Title: Lessons pt. 2/?

Author: Deathangelgw

Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever, so stop yellin'!

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

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'

Humming softly as he walked along the halls of his new home, Imladris, Elrond did not look around as he headed inexorably for his study. They had been in Imladris now for nearly a month and, with the construction nearly complete on some of the last buildings, things were finally falling into routines. The fields had been ploughed along with fruit trees being planted and soon they would be sowing the first seedlings that the gardens of Lindon and Lindórinand had produced.

Duties had also been established and a guard set up to protect the lush vale from Orc invasions, orchestrated skillfully by Lord Celeborn. Prince Thranduil had taken on the tasks of the household duties, both Lords being certain to include Elrond in all that was being done so that he would learn all the faster in order to be on his own in ruling. Erestor had helped with the correspondences and Elrond found that he truthfully could not have done all that had been done without those three essential persons.

He smiled happily as he skipped slightly into the study and went towards his library, waving cheerfully at Erestor as the other Peredhel worked diligently on some correspondence to Lindon. Erestor watched his Lord in a mixture of amusement and longing before he shook himself. "My Lord is chipper this fine day," he commented quietly as he stood and stretched, taking advantage of the distraction for a brief respite.

Looking over, Elrond smiled brightly. "Aye I am! Imladris is coming along so well! I never thought it would come to such, but if I had not had the help of Lords Celeborn and Thranduil as well your own help, I think it would have failed swiftly," he replied contentedly, turning before he could see Erestor's warm, yet wistful smile as he replaced the tome he had been researching from. He picked up another, smiling softly as he read the title. "The Fall of Gondolin. Perhaps I should read this to learn on follies of leadership," he murmured quietly, regretfully. He looked up as he felt a hand on his shoulder and smiled at his Chief Advisor. "Maybe I can then learn what to avoid," he added somewhat jestingly.

Eyes soft with his regard, Erestor shook his head. "My Lord…you need not read how others failed to know how to rule correctly. You have a good heart, an open ear, and a gentle countenance that encourages hard work. You are a hardened warrior as well as scholar and healer and, even though you are young, you have great potential," he said quietly, firmly, as he gazed at Elrond intently.

Blinking slowly in surprise, Elrond stared at Erestor before breaking into a soft smile. "I did not know your regard for me was so much, Erestor. Hannon le," he whispered, humbled at the fair appraisal of his worth. He blinked again as Erestor looked away as though in embarrassment, then glanced away himself. "Regardless, I should go now. I do not wish to take up more of your time," he murmured as he fingered the volume in his hand.

"You did not take up my time, my Lord," Erestor returned quietly as he went back towards his desk. He sat, and then looked over. "By the way, just so you know…according to Thranduil, the baths have been finished. Mayhap you would like to go and relax," he suggested with a wistful smile.

"Thank you! I think I shall!" Elrond replied warmly as he hurried out, eager now to try out those new additions fully. Sighing softly, Erestor watched the other Peredhel leave before returning to his work. Someday he might have the courage to speak his heart…but not this day.

*~~**~~*

Elrond smiled as he walked carefully down the cobblestone pathway that went between the various pools, breathing in the heady scent of steam and lavender mingling with the scents of chamomile and ylang ylang. He noted that many of the privacy screens had been pulled around the pools, which was what he had intended them for, making them public, yet capable of privacy. His bare feet walked nimbly along until he came to one of the last pools that were unscreened. Tucking his towel more securely around his slender waist, he peered in and stopped, stunned at what was before him.

A soft chuckle left the kiss bruised lips of Thranduil as he leaned his head back to murmur something to Celeborn while he undulated slowly on the silver Lord's lap. Elrond felt heat rush through him as he watched a strong, yet slender hand run down the golden Prince's chest to beneath the water's surface, causing a soft gasp to fly from Thranduil's lips as he arched sharply and trembled. The Sinda cried out as Celeborn grinned and shifted, pressing up farther into his lover as they began to move harder and faster together, causing the water to splash over the edges.

Flushed and breathing fast, Elrond watched wide-eyed and unashamed as he observed their coupling with arousal. He groaned quietly as Thranduil arched sharply, golden hair flying around the two Elves as he climaxed with a cry of Celeborn's name. Celeborn growled softly, surprising the Peredhel with the feral sound as he thrust up twice, jarring Thranduil's shaking body as he found his own release within the golden body. The two collapsed together, kissing lazily as they regained control on their breathing and their shaking while hazy gray eyes took it all in.

Shifting, Elrond leaned his head against the wall, wiping his face with a trembling hand as he struggled to keep quiet lest he be heard. But, to his horror, he was not as successful as he had hoped.

