Elrohir Cunya Elrondion

[Independent RP blog for The Young Lord Elrohir of Imladris] [Sideblog of twinstarsofimladris - Elrohir cannot follow you back, but if you want to RP with him, just drop him an Ask.] [Slash and Multi-Fandom friendly] [NSFW things will be under Readmore...

[twinstarsofimladris]

[mikhailvalhidris]

Mikhail, You are really attractive and I cannot stop thinking about you. Every time I see you I have thoughts of nibbling my way up your neck and onto your lovely ear. Signed, a Secret Admirer

Oh…oh my… o____o Do you care to show yourself and…perhaps we can make arrangements.

[secondprinceelrohir]

“I fear my father might not like it if I indulged myself in such desires.” the young lord said from the door as he watched Mikhail reading the note.  “Such behavior is unbecoming of a lord you know.”

[mikhailvalhidris]

He jumped, startled by the voice, but peered into the dim doorway with ill-disguised curiosity. “Unbecoming..?” Mikhail hesitated asking, still somewhat bewildered by the presence of the note or the attentions of an admirer.

[secondprinceelrohir]

“Yes,” Elrohir said smoothly as he invited himself into the room.  “Being the son of Elrond I am expected to act in a certain way.”  He nodded to the note in Mikhail’s hand, “And that is not exactly the proper way.  It is not how adar nin would want others to see his son.”

[mikhailvalhidris]

Mikhail, You are really attractive and I cannot stop thinking about you. Every time I see you I have thoughts of nibbling my way up your neck and onto your lovely ear. Signed, a Secret Admirer

Oh…oh my… o____o Do you care to show yourself and…perhaps we can make arrangements.

[secondprinceelrohir]

“I fear my father might not like it if I indulged myself in such desires.” the young lord said from the door as he watched Mikhail reading the note.  “Such behavior is unbecoming of a lord you know.”

[dhante-the-vampire]

For Ro

[dhante-the-vampire]

Ro’s words stung again.  Dhante realized suddenly just how selfish he had been.  Dhante could not deny any of it. 

“You are right, Elrohir.  I have been a terrible father for him.  I do not deserve to even say that I am a father.  I would like to try and fix that and be a part of his life again, try and help him heal now that I can.  Believe me when I say I would not have been able to help before.  It’s no excuse, I know.  And knowing now how much you too suffered I can’t apologize enough for having put you through extra stress.  But you could not have came with me.  It was something I needed to do on my own.”

“I cannot expect forgiveness from you after what I’ve put you through.  I went off to heal while you could not do the same.” He looked to the wall, full of pictures of Ro and Tinu, my had he grown over the past months. 

He looked back to Ro, frowning. “How are you doing now Elrohir?”

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir sighed, annoyed but not wanting to turn Dhante away.  Truthfully he had needed Dhante these past few months, as angry as he had been.  And as he listened to his ex-lover speak, he felt a kind of sorrow and sympathy for him.  He could almost hear how sorry Dhante was.

“I’m fine.” he answered, his voice a bit quieter now, less angry.  “It was hard going at first.  After all I had been through with Spider, and then you disappearing...”  He sighed deeply.  “But I got through it.  I had to, for Tinu.”  He looked Dhante over and shook his head. 

“You look tired and dawn is not far away.”  He shrugged a little, not wanting to admit anything that might sound like he was glad to have Dhante back.  “Why don’t you sleep in the spare bedroom, and then you can see Tinu tonight.  Maybe tell him a bedtime story or something of that nature.  I know he would love to see you.”

[dhante-the-vampire]

For Ro

It took him a moment.  He stood at the door, his hand poised at the knocker.   It had been so long since he’d seen Elrohir, he worried the elf would not receive him.  Dhante had needed to go out on his own for a while.  He had need a sabbatical.  He’d gone many places over the past year.  The most important, was Rome.  His own birthplace and the cause of so many foul memories and attachments.  But he had needed to go.  He had needed to face those demons.  

