Title: Such Sweet Pain

Author: Morgana
Author’s Email: morganalebeau@yahoo.com
Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon

Pairing; Celeborn/Haldir/Orophin/Rumil

Overall rating: NC-17 or in Master Erestor’s coding system; hot red :P
Summary: Galadriel has sailed, leaving a withering Celeborn behind in the Golden Wood.  

Disclaimer: Not mine. They are Tolkien’s.

Warning: Normally I do not write sex scenes… Normally I do not use the word cock… Blame it on me being extremely horny!

Beta read by Patricia Pleasant, thanks, sweetie!

All remaining mistakes are mine.

Picture by the talented people from Theban Band!

Such Sweet Pain

“He is lonely, Haldir. It has been over a year now since our Lady sailed West and still he remains here in the Golden Wood. We know that they loved each other dearly. Why won’t he sail to Aman and join her?” Orophin eyed Celeborn closely, as the former Prince of Doriath wandered among the mellyrn trees, occasionally laying his hands on the trunks to feel their waning strength.

“I agree,” whispered Rúmil, careful to make certain Celeborn couldn’t hear him. “He does not seem happy.”

Haldir considered his brothers' remarks. “There are several reasons why he still lingers here. One of them is his connection to the lands. Celeborn is a part of this wood and he finds it impossible to move away. Leaving the Golden Wood permanently would mean cutting all ties and starting over again.”

“You said that is one of his reasons to stay here. What are the others?” asked Orophin, his concern growing as he watched Celeborn’s pallid skin tone. Celeborn had been a muscular Elf once, broad-shouldered and well-muscled from training and wielding his sword, but that had changed. Celeborn had lost considerable weight; the muscle tone was vanishing and his once silver satin-like hair had turned brittle and white. Celeborn was withering away. 

“I believe that the love which Galadriel and Celeborn once shared has long faded. When she left, there was sadness in her heart because she was leaving her granddaughter here to die, but she did not seem to have any second thoughts on leaving Celeborn behind.” Haldir drew in a deep breath and watched Celeborn remove his robes. Naked now, the white-haired Elf waded into the stream and immersed his body under water.

Haldir, Orophin and Rúmil had chosen to stay with their Lord, who they loved very much. Celeborn had always been a good ruler and had shown wisdom and compassion when dealing with his people. They had grown to respect and love him. “We are all he has left.”

Three pairs of curious and concerned eyes watched Celeborn leave the stream. The Elf-Lord didn’t bother to get dressed again and Celeborn lay down on the grass, eager to feel some sort of connection with the lands surrounding him.

Haldir’s eyes widened in surprise, seeing Celeborn’s fingers cautiously curl around his limp member.

Celeborn wasn’t aroused yet, but the gentle stroking motion woke his body’s interest and the flesh grew hard, wet and willing.

“We should not watch,” whispered Rúmil, feeling equally entranced. Seeing Celeborn pump himself in that way was causing him to grow erect as well.

Celeborn closed his eyes, threw back his head and parted his legs. Whipping his hips forward he mimicked the act of love and his lips formed a single word. “Haldir…”

Orophin gave his older brother a questioning glance. It had been Haldir’s name that had left Celeborn’s lips. “He desires you, Haldir.”

Haldir shook his head. “My loyalty lies with Rúmil and you, you know that.” They had become lovers at a very early age and there had never been another in all those long millennia.

“But that is our Lord moaning your name, Haldir,” said Rúmil, thoughtfully. His hand stole down to his groin and he rubbed his arousal through the fabric of his leggings. “I would not begrudge you taking our Lord when he so obviously needs the love – the physical contact.”

Celeborn bit his bottom lip in an attempt to remain silent but failed. His climax took him and a pitiful moan left his lips as his seed dripped onto his abdomen and hand.

Haldir turned away from the arousing sight. He was hard like his brothers. In some of his former fantasies he had dreamt of taking Celeborn. But those had only been fantasies!

