bemused as he tipped what she now realised to be a little bottle and poured a small amount of something gloopy onto the tips of his fingers. His elegant, musician's hand reached out to rub the gloop onto the silver-haired elf's nipple, which caused Celeborn to inhale sharply. He seemed uncomfortable, but his companion, leaning forward like some great cat, began to lap at the spot, teasing the already perky nipple with lips, teeth and tongue. Celeborn squirmed, but Luthien soon saw that it was in pleasure, not pain, and decided she needn't come to her cousin's rescue just yet.
Both had pleasantly flushed cheeks when Daeron raised his head. He smiled coyly at his lover before proclaiming, "I've never known strawberries to taste so awful."
Celeborn looked as if he didn't know whether to be offended or amused, but Daeron was already re-arranging himself so that he was now kneeling close to Celeborn's head. He leant back, his swelling member gripped carefully in one hand, and with the other proceeded to rub the strawberry goo all over himself, causing his member to glisten enticingly. Luthien, a little surprised, found she was actually licking her lips. She saw Celeborn's lips quirk in a small smile as he watched, dark eyes sparkling lustfully, and bent his head immediately to the task when Daeron huskily invited him to "try for himself".
It was truly breathtaking. Her cousin's kiss-darkened lips slid easily over the minstrel's proud flesh, taking in more and more of the slender shaft at each bob of the gleaming silver head. Daeron's own head was thrown right back, his long, dark hair spilling down to the small of his back. The ends swayed seductively with each slight thrust of his hips. His eyes were closed, dark lashes fluttering, and urgent, passionate little mews bubbled from his lips.
With a visible shudder and audible gasp he collected himself slightly, opening his eyes and gazing down at his silvery lover. "Look at me," he commanded, and Celeborn did, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. Luthien felt a thrill, a pale echo of their pleasure, thrum down her spine at the sheer intensity of the intimacy of their gaze when their eyes met.
If only somebody would share looks like that with her!
It seemed over all too soon, when Daeron reluctantly pulled away, connected to Celeborn's lips for a moment by a glistening strand of saliva. "Very elegant, my love," he murmured as he wiped it away with a gentle hand. Celeborn smiled.
"You're not finished."
"Not yet. How did you find the strawberries?"
"Disgusting. But perhaps it is an acquired taste? I should need to try more to be certain."
The minstrel laughed warmly, rolling inelegantly over the other elf to snuggle up behind him. "Very greedy, you are. I have other plans in mind."
As he spoke he ran those wonderful hands over Celeborn's buttocks, spreading the firm flesh and kneading it forcefully. "We need not taste them, hmmm?"
"Aye," her cousin purred. She could see his swollen member leaking from where she sat, and his voice was thick with anticipation. "Let us by no means disrupt your plans."
The bottle was reclaimed from where it nestled amongst the sheets. Luthien could not properly see what Daeron was doing, and dared not seek a better view lest she be discovered, but it seemed that a liberal application of the strawberry flavoured lubricant was being made to her cousin's behind, which he seemed to be enjoying. Soft gasps escaped him and his body would course with shudders. She understood eventually that the minstrel was sliding those clever fingers deep inside Celeborn, twisting and rubbing at his insides.
When it seemed that the silver-haired elf must burst with pleasure the fingers were withdrawn. Though she did not realise it, Luthien held her breath while they fastened softly to her cousin's thigh, raising his leg and holding it there. Celeborn was trembling, pleading softly to be allowed to touch himself, but the minstrel ignored him. Coating his shaft once more with the sticky strawberry goo, he positioned the head of his cock and slid deep inside her cousin with a slow thrust of his hips.
Both elves on the bed exhaled deeply, and Luthien allowed herself to do the same. The looks of rapture on their handsome faces alone were enough to undo her. But soon Daeron was moving, and Celeborn's low, whimpering groans, the sweet scents of the candles and lubricant mingled came flooding in on her too, and she soared on a stolen shred of their ecstasy.
Those fine, skillful fingers were not long idle. Leaving Celeborn to keep his leg out of the way himself, Daeron took her cousin's shaft in his hand. He stroked in time with his slow, powerful thrusts, swiping his thumb across the weeping head. The silver beauty bound to the bed bucked with pleasure, gasping and pleading nonsensically. Luthien dared to imagine the same skilful pleasuring visited on her and felt herself shudder. To watch was over-powering enough.
Whether it was a few minutes or eternity she never knew, but eventually Celeborn ended with a guttural groan; seed as silver as his hair spilling over Daeron's moving hand. The minstrel himself seemed to freeze over her suddenly limp cousin, and with two short, almost puzzled, grunts he was finished.
The sudden quiet and their intimate nuzzling made Luthien feel a voyeur in a way she hadn't until any point up until now. Ashamed, and inflamed in a way she'd never been before, she rose on cat's feet and hurriedly took her leave before they should discover her presence. Her last glimpse was of Daeron tenderly untying Celeborn's hands, and pressing each wrist reverently to his lips…
The evening was beautiful. Luthien sat and admired from her favourite garden as the last of the light faded, and reflected on the days events. Her mind was so focused inwards that she missed the soft tread of elven boots on the grass, and only realised she was no longer alone when her visitor cleared his throat.
Angry, she looked up, prepared to scold the intruder for interrupting her musings, but it was Daeron, and - Valar help her! - she could not help but blush. Though he was neatly dressed she could not help but remember his naked skin under the candlelight…
Distressed, lest he discern her thoughts from her expression, she lowered her heated face- only to realise he was carrying a bowl of strawberries.
"My lady?" he asked her softly in a pleasant, amused voice. "Would you like to try one for yourself?"
