A Question of Numbers 11/11
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sbyteTitle: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 11/11
MPAA Rating: R
Summary: Reality sets in
Pairing: Erestor/Legolas
Disclaimer: This is all in fun. The elves and their world belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Warning: This is AU. Master Tolkien is, no doubt, spinning in his grave.
Note: Special thanks to keiliss for putting up with me through the writing, tear down and rewrite of this chapter.
Chapter 11
The following day, Erestor talked Legolas into taking a walk and giving him some space. He had a lot to do, and would be quite busy for a while. During the past few days, he had put things off. Since his work routine would soon resume, it was time to get things done.
Instead of leaving him to wander aimlessly about Imladris, Erestor suggested that Legolas explore the fringes of the forest to the north and led him to one of his favorite spots. They came to a halt in a small clearing surrounded by great old trees and small boulders.
Erestor looked up at the green canopy above and said, “This is the most magical place in all of Imladris. I have a few things to do, but will see you later.”
Legolas was left alone, surrounded by ancient forest. He walked aimlessly for a short while before he was startled almost out of his wits by an unexpected voice.
“You would think that such a famous woodelf would have enough sense of the forest to prevent himself from being approached so totally unaware.”
Legolas whirled around to see Glorfindel casually walking out from behind a huge tree. He shrugged and replied, “There is little need to be on guard this close to Imladris.”
“I’m not here to speak of preparedness,” Glorfindel said coolly. “Erestor is my friend, and over the past few days, I have watched him fall in love. Your sexual conquests have given you quite a reputation, Prince Legolas. While he may believe that you are suddenly going to change after millennia of bedding anything that moves and breaths, few others do. There are many who care for Erestor and none wish to see him hurt.”
“We are in love,” Legolas retorted. “I would never do aught to harm him.”
“See that you keep faith with those sentiments, lest I feel the need to speak with you more firmly concerning this matter,” Glorfindel said in a level voice.
Legolas replied, “I can assure you that will be completely unnecessary.”
Glorfindel nodded, turned and vanished almost as suddenly as he had appeared.
The warrior’s visit brought thoughts of the future to Legolas’ mind. He and Erestor had spent much of last few days lost in a sex induced haze, aware of little but one another. However, the real world was finally making itself known. Could their dreams of love stand up to reality, he wondered, or would they fade and vanish into memory?
Two hours later, Erestor found Legolas lazing by the river, lost in thought. He took a seat across from him. “I am finished with my errand,” he said, grinning. His eyes twinkled as he bit his bottom lip and leaned his head back. In a voice laden with seduction he said, “Have you had anything to eat? I haven’t and am famished.” He then began to slowly open the fastenings of his shirt and continued. “My hunger is great.”
Legolas watched his lover’s shirt slide off his shoulders and be cast aside. Erestor’s dark eyes closed as his fingers played with a nipple. When he moaned in pleasure, Legolas’ head dropped in defeat. He had wanted to talk about their life and future, but Erestor had other ideas. When he was like this, profound thought or rationality simply was not possible.
Legolas grinned and shook his head. “Baby, that is a hunger that I can satisfy.”
“Can you really? Are you certain that you are able?”
Legolas leaned in and kissed Erestor, moving his hand away from the nipple ring and replacing it with his own. Then he asked, “Can you doubt it?”
Erestor chuckled and then gasped. “One can’t be too…oh…careful.” A sharply indrawn breath followed. Then he said, “Convince me.”
Legolas continued toying with the nipple ring. It had become one of his favorite pastimes. It never failed to cause an instant erection. While he played, he leaned in and whispered, “You are incorrigible. How can I carry on a serious conversation when you are so sinfully tempting?”
Erestor smiled. “I don’t wish to discuss anything right now. Mmmm. I do want to be…um…be reminded of your…*gasp*…ability to meet…*another gasp*…my needs, and I am very needy right now.”
Legolas pushed Erestor back and began flicking the nipple ring with his tongue as his hand moved down to stroke a growing erection. The younger elf purred even as he writhed unrestrainedly. His cock finally strained the lacing of his leggings to the point that it demanded attention. Always the attentive lover, Legolas released the laces, and took the thick arousal in hand.
When Erestor began to chant, “please…oh please…take…*indrawn breath*…now…please,” Legolas kissed him but then slowed his stokes.
“No baby. There is nothing to ease the way, and I will *not* dry breach you.”
