1. On the Verge of Darkness
Soft and cool and surprising were the High King's hands against his cheeks. The king's deep gaze, grey eyes tinged with green. The wide, sad lips suddenly so close.
Silk and fire in the darkness and the agony of Dagorlad.
He gasped at the kiss and shuddered in his king's hands. But he did not draw back. He could not. He felt himself react in a desperate surge of desire. He swayed towards his king.
There were whispers, there were kisses, there was skin pressed against skin, tears and sweat mingled.
It was only one night. And then no more.~~~*~~~
A brief respite. Five hours to tend the wounded, to bury the dead. Dawn will find them on the blood-drenched soil of Dagorlad again.
The High King sinks down on his cot, his heart heavy, his body weary. He knows his fate. He knows his duty.
His herald kneels in front of him. Gently he divests his lord of his armour, cleaning and caring beyond the bounds of his own fatigue and despair.
A last touch before the long way home.
Hands reach for a pale face.
Lips meet in fleeting moments between destiny and dream.
"Thank you, mellon nîn."~~~*~~~
One Last Touch
No secondhand emotion for me today: for tomorrow I shall die. I have dreamed it, I have seen it, in water and fire and blood.
I grip him harder, my hold like a vice. The rain pours down on us, turning the dust of Dagorlad into a quagmire.
At first he stares at me uncomprehending, my young herald, weary and lonely on the great battlefield of our age.
But then he leans against me. His eyes are dark and full of tears. He kisses me and I wonder if he has seen what I have –
that tomorrow I shall die.~~~*~~~
Light and Darkness
Suddenly there were no more clothes.
It was too dark too see their bodies. But if they could have, there would have been scars to see, and fatigue, and dirt and sweat, but also the sheen of Eldar grace.
Hands roamed across hard-muscled backs and stomachs, lips caressed nipples.
Hard with desire, they turned to each other, helpless, desperate.
"Oil," Gil-galad gasped.
They found a bottle. Intended for swords, it now served different blades.
Between the dust of Dagorlad and the blood-drenched battleplains bodies met and desire flared. A bright light of love, kindled and gone.
In darkness and pain two bodies collide. Gasping breaths mingle.
Elrond's dark curls flow across gleaming white flesh.
"Just this once, please," a hoarse whisper. "Just this once!"
He barely hears beyond a realm of touches and tears.
A hand is sliding down his back, between the twin mounds of his bottom, hot fingers lavished with oil. Naked skin pressed against his back, an answer of urgency in his own flesh.
"Yes," he rasps, bucking against warm oil dripping into his depths.
Words fail as bodies meet, as a hard length of desire forces its way into sobs and sighs.~~~*~~~
He had never given a thought to love.
He had never dared to contemplate desire.
He had not looked at the lithe bodies of ellith.
He had never considered the attentions of warriors.
Now he shuddered against the silky skin of his king.
His control crumbled. His body reacted with ferocity.
His erection pressed against the hollow of the other's stomach.
He felt the long and nimble fingers gently massaging their way to his ass.
A helpless movement.
A firm grip.
An all-encompassing explosion.
Relaxing into the embrace of his king, finally his tears began to flow.~~~*~~~
Cup of Sorrow, Cup of Courage
When Gil-galad beheld the tears in the other's eyes, he reached up and cupped his herald's cheek. Tenderness flooded his heart in a heated wave.
For a moment they remained like that, unmoving: hand to cheek, fingers curled tightly around the length of an elegant jaw. Only when he felt his lover (his only companion in these last and most desperate nights) stir uncomfortably, Gil-galad drew back.
He had to ignore the pain he saw and the fear he felt. "You are the bravest fighter I have ever seen, Elrond Peredhel. Do not be afraid. You will stay the distance."
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