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A Groovy Kind Of Love	By : ladymirfain Category: -Multi-Age > Slash - Male/Male Views: 799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Groovy Kind of Love

Type: FPS

Author: Lady M�rfain (ladymirfain@earthlink.net)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Erestor/R�mil

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. They all belong to Tolkien. I am just borrowing them to play with. I promise to return them with smiles on their faces.

Beta: Red Lasbelin

Notes: This is a birthday present for Keiliss inspired by listening to the song �A Groovy Kind of Love� by Phil Collins. Happy Birthday, sweetie. *huggles tightly* Enjoy! (* * surrounds the lyrics of the song, and // // surrounds mind speak)

Summary: Erestor and R�mil are reunited after 10 years apart.
A Groovy Kind of Love
~ Phil Collins

*When I�m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I�m not so blue
When you�re close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing in my ear...

Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?

Anytime you want to, you can turn me on to
Anything you want to, anytime at all.
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can�t control the quivering inside...

Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?

When I�m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I�m not so blue
When I�m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don�t care...

Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?*

Erestor sighed. He was so very lonely. It was his begetting day today and all of Imladris had done their best to bring him joy on this, his 4000 year begetting day. But his heart was not in the celebration. His hand gripped the cold stone of the railing, his fingers white, as the pain in his heart grew. //I miss you, my love. When will we be together again?//
//Patience, my raven. Wait up for me!//
Erestor�s eyes flew open wide, all traces of tears gone. Excitement and joy shone from his being, a warm glow enveloping him. Glorfindel, checking on his friend, was amazed at the transformation from the sad, sober elf, to a bouncy, excited, being. �Erestor? What has happened?� Glorfindel asked him, concerned.
�He is coming,� Erestor whispered breathily, as if to say it louder would make it not so.
//Raise your eyes to the river, my Raven.//
�HE IS HERE!� Erestor cried and turning, ran from the balcony, to greet the one who held his heart.
A broad smile graced Glorfindel�s features as he turned to the others coming to see what the commotion was about. �R�mil is here,� was all he had to say for a collective sigh to be heard.
All of Imladris loved the kind and gentle advisor and sought to keep the pain of his separation from his mate at bay. That there had been something happen to delay the galadhrim was not doubted by anyone.
The deep love shared by the councilor and the warrior of the golden wood had been apparent from the first moment they had met in the aftermath of the battles on the plains of Dagorlad. Their marriage a year later was heralded as a union between the realms of Celeborn and Elrond and many felt that their love protected the two realms. When Elrond married Celebr�an, R�mil was sent with her as her personal guardian, and the lovers lived in bliss, until that fateful attack.
A threat was growing in middle earth and it was with heavy hearts that Celeborn and Galadriel bade R�mil to return home. Erestor, bound to the service of Elrond, wept many tears over their parting, yet the lovers found every chance to be together. R�mil would carry all messages from the Golden Wood, and Erestor was the personal envoy sent by Elrond with all missives to R�mil�s home. Each reunion filled the hearts of all with happiness, for the lands were brighter and happier when the couple was in each other�s presence.
The party grew in boisterousness now that the happiness of their beloved council was once again restored and the wine flowed freely. It mattered not, to the residents of the hidden realm that the guest of honor was no longer present. They were now celebrating the return of the pale warrior that had stolen the heart of their much loved friend.
Erestor flew down the steps of Elrond�s house, flying across the courtyard and sliding to a halt as the first of the galadhrim horses entered. The grooms came swiftly to take the travel weary beasts, taking them to the warm stables where they could rest in stalls bedded with mounds of straw and they could feast on fresh clover hay to their hearts content.
The warriors, six in all, made their way to the house. Well all, that is, except one. The pale warrior ran, nay flew, across the cobbles to gather his heart into his arms and swing him around. Any watching would not guess that of the two, Erestor was the better warrior. His skills were not put on display, unlike his mate. But for all this, he acted as a maid greeting her long lost lover and tears streamed down his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around the strong shoulders.
No words were spoken between the two. Long had they been able to hear each other�s thoughts and as soon as the councilor�s feet touched the ground, he grabbed his husband�s hand and drug him to their chambers. Closing the door behind them, Erestor pinned R�mil to the door, devouring his lips in a long denied kiss, the union a meeting of faer as well as flesh.
*When I�m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I�m not so blue
When you�re close to me, I can feel your heart beat
I can hear you breathing in my ear...*
Resting his head on the muscled chest, Erestor breathed deep the scent of his mate and sighed happily. Wrapping his arms around R�mil�s waist, he let the reality of the other�s presence sink in. All was right in his world at this moment.
R�mil was not as patient as his beloved raven and his hands fumbled at the clasps that hid the most beauteous sight from his gaze. Sliding the burgundy velvet robes off the alabaster shoulders, R�mil sighed and kissed the exposed flesh.
*Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?*
Erestor let his festive robes fall to the floor before beginning his own quest for fastenings. With trembling fingers, fingers unsteady due to the homage being paid to his body, Erestor slowly divested his warrior of his tunic then spread his hands over the silken flesh.
With a happy laugh, R�mil swept Erestor up into his arms, striding across to their bed and tenderly lowering his prize onto the satin coverlet. Gently, almost worshipfully, he lowered himself to lay on top his mate. He sucked in his breath harshly when he felt their erections brush through the fabric of his leggings and swiftly stood to rectify the situation, slowly peeling the leather down his legs before tossing the offending garment aside, his eyes never leaving the brilliant green gaze of the vision on the bed.
Once again, R�mil stretched out on top of Erestor and buried his hands into the glorious mane of ebony hair. Bringing their lips together once more, he worshipped the lips he had longed for all the nights they had been parted, drinking in each sigh and moan that slipped past the rosy, kiss bruised sweetness. One hand left the glossy mane to begin its journey, mapping the peaks and valleys of the terrain missed yet not forgotten.

