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Summary: Elrohir can�t sleep.
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Elrohir tossed and turned, the sweat on his body causing the sheets to stick to his heated skin. He grumbled, fluffed his pillow and tried to fall into reverie once more.
Finally, he sighed and sat up. After glaring out the window for a few minutes, he glanced over to Elladan who seemed to be able to sleep through anything, including an orc attack. He rose and slipped into some leggings and quietly left their room. Making his way silently down the halls, as it was late and most were asleep...if they could sleep in this heat, he stepped out the large double doors that was the entryway into the Last Homely House.
Quietly he made his way barefoot, down to his favorite place of contemplation, and the place he knew would give him relief, if only temporarily, from this heat.
After crossing over an ornate foot bridge, he sighed. The grass beneath his bare feet felt cool and wonderful, and he knew the water would be even more so. He followed a small animal’s path down to his favorite grotto, smiling as he arrived.
Ithil shone down and fireflies winked in and out as they chased each other through the light mist of the waterfall. Night blooming jasmine filled the area with it’s sultry sweetness and night birds called out a greeting, used to this young elf visiting their home and becoming one of their own.
Only this time as he looked to the water he realized, someone had beaten him there.
The small elf shone silver in the moonlight as he froliced playfully in the cool water, his laughter ringing out like crystal bells. Soon the elf waded towards the bank, stopping when the water enticingly lapped around his hips.
Elrohir watched as the elf dipped backwards, wetting his hair fully and coming up with water streaming down his body, his Ithil touched hair clingling wetly to his back. He caught his breath as the elf raised his hands to the moon and stars above and started to sing, his voice weaving a spell around him.
Slowly he walked forward, not realizing that he was doing so and stopped at the water’s edge, just watching and listening and feeling his heart starting to race. His grey eyes were filled with wonder.
As the small elf continued singing, he turned around and slowly opened his eyes. Emerald green gems stared up at him as that sweet face broke into a smile, the voice still weaving its spell.
Finally the song faded into silence and the two elves stood staring at each other.
“I was hoping that you would come, Elrohir,” the sweet musical voice whispered.
Elrohir startled, then whispered back, “You...you did?”
The small elf lowered his head as he blushed becomingly and then looked up through mist kissed lashes.
“Aye, I have been waiting for you to join me here for awhile now, but it seemed that we either missed one another, or duty kept us apart.”
Slowly the small silver elf started walking from the water, his body moving with the grace of a cat. Elrohir swallowed thickly.
The wet and naked elf stopped mere inches from him and tilted his head back to look up into his eyes.
His sweet voice spoke softly, “I have followed you here on many days and nights, watching you swim and lay beneath the light of Anor and Ithil. Wishing to show myself, but afraid.”
Elrohir wished to touch, to taste. Love and possess.
Instead he whispered, “Why were you afraid?”
The face flushed and the emerald green eyes lowered, “I was afraid if I revealed myself, that I would be sent away. So tonight...I made sure I arrived first. So I could not be.”
“But why?”
Innocently, erotic eyes blinked up at him, as he felt delicate fingers touch his chest and climb up to wrap around his neck. Soon his arms were full of this little elf as his head was pulled down, their breath mingling, their lips almost touching.
“Because I desire you,” was softly whispered, before the softest lips he ever felt touched his, opening in invitation for him to take...to plunder...to possess.
Tightening his arms, Elrohir took the offering, his lips coming down to gently to claim that which was offered. Tongues curled together...explored...as arms around neck and waist tightened.
Elrohir lifted the wet, slick elf into his arms, his lips still possessing, his tongue still tasting and carried him further up the bank. He lay him down upon a soft cool patch of moss, pulling back to marvel at the elf who looked like Ithil kissed cream, spread upon their mossy bed.
Emerald green eyes looked up at him in shy invitation and he kneeled next to the elf, his hands gently running over silky, lustrous skin, cataloging minute tremblings and softer sighs. Elrohir leaned over to once more take the plump and pliable lips of his lover, tasting once again the earth and water, the fire and air, that made up the sweetness of this elf below him.
He pulled back from the kiss to look into the flushed face of his lover, and was graced with a smile that rivaled the light of Anor. Then watched as the elf’s head tilted back, offering himself up in submission.
Asking Elrohir to feast.
Elrohir’s tongue tasted, explored, reveled in the crispness of clear mountain streams and honeydew. He grazed his teeth along the delicate skin, his ears drinking in the sounds of soft sighs and murmured whispers of promises yet to come.
Small delicate fingers of one hand tangled in his hair as he moved lower, caressing his scalp and sending shivers of delight down his spine. The other hand ghosted over his shoulder, stroking and teasing. Creating a song in his soul, and capturing him with its soft touch.
