Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (8/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.


Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Chapter8/?

A short stone path lead from the doors of the dining hall to the entrance of the gardens which was marked by an archway covered in sweetly perfumed blossoms. The heady scent was carried on the gentle breath of warm air, Ithil’s soft, pale light added an ethereal beauty to the night and the soft whispering of the waterfalls in the background set the romantic mood for the lovers to which Glorfindel readily succumbed.

He tugged slightly on Erestor’s hand to gain his lover’s attention, and when the advisor turned to face him, Glorfindel took him in his arms and kissed him, not with the ardent passion of desire, but with a sweet tenderness that conveyed all the love in his heart. Erestor wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and melted into the kiss that left him weak at the knees

“I love you, Glorfindel, more that I have to words to say,” he whispered, tenderly caressing the handsome face when the kiss ended. Glorfindel smiled and sighed happily as he leaned into the touch.

“I love you, Erestor, now and forever,” he replied as he bent to capture his beloved’s lips once more.


“Their love runs true and deep,” Thranduil commented as he and Elrond watched the lovers kiss from where they stood so close together that their hands were able to touch without being seen.

“Aye, but in that they are not alone,” Elrond replied as he moved behind Thranduil so that that he could wrap his arms about his waist and rest his chin on his shoulder. He felt the warm body stiffen slightly with surprise, and reached up to brush the soft golden hair aside, exposing a deliciously tempting earlobe.

“After the scene they witnessed in your chamber there is no reason to hide our love from them,” he whispered, pleased when Thranduil relaxed back against him and moaned softly as a moist tongue teased his ear then teeth and lips nipped and suckled at the sensitive curve of his neck.

He covered Elrond’s arms with his and pulled him even closer, slowly rotating his hips against the hardness he could feel pressing into him through their garments. This time it was Elrond who moaned needily and he pulled Thranduil around to face him, thrusting against his groin as he covered his lips with a bruising, hard kiss.

“Elrond! Thranduil!” A voice shouted, drawing the lovers back from the pool of want into which they were about to plunge. Reluctantly releasing Thranduil’s lips, Elrond turned to glare at Erestor whose voice it was he had heard.

“Might I suggest a little more discretion, or have you two taken a liking to being watched? He asked, pointedly glancing down at Thranduil’s hand that was still gripping Elrond’s robe covered erection. The king’s eyes met Erestor’s gaze and allowed him to see the lust held within, and then he released the captive member, but not before wickedly giving it a few teasing strokes.

“Aye. I thought you were embarrassed by the unintentional circumstances you found yourselves in earlier, Elrond,” Glorfindel added in all seriousness.

It was time to discuss the matter openly and remove the tension that existed between the friends and all agreed they should sit and talk. Without a word, Glorfindel sat with his back resting against one of the trees, and spread his legs a little and held his hand out to Erestor who smiled affectionately at his beloved and took the place made for him, resting his hands on Glorfindel’s thighs and his head on the muscular chest.

“Embarrassment implies shame, and I have never been ashamed of my love for Thranduil,” Elrond said after he and the king had settled in much the same position and exchanged a brief kiss that spoke of their delight in being able to at last openly display their affection to Elrond’s closest friends.

“Then why the secrecy?” Erestor asked.

“At first because we encountered nothing but disapproval, and I was forbidden to continue in the relationship, and then later because our duty to our people and our families took precedence over our duty to our hearts,” Thranduil said as he proceeded to briefly explain the many hurdles the new lovers had found themselves facing.

“How could you bear the separation?” Glorfindel asked with immense sadness at the very thought of how such a parting would mean that he would not see Erestor’s’ sweet smile for so many years. He already thought his patrols went far too long at times, but he certainly understood that duty must come first.

“Ai. we had our moments, and we learned to make them intensely passionate and satisfying enough so that the memories lingered until the next time we met,” Elrond said, exchanging a meaningful glance with his lover who nodded his agreement.

“Indeed we did, although other than the time Oropher ‘interrupted’ us, we have never been so careless as to allow ourselves to be caught off guard,” Thranduil said turning so that he could say the words of desire he wanted only Elrond to hear. “I needed you so badly, I was sorely tempted to ravish you the moment we met in the courtyard. I certainly gave no thought to the locked door that in Greenwood, at least, means a chamber is occupied by someone wishing not to be disturbed.” Elrond chuckled softly.

