Gil-galad: you.

Thranduil: Excellent choice....
Thranduil: We could sneak outside and see the gardens....

Gil-galad: Aye, we could...
Gil-galad: *walks with Thranduil*
Gil-galad: It was his idea. The whole thing.
Gil-galad: I guess I should have stopped him, but you know what he's like.

Thranduil: *takes your hand* That's not what I saw...

Gil-galad: What did you see?

Thranduil: I saw... *rubs his thumb in Gil's palm* a dark-haired king, shining in golden armor and a cloak as blue as the sea.

Gil-galad: Me?

Thranduil: I was not watching my father as I probably ought to have been.
Thranduil: I only had eyes for you.

Gil-galad: Your father did what he thought was right.
Gil-galad: IT turned out to be really wrong, but at least he made his own choice.

Thranduil: I know.
Thranduil: He's good for that. And I love his impetuous nature. *smiles* I've been told he and I, we're alike that way.
Thranduil: Impetuous.

Gil-galad: But would you charge forward into a legion of orcs?

Thranduil: *considers*
Thranduil: Under the right circumstances? Certainly.

Gil-galad: Under the right circumstances?

Thranduil: *nods, stepping closer*

Gil-galad: Which would those be?

Thranduil: For instance... when you faced Sauron...
Thranduil: I tried to get to your side. You did not see... because you were busy.
Thranduil: But I did.
Thranduil: I was always in the background... at all your meetings, all those gatherings of captains...
Thranduil: *raises a hand and touches Gil's hair lightly* Just a young prince in the background... watching....

Gil-galad: Must have been nice. I had to pay attention.

Thranduil: Oh... I paid attention.

Gil-galad: You did? That's impressive.

Thranduil: Always paid attention. *lightly runs one finger up the outer edge of Gil's ear*
Thranduil: Watched you.
Thranduil: *leans in closer* You smell nice. Always thought you would. Like vanilla and lavender.

Gil-galad: Watched me? *slids his hands around Thranduil's waist* But I'm so... boring...

Thranduil: Oh no... no you aren't.

Thranduil: *dips his chin, places a kiss just under Gil's ear* I never thought you were boring.

Gil-galad: *grins* That's some... devotion.
Gil-galad: *leans into Thranduil's hair* You smell like... sun and trees and warm grass...

Thranduil: I am glad you think so. *kisses all down Gil's jawline*
Thranduil: *grins* even if I lived in a cave?

Gil-galad: Caves can be nice and... cozy.

Thranduil: Mine was. You'd have liked my cave. Was big. and beautifully carved. And... cozy. *Takes a chance and gently fits his mouth over Gil's*

Gil-galad: *gently returns the kiss* It's not close by, is it?

Thranduil: No, alas. It is back in Middle-earth. Here, I live in a very nice palace....

Gil-galad: Palace, eh?
Gil-galad: Is it close by?

Thranduil: Oh yes. Just the other side of the city. And my carriage is right outside.
Thranduil: Fast horses. Comfortable seats. Discreet chauffeur....

Gil-galad: I'd say we could go back to my place, but... that sounds too tempting. Lead on!

Thranduil: *grins* There's no one home at my place. My son hangs out with Dwarves these days, and is probably out partying. Red meat on the bone, strong ale, all that stuff. Come on! *Takes Gil by the hand*

Gil-galad: *follows happily* I wouln't say no to red meat and ale.

Thranduil: I'll see what my cook can come up with.

Gil-galad: You have a cook? Wonderful.

Thranduil: *speaks to the Elf standing by his carriage; a second Elf is sent off on horseback, galloping off toward Thranduil's palace*

Gil-galad: You do live in style...

Thranduil: I have a cook... and lots of other things. *grins, holds open the carriage door*

Gil-galad: *climbs in, running his hands over the soft seats* Very nice...

Thranduil: I do indeed. Only the best. Spent too many years running to have fun before... now I'm a hero and rich. *grins*
Thranduil: Dinner will be waiting for us at home. And the bathing chamber will have a nice hot pool waiting for us. *grins happily*
Thranduil: I cannot believe you're coming home with me! I have dreamed of this for centuries...

