Title: Courting an Elf Part 4 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: PG Summary: Lothvaen surprises Elrohir. 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: 298 Beta(s): Patricia Pleasant (slayer9649) Author’s note: The prompts used were 8 Dec 2006 – ‘bashful’ and ‘grumpy’ ************************ “You are rather grumpy this morning.” Elrohir turned to look at Lothvaen. “I am grumpy, as you put it, for you persistently tried to push me out of bed during the night!” Lothvaen merely smiled. Once again Elrohir wondered how he could have seen the scribe as bashful. If anything, the scribe proved to be anything but. “I am sorry,” Lothvaen said, placing a placatory hand on Elrohir’s arm. “I do not mean to try and take over the bed, but I can not help it. I like to have a lot of room when I sleep.” “Do tell.” The irony was not lost on the scribe, and he moved to place his arms around the younger twin. “Mayhap we need a bigger bed,” he offered. Elrohir pulled away slightly to look at his lover. “A bigger bed? How big a bed do you need?” “One big enough for you to sleep in as well without any fear of me trying to push you out.” The Peredhel sighed. “I suppose that would be a solution; however, it would be easier if you could somehow contain your ‘urge’ to dominate the bed.” “You could always tie me up so that I can not stray from my side of the bed.” Elrohir stared at the scribe. Was that a hopeful look on Lothvaen’s face? “Do you truly wish for me to do that?” he asked carefully. “I would have no objections as long as there was a…reward for my being tied up.” “A reward?” Elrohir knew what Lothvaen was referring to, and could feel his groin tightening at the thought. “There could be a possibility of a reward,” he said, surprising himself at how steady his voice sounded. “Shall we try and find out tonight?” Lothvaen merely smiled in response. ************************ Elvish translations: Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 5 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: PG Summary: A message arrives from Mirkwood, and Lothvaen finds out he’s been a little noisy… 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: 377 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 9 Dec 2006 – ‘clumsy’ and ‘grace’; 22 Feb 2007 – ‘message’; 13 Mar 2007 – ‘breath’ ************************ “Erestor, a message has arrived from Mirkwood.” Lothvaen’s breathless voice reached the advisor before the scribe stumbled through the door. “Is anything the matter?” Erestor asked the now-flushed elf, who was busy trying to straighten his robes. “Unfortunately these robes are a little too long, Erestor. I apologise if I appear clumsy.” “Then take them to the seamstress to be shortened.” “I keep forgetting to do so,” Lothvaen admitted a little shame-faced. “Wonderful. Forgetful *and* clumsy,” Erestor muttered under his breath. “I heard that.” Lothvaen’s voice, though, held no anger. “I have had…other…things on my mind.” “So I have been hearing, fairly consistently, for the last few weeks, pen-neth,” Erestor responded dryly. “You are surprisingly vocal at night-time. I think I can safely say that I have not been the only one who has been hearing your…” Here Erestor paused, noticing how the scribe’s face was now a bright red. He sighed. “Just try and keep your voice down in the future. If that fails, then mayhap Elrohir should put a gag in your mouth.” The advisor watched in disbelief as Lothvaen’s face brightened. “I never thought of that! Thank you, Erestor! I shall most certainly tell Elrohir of your suggestion.” He whirled to run out the door, then turned again. “Sorry, I forgot. The message.” Stumbling slightly on the over-long robes, he made his way to Erestor’s desk and placed the missive upon it. “The messenger says it is not urgent, but hopes nevertheless to take a reply from Elrond with him to Mirkwood when he leaves tomorrow.” Erestor watched as the scribe raced out the door, this time holding his robes up slightly so that he didn’t trip. He was still at a slight loss as to Lothvaen’s reaction to the gag. Then he shook his head. He truly did not want to know what the scribe and the youngest Peredhel got up to, though he was beginning to get a sneaking suspicion as to what it might involve. With a grace that was in complete opposition to Lothvaen, he rose from behind his desk, picking up the missive as he did so. If the messenger hoped to take back a reply, then Erestor needed to pass the message onto Elrond sooner rather than later. ************************ Elvish translations: pen-neth – young one Peredhel – half elf *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 6 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrohir/Lothvaen Rating: R Summary: Lothvaen worries. Genre: Romance Warnings: Two elves being a little