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ernilen - my prince

pen velui - lovely one

pen vaelui - lustful one

pen iaur - ancient one

pen neth - young one

melin chen - I love you

melin chen, bevae - I love you, too

melethen - my love

aniron han - I desire it

Lu Vinui: First Love

Beta: Ilye

chapter ten

Imladris, Iavas - 1940 of the Second Age

Thranduil pulled Glorfindel through the Seneschal's chamber door. They were both breathless from the hours they had spent dancing in the main hall. The Prince was to set out for the Great Greenwood on the morrow and Lord Elrond had held a large feast in the royal's honor. It was only when Ithil had passed the highest point in the night sky that Thranduil had gently taken Glorfindel by the hand and slipped quietly away from the festivities.

Now they stood face to face, drenched in the pale light from the moon. Glorfindel cupped Thranduil's face with his hands and kissed him sweetly. After a lingering moment, Thranduil pulled back and smiled sadly at his lover.

"Twenty years, Glorfindel. Am I still a passing fancy to you?"

Glorfindel chuckled. "No, ernilen. You were never a passing fancy to me." The Elda brushed a tress of golden hair from Thranduil's face and sighed heavily. "I shall miss you."

Thranduil entwined his fingers with Glorfindel's, looking at their hands. "What now, my Lord?"

Glorfindel regarded the downcast eyes of his Prince and cocked his head quizzically. "What do you mean?"

The Sinda pulled away from Glorfindel and went to stand by the balcony doors. He had made a home in Imladris and he was loath to leave it. "Will you forget me as soon as I pass out of Imladris' borders?"

The Seneschal crossed the space separating them in three long strides and turned Thranduil to him sharply. "You think so little of me? Twenty years is no mere affair, even for those of us who do not mark the passing of time as Men do."

"I will go back to Greenwood. You will remain in Imladris," Thranduil stated in a dead tone.

"That does not have to be the end of us, pen velui," Glorfindel whispered, his lips ghosting over Thranduil's cheek. "We do not have to end."

Thranduil's eyes fluttered closed, his voice hitching when Glorfindel's hands slid down his sides. "Do we not?" he murmured, his lips brushing against Glorfindel's.

"No." Glorfindel stopped any further comments from his young lover by covering the Sinda's lips with his own, teasing Thranduil's lips apart and thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern. Glorfindel had never tasted one as sweet as his Prince and he could lose himself for hours simply kissing the Wood Elf.

Thranduil opened himself to the Elda, wrapping his arms around Glorfindel's neck and pulling their bodies closer together. Glorfindel slowly moved them to the large bed they had shared for two decades and gently lowered the blond Prince to the mattress. Only then did the Seneschal release the Sinda's lips. Glorfindel looked down at the beauty spread before him, the younger Elf's emerald eyes bright with passion. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever beheld," he whispered.

"Glorfindel, we must talk of what will happen when Anor-- Oh!" Thranduil arched up against Glorfindel as the Elda suckled on the tender skin under his ear. He lost any sense of coherency when the Elda quickly removed the Prince's shirt, exposing Thranduil's chest to his questing hands.

"Hush, ernilen," Glorfindel teased, his hot breath against Thranduil's sensitive ear causing the younger Elf to shiver. The Seneschal dragged his tongue along the outside edge of Thranduil's ear, gently biting the pointed tip when he reached it. He would miss the feel of Thranduil against him as he was at this moment, but he pushed the melancholy thoughts aside and concentrated on his lover. "I am going to possess you this night, Thranduil," he said against the shell of the Prince's ear. "I am going to ensure you do not forget me."

Thranduil wanted to protest, to tell the Balrog-slayer that he could never forget what he had shared with him, but the words died in his throat when Glorfindel's hands untied his leggings. As the fabric was parted and his arousal was exposed, Glorfindel began leaving tiny marks along the column of the Sinda's neck with his teeth. Thranduil squirmed and raised his hands to touch the Elda.

