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 The wind blew gently,
surrounding Erenion as he held Aiglos over his shoulders. He held one end with
one slender hand while the other draped lazily over it as a lover would over his
stomach. He watched the fighters nearby, never noticing those who watched him as
he stood, tunic less, his form the very embodiment of a warrior and King.
*~~~***~~~*
The soft footsteps that came
ever closer to his study alerted Erestor to the return of someone he had missed
for so long. With a cry, he stood, pushing aside all of his papers and some
quills before rushing to the door and peering out. There, walking as if the
Valar had blessed him themselves was the golden vision that filled his normally
cold heart with the sun's light.
He stepped out, smiling
radiantly as his golden beloved focused up, a beatific smile lighting the soft
lips that knew how to chase away the dark haired one's doubts and fears with a
simple word. Stopping, the golden vision tilted his head, blue eyes dancing with
mischief and deep love, something the ebony haired Elf had missed terribly all
the long weeks he had been away. 
With a joyous laugh, Erestor
ran forward into his beloved's arms, laughing even more as he was picked up and
held by his adoring Seneschal before their lips met in a passionate embrace. He
moaned as a strong hand held him close on his buttock while the other cupped his
raven head, holding their lips together in a fiery melding that didn't want to
end. His leg came up in delight and desire as the kiss extended itself until air
became a necessary break in their joining. They gazed at each other, light and
dark, smiling tenderly as they brushed each other's cheeks with gentle fingers.
"Welcome home, maethoren
valthen," Erestor whispered lovingly, his ebony eyes shining with a fire that
only one would ever see. (my golden warrior)
"I am home, seron vell
vorn," Glorfindel returned sweetly as leaned their foreheads together before
carrying Erestor to the study. Opposites, yet one, their love shone as the sun.
(my dark beloved)
*~~~***~~~*
I can feel you above me,
watching me as I touch myself, my fingers yours as they brush along my heated
skin, even as I cup the arousal my thoughts bring about in me. I arch slightly
into my hand, squeezing myself even as my
fingertips brush my nipples in a soft caress and your name is on my lips in a
hoarse moan. Even with you gone, you are here, bringing me pleasure that I can
not find in another.
 I wet my fingertips before
rubbing them over my nipples, tossing my head at the throbbing heat that passes
through my body to pool in my groin. My other hand tightens even more as a
familiar rhythm is started, stroking my leaking flesh until it fairly pulses
with the pleasure.
My body becomes tight, drawn
like my bow as I pump myself, seeking that release that your very presence
causes my body to crave. As I cry out your name, feeling the rush of ecstasy
flood over me in a never ending wave, I know that I can never have enough of
you. My lips whisper your name again as I catch my breath, a calling to one that
I long for.
*~~~***~~~*
A soft gasp filled the room
as the Peredhel watched his King fill him slowly, his own member throbbing in
time to the steadily entering flesh. His hands clenched in pleasure as he saw
the small smirk on the regal face before strong thighs pushed them together even
more.
He groaned aloud, fighting
to keep his head up as his leg was lifted and put over a sturdy shoulder,
rocking in time to the lengthy thrusts that filled him repeatedly.
He lost the battle as his
head fell back to avoid staring at the erotic sight of his lover and King taking
him so deliciously. His toes curled as his body became tight, his pleasure
coiling into a heated spiral that burst with life with each thrust. He cried out
suddenly and arched, his body bowing like the bow he used as his arrow of seed
shot out, covering his stomach and chest in white cream.
He couldn't hold back the
extra cry as Erenion moved faster, his thrusts brutal as he moved towards his
own release. With a growl that caused a shudder of pleasure to rocket through
the younger Elf, the High King stiffened, spasming as he jetted his essence deep
within his Herald. Elrond slumped to the ground as Erenion fell on top of him,
both trembling with their fiery climax.
*~~~***~~~*
 He tilted his head, his hair
golden as the flames that he carried high in the shadows as he listened for the
sound that had caught his attention and had brought him from reverie. He walked
slowly along the hall, hand clenched around his dagger as he looked sharply from
side to side, seeking the source of the sound. He stopped as he heard it again
and looked over swiftly towards the side.
He relaxed as he saw the
source of the sound and went over to it, putting his dagger to the side as he
knelt. "There, there, little one. You are safe," he murmured as he picked up the
little kitten that had gotten stuck under a vase.
