A Question of Numbers 7/9
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sbyteTitle: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss (Thanks soooo much for helping rid this of gray matter!)
Chapter 7/9
MPAA Rating: NC-17
EOAS Rating: Red (explicit acts)
Summary: Everyone gets happy but Erestor is sore.
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Erestor/Elladan, Erestor/ Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir, Legolas/Elrohir, Erestor/Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir
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. Just remember when reading of four way sex that elves can do anything. Fim and Keiliss will back me up on this.
Note: This is not the movie version of Legolas. If you have a thing for that characterization, you need not read this. He isn’t here. Can you really picture him in a foursome anyway? Never mind. Don’t answer that.
Chapter 7
Legolas woke first. He slid away from Elladan and began gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. He dressed, ran a comb through his hair and left for his guest quarters. He wanted to look good today, and all of his clothes were there.
Erestor woke between the twins. He had once had a dream like this. They were much larger in real life than in the dream. Until they woke, he was not going anywhere, not that he was in any hurry. Instead he relived the night’s events and wondered what the coming night would bring. After all, last night was his. Tonight promised something far different. This brought him back to the question of numbers. He still could not put his finger on just where that fourth elf was supposed to go. He knew that technically there were ways in which it could be done, but surely not. He just could not picture any of them working in practice.
He was musing on the workability of four when Elrohir stretched, rolled onto his stomach and moaned. Elladan flexed at about that time and fell onto his back. Erestor took this as his cue and crawled out from between the two and off the foot of the bed. The first thing he did after relieving himself was to look in the mirror at the marks on his neck. There was no way on Arda that he was going to be able to cover them. Then, recalling Elrohir’s little gift, he lifted his hair and saw the angry bruise toward the back of his neck. That one would be around for a while.
The twins were watching from the bed, admiring their work. They really did make a good team. Erestor retrieved his comb and worked on bringing the disheveled mess of hair back into control. When finally it gleamed, the twins rose and stood behind him.
Elladan commented, “Beautiful. We need to get back to our room and change.”
Elrohir promised, “We will come by and collect you on our way to dinner.”
Before leaving, Elladan turned Erestor around and kissed him soundly. Not to be outdone, Elrohir followed his lead. They threw on their clothes from the night before and left a dazed elf standing in the middle of his room smiling like a fool.
Of course, after every party there is the inevitable moment when the host has to survey the damage and put things in order once more. This was the unenviable position that Erestor now found himself to be in. He threw on some loose pants and set to it. Towels were scattered around the room. The vial of oil had been left on the floor and, as luck would have it, had emptied its remaining contents onto the rug. His chest of playthings was open, and various toys were scattered on the floor and bed. That evil ribbon lay forgotten on the floor. Three empty wine bottles lay on their sides. But the most noticeable thing was the heavy smell of sex that permeated the air.
Before doing anything else, he threw open the doors to the balcony and let in fresh air. Then he stripped the linen from the bed and threw it in a pile. He added the towels, forming a rather impressive mound. The laundry was certainly going to have a few theories about that. The wine bottles were then gathered and disposed of. He cleaned his toys before returning them to their chest and moving it back into the corner. The spilled oil was easier to clean than he had feared. There hadn’t been much left in the vial. Finally all that was remained was that evil ribbon. With ritualistic style he lit a small fire and tossed it in.
At last the room was back into some semblance of order. He freshened up a bit, then sat and wondered that he had actually been had by three ellons and lived to tell about it. Quite a feat, he thought. What to wear tonight though? Last night he had not been dressing for a foursome. What does one wear to such an event? Glorfindel would no doubt know, but he *really* doubted that he would want to give out advice on the fashions of group sex.
At about that time there was a knock on the door. He did not have a desire to rise so yelled “Enter.” The response was “Can’t.” Sighing, he pulled himself up and opened the door to a prince who had his hands full. Legolas had brought a *few* things. It looked like he was bringing his entire wardrobe instead of a few changes. The elf must have an incredible closet back in Mirkwood.
“Let me help you with those.”
Erestor took his armful to the wardrobe and started making room. There was no question. He was going to have to acquire another. The clothes would fit but only barely.
“I thought it would be wise to bring over a few changes. I hope you don’t mind.”
As he eyed Legolas’ idea of a few changes he said with some disbelief in his voice, “No not at all. I’m glad you thought of it.”
Then he turned and got a look at Legolas decked out in attire that surely helped garner him the reputation of being one of the most handsome elves in Middle Earth. He wore silk and suede. The tunic was a soft blue silk. The leggings were light tan suede. Knee high boots only served to accentuate the tight fit of the leggings. His hair shone and was adorned with warrior braids and mithral beads. He was stunning.
“Wow” was the most articulate response Erestor could manage.
“Erestor, are you listening to me?”
“Um…did you say something?”
“Are you alright?”
“I have never seen you dressed to kill, and don’t even try to tell me that you are not. I am allowed to stand dumbfounded. I mean…wow. You are looking good Legolas. I had wondered what one wore to a night such as this. Again…wow.”
Legolas grinned. He had dressed fairly well, but he had not been trying for this affect. He would try for speechless tomorrow if wearing something like this could reduce Erestor to wow.
“I am glad you approve.”
