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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
Precisely as Erestor bade, Lindir's dreams were filled with lusty imagery. He felt the heat of Erestor's
rough hands on his body, trembled with desire that had waited too long to be sated. As the older elf's
lips caressed his skin in the dream, Lindir groaned in the waking world. His cock stirred to life, pressing
against Erestor's thigh.
Erestor's reverie drifted through the bright days of his youth in Valinor before the imagery changed to a
veritable dream: he was dancing with Lindir on a moonlit clearing. He was utterly happy and to his amazement
was whole again. As their moves shifted towards more passionate embraces he felt an answering arousal against
his body.
He woke like so many times before - his hand around his aching flesh, Lindir's name on his lips - to
experience his release. Too far gone to realize his true situation the ancient elf found release in his
own hand, shuddering and whispering again: "Lindir!".
Only then did Erestor realize where exactly he was and what he'd done and he was mortified. Slowly raising
his gaze and hoping the minstrel was till asleep.
The bard slept on, eyes closed as his hips worked against Erestor's thigh. He seemed entirely unaware of
the real world, too happily wrapped in the dream embrace. "'Restor," he whispered before moaning. A shift
bared his pale throat to the weak moonlight still filtering in through the moonlight.
Erestor saw, or rather felt that Lindir fared no better in his sleep.
Was that truly HIS name on the bard's lips? //oh sweet Elbereth, he is dreaming of me!//
Lindir's face looked even more beautiful, flushed with the dream's passion!
Could he?
Nay! Impossible.
Yet, did he not say...?
No he could impossibly touch Lindir without the other elf's clear
Consent.
As Lindir shifted he saw the hard, fast pulse hammering against alabaster skin and decided for a kiss.
Bowing his head Erestor latched onto the soft hot skin, licking, sucking and nibbling until he could no
longer hold back. His hand slid between their bodies and he cupped Lindir's confined cock, rubbing and
squeezing gently.
The young elf writhed at the touch, his eyes slowly opening. It became quickly clear who was touching him,
and Lindir moaned louder, his breath coming in quick pants. Far from upset at the liberties taken in sleep,
he felt only the purest of gratitude for his lover's hand working him toward release. "Do not stop," he
pleaded, lips trembling. The hand of his uninjured arm rose to Erestor's dark hair, catching in it.
Erestor's face showed his guilt only for a flicker of a second, then his eyes widened with loving surprise.
Eyes fixated on Lindir's face he drank in that expression of almost-completion.
He could make his excuses later. It would be cruel and heartless to leave Lindir like this. With a fluid
move Erestor slid his hand inside Lindir's leggings. Even if he had lived a rather chaste life during the
past three millennia, he had been far from that before. He cried out when his hand made first contact with
his lover's flesh.
His other arm still held the minstrel close and it was only a question of inches to bend his head and kiss
the minstrel full on the lips.
Cries of pleasure smothered by Erestor's lips, the younger elf moaned. He thrust mindlessly up into the
elder elf's rough hands. It felt perfect. He'd longed for the touch for so long, and though the circumstance
wasn't ideal, he needed the release. Lindir drew back from the kiss to pant from breath and thrust upward
one final time before spilling himself over Erestor's hand.
It struck him only then that even before his climax the musky scent of sex had lingered in the room, and
darkened blue eyes fixed on Erestor's face. "Perhaps we should have stayed awake long enough to do this in
the first place..." He smiled faintly and drew Erestor back down for another kiss.
Embarrassment was forgotten when he kissed Lindir back. His tongue caressed those full lips before he slid
his tongue into the wet heat of Lindir's mouth. He broke the kiss in need of air.
Lindir groaned at the loss of contact though indeed he needed to find breath himself. His head swam from the
exertion and the intensity of the moment. No dream could have prepared him for the reality of Erestor's
touch, his desire.
"'Twould have been advisable." Erestor chuckled his embarrassment. "But an elf of my age should have left
such carnal wants behind millennia ago, Lord Glorfindel keeps telling me." He regarded Lindir with all his
love "I am too much used to conceal my feelings... there are many things I need to confess to you."
