Spring In Rivendell
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Chapter 4
Title: Spring in Rivendell
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 4/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter a definite R-NC17
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, possible mpreg later
Summery: It’s spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don’t sue. All I got are college loans.
Erestor and Elrond walked slowly back to their rooms as the sun was beginning to rise on the first night of the Spring Festival. Their bodies still hummed with the residual energy of the mating frenzy around them. Soft grunts and moans could be heard from all corners of the gardens and the dark alcoves of the Last Homely House. Elrond's door was the first they came too, and the pair stopped in front of it. The embraced each other closely, with Erestor's head tucked underneath the peredhil's chin.
"Thank you, Elrond. For everything," murmured Erestor quietly.
"Your welcome, my friend." Elrond leaned down to kiss Erestor's forehead at the same time Erestor lifted his head to kiss Elrond's cheek. Their lips touched. Both were startled, but they did not move to pull away. Neither would remember who deepened the kiss. Nor would they remember who opened the door to Elrond's rooms, or who removed their clothes.
Their bodies were in a frenzy. Elrond from being alone for so many years, and Erestor from never having been with anyone in the first place. Their very souls cried out for completion, to bond with someone, anyone, as long as it was RIGHT NOW. Elrond covered Erestor's smaller body as they lay on the bed, thrusting against each other in a primal rhythm Elrond remember so well, and Erestor had never felt before. Begging cries rent the early morning air, hands grabbed instinctually at swollen flesh.
The elven Lord moved down his councilor’s body, leaving marks of possession as he went. He briefly engulfed the swollen heat between the darker elf's legs making the other elf buck and groan, before moving lower. He pressed his tongue into the virgin passage situated directly beneath Erestor's swollen sack, and he felt the tough, thick barrier guarding the smaller elf's untried virginity. Elrond cried out as the need to possess the elf beneath him became physically painful. The only thing that mattered now was breaching that barrier, burying himself inside that unspoiled, untouched passage, and spilling his seed within. He lurched upward with a primal cry attacking Erestor's lips brutally.
The councilor parted his legs further, rocking against the elf above him. Nothing mattered but Elrond. Nothing mattered but the need to be taken, the need to mate.
Elrond pushed forward harshly, pressing his rock hard flesh roughly past the barrier Erestor's body presented. Erestor screamed and twisted, trying to escape the pain that savaged his body. His Lord simply delved deeper, pinning the lighter elf underneath him. He freed one of his hands, and took hold of Erestor's erection. The advisor twisted again, but this time it was from the feeling of pleasure that raced through his body.
Both elves began screaming as the pleasure built, bringing with it the feeling of their souls being ripped apart and reformed. They were becoming one in flesh and soul. They moved together deliriously, thrusting down and up in tandem, not knowing where one began and the other ended. Then everything exploded, their own screams deafening their ears as they came as one.
One soul.
Two bodies.
Now together forever.
Elrond lay on his bed, panting heavily and covered in sweat, cradling the unconscious body of the dark elf beside him. Erestor had passed out from the intensity of their climax, and Elrond had nearly done so himself. His body shivered in the cold morning air, and he brought the quilt up from the bottom of the bed to wrap around himself and his newly bonded. Elrond held Erestor possessively, as if the slightest breeze would blow him away.
Exhausted and filled with emotions he did not know how to decipher, he too fell into reverie.
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Elrond awoke at the first stirrings of the warm body next to him. He looked at the sweet, exotic being next to him and smiled.
"It is time to wake, my love. It is late in the afternoon, nearly evening. We have slept long, and it is time to start the day." Erestor moaned quietly, and his eyes cleared as he awoke. The dark elf smiled and lifted a hand to touch Elrond's face, then the frowned slightly.
"What...why...what happened? I feel....I'm so....confused. I...I thought I loved Glorfindel, but...but....you..." Erestor, normally so eloquent, could hardly form a coherrent sentence. "I love you so much it hurts, Elrond." Tears formed in the dark chocolate eyes, and his voice now trembled.
"Shhh, don't cry beloved. It's just so much to take in all at once."
Erestor gave a broken sob, and clung tighter to the naked form holding him. "I'm happy....I'm so happy. I just....feel so overwhelmed." The advisor veritably trembled with the force of the emotions running through him.
"Shhhh. All will be well." Erestor gave him a look like he did not quite believe him. Elrond chuckled quietly. "I've been through this before, remember? I feel the same way you do, I just know how to deal with the emotions now, instead of drowning in them." Erestor proceeded to quietly sob for a few more minutes, then he slowly began to compose himself.
"I...I thought for sure that Glorfindel was my one....but...being here with you...in your arms...," Erestor sighed, confused.
"You may still be destined to be together, Erestor," Elrond said sincerely.
Erestor raised an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of the Lord he lay next too.
Elrond laughed. "I'm serious. It is not unheard of for a bond to be shared three ways...."
"I've never heard of it."
"You are younger than I am, and have been avoiding all talk of bondings and love for centuries. Of COURSE you haven't heard of it." Elrond smiled at his little love.
