Title & Chapter Number: Razor's Edge Trilogy 1: One Sweet Memory 2/2
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Warnings: Slash
Betas: Silvara, the most patient beta in existence...
Cast: Elrond/Thranduil
Timeline: Fall of 3021
Spoilers: None
Summary: Elrond sets sail with the Ringbearers, leaving Thranduil behind in Middle-Earth.
Notes: This follows the "One Step Closer" trilogy. This trilogy will answer all the questions and more. ^^ There is a companion trilogy staring Haldir and Celeborn, since they made an appearance in "One Step Closer" and in "Razor's Edge." I will be posting "Before The Dawn" sometime next week, after all four parts of this trilogy have been released. I hope everyone likes the finale!
Shores of Valinor - January 16th, 126 of the Fourth Age
The party of Elves stepped from the ship and onto the dock, greeted by
a host of Elves from the city. Legolas ran up to Thranduil, his eyes
bright and content, a smile making his face light up. "Ada!"Thranduil wrapped his arms around his son, an entity in his life he
had missed for almost two centuries. "Ion... how I have missed you!""I have missed you, Ada," the younger Elf whispered, his voice filled
with restrained tears.The King held his youngest son away from him, an angry look on his
face. "You left, Legolas, without even telling me goodbye! That was
very unfair of you!"Legolas hung his head slightly. "You were in Imladris, I did not wish
to go back to the valley and thought it would just be easier on
everyone if I sailed without informing anyone.""It wasn't easier, pen-neth. Wasn't easier at all." Thranduil
embraced his son once more, then turned to his two older children,
receiving their welcome with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. Melpomaen
walked up behind his Lord and laughed."This is the most animated Lord Thranduil has been in years!" Rumil
nodded his agreement with his lover, but then was pulled away to be
greeted by the Lady Galadriel and other Galadhrim he had known while
in the service of the Golden Wood.Slowly, but with much happiness and many joyful tears, the last Elves
of Middle-Earth left the shores and ventured into the main city. Each
companion bid the other a brief farewell, promising to meet up with
one another once they had settled into their new lives in Valinor.
Standing by the dock still, though, was the lonely figure of King
Thranduil. He was welcomed as a royal, but he felt out of place now
that he had no realm to rule. He had no idea what his life in this
place was to be like, but he did know that Elrond did not want to be a
part of it.The Peredhel had not come to greet him like the rest of his family and
loved ones had. Even his father, who he had not expected to see, had
been there to welcome him home. Orophor had looked wonderful, his
spirit much improved since his time as the King of the Great
Greenwood. Thranduil longed for the time he and his father would have
to recount all Orophor had missed after his demise at Dagorlad. But,
the one he had hoped to see, the one who he had prayed would forgive
him, had not been there.The gentle lapping of the waves against the docks and the quiet cry of
gulls above gave him some comfort. Thranduil started when a hand came
to rest on his shoulder. He turned and came face to face with the oak
leaf green eyes of his father."Adar."
"Thranduil, I know there is something troubling you." Orophor had the
amazing insight, Thranduil thought, to know exactly when his son was
emotionally unbalanced in some way. "It is Elrond Half-Elven, isn't
it?" The slight sharp edge of Orophor's tone caused Thranduil to
sigh. Was it ever going to be over?"Don't worry, Adar, Elrond left me long ago. I just hoped..."
Orophor took his son's face in his hands, like he had when Thranduil
was but an Elfling, and looked deep into his eyes. That was how the
mighty King always knew if Thranduil was lying about something naughty
he had done. "You betrayed him, didn't you, ion?"A light blush crept over Thranduil's pale cheeks. "Aye, Ada. I did."
"I thought I taught you better than that, pen-neth." Orophor smiled
when the endearment left his lips. Thranduil was far from being a
young Elf any longer. But, he was still stuck in the past,
remembering a son so much more innocent, so much softer and full of
life and laughter. This closed-off, quiet Thranduil irked Orophor."You did, Ada. I was wrong, but I was too full of pride to admit it
to him. He left Middle-Earth before I could make ammends."Orophor pulled his son into a tight embrace, relishing in the feel of
having his pride and joy in his arms once more. "It is never too late
to be forgiven, ion. Never too late."Thranduil snaked his arms around the broad body of his father,
stinging tears softly slipping down his cheeks. How he had missed his
father and the wisdom the elder Elf had always freely given.*****
Orophor led Thranduil to the home he had procured for the King. As a
Lord of one of the Elven Realms in Middle-Earth, they were afforded
larger, more elaborate homes. This one was no exception. Orophor
opened the gate at the end of the lawn and motioned his son through.
