Surprises

Surprises

Posted: July 2004
Title: Surprises
Author: Lussuin
Type: FCS
Characters: Erestor/Glorfindel/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All settings, characters, and languages are property of J.R.R Tolkien. No money is being made and no theft is intended
Warning: BDSM, graphic male threesome sex
Beta: Naresha

Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel plan a surprise for Thranduil but the Mirkwood king is too smart for the pair.

*****

Legolas watched his father pace about the room as he braided his hair. It was Thranduil's begetting day and the party was in the next twenty-five minutes. The guests waited downstairs with anticipation for the king and still, his father chose to do nothing but walk around, trying to dig a hole right in the middle of the room. Luckily the king was already dressed. His robe was made of emerald green velvet with gold trimmings. The length of the robe covered his leggings, draping to the floor. Legolas could not help but notice how beautiful his father looked. Many had said he was the fairest being that walked Middle-Earth but in his eyes, he could not compare to his father.

Legolas didn't know why his father dreaded the day. Most would look forward to it. His father wasn't one of them. He had gone out of his way planning ever-single aspect to perfection. Now, his father paced about the room, mumbling something that did not sound very appreciative. As long as he could remember, his father had hated this day but he never knew exactly why. When it came to the time of the year, he would try to pass it as any normal day. But this year, he made it his goal to throw him a party, whether he liked it or not.

"Ada, would you please calm down," pleaded Legolas.

Thranduil continued to pace, ignoring his son's words.

"Ada!" Legolas yelled, but still nothing. He rose from his chair after he'd finished braiding his hair and grabbed his father by the shoulders.

"Ada."

The king turned towards him, his face worried. Legolas guided his father to the mirror, pushing him to sit. Legolas began to brush his father's hair. Unlike his hair, the mane was more golden, radiating a natural shine. The golden locks fell about his shoulders in wavy strains. Legolas glided his slender fingers through them, softly massaging the scalp and temples.

Thranduil sighed as his son's elegant fingers slowly released the tension. "Iôn, how did I let you talk me into this?" mumbled the king.

"Ada, you act as if I were sending you into war. ‘Tis only a begetting day party."

"You *are* sending your ada to war, Iôn."

"How so?" His father was over reacting. He didn't see the *war* aspects.

"For one, all the attention is turned to me. I will be the one who everyone will be fussing over and.."

"‘Tis one day out of the year," interrupted Legolas. "I am sure you will live through it." He began to work his fingers, braiding the golden locks. The braid was tight but he made sure it was not too much. Doing so would only worsen the state of his father.

"That is not all that I dread, my Greenleaf," sighed the king.

"Will you tell me?"

"I am afraid of what *surprises* awaits me."

"Surprises? What sort of surprises?"

***

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. A maiden appeared through the door. "Sire, your guest awaits."

The king gestured her away as he looked at himself in the mirror. "This is going to be one long night," he thought to himself. It was not that he did no appreciate what his son had done. It was just damn! Erestor and Glorfindel! He adored the chief councilor and warrior very much but never had they pass up an opportunity to torment him.

The last begetting party he had, which was two centuries ago, the pair had attacked him in the wine cellar. He was blindfolded and gagged. He was stripped down, tunic, leggings and all. They had poured wine on him, leaving him sticky with an alcoholic scent. If that wasn't bad enough, he felt two tongues on him. His body was ravished and taken in that state. It was not that bad, he thought. The Noldors were alluring in a twisted way. They just had a bad habit of toying with their lovers. When all had ended, the blindfold and gag were removed. His eyes were blurry at the moment but when it came to focus, he cringed in horror. It was not the eldars that took him but the twin sons of Elrond. The two eldars sat on a nearby bench, drinking in delight.

"Restor, I love the way your mind works. That was the best idea you have had in centuries," said a drunk Glorfindel.

Erestor was too intoxicated to catch the insult combined with the complement. "Why my thanks, Fin," replied the councilor. He held up his goblet, "Cheers, Fin, to the Mirkwood king who was ravished! Which was extremely amusing to watch!"

"Cheers!" cried out Glorfindel. They toasted. At the moment, he was too exhausted to claim revenge but he did manage a few insults and threats.