Glorfindel grasped the young Elf's wrists in his hands and smiled down at the shocked green eyes. "Nay." He released Thranduil's wrists and went back to his task, slowly tasting all of Thranduil's exposed skin. He drew his tongue over one of the Prince's nipples, leaving a slick trail around it, and blew a cool breath over the hot flesh. Thranduil whimpered and pressed against Glorfindel's body, bringing his hands up to stroke the Elda's sides. Once more, Glorfindel stopped his progress and shook his head. "Very well, ernilen."

Thranduil watched Glorfindel stand from the bed and walk to the wardrobe. His lover rummaged in the darkness of the drawers for a few moments before giving a cry of triumph before he closed the doors and returned to the bedside. Thranduil felt a tremor of anticipation course through him when he looked up into the dark eyes that now held a mischievous glint in them. "Glorfindel?" he asked the silent figure hovering above him.

"If you will not do as instructed, then I shall have to take more drastic measures." Before Thranduil could get a sound of protest from his mouth, Glorfindel had his hands bound securely to the headboard with a long silken sash from one of the Seneschal's robes. "There. Now you have no choice but to cooperate, pen vaelui."

The Sinda tugged experimentally at his bonds and found that he could not pull free. His heart sped within his breast and his cock twitched at his helpless position. This was a new game Glorfindel was playing and Thranduil felt a pang of regret that they would not be reversing their roles anytime soon.

Glorfindel's brow furrowed and his mouth, so used to smiling, tipped down at the corners. "Thranduil? Do you not wish to play this game?"

"Nay, it is all right, pen iaur," Thranduil assured. "I was just thinking of what the morning--" Glorfindel leaned in and thrust his tongue into Thranduil's open mouth, stifling his statement. Thranduil moaned into the assault and unconsciously tugged at the silk that held him in place.

Glorfindel withdrew from Thranduil's swollen lips and moved back down the lithe body of the archer. He did not know how long he could draw the moment out; his need to possess the golden Prince was setting his blood aflame even as it slowly consumed him. Glorfindel settled between Thranduil's parted thighs, removed the Prince's boots and slid Thranduil's leggings off. Once the Prince was bared completely to him, Glorfindel sighed and smiled lovingly down at the flushed, eager face of his lover before standing.

The Elda quickly divested himself of his formal robes and trousers, and stood before the prone body of his Prince. "Do you like what you see, ernilen?" he asked, stroking his own length with sure hands.

Thranduil shuddered visibly, his eyes at half-mast, as he watched the Seneschal pleasure himself. "Aye," he whispered raggedly. Thranduil licked his dry lips when he saw a bead of clear fluid form on the rosy tip of Glorfindel's cock.

Glorfindel smiled broadly as a particularly inventive position entered his mind. "You wish to taste me, pen vaelui?" The only response Glorfindel received was a slight nod of the golden head. "Very well. But, first..." The Seneschal went back to his wardrobe and retrieved two more silk lengths of fabric. Thranduil's eyes went wide when his lover came to stand at the foot of the bed.

Thranduil swallowed visibly. "What are those for?" Thranduil did not think he could become any harder, his shaft leaking fluid freely with his unspent desire.

"Well," Glorfindel began as he wrapped one of the silk scarves around Thranduil's ankle. "I cannot have you bucking and kicking while I have my way with you." Glorfindel raised his eyes from his task and winked at the Prince. He made short work of restraining the Sinda's legs and stood back to admire his work. "What would your father say if he saw you now, pen neth?" he asked, smirking while he crawled onto the bed, straddling the younger Elf's waist.

The Wood Elf grinned at the Elf-lord. "I'll be sure to ask him when I see him one week hence."

Glorfindel resumed stroking himself as he crept up Thranduil's body. "Though I do love listening to you speak, ernilen," he said, he voice hoarse with passion, "I can think of another way for me to... enjoy your sweet mouth."

Thranduil could feel the gentle brush of Glorfindel's mind against his, like someone drawing a feather along his skin. The Balrog-slayer had a fascinating ability to project his own thoughts as well as glean the Prince's when Thranduil permitted him. Thranduil had been shocked the first time it happened, but now he opened himself easily to his lover and instantly saw what Glorfindel desired of him. He lifted his head and the warrior slid a thick pillow behind it.

