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Liquid Diamonds	By : redkiwi Category: +Second Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Daybreak lit the Greenwood under a quickly rising sun, as its warm rays slowly began to encroach over the forest land. The once darkness that had wrapped the forest in its dark greys had easily been transformed by the light of the rising sun. And as the dawn progressed, the sky above the forest awoke from a dim canvas of muddled darkness, to a sky of vibrant colors. Rich oranges, pinks and yellows penetrated through the numerous trees and their light cut through their broad leaves. The powerful rays of Anor set the leaves ablaze in their golden wash, and the leaves reflected this strengthening light, taking on the colors of the sun. The forest's flora seemed more vibrant this day, and the leaves were still against the new day's sun. The fauna of the forest seemed more vocal and active this morning, as if they were excited to greet the coming dawn. And the elves who dwelt in the forest were even more busy than was usual, and they moved with a buzz that seemed to reverberate throughout the entire forest, casting their whispers and laughter far into the depths of the awakening forest realm.
Even before the sun had risen, Galion had been busy with the final preparations for the feast. He had endlessly gone over the details in his mind of what still needed to be completed, and he had checked on everyone to ensure that they had completed the tasks that they were responsible for. And even in the darkness before the sun had risen, he had led his group of helpers out into the forest. They were excited about the day's upcoming events, and couldn't contain their anticipation any longer. Perhaps they were inspired by the beauty of the approaching day that they watched slowly transform their forest home. For this sunrise and dawn was one of the most beautiful they had ever seen, and many simply stood and watched in the forest clearing, much to Galion's annoyance, as the sky took on its many colors, and changing as the dawn moved ever on.
Galion had been working for hours already this new day, and he surveyed his surroundings to see just how much work had been done and what still needed to be completed. So much had already been assembled, but yet, there was still so much for them to do. He shook his head, as he ran the list through his mind once more. The perfectionist in him would never be satisfied, even though he knew that he had planned this feast as best as he could. But still, the hours were winding down and soon the time for the feast would be upon them. He just hoped the hours were slow this day, to allow him to complete the vision he had for the feast that Oropher and Thranduil had called for.
Galion let his eyes scan the sky above in the open glade, and was pleased to see that the early morning sky was clear and free from heavy clouds. There shouldn't be any rain this day, he thought, as he studied the sky more intently. The sky was awash in sweeping oranges, pinks, and yellows as the sun was making its rise into the sky. It would be a beautiful day for the feast, he knew, and he smiled at this variable. The whispers from the still forest foretold of a tranquil day. No breezes stirred the leaves, and the early morning was already warming. It was only the inhabitants of the forest that stirred around him, excitement ringing forth from their lips.
He had tarried long enough he knew, and Galion set back to work, eyeing again all that had been done, while organizing in his head the tasks he would complete in the order he wanted. If everything went according to plan they would be finished with their tasks just around two hours before the feast began. That would give him just enough time to refresh himself, and he smiled.
While Oropher had instructed that it was his responsibility to plan and see that the feast was ready, he had been given the evening off. He would not have to work the night of the feast. Galion was excited, since usually he always had to work their feasts and celebrations. But not this night, and his heart beat with the excitement of anticipation.
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Not everyone in the forest had greeted the day with gladness and with joy. Thranduil had woken before the beautiful sunrise to his dark memories. Even though the day of his attack slowly moved into the distant memories of his past, the emotions that he was left with from that day seemed little to dissipate. No force of his will, or even the passing of the days could free him, it seemed. Again he awoke feeling the chocking grip of his terror squeeze around his thoughts, cutting off his airway. It was an invisible malice, both strong and cruel in his mind, powerful enough to inflict its cruelty in physical manifestations. And he gasped, sitting up in his bed, while he blinked his eyes, trying to make sense of what time and place he was currently in. Was he back there in the Greenwood, or was he safe within his own bed? Was he trapped in the circle of orcs who wished for his death, or was he surrounded by the strong protective citadel of his father? Minutes passed and ticked by, while he was still lost in the night terror. He breathed slowly, and finally, he was able to break free from his memories and he felt a delicate peace come over him.
But still, the hours before the breaking dawn were long and cruel to him. He was alone in these hours, and he tried his best to keep those memories from resurfacing. He felt an emptiness in his heart, and a shadow in his mind. And even though the sun was rising, the clear forest morning remained dim to him. It was no longer the attack that held him in terror, and he understood what vexed him so. An evil had risen, and its sight was on the Greenwood.
What manner of peace could he find, with the knowing of just what reached for them? And as he reflected further, he felt his heart beat faster, his mind spin around, and the orc's words of poison crash within his soul. He tried his best to force his breath to stay steady and calm, and he tried relaxing his body. And with all the will that he had he tried to focus his mind on anything other than those memories. There would be a feast tonight. He would see Glorfindel. He could once again look into those beautiful blue eyes and his face beyond the measure of beauty.
But the panic that he felt began to swell within stronger than ever, and it threatened to burst and pull him back into its dark caverns. Thranduil rose in panic, not wanting to succumb to his terror. He fled his rooms, and ran through the halls of his father's home, caring not to stop with the shouts or concerns of the guards who watched him pass. It didn't take him long to reach Galion's chambers, and he ran in the room, not caring to knock.
But Galion was not in, and Thranduil sank to the stone floor, alone and so close to losing the fight within his mind. The orc's words of destruction and death echoed, reverberating like a twisted chorus. But then another clear and commanding voice cut through his mind. The voice was from his father, and the words were clearer now, and drove away the future that the orcs would try to make come to pass. The strength of their people was mightier than the will of Sauron. Thranduil let his heart and mind believe that Oropher had given him a clue in their talk the day before, that he would join the alliance. Oropher wanted him to be a guardian of the forest, and a soldier in their fight.
Thranduil rose, accepting his father's challenge. And just like the breaking of a dam, his worries and fears had been washed away. He felt only resolve instead of panic, strength instead of worry, and the understanding that his dreams and the warning's from the orcs were not set in stone. It was a future that might come to pass, but the details were so foggy and not clear to him. And he understood that with any future, there was always so many variables that could change as the days moved ever on.
With steady and controlled steps, he went back to his room, ready to start the day. For he knew that this day would bring gladness to him, and the forest would come alive with celebrations and joy. With the tidings of war just on the horizon, Thranduil was not sure just when and if they would ever greet a day again with a feast in place. For the orc's warning may very well be the future he would come to know, and the Greenwood would burn and fade into the bitter ashes of
defeat.
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Glorfindel had spent the night in a forced sleep that had lasted only a couple hours. He was not weary, and his heart felt excitement, and with the glad anticipation of finally reuniting with Thranduil once more. He had long been awake before the sun had risen, passing the early hours of the day in watch of the forest. His eyes made out the dark trees, and his ears listened to the nocturnal music of the Greenwood. And with interest and with curiosity, he had watched many of Oropher's people move back and forth from the doors of the citadel as they walked deep into the forest. The inhabitants always took the same path, and Glorfindel guessed that this was the path that would lead to the spot of the feast, deep within the forest.
Now that the morning had broken, and the sun was higher in the sky, Glorfindel decided that he could no longer contain himself. He dressed in his simplest and greenest of garments, and instead of his heavy boots, he wore no shoes, wishing to move as silently as he could through the still dim forest. He had made the journey through the Greenwood, following discretely behind a cook who was carrying a basket of food items. It was only the cook he encountered along the entire trail, and he moved behind him at a sizable distance, making sure to move where he did not ruffle nor disturb the forest coppice below him. His footsteps were silent since he walked over the forest floor gently with his bare feet.
