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A Question of Numbers 8/?
Title: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 8/?
MPAA Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone gets happy but Erestor is sore.
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Elrohir/Elladan, Erestor/Legolas/Elladan
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.
Chapter 8
The next morning, Legolas and Erestor were awakened by a knock at the door. A bleary eyed Erestor quickly donned some leggings and a tunic. He opened the door to find Glorfindel with a covered canvas in hand and Elrond in tow.
Glorfindel asked, “Can we come in?”
“Of course. What is that?”
Glorfindel smiled. “This is to replace the painting that was damaged.”
Erestor motioned them further inside as he said, “You did not have to do this.”
Glorfindel set the canvas across the arms of a chair. “Well take a look and tell me if you like it.”
Erestor removed the covering and gasped. It was a painting of himself reclining nude against a boulder. The picture gave him a bold and untamed quality. It was amazing. He had never posed for a painting in his life, so he had *no* idea where it could have come from.
“Who painted this?”
Elrond answered with some pride, “Glorfindel did - and be careful. It was only recently completed.”
Erestor looked at the warrior with eyes widened in surprise. “I did not even know you could draw much less paint! When did you do this?”
A smirking Glorfindel replied, “I hate to break it to you, but there is a perfect view of the twins’ room from Elrond’s balcony. It provided just enough material for some wonderful sketches. After that, everything came together easily.”
“He spent the night painting as if possessed. Nothing I said could coax him back to bed.” Elrond’s voice relayed his frustration.
Erestor paled, thinking back to the night before. “Oh”
Glorfindel smiled. “Imagine my surprise!”
Elrond added, “When the twins were young I wanted to be able to watch over them. Having their rooms across from mine seemed a good solution at the time.”
Legolas smirked. “That answers my question. He knows about your jewelry Erestor.”
Erestor blushed and looked up at the ceiling.
Elrond said, “Enjoy your time off, but try to keep it down the next time. Meanwhile we should get to work.” He paused in the doorway and added, “One other thing…tell the twins to shut the balcony door next time. Have a nice day.” He smirked as Erestor turned beet red.
Erestor coughed. “I wish you a nice day as well my lord.” In a choked voice he added, “I will tell the twins.”
On that note Glorfindel and Elrond said their farewells and departed. Erestor felt the need to get out in the fresh air. Working out would help him forget his complete and utter embarrassment.
“We should get some exercise. Perhaps we could spar, or you could dazzle me with your legendary skills with a bow.”
Legolas grinned and replied, “If you can defeat me with a sword, I will *dazzle* you with my bow.”
Erestor cocked his head for a moment before saying, “There is something that I want you to see.” He went over to the bed, bent down and pulled out a large shallow drawer that was built into the frame. “Here it is.”
Legolas gasped at the beauty of the bow in Erestor’s hands. “This was given to me on the day of my majority by the elleths who raised me. They were leaving for Valinor on the following day, and gifted me with their weapons. I am very average with a bow, but this was made for someone of skill. Will you shoot it?”
“I would be honored to.”
Legolas examined the bow. It was old but very well cared for. The wood was still supple and the string only recently changed. It was obvious to him that it had known use. It was a long bow. Not just anyone could pull it. The elleth who had owned this would have been an elf to contend with.
An hour later they were at the far southern edge of the Practice Field, away from the classes that were in progress. Glorfindel watched out of the corner of his eye as Erestor and Legolas faced one another with blunted training swords. He was interested to see how his young friend fared. Legolas was no swordsman, but he wasn’t bad.
Halfway through, the elves appeared to be fairly evenly matched. Then the differences in their styles began to emerge. Erestor had learned the art of the sword from an elleth. She was smaller in build, so fought in a manner that differed from that of most ellons. She taught Erestor that the proper use of speed and technique could overcome even the largest opponents. Erestor had learned his lessons well.
When Legolas was disarmed, Glorfindel experienced a small flush of pride. His young friend had bested the Mirkwood prince! He did not even try to contain his smile.
Erestor smirked. “The archery yard is this way.” Legolas was famed for his archery. Erestor was looking forward to seeing this side of his lover.
Legolas grinned. This was an opportunity to show off just a bit. He wasn’t vain, but was proud of his skill. Few knew how hard he had worked in order to achieve it. “Lead on.”
