Erestor sat glumly in the fork of a tree and watched as Glorfindel scaled the lower branches. Once he reached Erestor's perch, Glorfindel produced a shiny red apply from his sleeve and handed it silently to the refugee.
"My thanks," Erestor said, taking a bite from the sweet fruit.
"Sleep well?" Glorfindel made himself comfortable on an upper branch and stared down at his friend.
Erestor licked juice from his lips and swallowed. "Not really. How is Elrond's temper?"
Glorfindel chuckled mirthlessly. "Let us say that his self exile to his library is mutually beneficial for all and leave it at that, shall we?"
Erestor groaned. "How ever did I let them talk me into this?" He lamented.
"Perhaps if you told me who they are I could more easily answer the question."
"Ha! No, I think I shall keep my secret a little longer, Glorfindel. I like my head balanced nicely where it is."
"I believe Elrond may be contemplating which one of your heads he's going to mount at the front gate. I also believe it would serve us both if you told me exactly what is going on around here. The fellowship's departure grows nigh and Elrond has much to do to help them prepare. We have no time for this nonsense, Erestor."
Erestor tossed his apple core to the ground and watched dejectedly as it bounced on the ground. "I would that I could, Glorfindel. I fear, now, that anything I might say will only create a worse situation than already exists."
"I doubt that. Were you aware that last
night Elrond sneaked into Legolas' room?"
Erestor said nothing, so Glorfindel continued. "He was under the impression
that the Prince of Mirkwood was a part of the 'games' being played in his rooms.
This seemed to come as a surprise to Legolas."
"I am sure the whole thing will sort itself out soon enough, Glorfindel." Erestor said rather cryptically. "Those involved will have to reveal themselves to Elrond before the fellowship departs."
"In the meantime, Erestor, would it not be better if you faced Elrond and gave him an account of your role in this?"
"I would rather bed a dwarf," Erestor snapped. "My role in this is limited, Glorfindel. I was only in Elrond's room as …a diversion."
"I am under the impression he was quite…diverted."
"You intentionally misconstrue my meaning. I was not supposed to be a part of the evenings' activities. I was…I was…" Erestor's face flushed and he could not finish.
Glorfindel finished for him. "You were there for the warm up and should have left as soon as the real dream lover appeared, but Elrond turned the tables."
Erestor's expression would have been comical had he not been so woebegone. "I was not happy with the whole thing, but I was not really given a choice. Glorfindel, please, do not tell Elrond. I beg you. I will do anything you wish if you will only promise not to reveal that part to him. I could not face him."
Glorfindel smiled wickedly. "Anything, you say?"
Erestor gulped. "Anything," he whispered.
"Why don't you go for a ride in the countryside,
Erestor? If I can't find you, I can't tell Elrond where you are." Glorfindel
began shimmying down the tree.
Elrond stared hard at the text in front of him and still he could not decipher
the words. Not only had he read the text before, he was, in fact, co-author.
To wit, he could quote the book backwards and forwards. Or could until today.
Or, perhaps, until last night. Then, too, his inability to focus might have
started several weeks ago when a hot-blooded Elf had crept into his bed and
made love to him. Elrond was no longer certain. He rubbed his tired eyes.
A knock on the door offered a welcome interruption. "Come." The door swung open and Elrond wished he had not answered. "Legolas. How may I help you?"
Legolas entered the library and gently closed the door behind him. "I came to see how you fared this morning, Lord Elrond." His voice was soft, soothing, sexy. With him came the sent of woods and spring flowers.
"I am well, Legolas. Thank you for asking. I was trying to do a little more research to aid you in your quest."
Legolas smiled, his lips curling at the corners and his blue eyes dancing with gentle humor. "I hope last night has left no ill affects."
Mentally Elrond cringed. He had hoped Legolas would be as mortified as he and not bring up the terrible night. "I would apologize again for the incident. I am not in the habit of molesting my guests."
Legolas glided towards Elrond, still smiling. "There was no harm done to me, my lord." He perched on the table where Elrond sat, his hip brushing aside the book Elrond had open.
