SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT

Author's Notes: This is a work of Fan Fiction. I will not be receiving any payment for this work. The characters, settings, etc., are all the property of The Estate of J.R.R. Tolkien and possibly New Line Cinema.


Once inside Celeborn’s dressing room, Finrod regarded his sister’s husband carefully, a frown appearing between his brilliant blue eyes. Celeborn had walked over to the wine bottle sitting on the little table and poured two large glasses. He offered one to Finrod and the lord of Nargothrond noticed that his hand shook slightly as he did so.

“Thank you”, said Finrod softly as he accepted the glass, but he turned away and set it down on top of the washstand. He took a towel that was hanging from the stand and wrapped it around his body. “Celeborn, before we get involved in anything from which there shall be no return, I wish to have a serious talk with you”.

“Oh, very well”, said Celeborn carelessly as he flung himself down on the bed and covered himself with the bathrobe Finrod retrieved his wine glass and came to sit down on the edge of the bed beside his brother-in-law. He took a sip of wine, then leaned forward and draped his free forearm across his knees. He looked down at Celeborn and smiled, his dimples deepening as his eyes shone. “What serious matter do you wish to discuss?” Celeborn asked him. “You do not look serious at the moment”.

Finrod placed his glass carefully on the floor and put his hand on Celeborn’s knee, rubbing the taut skin with affection. “I think we have been watching each other with interest for long enough now from across rooms and banquet tables that we should discuss that which is clearly happening between us. This evening, for example, what has happened between us in the pool has sparked feelings of desire in both of us. And in watching you, I have come to see that all is not well between you and my lovely sister”.

Celeborn’s smile faded and he stared at Finrod with a darker than usual shade of grey in his eyes. “You have observed correctly”, he answered in a whisper.

“Care to tell me about it?” asked Finrod, raising a finely curved eyebrow.

Celeborn sighed. He took a large gulp of wine. It tasted rather sour and he put it down on the floor next to Finrod’s.

“There is much that I love about your sister”, he said. “Most of it having to do with the physical aspects of her beauty. Her hair of spun gold with those silver highlights in it, her eyes more blue than the depths of Tarn Aeluin in summer when the skies are clearest, her voice like that of the meadowlark. Except”, and a frown appeared on his delicately sculptured face, “when she speaks cruelly to me. And then I feel the coldness of ice against my back, like the gust of wind from a door slamming behind me on a wintry evening, and I know that I have been dismissed from her company”.

Finrod gazed solemnly into his eyes. His hand slipped from Celeborn’s knee to the soft part of his thigh just above it, and caressed the smooth skin beneath the bathrobe still draped over his lap. “Does she speak that way to you often?” he asked.

“More often now than before we came to live here in Menegroth with the King”, replied Celeborn. “Matters of state have been somewhat pressing lately between her and Elu Thingol”.

“Hmmm”, Finrod responded, still staring into Celeborn’s eyes.

“Something is troubling her, I can tell”, said Celeborn. “And whatever it is that puts her in such a foul mood, she takes it out on me, berating and insulting me whenever she is in a bad mood”.

“Is it misplaced anger, then, do you think?” asked Finrod.

“I don’t know. I do not think I have done anything amiss”, Celeborn replied, “although who can tell? She and I have not always agreed on everything in the past, and will probably continue to disagree on things in the future as our paths differ from each other’s”.

“While it is true that my sister has upset you, that does not address the issue of what is going on between the two of us”, said Finrod pointedly.

“And what do you think that is, Finrod?” asked Celeborn, his voice becoming husky as he returned Finrod’s gaze, looking into the azure depths of his eyes.

“Would you like to play a little game?” asked Finrod. “The result should answer that question”.

“What do I have to do?” asked Celeborn, intrigued.

“Well, be truthful to yourself first, and then to me, and think before you answer about the questions I am going to ask you”, said Finrod quietly.

Celeborn closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the warmth of Finrod’s hand on his leg, stroking his inner thigh just above his knee. His skin tingled at the touch of Finrod’s hand. The scent of eucalyptus mixed with honey was in the air. It was sweet but hung with heaviness too, as if it held some kind of portent. “Very well, Finrod. Go ahead and ask me what you will, and I promise you that I will answer honestly. The smell of honesty is in the air tonight”.

