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Author's Note: Shameless elf pornography. Enjoy!

Ambushed!

When he awoke that morning, Celebrían was already gone on some business of her own. Elrond breathed deep, her perfume on the sheets, and stretched out his limbs in their bed, happy. Every day here was pleasant. Sometimes, too pleasant, Elrond thought with a frown, and determined he would not be waylaid this day by any of his lovers. This day he would walk freely outside in the sunshine. Today would be for friends and reflection. He'd had little chance to indulge in either of those for far too many weeks now. Since Thranduil's arrival, in fact.

Once he had bathed, eaten and dressed, he left their small house, alert in case there should be someone just lurking outside. It had happened before, time and again, as soon as he had walked through his own door. But this time there was no one. Relaxing, Elrond drew in a deep breath and began to walk, letting his surroundings settle in his fëa. It felt good to be beneath the trees here, knowing that this peace would last forever. Until the end of time, in fact. It was an extremely satisfying thought.

Elrond had written many books during his time in Middle Earth. Now his mind began to turn to history. It would be a challenge for him to write an account of some of the events he had taken part in, and others who were not involved might even find it good reading. He let his mind drift back, the hurts of his life seemed smaller now, the grief less sharp. All were reunited here. Even Gil-Galad was here, and Elrond's joy upon discovering that had been endless.

Many times they had sat and relived parts of their lives together. They had been, and still were, such close friends. Elrond unconsciously turned his feet in that direction. Perhaps a game of chess while they talked?

So it was that he wasn't really paying attention to what was around him any more. Elrond was only aware of the impression of nature and sunlight. When someone grabbed him from behind, his struggle was sudden but weak, and before he knew it, he was abducted into some secluded copse in the middle of the wood, his hands bound and his eyes blindfolded. His mouth was gagged tightly as he fought his attacker, and so it was too late for him to sigh when he realised there was more than one of them.

In fact, as he gathered his senses, he realised there were three of them. Elrond gulped. All at once!? No! It was too much! He fought again, but they kept him effortlessly immobile, something that excited his mind in a way that shamed him. Was he really so lustful as to find the idea of it thrilling? Apparently so.

He wanted to beg for them not to do it, but he could not. He wanted to beg for them not to do it out here, in the middle of the wood, where anyone might happen by, but it seemed it was too late for him to make any kind of entreaty. His voice was only a muffled sound of indignation behind the gag as his three captors talked between themselves.

“Take his clothes away from him. You might need to untie his hands for that.” Surely that was Oropher's voice. Elrond could hear his laughter below the words. He felt hands untying the knots that held his wrists, and he fought suddenly – desperately – but they were ready for him. Three of them, holding him still while they stripped him. Right out in the open air!

Elrond could feel the breeze against his naked skin as his wrists were bound behind him again. “On your knees, lass nín.” Thranduil's voice, and Elrond did as his Master wanted immediately, swallowing behind the gag. He didn't know what he expected, but it wasn't to be left alone, on display, as if waiting for one or all of them, his body almost swaying. Elrond was utterly mortified, and then he heard some of their whispers as they discussed him.

“...telienad mín needs the gag for now. He will only protest if we remove it.”

“...but Ada...”

Ada. That word coiled around in Elrond's head, ever present since Thranduil had joined the rest of them here. It made him remember who they were to each other, and he made a noise behind the gag.

“See. We will remove it when he is too far gone to make words. Except those sounds you so love, ion nín. I would not deny you those sweet noises.” There was a laugh that made Elrond blush. “I would not deny them myself.”

Elrond shook his head at the voiced intention, and his only response was more laughter. He wanted to beg again already, mostly for them to take him somewhere private if they were determined upon using him this way. He forgot to breathe. One after the other. His body responded to that thought with a rush of desire he couldn't help, and couldn't hide. The three of them, over and over again, until he could not think any more. A hand was laid on his head.

“We should begin. Look! Lass mín is impatient.” As if the amused words weren't bad enough, it was Legolas speaking them. Elrond's cheeks flushed in utter humiliation, and he choked back a whimper.

