Night Flowers

Title: Night Flowers
Author: Mayablake:
Type: FC Slash
Characters: Thranduil/Erestor; Lindir/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not making money off this, just borrowing the characters and I intend no infringement.
Timeline: After the Fellowship departs Imladris to destroy the One Ring but generally A/U to fit my own purposes. ; )
Warning: Explicit sex. Yay!
Beta: N/A
Author's Note: I made up Baeloreth and yes, he belongs to Lindir.
Summary: Thranduil visits Imladris to intercept his son, what he finds may bring some happiness back to his heart in troubled times.


**Flashback

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Erestor smoothed the sleeve of his robe for the hundredth time, picking at bits of lint that weren't there, but the action served as an outlet for his nervous energy. He wanted to stand and pace but Elrond had bid him wait and he would wait, patiently.

Thranduil arrived in Imladris one night prior, two weeks after the Ring Bearer and his Fellowship departed on their uncertain journey. Erestor worried for Lord Elrond, even the success of the Fellowship would bring vast change to Arda. Erestor knew that Elrond had already surrendered to the notion of losing his sons and his only daughter to the world of Men. Erestor worried that Elrond had given up on his own life as well.

What could they discuss for these three hours that must remain private? As though they were close friends merely having a visit! Erestor clinched his hands into fists but otherwise remained still. As his chief advisor I should be there lest he give Imladris away to Mirkwood in his current state of mind. Ever the patient diplomat, Erestor remained seated and outwardly calm. In truth he never doubted Elrond; Thranduil however, Erestor wished he would depart for his underground lair as soon as possible.

Why had the King not turned up in time for Elrond's council if he was going to come at all? To at least show an interest in their shared fates beyond reporting Gollum's escape? Had his own son Legolas not gone off to risk his life? Thranduil's arrival so much later with a full entourage, and looking cocky as ever, as if he himself had already carried the One Ring to it's destruction, Erestor found it distasteful and unnerving.

Then at the welcoming celebration that previous night, Thranduil appeared in regal green robes and golden slippers, his fine golden hair braided and his attendants keeping close court around him. He had spoken to almost no one except Elrond. Erestor's hands clinched again with annoyance. How could he have the nerve to play so aloof and look damned beautiful? Wait, where had that come from? Aloof, yes. But beautiful? I must be going insane, more serious matters come to bear now, he thought just as the council room doors swung open.

"Erestor, I'm glad you stayed. Please come with us. Our guest is hungry." Erestor hastened to his feet, moving quickly to follow Elrond and Thranduil's quick pace. The three elves settled in the garden adjacent to Thranduil's rooms, where lunch was already laid out. Erestor noted how quickly Thranduil took up and drained a goblet of wine. He looked tired today, Erestor thought, while helping himself to a large serving of roasted bird. Despite being "hungry," Thranduil ate only fruit and drank two more goblets of wine. Erestor initiated the kind of pleasant, neutral conversation he had mastered over the years and Thranduil joined in to some degree. Erestor found himself enjoying the King's voice. Even tinged with weariness, it was musical. Erestor thought on the rumors he'd heard about the King but he didn't seem particularly wicked sitting there drinking and picking at his food. So passed the meal before Elrond rose and excused himself.

"Thranduil, please take the remainder of the day to your leisure. Should you require anything, valets are available." Elrond grasped the other's hands in farewell before leaving Erestor alone with him.

Erestor followed suit, smiling pleasantly as he took Thranduil's hands in his own. The King's full lips lifted and his eyes bore into the advisor's. "Thank you Lord Erestor, your presence has been most soothing." With that, his gaze flickered down Erestor's body and then returned to his face. Erestor stared into his eyes for a moment, heat flaring through him when the King spoke again. "Lord Elrond speaks highly of you. I would, ah, appreciate your council tonight, say two hours before dinner?"

"It would be a pleasure to converse with you." His training allowed Erestor to speak with an even tone but his thoughts stuttered as the King slid his hands up his wrists, then beneath his sleeves and to his elbows, stroking the skin lightly. Erestor knew Thranduil saw the blush rise on his face.

"I shall see you then, in this garden." Thranduil released Erestor and disappeared into his private rooms. Erestor took another way out of the garden, hastening to find Elrond.

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"Lord Elrond saes (please), tell me, what is going on?" Elrond had returned to his office and sat flipping through some books and papers on his desk. Erestor stood before him, keeping his voice level as always but his eyes pled with Elrond for insight.

