Part 1

Posted: July 2003
Title: Lindir's Composition
Type: FPS
Author: Iamme
Cast: Erestor/Lindir, Elrond/Thranduil
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Alex
Disclaimer: It’s not mine it belongs to Tolkien.
Summary: Erestor Helps Lindir perform an original composition.

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Lindir sat watching the two elven lords, blond hair flowing together with black. Sweat slickened bodies moving together in a gentle loving rhythm, the consonance of their cries filling the air. He sat watching, wishing that he could join with his lover, but he was off in his office working for the very lords that he was watching. He knew he could not physically sate his desires at the moment so he would do it musically; no words would be needed, only slow sensual rhythms climaxing in a fevered crescendo. He smiled to himself as Thranduil gave a final thrust inside Elrond, before showering him in soft kisses. Lindir stood, leaving the lovers to their privacy that they would never know was disrupted.

Slowly he made his way to his room. Entering, he looked around the small comfortable space before moving to close the velvet drapes covering the east-facing window. He picked up the lavender oil he and his lover used for lubrication and poured it in to the oil burner before lighting the candle under it. Then he moved to his desk, pulling out parchment and quill, he quickly began to write, his memories causing him to compose this piece with an air of madness. The room was quickly filled with the smell of lavender, filling him with even more desire as he could remember his lover’s arms wrapped around him, holding him in the twilight after their passions had subsided. Their bodies entwined as their breathing slowly calmed, his fingers caressing the body still slick with sweat. They had lain there all night kissing, touching, learning about each other till Arien's light slid across the horizon.

The images in his mind had aroused him physically as well as emotionally. It heightened his desire so much, that he did not realize when he had undone the laces on his breeches, or when he started to touch himself. All he knew was that the notes were taking shape on the paper as his hand worked his hardened member, tugging slowly at first, and then speeding up, before pausing. The notes before him were flowing as if they were truly alive. It was as the song reached it climactic finale that he felt the burning passion of his orgasm erupt from him, soft moaning the only sound filling the room as he dropped his quill silently next to his composition on the desk top.

He let his eyes fall closed as he milked the last few drops from his now softening flesh, gasping as he felt someone take his hand in their own soft but capable hands. He couldn’t help but moan as his hand was lifted to a hungry mouth as a soft tongue licked the essence from his palm.

He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Erestor was staring down at him. But he could not resist looking upon the one who filled his almost every thought.

“I did not expect you to be finished so soon.”

Erestor’s lips curved in to a smirk.

“I could tell, limear, but I am glad that I did, for if not, I would have missed one of your finest performances. That was beautiful, melamin.”

Erestor smiled as he glanced quickly over the notes on the page.

“Beautiful, indeed.” He guided Lindir to his feet and gently kissed him.

“I want to experience this with you, here, now replied Erestor as he leaned in and claimed the soft lips of his lover, taking his mouth with his tongue, letting the fiery kiss kindle his passion. His need was beginning to over whelm him as his hands slid to Lindir’s breeches, quickly sliding them down over slender hips, and discarding them to the side, leaving him wearing nothing but one of the large baggy shirts that he was so fond of. This was one was a brilliant green, and it brought out the red in his hair and the deepness of the green that was buried within the blue of his eyes. He sighed as he released the sweet lips so that he could look over the beauty before him, thinking how lucky he was that the minstrel was his, and his alone. Moving forward, he let his hands slide up under the shirt, his fingers ghosting over the quivering muscles. Leaning closer, their lips almost touching, he wanted his lover to take him but he knew that to understand the song, he would have to give up his control and become the instrument and allow Lindir to play him.

“You are a wonderful composer, limear, but I want to see it performed. Your instrument stands before you waiting to be mastered. Play your song for me.”

Lindir blushed furiously. No one had ever been able to understand him quite like Erestor did. Their souls seemed to be one of the same, and this was no different.

Lindir blushed gracefully as he pressed his lips to Erestor’s, kissing him passionately, his tongue seeking entrance into the warmth of his mouth. He released a shuddering sigh as he felt Erestor surrender to him, letting him orchestrate their joining. It was rare for him to submit to anyone, making Lindir feel honored that he felt such love and trust for him to be able to do so.

