SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT

Author's Note: 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.


“I did not realize that you were a virgin”, said Finrod.

“I am not a virgin!” exclaimed Celeborn, raising his eyebrows.

Finrod laughed. They had both drunk an excessive amount of wine, before and after they had left the bath house and had retired to Finrod’s bedroom in the King’s wing in the royal house in Menegroth. Celeborn was lying on his side on Finrod’s bed, a wine glass balanced precariously on top of his hip bone. It was half full, and every time that it began to slip or lean he would deftly remove it, take a sip and then replace it. Finrod found this to be an enchanting process to watch.

“I meant virgin in the sense that you have never had a romantic liaison with a male”, Finrod replied. He was sitting opposite the bed in a comfortable chair, leaning against a pair of sensuous silk cushions. His legs were spread, the hard muscles of his thighs stretched and displaying his legs to their best advantage, his impressive genitalia resting on the silk upholstery. The sensation of the smooth silk upon his naked flesh was enough by itself to arouse him, but the sight of the elegantly nude Celeborn doing his balancing act with the wine glass on his bed was causing Finrod to feel very pleasantly aroused in a languid sort of way. He wanted to take his time with Celeborn. Such an exquisite creature was worth spending time with and Finrod had as much time as he liked. He could stay away from home for an extended vacation if he wanted. Nargothrond was full of able people who could run it in his absence. In fact, Nargothrond could practically run itself.

“Now what do you think that two naked Elves should do to each other when they are alone together as we are and have the whole night before us?” asked Finrod.

“I have often wondered”, replied Celeborn.

“Have you ever watched any others?” asked Finrod.

Celeborn blushed an attractive shade of pink. “I do not wish to lie to you”, he said. “But I am rather ashamed that I must say ‘yes’”.

“Why should you be ashamed? Did you spy on two lovers without their knowledge? How? Who were they?”

“I do not know their names. They were two soldiers – warriors – in a room near one of the equipment rooms in the armory. I went there to return a sword I had borrowed for practice and opened the wrong door by mistake”.

“What did you see?” asked Finrod, sitting upright and quite interested.

“Two Elf warriors – one dark, the other fair - both heavily muscled. One was lying across a table on his back and the other was holding the fair one’s legs up over his shoulders while he stroked his shaft with one hand and – it looked as if he was having coitus with him. He was pumping very quickly and his face and chest were perspiring. The fair one lying on the table was moaning and wailing and making so much noise that neither of them heard me, so I closed the door carefully behind me and left the area as quickly as possible”.

Celeborn paused to pick up his wine glass and take another sip. He was becoming erect as he recalled what he had seen and he rolled onto his back, placing the wine glass upon his flat stomach just below his navel.

Finrod had become aroused by the story as well, and he moved from his chair to the bed in one fluid, cat-like motion. He lifted the glass from Celeborn’s stomach and drained it. Then he put his hand where the glass had been and ran a finger along Celeborn’s hard shaft. A soft moan escaped from Celeborn’s lips.

“How did seeing that make you feel at the time?” asked Finrod as he stroked Celeborn gently.

“At first I was shocked, but then I realized I was aroused too”, said the silver-haired Elf between gasps at Finrod’s skilled touch. “For the next several weeks I kept thinking about them and wondered what it would feel like having that done to me”.

Finrod moved to lie next to Celeborn and kissed him. He ran his hand down Celeborn’s smooth chest and stomach, hip and thigh. “I would like to do that to you”, he whispered into Celeborn’s ear, “But I am afraid I might hurt you the first time. Perhaps it would be better if I let you do it to me first. This tool of yours is the perfect size and shape for penetration”, he said as he fondled the long, slender shaft of his friend and caressed the tapered tip. “I am afraid that my own blunt tool is not the right shape or size to do that without hurting the recipient – especially if it is his first time”, he said, holding his own member, slightly shorter but thicker than Celeborn’s, and with a blunter tip.

“Mmmm”, said Celeborn, kissing Finrod back and fingering his blunt tool. “I would love to feel that inside me. But I will be intrigued to learn how to give you pleasure, my lovely Finrod”.

The two Elves kissed tenderly and reveled in the sensation of holding each other and rolling around on the bed in each other’s arms for a while. Then Finrod said, “All right, let us begin”. He reached out and opened a drawer in his nightstand, taking out a small vial.

“Is that oil?” Celeborn asked.

“Of course”, Finrod replied. He began to apply some to Celeborn’s erection. “Here. Put some on your fingers as well”. Celeborn did so.

Then Finrod knelt on the bed and turned his back to Celeborn. “Now, place your fingers on my buttocks and massage them with the oil”.

“Mmmmm”, Celeborn murmured. “Your bottom is divine. Those dimples are very alluring”. He bent forward and kissed Finrod’s buttocks, squeezing the hard, sculpted cheeks with his hands and alternately licking the oil off of them. He thought he would try to be daring and flicked his tongue into Finrod’s crevice, making him moan and writhe with pleasure. “That’s it”, Finrod gasped. “Beautiful. Keep doing that”.

