Elrond cleaned and dressed himself while he contemplated last night. On one hand, he was considerably annoyed that someone had the temerity to both enter his chambers and his body. Even so, as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't say the episode hadn't done him some good. He felt relaxed. He felt, well, he simply felt refreshed. The Elven Lord hadn't been intimate with another in so long he'd forgotten what it felt like to fall asleep in someone's arms after love making. Schooling his features into his usual solemn mien, he adjusted his russet robes and exited his chambers.
On the way to breakfast with those who still remained in Rivendell, Elrond considered his dream lover and wondered again at the identity. He felt certain no one from his household was the one who snuck into his bed. That only left one of the many guests. Which one? As he settled himself at the large table with his guests, he studied each in turn. The council members had yet to depart, but his mind rejected them out of hand. One of the fellowship perhaps?
His gray eyes focused first on
the Hobbits. He had to work to keep the smile off his face as he tried to
envision one of the delightful little troublemakers sneaking into his room
and fondling him. While they were undoubtedly capable of sneakiness, as Merry,
Pippin, and Sam had demonstrated with their eavesdropping on the council meeting,
he did not think his dream lover had possessed hairy toes. Frodo, Elrond carefully
observed, was too reserved and too-he hated to admit it-consumed by the quest
to notice sexual matters. Again, his mind argued, no hairy feet.
Estel? Elrond mentally rolled his eyes. The body pressed against his had been
male, yes. The body pressed against his had been a warrior's, true. But Estel
was loyal to Arwen; of that fact Elrond remained certain. Besides, he was
like a father to Aragorn and he doubted much that the Ranger would ever consider
such an act.
Elrond considered Boromir, the other human warrior in the group. He was bold. He was outspoken. He was self-confident bordering on arrogant. Could he have tempted fate and Elrond's wrath by sneaking into the lord's chambers for a tryst? No, thought Elrond, Boromir lacked that kind of subtlety.
Seated beside Boromir was Gandalf. His blue eyes missed little and rested questioningly on Elrond as he noticed the Elf scanning the assembly. Bushy gray eyebrows raised in subtle question and Elrond quickly slid his own gaze away from the wily old wizard. He and Gandalf had been friends longer than many in the room had been alive. He trusted Gandalf's wisdom and valued him as a friend equal to only Celeborn. Besides, his dream lover had possessed no beard.
Startled, Elrond stared at the only other Elf at the table. No beard. Calloused hands. Strong warrior's build. Long, sensual legs. Pointed ears. Only another Elf or one who had been with an Elf would know how erogenous the tips of an Elf's ears were. The crystal blue eyes turned and met Elrond's own gray ones and Legolas bowed his head respectfully. Elrond forced himself to breath calmly. Was there a mischievious glint in Legolas' eye? Was there a hidden meaning behind the smile?
"Lord Elrond, is something wrong?" Legolas' melodious voice snapped Elrond from his reverie.
"Not at all, Prince Legolas," Elrond answered casually. "I was merely taking in the sight of this auspicious assemblage. Not since the armies of men and Elves marched against Sauron have such a group banded together in a united front and I find myself in awe."
Gandalf the Gray smiled behind his beard. Aragorn's green eyes flickered briefly and he cocked his head sideways. Boromir leaned back in his seat, forearms resting on the table's edge while he scanned his fellow quest members. Legolas' bow shaped mouth curved in a gentle smile. Only the Hobbits and the Dwarf remained oblivious to anything but their meal.
"You believe, then, that we do more than dream, Lord Elrond?" Boromir meticulously wiped his fingers on a cloth napkin, squarely meeting the Elf's ever-widening gray gaze. "Can we really hope to sneak into the very heart of Sauron's lair and accost him whilst he sleeps and forever destroy him?"
Surely he misread the man of Gondor. "I do, indeed, Boromir. I believe in dreams."
Boromir's head titled back arrogantly. "Let us pray we do more than dream, Lord, for I believe Fate has not finished with us."
"We have much planning to do," Gandalf broke the mounting tension between the Steward's son and the Lord of Rivendell. "Would you show us your maps, Elrond?"
A little later, the warriors poured over their maps and discussed strategy and plan and tried to think of every contingency against every conceivable disaster. Boromir insisted they should go towards Gondor. Gimli son of Gloin insisted on the mines of Moira. Gandalf had his own ideas and refused outright both the mines and the road to Gondor, as it would take them too close to Isenguard. Aragorn seconded Gandalf against the roads to Gondor but remained silent concerning Moira. The day waned and the group finally broke apart, each seeking to relax after the arduous planning and mapping. The next phase would be equipage and each also had his ideas about what was needed for whom.
