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What did Thranduil expect, though? For Elrond to call him meleth and offer him an embrace. To be called mellon and to receive a warm welcome? For Elrond to ignore the time and distance that had kept them so far apart? 

Elrond wished he could, but found himself unable to. Perhaps if Celebrian had still been there… but she had left, and that wound was too fresh. It made all Elrond’s old wounds hurt too.

“Well, that’s certainly something to look forward to,” Elrond said crisply, eyeing the elk’s retreating form. He turned back to Thranduil. “You must be tired. I’ll have Lindir prepare a room for you; would you like a drink, in the meantime?”

Thranduil kept his crestfallen feelings clear from his face and instead smiled graciously, ‘Don’t put yourself out for me, Elrond... Though a drink would be welcome, hopefully with yourself.’ He wanted to be alone with his old friend, he wanted to speak to him freely and without as many eyes.

‘I have something I need to speak to you of.’ It was the entire reason he had come, the little niggle in his mind for centuries that never let him fully rest...

His fingers twitched longingly, wanting to touch Elrond in some way, even to stroke the material of his robes, ‘I have much to say and for once I am not sure where or even how to start.’

dearestthranduil:

It truly was him. Unannounced, with his insanely possessive elk, smiling as though they hadn’t lost touch for thousands of years. Elrond’s eyes remained riveted to Thranduil’s tall form, but he still couldn’t bring himself to move.

“Your Majesty,” he said at last, mustering a calm that he did not feel. Thranduil had addressed him formally, after all. Perhaps this was a diplomatic visit. Perhaps Thranduil had finally decided to come and ask for help with his forest. Perhaps something else had happened that warranted an alliance.

Elrond finally walked down the steps, slowly and carefully. He had the distinct impression that the elk was glaring at him with murder in its eyes. “Yes, I remember all too well how possessive he is. Would you like us to find somewhere for him to sleep? Or would he prefer the woods?”

Thranduil didn’t like the formal greeting one bit, he knew they both had certain airs to put on for a public setting but it felt wrong to his ears, ‘That’s such a mouthful and I am not your king... I started it and I will finish it, Elrond.’ It seemed foolish for old friends - lovers - to use titles. ‘I think we both know your stables won’t hold him.’

No sooner had he said it that the elk circled them both, snorting at Elrond once before wandering off on his own. Thranduil grinned slightly and looked at Elrond with a tilt of his head, still resisting the urge to touch him, even something as harmless as linking arms, ‘I’d expect some tiny elk of your own come next season.’

dearestthranduil:

Life in Rivendell passed by, and to all outside observers the house was peaceful and happy. Elves sang and danced and told stories and laughed, preparing feasts and celebrating the changing of the seasons. Elrond took part in all of this, but these days his heart was seldom fully in it. What had once been true reasons to rejoice were now excuses to pass the time.

He was surrounded with friends, yet loneliness seeped into him, bringing a cold ache into his very bones. Celebrian had sailed, the twins spent their time ranging, even Arwen spent more and more time in Lothlorien. What had once been a happy home had been broken, and the threat of something dark loomed bigger and bigger in Elrond’s mind.

He was in the library when a long bray echoed through the valley. He started, leaping out of his seat without even knowing why. The braying had sounded so close, practically as though–

“My Lord,” Lindir had hurried into the library. “A rider has been spotted approaching Rivendell. He seems to be riding an elk.”

Could it be? Elrond didn’t even know what he answered Lindir, because he was too busy hurrying towards the courtyard. He tried not to give himself too much hope; it could be any envoy from Mirkwood, after all. Couldn’t it?

His legs nearly buckled when he arrived at the top of the stairs and stopped abruptly.

“Thranduil,” he murmured, gazing down at him. He probably should have added a more formal greeting to that, but his voice trailed off and refused to work anymore. Thranduil. He could hardly believe his eyes.

At the sound of his name the king straightened his back and composed himself out of habit, it took every ounce of his very being not to turn and grin at Elrond. He had a certain reputation to uphold - even here.

He lowered his hood as he turned and smiled gently to his old friend, 'Lord Elro-!' The elk chose that moment to let out another loud bray as he stamped and scraped his hoof, he swung his head, barely missing Thranduil's face. In response to this the blonde Ellon sighed and moved in front of the elk. 'Be nice or I will have you taken home.' And angry snort was his reply and the animal calmed.

Thranduil turned again to the other and stepped a little closer to the stairs, 'He's a little...possessive.'

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Taking the speechless reaction as a good thing Thranduil parted the other’s robe and let his hands slide under the hem, pushing it upwards to gain access to the skin beneath. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed Elrond’s stomach gently, nuzzling him with his nose and stroking his hands down to his hips. Elrond’s scent filled the prince’s nose, an appreciative whine escaped him before he could cover it by kissing more of the other’s deliciously warm skin.

Elrond wouldn’t be able to observe him properly like this, Thranduil could feel himself hidden enough that he didn’t have to worry about losing his precious illusion, he would be able to please his lover and not feel so exposed. He would be content to please Elrond, to kiss him, to run his tongue along the curve of his stomach and to give a playful bite every now and then.

