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An UnCONVENTIONAL Vacation	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: An unCONVENTIONal Vacation

Author: TICS

Rating: NC17

Genre: LOTR, humor, AU, Slash

Summery: Needing a diversion from life in Valinor, Elrond convinces

his friends to sail with him to a new world to experience

new things.

Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel, Legolas/Elladan, Legolas/Aragorn,

Erestor/Elrond, Erestor/Gil-galad, Legolas/Elrond,

Legolas/Glorfindel

A/N: Originally written for the Secret Santa Swap December 2004.

An unCONVENTIONal Vacation

Chapter 3

Two days after they set sail, the White Ship docked at a rundown, secluded dock that stretched haphazardly out onto an inlet of the sea. Securing her ropes to the dock, the Elves disembarked, carrying with them only the bare essentials - waterskins, a few loaves of lembas wrapped in large, green leaves, and their weapons.

They walked the shoreline for a hour or more before coming to a sight that stopped them dead in their tracks.

Buildings…incredibly tall, white, gleaming buildings rose from the shore, towering over the sands. Craning their necks back, they marveled at the sheer size of the structures.

"What King lives in these castles of stone?" Aragorn asked in awe. "Minas Tirith cannot hope to compete with such wonders."

"Galadriel has said that the 'convention' is taking place in a building such as these…we must be in the right place," Elrond concluded, leading the group on toward the closest hotel on the beach.

Approaching the front double doors, the group was stopped by the doorman. "Let me guess…you're looking for the Lord of the Rings convention, right?" he asked sarcastically, eyeing their wardrobe and weapons.

"Aye…the convention! Yes, that is where we seek to be, my friend," Elrond replied courteously.

"Swell. You need the Grand Cypress Hotel…that's three buildings over," the doorman instructed them, pointing the way.

"Our most sincere thanks," Elrond replied, bowing his head and touching his fist to his heart.

One after another of the group nodded their heads at the doorman, who simply stood there shaking his, as they marched in the direction he had pointed.

Stopping before the third building, the one the doorman had said housed the convention, Elrond looked at his group. "I must remind you that we are here to enjoy ourselves, but please, try not to make spectacles of yourselves in the process," he said, looking pointedly at the twins. He turned, leading the way into the hotel.

The lobby was lovely, full of white wicker furniture and pastel colored draperies, sparkling fountains, and glossy marble flooring.

"Are you here for the convention?" asked a voice to their right.

Looking over, Elrond spotted two women sitting in front of a table, stacks of small papers piled in front of them. One of the women held a flat board in her hand, along with what appeared to be a writing implement.

"Yes, we seek the convention," Elrond replied, smiling at the women.

"Names, please?"

"I am Elrond, the Half-Elven, Lord of Imladris, these are my sons, Elladan and Elro…"

"I meant your real names," the woman said, rolling her eyes.

"I beg your pardon? Those are our names," Elrond said, raising an eyebrow nearly to his hairline.

"Riiight…and I'm Arwen, the EvenStar," the woman laughed.

"Hardly," came Glorfindel's voice from toward the back of the group, dripping with sarcasm.

"I heard that!" the woman sniffed. "Look…if you aren't on the list, then I really shouldn't let you in…"

"Please, Milady," Legolas said, approaching the table, and lifting the woman's hand to his lips, "we have traveled a great distance to be here…surely there is something you can do…"

The woman's mouth hung open as she gazed into Legolas' summer blue eyes. "Um…I…um, I really shouldn't, but…since you've come so far and all…and have those really great costumes…and wigs…and…ears…and…oh, sure, go on in!" she finished, completely flustered by the Elf's attentions.

Smiling, Legolas turned and winked at Elrond, leading the group through the doors to the side of the table. The found themselves in a gigantic hall, full of vendors hawking their wares to the throngs of people milling about.

Walking past the first stand, Erestor grabbed Glorfindel's arm, pointing to a set of leather bound books on the table. "Fin! Look at those books…have you ever seen such lovely things in your entire life? In either of your lives?" His dark eyes were round with wonder as he stared at the delicately engraved covers of the LOTR series.

Glorfindel sighed, tugging on Erestor's arm to get him moving again. "It figures that the first thing we see would be books, Erestor. I've never seen anyone get so excited about such mundane things the way you do."

Gil-Galad was standing at the next booth over, entranced by the miniatures on display there. "Fin…look at this…an entire battalion of archers…a squadron of riders…such detail! And no bigger than my little finger!"

Fin peeked over his shoulder, giving a low whistle between his teeth. "Now that is amazing! Is that a tiny balrog?"

"Now who's excited over mundane things?" Erestor sniffed, pulling on Glorfindel's arm, dragging him away from the exhibit.

Aragorn was walking with Legolas, when he turned to the blonde Elf and said, "I need to find the latrine." Legolas nodded in agreement, stopping at the next table to inquire after the facilities.

Following the directions they were given, they came to two doors. Choosing the door that had the male figure tacked to it, they entered the bathroom.

"What the devil are these things?" Aragorn asked Legolas, eyeing the porcelain fonts mounted on the wall.

Legolas sniffed, and made a face. "I believe that is the trench you've been seeking, Aragorn." He leaned against the wall, watching as Aragorn removed his manhood from his leggings. His eyes began to darken as he watched the King of Gondor pee, thinking to himself that Strider had a scepter worthy of the throne.

