Title: Falling into Temptation.
Chapter/ Part: II
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web Page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Mnnn... I'm not gonna tell you... Keep reading and you'll find out :o)
Rating: R / NC17
Summary: After the previous night, Elrohir is having trouble concentrating on anything except his blond tutor.
Disclaimer: I don't own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: A very ancient being is tempted by a very young one. If the age issues bother you, stop here... plus... explicit sex, (No Elrohir/ Glorfindel...Yet)
Author's notes: According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in human standards.
Elvish Translations: Meleth Nîn: My love. Naneth: Mother.
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.
Thanks to my Betas Emerald & Evian for doing such a wonderful work :o)
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They had arrived to the main house a couple of hours ago. Elrohir was now resting on his cosy bed, daydreaming with Glorfindel´s lips, he closed his eyes and imagined them brushing softly his own * I want you here... kissing me again... * he sighed and opened his eyes at the noise of his door been opened. Elladan hesitantly stepped in.
"Are you sleeping Elrohir?" The older brother whispered.
"No Elladan... What do you want?" Elrohir´s voice sounded as usual, but he was aware of the hint of reproach that lingered in it.
"I just wanted to know how you were..."
"I am well. Glorfindel found me just in time..." Suddenly the younger twin wanted his brother to feel guilt, guilt for treating him the way he was treating him the last few months.
"Just in time?" Unsure of his welcoming in his brother's room, Elladan walked slowly to the side of the bed Elrohir was curled in.
"I would have been dead if it was not for him..." Elrohir muttered. "I do not want to speak of my stupidity Elladan. What do you want?" The elf pronounced from the space between the cover and his face looking at his brother trying to rush an answer.
"I am sorry I made you feel bad. I did not notice Glorfindel was in the room with us..." His voice full of sorrow begged for his twin's absolution. "I would never do something as cruel as that on purpose...I..."
"I know... but you need to learn to be more cautious with your actions...It is not safe to be as impulsive as you are."
"I know..."
"Father is right when he says it could be deadly in battle. Not to mention you can cause severe pain to the ones who are close to you..."
"I know..."
Elrohir smiled at his brother's submissiveness. He looked as when they were very little and their mother scolded him.
With Elrond he would question every word, but with Celebrian he would look at his feet and nod, inconsolable because he had disappointed his naneth. "Come here Elladan..." Elrohir chuckled and pulled the covers open in invitation. "Why is it so hard for me, to stay angry at you?" he mussed as Elladan slipped in next to him.
"Because I am adorable?"
"Do not push your luck, dear brother... You are still in no condition to joke..."
Elladan shifted under the covers to face his twin brother. "Did Glorfindel say anything to you? He was fuming when he left. And you know it is not easy to disturb him..."
"He was not angry. He was worried..."
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In the kitchen, the blond elf stared at the white snowflakes falling from the sky, while wrapping between his cold hands a cup filled with hot, steamy chocolate. He did not even notice when Elrond came to stand next to him, until he placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
"Elrond!...I am sorry, I did not hear you..."
"It is not easy to catch you daydreaming..." The Lord of the house remarked, amused as he sat in the empty seat across the small table. "I have not thanked you yet, for bringing Elrohir back and safe."
"You do not have to thank, me. I will always take care of him... and Elladan and Arwen of course... Your family is the closest thing I have to one."
"You are part of this family Glorfindel. You will always be. No matter what..." Elrond placed the palm of his hand over Glorfindel´s emphasizing his point.
"Thank you..." The blond elf Lord smiled at the grey piercing eyes staring at him, trying to hide his guilt. * You would not be saying this if you knew that I love your youngest son the way I do...*
"Can I ask a favour from you?" After Glorfindel´s nod, Elrond continued. "Can you try to find out what is happening with Elrohir? He has been acting strange lately."
"Strange? In what manner?" Playing puzzled, the blond eldar asked feign concern.
"I do not know. He spends most of his time studying, other than outside like the ones his own age. And now, he would not tell me what the reason of his argument with Elladan was." Exhaling a gust of air, Elrond materialized his worries. "He would probably talk to you. He has always told you everything. Even the secrets he did not dare to share with his mother or myself." The dark haired elf looked back at his blond friend. "Can you please try to talk to him? He would not run away from you."
