Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (19/?)
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 19/

“Glorfindel speaks the truth, my love, a tongue does have many uses,” Thranduil whispered seductively as he encircled Elrond’s waist from behind with one arm, using his other hand to lift the soft raven tresses so that he could playfully lick from the tip of his lover’s ear to the smooth curve at the base of his neck. Elrond tilted his head slightly, exposing as much flesh as possible, his soft moans of pleasure encouraging the sensuous touch.

“Indeed, but even though we are alone, I think it best we seek the privacy of our bedchamber before exploring the matter further,” Elrond replied, somehow managing to find the strength of will to move away from Thranduil just long enough to cover the short distance to the door that lead to the chambers that were once his alone.

“What is this?” he asked as he stopped in the open entrance way and stared at the softly glowing candles placed around the bed that had been freshly made with silk sheets and covered with a scattering of sweet smelling rose petals.

“I have no idea, but it is certainly sets a very romantic mood,” Thranduil said, shaking his head. It was obvious that he was equally as surprised as his lover, but after a moment’s reflection, a knowing smile curved his lips.

”Erestor and Glorfindel,” he said simply.

“Aye, who else,” Elrond agreed, with a fond smile for his friends’ thoughtfulness as he closed the door and moved over to his dresser, noticing that the top seemed a little more cluttered than he recalled. It was and with good reason, he had to admit as he ran a finger lovingly over Thranduil’s hairbrush, combs and hairclips that had somehow mysteriously found their home there. Without a word, he walked over to his wardrobe and found, as he suspected he would, that it now contained his lover’s robes and tunics as well as his own. He turned to see Thranduil’s eyes shining with happiness as he acknowledged the less than subtle, but very welcome message that these were now his chambers as well

“They have been busy, and not just with each other,” Thranduil said, teasing the absent lovers as he indicated the tray on the bedside table on which stood a bottle of wine, two goblets, a large bottle of their favourite oil and, partially hidden behind a piece of parchment on which Erestor and Glorfindel had both written a few words of wisdom, was a pot of honey. Thranduil read the missive quickly and then laughed out loud as he handed it to a curious Elrond who had come to stand by his side.

“Our dear friends,

As you can see, Glorfindel and I have taken care of the more mundane aspects that are a natural progression of events following your rather ‘unique’ announcement during the dance last night.”

Elrond raised an amused eyebrow at his advisor’s very diplomatic and proper tone, and then read the words Glorfindel had written.

“We leave the more intimate expressions of your relationship to your imaginations, but as I have proven to my Erestor, as sweet as he is, honey makes him that much more so and I highly recommend you discover the delights for yourselves.

Now that your are no longer bound by secrecy, relish your time together openly, as we do ours,

Erestor and Glorfindel.”


“They are a romantic pair are they not?” Elrond asked as he put the note aside and enfolded Thranduil in his arms, placing soft kisses on the golden hair of his beloved.

“Aye and dear friends,” Thranduil replied as he reached to caress his lover’s beautiful face. “And I know exactly what to do with the honey, and my tongue! Let me show you,” he growled, his voice husky with need and his eyes darkening with desire as he claimed Elrond’s lips in a searing kiss, pushing his lover backwards onto the bed as he did so.

In a matter of moments, clothes were eagerly shed and hands roamed sensuously over naked skin as tongues fought for dominance in the moistness of mouths joined in a fervent kiss. When Thranduil reached for the honey, Elrond’s heart began racing even more wildly as his oversensitive body anticipated the pleasure he imagined was to come.

“Ai, by the Valar, this is unbearable,” he moaned writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy as his lover’s tongue slowly licked along the trail of sticky sweetness that he had spread from the base of Elrond’s neck, across the two hardened nipples and down to make a small pool in his navel.

“Then I shall stop, for I do not wish to hurt you,” Thranduil teased, lifting his head to meet his lover’s hooded eyes, his own glittering with lust and a wickedness that made Elrond groan even more needily.

“Nay, do not stop... just... finish me...” Elrond demanded as he grabbed a handful of his lover’s hair and pulled his head towards his straining erection, thrusting his hips forward to indicate what he wanted. Taking pity on his needy lover, Thranduil offered a few teasing licks before taking the honey coated shaft deep into his mouth, keeping only a loose hold on Elrond’s hips, thus allowing his lover to take his pleasure at his own pace, swallowing every last drop of the creamy fluid that was released at the height of his lover’s orgasm.

“Hmm, Glorfindel was right, the honey does add to the sweetness, “ Thranduil said licking his lips as he pulled his breathless but sated lover close and kissed him with such tender affection that Elrond felt his heart melting and his eyes fill with tears of joy.

“I love you, Thranduil,” he whispered when his lips were finally released.

“And I love you,” came the whispered reply that turned into a sharply indrawn breath as Elrond’s hand enfolded the hardness that was twitching against his thigh and guided the weeping head between his legs.

“Come inside me, fill me with your love,” he begged.

It was a plea Thranduil was powerless to refuse.