Erestor found a target that was off to the side and borrowed one of the lighter practice bows.
“Just remember. I am a councilor, not an archer. I’m alright at this distance, but any further away and luck begins to play a large part in my accuracy.”
“Take your shot councilor.”
Erestor aimed, hoped that the Valar would guide him and let the arrow fly. It landed just outside the bull’s eye. When finally an arrow hit the mark he put the bow aside, opting to finish on a high note.
Legolas moved a hundred feet back and pulled the bow experimentally. He backed up a bit further. When satisfied with the distance, he notched an arrow and let it fly. It hit dead center. He shot several times before commenting, “This is a nice bow. It shoots with a great deal of power. Handled properly, this would be an amazing weapon.”
Erestor laughed. “I can’t even completely pull it. Keep it. A bow like that should belong to an archer who can wield it.”
Legolas demurred. “I appreciate the gesture, but this is too valuable to give away.”
“What value is a bow that is kept under the bed unused? Keep it, Legolas.” The response was a sizzling kiss.
Erestor finally broke away and smiled. It seemed that his gift had gone over well. However, as much as he loved Legolas’ idea of showing thanks, he had not eaten and was famished.
“Legolas, why don’t you put the bow away while I grab something in the kitchens? We can eat under the old elm on the north end of the gardens.”
Legolas left for their room and Erestor for the kitchen. When they met back in the garden, Legolas had a blanket and Erestor a basket of food and a bottle of wine. After settling on the blanket, they laid out their meal, Erestor pouring the wine while Legolas noted the food selections.
Looking incredibly amused, Legolas asked, “You have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
“Why do you say that?”
He chuckled. “We have strawberries, peaches, cheese, and four varieties of pastry. It wasn’t hard to figure out, Erestor.”
Looking sheepish, Erestor replied, “The cook calls me an overgrown elfling, but still keeps pastries and confections on hand. Glorfindel is far worse than me.”
“The head cook in Mirkwood would love you. His passion is baking pastries and dipping everything from strawberries to apples in melted chocolate.”
“Chocolate covered strawberries!” Erestor’s whole face lit up. “I haven’t had them in two centuries!”
Legolas munched on a peach and shook his head. “When you come to Mirkwood, I am sure that the cook will try to steal you away from me.”
They chatted about little things as they finished off their lunch. Then they stretched out on the blanket and looked at the clouds.
“Tell me about your family Erestor. You have not mentioned them.”
Erestor rolled onto his side and propped up on an elbow. “There is not much to tell. My mother died shortly after my birth. My father tried to raise me, but faded before my twentieth begetting day. There are no siblings and I do not know any other relations.”
Although it had been an innocent question, Legolas felt guilty for having asked. He took Erestor into his arms and softly said, “I am so sorry. I should not have brought this up.”
“Don’t feel bad for having asked. It is a part of my life that few know about,” Erestor reassured him.
Legolas promised, in that moment, that his love would never again know hardship. He would do everything in his power to ensure that his life was filled with happiness and love.
“It never fails to amaze me that such strong arms can be so powerful, and yet gentle at the same time. I love to lie within your embrace.” Erestor kissed Legolas lightly before continuing. “It makes me feel warm, protected and loved. It is like coming home.”
Legolas’ heart was filled to overflowing at hearing those words. The passion with which he kissed Erestor expressed soul deep feelings. Just as they were about to lose themselves to desire, they heard the distinct sound of someone clearing his throat. They broke apart and found Glorfindel standing only feet away with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Erestor, I need to see you before dinner.”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and saw that the warrior meant what he said. “Alright. I am sorry Legolas, but it seems that something has unexpectedly arisen.”
Legolas grinned. “Something has arisen indeed. See to your duties and I will meet you at dinner.”
Erestor had arranged to meet Legolas and the twins in the Dining Hall that evening. They had already begun their meal when he arrived. All three gasped and they were not alone. Erestor wore a dark slate gray tunic over skin tight black leather leggings. His boots were of soft black leather. His hair fell loose and free down his back like a cascade of black silk. The darkness of his attire brought out his fair skin. It also highlighted two bright passion marks.
