Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gil-galad/Elrond
Summary: Gil-Galad returns for to serve his new master...Sauron.
Notes: I love Gil-Galad. For me, he's a wonderful character, like Elrond, that in the movie didn't get so much space. ( But in the end, I think that Elrond's love for Ereinion was strong and deep. And poor Elrond lost him during the last battle against Sauron...
Thanks to my beta Rider Riddle
Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
The Fall of Gil-Galad
Years Ago
The sunlight drifted across his face, awaking Elrond, and he turned his face away from the light, burying his face in the warmth of the body next to his, hoping to recapture the sleep of moments before; but it didn't happen.
He lay there, feeling strong arms around him, he knew he couldn't move far without waking Gil-Galad. Elrond watched the sunlight played over the Elven-king's features, lighting the dark-brown of his hair, ghosting over his strong features. Elrond found his lover beautiful, the way his blue eyes lit up when they looked at Elrond, the curve of his strong jaw, the perfect cream skin, the body that took and gave him so much pleasure, it all added up to a beauty Elrond had never expected to find.
"What's so interesting?" a sleepy murmur into Elrond's ear was the first clue that Ereinion is awake; the second being a hardness pressing into Elrond's thigh.
"You," Elrond whispered, moving his leg just a little, and smiling as the Elven-king moaned.
"Only you can make me this...nin-iaun." Gil-Galad replied, slowly kissing Elrond on his soft lips.
"I'm worried, my Lord." Elrond whispered against Ereinion's lips, his own lips red from the kiss.
"About what, nin-iaun?"
"About Sauron." Elrond said, getting into a sitting position and looking out from the window in front of the bed.
Gil-Galad sighed, scratching his head "Don't worry about that--"
Elrond turned his face quickly toward the Elven-king. "My Lord, I can sense terrible days are coming. I don't know how I can describe what I'm feeling, in this dark time..."
"We'll fight against him...We'll win."
Elrond remained in silence, fixing the Elven-king with a stare, as if the king was a ghost, as if he was saying something incomprehensible for him. Elrond wanted so much to believe in those words but he didn't know why his heart was whispering not to believe in that.
"Come here." Gil-Galad reached out with his long arms and pulled Elrond in close to his body. He liked to hug his lover.
Elrond allowed himself to be rolled under the lean body and closed his eyes. He could feel Gil-Galad's hands roaming over his own form. They paused at his nipples, pinching and twisting in an almost gentle way that the king knew, from long experience, sent bolts of electricity straight to Elrond's cock, arousing him. Elrond parted his thighs and allowed Gil-Galad's hips to settle between them, pressing their cocks together. Gil-Galad's cock hardened as it brushed against Elrond's.
"I love you, melethron-nîn."
As Gil-Galad's hips began to pump gently, his breathing quickened. Elrond took Gil-Galad's face between his hands and started to kiss him softly, everywhere. Gil-Galad moaned softly and his hands grew more insistent. He began to probe at Elrond's entrance.
He slid down Elrond's body and lifted his legs over sturdy shoulders, and pushed two fingers into the puckered entrance, stretching it.
Elrond hissed in pain. "Am I hurting you, melethron-nîn?"
"N--no, it's okay. Love me, my king."
Gil-Galad shoved himself in and Elrond endured the moment of discomfort. Gil-Galad got into a steady rhythm and began pumping regularly, hitting Elrond's prostate each time. Elrond moaned and Ereinion braced his arms on either side of Elrond's shoulders and arched his head back as his hips pushed again and again into the hot, wet clasp of Elrond's ass.
"Oh, Valar, you're so tight," Gil-Galad grunted. His lean body glistened with sweat from his exertions.
Elrond could feel the tremors in Gil-Galad's muscles that told him the other was getting closer, so he tightened his muscles and allowed himself to feel the sudden rush of tingling energy that spread out from the center of his body. His hand tightened on Gil-Galad shoulders, nails scratching the skin, making it red. Feeling his lover coming on his stomach made Gil-Galad lose his mind. Moaning, his cock twitching in Elrond's ass, he then spewed his load into him.
Gil-Galad slowly kissed Elrond´s cheek, forehead, and eyelids. Finally, he placed a warm kiss on Elrond´s lips, saying softly, "You don't have to worry, lovely one, because you have me, your Elven-king. And as long as you have me by your side, nothing will touch or hurt you, I'll swear on it."
The sun was casting a golden light into the bedroom. It was incredible. It made the Elven-king shine like he was made with gold and light. Elrond cuddled closer to him, wishing that the moment would never end. He knew that voices were whispering that soon would be the war, Sauron wanted it.
Gil-Galad barely murmured something and clung closer to Elrond, laying his head on the younger elf´s chest. In that moment to the eyes of Elrond, Gil-Galad's expression was a strange mix of pain and worry, he had a rare, vulnerable look that anyone rarely saw, a look that he only had show to him. Ereinion was the last High King of the Noldor in Middle-earth and a king cannot show his weakness, or if he has fear. And Elrond could sense it, feel it like it was his own.
Also, though Gil-Galad was always ready to fight, brave-heart, daring, like a king should be in the deep of his heart, he could feel that this battle would be terrible for both humans and elves.
Elrond leaned close, kissing Gil-Galad´s temple. "Sleep now, my Lord, I'll watch over you."
