Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (12/?)
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 12/?

Thranduil did not return to his chamber immediately but sought out Perion, his Steward and friend of many centuries, and informed him of the change to his accommodation, as was only proper. He laughingly commented that he would not wish his warriors to unduly bother Haldir by mistake, but his smile turned to a knowing grin when Perion blushed furiously at the mention of the Galadhel’s name.

“Am I to understand from your discomfort that the fair march warden has caught your eye or perhaps it is another part of your body that is interested in him?” he teased, clapping his old friend encouragingly on the shoulder.

“We have merely arranged a meeting to discuss battle strategy, Sire,” Perion replied haughtily, the gleam in his eye belying his pretended offence.

“But I wonder whether you mean to speak of battles in the field or those between the sheets? Fear not, you do not have to answer such impertinence, even from your king. Your private life is none of my business,” Thranduil assured his most trusted friend with a mischievous wink to assure him he spoke only in jest.

“Thank you, Sire,” Perion replied with a respectful bow. “However, if I may be so bold, some of those cuts you received at Glorfindel’s hand need tending, perhaps you should visit the Healing Halls. I am certain Lord Elrond will see to your wounds,” the Steward replied with a smirk.

He was one of the few elves who had heard the arguments about Elrond’s unsuitability as a partner that had occurred between Thranduil and Oropher at Dagorlad and had firmly believed that his late King was wrong, although he never voiced his opinion. However, that was long ago and since arriving in Imladris, Perion had begun to suspect that something still remained between the former lovers and, determined to see his king happy, saw no reason not to attempt a little matchmaking.

Thranduil was not fooled for a moment. He understood his friend’s true intent, and was grateful for his concern. He was also more than willing to let Perion think his little plan was working.

“Aye, I think I will, I believe Elrond’s chambers are near mine, so I will call on him there,” he said trying not to smile at the satisfied look on his Steward’s face. Thranduil laughed inwardly as he easily imagined the astonishment an admission of his long standing relationship with Elrond would cause not only Perion, but everyone else as well.

Elrond opened his door and seeing several small bloodstains on Thranduil’s shirt, ushered him inside, his concern apparent in his eyes.

“Take your shirt off please, and lie on the bed,” Elrond instructed his lover, who for the moment was merely his patient.

“Gladly, and my leggings as well?” Thranduil offered hopefully. Elrond rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“Not unless Glorfindel was extremely careless with his aim. Did he suffer any injuries, by the way?” Elrond asked as he dampened a soft cloth in a bowl of herbal water and began to wash the dried blood from around the small cuts that except for one or two were already beginning to heal.

“A few minor ones that no doubt Erestor will tend. You have a very light touch compared to my healer,” Thranduil said as he relaxed back against the pillows and allowed Elrond to work.

“Have you been injured often?” the lover, not the healer asked as he moved to take Thranduil in his arms.

“Nay, just once when Legolas was but a child. I broke my arm when my sweet son accidentally pushed me out of the tree we were climbing,” Thranduil said. “And if you repeat that to Celeborn or Glorfindel, I will be forced to mention the time I had to remove the thorns from your delectable behind. You do recall that night, I trust?” he asked as an afterthought. Elrond’s laughing reply was quickly silenced by a lingering kiss.

“How could I forget such a night of wild passion beneath the mellryn? We were so lost in the moment that we did not notice the wild rose bushes until you rolled me into them,” Elrond said wincing as he remembered the many sharp thorns that Thranduil had to remove and how difficult it was to explain to Celeborn and Galadriel his unwillingness to sit at the meal table for several days.

“Aye, but do you also recall what I did to help you heal more quickly,” Thranduil asked his voice now husky and his eyes darkening with remembered lust.

“Kissing and licking the bruises better until I came without even being touched by your hand had no medicinal value,” Elrond said with mock disdain, indicating he did indeed remember.

“I beg to differ. My kind of healing certainly took your mind off the pain without need for one of your detestable potions. Care to do the same for me? These cuts are small but they do sting a little,” Thranduil said as he suggestively traced a finger around the one that was near his already hardened nipple.

He was utterly irresistible in his desire and Elrond answered by walking over to lock the door, quickly disrobing before joining his lover on the bed. Within minute he had Thranduil writhing beneath the onslaught of tongue and lips, finally calling Elrond’s name as he came hard and fast just as the bell signalled it was time for the noon meal.

“We are both expected to join my guests,” Elrond said as he stole another kiss before reluctantly standing up and covering his erection with his formal robes.

“Aye, but there is always tonight and I am now only two doors away,” Thranduil informed his lover as he donned his shirt but did not bother with the ties.

“In Erestor’s old chambers?” Elrond asked, knowing instinctively that his advisor was behind the move and feeling grateful for his friend’s support. Thranduil nodded.

“He is exceedingly cunning, is he not?” The king asked as he took Elrond’s hand and tenderly kissed his lover’s fingers.

“Aye, and it occurred to me earlier that he might have been instrumental in ensuring my children spent midsummer with Legolas,” Elrond said as he followed Thranduil to his chambers, deciding to wait and escort his other honoured guest to the dining hall once he was suitably attired.

“We both were, but for different reasons. I wanted you to myself, but he was not aware of our relationship at the time. He thought it would be beneficial for our children to become better acquainted and that they might enjoy a little ‘unsupervised fun’, as Glorfindel put it,” Thranduil said.