More laughter, and then he was bodily forced down over someone's knees. Elrond could not tell which one of them it was, and he trembled as hands stroked down over his back. More than two hands. In fact, he could sense their body heat around him, and all he could think was that if someone did happen by, his own form might mercifully be hidden by them.

They were all dressed still, but they touched him like a pet. Stroking, caressing, tickling and massaging. Elrond moaned helplessly behind the gag, writhing under their hands, turning himself over, this way and that, bending his body how they wanted. So hard already, his body knew these hands, knew the pleasure they could awaken in him, and it didn't take them long at all to make him mindless with desire. It was impossible to resist, even though he knew they laughed at him, tormented and teased him.

“Bara melethron mín,” said a voice, and Elrond could not tell it apart. He was too far gone to make sense of such things. “Spread your legs so we can make you ready.” Elrond complied, laid out on his front now on the cool grass, already anticipating their touch. The hands that rested on him stilled, and an oiled finger pressed inside him, making him moan again.

That one finger unerringly found his prostate and massaged it slowly, turning him into a thing of sheer aching need. His body moved in rhythmic little motions. More muffled noises came from him, this time longing pleas for mercy and for more.

“Take if off now,” said a voice. “I think he is beyond attempting chastisement or correction.”

As a pair of hands removed the gag from his lips, another finger joined the first, and Elrond had the disturbing impression that two of them were touching him like that at the same time. He moaned, this time with nothing to muffle the sound, and he couldn't help noticing how helpless and lost he sounded.

Indeed he was so concerned with that he missed most of what was said around him, and when he did pay attention it didn't quite make sense. The fingers that moved inside him kept making him lose his way, lose his place as he undulated against them helplessly.

“...competition. Who shall go first?”

“...I am sure he does not want punishment.” Thranduil said that last, Elrond was certain. His heart sped up in a kind of panic. What punishment? Suddenly, Thranduil's voice was near his ear. He must be leaning right down to the ground to speak.

“Elrondlas,” he said. “You will warn us when you feel close to release, so that we can give you time to pull back from the edge. Do you understand?” Elrond understood. This was a game Thranduil had played with him many times. Making him last so that Thranduil could keep toying with him. Elrond shuddered and moaned at the thought of that lingering torture, tightening his body around the two fingers inside him. How long would it last? Here, with the three of them? Thranduil's hand grasped his hair, and he sighed in displeasure.

“I understand!” Elrond blurted in submission. “I understand, Master!”

“He will behave.” Behind the blindfold, Elrond could almost imagine Thranduil's pleased and arrogant shrug to the other two.

“Please,” he said, as the fingers withdrew. “Please, melethryn nín.”

He was pulled upright onto his knees, the pleading apparently completely ignored. An oil slick hand wrapped around his erection, making him gasp and pant and fear he would need to give warning almost instantly after agreeing to it. But after only a moment or two, the pumping of that hand stopped, and some other elf's fingers gathered the proof of his arousal from the head of it.

When those same fingers pressed against his lips, Elrond sagged a little in humiliation, but he opened his mouth obediently and suckled, the taste of himself racing over his tongue. “See how eager he is, ion nín?” said a voice close to him, perhaps the owner of the fingers, then lips pressed against his forehead. “Do not worry, telienad mín, you will taste each of us before we are done here.”

Elrond could not reply for the moment, and he knew his eyes were squeezed closed now behind the blindfold. He was not sure which he missed most, his sight or the use of his hands. He felt them gathering around him, crowding him so that when the fingers withdrew he was immediately the recipient of a deep and rousing kiss. Oropher! Elrond felt he must completely melt. That hand returned to stroke his erection, and he knew that was Thranduil. His Master's teeth nibbled at his neck, while Legolas slipped arms around his waist from behind, the younger elf's lips tracing patterns over his shoulders.