"I will talk to him."
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Later that same day the twins were at the library in the middle of their lesson with Erestor. He was explaining the formal ways to request materials from other lands. Some example with Mirkwood...but Elrohir's mind was in what he considered the heart of Imladris: he wanted to run to Glorfindel´s arms. To be close to him, to spread light kisses all over his face to end in his lovely pale lips. To feel his arms around his body tightening as...
"Which one of the options discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The dark haired tutor addressed to the younger brother.
*... Glorfindel´s lips on my neck kissing me...Ah...What would I give for a taste of your lips right now...*
"Elrohir!" Erestor raised his voice a little to snap his young charge out of his musings.
"Sorry? What... what was the question?..." Elrohir asked startled and blushing, at a complete lost.
"Which of the options discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The elf Lord repeated his question waiting patiently for an answer he was sure he would never get.
"Eh... Options?...Could you repeat them. Please?"
"I can repeat them ..." Elladan tried in vain to help his brother. Erestor was not as patient as Glorfindel was, and he did not like them to get distracted when he was explaining.
"Did you hear the situation to which you are supposed to apply the options? Then, obviously, you did not listen." The obviously annoyed elf admonished.
"I am sorry Erestor."
"I know this is a boring subject, but you will find it very useful in the future. Elladan, could you make a summary of our class for your brother?"
Minutes later, when Elrohir was arguing with Elladan that his point of view was the best option to solve the hypothetical situation, he was distracted by Glorfindel´s lovely musical voice. His brother was speaking, but he needed to find the source of such a charming sound. Glorfindel crossed the stone entry with his father; they where talking softly but he could hear them perfectly. Ah... That melodic voice was the perfect match for the perfect beauty who carried it. Elrohir almost trembled at the memory of the blond´s whisper against his sensitive ear. * The image of perfection... * Elrohir forced himself to face his twin, who fortunately was talking to Erestor allowing him to observe the blond elf a few more seconds... but when his eyes reached the place they had been standing before, he found them gone. Elrohir sighed frustrated, calling Erestor´s attention.
"Are we boring you? Elrohir?" Erestor said, causing the prince's head to snap in his direction to face him.
"No!... I just... got distracted with ...a noise."
"A noise?..."
"I am sorry...I will pay attention... I promise"
"Very well..."
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Dinner was finally over. It had been torture. Elrohir did not dare to look at Glorfindel, for he knew that if he did, he would linger indefinitely on those exquisite features. The fact that he was sitting in front of him did not help at all. But instead, he managed to focus on Elladan´s chat.
During winters dinners were quiet events, usually their father, Glorfindel, Erestor, Elladan and himself; no visitors or guest arrived until early springtime, unless it was an urgent matter, of course. Like Galdor´s visit... he brought some important news from Cirdan and he would be staying a few more weeks at Imladris until the weather settled, allowing him to ride the now closed paths.
How much the twins enjoyed these moments, these dinners where they were able to speak their minds with out the disapproving look on their mother's face. They were able to speak about orcs, hunting skills, battle strategies... with no one to shush them, on the contrary. Sometimes, the table members extended the talks to the meetings in the halls of Fire. They loved their mother, but they had to admit that when she stayed in Lórien, they were free... Well as much free as a young elf could be... even their father seemed in a better mood sometimes.
Elrohir entered the Hall of Fire approaching the only source of light. He laid on the warm, flat paving stone and watched the playful shadowy, flickering forms that danced at an unsteady pace, from the wall to the ceiling. The shadows were being born only to die within less than a second.
How he wished Glorfindel were here with him. Holding him close to his body, tangled in those strong arms Elrohir so much cherished...
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Glorfindel stood at the great hall's entrance, pondering on following his feelings or going back the way he came...
He stood quietly under the ornate door frame, mussing at his young charge's beauty...
He did seem older than his age, and he definitely was very mature for his short life. But not mature enough in the field of love since he has never showed interest in it, declining every suggestion or invitation that was made to him... no matter if it was a girl or a boy... Glorfindel had seen him pull them away with such a fine elegance...
