Author's Note: Written for polyamships Multiamory March and inspired by Teitho's Feb/March 2022 prompt 'longing."
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"Frodo," Galadriel called, "I would like to give you a gift. In the morning, the Fellowship will receive items to aid them on their journey. But this gift, is for you alone," she explained.
"The Lady has foreseen that you will need this gift to make it through your journey, dear Frodo," Celeborn said, making his way down the steps into the glade where his wife and Frodo stood.
Galadriel allowed the neck of her dress to slide down to reveal her bare shoulders. Her skin shown brilliantly in the moonlight. Frodo could scarcely look upon her beauty.
"It is a gift of the flesh. One that will carry you far, dear Frodo," Galadriel said, coming forward now.
Celeborn too removed the grey cloak he had draped over his shoulders and laid it out on the grass before them. Long and of magnificent make it was.
Galadriel then offered forth her hand. "Come, let us give you all the love we have to offer, for we've longed to impart it to you alone," she said, glancing with a smile to her husband.
Frodo, understanding that they wished to fortify his spirit for the great journey to come, stepped forward. He felt the weight of this honor as he took the lady's hand and she pulled him closer. So beautiful they were, her hands, soft and long like the rest of her limbs.
Galadriel bent then to sit and gestured for him to join her on the cloak that Celeborn had spread before them. Once seated, she gazed into Frodo's piercing blues with a knowing smile. "You've never been kissed by a lady."
"No, …my lady… you would be the first," he ventured boldly.
She laughed then, a clear and lovely sound. Before the laughter even died on her lips, she leaned forward and captured the hobbits sweet, pink lips with hers. Galadriel's mouth was soft and warm in contrast to the coolness of the glade in which they sat. Frodo enjoyed the taste of fresh spring that danced across his tongue when she invited him in closer with her own.
When they parted, the lady smiled with a twinkle in her eye and Frodo did indeed feel refreshed but also ravenous.
Celeborn who still stood beside them, gave a hum of appreciation. "Your beauty rivals that of elves, Frodo Baggins."
Galadriel looked up at him with a wide smile in agreement. "Come join us, dear husband," she urged with a raised hand.
Before taking a seat beside them, Celeborn made quick work to divest himself of his white loose-fitting shirt to reveal the naturally well-built physique and pale skin beneath. He glowed dazzlingly in the moonlight which shown near blinding through his long silver hair.
"My lord, you are a sight to behold," Frodo exclaimed in awe.
"I am glad to hear it," Celeborn began, "for I desired you the moment I set eyes upon you in the distance."
Frodo felt the warmth curling in his abdomen then and the blood begin to rush down further.
"It is time to do away with your clothes, Frodo," Galadriel said sweetly, understanding his need.
"Yes, my lady," Frodo said. And began to undo his trousers.
"Here, allow me," Celeborn said, leaning forward and taking hold of the strings. Frodo's breath hitched in anticipation as he could feel the lord's long, strong fingers through his trousers as they undid them.
Pulling them slowly below his half-hard cock, Frodo heard Celeborn and Galadriel inhale with pleasure at the sight of his length. Long, pink and wide.
The cool night air brushed past his now bare legs and enjoying the contrast, Frodo did away with his top as well. Standing bare in the Mirror's glade, he took in the full moon above, bathing the eager faces of the lord and lady in its pearly light.
As soon as Frodo lowered himself down again, Celeborn scooted forward and urged him to lay back. So, Frodo did, taking the night sky in at a new vantage point, and the magnificent face of the lord above him.
Bracketing Frodo's hips with his arms, Celeborn leaned closer and met the hobbits eyes. "May I?" he asked. Raising his left hand to gesture at Frodo's erection.
"It would be an honor," Frodo breathed out, excitement tinging his words.
And with swift hands, Celeborn undid his own trousers and tossed them aside with his shirt. He returned to bracketing Frodo's hips. The lord's erection shown glistening, already wet.
Celeborn brought their cocks together, rubbing them alongside one another, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Frodo and a moan equal from his wife.
