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Life had taken a most strange turn as of late.
You weren’t entirely sure what had happened. You knew that you had ventured out with your meager stock of home-made jams and juices along with a few others from your small settlement to trade at the closest town market.. And you remembered being stumbled upon by a group of bandits interspersed with creatures of absolute horror, Orcs.
You had been absolutely terrified and more than one person had already laid in pieces – You could recollect that unfortunately – But then someone had knocked you about the head and you had awoken at a campsite in an unfamiliar forest, and in the company of.. Elves.
You’d never seen any before, and found that they were almost human looking excepting that there was an unnatural symmetry to their features and a general air of being other. It was quite unsettling. They also spoke in their own tongue which any other day might have been interesting, but on this day all it did was increase your alarm at your general situation.
Once you had managed to calm down after an initial bout of panic, a stern but kind elf – Elrond, had introduced himself and his party in westron and told you that they had come upon the raid and were now on their way to Imladris - or Rivendell in the common tongue. Rivendell! An elven town!
You had known that elves and elven settlements existed, of course. Just.. It had always been distant fantasies, like the fairytales your grandmother used to tell when you were little.
Elrond continued speaking in calm assertive tones and you learned that you had been out cold for two days before waking. He told you that there had been no other survivors from the attack, and since the elves had no knowledge about your affiliations they had treated your injuries as best they could and had then taken you with them.
This in turn meant that you had traveled a considerable distance from your home, and having no other viable options for the time being you would arrive with them at their destination (Though Elrond had assured you that they would help make arrangements for your return to your own town when possible.)
He was a charming one, you thought wryly as you let your eyes rest on his sharp features in what you hoped was a discreet fashion.
A leader through and through, strong, intimidating in his own way but with a gentle disposition none the less. Well loved by his people most likely.
Your second time talking with an elf was much less pleasant.
This one was stunningly pretty in a way that made you think of fresh snow caught in brisk whirls of wind and wild things and you had no idea how you could have missed his presence in the group thus far.
You and your new travelmates had come upon a pack – That was what they had called it, a pack of Orcs.
The elves had mobilized in a heartbeat and you had never seen such a thing before. All fluid grace and deadly movement, Elrond and the light haired one twirled and slashed in tandem and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen right until limbs and bodily fluids started parting ways with their hosts.
You gagged and tried to make yourself as small and invisible as possible while the carnage progressed. Even with the horror of it there was no way not to watch, what impossible and terrible elegance.
“Humans.” The blonde elf had scoffed appearing by you suddenly, rudely interrupting your valiant efforts to keep your lunch down.
“Though with your stature, I cannot be certain that you are not a dwarf.” He had practically snarled the last bit and the black blood splattered liberally on his person made him particularly intimidating.
“Well excuse me if I offend your delicate sensibilities!” You spat after a moment of silent gaping, this was immediately followed by a scream at another creature approaching. A swirl of silken robes and long hair and a metallic swish landed a decapitated head by your feet and you promptly lost the battle with your lunch.
Arriving in the peaceful village of Rivendell was a relief beyond words. Arriving in any kind of town likely would have been, but this one held such breathtaking beauty and there was an atmosphere of utter peace.
There were lots of other elves and they too were beautiful, but they were all certainly more than a little.. Well.. Personally you might call it unhinged, but elves seemed to just be like that. Relatively blank faced but mild and friendly, but then the coin would flip and they were like vengeful gods ready to smite whether with words or other weaponry.
Except the younger elves, who were generally cheerful and mischievous in ways the older ones weren’t. Young was very relative of course. Only hundreds and hundreds of years old instead of thousands.
You quickly found that you liked life in Rivendell, or Imladris rather – As everyone here called it that. You still couldn’t really make heads or tails of the language but, had managed to pick up some words here and there.
To your surprise you had been asked to have tea with Elrond on several occasions, so many in fact that it had become a regular thing.
He was still a little intimidating, though you had discovered after a few nerve wracking sessions that he had a streak of dry humor about a mile wide. Elrond was a good conversationalist once one managed to interpret what was humor and what wasn’t. He would tell a lot of stories, you pitched in too of course with your own, and otherwise the two of you spoke about the every-day things.
