A Question of Numbers

Title: A Question of Numbers
Author: Sbyte
Beta: keiliss – Thanks Sweetie!
(Any remaining mistakes are mine.)
Chapter 4/9
MPAA Rating: R
EOAS Rating: Orange
Summary: Things don’t always work out as planned.
Pairing: Erestor/Legolas, Glorfindel/Elrond
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 4

Erestor and Legolas strolled down the path hand in hand. Neither made any pretense or attempt at subtlety. They were strongly attracted to one another and both knew it. Legolas was only visiting though and that did create hesitancy in Erestor. He drew the line at transitory relationships. He was *not* the one night stand type of elf.

Not one for beating around the bush Erestor asked, “Just how extended is your vacation going to be? How long do you intend to remain in Imladris?”

“If nothing happens to call me away, I will spend a year or two in Imladris. You have never been to Mirkwood, have you?”

“No.”

Legolas stopped and drew Erestor near.

“You should visit my home some day.”

“If there were a reason to go, something more than the prospect of tourism, I might consider it if the opportunity were to arise.”

Legolas let his fingers brush Erestor’s lips before leaning in and slowly, lazily and thoroughly kissing him breathless. “I can give you a reason to go, and create the opportunity.” A long elegant finger hooked a nipple ring and gently pulled causing a sharp intake of breath. “Just say the word.”

Legolas’ free hand found its home on Erestor’s derriere while the other refused to relinquish its hold on the captive nipple. Then in a kiss laden with passion and the promise of raw sex, Legolas claimed Erestor with his mouth.

Neither elf was prepared for the soul deep feelings that were born of that kiss. Legolas’ visions of a quick seduction vanished into the night air. Erestor’s fantasies of thorough ravishment evaporated with the wind. When they looked into one another’s eyes, both saw the knowledge that their relationship was about to develop into something more than either had envisioned.

For a few frozen moments the elves simply stared at one another. Legolas’ eyes then softened and he began stroking Erestor’s long dark hair. He had seen into the very depths of Erestor’s soul and touched the core of his being. This was not and never had been a casual encounter. Erestor was looking at him with uncertain and slightly confused eyes but this was not the time to speak of things that neither was ready to accept. Instead he smiled down at Erestor and kissed him gently. Then speaking words that had never before left his lips Legolas whispered, “I think that I could fall in love with you.”

Erestor’s eyes were wide and his voice soft as he replied, “I think that I already have. How is this possible? I don’t understand what just happened.”

Legolas smiled softly. “Come. Let us go back inside. We shall speak of this tomorrow when we are more rested.”

“Stay with me? Let me sleep in your arms tonight.” Erestor had no idea what had made him say or even desire such a thing, but there it was. He craved Legolas’ nearness.

Had Erestor been thinking clearly, the prince’s reply might have raised questions in his mind. Legolas responded, “Not even the twins’ bed could draw me from you tonight.”

It never occurred to Erestor that by mentioning the twins’ bed, Legolas had just indicated their relationship went beyond friendship.

Neither elf was entirely certain what the ramifications of this night might be. As they walked arm in arm back to the Last Homely House both were lost in their own thoughts. By the time they arrived at the twins’ rooms, Elladan and Elrohir were fast asleep. Legolas and Erestor stripped off and quietly slipped into bed and a deep peaceful sleep.

The next morning arrived much too early for the twins who did not have the luxury of a day off. Just as they were about to bemoan the sad state of affairs, Elrohir noted blonde hair in the bed across the room. He elbowed Elladan and motioned with his head toward Erestor’s bed. The twins practically beamed. Both thought the match would be perfect but neither thought it would happen nearly so quickly.

They had discussed the match before Legolas’ arrival and had at first been apprehensive. Even though Legolas was their dearest friend, he had a reputation for using elves and the reputation was not without some merit. Legolas did not sleep with his bed partners. He took elves for sexual pleasure and made certain that they knew it. He fucked them and left them. He was very aware of his position and never allowed another to believe they had a claim or hold on the Prince of Mirkwood. Once in a while the sex would last through the night, but that was the only time he met the morning with a bed partner. Yet after only one night, he lay asleep with Erestor in his arms. Elladan was amazed. Elrohir was almost giddy.