The blond elf stepped into the dark room without giving the idea a second thought. "Would you allow me to take you away from your reverie for a few moments?"
The familiar sound made Elrohir´s eyes shut for a couple of seconds, reminding him once again his beloved's soft whisper against his ear...a weak smile forming on the corner of his lips...
"Unless you are expecting company of course..." Glorfindel knew there was nobody who Elrohir might be waiting. Elladan went to find his latest crush and his father had called the evening off. Something deep in his heart told him he might be intruding... Maybe it was the false certainty that, in a not so distant future, the young beauty, who earlier declared his utterly pure love to him, would be desiring for the arms of another but his...
Big green eyes, lit by a joyous smile, found his own.
"Only you..." Elrohir sat in his place not leaving Glorfindel´s eyes in the process. "But I was not sure the Valar would grant me my wish..." The young prince could not suppress a victorious grin, as the pale, blond elf's cheeks blushed as consequence of his words.
The elder elf sat a few steps away from Elrond´s younger son and looked up at the uncoordinated dance of shadows performing on the wall.
Both elves remained speechless for several minutes; their hearts pounding faster and faster as different, appealing ideas crossed their minds...
They craved for the other's touch. Even the most innocent one... but none dared to move...
The young elf imagined himself sitting in his tutor's lap, facing him, encircling him with his legs, slaughtering all possibilities of escape... his own lips trailing their way up alongside the soft skin of his neck to find other lips, and eventually the overwhelming sensation of his warm mouth...But instead, he rested his head in Glorfindel´s thigh, placing a hand in his knee. He felt the body tensing at the sudden contact, only to feel it loosen up again to it's normal relaxed state.
His eyelids fluttered as a gentle hand petted his hair soothingly tangling it's fingers between the dark locks.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me?..."
"Erestor mentioned to me you were distracted this afternoon, during his lecture..."
"Ai... I was... I got distracted at the memory of your lips..." Elrohir purred, unaware of the tempting power of his voice, so enraptured he was by the soothing sensation of the ministrations to his hair. Causing Glorfindel´s eyelids to shut lightly "I told him I was sorry..." the voice came as a soft whisper.
In another occasion the elf Lord might have said something, chastising Elrohir´s lack of attention, pointing the benefits of a well educated elf; but this treacherous voice seemed to leave him without a coherent thought.
"Also your father asked me to talk to you..." The blond elf managed to say... only to find his speech interrupted...
"If you mention that another person sent you to talk to me, you will make me believe that they are the only reason you came ..."
Was not that the reason for his interruption of Elhoir's resting? Elrond had asked him to speak with his son. That was why he came looking for him...Was it not?
"Was that your ONLY reason?..." purred the figure resting on his lap.
Glorfindel thought it would be a good idea to run out off the room. If Elrohir kept using that tone of voice, he would be insane in less than minutes... It was driving him crazy with desire... The blond elf wondered if this was the same cadence Elrohir´s voice would have after he made love... resting in the protection of his lovers arms ... If it was not, it would be very close to...The head resting on his lap shifted... Elrohir was now looking at him waiting for an answer... Losing himself in the two emeralds of Elrohir´s eyes, Glorfindel realized that he, indeed, had came at Elrond´s request. But that was not the main reason of his interruption, it was merely the excuse to be near his young love, alone and in the bliss of his company.
"Glorfindel?..."
"I ..."
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Elrond entered his bedroom, only a couple of candles lit the place with a soft caress of glow besides the burning fire.
A smile found it's home in Elrond´s lips as he acknowledged the figure standing close to the window.
"Have I kept you waiting for long?..."
"Waiting for you always has its rewards..." The slim figure approached the Lord of the house, standing closely in front of him.
"Is that so?" Elrond whispered sensually as the long fingers traced their way up through his chest to pass his shoulders and enclose his neck, pushing him to his own body.
"Yes..." The elf spoke softly to the other's lips. "Always..." pressing their bodies closer the elf kissed the Lord hungrily, eliciting a deep moan as a responding tongue answered the kiss.
