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Summer Lightning	By : Celebdil Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 718 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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At the rich depth of Elu Thingol�s voice Celeborn caught his breath, struggling to subdue the shiver of excitement that chased down his spine. Feeling himself flush, he buried his face in the blooms he held, looked away at the busy scene of activity which now filled the glade.
Why must he always be so... so confused whenever Elu was near, so unbearably aware of Elu's power, the heat of his body, its strength, its fierce vitality? Sometimes he could hardly draw breath, thinking of the King. They were of a height, but Elu waggergger built than Celeborn, his heavy sleekness of muscle pantherlike. Graceful, dangerous, overwhelming.
Celeborn's gaze rested on the camp, but his mind returned to the river a seven-night ago. Deep in conversation with several of the younger Elven warriors, he had felt a faint brush of fingertips across his skin, turned, and found Thingol. But it could not have been his touch - the king stood in rigid silence, jaw clenched tightly, his hands held in fists at his sides.
Steel was the colour of Elu's hair, sword-bright in the silver caress of starlight. His skin gleamed with the lustre of Aman. Seeing it, Celeborn had not been able to help himself. Hoping the gesture would be taken as one of innocent concern, he gave in to the ever-present urge, and touched the warm strength of Elu�s shoulder. It was a mistake. Immediately, a jolt had shot through his body. Heat flooded him, and panic with it. Thank Ulmo the water was deep! The smile he had carefully kept on his face faltered and he tried to keep the longing out of his voice as he said softly, �My Lord? Are you well?� Such an innocent question, when need was sweeping through him like a forest fire.
Elu closed his eyes. The others had moved away and Celeborn was grateful that for a moment he could give in to the heat; let his fledgeling desire show on his face. His gaze ran hungrily over the king�s strong features. Innocent he might be, but he knew enough to understand what it was he wanted, whose large, strong hands he wished to have running over him like water, like silk, eliciting groan after groan of passionate need�
Elu opened his eyes and Celeborn quickly schooled his expression into one of mild concern, but for a heart stopping moment he thought had had been discovered, as something flickered in Elu�s expression. He had turned his face aside, terrified that he had betrayed hims tha that Elu would walk away from him in disdain; send him back to his father, dismissed and shamed. But the king did not shrug off his hand, and when he looked back, he was relieved by Elu�s reassurance that all was well.
Celeborn knew he must let go. Now! With a reluctance as sharp as a stone knife he let his hand slide from Elu�s shoulder, nodding carefully in acknowledgement of the older elf�s words. But to his dismay, as his fingers slid down Elu�s skin, they had seemed to tighten of their own volition, squeezing the velvet muscle in an unintended caress.
Sweet fire erupted through Celeborn�s body as his fingers gave into their desire to knead the yielding warmth and he fought to make himself let go, his mind frantic, He must not know, he must not guess. Iluvatar help me, I cannot let him find out. I cannot take the risk of being parted from him; of disgusting him.
Swiftly, Celeborn had turned his back to Elu, lest his body decide the matter for him. He had walked away, told himself to be more careful, but in the weeks that followed he had relived the moment many times, torn between frustration and fear.
Now, as the bustle of the camp surrounded him, as the flowers wilted in his hands, he looked up into the storm grey of his king�s eyes and felt his mouth go dry, felt that excitement curl once more through his belly like drifting smoke, warming, insidious.
Then Elu smiled. It was almost reluctant, no more than a slight lift of a corner of the sensual mouth, but the power of it slammed into Celeborn like a hammer blow, making it difficult to breathe. In the depths of the King�s eyes was a longing he could not conceal, a fierce hunger. But it seemed Elu was not aware of it, was not aware that he was looking at Celeborn with undisguised need, the pain it caused him evident in the rigid line of his jaw.
Celeborn started and his eyes widened. Elu was looking at hinly nly at him. His heart began a slow heavy thud against his ribs, a beat heavy with unspoken emotion, with silk-edged desire.
Then it was gone. Cut off so suddenly, Celeborn almost staggered from its loss. For a moment, he stood stunned, reeling with the realisation, his skin prickling as though Elu had touched him with more than just his gaze. He was unaware the King watched him, wondering at his inattention, not understanding his own naked want had been the cause.
