Midsummer Heat
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
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7,488
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4
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Chapter 6
Title: Midsummer Heat (6/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.
Chapter 6/?
The cold anger in Elrond’s voice had been matched by the steely glitter in his grey eyes and it had been obvious to all that the lord of Imladris was seething with the pain and fury of a hurt lover.
“If you will excuse me, I should make haste to speak with Elrond. It appears I have done something to earn his ire,” Thranduil said without taking his sorrow filled eyes from the now empty doorway. Jumping to conclusions and then foolishly storming angrily from your highly aroused lover’s bed without a word was certainly more than enough to incur his wrath.
“Aye, I believe that would be wise. Judging by his demeanour, Elrond is in a very bad temper. Here drink this before you go,” Glorfindel said as he poured another small measure of miruvor and handed it to Thranduil who accepted the cup and downed the contents in one gulp.
The silent exchange that had occurred between Erestor and Glorfindel confirmed that they both realised that Thranduil had discovered the phial, but remained unaware of their act of voyeurism and spoke of their regret that they were in part to blame for whatever had occurred between the lovers.
“I have seen many such storms raging in those eyes, but in my experience his anger usually passes quickly once the problem has been resolved,” Erestor said, offering what comfort he could without revealing what he and Glorfindel knew of the true relationship between the two. Now was definitely not the time to speak of such things.
“I have also had occasion to deal with an outraged Elrond,” Thranduil admitted with a forced smile as he turned and left the chamber.
In the early years of their relationship, the son of Oropher and the herald of the High King, who were both fiercely loyal to their respective leaders, and had often come into conflict over their differing viewpoints. However, they had never been able to stay angry with each other for long, their heated arguing quickly igniting the fires of passion and leading to intense and hard, almost disparate loving when all had been forgiven. Thranduil did not expect the forgiveness to come so easily this time, for questioning a lover’s fidelity caused a deep rift that would not be easily mended.
Keeping Elrond waiting would not help matters either, but Thranduil had only turned one corner when he realised he did not know how to find the study. He was about to go back and ask directions from Erestor when the sound of approaching voices saved him the trouble.
“Surely you jest. The healer would not dare speak so to Lord Glorfindel.,” one of the young voices said.
“I assure you he did, unless my ears no longer hear correctly,” the second elf replied with a chuckle.
”The healer actually said: ‘Another bottle, Lord Glorfindel? Already? It is barely the noon hour and I am certain I gave Lord Erestor enough oil yesterday to refill your phial several times. You two do realise that you can also sleep when in bed. Do you not?’” Both elves sniggered at the words repeated in the same disbelieving manner in which they had been delivered.
“Daring indeed, but what did Lord Glorfindel say to that?”
“He simply laughed and replied, ‘Aye, but the bed is not the only place I take my beloved. There is also the bath, the floor, his desk or Elrond's… to name but a few others.’”
More snickering ensued and Thranduil could not help but smile at the Balrog slayer’s brazenness and the looks of mortification on the young faces when they realised they had been caught gossiping about their lords.
“I have not heard your conversation,” Thranduil said indicating he did not intend to reprimand the two very relieved young elves. “I am a visitor here and need directions to Lord Elrond’s study. Would you be good enough to show me the way?”
“Of course my lord, this way,” said the one who recovered his composure first.
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“Do you think he accused Elrond of betrayal with you?” Erestor asked, resting his head on Glorfindel’s chest and snaking his arms about his lover’s waist. He felt the shaking of silent laughter and added his own.
“I do not know what happened, but you saw the look of hurt in Elrond’s eyes.” Glorfindel said as he tilted his lover’s head up so that he could see his face. Eretor favoured him with the sweet smile that he knew to be his alone, and that Glorfindel could not resist. He bent his head to meet the soft lips that eagerly opened to allow his tongue to plunge into the moistness beyond for a long, loving kiss. “I love you,” he whispered tenderly against the now slightly swollen lips when the kiss ended.
“I love you, too,” Erestor replied with equal affection as he settled back against the naked chest and listened to the sound of his lover’s heart beating. “Do you think we should go and speak with Elrond on Thranduil’s behalf?”
“Perhaps later, if the need arises. Give Thranduil some time to make amends for his false accusations. This is their problem, and it has more to do with trust than being watched whilst in the throes of passion.” Glorfindel said as he felt the flicker of his desire begin to burn into a flame. Entwining Erestor’s legs in between his own, he writhed his hips wantonly against his lover’s, groaning with need as he felt Erestor’s cock grow hard against his thigh.
