"I'm the one who goes where you bid me, my lord," those words haunted Elrond throughout the following week as he sent group after group scouting the roads ahead, seeking safe passage for Frodo and his precious burden. In that time, nearly sixty Elves had departed Rivendell and from that moment on, Elrond had spent his nights alone. Anguish tore at him. What if he'd sent his beautiful dream lover to his doom? What if he never learned the identity of the one who had so pleasured his nights? The thoughts chased each other around in his mind, immediately followed by worries over the fellowship, until his head ached from the strain.
Elrond's sons, Aragorn, Legolas, and several other elves and Rangers had left Rivendell trying to find out what had happened to the Nine, and to gather other news before the Fellowship set out. There would be a month long delay before they would have to leave, which would give the hobbit, Frodo more time to rest and prepare. Or wait impatiently, as Elrond was doing now. He spent much of this time with Gandalf, Glorfindel, or Erestor poring over maps and deciding on routes. During the day, no one could tell how anxious he was, but each night, as soon as he closed the door to his rooms, he would collapse back against the door and close his eyes, letting down his guard and allowing his worries to show to the empty room. The short-lived relief that his secret lover had afforded him was quickly forgotten as each night, he waited, alone in the bed still covered in white satin.
But time passed, as it always does, and the patrols began to come back, with his sons and the Prince of Mirkwood arriving last, just a day after Aragorn had returned. Elrond embraced both of his sons and greeted Legolas with a bright smile and a warrior's handshake, clasping his forearm. Was it his imagination, or did Legolas grip his arm just a shade too long? And how warmly the younger elf had smiled at him. Elrond was jerked from his musings by Aragorn, who was anxious to hear the news they had. Elrond led them all to his study where Glorfindel, Erestor, and Gandalf waited.
Several hours later, they all emerged, exhausted but more at ease as the news brought back indicated that the Nine had been forced to make their way back to Sauron on foot, a journey that could take months. The Fellowship had a chance to leave Rivendell undetected. They would have to leave soon, though, to make use of the opportunity. Elrond declared that they should prepare to depart in three days. Gandalf and Aragorn agreed. Though Elrond was relieved that the decision had been made, he was still on edge, thinking that he was sending all of them towards their possible deaths. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with both hands as the meeting broke up and everyone left to bathe before dinner.
Dinner that evening was quiet. Elrond spent much of the meal watching Legolas, trying to discern the Prince's thoughts behind those sparkling blue eyes. He was concentrating so much on Legolas that he failed to notice a pair of dark eyes watching him throughout the meal. He didn't eat much, he was still too on edge, but this time, it was from trying to read each word and expression that Legolas cast his way. He hoped to catch the blond archer alone for a moment, but Legolas was anxious to see to his gear before the Fellowship left; so he excused himself early and left the table.
Elrond retired to his rooms as soon as it was appropriate to do so. He sensed that tonight, he would have a visit from his dream again. He planned on trapping him this time. He was sure it was Legolas, and he wanted to make sure the young Prince got as much as he gave this night. He attached the same leather bindings to the bedposts as had been used on him, then he covered them with the pillows. He tugged off his robe and tunic, but left his leggings on. Lastly, he unbraided his hair and slid between the cool white sheets. He turned on his side so he faced the wall. He wanted to give Legolas the impression that he was asleep, as he had been previously.
This time, Elrond heard the intruder scaling the tree outside his window and jumping lightly over the balcony. He heard the light footsteps of the intruder, and felt his presence as soon as he moved near the bed where Elrond lay, holding his breath. As soon as his dream lover moved to capture his wrists, Elrond lunged, throwing the unknown elf face down onto the bed, trapping both slender wrists in one of his own, then quickly binding his hands to one of the bed posts, using the soft leather bindings that he'd hidden earlier. The elf under him bucked and struggled, but made no sound save for a soft grunt as he tried to free himself. He finally gave up when Elrond leaned back after securing his wrists. The intruder couldn't move his lower body either, as Elrond was straddling his hips.
Elrond finally got a good look at his assailant. It was definitely an elf, no man would have such slender, but strong limbs, and of course, no being but an elf would have hair like that, cascading in waves down his back, a single braid keeping the silky tresses away from his face. Elrond laughed as he became aware of exactly who was lying helplessly under him.
