Hi J

Ever wondered how a story of mine starts? Well, BAMN started with this particular scene. I knew Erestor and Thranduil would get together at one point, but in this story set up, Erestor acts a bit differently from the way we know him in BAMN. And it is Elrond, instead of Erestor who gets stabbed by the spiders…And Thranduil saved him. At that point I hadn’t even thought of the Shadow affecting Thranduil, and I intended a very strong King. After writing this little scene the story began to take shape, but as the story headed in a different direction I couldn’t use this scene any more, so it stayed in my files section.

As some readers said they would like to read it, here it is.

Bye

Morgana

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Not betaread snippet.

The soft knock on the door disturbed Thranduil, whilst reading the patrol’s latest report. Every since encountering that pack of deadly and venomous spiders, he had increased the number of patrols.

“Enter,” he said softly, placing the report aside. He wasn’t expecting anyone and felt somewhat annoyed at being disturbed. That feeling changed however, when Erestor shuffled into the room.

Thranduil fought the urge to rise from behind his desk. Instead, he pushed the chair back, and remained seated nonetheless, letting Erestor set the pace for this encounter. “I trust you have recovered completely?” He was certain the healers wouldn’t have allowed Erestor to leave otherwise.

His breath caught when Erestor raised his head to meet his gaze. The long tresses were loose and obscured part of the Elf’s face. “You are truly magnificent,” whispered Thranduil, admiringly. His groin stirred at seeing the smoldering expression in Erestor’s dark eyes. He had never seen a sight more beautiful before.

The raven-haired Elf walked toward his desk. The long, velvet, burgundy colored robes dragged behind him and the golden embroidery on it only added to Erestor’s splendor in Thranduil’s eyes. His hands itched to touch the raven mane and he wanted nothing more than to feel the Noldorin Elf beneath him. /For you I did away with my prejudice. I accepted you./

Now that Erestor remained standing in front of his desk, Thranduil frowned. “Is there anything I can do?” Why had Erestor sought him out tonight? “Is there anything you wish to discuss? Did a messenger from Imladris arrive?” His heart thundered, seeing Erestor lift his slender hands to undo the buttons to his burgundy robes. Swooshing, they flowed down his shoulders and pooled at his feet. A rush of desire overwhelmed him at finding Erestor naked beneath the velvet material.

Thranduil purred his pleasure at the enticing sight, but remained seated. He still wasn’t sure what to make of Erestor’s odd behavior. “I must admit to being curious,” said Thranduil softly, trying hard to stay in control of his emotions. His erection throbbed painfully and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Erestor’s warm body. “Why are you doing this?”

Erestor remained quiet, but now approached him. Thranduil shifted on the chair. Part of him was excited that Erestor was making this move, but another part wondered why. Hopefully it wasn’t because of the alliance Erestor had tried to form with Mirkwood. “I told you before that I do not want you to come to me out of sense of duty.” Oh, he wanted Erestor, but for the right reasons!

Erestor came to a halt in front of him and Thranduil gasped, aching to reach out and touch the creamy skin, but he controlled himself. As long as he did not know why Erestor was doing this, he would remain passive.

But then another pang of arousal swept through him when Erestor climbed onto his lap, straddling him. “What are you doing? Why are you doing this?” It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain calm and controlled. “Speak.”

Erestor simply directed his shimmering gaze at him and Thranduil swallowed hard, seeing the expression in them. “Is this what you really want? You come here out of your own free will? No hidden motives?”

Entranced, he watched as Erestor leaned in closer and suddenly sweet lips touched his, suckling his bottom lip after delivering a tentative kiss to them. “By Elbereth…” he whispered, taken aback. Unable to control himself any longer, he brought his hands up behind Erestor’s back, pulling the dark-haired Elf even closer. Erestor cocked his head and looked at him, eyes big and pupils dilated. “I am yours…” He had been since the first time that he had laid eyes on the raven-haired beauty.