"Erestor, forgive my mood. My cares weigh upon me."

"And Thranduil, what is he doing here? Why did he not arrive for the council if he planned to come at all?"

"Legolas left Mirkwood to simply deliver a message. His father never blessed his joining this mission. He heard of it and followed, but arrived here too late." Elrond stood, walking over to gaze out of a window onto the valley. "He fears Legolas will martyr himself to this cause, great as it may be. Necessary as it may be since we all failed so long ago."

"Lord, you mustn't think on the past in such a way. So many warriors fell in that time, the High King, you could have died as well."

Elrond turned, shocking Erestor with the naked grief on his face. "And here we are again, but now losing our children to it. Arwen and the twins will leave me for Men, Legolas risks himself for Men."

Erestor quickly went to him, clutching his trembling hands. "Lord Elrond, saes, H’ren (please, my lord), we are all here for each other. Yes, Arda will change and children will go their way but you mustn't lose yourself to grief."

Freeing one of his hands, Elrond smoothed wayward strands of dark hair away from Erestor's face. "Thranduil feels alone. He simply stays to speak on the past and the present, one adar (father) to another. He grieves as well." Seeing the frown on Erestor's face, Elrond smiled. "He is everything you think in terms of his arrogance but his heart is good and strong. I know you worry that he seeks to take something from Imladris but that is not necessarily the case."

"Forgive me, Hiren, I look only to your best interests." Erestor pictured Thranduil as he appeared at the reception, clad in those royal green robes. Erestor imagined kneeling before the King, plucking his robes open and getting his fingers beneath, to fair warm skin...a blush again stained his face. Such thoughts, he admonished himself, especially here in Elrond's presence. Erestor cleared his throat and pinched the bridge of his nose. "He has asked me to visit him tonight before dinner."

Elrond smiled at that, moving back to sit behind his desk. "Yes, he mentioned to me that he would like your company."

"Lord Elrond?"

"I cannot tell you what to do or not to do. The King of Mirkwood has until now remained aloof from Lorien and Imladris, rebuffing our attempts at treaties and reconciliation and commiseration on his father's death. Yet, here he is. He is a puzzle, Erestor."

"I shall, um, vi- visit him tonight, then. I think I want to, yes." Erestor paused and squared his shoulders. "I shall be at dinner."

Elrond went back to his stack of papers, barely hiding a small smile when Erestor turned on his heels and left him to his work. He liked seeing the typically serious elf blush and stammer. He could not remember a time that Erestor had pursued a private interest and this interest in the King was a happy surprise. Thranduil's reputation preceded him in so many ways, yet Elrond saw a match for him in his raven-haired councilor. Erestor would need a King to serve once Elrond departed; the Lord of Imladris planned to sail for Valinor once the fate of the Ring was sealed. He also planned to make certain that if his advisor did follow, it would not be out of loneliness.

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Erestor returned to his suite and immediately prepared a bath for himself. Stripping off his robe, tunic and slippers while heated water filled his tub, he tried to clear his mind. What in Valinor did Thranduil want from him? He tried to imagine what sort of council Thranduil wanted from him. Was he contemplating opening Mirkwood up to diplomacy? Erestor had never been to Mirkwood, would he ask him to visit there? Erestor imagined the King in his underground world. Again his mind turned to the stories he'd heard and his body began to stir with arousal. What would Thranduil's bedchamber look like? The King wrapped himself in suedes and velvets, would he cover his bed in velvet as well? Would torches line the walls to provide light or would a multitude of candles light his rooms?

His hand flitted distractedly over the various bottles of bath oil lined in a niche above his tub. Thranduil smelled of pine and night flowers. Erestor chose violet thinking how deliciously the two scents would blend. He removed his leggings, sighing as the soft wool skimmed his awakened cock. He eased into the steaming water, the aroma of violet rising thick and hot. Languidly he played his hands over his thighs, hips and belly. Erestor inhaled deeply, gently circling his fingers around the base of his erection then spreading them and taking himself fully in hand.

