Title: Coming Of Age, Coming Of Love Author: Piper Email: imladris_orphan@hotmail.com Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel, Elrond/Celeborn, Elrond/OC implied, Glorfindel/OCimplied Genre: slight AU, First Time, Romance Summary: Young Elrond is taught the pleasures of the body. More than six millennia later, he is shown the pleasures of love. Characters: High King Gil-Galad, Lord Celeborn, Lord Elrond, Lord Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir Other Characters: Marien, Rashan Warnings: SLASH, graphic sex, youth/adult relations Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em…dammit! Author’s Note: I have no illusions to actually believing such a tradition existed. No flames about it please. Also assuming since Elrond became Elven and Elros mortal, that they begin aging differently from each other. So Elrond is young to elves, but Elros is older to humans…therefore old enough to be their king. Get it, got it, good. Chapter 1 Elrond Peredhel moved soundlessly through the trees outside the castle walls. Half blood he may have been, but gifted he was in the stealth and grace of one half of his kin, the Eldar. Quickly and quietly he scurried down the large willow that partially shadowed a balcony that was quite familiar to the young half elf. It was that of his mentor and dear friend, Lord Glorfindel. The resurrected warrior and protector of the fallen city of Gondolin, now sworn by the Valar to serve the High King and his kin, Elrond himself, being the last living heir. There was of course Elrond’s twin brother, Elros, but the other Peredhil had chosen a mortal life, and was many leagues off, now the young king of the mighty Numenor. Elrond missed his twin sorely, but was indeed content with the companionship of the Vanyar elf he was currently dropping in on…literally. “Glory?” he whispered, as he approached the large, four poster bed that held his much older friend. Soft, but intense blue eyes refocused immediately. The tall, strong body stiffened fractionally, before recognizing the half illuminated figure, perched at the foot of his bed. Glorfindel blinked, then running a hand through thick golden locks, sat up straighter. “El? What is it? Is something wrong?” Immediately, the younger elf looked bashful, as he ducked his head, stormy grey eyes dropping to the edge of the quilt he played with in his slender young hands. “No. Not really, I just…” Glorfindel paused, studying the attractive young half elf. He smiled. Elrond was so beautiful…so innocent and beautiful, and yet wise, having seen and been through more than most elves his age would dare imagine. Glorfindel had not planned on gaining any close acquaintances upon his return to Middle Earth. He preferred to have many more meaningless interactions, to save heartache in the end, and any bothersome ‘deep’ ‘emotional’ attachments. He hadn’t counted on truly befriending the High King Gil-Galad, and he certainly hadn’t planned on become impossibly attached to the king’s young heirs, Elrond specifically. More so since Elros’ decision and imminent departure, he and the young half elf were often found together. Sometimes Elrond would come quietly into his chambers, book in hand and settle with not a word beside his older friend, (who was oft cleaning weapons or writing reports), and just read silently, apparently content with the warrior’s presence alone. Other times, the two, both avid horse lovers, would go for long rides, sometimes for up to a week, scouting borders and just generally keeping an eye on their king’s land. Glorfindel would even take his young charge to the taverns down by the shores, where sailors of men and elves were lasting entertainment to the young half elf, who took in the songs and tales with enthusiasm the locals had not seen in a long time. Elrond was well liked by his king’s people. Some were bitter, a ‘half breed’ being the king’s heir, but most appreciated his gentle nature, his insatiable curiosity and his exotic beauty. Glorfindel was among them. Never would he lay a hand on the youth, but oft at nights he would off to the shores to find a temporary bed mate as his body ached for release after torrid, almost savage thoughts of his exquisite young friend. Elrond had no idea. Glorfindel intended to keep it that way. Though not much longer would Elrond be so innocent. His coming of age (elven coming of age that was) was tomorrow and tradition called for the young elf to be taught the ways of ‘love’, twice. Once by a female, then by a male, for gender was a petty thing when it came to love amongst elves. The females were always first to ‘ease’ the young (whether male or female) into things. The temporary mates were chosen by the child’s parents. Elrond’s parents were gone. The decision would be his next of kin, the King’s. Glorfindel could tell how very stressed out the king was over such a decision, as he had told him he would prefer “…the whole bloody tradition be forgotten.” Children could figure these things out for themselves when they were ready, and not have their loved ones force a possibly frightening experience on them. Gil-Galad was a mighty warrior and a great king; gruff, but fair. He loved Elrond as he would a son. Gil-Galad knew in his heart he would never have children, as it wasn’t in him to settle. He was eternally thankful for the Valar’s gift of raising Elrond and Elros. He’d had children in his own way because of them. Unfortunately, Erenion had quite forgotten, or had chosen to ignore, the more unfavorable part of child rearing…This. Which Glorfindel, now gazing at his young friend’s nervous features that were partially curtained by twilight hued hair, could tell was what had his young friend here at such an hour. “Nervous about tomorrow, mellon nin?” Elrond looked up, ebony hair swinging from the quick motion. The youth sighed. “I guess… I mean…I suppose… Do I really have to do this, Glory?” Glorfindel smiled, and against his better judgment, folded back the blankets, beckoning the young elf in. It was a cool night, and Elrond could actually become chilled due to the man blood in him. The half elf quickly complied, trusting his older friend completely. Glorfindel leaned back against the headboard, stroking long silky strands of hair as Elrond rested his head on his friend’s strong, broad chest. “Unfortunately pen-neth, tis a tradition that our people would be hard pressed to break. Your foster father isn’t particularly fond of it… Come to think of it, Lord Cirdan informed me your birth father never thought much of it either.” “Hmmm… sense a pattern? Two highly intelligent, noble beings, both thinking this is a *bad* idea.” Glorfindel laughed, the arm draped over the youth’s shoulders tightening briefly in a show of affection. “Perhaps, but they both went through with it none the less, as will you.” “Who were their chosen mates?” Glorfindel, nestling closer to his young friend, leaned his head back thinking. “If I remember correctly, from what the king told me…your father was blessed with the Lady of the Light…” “LADY GALADRIEL!” Elrond shot up, eyes wide, disbelieving and even more frightened. Glorfindel crossed his arms, looking amused. ”The one and only…worried, pen-neth? You aren’t frightened by her, are you?” Elrond narrowed his eyes. “If *you’re* not, then you are even more arrogant than I thought.” Glorfindel laughed again, pulling his friend back down against the pillows. “Indeed, she is not one to be trifled with. Do not worry, I don’t think your foster father would do that to you.” “What about his other mate?” “Oh…that would be Lord Cirdan.” “WHAT?!” Again the youth went to bolt upright, but Glorfindel was expecting as much and caught the