Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (10/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.


Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Chapter 10/?

True to his word, the visit to Elrond’s study had been very brief, lasting only long enough for Erestor to collect a few documents and to bid his lord a pleasurable evening as they parted company. Elrond felt his heart begin to race as he envisaged the kinds of pleasures he intended to indulge in once he was alone with his lover, and so chose to ignore the smirk and the knowing wink that accompanied his advisor’s words.

Expecting Thranduil to arrive at any minute, and with his mind set on seduction, Elrond discarded his clothes, making sure to remove the phial from the pocket of his heavy outer robes and place it on the bedside table in easy reach. He extinguished all but a few candles so that the chamber was now dimly lit with a soft glow of pale yellow light and then lay atop the bedcovers with his knees bent and his legs spread wide and his back propped up against the pillows so that he could see the look on Thranduil’s face when he entered the chamber to find his lover in such a deliberately wanton pose.

He poured some oil onto his hands then moved them across his naked body, leaving a light covering of slickness that glistened in the subdued light. A whimper of need escaped his lips as he dribbled a thin stream of oil onto his rapidly hardening cock, and with slow, deliberate strokes, coated it fully before reaching beneath his tight sac to tease the muscle around his small opening into relaxing. Moaning at his own pleasuring, and still stroking his now fully erect cock, he inserted one finger into the tightness, his body arching with pleasure at the sensation. Soon a second and then a third followed and he was still thrusting against the welcome intrusion when he heard a knock at the door.

“Enter!” He called breathlessly, ceasing his ministrations so that he could watch Thranduil’s reaction. He was not disappointed. The sharp intake of breath, and the weakening in the knees that forced the king to lean heavily against the closed door, spoke eloquently of his body’s response to the delicious offering spread before him. Unable to speak for his mouth had gone dry, Thranduil caressed the glistening body with eyes that were blazing with lusty fire and, finding strength in his desire, he quickly removed his clothes and with a feral growl, straddled his well prepared lover.

“Will you not finish what I have started, my love? I see that you want to, and I am more than ready,” Elrond teased in a low, husky whisper as he reached down to take both steel hard shafts in his hand, rubbing them together so that Thranduil’s cock was soon slick with oil and the clear fluid that leaked from them both. The king needed no further persuasion and while devouring Elrond’s lips in an ardent kiss, with well practiced aim he moved his body to place the weeping head of his aching member at the welcoming entrance.

“You… are… shameless!” Thranduil grunted as he thrust deeply and fully into the moist warmth that awaited his touch alone.

“Aye, and you are not moving hard or fast enough,” Elrond replied, his eyes black with want as wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist pulling him even deeper within and allowing his own erection to occasionally rub against the well toned muscles of the warrior king’s stomach in a maddeningly teasing manner.

Spurred on by his lover’s needy moans and whimpers, Thranduil pounded relentlessly into the body writhing in pleasure beneath him, slowly pulling his length back until the head felt the slight pressure of the muscled ring, before plunging back into the depths with as much power as his hips could provide, each thrust hitting the spot that overwhelmed his needy lover with ecstasy.

Their lips remained locked in kisses that were at times simply a ravishing duel of tongues, deep and passionate, whilst others were tender touches as incoherent words of love were whispered against the bruised softness. Thranduil felt his lover’s inner muscles clenching as he neared his release, and mindful of Erestor’s warning, he covered Elrond’s mouth with his own and stifled their screams of passion as his lover’s hot, creamy seed covered their bodies in the same heartbeat that his own filled the passage within.

Fully sated and exhausted, Thranduil collapsed onto the chest that was rising and falling rapidly beneath his own and sighed with contentment as strong arms enfolded him in a loving embrace.

“That was truly incredible,” he said as he made to ease his limp cock from his lover’s body, stopping when he felt a warm hand grab his behind and pull his hips close.

“I have not finished with you yet, we have centuries to make up for,” Elrond whispered into his lover’s ear licking the sensitive tip until Thranduil began to writhe in pleasure.

“Aye, that we do, and I will take you hard and fast whenever you want, but now let me make sweet love to you, ” he whispered, his eyes filled with all the love in his heart as he gazed into his beloved’s and then reached up to claim his lips. The kiss was a long, languorous expression of their love as were the slow movements of Thranduil’s hips as he caressed Elrond from inside with his hardening cock, the gentle brushes against his prostrate inflaming his need just as the hard thrusts had done.

“Ah…that feels so good… so beautiful…just like you…” Elrond moaned softly as he moved in complete harmony with his lover, his hands tenderly playing across the naked skin, sensuously rediscovering every sensitive spot on his lover’s body until his fingers reached nipples that were rock hard. Thranduil drew in a sharp breath and arched against the touch that sent tingles of sensation directly to his groin. As the pleasure mounted, the pace of their loving increased until finally they were engulfed in the exquisite sensation of ecstasy shared both with the body and the soul and they climaxed together, tears of joy in their eyes and soft whispers of ‘I love you, I love you,” on their lips.


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Delighting in the hushed gasps of surprise from those they knew would have wagered a month’s pay on the improbability of seeing the seneschal and the advisor at the morning meal, Glorfindel and Erestor made their way to their places at the table and proceeded to partake of the excellent fare. With a wicked smile, Erestor heaped a selection of Glorfindel’s favourite foods onto his plate, and then did likewise to his own plate.

