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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 4

Gil-Galad approached a vendor, his imposing figure cutting through the crowd of pimply-faced teenagers that had been crowding the booth, curious about why this vendor's wares that had attracted such a crowd.

His dark blue eyes scanned the tabletop, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth in appreciation of the sight of the gleaming weapons that had been carefully arranged on the black velvet tablecloth.

"See anything you like, Buddy?" the vendor asked, noticing Gil-Galad's interest.

"Aye…these are fine weapons. I have never seen a sword or knife that gleamed so brightly…why, I could see my reflection in the blade! Be they as sharp as they appear, Master Smithy?"

"Yeah, they're sharp, alright," the vendor whispered conspiratorially. "We're not supposed to sell them sharp, but…it's what the customers want that's important, right?"

"Why would one want to purchase a dull sword?" Gil-Galad asked, looking confused.

"Exactly. Any one you've got your eye on?"

"No, but this…this looks just like a spear I knew ages ago…" the tall Elf said, running his finger down the length of the reproduction of Aiglos. "Although I know for certain it cannot be."

"Fine specimen…only two hundred and seventy two fifty with tax…comes with a plaque you can mount it with," the vendor enticed.

"Mount it! Are you daft? Who would be sick enough to try to mount a spear? Although I must say in my day my spear mounted more than it's fair share of Orcs."

It was the vendor's turn to look confused. Gil-Galad removed a small sack from his belt, fishing around inside of it for moment before withdrawing a couple of shiny goldpieces. "Will this suffice?"

"Well…I usually don't barter…but this looks to be the best reproduction of a Lorien goldpiece I've ever seen! Are they gold-plated? Never mind - deal!" the vendor said, accepting the gold from the Elf, and presenting him with the spear. "I guess you won't be wanting the plaque then?"

"No, this will suffice," Gil-galad replied, lifting the spear, testing its heft. He smiled broadly as the spear in his hand brought a flood of memory with it. He quickly thrust it into the spear-holder behind his shoulder, along with the one he already carried.

Leaving the booth, he walked along, his eyes darting from table to table, amused at the variety of merchandise being sold. There were several more tables of weapons, though none with a spear as wonderful as the one he had purchased; tables of leather armor, helmets, gauntlets and the like; tables of figurines, some of which looked rather familiar to his keen eyes; and tables of books and magazines. Before long, he noticed Erestor standing before a booth, one hand covering his mouth, staring intently at the closed flap.

"Erestor? Is something wrong?" he asked the other dark haired Elf.

"Gil! I just wandered into this tent, and…and…you would not believe what the vendor has in there!" Erestor said, not taking his eyes off of the flap.

"What in Arda could possibly be in there that has upset you so?" Gil-galad asked, putting a hand on Erestor's shoulder. "Where is Fin? Should I fetch him for you?"

"No…no. Fin is busy at the moment. He and Aragorn have found a chess game and are playing - I do not wish to disturb him over something silly like this," Erestor replied, patting Gil-galad's hand with his own. "I just couldn't stay in there by myself. Would you come in with me for a moment?"

"Certainly, but tell me, what is it that they sell in here?"

"Books."

"Books? You've been spooked by books?"

"Books unlike any you have ever seen. Come, I'll show you," Erestor said, reaching and pulling back the flap far enough for Gil-galad to enter the booth. He followed, and let the flap fall shut behind them.

The booth did indeed, sell books - glossy, thin, colorful books. Picking one at random, Gil-galad opened it, his eyes scanning the drawings within. He suddenly slapped the book shut, his mouth dropping open as he turned to look at Erestor. "These are…they are…"

"I know. Look closer for a moment…not only are the drawings all of sexual acts, but they are of us performing those acts!"

"No!" Gil-galad murmured, re-opening the book and taking a closer look at the images. "Is that Legolas?"

"And Aragorn."

"Is that a dwarf?"

"I believe it is supposed to be Gimli."

Gil-galad began to laugh heartily, his voice filling the booth. "I cannot believe this! Who is the author of such masterpieces?"

"I know not the name inscribed on the cover. Besides, it doesn't matter in the least…you will NOT be bringing such filth back to Valinor."

"Filth? Are you certain, Erestor?" Gil-galad asked, his hand removing another volume from the shelf. "This one is about you and Glorfindel."

"What?" Erestor gasped, snatching the thin book from Gil-galad's hand and opening it. A blush crept up to color his ears as he flipped through the pages. "Give me a gold piece."

"I thought that such filth was not to be brought back to Valinor…" Gil-galad laughed, reaching into his money purse and handing Erestor the desired gold piece, receiving a smirk from Erestor in return.

"This particular volume is not filth…it is art," was Erestor's reply.

Paying for his purchase, Erestor waited patiently while Gil-galad spent more than a few moments perusing more of the books. His black eyes drifting, he raised an eyebrow at the large bulge the material was causing to rise in Gil-galad's breeches.

Suddenly, an image of the swarthy Elf, naked to the waist, muscles rippling as he practiced swordplay as Erestor had seen him do many times, sprang into the quiet Elf's mind. Erestor swallowed hard, his own member springing to life.

"I think perhaps we should go, Gil," Erestor whispered, touching the big Elf on the forearm. "The others may be looking for us."

