Title & Chapter Number: Secret Liaison With My Lord 1/1 [Series: Love and Nobility 3]
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Tortured Scribes
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The Elves belong to Tolkien, much to my dismay. I make no profit from this work and it is written for my own amusement.
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Alex
Cast: Rúmil/Thranduil
Timeline: AU - Pre Lord of the Rings after Sweet Desire For My Lord
Spoilers: Some references to previous installments.
Summary: Rúmil is bitter and bored because Haldir and Orophin left him behind. Can Thranduil provide him with some excitement?
Notes: I'm very inspired by Runedancer who's Unspoken Arc is just fabulous. Trying to find some different pairings that haven't been explored before. For Alex who is the greatest beta a writer could ask for.
Rúmil was bored.
Standing in a talan, day after day, guarding the Northern most reaches of his realm was not the most exciting job in the world.
Rúmil was also bitter.
His brothers had deserted him. Somehow, Haldir had managed to get Lord Celeborn to agree to send him to Imladris as part of an `exchange' program. Everyone knew that it was just a scheme concocted by him and his lover, Erestor, so they could spend some time together. Rúmil didn't begrudge Haldir that, but he was fairly livid that his younger brother, Orophin, got to go too. Why couldn't Haldir have at least arranged for him to go as well? Why had he been left behind to the boring task of standing guard? Rúmil didn't have any answers, but he was fairly sure he was going to give his snotty older brother a piece of his mind when Haldir finally returned from Imladris.
~*~*~*~
Thranduil sat on a nearby branch, saddlebag thrown over his broad shoulder, peering curiously at the warden on the talan. He had been surprised when his small party had passed beneath the boughs of the first trees at the edge of the woods and no one came forth to greet them. Sending his guards onward despite their protests, Thranduil had stayed behind to investigate the matter.
He continued to watch the grey-clad warden as he paced the length of the wooden platform muttering and snorting to himself. Obviously, something other than guarding his border was on the Lórien Elf's mind. Thranduil took a moment to appreciate the long, lean form of the Elf; toned legs encased in dark grey leggings and soft suede boots that rose to mid-calf. His upper body was hidden beneath the loose folds of a long outer tunic, but the skin-tight black inner tunic was molded to arms that bulged with muscles. Long silver hair flowed loosely down his back around the quiver of arrows resting there as he paced with the lithe grace of a cat.
Rúmil was calling Haldir just about every filthy word he knew in the common tongue. It had always amused his brother that while he couldn't hold a conversation in Westron, he could swear like the basest human. He never saw the very tall, golden-hair King of Mirkwood walk along the branch that ran over the talan as part of the leafy canopy. Never heard him as he dropped lightly to the platform, setting his saddlebag quietly on the wooden floor. He only became aware of him when he walked right into firm, warm body of the other Elf.
Thranduil resisted the urge to laugh out loud at the startled squeak that erupted from the Lórien Elf's full lips. He settled on a smile instead that light up his beautiful face and managed to strike the younger Elf dumbstruck.
Rúmil was shocked into silence by the presence of the other Elf, not just any Elf, but the King of Mirkwood. Ever since the first time he had caught a glimpse of the King during one of his infrequent diplomatic visits, he had thought Thranduil was the handsomest Elf in all of Middle-earth and had long nursed a secret crush. Now face-to-face with the older Elf, he could do little more than stare in awe at his male beauty. A small part of him questioned how Thranduil had managed to get the drop on him, but the rest of his lust infused brain ignored the tiny voice of conscious.
The Mirkwood Elf watched in amusement, as his Elfling looked his fill, he paused at the thought of this warden being `his Elfling'. One, though young, the Lórien Elf was well past the age of majority and two; Thranduil realized in that moment that he wanted him. The King always took great care with his appearance and even days on the back of a horse had not changed that. He had bathed in the Nimrodel to wash the stain and sweat of travel from his body and changed into a rich, velvet set of forest green leggings with matching over tunic and suede boots. The tunic was embroidered with golden thread along the neckline with tiny leaves. His inner tunic was a rich gold made from the finest Mirkwood Spider silk and hugged his muscular frame. A crown of dark green holly leaves with tiny vibrant red berries encircled his brow, a nice contract against his long golden hair. He knew he looked good and this Elf's reaction proved it.
Rúmil suddenly snapped back to reality. "My lord," he murmured, as he bowed his head and placed his hand over his heart in a proper greeting. "Forgive me. I did not… see you approach." He was grateful for the long flowing tunic as it hid his arousal, which would have been quite evident without it.