"Erestor."
The trapped seneschal used all the cold dignity he could muster when he answered,
his voice muffled by the bedding. "Yes, my Lord?"
"What exactly are you doing?"
"Uh…"
"No. I know what you were about. Why?"
"I cannot tell you that, Lord Elrond."
"What? You CAN sneak into my room and…have your way with me, but you cannot tell me why?"
"It…it…I could
tell you, my Lord, if you were to move off of me so I can draw breath."
Elrond shifted only a little, causing his momentarily unnoticed hardened cock
to brush against Erestor's available backside. Both elves hissed at the tingling
contact. Elrond smiled down at his captive and instead of getting off of him,
he slid his hands slowly up the length of Erestor's body, dragging his tunic
up, leaving trails of fire along bare skin. When he had pulled Erestor's tunic
up, Elrond quickly unbound the trapped wrists, and lifting his body up slightly,
he ordered his advisor to turn over.
Erestor rolled over on his back
with some difficulty as his wrists were still tied and his body was trapped
between Elrond's legs. Finally though, he lay still, his wrists now being
bound above his head and his tunic pulled up to cover his head, leaving him
essentially blind. When Elrond sat back up, he tightened his legs slightly,
making sure Erestor knew who was in charge this time.
"My Lord?"
"Yes?"
"Must you blindfold me?"
"Yes. You can still FEEL everything, and that is the most important thing, don't you agree?"
Erestor only swallowed and nodded, then he took a deep breath to steady himself and began to explain. "My Lord. We did not do this to humiliate you. Or even cause you too much concern. It was apparent to us that you were nearing a breaking point, you were so tense and no relief in sight. We rather took it upon ourselves to make sure you didn't uh…well, you cannot deny that you felt much better, can you?"
Elrond listened, but made sure to keep casually stroking his hands along Erestor's bare chest and stomach, stopping only to gently pinch his hardened nipples. This caused Erestor to squeak and gasp the entire time he was trying to talk. When he stopped though, Elrond impaled him with a cold gaze as he reached down between them, grabbed the evidence of Erestor's mutual arousal, and squeezed hard, almost painfully.
"WE? Who else is involved?"
Erestor groaned and struggled to get away from Elrond's grip but quit when
he realized that the Lord of Rivendell was only holding him tighter.
"Who else is involved, Erestor?" A tightening of his grip once more.
"Ahhhh…ahh…My Lord…please!"
"Answer me, Erestor. Then I will release you." More squeezing. Even Elrond winced at the pain Erestor must be feeling now.
"AAhhhh…My Lord…Please!"
Realizing that Erestor wouldn't give him the name of his accomplice, Elrond released him, though not for long. He moved off of Erestor, forcing his legs apart and settling between them, reaching up to grab the waistband of his leggings, which he started to tug down over Erestor's hips.
Erestor pushed up to help Elrond remove his clothing, still unable to see his Lord's face, but he could tell that Elrond was bent on revenge this night. Erestor decided it was best to cooperate in the hopes it would end sooner. He heard Elrond toss his leggings to the floor.
The bed dipped as Elrond moved up, forcing Erestor's legs further apart with his knees. The dark-haired advisor gasped as he felt a warm mouth encompass his nipple, bringing it to a tiny peak almost instantly. His cock twitched in response, the pain he had experienced moments before forgotten in a rush of heat as Elrond sucked and nibbled, then licked each nipple, across his chest, and slowly downward, leaving a wet trail as he went.
Since Erestor could not see much, his hearing seemed to be hyper active, and he heard the step on the balcony seconds before Elrond was aware of someone moving there. He felt Elrond sit up, but before either of them could do anything, the mystery person came flying toward the bed, knocking Elrond off of Erestor, the two of them rolling off the other side of the bed where the intruder landed with a thud on top of Elrond, who lay on the floor momentarily stunned, trying to catch his breath.
Erestor's rescuer used his advantage to pin Elrond's wrists in one hand while standing and pulling the elf Lord to his feet. In a matter of moments, Elrond lay face down on the bed, next to Erestor, his wrists bound over his head and his tunic pulled up in an imitation of Erestor's, cutting off his sight. Erestor heard Elrond moan as he was, once again, trapped and blind; at the mercy of a person whose identity he didn't know. Erestor, however, did know who it was, and he shook his head in warning at his accomplice when his eyesight was restored and he looked up into a smirking grin. He didn't smile back.
