Summary: The High King has long remained unmarried, for many reasons, the chief of which is that he has been carrying on a secret relationship with his herald. In an attempt to silence the ceaseless petitions for him to marry, he agrees to court CelebrĂan, with the understanding that nothing need change. Loving Elrond herself, she respects their relationship. And maybe she's feeling a little impishly spiteful having found herself unwittingly enmeshed in her mother's political aims.
Tags: Courtship; Secret Relationship; the high king loves his herald; mostly platonic Cel/Ereinion; chaperone Elrond; poet Elrond; Romance; Domestic Fluff
Dances end and chances slip out through the door: Celebrian/Elrond/Gil-galad
Gil-galad was supposed to survive, thought CelebrĂan numbly. We were supposed to all get married when we came home.
Instead of speaking, she cleaned the Mordor-soot from her face and from Elrond's. Their sore, dry throats were an excuse, if nothing else, to remain silent in grief.
She couldn't get Elrond's face quite clean, but some tears cleared a track down his cheek.
If only they hadn't waited! They might have had a few years of happiness all together, even if they couldn't have changed this end. Now they were only two.
“What do you think, Gil?” CelebrĂan purred. “Has our little lord been good enough?”
“He has been very good,” Gil-galad rumbled, lazily rolling his hips so his cock rubbed against her pearl.
Elrond, bound and gagged before them, whimpered pathetically. His cock bounced against his stomach as he writhed, eyes wild and flashing a thousand different colors in his desperation.
CelebrĂan hummed. “If only he could be still,” she chided. “Then perhaps I might let you mount him the way he so clearly desires.”
“And you, my queen?” Gil-galad asked.
She stroked him, grinding his cockhead against her pearl deliciously. “I would watch,” she said breathily, “and enjoy the view. And when you are done, I would take my fill, and ride his mouth while you lick your seed out of his tight, pink hole.”
Gil-galad moaned, and kissed her, his cock slipping in her juices. She almost thought to let him inside her—but no, not today. She was still sore from the night before, when they had each taken their turn fucking her cunt and her mouth, and it had been she who was tied up and at their mercy.
(Tomorrow, it would be Gil’s turn. She knew already that Elrond had some wonderful plans for their king.)
Elrond whined, drool dribbling from beneath the gag and onto his chin. CelebrĂan laughed, and reached over to loosen it, freeing his sinful mouth.
“Please, please,” Elrond begged, his voice low and wrecked. He was so hard, and with each plea his cock throbbed. “My king, my queen, please, let me serve you...!”
“He begs so beautifully,” Gil-galad sighed. “Shall we indulge him?”
“Roll over, Elrond,” CelebrĂan instructed, and watched gleefully as Elrond submitted to her command instantly. He gasped and moaned, lifting his ass into the air without even being asked, offering himself for the taking.
CelebrĂan and Gil-galad kissed one more time behind his back, sure to make the sounds of their mouths and tongues meeting as obscenely wet as possible. Then Gil-galad gave Elrond’s rear a light slap, drawing a breathy scream from their herald that was so exquisite that CelebrĂan just had to sink a finger into herself.
She watched with delight as Gil-galad set to work opening Elrond up with his fingers and tongue. Elrond cried out pleas for mercy all the while: Please, please, my king, please; take me, use me, ruin me; now, Gil, please, please, please...
“Do it,” CelebrĂan ordered hoarsely when she could take it no longer. She’d already wrung one climax out of herself just watching, and had four fingers buried in her dripping cunt as she chased the second. Ai, they were so beautiful together!
“He’s not quite ready,” Gil said with a frown.
“Please,” Elrond sobbed. “I’ll do anything, please, just fuck me—!”
Gil-galad groaned, and lifted himself up so he could fuck into Elrond with one long thrust. CelebrĂan watched greedily as her king’s girth shoved its way into Elrond’s tight hole: he truly wasn’t quite stretched enough, but the howl Elrond let out as his king breached him was one of soul-deep relief, not of pain.
Within seconds Elrond had spilled, and CelebrĂan followed. Gil-galad pounded into his herald with rapture, drinking in Elrond’s cries as if they only gave him more strength. Elrond continued to beg for more, even when he had all but collapsed into his own mess on the bed; and Gil-galad gave it to him, until he had no more to give, and spent deep within Elrond’s body.
CelebrĂan gave them a few moments to recover before she crawled over to join them. “Elrond, my sweet,” she murmured. “It’s time to serve your queen.”
Gil-galad groaned and withdrew from Elrond, allowing him to roll over onto his back and offer up his mouth for CelebrĂan’s use. Sighing, she settled over him, shivering as she felt his tongue delving into her cunt and swirling around her pearl.
She smiled down to Gil-galad as their king spread apart Elrond’s legs and set about licking him clean. Elrond twitched and moaned as their king’s tongue probed his hole, and each tremor sent a shock of pleasure through CelebrĂan’s spine.
Elrond’s cock was fully hard again when CelebrĂan’s climax overtook her again, drenching his face. She shrugged herself off him, cradling him and whispering soft praises as Gil-galad licked and nipped at Elrond’s length until he spilled once more.
