The Lost City Of Cirus
Author's Note:
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter up but I've been run off my feet with work and life in general created by the mad season that is Christmas. I work in retail and so when I wasn't working I've been sleeping and really only had a chance in the last few days to knock off a chapter.
sunshine: Didn't see the slash coming? Nor did I really but I was always going to bring Pandion back into the story at that point and the slash just seemed to creep its way in there. Call it lack of sleep and too much coffee but I couldn't help pairing the two up.
WARNING this chapter contains slash and adult content. It's mostly just smut and a product of me not having time to put too much plot in it. So if the slash is really bothering you (hopefully it's not) feel free to simply skip this chapter, you wont miss any of the story.
Seventeen
In The Heat Of The NightNeither Galadriel nor Celeborn failed to notice that Pandion was far more playful at dinner than he had seemed when he was thrown before them only hours prior to the meal. It also hadn't escaped their attention that Elrond was in a significantly more cheered mood. Galadriel smiled at the Prince as more wine was poured into his glass.
"I'm glad to see you more at ease Prince Pandion. Allow me to apologize once again for the ill mannered behaviour of my Marchwarden."
"You really must stop apologizing for Haldir my Lady. I think his services tonight have been more than enough punishment for his actions." Pandion smirked over at a scowling Haldir who was now refilling the wine glasses of the three Elves.
"Yes, his servitude tonight will hopefully teach him to treat our guests with more respect in the future, regardless of who they are." Celeborn added sternly.
Haldir made no move to respond, as he was not permitted to. He simply stepped back from the table and awaited to be called the next time glasses needed filling.
Elrond was particularly satisfied with the choice of punishment for Haldir. He had not wished for the Marchwarden to get into too much trouble, as he really hadn't caused any great harm, and yet this served to suitably embarrass him for his mistreatment of Pandion.
Speaking of whom the Roc's now bare foot, having taken off the soft leather boots he'd been wearing, had brushed up against Elrond's leg one to many times for it to be accidental. However every time he tried to catch Pandion out he'd find the Roc engrossed in conversation or, if not, he'd receive a subtle smirk before he was drawn into conversation with Galadriel or Celeborn.
As the meal was served Elrond was disappointed but not surprised when talk turned to the more serious matter concerning them at the moment.
"I'm sorry we couldn't have Lothlórien's armies ready any sooner Master Elrond but you must understand that we have to gather them from across some distance."
"I wouldn't worry too much about the delay Lord Celeborn the armies are merely being gathered at Minas Tirith in preparation for the worst."
"Which seems to be imminent if you have seen what I have seen." Galadriel urged.
"Now Lady we cannot be sure of that. That party could have fled for any number of reasons."
"Your sons and especially Glorfindel would not flee like that were it not for a very real situation Elrond and you know it." She pushed and he sighed, knowing full well she was right.
"I know they wouldn't. I just wish it didn't have to come to this. There's nothing we can do except await your armies and then have them…" Elrond was suddenly cut off mid sentence as he chocked on a small portion of food.
Pandion's wondering foot had finally found it's way up Elrond's inner thigh beneath his robes. The Elven Lord swallowed a mouthful of water, washing down the food and returning his speech to him.
"…ride with us to Gondor with all haste." He finished but the response was directed at Pandion rather than Celeborn.
Pandion simply nodded his approval of the plan as if he'd done nothing at all. He enjoyed unnerving the Elven Lord. Galadriel was laughing quietly behind her hand, having caught onto the game Pandion was playing with Elrond. Her husband remained indifferent to the situation, whether by naivety or choice it was hard to tell.
For the rest of the meal, which by now really only consisted of desert, Elrond kept his legs firmly closed, much to Pandion's obvious disappointment. Elrond also noticed that whenever talk turned to Pandion's inheritance and when it was that he thought his father would hand the throne down to him he became depressed and bored of the topic very quickly. Elrond had a feeling the Prince had experienced this conversation many times before.
"Well that was a most glorious meal, made more so by the company." Celeborn flattered his guests.
"Indeed it was but the moon is high and Pandion must be tired from his journey."
