Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (13/?)
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 13/?

“Did you hear that? Someone is outside the cellar,” Glorfindel said as he stared at the closed door as if he was able to see through the solid wood.

“Aye, I heard voices. Elrond was one of them I believe, so no doubt Thranduil was the other, but they are no longer there,” Erestor replied showing neither concern nor embarrassment as he snuggled a little closer against his lover’s chest and placed a hand over the still rapidly beating heart. Glorfindel smiled lovingly at the sigh of contentment that passed the sweet lips.

“I take it you are well pleased, my love?” he asked, deciding also that the intruders on their privacy were of little consequence.

“As always my passionate one, but how am I expected to perform my duties after having been ravished so thoroughly?”

“I assure you, you perform most satisfactorily at all times, beloved,” Glorfindel replied cheekily, earning a playful slap on the arm.

“You are a wicked elf, Glorfindel!”

“Aye and that is one of the many things you love about me,” he replied as he placed a finger under Erestor’s chin and tilted his head upwards so that he could gaze into the darkened depths of his lover’s eyes.

“I love everything about you,” Erestor whispered as he moved to accept the slow, sensual affirmation of love that the joining of lips and tongues proclaimed. Their passion spent for the moment, they simply allowed themselves to become lost in the song their hearts sang until with soft sighs, the kiss ended.

“Shall we finish collecting the wine?” Glorfindel asked as he stood and offered a hand to Erestor who accepted the assistance with an affectionate smile.

“Aye, but I doubt I have the strength to carry too many bottles back to the kitchen,” he said as he began to dress.

“Then by all means conserve your strength for later and take only a few now. We can always come and fetch more if necessary,” Glorfindel said with a suggestive wink.

“You are insatiable!” Erestor declared his eyes glittering with mirth as a thought occurred. “Perhaps we should send Elrond and Thranduil to collect the rest.”

“And you, my cunning advisor, are irresistible. Aye, that is an excellent idea,” Glorfindel agreed as he kissed Erestor’s cheek and handed him the bottles they had already selected.

Despite his slightly dishevelled appearance and ignoring the smirks and whispers of those who easily guessed that the cellar had other uses than the storing of wine, Erestor maintained his dignity as he handed the wine over to the maid responsible for serving the drinks. After a brief discussion with the head cook, he sought Glorfindel, easily finding his lover by following the merry laughter that accompanied something one of the serving maids had told the seneschal.

“What is so amusing?” Erestor asked, gasping with surprise and more than a little concern when Glorfindel told him the latest gossip.

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Thranduil stopped in the shadow of the partially open door at the top of the stairs leading to the cellar and turned a speculative eye on Elrond.

“Do those two never tire of taking each other?” he said shaking his head with bemusement at the insatiable sexual appetites of the seneschal and the advisor.

“They do seem to be intent on indulging in a physical display of their affection for one another more often than usual these last few days, perhaps ‘tis just the festive season that heightens their desires,” Elrond suggested with a shrug. “Or perhaps it is simply that after almost a century of secrecy, they have no qualms about expressing their love openly now that everyone knows the nature of their relationship.”

“Aye, that makes much sense to me for I would be inclined to behave in the same manner were the truth in my heart to be revealed,” Thranduil admitted with a wistful grin.

“I would hope for a little more restraint, at least in public, from a visiting king, than that shown by my advisors at times,” Elrond replied with laughter in his eyes and his voice.
Thranduil raised an eyebrow in query so Elrond decided to relate one of the more memorable instances of lusty behaviour.

“I recall one council meeting that was severely disrupted when Glorfindel took Erestor in hand underneath the table. My advisor restrained his climax remarkably well, and our visitors would not have noticed anything amiss had not Erestor then proceeded to return the favour. Glorfindel has very little self control in the throes passion, as we all discovered.” Thranduil laughed heartily at the look of disgust warring with amusement on his lover’s face.