Isildur looked at the Elven-king that was now giving his back to him. His long velvet blue mantle was dirty with mud at the end, the precious golden crown on his dark head. He was tall and had a strong body for an elf, but he couldn't deny the fact that his race was of the elves. He had been studying the king for some time. Never had he seen him in the past, he had always heard people telling about 'this' high king called Gil-Galad and how much he was beautiful and powerful; and now, he was standing there, talking with his young herald, showing him an old map.
To Isildur, Gil-Galad didn't seem something terrible like the fury of the sea. He then looked at the long golden lance lying across the table, and then he looked to the two elves again. He was getting tired of the fact that they were always talking in that incomprehensible language, never talking in the human language that he was sure they both knew.
"I hate them." he whispered to his father, Elendil, who was standing near him, sipping some wine.
"Isildur, my son! What you are saying!" he hissed softly to his son.
"They have been talking for hours and hours in that stupid language that I can't understand! They avoid the filthy humans. Also, this one, the king, is just like them."
Elendil sighed leaning against the wall. "Elves love to do everything perfect."
"That's not enough for me. I want to know what they are talking about."
Elendil looked up at his son tiredly. "Then ask them."
Isildur stepped foward, stamping his dirty feet on Gil-Galad's long blue mantle on purpose. The Elven-king turned quickly, looking at the feet on his mantle, then to Isildur.
"Excuse me, you are on my mantle." he said, slowly but coldly, trying to pull the mantle out from under Isildur's feet.
"Oh, my highness, I'm sorry." he faked a sincere voice, looking directly into Gil-Galad's eyes with anger.
Elrond sighed looking down, he knew that his war was stressing both races.
"Listen to me, Gil--Gil-whateveryournameis, why can't you talk in a language that we can all understand?"
Silence.
"If I don't get it wrong, we are all in this war together and we fight together, so how can I fucking know what to do if you are keeping that damned map in your gracious hands and talking in that impossible language?" he hissed, fixing the king with a glare.
"ISILDUR!" his father yelled, putting an hand on his shoulder. "Please, stop that."
"WHAT, FATHER, WHAT?" he yelled, pointing to the two elves. "They avoid us, why can't you see it? Am I mad, father, or can't you see it?"
"We are not avoiding humans." Gil-Galad replied coldly. "We are here to fight together, like you said."
"I don't believe you. You have something in your mind!"
"ISILDUR! STOP NOW WITH THAT!" his father yelled at him, slamming his fist on the table.
Isildur grunted, pushing back his long hair and walking away from the tent.
Gil-Galad stood out in front of his tent, watching the stars twinkling above him, battling the dark fog that covered Mordor. He thought about the alliance and how fragile it was...how difficult it was, this war.
"Come to bed, my Lord." Elrond said, stepping out in the cold, dark night. Gil-Galad stepped back and went into his tent with his herald, Elrond.
"Melethron-nîn, is something wrong?"
"No, Ereinion-nîn is doing just fine, like a king should do."
"So why can't men stand me, us, the elven race?"
"It's the war, my king, the war is wearing out our bodies, minds, and souls."
Ereinion nodded and sat up on the bed, undressing himself, then he looked up. "Oh Elbereth, you´re beautiful."
Elrond blushed, and Gil-Galad patted the place next to him, urging the other elf to join him. When Elrond began to crawl beneath the silk blue sheets, his lover shook his head.
"Too many clothes," he grinned.
There was no argument from the other elf. He stripped off his clothes as quickly as he could, standing nude before his lover.
"Now you can come to bed."
Lips met lips, moans were shared, hard cocks rubbed together.
"I love you," Gil-Galad said. "I´ve always loved you."
"I know, my Lord."
They kissed each other with a deep passion. Then Elrond sighed contently, snuggling even closer to the king-elf. His head rested against Gil-Galad´s shoulder, his breath soft against the cream skin. The two elves didn't know that someone was standing there, hidden in the darkness of Mordor's night, watching them making slow sex, hearing their name's on each other's lips.
"Soon...too soon, I'll have you, my sweet one..."
Continued?
Ok this is the prologue, so who'll be watching the two elves? Let me know if you want more.
Notes:
1) For who don't know Gil-Galad: According to Foster (1978), he was born in the First Age and was the last High King of the Noldor in Middle-earth. During the Second Age he fought off Sauron with the help of Elrond, his close companion and herald, and the men of Numenor. After Numenor's fall, Sauron again arose and threatened Middle-earth, and Gil-galad joined with Elendil, the leader of the Dunadain, to create the Last Alliance of Elves and Men. Both were killed in Mordor during the final assault, when Elendil's sword Narsil was broken and Gil-galad was killed by the extreme heat of Sauron. The story of how Isildur, Elendil's son, used the broken sword to cleave the Ring of Power from Sauron's hand, and how Elrond tried to get him to destroy it by throwing it into Mount Doom, was told in the film (FOTR) as well as the book.
2) The descriptors after Gil-galad's name in Elrond's journal read (hopefully) "My king, my lover, my life." in Sindarin words. WoOoOoW!
3) Melethron-nîn = my love
4) Nîn = My
5) Gil-galad's name is "radiant starlight." Gil-Galad was called Ereinion too.
6) There is no evidence Gil-galad ever married. Elrond was his constant companion and confidant for well over 1000 years, until Gil-galad sent Elrond to try and save Celebrimbor in Eregion. Elrond was at his side in Mordor until the end and in that time he didn't married anyone. A century after Gil-galad's death, Elrond married Celebrian, the only child of Galadriel and Celeborn but then if I don't get wrong she was killed by Orcs and he never re-married an elf. Anyone else thinks it was an arranged marriage?
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