Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (18/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.


Chapter 18/?


With the lightness of heart that comes from being released from the chains of secrecy, and with delight in being able to share a kiss or loving words whenever they felt the need, Elrond and Thranduil continued to enjoy the merrymaking, singing and dancing until Lindir and his musicians had played their last note. Over the course of the evening, the numbers of elves in the glade dwindled to a mere handful as couples sought privacy for their more intimate celebrations. However, rather than retire to their chambers like the others, the newly declared lovers of old chose instead to bid the stars goodnight and welcome the pale light of dawn as Anor slowly chased the darkness of night from the sky.

Elrond sat with his back against one of the trees, his legs crossed at the ankles and his lap providing a pillow for Thranduil’s head as he stretched out on the soft grass. For two as close as they were, words were not always necessary and so they sat in silence, communicating their love with tender smiles and gentle caresses.

“Do you think we offended Galadriel with our little display of unbridled lust?” Elrond asked as he combed his fingers thought the silky gold hair that fanned out across his thighs. Thranduil turned to look into his lover’s eyes and offered a somewhat reassuring smirk of amusement.

“You are forgetting you speak of the Lady of the Golden Wood, who grew up with four brothers, is daring enough to claim Glorfindel, the once infamous lover and outrageous flirt as a friend and has been married to Celeborn for longer than I care to recall. Not only that, the dance is performed in Lothlorien every year, as it is in Greenwood and I think it is safe to assume she has witnessed such displays in the past. I sincerely doubt there is any kind of lustful behaviour she has not seen in her time.” Thranduil said with an amused chuckle and Elrond nodded wisely in agreement.

“I imagine you have also observed your share of such sights as well?”

“Aye, over the years I have seen many couples so lost in their love for each other that they succumbed to their desire in similar manner, and on one occasion I was forced to cover a lusty pair’s coupling with my cloak. We did not go quite that far and since Galadriel neither left in disgust nor reprimanded either of us I do not believe she was offended.”

“Nay, but even had she been, I would have felt justified in telling her I was merely doing as she suggested and publicly declaring my love for you,” Elrond said, the creases of worry in his brow disappearing as he smiled adoringly at his lover. There was a hint of mischief in his voice, and Thranduil easily sensed the undercurrent of desire that matched his own.

“Would you care to indulge in an even more pleasurable declaration now that we are alone?” The king asked as he rose to his knees, placed his hands on Elrond’s shoulders and teased his lips with his tongue before claiming them in a demanding kiss.

“Aye, an excellent idea, but not here. Shall we go to OUR chamber?” a quite breathless and aroused Elrond asked as he stood and offered his hand to Thranduil.

“OUR chamber?” the king whispered almost reverently, repeating the simple words that meant so much to them both. Elrond sensed the inner glow of happiness that reflected his own and he drew Thranduil into a loving embrace.

“Aye, our chamber.” A brief kiss.

“Our bed.” A kiss filled with passion.

“Our love.” This time it was a long, lingering joining of lips and tongues, that both regarded as a prelude to the joining of their bodies. Thranduil reached for Elrond’s hand as they walked back to their chambers, but Elrond shook his head and rather than accept the hand, he snaked his arm possessively around Thranduil’s waist and waited for his lover to do the same.

“I want anyone who sees us to know that you are mine, my love,” he said by way of explanation.

“Then let them see that you are mine as well.” Thranduil growled, becoming more aroused by the minute as a result of Elrond’s tender and loving attentions. He brushed the dark hair aside and sucked needily on the soft flesh of his lover’s neck, the tingling sensation of pleasure coursing through Elrond’s body making the lord moan and lean wantonly into the touch. Both now sported very obvious erections that required immediate attention and so they took the shortest route back to the house.

Considering the earliness of the hour and the fact that most of Imladris’s inhabitants had not long gone to bed, they did not really expect to encounter anyone, and so were very surprised to see Glorfindel and Erestor walking down the corridor, the soft glow of recent loving on their faces. The faintest musky scent of sex hung was in the air as they approached, making it very apparent that they had spent their night, and the more recent hours as well, in the throes of passion.

“’Tis either an early morning stroll you two are taking, or you are returning very late from your evening of merrymaking,” Glorfindel commented with amusement.

“The same could be said of you, but if you must know, we are just now retiring to our chamber,” Thranduil replied, offering Elrond a secret smile as he said the words, the meaning of which did not escape either Glorfindel or Erestor.

“Then you will be pleased to hear that Erestor and I are headed for a refreshing early morning swim so you have this wing all to yourselves and will disturb no one regardless of how much noise you might make,” Glorfindel teased.

“Or how often, like a certain couple who shall remain nameless.” Thranduil laughed heartily at his own rejoinder but Elrond chose to ignore the remark and addressed a more pressing problem than noisy lovers.

“Erestor, Thranduil and I have no intention of attending the morning meal, would you please make our apologies to Galadriel and Celeborn?” Elrond asked his advisor.

“Normally I would be willing to do so, but Glorfindel and I are not planning to attend breakfast either. I will send a message of apology for us all to the guest chambers,” Erestor offered.

“If they are there, that is,” Glorfindel said with a wink that suggested he had reason to think otherwise.

“Why would they not be?” Erestor asked. All three looked to the seneschal with undisguised curiosity for his answer.