*Anytime you want to, you can turn me on to
Anything you want to, anytime at all.
When I kiss your lips, ooh I start to shiver
Can�t control the quivering inside...*
Erestor was drowning in sensation. His life had been so barren, so very empty, without R�mil at his side. Now, it was almost an overload of sensation that was washing over his body. Tremors wracked his frame and he held on for dear life, afraid that to let go would cause him to shatter into a million pieces. He could not keep the gasps, moans, and whimpers locked inside and they filled the room with the joyful sound of a love renewed.
When a hot, wet mouth encased him, Erestor arched off the bed, his mouth open in a silent scream. His hands fisted in the silver hair and his body tightened as if a string on a bow. Incapable of restraining himself after the decades apart, the councilor erupted into the hot and willing mouth that encased him, letting his husband taste his happiness. When the quivering of his flesh ceased, he tugged on the hair in his hands, pulling R�mil up to lock their mouths together in a heated kiss where they fought for dominance.
Erestor heaved and flipped them, looking down upon the flushed face of his warrior with a wicked grin. It was his turn to explore and he took full advantage of it. His lips, tongue and teeth gave no quarter. He drew cries and gasps from the beautiful elf beneath him, yet it was not enough. Latching onto a rosy nipple, Erestor suckled then bit down. When his husband arched off the bed with a cry, the councilor smirked before treating the twin nub to the same treatment.
He continued his journey of rediscovering the body of his beloved until he reached his goal. Swallowing R�mil to the root, he slipped his hands beneath the muscled hips and his fingers sought out the entrance most desired. He felt R�mil�s hand hitting his shoulder and he brought his own up to take the offered oil. He was not surprised when instead of giving him the bottle, his beloved poured some into his hand. Swiftly yet thoroughly, he prepared his husband, shaking with repressed need.
*Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?*
Pulling back, he rose up, grasping the muscled flesh beneath him and pushing R�mil�s knees up to his chest. Slowly, Erestor nudged the puckered opening before gaining entry. His cry of bliss was echoed by his husband�s as he slid home, the velvet channel twitching around his fullness. Taking a moment to savor the feeling of homecoming that had invaded his being, Erestor looked deep into the steady blue gaze that mirrored his own love back at him.
With no gentleness or patience, Erestor began his deep, forceful thrusts. It was what they both needed after so long apart and he could not deny their bodies urgings. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh, the squeaking of the bed, and the sound of their grunts as Erestor pounded into R�mil, ravaging his body.
R�mil wrapped his legs around his mate�s waist and his arms around his back. His fingernails dug into the flesh as he was forcefully plundered, yet his body was screaming for more. Suddenly, with a show of strength that surprised them both, the warrior rolled them once more, bringing his knees under him so that he could ride his husband. And ride he did. His mind had deserted him and he let feeling take over. The rapid rise and fall of his body a mute testament to his fierce need.
Suddenly, the world stopped. The stars hung suspended in the sky. The gentle wind stopped blowing and the river ceased flowing. Or at least this was the perception of the two entwined on the bed. For in that moment, their faer rejoined and their bodies reached completion. Erestor emptied himself deep into the willing body of the one he loved more than life itself and R�mil sprayed the chest of his husband with his pearly essence. As the world started moving once more, the galadhrim collapsed onto the councilor�s chest in a boneless mass of flesh, totally exhausted.
Tilting his exhausted husband�s face up, Erestor tenderly claimed the bruised lips once more before enfolding his mate in his arms and sighing happily. The two lovers slipped into reverie, more happy and content than they had been since they had met.

*When I�m feeling blue, all I have to do
Is take a look at you, then I�m not so blue
When I�m in your arms, nothing seems to matter
My whole world could shatter, I don�t care...

Wouldn�t you agree, baby you and me,
we�ve got a groovy kind of love...?*
THE END
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