The twins quietly grabbed some clothes and a comb before making their way to the den. They dressed in silence, smiles firmly in place. When they walked into the Dining Hall for breakfast they were still smiling. No one asked, although many wondered, what had caused such a merry mood at this early hour.

When Erestor finally woke he was held in strong arms against a warm body. He turned in the embrace to find smiling blue eyes gazing back at him. The sight was lovely but he was sleepy. He rubbed his eyes, lowered his head and yawned into Legolas’ chest before looking back up at the amused blonde.

“Good morning,” Erestor mumbled.

“Afternoon”

Erestor whispered, “Afternoon? How long have you been awake?”

“A while. Elladan was in earlier. His workday has already ended.”

“I should say something like ‘you should have woken me” but it would be more honest to thank you for letting me sleep. You are incredibly comfortable.”

With one eyebrow cocked Legolas asked, “You dare call the infamous Prince of Mirkwood comfortable?”

A sleepy smile greeted the false outrage. “MmmmHmmm”

Legolas snickered. “I have become a pillow.”

Erestor cuddled closer. “Mmmm”

Legolas sat up and pulled the covers back. “As much as I would love to spend the rest of the day in bed with you, we need to get up.”

Erestor’s answer was a groan of protest.

Legolas smiled. “You are worse than me. Get up you lazy elf.”

In a pleading tone Erestor asked, “Do we absolutely have to?”

“Yes. Elladan will return within the hour. Come on. Let’s get a bath. Maybe it will help you wake up.”

Erestor grinned. All too eagerly he replied, “OK”

Legolas cocked an eyebrow at the sudden change of attitude, but rose and headed to the bath. Erestor followed close behind.

The bath was an interesting affair. Erestor was feeling playful whereas Legolas was trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. Erestor was a sexy thing anyway but when he set his mind to it, he was just awesome. He set his mind to it. His intended goal was the bringing of one Legolas Greenleaf to his figurative knees.

As Erestor tipped his head back immersing his long dark hair in the water, the assault on Legolas’ senses began. The graceful arch of his neck and the tensed muscles of his chest created a line that immediately grabbed the blonde’s attention. When he raised his head a strand of wet hair clung to his cheek. Drops of water beaded on his skin and ran rivulets across his flesh. Legolas bit his bottom lip as damp hair and glistening wet skin conjured a vivid vision of sweaty sex.

Erestor was amused. He had yet to do anything and Legolas was already becoming hard. Casually he leaned back against the edge of the tub and began lathering his chest. Once it was good and soapy, his fingers began trailing patterns in the suds. Legolas watched as Erestor’s hands slid progressively lower trailing suds into the water and across his stomach, hips, and then between his legs. He lathered himself well till he was thick, partially erect and well coated in suds. Only then did his hands slowly slide down to his thighs.

Once Legolas’ mouth had gone dry and his ability to appear unaffected was completely gone, Erestor casually asked, “Aren’t you going to bathe Legolas?”

Erestor’s hand returned to his cock sliding soap along its length, working up a good lather and full erection in the process. His hand continued to move up and down, spreading the soap along his length and making himself larger still. Dropping lower, one hand cupped his testicles while the other drew a leg up to his chest. Erestor was flaunting himself shamefully and Legolas was entranced.

Erestor’s attentions turned back to his cock, stroking, squeezing and playing. His nimble fingers then began to pet and pleasure the plump head. When they grazed the slit, he moaned loudly, threw his head back and began pumping hard. Legolas watched as Erestor came undone under his own hand. The twins had warned him that the younger elf had insecurities, but he had yet to see any sign.

The pumping steadily increased in pace and the moans became louder until Erestor arched and cried out his release. After riding the orgasm to its end he sighed; relaxed, sated and satisfied. Then in an amiable voice he said, “Aaah. That was nice.”

Legolas gave an amused chuckle. Erestor’s little show had left him hard as a stone. It had, of course, been quite deliberate and done with the knowledge that this state of affairs could not stand. Legolas had not intended to instigate anything, but was sorely tempted to throw caution to the wind and impale the younger elf on his incredibly needy cock.

Instead he closed his eyes and slowly stoked himself. An intense wave of heat and pleasure washed over him when his hand was replaced by another. A soft moan issued from his lips as Erestor’s hand ghosted over his sensitive skin, his fingers tracing the vein running the cock’s length before circling the head. Then feeling a bit evil, Erestor let his fingers slide over the slit in feather light movements that had Legolas arching for more.

