Isolation

Part 7…

Lindir held his breathe as Elrond moved towards him, panicking as he realized that the half-elf had most assuredly perceived his problem. Oh he had never been so humiliated in his entire existence. He’d been fantasizing about his Lord for nearly twelve years and up until now had never been in such close proximity to him for such an extended period of time, making it much easier to conceal his desire. But now that Elrond had figured out his problem he was frozen with horror. His horror quickly turned to bewilderment as Elrond reached his side and gentlppedpped his chin. Bewilderment changed to disbelief as Elrond bent forward and placed a soft, sweet kiss on his lips. Lindir floundered as Elrond pulled back, gauging his reaction.

“Wha… I…uh…” So much for the powers of speech, he sounded like a retarded cave troll.

“I want you Lindir.” The softly spoken declaration halted his attempts at articulating his thoughts, whatever they were and caused him to lock gazes with the silver-grey of his Lord, seeing passion, lust and need in them. Need, for him. With a shuddering release of breathe he stretched forwards, licking his lips. Taking the cue Elrond swooped in slanting his mouth against the minstrels own. Slipping his tongue into the moist cavern of Lindirs mouth he allowed his need to dictate his actions. Encouraged by Lindirs more than willing response he buried his hands in the thick auburn hair and pushed the troubadour back into the chair, practically devouring the petal soft lips in his hunger. Wrenching himself away from the divine being sent to tempt him he clung to the tattered remnants of his control before he succumbed to this driving passion and took Lindir across the table, not that it looked like the other elf would be protesting over much, but he drew the line a ravishing a first time lover in the library were anyone could walk in and discover them.

“My rooms?”

Not about to let an opportunity such as this pass him by Lindir nodded eagerly and stood to follow Elrond as he left the library, noting with some satisfaction the elf Lord seemed hard pressed not to run down the corridor. Finally reaching their destination Elrond glanced over his shoulder, fixing his lust darkened gaze on his soon to be lover before pushing open the door and dragging the younger elf into his rooms.

As soon as the door was closed Lindir found himself engulfed by a whirlwind of hands, lips and body, which was determined to rob him of all thought and cause him to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. So far Elrond was doing a spectacular job. Allowing the half-elf to guide him they slowly moved deeper into Elronds chambers, steadily making their way towards the bed.


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This was ridiculous. Err fur fumed silently as Glorfindel shifted, again! They had retired to the inadequately sized bed roll almost an hour ago and he still had yet to enter reverie. Used to sleeping with his knees bent he was finding it bothersome to lay on his side, with his legs straight and a fidgety Balrog slayer at his back. Letting out a sigh of exasperation he diligently concentrated on calming images, hoping to eventually drop off into sleep. Glorfindel shifted again. *Aurgh* Why couldn’t the blasted warrior get comfortable or at least exercise some control and hold still. Glorfindel moved again. That was it; he was not going to lay here and…wha… he started in surprise as Glorfindel scrambled out of the bed roll and kneeled over Erestors befuddled form.

“This is not working Erestor.” Tired and irritable and suffering from lack of sleep already Erestor just glared at the golden warrior in response.

“I have an idea.” When all Erestor did was continue to glare at him he decided action was needed. Moving back into the bedroll he proceeded to implement his idea. With much fumbling and physical man-handling he maneuvered Erestor into the desired position. Finally satisfied with the new sleeping arrangement he sighed. This was much better, and with that thought he drifted off into reverie.

Erestor lay tense against Glorfindel. The presumptuous warrior had jostled him around until they lay facing each other; Erestor quite securely cuddled against the warriors’ chest. Realizing that although it was not the perfect solution it would allow them both to rest comfortably he stifled is objections, which would have fallen on deaf ears anyway as Glorfindel was already asleep. Relaxing he shifting slightly so as to align himself more cozily into his bedmates’ side he curled his legs, as a result intertwining them with Glorfindels and followed the warrior into the land of dreams.

TBC…