Glorfindel was pleased. He had seen Erestor last night in the company of the three young nobles, and knew him well enough to realize that he felt the poor relation. It had given him a great deal of satisfaction to outfit his young friend tonight. He was a handsome young elf, but dressed in these clothes he was magnificent. Glorfindel hoped this would be a night to remember.
Legolas stood and beckoned to the empty chair at his side. As he took his seat, Erestor chuckled. “Blink Elladan.”
Having been caught staring, Elladan grinned. “You look amazing tonight.” He pointed to his neck. “They add a certain dash of color!”
Legolas took Erestor’s hand and kissed it before whispering, “The clothes look good baby, but I prefer what is underneath.” They exchanged devilish grins and proceeded to devour their meals.
After dinner Legolas, Erestor and the twins retired to the Hall of Fire to listen to music for a while. When there was a break in the entertainment they departed for a walk through the gardens. It was a nice night and all four were in high spirits.
Soon the elves had departed the garden for the forest’s edge just beyond. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the night air when Elladan grabbed his brother and playfully swung him round. Elrohir responded by laughing and pushing him to the ground. The two rolled around on the grass for only a short while before play gave way to lust. Hands grappled with lacings and clasps as mouths devoured flesh.
Erestor walked toward the trees. He wasn’t interested in watching Elladan take his brother. Legolas glanced at him and then back to the twins. Although he never tired of looking at them, Erestor was his world. He walked over, hooked an arm around the younger elf’s waist and led him into the small glade just beyond.
Erestor stopped, turned and faced Legolas. “Are you always so desirable? You have the power to arouse me with but a touch. I can not resist you this night.”
In a very sultry voice, Legolas replied, “Then do not resist.” He grasped Erestor’s head and kissed him deeply as he slowly divested him of clothes. When Erestor’s legs threatened to give way Legolas laid him on his back and covered him. His kisses were slow and deep. His touch, though gentle, held more demand than on the previous night. Erestor spread his legs and Legolas lay between. He nipped, kissed and licked his way down Erestor’s body, pausing at the nipples only long enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth.
When he arrived at the belly button Legolas made an interesting discovery. Erestor was ticklish! The younger elf writhed, trying to escape his tongue, but had little success. He tried to suppress squeaks when a particularly devilish turn of the tongue hit a sensitive spot. Finally Legolas drove him to helpless laughter. The prince was delighted. Never would he have guessed that his hot little lover was ticklish!
All laughter faded away when Legolas licked Erestor’s cock from base to tip. Erestor grabbed handfuls of grass and tried valiantly not to thrust, not that the strong arm across his abdomen would have permitted it. Legolas licked his length as if it were candy. He whorled his tongue around the head, flicked it across and dipped it into the little slit. While Erestor was still reeling from that, Legolas took his length into his mouth. He sucked hard, sliding it in and out at a pace that left Erestor gasping. There is a point of no return for all ellons, and Erestor reached it. When Legolas purred, he came.
Legolas moved back and watched Erestor ride the moment. As soon as he felt the elf capable he said, “Kneel for me.”
As he oiled his fingers, Legolas looked at Erestor in a mixture of adoration and speculation. He thought he knew what the younger elf wanted tonight, and he was quite able to provide it.
“Spread your legs wider Erestor.”
Erestor complied. Legolas knelt behind him and whispered, “Will you yield to me? Do you wish that I take control this night?” When Erestor made no comment, Legolas inserted one finger into the entrance to his body. “Is that what you want from me…to dominate you tonight?”
When he inserted the second finger Erestor rolled his head and pushed back.
“More?”
“Yes”
Legolas inserted three fingers, stretched the opening and asked, “More?”
“Yes”
Legolas bit the crook of Erestor’s neck as he inserted four fingers. He held them in place for a moment before bunching them together and inserting the remainder of his hand. Erestor cried out roughly.
“You have not answered me Erestor. Shall I dominate you tonight? Is that what you want? Shall I master you?”
Erestor took a deep breath and answered, “You can dominate but you shall never master me.”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “Lover, you are a brave young elf.” Legolas fisted his hand. “Are you so very certain?” He pulled his fist back and gently thrust it forward.
Between clenched teeth Erestor hissed, “Positive.”
