Title: Child's Play
Authress: Ladya Maxine  
(ladyamaxine3000@hotmail.com )
Pairing: Elrond / Thranduil,  very slight Erestor / Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Elrond is writing some reports but Thranduil makes a very interesting 
writer's block.
Warnings: slight language (very little, barely even noticable...oh hell, only 
two cuss words.)
Disclaimer: All respective individuals and locations are properties of sir 
J.R.R. Tolkien. I do not claim anything to belong to me except the plot (however 
pointless as it may be). I write solely for pleasure and amusement and am receiving no 
money by doing so. Sueing will not be very succesfull. For those of you who still 
don't comprehend I'll put it simple: Nnnooottt Miiinnne!! Meee brrrookke!
A/N: Up untill now I've only completed two fanfics but I have come to a 
conclusion: I LOVE ELROND / THRANDUIL PAIRINGS!!!! Yupyupyup!!
This is the result of me having writing a chemistry report for the past five 
hours. You try explaining the Law of Avogadro while you keep on picturing 
these two H-O-T-T elves getting it on!! Anyway, this has NOTHING to do with the 
sequel I had promised. I'm still working on that one. This was just something 
that needed to be written. The sequel to 'Lust of the Ring' is called 
'Saving Innocense' and should be out soon. Once again this has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 
to do with my first fic. 

As always I'd love to hear your reviews. It's because of them I wrote this 
fic. Just to give you guys something to read untill 'Saving Innocence' 
comes out. ~_^



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Peace is defined as many things. 

One was "freedom from war", which was true. Mordor laid quiet and 
middle earth was free from its former terror. Sauron was dormant, or 
hopefully dead, and his minions kept their foul craft and businesses to 
themselves, not venturing out of their dark lairs in the realm in the east.

Another definition was "freedom from civil disorder". Also correct. The 
free people of middle earth had formed a truce and many trades between 
species were dealt, though Elves and Dwarves were still not on the other's 
good side but that was nothing drastic.

A third definition for peace is "quiet, tranquility".

"Master Elladan, put that down!!"

Elrond sighed. He'd just have to settle for two out of three. 

Pushing back his chair he walked onto the balcony outside his private 
study and looked down into the gardens. It may not have been 'quiet' or 
'tranquil' but it was a very amusing sight indeed.

The normally collective and somewhat aloof Erestor was backing away 
from the much smaller elf who caried a rather large bucket. The child was 
feigning innocense eventhough the bucket was filled with water that 
appeared to have come from one of the ponds. The brown, slimy water 
slushed over the sides as Elladan dragged it along as he cornered the Last 
Homely House's Chief-head of staff. 

Erestor was not amused to say the least. He stood his ground near one of 
the many trees and crossed his arms. He was always mindfull of his 
appearence and clothing and Elrond knew he cursed himself for wearing a 
light beige and blue robes on this particular day. Erestor glared down at his 
pint size lord.

"Master Elladan, I command you cease this childish play at once! Empty 
the bucket in the flower bed. Now!" He said firmly.

Elrond could see his eldest son's shoulders heave in a sigh as the child did 
what he was told. Once the bucket was empty he turned back to the dark 
haired advisor, awaiting further orders. Erestor looked pleased at his new 
found disciplinary skills but Elrond knew better. Ellada would not give up 
a chance like this unless he had a good reason and listening to an elf who 
he normally ignored was not a good enough reason. The child was up to 
something.

And Elladan was literally up to something. He looked up at something in 
the trees above Erestor and let out a shrill whistle. Before the advisor 
could react a torrent of muddy water rained down on him. He shrieked and 
jumped out of the way but the damage was done. His robes clung to his 
skin, covered with pond slime.

Children laughter erupted in the garden as Elladan dashed away. Two 
small figures dropped lightly from the tree and followed. One was 
Elladan's twin, Elrohir, which was no great suprise since the two were 
never apart. Those imps were always pulling some of the greatest pranks 
on Rivendell's unfortunate inhabitants. 