Every now and then others would join for tea, Thranduil oft among them though he mostly contributed to the conversations with half veiled insults about mortal failings and otherwise cryptic elven chit-chat. You had also sat at the same table as these fancy elf men for breakfast several times and it never got old even if it was a little confusing.
You would follow after them to watch the elves train sometimes, and what a sight that was. Still beautiful creatures, but oh so deadly. As you well knew. These deadly beauties seemed to indulge your presence when and wherever you turned up, and on one memorable occasion you had found yourself suddenly in the communal bathing area. You were certain you had resembled a boiled lobster when you'd squeakily made your excuses to the naked elves and fled.
Even with having no humans in sight you had been in no hurry to leave, and you didn’t feel very guilty about that what with the open invitation to stay. After a few weeks you’d even found a place among the elves working with berries and herbs where you had some useful knowledge and know-how, and you felt more or less like an accepted part of their community taking work shifts like everyone else.
Long walks were beginning to be a regular staple in your life here as well. The first time you had found yourself somehow walking arm in arm with Elrond around the gardens... Well, you couldn’t quite say how it had happened but it was nice even though a part of your being screamed that you should be running for the hills.
You had been very confused but secretly delighted when Thranduil started joining you for walks sometimes.
He was still haughty, snarky and snappish. He bemoaned the time he should have been spending in his own forest and otherwise ruling his kingdom but his mood would improve considerably whenever he got started talking about the wonders of the Woodland realm or his people.
He would even smile sometimes, and it made your chest feel full of butterflies before it would clench most unpleasantly.
Elves were not likely to care for you like that after all, and meager though your knowledge was you knew from countless stories and conversations that your two favorite elves were married and loyal to a fault.
Yes. You would have to keep making valiant effort to tamp down on those particular human weaknesses.
This endeavor became increasingly difficult as days flew by, and to your brewing horror you realized that you were enamored. Feeling like you might be slowly descending in to some sort of madness, you did your best to nurture friendship and nothing else but your traitorous heart continued to beat faster around your favorites.
One day you stumbled across some strange sort of elven taboo.
It happened when you approached the unknowing objects of your unwanted affections while they had been huddled over a book in Elronds office, squabbling about the meaning of a poem.
Fascinated by the differences between elves and men, you had ran your index fingers over the tips of their ears.
Sharp intakes of breath, the immediate cessation of arguing (!) and rigid bodies had alerted you to some sort of mistake on your part.
They had both turned your way then, eerily synchronized with an edge of that predatorial air that they usually displayed while wielding swords.
“It is.. Not appropriate to touch the ears of elves to whom one has not.. Pledged themselves.” Elrond said after what could only be interpreted as tense silence.
“I-is that so? I mean, they’re ears.”
In an attempt to emphasize the innocence of your actions you ran your index fingers over the tops of your own rounded ears.
It did not diffuse the tension in the least. In fact, you could have sworn their eyes widened slightly.
“Um. Well I do apologize, I didn’t realize this wasn't for me to do.” You huffed in what you hoped was a good natured way, and let your hands pull nervously at your earlobes on their way down.
Eldonds mouth opened but no words came out of it, which was strange.
It wasn’t like you had touched yourself inappropriately or.. Or was it? Had you just inadvertently done what amounted to groping yourself or something?!
“I.. Uh.. I.. Ihavetogohelpwiththeherbssorrybye!” You squeaked, mortified at your possible blunder and power-walked out with their eyes practically boring holes in the back of your neck.
Busy as you were fleeing the scene, you did not notice the pink dusting of chiseled cheeks nor the subtle tightening of pants.
Later that night when you’d had to either miss the evening meal or face them along with the other elves, they had assured you that they were not upset and you felt like you could breathe easy again.
At the breaking of the sun one morning, you had been presented with gifts in your chambers.
A pendant wrought like a silver tree with a magnificent green gem in the center hanging from a chain, and a bracelet made with white gems that glittered like the stars themselves.