"Then confess them. Speak to me freely. I would have you fear nothing in the way of speaking your mind,
not with me." The bard gazed hopefully up at his lover for so long he had wished to beg for the same
openness, but only now did it truly seem fair to ask for such. "I may sleep again soon, but no I am awake,
and I would hear your voice so long as you are willing to speak."
"Well..." Erestor found a way to prolong his silence by cleaning them up at least a bit. Gathering Lindir
close in his arms he began. "When there was no more work to do I would retreat to my rooms after dinner.
There I would listen to your voice, your music because I felt safe there when I cried. Your music moves
me deeply, Lindir. And..." Erestor squirmed. He found it hard to confess such. "...and later then I would
.....Ai! I desired you so badly! When my need became unbearable at times I....I touched myself, pretending
it was you. Always you, melethron." he showered Lindir's face with butterfly-kisses.
Lindir sighed contentedly. The image of Erestor pleasuring himself, picturing him... it was almost enough
to make the previous release a moot point. "Never again, melda. If you desire my touch now, you shall have it." Knowing they needed to clean up a bit, he cast about for something to use and finally pulled a discarded gown from the floor, using it to mop up his mess and spotting that Erestor was in similar straights. "This shall be mine from this time forward." He wiped up most of the cooling seed with his hand but ran his finger through the mass, lifting some to his lips and licking the finger clean.
Erestor let out an audible sigh. Lindir claimed him! "And it shall be yours whenever you desire. No-one shall
touch me from now forth." The roll in the hay every third year with Glorfindel would be cancelled, but he did
not regret it.
"There....there is more." Erestor felt extremely silly. "I stole into your rooms. Nay, I had no dirty thoughts by doing so! Do you remember this winter's Ad Lacha-Naur ceremony (Rekindling of the Fire)?" Erestor asked. The ceremony was held at the night of winter solstice and would announce the merry festivities of the following night.
The afternoon was spent with the cleaning of the fire-places in all households, followed by the preparing of a new fire that would not be lit until later. By sundown the last light would be extinguished, so that the valley would lie in complete darkness.
Most of Imladris' inhabitants would gather quietly in the now dark Hall of Fire, dressed up in their most formal attire and wait for Elrond's Chief Astronomer to indicate the exact moment of the median of the year's longest night to have passed.
Then Elrond, as the ruler of the valley, would rekindle the fire - a moment of great tension because everybody would take it as a bad omen if it took too long or would fail altogether. This had luckily never happened.
As soon as the first flame would lick the tinder, somebody would sing the Hailing of the Flame. Ever since Lindir had arrived at the last homely house, it had been his duty and honor to do so.
Everybody would light up torches or lamps from the new fire and all - with the sole exception of Erestor - would walk outside, singing and carrying the new fire to all households of Imladris. Soon the whole valley shone with countless lights as the Eldar turned the longest, darkest night of the year into one of splendor.
Every year Erestor watched the procession from the terrace for a while.
And every year since Erestor had first caught sight of the beautiful, sensitive minstrel, he would hurry to his rooms and carry a sweetly wrapped up gift into Lindir's rooms. It was always something small and beautiful, sometimes bought months prior to the event when Erestor saw something perfectly suitable at a market. A delicate clasp for Lindir's hair, an intricately crafted brooch for his cloak or - like this year - a beautifully colored quill with an artfully engraved silver hand piece for Lindir's composition.
Each was accompanied with a piece of poetry copied from one of the volumes in the library. Erestor found that usually words failed him when it came to expressing his own feelings despite his skill during difficult negotiations, so he preferred to copy those fragments of poesy that he found expressed his feelings best.
"'twas I who placed the gifts onto your bed."
Lindir's eyes widened briefly before a smile lit his face. The slender elf all but curled his body around Erestor's, purring his pleasure. "I should have known that it was you. Surely none but a soul mate could so well have chosen his words and the gifts to accompany them." Lindir's lips flitted briefly across the elder's. "Thank you, my love. I have long wondered what sort of person might have kept me waiting so long to know their true form. I am glad that it is yours."
Erestor's heart sang with joy. So he'd done right, in a way. And he would - hopefully - keep doing so!
