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Everyone had left the table after dinner, except for the High King Gilgalad and King Oropher. The High King gazed at the king of the Woodland Realm. He smiled when the blonde caught his eye.
The raven-haired stood up from behind the table, looking at the king. “Come with me.”
Oropher furrowed his brows. “Where to?”
Gilgalad held out his hand. “I want to show you something.”
The king smirked when he took hold of the High King’s hand, and the raven-haired pulled him out of the chair.
They walked hand in hand through the corridor until they stopped at a painting hanging on the wall. When the High King pushed the painting askew, revealing a hidden door, Oropher gasped aloud.
“How did you know there was a door?”
Gilgalad smiled. “Lord Elrond told me.”
“Why are you so fortunate?” the blonde asked.
The High King chuckled, leaving the question unanswered when he pushed the door open, leading the blonde through.
After he closed the door behind them, he took a burning torch from the wall before they continued walking through the hidden dark corridor.
Oropher clutched the Highking’s hand, watching the shadow figures moving against the wall.
He sighed with relief when they reached another door at the end of the corridor.
After the raven-haired hung the torch on the wall, he opened the door, leading Oropher through it.
The blonde pulled a deep breath. “This is much better. It smells like moss and dead wood in there.”
“It’s supposed to be hidden, so not much fresh air passes through.”
Oropher glanced at his surroundings. “We’re on the west side of the main building. And it’s almost dark.”
“We are indeed.” Gilgalad pulled the king further into the dark forest until they reached a small hilltop.
He helped the blonde up the rocky path until they reached the top.
The King of Eryn Galen pulled a sudden breath while his eyes enlarged. “The sun is…” He gaped at the kaleidoscope of warm, golden hues. Streaks of soft pink surrounded the orange sun while deep purples and blues emerged in the sky.
Gilgalad smiled when he moved closer. From behind, he wrapped his arms around the blonde, gazing alongside him at the gorgeous sunset.
“Ereinion...” Oropher held the thought to himself. He smiled instead and let his head fall backwards onto the High King’s shoulder.
“Hmm?” The raven-haired tightened his embrace when he pushed his head against the king’s.
“Why are we here?”
“I wanted to show you this spectacular view. It’s even more beautiful with you here, Pher.”
Oropher’s breathing hitched. “You haven’t called me that since… Lindon,” he breathed out before he turned around in the embrace, locking eyes with the High King.
Something stirred in his core. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. Not since…
“What are you thinking?”
The king smirked, inclining his head. “I was thinking, when are you going to kiss me?”
The High King snickered, shaking his head. “Patience, Pher,” he whispered as he leaned in, meeting the blonde’s lips in a soft and tender kiss. He pulled back, smiled and leaned back for a heated kiss.
Time had stood still for them. Only they existed in this perfect golden moment. Forgotten was the world they were getting ready to save from darkness with its evil forces. They lived only for this breathtaking panorama that unfolded before them.
Oropher pulled away first, heaving. “What are you doing, Ereinion?”
“What I should’ve done centuries ago.” Gilgalad gazed at the beautiful blonde elf before him. “I never should’ve let you go, Pher.” He tucked a strand of golden hair behind the king’s ear. “I should’ve asked you to stay with me. I could’ve raised Thranduil as my own.”
“You almost did raise him as your own.” The king smiled. “He looks up to you.” The blonde’s face dulled. “He didn’t know his father.” He averted his eyes to the tree behind the High King.
“I know you loved his father dearly, but do you still believe we can only love one person?”
Oropher looked back into the dark eyes. “I…” He shrugged before he smiled. “You are changing my mind.”
“Good.” Gilgalad chuckled. “Better late than never.” He kissed the blonde again. “Will you accompany me to my chambers?”
“What about my chambers instead?”
The raven-haired elf smiled broadly when he nodded. “Your chambers it is.”
They gazed at the breathtaking view one last time before they strolled hand in hand back through the hidden passage to the royal quarters.
Both undressed until they were left standing in their breeches before they moved closer to each other. Gilgalad wrapped his arms around the king, pulling him in for a kiss.