Erestor moaned pitifully, but the prince would not relent. Instead he said, “I do not like pain, and will *not* give it. I can’t do it baby. That is the one thing that I can not do for you. Rough play is one thing, but never will I purposely hurt you.” Legolas drew Erestor’s hands over his head and asked, “Will you trust me?”
Breathily, Erestor replied, “Yes.”
The prince removed the cord from his lover’s leggings and bound his hands. His eyes roved hungrily over the hard body beneath his own. “How does it feel to lay helpless beneath me?”
In answer Erestor’s body arched. Legolas purred, “I will do with you what I will, and I intend to have fun doing it.” The young elf strained and his muscles trembled. Droplets of sweat developed on his brow, and a thin sheen appeared on his body.
Legolas continued to torment him, playing with his nipples and lightly teasing his thick arousal. When he felt that Erestor could take no more, he took a nipple ring between his teeth and growled. As his lover cried out, he took his cock in hand and squeezed. Erestor thrust as he pumped. When Legolas felt the body beneath him tense, he quickly moved down and deep throated Erestor’s cock. He purred in appreciation and sucked hard. As expected, his lover came quickly. The cries of his release echoed across the forest.
Not far away, Elladan and Elrohir were riding out, bound for the eastern border. A scream split the air and both were instantly on guard.
“What was that?”
“Someone is in trouble. It came from that direction.”
Neither hesitated. Instead, they turned their horses and rode them hard and fast in the direction of the cry. As they neared the clearing, Elrohir circled around and approached from the opposite side. At a prearranged signal from Elladan, both horses burst through the underbrush. The twins looked positively magnificent as they rode in with swords flashing.
Erestor had begun to lace up his leggings when the clearing was invaded. He cursed and dove for safety while Legolas hugged a tree. The twins quickly scanned the clearing for enemies, but found none. Instead their eyes came to rest on two very irritated elves. The picture that they had cut as beautiful avengers melted away to be replaced by sheepish grins, followed by amused snickers.
Through choked laughter Elladan asked, “Did someone scream?”
“We heard cries for help. Who is in need of assistance?” Elrohir could say nothing more. He was all but crying at the hilarity of the sight before him.
Erestor climbed to his feet and glared. “I cried out, but it was not from a desire to be rescued. As for assistance, Legolas is quite capable of handling anything that comes up.”
Legolas looked totally chagrined. He shook his head and asked, “Do you come whenever an elf cries out?”
Erestor walked over and picked his shirt up off of the grass. When he saw what was left of it, his jaw dropped. Elrohir’s horse had left his mark. A hoof had hooked it and left stains as well as an irreparable tear. The twins glanced at each other. The young elf’s salary was relatively low. Although the shirt was just meant for everyday wear, it would make a difference to him. Elrohir jumped off of his horse and searched their packs, till he fished out one of his shirts.
“Here. You can wear this. I am sorry that my horse so thoroughly ruined your shirt.”
Erestor tried to act as if nothing was wrong and said, “You and I are not the same size. It is alright. I’ll just go straight to my rooms.”
Elladan cocked an eyebrow. “No, it is not alright, and you can’t walk through Imladris looking like that. I hate to sound like Adar, but there are elflings about. They don’t need to see you running around looking like you have just had good sex…which you have. Maybe if you lose the jewelry…”
Elrohir cried out, “Leave his *piercings* alone torên!”
At the same time Legolas moaned, “Not the nipple rings!”
Erestor chuckled. “It looks like I will be wearing the shirt.” He took the proffered garment and walked over to stand beside Legolas. The shirt was too large in the shoulders, resulting in its arms falling to cover his hands. While Erestor rolled up one sleeve, Legolas came up behind him and began rolling up the other.
“It needs something.” Legolas removed one of his rings and placed in on Erestor’s finger.
Erestor removed the ring immediately. “I can not wear this. It is too fine. It is meant for one of station and wealth, not a nameless councilor working in Lord Glorfindel’s office.”
Legolas took Erestor’s hand once more. “You are *not* a nameless councilor, and I wish you to wear the ring. I would have my love for you known by all.”
At that point the twins silently melted back into the forest. Their departure, if noted, went uncommented. Instead the couple headed back to the Last Homely House hand in hand.
That night after dinner, there was music in the Hall of Fire. Lindir’s songs were of unrequited love and carnal desire. He made it very obvious that they were directed at the Prince of Mirkwood. Erestor knew of the minstrel’s infatuation, and was not amused.