“Are they not to your liking?” The elf you knew to be the jewelsmith had asked with a slight crease of worry marring his flawless face.
Worried in turn that you might be offending his work you waved your hands frantically and hastened to rectify the impression. “No-no, I love them! Though, I think you might have the wrong recipient..?”
“Certainly not.” The elf said. “King Thranduil and Lord Elrond were quite specific with their instructions.”
You shut your mouth with an audible click at that, and only then realized that you must have been gaping like a fish on land.
“I-I see.” You tried not to make it sound like a question you really did, but weren’t sure you succeeded. The jewelsmith seemed to take it in stride however, because he offered you a short bow and excused himself.
“Oh, but I couldn’t possibly.” You said to Thranduil after you had managed to work up the nerve to ask about the gifts.
“T-They must have cost a fortune! So lovely.. “ You trailed off and ran a finger along the intricate silver filigree that made up the tree. The pieces still rested on their silken containers.
“Elven gifts can not be returned.” Thranduil had stated stoically. “Though of course whether or not you choose to wear them is entirely up to you.”
The lofty wave he tacked on made it seem as though maybe this was a common occurrence. And maybe it was? Elves were odd creatures that was for certain, and these two were both quite wealthy.
Accepting this for whatever it was, you viciously quashed down your erratic emotions and thanked the both of them in what you hoped was an acceptable way.
Things had been strange after the jewelry-incident as you privately dubbed it, even more so than after the ear-incident.
Both elves had seemed genuinely confused that you weren’t wearing the gifts when they next saw you, though you had tried your best to explain that you were worried about losing or damaging them somehow. That you were clumsy (Thranduil had scoffed and readily agreed that you were) and also sometimes prone to fumbling things.
At least they weren’t angry and seemed to somewhat accepted your reasoning, but there was a tension between you all that you were no doubt the cause of.
And then, then came the touching.
Touching of arms during walks and tea had somehow evolved in to other casual and not so casual touches on all ends. Nothing unseemly and always over cloth, but a hand would rest on your back or your shoulder and you would crave more.
You had never particularly struggled with urges even though you had despaired plenty over the general situation, but now you found your hands too lingering whenever they came in contact with either elf even though you firmly told yourself ‘NO’.
It was infuriating, and you seriously debated whether you should just leave now to save yourself the inevitable grief and embarrassment that was sure to occur if you couldn’t pull yourself together. Already you were making a spectacle of yourself, if you weren’t the hottest topic of elven gossip you would eat your left stocking.
Stupid elves, stupid human feelings.
The fact that they were both married as well pierced through your haze and made the burn in your chest double. You let tears flow from the corners of your eyes on to your pillow as you thought things over that night.
There was nothing for it. It had gone too far and you were going to have to leave.
A few days on (Days that had been awful and filled with trying to piece together the how’s of getting back to your sad little cabin in your village ) You found yourself stood awkwardly by the entrance to the large outdoors dining area which had been lavishly decorated for the occasion. Exactly what the occasion was had escaped you in your befuddled and distraught state but the elves seemed to have feats all the time for all manner of things.
Soft music and singing flowed through the air along with the hum of the gathered crowds, and you found that you felt severely under dressed and generally unprepared for the occasion.
You had washed of course, had tamed your hair as best you could and donned a silky wrap-type tunic-thing with a lovely belt that had been left for you in your rooms. After some hemming and hawing you had even opted to wear your gifted jewelry.
However.. Surrounded by otherworldly well-groomed creatures with their fineries on?
Gosh. You wished you would have listened better and retained more information than what basically amounted to ‘Tonight is Mereth e-ngilith, come eat good foods and make merry.’
Well there was nothing for it. More elves were arriving, and steeling yourself you followed some and promptly sat down at the nearest table where you engaged your companions in idle conversation as everyone waited for the announcement to start dinner.
Casting your eyes around you located your favorite elves at the head table where you of course knew that they would be. Making certain not to stare you still met the eye of one elf or the other several times, and boy they sure were intense even with distance, elves and other tables acting as convenient buffers.