Glorfindel found the spot where the feast would commence, and although he peered behind a broad tree some distance from the spot, he could still see enough of what had been constructed for their celebrations tonight. He was immensely impressed by just how set up the place already was. It was as if Galion and the crew had been working all night, and the more Glorfindel thought about this possibility, the more he knew that Galion probably had.
He watched in the distance as Galion oversaw the details for the feast. He marveled at just how many chairs and tables had been placed in the area, and he expected the whole of the capital to attend. Around the edges of the forest's clearing, canopy covered couches had been placed for lounging or for sitting. The delicate silver fabric rippled in the morning's gentle breezes, so beautiful and delicate looking. Fire pits had been made, and Glorfindel was glad, for he would find a bit of home in this forest setting, recalling his favorite spot in all Imladris; the great burning fire in the Hall of Fire.
Glorfindel moved his eyes more to the open glade, and he saw many barrels of aged wine, and he smiled, for he recalled just how good Oropher's wine tastes were. Next to the barrels were goblets beyond count, and they were all turned down on a long wooden table, rustic, yet touched with the elegance of elven craftsmanship. Behind the goblets were stacked plates and utensils. Above, and strung throughout the trees that circled the forest clearing, were hanging lanterns, numerous, and delicate. Glorfindel could almost imagine how divine the soft glow of the lanterns along with the clear strong moon, and the light of the stars would look upon Thranduil. And he smiled. This night was going to be like no other night.
And with the thought of Thranduil, Glorfindel could feel his heart beat quicker and stronger, and he had to move further behind the tree, for Galion's eyes had moved his way. He steadied his breathing to silence, and he subdued his pounding heart. He heard no footsteps move to him, and after a few moments, he cautiously glanced back to the clearing. Galion was busy with his directions, and had not cared to investigate what he may have heard. And Glorfindel smiled, relieved. But he suddenly felt a little guilt for sneaking an early peak at the feast that was to be held for his honor. He decided now to leave, and pass the hours of the day in some other activity. So he walked away as silently as he had snuck to the spot, minding not to be seen by the busy workers who without pause prepared the feast that would soon commence.

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The day of the feast had passed so slowly, as the wait for the start of dusk was frozen in the cruel and slow beats of time. Glorfindel was not sure just how he had managed to keep his sanity this day, for Thranduil had been impossible to find and Galion had been kept in the busyness of the feast's preparations. So, once again he had found himself caught within his now usual routine of being alone. But the isolation of this day was nothing compared to the aloneness he had felt the last days before. Glorfindel again understood that he had once again had been thrown into the whims of Oropher's intentional madness. Oropher wanted him to crack, but Glorfindel only smiled. Two could play games, and he knew just what it was that would make the stubborn king cringe.
Since Glorfindel had leisure this day, he had spent the afternoon just lounging in the tub. He had requested warm water to be brought, and he had to stifle a laugh at the strange look from the servant whom he had made the request to. Glorfindel had to admit, he would never get tired of the Silvan reactions to him.
While he bathed, he let his thoughts drift to Thranduil, and he could feel his heart yearn with a longing that confused him greatly. He sighed, not so sure if a sweet seduction was in all actuality the correct course of action at this point. He already knew just how much Thranduil wanted to know him, to taste him. He was troubled with not knowing of just how deep this yearning that Thranduil had for him was. Was it simply a need to fulfill a carnal lust or was it something more terrifying with his want for ties?
Glorfindel shuddered. No. He doubted that Thranduil's feelings for him could have developed that quickly and so deeply for him. Surely the yearning that he had seen in his eyes were nothing more than lust. And lust was something that Glorfindel could understand. The more he thought of Thranduil, the more his body seemed to come alive. The warm water had relaxed him, and he had to control the urge to stroke his semi-hardened shaft. Although he could control his body, he little could control his mind, and his thoughts lingered more on just how green and bright Thranduil's eyes were. Green like the bright leaves under a sparkling dew. His mind moved on the planes of the other's face, his high check bones, his smooth alabaster skin. And then the silver hair came into his thoughts, and Glorfindel had the sudden urge to run his fingers through it, to feel just how soft and silken the long tresses really were. He didn't even realize that his own fingers were wound around his golden locks, and he breathed heavy in content, as his mind continued to form the image of Thranduil in his mind.
It was such a contrast he felt this day, from the days that had preceded before. Although he found himself alone to pass the hours, he was able to do so with a happy heart. And he minded to ease his mind, and to relax his spirit, for he very much wanted to reunite with Thranduil in a joyful mood. And this feast was just what he needed to once again find his joy.
Glorfindel only rose from the bath after the water had long turned from a tepid warmness to an almost frigid temperature. He took his time drying off, and he took even longer dressing for the feast. In fact, he had lounged on his bed naked, long limbs sprawling out around him. He kept his window open, along with the doors to the balcony and he inhaled the sweet forest fragrances, along with the wonderful aromas that filtered through the corridors of the citadel from the kitchens. Glorfindel understood that the mouthwatering aromas were for the feast tonight, and they only added to his mounting anticipation for the night.
With all the time in the world, and with no haste in mind, he languidly looked over the little clothing he had brought, wondering what he wanted to wear to the celebration this night. The decision was easy, but he still lingered, looking over the clothing, as if there were a real debate when one was not to be had. He picked the best clothes he had packed, and with slow and paused movements, he dressed himself in a light silvery-blue tunic that reached to his knees in the front, and tapered longer in the back, and dark grey legging. He finished the ensemble with his neatly cleaned and polished boots.
He knew this might be one of his last nights in the Greenwood, although he still did not know when the meeting on alliance would proceed. His intuition told him he would find out tonight. He sighed. Finally, and yet again he would be asked to meet. But this time he couldn't think of a reason as to why the meeting would not commence. Thranduil would remain here, and Oropher would have to receive him. And if Glorfindel understood Oropher from what he had read from the other, the mind games would only continue.. A day of pleasure and enjoyment would then turn to a day of strife and debate. The day for the meeting was soon, he knew. He felt it in his heart, and another layer of excitement was added into his mind.
Glorfindel wondered just what other events would unfold deep in the Greenwood's night, under those hanging lanterns and the open star filled night. He moved out to his balcony, and saw the darkening sky. The sun was setting far off into the west, and had already dipped below the forest's canopy, hours ago. The night was settling over the Greenwood in this time of dusk, and Glorfindel smiled. The knocking at his door told him that the time to join the celebration was now.
The walk through the forest was almost otherworldly, the forest seemed enchanted. Soft gleaming lights were cast and the light danced around the trees and on the forest's floor. Lantern's, fireflies, the moon, and the stars all started to intensify as the dusk turned darker into night. And as Glorfindel approached the feasting area, he saw glowing fires and he heard the sounds of a rhythmic music that was much more primeval than what his ears were use to back home in Imladris. The music grew louder and he finally was standing at the feasting area.