Legolas placed the mithril crown on the king. The silver shine and golden locks of the king was a perfect match. As Legolas marveled at his father's beauty, a twisted plan crawled in his mind. What ever they had in stored for him, he swore he would turn the tides. His lips curved up in a smile.

Legolas noticed the smile and smiled back. He was happy his father's worried expression had vanished. They exited the room, making their appearance in the dinning room.

Father and son walked side by side down the staircase, radiating with beauty. Everyone stared in awe. No one could outdo them, appearance, grace, body and spirit.

Thranduil was happy to see the two eldars were present. They always were since Elrond had other matters to deal with. At least that was his excuse. In truth, the lord couldn't stand the king. It was all the fault of their little affair in that one spring in Imladris. He laughed as the memories came to him. Never had he seen the lord more furious!

The party from Lothlórien consisted of the Marchwarden and his two brothers. He was happy to see Galadriel and Celeborn were not present. Galadriel's powers did not only give him the creeps but they were also annoying. Who wants to be around someone who can read your thoughts? For Celeborn, he was terribly spoiled. A wife and husband! What's next, a pair of slaves to go with it? Thoughts of him and Legolas venturing to the Golden Wood crept into his mind. The lord was never satisfied, he even moved in on him. When that didn't work, he tried Legolas. Ha! Legolas was smart. He spent his time in Haldir's bed. Something he was glad to hear. News of Celeborn and his son would definitely start a war, making The Last Alliance seem like nothing.

The king took his seat right in the middle of the Noldors. Weird how the sitting arrangement was, it was less formal than usual. Legolas sat with the party of Lothlórien. It seemed Legolas did the seating arrangement also.

***

Glorfindel glanced at Erestor and smiled wickedly as the king took his seat.

Thranduil caught the exchange and smiled himself. After the feast, music was played and singers accompanied it with a luscious melody.

The pair had given him a large amount of wine. They claimed it was not very potent but one sip distinguished the fact was a lie. He was too old to be tricked with contents of wine. Did they forget Mirkwood produced the most legendary wine in all of Arda? Clearly they had. He watched as they gave him more wine then they had consumed themselves. He went on with their little charade, drinking as much as they poured him. Further into the night, he could feel his tongue loosen up and he looked at the Noldors in a different manner.

As the night went on, he was built up with eagerness for their evil plans. He just wanted to get it over with. He thought maybe if he gave them a small push, it would speed things up. He leaned into Erestor ear. "I would love to take you from behind on this very table," he paused, "at this moment. What do you say *councilor*?" The king leaned back, folding his hands behind his head grinning.

Erestor blushed and he quickly avoided the king's gaze.

Thranduil was quite pleased at the Noldo's reaction. Now for the other one, he thought. He leaned near Glorfindel, "Would you like to handle my sword, great Balrog Slayer?" Again, he leaned back looking for a reaction.

When he saw the seneschal's eyes widen, he knew it was only a matter of time. He quickly excused himself. Out of sight, he drank a potion and went back to the table.

Erestor handed him a goblet full of wine. The last of the ‘not so potent wine' he believed.

"Sire, a toast to your begetting day!" cheered Glorfindel.

"A toast!" repeated Thranduil. The councilor, seneschal, and king emptied their goblets.

Thranduil could feel the room spin. Before he knew what was happening blackness overcame him. ***

"Sire! Sire!" yelled Erestor.

The king fell off his chair, goblet still in hand. Everyone gazed at the unconscious king with worried looks. Legolas came rushing over to his side.

"Ada!" Legolas pulled the goblet from his father's clasp and shook his head. "Oh ada, ‘tis the wine once more." He took his father in his arms, ready to lift him.

Glorfindel stopped him, "Legolas, let me. You are still host."

"It would only take me a moment to bring him up-"

"Legolas, *I* insist."

Glorfindel took the king in his arms, securely holding him as he stood up. He nodded at Legolas to return to his guests. He darted a look at Erestor and the councilor nodded in return.

He made his way upstairs, with the king in his arms. He marveled at the golden beauty and sighed. This was going to one exciting night. The king was not known for submission. In fact, he was always dominant with his lovers. It was just once that he was taken but that didn't count.

"I am going to make you beg me to take you, rwalaer," he whispered.

