*First in the Night Air Series: Song in the Trees and Of Moonbeams, Shadows, & Starlight*
Elrond Half-Elven, Lord of Rivendell, rarely left his home in the deep vale. He had much to do there and could rarely find the time to leave his home on social visits. Not that his trip to Lothlorien qualified as a social visit. Far from it, in fact, and he rode his steed hard and fast, pushing his small band as much as he dared. Somewhere in the tapestry that was Middle Earth, one small Halfling and eight companions struggled with the evil of the One Ring, desperately searching for a path that would take them to the depths of Mount Doom.
And Sauron knew. Isenguard had betrayed the Men and Elves of Middle Earth and war marched inexorably towards Rohan. Elrond knew that should Rohan fall, Gondor, too would be lost. Long had the men of those two nations held treaty with one another and when Sauron made his move, Rohan must be prepared to aid Gondor. That would only happen if Rohan still stood. Which was why Elrond rode so hard for Lothlorien. He needed the aid of the Elves if Saruman was to be defeated.
Mirkwood's only contribution to the effort was Thranduil's son, Legolas, who volunteered to aid in the destruction of the Ring. Nor did Elrond fault Thranduil's decision to remain a part from the war facing Middle Earth. He knew all too well what the King of Mirkwood faced and understood, equally well, that the woodland Elves were hard pressed to defend themselves against the horrors spilling forth in growing numbers from the Misty Mountains.
Elrond understood because, he, too faced the problem of not enough warriors to go around. In some respects, he was luckier than Thranduil, for none had yet dared to challenge Rivendell and his borders were relatively safe. For the moment.
His sons, riding beside him, were one reason
Orcs had not taken over Rivendell. They, led by Glorfindel and supported by
many others, ranged far and wide hunting Orcs. They could not keep Rivendell
safe forever, though they might try, and even die in the attempt.
Thus, they needed to raise an army. The only place left from which to gather
an army of Elves was Lothlorien.
They reached the borders of Lothlorien and slowed
their breakneck speed. Guardians would shoot anyone who came too close, even
the Lord of Imladris, without permission.
Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir allowed their horses to walk right into the forest,
slowly picking their way through the tall mallorn trees. They kept their weapons
sheathed and their hands plainly visible.
"Lord Elrond," Elrond drew his horse's reigns and calmed the animal as it started when three Elves appeared seemingly from the forest floor. He eyed the blond elf whose arrow pointed arrogantly at his chest.
"Haldir," he said, with the barest inflection of conceit in his own voice. "Is it customary to point arrows at your allies?"
The arrow lowered and Haldir grinned rakishly. "No, my lord, 'tis not. I apologize." He gave a signal and the two other elves lowered the weapons. "Welcome to Lothlorien, Lord Elrond." He bowed, his only concession to Elrond's status. "Lady Galadriel is expecting you. Come, we will guide you."
As Elrond dismounted, he recognized Haldir's companions, though he had not seen them in many years. The resemblance to their brother was unmistakable. The three all had long blond tresses and finely drawn brows. They all possessed the same arrogant tilt of their head and flare of their nostrils. Only the younger brother had a feature that Haldir sorely lacked: a humorous glint in his eyes. Haldir was the most solemn and ill-tempered Elf outside of Mirkwood that Elrond had ever seen.
Elladan and Elrohir exchanged greetings with Orophin and Rumil while Lord Elrond and Haldir walked ahead, exchanging news and information. Haldir pressed, though not hard, as to the nature of their visit, but Elrond kept his secret. Elrond was gratified to learn that the party had reached Lothlorien and been given aid and shelter. His heart, however, sank as Haldir gently imparted word of Mithrandir's demise.
That evening, they climbed up into one of the many talans scattered throughout the golden woods and prepared to rest. They dined on lembas and water and, as was the nature of Elves, shared songs and tales and laughter.
Feeling the need to find a little tranquility and gather his thoughts, Elrond excused himself and went to the forest floor. He had noticed a stream and thought to wash away some of the travel dust and enjoy a swim while the younger Elves enjoyed one another's company. He had not missed the glances exchanged between his oldest son, Elladan and Haldir's middle brother, Orophin. Not in the least offended by the casual touches and intense glances, Elrond thought that removing himself from the party would allow them to decide if they wished to continue the flirtation to it's conclusion.