A flash of gold revealed the third child to be non other then Legolas. He 
was younger then the twins but was the founder of the 'spider-in-the-robes' 
prank which had caused quite a number of heartattacks for a race that was 
not supposed to suffer from pestilence. The small princeling was 
increadibly nimble and could easily out-manouver larger Elves, so he 
almost never got a good spanking for his antics.

Giggling the three elflings dissapeared around the house out of sight 
leaving a still shocked Erestor standing there. Recovering he started to 
curse rather loudly for an elf and tried to wipe away a majority of the cold, 
slimy water. As he was wringing the green water out of his hair a light 
laughter floated into the garden.

If possible Erestor cursed even more and Elrond had to stiffle his own 
laugher. Erestor's day had gone from bad to worse.

"Dear me, may I advise bathing first and then putting your clothes on? Or 
perhaps you forgot to bathe all together?"

"Your not improving my mood, Glorfindel." Erestor glared at the blond 
seneschal who approached him with a broad smile on his fair face.

"You look so cute when you fume." Taunting his lover to insanity was a 
hobby that Glorfindel practiced frequently. "Come, let's get you cleaned up 
and then we can go find the spawns of hell before they strike again."

Erestor was about to argue but Glorfindel silenced him with a deep kiss 
before leading him back into the house, with an arm around the soaked 
waist.

Elrond looked at the now empty and relatively 'peacefull' garden. After a 
few moments he shook his head and chuckled as he made his way back to 
his desk and sat down. 

These occurences were not unnusual this time of year (actually they were 
not unnusual all year round). With three elflings on the prowl instead of 
only two, along with the occasional Arwen when she could escape her 
overprotective nanny, things in Rivendell were never dull. 

However the children were always under adult supervision, not that it 
helped much to dampen their play, and Elrond didn't recall today being 
Erestor's turn. Legolas' father, Thranduil, had been in charge of the trio. To 
everyone's surprise and somewhat jealousy, including Elrond's, the 
children behaved pretty well around the golden king of Greenwood, and by 
that it meant that they didn't pester him with any pranks or be as loud as 
they normally were.

'Wonder where he is now and if he knows that the children have pulled 
another stunt.' Elrond mused as he returned to his scrolls. 

Not ten second went by when the door of his study opened and in walked 
Thranduil himself. He was dressed in green and brown tunic and leggings. 
Dark brown boots almost till his knees completed the royal riding uniform 
of Greenwood. A pin on his left breast of the glittering tree of Greenwood 
denoted him as its leader. As always the king's appearance was perfect. His 
hair was still in the neat single plait he had left the house with and his skin 
as clean as when he had risen in the morn. One found it hard to believe 
that he had just spend the entire morning riding with three elflings who 
had probably terrorized six other Elves by now. 

"I told Erestor that he would look better in dark green during breakfast." 
The blond king said smiling.

Elrond raised a brow. For some reason he believed Legolas to have 
inherited his mischevious nature from the blond lord before him.

"I assume you had a role to play in what had just transpired?"

"Heavens no! Infact I didn't play any role in it. When the children told me 
of the plan I didn't even play the role of responsible father and king. Let 
them have their fun while they are still at such a tender age." Thranduil 
walked over to Elrond's side, looking curiously at what the dark haired elf 
had been writing. Elrond could smell the strong pine scent that was always 
on the king's skin.

"So you simply allowed them to slime poor Erestor?" Elrond asked putting 
down his quill.

"Poor Erestor?" Thranduil snorted delicately. "He would eagerly be slimed 
a hundred times if Glorfindel would 'clean him up' afterwards. I think that 
I make their relationship much more interesting." 

"Really?" Elrond hooked an arm around the waist and drew the younger 
ruler closer. Pulling the waistband of the leggings down slightly to expose 
the pale skin of the blond's hip, he kissed it tenderly.