He kicked open the chamber door. The room was simple but with grand furnishings that showed the king's riches. The bed made of fine oak with a yellow canopy draped above and filled with plush pillows made of green velvet and golden silk. He carefully placed the king into the bed, tucking him in. He snuggled in as the soft fabrics touched his supple skin. He went over to bolt the heavy door.

The seneschal headed towards the washroom, taking his time. Unbuckling the heavy gold belt around his waist, he sighed feeling lighter. He placed the belt safely on the counter. After washing his face, he strode out of the room, checking on his prize.

He walked over towards the bed then flipping the covers. To his surprise, the king was nowhere in sight. His gaze fell from the bed to the washroom and chamber door. The door was still bolted. If the king had gotten out of the room, for sure he would have heard the door unbolt.

He decided he'd inform Erestor at once. As he headed for the door, he felt naked. He felt lighter than before. As if something was missing. He quickly remembered and ran for the washroom. When he grabbed the belt, he was suddenly attacked from behind.

Hands grasped his and he fell to the floor. Knees were pressed on his back as his wrists were bound. The attack was so sudden, he hardly had time to struggle. A gag and blindfold followed soon after. He felt himself tucked into the comfy bed and the velvet covers pulled over his face.

***

Erestor ran from his chambers to the king's. While the seneschal had fun doing what ever he was doing, he had the task of gathering some items. He left his chambers with the contents of: scented oil, rope, a silk blindfold and Lissuin soap.

He cracked open the chamber door, revealing the canopy. The lighting was dim but just enough to see about the room. He then spotted a moving form in the bed. Golden locks could be seen through the sheer yellow curtain. It seemed Glorfindel had done his job well. Now where the hell was he? Assuming the seneschal was in the washroom, he headed there. As soon as he stepped into the chamber, he was pinned to the ground. His bag was sent flying out his hands, onto the floor. He lay on his stomach as the attacker tied his wrists firmly along with his legs. He was lifted from the ground and swung over the attacker's shoulder. He could see his attacker's golden hair as he did so.

"Damn Fin! I thought the plan was to take the king? You never said anything about you doing this to me too! I should have known not to trust you when it came to matters of pleasure. Seneschal, when this is over, I'm going to," Erestor stopped and gasped.

His attacker had taken him towards the bed and uncovered the blonde haired elf beneath the covers.

"Glorfindel!" gasped Erestor.

His attacker placed next to the seneschal and taking the gag and blindfold off of Glorfindel.

***

"Thranduil!" exclaimed Erestor.

"Did you really think your plan was going to work?" asked the king. The question was more to a mock.

"Fin, you orc's carcass, you were suppose to handle him!" yelled Erestor.

Glorfindel had said something but with the gag in place, it was only the suppressed as a mumble.

Thranduil removed the gag.

"Restor, can't you see I'm a little occupied here? It was your wine that didn't work!" countered Glorfindel.

"That wine had nothing to do with it. It worked on *you* last time, why would it not work now?"

"What do you mean it worked on *me* last time?" inquired Glorfindel.

Erestor didn't reply back, he just turned to the side, trying to hide his slightly crimson cheeks.

"Ah, ‘tis both your faults. You didn't think it was going to be so easy, did you? Before I drank that last goblet you offered me, I consumed a potion. The effects would only last a few moments," explained the king.

"I demand you release me this instant!" yelled Glorfindel.

"You are not in the position to demand things, seneschal," reminded Thranduil.

"Just what do you plan to do to us?"

"Hmmm, I'm not quite sure yet. Just what did you have planned for me tonight?"

They both remain silent.

"Not going to tell me? Well, I think I'll just leave you there for a while." ***

Thranduil went around the room, lighting more candles. The ones before were beginning to die out. Noticing the door was still unbolted. He headed towards it but when then he noticed Erestor's bag lying on the floor.

He picked up the bag and headed back to the bed. He held it by one finger, displaying it to the eldars.

"I wonder what lies in here?"

Erestor's eyes widen. Thanks to the contents of the bag, their plan was going be discovered.

Thranduil dumped the contents on the bed. He picked up each one, feeling the texture of the materials.

"How nice of you, councilor. Soft rope, silk blindfold, oil, and-" he picked up the Lissuin soap, inhaling the scent. "Lissuin soap." He went over to Erestor, caressing his cheek. "Someone surly cared about my comfort." The king's eyes turned dark as his breath became heavy.

