Carandol The Matchmaker

Carandol The Matchmaker 4/?

Author: Sebastian
Email: sebastian.s@btinternet.com
Archive: AdultFanFiction.net. Anyone else, please ask so I know where it is.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Carandol (OMC)/Legolas (eventually), Glorfindel/would ruin the plot, Erestor/wait and see, Elrond/half the garrison from Dol Amroth, Elladan & Elrohir/just about anyone who asks.
Genre: Slash. Humour (Almost)
Warnings: AU, sex, bad language, more sex…even worse language……..A little bit of Erestor bashing to start with. (Sorry babe, I love you really.)

Summary: Carandol is visiting Imladris on an extended visit from the Havens. He decides to interfere in a few elves’ love lives whilst he has some self-discovery of his own to do.
Timeline: Third Age, before the Fellowship.

Disclaimer: I only own Carandol and his machinations. Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. No infringement of copyright is intended. I bow to the master. This offering is written purely for fun and no profit is being made. Sigh…

Chapter 4 – Of things that go grunt in the night…


Glorfindel is quite tasty. He doesn’t think he’s more than normally picturesque, of course, but he is very beautiful. His light blue eyes are brilliant, his golden hair is stunning, he has enviable pecs and he’s very powerful.

Alright, look… this is just me talking normally, an ordinary male elf who admires his friend…so don’t get any ideas. And he hasn’t paid me for this either. Glorfindel is just a great mate; fun to be with, good to talk to, and I would never consider ruining our relationship with sex. With alcohol and a few bets maybe, but not sex.

I take a quick look around the Hall of Fire to see if anyone is listening and then ask in a low voice. “So, Glorfindel, would you like to?” I am continuing a train of thought ouud aud as I ponder the idea of him and Thranduil doing lewd things to each other.

“Would I like to what?” He looks at me blankly.

“Enjoy a bit of rumpy pumpy?”

“Carandol…! Well…I…don’t know what to say.”

“Not with me, Orc bait, with the king?”

“Ah…of course…well, yes.” Glorfindel blushes. Big elf blushing…very sweet.

“Well, we’ll have to see what we can do then,” I offer, helpfully.

“We?”

“Well, you’re probably going to need a bit of help.”

“From you?!”

I am hurt. Did I say he was my friend?

Glorfindel gapes at me. “May I remind you that you’ve only recently discovered the joys of male dangly bits and you can’t seduce the king like you would his daughter. I mean, you’d hardly ask Ser ifr if she fancies a quick shag?”

“And you mean you’d say that to Thranduil?!”

“Well, no, not exactly.” Glorfindel sighs and looks at me with his ‘don’t you know anything’ expression. “My point is, you’ve never seduced a male, especially not one like the king, I’m I’m not exactly going to bat my eyelashes at him over dinner.”

I take his point, but even so, I’m not sure I understand why the two should be different. “Why not?”

“Because he’d laugh.”

Mmm, yes, well there is that.

“Or, he might just think I’d got a nervous twitch, or something. So, let’s just say, Carandol, that that particular approach would not work on the king.” Glorfindel continues. “And if he doesn’t want me, no amount of flirting, flattery or fluttering is going to get me anywhere.”

“I repeat, then, we’ll have to think of something.”

Glorfindel sighs again. I think he learnt a long time ago when to give in to a force of nature.

And me.

“So, we’re going to Mirkwood then?”

“No.”

Bugger.

Wrong again.

* * *

Glorfindel and I are still lurking near the main door of the Hall of Fire and I hear a familiar suave voice. “I trust you left Mirkwood as lively and welcoming as ever?”

Erestor’s spouting garbage again.

I turn around and see him talking to… the king of cool himself…! Well, well, Glorfindel, lookie here…

I watch as Erestor the arachnid welcomes Thranduil. Yes, my little creepy-crawly, you’d be so at home there.

I turn back and my friend is blushing. Oh for….sake, Glorfindel! Not now.

Well, it definitely looks like the trip is off then. Must hide my disappointment…

…and find another way to avoid Erestor’s plans for my sexual proclivities. I can handle those myself, thank you. And that’s probably all I’ll be doing with my luck recently.