Elrond felt the grip on his waist tighten as his lover lead him to the bed not breaking the kiss. He felt his body crushed into the mattress. Sitting on it, he welcomed the other elf to stand in front of him, between his parted legs, allowing them the proximity their bodies ached for. His robe was quickly thrown open and off his body, the shirt followed.
After a passionate, ardent kiss, a cold hand faintly pressed his chest pulling him against the soft elven fabric of delicate sheets.
Kisses were been traced down across his chest following the center line, marked by his muscles. Now the kisses stopped at his navel only to give pace at a wet hot tongue. After a full circle, it continued it's way down to the waist ... His trousers were pulled open swiftly revealing the full length of his arousal.
His lover took him deeply into his mouth and throat, pulling Elrond´s cock in and out of his mouth at a steady speed. Elrond wriggled in spite of his lover's strong hold on his hips, as the overwhelming sensation of release invaded his senses.
The warm source of pleasure did not linger in Elrond´s stiffed member. Instead traveled to the sacks under it, kissing them gently while running his finger alongside his thighs.
His pants were pulled entirely off as the trace of kisses crossed his groin. His legs were flexed and pulled up.
Again the strong hands held him firmly from his waist, pulling him to the edge of the bed.
Elrond´s body arched from the mattress with a loud moan as his lover's tongue teased the puckered opening of his body.
In the middle of his own noises, the half elf could hear as the other's elf trousers slipping down his body.
Trembling with anticipation he forced his head up to find his lover bending over his chest to suck a hard nipple. His fingers tangled in the long, straight, silky hair, inducing that skilful mouth to his own. A muffled growl came from the other elf's lips intertwined with his.
Without leaving Elrond´s eyes, the other elf drew back and, with a swift trust, entered the other's body.
The Lord of Imladris felt his lover's member impaling his body with each trust, cold hands slid under his buttocks, his body was slightly lifted from the mattress and with this new angle his lover found the spot he was aiming for, making Elrond cry out of pleasure...his hands started to work his length rhythmically with his lover's strokes.
Lusty eyes watched as his hand slid up and down. Elrond´s performance drew the other elf's motions to increase in speed and profundity pulling him to the edge.
Arching his back, the pearly liquid of ecstasy spilled between his fingers.
The Lord of Imladris could fell his lover closer.
Pulling his fingers up to his mouth Elrond tasted his own release, making the other elf throw his head back and end inside of him while crying out his name.
After retrieving his member from Elrond´s body the other elf fell heavily on top of him.
Petting adoringly the exhausted elf's back, Elrond whispered to him. "Come... Let us get into bed..."
"Mnnn... I will have to remove the rest of my clothes first..." His partner complained while snuggling closer.
"Since when do you complain about removing your clothes?" Elrond chuckled.
"Since you exhausted me..."
"I? I exhausted you?..."
"You always do... Meleth Nîn..." The elf whispered smiling against the soft skin of the half elf's neck.
Elrond cradled the elf in his arms, closer to his heart. He had learnt not to complain at his lover's random need of possessiveness and control. And the main fact was that he enjoyed it... He enjoyed when this particular elf took all his power away from him. These moments with him were the small amount of time he could feel free. "I will have to remove them, then..." He said, rolling gently the body on top of him to the mattress. After placing a tender kiss on the other lips, Elrond removed the rest of his clothing and they slipped into bed.
His lover's back rested against his chest and Elrond´s hand was cradled selfishly against a beating heart.
Elrond held the now submissive elf protectively, listening to his evened breathing.
"These moments are the ones that make waiting for you worthy of my patience..." the other elf mumbled...
Elrond smiled and kissed the other's head, whispering softly to the silky hair. "I love you Erestor..."
"I love you too Meleth Nîn." Came the hushed whisper.
Erestor did not turn, but Elrond knew a blissful smile was playing on his lips.
TBC...
Chapter/ Part: II
Author: Celebrian.