He loosened the buttons of Erestor’s shirt with nimble fingers before pushing his hands inside slowly drawing the material down, over his shoulders. He wanted to keep the tempo slow, wanted the fire to grow till neither of them could stand it any longer. So he could burn this song to memory for all eternity. He let his fingers trace a path down to Erestor’s stomach down to the lacings of his breeches and slowly began to unlace, taking his time as he fondled his lover’s rigid flesh before pulling them down exposing Erestor in all of his glory as he knelt before him.

Erestor stepped out of the material as Lindir cast it aside. He couldn’t help but stare down at his lover kneeling before him, all the love and anticipation he felt was visible in his eyes. Then it began as Lindir pressed his lips to the head of his elf hood, laying gentle kisses and licks upon it, the same time sliding his fingers up to the inside of his thighs a gentle touch, reaching the space just below where he so wanted him to touch, then he was lightly dragging his nails down, causing jolts of electricity to run through Erestor’s veins. Lindir smiled seeing Erestor’s cock twitch, knowing his lover had a hard time taking it slow: he was patient in every aspect of life except when it came to making love.

How knew well that it was hard for Erestor to stand there on shaking legs. He wanted to take him, to love him this very moment, as badly as Erestor wanted him to, but he knew that he would regret it were he to surrender to his desires. This night they would both learn patience. Reaching over on his table, he picked up a piece of black lace ribbon, and with great care slowly tied it at the base of Erestor's shaft, before guiding him to the bed, pushing Erestor back gently on to the black velvet coverlet. He loved to watch him laying there like that, wearing nothing but his ribbon. He walked over to the oil burner and lifted the little pot of lavender oil bringing it to the bedside table and poured the contents in to the little glass bowl that they had set aside for this before returning the ceramic pot back to the burner. Then he walked to his dresser and picked up the hairbrush before moving back to the bed.

Setting the brush aside, he turned Erestor over on to his stomach, straddling him so that he was sitting on his well-formed ass, before dipping his fingers in the still warm oil. He slowly began to run his fingers down his spine, leaving a fragrant trail before he began to knead the muscles in his back. Erestor let a heated moan fall from his lips. Lindir was working on stroking every part of his body except, the one part that was causing him delicious pain.
“Please Limear, I need it now.”

He smiled at the pleading whispers falling from Erestor’s lips knowing already how this song was to go and that it was nowhere near ending yet.

“Not yet, melamin, not yet.”

Taking great care, he began to undo the braids denoting Erestor’s position as Elrond’s Chief Advisor. Here they were just lovers, position did not matter and it would not be right if he could not run his fingers through the soft river of dark hair that flowed down Erestor’s back. Taking up the brush, he began to slowly run it through the mane of thick black hair, being careful not to pull. When he was satisfied with the wavy mass, he set the brush aside before leaning down and letting his tongue flick across the point of Erestor’s ear causing the elf beneath him to try to urge him on

“Is this what you want?”

Erestor nodded, swallowing his cries as a wicked hand slid beneath him, wrapping tightly around his member and slowly beginning to stroke him. He could feel his release being held back by the soft lace barrier that had been skillfully put in to place.

“Please, Limear..I beg of you.”

“Do you not want this to last, my love? The things I have planned…”

“It is not that, but…It is too much! I will be insane if this continues much longer.” Lindir leaned down and slowly began to kiss his way down Erestor’s back, still delivering long sure strokes to his lover’s cock. He stopped only long enough to lick the dew from his lover’s body; Erestor’s mewls filled the room as he continued to beg for release.

Finally reaching his destination, Lindir’s tongue slipped in to that tight space, caressing the ring of muscle with his tongue, before delving deeper.

By the time he pulled back to slip one oiled finger inside the tight heat of his body, Erestor was crying from tormented pleasure. Lindir began probing with gentle precision, the secret spot with in his body and knowing exactly how to manipulate it with light pressure, and sure thrust, causing his dark headed lover to thrust back against him.

Lindir knew he could not last much longer, if he continued to watch his lover in this state. Knowing that it was time for this number to reach its final verse, he reached over and dipped his fingers in the oil, rubbing it over his own flesh before, turning Erestor over. He lovingly licked away the tears spilling down his frustrated lovers cheeks before placing his lips upon those same lips, soft as silk. He dipped his tongue in at the same instant their bodies joined.

