A Question of Numbers 10/?
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sbyteTitle: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 10/?
MPAA Rating: R
Summary: Alone at last
Pairing: Erestor/Legolas
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.
Chapter 10
The next morning Erestor and Legolas returned to their quarters early. The twins had moaned when they left the bed, but otherwise hadn’t stirred. Once in their own room, they took a nice long bath, and afterward ate a large breakfast.
While munching on a cinnamon roll, Legolas commented, “You probably don’t have many more days off. What do you want to do today, Erestor?”
Without hesitation Erestor answered, “As little as possible. A foursome might be fun at the time but the morning after leaves a lot to be desired.”
Legolas winced as he watched Erestor limp across the room to a soft overstuffed chair and gingerly lower himself. There had to be something that would help his tender lover. He went into the bathroom and rifled around till he found a balm used for scrapes.
Without thinking, he came back into the room and beckoned, “Come and lay down on the bed, love.”
Dark eyes became as wide as saucers. “No! I don’t care how insatiable your sex drive is or how great the need. There is *no* way on Arda that you are going to…”
Legolas held his hands up in a placating gesture, and then held out the balm.
“Of course not. This will help cool the inflammation.”
Erestor shuffled to the bed, shed his pants and lay down. “If that will help, please use it. Use a lot.”
It took willpower not to chuckle, but when the prince saw angry redness, all sign of amusement fled. “Why didn’t you say something last night? You should have told me that you were sore. This need not have happened, and wouldn’t if you had said but a word. A night in the twins’ bed is not worth your pain.”
Mumbling into the pillows, Erestor answered with, “Have you never learned to do two things at once? Put the balm on, or I will do it myself.”
This time Legolas could not suppress a little mirth at his lover’s grousing while he generously applied ointment to the reddened area. Of course, he was the only elf in the room who found any amusement in the situation.
Once finished, he commented, “There. That should dull the pain. No leggings for you today.”
Erestor shuddered at the mere thought of tight leggings. He was wearing loose pants for a very good reason, and fashion had nothing to do with it. His choice of attire had, however, been met with a great deal of approval from his lover.
The day was spent quietly indoors. Legolas had jokingly suggested that they go for a ride, and been cursed roundly. There had been no more mention of outdoor activities made. Instead they read and played chess on the rug.
Both were feeling lazy and relaxed, when a firm knock at the door startled them out of their languor. Legolas jumped up and answered the door. A young elleth with wide eyes stood in the hall. She had never seen the prince before, and now he stood before her clad in leggings, an open tunic, and bare feet.
After taking a moment to enjoy the view and compose herself, she delivered the message that she had been given. “Lord Elrond wishes to see Erestor in his study.”
A moan was heard in the background prompting Legolas to ask, “Did he say what it was about?”
The elleth replied, “No. He simply said that he should come as soon as possible.” Having fulfilled her duty, she left eager to tell her friends about having spoken to the Prince of Mirkwood.
Erestor pulled on a fitted shirt and slipped into a pair of house slippers. He was not about to change into leggings. This was his day off, and he did not feel compelled to endure chafing or irritation simply because his Lord had taken it into his head to call him in. Legolas watched with no small amount of pity as he limped away.
By the time Erestor reached the courtyard, his hitched gait had become pronounced. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he froze in his tracks. This was not going to be fun. He had conveniently managed to forget that Elrond’s office was upstairs. Gritting his teeth, he began the ascent.
As he climbed, he berated himself for not having told anyone that he had been sore last night. It had always been difficult for him to turn down an opportunity to try something new. It was equally difficult to admit to pain. The aftermath of the foursome gave ample evidence that it was not a healthy combination. He really needed to work on that.
Melpomaen watched as Erestor crossed the courtyard, having a very good idea as to what caused the limp. A nosey elf that had ‘happened by’ the twins’ chambers the night before had lost no time in circulating a rumor.
Melpomaen could not help but smile at the priceless look of achievement on the youngster’s face when he reached the second floor. He stepped out of his office and into the hall to intercept him. “Erestor! I thought that this was your day off. What are you doing in *this* wing?”