“Glorfindel, as much as I want to continue this, it is almost time for Celeborn and Galadriel to arrive, and since we are in part responsible for Elrond’s likely absence, I should be on hand to greet them,” Erestor said placing his hands against the naked chest and instead of pushing his lover away, he drew light circles around the quickly hardening nipples before taking each between his finger and thumb and squeezing.
“The messenger informed me that the party from Lothlorien will not be arriving until the morning. You are not going anywhere,” Glorfindel growled lustily in between gasps of pure ecstasy before putting his lips to better use and suckling on the soft flesh of Erestor’s neck. To ensure no escape was possible, not that Erestor was even thinking of attempting to, he covered his lover’s body with his own, forcing his legs apart so that he could rest in between them. Through eyes hooded with burning desire, Erestor saw Glorfindel reach for the oil.
“Take me, my love, please!” he begged.
“Not yet,” Glorfindel said as instead of the expected oil, he dripped a light coating of honey all the way down Erestor’s body from his neck, over the protruding nipples, into his navel and onto the head of the weeping cock, combining the two sweet fluids with the barest touch of his finger. Erestor arched at the touch, and his cries of need turned to moans and whimpers as sensuous delight as Glorfindel used his tongue to slowly lick the sweetness form his lover’s body.
After the first few licks of the moist tongue any resistance the advisor had planned on giving disappeared under the sensuous onslaught that left him writhing in sweat soaked want. The erotic act was so amazingly pleasurable that Erestor was totally incoherent by the time his lover’s teasing tongue and mouth had slowly began to suck the honeyed cum from his throbbing cock, and he came hard and fast, screaming Glorfindel’s name.
“That was incredible, my love,” he managed to say in a breathless whisper as he felt the strong arms about him once more, holding him until the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm had passed.
“Not as incredible as the feeling I get whenever you lose yourself so completely to me,” Glorfindel replied, raining soft kisses on the sweat covered brow.
“But what of you, my love. You have not yet found release. It is my turn to taste you.” Erestor whispered seductively, surprising Glorfindel by finding the strength to roll on top of him, and kissing him soundly as he reached for the honey pot.
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.
Chapter 6/?
The cold anger in Elrond’s voice had been matched by the steely glitter in his grey eyes and it had been obvious to all that the lord of Imladris was seething with the pain and fury of a hurt lover.
“If you will excuse me, I should make haste to speak with Elrond. It appears I have done something to earn his ire,” Thranduil said without taking his sorrow filled eyes from the now empty doorway. Jumping to conclusions and then foolishly storming angrily from your highly aroused lover’s bed without a word was certainly more than enough to incur his wrath.
“Aye, I believe that would be wise. Judging by his demeanour, Elrond is in a very bad temper. Here drink this before you go,” Glorfindel said as he poured another small measure of miruvor and handed it to Thranduil who accepted the cup and downed the contents in one gulp.
The silent exchange that had occurred between Erestor and Glorfindel confirmed that they both realised that Thranduil had discovered the phial, but remained unaware of their act of voyeurism and spoke of their regret that they were in part to blame for whatever had occurred between the lovers.
“I have seen many such storms raging in those eyes, but in my experience his anger usually passes quickly once the problem has been resolved,” Erestor said, offering what comfort he could without revealing what he and Glorfindel knew of the true relationship between the two. Now was definitely not the time to speak of such things.
“I have also had occasion to deal with an outraged Elrond,” Thranduil admitted with a forced smile as he turned and left the chamber.
In the early years of their relationship, the son of Oropher and the herald of the High King, who were both fiercely loyal to their respective leaders, and had often come into conflict over their differing viewpoints. However, they had never been able to stay angry with each other for long, their heated arguing quickly igniting the fires of passion and leading to intense and hard, almost disparate loving when all had been forgiven. Thranduil did not expect the forgiveness to come so easily this time, for questioning a lover’s fidelity caused a deep rift that would not be easily mended.
Keeping Elrond waiting would not help matters either, but Thranduil had only turned one corner when he realised he did not know how to find the study. He was about to go back and ask directions from Erestor when the sound of approaching voices saved him the trouble.
“Surely you jest. The healer would not dare speak so to Lord Glorfindel.,” one of the young voices said.
“I assure you he did, unless my ears no longer hear correctly,” the second elf replied with a chuckle.
