Title: Lessons pt. 1/?

Author: Deathangelgw

Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever, so stop yellin'!

Warnings: AU, slash, OOC somewhat, spoilers a bit, lemon/lime later on.

Pairings: Elrond+Thranduil/Celeborn, Ereinion+/Thranduil/Celeborn, eventual Elrond/Celeborn/Thranduil

Rating: R-NC 17 through most of it.

Summary: Imladris has just been established and Ereinion wants Elrond to become a strong leader in all things. He asks Thranduil and Celeborn to 'teach' Elrond what the Peredhel will 'need'.

Beta: MA (or Sarit or butt-munch… whichever she is replying to at the moment…~_^)

A/N: Well, here I wasn't going to start another series, and then Nellas goes and tempts me. Or rather, I tempted her; she drooled, and then proceeded to beg for more. *laughs* So this is for her…hope you like it doll!! *hugs her tightly* So, enjoy! And please review!

'thoughts'

flashback

Soft moans floated from the shrouded bed as it creaked under the movement the three writhing bodies produced together. Panting, gasps for more, and growls heightened the sexual tension in the room as the three Elven Lords worked towards their release within each other. A muffled curse was heard seconds before the bottom most body arched sharply, his golden head tossing as his kiss swollen lips opened on a cry of ecstasy as his climax was ripped from him, spilling on his stomach and the stomach of the dark haired Elf above him. The darkling Elf sped up, grunting as he was squeezed before he bucked and thrust hard once more, setting off the silver haired Elf behind him. The three collapsed together, earning a muffled grunt from the golden Elf as he was pinned by two dead weights.

They stirred after a few minutes of hard breathing and shudders and the top most Lords rolled over to the side, disentangling themselves from each other before the Sinda turned to them and snuggled into the Noldo's arms. The sylvan Elf leaned his chin on one broad shoulder of the dark haired Elf and smiled satedly as he watched the other two kiss softly before he was drawn into the kiss as well. Settling in, they drifted in and out of post coital reverie, contentment radiating from them.

But, before reverie could take them, a soft voice clearing broke the spell. Cocking an eyebrow, both light haired Elves looked at the one who had interrupted their sated peace. "I…would like to ask something of you both," was murmured quietly, surprising them both as they watched their dark lover intently.

"You know it is bad if he asks *after* we have finished making love," Thranduil commented as he stretched, flopping backwards out of their cuddling tangle as he smirked at his two lovers.

"Hush…you have not heard his request yet and you are already becoming snarly," Celeborn chided the younger Elf Lord with a grin as he ran his hand up and down Ereinion's arm soothingly.

Snorting inelegantly, Thranduil rolled back into their presence, propping his face on his fist as he cocked an eyebrow again. "Well he does! We are just about to either sleep or start again and he makes a request!" he added with a slight huff, though his teasing grin belied any animosity towards their High King.

Chuckling softly, Ereinion shook his head at them as he pulled Celeborn firmly up against him while reaching forward to run his fingers through Thranduil's hair. "It is only because I know that you will not object much for I make up for the interruption in full recompense," he murmured lovingly, eyes sparkling as Thranduil's body gave an obvious twitch at that idea. Thranduil could be so incorrigible…

"All right, all right…let us hear your request and you had best make good on that promise!" Thranduil conceded with a well put upon sigh and a wag of his slender finger.

Grinning, Ereinion caught that wagging finger, then held it for Celeborn to suck on slowly, causing a moaning purr from the haughty Sinda as they teased him. "You know that I am always true to my word, melethronen valthen," Ereinion whispered huskily, his eyes darkening as he just watched for a minute. He shook himself and stopped Celeborn, who pouted as the digit was removed from his kiss bitten lips, then kissed him in apology. Another throat clearing stopped their tongue tangling apology as Thranduil pouted, then all three laughed as they cuddled closer together. (my golden lover)

"All right…speak on what you would have of us later before you do what we want now," Celeborn whispered huskily as he rocked into Ereinion while lapping at a pointed ear tip and earning a shuddering buck from the High King.

"If you keep up those actions, we shall never hear it!" Thranduil exclaimed with a laugh as he added his own rocking to the tormenting of their lover.

"Ai both of you stop else I shall never be able to think clearly!" Ereinion cried hoarsely as he arched between them in rising pleasure, earning soft chuckles from them as they stilled, much to his singing body's dismay. He closed his eyes, catching his breath and desire and calming them as he shivered, feeling their hands run over him slowly. "You both know of Elrond and his establishing Imladris, correct?" he finally managed quietly, seriously as he caressed them close to him, feeling their affirmatives as they murmured them. "I want you both to attend him and help him learn to be a strong leader."

