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Elves Gone Wild	By : harryndraco Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 5108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Ritual

Author of this chapter: TICS

Rating of this chapter: NC17

Summary: Every celebration has its roots in tradition. The Elves take part in a traditional story-telling ritual as part of the Celebration in Lorien.

Genre: Slash

Pairings: er�kind of difficult to tell exactly who's doing who�but�the cast includes Lindir, Glorfindel, Elrond, Celeborn, Thranduil, Elladan, Elrohir, Erestor, Rumil, and Orophin, and Haldir.

The Ritual
Night had fallen on Caras Galadhon quietly, slowly coating the limbs of the great mellyrn with a soft blanket of dusk before fully covering them with a cloak of thick darkness. Tiny blue lamps illuminating as if by magic, their flickering sapphire flames dancing and tossing shadows against the talans, walkways and bridges of the city.

In a large clearing on the forest floor, amid the giant roots that snaked and curled their way through the rich, fragrant dirt of the Golden Wood, nearly the entire population of the city had gathered to watch the storytelling.

Always during the Celebration came the storytelling and its roots ran as deep as those of the mellyrn. The story told was always the same, although the telling itself varied with the teller and the actors who would act out the parts. The crowd at the Celebration this year murmured to each other excitedly for the teller this time was to be none other than Lindir, one of the most renown bards of their time.

Settling themselves down, they gathered in a semi-circle around the clearing eventually falling silent as they waited for the arrival of the teller.

Soft drumbeats began from somewhere above them, the throbbing sound echoing the crowd's heartbeats�THUMP-thump�THUMP-thump�THUMP-thump�increasing the level of anticipation of the audience. Soon the soft strumming of a lyre could be heard, then the slightly deeper twanging of a mandolin, each instrument complementing the others, each soothing to the ears of the listeners, who began to sway with the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, appearing as if by magic, backlit against the smooth trunk of the mallorn at the far end of the clearing facing the audience, stood a tall, fair elf clad only in a loincloth. Slender and pale, his face in shadow, his hair caught and reflected the flickering light of the F�anorian lamps that lit the area. Slowly, dramatically, he raised his arms to point to the heavens. At that moment the music stopped and the lights were doused, abruptly and completely, the silence and darkness left in their wake deep and profound. More than one person in the audience shivered, as the effect was that of being thrust into a Void, the only sound that of their own breathing and their own blood as it beat in their ears.

"E�!"*

The bard's strong voice filled the clearing, the audience catching their breath and holding it in anticipation until it echoed away into silence. Suddenly music filled the air, loud, pulsating, the tempo swelling and ebbing and strangely erotic.

"And the Ainur, sprung whole from the thoughts of Eru, began their song, the Song of Creation, and through it Eru brought forth all the creatures of the field and the sky and the waters�"

From all around them the audience could hears the chirps, and roars, and gurgles of animal life, filling the glade with the sounds of life.

"�and the Lamps were kindled to shower this new world with light and warmth, and the Ainur rejoiced in its beauty�"

Instantly the Lamps flared, illuminating the clearing. Standing in a line, five on one side of Lindir and five on the other were the actors for that evening. To his right stood Thranduil, Celeborn, Elrond, Glorfindel, and Erestor, dressed in only short, white, nearly transparent swaths of gauze that gathered over one shoulder and fell to barely skim their thighs. To his left stood Elladan, Elrohir, Orophin, Rumil, and Haldir, all completely naked, their bodies glistening with a fine coating of oil, their heads hanging down, chins resting on their chests, eyes closed as if in sleep.

"�for they had been told of the coming of the Firstborn, and were glad�"

Swaying from side to side, the Elves on the right side of Lindir began to run their hands over their bodies, rustling the gauzy fabric that covered them, their eyes closed and heads thrown back, moaning softly.

"�for their love for Eru's Children was great. And after a terrible battle and much grief, the world was finally readied for the coming of the Eldar�"

At this moment the Elves on the left side of Lindir picked their heads up and opened their eyes as if awakening, and joined their counterparts on his right in their swaying, running their fingers over their own oil-slicked flesh.