Legolas' warm breath was a sensation all of its own, and Elrond knew they were all kneeling for this. But Legolas had undressed, and his skin was hot. Where his hands were bound, Elrond's fingers were brushing against the archer's cock. All of this was far too much. There was too much for him to pay attention to, and he trembled and leaned, feeling dizzy and lost.

When Oropher drew back he heard himself pleading, though he did not know the words he spoke, or even if he spoke words at all. Elrond sensed that the three of them changed places somewhat, moving around him, and a hard cock was pressed to his lips, which he accepted, glad of the focus it granted him.

This was Thranduil, stood in front of him, sliding his hardness deep inside Elrond's mouth. Elrond was amazed he could tell the difference, but he could, and he knew the things that pleased his Master, just as he knew the things which pleased Oropher and Legolas. They must all be undressed now, and Elrond couldn't stop himself picturing the scene. The four of them, cavorting in the middle of the woods.

“That's right,” moaned Thranduil, his cock thrusting into Elrond's mouth slightly. “You know what to do, lass nín. Soon, I'll be inside you, and you can use your pretty mouth to please Ada just like this.” Elrond moaned around Thranduil's length, drawing a strange laugh from above him. “Once I've made you whimper a little, of course.”

“I suppose it hasn't occurred to you that since you will spend a good part of forever doing exactly this, then you really were born to do it?” Elrond tried to shake his head and draw back, but hands held his head still.

“Pay no heed, half elf,” said Oropher, and Elrond almost choked, realising they weren't Thranduil's hands in his hair. “You were born to be used in many ways. We will show you them all.” Elrond could almost hear the smirk, and he made a noise of protest around Thranduil again.

“Good job we'll be keeping him busy. I think he'd need the gag again...” Thranduil's voice trailed off when Elrond felt Legolas' oil slick fingers pressing up inside him again, this time to truly prepare him. One of Oropher's hands stroked over his back, as if to soothe him.

They changed position again, as if they were part of some constantly changing carousel or tableau, and Elrond could not see, so he had to rely on his other senses to tell him what was going to happen next. Which of them was where.

A hand pushed him, on the back of his shoulder, and Elrond fell forward helplessly, his biceps bulging as he struggled to free his hands, to save himself. Before he could fall completely, someone else caught his upper body weight in front of him. It was such a helpless feeling, and it only became worse when he felt one of them enter him from behind, now he was bent over.

“Now moan for me, Elrondlas,” commanded Thranduil, beginning a deep fast in and out that made Elrond cry out in shock and lust. It felt good! He couldn't help himself, giving Thranduil exactly what he wanted while fingers plucked at his nipples, while a hand stroked his erection again, while another hand ran through his hair and caressed his ears.

Elrond tried to speak, to beg for it to stop, but he could not form words. Could not think of any. It was as if Thranduil was making them flee from his mind. Instead he heard himself whimper and groan, the noises he made as fluttery as his body around Thranduil's length. “Good, lass nín,” Thranduil praised. “You know you want me to win.”

Win? Win what? Elrond let out a long sound of helpless pleasure that ended in an almost silent high pitched sigh as Thranduil plunged deep inside and then held his position, merely rotating his hips.

Thranduil laughed in anticipated victory, and Oropher sighed, somewhere to the side of him. “Very good, ion nín, but we will all get a chance. It is not foregone at all.”

A palm was pressed flat to his chest, bringing him up so that his back was against Thranduil's chest, still while Thranduil was inside him. It made him gasp and struggle, his hands flat and helpless against Thranduil's hard stomach.

Again, a hand curled around his erection, slippery with the oil they had used, but it gripped him firmly, unmoving.

“Move back now,” said Thranduil by his ear, and Elrond felt the head of his erection at the point of breaching one of them. Either Oropher or Legolas, he couldn't be sure, and he suddenly struggled but found he couldn't move.

“Thranduil, please,” he begged, rubbing his cheek against his Master's neck in earnest supplication. “I can't do this. I can't take it. I will come!”

