A Chance Meeting.

Well as the subcategory states that this is a Crossover fic, I guess I should inform my dear readers that it is crossover fic with Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings.

I own neither by the way.

I hope you enjoy, because it was a bloody bitch to write. My first attempt at an explicitly sexual type NC-17. Be kind, be critical, I don't care. Just feed-me-back info. I appreciate any and all.

Ithil Hin.

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A Chance Meeting.

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Standing up straight, Harry grinned proudly at his work. No matter how many times he'd come to camp up here in the Shaihan woods, he'd never stop applauding his own ability to screw up as many times as he did when it came to putting up his tent. This time, he'd managed to get the thing on its side when he hammered the first pin into the ground.

So after an hour of hammering, pinning, prodding, poking and cursing he stood a few feet from the opened flap of his tent and grinned. Sure, an hour wasn't his "˜all-time' record, but it was a close call. If he could recall correctly, one hour, 56 minutes and 35 seconds had been his record (he'd had a stop watch). His first attempt at putting up a tent on his own, but still, his record. And he wore it with pride.

With the final inspection of his work complete, he removed his sleeping bag from the backpack he had, folded it in half, and then folded it in half again before sitting on it comfortably. He then, using his wand, conjured two small but bright lanterns for a sufficient light source.

It may have been the middle of summer, but the night was still cold. Thus he charmed the lanterns so they emanated a sufficient amount of heat before reaching into his pack once more and removing a flask. Reaching in again, he proceeded to remove some of the chocolate bars he'd packed, a pad of A4 paper and a pen. Setting those aside, he manoeuvred the pack around so he had comfortable access to the left side pocket. He inserted three fingers into the pocket and removed them again, this time two match-box sized objects held between them.

He set them down in front of him, waved a hand over both and watched as they grew into large books. Picking up one, he rested it on his lap and covered it with his pad of A4. With the other one, he opened it at a marked page and by moving two rocks into position, kept the pages in place. He then took hold of the flask, removed the plastic cup that always seemed to come with them, un screwed the air-tight lid and poured himself a cup of blissfully hot, hot-chocolate. When the drink was poured, the air-tight lid was replaced and the flask was put back in his pack.

He took a sip of the hot-chocolate before setting it slightly aside but not before placing a permanent heating charm on it. He picked up his pen and opened his pad to the page where he'd left it earlier that day. Then, looking at the book for a fleeting moment, he continued to write the essay he had been assigned.

He wrote and wrote for what seemed like hours, which, in fact, it was. Hours "“ that is. He'd settled down at just turned nine and it was now mid-night. After signing his name at the bottom of the tenth piece of paper he'd wrote on that night, he threw his pen down and flexed his rapidly cramping fingers, wincing as each bone cracked.

He set his books and paper aside and stood up to stretch. He grinned at nothing in particular when the first bone in his left leg cracked. With the next few cracks, a look of pure bliss worked its way across his face.

It was at that moment that he heard it. Any other would not have heard such a faint noise but since when was Harry Potter like any other? He continued to stretch his muscles, seemingly unaware of any being near by and let out a contented sigh when he was done.

He sat down in an Indian-style position and rested his hands on his knees. He then closed his eyes, took a deep, calming breath and opened his mind. He was connected to everything whether they knew it "“ which nothing or no one did "“ or not. He could feel the earth's magic, he could feel his own magic"¦ Hell, he could feel Hogwarts from where he was. But he wasn't focussing on Hogwarts; he was focusing on the noise he'd heard.

He could feel two other beings in his general vicinity. One of the beings was perched in the tall tree to his left, and the other being was perched in the tree to his right. He could tell they were both of the same race, he could tell that they weren't human, wizard or magical creature"¦ but the beings "˜were' magical. This led him to believe they were part of one of the two magical races he was familiar with. Vampires, or Elves.

Now he had had previous dealings with both races. Pleasant in both cases but he could definitely tell the difference between the two. Firstly, and perhaps the more obvious of all, the Elves were warm-blooded, whereas the vampire is cold-blooded. But that was a given from the start.

