Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (9/?)
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.

Chapter9/?

After several more lingering kisses, Elrond reluctantly disentangled himself from his lover and quickly donned his previously discarded clothing, indicating Thranduil should do likewise.

“As much as I would prefer to spend the rest of the evening in your desirable company alone, it is customary to welcome visiting dignitaries with less, shall we say, …intimate… entertainment. I am afraid we are expected in the Hall of Fire,” Elrond said, chuckling in response to his lover’s groan of displeasure. Unable to resist the childish pout on the more than beautiful face, he drew Thranduil into a tender embrace savouring the last moments of contact they could risk for the next several hours at least.

Thranduil sighed with contentment then, with a shrug of resignation, he dressed quickly and allowed Elrond to finger comb his golden hair back into some semblance of neatness. In turn he pulled the collar of the lord’s robes over the telltale bruise on his neck, kissing the spot tenderly and smiling at the eyes rolled in mock exasperation at the visible evidence of their passion.

“Aye, duty and protocol call, I suppose, but do not forget your duty to me, my love,” the king reminded Elrond as they walked slowly back to join the others who had long since retired from the banquet tables in favour of the singing and dancing in the Hall of Fire.

“How can I forget the other half of my very existence? You should know that part of my duties as host is to escort you to your chambers should you feel the need to retire early,” Elrond said, the implication in his words not lost on Thranduil, who smiled seductively.

“And would another part of these duties also include a kiss goodnight?” he teased lightly. Elrond laughed out loud and stopped walking so that he could take Thranduil in his arms once more, for the moment not caring that they could now be seen by anyone making their way to the Hall of Fire. The fear of discovery sent a thrill of excitement coursing through Elrond’s veins which Thranduil felt through the strength of their bond and, moaning his need softly, he rested his head on Elrond’s shoulder.

“Not usually, but for you alone I will make an exception, and I might even be persuaded to see you out of your clothes and settled comfortably into your bed as well,” he replied, capturing his lover’s lips in a long, sweet kiss.

“I will look forward to that, but you do realise that unless you are also in it, no bed is comfortable to me,” Thranduil said with an adoring smile that melted Elrond’s heart. With grim determination and much reluctance he playfully shoved his tormentor towards the archway that lead back to the Hall of Fire.

Once they stepped back through they once again became the Lord of Imladris and the King of Greenwood, outwardly only friends and associates who nonetheless made their way with throbbing erections that desperately craved to be touched and, amazingly to both, a façade of suitable decorum to join in the festivities meant to welcome Thranduil to Imladris.

The merrymaking was well underway, and there had been much speculation surrounding the sudden departure of the guest of honour, the lord and Erestor and Glorfindel and their delayed return. Some of it was wild and envious fantasy about a four way orgy, others having heard the cries from the garden and knowing better than to believe that Glorfindel was interested in any elf other than Erestor, declaring they knew all along that the king and their lord were more than friends. Others more charitably thought nothing more than that their leaders had sought privacy for a discussion of matters of state.

However, these were in the minority, and as Elrond and Thranduil strode to their places at the table reserved for the lord and his family, they both noticed poorly concealed sniggers of amusement or the ill disguised stares of curiosity that followed in their wake.

“Do you think Glorfindel or Erestor have mentioned our relationship to anyone else?” Thranduil asked, leaning closer to whisper and causing another round of titters from the less discreet inhabitants of Imladris when the king’s lips almost brushed the tip of their Lord’s ear. Elrond new it was purely unintentional, yet he barely managed to stifle the delicious shiver that ran down his spine.

“Nay, I did not ask them to keep my confidence, but I trust them both implicitly Rest assured that they will say nothing unless I allow it. Our secret is safe with them, besides they have not yet made an appearance and considering the lust in Glorfindel’s eyes, I would be very surprised to see them at all this evening.” Elrond said as he moved away from the temptation to kiss his beloved’s sweet lips once more. Thranduil smirked at the remark and nodded his acknowledgement of the need to display a little more discretion in public that he read in Elrond’s eyes.

“However, it seems as if some have guessed the truth nonetheless,” he pointed out as more glances were cast surreptitiously in their direction, and words were whispered behind hands in a secretive manner. The Lord of Imladris looked about the hall and frowned his displeasure at all and sundry until the stares and whispers ceased. An unpleasant tension descended, broken only by the merry music Lindir and his players struck up, and the timely, if not totally expected. arrival of Glorfindel and Erestor.