Erestor sighed, thankful for a reason to pause. “Lord Elrond sent a message that I was to come to his office as soon as possible.”
Melpomaen graced him with a deceptively sweet smile and replied, “You should be on your way then. I would not want to keep you. Run along now.”
Erestor paled. ‘I am not going to be running anywhere.’ Instead of giving voice to that thought, he forced a smile and began shuffling away. He heard Melpomaen’s voice in the background calling, “You need to move faster than that. You don’t want to keep him waiting, do you?”
Finally he reached Elrond’s office. He thanked Elbereth for loose pants, because leggings would have crippled him. He needed more of that ointment. Taking a deep breath he walked in without knocking.
Elrond immediately said, “Take a look at this.”
Erestor took the proffered document, and walked over to the window before beginning to read it. He was not about to sit in the hard guest chairs by the desk if he could help it. The letter was from Celeborn, and addressed orc activity just outside the borders of the Golden Wood. Erestor became deeply immersed in its contents. When Elrond commanded him to sit, he automatically walked to a chair and sat down. He remembered instantly and with great clarity why he wore loose pants. Erestor hissed and winced, but continued to read.
The older elves watched as the young councilor squirmed in his seat. Glorfindel sent Elrond a look that said ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’. The Lord of Imladris did not feel contrite in the least. He struggled to maintain a dignified façade, but the gleam in his eyes gave his merriment away. After the incident at the river, he felt that pay back was not only called for, but fully justified. However, he was a healer at heart and never cruel. After having a little fun he would be sure to examine and treat his young councilor.
In a voice dripping with concern, Elrond asked, “Is there a problem Erestor?”
“Hmmm?”
“Is something wrong? You look painfully uncomfortable.”
Erestor wondered how to tell his lord that he was suffering from the aftermath of too much sex. If his lord’s sons hadn’t been involved, he might simply have answered the question. However he did not believe that even *he* could tell a father that his sons had fucked him raw. No, that was not an option. Instead he opted for partial truth.
“Rough night.”
Elrond returned, “Are you certain? It is obvious that something is amiss. Perhaps you have been taking too much onto yourself. I realize that it is tempting to try to keep up with my sons and Legolas, but they are older and have learned to pace themselves. You should never allow yourself to be thrust into situations that will exceed your body’s level of endurance.
“I will admit that keeping up with all three of them requires a good deal of energy.”
Glorfindel put his head in his hands and groaned. He really did not want to hear this. The rumors about last night were bad enough. His lover had long since given up all attempts at curbing his sons’ excesses with the prince, and none of this really bothered him. However, it did concern Glorfindel that his young friend was becoming caught up in sex games. If Erestor became emotionally involved, he could be badly hurt. That was not going to happen as long as he had anything to say about it. While he did not have authority over the prince, he *could* ensure that the twins stayed away from Erestor…very far away.
Elrond continued, ignoring Glorfindel’s obvious discomfort. “You need to learn where your limits are and not push yourself to do more than you are able to handle.”
Erestor pursed his lips. Surely his lord didn’t know about last night. There was no way. But if he hadn’t known better, he would think that he was being toyed with. An answer was expected, so he responded, “Yes, I may have overextended my reach. Last night was great fun, but in the future I will try not to bite off more than I can swallow.”
“Good. Now go to my room and I will give you an examination. Obviously you have strained something. It is probably nothing that won’t be gone by tomorrow morning with the proper medication.”
“That really isn’t necessary.” Erestor looked toward Glorfindel, hoping for backup. The warrior’s head was turned away. He appeared to be steadfastly ignoring them. There would be no help from that corner.
“I am a healer as well as your Lord. Let us go and get this done.” Elrond knew that even with a medicated salve, it would likely be a long afternoon for his young councilor. Perhaps this would prove encouragement to take more care the next time.