young elf, immediately pulling him back against him. “Calm yourself, El. Yes, Lord Cirdan, the sailor who helped Erenion raise you. He was also your birth father’s first.” “Does that mean-?” “That he’ll be yours? No, El. I don’t think so. I don’t think the king would be comfortable with it, let alone you or Cirdan being so. He’s mayhap a little too much like a father, as is Erenion. The only reason Cirdan was Erenion’s was that long ago, Erenion’s father had asked it of Cirdan, trusting him completely, as was obvious when he sent his only son to live with him.” “Well, I suppose if it won’t be Galardiel or Cirdan, it couldn’t get much worse. I guess I’m alright then.” Glorfindel chuckled. “I’m sure the king will choose only the best for his only heir. He loves you, El. He would do no wrong by you.” “Intentionally…” “Intentionally…but he is no fool.” “I know.” Glorfindel smiled, kissing the forehead of the young face burrowed into his shoulder. “Get some sleep, El.” “Do you want me to leave?” /He should,/ were Glorfindel’s thoughts. /You should not set yourself up so, you old fool./ “Nay. You’re fine here. Get a good rest, mellon nin.” /Idiot./ “Sweet dreams, Glory.” The youth mumbled, already half asleep, feeling at peace in his friend’s arms. “Sweet dreams, my beautiful star.” He whispered, as the boy’s breath evened out into a deep sleep. Chapter 2 Glorfindel shared a tense look with his friend and king. The elf maid had accepted…not that anyone would not. Not only would it be an insult to the king, as it was his heir, but one would be mad to pass up a chance to bed the exquisite young Peredhel. No, she’d accepted, but that didn’t make this any easier. “Marien, I trust you to my so- my heir’s well being. He is a bit…timid, but friendly and intelligent. I’m sure he’ll, uh, figure things out for himself for the most part. Just…” Gil-Galad sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Just go on.” “Sire,” she curtsied, then followed a guard out of the main audience chamber. “Oh Glorfindel…I’m too old for this,” he said, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. “What does that make me?” Glorfindel asked, with a weak smile. Not only was he uneasy with this, feeling the boy might be unready, but also, deep down, well hidden, he was jealous. What elf didn’t desire to be the first to take their love? Love? Is that what he felt? Well of course, he had unending affection for the youth…he was his…his best friend. And he only wanted what was best for him. /And him. You want him./ Of course he did, what fool wouldn’t? Elrond was gorgeous. He snapped out of it when he realized his friend was speaking to him. “...older than the earth…” There was a pause. “I’ve made a decision, about who should be Elrond’s male partner.” Glorfindel tensed. “Somewhat…” the King continued wearily. “Somewhat?” “There are two people. I trust them both completely, I know Elrond trusts one of them unconditionally, but I know not how Elrond or his friend would feel about such a thing between them. They have a precious friendship, despite their age gap, that I would be hard pressed to see destroyed.” Glorfindel flinched. He knew what the king was saying. “Elrond is a beauty all his own, Erenion. And as pleasing as it would be, and an honor…I love him too much. He’s frightened enough, your highness, he-“ “He trusts you. You could make it easier for him.” “Or I could scar him for life, or give him false hopes. He does love me, as I love him. A mutual affection borne of much time, good and bad, together. He is….he *is* my best friend, Erenion. He means too much to me. You know I could not settle, and if…if perchance such an act between us would trigger something like puppy love from Elrond…I just couldn’t, Erenion. I could not bear to break his heart. He’s had too many heart breaks in his short life. He needs someone…besides his king…that will always be there, that he can always count on. I plan to be as such. If the encounters do disturb him, he knows he can come to me. I’d prefer to be there to mend his spirit than break it.” Gil-Galad gazed at his friend, deep inside, knowing how hard it was for the older elf. He had known for awhile of his friend’s attraction to his foster son, but he never forbade their time together. He trusted Glorfindel. Completely. And this moment had proven his good judgment. Glorfindel would never hurt his heir, for all the pleasure and beauty in the world. “Thank you, Glorfindel. Though I would trust you with him, if you feel it best, I will choose the other.” Glorfindel nodded, then asked quietly. “Who?” Gil-Galad eyed his friend, knowing of the discord between the kin of the one he’d chosen and his friend standing before him. “Celeborn.” Glorfindel barely showed reaction, a mere stiffening of the shoulders. “Glory, I know you do not think highly of Lord Celeborn’s people…” “Particularly his guards…” “Indeed…I would not either if they had deceived me so,” he continued quietly. “But Celeborn had nothing to do with that. He’s a good person, kind and gentle, as old and experienced as you. I trust him, Glorfindel. He will take good care of Elrond.” Glorfindel nodded, then smirked. “What says his dear wife, to this?” “She had her turn.” Glorfindel laughed with his friend, and the two made their way to the library for some wine and talk before bed. Both elves thoughts lingered on their young friend, most likely in nervous arousal at that very moment. ~ ~ ~ ~ Marien smiled sweetly at the young elf before her. They wore nothing, as she had quickly divested them both of clothing. She’d been only too eager when the king had offered her a night with his young heir. Marien had seen Elrond on many occasion, and like most of the king’s people, found him exotic in beauty…mysteriously alluring. She wanted him. Hours later, exhausted, Marien stretched languidly. Innocent and timid, he was, but his intoxicating beauty, the ebony hair, the dark, smooth, muscled body, the large impossibly bright silver eyes, glazed with arousal, were enough to drive her wild. She didn’t forget herself completely, muttering ‘helpful’ tips to him here and there, but for the most part took what she wanted of him. Release, times ten. She could just imagine the kind of lover he would make with years of experience. Gently, she kissed his soft lips. “Well done, Peredhel. You’ll make some elf a very happy being indeed.” With that, she stood, threw her dress back over herself, and was gone. Elrond lay, curled up on his side for another hour. His sweat had dried, his body chilled. He didn’t want to be alone, and at that moment he’d never felt more alone. Yes, it had felt wonderful, as Glorfindel had assured him it would, but he had still felt awkward with her. He liked to talk to people, to know more than just their name. He certainly wasn’t delusional to think there’d be anything between them. He knew her role as she did, but he didn’t like it being quite so impersonal, so uncaring. He also didn’t like this sudden feeling of abandonment. He’d felt that once too often. Quietly, he stood, donning his sleeping pants and a light tunic. He slipped outside onto his balcony and began the familiar journey to his safe haven. Chapter 3 Glorfindel hadn’t truly expected his young friend to come that night. He did not show up there often in fact, only if he was feeling lonely (missing his brother) or was bothered by something. Glorfindel figured he’d fall asleep once his “lessons” were over. However, he still had half hoped the youth would show up. He wanted to know he was okay, and he just wanted to see him. He wasn’t disappointed. Not long after midnight, he woke from his light sleep at a slight rustle of leaves. Next moment, he