“Ai Erestor. Please…harder…oh….I need…” And so went the chant.

Legolas begged and Erestor denied. Instead he tickled and teased the cock until real desperation entered Legolas’ voice. That was what he had been waiting for. He could take what he wanted with absolutely no interference. The prince was on his figurative knees.

Erestor brought his hands around Legolas’ hips and eased him to the side of the tub, spreading his legs wide Erestor knelt and eyed the large erection standing at attention before him. Then giving Legolas the sweetest of smiles, he took the cock’s engorged head into his mouth. His tongue flicked across the slit lightly taking just a taste, just that little drop of pre ejaculate. Legolas tried to thrust but was denied. Erestor gave a small suck just before taking the length completely in one swift move. Legolas cried out, tangled a hand in Erestor’s hair and held onto the edge of the tub as if life itself depended on it. Erestor worked his mouth along the length fast and hard enjoying the incoherent moans, pleas and cries. Finally feeling the climax near, he took the cock deep into his throat and purred. Arching hard, Legolas cried out and erupted, shooting milky seed into Erestor’s mouth and down his throat.

Elladan had arrived early enough to hear most of Legolas’ moans and entreaties. This time Erestor’s presence in the bath was beyond question and it sounded like Legolas was enjoying it immensely. He retreated to the office, had some tea and waited. When the two elves finally emerged from the bedroom, Elladan smirked. “Did you enjoy your bath?”

The question had been aimed at Legolas, but Erestor answered, “Yes, I enjoyed it quite a lot even if it was much too short for my tastes”

Elladan cleared his throat so as not to laugh at the expression on Legolas’ face.

Erestor started toward the door saying, “I am going to the kitchen. Do you want something Legolas?”

Elladan answered, “No need. While you *bathed* I ordered a tray be sent up.”

“You are a real friend Elladan.”

“I know. I know…a champion among elves.” Elladan rolled his eyes. “Now go eat something…food this time Erestor. When you are finished you might want to check the furniture that was delivered to your room earlier. The men that delivered it said that you had ordered it from a carpenter in Bree.”

Erestor smiled. “Good. I had wondered if it would arrive before I moved in.”

After devouring every last scrap on the tray, Erestor went to his new room to check out the new arrival. That left Elladan and Legolas free to talk.

Stating the obvious Elladan remarked, “You are moving fast Legolas.”

Legolas snorted. “Talk to Erestor. He is not shy is he?”

Elladan smiled at the thought. “Only rarely.”

After taking a deep breath Legolas said, “He has done what I had not thought possible.”

“Um…I am not acquainted with his skills so…”

Legolas stood and walked across the room. “He has taken my heart.”

It was probably for the best that Legolas’ back was turned because Elladan’s jaw dropped and an expression akin to utter disbelief appeared on his face. He covered quickly exchanging the shocked expression for one of serious consideration. Real love between elves involved permanency and commitment, two things he was not certain Legolas was capable of.

“That is not a thing to say lightly.”

The reply to that piece of wisdom was a hissed, “Don’t you think I know that?”

“Are you telling me that you have fallen in love with Erestor?”

Legolas looked bemused. “I am afraid so. You never thought you would see the day, did you?”

This brought a smile. “Nay, I did not. Neither did a large percentage of the population of Arda. Are you certain? You have only just met him. It is awfully soon to be talking of love, don’t you think? He is incredibly handsome. Maybe you are simply…”

“I am well acquainted with lust and this is not it. I felt him. When we kissed I felt him.”

Elladan raised his eyebrows in question. “How do you mean?”

Quietly, in a subdued voice, Legolas responded, “Inside, I felt him within me.”

Elladan gasped. “You felt him? That is not possible unless…”

“Unless we are bonded, but we are not and yet I did. Does he have the power of mental touch? Ada, Glorfindel, Celeborn and Galadriel do, but even they are limited in the depth they can achieve. It did not feel as if there were any limits to Erestor’s ability.”

“No. Erestor does not have the power of mental touch. Does he know?” This was strange. Elladan would have loved to have his father there. He might have heard of such things and known what was going on.

“Does he know that I have fallen in love? He knows. No one has ever had such an effect on me.”