*~~~***~~~*
 "Are you sure you are not
done?" Lindir murmured as he stayed still, trying to remain calm as he sat, near
naked, on his divan. He put on a sultry smile as the artist glanced over,
winking at Lindir as he dabbed at a corner of the canvas. Lindir sighed softly
and rolled his eyes at the glare he received for such a 'move'.
Finally, the artist sat
back, beaming proudly as he gestured for Lindir to approach. Lindir smoothly
stood and came over, looking over one strong shoulder to see his likeness
forever painted on the soft canvas. He smiled, blushing. "Is that how you see
me, meleth?"
"Aye, meleth...that is how I
see you," Elrohir murmured before sliding his arm around Lindir's bare waist to
pull the silver Elf onto his lap. Giggling softly as he wound his arms around
Elrohir's neck, Lindir leaned in close brushed his lips over Elrohir's. He
smiled at the soft endearment that whispered from the Peredhel's lips. "My
beautiful silver Elf."
*~~~***~~~*
Glorfindel stretched as he
yawned while walking into his rooms, exhausted from his hard day. He smiled over
at Elrond as the Peredhel rubbed his neck before stopping. Glorfindel stopped as
well, concerned at the look on his lover's face before following the intense
line of sight. His heart stopped as his gaze fell upon what had captured Elrond.
Lindir smiled softly from
the divan, his pale skin glistening with oil in the candlelight, a slender hand
holding a cushion over an area both Elven Lords knew very well. A sultry purr
erupted from the musical throat as he caressed his nipple slowly, drawing their
breath away as he tilted his knee up ever so slightly. "Welcome home, my Lords."
"Welcome home indeed..."
Glorfindel murmured before they swooped in to ravish their other lover.
*~~~***~~~*
 So cold. It was always so
cold for the reborn Elf. He stared out the window blankly, clutching the sheets
from the bed around his slender, yet
muscled form. His golden hair, once shining, fell limply around his face,
shielding it from any eyes that might be watching him within the stark room. He
shivered again, looking out at the beauty before him, feeling none of it as he
wondered once again why he had been returned.
His memories haunted him,
but the loneliness was slowly killing him. Quietly, hauntingly, his mouth parted
and he gave voice to his sorrow, filling his room and the halls with his numbing
sorrow.
*~~~***~~~*
The soft sounds of feet
hitting stone echoed down the sleeping halls of Imladris, creating a parallel to
the screams and hoarse shouts that were flung from the Seneschal's rooms. Elrond
ran swiftly into the room, followed closely by his twin sons, their faces etched
with dread and anguish as the cries increased in sorrow and agony, freezing
their souls.
 Rushing
towards the bed as Elladan went for the water and Elrohir watched worried from
the edge of the bed, Elrond quickly moved to the thrashing Glorfindel. Erestor
stood to the side, his face filled with pain and apprehension as he clung to
Lindir's strong arm that held him close. His muffled sobs could be heard behind
the slender hand over his mouth, but nothing could dull the desperation that
filled him.
Lindir closed his eyes as
Glorfindel's now nearly feral cries broke into the soft litany of guidance
Elrond murmured softly to his dearest friend. The Peredhel lay on the bed with
the slowly calming Seneschal, strong arms encircling the heaving torso as Elrond
coaxed Glorfindel from whatever nightmare plagued him. Tension rose in the room
as the cries slowly became whimpers, then sobs as Glorfindel awoke from his
terrified dreaming, his shaking body curling into the secure hold of his Lord
and friend while Elrond murmured soothingly to him, gentling his waking.
A synchronous breath of
relief left all present as Glorfindel finally rested against Elrond, his face
buried within the bared part of Elrond's shirt as he recovered. Lindir and
Erestor silently moved closer, lacing their fingers with the relaxing grip that
held Elrond close to the Seneschal, letting their love soothe away the rest of
the terror and disorientation as did Elrond's gentle hands on Glorfindel's sweat
soaked back.
*~~~***~~~*
"Ada? Why do all the stories
you tell feel so sad?" The little voice that asked the deep question filled
Erestor with both sadness and pride at the
intelligent inquiry.