Elrohir’s fingers trailed down the sides of the elf, stroking more music from the sweet lips that cried out softly for more. He swirled his tongue around a hardened nipple, spiraling closer until at last he captured it gently between his teeth and lashed his tongue unmercifully across the sensitive skin.
His lover arched up to him, his sweet cry of want, demanding softly for more.
He obeyed.
After lavishing the twin nipple in the same way, his mouth started watering as he slowly licked his way down further. The trim and taut belly, quivered as his tongue and lips tasted. The muscle beneath the silky skin trembling as he lightly nipped.
Silvery laughter filled the glade as he dipped his tongue teasingly into the navel, the fingers entwined in his hair pulling him away. He looked up into dancing eyes curiously and melted at the whispered word.
“Tickles.”
He would return to this place later, but for now his mouth wished to explore, to taste.
Elrohir’s lips moved further down, teasing the crease where a hip met thigh, garnering a stifled giggle. He smiled softly against the hip and nipped, causing a gasp of pleasure. Leisurely his hands stroked and parted luscious thighs, his eyes riveted on the budded pink opening.
With startled eyes he looked up into the blushing face of the beautiful elf that lay before him, like a banquet for him to feast upon.
“I prepared myself for you,” came the softly spoken words. “...hoping you would be here. Hoping you would make me yours.”
His leggings grew even more tight at hearing this admission, seeing the evidence before his eyes.
He leaned down between the thighs that were spread so trustingly before him, lapping at the soft smooth skin, teasing further up. He nosed at the globes, inhaling the fresh musky scent of his lover, before tasting that which he desired.
Fingers once more twined in his hair, their gentle clenching and unclenching a silent plea for more. His tongue licked the leaking shaft from base to tip, stopping to dip into the slit there.
Teasing.
Tasting.
He opened his mouth and listened to the sweet music of that voice crying out once more, as he lovingly took the hardened shaft of his lover into his throat. Moaning and sucking as the taste of the leaking fluids burst over his tongue.
Honey and woodsmoke.
He brought a hand up, teasing at that which was offered to him, his finger sliding in easily. Slowly he thrust in and out, adding a second finger to gently stretch and prepare his lover. He met some resistance. Fingers of one hand left his hair and he looked up with concern.
His lover opened his hand and sitting upon the palm was a small crystal phial, delicately wrought. He took it and opened it, the smell of sandalwood creating a heady perfume around them.
Gently he poured oil upon his fingers, rubbing them together to coat them more, and lowered his head to take his lover within his mouth again.
Three fingers were slowly pressed into the tight channel, twisting and searching...
There...
His lover arched up with a small cry, fingers once more tangled in his hair, tightening in their passion. A fiery heat shot through him and he could wait no longer.
Elrohir smiled softly at the protesting moan, as he gently removed his fingers and stood. Green eyes riveted on his, and then slowly travelled down his body as he undid the lacings to his leggings, another flash of heat clenching his belly as a soft pink tongue came out to lick softer, pinker lips.
He was welcomed by loving arms, and legs that wrapped around his waist as he lay between them, lips coming up to meet his in a duel of passion that left them both panting.
Slowly he pushed forward, breaking past the slightly resisting barrier of muscle, pausing to allow his lover to adjust to his size. Finally the resisting muscles relaxed, allowing him to slip into tight velvet heat, the passage welcoming him.
His eyes met the emerald ones of his lover as he slowly started to thrust. Their attention was solely on one another as the union of their bodies and hearts flowered and slowly twined its way to their souls.
So intent upon each other, the two lovers did not notice the soft glow starting to form around their bodies, as two feas reached out to one another. The light slowly spread to the moss below them, its tendrils reaching out further and encompassing the verdant grass, the flowers that had been sleeping their nocturnal slumber opening, spreading their perfume upon the air.
As Elrohir moved within his lover, both now moaning softly in their passion, the luminescence continued to spread, now enveloping trees and reaching for the water. As their cries increased, along with the movements of the undulating bodies, the radiance touched the waterfall, and the whole glade blazed to life with the fathomless passion of their love.
The fabric of two hearts...two souls...was torn asunder and remade as their cries of completion filled the air, the light of their love pulsing through the glade...shining ever brighter.
As the two sated lovers held on to one another, gently falling back into themselves and each other, a set of eyes watched.
Elladan smiled as he watched his brother, pull his new husband into his arms, wrapping himself around the diminutive elf protectively.
He had come to the glade to swim with his brother, and instead had witnessed the most beautiful thing. He thanked the Valar to have been blessed with being the eyewitness to two souls finding their other half and bonding at last, one to the other.
"May Eru bless you both, brother. May you always find happiness within each others hearts," he murmured softly.
With a smile he turned and headed back to the Last Homely House, leaving Elrohir and Lindir to sleep peacefully in the safety of the glade.
The End