Haldir also left the talan, using the excuse of checking on his patrols. Together they walked to the stream and Haldir pointed out a section of stream nestled among giant boulders to form a pool deep enough to completely submerge oneself in. Far removed from the talan, Elrond could hear nothing but the song of night birds and insects.
When Haldir left to check on his patrols, Elrond quickly clambered among the boulders and began to unbraid his hair. Once his heavy locks were free of their confines, he ran his hands through them, shaking out the tangles and snarls. He pulled gently at his scalp, massaging the roots of his hair. The action greatly relaxed him. He raised his arms over his head and stretched, feeling the tension leave his muscles, grateful for the tranquility of the pool.
He removed his tunic and tossed it aside. The night air felt good on his skin and he lightly stroked his fingers down his chest and over the flat plains of his stomach. He sighed as his warm fingers glided over his flesh. Something about the deep pool and starlit sky awakened Elrond's senses and he allowed his caresses to deepen on his own skin.
He slipped his hand inside his leggings and sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers came in to contact with his arousal. Quickly he unlaced the material and allowed his cock to spring free in his hands. Lightly he trailed his fingers over the vein and moaned softly as he lay back on the rock, letting the sensual movement overtake him.
"Lord Elrond?"
Elrond's lightening reflexes scooped up his shirt and dropped it over his hips as he sat up in alarm. His keen gray eyes glared in the direction of the voice and he grew annoyed as he saw Rumil step lightly over the rocks.
"I presumed I was alone," he growled. He was embarrassed by his state and that he'd been caught by the younger Elf while pleasuring himself.
Rumil paused, his head tilted to the side. "Forgive me, my lord, I did not mean to intrude. Elladan and Elrohir have taken a liking to Orophin and, not being particularly found of 'group' adventures, I thought to leave them in peace. I did not mean to spy upon you. But when I saw," he stopped his lengthy speech and helplessly spread his hands. "I could not help but be intrigued. You are so very handsome. I beg you, forgive me for being so forward." His pale face flushed with embarrassment and he took a step back. "I will leave you."
Elrond blinked and stared at Rumil in the moonlight, uncertain of what to make of the Elf's speech. For the first time he truly noticed Rumil. Elrond realized that the younger Elf was quite handsome. His arms were strong from his work with the bow and sword. He was tall and lithe.
"The pool is large enough to share," he offered. Uncertain, even as the words left his mouth if he were offering to share his private swimming hole or something more. A small part of his brain warned him that he was behaving rather foolishly, but he ordered his conscience to be silent for once.
Rumil immediately halted his retreat and came forward until he could sit within an arm span of Imladris' famous warrior and scholar. Long had he been intrigued by the renowned Elf and Rumil had often speculated about Elrond. Certainly his speculations had not been of a sexual nature, but now that he was with Elrond, his thoughts turned to the graceful limbs and stormy gray eyes. Rumil wondered, as he had earlier, how those lips would taste. He shifted uncomfortably on the rocks.
Mentally, Elrond chided himself for his momentary lapse of reason. Rumil was only slightly older than his sons. "I did not mean to sound so sharp. You startled me." He amended his harsh words and willed his body to obedience. He leaned forward and began stripping off his boots, though he was careful not to dislodge his shirt. While his mind was clear again, certain portions of his body had yet to receive the message. The cool water, he hoped, would deal with that prominent problem.
Rumil lowered his eyes, watching as Elrond's long fingers quickly unlaced his boots. The shirt tossed so casually over Elrond's hips had slipped a little and evidence of the lord's interrupted activity was evident. His palm itched to feel the velvet length. He found himself wondering how to go about seducing a Ring Bearer. "I should not have crept up like a thief."
The boots came free and Elrond shifted, wondering how he was going to remove his leggings without revealing more than he wished. The dilemma was taken from him as Rumil stood and began unashamedly removing his own clothes. As each layer peeled away, Elrond's eyebrows rose higher on his forehead.