Frodo basked as he felt their precum mix together, and his erection only hardened. Frodo found himself bucking forward, seeking more friction.
Celeborn smiled, rubbing soft circles with his left hand along Frodo's stomach and bare abdomen, easing him back down.
He scooted back, leaving Frodo wanting, but returned a moment later with his shirt and placed it as a pillow beneath the other man's hips.
Celeborn then turned to his wife, "I sense your longing, dear one, come," and Frodo nodded in encouragement, now entranced by the lady's breasts as she came forward. Full and bouncing as they were.
Lady Galadriel scooted forward, a delighted smile on her lips as she made her way between the hobbit's legs. "You are in great need," she said.
And with that she placed her hands on either of his knees and began to massage her way down with gentle strokes, causing Frodo's cock to twitch further in anticipation. It glistened with the need she spoke of.
With the moonlight framing her golden hair, she bent down and placed another kiss to his lips, her breasts brushing against his chest as she did so. This kiss was more urgent, wet and heated.
She trailed kisses then along his jaw and neck, warm and panting as he was.
"My lady," Frodo begged.
Galadriel smiled against the skin of his chest, and made her way lower, stopping to encircle her tongue around his erect nipples, lavishing the left and then the right. She then placed her hands flat on his chest and gazed sweetly into his bright, eager eyes. "When the time is right," she said.
And lowered her moth to his groin, nuzzling her way down to his now throbbing erection. She placed soft kisses along the base, and grasped the length in her long pale hands. Then she began to pump, spreading the cum down the shaft. And with one final smile, she parted her lips and wrapped them around the tip of Frodo's cock.
She began to move her mouth down lower, her pink lips stretched to fit his wide girth. She had him entirely in her mouth when she removed her hands from around him and instead began to play with his two great testes with her right while her left hand kept his legs parted.
Frodo squirmed in pleasure. And relished the heat of the lady's mouth encircling him and the sounds of her ministrations, wet and slick. A moan escaped his lips.
He watched then as the lord bent down behind his wife on both knees and gave his erection a few pumps before parting her passage. He then slid inside her with his hands on either side of her buttocks as she continued to move her mouth about Frodo's cock. Frodo now had both of them in his sights.
Galadriel gave only a soft shudder as Celeborn entered her, rocking her mouth even more vigorously on Frodo's still hard cock. The moonlight framed the two in brilliance and they looked absolutely heavenly to Frodo, unravelling in this beautiful glade.
The lord continued to move rhythmically inside of the lady, his mouth open and eyes bright with pleasure. But then, he let go of her backside, and slowly pulled out of her, revealing his wet, still hard erection.
The lady too, slowed her lapping and sucking. She then began to pull her mouth away from his length completely.
Now, still panting and longing, Frodo, looked at the two in confusion.
They sat back, and gave each other an ancient smile, one that Frodo could not decipher for their wisdom stretched beyond his years.
"When the time is right, you will receive the remainder of this gift, dear Frodo," Galadriel said, her voice only slightly shaky from the pleasure that still coursed through her.
Rising, Celeborn bent forward and closed the distance between them, placing a long, wet kiss upon the hobbit's parted lips. Frodo's eyes glistened with unmet desire.
"And we will give it gladly, time and again, when your journey is complete," Celeborn explained.
"Then I must not fail even more so," Frodo said, determined.
"We'll await you eagerly," Celeborn replied.
"We will think of you often," Galadriel added.
Frodo rose then from the cloak, feeling the cool blades of grass between his toes.
"Sleep well," Celeborn told him, wrapping his cloak about his lady's form.
"They will be dreams so sweet, my lord and lady," Frodo said. "When my blood is alight with pleasure, it is you I will think of. And when my hands find purchase, I will call out your names."
"As will we, sweet Frodo," Galadriel said and Celeborn nodded in agreement.
"Rest now," Celeborn urged. And Frodo turned to retrieve his clothing. Still hard and wanting, but filled with thoughts of the beauty and generosity of his lady and lord.