"Oh, Valar." He reclined into the large tub, arching his head back to thoroughly wet his long, heavy hair. How long it had been since he last allowed himself this kind of pleasure! Erestor never lacked for admirers, female or male. He could not, however, break out of his role as Elrond's chief diplomat and chief advisor to allow just any elf to see. He could not be himself before others lest his actions endanger Imladris itself. Again he thought of the beautiful Mirkwood King, Erestor would not have to worry about letting down his guard if the choice was simply taken from him. He knew the King's reputation as a lover. Hard, dominating and possessive, Erestor had heard much talk about the King. Well-applied pain, the rumors went, pain and the most exquisite, exotic pleasures were to be found in Mirkwood's bed. He moaned, picturing himself at the King's feet as he continued to stroke his pulsing cock. The oil beading the water allowed a slick easy stroke and Erestor took full enjoyment from it.

Thranduil would keep him on his knees, Erestor imagined. He would be naked and the King clad only in a black robe of shining spider's silk with his golden hair loose about his shoulders. He would command Erestor to open the robe and take his hard prick into his mouth. Erestor would pleasure him while Thranduil's hands tangled and pulled his hair. The King would plunge himself forcefully down Erestor's greedy throat and come, forcing Erestor to drink every bit of his essence. Sated, the golden one would force Erestor onto his back and, straddling his body, would order Erestor to pleasure himself for the King's amusement. Erestor came into the scented water, imagining himself staring into Thranduil's eyes.

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Upon his return to his suite, the object of Erestor's fantasy meandered about the sitting room. His personal attendant bustled behind him, picking up discarded clothing as Thranduil quietly stripped. In minutes the King remained clad only in soft leggings and perched himself upon one of the luxurious couches.

"Baeloreth, please ensure there is wine enough for two at hand. No food, we shall proceed to dinner on time."

"Aye, Hiren. Do you wish to bathe?"

"No, I think not, but I do feel terribly tense, like every muscle would leap from my bones given a chance." He leaned forward with his head down and shoulders slouched. Baeloreth quickly retrieved a vial of oil and sat beside the King.

"Lean forward, Hiren, I will ease your back."

"Yes, you are so skilled at that." Thranduil shifted closer to the edge of the cushion, allowing the other elf to sit behind him. The younger one gently moved Thranduil's hair and soon enough, warm oil and strong hands met the King's knotted shoulders. "Ai Baeloreth, such talent you possess."

"Rest, golden one. Rest your mind for a time." With skill borne of repeated practice, the attendant kneaded his hands across the King's shoulders, down the line of his spine, to his hips and back up to his shoulders, leaving a gentle sheen of oil on the expanse of scarred flesh. "Your beauty is beyond compare, my King. All of Arda knows of the beauty of Mirkwood's King." Baeloreth drizzled more oil across Thranduil's upper back and continued praising him in silky tones.

The familiar touch and sweet words from his devoted attendant worked their intended purpose and soon Thranduil's muscles began to relax. "I come to intercept my son and Elrond would give me a councilor." He turned, stretched over the side of the couch and Baeloreth leaned farther over him, smoothing his hands firmly up the King's arms.

"Hiren, seas, tell me, what is this plan?"

"Lord Elrond plans to sail for Valinor once this business of the Ring has concluded. He has tired of war. I told him I have always been tired of war." Baeloreth made a low sound of assent to keep Thranduil talking. Yes, all of Arda knows of your lingering resentment over your father's death. "But no talk of that...the councilor seems rather bookish, perhaps too serious. What need do I have of an advisor to manage meetings and diplomacy and speak endlessly of philosophy? Does Elrond believe Mirkwood shall become like Imladris once he is gone? Lorien seems more likely a candidate. Does Celeborn lack an advisor I wonder?"

"Lord, perhaps a companion? He has made a fine companion for Lord Elrond." Baeloreth smiled a bit sadly at his own joke. Every elf knew Lord Elrond had taken no lovers since the departure of his wife. Thranduil, Baeloreth thought, had taken far too many and far too lightly. He had kept none of them as a companion. Baeloreth adored his King and wanted to see him happy. Perhaps if the King were not so lonely... "Do you find him appealing?"

"Ai, such a dark, delicate one. What would I do with one such as him?" Thranduil sat up, stretching out his legs as Baeloreth began smoothing his golden hair with the residue of oil left on his hands.

"My Lord, I am sure some ideas will occur to you. Perhaps he will prove himself very engaging? He will be your guest tonight?"

"Yes, perceptive one. Would you arrange the bedchamber and then help me dress?"

"Of course." The attendant rose, smiling as he thought of how to dress Thranduil for this little engagement. White and gold, he thought, would contrast well against the dark, slender advisor.

