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This short story was inspired by the Elven Slash Plotbunny Generator from Mandos, found at Queen Cheetah's Domain.

Author: Emmess

Title: Secrets in the Library

Second in a series of shorts entitled, "Secrets."

And the Elven Slash Plotbunny Generator from Mandos said:
It all started when Orophin

went to a party

and saw Elrond

who was snoring

Rating of your story NC17

Number of people who read it 4,975

Music and laughter floated along on the breeze reaching the travelers' keen ears well before they were in sight of the softly flickering candlelight that lit the windows of Elrond's House. Smiling at one another, the three silver-haired emissaries from Lothlorien stepped up their pace, eager to partake in the hospitality of the Lord of Imladris after their grueling five day journey from Caras Galadhon.
"It seems we have come at a most opportune moment," Rumil remarked as they pulled abreast of the stables to the rear of Elrond's House. "A celebration seems to be in the happening."
"Aye, my Lord," a young Elf serving as stable attendant offered, taking the reins from the handsome Silvan, "'tis in honor of a most successful trade season. 'Tis well known that Lord Elrond is a most generous host."
A broad grin forced Rumil's cheeks to dimple as he eyed his brothers. "Ah…a night of wine, music, and dancing! I cannot think of a better way for three brothers to spend the night!"
"If you are hard pressed to think of a better way to spend the night other than drinking and dancing with your brothers, then you have been patrolling the fences far too long," Haldir remarked dryly, lifting one haughty brow at his brother. "I, for one, plan to secure myself a very large tankard of ale, then immerse myself first in a hot bath, and then in the nearest willing Elleth!"
The three brothers roared with laughter, although a careful observer might have noticed that, of the three, Orophin's laugh seemed rather forced. He grinned as widely as Rumil, and laughed as loudly as Haldir, but somehow the mirth never quite reached his eyes.
Always slightly less ebullient than either of his brothers, Orophin's reputation was one of introspection - rather shy and withdrawn in the company of those outside his immediate family, he much preferred the comparative solitude of patrol than the bustling life of the city. Often Rumil had bemoaned Orophin's lackluster social skills, noting that only on rare occasions would one find an elleth on Orophin's arm. More likely than not, if forced into attending a social gathering, Orophin could be found huddled in some dark corner watching the festivities silently.
Anxious to present themselves to Lord Elrond and avail themselves of his generosity, Rumil and Haldir hurried toward the beckoning lights of the House. Orophin trailed several yards behind them, his face showing none of the excitement or enthusiasm of his brothers. Truth be told, he had no ambition to partake of either drink or dancing, and certainly had no plans to bed anyone. He would much have preferred a quiet dinner, a soft pallet, and perhaps an interesting volume from Lord Elrond's extensive library.
Entering Elrond's House, the trio immediately requested an audience with the Peredhil Lord. Within moments of their arrival, they were met by two identically dressed Elves whose faces were mirror images of each other - Lord Elrond's twin sons, Elrohir and Elladan.
"Mae Govannen, Haldir!" Elladan exclaimed, greeting the Captain of the Lorien Guard first, as befitted his station. Haldir returned the greeting, along with a respectful bow, his fist touching his chest.
"Lord Elladan, a pleasure, as always. You may remember my younger brothers, Rumil and Orophin…"
"Aye, though it has been nearly an Age since last we met," Elladan replied, nodding his head at the two Silvan Elves. "Of course you will remember my brother, Elrohir."
Again greetings were exchanged all around, the three emissaries bowing respectfully to Elrond's other son. Elrohir smiled broadly at his father's guests, bidding them to enter.
"Come, be our guests and join the revelry…the night is young, the wine flows freely, and our ellith will be most willing to make the acquaintance of three such handsome travelers!" he laughed, sweeping his arm toward the doors through which the music and laughter flowed.
