Elrond tilted his head as he heard giggles coming from the dance hall and wondered on it. He knew the twins were with Glorfindel this morning...but such glee was unexpected. With curiosity, he went into the hall and stopped, eyebrow lifting ever so slowly in stunned amusement.

 

The source of the laughter was clearly seen as he came in closer, arms coming to cross over his chest. Glorfindel stood before the large mirror that was used for the theatre group for practice, hair tied up into an intricately braided bun. His arm floated out to the side in a graceful lift while his pointed foot shifted back in a slow drag across the floor.

 

But what stunned the Peredhel Lord the most was Glorfindel's garb. His firm lower legs were laced by slippers and ribbon, framing the bare legs. His strong frame was covered in a light pink tank leotard and his waist....was graced with a pale pink tutu. The ruffles barely hid the bare bottom that peeked out, amazing the dark haired Lord in how it covered Glorfindel's other... accoutrements.

 

The twins were on the floor with laughter as their Ada came in and watched as Glorfindel smiled benignly at him.

 

"Glorfindel...what are you doing?" Elrond asked lightly as he tilted his head forward in question.

 

"Teaching them that grace and dignity always come at a price," Glorfindel replied with a wink before standing on his tiptoes, arms over his head, and twirling.

 

(go here if you want the other three accompanying drabbles! And pray she'll doodle them too!)

 

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A smirk crossed the soft lips as a slender finger crooked in beckon. “Come hither, my love....it is time for your sleep,” was murmured softly as gentle eyes twinkled with love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

Ereinion gasped softly as he dug his hands into the stone wall, his cheeks burning with his desire as well as embarrassment, expecting them to be caught at any moment in such a compromising position. Still, he wouldn’t have stopped it even if Arda was crashing into oblivion around them at the moment.

 

His eyes clenched shut, locking out at least the sight of his lover moving down his body, caressing him with lips, tongue, and fingers as he moved down. The golden hair that spilled down the strong back begged to be run through, but the High King knew that if he loosed his hold on the wall, he would lose control. He groaned outright as kiss bruised lips brushed over his straining leggings, tormenting his throbbing arousal that pushed against the tight lacings. “Thranduil...please...” he whimpered, then gasped again as he arched into the hand that brushed along his chest. Oh he was going to be finished soon...

 

*~~**~~*

 

(Glorfindel POV)

 

As I fell into the darkness, I turned my gaze up and knew. The cold around me was lightened and I knew that I had come into death. Into Mandos’ Halls. But even as I fell, I saw a gentle face, ethereal with kindness and lit with gentleness and wisdom. Thus I knew that I was in a new life.

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

Sunlight glinted on the braided golden hair that rivaled its own light even as it burnished the pale skin with a warming kiss. The chiseled face was upturned into the balmy breeze that played with the sunlight, smiling in joy as the fresh smells of spring brushed against him. In this he was lost in his daydreams, forever held in the springtime of his life.

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

A little smile played on Glorfindel’s lips as he turned his head to gaze at Elrond as the Peredhel knelt behind him. He sighed in pleasure as the warm knowing hands rested briefly on his shoulders before taking up the jar of oil that rested next to them. Spreading the oil over his hands, Elrond rested his hands once more on Glorfindel’s shoulders, smiling as the blond relaxed and purred as his strong knowing fingers worked out the knots he found in the strong shoulders. He leaned in after a bit and brushed loving lips over the pale neck before he began his work again.

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

A groan of need left kiss bruised lips as slender fingers clutched in the sheets. Glorfindel’s body arched tighter as he reveled in his lover’s tongue deep inside of him, fighting not to thrust back and down for more. He gasped for air as he bucked a bit before licking at the member before his face, earning a groan from Ecthelion that shot lust through him.

 

*~~**~~*

 

Her ebony hair flowed into the grass around them as Galadriel pinned her arms to the ground. A breathy moan of want left the rose tinted lips just before Galadriel’s lips met them in a delicate kiss. Pale golden hair blanketed them both as Luthien and Galadriel sought each other through the simple touch.

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

Worry drifted in the grey eyes of the Lord of Imladris as he looked over at his sleeping charge. Glorfindel of Gondolin had only recently been returned to life and to Arda, more importantly to Imladris as Elrond’s Seneschal and advisor. He smiled slightly as his wife looked up from her book, catching his eye with a gentle smile before she returned to her reading as she sat next to the sleeping Glorfindel. Elrond silently prayed that this night would be undisturbed for their friend.

 

*~~**~~*

 

Moaning softly, Celeborn clutched at Thranduil’s shoulders as a gentle kiss was placed just at the crook of neck and shoulder, followed by a soft suckle. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt strong arms support him, silently telling him to let go. And he did.

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

“Elurin...I am going to go hunting now. Will you be all right?” Eluréd asked softly as he leaned down and touched his twin on the shoulder.

 

Smiling as he looked up, Elurin nodded. “I will be fine...be careful of Orcs,” he replied quietly as he sewed the fur he had just tanned into a new shirt.

 

*~~**~~*

 

His eyes could not leave their shining light as he held them up. Feanor, son of Finwe, knew he had created his most beautiful handiwork within his hands. “All shall see you and envy me that I have caught the stars and the Two Trees within you. You are my light...my jewels. My Silmarils.”

 

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

His cheeks were hollowed from his ordeal, his eyes hard and cold. Yet within them stood a courage and truth that would never be smothered by the evil of Melkor. A slight smile came to the tight lips as the exotic eyes softened. “I live...and Melkor shall know my vengeance.”

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

An almost sad smile crossed the soft lips as the soft pale cheek rested on the lyre that rested on his strong thighs. Maglor sighed quietly before lifting a hand to brush along the silvery strings, encouraging his song to float out as he told of what he had seen and how he had been forced to live.

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

“You will never know what you ask of me,” Celegorm whispered, his face becoming grim and stony as he stared at his friend. His hand clenched around the dagger he held within his fingers. “Never will you know.”

 

 

 

 

*~~**~~*

 

The joy of the day swept through the crowd, but most especially with the newly married couple as they danced amidst kith and kin. Elrond’s eyes were alight with his bliss, matching Celebrian’s joyful smile as they swirled around the wedding dance floor.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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