"Really." Thranduil smiled down at the half-elven. Lovingly he ran his 
hand through the ebony hair held out of Elrond's face by the braids he had 
put there that morning while they still laid in Elrond's bed. Teasingly he 
rubbed the elegant tip of Elrond's ear and laughed when his lover 
responded by pulling him down to lie sideways on his lap.

"It is very rude to walk about someone's quarters with your dirty boots on." 
Elrond chastised as he reached to the shoewear at the end of his blond 
lover's long, slender legs. Pulling them off he tossed them carelessly across 
the room.

"You still have yours on." Thranduil observed with a wry smile, bright 
blue eyes sparkling.

"Not for long." Elrond said with a suggestive leer which garnered another 
sensuous laugh from the blond in his lap.

Elrond felt his loins tightening as the charming sound of his lover's laugh. 
Someone had once said the voice of Elves sounded like the clear 
chimming of bells. Elrond truly doubted that anyone could ever come 
close to describing the innocent yet at the same time erotic laugh that 
Thranduil made only when around him.

The tunic Thranduil wore seemed to suddenly be very unnecesary and 
Elrond swiftly unbuttoned it while he mouth never left that of his lover. 
Once the tunic was open he ran his hand up and down the taut chest and 
stomach. Soon he grew bored of that and continued downwards to cup the 
bulge in the blond's leggings. Thranduil gasped and broke off the kiss.

"I thought you had important papers to deal with." He panted as the half-
elven suckled his neck.

"I can do that tomorrow." Elrond replied while starting to remove the 
leggings that kept him from his lover's desire.

"The deadline is tomorrow." Thranduil countered though he didn't really 
want to Elrond to stop. Apperantly neither did Elrond as he stopped to give 
him an almost predatory look.

"Screw the deadline." With that he ended the conversation and attacked 
the petal soft lips of his lover. He felt Thranduil smile into the kiss and 
knew the blond had hoped he would say that.

"Screw everything." Thranduil agreed and pulled free from the roving 
hands. He straddled his lover's legs, the chair just able to accomadate him 
in this position. Kneeling with a leg on either side of Elrond's hips he 
pulled off his tunic, dropping it to the ground and throwing back his head, 
moaning as Elrond pulled him towards him to take a nipple into his mouth.

Elrond felt that he could come right then and there from the small cries of 
pleasure that tumbled from the blond's parted lips. Ravaging the pink 
nipple untill it turned red he licked his way across the heaving chest to the 
other and nibbled it. Licking it he then blew on it softly.

Thranduil pressed himself into the mouth, panting loudly with growing 
need. Hands grabbed his buttocks and pulled him up firmly against the lore 
master. Their erections made contact and he shuddered. Grinding himself 
against Elrond he grabbed hold of the seatback and deepend the kiss even 
more. His tongue dueled with Elrond's and he soon won, catching the older 
elf's tongue in his mouth and sucking it with need, the sweet taste of his 
love's saliva stronger then any aphrodisiac.

The kiss was mind numbing and any elf would have succumed to it but 
Elrond knew that's what his lover wanted. Thranduil was normally the 
submisive one during their love making but he would at times turn the 
tables. He had done so last night but now Elrond would reclaim his 
dominance on the less experienced male.

Thranduil lost focus of the kiss when a hand connected sharply with his 
ass. He jumped but his falter made him lose the upper hand as Elrond now 
took control of the pace of their kissing. A hand began to pull at the waist 
of his leggings which had become uncomfortably tight within the last few 
minutes. 

"Not here, the bedroom." Thranduil said as the ties were tugged loose. He 
started to rise but he was promptly pulled back onto his lover's lap.

"No, here. Now." Elrond corrected. At last the ties gave way and the blond 
sighed in relief as his aching malehood sprang free. The sigh turned to a 
groan as his member was enveloped by a warm hand.
  