The second thing he had noticed between the two was their movements. While they were both graceful in their own way, the Elves made no sound when they walked. The vampires are graceful, yes, but they have a long way to go to match the grace and elegance of an Elf.

The third and last thing on the list for the moment was the heartbeat. Again, pretty obvious to anyone confronting either race, but Harry was not confronting either race at that moment in time. He was trying to discern what race exactly he was dealing with.

He took another deep breath and opened his mind on a wider wave-length. He could feel everything. Almost to the point that he was getting a severe migraine, but he held himself steady as he continued to search.

There!

He found his answer. His two voyeurs were of Elven origin. He could hear their heartbeats. He could feel the blood pumping through their every vein. And it was intoxicating. The power he could feel surrounding him was intoxicating. And he knew he had to stop while he was ahead. He'd found the answer he'd been searching for so he stopped.

Taking one last deep breath, he closed his mind to all the magic and power around him and was thrown forward at the sheer force of it.

He hadn't realised it, but he had been floating over two feet in the air.

Groaning, he rolled over onto his back, panting from exertion. As his eyes came back into focus, he looked up at the stars and grinned stupidly up at them, particularly Sirius, the Dog Star. He lazily brought his right hand to his forehead and saluted the star.

He the proceeded to roll onto his side and curl up in a foetal position, cradling his head. He decided that he wouldn't be doing that trick again for along time.

Five minutes of silently rocking himself in a vain attempt to alleviate some of the pain that seemed to set there permanently had him realising that said pain was just not going to go away without a fight. He muttered curses under his breath and promises that if his Godfather was laughing at him from his starry perch, he'd kick his arse to the moon and back.

"Bloody Elves, this is your fucking fault!" He said louder, knowing full well that the Elves could hear him. "The least you could do is give me a little help!" He snapped, instantly regretting it as his head seemed to only throb more so than it already was.

He heard two pairs of feet softly hit the ground, adding to his pain-filled head. He whimpered pitifully, begging them silently to stop making so much noise. He sighed blissfully when the noise stopped.

A pair of hands gently tugged at his wrists and he allowed them to be moved from their position holding his head, which, by the way, only seemed to hurt more now that his hands weren't holding it. It hurt so much so, that he tired to hold his head in his hands again, but the hands were still grasped firmly around his wrists, effectively holding him down.

He vaguely thought about thrashing around a slight to see if he could somehow release himself from the grasp, but decided it wouldn't be worth the pain on his head. It hurt so much that tears were welling up in his eyes. He breathed hard and closed those emerald orbs tightly, silently willing the pain away. And silently cursing at it not working.

Suddenly, he felt warm hands come to rest on his head. The pressure almost made him scream but all that was released from his mouth was a strangled sob and a promise that the elf holding his head would be kicked royally up the arse if he didn't remove his hands.

He heard one of the chuckle, which only hurt his head more. He made the same promise to that elf, with a little fancy re-wording of his oh so uentuent mouth. He heard the elf that was holding his head in a tongue he recognised as Quenya. It had been the language the Elves that had aided in the war had used when speaking with one another. At the time, he'd thought it beautiful and melodic. Now, he wanted to murder its speaker.

"Caro i\' naeg lanta, caro ha drego! Caro ha si rinc o le" The soft, yet painful voice muttered and Harry began to feel foreign energy. Although it felt weird at first, he didn't protest, as it wasn't the bad kind of energy around in the world today. This energy was pure goodness, made for healing.

He was still going to kick these Elves arses. Just, not yet.

After about half a minute of having the energy poured into him, he felt the pain in his head lessen and lessen until it had gone completely. He was still panting and his eyes were still tightly closed when he felt the hands on his head pull away.

"Lle tyava quel?" Harry fought the urge to roll his closed eyes at the question. If the Elves had come upon hearing his voice in English, why did they not speak in the bloody language? The Elves he had previously met all had done.