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Erestor thought of canceling his appointment with Thranduil as he walked toward the King's rooms. He wrung his hands together. Would it be seemly to cancel an appointment with a grieving King? Elrond would throttle you! After all, it was a simple diplomatic visit on the surface. No harm, no foul at how things turned out. Make conversation, listen to his concerns, give him advice. Not so different than any day with Lord Elrond. Yes, but you don't want Lord Elrond having his way with you. Unsure of how to dress but feeling inspired, Erestor had pulled from items he rarely wore these past several years. So much sorrow in these halls made him set aside his most colorful robes for browns and blacks. Tonight, however, he donned silver leggings with a grey-blue embroidered tunic. Over this he placed a lightweight sapphire robe cinched at the waist with a wide silver sash. He'd brushed and lightly oiled his black hair so it lay soft and shining down his back. He felt a flutter of excitement rushing through his limbs. Perhaps I should have taken another lover long ago so as not to be this aroused by nothing.

"Lord Erestor?" He looked up. He'd come to the garden entrance very quickly as his mind had wandered.

"Yes, your King and I have an appointment for this time." The attendant smiled and Erestor wondered if every elf from Mirkwood was so beautiful.

"He no longer wishes to meet in the garden, he bade me lead you into his suite. Please, follow me, Lord."

Thranduil waited for him, seated upon one of the overstuffed couches adorned in white suede breeches, soft cloth-of-gold shoes and a long-sleeved white tunic embroidered with tiny gold and green leaves. His golden hair shimmered in the light from many small oil lamps scattered about the sitting room. In short, the sight of him took Erestor's breath away. Erestor sat across from him on another couch, trying to school his features. Thranduil's attendant poured each one a goblet of wine and quietly slipped away.

Baeloreth grinned after he left the suite, closing the door upon the two. Lord Erestor was magnificent and his interest in the King was obvious. He went to his own room to bathe and prepare for dinner. He avidly hoped this Erestor would find a place in the King's jaded heart. He also hoped to get a chance tonight to speak with Lord Elrond's master bard, Lindir. The King had called off his services for the night; perhaps Baeloreth could find some way to occupy himself if the lovely singer was willing.

Thranduil took up his goblet, swirling the wine to distract himself. Valar, he is exquisite! The shades of blue set off the exotic darkness of his hair and the fine, delicate lines of his face. Thranduil's tastes had lately run toward muscular, broad-set warriors but he suddenly ached to touch the sleek lines of this advisor's body so perfectly accentuated by the fine layers of shimmering blues and silvers.

"Lord Erestor, I am not one to beat about a matter. I find myself in a unique situation of late. I came here to intercept my son, prevent him from joining in this cause so dear to Lord Elrond's heart."

Erestor nodded, feeling secure in this kind of conversation. He sat up straight, presenting a practiced, neutral face to the King.

"As you may know, it is not my wish to lose the Prince of Mirkwood to the same matter that took my father from Arda. My father and so many others in fact."

"It is not our wish to lose another single elf to this cause, King." Erestor leaned forward, forearms on his knees. "The time is upon us, however much we wish it were not so."

"I realize that we cannot remain isolated during these perilous times lest we awake in the black smoke of Mordor. My heart and mind are at odds, advisor. Your Lord Elrond told me you know the right words to ease this state." Thranduil smiled softly at Erestor. At this point he did not mind what the beautiful one said, he simply enjoyed his company.

"King, you are correct that isolation is not the key. Your son has become a great hero by joining this cause. He honors you and your father, all of Mirkwood." Erestor took another sip of wine to wet his throat. "Times change and we mustn't fear it but usher it along can so it comes in the best ways, ways that will preserve and protect Arda. This is Lord Elrond's vision. I cannot ask you to join, as has your son, but please know that change is coming. If we wish it to be for the good, we must fight again and trust in those who would fight at our sides."

"Your Lord plans to sail for Valinor once this matter has concluded." Thranduil wondered if he knew this but he did not want to hide this fact.

"So do we all. I wager the time of elves draws to a close." Erestor smiled, gesturing slightly with his hands. "And yet, here we are, and for today there is still all the time of Arda at our fingertips."

"Indeed your words are most cheering and illuminating, Lord Erestor." The King aimed a charming smile at Erestor. "In this short time, I find you have rather soothed my immediate troubles." Thranduil leaned further forward, wanting nothing more than to leap across the low table between them and kiss the wise advisor senseless.

