A Question of Numbers 3/9
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sbyteTitle: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: keiliss - Thank you soooo much!
(All remaining mistakes are my own)
Chapter 3/9
MPAA Rating: R (probably not totally necessary)
EOAS Rating: Orange to be safe (just a shade more than innuendo)
Summary: Erestor makes a new friend
Pairings this Chapter: Erestor/Legolas, Glorfindel/Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir
Disclaimer: This is all in fun, and definitely not my own. The elves and their world belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. The line ‘…hot seductive chocolate’ belongs to Sherrilyn. Kenyon. (It was too delicious to resist.)
Warning(s): This is AU. Tolkien is no doubt spinning in his grave at the thought of his elves involved in a foursome.
Note: This is not the movie version Legolas. If you have a thing for that type of characterization, you probably don’t want to read this. Don’t say that you weren’t warned.
Chapter Three
The twins were on hand to greet Legolas as he arrived in the courtyard. They always looked forward to his visits and this was no exception. They were not the only elves anxious for the arrival of the Mirkwood party. Several elves had gathered in anticipation of greeting friends and loved ones riding as escort.
Their arrival was met with much fanfare from those assembled in the courtyard. The atmosphere that greeted them was warm and casual. Greetings were exchanged; friendships renewed and loved ones reunited. It was amidst all of this joy that three elves entered the courtyard in route to a meeting. Welcoming smiles turned conspiratorial as the twins noted their friend’s reaction.
Although years had passed since Legolas had last visited the twins in Imladris, he barely registered that they were there. Instead, his eyes were riveted on the elf crossing the courtyard with Glorfindel and Elrond.
He wore his long black hair loose and flowing, just brushing the top of a butt so prime, it begged for a groping. From the elf’s slow, languorous moves, it was obvious that he would be incredible in bed. It was something Legolas knew intrinsically the moment he saw him and it rippled through his body like hot, seductive chocolate. Almost every elf in the courtyard save the Lord of Imladris and his seneschal had paused to watch him walk by. It was impossible not to. He was compelling and sexy in a way that few other elves were. Yet for all his sexual attraction, an aura surrounded him warning others to keep their hands to themselves.
Something about the dark elf made every hormone in Legolas’ body stand up and take notice. “Who is *that*?”
Elrohir chuckled. “His name is Erestor.”
“He is new here, isn’t he?” It was a rhetorical question, because Legolas knew for a certainty that the elf was a newcomer. He had to be.
Elladan answered, “He has been here for a few years. It has been a while since last you visited.”
“Is he one of the guards?” Legolas was all but certain this was the case. There was something about him that seemed untamed.
“No, he holds the title of councilor. He works primarily with Glorfindel and Adar assessing trouble spots, orc attacks, and the like. Then he looks for correlations and trends…that sort of thing. It is a fairly new position. Glorfindel needed someone to tie together all of the information. We have found it to be very useful in predicting future movement and in spotting weakness in our defenses along the borders. You will meet him later tonight.”
“Is he involved with someone?” A thoughtful expression had crossed Legolas’ face as he asked.
Elladan grinned. “No. None have yet managed to bring that fantasy to life, although several have tried. Glorfindel guards him zealously.”
“But you said that he is not involved. What of Glorfindel?”
“He has taken Erestor under his wing. It is almost as if he is the son Glorfindel will never have.”
Legolas smirked. “What a guardian! It will make most elves think twice. And if the thought of facing Glorfindel doesn’t give pause, the attitude he is exuding will. He does not want to be approached.”
Elrohir responded, “He is not unapproachable. We are good friends. But look around you. Most of the elves who drooled as he walked past are too intimidated to consider pursuing him.”
“Oh?”
Elrohir replied, “He has a temper and can back it up. When he says no he means it. There are those who learned that particular lesson the hard way.”
Legolas looked amused. “Does he intimidate you as well?”
Elladan smirked. “If circumstances were different, I would have approached him long ago. I live for danger.”
Elrohir shook his head. “Your title will get you nowhere with that one, Legolas. He is an audacious elf, not easily impressed.”
“Consider me warned.” Legolas could not help the smile that accompanied his words. “I find myself looking forward to meeting him.”