“Rúmil is right, brother.” Orophin’s sad eyes lingered on Celeborn’s exhausted form. The Elf-Lord had slipped into his robes again and left the bank with a beaten, lost expression on his face. “Maybe *we* are what Celeborn needs.”

“Orophin, you cannot be suggesting this!” Haldir shook his head. “I cannot become his lover! I am yours already!”

“He will gain three lovers instead of one,” said Rúmil, firmly. “What do you say, Haldir? Can you do this for our Lord?”

Haldir considered the question. “Do you really want me to do this?” He hadn’t thought his brothers would react in this way!

“Aye, we do,” said Rúmil and Orophin simultaneously.

The three Elves exchanged meaningful looks and then sat on the grass, speaking softly and making plans to seduce their Lord.

~~~

Celeborn felt tired in body and mind. It had been years since he had felt a lover’s touch. Although Galadriel had loved him, still loved him from afar, the physical side to their relationship had long since died. She had been content to love him from a distance, but he had craved closeness and intimacy instead. It had driven them apart in the end.

Celeborn, looking out of over the Golden Wood from his balcony high up in the mellyrn tree, remembered better days, happier days. Days when the Golden Wood had been filled with laughter, song and lustful moans. All that was gone now and only silence remained.

He shrugged out of his robes and sat down on his bed. It wasn’t normal for an Elf to sleep so much, but it was his way to escape this bleak and lonely reality.

Lying down, he stared at the ceiling. He forced himself to fall asleep, a skill learned long ago on the battlefield. Iron discipline and lifelong experience helped him to doze off within minutes.

~~~

The three Elves felt nervous, now that they were invading their Lord’s private chambers. All three brothers were naked and already erect. They had used only the most seductive oils during their bath and had also taken great care combing and fixing their hair. At a moment like this, their individual touches slipped in, making them stand apart from each other.

Haldir’s hair was loose and danced against the small of his back. He was the most muscular of the three brothers and also the one most well-endowed. Not that Rúmil and Orophin minded that their oldest brother was the one with the largest and thickest cock, as that fact had given them much pleasure in the past.

Orophin had forced his long hair into warrior’s braids, which made certain that the strands wouldn’t get in the way and Rúmil had pulled his hair back into a single pony tail, which gave him a harder, even slightly arrogant look.

The three brothers advanced on the bed. Haldir came to a halt at the foot end and Rúmil and Orophin came to a stop at Celeborn’s right and left side.

“You know what to do,” said Haldir, determinedly.

Rúmil and Orophin nodded and sat down on the bed. Rúmil placed the vial, filled with sweetly-scented oil, on the bed and then leaned forward. His lips opened and the tip of his tongue licked down Celeborn’s throat toward a nipple.

Celeborn’s eyes instantly filled with awareness; he had been a warrior for millennia and still reacted to any possible threat.

Orophin, expecting that particular reaction from Celeborn, acted quickly. His lips descended onto Celeborn’s and he kissed the Elf-Lord passionately.

Celeborn wanted to move away from them, but the two brothers had gained a tight hold on his wrists, which they now raised above his head. Orophin broke the kiss and gave him a predatory glance, collecting both wrists in his large hands. Rúmil moved to straddle his Lord’s waist, continuing to nibble, suck and tease Celeborn’s erect nipples.

Celeborn was too stunned to object to their actions. A part of him was convinced that this was nothing but a dream, but oh, what an amazing dream!

Orophin pinned Celeborn’s wrists to the bed, making certain that their Lord couldn’t escape their attentions. He felt Celeborn relax and he predatorily grinned at the restrained Elf-Lord. Claiming Celeborn’s mouth again, he forced lips and teeth apart and claimed his Lord’s mouth, tasting and exploring it.

