{ I love how the sun in these lands warms the skin, without searing.. }
Ja-zel rolled onto her back, wiggling slightly, before coming to rest limply upon her other side, her tail swishing happily. Erestor growled in amusement, remembering the images she had shared with him of her hot, desert homeland. He leaned down and wrapped his jaws around the muzzle of the Lyoness' head, which had come to rest between his paws. Ja-zel purred her pleasure, placing one of her own paws on her mate's noble brow. They lay like that, delicately nibbling at each other, for a long while. But then their affectionate play began to change to something else, causing their purrs to deepen in tone.
Suddently, Ja-zel nipped him - none too gently - and rolled to her feet, going to stand a few paces away with her back to him. The Lyoness looked over her shoulder at her mate, her dark-honey eyes gleaming ferally as she lifted her tail over one hip, exposing her tempting invitation.
Erestor came to his own feet, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. His nostrils flared as they inhaled the heady aroma of her desire and he hardened in immediate response. Without preamble, the majestic Lyon mounted his mate...
A while later, alarm forced many of the denizens of the plain back into their holes and warrens as the sound of two mighty roars, never before heard in those parts, rent the tranquil mid-day air.
Elrond sat behind his desk, rubbing his aching temples. He had just dismissed the heads of staff, after calling another meeting to update them on the startling new development of Erestor's transformation.
To say they were stunned, would have been an understatement. The cacophony he had been spared the first time around, welled to a nearly intolerable level, as the elves were literally shouting over one another as they voiced their atonishment, concerns and questions. But eventually they quieted and by the time they left the Lord's study, all were smiling their joy at the much-respected advisor's newfound life and love.
Elrond, while most happy for his friend, was himself far from a state of joy. The encounter with Lindir plagued his mind and settled uncomfortably in his loins, adding an uneeded complication in his already-complicated life. He decided, in an unusual fit of pique, that this was all the fault of his newly-mated seneschal and his oddly-mated chief advisor. Obviously, their inconsiderate and rampaging romantic stirrings were having an adverse effect on him. He resolved, then and there, that the best course of action was to simply ignore this uncharacteristic flare of unwanted desire for surely, it would soon dissipate.
Having reached a decision on that course of action, or rather inaction, Elrond took his hands away from his temples and prepared to sort through the stack of documents on his desk. He had successfully immersed himself in his work, when a knock sounded at the door of his study. Elrond absentmindedly called for whoever it was to enter, his eyes not leaving the scroll he was reading.
" Forgive me for disturbing you, my Lord. But I wonder if you might spare me a few moments of your time." A dulcet voice said from the doorway.
At the sound of that voice, Elrond's hands tightened on the scroll and his member tightened beneath his robes. He cast a quick and disbelieving glance down at his lap, before bringing his eyes to the figure that waited for his beckon. With some effort, the Lord of Imladris managed to maintain his usual calm demeanor.
" Off course. Come in Lindir, be seated."
Elrond gestured towards one of the chairs, before lacing his hands securely on top of is desk. Lindir, wearing a tunic that perfectly matched his sea-green eyes and perfectly showcased his lithe form, walked across the room and ignoring the chair, came to stand beside the seated Lord.
" I was wondering, my Lord, if it would be permissible to hold a program of musical entertaiment within the Hall of Fire this evening."
that amazing voice sounded torturously near Elrond's pointy ear as the minstrel bent to place some sheets of music on the desk, forcing the Lord to unclaps his hands to make way.
" These last days have been very unsettling." Lindir continued, his breath tantalizing the side of the Lord's face. " So I thought that a selection of merry tunes would be most appropriate to remind all of the happy outcome. Do these meet with your...approval?."
Lindir's elegant fingers accidentally brushed over the top of one of Elrond's hands as they pointed at the music sheets. The Lord's shaft, which had been gently pulsing in time with every word the minstrel uttered, suddently jolted at the touch. In that particular instant, Elrond would have probably agreed to a selection of dwarven drinking songs, for his mind had verily deserted him. It was with supreme effort that he managed to nod his head as he pretended to study the parchments before him.
" These are quite...fine, Lindir. You have leave to carry on with this splendid idea."
Once again, Lindir accidentaly brushed those long fingers over Elrond's hand as he gathered the music sheets, before walking around to the front of the Lord's desk where he bowed, respectfully.
" Thank you, my Lord. And may I say, that I hope you can grace the Hall of Fire with your presence this evening." And with those words, the minstrel took his leave.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, Lindir's mouth curved in an anticipatory smile...
Inside the study, Elrond leaned back in his chair and looked at the rebellious member tenting his robes. Fighting the nearly overwhelming urge to touch it, The Lord instead mentally adonished the thing, sternly informing it that he would brook no disobedience from any part of his anatomy...
It was a composed and collected Lord of Imladris that knocked on the door to his sons' chambers, a little later in that day. Upon entering, he was delighted to see Elrohir awake and propped upon several fluffly pillows. After checking on the younger twin's wound, Elrond called for a bowl of broth to be brought for Elrohir, as well as more substantial fare for himself and Elladan.
Then the three sable-haired, grey-eyed elves settled down to an amiable lunch, as Elrond began to catch his sons up on all the events they had missed.
TBC...