It was late in the evening before Glorfindel called a halt to their work. As Erestor’s tired form walked away, he spoke to Elrond. “He is young for this type of schedule Elrond. I worry for him.”
“He has the energy that you and I lost millennia ago.”
“Yes, but he also has the urges that we lost millennia ago. He is restless and not content with living a quiet life in a peaceful valley. He reminds me of a young Ecthelion. He is something of a wild child, just as Ecthelion once was.”
An eyebrow cocked and gray eyes sparkled. “I never thought to hear it, but you are starting to sound paternal my friend.”
“Sometimes I do feel more like an adar than friend.”
Elrond chuckled. “Erestor looked exhausted, but Legolas is here. The twins will be entertaining him in their rooms tonight. Our young friend is not going to get much sleep.”
Glorfindel smirked. “Now who sounds like his adar.”
“My friend, I am allowed. I *am* an adar and have had much practice at worrying about brash young ellons.”
Glorfindel’s arms circled Elrond’s waist. “Erestor is not the only elf in the valley that will not sleep much this night.”
“No, he certainly is not.”
Erestor was tired. He had spent much of the day toiling over maps. When he entered the twins’ quarters, he headed straight for the bath. He was so intent on relaxing with a nice warm soak that he barely paused when Elrohir called his name.
“Elrohir, can this wait? I really need to unwind.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
As Erestor met Legolas’ gaze in passing he felt a jolt of electrical energy slice through him. Never had he felt such instant chemistry with another. Mentally shaking himself, he attributed the reaction to his current state of exhaustion and headed for the bath. When finally he emerged, he threw on some loose pants and joined the elves in the den.
Elladan chuckled. Leave it to Erestor to meet a prince with a bare chest and nipple rings. Legolas was either going to love him or hate him. “Erestor, this is Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. We have been close friends for centuries.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Prince Legolas.” Erestor poured himself a glass of wine and took his place on the rug. “I hope you are enjoying your stay.”
Legolas smiled. “I always do.”
He let his eyes roam appreciatively over Erestor’s form. His low slung pants revealed a hard body which was somewhat surprising considering his position. Elrohir had not been hard to read in his desire to pair him with Erestor. Until this moment he had been undecided. He was not usually attracted to scholars and academicians. However, this was obviously not your run of the mill councilor. He had pierced nipples of all things. He wondered if Elrond knew about his councilor’s enhancements. He would place a rather sizable wager that Glorfindel did.
Elladan asked, “Are you and Glorfindel finished?” He had kept up with the project, and hoped it was reaching a conclusion.
Sounding relieved, Erestor answered, “Thank the Valar yes. I have a few days of free time.”
Erestor stretched and rolled his shoulders in an effort to work out a kink that the warm bath had not quite alleviated. Legolas relinquished his position to sit behind him. He moved the thick hair over one shoulder and began massaging tired muscles. Erestor closed his eyes and relished the feeling of the prince’s touch.
“Ummm, nice hands.”
Legolas smiled. “So I’ve been told.”
“Just a bit harder”
Legolas grinned as he complied. “You need it hard? I can do that.”
“Mmmmm… Oh yes that is it.” Erestor sighed as the tension in his muscles melted away. “You are good.”
Legolas smirked. “So I’ve been told.”
Erestor smiled and leaned back, resting on Legolas’ chest.
Legolas brought his arms around Erestor’s body encircling him. As he did so, his hand almost absently brushed a nipple ring, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment.
Elladan was both impressed and surprised, but allowed neither to show. Legolas was moving much faster than had been anticipated. The touch had been far from accidental. Legolas had been measuring Erestor’s reactions with the massage and testing the waters with his touch. Rather than take offense, Erestor had simply enjoyed the sensations.
Legolas and Erestor were both sensual creatures by nature. It was almost as natural for them as breathing and just as automatic. Though they had only just met, their natures were showing. They were drawn to one another. The twins couldn’t have been happier.
As the night wore on, Erestor became so relaxed in Legolas’ arms that he almost nodded off. That is when he excused himself. He left for the kitchens with the intent of finding some strong tea. The tea would wake him up and there were probably sweet cakes or biscuits to settle his growing hunger.
Legolas watched him go. “He is sleeping with you?”
Elrohir answered, “Not in the same bed, more is the pity.”
