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Undomiel _________________________________________________________________________~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4 – Nightly Encounters
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Lord Elrond of Imladris sat at the desk in his study, a thoughtful look gracing his noble features. After dinner, he had suddenly felt the need for solitude, and had retreated to his workroom soon after it was over.
The meal had been a bit hectic, with the twins constantly asking their guest about news from Lórien, about the welfare of their grandparents, or his duties as a March Warden. It had also been rather amusing to watch how Elladan and Elrohir acted around Haldir. It was obvious that both had taken a liking to the Lórien elf, and Elrond almost felt sorry for the young one because he knew only too well what probably awaited him during his stay.
A fond smile played around Elrond's lips as he thought about his sons. Although they had both reached maturity many years ago, they sometimes still behaved like the wild elflings they had once been. If anything, they had grown up to be even more mischievous, and he could not really blame them. After all, they had always had more than enough encouragement for their antics, especially from...
A heavy sight escaped Elrond's lips as his mind followed this line of thought. His lover had been gone for several weeks now, inspecting the borders of Imladris, and his heart ached for the beloved presence, just as his body longed for the familiar touches. Even though they were able to converse even over the distance due to the bond they shared, it was not enough to subdue the craving that coursed through his body at time like this, when he sat alone in the quietness of his study.
Elrond sat up in his chair, shaking off the melancholy that had attempted to get a hold over him. It would not be much longer before his beloved would be by his side again, and until then, he would endure, as he had done so many times before.
After another deep breath, his thoughts turned back towards the young March Warden from Lórien who currently resided in his home. Haldir had excused himself early from the evening feast, with the intend to retire to his quarters immediately after the strenuous journey. Elrond had watched with curiosity how his sons had whispered to each other moments after the Lórien elf had left the table. Curiosity had turned into amusement and maybe even a hint of apprehension as they excused themselves not long afterwards and left together. Elrond was left to wonder what they were planning this time.
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Elladan and Elrohir walked silently along the corridors of their home, trying not to attract attention at the late hour. The last hour, since they had left their fathers table, had been spend in Elladan's quarters. Between much laughter and some sweet wine they had remembered the happenings earlier this evening during the meal.
Haldir of Lórien had been sitting between the two of them, a circumstance which had seemingly added somewhat to the young elf's discomfort. During most of the meal, he had tried to avoid conversation with the twins, fidgeting in his seat and even blushing slightly from time to time due to a comment from one or both of his neighbours.
It had not been surprising that Haldir had excused himself as soon as he was able, and it had takes some considerable willpower on the side of the twins not to follow him immediately. That would have roused the suspicion of their father, and although he allowed them much freedom, he would not allow them to 'harass' his guests. However, Haldir's beauty and innocence proved almost irresistible for the twins, and so they left the meal not long after the Lórien elf.
So, after spending some time in Elladan's quarters, they had finally decided to pay their new guest a visit, to see if he was still awake and maybe even willing to do a bit of private conversation with them. Hence they were now quietly gliding along the corridors until they had reached the chamber of the younger elf. Looking around carefully, they silently tried the door, and, finding it unlocked, carefully crept inside so as not to startle the occupant.
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Elladan was the first to enter the darkened room, with his brother close behind. Elrohir turned around and carefully closed the door, trying to make as little noise as possible. He then turned around to step further into the room, only to run face first into Elladan, who seemed almost frozen in place, staring at something in the only dimly lit chamber. Following his brother's gaze, Elrohir soon realized what had caused Elladan's reaction, as he himself could only stand there and stare in fascination as well.
Obviously, Haldir had indeed been tired, for he was lying in his bed, fast asleep. The moonlight filtered into the room through the open windows, bathing the sleeping figure in sliver light, while a gentle breeze tugged lightly at the silvery blond hair, like the caress of a lover. Haldir lay on his back, head turned sideways, his midnight blue eyes vacant in sleep, full lips slightly open as he breathed evenly.
The blanked that once might have covered the whole of his body had been pushed down to his thighs, revealing that the young elf wore nothing but a light pair of sleeping pants that hung loosely on his hips.
Elrohir gripped his brothers arm tightly as if to steady himself as his eyes devoured the resting form so readily exposed before his eyes. A look of wonder on his face that matched his brother's, his gaze travelled along the powerfully muscled body of the younger elf.