Gil-galad: You really should have asked me earlier.
Gil-galad: *runs his foot up Thranduil's shin*

Thranduil: Cannot imagine why I waited. *shivers*

Gil-galad: Nor can I.
Gil-galad: Waiting is hardly fun.

Thranduil: All those years of listening to Elrond go on and on about the glory of the Noldor... on and on about you... and I just wanted to tell him to shut it and let me dream... *leans in close for a kiss*

Gil-galad: *kisses him on the mouth, but quickly turns his head to bite the tip of Thranduil's ear*

Thranduil: *groans softly* Oh, the ears....

Gil-galad: You like that too, hm?

Thranduil: I'm afraid you've discovered my weak spot... *grins*

Gil-galad: Welllllll...
Gil-galad: *runs his tongue up to the point*

Thranduil: *shivers deliciously and groans raggedly* Oh dear, I think I shall have to retaliate....

Gil-galad: Please do...

Thranduil: *entwines hands in Gil's hair and straddles his lap* Let me see now... fantasy number one... make King of the Noldor squirm with delight....
Thranduil: *Kisses Gil quite thoroughly, running the tip of his tongue along between their lips*

Gil-galad: *grins and squirms* Too easy.

Thranduil: Fantasy number two... *quirks an eyebrow* Make King of the Noldor beg nicely....

Gil-galad: *smiles evilly* Beg for what, exactly?

Thranduil: *presses closer, pulling Gil's back away from the seat, lightly raking fingernails over his back and nibbling at the base of his neck*
Thranduil: Whatever I can get. *smirks*
Thranduil: Ever thought of having your nipples pierced?

Gil-galad: Maybe I'll beg you for whatever I can get...
Gil-galad: Pierced?!

Thranduil: I would like that.

Gil-galad: Ooohhhhh... well....

Thranduil: *nods* yes, pierced.

Gil-galad: No, I've never thought of that.

Thranduil: *works hands under Gil's tunic and rolls his nipples between his fingers* The pain is...amazing.
Thranduil: Astonishing what it does to one.

Gil-galad: I'd gladly watch you get pierced.

Thranduil: *grins ferally* too late.

Gil-galad: *raises an eyebrow* Reallllllyyyyy...

Thranduil: *nods again, leaning forward to place a line of kisses down Gil's throat, unfastening tunic clasps with his teeth* Had it done years ago.

Gil-galad: May I see?

Thranduil: *grins* Are you... begging? Nicely?

Gil-galad: Very nicely.
Gil-galad: Please may I see your piercings?

Thranduil: *quirks an eyebrow* That was pretty nice. But you'll have to go looking for them yourself.
Gil-galad: Must I...

Thranduil: There are three....

Gil-galad: Well then...

Thranduil: *undoes the last clasp of Gil's tunic and licks his way back up the centre of the King's chest* mmmm, delicious....

Gil-galad: *trembling fingers fumble with the clasps on Thranduil's tunic*

Thranduil: *throws his head back and murmurs just on the edge of hearing...*

Gil-galad: *manages to undo them all in a short time* Let me see...
Gil-galad: *pushes the fabric back off of Thranduil's shoulders*

Thranduil: Three, remember... you have to find three... piercings....
Thranduil: *licks his lips and groans* Fantasy... number... three... being disrobed by the High King of the Noldor.... mmmmm....

Gil-galad: *runs his hand down the left side of Thranduil's chest, pausing when his fingers reach a pierced nipple* Here's one...

Thranduil: *repeats dreamily* One...

Gil-galad: *runs his other hand down the right side* And... here's two...

Thranduil: Two.... *raises his head and smiles, teeth gleaming whitely in the dim interior of the carriage* There... is a third somewhere....

Gil-galad: *grins* I can't imagine where. *tugs lightly at the two piercings*

Thranduil: *groans raggedly* Oh yes, just like that....

Gil-galad: *twists one of the rings between his fingers* Like this?

Thranduil: *runs his hands up Gil's forearms; clenches tight at the twist* Ai! Yes....
Thranduil: *the rings are mithril, set with small perfect emeralds... Thranduil shifts in Gil's lap and grinds their groins together* Aren't they nice?