“Beautiful,” CelebrĂan murmured, beckoning Gil-galad forward so she could kiss Elrond’s seed from his mouth. “Both of you. Just beautiful.” And she pulled her lovers close, her heart full and her lusts sated, if only for the evening.
I’m actually a big shipper of Elrondir esp post-Celebrians sail. He can’t cry every night if he’s wrapped up in Elrond’s arms 🥰
I actually ship the three of them together!
Like i have two AUs in my head: one where the three of them got married to each other before she sailed, and one where Elrond and Lindir became an item after Cel sailed and then the three of them became an item in Valinor upon Elrond's sailing. Cel and Lindir are mostly QP with a small romantic bent. But mostly it's the "this is my husband Elrond and this is my husband's husband Lindir". They enjoy sex in separate combos and together. Cel and Lindir just tend not to have sex so much on their own. Usually when they do it's either because Elrond's not available or Lindir's craving something very specific with Cel. Like he's absolutely whipped for both of them and he IS bi, but he's much more into sex with men. Elrond tends to fall in love with mostly men but likes sex with both men and women equally. Lindir and Cel are mostly just really affectionate with each other and cuddle :) And Cel likes watching Elrond wreck Lindir. It's very hot.
Sometimes I like to combine this into an OT4 with Gil-Galad, though I headcannon that Gil is very aro, so he's just very QP for Elrond, besties with Cel, and besties with Lindir (who is very embarrassed by this THAT'S THE FORMER HIGH KING OF THE NOLDOR)
I really adore the first AU for the cute shippy nonsense, and the second AU for the angst factor. I love the concept of Lindir just assuming that Elrond will ditch him once he sails to be with his wife, and even when Elrond assures him that he would never do that and that Cel will absolutely welcome him into the marriage with open arms he's still very unsure and insecure about it until they actually get to Valinor. The angst potential is too good :)
But yeah
Lindir 🤝 Cel 🤝 Gil-Galad > being utterly head over heels for Elrond
Elrond contains multitudes and has so much love to give so I really don't see any reason why he can't have multiple partners who he loves and cherishes equally and differently. I tend to reserve Celrondgalad (as in, this is my husband Elrond & this is Elrond's QP partner Ereinion) as a "canon" interpretation, if you will, whereas Celrondir lives in the AU side of my brain.
Almost as if he had summoned her with the memory of loaded teasing during office hours last year, a knock sounded on his door, CelebrĂan poking her head in before he could answer. She held up a bag from Brimby’s, so he couldn’t be too mad at her for the interruption. Not like he could ever really be mad at her. She could smile that cute little smile of hers and get away with anything, and she knew it. She frequently used her cuteness to her advantage.Â
“I brought dinner.” She pushed the door open more fully. “And Elrond. But dinner will get cold, and Elrond has a sweater, so maybe start with dinner.”
He laughed, setting his pen down amidst a stack of notecards and books, laying his glasses down a moment later. “I see that.” He ran his eyes over Elrond, a maroon sweater hugging his arms, a little bit preppy. “He looks very good.” A hint of color rose to Elrond’s cheeks. “So does that,” he said when CelebrĂan snatched a sweet potato fry from the bag before setting it down on his desk.Â
Courting the High King - Chapter 2: The Language of Love
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Chapter Summary: The High King courts CelebrĂan, Elrond romances the High King, and CelebrĂan acts the part of besotted lady while continuing her schemes.
Many might think him adept at romancing because his nose was always buried in a book, lines of poetry etched forever in his mind. But Gil-galad knew better. It was because he was always observing, always learning. He saw the small things one thought were only important to their innermost self and he treasured them. He felt like the masterwork of Celebrimbor’s hand when Elrond looked upon him, and though he was often draped in the trappings of royalty, enough gold upon his person to rival a dragon’s hoard, he had never felt worth much of anything.
But when Elrond looked at him…
Work Summary: The High King has long remained unmarried, for many reasons, the chief of which is that he has been carrying on a secret relationship with his herald. In an attempt to silence the ceaseless petitions for him to marry, he agrees to court CelebrĂan, with the understanding that nothing need change. Loving Elrond herself, she respects their relationship. And maybe she's feeling a little impishly spiteful having found herself unwittingly enmeshed in her mother's political aims.
Tags: Courtship; Secret Relationship; the high king loves his herald; mostly platonic Cel/Ereinion; chaperone Elrond; poet Elrond; Romance; Domestic Fluff
I gotta ask about my favorite ot3s: gondolin ot3 and celrondgalad?
Both of them get the same rating bc I love them
Like there are so many tasty directions you can take gondolin ot3 (as Jaz has well proven) and they make perfect sense to ship (just LOOK at The Fall of Gondolin) and I just adore Idril and Tuor being so in love and Maeglin being horny and confused and mad about it.
And of course, Celrondgalad my beloved. I adore them together. I tend to fall on the side of CelebrĂan and Gil-Galad being very platonic and not being sexual partners (but still very affectionate and in platonic love with each other) — with CelebrĂan being Elrond’s romantic and sexual partner and Gil being Elrond’s platonic and sexual partner, but that’s mostly because I view Gil as pretty aro and also don’t really view him as being sexually attracted to women (but platonic attraction, sure!)