E-mail: Celebrian@datafull.com
Web Page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Celebrianlotrsfanfiction
Pairing: Elrohir/ Glorfindel & Elrond / Mnnn... I'm not gonna tell you... Keep reading and you'll find out :o)
Rating: R / NC17
Summary: After the previous night, Elrohir is having trouble concentrating on anything except his blond tutor.
Disclaimer: I don't own them :o( But they all live in my mind.
Warnings: A very ancient being is tempted by a very young one. If the age issues bother you, stop here... plus... explicit sex, (No Elrohir/ Glorfindel...Yet)
Author's notes: According to elvish majority standards. An elf reaches adulthood at the age of 50 our 21 equivalent. So in this story Elrohir and Elladan are between 40 and 41 elvish years. This would make them 17 in human standards.
Elvish Translations: Meleth Nîn: My love. Naneth: Mother.
Feedback: Please, Please! I beg of you.
Thanks to my Betas Emerald & Evian for doing such a wonderful work :o)
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They had arrived to the main house a couple of hours ago. Elrohir was now resting on his cosy bed, daydreaming with Glorfindel´s lips, he closed his eyes and imagined them brushing softly his own * I want you here... kissing me again... * he sighed and opened his eyes at the noise of his door been opened. Elladan hesitantly stepped in.
"Are you sleeping Elrohir?" The older brother whispered.
"No Elladan... What do you want?" Elrohir´s voice sounded as usual, but he was aware of the hint of reproach that lingered in it.
"I just wanted to know how you were..."
"I am well. Glorfindel found me just in time..." Suddenly the younger twin wanted his brother to feel guilt, guilt for treating him the way he was treating him the last few months.
"Just in time?" Unsure of his welcoming in his brother's room, Elladan walked slowly to the side of the bed Elrohir was curled in.
"I would have been dead if it was not for him..." Elrohir muttered. "I do not want to speak of my stupidity Elladan. What do you want?" The elf pronounced from the space between the cover and his face looking at his brother trying to rush an answer.
"I am sorry I made you feel bad. I did not notice Glorfindel was in the room with us..." His voice full of sorrow begged for his twin's absolution. "I would never do something as cruel as that on purpose...I..."
"I know... but you need to learn to be more cautious with your actions...It is not safe to be as impulsive as you are."
"I know..."
"Father is right when he says it could be deadly in battle. Not to mention you can cause severe pain to the ones who are close to you..."
"I know..."
Elrohir smiled at his brother's submissiveness. He looked as when they were very little and their mother scolded him.
With Elrond he would question every word, but with Celebrian he would look at his feet and nod, inconsolable because he had disappointed his naneth. "Come here Elladan..." Elrohir chuckled and pulled the covers open in invitation. "Why is it so hard for me, to stay angry at you?" he mussed as Elladan slipped in next to him.
"Because I am adorable?"
"Do not push your luck, dear brother... You are still in no condition to joke..."
Elladan shifted under the covers to face his twin brother. "Did Glorfindel say anything to you? He was fuming when he left. And you know it is not easy to disturb him..."
"He was not angry. He was worried..."
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In the kitchen, the blond elf stared at the white snowflakes falling from the sky, while wrapping between his cold hands a cup filled with hot, steamy chocolate. He did not even notice when Elrond came to stand next to him, until he placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
"Elrond!...I am sorry, I did not hear you..."
"It is not easy to catch you daydreaming..." The Lord of the house remarked, amused as he sat in the empty seat across the small table. "I have not thanked you yet, for bringing Elrohir back and safe."
"You do not have to thank, me. I will always take care of him... and Elladan and Arwen of course... Your family is the closest thing I have to one."
"You are part of this family Glorfindel. You will always be. No matter what..." Elrond placed the palm of his hand over Glorfindel´s emphasizing his point.
"Thank you..." The blond elf Lord smiled at the grey piercing eyes staring at him, trying to hide his guilt. * You would not be saying this if you knew that I love your youngest son the way I do...*
"Can I ask a favour from you?" After Glorfindel´s nod, Elrond continued. "Can you try to find out what is happening with Elrohir? He has been acting strange lately."
"Strange? In what manner?" Playing puzzled, the blond eldar asked feign concern.
