are not around. Ask anyone and they will tell you that he detests me. He treats me as if I were dirt beneath his precious feet."

Elrond smiled, "Maybe he would not take you to task so harshly if you did not behave so outlandishly in his presence. You know that Erestor is not one to look favorably upon what he perceives as foolishness. I do not understand it either. Why do you go out of your way to act the harlequin when he is around. You know it annoys him."

Glorfindel was silent and still for a moment, "Because if Erestor is not berating me, he is ignoring me…and that I can not take."

Elrond stroked his hand over the silky hair once more, "I worry, Glorfindel."

"Why is that, my Lord?" Sleepy now.

"Why do you want to invite someone into your bed who by all accounts, even yours, detests you?

The warrior snuggled closer, eyes glazing over slightly with impending sleep, "Be…cause you love him…I love him."

Elrond pressed a kiss to the top of his head, "But will he grow to love you and me?"

A mumble, "Of course…we’re easy to …love…"

"Yes, yes, you are."

I. indolent (in’do-lent) a.: lazy

Orophin+Haldir+Rumil

"Why do you laze about like indolent bums instead of going out to greet the day? You missed breakfast in the Great Hall."

Orophin and Rumil favored their brother with a disgusted look from their positions on Rumil’s bed. "We are not lazy. We are depressed."

"Without hope."

"Hopeless."

"Confused."

"Terrified."

"Ashamed."

Haldir broke the chain, "In love." He looked at his stricken brothers and raised his eyebrow at Orophin. "What paragon of virtue has stolen your heart?"

Orophin sighed, "Lindir."

"The minstrel? The one with the mismatched eyes and the colorless hair?"

Orophin frowned, "Do not disparage him so. He is beautiful and his hair is white. I know it has been a while since we were elflings, but the last time I checked white was still a color."

Haldir smiled, "Forgive me for insulting your pixie. He is a bit different from the types you usually go for. I mean before now you have not looked twice at any male that was shorter than 6 feet. Lindir is at most 5 feet and an inch."

Rumil piped up, "Our poor brother has been bewitched by that exotic kitten. I fear for him."

"And what about you, Rumil? You can not even begin to make your move on Elrohir because Elladan is always lurking around making sure you don’t get too close."

Rumil threw his pillow at Orophin, bouncing it off of his head. Orophi retaliated and Haldir stepped in quickly to stop it from becoming an all out war.

"Stop, the both of you. Look at you behaving as young boys instead of hardened warriors. What would our Lord and Lady say if they could see this behavior?"

Orophin and Rumil turned to their older brother, "We would not know because whenever you are with us, they can not seem to take their eyes off of you long enough to notice our behavior."

Haldir groaned, "Do not start! I am warning you!"

Rumil continued on, "Oh, Haldir…if you do not have anything planned for this evening, perhaps you can stop by the royal talan and we can discuss my visions."

Orophin picked up where Rumil left off, pretending to be Galadriel, "Yes, I see it clearly now…you are naked and so is Celeborn. You are both seeing to my every pleasure. So I have seen it, it must come to pass…or surely, the world shall fall."

Haldir bounced his own pillow off of Orophin’s head.

J. juvenile (ju’ve-nile) a.: young, pertaining to youth

Erestor, Lindir

"Why are you looking so sad, little muse?"

Lindir look up with big, shining eyes at the tall elf standing before him from his seat on the floor. "I am sad, Erestor." Lindir did not feel the need to lie to Erestor, he had known the advisor since before he could remember. Erestor had practically become his Adar after his real Ada had died many years before his majority. If there was one being on all of Middle Earth that thought he was beautiful, it was Erestor. He buried his head into the older elf’s robes as he settled on the floor beside him. Erestor pulled him in the circle of his arms with a sigh.

"Is this about Orophin?"

Lindir did not answer the question, "I think I would like to color my hair."

Erestor rolled his eyes heavenward, "Your hair is already colored. It is white."

"I mean a normal color…like blond, brown or red."

"Not black?"

Lindir hugged Erestor closer, "Black is not a normal hair color for an elf. I could not name two elves with black hair and I have been to all three elven realms." The small artisan felt the broad chest under his head shake with laughter and pulled back to look into his mentor’s amused face…a face that was surrounded by the absolute blackest hair he had ever seen, unrelieved by highlights of any color. "Oh…"

Erestor smiled, "Yes, oh," he teased the young elf. "So, you see that hair color will not stop you from living your life or doing anything you want in life. It has not stopped me, has it?"

Lindir frowned, reaching up to touch the jet strands, "But your hair is beautiful. It is long and straight and shiny. It would look good in any shade. My hair is a wild, wavy horror. My best attempts at taming it still leaves it with huge waves that tumble everywhere. It is almost longer than I am tall. It is a nightmare!"

