Unexpected Joy

Author’s Notes: thank you to my Beta, Breon. Please read and review. Reviews = happy writer. Happy writer = more plot bunnies.

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The world was hazy for Frodo when next he opened his eyes, his gaze rising to the gauzy canopy above, and the finely carved bedposts of his bed. No, not his bed. With a start, Frodo tried to rise from the bed too quickly. A searing pain shot through his shoulder and down his arm, causing him to cry out and fall back against the pillows once more. Hearing the cry from his place on the balcony, Elrond rushed in to see to his patient.

“Lie back Frodo. All is well.” Elrond stated while helping ease the hobbit to a more comfortable position. “I must apologize, I should have taken you to your own rooms, but truly these were closer.”

Frodo blinked in effort to clear his vision. “Nay, my lord. ‘Tis fine.”

Lord Elrond then gifted Frodo with another rare smile, before going over to the small desk in the corner and returning with a small phial of oil. “May I remove your shirt, Master Baggins? This,” The elf lord raised the phial of lavender coloured oil. “should ease the pain.”

Frodo nodded his consent, and tried to relax as Elrond stood, and removed his formal robes. Under the crimson and gold robes, the elf wore a delicately embroidered shirt and rather plain leggings. Frodo’s eyes slid over Elrond, taking in the lithe body, the strong legs, and the softly muscled arms.

Elrond approached and softly sat upon the bed before Frodo. His long hair fell over his shoulders in a soft waterfall of dark silk, and Frodo found himself wondering what the elf’s hair would feel like. How would Lord Elrond’s body feel pressed tightly against his own? How soft would the elf’s skin feel?

“- for when you return home?”

Elrond ’ s question hung in the air like a feather caught in the breeze. Frodo blushed and blinked for a moment. The feel of Elrond’s hands upon his shoulder, and the smell of the oil had sent Frodo off on a trail of his own thoughts.

“Forgive me, my lord. I was elsewhere for a moment. Could you repeat the question?”

Elrond gave Frodo another smile. “Of course, Master Baggins. I inquired if you wished me to ready some of this oil for when you return to the Shire?”

Again Frodo flushed, but he returned the smile. “Yes, my lord. I would greatly appreciate that.” Elrond nodded and continued with the massage.

Frodo closed his eyes, willing himself to relax a moment, to simply concentrate upon the feel of Elrond’s warm hands upon his chill skin. When he opened them once more, he found that he was looking directly into the elf lord’s blue eyes. It took a moment to register, but Lord Elrond’s hands had stopped their massage. His thumb now ran softly over Frodo’s collarbone in a delicate caress.

Without thinking, Frodo closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Elron The The kiss was stiff at first, but the elf soon relaxed into the kiss. Frodo marveled at how soft Elrond’s lips were, until those lips parted slowly and allowed Frodo entrance to his mouth.

Elrond’s hands slid slowly over Frodo’s shoulders and down his slender arms. The hobbit shivered from the sensations as his own hands trailed up Elrond’s chest, coming to rest on the ties of his shirt. With slow ease, Frodo slid the shirt from the elf’s shoulders, marveling at each inch of revealed skin before letting the garment drop to the floor. Frodo slid his tongue along the elf’s lower lip before entering his mouth, their tongues caressing each other in a sensual duel for supremacy. The kiss progressed from its original stiffness, through sweet and loving, before finally settling on a strange sort of hurried passion.

Frodo watched breathlessly as Elrond stood, slowly undoing his leggings and stepped gracefully from the discarded garment. He gasped softly, feeling his own breeches growing painfully tight. He began fumbling cily ily with the closure, his mangled hand frustrating him more than usual. He growled in frustration, only to look up in a shocked sort of pleasure when slender elvish fingers stayed his progress.

Soft blue eyes darkened with deep desire, and stared at him with ancient intelligence. Frodo removed his hands from his own breeches, sliding them slowly up Elrond’s long arms, across the slender elvish chest and downwards towards the source of the elf lord’s pleasure. Elrond felt a find shiver run up his spine from the feel of the small hands upon his heated skin. The elf lord carefully knelt upon the bed, straddling Frodo’s legs after removing the last barrier of clothing between them.

Hands slid over bodies. Lips kissed, suckled and teased. Soon the two lay in a tangle of limbs. Skin heated, breath quickened, and all thought left the two, in their search for pleasure.

Elrond rolled over onto his back, gently pulling Frodo atop him. Frodo slowly trailed kisses up the elf’s neck, before sliding his tongue up the outer edge of a delicate pointed ear and curling it around the tip. Elrond shivered and released a soft moan, allowing his own hands to slide over Frodo’s body. Careful Elvish fingers traced each scar upon the small hobbit, in a loving caress.

Frodo’s eyes fluttered shut, his breath coming in soft pants. He had never expected anyone to treat him with such tenderness. The way in which Elrond touched his body showed the deep respect that the elf lord held for the hobbit.

Small hands slid down Elrond’s body once more. Fingers, roughened from the toil of the quest, traced the softly defined muscles of the peredhil’s stomach before traveling downward again. A shuddering moan escaped Elrond’s lips as Frodo’s fingers closed around his heated arousal.