Elrond studied the tall, elegant Elf sitting so close. Too close. He felt as though Legolas were coming on to him. That, however, could not be. Last night had proven Legolas was not the one who'd sneaked into his room. Elrond's face flushed at the memory. "I feel badly, nonetheless. I hope this will not mar our friendship."
"Far from it, my lord. I am intrigued by your sense of humor and..." Legolas paused thoughtfully. "You have some definite ideas about entertainment."
Elrond wished the Prince of Mirkwood would move. He wished the Prince would not smile so. He wished the Prince would stop smelling so sexy. Elrond pushed back his chair and rose, walking around the table to put distance between him and Legolas of Mirkwood. "I understand the fellowship is ready to depart on the morrow. Have you everything you need?"
"I believe we have made all the preparations we are able. If anyone lacks for anything, they have made no mention thus far. Mayhap you and I could go over the list later."
Not a request. Not an order. Something in between. "I will ask Gandalf and Estel if they will join us."
The perfect lips turned down for a split second. "Do you not trust me, my lord?" Legolas purred.
I do not trust myself. "I have no doubt you are most capable, Legolas. I would be happier if Aragorn and Gandalf added their input. This journey is too important to trust to chance."
Legolas slipped from the table and faced Elrond. "Chance? I think chance has played a bigger part in the fates of Men and Elf than you know, my lord. Even now, we take chances, test fate, and hope. For is that not all that is left to us, Elrond, hope?" Legolas intentionally left off Elrond's title.
Elrond's body responded to the soft voice and
beautiful face of the Elf standing close
enough to touch. "You speak truly, Legolas. That is why I have been researching
the histories. I seek a way to give the fellowship more hope that their quest
will be successful." He willed his unruly body to behave and brought the
conversation from subtle innuendo to safer topics. He indicated the text lying
open on the table. "I will join everyone at the noon hour. By then I will
have found the exact information I need and will be able to share it with you."
"I find it hard to believe there is nothing about the ring you do not know."
Elrond smiled. "I am the keeper of much knowledge, this is true. I am not omnipotent."
Legolas arched an eyebrow, his eyes drifting to the slight rise in Elrond's robes. Though they were loose and heavy, his erection was prominent enough to be visible to an Elf's sharp eye. Legolas laid his hand atop his breast and bowed from the waist.
Elrond all most choked as Legolas exited the chamber, for he could have sworn the younger Elf said something like "pity."
Glorfindel paused in front of Elrond and smoothed his features into a suitable
mask of disappointment. "I have been unable to locate Erestor. He seems
to have vanished in to thin air. Perhaps the mortification was too much for
him and he has departed for the Gray Havens without telling us."
Elrond's eyes focused on Glorfindel. "Why
do you feel the need to lie, old friend? You and I both know that would never
happen. Since you have decided to be less than truthful, I can only assume you
have seen him and cover for him."
Glorfindel lifted one shoulder. "I did locate him, perched in a tree like
a bird. He is afraid to face you."
"As he should be, Glorfindel. Did he at least give a reason for his actions? Did he reveal to you what he would not reveal to me?"
"He would say nothing save that he could not face you."
Elrond really did not buy Glorfindel's excuse, but as he had no choice, he let it slide. He changed the subject, no longer wishing to dwell on Erestor or his dream lover. "Tomorrow is the day for the fellowship's departure. I hope Erestor at least returns for that. In the meantime, there is nothing that I can do but hope whoever sneaked into my rooms reveals himself. Leave it for now, Glorfindel. I am not sure how much this matters."
"Is something wrong, Elrond?"
"I am worried for the Hobbit, Frodo. The ring calls to him even now. I see it in his eyes. Should something go awry and the fellowship be broken, I fear the Hobbit's unusual ability to resist the ring will be sorely tested and he will fail."
Glorfindel felt Elrond's tension and wondered at its source. "Did you discover something in the texts or have you had a premonition?"
