A Question of Numbers 5/9
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sbyteTitle: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: keiliss – Thanks sweetie…Legolas owes you for this one
(All remaining mistakes are my own)
Chapter 5/9
MPAA Rating: PG-13
EOAS Rating: Yellow (discussions)
Summary: Unexpected discoveries made and an unusual agreement reached
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Elrohir/Legolas mentioned, Elrohir/Elladan/Legolas implied
Disclaimer: This is all in fun, and definitely not my own. The elves and their world belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Warning: 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 of Legolas. If you have a thing for that characterization, you need not read this.
Chapter Five
The day had finally arrived when Erestor could move into his new quarters. Although sorry his time with the twins would be lessened, perhaps significantly, he was thrilled to finally have a room to call his own.
Erestor’s new quarters were spacious and open. Silks, dark woods, and leather added a rich, masculine feel to the room. The bath was set on a raised platform. It was crafted of stone and more closely resembled a small pool than a tub for a solitary elf. The bed was huge as befitted the large, open expanse it inhabited. Overstuffed chairs and a divan were arranged so as to create a cozy seating area before the fireplace. A lavish assortment of pillows were liberally scattered throughout the room. Double doors lead out onto a balcony that overlooked an idyllic forest setting. The entire effect was one of sensual comforts.
With help from Legolas and the twins, the move did not take long at all. Once complete, a chamber warming was declared to be absolutely mandatory. Never one to pass up a good excuse for a party, Erestor readily agreed. A private party was planned for that very night. The twins arrived in high spirits, bringing both wine and the Mirkwood prince. After briefly exploring and admiring the room, the little group settled on the rug in front of the fire, drinking, talking, and enjoying one another’s company.
The kiss had been unexpected. Legolas and Elrohir were simply talking. The prince had smiled and instigated a slow, lazy kiss to which Elrohir responded. It was obvious that their relationship was closer than that which friendship normally affords. Erestor rose and walked out onto the balcony. Elladan watched his departure and followed him outside.
“Erestor, we have been close to Legolas for centuries. If it makes you uncomfortable…”
Erestor was looking out through the darkness. Uncomfortable, he thought, was *not* the word he would use.
“No, it does not make me uncomfortable.”
Despite his denial it was obvious to Elladan that Erestor had not enjoyed the sight of the elf he loved kissing another. This had not been handled well. Why Legolas had assumed that he could just spring this on Erestor was beyond him. It was both foolish and cruel.
“It was just a kiss.”
“Do you think me dim, Elladan?”
Taken aback by the challenge in Erestor’s voice, Elladan answered, “No, of course not.”
Erestor whirled around, his eyes giving Elladan a taste of the anger radiating just beneath the surface. “All three of you are older, more sophisticated and worldly than I, but that should not tempt you to play me for a fool. I know well the difference between friendship, love and lust. Pursue whatever relationship you like with Legolas, I care not. But having that relationship thrust in my face without warning was not appreciated.”
“Elladan, is there a problem?” Legolas looked from Elladan to Erestor. “Go talk to your brother. I fear that I left him rather abruptly.”
“I don’t…”
“Go Elladan.” The authority in Legolas’ voice brooked neither comment nor argument.
Elladan looked from Legolas to Erestor, before taking his leave. He was not altogether sure that leaving them alone together was a wise move. Erestor was not a happy elf, probably feeling betrayed and hurt. Legolas had handled this poorly. Elladan took one last look and went inside.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We were busy falling in love. What would you have had me say?” Legolas leaned against the banister. “You slept across the room from the twins for days. They made love only feet from the bed in which you lay. Night after night you saw them, listened to them. You admitted that you had fantasized about them. Yet one kiss sends you from the room. Why is that?”
Erestor was not prepared to tell Legolas that it had both taken him by surprise and hurt. Instead he answered with a half truth. “Voyeurism does nothing for me and watching that kiss felt entirely too voyeuristic.”
In response to that pronouncement, Legolas’ entire demeanor changed. “I see,” he said, walking towards Erestor. “You prefer to take an active part in life rather than watching while others live it.” He moved behind Erestor and whispered in his ear. “You should have joined us.”
Erestor stepped sharply away, but Legolas grabbed his arm and swung him around. Erestor’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Take care, Legolas.”
“I intend to.”
