Title: Stars In My Arms Author: Sardistri Rating: NC17 Codes: Orophin/Dinendal Part: 1/1 Series: Lord Of The Rings Summary: Dinendal has wished to be with Orophin for such a long time…maybe tonight the stars will hear his call and grant his wish… Beta: Little Bear (Gul Occet) Disclaimer: Unless the characters are of my own creation they belong to Tolkien…but I am going to play with them anyway :op Archiving: Perfectly fine so long as you let me know :o) Feedback: Yes please! sardistri@yahoo.com Authors Notes: I swear I can actually do something other then pwp's… and credit for the title goes to Little Bear (Gul Occet) :o) Stars In My Arms _~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_ We are always so busy gazing at the glowing stars twinkling high up in the sky, that sometimes we overlook the ones upon the ground that are right next to us. _~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_ Looking at the sky, he decided they did indeed have a nice view from up here. They had been posted on one of the more remote outposts. As it was seen as one of the quietest areas, only two of the wardens were really needed to keep watch. Which was fine, really. He didn't mind that one bit. The other warden who had been chosen to go on with him was by far one of the most desirable elves he had ever seen. Not that he would ever admit to that- not out loud at least. This person was someone to be admired from afar. This was someone that he could never have. Giving a gracious smile he sat down beside who was to be his companion until exactly noon tomorrow when they would be relieved of their duty. Dinendal secretly beamed when Orophin returned the smile and offered out a lemba. He gratefully accepted it as he shifted about, getting comfortable on the flet. An amused voice broke his thoughts of how having lived for so long, his people should know how to make more comfortable accommodation. "If you are already uncomfortable, I am not sure how you will last the rest of the night, my friend," Orophin replied without even looking over. He was too busy looking up, watching the first of the stars appear in a still light sky. "I apologise. I did not mean to disturb you." Focusing on the lemba, he took a small bite and wrapped it up in the leaves again, feeling sullen. He had hoped that as he could not be with Orophin, then in the very least he could make a good impression as a warrior. The last thing that he had wanted was to 'amuse' Orophin. The very last thing. Turning his head to look at the much younger elf, Orophin found himself becoming quite intrigued. Soft lips with a slightly red tinge, long hair a tad more golden then his own and curious eyes – light gray with just a small hint of blue around the edges. He had not failed to notice, either, how the other had been so happy at his simple return of a smile. Tilting his head with a thoughtful look, he continued to study the fair elf more discreetly. "You did not disturb me, besides, I am hardly about to complain about such a comely companion, am I now?" At that, Dinendal's head snapped up and he looked at Orophin. His eyes widened slightly and lips parted to say something. But Orophin had already stood, walked forward a few steps and was looking up at the sky. "I wonder how many stars there are…so very many." He turned to look back at the other elf, making eye contact. "Both in the sky and here upon the earth. Tis impossible to count them all." Dinendal held his breath as Orophin walked back over to him and stood in front of him. Looking down, he still refusing to release his eyes. "Of course, the advantage of the ones upon the ground is that you can actually touch them, hold them, kiss them- bestow many pleasures upon them. For though they shine just as bright, they are made of flesh and very much within my reach." He gave a soft smile, but it held an underline of desire, want. His eyes darkened slightly as he watched the younger elf try to form words, but failed. Those amazing eyes sparkled at his words. Oh yes, this one most certainly did want to be with him. Struggling to form coherent words, let alone thought, he watched as Orophin knelt before him. This magnificent warrior was very often overlooked and left in the shadow of his older brother, Haldir, the Guardian, as was Rumil. But Orophin was just as marvellous with the bow, as deadly with a sword or long knives and was by far, one of the fastest runners the wardens could boast of. His hair looked so soft with its hue of silver. His lips, so tempting whilst curved in that delicate, but all together intoxicating smile. With strong arms, that he would love to have wrapped about him. Managing to steady his breathing, he watched in silent helplessness as the object of his dreams, his desires, knelt before him and reached out a hand to gently tug a braid out from behind his ears, holding it between thumb and fore finger. "You, my dear Dinendal, are most quiet – I have not offended thee?" Managing a small shake of his head, he gave a slight swallow. "N-nay, I was just not expecting this is all." "So, it is not unwelcome then?" At another shake of Dinendal's head, Orophin leaned forward and tenderly brushed his lips across the others, smiling inwardly at the small intake of breath. Releasing the braid of hair, his right hand snaked around the others neck and pulled him forward slightly as he deepened the kiss. He tentatively curled his tongue around Dinendal's, forcing him into a gentle duel whilst his other hand was slowly pulling the others cloak off. He was vaguely aware of Orophin pushing the cloak off his shoulders after unclasping it, and then his hands were on his tunic. Through the haze of the kiss, he realised he should be doing the same, and his hands reached out to Orophin's shoulders, unclasping the cloak. He pushed it off, but then allowed his hands to sneak up under the tunic, and was able to marvel at the softness of the skin hidden beneath it. It was only when the cool night air wrapped itself about his chest and torso that he realised just how far Orophin had got in shedding his clothes. He had now released his lips and was leaving a trail of licks and kisses down his throat causing him to moan out in pleasure. Moving his mouth to a pale rose nipple, he gently suckled it. The inward smile grew as a hand sneaked into his hair and carefully gripped it, Dinendal's silent way of urging him to not stop. He paused briefly to shrug off the rest of his tunic then gently pushed Dinendal until he was lying down on his back, and then resumed his caresses. "Mmmm…Orophin…" Smiling against a nipple, he flicked his tongue out, and then moved to the other whilst kneeling over Dinendal. Using one hand for support to keep him steady, the other was tracing small imaginary lines and circles upon