Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (7/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
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 7/?

Thranduil knocked hesitantly on the door, and entered the study ready to offer his understandably irate lover a full explanation and hopefully be forgiven for his foolish moment of irrational jealousy. There was no question that Elrond was furious with him, but the greeting he received was more ferocious than even he imagined it would be.

Taking him by the shoulders, Elrond pushed Thranduil against the door, causing it to slam it shut with the weight of their bodies. The lord of Imladris then deftly reached behind the stunned king to lock it, making escape impossible. He grabbed a handful of the golden hair and pulled Thranduil’s head forward so that he could take his lips in a fiercely passionate kiss that deepened when the now highly aroused king eagerly allowed his lover’s tongue to ravish his mouth. Thranduil’s eyes widened and glittered darkly with lust as he felt Elrond’s other hand reach into his leggings and none too gently take hold of his hardening cock.

Surprised by, but more than willing to fully participate in the lustful attack, Thranduil enfolded his lover in his arms and writhed wantonly against him. He could feel Elrond’s heart beating as wildly as his own, and the mere thought of the hard, fast loving he was anticipating was nearly enough to bring him undone.

“Do you want me, Thranduil? Is your body aflame with the need to feel my hardness thrusting deep within you?” Elrond’s seductive voice whispered against the lips he released so that he could suck on the sensitive soft skin of his lover’s neck.

“Aye…please…. more… by the Valar Elrond, I want you so much,” Thranduil whimpered as he thrust desperately into his lover’s hand, not noticing the smile of evil delight on Elrond’s face.

“Make no mistake, I crave nothing more than to take my pleasure in you, but not until you satisfy my need to hear the explanation for your recent unpleasant behaviour, my love” Elrond’s words brushed against the tip of Thranduil’s ear, carried on his warm breath. Shivers of pure ecstasy coursed through his body and, needing completion, he began to tear at Elrond’s clothes. “Do not be so impatient, I mean what I say,” Elrond said sternly, only his still present anger at his harsh treatment earlier enabling him to hide his own reluctance to step out of Thranduil’s reach and take refuge in the chair behind his desk. Thranduil groaned loudly and took a few deep breaths to try and regain his composure. Elrond’s fury remained unabated, but rather than rage like a storm he had chosen the more subtle approach, his words and actions cutting like sharp, cold steel.

“I should have known you would seek some form of revenge. The punishment certainly fits the crime,” Thranduil said looking down at his engorged and weeping cock and sighing with frustration as he slumped into the chair opposite. A frown of slight annoyance creased his brow when he noticed Elrond was watching with some amusement as his very aroused lover tried to find a comfortable position.

“I am nothing if not fair, as you well know. Now please enlighten me as to why you saw fit to seduce me then leave me with a mithril hard cock and no word of explanation,” Elrond said, his demeanour turning more serious and his anger to sarcasm.

“In a word? Jealousy.” Thranduil said with a sad smile, regretting that he had ever doubted his lover.

“This is no time for humour, Thranduil,” Elrond responded sharply.

“I am well aware of that. Elrond, but neither was your jest about mistaking me for Glorfindel. When I saw this phial on the shelf, I mistakenly assumed it was the same one Erestor removed from my bathing chamber. I thought that the Balrog slayer had taken my place in your bed,” Thranduil explained, placing the offending item on the desk. Elrond nodded thoughtfully.

“It is the same as the one I gave Glorfindel, but it has never even been filled until the day I learned you had finally accepted my invitation to visit Imladris.,” Elrond said his eyes sparkling briefly with mirth and desire that matched those of his lover’s.

“I have missed you, my love. Even a day away from you is far too long,” Thranduil said softly as he reached across the desk to take Elrond’s hand.

“I know, and I missed you, very much, but we had our wives’ and children’s feelings to consider as well these past few centuries,” Elrond replied as he squeezed the hand that held his. “However, we are together now, so let us try and resolve our present problem. I accept that my ill conceived attempt at a jest did not help matters, but we have been lovers a very long time, Thranduil, and our love runs as soul deep as that between Erestor and Glorfindel. How could you possibly believe I would betray your trust?” The hurt in the beloved voice was as a knife in Thranduil’s heart and he stood and walked around the desk to kneel at Elrond’s side.

“You are so utterly desirable that I know there are many here who would offer to warm your bed,” Thranduil said, his heart aching at the very thought.

“Perhaps, but Glorfindel and Erestor are not among them.”

“So I discovered when I accused Glorfindel of betraying my friend.”

“That was a courageous, but perhaps foolish move. Erestor handles a sword quite well, you know,” Elrond’s tone was light and he was pleased to elicit a snicker from his clearly distraught lover.

“They were both more amused than annoyed, and made it quite plain how mistaken I was. Are they always so openly affectionate?” Thranduil asked out of curiosity.