Elrond and Erestor departed leaving Glorfindel free to plan the twin’s next patrol schedule. They would be taking a trip to the eastern borders. It would be good for the morale of the guards who had drawn extended duty. It would also get the twins away from Imladris and his young friend for at least a month. The twins were intelligent elves. They would get the message.
With Erestor at work, Legolas decided that it was time to have a word with the twins. They were just about to leave when he arrived at their door. At another time, he might have felt bad about arriving at an inopportune moment, but not today. Instead he spoke quickly, not giving them a chance to make their apologies and leave.
“I am glad to have caught you both together. We need to talk.”
Elrohir stood aside to allow him to enter. “Of course, come in and tell us what is on your mind.”
The prince had barely reached the den before saying, “I think that you know very well what this is about. It is Erestor.”
Elladan lifted an eyebrow in a very good imitation of his father. “What about him?”
“As hard as it may be for you to believe or accept, I am in love with him.”
The elder twin had known this conversation was coming, but he felt it important that his friend say the words. With that in mind, he casually responded, “Yes, I believe that you mentioned that.”
Legolas forged ahead. “Look, I am very fond of you both. We have done and shared some incredible adventures and unforgettable nights. But our relationship has to change.”
As was the case more often than not, Elrohir was completely unreadable. No one could have guessed that he was thinking ‘about time Legolas’. Instead he asked, “Oh? Have we offended you? What are you trying to say to us?”
Legolas’ pleasant expression and relaxed stance were misleading, but his eyes were not. He did not say these things lightly. A firm resolve was reflected in his reply.
“Instead of playing games in your bed, Erestor and I should be exploring and reveling in the love that we have found. What I am trying to say is that we will not be returning to your bed, nor will you be invited to join us in ours. Our futures are with one another, and our pasts are past. I am asking that you both back off. We need this time together, alone.”
Elrohir did not mince words or sugarcoat them for his friend’s ears. Instead he said, “Make it work Legolas. Do not screw this up. He is the best thing ever to come into your life. You were a fool to allow us that close to him. Don’t make that mistake twice.”
Elladan assured Legolas that they were happy to give their friends all of the time and space that was needed. Once the air had been cleared, all three left for the stables to take a look at the latest arrival from Rohan.
It was dark before Erestor returned to his rooms. Legolas greeted him with a kiss, before giving him a glass of wine to help him to relax. A warm and inviting fire was burning in the fireplace, and dinner was waiting on a small table. It was something that Erestor felt he could definitely get used to.
During dinner, they lightly discussed the ramifications of Celeborn’s report. After placing the dinner tray in the hall, they returned to their unfinished chess game. Legolas had studied the board while his lover was away, and developed what he felt to be a sound strategy. He realized his mistake an hour later when he was checkmated.
“Humph. You will *not* win the next match.” Legolas stared at the board as if to demand that his chess pieces explain themselves.
Erestor smirked. “Yes, I will. But if it makes you feel better, just go on believing that you have even a chance in Mordor.”
The smirk died as realization struck; he was about to pay for that statement. Legolas knew his weakness, as undignified and embarrassing as it was, and took full advantage. He launched himself and began tickling the young elf without mercy. The room resounded with laughter, screams, squeaks and squeals.
Finally Legolas demanded, “Do you concede?”
“Never! Stooooop! Oh..please…stop!”
When the prince rolled on top of Erestor and pinned him to the ground, the laughter stopped. Again concession was requested and denied. A demanding kiss followed. Erestor’s tunic, already loose from their previous antics, was removed and Legolas’ hands explored the hard body beneath him.
Things were just beginning to heat up but had not yet gone too far, when Legolas whispered into his lover’s ear, “Never say never.” That was followed by a gasp as the prince lightly pulled a nipple ring. He once again whispered into his lover’s ear, this time asking, “Will you concede?”
There is only one possible answer to situations where an elf finds his nipple held captive. “Yes. I concede.”
Always graceful in victory, the prince released the fallen elf. Smiling fondly, he helped Erestor to his feet and whispered, “I will win.”
The response was, “No, you won’t, but you are welcome to try.”