After a few moments of being licked and squeezed, Finrod then managed to say, “Now insert your fingers into my opening. Two of them to start with”. He was panting, his breath coming in short gasps. He bent over so that he was on all fours on the bed, while Celeborn knelt behind him. Celeborn inserted the fingers as Finrod had asked. “Now move them around, but gently”, he said breathlessly.

Celeborn complied and Finrod sighed and moaned with ecstasy. “Now try three fingers”, he gasped. Celeborn inserted another one and curved all three of them while moving them around carefully, feeling the area. Finrod groaned with delight and grasped his own member, which was throbbing and dripping its moisture onto the coverlet. “Now”, he moaned. “Are you hard?”

“Oh yes”, laughed Celeborn. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before. You are the most – “

“Now! Enter me now! Push it in!” cried Finrod. Celeborn complied, sliding his well-oiled, rigid shaft into Finrod’s eager passage. Finrod shrieked with pleasure as the long member found his sweet spot. Celeborn began to thrust, deep and hard, while Finrod screamed. Finrod was undone. He had never felt such ecstatic pleasure flooding through him. His head dropped down between his shoulders and his golden mane of hair flopped forward as his body completely relaxed. He grasped his own hard cock and stroked it rapidly until he came, spending his seed all over his beautiful white and gold bedspread.

Celeborn shuddered and spasmed, spending himself into Finrod. Both Elves were screaming with delight as their orgasms overcame them when the door to Finrod’s room suddenly opened.

“What’s going on in here?” cried Galadriel from the doorway. Her room was next door to her brother’s. Then her hand flew to her mouth in horror and her eyes opened wide as she looked upon her brother and her husband.

“What is it?” asked Elu Thingol from right behind her. His eyes opened wide too, as he gazed upon the two lovers.

“I don’t believe it”, said a shocked Galadriel. She turned away. “Come on, Elu, let us go quickly”.

“Wait a moment”, said Thingol, standing in the open doorway with his mouth gaping as he stared at Finrod and Celeborn. The two Elves stayed as they were, frozen into position, gaping back at Thingol in shock.

Galadriel pulled at Thingol’s arm. “Elu!” she said in a harsh whisper, and very slowly the King of Doriath turned to follow her. He looked back once at the two lovers who were still kneeling on the bed holding each other and glistening with perspiration, both still in a state of semi-arousal.

“Oh Gods, what we will do?” whispered Celeborn against Finrod’s shoulder and biting his knuckles as Finrod turned to hold him close.

“Nothing, dear thing”, soothed Finrod. “Everything will take care of itself”.

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Later that night, King Elu Thingol retired to his bedroom alone. His wife Melian was away from Doriath. She had been strangely remote towards him lately and had said that there were many things that she must attend to throughout the kingdom, and she would be gone for a while. He had planned to spend the night with Galadriel, but now she was too upset over their discovery of Finrod and Celeborn and after pouring out her feelings to him for the past three hours, she had wanted to be alone herself to think things over.

He sighed as he undressed and put on his night clothing, a long gown of white muslin that matched the colour of his gleaming hair. He sat down at his dressing table in order to plait his long hair for sleeping. He had dismissed his servants as he wanted to be alone. As he fixed his hair, he met his own eyes in the mirror. They glinted with a strangely worried look as he stared deeply within himself.

When he turned down his covers, his hand felt the familiar satiny smooth sheets and he sighed at the sensation. He rubbed his hand across the pillow where Melian would sometimes lie, when she would deign to lie with him. He climbed into the large lonely bed and lay on his back. Though it was very late he did not feel like sleeping. Restless, he got up, padded to the door in his bare feet, and locked it. Then he pulled his nightgown off over his head and flung it onto the floor. Next he paced the room several times, back and forth, before he flung himself naked and face down upon his bed. He punched the mattress a few times before he flipped over onto his back again.

Slowly, he forced himself to relax, starting with his eyes that had been squeezed tightly shut. “By the Valar, I am not going to fight it any longer”, he said to himself.

He sighed and succumbed to the image that kept insisting on flooding into his mind, crowding out all other thought. Finrod, that glorious golden-haired brother of Galadriel’s, on all fours upon his bed, his muscular body gleaming in the candlelight, the perfectly rounded orbs of his delicious bottom pressed up against Celeborn. But it was Celeborn who surprised Thingol the most. He had always put him down as an insipid pretty-boy plaything that Galadriel had surprisingly married in order to amuse herself, and there he was, actually buggering Finrod, his wife’s brother. And Celeborn looked positively entrancing in the nude. He was ethereal, enchanting and elegant, a magical appearing being with silvery, shimmering hair falling to the middle of his chest, a gorgeously slender, silky-smooth form, and when he had withdrawn his spent member from Finrod’s body, it had such a perfect shapeliness to it as if it were made for just that exact purpose. Thingol now found that he had been very much impressed by Celeborn in that moment. Yes, he was impressed - Gods! What was happening? Thingol found himself stroking a powerful erection, and gave himself over with a moan and a sigh to the picture of Finrod and Celeborn that was indelibly etched upon his mind in the most delightful way.