Title: A Child's Tale Author: Forfirwen Eowéniel - forfirwen@hotmail.com Pairings: Celeborn/Elrohir Rating: NC17 Summary: Elrohir travels to Lorien to meet his lover Celeborn, and finds him telling children's tales to Elflings, and decides to teach him a story of his own. Disclaimer: NOT for use without Author's permission ------------------------------------------------------ Elrohir opened his eyes to the morning breeze pouring through the open talan. He rubbed the sleep from his face, yawning drowsily, and trying to sit up. He lay still a moment, and then forced himself to open his eyes. His hands wandered over his torso, scratching at spots where the soft bearskin he used as a blanket tickled his bare chest. He lifted his head slightly, to fold his arms beneath it, and giggled at Haldir sitting cross-legged on the talan floor, in only his tights. He stared at the elf a moment, realising that Haldir had fallen asleep in that position, with his eyes open. Elrohir slowly pulled himself out of the rug, quickly pulling his cloak around him to protect him from the cold. He crept over to Haldir, and positioned his face a few inches from that of the older elf. He smiled as he listened to Haldir breathing. He watched Haldir’s eyes a moment, trying to find a sign of movement behind them. He moved his face slightly closer, searching deeper in those bright blue eyes, until he was less than a half an inch from his lips. Suddenly Haldir cried out, and pulled a horrid face, knocking Elrohir onto his back in fright, his cloak tangling itself around him, and broke out laughing. Elrohir pulled himself to his feet, struggling to untangle himself from his cloak. Haldir grinned at him and broke out laughing again. "You thought I was asleep, didn’t you hu-hin." He smiled and stood, motioning to Elrohir to collect his things. "We are leaving soon, you must prepare." Elrohir slumped near his things and dressed quickly, giving malicious looks in Haldir’s direction. He hated being the brunt of jokes, especially when he barely knew the one joking with him, and he hated being called a child. He wanted to get to Caras Galadhon as quickly as he possibly could. He climbed down from the talan, not waiting for Haldir. He untied his beast, Ithil-duath, feeling tears begin to streak his face. Haldir had always been cruel to him, and Elrohir had been the bearer of his cruel jokes all night. He had now had enough of it. He mounted Ithil-duath, hearing Haldir’s cries from above, telling to wait, though he payed no heed to them, and kicked her forward. He had been this way so many times; he did not need a guide. He also did not need Haldir seeing his tears. It would only give him another reason to tease. "Rima Ithil-duath!" He cried, letting his tears fall from his face. He knew that his horse could feel his tears, as they fell from his face, and ran down her coat, but she seemed to move faster for it. He sped as fast as he could until he reached the outskirts of Caras Galadhon. There he tied up his horse, whispering to her words of comfort, though his tears still welled in his eyes. He crept through the gates, unnoticed by the guards. He had been this way so many times, he knew it as though it were the back of his hand, and he had no need to even open his eyes. He knew the way without sight, or touch, or smell; his feet knew where to go. He moved silently, unseen by any, to the halls of the Lord and Lady of the wood. He hoped to catch his love alone, though he knew it would be a rare occasion for him to be without servants surrounding him. He stopped dead suddenly in the hall… he felt the presence of the Lady approaching. He climbed quickly out of the closest window, moving himself up a tree outside, slowly, and carefully, so as not to be seen or heard. The Lord’s quarters were twenty feet above… and the Lady was prowling the halls. Elrohir would have to climb. He pulled himself stealthily up the branches, toward the balcony above him. He could see Celeborn’s curtains splayed wide, writhing in the wind. He smiled, knowing what sweet honey awaited him in the room above. It had been months since Elrohir had come to see the Lord, but Celeborn had visited him many times in Imladris, and Elrohir was longing for his touch once more. He climbed onto the balcony, his tight stomach grazing the railings, and crept around behind the curtains, peering inside. There were three young elflings sitting on the bed with Celeborn. He was reading to them. Elrohir