Legolas crushed Erestor to his body, kissing him deeply with an intensity both bruising and demanding. Erestor was not a submissive elf and did not respond as one. The kiss became a brutal dance of tongues, neither elf willing to yield unto the other.
The kiss was finally broken, leaving both elves slightly breathless. Legolas stood back and looked into Erestor’s defiant gaze. They stared at one another for what seemed long moments, although it was merely a few frozen seconds. Legolas then walked over to the doors and slammed them shut.
Erestor did not lose control often, but when he was around Legolas it was difficult to hold on to even a shred. This was the elf against which he had no defense. This was the elf who would master his desires. At this moment, the thought was not comforting.
Legolas saw the look of uncertainty in Erestor’s eyes. He returned to face him. Running an elegant finger down Erestor’s jaw, he said, “Are you frightened young one?”
Erestor’s eyes flared briefly at being referred to in such a manner. Legolas smiled. “You didn’t like that, did you? There is no shame in it. You are centuries younger than I, less experienced in life.”
Erestor’s laugh was bitter. He had heard the gossip about Legolas, but those stories had not seemed to match the elf he had come to know and love. But now he was getting the treatment so many others had been handed. He was not impressed, nor was he inclined to be a door mat for the Prince of Mirkwood.
“Do not take that attitude with me. I have a name. Use it! As for life experience, it is certainly true that you must have seen and done a great many things that I have not. But I have experienced the darker side of life, and have seen and done things about which you know nothing. I could tell you what it means to be truly and utterly alone, without anyone to care if you lived or died. I could describe the exquisite hunger pangs of starvation. You have never been forced to do the things I have done just to earn room and board. No, Prince. I am not as old as you, nor as worldly. When you speak of experience though, you and I come from two separate worlds. You have no idea what my life has been like, so do not think to speak to me as if to an elfling at your knee.
Legolas cocked an elegant brow and replied “Oh I have no doubt that my life is considerably easier than yours has ever been. You are angry and it is not because I failed to use your name or commented on your youth. It is my relationship with the twins that has upset you. Over the centuries that relationship has become very special to me, but I will end it if this is something that you can not accept. I do love you Erestor."
Erestor looked away. “Why did no one think to inform me that you are lovers? Did it simply slip your mind? Maybe you thought me too *young* to understand? Did you even care what I thought?” Then in a soft voice that was almost a whisper he finished, “You have hurt me Legolas.”
“I would never purposely hurt you Erestor, but please don’t force me to choose between you and the twins.”
Erestor lowered his eyes so the pain those words had caused would not show. Legolas didn’t have to see it in his eyes though. He knew. “This does not have to be an either or choice. There is no reason for you to feel excluded.” He touched Erestor’s cheek before adding, “That still leaves us with the unanswered question that you so skillfully dodged. Are you afraid, young one?”
Erestor bit his lip. “Why would I fear you?”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “You tell me. Why do you?”
“I do not! “ Somewhere in the back of Erestor’s mind a voice said ‘Yes you do. He is going to rock your world and it is scaring you to the core.’ Erestor turned away, closed his eyes and sighed heavily. In a soft voice, he asked, “What is happening?”
Legolas tilted his head and smiled fondly. “Our spirits are strongly drawn to one another. On some level we may even be bonding, but I don’t know how that is possible unless it be through the will of the Valar. Perhaps it is recognition of souls who knew one another in a previous life, perhaps not.”
Erestor asked, “Where does that leave us?”
Legolas turned Erestor around. They looked at one another, trying to read in the other what neither was inclined to speak.
“I am not good at compromise Erestor, but we have to work this out. Are you willing to at least try?” Saying that he wasn’t good at compromise was an understatement. Although he loved Erestor, he also loved the twins and did not want to sacrifice either.
Erestor was versed in the give and take of negotiations. He could compromise if the end result was happiness with the elf he loved. “I can go half way. What do you propose?”
“I will agree to only come to the twins’ bed when you are at my side. In return, I would ask that you at least give this a chance.” Legolas flexed his fists and bit the inside of his mouth.
“The four of us?” This was not something that Erestor had *ever* fantasized about…three yes, but four? There was no way on Arda that an elf had ever tried to negotiate a foursome. There just was no way. Four!
“Yes. It is a good solution.” Legolas was really excited about the prospect. He had wanted the foursome anyway. If Erestor would just agree, he would have what he wanted and Erestor would have the reassurance that he seemed to need. It was perfect.
“If I try this but find that I just can’t do it, what then?”