Legolas nuzzled Erestor’s neck and asked, “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“I have to be prepared to answer Elrond’s summons, but doubt that I have to go to the offices.”
“Just in case, we should bathe and go to bed. Over the last three nights, it has been close to dawn before we sought its comfort.”
Erestor coughed before replying, “Your memory leaves much to be desired. I was in bed more than out.”
Legolas rolled his eyes. “I meant with the intention of sleeping. Elves do sleep you know.”
Erestor grinned rakishly as he moved toward the bed. “Let’s go to bed then. I am really not tired though. You are going to *have* to help me to relax.”
The prince shook his head. “Not tonight. You are tender, and I will not cause you pain. Besides, I am not as young as I used to be. I need the rest.”
Not deterred in the least, Erestor replied, “You assume that I would be on the receiving end. The thought had occurred that you might take that position tonight. If you are too old and tired though…”
“Mmmm, too old…too tired. I will be happy to give myself to you…in the morning. I love you, now go to sleep.”
Erestor resignedly sighed. “Fine, ancient one. Sleep. But in the morning, you are mine.”
The next morning found Erestor held firmly against his lover’s body. He yawned and stretched, throwing off the last vestiges of sleep. Then good naturedly he said, “Good morning. Did you rest well?”
“Mmm, very,” Legolas replied while nibbling on an elven ear.
Smiling wickedly, Erestor said, “Then I will have you, as we agreed last night. That is, if you are up to it.”
The prince cocked an eyebrow and grinned. He answered, “I would be very happy to show you just how much I am up to this morning.”
Erestor retrieved a vial of oil from the nightstand. “No need to exert yourself.”
Legolas rolled onto his back and gave himself over to his lover. Attention was lavished on every erogenous zone known to the prince, and some that were not. He became caught up in the sensations, and aware of little else. He was the picture of unrestrained sexuality, his body aching and desperate for fulfillment.
“Please, I need…”
Only too happy to oblige, Erestor set about fulfilling the prince’s aborted plea with all of the exuberance and energy he could muster. They had good, hard, uncomplicated sex, followed by a memorable climax.
Legolas looked totally debauched as he lay in an orgasmic haze. Only one more thing was needed to make the picture complete, and Erestor was never one to leave things undone. Teeth pierced the skin on the prince’s neck and a tongue lapped the blood from the wound. Once satisfied, Erestor pulled back and smiled, pleased with the results.
“Very nice.”
Legolas touched his neck. His voice held a hint of disbelief as he commented, “No one has ever marked me before!”
Laughter followed his pronouncement. “Get used to it, lover.” Erestor left the bed and went into the bathing chamber. He was dressed and putting on his boots before Legolas began to freshen up.
Stealthily Erestor began making his way toward the door. He came to a sudden stop, and as if it were an afterthought said, “Oh, by the way, you won’t want to swim or use public baths for a few days.”
“Wha…”
Following the path of Erestor’s eye, Legolas glanced down. Passion marks were all over his chest and abdomen. “Why you little sneak!”
Erestor ran, made it to the hall and didn’t slow down till the dining hall was in sight. He had a smug grin on his face, and was just about to enter when he was grabbed around the waist.
“I will get even with you for that!”
Laughter answered the threat. “It isn’t my fault that your mind was elsewhere.”
“Like Mordor, it isn’t! You were doing a very good job of…”
The doors to the dining room opened, ending the conversation abruptly. When they entered, both wore mischievous grins and twinkling eyes. This set the mood for the entire day.
That night, Legolas tried to make good on his threat, and initially had some limited success. However, Erestor was a master of strategy and adroitly turned the tables. Before he was finished, the prince had been reduced to a mindless mass of quivering flesh.
Erestor’s seductive voice asked, “Are you going to seek revenge again tomorrow, lover?”
“Mmmm, I will make you pay.”
The threat was purred, rendering it totally unconvincing. Legolas lay sated and content. He enjoyed losing to his lover a great deal. His last thought before drifting into reverie was that he would be quite glad to spend all of his nights as Erestor’s eager victim.
