The Secrets Of Mirkwood

The Secrets Of Mirkwood

Posted: June 2004
Title: The Secrets of Mirkwood
Author: Anastasia and Bernsteinnixe
Type: FCS
Characters: Glorfindel/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We do not claim ownership of the characters in this story, nor to we make any profit from it.
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Warning: Hot sex and a strategically placed piercing. Anyone offended? No? Didn't think so.
Author's Notes: Please forgive us for having created a dark haired Thranduil, but for the purposes of this story, a blonde just wouldn't suffice. This is not meant to follow book and movie verse.

Summary: Thranduil thanks the conservative Elves of Rivendell for their help by teaching them how to celebrate.

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"Middle-Earth is plagued by evil once again, and we are suffering the consequences. Our land grows more dangerous with each passing day. Orcs, spiders, and other vile creatures are now commonplace in these woods. Not a week goes by that warriors are not slain." Silver eyes moved from Glorfindel to Elrond, pleading. "We need your help. We need more troops in order to keep our homes safe."

Silence filled the room while Elrond contemplated the situation laid out before him, Thranduil anxiously awaited an answer, and Glorfindel, in his mind's eye, traced the sensuous curves of the Mirkwood king's lips. ‘Thranduil is just as dark and mysterious as Mirkwood itself,' he thought. The King was not at all like he had expected. He was not pompous and greedy, but kind, good-natured, and so…exotic.

Elrond set his goblet of wine on the table. "Tell me, Thranduil. Why should we help you?"

"We are kin. We should stick together in times of strife."

Elrond raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Are you saying that now we should risk our lives to help Elves who have otherwise shunned us, who have built a wall around themselves and cut off contact with all others?"

"I see no walls here, Elrond. You are free to come and go when you please, as you have always been. We keep to ourselves because *we* have been shunned, because our ways are not understood. Had you ever called for help, I would have come to your aid. Is it your wont to watch us die, simply because our peoples have grown apart?" Thranduil asked at last.

The Lord of Imladris sighed. "Nay, it is not."

"Then you will help us?"

"We will send out some troops upon our return to Rivendell."

Pearly white teeth were revealed as Thranduil smiled for the first time since the two Elf-Lords had arrived. "Thank you. My people shall be ever-grateful, as am I." The black haired king offered Elrond his hand as a sign of renewed friendship. "Tonight, we shall celebrate," he said, and winked at Glorfindel, who was apparently clueless as to the conversation that had just taken place. On that note, the three Elves abandoned the room, not to meet again until that evening.

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The courtyard was brightly lit with torch lamps adorning the stony walls of the palace, and by a fire that burned in the center. The air was heavy with the scent of burning coal and the aroma of the roasted meats and vegetables which lined the tables.
Seated between his two sons at the center of a table overlooking the entire courtyard was the King of Mirkwood. He was clothed in a thin silk robe of a silvery hue, which brought out the shimmer in his eyes. His hair was worn loose, and a mithril circlet decorated his forehead. Elrond and Glorfindel sat at the same table, along with a few other members of the royal family.

Servants moved from table to table, removing used plates and uneaten foods, and were followed by others who laid out various cakes and fruits. Once dessert was being enjoyed, a slight nod from the King gave way for the second part of the celebration.
All grew quiet when a group of nine male Elves entered the courtyard and assembled around the fire. They wore naught but silk sashes covering their most intimate parts, and transparent veils of colors matching their individual loincloths. They held their veils up over their heads, concealing them on all sides down to the point above their sashes.

A slow drumbeat initiated a gentle swaying of hips. Sheer veils were slowly opened, revealing the dancers' surreal beauty. Crowns of beech leaves adorned their heads. Silver dusted skin shimmered as they moved, their pace steadily increasing, their bodies undulating.

Thranduil saw the bewildered expressions upon the Rivendell Elves' faces and smiled to himself. He took one last sip of orange and clove spiced wine before disappearing into the palace.

A myriad of colors flashed before the guests' eyes as veils took the shape of butterfly wings, gently fluttering in the wind as they moved with alternating twists of the arms, and were raised overhead, twirled, dipped, and twirled again.

The repetitive drumming resonated in Glorfindel's veins: a pulse that went straight to his groin as he watched the Mirkwood Elves move in ways so erotic they were forbidden in public in any other kingdom. Elrond, who had shown aversion at first, now sat with his jaw gaping and eyes fixed on the dancers, as their hips shimmied and circled to an ever increasing drumbeat.

The sudden halt of the dancers' movements and stilling of the drums resulted in a moment of utter silence from the aroused crowd. A few bold guests and one of the Princes moved to pick up and carry away their desired dancer, none of those showing any sign of protest.

Looking at Elrond, Glorfindel saw the other Prince approach the dark haired Lord. Legolas extended a hand and the Lord of Imladris took it, letting the golden Elf lead him away. A hand laid on Glorfindel's shoulder drew his attention away from the retreating Elves, and he turned to see a servant smiling down at him.

"Our King invites you to his chambers for a … private performance." The servant's grin broadened. "Do you accept?"
Shocked beyond compare, Glorfindel simply nodded.

"Then follow me."

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Glorfindel followed the servant as he was led into the building and up a staircase. "The King's chambers are at the end of the corridor, he is waiting for you," said the blonde Elf, and descended the stairs. Glorfindel took a deep breath and a nervous step forward. His erection still pressed painfully against his tight leggings.

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In each corner of the bedroom a metal stand held candles of various sizes and shapes, which provided the room with soft, flickering light. In the center stood a large round bed, lavishly decorated with blankets and pillows of red and gold, and a nearly nude King dressed only in a black sash. The skin of Thranduil's well muscled shoulders, arms and chest was dusted with gold. Black hair that had previously been loose was now held back with side braids laced with golden thread— a breathtaking mixture of onyx and gold. His eyes, previously a light silver, were now pools of toxic mercury. The mithril circlet was replaced by one of gold filigree set with a ruby.