While his lover thrusted into his hand Elrond began to pull off the leggings 
with the other. He met resistence from Thranduil's bent knees that were 
clamped onto his outer thighs. Still pumping his lover he pulled gently 
upwards on the hardened member in a silent command. Thranduil raised 
himself accordingly and soon his leggings laid alongside his tunic on the 
floor. 

Elrond leaned back to look at the golden haired angel before him. The eyes 
were closed in pure bliss as he stroked the weaping member lazily. A rosy 
flush ran across the delicate cheeks and till the pointy tips of Thranduil's 
ears. Equally rosy lips formed a small 'o' of delight. The heat of their 
pasion was evident by the sweat that ran down the body that trembled with 
unspent release.

His hand slid across the blond's strong back, massaging and kneeding 
while the other still jerked Thranduil off. Then he ventured down the slick 
skin. Past the shoulders, past the small of the back to stop just above the 
cleft. His fingers lingered untill a nudge from Thranduil bade him to go 
further. Slipping his hand between the blond's buttocks he quickly found 
the hidden entrance. Lazily he prodded at it, circling the spasming flesh 
and pushing only the tip of his finger in.

Thranduil whimpered at the faint contact. He tried to push back onto the 
hand but Elrond would tighten his grip on his hard shaft, preventing any 
range of motion. He needed his love inside him. He resorted to an 
effectively proven technique. Looking down through half-lidded eyes he 
rolled his head back slightly, mewling like a blue-eyed kitten.

The sight was too much. He needed this heavenly creature now. His 
formal robes were extremely uncomfortable and he wished to just rip it 
off. He would take Thranduil right here on the desk.

The removal of both hands tore an almost mournfull moan from his love. 
He regretted doing so but pulled the sweat slickened body to him. 
Thranduil laid his chin on his lover's shoulder and whispered into his ear.

"Saes Elrond, I need you."

"Help me out of these clothes and we can both get what we crave." He 
whispered back.

Thranduil began to quickly unbutton the seemingly endless row of small 
buttons of Elrond's burgundy robes. His fingers quivered and his body 
trembled with need. Elrond suckling on his ear's tip didn't make it any 
easier. Finally he had the robes opened past the peredhil's groin and his 
lover's member betrayed his somewhat controled outer appearance. 

Elrond blindly fumbled for the draw handel he knew was close and when 
he found it he withdrew a small bottle of oil he kept for the oil lamp on his 
desk. Unscrewing it while at the same time enjoying his lover's lips he 
coated two fingers with the scented substance.

Pushing the robes off the strong shoulders Thranduil heard the bottle 
opening and his breath grew more ragged with anticipation. He began to 
nip at the skin adjoining neck and shoulders as he felt a hand part the firm 
globes of his buttocks. Instinctivly he raised himself and arched his back 
for better access as two fingers entered him simultaneously. He groaned 
and wriggled as they stretched and prepared him. They probed farther 
untill they found that hidden gland deep within him. He bit down hard on 
Elrond's skin as the gland was teased, causing bright stars to blind him. 
Blinking furiously he pulled back to look deep into his mate's eyes.

The normally evening-grey eyes were now midnight-black with lust. Sweat 
soaked the ebony hair, plastering it to the peredhil's head and neck. His 
breath was hot as it brushed against Thranduil's skin.

"You are beautiful." Thranduil gasped and captured the parted lips. "So 
unbelievably beautiful."

A third finger entered him and he whimpered. He was so close. He needed 
release and he wanted his lover in him when he was finally granted it.

"Saes, saes Elrond. Love me." He rubbed his bare, sweat-covered chest 
against Elrond's, hoping to hurry the half-elven.

"Melanin." Elrond breathed and removed his fingers from the hot tunnel. 
However his hands then moved up to the strip of leather that held the 
golden hair of his lover bound. With a quick tug the material was gone and 
the hair untwined on its own until it was fully loose, flowing down the 
strong back almost to the waist. The hair had a texture of liquid sunlight as 
he ran his fingers through it. He would take his lover in his full glory.