Legolas and Erestor left the hall early and returned to their room. Despite the earlier tension, they were soon lounging, relaxed and content, on a pile of pillows in front of the fireplace. When Legolas took his hand, Erestor did not think anything of it. When the prince kissed him and initiated sex, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was the look in Legolas’ eyes that finally got his attention. Something was different. He could not have said how he knew this to be so, but Erestor knew.
Legolas lay over Erestor’s body and stilled, looking deeply into the dark eyes that stared back at him with a mixture of curiosity and lust. Softly, Legolas asked, “Erestor, do you love me?”
Erestor answered without a thought, “Of course. You know that don’t you?”
Before replying Legolas gave Erestor a small kiss. A gentle smile then crossed his features before he continued, “No. I don’t mean like that. I mean do you really love me. Not for sex or friendship, but real, true love.”
Erestor looked directly into the blue eyes above him and spoke from the heart. “I love you with all that I am, and all that I ever shall be.”
Legolas asked, “You know that I love you, do you not?”
“Yes, I know that you do. ”
“Erestor, please tell me. Am I the only elf in your heart?”
“There is no other, only you. I’ve never wanted to give to another that which I place into your trust so freely. Before you, only one other had ever…”
“Only one other had ever what?” The blood drained from Legolas’ face. “Oh don’t tell me that!”
“One other took me prior to you. It has been many centuries since I had even considered allowing another to do so. However, I did wish to surrender myself to both you and the twins.” After seeing the spark fade from Legolas’ eyes, Erestor added, “Others have known my lust, but you are the only elf that has ever known my love. You are the only one who ever shall.”
Legolas raised his eyebrows and asked, “You make promises for the future? What if there is another in your life?”
Erestor knew his own mind well and was firm in his resolve. “No. No one will ever know me as you do.”
“How can you say that?”
“I can promise that because what we share is special. No other has ever made me feel the things that I feel when I am with you. No other ever shall, and I would never taint this by allowing another to try.”
Legolas sobered. “Erestor, you said that no other has had you in centuries, and that in your life there has only been one other. Are you telling me that you were practically a virgin?”
Erestor pursed his lips. He knew that Legolas was not going to like hearing this, and he could not blame him. “Yes. I had taken others, but only allowed one other to take me.”
Legolas was horrified. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Erestor bit his lip before replying. “I didn’t speak because of all of the stories told about your sexual exploits. If they are to be believed, you do not care for inexperienced partners and never have. Besides, you would have been tender and gentle, not wanting to hurt me. At that time, I did not want a gentle touch.”
“Did I hurt you greatly?”
Legolas was concerned. He had come to learn that Erestor was not averse to pain accompanying pleasure, though personally he had never found enjoyment in the discomfort, abasement or humiliation of others. The thought that he had brought harm to his lover made him feel sick.
The memory made Erestor wince, confirming Legolas’ fears. “That initial penetration felt like you were cleaving me in twain. After that, it was the most incredible bliss. You really are gifted. But that first thrust was not a good time.” Erestor looked deeply into the blue eyes gazing down on him before saying, “I am no longer willing to share your body or affections with another.”
Legolas started. That had been his line! “What? You don’t. I mean, I won’t”
“Not even a touch. No more Lindirs. I want no other to know your touch, your taste or your flesh in any way. Our love is that which I treasure above all else, and is the one thing that I refuse to share.”
Legolas smiled. “You ask that I forego all others?”
The reply was instant. “Yes.”
Legolas became serious. “There is a condition to my acceptance. I will show you that respect if you return the gesture. Do not expect of me that to which you are not willing to commit.”
Erestor chuckled. “You ask to be the only one to know this body. It is a very small thing to give. I’d have done as much in any event, and you know it.”
“Then, we are agreed?”
“Yes love, we are agreed.”
They shared a tender kiss before making love long into the night. This time it really was love, not sex.
The passage of time did nothing to pale the love that had been born of that vacation so long before. Although separated by distance and duty, their love continued to grow. Through the years, Lord Elrond and King Thranduil managed to find countless imaginative but plausible reasons to send each to the realm of the other.
Centuries after their first kiss in the gardens of Imladris, a wedding ceremony was held. Lords Glorfindel and Elrond stood as family for Erestor. The twins stood as witness and friend to both. King Thranduil conducted the ceremony, a tender expression of complete happiness, pride and love never leaving his face. From above the Valar looked on and smiled. The union of Legolas to Erestor went down in the annals of Middle Earth as one of the greatest loves ever known.