He remembered how the ruins of the city he once knew crumbled under his fingers.  He remembered sitting in the remnants of the old palace where he was kept. He had cried until the sun rose, recalling all the hurt that happened there. The bed had been long gone, but he could still see it there, he could still feel it there.  His eyes clenched at the emotions he felt remembering it.

It had been hard to face his past, but he’d been stuck in that victim mentality for so long.  A few thousand years to be honest.  It wasn’t fair to Ro, and it wasn’t fair to Tinu.

He sighed, allowing himself to be open to rejection… and knocked.

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir had just gotten the little elf to sleep, checking and double checking on Tinunir as if he was afraid his little miracle might simply disappear one day.  Settling into a comfortable chair before the fireplace, a glass of wine at his side, he started the next chapter in the book he had been reading.  He was only a few pages into the chapter when a knock sounded at the door.

He unfolded himself, casting a glanced toward Tinu’s room.  When he heard nothing from his son, he moved warily to the door and opened it a crack.  There he stood in his dammed purple coat and young face.  Dhante simply stood there as if nothing.  As if he had not simply walked out of his life so many months ago.

With a frown he stepped back, opening the door further to allow Dhante to enter.  “I suppose you are here to explain yourself, or plead for forgiveness?  Do come in, but keep your voice down.  I will not be explaining to Tinu again why his D went away and never called or wrote him.  So it is best that you not wake my son.”

[dhante-the-vampire]

That really stung.  Tinu was no longer their son in Ro’s eyes.  It was a mistake to come, that much was evident. Even still, Dhante took the begrudged invitation to come in.  He felt like a stranger in this house.  Ro kept nothing of his in the house.  This felt wrong, so wrong.  He looked down at his hands and wrung them together as he tried to formulate the words that would hopefully make this less awkward. 

“Ro….. “ That felt too informal now, so he corrected. “Elrohir, I am.. so sorry for leaving you and Tinu without warning.  With everything that happened, that was still happening, I had to.  I couldn’t handle it; I had to heal my own wounds before I could begin to heal yours.  Those wounds that were so embedded in me that they came back the moment I was faced with any sort of tribulation.”

He looked at the floor and dropped his hands to his sides.  “I went to Rome to face my demons. I stood in my old room… I relieved it for the final time.  I relieved every minute of it.”  He stopped and lifted his head to look at Ro.

“I did this for myself yes, but also for you, and for Tinu.  I could not be my truest self while I lived in the shadows of my past.  I couldn’t keep running and hiding when trouble knocked.  Tinu is far too special to lose because I can’t be strong enough for him.  You are too precious to me so lose because I’m too afraid to track you down and help you when you need it.  I know I may have lost you anyway, I feel like a stranger in this house. I will accept that if I must.  You will have to do what is best for Tinu.  But if you take me back, I will be here for good, and I will fight for you and Tinu like I was never able to before.” 

His eyes locked with Ro’s and shone with a fiercer light than they’d ever shone, as he awaited Ro’s reply.

[secondprinceelrohir]

It would be so easy to simply accept the apology he had been waiting on for so long.  To simply embrace the smaller male and tell him it was all going to be alright, and that they would figure it all out together.  Yet the anger he felt at Dhante’s having left him refused to allow the words to come.  He would not simply shut away those emotions and pretend that they did not exist.

Keeping his voice low so as to not alarm the sleeping child in the other room, Elrohir spoke calm, emotion filled words.  “That is not how relationships work.  That is not how partnerships work.  I can understand that you had demons you needed to hunt down and slay, but you do not turn your back on your family completely and leave them to wonder if you are living or dead.”

He hook his head, turning away from the look in Dhante’s eyes.  “I needed you here.  Tinu needed you here.  You were not the only one with wounds Dhante.  We could have went with you, stayed by your ide, or at least close enough to take comfort in seeing you if only for moments.”

