Lord Erestor's Surprising Day
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Adult ++
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12
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Lord Erestor's Surprising Day
Title: Lord Erestor’s Surprising Day
Author: MaelleConstance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Melpomaen
Summary: After centuries of uneventful days, Erestor find himself in one he will not forget soon.
Feedback: If you feel like it but please, no flames! My broken psyche cannot handle them right now. Constructive criticism will be appreciated.
A/N: This is the first fanfic that I publish so please be kind! In addition, English is not my first language, which makes this all the more difficult.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. Tolkien's estate does, except for the character of Melpomaen. He probably belongs to Peter Jackson, or to the actor who played him in the movie. However, he does not belong to me. I own nothing. Not even a car, which is quite rare for someone who is almost forty. Almost; not quite there yet.
When he woke up that morning, lord Erestor of Imladris was far from guessing what kind of day this would turn out to be. His black-as-midnight eyes came into focus and he soon realize the urging need he was experiencing. He desperately wanted to relieve himself, his member stiff with the pressure of the liquid wanting to be evacuated. However, that did not stop the Advisor to stir up languorously before he even put one toe out of his very comfortable bed.
Erestor slept naked. One of the many things ignored by the majority of the people he lived with was the fact that the Advisor was a very sensuous being. He loved the feeling of silk and satin on his skin. His bed sheets were the most extravagant thing in all of Imladris. Not even the lord Elrond himself could boast to have more delicate and soft sheets on his bed. And the Peredhil loved his comfort. When he got to bed, at night, Erestor would glide inside his sheets and for longs moments, he would just rub himself in them. It was not a sexual thing although it was quite arousing; it was more a matter of appreciating one's comfort. And Erestor was very fond of his comfort.
The Advisor finally made it to the bathing room. He relieved himself and proceeds to his morning ablutions. Carefully, all traces of sleep were washed from his face. Then, he untied his hair and shook his head to let the cascading black curtain fall loose on his back. Taking care of his mane was important to him even tough he would always wore it in one single tightly braid plait. Picking up his favorite brush, Erestor began flattening his silky hair. When the hair will have been disciplined, he would braid them as usual.
But in order to better gain access to the hair situated way back at the base of his skull, Erestor bent down and swing his head in such a way that all of it fell in front of him. Then, he began brushing from the back to the top of his head. The only problem was that when in such a position, Erestor could not see where he steps. So, when he took a pace back in order to better stretch his arms, he did not see the small piece of soap that was just there, on the floor. His foot landed right on it and right there, it all started.
Of course, he slipped. However, being an elf, c'est-à-dire having a better sense of balance than mere humans do, he kind of avoided falling on his very appetizing ass. Kind of. Because in the process, he tried to balance himself by gripping a small shelf he knew to be right there, on the wall. He did grip it although a bit too roughly because the shelf gave away and all of its content fell right on top of the Advisor's head. It would not have been so bad if not everything on that particular shelf had consisted of glass bottles full of all sorts of the finest oils one elf could find. The small bottles hit the top of the head of the unfortunate Advisor, broke upon it, and flooded his dark tresses with a wide variety of very smelly oils. Of course, some of it found its way onto the floor and that was the end of Erestor's struggle to keep standing. He fell most ungraciously to the floor, amidst fragments of glass and a growing puddle of oil.
It was then he heard the voice calling for him. He realized that he did hear the knocking on his door but being occupied by falling down he did not answer it.
-Lord Erestor, are you all right?
This could not be happening. The voice belongs to his assistant, Melpomaen, as did the body Erestor was now seeing through the curtain of his hair. He surmise that Mel, getting no answer to his knocking and hearing of the racket inside, had let himself in, fearing probably that his beloved boss was being attack by somebody. In addition, the sight that greeted the poor Mel when he came in was breathtaking: Erestor was on the floor, naked, with broken glass everywhere and in the middle of some sort of liquid. His hair was covering his face but it was quite clear that it was him; naked. He did not seem to be injured, although he was quite naked. However, the most important fact that hit Melpomaen was that Erestor was naked. Without clothes on. Nude.
