Dreams

Dreams

Posted: November 16, 2007
Title: Dreams
Author: Inwë Sáralondë
Type: FCS
Characters: Estel (Aragorn)/???
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. No profit or such is made from this.
Warnings: Sex, rimming, masturbation, not to mention poor attempts at humour
Beta(s): Aglarien
Author’s Note: *rubs ankle* The plot bunny bit me, the muse cackled away in its corner, and this is what I came up with… Mind you, I started writing this in November 2004. In the mean time, the plot bunny went into hibernation, and the muse was carted off to the loony bin. Only now have they decided to reappear (not necessarily for the better, might I add), so I think it’s time I finished the blasted thing.

Summary: Estel has dreams about a certain elf…the question is, do they come true?

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His hand moved rhythmically on his hard shaft, bringing him closer to completion. Eyes closed, he imagined it was another’s hand on him. Estel wondered briefly what it would truly be like to have the elf as his lover. He gave a small grunt as his essence spurted onto his stomach and he lay there, heart pounding, his breathing ragged.

Estel opened his eyes and blinked in the darkness. He was of age now; should he dare to approach the one of his dreams? ‘Not likely,’ he thought, snorting slightly. More likely he would be told to not be so foolish. The elf had been his mentor, a friend, until that one day when Estel realised that he wanted the elf sexually. That he wanted the elf as his lover. The thought had terrified him, but from then on his dreams were filled with the elf’s presence; of the elf kissing him, touching him, loving him...

He sighed. Dreams were all well and good, but they did not make up for the real thing. Not that he knew exactly what the ‘real thing’ was, though he had a fairly good idea. Looking down at himself, he decided the wisest course for now was to clean himself up and then try and get some sleep.

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Wearily Estel made his way down to the dining room to break his fast. Pulling out a chair, he sat down heavily, oblivious to the looks directed to him.

“Is there something wrong, ionen?” Elrond asked.

“No, nothing,” Estel muttered, reaching for some bread. “I just did not sleep very well.” ‘Which has to be an understatement,’ he thought, grimacing slightly as his hand knocked against a carafe of water. Only the quick reflexes of Elladan stopped it from toppling over.

“Maybe you should have Adar make a sleeping draught for you,” Elrohir remarked. Estel shook his head. A sleeping draught wasn’t going to make the dreams go away. They were too intense, too real, as was the case again last night. Once Estel was able to fall asleep, he dreamed. And then woke up, achingly hard, the only relief coming from his hand. He would clean himself, then fall asleep again, once more to dream, once more to wake up…bah! Of all the nights when this had happened, last night had been the worst. He got up from his chair. “I think I might go down to the training grounds and practice my archery,” he said to no one in particular. He wanted to get away from the sympathetic, but curious, gazes. Grabbing an apple, Estel started to make his way out of the room.

“Estel?” The young man looked at his foster-father. “I will be in my study if you wish to speak to me about whatever is troubling you,” Elrond said. Estel merely nodded, but he knew he would not take Elrond up on his offer. Not only would he find it embarrassing, but he shuddered to think what his foster-father’s reaction would be. No, it was best not to say anything at all.

He turned, and found his way blocked by someone entering the room. His eyes widened when he saw who it was, and he stumbled slightly, the apple falling out of his hand.

“Estel! Are you all right?” The elf looked at the young man in concern.

“Yes…yes…umm, fine, yes, thank you,” Estel babbled. He saw the doorway was clear and bolted through, leaving the apple lying forgotten on the floor.

“What was that all about?” Elladan asked. The other elf, in the meantime, had picked up the apple and had placed it carefully on the table, directing a perplexed look at Elrond. The elf-lord was unaware of it; he was staring at the empty doorway with a thoughtful look on his face.

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Estel cursed as another arrow missed the target. He felt like tossing the bow aside but refrained, instead placing it carefully against a tree together with the quiver. Sighing, he began to walk towards the target, picking up the fallen arrows that were strewn haphazardly across the field.

“You do not seem to be having much luck today, pen-neth. Something troubles you.” Glorfindel walked onto the training ground, a couple of arrows in his hand. “Your aim was extremely poor for these arrows to be found on the edge of the field. That is not like you Estel.”

