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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 6

Leaving the conference room, Legolas and Elrond met up with Elladan and Elrohir. Both Peredhil twins were carrying armloads of boxes and bags.

Elrond eyed them, arching a brow at the mass of merchandise the twins carried. "What in Arda did you buy?" he asked them.

"Everything! I bought books, weapons, armor, and a statue that looks very much like Aragorn that speaks!" Elladan laughed, the boxes and bags in his arms jiggling dangerously

"A statue that speaks? How can this be? What does it say?" Legolas asked, intrigued and wondering whether he should purchase a such a statue for Eldarion.

"It says many things…I will show you," Elladan said, putting his packages down on the ground. He pulled a plastic statue from one of the bags. Elrond and Legolas leaned closer, admiring the likeness of the King of Gondor. Elladan pushed a small button at the statue's base.

A male voice said, "Mae govannen."

He pushed the button again, and again, the statue reciting a different line from the LOTR trilogy each time it was depressed.

"You have some skill with a blade."

"Havo dad Legolas."

Legolas' eyebrows raised at that last phrase. "Why does it tell me to sit down?"

"Hmmph. Seems a rather silly thing for a statue to say," Elrond smirked.

Elladan shrugged, putting the statue back in the bag and picking up his bundles.

"That's nothing!" Elrohir said, pulling a statue from his own bags. "Look at this one!"

Looking closely at the statue, Legolas' eyebrows shot up. "It looks like me!" he said. "Does it also speak?"

"Aye! Listen…"

Elrohir pressed the button on the Legolas statue.

"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

"Shall I describe it to you... or would you like me to find you a box?"

"You're late. You look terrible."

Legolas looked a bit confused at the sayings spouted by his plastic namesake, but the other three Elves found it vastly amusing.

"Take me to the vendor where you purchased these statues," Legolas asked Elladan. "I would like to see what other marvels he has for sale."

Elrond watched the three young Elves walk off, chatting among themselves. He turned, and began walking, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of a familiar face.

He spotted Glorfindel and Aragorn sitting at a small table off to one side of the convention hall. Erestor was leaning over Glorfindel's shoulder, watching their chess match.

"Hai! I take your bishop, Aragorn!" Glorfindel cried, snatching the piece from the board.

Aragorn frowned at the older Elf, then resumed studying the board. Erestor played idly with a strand of Glorfindel's hair, obviously bored out of his mind. He spotted Elrond approaching and smiled a welcome.

"They've been at it for hours, now!" Erestor complained as soon as Elrond was within hearing. "Have they really come all the way from Arda to play chess? They could have done that without leaving the docks!"

"You know how competitive they are, Erestor…neither will yield until they have reached checkmate, and even then it will be murder getting one of them to yield," Elrond answered, patting the dark Elf on the shoulder. Scanning the board and realizing that they would likely be at it for another hour, at least, Elrond asked Erestor, "Are you hungry, Erestor? I saw some very interesting foodstuffs being sold, if you'd care to walk with me."

"It would most definitely be my pleasure, Elrond. These two would simply let an Elf starve to death rather than leave their game," he said scathingly, flicking Glorfindel's ear as he walked away.

"Huh? Erestor…you're breaking my concentration!" Glorfindel muttered, not even aware that his lover had already walked away.

Elrond led Erestor back to the concession stands, which sold the usual convention fare - hamburgers, hotdogs, soda pop, chips, and ice cream.

Looking up at the menu, Erestor touched Elrond on the arm. "I understand "ham," but that is about it," his former Advisor told the Elf Lord. "These people eat dogs? How barbaric!"

"At least they're hot…I can't even begin to imagine eating them cold," Elrond added. "Chips…chips of what, I wonder," Elrond mused as the two continued to stare at the menu.

"Probably leftover dog," Erestor muttered, suppressing a shiver. "Soda pop? I do not believe I want to eat anything that is going to pop out at me."

"Ice cream…that sound innocuous enough," Elrond commented. "Cold milk, I should think…"

"Aye, perhaps we'd be safest with that one," Erestor agreed. They waited in line, then handed over a Lorien goldpiece to the surprised attendant, who snatched it up eagerly. He handed the two Elves two cups of a cold, white substance, and two plastic spoons.

