Carandol The Matchmaker

Carandol The Matchmaker 2/?

Author: Sebastian
Email: sebastian.s@btinternet.com
Archive: AdultFanFiction.net, Anyone else, please ask so I know where it is
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Carandol (OMC)/Legolas (eventually), Glorfindel/would ruin the plot, Erestor/wait and see, Elrond/half the garrison from Dol Amroth, Elladan & Elrohir/just about anyone who asks.
Genre: Slash. Humour (Almost)
Warnings: AU, sex, bad language, more sex…even worse language…A little bit of Erestor bashing to start with. (Sorry babe, I love you really)

Summary: Carandol is visiting Imladris on an extended visit from the Havens. He decides to interfere in a few elves’ love lives whilst he has some self-discovery of his own to do.
Timeline: Third Age, before the Fellowship.

Disclaimer: I only own Carandol and his machinations. Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. No infringement of copyright is intended. I bow to the master. This offe is is written purely for fun and no profit is being made. Sigh…


Translations:
Caran – red
Dol- head


Chapter Two – Of Kisses In The Dark


By Eru, I’m nervous. Me, nervous. I mean, a friend of dragons…

Even my cutlery is shaking in my hands. Perhaps the “Special Mixture” stuff gives you the jerks. No, don’t go there, especially not after Erestor has been talking about deep-throating.

I look around the large dining table. Serafir looks delicious as usual. So does Legolas. Who said that?
I look down at my plate and concentrate on fiddling with my roast turkey a little more. As I turn it around for the tenth time I cannot help thinking that soon I may also be dished up on someone’s plate for their delectation. Then the analogy cannot escape me. I too, feel stuffed.

No, no. Not stuffed. Wrong description. Noooooo….!

As I think of this I look at Legolas. My brain is forming strange and unwanted parallels. Stuffed…Legolas…pink lips….Stop it.

I look at Serafir. Luscious. And then I realize that I am thinking the words but my body is not responding. Very odd. I can always rely on my body to come up with the goods at the right time.

I look back at Legolas. Now I’m getting hard.

That’s it. I’ve had enough. I’m going to bury myself in my room until the party tomorrow. This stuff will have worked its way out of my system by then.

I stand excuexcuse myself, saying I feel ill and mumbling apologies. Erestor is still smirking. Is there something he’s not telling me?

I practically run from the room. I feel lost. I feel confused.

I feel sick.

* * *

I lay on my bed. My room is dark and quiet. It must be after dinner by now but I don’t feel any different. I sit up and fumble my way over to my drinks cabinet and pour myself something I should be able to identify…lots of it. I do it again. By the time I’ve drained my fifth glass I am convinced that the alcohol will dilute the ‘mixture’ and I begin to feel better…ish.

Then there’s a noise behind me as someone enters my room. It is too cloudy outside at the moment so there is no moonlight, and I cannot see my visitor for the candle is on the other side of the room. I feel a presence next to me and smell…a summer meadow. My brain runs swiftly through a list of likely candidates. That cute little brunette who works in the kitchens… no, she’ll be up to her ears in Golradir tonight, or the other way around. The twins perhaps…no they only come as a brace. Erestor then…but he wouldn’t dream of allowing himself to smell of something so sweet. Must be Serafir. Ah, she is just what I need right at this moment. My saviour.

I am a bit unsteady and she puts her arms around my waist to steady me.

Mmmm…soft hair. I press my face into her neck and nuzzle at the long mane. Mmm… I don’t remember her being this tall. Discarding that unwanted information I inhale deeply. Intoxicating. Or, at least it should be. Perhaps my body will perk up later. Well, I have overdone the intake a bit, what with wine tasting, that disgusting red stuff and whatever was in the five glasses I’ve just poured down my neck.

She feels good. Actually she feels very firm and slim but I don’t care as I pull her into my body and find her lips with mine. So sweet and ready for me. Her mouth opens and I do not resist as I slip my eager tongue into her soft and waiting mouth. Oh…so nicthinthink.

I pull out my tongue and she slips hers in. She is so demanding. I like this. Well, I would except that the roof of my mouth is still as sore as my larynx. I suddenly start thinking about deep throating again…damn Erestor! No wonder I can’t get hard!

I shake myself, as I do not want to think about him at a time like this, and begin to push Serafir back gently towards the bed until we fall upon it. Somehow she moves herself on top of me, flattens hlf alf against me and kisses her head off.