Sighing Legolas answered, “Then four will become two. All that I ask is that you try.”
There was no immediate decision forthcoming. Instead Erestor forced himself to honestly consider whether or not he was willing to do this thing. He had fantasized about the twins and what being their lover might be like, but that was before Legolas came into his life. The sticking point was the possessiveness he felt for the elf. He also wondered if Legolas lacked similar feelings for him. How else would the prince be able to ask that he enter the bed of another elf?
With a mighty sigh Erestor said, “I will try.”
The kiss that followed was nothing like any that had gone before. This was an exploration of the senses. The outside world ceased to exist as both elves surrendered to the moment.
Inside, Elladan and Elrohir had become worried. More than enough time had passed, yet still Legolas and Erestor did not return. Finally Elladan decided they had waited long enough. Elrohir looked on while Elladan quietly cracked the door and peered out. When he drew back, his face wore a lopsided grin. With one hand he signaled Elrohir to come near. Slowly he opened the door to reveal his two best friends locked in a slow kiss. Elrohir smiled and whispered, “It looks like they have worked things out.”
Legolas noted their presence, but did not acknowledge it. When they retreated, he broke the kiss. “The twins are growing impatient.”
Erestor pursed his lips and asked, “Do you wish to return to them?”
Surprising Erestor, Legolas replied, “Yes, I do.”
Erestor pulled back. “Then by all means, go to them.”
Legolas held out his hand, “Come.”
Erestor just looked at him for a moment. All confidence and determination had melted away. He was nervous but he would be damned before he allowed Legolas to see it. “I think that I will remain a bit longer. You go on ahead.”
“No, I think not. Why do you not wish to return?”
Erestor looked away. “I just need a moment.” In point of fact, Erestor was pretty sure that he needed several very long moments. Allowing three elves to… It was an intimidating prospect to say the least!
Legolas leaned against the banister. “Fine, take your time. I can wait.”
“Damn it, Legolas.” Quickly turning away, Erestor fought for control. He was not an emotional elf, yet as the moment of truth approached what he wanted, of all things, was a hug.
“Look at me Erestor.”
Erestor refused.
“Look at me, little one.”
Feeling like a petulant child, Erestor moved a few steps away.
Legolas sighed before walking over to Erestor and turning him around. Seeing the barely contained emotions, he drew Erestor forward and held him close. Speaking softly he asked, “Are you frightened Erestor?”
“I am nervous. You are asking me to have sex with three ellons. It is a daunting prospect Legolas. Technically I guess four is possible, but in practical terms I am not sure how it is going to work. Is this going to be two couples or will it be all four of us?”
“You know that we won’t hurt you, do you not?” Legolas stroked Erestor’s hair in order to calm him.
Erestor looked at Legolas with large eyes. He was out of his element and knew it. “Of course I do. It is just…. I don’t know if I can do this. It is so strange to be saying this at my age but I don’t know what to do or how to do it…at least not with four elves I don’t. Three I can understand. It is that fourth elf that I can’t seem to figure out.”
Legolas could practically see Erestor’s mind working, trying to figure out what went where and with whom. He didn’t so much as crack a grin, but it was not easy.
“You can do this. We will guide you.”
Erestor gulped. The situation he found himself in had spiraled out of his control. Three other elves…how did things like this happen to him? He had actually agreed to do this. What did one say to three other elves when having sex … together … at the same time?
“Please tell me plainly what it is that you desire from me. Don’t give me a half answer and expect me to guess at its full meaning. There is just no way that is going to happen, not when there are four bodies involved instead of two or even three.”
In a sultry voice Legolas replied, “I desire to know your body.”
Erestor gulped again.
“I desire to watch as Elladan takes you, as he makes you scream out his name.”
A big gulp followed that statement.
“I desire to watch as Elrohir’s gentle touch makes you moan with desire, as he slowly takes you into his arms, as he enters you.”
Erestor’s eyes were wide and he felt every bit the young elf that Legolas insisted on calling him.
Speaking softly, Legolas reassured the younger elf. “We will not do anything you do not wish. If you try, and find you can not do this, say so and it will all stop.
Erestor continued to look at Legolas with wide eyes. These were his friends, and he should feel comfortable with them. Instead he felt like an elfling afraid of the dark. What had he gotten himself into?
“Erestor, you are frightening yourself. Come inside!”