"I do not know. He spends most of his time studying, other than outside like the ones his own age. And now, he would not tell me what the reason of his argument with Elladan was." Exhaling a gust of air, Elrond materialized his worries. "He would probably talk to you. He has always told you everything. Even the secrets he did not dare to share with his mother or myself." The dark haired elf looked back at his blond friend. "Can you please try to talk to him? He would not run away from you."
"I will talk to him."
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Later that same day the twins were at the library in the middle of their lesson with Erestor. He was explaining the formal ways to request materials from other lands. Some example with Mirkwood...but Elrohir's mind was in what he considered the heart of Imladris: he wanted to run to Glorfindel´s arms. To be close to him, to spread light kisses all over his face to end in his lovely pale lips. To feel his arms around his body tightening as...
"Which one of the options discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The dark haired tutor addressed to the younger brother.
*... Glorfindel´s lips on my neck kissing me...Ah...What would I give for a taste of your lips right now...*
"Elrohir!" Erestor raised his voice a little to snap his young charge out of his musings.
"Sorry? What... what was the question?..." Elrohir asked startled and blushing, at a complete lost.
"Which of the options discussed before do you consider the best in this situation?" The elf Lord repeated his question waiting patiently for an answer he was sure he would never get.
"Eh... Options?...Could you repeat them. Please?"
"I can repeat them ..." Elladan tried in vain to help his brother. Erestor was not as patient as Glorfindel was, and he did not like them to get distracted when he was explaining.
"Did you hear the situation to which you are supposed to apply the options? Then, obviously, you did not listen." The obviously annoyed elf admonished.
"I am sorry Erestor."
"I know this is a boring subject, but you will find it very useful in the future. Elladan, could you make a summary of our class for your brother?"
Minutes later, when Elrohir was arguing with Elladan that his point of view was the best option to solve the hypothetical situation, he was distracted by Glorfindel´s lovely musical voice. His brother was speaking, but he needed to find the source of such a charming sound. Glorfindel crossed the stone entry with his father; they where talking softly but he could hear them perfectly. Ah... That melodic voice was the perfect match for the perfect beauty who carried it. Elrohir almost trembled at the memory of the blond´s whisper against his sensitive ear. * The image of perfection... * Elrohir forced himself to face his twin, who fortunately was talking to Erestor allowing him to observe the blond elf a few more seconds... but when his eyes reached the place they had been standing before, he found them gone. Elrohir sighed frustrated, calling Erestor´s attention.
"Are we boring you? Elrohir?" Erestor said, causing the prince's head to snap in his direction to face him.
"No!... I just... got distracted with ...a noise."
"A noise?..."
"I am sorry...I will pay attention... I promise"
"Very well..."
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Dinner was finally over. It had been torture. Elrohir did not dare to look at Glorfindel, for he knew that if he did, he would linger indefinitely on those exquisite features. The fact that he was sitting in front of him did not help at all. But instead, he managed to focus on Elladan´s chat.
During winters dinners were quiet events, usually their father, Glorfindel, Erestor, Elladan and himself; no visitors or guest arrived until early springtime, unless it was an urgent matter, of course. Like Galdor´s visit... he brought some important news from Cirdan and he would be staying a few more weeks at Imladris until the weather settled, allowing him to ride the now closed paths.
How much the twins enjoyed these moments, these dinners where they were able to speak their minds with out the disapproving look on their mother's face. They were able to speak about orcs, hunting skills, battle strategies... with no one to shush them, on the contrary. Sometimes, the table members extended the talks to the meetings in the halls of Fire. They loved their mother, but they had to admit that when she stayed in Lórien, they were free... Well as much free as a young elf could be... even their father seemed in a better mood sometimes.
Elrohir entered the Hall of Fire approaching the only source of light. He laid on the warm, flat paving stone and watched the playful shadowy, flickering forms that danced at an unsteady pace, from the wall to the ceiling. The shadows were being born only to die within less than a second.
How he wished Glorfindel were here with him. Holding him close to his body, tangled in those strong arms Elrohir so much cherished...
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Glorfindel stood at the great hall's entrance, pondering on following his feelings or going back the way he came...