turned to find a shivering half elf on his balcony. He sat up, locking eyes with his young friend who stood frozen under the outer archway. The beautiful eyes were troubled, but not terribly so. /The uncertainty of youth./ Wordlessly, Glorfindel held out a hand to the half elf who sighed in relief at not being questioned this time. Elrond walked placidly over to his friend, who moved over in his bed, allowing the youth to lie where his body heat had warmed the mattress. Elrond sighed as he nestled down, not hesitating as he rested his head on a hard, satin covered thigh. Glorfindel forced himself not to stiffen, to ignore the rush of fire through his body. Instead he leaned back against the headboard as he had the previous night, and rested his hand atop the dark, silky head of his young friend. Talking could wait until morning. The youngster was obviously cold and exhausted. With one last look at the now sleeping youth, whose eyes were closed as his human half was wont to do, the Vanyar elf relaxed and drifted into elven sleep. ~ ~ ~ ~ Glorfindel woke early the next morning to find himself no longer propped up, but curled amongst the fluffy down comforters and silk sheets. An added warmth was curled against him and he looked down to find Elrond curled into a fetal position, facing him, Glorfindel’s arms around him, their legs intertwined. Glorfindel’s breath caught at their closeness, at the feel of the young body tangled with his own. Oh, how he wished he was waking after a passion filled night, taking the young elf in his arms til they both collapsed with exhaustion. He sighed. No, Celeborn would have the honor, the *pleasure*, of taking his friend tonight. /And I will have the ‘pleasure’ of hearing about it,/ he thought, almost bitterly. /But first, last night.../ As if hearing his thoughts, Elrond woke, startled at first, then seeing the familiar eyes looking down on him, he relaxed, casually pulling away and stretching, graceful as a feline. Obviously, waking in his friends arms did not bother him. /Of course not, fool. He trusts you. He has no idea the sadistic thoughts coursing through you right now./ He fought the urge to roll his eyes at himself, and focused back on his young friend. “You made it, did you?” He asked, voice teasing but gently so. Elrond gave him a dirty look, but then sighed, nodding. “Are you okay?” Another nod. “What you don’t kiss and tell?” Another dirty look, but a small smile. Another thing Glorfindel loved about his friend. They shared the same twisted sense of humor. Elrond shrugged. “It was fine, Glory. Just…” He looked away. Glorfindel waited patiently, knowing his friend liked to word things just right, so as not to insult or give the wrong impression to anyone. “…I know she was doing what was asked of her. It’s just…I don’t know, I don’t like things being so-“ “-impersonal?” Elrond blinked, then smiled. He knew his friend would understand. Not in the way that Glorfindel liked things personal, for he was the exact opposite, but he knew that. He knew Elrond, and that Elrond liked things more personal, deeper. “Yeah…” Elrond replied softly. Glorfindel smiled, rubbing his friend’s exposed arm. “I’m afraid it rarely is. Impersonal is the way most keep it.” “She didn’t even…*care*, though.” Glorfindel frowned. He didn’t doubt this maid had accepted the king’s offer for the pure thrill of bedding the glorious half elf. “That’s unfortunate. Mayhap tonight’s partner will be more…caring.” A sigh. “I wish it was you.” Glorfindel startled. “W-what?” Elrond sighed, snuggling in close to his friend, who remained stiff, shocked. “At least you’d care,” he muttered unhappily. Glorfindel relaxed. “Yes, of course I would.” “Why can’t it be you, Glory?” Glorfindel swallowed, resting his cheek against the soft, silky head. “Because El, I…it just…I couldn’t.” “Oh…you mean because you’re not attracted to me it just wouldn’t…work?” /Not attracted? Like Mordor. Elbereth this was torture./ “Well, I do think you’re attractive El, but you’re just…you’re my… You’re family. It would be like Cirdan, or the King…it just wouldn’t be right.” /But god, it would feel so good./ “I understand… Glory, do you know who it is that the King has decided on?” “…yes…yes, he has chosen Lord Celeborn.” “Lord? He chose a LORD?” Glorfindel chuckled. “I’m a Lord.” “Yes, but that’s different, you’re you, and…wait a minute. Celeborn? That’s…bloody Mandos, that’s Galadriel’s husband. Is he mad? She’ll kill me!” Glorfindel laughed, tugging his friend back down so he once again rested his chin on the dark head. “Nay, little one. She will not kill you, recall she has done this herself. They both agreed it was well. He is of gentle nature. Your foster father thought it best. Other males may not be so with you. You’ve been the talk of many locals lately, male and female wishing to bed you, the males being quite, uh, explicit about it.” Elrond felt his face flush. “Oh,” he said quietly, hiding his burning face in his friend’s soft night tunic. “You’ll be fine El. Really.” “I know…why?” “What?” “Why do they talk so much of me? Is it because I’m a half breed?” Glorfindel bristled. “Don’t you ever use that term about yourself again, Elrond Peredhil.” ”But-“ “Some fools may label you as such, but they are just that. Fools.” “But Glory, I am.” “You are Half Eleven, yes. There is no call for such a callous label.” “Alright, alright. I suppose we should get up, huh?” Glorfindel peeked his head over his shoulder to gaze out the balcony archway. “Yes, the sun has already risen.” They both untangled and clambered from the large, comfortable bed. As they stood, Elrond brushing hair back from his face, he recalled something. “You never answered my question.” “About?” “Why they were all…you know…” Glorfindel stared at him for a moment, then shook his head with an amused smile, ushering him out the door. “Oh El, go look in the mirror would you. See you at breakfast.” And the door was closed. Elrond stood confused, but then, used to Glorfindel’s oddness, he shook his head and made his way back to his chambers to freshen up and dress properly. As Glorfindel closed the door, he leaned back against it. “Elbereth, he’s smart as a whip but…” he sighed. “I suppose it’s better this way. The less lovers he has, the better mood I’ll be in for the rest of our bloody lives.” He paused, then recalled. “Oh bother, we’re immortal, we’re never going to die. Misery here I come….either that or a really tall cliff…” With a groan, he went about getting ready for the day. Chapter 4 Elrond stood nervously before the ancient elf lord. Lord Celeborn was certainly among the most attractive elves on Arda. With alabaster skin, silver locks and blue grey eyes that looked into your very soul, he was a prize mate. His handsome face now regarded Elrond warmly. “I understand you’re frightened, pen-neth. I believe I would be too.” Elrond cocked his head to the side, a gesture the elder elf found endearing. “Weren’t you-“ A soft, rumbling laugh. “No child. I was among the first to awaken on Arda. We just… picked up on it.” Elrond scowled. “I could.” Another chuckle and a non threatening smile. “I’ve no doubt you could, pen-neth, but tradition is tradition. I promise it will be relatively painless if you allow yourself to relax…” Elrond’s eyes widened then narrowed. “Relatively?” Celeborn felt his lips twitch in another small smile. The boy didn’t miss a thing. The High King was correct. This young half elf was something else…quite clever….and quite beautiful. Extremely beautiful, actually. Elves became more beautiful with age….this youth would be a…heartbreaker…so to speak. His man blood, while many who had never laid eyes upon the Peredhel believed it