As the king moves further into the room I hear several gasps around me. He turns a little and I run my eye over him. Thranduil is exquisite. Thick blonde hair, silver eyes, and one of the most alluring smiles I’ve seen on anyone.

How does he do it?…Whenever I’ve tried, all I got was menacing looks from even more scary elf-maids, or Erestor. The twins don’t count as they’re not really interested in your face…

I look at the king again. This is an Elf who outclasses everyone around him simply because he has such presence…

…and a terrific body.

Legolas passes me to welcome the king and I watch from behind as they greet each other warmly. And then realise I’m staring at the prince’s buttocks clenching as he embraces his father and I have to turn away and recover.

Oh, Legolas… you are something else. Your father maymagnmagnificent, but he doesn’t have those.

“Carandol, it’s good to see you again, young one.”

I jump. “Oh…my lord…Thranduil. I’m surprised to see you here.”

“But how could I resist, Carandol? I heard so much about the last party from the boys.”

The boys. Mirkwood’s deliciously depraved warriors. “I’m surprised any of them made it back to tell you, my lord, and even more surprised that they could remember anything about it.”

The king chuckles, a deep and satisfying sound. “You do them an injustice, Carandol.”

“Perhaps, my lord. I am forgetting you taught them everything they know.”

“Indeed.” Thranduil smirks. The king then looks around the Hall. Probably trying to locate Elrond to say hello.

I wouldn’t bother. If its past ten o’clock, Elrond will be up to his tiara in privates. (Soldiers that is…O.K, same thing.)

“Don’t monopolise the king, Carandol.”

Erestor has sidled up again. Oh goody.

“And where have you been hiding, my little child of Melkor.” And I smile sweetly. “Adding something poisonous to the punch?”

“Don’t be facetious, Carandol, it doesn’t suit you,” says the nuisance, scornfully, and proceeds to add something new to his collection of sneers.

“Oh, really, and what does… suit me, I mean?”

“I do,” says a soft voice in my ear.

Mmmm… Legolas.

“In fact, I think I’d look so good on you, we ought to arrange for a fitting,” he says, “soon,” and he snakes his arm around my waist.

Erestor looks unimpressed.

“Time for a dance, I think,” says Thranduil, grabbing hold of Erestor and moving further into the room, leaving his son to work his spell on my senses.

Legolas takes his cue and moves in front of me to press his body closer. I am still not sure if I am really attracted to males, but this sweet elf does incredible things to my sanity. I say sweet, but as I mentioned before, I must not underestimate this prince. I get the impression tha wou would be a formidable lover if he received sufficient encouragement. Perhaps I just need to give him more openings …

Don’t even think it…!

He presses his body closer and rubs himself into my groin, and I’m turning to jelly. He pulls my head to his and wreaks havoc with my mouth. His tongue is inside, outside, everywhere…and I can feel my lust mounting.

Did I say, mount? Oh Elbereth….!

Suddenly, I pull away, breathe, and then look up towards the dance floor. And there is a something I have never seen before. Erestor is dancing, with Thranduil, but not just dancing…he’s seducing the king, openly, sultrily and he’s moving his body as if he’s making love, rubbing himself against the king’s hips. His eyes are closed, his lips are parted and he’s more desirable than I’ve ever seen him. I glance in the direction of Glorfindel who is standing and watching with his mouth open and its difficult to tell whether he’s gawking at Erestor or the king.

I look back to the couple on the dance floor just as Erestor opens his eyes and pierces me with a look of pure lust. And it makes me shudder.

At that moment, Legolas decides to move his hand down to my groin and gently rubs over my cock.

I groan, loudly. Those closest to us turn to look and someone giggles.

There is so much sexual tension in this room that I have to get out. I look at Legolas and he takes me by the hand and leads me outside. I go with him, silently, eagerly, for I need another dose of whatever he gave me last night, and I know it will not take much more for me to succumb to him. But I don’t care. I want to; I want this; I want him; I want … to be less confused.

The cool air hits me like a wet flannel and I take in a sharp breath. Legolas stops and looks at me. Behind us the party sounds as if its just getting underway as the familiar sounds of breaking glass and raucous laughter hit my ears. I need to be somewhere quiet. Legolas looks towards the trees. I nod and try not to think about my aversion to getting laid on damp, twig ridden ground as I allow myself to be led up the garden path.