Pandion wasn't sure of Elrond's intents, as the Elf had kept his voice very guarded. Probably playing games now to get back at him for caressing his leg.
"Elrond is right. I am exhausted from all the flying I had to do in order to get here. I think I would very much desire to sleep now."
"Well then, you can have the talan next to Elrond's. I trust you can show him where Elrond, as both Celeborn and I are most exhausted and our sleeping quarters are in the opposite direction."
Elrond nodded and bowed as the Lord and Lady departed. He then turned and began the walk to his talan without so much as a word to Pandion, interested to see what the Roc would do.
Rather insulted that the Elven Lord had failed to invite him to join him Pandion got up and followed him anyway. Drawing up along side the Elf he kept his eyes fixed forward and didn't speak.
Elrond glanced across at him and wondered at the usually vibrant Roc's silence. As a sly smirk passed across Pandion's face Elrond sighed in defeat, knowing he'd been caught doing exactly what the Prince had wanted to catch him doing.
"How your wife could have been simply content with you I'll never know." Elrond remarked.
"You've spent all of a few hours with me Master Elrond and yet you draw such a bold conclusion."
Oh Pandion was a master seducer. Unlike his sister whose relative innocent use of 'master' would send shivers down his spine, her brother's voice dripped with sensuality as he spoke the word and set fire to Elrond's blood.
"You told me yourself your wife and you were content with one another's company." Elrond stated plainly. He was not about to let the Roc win their game so easily.
"You know that is not what I meant." Pandion replied. Finally throwing his gaze towards the Elf.
Reaching the base of the tree in which the talan Elrond had been allocated for his stay in Lothlórien was situated, Pandion lounged against the tree's trunk and his tongue slipped out to moisten his lips.
"Now, Master Elrond. You have one of three choices. You could a) invite me up into your talan where I imagine we could find plenty of tantalizing things to do, or b) if you so prefer, I could ravage you right here, and finally c) you could go up to your talan and send me alone to mine where I will be forced to take care of this myself."
He finished by sliding a hand down his body to brush against his growing arousal through his breeches.
Elrond wasn't entirely sure he'd heard what option c) was but he'd made his decision long before then. The sight of Pandion touching himself, although still fully clothed, only served to stiffen his resolve.
As the Roc closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of his hand upon himself as Elrond watched, the Elf saw his opportunity and took it. Elrond strode over and, before Pandion knew what was happening let alone being able to voice any protest, the Elven Lord had hoisted the other male into the air and draped him over his shoulder.
As Pandion came to his senses the Elf had already begun to climb up to the talan. The Roc had a disconcerting view of the ground from his position, hanging over Elrond's shoulder.
It was then that it hit him how this must look. Him, the Prince of the Rocs, being carried like some prize up a tree by the Lord of Rivendell. He began to struggle and hit Elrond rather hard across the back.
"Put me down! This is not dignified!"
"No I don't imagine it is but perhaps you should have said something when we were closer to the ground. If you keep that up it will not be of my choosing they you are released from this 'indignity' as you have so aptly put it."
Pandion took another look at the ground below them and stilled. Had they been at the top of a cliff he would have decided differently. Falling from a cliff would have allowed him enough time to change to his Eagle form and simply fly to safety. This drop however was too short for that and yet too long for him not to sustain any nasty injuries.
So, scowling, he endured the humiliation of being carried up the tree like a maiden by her knight. He endeavoured that this would be the last time Elrond played the dominant role tonight. He smirked at the thought and began to plan how he would conquer this Elf that he had spent so many years lusting after.
After hauling himself and the Roc up into the talon he moved to begin lighting a few candles so that he wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.
"Could you have taken any longer to climb up here?" Pandion spoke up from over his shoulder.
Elrond turned and dumped the Prince unceremoniously on the bed and climbed on with him, covering the Roc's body with his own and pressing him into the mattress.
"I would have thought you'd be a little bit more appreciative Pandion. I did, after all, save you all that climbing."
The Prince smirked up at him and suddenly Elrond found his back pressed against the mattress and Pandion sitting above him, a triumphant grin on his face.
