Orchids in 'Lorien

Two Elves sat silently, side-by-side, contemplating what they had seen earlier. They watched the flames of a blazing fire, each holding a glass of wine in his hand. The younger of the two spoke first, “Haldir, have you ever had a maoverover?”

“Nay, I have not.”

“Are you wondering what it’s like?”

“Are you?” The older Elf raised his brows curiously at his brother.

“I cannot lie… I have not been able to stop thinking about it since I saw Orophin and Legolas together.”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Not with you!” Rúmil made a disgusted face.

“Why not?”

“It’s called incest, gwador. Besides, I am not attracted to you.”

“Why not?” Haldir sounded offended.

“Your nose is too big.”

The March Warden brought up a hand to feel his nose.

“Surely it does not make me unattractive…” Haldir waited a few moments, but, after receiving no response, decided to try and find out what was more to his brother’s taste. “So who do you consider good-looking?”

“I’ve never looked at other males that way before, but I guess Lord Celeborn looks kind of nice…”

Haldir laughed, “You have high standards.”

“Well if Orophin can have a Prince…”

The March Warden thought it over awhile, “I can see your point, though. Our Lord is strikingly handsome, even for one of our kin…” A loud knock came at the door, “And what could he possibly want at this late hour?” Haldir whined as he got up to answer the door.

“Please come in, my Lord.” Haldir bowed to a tall, elaborately dressed figure in the doorway. Celeborn stepped inside, his robe dragging along the floor behind him as he walked.

“I am sorry to disturb you so late, but I must ask a favor of you two.” He looked at each of the guards, and, when he was satisfied that he had their full attention, continued, “I must leave to go to Rivendell tomorrow, and I would require you to escort me. Are you willing?”

“Yes, my Lord,” replied the Guardians, simultaneously.

“Good. I know it’s very short notice… I would make it up to you. You can have anything you ask for in return.” It was a risky offer for a small deed, but Celeborn knew Haldir and Rúmil well enough to know that they wouldn’t ask for anything outrageous, if they asked for anything at all.

Hearing this, the brothers drew closer to the Elf Lord, both wearing feral smiles upon their faces. They circled around him like falcons hunting their prey. “ANYTHING?” the older of the two asked.

Celeborn grew slightly uncomfortable at his guardians’ strange behavior and unnecessary proximity.

“What is it that you want, Haldir?”

“We want you… your body,” the younger guard answered for his brother.

Celeborn shifted his gaze from one to the other, disbelieving what he had just heard; but Rúmil’s hands, feeling him up and down his sides and his body pressing against the Lord from behind were there to reaffirm that he had heard correctly. Celeborn closed his eyes and breathed deeply; he had not had a male lover since before he was bound to Galadriel.

“Anything?” Rúmil demanded.

“Anything.”

Grinning, Haldir stepped closer to Lord of the Wood until their bodies were touching. He brushed his lips lightly against Celeborn’s. The Elf Lord parted them just enough to allow Haldir’s tongue access. Rúmil moved his Lord’s hair from one side to the other and brought his lips to the soft skin of the other’s neck. Celeborn leaned his head back, letting his neck rest on Rúmil’s shoulder while his guards continued kissing him. He felt the youngest Elf’s hands draw back over his shoulders and heard his robe fall to the floor.

“Come,” whispered Rúmil in his ear, “lie down on the soft fur,” the guard gestured towards a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.

Celeborn did as he was asked, and Rúmil kneeled down beside him, engaging his lips in a gentle kiss while Haldir moved to unbutton the Lord’s tunic. When the smooth, toned torso was exposed the Guardian showered it with light kisses and his younger brother was quick to join. Soon Celeborn was breathing heavily, his back arching whenever a pair of lips discovered a sensitive spot. Rúmil’s tongue lapped at a nipple while Haldir turned his attention to the Lord’s boots and leggings.

“Let me take you on your fours..” Rúmil suggested, shyly and removed his own clothing while Celeborn assumed the requested position.

The Elf Lord cringed at the pain when the Guardian penetrated him without any preparation. He had just begun to stroke himself when Haldir lifted his face to present his lips with a swollen, leaking cock. Celeborn opened his mouth, allowing it inside.

Rúmil pushed impatiently in and out of the beautiful Elven body, the tightness and friction not allowing him to last very long. He groaned, feeling the impending orgasm.
Celeborn whimpered as the guard’s seed filled him, but the sounds were muffled by Haldir’s Elfhood.

Once Rúmil had pulled out, the Lord was asked to turn around and lay on his back. Haldir positioned himself in between lean, long legs. He placed one over his shoulder before impaling the Lord of Lórien upon his throbbing cock. Both Lord and Guardian cried out with satisfaction at the union.

A sated young Elf cautiously wrapped his mouth around Celeborn’s bobbing member, afraid of how it would taste. Discovering that it somesomewhat pleasant he began to suck the rod eagerly, swirling his tongue around it as he moved his lips up and down the shaft, faster and faster, matching the rhythm of Haldi’r thrusts. Celeborn could barely contain himself; the double assault on his body was too much to bear. He gripped Rúmil’s hair tightly and cried out with each thrust that pulled him deeper and deeper into that ocean called bliss.

Rúmil coughed when large amounts of cum hit the back of his throat in spurts. When Celeborn was done riding out his orgasm the guard reached for the hand that still clenched his hair. Soon Haldir collapsed onto the spent body beneath him and, and the three Elves fell asleep, not to wake until morning.