“I am sorry,” Estel said quietly, hanging his head.

“What is it Estel? Can you not tell me what it is that disturbs you so?”

Estel raised his head. “I…” He stopped. “No…no, there is nothing that bothers me. Just a bad night’s sleep, that is all.” He favoured Glorfindel with a brief smile and held out his hand. Glorfindel gave him the arrows, his eyes never leaving the young man’s face.

“Very well,” the golden-haired warrior said gravely. “However, I suggest you refrain from any further archery practice; you are not concentrating, and the last thing we need is for some poor unsuspecting elf to receive an arrow in his backside.”

Glorfindel’s comment elicited a laugh out of Estel. He looked up at the blue sky, eyes squinting at the bright sunlight. “Maybe I will go swimming instead; the day is beginning to grow warm.” Estel went to the quiver and placed the arrows inside, before picking it and the bow up.

“Leave them, Estel. I will put them away for you. But,” he said, noticing the look of surprise on Estel’s face, “just this once only.”

Estel gave him a grateful smile. “Hannon le,” he said, bowing slightly before walking off the training grounds.

Glorfindel watched the young man go. His expression was thoughtful as he picked up the quiver and bow, and then he turned to return the weapons to the armoury.

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Elrond watched the elf in front of him. “Would you do this?” he asked.

The elf sat on the chair, pondering the proposal put to him. “What happens if you are wrong?” he asked quietly.

“I do not believe I am. You have said yourself you have caught Estel looking at you with something more than just friendship.”

“Yes, but…he is young.”

“In the world of men, he is of age. If he were to…experiment, I would prefer it with someone he knew and trusted,” Elrond said.

“It just does not feel right.”

“Why?”

“I remember the little boy, the one who came here to Imladris with his mother…”

“The little boy who took your heart even then,” Elrond said softly.

“Aye.” The elf’s gaze was shrewd. “But he captured the hearts of all here, did he not?” the elf asked, and watched as Elrond nodded. Then he sighed. “I do not want to hurt him.”

Elrond smiled. “You will not. Why do you think I ask this of you?”

The other elf rose from his chair. “Tonight?” he asked, the question indicating that he had decided.

Elrond looked at the other elf in surprise, and then nodded. “Tonight,” he reaffirmed, gracing the elf with a brilliant smile. “And thank you.” The elf inclined his head slightly before turning and leaving Elrond’s study.

Settling down in his chair, Elrond laced his fingers, his thoughts on the one who had just left. ‘I suspect your feelings for Estel run deeper than you would care to admit,’ he thought.

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Estel made his way slowly to his room. He had done every physical activity possible to try and tire himself out in the hope that he would sleep so soundly that no dreams could disturb him this night. Opening the door, he stepped inside, and then stopped short. “What are you doing here?” he whispered, his eyes taking in the attire the other was wearing.

“Waiting for you. Come, sit. I have brought a tray of food for you, as you were missing at dinner. You must be hungry.”

“But…you are not dressed!”

The elf looked down. “I am dressed,” he said mildly. “Just not in something you would normally see me in.”

Estel stared at the elf in shock. *His* dream. The elf – the one that was responsible for making his nightly sleep complete misery – was actually standing there, wearing nothing but sleep pants and a robe. The robe was open slightly, giving Estel a tantalising glimpse of the creamy skin underneath.

“Would you like me to stay, or do you wish for me to leave?”

“Yes…no! I…I mean…please…” Estel found himself gasping for breath.

“Calm down, Estel.” The elf approached him, gently laying his hand on the young man’s cheek. “I take it you wish for me to stay?” Estel nodded, not trusting his voice. He was rewarded with a gentle smile. “Come and eat, Estel. The night is still young.”

“Young? Young for what?” Estel asked stupidly. The young man’s palms were sweating, and he tried to surreptitiously wipe them on his trousers.

The elf smiled. “I think you know,” he said softly. “I am not blind, Estel. I have seen you looking at me. I have seen the desire flare in your eyes, despite your attempts to hide it. Nor am I the only one who has noticed. Your father…”

“Adar knows?” The man’s strangled cry made the elf realise that he had said the wrong thing.

