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Lord of the Wood
Author: Legorfilinde
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Thranduil/Celeborn
Warnings: none
Request: hate-sex, slow seduction, running water, somebody on their hands and knees
Written For: Vesta
"What troubles you, husband?"
Celeborn turned at the sound of his wife's voice but could not conceal the frown that dominated his ageless features. He quickly turned back to the panoramic view afforded him from their private talan and did not answer her. A moment later he felt her probing touch upon his forearm and his eyes momentarily slid closed. He sighed; he might as well tell her his thoughts, she would know them soon enough.
"Oropher's son," he murmured.
"Ah," the Lady of the Wood replied as her enigmatic smile curved her thin lips.
Without reason, Celeborn turned an angry glare back at her. "Why is he coming to this Council?" he growled. "Thranduil never leaves the green wood. Why now?"
Galadriel's ancient eyes sparkled with mirth. "Perhaps to see you again," she fairly purred.
Celeborn snatched his arm away from her fingertips with a scowl. "You know that last encounter was not of my choosing."
The Elf witch's laughter sounded within the wood like the tinkling of bells. "And if it were?"
Celeborn turned about and stared at his wife, the anger still seething within him, yet he was not sure of its true cause. Was he really angry about what had happened when he and Thranduil last met? Or that it had not fully sated his desires? "I am going hunting," he abruptly stated and without looking to Galadriel again, left her standing alone within their chamber. Galadriel chuckled again as she fingered the ring upon her graceful hand. "Lying naked beside a glittering pool, the desire you seek shall find a fool," she whispered.
King Thranduil dismounted from his stallion and brusquely motioned to one of his livery. A youthful Elf took the high spirited steed into his care with a few soft whispers and led him back toward the long line of Elven warriors, courtiers, artisans, and attendants that comprised Thranduil's royal entourage. The Captain of his Guard rode up swiftly and slid from his skidding horse to land lightly before his liege, head bowed and fist to heart. The Elf spoke.
"Majesty, what folly is this?"
Thranduil unhooked the gilded brooch at his throat and swirled the cloak of rich forest green velvet off his shoulders. He carelessly handed it to one of his attendants along with the jewel. "I wish to bathe away the dirt of travel ere I meet the Lady of the Wood," he replied serenely. "You will leave me to it."
"But sire," the Captain protested. "It is not safe here. I insist on posting a guard about you."
Thranduil's glacial blue eyes narrowed and his face clouded, presaging his wrath; the guard knew these formidable signs all too well. His head bowed lower and he immediately dropped to one knee. "Forgive me, sire, I have misspoken."
The Elven-king had already disposed of most of his outer clothing, all that remained were his tunic, leggings and boots; his sword was still at his hip and his circlet upon his head. "Leave me, Lindarion," Thranduil replied. "I have no fear of the wood. I shall rejoin the delegation prior to its arrival at Caras Galadhon."
The Captain reluctantly nodded his understanding. "As you wish, Majesty."
Thranduil did not look back to see if the guard remounted his horse or nay but strode forward into the thick grove of trees and vanished from sight. The agitated Captain rose to his feet and anxiously peered into the heavy woodlands. His eyes strained to penetrate the gloom of the darkening forest, his gaze sweeping the area as swiftly as he might; but his king was gone. With a muttered curse, he quickly remounted his horse and cantered back toward the main body of Thranduil's royal party. The king's privy councilors would be greatly disturbed by their liege's unexpected foray into the woods and he had no desire whatsoever to be the bearer of this ill news. The horse felt his rider's distress and shied slightly before pounding off through the trees and heading for the line of horses and wagons.
Thranduil ran through the deep woods on feet light as air and left no sign of his passage. He knew his destination well and was eager to gain the hidden glade with its beautiful crystal pool. The cairn lay at the bottom of a cascading waterfall fed by a small tributary off the Anduin. The water was clear and cold and quite refreshing, yet it was not the water's particular attributes that held Thranduil's interest this day. This secret pool was often frequented by Lord Celeborn when he hunted in the Golden Wood and it was beneath that turbulent waterfall that they had first shared a moment that neither had spoken of since.
The Elven-king's eyes narrowed and he paused, listening to the sounds of the forest, the whispers of the trees, and the murmurings of the plants at his feet. His head turned to the left and his massive mane of golden hair glimmered as the slanting beams of sunlight shone down upon him, their wavering fingers of light penetrating the thinning leaves of the treetops above him. Thranduil's keen ears could hear the crashing of the water upon the stones up ahead, the gurgling of the small eddies at its base, and the telltale sounds of splashing. Someone was already within the pool. The king's lips turned up in a triumphant smile. He turned into the woods to his left and stealthily made his way toward the concealed grotto.