"Yes I really should thank you more kindly Elrond. You have saved me unnecessarily wasting energy on the frivolous task of climbing. While at the same time you have spent yours hauling us both up. Yes, I really should me more appreciative of your kindness."
Elrond looked almost worried for a second as the Rocs gave him a predatory smirk. He was pretty sure what Pandion had in mind for tonight but he was most certainly not about to let the Prince have his way with him. If anyone was going to be on top it was him, unfortunately Pandion seemed to have the same idea.
Elrond tried in vain to mimic the move Pandion had pulled on him but only ended up squirming unsuccessfully, pinned beneath the Roc. For all his frail appearance the Roc still seemed to have retained the strength of the young warrior he was before grief took it's toll on his body.
"Now that I have you right where I want you my Lord, I think that both you an I are wearing entirely too much clothing." He raised a suggestive eyebrow. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He tugged at the sash about Elrond's waist and it easily slipped from the Elf's body. Pandion tossed it back over his shoulder and pushed the heavy outer robe open, revealing the soft peach coloured tunic beneath it. It too was long and intricate silver threads traced patterns across its front.
Pandion took little of it in though; there would be plenty of time to admire Elrond's clothing when he dressed in the morning. Pandion smirked to himself and began working the clasps running down the front of the tunic open.
Not about to be left half naked while Pandion was still fully dressed Elrond sat up and began loosening the ties at the front of Pandion's jacket.
Pandion watched with amusement as the Elf began to tug at the ties, trying to loosen the jacket enough to be removed without having to free the laces all the way down.
"I promise, were I in my Half form we would have both been naked a long time ago."
Elrond smiled and began to lift the jacket up. Pandion raised his arms and helped the Elf get the jacket off. Beneath he wore a light shirt which, much to Elrond's relief was done up with simple buttons.
Now that Elrond was sitting Pandion was able to rid the Elf completely of his robe and his tunic was swift to follow. By the time the tunic joined the robe and sash upon the floor Elrond had removed his shirt and thrown it aside.
Each took a moment to drink in the sight of the other's naked chest before flesh was pressed together and lips crashed in a fierce and dominating kiss. Elrond coaxed Pandion's tongue into a battle for dominance of the kiss and neither was willing to submit.
However Elrond, by this point, was very much sick of being pinned beneath the Roc and aimed to distract him long enough so that he may reverse their positions. The Elf smiled against Pandion's lips as he slid a hand in between them and pressed his palm against the Roc's erection.
Although a layer of soft leather still separated him from the Elf the mere pressure Elrond applied to his arousal was enough to wrench a loud moan from the Roc.
As soon as the sweet sound slipped past the Prince's lips Elrond gripped him and flipped them both so that Pandion now lay, stunned, beneath him. It was Elrond's turn to smirk down at the other male.
"That." Pandion gasped out "Was cheating. And you shall be punished for it."
"How do you plan to do that sweet Prince, pinned so helplessly beneath me as you are?"
"Two can play at your game my Lord." Pandion whispered seductively in Elrond's ear as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his leggings and gripped the Elf's erection.
A strangled moan escaped Elrond as Pandion's hand closed about his hardness. The Prince, not stopping there, bent his head and flicked his tongue across a nipple. Elrond gave in and moaned loudly in approval of the Roc's actions but still he had not reacted quite the way Pandion needed him to.
The Roc nipped at the nipple and Elrond shifted slightly to the side, seeking not only more from the mouth upon him but greater friction against the hand grasping him. Pandion wasted no time in rolling the Elf the rest of the way off him. Elrond cursed himself for not seeing it coming and just as he tried to sit up slightly the Roc gripped the waistband of his leggings and ripped them from his body.
The Elf gasped and looked up at his torn pants in shock. Pandion feigned an apologetic look and pouted slightly.
"Oh dear, I hope they're replaceable."
"I'll have you know the Lady Galadriel had them made for me only this morning."
"Well then, I'm sure she can have another pair made for you if you miss them that much."
"Oh I don't miss them in the least bit. Just like you wont miss yours once I have them off." The Elf's tongue flicked across his lips to wet them as he began to pull at the ties on Pandion's pants as the Roc knelt above him.
