It made the skin on their faces tingle and as it streamed through their hair, it revived their weary hearts to pounding exhilaration. Beneath them, they could feel the Lyons' powerful bodies fluidly stretching and contracting as the great beasts ran with ever-increasing speed. And with every stride, the awful weight upon the twins' shared fea seemed to crumble to dust that was left to fall in the wake of their passage.
Soon, the brothers found themselves laughing out loud. For in this new weightlessness, the joy that had been buried now sprang free, to once again savor life.
Thus they rode for the remainder of the night, reaching their destination just as Anor's golden rays heralded fully the new day. The Lyons finally came to a stop at the edge of a stone ledge and Elladan and Elrohir could not contain their gasp of wonder at what their eyes beheld. Below, as if cradled within a stone bowl, lay a hidden glenn. A delicate waterfall cascaded into a large, azure pool, before trailing off through a meandering brook. Heavy sheets of Ivy and moss formed intricate patterns upon the high rock walls while in the center, a large expanse of lush green grass lay in cheerful defiance of the autumn season.
As Erestor and Ja-zel prepared to make the descend into this enchanting hideaway, the twins exchanged wide looks across their respective saddles. For to them, the beautiful glenn was a new, yet all-too familiar sight.
Leagues away, Anor shone the day's welcome upon a very different scene...
The elf sprawled atop the silken sheets on the plush bed moaned, his troubled dreams quickly receding as he began to surface from reverie, buoyed upon the crest of a new sensation.
Half-elven eyes opened, to glaze with pleasure at the sight of a luscious mouth enfolding his hardening shaft. Sensual sea-green orbs looked up at him, crowned by a glorious fall of white hair that shone like a nimbus under Anor's early morning light. The soft tip of a pink tongue appeared, then teasingly licked the fleshy treat before it, before delving into the slit at the top. Elrond's hands began to move, but before they could tangle in the minstrel's spun tresses, Lindir fluidly rose from the bed.
The now-hungry gaze of the Lord of Imladris followed the lithe form of his lover, as the elf strode gracefully towards the long divan at the far end of the chamber. Once there, Lindir placed his knees onto the cushioned surface, then leaned down to fold his arms over the back-rest, before pillowing his head upon them. Elrond's eyes smouldered as he took in the enticing sight and his breath hitched when he saw that the mintrel's entrance was already oiled and prepared. Those amazing sea-green eyes peeked back at him over one creamy shoulder, blazing with a fire of their own.
" I want..." The dulcet voice whispered.
With a barely smothered growl, Elrond left the bed and walked slowly, deliberately, towards his awaiting lover, who began to quiver with anticipation at the sight of his Lord's magnificent form. The sable-haired peredhel came to stand behind the other's sumptious offering and his hands reached out to trail in one long caress down Lindir's back. Those hands then rounded on the smooth globes, rubbing them sensually as his lips bent to follow the same path his hands had just taken. Beneath that touch, Lindir's quivering increased, until the heat pooling in his loins could no longer be denied.
" Saes, Elrond... Take me..." The plea came out in one shuddering groan.
Those words drove all else from Elrond's mind and grasping himself with one hand, he steadied Lindir's hip with the other, as he poised his hardness against the tight source of his lover's need. He ran the tip of his cock around the puckered hole, slicking himself with the glistening oil and the minstrel let out a long moan, as the feel of it teased him past all endurance. Then, without warning, Elrond plunged in and Lindir's moan became a ragged sound of pained pleasure.
" Aaaaah!.... Elrond!.... Elrond!..."
The mighty Lord could only groan in response, his eyes closing from the sheer ecstasy wrought by the tight heat encasing him. By incredible will, he forced himself to still and allow Lindir's passage the time needed to adjust to his invasion and for the next few moments, all that could be heard was the sound of their panting. Until the minstrel, almost brusquely, pushed himself backwards.
" By the Valar, my Lord... Move!."
Elrond could not help but grin, as he secured his hold on the slighter elf's hips.
" As you command, melethron..." He answered, his voice deepened by desire.
He then began to set a steady, but forceful pace that fully impaled his lover, while unerringly hitting the other's hidden gland. Every stroke wrought a moan of ecstasy from the minstrel, whose body rocked under the welcomed assault. And each moan was echoed by Elrond's throat, as his own pleasure spiraled in a powerful whirlwind.
The chamber and all in it receded to the farthest corners of his sight, leaving only he and Lindir and the point at which their bodies were joining. In and out, his cock pistoned ever-faster. In and out, as he watched his lover's entrance take the whole of him. And then, he became aware that lindir's hand was matching his rythm, as the minstrel stroked his own hardness to completion. That knowledge heated his half-elven blood to molten lava and Elrond gave himself fully over to his need, now pounding into his lover, that they may both reach the peak at the same time.
And so they did...
Sable hair and white tousled as both elves threw their heads back with a final cry, their pearly essense jetting forth from their bodies with delicious power. Nothing else mattered in that moment, when all the veneers of rank and station were swept away by the tidal wave of that most primal of forces. And it was good.
So...very...good...
When it was over, the two somehow managed to gently disengage from one another before collapsing down into the cushions of the long divan, where their bodies instinctively entwined once more in sated embrace. Elrond placed a soft kiss atop Lindir's tumbled hair.
" Hannon lle, melethron." He whispered.
" It was my pleasure, Elrond." The minstrel answered, cheekily.
Then he snuggled into his Lord's arms with a contented sigh...
TBC...