"Thank you, King." Erestor did not wish to leave now that Thranduil now sat leaning forward, his eyes sparkling. "Tell me of your home, what is it like to live in your underground world?"

"I think you would find it dull compared to your lively valley." Thranduil stood and walked over to peer out a window onto the garden. "I forgot the pleasant difference, perhaps it was time for an outing."

Erestor wondered how it was possible that the brushed suede molded itself so perfectly to the King's muscular thighs and buttocks. His tunic was cut short, ending at his hips, effectively drawing Erestor's eyes up the line of his strong back and shoulders. His hands tingled with the thought of removing Thranduil's garment and exploring that muscular expanse. Erestor shifted on the couch and redraped his robe over his lap to hide the growing bulge in his leggings.

"I must confess that I have thought about it quite a bit, what your Kingdom must look like." Erestor pictured this golden King, nude in the bedchamber he had earlier imagined. "You have made several visits here in the past so I doubt you are much surprised by anything you see." He found his eyes riveted on the curve of Thranduil's bottom.

Thranduil turned, catching the slant of Erestor's eyes. He smirked, walking back toward the couch. So, the game is joined, he thought. "As a matter of fact, I have seen something that amazes me." A blush rose on Erestor's neck but he did not flinch away when the King sat next to him and touched his face. "Someone who amazes me."

"Valar, Thranduil ..." Erestor simply could not resist leaning into the touch and boldly pressing his mouth to the King's.

"You smell of violets." The King broke the kiss long enough to breathe against Erestor's ear and press his nose into Erestor's neck, inhaling deeply. "Do you smell of this everywhere I wonder?" He laid gentle kisses up Erestor's neck and back to his mouth, sliding both hands deeply into Erestor's hair.

Erestor returned Thranduil's deepening kisses, his own arms wrapped around the strong back, eagerly touching that which he had so recently admired. Thranduil's lips tasted of sweet wine and Erestor could not resist pulling away for a moment to slide his tongue over the full bottom lip before sucking it gently into his mouth. He felt Thranduil trail his fingers across his face before pressing one against where their lips were joined. Erestor took it into his mouth, spurred on when the King sighed, then groaned as he nipped at the sensitive tip and circled it thoroughly with his tongue.

"Pen-vaelui, you are a temptation." Thranduil's voice emerged as a hoarse whisper, his eyes dilated and dark with arousal. "Come back here with me after dinner."

"Is that a command, King?" Erestor did not try to hide the naked lust in his eyes as he stroked the nape of Thranduil's neck. His breath came in small gasps, blood pounding through his veins so insistently he felt sure that the other elf could hear.

"I shall command you. But the choice to arrive is your own." He returned his mouth to Erestor's neck, biting and sucking the fair skin none too gently.

Hypnotic, so hypnotic seemed the King's voice. "Ai, Lord, I shall return with you to your bed." Erestor could feel Thranduil's hands trembling against his skin, which only served to heighten his anticipation.

"Bring your violet oil with you. I want to cover you with it, smell it all over you."


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Seated at Lord Elrond's side for dinner, Erestor smiled cordially when Thranduil arrived and took his place across from him at the large, long table.

**"Think of me, seated across from you, wanting nothing more than to have you in my bed." Thranduil slid a hand into Erestor's lap, pushing the drape of his robe aside. "Ah, you are like fire." Within a moment Thranduil had opened Erestor's leggings, gently pulling the advisor's straining cock free and oh, stroking it with the sweetest rhythm. "Your voice is like music to me, Noldo." Erestor realized he was moaning the King's name as they shifted in unison on the couch. But then, the unexpected, as the Golden King of the Dark Wood leaned down and sucked Erestor's arousal between his full, wet lips. Again Thranduil moved one hand up to Erestor's lips and the elf gratefully took two, then three fingers into his mouth, sucking them in counterpoint to the King's skilled ministrations.

Thranduil stared at Erestor as though he could read his thoughts. Wickedly he licked his lower lip, watching Erestor's gaze follow the motion.

**The world about him had melted into two sensations, the silk of Thranduil's hair around his fingers and the white heat of Thranduil's mouth. "Meleth... oh, melethron, I cannot..." In answer, Thranduil swallowed Erestor's cock to the base, sucking him as the elf shuddered into completion. For a time his mouth lingered, gently lapping the softening cock.