"Are you going to stay there all day or are you going to join us?"

Thranduil's voice was thick with amusement and sated laziness as he wrapped an arm around Celeborn's head lightly, arching to show off his body somewhat as the sheepish Peredhel came around the edge and stood before them, obviously aroused and very embarrassed. Thranduil grinned widely as Celeborn's hand brushed over his body in a slow caress as they observed the fidgeting younger Elf as he glanced any where but at them. "So…did you enjoy the show?" the golden Prince asked wickedly, licking his lips as the flush on the pale cheeks deepened.

"Do not tease, Thranduil. It is quite obvious that he did indeed enjoy our show," Celeborn chided his lover good naturedly before placing a kiss on the soft skin of the Sinda's neck, his own blue eyes intent upon Elrond as the Peredhel watched the simple moves hungrily. "Shut the screen please, Elrond. We need not have observers," he murmured quietly, smirking against Thranduil's shoulder as Elrond obeyed, bewildered.

“At least…none more than we want,” Thranduil added with a sultry chuckle, earning a perplexed gaze from their Peredhel Lord as he shut the screen and turned to them.

“You…wished me to see?” Elrond whispered hoarsely, trembling as he kept his hands to his side, willing himself to control so as not to touch himself. He was torn being embarrassed for his reaction, confused at their seeming relaxed acceptance of his presence, and almost outrage for the plot that led him here.

“Hmm…I do not believe ‘wished’ is the word. More like…intended,” Celeborn purred out, smiling as Thranduil chuckled again before turning his head for a deep kiss. Elrond moaned as he watched them kiss, seeing their tongues play lazily in a truly seductive dance before they parted and smirked at him.

“Come join us, Peredhel neth, and learn of other lessons,” Thranduil whispered huskily as he waved a slender hand through the heated waters invitingly. (young Half Elf)

The words were a command and an invite to the youth, who shuddered visibly to them as his hands automatically came up to the towel that was wrapped low on his hips. Slowly, the towel slid down his legs, baring him fully to the two Elf Lords before a single digit beckoned him forward into the steaming water. He did not notice the heat, his gaze held by the two smoldering stares that observed his every move. He glided through the water towards them, his gray eyes nearly black with the need that their constant regard rung out of him.

He moved slowly to their side, shivering as first one Lord, then the other gently ran their hand down his arm and up his side in a welcoming caress before a strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close, forcing a gasp from him at the shock of contact with their heated skin. He moaned as Thranduil leaned in and sucked on his nipple, tonguing it to peak firmness before moving to the other nipple and repeating the gesture while Celeborn watched, his own hands never stilling as they traveled over the soft skin of Elrond.

Finally, Thranduil sat back and grinned as Elrond swayed unsteadily into their arms, trembling with his need. He was easily moved onto Celeborn’s lap, between Thranduil’s spread legs and faced them. He panted softly, shivering as they resumed their careful explorations with fingers and tongue. Celeborn leaned in and whispered huskily, “First lesson: the acts of taste and touch are more than enough to bring about your greatest enjoyment.” He smiled as Elrond shuddered and arched wordlessly, groaning deeply as he climaxed hard just from the ministrations of Thranduil’s tongue on his nipples and Celeborn’s fingers caressing him every where. The slender fingers that normally wrote diplomatic sentences were clenched tightly around one of their arms, barely holding him up as his mind exploded with his pleasure.

Slumping into their arms, Elrond stared at nothing, dazed as they caressed him soothingly; calming his tremors as his bliss slowly relaxed him. He looked up as he felt a gentle nuzzle along his neck and moaned as he was kissed thoroughly, first by Thranduil, and then by Celeborn. He relished their kisses, taking note the fiery taking his mouth received from Thranduil, while the calm, yet thorough plundering his mouth underwent by Celeborn was just as mind reeling. He collapsed once more into their arms as he moaned, staring up at them in wide eyed, yet lust filled curiosity. “Why?” he whispered finally, huskily.

“We will answer that at another time, during another lesson, Peredhel neth,” Celeborn replied warmly as he smiled before they all stood shakily. Celeborn climbed out first, his body moving smoothly as water dripped slowly down it, tracing every crevasse and dimple as he moved, taking up a towel before helping Thranduil leave the bath. Thranduil helped Elrond out, smirking as Elrond watched them avidly in their comfortable nakedness and familiarity.

Before they left the bath though, they looked over at the confused Peredhel. “Listen for signs of your next lesson, Hîren. We…shall find you the next time,” Thranduil purred out, sending a bolt of desire up Elrond’s spine before they sauntered away, their fingers laced loosely together. Elrond watched them leave, wondering once more why they had allowed him so close. And…when his next lesson might be.

TBC