Isolation
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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
4,471
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 21
Part 21…
Elrond rose early, his curiosity compelling him to read the song Lindir had been writing the night before. Leaving his lover asleep amongst pillows and blankets, curled up like a content little kitten, he stretched and slipped into a loose fitting silk dressing robe and crossed the room. Reaching the table he seated himself in the same chair Lindir had occupied the night before and pulled the paper towards him, shaking his head at the messily scribbled words. For some reason he felt like a naughty child sneaking something that he wasn’t entitled to and glanced towards the bed to make sure his lover was still asleep. Finding Lindir to be slumbering peacefully with a plush pillow clutched to his chest Elrond once more focused on the paper in front of him, slowly absorbing the words written there.
Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, with it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory
Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Though we know we will never come again
When there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Oh! My!... Oh! Could he have actually moved Lindo wro write this romantic song of love? Was Lindir perhaps falling in love with him? Besieged by an emotion he could not put a name to he lay the paper back on the table and moved to stand by the window, pondering the hidden meaning of Lindirs song. A soft ‘mphing’ groan from the vicinity of the bed signaling Lindirs impending return to wakefulness spurred the elf Lord into motion and he quickly strode to the bathing chamber, for some reason unwilling to alert Lindir to the fact he had read the song, making sure to create enough noise to inform the minstrel as to his location. Upon returning to the bedroom Elrond immediately noticed three things; one the song had mysteriously disappeared from the table, two Lindir was dressed and three Lindir was licking left over chocolate mousse from his index finger. Feeling his stomach flip at the delicious memories that surfaced he moved towards the slender form reaching his side just as the hand was dipped a second time into the dessert and snatched the wrist enroute to Lindirs mouth. Redirecting the chocolate covered finger he brought it to his own lips, sucking and licking until all traces of the rich pudding was removed and Lindir was wide eyed and breathless.
“I believe breakfast is being served in the main dinning hall and would be a much healthier choice than leftover pudding.” Placing one last kiss on Lindirs finger tip he released the captured hand and kissed the parted lips instead. When he pulled back Lindir smiled and blushed, backing slowly away towards the door.
“I suppose I should... be on my way then… I have to... change…” Hand on the door he bite his bottom lip anxiously. “Will… will I see you later?”
A half smile curving upwards Elrond nodded. “Tonight at dinner and perhaps you could per you your new song, the one you wrote last night.”
Lindir turned the color of a tomato. All the times the young elf had blushed over the last two days did not even rate as blushes compared to the sudden red shade that now stained the minstrels’ cheeks. Stammers that sounded to be on the verge of hyperventilation spilled forth before a spluttered “maybe” burst out and Lindir disappeared from the doorway, the sound onninnning feet against stone quickly fading away.
Shaking his head at the sudden departure Elrond busied himself with getting ready for the day, looking forward to the evening meal and the anticipated entertainment to be performed by Lindir, both the public and private show.
Glorfindel could not believe his good fortune. Not only had he spent a passionate night making love in a secluded glade beneath the stars and moon but the recipient of his caresses and the holder of his heart was currently curled up in his arms sleeping tranquilly, breath puffing against his bare skin and soft purring noises drifting up now and again. Running his hand through tangled raven black hair he smiled at the grunt and burrowing motion the action produced. Having made love twice more before crawling into their solitary bedroll it came as no surprise that Erestor was not overly keen about waking up this fine morning… or that is to say all but one part of him wasn’t keen on waking up. An insistent morning erection was more than wide awake and yearning for a little of the Balrog slayers attention. Smiling quite evilly Glorfindel rubbed the hand that was not currently entrapped by a tangled mass of hair across a bare hip before wrapping it firmly around the silken smooth hardness between Erestors legs, fully stroking the length from base to tip several times. The angling of hips and increased rate of breathing was the only indication Erestor gave to being awake, content to let Glorfindel have his wicked way and simply bask in the sinful pleasures. Glorfindel felt warmth coat his hand as Erestor gave a grunt and muffled cry, spilling himself against the warm form holding him.
With a happy chuckle Glorfindel placed a tender kiss on Erestors forehead.
“Morning love, happy to see me are you?”
A disgruntled “I hate”, w”, was muttered into his shoulder but the barb lacked heat and Glorfindel chortled mirthfully.
“Hate me do you? Funny I was under the impression that you found me irresistible and were madly in love with me.”
“You must be hallucinating.” Lolling his head back Erestor placed a sweet kiss on his lovers’ lips. “I can’t stand you.” As a direct codictdiction a warm hand curled around Glorfindels own hardness, and with sure strokes brought the blonde to a quick orgasm. Smiling lazily at each other they tangled their semen coated hands, mixing their essences, before dragging themselves from the cocoon of warmth and love to wander to the river to cleanse the sticky mess from sweaty skin, teasing each other as they went.