Before Thranduil knew it, though, his father had closed the gate and
smiled at him."Come to my home around sunset and have dinner with your family. I
would love to have my son and my grandson together with me this night.
But, I need to be on my way, you have a guest." Orophor smiled
knowingly and let out a small chuckle at Thranduil's confusion. "Go
on, ion, I will still be here when you have settled in."Thranduil watched the golden head of his father stroll down the
tightly packed dirt path, leading up the hill and out of his sight.
He sighed and turned to go up the walkway to his own home, thinking it
was much too large for just himself.From the outside, he could tell it was a sprawling two-story building
with many windows and balconies, perfect for an Elf who had spent long
years in a cavern but who loved the fresh breezes and warm sunlight he
so missed from when his father ruled a great Elven city in the trees
of Greenwood. He noticed, though, that those windows and doors were
thrown open to the light, salt-smelling air of the early afternoon.
He dismissed it, though, figuring his father had simply decided the
home needed to be aired out before Thranduil took up residence.As the Elf got closer to the front of his new home, though, he saw
that he did indeed have a guest. He was a tall, slender, dark-haired
figure wearing rust colored leggings, a shimmering gold shirt with a
loose fitting crimson tunic accented with more gold.The colors of Imladris.
Thranduil stopped a few feet away from that figure who stood on the
uppermost step of his home, smiling serenely in the way only the Elf-
lord could. Grey eyes filled with soft, unnamable emotions regarded
the shocked jade gaze in front of him."Welcome home, my Lord. I hope I have not overstepped my bounds by
coming here to open your new home up and set out a small mid-day meal
for you." Elrond's deep baritone flitted to Thranduil, who shivered
ever so slightly.Thranduil found his ability to speak lacking, opening his mouth and
finding only unintelligable sounds tumbling from his lips. He
stopped, closed his eyes for a moment and cleared his throat and tried
once again. Opening his eyes with more confidence this time, he said,
"No, my Lord, not overstepping at all. I thank you for your
thoughtfulness."Elrond chuckled, lowering his eyes and willing his speeding heart to
slow. He stepped lightly down to stand before his old lover. He took
Thranduil by the shoulders, squeezing lightly. "It's good to see you,
Heruamin. You must be famished from the trip. Go in, eat and rest
for the afternoon. I will seek you out in a few days time, after you
have settled into this new life."Thranduil was still struggling to master his power of speech once
more, but before he could, Elrond gave one last squeeze to his
shoulders and walked off down the path to the main road.~*~*~*~
True to his word, Elrond did seek out the blond Elf a week later.
Thranduil had been reclinging in one the chairs on the main patio in
front of his home, his eyes closed, relaxing in the early morning
sunlight. He felt a peace here that he had never known. There were
no subjects to appease or worry about, there was no evil slowly
devouring his precious wood or his heart, there was nothing but the
soft sound of the surf and the heart-warming presence of his family.
He was happy.When he saw the lone Elf making his way up to him, his heart lept in
his chest. Elrond had been the foremost thought in the King's mind
the past seven days. Since arriving, he was very aware of Elrond's
presence. That dim warmth that had plagued him in Middle-Earth was
now a low-burning blaze, which would ignite into a wildfire if given
the chance. He could feel the concern and gentle care in his lover's
mind for him, but the Peredhel was careful to guard his thoughts from
him. He repaid the gesture, allowing Elrond to know of his love and
guilt, but not permitting him the intimacy of his thoughts."'Quel amrun, Heruamin," was the gentle greeting Elrond bestowed upon
Thranduil.The Elf decided he needed to take some initiative and motioned for
Elrond to join him in watching the sky and the scenery. As his
beloved took his seat, Thranduil greeted him with an even more
familiar endearment. "'Quel amrun, yaaraer," he said with a chuckle.A raised eyebrow and that serene smile was the Half-Elf's response.
They sat in silence for some time, the sun slowly making her ascent
into the clear blue of the sky. Finally, Elrond spoke. The hushed,
lyrical tones always brought to mind happier times for Thranduil."We must talk, meldir."
"Yes, we must."
