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Warning: SLASH. M/M Er….self-pleasuring…and er…yeah. That's it for now.

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Glorfindel untangled himself from Haldir, who had fallen into deep slumber as the drugs finally worked their magic. He fixed the coverlet around the elf, then decided to take a bath while the March Warden slept. Bestowing a small kiss on his lover's forehead, he proceeded to the bathroom where he prepared a most welcomed and relaxing bath.

After preparing the tub of water, Glorfindel removed his clothes and stepped into his bath. He sighed blissfully, and took a comfortable position. He glanced at the room where Haldir slept, through the open doors of both bathroom and Haldir's quarters. He had kept them open to make sure that he would hear and be able to be at Haldir's side should the younger elf need anything. And he wanted to make sure that he could see Haldir. He did not feel at ease when the younger elf was not in his sight.

/I almost lost you, and there is still a chance that I will. I am not going to risk it./

Seeing that Haldir continued to sleep peacefully, he lay back and closed his eyes, sighing.

/Ah, Haldir. I love you so much. Please…don't…don't go./

Glorfindel slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the talan.

/Don't leave me. I can't lose you. I love you./

/I love you so much./

Glorfindel closed his eyes once again.

/I've missed you./

His mind drifted back to earlier, to their brief kiss. And that's all it had been for awhile. Brief kisses.

Glorfindel remembered the first time they had met. As soon as he had caught sight of the March Warden, he was hooked completely. He was not sure if it had been love at first sight, but the attraction had been strong. He knew that for a fact. And later that night…

Glorfindel groaned as he remembered their first time together. He felt himself grow hard at the memory, and let out a soft sigh.

"Haldir." The name came out a whisper.

More memories of their lovemaking came to the eldar's mind and his body began to ache for a touch that had been absent for too long.

Glorfindel moved his hand under the water and closed his fingers around his aching shaft. A blissful sigh came out as the heat from his palm added to the raging heat in his groin.

"Haldir…"

Whispering his lover's name, imagining it was the younger elf's hands instead of his, Glorfindel began to slowly move his hand up and down his length. He circled the head with his thumb before he moved back down the length.

"Oh…Haldir…I love you."

Faster, his hands moved. Too long. And he needed it so much.

"Haldir." His voice was rough with passion, and his hands moved faster still. His other hand clenched into a fist as he felt the impending explosion come closer with each stroke.

"Please…oh Haldir…"

He unclenched his free hand and moved to pinch his nipples. The pleasure intensified and he moaned.

"Gods. Haldir."

His movements became faster and harder, increasing the pleasure. In his mind, he watched Haldir's hand move faster over him, saw the younger elf smile at him. He smile back, his eyes still closed so he could see Haldir.

"Please…"

The younger elf reached out with his free hand to gently touch his face, even as Haldir continued to pump his aching shaft.

"I love you." Glorfindel whispered.

Haldir only smiled and moved faster.

Faster still.

Then Glorfindel was coming, his seed mixing with the water, and he was saying Haldir's name over and over as he came.

Glorfindel leaned back against the tub, exhausted. He looked towards Haldir's room, checking to see if he had disturbed the object of his fantasy not so long ago. Haldir remained asleep, oblivious to how he had just given the eldar pleasure.

Glorfindel lay back and released himself, still calming his racing heart.

He smiled, contented.

/I miss you, love./

'I'd like to make you scream like that'

Haldir's words came back to the eldar and he smiled.

/You almost did, and you are not even awake, love./

Glorfindel chuckled, then glanced at Haldir again.

/I love you, Haldir./

"Are they done yet?" Elrohir asked. The two elves outside had been silent for a while.

"I don't know. Maybe they are resting for round number…uh…I lost count." Elladan replied.

"I don't believe they are that strong, Elladan." Elrohir said in an annoyed tone.

"Actually…" Celeborn was about to say, when Elrohir interrupted.

"I know, I know. Elves are much stronger than they look. And age does not really affect that much." Elrohir sighed.

Celeborn only smiled.

"Well," Orophin said as he peeked through the window. "They don't seem to be doing anything."

"Orophin, do not tell me you were watching them!" Elrohir gasped.

"What? No, of course not. This was the only time I looked." Orophin raised his hands in defense.

Elrohir sighed. "Sorry. It's just, this is very disturbing."

"Oh come on, Elrohir, we are all grown elves here. Very grown, considering we are all more than a thousand." Rumil said. "It's not that…bad. Besides, we just heard them."

"Rumil, that's my ada out there. Would you not find it disturbing if it was, say, Orophin doing that and you can hear everything?"

"Well, Elrohir, considering that my talan is beside Orophin's…" Rumil stopped as his older brother glared at him.

All eyes turned to Orophin.

Elladan laughed. "Rumil, how do you get to sleep? It must be every week."

"Every night, actually. And I got used to it." Rumil said nonchalantly. He ducked behind Elrohir as his brother threw a piece of bread at him. Laughter erupted.

And everyone promptly forgot the lovers outside the kitchens.

"Elrond"

"Hmmm."

"Elrond, wake up."

The Lord of Imladris pressed closer to the body next to him.

"No..too tired."

A chuckle.

"We really should get our clothes back."

"..no…sleep.." He tightened his arms around his lover.

