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dwarrowdelf · 7 months

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moonlight and starlight (chapter one)

Rating: M | No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elrond/Gil-galad, Elrond & Gil-galad, Elrond/Celebrían Word count: 2.2k

Until, rather suddenly, he does.

Read here on AO3.

(Using @silmsmutweek as an excuse to get over my hangups about posting smut on main. The first part, available on AO3 at the above link or under the read more break, fits best with day two, and the upcoming second part fits best with day four.)

There were only two people Elrond had ever wanted to take to bed, and after losing both of them in turn, any such desire seemed to have left him entirely. Even now in Valinor, with both of his loves returned to him, after months and years of waking next to them such that most mornings he can nearly forget what it was like to wake alone, he feels no craving for anything beyond holding and being held. Celebrían and Gil-galad accept this new fact of him, and though Elrond has assured them that he wouldn’t begrudge them taking their pleasure with each other or elsewhere entirely, he doesn’t know if they have ever actually done so.

They three find plenty joy in simpler intimacies, now: holding hands, lounging together with heads in laps or limbs tangled, Gil-galad’s regular insistence on tending their hair, Celebrían’s habit of stealing their shirts, Elrond’s catlike tendency to place himself in whatever space they’re in as if by coincidence.

Which is why it’s such a surprise when Elrond one day is watching Celebrían at her vanity getting ready for a party and is suddenly overcome with the desire to put his hands on her waist where it’s accentuated by the cut of her dress, to put his mouth on the curve of her neck as she pins her hair up. He’s so caught off guard by it that he stands there frozen until Gil knocks on the doorframe to ask if they’re ready and the opportunity has passed.

A few days later, he watches Gil-galad spar with Glorfindel and finds himself unable to look away from his partner’s broad shoulders and the play of muscles in his strong back. When they finish the round, Elrond’s eyes track a bead of sweat as it slips down his friend’s bare chest, and he’s so inexplicably flustered that he turns tail and retreats to the library.

He doesn’t understand why he is so flustered. Celebrían is his wife of three thousand years, and Gil was his lover for nearly that long. Attraction to them is not a new experience for Elrond, and yet after centuries without, he finds himself at a loss. He feels shy, like he did in the years before he gained the courage to court Celebrían, off-balance as he was before he learned that his attraction to Gil-galad was not one-sided. Too, this return of his desire is something that feels private, something he wants to hoard until he’s ready to share it. The little moments continue and build, until one day for the first time in nearly six hundred years Elrond takes himself in hand. He finds his release to the thought of Celebrían astride his lap and the half-remembered feeling of Gil inside him, imagining that his own hand on his chest is one of theirs.

Some time after, Elrond is starting to feel — if not comfortable as he was before, then at least brave enough to make an overture. Celebrían is away visiting her parents, and so it is just Elrond and Gil-galad. Gil had coaxed him to lay with his head in his lap, and now is idly braiding and unbraiding his hair. Elrond is trying to relax, not quite dozing, but every now and then Gil’s nails scratch just so on his scalp, or he’ll tug lightly at a lock of hair, and it’s doing things to him. Eventually, he reaches up and grabs one of Gil’s hands, bringing it down to press a kiss to his knuckles, and then to each fingertip, and then the palm.

“Elrond?” his friend asks, surprised but not confused. Elrond had never developed any sort of ability to openly proposition either of his partners even after millennia together, but both of them in turn had learned his tells. He brings Gil’s hand to cup his face, and the thumb just brushes against Elrond’s lip.

He presses another kiss to it and looks up imploringly to meet Gil-galad’s eyes, which are warm and darker than usual. “May I kiss you, my star?” he asks softly, carefully, and Elrond answers by surging up to meet him.

They kiss for quite a while. Gil, shorter but broader than Elrond, hefts him up into his lap and promptly diverts his attention to Elrond’s neck, making him throw his head back with a gasp. And then somehow Gil is laying down on the cushions with Elrond over him, and at some point both of them have lost their shirts, and Elrond is eagerly sucking a bruise onto Gil’s collar. Gil’s hips push up to meet Elrond’s, and it’s only then that he realizes both of them are hard.

Elrond pulls back, looks at Gil-galad with his well-kissed lips and color high on his cheeks, the warmth in his eyes as he reaches up to tuck Elrond’s hair behind his ear. “I—” Elrond starts, and falters. Looks away. He’s frustrated with himself, and he doesn’t want to be.

Gil-galad smiles softly up at him. “Elrond,” he coaxes. “If all we do today is kiss, it is enough. If all you ever want again is to kiss, it will be enough. If you do not ever want to kiss me again, it has been enough. Just being with you is enough for me; anything else you wish to share is a pleasant bonus.”