He turned and met Dhante’s eyes again, “I have had to deal with what Spider did not only to me, but to that child.  And I had to do it alone while pretending that I was not also suffering nightmares and loneliness.  I did not have the luxury of walking away from that little elf so that I could heal, because I had to be a father so that he would not be so afraid of every person that came near him.  Do you understand?”

He turned away again, lifting up his wine glass to drink the liquid down in one large swallow.  “I am happy to find you well.  And I am more glad to see you than my words might seem.  But I will not simply say all is forgiven when I am both hurt and angered by your having left us.”

[dhante-the-vampire]

For Ro

It took him a moment.  He stood at the door, his hand poised at the knocker.   It had been so long since he’d seen Elrohir, he worried the elf would not receive him.  Dhante had needed to go out on his own for a while.  He had need a sabbatical.  He’d gone many places over the past year.  The most important, was Rome.  His own birthplace and the cause of so many foul memories and attachments.  But he had needed to go.  He had needed to face those demons.  

He remembered how the ruins of the city he once knew crumbled under his fingers.  He remembered sitting in the remnants of the old palace where he was kept. He had cried until the sun rose, recalling all the hurt that happened there. The bed had been long gone, but he could still see it there, he could still feel it there.  His eyes clenched at the emotions he felt remembering it.

It had been hard to face his past, but he’d been stuck in that victim mentality for so long.  A few thousand years to be honest.  It wasn’t fair to Ro, and it wasn’t fair to Tinu.

He sighed, allowing himself to be open to rejection… and knocked.

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir had just gotten the little elf to sleep, checking and double checking on Tinunir as if he was afraid his little miracle might simply disappear one day.  Settling into a comfortable chair before the fireplace, a glass of wine at his side, he started the next chapter in the book he had been reading.  He was only a few pages into the chapter when a knock sounded at the door.

He unfolded himself, casting a glanced toward Tinu’s room.  When he heard nothing from his son, he moved warily to the door and opened it a crack.  There he stood in his dammed purple coat and young face.  Dhante simply stood there as if nothing.  As if he had not simply walked out of his life so many months ago.

With a frown he stepped back, opening the door further to allow Dhante to enter.  “I suppose you are here to explain yourself, or plead for forgiveness?  Do come in, but keep your voice down.  I will not be explaining to Tinu again why his D went away and never called or wrote him.  So it is best that you not wake my son.”

[gildorsonofinglor]

Shot of Tequila (SecondPrinceElrohir)

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With an enormous grin on his face, Gildor scooped the other elf into his arms and kissed him deeply.  “Erestor!  My beloved; how I have missed you!”

[secondprinceelrohir]

At first Elrohir did not know what to make of the sudden embrace of the other elf.  Yet, as Gildor’s lips found his own in a deep kiss, the young Elrondion began to struggle.  “Nay!” he cried, pushing the face from his own.  “I am not Erestor!”

[gildorsonofinglor]

Gildor twisted his face away from the hands, confused.  “Erestor, why…”  He blinked and squinted at the elf in his arms.  “…Elrohir?  Oh, Eru, Elrohir!  I am so sorry!”  He babbled as he gently set the other down.  

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir laughed a bit as his feet found the ground once again and he reached out to gently pat Gildor’s shoulder.  “No harm done, mellon nin.  It was not the kiss I stopped you over, but the confusion in which dark haired elf you were kissing.”

[gildorsonofinglor]

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With an enormous grin on his face, Gildor scooped the other elf into his arms and kissed him deeply.  “Erestor!  My beloved; how I have missed you!”

[secondprinceelrohir]

At first Elrohir did not know what to make of the sudden embrace of the other elf.  Yet, as Gildor’s lips found his own in a deep kiss, the young Elrondion began to struggle.  “Nay!” he cried, pushing the face from his own.  “I am not Erestor!”