TBC…
Elrond rose early, his curiosity compelling him to read the song Lindir had been writing the night before. Leaving his lover asleep amongst pillows and blankets, curled up like a content little kitten, he stretched and slipped into a loose fitting silk dressing robe and crossed the room. Reaching the table he seated himself in the same chair Lindir had occupied the night before and pulled the paper towards him, shaking his head at the messily scribbled words. For some reason he felt like a naughty child sneaking something that he wasn’t entitled to and glanced towards the bed to make sure his lover was still asleep. Finding Lindir to be slumbering peacefully with a plush pillow clutched to his chest Elrond once more focused on the paper in front of him, slowly absorbing the words written there.
Moon so bright, night so fine
Keep your heart here with mine
Life's a dream we are dreaming
Race the moon, catch the wind
Ride the night to the end
Seize the day, stand up for the light
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
Heroes rise, heroes fall
Rise again, with it all
In your heart, can't you feel the glory
Through our joy, through our pain
We can move worlds again
Take my hand, dance with me
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Though we know we will never come again
When there is love, life begins
Over and over again
Save the night, save the day
Save the love, come what may
Love is worth everything we pay
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I want to spend my lifetime loving you
If that is all in life I ever do
I will want nothing else to see me through
If I can spend my lifetime loving you
Oh! My!... Oh! Could he have actually moved Lindo wro write this romantic song of love? Was Lindir perhaps falling in love with him? Besieged by an emotion he could not put a name to he lay the paper back on the table and moved to stand by the window, pondering the hidden meaning of Lindirs song. A soft ‘mphing’ groan from the vicinity of the bed signaling Lindirs impending return to wakefulness spurred the elf Lord into motion and he quickly strode to the bathing chamber, for some reason unwilling to alert Lindir to the fact he had read the song, making sure to create enough noise to inform the minstrel as to his location. Upon returning to the bedroom Elrond immediately noticed three things; one the song had mysteriously disappeared from the table, two Lindir was dressed and three Lindir was licking left over chocolate mousse from his index finger. Feeling his stomach flip at the delicious memories that surfaced he moved towards the slender form reaching his side just as the hand was dipped a second time into the dessert and snatched the wrist enroute to Lindirs mouth. Redirecting the chocolate covered finger he brought it to his own lips, sucking and licking until all traces of the rich pudding was removed and Lindir was wide eyed and breathless.
“I believe breakfast is being served in the main dinning hall and would be a much healthier choice than leftover pudding.” Placing one last kiss on Lindirs finger tip he released the captured hand and kissed the parted lips instead. When he pulled back Lindir smiled and blushed, backing slowly away towards the door.
“I suppose I should... be on my way then… I have to... change…” Hand on the door he bite his bottom lip anxiously. “Will… will I see you later?”
A half smile curving upwards Elrond nodded. “Tonight at dinner and perhaps you could per you your new song, the one you wrote last night.”
Lindir turned the color of a tomato. All the times the young elf had blushed over the last two days did not even rate as blushes compared to the sudden red shade that now stained the minstrels’ cheeks. Stammers that sounded to be on the verge of hyperventilation spilled forth before a spluttered “maybe” burst out and Lindir disappeared from the doorway, the sound onninnning feet against stone quickly fading away.
Shaking his head at the sudden departure Elrond busied himself with getting ready for the day, looking forward to the evening meal and the anticipated entertainment to be performed by Lindir, both the public and private show.
Glorfindel could not believe his good fortune. Not only had he spent a passionate night making love in a secluded glade beneath the stars and moon but the recipient of his caresses and the holder of his heart was currently curled up in his arms sleeping tranquilly, breath puffing against his bare skin and soft purring noises drifting up now and again. Running his hand through tangled raven black hair he smiled at the grunt and burrowing motion the action produced. Having made love twice more before crawling into their solitary bedroll it came as no surprise that Erestor was not overly keen about waking up this fine morning… or that is to say all but one part of him wasn’t keen on waking up. An insistent morning erection was more than wide awake and yearning for a little of the Balrog slayers attention. Smiling quite evilly Glorfindel rubbed the hand that was not currently entrapped by a tangled mass of hair across a bare hip before wrapping it firmly around the silken smooth hardness between Erestors legs, fully stroking the length from base to tip several times. The angling of hips and increased rate of breathing was the only indication Erestor gave to being awake, content to let Glorfindel have his wicked way and simply bask in the sinful pleasures. Glorfindel felt warmth coat his hand as Erestor gave a grunt and muffled cry, spilling himself against the warm form holding him.
With a happy chuckle Glorfindel placed a tender kiss on Erestors forehead.
“Morning love, happy to see me are you?”
A disgruntled “I hate”, w”, was muttered into his shoulder but the barb lacked heat and Glorfindel chortled mirthfully.
“Hate me do you? Funny I was under the impression that you found me irresistible and were madly in love with me.”
“You must be hallucinating.” Lolling his head back Erestor placed a sweet kiss on his lovers’ lips. “I can’t stand you.” As a direct codictdiction a warm hand curled around Glorfindels own hardness, and with sure strokes brought the blonde to a quick orgasm. Smiling lazily at each other they tangled their semen coated hands, mixing their essences, before dragging themselves from the cocoon of warmth and love to wander to the river to cleanse the sticky mess from sweaty skin, teasing each other as they went.
TBC…