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STORY TITLE: SONG FOR A SUMMER NIGHT
AUTHOR: DIGDIGIL
RATING: NC-17 SLASH
PAIRING: FINROD/CELEBORN
WARNINGS: FOR GRAPHIC SEX AND IT IS SLASH SO PLEASE HEED NC-17 RATING!
SUMMARY: Galadriel is horrible to Celeborn. She has been spending far too much time with King Elu Thingol while Melian is away. Celeborn seeks solace from Galadriel's brother. Galadriel and Finrod end up having a knock-down drag-out fist fight. Thingol summons Celeborn to his office after chatching him with Finrod.

This story is not yet finished. It will be continued after NaNoWriMo in less than two weeks.




Celeborn made his way down to the deepest level of Menegroth, Galadriel’s parting words still stinging his ears, turning them and his cheeks crimson and his strides forceful as he took three steps at a time. Galadriel had been having an audience with King Thingol, and Celeborn, who had been looking for her, just happened to have come across them as they sat with their heads together at a small writing desk in one of Thingol’s parlors.

Galadriel had been startled by Celeborn’s entrance into the room. The door had been shut and the knob squeaked when he opened it and entered. Her first words had surprised him.

“Celeborn, what do you want here?” she had asked, her tone peevish and her expression towards him one of annoyance.

He had glanced around the luxuriously appointed room, its walls adorned with gold leaf, and windows hung with thick blue velvet draperies. A fire burned in the grate, and a daybed used for lounging and which was usually covered with carefully placed cushions which were now askew or strewn on the floor, had been carelessly or hurriedly pushed in front of it. Elsewhere in the room were scattered several comfortable chairs and small tables. One held a tea tray with teapot and cups, and fresh scones and butter, all untouched. The entire room had a sybaritic feel and look to it. With sharp eyes, Celeborn noted Galadriel’s disheveled hair, something so unusual for her as to be notable indeed.

“I was merely trying to find you, my dear”, he had started to reply.

“I doubt that there is anything to concern you here, Celeborn”, she had answered with a tone of derision. “King Thingol and I are discussing matters of parliamentary importance. Certainly nothing that should be of any interest to you.” Then, as he felt his face flush involuntarily, she added:

“Run along now, Celeborn. I am sure that there is an empty bath house awaiting you somewhere.”

He had banged the door shut on them without another word, and had flung himself down the corridor toward the stairs. How dare she presume to cavil over his affinity for the baths, where he usually found good company with the other Elves in the soothing waters and the dark corners of the bath house. He plunged angrily down the stairs, brushing past groups of Elves on their way back up from the baths, who turned to look at him curiously.

“It seems that someone is in need of some soothing, would you not say?” one of them asked his companion after receiving a thunderous glance from Celeborn as he rustled past.

“Indeed”, said his mate, laughing. “When we get back to the City, let us send him down some entertainment to make him feel better”.

Celeborn made his way to the bathing pools after finding a chamber in which to change his clothes. The bath house was full of well appointed changing rooms of good size. Each one was outfitted with an armoire in which to hang one’s clothing, a washstand with a ewer and basin of water, and two armchairs with a small table set between them, upon which was a complimentary bottle of wine and two silver goblets. But the most notable thing in the room was the bed; not a large one, it was of double size, but it was enough to serve its purpose.

After removing his clothes, Celeborn snatched a towel and bathrobe from the armoire and left the change room to make his way to the baths. There, he saw that no one was in the swimming pool, and that he was quite alone. At one end of the pool room was a fire burning below a grate holding pebbles in water and crushed eucalyptus leaves, giving off a hedonistic aroma. He slipped out of his robe, leaving it and the towel lying on the floor beside a lounging chair. He padded to the deep end of the pool, and assuming the pose of a diver, his pale skin gleaming in the firelight, he arched his back and raised one slender, shapely knee, and then made a perfect dive into the warm, refreshing water. Without opening his eyes he surfaced and immediately swam the length of the pool. When he reached the shallow end he arose from the water, brushing back his silvery gold hair from his eyes, and wiped the water from his face with his hands. He was startled by the sound of applause and his eyelids fluttered open. He dashed water from his lashes and blinked.

“Bravo!” cried a friendly male voice. Celeborn looked up and recognized his friend Finrod Felagund, who was visiting from Nargothrond. Finrod must have recently arrived in the City and was in need of a bathe. His honey gold hair did look caked by the dust of the roads.

Celeborn was surprised to feel himself becoming slightly aroused by the sight of the valiant and magnificent Elf standing stark naked on the edge of the pool before him. Everything about Finrod was glorious. His hair was the colour of the goldenrod of the wild fields as it appeared in subdued twilight, and swept around his shoulders in soft waves. The features of his face, perfectly formed as if carved of stone, were softened by a set of dimples, arrestingly attractive, that appeared on either side of his mouth when he smiled. His long neck curved toward his broad shoulders, and his long arms swept backwards as he prepared to dive.

Celeborn gasped. Finrod’s manhood was impressive even when flaccid, but that was not what had caused Celeborn’s sharp intake of breath. He caught Finrod neatly in his arms as the ruler of Nargothrond splashed into the water. Their skin touched as their bodies slid along each other for one exquisitely electrifying moment before they came apart.

“What was that about?” Finrod grinned, smile blazing, dimples deepening.

“This is the shallow end, My Lord!” cried Celeborn. “You could have hurt yourself quite badly if I had not caught you and prevented it!” And the two men fell into each other’s arms again, laughing like naughty children. Celeborn could not resist, and planted a kiss upon Finrod’s temptingly curvaceous lips. The act surprised him, as he had never made a sexual overture toward a male before, but Galadriel had hurt him greatly and he felt reckless in his anger toward her.