naughty… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 328 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 10 Dec 2006 – ‘nurse’ and ‘nipple’; 26 Feb 2007 – ‘thrust’; 12 Mar 2007 – ‘Adar’ ************************ “I do not need you to nurse me; ‘tis nothing more than a scratch.” Elrohir was sitting on his bed, bare-chested, with a worried scribe next to him. “But it could get infected!” Elrohir looked at Lothvaen with affection. “It will not get infected, melethen. Adar has cleaned it. See, it does not even require a bandage. You worry over nothing.” “I am sorry,” the scribe whispered. Elrohir shook his head and gathered the younger elf in his arms. “You do not have to apologise. I am flattered that you are so concerned about my welfare.” “You are?” “Aye. “Tis an endearing quality.” Lothvaen pulled away slightly. “It is?” He paused slightly. “I suppose it is endearing as long as I do not overdo it, right?” This time it was Elrohir’s turn to pause. “Right,” he agreed, but with a smile on his face. Lothvaen returned the smile. “I promise I will try and not worry too much.” He scraped a nail gently over one nipple, making Elrohir hiss. “Shall I make you feel even better still?” he whispered sultrily, leaning down slightly to take the nipple in his mouth. Elrohir groaned at the sensations coursing through him. Lothvaen was proving to be quite adept as a lover, even if he did tend to be vocal during love-making. The scribe’s suggestion of gagging him to reduce the noise was not surprising; however, to find out that the suggestion came from Erestor stunned him. But then, he was fairly certain the advisor had no true idea of what went on between the two of them. He gasped as Lothvaen moved lower, pushing him onto his back, then gave a sigh of relief as his straining erection was released from the confines of his leggings. Any further coherent thought flew from his mind as he felt the wet heat of his lover’s mouth engulfing him, and he thrust eagerly, abandoning himself to the pleasure that was rapidly building within him. ************************ Elvish translation: Adar – father melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Title: Courting an Elf Part 7 Author: Inwë Sáralondë Email: mb2002ldgd@yahoo.com.au Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel Rating: R Summary: Glorfindel suffers from the after-effects of listening to Elrohir and Lothvaen. Genre: Romance Warnings: More elves being a little naughty… Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this. Word count: 339 Beta(s): Aglarien Author’s note: The prompts used were 11 Dec 2006 – ‘snicker’ and ‘smirk’; 24 Feb 2007 – ‘black’ ************************ There was a smirk on Glorfindel’s face as he listened to the moans and entreaties emanating from Elrohir’s room. His member began to make itself felt, and the seneschal decided he had better move away before he embarrassed himself. Moving rapidly down the corridor, he heard the distinct sound of a snicker. He stopped. Hidden in the shadows was Erestor, a broad smile on his face. His black robes, along with his dark hair, had almost succeeded in him being invisible – only his face was clearly seen. “Enjoy what you were hearing, Glorfindel?” the advisor asked sweetly. The seneschal decided to go on the attack. “Aye, I did.” Moving closer to Erestor, he forced the other elf back until he could go no further. Erestor was effectively cornered, with nowhere to turn. He swallowed; there was a feral gleam in Glorfindel’s eyes that both worried and excited him at the same time. He gasped as the seneschal grasped his hand and placed it on the burgeoning erection that was now very obvious within Glorfindel’s leggings. “Care to do something about this, melethen?” Glorfindel purred. “Do?” Erestor’s throat had become suddenly dry, and the word had come out raspy. He looked down at his hand that rested on Glorfindel’s erection. “Oh…my…” he whispered. Heat raced through him, and he returned his gaze to the golden-haired warrior’s face. Glorfindel was watching him with eyes half-closed. “You like what you feel, Erestor?” Erestor nodded. “Absolutely. But if you wish for me to do something about it, then I suggest we retire to my chambers – they are closer than yours.” Glorfindel’s eyes widened. Erestor had now taken the initiative, and he found himself growing harder. “Then lead the way, melethen,” he said, his voice harsh with longing. The dark-haired elf smiled. “Never fear, melethen. I know *exactly* what to do to relieve your ‘discomfort’.” Removing his hand, the advisor eased past the seneschal, at the same time throwing him a look that made Glorfindel vow he would follow Erestor anywhere, even into Mordor. ************************ Elvish translations: melethen – my love *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*