Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (20/?)
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 20/?

“We will be there, although I doubt anything could be as tasty as a honey covered Peredhel,” Thranduil, who was continuing to undress, called after the departing figures. Erestor and Glorfindel laughed heartily as the king was playfully swatted on his now naked behind by his blushing lover and Elrond’s words of reprimand were silenced by Thranduil’s hungry lips.

“Unless it is an exotically beautiful advisor,” Glorfindel said to Erestor as they stopped momentarily to exchange a passionate kiss of their own.

“Thank you, my friends, we appreciate you gestures of support more than you can know,” Elrond added recalling he had not thanked them for the changes this chambers. They replied with a smile and a wave as they departed for the dining hall.

The glitter of early morning sunlight reflecting from the surface of the pool only served to make the water seem more enticing to the two remaining lovers. It was both cool and refreshing but did nothing to reduce the heat of the ardour between Thranduil and Elrond as they bathed each other’s bodies with scented soap and feathery kisses.

“Now that the magic of midsummer’s night has passed, I wonder at the reception that awaits us in the bright light of day, especially from Galadriel and Celeborn,” Thranduil mused with a wry smile as he lay back in the shallows and allowed Elrond to wash his hair, sighing with pleasure as fingers massaged his scalp before combing the tangle out of the hip length tresses of gold.

“Surely you do not fear facing the disapproval of the lord and lady, my brave warrior king? After all, it was Galadriel who insisted we openly declare our love,” Elrond said, his tone light and teasing as he used one finger to turn Thranduil’s face to the side and softly kissed his cheek..

“I know, and ‘tis not her I fear. My memories of the pain we endured last time we attempted to gain acceptance make me uneasy. I do not wish to have our second chance at happiness destroyed by unkind words and poor regard. I have missed you so much over the years when we could not be together that now that we can love each other openly, my heart would not survive being forced back into secrecy,” Thranduil said with such melancholy that Elrond felt the need to enfold him in a comforting embrace.

“Nor will mine, but it will not come to that for I too have longed for this day, and I will not let you go again. We are both older, wiser and aye, if the truth be spoken, even selfish enough to realise that regardless of the reactions from those in that hall, or what our children might say or think, it is time we tended to our own needs, our own happiness first. I am honoured and proud to proclaim you as my beloved, as the one who completes me, my soul mate, my lover,” Elrond said as he gazed into eyes that glittered and darkened with as much love and desire as his own.

“I love you,” Thranduil whispered, emphasising his heart achingly tender words with a searing kiss that left them both breathless and hard despite the coolness of the water. “Come, let us hurry back to the house and join the others before I am tempted to sate a hunger of a different kind.”

“The food can wait, I want to make love with you,” Elrond replied demandingly, his voice husky with the desire that darkened his eyes and hardened his cock. Thranduil glanced at his own needy shaft and wordlessly pulled his damp and glistening lover to the ground, their sighs and moans providing the sweet music for the erotic and pleasurable dance of lovers.


It was almost an hour later before they made their way to the dining hall and the noon meal that was already well underway, the bell signalling the start having long since tolled.

As they approached the closed doors, a slight pull on the hand that held Thranduil’s in a firm but tender grip forced Elrond to either release his hold or stop walking. He decided on the latter and turned to see what had caused his lover to halt and raised an eyebrow at the look of uncertainty on the King’s face. Instinctively knowing reassurance was required, he kissed Thranduil tenderly as he reached for the handle and opened the doors wide enough so that he and his lover could enter together.

Following Elrond’s example, Thranduil draped his arm about his beloved’s waist shifting it slightly downwards to allow his hand to suggestively caress Elrond’s hip as his lover did his own, both thus staking their claim and their love in no uncertain terms.

“It took you two long enough to arrive, but I see why,” Erestor said, his eyes glittering with amusement as they fixed on the dark bruise on Elrond’s neck.

“They are positively insatiable although one would think elves of their age and station would have more self control,” Glorfindel sighed with mock exasperation and in a fair imitation of one of the many times Elrond had uttered the same complaint about his advisor and seneschal. His words elicited titters of laughter from those around the room, Erestor and Celeborn included, who recognised the seneschal’s jest.

Elrond’s half hearted glare of annoyance was offset by Thranduil’s barely suppressed mirth and deciding to ignore what was likely only the first of many teasing words, the lord and the king took their seats, both inclining their heads to Celeborn and Galadriel. Their greeting was acknowledged with a knowing smirk from the lord and, to the surprise and relief of both Elrond and Thranduil, by the silent message of approval that accompanied the kiss bestowed on each of their cheeks by the lady.

“I hope my behaviour last night did not offend you, but I regret not one moment of the dance or of what followed,” Elrond said, speaking softly and for Galadriel’s ears alone.

“I admit to being surprised at such an uninhibited display of wantonness from you, as I am sure many others were, but no offence was taken. The warrior’s dance is often lustful when lovers are involved in its execution, and there is no better way to celebrate midsummer than with a declaration of love,” she replied fondly, not really looking at Elrond but instead smiling secretively as she caught the gleam of desire in Celeborn’s eye. Glorfindel overheard the remark and moved closer to Erestor to share a private observation.

