The Fire Dance

Authors Note:

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MaelleConstance - Well you know, weapons need special care, cant leave
them unatended...they should be used often. *Snort*...:)

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The Fire Dance







Ch78





Thranduil locked the door as they entered their chamber, then growled
"Disrobe, tis time for a weapon's inspection!"

"Thran..."

"Are you disobeying a direct order? I am a King! Now disrobe!"

Elrond rolled his eyes as he lightly chuckled, then let his robe fall
to the floor and stood tall "I am ready for your inspection oh great
and powerful king!"

Thranduil smirked as he placed his hands behind his back and strolled
around Elrond, then pointed "And what is this! Look at that weapon of
yours...how are you to slay anything properly with a blunt
weapon...must I show you Again how to sharpen your blade?!"

Elrond arched his brow as he thought 'Ohhoo I think I may like this
little game', then cleared his throat "Aye oh great king, I fear that I
may need your assistance"

Thranduil dropped to his knees, then swiftly pulled Elornds member into
his mouth.

Releasing a soft moan, Elrond licked his lips "Oh...aye Thran..."

"Mwyemp"

*Pant* "Wh...what?"

Thranduil quickly released Elronds swiftly growing arousal and hissed
"Quiet", then returned the hardening flesh to his mouth.

Elrond tried to remain quiet, but suddenly swayed, then purred as he
placed his hand on the top of Thranduils head "I love...you...Thran..."

Releasing his member again, the elven king smiled at Elronds rigid
elfhood "Ahhh...now that is Much better, see how sharp your blade is
now?"

Elrond panted as he nodded, then gasped when Thranduil picked him up,
dropped him on the bed, then grabbed the jar of oil they kept on the
bed table...

"Now that your sword is sharpened, it needs to be oiled"

*Purrrr* "Aye Thran"

After coating Elronds hardened member with the oil, Thranduil laid back
and pulled Elrond on top of him as he spread his legs and growled
"Remember now Elrond, you should always keep your sword sharpened,
oiled...and sheathed"

*PantPurrr* "Who am I to argue with a king"

~*~*~

Once the adan had fallen asleep, Elladan and Elrohir entered the camp
and sat down. Picking up a stick, Elladan stoked the fire......

*How do you want to go about this Roh*

*You tie his hands behind his back, while I shove a rag in his mouth*

Elladan shook his head *You tie better knots then I do, you tie him and
I'll shove the rag in his mouth*

*Alright Ella, then what*

Elladan pondered for a moment, then sighed *I suppose we take him back
home*

*Must we? We could say a warg got him*

*Nay Roh, Adar would sense our lie you know that*

*Sigh*  *True. So it is settled then, we take him home and let
courtesan Aglar at him*

Elladan shuddered, then looked at the sleeping adan *He is going to
wish he Had been attacked by wargs*

Elrohir tilted his head *Tell me brother, do you know what Aglar did
before he became a courtesan?*

The elder twin shrugged *All I know, is that he was a warrior in the
Last Alliance, and took his orders from King Gil-Galad personally. I
believe he was a Shadow Stalker*

Elrohirs eyes widened *A...a Shadow Stalker? You mean one who...who...*

Elladan nodded seriously *Aye little brother, the one you send in when
you need a job done, and done quietly*

~*~*~

Glorduin dropped down next to Aglar and tried to catch his breath "That
was...amazing...you were so...tight and...wonderful"

*Snort* "Hannon le my lord, I am gladdened that you enjoyed the
experience"

The elven lord rolled onto his side and pulled the elf close "Nay
truly, you were so...you Are so strong and...well look at me, I am out
of breath and sweaty, I was never like this when I had Glorfindels
Naneth...and this felt Far more pleasurable"

Aglar smiled as he cuddled closer "Do you wish to continue with your
"lessons" then my lord?"

Glorduin nodded as he lightly kissed Aglars temple, then gave him a
squeeze "Oh aye...aye"



TBC.........................................................





Translations:

Naneth ---------------------------------------------- Mother

Adar ------------------------------------------------ Father

Adan ------------------------------------------------ Mortal man

Tul -------------------------------------------------- Come

Hannon le ------------------------------------------- Thank you