Elrond's voice sounded from the depths of the bedclothes.
"Let me go. Erestor. Tell your partner to release me, or both of you shall suffer the consequences. Release me NOW."
Erestor's dark eyes met blue ones and he nodded.
"Perhaps it is time to reveal yourself."
For a reply, the intruder simply leaned over Erestor and stuffed the end of his tunic back inside his mouth. Erestor struggled and twisted, his body brushing against Elrond's as he tried vainly to free himself for Elrond's bonds. Elrond grunted as Erestor's knee hit his hip.
"This has gone too far." He muttered into the pillow. "I do not mind a few games. Indeed, I have truly enjoyed them. Enough, however, is enough."
His reply came in the form of a wet tongue sliding along the cleft of his ass, stroking slowly, sensually from top to bottom. A face nestled between his legs and his balls were sucked deep into a warm mouth. Elrond panted loudly, his breath leaving heat pools in the pillow. The mouth moved away and Elrond moaned loudly.
"Please, don't stop," he begged as he wriggled and squirmed.
But the intruder had turned to Erestor and sucked his cock deep into the same mouth that moments ago had tantalized Elrond. Erestor gasped around his gag. Rough hands pressed against his hips, preventing him from bucking. The tongue wrapped around Erestor's erection and licked up the underside of his cock, slowly and gently. The tongue flattened on the head and pressed down tightly against the slit. Erestor inhaled so deeply, he almost choked on his own tunic. Elrond moaned in frustration as he heard Erestor being pleasured.
"I-I cannot," he panted, unable to complete either thought or sentence.
Erestor twisted his head sideways. "Winf nof whaf I phramed." He tried to defend his actions around the gag.
A stinging slap to his butt-cheek convinced him to say nothing more and Erestor turned his face away from Elrond. A soft kiss followed the slap, gently licking the red welt. The tongue continued up Erestor's side, gently nipping and biting all the way to his erect nipples. When lips locked around the small puckered nub, Erestor forgot all about revealing his partner's identity to Elrond. Maybe it was better he did not know. The less competition Erestor had, the better. The lips moved away from Erestor's chest and latched on to his sensitive ear and sucked hard.
"Ah," Erestor moaned loudly.
Elrond could feel soft hair spread along his shoulder and the fine muscles of someone squeezed between himself and Erestor. He could smell woods and leather and a heady, musky sent that reminded him of …sex. A hand grazed his back, running the length of Elrond's spine all the way back to the crack of Elrond's ass. As Elrond wriggled his legs farther apart, a single finger slowly pushed past the tight ring of his ass. Without thinking, in fact, unable to think, Elrond arched his back, pushing the digit further inside his body. The finger twisted around and around, grazing that sensitive spot deep inside Elrond, searching and teasing, forcing sounds from Elrond's throat that he'd not made in millennia. As soon as the Imladris Lord started to fuck the finger buried in his ass, the finger withdrew.
Erestor felt the bonds holding
his hands above his head slacken, though his wrists were not unbound. Hands
pulled him into a sitting position and he was propped against the headboard
with a pillow behind his shoulders. The intruder stood over him and slowly
unlaced his leggings, revealing narrow hips and strong thighs and an erection
that made the seneschal moan in anticipated pleasure. He was certain Elrond
would have his head mounted at the front gate come the morning, but for the
moment, Erestor cared not at all. The cock came forward at the same time the
hand removed the tunic from Erestor's mouth. Before the elder Elf could speak,
the cock was shoved deep into his mouth. Titling back his head, Erestor took
it all, sucking and swallowing as best he could. He loved the tasted and the
feel of the cock in his mouth. Gentle hands reached forward and grasped Erestor's
ears. Erestor moaned encouragement as the cock began to fuck his mouth, slowly
at first and then harder and harder until Erestor's head banged rhythmically
against the headboard.
Erestor clasped his own cock in his bound hands and began pumping, searching
for his release. One of the hands holding his ears delivered a sharp blow
to his shoulder and Erestor removed his hands. The cock withdrew and Erestor's
partner-cum-tormentor pulled Erestor until he lay face down on the bed. Warm
hands pulled Erestor's cheeks open and a warm tongue slid deep into his ass.