"Rise my love." Elrond whispered. Thranduil eagerly complied and looked 
down at him with impatient eyes. Elrond positioned the golden king's 
entrance right above his erect member. Locking eyes with his love he 
began to lower the body onto him. He bit his lip the moment he felt 
himself breach the ring of muscles. Pushing harder he soon felt the 
resistance give way and he finally lowered Thranduil untill the blond's 
buttocks rested once more on his thighs.

"Ai Elbereth!" Thranduil moaned and wriggled slightly to impale himself 
fully on his lover's burning rod. The half-elven was larger then other elves, 
due to his human heritage, and Thranduil felt himself impossibly full. It 
had been painfull the first time but now he craved to feel the dark haird elf 
fill him to capacity.

Pausing a moment to allow them to catch their breath Elrond then began to 
thrust upwards, hitting the gland with perfect aim. He knew Thranduil's 
body better then the blond himself. Decades of sharing the other's bed had 
a definite advantage. He could make Thranduil come in less then a minute 
or drag it out for hours at a time. Now however he needed this just as bad.

Spurred on by his love's cries of ecstacy he moved faster, sliding in and 
out of the incredible thight heat. The satiny inner walls of the wood-elf 
milked him as they contracted around him. Their sweat made it dificult to 
get a good grip on the slippery hips so he simply wrapped his arms around 
the supple waist. 

Thranduil wrapped his arms around his neck and suckled at it, whimpering 
as each thrust rocked his body. He licked at the salty sweat on his lover's 
pale neck and moved up till he found an ear.

"Saes Elrond, harder! Take me harder!" 

The pleaded words caused Elrond to harden even further and he tried to 
comply but the chair restrained his movements. Reaching to cup a buttock 
in each hand he rose, easily lifting his lover  with him, who wrapped his 
legs around his waist. The rest of his robes crumpled to his feet and he 
stepped out of them. Finally they were both fully naked. 

Elrond shifted the feather-like weight of his lover to one hand as he 
swiped everything off his desk and onto the floor with the other, not caring 
about the breaking glass or the large ink puddles that now spreaded on the 
documents and the carpet. Gently he lowered the wood-elf onto the 
polished surface of the large mahogany desk, never once breaking their 
kiss nor their coupling. Having a more secure hold on Thranduil he 
thrusted more frantically.

Unable to keep his passion to himself Thranduil cried out as he rammed 
into the pleasure gland deep within him over and over again. Legs hooked 
around his back and arms pulled him down till their face were inches from 
each other. Thranduil chased Elrond's tongue before catching it and sucked 
hungrily on it, whimpering like a pup all the while. His arousal burned and 
he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

Elrond sensed his love's approaching climax and reached between their 
bodies to once again grasp the hot cock that seeped pearly white pre-cum. 
Thranduil went wild and bucked into his hand, his own hands scraping his 
nails across the smooth table before latching onto the half-elven's 
shoulders.

"More, by Valar more!! Take me, saes, melanin! Fuck me!"

The muscles around him began to clench almost painfully. Elrond felt all 
restrains snap and he began to slam into the writhing body. His balls 
slapping heavily against his love's buttocks. His nails almost puncturing 
the skin on the hips.

"Deeper, deeper!! Oh...I love you, Elrond! Elrond..I...I...ah...ah...ai!!"

Thranduil was beyond incoherent. He cared not if he was the proud ruler 
of Greenwood the Great. He cared not if all of middle earth heard his cries. 
He was Elrond's and Elrond was his and they had all of eternity to enjoy 
their love and souls.

"I love you Thranduil, I love you so much." Elrond whispered soothingly 
into his ear. He pumped the heated flesh in his hand harder. "You are my 
world. My life."

