Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,139
Reviews:
6
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These are based on Tolkein's Lord of the Rings. I do not pretend to own them, nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Three times the Lord of Lothlorien and the Chief Councilor of Imladris fought, each bout longer than the preceding. Celeborn won the second, ending kneeling at Erestor’s feet, his sword thrust up, tip resting at the dark haired elf’s brest.
The third fight was a whirlwind of arms, legs and swords, both elves moving together almost as if in a carefully choreographed dance. Haldir was fairly certain all were watching with as much awe as he, but he could not take his eyes from his lover and his lord long enough to see.
Then, as suddenly as the fight had begun, it was over. Erestor and Celeborn posed as if for a painting, about three yards apart, only their chests moving, striving to regain their breath.
A faint line of red appeared on Celeborn’s left breast and a single drop of blood welled up and slowly slid down his sweat streaked torso. Erestor had won.
The Lady Galadriel rose in the silence and stepped over to her husband’s side. She handed him his tunic and tsked sympathetically. “You look exhausted, my lord. Perhaps we should go back to our talan and...take a nap.”
Celeborn’s eyes flicked to hers and a single silver brow rose slightly. “As my lady wishes. A...nap is exactly what I crave right now.”
Standing next to Haldir, Celebrian cleared her throat. “I am not an elfling anymore, my parents. I know of what you really speak.”
Galadriel, her hand tucked into the crook of Celeborn’s elbow, looked back over her shoulder as they headed away. “So?”
The Lady’s daughter shook her head, her silver hair twisting about her. “Parents.” Turning to Elrond she yawned delicately. “Although...I am rather tired...”
Elrond’s eyes twinkled and he proffered his arm to his betrothed. “May I escort you back to your talan, my lady?”
“Do please,” she said, taking his arm. She turned to Haldir. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon. I hope everyone found today’s training...educational.”
Erestor glided over to where Haldir stood, watching the others walk off, and handed him back his sword. Haldir nearly dropped it when Erestor bent suddenly and, putting his shoulder to Haldir’s middle, picked him up.
Haldir looked down at the picnic blanket. He had never been carried over someone’s shoulder before. It was much less embarrassing than he had supposed. Or perhaps that was simply because it was Erestor doing it.
“I will take the basket back, Lord Erestor,” Rumil offered. “If you would prefer to...nap.”
Haldir would have glared at his little brother, but he was facing the wrong way. Then Erestor’s hand stroked the back of one leg and he lost his path of thought. He was fairly certain Erestor agreed to Rumil’s plan however.
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Back at his talan, Erestor slowly slid Haldir off his shoulder and back onto his feet. Haldir found himself pressed up against a hot, sweaty and very aroused elf.
“Nap first, or bath?” Haldir asked, his voice husky.
“Sex,” Erestor replied. His eyes were dark with passion and his voice deep.
“Before or after?” Haldir teased.
His tunic was pulled up and over his head and tossed on the floor. “Before, during and after,” Erestor growled.
Haldir was not certain what it was that made so many elves desire sex after fighting...he was just very glad Erestor was one of them. With his last free thought he made a mental note to invite Erestor to fight practice again.
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Three times the Lord of Lothlorien and the Chief Councilor of Imladris fought, each bout longer than the preceding. Celeborn won the second, ending kneeling at Erestor’s feet, his sword thrust up, tip resting at the dark haired elf’s brest.
The third fight was a whirlwind of arms, legs and swords, both elves moving together almost as if in a carefully choreographed dance. Haldir was fairly certain all were watching with as much awe as he, but he could not take his eyes from his lover and his lord long enough to see.
Then, as suddenly as the fight had begun, it was over. Erestor and Celeborn posed as if for a painting, about three yards apart, only their chests moving, striving to regain their breath.
A faint line of red appeared on Celeborn’s left breast and a single drop of blood welled up and slowly slid down his sweat streaked torso. Erestor had won.
The Lady Galadriel rose in the silence and stepped over to her husband’s side. She handed him his tunic and tsked sympathetically. “You look exhausted, my lord. Perhaps we should go back to our talan and...take a nap.”
Celeborn’s eyes flicked to hers and a single silver brow rose slightly. “As my lady wishes. A...nap is exactly what I crave right now.”
Standing next to Haldir, Celebrian cleared her throat. “I am not an elfling anymore, my parents. I know of what you really speak.”
Galadriel, her hand tucked into the crook of Celeborn’s elbow, looked back over her shoulder as they headed away. “So?”
The Lady’s daughter shook her head, her silver hair twisting about her. “Parents.” Turning to Elrond she yawned delicately. “Although...I am rather tired...”
Elrond’s eyes twinkled and he proffered his arm to his betrothed. “May I escort you back to your talan, my lady?”
“Do please,” she said, taking his arm. She turned to Haldir. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon. I hope everyone found today’s training...educational.”
Erestor glided over to where Haldir stood, watching the others walk off, and handed him back his sword. Haldir nearly dropped it when Erestor bent suddenly and, putting his shoulder to Haldir’s middle, picked him up.
Haldir looked down at the picnic blanket. He had never been carried over someone’s shoulder before. It was much less embarrassing than he had supposed. Or perhaps that was simply because it was Erestor doing it.
“I will take the basket back, Lord Erestor,” Rumil offered. “If you would prefer to...nap.”
Haldir would have glared at his little brother, but he was facing the wrong way. Then Erestor’s hand stroked the back of one leg and he lost his path of thought. He was fairly certain Erestor agreed to Rumil’s plan however.
****
Back at his talan, Erestor slowly slid Haldir off his shoulder and back onto his feet. Haldir found himself pressed up against a hot, sweaty and very aroused elf.
“Nap first, or bath?” Haldir asked, his voice husky.
“Sex,” Erestor replied. His eyes were dark with passion and his voice deep.
“Before or after?” Haldir teased.
His tunic was pulled up and over his head and tossed on the floor. “Before, during and after,” Erestor growled.
Haldir was not certain what it was that made so many elves desire sex after fighting...he was just very glad Erestor was one of them. With his last free thought he made a mental note to invite Erestor to fight practice again.
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