"�and the Valar taught the Children of Eru many things�to work the metals of the earth, to hunt and fish, to build and to speak, to read and to write, but the greatest lesson learned by the Firstborn was to love. For metals will tarnish and game become scarce; buildings will crumble and voices fall silent; books and scrolls will be lost; but love will always shine, always be plentiful, always stay whole, always be rejoiced in, and always dwell safely within our hearts�"

Each of the five Elves from Lindir's right hand side found his counterpart from his left, taking that Elf's hand and pulling him into a deep kiss.

"�and so we gather to celebrate this greatest of all lessons. We give thanks to Eru and the Ainur for this gift. When we kiss we remember the kiss of life bestowed upon each of us by Eru at our birth. We taste of each other and remember the taste of life, of its goodness and sweetness as Eru intended it."

Gauzy coverings were shed, each pair of Elves standing nude in the softly glowing blue light. Pressed against one another, a pair of hardened shafts rubbed against the other trapped between chiseled bellies, two pair of hands slid over soft flesh, over hard muscle, gripping firm backsides and taut shoulders, fisting themselves in sleek, silky hair.

"We feel in one another's form that which Eru holds dear�strength, vitality, endurance, and beauty."

Slowly the elder Elves who were playing the "Valar" dropped to their knees before the younger "Firstborn" Elves, and with great ceremony took younger Elves' rigid organs into their mouths. Long slender fingers cupped swollen sacs, and the younger Elves moaned their pleasure loudly, their hands placed reverently on the crowns of the heads of the elder Elves.

"We were taught to pleasure one another, for in that pleasure we rejoice in Eru's happiness at our creation. When we taste of each other's seed, we taste of the fertility of the land, of the brine of the sea, and of life itself."

Groaning loudly, cheeks clenching, the younger elves climaxed as if on cue, feeding the older elves their seed.

"But yet more there was for the Valar to teach us. They taught us to enter each other's bodies, to become as one."

Bending the still trembling younger Elves over at the waist, the "Valar" ran their hands over the oiled flesh of the "Firstborn" using the thick oil to slick their own turgid members and the puckered, quivering openings presented by the younger Elves. Eyes closed, biting their lower lips against the sensations of heat and tightness, the elder Elves slid their shafts slowly into the channels of the younger, hissing their pleasure through gritted teeth.

"As one we remember the struggles of our forefathers in the early days of our Awakening. As one we find the strength to recall the kinslayings, the war, the pain. As one we recall the joy of peace and the strength of unity. As we thrust into one another, we recall the difficulties of maintaining that peace, that unity, but know in the end, the struggle will be well worth the effort."

Thrusting hard into the firm flesh of the younger Elves, the elder Elves began to groan, then called out loudly as they, nearly as one, reached their climaxes, filling the "Firstborn" with their essence.

"And in that final moment, that one all-encompassing moment of passion and of joy, we feel the "Little Death." Life ceases to hold meaning, the world falls away and sounds fall silent, and it reminds us of the greatest promise made to the Firstborn of Eru�that no matter our fate we will meet again on the shores of Aman. That if death should take us, we will be reborn, that immortality will allow us to find our way into each other's arms again."

Taking the younger Elves into their arms again, the elder Elves kissed them tenderly, stroking the sides of their faces gently before silently turning and melting into the darkness, leaving the "Firstborn" standing alone before the audience.

"The Valar are gone and no longer walk among us, for their lessons have all been taught, and learned well by the Firstborn. Go�rejoice in the gifts of Eru, celebrate the greatest of His gifts to us as taught by the Valar�love."

There was no applause for the teller or the telling, nor for the actors who had done so well playing their parts. The storytelling was a deeply spiritual and personal event, taken seriously by all in attendance and they immediately paired off by two and threes, and in some cases four or more, beginning to celebrate Eru's greatest gift as instructed by the teller.

Removing his loincloth, a small smile of satisfaction tilting his lips, Lindir joined the throng that kissed and touched and writhed on the ground before him in celebration of love and life.
Tbc....
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