“No, you won't, Elrondlas,” Thranduil murmured, and his voice was forbidding. “You will satisfy all of us, in whatever way we choose. Now do not speak. You may make those noises again. I like those.”

And then he was inside, that hand holding his cock still and steady as the body before him moved back little by little. That, it seemed, was what Thranduil was waiting for, and he pushed forward with his hips, pushing Elrond deep into the body before him at the same time. Elrond felt flushed with desperate clinging heat. So hot around him. So tight between them.

“Ada,” moaned Legolas, and then Elrond knew who it was before him, and he sobbed in pleasure as the three of them began to move together. Thranduil finally resumed his movements, pulling out and then thrusting back in, fucking Legolas as much as Elrond. But there wasn't even room for the thought of what it meant in Elrond. He was beyond pleasure as it continued, his body merely a toy for them to use and play with.

Then, when he thought he could not bear any more, an insistent hand turned his head, another cock pressed against his lips, forcing him to accept. Oropher. Elrond could not even spare the concentration to please him properly, lips and tongue hugging the hardness in his mouth sloppily as Oropher made little movements in and out.

“Telienad mín is too taken with the two of you for the use of his tongue,” Oropher noted with amusement. Elrond, who was busy vocalising around his cock, was so overcome he nearly swooned, but then realise it would not even matter if he did. They would just continue. With some great effort, he tightened his mouth and tried to suckle, while Oropher finally sighed in pleasure above him.

A hand patted his head while Thranduil chuckled and Legolas moaned in pleasure. “Ai! That is better, half elf. Yes...”

When the continual trembling of his body resolved into heavier jolts of pleasure, Elrond wasn't even fully aware of that. When he noticed, he opened his mouth wide, trying to say it, but his words were muffled by Oropher's cock. Desperately, he almost screamed, and Oropher moved back, Thranduil stilling in his movements as he encouraged Legolas to slip away.

“You did well to warn us, Elrondlas,” Thranduil said deeply, praising him. With the loss of Legolas, Elrond actually did sob in desperate need. He felt cold and used, and still hard. His body seemed to want resolution so much, however, that the jolts in him only intensified.

“I cannot stop it!” Elrond gasped, his hips moving forward and back still in little jittery movements that reminded Elrond how Thranduil still possesed him.

“You will,” warned Thranduil. “Settle!” Elrond drew in a stuttering breath, pulling his body upright against Thranduil's chest. He could feel his cock twitching helplessly, longing for a touch. Anything at all.

“Help me, Master,” Elrond pleaded, and around him he heard sighs of adoration. Oropher and Legolas were watching him, and again he couldn't help but see the image of himself, right on the edge, begging. He swallowed and let his head fall back onto Thranduil's shoulder in defeat as his orgasm slowly moved away at last. Of course, that was when Thranduil decided to continue fucking him.

“Don't!” Elrond gasped, Thranduil's hands around his waist, fingers tickling on his ribs. “Don't!”

“You can take more,” Thranduil said in certainty. “You can take me.” He rocked his hips forward. “Can't you?”

Elrond could only cry out, yearning for something he couldn't put into words. Something only Thranduil could do to him. That domination.

“Ask for more, Elrondlas,” he suggested wickedly.

“More, Master,” Elrond groaned obediently, his lips on Thranduil's earlobe. “Please!” For his entreaty he received another rocking movement. Soon, he was begging for Thranduil's cock, while too many hands fondled him. Stroking him everywhere, making him sure he would come. Every time he came close, they eased up on him. Though Thranduil never did make it easy, telling him he could take more, that he could bear Thranduil's cock inside him without finding release.

And the torment continued on again in this way until Thranduil found his own release, his cock soft as he pulled out. Elrond felt so empty then that he sagged in his kneeling position.

The carousel moved around him.

Soon, Elrond found himself on his back, his bound hands under his lower back, lifting his hips, while two strong arms each hooked under his knees, pulling them up and out so that he was spread open, inviting and shivering. He turned his head one way, and Thranduil kissed him, tongue stabbing deep into his mouth. Overcome, he turned his head the other way, and it was Oropher there, kissing him now with such practised finesse that Elrond could not move his head any more.