"Neither. I am simply more aware of the power of the ring now that it has been in Rivendell for this past month. I know its power; I watched as it destroyed Isildur. I know what it has done to the creature, Gollum. I fear it will find someone to enslave within the party."
"Boromir."
" I fear his desire may make him a slave to the ring. Come tomorrow, this will all be out of my hands, Glorfindel." Elrond folded his arms in front of him and turned to the window, effectively ending conversation.
Diner was a mixed affair. Everyone made an attempt at joviality. Yet, save for
the Dwarf and the Hobbits Merry and Pippin, everyone was tense. Elrond had decided
earlier that the night would be filled with entertainment and good food. He
wanted to ensure that the last night in Rivendell would see the fellowship well
fed and shown at least some semblance of gaiety. He ordered several courses
of food and drink, even managing to procure passable beer for the dwarf and
Hobbits. For entertainment, he decided on poetry and singing.
The Hobbits, ever gay by nature, parcipated with their own unique form of poetry
and tall tales. Gimli, too, had a few tales to tell about his vast family and
their deeds. Even the Prince of Mirkwood joined in, singing romantic laments.
Normally, Elrond would
have found the laments and songs touching. Tonight, he only found them annoying.
Then again, tonight everything annoyed Elrond. His robes irritated his skin where they continuously brushed against an erection that simply refused to go away. His sons, who were intent on mooning over Legolas, annoyed him because they mooned over Legolas. Gimli annoyed him because he was a dwarf. Gandalf annoyed him because the cagey wizard saw too much. The Hobbits' laughter and antics grated. Aragorn's quiet conversation with Arwen frustrated him. Boromir's brooding was too reminiscent of Elrond's own brooding and that irritated the Lord of Imladris. Erestor, who'd finally put in an appearance at dinner, was with Glorfindel and looking rather like a sacrificial virgin, which Elrond knew for a personal fact was not true and which was only one of the reasons he was annoyed with Erestor. The total list was too long to complete. Lastly, to Elrond, the single most irritating thing tonight was Legolas.
The Elf had nearly flirted Elrond in to a faint in the library then virtually ignored him during dinner. Instead, he'd focused on the twins, Elladan and Elrohir. The twins were vying to see which could get into Legolas' leggings first. From the looks of things, the night would end in a tie. Or, thought Elrond, his sons would lose out completely and Legolas would have their leggings off first.
Elrond rose after the last song had been sung and raised his goblet. "To the fellowship and victory."
"To friendship and love," answered Arwen.
Elrond decided slapping his daughter off her chair was both inappropriate and excessive; so he smiled instead. "Indeed, Arwen, for love and friendship are essential for this mission to be a success."
The fellowship seconded the toasts and all drank deeply of the light Elven wine. Elrond waited patiently for the guests to finish bidding the friends they had made at Rivendell farewell. Frodo gently rubbed Bilbo's hand. The elderly Hobbit had fallen asleep, as usual, and, equally as usual, Frodo refused to leave his side until a strong Elf came and gently lifted the tired old Hobbit into his arms and carried him to bed. As always Sam waited on Frodo. Erestor tried to slip away unnoticed, but Glorfindel was a first born, had been to Valar and back. Nothing, or very little anyway, escaped him. He was not long behind the seneschal. Elladan and Elrohir disappeared with Legolas. Gimli went to his rooms, followed by Merry and Pippin. Arwen led Aragorn away and Boromir wandered off alone. Despite numerous attempts by both male and female Elves to make his acquaintance, the Steward's heir managed to remain aloof and insulting. Only Gandalf and Elrond remained.
"You seem distracted, Elrond." Gandalf laid a gentle hand on his friend's shoulder. "Is there anything I can do?"
"Make sure Frodo succeeds where Isildur failed, Gandalf." Elrond smiled to take the sting and outrage from his words. "My only concern now is the growing threat in the east. If Frodo is successful, there will be peace in Middle Earth at long last and I can rest."