TBC…
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 10/?
MPAA Rating: R
Summary: Alone at last
Pairing: Erestor/Legolas
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.
Chapter 10
The next morning Erestor and Legolas returned to their quarters early. The twins had moaned when they left the bed, but otherwise hadn’t stirred. Once in their own room, they took a nice long bath, and afterward ate a large breakfast.
While munching on a cinnamon roll, Legolas commented, “You probably don’t have many more days off. What do you want to do today, Erestor?”
Without hesitation Erestor answered, “As little as possible. A foursome might be fun at the time but the morning after leaves a lot to be desired.”
Legolas winced as he watched Erestor limp across the room to a soft overstuffed chair and gingerly lower himself. There had to be something that would help his tender lover. He went into the bathroom and rifled around till he found a balm used for scrapes.
Without thinking, he came back into the room and beckoned, “Come and lay down on the bed, love.”
Dark eyes became as wide as saucers. “No! I don’t care how insatiable your sex drive is or how great the need. There is *no* way on Arda that you are going to…”
Legolas held his hands up in a placating gesture, and then held out the balm.
“Of course not. This will help cool the inflammation.”
Erestor shuffled to the bed, shed his pants and lay down. “If that will help, please use it. Use a lot.”
It took willpower not to chuckle, but when the prince saw angry redness, all sign of amusement fled. “Why didn’t you say something last night? You should have told me that you were sore. This need not have happened, and wouldn’t if you had said but a word. A night in the twins’ bed is not worth your pain.”
Mumbling into the pillows, Erestor answered with, “Have you never learned to do two things at once? Put the balm on, or I will do it myself.”
This time Legolas could not suppress a little mirth at his lover’s grousing while he generously applied ointment to the reddened area. Of course, he was the only elf in the room who found any amusement in the situation.
Once finished, he commented, “There. That should dull the pain. No leggings for you today.”
Erestor shuddered at the mere thought of tight leggings. He was wearing loose pants for a very good reason, and fashion had nothing to do with it. His choice of attire had, however, been met with a great deal of approval from his lover.
The day was spent quietly indoors. Legolas had jokingly suggested that they go for a ride, and been cursed roundly. There had been no more mention of outdoor activities made. Instead they read and played chess on the rug.
Both were feeling lazy and relaxed, when a firm knock at the door startled them out of their languor. Legolas jumped up and answered the door. A young elleth with wide eyes stood in the hall. She had never seen the prince before, and now he stood before her clad in leggings, an open tunic, and bare feet.
After taking a moment to enjoy the view and compose herself, she delivered the message that she had been given. “Lord Elrond wishes to see Erestor in his study.”
A moan was heard in the background prompting Legolas to ask, “Did he say what it was about?”
The elleth replied, “No. He simply said that he should come as soon as possible.” Having fulfilled her duty, she left eager to tell her friends about having spoken to the Prince of Mirkwood.
Erestor pulled on a fitted shirt and slipped into a pair of house slippers. He was not about to change into leggings. This was his day off, and he did not feel compelled to endure chafing or irritation simply because his Lord had taken it into his head to call him in. Legolas watched with no small amount of pity as he limped away.
By the time Erestor reached the courtyard, his hitched gait had become pronounced. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he froze in his tracks. This was not going to be fun. He had conveniently managed to forget that Elrond’s office was upstairs. Gritting his teeth, he began the ascent.
As he climbed, he berated himself for not having told anyone that he had been sore last night. It had always been difficult for him to turn down an opportunity to try something new. It was equally difficult to admit to pain. The aftermath of the foursome gave ample evidence that it was not a healthy combination. He really needed to work on that.
Melpomaen watched as Erestor crossed the courtyard, having a very good idea as to what caused the limp. A nosey elf that had ‘happened by’ the twins’ chambers the night before had lost no time in circulating a rumor.
Melpomaen could not help but smile at the priceless look of achievement on the youngster’s face when he reached the second floor. He stepped out of his office and into the hall to intercept him. “Erestor! I thought that this was your day off. What are you doing in *this* wing?”