Oropher settled a hand behind the High King’s head while he placed his other hand on Gilgalad’s shoulder.
He stepped backwards, pulling the raven-haired elf with him while they were still kissing. When they reached the bed, both fell onto it with a thud and a yelp, which turned into laughter.
They contained their laughter after a while, gazing into each other’s eyes. “You are the most beautiful elf I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Gilgalad declared, tracing a finger over Oropher’s blushing cheek. “I want to be intimate with you so badly,” he whispered.
The king’s breathing caught. He blinked a few times to clear his mind. “You know I can…”
“I know.” Gilgalad smiled. “I’ll be careful.”
Oropher smiled before he cupped the raven-haired elf’s face. “Take me,” he breathed out. “Now,” he heaved.
The High King pushed his lips onto the blonde’s. He reached down, palming the king’s bulge while the king tugged on the laces of Gilgalad’s breeches to loosen them.
Soon they were lying naked with Gilgalad on top of the blonde, still kissing as they were grinding into each other.
The king reached for the vial of oil on the nightstand, and when he held it out to his lover, Gilgalad smiled before he took it and coated his fingers first to prepare the blonde. Thereafter, he smoothed the oil onto his own erection and sleeked Oropher’s entrance.
The raven-head pushed into the blonde. He held still for a mere second before he sheathed himself to the hilt. When his lover smiled at him with a slight nod, the Highking started moving in and out, nudging the king’s prostate as he did.
Oropher pulled his legs up to his chest as he grabbed onto Gilgalad’s shoulders. He threw his head backwards with each slow thrust, while he tried to contain his wails.
The king was building up slowly, but he wanted more, and he wanted it faster.
“Go faster,” he called out as he tightened his grip on his lover’s shoulders.
“As you wish, melmë,” Gilgalad whimpered. He shoved in faster, pulled out even faster and repeated it until Oropher exploded, coating his and the raven-head’s stomach with his seed.
The High King didn’t slow down. When he was close, he pulled out abruptly. Instead of working himself off, Oropher had his hand around Gilgalad’s pulsating erection and was pumping him until he released over the king’s chest.
The High King collapsed onto the bed next to his lover, both of them panting.
They glanced at each other, smiling before Gilgalad turned on his side and took the blonde in his arms, kissing him on the temple.
“Thank you,” Oropher heaved. “For pulling out soon enough.”
“Thranduil’s too old for a brother,” the High King snorted.
The blonde burst into laughter. “No, he’s not,” Oropher huffed. “We’re too old to have a newborn.”
Both of them guffawed as they agreed with each other.
After a while, the High King restrained his laughter as he propped himself on his elbow. He sighed when he gazed at his lover. “I must leave.”
“No, stay,” Oropher wined.
“It’s late and… I don’t want them to see me leaving your quarters in the morrow.” He chuckled. “Especially, Lord Elrond.”
“Stay until I fall asleep, please, Ereinion.”
The High King smiled when he lay back against the pillow, pulling Oropher against him. “Very well. I’ll stay.”
When the king of the Woodland Realm’s breathing became even, Gilgalad kissed him on the forehead before he pulled his arm away and stood up to leave.
***
Erestor was working later than usual. When he finally shut his office door behind him, he hurried to the library to get a book for the night. Lord Elrond’s chief counsellor and close friend entered the library when he noticed his lord reading a scroll at a desk. He tiptoed closer so as not to disturb the brunette. He furrowed his brows when he leaned over Elrond’s shoulder, learning that he was reading up on the Laws and Customs Among the Eldar.
“I know you’re there,” Elrond announced.
Erestor drew in a sudden breath. “I didn’t mean to intrude, my lord.”
Elrond put down the scroll before he turned around, smiling at his counsellor. “You’re working late again.”
“I had a few things to complete before the next alliance meeting, my lord.”
“Sit down.”
Erestor did as he was told. He folded his hands in front of him on the table. “Anything the matter, Lord Elrond?”
“Do you believe in these laws of the Eldar?” Elrond tapped on the scroll before he slid it over to the dark-haired.