Deciding that he would make a silent offer and hope for the best, Rumil slowly performed a strip tease for Lord Elrond. First, he pulled loose his boots and carelessly threw them aside. Next, he rose and unlaced his tunic, drawing it up and over his head, arching his back as he did so. The undershirt landed atop the boots and he paused, stretching his arms above his head and twisting his body. The gesture exposed the rippling muscles of his chest and abdomen and he knew he painted a sexy picture. The cool night air peaked his flat nipples and he longed to run his hands over them. More so, he longed to have Elrond's hands on them. Perhaps his mouth, as well. The thoughts running rampant through his mind were so provocative that he was almost too ashamed to pull off his leggings for he knew the evidence of his thoughts would be blatantly visible. Taking a deep breath and offering up a few prayers, he unlaced his leggings and let them fall away from his hips. He just managed to catch the answering glimmer in Elrond's gray eyes before the Elf lord turned away his head.
"Do you not like what you see, Lord Elrond?" Feigning a boldness he did not feel, Rumil kicked aside his leggings and paraded right up to Elrond.
Without looking up, Elrond replied. "Indeed, you are a handsome Elf, but I wonder if you have not allowed your imagination to run away with you."
Stung, Rumil stepped back and tripped over one of Elrond's boots. As his arms flailed about, Rumil felt his waist grasped by strong hands and he recovered his balance. He felt the flush rise on his neck and hoped the darkness concealed the evidence of his embarrassment.
Elrond had reached out his hands to catch Rumil before he even thought as the Elf nearly toppled backwards in to the water. The resulting was having not only both hands locked around firm stomach muscles, but also to have Rumil's stiffened cock brush past his ear. Elrond cleared his throat and drew a steadying breath. He had no idea that such a thing could be so erotic. When Rumil made no move to step back, Elrond allowed his hands to slip over hipbones and down strong thighs.
"The night is warm and no one is about, Lord Elrond," Rumil whispered as he slowly sank to his knees before Elrond. Cautiously, he inched forward his hand until his fingers touched the silk shirt lying across the Elf lord's hips. Tentatively he pulled aside the material until, bit by bit, he exposed what Elrond had tried to conceal. "Tis too lovely a thing to hide." He purred.
Unable to resist, Elrond placed his hands on Rumil's head, feeling the soft blond hair and warmth of his scalp. He applied pressure, encouraging Rumil to lean closer, though leaving enough room for the Elf to change his mind. Rumil did not need any more encouragement and he dipped his head low to nuzzle Elrond's shaft.
When Elrond's hands moved over his shoulders, Rumil took the initiative and opened his mouth wide to engulf the cock bobbing so invitingly in front of him. He flattened his tongue over the throbbing vein and allowed his teeth the lightly strafe the top as he his head further and further down until his nose pressed against the soft curls nestling Elrond's maleness. Rumil felt the engorged head bump the back of his throat and he swallowed forcing a low moan from Elrond. Firm hands slipped to his shoulders, kneading the flesh between his shoulder blades. Rumil breathed deeply, inhaling the masculine scent wafting from Elrond's heated flesh. His cheeks hollowed as he swallowed and sucked, taking a moment from time to time to swirl a curious tongue around the thick head pushing so eagerly into his mouth.
The hands moved from his shoulders and tugged frantically at his hair, lifting Rumil's head. When he at last raised his head, Rumil found his mouth captured by sensuous lips. A hot tongue invaded his mouth, gliding along his own tongue, skimming the roof of his mouth. Rumil shook with passion as the hands left his hair and glided over his back to cup his behind. He found himself being lifted forcefully and dragged into Elrond's lap.
Their cocks rubbed together as Rumil rested his thighs on either side of Elrond's lap. Rumil ran his hands in slow circles over Elrond's back as the Elf lord kissed a path from Rumil's mouth to his jaw. Tilting back his head, Rumil exposed an inviting expanse of throat and Elrond bit it none too gently, marking the Elf as his. Rumil whimpered and arched against Elrond, grinding his erection against the flat stomach.