Rúmil’s shaft excitedly twitched, seeing Orophin and Celeborn kiss. Their Lord’s enforced surrender fueled his lust and after bestowing a last, cat-like nip to Celeborn’s left nipple, his tongue trailed below. He was eager to finally taste Celeborn.

Haldir watched them. He firmly stroked his cock and quickly reached orgasm, letting his seed drip onto Celeborn’s thighs. “I came only for you,” whispered Haldir in a hoarse voice. This way, he would last longer when he finally took Celeborn.

“Nay, stop this…” Hearing Haldir’s seductive voice had pulled Celeborn from his dream-like state. He struggled against them, but Orophin simply pressed him down, using his hold on his wrists to make him obey and then… Oh, sweet Elbereth! Warm, wet lips slid down his straining cock, engulfing him in heat. Unable to stop himself, Celeborn thrust into Rúmil’s mouth.

Rúmil allowed Celeborn to use him as his Lord wished. Celeborn’s thrusts were wild and he relaxed his throat, taking in the Elf-Lord’s length. He sucked on the tip, massaged the base with his fingers and drove himself deeper onto the hard flesh. With a scream, Celeborn found release and a salty liquid hit the back of his throat. Rúmil obediently swallowed, eagerly devouring Celeborn’s essence. He swallowed each droplet of the precious liquid and then cleaned the limp cock with tiny, feline licks.

Celeborn’s body hummed with pleasure and release. His sated eyes settled on Rúmil, who eyed him in a lust filled way and he realized that this wasn’t over yet. “What are you doing? Why?” What had driven them to do this?

Orophin maintained his hold on Celeborn’s wrists, rendering him helpless. “We thought you needed us, Milord, and that you wanted us.”

“I do, but…” Celeborn couldn’t lie to them. Not during such an intimate moment. Rúmil was eyeing his lax member like he was going to eat him again and Haldir, oh, Haldir was hard once more! Celeborn swallowed, nervously, realizing that Haldir’s cock was a good eight inches long. “Haldir?”

“Do not worry. I won’t take you yet.” Haldir took hold of the oil and uncapped the vial. “Do not speak, Milord. Just feel… and enjoy this. It is our gift to you.” Haldir nodded his head once, urging his brothers into motion.

Celeborn tried to struggle loose, feeling Orophin shift position, but the younger Elf managed to keep him down single-handedly. Celeborn’s heartbeat sped up and a warm, needy sensation radiated from his stomach when the two brothers hooked one arm behind each knee, guiding the long knees toward his chest and spreading him open for Haldir’s attentions.

Haldir coated one finger with oil and then knelt on the bed. “We will take good care of you, Milord.” Resolutely, he placed his finger against the twitching opening, watching the ring of muscle trying to ward off the intruder, but to no avail. Using minimal force, he pushed his digit into the tight heat.

Celeborn yelped feeling that finger penetrate him. Oh, he wanted this, needed this! But he could not go down without a fight. His pride demanded he struggled!

“Do not struggle against us, Milord. We will not let you go.” Rúmil leaned in closer and pressed his lips against Celeborn’s. “Taste yourself,” he ordered and Celeborn’s lips and teeth parted, allowing him in.

Haldir used that moment to insert a second finger, coated with even more oil. He was painfully hard, but ignored his own arousal, knowing he would hurt Celeborn if he took him now.

The sensation of Haldir stretching him was indescribable and caused him to grow hard again. Contrary to what his fair Galadhrim might think, he had done this before. Before he had married Galadriel he *had* experimented, but in those days, *he* had been the one on top.

“Make him take three,” whispered Orophin, making certain that their Lord was well-prepared for what was to come.

Full. He felt incredibly full now that Haldir's oiled fingers were stretching him and then… Haldir pulled his fingers out, only to thrust them back in again. A fingertip forcefully rubbed against his prostate and he climaxed again.

Orophin licked his lips, seeing the cream erupt from the slit. “You honor us by reacting this passionately, Milord.” He leaned in closer and ran his tongue through the cream, tasting Celeborn’s come.

