Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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17
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6
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Cinnamon and Vanilla
Cinnamon and Vanilla
Pairing: Erestor/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hot Elf Sex in the Pools of Lothlorien!
Disclaim: They belong to JRR Tolkien. I am just a fan. Who likes to write!
Chapter 1
Haldir sipped his wine. Leaving his cup up to his mouth he looked over the rim at his youngest brother.
Rumil was more than a little drunk. This celebration in honor of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian’s betrothal was his first since achieving his majority three weeks before. His silver hair was coming free of its careful braids, his eyes were glassy and he was very…happy. He was trying to drink from the wine bottle he was holding with his tongue, something Haldir, as his elder brother, found very disturbing.
“Stop that,” Haldir slurred, more than a little happy himself. “An’ don’ do it in public, some ellon might get ideas.” He snagged the bottle away on his first try and looked at it amazed.
“Oh,” Rumil said disappointed. Then, “Oh?” more cheerily. “Like I might want to have sex with them?”
Haldir shook his head at Rumil’s bright eyed smiling face. How could two brothers so al…wait, no, three brothers so alike, be so different? His dear, sweet, innocent, baby brother wanted to have sex. That was so not going to happen. Especially with anyone Haldir knew. All they wanted was sex! He would not have one of them wanting sex and his baby brother wanting sex having sex together!
Rumil frowned at him. “You have your, ‘someone did something stupid and now I have to hurt them’ look on your face.” He paused, scrunching up his own face in thought. “Was it something I said?”
Haldir took a swig from the bottle, then one from his cup. “No, no, you’re fine,” he said soothingly. “Now, about this sex thing. You have someone in mind already?”
“No,” came the heartening reply. “I’ve only been thinking about it since I turned fifty last month. You know, what kind of ellon I’d like, how romantic it would be…” He blinked at his older brother. “Does it hurt? The first time, I mean. For the one on the receiving end?”
The wine bottle and the cup both slipped from Haldir’s suddenly nerveless fingers. It was worse than he’d thought. His brother, his sweet, baby, innocent brother wanted to be a bottom! “Yes,” he said abruptly. “If the top doesn’t know what he’s doing—“
“Well, a couple of ellyn in my patrol were saying what a wonderful top you were,” Rumil interrupted, then drifted to a stop at the expression on Haldir’s face.
Haldir looked at him in horror. “Ew,” he said faintly.
Rumil peered at him in befuddlement. Then his drunken synapses filled him in. “Ew!” He backpedaled, coming up hard against one of the long banquet tables. “I didn’t mean it like that! I meant you might know someone, who isn’t you, who might be good for a first-time!”
Haldir relaxed a bit and snagged another bottle from the sadly depleted supply. It was now early morning after the party; most had long since paired off and gone to bed, but he and Rumil had stayed behind in the Clearing to toast his recent majority and acceptance into the Galadhrim. “I,” he paused to take a drink, “am far too drunk for this convers…talk. Why do you want to be a bottom anyway?”
Rumil hopped up on the table he was leaning against, narrowly missing the remains of a cheese platter. “What’s wrong with…Oo, cheese.” He took a bite then continued, “I took the class, ‘Your body and you.’ I like ellyn. I am a bottom. You,” he pointed at his older brother, having to close one eye to stop his finger from wavering, “obviously came out different. ‘Cause you’re a top.”
Haldir took another drink. His innocent baby sweet dear brother was too drunk to reason with. Rumil’s next question took him by surprise.
“Say, have you ever bottomed for someone?”
“No,” he managed, trying to clear the wine from his lungs.
“Oh.” Rumil swung his legs back and forth like an elfling and ate another piece of cheese. “Would you?”
“Would I what?” His dress gray tunic was stained with wine and what looked like grease. What was that from?
“Would you ever bottom for someone,” his annoying little brother persisted.
He stopped brushing at the stains. “I suppose,” he heard himself say. “But not for just anyone!”
“’Course not! …Like who?”
Haldir found himself giving the question careful thought. “Well…it would have to be someone I respected. Letting them into my body like that.”
“Like…Lord Celeborn? I respect him,” Rumil said.
“No!” he said instantly. “I mean, I do respect him, yes, but he’s married!”
“Oh, yeah, right. That whole, ‘bound to the other half of his soul and together for all of eternity’ thing.” He considered a moment. “That puts Lord Elrond out of the running too, then. How about Lord Cirdan?”