“Is it? Good”, purred Finrod. “First, then, keep your eyes closed. Now tell me in what ways do you think I resemble my sister?”

Celeborn laughed. “You have made this game very easy. First, there is your hair. Your sister’s is, as I have said, gold woven with silver and is as fine yet thick as the silk tassels that hang from the Elanor flower. Your hair has the same feel as hers and is of the same gold, yet lacks the silver strands in it. Your eyes are the same shape and colour of blue, yet yours are larger than hers and your lashes are black. Hers are brown. You share the same pale, luminous skin, but hers is finer. Yours is a bit rougher yet it suits the large muscles and tendons in your body that it covers. You both have dimples at the corners of your mouths, but you have them also in your cheeks where she does not –“. Celeborn’s voice trailed off.

Finrod let out a deep, shuddering breath and his voice wavered slightly as he said; “Now I have another question. You have answered some of it as I asked you first what our similarities were, but you gave me some differences along with those similarities. Now what are the differences, besides the ones you mentioned, that you have noticed between us?”

“Hmmm”, replied Celeborn with a smile, enjoying this game. “Besides the obvious differences in your appearance, there are the differences in your personalities. My wife can be very cold, yet she is kind. She is kind to others more than she is kind to me, but she is very generous and giving of herself to those who need her help. I admire that about her”. Celeborn then laughed. “I have just realized something”, he said. “You are much like that yourself, yet the difference is that you have always been kind to me and have never coldly dismissed me as she has done”.

Finrod gazed at him intently. “This game is over”, he said. “You have told me all I need to know”.

“I have?” Celeborn asked. “But there’s more”.

“Save it”, whispered Finrod, and leaning forward on top of Celeborn’s body, pressing his own chest lightly upon Celeborn’s while supporting himself on his well-muscled arms, he put his lips upon his brother-in-law’s and kissed him tenderly. The first kiss was long and lingering but soft and exploratory, as if he were trying to determine from Celeborn’s response whether he, too, felt the same attraction for Finrod as Finrod felt for him. He could not tell for certain, because Celeborn lay still, and while he was not unresponsive, Finrod felt that he was holding back from fully letting himself be drawn more passionately into Finrod’s caresses.

“Do you think that what we are doing is wrong? “ asked Finrod after breaking the kiss, as he raised himself up again on his hands while hovering over Celeborn.

“Of course it is wrong”, replied Celeborn, but not angrily. His face remained calm and impassive as if he were speaking philosophically. “I should be doing this with my wife, the one to whom I am wed, and not with her brother”.

“Ah”, said Finrod, “But there is another way of looking at this”. He rose and his towel came free and dropped to the floor. Celeborn could see that he had an erection, but Finrod stooped quickly to retrieve the towel and rewrap himself in it, and then padded to the door, which he then locked. Celeborn had felt his own cock harden and rise as he had looked upon Finrod’s. When Finrod turned back toward the bed, he saw Celeborn raise himself until he was half sitting up, and then reach down to throw aside his bathrobe. His arousal was huge, and it pointed, straight as an arrow, slightly angled back toward his body. The look on Celeborn’s beautiful face was one of great desire mixed with guilt. It was almost sad to see, Finrod thought.

“My sister is a very lucky woman”, whispered Finrod as he let his towel drop and approached the bed. “As I was going to say –“he continued, but Celeborn took his hand and pulled him down onto the bed again.

“Don’t talk”, he said. “Just kiss”.

Finrod obliged by taking Celeborn’s face between his hands and this time he kissed him hard, as if trying to bruise Celeborn’s full, fleshy lips with his own. Finrod inserted his tongue between Celeborn’s teeth and probed deeply, losing himself in the wintry taste of the cool, silvery Elf beneath him. Finrod’s thoughts as he lost himself in the moment were of fresh wintergreen and newly fallen snow. He could almost sense the gentle aroma of balsam fir as he finished the kiss and buried his face in the silvery hair. His hands caressed Celeborn’s slender neck, while he kissed his throat, then his chest, and wiggled his own body so that Celeborn’s arousal pressed into the front of his left thigh, and his cock pressed into Celeborn’s thigh. The two Elves were of equal height but Celeborn was much more slender and gracefully built.