Elrond pulled Rumil's hands around and placed them against his own chest, encouraging the younger Elf to explore. Needing no further invitation, Rumil raked his blunt nails over male nipples. He laughed softly when Elrond growled against his throat. He pushed the Elf lord's head away from his throat and leaned forward to capture a nipple between his teeth. Holding the nub firmly, he flicked his tongue roughly back and forth, slowly increasing the pressure of his teeth until Elrond cried out.
Fingers pressed against Rumil's mouth and he sucked them deep, giving them the same care and attention he'd given the cock he'd so lovingly sucked minutes before. His body tightened as he registered the meaning of the fingers in his mouth and he moaned uncontrollably at the thought of what was to come.
Thoroughly slicked with his own saliva, the fingers were pulled from his mouth and moved to the cleft of his ass. With his other hand, Elrond pulled Rumil open and slowly pushed one finger against the tightly puckered entrance.
Rumil rocked against the finger at his opening. "Yes," he breathed, attempting to part his thighs wider. The finger pushed past the tight ring and wriggled, searching for the tender nerve bundle that would send him over the edge.
He found it easily and quickly inserted another finger when Rumil gasped and began begging incoherently. Elrond curled his fingers deep in Rumil's body, preparing him for another sort of invasion. He panted against Rumil's ear, barely able to control his own unleashed passion as Rumil thrust against him.
Yet a third finger penetrated Rumil's opening and the young Elf nearly lost control as his back arched and his head fell back on his shoulders. Long blond hair spilled over Elrond's hand. "Love me," Rumil begged.
Unable to resist the invitation, Elrond extracted his fingers and pushed Rumil off his lap. Laying the Guardian atop their combined clothes, Elrond bent over him and gave him a deep kiss. One of Rumil's legs wrapped around Elrond's waist and the other slipped over Elrond's shoulder. Reaching between them, he positioned himself against Rumil's tight hole and slowly pushed, grunting with the effort of penetrating the strong ring guarding the cavity.
Inhaling sharply, Rumil held himself as still as possible and tried to force the muscles to relax, to accept the invasion. As the head of Elrond's cock pushed beyond the muscle, Rumil's breath became shallow and erratic, forcing Elrond to freeze.
"Have I hurt you?" His voice was heavy with alarm.
Rumil clamped his teeth on his bottom lip and shook his head from side to side. Steeling himself, he clenched his leg muscles, forcefully impaling himself on Elrond's length. Rumil uttered a guttural cry as he was stretched open upon Elrond's cock. He blinked back tears as he began to accept the filling presence deep inside him.
Realizing that his body was slowly relaxing around him, Elrond pushed against his lover, tilting his angle while searching for the nerves his fingers had brushed earlier. He withdrew slightly and then pushed back in, slowly and easily, seeking to give Rumil pleasure.
Stars exploded behind Rumil's eyes as Elrond hit his prostate and he arched into the thrust. His hands reached up and locked on to Elrond's shoulders, digging his fingers into the small space between collar bone and shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Knowing Rumil was now ready, Elrond reached between them, taking Rumil's dripping cock into his fist and stroking it roughly. Pre-cum smeared his fingers and he rubbed it along Rumil's length with each stroke. He increased his pace as he pumped in and out of Rumil's body, rocking the body beneath his roughly against the rocks. As Rumil thrashed beneath him, he drover harder and harder, increasing their mutual pleasure.
Veins stood out on Rumil's throat as he head arched back and his body lifted clear of the rocks. "Elrond," he gasped as his seed spilled over Elrond's fingers.
Elrond pumped twice more, shoving himself brutally
deep into the younger body before he shuddered and groaned loudly. He collapsed
atop Rumil as tremors shook his body.
Slowly the couple came down, wrapped in each other's arms, as the night air
cooled the sweat slicked skin.
"I had no idea Lothlorien was so accommodating," Elrond teased, his breath stirring the fine hair beneath his cheek.
"Perhaps later you will allow me to demonstrate exactly how accommodating we are." Rumil nipped lightly on the ear so close to his mouth.
"Indeed, Guardian. I find the night air
…stimulating."
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