"Elrond." Erestor said, trying to stifle a giggle. "We really should."

"Tired. Your fault."

"My fault? I didn't hear you complaining. And you were the one who started it."

"Your fault. Naked…by the lake…damn irresistible."

This time, Erestor let out a laugh.

"Come now, my lord. We…"

"Already did that. More than the number of times recommended for my age." Elrond kept his tight embrace around his advisor, and his face was hidden on Erestor's neck.

Erestor laughed again, shaking his head.

"Elrond…"

"Too tired."

"We are outside the kitchens."

That got the lord's attention. He lifted his head, squinting at their surroundings.

"What kitchen?"

"Lord Celeborn's kitchen." Erestor replied, indicating the small hut a few meters away from them, slightly obscured by tall trees.

"Oh no."

"And I believe, save for Glorfindel and Haldir perhaps, that everyone is inside." Erestor said. He had earlier spotted movement inside the kitchen, and heard laughter, Orophin threatening Rumil, Elrohir trying to stop him, supposedly, and Celeborn encouraging that the older Galadhrim throw apples instead of bread.

"Oh no." Elrond said again. He looked down at his lover, who was smiling rather sheepishly.

"I think they heard us when we were…you know. So we really should go get some clothes on before they decide to come and…tell us."

"This is your fault as well."

"What? How is it my fault?"

"Well, love, you ran this way."

"You chased me. And tackled me. And…uh…you..um…you know." Erestor blushed as he remembered Elrond's method of making sure he could not get away.

"I impaled myself on you." Elrond finished the sentence, loving how Erestor's face turned crimson.

"Er…yes."

"You are right. My fault."

Erestor smiled.

"Only partly. You were the naked one by the lake." Elrond amended.

Erestor was about to reply when Elrond stood up abruptly. Offering a hand to his lover, the elf lord smiled. "Let's go elsewhere where we can…repeat our activities earlier. But without an audience." Elrond winked and Erestor blushed.

/Blush? I am not…Why am I blushing? I am over five thousand and yet I am acting like an elfling!/ Erestor thought to himself. Yet he did feel like an elfling. He had never been this happy in his life. Nor this satisfied. He felt so complete. He had an urge to laugh until he'd cry. His heart was full and content.

/Elrond. My lover./ Erestor smiled. /My lover./ He let Elrond drag him away towards a talan the elf lord occupied while they were staying in the Golden Woods.

/He loves me./ Erestor smile widened and he felt like shouting at the top of his lungs.

/He is mine./

There was a skip on his step as they moved toward the talan.

/He loves me. He is my lover./

He giggled. Elrond looked at him and raised a brow, but did not say anything and continued to lead him towards the talan.

/I love him. And he loves me./

His heart threatened to burst with happiness.

/He is mine./

Erestor sighed, satisfied.

/Until he sails to Valinor./

The unbidden thought was like a splash of cold water and Erestor stopped smiling. He almost missed a step and stumbled a bit. Elrond did not notice.

/He will sail…back to her./

Erestor had long ago decided not to go to the Undying Lands. He had no desire to live forever, since he had not wanted to live his life with love unrequited.

Yet now, Elrond loved him back. Now he wanted forever, if only to spend eternity with his beloved.

Only his beloved's beloved, the one who had Elrond's heart first, the mother of the elf lord's children, was waiting…in Valinor.

/And you will return to her./

Erestor felt sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him. But he was able to fight it off.

/No. I will not think of that. Only of now./

Erestor watched the elf dragging him.

/Only now, and the time that you are mine./

He smiled, albeit a little sorrowfully.

/I will cherish every moment that you give me, Elrond. What's hers is hers. But for now, and while you are here in Middle Earth, you are mine./

And when the time came to let go, Erestor knew that he would not hold Elrond back, knowing that the elf lord belonged with his wife.

/I will even accompany you to the sea. Watch you sail away. But until then…/

/Until then, you are mine./

And for now, that was all that mattered.

Haldir smiled as he felt the hand snake down his chest. Fingers unlaced his robe and pushed it aside, baring his skin. He felt the air touch him. Then the fingers were there, roaming, caressing.

Haldir kept his eyes closed, simply enjoying the feeling of it all.

When fingers pinched a nipple, Haldir moaned and arched towards the touch. His nipple was rolled between two fingers, and Haldir gasped. Yet his eyes remained closed. He was still not completely out of slumber and he was not sure of he was dreaming.

The hand left his aching nub of flesh and moved to his belly, a finger tracing the shape of his navel, then continuing further down. His breeches were opened, and the hand pulled out his aching erection.

"oh..please.." Haldir moaned as he tried to get closer to his tormentor.

Only a finger touched him, tracing a line on top if his erection, from the base to the tip.

"please…" Haldir needed more. He had been waiting for so long.

Another hand cupped his arousal, gently holding it, while the finger teased the slit, opening it, trying to bare it.

"Oh yess." Haldir's hips rose off the bed and his eyes snapped open.

The hand holding him tightened, and his arousal was enclosed in a firm grip.

Pleasure shot through him and he turned to look at his lover.

The sleepy haze cleared and he was able to see the elf touching him, holding him, pleasuring him.

Rhyden.

TBC

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