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Orophin accepted a proffered mug of ale from the barkeep, turning to sweep his eyes across the crowded room. He spotted his brothers, both already surrounded by doe-eyed females, and smirked, knowing in advance that he would have need of finding somewhere else to sleep that night. From experience he knew that his lusty brothers would be pounding and groaning all night, and he had no wish to attempt to screen out the noise while he tried vainly to sleep.
Draining his mug, he quietly slipped from the Hall of Fire, wandering down the dimly lit halls of Elrond's House, hoping to come across a servant who might be so kind as to direct him to a chamber he might use for the night.
A brighter light shone through an open doorway on his right, beckoning the Silvan. He poked his head through the open door, smiling with pleasure when his eyes took in the shelves of books that lined the walls of the room from ceiling to floor. Lord Elrond's Library was infamous for its collection of rare manuscripts and books, to Orophin's mind infinitely more interesting than bawdy jokes being told - mostly by his brothers and Lord Elrond's sons - at the celebration. Stepping inside the room, he approached the nearest shelf, running his long, elegant fingers lightly over the spines of the books that lined them.
A soft rumbling sound caught his ear, distracting him from his perusal of the volumes on the shelves. Casting a look at the far shadowed corner, Orophin spotted a form slumped over a desk, head cradled on folded arms, snoring softly.
His first inclination was to leave as quietly as he had arrived, but as he turned to take his leave, his foot brushed against a table, the soft rattle of the wood against the stone floor echoing in the deep silence of the library.
"Hold," came a deep voice from the back of the room, slightly thick with sleep. "You are Orophin, are you not? I remember you from my last visit to your Lord and Lady."
Remembering his training as a warden of the Galadrhim, Orophin bowed deeply to Elrond, Lord of Imladris before approaching the waking Lord. "Aye, Lord Elrond, 'tis I. I apologize for interrupting your slumber, my Lord."
"Nonsense…I found myself weary of the festivities and came here to find solitude. Unfortunately, lately it seems solitude and reverie are one in the same," Elrond smiled, beckoning the young Silvan to come closer. "What brings you so far from the revelry, Orophin? I would think the three Lorien brothers would be covered in Imladris' most fair elleth by now."
"Aye, my Lord…my brothers are engaged as such, but, like you, I thought also to seek a more quiet corner," Orophin replied honestly. Then, blushing at his lack of manners, quickly added, "Not that I am not most appreciative of your hospitality, my Lord!"
"I understand, Orophin. Shall I have a servant show you to your quarters? Perhaps you would not be adverse to some feminine company this eve? I shall have one of the courtesans visit you…"
"I thank you kindly, my Lord, but I've no wish for companionship…" Orophin blurted before he could stop himself, his pale skin coloring. "I…rather, I would…um…it was a long journey, my Lord," he finished lamely, his eyes falling to stare at his boots.
Elrond was an Ancient…well versed in the ways of the world, more so than either of his sons would ever care to admit. They both still thought of him as simply Ada, a warm and caring but rather stodgy Elf, when in reality, Elrond was wise in the ways of the world, having tasted of nearly every pleasure available. Since his marriage to Celebrian and her consequent sailing however, he had preferred to seek his comfort in the company of his books, only occasionally indulging in the pleasures of the flesh.
He knew immediately, however, from Orophin's stammer and blush, that the Elf was not merely tired from his long journey. That excuse was just that…an excuse meant to allow Orophin to respectfully decline Elrond's offer of feminine companionship. Elrond was well aware of the strict codes of conduct among Lord Celeborn's Guards…such inclinations that he was sure Orophin felt would preclude him from the ranks of the Galadhrim. Although Celeborn would never question a Guard's desires outright, neither would any that wished to remain a member of Galadhrim offer such information. Elrond, himself, saw no need for such restrictions among his own guard, but Lorien was not his to rule. However, as Orophin's host, he felt it his duty to make sure that the young Silvan's needs were met.