Gandalf smiled in a way that made Elrond uncomfortable. "Is that all I can do for you?"
Elrond's elegant brows rose the tiniest fraction. Was everyone in Rivendell a party to the games being played out in his bedroom? "Make sure you survive to tell me the tale, my friend."
Gandalf shook his head ruefully. "The tale will not be mine, my friend, but rather Frodo's. And I believe he has promised his uncle Bilbo to return and tell him of his adventures for that book."
"Rest well, Gandalf." Elrond guided his friend towards the corridor that would lead to Gandalf's rooms. "I fear this is the last night any of us shall sleep peacefully for a long time to come."
"Let us hope that when we do find our rest, it is not eternal," Gandalf added as he opened the door to his room. "Until the morrow, my friend."
Deep in thought, Elrond entered his rooms. He shut the door behind him and took several steps inside his chambers before he actually noticed his chambers. The windows were closed and lit candles littered every surface. A decanter and several goblets rested on a table. The room smelled of woods and spring flowers. And sex. Elrond stopped still and blinked.
Without warning a sheet was draped over his head and strong arms clasped around Elrond's shoulders and forearms, pinning his strong limbs to his side. First and foremost, Elrond was a warrior. He had been a warrior before he had been a scholar and his reflexes had not diminished through the ages. He snapped his head back and twisted his body, trying to escape the bonds. He could not tell how many people held him, but he knew it was more than one. His struggles led them all to the floor with a thud. In seconds, Elrond was effectively pinned beneath a hard, muscular body.
"Release me," he ordered. "I grow weary of games."
"Tis no game, my lord," whispered a now familiar voice. "If you would be relax, you shall learn all."
"Erestor? Glorfindel?" No response. "Who are you?"
"Patience, love." This voice, too, was familiar to Elrond. He knew he'd heard it before, in his dreams. Yet, he also knew it from somewhere else. He tensed. Surely not.
"Elladan?"
"I am here, father."
Lord Elrond stilled. "Elrohir?"
"Yes, father."
A thought flitted through Elrond's mind. "Legolas?"
"Tis I, Lord Elrond."
"Release me." Elrond relaxed his body as much as possible under the circumstances. "I am owed an explanation and I would have it now."
"You must promise not to be angry, father," Elladan chided.
"My son, I am beyond anger."
"I do not think he is ready to be let up, brother." Elrohir said, his breath stirring the sheet pressed to the right of Elrond's face. "We should leave him like this a little longer."
"I must agree," seconded Legolas from behind Elrond.
Despite the presence of the strong Elves holding him still on the floor, Elrond found enough leverage to buck his hips up and get his knees under him. He was almost on his feet when he felt a hard cock brush against his ass. He paused for less than a heartbeat; distracted by the feel of the one thing he'd been dreaming about for a month. This was all the time his captors needed. Within minutes, Elrond was flat on his back, with his hands tied in a leather cord above his head. Warm, calloused hands held his wrists still and pinned against the floor. Someone else worked loose the leggings beneath his robes while another set of hands unlaced and unbuttoned the robes themselves. The only sound in the room was the sound of Elrond's harsh breathing.
A hot, wet mouth pressed against Elrond's lips
through the cover of satin sheets. At first Elrond resisted, uncertain as to
who the lips belonged and unwilling to follow the line of thought to his sons.
After several seconds of gentle teasing and nipping, however, Elrond gave in.
The kiss was slow, sensual, and promised more delights to come. He eased his
conscience by remembering that's he'd probably already tasted those lips before.
He parted his lips, allowing whomever it was to taste of him. The tongue invaded
his mouth, filling Elrond with moist satin along with a wicked tongue that seemed
intent counting every tooth in the Elf Lord's mouth. Elrond moaned softly, unable
to control his body's reaction.
Teeth nipped Elrond's lower lip and sucked gently before releasing him. Elrond
breathed deeply and said nothing. After all, what was left to say? Whatever
questions he'd had, they had gone out of his mind the minute a stiff cock had
brushed his ass. Breath stirred the satin next to his ear and then gently teased
his lobe. Elrond arched his neck, giving the mouth free reign of his ear and
jaw and throat. A hand cupped his head and teeth grazed his throat near his
jugular vein.