Gently, Erestor wrapped his
hand around the slender body before reaching for the book of tales his son
held. "Not all tales are sad. Many give lessons on what to avoid later on," he
replied softly, feeling his wife's tender gaze upon them as his son pondered the
answer.
"Then...can you tell me how
you and Nana met? I like that story," the Elfling asked as he looked up at his
Ada with a bright smile.
"That I can tell you with
great joy," Erestor responded with quiet pride before he began his tale.
*~~~***~~~*
The
soft sounds of cloth being clutched and breathy moans filled the bedroom that
housed the Seneschal and Chief Advisor to
 Elrond as they continued in their
foreplay. What had started as a simple staring contest now held the golden
haired Captain in the midst of being prepared for his beloved's penetration,
served by his writhing and soft pleading.
He arched sharply as a
finger was pushed into him just before his leaking flesh was engulfed in a hot
mouth, his groan stifled by his knuckles as he bit them. He spread his legs
wider, pushing down encouragingly and wishing that the foreplay wasn't quite as
long as it seemed right now...
*~~~***~~~*
The face held nothing of
feeling as it gazed out the window, looking for something that it knew not what.
Pale golden hair lay against even paler skin, brushing against the flesh as
though a cloak of finest silk. But it was a shadow of the beauty that had once
graced the forlorn Elf prince, his sorrow now overwhelming his need to even
live. He had sat as such for the past few days, neither moving to eat, sleep, or
even bath. His meaning for life had gone to the West along with the one Elf who
had meant anything to him. For any such to survive this was a miracle...but he,
who had seen much in the face of evil, could not even find the strength of will
to continue on.
*~~~***~~~*
The sun was warm as it
brushed over the soft pale skin, just recently dried from frolicking within the
rushing Bruinen. To any observant eye, the two appeared to be staring in space,
lost in the sun's soft rays on their skin. Yet to an Elf, one knew they were in
reverie, lulled to sleep by their playing and the gentle, yet warm rays that
played over their softly flushed skin. To any who knew what worship was, the sun
was doing so to the twin sons of Elrond.
*~~~***~~~*
 "Do you see that one Elf
over there? I heard that he had the gall to tell grandmother what a chicken
was."
"Oh really? Foolish
child...I am surprised he is here..."
"Oh and do you see
Glorfindel tonight? I heard he was accosted by Ada earlier before making it
here. See the small mark under his ear?"
"Hmm...they are losing their
touch. Lindir would be more careful. Methinks Ada was a bit lustful."
A soft chuckle met that
statement as the twin sons of Elrond glanced at each other with knowing grins.
Not much escaped their eye.
*~~~***~~~*
 Sighing softly, Glorfindel
felt his shoulders slump slightly as weariness fell onto him in a smothering
blanket. He ran his fingers through Asfaloth's mane, smiling slightly as his
brave steed tossed his dappled mane in encouragement for more caresses.
Obliging, Glorfindel felt his spirit warm. If nothing else in life, he could
always depend on his beloved steed.
*~~~***~~~*
 Soft sounds of breathing
floated into the study, mingling with the gentle sounds of the fire crackling.
Glorfindel crept into the room and stopped as he saw his lover and Lord, smiling
gently at the serene scene before him. Elrond sat on the floor, leaning against
the divan with his head propped on a pillow. His left arm was propped onto the
large tome he had been studying, while his right hand rested in his lap, curled
gently. The soft brown eyes were soft with reverie, the face relaxed as the
Peredhel dreamed. Shaking his head, Glorfindel caressed his fingers through the
onyx hair. "Fell asleep studying again."
*~~~***~~~*
 "What was that noise?"
Lindir's voice was soft and husky as he glanced over, even while his hand ran up
his lover's side in a delicate slide. He looked forward again, smiling as a
strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him close.
"The start of the music of
the night," Celeborn purred softly as he smiled while bringing his gaze back to
Lindir's. "Which your voice shall soon add to, my bird of the moon."
Smiling back, Lindir pressed
close. "Only with you, my mighty Lord," he whispered before their lips met.
*~~~***~~~*
Laughter filled the room as
the three Peredhil stood together, laughing over Elrohir's story. Elrond wrapped
his arms around his sons' shoulders, seeing the size with which Elrohir
described the fish that he had caught with Elladan earlier that day. Elladan
threw back his head, laughing even harder as he remembered. Such things were
amusing to Peredhil.
