Title: Lessons pt.4/?
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/Erestor and Elrond/Celebrian/Erestor
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: I know…I know…very long time no post! I'm sorry but the muses abandoned me! And then…they grew a plot…gah! So, enjoy! And please review!

'thoughts'

 

The gentle sounds of birds mingled with heavy panting as they greeted the dawn along with three Elves that were heavily into each other. A silver head bobbed slowly up and down on the large member in his mouth, groaning as he was taken from behind by the golden haired Elf. The younger dark haired Elf that was being suckled on arched as he moaned, threading his delicate fingers into the silver hair that was like liquid over his stomach and groin, watching with stormy grey eyes as the golden Elf took the silver Elf even harder. Gasping suddenly as he arched, the young Peredhel trembled as he climaxed, feeling his seed hit the back of the silvan Elf's throat. He groaned even louder as he was suckled harder, drained of the last of his seed by those supple lips before being released.

He watched heavy lidded as gold and silver mingled, deeply tongued kisses mimicking the joining lower down as the two other Elves moved harder with each other. A delicate hand encircled the pulsing flesh between the silver Elf's legs and stroked once before a strangled cry left bruised lips and the lithe body arched in pleasured shudders from release while cream spurted out and covered the hand that had caused the cascade. A soft grunt of pleasure followed soon after as the golden Elf stiffened and plunged deep into his lover's depths, shuddering with his own release before they fell forward into the dark haired Elf's arms.

The three Elf Lords lay together entwined and sweaty, panting softly from their exertions as they kissed lazily before settling into post coital bliss in each other's arms. The Peredhel lay quietly between the older Elves as he took turns tracing idle caresses over them, smiling as they were returned just as lazily. But…something was on his mind. Something that had been on his mind for a long time. After a bit, he voiced his concern. "Why…do you never take me or allow me to take you?" he asked softly as he nuzzled into Thranduil's shoulder.

Thranduil and Celeborn looked at each other over Elrond, frowning lightly before they looked down at the suddenly melancholy youth. "Elrond…do you not know that…when one is penetrated in an act of intimacy, that you are bonded as life mates?" Celeborn asked gently as he rubbed gentle fingers along the flawless skin of the younger Elf.

Shaking his head, Elrond resisted the urge to pout as he sighed. "No I did not know. I…guess you do not wish to bond with one such as me…" he murmured sadly.

"What do you mean by that?" Thranduil demanded somewhat heatedly as he gazed down at Elrond, earning a blink of surprise from the younger Elf before grey eyes focused on him. "We…at least I…would bind with you if we were not already bonded. But yours is not to be with us and we are already bound with each other and one other," he explained, gentling his tone from the irrational anger he had felt. It was not Elrond's fault for circumstances, nor was it necessary for the Peredhel to so blame himself. "You are a wonderful lover and have become stronger than you seem to realize, pen-neth. We enjoy the time we have with you." (young one)

"But you would not bind with me. It is all right…I understand. You are, after all, bonded with the High King…and…why should you want to bond with a mere Peredhel?" Elrond murmured as he sat up out of their loose embrace, gazing sadly at his hands. (Half Elf)

The two Elven Lords looked at each other in surprise before Celeborn murmured, "You know of our relationship with Ereinion?"

"It…never mind. Yes, I know…it does not matter. How long will I expect you to stay with me?" Elrond mumbled dejectedly as he curled up. When silence answered him, he sighed. "You did not know then? I am surprised. But…that is most likely how it will be. Always on the outside, looking in and trying to figure out…ai, such talk. I am going to clean up and-"

"Elrond…do not speak in riddles or cut off before explaining yourself," Thranduil stated testily as he sat up and stopped Elrond from moving, gazing at his young bedmate. "What is it?"

Sighing quietly as he curled up more, Elrond answered, "Erestor told me that the High King is coming soon…with the Lady Galadriel and…"

"Celebrian…my daughter…" Celeborn whispered tightly, his voice tight with longing as he too sat up and turned away; avoiding the sympathetic gaze that Thranduil cast him.

"Aye…your daughter, Celeborn melethen. It has been how long?" Thranduil murmured quietly as he rubbed Elrond's back tenderly. (my love)

"Nigh half a millennia…maybe less…" Celeborn replied dejectedly as he gazed down at his hands. "Ever since Eregion and when we parted…aye, it has been so long," he added on a whisper.

"She is well almost half a millennia herself, aye, melethen geleb?" Thranduil asked gently as he shifted over and wrapped his arms around his mate. (my silver love)

"Aye," Celeborn replied on a near sob as his voice broke, longing and sorrow tearing him inwardly and rejection and fear taking the place of any joy he had just had.

Feeling sympathy and a desire to comfort well up in him, Elrond moved over as well and cuddled with the other two, running soothing hands over Celeborn's arms and hands. "I am sure it will be all right," he whispered softly, confidently.