Celeborn whimpered, loving the feeling of being at their mercy. “Take me… Take me then!” Waiting for them to make their move was driving him insane!

“Rúmil!” Haldir removed his fingers from Celeborn’s contracting passage and rubbed oil onto Rúmil’s throbbing erection. “Go slowly. He is tight.” Haldir guided Celeborn’s feet against Rúmil’s chest and ran his fingers up their Lord's panting chest. "Soon, Milord, you will have me soon. But Rúmil will go first.” Rúmil was the least endowed of the three brothers and would take Celeborn first.

Rúmil moistened his bottom lip and positioned himself to penetrate the Lord of the Golden Wood. He would never admit it to his brothers, but at one point in his life, he had fantasized about claiming the former Prince.

Celeborn’s eyes widened, feeling Rúmil push inside. The Galadhrim’s shaft glided inside and his muscles involuntarily tensed. Rúmil felt huge inside him and he stopped breathing.

“Breathe, Milord. Breathe and feel my brother’s cock move inside you. How does it feel? Didn’t you want this when you thought of us, bringing yourself to orgasm?” whispered Haldir, running his fingers up Celeborn's flax member.

Orophin released Celeborn's wrists from his crushing hold. His fingers found an erect nipple and he brutally rolled it between his fingertips before tugging at the sensitive skin.

“Haldir…” Celeborn’s gaze settled on Haldir and his hands, free again, reached for his trusted second in command. “I always found you beautiful in your arrogance.” A sharp thrust, aimed at his prostate, made him gasp, and reminded him that Rúmil was buried deep inside of him and utterly in command.

”Take him harder, brother.” Haldir leaned in closer and kissed Celeborn. His eyes never left Celeborn’s hazel ones and he saw the stunned pleasure in them when Rúmil's thrusts became fast and deep.

Orophin watched his brother claim Celeborn and pumped his cock at the same time, knowing he would be next, once Rúmil had finished.

Rúmil took Celeborn deeply, but gently. The channel around his twitching cock had loosened and Orophin would now be able to bury himself in Celeborn's heat. Rúmil threw back his head and screamed, shooting his seed into his Lord’s passage.

Warm. Something warm filled him from the inside and Celeborn involuntarily bit Haldir’s tongue, realizing he had been marked in a way that was so incredibly intimate that he had never allowed for it to happen before.

A sated grin appeared on Rúmil’s face, pulling out. “He is all yours, Orophin.” He dropped backward and settled, cross-legged, on the bed, resting his back against the foot end. “He is ready for you.”

“What?” Celeborn thought he had misheard! Rúmil had just taken him and now… Suddenly, the hands around his wrists were back and he was rolled onto his stomach. To his surprise, it was Haldir who had captured his wrists and held them down.

Orophin shifted and settled atop of Celeborn. /I hope our love will bring you back from the living dead./ Looking at the trembling body beneath him, he recalled a time when Celeborn’s back had been rippling muscle. He curled his fingers around his cock, parted Celeborn’s buttocks and slid inside. Rúmil had done well, opening Celeborn up and his cock nestled tightly in the wet heat. Rúmil’s seed lubricated Celeborn’s passage and Orophin forced his arms beneath Celeborn’s chest, holding him tight. Raising his hips, he waited for one sweet moment and then drove himself home.

Haldir stroked Celeborn’s damp hair and managed to maintain eye contact. The Elf-Lord looked positively stunned, peeking at him with shocked eyes. “Harder, Orophin.”

Celeborn whimpered now that Orophin rubbed against the sensitive gland in his passage. He wanted to grow erect again, but had climaxed too quickly. His member refused to grow hard. Feeling Orophin move inside him was a sweet pain and Celeborn wished the sensation would never stop. But then Orophin’s teeth buried themselves in his shoulder and the other Elf's cock twitched, releasing its load.

