Desk Job

Title: Desk Job
Author: Linwe Seregon
Summary: First in what I hope will be a series devoted to life and times of the office workers in Imladris. Who ever said that paperwork had to be boring.
Rating: NC-17 pure PWP
Pairing(s): Elrond, surprise female
Feedback: desired
Characters: Elrond, surprise female, Erestor,
Betas: Roobug, thanks love you lots
*Disclaimer it ain’t mine, I’m just borrowing it. Don’t bother suing, all I’ve got is my Next Gen DVDs. No Elves or Rangers were harmed in the writing of this Fanfiction. I put them back how I found them…honest


He rubbed his brow; yes, he was definitely developing a headache. He was still trying to read the report that had just arrived from the Golden Wood- if only they would employ a scribe who could actually string more than two words together to make a comprehensive sentence life would be a lot easier. Maybe he needed a break. Yes, a glass of wine and a breath of fresh air, that's what he needed.

Throwing the offending scroll onto his already crowded desk he walked to the alcove by the window where hopefully there would be some wine and yes, there was. Pouring a glass of the ruby liquid he took a moment to admire the colour before taking the smallest of sips, deeply inhaling the aroma. Just what he needed, not only was the wine at a perfect temperature but it was possibly his favourite, the rich oak flavour perfectly complemented by the taste of fresh summer berries. Taking a deeper sip he moved towards the window, looking out over the courtyard.

There was the usual bustle of people coming and going, horses and pack animals being loaded and unloaded. Running around between the legs of the animals and adults were two elflings, so alike in appearance as to appear as one.

What mischief were they up to now? he thought with pride, watching his sons darting towards a small donkey led by an even smaller hobbit. Ah yes, that would be Jono, the hobbit confectioner who regularly came through carrying his wares and was well known for giving out free samples. He watched the two imps walking away each grasping some sweetmeat, a look of delight on their faces. He hoped that they didn't spoil their appetites for dinner or their mother would be after him.

Seeing Erestor hurrying across the yard in direction of the house, he heaved a sigh and hastily drank the last of the wine, returning the glass to the table. Casting one last look to check on the twins he returned to his overladen desk, dropping into the chair and pulling it forward. Again he picked up the scroll from Galadriel, glaring at the scratchy, spidery letters that sprawled across the page. It was no good, he couldn't read it. Maybe he should get Erestor to try; after all he was a scribe and maybe it was a secret scribe cipher that only they could read.

He leant forward over his desk, resting his head in his hands. Erestor would be there soon, bearing more scrolls that were all urgent and needed to be dealt with. Plus there was the delegation coming in from Mirkwood and that insufferable bore Thranduil would be expecting to be entertained, all the while making the usual leering remarks to Celebrían, and he'd have to smile and laugh at the Sindar lord's uncivilized behaviour when all he really wanted to do was run him through with the nearest sharp implement.

His musing was interrupted by a noise under his desk, and the feeling of something slowly stoking its way up his leg. The front of his gown was gently parted and the touch continued upwards until it reached the waistband of his trousers. He leant back slightly to gain a view of the intruder. The grinning face of his wife greeted him. His eyebrows raised in query just as there was a sharp rap at the door. Blast! That would be Erestor. He beckoned for her to come out from under the desk but she slyly shook her head, placing one finger against her lips. There was another knock, this time more insistent.

'Come in Erestor, come in,' he called, the end of the statement raised slightly as questing fingers parted the buttons of his trousers and played, featherlike, across the head of his member. Erestor entered the room; his arms as usual piled high with scrolls.

'My lord, are you well?'
Elrond was barely able to nod, his entire concentration taken up by the soft touches being administered to his lower regions by his wife.

'You seem slightly preoccupied is all,' Erestor commented before, also as usual, turning to more important matters. 'Have you read the report from the Golden Woods?'

'Ah.' The fingers were now cupping his balls, gently rolling them between sensitive fingers. 'I'm glad that you've bought that up,' he managed. Reports weren't the only thing that would be up soon if the minx under his desk didn't cease her ministrations soon.

'Are you experiencing problems with the report? I know that Mrethor sometimes has an...unusual way of pointing things out.'