Still drowsy but too elated to think of sleep, Lindir lay against Erestor's chest and gaze toward the open window. His hand absently stroked the other elf's arm. "There have been times when I had difficulty finding reason enough to speak to you. I wanted so badly to take your time, to hold your attention and interest... and I feared that one so young as me might never be able to do so. You have always held everyone at arm's length, and I knew not how to draw closer."
Erestor sucked up all the gentle touches Lindir bestowed upon him with a purr. //wish he would never stop! Feels so good.// the warrior-elf buried his face in Lindir's hair and inhaled deeply, trying to memorize the feel and smell.
"You always had my attention, melamin. I hungered for your presence and envied everybody who was asked by you to relate a tale. I wanted your eyes on me and me alone yet I knew not how to achieve that. You are so young, so innocent in ways," he would not imply Lindir had never taken lovers, but there were other ways to be innocent "I was afraid that you would not care for an old elf, and if that I would spoil it. Like being the fist to step out into the freshly fallen snow. I still feel like that! I'm sorry it had to come to this to make us confess."
"I am sorry that we did not speak sooner, yes... but I am more pleased that we've spoken at all." Lindir shifted and looked up at his lover. "Kiss me? It doesn't hurt so much when you're holding me. I can hardly think of any pain when everything feels so good. As if the world is light..."
Erestor laughed, a rare sound from the usually restrained Counselor. "Wish that everything could be solved so easily and so pleasantly." he bowed his head and lightly brushed his lips against Lindir's, soft and fleeting as a butterfly's touch.
"I'll try to kiss your pain away, my sweet Lindir." the next kiss lasted a bit longer, the contact slightly more intense and when he pulled back, he licked his lips, savoring Lindir's taste.
Delicious though the kisses were, they seemed almost teasing considering how Lindir desired Erestor. He ached for more, soul crying out to be crushed against his lover's chest. Indeed by the time Erestor leaned in for the next kiss, his lips were parted, his body arching up.
Again he leant in, teasingly nipping at the deliciously full lower lip. Then Erestor claimed Lindir's mouth, tongue thrusting past lips and teeth, exploring and ravaging the minstrel's sweet hot mouth with barely restrained passion.
Ai, Lindir's taste was so sweet, the feel of the minstrel's body shifting against his the fulfillment of all his dreams! Drunk on emotion Erestor was glad he was already laying down for his knees would certainly have given up on him. Not in his boldest dreams had it felt so good, so intense!
His hands shifted. One cradled Lindir's skull and soon fisted tresses of silky hair while the other moved to the small of Lindir's back, pressing their bodies together in those places that ached most. He was already growing hard again, his moans were swallowed by the minstrel until he broke the kiss, panting.
The bard groaned at the cessation of contact. Too sensitive yet from climax to withstand such contact without reaction, Lindir's cock was hard against the other elf's. "Nay, do not stop!"
"Ai, Lindir! You will undo me with a simple kiss!" Erestor wished nothing more than to have Lindir. But that was folly: Lindir was too weak, too heavily injured and Erestor was not exactly the gentlest lover. He was too much of a warrior after all. Yet them mental image of taking the willowy body was maddening and he swallowed hard.
Not tired in the least after such an embrace, Lindir snaked one long leg around the back of Erestor's thighs as if to ensure his lover did not attempt escape. "I am yours, 'Restor." His injured arm still hung limp, but Lindir's other was firmly tangled in Erestor's dark locks. Though he knew that stopping was indeed the smartest option, he knew that if they stopped it would not be his choice. "If you desire me, I am yours to take."
Desire was zinging through his veins and his long-denied hunger threatened to subdue any reason left. The sensation of Lindir's arousal answering his own need was almost enough to make him cum again. //he's offering himself! I can finally see my dreams come true!//
Calloused hands tore at the minstrel's shirt in search for access to Lindir's skin. Erestor groaned and ground his hips against Lindir's.
The smaller elf gasped at the sensation and moaned, "Yes... yes..." Full lips moved over whatever skin he could reach of Erestor's, warm tongue flicking out to lick the sweat-salted skin. //Mine...//
Luckily his reason kicked in again and he stopped for a moment. He desired Lindir, but he respected him too much to take the minstrel in such haste. "Nay, melamin. Not like this. I desire you, but not here, not in such haste. Saes?" he ran a trembling hand across Lindir's face. "Give me your hand, melda."
