The Negotiations

Title: The Negotiations
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel/Thranduil
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.
Beta: Priestess Vesta (Thanks, sweetie, for betaing this so quickly for me! *huggles and snogs to you*)
Notes: PWP This was written for a friend who was moping because she wanted a good threesome with Thranduil. I shocked her by writing this for her and giving it to her, paragraph by paragraph. Malda, this was all because of you, sweetie!
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel are sent to Mirkwood to get Thranduil's agreement n aln all important alliance.


Erestor held Glorfindel's hand tightly. He looked at his husband, wondering why they were there. Why they were doing this? "Glorfindel, tell me again why Elrond asked this of us." He choked on a sob, not ready to accept their situation yet. He had never been to Mirkwood and his status as Chief Counselor had never prepared him for these underground caves that was the home of the Mirkwood elves. "I need light, Glorfindel. I feel like I am suffocating."

Glorfindel wrapped his arm tightly around his husband's waist, pulling him close to his side as they followed the servant showing them to their room. "It will be fine, my love. I will stay by your side. Do not be troubled." Glorfindel himself was fighting the lack of sunlight and fresh air which permeated Imladris yet was noticeably absent in the woodland king's home. "I will see that you come to no harm here." Glorfindel was concerned by his husband's pallor and vowed to support him in any way possible. The cooperation of Thranduil was imperative to the survival of all elven realms and the two of them had been chosen to see to his agreement, what ever the cost.

The smile that graced Erestor's face at the sight of the large tub of steaming water that awaited them in their room, lifted Glorfindel's spirits as well. As soon as the door had closed behind the servant with the promise of collecting them for the evening meal in two hours, Glorfindel drew Erestor into his arms and kissed him with all the love in his heart. The only sounds heard in the room for some time was the sound of clothes being discarded and the gentle lapping of the water as they reaffirmed their love.

Rising from the water, Glorfindel grabbed a towel, dried himself and then held a fresh one for Erestor to step into. Wrapping it tightly around his husband, Glorfindel drew him towards the bed.. He gently toweled Erestor dry, then eased him down to sit while he retrieved their robes from the wardrobe. Turning with the garnet velvet robe his husband loved, he brought the clothing to Erestor's side. He then returned to select his own robes for the evening, choosing a deep navy velvet that brightened his eyes and made his hair glow. Rapidly dressing, he glanced to the bed and sucked in his breath. Erestor was a vision, and certain parts of his anatomy wanted to pay homage to him now. Taking a deep breath, Glorfindel grinned and went to the door when the knock sounded. Holding out his hand to Erestor, he dropped a gentle kiss on the glistening raven tresses before wrapping his arm around Erestor's waist once more and following the servant to the dining hall and their first sight of Thranduil.


Glorfindel heard Erestor suck in his breath when they end thd the hall and looked down with concern, Erestor was staring with his mouth open. Following his husband's line of sight, jealousy budding in his chest, he felt the breath knocked from him at the vision that rested on the dias at the head of the main table. /That cannot be Thranduil. Surely, someone would have warned them before hand./ Following the servant, they approached the main table. The servant stopped and bowed low. "My liege, let me present Lord Glorfindel and Lord Erestor of Imladris." Glorfindel and Erestor both, were too awestruck by the radiant vision before them, all thoughts of diplomacy and alliances driven from their minds in a haze of lust.

The throaty chuckle snapped them to their senses and they snapped their mouths closed, embarrassment staining their faces a crimson to match Erestor's robes. Erestor cleared his throat and bowed low. "My humble apologies, your majesty. I was taken by surprise." Thranduil laughed and motioned them to the empty seats at his right, a smirk on his lips and a gleam in him eyes.

Glorfindel fumbled to hold the chair for his husband, then all but fell into his own seat beside him. He knew that if his husband had any say in the arrangements, there would be another in their bed, somesomething new by any means. And not something that ouldould have any troubles agreeing with.

"My lords, I am most pleased to welcome you to my kingdom and would ask for a brief meeting this eve to start our negotiations." Thranduil had not missed their expressions. He was greatly intrigued with the thought of relations with the cool chief counselor, whose reputation was as a chunk of ice, and the fiery Balrog slayer, whose reputation as a Casanova, had preceded them.