Legolas removed his hand and kissed the blood from Erestor’s neck.
“Lay on your back.”
Erestor heard the steel behind the comment and purred with contentment. He didn’t know how Legolas knew what he wanted, but it was obvious that he did. He lay on the grass and watched as his lover knelt above him. Legolas took his cock in hand and oiled it thoroughly. Never did his eyes leave those of the younger elf. Their gaze was held steady even as he placed Erestor’s knees over his shoulders.
Legolas held the head of his cock at Erestor’s entrance and paused for a moment, listening to breathy pleas. “Possess me. Make me feel it.”
Legolas pushed into him in a slow steady movement. Once fully sheathed he stilled.
“If it is dominance you want, that is what you shall receive.”
Legolas didn’t just thrust, he impaled Erestor. He drove himself in and out with such a force and depth that he knew himself to be on the verge of losing control.
In the meantime, Elladan had taken his brother to climax. While Elrohir lazed on the grass sated and content, Elladan left him and went in search of the others. When he found them, he leaned against a tree for a few moments and watched. Legolas was taking Erestor almost brutally and it aroused Elladan greatly.
When he entered the clearing, Erestor was arched, Legolas driving hard. He picked up the little vial of oil and spread it over his fingers. Legolas’ own movements soon had him impaled on Elladan’s finger. It did not surprise him that the prince did not lessen his movements. He inserted two fingers, thrusting in time with Legolas.
The prince pulled Erestor’s legs from off his shoulders and flipped over onto his back. Erestor straddled his hips, somewhat surprised. Legolas spread his legs wide, but it wasn’t until Elladan pushed him down that Erestor figured out what was about to happen. He leaned forward as far as he could as Elladan entered Legolas. After a few awkward starts, a rhythm was established. Erestor took himself as Elladan took Legolas. The prince came first under the onslaught of both give and take, while Erestor and Elladan came almost simultaneously thereafter.
Erestor quickly moved from Legolas and lay on the grass. The cool night air on his hot skin felt incredible.
Legolas rolled onto his side and said, “Erestor, I am afraid that I did not give you all that you had asked for. I didn’t give you all that I wished or that you needed.”
“You were perfect,” replied Erestor in a dreamy voice.
Elladan asked, “What did I interrupt?”
Legolas looked at Elladan as if he were particularly dense. “You interrupted lovers in the throws of passionate sex. We are in love, but we have had precious little time with one another.”
Elladan raised his eyebrows and looked first at Erestor and then back to Legolas. “Then I owe you, and I always pay my debts.”
The look that Erestor leveled on Elladan could not be misunderstood. “The payment that I desire is something that only Legolas can provide. If you feel a debt, return to your brother and let us spend this time alone.”
Elladan looked from one to the other before taking his leave. Erestor watched him go before turning to Legolas. “In all my days, I have never had so much trouble in finding time alone. What is it with these elves?”
“Once in a while, Elladan enjoys the added dynamic of group sex. He enjoys it a great deal in fact. My guess would be that he simply did not stop to think. I doubt he will make he same mistake twice. You left no doubt in his mind of the undesirability of his presence.”
Erestor grinned. “Now where were we before being so rudely interrupted?”
Elladan walked back to the clearing to find his brother dressed and waiting. He dressed as he spoke. “We need to talk. Come; let us return to our room. They may be along later.”
Elrohir replied, “I take it that they do not wish to be disturbed.”
“No. They do not. We have done them a disservice.”
Elrohir asked, “How so?”
“We…no that isn’t fair…I became so involved in the expanded relationship that I forgot the needs and desires that Legolas and Erestor have beyond those that include us.”
“What brought about this revelation?”
“Legolas made it plain that I had interrupted and Erestor asked me to leave.”
Elrohir beamed. “It is about time!”
Looking somewhat surprised, Elladan replied, “They seemed to enjoy our relationship, so I did not believed my presence to be intrusive.”
“The day is fast approaching when they will put all of this behind them. It is a curiosity and entertainment now, but the attraction is waning.” Elrohir smiled and added, “Both insist that they want this, but neither wishes to see his lover in our arms.”
Elladan smirked. “It certainly took them long enough!”
TBC
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 8/?
MPAA Rating: NC-17
Summary: Everyone gets happy but Erestor is sore.