Elladan looked at his brother with interest. “Torên, you should not have waited until tonight to make *that* little announcement.”
Smirking, Elrohir responded, “You are not very observant if you did not know till now. He is sex personified. Who wouldn’t want him?”
Legolas looked intrigued. “He is sleeping in the same room, but you have not had him? You are either incredibly strong willed, blind or impotent.” He laughed when Elladan blushed.
Elrohir answered, “In our defense, he does not take lovers lightly. A bit of entertainment in our bed would not appeal to him. We have had sex every night, but he has not been aroused or interested. It is almost insulting and definitely a blow to the ego.”
“The sight of your sex play has not even driven him to pleasure himself a little? Ouch. I can see how that might sting. I wonder what it would take to arouse such an elf.”
“Actually I wanted to talk to you about this.” Elladan cleared his throat before continuing. “It is true that the nights have not seen him aroused but this morning we kind of … forgot he was around. While we were having sex in the den, he was in the bath. When we moved it to the bed, he was still in there.”
“Our minds were on other things and we did not notice that the bathroom door was closed.” Elrohir did not look entirely pleased. He had not been ready to tell Legolas of this morning’s interaction. He had hoped the pair would get to know one another better before mentioning other possibilities. It seemed that Elladan had other ideas.
Elladan continued. “This morning, he did become aroused and he was none too happy when we discovered it.”
Legolas was intrigued. “How did you learn that he was hard in the bathroom when you were having sex in the bedroom? What did you do?”
“We decided to take a bath.”
Elrohir could not contain a satisfied smile. “I did offer to help him out. You know…a friend in need. I don’t think he believed me sincere.”
Blue eyes widened. “How did he react?”
Elrohir continued, “He became embarrassed, but I think it was more at the situation of being found like that rather than anything I said.”
Elladan volunteered, “We made the offer Legolas. He neither accepted nor refused. He left the door open.”
“He did not shy from your touch torên. He looked you in the eye and told you he was not going to be a mere afterthought.”
A speculative gleam lit in Legolas’ eyes. “You saw his reaction to touch.”
Elrohir smiled. “And I *have* wanted to touch. It is the nipple rings I think. Torên, you really should think about body piercing.”
The conversation was degenerating to the level of an adolescent elfling, but Elladan brought them back into the moment. “Legolas, he is a friend. Don’t treat him as your toy. He isn’t Lindir, not even close.”
Legolas replied, “I did not for a minute think he was, but he has an edge. I like that. You are certain that he would not be receptive to a bit of play? From what you have said and experienced earlier, I would think that he might. You certainly want it. Could it hurt to ask?”
The smile disappeared from Elladan’s face. “The difficulty is that for him it has to be more than sex. With us, there is a close friendship. Today I learned that perhaps there could be more. However, he has only just met you Legolas. If anyone can get past that it is you, but do *not* attempt to use him and toss him aside. He is sensitive to exploitation. With his looks and background, he has had to be. It will anger not only him, but us as well. Trust me; you do not want to see that side of his nature.”
Legolas swirled the wine in his glass as he answered. “Perhaps there could be more than sex. He is interesting on several levels. I want to get to know the elf. Don’t worry. I will respect whatever boundaries he sets.”
Elrohir’s demeanor became serious. “If you truly want to pursue this, remember that he is much younger than you. Only rarely do his insecurities surface, but they are there. Don’t let his façade fool you. He is a complex elf, and not deserving of rough or insensitive treatment. We would take it badly Legolas, especially from you.”
“Do not fear. You care for him deeply. I will respect that and consider your words. It sounds like he needs a protector and you have taken it on yourselves to fill that role. I wonder though if he doesn’t need more personal attention than you are able to provide. I believe that I will go to the kitchen and have some of that tea. Suddenly I find myself quite thirsty.”
“And the wine is not sufficient. Legolas…”
A more obviously false look Elrohir had never seen than the look of wide eyed innocence that appeared on Legolas’ face.
“What? I am thirsty.” Smiling, Legolas rose and left for the kitchens.
For all of his stern words, Elrohir was ecstatic that Legolas was interested in Erestor. He had done his duty by his young friend, so felt free to continue with his plans.
