Title:
In Dreams Only
Author: Mythical Rhythm
Pairings:
Elrond/ Maerdion (OMC), Elrond/Gil-Galad
Rating: R
Summary:
For their wedding, Elrond invites some guests, but then meets someone
he never thought to see again.
Disclaimer:
These characters belong to Professor Tolkien. No copyright
infringement is intended. I make no money from this story!
Warning:
AU
Beta read by slayer9649, thank you very much!
All remaining
mistakes are mine.
Feedback: yes please.
Maerdion sat in bed, listening to the sounds of elves making themselves ready for bed, and to a lone minstrel who played a haunting melody upon his flute. Slowly he sank down under the covers, letting the flow of the music gently lull him into sleep.
Maerdion frowned when the bed dipped. Elrond had not joined him since Gil-galad had arrived a week ago. And yet there he was, the tall frame and dark hair were enough evidence. It was Elrond. No other would have dared to approach him in this manner, and most certainly not in the dark. Maerdion anxiously shifted on the bed, unsure of what to expect. Formerly, it had always been him who was in control and not Elrond. It disturbed him, it should not matter whether or not he was in control. Then there was a hand on his shoulder and he immediately calmed down. The hand went to cup his cheek and he leaned into it, purring softly. Even though he had his back turned to Elrond, he knew his lover was smiling. Warmth flushed his body when his hair was swept aside and his neck was softly kissed. Sweet nothings were breathed into his ear, while at the same time hands had begun their sensual exploration of his body.
Maerdion groaned, not believing his luck. Not only was Elrond back in his bed, he was taking charge. He was gently turned in the embrace and whimpered when a hungry mouth found his. Briefly he wondered at seeing green eyes, but reasoned it was probably due to the lighting. Even as he drowned in feelings he refused to let go completely. After all, it was still possible that Elrond wished him to take control soon. With a gasp of surprise he was pushed on his back and saw his lover grin wolfishly. Again a remote part of him noticed that his lover seemed different; however, at the moment he didn't care. Elrond's hands roved over his body and he moaned deliriously. Undulating hips pressed against him, teasing him until he was left aching. When Elrond backed away he immediately voiced his discontent, wishing Elrond would continue to love him. Sighing, he pushed himself up.
Furtively he glanced at Elrond, and his mouth fell open as he watched his lover prepare himself. Gently he was pushed back into the pillows and mounted. He could only beg for more when a blistering heat covered his arousal. Maerdion gasped and moaned and writhed on the bed. It felt good, so good. As his lover bent down to kiss him, he felt loved. And in that glorious moment of giving and taking, he knew that was how he wanted it to be. Now content beyond words he finally let go. Release swept over him like a tidal wave, drowning him in feelings of pleasure, love and happiness. He barely noticed his lover finding ecstasy above him, muscles squeezing all around him.
His sweaty brow was kissed reverently and for the second time that evening he sank below the covers, falling asleep to the sound of silver flutes and tinkling laughter.
Maerdion woke with a start. Outside a cock crowed, greeting Arien's warm rays. Swiftly he looked around, noting that there was no sign of anything having happened last night. He had been dreaming then, and yet his body tingled all over. The dream had given him hope. It was not too late, and it had even given him a plan. He was going to seduce Elrond, and he knew exactly who could help him with that.
Lindir opened the door and stepped back in surprise. On the other side of the door stood Maerdion, grinning madly at him. He let himself in and said: "I need your help."
Carefully he put on the red, almost transparent robes that Lindir had chosen for him. As he moved, the silk caressed his skin, making him shiver with deliciously naughty thoughts. He grinned, seeing the dark lines around his eyes, a touch of red on his cheeks and his lips shining. It made him look beautiful, exotic. He mentally reminded himself that he would need to thank Lindir for the terrific job he had done with the face paint. Elrond wouldn't be able to resist him now.
He continued to stare in the mirror and at last smiled. He was ready.
As he turned to leave the room, he never noticed Lindir's sad smile.
TBC…
