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Moonlight Becomes You
Author: Sildil
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Elrond/?
Warnings: none
Request: Imladris elves, moonlight and a waterfall
Written For: Eawen Penallion
Elrond glared. Glorfindel frowned. Erestor sighed. The twins.....well, the twins did what they always did and sniggered.....together.
The poor unfortunate elf that happened to have incurred Elrond's displeasure squirmed slightly.
"I do apologise my Lord, it was my fault, I was delayed getting here." It was true that the delay had taken the form of a rather pretty female galadhrim but the elf was not going to admit to the details.
"Do you realise," said Elrond icily, "do you realise," he repeated for emphasis, "that this leaves me and my household NO time to prepare for Lady Galadriel's visit? In THREE days?"
The rather pale elf nodded and gulped. "Er.....yes?" he whispered.
"Well what do you propose I do about it!" the elf lord shouted.
Erestor moved to stand between Elrond and his victim. "My Lord, there will be time. It is tight, I grant you, but we can manage," he said soothingly.
"Tight? Tight?!! It is impossible! The guest rooms are full of junk from the west wing after the storm damage in the autumn, the early snows have blocked the pass from Mirkwood thus we have almost run out of wine from Laketown and the hunting has not been successful this last month. Not to mention the fact that I am working on a particularly difficult and tricky clause in a trade agreement with the dwarves and have no time to spare on entertaining!"
Erestor winced at the almost tangible fury that poured from Elrond. He tried again, "Leave it to myself and Glorfindel. We will deal with the problem and I promise you everything will be ready in time."
Glorfindel jumped, "What? Me?"
Erestor nodded urgently at the surprised blond elf and hissed under his breath, "yes 'you', dimwit, if you ever want to get out of here alive!"
Glorfindel's shocked look changed to one of understanding, and he nodded as well. "Yes, Lord Elrond, leave it to us," he said enthusiastically, causing Elrond to raise one eyebrow and glare.
The twins got up and lovingly kissed their father, one on each side. "Leave the hunting to us, we will go now," they said in unison and left arm in arm.
Elrond sighed, watching all of them leave the chamber. He knew he had overreacted to the situation, but he was frustrated, upset and miserable. He had a secret (not a big secret, and it was not going to be a secret for very much longer, just for the time being until he felt ready to tell everyone) but he had finally admitted his loneliness to a very dear friend, and had discovered that the same said friend had been more than fond of him for many, many years.
Having made this amazing discovery, the two of them had one night of pure bliss, discovering each other and making warm, sweet, passionate love, but since then, nothing. Elrond had been too busy. He had had no time at all in recent weeks to spend with his new lover. He had finally managed to more or less clear his desk of the detritus that covered it, and thought he had all the household problems in hand, leaving him a free night, and now this. He growled in frustration at a passing servant who hurriedly scuttled, head down, across the hall.
He got up and poured himself a glass of brandy but as he stared into its golden depths, he suddenly realised that this was even worse a situation than he had first realised. The Lady Galadriel would be here. His mother in law. Although his wife had not been with him for many, many years and her parents had often themselves said of late that Elrond should not feel obliged to stay alone and celibate for ever, it was another thing to flaunt one's new partner in front of the wife's mother, and could be considered rather impolite. So that meant that no public or even semi-public demonstrations of affection for the duration of the 'surprise' visit.
Oh bugger. Sudden tears of frustration appeared in his eyes and he threw the brandy glass against the wall where it smashed, the contents leaving a nasty stain on the paintwork. What was the point? Now he knew why he hadn't pursued any romantic attachments for the last dozen decades. He was fated to be alone. No partner deserved such neglect.
He sighed heavily again. Well, their delightful lovemaking had been an evening he would never forget, one he would cherish for the rest of his days but perhaps these obstacles were the Valar's way of telling him that it would not work. Better to end it before it began and they were both hurt badly. They should never have pushed their friendship beyond the boundaries. He would wait until Galadriel's visit was over, then he would talk to his dear friend and tell him of his decision. He would understand.
The twins were riding back after the afternoon's hunting. It had been very successful, they had managed to catch two deer, which were skillfully trussed and tied behind the riders, and as they ambled along they mused and gossiped as they always did.
"So who do you think father's lover is?" said Elladan, the elder of the twins, by ten minutes.