“Aye. it has the same meaning here. And rest assured, my love, you were not alone in your want. We have never been apart for as long as this last time, and even now my body is aching to feel your touch,” Elrond whispered, his eyes reflecting needs too long unattended and he took his lover’s lips in a passionate promise of things to come.

Erestor stood and reached for Glorfindel’s hand, smiling knowingly at his lover.

“It is time we left, do you not agree?”

“Aye, but. It is such a lovely night for passion under the stars,” he said with regret.

“There are many more secluded gardens, my lust y one,” Erestor said as he slowly began undoing his robe, opening it at the waist and teasing Glorfindel with a glimpse of the naked flesh beneath., and his eyes darkened with lust as he recalled Erestor’s note form the mourning.

“Formal robes and nothing else!”

The temptation before him was too great and ignoring the wide eyed stares of Thranduil and Elrond, who also continued to fondle each other, the seneschal reached for the hardening cock that hung freely, unhindered by a garment of any description.

“Erestor you will be my undoing,” Glorfindel moaned as he stroked the silk covered steel and felt his own respond to its mate's pleasuring,

“I fully intend to be, several times in fact, but not here, unless you would prefer an audience,” he said inclining his head towards the other two lovers.

“If you will excuse us, Elrond, Thranduil, I believe Erestor and I have something of importance to discuss,” Glorfindel said, lifting his beloved into his arms and disappearing into the night. The subtle jibe was not lost on the two he left behind and they both laughed heartily.

“I do not think they will get as far as your desk, nor will we,” Thranduil reassured Elrond as he pushed his lover back and rolled over onto him, capturing his lips and thrusting his tongue into the mouth that eagerly opened to deepen the kiss.

“I think that until I leave, it would be wise if we adopted Erestor’s current form of dress. You are wearing far too many clothes,” Thranduil said as he struggled to remove Elrond’s tight fitting leggings.

“We both are,” Elrond agreed, as he did likewise and then proceeded to place fiery kisses all over the exposed flesh before putting his lips to better use and sucking first on each of the sweet nipples before moving down lick the drops of fluid from Thranduil’s straining cock. The king arched his back in pleasure and begged for more, whimpering with need when Elrond removed his mouth from around the sweet hardness. He reached for his discarded robe and removed the phial from the pocket and held it up for Thranduil tom see.

“Aye, please…hurry..” Thranduil begged again as he watched his lover’s painfully slow movements, Once his fingers were coated with oil, Elrond rolled his lover onto his stomach and pushed his cheeks apart. Thranduil bucked wildly when not the hard digit but a moist softness slowly worked its way around his opening before pushing deep inside. Reaching to stroke himself as he thrust in and out with his tongue, Elrond brought them both to the edge, then leaving them both aroused and panting with need, he carefully prepared his lover with his fingers.

“Enough! Take me now!” Thranduil demanded as he impaled himself on the three digits that now filled him.

“As you wish,” Elrond agreed and with an almost feral growl he sheathed himself to the hilt with a single, deep, hard thrust.

“Aye...that is so good….harder…faster…” Thranduil demanded wantonly, rotating his hips and forcing Elrond’s slick cock to brush against his prostrate. Grunting and groaning with each thrust, Elrond drove deeply into his lover, and as he felt the first tingling of his climax flow through his blood, he grasped Thranduil’s weeping cock and stroked him rapidly to completion, screaming with ecstasy as his hot seed filled the tight passage in the same instant that his hand was coated with his lover’s.

In another secluded part of the garden, having ridden his lover to an intensely pleasurable completion, a sated Glorfindel lay in Erestor’s’ arms, slipping slowly into an exhausted reverie that was disturbed momentarily by ecstatic shouts echoing through the night:

“Elrond!”

“Thranduil!”

“Someone should warn them how well their voices carry,” Glorfindel whispered against his lover’s still rapidly beating heart.

”Hmm, no doubt it will be mentioned sooner or later, but let us not be the ones to spoil their fun,” Erestor replied, kissing the golden head as he followed Glorfindel into the dream only lovers shared.