The Elf Lord jerked when each of his feet was taken up and his toes were sucked into hot mouths. On one foot, the tongue slid between toes, licking and sucking and biting. On the other, light butterfly kisses replaced the sucking and trailed down his instep to his heel and up the back of his ankle. He felt his leg being raised and the soft kisses trailed along the back of his calf to bend in his knee. Elrond brought his bound hands forward, draping them across strong shoulders, pressing them closer to him.
His leg was pushed higher and he was treated
to kisses on the back of his thigh. They stopped just below his ass. "No."
Elrond muttered, his head tossing from side to side.
Strong fingers pinched his nipples through the satin. "Yes," he gasped.
Above him someone chuckled. Hands rose up his leg, soothing his skin and burning him at the same time. He felt his left leg being draped over a shoulder and shifted slightly, anticipating the feel of a cock brushing his ass. Instead, his right leg was pulled open and he could feel two different bodies settle between his spread legs. Simultaneously a tongue probed the tight entrance to his ass while another stroked up the underside of his stiff cock. Elrond twisted his hands, pulling furiously on the bonds keeping his hands stilled.
His cock was taken deep inside someone's mouth. He felt the convulsions of tongue and throat as his member was swallowed and sucked. The tongue at his ass probed deeper, pushing past the ring, penetrating him and filling him with desire. Elrond opened his eyes in time to see the shadow of someone shifting over him. He heard the distinct sounds of laces being untied from breeches and waited expectantly. Nor did he have long to wait. Within minutes a heavy weight settled on his shoulders, pressing him further into the floor, and a cock was pushed against his mouth through the satin. He opened his mouth wide, silently begging for the invasion. He tasted the precum smeared on the sheet and moaned. He had never tasted anything so good. He raised his head, trying to get more of the cock. Understanding his need, the weight on him shifted forward, pressing Elrond's head back to the floor. Knees rested on either side of his head, brushing his ears, trapping his head firmly. The shadows dimmed as a stomach and chest pressed against his face. Elrond relaxed his throat, knowing what was to come and welcoming it as he had never welcomed anything before. Slowly his mouth was fucked, the cock thrusting deep and pulling out slowly until the head brushed Elrond's teeth. The soaked sheet clung to the cock and slid in and out of Elrond's mouth in time with the cock.
All around him he could hear groans and pants and soft slurping sounds. He could no longer tell his moans from any one else's. He no longer cared. Above him the cock began to move faster in his mouth. He could hear ragged breathing. Elrond brought his bound hands up and felt his hands graze parted thighs. He pushed his hands higher and his fingers grazed ass. He pushed, urging them to go faster.
Suddenly hands grasped his and the bonds around his wrist were released. Instead of throwing the Elves off of him, however, Elrond dug his nails into tender flesh and raised his head. A hand cupped his head and kept it from being pounded into the floor. The force of each thrust brought tears to Elrond's eyes as he nearly choked on cock. He shifted his hands so that one finger probed the tight opening. When he heard a grunt of pleasure, he thrust his finger deep. The cock in his mouth slammed hard into the back of his throat and stayed there while his finger probed the prostate. Elrond moaned as he heard gasps and felt the body above him tremble.
While he was busy with the cock in his mouth,
the two below were not idle.
Rather, they were quite industrious in their ministrations of the Lord of Rivendell.
A thumb joined the tongue at Elrond's ass, pulling him open while teeth grazed
the puckered opening. His cock was held still between teeth as a tongue slowly
licked the slit back and forth. Back and forth. Elrond writhed and twisted like
a snake.