“Hush, Estel,” the elf began, trying to soothe. “Yes, your father guessed…”

“…and asked you to do this. You are not here of your own accord.” Estel’s throat was tight with emotion. “You do not care for me in that way; you see me no more than a child who can be placated with a treat. You do not desire me…as a lover.” Estel’s voice had trailed off into a whisper, misery evident in his eyes at what he saw as a betrayal of his feelings.

“You are wrong.” The elf’s voice was hard. “There is much about you that one would desire. Yes, your father asked me to come here. But I could have refused. Your father would have accepted that, and you would have been none the wiser. Yet I am here, not because Elrond asked, but because I *want* to be here.”

“What is there to desire?” Estel whispered.

The elf raised his hand to gently trail his fingers down Estel’s cheek. “I see a man before me,” he began, “one who have watched grow up from an inquisitive little child, forever asking questions, always wanting to know the answers to every conceivable thing. I have watched you on the training field, seen you develop from a lithe youth into a broad-shouldered adult. And then I began to wonder what it would be like…” Here the elf stopped, as if the words he were about to utter were going to be a revelation not just to the mortal standing before him, but to himself as well.

“What would what be like?” Estel asked, a small frown marring his forehead.

‘Valar,” the elf thought as he stared into the confused face of the man before him. His fingers were suddenly itching to undo the lacings and fastenings of Estel’s clothing, and he clenched them into fists to try and reign in the temptation. But the sudden realisation that he wanted Estel had shaken him, and he found himself unable to speak.

“What is it? What is wrong?”

The elf shook his head. “I…” He cleared his throat and tried again. “I want you, Estel.” The words were now in the open, and Estel’s eyes widened.

“Do you mean that?” the young man asked, his voice quiet.

“Mean it?” The elf gave a bark of laughter. “Estel, right now I am having a more than difficult time from stopping myself ripping the clothes off your body and ravaging you.”

Now it was Estel’s turn to be at a loss for words. This elf – his heart’s desire – wanted him? He stepped away, confusion warring with desire. Did the elf truly mean what he said, or was this another dream, one where he would wake up feeling unfulfilled and wretched like so many other times before?

As if sensing what was going on in Estel’s mind, the elf spoke. “This is no dream. I am real, and what I speak is true. But if you now feel that you are not ready for this, then say so, and I shall leave. I will not force you, even though the desire I feel for you at this moment threatens to overwhelm me.”

It seemed the elf’s words helped make up Estel’s mind. “I definitely want you to stay,” he said, stepping closer to the elf and placing his hands on the elf’s chest.

The elf gasped as he felt the heat from Estel’s hands on his flesh, and then nearly whimpered as the man’s hands travelled down to skim his hips before moving back up to rest once more on the his chest. “Kiss me, Estel,” the elf ground out.

Estel’s gaze was a little uncertain; nevertheless, he leaned in and touched elf’s lips with his own, marvelling at their softness. His tongue flicked out, touching the seam of the other’s lips and, when they opened, Estel’s tongue went inside, and he gave a small moan. Estel deepened the kiss, his tongue duelling with elf’s. He felt one of the elf’s hands in his hair, the other on his buttocks, and pressed himself against the elf, feeling the other’s erection straining against his own.

The elf broke the kiss and stared down at the slightly flushed face of the man before him, taking in the dreamy expression in Estel’s eyes and the slightly swollen lips.

“More,” Estel whispered.

“Never fear, melethron, there will be much more.” The elf saw Estel’s eyes flare at the endearment.

“Melethron…I like it when you call me that,” Estel said, his hands quickly untying the sash around the elf’s waist and pushing the robe off the other’s shoulders. He paused, drinking in the sight before you. “You are beautiful,” he whispered reverently. His hands strayed down to the elf’s sleeping pants, only for the elf to stop him.

“Not just yet, Estel,” the elf admonished. “I would now like to see some of you.” His nimble fingers belying the nervousness he was feeling, the elf made quick work of the fastenings on the man’s tunic. “Off,” he ordered, and barely managed to stifle his smile as Estel, in his haste, only managed to entangle himself in the garment. “Here,” the elf offered, and soon the offending garment was off, leaving Estel in his vest. “Now, do you think you could take this off without my help?” the elf asked as he gestured to the garment.

Estel gave a sly grin. “Perhaps I like the idea of you ripping it off,” he said.