Erestor pushed back, wanting, needing the tongue that was so hot and wet inside
him.
Next, the unknown Elf gently pulled the satin sheet from beneath Elrond, and as he had done on previous occasion, covered Elrond's eyes. He then lifted Elrond and positioned him atop Erestor. Slipping a hand between the seneschal and the Elf Lord, deft fingers inserted Elrond's cock into the crack of Erestor's ass.
"Do you want him, my lord?" The voice whispered.
"Yes," breathed Elrond, feeling the tightness of the ass beneath him and wanting so much to sheath his aching erection into the warm depths. He shifted on to his knees with the aid of hands on his hips and began to push into Erestor. Beneath him, Elrond could feel Erestor tense as his cock penetrated the tightness of his ass. Then resistance vanished and Elrond was completely sheathed in Erestor's body.
Behind Elrond, warm breath stirred on his ass as fingers again pulled him open.
"What do you want of me, my lord?"
"Taste me," Elrond moaned, forgetting everything but the feel of Erestor beneath him and the warm lips nuzzling his ass and the backs of his thighs.
At his command, the tongue entered Elrond, roughly at first, twisting and rolling inside the tight opening. Teeth grazed the outer ring and fingers dug into the skin of his inner thighs. Elrond's hips wriggled and his cock brushed against Erestor's prostate, nearly sending the seneschal over the edge. Elrond bit Erestor's shoulder as the tongue deep inside of him slithered in and out.
The Elf behind Elrond moved forward, leaning over Elrond to whisper in his ear. "Is that all you want of me, my lord?'
"Take me," Elrond ordered, forgetting he was not the one in charge. "I want you… inside… me. Please."
"I go where you bid me, my lord," the voice said with some irony.
Strong fingers pulled open Elrond's cheeks and a thick, hot cock filled Elrond. The stinging and pulling sensation was more than Elrond could bear and he screamed. The cock inside him began to move ever so slowly, pulling all the way out the head and holding steady for several heartbeats with the head just at the opening before plunging back into Elrond's depths. With every thrust, Elrond was pushed deeper into Erestor who wriggled and moaned and tried to push back against the incredible weight crushing him into the mattress. In and out. In and out. Slowly, gently, sensuously. Each thrust hit Elrod's prostate and earned a cry of pleasure of the master of Imladris.
"Harder," Elrond begged against Erestor's ear, gasping for breath.
Behind him, his dream lover complied. He fucked Elrond harder and faster, ramming his cock hard and deep, driving Elrond into Erestor and Erestor into the mattress. On bottom, Erestor was helpless. He could not grasp his aching, weeping cock and find relief. In the middle, Elrond felt more pleasure than he thought he could bear.
"I..ah.." he moaned, nearing the edge.
"Yes, my lord." The voice crooned in to his perfectly pointed ear. "Come for me, my lord."
And Elrond did. He arched his back, pressing hard against Erestor and gasped as his seed spilled deep in to his long time friend and trusted advisor. His lover gasped as well, Elrond's tight heat taking him to the edge. He tensed as he found his release, digging his hands into Elrond's hips. A warm tongue gently lapped at Elrond's ear. Arms slipped around his waist, coming to rest under Erestor. Long fingered hands took Erestor's swollen member and began a furious stroking pace that gave the seneschal immediate pleasure. In seconds, he too, cried out as he spilled his essence on to the white satin sheets.
Elrond's gray eyes stared at the swollen lips of his seneschal and wondered how in the world he'd gotten here. He was about to speak when a light, butterfly kiss was dropped on his shoulder. The weight atop him shifted and he felt his lover leave his side. Hands that had so expertly brought Erestor to completion rolled Elrond on to his back. Lips pressed against Elrond's through the cloth, the tongue invading his mouth and tasting of Erestor and himself and sweat soaked satin.
"Sleep well, my lord," said the voice after releasing Elrond's lips.
Erestor found himself scooped in to long, strong arms and crushed against a muscular chest. His partner-in-crime carried him easily to the balcony and deposited him, naked, exhausted and satiated, near the tree. "Go, Erestor."
By the time Erestor was halfway down the tree, his partner was gone and Elrond had drifted into reverie.