Although he had seen the area earlier, the setting had transformed further. There were four great fires lit around the perimeter of the clearing, each set and burning at equal spacing. The firelight was strong, and gave warmth to the cooling night, and it cast an orangish glow on the area. The lanterns that were hanging in the trees were aglow with a soft light of gold. Moonlight peaked above the forest canopy, for Ithil had not yet ascended to her throne in the night sky. Stars were beginning to unveil themselves from the heavens beyond.
Moving his eyes from the sky, Glorfindel saw table after table piled high with plates, and bowls of food, and with drinks of many kinds. Many of Oropher's people were already gathered and they were clustered in small groups, chatting amongst themselves. They were garbed in beautiful garments, and many were richly decorated with shining gems on their belts and collars. When they caught sight of Glorfindel, many politely greeted him, recognizing that he was the guest of honor. He regarded the smiling eyes of all who greeted him with his own kind and gentle smile. Their eyes told him just how enchanting his was, a vision of beauty and finally an honored guest, someone for whom they could greet with praise instead of their usual scorn or distrust. Glorfindel continued to return their greetings with his usual elegance, but he did not approach them, instead he was content to take the setting in, and absorb it all.
He smiled in recognition when he spotted Galion's along with another, whom Glorfindel knew was her husband. The young child was not with them this night, and in happy reunion, he greeted her and was introduced to Galion's brother-in-law. Galion was not yet at the side of his family, and Glorfindel briefly wondered where he may be. The family stayed and chatted briefly with Glorfindel, for they needed to take their places at the tables, since the time to begin was short at hand.
This forest feast was being held in an incredible setting. And the decorations and setting was even more beautiful under the veil of night than what Glorfindel had seen in the light of the day. The music that had once been lively and rhythmic, slowed now and was softer. It echoed like a haunting melody, winding through the forest like a beautiful wind rustling through the leaves. Glorfindel noticed that a hush now feel on the crowd, and the music softened even more. He turned to see that Oropher and Thranduil had arrived, proceeding to the feast through the forest like tall and grave figures, both mighty and both beautiful, although in very contrasting ways. The people politely bowed their heads in respect to their king, and Thranduil walked behind Oropher now, a few steps back. Oropher came to stand at what Glorfindel could see was the outermost and central point of the feast.
Glorfindel's deep blue eyes rested on Thranduil, who stood next to Oropher. He wore a long dark green tunic, with silver threading. His leggings as well were dark and matched his shoes. His hair was unbraided and he wore a thin mithril circlet on his head. The circlet was so delicate, and it was almost lost against his silver hair. Thranduil was simply stunning Glorfindel concluded, although Glorfindel could still make out the subtle signs of fatigue that was etched deep within Thranduil's eyes. The bruises that had marred his face, so many days ago, were but now faint shadows that were almost lost under the night sky. Glorfindel knew that Thranduil was physically healed, but he wondered over the slightly haunted eyes, and he frowned within, realizing that Thranduil was still battling in his recovery.
Thranduil, for his part, kept his gaze set on Glorfindel's deep blue eyes. To Thranduil, there was simply nothing as captivating as those beautiful sapphire eyes. The lights from the fire and the lanterns seemed to make the deep blue eyes swim with emotion, and those eyes tugged at him. But instead of joy, he only felt the empty longing that haunted his soul, for the beauty he found in Glorfindel's eyes would never be known to him. As close as they had become, Glorfindel was only like the sea to him, crashing and calling, but beyond his reach. Those eyes, like Glorfindel, belonged to a world that was not his to have. And despite the mirthful situation, a heavy sadness like a mountain stone had set into his heart. He wanted to move away from Oropher, closer to Glorfindel, but he knew that soon the dinner would start, and he would be on one side of his father, with Glorfindel soon moving to the seat of honor on the other side of Oropher.
Glorfindel knew he was staring at Thranduil, but he simply did not care to move his gaze. The radiance that was before him caused many eyes to look Thranduil's way, and those eyes as well froze in their staring. Glorfindel could feel a familiar presence stand next to him, and he turned his eyes to Galion, and he smiled to him. Galion was subtle with his smile, and seemed to regard him through guarded and questioning eyes. Glorfindel knew that the other had sensed him earlier this morning, and he very much wanted to thank Galion for the care that he had spent with arranging this feast for him. But a hush had fallen over the forest, and Glorfindel did not want to break it. When he turned his gaze back to Galion, the other was gone, and had taken his place amongst his family.
The gathered took their seats, and Glorfindel was directed to take a seat beside Oropher. A hush spread quickly when Oropher alone remained standing. They all knew he was going to speak and all eyes were turned on him. Glorfindel as well turned his attention to Oropher and away from Thranduil, and watched intently, curious to know how the feast would begin.
Oropher opened the feast with his words of gratitude for the collective vigil the people had kept for Thranduil. He toasted to them and thanked them with sincerity. Glorfindel could see that Oropher's eyes reflected just how grateful he was to his people. His next topic moved to Glorfindel, and Oropher's words rang out loudly into the night, clear and ringing with praise. He recounted the heroism and their collective thankfulness and Glorfindel was surprised with just how polite and sincere the accolades were. He then concluded his speech with the offering of the feast as his and Thranduil's offering of thanks to the people and to Glorfindel. And Oropher raised a toast again to the people and for Glorfindel. Glorfindel slowly raised his glass along with everyone else and drank the sweet and dark red liquid.
The serving of food was not needed, because Galion had planned that each plate was to have already been filled with delicious foods, and the goblets were filled with wine. The people were merry and chatted while they ate. Fair voices blended with the music that played from the many minstrels. Oropher did not speak much to Glorfindel at dinner, but instead was content to listen to the songs that were being sang, and he watched the dancing people who had little interest in dining. Glorfindel could hear from time to time that Oropher spoke with Thranduil. His voice was low, as if he spoke in a whisper in the language of those who dwelled here. He understood that Oropher did this to remind him that he was but an outsider, but nothing would dampen his spirits this night, and he mindfully chose to ignore Oropher's actions.
Instead, Glorfindel enjoyed just how delicious the food was, and he sipped the wine, whose quality could not be matched. He little cared that Oropher ignored him, for he instead watched the dance with interest, his own feet moving under the table in mimic of the steps. He very much wanted to join in, but he understood that he needed to keep his place beside Oropher for now. As part of the King's table, he was bound to remain seated until Oropher gave him his leave.
When the dining part of the feast had ended, Oropher then rose from the table, signifying to Thranduil and Glorfindel that they as well were free to leave and do as they wanted. Glorfindel smiled, glad to finally speak to Thranduil. He tried moving to Thranduil, but either by Oropher's design or because of the strong wine and its strange effects on the forest's inhabitants, many of Oropher's people approached him, uninhibited like never before. They were intent with chatting with him, and they crowded him, as if he was a long lost friend who had only just returned to them. Realizing that he could not move to Thranduil at this time, Glorfindel gave into their wants, smiling and listening to them, and he was glad to know that many spoke to him in a tongue that he could understand.
Glorfindel found them all to be friendly and jovial, and their infectious songs and hearts of mirth lightened his own heart. He could understand why Oropher was so cautious and protective of his people. The wood-elves were fun, and they cared not to guard their smiles during times of celebrations. They sang and danced, and were to Glorfindel, the true treasures of the forest. He saw them shine bright like jewels as they danced and sang deep in the forest.