Gil-galad: Very nice... very nice...
Gil-galad: *leans down to take one of the rings in his mouth*

Thranduil: *with a soft cry, Thranduil brings one hand up through Gil's lush hair to cup the back of his neck* Oh yes... yes please....

Gil-galad: *bats the ring about with his tongue*

Thranduil: You magnificent bastard... *grins and pushes closer*

Gil-galad: I suppose I'd better... better find the third?

Thranduil: *grins* That will take some doing. Or... maybe UNdoing?

Gil-galad: I'll try my best.

Thranduil: We're almost to the palace. *peeks out the window* I have a very nice bedchamber.

Gil-galad: *strokes his hands down Thranduil's sides to his hips, toying with the waistband of his breeches*

Thranduil: *catches his breath*

Gil-galad: Am I getting closer?

Thranduil: Maybe. I seem to be having trouble remembering just at the moment, for some reason. *grins*

Gil-galad: Shall I continue, or are we going inside?

Thranduil: *the carriage glides to a halt; Thranduil looks out the window* We seem to be home. Shall we?

Gil-galad: If we must...

Thranduil: *grins* we could stay here. They can unhitch the horses. But... *plays one hand down Gil's chest* I have a very cozy bed...

Gil-galad: Very well. I
Gil-galad: I'm convinced. Lead the way!

Thranduil: *grunts* If I can still walk... *unwinds himself from Gil's lap, uses his foot to undo the latch of the door*
Thranduil: *slides out of the carriage and holds out a hand to Gil* Coming, your majesty?

Gil-galad: Of course, my King.
Gil-galad: *takes Thranduil's hand and follows*

Thranduil: If not right now, you will be.... *smiles mistily and leads the way into the palace, leaving orders for the servants to make themselves attentively invisible...*
Thranduil: *They head up to Thranduil's private suite. Food has been laid out on a table near the fireplace; there's a cozy little blaze in the hearth, and the large, comfy looking bed has been turned down.*

Gil-galad: This looks absolutely lovely.
Gil-galad: I'm suddenly starving.

Thranduil: *smiles at Gil* Fantasy number four... entertaining a certain High King in my very own bedchamber...
Thranduil: *steps closer* and... for what are you hungering, dare I ask?

Gil-galad: It's a night for fantasies come true, isn't it?
Gil-galad: Food. And... maybe finding that third piercing of yours.

Thranduil: Why... yes... *takes a lock of Gil's hair in his hand and smiling* Definitely a night for fantasies. Come--red meat, just as you like.

Gil-galad: Perfect.

Thranduil: *sees his guest into a chair and sits beside him, carving the nice roast.* May I serve you?

Gil-galad: However you like.

Thranduil: *makes up a plate for each of them; cuts a piece of the roast and spears it on a fork, holding it out toward Gil* My cook is very, very good.

Gil-galad: *tastes and nods* I have to agree.

Thranduil: This is my recipe for wild blueberry sauce. Cooking is an occasional hobby for me. *dips a finger in the sauce, runs it along Gil's lower lip* It goes very nicely with all kinds of meats.

Gil-galad: Mmm... it is nice...

Thranduil: Try this... *spears a piece of asparagus, dripping with hollandaise sauce* I like spears. *grins*
Thranduil: *licks sauce off one finger...*

Gil-galad: Really? Me too...
Gil-galad: *takes the asparagus*

Thranduil: *watches Gil eat the asparagus, lips slightly parted...* You... do that very well.

Gil-galad: I have lots of practice.

Thranduil: Really. *smiles and licks lips*

Gil-galad: Mm.
Gil-galad: More please?

Thranduil: *takes a spear of asparagus and holds it up to Gil's mouth, dripping hollandaise on his tongue*

Gil-galad: *eats it very slowly*

Thranduil: *catches his breath and smiles*

Gil-galad: It's all very good.

Thranduil: About that third piercing, now... *grins* Any ideas where you might find such a thing? *licks hollandaise off his long, strong fingers*

Gil-galad: Well... I've searched your upper body... so...

Thranduil: *nods* Indeed you have....

Gil-galad: I may have to start looking elsewhere.