“I think all of Arda would approve. Damn, Legolas.”
Legolas chuckled. “If I know the twins, they will make me look like a stable boy tonight.”
Erestor had a coughing attack. “Not possible.”
Legolas just lifted an eyebrow and assured him, “Oh yes. It very definitely is, and they almost certainly will try.”
Erestor shook his head. “Why?”
“When they intend a night of incredible sex, they dress the part.”
“What time is it?”
“You have about an hour before the dinner bell.” Legolas did not say it, but Erestor looked cute as he continued to stare wide eyed. Cute wasn’t a word that Erestor would appreciate, but damned it if didn’t fit.
“You should probably put on something more than pants.”
Erestor blew out his breath and approached his wardrobe with dread. He didn’t have the fine clothes that Legolas and the twins could claim. He was just a councilor. He would try his best though. The twins would dress for a night of incredible sex. Just what did that entail he wondered? Hmmmm...
“I will go to the twins’ room and let you dress. We will see you soon.”
Legolas knew that Erestor’s wardrobe did not include the type of clothes that the twins would sport tonight. Even so, he would probably outshine them all. He was one of those elves who just wore clothes well.
Erestor did not have the finery of a prince or lord’s son. Instead he wore low cut black leather leggings that were nice but made for everyday wear. His shirt was not silk. Instead he wore billowy, stark white cotton. His black leather boots were of a high caliber but were made for use not ornamentation. He wore no warrior’s braids and owned no mithral beads. Instead, his hair was worn free. His only nod to fashion was a ring. It was the only thing he possessed that had belonged to his father.
The twins and Legolas arrived right on time. Elladan wore black leather and velvet with a light silver silk tunic. As always, Elladan’s leggings were skin tight and as always he wore them well. The tunic provided just enough coverage for decency. Elrohir wore dark blue silk leggings tight enough to outline each and every movement of his muscles. The cerulean blue silk shirt was fitted, complementing his broad muscular chest. Both wore mithral beads in their hair, both wore rings that cost more than some elves made in a lifetime.
It was only understandable that when Erestor opened the door, he just stood there and stared. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide. Legolas had already seen this reaction, but it was the twins first time. They looked at one another, wondering if they had their garments on backwards.
When Legolas chuckled at their nonplussed expressions Erestor blinked and said, “Let me just savor the moment for a while longer.”
Legolas smirked. “What did I tell you?”
Erestor was looking the warriors up and down as he answered, “Nowhere near a stable boy Legolas. Nowhere near. I’m the one who could muck stalls tonight.”
Elladan asked, “What are you talking about?”
Legolas answered, “I told him that I would look like a stable boy next to you two tonight.”
Both twins laughed. “That will be the day. Now if we are all ready?”
When the quartet entered the Dining Hall, conversation paused briefly while everyone took a good look at the three young nobles dressed for an evening. After the one brief interruption, the meal progressed smoothly. The food was delicious and those who dined appreciative. If Erestor did not eat quite as much as normal, none made comment. If he was a bit wider eyed than usual, most laid it off to the company he kept. In point of fact, he had a bad case of the butterflies.
After dinner they walked down to the hot springs. They had already claimed the space for the night, marking the path for privacy. Erestor always thought that time at the hot springs was a real treat, but he had never been to this particular area. It was usually reserved for lovers, something that he had not had in his time in Imladris.
All four elves removed their garments and left them on the blanket. Once in the water, Erestor sat by Legolas, not sure how to proceed or what was expected of him. His case of butterflies had intensified. He was glad that the three older elves were unaware of his nerves. One of the purposes of the previous night had been to address just that.
Elladan asked, “Erestor, have you recovered from last night?”
Legolas had begun nibbling on Erestor’s ear. He grinned before saying, “Yes. I am good.” The foot that began traveling up his thigh got Erestor’s undivided attention, stopping his flow of words instantly. Legolas was beside him so it belonged to one of the twins. Which, he had no idea.
Legolas squeezed his hand and kissed his forehead before crossing to sit between the twins. Erestor watched as first one then the other kissed him. He did not know what they expected of him. He didn’t really enjoy watching Legolas kiss others. He liked even less the ease with which he had left him for the twins’ side. After last night though, he had no room for protest. He felt hypocritical even harboring the thoughts, but the problem was that they were there and they were real. One other thing became apparent as he watched. Legolas was sending him a message. He was not to sit there like a bump on a log.
There was a problem though. Erestor was new to this and just could not work up an interest in watching the little scene playing out before him. Instead he leaned back and stared at the stars as warm water calmed him. He had closed his eyes and begun to consider moving to allow the trio across from him more room and privacy when he once again felt a roving foot. It traced the lines of his thigh as it had earlier, but he was not excited or turned on by it. He simply lay back cocooned in the warm water and steam, his lax sex totally disinterested.
A hand on his arm drew him from his reverie. It was Elrohir. He pulled him up and draped an arm around him, leading him down to the far end of the pool.
“Feeling left out, weren’t you?”
“Legolas told me that you have been lovers for centuries. It is alright if you want to stay with him. You don’t need to interrupt your evening to hold my hand. I understand.”
“If I wanted to be with him I would be.”
Elrohir led him to sit on a shelf that that had been worn by time into the stone.