And as the night wore on, many more of Oropher's people surrounded Glorfindel, and they were intent on teaching him their songs. Glorfindel found that he could do little but oblige, and to their delight, he was quick to pick up their ancient words. His voice soon rang out, the melodies flowed within him, and the words suddenly became known to him. He could tell that they were singing ancient songs, from a time long ago, before the Valar had came to their lands. The praise of the arcane forest and of the stars wove in and out with tales of ages that had passed long ago. They were both peaceful and terrible, mighty and mild, joyful but also woeful. The songs were very much like the Greenwood itself, filled with duality. He found he liked the songs and their unusual melodies, that were so very different and strange to what he was use to, yet still very much elven and as such, so very familiar to him.
And after they had sang, the people then bid him to dance with them. The earlier steps he had mimed when he ate, he now danced with them, arms linked in a chain. And together they danced around the forest clearing, through the trees and around the fires, weaving long and merrily. As he danced, Glorfindel was able to catch Thranduil's gaze. Thranduil smiled at him happily, and amusement was painted on his face. But then the dance took a sudden turn, and Glorfindel's eyes were opened to the trees of the forest, and for a while, it was as if an empty void had settled into his heart. The music took on an even livelier beat now, and again he felt joy. Infectious, the melody filled his entire body, and his soul vibrated with the rhythm, but still, his he very much wanted to be at Thranduil's side.
As he continued to dance, Glorfindel could scarcely remember when he had felt so carefree. He was full of strong wine and good music filled his ears. It was almost as if the strife of the world had never penetrated here, and the threat of Sauron was but a distant memory to him, and almost entirely erased from his soul this night. The dance finally ended, and Glorfindel was very thirsty, and he drank deep a goblet of wine that had been handed to him by one of the servers. As he
drank, his eyes searched out for Thranduil, trying to find him amongst the crowed. He saw many faces with bright eyes, and happy lips that smiled and joyful hands that clapped. But he could not find his friend in the crowd, and he wondered if Thranduil was still here.
Glorfindel's attention was snapped back to the music, and he noticed that the songs they sang turned ever sillier. He wondered if the wine was influencing the music, and he smiled, forgetting his anxiety regarding Thranduil. Their songs praised the punctuality of the night stars, they praised the girth of the trees, they praised the age of the wine, and the lack of hair in the food of the feast. From time to time, they sang of the deeds of Oropher and Thranduil, silly anecdotes that were not disrespectful, but were funny and light hearted. And then they turned the focus of their songs on Glorfindel. Glorfindel smiled wide when he realized that they were singing of the strangeness of his golden-hair, which they compared affectionately to that of dandelions and of butter, and also of his bright blue eyes, which they likened to the sweeping skies of summer, and the stains of wild berries on their white garments.
As the night wore on, the informal feasting continued and some of the dancers now took their seats to indulge in the overflowing tables piled with food and drink. It was as if the food and drink were infinite this night. The music carried on, more subdued now, but it still drifted on through the forest. In this less hectic part of the feast, Glorfindel could finally make out where Thranduil stood. The other was speaking with Galion and his family, and although engaged, he seemed so distant, so troubled, and even though he had healed, Glorfindel could feel that he had changed. His eyes seemed less vibrant, haunted even, and Glorfindel could understand why. Since Thranduil was speaking with his friends, Glorfindel did not want to interrupt their moment together. He seated himself on a chair, and breathed in the fragrant scents of the forest.
Thranduil had caught Glorfindel's eyes and he knew that as the night would wear on, and the flowing wine would almost be exhausted, that he would have his time alone with Glorfindel. But not just yet. The knowing of desires was best experienced when patience was almost exhausted. And although that time was near, it was just not yet. Tonight he would use the forest to weave his spells on Glorfindel and together they would finally know each other truly this night. He felt excitement rise in his heart, and he felt such anticipation that he smiled deep, as if he was trying to seduce Glorfindel with that smile. He grabbed the wine goblet that Galion handed to him, and he ignored the strange look his friend was giving him. He drank from it deeply, as if the sweet nectar would somehow cause everyone else to fade away, leaving just him and the object of his desire alone so he could commence with his plan. But of course, when he tilted the goblet down and opened his eyes to the feast around him, his wish had not been granted. It was just not so, and he could only smile again. Patience was easier practiced when the object of one's desire was not in the mix.
As the night continued to pass, it did so tenderly, with its gentle arms embracing the feasting elves. The breezes were light and infrequent, and brought no cold to the mild night. Laid bare, the vast mantle of the stars twinkled above with their vibrant silver lights, framed by the circle of the dark forest canopy. Beneath the stars, many of Oropher's people gathered and their faces were turned up into the star fields above. And Glorfindel turned his gaze from the stars until they settled back on Thranduil, who was still standing in the midst of many people, although he seemed detached from them. His eyes were downcast, and he seemed to merely listen instead of partaking in the chatter, and when the others would lift their gazes to the stars, Thranduil did not. Thranduil's actions tugged at Glorfindel, who frowned, despite the joyous mirth around him.
Glorfindel's patience was finally exhausted, and he took a step towards Thranduil, but was stopped when Oropher approached him. Of course he thought, thinking that Oropher must have planned to intercept him the moment he moved towards Thranduil.
"I hope this night has been to your liking. From what I have observed, it seems that you have." Oropher's gaze froze Glorfindel, who stopped, and acted his best to be surprised that Oropher would care to make small talk with him.
"My spirit is much lighter and the woes I had felt are now forgotten. I do thank you for the hospitality that has been shown and given to me this day. Your people are delightful, the food was delicious, and the wine superb. The songs have forever imprinted their beautiful melodies onto my heart, and the forest's beauty will forever remain etched into my mind."
Oropher did not comment on the response, and ever being one who preferred to get straight to the point, he moved the topic of conversation on to what suited him now. "Tomorrow we will met at the hour of nine to discuss your King's call for alliance. You shall have your answer soon regarding the Greenwood's position, and then the road home will open up to you."
Glorfindel smiled, but he frowned within, as he thought about just how little time he had left in these lands. He had expected these words, but he did his best to mask this. He watched as Oropher studied him, and when he realized that Glorfindel meant not to respond, he moved his gaze, as if the brightly twinkling stars called to him, demanding his attention. And Oropher seemed to relax, as if he had finally come to accept that he would truly hear and listen to Glorfindel's call for alliance.
There would be no more games, Glorfindel understood from the tones of the words and from Oropher's body language. He decided not to respond to Oropher's statement. Instead, he stood on by Oropher, letting his gaze linger more on him. Oropher seemed to have transformed this night, under the bright stars and the joyful feast. He seemed less cold, with a gentle face, and his eyes were soft and they reflected the star-field night. Instead of the cold harshness that Glorfindel was use to, a subtle light could be seen in those green orbs, but Glorfindel was not sure if the light was from within Oropher, or was instead only a reflection from the silver stars above. And Glorfindel could not tell if Oropher perceived his stare, or if the stars had simply swept him off to some other time, and he was lost now, deep within his memories.
The music shifted from the gentle melodies that rolled off the harps to that of more uptempo and lively melodies. And the whole of the forest sprung alive again, as if the fatigue that accompanied a late growing night had disappeared. The voices from Greenwood's children joined in with the song in a unified chorus, and their ringing voices filled the forest night once more. Glorfindel had been handed another goblet of wine before he realized it, so he drank the sweet liquid with a thirst he did not realize he had. The strong wine was not too sweet and eased his spirits further. He licked the bottom of his lip, and his tongue slightly tingled. He felt a pleasant ease from the wine wash over him, surprised a little with just how potent this wine actually was.