He sucked in his breath, feeling Erestor’s fingers undo the laces to this tunic and then sliding them down his shoulders. Feather-light touches ghosted over his chest, teasingly scraping his nipples and coaxing them into hardness. Throwing back his head, he involuntarily thrust upward, cursing the fabric that kept him from claiming his new lover.

Erestor’s tongue licked a hard nub of flesh, then circled around the other. After a moment, it left a wet trail down his chest and abdomen. Thrusting again, he stared at Erestor, whose fingers worked on the laces to his leggings. He forgot to breathe when Erestor suddenly slid off his lap and onto his knees. Quickly, he parted his legs, allowing the dark-haired Elf to kneel between them.

Licking his lips, his eyes widened, as Erestor used his teeth to undo that last lacing. His hard flesh bobbed free, and he sighed, blissfully. Coyly, Erestor looked at him and Thranduil gently raised one hand and rested it on the raven mane. Lost for words, he stroked the dark hair.

Thranduil arched his back at the first touch of Erestor’s tongue as it wrapped itself around the head of his weeping cock. Aiya, that felt so good! He continued to caress the strands of dark hair, wrapping them around his fingers. Enraptured, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the gift Erestor was giving him.

A hot and wet mouth enclosed him and an eager tongue teased his slit before trailing down the length of his cock and finally taking in all of him. “Ah… Erestor!” Unable to keep back, he thrust whilst doing his best to not push Erestor down onto him. He wanted to let the raven-haired Elf set the pace.

Opening his eyes, he stared at the bobbing head. Dark hair danced against his groin and abdomen, and it felt hypnotizing. Losing control, he continued to thrust, and Erestor let him. /You have done this before…/ Erestor must have done this before! How else would he know when to breathe and to relax the muscles of his throat? “Ah, so good, Lirimaer…”

Involuntary, he grabbed a strand of Erestor’s hair and forced the Elf to take in more. With a shattering roar, he reached orgasm. Wide-eyed, he stared at Erestor and found that the kneeling Elf was swallowing every drop. In the end, the raven-haired Elf did something amazing; Erestor licked him clean and then gave him the wickedest smile he had ever seen. “Oh, lirimaer…” Exhausted, he reached for the beauty kneeling in front of him and pressed his lips against Erestor’s, tasting himself. “Thank you…”

Erestor’s grin remained impish. Turning around, he pushed himself up onto all fours, offering Thranduil what the Sinda Elf had wanted from the start.

Thranduil, whose ecstatic feelings were fading, stared at Erestor in sudden dismay. It was obvious that the raven-haired Elf wanted to be taken, but he refused to do it like this. Lowering himself onto his knees, he pressed himself against his lover and then leaned in closer. Bestowing a lick to the nape of Erestor’s back, he folded his arms around the Elf and turned him around.

Confusion shone from Erestor’s eyes when they were face to face again. Thranduil smiled, pulled him close and wrapped the long legs around his waist. “Not here. Not on the cold stone floor. The bed is much more comfortable for what you have in mind.”

Erestor nodded once and folded one arm around Thranduil’s neck when the blond lifted him. “I am here out of my own free will,” he whispered, tentatively. “I want you. I want you to possess me.”

Thranduil had reached the bed and laid Erestor down. Staring into stormy, brown eyes, he watched Erestor carefully. There was lust and trust, and even love shone from those misty orbs that seemed to pierce his very soul. “I am at your service, lirimaer. I am yours to command, I always was.”

“Then take me… Possess me…” Sliding further onto the bed, he opened his legs and extended his arms. “Have me any way you desire.”

“I can think of a few,” teased Thranduil, as he shed his clothes. Fully naked now as well, he kneeled between the parted legs and let his hands trail down Erestor’s chest. His lover was already erect, arching his hips in want and occasionally thrusting, but he refused to rush this. “I am going to thoroughly enjoy you.”

Tremors of expectation traveled through Erestor’s body at hearing those words.

Thranduil took his time to explore his lover’s body, tasting, licking and nibbling. He took great pleasure in sucking on an earlobe and then moved downwards, licking and suckling the skin beneath the collarbone. Pressing his lips against the tender skin of Erestor’s throat, he suckled hard, marking him as his own.