“Orophin’s seed has just joined Rúmil’s. You are now ready for me, Celeborn.” Haldir had already waited too long for this moment to arrive. He had been hard these last minutes and his erection throbbed with need. “On your hands and knees, my sweet Prince.”

“I…” Celeborn wasn’t certain why he wanted to obey, but he did. “I cannot…” He felt drained, powerless and incapable of moving.

“Rúmil… Orophin…” Haldir directed his brothers toward the headboard and they helped Celeborn onto his hands and knees. They supported the Elf-Lord and caressed his hair and skin, trying to arouse him again.

Haldir knelt behind Celeborn and ran his fingers down the cleft. His fingers encountered his brothers’ semen and it made him eager to claim their Lord as well. The head of his cock already pressed against the loose opening and then his hard flesh began to slide inside. Although he wanted to bury himself in one thrust, he went slowly.

Celeborn’s eyes showed pain and discomfort when Haldir forced himself a way inside. Haldir was extremely well-endowed and he wasn't certain he could accommodate the other Elf.

Haldir moaned in ecstasy. Celeborn was already slick and loose and Haldir paced himself. In that way, he managed to bury his complete length inside. “Milord, I am going to ride you.” Haldir’s fingers buried in Celeborn’s hair and tugged at the strands, using them as reins.

Celeborn stared helplessly at Orophin. The Elf sat in front of him, licking his lips. Rúmil, already recovered from having come a few minutes ago, wrapped his fingers around Orophin’s cock, trying to get his brother to harden as well.

And then the thrusts started -- deep, hard and possessive... Haldir rode him like a stallion would use a mare and he loved it... Loved feeling Haldir dominate him in such a way. It felt good, so incredibly good, to surrender to them. For once, he didn't have to be their Lord, the ruler of the Golden Wood. At the moment, he was their lover -- nothing more, nothing less.

“Open your mouth. I want you to make me come,” whispered Rúmil, offering Celeborn his erect cock.

Celeborn parted his lips and teeth and Rúmil reacted at once, burying himself inside the moist cavern.

Celeborn ignored any nervousness he might feel as he had never pleasured another male Elf orally before. Rúmil's cock glided in and out of his mouth, mimicking Haldir's thrusts. The sensation was divine and Celeborn moaned, sending out vibrations around the hard flesh.

“Oh, the two of you undo me!” Haldir climaxed and in order to stake his claim he deposited his seed inside his Lord’s passage where it joined his brothers'.

“Haldir…” Rúmil’s needy eyes met Haldir’s. “I am close... so close... But I want to come inside of him.” Celeborn's mouth was warm and their Lord's tongue more talented than he had thought, but it was not what he craved the most.

Haldir pulled out and now that his cock was no longer lodged inside his passage, Celeborn lost his last support. His body seemed to crumble, but Haldir caught him in his strong arms. 

Rúmil's cock had slipped from its warm home and he sat down, resting his back against the headboard. Seeing how little strength Celeborn had left, Rúmil said, “Lower him onto me.”

Before approaching their Lord in this bold way they had decided they would exhaust him with their lustful ways, hoping that Celeborn's sleep afterwards would be a healing sleep.

Haldir complied. He looked deeply into Celeborn’s eyes and then gave his brother what he wanted most -- Celeborn's slick opening positioned above his brother's hard flesh.

Celeborn had never felt this… used… before and he wanted for it to continue. Warm cream dripped from his quivering opening and ran down his inner thighs. His eyes never left Haldir’s and he sucked in his breath, feeling Rúmil’s cock open him up again. Haldir’s strong arms deposited him atop Rúmil’s hard flesh, impaling him. Like a rag doll, he hung in Haldir’s arms, panting hard.

Rúmil wrapped his arms around Celeborn’s waist and moved the Elf-Lord up and down on his cock. He lasted longer this time and in the end, he pressed Celeborn down onto his lap. Celeborn’s head lolled powerlessly against his shoulder and Rúmil thrust upward. With deep, powerful thrusts he brought himself to orgasm.