“No, I watched you and was intrigued by your lack of reaction. You are very adept at schooling your features but I truly got the impression that you were bored.”
Erestor smirked just a bit.
“I doubt Legolas realized you were very close to falling asleep on us.”
“I told him last night, voyeurism does not interest me.”
Elrohir kissed Erestor gently before saying, “Tonight is not about watching others, Erestor. Tonight is about shared love.”
Erestor looked at Elrohir with big eyes. His inexperience shone through loud and clear. Elrohir’s kiss began as a brush of lips, a gentle caress of mouths. It was not hurried. It was not rough or desperate. Instead it was a slow, sensual exploration.
When Elrohir felt Erestor relax and melt into the kiss, he pulled slightly away and addressed the younger elf’s fears. “Legolas thought you might follow his lead, but you are shy. After last night, no one suspected it. Do not be embarrassed. This is new. I will guide you.”
“It is that evident? I was really trying.” Erestor was embarrassed that he had been so transparent. They must think him an elfling.
“Don’t worry about it, Erestor. Just let me show you how good this can be.”
Elrohir drew him onto his lap and bent him slightly back before kissing Erestor till his head swam. Elrohir had real talent. Erestor found himself falling into the kiss, giving himself over to the moment completely. He rested his arms over Elrohir’s shoulders and returned the kiss. The style and technique let Elrohir know that Erestor was either a natural or was much more experienced in love than he had guessed. He was betting on the latter.
“Mmmmm. You surprise me.”
Erestor smiled slyly. “How so?”
Elrohir allowed his lips to graze Erestor’s before answering, “The toys last night should have been a clue. You are more experienced than you let on, aren’t you?”
Erestor whispered into Elrohir’s ear, “I never said that I was a virgin.” He then pushed the older elf back, knelt straddling his lap and kissed him with great enthusiasm and skill. Elrohir wrapped his arms around Erestor’s lower back and held him near.
The sight they made drew the attention of both elves at the opposite end of the pool. They watched even as Elladan prepared Legolas for his sex.
Legolas suggested, “Let us move to the grass just over there.”
Elladan asked, “You want to watch them while I take you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Legolas helped Elladan out of the water and found a nice comfortable spot before he went onto his hands and knees. As Elladan entered Legolas, Elrohir’s hand ventured down to Erestor’s entrance and began to tease. He had no oil so he circled the rim sending thrills through Erestor and driving him to push back in search of more.
Erestor eventually got tired of being teased and decided to take matters into his own hands. He left Elrohir, walked right over to Elladan and very blatantly stole the oil. Legolas and Elladan paused in mid thrust. Erestor didn’t even give them a second glance, which under other circumstances would have amused them greatly. Instead they watched as he returned and thrust the vial into Elrohir’s waiting hand.
“Impatient?” asked Elrohir.
Erestor answered by straddling his lap again and nipping his ear. Elrohir gasped, popped open the vial and oiled his fingers. At Erestor’s insistence, the preparation did not take long. While Elrohir oiled his length, Erestor turned. Elrohir leaned back and Erestor sat, impaling himself on the waiting cock. When he leaned back and arched Legolas and Elladan nearly came. Elrohir moved his hair back and gripped Erestor’s hips. They kissed as they moved, steam wrapping their bodies and adding to the erotic power of the picture they made.
The elves on the grass moaned as one. Elladan increased the tempo and Legolas pushed back against him hard with every thrust. When he finally tensed, Elladan took him in hand. They came one after the other, crying out their release.
Elrohir and Erestor writhed together. With his firm grip, Elrohir encouraged Erestor’s hips forward before pulling them hard against him. They continued until Elladan sat down behind Elrohir, legs spread out on either side of his body. Legolas sat to one side. Elladan licked and sucked the tip of his brother’s ear while Legolas took Erestor’s cock in hand. Elrohir and Erestor came in the arms of their lovers, being caressed, stoked and petted as they climbed the heights of orgasm.
Erestor lay against Elrohir, spent but happy. Elrohir leaned back, laying his head against his brother, and wrapped his arms around Erestor’s chest. Legolas stroked Erestor’s face and waited for him to come back to Arda.
Finally, and at long last, the three older elves took deep breaths and smiled. It had been a nice start. The youngest elf sighed and thought about what a surprising and interesting night it had been. Elrohir had quickly dispelled his case of nerves and turned the night into one to remember.
Being slightly wiped out, Erestor was glad when they set out to return to the Last Homely House. He had visions of a nice big bed and soft pillows. His delusion was dismissed when Legolas steered him to the twin’s room.
“You are a treasure, baby. We haven’t even begun to show you what pleasure can be.”
Erestor almost fainted. “There is more…tonight?”
Legolas swung Erestor back against his body and kissed his ear. “I just love you.”
Erestor thought ‘Glad to hear it, but I wasn’t kidding.’
The twins were all smiles and Legolas was very obviously happy. Erestor felt like he had just been tossed into the deep end of the pool. It had only just dawned on him that the little interlude at the hot springs had been a warm up! Ai! Perhaps there was more to being a noble born elf after all. Inexhaustible sex drives must be some sort of inborn trait common to the nobility. It would do much to explain Glorfindel’s staying power.