Finding his current position insufficient for helping him untie the Roc's breeches the Elf pulled his legs out from beneath him and knelt before him. While his hands continued the increasingly frustrating task of untying the male's pants he lent forward and captured Pandion's lips, the Roc's hands fisting in his dark hair as he tried to dominate the kiss.
Finally Pandion felt the leather pants being pushed from his hips. Unfortunately the Elf couldn't pull the wonderful trick Pandion had on his pants, as the Roc's were made of a soft leather and not the light fabric Elrond's had been.
Once the Elf had pushed the pants to his bent knees Pandion shifted his weight and removed them completely himself. Naked, he crawled back up the bed to where the Elf still knelt.
Elrond wasn't sure what had happened or who had moved first but when he next opened his eyes he was lying atop a heavy lidded Pandion as he stroked the Roc's hardness. Pandion to seemed to be at a lost cause as to how they ended up as they were and he shook his head lightly to clear it before he groaned low in the back of his throat. He was not, however going to let the Elf take him, not tonight.
As Elrond smirked down at him and continued his pleasuring of him Pandion reached up and gripped the Elf's hips and with all the strength he could summon up at that moment, rolled the Elf off him. Before the Elrond could protest Pandion's hands were upon him again and he felt himself rolled, this time onto his stomach. Then the Roc's body covered his own. Pandion's breath was hot and laboured against his ear as he spoke.
"I know neither of us is willing to submit Elrond. You and I are both too strong and proud for that. I will let you take me on another night but tonight…you are mine." A hot tongue traced the Elf's sensitive ear before lips closed about its tip and Elrond moaned loudly as he felt Pandion's hand trace lightly down his back.
Pandion slid a finger into him and that finger was quickly joined by a second and then a third. Elrond's moans became more frequent and fractured as Pandion flexed his fingers and stroked that blissful spot within him.
The fingers were removed too soon for Elrond's liking but as he felt the Roc shift above him he knew they would soon be replaced with something even more pleasurable. He moaned loudly and screwed his eyes shut as Pandion entered him, his own groan mingling with the Elf's.
As the Roc began to thrust into him he shifted beneath him in an attempt to relieve some of the ache of his own need. Pandion sensed this and coaxed the Elf to rise up onto his knees. Pandion then slid a hand around Elrond's hips and grasped his length, stroking him in time with his own thrusts. The Elf rocked his hips back to meet Pandion's thrusts as the pleasure built.
"Pandion." Elrond gasped out and the Roc's eye fluttered closed at the sound of his name flowing off the Elf's lips in the heat of passion. "Harder."
It was a request Pandion had no objections granting and he began to thrust harder and deeper into the Elf beneath him.
"Yes…………oh!" Elrond let out a strangled gasp.
Pandion was panting heavily above him and gripped Elrond's hips harder as he felt his climax approaching. Elrond tossed his head back, long dark hair lying slick across his back as his climax hit him. Gasping for air he rode the waves of pleasure as Pandion continued to thrust into him and then he felt the Roc still before he heard his name called out as the Roc joined him in orgasmic bliss.
Elrond collapsed to the bed, his knees giving way beneath him, taking Pandion with him, who at least had the decency to roll off his back once they'd hit the mattress.
The two lay beside one another, their breathing slowly returning to normal as Pandion gently stroked his fingers through Elrond's damp hair. Despite having played the dominating role in bed that night it was Pandion who curled up against the Elven Lord and drifted off to sleep first. A content smiled etched across his fine features that Elrond was sure would have been reflected in his eyes were they open.
As the Roc shifted and moved his head to lie on Elrond's shoulder, an arm draped across his waist, the Elf allowed his own eyelids to slip closed. Though blissfully happy as sleep claimed him he would not wake to the same feeling.
To be continued…
Disclaimer:
I do not own Lord of the Rings or any of the places, characters, items, etc associated with it. I am not making any money from this piece of fiction and am merely borrowing these places and characters to place in a new situation for your and my amassment.
However, the Rocs, the City of Cirus, Aquila, Pandion, Audax and any other characters, weapons, places, etc associated with the Rocs are my own creation and I lay full claim to them.