Celeborn’s eyes closed in exhaustion and Haldir smiled. “Wake up, my sweet Prince. It is not over yet.” He could tell that Celeborn was close -- close to letting go of his grief and slipping into a healing sleep. They would do whatever necessary to make certain Celeborn realized they loved him and that they wouldn't allow him to fade.

“Please... not again... Haldir… have mercy…” Celeborn felt disoriented when Rúmil pulled out and moved away from him. The Galadhrim’s arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist from the back and they pulled him along when Rúmil lowered himself onto his back. Suddenly Celeborn was also staring at the ceiling, but this time Rúmil's strong, young body rested beneath him, supporting him.

"Be honest, Milord," whispered Rúmil into Celeborn's ear. "You need this... You want this..." Rúmil arched his back, and in doing so, forced Celeborn to follow his movement. Orophin, who had recovered at his point, moved between their parted legs and buried his cock inside Celeborn’s slick passage with one possessive stroke. Rúmil let go of Celeborn's form and Orophin took over, wrapping arms around their Lord’s waist. Slowly, making certain that he remained deeply nestled inside the slick channel, Orophin lowered himself onto his back, pulling Celeborn atop of him. He had hoped that Celeborn had sufficiently recovered to take himself, but the Elf-Lord was no longer capable of moving, so Orophin moved for both of them, driving himself home with each fierce thrust. “Haldir…” Celeborn barely managed to stay upright and began to fall forward.

Understanding his brother’s unspoken request, Haldir straddled Orophin’s lower legs behind Celeborn and held his Lord tight. Haldir proceeded to lower Celeborn onto Orophin’s cock and then raised him again.

“Haldir…” Celeborn was on the brink of losing consciousness. He had never before fainted during making love, but they were using him in too many ways, too many times.

“Almost, my sweet Prince,” whispered Haldir into Celeborn’s ear. He watched Orophin’s face closely, seeing the exact moment his brother found release. “Almost, my love,” whispered Haldir into his Lord's right ear. Haldir carefully pulled Celeborn off of Orophin, whose sated sex reluctantly left Celeborn’s body. Haldir gently lowered Celeborn onto his side and snuggled up behind him. He guided his hard cock between the slick buttocks and into the passage, which now overflowed with semen. His impressive cock rested deeply in Celeborn’s body and he pulled his Lord and lover close. “How do you feel now?”

“Tired,” whispered Celeborn. His body vibrated with satiation and life and he was close to fainting. Orophin suddenly lay down in front of him and the Galadhrim embraced him tightly. Behind Orophin, Rúmil settled down and the two silver-haired sentries smiled at him. “Haldir, why are you still inside of me?” whispered Celeborn, the bulk inside him causing a sweet pain.

“I want you to fall asleep with me nestled inside of you.” Haldir grinned. “And I promise you that will also wake up like this again.”

“You will still be here in the morning? The three of you?” Celeborn was afraid that this had just been for one night and that the three Elves would be gone in the morning.

“Don’t doubt us, my love,” whispered Haldir, executing a mild thrust, just to remind Celeborn who was in control right now. “That is my cock buried inside of you, Milord, so you had better listen and obey. Rest now. Go to sleep.”

Celeborn needed no more encouragement. The three brothers had exhausted him and he instantly fell asleep. 

“Your plan worked perfectly, Orophin,” said Haldir, satisfied with the outcome of their experiment.

“But he will be sore in the morning,” said Rúmil, feeling worried.

“But he won’t be sore for long.” Elves healed fast. “And we will look after him. We will make certain that he grows strong again – that he changes back into to the warrior he used to be.” Haldir held Celeborn possessively, rotating his hips. The Elf-Lord moaned in his sleep and even pushed back, his reaction delighting Haldir. “He is ours now. Forever.”

The end