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Winter Talks
Author: Legorfilinde
Beta: none
Email: [email protected]
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erestor/Rumil
Warnings: none
Request: Angsty with sexy/humourous resolution, yuletide, snow
Written For: Eawen Penallion
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Erestor sat down upon a low bench near one of the wide, open air balconies and gazed out at the maze of mellyrn comprising the Lorien dwelling of Caras Galadon. The gigantic and stately trees with their large, sheltering canopies housed a myriad of crystalline telain nestled within their sturdy branches. The view filled his vision and in places the towering trees blocked out the gray skies of winter that hovered above them. Everything visible to his keen eye was tinged a blue-white, looking cold and still; and although he did not feel the temperature, he drew his fur cloak more tightly about his slender shoulders. The dark hairs of the bearskin framed his chin and highlighted his pale features and high cheekbones. He was a striking figure and one not often overlooked whether present within a council chamber or entertaining at a festive reception. His naturally austere expression was now clouded with frustration and weariness and he leaned back heavily against the rail of the balcony.
The talks were not going well. Even Lord Elrond�s gilded tongue had not been able to formulate a plan of action that all parties would agree to. King Thranduil was being as cantankerous as usual and at one point in the heated and vociferous debates threatened to leave the talks altogether. Had it not been for the efforts of his charismatic son, the entire Mirkwood delegation would be halfway home by now. Erestor sighed and pinched the skin above his elegant, straight nose. He was tired and his mind muddled. If he was to be of any use at all to Lord Elrond, he would have to be rested and clear headed. He needed to get away from the council chambers for a time and perhaps then his mind could find its way to a solution.
He rose gracefully and made his way toward the carved stair that would take him to the forest floor hundreds of feet below. He disliked the treetops and preferred the feel of solid earth beneath his feet while pondering a dilemma. A walk through the quiet, peaceful wood without hindrance would bring him some much needed relief from the confines of the tree city and allow his mind to wander freely at will. He thought fleetingly that perhaps it might be prudent to inform someone of his intention to leave the city, but feared he would be dragged into yet another cumbersome conversation or be forced to listen to more monotonous drivel and so he hastened downward without speaking to any of the Galadhrim or to any of the Elves from Imladris.
Once upon the ground he looked about the thick wood and decided on the path that led to the northwest and the towering mountain peak of Caradhras. The snow covered summit was half obscured by dark clouds that swirled and eddied about the narrow pass and gave the ancient mountain a sinister scowling appearance. Erestor�s gaze traveled downward to the Dwarven gate of Moria, barely visible from this great distance. His brow creased as he pondered the lot of those within the cavernous mithril mines. There had been no word from the kingdom of Khazad-d�m in quite some time, nor did any know the fate of Balin and his folk. There were only the rumors of a dark evil lurking within the bowels of the mountain that no one had as yet volunteered to confirm.
Erestor shifted his fur about his shoulders and deftly enterlaced the clasps at his throat and chest securing the garment against the whipping winds, and then he began walking through the trees. His thoughts turned from the uncertain destiny of the Dwarves of Moria and returned to the present crisis at hand � these stalled talks. So absorbed was he in his musings that he did not even realize he was being followed. However, in all likelihood, had he not been preoccupied, he would never have detected the stealthy tread of the seasoned tracker and warrior of Lady Galadriel�s wood. For such was the case as Rumil, hidden and unseen, pursued the dark haired Noldor Elf through the twilight wood.
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From the first glimpse he had ever had of Erestor, Rumil had been utterly and irresistibly fascinated by this strange and exotic looking Elf. Living as he did among the blond and silver haired Elves of the Golden Wood, Rumil had never before seen an Elf with hair as black and shiny as a raven�s wing; and this alone had drawn his interest to the counselor of Lady Galadriel�s law-son. But as he observed the tall, slender Elf as he leisurely walked through the trees, Rumil found that he was very much attracted to this stoic and severe looking adviser to Lord Elrond and he wondered how he might arrange to actually meet him.
He had heard many tales about Lord Elrond and his advisers and counselors from his elder brother, Haldir, and knew that this Elf before him was ancient and therefore all the more mystifying. Rumil wanted very much to speak with this dark Elf, but there had never been occasion for them to be formally introduced and his duties patrolling the Golden Wood had always precluded any chance of socializing with the various guests of the Lord and Lady. Rumil snorted with annoyance, knowing that if any were to be asked to join in such gala occasions it would not be he they chose, but Haldir. Rumil slowly peeked around the trunk of a huge mallorn and watched Erestor�s straight back vanish within a thick stand of wood. He held back, not wishing his surveillance to be detected and held his breath so as not to make any untoward sound within the stillness of the glade.
The light puffy flakes of snow that had flurried and danced about the forest since early morning now began to thicken and Rumil looked up at the leaden sky above him and frowned. The weather had turned and by the look of it a heavy snow storm would soon be upon them. He glanced toward the place where he had last seen the counselor. He would have to forego this game of illicit pursuit and alert the emissary from Imladris to the dangers of being caught unprepared in a blizzard off the Hithaeglir. However, as he approached the line of trees where Erestor had previously vanished from sight he could see no trace of the dark Elf and the snowfall was now such that visibility was extremely limited; even his keen Elven eyes could not penetrate the icy, whirling flakes that stung his face and powdered his flaxen hair.
