Chapter Text
A melodic hum danced along the warm evening breeze, his hand trailing along the firm bark of the tree that stood proud in their beloved city. Draped in gold and finery and with a golden crown of leaves on his flowing locks, the Elven High King found his gaze altering from the tree downwards below the cliff where, at the water's edge, he caught the sight of a gentle soul.
High King Gil-galad approached the edge of the balcony, hands encircling the intricate railing. His gaze softened as he watched the source of his fondness, gentle run his fingers along the page of the scroll he was tending to. He couldn't see Elrond's eyes but he imagined they were glazed over as he was deep into his mind, eyes only moving as they scanned over every inked word. Gil-galad was often draped in golden threads, not simply because gold was the shade of Kings but rather the shade of the leaves that covered the branches of the grand tree that was a symbol of the Elves' immortality. Elves often wore the colours of nature, there were so many colours to choose from but it was easier to spot Elrond in the sea of warmer shades. Shrouded in oceanic blue, Elrond rested his back against a tree by the streaming leading to the sea.
"Interesting literature?" The deep thrum of his king's voice reached Elrond's ear.
Elrond looked up from the scroll, a small smile gracing his features. The sun casting down against his curls made an ethereal glow form around him.
"All literature is interesting, it just differs depending on the reader." Elrond rolled the scroll and placed it upon the convenient rock beside him.
"Wise words," Gil-galad's robes trailed behind him as he stepped closer to the herald. "You've been out here for some time. You were missed as we broke fast."
"Apologies." Elrond pushed himself to his feet. He looked up to the kind and tilted his head, "It was a beautiful dawn, I had to be a part of it."
Gil-galad, like the majority of Elves, was tall. He was several inches taller than Elrond therefore was able to look down upon him which he did as he raised his hand to cup Elrond's cheek. Not many called him by his given name, often seeing it as a private calling, and since the two of them were alone, he was not taken back by hearing his name on Elrond's lips.
"Ereinion," Elrond looked up, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Perhaps you would join me," Gil-galad traced the edges of Elrond's jawline, "to discuss more literature after sunset?"
Elrond laughed softly, shaking his head, "Deception has never been one of your tactics, my liege."
"No," the king chuckled, "but I have grown fond of your company. Can you blame me for desering more?"
Elrond's eyes softened, leaning his head forward as Gil-galad did the same, pressing his forehead against Elrond's. Their eyes closed and Elrond could feel the warmth of his king's breath against his cheeks. Gil-galad cupped the back of Elrond's neck, pulling back for a moment to look into his eyes.
"Come with me."
Elrond had been privy to the King's Chambers before but usually to converse about council matters. It was no secret that the High King held an appreciation for Lindon's Herald but no one truly had the fully picture.
Elrond stood upon the balcony, hands folded together in front of him as he watched the moonbeams cascade onto the waters of the sea. He sighed contently, closing his eyes for a moment to bathe in the night air. It wasn't cool and there was a tint of salt lingering there but Elrond felt at peace.
He felt the king approach him from behind, a hand coming to his side. Snaking his arm up against Elrond's back, Gil-galad breathed into Elrond's neck. Elrond tilted his head back, eyes still closed. He gasped lightly upon feeling his king's lips against his neck.
"Meleth," Gil-galad breathed out. "You are as the stars in the sky above us."
"My liege," Elrond whispered, "I am yours, do with me as you see fit." He pulled from Gil-galad to face him and he placed a hand upon his chest.
"My dear Elrond, I may seek your permission before I place a single finger upon you."
You are the High King," Elrond furrowed his eyebrows, "you need not seek-"
"When it comes to the kingdom, yes I do have first and last say but," Gil-galad ran his fingers along Elrond's cheek, "I shall not be so hasty. The last thing I desire is to cause you harm."
"You could never hurt me." Elrond uttered in a volume only Gil-galad could hear, barely a whisper yet the words had never been more profound.
"Say the words," Gil-galad looked deep into his eyes, "then I am yours."
"My king," Elrond lowered his hand in order to unravel the belt of Gil-galad's robes, which dropped gracefully to the ground. "Please."
Gil-galad stood bare for a beat or two then moved his hand to cup the back of Elrond's neck. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the crook between his shoulder and neck. Elrond shuddered slightly, a hand pressed against Gil-galad's chest. Pushing him backwards, Gil-galad gently pressed Elrond against the top of his bed, the white sheets melding with the blues of Elrond's robes. Gil-galad continued to layer Elrond's skin with kisses as he used his hands to pull apart the silks covering his body.
Elrond leaned forward, hands holding onto Gil-galad's waist, arching his back as he felt Gil-galad straddle Elrond's legs around his hips and lower himself down. No words were uttered as Gil-galad ran the tip of his member against the wet folds. Elrond let out a sharp, quiet gasp as Gil-galad pushed himself in. Elrond's body tensed, his insides pulsing as Gil-galad began to pull back before sliding back in. Elrond ran his hands around Gil-galad's back, knotting them together to pull himself up. They were chest against chest, bucking to and fro.
Moaning, Elrond rammed his mouth against his king's. Teeth and lips clashing together, the chambers filled with a cacophony of sensually charged sounds. Elrond became deaf to the word, all he could think about was the body inside his own, pushing and pulling. Flesh melding together, sweat beginning to lather his body. A warmth filled his insides along with the sound of Gil-galad's skin clapping against his own. A euphoria filled his body which let him go slack against the soft sheets beneath his body. His chest moved up and down as he allowed himself to lay back down on the bed. Gil-galad then pulled himself out, body shuddering as he pulled himself onto his bed. He gathered Elrond into his arms before laying down on his side. Elrond leaned his head against Gil-galad's chest, sighing as he did.
The world had become something of a utopia, knowing the darkness was no longer a threat. Peace was a lovely reward, indeed.