The Elf-lord kept the link between himself and the younger Elf open as he positioned himself across Thranduil's chest, bearing most of his weight on his knees. Glorfindel grasped the headboard with one hand and held his shaft in the other. His indigo eyes never left Thranduil's sage-colored orbs as he gradually fed his rigid arousal into the Sinda's open and willing mouth. Glorfindel let out a long groan as he thrust forward experimentally, keeping himself aware of Thranduil's thoughts as he took Thranduil's mouth.

The Prince took measured breaths, doing his best to relax his throat to accommodate Glorfindel's ample length. He tasted the salty essence of his lover and kept his eyes schooled on Glorfindel's features. Slowly, both Elves became accustomed to the position and to the depth Glorfindel could thrust. When Thranduil could take Glorfindel in completely, Thranduil watched Glorfindel close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure of the moment.

Glorfindel tried to maintain a steady tempo, one that allowed Thranduil the comfort of a languid pace, but he could not keep his gentle momentum for long, and began to forcefully plunge into Thranduil's mouth. Thranduil's thoughts became a distant murmur in his mind, all concern for his young lover fleeing in the wake of his desire.

Thranduil clenched his hands, his arms straining at his bonds, and he fought the panic that threatened to ruin the experience for Glorfindel. He kept his thoughts calm and opened his jaw further, no longer trying to suck or lick the hard flesh that claimed his mouth so roughly with short, fast thrusts. The Sinda listened with growing arousal to the Elda's pants of delight. It did not take long before the Prince felt Glorfindel's cock swell, signaling the Elf-lord's imminent release.

Glorfindel gritted his teeth and looked down at his lover, slowing his pace and withdrawing almost completely from Thranduil's mouth. He lingered with the tip of his cock resting just inside the Sinda's lips and groaned deeply when Thranduil suckled the sensitive head. "Yes," he hissed, his eyes never leaving the archer's glistening lips as he slid back into the slick heat of the Elf-prince's mouth. He could feel his groin tighten and the tingling sensation begin; his body tensed as he made one last, long thrust. Glorfindel threw his head back and buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed while Thranduil swallowed greedily.

Panting in his spent passion, Glorfindel slowly came back to himself and sensed Thranduil's discomfort through the mental link. He brought his gaze back down to the dark, glazed eyes of the younger Elf and smiled with satisfaction as he slid his sated member from Thranduil's bruised mouth. "That was lovely, ernilen," he said quietly, leaning down to kiss the last traces of his release from the Prince's lips. "Now, would you like relief from your..." He chuckled and looked over his shoulder to the dark, steadily weeping column of unrelieved need, "...condition?"

Thranduil could not speak, but nodded dumbly. His thoughts centered on the throbbing in his loins. He wanted to bury himself within the tight confines of Glorfindel's body and he sent the mental image to his lover. Over the years, they had settled into certain roles in their sexual relationship and Thranduil was happy to be on the receiving end of their lovemaking. There were times he or Glorfindel desired a reversal of those roles, and this last night he was to spend with his lover was one of those occasions.

Glorfindel's breath quickened slightly with the graphic imagery Thranduil sent to him, and he could not deny the Prince. He never could. The Seneschal reached into their bedside drawer and retrieved a phial of thick oil. "Is this what you want?" Glorfindel shifted his position so that he hovered above Thranduil's heated length. He did not wait for an answer, but removed the stopper from the phial and dripped the cool liquid over Thranduil's erection.

The Prince closed his eyes and let his head fall back, moaning loudly when Glorfindel's fingers finally made contact with his needy flesh. He could not stop himself from arching into the touch that was as light as a feather, using only enough pressure to lubricate his cock. Thranduil opened his eyes slightly when Glorfindel ceased touching him and watched with lustful eyes as the Elda prepared himself for Thranduil's girth. The Sinda trembled, watching as three fingers slid easily into the tight passage of Glorfindel's body and the Seneschal let out a sharp cry. "Please... Glorfindel..." he whimpered.