After their encounter in the garden, the lovers had taken the time for a brief cleansing swim in one of the nearby pools before deciding to join in the evening’s revelry. Both looked a little dishevelled in their rumpled robes and with their wet hair hanging limply about their shoulders, but there was no denying the glow of satiation on their that made their fair features even more so, as did the love light burning brightly in their eyes.

As they made their way to join the main table, the couple ignored the obvious stares and words of speculation as to just how many times the two had made love that day that were overheard in passing.

“Just ignore them, my love, they mean no harm,” Glorfindel said as he saw the colour rise in Erestor’s cheeks.

“I will not have our behaviour spoken about so disrespectfully, even in jest,” Erestor said angrily as he turned to face the merrymakers, and signalling for silence, spoke in the sternest advisor’s voice he could manage.

“It seems that many of you need reminding of what constitutes good manners and polite conversation. The question of how many times Glorfindel and I have made love today is none of anyone’s business,” he stated his body language making it clear such would not be tolerated. Erestor’s tongue was as sharp as Glorfindel’s sword, and none wished to deliberately incur his wrath.

“Beside, the question totally irrelevant since it can not be answered at this particular moment. The day is still far from over,” Glorfindel said tempering his own anger with humour as he was wont to do. He wore a smile on his face but hardness in his eyes that warned he would not tolerate anyone causing Erestor pain, nor did he wish to hear another word on the matter.

The stunned and somewhat remorseful silence that followed the joint reprimand was broken when the hall reverberated with a thunderous round of applause and cheering from the audience and the seneschal’s audacity and support earned him a passionate kiss from his lover.

“If I know my warriors, they are still making wagers on the number,” Glorfindel said as he poured two cups of wine and handed one to Erestor.

“Aye, but they will not find out unless you kiss and tell, which of course I know you would never do” the advisor replied, voicing his total trust in his beloved Balrog slayer.

“Aye, other than kissing you whenever possible no matter where you are, I share the intimate details of our private lives with no-one, my love,” the seneschal replied sincerely, suiting his actions to his words and brushing his lover’s lips with a soft touch of his own in the manner that often signalled the start of their foreplay. Erestor responded with a slight shudder as the tingling sensation travelled to his groin and he was so lost in his love that he barely heard Elrond speaking.

“Do not be so sure, Erestor and do not underestimate the keenness of elvish hearing. I am afraid that you give yourselves away,” Elrond said with a knowing wink at Thranduil who did well to stifle his mirth.

“So I have been given to believe,” Glorfindel said with a shrug. “’Tis of no great importance what they hear, everyone knows we are lovers.”

“You should heed your own warning, Elrond. Raised voices echo well along the passageways,” Erestor informed his lord with an amused gleam in his eyes.

“Aye, and in the still night air. The gardens are not all that far from the banquet hall, after all,” Glorfindel added, his now serious demeanour wiping the amused smirks from Elrond’s and Thranduil’s faces and causing them to exchange an uncomfortable glance.

“You mean we were heard?” Thranduil finally asked, blushing furiously.

“Three times of which Erestor and I are aware since you arrived,” Glorfindel replied nonchalantly as if he were merely commenting on the weather. Both Elrond and Thranduil almost choked on their wine.

“No wonder we were the subject of such scrutiny when we entered the hall together,” Elrond commented, knowing full well how quickly such gossip travelled through the Last Homely House.

“Of course, those teeth marks on your neck only fuel the fire, so to speak,” Erestor told Elrond, using his raised cup to point to the telltale bruises. His lord looked aghast and shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to make his collar cover the passion mark once more, but with little success.

“I think retiring early is no longer such a wise idea, we will only confirm what many already suspect,” Thranduil said with a meaningful glance at his lover after he had recovered his composure.

“Aye, I regret we must change our plans,” his disappointed lover reluctantly agreed. “I would tell the whole world, if I could,” Elrond whispered softly so that only those close to him could hear, closing his eyes as he felt a warm hand move slowly up his thigh, telling him by deed not word that his lover felt the same way. He reached beneath the table and caressed the fingers lovingly before releasing them.

“Glorfindel and I realise how difficult separation from one’s soul mate can be, and how deep the longing to be alone together becomes once they are reunited. We wish to give you two the chance to reaffirm your love as we do,” Erestor said as he gathered Glorfindel’s hand in his and sweetly kissed the palm that he raised to his lips.

“That is why we returned here, much to everyone’s surprise,” Glorfindel said, tenderly caressing Erestor’s cheek before moving to place a comradely arm about the king’s shoulders

“You and I, my friend, are going to join our warriors in their bragging about their prowess in skirmishes, after which you will invite me to your chambers for a discussion of the differing strategies we employ on our patrols.”