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas, Elrohir/Elladan, Erestor/Legolas/Elladan
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.
Chapter 8
The next morning, Legolas and Erestor were awakened by a knock at the door. A bleary eyed Erestor quickly donned some leggings and a tunic. He opened the door to find Glorfindel with a covered canvas in hand and Elrond in tow.
Glorfindel asked, “Can we come in?”
“Of course. What is that?”
Glorfindel smiled. “This is to replace the painting that was damaged.”
Erestor motioned them further inside as he said, “You did not have to do this.”
Glorfindel set the canvas across the arms of a chair. “Well take a look and tell me if you like it.”
Erestor removed the covering and gasped. It was a painting of himself reclining nude against a boulder. The picture gave him a bold and untamed quality. It was amazing. He had never posed for a painting in his life, so he had *no* idea where it could have come from.
“Who painted this?”
Elrond answered with some pride, “Glorfindel did - and be careful. It was only recently completed.”
Erestor looked at the warrior with eyes widened in surprise. “I did not even know you could draw much less paint! When did you do this?”
A smirking Glorfindel replied, “I hate to break it to you, but there is a perfect view of the twins’ room from Elrond’s balcony. It provided just enough material for some wonderful sketches. After that, everything came together easily.”
“He spent the night painting as if possessed. Nothing I said could coax him back to bed.” Elrond’s voice relayed his frustration.
Erestor paled, thinking back to the night before. “Oh”
Glorfindel smiled. “Imagine my surprise!”
Elrond added, “When the twins were young I wanted to be able to watch over them. Having their rooms across from mine seemed a good solution at the time.”
Legolas smirked. “That answers my question. He knows about your jewelry Erestor.”
Erestor blushed and looked up at the ceiling.
Elrond said, “Enjoy your time off, but try to keep it down the next time. Meanwhile we should get to work.” He paused in the doorway and added, “One other thing…tell the twins to shut the balcony door next time. Have a nice day.” He smirked as Erestor turned beet red.
Erestor coughed. “I wish you a nice day as well my lord.” In a choked voice he added, “I will tell the twins.”
On that note Glorfindel and Elrond said their farewells and departed. Erestor felt the need to get out in the fresh air. Working out would help him forget his complete and utter embarrassment.
“We should get some exercise. Perhaps we could spar, or you could dazzle me with your legendary skills with a bow.”
Legolas grinned and replied, “If you can defeat me with a sword, I will *dazzle* you with my bow.”
Erestor cocked his head for a moment before saying, “There is something that I want you to see.” He went over to the bed, bent down and pulled out a large shallow drawer that was built into the frame. “Here it is.”
Legolas gasped at the beauty of the bow in Erestor’s hands. “This was given to me on the day of my majority by the elleths who raised me. They were leaving for Valinor on the following day, and gifted me with their weapons. I am very average with a bow, but this was made for someone of skill. Will you shoot it?”
“I would be honored to.”
Legolas examined the bow. It was old but very well cared for. The wood was still supple and the string only recently changed. It was obvious to him that it had known use. It was a long bow. Not just anyone could pull it. The elleth who had owned this would have been an elf to contend with.
An hour later they were at the far southern edge of the Practice Field, away from the classes that were in progress. Glorfindel watched out of the corner of his eye as Erestor and Legolas faced one another with blunted training swords. He was interested to see how his young friend fared. Legolas was no swordsman, but he wasn’t bad.
Halfway through, the elves appeared to be fairly evenly matched. Then the differences in their styles began to emerge. Erestor had learned the art of the sword from an elleth. She was smaller in build, so fought in a manner that differed from that of most ellons. She taught Erestor that the proper use of speed and technique could overcome even the largest opponents. Erestor had learned his lessons well.
When Legolas was disarmed, Glorfindel experienced a small flush of pride. His young friend had bested the Mirkwood prince! He did not even try to contain his smile.
Erestor smirked. “The archery yard is this way.” Legolas was famed for his archery. Erestor was looking forward to seeing this side of his lover.
Legolas grinned. This was an opportunity to show off just a bit. He wasn’t vain, but was proud of his skill. Few knew how hard he had worked in order to achieve it. “Lead on.”