would detract from fair elven looks, actually enhanced and added to them. The youth was slim, as elves were, but broader in chest and shoulder than most. He was still filling out, as was expected, so he was not quite as broad as Celeborn, but the Lord could tell when he finished growing he’d probably be at least nearly as broad as Gil-Galad and Lord Glorfindel. Though he had yet to touch the youth, his skin looked to be the satiny texture of the elves, yet darker than elves, his man blood giving it an olive tone, which in turn gave the ebony haired youth an exotic look. The hair, also not touched, looked to be as silky as the elves, and it shone so black that it rivaled that of the ravens. His face was of stronger structure than full blooded elves and it suited him. He was undeniably handsome. And those eyes added to the exotic flare about him, a silver so bright, it was like he was staring into the silmarils themselves. Those same eyes shone with feeling and expression, and right now they were innocently frightened. His work was cut out for him. Celeborn was not a lustful elf, he did indeed plan to show the young elf, to teach, but also for the youth to enjoy, to feel the passion, to understand this was not something to be frightened about. He met the nervous, weary gaze of the lovely Peredhel. No, this certainly would not be easy. ‘Talk to him, milord.’ Celeborn’s brief conversation with a fellow first born and lord, Glorfindel, who apparently was quite close to the child, came back to him. ‘Talk to him. Don’t make it too impersonal. Things like that bother him. And don’t worry, he’s a smart lad, he understands what role you play. You can be caring without worrying about him thinking it could be something more.’ Celeborn, knowing of the golden haired Lord’s dislike for his people, well his guards really, regarded him silently, before replying. ‘Why are you not doing this then?’ A dark look had flittered so quickly across the other lord’s handsome face that Celeborn did not catch its meaning. ‘Because I care too much,’ was the only answer he’d received, before the golden lord disappeared into the growing crowd at dinner. “Come here, child.” Elrond looked uneasy, like a deer ready to bolt at the slightest rustle in the grass. Celeborn smiled, offering his hand. “Just let it happen, pen-neth.” Elrond looked still weary, but nodded, stepping forward so Celeborn could lay his outstretched hand on his arm. “Good.” He rubbed the arm gently, before moving behind the youth, who immediately stiffened. “Relax,” he whispered, while unclasping the clip holding half the boy’s hair back. He then turned the youth to face him, so the boy’s back faced the bed. He then took to unlacing the youngster’s tunic. He himself was already down to just leggings and a night shirt. Elrond was tense, even under his gentle care. Celeborn stopped his work, frowning. He lifted the child’s chin up, bringing their eyes nearly level. The boy would no doubt be about his height or taller when he finished growing. “It’s alright, child. You need to relax. Here…” With one hand on the boy’s narrow waist, and the other buried in hair softer than the finest silk, he brought the youngster closer to him and placed his mouth over his, kissing him gently. Elrond stiffened more, heart beating rapidly. His eyes squeezed shut, but he didn’t pull away. Celeborn was patient, massaging his lips with his own, tenderly sucking at the pouty lower lip. His one hand cupped the child’s head gently, the other slid up over the boy’s back, pulling him a little closer every few moments so that the youth hardly noticed. Celeborn pulled away briefly, speaking softly, but in a way that wouldn’t be disobeyed. “Open your mouth, child.” Trembling slightly, Elrond did, breath quickening as a warm, slick tongue invaded him. He was trembling noticeably now. This was very different from the elf maid, for better or worse he wasn’t certain. He’d kissed maids before, never males. The maiden had worked to quickly for Elrond to waste time being so nervous…and she hadn’t been a mighty elf lord. And yet, why was he frightened? Celeborn was being so patient with him, and so kind… Celeborn knew he would have to work a little faster, but still gently. The boy’s nervousness was increasing. He needed to absorb this, but not have time to dwell. “Relax,” he whispered again as he pulled away. Gently he clasped the youth’s narrow hips and pushed him down onto the bed. Then he pushed the child down by his shoulders, maneuvering him so he was on his back in the center of the bed. He straddled the youth, smiling kindly at him, while he removed the boy’s tunic, and began to work on the leggings. Elrond was visibly tense, but allowed it to happen, not resisting as his shirt was peeled off, nor ignoring the silent urge to lift his hips as his leggings were removed. When he was naked and prone below the elf lord, the elder smiled gently at the flush on the youth’s handsome face. “You are beautiful, Elrond. Do not be embarrassed.” Elrond raised his eyes, tilting his head quizzically in that way Celeborn had grown instantly fond of. “Why are you still dressed?” Celeborn chuckled. “I’m getting old, I may need your help.” Elrond gave him a skeptical look. “Do I appear five years old to you? You can just tell me to undress you.” Celeborn laughed again. How on earth the locals could speak ill of this lad was beyond him. The Lord found him absolutely charming. His laughter eased Elrond’s tension somewhat, though he fumbled as he unclasped the buttons on the elf lord’s tunic, and unlaced the ties on his breeches. When Celeborn was naked, Elrond blushed again as his eyes wandered the creamy expanse of skin and hard muscle. The other elf was beautiful too, and he said as much. Celeborn smiled affectionately at the boy. Coming from such an honest young elf truly meant something to him. With an affectionate nudge of noses, Celeborn leaned down to capture the boy’s mouth once more. Less nervous than before, the response was more immediate, and soon, Celeborn was fighting a groan as his ‘student’ quickly caught on and their tongues caressed madly. Breathing heavily, Celeborn pulled away, and explained raggedly to the slightly confused young elf. “….body…is a temple…child…” With that he nipped lightly as the youth’s lips, then moved on to more delicate areas, licking at a sensitive ear, suckling on a smooth throat, biting gently at a collar bone. Licks and nips followed a path his hands blazed down the boy’s lean chest and torso, pausing to dip into a navel, causing a gasp and a squirm. Rubbing hands enticingly over narrow hips, Celeborn looked up briefly at the youth. “Relax child, you’ll enjoy this.” Elrond started in shock when a warm mouth descended on him, suckling at him, tongue running his length up and down, swirling at his tip. Instinctively he arched up, moaning. Celeborn took him in deeper, swallowing, causing the child to gasp and clutch at the linens around him as his body shook with the familiar sensation and he came, gasping as the elf lord continued to suckle him. When Celeborn pulled away, he allowed some of Elrond’s seed to run, and he cupped his hand catching it. Elrond, still slightly dazed, startled when Celeborn’s mouth met his, but he accepted the kiss, tasting himself on the others lips. When the silver haired lord pulled away, Elrond noticed he was stroking himself with the hand that had caught his seed. His nervousness came back as the elf lord moved his hand up toward his backside. “Relax, child. You must relax. I don’t want to cause you harm.” Elrond’s breath quickened and he closed his eyes, trying to force himself to relax. Celeborn looked worriedly at the youth, then