Elladan shrugged. “It was bound to happen. They won’t be returning any time soon. Let’s go to bed.”
“But I am not sleepy.”
Elladan purred, “Neither am I.”
Erestor was sipping tea at the kitchen table when Legolas arrived. “Not many elves would sneak into the kitchen barefooted, bare-chested and sporting nipple rings.”
“Not many elves are *awake*. Have you come to join me for tea? The company of the twins is not usually so easily supplanted.”
Legolas took a seat at the table. “Honestly, I would like a cup.”
Erestor fetched a cup and Legolas poured. “This helps get me through meetings with Lord Elrond.”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “He can not command your attention?”
Erestor gave an undignified snort. “Have you ever listened to him expound the latest theories about the propagation of molds growing on the northern side of the oaks in the southeastern corner of the valley as opposed to those growing in the northwest? I listened to four hours of that yesterday. This is Glorfindel’s special blend. He has relied on it for centuries.”
Not able to help himself, Legolas asked, “Speaking of Elrond, I have been curious. Does he know that his young councilor wears nipple rings?”
Very matter-of-factly Erestor answered, “I’ve no idea. It wouldn’t matter if he did.”
Smiling at the thought, Legolas replied, “Ada would appreciate it immensely. It would give him something to think about while his advisors drone on about the mysteries of administration.”
Erestor shrugged. “Elrond actually enjoys administrative work. I really don’t see the appeal myself.”
“Not many do.” Leaning forward slightly, Legolas asked, “Tell me, what are you planning to do with your time off?”
“Other than see about the progress of the new room, I’ve not made any special plans.” Although Erestor did not show it, Legolas’ interest pleased him.
“Good. Perhaps we can spend time together.”
“Perhaps we can.” Erestor looked amused. “What would you enjoy doing?”
The smile on Legolas’ face and the gleam in his eyes could not be misinterpreted. “I would enjoy doing a great many things with you.”
Erestor purred, “Would I enjoy doing them as well?”
“Yes, I believe you might. Shall we take a walk?”
“I do think we should.” It had been a while since Erestor had walked in the moonlight with an elf that interested him, and Legolas did interest him.
TBC…
Author: Sbyte
Beta: keiliss - Thank you soooo much!
(All remaining mistakes are my own)
Chapter 3/9
MPAA Rating: R (probably not totally necessary)
EOAS Rating: Orange to be safe (just a shade more than innuendo)
Summary: Erestor makes a new friend
Pairings this Chapter: Erestor/Legolas, Glorfindel/Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir
Disclaimer: This is all in fun, and definitely not my own. The elves and their world belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. The line ‘…hot seductive chocolate’ belongs to Sherrilyn. Kenyon. (It was too delicious to resist.)
Warning(s): This is AU. Tolkien is no doubt spinning in his grave at the thought of his elves involved in a foursome.
Note: This is not the movie version Legolas. If you have a thing for that type of characterization, you probably don’t want to read this. Don’t say that you weren’t warned.
Chapter Three
The twins were on hand to greet Legolas as he arrived in the courtyard. They always looked forward to his visits and this was no exception. They were not the only elves anxious for the arrival of the Mirkwood party. Several elves had gathered in anticipation of greeting friends and loved ones riding as escort.
Their arrival was met with much fanfare from those assembled in the courtyard. The atmosphere that greeted them was warm and casual. Greetings were exchanged; friendships renewed and loved ones reunited. It was amidst all of this joy that three elves entered the courtyard in route to a meeting. Welcoming smiles turned conspiratorial as the twins noted their friend’s reaction.
Although years had passed since Legolas had last visited the twins in Imladris, he barely registered that they were there. Instead, his eyes were riveted on the elf crossing the courtyard with Glorfindel and Elrond.
He wore his long black hair loose and flowing, just brushing the top of a butt so prime, it begged for a groping. From the elf’s slow, languorous moves, it was obvious that he would be incredible in bed. It was something Legolas knew intrinsically the moment he saw him and it rippled through his body like hot, seductive chocolate. Almost every elf in the courtyard save the Lord of Imladris and his seneschal had paused to watch him walk by. It was impossible not to. He was compelling and sexy in a way that few other elves were. Yet for all his sexual attraction, an aura surrounded him warning others to keep their hands to themselves.
