Title: Summer Days Series: none Type: FPS Author: Fimbrethiel Website: Iavas~e~Guren http://www.fimbrethiel.com Email: fimbrethiel@yahoo.com Rating: R Pairing: Glorfindel/Erestor, Elrond/Celebrian (implied) Warnings: Fluff, sickeningly sweet romance Disclaimer: Don't own the Elves, they are owned by Tolkien's estate. Master Tolkien, I mean no harm. No profit has been made. Beta: Many thanks to Orchyd Constyne. I'm glad it made you smile, pen velui. Timeline: Very early Third Age. The twins are very young, around age five or six in Human years. Feedback: Yes, please! Archive: OEAM, Melethryn, Glorfindel of Imladris, aff.net, http://www.livejournal.com/users/fimbrethiel/ Summary: The leaders of Imladris and the young Peredhil twins have a picnic at the river. Author's Notes: This fluffy little piece popped into my head this past weekend, almost fully written. Blame the sun… The day was sunny and warm, the weather perfect for a picnic. Six Elves set out one fine morning, laden with blankets and picnic basket. "Ada, how much further?" whined Elladan, sweaty and hot, as he trudged along the path on pudgy legs. Glorfindel gave a merry laugh. "Your steed awaits, young Master Elladan," he cried, and scooped up the young Elfling, tossing him in the air and settling the child on his broad shoulders. "Yay! Glory give me a horsey ride! Bye, Ro, bye, 'Restor! Bye Nana!" squealed the child gleefully as the warrior set off at a trot, quickly pulling ahead of the group and disappearing around the bend in the path, neighing loudly as any good horsey should. Erestor smiled fondly at his lover's retreating back and its tiny rider. "He does adore them, Elrond," he said warmly to his Lord and friend. "Aye, he does, and they adore him," Elrond replied. "They adore you as well, mellonen." As if in agreement, Elrohir's tiny hand reached for Erestor's. The younger twin trudged along on chubby legs, clinging to the elder Elf's hand, swinging his toy oliphaunt Terion by the trunk with the other hand and watching the butterflies flit and dance about. (my friend) From up ahead there was a loud splash and joyous yelling, childish high-pitched shrieks mingled with deep, musical laughter. A few moments later the quartet reached the river. One very wet, very nude, blond Seneschal was busily splashing a small, also-nude wriggling Elfling in a sheltered pool formed by the curve of the riverbed. Elrond set the basket on the grassy bank while Celebrían busied herself unfolding the blanket. Elrohir tossed Terion to the ground, stripped off his short breeches and ran, splashing, into the water to assist his twin in attempting to drown Glorfindel. Erestor removed his clothing and folded them neatly, placing them on a rock near his mate's untidy heap before he walked slowly into the water to join his lover and the twins. Celebrían took up a book and sat comfortably on the blanket in the sun, leaning back against a rock. Elrond reclined beside her, resting his head in her lap. One of his wife's hands toyed idly with strands of his glossy dark hair as she read. The Elf-lord took in the sight of those most beloved to him. It was a wonderful day, he thought, watching his best friends splash and play with his sons. Perfect. Too perfect. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and swept his wife up in his arms, one arm behind her back and the other under her knees. Celebrían dropped the book and squealed in mock fury. "Elrond, put me down this instant!" He carried her to the riverbank and held her over the edge. "I am warning you, husband, do not *dare* drop me!" "Do it, Ada!" Elladan cried gleefully, while Elrohir contradicted his twin and in alarm called, "Ada, no, no, you mustn't drop Naneth!" Erestor chuckled. "I would not do that if I were you, my Lord," he admonished, while his golden lover grinned and nodded encouragingly. Elrond kissed his wife and dropped her feet to the ground, catching her about her slim waist. "Nay, my love, I would not dare," he teased. Celebrían, laughing gaily, stepped back from her husband and straightened her shift. She reached both hands out and lovingly caressed Elrond's smoothly muscled chest. Suddenly she gave a forceful shove and cried, "You would not, but I would!" Elrond toppled into the water with a mighty splash and emerged a few seconds later, dripping and sputtering, while the onlookers howled with laughter. * * * Glorfindel stood chest-deep in the water, playing and splashing with Elrohir. Holding his breath, he ducked under the water, kneeling, and allowed the child to scramble to a stand upon his shoulders. The Seneschal grasped the boy's ankles to steady him, then quickly stood, propelling Elrohir through the air and into the water with a noisy splash. A moment later the Elfling bobbed to the surface, screeching with delight and crying "Again, Glory! Again!" Erestor and Elladan moved to a shallow pool, where the Counselor painstakingly attempted to teach the child how to float on his back. No matter how many times the Elfling tried, he would sink under the water and come up coughing and gasping for breath. The elder Elf patiently wiped the water from the child's eyes and tried again until the