He almost growled in frustration. Bloody proud Elves!

"Lle anta yulna en alu?" He smiled weakly and relaxed slightly. He did understand that phrase. The Elves "˜had' taught him something.

"Nay, I don't speak Elvish you gits now speak properly of I will kick your arse." His foetal state relaxed until he was sure he wasn't in any more pain. Only then did he allow himself to roll over onto his back and open his eyes.

The Dog Star was laughing at him, and he knew it. He scowled and offered the star his finger before turning to his companions. He pushed himself up into a seated position slowly, so as not to get a major head rush. Which, of course, with him being him and all, came anyway.

He took several calming breaths and opened his eyes once again, not realising he'd closed them before. What he saw then made his breath catch in his throat.

Two Elves. His mind registered. Two, identical, twin Elves. Two exquisitely beautiful, identical twin Elves. He almost giggled "“ almost "“ at the entire situation. They each had long, dark hair that ended at their waist. Each had two fine braids"¦ braids he had learnt were warrior braids, above each ear. Their eyes were dark, almost black, but alight with life. From that alone, Harry could tell they enjoyed their life very .
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They each had on chocolate brown leggings and a cream coloured tunic, along with a pair of the same ridiculously thin boots he'd seen previous Elves prance around in.

"So you speak the common tongue." The elf on his left said with a grin. Harry cracked a smile

"That I do. Now, would you like to inform me just why you were watching me?" They looked at each other, and then back at him.

"Not out right, no." Harry scowled lightly at the second Elf's words.

"You fascinate us." The first elf said, causing Harry to raise an eyebrow.

"I am Elladan, and this is my brother, Elrohir." The second elf said and Harry relaxed slightly having at least found out their names.

"I am Harry." He replied. "Tell me why you were playing voyeur!" He demanded.

"You fascinate us." Elrohir repeated, purposely not disguising the fact that his eyes were roaming over Harry's form. The former Gryffindor almost shivered at the intensity of the gaze, but managed to keep himself in check.

"I'm sure that is all well and good." He began but never got to complete what he was saying because a pair of soft lips descended upon his own. His mind was racing a mile a minute. What the hell was going on? People just don't appear out of the woods and kiss a guy. It's rude for one very good reason!

As soon as it had started, it had ended and those lips were gone. He brought his fingers up and tentatively touched his kissed lips. He eyed said finger, and then turned his eyes to the elf that had kissed him. His eyes narrowed, and with a growl that would have had Moony proud, he lunged at the dark-haired being before him, surprising and catching the elf off-guard.

He landed on top of the elf; his legs either side of the tunic-covered chest and his hands digging into the earth either side of his head. He cocked his head to the side and leaned forward. Starting at the tip of the elf's ear, he nuzzled his way down to the crook of the elf's neck, and back up to the ear again before whispering.

"Moony always said it's never good to talk to strangers." Quickly and expertly, he moved from his position astride the elf, grasped hold of the lapels of the tunic and pulled up. Then using his magic, he propelled said elf to a near by tree, pinning his arms around the trunk and his feet on the ground by an unseen force.

"Why were you watching me?" He repeated, looking from one shocked elf to the other. Elladan, from his position still on the ground a few feet from Harry, cracked a smile at his brother's position.

"This is not the time Elladan!" Elrohir snapped, eyes narrowing before turning to Harry. "Release me!" He demd.
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"I believe you are in no position to demand anything, dear elf. Answer my question and I will consider it."

"We were exploring these parts as they are new to us and we heard your writing implement scratching against your strange parchment. We were intrigued and chose to come and investigate further." Elladan explained, the smile never leaving his face. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why did you not simply explain that when I had first asked?" He questioned as if speaking with a youngster. Elladan shrugged.

"It is in our nature to purposely"¦ "˜beat around the bush', as humans are fond of wording it." Harry snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Sounds like two more twins I know." He muttered, and then turned his attention back to his bound elf. "What did you hope to gain by interrupting me when I was speaking?" He asked and grinned when he heard the trapped elf growl. "Now now, keep those teeth away. I am merely asking you a question."