"So we are agreed he definitely has a lover then?" chuckled Elrohir, "I have no idea! And it is driving me mad too."
Elladan thought and then listed all the possibilities, "Well, let's think who father's friends are. Erestor, Lindir, Glorfindel, Gildor..... have I missed anyone out?"
Elrohir shook his head, "no I think you have covered them adequately. It can't be Lindir though. He has a lover."
"Does he?!" exclaimed Elladan, his interest piqued.
Elrohir smirked, he loved to find out a juicy bit of information and then tease his brother with it for days. "Oh yes, didn't you know? It really was a surprise to find out who as well, certainly not someone you would have thought of!"
Elladan glared at the smug elf by his side. "Tell me. Now."
Elrohir chuckled, "hehe, certainly not! It is a secret, I promised him I wouldn't breathe a word. They want to keep it to themselves for a little bit longer."
"Humph." snorted Elladan.
"Erestor?" Elrohir said, smirking.
"Hmmm, I must admit he was my first thought, but I have been watching him and he doesn't seem to be acting any differently recently. And while he and father are friends, they have never seemed.....I don't know.....'right' together." said Elladan, putting aside the mystery of Lindir's beloved for the moment. He had plenty of ways to get THAT little titbit out of Elrohir later.
"Yes, I know what you mean. Well, that leaves Glorfindel or Gildor."
"Glorfindel is too.....passionate for father I think, and Gildor is too.....other worldly. And anyway, neither of them has been around much in the last couple of months. Gildor was over towards Hobbiton until recently and Glorfindel has been in and out of Imladris far too much in the last few months. They wouldn't have had time to establish anything serious."
Elrohir sighed. "Then perhaps we are imagining things. But I swear father was looking far happier and contented of late, at least until this wretched messenger arrived."
Elladan nodded, looking disappointed. "Ahh, maybe you are right. Maybe it is just wishful thinking. But I do wish he had someone special, just for him, don't you Ro?"
His twin smiled wistfully, "Oh yes, Ell, I do."
Glorfindel cursed Erestor from Imladris to Mordor and back again as he coughed over the dust in the guest rooms. He was dressed in a rather unappealing brown cotton wrap and had his hair tied up in a red scarf. He felt a prat. Erestor had given him the job of clearing the West wing and getting it ready for their visitors, while the librarian sorted out the catering arrangements. Somehow, Glorfindel felt, he had got the bum end of the deal.
"But you are far more suited to organising troops," Erestor had said, presenting Glorfindel with a small army of reluctant assistants, all of whom wished they were out fighting orcs instead. They had all spent the afternoon lugging heavy timbers and broken tiles out of the storm damaged main rooms while the more skilled in carpentry and building hastily repaired the roofs and walls. Now they were beating carpets, sweeping and dusting, hence Glorfindel's coughing attack.
As Glorfindel choked and spluttered, his eyes streaming with tears, he suddenly found a glass of water pushed into his hand. He drank it down and whispered, "thank you," to his unknown benefactor, wiping his eyes afterwards. Having dried them and regained his breath he saw who his visitor was. "Lindir," he said smiling, "have you come to help? Please say you have."
Lindir chuckled, "no, I am sorry my friend. I merely came to pass on a message from Lord Elrond. He has pinned a note to his study door saying he is not to be disturbed. I think the sawing and hammering has been getting on his nerves actually."
Glorfindel frowned. "Well it hasn't exactly been a bundle of laughs here either....Oh well, we are very nearly finished, though I must confess I would rather fight a balrog rather than be in charge of the West wing renovation ever again."
Lindir smiled sympathetically, moved behind Glorfindel and began to massage his shoulders. "It all looks splendid. You have done a wonderful job," he said, bending forward and planting a kiss on Glorfindel's cheek. Glorfindel turned and took Lindir in his arms. "Thank you for saying so, you are a sweet friend. If you were not already taken I would be tempted myself, but I think that Erestor would probably challenge me to a duel if I tried anything!"
Lindir blushed and lowered his eyes, "how did you know? We have tried to keep it a secret."
Glorfindel laughed, "every time he passes by you cannot take your eyes off him, and every time he hears you sing he dissolves into a puddle! That and the fact that I saw you creep out of his rooms early the other morning when I happened to be on my way to the stables."