“I suppose that ravishing the lord of Imladris at every opportunity, enjoyable though we would both find it to be, is not a particularly accepted approach to diplomatic relations. But tell me, my love, was it really your wine collection you wished to show me, or did you have something similar to Glorfindel’s and Erestor’s use of the cellar in mind?” he asked in a sultry voice, raising one eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

“The wine, of course. If seduction had been my intent we would not have left your chamber, and you would be writhing in pleasure beneath me at this very moment,” Elrond replied in a low seductive whisper. He moved closer to Thranduil so that their bodies were touching as he brushed a finger over the sensitive tip of his lover’s ear before drawing him into a tight embrace and kissing him soundly. When the sweet moment ended, he freed himself from his beloved’s arms. His growing desire left him reluctant to forgo all bodily contact entirely, so the lord reached down to entwine his lover’s fingers in his own.

“Come, this is not the place to speak of, or act on matters of the heart,” Elrond said, his eyes darkening with a need to be alone with his lover.

“Where are we going? Somewhere private, I hope?” Thranduil asked as the tingling in his groin became a slightly noticeable bulge.

“There is much to see in Imladris besides my wine cellar, and the place I have in mind is both beautiful and a sanctuary of sorts,” Elrond replied mysteriously as he lead Thranduil along the passageway that passed by the main kitchen and out into the courtyard, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their hands were still joined. Neither noticed the curious stares and knowing looks that marked their progress.

The location of Elrond’s secluded little part of Imladris was no secret, but it was widely accepted as the lord’s sanctuary, a place of privacy that none disturbed. Following an unseen path through the woods beyond the gateway, they soon came to a small glade circled by trees whose leafy branches mingled together high above their heads forming a canopy of various shaded of green that allowed just the barest hint of sunlight to pass through and cast a dappled glow over the forest floor.

They had barely passed through the trees that guarded the entrance when Thranduil halted abruptly and his eyes widened in alarm.

“What is amiss?” Elrond asked as he felt a tug on his hand, indicating that his lover was now standing still.

“I would be interested to hear how you intend to explain this away,” the king said with an apologetic grin as he held their still entwined fingers aloft. Elrond’s eyebrows rose in disbelief at the carelessness they had just displayed and he allowed a small groan of dismay to pass his lips. “Perhaps no-one saw us,” Thranduil added hopefully.

“Thranduil, love, as much as I wish it were otherwise, I am forced to admit that the residents of Imladris rarely miss hearing or seeing anything that might make for good gossip. There will be much speculation, but no one, aside from Glorfindel when he hears of this, will dare approach me and enquire as to why we were walking hand in hand to my glade,” Elrond said with confidence, deciding to dismiss the issue for the moment in favour of taking his lover into his arms and hungrily claiming his lips.

“I love you,” Thranduil whispered as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes and Elrond was alarmed to see the brightness of tears and a hint of sorrow in the king’s green orbs. Elrond allowed one hand to move in comforting circles on Thranduil’s back whilst the other gently guided his head to rest on his shoulder.

“I love you, but why the tears?” he asked as he showered the soft gold locks with kisses.

“I am suddenly reminded that we have only a brief time to share before I must return home, and of how lonely I am when we are apart. I crave your touch, your kisses, and your adoring smile that is mine alone and part of me envies Glorfindel and Erestor their freedom to behave as lovers do. I wish it were so for us,” he said voicing the sorrow that ever touched his heart. Elrond sighed sadly and tilted his lover’s chin upwards and offered him the smile that spoke of the soul deep love they shared.

“I miss you too, more than words can say, but you are with me always, in my heart, my thoughts and my dreams every night,” Elrond replied tenderly and was rewarded with a lover’s smile in return.

“As you are in mine, and this is no dream. Make love to me.” The needy request was whispered with such intense desire that Elrond was unable to deny his lover.

Soft kisses and whispered words of love were exchanged as, with deliberate slowness, and savouring the sensation of every delicious touch of lips, tongues and fingers on bare skin, the lord of Imladris and the King of Greenwood brought each other to full arousal.
The sounds of incoherent moans and whimpers of need were muffled by the rustling of the leaves as the trees stood guard over the lovers.

Saliva slicked fingers carefully prepared the way as the need to give and receive became more urgent, until with a gentle thrust their bodies joined, dancing sensually to the sweet music that sang in their souls.

As two hearts beat ever faster, so did the rhythm of the sheathing of one silky hardness and the strokes of a firm hand on the other and the two moved towards a completion that was as intense as it was beautiful.

Safe in the knowledge that the trees would keep their silence, the lovers cried each other’s names out in their final throes of ecstasy.