moved to gently nibble at the boy’s throat, hoping to distract him some as he began working one finger inside the boy. Elrond tensed, shaking. “Shhh…it’s alright…” Celeborn inserted another finger, stretching gently, wincing when he felt the boy flinch. “Shhh…relax, this will feel good…” A third finger, and small whimper that nearly broke the elf lord’s heart. He’d only done this twice before, and both youths had been decidedly more willing and quite frankly eager. “Shhh….” He gently kissed the slightly sweaty forehead. “You’re fine, child…relax….” Celeborn nudged the boy’s face gently, licking at the youngster’s bottom lip, caught up in the boy’s teeth. The boy released it and allowed the older elf to kiss him, while his body adjusted to the foreign intruder. Pulling away from the sweet kiss, Celeborn spoke quietly as his one hand stroked the sweaty brow, and the other gently pulled away from the boy’s backside. “I’ll go slowly, I know this is a little frightening, but you’re going to have to trust me. Okay?” A nervous nod was his only reply. “Okay. Relax. Tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He spread the boy’s legs, bending them at the knee and settling firmly between them. He positioned himself at the boy’s opening and ever so slowly began pushing into him. Elrond fought down his panic at the painful intrusion. His breath came in gasps and he winced, but did not beg the elder elf to stop. He merely whimpered again as Celeborn finally pushed in completely, filling the youth. “Good…” Celeborn muttered out, voice distinctly lower, and Elrond opened his eyes to find them glazed with desire. He trembled slightly, but Celeborn smiled. “I won’t hurt you, Elrond. I’ll try not to frighten you more. Forgive an old elf for finding you unbelievably desirable.” Elrond just nodded and bit his lip as the elf lord began moving inside him. His breath hitched and his eyes widened when a sudden shift on Celeborn’s part caused sheer ecstasy to race through him. “Wh-?” “Mmmm, remember that spot, child. Tis heaven.” The lord continued to pull out and push back into the boy who became more relaxed at each brushing of said heaven, aroused even. He was sweating and gasping, writhing slightly in the elf lord’s gentle hold. Celeborn bit his lip, fighting back a groan, becoming more aroused by the youth’s squirming, and sped up his thrusts. Quickly they built a rhythm, the young half elf comfortable enough now to push against the other elf, as Celeborn gripped his slender hips, lifting them to meet each thrust of his own. It didn’t take long for both to find release as Celeborn now pounded hard into the boy, crying out as the dark haired elf came, constricting muscles causing the elder to spill his seed inside the youth’s tight heat. Celeborn remained atop the youth for a few moments, breathing hard. He stroked the boy’s sweaty hair from his face, gently kissing a slender shoulder. “Are you alright, pen-neth?” A nod. “There now.” Celeborn rolled onto his side, then leaned over the younger elf, brushing back damp hair, and smiling affectionately. “Was that so bad?” Elrond blushed slightly, but smiled, shaking his head. “No…thank you.” Celeborn smirked playfully, saying, “my pleasure.” Elrond smiled at the tease, eyes lightening as his heart was eased. Celeborn kissed the child’s brow affectionately and asked. “Do you wish for me to stay with you longer?” Touched at the concern and genuine care, Elrond none the less declined. It was enough to know he would have stayed. “It’s alright, milord. Return to your beloved. I’ll be fine.” Celeborn cocked his head, concerned. “Are you sure?” “Yes, sir.” Celeborn gazed at the boy some moments longer, realizing what his friend Cirdan had said was right. It was impossible not to love this boy. His nature brought about immediate affection. Celeborn knew if he ever had a son, he’d want him to be just like this lad. “Sleep well child.” A last brief kiss to a dark brow, Celeborn gathered his clothes, dressed and was gone. Elrond stared up at the ceiling for a time, recalling the events, and though he had been nervous, he had much more enjoyed his time. Still it was frightening. Celeborn was very gentle hearted, but he too was prone to primal urge. If Elrond was to find a love, would he be gentle too? Or would he be like the elves Glorfindel spoke of, who so crudely desired him? What would they do to him? /What am I worried about? I don’t have to take anyone, let alone a male if I don’t wish too….but I enjoyed Celeborn more….but was it because he’s male, or because he cared?/ Elrond was so confused. Glory. He needed Glory. Elrond got up and donned his sleep pants, throwing a shirt, unbuttoned over himself. The next moment he was amongst the trees, once again heading to his safe haven. Chapter 5 It didn’t take long for the youth to arrive outside Glorfindel’s room. He stopped when he realized that Glorfindel wasn’t alone. Another elf, male, was lying quite naked and dozing beside his friend, who’s back was to him, also apparently asleep. Elrond was startled by the instant surge of jealousy, but quickly tamped it down and wrote it off as protectiveness of his best friend, whom he wasn’t used to sharing with others. /But you know he has many lovers, fool. Why do you react so now? …Cause I’ve never seen him with one before, and- …Well, it doesn’t matter./ Quietly he began backing away. However, the strange elf awoke, and interested eyes took in the youth trying to escape. In an instant, making no sound, the elf was on his feet and in front of the young half elf. “Hmmm, I recognize you,” he whispered, gleefully. “You’re the king’s half breed. My, my, you are a treat for the eyes, aren’t you.” Elrond started at a hand grasping his slender hip. “Let me go,” he whispered back, pulling away, alarmed when his wrist was grasped instead, in an iron grip. “Come now. No doubt why you came to see the gorgeous Vanyar occupant of these chambers. I dare say he has said nothing, but why would he? He never was one for sharing. What say we convince him to play nice, hmmm? He and I could bring you more pleasure than you could fathom, and quite enjoy it ourselves, lirimaer.” “I don’t-“ “-think so, Rashan. Let him go.” Both turned, one in relief, one in annoyance, at Glorfindel’s gruff command. “Come now, Lord Glorfindel. Why should you have all the fun?” Glorfindel’s eyes narrowed. “Tis not the way between Elrond and I, nor will it be for you and he. He’s too good for you.” A rough bark of laughter. “I’ll admit he is a beauteous creature, but he is a half breed, what-“ “Enough! You will not speak of him as such. Elrond Peredhel is the son of a star. His parents, his father, is the reason we all can return to Valinor when we wish. Our people’s salvation. You would do well to remember that, and the fact that he *is* the high king’s heir. Show him some respect. Now, as I said, release him.” Pale grey eyes narrowed. “Interesting. I didn’t know you cared for anyone but yourself, Glorfindel of Gondolin.” “Interesting. I do, very much so. Now LET. HIM. GO.” Elrond felt the tight grip on his slender wrist loosen and fall away. The other elf looked at him with a mixture of lust and disdain. “Pity.” A moment later, the elf was dressed and gone. Elrond stood rubbing his wrist, eyes fixed on the cold stone floor beneath his bare feet. There was silence between them. Elrond’s was a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. He’d caused discord between his friend and his most recent lover. He’d also nearly dropped in on their tryst and been propositioned by said lover. He didn’t know how to deal with this. Glorfindel meanwhile was a little angry…with himself that was. He should