The elf’s eyes darkened. “You know, I think I quite like that idea myself,” he purred, his hands reaching for the neckline. Before Estel had a chance to respond further, the sound of rending fabric filled the air, exposing the man’s chest to the elf’s appreciative gaze. Used to seeing the hairless chests of other elves, he was fascinated by the hair that covered that of the man, and ran his hand over it. The elf could feel Estel trembling under his touch, and it only increased his desire to see more of the mortal who had, suddenly, become the most important thing in his long life.

“You know that…” Estel began, and then cleared his throat. “I have not done this before.”

“I suspected you have not lain with another male,” the elf said, feeling Estel flinch slightly as he ran his hand over one the man’s nipples.

“I have not lain with *anyone*, male or female,” Estel stressed, and saw as the elf’s eyes widened.

“You are a virgin?” the elf questioned, though the answer was obvious.

“Is that…is that going to be a problem? I mean, that I have no experience at all?” Estel flushed and bit his lip before bowing his head in embarrassment.

Placing his hand under Estel’s chin, the elf raised the young man’s head so that he could look Estel in the eyes. “You do me a great honour in allowing me to be your first,” the elf said softly. “Such a gift should not be treated lightly, and I will do all in my power to make this special for you.” ‘And not just now, but for every other time hereafter’, though the words remained unspoken except in the elf’s mind. “Let me say this now, Estel: it will not just be me taking you, but you taking me as well, if you so wish it.”

Estel’s eyes widened. “Do you truly mean that?” he asked, awed. The elf nodded, and Estel took a deep breath. “Let me remove my boots,” he said. “It may make removing my breeches a little easier, unless you wish me to remove them the same time?”

“No, I *definitely* want to remove those.” The elf smiled, leaving the young man in no doubt that the elf would take great pleasure in doing precisely that.

Estel bent down and removed his boots before standing once more, not without a little trepidation. He swallowed nervously as the elf reached towards the waistband of his breeches. Estel fought to keep his breathing even, but inwardly he was terrified. What happens if the elf did not like what he saw? The idea was too terrible to contemplate.

The elf seemed to sense what was going in Estel’s mind but, instead of saying something, decided he would continue with the task at hand. Soon the lacings were undone, and the elf knelt and began pulling the breeches down, exposing the young man’s penis that was, despite Estel’s nervousness, already half hard. The elf blew on it gently and watched it twitch, grinning at the gasp he elicited. Already ideas were forming in the elf’s mind as to how he could tease Estel and bring the man to the brink again and again. The elf found himself looking forward to the prospect, and decided to begin forthwith. He stood up. “Let us move to the bed.”

“The bed?” Estel blinked. “But what about…?” He didn’t finish, only gestured at the sleeping pants the elf still wore.

“Later,” the elf assured, taking Estel by the hand and leading him to the bed. He sat down with the young man onto the bed and took Estel’s face between his hands. “I want to kiss you this time,” he said softly before capturing Estel’s lips in a kiss that made the young man feel as if it were singeing his soul. It was possessive, hot, making Estel want even more. He tried to wrest some control, but was not successful. The elf knew exactly what he was doing, and he was letting the man know that, for the moment, he was in charge.

When the kiss finally stopped, Estel was gasping and feeling light-headed. “I…that was…” The mortal found he couldn’t articulate any words; his tongue, his lips felt swollen.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” Laughter tinged the elf’s voice as he took in dazed state of the young man before him.

Estel could only nod, then found himself falling backwards on the bed, seemingly boneless. The elf hovered over him, a gleam in his eyes.

“You have no idea how much I like what I see,” the elf murmured, his eyes raking over the body that was supine before him. “Now, where to begin.” The elf paused for a moment, and then said, “I believe I shall begin…here…” He leaned down and nuzzled Estel’s neck, feeling the man flinch slightly. “What are you afraid of?” the elf whispered.

“N…n…nothing,” Estel stuttered. His lover – for that was how Estel was beginning to see him – was placing soft kisses on the side of Estel’s neck, slowly moving his way down to the man’s chest.

“I like the way you taste, *melethron*,” the elf said huskily.

Estel’s only reply was a moan.