Walking away, Erestor and Elrond both stared into their cups, neither one wanting to be the first to taste it. Sniffing the contents, Elrond raised an eyebrow and said, "It smells good…"

"So did the candles at that vendor's stand, but I wouldn't want to eat them," Erestor mumbled, eyeing his cup warily.

"Well, let's find ourselves a private place to sit and try it…I don't want to have an audience if I need to spit it out,:" Elrond said.

Elrond led Erestor out a door marked "Exit." They found themselves in a stairwell, and climbed the stairs up a flight. Seating themselves on the stairs, they looked at each other for a moment, Elrond finally shrugging his shoulders, and dipping his spoon into the white, creamy concoction.

A smile slowly found it's way to Elrond's handsome face, lighting his features, and making Erestor notice just how attractive the Elf Lord was. Erestor's eyes focussed on Elrond's full, sculpted lips, parted now in pleasure, a dab of white in the corner of his mouth. Erestor found himself desperately wanted to lick that dab off.

"It's good, Erestor! Try it…" Elrond said, dipping his spoon into his cup, then putting the bowl of the spoon to Erestor's lips.

Erestor kept his eyes on Elrond's face as he slowly opened his mouth, and allowed Elrond to spoon feed him. His tongue curled over the bowl of the spoon in, what he hoped, was a most suggestive manner. It didn't matter to Erestor at this moment if what the spoon held tasted like warg droppings…he was entranced by the Lord of Imladris' mouth, and wondered why, over so many centuries, he and Elrond had never managed to make love together.

Elrond was not blind. He noticed the way Erestor licked the ice cream off the spoon, and he smiled inwardly. He had always been attracted to his Advisor, but, having had a wife, not to mention several children, Elrond had never been disposed to pursue him. Now, however…today…here they were, secluded, no wives, his daughter married, his sons downstairs doing Eru-knew-what, presented with the perfect opportunity.

Removing the spoon from Erestor's mouth, Elrond dipped it into his cup again. This time, it was Elrond's turn to suggestively lick the ice cream off the spoon, his pink tongue flicking lightly at the edge of the spoon.

Erestor caught his breath, not able to pull his eyes from Elrond's dancing pink tongue. His own tongue slipped from his mouth to moisten his lips. He watched Elrond place his cup down, and lean in closer to him, watched those lovely lips part as they came in contact with his.

"Erestor," Elrond whispered, his voice husky with desire, "I want you. Now. Here." Elrond's hands wrapped themselves around Erestor's face, pulling him in to a deep kiss, Elrond's tongue seeking purchase in the moist, hot cavern of Erestor's mouth.

Erestor wrapped his fingers in the Elf Lord's silky black tresses, kissing him back with as much fervor as Elrond had been kissing him.

Elrond's hands soon left Erestor's face, pulling at the closures of his own tunic, slipping it off of his broad shoulders, then going to work on Erestor's. Pulling back from the kiss, Elrond watched Erestor's alabaster skin be revealed as his former Advisor shrugged out of the robe. Slowly, Elrond ran his fingers lightly over Erestor's shoulders, trailing them over his collarbone, down his sternum, to finally rub lightly over his pale pink nipples, teasing them into hard, tiny nubs. Erestor sighed, his head hanging back, exposing his throat to Elrond.

Dipping his head forward, Elrond teased at the soft flesh at the juncture of Erestor's neck and shoulder, sucking the silken skin into his mouth, marking him. Erestor's hands were not idle, sliding over Elrond's swarthier skin, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders and back, sweeping down his arms, to cover Elrond's hands as they teased at Erestor's nipples.

Claiming his mouth again, Elrond untied his leggings, wriggling them down over his hips, while Erestor did the same, kicking off his boots in the process. Taking hold of Erestor's leggings, Elrond pulled them the rest of the way off of his body, noting in passing that Erestor's Elfhood was everything he remembered it to be on the few occasions Elrond had seen it. Elrond positioned Erestor a couple of steps above him, so that Erestor's stiffened erection bobbed directly in Elrond's line of vision. Touching the tip of Erestor's Elfhood with one finger, Elrond dabbed into the tiny drop of moisture that clung there, lifting his finger to taste Erestor's essence, causing the Advisor to draw his breath in.