Erestor sighed, thankful for a reason to pause. “Lord Elrond sent a message that I was to come to his office as soon as possible.”
Melpomaen graced him with a deceptively sweet smile and replied, “You should be on your way then. I would not want to keep you. Run along now.”
Erestor paled. ‘I am not going to be running anywhere.’ Instead of giving voice to that thought, he forced a smile and began shuffling away. He heard Melpomaen’s voice in the background calling, “You need to move faster than that. You don’t want to keep him waiting, do you?”
Finally he reached Elrond’s office. He thanked Elbereth for loose pants, because leggings would have crippled him. He needed more of that ointment. Taking a deep breath he walked in without knocking.
Elrond immediately said, “Take a look at this.”
Erestor took the proffered document, and walked over to the window before beginning to read it. He was not about to sit in the hard guest chairs by the desk if he could help it. The letter was from Celeborn, and addressed orc activity just outside the borders of the Golden Wood. Erestor became deeply immersed in its contents. When Elrond commanded him to sit, he automatically walked to a chair and sat down. He remembered instantly and with great clarity why he wore loose pants. Erestor hissed and winced, but continued to read.
The older elves watched as the young councilor squirmed in his seat. Glorfindel sent Elrond a look that said ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’. The Lord of Imladris did not feel contrite in the least. He struggled to maintain a dignified façade, but the gleam in his eyes gave his merriment away. After the incident at the river, he felt that pay back was not only called for, but fully justified. However, he was a healer at heart and never cruel. After having a little fun he would be sure to examine and treat his young councilor.
In a voice dripping with concern, Elrond asked, “Is there a problem Erestor?”
“Hmmm?”
“Is something wrong? You look painfully uncomfortable.”
Erestor wondered how to tell his lord that he was suffering from the aftermath of too much sex. If his lord’s sons hadn’t been involved, he might simply have answered the question. However he did not believe that even *he* could tell a father that his sons had fucked him raw. No, that was not an option. Instead he opted for partial truth.
“Rough night.”
Elrond returned, “Are you certain? It is obvious that something is amiss. Perhaps you have been taking too much onto yourself. I realize that it is tempting to try to keep up with my sons and Legolas, but they are older and have learned to pace themselves. You should never allow yourself to be thrust into situations that will exceed your body’s level of endurance.
“I will admit that keeping up with all three of them requires a good deal of energy.”
Glorfindel put his head in his hands and groaned. He really did not want to hear this. The rumors about last night were bad enough. His lover had long since given up all attempts at curbing his sons’ excesses with the prince, and none of this really bothered him. However, it did concern Glorfindel that his young friend was becoming caught up in sex games. If Erestor became emotionally involved, he could be badly hurt. That was not going to happen as long as he had anything to say about it. While he did not have authority over the prince, he *could* ensure that the twins stayed away from Erestor…very far away.
Elrond continued, ignoring Glorfindel’s obvious discomfort. “You need to learn where your limits are and not push yourself to do more than you are able to handle.”
Erestor pursed his lips. Surely his lord didn’t know about last night. There was no way. But if he hadn’t known better, he would think that he was being toyed with. An answer was expected, so he responded, “Yes, I may have overextended my reach. Last night was great fun, but in the future I will try not to bite off more than I can swallow.”
“Good. Now go to my room and I will give you an examination. Obviously you have strained something. It is probably nothing that won’t be gone by tomorrow morning with the proper medication.”
“That really isn’t necessary.” Erestor looked toward Glorfindel, hoping for backup. The warrior’s head was turned away. He appeared to be steadfastly ignoring them. There would be no help from that corner.
“I am a healer as well as your Lord. Let us go and get this done.” Elrond knew that even with a medicated salve, it would likely be a long afternoon for his young councilor. Perhaps this would prove encouragement to take more care the next time.
Elrond and Erestor departed leaving Glorfindel free to plan the twin’s next patrol schedule. They would be taking a trip to the eastern borders. It would be good for the morale of the guards who had drawn extended duty. It would also get the twins away from Imladris and his young friend for at least a month. The twins were intelligent elves. They would get the message.
