Birthday

Birthday

Posted: April 4, 2008
Title: Birthday
Author: Zilah
Type: FCS
Characters: Elrond/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays me.
Beta: Tena
Author's Notes: What one can do, when having two horny elves constantly whispering? Oh, Ok. I finally gave up. And thank you Tena, for your excellent work. Without you, I was lost.

Summary: Surprise, surprise!

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Erestor felt unusually melancholy. Today was his birthday, but no one seemed to notice. Even his beloved hervenn had rushed somewhere before Erestor managed to get out of the bed. Just a quick kiss on his brow, and Elrond was gone. All the more, Glorfindel was in Mirkwood with his mate Thranduil, so there was no one who would have lifted his mood. The weather was beautiful, as if mocking his dejection.

Erestor was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice how no one had approached him with every-day problems as usual. It was afternoon when he finally realized how all of Imladris felt almost empty.

“What in Arda is going on? Where was everyone?” Erestor thought, as he went to the Great Hall. He wasn’t surprised when he found the hall empty, for it wasn’t dinner-time yet. When he walked back to his rooms he began to worry. He didn’t see even servants anywhere, and that was something unprecedented.

Erestor opened the door that lead to the chambers he shared with Elrond, fully waiting to be alone. At his surprise, he saw the door to their bedroom open.

“What is this? I didn’t left it open!”Erestor thought, his mind racing. Was it possible that someone had been there? He felt completely stupid, but he began to creep carefully to the bedroom. It wasn’t like him to be this suspicious, but the silence had unnerved him more than he cared to admit. Erestor looked at the bedroom and found his suspicions true. Someone had changed the sheets, and closed the curtains. There were also several candles lit in the dusky room.

Suddenly, Erestor realized he wasn’t alone. He didn’t know why the feeling came, but sudden fear washed over him. At the very next moment, his instinct proved itself true. Erestor let out started shriek, as he was pulled against strong and obviously aroused body. A low chuckle revealed his attacker’s identity, and he relaxed.

“What in Arda do you mean by this, Elrond? Are you happy now that you have managed to scare me to death?” Erestor demanded, his temper beginning to boil.

“Forgive me, meleth. I swear it wasn’t my intention to scare you. I was looking for you, but I didn’t find you in your study. When I saw you were coming here, I couldn’t resist the urge to tease you.” Elrond said softly, cradling Erestor in his arms.

Erestor couldn’t resist Elrond’s apologizes, though he didn’t want to show that just yet.

“Don’t you dare to think that you will get away from this with a few honeyed words. You owe me a proper apology for this one.” He grumbled, trying to hide his trembling. Elrond’s warm breath caressed his ear, making his blood set on fire.

“Would I do that to you, meleth nín?” Elrond purred, tightening his grip.

“Oh yes you would, you rascal!” Erestor snapped, but spoiled his point by moaning, when Elrond took his eartip in his mouth, sucking gently.

“Let me show how sorry I truly am, meleth nín.” Elrond whispered, continuing his torturous ministrations. He smiled as Erestor gave up and leaned into his touch, arching and moaning. How he loved his beautiful hervenn, his beauty, his loving but fierce nature, his passion. Slowly he unbuttoned Erestor’s robes, smoothing silky and flushed skin under it. Elrond could imagine how Erestor’s eyes were already almost black with desire, how his cheeks were flushed with arousal. Elrond let his hands slide on Erestor’s chest, teasingly touching hardened nipples. He chuckled when a needy moan escaped from Erestor’s lips.

“Oh… I love how sensitive you are… so wanton…” Elrond whispered, and then gasped as Erestor pressed himself against his aching arousal. This erotic game threatened to undo him as well. But Elrond couldn’t give in to his urge to ravish Erestor right away; he had to keep his need at bay.

Erestor couldn’t resist as gentle hands slid his robes away, letting them to pool on the floor. Shuddering, he leaned backwards into Elrond’s eager arms. Elrond was still fully dressed, and his robes created a sensual friction on Erestor’s heated skin. Shamelessly, he begged for more.

“With pleasure, Erestor nín.”