*~~~***~~~*
Ecthelion's lips tilted in a
smirk as he knelt before the watching Elf, his eyes taking in the sight of kiss swollen lips, flushed skin, and hard leaking flesh between the eagerly parted
legs. He crawled in slowly, running a hand along the tilted thigh to the
puckered entrance revealed as the strong legs spread even more under his touch.
"Soon I shall have you, my prey...and ravishing you shall be the beginning," he
purred in promise.
Shivering as his head tilted
in challenge, Erestor licked his lips. "The hunt is only begun, meleth."
*~~~***~~~*
Eyes hooding with pleasure,
Elrond watched the show before him avidly. He observed pale slender hands
traveling over creamy skin, causing soft moans from their recipient as the
nimble fingers pinched and rolled nipples before traveling down. His eyes
darkened as strong thighs parted, revealing a puckered hole between rounded
cheeks before a slender finger was pressed in.
The other hand occupied
itself with stroking the leaking flesh that jutted up from the juncture of
thighs and hips, causing the muscles to flex as his lover thrust into his
encircling hand.
*~~~***~~~*
 "Well, well, well, brother.
I do believe we have caught what would be considered a 'compromising position'!"
Elladan's voice was filled with amusement as the two advisors to his father
broke apart from their deep kiss and embrace.
"Elladan!" Erestor cried
hoarsely, his cheeks flushing with color as he saw the grinning twins as they
stood nearby, watching them in utter amusement.
"Why yes! That is who I am!"
Elladan cried in mock surprise as he laced his fingers with his brother, holding
him close as Elrohir laughed softly. They grinned even more as Erestor struggled
to pull from Glorfindel as the Seneschal tightened his hold. With a groan,
Erestor buried his face in Glorfindel's chest, embarrassed.
*~~~***~~~*
"My Lord...a word?"
 Erestor's soft voice stopped
the High King and urged him to turn towards his councilor in curiosity. "Aye,
Erestor?" he asked quietly, tilting his head.
Smiling, Erestor offered a
formal robe. "You can not go out to meet the council in just a tunic, my Lord,"
he purred out, grinning as Gil-galad flushed and looked down at his attire,
which consisted of a tunic alone.
"Ah, aye...that would be a
thought..." the High King murmured sheepishly.
*~~~***~~~*
"Must
you go, my love?" Ecthelion pleaded softly as he rested his forehead against
Glorfindel's, eyes shimmering with tears.
"Aye, I must. The King has
called upon me to report to him," Glorfindel whispered hoarsely as he held his
love close. "Be ready for me," he said softly before their lips met in a
possessive kiss, their strong arms holding the other desperately as they drank
of each other before parting.
*~~~***~~~*
His hair blew in the wind,
golden as the sun and shimmering as a gem as the light it while he searched the
horizon for a sign. His face was blank with concentration, his eyes forever
searching the surroundings for a sign of what he longed for. Thus stood
Glorfindel of Imladris as he searched for his beloved.
*~~~***~~~*
 The move was slow and
deliberate, an enticement of muscle and flesh bending into a position of both
domination and subjugation. His golden head slowly turned and looked over one
pale shoulder, glittering emeralds gazing at the lover who had so asked him into
such a pose, his silken trousers protecting his soft flesh from the wooden
floor. He arched his back ever so slightly, rocking erotically as he smirked,
'Come hither' a blatant invitation on his face.
*~~~***~~~*
Gazing thoughtfully at the
flame before him, Erestor caressed his lips with his pinky finger, his other
fingers cupping his face. The book he had been studying lay open before him, a
little light reading before bed. But what had surprised him were the contents,
which now had him debating on returning to bed. His other hand rubbed absently
at his bare leg, a gentle reminder to what was waiting for him in bed.
A slow smile came to his lips as both that reminder and what he had just read
merged in his mind into an idea. Who said books were boring?
Rising from his seat after
marking his spot with a finger, Erestor allowed his robe to slip off, and then
sauntered silently towards his bedroom where his beloved awaited. He paused as
he heard a sound, his finger coming to his lips as he saw the curious eyes
watching him in a gesture of silence. Smiling, he returned to his stalking
towards his bedroom, his muscles rippling smoothly with every stride he took.