TBC…
Author: Sbyte
Beta: keiliss – Thanks sweetie…Legolas owes you for this one
(All remaining mistakes are my own)
Chapter 5/9
MPAA Rating: PG-13
EOAS Rating: Yellow (discussions)
Summary: Unexpected discoveries made and an unusual agreement reached
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Elrohir/Legolas mentioned, Elrohir/Elladan/Legolas implied
Disclaimer: This is all in fun, and definitely not my own. The elves and their world belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Warning: 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 of Legolas. If you have a thing for that characterization, you need not read this.
Chapter Five
The day had finally arrived when Erestor could move into his new quarters. Although sorry his time with the twins would be lessened, perhaps significantly, he was thrilled to finally have a room to call his own.
Erestor’s new quarters were spacious and open. Silks, dark woods, and leather added a rich, masculine feel to the room. The bath was set on a raised platform. It was crafted of stone and more closely resembled a small pool than a tub for a solitary elf. The bed was huge as befitted the large, open expanse it inhabited. Overstuffed chairs and a divan were arranged so as to create a cozy seating area before the fireplace. A lavish assortment of pillows were liberally scattered throughout the room. Double doors lead out onto a balcony that overlooked an idyllic forest setting. The entire effect was one of sensual comforts.
With help from Legolas and the twins, the move did not take long at all. Once complete, a chamber warming was declared to be absolutely mandatory. Never one to pass up a good excuse for a party, Erestor readily agreed. A private party was planned for that very night. The twins arrived in high spirits, bringing both wine and the Mirkwood prince. After briefly exploring and admiring the room, the little group settled on the rug in front of the fire, drinking, talking, and enjoying one another’s company.
The kiss had been unexpected. Legolas and Elrohir were simply talking. The prince had smiled and instigated a slow, lazy kiss to which Elrohir responded. It was obvious that their relationship was closer than that which friendship normally affords. Erestor rose and walked out onto the balcony. Elladan watched his departure and followed him outside.
“Erestor, we have been close to Legolas for centuries. If it makes you uncomfortable…”
Erestor was looking out through the darkness. Uncomfortable, he thought, was *not* the word he would use.
“No, it does not make me uncomfortable.”
Despite his denial it was obvious to Elladan that Erestor had not enjoyed the sight of the elf he loved kissing another. This had not been handled well. Why Legolas had assumed that he could just spring this on Erestor was beyond him. It was both foolish and cruel.
“It was just a kiss.”
“Do you think me dim, Elladan?”
Taken aback by the challenge in Erestor’s voice, Elladan answered, “No, of course not.”
Erestor whirled around, his eyes giving Elladan a taste of the anger radiating just beneath the surface. “All three of you are older, more sophisticated and worldly than I, but that should not tempt you to play me for a fool. I know well the difference between friendship, love and lust. Pursue whatever relationship you like with Legolas, I care not. But having that relationship thrust in my face without warning was not appreciated.”
“Elladan, is there a problem?” Legolas looked from Elladan to Erestor. “Go talk to your brother. I fear that I left him rather abruptly.”
“I don’t…”
“Go Elladan.” The authority in Legolas’ voice brooked neither comment nor argument.
Elladan looked from Legolas to Erestor, before taking his leave. He was not altogether sure that leaving them alone together was a wise move. Erestor was not a happy elf, probably feeling betrayed and hurt. Legolas had handled this poorly. Elladan took one last look and went inside.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We were busy falling in love. What would you have had me say?” Legolas leaned against the banister. “You slept across the room from the twins for days. They made love only feet from the bed in which you lay. Night after night you saw them, listened to them. You admitted that you had fantasized about them. Yet one kiss sends you from the room. Why is that?”
Erestor was not prepared to tell Legolas that it had both taken him by surprise and hurt. Instead he answered with a half truth. “Voyeurism does nothing for me and watching that kiss felt entirely too voyeuristic.”
In response to that pronouncement, Legolas’ entire demeanor changed. “I see,” he said, walking towards Erestor. “You prefer to take an active part in life rather than watching while others live it.” He moved behind Erestor and whispered in his ear. “You should have joined us.”
Erestor stepped sharply away, but Legolas grabbed his arm and swung him around. Erestor’s eyes glittered dangerously. “Take care, Legolas.”
“I intend to.”