You also caught several other elves eyeing you consideringly which was strange.
A few had approached you, clearly referring to the gems, to say that they were happy for you. Which you supposed was understandable now that you had such fine things in your possession.
Others, though, remarked upon the elves who had gifted said treasures. You found yourself blushing and fiddling with your pieces of jewelry far more than you should since they were probably worth more than everything you had ever owned in your life thus far combined.
It quickly became a tiresome affair for your poor heart, and in the end it was the smile and wink from one of Elronds sons that did you in and had you fleeing the party.
Well out of the pavilion you walked for a bit, climbed a hill and eventually found yourself in a small clearing looking out over Rivendell and its surroundings.
Peace and solitude, a view, and the stars!
You turned your head skywards and gazed at them, they seemed more bright than usual away from the hustle and bustle of others. They tinkled like friendly little things.
“Elves love the light of the stars the most.” A melodic voice said from close by. You weren’t proud that you startled, but at the very least you did not fall flat on your bottom in your surprise. Small mercies.
“A-ah. Hello king Thranduil, a lovely evening to you.”
“And to you.” He replied perfectly politely with a slight incline of his head.
“I see that you have finally taken to wearing our gifts.” He said, and reached out with long fingers to run them along the jewels on your wrist. He hardly touched you at all, but your arms erupted with goosebumps all the same.
You barely had time to reflect that this was a bad situation, so goo – bad! – Before rustling to the side alerted you to another presence.
“Ah, Thranduil, Y/N. It is lovely to see you both.” Elronds lips stretched in a gorgeous smile, and you suddenly regretted leaving your rooms at all.
Why were they up here at all? Had they followed you?
You had felt off kilter since the first of them appeared, not that you were’t happy to see them, you were! But.. The simmering attraction and uncertainty made this interaction feel incredibly awkward and impossibly difficult to maneuver.
Attempting to give yourself some time to think of things to say or do or anything really you stepped closer to a nearby blooming tree and held one of its lower hanging branches to your face to smell the flowers.
“Tis a most pleasant eve, is it not?” Elronds smooth voice intoned.
You had not heard him move but you thought you felt his robes fluttering against the back of your cloth with the breeze.
Oh he was much too close for any kind of propriety but you felt like your feet might have taken up roots with how willing they were to move – Which was to say not willing at all.
Then Thranduil stepped in front of you, his eyes were positively hypnotizing when they met yours as he leaned in and inhaled the sweet scent from the branch you had still not let go of. It was.. An oddly intimate thing to do.
This was nerve wracking, what was a poor besotted person to do?! Elves were definitely tricky and vague and. The one to your front was particularly tempestuous to boot.
The branch you held shook slightly betraying nerves, because what even was this??
“Do not be afraid, Y/N.” The hot breath by your ear accompanying Elronds words had you unconsciously wetting your lips. Dark brown hair slid along your shoulder where his face no doubt hoovered near.
“Despite general belief, we are both gentle beings and would never accept or take anything of this sort that is not freely offered..” He muttered.
Thranduil rolled his eyes haughtily, but made no scoff or other sound to contradict Elrond.
“I - I know that.” You started to say. That was not the issue. “I wouldn’t think such- I mean I know you wouldn’t, but I- I..”
Hands on your flank and soft lips on the side of your neck stopped your speech and made all thoughts stutter to an abrupt halt.
Oh. OH.
“Oh.” You breathed for lack of a better response.
There was no mistaking that for anything but what it was, the intimate contact made your body tingle with pleasant jolts and you could not think of a single thing to say.
The hands which had previously rested on your waist reached for the cloth belt there and tugged it loose.
Thranduil grasped the branch and you released the death-grip on it numbly, he held it out of the way and steeped closer, so close that your nose brushed his chest and you felt heat radiating from him.
It was odd, because they looked so much like smooth porcelain that you had imagined their cores might be cold to the touch.
Thranduil left the branch to its natural position and his hands instead trailed down the collar of your delicate wrappings and further down.
Crisp night air hit your flesh as nimble fingers started to bare your front.
