Spring In Rivendell

Title: Spring in Rivendell
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 7/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: This chapter NC-17
Warnings: Slash, a rather rare view on elf sexuality, mpreg, and forgive my terrible attempts at elvish.
Summery: It's spring time in the valley
Disclaimer: Don't sue. All I got are college loans, and this isn't
helping to pay them off.

Erestor awoke, feeling warm and comfortable. He did not have to move to look out the window, and at his best guess there was about three more hours left until sunset and the beginning of the third night of the festival. Erestor snuggled deeper into the mattress and sighed contentedly. Then he noticed that the head he had been staring over was *blond*. Taking a better look at the elf cradling him, he realized that the Balrog-Slayer had suddenly become his newest bed partner. A Balrog-Slayer sporting a heavily bruised neck and a split lip. He also realized that a very warm Elrond was pressed up against his back, and apparently he liked it there judging from the hard ridge of flesh nestled in between his buttocks.

He realized that he was about a day and a half pregnant, and he started to get his hopes up. Like all ellian, he knew the sorrows that pregnancy could cause. Ellian had the highest number of miscarriages in elvendom, and no healer seemed to be able to do anything about it. The babes were always lost in the first two or three days from conception, and Erestor was counting the minutes until those first couple of days were over.

Sending a quick prayer to the Valar to keep his babe safe, he began to untangle himself from the pile of arms and legs he seemed to be buried under. Amazingly, he managed to remove himself from the bed without waking either of the two remaining occupants. He watched as the dark-haired lord and the golden warrior moved closer together, and folded arms and legs around each other in the absence of the one that had been between them. Erestor smiled. They looked so sweet together.

His stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him that it had been nearly two days since he had eaten last. Grabbing one of Elrond’s robes, he made his way down to the kitchens, happy that no pain resurfaced between his legs as he walked. The place was emptied, being that everyone was preparing themselves for the festivities. The cook staff had little to do during the week, as food mostly consisted of fresh fruits and vegetables, and meat that was cooked enmasse in large cooking pits. Busying himself in the cupboards, he found a large helping of sweetcakes, strawberries, honey for dipping, and sweet cream that the cook made for special occasions. Looking at his plate, Erestor chuckled. Sweets, sweets and more sweets. Was he having cravings already? Even if he wasn’t, he could always blame his indulgence of the fact that he was pregnant. In fact, he could blame everything he did now on the fact that he was pregnant. He decided he liked that idea as he dug into his meal.

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Not much later, Erestor had made it back to his rooms. Silently, he stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at the two entwined elves that lay upon it. They looked so beautiful together, his dark Lord and his golden Seneschal. He smiled, rubbing his abdomen absently.

“Do you know how lucky you are little one? You will have two Adas to watch over you, and I will be your Ama [Male-Mother. I made this word up because I thought is sounded like something a little kid would say.] Not every elfling has two Adas and an Ama.” A tear slid down his cheek. “You just need to hang on a couple more days, pen-neth. Then all will be well. Just a couple more days.” He gazed at the sleeping elves for a few more moments, then glanced out the window at the sun that hung lower in the sky. The advisor went to the bathroom, and ran a hot bath, adding an oil scented of cinnamon and apples. He went to the door and arranged himself to be as fetchingly as possible. He leaned against the doorway, one leg bent with the foot resting on the door frame. He let the robe he had been wearing slip down to catch on his elbows. He arranged his hair to make it as provocative as possible, and then called to the elves on the bed. They ‘humphed’ and ‘hmmmd’ as they began to awaken, then, when both sets of eyes cleared they looked to the vision of libidinous excess gracing the bathroom door.

“Would you two like a bath?” he asked in a sensuous purr as he disappeared back into the bathroom. Elrond and Glorfindel practically fell over each other to get to the bathroom first. Both ended in a tangle of arms, legs and sheets on the floor. Untangling themselves as fast as immortally possible, they were soon racing to the bathroom.

Entering the room, they both paused to gaze at a very naked, and very wet Erestor sensually sliding into the steaming water.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Well, are you not going to join me?”

Once again there was a flurry of activity as the Lord and Seneschal entered the bath with their exotic little Advisor. Elrond pressed his front against Erestor’s back as Glorfindel took the advisor’s front. He claimed the smaller elf in a gentle kiss, using only his lips. He drew back, and Elrond turned the Councilor’s head to place another sweet kiss on his lips.

“I could get used to this,” uttered the Advisor.

The other two laughed, gliding slick hands down the dark, wet skin both yearned to taste, touch, and possess.

“How do you always keep a tan? Without tan lines, no less? You’re always in doors, and you always were robes….” Elrond mused.

“Yes, truly. How do you do it?” Glorfindel queried, gesturing to the tan lines caused by hours spent training in the sun. His forearms were white where his bracers went, his upper arms and chest were tanned a deep bronze that stopped where the waist band of his leggings would be.

Erestor smirked. “I sunbathe on my balcony in the nude.”

Both elves sat slack jawed, envisioning a nude Erestor bathed in sunlight.

“After all these years, isolated from others, you still keep up a tan?” Elrond asked, puzzled.

“I don’t do it for the tan. I just like to lay naked in the sun, and no one can see me when I lay on my balcony since I have a solid wall instead of a balustrade.”

“Ohhhh, you naughty little minx! What would the people say if they knew that the cold, distant Chief Councilor sunbathed in the nude? On his balcony, no less!” laughed Glorfindel.

“Probably the same thing they said when they saw the cold, distant Chief Councilor give the Lord of the valley a lap dance at the Spring Festival,” smirked Erestor.