Silence greeted his request as he felt their gazes boring into him in shock. "You wish us to attend the young one and teach him leadership skills?!" Thranduil finally asked indignantly, his voice rising in pitch with his ire. "If he is so incompetent, why send him at all?!" he demanded angrily, hurt that they would be nothing more than mere tutors.

"He is not incompetent. In fact…he is quite capable, which is why I *am* putting him in charge. But…" Ereinion trailed off as he opened his eyes, watching as the anger on Thranduil's face slowly changed to curiosity. He could feel Celeborn's own curiosity vibrating in his soul as the sylvan Prince pressed close. Taking a deep breath, Ereinion continued. "However, he is…high strung and very eager to please, making him a nervous wreck if things go wrong. I want you to guide him in all things."

"*All* things?" Celeborn murmured as he smirked in interest, noting Thranduil's eyes lighting up as they would when the golden Prince caught onto something that would surely end up fun by the end of the day.

Turning his head slightly, Ereinion smiled as he ran his hands down them both. "*All* things," he confirmed softly, grinning as they trembled under his sure hands. "Make him a leader in all aspects and give him the confidence to be what he is, not what he *thinks* he is."

"Well since you put it so delightfully, how can we refuse our King?" Thranduil commented lightly, albeit a bit huskily as he pressed close towards Ereinion, earning soft laughs from the three of them before their mouths found each other's.

As they moved into a more comfortable position, mainly with Celeborn deep inside Ereinion while Ereinion was taken into Thranduil's mouth, Ereinion thanked the Valar silently for his beloved lovers' cooperation. There was really no one else he could think of to help his young Herald better than they.

*~~**~~*

Elrond stood proudly before the three Elven Lords, though Celeborn could tell easily that he was nervous. It was not often that the High King saw someone on a personal request, but Ereinion was not wasting time. In two days' time, Elrond would leave for Imladris with the ones who would be living there as well and the High King needed to make sure that his Herald was open to and willing to have Thranduil and Celeborn present in these first years.

'He is young, but I still say that he is very strong. Aye, Ereinion is right in thinking that Elrond needs guidance to be *who* he is, not what he *thinks* he is,' the silver haired Lord thought warmly as he watched Elrond stride forward, exuding a slight bit of false confidence to bolster himself as he faced three of the most esteemed Lords of the Edhil. 'A mere Peredhel, yet he has come very far for one his age. Determined…gracious…intelligent…and beautiful,' he considered, his eyes sliding to the two that he held dearest to his heart. He watched his own dark haired lover as Ereinion sat regally on his throne, back straight, face warm, yet firm without any trace of what his emotions may be.

Feeling his heart flutter as he gazed upon the one who had captured his heart, Celeborn traced his gaze over the regal features before letting it trail over the golden Elf that stood next to the High King, as radiant as the sun. Haughty expression firmly in place, Thranduil coolly watched Elrond approach. Only those close to him knew the conceitedness was but a façade, but it served the Sinda well when it came to intimidation. In truth, all three of them could be intimidating, but in various ways. Pride for Thranduil, regality for Ereinion, and cool appraisal for Celeborn worked to undo any who dared to challenge them.

Though it has been difficult for the three and any who know of their relationship let them know of the disapproval, though it is not public knowledge. Only a few know though: Cirdan, Erestor their Chief Councilor and now Elrond's Chief Advisor…and Galadriel. Feeling his heart sadden as he thought back to his estranged wife, Celeborn could not help the soft sigh that escaped from his lips, earning a concerned look from both of his lovers.

Since before Eregion's fall, she had been unwelcoming to say the least, gladly taking their daughter to Lindórinand when it came time for Celeborn to infiltrate Eregion and try to advise the ill-fated Celebrimbor. He had a feeling she had had a vision of his finding love in another's arms, but that was his contemplation of now. Then, it had been devastation that had landed him within Thranduil, and then Ereinion's arms, where he had found some peace to his heart's turmoil.

But she had not been the only one to cause them grief. Erestor had as well, reminding Ereinion repeatedly that an heir was needed to succeed the High King should anything happen.

~*~*Flashback*~*~

"My Lord King! You must consider the perils of not having an heir!"

Celeborn looked at Thranduil in concern as the uncharacteristic outburst floated out to them where they were in Ereinion's private study. They stood silently and crept towards the door, where they watched unseen the drama that was unfolding between the Chief Councilor and the High King.