"Because your lips looked so inviting." The elf answered, now grinning at the blush that was making its way onto Harry's cheeks. "My brother thinks the very same, don't you dearest heart?" Without thinking, Harry turned his head to face Elladan and catch an extremely heated look that was being sent his way.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"They taste of ripe fruit on a summers morn, brother." Elrohir continued, causing Harry's blush to redden. "Such succulent delight"¦ never before have I tasted such ambrosia." The bound elf groaned for effect. Harry bit his lip and looked at the ground. He felt like his entire body was flushing.

He heard Elladan move from his position to rest in front of him.

"You blush prettily, Lirimaer." The dark haired elf and Harry's head snapped up, curiosity in his emerald orbs.

"What exactly does that mean?" He asked.

"T'means lovely one, why do you ask?" All of a sudden, Harry began to smile. And that smile soon turned to a grin. Amusement lit fires in his eyes, bathing him in a majestic air that made him seem more beautiful than he already was.

"I have heard it said before, no matter at the present time, I assure you." He was reminded very quickly of how close Elladan had moved towards him. He cleared his rather dry throat and tried to move away, but wherever he moved, Elladan followed closely. "Um"¦ w-was there something you wanted Elladan?" He asked, praying to whatever god was up there he didn't sound nervous"¦ and that the bloody star wasn't laughing, which, he was sure, he could hear.

"Yes, actually." The elf grinned a grin that had Harry been on his feet, would have caused him to collapse. Instead, his hand slipped on the ground behind him, causing him to fall onto hick. ck. He watched as Elladan crawled over him with and air of feline grace. Harry gulped audibly with nervousness, no longer caring it said nervousness was noticeable. "Free Elrohir." He whispered before lowering his mouth to Harry's.

Exactly like his brothers, though completely different. Elladan's lips seemed to be made of fine silk that brushed expertly at every point the correct way. Harry felt the elf pull away a fraction and bit back the disappointed groan that was working its way up his throat but stopped when he felt that deliciously searing tongue trail over his bottom lip.

Unconsciously (when this was over, he would be having a serious talk with his subconscious), he opened his mouth slightly and instead of allowing Elladan's tongue access to his mouth, he slipped his own tongue out to meet the elf's. His tongue glided with flawless ease over the elf's, bypassed the silk-lined barrier that was Elladan's lips, and delved into the mouth that seemed to hold a heat source all of its own.

The elf groaned as he was forced to retreat honguongue back into his own mouth to do battle with Harry's. He felt his companion's tongue roam over his teeth, gums and mouth walls with ease Elladan never would have pegged him for possessing.

Elrohir watched on from his bound position and inwardly groaned. He was slowly going insane in his current position. Why did his brother always get to have the fun? And how did Harry bind him like this anyway? He noticed Harry's slip of the tongue and moaned himself. His leggings were beginning to become uncomfortably tight.

The need for oxygen soon out-weighed the possible pleasure factor of the kiss so Harry slipped his tongue back into his own mouth and pulled away from those deadly lips. He breathed heavily and looked directly into Elladan's eyes, a small grin working its way onto his face as he said his next words. "I will free Elrohir," He began. "If you take his place." He whispered. It was loud enough for Elrohir to hear though.

Elladan stared at Harry as if he'd grown another head, and Harry continued grinning. The Elf growled and swooped down to nip gently on those sensitive rounded ears. "The point was, rwalaer, that we were free together."

Harry purred deep in his throat at the sensations Elladan was awakening within him. He inclined his head to give the elf more room but groaned intesttest when said elf ceased all movement. He looked up at the dark haired elf and could almost "˜see' the wheels turning in his head. He grinned at Elladan's thoughts.

"Elrohir will remain bound whether I am in the throws of passion of the deepest sleep." He almost laughed at the scowl that worked its way across the elf's face.

"Then how is it you hold him?"