Erestor found a target that was off to the side and borrowed one of the lighter practice bows.
“Just remember. I am a councilor, not an archer. I’m alright at this distance, but any further away and luck begins to play a large part in my accuracy.”
“Take your shot councilor.”
Erestor aimed, hoped that the Valar would guide him and let the arrow fly. It landed just outside the bull’s eye. When finally an arrow hit the mark he put the bow aside, opting to finish on a high note.
Legolas moved a hundred feet back and pulled the bow experimentally. He backed up a bit further. When satisfied with the distance, he notched an arrow and let it fly. It hit dead center. He shot several times before commenting, “This is a nice bow. It shoots with a great deal of power. Handled properly, this would be an amazing weapon.”
Erestor laughed. “I can’t even completely pull it. Keep it. A bow like that should belong to an archer who can wield it.”
Legolas demurred. “I appreciate the gesture, but this is too valuable to give away.”
“What value is a bow that is kept under the bed unused? Keep it, Legolas.” The response was a sizzling kiss.
Erestor finally broke away and smiled. It seemed that his gift had gone over well. However, as much as he loved Legolas’ idea of showing thanks, he had not eaten and was famished.
“Legolas, why don’t you put the bow away while I grab something in the kitchens? We can eat under the old elm on the north end of the gardens.”
Legolas left for their room and Erestor for the kitchen. When they met back in the garden, Legolas had a blanket and Erestor a basket of food and a bottle of wine. After settling on the blanket, they laid out their meal, Erestor pouring the wine while Legolas noted the food selections.
Looking incredibly amused, Legolas asked, “You have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”
“Why do you say that?”
He chuckled. “We have strawberries, peaches, cheese, and four varieties of pastry. It wasn’t hard to figure out, Erestor.”
Looking sheepish, Erestor replied, “The cook calls me an overgrown elfling, but still keeps pastries and confections on hand. Glorfindel is far worse than me.”
“The head cook in Mirkwood would love you. His passion is baking pastries and dipping everything from strawberries to apples in melted chocolate.”
“Chocolate covered strawberries!” Erestor’s whole face lit up. “I haven’t had them in two centuries!”
Legolas munched on a peach and shook his head. “When you come to Mirkwood, I am sure that the cook will try to steal you away from me.”
They chatted about little things as they finished off their lunch. Then they stretched out on the blanket and looked at the clouds.
“Tell me about your family Erestor. You have not mentioned them.”
Erestor rolled onto his side and propped up on an elbow. “There is not much to tell. My mother died shortly after my birth. My father tried to raise me, but faded before my twentieth begetting day. There are no siblings and I do not know any other relations.”
Although it had been an innocent question, Legolas felt guilty for having asked. He took Erestor into his arms and softly said, “I am so sorry. I should not have brought this up.”
“Don’t feel bad for having asked. It is a part of my life that few know about,” Erestor reassured him.
Legolas promised, in that moment, that his love would never again know hardship. He would do everything in his power to ensure that his life was filled with happiness and love.
“It never fails to amaze me that such strong arms can be so powerful, and yet gentle at the same time. I love to lie within your embrace.” Erestor kissed Legolas lightly before continuing. “It makes me feel warm, protected and loved. It is like coming home.”
Legolas’ heart was filled to overflowing at hearing those words. The passion with which he kissed Erestor expressed soul deep feelings. Just as they were about to lose themselves to desire, they heard the distinct sound of someone clearing his throat. They broke apart and found Glorfindel standing only feet away with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Erestor, I need to see you before dinner.”
Erestor looked up at Glorfindel and saw that the warrior meant what he said. “Alright. I am sorry Legolas, but it seems that something has unexpectedly arisen.”
Legolas grinned. “Something has arisen indeed. See to your duties and I will meet you at dinner.”
Erestor had arranged to meet Legolas and the twins in the Dining Hall that evening. They had already begun their meal when he arrived. All three gasped and they were not alone. Erestor wore a dark slate gray tunic over skin tight black leather leggings. His boots were of soft black leather. His hair fell loose and free down his back like a cascade of black silk. The darkness of his attire brought out his fair skin. It also highlighted two bright passion marks.