The moment stretched into uncomfortable silence. Elu�s horse, picking up the emotion singing between them, stamped a hoof. That shook Celeborn from his shocked reverie and he looked up, hoping that his heart was not in his eyes. Elated by the powerful beauty that was Elu Thingol, he smiled suddenly and reached up to tuck one of the flowers into the King's polished steel hair.
�There, my Lord!� he laughed, his voice less steady than normal, �Now you are ready for the festivities!�
Elu frowned, not missing the slight catch in the warmth of that bright tone. He tried to catch Celeborn�s eye, but was distracted by the feel of slender, strong fingers on the tip of his ear. He could not prevent the tiny shudder which ran through him at the unconscious caress, just as Celeborn in his turn could not prevent the momentary lingering of his fingers.
But then it was gone and Celeborn was stepping back, a light flush on his high cheekbones, his breathing slightly ragged. Elu�s heart leapt. Could it be�?
Urgently, he leaned forward, about to speak, but at that moment two young women ran lightly up to their Prince and took his hands, pulling him with them toward where a hunting party was gathering. With the part of his mind not clouded by a drifting haze of desire Elu watched as the prince allowed himself to be led away. Was it reluctance that slowed his steps? Briefly, Elu hoped so, but the single slight smile Celeborn sent back to him was unreadable.
Suppressing the urge to snarl in frustration, Elu gathered his mount under him with a touch of his heels. Better he engage himself elsewhere, he thought, before his mind lost itself completely in imaginings of that smile under his mouth, its amusement turning to wanton pleasure beneath his plundering kiss, its generous curve opening on a gasp of agonised delight�
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Celeborn found he could attend to nothing. Around him, in the gentle starlight, young elves of both sexes laughed and talked in soft voices. Every so often one would sing, the joyful sound falling dull on his ears.
For in his veins another song danced. It brushed over his skin in soft whispers of heat and cold, making him shiver. It fogged his mind, and he could remember only the look in Elu�s eyes - a look which had stopped Celeborn�s breath, made his heart lose its steady rhythm, only to pick it up a moment later at double the pace. Could it be�?
He shook his head, angry with his folly. He had sent the hunters out without him, knowing he was too distracted to be safe, but it seemed he could not even keep his mind on the simple task of hulling strawberries. The Elf-maid with whom he shared this task had fallen silent, and he wondered what she had asked, what answer she expected. He had not been listening.
Her face was quiet, her slender body outlined by the starlight like a statue of ice. When finally his gaze rested on her she sighed, leaned to place her hand on his arm. �It is hard, is it not,� she murmured, �When that which we most desire seems unreachable?�
Alarm mixed with a little guilt came over him. �Do not fear,� she said softly, seeing it, �None have noted it save myself. My insight is ever true when it comes to love - though in all other matters lacking. And did I betray or reveal your secret doubtless even that small talent would leave me. I will say nothing.�
Celeborn looked at the serene, delicate face before him. She knew - and did not condemn. Grateful beyond knowing that she simply understood, he relaxed, and for a moment they sat silently. The tension which sang unceasingly through his body lessened a little in the peace.
But with her next words, it returned in greater measure than before. For with a smile, the woman gathered the forgotten berries from his hands and brushed a kiss against his cheek. Her breath stirred the hair at his temple as she whispered, �You are not alone, my Prince. In his eyes is the same longing. I have seen it.� She drew back and her smile was slow, �Truly. And where is the harm?� Looking up, to the softly glimmering sky, her smile grew mischievous, �It is such a beautiful time, is it not? Why not go to him? Go to him and be glad. For the love of the body is a beauty the heavens cannot match, and with one such as he, even the stars would be as a distant memory to his light.�
She scrambled to her feet and departed, leaving Celeborn empty handed, but with a heart full of gratitude and new purpose. But how to achieve that purpose? Needing to think, he rose, turned on his heel and melted into the shadows of perpetual twilight beneath the trees�
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Elu sat by the fire, a slight smile on his lips as he watched his people rejoice. He had resolved to push aside all thoughts of his longing and simply enjoy the rare happiness of his folk. He laughed at their hspirspirits, grinning at the mirth which echoed through the large clearing. He joined in the songs, delighting in the chance to raise his voice in praise of life.
