An uir

Chapter 16.

Glorfindel let his hungry gaze roam upon Thranduil’s body, which revealed discarded undergarments. Hot tremors ran through him, when he saw his soon-to-be-lover in all his glory. But even more, Glorfindel trembled when he saw green eyes blazing with unreserved love and lust.

“Come here. I want to touch you.” Glorfindel whispered huskily. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Thranduil leaned closer, unsure of what was coming. He certainly wanted Glorfindel, but it felt like a dream that he was really having his heart’s desire. All coherent thoughts were forgotten when their bare skin met. Thranduil gasped and melted into the sensual embrace. He returned Glorfindel’s kisses and caresses with equal fervor and the entire world ceased to exist. Only the fierce need to be closer was left.

Glorfindel felt Thranduil tensing when he succeeded in pinning him against the mattress.

“Glorfindel? What you…” The king asked, unsure.

“Trust me, meleth (love). I just want to bring you pleasure, to show how much I love you. May I?” Glorfindel waited until he finally felt Thranduil relaxing, yielding to him. He started his exploring carefully, kissing his meleth’s tempting mouth until he felt a low moan against his lips. But this wasn’t enough, Glorfindel wanted more.

“Just like that, meleth. Let me hear you… let me hear that you love me.” He said with sultry voice, nibbling, licking and sucking his meleth everywhere he could reach. He smiled happily when Thranduil’s self-control finally broke down and hoarse cries filled the air.

Thranduil floated in a maelstrom of sensations. Never had he known desire like this, his whole being burned and ached with the sweetest pain in all Arda. Glorfindel’s name erupted from his lips when he felt hot mouth swallowing him deeply.

“Glorfindel… Glorfindel…” He cried again and again, until blinding ecstasy shook his body.

Glorfindel watched Thranduil’s completion, panting and struggling not to follow him over the edge. He couldn’t understand why he had denied this exquisite pleasure from both of them but never again. He would turn his gaze towards tomorrow and he would give himself freely to Thranduil. He was sure that they really were meant to be. Glorfindel gently took his meleth in his arms, holding him close for a long time. Every now and then he kissed his damp brow, whispering lovingly.

Thranduil finally felt his world returning its usual place and he raised his head.

“Glorfindel? Why did you do it? I don’t’ think I can move a one single bone to claim you.” He wondered wearily.

Glorfindel smiled gently.

“I have time to wait, meleth nín (my love). As I said, I wanted to love you. But I also wanted you to last as long as possible when you finally take me.” His smile grew wicked when he saw Thranduil blushing.

“I love you so, Thranduil nín. You were magnificent.” Glorfindel whispered and kissed his king softly.

“I could spend an eternity like this.” Thranduil breathed, sliding his fingers along Glorfindel’s spine. He wondered silently how someone as powerful as Glorfindel could still feel so soft to touch. He smiled, remembering that he really had a whole eternity to find out. Finally, he let his hand wander between Glorfindel’s powerful legs. Thranduil wrapped his fingers around the impressive erection, bringing a surprised gasp from Glorfindel.

“Oh, aye… that thought is beginning to sound more tempting with every passing moment.” He murmured, delighted with Glorfindel’s reaction and moved his hand up and down.

“Thranduil… saes (please)! Don’t tease me so.” Glorfindel wailed helplessly.

“Hush, meleth…I don’t tease you… I cannot wait until the moment when I finally take you, move within you…” Thranduil whispered and heard Glorfindel’s low moan. He continued his intimate caress, watching how the elda started to sweat and pant harshly. Thranduil fully enjoyed his ability to arouse him.

“I… I want that too… so much…”

Thranduil didn’t need any more encouragement. Seeing Glorfindel like this, in his passion, begging to be taken, his need recovered quickly. He scanned the room and to his delight he saw a little vial of oil on night table. Despite his need, Thranduil didn’t rush. He explored and teased Glorfindel’s tight channel and brushed his secret spot again, until the elda was sobbing in need. And only then, finally, did Thranduil settled between Glorfindel’s long legs.