Feeling relaxed and content, he moved his gaze beyond Oropher and over to where Thranduil stood. Thranduil was alone now, and was also drinking wine. He watched as Thranduil took a long slow drink, and once he had brought the goblet from his lips, he too let his gaze drift into Glorfindel's eyes. His silver hair shone underneath the strong light from the stars and moon in the forest clearing, and his green eyes reflected the dancing flames of a nearby fire, and they beckoned to Glorfindel, willing with the light that reflected deep in the orbs for him to come to him now.
And Glorfindel could do no other but oblige to the request, moving slowly through the other feasting people until he was beside Thranduil.
"I apologize that I could not thank you for all that you did for me when I needed you most." Thranduil spoke to him the first words he had said to him since they had parted ways so many days before. "I wanted so badly to have you join me, to allow the visits that you wanted to give me. But not even I can match Oropher's will."
Glorfindel smiled at Thranduil, pleased to hear his sweet voice again. "I am glad to reunite with you for conversation, and my heart rejoices to be in your presence again." Glorfindel said with a smile across his face. To Glorfindel, the music seemed to mute and the others around them faded from his sight, as if it were just he and Thranduil here alone. Not even the piercing glare from Oropher could be perceived and it entered not into Glorfindel's perception or mind.
Thranduil returned the smile, and the shadows that had covered his face had passed. Be it the wine, the joyous celebrations, or the beautiful forest and stars, Thranduil was not sure what caused the haunting memories that lingered just at the edge of his perception to flee. He was grateful for the change, and his eyes held the showing of his warmth for Glorfindel.
"My friend." His shining green eyes pulled Glorfindel even closer to him. "I have missed you in my days of healing. How wrapped in the long sands of time were those days in which I could not see you. I offer the apologies of one who was just as frustrated as you were. In the days of healing, I would have liked to have seen your face and had your company, for I missed you dearly."
"The apology is not on you to give for what occurred these last few days." Glorfindel smiled sincerely to Thranduil. "We are limited on our time together now, and the night is not too old yet. There is plenty of time for our enjoyment of each other's company and I believe it would do our hearts good to focus not on past grievances. It is almost as if I have cast all the troubles of our times aside, and all that remains in my mind is the good that I still manage to find in these dark days. My heart feels no worry or dread. I have forgotten just when was the last time I felt such a peace."
"A beautiful illusion." Thranduil's rich voice lamented in response. "And illusions are most unsatisfying."
"This is true, but let us just tonight forget what waits for us on that fast approaching horizon. My eyes can little reflect just how joyful my heart is to be united with you again."
"Yes." Thranduil answered, smiling more. "Gladly will I give into the illusion of this night. And what has passed and what will come, is no longer on my mind. Not this night, will even my dreams penetrate to my perception to haunt me with their subtle dread. My soul is light and without disquiet, and even more gladness swells in my heart as I am once again drawn nearer to you."
Glorfindel took in the words and he knew as well that all the disenchantment that had gripped him through the last few days had completely vanished. And he vowed as well to take those words to heart for as long as he could. With this vow, he decided not to mention the news of the morning's council, for if Thranduil was indeed invited, Oropher would have also told him by now.
Thranduil's eyes were bright, and the joy he felt at being with Glorfindel again was evident in his smile. He motioned for Glorfindel to follow him, and the two went and seated themselves on a couch under a silvery translucent canopy that was seated underneath the forest's leaves and not in the open glade. The fabric, at times, caught the dancing light of the glowing fires and shone in silver ripples against the dark forest canopy.
As the night went ever on, the two conversed, elated at their reunion, and they laughed and joked as if they had never been separated, and as if near disaster had never came between them. Thranduil finally rose, and stretched his lithe body out in the waining night. And if suddenly possessed his wicked eyes turned to Glorfindel, and they both dashed off, deep into the forest.
Although many people had already left to rest for the remainder of the night, some remained, content to celebrate deep into the late night. Oropher had left already along with his counsellors and the lords of the realm. And most of the people who lingered in the night were drowsy and relaxed, lounging on the many couches and on the forest floor. Galion was still alert and his piercing eyes regarded and watched Thranduil and Glorfindel from afar. But he did not follow
them when he saw them dash off into the forest, as if they were both driven by a voice that was not audible to him.
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Glorfindel was not really sure what started it. Perhaps it was the seductive smile, the yearning glance, the subtle flash of an elegant neck exposed. Perhaps it was the star-filled night, the fragrant breezes that gently stirred the leaves, or perhaps it was the potent wine that had caused him to erase all worries and misgivings. Perhaps it was simply nothing more than the longing he felt, beating in his heart, urging him closer to that sweet madness of surrender.
He was not really sure who started it, who lured who deep into the forest where intoxicating fragrances filled their senses. The trees grow denser and broader, the leaves hung low, and the coppice grew heavier as they moved further into the forest away from the celebrations. The forest grew darker in the late night, wrapping them in its density that blocked out the stars and the moon, enchanting them even further with its dark beauty.
Glorfindel was not sure who chased who now, perhaps he was the hunter, perhaps he was the prey. Perhaps their dance around the trees was more than just a game, but instead was the lure they had been resisting with their earlier flirtations and the doubts of trepidation. But now this dance that moved them around and through the forest filled them with a fervor that could not be subdued. Both could feel their hearts burn to fire, and they both realized what was happening. There would be no more denial of the yearning and desire they had for each other. They circled, they wound, they danced around the trees all the while pulling each others gazes with the temptations of their want.
And when pause they finally did, Glorfindel could see Thranduil's lips curved wider into a smile that lit his entire face, and he revealed his beautiful soul through his eyes. Glorfindel returned the smile while he moved swiftly around the trees, keeping time with Thranduil. The trees were dark, and the leaves whispered in the breezes that blew this late night. Although the forest was dark, the strong moon light that spilled down into the openings of the forest canopy would illuminate them when they passed into it. Glorfindel followed the shining emerald eyes and flowing sliver hair ever deeper into the forest, as if he followed that phantom from his dream.
And to where Thranduil led him, Glorfindel was not sure. They could have moved further into the forest and were now dancing along its edges, or they could have wound themselves right back to the waining feast. Thranduil went left and right, back and forth and Glorfindel felt dizzy, and lost within the forest. And when he thought he had lost Thranduil, the other's gentle laughter drew him on, until he caught the reflection of silver, deeper into the forest where he danced.
And Glorfindel was not sure just when he found himself laying on the forest floor with Thranduil. But there he was, staring into the deep green eyes of the other illuminated softly under the beams of the moon that shone through the leaves. Whatever had pulled him, it hardly mattered now. The craven desire that burned from his soul stifled everything else. There was no yesterday, no tomorrow to him, just the now of today, and those deep emerald eyes, the silken hair of mithril, the long fingers of alabaster that reached out for him, pulling him down to him.
"Are you rushing this?" Glorfindel finally asked through his breaths, wanting to make sure that Thranduil was ready for this. The other's eyes and body language revealed his want, but Glorfindel was not so sure about Thranduil's mind. He had seen the shadows of his torment still imprinted upon his soul earlier this night, and he wanted to make sure that Thranduil was ready.