The three young nobles took off their expensive silk tops tossing them pell-mell around the room. Erestor folded his cotton shirt and laid it neatly on a table. Then he got his second wind, and was quite suddenly struck by a wild urge. The wicked gleam in his eyes was answered by Elladan’s dominant gaze. Elrohir and Legolas didn’t pick up on anything till Elladan threw Erestor back against the wall. He attacked Erestor’s lips and Erestor attacked the lacings of his leggings. There was fire in their touch. Elrohir and Legolas looked at one another with surprise. They hadn’t seen that coming. They stood back and watched as the elves shed the remainder of their clothes.
As Elrohir had told Erestor earlier, this night was not about watching others. Legolas and Elrohir casually removed their boots and leggings. However the prince was not the object of Elrohir’s interest. When Elladan jerked Erestor away from the wall, Elrohir leaned against the back of a chair, watching. He knew that Erestor was not a submissive elf and was allowing himself to be dominated. Elrohir could not help but wonder how long it would last or when he would unsheathe his claws.
Elladan became more demanding. His kisses became rough and his touches harsh. The depth and possessiveness caught Erestor unaware causing him to tremble at their intensity.
Elladan purred, “I do not mind if you are afraid as long as you enjoy how I make you feel.”
Erestor jerked free and replied, “I do mind.”
Legolas acted immediately, taking Erestor in his arms and leading him out onto the balcony. “I’m sorry that he frightened you baby.”
His eyes widened when the young elf chuckled. “He didn’t frighten me, but it got your attention. It is astounding how hard it is to find time alone with you. First it was Glorfindel and Elrond, and now it is the twins.” Erestor grinned suggestively. “You talked me into this and I went along because you wanted it so badly.” Erestor ran a hand down Legolas’ chest. “You owe me.”
Legolas smirked. “And you intend to collect. Baby, all you had to do was ask.”
Erestor turned him around, bit his shoulder, and in one smooth thrust drove into him with his full length. He then proceeded to take the blonde with great gusto. For an elf that usually did the taking, Legolas was incredibly turned on. He muffled his cries for the first few minutes, but when rationality was driven from his mind, restraint fled as well. He cried out loud enough to wake half of Imladris.
Inside, Elladan was receiving a stern lecture from his brother. “He is *not* yours Elladan.”
“Why is everyone upset? I just kissed him.”
Elrohir narrowed his eyes. “You tried to overwhelm him, but he isn’t going to be intimidated into yielding to you. You did not see Legolas’ reaction but I did. Had Erestor not stopped it, he would have.”
A particularly loud moan grabbed their attention, interrupting the discussion. Elladan asked, “Do you think they know whose balcony that is across the courtyard?”
Elrohir grinned. “I don’t think that they care. If he wasn’t awake before, Ada most certainly is now.”
The twins strolled out onto the balcony in time to witness Legolas’ release. Erestor held him, thrust twice and came. The twins stood by as they rode out their climax, then swiftly escorted them inside.
Elladan was quick to apologize, and Erestor managed to maintain a calm façade as he accepted. He did not tell him that he had been irritated, rather than frightened. Erestor finally whispered to Legolas of their combined need to wash. Legolas kissed his forehead and went to get a damp towel. While he was gone Elladan and Elrohir gathered the young elf in their arms.
“Truly, I am sorry Erestor. I got carried away.” Elladan stroked his hair and looked contrite.
Elrohir smiled and remembered his promise of the night before. “I promised you that we would play with my toys tonight.”
Elladan drew Erestor to him in a protective embrace. “Not tonight. He is too tired.”
Elrohir asked, “Are you tired Erestor?”
Erestor looked up at him with big dark eyes, leaned back on Elladan and nodded.
Elrohir grinned. “I just bet you are.”
Legolas had taken time to wash himself in the bathroom. He returned to find Erestor nestled between the twins and was hit with a momentary twinge of possessiveness. He pulled Erestor away and gently but quickly cleaned the remaining seed from his body.
Elrohir rose and held his hand out to Elladan. “Alright. Let’s get some rest. The young one is tired.”
Erestor smiled. Sometimes being the youngest paid off!! Legolas tossed the towel aside and handed Erestor his leggings.
As they dressed Legolas said, “We will go back to Erestor’s room and see you in the morning.”
As soon as they got back to Erestor’s room they had a quick bath. It was quick because Erestor was dead tired. As soon as they were out of the bath and had dried, they climbed into the center of the massive bed.
Erestor lay in Legolas’ arms and sleepily whispered, “I can give them my body, but you are the only one who will ever touch my soul.” He then kissed him good night and fell sound asleep. Legolas lay awake for a while longer. His little darling had been nervous earlier. He had tried to hide it, but it had been plain as day.
Elrohir had managed earlier to calm Erestor’s nerves and bring his passion to the fore with little difficulty. Although Erestor had pulled away from Elladan tonight, he did respond to the twins. Even though he might have reservations about the idea, he also found a great deal of pleasure in them. It was purely sexual, but it bothered Legolas nonetheless. Then there was the fact that the twins were enjoying Erestor entirely too much. He had encouraged a foursome but had not anticipated having such a possessive reaction. He had made a mistake by trying to bring Erestor into his life while making no changes to his lifestyle. Now he was suffering the consequences of his actions.
