He was losing hope of finding a way of using mithril to make a single object that could solve the problem of all the Eldar on Middle-earth... Why didn't the Valar show him a way of doing it, of resolving this? His people would be forced to leave, but he didn't want to... He learned to love that land, the forests, the strange stars, and the races other than the elves. It was exciting to be able to witness the variety of that continent, the cultural exchanges, and all he had learned from people he could never meet in Valinor.

But the Eldar had grown so proud.  

Maybe that was the reason they were getting weaker and decaying every day.

The light was abandoning them... Because they were abandoning the light…

It was almost like the Valar didn’t want them to stay on that Middle-earth anymore.

Amidst these ponderings, Celebrimbor heard steps entering his workshop. A male voice sounded:

- Galadriel?

Celebrimbor saw Halbrand wandering, barefooted. His tall frame looks so fragile, lips chapped and tangled hair...

- She is not here. Shouldn't you be resting?

The man coyly entered the room.

- What is this place?

- This is Celebrimbor's workshop.

- The... Celebrimbor?

The elven lord chuckled to himself. There it was, the elven pride. And in his case, an heir to the most important elven lineage, the most talented, the fiercest, and most passionate of them all... 

He never had looked at Halbrand closely, so, when Celebrimbor was showing him the forge and the ores they were working on, he felt intrigued by his big eyes, his full lips, and the raggedy prettiness of his features. He was thin, but tall and, while around him, always sweet, so reverent... But his eyes...

Halbrand stared into his eyes like he wanted to drown Celebrimbor inside of them. Like he wanted to pull him into his very being, to possess him. An unspoken promise of ecstasy, a not-so-innocent admiration perhaps?

Celebrimbor started to feel a certain uneasiness. He couldn't understand the boy's behavior. Well, Halbrand was a boy next to him. Even if he made such smart remarks and gave him crazy ideas to work the mithril piece... Well, the elven smith just shook off that feeling of uneasiness towards the man and went back to work when he was gone. He could still hear the man's voice inside his head, nonetheless... Velvety, rich, provocative. Full of silence and secrets in between the spoken words.

Halbrand was confusing him. Certainly a pleasurable confusion. A delicious one.

The image of his pretty face distracted him from his work.

The remembrance of him saying how he admired his artistry... Celebrimbor felt so proud, so... Warm inside. Like he hadn't felt in years. Lately, all he had was annoyance from Gil-galad and boring situations, the same elven boys looking for his guidance being so untrue, just for benefits... He was feeling worn out, tired of the facade he lived inside. Tired of the character he became and whom everybody just wanted something from…

But the boy, Halbrand, had awakened something inside of him. He swirled his inner world, touched his dark feelings, not his darkness but the emotions he was keeping so well guarded... Like how lonely he felt lately. How he desired to have a work companion who was as passionate as him - someone with sparkly eyes. How he missed his glorious days of creation. How he wanted so badly to find a lover, a nice one, someone who would give him his body and his soul...

Galadriel did turn him away so long ago, it seemed like it had never happened. His love faded with the passing of decades, centuries…

But Celebrimbor never went for anybody else after that. Only lovers, only affairs. Silly elven boys, handsome rough men... But they only touched his body, not his soul. 

He couldn't stop thinking about how Halbrand's eyes lit up when he revealed he was The Celebrimbor... The adoration in the gorgeous man's face. Was it only pride, only desire to be loved and admired he was feeling now? He couldn't say... But the man did startle him with his ideas. So clever, so ingenious. Genius was something rare. Soul. Creation with soul...

It was late, hours after the sunset, and Celebrimbor was still in the workshop, meditating on the ideas of alloying and stuff. 

He couldn't rest a little bit in such a stressful situation, not when the High King had just ordered him to leave his land behind... Oh, Gil-galad was being such a bitch about it all... Celebrimbor was growing tired of him...

And all those new feelings were not helping him concentrate at all. 

Then, steps on the stairs. This time, not barefoot. Boot steps echo in the tower.

