Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (27/28)
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 27/28


Elrond entered the main dining hall and as the laughter of the Mirkwood Elves echoed throughout the chamber, he sighed heavily and with some irritation at the mirthful mood every elf in Imladris appeared to be in this morning. The pain of Arwen’s anger had darkened his mood and his sons’ teasing had left him with a desire for his lover. He felt much better as soon as their eyes met and Thranduil greeted him with the smile that was reserved for Elrond alone. He quickly crossed the chamber to the table where Thranduil was sitting with arms extended in a wordless invitation for an embrace that was eagerly accepted.

“I need you,” Elrond whispered, relaxing slightly against the firm body as he felt Thranduil’s soft kisses on his brow.

“I am here always. I take it your talk did not go well?” the king surmised, leaning back a little and tilting Elrond’s head upwards with a gentle finger beneath his chin so that he could kiss his lover’s lips.

“It was not as bad as I feared, but I do not wish to discuss the subject in public,” Elrond said, reminding Thranduil that many eyes were watching them curiously. They had long overcome their reluctance to openly display affection towards one another, but Elrond’s current emotional turmoil was a private matter. Thranduil nodded his understanding, and hand in hand they left the dining hall and returned to their chamber.

As soon as the door was closed, Elrond began an almost frenzied assault on Thranduil’s lips as he pushed his willing lover back towards the bed. For several delicious minutes they allowed their passion to engulf them until finally the need for air forced them apart. Taking Elrond in his arms, Thranduil held him close and whispered breathlessly into his ear.

“Tell me what happened.”

Always efficient with words when required, Elrond quickly described the reactions his announcement had provoked. Thranduil was concerned with Arwen’s attitude, which he admitted was much he had suspected it might be, but he could not help but laugh at the teasing Elrond endured from his sons.

“They are both incorrigible and so are you,” Elrond muttered, his poorly feigned annoyance eliciting a snort of amusement from Thranduil who easily sensed his lover had at least temporarily finished discussing his children in favour of a more pleasurable pursuit.

“One of the many reasons you love me, no doubt, as is this,” he replied, grinning smugly as Elrond whimpered and arched into the strong grip that suddenly enveloped his fully aroused cock.

“Aye, your talented hands are certainly one of your more attractive qualities,” the writhing lord agreed huskily, his thrusts matching the rhythm of the strokes up and down his heated flesh.

“Ai, as is your tongue,” he moaned as fingers were replaced by a warm moistness licking his length.

“By the Valar, and your mouth,” he gasped as he was swallowed deep into his lover’s mouth only to be undone as soon as he felt the touch of teeth raking softly along his hardness.

“And your delicious taste is one of the reasons I love you,” Thranduil said, licking a stray droplet from his lips after releasing Elrond from his mouth once his orgasm had subsided. “Are you feeling better, now?” he asked needlessly, receiving a searing kiss in reply.

“Aye, but I would feel even better if you made love with me,” Elrond said as he reached for the oil, pouring some into Thranduil’s hand before he guided it towards the tight opening between his spread legs.

As he was being prepared to be entered, Elrond began slowly coating his lover’s rigid member, whispering sweet nonsense that was punctuated with long passionate kisses. No words of permission or readiness were needed between two who were so much a part of each other and they were soon moving as one in the act of tender yet passionate intimacy that culminated in mutual pleasure and cries of ecstasy as release was found in the harmony of their heart’s song.


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It was several minutes after Elrond’s silent departure before his absence was noted by his sons who had remained siting in the armchairs, their backs to the door.

“Elladan, Adar is no longer here. Do you think we may have taken the teasing a little too far?” Elrohir asked after looking around the dining chamber and finding Elrond nowhere in sight after wrongly assuming that he had returned to the table to finish his meal.

“He looked more than a little embarrassed so I hope we did not hurt his feelings,” Elladan replied uncertainly, thinking that was exactly what had happened.

“We must have. Should go and look for him and apologise?” Elrohir asked as he made his way to the open door only to find his way was barred by two very dishevelled Elves who looked as if they had spent the night outdoors, which they had indeed, having fallen asleep in the gardens after some lusty lovemaking beneath the stars.