“The beard is just weird,” Haldir said with a shudder.
“Uhm…Mithrandir?”
Haldir gave his brother a pained look.
“Sorry,” Rumil said with a laugh. “How about…Lord Glorfindel?”
Haldir sighed. Rumil’s tenacity was legendary. He thought suddenly of the ellon he did really want to get to know better. “Lord Erestor,” his mouth said.
Rumil frowned. “Lord Elrond’s chief councilor?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking another drink. Erestor was…
“The one who scared Lindir as a child and made his hair turn white?”
He blinked. “Lindir is a Sindar; his hair has always been white!”
Rumil persisted, “But isn’t he the one Lord Glorfindel uses to scare the Imladhrim into behaving?”
“I’m sure that’s just a rumor,” Haldir said.
“Does he even have sex?”
“Maybe he’s just discreet?”
“Oo, or maybe the rumors are of him and Lord Elrond are true,” Rumil suggested excitedly, his voice rising, “and now he’s in the market for a new lover!”
“…and maybe the rumors are just rumors?” Haldir suggested back.
“Oh, come on. I dare you.” Rumil gave him an expectant look.
“I beg your pardon?” Haldir said, drawing himself up to glare down at his annoying and pesky brat of a brother.
Rumil leaned back on his hands and grinned up at him. “I. Dare. You.”
Dares between siblings were a sacred thing. “To do what, exactly?” Haldir asked.
“To bottom for Erestor, of course!” Rumil said. “Or are you…scared?”
Haldir put down the wine bottle and stood as straight as his inebriated state allowed. “I am not.” He wavered a moment. Erestor, with his long black hair, those sweeping lashes…and those graceful fingers…He found himself curious. “Okay,” he decided. “Where do you think he is?”
“In his guest talan?” Rumil offered.
“Hmm. I cannot just walk up, knock on the door and say, ‘Hello, I am here to have sex with you…’ We need a plan.”
Rumil paled. “We?”
He pointed at his brother. “Y-you suggested this, therefore you have to help me seduce him.”
His younger brother paled further. “Maybe this is not such a good idea. Lord Elrond—“
“Lord Elrond is engaged to Lady Celebrian, he doesn’t get a say in this,” Haldir retorted.
“Do I?” a silky smooth, mild voice asked.
Pairing: Erestor/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hot Elf Sex in the Pools of Lothlorien!
Disclaim: They belong to JRR Tolkien. I am just a fan. Who likes to write!
Chapter 1
Haldir sipped his wine. Leaving his cup up to his mouth he looked over the rim at his youngest brother.
Rumil was more than a little drunk. This celebration in honor of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian’s betrothal was his first since achieving his majority three weeks before. His silver hair was coming free of its careful braids, his eyes were glassy and he was very…happy. He was trying to drink from the wine bottle he was holding with his tongue, something Haldir, as his elder brother, found very disturbing.
“Stop that,” Haldir slurred, more than a little happy himself. “An’ don’ do it in public, some ellon might get ideas.” He snagged the bottle away on his first try and looked at it amazed.
“Oh,” Rumil said disappointed. Then, “Oh?” more cheerily. “Like I might want to have sex with them?”
Haldir shook his head at Rumil’s bright eyed smiling face. How could two brothers so al…wait, no, three brothers so alike, be so different? His dear, sweet, innocent, baby brother wanted to have sex. That was so not going to happen. Especially with anyone Haldir knew. All they wanted was sex! He would not have one of them wanting sex and his baby brother wanting sex having sex together!
Rumil frowned at him. “You have your, ‘someone did something stupid and now I have to hurt them’ look on your face.” He paused, scrunching up his own face in thought. “Was it something I said?”
Haldir took a swig from the bottle, then one from his cup. “No, no, you’re fine,” he said soothingly. “Now, about this sex thing. You have someone in mind already?”
“No,” came the heartening reply. “I’ve only been thinking about it since I turned fifty last month. You know, what kind of ellon I’d like, how romantic it would be…” He blinked at his older brother. “Does it hurt? The first time, I mean. For the one on the receiving end?”
The wine bottle and the cup both slipped from Haldir’s suddenly nerveless fingers. It was worse than he’d thought. His brother, his sweet, baby, innocent brother wanted to be a bottom! “Yes,” he said abruptly. “If the top doesn’t know what he’s doing—“
“Well, a couple of ellyn in my patrol were saying what a wonderful top you were,” Rumil interrupted, then drifted to a stop at the expression on Haldir’s face.