have known that Elrond would drop in again tonight. Though not embarrassed, it disturbed him for Elrond to have found him like that. Not that it ever did with others, but with Elrond it was almost a … a guilty feeling. For some reason he felt like he’d cheated on a beloved mate, but they were nothing of the sort. He was also concerned about Elrond. The youth wouldn’t look at him. “El?” A slight head tilt to show he was listening. Glorfindel sighed, and lacing the pants he had pulled on when he had awoken to hear his latest partner’s offers to his young friend, he approached the quiet, dark haired elf. “El?” he tried again, reaching out to tilt up the tense chin. Elrond finally lifted his eyes to meet Glorfindel’s. Dark silver eyes looked at him, confused, slightly frightened and…guilty. “Hey…” Glorfindel tugged Elrond closer, so he could wrap both arms around the thin shoulders, still looking slightly down into the youth’s handsome face. “Are you okay? Rashan can be a little …okay, more than a little…overwhelming. I’m sorry if he frightened you. If he likes what he sees, he’ll go to any means to get it…but don’t worry,” Glorfindel quickly reassured. “He won’t touch you now that he knows you’re-“ he was about to say ‘mine’. “-you’re dear to me. He won’t cross me, El.” Elrond nodded, eyes locked with his best friend’s soft blue ones. He then sighed, dropping his head to rest against his friend’s sturdy chest. Glorfindel frowned, hugging his friend close. “Is there something else bothering you? I uh, I’m sorry you found us…I mean…I shouldn’t have been so careless. I should have known you’d want to see me tonight.” “It’s not your fault, Glory. You’re life shouldn’t revolve around me and my silly worries. You’re not my personal caretaker.” “Not specifically…I’m your best friend. Within that falls teacher, student, father, brother, companion, healer of hurts, shoulder to lean on…personal caretaker.” Elrond chuckled, voice muffled against warm, smooth skin. “That’s quite a job. Are you paid well?” Glorfindel laughed, then turned serious, saying, “Why would I need pay, when I have all that in return?” Elrond smiled, whispering. “I’m not your teacher. What could I possibly teach you?” Glorfindel blinked, eyes distant. “More than you know, my friend. Come on. In to bed. You can tell me about tonight’s events in the morning. You’re exhausted and shivering.” He got no argument. Within minutes the youth was fast asleep, curled up against his friend’s warm side. Fighting tears of something unexplainable, feelings of pride, love, and affection for his friend overwhelming him, Glorfindel whispered softly into a delicately pointed ear. “My life wouldn’t be complete with out you, my star.” He pressed a gentle kiss to a smooth forehead, before falling into a contented sleep, the warm body beside him comforting like none of his lovers ever could. Chapter 6 Six Millenia Later “Father, we don’t have to follow some crazy old tradition, do we?” Elrond glanced up at his twin sons, standing nervously in the doorway. He had no idea what they were talking about. He shared a look with his seneschal and best friend. The blonde elf shrugged, and they both turned back to look at the youth before them. “What are you talking about pen-neth?” “Ro and I were in the library reading…” “You were reading?” Glorfindel asked, a playful smirk on his handsome face. “I read!” Elladan protested, before pointedly ignoring his mentor and focusing back on his father. “We read about a tradition that young elves go through when they come of age.” “You’ve already come of age, quite a while ago, so either it’s already happened or you have nothing to worry about.” “It didn’t happen, *believe me*, but you didn’t forget did you? I mean, it’s too late anyway- Ow! Oh come off it Ro, Ada knows we’ve been with other elves.” “Yes, but please, spare me the details. However, what does this have to do with this little tradition you speak so fearfully of?” “Well, apparently elves used to be um, taught the uh, ways of love, by an elder, at their coming of age…is that true?” A far off look passed their father’s exotic features. “Yes, ion nin, tis true. But it is a tradition that no longer holds…in Imladris at least.” “Oh…um…did you? I mean, that is, um-“ “Yes, hen nin, I did.” “Oh…was it awful?” “Not awful per say, but there is a reason it is no longer practiced in Imladris. I don’t approve of it. And I’m not the only one. It was found unnecessary and oft disturbing for the elflings partaking.” “Were you uh, disturbed, Ada?” Glorfindel chuckled, patting his friend’s shoulder before turning to look out the window. “Yes, Dan.” “Who?” Elrond’s brow furrowed. “I beg your pardon?” “I mean, who was…the elder?” Elladan asked, swallowing nervously. His father regarded him carefully as he replied. “There were two.” “Two?!” “Yes, male and female.” “Oh yeah…so um, who were they?” “…an elf maiden, named Marien…” “…and…” the elder twin prompted. Elrond glanced at his twin sons before answering. “…and…your grandfather.” “Oh-whoa-WHAT?!” “Peace, Elladan, your little brother is having his noon day nap.” “Sorry, but-but ADA!” Elrond sighed. “We were not family then, my child.” “Well, I know but-but still… How are you comfortable around each other? …Oh no wonder you’re weary of grandmother!” Laughter floated over from the window, and Elrond rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Your grandmother has taken part in the tradition as well. As for your grandfather and I being comfortable…well it was a long time ago. I was quite young and, well, quite frankly I’ve just always been comfortable with your grandfather. He never avoided me after it happened. We became friends. I looked up to him, he looked out for me. We never mentioned it again, but not from embarrassment, we just accepted it as it was. A part of growing up, teaching and learning. I know not what else to tell you.” Both twins were quiet, shocked. “Oh.” Was Elladan’s only reply. Elrohir looked thoughtful. “Wasn’t Glorfindel your best friend, even then?” Three pairs of eyebrows went up as Elladan also stared at his brother. “What?” “Well, wasn’t he?” Elrond nodded slowly. “Yes, so?” “So, why didn’t you, well…you know.” Elrond fought down the flustered tension he felt building. He had mixed feelings about that subject. Elrohir continued, as the other three stared. “He *was* your best friend. You trusted him. I just think it would have made more sense.” Elrond blinked and then said simply, “We were already like family, Ro, that’s why. Now don’t you two have some mischief to be making? Go on, and don’t wake your little brother, he needs a good two hours of sleep. Out.” Sensing their father’s discomfort, the twins just nodded and left. Without a word, Elrond turned and left through another door that led to the hall that led to his chambers. Glorfindel blinked, wondering what had just happened as his beautiful, raven haired lord vanished behind the heavy oak door. ~ ~ ~ ~ Elrond stood on the balcony of his bedchambers, staring out at the paradise he had founded as his own, so many centuries ago, with the help of his dearest friend…and long hidden love. Not long after the incident of Elrond finding his friend with another elf in his bed, the half elf had finally realized the extent of his feelings for his best friend. But he had also recalled quite clearly that Glorfindel thought of him as the type of family you could not lie as such with. “Ai, Glorfindel. How I wish you didn’t feel as such…” “Such as what?” Elrond nearly cleared the railing of the balcony he was startled so. Only Glorfindel could have succeeded in sneaking up on him. “Elbereth, Glory, do not frighten me so.” Glorfindel grinned slyly. “But