All three laughed at the commentary, and finally began to wash each other, delighting in each other’s bodies and soothing the hurts that Elrond and Glorfindel still sported. Glorfindel was tending the bite wound on Elrond’s neck, with Erestor pressed close behind him when he heard the advisor whisper in his ear, “Oh, yes. That reminds me…” Sharp teeth sunk into his neck and Glorfindel jumped, letting out a startled yip.

"Quite the little fire ball, isn't he?" Elrond asked in an echo of what Glorfindel had said after looking at Elrond’s claiming mark. Glorfindel simply growled at him, and Elrond giggled.

Satisfied, Erestor released the abused flesh and licked it clean of blood. “Now you’re mine, too.”

The golden warrior turned to glare at Erestor. “Couldn’t have warned me, could you?”

Erestor smiled sweetly. “Nope. Takes all the fun out of it.”

Elrond finally stopped laughing long enough to suggest they leave the bath and ready for themselves for the festival.

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After a night of revelry and merry-making, a laughing, kissing trio of elves once more entered Elrond’s rooms.

They fell upon the bed, slowly divesting each other of the already small amount of clothing they wore. Languorously, Erestor licked and nibbled his way over Elrond’s body. From head to foot and back again he went, while Glorfindel did his own exploration of Erestor’s body.

“You will drive me mad if you keep this up,” rumbled Elrond, his voice husky with passion.

“I missed out on this part the last time, and I don’t intend on missing out a second time. You are delicious.” Erestor gave his Lord a sexy little smile and went back to his torturing.

Glorfindel, finally getting his fill of touching Erestor as he pleased, looked at Elrond over the smaller elf’s body and smiled conspiratorially. He wet an index finger in his mouth, giving Elrond a show of it. Erestor, being completely oblivious as he ravaged Elrond’s body, flung his head back and yelped as that slick finger entered his already wet passage.

“Oh, Valar,” moaned Glorfindel as he felt the slick, hot passage massage his finger. “You’re already so wet for us, little one. So ready for one of us to take you. Would you like that, nya-venesse? To have one of us take you…or maybe both?”

Erestor moaned and shuddered at the words, and felt himself become even more wet as Glorfindel added another finger. Glorfindel then removed his fingers, and before Erestor could protest, replaced them with the fingers of his other hand. Using his now thoroughly wetted digits, he pushed one inside of the dark elf’s anus. Erestor tensed and shivered violently, feeling open, vulnerable, and completely possessed.

“Elrond,” his voice was pleading, what he was pleading for, Erestor did not know. However, Elrond seemed to know as he guided the shivering elf to lay on top of him and held him in a fierce embrace.

“I have you, nya-lisse. If it becomes too much, we will stop,” Elrond murmured soothingly. Erestor nodded, and relaxed under Glorfindel’s sensual onslaught.

“Elrond,” Glorfindel caught his Lord’s attention. “Where do you keep the oil?”

Elrond smiled and reached to the bedside table without moving from under Erestor. He fished out the vial that contained the oil he used on his hands to keep them supple. “Use this.” He tossed the vial to Glorfindel, who caught it deftly, and then the Lord went back to rubbing soothing circles on Erestor’s lower back and whispering sweet nothings into his delicately pointed ear. Glorfindel removed the finger that had been thrusting in and out of Erestor’s back passage, and, removing the cork, coated his fingers in the oil from the vial.

“This may cause some pain, little one. Tell me if it is too much.” He slid two fingers into the tight, hot back passage as slowly as he could, wanting to prepare his lover thoroughly. Erestor cried out as the mild discomfort he had been feeling became a splitting pain.

“Stop. Please, stop a moment,” Erestor pleaded. Glorfindel immediately stilled his movements, allowing Erestor some time to adjust. Elrond, realizing that both of Glorfindel’s hands were occupied, snaked one hand between himself and Erestor. He grasped the still hard organ that was pressing against his abdomen and began to stroke it rhythmically. Slowly Erestor felt the pain fade away, and gave his ascent for Glorfindel to continue. Soon, he was thrusting forward into Elrond’s hand and thrusting backwards onto Glorfindel’s fingers, which now numbered three in both passages.

Glorfindel again removed his fingers from Erestor, and, taking hold of Elrond’s erection, guided it to a soft, slick entrance. Elrond thrust upwards, impaling the raven haired elf above him. Erestor lifted his whole upper body off of Elrond as his back arched, “Elrond…Oh my love…Valar…oh Valar….”

Glorfindel coated his own hard member with the oil and fluids from his hands. He moved up behind the elf in front of him, and he slowly thrust himself inside Erestor’s back passage.

Erestor stilled when he was completely, utterly filled by his beloved Lord and Seneschal. “So…Oh….I…so much…Valar…” the dark beauty sobbed brokenly, overwhelmed by the feelings and emotions coursing through him. Tears began to run down Erestor’s cheeks as he was completely filled with not only the erections of his beloved, but also their love and devotion to him. Glorfindel then showed his strength by lifting the smaller elf up and lowering him back down on both members, angling himself to pin Erestor’s prostate between his and Elrond’s members. As he came down upon the hard flesh inside of him, Erestor felt a mind-blinding, shattering ecstasy take over his body as something inside of him was rubbed forcefully on both sides. This, combined with Elrond’s hand moving over his member pushed him over the edge. He screamed his completion to the skies, throwing his head back and releasing a stream of pearly essence over Elrond’s fist.

Elrond and Glorfindel could barely hold back their releases as Erestor’s orgasm caused both channels to clench and pulse around their over sensitized members. They hung on desperately, not wanting to end their lovemaking so soon. Determinedly, they staved off their release as Erestor very slowly began to come back to the real world, and felt the still hard members throbbing inside of him.

“More,” he breathed, looking into Elrond’s storm-cloud eyes.

nya-venesse: my beauty (Quenya)
nya-lisse: my sweet (Quenya)