Thranduil: *Raises eyebrows* Think you so? Well--I'm not prone to argue. *looks down, grins* In fact I'm not prone at all. We should do something about that.

Gil-galad: I agree.
Gil-galad: Stand, please?

Thranduil: *Thranduil rises and pushes back his chair*

Gil-galad: *runs his fingers over the lacing on Thranduil's breeches* Am I still close?

Thranduil: *takes a deep breath* I would say so, yes....

Gil-galad: *unties the laces and begins pulling them apart*
Gil-galad: Still?

Thranduil: Getting closer.... *his breathing is getting a little ragged...*

Gil-galad: *tugs the breeches down ever so slightly, leaning closer* ...And now?

Thranduil: Definitely....

Gil-galad: You seem to be... straining... in your breeches, Thranduil.
Thranduil: *glances down archly* Do you think so? Perhaps I'm putting on weight because of all this rich food.

Gil-galad: *can't help but laugh* That's not what I meant...
Gil-galad: Though that does give an interesting mental picture...

Thranduil: *smiles, runs fingers through Gil's hair* I like to hear you laugh. It sounds... nice.

Gil-galad: *kisses Thranduil's exposed hip* Have I almost found it?

Thranduil: *Ghosts a hand over the front of his own breeches* I do seem to have a bit of a... bulge, here....

Gil-galad: You do.

Thranduil: *hums lightly under his breath* Oh, I think you are getting very close now.

Gil-galad: Maybe it's pointing the way.

Thranduil: That could very well be. *it's getting just a little harder to talk now... Thranduil breathes as best he can.... and smiles...*

Gil-galad: *pulls the breeches down further, letting Thranduil's shaft stand free* Ah.
Gil-galad: I seem to have found a treasure.

Thranduil: *Thranduil gasps raggedly and chuckles* Indeed you have! Imagine such a thing!
Thranduil: Are you... a collector of such treasures, then?

Gil-galad: I could be.

Thranduil: One should always... examine a treasure closely. Before... acquiring it, I mean.

Gil-galad: Very wise, yes.

Thranduil: I would be quite pleased to have you... examine my... treasure.

Gil-galad: *takes the small ring between his thumb and finger, and strokes it*

Thranduil: Oh my... you seem to have found something! *throws his head back and all but purrs...*

Gil-galad: I might examine it closer. *leans in so his breath coats the piercing*

Thranduil: *Takes a deep, almost gasping breath* Oh yes... yes...

Gil-galad: *toys with the ring with his tongue*

Thranduil: *clenches both hands in Gil's hair...* Oh my, yes...

Gil-galad: Any fantasies about a certain Noldorin High King doing naughty things to your private bits?

Thranduil: *laughs* Oh, many. Many!

Gil-galad: Well, strike this off the list.
Gil-galad: *closes his mouth over the head of Thranduil's shaft*

Thranduil: *lets out a surprised roar of delight* Eru!!

Gil-galad: Not Eru. Gil-galad.
Gil-galad: *tries not to laugh* You have fantasies about Eru too?

Thranduil: *laughs again, a little hysterically* You magnificent bastard!!

Gil-galad: I mean, I can pretend if you like...

Thranduil: Oh no. No you don't. I've waited too long to be with you--whole hundreds of years!--for you to go pretending to be a god. Damn all you Noldor anyway... always looking for a promotion... *places a kiss atop Gil's head*

Gil-galad: I'll be me. Don't you worry.

Thranduil: Oh good. Good. *nuzzles Gil's hair*

Gil-galad: *wraps a hand around Thranduil's shaft and strokes in opposite motion to his mouth*

Thranduil: *cries out incoherently, fists hands in Gil's hair*

Gil-galad: Like that?

Thranduil: Blessed Valar, YES!
Thranduil: I want to touch you... please, can we move to the bed?
Thranduil: Fantasy number six, you know.... *smiles brightly*

Gil-galad: Yes.
Gil-galad: *scoops Thranduil up in his arms and carries him over to the bed, falling on top of him*

Thranduil: *too delighted and stunned to react, Thranduil just lays there and stares up dazedly.* Hmm. You're... strong.
Thranduil: *reaches up and runs hands along Gil's arms* Nice muscles, High King...
Thranduil: By all that's holy, you are beautiful... *blinks rapidly* I have dreamed of this night most of my life, I think!

