" This is all your fault." The younger twin grumbled.
" Now, now, gwenneth.. You know there is naught we can do about it, lest we hinder your recovery." Elladan said, not a little regretfully.
Those words caused his twin to give him such a look, that Elladan was caught between letting loose with peals of laughter and throwing caution to the wind in the arms of his beloved.
They had just been discusing the surprising turn of events that their Ada had related to them earlier. That had led to questions about the Lady Ja-zel.. which led to Erestor's incredible transformation.. which led to the jaw-dropping fact that the somber, humorless advisor was now bonded.. which led to speculation as to how they would go about consummating that bond.. which led to Elladan bringing up the whole subject of joining in general, which led...
Elrohir brought his eyes back down to the end result of their conversation, uttering a long-suffering sigh.
" Are you quite certain that there is nothing we can do?." He pouted.
" Not in the waking world, gwenneth..." Elladan's answer trailed off.
The twins looked at each other, then promptly snuggled back down into the covers, closing their eyes with identical, wicked grins...
In another chamber, two bodies came apart with a last gasp, rolling to lay upon their backs while panting in sated exhaustion.
As he slowly becalmed from the long-denied exertions of joining, Elrond marvelled at how utterly good he felt. Glancing over at Lindir, the Lord saw the same pleasurable state reflected in the white-haired elf's dreamy smile. Sensing eyes upon him, the minstrel turned his own head, locking his sea-green eyes to Elrond's grey ones. They lay like that, looking at each other as their breathing finally returned to normal. Then Lindir's eyes twinkled mischievously.
" Methinks we should have done that a century ago." He winked.
" At least!." The Lord retorted.
Their mouths began to curve into wide grins until, suddently, they were giving full vent to their mirth, laughing in a way that neither had done for a very, very long time...
Melpomaen's hands were curled tightly around the vertical supports for the armrests of the chair he was sprawled in. His hair hung like a banner over the low top of it, his head thrown back as he moaned incoherently. His legs were braced over the shoulders of the Balrog Slayer, whose own hands were gripping the top of the armrests as he took the young elf with long, deep strokes.
Glorfindel, kneeling upon a cushion on the floor, tightened his grip as he drove in ever faster, the sight of Melpomaen's wanton surrender inflaming his senses.
" So tight...so good...aaah, meleth!...so... good.."
Melpomaen uttered a hoarse cry at those words, his own voice past the ability to make words. One of his hands reached over to grasp his own hard need, stroking it to the same quickening rythm of the golden Lord's powerful thrusts. Thrusts that were sending bolts of incredible pleasure all through the young elf's body, as they hit unerringly on the hidden gland inside him.
Their pants and cries finally reached their pinnacle and as Glorfindel watched with hooded eyes, ribbons of pearly essence shot forth from Melpomaen's cock, to land in glistening steaks upon the young elf's stomach and chest. The Balrog Slayer felt his lover tighten compulsively around his own length and the incredible sensation of it caused him to throw his head back with a guttural sound as his release seared through him.
It seemed to take a long time for the two elves to bring their trembling bodies under control. But at last, they managed to make their way into the adjacent bath, were Glorfindel half-supported his love as he gently cleansed them both of the aftermath of their intense joining.
When that was done, the golden-haired Lord carried the nearly insensate Melpomaen to their large, inviting bed. There, he spooned behind his beloved as they drifted into reverie, with sated smiles on their faces...
The campfire had died down to glowing embers. Aragorn sat beside it, the bowl of his after-dinner pipe periodically flaring with it's own glow, as he drew puffs of smoke from it. Across from him, Erestor and Ja-zel sat wrapped in the blankets from her recently retrieved pack, though more for modesty's sake than out of any need to ward off the chill in the evening air. The two waited patiently for the ranger to finish absorbing Ja-zel's account of her first meeting with the twins and the following account of Erestor's life and how it had led to his transformation.
It was quite alot to absorb.
At last, Aragorn lifted his eyes from the remnants of the campfire and looked at the tutor he had often feared as a child.
" My Lord Erestor. This is such an extraordinary tale that I fear I can find no words to properly express what I feel. But for grief, at knowing of the trials you have endured. Tempered by joy, that you have found happiness at long last."
Taking one last puff from his pipe, the ranger ran a hand through his travel-soiled hair, then spoke again.
" I must also admit to a growing sense of shame, my Lord. For I often said some very unkind things about you when you tutored me in my youth."
" No doubt." The advisor snorted.
Aragorn's face broke into a rueful grin and Ja-zel laughed out loud, before addressing him.
" Fear not, Aragorn. For it has been recently pointed out to me that my mate is... How was that again?..."
She glanced at Erestor with an impish grin.
" Ah, yes!. An intractable, coldhearted, self-righteous, unfeeling perfectionist who, apparently, is a horror to live with. And this by his own mouth, no less!."
Aragorn's eyes widened impossibly for a moment, then he threw his head back with a bellowing laugh that was soon chorused by the other two voices.
Erestor then turned to his mate.
" You will pay dearly for that later, beloved." He mock-growled.
" I look forward to it." She purred back.
The ranger shook his head, still not quite knowing what to make of this disconcertingly playful Lord Erestor. He tapped out his pipe onto to the campfire, banking it for the night, then looked back over at the Lyons.
" My Lord, my Lady. As much as I am enjoying this welcomed break from solitary travel, I am afraid I must seek my bedroll. For now that I know my foster-brothers are well, I need to make an early start on the morrow and resume my journey to Lothlorien."
Once again, Erestor looked at his mate and she nodded, in silent agrement.
" If it would please you pen-neth, Ja-zel and I would travel that road with you. It has been many years since I last visited the Golden Wood and I should love to show my Lady it's many wonders. I would gladly carry you upon my back. We could journey there much faster that way."
" Your company would be most welcomed!." Aragorn exclaimed, pleased.
With that setted, the ranger rolled out his bedding for the night. As he did so, Ja-zel came to stand beside him.
" Take a full measure of rest, my friend. Erestor and I will pass the night in our other forms. I assure you that nothing will be able to come anywhere near our campsite, without our being well aware of it."
She then walked back over to her mate, giving him a quick kiss before they both rippled into the change. Aragorn took a last look at the magnificent Lyons, then sank down onto his bedroll, falling into the first deep sleep he had ever allowed himself in all his years of travelling through the wilds.
TBC...