"You do not know that entire story, pen neth, but your words are comforting nonetheless," Celeborn answered hoarsely as he caressed Elrond's hand with his own before lacing their fingers together and laying his head back onto Thranduil's strong shoulder. "Mayhap another day when I am not heart broken I will share our sordid tale," he added wearily.

Thranduil placed a soft kiss on the exposed neck, suckling gently on the pale skin until it bruised enough to see. He traced his tongue over the mark, smiling at the hungrily watching younger Elf as Celeborn moaned. "Just remember something…both of you. Until we are parted, you are mine and I am yours. Fate brought us together and fate will bring us apart. But we are always there for each other," he whispered huskily before kissing Celeborn deeply. Celeborn moaned again, arching as Elrond began suckling on his nipples before the Peredhel was pulled into a kiss with the blond. They lay back, twining together as they set to pleasuring each other once more. Some things were best just left unsaid…

*~~**~~*

Erestor sighed quietly as he directed the workers as they set up the conference hall for the White Council. They had special chairs for the Dwarf representatives as well as needing special placing for all of the Men, Elf, and Istari representatives. Foods had been prepared all day for the feast that was to occur the next day once all the guests had arrived, which had been occurring the entire week so far. Tensions were high, but it wasn't the dangerous kind just yet. Luckily.

Sighing softly, Erestor glanced over to where Elrond was speaking quietly with their new Captain of the guard, Glorfindel. Only the higher echelon of the Elves knew that Glorfindel was indeed the reborn Balrog-slayer, but that change had been rather interesting as well. He had arrived with Cirdan's group that also contained Mithrandir and had been introduced. His melding into the seamless running of Imladris had been somewhat rocky, as there had been some personality clashes, but the blond warrior had already endeared himself to most of the household.

'Even Elrond,' Erestor thought sorrowfully as he glanced away, his hand clenching into a fist before he refocused on what he was doing and directed some more of the settings. 'Another to take what I long to have…' he said silently, bitterly.

A runner suddenly came in and went swiftly to Elrond. "My Lord! The High King is approaching!" he declared, causing a fresh stir of excitement as the news echoed around the room.

Curious, Erestor watched Elrond's face as it grew somewhat grim and felt an irrational spark of pleasure at the sight. 'Now you will lose the two who have taken you into their bed. Will you come to me now?' he asked silently, though never spoke his thoughts as he urged the servants to finish quickly so they might prepare a proper greeting for their High King. But his own feelings were in turmoil as he stood next to Glorfindel and watched the joyful greeting that preceded Ereinion Gil-galad's arrival.

Cheering arose to a fever pitch as the processional of warriors and advisors marched into the courts of Imladris before the High King was seen, accompanied by two female Elves of high stature. Erestor felt his breath catch in amazement before glancing at Celeborn's pinched face. 'Lady Galadriel and the Lady Celebrían…' he decided with a small strand of pity for the silvan lord as the group dismounted and approached. All of the waiting household bowed as the High King passed by, the cheers never abating as he strode among them, smiling softly at the gathered before coming up the staircase to where the three Lords and their council stood waiting.

Bowing deeply, Erestor kept an eye on Elrond as the Half Elf spoke eloquently as the clamor died down. "My Lord and High King. Welcome to Imladris!"

"Lord Elrond! You have truly outdone yourself! Imladris is a beautiful paradise, as you had hoped!" Gil-galad declared, beaming as he clasped forearms with Elrond. He turned a small smile on Thranduil and Celeborn before he became formal once more. "Lord Celeborn…Lord Thranduil. It is good to see you. Thank you…for all you have done to aid Elrond in his establishing Imladris," he declared warmly.

"Twas no trouble, Hîren. Imladris was a joy to encourage in its growth," Thranduil replied smoothly as he bowed with Celeborn. (my Lord)

Bowing his head in acceptance, Gil-galad's smile tightened with sorrow that was only seen by the three Lords and Erestor before it brightened into false lightness. "And my Lord Celeborn! Great joy in that your wife and daughter accompanied me!" he announced as he turned to the side before offering his hand to Galadriel as the Lady stepped forward and appraised them coolly before she curtsied with her daughter.

"My Lord…it has been a long time," she murmured demurely before tilting her head towards Celebrían. "You remember our daughter?" she asked, her tones turning a bit nasty as she smirked cruelly at her husband.

Celeborn's eyes saddened before he faced his daughter and smiled. "Celebrían…" he whispered, and then stopped, unable to speak out of fear.

"Ada…it is so good to see you," Celebrían whispered joyfully, tears in her eyes before she stepped forward and embraced him tightly. Swallowing hard, Celeborn returned the hug as he closed his eyes on his tears, not seeing the look of disapproval within his wife's eyes.

Sensing a possible scene, Erestor stepped forward and nodded at Elrond before the other Peredhel faced Ereinion again. "My Lord King, Erestor will show you and your party to the rooms we have prepared for you," Elrond offered as he bowed his head.