The Elf-lord chuckled and took pity on his neglected lover. He grasped Thranduil's length in his hand and lowered himself onto the thick shaft, taking a moment to adjust to the incredibly full feeling he always felt when he allowed Thranduil to have him.

Thranduil could not stay his hips and immediately tried to thrust up into the slippery channel, but soon realized that, with his legs bound as they were, he was at Glorfindel's utter mercy. The Prince was soon lost to Glorfindel's movement; the Elda shifted steadily atop of him, impaling himself again and again. Thranduil was being driven ever closer to his peak, and the Prince knew he had never felt so much love for a being as he did for the vision of beauty that mastered his body and heart like Glorfindel did.

When his orgasm overtook him, Thranduil cried Glorfindel's name. His release was intensified by the sight of the Elda's blue orbs watching him intently. He pumped himself into the pulsing passage, every muscle in his body tight and strained. Glorfindel leaned in and kissed his lover's closed eyes, whispering words of devotion and approval as Thranduil's body uncoiled and his breathing calmed from short staccato bursts to deep pants.

Thranduil did not know when Glorfindel untied his bonds, massaging the red marks left behind by the fabric. He came back to himself only when Glorfindel was dimming the lamps, slipping into bed beside the exhausted Prince. Thranduil pressed himself against the solid warmth of Glorfindel's body and rested his head on the Seneschal's shoulder. Long moments passed before either spoke.

"Melin chen, Thranduil," Glorfindel murmured against the golden locks of Thranduil's head. "I think I have since the moment we first lay together."

The Wood Elf smiled broadly, snuggling closer to his lover, fighting the childish tears that formed in his eyes at the admission. "Melin chen, bevae."

Glorfindel gently grabbed Thranduil's chin and forced the younger Elf to look at him. "I do not say such words lightly, melethen, and I have only said them once before. I wish to swear to you that I will be true to us; that I would have you for all time, if you so desire."

Thranduil's heart pounded and his ears rang. For a moment he forgot to breathe. He then brought his lips to Glorfindel's in a chaste kiss before answering his lover. "Aniron han, Glorfindel."