The pace that he set was swift and sure, each stroke finding Erestor’s secret spot, causing him to thrust against his lover, bringing it to an almost violent crescendo. Just as Erestor though he would die from the burning pain of his delayed release, fingers reached down and loosened the ribbon. He screamed Lindir's name as everything faded in to a haze of white light and shuddering moans Erestor’s orgasm pushed Lindir over the edge. Closing his eyes he cried out Erestor’s name as he rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Before tumbling in to the arms of his lover, joining him in that sacred place that only the two of them could go... They lay there feeling boneless and exhausted but most of all loved.

It was several hours later when Erestor awoke his love still cradled against him. /Ithil’s light now graced the room, and the smell of dinner wafted through the halls. Erestor looked down at Lindir sleeping and smiled.

“I am not very hungry tonight, at least not for food. I think it is time for me to compose my own composition, Limear. I think you will enjoy it.”

Sliding out from under his lover, he made his way to the bathroom to prepare for what he was sure would be another perfect duet.

Part 2

Posted: July 2003
Author: Iamme

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Erestor opened the closet door of the bathroom, pulling out a silver basin and pitcher and a fresh vial of lavender scented oil and another vial of a warming massage oil. Setting the pitcher under the pipe that ran from the hot spring, he smiled as he contemplated his plan for the night, watching to make sure the steaming liquid did not over flow. Once it was filled, he set the pitcher in the basin along with the vials, taking a washcloth and a towel folding them neatly and carrying it in to the other room.

He smiled, seeing Lindir still was still asleep from their earlier performance. He may not be as good of a musician as Lindir but he was certainly a good performer and attentive lover; tonight would be his proof of that. He silently moved towards the bed, setting the basin down on the table next to the bed, before standing and pouring more oil in to the warmer.

Erestor moved towards the drawer that held their secret items. Slowly he sifted through it before finding what he wanted. A piece of elven rope made from silk. Galadriel had given it to him just this year as a begetting day present along with another item that he would use after he had claimed his lover. He remembered finding it sitting in a little wooden box on his desk with a note simply stating, “For your treasure chest, Love Galadriel.” It made him wonder what kind of gifts she gave Elrond and Celebrian, especially now that they were sharing Thranduil.

Erestor shook his head to clear away the thought and made his way to the bed. Ithil’s light was now gone and was quickly being replaced by the darkness of storm clouds and the roll of the thunder. It would be the perfect accompaniment for what he had planned this night. Taking Lindir’s hands ever so gently as not to wake him, the dark haired advisor skillfully bound his hands with the elven rope before securing it to the headboard. Silently moving again to the table, lifted the towel and the vial of warming oil, setting them along side his surprise for Lindir, before pouring the remaining lavender oil into the basin then proceeded to fill it with the steaming water. Taking up the soft wash cloth, he dipped it in to the steaming bowl squeezing the excess water out of it before pressing it against Lindir’s erection, causing the sleeping elf to moan quietly as his lover cleaned him with gentle caresses, letting his fingers brush along the vein as he did so.

Erestor was quite happy seeing that the gentle bath was not waking up his minstrel. He smiled seeing the ribbon laying on the night stand and as soon as he finished cleaning the beautiful elf before him, he set the basin aside, carefully drying the sleeping elf before picking up the ribbon tying it in a lose knot around the base of his lover’s shaft so that it would not be constricting.

Erestor crawled onto the bed between the sweetly scented legs of his elf, watching as he slowly begin to lick and kiss the tip of Lindir’s ever so glorious instrument just as he heard the staccato of the rain drops starting to fall against the window. Lindir groaned, feeling sweet lips upon the tip of his elf hood. Slowly he began to come out of reverie, his green eyes looking in to the blue depths of Erestor’s as the tender lips slowly slid over him. He could not help but cry out as the hot mouth teased him with the knowledge they had acquired from long nights wrapped in each other’s arms. Erestor suddenly sucked him deep into his throat and began to hum.

Lindir could feel his body tighten, driving him as he tried to thrust up into the mouth that had claimed him. He was so close now. Just as hot seed was about to burst forth, he felt the constricting tightness about the base of his shaft.

“Saes, Erestor, I beg of you!!” whimpered Lindir.

Erestor smiled at his lover, watching him as he writhed on the bed. Gently he took the velvet mounds between the whimpering elf’s legs, teasing them by trailing his nails lightly over them.

“Not yet love, your song was well planed, a perfect performance. I am afraid I am not the musician you are, but I will know when the song is finished and it will not end one beat too early.