**Erestor languidly opened his eyes when the King's breath again ghosted across his face. "Kiss me again, pen-veleg (mighty one), I want to taste myself on your lips."


Elrond watched the two watching eachother with veiled glances. Had he not known his advisor so well, he might not have noticed a change in his demeanor but it was there. Thranduil as well seemed more engaged. In fact, his wineglass remained empty throughout the meal.

When the final course was removed Elrond stood and announced the start of the evening entertainment. Everyone disbursed into the Hall of Fire where Lindir shortly took up his lute and sang on the beauty of Mirkwood in honor of Thranduil and his entourage.

"Though your bard has never seen Mirkwood, he represents us well."

"Do I hear a jest from you, Thranduil?"

"I feel much refreshed after the visit with Lord Erestor. You were correct." Thranduil cut his eyes over to the smiling Lord of Imladris, feeling vaguely embarrassed. "You are more wicked than I, Noldo."

"Yes, but I hide it well." Elrond clapped Thranduil on his shoulder bringing forth a smile from both. "Speaking of Erestor, here he comes. I feel as though I am needed elsewhere." Elrond strode away in a swirl of burgundy robes and raven hair.

"Greetings, Lord Erestor. You're looking very sated this evening." How long until I can get him back to my bed? Thranduil almost gritted his teeth in frustration, wanting terribly to get his hands on Erestor's bare skin. How long would this night wear on?

"My Lord, I am only as sated as you are. The King of Mirkwood is our guest, correct?" Erestor smiled, looking around to see if they could escape. Most everyone's attention was on Lindir's performance. "I understand this has been a stressful time for you. We would not be offended if you chose to retire early. Entertainment continues here throughout the night, your attendants will have much to occupy them." Erestor tilted his head toward the large doors leading out of the hall and continued more quietly. "I will follow you."

"Let us waste no time, lovely one. I feel as though I have a fever." The last rumbled out in a low whisper that raised goosebumps on Erestor's skin. "It is an effort not to touch you. Come."

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Across the great hall, Baeloreth watched his King depart with Lord Erestor following close behind. Thranduil looked magnificent in the white suede breeches. He congratulated himself again at helping matters along and then turned his attention back to Lindir who just now laid down his lute.

"Master Lindir, a word if you have a moment?" Baeloreth stretched out his hand as Lindir turned toward him. "My name is Baeloreth."

"One of our honored guests. Mae govannen (well met), Baeloreth. I hope you enjoyed the songs." Lindir smiled warmly at the handsome stranger, taking his hand in greeting. "Come, let us have some wine. I so want to hear about Mirkwood. I have never seen such a place." He led Baeloreth a short distance to sit on a soft couch in a semi-private alcove behind where he had played. Other musicians took up playing so music swirled about them again.

"You sing so sweetly of our land to have never seen it, Master Lindir."

"Ah yes, I draw from the many legends about your King and his father and his father... all the hallowed tales of war and valor...and love." Lindir's eyes sparkled. "I fear I am a terrible romantic." His musical voice and friendly manner enamored Baeloreth further. "Tomorrow night Lord Elrond has asked me to sing love songs."

I am certain he has! So many forces at work together on my poor King. How could he have hoped to escape the snare laid so expertly here in this Lord's lovely valley?

"I shall look forward to tomorrow night, then." He sipped his wine as Lindir did the same. "Do you have anyone to go to tonight, Lindir? I would not keep you from anything."

"Are you asking me if I have a companion, Master Baeloreth?" Blue eyes sparkled at him again as Lindir moved slightly closer on the couch.

"Yes, you have discerned my purpose." Helpless to resist the draw of Lindir's playful nature, Baeloreth moved closer as well, daring to place his hand on the bard's slender thigh.

"I do not have one who awaits my presence this evening, mellon. If you do not mind my saying so, I noticed you at your King's side last night and hoped to approach you. Alas, until tonight you have all made such an impenetrable circle."

"My duties are concluded until after the morning meal has been sent to my King in his rooms. Would you spend your time with me?"

"Ai, fair one, do you like to dance?" Lindir took up Baeloreth's hand and gently kissed his palm before drawing him up and into the portion of the hall where several couples also danced closely with eachother.


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As soon as the suite doors closed behind them, Thranduil backed Erestor into them and took his mouth will all the force of his withheld desire. Erestor strained for control, desperately wanting to draw this out a bit. "Hiren, I have a story to tell you." The King deftly untied the sash from Erestor's waist, then slid the robe off his shoulders to puddle about their feet. Erestor's fingers played over the embroidered leaves on Thranduil's tunic, memorizing the fine texture and the anticipation of being so close to touching bare skin.

