Fan fiction for Onelittlemushroom because she is amazing and I want to create things for her being such a awesome friend. : )
Pairing: Gil-Galad x Elrond
Sword and Spear clashed vigorously in the courtyards garden. Elrond had finally took the high King up on his offer of sparring. He was finding him self struggling to keep up with Gil-Galad quick witted movements but Elrond managed. He swiftly moved and danced in motion with his King and the thrill of it sometimes left Elrond dazed and his heart hamming hard, not from the sparing itself but from something more intimate. He took note of Gil-galad’s movements not as a fellow solider would. No he looked at him with attentive eyes. Want. He relived the motions of how Gil-Galad’s muscles shifted and tensed as he fought. It was often that these thoughts spurred Elrond to become more familiar with him-self and avoid his kings eyes for a few days after ward. Gil-Galad took notice of it how ever and was very apologetic. Elrond found it both sweet but sad, manly because his friend had done no wrong but he couldn’t well tell him truthfully of his late night activities. Training however he could blame it on the excitements of fighting. Any misplaced or accidental touches would go unnoticed on both parts or any close fitted positions either would land in was of normal expectations in hand to hand combat.
Elrond’s thoughts made his balance uneven and Like a sudden wave, dizziness hit him. His legs gave way and he landed harshly on his rear. He yelped as his body came in contact with the floor. It wasn’t long before he felt those strong hands of his king placed firmly on each of his shoulders. Elrond’s eyes met Gil-Galad’s, he saw the concern in them and his breath caught in his throat. Gil-Galad was inches away from him, his own breath tingling over Elrond’s skin. Elrond shuddered. He did not allow his eyes to trace the contorts of Gil-Galad’s lips directly but he some how managed to imprint the image of them into his head. He suddenly became aware of how both of them had leaned in, closer than what they had been a few seconds ago. The atmosphere was tense between them yet so inviting, it was like a pulling effect and both parties tried not to give in. Although both of them wanting to.
Gil-Galad’s thumbs drug into Elrond’s shoulders and moved in a circler motion. “You’re stiff” He said breaking the pull between them. His eyes broke from Elrond’s and stared at the firm muscle in his hands. Elrond was caught off guard, his eyes widened as he frantically looked down. Fear Suddenly filled him and he was thankful for Gil-Galad’s next words. “surely you could have asked someone to relieve some of this tension in your shoulders, It’s a wonder you’ve been able to deal with this for so long.” Gil-galad smiled sweetly before standing and offering Elrond his hand ”Allow me”. Elrond smiled sheepishly back, relieved that his lower half went unnoticed. He stood taking the hand set before him and hissing at the sharp pain his fall had left him. “you should also get one of the healers to look at that” Gil-Galad added his voice mincing his concern.
"It’s nothing" Elrond replied "Just slight bruising, I’ve had worse" Gil-Galad smiled lovingly although Elrond missed it. Instead Elrond turned his attention to his dirtied attire and dusted himself off with his free hand. He dared to look up. He knew as soon as he did their hands would part and that little spark from moments before would be lost. He did so anyway and he was right.
Their eyes did not met again for some time. Elrond felt disappointed but what did he expect to happen. Did he think the high king would firmly pin him to the ground? or he would kiss him and linger with his lips on his own? In front of passing on goers? ‘sure’ Elrond thought. The thoughts of him doing such things was very unlikely. Still Elrond wanted something. Anything. At least something that told him he felt the same way.
“Elrond” Gil-Galad’s voice brought him to attention again. “is something wrong?”
"No" he stuttered "Not at all"
Gil-Galad raised one of his brows “are you sure? your acting a little strange today” He paused, his face borrowing into a frown “If I have wronged you in some way..” he continued.
”I’m fine” Elrond smiled “I must be a little tired from our bout and my heads still a little hazy from the fall”
Gil-Galad face relaxed a little. He was barely a few feet away from Elrond but he hurried to his side. “Here” he said, he placed Elrond’s arm in his trying to support him with out making his friend feel uncomfortable ”Lean on me if you feel the need to”. Elrond felt his face burn and knew all to well that the crimson in his cheeks was on full display. He hoped this would be one of the things that went unnoticed but it was not. “You must be unwell” Gil-Galad said “Your skin is hot and your face is flushed, Are you certain your feeling alright?”
Elrond’s mind raced. He was embarrassed and all words seemed lost. He managed a simply “yes” however.
"Sit" ordered Gil-Galad. Elrond did as he was told and sat slowly on a small wall facing outwards across the gardens. Gil-Galad’s hands never left a part of his body until be was sure he sat down steadily. At first he knelt between Elrond’s legs looking up at him and checking for any signs of a fever or ill health but he was happy to find nothing wrong with him. He then stood and moved himself to stand behind Elrond placing his hands on his shoulders and needing the firm muscle like bread. Elrond moaned loudly but did nothing the stifle it. Gil-Galad laughed "I don’t do this often but it’s nice to hear your appreciation, maybe I should do this more often"
"As often as you like" Elrond muttered. He found he was enjoying Gil-Galad’s hands coxing his muscles far to much and the drifting hands down his back most pleasurable. He groaned. Not once did Elrond think to hold his voice back, he felt no need to. Gil-Galad however felt torn. He felt shame but was overcome with something else. His undergarments tightened and he was frustrated. Elrond trusted him and he was betraying that trust with lewd thoughts. He imaged how Elrond’s body would look disrobed and under his grasp in a different setting and focused how the sounds he was making would echo in side stone walls. Gil-Galad moaned quietly to himself. He did not want to scare his herald but he longed to let his hands drift further. As if both of them had the same thought Elrond moved his body closer into Gil-Galad touch and allowed hands to wonder across hips and thighs.