When he thought he could take no more, everything stopped. The cock in his mouth pulled out and the weight was removed from his shoulders. The tongue and thumb at his ass retreated, leaving him feeling empty. His own cock slipped from the hungry mouth and lay twitching on his smooth belly. There were no sounds in the room. No one held Elrond bound. No one touched him. Slowly, nervously, Elrond raised his hands to his face and began to slide the sheet away. No one stopped him. Elrond paused, fearing he was alone. Finally he jerked the sheet away and sat up, glaring around the room, expecting to see no one.
Light fingers brushed his shoulders. Elrond turned to his left and saw Elladan. He turned to his right and saw Elrohir. They knelt on either side of him, their dark hair unbraided, hands in their laps, and gray eyes fixed brazenly on him, as if daring him to say or do anything that resembled censure. He twisted around and came face to face with Legolas. He realized it was Legolas' hands on his shoulders, not the twins'.
Legolas smiled his sweet, sexy smile. "Do you want me, my lord?"
"You know I do. You all know I do," Elrond answered, his face coloring in the candlelight. He took a deep breath. "Whose idea was this?" He asked, realizing that each time had been a different Elf.
"Not yet, father," said Elladan. "Come." He held out his hand to Elrond. Elladan and Elrohir helped Elrond to his feet and led him to the bed. They gently pushed him down, propped against the headboard. Each perched on one side and laid their heads on his shoulders.
Elladan nuzzled Elrond's throat while Elrohir gently stroked Elrond's balls. Legolas finally joined them and leaned over the Elf Lord, offering him a kiss. As Elrond turned his face to receive Legolas' lips, cool water trickled in to his parched throat.
"I was first," Legolas admitted when he broke the kiss. "Though I was so scared I almost fell from the tree." He kissed Elrond's erect nipples, sending shivers through the older Elf.
"I came to you in the bath," admitted Elladan. He pulled Legolas away from Elrond's chest and kissed the Mirkwood Prince before turning his attention back to Elrond. "I feared the servant would come in whilst I teased your cock." He leaned down and swiped his tongue across Elrond's throat.
Elrond turned his eyes to Elrohir. Elrohir only grinned impishly and leaned forward, slipping his head between Legolas and Elrond to take Elrond's cock back into his mouth. Elrond's eyes drifted closed. Why? He thought. Did it matter?
"You know why," Elladan read Elrond's mind.
"You will not pass to the Gray Havens when I depart Middle Earth." Elrond sadly responded, placing a hand on each of his son's dark heads.
Elrohir rose and gave his father a sad, knowing look. "We are no longer your sons, Lord Elrond. We will chose to become mortal and die as mortals."
Elrond thought his heart would break and the desire that had so heated him just moments before began to ebb. Hands stroked his softening cock, urging it to erection. "You will not go alone, father. For, Legolas goes in our stead."
Legolas kissed the tip of Elrond's ear.
"We did not wish to humiliate or worry you. We wanted to remember you forever as men remember those they love. We wanted to be able to feel you forever in our dreams." Elladan curled against Elrond, stroking his chest with light fingers.
"We wanted you to remember us in your dreams," Elrohir added. "Not as your sons, but as lovers. For when you have gone, and go you must, you will fade in our memories. We do not wish to fade in yours."
Elrond rested his head back against the pillows, sighing deeply and enjoying the sensuous sensation of three sets of hands stroking his heated body. "Then love me, my princes."
Elrohir scooted to the foot of the bed and grasped his father by the ankles and pulled him down on the bed. Legolas climbed behind Elrond, steadying the Elf Lord's head between his knees. His erection brushed against Elrond's ear and they moaned together. Elladan straddled Elrond's chest, facing Elrohir.
Elrond grasped Elladan's hips and pulled him back. He pushed his arms between Elladan's thighs and spread his legs wider, exposing the tight opening to his ass. He wrapped his forearms around Elladan's waist and pulled him back. Elrond leaned up, nuzzling between his cheeks. He felt Legolas support his head with capable hands. Elladan pushed back and moaned when Elrond's tongue penetrated him. He placed his hands on his thighs and slowly began to rock back and forth, forcing Elrond to fuck his ass with that delicious tongue. Behind them, Legolas raked his nails down Elladan's back, lifting aside the long, dark hair and brushing his tongue along the ridge of his spine.