He took in the sight of the raven hair councilor. His alabaster skin and cherry lips were exotic. He looked so vulnerable, bound on his bed.

Suddenly, he heard Glorfindel murmured something very unpleasant. Another twisted plan crawled into his mind. He would put Erestor's material to use. Taking Glorfindel would be a pleasure but you wouldn't exactly call it revenge. A thought sparked his mind. He would use Erestor. Nothing would make the seneschal more annoyed than to see his companion take what he cannot have. Ah, yes. That was it, the ultimate revenge.

"Seneschal you are most lively tonight, I suppose you need to be taught a lesson. If I'm not mistaken, you are the one behind the plans and Erestor follows the orders."

They both said nothing.

"I take that as a yes. Since you *love* to plot against me, I think I will do the same." He grabbed the seneschal and seated him onto a comfortable chair across from the bed.

He went back over to the councilor. He cupped his face, gently stroking his cheek. "How about we make a deal?" He turned his head back, glaring at the seneschal. "I know the Balrog Slayer loves to torment you, how about you help me do to it him?" His eyes returned to the councilor's with a grin.

"What do you have in mind, sire?" asked the councilor.

Thranduil whispered into his ear. Erestor's lips curved into a smile as he licked his ruby lips. "It would be a pleasure, sire." Thranduil gave the councilor a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded the councilor's mouth, sucking on his bottom lip, then his tongue. The kiss was broken, leaving Erestor breathless.

Thranduil cut the councilor's bonds then walked towards Glorfindel. Erestor soon followed after ridding himself of the bonds and placing his materials on the counter.

They both stood above him with wicked grins.

"What are you planning to do to me?" asked Glorfindel.

"Oh, nothing," replied Thranduil. He cut the wrist bonds but held his hands down firmly on the chair arms. In the meantime, Erestor was able to bind his wrists to the chair. They backed away, leaving a struggling Glorfindel.

***

"Restor!" yelled Glorfindel. He was beginning to get annoyed with him. He wouldn't plot against him? Would he?

"Yes?" innocently asked Erestor.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"You will see," assured Erestor.

"You are going to pay for this Erestor!"

"Oh, am I?" The councilor pulled Thranduil in for a deep kiss. Their tongues entwined, each fighting for dominance. Glorfindel could see their tongues twist and turn, going in and out. The sight started a stir in his lions.

The torment was over when the kiss ended. At least so he thought. ***

"Aran nín, aniron lle," moaned Erestor. He took hold of one of the king's digits, bringing it to his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around it.

The king moaned from the sensation, while his hips bucked on their own accord. He removed his finger, removing the clasp of the councilor's tunic. Erestor undressed the king with ease and Thranduil did the same.

They were now naked and a pile of clothes lay beside the bed. Still they stood in front of Glorfindel, barley three feet away. Erestor knelt down, taking the king's semi-erect member into his mouth. He licked the tip, making tiny circles on it. Without warning, he took the whole thing into his mouth, taking it to the back of his throat.

Thranduil moaned in delight. His full attention turned to the wet mouth around him. His legs became unsteady and he knew that if the sensation continued, he'd soon fall over.

Erestor, sensing this by the increase of the king's groans and shaky limbs, guided the king back to the bed. He shoved the king with force and swallowing his hard on back into his mouth.

The king gasped, his back lifted up and he thrashed about the bed. Erestor continued to lap his tongue; slowly pulling it out and swallowing it back in. He dipped his head, flowing into a rhythm. He did this till the king felt he was at the brink and then stopped.

Thranduil whimpered but was suppressed by a demanding kiss. They looked back at Glorfindel, checking on him. Erestor laughed when he saw the large bulge in the seneschal's leggings. Erestor leapt off the bed, heading towards him.

"Are you lonely over here?" teased Erestor. He untied the seneschal's leggings, releasing his throbbing member. He took it into his hand, stroking it and twirling his thumb over the tip.

"Restor…" moaned Glorfindel.

He continued to slowly pump the velvet muscle but stopped when he felt drops of essence leak from his sex. "Sorry, Fin. We will deal with you later." He let go, walking back to Thranduil.

He was received with a soft kiss when he pushed the king back down. The Noldo climbed over the king, lying on top of him. He leaned down, leaving trails of kisses on his neck and shoulder. Coming back up, he slid his tongue over the delicate curve of the king's ear, taking the whole tip into his mouth.