Something about the dark elf made every hormone in Legolas’ body stand up and take notice. “Who is *that*?”
Elrohir chuckled. “His name is Erestor.”
“He is new here, isn’t he?” It was a rhetorical question, because Legolas knew for a certainty that the elf was a newcomer. He had to be.
Elladan answered, “He has been here for a few years. It has been a while since last you visited.”
“Is he one of the guards?” Legolas was all but certain this was the case. There was something about him that seemed untamed.
“No, he holds the title of councilor. He works primarily with Glorfindel and Adar assessing trouble spots, orc attacks, and the like. Then he looks for correlations and trends…that sort of thing. It is a fairly new position. Glorfindel needed someone to tie together all of the information. We have found it to be very useful in predicting future movement and in spotting weakness in our defenses along the borders. You will meet him later tonight.”
“Is he involved with someone?” A thoughtful expression had crossed Legolas’ face as he asked.
Elladan grinned. “No. None have yet managed to bring that fantasy to life, although several have tried. Glorfindel guards him zealously.”
“But you said that he is not involved. What of Glorfindel?”
“He has taken Erestor under his wing. It is almost as if he is the son Glorfindel will never have.”
Legolas smirked. “What a guardian! It will make most elves think twice. And if the thought of facing Glorfindel doesn’t give pause, the attitude he is exuding will. He does not want to be approached.”
Elrohir responded, “He is not unapproachable. We are good friends. But look around you. Most of the elves who drooled as he walked past are too intimidated to consider pursuing him.”
“Oh?”
Elrohir replied, “He has a temper and can back it up. When he says no he means it. There are those who learned that particular lesson the hard way.”
Legolas looked amused. “Does he intimidate you as well?”
Elladan smirked. “If circumstances were different, I would have approached him long ago. I live for danger.”
Elrohir shook his head. “Your title will get you nowhere with that one, Legolas. He is an audacious elf, not easily impressed.”
“Consider me warned.” Legolas could not help the smile that accompanied his words. “I find myself looking forward to meeting him.”
It was late in the evening before Glorfindel called a halt to their work. As Erestor’s tired form walked away, he spoke to Elrond. “He is young for this type of schedule Elrond. I worry for him.”
“He has the energy that you and I lost millennia ago.”
“Yes, but he also has the urges that we lost millennia ago. He is restless and not content with living a quiet life in a peaceful valley. He reminds me of a young Ecthelion. He is something of a wild child, just as Ecthelion once was.”
An eyebrow cocked and gray eyes sparkled. “I never thought to hear it, but you are starting to sound paternal my friend.”
“Sometimes I do feel more like an adar than friend.”
Elrond chuckled. “Erestor looked exhausted, but Legolas is here. The twins will be entertaining him in their rooms tonight. Our young friend is not going to get much sleep.”
Glorfindel smirked. “Now who sounds like his adar.”
“My friend, I am allowed. I *am* an adar and have had much practice at worrying about brash young ellons.”
Glorfindel’s arms circled Elrond’s waist. “Erestor is not the only elf in the valley that will not sleep much this night.”
“No, he certainly is not.”
Erestor was tired. He had spent much of the day toiling over maps. When he entered the twins’ quarters, he headed straight for the bath. He was so intent on relaxing with a nice warm soak that he barely paused when Elrohir called his name.
“Elrohir, can this wait? I really need to unwind.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
As Erestor met Legolas’ gaze in passing he felt a jolt of electrical energy slice through him. Never had he felt such instant chemistry with another. Mentally shaking himself, he attributed the reaction to his current state of exhaustion and headed for the bath. When finally he emerged, he threw on some loose pants and joined the elves in the den.
Elladan chuckled. Leave it to Erestor to meet a prince with a bare chest and nipple rings. Legolas was either going to love him or hate him. “Erestor, this is Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. We have been close friends for centuries.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Prince Legolas.” Erestor poured himself a glass of wine and took his place on the rug. “I hope you are enjoying your stay.”
Legolas smiled. “I always do.”