Lindir grinned, "I thought I had been so careful. Oh dear, you won't tell anyone else will you? Elrohir knows, he caught us kissing in the library, but he was sworn to secrecy. We want to announce our betrothal at the Midwinter feast." He blushed again.
"Your secret is safe with me. But I am glad I know your intentions as I have plenty of time to find you both a gift. Now, I think I must get back to my housework," Glorfindel groaned, and Lindir left him to finish his task.
At last the day was over. Elrond had finally worked through all the papers on his desk. He had answered umpteen questions from Erestor about numbers of expected visitors (he'd had to guess) what they would like to eat (whatever the twins managed to find) how many horses would need stabling (no idea) and how long the visit would be for (anybody's guess). He had put up with that infernal banging and crashing, but knew he couldn't say anything as the work had to be done. Now he was tired, frustrated and very miserable. The more he had thought about it, the firmer was his resolve to call off this budding romance before things progressed too far, but it left him feeling more wretched than before and he decided he needed a walk to clear his head.
It was an uncommonly mild evening and Elrond wandered aimlessly for a while, through the quiet valley. It was a clear night and the moon was large and low in the sky. His feet found their way to a favourite place where a waterfall spilled into a small pool. It had been a chosen spot of his wife's and perhaps that was why he found himself sitting there some time later, talking to her in his mind and heart.
'What should I do? He loves me and I love him, but it seems impossible to put aside all the cares and responsibilities of Imladris, impossible and rather selfish. How can I open my heart and life to someone when they don't just get 'Elrond' but Imladris as well? How did you cope my love?
Elrond sat waiting for an answer to come to him but there was none. None, except the calming sound of the waterfall and the happy memories he began to recall of Celebrian and the good times they had together. Such was his reverie that he chuckled and smiled to himself and after some time he realised that this was his answer. Celebrian coped because she loved him. I am an idiot, he thought to himself, Lord of Imladris, Keeper of Vilya and a prize idiot. Love was the answer, as it always was and always would be. To think I almost gave up this chance of happiness. Elrond sat back with a sigh of relief, his mind made up to embrace this relationship.....well, actually to embrace his lover as soon as possible.
Suddenly he became aware of a figure standing in the waterfall, the water running over firm muscles and smooth skin. Elrond's heart leaped in his chest and his mouth went dry as the vision turned and walked towards him. The wet body glistened in the soft moonlight and threw back his drenched hair, dark with water. The droplets that flew from the heavy tresses formed a sparkling arc. The vision smiled, a fiery glint in his eye, "Elrond, my love."
"Glorfindel," breathed Elrond, spellbound as his beloved drew near and took him into his arms.
Their lips met with no finesse, all frustrated passion and gasping need as they clutched at each other, Glorfindel's hands fisted in Elrond's tunic and Elrond's sliding over slick, damp skin.
Breaking away for air, Elrond gazed at Glorfindel with wonder, "how did you know?"
It was all the elf lord needed to ask. Glorfindel smiled, "because I love you, because I have watched you pull away from me and close your heart and because I know that you did so out of fear and not a lack of affection."
Elrond grinned sheepishly, "you know me well, and there has never been, nor ever shall be any lack of affection."
"I should hope not! Not from the elf I choose to spend the rest of my days with."
Elrond smiled, then frowned, "so why are you standing here dripping wet and naked? Whatever possess....." his words were cut off as he was thoroughly kissed. Satisfied, Glorfindel answered him, "why not? I thought you might need.....distracting. I followed you, saw the falls and decided that I would be irresistible if I was all slippery, wet and gleaming in the moonlight! I thought that you might need persuading that it was right to continue this relationship to it's rightful conclusion."
Elrond ran his hands over his lover's firm body, "oh yes.....definitely distracting.....and what would be the rightful conclusion, may I ask?" he murmured, nuzzling Glorfindel's neck and nipping slightly.
Glorfindel almost gave in to his lord's delightful kisses and bites, but he wanted him to answer this. It was important. He pulled away, holding Elrond at arm's length, flushed and wanting, but determined to have his promise. "Bond with me. Be my life's mate." Glorfindel stood waiting expectantly, trying to steady his breathing and trembling slightly, far more nervous than he cared to admit to himself.