Looking at the raven-haired Elf’s face, he found that Erestor had closed his eyes and pearls of sweat had formed on his brow. “I want you as well. I always did. You have been on my mind since your arrival. At night, when I could not sleep, I touched myself thinking of you. Your name was on my lips when I came.”

A needy sob escaped Erestor’s throat. “Take me… Take me now.” He raised his hips, wishing Thranduil would end this torture.

“Not yet, lirimaer.” Thranduil experimentally curled his fingers around Erestor’s twitching erection and stroked once, spreading the moisture over the head. “I need to prepare you first.”

“I… already… did that… before… I came here…”

Seeing the gleam to Erestor’s eyes, Thranduil realized the dark-haired Elf had planned this seduction carefully. Trying to imagine the sight of Erestor preparing himself for their lovemaking made him erect again and he was eager to bury himself inside his lover’s passage. “But not like this.”

Erestor looked at him for directions.

“Hands and knees.” That was the position Erestor had originally offered himself in. Seeing the pleased expression in the dark-haired Elf’s eyes, he knew he had reached the right decision.

Supporting himself, he placed his hands on the bed. Erestor looked over his shoulder at the blond who now kneeled behind him.

Thranduil curled his fingers around his cock and positioned himself. Expecting resistance, he pushed in slowly, but released a delighted growl when he slid in all the way. Buried to the hilt, he placed his hands on Erestor’s hips, pulling him closer.

The first thrust nearly made him come, and he paced himself. Resting his body on top of Erestor’s he nibbled at his lover’s back, whilst delivering another deep thrust, rubbing the hidden gland in Erestor’s passage. The purr that left his lover’s lips encouraged him and he thrust again… and again…

Soon he had established a comfortable rhythm. Suddenly Erestor went through his elbows and collapsed under his weight, enabling him to thrust even deeper. Blanketing the dark-haired beauty, Thranduil adjusted the angle of his thrusts, fully brushing his lover’s sweet spot.

Erestor was panting hard, face buried in the sheets and his own erection was receiving just enough friction to send him over the edge.

Spasms erupted around his cock and Thranduil grabbed a few handfuls of dark locks, as his deep strokes continued. Grunting hard, he grew motionless when orgasm took him.

They lay in silence for several more moments. Thranduil managed to steady his too fast breathing and pressed a passionate kiss between Erestor’s shoulder blades. “Mine,” he growled, possessively.

Erestor basked in the afterglow but Thranduil’s weight was growing uncomfortable.

Fortunately Thranduil realized that and slowly pulled out. Hearing Erestor groan at the loss, he soothed his lover, caressing the dark hair and smooth skin. After rolling aside, he turned Erestor about until they lay facing each other. Possessively, he wrapped arms and legs about Erestor’s trembling body. “Why?” He hated asking this now, but he had to know.

Erestor, still panting softly, returned the gaze from behind a curtain of raven hair. His brow was covered in sweat and tiny tremors of ecstasy continued to run through his body, making his quiver. “You were right…”

“About what?” Thranduil needed to hear the words. Erestor’s surrender had been beautiful and only strengthened the feelings he had already had for the raven-haired Elf, but he had to hear the words.

“Because I love you,” whispered Erestor with an impish smile one his face. “You were right. I was a fool to fight you… This.”

“You will stay with me then?”

“That is not my decision to make. I serve Elrond.”

Another growl escaped Thranduil. “I will deal with Elrond. He will simply have to accept you are mine now.”

Silvery laughter tumbled from Erestor’s lips. “And does that mean you are mine as well?”

Thranduil calmly stared into Erestor’s eyes. “I was yours from the moment we first met.”

“All is well then,” said Erestor, resting his head against Thranduil’s shoulder

Feeling protective of the raven-haired Elf, Thranduil tightened his hug. “I love you…”

“I love you too.”

Looking down at his new lover, Thranduil found that Erestor’s eyes were blissfully vacant. “Aiya, he fell asleep on me.” Holding his lover tightly, Thranduil was content to let his thoughts drift to their shared future.

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