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On the Outside Looking In	By : kathmco Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: On the Outside Looking In

Author: Emmess

Rated: NC17

Pairings: Glorfindel/Elrond, Elladan/Elrohir mentioned.

Genre: Humor, slash

Summary: Glorfindel's POV…Glorfindel's job is to watch out for Elladan and Elrohir, but they are being bad monkeys…Second in what looks to have developed into a three part series, which was written half-assed backwards. Sandwich this one in between "Everything In Its Place," and "A Lesson In Control."
A/N: Dedicated to Bird…because she keeps throwing the plot bunnies at me, and I can't seem to stop wearing the velcro suit…

Glorfindel's thoughts are in italics…

On the Outside Looking In

Pick up the arrows. I believe those were my implicit instructions. Not drop your drawers in the middle of the archery field and try to yank your brother's sausage from his body. No, I believe I was quite clear, but perhaps they are more dull witted than I imagined. Perhaps I should have said,' pick up the arrows - the ones on the field - NOT the one protruding from between your brother's legs.

Glorfindel stood just fifty paces away from the Peredhil twins, who had positioned themselves behind the third target on the archery field, completely naked, pleasuring each other by hand. Low moans and growls of pleasure reached his ears, as they twins approached their mutual climaxes. Glorfindel was very angry, both at the twins for pulling such a stunt out in the open, and at himself for the growing bulge in his own leggings. At last, the twins collapsed against each other, breathing heavily, then slowly got dressed and resumed their duties of scouting for errant arrows. When they finally turned around they spotted him, and froze like rabbits cornered by a fox.
"Exactly what do you think you were doing?" he asked them, knowing full well that the look he was giving them would have caused any new recruits to wet their leggings.
"Um…Glorfindel…picking up the arrows, just as you said…" Elladan replied, blushing, and not daring to meet his eyes.
"Oh, is THAT what they are calling it these days? In my day, they had another word for it…fornication," he replied, taking great satisfaction in the identical looks on their faces as they realized that he been witness to their most recent transgression. He let them stew in silence for another moment or three, before adding, "The stables need mucking out…I think with all the excess energy you two seem to have you will be able to get it done in record time…get busy." He turned and stomped off, not waiting for a reply, or giving them the satisfaction of a backward glance.

What am I to do with them…since their majority they have not seemed able to keep their hands off of each other…was I that bad when I was their age? I barely even remember back that far…although there was that one time with Ecthelion in the middle of the fountain - but that was at night, and we were both amazingly drunk. Ai! Elrond will have kittens if I have to report this…maybe mucking out the stalls will dampen their ardor…

About an hour later, Glorfindel, still having quite a problem of his own between his legs from watching the twins pleasure each other, walked as quickly and nonchalantly as possible to the stables. He hoped the bulge at his crotch was not as noticeable as he feared it was, and as soon as he arrived he ducked behind the wooden shelter where he could find some privacy. Hidden within the tangle of brush at the rear of the stables, Glorfindel quickly unlaced his leggings, allowing his Elfhood to spring free of its constraints, a sigh escaping his lips.
Gripping himself with one hand, the other slipping into his leggings to cup the sac that hung behind his shaft, he began to stroke himself, leaning backward against the stable wall. His thoughts drifted back to the twins, their sculpted forms mirroring each other so perfectly that it was often difficult to tell where one ended and the other began, full lips crushing full lips, strong hands holding each other's organs, stroking each other faster and faster. Glorfindel could imagine that he could hear their moans, sweet and raspy, as they reached their peaks and spilled their seed between their taut bellies. His own climax came soon after, his own essence spurting into the brush.
As his heartbeat slowed, he smiled to himself, thinking he could still hear the twins' moans of ecstasy…until he realized that he really COULD still hear the twins' moans of ecstasy, and that said moans were coming from right behind him from within the barn.

Aiya! Not again! Tell me they are not at it again! By Manwe's Furry Testicles, how could they possibly be able to relieve themselves again? Virility is one thing, but this is ridiculous…even for an Elf!