Elrohir pushed Elrond's thighs apart and deftly inserted a finger into the puckered opening. When Elrond sighed contentedly and stretched his legs further apart, Elrohir inserted a second finger. When the Lord of Imladris tightened around the two digits, Elrohir forced a third inside and began to corkscrew them in and out. He worked slowly at first, allowing Elrond and Elladan find a comfortable rhythm. He matched their pace stroke for stroke for several long moments and the only sounds in the room was the sound of moaning and soft, delighted cries of pleasure.
Elrohir placed Elrond's legs on his shoulders and positioned the head of his cock against Elrond's ass. He paused for a moment, savoring the feel of the rigid muscles guarding the opening against the head of his cock. When Elrond shifted, encouraging Elrohir, the younger Elf complied. He thrust his hips forward, penetrating Elrond in one smooth motion. His head brushed Elrond's prostate and the both moaned. Elrohir established a driving rhythm that left Elrond unable to do more than throw back his head and gasp for breath. As Elrond came close to his climax, he bucked and rocked against Elrohir, nearly screaming his pleasure. Elrohir's eyes narrowed until his focus centered totally on the weeping cock slapping and grazing the taunt lines of Elrond's belly with each thrust. Elrohir gave one final thrust and spilled himself deep in the close-fitting heat, a deep- throated cry of pleasure rumbling up from his chest.
Elrond growled as he felt hot liquid spill deep into him. He was so close, so incredibly close. He felt Elladan shift and sweet lips touched his. Elrond opened his eyes to see Legolas leaning over him and smiling. "I..need…want.." Elrond panted, unable to formulate words, incapable through the haze of pleasure to decide the difference between the two.
"Shsssh." Legolas' tongue flicked the tip of Elrond's ear. He left Elrond's side and scrambled down to the foot of the bed as Elrohir moved to replace him.
Elrohir placed a kiss on Elrond's forehead and then scooped his shoulders up and pulled Elrond upright and back until the Elf Lord rested against the Orc Hunter's chest. Strong fingers turned Elrond's face and a slick tongue filled Elrond's mouth in a slow, tantalizing kiss. He moaned into the mouth pressed against his, tasting himself and salty cum mingled. Moist breath feathered against his ass and his whole body jerked in response as a he felt a tongue digging deep into him, sucking Elrohir's essence from his ass. He broke the kiss and turned his face so that he could watch as Legolas knelt before him.
Elladan lazily stroked himself, patiently waiting his turn. Elrohir leaned over Elrond and flicked his tongue over the head of Elladan's cock. Elladan arched into the caress, placing his hands on Elrohir's head, urging him to take more into his mouth. Elrohir moved away and Legolas straightened. Elladan scooted back, reaching behind him as he did, and took Elrond's cock in to his hands. Legolas guided Elrond until he was pressed against Elladan's opening. Elrond's hands gripped Elladan's hips and pressed him down. A cry erupted from Elladan's throat as he was impaled on the thick shaft. Elrond hissed as he felt the head of his cock brush Elladan's sensitive spot. Elladan held still, gazing deeply in to the slate gray eyes below him.
Elrohir moved to the side and took Elladan into his mouth and began to suck. Elrond raised his knees, levering himself so that he could thrust his hips and push deeply in to Elladan. Elladan rode Elrond's cock, sliding it in and out roughly, as though Elrond was a stallion and they were fleeing Sauron's armies. It did not take either Elf long to reach the point where thought was impossible, unnecessary. Elrond gave a loud cry and erupted, pouring himself out in Elladan's ass. Seconds later, Elladan's hips jerked and filled Elrohir's mouth with scalding white nectar.
Elladan collapsed forward, draped over Elrohir, his long hair spilling across Elrond's face. They lay like that until they heard a soft moan from Legolas. They sat up in unison and saw Mirkwood's beautiful blond prince kneeling between Elrond's bent knees. He roughly stroked his own cock, shaking and trembling with unfulfilled passion.