Aragorn finished his business, and from the corner of his saw Legolas staring at his organ, still semi hard in his hand. A small smile played on the former Ranger's lips. He had, on occasion seen Legolas in the nude and remembered the exquisite beauty of the Elf's form. He felt his member stiffen further at the recollection.

His eyes saw water dripping from one of the sinks, and he stepped forward, curious. Touching the knob on the side, a gush of water came from the spout. Grinning, Aragorn cupped the water in his hand and cleansed himself, knowing that Legolas was still watching him. Turning, his eyes met Legolas', and Aragorn began to slowly stroke his member, feeling it harden more at his own touch.

Without a word, Legolas dropped to his knees, eagerly taking Aragorn into his mouth, sucking hungrily on the King's shaft. His long, slender fingers pulled at Aragorn's leggings, pushing them down to Aragorn's knees, then slid around to knead at the King's firm backside.

Aragorn moaned softly, his hands pressing down on Legolas' fair head, forcing the Elf to devour more of him. Legolas' hands traveled from Aragorn's buttocks to his own leggings, quickly unlacing them and removing his own organ, already stiff with need. Stroking himself with one hand, he gripped Aragorn's member with the other, squeezing gently on the hard, hot organ.

So caught up were they in their passion that neither heard the bathroom door open when Glorfindel and Erestor walked in on them.

Shocked into silence, the two older Elves stared at the Prince and the King, watching Legolas pleasure himself as he slid his full lips over Aragorn's shaft from the head to the hilt.

Erestor's eyes flew open when he felt Glorfindel's hand on his rear, massaging the firm flesh through the thin fabric of his leggings as the balrog-slayer watched the man and the elf. Turning to the blonde warrior, Erestor was not given the opportunity to speak for Glorfindel chose that moment to claim his mouth with a fiery kiss, his tongue pushing through Erestor's lips to taste him.

Unable, as always, to withstand the advances of his lover, Erestor responded in kind, his hands sliding down the muscular chest of the balrog-slayer, to efficiently unlace Glorfindel's leggings, pushing them down his thighs.

Springing into view, Glorfindel's impressive erection was already hot and hard, just waiting for Erestor's hand, which found it in short order. Glorfindel unlaced Erestor's leggings, which also found themselves pushed down to knee level, freeing Erestor's own organ. Together they stroked each other, rubbing their stiffened shafts against one another's, never breaking that all-consuming kiss.

Aragorn's eyes darted over, widening a bit at the sight of the two older Elves with their leggings down around their knees, rubbing themselves wantonly against each other. He drew in a deep breath as Glorfindel sank to his knees and took Erestor into his mouth, mimicking Legolas. His hand cupped Erestor's sac as he alternated sucking noisily on his shaft with grazing his teeth softly along the delicate skin.

Moans began to fill the air as Aragorn and Erestor drew closer to their peaks, their ass cheeks clenching as their orgasms swept through them. Shuddering, the two of them withdrew from their partners and exchanged a look across the room.

"Go to him, Fin…I want to watch you take him," Erestor whispered to Glorfindel, whose Elfhood throbbed with his need, reddened and rock hard.

Glorfindel turned lust darkened eyes on the Prince of Mirkwood, whose own shaft bobbed against his taut stomach. The golden warrior crossed the room in a few steps, roughly grabbing Legolas' hair with both fists and claiming his mouth in a passionate, open mouthed kiss.

His strong hands grabbed Legolas around the waist and easily flipped him onto all fours. Separating the Prince's cheeks with his fingers, exposing Legolas' quivering pink entrance, Glorfindel bent down, sweeping his tongue over the opening, feeling the muscle clench at his touch. Light flicks of his tongue over the sweet entrance made Legolas moan and wriggle in anticipation.

Erestor noticed the small boxes attached to the wall and pressed a lever, releasing a small amount of slick soap into the palm of his hand. Bringing it over to Glorfindel, he used a finger to apply the slippery goo to the ring of muscle Glorfindel had exposed. Smiling, Erestor again backed off, content to watch his lover and the Prince.

Glorfindel slid his finger around in the slick soap that coated Legolas' opening, then slipped his finger into his depths, closing his eyes at the tight feel of the silky sheathe grabbing his digit. Slowly he pumped his finger in and out, soon adding another finger, scissoring the ring of muscle, opening the entrance wider.

Legolas groaned as Glorfindel removed his fingers, then gasped when he felt the head of the balrog-slayer's organ probe his entrance. In one swift movement, Glorfindel sheathed himself completely in Legolas' tight ass, his hands gripping the Prince's hips, drawing him back into his thrust.

Stroking himself madly as Glorfindel rode him, Legolas groaned loudly as he spilled his silver seed over his hand in great spurts. His climax drove Glorfindel over the edge, the muscles in the Prince's rectum squeezing him dry, his golden head thrown back, a guttural sound ripping from his throat.

Panting, the two looked up from the floor at the others, and the four of them exchanged smiles. They helped each other wash off, pulled up their leggings, and walked back out into the main room.

Elrond looked at them, cocking an eyebrow, and wondered what had happened in there that had put such big grins on their faces.
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