Erestor laughed out loud, "It is not as awful as you make it, small one." He winked, "If there is one thing that is proven to attract elves, it is an abundance of hair. Unusual hair makes the attraction even stronger."

Lindir was silent for a moment, "There is always someone trying to touch my hair…but I thought it was just out of a type of morbid curiosity. I have never seen anyone playing with your hair." He raised and eyebrow and pierced Erestor with an inquisitive look.

Erestor smirked, "That is because I broke the hand of the last elf that tried millennia before you were even born. There are still those that gaze at it longingly and from time to time I receive sonnets and poems praising my," he lowered his voice mockingly, "midnight tresses."

Lindir laughed then sobered quickly, "It is just…I…thought…that maybe he would be different from the others that used to laugh and point at me when I was younger."

Erestor stroked a hand over the wilder than usual white curls on Lindir’s head, "Do not let Orophin’s juvenile behavior bother you. He did not mean anything by his remarks. Orophin often speaks before his thinks, it is his way…and the way of his brothers. He can not help himself. In fact, he told me that he thought you were most enchanting and would very much like to make up for his bad first impression. You should give him another chance. He is a good elf at heart."

Lindir looked doubtful, "Maybe…he’s kinda…."

"Kind of what?"

"Scary."

Erestor frowned, "Orophin? Lindir, did he do something to you that I did not see? I would not have you afraid in your own house."

Lindir was quick to reassure Erestor, "No, no, he did not do anything to me. He is just…big and intense…and hard."

Erestor nodded solemnly, "Hard? Obviously, you made a better first impression than you give yourself credit for."

Lindir sat still for a moment then blushed to the roots of his hair, "Erestor!"

The raven hair elf laughed at the amount of embarrassed outrage Lindir managed to put into his name.

K. knapsack (knap’ sack) n.: sack or bag for provisions

Elladan/Elrohir, Elrond

"Elrohir, I am troubled."

Elrohir looked up from the scroll he was translating to stare at his father with a concerned expression, "What is it, Ada?"

Elrond sat behind his desk looking deceptively calm, "Your brother has come to me requesting leave. He desires to go to Lorien and visit your grandparents," he paused, "I can see by your expression that he has not told you of this request."

Elrohir answered even though it was not a question, "No, Ada."

"That is what troubles me. You and Elladan have never been on a prolonged journey from the valley without each other. My advisors tell me that you are not speaking to each other. Glorfindel tells me that you have had a horrible fight…Erestor will only say that it is complicated. What is it, Elrohir?"

"It is…complicated."

Sharp gray eyes pierced Elrohir’s, "Have you fallen out over one of the archers from Lorien? That young, pretty one, Rumil?"

"Not…exactly, Ada."

"I would like for you to talk to your brother before he leaves. I would not have you grief between you should anything happen to either of you when you are apart."

"Please, do not talk that way, Ada! I will talk to him before he leaves. We will make things right between us."

"Good." The two elves finished there work in silence. Elrond satisfied with his talk and Elrohir filled with trepidation over his upcoming talk with his brother."

Elrohir walked slowly down the hall to his brother’s room and stopped in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking softly.

"Come in, Elrohir." Elrohir entered and stood just inside the door awkwardly. Elladan frowned at him. "I suppose Adar has informed you of my request to leave the valley." He moved around throwing clothes from his closet to the floor, obviously searching for something."

Elrohir cleared his throat, "Yes…he told me. What …what are you looking for?"

"My knapsack. You know the one with blue lining."

Elrohir smiled, "It is in my room."

Elladan frowned again, "What is it doing in your room?"

"Because it is mine."

"Oh."

They stood staring at each other for a moment. Then Elrohir rushed forward, hugging his brother. "Do not leave me, Elladan. I am sorry for being mean to you. I will not do it again. Do not leave me alone."

Elladan stroked the chestnut hair, so like his own, "You will not be alone. Ada, will be here, Glorfindel, Erestor…Rumil."

A sniff came from his shoulder, "Are you leaving because of Rumil? We are just friends…there is nothing going on."

Elladan sighed, "You are just friends because he is afraid to challenge my authority in my house. He only holds back because he knows I disapprove…you only hold back because I disapprove."

Elrohir drew back a little, "I did not want it to be this way. We promised each other forever and everything."

Elladan smiled sadly, "We were elflings then. We knew not the ways of the world. It was a dream."

Elrohir looked at his brother shrewdly, "A dream you still cherish. I…I could give you everything, Elladan." He pressed closer to his brother, letting him feel the heat of his body.

Elladan stiffened and tightened his hold on his brother, "Not like this, I did not want it to be like this. Something out of pity, out of an insane urge to keep me closer to you."