"Very well, your majesty," Erestor said, his voice sure and strong. He would do his best to bring the Sindar king to his knees, literally, before him. "I would like to hear your views on this topic and hasten our negotiations." He reached out and grasped Glorfindel's hand under the table, squeezing it comfortingly. He knew that Glorfindel would be perfectly willing to join in with his plans for the woodland king, his expression when they had entered the hall, had told him thusly.

Thranduil smirked, knowing that this night woul mos most interesting. He began to eat, planning all he would do and have done this night and found the thoughts pleasant, very pleasant indeed. The food was excellent as usual, but the thoughts of the dessert he would receive later was foremost in his mind and he found his pulse racing. Erestor was a vision in his garnet robes with contrasted delightfully with his pale skin and ebony hair. He could not help but wonder how that skinld tld taste. Would it be as sweet as the vision implied? And the Balrog slayer It was all he could do to keep himself from drooling at the sight of the golden goodness wrapped in the dark velvet and he wondered if his skin would be as soft as the robes that covered it. Thranduil adjusted himself in his seat, his leggings uncomfortably tight.

Erestor enjoyed the delicious meal, his thoughts also on dessert. But he saw the vision of a golden beauty, wrapped both in blue velvet as dark as a winter's eve and a deep green velvet, dark as the woods that surrounded them. He could not help but squirm, although he was pleased that both he and his husband had forgone leggings this eve and his erection throbbed against his belly in anticipation fo the pleasures it would taste.

Glorfindel was in no better state than his husband. His mighty sword was ready to conquer new realms and stood proud and tall, awaiting to be paid the proper respect. He moaned quietly when his husband's questing hand deliberately brushed him, and he could not help but growl at the smirk gracing Erestor's lips.

Thranduil laid down his fork and stood. "Shall we go start our negotiations now?" he asked the pair beside him. His face told nothing to the citi of of his realm of what would come, but the wicked gleam in his eyes spoke volumes to the visitors from Imladris and they both rose to follow him from the room. Thranduil dismissed the advisors that started to follow him. "I would speak with them alone this eve. We will meetthe the morrow to put everything on paper." Saying this, he lead the pair to his private chambers, motioning them to be seated in his sitting room.

Erestor smiled and seated himself in Glorfindel's lap, purposely rubbing against the hard flesh hidden beneath his husband's robes. "Your majesty, you are aware that it is of the utmost impore the that your signature is on this alliance agreement. The safety of all our realms depends on our working together in all ways possible." He could not keep the decadent smile from his lips at hearing Glorfindel's throaty moan. "We were instructed and are willing to do what ever it takes to gain your agreement to this alliance. What are your terms?"

Thranduil threw his head back and laughed, the bright sound filling the room. "You have a silver tongue, Master Erestor. I wonder what else it is capable of besides creating long speeches." He approached the pair on the settee and sat next to them, reaching out to run a finger down first Glorfindel's cheek and then Erestor's. "You will have my signature if you please me this night." Saying this, he leaned in and claimed Erestor's willing lips in a searing kiss.

Glorfindel was on fire. His husband was still rubbing against him through his robes and to see the king kiss his dark beauty inflamed him even more. He brought his hands around Erestor, fumbling with the buttons on the front of the garnet robe and slid his hand inside, grasping the straining member and stroking it rapidly. He whispered in the shell-like ear of his mate, "Show him your beauty, love," and smiled when he felt the warm cream cover hind. nd. He withdrew his hand and licked one of his fingers clean before offering it to Thranduil. "Taste the sweetest cream you will ever have the pleasure to enjoy, my lord," and sucked in his breath when a wicked tongue finished cleaning his hand.

"Mmmm," moaned Thranduil, overcome with the taste of the dark elf in front of him. "Never again will I think of strawberries and cream with the same delight. So sweet." He captured the lips once more, losing himsel the the exotic taste of Erestor's mouth.


Glorfindel finished undoing the buttons on the front of Erestor's robe before peeling it from his shoulders. He then slid his hnd ind into the lap of the king before slipping to his knees before them. Erestor's gasp was swallowed by Thranduil's kiss when Glorfindel took him to the root in his mouth, cleaning the last traces of his husband's passion from the once again straining member.

