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Too Much
Disclaimer: this installment is for the sole purpose of entertainment both the author and the readers.
I do not intent to make money of it, so please don't sue me.
All characters unless noted otherwise are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien.
It's Tolkien's fault. Had he given us more female Elves to work on....
As it is we must deal with what we have - not that we care. :-))
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: In the wake of Elrond's council solitary Erestor finds a new love ....and an old one returns unexpectedly.
Slight SM, lots of drama and some sex. Be warned and prepared...
Author's note: this is the result of an RPG, so not solely written by me but by Lady Phoenix as well.
Archieve: as long as we know: yes.
Feedback: YESSSSSS! It keeps us going!
Pairing: Erestor/Lindir, Erestor/OMC
Lindir slid his arms around Erestor's waist and sagged against the warrior's larger form. "Feel so good with you... so... so safe... 'Restor, promise me that you will be careful. That you'll both be careful," Lindir pressed urgently as the kiss ended. "I can't bear the thought of losing either of you."
"Of course we will! One does not live over ten thousand years without being careful. I don't want you to worry all the time we're gone, my love. " Erestor's hands drew soothing circles on Lindir's back. It seemed that even before their bonding Lindir's attitude had changed and Erestor was glad for that."Do I sense right that those pangs of jealousy have ceased?" he nuzzled Lindir's neck and playfully bit down on the nape.
"For the most part. I envy that he will sleep in your arms these nights while I lay alone... but that is all," Lindir affirmed as he rolled his head back to better allow the sweet assault. "And I can hardly begrudge him the honor. Now... now I need for you to make love to me. You told me once that you'd dreamed of it before. Show me."
Erestor gasped. He still found it overwhelming to hear Lindir ask such. Their bonding had been hasty, driven by the need of getting over with it and certainly not what a wedding night should have been like.
"Not an army of orcs could keep me from doing so!" he growled, slowly pushing Lindir backwards until the bard's knees met the mattress' edge. Deft fingers divested Lindir of his tunic and then traced reverently the smooth, creamy planes of the bard's willowy torso. His heart was beating fast and the room was certainly too warm all of a sudden. Erestor's black eyes sought Lindir's stormy-blue.
"I may not be the gentlest of your lovers - that is no art I am skilled in." he said almost apologetically. Though he was determined to do his best and keep control Erestor knew he was a rather savage elf below all those layers of restraint and manners.
"Nay, I want you, 'Restor. Do what feels right. Please, love, I need you!" Lindir might have hated the pleading in his voice if it weren't for the fact that he knew it would affect the elf above him. He wanted to be well and soundly fucked, to be claimed by Erestor in body as well as soul. "I can take everything that you give me, I swear it."
//ah, but do you want it, too?// he'd find out. Most important was that Lindir was willing to accept him the way he was. The rest would come along the way. Erestor shrugged off his robe and tore off his loincloth before he crawled on all fours on the bed toward Lindir.
"We shall see what it is that you want to take, love." he whispered as he pressed his young husband down against the soft mattress. His fingers explored Lindir as if it was for the first time - fleeting touches giving way to fingernails raking across smooth, soft skin, attentively watched by Erestor who was eager to learn what kind of touch in what places would elicit the most intense reactions. Soon Lips, tongue and eventually teeth joined the exciting discovery-tour on the bard's body, tasting, testing.
Lindir panted and writhed beautifully beneath his lover. Erestor seemed to know precisely where and how to touch him, to find without effort the places most lovers he'd taken never even bothered to explore. He managed to pant something about how good it felt but Lindir knew that his art with words was failing miserably. He fell to communicating by tugging wordlessly on Erestor's soft hair and guiding him.
Erestor _wanted_ to be tender and gentle. That was what he had dreamt of: to bestow only the most tender caresses upon the bard's delicate body. And so he did, best as he could - which wasn't too bad.
On his way Erestor fell in love with the small indentation that was Lindir's navel. He couldn't stop nibbling at the edges and plunging his tongue into its depth while his hands caressed his young lover's flanks. Ai, but it was wonderful to have time at last!
Lindir's tugging tried to direct him towards the weeping erection and Erestor complied gladly while his hands prepared Lindir for being taken once again.
When he sank himself into the beautifully yielding and welcoming body he sighed "Mine. Ai, Lindir!"
"Yours," Lindir agreed readily. He had belonged to Erestor for a long time in spirit, now his body and soul were truly the property of his lover. The feeling of the man's cock searing a path into his ass only made the idea that much more real.
Erestor moved with long deep slow strokes, savoring every moment of their union, drawing it out as long as he could. His eyes were fixated on Lindir's face although the Noldo never spoke and hardly made any sound apart from soft gasps.
The heavy curtain of is black hair created a world of its own where the two were alone with each other.
"More," he panted. "Give me everything, my love... my husband... please..."
Ai, his lover's pleas were music to his ears and Erestor knew that he would soon hear a song he had only fantasized about: the sounds of Lindir's passion. The words robbed him of his last bit of control and his hands grabbed Lindir's hips roughly.
Erestor changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting the right spot every time, faster, harder, truly giving all he had. Part of him knew that Lindir might be bruised later where his hard fingers dug into the soft skin but at this moment he did not care.
He dove deep into his self, reaching for the bright light that was his fea (soul) and send forth a burst of life-force so sustain Lindir in this heated frenzy.