”The healer actually said: ‘Another bottle, Lord Glorfindel? Already? It is barely the noon hour and I am certain I gave Lord Erestor enough oil yesterday to refill your phial several times. You two do realise that you can also sleep when in bed. Do you not?’” Both elves sniggered at the words repeated in the same disbelieving manner in which they had been delivered.
“Daring indeed, but what did Lord Glorfindel say to that?”
“He simply laughed and replied, ‘Aye, but the bed is not the only place I take my beloved. There is also the bath, the floor, his desk or Elrond's… to name but a few others.’”
More snickering ensued and Thranduil could not help but smile at the Balrog slayer’s brazenness and the looks of mortification on the young faces when they realised they had been caught gossiping about their lords.
“I have not heard your conversation,” Thranduil said indicating he did not intend to reprimand the two very relieved young elves. “I am a visitor here and need directions to Lord Elrond’s study. Would you be good enough to show me the way?”
“Of course my lord, this way,” said the one who recovered his composure first.
******************
“Do you think he accused Elrond of betrayal with you?” Erestor asked, resting his head on Glorfindel’s chest and snaking his arms about his lover’s waist. He felt the shaking of silent laughter and added his own.
“I do not know what happened, but you saw the look of hurt in Elrond’s eyes.” Glorfindel said as he tilted his lover’s head up so that he could see his face. Eretor favoured him with the sweet smile that he knew to be his alone, and that Glorfindel could not resist. He bent his head to meet the soft lips that eagerly opened to allow his tongue to plunge into the moistness beyond for a long, loving kiss. “I love you,” he whispered tenderly against the now slightly swollen lips when the kiss ended.
“I love you, too,” Erestor replied with equal affection as he settled back against the naked chest and listened to the sound of his lover’s heart beating. “Do you think we should go and speak with Elrond on Thranduil’s behalf?”
“Perhaps later, if the need arises. Give Thranduil some time to make amends for his false accusations. This is their problem, and it has more to do with trust than being watched whilst in the throes of passion.” Glorfindel said as he felt the flicker of his desire begin to burn into a flame. Entwining Erestor’s legs in between his own, he writhed his hips wantonly against his lover’s, groaning with need as he felt Erestor’s cock grow hard against his thigh.
“Glorfindel, as much as I want to continue this, it is almost time for Celeborn and Galadriel to arrive, and since we are in part responsible for Elrond’s likely absence, I should be on hand to greet them,” Erestor said placing his hands against the naked chest and instead of pushing his lover away, he drew light circles around the quickly hardening nipples before taking each between his finger and thumb and squeezing.
“The messenger informed me that the party from Lothlorien will not be arriving until the morning. You are not going anywhere,” Glorfindel growled lustily in between gasps of pure ecstasy before putting his lips to better use and suckling on the soft flesh of Erestor’s neck. To ensure no escape was possible, not that Erestor was even thinking of attempting to, he covered his lover’s body with his own, forcing his legs apart so that he could rest in between them. Through eyes hooded with burning desire, Erestor saw Glorfindel reach for the oil.
“Take me, my love, please!” he begged.
“Not yet,” Glorfindel said as instead of the expected oil, he dripped a light coating of honey all the way down Erestor’s body from his neck, over the protruding nipples, into his navel and onto the head of the weeping cock, combining the two sweet fluids with the barest touch of his finger. Erestor arched at the touch, and his cries of need turned to moans and whimpers as sensuous delight as Glorfindel used his tongue to slowly lick the sweetness form his lover’s body.
After the first few licks of the moist tongue any resistance the advisor had planned on giving disappeared under the sensuous onslaught that left him writhing in sweat soaked want. The erotic act was so amazingly pleasurable that Erestor was totally incoherent by the time his lover’s teasing tongue and mouth had slowly began to suck the honeyed cum from his throbbing cock, and he came hard and fast, screaming Glorfindel’s name.
“That was incredible, my love,” he managed to say in a breathless whisper as he felt the strong arms about him once more, holding him until the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm had passed.
“Not as incredible as the feeling I get whenever you lose yourself so completely to me,” Glorfindel replied, raining soft kisses on the sweat covered brow.
“But what of you, my love. You have not yet found release. It is my turn to taste you.” Erestor whispered seductively, surprising Glorfindel by finding the strength to roll on top of him, and kissing him soundly as he reached for the honey pot.