Yet despite his resolve, he had left the bloom in his hair, and his gaze strayed frequently to the tree line, unconsciously seeking one whose absence he could not quite ignore.
It was during one of these stolen glances, that the call went up; Elu did not hear it at first. He turned, surprised, as he realised that one of his warriors was standing before him, smirking. A long, beautifully crafted knife with a curving blade of near translucent stone was balanced across his palms.
�Come, my lord,� he said in a voice which carried throughout the clearing, �You have not participated in our revelry this night. Dance now. Dance for us, your grateful people, so that we may witness your grace.�
Elu stared up at the warrior, at the roguish glint in the elf�s eyes. Despite the look of mischief, the compliment had been genuinely meant, and was in fact little more than the truth. None of the Elves, all infinitely graceful, had quite the beauty of movement, the strength of limb, the perfection of form of their Lord. None, save one, Elu thought privately.
He had no choice but to accept the cheerful dare. Never had Elu given his people reason to doubt his willingness to join their celebrations. He would not disappoint them now.
Standing, he took the blade, weighed it in his hands. He looked out at the gathered Elves, and the smile which came to his lips was spontaneous, pushing aside for a moment his guilt and frustration.
�Ah,� he said "But who will dance it with me? This is a thing for two, is it not? Two warriors of skill and note. Who will match his strength to mine this night? You, Mirennin?�
The warrior backed away, raising his hands and laughing, �Not I, my Lord. The bruises still fade from our last practice!�
The light, joyous laughter of all assembled mingled with the drifting smoke from the fire as Elu turned, grinning now, �Then who?� he demanded, �Surely there is one here who would care to match me?�
�I will match you.�
And all Elu's enjoyment fled as he fought to control his body�s reaction to the silken caress of that voice, warm even through the edge of challenge it now held. Looking up, Elu saw a white and silver figure step from the trees.
Celeborn
The sheer beauty of the youth made more than one of the gathered Elves, male and female, gasp in appreciation. Celeborn walked slowly, with easy grace and the confidence of one born to lead. His gaze never left Elu�s face. A warrior born, he seemed, bearing his own blade in strong, sure fingers.
He wore a white tunic of a suede so soft it had the texture and weight of velvet. It clung to the lithe outline of chest and hip in silent testament to the elegance of the body beneath. His long legs were encased in close-fitting white leather. In his face was all the fairness of his people; young, fiercely brave, filled with hope. His skin glowed cream and gold, the constantly moving firelight touching the clean lines of his cheekbone, brow, strong, stubborn chin.
And over all fell the waterfall of his hair, shimmering silver down his back as a challenge to the very stars. Indeed, they seemed caught in its length. Here and there amid the nimbus of gleaming mithril he had plaited small beads of crystal, carved like leaves - tiny and exquisite. They sparked with soft, cold fire as he moved. Like many of his people he had braided a feather onto one lock of hair - symbol of flight and freedom. Now it stirred, dove-grey and strokable, just grazing his jaw line as he breathed.
He was utterly beautiful, beautiful enough to make even Eru Iluvatar weep at the perfection of his form; the epitome of that which The One had intended the Elves to be.
And Elu wanted him.
Wanted him so much it made his head spin, his body ache. Pain shot through his jaw as he clenched his teeth hard on the moan of sheer lust which rose in his throat. Heat suffused him so that he could not think past the waves of need which crashed over him.
And suddenly he was angry. This creature, this stunning creation of breath and light and slender muscled power was out of his reach, was as far from him as the perpetual stars under which they dwelt. Not his rank, nor his wisdom, not even his own beauty could grant him the one thing he desired most, the only thing he wanted for himself.
Fury tore through Elu, a focus for the overwhelming emotion, and he directed it at the youth standing before him now, watching him with what Elu realised was an anger to match his. Elu did not stop to consider Celeborn's grievance, did not wonder what pulled the slender shoulders into a taut line beneath the white tunic. All he felt was his despiration to purge this aching need which haunted his dreams and plagued his waking.
Through the roaring in his ears, he heard the softly repeated words, �I will match you.�
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