He had lost many loved ones over the course of his long existence. And the sometimes-curse of his foresight, had shown him that he would lose one more to his family's entwined destiny with that of the Numenorian line.
But he had not foreseen his sons' bonding!.
Maybe he had not wanted to, even though the signs had been there from the very moment of their birth. They were unique, his sons, even within the extremely rare occurence of twins amongst elvenkind. For they were the only two of all their race to share one Fea; a single soul, divided into two identical bodies.
But why?... Why would the Valar allow such a thing to happen, when love between close kin was forbidden to the elves?. And yet, how could they find completion with any but one another?. What would become of them?... What could he do to set this aright and not lose his sons too?!..
Thus did Elrond's thoughts swirl, seeking in vain for some kind of resolution. Even the warm rays of Anor could not bring the troubled Lord any ease. He heaved himself out of the chair and made his way to the bathing chamber, the proud shoulders drooping with the weight of his heartache. He wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and dream about the first time he heard the tinkling laugh of his beloved Lady. But he forced himself to concentrate on the inmediate tasks at hand. He had to see how Elrohir's healing progressed. He had to check on Erestor. He had to attend to the business of running Imladris. Had to, had to, had to...
Elrond sighed.
In another chamber, a very different type of sigh was heard.
" Am I doing this correctly, my Lord?."
Melpomaen's voice was laced with sensual mischief as he looked up into the hooded eyes of the Balrog Slayer, whose hands were gripping at the waded sheets in an effort to keep himself from thrusting into the luscious mouth that was fast becoming adept at delivering exquisite pleasure.
" Or perhaps I should try this..."
The young elf gripped the hard cock, flicking his tongue all along the engorged tip, like a kitten lapping up a bowl of cream, delighting in the drawn-out groan his actions brought. The knuckles of the golden Lord's clenched hands turned white as his body tensed in impending orgasm, having endured the maddening ministrations of his ' pupil' for a good, long while.
" Meleth...aaah...finish this...saes...unhggg... Ai! Gods!."
Glorfindel's back arched clear off the bed as his member was suddently sucked in a hard, fast rythm that brought him to an explosive release. Melpomaen instinctively swallowed the jet of warm fluid that filled his mouth, relishing the knowledge that he had brought such pleasure to his beloved. The young elf then crawled up to lie beside his Lord, looking at the still-trembling body with sparkling eyes.
" I trust I have completed my first lesson to your...satisfaction?." He asked, with a grin.
Glorfindel turned a sated gaze towards his lover, a husky laugh rumbling from his chest at the smug expression in the younger elf's eyes.
" Indeed you have." The Balrog Slayer's own expression turned devilish. " And now it is time for me to demonstrate your next lesson."
Tucking an extra pillow behind his head, Glorfindel then maneuvered his love, until Melpomaen was basically straddling his neck in such a way that the young elf's shaft was almost touching the golden Lord's face. The seneschal cast a hungry look up to the wide eyes staring back down at him and smiled, ferally.
" You might want to grab on to something."
That was all the warning he gave, before swallowing the young elf to the root. Melpomaen's hands grabbed wildly for the headboard, as his unbelieving eyes watched his entire length disappear within Glorfindel's generous mouth. It was the most erotic sight the assistant could have ever imagined and the atonishing sensation of sliding down his lover's throat, set his whole body on fire.
Then Glorfindel hummed.
" Oh!...aaah...aaah, Elbereth!."
Melpomaen's brow broke into a sweat as he desperately strove to keep from pumping his hips, afraid that he would harm his love. Glorfindel understood what was going through the young elf's mind, as he himself had restrained from thrusting into Melpomaen's mouth but a short time ago. But unlike Melpomaen, the Balrog Slayer was far from inexperienced and so he cupped the clenched globes with his large hands, forcing his young lover into a deep, fast pace.
Melpomaen kept a tight grip on the headboard as he was compelled deeper and deeper down Glorfindel's throat. His hips began to spasm and he felt his sack tighten almost painfully, then a white light exploded behind his eyes and he threw his head back with a wail of ecstasy, emptying himself into the convulsing throat that eagerly milked every last drop of his seed.
Somehow, Glorfindel managed to get his arms out from under Melpomaen's body, catching hold of the elf's waist before he could collapse in a heap. The seneschal firmly, but gently, guided his lover back down to lie beside him, wrapping his arms possessively around the limp form.
" Amin mella lle...amin mella lle, Glorfindel... Oh! amin mella lle..."
The young elf kept repeating those words, like a mantra, as he clung to the golden Lord with what little strengh he had left in his body. Each declaration washed over the hardened warrior, immersing him in a glowing pool of happiness.
" Amin mella lle, Melpomaen." He said, softly.
Then he bent his head down and took his lover's mouth in a tender kiss, reveling in the taste of their mingled completion.
TBC...