In a matter of moments he was standing just outside the periphery of the waterfall yet still remained hidden from view behind a verdant screen of trees and ferns. His piercing gaze swept over the sparkling waters of the sylvan pool and as he watched the churning waters in front of him, Celeborn's silver head emerged from beneath the surface as he leisurely rose up from the depths of the pool. Rivulets of glittering water ran down his muscular chest and merged together in a rippling vee toward his hard, flat abdomen. His long slender fingers furrowed through his sleek, wet hair and it fell damp and dripping along his broad shoulders and down his back. The swirling waters lapped lazily at his hips, just obscuring the beauty of his sex. Thranduil's breath hissed out in a wanton sigh as his eyes, darkened with lust, fixed upon the Lord of Doriath's ample endowment when at last it came into view as Celeborn slowly waded through the reeds at the edge of the pool.
The king's hungry gaze devoured the Eldar as he strode up the rocky path and then stretched his lithe form out atop a rocky ledge at the rim of the pool. He lay in a patch of bright sunlight, wet and glistening, unaware of the king's presence. Thranduil's shaft hardened painfully and pressed uncomfortably against his leather leggings, demanding freedom as he continued to spy upon Celeborn where he lay upon the warming stones. The Lorien Elf obviously thought to sun himself dry and Thranduil licked his lips with heated anticipation while ever so quietly he began unbuckling his sword belt. Once undone, he leaned the weapon against a broad tree trunk and proceeded to remove his boots, tunic and then his leggings. Shed of his garments, he made his way through the greenery surrounding the hidden pool and came up behind Celeborn's unsuspecting and dozing head.
The pounding of the waterfall aided the king of the woodland realm in coming up upon the silver haired Elf Lord without detection and a sly grin spread over Thranduil's face as he slowly knelt behind Celeborn. He gazed at the Elf's slumbering form, exquisite in its pale beauty; and then he carefully lowered his face over the elder Elf's head. Thranduil's long, flaxen hair fell in a silken curtain over Celeborn's head and shoulders even as the king's lips crushed down upon the unwary Lord of Lorien.
A strangled cry escaped Celeborn's lips as he struggled to rise. He pulled away from the Elven-king and hastily rose up upon the stones to glare at the Silvan Elf who had taken such liberties as yet not granted. "How dare you!" he snarled.
Thranduil's eyes shone with undisguised desire and his spiking shaft was evidence enough of his arousal. Celeborn tried not to look upon him, but his gaze kept drifting to the king's lower abdomen and Thranduil marked his interest with amusement. This might be easier than he had thought. He moved closer to Celeborn until he was standing in front of the Eldar, his obvious sex only inches from the seated Lorien Elf's sensuous lips.
The king's hand slid to Celeborn's head, burrowing into the gleaming silver hair, his thumb sliding along the delicate ear from lobe to tip. Without his conscious control, Celeborn shivered under the touch and Thranduil's grin widened. "I dare because you wish it," he said boldly.
Furious at his weakness, Celeborn yanked his head away from Thranduil's hand and quickly rose to his feet. "I do not wish it!" he hissed eyes flashing with anger - and something more - but the woodland king was not to be put off. He stepped closer still to Celeborn and placed his battle roughened hands upon the Lorien lord's well muscled torso, fingers splaying as he slowly slid them along the satin smooth skin of the elder Elf's chest. Celeborn's heart pounded beneath his caress, hammering against Thranduil's hand as it trailed over his flesh.
Thranduil's stare locked with that of Celeborn as he moved ever nearer, relentlessly stalking his prey; their shafts brushed and Celeborn gasped in spite of his earlier protests. The king's hand found a hard nipple and began to roll it between finger and thumb. Before he could pull away, Thranduil's mouth came down upon the aroused nub and his tongue swirled about it, suckling and licking. His left hand moved along Celeborn's chest in search of its mate and finding it began a slow, steady rubbing until the Elven Lord gasped again.
Celeborn's hands came up to tightly grip Thranduil's upper arms, shoving the king away from him with an angry heave, but his breathing was now ragged and his own member was stiff and aching with need. Thranduil seemed to sense his thoughts and his eyes lowered to Celeborn's twitching sex. The Elven-king slowly dropped to his knees before the Lorien Elf and nuzzled his face in the nest of curls surrounding Celeborn's wavering shaft. His hands slid over Celeborn's rear and grasped the taut, pale cheeks in a punishing grip. Celeborn stumbled forward slightly, forcing him to clutch Thranduil's shoulders to keep from falling. He tried vainly to wrench his hips away, but the king had him at a disadvantage and he could not stifle the cry of exquisite pleasure that escaped his lips as Thranduil's hot mouth closed down upon him and swallowed him to the root.
The king eagerly suckled and lapped at him, teeth grazing the sensitive head and then swirling down about the length again until Celeborn shuddered above him. He moved his right hand down the curve of the Eldar's rear and his fingers brushed the tight opening to his body. Celeborn sucked in a sharp hissing breath and Thranduil increased the pressure of his fingers until they breached his opening. Celeborn's fingers dug into the Elven-king's shoulders and Thranduil increased his suction until Celeborn was pumping his hips forward, all control and any pretense of resistance now gone. Soft keening cries filtered from his parted lips and Thranduil drove his fingers deeper into the Lorien Lord, caressing the secret spot within him. Celeborn cried out sharply as his hips pounded into the king's willing and talented mouth. His sudden orgasm came over him in convulsing waves and peaks and his erratic thrusts sent his hot seed deep into Thranduil's throat. The king pulled him forward, tighter against his lips and drew all of him into his throat until Celeborn was weak kneed and shivering above him. He slowly withdrew his lips from the Eldar's shaft and thrust his long fingers deep into him again, striking the sensitive nerves hidden there and eliciting another howl from the Lord of the Golden Wood.
