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Glory Hole	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I own nothing in Tolkien's universe, and do not seek to profit from this writing in any way.

Author: TICS

Rating: NC17

Cast: Rumil, Orophin, various Lorien Elves

Summery: Young elves Rumil and Orophin hear tell of a mysterious hole in a Mallorn tree.

Glory Hole

Chapter 4

Rumil was in a foul mood. Orophin had come home from his visit with Celeborn, and had flatly refused to utter one single word about what had transpired other than to say that Haldir had told them the truth, and that Rumil would find out the rest when he was old enough.

Certainly Lord Celeborn had imparted some tidbit of wisdom to his brother, and Rumil was determined to find out what it was. Something was going on, of that Rumil was sure. At this very moment, Orophin was snoring soundly on his pallet…in the middle of the day! Rumil had never seen Orophin's eyes glaze over while the sun still shone. What had he and Celeborn been doing…digging ditches?

He kicked a rock out of his way on the path, sending it flying into a nearby Mallorn trunk. "Damn it!" he thought to himself, wandering aimlessly through the forest, "I deserve to know what Celeborn told him…I'm not that much younger than he is! I'll reach my majority just a scant ten months after he does."

Frustrated, Rumil wound his way deeper into the forest, eventually finding himself in the clearing where they had found the infamous Mallorn tree. He stood in the bushes, observing the tree, wondering exactly what lay within its bark that did such wonderful things to one's Elfhood. Sorely tempted to stick his Elfhood in the hole again, he rejected the idea only because it was broad daylight, and he didn't want anyone coming across him with his member stuck tight into a tree, his butt cheeks smiling happily at them.

Sighing, Rumil returned to the city, and was thinking of perhaps returning to their talan and dumping a pitcher of cold water on his sleeping brother, when Calderon hailed him.

"Lord Celeborn has sent me to fetch you, Rumil. He wants a word with you…what did you do, now?" Calderon asked, smirking at the younger Elf. "It must have been something pretty spectacular to catch Lord Celeborn's attention. Haldir will have your balls for breakfast when he hears about this, you know."

"I haven't done anything, Calderon," Rumil said sincerely, but racking his brain for any possible offenses just the same. He could think of nothing he'd done wrong - except for visiting the Mallorn tree. Even that wasn't really wrong, according to Haldir…you just weren't supposed to go there until after you'd reached your majority. Besides, if Celeborn were angry, surely Orophin would have said something to him, if only to frighten the crap out of him.

"Well, he wants to see you in his chambers immediately. I'd hurry if I were you…the Silver Lord doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Rumil took off at a trot, heading for the Royal Talan, his mind racing faster than his feet. He still couldn't think of a blasted thing that he'd done wrong…lately. Suddenly he froze as a memory crept up from where he'd had it buried. It had happened not two weeks ago…he and Orophin had been bored silly, and they had swiped a bottle of wine from the wardens' common room. Rumil smacked his hand to his forehead, wondering how they could have possibly been so stupid - not to have done such a thing, but to have been spotted doing it. He wondered if Orophin had dumped the blame on him, and was really only pretending to be asleep until Celeborn called Rumil out on the carpet for it.

"I am going to rip Orophin's lying tongue out of his mouth and shove it up his ass," Rumil muttered to himself, forcing his legs to climb the long flight of winding stairs that led to the Royal Talan. At least Galadriel wasn't home…seeing her disappointment would have been ten times worse than anything Celeborn could mete out, as far as Rumil was concerned. She was the only mother he could remember, and he cringed to think that she might be angry with him.

Rumil soon found himself outside the door to Celeborn's private chambers. Swallowing hard, sending a silent prayer to the Valar for help that he knew wouldn't come, he knocked softly on the door.

"Come in."

Stepping inside the private chambers of His Lordship, Rumil's eyes spotted Celeborn sitting at a small dressing table, a cup of tea and an open book in front of him.

Celeborn turned, and frankly appraised the younger Elf. The youngest of the three, Rumil was just months younger than Orophin, and a hair's breadth shorter, but looked much like his brothers. He didn't have the haughty demeanor of Haldir, or the quiet reflection of Orophin, but rather was known for his jovial manner, often playing the role of peacemaker between his two older brothers on the rare occasion that they butted heads. For the most part both younger brothers adored and obeyed their elder brother without question…aside from the normal pranks most adolescent Elves pulled from time to time, such as stealing the wine from the wardens' common room, a transgression Celeborn had been aware of since the night it happened. Both he and Galadriel had had a good chuckle over it.

"Rumil, do you know why I've called you here?" Celeborn asked.

"No, My Lord."

"I had a very interesting, er…conversation with Orophin this afternoon. Did he say anything about it when he returned to your talan?"