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss (Thanks soooo much for helping rid this of gray matter!)
Chapter 7/9
MPAA Rating: NC-17
EOAS Rating: Red (explicit acts)
Summary: Everyone gets happy but Erestor is sore.
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Erestor/Elladan, Erestor/ Elrohir, Elladan/Elrohir, Legolas/Elrohir, Erestor/Legolas/Elladan/Elrohir
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. Just remember when reading of four way sex that elves can do anything. Fim and Keiliss will back me up on this.
Note: This is not the movie version of Legolas. If you have a thing for that characterization, you need not read this. He isn’t here. Can you really picture him in a foursome anyway? Never mind. Don’t answer that.
Chapter 7
Legolas woke first. He slid away from Elladan and began gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. He dressed, ran a comb through his hair and left for his guest quarters. He wanted to look good today, and all of his clothes were there.
Erestor woke between the twins. He had once had a dream like this. They were much larger in real life than in the dream. Until they woke, he was not going anywhere, not that he was in any hurry. Instead he relived the night’s events and wondered what the coming night would bring. After all, last night was his. Tonight promised something far different. This brought him back to the question of numbers. He still could not put his finger on just where that fourth elf was supposed to go. He knew that technically there were ways in which it could be done, but surely not. He just could not picture any of them working in practice.
He was musing on the workability of four when Elrohir stretched, rolled onto his stomach and moaned. Elladan flexed at about that time and fell onto his back. Erestor took this as his cue and crawled out from between the two and off the foot of the bed. The first thing he did after relieving himself was to look in the mirror at the marks on his neck. There was no way on Arda that he was going to be able to cover them. Then, recalling Elrohir’s little gift, he lifted his hair and saw the angry bruise toward the back of his neck. That one would be around for a while.
The twins were watching from the bed, admiring their work. They really did make a good team. Erestor retrieved his comb and worked on bringing the disheveled mess of hair back into control. When finally it gleamed, the twins rose and stood behind him.
Elladan commented, “Beautiful. We need to get back to our room and change.”
Elrohir promised, “We will come by and collect you on our way to dinner.”
Before leaving, Elladan turned Erestor around and kissed him soundly. Not to be outdone, Elrohir followed his lead. They threw on their clothes from the night before and left a dazed elf standing in the middle of his room smiling like a fool.
Of course, after every party there is the inevitable moment when the host has to survey the damage and put things in order once more. This was the unenviable position that Erestor now found himself to be in. He threw on some loose pants and set to it. Towels were scattered around the room. The vial of oil had been left on the floor and, as luck would have it, had emptied its remaining contents onto the rug. His chest of playthings was open, and various toys were scattered on the floor and bed. That evil ribbon lay forgotten on the floor. Three empty wine bottles lay on their sides. But the most noticeable thing was the heavy smell of sex that permeated the air.
Before doing anything else, he threw open the doors to the balcony and let in fresh air. Then he stripped the linen from the bed and threw it in a pile. He added the towels, forming a rather impressive mound. The laundry was certainly going to have a few theories about that. The wine bottles were then gathered and disposed of. He cleaned his toys before returning them to their chest and moving it back into the corner. The spilled oil was easier to clean than he had feared. There hadn’t been much left in the vial. Finally all that was remained was that evil ribbon. With ritualistic style he lit a small fire and tossed it in.
At last the room was back into some semblance of order. He freshened up a bit, then sat and wondered that he had actually been had by three ellons and lived to tell about it. Quite a feat, he thought. What to wear tonight though? Last night he had not been dressing for a foursome. What does one wear to such an event? Glorfindel would no doubt know, but he *really* doubted that he would want to give out advice on the fashions of group sex.
At about that time there was a knock on the door. He did not have a desire to rise so yelled “Enter.” The response was “Can’t.” Sighing, he pulled himself up and opened the door to a prince who had his hands full. Legolas had brought a *few* things. It looked like he was bringing his entire wardrobe instead of a few changes. The elf must have an incredible closet back in Mirkwood.
“Let me help you with those.”
Erestor took his armful to the wardrobe and started making room. There was no question. He was going to have to acquire another. The clothes would fit but only barely.
“I thought it would be wise to bring over a few changes. I hope you don’t mind.”
As he eyed Legolas’ idea of a few changes he said with some disbelief in his voice, “No not at all. I’m glad you thought of it.”
Then he turned and got a look at Legolas decked out in attire that surely helped garner him the reputation of being one of the most handsome elves in Middle Earth. He wore silk and suede. The tunic was a soft blue silk. The leggings were light tan suede. Knee high boots only served to accentuate the tight fit of the leggings. His hair shone and was adorned with warrior braids and mithral beads. He was stunning.
“Wow” was the most articulate response Erestor could manage.
“Erestor, are you listening to me?”
“Um…did you say something?”
“Are you alright?”
“I have never seen you dressed to kill, and don’t even try to tell me that you are not. I am allowed to stand dumbfounded. I mean…wow. You are looking good Legolas. I had wondered what one wore to a night such as this. Again…wow.”
Legolas grinned. He had dressed fairly well, but he had not been trying for this affect. He would try for speechless tomorrow if wearing something like this could reduce Erestor to wow.
“I am glad you approve.”
“I think all of Arda would approve. Damn, Legolas.”