Quickly stuffing his own spent member back into his leggings and lacing them tightly, he stalked around the corner of the stables. In the center of the stables a large, steaming pile of shoveled horse dropping lay, flies buzzing eagerly around it. Over the low wall of the first stall, Glorfindel saw Elrond's horse looking at the floor in what seemed to be quite an interested manner. Peering over the wall, he watched Elrohir devour his brother's Elfhood, seemingly with great gusto, while Elladan moaned and writhed on a fresh layer of hay, his leggings pulled down to his ankles.

That is it! I'll have to speak to Elrond…perhaps he'll have a suggestion on how to deal with his scoundrel sons! Sigh. Youth is wasted on the young…I'd not be squandering my energy in sordid barns and scratchy haystacks…I'd be rolling in satin sheets and fragrant baths…

Silently, Glorfindel slid from the barn, but not before Elladan's loud cry filled the stables, announcing his climax to all within hearing. Elrond's horse answered, whinnying loudly. The other horses in the barn picked up on it, the barn filling with nickers, whinnies, and nays. Shaking his golden head, he wondered if muzzles would be too much to ask Elrond for…not for the horses…for his sons.

"Elrond, this has become quite a serious problem. No longer are they content with the privacy of their own chambers, or even to find secluded spots like the wine cellar…oh, no! Now they have taken to pouncing upon each other right out in the open! What is next? Fornicating in the middle of the marketplace? I just do not know what to do with them. You bid me watch out for them. You ordered me to see to it that they do no harm to their reputations, but it seems out of my hands…you must step in, Elrond," Glorfindel stated, as simply as he could, trying very hard not to laugh, or, Eru forbid, have his Elfhood rise again. Elrond would not miss something like that - not with those eagle eyes of his.
"Glorfindel…tell me again exactly what you saw in the stables…perhaps you were wrong and misinterpreted their actions," Elrond requested, turning his back to his advisor as he directed his gaze out of one of the windows in his study.
"There was no mistaking what I saw, Elrond…I've seen enough Elfhoods in my day to know exactly what it was of Elladan's that Elrohir was gnawing on. And, unless your horse stepped on him -which I highly doubt - that was NOT a scream of pain coming from Elladan's mouth as I left."

Damn it! My Elfhood betrays me yet again! Aiya! Elrond…don't turn around…oh, no…he's seen it. I can tell just by the look on his face…if that eyebrow goes up any further it will be on the back side of his head. Oh…seems he has a bit of problem himself…doesn't he know by now that he really should wear leggings under that robe…his organ is pitching a tent - quite a tent, in fact. Oh, Sweet Elbereth…I have to stop thinking about it…

Stoically, Glorfindel stared straight ahead, his face showing no signs of his thoughts, although the same could hardly be said for the huge bulge that had developed at his crotch. Still, he fought to keep his breathing under control, and his eyes fixed on an imaginary horizon, not daring to meet Elrond's eyes.
Elrond cleared his throat, turning once again to hide his own problem from the Slayer. "Perhaps more physically demanding chores will help quench their desires…cough. Ahem..um..the floors in the Hall need scrubbing. Set them to it immediately."
"Aye, Elrond…immediately, my Lord," Glorfindel answered, hoping that Elrond would dismiss him before he needed to change his leggings.
"Glorfindel…um…I seem to have developed a slight problem…" Elrond said quietly, turning to allow Glorfindel full view of his erection, now clearly defined under the soft material of his robe. "I wonder if you might not be so inclined as to help me with it…since I've noticed that you also have a bit of a worry, yourself."
"My Lord? Here? In your study? In the middle of the day? Now?" Glorfindel asked, floored by Elrond's request.
"Yes, to each and every question, Captain…" Elrond replied, a lusty look filling his dark gray eyes, his lips curling into a rather predatory smile.