“Ai, now that you mention it I do recall him speaking about this several weeks ago, when I was busy dealing with the Dwarves,” Elrond replied, wondering whether his poor memory of that day was due to the after effects of the many tankards of strong Dwarvish ale he had shared with his friends from Erebor.

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Glorfindel awoke from his light reverie to the delicious sensation of his naked chest being showered with soft kisses and his cock ready and willing to partake of his lover’s inner charms. He captured Erestor in his arms and ground their hips together, leaving no mistake in the advisor’s mind as to his intentions. To Glorfindel’s surprise, his lover kissed him soundly then twisted free of his grasp.

“Where are you going?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes burning with unsated passion as he watched Erestor dress.

“My dear Glorfindel, we have been asleep for several hours and as much as I would like to be ravished by you, it is well past time I made my way to Elrond’s private cellar to select the wine for this evening’s banquet,” Erestor said as he handed his lover his clothes, indicating Glorfindel should dress as well.

“Elrond’s cellar you say?” the seneschal asked with genuine interest, but in the voice his lover knew boded mischief.

“Aye, you know the place. ‘Tis where the best and rarest vintages are stored under lock and key, inaccessible to nearly everyone except those with access to one of the only two in Imladris,” the advisor said with obvious sarcasm.

“I swear I did not seduce you last week merely so that Icould steal the key,” Glorfindel said sweetly. “I actually have no need to, that lock is easy to open when one knows how.”

“Aye and you should thank the Valar that I do not report the missing bottles to Elrond.”

“You would have done had I not shared the wine with you, but you accuse me unfairly. I only ‘borrowed’ the one we drank on our anniversary. You should look to the brethren for the real culprits,” Glorfindel said as he allowed Erestor to brush his hair and braid it as he pleased.

“I know, but rest assured so does Elrond. He overlooks your little indiscretions because he is fond of us both, but he will no doubt speak to Elladan and Elrohir next time a bottle or two goes missing,” Erestor said as he moved the golden silk to one side and nuzzled his lover’s neck

Glorfindel sighed with longing, and then brightened as an idea came to mind. The cellar was well away from prying eyes and ears, and filled with excellent wine. What better place to indulge in a little afternoon delight with his lover.

Erestor paid little heed to whatever it was that Glorfindel was doing in the next row as he finished making his selections. He had just placed the last bottle of wine in the small cart when he was grabbed from behind and bent over the nearest vat. His robes were lifted around his waist and his leggings pulled down by eager hands, the roughness and the speed of the surprise attack causing him to become instantly hard.

“In a playful mood, are we lover?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder into the eyes of his totally naked Balrog slayer that were almost as black as midnight in the darkness of the cellar.

“Aye,” came the lusty reply and Erestor shuddered as a cool liquid was dribbled across the small of his back, rivulets running slowly into the cleft in his behind and across the small opening.

The coldness turned quickly to erotic warmth as he felt Glorfindel's moist tongue lapping the wine from his skin. When he reached the hole that was still partially relaxed from their earlier lovemaking, Glorfindel held his tongue against it and poured a little wine into the opening, licking and sucking it dry before adding some more and doing the same again. Erestor was almost undone by the thought of his lover using him as a cup in this fashion, and he moaned needily for a more forceful penetration.

“Ai, Glorfindel… you are driving me wild… take me…now!” he demanded breathlessly, never before having been so aroused by his lover’s tongue.

“As you wish, but first a kiss,” he replied, taking a swig from the bottle and slowly filling his lover’s mouth with the sweet wine and his demanding tongue.

“Mmm... “was all Erestor managed to moan as the passion in Glorfindel’s kiss sent him to excruciatingly pleasant heights. When he felt the familiar touch of the head of his lover’s cock begin to push against the ring of muscle, he cried out and pushed himself back as hard as he could, impaling himself and sheathing Glorfindel to the hilt.

“Ai, Erestor!” the seneschal growled in response to the exquisite sensation of being forcibly taken inside the tight passage.

“Move, Glorfindel!” Erestor demanded as he rotted his hips slightly the better to allow his prostrate to be stimulated with every thrust from Glorfindel’s powerful hips.

The seneschal grunted his pleasure with each stroke, holding Erestor’s hips tightly so that he could push deeper and harder as he rode his lover to an intense and satisfying climax. Even before the delicious aftershocks had finished coursing through his body, Glorfindel turned Erestor around and emptied the last of the wine over his lover’s needy cock before taking him in his mouth and sucking him dry. Erestor’s screams of ecstasy echoed throughout the underground chamber he collapsed into a heap on the floor, his legs too weak to bear his weight.

Glorfindel sat beside his lover and held him close as they shared a long, slow kiss while they waited for their ardour to cool and their hearts to settle to a more normal pace.

“I love you, Glorfindel,” Erestor whispered into his lover’s ear when the kiss finally ended.

“I love you, my dark beauty,” Glorfindel replied, suddenly stiffening as his ears caught a muffled sound nearby.

“I though you said we would be alone, that no one comes down here?” Thranduil’s amused voice whispered from outside the door. There was silence for a moment followed by the soft sigh of lovers ending a tender kiss.

“No one except Erestor and Glorfindel, apparently,” Elrond snickered in reply, his words fading as two pairs of footsteps disappeared back up the stairs.