A small strangled sound escaped Elrond’s throat as Thranduil knelt before him. His hands were so warm on Elrond’s flesh, and his nose and lips pressing against his stomach made gooseflesh spread all across Elrond’s skin.

He understood, through the haze of desire that was filling his mind, that Thranduil was hiding beneath his tunic so as not to be seen. And so he threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaning softly under Thranduil’s tongue and teeth. He felt himself, hard and heavy and hot, swelling slowly beneath his breeches.

“You feel so good,” he mumbled, his voice thick with need.

He flattened his tongue against the little goosebumps and dragged it from navel to left hip, grinning to himself as he peeked upward. He’d forgotten how wonderful it was to tease Elrond, to have this little piece of control over someone with the littlest of touches. ‘I’ve hardly started.’

‘What will happen...’ Thranduil murmured close enough for his breath to be felt against his lover’s clothed crotch, ‘When I touch you here?’ Delicate fingers whispered against the other’s thighs, close enough but not touching where the ellon so needed it. He could tease for hours if the mood took him, content to drive the other mad. ‘Maybe I won’t?’

Thranduil opened the door to the room and looked inside, he would have settled for a broom cupboard but this would work too. He caught hold of Elrond’s wrist and pulled him in, ‘You’re the biggest temptation in all the world and I’m powerless against it.’ Elrond likely thought him to be going bad with the way he was behaving - even Thranduil didn’t know what was going through his mind.

He pushed the other against the nearest wall gently, pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw whilst his nimble fingers worked the fastenings of Elrond’s clothes. ‘I had a thought. Just because I have an aversion to being touched so intimately doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.’ His mouth moved a little lower, down the lord’s neck and further to his chest, ‘I may be a little out of practice.’

“Oh.”

That sounded absolutely stupid, but it was all that came to Elrond’s mind at that moment. Thranduil was pushing him up against a wall and his lips were hot on his skin, and he was unfastening Elrond’s clothes. Those were the only things Elrond could think about at the moment, that and the rhythmic gallop of his heart.

“You… this… good idea,” he managed to say weakly, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of Thranduil’s mouth on his chest. He longed to stroke his hair and shoulders, but thought better of it and placed his hands palms open, pressing hard against the stone wall. His knees didn’t feel particularly stable.

Taking the speechless reaction as a good thing Thranduil parted the other’s robe and let his hands slide under the hem, pushing it upwards to gain access to the skin beneath. He lowered himself to his knees and kissed Elrond’s stomach gently, nuzzling him with his nose and stroking his hands down to his hips. Elrond’s scent filled the prince’s nose, an appreciative whine escaped him before he could cover it by kissing more of the other’s deliciously warm skin.

Elrond wouldn’t be able to observe him properly like this, Thranduil could feel himself hidden enough that he didn’t have to worry about losing his precious illusion, he would be able to please his lover and not feel so exposed. He would be content to please Elrond, to kiss him, to run his tongue along the curve of his stomach and to give a playful bite every now and then.

He sobered a little more, not upset at all by the innuendo but wary - every part of him wanted to respond flirtatiously, wanted to lower his lashes and lower his voice. He only doubted his ability to follow through. ‘I’d protect you from him…you’re too precious to me to become decoration.’

He picked up a new berry of his own, eating it in a similar manner as before, again with little thought - though his head was full of thoughts. He wanted to be with Elrond, craved the peredhel’s heat and touch. He just couldn’t trust himself not to shy away…

Swallowing the berry with his eyes glued blankly to the table, Thranduil suddenly inhaled, a stray though crossing his mind and then he was up on his feet with a serious expression. ‘Follow me. Without delay, Elrond.’ His voice held all the princely authority he could muster, no hint of what he wanted as he walked out of the room and into the hallway, searching for an empty room.

Elrond smiled, a genuine warm smile. Any such words from Thranduil tended to have that effect on him. “Thank you,” he said softly, watching Thranduil toy with another berry between his lips. Did he have any idea what that was doing to him?

The change of tone was abrupt, and very swiftly snapped Elrond out of his daydream. He made no answer, simply obeying Thranduil. This sounded rather ominous, and bothering his lover with questions might destabilise him. He noticed that Thranduil was looking for an empty room, and suggested one a few paces further. It was a guest chamber, and while it hadn’t been done up for anyone, it was very clearly empty.

Thranduil opened the door to the room and looked inside, he would have settled for a broom cupboard but this would work too. He caught hold of Elrond’s wrist and pulled him in, ‘You’re the biggest temptation in all the world and I’m powerless against it.’ Elrond likely thought him to be going bad with the way he was behaving - even Thranduil didn’t know what was going through his mind.

He pushed the other against the nearest wall gently, pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw whilst his nimble fingers worked the fastenings of Elrond’s clothes. ‘I had a thought. Just because I have an aversion to being touched so intimately doesn’t mean I can’t touch you.’ His mouth moved a little lower, down the lord’s neck and further to his chest, ‘I may be a little out of practice.’