Thranduil thrashed on the bed, going mad with lust. His eyes dilated, turning emerald. He reached down to grasp the aching member he'd refused completion before. It was still throbbing, hard and slightly wet.

Erestor leapt off the bed once more, reaching for the oil. He crawled back over the king "Aran nín, may I?" An oil-slicked finger caressed the tight ring.

"Yes," the reply was barely a whisper. The king was already lost in lust and soon, he would be over the edge.

He inserted one finger, probing the entrance, slowly stretching it. When the muscle relaxed, he inserted another. He stroked the sides in a circular motion. Surprisingly, the king made only sounds of pleasure. He was starting to wonder if his fingers were too slender.

He probed deeper, caressing the one spot. The king gasped, pulling the sheets and writhe beneath. He pulled his fingers out and got off the king.

***

Thranduil was now on all fours, feeling exposed to the councilor. He looked into the eyes of Glorfindel, his eyes burning with lust and desire. His attention was drawn when Erestor placed himself behind him, rubbing the prepared tip at his entrance. He felt the tip pressed against the ring, coating the flesh that surrounds it.

***

Erestor gazed at Glorfindel; he could tell those eyes were not only filled with lust, but envy and jealously. Smiling wickedly, he inserted his sex into the king's tight entrance. He gradually buried himself, careful not to hurt his love.

Thranduil pushed back into him, pushing him deep inside. He moaned, feeling the warm, wet sensation. Erestor began to thrust forward, slowly going in and out. He leant forward, whispering into the king's ears, "I will have you seeing stars!"

With that said, he started to thrust faster and deeper. Sweat covered his body as he worked himself inside, changing angles for better penetration. He was satisfied when Thranduil cried out.

***

"Damn Restor, you are so going to die when I get out of these bonds!" thought Glorfindel. Not only was he tied to a chair and missing the action, Erestor was in his place. He was supposed to be the one behind the king, thrusting into him, driving him mad, begging *him* to be taken.

No, he was not doing any of that. Instead, he was strapped to a chair as the quiet, raven-haired, ivory-skinned councilor robbed him of his moment of glory. If that wasn't bad enough, they were putting on a show. The least they could do was release one of his hands.

He was distracted from his thoughts when he heard a cry from Thranduil. He hand come and the evidence was in Erestor's hand. Soon after, Erestor came too, spilling the creamy gift inside the king.

They both collapsed on one another, panting. Their chests moved rapidly up and down as Thranduil pulled Erestor into an embrace.

"Finally, it's over," thought Glorfindel. Minutes later it appeared the two elves were regaining their strength. "Someone release me this instant," demanded Glorfindel.

The pair sat up, staring at the seneschal. They just realized he was still in the room. Thranduil gave him a wink and fell back onto the bed.

***

Glorfindel watched the pair lying on the bed in one another's arms. He struggled against his bonds once more but failed. Finally, Erestor pulled away from the king. He stepped onto the cold floor, approaching him.

The councilor stared at him. He mocked the seneschal, having him tied there was simply humiliation. The raven-haired beauty showed a side he had never seen before. Thousands of years working with him, he never knew he had it in him. Even when sharing nights of pleasure with one another, he was the one in charge. Erestor would submit, giving him his way. Even the look in his eyes had changed. They were no longer innocent, lust-filled eyes but predatory and fierce. This side terrified him slightly. He would have to watch out, before he ended up like this again.

"Are you comfortable?" asked Erestor.

There it was again, the mockery, the ridicule. It was in his eyes. He wasn't going to let his companion get the best of him. No one ever had and no one ever would. He wasn't known to submit and it wasn't going to start now.

"The bonds are slightly painful, but the chair is quite nice. Though, I must say, the view is wonderful."

And what a wonderful view it was. The lithe form stood before him, his ivory skin glowed in the candlelight, the raven hair swayed as the wind blew through the windows curtains. Those ruby lips swollen from all the sucking the king had done. The scent of sex and the natural fragrance of the councilor filled the air as he came closer.

"Really? Does it pain you that you cannot do this?" Erestor took hold of his member, stroking it. He slowly pumped up the muscle up and down.

