Come to me in dreams

Lindir could hardly believe that this was really happening to him. But when he felt his lover’s bare, aroused body pressing against his own, he realized that his dreams had been only a pale, faltering reflection from true desire. He gasped and answered his meleth’s kisses and caresses with a fervor he didn’t know existed. Lindir felt the elf trembling in his arms, and a new, sensual power grew within him. His blood was set on fire when he realized that his meleth wanted him with the same almost desperate need. He could see it; he could see the fire that burned in depths of those captivating eyes. He could feel it; in his lover’s hands that explored his trembling body so that Lindir no longer belonged to himself. He belonged to his lover now, with his heart, body and soul. Oh aye…this was real… no more dreams, no more illusions… only mind-blowing pleasure burning between them.

Thranduil was bewitched. He couldn’t resist anymore. He had to have this incredible creature and make him his. This beautiful elf was his whole world. his very reason to breathe and to exist. And now, finally his meleth was right where he belonged; in his arms, in his heart, forever. Despite his need, he didn’t rush; he wanted to remember this marvelous moment as long as he lived. Tears fled from his eyes, but this time they were tears of joy. His beloved’s beautiful voice echoed in Thranduil’s ears, sometimes moaning and gasping with pleasure, other times whispering words of love. He lowered his beloved gently on the soft grass and leaned closer. He felt the elf tensing when he pulled him into his arms.

“Shh… I won’t hurt you… I would love you as you deserve to be loved.” Thranduil whispered gently, caressing his meleth’s flushed skin.

“I… want that… want you, but I have never…” The elf tried to say but he kissed him softly.

“I know, meleth nín ( my love). You are mine and mine alone… and have always been. There is no other for either of us and never will be.” Thranduil assured and finally he felt his meleth yielding to him. He gazed into deep blue eyes and saw devotion that shook him into his core. His meleth’s very soul was open to him, and he found it hard to breathe. Thranduil knew that the elf was giving him everything and it made his heart to weep with joy.

Little by little Thranduil possessed his beautiful elf. He tasted and touched every inch of his lithe, writhing body, until he saw his meleth becoming completely undone in his arms. He knew that this was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Thranduil wanted to give everything he could; his love, his life, his eternal devotion.

“Say it! Say that you love me.” He demanded, looking into his meleth’s eyes which were now hazed with pleasure.

“Ai! Aye…You make me feel as if my very soul were aflame. I love you…only you, forever” Lindir gasped and saw happiness, brighter than anything he had ever seen, setting into beautiful green eyes.

“And you are my life, my soul, my heart… I love you; till the end of Arda and beyond.” Thranduil whispered, tears in his eyes.

Lindir moaned and trembled when his meleth’s hot mouth claimed him in most intimate way. Pleasure inside him was beyond anything he had ever felt. Gentle hands smoothed his trembling thighs and greedy lips feasted upon him until he sobbed and begged more.

“Aye, meleth… just like that; come for me.” Thranduil whispered. His whole being longed to taste his meleth’s completion but last moment he raised his head. He couldn’t give in his desires; not yet. He couldn’t wait until he had something to ease their way; he had to use what his meleth would offer.

Thranduil trembled when his meleth finally came, and he heard the beautiful cry of passion echoing in the forest. Never had he heard a voice more beautiful, and he knew he would yearn to hear it for rest of his immortal life. Carefully he gathered warm, silvery pearls of seed in his hand and studied him meleth carefully, to be sure that this was what he really wanted.

Lindir floated slowly back to Arda, after his mind- blowing orgasm, and found green eyes studying him questioningly. Instinctively he knew what was asked, and his soul and heart could give only one answer. He didn’t speak, no words could describe his feelings at that that spellbound moment. Lindir pulled his meleth atop him, spreading his legs invitingly. His desire was returning with breathtaking force, making him moan helplessly.

Thranduil gasped when he suddenly felt willowy arms wrapping around him, and their arousals crushed together. How was it possible to recover so soon? He didn’t know, nor did he care. With trembling hands, he started to prepare his meleth for what was to come. He lovingly watched blue eyes that were darkened with desire and love. And he moaned when he finally found his meleth’s secret spot and listened to his begging and whimpering.