Gil-galad: What happens in your dreams?

Thranduil: *briefly closes his eyes* Oh, all manner of things... Sometimes you are very gentle and loving, taking all the time in the world...
Thranduil: Other times you are quite forceful and... demanding..
Gil-galad: *grins* Which do you prefer?

Thranduil: *smiles wickedly* I think the latter... I can be rather forceful myself, you see. Or at least, so I am told.

Gil-galad: Forceful, hmmmm...

Thranduil: So I am told. *preens modestly, his eyes glittering*

Gil-galad: *kisses Thranduil with a sudden rough intensity, grabbing his wrists and holding him down on the bed*

Thranduil: *growls under his breath and struggles, kissing back and nipping at Gil's tongue*

Gil-galad: You have oil here?

Thranduil: Drawer. Table. your left.

Gil-galad: *reaches out to the left, patting his hand around until he finds a drawer, and then digging through the drawer until he finds a jar*
Gil-galad: Good...

Thranduil: *arches back, trying to bring their groins together...*

Gil-galad: On your stomach. Now.

Thranduil: *Raises an eyebrow, but obeys; Thranduil's heart is hammering with desire and delight*

Gil-galad: *pushes Thranduil's legs apart with his knees, pressing his naked shaft into Thranduil's backside* How's this?

Thranduil: *gasps in delighted shock* Ai! Gods! Yes!

Gil-galad: *bites down on Thranduil's shoulder, hard enough to cause a shock of pain*

Thranduil: *rears up, throwing his head back, and cries out in delight* Oh yes, yes! Gods!

Gil-galad: *kisses his way down Thranduil's spine, dragging his teeth along the skin, until he comes to Thranduil's bottom. His tongue darts out, lightly tracing the crack*

Thranduil: *moans raggedly, arching his back, desperate for contact...*

Gil-galad: *probes more forcefully with his tongue, until the tip pressees against Thranduil's opening*

Thranduil: *groans and tries to push backward, wriggling in a desperate attempt to break Gil's hold on his wrists* Oh gods... please... let me touch you....

Gil-galad: *releases him* You may touch me.
Gil-galad: *presses more firmly with his tongue*

Thranduil: *groaning with delight, Thranduil reaches back to caress Gil's thighs, brushing against his hard organ; he grasps it lightly and brushes his thumb across the weeping tip.

Gil-galad: *allows Thranduil to touch him, and leans into the Sinda's hand. He pulls back enough to open the jar of oil and pour a small amount onto his hand. He thoroughly coats one finger and presses it slowly at Thranduil's entrance*

Thranduil: *Thranduil tries to push back, eager for the long-dreamed-of intrusion...*

Gil-galad: Stay still.
Gil-galad: Am I forceful enough for you, or do you require something more?

Thranduil: *He freezes at the command, breathing strongly, almost panting...*
Thranduil: Whatever you desire, my king!

Gil-galad: I desire you. Now.

Thranduil: *glances back, eyes smouldering* Take me then... make me yours.

Gil-galad: *he withdraws his finger and pours more oil onto his hand, coating his shaft with a few rough movements.
Gil-galad: *He presses into Thranduil, entering slowly*

Thranduil: *groans softly, the sound gradually rising...*

Gil-galad: *presses forward more insistently until he is fully inside*

Thranduil: *almost unable to breathe, Thranduil opens his mouth to cry out--and no sound comes forth. He has waited centuries for this, and it is every bit as wonderful as he has ever dreamed.... He presses backward and tries to catch his breath.* Ride me... please... *he begs, barely audible*

Gil-galad: *begins to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, clutching Thranduil roughly around the hips*

Thranduil: *clumsily at first, but then with greater agility, Thranduil matches Gil's rhythm and meets him, thrust for thrust... as his own organ brushes against the coverlets with each thrust, he murmurs in delighted pain...* Ai... yes... yes!

Gil-galad: *slides a hand from Thranduil's hip, down underneath him, to grasp his organ and stroke it mercilessly*

Thranduil: AI! *he bucks in surprise and delight, and does his best to re-establish the rhythm... he is panting now, his eyes are half-lidded and it seems as if all time is distilled down to this one moment.* Ai, gods... you are magnificent....