Elrond closed his eyes tightly against sudden tears, and drew a very shaky breath. Suddenly aware that his beloved might think he was rejecting his sudden proposal, he grabbed Glorfindel's hands, pulling him close. "Yes," he said simply, knowing that further words were not needed.
Glorfindel sighed with relief and threw his arms around Elrond's neck, kissing him voraciously, hungrily. "I love you, my elf lord," he cried in between devouring Elrond's sweet lips. The fair elf tugged at the fastenings of his lover's clothes, quickly and expertly undoing them and shoved the robe off Elrond's pale shoulders. The robe was quickly followed by the under tunic, the boots and the leggings, resulting in a very naked and very aroused Elrond. Glorfindel lost no time in lowering them both to the ground to lie on the soft bed of clothing. There was the slightest chill in the night air, but neither of them noticed, they generated their own heat and any shivering and trembling was due to the touch of a lover's caress.
"To think that I nearly ran away from this," gasped Elrond, as Glorfindel sucked at his collarbone as if it were a tasty treat and then licked his way down the centre of his chest towards his navel. On reaching the hollow, the fair elf proceeded to push his tongue in and out most suggestively, leaving Elrond squirming with pleasure. He paused to grin up at the writhing peredhel, "do you like that?"
Elrond raised an eyebrow and nodded," I'll show you how much I like it," he said breathlessly, and gave a sudden wriggle, deftly flipping Glorfindel onto his back and covering him with his body. He grabbed Glorfindel's arms, still damp from the waterfall, in one strong hand and pinned them above his head. "I have you at my mercy now, I can do anything I want," he murmured, and his lover shivered with delight. "What would you do with me, my Lord?" Glorfindel whispered, his eyes blazing with passion.
Elrond grinned, "first I am going to taste every part of you that I can reach, and then I am going to take you here, under the moonlight." The elf lord paused, gazing into Glorfindel's lust-darkened eyes, "you look as though you are made of mithril, lying beneath me, bathed in Ithil's soft light.....but you are worth far, far more to me than any precious metal. I love you Glorfindel," whispered Elrond and set about making good his promise, devouring his lover with lips, tongue and teeth.
Glorfindel arched his back, struggling to reach for Elrond but his hands were firmly held. Giving up on that idea he wrapped his legs around the half elf, pulling him in tighter, "fulfil your promise my love, I need you, now," he moaned.
Elrond needed no further encouragement and reached round a free hand seeking entrance to Glorfindel's silver body. He pushed a finger into the tight heat and shivered at his lover's gasp of pleasure. Elrond moved his finger in and out, preparing him gently, slowly and when Glorfindel was almost sobbing with frustrated need he added another, stretching his beloved carefully.
"Please, just be inside me, I cannot wait any longer!" cried the fair elf and Elrond entered him with one long, steady thrust. He waited for a moment, until Glorfindel nodded and then began a slow and steady rocking in and out, reducing his lover to a writhing, whimpering moon-clad elf beneath him.
Elrond released his grip on Glorfindel's hands and, resting on both arms, he held his shoulders away from his friend, gazing down at their two bodies. The moonlight made them both shine and cast soft shadows over their rapt faces. Glorfindel sighed, groaning at each thrust of Elrond's shaft and he ran his fingers over his elf lord's chest, mapping out the rise and fall of hard muscles and soft skin. He pushed his fingers through Elrond's hair, pulling him down for a kiss, "come inside me, I can't last much longer," he pleaded against his lips, his whispered words sending Elrond over the edge and his lover began to pump harder.
With a cry of ecstasy Elrond released himself in Glorfindel's willing body, while his fair lover too yelled his joy, his seed shining silver in the moonlight.
Exhausted but happy, the two elves lay for a while on Elrond's messed up robes, listening to the sound of the waterfall, then Elrond sighed. "We had best make use of the river to clean ourselves and then return to the house."
Glorfindel noticed the slight tinge of reluctance in his elf lord's voice and grabbed his face between his hands, forcing him to look him squarely in the eyes. "Yes, we will, but we will return together my love, and remain together. Nothing will separate us again.....not even renovating the west wing, I promise!"
Three months later, standing by the waterfall where they had agreed to bond with each other, Elrond and Glorfindel made their vows in front of family and friends. They exchanged rings of pure mithril and smiled secretly at each other, both remembering how the moon had blessed their union that perfect night.
The End
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