"I hold him simply because I do not think it would be wise for the two of you to be free"¦ yet, anyway. There is no how to it but my will." He looked up again at the stars and smirked. "Time's up Elladan." Before the elf could blink, Harry had him on his back, pinned down with magic. His arms about his head and Harry on his thighs, grinning down at him.

"You were taking too long. And besides," Harry trailed a finger down from the tip of Elladan's ear to the nape of his neck. "I think I like you better this way." He leaned over and licked a hot path down the path his finger took, lingering slightly on the extra sensitive tip of the Elven ear.

"A!" The elf cried as Harry nipped at his ear.

Holding his right hand out, palm facing upwards, Harry conjured a small, yet sharp dagger. He sat up straight and smirked down at his captive.

"I suspect this was not how you intended things to go this night, aye Elladan." He lazily trailed the dagger edge across the front of the elf's tunic, watching with nothing short of satisfaction as the elf's breath caught.

"Nay, not usually are my brother and I so"¦ dominated." Harry nodded, he could understand that.

"Though you have dominated each other before this night?" The elf nodded. Harry held his dagger firmly in his right hand and proceeded to slowly trail the sharpened edge of the blade down the centre of the tunic, being careful never to break the skin or the elf.

When the fabric was cut, it fell open revealing the pale, muscular expanse that was Elladan's chest. Having finished with the dagger he threw it so it stuck into the ground at an angle. Turning back to the feast before him, he smiled a lazy smile.

Licking his lips, he once again leaned forward and pressed them against silk. Snaking his tongue out, he ran a hot, wet path over Elladan's bottom lip. Then, when the elf's mouth opened, he languidly slipped his tongue inside and ran it slickly over its companion. A few moments of the sensual activity, Harry diverted attention fro Elladan's mouth to his jaw.

He kissed, licked and nipped his way long the elf's jaw before moving southwards via the neck. He nipped the elf's shoulder blade and delighted in every gasp, sigh, moan and groan that was emanating. Making his way down, he found his first target of the night.

He ran his tongue over Elladan's left nipple, pulled back a fraction, and blew lightly over the wet spot, effectively sending blissful shivers throughout the elf's body. He repeated this once more before doing exactly the same to his right nipple. Then, he nipped at the now hard nub, soothing the pain with anotswipswipe of his tongue.

He began to make his way downwards towards the elf's navel, kissing, sucking and nipping as he journeyed. Harry could feel the proof of Elladan's excitement digging into his chest. He could also feel the elf try to buck his hips to create that ounce more friction but Harry wouldn't allow it. With one last nip at the area around the belly-button, Harry sat up.

Elladan was gasping for breath, his face was flushed, and his eyes like obsidian with desire for Harry. He was tingling all over; a thin sheen of sweat had broken out wherever any of his skin was showing.

Discreetly, Harry moved his right hand behind his back and flicked his wrist. Behind him, Elrohir rubbed his own wrist's to get the blood flowing again before setting his lust-filled gaze on the pair in front of him. He knew Elladan was too far gone to realise he'd been freed and that didn't bother him. He moved silently, knowing that Harry knew each and every move he was making, and headed towards the being sitting astride his brothers thighs.

He saw Harry stretch over his twin's prone form and kiss those delicious lips thoroughly. O' how he longed to be kissed by Harry. Elladan seemed shocked when their new friend had pulled out of their first kiss and it made Elrohir desperately want another shot at is.

With one final step, the newly freed elf was stood directly behind Harry, in between his brother's spread knees. He could see Harry driving his brother to distraction by teasing the tips of both ears with teeth and tongue. He could not remember a time when Elladan was ever as flushed nor as deliriously hyped up on pleasure than he was right then. It was a memory neither twin would be forgetting in the eternity they had to live.

Out of the corner of his eye, Elrohir spied the dagger Harry had used to cut through Elladan's perfectly good tunic. Grinning, he knelt down silently and reached out to take hole of the handle that was sticking out from the ground.