Then it must be Legolas who came to lean over his body, hot cock pressing inside him with a sigh of satisfaction. Elrond felt him slide deep, so easy, and he whimpered as Oropher moved back, denying him the kiss.

“Let Legolas see what he can draw from you, half elf,” Oropher said into his ear. On the other side of him, Thranduil chuckled.

At last Elrond realised what was afoot, the game they were playing, and he squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, pressing his lips together, determined not to offer them any more of this infernal entertainment. It was not kind to tease him so! It was not loving, surely! He sniffed, once, his limbs held immobile and his own neglected erection on his belly as Legolas began to move slowly.

“Ah, you have opened him wide, Ada,” Legolas said, amused. Elrond felt his face burn in humiliation, but then Legolas didn't say anything else. Thranduil began to nip at his ear, his teeth just teasing. On his other side, Oropher bent his head to suck at Elrond's neck. When would this end? Elrond wanted to sigh, but didn't dare. It would only encourage them.

Determined to remain silent, Elrond could not help listening, and he heard the wet, organic sound of Legolas' cock as it slid against Thranduil's essence. Slick on the way in, almost sucking on the way out. They all listened to that sinful, wicked sound, until Elrond moaned wantonly, the feel of Legolas inside him was so pleasurable he could not keep it in.

Legolas was different to Thranduil. He was less selfish, more concerned with giving pleasure, and Elrond felt himself drawn back into their game by that intention, helpless to stop it. He gifted Legolas with cries of aching need that echoed among the trees, that mixed in with the sound of sweet birdsong.

Then Legolas leaned away from him, changing the angle of his entry so that Elrond arched up in sudden vibrant bliss, unknowingly offering himself to Thranduil and Oropher, who began to tease his nipples with lips and tongue and teeth. Legolas' thrusts became faster and faster, until the wild and frenzied sobs Elrond voiced were as eloquent as words.

“Lass mín, you should see Ada's face,” Legolas said, as if only to him, as if the others could not hear his words. “I am winning now.” Elrond could hear the smile in his voice. “Le melin, Elrond. Continue for me.”

With that said, he slid his warm hands under Elrond buttocks to change the angle again, easing the pressure on Elrond's bound hands. The relief of that was enough to make him gasp, but now Legolas was hitting his prostate perfectly on each glide inwards. Elrond wasn't sure what sounds he made after that, but rather thought he might have sounded like one of the birds. The long drawn out call of a lonely gull, perhaps.

When he warned of impending release, Thranduil had Legolas stop for a while until he recovered, and it began to hurt. Denied for so long. Yet Thranduil, Oropher and Legolas all seemed to become warmer to him then, dropping the awful teasing, their caresses soft and calming. Their whispered words kind and caring. In fact, they all of them loved him, and that was the worst thing. They encouraged him in his own debauching. They loved him, coddled him, cherished him sweetly until he couldn't resent a single moment in their arms.

At long last, he gave Legolas permission to continue, and Legolas thanked him for the gift of his body, but it was just as hard to bear.

When Legolas too came inside him, Elrond cried, sure he could not take anymore. He ached terribly, and though they surrounded him, he felt alone. They had everything of him, everything he could give. Yet still they held him still in that position. At the thought Oropher might replace Legolas, Elrond felt so faint he was sure he lost consciousness. When he came around, eyes blinking uselessly behind the blindfold, a warm hand was cupping his balls. Elrond squirmed and hissed in discomfort.

“...how tight they are,” said a voice, though the rest of the sentence was lost to delirium. It hurt now, terribly, and his whispered pleas were not of pleasure but for resolution. He needed!

The carousel moved again.

This time, something was really different. Someone was beneath him, their very body heat an incitement as their legs spread beneath him in invitation, tilting their lower body up towards his aching erection. Elrond growled as he felt hands release the bindings on his wrists, and his arms hurt as he moved them forward, his palms sliding over the perfect skin of the body below him.

