The Last Yule

Title: The Last Yule
Type: FPS
Author: Lady Mírfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elrond/?
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: Red Lasbelin
Notes: This is a present for a good friend of mine, Darkladyd. I hope you enjoy this sweetie. And please, don’t kill me, it is all your fault. *giggle*
Summary: Elrond is lonely on his last Yule before sailing.


Elrond was depressed. It was his last Yule in middle earth. By this time next year, he would be in the undying lands and he did not know what to expect. He was so very lonely and Celebrían, his dear wife, had said that she set him free. But the only elf he was interested in had shown no interest in him so he had done nothing. Now, he was sitting here at the Yule feast, wishing he was anywhere else but there.

When the meal ended, Elrond arose and lead the procession into the Hall of Fire, where there would be entertainment and much gaiety. Well, there would be for all but him. He would sit there on the sidelines as he had the year before. His daughter was not with him. She was in Gondor with her family. His sons were here with their mates and would be sailing when Arwen and Estel passed, but he would make this journey alone.

Not alone, exactly. Galadriel and Celeborn would sail. Thranduil had just sent word that he would be joining them, the remaining inhabitants of Mirkwood coming to reside in Imladris or journeying to Ithilian to sail at a later date. But most importantly, the elf who held his heart would be sailing as well. He had said that the twins would not need his wisdom, just as Glorfindel had said that the twins would not need his sword, for they were wise and hardened warriors in their own rights and would do well, governing with them gone.

But Elrond knew that he would stand alone on the deck of the ship. No one would stand beside him, spare him his loneliness. No one cared for him. And he was beginning to wonder if it was worth sailing. He often thought of staying, of fading into nothingness on the shores of Middle Earth. But he knew he would sail. Shaking himself out of his melancholy, he brought his attention back to the entertainment. The twins had just finished a re-enactment of Frodo and Gollums fight for the ring in Mount Doom, which had left everyone in tears. Now, there was hushed whispers about what was to come next.

Glorfindel entered the room, dressed in a shirt, waistcoat and breeches much too small for him, leaving him looking like an oversized hobbit. Clearing his throat, he called for everyone’s attention.

“My lords and ladies, I would have your attention for we are about to present our gift to our dearest Bilbo. Dear Bilbo, you have entertained us over the years with your stories and songs. We would now return the favor with a small play. Sit back, enjoy, and tell us when we finish if we got it right.”

Saying this, Glorfindel bowed to Bilbo, before turning and walking away. Suddenly, he stumbled and fell, then felt around as if he were in the dark. Coming up with a shiny object, he exclaimed, “What is this?” and tucked the shiny object, a ring, into his waistcoat pocket. The skit had started.

Elrond had focused his attention fully on Glorfindel and had not yet realized that there was another participant in the skit, until he heard a rasping voice say, “Bless us and splash us my preciousssss! I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us, gollum!"

Elrond’s head snapped towards the voice and his jaw dropped. The elf had just crawled into the room dressed in a loin cloth. His body was painted green and his hair was greasy and bedraggled. His feet were bare and he was crawling on his hands and feet, hopping in a crouched manner much as Bilbo had described the creature, Gollum, to him and the two actors, only but two weeks ago.

The room fell away, as Elrond watched the play of muscles beneath the golden, er… green skin and the sparkling eyes, glowing with mirth. He knew not how the rest of the skit progressed for his mind was fogged with lust for the lithe creature before him. But his brain cleared as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him when the elf suddenly left the Hall, searching for the now invisible Bilbo/Glorfindel.



The twins laughed and jumped up, clapping and went to the Yule tree, passing out presents to all assembled. Into their father’s lap they piled many gifts and urged him to begin opening them, for no one else would start before their lord. Smiling wanely, Elrond looked at the gifts and picked up the first, from Elladan, opening it to reveal a new dagger. From Elrohir, he received a new cloak pin with the crest of their house. So it went on. He received quills, books, pins, cloaks from the various members of his household and valley - even a sword from Glorfindel, but there was nothing from the favored elf and Elrond’s heart fell. He felt his eyes beginning to swim when he opened his last present, realizing that he must escape.