Glorfindel bit his lip, suppressing a moan. No matter how much torture they would bring to him, he would not submit. He would not beg for anyone!

***

Erestor stopped, noticing that the action had done nothing to the seneschal. His eyes… They were apathetic. He gently caressed his cheek, leaned down and slid his hand between his thighs. He spread Glorfindel's legs wide, rubbing his desire. It continued for some time, but still nothing. What was happening? Why was it not driving the Balrog Slayer crazy?

He rose, looking at him again. Glorfindel was looking up at the ceiling. He wasn't even paying attention to his actions! The councilor was filled with rage. Still he is arrogant and full of himself. "You will cry in pleasure and pain No matter what it takes." he swore to himself.

"Are you done playing your game, councilor? I would appreciate it if you released me. I am ready to retire."

That tone. He didn't like that tone. It was so simple, so unemotional.

"No, seneschal. I am not done with you yet. You will crawl on your knees and beg me before this night is over!" he snapped.

"I will do no such thing!" Glorfindel retorted.

Reflexively he slapped Glorfindel.

Not looking back, Erestor dashed back to the king, sitting on top of his hips. He was still half asleep. Erestor had been a little rough on him before but surely, Thranduil had been worse towards him.

"Sire," he whispered.

The king opened his eyes, staring back at the councilor. "Yes, lirimaer?"

"Look at Glorfindel."

The king rose, still holding onto Erestor so he wouldn't have to get off. He stared at him; he was sitting there looking up at the ceiling. He didn't look too affected by the show that had occurred only moments ago. It bothered him little, but by the tone of Erestor's voice, he was angry.

"When I touch him, he does nothing. Not *one* moan."

"Hmmm, how could anyone resist your touches?" purred Thranduil. He pulled him into an embrace and gently kissed him, his tongue tracing and sucking his bottom lip. Gods, he couldn't get enough of those lips. They were so supple and soft. From all his sucking, the councilor would have large swollen red lips by morning.

Erestor pulled away, looking at the king. His face became serious. "He still has not learned his lesson, aran nín."

"Really?"

He pushed Erestor aside, walking toward the seneschal.

"Fin."

***

The Balrog Slayer starred at the king. By the Valar, he was a sight to behold. He pushed back the thoughts of having the king at his mercy and simply replied, "Sire, I wish to be released."

"I'm sorry, meldir, I cannot do so. It seems you have made someone mad."

"He already slapped me for it. Is he not happy yet?"

"He slapped you?" The king turned to Erestor. That raven beauty, actually hit Glorfindel? No one would believe it if the Balrog Slayer had not said it himself.

Glorfindel rolled his eyes. "Yes, he hit me. Now can you please cut my bonds?"

"No!" shouted Erestor. "For so long have you tormented me, ordered me around, and walked all over me. This night, you will pay for it all! I shall have you are at my mercy!"

Thranduil stepped back. He was shocked at the sudden outburst but more at what the councilor said. He wondered what horrible things Glorfindel had ever done to him to cause so much fury.

Erestor looked up at the ceiling. He saw a long chain dangling from it. It was clasped together to keep it from getting in the way when it was not needed.

"Sire, may I use that gold chain?" he pointed up.

Thranduil cocked an eyebrow. "Just what are you planning to do?"

"I am going to break Fin."

***

Glorfindel sat back in horror. A terrified expression was shown upon his face. Luckily, Erestor was too caught up trying to convince Thranduil for the materials to notice it.

They whispered words to one another. Erestor had a wicked grin throughout the whole conversation but Thranduil seemed tense. The king did have weird fetishes but he never went as far as Erestor was about to go.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Thranduil asked.

"Sire, I have never been more certain," replied Erestor.

The councilor leaned in, locking their lips together. While Thranduil was releasing the chain, Erestor went over to Glorfindel.

He grabbed Glorfindel by the chin and looked directly into his eyes. The seneschal held no emotions in those deep blue eyes. He felt something boiling inside him. Some sort of anger he had never possessed before.

Erestor glanced back when he heard the chain fall. It was ready. He released Glorfindel. It wasn't long until they had Glorfindel's hands tied up with the chains.

Glorfindel could feel the cold air upon his skin as they stripped him of his clothes. Thranduil was shuffling through his drawers, looking for somethingas Erestor relaxed on the king's bed, picking through the fruit basket on the nightstand. Glorfindel was startled when the king slammed the drawer closed.

