Lost In the Wood

Summary: none given.

Author's Note: Happy Holidays to you. This is the first time ever for me, but this Santa swap finally gave me the courage to start writing instead of only reading. So thanks for the push and I hope you enjoy this.

Taur-nu-Fuin, Girithron, 2090 Third Age�

It was still the middle of the night in Mirkwood when two figures leading horses behind them silently made their way into the forest outside the palace.�

They had ridden for some time when one of the elves turned toward the other.�

�Are you sure this is such a good idea, Thranduil? The whole palace will be in an uproar when they discover we are gone.��

�Come now, Celeborn,� the king answered, �You said you wanted to explore the forest alone. It is too dangerous to do so by yourself, so that is why we are going together. But if you have changed your mind, we can still turn back, you know,� Thranduil said.�

�I hope you are not serious?� Celeborn shot back with a big smile on his face. �I am not forgoing a chance like this. Not after sneaking out like that.��

The elves rode through the forest all morning, Celeborn enjoying the sights and sounds of the forest that was so different from L�rien.�

�I wish it was Ethuil right now. The forest looks so much better when the trees are full with fresh green leaves, even now with the shadow,� Thranduil told Celeborn. �

�I like the forest like this; I have missed the snow. In Caras Galadhon, it does not snow.��

When they came to a small stream, Celeborn looked at Thranduil. �Let us take some time to eat, shall we? I am starting to get hungry.��

They dismounted and settled beneath the trees next to the stream. They had brought a fine array of food with them; fresh bread, a tub of butter, chunks of cheese, pieces of dried meat, dried fruits, nuts and some bottles of fine Dorwinion red wine.�

While the two elves were eating, the air started to grow colder and small snowflakes started to fall, much to Celeborn�s delight.�

After their lunch, they mounted again and Thranduil led them back toward the palace following another trail.� �

They had ridden for some time when they noticed that the snow had begun to come down faster and faster.�

After an hour in which the light snowfall had started to turn into a snowstorm, Celeborn decided to ask, �How far are we from the palace, mellonen?��

�About half an hour, why do you ask?��

�Perhaps we should find some shelter. It looks like the weather will only get worse.��

Thranduil smirked at his friend. �Afraid of a little snow, are you?��

�Of course not, I am just wondering if you are sure we are going in the right direction?� �

The king looked back at him, scowling. �Of course we are. I know the forest like the back of my hand.��

�I know you do, but the snowfall will make travelling more difficult.��

�We do not need to find shelter; we will soon be back at the palace.��

They kept on riding, but the snowfall was fast turning into a full-grown blizzard and the elves could hardly see where they were going. �

They had ridden for more than an hour when Celeborn spotted something and called to Thranduil, �There is a cabin of some sort to our left. Perhaps we should take shelter and get out of this storm.� �

�We do not need to; we are nearly at the palace,� Thranduil called back to him.�

Celeborn let out a frustrated sigh. �That is what you said over an hour ago as well, mellonen��

Thranduil looked at Celeborn and frowned. �Are you saying what I think you are?� he asked angrily.�

�Oh, will you just stop it, Thranduil? You cannot fool me. You do not know where we are any more than I do.� �

�What! Do you really think I do not know where we are?� Thranduil let out an angry growl.

�Well, you can use the cabin if you want to. I am not going to stop here,� he said, and without even looking back at Celeborn, he kept on riding.�

�Thranduil, be reasonable. Would you really leave me out here in the wood by myself?� Celeborn called out to him.�

Thranduil ignored him and urged his horse into a trot.�

�Thranduil, do not be an idiot, come back here!� Celeborn yelled after him, but he received no reply. He started following the elf, but was quickly lost in the heavy snow.�

�Thranduil! Please, come back. Thranduil!� he called out, then sighed in frustration.