Out of the corner of his own eye, Harry saw Elrohir lean over to pick up the dagger, so he blocked Elladan's line of sight by focusing on one of his ears, eliciting a needy groan. Harry could feel how excited and how close the elf beneath him was and he had no doubt in his mind that said elf could feel the very same with him.

He arched his back when he felt Elrohir's hand run slowly down his spine, groaning at the feeling it left.

Elrohir grinned at the response he was getting from the beauty before him. He raised the dagger to the back of the shirt Harry was wearing and began to cut it open. As he started cutting the shirt away, he noticed something on Harry's skin. It seemed like a design that had been imprinted there. Curious to see more as well as anxious to divest Harry of his clothing, the elf drew the dagger down quicker.

In his rush, Elrohir accidentally let the dagger touch Harry's skin. The blade of the dagger was so sharp that the slightest of touches would have broke the skin so as it slid, Harry whimpered in pain, but also in the sensation it was creating in contrast to the pleasure he was feeling.

Wincing, the elf holding the dagger leaned over to lap up the minute amount of blood that had been shed. He then murmured a quick healing enchantment and watched as the wound healed. After kissing the now smooth skin, he continued more carefully on his quest in removing Harry's shirt.

Harry felt his shirt fall from his shoulders. He shuddered as he felt Elrohir release a breath directly on the small of his back. He looked down at the writhing figure below him and grinned. He licked the elf's nose from the tip to the bridge at an agonizingly slow pace. He then drew damp patterns with his tongue on the elf's heavily sweating forehead. When he finished his invisible design, he blew lightly on them.

Elladan pulled against his magical bindings but no amount of force would even get them to shift the slightest bit. When Harry had released that breath over his fore head he very nearly lost control. Who knew one could become so very aroused with minor stimulation? He arched up; trying to gain even a small amount of friction but Harry wasn't letting it happen.

With a low growl, Harry nipped lightly at the captive elf's cheek. The elf moaned, turning his face towards Harry's, trying to bring their lips together once again. Who was he to deny such a silky invitation?

When their lips met this time, no soft caresses were exchanged; no teasing licks"¦ simply pure, primal lust.

Harry could feel Elrohir's hands move around his waist and grasp at the waistband of his jeans. Never once breaking from the kiss, he grasped one of the free elf's hands and brought it to the button clasp on the singular item of clothing he had on.

Elrohir unclasped the button and pulled the zip down at an agonizingly slow pace.

Whimpering with need, Harry broke the kiss with Elladan and leaned back into his twin's chest. He reached back with both hands, clenched his fists in the sides of Elrohir's tunic, sent a bolt of energy through and tore the tunic in half. He felt the elf behind him shrug off the two halves before leaning forward to nip none-too-gently at the north most point of his now-exposed tattoo.

The free elf gasped as he got a good look at the markings on Harry's back. The outline of a star rested in between the shoulder blades with beams thrusting from every inward point. Below was the proud head of a black dog that seemed to be howling at the star. Its eyes were of violet in tint but black in mass with a light point that made it appear to reflect from the seeming source of light from above.

Harry gasped as an attempt to gain more friction by Elladan hit its mark. He sat up, leaning back against Elrohir's firm chest and grinned down at the bound elf beneath him. Biting down on his lip, he ground his hips hard first back into Elrohir's and then down against Elladan's. All three lovers groaned as one.

The free twin ran his hands possessively around Harry's waist and downwards passed the waistband of his open jeans. Harry ground his hips forward into those hands that were now cupping the hardness there deliciously. Just as soon as they touched him, they retreated. Preferring instead to ride gently down his thighs, effectively removing the jeans

Lifting himself up slightly, the former Gryffindor did his best to help Elrohir divest him of the barrier. And when they, along with his boots and underwear, were fully removed, he rested the palm of his hands on the point just above Elladan's knees. He then slowly ran both hands over the cloth-covered thigh, moving up towards the ties that held them in place.

Nimble fingers worked the knot in the ties loose then proceeded to remove said leggings along with the boots the elf had on. All the while, behind him Elrohir was ridding himself of his own cloth barriers. When they were all finally naked, they each took a moment to take in the beauty each one of them possessed.