Then it seems as if there are more noises coming from the woods than there are in the house. Grunts and groans become louder as we approach. Bushes all around us move and rustle. Someone yelps and, as I ponder on how painful that sounds, I register the unmistakable tang of sex in the air.

Didn’t I say I wanted to be somewhere quiet? But before I can think better of it, Legolas pulls at my hand again and drags me further in amongst the trees.

Suddenly I stop in my tracks for there in front of us are the twins, wickedly naked and indulging in one of their favourite leisure pursuits with another male elf. And I’m not talking about ball games either…well, not that kind, anyway…and you couldn’t do this without a firm bat!

I gasp and Legolas waves at me to keep quiet. We don’t want to disturb them, you understand. Its not that we want to watch them rutting.

Don’t I though… After all, I’ve never seen this before…you know… males …doing it…and the sight in front of me is one of the most stimulating things I’ve ever seen: Elladan, on his knerammramming his cock vigorously into a contentedly upraised backside.

Elrohir is on the ground lying just under the third elf, and loud slurping noises can be heard over Elladan’s heavy breathing.

I move closer and bend my head downwards. “Hello, you two…Lindir.” I can’t resist. But they don’t seem to care. I’m not sure I would want an audience if I ever manage to get laid around here.

“Hel…mmm…o…Car…nnn…dol.” That was Elrohir. Nice manners, Elrohir. Doesn’t usually say much with his mouth full.

Elladan’s too far gone to even notice, and Lindir…well Lindir is about to…

“Come!” I say to Legolas as he stands and chuckles in appreciation. I’m not really into group sex…after all, three’s company, four’s too loud, and I start to remove myself before anyone suggests a quintet. The prince catches me by the arm and tugs me to him.

“No, Legolas, not here….phmmm…” A big juicy kiss lands on my mouth. “No, really…mmmph…” And another. “I…….”

Oh crap!

I return the kiss.

Then move my foot between his legs.

“What was that for?!” he shouts at me as he picks himself off the ground.

But I’m already walking away.

“Carandol!” he calls after me, but I really don’t fancy becoming just another grunt in the night.

But this prince has other ideas and swifter than I can think, he grabs me from behind and launches me onto the ground. Of course, I just have to land face first and get a mouthful of something unsavoury.

I try to move. Forget it. The prince is strong, much stronger than I am, and I can’t shift him.

I give up.

I spit out a bit of undergrowth. “Oh, alright, Legolas, what do you want?”

What a pathetic question!

“Don’t be silly, Carandol,” he says, in a low voice. “You know perfectly well what I want. And this time I intend to get it.”

“All of it?” I ask, gulping.

“As much as I can.” He eases off of me and turns me over, and I see his smile: a slow tempting smile that sends a tingle down my spine.

I can’t speak. My mouth won’t work. Mind you, having half the forest floor stuffed into it doesn’t help.

Then Legolas straddles me.

“Ah, there you are…”

Oh, no, not again.

I look up at a smirking Glorfindel standing in front of us with his hands on his hips.

“Where is everyone?” he asks, amused.

I wave an arm towards a deeper part of the woods. “Well, there’s a few in there.”
“Together?!” he asks dumbstruck.

“Almost,” I reply and start to shift a little.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?” he asks, still smirking.

“No, no. I’m just about to get ravished…but you go ahead,” I say, and he ignores the sarcasm.

“You can do that in a minute.”

No I can’t…it takes longer than that, surely?

“Have you seen Thranduil?” he asks.

“No, haven’t you?” And another bit of leaf mould drops from my mouth.

Glorfindel continues. “The last time I saw the king he was downing a flagon of wine and stroking some elf’s…”

“Look, Glorfindel, perhaps we should…” I interrupt.

“…hair.” he finishes.

“Ah… Talk. We should talk.”

“Why?”

Why. Yes, why. Legolas is breathing heavily on top of me and Glorfindel really doesn’t need my help. He’s never had any trouble getting any action before. In fact, I’ve always admired his success rate. But still…

“Legolas.” I state simply, as if that’s explanation enough.

“Legolas?” Glorfindel asks, puzzled.

“Me?” asks Legolas. “Me…what?”

