Heaven Knows
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Adult ++
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12
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Chapter 3: TA 175
Title: Heaven Knows
Author: Gwaelinn
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Elladan
Rating: G to R in later chapters
Beta: Mistress Minx
Warnings: AU, Angst, Slash, potential character death
Summary: Two souls just cannot connect
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written solely for pleasure; no payment or profit has been made.
Notes: Written for the Celestial Bodies challenge at Tripledogdare
Feedback welcomed!
Heaven Knows
Chapter 3: TA 175
Erestor moved with fluidity and precision. He learned the motions millennia ago. The six and a half foot staff sliced the late afternoon air with a soft swoosh. Few knew Erestor had any battle skill and those that discovered his secret often scoffed. A staff, even made of Mallorn and inlaid with mithril was no match for a good sword, they said. Glorfindel had tried to get Erestor to prove them wrong and to teach the ancient art to the recruits. Erestor always declined. Now Elrond’s Chief Advisor maintained his skill in secret. He had shed his formal robes and now wore only loose pants that hung from his narrow hips. His chest and back were bared to Anor’s rays causing the elf’s skin to seem as if it glowed.
For the past six months, Elladan had climbed the ancient oak tree to glimpse the dark advisor in action. From his vantage point, he could watch Erestor without fear of being detected. Elladan loved to watch the advisor and not simply because of the ancient weapon form. Although it was the unique movements with the staff that first caught the young peredhel’s attention, now it was about the lean muscles covered by pale skin, glistening in the sunlight. Recently Elladan noticed a stirring in his body as he watched the bare-chested elf practice. He would never have denied Erestor was an attractive ellon, but the exotic beauty never affected him…until now. He left the safety of the tree on more than on occasion with his leggings tight. ‘It is just your body awakening, that is all. It has nothing to do with Erestor. You would react this way to Glorfindel or Haldir.’ He said to himself. But he knew that was a lie. He had seen Glorfindel in *all* his glory and it never stirred the fires within and Haldir, though he thought the Marchwarden most desirable, never evoked any physical response. No, it was Erestor. Elladan’s body responded to the advisor.
*swoosh*
Erestor and his staff moved as one.
*jab…whoosh…smack*
Erestor spun the staff over his head and stabbed at the ground.
Elladan stared, transfixed, his back against the wide oak as he stood on a branch. The all too familiar stirrings were upon him. His leggings were tight and his member throbbed. At 45 years old, he knew what was happening. He also knew, thanks to talk in the barracks, of what could be done to elevate the discomfort. Never taking his eyes off the beautiful ellon, moving sensually through his routine below, the older twin’s hand stole to the bulge in his leggings. He began to knead it through the soft leather. His inner fire flared when Erestor poured water over his sweat slicked skin. Elladan’s heart began to beat faster. He opened the laces of his leggings and slid his hand inside. He bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Pulling his now ridged member free, Elladan stroked himself in time with Erestor’s movements, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
*****
Erestor came here every day, in the late afternoon sun to work out his stress and frustrations. Elrond long ago learned to keep this time free for his advisor. The stress of negotiations could be trying and Erestor always returned from his workout sessions more relaxed. Lately, however, the raven haired ellon looked to relieve another, more personal, stress. As the twins grew, Erestor became more aware of their beauty and strength…especially Elladan’s. He found a desire, which should long ago have been extinguished, rekindled. The advisor was often frustrated with himself for the thoughts he had about the young prince. They were not appropriate even if Elladan had reached his majority! So, to battle the pent up sexual tension, Erestor came out here everyday to exhaust himself physically. The unfortunate thing about the whole situation was that when he returned to his quarters to bath he was, more often than not, quite aroused; he usually wound up pleasuring himself, Elladan’s name on his lips as he came.
******
The peredhel stroked himself faster as Erestor's body moved enticingly in the clearing below. Writhing against the tree, he closed his eyes as pleasure pulsed through this body. Oh it was maddening. His hand just could not provide the extent of pleasure that his body demanded; his body was beginning to demand more. Faster and faster, he pumped himself until finally, stars exploded behind his eyelids. Sagging against the tree, Elladan panted. He looked about wildly, fearing he had been heard, but Erestor continued through his exercises, unaware of the hungry eyes that watched from the trees.