Elrond had spent the day with his focus torn between the quest and the individual members of the group. His nose fairly twitched as he came in proximity to each person, seeking the scent with which he'd become so familiar over the last two nights. He felt fairly ridiculous as he slyly sniffed each member like a dog trying to identify his master in a crowd. His ears, too, joined in the search as he sought out the nuances of each person's speech, seeking the husky voice that had whispered in his ear. His eyes studied hands and bodies, searching for some sign that would give away the identity of his dream lover. All to no avail. In the end, the great Elrond found himself frustrated and feeling silly.
He wondered how much Gandalf or
Estel had observed and if they thought him quite mad. He wondered, also, if
he would have a chance to learn more once he retired for the evening. Perchance
his dream lover would return and his torment would end. He sat through dinner
with an air of hard won calm and tried not to think about how much he would
prefer to be in his chambers, waiting for the one who haunted his nights.
By the time Elrond finally arrived in his chambers, the moon rode low in the sky. Though they had spent the day planning and discussing routes, the debate had not ended when they left the library for the dining room. In fact, the discussion lasted throughout the meal and beyond. Finally, Gandalf had called an end to the debates and the group had retired to the solar where the Elves, accompanied by Bilbo Baggins, began reciting poetry and singing. Even the guests joined in, adding epics from their own homelands.
Tiredly, Elrond stripped and climbed between clean sheets. He was thankful his servants had tidied up his bed for the idea of smelling his lover all night daunted Elrond. Even during the celebrations he'd tried vainly to discover his lover's identity and he grew weary from the effort. Now all he wanted was sleep. Only his body did not agree with his assessment. Moreover, his body believed what he needed was more loving, if the rising of his member against his belly was an indication. Restlessly the Elf turned over in his bed and tried to get more comfortable. Like his quest, the effort to find rest was futile. His sharp Elven ears listened for telltale footfalls. His eyes constantly scanned the shadows. His cock wept for the mouth that had so pleasured it the night before.
Near dawn, strong arms encompassing his waist awakened Elrond. He instinctively raised his arms, intending to ward off the intrusion until he could discover the identity of his lover. The grip tightened and he found himself firmly imprisoned in the strong arms. The calloused hands gripped his wrists, holding them pinned against his smooth chest. Long legs wrapped around Elrond's own. A stiff cock pressed against his cheeks. Warm breath tickled the nape of his neck. No mortal man could have held Elrond so tightly with nothing more than his own body.
"Who are you?" Elrond asked quietly, keeping his voice level and avoiding his usual imperious manner, knowing full well that whoever held him captive would not respond to arrogance. "I would like to know the identity of the one who pleasures me so sweetly."
Soft laughter greeted his request as lips nuzzled the lord's long unbound hair. The hips pressed more firmly against Elrond and the stiff cock slid between the Elf's thighs to brush against the sac beneath his cock. Elrond's breath caught in his throat as the cock slid easily and smoothly against his own. He parted his thighs a little more. His lover permitted that small concession and lessened his grip on Elrond. A hot wet mouth sucked the tip of Elrond's ear and the lord moaned loudly, titling his head back on the pillow in wanton invitation. The mouth opened wider, sliding all of the delicate point inside the slick depth and began a sucking motion that had Elrond panting in seconds. Below the satin sheets, Elrond's cock twitched, declaring its jealousy of the pleasured ear. Nails grazed Elrond's distended nipples, pinching and pulling roughly, eliciting throaty moans from the captive.
Teeth and tongue released Elrond's ear. "Do you want me?"
Elrond panted. "I want to pleasure you as you pleasure me."
A soft groan greeted Elrond's request. "Soon."
An arm slid from beneath the sheets and grasped both cocks at once, pressing them together beneath the satin and squeezing gently. Elrond inhaled sharply and his hips bucked of their own accord. The hand imprisoning the two cocks began teasing and stroking through the dampened material as Elrond pressed his ass to the hips behind him. The hand tightened, pressing Elrond's cock firmly against the other and began a fast, nearly brutal rhythm that made Elrond's heart race. Behind him, the body shifted, coming up a little and fully taking Elrond's ear in his mouth yet again. His lover's mouth sucked and licked his ear with abandon. Meanwhile, the hand holding their cocks together shifted slightly so that the nails grazed them with each stroke, combining a sharp, nearly painful feel with that of soft satin.
Elrond raised his hand, intending to grasp his lover's head and entangle his fingers in the hair he could feel brushing his shoulder. A strong arm locked again around his wrist. "Do you want me?" Hot breath feathered Elrond's jaw and neck.
