Title & Chapter Number: Blame the Wine 1/1
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Of Elves and Men
Fandom: Middle Earth
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These are not my characters and i do not profit from their use.
Special Warnings: Slash
Betas: Mayetra
Cast: Lord Celeborn and King Thranduil
Timeline: April 6-7, 3019 in the Third Age
Spoilers: None
Summary: On April 6, 3019, according to Tolkien, Lord Celeborn and Thranduil met in the forest of Mirkwood and renamed it Eryn Lasgalen or the Wood of Green Leaves. This is what I think transpired.
Notes: May, as usual, is responsible. She sent me to look for the lovely King Of Mirkwood. I found him and he's glorious!
T. A. 3019
Mirkwood
Celeborn was hot, tired and dirty. But it was done. The One Ring was no more. They were free, free from the threat of Sauron, free to leave Middle Earth, free to leave their homes.
He heard someone else on horseback.
"Who goes there?" He said as a huge black horse came thundering into the clearing, King Thranduil in his royal blue with his golden hair flying behind him. Celeborn reined his horse in and spoke gently to calm him.
Thranduil! Well, this was Mirkwood, so he shouldn't be surprised.
Thranduil looked at the silver elflord upon his silver stallion, in burgundy and silver armor. Lord Celeborn. He spoke to his huge black beast and the horse reared up on its hind legs and snorted. But it stopped.
"Good evening, my Lord Celeborn. It is a good day to be abroad, is it not?"
Celeborn thought if an elf in Middle Earth was handsomer than Thranduil of Mirkwood, he had not yet met him. He had long golden hair that hung to his waist. His braids were wound into a small mithril circlet that graced his perfect brow. His eyes were the same midnight blue as those of his son, Legolas, a hero of the War and friend of Aragorn.
When Thranduil jumped down from his steed, he was taller by a few inches than Celeborn, his lithe body as graceful as a swan's.
"It is," Celeborn agreed as he dismounted his own horse. He took a flask of water and drank a long swallow and offered it to the elfking.
Thranduil smiled and took the flask, thinking what a regal elf Celeborn was. He was tired and had hoped to make it home tonight, but it was going to be dark soon. He would just camp here. He had food and wine in his pack. Perhaps he would even invite Lord Celeborn to join him. Maybe the other elf had something to eat too.
"I think I shall camp here in this glade tonight, Celeborn. Would you care to share a fire with me?"
Celeborn thought that sounded like an excellent idea.
They gathered a bit of wood and made a warm fire, both of them then divesting themselves of armor and all manner of regal splendor that they wore including Thranduil's kingly circlet. Both were much more comfortable in their leggings and tunics, though Thranduil was still dressed like a king in a deep blue velvet tunic while Celeborn's was a simple dove grey.
Celeborn had dried fruit from Elrond's orchards, lembas and a couple of bottles of wine from a tiny little vineyard out near the edge of Lothlorien. Thranduil had dried meat, and a bottle of wine that his own vintner made especially for him. Not a feast by any standards, it was enough and would seem more when shared.
The food was soon consumed by the hungry elves. That left the warm fire and the rest of the wine. The two elves began to talk as more of the wine loosened their tongues.
"Are you leaving Middle Earth soon?" Thranduil asked as he passed the bottle of his own wine to the other elf.
"No. I … I don't want to go. I love my wife, but I love Middle Earth. I love the lands we have forged. I love my grandsons, my granddaughter. They have chosen to live the short lives of men," a pained expression briefly showed in Celeborn's normally serene countenance, "and I shall stay until they are no longer living. My Lady will be waiting for me, they will not."
"I shall stay too. My son, Legolas, seems happier to spend his days with men and dwarves than with me." He paused and laughed an almost bitter laugh. "Dwarves, mind you!"
Celeborn handed him the bottle back. He felt warm. He unfastened his tunic only to look up into deep blue eyes watching him. "It is warm out here."
The next time Celeborn looked up, Thranduil was sitting close beside him, hand reaching out to touch his chest as he slipped the tunic off his shoulders. "Let me help you." Warm fingers touched his nipples almost as if in passing.
Celeborn reached down to Thranduil's other hand for the wine bottle. Thranduil looked at it sadly and said, "I wanted some more but it's empty." He even turned it upside down to show Celeborn.
Celeborn suddenly remembered that he too had wine. He opened his pack and looked inside. Why was there just one bottle? Oh, now he remembered, they drank the other one with dinner. Maybe that's why he was warm, that and Thranduil's tongue on his chest. He looked down as the other elf began to flick his tongue slowly over a nipple.
He lay the unopened wine bottle down beside his pack and reached for Thranduil's golden hair. He threaded his fingers through the loose strands. It was like silk in his fingers.