Legolas chuckled. “If I know the twins, they will make me look like a stable boy tonight.”
Erestor had a coughing attack. “Not possible.”
Legolas just lifted an eyebrow and assured him, “Oh yes. It very definitely is, and they almost certainly will try.”
Erestor shook his head. “Why?”
“When they intend a night of incredible sex, they dress the part.”
“What time is it?”
“You have about an hour before the dinner bell.” Legolas did not say it, but Erestor looked cute as he continued to stare wide eyed. Cute wasn’t a word that Erestor would appreciate, but damned it if didn’t fit.
“You should probably put on something more than pants.”
Erestor blew out his breath and approached his wardrobe with dread. He didn’t have the fine clothes that Legolas and the twins could claim. He was just a councilor. He would try his best though. The twins would dress for a night of incredible sex. Just what did that entail he wondered? Hmmmm...
“I will go to the twins’ room and let you dress. We will see you soon.”
Legolas knew that Erestor’s wardrobe did not include the type of clothes that the twins would sport tonight. Even so, he would probably outshine them all. He was one of those elves who just wore clothes well.
Erestor did not have the finery of a prince or lord’s son. Instead he wore low cut black leather leggings that were nice but made for everyday wear. His shirt was not silk. Instead he wore billowy, stark white cotton. His black leather boots were of a high caliber but were made for use not ornamentation. He wore no warrior’s braids and owned no mithral beads. Instead, his hair was worn free. His only nod to fashion was a ring. It was the only thing he possessed that had belonged to his father.
The twins and Legolas arrived right on time. Elladan wore black leather and velvet with a light silver silk tunic. As always, Elladan’s leggings were skin tight and as always he wore them well. The tunic provided just enough coverage for decency. Elrohir wore dark blue silk leggings tight enough to outline each and every movement of his muscles. The cerulean blue silk shirt was fitted, complementing his broad muscular chest. Both wore mithral beads in their hair, both wore rings that cost more than some elves made in a lifetime.
It was only understandable that when Erestor opened the door, he just stood there and stared. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide. Legolas had already seen this reaction, but it was the twins first time. They looked at one another, wondering if they had their garments on backwards.
When Legolas chuckled at their nonplussed expressions Erestor blinked and said, “Let me just savor the moment for a while longer.”
Legolas smirked. “What did I tell you?”
Erestor was looking the warriors up and down as he answered, “Nowhere near a stable boy Legolas. Nowhere near. I’m the one who could muck stalls tonight.”
Elladan asked, “What are you talking about?”
Legolas answered, “I told him that I would look like a stable boy next to you two tonight.”
Both twins laughed. “That will be the day. Now if we are all ready?”
When the quartet entered the Dining Hall, conversation paused briefly while everyone took a good look at the three young nobles dressed for an evening. After the one brief interruption, the meal progressed smoothly. The food was delicious and those who dined appreciative. If Erestor did not eat quite as much as normal, none made comment. If he was a bit wider eyed than usual, most laid it off to the company he kept. In point of fact, he had a bad case of the butterflies.
After dinner they walked down to the hot springs. They had already claimed the space for the night, marking the path for privacy. Erestor always thought that time at the hot springs was a real treat, but he had never been to this particular area. It was usually reserved for lovers, something that he had not had in his time in Imladris.
All four elves removed their garments and left them on the blanket. Once in the water, Erestor sat by Legolas, not sure how to proceed or what was expected of him. His case of butterflies had intensified. He was glad that the three older elves were unaware of his nerves. One of the purposes of the previous night had been to address just that.
Elladan asked, “Erestor, have you recovered from last night?”
Legolas had begun nibbling on Erestor’s ear. He grinned before saying, “Yes. I am good.” The foot that began traveling up his thigh got Erestor’s undivided attention, stopping his flow of words instantly. Legolas was beside him so it belonged to one of the twins. Which, he had no idea.
Legolas squeezed his hand and kissed his forehead before crossing to sit between the twins. Erestor watched as first one then the other kissed him. He did not know what they expected of him. He didn’t really enjoy watching Legolas kiss others. He liked even less the ease with which he had left him for the twins’ side. After last night though, he had no room for protest. He felt hypocritical even harboring the thoughts, but the problem was that they were there and they were real. One other thing became apparent as he watched. Legolas was sending him a message. He was not to sit there like a bump on a log.
There was a problem though. Erestor was new to this and just could not work up an interest in watching the little scene playing out before him. Instead he leaned back and stared at the stars as warm water calmed him. He had closed his eyes and begun to consider moving to allow the trio across from him more room and privacy when he once again felt a roving foot. It traced the lines of his thigh as it had earlier, but he was not excited or turned on by it. He simply lay back cocooned in the warm water and steam, his lax sex totally disinterested.
A hand on his arm drew him from his reverie. It was Elrohir. He pulled him up and draped an arm around him, leading him down to the far end of the pool.
“Feeling left out, weren’t you?”
“Legolas told me that you have been lovers for centuries. It is alright if you want to stay with him. You don’t need to interrupt your evening to hold my hand. I understand.”
“If I wanted to be with him I would be.”
Elrohir led him to sit on a shelf that that had been worn by time into the stone.