Lindir's slender legs wrapped tight around his lover's body. Never had he felt such raw passion, such intense need and lust. He cried out, moaned, tried to find some way to voice the feelings swirling inside of him. When that failed, Lindir simply met the thrusts and clung to his husband.
Sweat formed on Erestor's skin, dampened his hair while the elf did his very best to pleasure his young lover, drawing at least as much pleasure from it for himself.
Lindir's sweet sounds rang in his ears even more beautiful than he'd ever fantasized.
He watched the play of ecstasy across Erestor's face and soon found that the heat building up in his own body coiled tighter, tighter, almost painfully until finally the bard cried out his husband's name. His seed flowed in jets between them while his muscles clamped down hard on Erestor's cock as if to milk it.
The ancient Noldo shuddered when he felt, heard and saw his love's climax. Such beauty he beheld in Lindir's features! Erestor's head, thrown back in sheer ecstasy suddenly jerked forward as if in shock when his own climax overwhelmed him. His body stilled completely and a shuddering sigh betrayed his release. For a second he felt the bliss of utter perfection, then it drifted away, as always, leaving him behind in a state of happy, sated warmth.
Before he collapsed he managed to roll around until Lindir lay atop his body. Sweet weight against his damp skin, wonderfully smooth skin under his caressing hands. Erestor swallowed several times to clear his throat from the lump of intense emotions. "Perfect..." he whispered.
"You are indeed," Lindir agreed as he wrapped himself carefully around Erestor's body.
"Don't spoil me so!" Erestor laughed lightly, "I may become haughty in the end, my heart."
"You are amazing, love, and... and I never want to be without you. Not for long, in any case." He kissed whatever skin came closest to his lips.
Erestor's eyes fell shut with a sigh. He did not understand what Lindir found so amazing with him, yet the young one's praise, his eagerness mended hurts Erestor had not even realized were there. "You shall not. If I can somehow help it, we shall not be parted for the rest of our eternity. Uireb, Lindir." [forever]
"Love... my love... I have longed to call you that... You are now, aren't you? Mine. At least part mine," he amended with a smile.
"Aye, my love. I am yours. Fully so, for I cannot see our love interfere with Daer's - sooner or later you will come to love him and then the sharing will be even better than not doing so." Erestor's hands stroked back Lindir's hair, tucking it behind the delicately curved ears and softly brushing the shells.
"You are so beautiful, so pure... so innocent..." in Erestor's eyes Lindir represented a virginal elf - one who was untouched by violence and the spilling of blood, one who had preserved an innocence of mind and soul, almost completely unspoiled, unmarred. And he had failed to protect Lindir. Erestor would never forgive himself that failure!
Lindir blushed at the words. "I am not so innocent as all that. I may not have seen battle, but... well, there are other ways to lose one's innocence, are there not?"
"Of course there are, Lindir. Ah - " how should he put it so that Lindir understood? "I refer more to your soul and mind, my love."
He frowned a bit a moment later. "It isn't what draws you to me, is it? Innocence? If that is so, you may be seeing something in me that is not truly there, 'Restor."
"All of you draws me to you, pen-lend. But rest assured that I did not fall for the idea of innocence. I may be a fool at times, but enough to fall for a shadow. Whenever I listen to you, whenever I witness how you come to a decision, when I see you... you are far more than the parts of you. And that sum of body, mind and soul is what I love, what draws me to you." he traced the lines of Lindir's beautiful lips before he captured them in another kiss.
Lindir blushed and smiled at his lover. "I suppose I knew this already... but that makes the words no less sweet. I have never faced eternity with someone else, never seen it without seeing myself standing alone. I feel blessed, love, to be sharing it with you. With both of you." Lindir shifted so that he could kiss Erestor's lips yet again, body pressing against him.
"I know that I still have much to learn in the way of pleasing you as a husband, but I will learn. Hopefully we will all understand one another better."
"Where there is the will to learn, there will be understanding eventually. We shall find the proper words to explain to you.... You must understand that there never was the need to do so, it will take some effort to find the proper words. As for pleasing: you please me perfectly already, my love. I would not want you to change the way you are!" Erestor answered. "In fact you please me even more than I had ever hoped for in my wildest dreams! I .... well..... I had never dared to dream that you would truly desire me - my body, my touch or even to touch me.... " Erestor swallowed, running a hand through Lindir's hair. "I can imagine how I must appear to one unused to witness battle and cruelty. You cannot imagine what your hands do to me every time you touch."
"I know that you worry about your scars, 'Restor, but they are part of you, and there is no part of you that I do not find beautiful." Lindir wished he could better explain his feelings. "But I suppose I'll show you in time. Surely you know that Daerdion feels the same way. I suppose that's why I trust him, care for him... because of the way he loves you."
"Aye, that is part of it." Erestor said calmly. How he enjoyed this quiet moment they could share! "But also because he sees those scars differently. People here at Imladris.... this place is so sheltered and protected, people have forgotten about fighting. - Nay, 'tis not a bad thing!" Erestor hurried to add. The peace of the past three millennia had been good and important, even he had been weary of war."But for them a scar is just that: something ugly. For Daer... he sees it as a mark of braveness, of triumph. I had almost forgotten by the time he arrived here. I had felt shame for what I look like. Not any longer! I'm back." once again he kissed Lindir. Tenderly at first but he quickly deepened the kiss because he could not get enough of the sweet minstrel.
TBC...
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