Lindir watched Erestor as he reached over, picking up the bottle of warming oil, unstoppering it before holding it over Lindir’s quivering need.

“You would not be so cruel.”

Erestor smiled, seeing that he knew him too well sometimes, he placed his hand beneath the via, filling the oil and making sure that just a few drops of the cold oil fell over the heated flesh, making Lindir jump at the sudden cold. Once the oil was warmed, he slowly began to massage it in to the swollen cock before pouring the remainder of the vial over the tight sacks beneath. Lindir could only moan as Erestor began to stroke him, making sure that there was no part of his nether region that was not covered in the oil that was starting to heat up making his erection ache all the more.

Erestor slowly began to blow over the oil-coated path that he had created making the oil flame all the more and causing Lindir to beg.

“Saes, Erestor! Saes, I need you now! Please do not leave me in this beautiful pain?”

“What would you have me do, my love?”

“Take me! Take me now!”

“But limear, you are not ready, I would never do something that would cause you such pain, Lindir.”

“I care not.”

Erestor moved over Lindir, brushing his lips against his in an almost chaste kiss.

“Ahhhh, but I do, my love.”

Erestor dipped his fingers in to the oil warmer, coating his fingers in the hot oil. Placing them just before Lindirs lip, the bound elf blew lightly on the fingers to cool the oil so that his lover could prepare him. Erestor gently lifted his leg so that he could slip the first slick finger into his lover.

Lindir knew that he would not have to wait much longer for his release as Erestor began to rub his own erection against his bound one, before once again taking his lips in a possessive, unyielding kiss. His head swirled as the taste of his lover reminded him of vanilla for some reason yet not the same at all. He had been surprised by it the first time the councilor kissed him, now he longed for it constantly and tonight his needs would be sated for a short while.

Erestor’s finger slid gently inside, going to Lindir’s sweet spot without even searching. He began to rub in a quick but gentle tempo, causing Lindir to move against him. Erestor knew that if this continued that he would cum and he still had plans for his lover. He gently removed his fingers from his lover’s tightness before placing his swollen flesh at the entrance, burying himself to the hilt in one quick thrust.

Lindir moaned as the hungry mouth claimed him everywhere, hands touched his nipples rolling them in skilled fingers, followed by light brushes of teeth. He waited for Erestor to loosen the ribbon, he could feel his lover’s frantic pace and he knew he would cum. He moaned as he felt Erestor’s hand slip down, anticipating his release once he was free; instead he found a wicked hand caressing his orbs. Tears began to trickle from his eyes and he knew how erotic it was to see for Erestor to see him in this state, on the brink of such intense pleasure. Suddenly Erestor gave an almost violent thrust forward crying out as he spilled his seed with in him.

Lindir could not believe it. He stared at Erestor in disbelief.

“You can not do this to me, Erestor! You can not leave me in this state!”

Lindir could feel the warm hint of anger rising with in him. Erestor simply smiled down kissing him softly before whispering, “Have I ever been so cruel, Limear?”

Lindir simply shook his head.

“I promise you the wait will be worth it.”

Erestor stood up from the bed, leaving Lindir shaking, waiting in anticipation as he prepared something. Lindir tried to watch but Erestor was doing a good job at keeping him in the dark.

It seemed like forever before Erestor returned kissing him gently before whispering, “Amin mela lle, Lindir.”

Slowly, he kissed his way down his body. Lindir was mindless with need as he slowly felt Erestor taking his shaft in to his mouth, and then, he felt something round being pressed inside of him; slowly, small round balls were slipped into him, leaving him feeling full but not uncomfortably so. Erestor sucked greedily at his shaft before beginning to hum. Lindir felt his fingers enclose around the ribbon and his other hand holding on to the string attached to the beads with in him. Erestor pulled on them both at the same time, causing Lindir’s orgasm to rock through him as the lightning struck out side matching what his body was feeling. He could not stop thrusting; Erestor was draining him dry. He had never felt anything to compare to what the scholar had just done to him.

Erestor grinned, seeing his lover lying there unable to move or speak, knowing that his impromptu had been a success. They would have to compose music together more often. Erestor set all of the items aside before curling up next to his lover. He was so tired that he didn’t hear the door close.

Galadriel smiled, walking down the hallway. It seemed all was well in Imladris. She would retire now and perhaps try to teach Celeborn a new song.

THE END

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