a trembling thigh. At the back of his mind, he noted that Dinendal seemed a little inexperienced. He wondered how on earth so many, including himself, up to this point, could have over looked such a beautiful and intriguing creature. His thoughts were broken as a slightly shaky hand resumed its hold on his hair. Smiling once again, he removed his hand from Dinendal's thigh, almost positive that a small sound of protest was made amongst his moans. Wondering first at the removal of the hand that had been invoking some pleasantly teasing movements upon his thigh, he managed to look up. He realised Orophin had once again left his chest and was removing first his own boots and then Dinendal's. He managed to keep a hold of his senses, but just barely as he watched the play of muscles in Orophin's arm as he removed each of the boots, and then across his chest when he turned back to him. He wore a small smile upon his lips, eyes half lidded with a sexual energy blazing about him that Dinendal had never even noticed before. His breath caught in his throat, though, as Orophin lay atop him, putting flesh-to-flesh and captured his lips in a searing, hot kiss that pushed all rationalization out of his mind. As he devoured the sweetness of the others mouth, he started to gently grind hips, savouring the bolts of electrical sensation that ran down his spine and to his groin. Releasing the sugary mouth and going in search of a pointed ear, one of his hands moved down to Dinendal's hips, fingers curling about the waistband of the leggings. He desperately tried to gain some self-control again, but found it beyond impossible when he felt two fingers slowly dip inside his leggings. First on one side and then, Orophin moved up again on the other side as well. Watching the silver creature that had now moved between his legs and was tugging off his leggings in something close to fascination, Dinendal parted his lips, trying to form words. He was unable to when a slender finger pressed against them and Orophin shook his head, that small intoxicating smile upon his own lips once again. But then, the finger was removed, and the smile no longer seen. Orophin had moved back slightly and ducked his head, placing small kisses along the insides of his thighs, causing him to cry out once again. Taking his time, he placed kisses all about the soft thighs. They were simply beautiful- lean muscles made of steel, a testament to how hard he worked, then covered with a soft sheet of silken skin wrapped about it. But then, he decided he had tortured the poor elf beneath him for quite long enough. He moved his mouth up to the penis, first placing a kiss small upon it, and then dragging his tongue along the underside. He smiled in satisfaction as Dinendal once again called out his name. Throwing his head back, Dinendal found it hard to concentrate when Orophin began placing small licks and kisses upon his penis and then blew a puff of cold air over him. The sensation of the air heightened considerably when, without warning, Orophin took him deep into his throat. He set a pace that made Dinendal's head thrash from side to side. Reaching out his hand, Orophin searched the floor until it came into contact with his tunic and pulled it over. He fumbled with it until he was able to pull a small vial from it. All the while he had kept his mouth upon Dinendal, enjoying the very vocal moans escaping those velvet lips. Unstopping the vial with one hand, he then tilted it a bit so that some of the contents spilt over his hand. He then stopped it again and moved his hand between Dinendal's legs, gently brushing against his entrance. He cried out softly as he felt a slick finger gently enter him and carefully probe about until it found his sweet spot, causing him to give a hoarse cry. Then a second entered and started a soft scissoring motion, meticulously preparing him to insure he was not hurt. By the time a third finger had entered him, he was beside himself, hands tugging on Orophin to urge him on, head thrown backs with moans mingled with pleas tumbling from his lips. His eyes had closed now, with stars dancing behind them and blood pounding in his ears. He felt Orophin press himself against him once more and search out his mouth. He gladly kissed him back, and felt he could have continued to do so for all eternity. Positioning himself, Orophin continued to hold Dinendal's lips in a possessive kiss. He allowed what little concentration he had been holding onto to melt away so he could fully feel the sensations whirling about him right now. He moved into Dinendal in one slow thrust, pausing momentarily before starting a slow and satisfying thrust. The heat that wrapped about him in the tight entrance stole his breath. Eyes half lidded once again, he pulled back from the kiss. "Dinendal! Open your eyes, Dinendal, look at me." His voice was low and beguiling, holding a note of seduction that not even the strongest of wills could have refused. Forcing his eyes open he could have sworn there was starlight within Orophin's. They were surely charmed, for right now they seemed to glow. He felt himself being possessed by them. But then there was no time to think. The thrusts were coming faster now. He was struggling to keep up with the pace and was forced to throw his head back and cry out, losing contact with those enticing eyes, that tempting face. He made himself keep his eyes open so he could look at the sight Dinendal made as a powerful climax surged over them both, making them release their seed. As the powerful climax slowly ebbed away from his body, he became aware of hands smoothing out his hair, then a warm blanket being placed over him. Opening his eyes, he watched as Orophin lay down beside him under the blanket and then pulled him up slightly so his head was resting on his chest. "My Starlight, your shining light has forced the darkness of what could have been a lonely night far, far away." "Orophin," "Shush, you are weary and I would much like to have you asleep in my arms tonight. And mayhap other nights if you would permit." He brushed away another stray lock of hair, smiling when he saw that Dinendal's eyes had already glazed over and his companion was very much walking the lands of the dreamscape. He wondered if Dinendal's dreams might contain thoughts of him, and a small part of him hoped that they did. _~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_ Though in some special moments, when we are made to look to those stars beside us, we do see how brightly they can shine. And when we do, we find that those stars of the earth bring just as much pleasure, but ultimately succeed in warming our hearts more then those shining high in the sky ever could. _~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_~*~_ The End.