Erestor buried his head in Elrond's neck and sighed deeply. "Could we just stay here for the rest of the day...and night? Please?" came the muffled plea.
"No, because we need to get to the healing house before the ceremonies start tonight."
"Why the healing house?"
"I need to look you over and treat you for the damage I did this morning. I was not gentle with you, my love." Erestor didn’t look convinced. “Look behind you, Erestor.”
Erestor rotated slowly to look behind him, hissing slightly as a burning pain and strange, tingling warmth invaded his insides. He looked at the bed behind him in a kind of shock. A large puddle of blood stained the sheets, blatant proof as to what had happened earlier that day. He reached out to touch it, and felt it was still wet. There must have been a large amount of blood for the stain to still be wet. The councilor turned back around and closed his eyes as he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
"I do feel...painful…and dizzy," the advisor admitted reluctantly. "And...I feel...hot....inside."
It was Elrond's turn to raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid his hand up Erestor's leg, his touch clearly that of a healer as he probbed Erestor for injuries. He rested his hand on Erestor's lower abdomen and rubbed it slightly, laughing as he did so.
"What’s so damned funny?" demanded the councilor.
Elrond smiled wider. "It seems our first union bore fruit."
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A/N: For anyone who’s interested, I was sitting in Microbial Genetics and decided that I would come up with the reproductive genetics of elves instead of listen to lecture today….so here is what I came up with:
The average male and female are just like a human. Males have an XY genotype and the females have an XX genotype. An ellian, however, has a mutation on the X gene, causing their form to be that of a male, but they have female hormones and reproductive organs. This mutated X gene is called X’ (X prime), and it is only expressed when paired with a Y gene, so the genotype is X’Y. When paired with an X, the X’ gene produces a phenotypic female that is a carrier for the ellian trait (in other words, she looks like a female, but can pass the gene on to her children). The product of a union between an X’X female and an XY male can produce an XX, XY, X’X, and an X’Y. The union of an ellian X’Y and a male XY will result in X’X, X’Y, XY, and YY. Unfortunately, YY is called an ‘unviable embryo’ (and yes this happens in humans in the real world, only rarely). Since elves know the second they conceive, they would feel this embryo as it is conceived. However, it cannot make it beyond a few cell divisions (about two days), and dies immediately. A human would never even know anything had happened, but an elf would. Therefore, there is a ¼ chance that any embryo has a chance of being miscarried when conceived by an ellian. Not great odds. We will see how this pans out later in the story.
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 4/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter a definite R-NC17
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, possible mpreg later
Summery: It’s spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don’t sue. All I got are college loans.
Erestor and Elrond walked slowly back to their rooms as the sun was beginning to rise on the first night of the Spring Festival. Their bodies still hummed with the residual energy of the mating frenzy around them. Soft grunts and moans could be heard from all corners of the gardens and the dark alcoves of the Last Homely House. Elrond's door was the first they came too, and the pair stopped in front of it. The embraced each other closely, with Erestor's head tucked underneath the peredhil's chin.
"Thank you, Elrond. For everything," murmured Erestor quietly.
"Your welcome, my friend." Elrond leaned down to kiss Erestor's forehead at the same time Erestor lifted his head to kiss Elrond's cheek. Their lips touched. Both were startled, but they did not move to pull away. Neither would remember who deepened the kiss. Nor would they remember who opened the door to Elrond's rooms, or who removed their clothes.
Their bodies were in a frenzy. Elrond from being alone for so many years, and Erestor from never having been with anyone in the first place. Their very souls cried out for completion, to bond with someone, anyone, as long as it was RIGHT NOW. Elrond covered Erestor's smaller body as they lay on the bed, thrusting against each other in a primal rhythm Elrond remember so well, and Erestor had never felt before. Begging cries rent the early morning air, hands grabbed instinctually at swollen flesh.
The elven Lord moved down his councilor’s body, leaving marks of possession as he went. He briefly engulfed the swollen heat between the darker elf's legs making the other elf buck and groan, before moving lower. He pressed his tongue into the virgin passage situated directly beneath Erestor's swollen sack, and he felt the tough, thick barrier guarding the smaller elf's untried virginity. Elrond cried out as the need to possess the elf beneath him became physically painful. The only thing that mattered now was breaching that barrier, burying himself inside that unspoiled, untouched passage, and spilling his seed within. He lurched upward with a primal cry attacking Erestor's lips brutally.
The councilor parted his legs further, rocking against the elf above him. Nothing mattered but Elrond. Nothing mattered but the need to be taken, the need to mate.
Elrond pushed forward harshly, pressing his rock hard flesh roughly past the barrier Erestor's body presented. Erestor screamed and twisted, trying to escape the pain that savaged his body. His Lord simply delved deeper, pinning the lighter elf underneath him. He freed one of his hands, and took hold of Erestor's erection. The advisor twisted again, but this time it was from the feeling of pleasure that raced through his body.