[secondprinceelrohir]

A Divine Desire

[caravaggiocupid]

Armand was driving as fast as he dared, every second his hands were gripping the leather steering wheel rather than Elrohir’s supple flesh feeling like wasted time to him. He heard the elf’s quiet moan and looked over to his companion, only to be greeted by the extremely erotic sight of his companion touching himself. He licked his lips, willing his brain to form a coherent sentence amidst the fog of desire “Elrohir, we won’t reach home if you keep that up” Armand drove with only one eye on the road, most of his attention on the writhing of the elf.

He parked and melted in the hot kiss, resting his own hand on Elrohir’s crotch “A drink? I will have one for sure, although I doubt you will want the same fare. Music, the bed, a rug in front of the fireplace, anything you want, sweet Elrohir” He pulled and pushed the elf toward the door, his hands one second on his hips, then the next raking his back with his nails. Armand managed to close the door behind them and asked breathlessly “Do you really want that drink?” He pulled himself away, trying to figure out what music to play for the elf and not caring it the slightest, as long as he could go back to touching Elrohir. Massive Attack. Perfect.

He walked back to Elrohir, a bit more composed “My room is upstairs” He gently pulled Ro’s belt off then started opening his shirt to kiss his neck “Drink or bed, my desire? I promise I will be gentle with you. Well, if you want me to”

[secondprinceelrohir]

It was all Elrohir could do not to strip naked then and there and give to Armand what he had shared with no other.  As it was his head was swimming from the heavy desire, his heart beating near out of his chest. He could not remember a time ever in his life when he had wanted something or someone as much as he wanted the vampire in that moment.

“No,” he all but growled.  “I do not need the drink that badly.”  He reached to grab Armand and yanked him close once more, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.  “Right now all I need is you.”

He moved once more, his heads working feverishly to open Armand’s shirt, nails raking over porcelain flesh in demand.  In the back of his mind there was a tiny warning.  A little spark that something was wrong.  That the elf needed to stop himself from going forward with what was to come.  Yet, as he hands and lips touched and tasted the smooth flesh of the vampire, he was near helpless to stop himself.

“Hurry.” he whispered.  “I need...  More of you.  I feel as if I cannot get close enough to your skin.”  He stripped Armand’s shirt off, tossing it aside before they came together in another bruising kiss.

[bilbo-babe]

Mirkwood elves # 2

[secondprinceelrohir]

caravaggiocupid  This Armand!  This is what elves look like when they are Frolicking! 

[secondprinceelrohir]

A Divine Desire

[caravaggiocupid]

Armand slid into Elrohir’s arms with an eagerness that surprised even him. The elf felt so warm and his skin was silky like nothing he had ever touched under his hand. He didn’t know if his raging desire was the result of Riordan’s drug or of the unique nature of the elf in front of him. Either way, Armand was mesmerized by Elrohir’s silver eyes and he lusted for his blood and his body, taking every opportunity he could to touch the young elf, their bodies sliding against each other in their dance in a way that was more and more reminiscent of sex.

“It’s the Venu. Let it roll over you and enjoy the sensations” Elrohir’s kiss made his desire run red hot, and he chased the retreating lips to capture them again. The elf tested his resolve when he put Armand’s hand on his pulse. Of course he could hear it, even over the music, but to feel it beating against his fingers, rapid and hot and so vital, Armand needed to taste it. “You are so innocent, not knowing the fire you are lighting in me by letting me feel your blood rush thus” His fangs itched with the phantom feeling of sinking into the red stream and Armand pulled his hand away, distracting himself with kissing Elrohir passionately, the taste of him capturing his attention anew.

Armand laughed “Have you never known desire, to ask such a question? You want me. That’s what this need to blend yourself with me is” He smiled and scraped his jaw with his teeth, whispering “I feel the same” He pulled Elrohir to him by his waist, pressing their bodies together through all their length “I can barely function from the need to taste you. We need to go, now, before I devour you right here. Let’s go to my place. Or yours. Any place you want. I just need to lay on your burning skin and drink from your glorious blood”

He pulled Elrohir toward the door, kissing him like his lips where his only source of oxygen against the door of his car before rushing to drive them.