- Lord Celebrimbor? 

His elven heart jumped inside its bone cage when the clear known voice hit his ears. 

It was him again. Like a strange daydream had materialized before his eyes, Halbrand was at the entrance to the workshop, a white and sheer shirt open to his chest showing some hair, auburn curls adorning his pretty, wide-eyed boyish face... But he was no boy, he was the King of the Southlands…

- Enter, Halbrand…

The steps got closer to the elven lord, who spoke once more:

- Shouldn't you be sleeping? It's late and you are not fully recovered yet...

- I am fine… Besides... I couldn't sleep...

He was doing that face, a pleading face that made Celebrimbor's chest hurt. The pulling eyes, the slightly parted and waiting lips... He looked so kissable like that.

Like he was just waiting to be touched. To be touched by him.

- Why is that?

- I'm worried about your people. I'm worried about Galadriel... About you, sir... I cannot sleep. Not when you are in such danger...

The human got closer and closer to Celebrimbor, who could feel the heat of his body through the thin clothing, the tension and desire emanating from him. The longing. 

The elf wanted him so badly. 

Celebrimbor didn't have a lover in some time. He had spent much time working and involved in Gil-galad's enervating politics to dedicate himself to having some fun, to enjoy himself... He had even turned away a stunning brunette Sindarin apprentice who was really into him... 

But the present was right in front of him.

Asking for him. 

Wanting.

- Why are you here?

They were so close now that Celebrimbor could feel his breath on his face. 

- Don’t you know?

The smith lord smirked, tilting his head. He thought he knew, he imagined… He desired to be right about his impressions.

-Please, enlighten me, lord Halbrand…

He got closer, so, so close… his lips brushing the shell of Celebrimbor’s pointy ear:

-I want you… so much… my lord…

Blue heat and fire burned inside the fëanorian. 

That fucking burning. He knew it so very well…

Once lit, it wouldn’t simply vanish, burning itself rapidly. It would consume every fiber of his common sense. He knew it, he had centuries of self-knowledge… Millenia.

If he opens that dam, it could very well be his doom.

But he was tired, lonely, and fucking bewitched by the battle-scarred young King in front of him. He saw no escape. His body was aching. Halbrand’s hands touched his hair and he shivered. The rough fingers, the musky scent of the skin of his arms so close to Celebrimbor’s face. The man took the lead, kissing him oh so softly like he was afraid the elf would run away from him. He didn’t. He closed his eyes and Halbrand just smirked and resumed the kissing, still softly, coaxing. 

Celebrimbor could barely breathe. His body was tense, responding so intensely to that light touch. But he wanted more. In a split second, he decided. There was no turning back. If Halbrand wanted him, he would have him whole. No regrets. So, he inspired deeply and opened his mouth, having Halbrand’s tongue inside of him in no time, his caressing fingers now demanding, pulling him close.

He was being devoured.

He loved it so much.

His elven fingers explored the bearded face, so rough and manly. The sharp jawline, where he pulled out his mouth and went to lick and lick, biting his way to Halbrand’s ear. The man just hissed and pulled his face to kiss him stupid again, wet sounds filling the forge.

Halbrand grabbed Celebrimbor’s hand and roughly rubbed it in the front of his own pants. He was so hard, throbbing. In a low register, he said again to the elf’s ear:

-You did this to me, sir… I’m hurting…

  Celebrimbor at that moment felt any left restraints just melt like Valinor silver in his forge, his willpower turn to liquid, and his body turned to an object of adoration to the young being in front of him. Oh, but what a beautiful being, with that dark lashes and full lips. All he could do to respond was groan. Halbrand laughed.

-You will be the death of me, Tyelpë…

The elven lord looked up into his eyes again, face held by his rough palms.

-What did you call me?

He was smirking. Fucking low-man. He held too much power over him.

