Erestor didn’t know what had woken him. One moment he was asleep and
the next he was awake. Lifting his head and pushing tangled locks of inky
black hair out of his face, he looked about the room. It was empty but he
felt it was only recently so. Throwing back the dark green silk coverlet,
he rose from his bed and to the door of his chambers. Pausing only long
enough to grab a dressing robe to cover his nude body, he stepped out into
the hallway.
Something was drawing him. He could not quite put his finger on it but
he felt it deep inside. He strained to hear any whisper of sound. Nothing
reached his ears but he still felt the pull. Slowly he began to follow it.
Down the corridors of the last Homely House, towards the doorways to
the private gardens, Erestor silently made his way on bare feet, his dark
green robe brushing softly against his skin. The doors to the garden were
ajar. Erestor’s brows furrowed. They were always closed at night. He
stepped out onto the cool dew covered grass.
Few used the private gardens now. They had been Lady Celebrian’s
domain. Now they stood silent, her laughter only the barest echo within
their walls.
Erestor sighed. The Lady was greatly missed. He continued into the
gardens, heading towards the small waterfall they had often gathered
around in happier times. It was the only one that fell within the
boundaries of the house itself and had been the family’s favorite spot.
As he approached, soft sounds greeted his ears. Unfamiliar sounds. He
moved closer only to stop when he reached the entrance to the waterfall.
Now he could recognize them and they tore at his heart. Lord Elrond sat
curled on the marble bench nearest the falls, Celebrian’s favorite seat,
and his strong body shook with the sounds of his tears.
Immediately he rushed to his lord’s side, gathering the half elf into
his arms and holding him close. It had been centuries since Celebrian had
left and never had he seen Elrond shed a tear. He knew his Lord was
grieving, witnessed it in his eyes, but he had never actually SEEN it.
“Ai Elrond,” he whispered, placing a kiss upon the dark silky hair,
“Why must you always try to bear such things alone?”
“It hurts,” Elrond cried softly against his shoulder, “Even after all
this time.”
“I know,” Erestor said. “But tonight will be different.”
“How?” Elrond demanded, lifting his head and staring into Erestor’s
emerald green eyes.
Instead of answering, Erestor slowly kissed him, brushing his lips
lightly back and forth across Elrond’s. The other elf gasped softly and
Erestor slowly slipped his tongue inside. Gently he caressed and teased
until Elrond’s joined his in the dance. A soft moan escaped the peredhel’s
lips as the kiss deepened.
Slowly Erestor drew Elrond to his feet, never breaking the kiss. He
guided him backwards, deftly untying the sash holding his robe together.
He drew Elrond’s robe down his broad shoulders and let it pool at their
feet, his own following shortly after. Then he broke the kiss and stared
into storm gray eyes. Those eyes were wide with shock but dark with
desire. He took Elrond by the hand and led him into the pool towards the
waterfall.
He turned them once they reached the falling water and slowly pushed
Elrond beneath the water came down almost leisurely, feeling more like a
shower and not the pounding force that the other waterfalls throughout
their land were. Erestor ran his fingers through Elrond’s unbound hair and
kissed his chest, flicking a nipple with his tongue as the water slid down
his skin.
“Your Lady has a generous heart,” he whispered. “She loved with an
intensity that belied her small size.”
“She is gone,” Elrond whispered, tilting his head back and letting the
water hit the crown of his head.
“Yes. But she would never have wanted you to mourn her for eternity
Elrond,” Erestor said, sucking on his nipple and drawing a low moan from
his lips, “She would have wanted you to be happy. That is why she released
you from your bond. She loved you too much to keep you chained by it when
she left.”
Elrond’s breath came in short pants as his chief advisor moved down his
body with hot lips and slick tongue. Pleasure flooded through him like the
rush of the water on his skin. Looking down, he caught his breath as
Erestor stared into his eyes. The elf knelt before his, long graceful
hands grasping his hips, his own inky locks slicked back by the water. It
was the most erotic thing Elrond had ever seen. Yet it did not prepare him
for what happened next.