“I do not think he would appreciate that at present,” Glorfindel said as he strolled into the chamber and helped himself to some tea, thoughtfully pouring Erestor a cup as well.

“Why not? Is he with his lover?” Elladan asked, his forthright question catching his elders off guard. “Aye, he told us,” he affirmed when Glorfindel raised his eyebrow in silent query.

“I imagine that came as quite a shock to you, as it did to us all,” Erestor informed them with obvious affection in the voice he used when speaking to the ones he loved as sons.

“You did not know?” Elrohir asked, his eyes wide with astonishment when Erestor’s comment finally registered. Nothing happened in Imladris without the wily advisor’s knowledge, or so he had always believed.

“Nay, not until the day Thranduil arrived here, much to my beloved’s disgust,” Glorfindel replied for Erestor who shot him a look that warned of revenge and which earned him a kiss from his playful lover.

“How did you react to the news?” Erestor asked Elladan, speaking seriously yet managing to enjoy the warm touch of Glorfindel’s fingers on his neck.

“We were overwhelmed at first and neither of us is certain how we feel at the moment, but no matter what we decide, we have agreed not to spoil Adar’s happiness. Arwen on the other hand is very upset and refuses to accept the situation,” Elladan explained.

“She and Celebrían were very close and she misses her Nana very much,” Erestor commented.

“No more than Elladan and I do,” Elrohir protested.

“I did not mean to imply that was the case, I was simply pointing out why she might feel hurt and angry,” Erestor said, placating the younger twin with his words and a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Aye she certainly left in a rage but hopefully our grandmother has calmed her down by now,” Elladan added.

“That is comforting to hear, and in answer to your question, aye, Elrond is with Thranduil. We were just passing the main dining hall and stopped to speak with Legolas who informed us that your adars had left to discuss something in private,” Erestor replied distractedly as he watched Glorfindel select a ripe peach from the basket on the table. His lover took a large bite of the juicy flesh before claiming the advisor’s lips and sharing the sweet tasting fruit. Erestor returned the favour in kind and soon they were lost in what could be called nothing other than seduction.

“Speaking of privacy, if you will excuse us, Erestor and I need to bathe and have other business to attend to, but we shall join you in the dining hall for the noon meal,” Glorfindel said as he wrapped an arm around Erestor’s waist and led him from the chamber.

“Are those two never satisfied? Do they ever stop?” Elladan enquired, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he watched the lovers pause in the doorway for another kiss.

“Only when Glorfindel is away I expect,” Elrohir answered absently as he poured them both some more wine. “Elladan, has it occurred to you that we are overlooking one important detail in regards to Adar?”

“What do you mean?” Elladan asked, unable as yet to fathom what was on Elrohir’s mind.

“I think we should have a word or two with our secretive Mirkwood friend,” Elrohir replied in a decidedly less than friendly manner. “Legolas must have known about this situation for some time yet said nothing.”

“And you are understandably curious as to why he did not share the information that we surely had a right to know,” Elladan said, completing his brother’s thoughts and voicing his unspoken anger at their friend.

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As expected, Legolas was to be found at the archery range, but rather than practicing, he was sitting beneath one of the nearby trees, speaking with Haldir. He had delivered a letter to the march warden and had just finished telling him a tale about Perion when they were joined by Elladan and Elrohir. After exchanging greetings, and sensing that the twins wished to speak with Legolas alone, Haldir took his leave, eager to read the missive from his lover.

“How long have you known that our adars were in love?” Elladan asked coming straight to the point while making certain Legolas heard the displeasure in his tone of voice.

“Perion told me about the Midsummer dance when he returned to Mirkwood,” Legolas replied as if that was explanation enough. In truth he had no intention of revealing details about his Adar’s intimate moments that he had occasionally inadvertently witnessed. He would never tell of the times late at night that he heard the moans of need and Elrond’s name whispered with love as Thranduil pleasured himself with his own hand.

“We heard nothing of that, what happened?” Elladan asked, more determined than ever to find out what Legolas was not saying.

“After the traditional dance, in which our adars participated, Elrond announced that he and Adar had been lovers for many centuries,” Legolas replied knowing there was more to it than that, as did Elrohir.