Thranduil nodded, smiling wider. "I have desired you with a fervor I never knew I had until I met you. It has burned in me, welling in me, consuming me. I desire you more than I should, my dear Glorfindel. I want this, and I am ready now to know this sweet but maddening dance we have denied ourselves in these long days. I am finding that you have a way of moving through my heart like no other."
And with those words, it was Glorfindel who took it further, reaching over to cup Thranduil's face, and he moved his fingers delicately over the smooth and soft planes of his face. He saw just how gently Thranduil looked at him, his bright eyes brimming with his desire. And Glorfindel could feel his heart beat faster with his own yearning. He threw all of his trepidation aside.
Surrender, Glorfindel's entire being told him. Surrender to this sweet madness. And Glorfindel was ready to do just that, ready to finally lose himself in the deep green depths of Thranduil's eyes and taste upon his lips all the Thranduil had to offer. He was ready to hold him close, and feel his way along the long and lithe body, and finally realize that dream that had tempted him countless nights ago when he had first set out for the Greenwood.
Thranduil's deep emerald eyes were wild and hungry in their need for him, but he was restrained even with his desire that burned so strongly in his eyes. His eyes pulled Glorfindel closer to him, enticing him to lean in. Their faces were close. Neither spoke, for their eyes revealed the truest of their desires for each other. And they held each other within their gazes, frozen in this moment.
It was Glorfindel who started the kiss, so delicate at first, almost hesitant like the gentle breezes that could barely ruffle the forest's leaves around them. Glorfindel let his lips linger next to Thranduil's, inhaling, feeling the other so close to him. It was as if the entire forest was silent, and frozen in this time they shared. Not even the distant music that played ever on from the feast could penetrate to his or Thranduil's perception. Glorfindel again kissed Thranduil, and soon, their emotions roared to life and their kisses deepened, growing ever with their escalating want.
Glorfindel swore he could feel all the emotions that stormed within Thranduil's heart, pouring out in the yearning kiss. The taste was so sweet, so needy, so joyful, and dripped heavy with a passion that surprised them.
Glorfindel found himself no longer wanting to battle or resist the sweet temptation that had haunted him throughout his stay here. The night was too intoxicating and the other below him was beyond sensuous. Thranduil wanted this, and his eyes relayed to Glorfindel all of his desires. He saw the emerald eyes close, before he moved in for another kiss. Thranduil's kisses were intoxicating, his mouth was sweet and still held the sweet nuances of the feast's strong and delicious wine. The kiss continued, as they tasted each other, yearning to connect and experience the full emotions of each others' hearts that fueled their kiss.
Surrender. This was where Glorfindel now found himself. He ran his fingers through silver silken strands that were so soft to his touch, while he continued to kiss those luscious lips that still tasted of that sweet wine from the feast. And when the kiss broke he stared into those deep emerald eyes that reflected Thranduil's passion and deep desire. This was such madness to surrender, such madness to burn for someone so strongly that he knew he could never truly have. And the madness of it all was that he knew he could not resist. He was fully bewitched and enchanted, and he felt the personification of his wants flame within his groin. Such madness this all was!
The heavy dewy scent from the Greenwood aroused him further, and Thranduil suddenly sat upright, letting his wicked smile widen further. When Thranduil removed his tunic and exposed his bare chest, Glorfindel's arousal deepened. He felt his leggings tighten, his growing erection became evident and dampened the cloth. The beauty of Thranduil was never lost on Glorfindel. But as he stripped and the strong moon light illuminated his skin, Glorfindel could do no other but than worship him. His breathing grew heavy the more his eyes roamed over Thranduil, and he let a slight gasp escape his lips that was carried away in the night's breezes.
But the faint sound was not lost on Thranduil, who let an impish smile spread on his face. He had healed nicely and only faint bruises painted his torso. Unlike the last inspection, Glorfindel wanted to let his hungry hands and fingers roam over his chest, exploring fully Thranduil's body. And he reached for the soft skin, almost timidly. But before he could make contact, Thranduil had taken ahold of his hand, teasing him ever with that wicked smile.
"You will be mine tonight, and I will enjoy every second of this."
"As will I, my dear Glorfindel."
Glorfindel took the Thranduil's hand, and with a little push, moved him back down to the forest floor. Thranduil released his hands, and Glorfindel let his fingers and hands message the soft skin, no longer hesitant with his exploration, completely engrossed with the tone of the muscles, and the way the moonlight looked upon his skin. The skin beneath his touch was warm, but as his fingers continued exploring, the skin grew even warmer, and even in the moon light, Glorfindel could see the blush that spread across the entire body that was beneath him. Glorfindel knew it was he who had control now, and he understood that it was not just himself who had surrendered. Thranduil had completely surrendered to his touch, even though his eyes tried to dictate to Glorfindel what he wanted him to do.
Glorfindel's eyes and hands paused over the healing and fading bruises on his neck and face, and he kissed those tenderly. He looked almost whole again, and the faint bruises were fading. And he moved his fingers over his chest, feeling the toned muscles, letting his hands rest on the beating heart that pounded almost in rhythm with the distant music beyond them. The beating heart made his own heart race harder and he could feel more blood heat his groin.
Thranduil as well felt his body come alive and almost to fire as Glorfindel's fingers continued to work his body. He shuddered within and hissed when Glorfindel's mouth came to his nipple, biting it teasingly, drawing it out into hardness. His tongue swirled around one, while his wicked fingers manipulated the other. Enjoying the pleasurable sensations, Thranduil too let his fingers roam over Glorfindel's body, finally feeling and messaging the strong muscles that he had craved to touch and know since he had first seen Glorfindel. The strong body felt amazing to his touch, and the light moans Glorfindel made were effectively erotic.
Thranduil increased his wicked smile, while he finished removing the rest of his clothing. He wanted Glorfindel's hungry eyes to ravish his form and those blue eyes did just that. He sat fully exposed to Glorfindel, moving his body into the moonlight that shone down strongly even though the night was growing later. The moon seemed to grow much brighter now, and the stars as well, casting enough light so the two could worship each other.
Slowly Glorfindel let his eyes travel over Thranduil's body that he was offering so freely to him. And he moved his mouth to where his eyes had once gazed. He kissed along Thranduil's neck, placing gentle kisses up and down the neck, letting Thranduil know that he was the one who would be leading their dance now. It would be Thranduil whose body he would work, and it would be he who would have to surrender now.
And Thranduil leaned back while he let the kisses set his body ablaze, letting Glorfindel fully control him. He felt his arousal grow as he thought about his complete surrender to Glorfindel, yearning so much for the other to control and posses him. Letting himself give into the moment, Thranduil let soft moans escape his lips, as he let the sensations fully wash over him.
Thranduil's cock grew heavy between his legs as it began to swell more, and it teased and beckoned to Glorfindel. It took all of his control not to just capture it in his hands. But no, this dance was just beginning. There would be more to the building of Thranduil's desire. Glorfindel wanted him to completely come undone for him before the night was over. Thranduil may have been a master of seduction, but he was the master of passion. Thranduil had no idea what was in store for him. Glorfindel's mouth moved, and he began to kiss and suck on Thranduil's ears. Theywere growing flush and Thranduil moaned more, letting himself give in to the caresses and touches.