-Tyelpë. Silver, like your grayish eyes, like the silvery strands amongst your golden hair…

-Oh I know, boy, I know what you mean…

He delve into Halbrand’s mouth, his skilled fingers losing no time in pulling his ridiculous shirt up up up… and off his handsome body. And handsome he was, indeed. Firm flesh under tan skin, auburn hair sprinkled through his chest and making a trail under his belly button… Halbrand caught his wandering fingers:

-No. It’s your turn, master smith…

-Oh, for fuck’s sake, boy…

And he stripped Celebrimbor of his apron, and his green tunic and ran his hands over the golden soft skin all over, his mouth following every curve and ridge, tongue licking his nipple while he laughed at the elven master’s moans. Then, he dropped to his knees and Celebrimbor almost fainted. Looking up through his lashes, mouth twisted in that barely-there smirk, he finished stripping his lover.

-Tyelpë… I adore you. Did you know this?

Celebrimbor was grunting, stupified by the breath of him on his navel. 

-Fuck, Halbrand… No, I didn’t know, boy…

The man was looking at him still, smirking still…

-Do you want me, sir?... In this way?

-Yes… I want you…

-Will you let me suck you off… my lord? Please?

Celebrimbor rolled his eyes while the man licked long stripes on his lower belly. He hissed some sort of yes while his lover proceeded to hold him still and just blunt lick him, base to head, then lapping his precum and humming satisfied.

-You taste so delicious… Lord Celebrimbor…

The poor elf didn’t have time to answer, because the man just spit on his cock and put it whole into his mouth at once and all went black, his millenary brain just stopped working. He, such a powerful mind, such a great artist, one of the great ones, was reduced to a moaning mess. He was being milked hard, like never before. 

-Halbrand… Dear, if you… ah… continue like this… I won’t last much…

The man let his cock out messily, drool connecting it to his mouth, and spoke:

-Then don’t. Let go. I have you… Tyelpë.

The pace he took then was insane. He gestured one finger to Celebrimbor and made him suck… The elven lord was a mess of moans and heated skin. He sucked it carefully, and then Halbrand just plunged it into his hole.

Celebrimbor cried and cursed. He was so close when he hit his prostate again and again, sucking him so fucking hard. He came in long spurts that his lover gladly swallowed, deepthroating him until the end.

Back on his feet, Halbrand grabbed Celebrimbor’s blonde hair and kissed him deeply, sloppily. 

-Was I good to you, Tyelpë?

-Yes… You were so good, my dear… How do you want to come? Want me to suck you too?

Halbrand smirked in that way, the way he made him melt. Eyes on his, grabbing onto his soul. He held complete power over the elven lord in front of him. 

-I want to fuck you… would you let me?

Oh, it was too much… Too fucking much. Celebrimbor had already lost it some time ago…

-Yes, dear… Have me… Give me this…

He was turned around, bent over a stand, his back kissed to all its extent, his muscles turn to mush under that rough touch, after such a hard orgasm…

He was a mess of moans and cries when Halbrand spat into his ass. 

The elven lord moaned so loud when his lover bottomed out, hands gripping the stand for dear life. 

The slapping skin sound added to those lewd noises, and Halbrand’s grunts and curses. He fucked him dumb, gripping his ass with bruising force, pubic hair scratching the elf’s skin, rough hands slapping his ass now and then, leaving obscene marks. 

Celebrimbor got hard again. Rock hard, leaking. He cried and moaned, overstimulated. Halbrand laughed at his responses to his rough love.

-Is this too much, Tyelpë? You are so beautiful like this… All messy around me, my love…

-Oh fuck, I’m …

Celebrimbor came loudly, untouched, his cum spreading on the floor. Halbrand didn’t stop his ramming for a second, laughing and coming right after him, showering his lover in praises.

-You took me so well… So beautiful…  - His mouth now was lapping at the mess they made over the elven smith’s body, licking him clean.

-So beautiful, so delicious, my Tyelpë… 

Celebrimbor pulled him up by the hair, kissing him deeply now, arms around his slim sweaty waist.

-How can I repay you for this, king Halbrand?

Halbrand smirked, pecking him on the lips.

-Consider it… a gift.