Thranduil thought he had never tasted skin that tasted as good as this. Celeborn tasted of salt and sweat and something else… perhaps it was just his taste. Thranduil liked it. He looked up. Celeborn watched him. He kissed him. Lips touching lips, tasting the sweet Mirkwood wine, tasting fruit, tasting need and hunger as he slipped his tongue into Celeborn's warm, welcoming mouth. Hands snaked up around his shoulders, pulling him closer, pulling him down into the soft grass.
They kissed until Celeborn thought he had forgotten how to breathe. Or maybe Thranduil was stealing his breath with his kisses. In any event, he want to kiss more than he wanted to breathe, so the pause for air was short. He wanted skin touching his skin, but he was as awkward as a boy when he tried to undress Thranduil. Finally, he just jerked the royal blue velvet open, little fasteners flying off in every direction. His reward was smooth skin touching his own.
Celeborn found he needed more, more skin, more kisses, just more. He pushed his hips up against Thranduil. Until he felt the other elf's erection, he hadn't even realized how hard he was himself. His hands slid up under Thranduil's leggings, touching more smooth skin. For a long moment, he just enjoyed the feel of Thranduil's ass under his palms, and then, he suddenly jerked the hips hard down against his own while arching up to meet them.
Thranduil had not meant to groan. Elf Kings did not groan or roll around in the grass, for that matter. He must really be drunk. He knew he wanted to feel more of Celeborn, wanted to be naked with him. He rolled off of the Lorien elf and sat beside him. He reached for the lacings on Celeborn's leggings, making sure to caress the hard bulge in the leggings while he freed it from its confines. He sighed as he took the silky smooth length into his hand. Celeborn was truly beautiful all over.
Celeborn lifted his hips and slid his leggings down. He reveled in the naked lust in Thranduil's eyes as the king looked at him. He'd never felt so wanton as he did laying here in the soft leaves and grass. He licked his lower lip as he looked into the other elf's eyes, inviting more than a touch. Thranduil jerked his leggings all the way off quickly, feasting his eyes on long legs that opened to give him a perfect look at all Celeborn was offering.
Thranduil shed his own leggings hastily and lay down on the forest bed beside Celeborn.
"We are drunk. You know this, do you not?" He whispered into Celeborn's ear just before he sucked the sip into his mouth at the same time he slipped his finger inside the Lorien elflord's mouth. Celeborn sucked it, wrapping his tongue around it as if it were a cock. Thranduil gasped and withdrew it a second later but did not relinquish Celeborn's ear.
"That excuse works as well as any." Celeborn moaned as the other elf gently bit his ear as he sucked it. It was always amazing how he could feel any touch to his ear all the way down into his achy, hard penis.
The King of Mirkwood pressed himself against Celeborn's hip, his precome making a slick, wet spot. Celeborn rolled over so they were facing each other, then they were kissing again, hands exploring furiously, hips grinding against one another.
"Do you speak the common tongue?" Thranduil asked between breathless kisses.
A confused Celeborn answered, "Yes."
"Do you know their word for joining?"
"I- not a nice one- no."
Celeborn was still confused until Thranduil put his mouth close to his ear and said, "I want to fuck you, my Lord." At first, he didn't know if he liked it or not, then the other elf began to tell him what else he wanted to do to him in crude human words. He felt the words burn into him, eliciting the response that Thranduil was looking for.
"So do it," Celeborn ground out as Thranduil put his hand between them and rubbed the underside of his cock with his open palm. Celeborn rolled his hips forward as he once again kissed Thranduil, wondering how he ever imagined he had enjoyed kissing before this.
"We have time. There are many tastes and textures to explore before I fuck you through the ground." His words made Celeborn shiver. Thranduil was doing a bit of shivering himself. The silver-haired elf was all passion and need, something that he had not really expected. He wanted to lick the silky cock of the other elf and taste his salty precome. He wanted to spread the other elf's semen all over his ass and fuck him using his own seed for lubrication. He told Celeborn these things between kisses and nibbles.
Then the golden-haired elf began a journey down the long, lean body, kissing and running his hands over hard muscle and soft skin. Celeborn put one hand in Thranduil's hair, tangling his fingers in the silken mass, while his other hand gripped the grass carpet beneath him. The golden elf licked his chest, running the wet tip of his tongue over tiny male nipples until they pebbled and Celeborn cried out.
Thranduil grabbed the hand that gripped the earth and lifted it over Celeborn's head, pinning it to the ground there as his tongue explored the tender skin of the elflord's armpit. Celeborn thrashed around underneath him, completely undone by Thranduil's tongue. Thranduil knew the other elf was at the end of his endurance. He was almost at the end of his too.
Celeborn closed his eyes as wet heat closed over the aching head of his penis. The last view he had was of a golden head moving down his body. He hissed and arched into Thranduil's mouth. One of the Mirkwood king's hands closed around him too, running up and down him, sliding skin over raw nerves. Celeborn's now free hand joined the first one to tangle itself in the blond cascade that hung down over his thighs. That wicked tongue of Thranduil's was doing things to him that were making thought harder and harder. When sharp white teeth grazed the little vee beneath his head, he gasped as his entire existence narrowed to the column of flesh that Thranduil was expertly manipulating.