“You’re his son.” I understate.

“Stop hedging, Carandol, and out with it.” Glorfindel says, impatiently.

The bushes around us are still quite active and I decide that I really don’t want to talk about this in a public forum, even if everyone else is preoccupied.

“Let’s go to my room.” I suggest.

“Mine,” says Legolas, and I acquiesce. Perhaps I can do a bit more… acquiescing… when we’ve finished…

“Very well. I’ll see you there after you’ve…er…how long do you need?”

I think that about eight inches would do nicely, but I hold my tongue.

“Just give us a few minutes, Glorfindel,” says Legolas and starts to climb off me.

I suppose ‘a few’ minutes is a slight improvement. But I don’t relish a bit of the old…wham, bam, battering ram. O, Grond! I’m not having that.

“Look, Legolas…” But his intense expression shuts my mouth as he just reaches down to help me up.

I sigh, heavily, and brush myself off a bit. I also spit out the rest of the foliage and we start to walk back to the house in silence.

* * *

I’m just beginning to sort out in my mind whether I’m disappointed or relieved that I haven’t been carnally assaulted, when Legolas grabs hold of me and pulls me into one of the formal gardens near the front of the house. There is large statue beside an ornamental pond and he pushes me up against it.

I’m not going to get fucked here am I…up against Elrond’s father?! I look up at the sculpture and he looks down at me benevolently. Oh… if only you knew….

Legolas’ hands are suddenly all over me and he rubs his body into mine again, and I’m rubbing mine into Eärendil’s.

“Oh, Legolas,” I say and…is that a soft growl coming from my throat?
“You purr like a kitten,” Legolas says in between biting my ear. “Perhaps I should lay you down and rub your front.”

Yes please!

A thrill streaks through me and I try to move this up a notch. I start to kiss his neck but Legolas puts his hands on my shoulders and gently, but insistently, pushes me down.

Oh…Elbereth! He actually wants me to…

Next thing I’m on my knees and I’m face to face with his groin. He puts his hands on my head and rubs his bulge lightly against my face. As if I needed a hint…

He pauses and I look up.

“Unlace me, Carandol.” he commands, in a thick voice.

“But…I…”

“Now, Carandol,” he says, softly but insistently.

I move my hands up to his waistband but they’re shaking so badly with nerves I can’t control them.

“It’s alright,” he says soothingly and runs a hand over my cheek. He unlaces his leggings slowly and I watch as if in a trance as he uncovers his glorious stalk. I’ve been face to face with objects of desire before, but I’ve never had a male one thrust under my nose, complete with dew drop ing ing from it.

I take a minute to look upon it, after all, I haven’t seen it for a day,
but Legolas threads his hands through my hair and draws me closer.

I’m still trembling and anxious and the prick is looking at me (the cock, not Legolas) wondering why I’m taking sog. g.

I stare back.

And poke my tongue out.

Then, acting on instinct and, as my tongue is still hanging out, I lick along his penis to taste it.
Its smooth and silky and his deep musk scent begins to grow stronger as his rod becomes moist and the heat builds up. The prince moans softly and grips my hair even tighter.

I push my fingers into his waistband and push down his leggings a bit more so I can get a handful of firm cheek to hold. Then I continue to run my tongu the the underside of his shaft and move up to the tip to gently wipe my tongue over his slit. I work my way around the ridge and end by sucking lightly on the head just under the tip. He groans even louder and I know I’ve hit a good spot.

“Please, Carandol….must have…”

I know I’m probably taking too long over this, given the circumstances, but I just want to explore. No, let’s be honest, I’m stalling. I have no idea how to do this properly, so I just pull what I can in my mouth and suck…hard.

“Aaahhh…shit!” Legolas screams and jerks backwards pulling his shaft away.

“What…?” And now I panic again as I think I might have done something horribly wrong.

“Teeth…”

I have.

“Again.” But now Legolas is the one looking nervous as he holds his hesitant cock to my mouth again. This time I think first before I chew.

And now his penis twitches in delight.

“Oh…yes…harder…” Legolas whispers.

I try to take in a little more but this time my throat isn’t having any. I choke and gag and Legolas removes his cock a second time. No, no, I haven’t finished. I know I’m making a meal of this but I want my pudding, preferably with lots of cream. Oh… please… I’d actually be enjoying this if I wasn’t so bloody inept.

