Midsummer Night's Dance

Midsummer Night's Dance

Posted: July 13, 2007
Title: Midsummer Night's Dance
Sequel to: Come To Me In Dreams
Author: Zilah
Type: FCS
Characters: Lindir/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Sad but true: they are not mine. I just play with them. No one pays me.
Warnings: M-preg
Beta: Tena. Thank you so much for your excellent betaing, Tena! Without you, I was lost.
Author's Notes: I love this pairing, and it was not enough to write just one long story about them. It seems that there will be a whole archive coming. But this one is one-shot. If you want to read about Lindir's first dance for his mate, you should go and read: Come to me in Dreams

Summary: Lindir has prepared a surprise or two for his mate.

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Lindir looked around at the clearing, pleased of what he saw. His efforts hadn’t gone in vain. Tonight his beloved mate would have a surprise, or rather, several of them. Lindir smiled dreamily as he left, heading back to the caves.

* * * *

Lindir peeked in Thranduil’s study, unsure if he could disturb his mate for a moment. Thranduil had been very busy the last few weeks, and in dire need of a break. To his delight, Thranduil smiled at him and waved him in. Lindir went and sat on his lap.

“It’s good to see you, meleth nín. I missed you,” Thranduil said softly, capturing Lindir’s mouth in a lingering kiss.

“How it is possible that you have already missed me, when it is only couple of hours since you left our bed?” Lindir chuckled, when the kiss finally ended. He fully enjoyed Thranduil’s affections.

“It seems that you are completely stuck with me, Lindir nín. Whenever you are away from me, I do miss you, even if we are separated only a short time.”

Lindir smiled at his mate, smoothing his cheek. How he loved Thranduil; these 50 years with him had been filled with love and happiness. Only a month ago they had celebrated Legolas’ majority. It seemed almost a miracle that their son was now an adult.

“That is good to hear, but I didn’t come here for that,” Lindir whispered.

“So, why did you come? Tell me.”

“Would it be too much asked, if you could give me this one night; to spend it just the two of us?”
Thranduil frowned. He had known that Lindir must have felt a little bit neglected because he had been so busy lately. Though, Lindir’s timing wasn’t the best possible. Tomorrow would be the Great Midsummer feast and yet there was much to do. But still, Thranduil didn’t want to turn down his beloved mate; if Lindir wanted more time with him, he would arrange it, no matter what.

“I have still some things to do, but would it be all right if you came back at sunset? I promise to be ready by then.” Thranduil offered and saw that he had been right. The joy on Lindir’s beautiful face warmed his heart. After several more kisses, Thranduil finally let his mate go.

* * * *

Lindir’s heart started to race, when he finally knocked on Thranduil’s door at sunset. He had bathed and let his hair loose. He wore only simple tunic and leggings, and carried a basket with him. Lindir blushed when he thought of the other preparations he had made. He hoped that Thranduil would like his surprise.

The door opened and Lindir raised his gaze.

“So, are you ready to go?” He asked and extended his hand.

“I’m always ready for you, meleth nín. Where are we going?” Thranduil said softly, pulling his mate closer.

“It’s a surprise,” Lindir only smiled and led Thranduil to the woods. When they finally were near the destination, Lindir halted. He took a blindfold and covered Thranduil’s eyes with it.

“Lindir? What are you…” Thranduil tried to ask, but Lindir only laughed and led him on. When they finally halted, Lindir looked around at the clearing. He smiled when he saw that everything was just as he had hoped.

Night was clear and serene. There wasn’t one single cloud in the sky that would shade Ithil’s silvery light. Not even lightest breeze disturbed this complete peace.

Lindir turned towards his beloved mate and undressed him slowly. Thranduil didn’t resist, even as Lindir could sense his confusion. They both were now silent; it was as if some nightly spell had captured them both and words were not needed. Lindir quickly undressed himself too, and took a deep breath. Then he stepped behind his mate and released the blindfold.

Thranduil blinked; it took some time before he could focus his gaze. But then he saw his beloved mate and almost forgot to breathe.