	Navigation multi-part stories previous Translations ernilen - my prince pen velui - lovely one pen vaelui - lustful one pen iaur - ancient one pen neth - young one melin chen - I love you melin chen, bevae - I love you, too melethen - my love aniron han - I desire it		Lu Vinui: First Love Beta: Ilye chapter ten Imladris, Iavas - 1940 of the Second Age Thranduil pulled Glorfindel through the Seneschal's chamber door. They were both breathless from the hours they had spent dancing in the main hall. The Prince was to set out for the Great Greenwood on the morrow and Lord Elrond had held a large feast in the royal's honor. It was only when Ithil had passed the highest point in the night sky that Thranduil had gently taken Glorfindel by the hand and slipped quietly away from the festivities. Now they stood face to face, drenched in the pale light from the moon. Glorfindel cupped Thranduil's face with his hands and kissed him sweetly. After a lingering moment, Thranduil pulled back and smiled sadly at his lover. "Twenty years, Glorfindel. Am I still a passing fancy to you?" Glorfindel chuckled. "No, ernilen. You were never a passing fancy to me." The Elda brushed a tress of golden hair from Thranduil's face and sighed heavily. "I shall miss you." Thranduil entwined his fingers with Glorfindel's, looking at their hands. "What now, my Lord?" Glorfindel regarded the downcast eyes of his Prince and cocked his head quizzically. "What do you mean?" The Sinda pulled away from Glorfindel and went to stand by the balcony doors. He had made a home in Imladris and he was loath to leave it. "Will you forget me as soon as I pass out of Imladris' borders?" The Seneschal crossed the space separating them in three long strides and turned Thranduil to him sharply. "You think so little of me? Twenty years is no mere affair, even for those of us who do not mark the passing of time as Men do." "I will go back to Greenwood. You will remain in Imladris," Thranduil stated in a dead tone. "That does not have to be the end of us, pen velui," Glorfindel whispered, his lips ghosting over Thranduil's cheek. "We do not have to end." Thranduil's eyes fluttered closed, his voice hitching when Glorfindel's hands slid down his sides. "Do we not?" he murmured, his lips brushing against Glorfindel's. "No." Glorfindel stopped any further comments from his young lover by covering the Sinda's lips with his own, teasing Thranduil's lips apart and thrusting his tongue into the warm cavern. Glorfindel had never tasted one as sweet as his Prince and he could lose himself for hours simply kissing the Wood Elf. Thranduil opened himself to the Elda, wrapping his arms around Glorfindel's neck and pulling their bodies closer together. Glorfindel slowly moved them to the large bed they had shared for two decades and gently lowered the blond Prince to the mattress. Only then did the Seneschal release the Sinda's lips. Glorfindel looked down at the beauty spread before him, the younger Elf's emerald eyes bright with passion. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever beheld," he whispered. "Glorfindel, we must talk of what will happen when Anor-- Oh!" Thranduil arched up against Glorfindel as the Elda suckled on the tender skin under his ear. He lost any sense of coherency when the Elda quickly removed the Prince's shirt, exposing Thranduil's chest to his questing hands. "Hush, ernilen," Glorfindel teased, his hot breath against Thranduil's sensitive ear causing the younger Elf to shiver. The Seneschal dragged his tongue along the outside edge of Thranduil's ear, gently biting the pointed tip when he reached it. He would miss the feel of Thranduil against him as he was at this moment, but he pushed the melancholy thoughts aside and concentrated on his lover. "I am going to possess you this night, Thranduil," he said against the shell of the Prince's ear. "I am going to ensure you do not forget me." Thranduil wanted to protest, to tell the Balrog-slayer that he could never forget what he had shared with him, but the words died in his throat when Glorfindel's hands untied his leggings. As the fabric was parted and his arousal was exposed, Glorfindel began leaving tiny marks along the column of the Sinda's neck with his teeth. Thranduil squirmed and raised his hands to touch the Elda. Glorfindel grasped the young Elf's wrists in his hands and smiled down at the shocked green eyes. "Nay." He released Thranduil's wrists and went back to his task, slowly tasting all of Thranduil's exposed skin. He drew his tongue over one of the Prince's nipples, leaving a slick trail around it, and blew a cool breath over the hot flesh. Thranduil whimpered and pressed against Glorfindel's body, bringing his hands up to stroke the Elda's sides. Once more, Glorfindel stopped his progress and shook his head. "Very well, ernilen." Thranduil watched Glorfindel stand from the bed and walk to the wardrobe. His lover rummaged in the darkness of the drawers for a few moments before giving a cry of triumph before he closed the doors and returned to the bedside. Thranduil felt a tremor of anticipation course through him when he looked up into the dark eyes that now held a mischievous glint in them. "Glorfindel?" he asked the silent figure hovering above him. "If you will not do as instructed, then I shall have