"My duties are to my people, Erestor! But my heart is my own and I will not do something that I have no desire to do, which is lay with an Elleth merely for the sake of producing an heir!" Ereinion shot back, his temper just beginning to emerge in the rising of his voice and the furrowing of his brow as he glared at his Councilor.

"My Lord King…if your people were to know that you refused to give them an heir because of something that best not be mentioned-" The resounding slam of Ereinion's hand on his desk silenced the speech even before it was truly begun, startling all of them at its fierceness.

Ereinion's glare was now filled with rage as he glowered at Erestor, causing the Councilor to blanch. The High King rarely lost his temper, but what a temper it was when unleashed. Softly, his tones clipped as he leaned on his desk, Ereinion gave his final answer. "My heart is my own, and it belongs to those two Elven Lords whom you have the gall to insult without their presence near. I would rather live in happiness then in necessity. I will not concede to any arrangements in producing an heir now or ever, is that clear?" He waited until he received a shaky nod from his Councilor before straightening. "Now leave me," he commanded quietly as he turned away.

~*~*End Flash*~*~

Celeborn focused on Elrond as he stopped before them, returning to the present. ‘No matter what we decided, we are together now. We would die for each other. Happiness over necessity…’ he thought firmly as he watched the Peredhel.

“Elrond, I am glad you have come before me this day. I have news for you so that you may adjust your plans before leaving us in two days,” Ereinion intoned warmly, a small smile tilting his lips as he watched the small fidgets that caused the Peredhel to hide his hands within his sleeves.

“Your wish is my will, Hîren,” Elrond replied quietly as he bowed his head. (my Lord)

Nodding as he smiled more now, Ereinion steepled his fingers before his face. “I am going to be sending Lords Celeborn and Thranduil with you to Imladris to help you for the first couple of years with duties. They will also be offering you advice and lessons in the way of ruling, since you have not had extensive lessons in ruling. I hope this does not hinder you?” he asked with a tilt of his head.

Eyes widening in surprise, Elrond looked every bit the youth he was as he stood before the three Lords. “Nay! It does not hinder me at all, Hîren! I…I am honored that you would send them to aid me!” he cried in delight, his eyes flicking to both Lords gratefully before he shook himself. He bowed formally, hand over his heart as he murmured, “I will not fail you and will try my hardest to make Imladris the safe haven that you hope it to be.”

“Excellent, my Herald. You may go now and return to your preparations,” Ereinion replied, pleased. They watched as the Peredhel walked out swiftly, fairly vibrating with his excitement before he turned his gaze to the two he was closest to. “Is that satisfactory with you?” he asked quietly as he observed them, hiding his misgivings behind his ‘royal’ mask.

“Very, Hîren,” Thranduil murmured as he bowed his head, his eyes flashing with his hatred of the title. But in public, they kept it formal as was expected.

“And you, Lord Celeborn?” Ereinion questioned his silver lover as he looked over, eyes soft with worry.

Bowing his head as well, Celeborn saluted with his fist over his heart. “I am pleased with the results, Hîren,” he murmured quietly, smiling as he straightened in time to see Ereinion’s visible relaxation.

“Hannon chen,” Ereinion whispered quietly as he bowed his head, the strain of his decision weighing on him as he came to realize fully that in two days time…his beloveds would be gone. He looked up as two hands were gently placed on his shoulders and locked gazes with his lovers. They smiled in understanding before lacing their hands with his own and pulled him up, leading him from the throne room. He smiled gently in return and followed them out. They had only a couple days left together before being parted…they best not waste it.

*~~**~~*

The quiet sounds of people mingling filled the courtyard as the people of Lindon gathered to send the party to Imladris off. Ereinion Gil-galad stood at the top of the courtyard, watching silently as the horses were packed and warriors as well as citizens mounted their steeds in preparation for departure. Ereinion’s eyes were on two figures though, one silver haired and the other golden haired. He felt his heart clench as he watched them laugh softly at something that Lindir the minstrel commented on before they all mounted and wheeled their horses around.

Straightening as he saw Elrond ride forward, the High King masked his feelings and bowed his head before raising a gloved hand over the gathered, earning immediate silence. “May the blessings of the Valar be with you on your journey and may they guide your hearts, hands, and bodies in your new home.” His words rang throughout the courtyard as the wind picked up around them before cheering and cries floated out. His hand dropped as the mounted troupe bowed to their King, then turned and headed from the courtyard, Elrond in the lead.

Ereinion watched silently as the loves of his life left, hopefully to a better life and not to peril. He sighed softly, blinking back tears as they both turned and waved in farewell before following Elrond out the large gate doors. He just hoped everything worked out the way he hoped.

TBC

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