Why did that stubborn elf never listen?�

Then he suddenly heard a loud crash coming from some distance, followed by the neighing of a horse. Immediately worried, he urged his own horse toward the sound. �

He found Thranduil�s horse standing next to a tree and his master lying unconscious on his back in the snow.�

Celeborn could not hide a snicker when he realised that his friend had run into a low-hanging tree branch. He dismounted and looked him over.�

Thranduil had a big bruise on his forehead. Celeborn shook his shoulders slightly but the king did not react.�

�Well there you have it, mellonen,� he said, picking him up from the ground and placing him on the back of his own horse. �You are not going any further now, even if you want to.��

He called Thranduil�s mount to follow him and with the help of his own horse, they went back to the cabin he had spotted before.�

He quickly checked the cabin to see if it was safe, then carried his friend in.�

There was little furniture inside the cabin and most of it looked about to collapse, but the bed looked sturdy enough, so he laid Thranduil down upon it.�

He went back outside to get their packs and see if the horses would be all right. He saw that they had taken shelter underneath an overhanging part of the roof. There, he saw a small pile of wood, so he carried some back inside and started a fire in the hearth.�

When he had a good fire going, he turned to Thranduil so he could look him over, and saw that his friend was coming round. �Are you alright?� he asked.�

Thranduil let out a sigh and sat up, wincing at the pain his head caused him.

�I am alright, I think. Just embarrassed at what happened.� Then he let out another sigh.�

�What is it mellonen?� Celeborn asked, coming closer. �Let me get a good look at your head.��

�That is not necessary. I am sorry for taking off like that. It is just that I hated to admit to you that I had no idea where we were. I mean, I just cannot believe I got lost in my own forest.��

�There is a first time for everything, you know.� Celeborn said, putting his arm around him. �

�I know, but why did it have to be the first time right now?� Thranduil pouted.�

Celeborn smiled. �It could have been worse. Your son could have been here with us.� �

Thranduil groaned and put his head in his hands, and Celeborn laughed.�

�Do not worry, I will not tell him,� he said and patted Thranduil on the back. �

Thranduil let out a groan..�

�You are injured. Let me look at your back. Take off your tunic and turn around so your back is turned toward the light.��

Celeborn went to the pile of wood, fed the fire with some big logs, and turned back to Thranduil. �Well? Are you going to take off that tunic or not?��

When Thranduil complied, Celeborn could not help but stare at his friend. He had always thought Thranduil fair to see, but the sight of the well-formed chest with the powerful muscles underneath the marble pale skin sent a surge of blood to his groin.�

Swallowing hard, he waited until Thranduil had turned around. Then he examined his friend�s back carefully. �Well, you will have a nice big bruise, but I think that is all.��

Thranduil made a face and said, �I think I pulled a muscle as well,� a small smirk on his face.

It was no outright lie, but he had seen the look on Celeborn�s face and that had made him aware of his friend�s body, too.�

�I have some oil that will reduce the bruise and loosen the muscles. I could give you a massage, if you would like.� Celeborn offered�

Thranduil looked back at him. �I would like that.��

Celeborn went to get his pack and rummaged around inside it until he found the small vial of oil. Sitting down behind Thranduil, he opened it. He poured some of the oil in his hand and handed the vial to Thranduil.�

�Hold this.� He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil. Then he spread the oil over Thranduil�s back and started kneading the muscles.

Thranduil flinched when Celeborn hit a tender spot.�

�Ouch, that hurts,� he complained, but after a while, Thranduil relaxed, leaning into his friend. �Gods, that feels good.��

Celeborn kept rubbing the muscle. �That is it my friend, just relax,� he whispered in Thranduil�s ear. �

That elicited a small moan from Thranduil.�

Celeborn smiled when he heard those words and could not resist the temptation. He flicked his tongue over the rim of the ear and was rewarded with another moan. Growing a bit bolder, he took the tip of the ear is his mouth and sucked on it.�

�Ai, Valar � that�s nice� Thranduil turned his head toward the mouth so Celeborn had better access to his ear. �

The hands that had been massaging him wandered to his chest and one of them pinched a nipple, eliciting a hiss.�

Thranduil turned further and kissed Celeborn�s lips, then he flicked his tongue over them. The lips parted and Thranduil slipped his tongue in.�

Their tongues duelled for dominance until Celeborn yielded and gave in to the kiss.