Holding his gaze, Erestor took Elrond’s entire shaft into his mouth. He
smiled when the half elf’s head fell back and he let out a loud cry of
pleasure.
“By the Valar, Erestor,” He panted, his fingers sinking into wet
locks,” What…”
“Shh Elrond,” Erestor purred as his tongue flicked out to lick the head
of his shaft, “Enjoy this. Let go of the past and feel pleasure once
more.”
He resumed his task, licking the length of Elrond’s cock, pressing his
tongue along the vein and then flicking the ridge. He wrapped his long
fingers around the base and squeezed as he felt the tremors race through
Elrond’s body. His lord was close but Erestor wished to drive him further,
to the point where he would not resist flying over the edge of pleasure.
Elrond could not think. His friend’s mouth was doing such wicked things
to his body. He couldn’t form coherent sentences. Only simple words
escaped his lips.
“Erestor,” he groaned his legs shaking as the elf kneeling before him
did something extremely wicked with his tongue. He yelped as he felt a
single finger slip between his buttocks. Groaning low in his chest, Elrond
leaned back and parted his thighs, gripping the rock walls of the
waterfall.
One finger gently inched its way inside, stroking slowly, leisurely
until Elrond pressed down with a moan of pleasure. Then it withdrew and he
whimpered in protest only to gasp when ti was joined by a second in his
passage. So long since he’d felt this sensation and he found he missed it
greatly.
“That’s it Elrond,” Erestor whispered as he breathed against his shaft,
“Let me pleasure you.”
Three now and Elrond was aching for more. They slid in and out of him,
catching that small bundle of nerves that made his body jerk with each
stroke. Water splashed over them, slicking their skin. He was so close to
the edge, he could see it, taste it and he wanted it badly, but…
“Take me Erestor,” he whispered, parting his thighs wider in offering.
Those exquisite fingers stumbled. That wonderful tongue paused in its
licking, “Saes meldir. Bring me back; show me what I have been missing.
Take me, I want to feel your body buried in mine. Here in the waterfall.”
Erector rose to his feet and gathered Elrond into his arms. He claimed
his mouth as he gripped his buttocks and lifted the half elf. Immediately
those strong legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned, his own cock,
hard and aching, pressing against Elrond’s opening.
“Now,” Elrond whispered against his mouth, “Saes.”
He pushed forward, taking his lord in one stroke. It was his turn to
groan as tight heat wrapped around his length, thus far neglected in their
activities. He swallowed Elrond’s moan.
The pace was a bit frantic, each reaching for that place, that sweet
intoxicating place where nothing existed but pleasure. Elrond gripped
Erestor’s shoulders tightly, pushing down on each thrust of the
councilor’s hips.
“So close,” He groaned, nipping at Erestor’s ear.
“Then let go meleth,” Erestor whispered, his own peak pushing against
his control, putting cracks in the wall he had built to contain it until
Elrond had reached his peak.
Hips moving faster, brushing, rubbing and caressing his shaft between
their bodies, Elrond could not take anymore. Throwing back his head once
more he screamed as he spilled his essence against their stomachs. HIs
body clenched tightly, pulling Erestor along behind him. Full, stretched
and loved, that was how he felt as Erestor pumped his seed deep within
him. Wrapping his arms tightly around his lover, he buried his face
against his neck and let it all go.
Slowly Erestor dropped to his knees, still holding his lord. The water
rushed over them both. Release shook their muscles yet still they held on,
reluctant to let each other go.
“Yes Elrond,” Erestor whispered, “Let the water wash it all away. Live
again meleth, live for me.”
“How long?” Elrond mumbled, licking Erestor’s sweat slicked skin, “How
long have you loved me?”
“Forever it seems,” Erestor answered.
“How long will you love me?”
“Until Anor and Ithil no longer travel the sky and all the waters of
Arda have run dry,” Erestor answered sincerely. “I will love you forever
Elrond, you are the keeper of my heart.”