Glorfindel was pleased. He had seen Erestor last night in the company of the three young nobles, and knew him well enough to realize that he felt the poor relation. It had given him a great deal of satisfaction to outfit his young friend tonight. He was a handsome young elf, but dressed in these clothes he was magnificent. Glorfindel hoped this would be a night to remember.
Legolas stood and beckoned to the empty chair at his side. As he took his seat, Erestor chuckled. “Blink Elladan.”
Having been caught staring, Elladan grinned. “You look amazing tonight.” He pointed to his neck. “They add a certain dash of color!”
Legolas took Erestor’s hand and kissed it before whispering, “The clothes look good baby, but I prefer what is underneath.” They exchanged devilish grins and proceeded to devour their meals.
After dinner Legolas, Erestor and the twins retired to the Hall of Fire to listen to music for a while. When there was a break in the entertainment they departed for a walk through the gardens. It was a nice night and all four were in high spirits.
Soon the elves had departed the garden for the forest’s edge just beyond. Everyone was laughing and enjoying the night air when Elladan grabbed his brother and playfully swung him round. Elrohir responded by laughing and pushing him to the ground. The two rolled around on the grass for only a short while before play gave way to lust. Hands grappled with lacings and clasps as mouths devoured flesh.
Erestor walked toward the trees. He wasn’t interested in watching Elladan take his brother. Legolas glanced at him and then back to the twins. Although he never tired of looking at them, Erestor was his world. He walked over, hooked an arm around the younger elf’s waist and led him into the small glade just beyond.
Erestor stopped, turned and faced Legolas. “Are you always so desirable? You have the power to arouse me with but a touch. I can not resist you this night.”
In a very sultry voice, Legolas replied, “Then do not resist.” He grasped Erestor’s head and kissed him deeply as he slowly divested him of clothes. When Erestor’s legs threatened to give way Legolas laid him on his back and covered him. His kisses were slow and deep. His touch, though gentle, held more demand than on the previous night. Erestor spread his legs and Legolas lay between. He nipped, kissed and licked his way down Erestor’s body, pausing at the nipples only long enough to leave a perfect imprint of his teeth.
When he arrived at the belly button Legolas made an interesting discovery. Erestor was ticklish! The younger elf writhed, trying to escape his tongue, but had little success. He tried to suppress squeaks when a particularly devilish turn of the tongue hit a sensitive spot. Finally Legolas drove him to helpless laughter. The prince was delighted. Never would he have guessed that his hot little lover was ticklish!
All laughter faded away when Legolas licked Erestor’s cock from base to tip. Erestor grabbed handfuls of grass and tried valiantly not to thrust, not that the strong arm across his abdomen would have permitted it. Legolas licked his length as if it were candy. He whorled his tongue around the head, flicked it across and dipped it into the little slit. While Erestor was still reeling from that, Legolas took his length into his mouth. He sucked hard, sliding it in and out at a pace that left Erestor gasping. There is a point of no return for all ellons, and Erestor reached it. When Legolas purred, he came.
Legolas moved back and watched Erestor ride the moment. As soon as he felt the elf capable he said, “Kneel for me.”
As he oiled his fingers, Legolas looked at Erestor in a mixture of adoration and speculation. He thought he knew what the younger elf wanted tonight, and he was quite able to provide it.
“Spread your legs wider Erestor.”
Erestor complied. Legolas knelt behind him and whispered, “Will you yield to me? Do you wish that I take control this night?” When Erestor made no comment, Legolas inserted one finger into the entrance to his body. “Is that what you want from me…to dominate you tonight?”
When he inserted the second finger Erestor rolled his head and pushed back.
“More?”
“Yes”
Legolas inserted three fingers, stretched the opening and asked, “More?”
“Yes”
Legolas bit the crook of Erestor’s neck as he inserted four fingers. He held them in place for a moment before bunching them together and inserting the remainder of his hand. Erestor cried out roughly.
“You have not answered me Erestor. Shall I dominate you tonight? Is that what you want? Shall I master you?”
Erestor took a deep breath and answered, “You can dominate but you shall never master me.”
Legolas lifted an eyebrow. “Lover, you are a brave young elf.” Legolas fisted his hand. “Are you so very certain?” He pulled his fist back and gently thrust it forward.