Elrond makes a noise low in his throat and bends down to hide his face in the crook of Gil’s neck. “I don’t know what I want,” he confesses. “It’s been so long, and I—”

Gil’s arms wrap around him, and Elrond melts into the embrace gladly. He says, “Let’s stop here for today. There’s nothing saying we can’t do this again later.”

Elrond mumbles an agreement. Gil shifts them around so they’re pressed together on the couch rather than on top of each other, and they stay that way until Erestor comes to get them for supper.

———

For the duration of Celebrían’s trip, Elrond tries to be… well, handsy. It’s something he never really got to be with Gil, their own senses of propriety and a lack of truly private places working against them in that regard. With Celebrían, though, once they were finally wed… oh, Elrond couldn’t keep his hands off of her. He does that with Gil-galad now.

And it is not always in a provocative way. But if Gil-galad is in the library pondering what book he ought to read next, there is no reason now that Elrond can’t come up behind him and wind his arms around his waist, hook his chin over his shoulder. There is nothing to stop him from trailing the backs of his fingers along Gil’s arm, from tangling their fingers together at the end and leading his friend into a few seconds of a dance to make him laugh before letting go and carrying on his way.

There is nothing to stop him from watching Gil-galad spar again with heated eyes, nothing to stop him from leading him sedately away from the courtyard until they are well out of sight, and nothing at all to stop him from yanking Gil into a rarely-used storage room and sinking to his knees.

“Would you like me to return the favor?” Gil asks some time later, still mildly breathless and no less sweaty.

Elrond merely smiles and kisses his cheek. “This is enough,” he replies. Then, teasingly, “For now.”

He leaves Gil gaping open-mouthed after him as he exits the storage room, and feels quite pleased with himself.

———

Artanáro Ereinion, called Gil-galad, has, by his own admission, no interest at all in romance, and particularly not in marriage. This does not mean, however, that he has no interest in love, nor in the so-called marriage act.

He had considered himself spectacularly lucky, in Lindon, to have found Elrond, or for Elrond to have found him. Gil-galad had been wary, at first, not only of Elrond having the wrong idea, but of the potential to abuse his position as the High King. He needn’t have worried, as it turned out, since someone had apparently raised Elrond not to shy away from difficult conversations.

(“I can’t love you the way everyone else loves,” he had confessed one evening after Elrond had gotten fed up with the way they’d circled one another back then.

“But you love me?” Elrond had asked, head tilted ever so slightly and fingers twitching out a song on his knee, a combination of behaviors that always had Galadriel pursing her lips and looking away.

“How could I not?” Gil-galad had responded helplessly, and Elrond had smiled at him so brilliantly, and that had been that.)

That had been five hundred sixty-two years into the Second Age, a little over a century after Elros’s death. Their relationship, a suitable word for which did not exist in any language Gil-galad knew, had gone on for the near twenty-nine hundred years until his rather, ah, toasty death at the hands of Sauron. He had not regretted his death except for the fact that it necessitated him leaving Elrond, and his only hope had been that one of their friends would finally push Elrond or Celebrían to act on their pining. Elrond did not do well being alone.

And now, after three thousand and some years apart, Elrond is with him again. He’ll confess, in the privacy of his own mind, to feeling some measure of disappointment when it had become clear that Elrond no longer held any interest in any sort of amorous activities, but just having Elrond here with him is enough. As he had said, anything else Elrond wanted to share with him was a pleasant bonus.

Gil-galad is regretting that statement.

Elrond rediscovering his desire is nothing less than a menace to Gil’s hard-won self control, and Celebrían isn’t even here for him to foist Elrond off on so he can have a moment alone to reign in the ever-building desire to bear Elrond down onto the nearest bed. In Lindon, they’d never had much time for teasing and touching (or rather, they’d never had the security). Now, teasing and touching is all Elrond wants to do, and specifically he wants to do it to Gil. Nevermind that Gil-galad loves to touch as much as he loves being touched, such that they once used to take turns tying each other up to see how frustrated the other would get at not being allowed to touch his partner.

Still, Gil-galad is determined to take this new path at whatever pace Elrond wishes to take it, which is why he is currently jerking himself off in the privacy of the bath, rather than any of the other myriad things he would like to do that all involve Elrond.

Who chooses that moment to step into the room, because of course he does. Both of them freeze, though unfortunately for Gil-galad it is still obvious what he was just doing. They stare at each other for a long moment.

“…Don’t stop on my account,” Elrond finally says, soft and intent. He watches Gil-galad with those dark eyes of his until Gil relents, eyes closing as his head leans back against the tub and he resumes his task. If he moves a little more leisurely, with a little more flair — well. Who could blame him for wanting to put on a show for his lover?

