Title: Lessons pt.5/?
Author: Deathangelgw
Disclaimer: Not mine whatsoever, so stop yellin'!
Warnings: AU, slash, OOC somewhat, spoilers a bit, lemon/lime, voyeurism, exhibitionism, double penetration.

Pairings: Elrond+Thranduil/Celeborn, Ereinion/Thranduil/Celeborn, eventual Elrond/Erestor and Elrond/Celebrían/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: Double time! WOOT! So, enjoy! And please review!

'thoughts'

 

Striding through the halls, Celeborn found himself quickening his pace as he neared Ereinion's rooms. He was suddenly very eager to be with his lovers, his heart lightened by the time he had just spent with his beloved daughter. Now, to complete his day, he would lie in both his lovers' arms and make love to them until dawn if need be, so much was his desire for them.

Swiftly, he went into the rooms, nodding at the guards before going inside. He shut and locked the doors, smirking before turning and going in. He grinned slowly as he was greeted with a most delicious sight upon entering the rooms.

Ereinion lay on the settee, robes open, head thrown back in bliss as his long fingers tangled within the golden mane that spilled over his lap in shimmering waves. A soft groan of pleasure floated out as the golden head bobbed slowly up and down under his hands while nimble fingers ran along his thighs, sides, and chest, touching him every where.

Smirking, Celeborn crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the two before him, his own pale blue eyes darkening in lust as he watched his lovers. His eyes narrowed as Thranduil's head sped up, urged on by the shortening gasps for air as the High King tossed his head in rising pleasure. Celeborn's head fell back a bit as his own mouth opened, his tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips as Ereinion began thrusting up into the mouth that was swallowing his member and bringing him to ecstasy's edge. Suddenly, the dark haired Elf arched sharply, his strangled cry of release pushing out from his tightened throat as he pushed all the way into Thranduil's mouth, shuddering with his climax. He gasped erratically as he spasmed a bit, thrusting somewhat before collapsing back onto the settee, groaning as Thranduil looked up, licking his lips with a grin.

They both looked over lazily as Celeborn chuckled, smiling in delight as they saw their silver haired lover watching them. "You never could be patient, Thranduil," Celeborn commented lightly as he sauntered over, smirking as Thranduil licked his lips, then sucked on a finger.

"Aye, but twas not me that started this. He challenged me by being so delectable," Thranduil replied with a purr as he pointed at their sated lover as he lounged back, grinning widely.

"Aye, it was I…I just sat down here and relaxed and I was suddenly pounced upon! Who knew one could be desired for lounging!" Ereinion replied with a laugh, shaking his head as they laughed as well. He threaded his arm around Celeborn's waist and smiled as their love purred and pressed close to his side. "You look at peace, melethen geleb. Your heart is at ease?" he asked tenderly as he caressed the strong lower back tenderly. (my silver love)

Smiling, Celeborn leaned down to brush his lips over Ereinion's lips, then Thranduil's before he replied. "Aye, I spoke with Celebrían. She and I spoke until but a few moments ago. She…she understands why I did what I did and…" He stopped, tears in his eyes as he whispered, "And she still loves me as her Ada."

"Oh meleth! What wonderful news!" Thranduil cried as he stood and hugged his lover tightly in joy. (love)

"Aye, blissful news indeed, melethronen," Ereinion added as he too stood and wrapped his arms around them both, holding them protectively to him as they all cuddled. (my lover)

"And to add to that, I believe that she has found an interest in our Peredhel Lord," Celeborn commented slyly as he grinned at them. (Half Elf)

"Celebrían and Elrond!? Oh what a pair…" Thranduil replied with a groan as he shook his head, earning laughs from the other two.

"How do you feel on that, meleth?" Ereinion asked with a gentle smile.

"I…feel at peace with the idea though…" Celeborn stopped as a sudden thought came to him. "Oh dear…"

"'Oh dear'? What 'oh dear'? What do you mean with 'oh dear'?" Thranduil demanded in alarm as he saw the dismay on his lover's face.

"Erestor," Celeborn replied softly, stunning them as they stared at him. "He is in love with Elrond. He will be heartbroken when he finds out."

"Oh dear," Ereinion and Thranduil murmured at the same time as they looked down. Thranduil shook his head and growled. "Well, it is his tough luck. He should have moved faster! Now he will just have to live with it!" he stated grumpily.

"Oh Thranduil…how can you be so callous about something that important?" Ereinion asked in exasperation as he rolled his eyes.

"Aye, and especially since that is an unfair statement, meleth. Think you that Galadriel thought the same when I came to you both?" Celeborn asked softly.

Looking sheepish as he sighed, Thranduil turned from their group and walked slowly towards their bed. "You are right…my words were callous. Forgive me. But still…what *can* we do about this? Elrond wishes to be with Celebrían. Erestor kept quiet…tis his own fault," he pointed out as he turned around and sat down with a plop on the bed.