“So enticing is this Elf”, he thought, as the two connected in a passionate embrace in the shallow waters of the pool. Celeborn’s hand slipped down to trace the curve of Finrod’s bottom, and caressed the two dimples in his lower back, just above the swell of his buttocks. Finrod sighed and trembling with desire, gently leaned his face into Celeborn’s shoulder.

Just then they were interrupted by the coughing of someone entering the pool room. They broke apart and saw that it was a busker. The seedy looking man approached them.

“My Lords”, he said, “I have been sent to entertain you”.

Both Elves burst into laughter and then, arm in arm, still standing in the pool, they listened to the busker sing his songs of love, on a summer night.

When the song had ended, Finrod turned to his silvery haired companion and said: “You surprise me, Celeborn. I was not aware that your feelings for me were of this manner of affection”. Celeborn’s expression suddenly turned to one of embarrassed fear and he turned abruptly to swim away. “No, come back”, whispered Finrod, grabbing hold of one of his slim ankles and pulling him backward until Celeborn’s foot came in contact with soft yet hard-muscled slippery skin. Finrod then took his shapely foot and slid it upward until it came in contact with a noticeably erect member. Finrod pressed the foot into himself and rubbed it along the length of his cock, and as he did so he gave a soft moan of pleasure.

Celeborn twisted carefully in the pool, as he did not want his foot to lose contact with his companion’s erection and the feeling of delicious tingling that had flooded into his own groin. He gazed upon Finrod, who had thrown back his handsome head with its glorious mane of lion’s hair, and had shut his eyes the more to enjoy the sensation of being stroked in the warm pool waters. Celeborn reached out and pulled the master of Nargothrond toward him, placing his lips against the smooth-skinned, broadly muscled neck of the Elf-lord. He let his lips trace the curve of the magnificent neck until they reached the point at which the beautifully sculpted shoulder began to curve outward and then he sucked the delicious skin. Finrod tasted sweet, like raw honey straight from the beehive. Celeborn sucked more passionately and felt his own erection grow alongside the belly of this most desirable man.

“Come”, he gasped, freeing himself for a moment from Finrod’s embrace. “Come to my chamber where there is a bed. I need you now, at this moment!” His passion was almost palpable, his fair face flushed with excitement and need.

Finrod laughed, his dimples deepening, and he tossed back his mane of golden hair, sending little droplets of water flying out around him, as if he were the sun and they were little stars. He followed Celeborn out of the water, holding his hand and squeezing it tightly for reassurance. He knew from the look on Celeborn’s face when he first expressed surprise at Galadriel’s husband’s advances, that the Elf of Doriath had never before experienced lying with a man. He felt excited at the thought of being the one to show him the pleasures of such a union.






Once inside Celeborn’s dressing room, Finrod regarded his sister’s husband carefully, a frown appearing between his brilliant blue eyes. Celeborn had walked over to the wine bottle sitting on the little table and poured two large glasses. He offered one to Finrod and the lord of Nargothrond noticed that his hand shook slightly as he did so.

“Thank you”, said Finrod softly as he accepted the glass, but he turned away and set it down on top of the washstand. He took a towel that was hanging from the stand and wrapped it around his body. “Celeborn, before we get involved in anything from which there shall be no return, I wish to have a serious talk with you”.

“Oh, very well”, said Celeborn carelessly as he flung himself down on the bed and covered himself with the bathrobe Finrod retrieved his wine glass and came to sit down on the edge of the bed beside his brother-in-law. He took a sip of wine, then leaned forward and draped his free forearm across his knees. He looked down at Celeborn and smiled, his dimples deepening as his eyes shone. “What serious matter do you wish to discuss?” Celeborn asked him. “You do not look serious at the moment”.

Finrod placed his glass carefully on the floor and put his hand on Celeborn’s knee, rubbing the taut skin with affection. “I think we have been watching each other with interest for long enough now from across rooms and banquet tables that we should discuss that which is clearly happening between us. This evening, for example, what has happened between us in the pool has sparked feelings of desire in both of us. And in watching you, I have come to see that all is not well between you and my lovely sister”.

Celeborn’s smile faded and he stared at Finrod with a darker than usual shade of grey in his eyes. “You have observed correctly”, he answered in a whisper.

“Care to tell me about it?” asked Finrod, raising a finely curved eyebrow.

Celeborn sighed. He took a large gulp of wine. It tasted rather sour and he put it down on the floor next to Finrod’s.

“There is much that I love about your sister”, he said. “Most of it having to do with the physical aspects of her beauty. Her hair of spun gold with those silver highlights in it, her eyes more blue than the depths of Tarn Aeluin in summer when the skies are clearest, her voice like that of the meadowlark. Except”, and a frown appeared on his delicately sculptured face, “when she speaks cruelly to me. And then I feel the coldness of ice against my back, like the gust of wind from a door slamming behind me on a wintry evening, and I know that I have been dismissed from her company”.

Finrod gazed solemnly into his eyes. His hand slipped from Celeborn’s knee to the soft part of his thigh just above it, and caressed the smooth skin beneath the bathrobe still draped over his lap. “Does she speak that way to you often?” he asked.

“More often now than before we came to live here in Menegroth with the King”, replied Celeborn. “Matters of state have been somewhat pressing lately between her and Elu Thingol”.

“Hmmm”, Finrod responded, still staring into Celeborn’s eyes.

“Something is troubling her, I can tell”, said Celeborn. “And whatever it is that puts her in such a foul mood, she takes it out on me, berating and insulting me whenever she is in a bad mood”.

“Is it misplaced anger, then, do you think?” asked Finrod.

“I don’t know. I do not think I have done anything amiss”, Celeborn replied, “although who can tell? She and I have not always agreed on everything in the past, and will probably continue to disagree on things in the future as our paths differ from each other’s”.