Glorfindel let Thranduil remove his tunic and he felt the sweet and gentle messages that Thranduil now gave to him with such tenderness, as if Thranduil were beholding and touching the rarest of gems. Although it was Glorfindel's desire to please Thranduil this night, he relaxed and was content to let Thranduil work his body. And Thranduil's nimble hands began to work Glorfindel's body until Glorfindel changed his mind.
"No." Glorfindel moaned through the wonderful touch that was bringing him such pleasure. "Lay back. I want to please you this night. Relax, and let me bring forth those wants you have painted for me through your eyes, and let me finally set your desires free. I have found my peace in this surrender, and my heart wants you to feel pleasure. Let me give to you what you have so wanted, and I can replace that day you came to know terror, with something that is much more beautiful." Glorfindel was used to taking charge, and he very much wanted to replace the shadows he had seen deep in Thranduil's eyes.
Thranduil laughed at Glorfindel's words, but if this was what it took to get him to finally surrender to his advances, then so be it. There was nothing Glorfindel could do to save him or the Greenwood from the winds of war, but Thranduil snapped his mind shut on those thoughts, annoyed that his mind moved to that topic. He sighed within, and was glad when Glorfindel brought his attention back to his responsive and hungry body.
Thranduil didn't reply, but smiled only with intrigue in his eyes, submitting to Glorfindel's request, eager once more to feel those hands upon him. With no further beckoning, he leaned back onto the soft leaves and green fragrant ferns, and he closed his eyes and listened to the distant music and the rustling leaves above him. And with closed eyes, his senses heightened and he felt the slight tingle of his skin as Glorfindel's hands hovered over him, touching and moving over his sensitive body.
Glorfindel withdrew his hands from Thranduil's body, only so he could finish removing the rest of his clothes. He very much needed to free himself from the clothing that he felt was too restrictive, and it was far too tight around his throbbing erection. His hardened flesh was sensitive, responsive, weeping with his need, and he saw Thranduil's hungry eyes look him over when he had fully unclothed himself. And Thranduil seemed to leap onto him, kissing him with a hunger. The two held the kiss long.
Glorfindel pulled back, gasping through the feelings of pleasure and the arousal that flamed through his body. His heart was pounding, beating, and he felt as if the excitement of desire set Thranduil awash in its manifestations. He saw as Thranduil's eyes shone bright with his own deep passions, brimming as shinning and glistening jewels. A yearning flamed more in Glorfindel than he was comfortable with acknowledging, but it undeniably was there. He suppressed the feelings again, as best he could, and he had to repeat in his mind that this desire was akin to a delusion, something that could never come to pass. For he understood with a sad clarity that this fling he would know with Thranduil could only ever be fleeting. And Glorfindel hoped that Thranduil understood this truth as well. But he was not so sure, as he stared intensely into the other's eyes, so full of the joys of his passion.
He pulled him down and again and their mouths united in another bruising kiss. He moved his hands through his long and soft silver hair. Glorfindel let his fingers roam further down Thranduil's body, tracing gentle messages from his neck to his firm bottom. He let his fingers and hand message deeper into the tight muscles there, electing a a moan of pleasure from Thranduil. His strong hands continued to massage the perfect round checks before his long finger started to trace the outer ring of Thranduil's entrance. But Glorfindel stopped, as if he suddenly wondered what he could use to ease the breaching of the muscle.
Thranduil's gentle laughter rang like chimes, and from his discarded clothes he pulled from an inside pocket a small bottle of oil. He had come prepared, very much wanting and hoping that his seduction would lead Glorfindel to this moment. And it had worked. When he had dressed and prepared for this feast, he had made sure to bring the vial of oil with him. His laugh chimed more, almost in wicked amusement when he saw Glorfindel's wide eyes narrow in his realization.
"Oh you are a most wicked creature." Glorfindel joined in with the laughter. "Tell me truly, was it you or this forest who has ensnarled me this night, luring me out to the peril of my heart?"
"I would say that it was a flash of desire deep in your eyes that called to me. It is you who have bewitched me, my dear Glorfindel. And I would do no other but to surrender to your lure."
"We both have finally come to this agreement and I very much am glad. My heart had little found such joy. I will enjoy this night, and I will enjoy this liaison with you. Even if our time together may soon be coming to close, I will gladly open myself up to you."
"You speak of the alliance, but let us not speak of what we will debate tomorrow. Instead move your eyes over me, and give me what I have wanted so much from you. Oh how I have craved your touch and have wondered more than I should just what your taste would be like. I want to know now all that you have to offer."
And Thranduil's words beckoned more to Glorfindel and his wanton display of his desire was a like a mighty flood that washed over him, and poured through his limbs and to his groin. The forest wrapped them in its arms, and seemed to Glorfindel was just like the image had had dreamt of so many nights ago. He was deep within the Greenwood, naked as day, reaching and touching that phantom who had danced with him, and again, like he had felt in his dream. He felt his soul rise free and high, almost as if he was dancing on the very tops of the forest canopy with the blazing stars and moon lighting the path that he followed. The forest seemed to spin, he was dizzy within the deep greens of the forest leaves, and he couldn't take his eyes off the sparking emeralds that were Thranduil's eyes.
Thranduil too could feel the enchantment of the forest, and its essence swelled within his heart, pulsing through him. He smiled and pulled Glorfindel in for a kiss, and placed into his hand that vial of oil. "Please." he said when he had broke the kiss. "Continue on."
Glorfindel did not break his gaze with Thranduil, while had coated his hands in the oil. He watched as Thranduil moved back again, moving his legs for better access. Glorfindel smiled, and he ran his finger over the entrance, while he moved his eyes back to the other. Thranduil smiled at him and his eyes swam with his wanton desire. He closed his eyes, and a small gasp escaped his lips when he felt Glorfindel's oily finger push slowly in.
Thranduil relaxed as best he could, despite the pounding of his heart. Although he was no virgin, he rarely ever allowed his flirtations to ever get this far, and he certainly had never allowed anyone to touch him like this, in this spot. It was he who had always dominated his very few lovers. But the way that Glorfindel was touching his body, caused him to want his exploration and touches to never stop. He wanted Glorfindel's finger to keep pushing into his body, and he was enjoying the strange and new sensation that was pulsating through his body.
The first painful sensations had quickly changed to feelings of strangeness, and as Glorfindel showily pushed further in, the feeling shifted to an erotic pleasure. He wanted this with Glorfindel, his body and heart needed it. Enthralled by the music far off in the forest, and the magic of the Greenwood forest which seemed to cast such fragment aroma, Thranduil almost felt dizzy with the want that swelled within him.
"Does this please you?" Glorfindel asked, wondering at the sudden tension he felt in Thranduil, and the emotions that were painted on his face.
"Do not stop." Thranduil opened his legs wider, wanting Glorfindel to continue on. His heart pounded, the forest floor was soft with ferns and leaves and soft delicate grasses, and he leaned back closing his eyes and arching his back and neck. Thranduil could feel his heart beat faster than it ever had before. It almost drowned out everything else, as well as muting all the swirling thoughts that raced through his mind. The realization of knowing Glorfindel was beyond his greatest expectations. The knowing burned itself into his heart, almost as if a flaming dagger had scalded it with its deadly pierce. And all that Thranduil could do was smile in his joy.