Legolas crushed Erestor to his body, kissing him deeply with an intensity both bruising and demanding. Erestor was not a submissive elf and did not respond as one. The kiss became a brutal dance of tongues, neither elf willing to yield unto the other.
The kiss was finally broken, leaving both elves slightly breathless. Legolas stood back and looked into Erestor’s defiant gaze. They stared at one another for what seemed long moments, although it was merely a few frozen seconds. Legolas then walked over to the doors and slammed them shut.
Erestor did not lose control often, but when he was around Legolas it was difficult to hold on to even a shred. This was the elf against which he had no defense. This was the elf who would master his desires. At this moment, the thought was not comforting.
Legolas saw the look of uncertainty in Erestor’s eyes. He returned to face him. Running an elegant finger down Erestor’s jaw, he said, “Are you frightened young one?”
Erestor’s eyes flared briefly at being referred to in such a manner. Legolas smiled. “You didn’t like that, did you? There is no shame in it. You are centuries younger than I, less experienced in life.”
Erestor’s laugh was bitter. He had heard the gossip about Legolas, but those stories had not seemed to match the elf he had come to know and love. But now he was getting the treatment so many others had been handed. He was not impressed, nor was he inclined to be a door mat for the Prince of Mirkwood.
“Do not take that attitude with me. I have a name. Use it! As for life experience, it is certainly true that you must have seen and done a great many things that I have not. But I have experienced the darker side of life, and have seen and done things about which you know nothing. I could tell you what it means to be truly and utterly alone, without anyone to care if you lived or died. I could describe the exquisite hunger pangs of starvation. You have never been forced to do the things I have done just to earn room and board. No, Prince. I am not as old as you, nor as worldly. When you speak of experience though, you and I come from two separate worlds. You have no idea what my life has been like, so do not think to speak to me as if to an elfling at your knee.
Legolas cocked an elegant brow and replied “Oh I have no doubt that my life is considerably easier than yours has ever been. You are angry and it is not because I failed to use your name or commented on your youth. It is my relationship with the twins that has upset you. Over the centuries that relationship has become very special to me, but I will end it if this is something that you can not accept. I do love you Erestor."
Erestor looked away. “Why did no one think to inform me that you are lovers? Did it simply slip your mind? Maybe you thought me too *young* to understand? Did you even care what I thought?” Then in a soft voice that was almost a whisper he finished, “You have hurt me Legolas.”
“I would never purposely hurt you Erestor, but please don’t force me to choose between you and the twins.”
Erestor lowered his eyes so the pain those words had caused would not show. Legolas didn’t have to see it in his eyes though. He knew. “This does not have to be an either or choice. There is no reason for you to feel excluded.” He touched Erestor’s cheek before adding, “That still leaves us with the unanswered question that you so skillfully dodged. Are you afraid, young one?”
Erestor bit his lip. “Why would I fear you?”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “You tell me. Why do you?”
“I do not! “ Somewhere in the back of Erestor’s mind a voice said ‘Yes you do. He is going to rock your world and it is scaring you to the core.’ Erestor turned away, closed his eyes and sighed heavily. In a soft voice, he asked, “What is happening?”
Legolas tilted his head and smiled fondly. “Our spirits are strongly drawn to one another. On some level we may even be bonding, but I don’t know how that is possible unless it be through the will of the Valar. Perhaps it is recognition of souls who knew one another in a previous life, perhaps not.”
Erestor asked, “Where does that leave us?”
Legolas turned Erestor around. They looked at one another, trying to read in the other what neither was inclined to speak.
“I am not good at compromise Erestor, but we have to work this out. Are you willing to at least try?” Saying that he wasn’t good at compromise was an understatement. Although he loved Erestor, he also loved the twins and did not want to sacrifice either.
Erestor was versed in the give and take of negotiations. He could compromise if the end result was happiness with the elf he loved. “I can go half way. What do you propose?”
“I will agree to only come to the twins’ bed when you are at my side. In return, I would ask that you at least give this a chance.” Legolas flexed his fists and bit the inside of his mouth.
“The four of us?” This was not something that Erestor had *ever* fantasized about…three yes, but four? There was no way on Arda that an elf had ever tried to negotiate a foursome. There just was no way. Four!
“Yes. It is a good solution.” Legolas was really excited about the prospect. He had wanted the foursome anyway. If Erestor would just agree, he would have what he wanted and Erestor would have the reassurance that he seemed to need. It was perfect.