“Let me just say that I heard Lindir giving Celeborn directions to one of the more secluded gardens and I saw the lord and lady leave shortly thereafter along with one of the bottles of Dorwinion. Obviously they intended to celebrate Midsummer with romance, as did we all,” Glorfindel told his friends.

“Speaking of which, our celebrations are not yet at an end,” Thranduil said as he playfully licked the sensitive tip of Elrond’ ear to remind his lover of their plans, his actions and his candour causing Elrond to blush and Erestor to smile knowingly.

“It seems having golden hair is not the only thing our lovers have in common,” he said with feigned sigh of exasperation.

“Nay, they are both as adorably brazen in their actions as they are with their words,” Elrond agreed as he lovingly caressed Thranduil’s cheek to show he was only teasing.

“Ai, but you must admit that speaking is not the only use for our tongues,” Glorfindel said with a wicked grin. “Come my raven haired love, let us leave these two alone, I have just thought of another use for mine.” Erestor rolled his eyes at Elrond as if to say, ‘see what I mean’ but his smile for Glorfindel was a promise of pleasure. He entwined their fingers before resuming their way out to the waterfall and the pool at its base that was a favourite spot for the lovers.

Upon reaching the secluded pool the advisor and the seneschal both immediately removed the robes that covered only bare skin and fallen into each other’s arms, kissing as passionately as if they had been apart for months instead of only a matter of minutes. When they finally parted for breath Glorfindel took a bottle of massage oil from the pocket in his discarded robe and had proceeded to apply a light coat of oil to the soft skin of Erestor’s neck and chest in a manner meant to arouse rather than soothe tired muscles.

The effect was wasted, as far as Erestor was concerned when his lover stepped into the cool water of the pool, pulling the now confused and slightly frustrated advisor in with him.

“What are you doing?” Erestor asked, shrieking with surprise when as Glorfindel immersed himself fully in the refreshing water and swam between Erestor’s legs causing him to lose balance and he fell backward into the water, resurfacing a moment later.

“We cam here for a swim, did we not?” Glorfindel replied as he took the spluttering advisor in his arms and claimed his li[s in a sweet kiss that slowly deepened into a passionate expression of their soul deep love.

“Then why the oil?” Erestor asked, his curiosity diminishing rapidly as Glorfindel’s hands roamed lovingly over his body, coming to rest on his behind and giving Erestor a gentle shove in the direction of the bank. As he followed Glorfindel out of the water, he smiled seductively at the lust darkened eyes that were making love to his naked form.

“This is why,” Glorfindel whispered his voice thick with need and lust as he traced a finger over the damp chest that glistened with small water droplets that formed on the oil coated skin. He leaned forward to capture one with his tongue and then proceeded to lick hungrily at each tiny droplet, paying particular attention to those that dripped from the hardened nipples or that pooled in the hollow of Erestor’s throat.

When he turned his attention to the droplets that were mingling with the clear fluid that was now leaking from his lover’s engorged cock, Erestor’s knees went weak and Glorfindel eased him gently to the ground, his tongue never losing contact with the glistening skin.

“Ai Glorfindel…don’t... please…don’t… do that again!” Erestor moaned as, true to his word, his lover was using his tongue to drive him into incoherency. Every time the tip of his tongue captured a water droplet, the feather light contact sent a tingle down Erestor’s spine and soon his whole body was shivering in sensual delight.

“Which is it to be, my wanton one? Shall I stop or shall I continue to ravish you until you scream my name?” the seneschal asked, continuing to torment his lover who was writhing beneath him by licking water from everywhere but the hardness that twitched in anticipation against his stomach.

“Don’t stop!” Erestor managed to demand, gasping loudly as he felt Glorfindel’s tongue finally caress his weeping cock. The feeling was bliss and Erestor tangled his fingers in the golden locks and pulled Glorfindel’s head closer to his need. The seneschal looked into his lover’s hooded eyes that were silently begging for more, and found he could not deny Erestor any longer.

Taking the full length in his mouth, Glorfindel licked and sucked and swirled his tongue around the delicious shaft until he felt Erestor almost reach his peak. He slowly drew back and then moved his attentions to the inviting opening between the firm cheeks. With one quick thrust he used his tongue to penetrate the one place where no water droplets were to be found. Erestor arched his back and bucked wildly as pleasure shattered his control and unable to resist the cry of his own aching with need, the seneschal’s expert fingers replaced his tongue as he prepared to take his lover.

“Slow or fast?” he asked, the tip of his erection brushing the small opening, just waiting for permission to push deeply inside. Erestor answered by pushing slowly back onto the silky hardness moaning and rolling his head from side to side and clenching his fists as the pleasure of the slow penetration washed over him in waves.

“Hard and fast,” Erestor panted suiting his movements to match his lover’s, responding to the need he felt in Glorfindel to find completion. This time it was Glorfindel who groaned as he felt the tight, moist heat surround him and he moved his hips to provide the friction that he now so desperately craved. Without breaking the rhythm of his increasingly faster and deeper thrusts, Glorfindel reached for his lover’s cock and stoked him to completion. The exquisite feeling of inner muscles contracting and pumping him was Glorfindel’s undoing and his own body wracked with the spasms of his intense release as he screamed his lover’s name into the silence of the morning.