Elladan kept all emotion from his face and voice as he asked, “What was his reaction?”

“He told me that he thinks he has fallen in love with me.” Disbelief, resignation and humor combined to create an expression that was surely unique in Arda. “A kiss…all it took was a kiss and we fell. Granted it was a really good kiss, but Valar! I can’t explain it.”

Elladan put a hand on Legolas’ shoulder. “You don’t have to. This is something that I understand well. You have found the other half of your soul. What I do not understand is how you felt what is shared only in a bond. Elrohir and I have known it since birth, but you and Erestor…you are not bound.”

“I wasn’t looking for this.”

With a gentle voice Elladan responded, “Love has found you all the same. What are you going to do?”

“Erestor and I need to talk.” Legolas wasn’t certain how to begin the discussion or when. He did not know how much to say or what to leave out. A lot he supposed would depend on Erestor and his reactions.

“I will talk to Elrohir for you. We both want to help you make this work. How much distance do you want to put on our relationship?”

“I have known and loved you for centuries. I have loved Erestor for a day. While that love is strong, it does not alter how I feel about you.” Legolas said nothing for a moment, but looked pensive. “Does he know the nature of our relationship?”

Elladan shrugged. “Beyond friendship? I doubt it.”

Erestor had been pleased with his purchase. The carpenter had shown incredible skill and done an amazing job. Even so, he found it impossible to focus on and appreciate the workmanship.

His behavior of late had left him confused and in need of advice. In this arena, there was only one elf in Imladris whose opinion he trusted. Erestor walked into Glorfindel’s office without a knock and flopped down unceremoniously into the big chair in the center of the room.

Glorfindel looked up in surprise. “What are you doing here? You do not work today.”

“I need some advice.”

Glorfindel put down the documents in front of him and crossed the room to sit beside Erestor. He would never turn the youngster away.

“OK. Tell me how I can help you.”

Without so much as an introduction to topic or word of warning Erestor replied, “Tell me what it feels like when you are in love.”

A lump formed in the warrior’s throat. He would have expected anything but this. Glorfindel masked his surprise and asked, “Why? Do you think that you have fallen in love Erestor?”

Completely frustrated, Erestor puffed, “How would I know?”

Glorfindel tried to radiate calm because Erestor was bursting with impatience. He explained, “Love can take many forms. The truest love that can exist between elves is a very special thing. It can literally be a melding of two souls into one. Two hearts begin to beat as if for one body. The lives of the elves so blessed become intertwined to the point that one cannot exist without the other.

“Many elves never find their bonded mate, and yet still know love and happiness in their lives. Elrond and Celebrian found love, but it was not the love shared by Galadriel and Celeborn. Instead it was the love of life companions and friends. They were very happy together and raised a lovely family. ”

Erestor decided to try another approach. “You were in love once. Why did you decide to take lovers? Do you no longer feel those things?”

Glorfindel looked away. “I am very deeply in love but not with the one to whom you refer. In Gondolin I did fall in love. He died when the city fell. When I was returned to Arda, I still carried memories of that love. It was Celebrian’s departure that caused me to analyze my feelings. The love I felt in Gondolin was real, but it was not the soul deep love that I hoped one day to find.”

Erestor really wanted to move this conversation along so he prompted, “And that is when you began to take lovers.”

Glorfindel shook his head in the negative. “No. You misunderstand. I did not take lovers. I took companionship. It is only recently that love has returned to my life. Why are you asking about love? Is it Legolas?”

Erestor sighed. “Yes. I think that I may have fallen in love but I’m not certain how or when it happened. One moment it was lust and the next it was more.” Then leaning forward in his chair he asked, “You are in love with someone here? Really? Who?”

Glorfindel could not repress a chuckle. The young one was going to be a horror to live with until he found out who the mystery lover was. Instead of answering the question, he posed one of his own. “Are you are certain that it is love?”

Rolling his eyes and talking as if to a child instead of one of the oldest elves on Arda, Erestor answered “No. That is why I asked.”

It never ceased to amuse Glorfindel or amaze others that Erestor had the gall to treat the ‘Mighty Balrog Slayer’ like an ignorant elfling in need of elucidation. His hand covered his smile before he continued.

“You said it was more. How so?”

Erestor leaned forward. Now he was getting somewhere.