The elf continued his explorations, slowly licking and nipping his way down Estel’s chest, paying particular attention to the man’s nipples. The result of his ministrations was more than obvious; Estel’s member was lying hard and hot on his stomach, pre-come flowing freely. The scent of arousal was all around them, and the elf inhaled deeply. His own member was just as hard as Estel’s, and he wanted desperately to sink himself into the depths of the man’s body, to feel the heat engulf him. But he had promised Estel that he would make this special for him, and that did not mean taking him like some wild animal.

Estel was breathing shallowly, his senses on overload. He could feel his lover moving further down his body, felt how his stomach muscles clenched as the elf dipped his tongue into his navel. His dream elf said he would make this special for him but, at this point in time, it felt like torture – a delicious, mind-numbing, yet tingling torture that threatened to leave him permanently weak.

The elf licked at the pre-come that had pooled on Estel’s stomach. The taste left his mouth tingling, wanting more. Estel’s eyes were closed, his hands clenching the sheets either side of him, and the elf smiled. He took the head of Estel’s member in his mouth and sucked gently.

Estel gasped. His dream elf had his mouth on his aching shaft, and the feeling was…incredible. The man knew he would not last much longer; already he could feel his balls drawing closer to his body. “Close…,” he moaned, and then almost screamed in frustration as the mouth disappeared and a hand encircled the base of his penis.

“Not just yet, melethron, not just yet,” the elf said. “You will need to hold out a little longer.”

“I do not think I can,” Estel whimpered.

“I promise it will be good for you,” the elf replied. He removed his hand. “Spread your legs for me.”

Swallowing, Estel did as he was bid, feeling self-conscious as he did so.

“Bring your knees up towards your chest,” his lover said, and watched as Estel slowly did so, exposing the puckered entrance.

‘Oh, Valar, this is it!’ Estel thought wildly. Even though this was his first time, he knew the mechanics of it, knew that something was needed to ease the way. “Do you…do you have oil?” Estel asked, annoyed at himself for sounding like a little boy.

The elf almost laughed. “Yes, I have oil, but you being presumptuous, melethron. I am far from finished with you.”

“Oh,” Estel said in a small voice. ‘What is he going to do?’ he wondered, and then jerked slightly as he felt the elf’s breath on his opening. ‘Surely he is not going to…oh, Valar!’ Estel’s voice keened as his lover’s tongue swiped over the entrance.

“Like that, did we?” the elf asked, amusement lacing his voice.

“Liked?” Estel brought out in a strangled gasp.

“Mmm…I know I did,” the elf murmured. “I do not like how you taste, melethron…I *love* how you taste. It excites me, teases me…” He gave another swipe with his tongue, allowing the musky taste to permeate his mouth. “More,” the elf whispered, “must have more…”

Estel was lost in the sensations that were bombarding him. He moaned and whimpered as his lover continued his attack, and then cried out in combined disbelief and pleasure as the elf’s tongue breached his guardian ring, only to withdraw and then breach again. On and on it seemed to go, and Estel was so close, but it seemed his lover sensed this and once more encircled his aching member, staving off Estel’s release. The man growled, once again frustrated at having been brought back from the brink.

The elf was breathing hard as he moved back slightly. Estel’s puckered hole was now glistening brightly from saliva, clenching and unclenching as it sought for something more. It was a siren’s call to the elf, and he quickly stood up to chuck his sleeping trousers. Picking up his robe, he reached into the one of the pockets and pulled out the vial of oil. He looked at it, wondering if there would be enough, for something told him they would be coupling more than once before the night was through. There was a passion in Estel that was waiting to be released, and the elf felt a certain amount of satisfaction that it would be *he* that would unleash it.

The man opened his eyes and stared at his lover standing by the side of the bed, his mouth suddenly dry. The elf’s desire was evident, and for moment Estel wondered if his lover’s member would fit into him, for it seemed so…big.

The elf smirked. “I know what you are thinking, melethron. Believe me when I say that it will fit.”

“Will it? It…I never…how…?” Estel was annoyed with himself for being so inarticulate.