TBC
Author: Gwaelinn
Type: FPS
Pairings: Erestor/Elladan
Rating: G to R in later chapters
Beta: Mistress Minx
Warnings: AU, Angst, Slash, potential character death
Summary: Two souls just cannot connect
Disclaimer: All characters and locations are the sole property of Professor Tolkien’s Estate. This is written solely for pleasure; no payment or profit has been made.
Notes: Written for the Celestial Bodies challenge at Tripledogdare
Feedback welcomed!
Heaven Knows
Chapter 3: TA 175
Erestor moved with fluidity and precision. He learned the motions millennia ago. The six and a half foot staff sliced the late afternoon air with a soft swoosh. Few knew Erestor had any battle skill and those that discovered his secret often scoffed. A staff, even made of Mallorn and inlaid with mithril was no match for a good sword, they said. Glorfindel had tried to get Erestor to prove them wrong and to teach the ancient art to the recruits. Erestor always declined. Now Elrond’s Chief Advisor maintained his skill in secret. He had shed his formal robes and now wore only loose pants that hung from his narrow hips. His chest and back were bared to Anor’s rays causing the elf’s skin to seem as if it glowed.
For the past six months, Elladan had climbed the ancient oak tree to glimpse the dark advisor in action. From his vantage point, he could watch Erestor without fear of being detected. Elladan loved to watch the advisor and not simply because of the ancient weapon form. Although it was the unique movements with the staff that first caught the young peredhel’s attention, now it was about the lean muscles covered by pale skin, glistening in the sunlight. Recently Elladan noticed a stirring in his body as he watched the bare-chested elf practice. He would never have denied Erestor was an attractive ellon, but the exotic beauty never affected him…until now. He left the safety of the tree on more than on occasion with his leggings tight. ‘It is just your body awakening, that is all. It has nothing to do with Erestor. You would react this way to Glorfindel or Haldir.’ He said to himself. But he knew that was a lie. He had seen Glorfindel in *all* his glory and it never stirred the fires within and Haldir, though he thought the Marchwarden most desirable, never evoked any physical response. No, it was Erestor. Elladan’s body responded to the advisor.
*swoosh*
Erestor and his staff moved as one.
*jab…whoosh…smack*
Erestor spun the staff over his head and stabbed at the ground.
Elladan stared, transfixed, his back against the wide oak as he stood on a branch. The all too familiar stirrings were upon him. His leggings were tight and his member throbbed. At 45 years old, he knew what was happening. He also knew, thanks to talk in the barracks, of what could be done to elevate the discomfort. Never taking his eyes off the beautiful ellon, moving sensually through his routine below, the older twin’s hand stole to the bulge in his leggings. He began to knead it through the soft leather. His inner fire flared when Erestor poured water over his sweat slicked skin. Elladan’s heart began to beat faster. He opened the laces of his leggings and slid his hand inside. He bit his lip to keep from moaning aloud. Pulling his now ridged member free, Elladan stroked himself in time with Erestor’s movements, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
*****
Erestor came here every day, in the late afternoon sun to work out his stress and frustrations. Elrond long ago learned to keep this time free for his advisor. The stress of negotiations could be trying and Erestor always returned from his workout sessions more relaxed. Lately, however, the raven haired ellon looked to relieve another, more personal, stress. As the twins grew, Erestor became more aware of their beauty and strength…especially Elladan’s. He found a desire, which should long ago have been extinguished, rekindled. The advisor was often frustrated with himself for the thoughts he had about the young prince. They were not appropriate even if Elladan had reached his majority! So, to battle the pent up sexual tension, Erestor came out here everyday to exhaust himself physically. The unfortunate thing about the whole situation was that when he returned to his quarters to bath he was, more often than not, quite aroused; he usually wound up pleasuring himself, Elladan’s name on his lips as he came.
******
The peredhel stroked himself faster as Erestor's body moved enticingly in the clearing below. Writhing against the tree, he closed his eyes as pleasure pulsed through this body. Oh it was maddening. His hand just could not provide the extent of pleasure that his body demanded; his body was beginning to demand more. Faster and faster, he pumped himself until finally, stars exploded behind his eyelids. Sagging against the tree, Elladan panted. He looked about wildly, fearing he had been heard, but Erestor continued through his exercises, unaware of the hungry eyes that watched from the trees.
TBC