So, I may be as pissed as a fart but this poor creature feels really flat chested. Very strange. But… can this babe kiss. I mean, I’m just beginning to let my hands wander a bit and I’m flat on my back and her fingers are everywhere … and I mean everywhere… oh, yes…there…again. And its been ages since I had my tonsils stroked like this. Man! Time to take charge and let my digits get some action. She’s slim but well toned and I can feel her tense a little as my hands wander over her arse and stroke her pert little buttocks…easy baby…just have to move my hand in front a bit and…

Oh no…no…no…Can’t be…I’m enjoying this too much!

I feel again…it’s definitely male and a fully aroused one to boot.

Right…that’s it…off…

Then a soft voice croons at me. “Come now, Carandol, you were enjoying yourself and I was just getting started. So has the party, a little early. I thought we could have one of our own.”

His hand (‘his’ hand…I can’t believe I said that) has moved down to massage my cock and I’m in big trouble. I push him away from me and look at him.

The moon comes out.

Shit shit shit. If I wasn’t heterosexual I’d be lost. This Elf is a knockout. Big blue come-to-bed-with-me-eyes and blonde hair and lust oozing from every pore, a huge erection…no no no…I didn’t say that. I’m not looking.

Yes…its Legolas. And now I’m hard. Not just hard…I’m aching, throbbing…

No, no, no. This isn’t right. This isn’t me. Legolas is sitting upright on the bed now and he’s smiling at me. He moves closer and runs his hand down my face to my neck. He runs a finger under my chin and draws me to him. And I go to him…mesmerised.

Half of my brain is collapsing in on itself and has given up trying to tell me how I’m supposed to feel about this. How I’ll hate myself in the morning….

But the other half…well, let’s just say that I’m only listening to the other half of my brain. And its telling me to give in and enjoy, like every other male Elf in Imladris. This is obviously the sensible part.
Why should I hesitate. Am I really that drunk? Is this only the ‘mixture’ at work? Who cares?

I want to get fucked.

I lean in and Legolas kisses me again. Gods…I don’t remember ever being this hard before. And I want him…really want him. And his lips feel so good…and what he’s doing with his tongue…oh, yes!

He runs his hands over my body and starts to undress me, his hot breath caressing my throat and teeth gently nipping at my neck. He pushes his hands beneath my open tunic, runs his fingers across my chest and rubs against my erect nipples. I sigh loudly. He pulls away and removes his tunic and I sit up and do the same.

Then a little voice interrupts me politely and asks me if I really know what I’m doing. And it also tells me that I’m a slut and just an easy lay (I know that, already!)

But then Legolas kisses me again, deeply, passionately, moaning softly and I am gone…

Not sure where I’ve gone to…but I don’t think I want to come back.

And I tell the little voice to sod off.

He breaks off the kiss and licks his way down my body towards a nipple. Why have I never had my nipples nibbled before? I am used to them being touched a little by females. But adored like this…never. And they’re more sensitive than I thought they’d be and it makes me feel sort of wanton and excited at the discovery.

His tongue moves further and he drags it across my groin just above my leggings. Mmmm…yes…this is soooo nice!

Legolas sits up and moves away slightly. No, no don’t stop…its just getting good. But he looks down at me and gives me an intense stare before he moves his attention to my cock, which, by this time, is trying to sit up and beg him to notice it. He smiles and places his hand over my crutch.

Ahhh! This is me yelpinglpinlping? Oh, Eru, he’s rubbing me now and my cock definitely knows its been noticed and is trying hard to break free…oh, so very hard.

He starts to unlace my leggings and I’m actually writhing with anticipation. And then…ahhh…at last its free and waving at him…stiffly of course.

Legolas moves away…again. This time he’s removing his leggings and I realize that for the first time in my life I am excited about seeing another male’s tackle. I am not disappointed. His cock is long and smooth and very, very erect. I lift my hips from the bed inviting him to remove my leggings as well, and he does so. Its at this point that something changes. My temperature rises slightly, I become almost over-eager, I start to pant and I cannot wait any longer. I know now that the ‘mixture’ is definitely taking over. In one movement I move up from the bed, pull Legolas down, lay him on his front, jump on top of him and pin him down.

“Mpfff…ndol?!”

“What?”

“Mmppfff..breathe…!”

“Oh…sorry!”

In my eagerness for a bit of role reversal I’ve pushed his face into the feather pillow and I back off a bit and let him turn his head.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I pause. Now what? I’ve never done this before. But I have no intention of letting him up, not now.