"True, but we shall have to keep an eye on them. Even though Erestor has butted against us whenever possible, he is still a loyal Advisor and a wonderful Elf. He is very kind hearted underneath that prickly shell of his," Ereinion responded as he led Celeborn over and sat down next to Thranduil. Celeborn sat on his lap and grinned as Ereinion smirked up at him.

"Oh enough of such talk! Off with your clothes! I wish to ravish you both!" Thranduil declared before standing and stripping off his tunic and leggings, all that had remained from a previous make out session. Celeborn laughed, and then moaned as his crotch was cupped and kneaded by Ereinion's firm grip while soft lips pressed to his neck. He looked up and moaned into the mouth that took his own as Thranduil began to undo his robe and pushed it off. Thranduil broke the kiss and looked down in surprise. "No under clothes?! Celeborn! You minx!!" he cried in shock as he laughed in delight along with Celeborn before he began to attack the pale skin with lips and tongue eagerly.

Groaning as he arched into their ministrations, Celeborn brought a hand up to curl into Thranduil's hair, holding him close as he let his head fall back in bliss. He pushed into Ereinion's hand, panting softly as he was stroked surely before he was kissed anew by the High King. He found himself suddenly on his back and grinding up into Thranduil as the golden haired Elf straddled him and ground down onto him, rubbing their hard erections together in an electrifying motion. He groaned as he watched Thranduil turn his head and accept the leaking member in his mouth as it was pressed close, swallowing around Ereinion as the dark haired Elf began thrusting slowly into the hot mouth. He caressed them both, rocking up into Thranduil before wrapping his hand around their members and stroking them.

Shuddering, Thranduil cried out around his mouthful, and then was stifled almost immediately as Ereinion groaned and thrust a bit harder into his mouth. Suddenly, Ereinion pulled back and grinned as Thranduil pouted almost immediately as he licked his lips. Caressing them both, the High King whispered huskily, "I wish you both inside of me…I need to feel you both."

Blinking in surprise, Celeborn and Thranduil looked at each other before looking at their lover. "Both of us? And how would we do that? Surely you are not suggesting we both take you!" Thranduil asked in disbelief as Ereinion sat next to them.

"That is exactly what I am asking," Ereinion purred as he caressed them. "Stretch me more than normal, and then take me one at a time. I wish to feel you both stretch me and fill me to the brim…I long for it," he added longingly as he kissed them deeply, earning soft moans from them both.

"Very well…" Celeborn whispered, and then smiled as Thranduil nodded and shifted so he was no longer straddling him. "Straddle me, my love," he ordered as he and Thranduil gently moved Ereinion to straddle him. Immediately, Ereinion pressed close to Celeborn and kissed him hungrily as he raised his buttocks up enough so Thranduil could prepare him easily. He groaned as two fingers entered him before he was muffled by Celeborn's mouth and tongue while hands caressed over his body soothingly, urging him to relax as two more fingers were added to the stretching. He pushed back eagerly, then gasped as his prostate was hit, jolting him with pleasure.

"Ah you are so easy in this…" Thranduil purred in amusement as he thrust his fingers before removing them. He kissed Ereinion's shoulder as the other Elf whimpered before he shifted the slender hips until they were poised above Celeborn's leaking member. Gently, he guided the High King down onto the waiting member, smiling as his two lovers groaned in pleasure as they either filled or were filled. He watched them rock together for a bit before he inserted a couple of fingers inside of Ereinion alongside the girth already filling his lover.

A hitched gasp left Ereinion's lips as he arched a bit, stilling as he adjusted to the extra being pushed inside of him. He rocked then, panting softly as a third finger joined in the fun before they were removed. He felt a strong hand on his mid-back, stilling him as he felt something else nudge at his stretched entrance. He clutched at Celeborn's shoulders as he was filled even more by Thranduil, feeling his very insides splitting around the members that were squeezing into him slowly. Once they were all joined, he stopped, panting harshly as he adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of them both inside of him, his trembling hands resting on Celeborn's shoulders, while Thranduil pressed close to his back as they all tried to regain control of their senses. He smiled suddenly and whispered; "Now…you both are mine. And I will never let you go."

With that, he began to rock a bit, encouraging them to thrust into his thrumming body as he gripped them to him. They stopped a bit and adjusted, allowing Celeborn to shift up so they were all kneeling, and then they began again. Ereinion could not stop his cries as he held onto them, letting them take him with deeper thrusts as his body, soul, and heart took them in greedily. He arched between them, lacing his fingers in their hair as they both kissed the sides of his neck while they writhed together, adding to the heady rush of completion that was beginning to wash over them in rising waves. His wail of completion echoed around them as he became rigid, shuddering in a climax so powerful that he blacked out just as he felt them fill him with their hot seed almost simultaneously, crying out in intense bliss as they joined together in fulfillment.