Thranduil continued to smile as he returned the greeting. "You did seem a bit distracted. Lucky for you, I was not an Orc or that over-bearing Guardian that leads you. What is your name, young warden?"
Rúmil scowled at the mention of Haldir. "I am Rúmil, younger brother of Haldir. My brother is not in Lórien at this time, my lord."
One golden brow lifted delicately. "So you are all alone here? Curious that relief was not sent to aid you."
Rúmil shuffled his feet. "My brother forgot to order replacements for himself and my other brother, Orophin, in his excitement over his departure. I will have to wait until I am declared overdue before relief will come, it should only be another day or two."
Thranduil made a mental note to send Haldir a bottle of his best wine for laying such a lovely opportunity at his feet. "Well, then I will have to stay and help you defend your post."
Rúmil was scandalized; he did not dare allow the King of Mirkwood to stand guard like a common warden. Lord Celeborn would have his head on a platter were he to agree to such a thing. "Nay, my lord. I cannot allow you to do such a thing, it is beneath one of your status."
"Nonsense," Thranduil replied with a snort. "I am not a pampered noble content to sit on a throne, I often take to the Fences of my own kingdom." He fingered the fine cloth of his tunic and grinned. "Though I must admit that I am a bit overdressed for the job. Give me a moment to change."
Rúmil swallowed hard and looked quickly away. The thought of this golden Elf undressing in his presence sent a thrill through him. He scanned the horizon beyond the treeline, not even realizing that he was toying nervously with his own tunic. He could here the rustling of cloth and had to restrain himself from taking a peek.
Thranduil removed his tunics and folded them neatly at set them next to the saddlebag, which he moved next to the pile of furs near the center of the talan. He took off his boots leaving only his leggings on. He watched Rúmil fidget and made up his mind. "Come here, Rúmil."
Rúmil spun around wide-eyed at the sultry command. "M-m-my lord?"
Thranduil said nothing, but simply extended his hand.
Rúmil moved forward as if in a dream until his own cold hand slipped into Thranduil's warm one. The next thing he knew, he was pulled against the Elven-king. The golden head dipped towards his and Rúmil closed his eyes as firm lips pressed against his own. He had fantasized about being kissed by the Mirkwood Elf, but his mental fumbling could not compare to the actual sensations bombarding him.
His tongue is like velvet. This was the only thought that penetrated Thranduil's lust filled mind. He broke the kiss that left both of them breathless and reached up to stroke the side of Rúmil's face. "Undress, Rúmil."
Rúmil was so used to following the commands of his elders that he was halfway undressed before he realized what he was doing. The sight of Thranduil removing his britches chased any other coherent thoughts away.
Thranduil dropped to the pile of furs in one gracefully movement and beckoned the now naked Rúmil to join him.
Rúmil settled on his back and looked up at the Elf King. He was still in awe that this was happening and that irritating little voice was back, not only reminding him of his duties to guard the fence but also telling him that the King was using him. This liaison would mean nothing to the older Elf.
Thranduil for his part was allowing a hand to drift over the warm, supple flesh covering Rúmil's firm chest and trying to think of a way to steal this delectable morsel away from Celeborn. "You are beautiful, young one,' he murmured before leaning down to tease one tiny bud erect with his tongue.
Rúmil hissed at the contact with his nipple and arched up toward the golden-haired King. His hand reaching up to tangle amid Thranduil's golden locks. He groaned aloud as he felt a warm slick hand enclose his erection. Where or when Thranduil had found oil and managed to coat his hand with it were beyond his comprehension.
Thranduil stoked the younger Elf expertly careful not to bring him over the edge as he nipped and licked at his chest. Soon, Rúmil was bucking beneath him and the Mirkwood Elf released him, knowing that to continue to touch him would cause him to reach his peak; Thranduil wasn't ready to let that happen yet. Oil slick fingers drifted down to the tight entrance between the Lórien Elf's full globes.
"Please!" Rúmil begged as he felt a slick finger slip inside him, probing deeper and deeper. He was no blushing virgin and knew the pleasure that was to follow. His vision wavered as shocks of pleasure tore through him causing him to arch up and groan.
Thranduil slipped a second finger into his lover stretching him further. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat and shaking with need by this point. The mewling whimpers issuing from Rúmil was undoing him. He could wait no longer, removing his fingers; he started to move to his knees, but was stopped by Rúmil's cry to hold.
Rúmil wanted to please Thranduil, wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted. He pushed the Elf King down onto his back and straddled his hips. Looking down into teal eyes, dark with lust and passion, Rúmil whispered, "Let me ride you, my king. Let me give you pleasure."
Thranduil hissed and nodded, unable to speak.
