The Hands, The Hands

The Hands, The Hands
By Mieren

Celebrían had gone to Lothlórien to visit her family and the twins had accompanied her, supposedly for her protection on the journey from Imladris to the Golden Wood. Celeborn and Galadriel greeted their family warmly, throwing a banquet to welcome them to Lothlórien. The party had extended well into the night, wine flowing freely.

Cocking her head to the side, Galadriel excused herself, swooping out of the room with a strange expression on her face. Most of the guests had already retired for the night and few marked her passing. The twins and Celebrían followed shortly thereafter, separating in the halls to go to their personal talans. Feeling it was his duty as a host, Celeborn stayed well into the night, carefully nursing his red wine. He felt himself getting a little tipsy but was careful not to let himself get entirely drunk. When his ear tips had reached a fine shade of red, he excused himself and left the dining halls.

Celeborn gasped when he pushed open the door to his talan. Scented candles lined the room, decorating the bed frame, desks and even the windowsill. Rose petals were scattered around the room, pooling mostly on the bed. No one was in sight. A huge grin crossed Celeborn’s face at the knowledge that his wife was feeling spirited that night.

A blindfold passed over his eyes, silken cloth wrapping around his head. He tried to turn to the form behind him, but a hand at his shoulder stopped him, lips trailing over his neck. The hand at his shoulder slid to his wrist, pulling his arm behind his back. The other was tugged there as well, the firm grip on him leading him to his bed. Holding him at arm’s length, his captor circled him, deft fingers undoing his formal robes. His hands were pushed away every time he tried to reach for his wife and he finally gave up, letting himself be disrobed. If his wife wanted to be coy, he wouldn’t discourage her.

Slender hands tugged him to the bed and pushed him onto his back, pulling his hands upwards. He felt a silk tie slide around his wrists, binding him to the headboard. Similar ties slipped around his ankles, pulling his legs wide and tying the appendages securely to the bedposts. His brow furrowed a bit behind his blindfold.

“Galadriel?” he queried. He was kissed quickly in reassurance.

A lithe form swung one leg over him, straddling his hips. Celeborn let loose a shout and tried to jerk away when an erection pressed to his own. He was on the verge of screaming for assistance when a bored voice spoke. Recognizing the speaker, he stilled in shock.

“Loud, isn’t he?”

“Should we gag him as well?”

The twins, Celeborn realized with ire. He huffed indignantly. “Very funny. You’ve had your fun, now let me up.”

“Fun?” the twin atop him said, clearly amused. “Have we had our fun yet, brother?”

Celeborn opened his mouth to berate his grandsons when a thick mass of cloth was forced into his mouth, pulled tightly and secured behind his head. He started struggling again, wondering at the perversities of his own bloodline. At length, he decided that it was Elrond’s human influence that must have warped the pair.

The twin straddling his hips drew back slowly, dragging himself down Celeborn’s still erect length as he shifted to sit between his outstretched legs. The blond growled at him past the gag, trying to will away his erection. Fingers brushed his genitals tenderly, refusing to leg him go limp.

Smoke from the candles seemed too close suddenly and he shifted against his bonds, wary of what that might mean. Hot fire dribbled across his chest and he bucked at the pain, the heat slowly lowering to an acceptable level after a few seconds. The substance on his skin pulled from liquid to solid, pulling teasing at his skin as it hardened. Celeborn barely had time to recognize the searing heat as dribbled wax from one of the candles before it happened again, this time targeting a nipple. He let out a muffled cry and wriggled under the strangely erotic attention. The wax was moved to drizzle down the midline, circling his navel twice before dipping lower.

Cursing, he yanked against his bonds. The wax was a little too hot for skin to bear and he didn’t want it anywhere near his genitals. The candle changed hands, thankfully bypassing his erection and testicles to coat his inner thighs. Hands continued to sweep across his body, tickling delicately in contrast to the heat. The opposing feelings started to culminate and he trembled under the talented hands, unconsciously spreading his legs a little further and arching his hips up. At the movement, both the hands and the wax withdrew, drawing a strangled groan from behind his gag.

Gritting his teeth around the silk in his mouth, Celeborn swallowed what remained of his pride and lifted his hips into the air, trying to press against the twin between his thighs.

“Have you changed your mind, then?” a voice at the hollow of his throat asked. Celeborn hesitated, eventually nodding his head once in slow motion.

“You sure?” the other asked, blowing a breath across his erection with clear intent of taking it into his mouth if the blond submitted.

Groaning again, the ancient elf lord raised his hips pleadingly. His entreaty was accepted happily, a hot chamber taking in his straining cock. He spread his legs reflexively at the feeling, trying to enhance the sensations. The movement was misconstrued as an offer and fingers slicked with something he couldn’t identify slipped into his unprepared passage, trying to ready him for more. Celeborn went still, trying to pull away from the new sensation. The questing fingers followed, curling to press against something that had the poor blond crying out against his gag again. He sobbed in loss when the hand pulled away from him, pressing against the heated thickness that replaced it. The twin pressed into him gently and then went still, teasing the elf lord with the lack of motion.

Celeborn tried to press against the raven elf to force him to move, but was held still when the other straddled his hips and pressed down against his arousal. The blond obediently went still, his actions rewarded with a searing tight heat pressed around his length as the twin atop him speared himself. Panting a little at the newness of the twinned sensations, he held painfully still. After a few minutes, he decided that he disliked the stillness and bucked against his captors.

One set of hands immediately grabbed his hips and stilled him, the other set sweeping across his wax-streaked chest, massaging straining muscles and tweaking peaked nipples. Celeborn rasped his tongue at the gag, silently begging. The hands pulling at his nipples immediately pulled the binding cloth free, a mouth clashing with his almost before he realized that his tongue was free. Celeborn found that he had no need to move to achieve bliss. The twins each began graceful movements of their own, hips rocking in steady rhythms to pleasure themselves and him simultaneously.

The pleasure became too intense and Celeborn almost blacked out, dragged back to attention when searing heat pooled in the hollow of his throat. Drying wax dribbled down either side of his neck, causing him to groan against the mouth that seemed utterly content to suck on his lower lip. Even the burning wax couldn’t hold him for long and he arched one last time, emptying into the speared twin with a loud cry. Even as blackness claimed his waking mind, he could make out liquid heat splattering across his abdomen and filling his body, accompanied by vague sniggering.

When Celeborn came to, he glanced around groggily. There were no silken bonds, no candles, no rose petals. Nothing at all to prove that the twins had been there. He groaned and threw his head back, horrified that he would dream about violating his own grandchildren in such a fashion, ignoring the fact that they had done the ravishing. Trying to clear the lingering sensations from his person, he swiped one hand down his abdomen, going still when his roving fingers encountered tender regions of skin. Slowly, he sat up and peered at his form. Even in the darkness, he could make out reddened marks on his pale flesh. His eyes narrowed.

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Galadriel staggered away from her mirror, clutching at her abdomen at what she had seen in the silver basin. A silly grin alit her features. She’d have to admonish her husband for his lack of control in the morning.

Licking her lips eagerly, she promised herself that she’d subtly convince her spouse to set the three March Warden brothers to watch after the twins. If she was lucky, one of them would be caught by the overeager twins.

Still smiling in wanton delight, she stole back to her talan.

End.
I take requests for pairings, I really do. Someone said Celeborn and here he is. Sorry, but no female admissions will be allowed, as this is strictly slash. Please R&R!
And for the records, I’m not totally familiar with LotR, so someone please enlighten me, who on earth is Lindir? He’s been mentioned several times to me, but I’ve never read the books and honestly have no clue as to who he is.