Come to me in dreams

Chapter 4.

“I think we’d better to go back, meleth nín ( my love). We need clean clothes, and maybe a warm bath would also be nice,” Thranduil suggested. He put his sleeping-pants on, silently hoping that they didn’t meet anyone on their journey back to the House. What would Imladris’ elves think if they saw their royal quest wandering around, middle of night, dressed like this? Thranduil forgot his troubles, when he studied Lindir’s dressing. His meleth was so beautiful that Thranduil wanted to weep with joy when he had finally found him.

Lindir saw his staring and blushed slightly. He couldn’t understand his sudden coyness. Thranduil had seen him without any clothes, after all.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, meleth. Come here. I want to be sure that you won’t disappear if I blink my eyes.” Thranduil said, and extended his hand.

“I’m here, as long as you want me to be.” Lindir whispered, and kissed Thranduil softly. Lindir didn’t know if he should speak this freely with his lover; he was the King, after all. But he was sure that Thranduil would welcome his affections. The rest of his worries disappeared when Thranduil smiled and pulled him closer. Hand in hand, they started to walk back.

Thranduil wondered how to tell Lindir that they were bound now. He already felt the connection between them, but he wasn’t sure if his young mate felt it too, or understood what it meant. But Lindir surprised him once more.

“Would you tell me what is worrying you, meleth?” He asked quietly, unsure if he should speak this openly.

Thranduil gasped, surprised but decided that it was better to tell everything. He didn’t want any misunderstandings or secrets between them.

“I really am a little worried. That is, because I felt something unexpected happening between us… something more than just lovemaking.” He began to tell, but then hesitated. What if Lindir would be annoyed, or frightened with the thought? Thranduil knew that his heart would surely break if Lindir wanted to leave him someday.

“What it is? Tell, me, saes.”

“I… we are bound now. I’m not sure how that happened, but you and I are now together for the rest of our lives. I so hope that you can accept this.” Thranduil finally explained, hoping that Lindir wouldn’t be very upset.

Lindir stared at Thranduil, first wordlessly but then he started to realize what his lover tried to tell him. Dazzling smile spread upon his face.

“And why would you think I wouldn’t accept it? I am very happy if I am truly yours, in every way. I love you so much.” Lindir laughed happily, and hugged his mate.

“Oh, Lindir nín. I’m so happy to have finally found you. Without you, my life had been so cold and empty. Your mere presence warms my heart.” Thranduil whispered smiling. He decided to put his fears to rest. Whatever happened, they would face it together. He felt he could do anything when he had his beloved Lindir beside him.

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They managed to get back without being caught. Lindir quickly ran to his chambers, but only to grab some more clothes, and then he headed back to his mate. Thranduil opened the door and pulled him in. Lindir smiled, when he noticed that Thranduil had already prepared a bath for them. Soon they both sat in hot water, kissing and washing each other.

“If someone had said me earlier this evening that I would be here with you, I have told them they were insane.” Lindir said, smiling happily. It felt heavenly to be in Thranduil’s loving arms, warm water whirling around them.

“I don’t want to think about it. You are here now, and that is all what matters to me.” Thranduil whispered, pulling him closer. Lindir gasped when he felt Thranduil’s arousal against his thigh. Before he knew it, Thranduil had stood up and had started to scrub him with towel. Lindir enjoyed gentle hands upon his skin, and he leaned weakly against his mate.

“Lindir nín… you are incredible. I want you so much.” Thranduil breathed, his need returning with breathtaking force.

“Make love to me then. I want to feel your love within me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, and our earlier lovemaking will surely cause you some discomfort tomorrow. We have to wait a little bit longer before I can love you like that again, ind nín (my heart). But I can still love you in other ways.” Thranduil said, gently carrying Lindir to bed.

Lindir trembled when he saw Thranduil’s eyes darkening and bursting into flames of passion. In the very next moment, he felt warm lips upon his mouth and moaned softly into the sensual kiss. He opened instinctively and their kiss deepened, until world around them drowned into a haze of oblivion. Only this moment mattered, this frenzied flare that ran in his veins. Lindir buried his hands in Thranduil’s hair, as gentle lips continued their exploring, teasing, tempting him over all the edges. He writhed when Thranduil’s hot mouth slowly wandered lower, along his wildly pulsating vein, ending finally on his chest. Lindir wailed softly, feeling need building inside him.

“Ai... meleth! I want… want…” Lindir begged, without knowing what he was asking. He only wanted this sweet torture to continue forever. Never had he felt pleasure as intense as this.

“Shh… you will have it all and even more.” Thranduil whispered. Warm happiness swelled inside him when he saw his Lindir yield under his caresses. The young elf moaned his name loudly when he took his hard arousal in hand, stroking gently. With his other hand, Thranduil smoothed Lindir’s abdomen, continuing his way even lower. Finally, he cupped heavy sacs in his palm, massaging them carefully. Throughout his caresses, he watched Lindir’s beautiful face, seeing how it glowed with rapture. Only then did Thrauduil bow his head, tasting the sweet flavor. He took pleasure in Lindir’s beautiful cries echoing in his ears, as much as the heady taste on his tongue. The mixture of them was almost his undoing.

“Oh… Oh… I can’t… Thranduil!” Lindir screamed, and released himself into the welcoming mouth. His heart pounded wildly in his chest and he panted heavily. Through his sated haze, he felt Thranduil pull him against his chest, holding him gently.

“Meleth… meleth nín… mine.” Thranduil whispered, holding Lindir tightly in his arms, and caressing his languid body. Lindir felt so good, so delicious in his arms, writhing in the after waves of his completion.

“I’m so happy… never let me go…” Lindir purred happily and Thranduil chuckled gently, stroking his hair.

“I never let you go, Lindir nín. Never. Whatever happens, you are mine now and I’m yours.”

Lindir was a little sleepy after his completion but suddenly his languor left him. Thranduil’s arousal still pressed against his belly, making him restless.

“What it is, ind nín? Are you not sleepy?” Thranduil asked, when he felt Lindir ‘s unrest.

“Not yet. I want to…” Lindir began, unsure how Thranduil would take his wish.

“Tell me. You are my mate now, and I don’t want any secrets between us, Lindir nín.” Thranduil urged, and then gasped when hesitant fingers wrapped around his hard-rock arousal.

“I want to touch you. May I?”

“Ai… aye, Lindir. Anything you want.” Thranduil panted. This was unexpected, but he definitely welcomed Lindir’s touch. A low moan escaped from his lips, as Lindir kissed him, stroked him ever so lovingly.

Lindir watched, bewitched and as his mate slowly came undone under his touch, and it thrilled him to know that he was the cause. This powerful, beautiful elf was his, until the end of Arda. When Thranduil finally found his completion, crying Lindir’s name, the young elf thought that his mate was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“Oh, Lindir…meleth. Come here. I want you close to me.” Thranduil whispered, after cleaning himself. He opened his arms and sighed happily when Lindir snuggled as close as possible,

“Now, sleep, meleth. You are exhausted.” Thranduil said gently, feeling a slumber sneaking into his own being too.

“I will. But when I wake up tomorrow, I want to wake in your arms.”

“I promise you will. This was no dream. This was reality, more wonderful than any dream ever could be.”