Dirty Dancing 2 ... Imladris Nights

Dirty Dancing 2 ... Imladris Nights

Posted: January 1, 2006
Title: Dirty Dancing 2… Imladris Nights
Sequel to: Dirty Dancing
Author: Tena
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Erestor/Glorfindel/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Prof. J.R.R. Tolkien. I make no claim to these characters and use them solely for entertainment purposes. No money is being made.
Warnings: obscene old elves bumping and grinding
Author's Notes: This is Aglarien and DarkDreamers fault. Spank them!

Summary: The twins were not the only ones effective by the erotic dancer from Gildor’s traveling elves.

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Still lounging on the large pillows on the floor of the Hall of Fire, Glorfindel, Erestor, and Thranduil watched Elrond bidding the last of his guests goodnight. They had all had far too much wine this night but none of them cared. Rarely did they allow themselves to become this carefree during a party, always wanting to be the paragons of decency in public, but this night Gildor had been in charge of the preparations and they were free to do as they pleased.

Glorfindel began to chuckle as Elrond made his way back to where they sat, removing his ceremonial robes along the way. “Dance for us, Elrond.” Glorfindel circles his wrist in the air, his speech slurred.

Thranduil snorted. “Yes, Elrond, we need more entertainment.”

Elrond fell onto the pillows. “Not a chance. I do not dance.”

“Ooooh yessss you dooooo. I have seeeen yooou dance. I have even danced with you. So…you do do dance.” Erestor grinned and sloppily pour more wine.

Glorfindel snorted. “Elrond, you dodo dance? Oh, we must see that.” Thranduil and Erestor started laughing uncontrollably.

Elrond shook his head and took the wine bottle from Erestor. “I am not dancing.”

Thranduil leaned closer and purred into Elrond’s ear. “Come on, Elrond; dance like that gorgeous young ellon did. Shake your hips and wiggle that cute arse of yours. Pleeese.”

“That dancer was not just shaking his arse. Did you see how he could swing his…?”

“Glorfindel!” Elrond shouted.

“Dick!” Erestor finished Glorfindel’s thought, grinning and nodding.

“Erestor!” Elrond shouted.

Thranduil sprayed the front of Elrond’s tunic with the mouthful of wine he had just drunk.

“Thranduil!” Elrond shouted.

Glorfindel and Erestor laughed as the wine fell down on Elrond like a spring shower. Elrond took Erestor’s robe, which had been discarded next to him, and wiped his face and chest.

Glorfindel handed his wine to Erestor, stood shakily and bowed. “Since he has shouted all our names in anger, let me see if I can make him shout our names in passion.” Glorfindel began to undulate his hips and shimmy his shoulders.

The other three could not contain their laughter and Erestor began whistling and clapping, forgetting he held a goblet of wine and spilled it all over Elrond’s face. The Mirkwood king laughed even louder and Elrond glared at him. Erestor giggled behind his now empty goblet.

Glorfindel seemed oblivious to what was going on while he continued his dance with his eyes closed. “Are you all watching me? I am just as erotic as that ellon was tonight.”

“Glorfindel, you look like you are having some type of fit. Let me show you.” Thranduil stood and pushed Glorfindel over and cleared a space to dance. “This is how it is done.” Thranduil began moving his hips and lifted his tunic over his head.

Elrond’s eyebrow rose on his forehead and he grinned in appreciation. Glorfindel pouted for a moment until he locked eyes with Erestor who winked at him. Glorfindel smiled and resumed his “dancing” in front of Erestor.

The lord of Imladris and his advisor sat watching the king and the seneschal grinding their hips and attempting to dance erotically.

Elrond leaned close to Erestor and whispered. “They are doing wrong.”

“I know. I think we should show them how it is done.” Elrond nodded at Erestor’s suggestion.

“Yes, meldir, let us show them how the dance is supposed to be performed.” Elrond stood and took Erestor’s hand. They walked near Glorfindel and Thranduil, removed their tunics and held each other’s hips while they moved in synchronized motions. Erestor turned Elrond, pulled his ass to his hips and ground his erection against Elrond.

The other two had stopped dancing and were watching Elrond and Erestor. Thranduil bent down and retrieved two wine goblets, filled them and handed one to the golden warrior. He watched the dancers over Glorfindel’s shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“They are beautiful to watch, are they not?” Glorfindel whispered, as if afraid to interrupt.

“Mmmm, they are.”

Erestor watched Glorfindel from behind his lord and whispered something into Elrond’s ear. The half elf smiled, walked to the observers and pulled Glorfindel away from Thranduil. Erestor reached to take ‘Fin’s hand and pulled him to his chest.

“Dance with me, Glorfindel.” They swayed together. Glorfindel took Erestor face in his hands and kissed his deeply. Erestor moved his hands to Glorfindel’s leggings and pushed them to the floor. “Dance *for* me, Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel stepped out of his leggings and lifted his tunic over his head. Erestor watched as the naked warrior’s shaft swung and bounced. He could not control his impulse to stroke the arousal reverently while licking his lips. Glorfindel hissed and let his head fall back.

Elrond took Thranduil and smiled. “You move beautifully. But, can you do what the young dancer could do?”

Thranduil smiled and began unlacing his leggings and pushed them to the ground. He swung his hips wildly and Elrond stood wide-eyed as Thranduil’s erection swung in a perfect circle. “How do you do that?”