Finrod smiled down at him with his bewitching dimples, and Celeborn gazed back at him in awe. “You are so like her”, he gasped. “So like, and yet not”.

Finrod laughed. “You have us both”, he said. “Two parts of a whole. You should be happy and not look so worried. From what you have told me, her emotions are no longer involved with yours. So you may, if you wish, have mine. By your leave, I offer them to you. It is not wrong, what we do”, he whispered. “I merely give you that which is missing in order to complete the whole”.

Celeborn was not sure he understood exactly what Finrod was saying, but the golden Elf’s words soothed him and made him relax.

“You have never before had relations like this with another neri, have you, melethron?” he asked in a whisper.

Celeborn shook his head. “No”.

“Are you frightened?” asked Finrod.

“Of you? No, Finrod, I – find you greatly desirable. You are strong and to feel your arms around me is to feel protected against all that hurts me”.

“That is what I will be to you then”, said Finrod tenderly into his ear as he kissed it. “The other side of the coin. The one side will hurt you and the other one will protect you from hurt, and nurture your body and your spirit”. He sank his head into Celeborn’s neck and kissed it. Then he moved his lips to Celeborn’s ear again and proceeded to nibble it lightly as he ran his hand down the length of his torso until it found and grasped Celeborn’s erection. He caressed it and his sac as he ran his tongue around the edge of Celeborn’s ear. The silver Elf moaned loudly as he held Finrod tightly about the shoulders, reveling in the warmth of the golden Elf’s embrace.

“Let me taste you”, said Finrod in a throaty whisper as he lowered himself down the length of Celeborn’s body, planting kisses along the satiny smooth skin until his lips found the tip of Celeborn’s erection. He licked away the bead of moisture there and then slid his lips down the shaft, while he squeezed the base between his first two fingers and pressed down the balls very gently with the palm of his hand. Celeborn groaned and writhed as Finrod sucked up and down, his tongue flicking along the shaft, while his hand alternately massaged and gently squeezed Celeborn’s balls until he wanted to scream.

“Shall I finish you?” asked Finrod, raising his head, his cheeks flushed.

“No! No! Let me do the same to you”, gasped Celeborn. “I am not a virgin. I can hold on”.

Finrod laughed and Celeborn lunged forward, grabbing Finrod’s face in his hands. “Those dimples of yours shall drive me mad”, he cried, and planted a devouring kiss upon Finrod’s curved lips. Then he kissed his dimples many times until Finrod’s body shook with laughter. “I could just eat you up”, declared Celeborn, wiping away saliva from his mouth.

“Please go ahead”, replied Finrod, lying back and putting his own hand around his thick cock as if presenting it to Celeborn as a gift. Celeborn pounced on it. He grabbed it and put his mouth around it roughly, his teeth grazing the tip.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so hard!” cried Finrod. “I should not feel your teeth. Go slowly at first, and then you can go more rapidly, but it should never be too hard. Can you take it all in your mouth?” he asked between gasps as Celeborn tried to comply.

“No, it’s too big”, said Celeborn, his voice muffled.

“Then grasp the base and steady it as you move your mouth and tongue up and down. Slowly at first, then faster”.

Celeborn stopped and looked up for a moment. “I don’t know how you can talk through all of this”, he said. “Because I surely couldn’t when you were doing the same to me”.

Finrod laughed. “It is not a problem for me”, he said. “I am sure I could talk through anything”.

Celeborn laughed too. Finrod sat up partway, reached out and stroked Celeborn’s chin. “That is the first time I’ve heard you laugh since we came into this room”, he said.

Celeborn smiled at him. “I love you”, he said suddenly.

“I love you too”, Finrod whispered and kissed him again.

“What should we do next?” asked Celeborn.

“Well, let’s first have some wine”, Finrod replied, “And then we’ll discuss what the next step should be. Since this is your first time, we’ll have to take it slowly. Do you know something that I just realized, melethron?” he asked.

“What is that, dear one?” asked Celeborn.

“You have not mentioned her name since we have come into this room”, Finrod replied.