“I- I’ve never-” You stuttered out and swallowed around nothing. Been with a man that way? Been with an elf?? Been with two elves at the same time?!
You had not the words to describe your current ineptitude because apart from kissing and general intimate tomfoolery with a man or two you were, inept.
“I see.” Elrond said kindly from the crook of your neck, and though his hands still lingered he had not yet moved to touch the nearby skin.
“If you should wish for us to stop at any point, you need only say so and we shall.”
You sucked on your lower lip a moment, furiously debating your next action with yourself.
Then, half wondering if you might be about to lose fingers for being insolent, you tentatively lifted your hand to stroke up along the silken covered torso of Thranduil.
The material seemed sturdy but very thin. Artfully embroidered you though, and fought a hysterical giggle at your situation.
Tracing the seam in the middle of his chest that stretched from top to bottom you wondered how on earth he got in on, and if or how it might come off.
As though he could hear your thoughts, Thranduil reached up and just inside the top of his collar to undo tiny hidden hooks from the inside. It was surprisingly quick work, and with a shrug of his shoulders the whole thing fell down leaving him only wearing snug pants and leather boots.
You needed no prompt or thought to bring your hands back, that smooth skin over rope taught rippling muscle was irresistible. Thranduil gave an approving hum at the touch and reached inside your lose hanging wrappings to squeezed a low moan out of your chest.
Leaning in you experimentally planted little kisses on his chest like the ones Elrond had been peppering your neck with, on a whim you let your tongue out to lick across one of his nipples and was delighted to feel his breathing stutter.
Eager to elicit more of that you suckled at a point further up and daringly wound your hands around him to feel up his backside. Thranduil leaned in to where your mouth was attached and exhaled on an almost-moan.
Rather insistent tugging on your cloth where it now hung stuck around your arms had you letting go of your quarry and within moments you were in the nude. your undergarments had gone down with the rest of it and lay pooled at your feet.
Elrond caught your vision from the side. When he himself had disrobed you had no idea, but he was certainly unclothed now and your eyes followed his muscled backside till he sat down and you got the full frontal view where he splayed gracefully in the grass.
He was not unaffected, as evident by his full mast jutting up and shifting with his every move.
Thranduil moved next, you could hardly breathe watching him remove his boots and even less so when he undid the lacing to the front of his pants and pulled those off as well.
Two elves in the nude, you did not know where to look.
You had been raised to know that staring was rude, but it really couldn’t be helped with all this bare skin all around. You gulped and tried not to let your gaze linger on the hardened flesh between their legs but it was a moot cause.
Thranduil sat down next to Elrond with his legs folded neatly underneath him and beckoned you to him, his shaft visibly twitching when you carefully lowered yourself near them and crawled over to them on all fours.
“Closer.” Thranduil murmured and reached out to tangle his fingers in your hair.
Taking that invitation for what it was, you shuffled over to wrap a hand tentatively around him and bent down to lick a stripe up his shaft. The hand tightened in your hair and drop of clear fluid beaded at his tip and spilled down over your fingers.
Thranduil looked down as you went to envelop him in your mouth and the wet heat on his cock made his breath leave him as though he had been punched in the gut.
Fingers feathered over your thighs and some started exploring your nether regions, caressing around and on the spot where you knew you wanted touch. You tried to rub in to it while bobbing your head slowly up and down to please the one to your front, whos gaze when you glanced up suggested that he might be considering devouring you.
“Mhf.” You grunted around Thranduil when a finger dipped in, and you gagged slightly when he unexpectedly jerked up in response to the vibrations it caused.
He murmured an apology but almost as soon as the words had left his lips he slowly but determinately pushed your head down till the tip of him was pressing rather hard against the back of your mouth.
You did not mind, it was a welcome distraction even if you did have to fight not to gag again because the sensation of the finger was not wholly pleasant. A tight fit, made even tighter when a second digit entered your depths shortly after.
You bore it, and focused on giving much to the obvious agreement of Thranduil who had taken to moving his hips in sync with you, pulling your head down each time and making his way far further down your throat than you had imagined possible.