"No, My Lord, he didn't say anything. But, whatever Orophin told you, I didn't do it…at least, I didn't do it alone, My Lord," Rumil replied, his voice cracking just a bit.

"Didn't do what, Rumil?" Celeborn asked, knowing full well what Rumil was talking about. "I was referring to the Mallorn tree, and your conversation later with Haldir."

"Oh…um..well, I…um…" Rumil stammered, his ears pink with embarrassment.

"Orophin had many questions, and I wondered if, perhaps, you had questions of your own."

"Well, actually, My Lord, I do have questions. Orophin wouldn't tell me the answers you gave him today…"

"What do you wish to know, Rumil?"

"Um…well, I was wondering about, well…"

"You were wondering whether the things Haldir told you were true."

"Yes, sir."

"They are true, Rumil…but from my conversation with Orophin, I determined that Haldir left quite a bit of the details out, which is probably why you and your brother were so confused."

"That figures. Haldir never tells us anything," Rumil whined, immediately regretting it, remembering he was, after all, talking to the Silver Lord of Lothlorien.

"That's all right, Rumil…Haldir has never been one for lengthy explanations. I told Orophin that there was much more to it than an Elf simply sticking his Elfhood into a female's entry or a male's entry. As a matter of fact," Celeborn continued, trying to maintain a casual air, for Rumil's sake, "I showed him a great deal as well."

"Showed him? Really?" Various blurred, confused, and indistinct images ran through Rumil's mind. "Like what, My Lord?"

"Would you like me to show you as well, Rumil?"

"Yes, sir," Rumil answered at once. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to learn everything that Orophin knew so his brother couldn't hold his ignorance over his head.

Celeborn stood and approached the younger Elf. Smiling, trying to put Rumil at ease, Celeborn lifted his hand and smoothed Rumil's silver hair from his brow. "Such beautiful hair, Rumil. Such a beautiful face…" he said as his hand traveled to trace Rumil's jaw line. "Such beautiful lips," Celeborn whispered, bending to kiss the young Elf softly.

Rumil's eyes flew open, but he didn't pull away. He wasn't sure what shocked him more - the fact that Celeborn was kissing him, or the bolt of fire that raced from his belly into his Elfhood, bringing it to full attention in an instant.

Celeborn pulled back, looking Rumil in the eyes, his hands caressing Rumil's neck. "You are a beautiful Elf, Rumil, and many will want to make love to you. I would like to be the first, if you will allow it."

Silently, Rumil shook his head in assent. All he knew was that he didn't want Celeborn to stop kissing him. He gasped as he felt the Lord's lips gently taste the delicate, sensitive tip of his left ear.

Celeborn stepped back and quickly disrobed, much as he had with Orophin, preferring to get the awkward undressing part of the seduction over with quickly. Standing naked before Rumil, he smiled gently. "Remove your clothes, Rumil, please," he instructed.

Rumil blushed furiously as he shed his tunic, boots and leggings. He couldn't take his eyes off of Celeborn's stiff member, rising from its nest of silver curls. His own Elfhood was throbbing now, nearly painful in its rigidity.

"Would you like to touch me, Rumil?" Celeborn asked, moving closer to him, once again, tracing Rumil's jaw line with his fingers.

Hesitantly, Rumil lifted his own fingers to Celeborn's face, although the part he ached to touch was much lower. Sliding his hands down to His Lordship's muscular shoulders, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingers, Rumil sighed as Celeborn bent his head to kiss him again. Celeborn's tongue slipped through Rumil's open lips, exploring the sweet cavern, finding the taste much to his liking. Shyly, Rumil's hand slid down Celeborn's body to tentatively grasp the Silver Lord's pulsing erection. He sighed at the velvety feel of skin beneath his fingers, the heat, and the softness of the curls at its base.

Taking Rumil by the hand, Celeborn led him to his pallet, gently pushing him down on the soft mattress, supporting himself on his elbows over the younger Elf. He kissed Rumil deeply, while his hands roamed over the slender form beneath him. Rumil's own hands lost their shyness as the fire in his belly grew, running freely over His Lordship's hard body.

Celeborn's lips left Rumil's, traveling down the younger Elf's throat, leaving a trail of soft wet kisses. Stopping briefly to suckle and tease at Rumil's nipples, which forced a low moan from Rumil's own lips, the Silver Lord finally reached his intended destination.

Through hooded eyes, his mouth parted and panting, Rumil watched Celeborn lightly kiss the head of his Elfhood, running his tongue gently under the ridge. It was too much…when Celeborn took his shaft in his mouth, Rumil felt his orgasm rip unexpectedly through him, arching his back off of the bed, his hands burying themselves in Celeborn's silky, silver hair.