Elrond let his hands wander a little lower, smoothing tender skin of Erestor’s abdomen. Erestor’s legs threatened to give in, but Elrond’s strong embrace didn’t let him fall. Erestor was almost incoherent with frustrated need when Elrond finally turned him over, pressing him against the wall. Before Erestor knew what was happening, Elrond had kneeled and hot mouth swallowed his arousal.

“Oh… El… Elrond!” Erestor cried hoarsely, his hips bucking helplessly. He stroked Elrond’s dark hair with shaking hands, as he slowly but surely slid in total abandon. Again and again eager mouth feasted on him until Erestor finally came, Elrond’s name on his lips. His knees finally gave in and he would have collapsed, but Elrond scooped him into his arms, carrying him on the bed.

Erestor opened his eyes, and found Elrond staring at him, a hopeful smile on his face.

“Would you forgive me now, meleth nín?”

Erestor hid his smile, as he shook his head.

“And why not? What I must do to convince you?” Elrond asked.

“Because… I want you to make love to me, now.”

“Ohh… such a demanding elf you are, Erestor nín. You are going to have your wish.” Elrond said with a sultry voice, as he got rid of his own clothes. For only a moment he stared at Erestor, admiring his beauty. Elrond would never tire of looking at Erestor this way; sated but craving for more.

“Come, meleth nín. Fill me with your love.” Erestor begged, spreading his legs invitingly and Elrond’s body tightened with need. Suddenly, he couldn’t get inside of his tempting hervenn fast enough. Elrond quickly prepared Erestor, and sank in the willing body with a one, fluid thrust. He didn’t know which was more pleasurable; to feel Erestor’s hot tightness around him, or to listen Erestor’s hoarse cries, that threatened to drive him mad. Unable to stop himself anymore, Elrond set quick pace, making Erestor gasp and moan beneath him.

“Oh Valar! Erestor!” Elrond cried out when they finally reached their peaks one after the other. He collapsed atop Erestor and for a moment he was far too boneless and sated to even think about moving away. But finally he withdrew, groaning because of the loss. He glanced at Erestor who still laid on the bed, slightly shivering and panting, and he thought to himself that he had never seen anything this beautiful. He felt sorry that he couldn’t just climb beside his hervenn and forget everything.

Erestor yelped, surprised, as Elrond suddenly gathered him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom.

“Oh, Elrond! Couldn’t you just relax and leave me be for a moment? I don’t think I can move anywhere for the while. Besides, why this haste?” Erestor grumbled, slightly annoyed that Elrond had cut short their languid moment. He would have rather stayed in bed for a little bit longer.

“I’m sorry, meleth, but we have already delayed for far too long. You really have an ability to get me… carried away,” Elrond sighed, as he began to wash them both.

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“I just knew this! Who had the miserable idea about Elrond to summon him? I bet he forgot the idea as soon as he was alone with Erestor,” Glorfindel grumbled, when Elrond and Erestor didn’t show up.

“Those too are insatiable, don’t you think?” Thranduil smirked.

“They are. I cannot understand how in Arda they ever get anything done.”

“Oh, meleth! Leave them be. They will show up, eventually. Besides, if I get my works done despite of your constant pestering, I am sure that Elrond and Erestor will manage their work done just fine,” Thranduil whispered with a low voice that made Glorfindel shiver.

“My constant pestering? Pestering! And who begged me last night so prettily? It is miracle that you are able to sit at all,” Glorfindel said with a huff.

“Oh, but I am. I am not a fragile flower that needs constant protection. I am a wood-elf, hard, bold and wicked!” Thranduil declared with a pompous tone, making Glorfindel burst out into amused laughter.

“Oh, that you are, my King. My very own, hard, bold and wicked King. I love you, Thranduil nín,” Glorfindel whispered, smiling. He pulled Thranduil closer and kissed him, but soon the kiss was interrupted when they heard footsteps.

Glorfindel and Thranduil glanced quickly the other elves that were in the rose-garden with them. When Erestor and Elrond finally came into sight, they all cheered together:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERESTOR!”

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THE END

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