Thranduil's tongue lapped at Celeborn's now slumbering sex and his fingers slid out despite the elder's protesting groans. Both of Thranduil's strong hands came around to grip Celeborn's hips, pulling him down and the silver haired Elf slid to the ground, spent and sated. Thranduil's mouth crushed down upon him, his tongue plunging deeply into the hot velvet heat of the Eldar and sharing the taste of his seed with him. Celeborn made several muted attempts to speak and then his hands slid into Thranduil's hair and tangled within the long blond tresses. Thranduil slowly pulled out of their kiss and began licking his way up Celeborn's jaw and then on to his ear. When his tongue flicked into and along the outer edges and he drew yet another hissing sigh from the Elven Lord, the Elven-king's whisper sounded out a harsh mandate.
"Yield to me," Thranduil commanded. Celeborn's entire body shook beneath his touch and Thranduil grinned wickedly. "Say it," he demanded.
Celeborn's eyes shut with disquiet and arousal, anger and submission. The conflicting emotions within him battled while his body cried out its lusting need. "Yes," he gasped even before he knew that his lips had spoken.
Thranduil pulled away from him and placed his hands upon Celeborn's shoulders, pushing him down to his hands and knees. He ran a calloused hand along the gentle curve of the Lorien Elf's back and over the taut muscles of his bottom. As his fingers probed the sacred opening and brushed the tightening sacs below, Celeborn whimpered slightly and Thranduil's hot lips came down upon the small of his back at the same time as his hand grasped the limp and spent member in a rough and heavy grasp. Celeborn yelped at the cruel grip yet he felt the ache of his need building as his shaft hardened within the king's expert hand. His choked breaths were short and panting now and increased as Thranduil roughly kneed his thighs farther apart. The king trailed a line of wet, hot kisses down his back and over his rear until he reached Celeborn's tight opening and then his tongue slid inside, seeking and eager.
Celeborn cried out and jerked backward, the incredible sensations produced by Thranduil's tongue sending spiking jolts throughout his body, blurring his vision. He yearned for more and found himself considering pleading if Thranduil refrained from entering him again. He could barely think let alone breathe and scarcely took notice as Thranduil's hands once again grasped his hips and pulled him back toward the weeping head of his sex. His hard member probed at Celeborn tauntingly and Thranduil's whisper again sounded within his ear. "Tell me what you want, Celeborn."
All pride left him as he turned his head back to look upon the king. His silver hair slid along his graceful back and fell off his shoulders partly obscuring his strong features. His darkened eyes held Thranduil's gaze and he choked out. "I want you to take me!"
Thranduil rammed forward, thrusting deep within the Lorien Lord and Celeborn's cry rang throughout the glade, a lingering wail that soon turned to gasping pants until Thranduil struck the pleasure dome within him. His body was soon overwhelmed with continuous waves of such delight that it left him imploring and shamelessly begging. Thranduil was only too happy to comply. The tight heat of the Eldar was bringing him to his peak and he could feel his shaft engorge as the impending orgasm built within him. His rough grip upon Celeborn's hips was bruising and there would surely be marks as a reminder of this encounter, but he cared not as he pumped into the Elf Lord again and again.
He bent forward over Celeborn's back and ran his tongue along the Elf's spine. Celeborn shuddered and mumbled incoherently beneath him, his face buried in the grass and leaves of the lush glade. Thranduil clasped his neglected member and once more began to stroke it in rhythm with his thrusts, harder, longer, until Celeborn's wanton cries were his undoing and his release came in a hot roaring gush deep within him. The Eldar's seed poured over Thranduil's hand and spilled to the grass in a hot, silvery stream and both fell heaving to the ground. Thranduil's arm tightened around Celeborn's stomach, pulling him closer, not yet ready to part from him as the last of his spasms shuddered through his body. Celeborn, too powerless to object, lay within the king's arms and tried to regain some semblance of breathing. He felt Thranduil's lips upon his neck, hot, shivering and he closed his eyes allowing the erotic feel of that sensation wash over him. Thranduil slowly pulled free of him and Celeborn rolled limply onto his back, looking up at the Elven-king through glazed and half-lidded eyes. Thranduil's lips came down upon his, hard, tongue plunging deep within, demanding entrance and this time Celeborn did not fight him. Thranduil harshly pulled away, his eyes filled with conquest as he gazed down upon the defeated Lord of Lorien.
"Never forget who is Lord here," he hissed and without another word, rose up and walked back into the forest to retrieve his clothes leaving a stunned and humiliated Eldar to stare after him. Celeborn's eyes filled with rage and his face colored hotly, a rosy hue rising high upon his cheeks as he sat up, glaring after the retreating back of the woodland king.
"The Valar curse you!" he snarled after Thranduil, but the Elven-king did not look back.
The End
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