Title: Courting an Elf Part 11 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: NC17 Summary: Elrohir gives Lothvaen what he wants. Genre: Romance Warnings: Got some smut happening here… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 485 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 16 Dec 2006 – ‘snowball’ and ‘scissor’; 26 Jan 2007 – ‘heat’; 21 Mar 2007 – ‘stop’ ************************ Elrohir began to scissor his fingers, widening the opening. Lothvaen lay beneath him, writhing and panting, his erection steadily dripping pre-come onto his stomach. The youngest Peredhel thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight, and his own throbbing erection ached to sheath itself into the willing body beneath him. “Please, melethron, stop tormenting me…need you…want to feel you inside of me…please…” Lothvaen’s voice was reduced to a whisper, his eyes darkened with lust. Elrohir poured some oil onto his erection, hissing slightly as the coolness of the liquid made contact with his heated flesh. He threw the vial onto the bed, not caring if oil leaked onto the sheets. His main concern now was to fulfill both their desires, and he guided his member to the rosy aperture that beckoned to him so invitingly. Slowly, gently, he eased himself inside, shuddering slightly when he was fully in. Looking down, he grinned at the petulant look on his lover’s face. “Something wrong?” he teased, knowing full well what it was. “Will. You. Move!” Elrohir adopted an innocent expression. “Move? You mean like this?” he asked, demonstrating by thrusting slightly. The petulant look became a scowl. “You do this deliberately,” Lothvaen accused, his accusation proven correct at the grin bestowed upon him by the Peredhel. The scribe gasped, however, when Elrohir began to thrust harder, the snap of his hips forcing him deeper into the elf underneath him. Lothvaen smiled as he reached for his lover to kiss him; this was exactly what he wanted. He was not afraid if things became a little rough, and he was glad that Elrohir was prepared to indulge his fantasies. Lothvaen had lovers before, but they did not understand the scribe’s penchant at wanting to be tied up, spanked or to be taken hard and fast as Elrohir was doing to him now. A hand on his weeping erection soon had him coming over his stomach and chest, and it did not take long to feel the heat of his lover’s seed filling him. Both of them shuddered from the aftershock, trying to still their frantically beating hearts and draw air into their lungs. “You did not scream this time,” Elrohir managed to say after a time. Lothvaen grinned. “I *can* be quiet if I want to be,” he said, drawing Elrohir into his arms. “I rather like hearing you scream.” Elrohir nuzzled Lothvaen’s neck, inhaling his lover’s scent. “But then you would have to gag me, remember?” “Well, you do have a loud scream, admittedly. However, you can still scream while gagged; it will only be I that will hear you.” Elrohir licked away some of the cooling sweat at the juncture between neck and shoulder. “And I do want you to scream, just for me.” Lothvaen shifted his head slightly and cocked an eyebrow. “Shall I find the gag?” he asked. Elrohir merely grinned in response. ************************ Elvish translations: melethron – my lover (male) Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 12 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: PG Summary: Glorfindel ponders and worries. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 386 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 17 Dec 2006 – ‘valuable’ and ‘precious’; 24 Mar 2007 – ‘very’ ************************ Glorfindel lay with Erestor curled up at his side. The seneschal had managed to persuade Erestor to stay with him for the night, but only after promising that nothing would happen – that ‘nothing’ translating to ‘no sex’. So for the first time in millennia Glorfindel had donned a nightshirt dug out from the bottom of one of his drawers. Erestor had gone to his rooms briefly to don his nightshirt and robe before returning to Glorfindel and slipping into the bed with him. The seneschal sighed. There was something wrong with Erestor, but the advisor refused to answer his questions, instead stating that he was merely tired and needed some sleep. Glorfindel shifted slightly; his member was most definitely wide awake and needed attention. However, Glorfindel doubted that Erestor would be as willing to ‘accommodate’ his dilemma as he had been a few days ago. He looked down at the still sleeping elf and his heart contracted. Erestor was more than precious to him, and he could no longer imagine his life without the dark-haired elf. Glorfindel just wished Erestor would talk to him. No