Pointing things...yes, things were most definitely pointing now. He could feel his manhood straining against the confines of his trousers. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable to be so full and thus constrained. Then deft fingers began the task of gently releasing the buttons, easing the pressure on his engorged member. He coughed. 'It's not so much the way he puts things, it's his handwriting. The twins can do better lettering. It looks likes one of Thranduil's spiders has run across the page. I just can't read it. Maybe you could translate it for me, and bring me the copy.' That would get him out of the room, and then he could deal with the problem under the desk.

'Oh, no need for that,' Erestor said helpfully. 'I've nothing else to do this morning- I'll read it for you now.'

The fingers had released his manhood now and were stroking the length, causing it to twitch with need.

Erestor seized the offending document from his desk. 'Oh yes, his handwriting is definitely very difficult to read..'

Elrond was only able to nod in confirmation. The fingers had been replaced by a mouth, which nipped at the skin where it joined his balls.

'Ah yes, the Lady sends her greetings and love to your wife. She enquires about the health of the twins.'

The nipping teeth were now working their way slowly up his member, as they reached the peak, he felt the tip being engulfed in the moist warmth of a pair of lips.

'Have you seen the twins this afternoon?' asked Erestor.

He managed a nod. 'Yes. They were pestering Jono, getting something sweet out of him.' The lips travelled over his tip again. Licking their way, teasing the slit.

'I hope they don't eat too many sweet things, your lady will not be happy if they do not eat their evening meal. Which reminds me, have you seen the Lady Celebrían since lunch? The cook was looking to speak to her about the delegation from Mirkwood.'

He gasped in surprise; the lips had now totally encased him, swallowing him deeply.

'You haven't forgotten that Thranduil is coming to visit next week, have you?' Erestor asked. 'I'm sure I told you.'

'No, no I haven't forgotten. I just thought how lovely...' the mouth was now working its magic on him, he was sure she had never taken him this deeply before ‘...it will be to see them all again. I'm sure the twins will enjoy seeing Legolas as well.'

Erestor nodded, 'Yes they were just into trousers the last time they met. If he's half as bad as they are we will be having fun with the three of them.'

'Mmm,' was all that he could manage. Not only was he completely buried in her mouth but now she was humming, very gently, no one could hear her but he could most definitely feel it. Her mouth was moving up and down, slowly drawing him towards his peak.

Erestor, meanwhile, returned to the letter.

'The Lady says that all is well in the Woods. The Wardens are carrying out their usual patrols; they report that all is very quiet. No sighting of orcs in the last month.'

Her mouth was now moving faster, pumping up and down, every third or fourth stroke she withdrew completely and licked and nibbled his tip before plunging him back into the warm moist cavern of her mouth.

'Erestor!' he nearly screamed.

'Yes Lord Elrond?' Erestor's quizzical look would have been hilarious under any other circumstances. 'Are you sure that you're all right? You seem very distracted today.'

'I've got a…' now she had started to hum again, the low vibrations pushing him further and further. He was struggling to stop himself from thrusting into that hot grotto. '...bit of a headache. Do you think that you could…' It was no good, he couldn't hold back any longer. His climax hit him in a burst of pleasure and he burst into her willing mouth. 'Get out Erestor! Get out now!'

Erestor fled, anxiety and reproach mingling on his face. As soon as the door closed he glanced down. Celebrían, leaving him panting as she eagerly lapped him clean, grinned from her hidey hole beneath the table.

'That was very naughty!' he said in a mock-scolding tone. 'Poor Erestor now thinks that his lord is on the verge of losing his mind.' He pushed his chair back and gently extracted her from her position between his legs, pulling her onto his lap. She leant forward and kissed him deeply. The taste of himself on her lips excited him and he could feel himself rising again.

'I've not had any time with you at all for ages,' she shot back, mildly chiding. 'And- well- I thought that you were a bit stressed and needed some...relief.' Then she fluttered her eyelids in exaggerated innocence.

'Relief? You wicked creature, you nearly killed me! And as for trying to stop Erestor from-'

'Yes it was funny watching your face,’ she agreed impishly. 'I thought you were going to burst something.'

'Burst something? Burst something? I'll show you about bursting something-' he lifted her over his shoulder and dropped her without apology onto his crowded work table.

'Your scrolls-' she was at least sporting enough to put up a token protest. 'You'll mess up your scrolls.'

'Blow the scrolls,' he growled, throwing her skirt up and over her face…

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