"Yes, my love, I want you," he ground out between thrusts.
The hand working so diligently on his cock ceased and the Elven Lord of Rivendell growled. The satin sheet slid up, covering Elrond's face and head, yet again, and left him exposed below the waist. He could feel the cool night air on his flushed skin and the heat of his lover's body where it pressed in to his back. Rough hands squeezed his ass and Elrond shifted, inviting more. Wanting more. Needing more. Two fingers thrust inside him without warning, harshly shoving past the tight ring and searching out Elrond's tender prostate. Elrond whimpered.
The fingers withdrew and before Elrond knew it, the thick cock that he so craved was thrusting inside him, burning and tearing and filling him to the core. A thigh levered between his and he felt himself being pulled and lifted at the same time. Beneath him, his lover shifted until Elrond lay on his back atop a strong body. The satin sheet again covered his face and he could only see his lover's profile dimly. Deep inside him, his lover's cock twitched and Elrond moaned in response. He raised his head from strong shoulders and pressed his lips against the side of a smooth jaw. His lover turned and presented Elrond with inviting lips. Elrond quickly captured his lover's mouth with his own and thrust his tongue into the mouth, tasting wine and satin mixed with the sweetness of his lover.
Elrond felt the legs beneath his own shift, sliding open and pulling his own legs further apart, settling his ass more comfortably in the cradle of his lover's hips. Strong fingers reached beneath the satin and grasped Elrond's, pulling them down his chest, circling his navel, until both sets of hands clamped around his cock and pulled ever so gently. Elrond and his lover moaned together as he shifted his weight.
Lips nuzzled his jaw through the satin. "Pleasure me, my lord."
Elrond's head tilted back so that it lay on the pillow, cradled between muscular shoulder and smooth jaw. He brought his feet up and placed them atop muscular thighs, just above the knees and began to rock. His back pressed against a smooth chest. His lover groaned in pleasure and Elrond increased the rhythm. The hands holding his against his cock and sac slipped away and came to rest beneath his ass. Strong fingers pulled open his cheeks, increasing the amount of cock inside his ass. Elrond tilted his hips, seeking the point where pain and pleasure collided. Beneath him, hips bucked and rocked, keeping the cock deep in Elrond's ass. Frighteningly strong arms boosted Elrond along the thick shaft embedded in his body. They moaned together, finding a rhythm that punished and pleased at the same time and in equal measure.
"Come for me, my lord," the voice hissed in desperation.
Delighted, Elrond realized the tables had turned somewhat. "Who are you?"
The hands holding his ass squeezed, sharp nails digging in to the tender flesh between his cheeks and the hips thrust up, forcing the cock painfully against Elrond's prostate. When the lord cried aloud, the voice whispered. "Give me what I crave."
Tears stung Elrond's eyes and he gasped for air. The body beneath him relaxed and allowed Elrond to again find that sweet rhythm. The tip of the cock grazed his prostate and Elrond knew he would only get pleasure from his lover, but no answers until he was ready to reveal his identity. Rivendell's master turned off his mind, giving in to the pleasure and the need for release, accepting his defeat as gracefully as he accepted the cock in his ass.
A soft "hunh" issued from his lover's lips each time Elrond thrust down on the cock in his ass and he concentrated hard on the sound. He used it to gauge his lover's closeness even as he felt the body beneath his tremble and the fingers digging so viciously in to his ass clench. Elrond panted heavily, the air beneath the sheet warm and cloying, tasting of sweat. He licked his lips, tasting satin and salt. His left hand stroked his own shaft; roughly fingering the sensitive head and smearing clear come along the shaft. The right squeezed his balls, kneading fondling them. His muscles began to strain as his release, held long in check, exploded. Come spilled into his palm and on to his stomach, pooling deliciously inside his naval. With his cry of pleasure, the body beneath his tensed and the soft moans turned into a tortured hiss of breath that ended in a cry of delight as come shot from the shaft in to Elrond's waiting ass. For a long time, they lay in each other's arms, saying nothing, only enjoying the quiet stretching between them.
At last his dream lover stirred, pushing Elrond over on to the mattress and settling in behind him, spoon fashion. The sheet slipped from Elrond's face, but he remained captive in such a way he could not turn his head to see who lay behind him.
"Will you be here when I wake," Elrond asked sleepily as an arm slipped around his waist and settled comfortably beneath his belly.
"No, my lord, I cannot."
"Will you tell me who you are?" He hated begging, but he couldn't help it. He had to know.
Softly, sadly, the voice replied. "I am the one who goes where you bid him, my lord."