“Glorfindel! Look at me.” He demanded, and when the elda met his gaze, Thranduil found beautiful azure eyes dilated and darkened with desire.

“Glorfindel. You are mine now, till the end of Arda. Say it!” He commanded.

“Yours! I’m yours… take me now, saes!” Glorfindel cried hoarsely, his whole body aching with longing.

The last remnants of Thranduil’s self-control vanished like ash in the wind, and with one fluid thrust he pushed inside.

A hoarse cry escaped Glorfindel’s lips when he finally felt Thranduil filling him.

“Are you all right?” Thranduil asked, concerned.

“I’m better than all right. You…feel...so good.” Glorfindel said, smiling blissfully. He grasped Thranduil’s hips, silently urging him to move and soon they found a sensual rhythm, slow but satisfying. Glorfindel wrapped his legs and arms around his meleth, wanting him as close as possible. He felt Thranduil trembling in his arms, making the sweet ache in his body almost unbearable. Warm happiness swelled inside him, until tears floated freely from his eyes.

Thranduil had never felt anything like this. He could sense Glorfindel’s complete surrender to him… to their love. Thranduil looked into azure eyes, saw tears in them but also sheer happiness and love blazing in them. He gently kissed Glorfindel’s tears away, whispering to him lovingly. Time faded away. Thranduil didn’t know, if only moments had passed or a whole eternity when finally their cries of completion echoed in the room. When their world finally started to return its place, Thranduil was still tightly in Glorfindel's arms. He relaxed, completely exhausted but happy.

“Thranduil nín… I’m yours. Don’t ever let me go.” Glorfindel whispered, still holding his meleth tightly.

“How could I? You are my life, another part of my fëa (soul).” Thranduil said softly, kissing Glorfindel again.

“When will you bind with me, meleth nín? When will you make me the happiest elf in all Arda?” Glorfindel asked, smiling.

Thranduil felt warm happiness inside him. His greatest desire would finally become truth.

“Soon, meleth, as soon as possible.” He promised.

“But I want my son to witness our happiness, so we have to send him a message, and I have to think my people too. Their King’s binding would be an important occasion, so it’s necessary to follow the traditions.”

“Whatever you want, meleth, as long as you are mine.” Glorfindel whispered, his heart full of happiness.

They laid close each other, kissing and talking. Both of them had been alone for so long, and they fully enjoyed each other’s closeness.

“I never expected something like this would happen to me when I came back to Arda. I always believed that I would be alone in my second life.” Glorfindel finally said. He hesitated, if he should tell Thranduil about Ecthelion, but then decided it would be best.

“What kind of life was your first one then?” Thranduil asked, his heart pounding. He had suspected that Glorfindel had been so distant because he missed his former life… maybe his dead beloved? Surely, he had had one. Thranduil wasn’t quite sure if he wanted to know, but it would be necessary if they were to be bound. Secrets between them could cause too much trouble later.

“I will tell, but first I want you to know that whatever I tell you, nothing can come between us, never.”

“That sounds serious.” Thranduil said, trying to hide his worry and failing miserably.

Glorfindel noticed Thranduil’s insecurity and pulled him closer.

“Thranduil nín, let me explain, saes (please). I want to be completely honest with you because I don’t want to repeat my mistakes. I’ll do this for you, for us, because I love you so much. I would have never given myself to you, if I didn’t.” Glorfindel reminded him gently and in his relief, Thranduil relaxed in his arms.

“So, tell me. You obviously had someone. I assume you lost him?”

“Aye, I did. I loved Ecthelion very much, but I had very little time to be with him. That was completely my own fault. I avoided my decisions for far too long, and when I finally had courage to act upon my feelings, war raged upon us. A few, far too short, years were the only time that I had with him. You must understand that this time I want everything to be different. I don’t want to waste anymore time because I know I love you, with all my heart. I want you to be mine, as soon as possible.”

“I want to be yours, meleth, more than I ever wanted anything. And I promise that our time together would be long and happy.” Thranduil finally said with tears of joy in his eyes.

“I know. I’m so lucky that I have found you, Thranduil nín.” Glorfindel whispered, kissing his meleth softly.