to take more drastic measures." Before Thranduil could get a sound of protest from his mouth, Glorfindel had his hands bound securely to the headboard with a long silken sash from one of the Seneschal's robes. "There. Now you have no choice but to cooperate, pen vaelui." The Sinda tugged experimentally at his bonds and found that he could not pull free. His heart sped within his breast and his cock twitched at his helpless position. This was a new game Glorfindel was playing and Thranduil felt a pang of regret that they would not be reversing their roles anytime soon. Glorfindel's brow furrowed and his mouth, so used to smiling, tipped down at the corners. "Thranduil? Do you not wish to play this game?" "Nay, it is all right, pen iaur," Thranduil assured. "I was just thinking of what the morning--" Glorfindel leaned in and thrust his tongue into Thranduil's open mouth, stifling his statement. Thranduil moaned into the assault and unconsciously tugged at the silk that held him in place. Glorfindel withdrew from Thranduil's swollen lips and moved back down the lithe body of the archer. He did not know how long he could draw the moment out; his need to possess the golden Prince was setting his blood aflame even as it slowly consumed him. Glorfindel settled between Thranduil's parted thighs, removed the Prince's boots and slid Thranduil's leggings off. Once the Prince was bared completely to him, Glorfindel sighed and smiled lovingly down at the flushed, eager face of his lover before standing. The Elda quickly divested himself of his formal robes and trousers, and stood before the prone body of his Prince. "Do you like what you see, ernilen?" he asked, stroking his own length with sure hands. Thranduil shuddered visibly, his eyes at half-mast, as he watched the Seneschal pleasure himself. "Aye," he whispered raggedly. Thranduil licked his dry lips when he saw a bead of clear fluid form on the rosy tip of Glorfindel's cock. Glorfindel smiled broadly as a particularly inventive position entered his mind. "You wish to taste me, pen vaelui?" The only response Glorfindel received was a slight nod of the golden head. "Very well. But, first..." The Seneschal went back to his wardrobe and retrieved two more silk lengths of fabric. Thranduil's eyes went wide when his lover came to stand at the foot of the bed. Thranduil swallowed visibly. "What are those for?" Thranduil did not think he could become any harder, his shaft leaking fluid freely with his unspent desire. "Well," Glorfindel began as he wrapped one of the silk scarves around Thranduil's ankle. "I cannot have you bucking and kicking while I have my way with you." Glorfindel raised his eyes from his task and winked at the Prince. He made short work of restraining the Sinda's legs and stood back to admire his work. "What would your father say if he saw you now, pen neth?" he asked, smirking while he crawled onto the bed, straddling the younger Elf's waist. The Wood Elf grinned at the Elf-lord. "I'll be sure to ask him when I see him one week hence." Glorfindel resumed stroking himself as he crept up Thranduil's body. "Though I do love listening to you speak, ernilen," he said, he voice hoarse with passion, "I can think of another way for me to... enjoy your sweet mouth." Thranduil could feel the gentle brush of Glorfindel's mind against his, like someone drawing a feather along his skin. The Balrog-slayer had a fascinating ability to project his own thoughts as well as glean the Prince's when Thranduil permitted him. Thranduil had been shocked the first time it happened, but now he opened himself easily to his lover and instantly saw what Glorfindel desired of him. He lifted his head and the warrior slid a thick pillow behind it. The Elf-lord kept the link between himself and the younger Elf open as he positioned himself across Thranduil's chest, bearing most of his weight on his knees. Glorfindel grasped the headboard with one hand and held his shaft in the other. His indigo eyes never left Thranduil's sage-colored orbs as he gradually fed his rigid arousal into the Sinda's open and willing mouth. Glorfindel let out a long groan as he thrust forward experimentally, keeping himself aware of Thranduil's thoughts as he took Thranduil's mouth. The Prince took measured breaths, doing his best to relax his throat to accommodate Glorfindel's ample length. He tasted the salty essence of his lover and kept his eyes schooled on Glorfindel's features. Slowly, both Elves became accustomed to the position and to the depth Glorfindel could thrust. When Thranduil could take Glorfindel in completely, Thranduil watched Glorfindel close his eyes and lose himself in the pleasure of the moment. Glorfindel tried to maintain a steady tempo, one that allowed Thranduil the comfort of a languid pace, but he could not keep his gentle momentum for long, and began to forcefully plunge into Thranduil's mouth. Thranduil's thoughts became a distant murmur in his mind, all concern for his young lover fleeing in the wake of his desire. Thranduil clenched his hands, his arms straining at his bonds, and he fought the panic that threatened to ruin the experience for Glorfindel. He kept his thoughts calm and opened his jaw further, no longer trying to suck or lick the hard flesh that claimed his mouth so roughly with short, fast