Nodding in agreement as he smiled, Gil-galad placed his hand on Elrond's shoulder and squeezed it. "You have made me very proud, Elrond," he said softly, smiling before he followed Erestor into the house, trailed by Galadriel and then Thranduil, Celebrían, and Celeborn. Elrond sighed softly and smiled weakly up at the watching Glorfindel before they too followed the processional to the cheering of the inhabitants of Imladris.

*~~**~~*

Celeborn walked silently among the gardens of Imladris, his thoughts rushing over him as a wave on the shore. He had left Thranduil and Ereinion before any play was to be had between them, too disturbed and uncertain on the recent events of that day to even think of being intimate with them. So he had escaped into the gardens, seeking solace in the innocent and clean nature around him. He finally sat on a bench by a trickling waterfall near the center of the lush gardens, relaxing as the wind blew soothingly around him. He sighed softly as he stared into the glistening fountains, feeling his heart soothe itself with the calm surrounding him and allowing him to trace over his thoughts and feelings, sorting them.

He looked up as he heard a rustle and smiled softly as he sat up to see Celebrían walk in, a shy grin on her face. "Ada? May I sit with you?" she asked quietly as she fingered a strand of her mithril colored hair.

"Always, sellen. What can I do for you?" Celeborn replied tenderly as he patted the bench and watched her settle herself next to him primly before giving him a dimpling smile. (my daughter)

"I just wished to talk to you, Ada. It has been so long and I missed you!" Celebrían answered as she took his hands in her own delicate ones and held them tightly. She beamed at him, her eyes shining with delight as she gazed at him. "The High King is very kind. And I liked Lord Thranduil as well…they are well matched to you, Ada," she murmured with a grin as he stared at her in shock.

"Your naneth…" Celeborn trailed off, dismayed and almost outraged that Galadriel had told their daughter of what had happened.

Giggling, Celebrían shook her head as she saw his surprise. "Nay, Nana did not say anything. She would not hear of anyone bad mouthing you either, just so you know. She still loves you, even though you…strayed?" she offered suggestively as she tilted her eyebrow up in amusement.

"I would not say strayed. We…parted…mutually. Though my heart broke when she forbade me from even sending you letters," Celeborn whispered hoarsely as he cupped her face.

"It was for the best, Ada. You were in secret in Eregion. I understood that. I too have foresight and knew what you needed to do. And I think, even though she may deny it, but your love with Nana has dimmed from the original fire that created me. I understand that…it is for the best for now," Celebrían responded gently as she leaned into his touch before scooting close and hugging him, sighing in bliss as he enfolded her close to him.

"Tell me all that has happened, sellen vell. Leave out nothing so that I may know what I have missed these centuries apart from you," Celeborn murmured as he rubbed her back before they leaned back. (my dear daughter)

Grinning up at him as she nodded, Celebrían began telling tales of their life in Lindórinand. They laughed at the joyous tales and wept at the sorrowful ones, holding tightly to each other as they talked until twilight began to creep over them. Yet even still they did not stop in their talking, both shining in delight with being together, for it had been well known that Celebrían was the apple of her father's eye.

Celeborn was not silent in his tales and spoke some of his travels and of his love of the High King and the Prince of Greenwood. He left out his more recent dalliance with Elrond, not wishing to sound so much a playboy when he was not. He spoke tales of Lindon and Imladris, smiling as her tinkling laughter echoed around them in delight when he spoke of the more humorous tales.

But they were interrupted suddenly as Elrond stepped into the glade, lost in thought. Celeborn cocked an eyebrow as he saw the sudden pink on his daughter's cheeks and came to wonder on it as he called to Elrond. "You are walking in dreams and risk tripping, pen neth." (young one)

Blinking in surprise as he looked up, Elrond flushed as he smiled and bowed. "Oh, I beg your pardon! I was only wondering on some recent things and was walking to clear my mind," he replied sheepishly as fidgeted with his sleeve.

"Ah, so we see. Elrond, you know my daughter, Celebrían? Celebrían, this is Elrond Earëndilion, Lord of this vale," Celeborn introduced them smoothly, smirking as he saw them looking at each other shyly.

"A pleasure, Elrond. You have a very beautiful land, as my Ada has told me," Celebrían murmured quietly as she stood and curtsied.

Bowing as he blushed, Elrond took her hand and kissed it. "Hannon le, Lady Celebrían. But I am afraid her beauty pales compared to you," he responded warmly as they locked eyes. (Thank you)

Smirking at the signs of attraction that was surrounding the two young Elves, Celeborn stood and stretched. "Elrond, why do you not show my daughter around? I must go back to the House to visit with the High King," he suggested dryly, winking as Celebrían giggled and Elrond flushed at the innuendo.  He went to his daughter and kissed her cheek. "We shall visit more later, sellen vell. I will see you tomorrow," he murmured tenderly as he cupped her face before heading away towards the house. He smiled as he heard Elrond murmur something and his daughter giggled again, earning a nod from him. Some things were meant to be.

TBC