To Lose and to Win
He felt roused beyond anything he had ever experienced. If it was possible to rise above the highest climax of the body, beyond the blissful release of tension he had yearned for, then this must be it – a feeling far beyond anything he had ever dreamed of.
Gil-galad held his body imprisoned, immovable, with the steely grip only a warrior of the Noldor possessed. Gil-galad was exploring the sensitive skin of his neck, lightly tracing lips and teeth along his veins.
Elrond gasped, losing control over heart, mind and body.
But this time he did not mind losing the fight.