Both elves began screaming as the pleasure built, bringing with it the feeling of their souls being ripped apart and reformed. They were becoming one in flesh and soul. They moved together deliriously, thrusting down and up in tandem, not knowing where one began and the other ended. Then everything exploded, their own screams deafening their ears as they came as one.
One soul.
Two bodies.
Now together forever.
Elrond lay on his bed, panting heavily and covered in sweat, cradling the unconscious body of the dark elf beside him. Erestor had passed out from the intensity of their climax, and Elrond had nearly done so himself. His body shivered in the cold morning air, and he brought the quilt up from the bottom of the bed to wrap around himself and his newly bonded. Elrond held Erestor possessively, as if the slightest breeze would blow him away.
Exhausted and filled with emotions he did not know how to decipher, he too fell into reverie.
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Elrond awoke at the first stirrings of the warm body next to him. He looked at the sweet, exotic being next to him and smiled.
"It is time to wake, my love. It is late in the afternoon, nearly evening. We have slept long, and it is time to start the day." Erestor moaned quietly, and his eyes cleared as he awoke. The dark elf smiled and lifted a hand to touch Elrond's face, then the frowned slightly.
"What...why...what happened? I feel....I'm so....confused. I...I thought I loved Glorfindel, but...but....you..." Erestor, normally so eloquent, could hardly form a coherrent sentence. "I love you so much it hurts, Elrond." Tears formed in the dark chocolate eyes, and his voice now trembled.
"Shhh, don't cry beloved. It's just so much to take in all at once."
Erestor gave a broken sob, and clung tighter to the naked form holding him. "I'm happy....I'm so happy. I just....feel so overwhelmed." The advisor veritably trembled with the force of the emotions running through him.
"Shhhh. All will be well." Erestor gave him a look like he did not quite believe him. Elrond chuckled quietly. "I've been through this before, remember? I feel the same way you do, I just know how to deal with the emotions now, instead of drowning in them." Erestor proceeded to quietly sob for a few more minutes, then he slowly began to compose himself.
"I...I thought for sure that Glorfindel was my one....but...being here with you...in your arms...," Erestor sighed, confused.
"You may still be destined to be together, Erestor," Elrond said sincerely.
Erestor raised an eyebrow in a perfect imitation of the Lord he lay next too.
Elrond laughed. "I'm serious. It is not unheard of for a bond to be shared three ways...."
"I've never heard of it."
"You are younger than I am, and have been avoiding all talk of bondings and love for centuries. Of COURSE you haven't heard of it." Elrond smiled at his little love.
Erestor buried his head in Elrond's neck and sighed deeply. "Could we just stay here for the rest of the day...and night? Please?" came the muffled plea.
"No, because we need to get to the healing house before the ceremonies start tonight."
"Why the healing house?"
"I need to look you over and treat you for the damage I did this morning. I was not gentle with you, my love." Erestor didn’t look convinced. “Look behind you, Erestor.”
Erestor rotated slowly to look behind him, hissing slightly as a burning pain and strange, tingling warmth invaded his insides. He looked at the bed behind him in a kind of shock. A large puddle of blood stained the sheets, blatant proof as to what had happened earlier that day. He reached out to touch it, and felt it was still wet. There must have been a large amount of blood for the stain to still be wet. The councilor turned back around and closed his eyes as he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.
"I do feel...painful…and dizzy," the advisor admitted reluctantly. "And...I feel...hot....inside."
It was Elrond's turn to raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid his hand up Erestor's leg, his touch clearly that of a healer as he probbed Erestor for injuries. He rested his hand on Erestor's lower abdomen and rubbed it slightly, laughing as he did so.
"What’s so damned funny?" demanded the councilor.
Elrond smiled wider. "It seems our first union bore fruit."
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A/N: For anyone who’s interested, I was sitting in Microbial Genetics and decided that I would come up with the reproductive genetics of elves instead of listen to lecture today….so here is what I came up with:
The average male and female are just like a human. Males have an XY genotype and the females have an XX genotype. An ellian, however, has a mutation on the X gene, causing their form to be that of a male, but they have female hormones and reproductive organs. This mutated X gene is called X’ (X prime), and it is only expressed when paired with a Y gene, so the genotype is X’Y. When paired with an X, the X’ gene produces a phenotypic female that is a carrier for the ellian trait (in other words, she looks like a female, but can pass the gene on to her children). The product of a union between an X’X female and an XY male can produce an XX, XY, X’X, and an X’Y. The union of an ellian X’Y and a male XY will result in X’X, X’Y, XY, and YY. Unfortunately, YY is called an ‘unviable embryo’ (and yes this happens in humans in the real world, only rarely). Since elves know the second they conceive, they would feel this embryo as it is conceived. However, it cannot make it beyond a few cell divisions (about two days), and dies immediately. A human would never even know anything had happened, but an elf would. Therefore, there is a ¼ chance that any embryo has a chance of being miscarried when conceived by an ellian. Not great odds. We will see how this pans out later in the story.