 He
came into the bedroom, smirking as he saw his beloved laying on the bed
surrounded by music parchment. But it was obvious by the large tenting of the
sheets his love was anything but focused on his music. Coming over, Erestor sat
on the bed, reaching a hand up to teasingly squeeze the bulge as Lindir's eyes
trailed over to him lazily. "Can not sleep, love?" Erestor asked sweetly,
chuckling as Lindir smiled lovingly as his hips flexed up into the enclosing
grip. "Let us take care of this, hmm?" Erestor purred before leaning in for a
deep kiss.
*~~~***~~~*
Turgon sighed softly as he
shut his door behind him, thankful the day was over with. He just wanted to
find his lover and forget the day...With a sigh, he strode towards his bedroom,
stripping his royal accruements as he walked along.
 He stopped though as he came
to his room, stunned by the visage before him. Ecthelion looked up, smiling
softly as he twirled the quill he held in his delicate fingers. A bunch of roses
lay at his side, their sweet scent tantalizing Turgon as he leaned against the
door. Pale flesh flexed as Ecthelion tucked a strand of midnight hair behind his
ear, his legs coming up to cross behind the firm buttocks. "Welcome home, my
Liege," Ecthelion purred out softly, smiling.
*~~~***~~~*
 The soft sounds of feet
running down marble halls were the only sound in the early morning as Lindir ran
towards the courtyard, his heart pounding with excitement. He burst from the
halls and took the steps three at a time as he headed for the entering party of
Gildor Inglorion, who was visiting them for the first time in many years. He
gave a glad cry as he saw his lover, leaping into the waiting arms and laughing
joyously as he was braced and twirled around. "You returned!!" he cried happily
as he placed his hands on the other's shoulders steadyingly, his leg coming up
as he smiled sweetly down at the golden Elf he had missed deeply.
"Aye, I came, pen vara...I
have missed you," Gildor replied huskily as he smiled softly up at his younger
lover, his strong arms holding the slender thighs against his chest as they
gazed at each other adoringly.
*~~~***~~~*
"Are you certain you wish me
as such, meleth?" Ecthelion asked tight lipped as he struggled to keep his pose.
He balanced on his buttocks, one leg over the back of the wooden chair he
usually favored while the other balanced him to the side. His arms were crossed
lazily over his leg and the chair back as he held himself, his eyes a sultry
fire as he watched his artist's nimble fingers draw him quickly to parchment.
"Do not worry, meleth...we
shall be using that chair for other means in but a second," Glorfindel purred as
he finished the last strokes. Ecthelion chuckled softly, eyes glittering with
promise.
*~~~***~~~*
The stars shimmered above
Ecthelion as he gazed out over the lake of Lorien, waiting for a sign that his
hope was not in vain. He smiled as strong arms encircled him, sword calloused
fingers lacing with his own delicate fingers.
He
leaned up, feeling the
 gentle lips of his lover brush over his own, promises a
song of lust and desire to his soul as they drank of each other. His pale robes
fell to the ground around his feet, to be replaced by the knowing hands of his
soldier. His teacher...his idol...his lover...he could call him so many things,
but now he just wanted to sing his name to the stars.
They knelt on the shore,
kissing and touching each other as their passions rose, fire mixing with night
as they held each other tightly. Ecthelion cried out in pleasure as he was
filled, his legs braced on either side of his lover's hips as they rocked
together, his hand clamping onto one strong shoulder while the other remained
laced with the gentle fingers. As his head fell back with their breathless
encouragement as they moved harder into the edge of bliss, he cried for his
lover. And as they collapsed as one, shuddering with pleasure, his fingers
tangled into the ruby locks as he whispered his love. "Maedhros..."
*~~~***~~~*
I watch him as he looks out
at his land, his silvan hair bound by a jeweled circlet that glinted with the
pale moonlight and the soft candlelight. His eyes are distant in thought as he
braces himself above his book, lost in memories I think, but I dare not
interrupt him. His pale flesh molds to the muscle that I know so well, shifting
with his breathing as he meditates and I long to join him on the cushioned
platform that he loves to lay on when he wishes to think. But slowly his gaze
turns to me, an invitation that I can not refuse. So I do not and travel to his
side, content to be the dreams he sees.
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