“An acceptable arrangement, and although I understand this is merely a ruse to allow Elrond and me our privacy, I would delight in such a discussion with you on the morrow,” Thranduil agreed with relief and genuine interest in speaking with the famed Balrog slayer about their common problem with the increased orc activity.

“I will look forward to it, perhaps after the morning meal we should go to the training grounds. I suspect that after an evening of wine and boasting and the telling of tall stories about battles, our warriors will wish to test their skills against one another.” Glorfindel chuckled, knowing his men would not be able to resist challenging the king’s guards. Thranduil nodded his acquiescence.

“Meanwhile Elrond and I will soon retire to his study to finalise the preparations for the arrival of the party from Lothlorien,” Erestor said smiling affectionately at the gratitude for his understanding in his friend’s eyes.

“I take it that this will be a very short meeting?” Elrond asked hopefully.

“Of course, all is in fact ready, but for the sake of honesty, we will make a brief stop at your study before going our separate ways. Glorfindel and I obviously require a little more practice in keeping the sounds our pleasure confined to our chambers… as do you two, I might add,” Erestor stated in matter of fact tone as he looked from Elrond to Thranduil, noticing both were now blushing slightly.

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“So my sweet Erestor, how do you propose to silence my cries of passion?” Glorfindel asked as with long practiced skill he quickly removed his lover’s robes and his as well. Erestor appeared to consider his answer before pushing Glorfindel onto the bed and pinning him beneath his body.

“I could use a pillow, or a gag,” he suggested with an almost feral grin at the look of alarm in the blues eyes that were rapidly darkening with lust as the two glistening naked bodies writhed against each other.

“Or your delicious lips. Follow my lead, lover and do what I do,” Glorfindel said taking control and rolling Erestor from him so that they were now lying side by side. He kissed him soundly then turned around so that his head was facing the irresistible erection that was dancing in anticipation against his lover’s stomach. His own was twitching just as eagerly close to Erestor’s mouth and the soft butterfly kisses and gentle nips the advisor was applying to his hardened cock, as he did as requested and followed Glorfindel’s lead, was almost his undoing. Erestor was equally aroused as his pleas and moans indicated.

“Please Glorfindel,” Erestor was gasping with need as Glorfindel’s moist tongue teased the base of his erection and he used only the very tip of it to slowly lick his way to the weeping head..

“Please what? What do you want?” Glorfindel asked huskily he felt the agonising ache of the same slow touch on his own engorged member.

“This!” Erestor growled, opening his mouth and devouring his lover’s length to the full.

Glorfindel cried out silently with the exquisite pleasure of the erotic touch and did the same for his lover, the rhythm of his licking and sucking and stroking matching Erestor’s exactly. As they lost themselves in the ecstasy of mutual pleasuring, fingers pinched hardened nipples and hands wandered to fondle the sensitive sacs before moving to the small openings that were coated with the saliva that leaked from the mouths filled with engorged cocks. Slowly and deliberately they were breached in the same instant, and with increasing speed to match the movement of the ebony and gold heads as lips, mouths and tongues continued to taste each other’s hardened flesh, eager fingers penetrated deep enough to reach for the centre of pleasure. Each inward and outward thrust stroked the small spot until the ecstasy of their joining burned through them like with a searing heat and hot creamy liquid burst forth like a bolt of lightning, drowning their screams of pleasure as they swallowed each other’s seed.

For several minutes there was no sound other than the suckling noises as they licked each other's sated cocks clean, and still gasping for breath, Glorfindel turned around once more and moved into the arms that were opened in welcome.

“Do you suppose anyone heard that?” Erestor asked as he drew back a little delicately licked a few drops of his own creamy fluid from the side of his lover’s mouth before taking his lips in a slow, loving kiss.

“I do not know, nor do I really care who hears me giving you the pleasure that no-one else can give. I love you so much,” Glorfindel said as he wrapped his arms possessively around his beautiful Erestor and held their still rapidly beating hearts against one another.

“Indeed none can, for I am yours, and yours alone, just as you are mine. I love you,” Erestor whispered tenderly as he gazed at his lover’s face, flushed with the exertion of their loving, his blue eyes bright with sated pleasure that only his ministrations could produce. As he drifted into reverie, Erestor was overcome with the feeling of joy beyond measure in knowing that this was his Glorfindel, his lover, his soul mate.