Thranduil's pleading and desperate voice was almost more than Glorfindel could handle. He grew only more aroused, and he coated more of his fingers with the oil., barely able to contain his own desire. But before he moved his fingers back to Thranduil's bottom, he wickedly began to stroke Thranduil's erection, teasing the weeping head with masterful strokes. He smiled, pleased with himself, when he heard the cries of pleasure from Thranduil. The other was completely under the control of his touch, and his face was awash in the beauty of his pleasure, flushed and mouth open with his groans. So beautiful, Glorfindel thought.
He continued the stroking, but realized that Thranduil was far too close to coming undone, so he stopped, and moved his hand away from his erection. He almost laughed when Thranduil's groans turned to those of protest, but the time for release was not yet to be had.
"Relax now and breathe." Glorfindel warned Thranduil before he moved more fingers into his bottom. Once he saw that Thranduil did as he had requested, he slowly began to work Thranduil's virgin entrance again. He felt as Thranduil moved his hips back against the long and probing fingers, and he could see that Thranduil's arousal responded more, liquid escaping along the heated slit. Glorfindel could hardly contain himself, and he sped up the preparation, simply not caring to drag this on any longer. The dance of their flirtation had dragged on through his stay here, and now that he was so close to finally knowing the sweetest treasure in all of Greenwood, his vast patience had been exhausted.
Glorfindel coated his length with more oil, and he was ready to complete his surrender. He leaned in, and met Thranduil's lips for a passionate kiss.
"Relax now. I promise I will not hurt you." Glorfindel sated.
Thranduil already trusted him fully, but he listened and took the words to heart. They were so gentle, so caring, and hinted at the unknown sensations that he would soon be experiencing. Thranduil relaxed when Glorfindel finally entered him, slowly, pausing before he pushed further in, waiting for Thranduil to grow accustomed to the stretch and feeling of penetration. Thranduil arched his head back, and closed his eyes tighter as he tried to relax further and grow accustomed to the feeling of Glorfindel deep within him. He exhaled when Glorfindel finally pushed himself all the way in, and he opened his eyes.
Glorfindel himself, had been with just a few lovers before, but it had been years since he had last felt the pleasure of another. He started moving in and out, slowly, building the pleasure for him and Thranduil, who was rolling his hips with each thrust that he took. His rhythm was slow at first, and he pushed gently in and out, trying to find the spot that would make Thranduil come undone. He knew he finally had found it when Thranduil moaned louder. The incredible heat and tightness was almost too much for Glorfindel, and he had to remind himself to grab ahold of Thranduil's erection, pumping him in time with his own thrusts, intent on bringing them closer to their orgasms together.
"Glor….fin…delllllllllll." Thranduil moaned, losing himself more in the pleasure he felt. It was beyond what he could imagine, and no coherent thoughts could form within his mind. He moved his hips, meeting the thrusts, working his strong muscles in a wicked circle, using his instinct and what he knew had pleased him in the past. Glorfindel's thrusts had built from slow at first, to faster, maddening in the waves of ecstasy he felt. It was better and more than he could have ever imagined. And Glorfindel knew just how to work his body, penetrating him in a manner that made his mind explode, and threatened to set his body ablaze.
The thrusts continued, and their combined moans carried out into the forest until it was drowned within the distant music still being played for the remaining elves who lingered at the feast. Their moans escalated into gasps and louder moans that grew with their mounting orgasms into the rustling leaves that blew in the breezes, out into the dark night sky above the forest canopy. And both Glorfindel and Thranduil felt that they rose into those very star fields, up above the forest, into a place where their bodies flamed alive and their hearts burst open. They rode the waves of their mounting release, gasping, crying out their pleasure. Finally the pleasure that they felt was beyond what they could control, and together they burst and screamed out their release, Glorfindel into his lover and Thranduil onto Glorfindel's hand and his stomach.
Glorfindel collapsed atop Thranduil, breathing in deep and quick gasps as he rode the aftermaths of his release. He could hear Thranduil's heart pounding in his chest, reminding Glorfindel of the earlier rhythm from the music that had been played at the feast. It was steady and strong, fast and slowly calming to a gentler cadence. When he had collected himself, he moved closer to Thranduil's face, and kissed him tenderly, sensuously and slowly, relaying just how much the other meant to him. Thranduil responded to the kiss, and Glorfindel could taste all of the emotions within Thranduil. He rolled beside him, and took the other into his strong embrace, holding him tight, as if the other were nothing but a dream that would disappear if he opened his eyes.
"That…was…. amazing." Glorfindel finally stated, and he felt a little dumb that he couldn't think to say anything more eloquent and that could adequately describe all the pleasure that Thranduil had brought to him.
"Indeed it was. It was more than I had imagined. Your taste and feel is beyond what I thought was possible."
"Glad to know that I did not disappoint you. I did not know I fueled your fantasies." Glorfindel laughed.
"Fantasies?" Thranduil questioned. "Deep within, I always knew that I would have a taste of you. I liked your taste very, very much."
Glorfindel laughed further, not surprised with Thranduil's words. Glorfindel imagined that Thranduil typically got what he desired, and since the day that he had arrived, he could tell that Thranduil had yearned for him. This was fine with Glorfindel, just as long as Thranduil did not let himself fall too deeply for him.
"And as did I, my dear Thranduil."
Thranduil closed his eyes and he breathed deep the musky smell of Glorfindel. His strong arms pulled him in now into a warm embrace, and he relaxed within the warm strong arms. In his relaxation, he allowed his breathing to match Glorfindel's, who seemed as if he was ready to pass into sleep. The forest was serene, and the dewey ground was soft. Thranduil stirred a little, sitting up to scan the forest. He knew they would be safe this night in the forest, for the whispers from the trees were as soft as a lullaby, causing a peace to settle with their words of safety to him.
Thranduil leaned once more into the warmth of Glorfindel's open arms, gladly as he was very weary in his mind and body. He whispered to Glorfindel for a peaceful sleep to find him. The late night was heavy on the forest now, and even the moon's strong light was waining and the stars blazed on but their light could not penetrate through the leaves now. The heavy darkness seemed to call to him, pulling him closer to slumber. It was all too much for him to battle; the exhaustion he felt after his release and the realization of his heart's desire pulled him under.
"Sweetest dreams, my dear Glorfindel." He murmured, soft as a lullaby.
Glorfindel smiled, and returned the wish of a peaceful and good sleep, and he too was ready to settle into slumber although he was not overly weary. But he could sense Thranduil's weariness and he as well was content now to fall into reverie beside him. Although the night was not too chilly in this early summer, Glorfindel pulled over them his long tunic, thinking that the soft fabric would further bring comfort to Thranduil. He could see that the other passed into slumber and he smiled, as he saw that no shadows crept across his face. He saw that Thranduil was at ease with the peace of his coming dreams.
Glorfindel let a smile cross his face, seeing that Thranduil was at ease. He was little surprised at just how peaceful and content he felt with this surrender. But still, he guarded his heart ever, knowing that he could not completely fall for Thranduil. He had only surrendered to the madness of desire, but not to the whims of love. He knew his days were numbered in the Greenwood, if days he even had any longer. For all he knew, Oropher might just send him off at the conclusion of their meeting tomorrow, or he might drag the meetings on for days. He simply did not know what the future days would bring.
He decided to let his mind fall into slumber, clearing of all his thoughts for soon the time for his debate with Oropher would commence and he would need all of his strength and wit about him when the morning did finally find him.
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