"You should not have run from me, you know." Elrond sighed, a slight
wince showing in his features as he remembered the long-ago pain. "I
would have come back to you, we could have made ammends before now."Thranduil shook his head. "No, I don't think we would have. I was
angry, lirimaer. More at myself than with you. Bilbo had made me see
that Legolas was the wise choice, the only choice you had. But, I
refused to allow you that, my pride forced me to punish you for a
crime you had not committed."Elrond reached over and took Thranduil's hand in his own, a flood of
pure pleasure coursing through both of them at the contact. How he
had missed his love, how he had longed to run his fingers through the
golden silk of Thranduil's hair once more. His bed and his life had
been cold and lonely since Thranduil's departure from Imladris a
lifetime ago."I can offer you no excuse for laying with Melpomaen. It was simply
something idiotic I did. I made matters worse when I allowed him to
become my lover in your absence." Thranduil turned his fierce gaze on
Elrond. "I love you, Elrond. I always have." He laughed slightly,
realizing that they had had a similar conversation one cold winter
faraway in time. "This sounds strangely familiar, Elrond. Didn't we
speak of love denied years ago in your private study, before a fire,
and you informed me that if I wanted your love it would be waiting
along with you in your bed?"The Imladris Lord's eyes shown with fondness, slightly distant in the
memory. "Aye. I had waited for you to come to me all winter. How
pleased I was when you walked through that door and back into my
life.""As if there was ever a doubt, a'maelamin."
They stared at one another for several heartbeats. "Never leave me
again, Thranduil Orophorion." The levity and conviction in Elrond's
tone left no room for the Mirkwood King to argue."Never."
Elrond stood from his seat and walked to stand in front of Thranduil,
still spread out in his chair. He gently and slowly lowered himself
to sit astride Thranduil's thighs, bringing their bodies into close
contact. Elrond leaned in, breathing deep of Thranduil's unique
scent... one of cold, crisp water and fresh earth. "I have missed
you, mela en' coiamin," he whispered before descending and capturing
the fair Elf's lips with his own.Thranduil groaned, opening his mouth to his love, snaking his tongue
into the warmth and sweetness of Elrond's mouth. He wrapped his arms
around the Peredhel's slim waist, pulling him even closer. Elrond's
hands buried themselves into the blond locks, tilting Thranduil's head
further so he could deepen the kiss. It was while locked in that
intimate embrace that Elrond did something Thranduil was not
expecting./Never, Thranduil. I shall never let you go again./
The barrage of thoughts, repressed desire and deep-seated love washed
over him, bringing tears to his eyes and rekindled his guilt and
shame. He was going to withdraw from the kiss and the contact of
Elrond's mind, but the Half-Elf would not allow it. He added pressure
to his grip and held Thranduil's head still, and mentally soothed the
Sinda's mind./No more of this guilt, Thranduil. It eats away at you. Forgiveness
is given, it had been long ago. No more despair. No more remorse,
let this weight be lifted. Come back to me./ Elrond finally broke
the kiss, looking down at Thranduil from half-closed eyes, feeling
himself stir at the sight of his lover's flushed face and swollen
lips. Elrond leaned down again, his breath caressing Thranduil's ear
as he whispered, "Amin mela lle."A choked sob escaped the figure beneath Elrond and the arms around him
crushed him closer still./Amin mela lle, Elrond./ He allowed Elrond back in, sharing himself
completely once more with his bonded. He was home. His long, lonely
journey was over. Thranduil held Elrond in his arms once more and he
would not let him go. Not now that he had him again."You amaze me, Peredhel," he said raggedly, emotion thickening his
voice.Elrond pulled back, smiling brightly. "How is that, my King?"
He cupped Elrond's cheek, rubbing his thumb lightly over the smooth
skin. "You are the most forgiving, selfless being I have ever had the
honor of knowing... and loving. I am made better because of you and
your light, meleth-nin. You have forgiven me so often...""Hush, Thranduil. No more recriminations. It is in the past, this is
a new day, a new life. Let us leave the hurts behind."Thranduil nodded and moved his hand to the back of Elrond's neck,
pulling the bruised lips back to his own, savoring the taste of his
lover that he had missed for so long."Come, Elrond," he whispered, sliding the Peredhel off his lap. "I
want you to myself, not any Elf that happens to pass us by."Elrond's face was alight with love and desire as Thranduil led him
into the house. The rooms were bright and large, smelling of the
outdoors, with a swift breeze caressing them as they came to one of
the large bedrooms. Thranduil divested Elrond of his loose silk shirt
and deftly unlaced his leggings. Elrond returned the favor, and soon
the two lovers embraced one another skin to skin. The Imladris Lord
let out a contented sigh and nuzzled at the golden King's neck.Thranduil was determined to savor these moments with his lover,
tasting his mouth greedily, causing Elrond to gasp breathlessly.