Climbing back up Rumil's body, Celeborn took him in his arms, cradling him gently, waiting for the shudders that ran through Rumil's body to cease.

A sharp knock at the door startled them both. Quickly covering them both with a sheet, more for Rumil's benefit than his own, Celeborn called, "Yes…come in."

Haldir walked in the door, and stopped short at the sight of his youngest brother in the bed of the Silver Lord. Recovering quickly, his face formed a mask of indifference, as he said, "Orophin told me you wished to see me immediately upon my return, My Lord."

"Yes, Haldir, I did tell him that…and it is most opportune that you have arrived at this particular moment. I was introducing your brother to the joys of lovemaking…he has done exceedingly well, might I add."

Rumil's face beamed with pride through the deep blush that had crept upon his features when his oldest brother had strode into the room.

"I believe it would be most beneficial for Rumil to witness two experienced lovers…don't you agree, Haldir?"

"Yes, My Lord. Indeed," Haldir replied, already beginning to strip himself of his tunic. Within moments, he stood naked in front of the other two Elves, his hand stroking his member into fullness.

"Rumil, I wish for you to pull up that chair, and watch us," Celeborn instructed, kissing Rumil again, before scooting him off the bed. Haldir crossed the room in a few steps, and stood before the bed, awaiting Celeborn's invitation to join him on it. Celeborn opened his arms, and Haldir fell into them, his lips seeking Celeborn's in a passionate, openmouthed kiss.

Rumil watched in wonder as the two Elves, experienced with both other males as well as each other, tasted and touched one another. He felt his own Elfhood rise again, his hand wandering down to stroke it slowly, his breath coming faster.

Celeborn took Haldir's member into his mouth in the same way he had taken Rumil's, slowing sliding his lips up and down its hard length. Haldir moaned, his hands on His Lordship's head, bucking into his mouth, while Celeborn's hand stroked himself.

Rumil found himself yearning to touch them both, to have their hands on him, their mouths tasting his skin. He moaned, as Celeborn released Haldir, and the March Warden rolled onto his stomach, presenting his rear to the Silver Lord.

Celeborn reached over to the small end table next to the bed, and retrieved a tiny bottle of oil. "Rumil, we use this oil to prepare our partner for our Elfhoods. Without it, entry would be difficult and painful," he explained as his rubbed a generous amount on his organ, as well as the small, puckered opening between Haldir's cheeks.

A thought occurred to Celeborn when he turned to look at Rumil, pulling harder on his member, trembling with need. "Come here, Rumil," he instructed. "Kneel on your hands and knees, like Haldir."

Rumil did as he was instructed, shivering with anticipation. He gasped as he felt Celeborn's slick finger gently probe at his entry, coating it well with the oil. Turning his head, he watched Celeborn press his erection against Haldir's tight opening, slowing pushing the head of his organ inside of Haldir's body. Haldir groaned, his rear rising to meet his Lord's penetration.

A groan escaped Rumil's lips as Celeborn's finger entered him at the same time Celeborn's organ entered Haldir. Frowning at the uncomfortable, full feeling of the intrusion, he quickly felt the same, intense fire in his belly rise again as Celeborn's finger found his pleasure spot.

Pumping into Haldir, while he plunged his finger into Rumil, his eyes closed against the pleasure, Celeborn nearly forgot to tell Rumil to stroke himself, as Haldir was doing. Instruction turned out to be unnecessary, since Rumil had already taken the matter into his own hand, and was stroking himself furiously.

The sight drove Celeborn over the edge, and he spilled his seed deep within Haldir's channel, a loud, guttural groan in his throat. Rumil came at nearly the same time as Haldir, the brothers grunting and their silver seed washing over their hands.

Collapsing onto the bed, the three lay together for some time, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Haldir kissed Celeborn, ruffled Rumil's hair, quickly got dressed and left the room, telling Rumil that he would wait for him outside.

"Thank you, My Lord," Rumil whispered, placing a soft kiss on Celeborn's lips.

"Anytime, Rumil…anytime," the Silver Lord replied, smiling as he watched the younger Elf get dressed and slip out of the room. He lay back, and allowed his eyes to glaze over, sated.

Celeborn heard the door to his chambers open and close, his wife's delicate perfume reaching his nose before her weight dented the side of the pallet.

"I understand that you've given Haldir's younger brothers instruction today, my love," she whispered in her throaty, sensual voice.

"Aye, I have…they had many questions, but they learn fast," he chuckled, his eyes focussing on Galadriel's lovely face.

Galadriel looked pensive for a moment, then smiled. "I think, perhaps that they will require further instruction…their education has been a bit one sided so far, has it not?"

"Well, before you deign to education them, perhaps you will give your husband a refresher course?" Celeborn chuckled, pulling her down into his arms.
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