"What sort of story, melethron?" Thranduil stopped, caught by the dreamy quality of Erestor's voice.

"How I have fantasized about you, about surrendering to you. I have imagined myself at your feet."

Thranduil growled, clutching at Erestor's shoulders. "Valar ... you madden me." His breath sped up and Erestor could feel the King's pulse pounding beneath his lips where he kissed Thranduil's neck.

"I have brought the violet oil, but first allow me to undress for you. Come." Erestor took Thranduil's hand and led him out of the sitting room and into the bedchamber. The lamps were already lit, bathing the room with a subtle golden glow. "This light makes you shine, Golden One." He stood Thranduil before the bed, kissing him soundly before moving away enough to kneel and lift each of Thranduil's feet, removing each of his shoes in turn. He then leaned back on his knees and slid his tunic off over his head. He reached in his pocket and laid the small vial of violet oil at the King's feet before standing and removing his shoes and leggings.

Thranduil struggled to calm his breathing. Before him stood a perfect fantasy of fair skin and slender limbs. Erestor's cock stood straight up against his belly, glistening with tempting ribbons of precum. Thranduil reached for him, sinking his hands in the advisor's dark hair and running them through the entire length of it. His own arousal throbbed within the tight confines of his suede breeches but the pain of it only heightened his desire. He cleared his throat, wanting more of Erestor's game. "What else did you imagine pen-vaelui?"


Erestor sighed at the touch of Thranduil's hands, which strayed onto his chest. Thranduil pinched his nipples watching Erestor's cock jump in reply. "I was naked, you standing, shining as you do now in low light ... ahhh." Thranduil leaned in, nibbling on the advisor's pointed ears and licking behind each as his hands smoothed down his naked back. "You commanded me to pleasure myself for your oh ... your amusement." Erestor groaned and bit his lip as Thranduil wrapped one hand around his weeping cock and slid the fingers of the other gently into the crease of his bottom.

"The sounds you make when I touch you fire my blood!" Thranduil didn't recognize his own lust-roughened voice as he stroked his lover's hard arousal. "Your whole body trembles for me." Erestor's eyes rolled back in his head, Thranduil stood so close that all he could smell was flowering pine scent of the King. "Come for me, melethron!" Thranduil turned Erestor toward the bed, lowering him onto it just as his legs buckled and he groaned Thranduil's name in release, bathing the King's hand and his own belly with pearly fluid.

Watching his lover come undid Thranduil. In swift motions he tore off his tunic and breeches, snatched up the vial of oil and kneeled between Erestor's spread legs. "Open your eyes, beautiful one, look upon me."

"Take me, maethoren vain. Make me your own." Erestor drew up his legs while his lover emptied the contents of the small vial all over the advisor's chest, belly and crotch. He rubbed his hands through it, coating them and then his engorged cock, his eyes gone almost black with lust. Shaking, he eased two fingers into Erestor's passage, not wishing to hurt him by moving too quickly.

Erestor bore down onto Thranduil's fingers, whimpering as the small pain blossomed into blinding pleasure. "Please, please, take me."

Thranduil moved fully over his lover and guided himself home. He lay upon Erestor's violet scented skin and ran his oily hands through his lover's dark hair. He wanted to speak, to tell Erestor how beautifully he yielded beneath him. He felt Erestor's knees tighten around his ribs and could find no words as he thrust into Erestor's taut body, barely withdrawing before thrusting again, and again. The scent of violet overwhelmed him and he spiraled toward release with Erestor's moans filling his ears.

Thranduil opened his eyes to a sweet smile from his very tousled lover. He now lay upon his back with Erestor propped beside him on an elbow. "You passed out, Golden One."

"Not for long I hope?" He reached up and began smoothing tangled hair away from Erestor's glowing face.

"No, only a few moments." He leaned in and kissed Thranduil's warm mouth, playing his tongue fully against his lover's, feeling languid and heavy in the wake of their exertions
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"Stay with me in this bed." The King gathered Erestor close and the elf willingly snuggled into the King's body. "Stay with me."

"Ah, Hiren, I have already made that choice." Thranduil already drifted back into reverie so Erestor allowed his own heavy eyes to close. His own fears about the future now weighed much less upon his mind.


END