Between clenched teeth Erestor hissed, “Positive.”
Legolas removed his hand and kissed the blood from Erestor’s neck.
“Lay on your back.”
Erestor heard the steel behind the comment and purred with contentment. He didn’t know how Legolas knew what he wanted, but it was obvious that he did. He lay on the grass and watched as his lover knelt above him. Legolas took his cock in hand and oiled it thoroughly. Never did his eyes leave those of the younger elf. Their gaze was held steady even as he placed Erestor’s knees over his shoulders.
Legolas held the head of his cock at Erestor’s entrance and paused for a moment, listening to breathy pleas. “Possess me. Make me feel it.”
Legolas pushed into him in a slow steady movement. Once fully sheathed he stilled.
“If it is dominance you want, that is what you shall receive.”
Legolas didn’t just thrust, he impaled Erestor. He drove himself in and out with such a force and depth that he knew himself to be on the verge of losing control.
In the meantime, Elladan had taken his brother to climax. While Elrohir lazed on the grass sated and content, Elladan left him and went in search of the others. When he found them, he leaned against a tree for a few moments and watched. Legolas was taking Erestor almost brutally and it aroused Elladan greatly.
When he entered the clearing, Erestor was arched, Legolas driving hard. He picked up the little vial of oil and spread it over his fingers. Legolas’ own movements soon had him impaled on Elladan’s finger. It did not surprise him that the prince did not lessen his movements. He inserted two fingers, thrusting in time with Legolas.
The prince pulled Erestor’s legs from off his shoulders and flipped over onto his back. Erestor straddled his hips, somewhat surprised. Legolas spread his legs wide, but it wasn’t until Elladan pushed him down that Erestor figured out what was about to happen. He leaned forward as far as he could as Elladan entered Legolas. After a few awkward starts, a rhythm was established. Erestor took himself as Elladan took Legolas. The prince came first under the onslaught of both give and take, while Erestor and Elladan came almost simultaneously thereafter.
Erestor quickly moved from Legolas and lay on the grass. The cool night air on his hot skin felt incredible.
Legolas rolled onto his side and said, “Erestor, I am afraid that I did not give you all that you had asked for. I didn’t give you all that I wished or that you needed.”
“You were perfect,” replied Erestor in a dreamy voice.
Elladan asked, “What did I interrupt?”
Legolas looked at Elladan as if he were particularly dense. “You interrupted lovers in the throws of passionate sex. We are in love, but we have had precious little time with one another.”
Elladan raised his eyebrows and looked first at Erestor and then back to Legolas. “Then I owe you, and I always pay my debts.”
The look that Erestor leveled on Elladan could not be misunderstood. “The payment that I desire is something that only Legolas can provide. If you feel a debt, return to your brother and let us spend this time alone.”
Elladan looked from one to the other before taking his leave. Erestor watched him go before turning to Legolas. “In all my days, I have never had so much trouble in finding time alone. What is it with these elves?”
“Once in a while, Elladan enjoys the added dynamic of group sex. He enjoys it a great deal in fact. My guess would be that he simply did not stop to think. I doubt he will make he same mistake twice. You left no doubt in his mind of the undesirability of his presence.”
Erestor grinned. “Now where were we before being so rudely interrupted?”
Elladan walked back to the clearing to find his brother dressed and waiting. He dressed as he spoke. “We need to talk. Come; let us return to our room. They may be along later.”
Elrohir replied, “I take it that they do not wish to be disturbed.”
“No. They do not. We have done them a disservice.”
Elrohir asked, “How so?”
“We…no that isn’t fair…I became so involved in the expanded relationship that I forgot the needs and desires that Legolas and Erestor have beyond those that include us.”
“What brought about this revelation?”
“Legolas made it plain that I had interrupted and Erestor asked me to leave.”
Elrohir beamed. “It is about time!”
Looking somewhat surprised, Elladan replied, “They seemed to enjoy our relationship, so I did not believed my presence to be intrusive.”
“The day is fast approaching when they will put all of this behind them. It is a curiosity and entertainment now, but the attraction is waning.” Elrohir smiled and added, “Both insist that they want this, but neither wishes to see his lover in our arms.”
Elladan smirked. “It certainly took them long enough!”
TBC