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Love Enflamed
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Title: Love Enflamed
Author: Janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Elrond/Haldir
Prompt: 13. Nightmare
Word Count: 1468
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This was written for lj community 25fluffyfics and sequel to Love Reassured.
Love Enflamed
Elladan and Elrohir sat on either side of Orophin in one of the many gardens surrounding the Last Homely House. They smiled at each other before they crowded closer to Orophin, one placing a hand upon the Guardian’s thigh and the other on his chest. Elrohir nuzzled the silver-haired ellon’s (m. elf’s) neck, “Mmmm, you smell nice.”
Orophin shuddered as pleasure rippled down his spine as Elrohir’s lips ghosted over his pulse and Elladan took the tip of his ear and suckled it. When he moaned, it seemed to only enflame the twins more, and they pressed closer to him. It was hard to believe that he was here now, with the twins, when he had dreamt of spending nights in their embrace for so long. This trip to Imladris was truly turning out to be a joyous occasion for him and his brothers. Rúmil finally was courting Lindir and Haldir…Haldir had found his true faer (soul) mate. All those who looked upon his brother and Lord Elrond could plainly see the love that they had for one another. Suddenly his thoughts flew from his mind when his arousal was caressed through his leggings.
Elladan purred, “Now that is better Orophin. We do not want you to think of anything, just feel.”
Orophin arched his back and gasped, “Aye…feel…”
Elrohir chuckled when all of the sudden a crash sounded from the open balcony door above them. “That is Ada’s (Daddy’s) chambers,” Elrohir said with a frown then quickly looked to Elladan when what sounded like glass breaking followed after another crash, “Brother, should we go and see if all is well with him?”
All three of them went to stand when a loud moan could be heard, followed by Haldir’s voice saying, “You have been a naughty Peredhel, have you not?” and in response they could plainly hear their Ada’s breathless voice say, “Yes, very naughty, I think I need to be punished.”
Elladan and Elrohir wrinkled their noses and quickly grabbed Orophin by the arms and started dragging him out of the garden. “Come Orophin, if my brother and I hear anymore, we will have nightmares for a month,” Elrohir stated.
“Yes. I think our chambers are a better place to continue our play,” Elladan said.
Orophin quickly agreed, for he did not relish hearing his brother being intimate with Lord Elrond.
Haldir grasped Elrond’s dark locks with his fingers and pulled forcefully back, leaning down to nip the hollow of his melethron’s (m. lover’s) throat, leaving a mark. When Elrond growled and rubbed their groins together, Haldir ruthlessly suckled the tip of his ear and hissed, “I am going to ride you until you cannot sit.”
Elrond shivered as pleasure coursed through his body, causing his erection to throb almost unbearably. “Yes, use me as you will!”
Haldir pushed Elrond back onto the desk, causing the last inkpot to fall onto the floor, and stared hungrily at his melethron writhing beneath him. If someone had told him a mere week ago that he would be loving Elrond like this, he would have called them all kinds of a fool. With deft fingers, Haldir quickly had Elrond disrobed, freeing his turgid member to his greedy gaze. Lightly drawing his fingers up Elrond’s thighs, he spread the Peredhel’s legs apart so he could stand in between them. When he pressed his palms to the curve of Elrond’s hips, his melethron bowed his back, trying to get Haldir’s hands to where he longed for them to be.
Elrond groaned when Haldir forcefully pinned him down so he could not move. How long had he longed to give up control like this? To have his heart’s desire be the one to give his trust to made this all the sweeter to Elrond. He needed this, needed to relinquish control, to let the burdens of being the Lord and Healer of his people to fall from his shoulders, even if for just a few precious hours. Elrond gasped out Haldir’s name when his weeping shaft was taken into a hot cavernous mouth.
Haldir growled when he tasted Elrond’s essence and he dropped to his knees, voraciously swallowing his melethron’s erection over and over again. Pushing Elrond’s legs up so that his feet came to rest flat upon the desk, he pulled Elrond forward and proceeded to spread his cheeks and lap at the puckered opening, eliciting a moan from his melethron.
Elrond moaned and wildly threw his head from side to side as so much pleasure filled him that he thought he would surely go up in flames. When a tongue pushed inside him, he unabashedly pressed further upon the organ, wanting deeper penetration. After what felt like an eternity, he cried in frustration when Haldir stood and walked away. Knowing that he was looking for something to ease the way, Elrond took himself in hand and at the same time pinched one of his hardened nipples as he watched his meleth walk into the bathing chamber, only to reappear almost instantly, carrying a vial of sweet smelling oil.
Haldir paused as he stepped back into the bedchamber, the sight of Elrond staring at him, his steel-grey eyes turned to molten with unspent desire, almost bringing him to his knees. When his gazed drifted down his melethron’s body and saw his hand stroking his engorged shaft, his eyes narrowed and he quickly stalked over to him. Haldir placed the vial of oil onto the desk and wrapped his fingers around Elrond’s wrists, drawing his arms up over his head. He then wrapped Elrond’s fingers around the edge of the desk and growled into a delicate ear, “Do not let go of the desk, no matter what.”