Finis
Author: Sbyte
Beta: Keiliss
Chapter 11/11
MPAA Rating: R
Summary: Reality sets in
Pairing: Erestor/Legolas
Disclaimer: This is all in fun. The elves and their world belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien.
Warning: This is AU. Master Tolkien is, no doubt, spinning in his grave.
Note: Special thanks to keiliss for putting up with me through the writing, tear down and rewrite of this chapter.
Chapter 11
The following day, Erestor talked Legolas into taking a walk and giving him some space. He had a lot to do, and would be quite busy for a while. During the past few days, he had put things off. Since his work routine would soon resume, it was time to get things done.
Instead of leaving him to wander aimlessly about Imladris, Erestor suggested that Legolas explore the fringes of the forest to the north and led him to one of his favorite spots. They came to a halt in a small clearing surrounded by great old trees and small boulders.
Erestor looked up at the green canopy above and said, “This is the most magical place in all of Imladris. I have a few things to do, but will see you later.”
Legolas was left alone, surrounded by ancient forest. He walked aimlessly for a short while before he was startled almost out of his wits by an unexpected voice.
“You would think that such a famous woodelf would have enough sense of the forest to prevent himself from being approached so totally unaware.”
Legolas whirled around to see Glorfindel casually walking out from behind a huge tree. He shrugged and replied, “There is little need to be on guard this close to Imladris.”
“I’m not here to speak of preparedness,” Glorfindel said coolly. “Erestor is my friend, and over the past few days, I have watched him fall in love. Your sexual conquests have given you quite a reputation, Prince Legolas. While he may believe that you are suddenly going to change after millennia of bedding anything that moves and breaths, few others do. There are many who care for Erestor and none wish to see him hurt.”
“We are in love,” Legolas retorted. “I would never do aught to harm him.”
“See that you keep faith with those sentiments, lest I feel the need to speak with you more firmly concerning this matter,” Glorfindel said in a level voice.
Legolas replied, “I can assure you that will be completely unnecessary.”
Glorfindel nodded, turned and vanished almost as suddenly as he had appeared.
The warrior’s visit brought thoughts of the future to Legolas’ mind. He and Erestor had spent much of last few days lost in a sex induced haze, aware of little but one another. However, the real world was finally making itself known. Could their dreams of love stand up to reality, he wondered, or would they fade and vanish into memory?
Two hours later, Erestor found Legolas lazing by the river, lost in thought. He took a seat across from him. “I am finished with my errand,” he said, grinning. His eyes twinkled as he bit his bottom lip and leaned his head back. In a voice laden with seduction he said, “Have you had anything to eat? I haven’t and am famished.” He then began to slowly open the fastenings of his shirt and continued. “My hunger is great.”
Legolas watched his lover’s shirt slide off his shoulders and be cast aside. Erestor’s dark eyes closed as his fingers played with a nipple. When he moaned in pleasure, Legolas’ head dropped in defeat. He had wanted to talk about their life and future, but Erestor had other ideas. When he was like this, profound thought or rationality simply was not possible.
Legolas grinned and shook his head. “Baby, that is a hunger that I can satisfy.”
“Can you really? Are you certain that you are able?”
Legolas leaned in and kissed Erestor, moving his hand away from the nipple ring and replacing it with his own. Then he asked, “Can you doubt it?”
Erestor chuckled and then gasped. “One can’t be too…oh…careful.” A sharply indrawn breath followed. Then he said, “Convince me.”
Legolas continued toying with the nipple ring. It had become one of his favorite pastimes. It never failed to cause an instant erection. While he played, he leaned in and whispered, “You are incorrigible. How can I carry on a serious conversation when you are so sinfully tempting?”
Erestor smiled. “I don’t wish to discuss anything right now. Mmmm. I do want to be…um…be reminded of your…*gasp*…ability to meet…*another gasp*…my needs, and I am very needy right now.”
Legolas pushed Erestor back and began flicking the nipple ring with his tongue as his hand moved down to stroke a growing erection. The younger elf purred even as he writhed unrestrainedly. His cock finally strained the lacing of his leggings to the point that it demanded attention. Always the attentive lover, Legolas released the laces, and took the thick arousal in hand.
When Erestor began to chant, “please…oh please…take…*indrawn breath*…now…please,” Legolas kissed him but then slowed his stokes.
“No baby. There is nothing to ease the way, and I will *not* dry breach you.”