‘Look, I’m not used to…I mean, I’ve never…”

But Legolas is completely absorbed by his need and silently pushes me down onto the ground so that the back of my head is hanging over the side of the pond.

I have no idea why he’s moved my position except it feels as if I’m going to get my hair washed.

Then he straddles my chest and moves upwards towards my waiting lips. And then I understand, for this time when I open my mouth, my throat expands a little, and Legolas leans over me, holds my head in both hands and pushes his cock right in.

I gag again. So he pulls out a bit more and then slides back in slowly, and its easier this time. He moves in and out of me as he slowly and gently begins to fuck my mouth. I look up and I can just see that he is watching his cock going in and out of me and his expression is one of pure bliss.

I close my eyes now and just concentrate on the feel, the smell and the taste of him and I cling onto his bottom as he thrusts into my mouth. And although the back of my throat is objecting to being punched by several inches of hard pink gristle, I am so turned on at the thought of him doing this to me that I have to reach down and undo my leggings. As I move my arms down he lifts his buttocks forward even more and thrusts right down my throat.

Oh, gods, don’t let me throw up.

I manage to undo my laces to free myself and Legolas’ thrusts become more pronounced although I know he must be holding back. I grip hold of him again and feel his buttock muscles tighten. His movements become shallower, faster and erratic and I know he’s coming.

Suddenly, a flash of anxiety goes through my mind at the thought of swallowing his juice but my head is trapped so I have no choice. I’m just about to panic when he goes rigid and pumps down my throat.

That solves that problem, as I can’t do hinghing else but swallow.
He empties himself with a long groan of satisfaction and even though most of his semen goes straight down, I can still taste him…

Oh, Eru…I should have guessed he’d be sweet…Then I’m filled with a delightful euphoria as I cry out softly and spill all over my stomach without even having touched myself. And I feel like an elfling coming in the night.

What is this prince doing to me?

Legolas pulls his cock slowly out of my mouth, lifts my head and kisses me deeply, then sits back, licks his lips and looks down at where I’ve emptied myself on my belly.

“I see you liked that, Carandol.” And now he is carressing me with his voice as well as his smile.

A coarse “Mmmm,” is all I can answer, and it crosses my mind that my mouth at least has seen quite a bit of action over the past two days.

He plucks a large leaf from the edge of the pond, lays down beside me and cleans me up before tucking my stem up for the n.
.

“And now, we must go and meet with Glorfindel,” he says, and stands.

Just like that.

My mind is a confusion of sensations and emotions and he calmly seems to be saying, “thank you for coming, have a nice day!”

Wearily, I get up off the grass, give a friendly pat to Eärendil’s butt and follow Legolas out of the garden to sort out Glorfindel’s love life, when I can’t even get a handle on my own.


TBC…

Notes: Just to pretend I know what I’m talking about.

Melkor: later known as Morgoth, was one of the most powerful of the Ainur who became corrupt and wished to dominate all living things. Sauron was his greatest servant. He was described as a tall, dark and majestic figure. So, there you have it…tall, dark, creepy and fond of deception…recognise anyone? (I wouldn’t seriously compare Erestor to Melkor – I wouldn’t have thought Melkor was nearly so irritating as Erestor or the Ainur would have got rid of him sooner!)

Grond: There were two Gronds. One of them was used against the gate of Minas Tirith in the ‘Lord of the Rings’. The other, and the one that Carandol is referring to, naturally, was the Hammer of the Underworld, Morgoth’s great mace. However, both of these, used as suggested, would be extremely uncomfortable.

Eärendil – married to Elwing and had twin sons; Elrond and Elros. Eärendil had many adventures including sailing the seas to find his parents. He was set in the sky by the Valar, along with his ship Vingilot and Elwing’s Silmaril, and became a sign of hope in times of evil. His star was the most beloved of the Elves and its light was renowned for its power. (The phialt Gat Galadriel gave to Frodo contained the light of Eärendil). And all this, although interesting, has absolutely nothing to do with Carandol and Legolas getting down to business in the garden, except the affection shown to Eärendil by the pat on his bottom.


Sebastian