His eyes hungrily took in the strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders, the superbly muscled chest and stomach, the strong tights, visible even through the material of the pants. He stared at how the moonlight seemed to highlight every muscle in that strong body, how those same muscles flexed slightly under the silky skin whenever Haldir shifted in his sleep.
Elrohir's gaze finally went back up to Haldir's beautiful face, and he found himself captivated once more. Relaxed in sleep, he seemed even more magnificent. He drank in the full lips, the impossibly long lashes and prominent nose, before his gaze returned once more to his brothers face, as if trying to see if he was affected in the same way.
Blue eyes locked with blue eyes as both twins tried to digest what they had just seen. They were startled from their contemplation by a soft sound coming from the other occupant of the room. Afraid that they might have been discovered, they quickly turned towards the other elf again, only to stop and stare once again.
Haldir still seemed to be asleep, however, his hands had begun to move slowly, gripping handfuls of sheets as he slightly arched his back. The twins looked on in fascination as his head moved slowly from side to side, the full lips parting as another soft moan escaped the sensually writhing form, and a look of rapture slowly spread across the beautiful features, making them glow even more.
Elrohir felt himself begin to tremble slightly, and he barely managed to bite back a soft moan of his own as he realized that Haldir had to experience an erotic dream. A sidelong glance at his brother confirmed that Elladan was equally captivated by the picture before him. Elrohir glanced back at Haldir, and he felt his resolve weaken as the Lórien elf continued to writhe and moan softly on the bed, the sheet sliding down completely and revealing an already prominent bulge in the thin pants.
Unable to resist any longer, the younger twin moved forward, closely followed by his brother. Another glance at Elladan showed the same desire he himself felt, and after only a slight hesitation, the twins settled themselves on the bed, one on each side of Haldir.
They were almost hesitant to touch the beauty before them, afraid that it might vanish at the slightest touch, like a dream. However, Haldir's sensual movements proved to be enough encouragement, and Elrohir slowly placed his hands on the muscular shoulders, letting them glide slowly down the sculptured chest, over nipples that hardened further at his touch, down to the tightly muscled stomach.
Elladan watched his brother's ministrations hungrily, before he slowly began to unlace Haldir's sleeping pants, pushing them carefully down his hips and exposing his swollen member. All the while, Elrohir continued to tease Haldir's nipples, making the still sleeping elf breathe more heavily, and his moans increase in volume. Finally, he could not resist any longer, and lapped it the nearest nipple with his tongue, before gently scraping it with his teeth. Haldir arched his back in response, moaning loudly, but still not awaking.
Spurred on by the reaction, Elladan again turned towards the younger elf's member, and he darted out his tongue, softly licking across the head, tasting the Lórien elf for the first time. Emboldened by the continuing moans of the other elf, Elladan slowly took him into his mouth, licking and sucking gently, while Elrohir proceeded to pay attention to his nipples with his mouth and hands.
Haldir's hands twisted in the sheets desperately, his hips listing again and again, unconsciously trying to get closer to the wonderful sensation. He arched his back, head thrashing from side to side, silvery hair flying as his moans became more desperate. Elladan and Elrohir felt him begin to tremble and they increased their sensual assault on him until Haldir let out a keening wail, climaxing violently in Elladan's mouth.
The twins, who had been rubbing themselves on the sheets while they pleasured him, reached their climax almost simultaneously as well, and slumped on the still sleeping elf. Exhausted, they curled around Haldir and slipped into slumber.
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Haldir awoke the next morning with the memory of the most amazing dream he had ever experienced in his life. Never before had an erotic dream be as intense or as pleasurable as the one he had awoken from this night. Becoming aware of his surroundings, he suddenly realized with alarm that he was not alone. Looking down, he saw two sleeping, dark haired elves lying in the bed with him. The twins. Could it be…was it possible that not all he had felt last night had been a dream? Had they had a part in the pleasure that had almost drowned him?
Feeling something like slight panic course through him, Haldir carefully disentangled himself from the sleeping elves and bolted into the bathroom. As he came out again several minutes later, the bed was empty.
Confused, he surveyed the room. Had it all been just a dream?
To Be Continued…