Glorfindel's heart raced at the sight of the exotic creature upon the bed. Thranduil's eyes bore into his own as the dark elf rose to his knees on the mattress, hips swaying in a fashion similar to that of the dancers. The King had no veil, but a set of finger cymbals which jingled softly as he began to move.

The blonde Lord sat down in a chair facing the bed. Thranduil rose to his feet, eyes focused on Glorfindel as he continued his titillating dance, mimicking some of the moves performed earlier that evening, but adding many more skilled ones of his own. Glorfindel's cock burned within the confines of his leggings as he watched the forbidden dance unfold once more before his eyes, which remained focused on Thranduil's suggestively undulating hips. Unknowingly, he began to undress himself. The ringing steadily grew faster and louder as the King's movements grew more fervent. Hips shimmied while circling alternately to form figure eights.

Glorfindel was already nude when the dance reached its maximum pace. This time it did not come to a sudden stop but began to slow down, all of the dancer's previous movements reversed. Thranduil's eyes were closed, his loincloth protruding unnaturally, as he tried to calm the fiery dragon he had awakened inside himself.

Soon Thranduil was back on his knees, his dancing having all but ceased when a few skilled swings of his pelvis freed him of the black sash, revealing a beautiful cock, decorated with a small, gold hoop at the tip. He smirked, seeing how Glorfindel's eyes widened.

The dark Elf crawled backwards onto the pillows and Glorfindel lunged at him. The Balrog-slayer was overcome with the urge to pierce Thranduil with his weapon, to fuck him straight through the bed with powerful thrusts; but the King resisted. They rolled cross the bed until Thranduil emerged, victorious, on top.

Silky hair poured over Glorfindel like black ink as Thranduil brought his head down to lick the outer edge of his ear, from lobe to tip, claiming his spoils.

"Ai, you are a sight to behold." Glorfindel traced the cherry colored lower lip with his thumb. Thranduil sucked in the digit, swirling his tongue around it. "I would have you to that to something else…"

Thranduil's slipped his tongue in between parted lips, allowing himself a taste of the one who set his body on fire. He ground their hips together, repeating the languid motions of their tongues. Glorfindel moaned and rubbed himself wantonly against his lover, his erection oozing. The King's tongue slid down from his neck to the hollow of his throat.

Glorfindel fisted the honeysuckle scented hair, and arched under his lover. The tongue left his throat and began drawing smaller and smaller circles around his right nipple until it reached the perky tip and moved to the left one. Thranduil wrapped his fingers around Glorfindel's cock, stroking it slowly while his devious mouth made its way down the blonde's abdomen, tongue delving into his navel.

"Gods yes!" screamed the writhing Elf. "Thranduil… take me in your mouth."

"Nay, I have other plans for you." With that the King turned Glorfindel onto his stomach. He placed his palms onto his lover's cheeks, spreading them apart, and let his tongue lap at the puckered opening, slipping it in deeper and deeper. Glorfindel clenched and moaned into a pillow. Thranduil stopped to reach under the bed for a wooden box he had prepared earlier. The blonde watched in apprehension as the King held up a phallus shaped object carved of black onyx and began coating it with a greasy salve. He gasped at the feeling of cold stone touching his overheated body.

Once it breeched the opening, the cold phallus slid in easily. Thranduil twisted the object as he pushed it in and out a few times leaving it buried to the hilt within Glorfindel's body and carefully turning him over.

The usually pale face was flushed, strands of hair sticking to moist skin. Thranduil straddled his lover's chest, pushing his weeping erection towards his eager lips. Glorfindel darted out his tongue to touch the gold hoop. The King hissed and pushed deeper into the willing mouth. His lover swallowed everything he was given until his nose nestled against a dark, curly mesh.

Thranduil repositioned himself so he was facing Glorfindel's cock and reached for the jar of salve. He dipped his fingers into the balm and began coating his lover's throbbing arousal, giving it a few long strokes before positioning himself above the swollen head. Slowly, the king started lowering himself onto the stiff rod.

Glorfindel resisted the urge to grab Thranduil by the hips and impale him in one swift motion. The dark Elf sat, unmoving, upon his cock and, instead, turned his attention to the stone phallus still buried inside the golden Elf. He held it by its end and pulled it out until only the very tip remained within Glorfindel's channel. Strong hands sliding up his sides silently urged the King to move. His lover's soft moans reminded him of his own raging desire. He began to raise and lower himself, swiveling his talented hips as he went.

Glorfindel watched with fascination as his glistening length disappeared into Thranduil's glorious body, only to reappear fragments of a second later. The sensation of tightness and heat enveloping his cock again and again, along with that of the hard object stroking his insides made Glorfindel quiver. He quickly lost his self-control and began thrusting violently into the Elf on top of him.
Thranduil let out a strangled cry and let loose, giving Glorfindel control of everything except the onyx toy, which he maneuvered as fast as his hand would allow. His own flesh ached to be touched, but he would not give in. Ignoring it would prolong the pleasure, and his lover's cock ramming against his pleasure spot guaranteed him release.

With a few last, erratic thrusts and a guttural groan, Glorfindel emptied himself inside Mirkwood's King, who reached his peak as well, stars bursting before his eyes as his Elfhood erupted, semen landing everywhere.

The blonde wrapped an arm around his lover's waist, pulling him down. "Do you think we should take a bath?" he asked as they shifted onto their sides.

"Aye."

But bathe they did not, for their eyes quickly glazed over with sleep. The legendary warrior's dreams were already those of a dark land, its King, and the secret ways of which he had just learned.

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THE END

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