Spring In Rivendell

Title: Spring in Rivendell
Author: Lynsey
Beta: Spell-check
Chapter: 8/?
Pairings: Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/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.

“Yes, beloved. We will give you more…” Elrond whispered.

Glorfindel lifted Erestor until the Advisor’s back was against his chest. Elrond sat up and pressed himself chest the chest with Erestor. Erestor straddled the legs of both elves, still impaled on their formidable members. They held each other tightly and began to rock slowly, sweetly.

“I love you both so much,” Erestor moaned. “Never leave me. Be with me forever.”

“Always, meleth. Never will I leave you…now that I finally have you,” Glorfindel promised.

“I never have left you, and I never will. I love you. Both of you,” Elrond said passionately.

Erestor leaned his head back against Glorfindel’s shoulder, and the golden warrior leaned down to place his claiming mark on Erestor’s neck opposite of Elrond’s. Erestor shuddered and moaned at the sharp pain. Elrond bowed his back and took one of Erestor’s dark nipples in his mouth, suckling furiously. Erestor’s back bowed, caught between Glorfindel’s mouth on his throat and his Lord’s mouth on his aching bud. All he could do was shout and shudder as he was taken.

“So sensitive,” Elrond breathed against Erestor’s chest. “So beautiful.”

Glorfindel released his hold, satisfied that Erestor was now marked forever as his own. Their rocking motion continued, moving slowly against and within. Taking and giving, wrapping their very souls together into one, single, shining band of light. Erestor felt the wetness of Glorfindel’s tears on his shoulder and half turned to place a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Elrond leaned over Erestor’s shoulder, and he kissed the swollen lips.

“We have you Glorfindel. We love you,” Elrond pledged.

“Yes, meleth,” confirmed Erestor. “Always. Always we will love you. Bind with us, beloved…let us feel your soul within us
Held so tightly within each other’s arms, they could barely move. The tender rocking was the only motion of their bodies, but it was enough. They rode each other to their completion in both body and spirit, crying out to each other in their passion.

Spent, the trio collapsed to one side, still holding each other closely. Tears of strong emotion escaped their eyes, and whispered words of love and devotion filled quiet morning air about them.

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“We make our way to Rivendell at first light,” Galadriel informed her servants. “Be sure all is prepared.”

As the elves scurried away, Celeborn came in from the balcony and regarded his wife closely. “Are you sure of what you saw in the mirror, Galadriel?”

“Of course. Never have I been steered wrong.”

“I still find it hard to believe that the Peredhil Lord is dead.”

“I saw his dead body, husband mine. His Captain stood over him with a bloody dagger. The message was clear.”

Celeborn shook his head. “How do you know this was not simply something that may come to pass? It may have only been one path among many.”

Galadriel gave her husband a condescending look. “I know what my mirror reveals to me. I would not be deceived so easily. We will ride to Imladris and claim it as our own. The reborn slayer has no idea how to run a realm, and the valley will fall easily. He may just hand it over to us, being as all he wanted was that little sprat of a councilor Elrond insisted on keeping around.”

Celeborn sighed and turned away. Since the attack on their daughter, Galadriel had held Elrond, Imladris, and all of its inhabitants in the darkest of her thoughts. She blamed them all for the loss of their only child, and was determined to make them pay for it. With Elrond gone, there would be a large disruption in the hierarchy, and chaos would reign until the new Lord learned to rule. Elrond had so far foiled all of her attempts at revenge. He had been a warrior, cunning leader, and he had held Vilya, thus he was able to block her in nearly every attempt at vengeance the Lady had concocted.

Galadriel laughed. “Yes, we will have Imladris, and then I will punish them all as I see fit.”

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The Spring Festival had ended, and Erestor had danced as Elrond had asked on the final night. The exotic advisor was the most desired creature on Arda during that dance, and a minor scuffle had ensued after an over ambitious guard had grabbed Erestor and tried to have his way with him. Not only had Erestor nearly castrated him, but an extremely pissed off Elrond and equally enraged Glorfindel had shown the young pup his place.