By the Valar! I have just now realized from whom the twins' get their promiscuous tendencies! Elrond…you sordid old goat! Well, never let it be said that Glorfindel was derelict in his duty to his Lord…

Nodding his head, Glorfindel watched Elrond, with one smooth motion, unclasp the fastening of his robe and let it fall from his shoulders to puddle on the ground in velvety folds about his feet. The Slayer did not hesitate - he WAS under a direct order from his Lord, after all - to shed his own tunic, leggings, and boots. The two Elves remained stationary for a few moments, each drinking in the sight of the other, before Elrond approached the Slayer.
He slid one hand behind Glorfindel's golden head, pulling the Slayer's lips closer to his own, stopping before contact could be made, his dark gray eyes locked with the Slayer's turquoise ones. His other hand slid between their bodies, gripping both their erections in his firm hand. Slowly he stroked them together, as Glorfindel breached the distance between them, crushing Elrond's lips with his own, his hands snaking around Elrond's narrow waist, to cup his cheeks. Moaning, Elrond accepted Glorfindel's tongue, warm and wet and eager, meeting it with his own.
Light against dark, they swayed slightly together, until finally Elrond could stand no more and released their Elfhoods, pushing and pulling Glorfindel roughly, positioning him over Elrond's desk. Sighing at the sight of the Slayer's puckered, rosy opening, Elrond used his own saliva to ease his entry. One finger…then two…then three found their way deep inside Glorfindel's body, as the Slayer's hips bucked into Elrond's touch.
With a loud, long moan, Elrond removed his fingers and entered the Slayer's body, his eyes rolling back as the heat of the tight, silky sheathe enveloped his organ. Glorfindel moaned as well, his own shaft weeping as his Lord's Elfhood filled him.
Thrusting hard, Elrond lasted only a few more moments, pumping his seed deep within Glorfindel's channel. As his climax waned, he pulled free of the Slayer, flipping him over onto his back and taking Glorfindel's dripping shaft into his mouth. It did not take much for Elrond to wring Glorfindel's orgasm from him, drinking deeply of the Slayer's seed.
Wordlessly, they each dressed, studiously avoiding eye contact with each other, until they were both fully clothed.
"I believe you were going to set my sons to scrubbing the floors of the Hall, Glorfindel…" Elrond said, as if the entire interlude had never happened.

"Aye, my Lord…I was just on my way out."

That was very good…very good indeed…I'd no idea Elrond's tongue was so talented - or his Elfhood so, er, prodigious…I'll be lucky if I can sit at the dinner table tonight. Where are they now, I wonder? Oh…wait…I see them. Just walking back from the stables now, hmm? I can just imagine what took you so long. No…stop that…I cannot think about what they have been doing, or I will not be able to walk, never mind sit through dinner.

Glorfindel stood at the top of the stairs, waiting for the twins to arrive. Noting that they mis-stepped when they saw him, he chuckled silently, knowing that they knew that somehow HE knew.
"Since it has become abundantly clear to both your father and myself that you cannot seem to keep your hands occupied long enough to keep them from trouble, your father has graciously ordered that you scrub the floors of the Hall. On your knees - with rags - until I can see my reflection in the stone."
Without another word, Glorfindel turned and walked away, barely able to restrain himself from laughing out loud at the expressions on the twins faces.

They will probably think the horses told me…snort. The look on their faces when they realized that I'd caught them again was priceless!

He strolled away, thinking to visit the kitchens and scrounge up a snack…he had, after all, expended quite a bit of energy himself so far that day.
Not an hour later, Glorfindel was walking back toward the Hall, thinking to check on the twins' progress, when he heard the now familiar grunts and groans of their twins taking their pleasure in each other…except this time coming from…

GREAT ERU! No, no, no! Surely not even THEY would stoop so low as to…MANWE'S HAIRY ASS! Not on the shards of the Narsil! Is nothing sacred anymore? Ooh…Elladan is going to feel that later…

Retreating back to Elrond's study, he took almost a reverential tone as he recounted this latest sighting to his Lordship. Elrond, for his part, received the news with an almost proud expression on his face, before sobering and instructing Glorfindel on exactly what he wished done to his licentious sons.
Exiting Elrond's office once more, this time to prepare a spare bedchamber according to Elrond's instructions, the Slayer smiled to himself, thinking that if this didn't work, nothing would, and they might was well put the twins on the first ship West.

Continued in "A Lesson In Control"
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On the Outside Looking In