As 50 years ago, Thranduil stood silently in the woods, staring bewitched at the clearing. Or rather, at the incredible being who danced and sang middle of the clearing, and his pure voice rang into the silent night. Thranduil couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. He could only stare, and feast with his eyes, at his incredible mate and his sensual movements. He could only listen to the melodious voice, tears of emotion in his eyes.

Never had he heard a voice more beautiful, nor had he seen anything so breathtaking as Lindir before his very eyes. He was completely naked and his bare skin glowed in Ithil’s light. His silvery, almost white hair floated around him as he danced. His willowy body swayed in complete rhythm, his whole being radiated joy of living.

Thranduil thought silently that Lindir was even more beautiful now than before. This was his beloved hervenn, his soul-mate, the very breath of his life.

He took few steps closer and as before, Lindir turned and smiled at him invitingly. Thranduil trembled. Lindir was so beautiful, so tempting and he wanted him right now.

Lindir opened his arms, his eyes darkened with desire.

Thranduil closed the distance between them and took Lindir in his arms, kissing him fiercely. He forgot everything else but a bare, willowy body pressing against his own and kisses that set his whole being on fire. Thranduil let his hands slide on Lindir’s hips, pressing their arousals together. Sensual friction made them both moan loudly.

Lindir didn’t resist at all, when Thranduil gently lowered him on the soft grass, settling atop him.

“Make love to me now, Thranduil nín. I ache for you,” Lindir whispered and pulled Thranduil into a searing kiss. Not even all these years together had lessened Lindir’s desire for his mate; he would love Thranduil for the rest of his immortal life. He opened his legs eagerly, wanting nothing more than to feel Thranduil within him.

Lindir… meleth… so beautiful…” Thranduil breathed, devouring Lindir’s flushed body with his hands and lips. He trembled with need when Lindir’s beautiful voice echoed in the nightly air, moaning his name all over again. Slowly, he continued his journey lower; he needed more, he needed to taste his mate, to feel Lindir’s intoxicating flavor on his tongue. Thranduil smiled happily when Lindir finally reached his peak with a cry.

“Saes, meleth nín… I need you now…” Lindir whispered hoarsely, trying to gather his wits. He smiled wickedly, as he felt Thranduil’s fingers on his opening and then heard his surprised gasp.

“Oh, meleth nín! I didn’t know you were this greedy little elf,” Thranduil chuckled, when he found Lindir already prepared. He slid two fingers inside Lindir’s body, searching his sensitive spot. He intended to fully enjoy Lindir’s begging and whimpering under his hands. But soon Thranduil’s need to get inside of his meleth became unbearable. He withdrew his fingers and leaned atop Lindir, who welcomed him with open arms. Slowly, he joined their bodies together and for a moment he could only pant to this maddening sensation. He would never tire of this; making love with his beautiful hervenn. Thranduil kissed Lindir passionately, as he started to move. They both moaned at the sensation of their joining, the joy they found in each other’s arms was beyond anything else.

Lindir clung to Thranduil, caressing his shoulders and back, enjoying how firm muscles moved under his hands. His heart soared with the pleasure of having his beloved hervenn buried inside him, driving him towards ecstasy. As they finally reached their peaks, one after the other, they could only cry out their rapture into silent night.

Thranduil gathered last remnants of his strength and eased off Lindir’s limp body to lie beside him. He felt tears of happiness in his eyes, as Lindir snuggled up against him.

“I love you, Lindir nín,” Thranduil whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. He smoothed Lindir’s damp hair and body that still shook in after waves of his completion.

“I love you too, meleth. You have given me so much. Without you, I had nothing,” Lindir said softly, kissing Thranduil’s shoulder.

“It should be I, who is grateful. You and Legolas are both so dear to me that I have no words to describe my feelings.”

“And yet… I didn’t know it is possible to be even happier than I have already been with you… I have something to tell you, meleth,” Lindir whispered shyly, an adorable blush appearing on his face.

“So, tell me, meleth nín. You make me curious,” Thranduil urged gently. He loved how Lindir still was a little bit shy with him, after all these years together. There was something very rare about the purity and innocence in Lindir that made Thranduil fall in love with his sweet hervenn all over again.