Erestor was currently curled up in his chair in the office he shared with Elrond. He was nearly naked, as was his want in recent days, and Elrond was having trouble concentrating on any task he tried to pursue. Glorfindel faired little better, as he was taking many extended breaks throughout the day so he could visit his two new husbands.

Concentrating solely on the scroll in his hand, Erestor had no idea what a sensual picture he presented to Elrond. The advisor had one leg tucked underneath him, a hip wrap his only clothing. He was absently running the feather of his quill over his body. The soft feather gently caressed under his chin, down his throat baring its claiming scars, across a muscled chest and taunt, perky nipples, over a defined bicep…

Elrond would have killed to be that feather.

With a warning growl, Elrond launched himself from his desk, and he had laid Erestor on the desk and covered him before Erestor could even blink. Elrond suckled a dusky nipple in his mouth, humming happily.

“Ahh…ohhh….Elrond,” Erestor moaned and then gasped as he realized where they were. “In the office, my Lord?” he asked incredulously. Elrond ignored him and started to abuse the other nipple. “Ohhhh…..such a naughty elf you are, my husband.” The door opened, and both elves ignored it in favor of becoming lost in each other.

“Couldn’t wait for me, eh?” Glorfindel laughed as he entered the study. He turned around and locked the door, then proceeded to the edge of the desk, watching Elrond pleasure their little beauty.

Glorfindel reached out and caressed the nipple that Elrond was not currently attached to. Erestor shuddered and moaned louder at the contact.

“These are so much more sensitive than I would have imagined,” Glorfindel said in a voice husky with want. He continued to rub and pinch the little nub, “So much more sensitive than Elrond or I.” The golden Slayer leaned down and swiped his tongue across the puckered flesh, and Erestor nearly arched off the table at the double assault by his husbands. “I wonder,” Glorfindel mused, “do you think we could make you come just by suckling your sweet little nipples?”

Erestor shuddered at the words. One thing Erestor had discovered in the few days he had been with his husbands was that Glorfindel was very fond of dirty talking, and Elrond was more than happy to carry out any of the Elda’s musings.

“I think we should give it a try,” Elrond rumbled as he released the abused nub. “You have such wonderful ideas, meleth.”

Glorfindel captured the Peredhil’s lips in a passionate, tongue tangling kiss. “You started it. I just elaborated,” he smiled.

Both Lord’s looked down at the wanton, dark haired nymph splayed out on the desk and moaned at the sight. The councilor’s cheeks were flushed, his hair in disarray around him, his lips parted and his eyes closed in pleasure.

“Do with me as you will, my Lords,” Erestor beckoned invitingly.

The words were too much, and the light and dark Lords went to work on the exotic beauty underneath them. They pulled, pinched and suckled to their hearts content while Erestor moaned, cried, and arched in ecstasy. Erestor suddenly stilled and held his breath as his body tightened unbearably, then a long, keening wail of completion left his lips as his erection shot its seed and his passage began to pulse. He trembled and more moans escaped him as he came down from his orgasm, held tightly in the arms of his beloveds.

“Such naughty, naughty elves,” he exclaimed breathlessly.

Glorfindel smirked and Elrond laughed.

Elrond moved to take the golden Elda in his arms, and he whispered in his ear, “I am burning, meleth. Will you help me quench this fire inside of me?”

Glorfindel pressed his groin in to Elrond’s, feeling their pulsing members come into contact. “I would love to,” he replied.

Quickly, they undressed as Erestor moved himself back to his chair to happily watch the action. There was nothing more beautiful than watching his husband’s in the throes of passion. Their strong, warrior hands ran over sculpted, powerful flesh; so strong, so masculine it took his breath away. Elrond pushed Glorfindel down on the desk, taking control. He possessed the Seneschal’s lips, and spread the powerful thighs to settle his weight in between them. Glorfindel pushed upwards, not wanting to relinquish control so easily. Elrond wrestled him back down, using his slightly larger frame and considerable strength to do so.