Erestor was lost to feeling. His mouth was being explored thoroughly and his flesh was encased in the warm mouth of his husband. He could do nothing but feel. A moan left his throat when he felt the tongue of his husband lapping at his entrance, the feeling almost making him come undone once more. But a calloused hand, the hand of the king, grasped him in a tight grip, preventing his release. "Not yet, my beauty. I have more interesting plans for you this eve." Thranduil's eyes met Glorfindel's in understanding and Thranduil moved Erestor off his lap, sliding him forward so that Glorfindel could continue his ministrations. Spying the golden ribbon holding the Balrog slayer's hair, the king swiftly removed it, tying it securely around the base of Erestor's member and sharing a wicked grin with Glorfindel.

Glorfindel, realizing the king's intentions when he left the room, rose to strip himself of his robes, waiting patiently for the king to return. He grinned as Thranduil came back into them nam naked and tossed him a vial of oil. "My love, you will see stars this eve, I promise you," Glorfindel murmured huskily. He gasped when a tongue trailed his own backbone, stopping at his cleft. "Do not stop," he moaned, wanting what the king had to offer.

Thranduil grasped Glorfindel's hips, pulling him up to his knees and away from Erestor. He parted the ripe golden globes and ran his tongue along the crease, tasting the musky ripeness that was Glorfindelakinaking the vial of oil from the limp fingers of the Balrog slayer, Thranduil coated his own and slowly worked a finger inside. The deep moan that escaped the ruby red lips he had yet to taste, thrilled him and he thrust a second finger in without pause.

Erestor reached out and snatched the vial of oil from Thranduil's hand. Coating his own fingers, he brought them to his opening and began to pleasure himself, never taking his eyes off the sight of the king preparing his husband. Crying out as he hit his own sweet spot at the same time that Glorfindel cried out as Thranduil hit his, Erestor removed his fingers and slid from the couch. Crawling behind Thranduil, he brought the same fingers to the valley that hid the opening to the royal treasure chamber and slipped inside, looking for the entrance. Working a finger inside, he was pleased when Thranduil threw his head back and thrust back upon his single digit. "More!" the king cried and Erestor complied, thrusting back in with three at once. "You will be the death of me this night!" Thranduil cried, over come with need.


Erestor coated his hand with more oil, stroking his own length and untying the ribbon before reaching around to grasp Thranduil's mighty length and stroking it. He eased the king forward, pointing the royal sword is his husband and watched at it sank into it's well prepared sheath. Moving the king to rest on Glorfindel's back, Erestor then eased himself into Thranduil, keeping a slow pace so as not to cause him undue discomfort.

It took them a moment to regain their bearings, before Erestor gave the first thrust, causing Thranduil to impale Glorfindel deeper and ripping a deep moan from Glorfindel's throat. Erestor set a fast and deep pace, unable to keep from rushing them to their climaxes. He smiled when Thranduil reached beneath Glorfindel to stroke him as well. They were as a snowball hurtling downhill, gathering strength and momentum as it travels. Their combined screams of completion echoed through the halls as they collapsed into a quivering mass of flesh on the floor.

Glorfindel was the first to recover, and groaned at the aches of his body. Erestor eased himself from the body of the king and helped him to withdraw from Glorfindel. Between them , Erestor and Glorfindel helped Thranduil into his bedroom and joined him on the bed, curling around the king before falling into a deep and exhausted, yet content sleep.

Loud knocking awoke them in the morning, and they yawned, stretched and shared grins. Pulling a sheet over their forms, Thranduil called out, "Enter!" The shocked look on his advisor's face sent him into hysterical laughter, echoed by the emissaries from Imladris. "You have their terms. Draw up an agreement. I will abide by all terms, our negotiations were successful." Thranduil could not be bothered to rise to attend to the details and knew that his wishes would be obeyed. "Send us our meals and leave us, we have more to discuss." When the door shut with a snap behind the shocked advisor, Thranduil sighed, grinning. "Now, where were we?"

THE END