Rising from his seat, he bade Orophin remain where he was, as Elrond walked to the door, closing it softly and throwing the bolt. Returning to where Orophin stood, still staring at his shoes, Elrond sat on the edge of his desk, quietly observing the young Silvan.
As tall as his older brother Haldir, Orophin, being much younger than his sibling, was not as broad across the chest or thick around the thigh as the March Warden. Still, he presented a very pleasing figure to the eye. Even, almost delicate features combined to create a handsome countenance, his alabaster skin still flushed pink with what Elrond was certain Orophin perceived as his faux pas. His silvery blonde hair was pulled back tightly into a thick, heavy braid meant for convenience in traveling, falling to lay midway down his back, gleaming even in the dim candlelight. His tunic of a simple design fit him well across the shoulders, tapering to his narrow waist and hips. Equally simple black leggings, a staple of the Galadhrim, hugged his muscular thighs and calves, as did his high, suede, riding boots.
"Orophin," Elrond began, standing to face the younger Elf, so close that he could nearly feel the heat from Orophin's flushed face, "Look at me, Pen neth."
Again remembering his training, Orophin's head snapped up, his body automatically assuming the position of full attention, his silvery gray eyes focussed at some point over Elrond's right shoulder. Elrond smiled gently, noting the tension in the Guard's shoulders. "At ease, Mellon. You are worried that I have learned a secret that may well serve to destroy your career, but I swear to you on my forefathers that I will not breathe a word of it."
The flash of fear that lit Orophin's eyes at Elrond's words was quickly replaced by a look of shame, as the Silvan's shoulders sagged.
"Feel no shame, Orophin…such feelings are common in Imladris. We do not ostracize anyone based on such inclinations. Even I, myself, have had occasion to enjoy such diversions." At the younger Elf's sharp intake of breath, Elrond smiled, raising a finger to gently stroke Orophin's downy soft cheek. "You are in need, Pen neth. Please allow me the honor of seeing to your needs personally." Closing the short distance between them in an instant, Elrond gently pressed his lips to Orophin's trembling ones, his hand finding its way beneath the younger Elf's heavy braid to lay gently at the nape of his neck.
Breaking the kiss, Elrond pulled back meeting Orophin's wide gray eyes with his own indigo ones, searching for some sign that his advances were welcome.
Orophin unconsciously licked his lower lip, at the taste of the Peredhil Lord lingering there. He had had trysts before, always in darkened places, started and completed in secrecy, secrets upon secrets, but never so openly, and certainly not with someone of Elrond's stature. The tightening in his loins quickly superceded his shock at Elrond's revelation and offer. Almost of their own volition, his hands wrapped themselves around Elrond's handsome face, pulling it closer, his full lips claiming Elrond's soft ones passionately and deeply.
Sighing into Elrond's mouth, Orophin felt the Peredhil Lord's hand leave his neck, joining his other arm, the two sliding in tandem down Orophin's sleeves, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric of his jerkin. Before he could register Elrond's actions, those same hands had unhooked the clasps of Orophin's jerkin, and were sliding it from his body.
Again Elrond broke the kiss, this time stepping back to admire Orophin's slender, but firm, build. Each muscle was clearly defined on the young Elf's chest, testament to the rigors of the life a member of the Galadhrim. Tapering to a narrowed waist, Orophin's washboard stomach disappeared into his tightly laced tunics, the next piece of apparel Elrond sought to divest him of.
With an abandon he had never imagined he could possess, Orophin matched Elrond's speed at divesting his Lordship of his robes, carelessly allowing them to fall, puddled on the floor along with his own course traveling clothes. Sighing as his fingers slid across Elrond's own well-formed physique, he elicited a gasp from the Peredhil Lord as they brushed across Elrond's dusky nipples, already hard from both lust and the chill in the air.