Elrond gripped the desk tightly and nodded almost desperately, wanting to please Haldir so he would continue with his claiming. He sighed when he heard the vial of oil opened and soon was hissing as pleasure vibrated throughout his body, caused by the finger pressing into him. Haldir quickly prepared him, just enough as to not cause too much discomfort, and when the Marchwarden finally buried himself into him, Elrond cried out, “Yes!”
Haldir danced in the euphoria at being able to take his melethron like this, to be the one to set the pace, and love filled him to overflowing for this ellon (m. elf) that gave all to him. Never did Haldir think that he would be so blessed as to have the love of another, let alone to feel a connection as he did with Elrond. Soon all thought drifted from his mind and he gave himself over to the pleasure, the feel of Elrond’s body accepting his, as if made for him.
Elrond bowed his back, meeting Haldir’s thrusts, not caring whether or not he was making claw mark in his desk nor the fact that his meleth’s powerful thrusts were causing the desk to scoot along the floor. When he felt Haldir’s bruising grip leave his hip and wrap around his throbbing shaft, he whimpered with an overload of sensations wracking his body. Stars danced behind his eyes when the Marchwarden adjusted the angle of his thrusts, brushing his prostrate now with every forward movement.
Haldir felt his orgasm quickly taking hold of him and he was determined to take his melethron along with him, so he quickened his strokes upon Elrond’s arousal, saying in a demanding voice, “Come with me. Let go meleth.”
Elrond roared out Haldir’s name as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through his body at the feel of Haldir’s seed filling his body, robbing him of breath. When Haldir slumped forward onto his chest, Elrond let go of the desk to wrap his arms about him, holding him close.
Haldir shivered and he sighed, “I did not tell you to let go…but hannon le (thank you), for I think I would have slid to the floor if you had not held me close.”
Elrond chuckled, “Well meleth, I am well and truly sapped of energy myself. I fear I will be sleeping right here else you carry me back to bed.”
Haldir reluctantly withdrew from Elrond and shakily stood upright, staring down at his melethron. Elrond had bite marks marring his neck and chest, bruises on his hips caused from his crushing grip, and he smiled down at him, “You look well and truly ravished My Lord.”
“I feel it. Now your Lord demands that you wash him and put him to bed for much need respite, for dawn is long in coming,” Elrond said, already thinking of the many things he longed to do and have done to him before this night was ended.
Haldir bowed slightly then leaded down and pressed his lips to Elrond’s before saying, “As you wish My Lord.”
TBC
Title: Love Enflamed
Author: Janalynn27
Fandom: LOTR
Characters: Elrond/Haldir
Prompt: 13. Nightmare
Word Count: 1468
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Me, Myself, and I
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Author’s Note: This was written for lj community 25fluffyfics and sequel to Love Reassured.
Love Enflamed
Elladan and Elrohir sat on either side of Orophin in one of the many gardens surrounding the Last Homely House. They smiled at each other before they crowded closer to Orophin, one placing a hand upon the Guardian’s thigh and the other on his chest. Elrohir nuzzled the silver-haired ellon’s (m. elf’s) neck, “Mmmm, you smell nice.”
Orophin shuddered as pleasure rippled down his spine as Elrohir’s lips ghosted over his pulse and Elladan took the tip of his ear and suckled it. When he moaned, it seemed to only enflame the twins more, and they pressed closer to him. It was hard to believe that he was here now, with the twins, when he had dreamt of spending nights in their embrace for so long. This trip to Imladris was truly turning out to be a joyous occasion for him and his brothers. Rúmil finally was courting Lindir and Haldir…Haldir had found his true faer (soul) mate. All those who looked upon his brother and Lord Elrond could plainly see the love that they had for one another. Suddenly his thoughts flew from his mind when his arousal was caressed through his leggings.
Elladan purred, “Now that is better Orophin. We do not want you to think of anything, just feel.”
Orophin arched his back and gasped, “Aye…feel…”
Elrohir chuckled when all of the sudden a crash sounded from the open balcony door above them. “That is Ada’s (Daddy’s) chambers,” Elrohir said with a frown then quickly looked to Elladan when what sounded like glass breaking followed after another crash, “Brother, should we go and see if all is well with him?”
All three of them went to stand when a loud moan could be heard, followed by Haldir’s voice saying, “You have been a naughty Peredhel, have you not?” and in response they could plainly hear their Ada’s breathless voice say, “Yes, very naughty, I think I need to be punished.”
Elladan and Elrohir wrinkled their noses and quickly grabbed Orophin by the arms and started dragging him out of the garden. “Come Orophin, if my brother and I hear anymore, we will have nightmares for a month,” Elrohir stated.
“Yes. I think our chambers are a better place to continue our play,” Elladan said.
Orophin quickly agreed, for he did not relish hearing his brother being intimate with Lord Elrond.
Haldir grasped Elrond’s dark locks with his fingers and pulled forcefully back, leaning down to nip the hollow of his melethron’s (m. lover’s) throat, leaving a mark. When Elrond growled and rubbed their groins together, Haldir ruthlessly suckled the tip of his ear and hissed, “I am going to ride you until you cannot sit.”