“Trust me, melethron,” his lover replied, smiling. The elf knelt back onto the bed and removed the stopper before carefully pouring some of the oil on his fingers. “This may feel a little uncomfortable at first,” he warned as he placed the vial on the nearby table. “But having loosened you a little with my tongue will help.” The elf inserted one finger carefully, watching Estel as he did so. “All right?” he asked. Estel nodded. The man willed himself to relax as his lover inserted another finger and began to gently scissor them. It did not feel so much uncomfortable as strange. Then he nearly flew off the bed as his lover touched something inside of him. The elf chuckled. “Imagine what it would be like when I am inside you, and my shaft is hitting that spot over and over again,” he said. “You would be seeing stars every single time.”

“I am already seeing stars now!” Estel ground out, gasping when a third finger breached him.

The elf stretched the opening in earnest, widening it as much as he could. He was reaching the limit of his endurance; the way Estel was clamping down on his fingers was a clear indication to him that the young man was ready for the next step. He reached over and grasped the vial, his hand shaking slightly as he liberally covered his penis with the oil. The elf dropped the vial onto the floor, not caring that it spilled, and then withdrew his fingers. “You are ready,” he growled.

“Valar, yes! More than ready,” Estel agreed, wanting nothing more than for his lover to take him.

The elf began to push inside, his shaft easing its way through the guardian ring slowly. “So tight,” he whispered. “So beautiful…” His voice ended in a strangled gasp as Estel brought his legs around the elf’s waist, pushing the elf in completely. “Are you all right?” the elf asked, a little concerned. His eyes had not missed the slight grimace that had appeared on the man’s face.

Estel took a shaky breath and smiled. “More than all right,” he said finally. “It feels…wonderful…so much better than I had ever dreamt of.”

His lover remained still. “You dreamt of me making love to you?” he asked. Estel nodded. “For how long?” his lover wanted to know.

“Too long,” Estel admitted. “Just like you are taking too long *now*. Make love to me, please…”

“With pleasure, melethron,” his lover whispered as he began to thrust. “Do not touch yourself,” he ordered when one of Estel’s hands made a move towards his shaft. The elf began thrusting more vigorously, angling his member so that it brushed over that one spot within Estel again and again.

“Stars…I see lots of stars…bright…exploding…” Estel gasped. “Valar…oh please…more…can not hold much longer…”

“Then come, melethron,” his lover grunted. “Let go…do not hold back…”

Estel literally took his lover at his word and roared as his orgasm tore through him. He felt some of his essence spatter his cheek, so powerful was his release, and it seemed to go on and on. Vaguely he heard the elf cry out, and then felt the warmth of his lover’s release inside of him. Estel could feel tears trickling down the sides of his face, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had happened.

The elf pulled out slowly before slumping next to Estel, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged. His eyes opened, however, when he felt Estel’s fingers on his cheek. “How do you feel?” the elf asked, staring intently at Estel.

The young man grinned. “Better than I have ever felt before,” he murmured, leaning in to gently kiss his lover on the lips. Then he moved back slightly to gaze at the elf, his mien a little troubled. “But it is only this one time, is it not?”

His lover raised himself up on one arm. “Not if I can help it, melethron,” he said seriously. “I want us to be lovers, Estel, for however long that may be. Would you agree to that?”

Estel was stunned. “Agree? But what would Adar say?”

The elf’s smile was rueful. “Elrond, methinks, would not be surprised in the slightest.” His eyes travelled down Estel’s body, and his brows rose when he took in the half-hard shaft of the young man. “Surely you are not ready for more?” he asked.

Estel grinned. “Why not?

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“Elrond, have you seen Erestor?” Glorfindel asked as he strode into the elf-lord’s study the next morning. “He did not show at the dining hall.” The seneschal paused for a moment, and then continued, “Come to think of it, neither did Estel.”

“I would imagine they are both occupied,” Elrond replied evasively, his eyes seemingly fixed on the parchment lying before him on his desk.

“Occupied?” Glorfindel echoed. “Occupied with what?”

Elrond raised his head. “Just…occupied. I do not expect to see them for some time yet.”

Glorfindel held Elrond’s gaze. “There is something you are not telling me,” he chided, only to see Elrond’s face break out into a smile.

“Mellonen, you will find out in good time,” Elrond replied, giving his bemused seneschal a wink. “Trust me.”

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Elvish translations:

Adar – father
hannon le – thank you
melethron – male lover
mellonen – my friend

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