watched a little, hidden by the curtains, then drew back to the side of the balcony, waiting for the children to leave. He listened to what Celeborn was saying… it seemed he was teaching them the history of the first age, but turning it into a children’s tale. He was talking about the Finarfin, and the fall of Gondolin. Elrohir smiled to himself, and closed his eyes, remembering the way Celeborn would read to him as a child. He had a crush on Celeborn way back then, and would make any excuse to climb into his bed at night. If Celeborn asked why, Elrohir would say he was protecting Celeborn from the wicked witch Galadriel. It always brought a smile to his elder’s face. He shifted uncomfortably, realising he had stopped listening, and tried to train his ears to Celeborn’s voice again, but it had seemed to stop. He suddenly felt arms around his waist, and opened his eyes, to see his love smiling at him. "How long have you been hiding there, Meleth-nin? You always one to listen to children’s tales, weren’t you?" Celeborn smiled at his young lover, lifting his chin to taste the sweet liquid awaiting him between those perfect lips. Elrohir smiled as Celeborn pulled him inside by his waist. He shook his head and titted at him. "Now, Elrohir, I was told you would be arriving with Haldir. Please do not tell me you ran away again." He whispered looking deeply into Elrohir’s eyes, so as to prevent him lying. Elrohir never could lie to Celeborn’s face. He felt ashamed looking at his beautiful golden haired lover. He knew he should not have run again. He pouted, as though he had been ganged up on, and tried to woo Celeborn away from the thought. "It was not my fault, he treated me like a child! He is so very cruel." He tried to make his eyes look wider, in an effort to be cute, but he knew it would probably not work. Celeborn laughed, and drew Elrohir closer, kissing him gently on the forehead, and then moving to trace Elrohir’s delicate lips with his tongue. "Ah, I see, so that is why you look as though you have been crying. I know he can be cruel, Elrohir, but he is my best guardian, I can not punish him, you know this." Celeborn looked at Elrohir hopelessly, knowing what the young elf was trying to push for, though it would not work. "And sticking your bottom lip out will get you nowhere, Mell Penn." He let go of Elrohir’s waist and moved to his desk, drawing a glass of draught from the vial on top of his paper work, and drinking it in one swig. He stood a moment, with his head down, leaning on the desk with his hands, letting the fluid run through his body, and shook his head. Elrohir could take it no longer, and moved behind the Lord, running his hands from Celeborn’s waist, along his chest, and down to gently grasp his lovers hidden manhood. Celeborn moaned, leaning into Elrohir’s touch a moment, feeling those fingers softly grinding along his shaft, and turned to face his lover. He wrapped an arm around Elrohir’s back, firmly clenching his buttocks, and reached to clasp his face with the other. He kissed him hard, tracing his tongue along Elrohir’s mouth, sucking his tongue slowly. He pulled himself from the kiss, running his tongue along Elrohir’s jaw, and slowly kissing his neck. Elrohir moaned, and lifted his hands under his lover’s shirt, teasing a hard nipple, and pushing him back against the desk, pressing the bulges in their tights together. Celeborn cried in pleasure and let his head fall back. He breathed heavily, staring into his dark-haired love’s eyes. "So, you can not wait," he panted softly, "at least let me lock the door Elrohir." Elrohir tightened the pressure between them, pressing his body completely to Celeborn’s, nearly bending him onto the desk. "No, we will not be interrupted. Galadriel is not so blind as to not realise I am here… she will not return, and will keep others away." Elrohir lifted Celeborn on top of the desk, and laid him on top of his papers. He removed his lover’s shirt, placing soft kisses on his nipples, moving to his tight stomach, and slowly trickling them down the Lord’s waist. Celeborn moaned as Elrohir removed his tights slowly, letting his hands graze every bit of skin he could find. Elrohir extended his hands to Celeborn’s nipples, rubbing and squeezing them softly as he licked the soft tip of the Lord’s quickly engorging member hungrily. He brought his hands down to meet his mouth, drawing them to the base of Celeborn’s appendage, skimming his thumbs up and down