“No, I watched you and was intrigued by your lack of reaction. You are very adept at schooling your features but I truly got the impression that you were bored.”
Erestor smirked just a bit.
“I doubt Legolas realized you were very close to falling asleep on us.”
“I told him last night, voyeurism does not interest me.”
Elrohir kissed Erestor gently before saying, “Tonight is not about watching others, Erestor. Tonight is about shared love.”
Erestor looked at Elrohir with big eyes. His inexperience shone through loud and clear. Elrohir’s kiss began as a brush of lips, a gentle caress of mouths. It was not hurried. It was not rough or desperate. Instead it was a slow, sensual exploration.
When Elrohir felt Erestor relax and melt into the kiss, he pulled slightly away and addressed the younger elf’s fears. “Legolas thought you might follow his lead, but you are shy. After last night, no one suspected it. Do not be embarrassed. This is new. I will guide you.”
“It is that evident? I was really trying.” Erestor was embarrassed that he had been so transparent. They must think him an elfling.
“Don’t worry about it, Erestor. Just let me show you how good this can be.”
Elrohir drew him onto his lap and bent him slightly back before kissing Erestor till his head swam. Elrohir had real talent. Erestor found himself falling into the kiss, giving himself over to the moment completely. He rested his arms over Elrohir’s shoulders and returned the kiss. The style and technique let Elrohir know that Erestor was either a natural or was much more experienced in love than he had guessed. He was betting on the latter.
“Mmmmm. You surprise me.”
Erestor smiled slyly. “How so?”
Elrohir allowed his lips to graze Erestor’s before answering, “The toys last night should have been a clue. You are more experienced than you let on, aren’t you?”
Erestor whispered into Elrohir’s ear, “I never said that I was a virgin.” He then pushed the older elf back, knelt straddling his lap and kissed him with great enthusiasm and skill. Elrohir wrapped his arms around Erestor’s lower back and held him near.
The sight they made drew the attention of both elves at the opposite end of the pool. They watched even as Elladan prepared Legolas for his sex.
Legolas suggested, “Let us move to the grass just over there.”
Elladan asked, “You want to watch them while I take you?”
“Oh yeah.”
Legolas helped Elladan out of the water and found a nice comfortable spot before he went onto his hands and knees. As Elladan entered Legolas, Elrohir’s hand ventured down to Erestor’s entrance and began to tease. He had no oil so he circled the rim sending thrills through Erestor and driving him to push back in search of more.
Erestor eventually got tired of being teased and decided to take matters into his own hands. He left Elrohir, walked right over to Elladan and very blatantly stole the oil. Legolas and Elladan paused in mid thrust. Erestor didn’t even give them a second glance, which under other circumstances would have amused them greatly. Instead they watched as he returned and thrust the vial into Elrohir’s waiting hand.
“Impatient?” asked Elrohir.
Erestor answered by straddling his lap again and nipping his ear. Elrohir gasped, popped open the vial and oiled his fingers. At Erestor’s insistence, the preparation did not take long. While Elrohir oiled his length, Erestor turned. Elrohir leaned back and Erestor sat, impaling himself on the waiting cock. When he leaned back and arched Legolas and Elladan nearly came. Elrohir moved his hair back and gripped Erestor’s hips. They kissed as they moved, steam wrapping their bodies and adding to the erotic power of the picture they made.
The elves on the grass moaned as one. Elladan increased the tempo and Legolas pushed back against him hard with every thrust. When he finally tensed, Elladan took him in hand. They came one after the other, crying out their release.
Elrohir and Erestor writhed together. With his firm grip, Elrohir encouraged Erestor’s hips forward before pulling them hard against him. They continued until Elladan sat down behind Elrohir, legs spread out on either side of his body. Legolas sat to one side. Elladan licked and sucked the tip of his brother’s ear while Legolas took Erestor’s cock in hand. Elrohir and Erestor came in the arms of their lovers, being caressed, stoked and petted as they climbed the heights of orgasm.
Erestor lay against Elrohir, spent but happy. Elrohir leaned back, laying his head against his brother, and wrapped his arms around Erestor’s chest. Legolas stroked Erestor’s face and waited for him to come back to Arda.
Finally, and at long last, the three older elves took deep breaths and smiled. It had been a nice start. The youngest elf sighed and thought about what a surprising and interesting night it had been. Elrohir had quickly dispelled his case of nerves and turned the night into one to remember.
Being slightly wiped out, Erestor was glad when they set out to return to the Last Homely House. He had visions of a nice big bed and soft pillows. His delusion was dismissed when Legolas steered him to the twin’s room.
“You are a treasure, baby. We haven’t even begun to show you what pleasure can be.”
Erestor almost fainted. “There is more…tonight?”
Legolas swung Erestor back against his body and kissed his ear. “I just love you.”
Erestor thought ‘Glad to hear it, but I wasn’t kidding.’
The twins were all smiles and Legolas was very obviously happy. Erestor felt like he had just been tossed into the deep end of the pool. It had only just dawned on him that the little interlude at the hot springs had been a warm up! Ai! Perhaps there was more to being a noble born elf after all. Inexhaustible sex drives must be some sort of inborn trait common to the nobility. It would do much to explain Glorfindel’s staying power.