“I believe that one should not be promiscuous and that one can love more than once.”
Elrond nodded slowly. “So, if someone were to make advances, you would think they’re promiscuous?”
Erestor narrowed his eyes, smiling. “Hopping from one lover to the next is promiscuous. It has nothing to do with whether someone is interested in me.”
“Ah. I see.” The brunette gazed into dark eyes. “Are you seeing someone, Erestor?”
The dark-headed elf furrowed his brows. “I’m not, my lord.”
“Would you think I’m promiscuous if I were to ask you to stroll with me in the gardens after the alliance meeting tomorrow?”
Erestor’s breathing hitched. He gaped at his lord, not saying a word. When he finally came to his senses, his eyes fluttered a few times before he replied with a nod.
“Is that a, yes?” Elrond snorted.
The counsellor’s face flushed as he lowered his eyes. “It will be an honour to walk with you, my lord.”
The Lord of Imladris rose to his feet before he took the scrolls and rolled them up. “I’m looking forward to it.” He dipped his head.
“I will put that away for you, my lord.”
“Elrond. Please call me Elrond when we’re alone.”
Erestor’s face flushed again when he took the scrolls from his lord. “Very well… Elrond.”
The brunette dipped his head again, smiling before he turned, heading towards the door.
The dark-haired elf clung to the scrolls in his arms as he watched the lord exit the library. He winced, not realising what exactly had happened just now before he walked to the back of the library to put the scrolls away.
Was his lord courting him? Why else would Lord Elrond ask him, Erestor, to accompany him through the gardens?
Erestor shook his head as he walked up and down the shelves searching for a book to read. His eyes fell on a book, Beren and Lúthien, a Love story. He smiled when he removed the book from the shelf. This was what he needed. A true love story.
He read the first two pages, and when he turned the third page, his eye caught a shadow hunching next to the royal quarters.
The elf walked closer to the window. He gasped when he recognised the figure, looking around before it scurried further until it reached the quarters of the High King and entered.
Erestor chuckled. “It seems there is more than one who desires the pleasures of the flesh,” he muttered as he turned around to get his book.
After Erestor grabbed his book, he left the library. He grinned while walking to his quarters, thinking of the High King of Lindon, he saw lurking in the shadows. Where was he coming from? Whom did he visit?
He unlocked his door and entered his living room. He’d have to keep an eye on the High King and see who he would be more than friendly to during the alliance meeting.
The counsellor took a long, hot bath.
After he made himself a cup of tea, he reclined on his bed with the book.
It wasn’t long before he fell into slumber, dreaming of shadows, gardens and intimate relations.
When Erestor woke that morning, he jumped out of bed.
He rushed through his morning routine. He had to get to the dining hall first. He had to find out where the High King Gilgalad was last night. Who did he visit?
He hurried out of his quarters just in time to see lord Elrond and the High King Elendil enter the dining hall. He slowed down his pace so as not to draw attention to himself.
When Erestor entered the dining hall, he glanced at the royal table, noticing Lord Elrond, High King Elendil, and two other elf lords seated there. He dipped his head and smiled when Elrond met his gaze.
The counsellor usually sat with his back to the royal table, but today he changed seats. He had to face the table. He had to see with whom the High King of Lindon was friendlier than the rest.
Erestor drew a sudden breath when High King Gil-galad entered the dining hall, accompanied by King Oropher. Was he visiting the King of the Woodland Realm?
He kept his eye on the royal table. All the kings and lords were now seated. The waiters poured rounds of wine and juice while the lords served themselves with food.
Lord Gilgalad was friendly to everyone at his table.
Erestor raised a brow. Wait a minute, the High King sat next to King Oropher. On other mornings, they sat opposite each other.
The dark-haired grinned. King Oropher was extra friendly with the High King this morning.
Erestor finished his juice. Pleased with himself, he poured a goblet half with wine. He glanced one more time at the two kings before he chugged the wine down his throat.
What would Lord Elrond say if he were to find out?
But then again… Erestor smirked. The Lord had asked him to accompany him to the gardens tonight.