With Erestor at work, Legolas decided that it was time to have a word with the twins. They were just about to leave when he arrived at their door. At another time, he might have felt bad about arriving at an inopportune moment, but not today. Instead he spoke quickly, not giving them a chance to make their apologies and leave.
“I am glad to have caught you both together. We need to talk.”
Elrohir stood aside to allow him to enter. “Of course, come in and tell us what is on your mind.”
The prince had barely reached the den before saying, “I think that you know very well what this is about. It is Erestor.”
Elladan lifted an eyebrow in a very good imitation of his father. “What about him?”
“As hard as it may be for you to believe or accept, I am in love with him.”
The elder twin had known this conversation was coming, but he felt it important that his friend say the words. With that in mind, he casually responded, “Yes, I believe that you mentioned that.”
Legolas forged ahead. “Look, I am very fond of you both. We have done and shared some incredible adventures and unforgettable nights. But our relationship has to change.”
As was the case more often than not, Elrohir was completely unreadable. No one could have guessed that he was thinking ‘about time Legolas’. Instead he asked, “Oh? Have we offended you? What are you trying to say to us?”
Legolas’ pleasant expression and relaxed stance were misleading, but his eyes were not. He did not say these things lightly. A firm resolve was reflected in his reply.
“Instead of playing games in your bed, Erestor and I should be exploring and reveling in the love that we have found. What I am trying to say is that we will not be returning to your bed, nor will you be invited to join us in ours. Our futures are with one another, and our pasts are past. I am asking that you both back off. We need this time together, alone.”
Elrohir did not mince words or sugarcoat them for his friend’s ears. Instead he said, “Make it work Legolas. Do not screw this up. He is the best thing ever to come into your life. You were a fool to allow us that close to him. Don’t make that mistake twice.”
Elladan assured Legolas that they were happy to give their friends all of the time and space that was needed. Once the air had been cleared, all three left for the stables to take a look at the latest arrival from Rohan.
It was dark before Erestor returned to his rooms. Legolas greeted him with a kiss, before giving him a glass of wine to help him to relax. A warm and inviting fire was burning in the fireplace, and dinner was waiting on a small table. It was something that Erestor felt he could definitely get used to.
During dinner, they lightly discussed the ramifications of Celeborn’s report. After placing the dinner tray in the hall, they returned to their unfinished chess game. Legolas had studied the board while his lover was away, and developed what he felt to be a sound strategy. He realized his mistake an hour later when he was checkmated.
“Humph. You will *not* win the next match.” Legolas stared at the board as if to demand that his chess pieces explain themselves.
Erestor smirked. “Yes, I will. But if it makes you feel better, just go on believing that you have even a chance in Mordor.”
The smirk died as realization struck; he was about to pay for that statement. Legolas knew his weakness, as undignified and embarrassing as it was, and took full advantage. He launched himself and began tickling the young elf without mercy. The room resounded with laughter, screams, squeaks and squeals.
Finally Legolas demanded, “Do you concede?”
“Never! Stooooop! Oh..please…stop!”
When the prince rolled on top of Erestor and pinned him to the ground, the laughter stopped. Again concession was requested and denied. A demanding kiss followed. Erestor’s tunic, already loose from their previous antics, was removed and Legolas’ hands explored the hard body beneath him.
Things were just beginning to heat up but had not yet gone too far, when Legolas whispered into his lover’s ear, “Never say never.” That was followed by a gasp as the prince lightly pulled a nipple ring. He once again whispered into his lover’s ear, this time asking, “Will you concede?”
There is only one possible answer to situations where an elf finds his nipple held captive. “Yes. I concede.”
Always graceful in victory, the prince released the fallen elf. Smiling fondly, he helped Erestor to his feet and whispered, “I will win.”
The response was, “No, you won’t, but you are welcome to try.”