further mention had been made of their conversation where Erestor confessed his ‘guilt’ over Gil-galad’s death; the seneschal had good reason to believe that, despite their talk, Erestor somehow still felt himself burdened. On the few occasions where Glorfindel tried to bring it up, Erestor deflected him, saying that he no longer felt guilty, yet Glorfindel doubted that. “What are you thinking about?” Erestor’s sleepy voice broke through his musings. Glorfindel smiled. “Just thinking how nice it is to have you in my arms.” Erestor looked at him steadily. “Really. Then why is it that I do not quite believe you.” The seneschal returned Erestor’s gaze. “Very well. I am worried about you. I do not believe *you* when you say that you no longer feel guilty. There is still something inside of you that is stopping you from truly letting go. I want to help you, Erestor, but you must also help yourself. What we have now is more valuable than any jewels in Middle-earth, and I do not want anything to tarnish it.” He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Erestor’s lips. “Melin chen, ervainen vorn,” he whispered. In reply, Erestor pulled Glorfindel down for another kiss. ************************ Elvish translations: ervainen vorn – my dark beautiful one Melin chen – I love you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 13 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen, Legolas/Lindir Rating: PG Summary: Elrohir and Legolas talk about love. Genre: Romance Warnings: None Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 500 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 18 Dec 2006 – ‘leggings’ and ‘star’; 1 Apr 2007 – ‘fool’; 2 Feb 2007 – ‘juice’; 10 Feb 2007 – ‘apple’; 11 Feb 2007 – ‘banana’; 13 Feb 2007 – ‘strawberry’; 16 Mar 2007 – ‘desire’ ************************ Pulling on his leggings and tunic, Elrohir left the room. Lothvaen was still curled up on the bed, fast asleep. Another bout of lovemaking – with the scribe suitably gagged – left both elves tired, with Lothvaen falling asleep quickly. However, Elrohir did not have that same luxury; he was due to go out on patrol with Elladan. Elrohir paused slightly. While his twin had not said anything, Elrohir knew that he was missing Orophin. He only wondered whether the Galadhel felt the same way about Elladan. The younger Peredhel could not help but feel that Orophin saw his brother as an interlude of some sort, and knew that his father felt the same. Sighing, Elrohir made his way to the dining hall to break his fast. Few elves were up at that time, but even then he was surprised to see Legolas already there. “Maer aur, ernilen.” Legolas turned, ready to remonstrate, but then saw the glint of mischief in Elrohir’s eyes. “Forgive me, Legolas, but I could not resist. I know you dislike being called that.” Placing a hand on the prince’s shoulder, he gave it a gentle squeeze. Sitting down, Elrohir reached for the jug of juice standing in the middle of the table. “How was your walk with Lindir?” he asked. “How did you know?” Elrohir, in the process of adding a strawberry to his plate, paused. “I have a bad habit of using my eyes, Legolas,” he said mildly. “Forgive me for using them last night. Surely it was not a secret?” “Díheno nín, Elrohir, for behaving like a fool.” “You are no fool, Legolas, far from it. Only a fool would ignore such a beautiful elf such as Lindir, and you most certainly did not do that.” Legolas flushed slightly. “He is beautiful. It was as if I saw him for the first time last night, even though I had seen him many times before during previous visits.” “Then it must be love for you to think that.” Instead of responding, Legolas reached for a star fruit and, for a time, both elves were silent. “Do you love Lothvaen?” The question surprised Elrohir, and he put down the banana he had been peeling. “I care for him, yes, as well as desire him. But love? I do not think so.” “Time may change that.” Elrohir nodded. “True, but right now I think both Lothvaen and I are happy to take each day as it comes.” Grabbing an apple, the Peredhel rose from the table. “I am due to go on patrol with my brother. Speaking of which, have you seen him this morning?” “No, I have not,” Legolas replied. “There was no one here when I arrived. Mayhap your brother is already out, waiting for you?” Elrohir grimaced. “Possibly. I shall see you in a few days, Legolas.” Moving towards the door, he turned. “And take it slowly with Lindir; you will frighten him if you rush too quickly.” Legolas smiled. “I promise you I will.” ************************ Elvish translations: díheno nín – forgive me ernilen – my prince Galadhel – tree elf maer aur – good morning Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*