He was about to call out to Erestor when the silence of the wood was shattered by a horrendous cracking sound quickly followed by a startled shout. Rumil tensed, his head turning from side to side to better ascertain the direction from which the sound had come. A second later he started running through the trees headlong racing toward the Celebrant. The river was ice covered at this time of the year but there were many unstable patches and it was always treacherous to attempt a crossing, even for light footed Elves unless they were familiar with the river and its currents and knew where the thinning ice was likely to be.
The young Galadhrim burst through the last stand of trees and slid to a halt upon the slushy river bank. His gaze traveled up and down the course of the waterway yet the blinding snow made it difficult to distinguish anything more than an arm�s length away. Rumil cursed softly and glanced at the ground near is booted feet. He was the best tracker in the Golden Wood and it was only a matter of moments before he spied the telltale marks that marred the quickly deepening snow. He moved along the trail at a swift and surefooted pace and had gone no more than several hundred yards when he saw where part of the river�s frozen bank had crumbled away and fallen toward the churning waters below. A large gaping hole in the ice was evidence of someone or something tumbling down and into the river�s chilling water.
�No!� Rumil hissed as he slipped and slid down the slick bank toward the river�s edge. He inched his way toward the opening and carefully knelt down upon the ice, leaning toward the lapping water. His head swiveled sharply downstream and he strained to see farther down the river�s course. If the counselor had indeed fallen through this break in the ice, the river would have dragged him down under the ice and on down the river. He quickly rose to his feet and began to run along the river�s rim searching for another break in the ice. By now the snowfall was so thick and heavy that he could barely distinguish the sky from the ground. Only the darkened shapes of rocks and gnarled roots helped him to keep to the embankment and not plunge into the river as well.
Plumes of frosty breath billowed from his heaving lungs and he was about to halt and retrace his steps when a dark shape loomed out of the blinding snow in front of him and he almost fell over the prone form of the counselor. Erestor�s long wet hair was plastered to his face and his skin held a grayish blue tint. Rumil fell to his knees beside the still form and snatched one of the Elf�s slim hands. The skin was wet and freezing to the touch and Rumil began to rub the adviser�s hand between his own warm palms, hoping to stimulate the blood flow but he saw no response to his efforts from Erestor�s pale face. He placed his fingers to Erestor�s cold neck and felt a thready pulse; it was irregular, but there. He turned the counselor�s head to the side and a wash of river water escaped his bluish lips.
The snow and winds were howling now and darkness was only moments away. Rumil searched wildly for some sheltering wood or rock and found nothing suitable nearby. He knew he must get this stricken Elf out of the raging storm or he would not survive the elements. Even an Elf could freeze to death given enough time. He slung his Lorien bow back across his shoulder and quickly slipped his arms beneath the still form of the dark Elf. He easily lifted the slender Noldor up within his arms and carefully made his way back toward the minimal protection of the trees. Slowly but steadily he ventured deeper and deeper into the southern borders of the Golden Wood. He had no way to determine just how far down the river Erestor had been carried by the swift waters. The heavy snow and winds now obscured any landmarks or trails and so he simply concentrated on moving farther and farther into the thickness and protection of trees. And so it was merely happenstance that led him stumbling into the shelter of a hidden overhang and he fell to his knees exhausted and gasping, but at last, out of the cold wind and freezing snow. He gently lowered Erestor to the dry ground within the recess and carefully laid him upon a blanket of crumpled, dead leaves and brown pine needles. With shaking hands upon his knees and his head lowered, he then tried to regulate his breathing and ease the fire in his aching lungs.
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When he could at last breathe with some semblance of normalcy, Rumil removed his bow and quiver and set his weapons aside. He then began a cursory examination of the counselor�s body, looking for any outward sign of injury. Ice had already formed on Erestor�s sodden garments and it crackled as Rumil ran his hands along the dark Elf�s arms and legs checking for broken bones. Finding none, he began the slow process of stripping away the clammy and waterlogged clothing from Erestor�s unconscious form. This task proved to be more difficult than he had thought for when he finally removed the last of the wet attire from the Noldor�s limbs, Erestor�s pale and exquisite body lay naked and beautiful before him; his skin almost luminescent in the murky twilight of dusk. Rumil�s breath caught at the sight and a painful knot of lust and desire blossomed deep within his belly.
He reluctantly tore his gaze from the prone form of the Elf that of late seemed to dominate his daydreams and began to strip out of his heavy woven cloak and tunic. He pulled his linen shirt up and over his head and slowly and thoroughly he began to dry Erestor�s chilled body with the soft material. The dark haired Elf was still frighteningly cold and Rumil fearfully touched his hand to the counselor�s neck once more to assure himself that he did indeed still live. Erestor made no sound or movement and his eyes remained closed. His face was serene and ethereal and yet eerily still. Rumil returned to his task and when every inch of the counselor�s body had been wiped dry save his lower abdomen, the young Elf flushed hotly and slowly reached out to touch the ample sex lying nestled among a spattering of ebony curls. The blond Galadhrim sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as his hand hovered above the dark Elf�s body.