[secondprinceelrohir]

Everything seemed to be racing by his mind at a rate that was blurred, and yet nothing was moving fast enough.  He wanted more of the heated touches and fiery kisses he had been sharing with Armand.  He wanted more of the wicked behavior he had always kept so repressed.  As they moved from the club he found that his very being seemed to ache for the embrace of smaller male.

He did not argue as Armand pushed him into the car after one last heated kiss, the pair of them racing away from the club and all the people within.  One of the elf's long boned hands rubbed lightly at the ache within his pants, a tiny groan in the back of his throat.  He closed his eyes and tried to relax.  His heart was beating faster than he was used to, and everything that touched his skin felt far too good.

As the car pulled to a stop Elrohir turned in his seat and pulled Armand close once more.  There was no more hesitation in the elf, gone either by choice or by drug.  Pulling away for a moment he groaned some, "Lets go in and...  Maybe have a drink."  He swallowed nervously, trying to remain the proper elf lord even as he desired more of Armand's kisses.  "You can put on music and...  Teach me more things I have been missing locked away in my father's house."

[secondprinceelrohir]

A Divine Desire

[caravaggiocupid]

Armand watched the elf’s throat as he swallowed with barely concealed hunger. The pill was the perfect excuse to admire the fine alabaster skin play on the strong muscles underneath. Armand caressed the idea not to take the drug, just to enjoy the unadulterated taste of Elrohir, but the honest way the prince approached this night as an opportunity to push his limits and try new things made him change his mind.

He downed the pill with a mouthful of wine and gave Riordan a cheeky smile and a wink “I think we are all set for the evening, friend. I’ll seek you out if I should like…” he looked the drug dealer up and down appreciatively “what you are offering”.

Armand returned his attention to the grey-eyed elf, trapping him close to his chest when he leaned to kiss Armand around the table. The long silky hair was heavenly between his fingers and Elrohir’s thin back so warm under his palm. Then Elrohir kissed him again and Armand only had thought for the soft lips and the fragrant half-breath his companion exhaled on his cheek. He nodded mutely to the suggestion of dancing, the idea of being allowed to openly press himself against the warm elf in public an elating notion.

He stood up and pulled Elrohir upright “I would like nothing more my beautiful Elrohir”.  Armand brought the elf’s head down gently, to finally get to taste his mouth again. Even if it was only seconds ago, it seemed like an eternity to him. “You offer me a great prize if I get to call me mine for this night” The small redhead pulled the taller elf toward the dance floor, his world momentarily reduced to the tall beauty offering his innocence to him so bravely. Armand snaked an arm around Elrohir’s waist and kissed his neck when they reached their destination “I will make this night one you will never forget and regret.  I promise”

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir was already feeling a bit looser, his body finding the rhythm of the room so wonderful he felt as if his very heartbeat was driving the pulse of the room.  The air around them was humid and smelled of sex and alcohol.  The humans sweating out their pheromones into the very air, making Elrohir's head swim.  And at the center of it all was Armand.

He took his companions hand and pulled him closer, one arm settling against his back as the other continued to hold the small, cool hand of his date.  He laughed then to think of the elf-napping vampire as his date, but knew it was true.  And he owed Armand so much.  This night had been one of adventure and excitement.  He could not remember a time when he felt so wonderfully free to do whatever he desired.  Armand had opened that door.

He let his hand go to Armand's chin, lifted his beautiful face upwards so that he could kiss him. Their lips came together in a heated kiss, the elf lost to everything around him, but the way kissing Armand felt.  Nothing in his life had ever felt so good as kissing the other male just then.

"By the Valar." he whispered against Armand's lips.  "You feel so good right now.  Everything feels so good."  He threaded his fingers into Armand's glorious red hair in an effort to pull him closer, their lips lingering against each other.  "The very air feels so good against my skin.  Here..."  He brought Armand's hand to his neck, palm over his pulse.  "Can you feel it?  My heart is moving the music.  It is like I am flowing with the sound in the air and all that I can feel is you here in my arms."  He kissed him again, breathing quicker now.  "Your breath is my breath."