Legolas nuzzled Erestor’s neck and asked, “Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“I have to be prepared to answer Elrond’s summons, but doubt that I have to go to the offices.”
“Just in case, we should bathe and go to bed. Over the last three nights, it has been close to dawn before we sought its comfort.”
Erestor coughed before replying, “Your memory leaves much to be desired. I was in bed more than out.”
Legolas rolled his eyes. “I meant with the intention of sleeping. Elves do sleep you know.”
Erestor grinned rakishly as he moved toward the bed. “Let’s go to bed then. I am really not tired though. You are going to *have* to help me to relax.”
The prince shook his head. “Not tonight. You are tender, and I will not cause you pain. Besides, I am not as young as I used to be. I need the rest.”
Not deterred in the least, Erestor replied, “You assume that I would be on the receiving end. The thought had occurred that you might take that position tonight. If you are too old and tired though…”
“Mmmm, too old…too tired. I will be happy to give myself to you…in the morning. I love you, now go to sleep.”
Erestor resignedly sighed. “Fine, ancient one. Sleep. But in the morning, you are mine.”
The next morning found Erestor held firmly against his lover’s body. He yawned and stretched, throwing off the last vestiges of sleep. Then good naturedly he said, “Good morning. Did you rest well?”
“Mmm, very,” Legolas replied while nibbling on an elven ear.
Smiling wickedly, Erestor said, “Then I will have you, as we agreed last night. That is, if you are up to it.”
The prince cocked an eyebrow and grinned. He answered, “I would be very happy to show you just how much I am up to this morning.”
Erestor retrieved a vial of oil from the nightstand. “No need to exert yourself.”
Legolas rolled onto his back and gave himself over to his lover. Attention was lavished on every erogenous zone known to the prince, and some that were not. He became caught up in the sensations, and aware of little else. He was the picture of unrestrained sexuality, his body aching and desperate for fulfillment.
“Please, I need…”
Only too happy to oblige, Erestor set about fulfilling the prince’s aborted plea with all of the exuberance and energy he could muster. They had good, hard, uncomplicated sex, followed by a memorable climax.
Legolas looked totally debauched as he lay in an orgasmic haze. Only one more thing was needed to make the picture complete, and Erestor was never one to leave things undone. Teeth pierced the skin on the prince’s neck and a tongue lapped the blood from the wound. Once satisfied, Erestor pulled back and smiled, pleased with the results.
“Very nice.”
Legolas touched his neck. His voice held a hint of disbelief as he commented, “No one has ever marked me before!”
Laughter followed his pronouncement. “Get used to it, lover.” Erestor left the bed and went into the bathing chamber. He was dressed and putting on his boots before Legolas began to freshen up.
Stealthily Erestor began making his way toward the door. He came to a sudden stop, and as if it were an afterthought said, “Oh, by the way, you won’t want to swim or use public baths for a few days.”
“Wha…”
Following the path of Erestor’s eye, Legolas glanced down. Passion marks were all over his chest and abdomen. “Why you little sneak!”
Erestor ran, made it to the hall and didn’t slow down till the dining hall was in sight. He had a smug grin on his face, and was just about to enter when he was grabbed around the waist.
“I will get even with you for that!”
Laughter answered the threat. “It isn’t my fault that your mind was elsewhere.”
“Like Mordor, it isn’t! You were doing a very good job of…”
The doors to the dining room opened, ending the conversation abruptly. When they entered, both wore mischievous grins and twinkling eyes. This set the mood for the entire day.
That night, Legolas tried to make good on his threat, and initially had some limited success. However, Erestor was a master of strategy and adroitly turned the tables. Before he was finished, the prince had been reduced to a mindless mass of quivering flesh.
Erestor’s seductive voice asked, “Are you going to seek revenge again tomorrow, lover?”
“Mmmm, I will make you pay.”
The threat was purred, rendering it totally unconvincing. Legolas lay sated and content. He enjoyed losing to his lover a great deal. His last thought before drifting into reverie was that he would be quite glad to spend all of his nights as Erestor’s eager victim.
TBC…