Slowly, inch-by-inch Rúmil lowered himself until he was filled to the hilt. Resting his palms on either side of Thranduil's golden head, he began to move in a slow rhythm.
Groans were ripped from Thranduil as his wicked lover tormented him. He wanted to ride the younger Elf hard and fast, but Rúmil was content to prolong the experience. Flexing his hips to urge the Lórien Elf to pick up the pace, Thranduil reached out and began to stroke Rúmil's shaft with his oiled hand.
Rúmil was relented and began to ride Thranduil in earnest. He could feel the telltale tightening that signaled he was close. "My liege," he managed to gasp.
"Spill your seed for me, my pretty," Thranduil said breathlessly as he cupped the head of Rúmil's shaft with his other hand. He was so close and knew that Rúmil's orgasm would finish him.
Twin cries of pleasure, one after another filled the silent forest air as both Elves reached their peaks.
~*~*~*~
Rúmil stood beneath the waterfall and let the icy water cascade over him as he watched Thranduil float nearby. He felt himself stir and moved towards the golden body glistening in the sunlight.
Thranduil felt the small ripples of waves hit his body and regained his feet as Rúmil reached his side. He smiled and reached out to tuck a wet lock behind a pointed ear. "You please me, Rúmil. Can I not convince you to place yourself in my service?"
Rúmil smiled and moved towards a boulder in the center of the river. "Nay, my lord. You offer is tempting but my place is here. Lórien is my home."
Thranduil pressed against his lover's back, wrapping his arms around him. He learned forward and nipped the tip of Rúmil's ear then licked it to soothe the sting.
Rúmil shuddered and hardened as warm breathe flutter across his ear.
"Are you sure, my lovely one? I think I could get rather used to your service."
There was no mistaking the sexual connotations of Thranduil's words. Rúmil smiled wickedly. He would service Thranduil but not in the way the Elf-king expected. He slipped swiftly from the Mirkwood Elf's embrace and traded positions before the king could protest. Thranduil know stood in the shelter of his arms, leaning forward Rúmil bit him on the shoulder. "I will service you, my lord."
Thranduil was alarmed by the change in the docile manner of the Lórien Elf. Did he dare think to dominate him? The answer to his mental question came as a finger pressed against his virgin entrance, for the Elf King had never submitted to another. "Nay, Rúmil, tis who do the taking." Before more could be said, he was pushed against the boulder and held by a strong hand to his back. Thranduil was outraged and very aroused, for none had ever dared treat him in such a manner before.
"You are not king here, my lord," Rúmil purred. "You are not my lord and master. You are a honored guest and I am only seeing to your pleasure." He pressed deep looking for the tiny nub that would send bolts of pleasure-pain through his lover. Continuing to kiss along Thranduil's spine, Rúmil smiled as the burst of outrage from the king turned into a cry of pure pleasure.
Thranduil had never experienced anything like what he was at this moment. The pressure and pain along with the intense pleasure combined to create an erotic sensation that no words could describe. Part of him like being forced to play the submissive but his pride rebelled and he struggled to free himself.
Rúmil prepared Thranduil with his fingers, pumping first one, then two, and finally, three inside the furious Elf. Yet, he was mindful of the moans and groans that emanated in between curses that made Rúmil blush, as he brushed Thranduil's sweet spot. He would probably pay dearly for his treatment of the Elven King, but the warden didn't care. He would take this noble and enjoy every minute of it.
Thranduil groaned as the long lean fingers were slipped from him and something much larger to slid slowly into him. The pressure was intense but he had the presence of mind to try and relax.
"By the Valar, you are so tight," Rúmil hissed as he seated himself to the hilt. He leaned against the broad back of the king, moving a free hand around to fist the Mirkwood Elf's erection. Despite his complaints, Thranduil was fully aroused. Rúmil began to a hard fast rhythm, stroking the King just as quickly. He wanted to make sure Thranduil never forgot this experience.
Thranduil found himself pressing back against the younger Elf as stroke after stroke touched the sensitive nub deep inside of him. It didn't take long for him to become completely undone by the expert attention given to him by Rúmil.
Rúmil smiled as he heard Thranduil yell to the heavens and felt him shudder beneath him. He continued to pound faster and faster into the tight sheaf until he too reached his peak.
~*~*~*~
Celeborn raised a brow as he noticed the slight wince at Thranduil sat at the table. He really wasn't buying his story that he `fell' from a tree branch and bruised his tailbone. The Lórien Lord hadn't missed the lustful looks between the visiting king and his warden, Rúmil. Celeborn decided that Thranduil had met his match and learned first hand why the Lórien border guards were the best in all of Elvendom.
The End
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