“While it is true that my sister has upset you, that does not address the issue of what is going on between the two of us”, said Finrod pointedly.

“And what do you think that is, Finrod?” asked Celeborn, his voice becoming husky as he returned Finrod’s gaze, looking into the azure depths of his eyes.

“Would you like to play a little game?” asked Finrod. “The result should answer that question”.

“What do I have to do?” asked Celeborn, intrigued.

“Well, be truthful to yourself first, and then to me, and think before you answer about the questions I am going to ask you”, said Finrod quietly.

Celeborn closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could feel the warmth of Finrod’s hand on his leg, stroking his inner thigh just above his knee. His skin tingled at the touch of Finrod’s hand. The scent of eucalyptus mixed with honey was in the air. It was sweet but hung with heaviness too, as if it held some kind of portent. “Very well, Finrod. Go ahead and ask me what you will, and I promise you that I will answer honestly. The smell of honesty is in the air tonight”.

“Is it? Good”, purred Finrod. “First, then, keep your eyes closed. Now tell me in what ways do you think I resemble my sister?”

Celeborn laughed. “You have made this game very easy. First, there is your hair. Your sister’s is, as I have said, gold woven with silver and is as fine yet thick as the silk tassels that hang from the Elanor flower. Your hair has the same feel as hers and is of the same gold, yet lacks the silver strands in it. Your eyes are the same shape and colour of blue, yet yours are larger than hers and your lashes are black. Hers are brown. You share the same pale, luminous skin, but hers is finer. Yours is a bit rougher yet it suits the large muscles and tendons in your body that it covers. You both have dimples at the corners of your mouths, but you have them also in your cheeks where she does not –“. Celeborn’s voice trailed off.

Finrod let out a deep, shuddering breath and his voice wavered slightly as he said; “Now I have another question. You have answered some of it as I asked you first what our similarities were, but you gave me some differences along with those similarities. Now what are the differences, besides the ones you mentioned, that you have noticed between us?”

“Hmmm”, replied Celeborn with a smile, enjoying this game. “Besides the obvious differences in your appearance, there are the differences in your personalities. My wife can be very cold, yet she is kind. She is kind to others more than she is kind to me, but she is very generous and giving of herself to those who need her help. I admire that about her”. Celeborn then laughed. “I have just realized something”, he said. “You are much like that yourself, yet the difference is that you have always been kind to me and have never coldly dismissed me as she has done”.

Finrod gazed at him intently. “This game is over”, he said. “You have told me all I need to know”.

“I have?” Celeborn asked. “But there’s more”.

“Save it”, whispered Finrod, and leaning forward on top of Celeborn’s body, pressing his own chest lightly upon Celeborn’s while supporting himself on his well-muscled arms, he put his lips upon his brother-in-law’s and kissed him tenderly. The first kiss was long and lingering but soft and exploratory, as if he were trying to determine from Celeborn’s response whether he, too, felt the same attraction for Finrod as Finrod felt for him. He could not tell for certain, because Celeborn lay still, and while he was not unresponsive, Finrod felt that he was holding back from fully letting himself be drawn more passionately into Finrod’s caresses.

“Do you think that what we are doing is wrong? “ asked Finrod after breaking the kiss, as he raised himself up again on his hands while hovering over Celeborn.

“Of course it is wrong”, replied Celeborn, but not angrily. His face remained calm and impassive as if he were speaking philosophically. “I should be doing this with my wife, the one to whom I am wed, and not with her brother”.

“Ah”, said Finrod, “But there is another way of looking at this”. He rose and his towel came free and dropped to the floor. Celeborn could see that he had an erection, but Finrod stooped quickly to retrieve the towel and rewrap himself in it, and then padded to the door, which he then locked. Celeborn had felt his own cock harden and rise as he had looked upon Finrod’s. When Finrod turned back toward the bed, he saw Celeborn raise himself until he was half sitting up, and then reach down to throw aside his bathrobe. His arousal was huge, and it pointed, straight as an arrow, slightly angled back toward his body. The look on Celeborn’s beautiful face was one of great desire mixed with guilt. It was almost sad to see, Finrod thought.

“My sister is a very lucky woman”, whispered Finrod as he let his towel drop and approached the bed. “As I was going to say –“he continued, but Celeborn took his hand and pulled him down onto the bed again.

“Don’t talk”, he said. “Just kiss”.

Finrod obliged by taking Celeborn’s face between his hands and this time he kissed him hard, as if trying to bruise Celeborn’s full, fleshy lips with his own. Finrod inserted his tongue between Celeborn’s teeth and probed deeply, losing himself in the wintry taste of the cool, silvery Elf beneath him. Finrod’s thoughts as he lost himself in the moment were of fresh wintergreen and newly fallen snow. He could almost sense the gentle aroma of balsam fir as he finished the kiss and buried his face in the silvery hair. His hands caressed Celeborn’s slender neck, while he kissed his throat, then his chest, and wiggled his own body so that Celeborn’s arousal pressed into the front of his left thigh, and his cock pressed into Celeborn’s thigh. The two Elves were of equal height but Celeborn was much more slender and gracefully built.

Finrod smiled down at him with his bewitching dimples, and Celeborn gazed back at him in awe. “You are so like her”, he gasped. “So like, and yet not”.

Finrod laughed. “You have us both”, he said. “Two parts of a whole. You should be happy and not look so worried. From what you have told me, her emotions are no longer involved with yours. So you may, if you wish, have mine. By your leave, I offer them to you. It is not wrong, what we do”, he whispered. “I merely give you that which is missing in order to complete the whole”.

Celeborn was not sure he understood exactly what Finrod was saying, but the golden Elf’s words soothed him and made him relax.