Elrond entered that willing body before he could think, before he could stop to wonder if he would hurt. Thankfully, it seemed someone had prepared it for Elrond's use. It was like desperate hunger, starvation, and he plunged inside fast and shallow, feeling heat and the slippery sensation of oil around him. He wanted to fuck. It was all his mind had room for.

Angry, he shook his head when someone pulled the blindfold away from his eyes. It had been so long that the daylight was too bright, and he closed his eyes immediately, sliding arms under his prize to hold it to him, greedy. The image superimposed on the back of his eyelids was Oropher, his face tilted back in a mixture of pleasure and pain as Elrond rutted in him like an animal, little growling noises of lust torn from his throat after everything.

He could not stop. He would not! So much teasing! Elrond let it all go into Oropher, his thrusts almost brutal. He felt carnal and mortal, pushed beyond endurance, goaded into this with everything they had done. The growls became deep groans of possession, and he opened his eyes, looking around him first as if daring one of the others to come close, to take away what was his.

It didn't take long for him to find release now. So long denied, it was as forceful as a hurricane, and Elrond roared with the near violence of it, letting it all go at last, pulse after pulse of his essence flowing into Oropher.

When he had done, he came around to the feel of Oropher's body beneath him, his head resting on Oropher's shoulder. What had he done? Elrond lifted his head immediately, afraid to have hurt his lover, but found Oropher smiling at him despite the rough nature of their coupling. His skin was covered in little bruises that Elrond had left, and he shook his head. They had driven him to it!

“Rest, half elf,” he said. “You did well. I won.” Elrond dropped his head back onto Oropher's shoulder with a helpless sigh. But then Oropher's hand was in his hair, calming him. His soft cock was still deep in Oropher's body, and it felt very nice to rest here. Elrond stretched out a little, and then other hands came to stroke him, along his back, over his buttocks, rubbing the ache from his shoulders. Elrond relaxed as Thranduil and Legolas came to lie at either side of them both. All of them were satisfied.

Elrond looked around them. “Where are we?” he asked, though it was far too late to be modest, and he found he did not care if someone came upon them any more.

“An enclosed part of the wood near your house,” Legolas said. “Gimli and I will build a house here.”

Enclosed? Elrond sighed in relief and relaxed still further.

After around ten minutes in the sun, feeling it shine pleasantly on him through the filter of green leaves, Elrond shook his head. “You can't do this again,” he said. “I can't take it.” He thought on the past hour or so. “You will kill me between you, here in a place where we are meant to live forever.”

“Oh, lass nín,” said Thranduil, that awful amused teasing in his voice again. “It won't be every day.” Elrond snorted in disbelief, but refused to get up or move away.

“Just sometimes,” added Legolas, sounding happy. At that Elrond couldn't help smiling.

“Occasionally,” interjected Oropher. “If I'm always going to be last.” That made Elrond laugh, and the relaxed jiggling of his body made his soft cock slip free. He groaned, but still did not move.

There was a lazy interlude of five minutes or so, then Thranduil. He had to press, every time. “When we all want you, you won't refuse any of us. Will you?”

Elrond sighed. “No, no, and no!” he said, in a temper, relishing the word, even though it implied his agreement. One no for each of them. It seemed fair to him.

“Le melin,” he added, a few moments later, as if it were an afterthought. “All of you.”

They answered him in kind, all at once like a chorus, and that made Elrond laugh. They were like a congregation. He finally rolled onto his back and stretched out his arms and legs, staring up at the blue sky through the boughs of the trees.

Some things were worth waiting for.

Every day here was pleasant.

finis

Author's Note: Well, that was fun too! No Elronds were harmed in the making of this chapter. Please leave a comment! I will reply here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/55964-pippychicks-lotr-fiction-review-responses/

Translations:

telienad mín – our plaything

bara melethron mín – our eager lover

lass mín – our leaf

melethryn nín – my lovers

ion nín – my son

ada – father

le melin – I love you
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