Harry's hands once more found the point above the bound elf's knees and once again, they moved on their upwards path "“ only this time, Harry's lips were following; kissing, sucking and nipping at the skin of Elladan's inner thigh as they went.

With Harry lost in his activity, it left his tanned back side in full view to Elrohir. The elf grinned as he ran his own hands over the soft, creamy skin before him. He leaned forward and trailed kissed down Harry's spine eliciting delightful shudders from the stunning being practically beneath him.

Reaching the small of Harry's back, Elrohir extended his tongue and flicked it lightly over the skin experimentally. His grin broadened when he noticed the form in front of him start to tremble. With a few more licks in appropriately positioned places, he had Harry a quivering mass of want and desire.

"Saes!" Elladan suddenly cried out, unable to take the torture Harry was bestowing upon his person much longer. Said torturer grinned through the groan that bubbled up within him as Elrohir continued to explore the small of his back. He licked and nipped at Elladan's inner-thighs, delighting in every single sound emanating from the bound elf.

He moved upwards towards the elf's centre, putting his hands firmly on the now-bucking hips to halt their movements entirely. He stopped when he was a mere inch from the engorged flesh that seemed to have waved of heat pouring out, accompanied by the musky scent that Harry seemed to have an immediate addiction for. He breathed in deeply, allowing the taste to linger at the back of his throat before he blew gently across the searing member, watching with barely suppressed glee as it shuddered and seemed to harden more so than it already was.

Leaning forward, draping himself over his back, Elrohir brought his lips to Harry's ear and proceeded to whisper. "Do you have anything that I could use for lubrication? I do not wish to hurt you." Without moving from his task, Harry held out a hand towards is pack and clicked his fingers. Three seconds later, a small tube of abrasion lotion flew towards his out-stretched hand. After catching it, the former Gryffindor upturned his hand and dropped the tube into Elrohir's. And with a quick nip of thanks, the free elf moved back to continue with his task.

Elrohir's nimble fingers unscrewed the cap of the tube and squeezed a generous amount onto his free hand. He then put the tube aside and set about preparing Harry. Coating one finger in the lotion, he ran it down Harry's cleft, massaging the area around his rosebud entrance, eliciting pleasured groans from him. The elf waited until the muscles surrounding the entrance had relaxed thoroughly before inserting his lubricated finger slowly.

The finger met partial resistance as the second knuckle slipped passed the ring, so it stopped and retreated as slowly as it had been inserted before it pushed in once again. Elrohir repeated this manoeuvre a few times before finally crooking his finger whilst still inside Harry and feeling around for that special gland he knew would send the other man to see the stars.

Harry cried out as the elf found his mark and began to push back against the invading finger. Grinning, Elrohir rubbed the sensitive gland once more before removing his finger entirely. He quickly coated a second digit in the lotion and directed them both back to Harry's entrance.

The young man felt a little discomfort at being invaded by two fingers this time but his discomfort was forgotten when he felt a hand cup his erection and slowly begin to knead the flesh, with enough pressure to create a pleasant sensation but no where near enough to help him find his release just yet.

Groaning deeply, he continued with his own task. He traced the underside of Elladan's hardened member with the tip of his tongue, bathing himself in the soft keens and moans he was receiving from the bound elf. His tongue flicked gently at the spot just below the head and his hands applied extra pressure to those slim hips as he felt them buck upwards.

As he pushed back on Elrohir's now-scissoring fingers, he let his tongue roll over the head of Elladan's elfhood before taking it into his mouth, lapping up the precome that oozed from the slit in the top. He could hear the elf groan and attempt to buck his hips but as much as he enjoyed being the cause of such noises, he would not let the fun be over just yet.

Elrohir stretched Harry's opening as wide as he could with the two fingers he was using before removing them and coating a third with the lotion provided. He pushed all three lotion-coated digits passed the loosening, but still blissfully tight ring. With them passed the initial barrier, he began to move them in and out, stretching the opening as wide as he could as he did so, not forgetting to hit that special spot once or twice while he was at it.