“You have never before had relations like this with another neri, have you, melethron?” he asked in a whisper.

Celeborn shook his head. “No”.

“Are you frightened?” asked Finrod.

“Of you? No, Finrod, I – find you greatly desirable. You are strong and to feel your arms around me is to feel protected against all that hurts me”.

“That is what I will be to you then”, said Finrod tenderly into his ear as he kissed it. “The other side of the coin. The one side will hurt you and the other one will protect you from hurt, and nurture your body and your spirit”. He sank his head into Celeborn’s neck and kissed it. Then he moved his lips to Celeborn’s ear again and proceeded to nibble it lightly as he ran his hand down the length of his torso until it found and grasped Celeborn’s erection. He caressed it and his sac as he ran his tongue around the edge of Celeborn’s ear. The silver Elf moaned loudly as he held Finrod tightly about the shoulders, reveling in the warmth of the golden Elf’s embrace.

“Let me taste you”, said Finrod in a throaty whisper as he lowered himself down the length of Celeborn’s body, planting kisses along the satiny smooth skin until his lips found the tip of Celeborn’s erection. He licked away the bead of moisture there and then slid his lips down the shaft, while he squeezed the base between his first two fingers and pressed down the balls very gently with the palm of his hand. Celeborn groaned and writhed as Finrod sucked up and down, his tongue flicking along the shaft, while his hand alternately massaged and gently squeezed Celeborn’s balls until he wanted to scream.

“Shall I finish you?” asked Finrod, raising his head, his cheeks flushed.

“No! No! Let me do the same to you”, gasped Celeborn. “I am not a virgin. I can hold on”.

Finrod laughed and Celeborn lunged forward, grabbing Finrod’s face in his hands. “Those dimples of yours shall drive me mad”, he cried, and planted a devouring kiss upon Finrod’s curved lips. Then he kissed his dimples many times until Finrod’s body shook with laughter. “I could just eat you up”, declared Celeborn, wiping away saliva from his mouth.

“Please go ahead”, replied Finrod, lying back and putting his own hand around his thick cock as if presenting it to Celeborn as a gift. Celeborn pounced on it. He grabbed it and put his mouth around it roughly, his teeth grazing the tip.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so hard!” cried Finrod. “I should not feel your teeth. Go slowly at first, and then you can go more rapidly, but it should never be too hard. Can you take it all in your mouth?” he asked between gasps as Celeborn tried to comply.

“No, it’s too big”, said Celeborn, his voice muffled.

“Then grasp the base and steady it as you move your mouth and tongue up and down. Slowly at first, then faster”.

Celeborn stopped and looked up for a moment. “I don’t know how you can talk through all of this”, he said. “Because I surely couldn’t when you were doing the same to me”.

Finrod laughed. “It is not a problem for me”, he said. “I am sure I could talk through anything”.

Celeborn laughed too. Finrod sat up partway, reached out and stroked Celeborn’s chin. “That is the first time I’ve heard you laugh since we came into this room”, he said.

Celeborn smiled at him. “I love you”, he said suddenly.

“I love you too”, Finrod whispered and kissed him again.

“What should we do next?” asked Celeborn.

“Well, let’s first have some wine”, Finrod replied, “And then we’ll discuss what the next step should be. Since this is your first time, we’ll have to take it slowly. Do you know something that I just realized, melethron?” he asked.

“What is that, dear one?” asked Celeborn.

“You have not mentioned her name since we have come into this room”, Finrod replied.






“I did not realize that you were a virgin”, said Finrod.

“I am not a virgin!” exclaimed Celeborn, raising his eyebrows.

Finrod laughed. They had both drunk an excessive amount of wine, before and after they had left the bath house and had retired to Finrod’s bedroom in the King’s wing in the royal house in Menegroth. Celeborn was lying on his side on Finrod’s bed, a wine glass balanced precariously on top of his hip bone. It was half full, and every time that it began to slip or lean he would deftly remove it, take a sip and then replace it. Finrod found this to be an enchanting process to watch.

“I meant virgin in the sense that you have never had a romantic liaison with a male”, Finrod replied. He was sitting opposite the bed in a comfortable chair, leaning against a pair of sensuous silk cushions. His legs were spread, the hard muscles of his thighs stretched and displaying his legs to their best advantage, his impressive genitalia resting on the silk upholstery. The sensation of the smooth silk upon his naked flesh was enough by itself to arouse him, but the sight of the elegantly nude Celeborn doing his balancing act with the wine glass on his bed was causing Finrod to feel very pleasantly aroused in a languid sort of way. He wanted to take his time with Celeborn. Such an exquisite creature was worth spending time with and Finrod had as much time as he liked. He could stay away from home for an extended vacation if he wanted. Nargothrond was full of able people who could run it in his absence. In fact, Nargothrond could practically run itself.

“Now what do you think that two naked Elves should do to each other when they are alone together as we are and have the whole night before us?” asked Finrod.

“I have often wondered”, replied Celeborn.

“Have you ever watched any others?” asked Finrod.

Celeborn blushed an attractive shade of pink. “I do not wish to lie to you”, he said. “But I am rather ashamed that I must say ‘yes’”.

“Why should you be ashamed? Did you spy on two lovers without their knowledge? How? Who were they?”

“I do not know their names. They were two soldiers – warriors – in a room near one of the equipment rooms in the armory. I went there to return a sword I had borrowed for practice and opened the wrong door by mistake”.

“What did you see?” asked Finrod, sitting upright and quite interested.

“Two Elf warriors – one dark, the other fair - both heavily muscled. One was lying across a table on his back and the other was holding the fair one’s legs up over his shoulders while he stroked his shaft with one hand and – it looked as if he was having coitus with him. He was pumping very quickly and his face and chest were perspiring. The fair one lying on the table was moaning and wailing and making so much noise that neither of them heard me, so I closed the door carefully behind me and left the area as quickly as possible”.