Breaking apart, they looked at each other and saw that their eyes had darkened with lust.�

Celeborn urged Thranduil to lie down on the bed and stretched out along side of him.�

�You are beautiful, aran n�n,� he whispered before giving him another lingering kiss.

Then he slowly worked his way down Thranduil�s neck with small nips and bites. Sucking hard at the base of it, he left a bright red mark there.�

He kissed his way down to a nipple and took it into his mouth. It pebbled when he sucked on it. He rubbed the other nipple with his thumb, making Thranduil moan loud. �

Thranduil grabbed Celeborn�s head and pulled him closer. �Please � yes � more.� �

Celeborn teasingly raised his head, earning a protesting whimper. He smiled down on the king with a wicked grin and proceeded to slide his hand down the taut stomach.�

Moving even lower, he appreciatively squeezed the bulge that had formed in the breeches and heard a groan coming from his friend.�

He kissed the nipple again while his hands started working on the laces holding the breeches up, opening them to free Thranduil�s straining member.�

Thranduil hissed when his cock was released, then whimpered when the questing fingers slid along his length.�

Celeborn slipped further down the king�s body, pulling the breeches off completely, and threw them to the side. Then he quickly stripped too.�

Moving back up Thranduil�s body, he took the weeping member in his hands and slid them up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip every third stroke.�

Thranduil was writing beneath his hands and moaning. He nearly came off the bed when his member was engulfed in a hot mouth; the only thing keeping him down was a strong arm that lay across his abdomen.�

�Yes � o Valar �. Yes.� Thranduil was quickly coming undone at the sensation when Celeborn lifted his head. Thranduil glared at him.�

�Where did you leave the oil, mellonen?� Celeborn asked.�

Thranduil had a hard time focussing, but finally was able to point toward the vial. He let out a groan when his member was taken back into the mouth. Celeborn opened the vial and coated his fingers with the oil.�

Thranduil spread his legs and felt an oiled finger rub his entrance. Then one slipped in and he whimpered at the feeling it created.�

�Good � so good �yes.��

A second finger followed, scissoring, stretching him, and Celeborn soon found the spot he was looking for. He rubbed the sweet spot and at the same time sucked hard on the cock in his mouth, causing Thranduil to go over the edge with a keening wail.�

Celeborn let the softening cock slip from his mouth and moved back up to kiss Thranduil. �

�You taste good,� he whispered and rubbed the spot deep inside with his fingers again, causing his friend to harden for the second time.�

�Please � I want you inside � now!� Thranduil growled. �

Celeborn quickly oiled his straining member and positioned himself at the entrance. He pushed slowly into the tight velvety passage.�

�Ai, Valar � yes.�� He waited when he was completely engulfed in the hot body beneath him, allowing Thranduil time to adjust to his girth.�

�Move for Valar�s sake � move.� He felt Thranduil moving against him.�

He set a steady pace, which soon became more and more erratic when he started to come undone. He reached between them, took Thranduil�s again rock hard cock in a firm grip, and started moving in time with his own pounding thrusts.�

�Come for me, melethron,� he growled, sending Thranduil over the edge again.

The velvet heat around him contracted, milking his orgasm from him, and he spilled deep inside the beautiful body.�

Celeborn managed to roll of the elf instead of collapsing on top of him.�

Thranduil pulled him into a warm embrace and kissed him before they both drifted off in reverie.�

The End.�
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Elvish translations:

Taur-nu-Fuin � Mirkwood (wood under night-darkness)

Girithron � December

Ethuil � Spring

Mellonen � my friend

Aran n�n � my king

Ai � oh

Melethron � lover (male)