“Sometimes they seem to have trouble keeping their hands off each other, especially when Glorfindel returns from an extended patrol as he has just done. For the next few days we can expect to see very little of them, but when we do no doubt there will be kisses and touches aplenty. ‘Tis really a beautiful sight to behold two so utterly devoted to one another,” replied Elrond with obvious envy for those able to freely express their love.

“I can certainly understand that, I feel the same about you. Even now I want nothing more than to finish what we both started,” Thranduil said. Elrond drew him into his lap and offered him his lips in a long, sweet kiss.

“I love you, Thranduil,” he said tenderly as he stroked his lover’s soft cheek. It was a gentle touch but it still sent fire coursing through Thranduil’s veins, as did even the smallest smile from his beloved.

“I love you so much Elrond. Please believe that in my heart I know you would never betray me, nor would I you, but of late I have to admit that my judgment has become clouded. Just as the rising evil has begun to enshroud my beloved Greenwood in its murky shadow, so have dark dreams begun to invade my reverie.”

“I thought I felt something amiss when you arrived, a hint of disquiet disturbing your inner thoughts. What kind of dreams?” Concerned eyes gazed into the windows of his lover’s inner self, offering love and comfort to the troubled spirit within.

“Painful ones. Often I awake in tears as I feel my heart breaking when my pleas for my lover to not leave me are ignored as he walks away with some misty figure. I could not bear to lose you to another.”

“I love you too deeply to ever allow that to happen, although to be honest, I too have dreams of leaving you but only to sail into the West. Perhaps you feel the echoes of these through our bond.”

“Aye, that might be so,” Thranduil agreed with a nod. “Am I forgiven for my rash conclusions and my foolish accusations?”

“Not quite. Rid your gorgeous body of the garments hiding it from my sight and then bend over and take your punishment.” Elrond demanded huskily as he reached for the phial. Moments later Thranduil was disrobed, his chest resting on the desk, legs spread wide apart to expose the opening that more than welcomed the deep, hard strokes of Elrond’s now slick and glistening cock as he thrust into his lover.

Like the sighs and moans that accompanied the movement, the rhythm was at first slow and languorous, allowing both to fully savour the joining of their bodies, becoming harder, faster and increasingly erratic as the exquisitely pleasurable tension of impending orgasm began to build, until the pressure was released in mind blowing ecstasy. Two voices screamed their pleasure at once, each shouting the other’s name before their lips met in a heated but tenderly loving joining.

For several minutes, the fully sated but totally drained lovers lay slumped across the desk, unable to do anything other than pant breathlessly, and exchange words of love.

“Do you know that I want nothing more than to be able to wake in your arms,” Thranduil told Elrond.

“Then stay with me in my chambers. The need for secrecy diminishes with the passing of time, but my need for you increases the more we are together,” Elrond said as he gently brushed away few strands of gold from Thranduil’s beautiful face.

“I need you too, my love. Waking in your arms has always been one of my most fervent desires as well.”

The sweet kiss that followed was broken when the startled lovers glanced when someone knocked on the door. In the incoherency born of lusty and need, neither had considered the need for secrecy remained, and Elrond was grateful that the at least had managed to lock the door.

“Elrond, are you in there?” Erestor’s well known voice called. Thranduil put his hand over his lover’s mouth in a playful attempt to silence him but Elrond simply kissed the soft palm and lifted it away.

“He has a key,” Elrond whispered and Thranduil nodded his understanding and they both quickly dressed.

“Aye, King Thranduil and I are still involved in that important discussion,” he called through the closed door.

“Well, we certainly do not wish to interrupt, but I must remind you that you are both required in the dining hall in the next hour,” Erestor replied, putting his fingers to his lips to silence the laughter he could see ready to escape from Glorfindel when Elrond answered with his thanks for the reminder.

“Discussion indeed. Those were not screams of anguish over a difference of opinion or the like that we, and probably half the population of Imladris just heard,” Glorfindel scoffed.

“Nay, but they certainly enjoyed their ‘talk’. Are we that loud?” Erestor asked, taking Glorfindel’s arm as they continued on to the kitchen where Erestor was going to make the final checks on his staff before the banquet. It was a subject he had never really thought about before.

“I can not really say, although I have heard some comments to the effect that it might suit the peace of Imladris better were our chambers in the caves in the forest,” Glorfindel replied with a smile and a playful swat of his lover’s adorable behind.

“Settle down, Glorfindel, we will have plenty of time to test our voices later. I think I shall I ask the cook to put extra honey pots on the table,” Erestor commented with a mischievous wink.

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Thranduil and Elrond were the last to arrive at the dining hall, both in an extremely relaxed mood as they moved about the tables exchanging greetings and words of welcome with friends and acquaintances that had also come for the Midsummer celebrations.