Lindir almost wept with relief when he finally felt his meleth’s powerful body atop him. Now… now was the moment for him to surrender and become one with the one he loved more than the life itself. Lindir cried hoarsely when his meleth entered him gently, joining their bodies, souls and hearts finally together.

“Are you all right?” Thranduil managed to ask, though he felt his release too near. His meleth felt heavenly around him. He couldn’t move, he wanted to take his meleth with him on their journey towards ecstasy.

“Ai… aye… saes. Make love to me… saes.” Lindir panted. His senses were overloaded. Feeling his meleth atop him and inside him was beyond anything he had ever felt. Finally, his meleth moved tentatively, sliding inside him in a way, which made him see stars. Sensual movement set his body on fire, burning him mercilessly until he couldn’t do anything but surrender to this breathtaking pleasure.

“I will love you…now and always.” Thranduil whispered, starting to move slowly. Soon his hoarse cries blended with his meleth’s gasps and moans. His self-control was slowly but surely weakening. His meleth was so hot, so incredibly tight that he could feel himself drowning into mindless oblivion. Never had he felt a pleasure like this; never known that something like this existed. And when he finally heard his meleth’s completion echoing in the night air, he let the waves of his own orgasm wash over him. He felt tears in his eyes when he met his meleth’s gaze and saw blue orbs shining with unreserved happiness and love.

They kissed and caressed each other slowly and gently, marveling at their bodies. Both were silent; the rapture of their newly found love had stunned them wordless. When Lindir finally let his head rest on his meleth’s powerful chest, he whispered aloud the question that lingered in his mind.

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know. I can only tell that I have seen you in my dreams for a very long time and longed you so badly that I almost faded because of it. I’m so happy that I have finally found you and I will never let you go again.”

“Oh! I don’t want you to let me go. I want to be yours till the end of Arda.”

Thranduil chuckled.

“Saes, tell me your name. I may need it sometimes though I am fully content to call you meleth… or meleth nín.”

Lindir blushed. It felt really weird that he had made love with this stranger without even knowing his name. But he knew by now that his meleth wouldn’t think him cheap. They have shared something unique and extremely beautiful. Their love was not cheap or shameful.

“My name is Lindir. I am one of the Imladris minstrels and who are you? I didn’t know that Lord Elrond had any quests here.” Lindir said shyly.

“Oh meleth! That is because I am not exactly a guest. I came here to seek a cure for my dream. As I told you, my longing was so painful that it threatened to take my life. There were no public ceremonies, because I was far too tired to attend to them.” Thranduil said, but then started to hesitate. What his meleth would say when heard who he really was? But, after a short consideration, he decided that he wouldn’t hide the truth from his meleth. He didn’t want any secrets or lies between them. Lindir had given him everything and deserved no less from him.

“Meleth? What is wrong?” Lindir asked. He noticed the serious express upon his meleth’s face and began to worry.

“I’m sorry. I was just distracted for a moment. I…I am Thranduil from Mirkwood.” Thranduil finally said. His heart ached when he felt Lindir flinching in his arms.

“Thranduil… King Thranduil! I… am sorry… my...” Lindir stammered astonished. He didn’t relax even when Thranduil tried to soothe him.

“Lindir! Saes… don’t. Nothing has changed between us. With you, tonight, I was no king. I was merely an elf, only Thranduil and made love with you. You are the most beautiful thing ever happened to me, Lindir nín.” Thranduil held Lindir tightly in his arms, fearing him to disappear if he dared to loosen his grip.

“Don’t leave me, Lindir nín. There is no life for me without you. I love you with all my heart.” He whispered, tears in his eyes, cradling young elf against his body. Finally, after long and painful waiting, Thranduil felt Lindir relaxing.

“I could never leave you. Never. You are my whole life, another part of my soul.” Lindir said softly. He didn’t know what tomorrow will bring, but they would face everything together.

Thranduil smiled relieved, but deep inside him he felt worry. He realized that something unexpected had happened between them. This night wasn’t only lovemaking. Their joining had been so powerful, so full of love that souls and hearts were now bound together, forever. He was happy, because he now had his beloved mate in his arms. But, he dreaded the moment when he had to face the fact that he had broken his oath.

As much as he loved his mate, Thranduil was now a traitor because of him.