To Melpomaen, this was a dream come true. The young Noldo had hope this would happen (him seeing Erestor in his birthday suit) for centuries, now. The sight of the Advisor with clothes on was enough to sometimes send him into salacious dreams not quite befitting of his position. One day, over a century ago, while Erestor was on his hands and knees to look under a heavy bureau, Melpomaen had stood behind him, hypnotized by the sight of the Advisor's perfect ass raised in the air and moving a bit from side to side while its owner was searching for something. By the time Erestor had found what he was looking for, Melpomaen had fled the place because he did not want to take the risk of his superior seeing him with a bulge the size of a large rock in his breeches, not mentioning the very damp spot in front of them. In fact, a few more seconds of contemplating that delectable behind and Mel would have come right there.
Now, there he was, watching a breathtakingly naked Erestor trying to get up. But of course, the oil did not make that easy. Realizing the chance he was given to actually touch him in this revealing state, Melpomaen listened only to his heart (and maybe to his pulsating cock) and rush to the rescue. Erestor understood immediately what was going too happened if Mel got too close and started saying:
-Be careful, there is oi....
That is when poor Mel slipped and grabbed him by the waist. They fell both on the floor but somehow, Melpomaen managed to land right on top of his superior.
-...l on the floor; finished Erestor. Are you all right Melpomaen?
-Yes, my lord.
-You were not cut on the broken glass?
-No, my lord.
-Good. Me neither. The Valar are good to us.
-Yes, my lord.
That is when Erestor finally realize in what position he was.
-Mel?
-Yes, my lord?
-You are lying on top of me.
-Yes, my lord.
-And your knee is between my legs.
-Yes, my lord.
-Pressing down my groin.
-Yes, my lord.
The mousy little assistant made no move to change his position. Erestor looked into his blue eyes, now darkened with arousal. Interesting, he though. Melpomaen was very handsome; he had noted that a long time ago. However, he had not given it a though until now. It was obvious that the younger elf found him alluring. In addition, that darn knee was slowly massaging his genitals, which felt quite good. Erestor smiled. Maybe having a little harmless fun with Mel was in order.
TBC
Author: MaelleConstance
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Melpomaen
Summary: After centuries of uneventful days, Erestor find himself in one he will not forget soon.
Feedback: If you feel like it but please, no flames! My broken psyche cannot handle them right now. Constructive criticism will be appreciated.
A/N: This is the first fanfic that I publish so please be kind! In addition, English is not my first language, which makes this all the more difficult.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story. Tolkien's estate does, except for the character of Melpomaen. He probably belongs to Peter Jackson, or to the actor who played him in the movie. However, he does not belong to me. I own nothing. Not even a car, which is quite rare for someone who is almost forty. Almost; not quite there yet.
When he woke up that morning, lord Erestor of Imladris was far from guessing what kind of day this would turn out to be. His black-as-midnight eyes came into focus and he soon realize the urging need he was experiencing. He desperately wanted to relieve himself, his member stiff with the pressure of the liquid wanting to be evacuated. However, that did not stop the Advisor to stir up languorously before he even put one toe out of his very comfortable bed.
Erestor slept naked. One of the many things ignored by the majority of the people he lived with was the fact that the Advisor was a very sensuous being. He loved the feeling of silk and satin on his skin. His bed sheets were the most extravagant thing in all of Imladris. Not even the lord Elrond himself could boast to have more delicate and soft sheets on his bed. And the Peredhil loved his comfort. When he got to bed, at night, Erestor would glide inside his sheets and for longs moments, he would just rub himself in them. It was not a sexual thing although it was quite arousing; it was more a matter of appreciating one's comfort. And Erestor was very fond of his comfort.
The Advisor finally made it to the bathing room. He relieved himself and proceeds to his morning ablutions. Carefully, all traces of sleep were washed from his face. Then, he untied his hair and shook his head to let the cascading black curtain fall loose on his back. Taking care of his mane was important to him even tough he would always wore it in one single tightly braid plait. Picking up his favorite brush, Erestor began flattening his silky hair. When the hair will have been disciplined, he would braid them as usual.