When he awoke, he was on his side, cradled between them as they rested in sated bliss. He smiled softly up at them both before taking their lips in sweet kisses, showing his intense love for them through that gentle touch. Never had he felt so close to his beloveds…and he hoped it would never end.

*~~**~~*

Erestor sighed as he stood on the outskirt of the feast that was going on around him. The denizens of Imladris were indeed living up to the ideals of many of the guests, especially in their revelry. Even the Dwarves were enjoying themselves immensely, challenging both Men and Elves in drinking contests (and losing more often then not) as well as dancing and laughing.

The feast had been immensely successful, dishing up foods from all the lands and earning many compliments. Erestor had carefully planned out the seating arrangement so that all groups could mingle and that had been very advantageous since the rivalries that were almost legendary were given vent in a controlled situation and new understandings were built.

Ereinion sat at the head of the tables with Elrond, Galadriel, Celebrían, Celeborn, and Thranduil, as well as Elendil and Isildur and Durin and Gloin. Mithrandir had also joined them briefly, but then had sat with Glorfindel and Cirdan down a ways, telling tales and being amused at all of the antics. Not long after the feast had begun then Lindir and his minstrels had taken to the stage, playing mixes of lyrical ballads, energizing dance pieces, and bawdy tales, especially for the Dwarves. Cheering roared up suddenly as Ereinion stood and bowed to Galadriel before leading to the dance floor for a rowdy dance, spinning her around as they laughed and were cheered on by all present. Elrond followed with Celebrían, and then Elendil accompanied them with his own wife. Soon the dance floor was filled with dancers and the room was even lighter with the joy and laughter that seemed to burst forth, banishing the dark thoughts for the morrow.

As the dance ended, Erestor sighed quietly once more and turned away, heading for the gardens nearby.  He was never one for such joyous occasions, instead finding his satisfaction in the work behind it than in the actual festivities. Silently, he walked along a more hidden path, idly looking around as he walked and wondered on some things before his mind focused on the meeting for the next day. That day had already given birth to the Last Alliance that would hopefully bring about the end of the Enemy, but the worries were great on whether they would succeed or not.

Shaking his head, Erestor rubbed his temples. 'Of course we shall succeed. I believe in the High King, as he has ever believed in me,' he thought firmly, smiling a bit. Aye, he and Ereinion had always butted heads on many things, but it had been Erestor's duty to be sure his King knew of what he was doing. And his respect for the High King had grown with each year, even with certain decisions that were frowned upon.

Stopping as he thought of one such 'decision', Erestor smiled slightly. 'Now that he is here, Elrond is free from Thranduil and Celeborn. Perhaps…perhaps now I can approach him with my feelings,' he decided suddenly, smiling slowly and hopefully. Nodding in decision, he turned to go back in, but stopped as he heard laughter near him. Curious, he stepped through the bushes and came to the clearing of the fountain. Peering around one of the large oaks, he looked to see who was enjoying themselves out in nature instead of inside.

Eyes widening in surprise, he watched as Elrond and Celebrían chased each other around the fountain, laughing as they dodged at each other around the marble centerpiece. Trembling, Erestor could only watch as Elrond captured Celebrían and tackled her to the ground, her laughter pealing out over his chuckles as they tumbled a bit on the verdant green grass. He gripped the wood as he observed their smiling faces, heard them whispering softly before Elrond's dark head bent in as he pressed his lips to her own in a soft kiss.

Feeling his heart freeze, Erestor could only watch them before he slid down to the ground, hidden from the two as they kissed as he numbly stared at the ground. He covered his mouth with a shaking hand as he felt a sob well up, tears suddenly in his eyes as he was hit with the cold reality of what he had just seen: Elrond…was in love with Celebrían.

His head fell back against the tree as he looked up at the foliage above him, unable to see through the warm tears that rolled steadily down his face in his agonized heartbreak. He had lost his chance. He had delayed and now had lost any chance or hope of telling Elrond his love of him and winning the other Peredhel's heart.

After a while, his tears slowed…stopped. He stared unseeingly up at the stars as they twinkled through the leaves that hovered over him, unmoving as the night went on. He didn't feel the cold wind…nay he felt nothing. He was numb with his loss, alone and cold to all that was around him. Middle earth had lost all warmth to him. Eventually, he stood up and stepped through the bushes, heading back to the Halls on automatic. He was dead to the world and he knew this now.

He stopped though as he came to before the halls and stared at them hollowly. He straightened suddenly as a decision mounted upon him. He would stay here until the battle, and then would go to his final resting place. He had nothing more to live for. That decided, he locked away his feelings, allowing his cold mask to fall into place as he went inside and to his rooms. From that moment on, he vowed to never allow anyone close until Mandos took him home.

TBC