thrusts. The Sinda listened with growing arousal to the Elda's pants of delight. It did not take long before the Prince felt Glorfindel's cock swell, signaling the Elf-lord's imminent release. Glorfindel gritted his teeth and looked down at his lover, slowing his pace and withdrawing almost completely from Thranduil's mouth. He lingered with the tip of his cock resting just inside the Sinda's lips and groaned deeply when Thranduil suckled the sensitive head. "Yes," he hissed, his eyes never leaving the archer's glistening lips as he slid back into the slick heat of the Elf-prince's mouth. He could feel his groin tighten and the tingling sensation begin; his body tensed as he made one last, long thrust. Glorfindel threw his head back and buried himself to the hilt, spilling his seed while Thranduil swallowed greedily. Panting in his spent passion, Glorfindel slowly came back to himself and sensed Thranduil's discomfort through the mental link. He brought his gaze back down to the dark, glazed eyes of the younger Elf and smiled with satisfaction as he slid his sated member from Thranduil's bruised mouth. "That was lovely, ernilen," he said quietly, leaning down to kiss the last traces of his release from the Prince's lips. "Now, would you like relief from your..." He chuckled and looked over his shoulder to the dark, steadily weeping column of unrelieved need, "...condition?" Thranduil could not speak, but nodded dumbly. His thoughts centered on the throbbing in his loins. He wanted to bury himself within the tight confines of Glorfindel's body and he sent the mental image to his lover. Over the years, they had settled into certain roles in their sexual relationship and Thranduil was happy to be on the receiving end of their lovemaking. There were times he or Glorfindel desired a reversal of those roles, and this last night he was to spend with his lover was one of those occasions. Glorfindel's breath quickened slightly with the graphic imagery Thranduil sent to him, and he could not deny the Prince. He never could. The Seneschal reached into their bedside drawer and retrieved a phial of thick oil. "Is this what you want?" Glorfindel shifted his position so that he hovered above Thranduil's heated length. He did not wait for an answer, but removed the stopper from the phial and dripped the cool liquid over Thranduil's erection. The Prince closed his eyes and let his head fall back, moaning loudly when Glorfindel's fingers finally made contact with his needy flesh. He could not stop himself from arching into the touch that was as light as a feather, using only enough pressure to lubricate his cock. Thranduil opened his eyes slightly when Glorfindel ceased touching him and watched with lustful eyes as the Elda prepared himself for Thranduil's girth. The Sinda trembled, watching as three fingers slid easily into the tight passage of Glorfindel's body and the Seneschal let out a sharp cry. "Please... Glorfindel..." he whimpered. The Elf-lord chuckled and took pity on his neglected lover. He grasped Thranduil's length in his hand and lowered himself onto the thick shaft, taking a moment to adjust to the incredibly full feeling he always felt when he allowed Thranduil to have him. Thranduil could not stay his hips and immediately tried to thrust up into the slippery channel, but soon realized that, with his legs bound as they were, he was at Glorfindel's utter mercy. The Prince was soon lost to Glorfindel's movement; the Elda shifted steadily atop of him, impaling himself again and again. Thranduil was being driven ever closer to his peak, and the Prince knew he had never felt so much love for a being as he did for the vision of beauty that mastered his body and heart like Glorfindel did. When his orgasm overtook him, Thranduil cried Glorfindel's name. His release was intensified by the sight of the Elda's blue orbs watching him intently. He pumped himself into the pulsing passage, every muscle in his body tight and strained. Glorfindel leaned in and kissed his lover's closed eyes, whispering words of devotion and approval as Thranduil's body uncoiled and his breathing calmed from short staccato bursts to deep pants. Thranduil did not know when Glorfindel untied his bonds, massaging the red marks left behind by the fabric. He came back to himself only when Glorfindel was dimming the lamps, slipping into bed beside the exhausted Prince. Thranduil pressed himself against the solid warmth of Glorfindel's body and rested his head on the Seneschal's shoulder. Long moments passed before either spoke. "Melin chen, Thranduil," Glorfindel murmured against the golden locks of Thranduil's head. "I think I have since the moment we first lay together." The Wood Elf smiled broadly, snuggling closer to his lover, fighting the childish tears that formed in his eyes at the admission. "Melin chen, bevae." Glorfindel gently grabbed Thranduil's chin and forced the younger Elf to look at him. "I do not say such words lightly, melethen, and I have only said them once before. I wish to swear to you that I will be true to us; that I would have you for all time, if you so desire." Thranduil's heart pounded and his ears rang. For a moment he forgot to breathe. He then brought his lips to Glorfindel's in a chaste kiss before answering his lover. "Aniron han, Glorfindel."