"And you mine." Tears clung to his thick lashes before dropping free to 
mingle with his sweat. "Always mine! Always, always...oh! My love, I...I 
need..."

"You shall have it." Elrond began to suckle the tip that poked out from the 
sweat soaked golden hair. Ears were one fo an Elf's most sensitive 
bodypart and Thranduil was no exception.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ooohh!!" He found Elrond's neck and buried his face in 
the crook as he felt the inevitable tightening of his muscles and the 
burning in his loins tenfold. He whispered over and over again as Elrond 
pumped into him and pumped him. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Elrond pulled the trembling body tightly against him as the walls around 
him contracted massivly, effectivly trapping him and sqeeuzing his 
member into submitance. He could hold back no more.

"Thranduil!!" He shouted as his release came crashing down on him. 
Waves upon waves of toe-curling pleasure washed him into a sea of 
europhia. He could do nothing but let the strong current pull him along. 

Thranduil felt the warm seed of his love coat his innards and lost it. crying 
out he released a stream of silvery seed that exploded like fireworks 
against Elrond's muscled stomach. Groaning his love's name he rode out 
the remaining climax with a few more hard spurts. Finally it ebbed and he 
was left lying on the slippery desk staring unseeingly up at the ceiling, 
trying to find his normal breathing patern.

Elrond licked his lover's seed from his fingers. He wiped off the glistening 
fluid from their stomachs with his hand before licking that off aswell, 
loving the sweet taste of the wood-elf's warm cum.

Dark hair tickled his nose as Elrond moved up to kiss him lovingly on his 
kiss swolen lips. A few strands of golden hair were brushed out of his face 
and he redirected his eyes to the elf he loved to the end of middle earth and 
beyond the Sea. He closed his eyes as the other lord showered his face 
with whispering kisses.

"That was unbelievable." Elrond grinned as he nipped at the chin.

"Better then this morning?" Thranduil asked with a raised brow.

"Every minute I spend with you is always better then the last, my love." 
Elrond regained some of his strenght and carefully pulled his soften penis 
out of the warm passage. "Every minute I spend with you you grow more 
beautifull. I don't know why you waste your time with this old elf."

"Because this 'old' elf has more stamina then any of my younger lovers 
ever had." Thranduil answered. He ran his hand down the side of Elrond's 
face. "And because you are honest." He kissed Elrond's lips. "And sexy." 
Another kiss. "And funny, and smart." Kiss, kiss. "And sexy." Kiss. "And 
loving." Kiss. "And patient." Kiss. "And did I mention unbeareably sexy?" 
Deep, long kiss.

Elrond chuckled and embraced his lover closely. His knees still shook 
from the intensity of their love making but he fored himself to stand, 
pulling his lover up with him. 

Thranduil laid his chin on Elrond's chest and looked up with a child-like 
innocence. He blinked slowly.

"We can't, love." Elrond knew what that look meant: again.

Humming softly to himself Thranduil laid a cheek on his chest and started 
to trace paterns with his fingers on the sweaty skin, circling the dark 
nipples. His tongue darted out to flick over the nub.

"Thranduil, stop that." Elrond warned. He felt heat beginning to return to 
his crotch.

The blond blinked prettily and licked his lips seductively. His hands 
stroked Elrond's side softly and he pressed himself up against the slightly 
taller elf.

"I'm not joking." Elrond said but it came out whispered.

Thranduil ignored his words and stretched against him languidly, 
purposefully rubbing his member against Elrond's. He ran his tongue over 
his teeth as his breath quickend, blue eyes growing dark with need. He 
smirked as he saw the dark haired lord start to lose his composure again.

Elrond was quickly losing ground and was about to raise the white flag 
when a thought suddenly occured to him.

"What about the children? We can't leave them alone for so long."

This seemed to ring true with Thranduil who paused in his seduction. 
Elrond let out a sigh. He wanted to continue this as much as the blond king 
but he knew the children needed to be found or they would simply burst 
their way into the study at the most intimate moment when they began to 
miss their parents.