child tired. Finally giving up on floating lessons, the two moved to the shallows and carefully began crafting a castle from smooth stones that lined the riverbed. The Elves played and splashed the afternoon away until it was time to eat. The elder Elves unpacked the basket and spread their repast on large napkins. The twins scrabbled through the undergrowth, collecting wild raspberries and blackberries. A few squashed fruits managed to make it from their chubby fists to the blanket, where the adults dutifully admired them. The rest of the berries were smeared across the boys' flushed and sweaty cheeks. The afternoon waned. Elrond lay on his back on the blanket, Elrohir nestled in the curve of one arm. The other arm was wrapped loosely about Celebrían who dozed beside him, his fingers tangled gently in her pale hair. Elladan snuggled between them, sound asleep. Erestor and Glorfindel swam lazily from one end of the pool to the other and back, quiet and peaceful. They gazed upon the idyllic scene of their Lord and Lady and their children, tangled together on the blanket. This small group was their family now; this was all that remained of those Ages past. They had their Lord and his family, and each other. They were content. Glorfindel swam to the bank and stood on the gravel riverbed, the water reaching to his chest. He gathered the sodden mass of his hair and twisted the excess water out, combing through the dripping tangles before dividing it into three sections and making a single fat, sloppy braid. He admired the lean form of his lover as he worked. Erestor swam with long, slow strokes to the middle of the river, where he lazily treaded water, enjoying the gentle caress of the water flowing over his body as the sun warmed his face. The crystalline water teased the raven locks of his hair, surrounding the advisor in a fluid, silken pool. The dark-haired Elf swam to his mate and stood, rivulets running over the lean plane of his chest. He spoke a few quiet words to his lover, smiling shyly, and then reached out to stroke the messy braid. Glorfindel gave a small laugh, then turned his back and allowed his lover to finger-comb and neatly re-braid his hair, securing the end with a loose knot. Glorfindel turned back to face Erestor and kissed him softly. The Counselor tucked his head into Glorfindel's neck and wrapped his arms around his beloved's shoulders. They stood quietly embracing as the cool water flowed around them, the late- afternoon sunlight gleaming off the gold ring each wore on his index finger. Celebrían yawned drowsily and sat up. She glanced at the lovers in the water and nudged her husband awake. Slowly he sat and stretched, shaking off the sleepy haze in his mind. Celebrían silently tilted her chin toward the water, motioning for her husband to look. Elrond smiled affectionately at the sight his dearest friends, numbered among the most wise and fearsome Elves who remained in Middle-earth, wrapped in a romantic, tender embrace. Glorfindel was renowned for his prowess on the battlefield, and Erestor's shrewd and cunning mind was legendary, but every look or touch between them was gentle and filled with love. It was easily apparent to even the most casual observer that the love the two Elf-lords bore for one another was a rare and beautiful thing. Noiselessly and efficiently the Lord and Lady packed the picnic basket and set it on the corner of the blanket, leaving them for Glorfindel and Erestor to bring back later. Each stood and gathered their sleepy Elflings in their arms and returned toward the Last Homely House, leaving the lovers to the quiet solitude of the water. Glorfindel looked up as the Lord and Lady disappeared into the woods bearing their precious burdens. "We are alone, seron vell," Glorfindel whispered in his mate's ear, enjoying the closeness of his dark love nestled against him. He was hard; Erestor's proximity always had the ability to make him instantly aroused. He could feel his lover's member filling as well. (beloved) "Mmmm," Erestor murmured in response, eyes closed dreamily, nuzzling the blond's neck. He wrapped his slender legs around his lover's flanks and his arms around his broad shoulders. Glorfindel's hands rested upon Erestor's slim hips, the buoyancy of the water helping him support his mate's weight. Their erections pressed together, the cool water flowing over their heated flesh. They kissed slowly, relishing the feeling of simply being close. Their lovemaking was tranquil and flowing, as fluid as the water surrounding them. Glorfindel lifted his lover's hips and they gently rocked together, unhurried, their arousals aligned between them. Their release, when it came, was heralded only by softly voiced wordless sighs and quiet moans as they trembled within each other's arms. Hand in hand they stepped from the water. Serene and happy, they lovingly dried each other's bodies and dressed. They gathered the blanket and basket, and the forgotten Terion the oliphaunt, and walked together into the woods toward the Last Homely House. Toward home. They were Elves, they were in love, and they had until the end of the world together. There was no rush. ~.~.~finis~.~.~