Celeborn paused to pick up his wine glass and take another sip. He was becoming erect as he recalled what he had seen and he rolled onto his back, placing the wine glass upon his flat stomach just below his navel.

Finrod had become aroused by the story as well, and he moved from his chair to the bed in one fluid, cat-like motion. He lifted the glass from Celeborn’s stomach and drained it. Then he put his hand where the glass had been and ran a finger along Celeborn’s hard shaft. A soft moan escaped from Celeborn’s lips.

“How did seeing that make you feel at the time?” asked Finrod as he stroked Celeborn gently.

“At first I was shocked, but then I realized I was aroused too”, said the silver-haired Elf between gasps at Finrod’s skilled touch. “For the next several weeks I kept thinking about them and wondered what it would feel like having that done to me”.

Finrod moved to lie next to Celeborn and kissed him. He ran his hand down Celeborn’s smooth chest and stomach, hip and thigh. “I would like to do that to you”, he whispered into Celeborn’s ear, “But I am afraid I might hurt you the first time. Perhaps it would be better if I let you do it to me first. This tool of yours is the perfect size and shape for penetration”, he said as he fondled the long, slender shaft of his friend and caressed the tapered tip. “I am afraid that my own blunt tool is not the right shape or size to do that without hurting the recipient – especially if it is his first time”, he said, holding his own member, slightly shorter but thicker than Celeborn’s, and with a blunter tip.

“Mmmm”, said Celeborn, kissing Finrod back and fingering his blunt tool. “I would love to feel that inside me. But I will be intrigued to learn how to give you pleasure, my lovely Finrod”.

The two Elves kissed tenderly and reveled in the sensation of holding each other and rolling around on the bed in each other’s arms for a while. Then Finrod said, “All right, let us begin”. He reached out and opened a drawer in his nightstand, taking out a small vial.

“Is that oil?” Celeborn asked.

“Of course”, Finrod replied. He began to apply some to Celeborn’s erection. “Here. Put some on your fingers as well”. Celeborn did so.

Then Finrod knelt on the bed and turned his back to Celeborn. “Now, place your fingers on my buttocks and massage them with the oil”.

“Mmmmm”, Celeborn murmured. “Your bottom is divine. Those dimples are very alluring”. He bent forward and kissed Finrod’s buttocks, squeezing the hard, sculpted cheeks with his hands and alternately licking the oil off of them. He thought he would try to be daring and flicked his tongue into Finrod’s crevice, making him moan and writhe with pleasure. “That’s it”, Finrod gasped. “Beautiful. Keep doing that”.

After a few moments of being licked and squeezed, Finrod then managed to say, “Now insert your fingers into my opening. Two of them to start with”. He was panting, his breath coming in short gasps. He bent over so that he was on all fours on the bed, while Celeborn knelt behind him. Celeborn inserted the fingers as Finrod had asked. “Now move them around, but gently”, he said breathlessly.

Celeborn complied and Finrod sighed and moaned with ecstasy. “Now try three fingers”, he gasped. Celeborn inserted another one and curved all three of them while moving them around carefully, feeling the area. Finrod groaned with delight and grasped his own member, which was throbbing and dripping its moisture onto the coverlet. “Now”, he moaned. “Are you hard?”

“Oh yes”, laughed Celeborn. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard before. You are the most – “

“Now! Enter me now! Push it in!” cried Finrod. Celeborn complied, sliding his well-oiled, rigid shaft into Finrod’s eager passage. Finrod shrieked with pleasure as the long member found his sweet spot. Celeborn began to thrust, deep and hard, while Finrod screamed. Finrod was undone. He had never felt such ecstatic pleasure flooding through him. His head dropped down between his shoulders and his golden mane of hair flopped forward as his body completely relaxed. He grasped his own hard cock and stroked it rapidly until he came, spending his seed all over his beautiful white and gold bedspread.

Celeborn shuddered and spasmed, spending himself into Finrod. Both Elves were screaming with delight as their orgasms overcame them when the door to Finrod’s room suddenly opened.

“What’s going on in here?” cried Galadriel from the doorway. Her room was next door to her brother’s. Then her hand flew to her mouth in horror and her eyes opened wide as she looked upon her brother and her husband.

“What is it?” asked Elu Thingol from right behind her. His eyes opened wide too, as he gazed upon the two lovers.

“I don’t believe it”, said a shocked Galadriel. She turned away. “Come on, Elu, let us go quickly”.

“Wait a moment”, said Thingol, standing in the open doorway with his mouth gaping as he stared at Finrod and Celeborn. The two Elves stayed as they were, frozen into position, gaping back at Thingol in shock.

Galadriel pulled at Thingol’s arm. “Elu!” she said in a harsh whisper, and very slowly the King of Doriath turned to follow her. He looked back once at the two lovers who were still kneeling on the bed holding each other and glistening with perspiration, both still in a state of semi-arousal.

“Oh Gods, what we will do?” whispered Celeborn against Finrod’s shoulder and biting his knuckles as Finrod turned to hold him close.

“Nothing, dear thing”, soothed Finrod. “Everything will take care of itself”.



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Later that night, King Elu Thingol retired to his bedroom alone. His wife Melian was away from Doriath. She had been strangely remote towards him lately and had said that there were many things that she must attend to throughout the kingdom, and she would be gone for a while. He had planned to spend the night with Galadriel, but now she was too upset over their discovery of Finrod and Celeborn and after pouring out her feelings to him for the past three hours, she had wanted to be alone herself to think things over.