He suddenly made a noise that sounded almost frustrated before he spoke again, "I feel like I can't get close enough to you.  I feel like my clothing is too heavy and all I can think about is how to get closer to you.  Is this normal Armand?"

[secondprinceelrohir]

''I got you a bow so you can show me your alleged skills. Are you feeling confident enough to shoot something on my head?''

Elrohir laughed, his eyes bright and amused, “If you would trust me that much then you would be in for a treat.”  He looked over the bow with a pleases and happy look.  ”If you are feeling daring, we can do this.  I promise you that I could hit something on your head, part your hair and not leave so much as a scratch on your pretty skin.”

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir looked a bit appalled for a moment as he looked at Armand.  ”I have no doubt I could hit the locket, Armand nin, but I would also put the bolt of the arrow through you.”  He shook his head, “There is no way I will fire the arrow at your lovely throat.  Hold the locket in your hand and out from you side, and I will fire on that.”

[caravaggiocupid]

He laughed ”What are the stakes in that! I`ll hold it in my teeth and stand sideways. If you can hit it and not shatter my fangs or miss and stick an arrow in my cheek, I’ll admit you are a great marksman. I`ll even get you a little archery trophy and everything. So, are you game?”

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir sighed a little.  It was obvious that the little vampire was not going to let this go easily.  He eyed the locket now dangerously close to Armand's pretty face and shook his head.  "You are a crazy fool, you know this do you not?"

He pulled an arrow and set it into his bow.  He took quick but careful aim and let it fly.  The arrow sailed quick through the air and just brushed Armand's lips as it snatched the locket from between his teeth.  With a sigh of relief, Elrohir lifted a brow in question.  "Now can we stop asking me to fire dangerous weapons at your head?  I think your lip is bleeding..."

[secondprinceelrohir]

''I got you a bow so you can show me your alleged skills. Are you feeling confident enough to shoot something on my head?''

Elrohir laughed, his eyes bright and amused, “If you would trust me that much then you would be in for a treat.”  He looked over the bow with a pleases and happy look.  ”If you are feeling daring, we can do this.  I promise you that I could hit something on your head, part your hair and not leave so much as a scratch on your pretty skin.”

[caravaggiocupid]

Armand’s smile mirrored Elrohir’s “Well, if you are so confident, how about hitting this pendant I’m wearing?” He held up a dime sized gold locket “Are you are confident not to spear me with your arrow?” Armand had no fear. Even if Ro missed, he would not be too adversely hurt. He wanted to see how confident Elrohir was of his ability. Armand raised an eyebrow, resting the locket in the dip of his collarbone.

[secondprinceelrohir]

Elrohir looked a bit appalled for a moment as he looked at Armand.  "I have no doubt I could hit the locket, Armand nin, but I would also put the bolt of the arrow through you."  He shook his head, "There is no way I will fire the arrow at your lovely throat.  Hold the locket in your hand and out from you side, and I will fire on that."

[secondprinceelrohir]

''I got you a bow so you can show me your alleged skills. Are you feeling confident enough to shoot something on my head?''

Elrohir laughed, his eyes bright and amused, “If you would trust me that much then you would be in for a treat.”  He looked over the bow with a pleases and happy look.  ”If you are feeling daring, we can do this.  I promise you that I could hit something on your head, part your hair and not leave so much as a scratch on your pretty skin.”

[dhante-the-vampire]

"Daddy!"  The tiny elf kissed him.  "I misses my daddy D!"

[dhante-the-vampire]

"I’m right here Tinu my son!"  Dhante rocked his little elf in his arms.  "I missed my little Tintin."  The vampire’s eyes never looked as soft as when he was talking to his children and Tinu was no exception. 

[secondprinceelrohir]

"I misses da daddy!"  He wiggled around all the more, seeking out more of his vampire father's affections.  "Daddy lays downs and Tinu kisses more!!  Tinu save lots a kisses fur his daddy D!"

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