Thranduil nodded slowly and was about to collect his clothes when a 
enraged voice came from outside.

"Elladan!! Elrohir!! Legolas!! When I catch you I'll hang you in the trees 
by your hair!!" 

Erestor's angered shouts was met with high pitched elfling laugher and the 
two lords could hear as the three children's footsteps ran across the garden 
and off into the woods followed by Erestor's slightly heavier footfalls. A 
second pair of adult footfalls accompanied by light laugher told them that 
Glorfindel followed his raving lover and the children deep into the trees. 
They faded into the distance and soon all was quiet. 

The two lovers shared an amused look before bursting into laughter. 
Thranduil's was cut off when Elrond dealt him a whirlwind kiss. When 
they parted he stared breathlessly up at his lover. Elrond flashed him a 
teasing smile.

"I believe that Erestor has bought us some extra time. Should we put it to 
good use?" He ran his hand down between the porcelain buttocks, circling 
the puckered hole with a finger. Lifting a leg to rest on his hip he rubbed 
the entrance, spreading his seed that still clung to the tender flesh. "Or 
should we use this time to clean up this mess?" He teased, looking over 
the blond's shoulder at the chaos they had left in the wake of their passion. 

Thranduil gave him a warning glare when he pretended to pull away. The 
glare was quickly replaced by a sly smirk and Elrond narrowed his eyes in 
suspicion. The blond flirt was going to make him regret that.

Shrugging his shoulders uncaringly Thranduil sighed. 

"If you wish to stay here and clean up I won't stop you. I can always go and 
find someone to keep me company. Perhaps Haldir is available." Thranduil 
smiled when he felt Elrond stiffen at that name. "Oh yes, he'd keep me 
amused, wouldn't he?"

"That march warden beds anything that is warm blooded and walks on two 
legs."

"Jealous, Elrond?" Thranduil asked innocently. "Well...I suppose I could 
stay here with you a while longer. Just the two of us. Alone."

A slender hand grasped him by the wrist and pulled his fingers out of the 
warm, moist passage. Elrond moaned when those same fingers were 
engulfed by an equally warm and moist mouth. Watching his lover's 
tongue twist and twirl around the fingers that had just been in him, licking 
away Elrond's seed and tasting himself, Elrond felt his shaft harden to a 
rock by the mere sight.

Removing the fingers from his mouth Thranduil leaned in and kissed the 
captivated lore master, transfering an erotic blend of tastes onto Elrond's 
tastebuds. Elrond suckled on the pink flesh like an infant on its mother, 
feeding off the blond beauty. When Thranduil pulled away with a final 
nibble on his lower lip Elrond's breathing was labored and his pupils 
dilated with need. He stared breathlessly at his love who simply stared 
back with a come-hitter look. An elegant eyebrow was raised, questioning 
him silently. 

"I don't see a mess. Do you?" 

Looking through his lashes Thranduil smiled coyly. "Nay, I don't see 
anything out of place."

"Oh, but I do. You are out of place." With a swift move he scooped his 
lover into his arms. He craddled the slick body to his chest as his mouth 
sought out the already red ear.

"I'm out of place?" Thranduil asked with a raised brow as he wrapped his 
arms around Elrond's neck and began to lick at the half-elven's adam's 
apple.

"Aye, you will feel more at home in bed." Elrond replied as he carried the 
blond beauty towards their bedroom. 

Thranduil's laugher rang in his ears and in his heart along the way.



*--The End--*
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saes: please
melanin: my love
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More A/N:  I really should get more homework. Anyway, love? Hate? 
Review and send your comments to me at any time and I will make sure to 
reply as quick as possible.
Once again for those who have read "The Lust of the Ring", the sequel is 
called "Saving Innocense" and it is in its final stages. I beg of you a little 
more patience.