“Take a look around us, there was plenty of that kind of celebration last night. I have never seen such a lethargic group of elves obviously exhausted from overindulgence of one kind or another,” Glorfindel whispered into Erestor’s ear, licking it just for the pleasure of seeing his lover squirm a little at his touch. A soft sigh escaped the advisor’s lips as he savoured the brief contact.

“Nor have I seen so many with poorly concealed marks of passion on their persons. At least your bed partner has the sense to leave bruises where no one can see them,” Erestor replied, rubbing a finger over the soft fabric of his lover’s shirt that covered one of the nipples that was surrounded by teeth marks to emphasise his point. The seneschal moaned and grasped the teasing hand with his own lifting it so that he could place a loving kiss on the sensitive wrist.

“You are so much more to me than a very lusty and desirable bed partner, Erestor my love, you are my life.”

“As you are mine, my beloved Glorfindel,” Erestor replied, his eyes misty with tears of joy.

Elrond and Thranduil watched the slow seduction with as much fascination as everyone else in the hall, and none were surprised when the two wordlessly rose from their seats as if by some unseen command.

“I am required on patrol tomorrow, so if you will excuse us,” Glorfindel said as he and Erestor bowed politely to the lord and lady, offering no other words of explanation as they left dining hall.

Inspired by the love and devotion that was obvious in his friends’ every word, look or touch, Elrond was compelled to reach for Thranduil; and caressed his beautiful face before moving his hand to the back of his neck and drawing him forward to claim his lips, ignoring the presence of everyone else in a sweet moment of unreserved passion.

“If this is how good such simple gestures make them feel, then it is no surprise Glorfindel and Erestor can not keep their hands and lips off each other,” Thranduil exclaimed in wonder when the kiss ended. Never before had he felt his heart so filled with love of the most deep and pure kind, nor had his body been so deliciously aware of his lover’s closeness other than when they made love.

“Aye, this freedom to show our love brings with it a new found closeness that I will never willingly give up,” Elrond declared as he entwined his fingers with Thranduil’s and restraining himself from drawing his lover into his lap as he suddenly wished to do, he moved as close as their chairs would allow.

“So when do you plan to tell the young ones? Celeborn’s soft voice interrupted the moment.

“I will send a messenger to Mirkwood within the next few days and tell them to await our arrival,” Elrond said, looking to Thranduil for affirmation of the plan they had already discussed.

“I think it might be better if you were to ask Legolas to come here,” Celeborn said, unafraid to speak his mind.

“Why is that?” Thranduil asked, frowning.

“It will give you two more time to become accustomed to your new situation and to prepare yourselves for the discussion that I sense will surely follow your revelation,” Galadriel said, answering for her husband who nodded his agreement with her words.

“And we will be here to help ease any tension that may arise,” Celeborn added.

“Have you seen something I have not, Galadriel?” Elrond asked with concern.

“Nay, we are just offering a different kind of support than that of Erestor and Glorfindel, should you or my grandchildren need it,” the lady replied with a reassuring smile.

“Which we gratefully accept,” said Thranduil taking the lead and speaking for them both. “I will ask Perion to return home with the message and to take charge in Legolas’s and my absence.”

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Contrary to what most had been thinking, the lovers had decided not to go to their chamber and ravish each other, although they would likely do so later that night. For the moment they simply wanted to spend some time together.

“Will you be gone long?” Erestor asked as he and Glorfindel walked arm in arm in the gardens until they reached a secluded spot where they now lay side by sides on the soft grass.

“It is only a routine patrol but it will last a few days,” Glorfindel answered as he picked a few violets from the garden bed near his head and braided them into Erestor’s hair, inhaling the sweet fragrance as he kissed each one. Suddenly Erestor’s eyes lit with anticipation as an idea occurred.

“May I accompany you? It is far too long since I was away from Imladris, and I could do with a few days being a warrior rather than a scribe,” Erestor explained, the unusual request startling Glorfindel who was well aware of his lover’s past as a warrior in Gil-galad’s army. He and Erestor even sparred regularly, often ending their matches by exchanging their steel swords for the velvet covered shafts that resulted from such an arousing pastime.

“If you promise not to distract me, and to obey my commands without question, and ignore the bawdy teasing my men will likely subject us to, I would be delighted to have your company,” Glorfindel replied after giving the matter due consideration, his delight at the plan obvious in the brilliant smile he offered his lover.

“Of course, my captain, you have my word that I will obey your military commands, and I doubt your men can say anything about us that I have not heard many times before, but as for distracting you… all I can promise is that I will not do so intentionally,” the astute advisor in Erestor replied. Glorfindel laughed merrily.

“And what of my non military commands?”

“That would depend on what they are, and how much privacy we have,” Erestor replied with a suggestive wink that earned him a thorough ravaging of his lips and mouth.

“Or how daring you are, my love,” Glorfindel replied with a wicked grin that warned his lover he had something specific mind about which Erestor had the sense not to enquire further for the moment. He adored these quiet, unhurried and undemanding times with Glorfindel.

“So what do you think of the future of Perion’s interest in the march warden?” Erestor asked.

Glorfindel smiled and accepted the deliberate change of conversation back to something less provocative, content to while away the afternoon enjoying the companionship of the one who was not only his lover, but his best friend as well.
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