But in order to better gain access to the hair situated way back at the base of his skull, Erestor bent down and swing his head in such a way that all of it fell in front of him. Then, he began brushing from the back to the top of his head. The only problem was that when in such a position, Erestor could not see where he steps. So, when he took a pace back in order to better stretch his arms, he did not see the small piece of soap that was just there, on the floor. His foot landed right on it and right there, it all started.
Of course, he slipped. However, being an elf, c'est-à-dire having a better sense of balance than mere humans do, he kind of avoided falling on his very appetizing ass. Kind of. Because in the process, he tried to balance himself by gripping a small shelf he knew to be right there, on the wall. He did grip it although a bit too roughly because the shelf gave away and all of its content fell right on top of the Advisor's head. It would not have been so bad if not everything on that particular shelf had consisted of glass bottles full of all sorts of the finest oils one elf could find. The small bottles hit the top of the head of the unfortunate Advisor, broke upon it, and flooded his dark tresses with a wide variety of very smelly oils. Of course, some of it found its way onto the floor and that was the end of Erestor's struggle to keep standing. He fell most ungraciously to the floor, amidst fragments of glass and a growing puddle of oil.
It was then he heard the voice calling for him. He realized that he did hear the knocking on his door but being occupied by falling down he did not answer it.
-Lord Erestor, are you all right?
This could not be happening. The voice belongs to his assistant, Melpomaen, as did the body Erestor was now seeing through the curtain of his hair. He surmise that Mel, getting no answer to his knocking and hearing of the racket inside, had let himself in, fearing probably that his beloved boss was being attack by somebody. In addition, the sight that greeted the poor Mel when he came in was breathtaking: Erestor was on the floor, naked, with broken glass everywhere and in the middle of some sort of liquid. His hair was covering his face but it was quite clear that it was him; naked. He did not seem to be injured, although he was quite naked. However, the most important fact that hit Melpomaen was that Erestor was naked. Without clothes on. Nude.
To Melpomaen, this was a dream come true. The young Noldo had hope this would happen (him seeing Erestor in his birthday suit) for centuries, now. The sight of the Advisor with clothes on was enough to sometimes send him into salacious dreams not quite befitting of his position. One day, over a century ago, while Erestor was on his hands and knees to look under a heavy bureau, Melpomaen had stood behind him, hypnotized by the sight of the Advisor's perfect ass raised in the air and moving a bit from side to side while its owner was searching for something. By the time Erestor had found what he was looking for, Melpomaen had fled the place because he did not want to take the risk of his superior seeing him with a bulge the size of a large rock in his breeches, not mentioning the very damp spot in front of them. In fact, a few more seconds of contemplating that delectable behind and Mel would have come right there.
Now, there he was, watching a breathtakingly naked Erestor trying to get up. But of course, the oil did not make that easy. Realizing the chance he was given to actually touch him in this revealing state, Melpomaen listened only to his heart (and maybe to his pulsating cock) and rush to the rescue. Erestor understood immediately what was going too happened if Mel got too close and started saying:
-Be careful, there is oi....
That is when poor Mel slipped and grabbed him by the waist. They fell both on the floor but somehow, Melpomaen managed to land right on top of his superior.
-...l on the floor; finished Erestor. Are you all right Melpomaen?
-Yes, my lord.
-You were not cut on the broken glass?
-No, my lord.
-Good. Me neither. The Valar are good to us.
-Yes, my lord.
That is when Erestor finally realize in what position he was.
-Mel?
-Yes, my lord?
-You are lying on top of me.
-Yes, my lord.
-And your knee is between my legs.
-Yes, my lord.
-Pressing down my groin.
-Yes, my lord.
The mousy little assistant made no move to change his position. Erestor looked into his blue eyes, now darkened with arousal. Interesting, he though. Melpomaen was very handsome; he had noted that a long time ago. However, he had not given it a though until now. It was obvious that the younger elf found him alluring. In addition, that darn knee was slowly massaging his genitals, which felt quite good. Erestor smiled. Maybe having a little harmless fun with Mel was in order.
TBC