On a whim you moaned and surged down as far as you could possibly press him.
“That is quite enough of that.” Thranduil purred sinuously and pulled you off of his throbbing member with an obscene plopp.
“Come.” he all but demanded, lounging on his side and patting the grass in front of him. You thought he might mount you then, but instead he moved to lay between your legs and put his mouth on you in turn.
His soft tongue dragging over your core over and over had the embers of pleasure igniting to fire, and the moan you let out was swallowed by Elrond kissing you deeply.
Elronds hands were everywhere, squeezing and petting, your toes curled and then Thranduil pressed his fingers to your opening and you almost felt like you might go mad with the desire to have something in you again even though the initial intrusions had been less than pleasurable.
Teetering on the precipice of orgasm you couldn’t help the disappointed sound that left your throat when Thranduil left his post.
The dismay was short lived however, because Elrond grasped your thigh and rolled you to your side again. He pulled it up and over his hip and with a thrill you felt the slick blunt tip of him glide along your sex to rest at you opening.
“Oh please.” You pleaded, insides fluttering around nothing and snuck a hand around his neck to bring his face closer. Looking you in the eyes Elrond pressed forwards and breached you with a slow roll of his hips.
The stretch was considerable and you gasped at the pleasure-pain. He pulled out and pushed in shallowly, inching forth a bit each time, but then let out a low moan that you mirrored as he sheathed himself deeply within you.
You were left without breath at the feel of him pressed so tightly to you, so tightly in you.
He murmured soft words in elvish that you couldn’t understand among sweet kisses to your lips. His hips held almost still excepting little nudges that supplied a steady stream of low stimulation.
When the sting ebbed you were left brimful with lust, though it was Thranduil who set you in motion when he somehow snuck his arms above and beneath you both and used Elrond as leverage to grind himself against you.
“Oh Y/N.” Elrond groaned wantonly as he started rocking in to you in earnest. “Your hroa holds me so, I am hard pressed not to spill my essence this very breath.”
His obvious excitement and the wrecked voice with which the words came out of him sent bursts of pleasure racing from your insides just as much as the rubbing of his impossibly hard member on sensitive spots you never even knew were there.
Moving much was difficult in your position but you angled your pelvis to grind back and felt him sink deeper still. There was a hissed “Yessss.” that might have come from either of you.
You had been so very worked up that each small push and pull of him left you closer to the edge. Thranduil who was hot as coals and doing sinful things to your back with increasing fervor also fueled the fire.
“Oh Eru- “ Elrond bit himself off and doubled his pace as his insides coiled. “Y/N- I’m -! I take you-” He panted. “Take me- Aaah Y/N!”
His shaking apart in your hold produced a feeling like you might be melting together with pleasure from the place of your joining and it spread through your whole being like raging tides. You could only hold on to Elrond for dear life as passionate bliss took you over completely.
“Oh. Good god.” You croaked hoarsely when the waves tapered down to gentle ripples, you wondered if you’d been shouting what with the acute rasp your vocal cords now held.
Elronds iron grip loosened and you let yourself rest, leaning back on Thranduil. He in turn shifted so that you lay on your back catching your breath.
“I would not hide from you beneath the stars in this most intimate act.” Thranduil mumbled in to your hair. “But I fear that I might frighten you, should I too bare myself completely.”
You were confused by that statement, as far as you could tell he was as bare as you and Elrond. Turning your head to peer at his face you found him looking down at you intently.
“Scars.” Elrond helpfully supplied from the other side where he was splayed out, idly twirling a lock of your hair. “Injuries from wars long past, they are hidden to most eyes.”
“Scars?” You parroted.
Thranduil sat himself up in all his glory and inclined his head.
“Scars is perhaps an understatement, but I suppose it is correct enough.”
You were no stranger to scars, though the ones you had seen were mostly workers scars. When swords and monsters were in play the damage was no doubt more extensive.
“Show me.” You said boldly and sat up too. How bad could it be?
Thranduil screwed up his face in what might have been concentration, and you watched the left side of his face shimmer, then warp gruesomely.