After a few hours of restful sleep, the two sated and very sticky lovers decided to gather some clean clothes and join Glorfindel and Erestor at the waterfall rather than bathe indoors. Hand in hand and with heads held high, the newly declared lovers walked casually through the corridors of the Last Homely House, through the gardens and along the path that led to their destination, accepting the nods of greeting and congratulation from those they passed and stopping on numerous occasions to share a kiss, caring not who saw them.

The air became heavier with moisture and the whispers of the waterfall increased in volume as they drew nearer to the pool and a brief meeting of two pairs of eyes conveyed a silent message of concern that they were about to invade their friends’ privacy. The sounds of laughter dispelled their doubts and they walked into the clearing to see the two fully clothed lovers sitting beneath a tree, Erestor’s head resting on Glorfindel’s shoulder and their eyes bright with merriment at something the Balrog slayer was saying, only the last few words of which reached the new arrivals’ ears.

“… and it took Elrond days to wash all the honey from his hairbrush!” Glorfindel said, looking up when he heard the others approaching.

“Celeborn must have been jesting when he told you that that, Ereinion would not have done such a childish thing!” Erestor declared as he burst into another fit of laughter.

“In fact he did, but did Celeborn also mention that in return my King had a difficult time removing the blueberry jam from inside his favourite boots. A jam that I hasten to add, was acquired from a certain Greenwood Prince,” Elrond replied winking at Thranduil as they sat beside their friends and joined in the laughter.

“I am certain such behaviour did not help either of you in the pursuit of your elders’ approval of you love, but it certainly explains why the twins and young Legolas have a predisposition for making mischief,” Erestor felt qualified to comment since he had spent much time with Elrond’s sons as their tutor and a little with Legolas in the course of his diplomatic visits to the Greenwood.

“There was nothing we could have done to win Adar’s approval, although he was very amused when he learned of our little prank,” Thranduil said with a sad smile, remembering one of the bittersweet moments from so long ago.

“I wonder how they will react to our news,” Elrond mused, his thoughts elsewhere and his happiness dimming as he was suddenly reminded of the task that lay ahead for he and Thranduil.

“I believe with love and happiness,” Thranduil said with more confidence than he really felt. Nonetheless, he smiled reassuringly at his lover as he squeezed the fingers that were entwined with his and kissed his beloved softly on the lips.

“When do you plan to tell them?” Glorfindel asked after receiving a silent nod of approval from Erestor. It was obvious that this matter needed to be discussed and whilst the advisor was well able to handle such sensitive matters with tact and diplomacy, he thought the issue called for a more his lover’s more direct approach.

“We have not even thought about it as yet,” Elrond admitted, blushing slightly at the reason for his and Thranduil’s inattention to anything other than themselves. “I have suddenly developed a very deep understanding of why you two are such insatiable lovers,” he added as he wrapped an arm around Thranduil’s waist and rested his head on his shoulder, needing to feel his lover close.

“Really? Would you care to enlighten us as to your discovery?” Erestor asked, changing the subject for the moment as his curiosity was piqued.

“Although there is no denying the enjoyment in experiencing bodily pleasures, your couplings are more a physical affirmation of the love you share than simple lust or desire. You know and love everything about each other so well that you want to please each other in every way possible, as Thranduil and I do. Even though we have suffered much separation, when we meet again our hearts feel is as if we have been together forever, yet we use our bodies to reaffirm our closeness in a more physical way,” Elrond said gazing into the mesmerising eyes of his lover as he spoke.

“Aye, that is so, my beloved, for you are forever in my heart,” Thranduil replied as he cupped Elrond’s chin in his hand and kissed him with an intense and tender passion that was beautiful to witness.

“That has the ring of truth about it and I am glad you have come to understand us a little better. Perhaps that explanation is all you need to tell your children. They are also adults who are well past their majority, and are more than capable of understanding matters of the heart,” Glorfindel said as he rubbed his cheek against his lover’s silky hair.

“No doubt they love their adars enough to wish them happiness and love wherever they find it, and the sooner you tell them the better it will be for all,” added Erestor.

“Aye, your counsel is wise, as always, my dear Erestor,” Thranduil said, offering his friend a warm smile.

“I take it you have a suggestion as to the timing and location of our discussion?” Elrond asked his advisor, easily sensing Erestor had something specific in mind.

“Aye, Glorfindel and I think that whilst the young ones are all together, you should consider escorting Thranduil back to Mirkwood,” the advisor said.

“Your plan certainly has some merit, but I would like to discuss it further with Elrond, in private,” Thranduil replied for them both as he stood and reached for his lover’s hand. “Come, we can talk while we bathe” he said, not forgetting the reason they had come to the pool in the first place. He smiled at his lover’s raised eyebrow that indicated Elrond had other ideas and clearly said *you only want to talk?* The seductive look they exchanged was not lost on Erestor and Glorfindel, who simply rolled their eyes in exasperation and took their leave, reminding the lovers who were already disrobing that they were expected back in time for the noon meal.