“Please, Frodo!” Elrond gasped pleadingly. It had been so long since someone had touched him in such a way. His body cried out for more, tightening painfully in anticipation.

Frodo kissed Elrond’s chest in a soft open-mouthed kiss to answer. He was determined to return the loving care the elf lord had shown him. In long, slow movements, Frodo began to stroke the heated flesh in his hand. He bent down, flicking his tongue over one of Elrond’s already stiffened nipples, causing the elf to close his eyes. Elrond’s head tipped back against the pillows, and his mouth opened in pleasured gasps. A small smile spread across Frodo’s face as he watched Elrond writhe wantonly upon the bed beneath him. The elf’s fists clutching at the sheets by his sides, as Frodo slowly rolled his thumb around the tip of the elf’s arousal.

“Ai! Valar!” Elrond cried between gasping breaths.

Once more, a small smile graced Frodo’s fine features as his eyes fell on the phial of lavender oil, and an idea settled into his mind. Never breaking the rhythm of his stroking, the hobbit retrieved the phial, pulling the cork free with his teeth. Removing his hand from the elf’s member, Frodo poured a fine trail of the oil down Elrond’s stomach and over his twitching arousal.

Elrond made a soft sound of protest at the loss of Frodo’s caressing hand, only to gasp in pleasure at the feel of the heated oil dribbling in slow rivulets over his stomach and between his legs. Unable to form clear thought, the elf was powerless as Frodo’s hands slicked a path through the oil, spreading it in slow lazy circles over the soft sensitive skin of Elrond’s stomach. Frodo’s tongue curled once more around a hardened nipple, as his un-mangled hand slid slowly over the elf’s member and between his legs.

The elf began to tremble in pleasure as the small hand slid further down. One finger gently circled his entrance before pressing softly against him to gain access. Elrond gasped and felt his breath quicken at the feeling of being breached in such a way. His eyes closed and he willed himself to relax and enjoy the pleasure that was sure to come.

Frodo moved up his lover’s body, softly pressing kisses over the elf’s shoulder. He cursed that he was too small to be able to reach the elf’s source of pleasure and to be able to kiss him at the same time, and so settled for softly nipping Elrond’s shoulder. Elrond’s fists balled in the sheets once more, as he strove to control his building pleasure.

“Please! I need you!” He cried softly. Frodo removed his probing finger and sat up again.

“Are you sure? Me?” Frodo asked uncertainly, to which he only received a quick nod from Elrond.

Frodo grasped the small phial of oil and poured the rest over his own hand, before smoothing it along his hardened flesh. Elrond’s passion-darkened eyes stared intently at Frodo, nearly pleading with him to hurry. Placing his hands on either side of Elrond’s slender hips, Frodo positioned himself between the long elvish legs.

Elrond’s breath caught as he felt Frodo enter him. At once feeling as though he were finally complete, he wished the feeling might never end. He could tell that Frodo was waiting for a sign, waitinr hir his lover to become accustomed to the new feeling before moving. Wrapping his legs around the hobbit’s little hips, he urged Frodo to thrust at last.

A fine trembling began in Frodo's body at the tight, hot feeling of being buried deep within Elrond's body. He nearly found his release from that feeling alone, but held tightly to his control. With long slow thrusts, his hips took up the age-old rhythm sure to bring them both pleasure.

The world closed in around them. Naught else mattered save the other’s body and their mutual search for release. During those moments Elrond’s heart was not over-shadowed with grief and Frodo’s love for Sam didn’t matter. They were simply two beings providing comfort to each other.

Elrond felt himself tremble as Frodo’s small hand once more closed around his flesh. His hands shook slightly as he raised them to slid slowly through Frodo’s dark curls. The elf watched as Frodo’s blue eyes slowly closed and a small wrinkle of concentration formed across his brow. His small hand matched its strokes with the quickening thrusts of his hips.

The elf lord was nearly lost in the sensations running through him. He could feel the telltale pressure of climax building within him. Each thrust and stroke bringing him that much closer to the edge.

Elrond glanced down in momentary confusion as Frodo’s hips broke rhythm, nearly withdrawing from his body. Then without warning, Frodo thrust deeply into the elf, angling his hips slightly. Stars burst before Elrond’s eyes as Frodo came in sharp contact with his prostate.

“Aiya!” Elrond cried, as his entire body tensed and one final stroke of Frodo’s hand and hips brought him to a shattering completion. Frodo moaned loudly as his lover squeezed tightly around him. With a soft cry, he emptied himself deep within Elrond’s body, collapsing limply upon the elf’s chest and panting.

The elf lord closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the shivering body of his lover. For the first time in centuries he felt whole. Complete. Deep down, Elrond wished that feeling would never end. Looking down at Frodo’s shivering frame, the elf sighed and sent a silent prayer to the Valar.

After long moments, Frodo finally slipped from the elf’s body. He smiled sleepily at the feel of a blanket being pulled over him. Soon Lord Elrond stroked the sweat-dampened curls of a sleeping hobbit curled against him.

“Hennon le, Frodo Baggins.” He whispered softly. “Le veleth nin.”

Translations:

Hennon le: Thank you.
Le veleth nin: I love you.