You could not help the sharp intake of breath or how your heart did a tumble in alarm.
It was doubtless still the same elf from seconds before but oh.
The skin was all but gone in places, one eye was a milky white and you did not need to cast your sights downwards to see that the damage continued down his shoulder, his arm and down to his hip. Of course you did so anyway.
“It does not hinder me or pain me much anymore.” He said wryly. “But it is a far sight from perfection.”
You brought your eyes back up at that, things in his face not meant to see daylight shifted as he spoke but there was no blood nor torn flesh. It simply looked.. Withered.
His calm demeanor helped to settle the shock of it.
“Ah. I’m not frightened!” You hasten to assure. “I was just.. Surprised. I mean, oddly enough it doesn’t detract from.. Uh, no that was insensitive? I mean, of course I still feel- I mean I would still want! ..That is to say if-”
Thranduil put a finger to your lips to silence your rambling, and you found yourself lowered down to your back again with utmost gentleness. Withered fingers brushed his hair from your face as he went down with you.
The tentative kiss he placed on your lips was surprising considering all things, but the lips were just as soft and pliable as the last set of lips had been. Making sure to cup the undamaged side of his face you let yours move in tandem with his.
Oh this was different you thought, not like Elrond at all.
When you plucked up courage to thread your fingers in to his hair and tug him down more firmly Thranduil moaned his approval and went on to kiss you like you might be the very essence he needed to live.
After he had thoroughly ravaged your mouth he straightened, and all of his considerable mass descended on you.
You hadn’t bothered comparing but were glad you’d had Elrond first when Thranduils plenteous girth bore in to you with one torturously long press of his hips.
Unlike Elrond Thranduil did not wait and started thrusting in and out with long hard strokes, each move forcing sounds out of you and causing stars to bloom behind your eyelids. He however was almost entirely silent save for a subtle hitch in his breathing each time he bottomed out.
Deciding that you wanted to see what his face was doing you nudged up towards the side, and he let himself turn with you until you sat on top of him.
Laying beneath you in all his imperfection, with his shining hair all fanned out around him you thought he might be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
You told him so while rolling your hips experimentally and watched his good eye flutter. His hands clamped down on the tops of your thighs to urge you on when you stilled after the first motion.
You rocked on top of him and set a rhythm as best you could, but the elvenking was unwilling to lay still and was soon meeting your every move eagerly with his own.
“We shall be as one.” Thranduil moaned and moved his hands to your hips in a bruising grip so he could pull you down on to him more firmly, setting himself as deep as he could with each surge of his cock.
You licked your lips wanting to kiss him again, but being unable to reach his mouth you leaned down to suck on his nipple, the angle changed and you cried out in pleasure dragging your teeth over his flesh to great effect.
“I shall pump you so full of my seed that you will be dripping with it for days.” Thranduil ground out between grit teeth, his iron control slipping and thrusts becoming uneven.
Seeking to undo him further you let your hands glide up his torso and neck for his hair, catching his ears in the process as well and tugged.
Thranduils mouth opened on an entirely soundless scream.
He arched off the ground and your insides flooded with bursts of hot spend even as he kept fucking in to you. A rush of your own pleasure like brisk winds took you by surprise and tore through your flesh until every part of you tingled and twitched with ecstasy and Thranduil moved no more.
You were laying fully on him when the haze of bliss started to recede, utterly exhausted in the best of ways.
You felt a bit like your skin might be too tight to contain you, and somehow also like you might have had a strong cup of wine.
With each breath you took it was like you sunk further in to the body beneath and you mused that Thranduil felt like spring flowers and fresh leaves where Elrond was calm waters and the morning sun.
The former had made no move to pull out yet, and twitched in you every now and then even though you were sure he was thoroughly spent. Elrond had pressed himself to both your sides but it wasn’t enough.
Shifting yourself to try and wedge fully between them again, both elves moved so that you were once again on your back staring up at the stars, one elf plastered to each side with your arms curling around them.
If only they were yours you thought and clutched at them. Oh how you wished this moment would never end.