“When we are together I find myself touching him all of the time. I can’t seem to help it. I want to have sex almost constantly and that is just *not* like me. When we kissed something stirred inside. Ever since then I haven’t been able to get enough of him. We haven’t gone far, but it is starting to become physically painful, like an ache that won’t go away. I told him that it might be love, but how can I be certain? That is why I need your advice. Do you think that I am in love? It isn’t the way I envisioned it to be. I feel as if I am totally out of control and it is frightening.

Glorfindel squirmed in his chair. Were it anyone else he would tell him to go fuck his brains out and all would become clearer in the morning. Erestor was different though. He had not taken a lover in all his time in Imladris, and it was certainly not because he hadn’t had the opportunity. Now all of a sudden he had sex on the brain. Then there was the question of love. What had he ever done to the Valar to be tasked with giving Erestor advice on love? There wasn’t an elf in Middle Earth that was good enough for him, but it sounded like he had already fallen for the Prince of Mirkwood. Of all the elves in Arda, why did it have to be him? The kiss concerned him. Thranduil could mind touch, but so far as he knew the son could not. Perhaps he was wrong?

“Just so I am clear, he has the ability to touch your mind?”

Erestor replied, “Not like you do. It is different, deeper.”

“Can you be more specific?”

Erestor bit his lip. “You will think this strange. It felt like he…I don’t know…bumped into my soul? I know it is impossible but I don’t know how else to explain it.”

Glorfindel felt his heart lurch. “It is not impossible, but let me first speak to Elrond. You wanted to know what it is like to love another. When it is right, there is no better feeling. Yes, it can be frightening. It involves trusting another so totally that you are willing to give your heart into their keeping. My advice is to explore this. If you find yourself feeling lost, confused or in pain come to me. The reason does not matter. My door is always open to you.”

“Thank you. I am not sure I understand much more than when I arrived, but I will heed your words.” Erestor did not feel that his original question had been answered to his satisfaction, but Glorfindel was a wise elf. If he advised exploring the feelings he was experiencing, he would do it.

That night Legolas and Erestor arrived in the Dining Hall together. They were holding hands and sporting expressions most often found on the faces of new lovers. The sight of two of the most handsome elves on Arda walking hand in hand was enough to give rise to quite a bit of fantasy as well as no small amount of jealousy. Many were the elves who had aspired to become Erestor’s lover and many were the elves who had aspired to be more than a one night stand for the Prince of Mirkwood, yet none had seen those desires realized. However all agreed that the two made a breathtaking couple.

After dinner, everyone retired to the Hall of Fire for an evening of song. It was late when Elladan and Elrohir went back to their room. At that point Legolas and Erestor left for the stables and a midnight ride to the Bruinen. The moon was full and the stars bright. It was a perfect night for lovers. Once at the river, they let the horses wander and found a wonderful little spot right at the water’s edge.

“Now we talk.” Legolas wanted to get the inevitable discussion out of the way so they could enjoy the night more completely.

Erestor shook his head and looked to the sky. “You couldn’t have picked a different time and place?”

This almost drew a chuckle. Instead Legolas forged ahead with the words he knew needed to be said. “You barely know me, yet profess love.”

It was with an uncharacteristic nervousness that Erestor answered. “Call it what you like. We have only just met and yet the feelings that stir my soul run deep. I do not pretend to understand them.”

Legolas sighed. “I know the feelings you speak of and feel them as well. Last night you asked me what was happening. We are feeling the pull of true elven love I think. We need to go slowly, give this time and see what develops.”

Erestor responded with the truth. “I know much about a great many things Legolas, but love is not one of them. One thing that I do know is that I very much want a kiss.”

Legolas turned Erestor’s face toward him and wondered once again at the beauty of the dark elf. Then they kissed. It was a slow, lazy kiss. Legolas’ body pressed Erestor back onto the grass as the kiss deepened. Both elves were becoming lost in a world of passion. They were, that is, until shouts rent the air.

Legolas moved off of Erestor who was rolling his eyes. “I changed rooms and still it isn’t enough! He even follows me to the river! This tears it!”

The voices were close. In fact they were just around the bend. Harrumphing, Erestor marched forward with purpose leaving Legolas to struggle with open clasps and loose leggings.

“Glorfindel, I can not believe it! Where do I have to…OH!”