He stood quietly under the ornate door frame, mussing at his young charge's beauty...
He did seem older than his age, and he definitely was very mature for his short life. But not mature enough in the field of love since he has never showed interest in it, declining every suggestion or invitation that was made to him... no matter if it was a girl or a boy... Glorfindel had seen him pull them away with such a fine elegance...
The blond elf stepped into the dark room without giving the idea a second thought. "Would you allow me to take you away from your reverie for a few moments?"
The familiar sound made Elrohir´s eyes shut for a couple of seconds, reminding him once again his beloved's soft whisper against his ear...a weak smile forming on the corner of his lips...
"Unless you are expecting company of course..." Glorfindel knew there was nobody who Elrohir might be waiting. Elladan went to find his latest crush and his father had called the evening off. Something deep in his heart told him he might be intruding... Maybe it was the false certainty that, in a not so distant future, the young beauty, who earlier declared his utterly pure love to him, would be desiring for the arms of another but his...
Big green eyes, lit by a joyous smile, found his own.
"Only you..." Elrohir sat in his place not leaving Glorfindel´s eyes in the process. "But I was not sure the Valar would grant me my wish..." The young prince could not suppress a victorious grin, as the pale, blond elf's cheeks blushed as consequence of his words.
The elder elf sat a few steps away from Elrond´s younger son and looked up at the uncoordinated dance of shadows performing on the wall.
Both elves remained speechless for several minutes; their hearts pounding faster and faster as different, appealing ideas crossed their minds...
They craved for the other's touch. Even the most innocent one... but none dared to move...
The young elf imagined himself sitting in his tutor's lap, facing him, encircling him with his legs, slaughtering all possibilities of escape... his own lips trailing their way up alongside the soft skin of his neck to find other lips, and eventually the overwhelming sensation of his warm mouth...But instead, he rested his head in Glorfindel´s thigh, placing a hand in his knee. He felt the body tensing at the sudden contact, only to feel it loosen up again to it's normal relaxed state.
His eyelids fluttered as a gentle hand petted his hair soothingly tangling it's fingers between the dark locks.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me?..."
"Erestor mentioned to me you were distracted this afternoon, during his lecture..."
"Ai... I was... I got distracted at the memory of your lips..." Elrohir purred, unaware of the tempting power of his voice, so enraptured he was by the soothing sensation of the ministrations to his hair. Causing Glorfindel´s eyelids to shut lightly "I told him I was sorry..." the voice came as a soft whisper.
In another occasion the elf Lord might have said something, chastising Elrohir´s lack of attention, pointing the benefits of a well educated elf; but this treacherous voice seemed to leave him without a coherent thought.
"Also your father asked me to talk to you..." The blond elf managed to say... only to find his speech interrupted...
"If you mention that another person sent you to talk to me, you will make me believe that they are the only reason you came ..."
Was not that the reason for his interruption of Elhoir's resting? Elrond had asked him to speak with his son. That was why he came looking for him...Was it not?
"Was that your ONLY reason?..." purred the figure resting on his lap.
Glorfindel thought it would be a good idea to run out off the room. If Elrohir kept using that tone of voice, he would be insane in less than minutes... It was driving him crazy with desire... The blond elf wondered if this was the same cadence Elrohir´s voice would have after he made love... resting in the protection of his lovers arms ... If it was not, it would be very close to...The head resting on his lap shifted... Elrohir was now looking at him waiting for an answer... Losing himself in the two emeralds of Elrohir´s eyes, Glorfindel realized that he, indeed, had came at Elrond´s request. But that was not the main reason of his interruption, it was merely the excuse to be near his young love, alone and in the bliss of his company.
"Glorfindel?..."
"I ..."
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Elrond entered his bedroom, only a couple of candles lit the place with a soft caress of glow besides the burning fire.
A smile found it's home in Elrond´s lips as he acknowledged the figure standing close to the window.
"Have I kept you waiting for long?..."
"Waiting for you always has its rewards..." The slim figure approached the Lord of the house, standing closely in front of him.
"Is that so?" Elrond whispered sensually as the long fingers traced their way up through his chest to pass his shoulders and enclose his neck, pushing him to his own body.