The elf king did not swallow Celeborn's semen, gathering the thick liquid in his hand as best he could instead. He watched his lover come with the last tiny shreds of control that he had left. In a graceful movement, he rose up and moved between Celeborn's long pale legs, legs he lifted up over his shoulders. He wet his fingers with the semen in his cupped hand and slipped one against the Lorien elf's tight, puckered opening. After wetting the entrance, he dipped one finger inside and shivered as the tunnel closed back tight around him. Soon he would be sheathed to the hilt in that tight channel.
"Take me now, Thranduil. I fear my spirit may leave my body if you do not anchor it here with yours."
Thranduil grinned down at him. "You are still drunk, my love."
"Fuck me," Celeborn croaked out as Thranduil slipped his finger out and pressed his cock inside Celeborn's semen slicked anus in its place. He pushed himself deep and hard, not pausing until his balls rested against Celeborn's ass..
"Like this?" Thranduil began to slide slowly in and out of Celeborn, lowering the other elf's legs to wrap around his waist.
"Harder," Celeborn said, a challenging edge in his voice as he reached down between to touch himself. Thranduil shifted positions, grabbing Celeborn's legs and pushing them up against his chest as he braced himself with his hands on the ground on either side of Celeborn. He slammed into him, forcing a grunt from Celeborn.
"Better?" Thranduil finally asked as drops of sweat dripped from his face down onto Celeborn's chest. Celeborn's hands touched his chest, grasped his hips.
"Yes, though the ground is quite hard." He managed to say in between moans.
Thranduil leaned down and kissed him, then smiled and said, "Shall I stop then?"
"Never."
Neither of them said anything for a long time, no real words anyway. Sighs, moans and grunts were the only sounds as Thranduil moved, thrusting with long, deep strokes. Celeborn's hands petted and soothed and grabbed finally, holding tight to Thranduil's upper arms as he gasped, and with a final hard movement, came, throbbing and filling Celeborn with warm semen. Celeborn arched up against him and delivered his own seed between them, crying out the other elf's name.
They lay beside the fire, both quiet as Celeborn's head lay on Thranduil's shoulder. Celeborn reached up and touched the elfking's golden hair, winding a lock around his finger. He found himself kissing Thranduil's cheek. His hand abandoned the lock of hair and slipped down a flat belly to the only other hair to be found on the lean elven body. He ran his fingers through the golden curls and smiled when he looked down and saw that Thranduil was not entirely without interest.
"Mayhap you taste better than Mirkwood wine." Celeborn kissed dark nipples, suckling and nibbling until Thranduil groaned. He smiled when he felt his lover trying to push his head down to the object of his recent attention.
"Try me and find out." Thranduil lifted his hips a bit in encouragement.
Celeborn smiled and kissed the tender skin over his ribs, laughing when the other elf twitched and jerked as his tongue found ticklish spots. He kissed his way down Thranduil's flat belly to his tiny navel, sticking his tongue into the little indention as his hand circled the other elf's erection. He ran his nose through the musky hair around Thranduil's penis, then he used his hand to move the thick shaft as he swirled his tongue around and around it from base to tip, capturing clear dewy drops of pre-come with his tongue.
He paused and looked up at Thranduil. "Yes, you're even better than Mirkwood wine." And he bent his head back to his task, taking the sleek, hard cock as deeply into his mouth as he could fit it. He moved his head up and down, the suction hollowing his cheeks and making little sucking sounds as his head came all the way up each time.
The King of Mirkwood knew the sounds he was making were not very kingly. But then having the Lord of Lothlorien sucking him like a Gondorian whore was not something that happened every day either. Celeborn's mouth felt so good. He couldn't think anymore. He grabbed a handful of long silver hair, pumping himself into Celeborn's mouth, coming in his throat as he cried out his pleasure over and over.
He was surprised when Celeborn motioned for him to turn over. He did, getting on his hands and knees. He didn't expect the wet tongue when Celeborn gently opened him and pressed it against his anus. The tongue did things to his insides that had him panting and begging Celeborn to take him. Celeborn did just seconds later, pressing himself slowly inside until Thranduil impatiently pushed back, taking all of him at once. Both of them grunted as thighs touched and Thranduil felt soft hair tickle his ass. Pleasure claimed them both again, one after the other.
They lay exhausted in front of the fire, Celeborn behind Thranduil with his arm wrapped around him. They talked quietly, pausing now and again for a kiss or quiet touch. They talked about the forest that once gave rise to Sauron's darkness, this Mirkwood, home to Thranduil for long years. They decided to christen it with a new name, this Wood of Green Leaves, this Eryn Lasgalen. To celebrate, they made love again in the moonlight, a gentle, sweet love.
The morning light had them packing and kissing each other goodbye in the cool dawn. They would be the ones who stayed, who watched, who kept the world safe for a little while longer.
~end~
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