Lindir took Thranduil’s hand and placed it on his belly.

“The Valar has blessed us again, meleth nín. Next summer I will give birth to our iell (daughter),” he whispered, blushing even more. What would Thranduil say?

Thranduil stared at Lindir, completely stunned. When the words finally sank in, he touched Lindir’s belly with utmost gentleness; as if he were a delicate flower or fragile piece of porcelain.

“Oh meleth! An iell… You are incredible, Lindir nín. You already have given me Legolas and now… this time I will spoil you rotten,” Thranduil began to laugh joyously, cradling Lindir in his arms.

“But… I just thought… what will Legolas say? I don’t want him to think that we love him less because of my pregnancy,” Lindir said, frowning slightly.

“I’m sure he will understand. He will always be our first born and my heir, and no one can take his place in our hearts,” Thranduil assured, deciding that it was time to go back home. He didn’t want anything to happen to Lindir. Thranduil stood up, lifting Lindir with him. After dressing, he took Lindir in his arms, not caring about his objections.

“Let me, meleth nín. I want to pamper you when I have an opportunity to do so,” he said and Lindir ceased his struggling. He understood the deeper meaning behind Thranduil’s words. They had been separated several months when he had been with Legolas and they both had missed each other terribly. But this time he would be able to spend all this time together. The mere thought felt heavenly.

“I love you,” Lindir said, and happily rested his head against Thranduil’s strong shoulder. It was so good to be just here, in his beloved’s arms. Before he even realized, he had fallen asleep.

* * * *

Lindir stirred, when he heard a familiar voice calling to them.

“I have been searching for you. Where in Arda you have been?” Legolas asked and smiled as he saw his ada Lindir cuddled in his adar’s arms. His parents always treated each other with utmost affection, and the fact made Legolas happy. He hoped that he would someday find his own soul mate.

“We just needed some time on our own, ion nín (my son). Lindir had something to tell me,” Thranduil said slowly, wondering if he should tell their news this soon. But he just couldn’t hide his happiness.

“Could you tell me too? Or is it a secret? Is ada Lindir all right?” Legolas asked, frowning slightly. He looked at his adar’s face and saw loving smiles on them.

“Adar?”

“I will tell. You are going to be a big brother. Lindir is pregnant again, this time with an iell” Thranduil finally said, holding Lindir tightly in his arms. He silently hoped that Legolas would accept this.

“He is… what? I am going to have a little sister!” Legolas whispered in wonder.

Lindir stirred slightly and turned to look at his son.

“I truly hope that you don’t feel neglected because of this. We still love you very much,” Lindir offered carefully, when Legolas didn’t answer.

Finally, the Prince managed to gather his wits and realized his parents waiting for his answer.

“And why in Arda you think that I wouldn’t welcome my own sister with open arms? I know full well that you love me; hadn’t you told me so every single day? I am lucky to I have such loving parents,” Legolas said, smiling at the thought that he soon would have his own sibling to cherish. When he had been younger, the only wish that hadn’t come true had been his wish to have a little brother or sister.

“I’m happy if you really think so, ion nín,” Lindir whispered, relieved.

“I ‘really’ think so. Good night to both of you, I will see you in the morning,” Legolas chuckled, placing a quick kiss on ada Lindir’s brow.

Lindir and Thranduil watched at their withdrawing son, silently thinking how lucky they really were.

“And now, my sweet, pregnant hervenn; I’m going to tuck you in so that you will have a proper rest.” Thranduil finally said, carrying Lindir to their chambers.

“I will rest, but I want you to hold me while I sleep.” Lindir whispered, smiling.

“You can be sure of that. This time, I won’t let you out of my sight at all before our iell is born.” Thranduil assured, causing Lindir to smile happily.

* * * *

Thranduil held his peacefully slumbering hervenn in his arms, not wanting to sleep yet. Every now and then, he kissed Lindir’s brow or carefully smoothed his hair. He was far too happy to even sleep.

“Sleep now, my sweet Lindir. I love you till the end of times and beyond.” he whispered in Lindir’s ear and saw him smiling.

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THE END

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