“Well, first you must remove these.” Thranduil tugged on the waist of Elrond’s leggings. Soon, Elrond stood naked and Thranduil placed his hands on his narrow hips. “Like this.” He moved Elrond’s hips to match his own movements.

Elrond watched his own erection moving and when it finally made a full circle, he yelled. “I did it. Look, I did it.” Thranduil laughed and Elrond looked over his shoulder at Erestor and Glorfindel who were devouring each other. Elrond cleared his throat loudly.

Erestor and Glorfindel looked at him with darkened eyes. “What?”

“Look what Thranduil taught me?” Elrond said excitedly and began swaying and thrusting his hips. No matter how he tried, he could not make his shaft spin in a circle.

Glorfindel huffed. “Elrond, you interrupted the most amazing kiss I have ever received to show us that?” Glorfindel turned to face him and twisted his hips causing his very hard arousal to whip back and forth. “See, I could have shown you that.” He turned back and kissed Erestor again who had been standing there with a very silly but happy grin on his face.

“Wait, I did it. Thranduil, show me again.” He turned and took the wine offered and the Sindar threw the goblet of wine back, swallowing slowly then took Elrond’s hips again.

“Like this, my dear Elrond.” He slowly manipulated Elrond’s body and watched the substantial arousal of the Peredhel bounce and sway back and forth. Elrond drank deeply of the wine and dropped the goblet on the ground and his head back to the king’s shoulder.

“Am I doing it, Thranduil?” He slurred.

“You most certainly are, my friend.” Thranduil moved the hair to one side; exposing soft, warm skin that his began kissing and licking which elicited soft moans from Elrond.

Erestor opened his eyes slightly while kissing Glorfindel and then whispered. “’Fin, back up slowly.” He guided Glorfindel until his arse met Elrond’s erection. Glorfindel yelped and then relaxed when Elrond put a firm hand on his hip.

Thranduil looked at Erestor and chuckled. “This is quite a sandwich we have created here, Erestor.”

“It looks good enough to eat, does it not?” The four of them were moving in tandem, circling their hips to the silent erotic sounds in their minds. Thranduil’s arms, one around Elrond and the other reaching to caress Erestor’s arm that was stretched forward holding Elrond’s hip. Erestor’s other arm was holding Glorfindel tightly to him and Glorfindel’s hands were full of Erestor’s beautiful firm buttocks.

They continued to silently move, sway and grind their bodies together. Erestor and Glorfindel were kissing passionately and Thranduil was laving Elrond’s neck and shoulder before tipping his chin to take his mouth in a sultry kiss.

When they were exhausted from dancing and the wine had taken its toll, the four friends and soon to be lovers fell to the sumptuous pillows and began writhing together in the oldest dance known to all. They were a tangle of arms and legs, still thrusting and grinding, although now in a recumbent position.

If anyone had entered the Hall of Fire or walked by, they would have heard moans and cries of passion from four of the most respected elves of their land. Unfortunately, for the four very drunk, very passionate and now very sated elves, they had had an audience who had by chance entered the hall and been too entranced to leave. The two voyeurs had hid behind a large tapestry that hung behind a raised platform and was hidden storage for the musician’s instruments.

They waited until the lord’s had rested and sobered enough to dress and return to their rooms, then made their way back to their own room to relieve themselves of their own pent up passion from watching the sensual foursome.

The next morning at the dining table, the four lords were rather quiet and exchanged knowing glances and smiles. To them, the happenings of the previous night were their secret to be remembered on lonely nights and perhaps repeated when they were together again.

Melpomaen and Lindir sat quietly, enjoying their tea and breakfast. They watched the glances exchanged between their lord and his friends and Melpomaen could not resist the urge to break the silence.

“Lindir, my love, do you know the music the young dancer performed to last night?” He grinned at his husband.

Lindir could hardly suppress his giggle. “Well, I had never heard it before last night but I do remember the beat. It was very erotic and sensual.”

“It was, meleth. It was rather inspiring. Perhaps you could play that for us all one night.”

Lindir and Melpomaen did not miss the smirks and wide eyes of the other four. Lindir cleared his throat. “Lord Elrond, do you know anyone who could possibly teach the art of erotic dancing?”

Elrond sputtered and sprayed Erestor, who was sitting across the table, with the tea he was drinking. “No, I do not think I know anyone who can dance quite that way.”

Glorfindel was chuckling while helping Erestor clean the tea off his face. “I may know of someone if you are really interested.” He grinned and Erestor winked.

“Who, Glorfindel?” Mel asked.

Thranduil glared at them and shook his head slightly in warning. They both smiled wickedly. “Thranduil!” They said in unison.

Thranduil huffed. “You are both warg’s asses.”

Lindir and Mel looked at Thranduil. “We would love to learn if you are willing to teach us. Perhaps if you have time this afternoon we could share lunch and then begin our lessons.”

Thranduil looked at them as if they had two heads. “You are serious. You really want me to teach you how to dance erotically?”

“We are completely serious, sire. Come to our room for lunch.” Lindir rose and took Mel’s hand. As they walked to the door, Mel turned back.

“King Thranduil, do come hungry. We will make sandwiches.” He and Lindir giggled as they exited the hall, leaving the four other elves staring after them with mouth agape.

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THE END

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