"Thranduil..." came the soft plea, and the blond Elf smiled wickedly."Elrond." He looked into the hooded eyes, stormy with passion.
Thranduil leaned in, nipping at the tip of Elrond's ear, and was
delighted when his lover's body trembled against him. He teased the
earlobe with his tongue, slowly drawing the tender skin into his mouth
and sucking gently.The Peredhel shuddered at the intimate contact. His arousal swelled
and pressed against Thranduil's thigh, elicting a chuckle from the
Sinda. Thranduil clucked his tongue, chiding his lover for being
over-eager, then moved his lips down to Elrond's neck. The tip of his
tongue traced Elrond's collarbone down to the hollow of his throat,
where Thranduil placed a soft kiss. He trailed the kisses down the
dark-haired Elf's chest and stomach, slowly kneeling as he did.When Thranduil was on his knees before Elrond, he took in the sight of
the Peredhel's firm erection. It was a sight he had dispaired of ever
seeing again. He lightly played his fingertips across the tight flesh
of the shaft, leaning forward to rub his cheek against the soft skin
surrounding the tip. His touch drifted down to softly finger the
wrinkled sack below, then back up along the entire length of Elrond's
rod. He poured all of his love and devotion into that touch, letting
Elrond know wordlessly how important Thranduil felt him to be and how
deeply he loved the Half-Elven Lord.Elrond smiled down at Thranduil as he ran his hands through the golden
hair. The problems of the past were now literally a world away, and
he and Thranduil could begin again. Here, in the Undying Lands, they
finally had a chance -- a real, honest chance -- to share a life
together.The Noldo was wrenched from his musings back to reality when he felt
his cock suddenly devoured by Thranduil's warm mouth. Hardly had he
let out a gasp, though, than Thranduil had pulled back with a
mischevious look on his face. He winked at Elrond's confused
expression and plunged his mouth back down onto the Peredhel's
erection. The second gasp of surprised pleasure almost made the Sinda
laugh, but he managed to refrain. Thranduil wrapped his fingers
around the base of Elrond's shaft to hold it steady and began bobbing
his head up and down, sliding the firm cock in and out of his mouth in
an easy rhythm.Elrond's knees suddenly felt weak, and the dark-haired Elf had to put
his hands out against the wall to steady himself. In between thrusts,
Thranduil pulled Elrond's rod in deeply and sucked hard along the
entire length, as though he could pull forth the Peredhel's seed
simply by suction. The sensation made Elrond's eyes roll back in his
head, his breathing sped, and his whole body feel as though it had
caught flame. He could not restrict his sounds to soft gasps and
moans; he cried out loud and long, thrashing his head side to side as
the King voraciously attacked the Half-Elf's cock with his mouth.Elrond knew he couldn't hold himself back much longer. "So close..."
he gasped, his voice raw and hoarse from calling out so much.
Thranduil chuckled in the back of his throat, but gave no sign of
slowing or stopping. Elrond clenched his eyes shut as the feeling of
release welled up within him. His entire body shook as he came.
Thranduil's name spilled from his lips over and over again even as his
seed spilled from his erection over and over again. So great was
Elrond's orgasm, in fact, that the King struggled to swallow all of
it.Thranduil stood slowly, wiping the last traces of Elrond's juices from
his lips. The Peredhel moved to embrace him, but so spent was Elrond
that he all but fell into Thranduil's arms. The Sinda held him close
and helped him over to the bed. After laying Elrond down on the large
bed, the blonde lay beside him, draping an arm across Elrond's chest.A few minutes passed in silence broken only by the sounds of
breathing. When at last Elrond felt recovered, he cast his glance
down Thranduil's body, taking in the King's slowly wilting arousal.
He returned his eyes to Thranduil's face and brushed his fingers along
the arm holding him loosely."Have you no thought of yourself?" he asked Thranduil lightly.
"As exhausted as you are, melethron, I would never have asked."
Elrond turned his head and kissed Thranduil's lips even as he slid a
hand down the Sinda's body and fondled the stiffening member there.
"There are positions that do not require me to be well-rested," the
Peredhel said coyly."Indeed?" Thranduil replied, pretending to be oblivious.