“A good healthy meal will restore some of the energy we spent yesterday, my love,” he explained speaking loud enough for all those interested to hear, and smiling adoringly at the glitter of amusement in the seneschal’s eyes at the titters of laughter Erestor’s words elicited from the onlookers.

“Indeed it will, but there is more than one kind of food, my sweet Erestor,” he replied raising one of the advisor’s elegant hands to his lips so that he could suck on his fingers in a deliberate prelude to seduction. Eretor was more than willing to play along with the overt flirting, knowing such displays were often viewed with envy by those who would willingly offer their favours to his handsome Glorfindel, had he been available.

“Aye, and one I know you want to taste fully but you will be occupied with Thranduil all morning. Meet me for the noon meal and I will try to satiate your appetite,” Erestor replied, offering a kiss that was full of love and promise as he withdrew his hand and continued eating his meal. Another round of hushed whispers spread around the hall, and he quickly realised they were not directed at the playful lovers, but at the arrival of Elrond and Thranduil.

After the gathering of warriors and their leaders from both realms in the Hall of Fire, and Elrond’s departure to discuss business with Erestor the night before, it was widely accepted that their lord and the king were friends of old, and Elrond was merely extending the courtesy of a host towards an honoured guest, yet there were still a few, namely those who had been wandering in the gardens after the banquet, who believed there was more than friendship between them.

“Good morning, you two, I trust you slept well?” Elrond asked, feigning innocence that did not deceive Erestor and Glorfindel.

“Eventually,” Glorfindel replied with a smirk. Elrond rolled his eyes at the innuendo but made no comment

“Are you well rested, Thranduil?” Erestor asked with the same mock innocence that Elrond had voiced.

“Aye, very well rested,” Thranduil replied with an enigmatic smile at his unspoken thought. “And very well loved also.”

“Excellent, then as soon as you have eaten we will make our way to the training grounds. Although I believe your archers will best mine, I fear your swordsmen will not fare so well,” Glorfindel said.

As expected, a few too many cups of wine and the ever present friendly rivalry had resulted in several challenges being issued between the wood elves and his warriors. He and Thranduil were to be the adjudicators.

“Would you and Erestor care to join us? Perhaps I might even convince Glorfindel to spar a round or two with me,” Thranduil said looking first to Elrond who shook his head.

“I would certainly like to but I am afraid that Erestor and I have work to do,” Elrond replied apologetically, with a secret smile for his lover who nodded his understanding.

He and Thranduil had often sparred in the practice arena whilst they were preparing for battle at Dagorlad, but it was dangerous for the lovers and their secret who, when faced with half naked bodies glistening with sweat and flushed from the exertion of swordplay, soon found themselves very aroused and wishing for a private glade and swordplay of an entirely lustful kind.

“What say you, Glorfindel?” Thranduil asked his fellow warrior.

“I would be honoured to cross swords with you in mock battle,” he replied sincerely.


Erestor and Elrond left the warriors to their games and made their way to Elrond’s office.

“I am going to make sure the guest chambers are satisfactorily prepared for Celeborn and Galadriel. Is there anything you would like me to do for you?” Erestor asked Elrond who frowned in confusion.

“Nay. All is in order and we have no outstanding correspondence,” he replied thinking it was work towhich his advisor was referring.

“I actually meant in your chamber… any evidence you wish me to remove before the chamber maids begin their work?”

“Evidence of what?” Elrond asked, still confused but having a vague idea as to his advisor’s intent.

“Of Thranduil having spent the night, of course. Since you have made no formal announcement I take it your sleeping arrangements are to be kept secret?” Erestor asked sighing with exasperation.

Elrond rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, his eyes softening as he recalled waking for the first time in a real bed with his lover wrapped in his arms. The look of joy and wonder in Thranduil’s eyes as he focussed on his surroundings had warmed his heart and both had shed a tear for the pure bliss of the tender moment. He did not think his lover had left anything in his chamber when he returned to his own to dress for the day.

“Aye, we have not discussed doing so, and even were we to declare our love, it would have to be to our children first,” Elrond replied thinking aloud.

“Do Galadriel and Celeborn know as Glorfindel believes they do?” Erestor asked, needing as much information as possible in order to protect his lord’s privacy.

“I am not certain, but he probably knows Galadriel better than anyone aside from Celeborn, so I suppose it is possible. The subject has never been mentioned even though Thranduil and I have spent many a pleasant visit in the Golden Wood over the years after the war,” Elrond explained.

“I see. Then perhaps we should spend the morning discussing the art of keeping your love life a secret in Imladris,” Erestor said with a smile of amusement that Elrond returned.

“As you and Glorfindel managed to do for almost a century, as I recall. Please tell me more, in this I bow to you expertise,” he replied with the barest nod of acknowledgement.

“We begin by closing the door and making sure no one will hear our conversation,” Erestor said peering out into the passageway before closing and locking the office door.
He then continued to explain the various means he and Glorfindel had employed to retain their privacy whilst at the same time spending every possible moment together as lovers.

“No wonder I never discovered your secret, you two are a formidable combination,” Elrond said when Erestor had finished his lesson.

“I like to think so. I may be cunning in my dealings with diplomats and such, but Glorfindel excels in being devious when it suits,” Erestor laughed.

“Well your advice is about to be put to the test,” Elrond said, hearing the sound of horses hoofs in the courtyard. “Celeborn and Galadriel have arrived.”