Bilbo squinted his eyes as the sun beat down upon his face. Glancing around, he tried to place the eerily familiar surroundings. It looked at first like he was in the woods around Imladris. Then he blinked, the air darkened and grew thick and reminded him of Mirkwood. Standing quickly, he looked around again and saw no trees at all. Dimly realizing he was dreaming, Bilbo stepped through the doorway of Bag End and lifted his pipe to draw in a mouthful of sweet smoke. Taking another puff, he strolled down the path from his home, stopping when he realized once again he was no where near the place he had been only moments ago.
There was a sound of hoofbeats behind him and Bilbo turned to see a man - or perhaps an Elf? - astride a mighty stallion. Leaping from he saddle, the man - for only a man would saddle a horse - removed his helmet. "Greetings, little one." He knelt to be at level with Bilbo, and the Hobbit could see his strong face, handsome, with a well kept beard. Bilbo took in the full visage of the Man, the armor unlike any he'd seen. His eyes drifted to the scabbard at his side and Bilbo knew with a dreamlike certainty that the sword within had been broken.
"I am Mister Bilbo-" His words were cut off by a light kiss. The beard was scratchy against Bilbo's own hairless chin, but he returned the kiss eagerly. There was a sweet taste in the Man's mouth, and Bilbo sought more of it. The man had somehow divested himself of his armor before he lowed Bilbo to the ground.
Bilbo too was stripped of his clothes in the blink of an eye as he wrapped his arms around the Man's shoulders. Heavy, dark hair fell over the Hobbit's face as they kissed, the Man's large hands surprisingly gentle as they swept over Bilbo's small body.
As if knowing each others thoughts, the two males moved easily, the Man moving to his hands and knees so Bilbo could assume the same position, able to do so with his back barely grazing the bare chest above it. Kisses peppered the Hobbit's neck and shoulders, the long hair tickling and causing Bilbo to wriggle. At his squirming, the man growled softly in his ear, chuckling as he slid a hand into Bilbo's hair. Turning his head, Bilbo met the Man's mouth for an intolerably sweet kiss, then jumped as he felt a finger press into him. A moment later a second finger, and Bilbo was moaning with need.
Wrapping an arm around the Hobbit's small waist, Bilbo's lover rolled them to their sides. Something was pressing into Bilbo's thighs and he knew immediately what it was, and where he wished it to be. Before he could speak, his plea was answered and he felt himself being stretched. A tingling of pain only heightened his pleasure as a gloved hand wrapped around the Hobbit's arousal.Bilbo shivered at the familiar feeling of being completely surrounded by a lover. Arms and legs nearly twice the length of his wrapping around him, enveloping him in warmth and the scent of sex.
Beginning slow, the Man took great care with the Hobbit's small body, one hand cradled under him, the other slowly pleasuring him. Falling into the familiar rhythm, Bilbo worked himself on his lover, clenching and pushing around him. More frantic kisses to his neck and Bilbo turned, meeting the Man's hungry mouth as he felt himself approaching the crest of pleasure.
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"Bilbo?" A slender hand shook the Hobbit's shoulder. When the only response was a quiet moan, Glorfindel shook a little harder. "Bilbo, wake up."
Groaning in frustration as the dream ended at a most inopportune moment, Bilbo lifted his head, scowling into the face of the Elf Lord.
Glorfindel's eyes swept over the Hobbit and he raised an eyebrow. "Have you been dreaming again, little one?"
Bilbo blushed furiously, and turned away, making a show of closing the book and snuffing the light beside the table.
Glorfindel smiled faintly, moving to lift Bilbo into his arms. "I told Elrond you should not be allowed to study so late." Glorfindel chided kindly. "When you were so late getting back, he sent me to fetch you." Walking carefully so as not to jostle his burden, Glorfindel made his way through the darkened halls of Imladris.
"Not th' lord o' me." Bilbo mumbled, drifting off within the familiar comfort of Glorfindel's arms.
Glorfindel chuckled softly and lifted his arms a bit, raising Bilbo's position against his chest. Nuzzling Bilbo's soft hair aside, he bit gently on the ear that was like, and yet unlike his own. "He's the Lord of us both, little one. Now wake up a bit, please?" Blue eyes met brown and Glorfindel drew Bilbo's mouth to his for a tiny kiss.
Bilbo grumbled until the Elven lips met his. Purring when the kiss ended, Bilbo roused himself, wishing to be fully awake when Glorfindel reached their destination.
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Chapter 2
In spite of Glorfindel's best efforts, Bilbo was once again asleep when he carried him into the inner room of Elrond's personal chambers.
"We have waited too long, I was afraid of this." Elrond said sadly as they began to undress the sleeping form. With tender, familiar motions they deftly worked the tiny buttons of Bilbo's clothes, stripping him. Glorfindel supported him, smiling when the Hobbit's head sagged against his neck and he nuzzled, mumbling sleepily. In spite of their gentleness, there was an urgency to their movements as they tucked his small arms into a nightshirt and tugged it down his round little body.
Lifting him, the two Elves set the hobbit in the center of the bed before they themselves readied for sleep. Settling on either side of him, the Hobbit was nestled between them like a kitten. Glorfindel gently stroked his graying hair, his finger tracing the curved and pointed ear. "Must you, My Lord?" He asked Elrond as the Lord of Imladris brought a small knife to his wrist.
Elrond gently pulled Bilbo against him, noticing how pale he was already. "You know I must, beloved," he replied, reopening the wound that was never allowed to heal fully. "He is used to it, and so am I." Tilting Bilbo's chin up gently, Elrond pressed his wound to the Hobbit's lips. His eyes still closed, twitching softly as if in dream, Bilbo's lips sealed around the small cut and began to suck gently. Elrond gasped at the sudden rush of blood from such a small wound. It always caught him by surprise, however many hundreds of times he'd done it. His free hand reached out and tugged Glorfindel's mouth to his. As Bilbo's tongue lapped at the wound, so did the Elves' tongues lap at each other.
Breaking the kiss, Elrond looked down to see the color return to Bilbo's face. After a few more minutes, he decided the Hobbit had had enough and gently pulled is arm away. Bilbo's little pink tongue darted out and caught the remaining droplets of blood before he slipped into a deep, unknowing sleep.
"Does he know what he does, my lord?" Glorfindel was once again stroking the graying hair, enjoying the soft curls which were in such contrast to straight Elven hair.
"I don't think so. He says nothing of it, nor makes any hints. He is genuinely confused when he goes too long and begins to weaken, then seems to regain his strength overnight.
Moving his hand from Bilbo's hair to Elrond's, Glorfindel toyed with the point of his Lord's ear for a moment. "Will it end, my lord? He seems to get closer every time he goes too long."
Elrond covered Glorfindel's hand with his own, then reached down to caress Bilbo's hair. "I fear it can only end when the cause has been destroyed. I hope it ends then, for I do not wish to lose him."
Pressing his forehead to his Lord's, Glorfindel nodded in agreement. "Nor do I, my lord. Nor do I."