"Oh, yes," Elrond continued in mock-seriousness. "Would you like me
to demonstrate?""I would be most interested to see."
Elrond gave Thranduil's cock a quick squeeze before reaching behind
his head and removing one of the pillows. He lifted his hips and slid
the pillow under his behind. He spread his legs wide, exposing
himself completely to his lover. The openness of the position was so
erotic that merely laying there was making the Peredhel hard a second
time.Thranduil, still playing up the ignorance, merely nodded.
"Intriguing. And this is pleasurable?""Most pleasurable all around," Elrond said, as though he were a
merchant trying to make a sale. "Perhaps you would care to test it
for yourself?""But is it not traditional to use some form of oil? I am afraid that
I have nothing of the sort here."The dark-haired Elf blushed slightly, and the color travelled along
his whole body, causing Thranduil's cock to throb with desire. "I
took the liberty," Elrond explained, "of furnishing your bedroom with
a small selection. You'll find them in the bottom drawer of the
wardrobe."Confused but curious, Thranduil crossed the large room and opened the
indicated drawer. As Elrond had said, there were half a dozen small
phials of oil awaiting him. He picked one at random and broke the
seal on the jar. The rich scent of sage wafted up, and the Sinda
judged the oil to be satisfactory. He carried the phial back to the
bed, crawling onto his knees between the Lord's spread legs.Elrond's arousal grew at the sight of Thranduil between his legs, and
his cock swelled to match. Thranduil tipped the phial slightly and
poured a small amount of the oil down Elrond's shaft. Elrond sighed
at the feel of the cool oil, then moaned when Thranduil slid a hand
across the slick skin. The golden King rubbed his palm up and down
over Elrond's rod, occassionally sliding his hand lower and massaging
the oil into the skin surrounding the Half-Elf's tender balls.Some of the oil dripped down between Elrond's legs, and the Peredhel
used his fingers to rub it across his tight rear opening, dipping his
fingertip inside himself with a moan. The intent was not lost on
Thranduil, who groaned at the sight. He reached down, replacing
Elrond's fingers with his own, and gently worked his finger into his
lover's sheath. He added more oil and made sure that every part of
Elrond's rear passage was slick and wet. Only then did he apply a
generous amount of the sage-scented oil to his own cock.Elrond gritted his teeth when he felt Thranduil begin to push into
him, but the pain was only slight and was over a moment later.
Thranduil was gentle, easing himself in only a little at a time,
groaning at the tightness that the new position accentuated. When the
King was almost completely immersed, Elrond lifted his legs to change
the angle and allow Thranduil to bury himself totally within him.Thranduil was awash in pleasure at the sensation of once again making
love with his bonded. He held his arms out and supported Elrond's
legs with his forearms. He leaned forward slightly and began to
thrust his hips against Elrond, sliding his cock in and out of the
warm tightness. The Sinda threw his head back, moaning in time with
his motions.Elrond's moans joined his lover's as he wrapped his hand around his
slick rod and began to stroke himself. The two moved fluidly
together, lifting their voices in an erotic chorus, Thranduil's light
tenor complimenting Elrond's baritone as their moans became groans and
their sighs became gasps. Thranduil was the first to reach his
release, gripping Elrond's thighs when the waves of orgasm crashed
through him. He emptied himself into the Peredhel, who cried out in
rapture barely two breaths later. Elrond's cock pulsed, spurting
the sticky juices onto his chest and stomach. The Lord gave a
shuddering sigh as the throes of passion eased, looking up with love
at the blonde-haired Elf above him.*****
The sun had already set by the time the lovers had cleaned themselves
up. They lay naked in each other's arms, both enjoying the closeness
that they had missed for so long."I had wondered," Thranduil said at length, "why you had such a large
home set aside for me. I suppose you knew that I wouldn't be staying
here alone?""I certainly had my hopes," Elrond replied. "But don't worry, I don't
eat much, and Erestor and Gildor are very quiet. Of course, once your
son and my twins join us here, we may have to deal with some tramping
about upstairs, but I think -- "Thranduil cut him off with a laugh. "Oh, no, you don't, Peredhel!
I've got you to myself now, and I intend to *keep* it that way!"Elrond kissed Thranduil softly on the lips. "We'll talk later," he
said sweetly, rolling over to settle in for the night.Thranduil blew out the candle. "Don't bet on it."
End "One Sweet Memory"
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