Haldir looked at him in horror. “Ew,” he said faintly.
Rumil peered at him in befuddlement. Then his drunken synapses filled him in. “Ew!” He backpedaled, coming up hard against one of the long banquet tables. “I didn’t mean it like that! I meant you might know someone, who isn’t you, who might be good for a first-time!”
Haldir relaxed a bit and snagged another bottle from the sadly depleted supply. It was now early morning after the party; most had long since paired off and gone to bed, but he and Rumil had stayed behind in the Clearing to toast his recent majority and acceptance into the Galadhrim. “I,” he paused to take a drink, “am far too drunk for this convers…talk. Why do you want to be a bottom anyway?”
Rumil hopped up on the table he was leaning against, narrowly missing the remains of a cheese platter. “What’s wrong with…Oo, cheese.” He took a bite then continued, “I took the class, ‘Your body and you.’ I like ellyn. I am a bottom. You,” he pointed at his older brother, having to close one eye to stop his finger from wavering, “obviously came out different. ‘Cause you’re a top.”
Haldir took another drink. His innocent baby sweet dear brother was too drunk to reason with. Rumil’s next question took him by surprise.
“Say, have you ever bottomed for someone?”
“No,” he managed, trying to clear the wine from his lungs.
“Oh.” Rumil swung his legs back and forth like an elfling and ate another piece of cheese. “Would you?”
“Would I what?” His dress gray tunic was stained with wine and what looked like grease. What was that from?
“Would you ever bottom for someone,” his annoying little brother persisted.
He stopped brushing at the stains. “I suppose,” he heard himself say. “But not for just anyone!”
“’Course not! …Like who?”
Haldir found himself giving the question careful thought. “Well…it would have to be someone I respected. Letting them into my body like that.”
“Like…Lord Celeborn? I respect him,” Rumil said.
“No!” he said instantly. “I mean, I do respect him, yes, but he’s married!”
“Oh, yeah, right. That whole, ‘bound to the other half of his soul and together for all of eternity’ thing.” He considered a moment. “That puts Lord Elrond out of the running too, then. How about Lord Cirdan?”
“The beard is just weird,” Haldir said with a shudder.
“Uhm…Mithrandir?”
Haldir gave his brother a pained look.
“Sorry,” Rumil said with a laugh. “How about…Lord Glorfindel?”
Haldir sighed. Rumil’s tenacity was legendary. He thought suddenly of the ellon he did really want to get to know better. “Lord Erestor,” his mouth said.
Rumil frowned. “Lord Elrond’s chief councilor?”
“Yeah,” he said, taking another drink. Erestor was…
“The one who scared Lindir as a child and made his hair turn white?”
He blinked. “Lindir is a Sindar; his hair has always been white!”
Rumil persisted, “But isn’t he the one Lord Glorfindel uses to scare the Imladhrim into behaving?”
“I’m sure that’s just a rumor,” Haldir said.
“Does he even have sex?”
“Maybe he’s just discreet?”
“Oo, or maybe the rumors are of him and Lord Elrond are true,” Rumil suggested excitedly, his voice rising, “and now he’s in the market for a new lover!”
“…and maybe the rumors are just rumors?” Haldir suggested back.
“Oh, come on. I dare you.” Rumil gave him an expectant look.
“I beg your pardon?” Haldir said, drawing himself up to glare down at his annoying and pesky brat of a brother.
Rumil leaned back on his hands and grinned up at him. “I. Dare. You.”
Dares between siblings were a sacred thing. “To do what, exactly?” Haldir asked.
“To bottom for Erestor, of course!” Rumil said. “Or are you…scared?”
Haldir put down the wine bottle and stood as straight as his inebriated state allowed. “I am not.” He wavered a moment. Erestor, with his long black hair, those sweeping lashes…and those graceful fingers…He found himself curious. “Okay,” he decided. “Where do you think he is?”
“In his guest talan?” Rumil offered.
“Hmm. I cannot just walk up, knock on the door and say, ‘Hello, I am here to have sex with you…’ We need a plan.”
Rumil paled. “We?”
He pointed at his brother. “Y-you suggested this, therefore you have to help me seduce him.”
His younger brother paled further. “Maybe this is not such a good idea. Lord Elrond—“
“Lord Elrond is engaged to Lady Celebrian, he doesn’t get a say in this,” Haldir retorted.
“Do I?” a silky smooth, mild voice asked.