Lindir almost refused. He wanted to beg the other elf not to stop, not to hold back, but he knew that was folly. The lustful spell broken for the moment, he allowed Erestor to take his hand.
Erestor undid Lindir's and his own leggings and freed their cocks, wrapping Lindir's hand around both aligned members. "Saes." Erestor cupped one of Lindir's buttocks, long fingers brushing along the crack as he thrust tentatively into his lover's hand.
"Oh..." The new stimulus seemed to sate Lindir for the moment, and he slowly moved his hand, biting his lip whenever Erestor's hand dipped close to his entrance. "Melda... please..." If he could not have his lover's cock inside him, Lindir intended at least to have something.
Understanding the hint, Erestor pulled his hand away to wet his fingers with saliva. Tasting Lindir on his fingers let the last restraints crumble dangerously.
Unable to resist Erestor kissed the other elf again, tongue plunging deep into the other's heat only to mimic the move with his fingers, breaching the younger elf's entrance.
Lindir groaned at the penetration, the sound swallowed by Erestor's mouth. Much as he wanted more, even that stimulation given by fingers much thicker than his own was heady. Rather than breaking the kiss, Lindir pushed back against the penetration. He squeezed their cocks tighter and moaned again. When Lindir's head finally fell back against the pillows, he sighed and began fucking himself on Erestor's thick, rough fingers. "Feels so good... so good..."
Erestor was delighted that Lindir seemed even more responsive to his touch than he'd even imagined. The young elf was beautiful in his arousal. Erestor hoped he'd never forget these moments, the sight of the beautiful elf taking his pleasure from Erestor's rough hands.
Lindir's hand felt delicious on his cock and he briefly wondered if he should not flip the minstrel over and have his way with him...
Instead he added a third finger and did what he could to push into the tight heat as deep as he could, feeling for his lover's sweet spot. Giving Lindir more space to thrust, Erestor ended the embrace and instead added his own hand to Lindir's, feeling their slick cocks glide against each other. "Ai! So close....I'm....ai, Lindir!"
Erestor stammered mindlessly as he felt the wave rise. And he welcomed it with his whole existence. To find his pleasure in the hand of his beloved was more than he had ever hoped to come true and reality was threatening to drive him mad with the unexpected intensity of the act.
Lindir mumbled under his breath, sweet words of love barely intelligible as he tried to think through the swell. The feeling of Erestor's fingers driving against his prostate soon drove Lindir to the edge and over. He let out a keening sort of wail as he came, muscles clamping down hard on the invading fingers while warm cum flowed down over his hand and their joined cocks. "So wonderful... so... oh..." The bard seemed well beyond coherent thought and settled for a heated kiss to speak for him.
Erestor gave up. Letting go the remains of restraint he thrust harder into the delicious hand, his own closing over Lindir's, forcing a firmer squeeze onto his cock.
Head thrown back in ecstasy the ancient one let out a feral growl as he stilled and shuddered his release. Uncaring about the sticky mess between them he immediately drew Lindir into a firm embrace as if the bard's body would anchor him in this reality that suddenly seemed too good to be true.
"Don't wake me, my dream is such a sweet one." he whispered.
"Never, love. Never. I shall never let you go." Lindir flung his uninjured arm about Erestor and held the other elf close. It was too sweet to end the contact so quickly. He needed the closeness. After centuries spent alone, never knowing the beauty of love, Lindir finally felt that glorious swell in his chest. Just the thought of the gift he had been given whatever the circumstances made him want to weep for joy. "Swear to me that I shall never lose you..."
"I would never leave you. Where would I go - and why? You hold my heart!" Erestor was still trembling with the intensity of the act when he buried his face at the nape of Lindir's neck. "I'd follow you wherever you'd go. Bound or not - I am yours, body and soul."
The elf kept Lindir close effortlessly. He marveled at the willowy frame in his arms that was so unlike what he knew. //a love is always unlike any other. Yet he is special and I am blessed that he ever took notice of me.//
"Sleep now, beloved." Erestor's hands painted gentle soothing patterns on his lover's back. "May our love help you to heal while I hold you." again and again he kissed Lindir - his face, his hair and neck.
TBC...
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