Elrond and Thranduil shivered and clung to you more tightly as you felt them growing hard against you again, skin gliding along yours as they moved. Only somehow, it felt like they simmered beneath your skin as well as on it.
As if parts of them were floating right alongside your lifeblood, like the missing pieces to a puzzle that you had never realized was even there.
You let out a bark of incredulous laugh which was instantly followed by bone deep worry that had both elves propping themselves up by an elbow each and leaning so that their faces hovered above yours.
“Are you well?” Elrond asked, and somehow you could feel his concern.
“You- We- You-.” You stammered, then mouthed wordlessly.
“Your state of confusion is starting to make me feel light headed.” Thranduil sighed, and you almost recoiled when a flicker of mild exasperation decidedly not your own intruded.
“Do please speak up.” He drawled.
“B- Buh-” Was what came out, thought the word you thought of was bond.
You knew how elves bonded, even lowly mortals knew that much.
So it had to be, but how could they just.. Unless it wasn’t, since they were already bound. But then, wait... Wait, wait.
“You. Are both married.” You stated, making valiant effort to pull your scattered thoughts together. “Bonded. To ellyn. That are not me. “
“A most astute observation.” Thranduil quipped, though what bite it held was somewhat mitigated by the way he let his fingers entwine loosely with yours on the hand you had placed over your rabbiting heart.
“But.. We are.. I.. I feel you, I think. Are we bonded?”
Thranduil scoffed as though you might have asked if water was wet and answered in the affirmative.
“I would not say it is a common occurrence.” Elrond said with faint frown on his face. “However, it is not unheard of nor frowned at for spouses of the departed to take up companions.”
“But.. But you’re elves!” You burst out. “Immortal elves. And I’m.. Well I’m not.” The last part was whispered as though it was some terrible secret.
“Humans are ever fleeting.” Thranduil answered. “Flowers that wither and fall every season but such is the way of life.”
Elrond cast his friend a long-suffering look and reached over to pinch his arm.
Thranduil looked and felt most affronted by the assault.
“What Thranduil means-” Elrond said. “Is that though we are attached to you in the most loving of ways and would mourn you when that time comes, the nature of this bond would not prompt us to depart the world of the living. We do not know where human souls go after death but we would not be reunited.”
You supposed that made sense, but tears still pressed behind your eyes and a most irrational spike of bitter jealousy towards their departed wives made itself known in your chest.
“Mîr nin.” (My jewel) Thranduil crooned, fingers moving to stroke away salty water that escaped your eyes.
“Can this not be enough? To share ourselves this lifetime?”
Gentle love flowed from him through the bond. Though the tears had not stopped you basked in his heart and felt yours swell in turn, wondering with half a mind what his temper might feel like when it inevitably would rear its head.
“What is the rite..” Elrond mused, devotion and deep feelings of affection from him mingling within your chest and effectively chasing away the rest of the unpleasantries.
He smiled down at you when he remembered. “Till death do us part?”
“Yes, that’s the one isn’t it.” You let out with something half sob half laugh. You’d not contemplated your own mortality much before, it was just how it was. You were human.
“T-til death do us part.” You stammered.
Sadness threatened to rear its head at the vow, but a surge of reliefs combined and one after the other sealing the deal with toe-curling kisses to your lips nipped it in the bud and made your body feel light as a feather.
“Now. Let us not worry on future sorrows.” Thranduil trilled playfully and pulled you in close. “I should much rather like to reaffirm our bond. Make sure tis firmly settled.”
Elrond leaned in and sucked on the skin beneath your ear.
“Elves delight in love making.” He murmurred. “And new partners typically seclude themselves a while for this very reason. I have a perfectly good bed and a ready supply of refreshments at hand.”
Shortly after you found yourself hoisted up in a bridal carry, strong arms cradling your softer form.
Elves below smiled indulgently as two haphazardly dressed and laughing ellon carried a mostly naked and indignantly squawking human overhead. The two and their passenger leapt and twirled their merry way across rooftops and around pillars on their way to Lord Elronds chambers, as they had known they would.
All was well, and you lived the rest of your days happily.