Whispering his excuses to Elladan upon seeing everyone occupied with their own gifts, Elrond arose and swiftly left the room. He needed solitude and a large bottle of Gondorian whiskey to kill this pain. With this thought in mind, he made his way to the cellar, grabbed several bottles and then made his way to his rooms. He did not want to be alone and thought about seeing if Glorfindel would share this night with him, but pausing outside his seneschal’s door, he heard him cry out Lindir’s name, and could only smile. It would seem that Lindir had finally given into his heart’s desire and Glorfindel, if his voice was anything to go by, had gladly accepted this.

His heart heavy and his footsteps slow, Elrond made his way to his rooms, wondering if he dared to seek the elf out, but no, he would not make a fool of himself this night. Pausing outside his door and resting his forehead on the cool wood, Elrond wiped away the tears of loneliness that had stealthily escaped. Then steeling his heart to a lonely night, he turned the knob and stepped inside.



Never before had he been so thankful for the thick and well padded rugs that graced his rooms than when the bottles slipped from his nerveless fingers. His jaw dropped and his brain froze. The only part of his body that was working had gone into overdrive and was aching for attention. What he wanted most for not only Yule but the rest of his life was stretched sinuously upon the white fur rug in front of the crackling fire.

“Wh…. What are you doing here?” Elrond asked after clearing his throat. The wicked gleam that was turned on him made his knees go weak and he sank to the floor. Swallowing hard, he watched, enthralled as the intruder crawled towards him much as he had in the Hall of Fire. The only difference was the clothing. Well, actually, it was the lack of clothing, for the loincloth lay discarded on a chair just inside the door.

“I am looking for my prescioussssssssssss.” Elrond was informed and the questing green hands began searching through his robes, not for a ring, but for the fastenings, swiftly undoing them and laying the elven lord bare.

“Er….” Elrond never got to finish his statement. Actually, he forgot all about what he was going to say, as a hot mouth first placed a needy kiss on his lips, then without warning, dropped to swallow him whole. Elrond could only twine his fingers in the greasy raven tresses and hold on for dear life as the lips and tongue that could put fear into the hearts of all, sent him over Ithil.

Elrond tried to gather his thoughts and tried to speak. But the hot mouth and tongue showed him no mercy. Suddenly, he was released and he groaned his protest to once again be silenced by the demanding mouth as the elf climbed into his lap and wrapped his arms around Elrond’s neck. Feeling his cock nudging against something and slowly moving past, Elrond’s thoughts deserted him and he depended the kiss. If the Valar were gifting him with his heart’s deepest desire, then he would accept it with open arms and enjoy it to the fullest for as long as it lasted.

When he was sitting fully on Elrond’s lap, he broke the kiss and looked deeply into Elrond’s eyes. “I love you. I have for centuries and I cannot stay silent any longer.” Slowly, he began to move, letting his head fall back as Elrond caressed his sweet spot and he mewled with pleasure.

Elrond’s eyes opened wide in shock. Grasping the elf's hips, he helped him move, realizing that with the ease of their movement, the elf had prepared himself earlier. Speeding up their movement when he felt his body tightening, Elrond grasped the cock between them and stroked it firmly.

“Come for me, beloved. I would hear you scream my name. Come.” As he spoke the last word, Elrond bit down on the ear tip near his lips and was rewarded with hearing his name screamed so loudly that surely they heard it echoing through the halls. With a grunt, Elrond roared and emptied himself into him.

Gathering the slender figure close into his arms, Elrond lifted him off his lap, then lay down, holding him tight to his chest. Cuddling close and slowly letting reverie claim him in a satisfied sleep, he whispered quietly into the same ear he had bitten, “I have loved you as well and would have you stand at my side when we sail, my beloved Erestor.”