He let his eyes roam appreciatively over Erestor’s form. His low slung pants revealed a hard body which was somewhat surprising considering his position. Elrohir had not been hard to read in his desire to pair him with Erestor. Until this moment he had been undecided. He was not usually attracted to scholars and academicians. However, this was obviously not your run of the mill councilor. He had pierced nipples of all things. He wondered if Elrond knew about his councilor’s enhancements. He would place a rather sizable wager that Glorfindel did.
Elladan asked, “Are you and Glorfindel finished?” He had kept up with the project, and hoped it was reaching a conclusion.
Sounding relieved, Erestor answered, “Thank the Valar yes. I have a few days of free time.”
Erestor stretched and rolled his shoulders in an effort to work out a kink that the warm bath had not quite alleviated. Legolas relinquished his position to sit behind him. He moved the thick hair over one shoulder and began massaging tired muscles. Erestor closed his eyes and relished the feeling of the prince’s touch.
“Ummm, nice hands.”
Legolas smiled. “So I’ve been told.”
“Just a bit harder”
Legolas grinned as he complied. “You need it hard? I can do that.”
“Mmmmm… Oh yes that is it.” Erestor sighed as the tension in his muscles melted away. “You are good.”
Legolas smirked. “So I’ve been told.”
Erestor smiled and leaned back, resting on Legolas’ chest.
Legolas brought his arms around Erestor’s body encircling him. As he did so, his hand almost absently brushed a nipple ring, eliciting a soft sigh of contentment.
Elladan was both impressed and surprised, but allowed neither to show. Legolas was moving much faster than had been anticipated. The touch had been far from accidental. Legolas had been measuring Erestor’s reactions with the massage and testing the waters with his touch. Rather than take offense, Erestor had simply enjoyed the sensations.
Legolas and Erestor were both sensual creatures by nature. It was almost as natural for them as breathing and just as automatic. Though they had only just met, their natures were showing. They were drawn to one another. The twins couldn’t have been happier.
As the night wore on, Erestor became so relaxed in Legolas’ arms that he almost nodded off. That is when he excused himself. He left for the kitchens with the intent of finding some strong tea. The tea would wake him up and there were probably sweet cakes or biscuits to settle his growing hunger.
Legolas watched him go. “He is sleeping with you?”
Elrohir answered, “Not in the same bed, more is the pity.”
Elladan looked at his brother with interest. “Torên, you should not have waited until tonight to make *that* little announcement.”
Smirking, Elrohir responded, “You are not very observant if you did not know till now. He is sex personified. Who wouldn’t want him?”
Legolas looked intrigued. “He is sleeping in the same room, but you have not had him? You are either incredibly strong willed, blind or impotent.” He laughed when Elladan blushed.
Elrohir answered, “In our defense, he does not take lovers lightly. A bit of entertainment in our bed would not appeal to him. We have had sex every night, but he has not been aroused or interested. It is almost insulting and definitely a blow to the ego.”
“The sight of your sex play has not even driven him to pleasure himself a little? Ouch. I can see how that might sting. I wonder what it would take to arouse such an elf.”
“Actually I wanted to talk to you about this.” Elladan cleared his throat before continuing. “It is true that the nights have not seen him aroused but this morning we kind of … forgot he was around. While we were having sex in the den, he was in the bath. When we moved it to the bed, he was still in there.”
“Our minds were on other things and we did not notice that the bathroom door was closed.” Elrohir did not look entirely pleased. He had not been ready to tell Legolas of this morning’s interaction. He had hoped the pair would get to know one another better before mentioning other possibilities. It seemed that Elladan had other ideas.
Elladan continued. “This morning, he did become aroused and he was none too happy when we discovered it.”
Legolas was intrigued. “How did you learn that he was hard in the bathroom when you were having sex in the bedroom? What did you do?”
“We decided to take a bath.”
Elrohir could not contain a satisfied smile. “I did offer to help him out. You know…a friend in need. I don’t think he believed me sincere.”
Blue eyes widened. “How did he react?”
Elrohir continued, “He became embarrassed, but I think it was more at the situation of being found like that rather than anything I said.”
Elladan volunteered, “We made the offer Legolas. He neither accepted nor refused. He left the door open.”
“He did not shy from your touch torên. He looked you in the eye and told you he was not going to be a mere afterthought.”
A speculative gleam lit in Legolas’ eyes. “You saw his reaction to touch.”