Erestor moaned pitifully, but the prince would not relent. Instead he said, “I do not like pain, and will *not* give it. I can’t do it baby. That is the one thing that I can not do for you. Rough play is one thing, but never will I purposely hurt you.” Legolas drew Erestor’s hands over his head and asked, “Will you trust me?”
Breathily, Erestor replied, “Yes.”
The prince removed the cord from his lover’s leggings and bound his hands. His eyes roved hungrily over the hard body beneath his own. “How does it feel to lay helpless beneath me?”
In answer Erestor’s body arched. Legolas purred, “I will do with you what I will, and I intend to have fun doing it.” The young elf strained and his muscles trembled. Droplets of sweat developed on his brow, and a thin sheen appeared on his body.
Legolas continued to torment him, playing with his nipples and lightly teasing his thick arousal. When he felt that Erestor could take no more, he took a nipple ring between his teeth and growled. As his lover cried out, he took his cock in hand and squeezed. Erestor thrust as he pumped. When Legolas felt the body beneath him tense, he quickly moved down and deep throated Erestor’s cock. He purred in appreciation and sucked hard. As expected, his lover came quickly. The cries of his release echoed across the forest.
Not far away, Elladan and Elrohir were riding out, bound for the eastern border. A scream split the air and both were instantly on guard.
“What was that?”
“Someone is in trouble. It came from that direction.”
Neither hesitated. Instead, they turned their horses and rode them hard and fast in the direction of the cry. As they neared the clearing, Elrohir circled around and approached from the opposite side. At a prearranged signal from Elladan, both horses burst through the underbrush. The twins looked positively magnificent as they rode in with swords flashing.
Erestor had begun to lace up his leggings when the clearing was invaded. He cursed and dove for safety while Legolas hugged a tree. The twins quickly scanned the clearing for enemies, but found none. Instead their eyes came to rest on two very irritated elves. The picture that they had cut as beautiful avengers melted away to be replaced by sheepish grins, followed by amused snickers.
Through choked laughter Elladan asked, “Did someone scream?”
“We heard cries for help. Who is in need of assistance?” Elrohir could say nothing more. He was all but crying at the hilarity of the sight before him.
Erestor climbed to his feet and glared. “I cried out, but it was not from a desire to be rescued. As for assistance, Legolas is quite capable of handling anything that comes up.”
Legolas looked totally chagrined. He shook his head and asked, “Do you come whenever an elf cries out?”
Erestor walked over and picked his shirt up off of the grass. When he saw what was left of it, his jaw dropped. Elrohir’s horse had left his mark. A hoof had hooked it and left stains as well as an irreparable tear. The twins glanced at each other. The young elf’s salary was relatively low. Although the shirt was just meant for everyday wear, it would make a difference to him. Elrohir jumped off of his horse and searched their packs, till he fished out one of his shirts.
“Here. You can wear this. I am sorry that my horse so thoroughly ruined your shirt.”
Erestor tried to act as if nothing was wrong and said, “You and I are not the same size. It is alright. I’ll just go straight to my rooms.”
Elladan cocked an eyebrow. “No, it is not alright, and you can’t walk through Imladris looking like that. I hate to sound like Adar, but there are elflings about. They don’t need to see you running around looking like you have just had good sex…which you have. Maybe if you lose the jewelry…”
Elrohir cried out, “Leave his *piercings* alone torên!”
At the same time Legolas moaned, “Not the nipple rings!”
Erestor chuckled. “It looks like I will be wearing the shirt.” He took the proffered garment and walked over to stand beside Legolas. The shirt was too large in the shoulders, resulting in its arms falling to cover his hands. While Erestor rolled up one sleeve, Legolas came up behind him and began rolling up the other.
“It needs something.” Legolas removed one of his rings and placed in on Erestor’s finger.
Erestor removed the ring immediately. “I can not wear this. It is too fine. It is meant for one of station and wealth, not a nameless councilor working in Lord Glorfindel’s office.”
Legolas took Erestor’s hand once more. “You are *not* a nameless councilor, and I wish you to wear the ring. I would have my love for you known by all.”
At that point the twins silently melted back into the forest. Their departure, if noted, went uncommented. Instead the couple headed back to the Last Homely House hand in hand.
That night after dinner, there was music in the Hall of Fire. Lindir’s songs were of unrequited love and carnal desire. He made it very obvious that they were directed at the Prince of Mirkwood. Erestor knew of the minstrel’s infatuation, and was not amused.