He sighed as he undressed and put on his night clothing, a long gown of white muslin that matched the colour of his gleaming hair. He sat down at his dressing table in order to plait his long hair for sleeping. He had dismissed his servants as he wanted to be alone. As he fixed his hair, he met his own eyes in the mirror. They glinted with a strangely worried look as he stared deeply within himself.

When he turned down his covers, his hand felt the familiar satiny smooth sheets and he sighed at the sensation. He rubbed his hand across the pillow where Melian would sometimes lie, when she would deign to lie with him. He climbed into the large lonely bed and lay on his back. Though it was very late he did not feel like sleeping. Restless, he got up, padded to the door in his bare feet, and locked it. Then he pulled his nightgown off over his head and flung it onto the floor. Next he paced the room several times, back and forth, before he flung himself naked and face down upon his bed. He punched the mattress a few times before he flipped over onto his back again.

Slowly, he forced himself to relax, starting with his eyes that had been squeezed tightly shut. “By the Valar, I am not going to fight it any longer”, he said to himself.

He sighed and succumbed to the image that kept insisting on flooding into his mind, crowding out all other thought. Finrod, that glorious golden-haired brother of Galadriel’s, on all fours upon his bed, his muscular body gleaming in the candlelight, the perfectly rounded orbs of his delicious bottom pressed up against Celeborn. But it was Celeborn who surprised Thingol the most. He had always put him down as an insipid pretty-boy plaything that Galadriel had surprisingly married in order to amuse herself, and there he was, actually buggering Finrod, his wife’s brother. And Celeborn looked positively entrancing in the nude. He was ethereal, enchanting and elegant, a magical appearing being with silvery, shimmering hair falling to the middle of his chest, a gorgeously slender, silky-smooth form, and when he had withdrawn his spent member from Finrod’s body, it had such a perfect shapeliness to it as if it were made for just that exact purpose. Thingol now found that he had been very much impressed by Celeborn in that moment. Yes, he was impressed - Gods! What was happening? Thingol found himself stroking a powerful erection, and gave himself over with a moan and a sigh to the picture of Finrod and Celeborn that was indelibly etched upon his mind in the most delightful way.






In the bright summer afternoon, Galadriel sat in the tea house at the back of Thingol’s long formal garden, sipping her herbal brew of predominantly rose hips and sandalwood, and watching the blue-clad figure who was walking purposefully towards her. She noticed that if she turned her eyes to gaze inwardly upon herself, the figure grew blurry and hazy. She preferred to have it this way because she could not bring herself to look at him directly although she could not altogether look away from him either.

She sipped the fragrant tea as he approached and closed her eyes, finally blocking him out of her view and reveling in the scented warmth of her drink as it coursed down her throat, past the huge lump that had been dwelling there lately, causing an aching mist of tears to form instantly behind her eyes as she thought of her husband whom she had not seen now for a week.

Her glowingly handsome brother slid into the seat beside her. “Can I talk with you, Galadriel?” he asked, hunching his broad shoulders slightly as he leaned forward, clasping his strong hands together and resting them on the table beside her tea cup. She wanted to tip the cup over and let the tea burn his hands while it was still hot. Those hands had touched her husband in places where he should never have been touched by her brother.

“Finrod”, she said with all the warmth of a spring glacier, “Please go away. You make me sick”.

“If you want him back”, said Finrod softly, soothingly, then we have to talk”.

Galadriel looked up at him then, at the earnest furrows in his forehead, at his warm blue eyes and the roguish dimples in his boyishly handsome face. How she loved him – used to love him – before he had bedded her husband and shamed her forever.

“You would use your hard body as a weapon to hurt some and make others submit to your wanton lust, brother”, she said.

“And you, sister, do use your hard tongue to drive away those you profess to love”, he countered.

Galadriel stood abruptly, knocking the small tea table off-balance and spilling her cup of tea. Finrod managed to grasp the table to keep it from falling but sustained a slight burn as some of the tea splashed onto his hand. Galadriel could not suppress a satisfied smirk.

“We seem to have come to an impasse”, she remarked coldly. “I do not wish to continue this conversation”.

“Hear me out”, Finrod pleaded as he sucked soothingly upon the burned hand. “He loves us both, sister. He still loves you, but he is the only one in all of Thingol’s palace who does not know that you are having an affair with the King”.

Galadriel took a deep breath and gazed down the long colonnade, taking in its splendid statuary and perfectly shaped topiary trees of cypress. She breathed in the fragrance of the soft pink roses twined in the lattice of the trellis above her head, and sighed. She would miss this palace and she would miss Doriath, but she must get away soon or she thought she would go mad.



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Thingol had asked Celeborn to come to his private office, which was attached to his private chambers. Celeborn was feeling incredibly uncomfortable as he sat outside the royal office and tapped his leather-clad toes nervously upon the finely woven carpet as he glanced at some of the others occupying the seats in the waiting area. One of the unhappy people there was a surly-looking dark Elf clad in black, with his hair severely braided and pulled back in a scalp-tightening pigtail. His eyes were furtive and his hands remained hidden within the copiously full sleeves of his robe.

“Either a pick-pocket or a dishonest accountant”, thought Celeborn, trying to pass the interminable waiting time by guessing the occupations of the other Elves who were there. Glancing at the second Elf, Celeborn noted the stale odour of something old and rancid emanating from him and then saw the wine stains on his shirt front and his ragged cloak and scuffed boots. When the Elf raised one leg to scratch it and then the other, Celeborn noticed that he wore mismatched socks – one white and one grey.

“A portrait artist with a flea-ridden cat”, he thought. “Thingol probably commissioned him to paint Melian, paid him in advance and the poor wretch hasn’t made good on producing his painting. Celeborn snorted as an afterthought presented itself. “Poor bugger probably couldn’t find Melian in order to get her to sit for him”.