Turning, Gil-galad looked into the dark depths of Erestor's eyes, and saw the spark that flickered there, inspired, no doubt by the images in the books they had been looking at. A small smile playing at his lips, as he took Erestor's elbow and gallantly led him from the booth.

"I feel a sudden urge to find a quiet spot, Erestor," he whispered in the blushing Elf's ear. "Glorfindel is playing chess, and will no doubt be occupied thusly for some time…"

"Aye…" Erestor agreed, his blush intensifying. He allowed Gil-galad to lead him out of the main room, back out into the lobby. Gil spotted a tiny room just off of the lobby - windowless and very small, but suitable for their purposes.

Stepping into the room, they realized that there was no door to close and afford them some privacy - just a panel of small round stones stuck into a wall. Each of the stones had a marking on it.

"What are these for, you do suppose?" Erestor asked, touching his finger to one of the stones.

Instantly, a hereto unseen door slid shut, sealing them in the room. Banging on the door with his fist, Gil-Galad roared at being trapped in the tiny, windowless room.

Erestor nearly jumped into his arms when they both felt an upwards motion begin. "What devilry is this?" he screamed, clinging to the larger Elf.

Gil-galad smashed his fist against the panel of stones. Suddenly, the room stopped, and a disembodied voice reached their ears.

"Your elevator has stopped due to technical difficulties. We are working to resume service. Please make yourselves comfortable, and accept our apologies for this inconvenience."

"Thank you," Erestor said to the recorded voice. Looking at Gil-galad, he said, "It appears that we are stuck here for the time being."

Gil-galad smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Whatever should we do to pass the time, 'Restor?" He lifted his hand, softly stroking Erestor's silken jet hair. "Perhaps I have never told you, but I believe you to be one of the most lovely Elves in all of Valinor, Erestor…often I have watched you stroll through gardens, the sunlight catching the sheen in your hair…" His head bent closer even as his tongue spoke the words, his lips brushing against Erestor's.

Erestor drew in his breath at the electric touch of Gil-galad's lips to his. Closing his eyes, he returned the kiss with a passion that surprised himself. His fingers reached to coil themselves in the former King's dark tresses, pulling his head closer.

Gil-galad's hands encircled Erestor, gliding over his back, crushing his body close enough for Erestor to feel the heat from the bulge in Gil's leggings meet with the heat in his own groin. Rubbing himself against the Chief Advisor, he moaned softly into Erestor's mouth.

"I mean not for this first time between us to be fast, but I fear I will not last long…I feel as though I want to devour you whole, Erestor…" he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Take me, Gil-galad, my Radiant Star…" Erestor replied, plunging his tongue into Gil-galad's mouth, plundering it with a fervor. His fingers clawed at the closures of Gil-galad's tunic, suddenly desperate to feel the King's skin under them.

Gil broke their kiss, pausing to strip out of his tunic, his eyes watching Erestor as he did the same. Boots were kicked off, leggings discarded, until both Elves stood facing each other, nude, their organs weeping at the sight of each other.

Dropping to his knees, Erestor flicked his tongue lightly over the head of Gil's organ, tasting the precum at its tip, feeling the strong hands of the King on his head. Slowly, he slid his tongue down the rock hard shaft, to the full sac hanging just below. He gently took the sac in his mouth, first the right half, then the left, nearly smiling at the gasp his actions solicited from Gil-galad.

His tongue once again traveled up Gil's Elfhood, drawing the head into his mouth fully this time.

Gil's head fell back, his mouth open as he felt the strong suction Erestor applied to his aching balls; a moan beginning deep in his throat as the other Elf's soft, hot mouth enveloped his organ. Slowly sliding down the wall of the small room, drawing Erestor down with him, he twisted his body so that his head rested at Erestor's groin, and Erestor's mouth within easy reach of his own member. Together, they began to suck each other in tandem, each devouring the other's Elfhood in long, languid motions.

Releasing Erestor's shaft from his mouth for a brief moment, Gil-galad wet his finger with his saliva, then gently probed between the firm cheeks of his lover, searching for Erestor's opening. Finding it, he probed gently, while resuming his devotions to Erestor's Elfhood. He could feel Erestor moan against his own organ as Gil's finger slid within Erestor's tight, silky sheathe. Plunging his finger in deeper, he brushed against Erestor's pleasure spot, delighting in the shudder than ran through the Elf's body at his touch.

Faster and harder they sucked, bucking into each other's mouths, moaning against the hard heat and soft, delicate skin. Their moans grew louder, their hips moved faster as they came at nearly the same moment, drinking deeply of each other's seed.

Panting, Gil sat up, pulling Erestor into his arms, kissing him, tasting himself on the Advisor's tongue.

Erestor lay his head on the big Elf's broad chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Glorfindel is my life, my love," he thought to himself, "but thank Eru for a dalliance now and then!"

Still lethargic from their lovemaking, they forced themselves to redress. No words were spoken, but gentle, knowing smiles were exchanged.

Shortly after, they felt the room move again, in a downward motion this time. When it stopped, the secret door slid open and they emerged back into the lobby, a maintenance man raising an eyebrow at their disheveled appearance.
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