it’s a never ending source of amusement for me.” “Find another source, or you will not live long enough to enjoy it.” Glorfindel laughed, enjoying their banter. Quickly however, and much to Elrond’s dismay, he recalled what had started the wayward conversation. “What did you mean before? Such as what? How don’t you wish I felt?” “Nothing, Glory, just a tired old half elf rambling. Do not concern yourself. I-“ “You are a terrible liar. Always have been, mellon nin. Please tell me. I would change my feelings of whatever, all you need do is ask.” Elrond raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Glory, I could be asking you to change your loyalty to the Valar.” “Then I would. Is that what you wish?” “Are you insane?” Glorfindel smiled, enjoying seeing his exotic friend flustered…perhaps a little too much, as his groin tightened at the lovely sight. “Perhaps… Now tell me please.” Elrond gaped at his friend, then frowned, catching something suddenly amiss about the older elf. His eyes had become slightly dilated, his breathing just a touch more rapid. His eyes shone with something that Elrond hadn’t seen, or at least hadn’t taken the time to see, in years. Desire. Did his friend desire him? No, that wasn’t possible. He would have noticed before, wouldn’t he? Glorfindel was usual quite blatant in showing his desire. Besides, why would he want him? Well, he knew others were attracted to him for his…uniqueness, but Glorfindel had never…well he had said… “I thought you didn’t want me because I’m like family?!” Elrond nearly flinched. That probably wasn’t one of his more diplomatic moves. Glorfindel could not have been more…confused. “What? Where did that- I mean, we are family, but- By the Valar Elrond, what are you going on about?” Elrond blushed. Glorfindel hadn’t seen that in many, many centuries. He’d forgotten how much he missed that endearing part of his half elf friend. Wait a second… He backtracked to Elrond’s recent exclamation. “Wait a- How-how did you know I wanted you?” “So, you do?” “El…” “I just, I saw it in your eyes. I never…before…did you just suddenly decide-“ “You only saw it now? Elbereth mellon nin, I’ve wanted you since before your coming of age.” There was a long silence. “Why didn’t you take me then? I mean, when I…when I asked why it couldn’t have been you? You said-“ “I meant what I said.” “But-“ “Elrond I loved you too much, as family and more, and you were so young, with so much ahead of you. I was afraid you would mistake infatuation with your best friend….puppy love…for something more than it was. I couldn’t stand the heartbreak of you leaving me…and I didn’t want to cause you heartbreak, because still being friends afterward would have been too hard for me. I loved, nay, *love* you so.” Elrond looked awed, shocked and then angry. “You had so little faith in me? You thought me that shallow? Glory, how could you think-“ “Elrond, I didn’t- I don’t and never would think you shallow. I just thought that you were, and rightfully so…young. You are the most caring, compassionate person I know…and that was another reason. I was afraid you’d stay with me out of obligation. That too would break my heart, to hold you back, to hold you down. I wanted you to fly.” Elrond was quiet for awhile, watching his beautiful friend watch him, now freely seeing the love in his eyes. Indeed love he had always seen, but affection for a friend was what it had been perceived as. Finally he spoke, stepping closer and placing a hand on his friend’s chest, over his heart. “I have flown, mellon nin. And I could have flown still, with you by my side. I love you, Glorfindel of Gondolin.” Glorfindel’s soft blue eyes widened. He had to be dreaming. He placed his hand over the one covering his chest. Very warm, very real. “And I you…” he breathed. “I wish I told you then. I wish I truly had been your first. Now it’s-“ “You may not be the first to lay with me, but you’ll be the first to truly love me…” “Elrond, do not underestimate what you do to people. Everyone who meets you ends up falling in love with you. Celebrian *did* love you.” “Not enough…” Elrond said, eyes dropping in sorrow. Glorfindel’s heart clenched, angry at the former lady of the house for causing his love that pain, but yet he understood, and he gently offered Elrond that understanding. “It’s not that she didn’t love you enough, Elrond. It’s that you didn’t return it. And before you get angry, I know you loved her…but as a friend, a companion, as the mother of your children. However, you and I both know you were never in love with her, as she was with you.” Elrond’s eyes, which had briefly risen in anger, dropped again in shame. “Aye, she deserved better.” “El,” Glorfindel lifted his love’s chin with one finger, staring into those bright, jewel-like eyes. “There is no shame in accepting your heart. Long ago I had to accept that I was in love with a child…” Elrond smiled softly. “I am no child anymore…and does it console you that though you are not the first I have lain with, you’re the first I’ve been in love with, the first and only. And the first and only I will ever allow to make love to me.” Glorfindel looked momentarily confused. Elrond smiled at the adorable site. He kissed soft lips, then leaned forward whispering in a pointed ear. “Love, Glory, make *love* to me.” The invitation was clear. With a shudder of pleasure, Glorfindel nodded, silently taking his friend’s hand and leading him to the large canopy bed. Fighting the urge to rip the half elf’s clothes off, and love him as he had yearned to for nearly two ages of this world, Glorfindel carefully removed both his and Elrond’s clothes with practiced ease. However, it did not hide the nervousness in his eyes. He truly loved this one, he was so afraid this was all a dream, so afraid… With tenderness Elrond was not truly surprised by (for as fierce a warrior as the blonde was, those close to him knew of his soft heart and gentle hand), Glorfindel lowered him onto the mattress. The dark haired lord sighed in true bliss as his lover’s lips descended on his own, the lean, strong body melding on top of his, one arm holding up some of his weight so as not to smother the slightly leaner, slightly shorter half elf beneath him. “Ai, meleth nin. Long have I waited for this moment. I can wait no longer.” Elrond just looked up at his partner, smiling affectionately. They had eternity to explore ech other. The invitation was once again clear, this time in his bright silver eyes. /Love me./ Glorfindel bit his lip. “We have no-“ Elrond placed a light kiss on the lightly nawed flesh, then whispered, “Improvise…your creativity has never failed you before.” Blue eyes darkened to indigo at the lustful and mischievous look that filled his beloved’s beautiful face. “You trust me?” Elrond smiled lovingly. “Implicitly.” “Good.” Glorfindel nudged his nose against the half elf’s saying quietly but surely, “Roll over onto your stomach and spread your legs.” Confused, but truly trusting his best friend, Elrond did as he was bid, gasping as there was suddenly a warm moist tongue, swirling at his entrance. Glorfindel smiled mischievously at the reaction, though Elrond could not see it. “Relax, El, or you’ll make this very difficult.” “I- You…you don’t-“ “Trust me.” Elrond gulped, a little nervous. “I do, but I’m sure there’s ano- oh.” Glorfindel grinned, pulling his tongue out of the freshly plunged hole. “No doubt, but I want to do this. Much funner for both of us.” “It doesn’t bother- I mean you-“ “I don’t go around doing this to any elf, but I’m not in love with any other elf, and besides you’re quite clean and once you relax and I can get back to my task, I assure you, your cries will