Harry moaned, pushing back against the invading fingers with nothing short of enthusiasm. His tongue moved down Elladan's shaft and lapped at the hairless sac just below. He took one half of the sensitive sac into his mouth and gently massaged it with both tongue and tooth before repeated the process with the other.

Putting the feelings Elrohir was invoking within him to the back of his mind for the moment, he concentrated on his task. He released the heavy burden he'd taken into his mouth and nipped gently at it. He slowly moved his lips to the skin just underneath the said burden where he then licked, sucked and nipped until Elladan was practically weeping with need, desire and lust.

"Saes!" He heard the bound elf repeat once again but made no move to hurry his efforts.

His tongue travelled back up the blood-hardened shaft in one slow, agonizing stroke, using the entire flat of his tongue. The elf almost screamed. He tried bucking his hips against Harry's hold but couldn't gather enough strength within himself to do so. The hold on his hips would certainly leave bruises in the morn.

With a hungry growl, Harry took the elf whole in his mouth, instantly deep-throating. This time however, he screamed his need to the night air. The man merely grinned around the base of his bound-companion's hardness. He hollowed out his cheeks and drew himself back up at a leisurely pace that tortured Elladan.

Just as he was about to go down on the elf once more, he let out a tremendous howl as he felt Elrohir drive his desire deep within him to the hilt mercilessly. He arched his back and gripped onto Elladan's hips even tighter than he already was, though the other elf was too far driven into his passionate haze to notice.

"Gods!" he ground out through gritted teeth and felt the elf behind him lean over his back and chuckle in his ear.

"Nay, my name is Elrohir." The free twin drew himself back, almost completely out of the Gryffindor before using his full body weight to plunder Harry's tight, searing passage once again, eliciting yet another scream from his lover.

Feeling, sensing and just plain knowing that neither of them could last much longer under the strain they'd put themselves under, Harry took Elladan in his mouth once more, hollowed out his cheeks and proceeded to attempt to suck him into an early grave "“ despite his immortality.

As Elrohir continued to thrust into the body beneath him, he reached around to grasp at Harry's neglected hardness and began to move his hand back and forth in sync.

Harry felt the body beneath him tense, a tell-tale sign of the oncoming release but never once did he falter in his movements. He drove his hips back to meet every one of Elrohir's thrusts and as he tasted bitter sweet essence of elf hit the back of his throat, he felt the pleasure that had been slowly building within him from the very start of this encounter reach its pinnacle point and explode.

Heat spread like wildfire through his body until he felt like every fibre of his being was aflame. He groaned deeply around Elladan's still pulsing member as his release course through his blood, setting every nerve-ending alight.

Elrohir felt the muscles within his lover clamp down on him. Growling with the need for release, he thrust twice more into Harry's convulsing muscles and felt his release wash over him.

~*~

Harry grinned as the two Elves began to stir from their little nap.

He had been the only one out of the three of them to remain conscious after they had all spent their lust. Thus, it had been his job to "˜clean up', so to speak. He had repaired both ruined tunics and set them to the side. He'd then, with the aid of magic, got both Elves back into their own leggings before slipping himself into his, choosing to forgo his ruined shirt. After all, he needed something to remember this night by.

Two pairs of dark eyes blinked open and looked up at him. Lazy smiles flittered on their faces and they both reached out a hand to him. Yawning widely, he took the proffered hands and was pulled unceremoniously down to the ground in between them.

Before he drifted off into a blissful slumber, Harry looked up at the Star that had seen the whole show. He grinned and saluted the brightest star in the sky, whispering silently three words.

"Love you, Sirius." And he was asleep.

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Caro i\' naeg lanta, caro ha drego! Caro ha si rinc o le "“ Make the pain fall, make it flee! Make it now, flee from thee.

Saes "“ please.

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Written by Ithil Hin.