He hears movement and shifting fabric, but pays it no mind until Elrond is suddenly stepping into the bath with him. Gil’s eyes fly open, shocked.

The tub is not all that large — one typically goes to a bath house for that — and so Elrond winds up kneeling astride his legs, and he cups Gil-galad’s face in his hands. “My star,” he says with a soft little smile, the sort that Gil-galad always wants to kiss.

“Can I touch you?” Gil-galad asks, somewhat desperate, and when Elrond nods his assent, Gil’s own arousal becomes entirely secondary to the task of rememorizing every inch of Elrond’s skin. He has a few more scars, but not many, and the calluses on his hands are different: the ones from writing and healing more pronounced and the ones from swordfighting less so. The lines on his face are a little deeper, his hairline has receded slightly in a way Gil recalls seeing on Men, and there are silver strands threading that dark hair at the temples. Peredhil, in Gil-galad’s experience, are always susceptible to the wear of stress and time, even those that have chosen the path of Elves. Luckily, he thinks all of these little changes have only made Elrond all the more dashing.

“Gorgeous,” he says aloud, just to see that blush against Elrond’s tan skin. “You grow more beautiful every day, my star.”

“You flatter me, my star,” Elrond demures.

“Not flattery if it’s true,” Gil counters, hands coming to settle on Elrond’s hips. “And I know for a fact that Celebrían agrees with me, so it is two against one.”

Elrond’s expression unfurls into a grin at the reminder of his wife, which just makes him all the lovelier. He still sometimes forgets, when one of them is away from the others, that they are not gone forever, still dreams himself alone some nights. Elrond says teasingly, “I’ve faced worse odds,” and leans down to kiss him.

The bath is rather spoiled for the purposes of getting clean, after that, but far be it from Gil-galad to complain.

#sorry for the repost event mods! im trying to figure out how i want to format ao3 crossposts #silmsmutweek #mine #fic #silm #nsft #shipping #elrond #gil-galad #celebrian

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qprsmackdown · 9 months

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Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli (Lord of the Rings) vs Gil Galad, Elrond, and Celebrian (Silmarillion)

I am going to cry. -🦊

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli propaganda: i likea them a lot :) • three dudes going on a road trip i hope nothing bond making happens • they can all braid each others hair • i don't know what the actual shipname is but gigolaron sounds funny youve opened my eyes youre so so so right. theyre just sooooooo. THEY ARE SO QPR FOR REALSIES. legolas and gimli devoted their whole lives to one another and legolas took gimli to essentially elf heaven with him. legolas and aragorn were amazing friends and i think they kissed. the three hunters are so qpr coded to me. they care so much for one another. i have not watched lotr in too long i should rewatch it again but Trust Me Bro theyre SO in love for realsies i got told to vote this by one of the mods. also aragorngimlilegolas resembles my qpr thank you tolkien for making these bitches sooo qpr roadtrip material

Gil Galad, Elrond, and Celebrian propagada: theyre soooo. the high king and his herald, facing unimaginable enemies that have killed all of their families. theyre both so trans also. they can only try to support each other even though the work keeps piling on and people keep dying and all they can do is try to live for each other. elrond has pledged his life to gilgalad and he will always be loyal. gilgalad would die for elrond but he has too many responsibilities and it breaks his heart that he cant say it back. when he does die it is for the world and for love and for elrond. to make a safe world for everyone. when they reunite in valinor they will have changed and learned so much but will still be there for each other, even though they are no longer king and herald.a king and a herald and their best friend. one has pledged their life to the people, the other to him, and the last is just trying to support them. in the midst of so much fear and destruction and uncertainty they stick together and support each other. gil galad dies before them and his loss will stay with them forever. celebrian has to sail to valinor and she must leave behind one for the other. but when elrond sails they will finally all be reunited. gil galad will never meet arwen but she grew up hearing stories about her second father, and strives to be as fair and just a ruler as he. elrohir and elladan are grown by the time they sail but they have until the end of days to make up for lost time. they get a happy ending, even through so much pain and strife. gil galad and celebrian know about elros and his decision to become mortal and how elrond knows it was the right choice for him but has a broken heart anyways. they knew but they didn't realize it would happen to them too. but they love each other and their children and they just want whats best for them. and they take solace in each other, they who still remain even through death. and they hope that when the dagor dagorath comes they can finally see all of their loved ones return from the great adventure of man and fight alongside each other, for even the destruction and renewal of arda cannot mar the happiness at being all together once more.

#mod zazie #qpr smackdown #qpr tournament #aragorn #legolas #gimli #gil galad #elrond #celebrian #round 1 #side 2

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