Frozen in Time (A Collection of Drabbles)

Sandbox

Erestor dug his fingers into the fine white sand, searching for leverage against the pounding thrusts. “This is insane, melethen,” he gasped, even as his body pressed backward instinctively, taking his lover deeper. “If...if... the gwanûn should...aaaah... come into the...Elbereth... play yard...”

Glorfindel chuckled hoarsely, one hand leaving Erestor’s hip to pull roughly at the dark elf’s leaking erection, his rhythm becoming erratic as the pressure began to build low in his belly. “They...are...nnngh...with...uuuuh...Lindir...music...oh, gods...”

With a final savage thrust, Glorfindel threw his head back and howled his release to the winds, his cry becoming an exultant shriek as his lover’s muscles clenched around him, Erestor’s silvery seed spilling in thick ropes across the glistening sand.

The dark elf collapsed bonelessly, his head pillowed on the wooden seat of the sandbox, as his lover dropped wearily beside him. Dark eyes met sapphire blue, and an ebony eyebrow arched wryly. “That was lovely, but I do not care to explain to Elrond why I have sand in my hair and splinters in my ear. To the river?”

“Aye,” Glorfindel agreed with a grin, rising slowly to his feet. “To the river.”

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Elladan plopped down in the sandbox, shovel and pail at the ready. “Hurry, ‘Roh!” he ordered. “We do not have much time.”

“I am ready,” Elrohir assured his twin, reaching for his own shovel. “Do you think we can reach Valinor before the nooning?”

The small brow furrowed in thought. “Aye, if we dig fast. Hand me my....ewww...get up ‘Roh, quick!

The twins jumped out of the sandbox and ran for the gardens and their father, two shrill voices shattering the morning’s quiet. “Aaaaadaaaa! Ada! The rabbits have been in our sandbox again!”

The End