“I think we are the only ones who know of their afternoon tryst,” Erestor said as he watched the secret lovers socialise.

“Unless one happens to look a little closer at Elrond. If I am not mistaken, he has a very poorly hidden passion mark on his neck,” Glorfindel said, inclining his head in greeting as Elrond and Thranduil took their places at the table.

“I can even see the teeth marks,” Erestor whispered to Glorfindel.

“But not the ones from this morning, I will wager,” Glorfindel commented. “I wonder that Elrond can actually sit on the bruises we saw Thranduil make!”

“Hush Glorfindel!” Erestor commanded, not wishing for such lewd comments about the king to be heard.

“Make me!” the seneschal dared with a wicked gleam in his eye that quickly vanished when Erestor kissed him breathless.

“You two are looking radiant this evening. The healthy glow of much physical activity gives a lovely colour to your cheeks,” Elrond said, ever willing to take the opportunity to tease to his advisor and his seneschal.

“Activity that is apparently not confined to their chambers, as I understand Glorfindel told the healers,” added Thranduil joining in the fun. Glorfindel laughed out loud at the jest that only he and Thranduil understood.

“Share the joke, my love,” Erestor entreated. Glorfindel quickly related his brief encounter with the healers and all who heard laughed merrily. Only Elrond remained silent, his eyebrow raised in indignation.

“You have made love on my desk! That is really going too far. I insist that you refrain from dong so in the future,” he said in all seriousness, even though he and Thranduil ad just done the very same thing. Elrond decide he needed to find a reason to make Thranduil stay longer, some of the places Glorfindel mentioned indeed sounded quite interesting. Elrond laughed silently as the untrue but nonetheless amusing thought suddenly occurred that Glorfindel only went on patrol so that he could return and enjoy the attentions of his lover more frequently.

“Does that mean we can not use your armchair as well?” Glorfindel asked with regret.

“Ai, you are insufferable, Glorfindel!” Elrond declared.

“Insatiable is the word I would use,” Erestor whispered as he lightly ran his hand along his lover’s thigh. “Pass the honey, please Glorfindel,” he asked out loud as his hand rested on his lover’s limp member. The mention of honey had the desired effect and Erestor smiled invitingly at his lover, licking his lips seductively and making Glorfindel wish the meal was already over.

“Tell me, Glorfindel, when exactly did you visit the healers today?” Thranduil asked after giving the matter some thought. He had not yet decided why Erestor had been so eager to remove the phial and in fact had tried to conceal its presence from him, he realised on reflection.

“Just before you arrived,” the seneschal replied with a distracted shrug as he caught Erestor’s hand and moved it up and down the hardening bulge between his legs.

“That means that you and Erestor were using my chambers when I arrived,” Thranduil said as he worked the details out in his mind. He knew the phial was full just before he arrived, and empty when Erestor came to claim it not long after Elrond had left, so it must have been used… Thranduil’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“What is wrong, Thranduil?” Elrond asked as he noticed the shocked expression on his lover’s face.

“They were in my chamber the same time we were,” Thranduil whispered.

“Watching us, you mean?” Elrond whispered back. He could hardly credit his two most respected friends would so such a thing but the evidence seemed to point that way. Thranduil nodded, but it was Elrond who asked the question.

“Why was your phial in Thranduil’s chambers?” he asked Glorfindel.

“I accidentally left it there,” the seneschal replied truthfully.

“When? This morning ?”

“Aye.”

“Were you there when Thranduil arrived?”

“Soon after. I went to tell Erestor the King had arrived and he convinced me to help him clean the chambers. He makes a seductive little chamber maid, I might add,” Glorfindel said, trying to add a little levity to the serious tone of the conversation that was heading in a direction neither he nor Erestor were pleased to see.

“No doubt and I imagine that is why your empty phial was found there,” Thranduil remarked.

“A distinct possibility,” Glorfindel agreed with a smile of encouragement for Erestor who was now looking very concerned.

“I think we have established that Glorfindel and I were making love in Thranduil’s chambers this morning. It was certainly a popular place for such activities,” Erestor said hoping his subtle barb would not be lost on Elrond and Thranduil. To his secret delight but outward dismay, Glorfindel could not resist a more straightforward approach.

“Indeed, one couple actually kicked the locked door open in their eagerness to enter.”

Elrond quickly discovered that it was not only ‘physical activities’ that could cause a rosy hue to one’s cheeks.

“It is becoming rather warm in here, shall we take a walk in the garden?” he said to Thranduil who quickly nodded assent. “I include you two in the invitation,” Elrond said curtly to Erestor and Glorfindel in the tone of voice that indicated he clearly was not amused.