the sides. He licked and sucked along the sweet shaft, hungrily sucking any fluid that escaped away. He drew him fully into his mouth as the Lord moaned, succumbing to the sweet sensations of his throbbing member. He ran his lips to the soft head, stroking it with his tongue as he drew his into his throat, and back down to his head once again. Celeborn clawed at the desk, trying to find a grip. He cried loudly as he came, his warm fluid pouring into Elrohir’s mouth. He lay still for a moment, as Elrohir wound him down slowly, then pulled himself from the desk, taking Elrohir’s lips to his, not wanting to breathe, too caught up in his own heartbeat to stop. Celeborn tore himself from his young lover, grabbing his hands, and leading him to the bed. He laughed playfully, rubbing his hands on Elrohir’s cumbersome erection. His young lover touched his face; placing butterfly kisses on any skin he could find. Celeborn slowly removed Elrohir’s shirt, dropping it to the floor, and moving to undo the laces of Elrohir’s tights. He sat on the bed, removing Elrohir’s tights completely, and pushing himself back onto the bed, facing Elrohir with a wanting smirk on his face. Elrohir knelt on the bed, and crawled on top of his lover, wrapping his arms around him, and kissing him sweetly, their tongues dancing softly in the light morning. He pressed his hard erection against Celeborn’s slowly consolidating member, helping it reach its full potential quicker. He ground his hips down toward the bed, making Celeborn moan in ecstasy. The older elf ran his hands through Elrohir’s dark hair, kissing his neck softly, then beginning to suck until he brought out small love bites on his skin. Elrohir moaned softly, leaning into Celeborn’s kisses, grinding toward his hard appendage, feeling his soft head leaking sweet fluids onto his own member, driving him wild with pleasure. Celeborn pushed himself up so that he sat. He kissed Elrohir softly, and then moved, so that he was kneeling behind his lover, holding him gently by the waist. He entered Elrohir carefully, making sure he did not hurt him. A whimper escaped Elrohir, as Celeborn gently penetrated him. He knelt on the bed, letting his chin fall to lean on his chest. He pushed himself back against Celeborn, rising and falling in time with his elder’s strokes. Celeborn kissed Elrohir’s back gently, running one hand over the dark beauty’s nipples, using the other to support him. Elrohir began to thrust against Celeborn harder, as he reached the perfect spot, making Elrohir cry in pure bliss. Celeborn held himself, not allowing his release yet, wanting to make the younger elf scream. He leaned over his back, pulling his hair back and kissing the soft skin of his neck as drove harder and faster inside of him. Elrohir could hold himself no longer, as felt Celeborn’s hand close around his throbbing member, and the flow of his hot juices spilled into Celeborn’s hand, as Elrohir cried out, grabbing the bed post to hold himself. Celeborn felt his own body react to his young lovers, his own member releasing his warm fluid into Elrohir. Celeborn moaned, as Elrohir collapsed beneath him, exhausted. He rolled onto the bed beside Elrohir, trying to catch his breath, and lifted his head to admire those beautiful dark eyes. He rolled onto his back, and gently lifted Elrohir onto his chest, running his hands through the silky black hair under his chin. It had been so long since he had seen his young lover, but the wait was worth it. "Will you stay a few days, Meleth-nin? Nae saian luume, n'oio naa elealla alasse." He whispered… but in vain, Elrohir had already fallen asleep. He sighed and kissed the beautiful creature’s forehead, gazing silently at the ceiling. The door opened a crack, and Galadriel peered in at her husband, smiling at him and his lover. "Will he stay a while? Should I have lunch prepared for the two of you?" She whispered, trying not to wake Elrohir. Celeborn smiled and nodded at his wife, stroking Elrohir’s face. Galadriel was ever accepting of Elrohir, she had her lovers, why shouldn’t he? He blew a kiss to her, as she gathered their clothes to be cleaned. She smiled at Celeborn, and reached out to touch Elrohir’s face. Then she gave a knowing look to Celeborn and disappeared. Mayhap it would be an eventful week for the three of them. ------------------------------ Meleth-nin: Love of mine Nae saian luume, n'oio naa elealla alasse: It has been too long, ever is thy sight a joy.