Legolas and Erestor left the hall early and returned to their room. Despite the earlier tension, they were soon lounging, relaxed and content, on a pile of pillows in front of the fireplace. When Legolas took his hand, Erestor did not think anything of it. When the prince kissed him and initiated sex, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was the look in Legolas’ eyes that finally got his attention. Something was different. He could not have said how he knew this to be so, but Erestor knew.
Legolas lay over Erestor’s body and stilled, looking deeply into the dark eyes that stared back at him with a mixture of curiosity and lust. Softly, Legolas asked, “Erestor, do you love me?”
Erestor answered without a thought, “Of course. You know that don’t you?”
Before replying Legolas gave Erestor a small kiss. A gentle smile then crossed his features before he continued, “No. I don’t mean like that. I mean do you really love me. Not for sex or friendship, but real, true love.”
Erestor looked directly into the blue eyes above him and spoke from the heart. “I love you with all that I am, and all that I ever shall be.”
Legolas asked, “You know that I love you, do you not?”
“Yes, I know that you do. ”
“Erestor, please tell me. Am I the only elf in your heart?”
“There is no other, only you. I’ve never wanted to give to another that which I place into your trust so freely. Before you, only one other had ever…”
“Only one other had ever what?” The blood drained from Legolas’ face. “Oh don’t tell me that!”
“One other took me prior to you. It has been many centuries since I had even considered allowing another to do so. However, I did wish to surrender myself to both you and the twins.” After seeing the spark fade from Legolas’ eyes, Erestor added, “Others have known my lust, but you are the only elf that has ever known my love. You are the only one who ever shall.”
Legolas raised his eyebrows and asked, “You make promises for the future? What if there is another in your life?”
Erestor knew his own mind well and was firm in his resolve. “No. No one will ever know me as you do.”
“How can you say that?”
“I can promise that because what we share is special. No other has ever made me feel the things that I feel when I am with you. No other ever shall, and I would never taint this by allowing another to try.”
Legolas sobered. “Erestor, you said that no other has had you in centuries, and that in your life there has only been one other. Are you telling me that you were practically a virgin?”
Erestor pursed his lips. He knew that Legolas was not going to like hearing this, and he could not blame him. “Yes. I had taken others, but only allowed one other to take me.”
Legolas was horrified. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Erestor bit his lip before replying. “I didn’t speak because of all of the stories told about your sexual exploits. If they are to be believed, you do not care for inexperienced partners and never have. Besides, you would have been tender and gentle, not wanting to hurt me. At that time, I did not want a gentle touch.”
“Did I hurt you greatly?”
Legolas was concerned. He had come to learn that Erestor was not averse to pain accompanying pleasure, though personally he had never found enjoyment in the discomfort, abasement or humiliation of others. The thought that he had brought harm to his lover made him feel sick.
The memory made Erestor wince, confirming Legolas’ fears. “That initial penetration felt like you were cleaving me in twain. After that, it was the most incredible bliss. You really are gifted. But that first thrust was not a good time.” Erestor looked deeply into the blue eyes gazing down on him before saying, “I am no longer willing to share your body or affections with another.”
Legolas started. That had been his line! “What? You don’t. I mean, I won’t”
“Not even a touch. No more Lindirs. I want no other to know your touch, your taste or your flesh in any way. Our love is that which I treasure above all else, and is the one thing that I refuse to share.”
Legolas smiled. “You ask that I forego all others?”
The reply was instant. “Yes.”
Legolas became serious. “There is a condition to my acceptance. I will show you that respect if you return the gesture. Do not expect of me that to which you are not willing to commit.”
Erestor chuckled. “You ask to be the only one to know this body. It is a very small thing to give. I’d have done as much in any event, and you know it.”
“Then, we are agreed?”
“Yes love, we are agreed.”
They shared a tender kiss before making love long into the night. This time it really was love, not sex.
The passage of time did nothing to pale the love that had been born of that vacation so long before. Although separated by distance and duty, their love continued to grow. Through the years, Lord Elrond and King Thranduil managed to find countless imaginative but plausible reasons to send each to the realm of the other.
Centuries after their first kiss in the gardens of Imladris, a wedding ceremony was held. Lords Glorfindel and Elrond stood as family for Erestor. The twins stood as witness and friend to both. King Thranduil conducted the ceremony, a tender expression of complete happiness, pride and love never leaving his face. From above the Valar looked on and smiled. The union of Legolas to Erestor went down in the annals of Middle Earth as one of the greatest loves ever known.
Finis