Elrohir smiled. “And I *have* wanted to touch. It is the nipple rings I think. Torên, you really should think about body piercing.”
The conversation was degenerating to the level of an adolescent elfling, but Elladan brought them back into the moment. “Legolas, he is a friend. Don’t treat him as your toy. He isn’t Lindir, not even close.”
Legolas replied, “I did not for a minute think he was, but he has an edge. I like that. You are certain that he would not be receptive to a bit of play? From what you have said and experienced earlier, I would think that he might. You certainly want it. Could it hurt to ask?”
The smile disappeared from Elladan’s face. “The difficulty is that for him it has to be more than sex. With us, there is a close friendship. Today I learned that perhaps there could be more. However, he has only just met you Legolas. If anyone can get past that it is you, but do *not* attempt to use him and toss him aside. He is sensitive to exploitation. With his looks and background, he has had to be. It will anger not only him, but us as well. Trust me; you do not want to see that side of his nature.”
Legolas swirled the wine in his glass as he answered. “Perhaps there could be more than sex. He is interesting on several levels. I want to get to know the elf. Don’t worry. I will respect whatever boundaries he sets.”
Elrohir’s demeanor became serious. “If you truly want to pursue this, remember that he is much younger than you. Only rarely do his insecurities surface, but they are there. Don’t let his façade fool you. He is a complex elf, and not deserving of rough or insensitive treatment. We would take it badly Legolas, especially from you.”
“Do not fear. You care for him deeply. I will respect that and consider your words. It sounds like he needs a protector and you have taken it on yourselves to fill that role. I wonder though if he doesn’t need more personal attention than you are able to provide. I believe that I will go to the kitchen and have some of that tea. Suddenly I find myself quite thirsty.”
“And the wine is not sufficient. Legolas…”
A more obviously false look Elrohir had never seen than the look of wide eyed innocence that appeared on Legolas’ face.
“What? I am thirsty.” Smiling, Legolas rose and left for the kitchens.
For all of his stern words, Elrohir was ecstatic that Legolas was interested in Erestor. He had done his duty by his young friend, so felt free to continue with his plans.
Elladan shrugged. “It was bound to happen. They won’t be returning any time soon. Let’s go to bed.”
“But I am not sleepy.”
Elladan purred, “Neither am I.”
Erestor was sipping tea at the kitchen table when Legolas arrived. “Not many elves would sneak into the kitchen barefooted, bare-chested and sporting nipple rings.”
“Not many elves are *awake*. Have you come to join me for tea? The company of the twins is not usually so easily supplanted.”
Legolas took a seat at the table. “Honestly, I would like a cup.”
Erestor fetched a cup and Legolas poured. “This helps get me through meetings with Lord Elrond.”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “He can not command your attention?”
Erestor gave an undignified snort. “Have you ever listened to him expound the latest theories about the propagation of molds growing on the northern side of the oaks in the southeastern corner of the valley as opposed to those growing in the northwest? I listened to four hours of that yesterday. This is Glorfindel’s special blend. He has relied on it for centuries.”
Not able to help himself, Legolas asked, “Speaking of Elrond, I have been curious. Does he know that his young councilor wears nipple rings?”
Very matter-of-factly Erestor answered, “I’ve no idea. It wouldn’t matter if he did.”
Smiling at the thought, Legolas replied, “Ada would appreciate it immensely. It would give him something to think about while his advisors drone on about the mysteries of administration.”
Erestor shrugged. “Elrond actually enjoys administrative work. I really don’t see the appeal myself.”
“Not many do.” Leaning forward slightly, Legolas asked, “Tell me, what are you planning to do with your time off?”
“Other than see about the progress of the new room, I’ve not made any special plans.” Although Erestor did not show it, Legolas’ interest pleased him.
“Good. Perhaps we can spend time together.”
“Perhaps we can.” Erestor looked amused. “What would you enjoy doing?”
The smile on Legolas’ face and the gleam in his eyes could not be misinterpreted. “I would enjoy doing a great many things with you.”
Erestor purred, “Would I enjoy doing them as well?”
“Yes, I believe you might. Shall we take a walk?”
“I do think we should.” It had been a while since Erestor had walked in the moonlight with an elf that interested him, and Legolas did interest him.
TBC…