I lean over and kiss the side of his neck.

“Er…Legolas…”

“Oil…cream…something gooey,” he says.

Something gooey? And then I remember the jar of ointment on my bedside table that I occsionally use on my sore muscles. I lean over and retrieve it.

“Oooof!”

“Sorry, Legolas. Will this do?” I ask and I’m getting edgy now. I just want to ram my cock into him, but I’m not too far gone to remember, from the little I’ve heard, that that will probably end the evening very quickly and give me a nasty black eye.

I allow him to guide me and soon my middle finger, complete with a generous dollop of the ‘something gooey’, is pushing into his gorgeous arse. I watch in fascination and then at Legolas’ instruction I withdraw and put in another one. Now I close my eyes and just feel. It’s a strange sensation, warm and tight, and his muscles squeeze onto my fingers a bit, almost playing with me. I experimentally wiggle them about and rub them up and down. Then I come across a small more prominent area and suddenly Legolas bucks up and groans – loudly. I had heard that a lot of pleasure could be had with males, but never believed it until I saw his reaction. So, I rub against it a bit more. Watching him lift up his hips towards me for more stimulation is more exiting than I could have imagined and I cannot delay this any longer.

I remove my fingers and he lifts his buttocks upwards presenting himself and offering his body to me. Gods…I am soooo turned on.

And then there’s a thump on my door. I can’t believe this. Someone has actually got the nerve to bang on my door…now! Maybe they’ll go away…

“Carandol!”

Or not.

My stiffie is throbbing, I’m just about to get laid and someone wants me to…

“Bugger off!” I shout back, and my voice sounds a little desperate.

“The party’s starting early and Lord Elrond wants you to come.”

I’m just about to, for Eru’s sake!

“Alright, Lindir.”

“Have you seen Legolas?” asks the minstrel and I groan and fall back down on top of the body beneath me.

“Mpfff…ndol?!”

“What?”

“Mmppfff..breathe…!”

“Oh…sorry!”

Again, I’ve flattened his face into the pillow and I move from his back and lay next to him. I stare up at the ceiling and feel my courage shrinking with my cock. Legolas whimpers against my ear and moves half on top of me and starts to hump himself against my groin, moaning loudly and completely unconcerned about the visitor outside the door.

I’m just about to tell him that we may as well give this up as a bad idea when he stiffens and comes, yelling loudly into my neck as his warm cum spurts over my belly.

Then there’s giggling from the hallway. “He’s in there, isn’t he? Ohhhh, naughty Carandol.”

And I’ve lost the will to live.

But I also realize that if in doubt, I can blame Erestor’s stuff.

* * *

“Hello, Carandol, did we wake you?” Erestor greets me as I sit down in the otherwise empty kitchen. I have left Legolas to have a quick scrub down while I get some sustenance and replace my stache of green hangover cure, which I have mysteriously run out of.

“Yes, Erestor, thank you, so much.” I answer stiffly.
“Didn’t want you to miss the beginning of the party,” he says silkily and smiles, in what I suppose he would describe as his sexy leer. Not sure what it uppoupposed to be really…but sexy…nah.

“But I didn’t,” I answer, “Not really.”

Erestor looks puzzled and I choose not to enlighten him.

Legolas appears at that moment and right on cue walks up to me and gives me a big smacker on my lips, then sits down next to me.

I feel myself blushing. (Me…blushing? Whatever next!)

Erestor’s face now displays another addition to his collection of expressions and his eyes are popping. His mouth is also hanging open, but I won’t dwell on that as it will put me off my food.

“You see,” I continue, “Legolas and I …made our own arrangements.” This is all still new to me and I am not sure about…coming clean, as it were, especially to Erestor, who will probably see my admission as permission to intensify his pursuit of my arse.

“Actually, I blame your…elixir.” Erestor closes his mouth and evil expression number seven (I think) appears instead.

“Oh, but that’s not possible, Carandol,” he says and nonchalantly shakes out his napkin.

“And why is that?” I ask, stupidly.

“The red concoction you drank yesterday, was only…” he pauses for effect, “a special salad dressing I had left to mature a little. It was for the party, you see. There was nothing more erotic in it than red currant juice, vinegar, oil and a few special herbs and spices.”

Salad dressing! I’ll kill him…I’ll…

But now the only mouth left open in the room is mine.


TBC…