The three young nobles took off their expensive silk tops tossing them pell-mell around the room. Erestor folded his cotton shirt and laid it neatly on a table. Then he got his second wind, and was quite suddenly struck by a wild urge. The wicked gleam in his eyes was answered by Elladan’s dominant gaze. Elrohir and Legolas didn’t pick up on anything till Elladan threw Erestor back against the wall. He attacked Erestor’s lips and Erestor attacked the lacings of his leggings. There was fire in their touch. Elrohir and Legolas looked at one another with surprise. They hadn’t seen that coming. They stood back and watched as the elves shed the remainder of their clothes.
As Elrohir had told Erestor earlier, this night was not about watching others. Legolas and Elrohir casually removed their boots and leggings. However the prince was not the object of Elrohir’s interest. When Elladan jerked Erestor away from the wall, Elrohir leaned against the back of a chair, watching. He knew that Erestor was not a submissive elf and was allowing himself to be dominated. Elrohir could not help but wonder how long it would last or when he would unsheathe his claws.
Elladan became more demanding. His kisses became rough and his touches harsh. The depth and possessiveness caught Erestor unaware causing him to tremble at their intensity.
Elladan purred, “I do not mind if you are afraid as long as you enjoy how I make you feel.”
Erestor jerked free and replied, “I do mind.”
Legolas acted immediately, taking Erestor in his arms and leading him out onto the balcony. “I’m sorry that he frightened you baby.”
His eyes widened when the young elf chuckled. “He didn’t frighten me, but it got your attention. It is astounding how hard it is to find time alone with you. First it was Glorfindel and Elrond, and now it is the twins.” Erestor grinned suggestively. “You talked me into this and I went along because you wanted it so badly.” Erestor ran a hand down Legolas’ chest. “You owe me.”
Legolas smirked. “And you intend to collect. Baby, all you had to do was ask.”
Erestor turned him around, bit his shoulder, and in one smooth thrust drove into him with his full length. He then proceeded to take the blonde with great gusto. For an elf that usually did the taking, Legolas was incredibly turned on. He muffled his cries for the first few minutes, but when rationality was driven from his mind, restraint fled as well. He cried out loud enough to wake half of Imladris.
Inside, Elladan was receiving a stern lecture from his brother. “He is *not* yours Elladan.”
“Why is everyone upset? I just kissed him.”
Elrohir narrowed his eyes. “You tried to overwhelm him, but he isn’t going to be intimidated into yielding to you. You did not see Legolas’ reaction but I did. Had Erestor not stopped it, he would have.”
A particularly loud moan grabbed their attention, interrupting the discussion. Elladan asked, “Do you think they know whose balcony that is across the courtyard?”
Elrohir grinned. “I don’t think that they care. If he wasn’t awake before, Ada most certainly is now.”
The twins strolled out onto the balcony in time to witness Legolas’ release. Erestor held him, thrust twice and came. The twins stood by as they rode out their climax, then swiftly escorted them inside.
Elladan was quick to apologize, and Erestor managed to maintain a calm façade as he accepted. He did not tell him that he had been irritated, rather than frightened. Erestor finally whispered to Legolas of their combined need to wash. Legolas kissed his forehead and went to get a damp towel. While he was gone Elladan and Elrohir gathered the young elf in their arms.
“Truly, I am sorry Erestor. I got carried away.” Elladan stroked his hair and looked contrite.
Elrohir smiled and remembered his promise of the night before. “I promised you that we would play with my toys tonight.”
Elladan drew Erestor to him in a protective embrace. “Not tonight. He is too tired.”
Elrohir asked, “Are you tired Erestor?”
Erestor looked up at him with big dark eyes, leaned back on Elladan and nodded.
Elrohir grinned. “I just bet you are.”
Legolas had taken time to wash himself in the bathroom. He returned to find Erestor nestled between the twins and was hit with a momentary twinge of possessiveness. He pulled Erestor away and gently but quickly cleaned the remaining seed from his body.
Elrohir rose and held his hand out to Elladan. “Alright. Let’s get some rest. The young one is tired.”
Erestor smiled. Sometimes being the youngest paid off!! Legolas tossed the towel aside and handed Erestor his leggings.
As they dressed Legolas said, “We will go back to Erestor’s room and see you in the morning.”
As soon as they got back to Erestor’s room they had a quick bath. It was quick because Erestor was dead tired. As soon as they were out of the bath and had dried, they climbed into the center of the massive bed.
Erestor lay in Legolas’ arms and sleepily whispered, “I can give them my body, but you are the only one who will ever touch my soul.” He then kissed him good night and fell sound asleep. Legolas lay awake for a while longer. His little darling had been nervous earlier. He had tried to hide it, but it had been plain as day.
Elrohir had managed earlier to calm Erestor’s nerves and bring his passion to the fore with little difficulty. Although Erestor had pulled away from Elladan tonight, he did respond to the twins. Even though he might have reservations about the idea, he also found a great deal of pleasure in them. It was purely sexual, but it bothered Legolas nonetheless. Then there was the fact that the twins were enjoying Erestor entirely too much. He had encouraged a foursome but had not anticipated having such a possessive reaction. He had made a mistake by trying to bring Erestor into his life while making no changes to his lifestyle. Now he was suffering the consequences of his actions.