Glorfindel and Elrond were naked as the day that they were born and it was not for the sake of a midnight swim.

Legolas appeared at about this time, still straightening his tunic. He almost bumped into Erestor before he also saw the two elder elves. Clearing his throat and smirking, he offered a polite greeting to the two great lords. “Lord Elrond. Lord Glorfindel. A beautiful night is it not?”

The moonlight was bright so both of the younger elves could plainly see that Elrond was blushing to his roots and his rather outstanding erection was fading fast.

“Um…Well…Um…Yes. Nice night. It is beautiful indeed.”

Glorfindel was completely unconcerned about the rather compromising position in which he and Elrond now found themselves. He replied, “You ruined the moment, so you might as well join us for a bit of wine and cheese.” He pretended not to notice Elrond’s glare. Instead he enjoyed watching the two ever poised young elves before him struggle to contain their astonishment.

Legolas took Erestor’s hand and answered, “No, thank you, it is time for us to be getting back. Good night.”

Erestor tossed a saucy wink at Glorfindel and sauntered away in search of the horses. Once safely out of ear shot, both elves exploded into laughter.

Legolas blurted out, “Did you see Elrond’s face?”

“I saw a lot more than his face! The council chamber will never be the same!” Erestor could barely contain himself at the thought.

“What a pair!”

Erestor chortled and added, “When Glorfindel invited us to stay for wine I thought Elrond was going to throttle him.” Legolas didn’t respond right away, prompting Erestor to ask, “Did you want to stay?”

Legolas watched for Erestor’s reaction as he replied. “No it isn’t that. I just wondered if the thought of staying shocked you.”

Not quite understanding what Legolas was getting at Erestor replied, “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“They were having sex. Did the thought that Glorfindel invited us to have some wine in such an intimate setting disturb you?”

Erestor shrugged and chuckled. “No, it did not. Although I work with them both and it is going to be impossible not to think about this when I next see Elrond.”

“What of Glorfindel?”

“Nothing surprises me coming from Glorfindel.” Erestor was smirking at the thought. The ancient elf was as unpredictable as they came.

This did surprise Legolas. For some reason, he had always thought the old warrior would lead a fairly sedate lifestyle. “So he might have been sincere in the invitation?”

Erestor quirked a smile when he realized that Legolas didn’t know all that much about Glorfindel. “He wouldn’t have asked if he had not meant it. One thing about Glorfindel, he is not shy.”

Legolas smoothly shifted the subject. He had toyed with an idea since meeting Erestor, and he thought it time to probe the matter just a bit further. “Have you ever thought of being with more than one elf?”

“Ummm. Of course. Everyone has thoughts.” Erestor closed his eyes and smiled.

With more interest than his voice betrayed Legolas asked, “Elrohir and Elladan?”

The look Erestor gave Legolas was one of disbelief. “Have you ever slept mere feet from the twins as they made love and *not* thought about them?”

“No. There are the horses.” His question had just been answered making Legolas a happy elf.

The two elves rode back to Imladris at a gallop. The night air on their still heated skin was invigorating. By the time they finally rolled back into the twin’s quarters, both sported flushed skin and disheveled hair. If they hadn’t smelled like horse, one would have thought they had just enjoyed a round of good sex.

“You two look like you had a fine time tonight, but you smell like the bad end of my horse.” Subtlety was just not something that Elladan could pull off at three in the morning, so he did not even try. “The bath is that way.”

If Elladan wanted to toss words about, Erestor would play. “Ah. You are awake! We saw your father just a moment ago. I was surprised to see him up.”

Legolas coughed.

Elrohir offhandedly replied, “He does not sleep much.”

Erestor kept a straight face as he said, “No, I don’t expect he has much time for it. He and Glorfindel appeared to be very busy. I wonder how they fit everything in. I mean you can only stretch an elf so far.”

Legolas grabbed Erestor by the arm and physically pulled him into the bathing chamber. “You are a very bad elf.”

Erestor smirked. “I haven’t had a chance to be all that bad. We keep getting interrupted.”

This drew a chuckle before Legolas said, “This time we take a *real* bath. I am tired. Afterwards, let’s get some sleep.”

Erestor went to bed thinking ‘This is just wrong. My hand has never worked so hard in its life. Glorfindel never has this problem. I wonder if anyone has ever faded from lack of sex.’

TBC…