Elrond shivered as pleasure coursed through his body, causing his erection to throb almost unbearably. “Yes, use me as you will!”
Haldir pushed Elrond back onto the desk, causing the last inkpot to fall onto the floor, and stared hungrily at his melethron writhing beneath him. If someone had told him a mere week ago that he would be loving Elrond like this, he would have called them all kinds of a fool. With deft fingers, Haldir quickly had Elrond disrobed, freeing his turgid member to his greedy gaze. Lightly drawing his fingers up Elrond’s thighs, he spread the Peredhel’s legs apart so he could stand in between them. When he pressed his palms to the curve of Elrond’s hips, his melethron bowed his back, trying to get Haldir’s hands to where he longed for them to be.
Elrond groaned when Haldir forcefully pinned him down so he could not move. How long had he longed to give up control like this? To have his heart’s desire be the one to give his trust to made this all the sweeter to Elrond. He needed this, needed to relinquish control, to let the burdens of being the Lord and Healer of his people to fall from his shoulders, even if for just a few precious hours. Elrond gasped out Haldir’s name when his weeping shaft was taken into a hot cavernous mouth.
Haldir growled when he tasted Elrond’s essence and he dropped to his knees, voraciously swallowing his melethron’s erection over and over again. Pushing Elrond’s legs up so that his feet came to rest flat upon the desk, he pulled Elrond forward and proceeded to spread his cheeks and lap at the puckered opening, eliciting a moan from his melethron.
Elrond moaned and wildly threw his head from side to side as so much pleasure filled him that he thought he would surely go up in flames. When a tongue pushed inside him, he unabashedly pressed further upon the organ, wanting deeper penetration. After what felt like an eternity, he cried in frustration when Haldir stood and walked away. Knowing that he was looking for something to ease the way, Elrond took himself in hand and at the same time pinched one of his hardened nipples as he watched his meleth walk into the bathing chamber, only to reappear almost instantly, carrying a vial of sweet smelling oil.
Haldir paused as he stepped back into the bedchamber, the sight of Elrond staring at him, his steel-grey eyes turned to molten with unspent desire, almost bringing him to his knees. When his gazed drifted down his melethron’s body and saw his hand stroking his engorged shaft, his eyes narrowed and he quickly stalked over to him. Haldir placed the vial of oil onto the desk and wrapped his fingers around Elrond’s wrists, drawing his arms up over his head. He then wrapped Elrond’s fingers around the edge of the desk and growled into a delicate ear, “Do not let go of the desk, no matter what.”
Elrond gripped the desk tightly and nodded almost desperately, wanting to please Haldir so he would continue with his claiming. He sighed when he heard the vial of oil opened and soon was hissing as pleasure vibrated throughout his body, caused by the finger pressing into him. Haldir quickly prepared him, just enough as to not cause too much discomfort, and when the Marchwarden finally buried himself into him, Elrond cried out, “Yes!”
Haldir danced in the euphoria at being able to take his melethron like this, to be the one to set the pace, and love filled him to overflowing for this ellon (m. elf) that gave all to him. Never did Haldir think that he would be so blessed as to have the love of another, let alone to feel a connection as he did with Elrond. Soon all thought drifted from his mind and he gave himself over to the pleasure, the feel of Elrond’s body accepting his, as if made for him.
Elrond bowed his back, meeting Haldir’s thrusts, not caring whether or not he was making claw mark in his desk nor the fact that his meleth’s powerful thrusts were causing the desk to scoot along the floor. When he felt Haldir’s bruising grip leave his hip and wrap around his throbbing shaft, he whimpered with an overload of sensations wracking his body. Stars danced behind his eyes when the Marchwarden adjusted the angle of his thrusts, brushing his prostrate now with every forward movement.
Haldir felt his orgasm quickly taking hold of him and he was determined to take his melethron along with him, so he quickened his strokes upon Elrond’s arousal, saying in a demanding voice, “Come with me. Let go meleth.”
Elrond roared out Haldir’s name as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through his body at the feel of Haldir’s seed filling his body, robbing him of breath. When Haldir slumped forward onto his chest, Elrond let go of the desk to wrap his arms about him, holding him close.
Haldir shivered and he sighed, “I did not tell you to let go…but hannon le (thank you), for I think I would have slid to the floor if you had not held me close.”
Elrond chuckled, “Well meleth, I am well and truly sapped of energy myself. I fear I will be sleeping right here else you carry me back to bed.”
Haldir reluctantly withdrew from Elrond and shakily stood upright, staring down at his melethron. Elrond had bite marks marring his neck and chest, bruises on his hips caused from his crushing grip, and he smiled down at him, “You look well and truly ravished My Lord.”
“I feel it. Now your Lord demands that you wash him and put him to bed for much need respite, for dawn is long in coming,” Elrond said, already thinking of the many things he longed to do and have done to him before this night was ended.
Haldir bowed slightly then leaded down and pressed his lips to Elrond’s before saying, “As you wish My Lord.”
TBC