Before he had a chance to guess the occupation of the next Elf sitting miserably outside of Thingol’s office, but realizing that they, as well as himself, had probably all been called there in order to get a good tongue-lashing from the King and perhaps a thrashing as well for committing some crime against Elvendom, the door to the waiting area opened and a studious-looking clerk stepped through it.

“My Lord Celeborn?” enquired the clerk, looking around expectantly.

“It’s me, you sodding twit”, thought Celeborn. “Could you not see that ‘Lord Celeborn’ could not possibly be one of the decrepit zombies sitting out here?” But he stood graciously and cleared his throat. “I am Lord Celeborn”, he announced with a bow.

“Ah”, said the clerk who wore spectacles perched upon the end of his attractively upturned nose and whose hair was long, gleaming brown and unbraided, “Follow me please”.

“You pretentious twat”, thought Celeborn as he walked behind the Elf-clerk into Thingol’s offices, “You don’t really need those bloody glasses. I’d like to flick them off that pert little nose. I’ll bet you’ve been getting a good rodgering from Thingol on top of his bloody desk”.

“Oh, Gods”, thought Celeborn as he realized he was mentally critically savaging all people in his path just as Galadriel would have done, but out loud. He knew that he was doing it out of nervousness because he assumed that Thingol was going to possibly run him out of Doriath since he caught him having sex with Finrod and upsetting Galadriel, whom Celeborn knew to be Thingol’s most important political advisor, because she had told him so.

“Celeborn”, said Thingol with a gleam in his eyes, ushering the silver-haired Elf into his inner office.

“Fispol”, the King ordered his clerk, “Please ensure that Lord Celeborn and I are not disturbed for any reason for at least – erm – a few – cough – no, make that for four hours”.

“Was that four hours you said, Sire?” asked an incredulous Fispol.

Thingol threw him a look that would have caused Gothmog the Balrog to turn tail and flee in terror and proceeded to slam shut the door to his office with a conclusive bang.



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Finrod and Galadriel faced each other across the now upturned tea table. Galadriel’s hair was disheveled and her eyes blazed with an unnaturally white light. “Are you actually considering using this threat to tell Celeborn about my affair with Thingol in order to make me leave my husband so that he can become your full-time lover?” she asked in a coldly controlled voice of fury.

“You have always wanted your own realm”, said Finrod quietly. “You can have Nargothrond. I give it to you willingly if you will but leave him”.

“I will never leave him”, Galadriel fumed. “We have bonded for life”.

“I have bonded with him also”, said Finrod, stubbornly standing his ground.

“You have not. You cannot have”. Galadriel looked at him with hatred in her eyes. “That is impossible”.

“Is it?” asked Finrod. “By treating your husband with such cold disdain, you have cleaved your bond with him. I, as your blood relative, have taken up the broken end of the cord and we have remade that bond between us”.

“Nonsense!” spat Galadriel. “You cannot take that which is fact and twist it so that it fits your own depraved description of Elvish Laws and Customs”.

“You, sister, have done just that very thing yourself”, retorted Finrod, closing in for the kill.

“I have not, you despicable, cowardly liar!” Galadriel’s voice rose to not quite a shriek as she almost lost her cool self-control.

“Oh, no?” Finrod’s eyes glinted a steely blue in the light of the setting sun as he rounded on her, thrusting his flushed face toward the pale, cold whiteness of that of his sister. “You broke that bond when you took Thingol as a lover. Do not speak to me of bond breaking or making”.



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“Please sit down, Celeborn”, said Thingol sweetly, offering the silver-haired Elf a seat on a comfortable chair in front of his huge, ornate desk. The white-haired King of Doriath eased himself into his own massive office chair and produced two goblets from a desk drawer. “Would you like some wine?” he offered.

All sorts of thoughts were running through Celeborn’s mind at this time, but he did not expect Thingol to offer him wine just before he was about to berate him. Celeborn was quite impressed by Thingol’s level of classiness. He always assumed himself to be an Elf of great taste and elegance, but Thingol was surely someone that he would be desirous of emulating. I mean, look at him. That regal white hair and those incredible cheekbones. And his eyes were a gleaming steely grey that held the essence of power and that were capable of alternating between the meting out of merciless punishment and the giving of great mercy, depending on the situation. Celeborn thanked him and accepted a glass of wine.

“Do you know why I have called you here today, Celeborn?” asked Thingol.

“Is it about Roddy?” asked Celeborn with as much innocence as he could muster.

Thingol was in the process of taking a sip of his wine when Celeborn answered his question with that unexpected one of his own, and almost choked on it. It took great fortitude to hold down the wine and maintain his dignity. He did not expect Celeborn to be so forthright.

“Er - yes – it is about – er – Finrod”, replied Thingol, and set his glass down on the polished mahogany surface of his desk.

“He didn’t use a coaster”, thought Celeborn. “Galadriel would have reprimanded me if I’d done that in front of her”.

“Now see here, my dear Celeborn”, the King went on. “I am afraid that this recent – er – business has greatly upset your poor wife”.

“I am upset that she is upset”, replied Celeborn. “And I am upset all by myself, too”.

Thingol was startled as he looked into Celeborn’s soft grey eyes that gazed back at him with an unassuming innocence and a tinge of melancholy. His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked several times. Thingol wasn’t sure if Celeborn was about to cry. Thingol’s heart melted. Celeborn was not only brave, honest and unassuming, but he was also soft-spoken and humble, and oh, so incredibly attractive.

The King came around to the front of the desk where Celeborn sat. “Stand up, Celeborn”, he said to him.