“Will you ever let me win?” Glorfindel pouted as he let the larger elf take control. “I would love to take you, meleth. To feel you sheath me, to fill you completely.”

Elrond laughed. “Maybe someday,” he said mischievously. Glorfindel pouted some more, and Elrond could not suppress his mirth. “You pout so adorably, my Captain. Maybe I should reward you tonight, hmmm?” Glorfindel nodded enthusiastically. “Alright, my warrior. But for now, you must behave. Is that understood?”

“Aye, my Lord,” confirmed Glorfindel.

Elrond lifted his index finger to his mouth, wetting it thoroughly with saliva. He reached between them, and slowly inserted the digit into Glorfindel’s hot, tight passage. The Balrog-Slayer gasped and unconsciously tried to close his legs on the invading digit. They had only done this two other times, and the sensation was still foreign and slightly painful.

“Relax, my love,” Elrond murmured. “Remember the ecstasy? Remember how I made you writhe in pleasure? Just relax and it will come again.”

Erestor left his place on the chair, and stood at Glorfindel’s head. He ran his hands through the blond locks soothingly, muttering loving nonsense as Glorfindel began to relax. Removing his finger from the relaxing pucker, Elrond went to bring his fingers back to his mouth the wet them again when a hand on his wrist stopped him. Erestor seized his hand and drizzled the oil he had retrieved onto the fingers, giving Elrond a sexy smile. Elrond smiled back as he placed his hand back at Glorfindel’s entrance, this time entering with two fingers. Glorfindel tensed slightly, and Erestor went back to his soothing ministrations.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be possessed, beloved?” Erestor questioned. “Doesn’t it feel good to be so totally loved and cared for by someone?” Glorfindel moaned his ascent as Elrond finally rubbed his prostate. As Glorfindel’s passion built, Elrond added another finger, twisting and stretching the tight channel. The Peredhil lifted his free hand to Erestor, and he felt the oil being poured onto it. He slicked himself well, and slowly pulled his fingers from Glorfindel only to replace them with his hard, purpled length in one long, forceful thrust. Glorfindel screamed and bucked upwards as the first thrust rammed into his pleasure gland.

“Ai, ai, Elrond!! Iquista, lil!” Glorfindel screamed. And Elrond gave him everything he had, thrusting himself home as fast as he could. Soon, his screams joined Glorfindel’s as his body tightened.

Erestor reached forward and started to pump the erection bouncing on Glorfindel’s abdomen. “Come for us, lover,” he purred into the pointed ear. “Let us feel your pleasure.”

Glorfindel arched sharply and screamed again as he came. His passage clamped so tightly around Elrond’s penis that he could no longer trust in and out. Elrond stilled, eyes rolling back as he let the intense pulsing of his golden lover’s passage bring him to orgasm. He jerked several times as his release was milked from him, and he finally collapsed onto the Elda, panting heavily. Erestor leaned forward and kissed both of his husband’s foreheads, purring happily. That was when the knock came at the door.

At first they tried to ignore the knocking, but, whoever was outside began to knock more persistently.

“My Lord Elrond? Lord Erestor? Are you there? This is really very urgent,” called the messenger beyond the door.

Elrond shifted his position and pulled slowly out of Glorfindel, giving his beloved one last kiss. “What is it that is so important?” he called.

“The Lady and Lord of Lothlorien have arrived, my Lord. They demanded that I bring the Lord of the Valley to them immediately.”

Elrond groaned and started to bang his head on the solid wood of Erestor’s desk. “I’ll be out shortly. Please inform them that I am on my way.”

“Right away my Lord!”

Meleth = beloved
Iquista, lil! = Please, more! (Quenya)