Moaning softly, Elrond bent his head to taste the flesh at the base of Orophin's neck, his teeth gently teasing the soft, pale skin. His own hands worked at unlacing the Guard's leggings, pushing them down and releasing Orophin's straining erection.
Without hesitation, Orophin pulled away from Elrond, his eyes never leaving the Lord of Imladris' eyes as he kicked off his boots and pulled his leggings the rest of the way off. Standing naked before his Lordship, Orophin waited for Elrond's approval. It came as Elrond fell to his knees before the younger Elf, his hands sliding over the taut muscles of Orophin's belly, his tongue flicking at the head of the reddened shaft rising from its nest of silver curls.
Orophin's hands fisted themselves in the ebony tresses of the Peredhil Lord as Elrond devoured his organ, taking him fully into his mouth. His head thrown back on his neck, Orophin groaned at the delicious feelings Elrond's ministrations elicited, his hips bucking upward into his Lordship's willing mouth.
"My Lord…I would taste you," Orophin pleaded, nearing his peak and not wishing to end this encounter so quickly. Gladly acquiescing Elrond walked to sit on his chair, he legs wantonly splayed before the Guard's eyes. Kneeling almost reverentially, Orophin took Elrond's shaft, stiffened and weeping, into his mouth, delighting in his taste, creating a suction that caused Elrond to shudder.
Elrond, his eyes closed to the incredible sensations coursing through him from Orophin's nimble tongue, reached down blindly, feeling for Orophin's hand. Finding it, he brought it to his mouth, sliding the younger Elf's fingers over his tongue, sucking gently on them.
Orophin moaned onto Elrond's member, feeling the hot, wet pressure on his fingers. Releasing Orophin's fingers, in a hoarse whisper, Elrond commanded, "Enter me, Pen neth…" He spread his legs wider on the chair, affording Orophin easier access to his most private areas.
Without releasing his lips from the Peredhil Lord's organ, Orophin's fingers traced the path from Elrond's swollen sac back to find his quivering, puckered opening. He carefully, slowly slid his finger, still wet from it's adventures in Elrond's hot, moist mouth, into the Lord of Imladris' opening, moaning around the Peredhil's member at the deliciously hot, silky feel of Elrond's channel.
Elrond could feel his climax beginning to boil up, his belly heating with it, his rod weeping in Orophin's mouth. Fisting handfuls of the silver hair of the young Guard, he came hard, Orophin drinking deeply of Elrond's essence.
"Stand," Elrond managed to order, though his body was still trembling with the force of his orgasm. Obeying immediately, Orophin stood before the Peredhil, his organ bobbing, weeping silver tears. Nearly growling, Elrond devoured Orophin whole, one hand cupping the young Elf's swollen sac, the other snaking around his back to cup and kneed at the firm flesh of his rear. Bucking wildly into Elrond's mouth, Orophin's climax came swiftly, his seed spilling down the Peredhil Lord's throat.
Dropping to his knees, Orophin lay his head against the darker skin of Elrond's belly, shaking. Gently, Elrond stroked Orophin's brow, murmuring sweet endearments to him, reassuring him, thanking him.
"Orophin, I will have a servant show you to a chamber you may use during your stay here. Am I correct in assuming you do not wish to share one with your brothers?"
"They will bring ellith in every night and several times a day, I've no doubt, my Lord. I fear I would get little rest if I were to share a room with them, and they would wonder why I…" his voice trailed off, but he was encouraged by Elrond's nod. "If it would not be a burden, I would very much like a chamber to myself."
Laughing softly, Elrond nodded. "Know this, Orophin of Lorien, should you feel a need rise again, my door is always open to you. Perhaps I will seek you out as well, my silver haired melethron…"
Smiling, Orophin lifted his head, kissing Elrond tenderly, and gratefully. He stood, dressed quickly, and bent over Elrond who still sat in his chair, kissing him once more, before snapping to attention and offering Elrond a deep, respectful bow.
His step much lighter than it had been before, Orophin found his way back to the celebration, having discovered both a sudden thirst and an overwhelming hunger, a languid, satisfied smile on his face.
The End.

Translations:

Mae Govannen - Well met

Pen neth - Young One

Mellon - Friend

Melethron - Lover (m)
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