“Oh, oh”, thought Celeborn. “I’m in for it now”. He stood and Thingol took him by the hand. “Come and sit with me over here”, he said kindly, leading Celeborn to a velvet sofa by the fireplace. Once they were both settled, Thingol took a long look at his guest. Celeborn’s hair was caught loosely behind his head with a diamond-studded silver clasp, and the loose ends fell about his shoulders. He was dressed in a silver brocade tunic with diamond fasteners over black velvet leggings and tall black leather boots. He was the picture of elegance, serene and simple, yet impeccably tasteful.

“I have a proposition for you”, the King offered, his eyes narrowing, but a soft smile playing upon his curved lips.

“Oh, no, here it comes”, thought Celeborn, steeling himself for the inevitable. “I am to be banished to Nan Dungortheb or some other Eru-forsaken place such as Eithel Sirion, or perhaps Hithlum”.

“I would like to train you to become a soldier”, said Thingol. Celeborn looked stunned. “First a soldier, then a great warrior”, the King continued. “After that, I want you to be a leader of your own army. One that will not fail in battle, or to drive back the evil enemy when necessary”.

Celeborn was dumfounded. “But My Lord”, he began to say.

“Shhh. Say nothing yet”, said Thingol, placing a long, slender finger adorned with a giant ruby ring against Celeborn’s full lips. “I will explain. When I saw you with Finrod the other night, I saw in you something I had never known you to have before. It was that you had a certain affect about you – a certain way of holding yourself – I don’t know – it is hard to explain, but I saw immediately something that told me – put a weapon in that man’s hands – give him a worthy sword to wield – “

“I have been taking lessons of late”, Celeborn interjected proudly.

“The fact of it is, Celeborn”, said Thingol, “that with a wife like Galadriel, you need to become someone who is stronger than she is in order to gain her respect, and I can teach you that. I can see that you are capable of greatness”.

“My Lord, I don’t know how I can properly thank you”, said Celeborn.

“Do you not?” asked Thingol softly and drew closer, his face only mere inches from Celeborn’s.

“My Lord?” asked Celeborn in return, lowering his gaze until his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones and then looking up innocently into Thingol’s regal face.

“Would you mind very much if I – “the King whispered.

“If you what?” Celeborn responded, moving so close to Thingol that their breaths mingled.

Thingol then very slightly touched his parted lips to Celeborn’s and held them there against the other Elf’s. He did not force a kiss, but merely reveled in the sensation of lip upon soft lip, breath against sweet breath. Their eyes, both sets open, stared into each other’s, both searching for something that would prevent them from coming together as lovers. Then Thingol drew back slightly.

“Would you not have me as your lover?” he asked. “Or am I too old and hideous?”

“No, My Lord, you are as beautiful to me as the light within a Silmaril”.

Thingol gasped. “You speak to me of Silmarils”, he said breathlessly, “but what of Finrod?”

“Roddy is a gold coin compared to your Silmaril”, crooned Celeborn, leaning in closer to Thingol. “Do not misunderstand me, I love Roddy”, he said, “but I am thinking that no matter what I do now, how can I possibly hurt any more people?”

“Good logic”, said Thingol, placing his hand upon Celeborn’s arm and palpating the thick muscles there. “I do believe you’ll make a fine warrior”.

“Would you like to see my weapon?” asked Celeborn.

“I would like to very much”, replied the King.

“How long did you tell Piss–fol – what was his name? – to leave us alone?” asked Celeborn.

“Four hours – mmm – “said Thingol, placing a warm, wet kiss upon Celeborn’s lips.

“Mmm ---” said Celeborn, placing a kiss in return upon Thingol’s. “Your lips are so soft – and they taste like the finest fruit of Yavanna”.

“What does Finrod taste like?” asked Thingol curiously, now exploring Celeborn’s mouth with his kingly tongue.

“Honey”, was the muffled reply from Celeborn as he sucked upon Thingol’s long tongue. “Mmm – your tongue has a very good length”, he murmured.

“That is not the only length I’d like you to experiment with”, said Thingol between kisses.

“I think four hours is long enough to get our weapons out and engage in a little swordplay”, said Celeborn.

“That is just what I was thinking”, said Thingol, “except that we’ve used up too much of our time already in talking”.



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Finrod and Galadriel had reached the point where words were no longer going to be of any use. Galadriel had attacked her brother with her long nails and had tried to scratch his handsome face, but he had managed to thwart her attempt by grabbing her wrists and then she had kicked him hard in the shin. He had winced in pain and then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it mercilessly. She shrieked and then tried to punch him, flailing out with a strong right fist to his jaw, leaving a nasty red mark upon his otherwise perfect face.

Finrod lashed out by grabbing Galadriel’s arm and tearing her dress in the process. Enraged, she came at him like a furious cat, all teeth and nails. He tackled her then, and both of them fell to the ground, grappling with each other and ripping each other’s clothes. Galadriel scratched and bit as Finrod tried to fend her off. Finally, he managed to slap her face hard, and that stopped her tirade for the moment.

She sat upon the ground, gasping and heaving, as did Finrod beside her. Her dress was torn irreparably, the gaping bodice exposing most of her bosom, and the lace from the hem trailing on the ground, muddy and ruined. Finrod’s shirt had one of its sleeves torn off and there were bleeding scratches all down his bare arm.

Furiously angry, Galadriel swept off without another word, and Finrod, after letting her get a good distance ahead, dusted himself and marched off towards King Thingol’s official quarters. Storming into the King’s waiting room, he demanded to see Thingol at once.

“I am sorry, but the King is busy now. You’ll have to wait”, said Fispol, looking Finrod up and down with much interest, as did the hapless Elves still sitting in the waiting area.

“Bugger the waiting”, said Finrod and kicked open the doors to the main office. “And bugger off”, he snarled to the quaking Fispol.