"Poor Legolas." Elrond struggled from beneath Elrohir and Elladan. Gently he lifted Legolas' hand away from the straining cock and replaced it with his mouth.
Legolas whimpered and wrapped strands of Elrond's hair in his fist. Feeling a not-so-gentle nudge, Elrond cut his eyes sideways and saw Elrohir kneeling beside him. He grinned around the cock pressing in to mouth and moved just enough to give Elrohir room. Together they stroked their tongues up and down Legolas' cock, licking and sucking tiny pearls of cum from the head. Moments later, Elladan joined them, kneeling from the side to take his place in the pleasuring of Legolas. They ran their tongues over the engorged shaft, tasting each other and Legolas. Beneath them, Legolas rocked and squirmed as though he were in pain. Elladan clamped his teeth around the head and pressed the point of his tongue hard against the slit as though he was trying to push his tongue into Legolas' cock. Elrond opened his mouth wide and sucked Legolas' hard sac into his moth, letting his tongue glide over the sensitive skin. Elrohir flicked his tongue along the vein running up the underside of Legolas' cock.
Elrond was the first to gently pry open Legolas' opening with a stiff finger. As Legolas relaxed against the invasion and began to rock harder, Elladan reached his hand down and added his own finger, timing his entrance so that when Elrond pulled out, he pushed in. Not wishing to be left out, Elrohir pushed in two fingers and curled them against Legolas' prostate. He scissored his fingers, stretching Legolas wide. Elladan pushed another finger inside the velvety hole. Elrond pushed in three fingers, stretching Legolas further, until the Mirkwood Elf screamed. The three Elves finger fucked Legolas hard and fast, each timing their strokes so that he was never unfilled; always spread wide. His ass clenched around the fingers, his inner muscles clasping around the fingers, trying to hold them deep inside him.
Legolas flung back his head and arched his back, shaking and moaning. When Elladan felt the slit contract, he quickly lifted his head and watched in fascination as thick fluid spurted from the opening. Like men dying of thirst, the three Elves leapt upon Legolas' cock, straining for a taste of his sweetness. They sucked him. Lapped him. Licked him. They cleaned him with their tongues until his member was flaccid and nothing remained of the sticky white fluid.
Later the four of them curled together in Elrond's
bed. Elrohir and Elladan curled against his sides while Legolas sprawled across
his chest. Elrond locked his arms around the Elves who were once his sons and
listened to their breathing as they drifted in to reverie. He smelled their
scent: woods and spring flowers and sex. Silky dark hair mingled with silky
blond hair, spilling over Elrond. He sighed, relishing the feel. All too soon
his dream lovers would depart Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir would again prowl
the roads searching for Orcs to kill. Eventually, he knew, they would join in
the fight against Sauron. Legolas' departure was but a few hours away. Elrond
knew this was probably the last night all of them would lie together. He should
have been saddened by the thought, but he wasn't. He would miss his children;
the sons he watched grow from infancy to adulthood. Part of him, however, did
not regret their decision to become mortal, for otherwise, he would never have
known the sweetness of their caresses. He watched the sun slowly brighten in
the eastern sky.
Elrond dreamed. He dreamed of hands brushing him, trailing down his body. He
dreamed of hot mouths sucking at his straining cock. He dreamed he could taste
sticky satin sheets and sweet cum. His mind, the part of him that never truly
drifted into reverie, warned him that he but dreamed. He did not care. In his
mind, he could feel fingers pulling him open, filling him, teasing him. Brushing
that tender spot between his ass and sac.
Elrond sat up in a rush, sloshing water from his tub on to the floor. His cock ached and clear liquid pearled at the tip to be sluiced off by the cooling water of his bath. He heard noises coming from his chambers and wondered who had dared disturb his quiet. The one time powerful Lord of Rivendell came up out of his bath in a spray of sparkling water and stalked naked into his bedroom. He froze.
"I thought I was dreaming," he whispered.
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