�Why do you hesitate?� Erestor voice whispered into the stillness of their small haven.
Rumil snatched his hand back as if it had been burned and his pale cheeks flamed with humiliation. He was heartily thankful for the darkness of the shelter, but he could not hide the heat of his desire nor the stiffening of his shaft as it strained against the suede of his leggings.
Rumil bowed his head and turned away from the elder Elf. �Forgive me, Lord Erestor,� he stammered, �Your body is wet and freezing, I meant only to��
Erestor chuckled softly and his hand lightly touched Rumil�s forearm. The blond Elf stiffened but slowly turned his gaze toward the Elf lying before him. �It has been quite some time since last I caused such a fair and desirable youngling to blush so.� His slender fingers slid along Rumil�s bare arm and the warrior gasped. �Or one who so obviously desires me.�
Rumil trembled and his face flushed anew. He rocked back on his calves and clumsily reached for his cloak. He then hastily covered Erestor�s body with the heavy cape and began to snug the garment under the Elf�s prone form. �You need to regain your body�s warmth,� he choked out. �I should find some wood to start a fire.�
Erestor�s dark eyes bored into Rumil�s and the golden Elf found he could not look away. �There is no need for that, young one,� the counselor said softly. �The best way to warm my chilled body is to wrap your naked one against mine, sharing your own body�s heat with me.�
Rumil suddenly realized that he had ceased to breathe and his body shivered as he tried to gain some sort of control over his frantically racing heart. �Very well,� he murmured as he sat back and began tugging at his boots. He finally managed to free them of his feet and then his fingers fumbled clumsily at the lacings of his leather pants. His embarrassment increased as he realized that Erestor was staring at him quite blatantly, his look a strange combination of amusement and hunger. At last the laces fell away and he slithered out of his leggings, tossing them in the pile made of his boots. He turned to Erestor and saw that the counselor had lifted the cloak, inviting him in. Rumil hesitated only a moment and then slid his body against that of the dark haired Elf. He gasped as Erestor�s frozen skin touched his, but he had little time to think for the elder Elf�s lips came down upon his and all other thoughts fled as if they had never been.
Rumil�s arms slid around Erestor and drew him closer as their kiss deepened and when the dark Elf�s tongue plunged ravenously into his mouth, Rumil moaned in complete and total surrender. Erestor�s hand slid along his ribs and across his hip and then he turned into Rumil�s embrace and their hardened erections rolled together causing both to groan with unbridled need. Erestor�s lips parted from the young Galadhrim�s mouth and he began to slowly kiss and lick his way down Rumil�s throat. Rumil could not recall a time when he had ever felt such pleasure and when Erestor�s mouth nipped at the hard nub of his nipple, he cried out, gasping, as his back arched up toward the elder Elf�s mouth.
Rumil burrowed his hands into the thick wet strands of Erestor�s luscious black hair, pulling the Elf�s face into his chest, as he moaned again. His long slender legs entwined with those of the dark Elf and once again their shafts tumbled together. Delicious jolts of pleasure shot through his body as Erestor�s lips met his in a searing kiss that left him lightheaded and dizzy.
�Touch me,� he breathed into Rumil�s mouth as his body fell back against the ground. He pulled the young Elf down with him and then gazed up into Rumil�s flushed face. Rumil reached a hand down between them and clasped him firmly. He began a slow and steady kneading of his flesh and Erestor sighed with pleasure, pushing upward into Rumil�s hand, urging the younger Elf to harder and harder strokes until he cried out his need. Rumil�s own erection was painfully throbbing and he rolled atop the dark Elf and settled roughly between his slender thighs.
His weeping head probed at the entrance to Erestor�s body, seeking entry and complying, Erestor lifted his knees, rolling his body upward to ease Rumil�s way. The Galadhrim�s long blond hair brushed across Erestor�s flat stomach and the Elf writhed at the whisper of sensation as it slid across his pale skin. Rumil thrust forward, plunging deeply into Erestor�s tight channel, matching the movement of his hips with the pull of his hand until the dark Elf beneath him wailed as his orgasm claimed him. Rumil shuddered as his own end quickly approached and as he pounded into Erestor�s body one last time, his own cry of release echoed into the night, until finally he fell atop the elder Elf, limp and sated. The two lay entangled beneath the woolen cloak, unwilling to move apart even as their breathing calmed and their hammering hearts slowed to gentle murmurs.
Rumil traced his fingers along the side of Erestor�s cheek, then down to his chin before placing his lips upon the dark Elf�s mouth, gently and tenderly. Erestor returned the caress, pulling the younger Elf toward him and closing the slight gap between their bodies. He ran his hand down the golden Elf�s back and smiled slightly. �I believe you have warmed my body,� he murmured into Rumil�s neck, �and saved my life as well.�
Rumil started to protest, but Erestor�s kiss cut off his unspoken words and when the dark Elf grasped the young one�s stirring shaft, all thoughts of protest were forgotten.
The End
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