Gil-galad: Don't speak. *his voice is coarse and uneven* Just feel... uhhhh...

Thranduil: *Thranduil laughs a little wildly. All he can DO right now is feel... Caught between Gil's hand in front and his cock in back, the Sindar is suffused with sensation and delight... but he does not speak again, just keeps to the ancient rhythm and absorbs the wonderful sensation of being taken...*

Gil-galad: *speeds up to a frantic pace, body tensing and tightening with every movement. Then, with a final sharp inhalation, he reaches his climax and thrusts into Thranduil one final time with all the force he can muster*

Thranduil: *The feel of Gil's climax fuels Thranduil's own; the sensation coiling in his groin explodes with a power that takes him by surprise, and as his lover's member strikes the special spot deep within, Thranduil cries out and comes forcefully. His vision tunnels... he bucks almost mindlessly, and he feels himself tighten over Gil's flesh even as the other's hand tightens over Thranduil's own...*

Gil-galad: *gasps and falls, breathlessly, to Thranduil's side*

Thranduil: *reaches out almost blindly to touch Gil* Ai, gods... *pants* ai...

Gil-galad: *wraps his arm around Thranduil and pulls him close* Mmmm...
Gil-galad: I like your... treasures...

Thranduil: *nuzzles into his chest* And I like your spear... VERY much...

Gil-galad: *gropes around for a blanket, and throws it over them*

Thranduil: *Raises his head sleepily* Can you... will you... stay?

Gil-galad: I can and I will.
Gil-galad: *kisses Thranduil's hair*

Thranduil: *smiles mistily* You would not mind waking up in the bed of a Sindar? *grins*

Gil-galad: Not as much as I'd mind waking up in the bed of my uncle...

Thranduil: Which one? No wait, I'm not sure I want to know... *snuggles back down, nibbling on Gil's collarbone*
Thranduil: *chuckles warmly, nuzzles some more*

Gil-galad: *squeezes him and yawns*
Gil-galad: You fair wore me out, Sinda.

Thranduil: *arches an eyebrow* Did I, now? How... naughty of me. *nibbles sleepily* You seem to have worn me out as well. How lucky there's a bed handy...

Gil-galad: I was just thinking that.
Gil-galad: We don't even have to move
Gil-galad: At all. Ever.

Thranduil: *Smiles* Until morning... or the next time we feel like... exploring....
Thranduil: *yawns* My cook makes a wonderful breakfast. At any hour.

Gil-galad: In an hour or so?
Gil-galad: I'm hungry again.

Thranduil: *grins into Gil's shoulder* There's still food on the table. We could roll over there... unless what you hunger for is right here....

Gil-galad: I'm too tired to go all the way over there.

Thranduil: Me too.

Gil-galad: And too comfortable.

Thranduil: *nuzzles and wraps his arms about Gil* Likewise...

Gil-galad: *yawns again, closing his mouth over Thranduil's ear tip*

Thranduil: I like the way you smell after sex. *wriggles delightedly* Snacking, are we?

Gil-galad: Mmm..
Gil-galad: What do I smell like?
Gil-galad: A tired sweaty Noldo?

Thranduil: Honest sweat, and sex, and all sorts of wonderful things.

Gil-galad: Good...

Thranduil: I like sweaty Noldo.

Gil-galad: I like being the sweaty Noldo you like.

Thranduil: Well... you anyway. Some sweaty Noldo would be... yuck.

Gil-galad: Yes.

Thranduil: *grins* Do not worry... there is simply no WAY you and I are related even a little, except that we both have ancestors who awakened at Cuivienen.

Gil-galad: That us comforting.

Thranduil: *nuzzles* Very.
Thranduil: I have never been so glad to NOT be related to someone, in all my long life.

Gil-galad: Nor have I...

Thranduil: *smiles, his eyes gleaming in the firelight* I am glad you came home with me tonight, Ereinion. I hope King Finarfin won't be too upset that we disappeared... but I am so very glad you came home with me.

Gil-galad: So am I.