“If I try this but find that I just can’t do it, what then?”
Sighing Legolas answered, “Then four will become two. All that I ask is that you try.”
There was no immediate decision forthcoming. Instead Erestor forced himself to honestly consider whether or not he was willing to do this thing. He had fantasized about the twins and what being their lover might be like, but that was before Legolas came into his life. The sticking point was the possessiveness he felt for the elf. He also wondered if Legolas lacked similar feelings for him. How else would the prince be able to ask that he enter the bed of another elf?
With a mighty sigh Erestor said, “I will try.”
The kiss that followed was nothing like any that had gone before. This was an exploration of the senses. The outside world ceased to exist as both elves surrendered to the moment.
Inside, Elladan and Elrohir had become worried. More than enough time had passed, yet still Legolas and Erestor did not return. Finally Elladan decided they had waited long enough. Elrohir looked on while Elladan quietly cracked the door and peered out. When he drew back, his face wore a lopsided grin. With one hand he signaled Elrohir to come near. Slowly he opened the door to reveal his two best friends locked in a slow kiss. Elrohir smiled and whispered, “It looks like they have worked things out.”
Legolas noted their presence, but did not acknowledge it. When they retreated, he broke the kiss. “The twins are growing impatient.”
Erestor pursed his lips and asked, “Do you wish to return to them?”
Surprising Erestor, Legolas replied, “Yes, I do.”
Erestor pulled back. “Then by all means, go to them.”
Legolas held out his hand, “Come.”
Erestor just looked at him for a moment. All confidence and determination had melted away. He was nervous but he would be damned before he allowed Legolas to see it. “I think that I will remain a bit longer. You go on ahead.”
“No, I think not. Why do you not wish to return?”
Erestor looked away. “I just need a moment.” In point of fact, Erestor was pretty sure that he needed several very long moments. Allowing three elves to… It was an intimidating prospect to say the least!
Legolas leaned against the banister. “Fine, take your time. I can wait.”
“Damn it, Legolas.” Quickly turning away, Erestor fought for control. He was not an emotional elf, yet as the moment of truth approached what he wanted, of all things, was a hug.
“Look at me Erestor.”
Erestor refused.
“Look at me, little one.”
Feeling like a petulant child, Erestor moved a few steps away.
Legolas sighed before walking over to Erestor and turning him around. Seeing the barely contained emotions, he drew Erestor forward and held him close. Speaking softly he asked, “Are you frightened Erestor?”
“I am nervous. You are asking me to have sex with three ellons. It is a daunting prospect Legolas. Technically I guess four is possible, but in practical terms I am not sure how it is going to work. Is this going to be two couples or will it be all four of us?”
“You know that we won’t hurt you, do you not?” Legolas stroked Erestor’s hair in order to calm him.
Erestor looked at Legolas with large eyes. He was out of his element and knew it. “Of course I do. It is just…. I don’t know if I can do this. It is so strange to be saying this at my age but I don’t know what to do or how to do it…at least not with four elves I don’t. Three I can understand. It is that fourth elf that I can’t seem to figure out.”
Legolas could practically see Erestor’s mind working, trying to figure out what went where and with whom. He didn’t so much as crack a grin, but it was not easy.
“You can do this. We will guide you.”
Erestor gulped. The situation he found himself in had spiraled out of his control. Three other elves…how did things like this happen to him? He had actually agreed to do this. What did one say to three other elves when having sex … together … at the same time?
“Please tell me plainly what it is that you desire from me. Don’t give me a half answer and expect me to guess at its full meaning. There is just no way that is going to happen, not when there are four bodies involved instead of two or even three.”
In a sultry voice Legolas replied, “I desire to know your body.”
Erestor gulped again.
“I desire to watch as Elladan takes you, as he makes you scream out his name.”
A big gulp followed that statement.
“I desire to watch as Elrohir’s gentle touch makes you moan with desire, as he slowly takes you into his arms, as he enters you.”
Erestor’s eyes were wide and he felt every bit the young elf that Legolas insisted on calling him.
Speaking softly, Legolas reassured the younger elf. “We will not do anything you do not wish. If you try, and find you can not do this, say so and it will all stop.
Erestor continued to look at Legolas with wide eyes. These were his friends, and he should feel comfortable with them. Instead he felt like an elfling afraid of the dark. What had he gotten himself into?
“Erestor, you are frightening yourself. Come inside!”
TBC…