"Found it!" the king exclaimed.

The king stood next to the Balrog slayer, his hands behind his back.

"Fin, this is your last chance. Simply apologize to the councilor and I will not hurt you."

Glorfindel turned his head towards the councilor. He was biting into a peach. He caught the juices that drip from the corners of his mouth before he could make a mess. He looked directly at the king. "Well, is he ready to say sorry?"

Glorfindel snorted, "I would, if there was only something that I was sorry about."

The Noldo resisted the urge to throw the half-eaten fruit at him. Glorfindel was certainly crossing the line. He needed this lesson.

"All right, seneschal. You asked for it!"

Glorfindel bit his lip as the first lash struck him. "That was not so bad," he thought, but as it continued, it began to burn like fire. When it finally stopped, he took a couple deep breaths and stared back at Erestor.

Thranduil had taken Erestor's place on the bed and now the councilor was behind him. In his hand was a peach and sharp knife. Erestor carefully traced the blade along the seneschal member and sack. The seneschal remained as still as possible, fearing any damage to his most wanted body part. Completely caught up with remaining still, he did not notice his erection. He dared not look down nor at Erestor.

Suddenly, he felt something cool and wet on the tip of his member. Erestor was using a slice of peach, tracing it along his member before popping it into his mouth.

Thranduil handed Erestor a goblet of wine which the councilor quickly consumed. He focused his full attention on Glorfindel and nothing else. He ran his fingers across the full buttocks, squeezing and caressing it. Glorfindel flinched as the councilor caressed his opening.

Thranduil carefully coated the councilor's fingers and length with oil. He gently stroked his member, rubbing and teasing the tip.

Erestor hissed with pleasure. He had to admit, Thranduil was not only the King of Mirkwood, but also the king of seduction. He was then pulled into a breathless kiss before the king took his position on the bed.

***

Glorfindel stiffed at the thought of what was yet to come. Like Thranduil, he had never played the submitting side, especially with Erestor. The thought was slightly horrifying. He could almost feel the pain now. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate elsewhere. As Erestor entered him, he bit down hard and swallowed the pain. Once he was completely filled, he felt Erestor hanging onto him tightly.

Erestor's body had become light and his two feet no longer supported him. He hung onto Glorfindel to prevent himself from falling.

"Restor!" yelled Glorfindel.

"Tis about time your concoction worked," said Thranduil.

The Balrog slayer turned his attention towards the king. He was approaching him. Thranduil smiled at him wickedly before licking his full moist lips, which he couldn't take his eyes off of. He was caught off guard when those luxurious lips devoured his. Thranduil's tongue teased his, driving him mad with need. He stepped back, turning his attention to the raven-haired beauty.

The king caressed Erestor's back, trailing his fingers along the spine. His hand rested on the perfectly round butt, squeezing and gently smacking it. The councilor's hips bucked from the gentle tap, causing him to move his length deeper into Glorfindel.

The sensual moan that escaped the seneschal's lips brought thoughts to the king's head. He quickly swept across the room, obtaining the oil from the bedside table. He quickly coated his throbbing length and positioned himself at the councilor's entrance. He slowly pressed forward, becoming lost from the sensation of tightness around his aching sex.

Erestor and Glorfindel moan loudly in unison. This brought a smile to Thranduil's lips. He began to move slowly, then increasing his speed. This continued for a while, the king ramming into the councilor and Glorfindel moaning louder than the next. Finally he could take no more and he spilled his essence. Glorfindel also came, spilling himself all over the floor. Thranduil suppressed his laughter as he carefully pulled Erestor off and position him onto the bed. He went back to the Balrog slayer, gazing deep into his eyes.

"Would you like to join me this time or would you like to stay here, tied to the chain?" inquired the king.

Glorfindel said nothing but he could already sense his answer. He unlocked the chains and helped him to the bed. There the three lay, in each others arms, slipping into reverie.

"Maybe this wasn't such a bad begetting day after all," thought Thranduil.

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[Lissuin] A fragrant flower brought from the shores of The Undying Lands.
[Rwalaer] Lusty one
[Aran nín, aniron lle] My king, I desire you.
[Lirimaer]- lovely one
[Aran nín]- my king
[Meldir]- friend

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