ready me for you quite quickly.” Elrond snapped his mouth shut, only to open again in a pleasure filled cry as Glorfindel’s tongue probed within him. The half elf couldn’t help but squirm, whimpering becomingly, forcing the blonde to still his backside as he plunged his tongue in as far as he could, allowing his saliva to coat his loves inner walls, being sure to brush a certain spot, causing his love to gasp, clutching the pillow his head rested on. “Glory…” Glorfindel pulled away, giving a final playful swipe at the outer ring, causing another moan. Gently he turned Elrond back over, his arousal jumping at the passion glazed eyes now staring up at him. “How-“ Elrond began, but again didn’t get to finish. “Like this. I want to see your face, but first…” Again he dipped down, this time his mouth engulfing his love’s straining sex. The half elf bit his lip, glad his blonde lover had the insight to hold his hips down again, lest he choke him as he tried to buck into the hot mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head, as Glorfindel licked, hummed and suckled around his member. He could not even form the words to warn his love that he was coming, as all his pleasure wracked mind could comprehend was the blinding ecstasy searing through his lean body. Glorfindel swallowed every last drop, before licking a path up his love’s sweaty, heaving chest. “You…I should-“ Glorfindel shook his head, bending down to offer his love a taste. When he came back up for air, he said. “You will do nothing. I’ve wanted almost nothing more than to pleasure you. The only thing more, the only thing I ask in return, is to claim you as my own, my love… Bind with me, El. Let me not just take you, but bond with you. “ Elrond’s eyes widened, then filled with tears. Glorfindel fought back tears of his own. So long had he dreamed of this moment, dared to dream Elrond would say yes, would share the most physically, emotionally and mentally intimate bond between two beings. Were those tears a good sign? Glorfindel had seen so few from the younger elf, it was hard to tell…until a bright smile lit the fair features, causing Glorfindel’s heart to skip a beat, and his breathing start again. “Yes.” As Glorfindel bestowed the most passionate kiss he’d ever given upon his love, he pushed himself inside the willing body, and two willing and loving minds opened to each other. Sights, sounds, smells, memories, thoughts and feelings swirled between them, love prevailing the others as the two ancient elves set a rhythm. Elrond wrapped his legs around a trim waist, meeting each thrust of the elder. Barely a sound was uttered, their mouths firmly meshed, their minds firmly melded, the most intense, physical and spiritual pleasure overtaking them, both mentally crying out in ecstasy as they came as one. ~ ~ ~ ~ They lay still for a time, reveling in the closeness of body and mind. Finally, Elrond spoke, voice quiet, sincere. “I’m sorry we-“ Again Glorfindel cut him off. “Worry not about the past, meleth nin. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.” Elrond lifted up onto an elbow, arching an eyebrow and started to speak again. “Must you-“ “Finish all your sentences?” Glorfindel turned his head to look up into his lover’s exotic features. He brushed a lock of obsidian silk behind a pointed ear. “Yes, I think I do. It’s rather fun, I see why the twins are so fond of it.” Elrond cocked a head, hair once again falling into his face. “How-“ “Can it be that we could do it, even before we were bonded?” The blonde shrugged, drawing his love down to him, pulling him close, to rest the dark haired head under his chin. He stroked the twilight hued hair as he spoke again. “I don’t know. Maybe our friendship has something to do with it. Over 6000 years, a bond of friendship such as ours, everything we’ve gone through together... Seems fitting. Does it-“ “Bother me?” Elrond grinned, placing a soft, tender kiss on the tip of the golden haired warrior’s nose. “Not at all.” They lay together quietly, content with each others presence and warmth, the afterglow of their physical and spiritual love. Their minds tentatively touched each others in a playful, slightly timid fashion. It would take some getting used to for two such powerful lords to concede to someone else constantly in their mind, to not being complete individuals. Yes, they were still individuals, but they would no longer be complete without the other. And that was something both frightening and wonderful. Chapter 7 The next morning Elrond woke to a tongue licking languidly just below his ear. Feeling the loving touch of Glorfindel’s mind to his, he smiled as a wave of desire followed. An instant later, Elrond was pinned down, and the blonde elf straddled lean hips. After thoroughly kissing his love to wakefulness, he whispered huskily. “Remain calm, Elrond…trust me…” He turned him over and pulled him onto his knees. The elf lord then placed several pillows under his lord’s stomach so that he was supported, should his arms give way. Remains of last night’s passion ran down Elrond’s smooth thighs, and Glorfindel efficiently made us of it, rubbing it back into his love, who mewled delightfully as his fingers struck the half elf’s prostate. Then he quickly coated his member with a mixture of Elrond’s seed and the leaking fluid from the tip of his own. Once finished he gently, smoothly, entered his love. Elrond felt himself filled and he shuddered. Elbereth, it was good. Glorfindel was inclined to agree as he clutched at the other’s slim hips, and began pumping into him. “By the Valar, El, you are sweet ecstasy,” he exclaimed as he draped his chest over the half elf’s back, intertwining their hands as he began pounding into the dark haired lord, their stance now quite primal. Elrond bit his lip to keep back a scream of bliss at the feelings coursing through him. Glorfindel grew frantic, briefly wondering if he was scaring his friend, but then realized the sheer ecstasy he was feeling was also Elrond’s through their bond, which was further confirmed when he felt the other push back against him, like a beast in heat. He forgot his concerns, biting down on a smooth shoulder, he drilled into his mate, causing the bed to shake violently. With a muffled cry he rammed into Elrond as the half elf came, internal muscles milking the golden haired warrior, who came with great release. Absently shoving the pillows holding them up away, allowing them to lie flat, he spooned himself against his beloved, kissing the bite he’d left on the soft, smooth shoulder. “Celeborn failed to show me that one,” Elrond commented dryly and somewhat breathlessly. Glorfindel smirked, tightening his hold on the other elf possessively. “Good.” Elrond smiled, accepting the other’s silent statement of ‘you’re mine, ’ and in fact being pleased by it. “And there’s plenty more I plan to teach you, meleth nin.” Elrond smirked, lifting a hand that was wrapped around his middle, clasping it palm to palm with one of his own and gently kissed his love’s knuckles. “I look forward to it.” Glorfindel nuzzled his face into dark, silky tresses. “No running off in the night to your best friend’s room for consoling?” He teased. “I wouldn’t have far to go, and your touch consoles me enough…” The younger elf tossed a saucy look over his shoulder. “Why, do you plan on ravaging me?” Glorfindel grinned lecherously. “Absolutely.” Elrond grinned back, eyes twinkling playfully at the golden haired warrior. “Good to know.” Glorfindel chuckled, kissing a smooth forehead, before snuggling closer, the rightness, the familiarity causing both elf lord’s to drift off again, content and at peace with their new formed bond. The End