"Your tense all over" Gil-Galad breathed.
Elrond placed his head back on Gil-Galad’s shoulder and murmured “What your doing is helping”
"Good" Gil-Galad said his breath hitching at the sudden closeness they both shared "I’m glad" he added.
Gil-Galad rubbed his hands across Elrond’s inner thighs and listened to his uneven pants mingling with his own. After this Elrond and Gil-Galad would deny the others feelings and convince themselves that this was just something normal. That no matter how much they wanted it, the other wouldn’t.
"Ereinion" Elrond whispered suddenly. Gil-Galad was taken off guard. His name sounded so pleasant on his lips and something tightened in his chest. It was an exhilarating feeling. One he wanted more of.
"I like that" Gil-Galad responded quietly.
Elrond smiled. He placed his hands on Gil-Galad as they moved and worked at the muscle in his legs. “Ereinion” He murmured again. Gil-Galad hummed his approval. Taking the scent of Elrond’s hair as he did.
Elrond felt Gil-Galad’s lips as they Gently brushed his ear with the words “Say it more often” sounding rhythmically on the fine air between them. Elrond exhaled sharply. Something about freely saying his name brought a strange new feeling to him. Infatuation.
There time together was brought to abrupt end. Cirdan came to gather the high king at the request of an old friend. Which Gil-Galad was thrilled with the news yet left dissatisfied with the timing. He turned and looked at Elrond and unspoken words drifted between them. Gil-Galad smiled and took his leave, leaving Elrond flustered and unsure of the events that just took place. Cirdan how ever smiled knowingly and followed Gil-Galad shortly after. Elrond sat on the wall staring out over the gardens and thought. The only thing that convinced him that he wasn’t dreaming was that sharp pain in his rear. He winced, the memory of his fall returning rapidly. Although embarrassed by it, it was something to be thankful of. He was sure of it.
I’m very sorry for my lack of uploading of late I’m having a lot of home issues at the moment and my art depression has been up and down it’s annoying : ( (thankfully I have a awesome friend that keeps me going bless her) I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things again now that I’m feeling a little better.
I hope to be here again soon with writing and art haha, missed you *hugs <3
This is a dabble for my Bestest bud Onelittlemushroom/little-soup-dragon. Love you loads and thank you for always being my most awesomest person <333 (sorry if I spelt stuff wrong lolololol I’m derping today :P)
Pairing - Gil Galad x Elrond
Gil Galad furrowed his brow and turned to Elrond, his concern clearly visible. Elrond smiled in return shaking his head reassuring Gil Galad that everything was alright. His king thought their previous love making a little to rough and felt the need to watch over him. Elrond thought it sweet, he had never seen his king make so much fuss and to be the cause of it brought him joy. He loved how Gil Galad’s hands would hold him steady as he walked and how his attention drifted towards him and how he would gently embrace him from time to time placing soft loving kisses on his brow, cheeks and lips.
Gil Galad shuffled his seat closer ignoring the eyes of their companions and sat close enough to brush shoulders with Elrond and take his hand in his.
It felt like all time had stopped and the only thing moving was their figures intertwining. Elrond’s breath hitched slightly and Gil Galad noted it as pain.
"I’m sorry" he whispered, giving the hand in his a gentle squeeze.
Elrond looked at him confused and raised an eyebrow questionably “For what?” he asked.
"Last night …I was not in my right mind and I … I got a little over bearing"
Elrond laughed quietly squeezing his Kings hand in return.
"I liked it" he chuckled "although I don’t think I could do it like that all the time but it was enjoyable"
Gil Galad’s eyes softened and a wave of relief hit him. He forgot about their surroundings and the eyes that lay upon them as he reached with his free hand cupping Elronds face gently before brushing his tumb from Jaw to lips and bringing Elrond into a loving kiss. It lasted a while before they parted.
suddenly realisation hit them and Elrond flushed brighter than usual, even The King felt his cheeks glow a little. Gil-Galad turned his attention back to his vistors and smiled sheepishly as he turned his gaze to his old friend who seemed way to delighted with the situation.
While Gil Galad’s attention was not on him Elrond took this moment to place his other hand firmly on Gil’s thigh and briefly whispered in his ear, “Will you come to my room later?” he asked
Gil Galad let out a low throatily moan and mumbled “Of course”
At this Elrond squeezed his hand again and stood hastily, nodding his good byes to each guest and hurrying off.
Gildor winked at his friend from across the table and laughed at the look he got in a response. The other elves thought nothing more of it and continued there explanations and what not. Gil Galad just sat and listened thinking about his evening to come and trying to Ignore his friends taunts and teasing of the matter.