"Yes..." The elf spoke softly to the other's lips. "Always..." pressing their bodies closer the elf kissed the Lord hungrily, eliciting a deep moan as a responding tongue answered the kiss.
Elrond felt the grip on his waist tighten as his lover lead him to the bed not breaking the kiss. He felt his body crushed into the mattress. Sitting on it, he welcomed the other elf to stand in front of him, between his parted legs, allowing them the proximity their bodies ached for. His robe was quickly thrown open and off his body, the shirt followed.
After a passionate, ardent kiss, a cold hand faintly pressed his chest pulling him against the soft elven fabric of delicate sheets.
Kisses were been traced down across his chest following the center line, marked by his muscles. Now the kisses stopped at his navel only to give pace at a wet hot tongue. After a full circle, it continued it's way down to the waist ... His trousers were pulled open swiftly revealing the full length of his arousal.
His lover took him deeply into his mouth and throat, pulling Elrond´s cock in and out of his mouth at a steady speed. Elrond wriggled in spite of his lover's strong hold on his hips, as the overwhelming sensation of release invaded his senses.
The warm source of pleasure did not linger in Elrond´s stiffed member. Instead traveled to the sacks under it, kissing them gently while running his finger alongside his thighs.
His pants were pulled entirely off as the trace of kisses crossed his groin. His legs were flexed and pulled up.
Again the strong hands held him firmly from his waist, pulling him to the edge of the bed.
Elrond´s body arched from the mattress with a loud moan as his lover's tongue teased the puckered opening of his body.
In the middle of his own noises, the half elf could hear as the other's elf trousers slipping down his body.
Trembling with anticipation he forced his head up to find his lover bending over his chest to suck a hard nipple. His fingers tangled in the long, straight, silky hair, inducing that skilful mouth to his own. A muffled growl came from the other elf's lips intertwined with his.
Without leaving Elrond´s eyes, the other elf drew back and, with a swift trust, entered the other's body.
The Lord of Imladris felt his lover's member impaling his body with each trust, cold hands slid under his buttocks, his body was slightly lifted from the mattress and with this new angle his lover found the spot he was aiming for, making Elrond cry out of pleasure...his hands started to work his length rhythmically with his lover's strokes.
Lusty eyes watched as his hand slid up and down. Elrond´s performance drew the other elf's motions to increase in speed and profundity pulling him to the edge.
Arching his back, the pearly liquid of ecstasy spilled between his fingers.
The Lord of Imladris could fell his lover closer.
Pulling his fingers up to his mouth Elrond tasted his own release, making the other elf throw his head back and end inside of him while crying out his name.
After retrieving his member from Elrond´s body the other elf fell heavily on top of him.
Petting adoringly the exhausted elf's back, Elrond whispered to him. "Come... Let us get into bed..."
"Mnnn... I will have to remove the rest of my clothes first..." His partner complained while snuggling closer.
"Since when do you complain about removing your clothes?" Elrond chuckled.
"Since you exhausted me..."
"I? I exhausted you?..."
"You always do... Meleth Nîn..." The elf whispered smiling against the soft skin of the half elf's neck.
Elrond cradled the elf in his arms, closer to his heart. He had learnt not to complain at his lover's random need of possessiveness and control. And the main fact was that he enjoyed it... He enjoyed when this particular elf took all his power away from him. These moments with him were the small amount of time he could feel free. "I will have to remove them, then..." He said, rolling gently the body on top of him to the mattress. After placing a tender kiss on the other lips, Elrond removed the rest of his clothing and they slipped into bed.
His lover's back rested against his chest and Elrond´s hand was cradled selfishly against a beating heart.
Elrond held the now submissive elf protectively, listening to his evened breathing.
"These moments are the ones that make waiting for you worthy of my patience..." the other elf mumbled...
Elrond smiled and kissed the other's head, whispering softly to the silky hair. "I love you Erestor..."
"I love you too Meleth Nîn." Came the hushed whisper.
Erestor did not turn, but Elrond knew a blissful smile was playing on his lips.
TBC...