“Do you mean that erotic one that was more like lovemaking than dancing? The one that you and your lover performed at the Midsummer feast in Mirkwood?” Elrohir asked. Like most of the onlookers, both he and Elladan had become highly aroused as they watched the warrior’s dance.

“Aye, according to Perion they chose to dance as lovers rather than warriors, and finished the dance in the same manner as my beloved and I did,” Legolas admitted, blushing slightly as he recalled the exquisite release he and his captain had experienced that night, in front of all who cared to watch.

“Adar would never behave in such an unseemly fashion,” Elladan declared confidently, refusing to believe what he had just heard.

“Haldir or even Lord Celeborn will attest to the truth in my words,” Legolas replied with a hint of anger that diminished rapidly when Elrohir spoke.

“I wish I had been here to see Adar lost in the throes of passion with his lover, it sounds so romantic,” sighed the younger twin. “Why did you not tell us sooner?”

“Perion and his warriors were under instructions to keep their silence so that we would hear the news from our own adars. When I realised our Steward was hiding something from me, I am afraid I took advantage of the fact that his tongue is easily loosened by wine and soon learned the truth. I did not tell you two or Arwen because I believed it was Elrond’s right to do so and because I did not wish my dear Perion to unfairly earn Adar’s wrath.”

“Well at least there was honour in your silence but I fear that Arwen will be even less inclined to accept Adar’s lover when she hears of this,” Elladan said with a regretful sigh.

“That will cause both Elrond and Adar pain that will fortunately be lessened somewhat by your acceptance and happiness for them, if that is what you are offering?” Legolas asked with some trepidation.

“Aye, as you say, we only want Adar to be happy,” Elrohir replied with a smile.

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“I think every Elf in Imladris has decided to partake of the noon meal,” Elrond whispered to Thranduil who looked around the large hall and nodded his agreement.

“Aye, there is not a vacant seat at any table. I suppose that curiosity over the reactions of our offspring has more to do with the increased attendance, rather than an appreciation of the fine food your cooks prepare,” he said with a long suffering sigh.

“Did you expect anything else from this nosey lot?” Glorfindel asked rather more loudly than necessary.

“Mind your manners Glorfindel!” Erestor warned as he lightly slapped his lover’s arm.

“Feeling a little playful again are we, love? Have you a few spare moments after we finish here?” was the seneschal’s reply. Erestor rolled his eyes and chose to ignore the seductive wink, instead nodding a greeting to Elladan and Elrohir who smiled warmly as they took their places either side of Elrond and Thranduil.

Legolas was only a few steps behind, but before he sat down, he strode to the head of the table and greeted Thranduil in his usual manner with a chaste kiss. In an act that was both sincere and meant to dispel any doubts as to his feeling about the lovers, he then bestowed a similar kiss on Elrond’s cheek as he had done during his early morning visit.
The happily smiling couple exchanged a brief kiss, causing Elladan and Elrohir to groan loudly.

“They are as bad as Erestor and Glorfindel,” Elladan whispered to his brother. However, since he had to lean in front of his Adar and Thranduil to do so, his remark was easily heard by both.

“And just as insatiable, are we not my love?” Thranduil asked Elrond who replied by lightly nipping the sensitive tip of his lover’s ear.

“I am pleased to see that my grandsons and my young kinsman have accepted your relationship with the maturity of their years,” Celeborn said, smiling at the affectionate teasing.

“I only wish Arwen felt the same,” Elrond replied, his own smile fading as he recalled his daughter’s harsh words and unforgiving attitude that even Galadriel had not been able to change. Arwen was even more stubborn than Celebrían had been, to Elrond’s way of thinking.

The Lady had spoken at length with Arwen, pointing out that even Celebrían had believed that Thranduil had every right to claim Elrond’s love, that if anyone should feel betrayed it was the Mirkwood King and Elrond, since both had taken wives although they were already bonded.

Arwen had refused to accept this argument, just as she refused to listen when Galadriel bluntly stated that no child had the right to dictate to, or judge her parent’s private lives. Instead she had asked permission to stay in Lothlorien where her memories of Celebrían were still very much alive. Elrond had sought the comfort of Thranduil’s arms after reluctantly agreeing to his daughter’s request.

Nonetheless his heart was heavy as he realised that even now the two women were packing for the long journey ahead.