Looking to one side, Elrond saw the discarded cup of ice cream sitting close by. Taking the cup, he smiled, catching Erestor's eye, and licking his lips. He held the cup over Erestor's throbbing shaft, drizzling the melting ice cream over it, letting it drip down to the Elf's sac, and further, sliding between his firm, quivering cheeks.

Elrond put the cup down, then spread Erestor's legs further, exposing all of his sweetness to Elrond's gaze. Kneeling on the lower step, Elrond lowered his head, beginning to lick the cream from Erestor in long, slow movements, the tip of his tongue curled to catch the sweet liquid.

Erestor moaned, as Elrond licked his way down his Elfhood, licking his sac, taking one half into his hot mouth. His hands wrapped once again in Elrond's long hair as the Elf Lord turned his attention to the other half of the sac, sucking it clean.

As Elrond's tongue slipped below the sac, to lick gently around the exposed puckered opening that lay just behind it, Erestor moaned louder, his hips lifting into Elrond's touch.

At first sucking at the entry, cleaning the creamy liquid from Erestor's skin, Elrond began to thrust his tongue inside Erestor, causing the Advisor to squirm with pleasure.

"Elrond! Please, for the love of Eru…I need more…" Erestor moaned, grabbing Elrond's head and bucking his hips into his mouth.

Elrond lifted his head, his mouth finding Erestor's shaft once more, while slowly slipping a finger inside Erestor's tight hole, made wet by both the ice cream, and Elrond's limber tongue.

"Elrond…"

Elrond lifted his head from his ministrations, his breath as heavy as his Elfhood, which was currently throbbing between his legs. "I am going to make you come, 'Restor. I want to taste you." He devoured Erestor whole, while slipping another finger inside of Erestor's silky sheathe.

Erestor began to ride Elrond's fingers, his firm cheeks bouncing on the hard cement of the stairs. His moans became longer and louder, as his climax boiled up from his sacs, his seed spurting against the back of Elrond's throat.

Panting heavily, his body still trembling from his orgasm, Erestor's dark eyes were hooded as he watched Elrond position himself between his legs, stroking his thick rod, and rubbing the tip against Erestor's entry.

"Are you ready for me, Erestor? Do you want me to stick this inside of you? Do you want to feel me ride you?" Elrond asked, his eyes hooded with passion, his fingers sliding up and down his shaft, slick with his own precum.

"Yes, Elrond! I want to watch as you enter me…" Erestor answered, feeling life in his Elfhood again at the thought of his Lord sliding into his body.

Slowly, Elrond pushed the head of his Elfhood past the tight ring of muscle, sliding into the tight, hot sheathe. Groaning as the hotness enveloped his shaft, he began to pump himself in and nearly out of Erestor's body.

"Ai, Elrond!" Erestor cried, his own hand finding his erection, stroking it in time to Elrond's pace. Already hard again, Erestor couldn't remember the last time he'd been this aroused so quickly after an orgasm.

Faster Elrond pumped, and faster Erestor stroked, their moans co-mingling and echoing in the empty stairwell.

"Erestor!" Elrond screamed, as his seed shot into the Advisor's body, his cheeks clenching in ecstasy, every muscle in his body tense and standing out in corded relief.

"Elrond!" Erestor shouted, his creamy seed spilling again, this time over his own hand and stomach. They collapsed on the stairwell, shaking, panting for breath, their skin damp with sweat.

Erestor leaned down, claiming Elrond's sweet mouth in a deep kiss, before pulling himself up by the stairwell railing, and beginning to redress.

After they were dressed, the Elves kissed yet again, grinding their hips against each other, sucking hungrily at each other's tongues.

"We need to stop this, or we'll be in here all night," Elrond chuckled, separating himself from Erestor's arms and bending to pick up the empty ice cream containers.

Sighing, Erestor agreed. "I'm going to have to find out how to make this stuff - this ice cream - before we leave. I think Glorfindel will like it. Especially how you served it, Elrond."

Laughing, the two Elves walked back down the stairs and into the Convention Hall, chucking the empty containers into the trash as they passed the receptacle.
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