Elrohir crumpled and wailed, "I do not want you to hate me!"

"Oh, Elrohir, I could never hate you. I just need time to sort my feelings out."

"It would not be pity; I love you. I want you. You know this."

"You also love Rumil."

"Yes…but that does not mean I love you any less."

Elladan shook his brother, "I do not want to share you!."

Elrohir touched his brother’s mouth, "You would not be sharing me…we would be sharing him. Everything and forever."

Elladan leaned down to kiss his brother, "Everything and forever."

L. luxuriant (lux-u’ri-ant) a.: exuberant in growth; rank, overabundant

Lindir/Orophin

"That was beautiful."

Lindir looked up from his harp, startled, "Orophin! How did you get here? Who told you where to find my rooms?"

Orophin smiled, "Do you not think that I can find the quarters of the loveliest minstrel in the Last Homely House? I am more than a mere archer; I can track with the best of them."

Lindir narrowed his eyes at the blond, "Erestor told you, didn’t he?"

Orophin laughed, "You have found me out but do not be cross with him. I begged and pleaded with him until he told me just to be rid of my presence."

"No one can force Erestor to talk if he does not want to."

Orophin settled on the bench beside the little elf, "If you did not want company perhaps you should have closed your door. Your music must call to any unwary elf walking by like a siren’s song."

"Not many people venture to this side of the palace. That is why I chose it for my home."

"Erestor also stays on this side of the house, doesn’t he?"

Lindir nodded, "He does."

Orophin fell silent as his eyes were drawn against his will to the riotous mass of white hair falling down Lindir’s back and unto the floor. He had not realized he was reaching out until a small hand clamped down on his broad wrist. He looked up into blue/green eyes sheepishly. "I am sorry…it is just…"

"It is just so what?" Lindir asked, curious.

"So luxuriant, so long and beautiful. It attracts the eye and tempts the hand."

Lindir’s mouth formed a surprised o and his hand dropped, "You may touch it."

Orophin reached for the nearest curl and twined it about his finger, delighting in the softness. He laughed, pleased, when the curl bounced back into place after he released it. He stood to position himself better to play in Lindir’s hair. He lifted it and scrunched it and ran his fingers through it. Quite loosing himself in his play. Lindir sat patiently and endured his stroking and petting like he was a small white kitten.

He was nearly asleep when Orophin spoke.

"Can I braid it?"

Lindir hmmm in agreement and waved his arm in the general direction of his brush and comb. Orophin let his hair fall to go fetch the combing utensils. The large warrior parted out tiny sections making sure to hold the rest of the heavy mass out of the way of the braiding action. Before he was halfway through, Lindir fell asleep resting his slight weight back against Orophin’s broad chest. Orophin just continued on carefully making sure Lindir did not tip over. After a long while he gently shook the little elf awake.

"Lindir, Lindir, I am finished. Do you want to look at it?" The sleepy elf nodded and Orophin helped him over to the mirror above his dresser. Lindir blinked at his reflection once, then twice. A tiny hand reached up to touch the numerous braids.

"You have tamed it."

Orophin smiled at the awe in the soft voice, "I am glad you like it," he hesitated, "perhaps I could do it for you every day."

Lindir beamed at him through the mirror, "Perhaps, you could."

M. malfeasance (mal’fea’sance) n.: official misconduct

Erestor, Archer, Glorfindel

"Being a member of Glorfindel’s Royal Guard is hard work. We have to work longer and harder than the other sentries that guard the valley."

Erestor batted long, thick lashes, "Longer and harder, you say?"

The blond archer leaned forward entranced by the flirtatious tone and glance, "Longer and harder…sometimes all day and into the night."

Erestor reached out an elegant hand to rest on the soldier’s well defined bicep, "I like an elf with endurance…perhaps, you can tell me more about your training tonight?"

"Why, Erestor if you wanted to know about the regime I put all my elves through, you only had to ask."

Erestor sighed forlornly as the young cadet hastily made his way to the barracks under the fiery heat of Glorfindel’s glare. "Hello, Glorfindel. How kind of you to scare off my entertainment for the night. Can no one get laid in this valley but you? Really, what would our Lord have to say about such conduct?"

Glorfindel smiled winningly, the young soldier forgotten, "Elrond would be on my side, fair one. In fact, he charged me with this duty. He said to me, "Glorfindel, insure that Erestor is so desperate that he will have to succumb to our lecherous advances." It is officially approved conduct or should I say malnificence."

Erestor raised an amused eyebrow, "I believe the word you are mangling so badly is malfeasance, official misconduct."

Glorfindel just waved a hand, "You know what I mean. Why do you bother with those adolescents anyway? If you want a warrior, here I am. The best that Middle Earth has to offer at your beck and call, ready to provide every pleasure."

"And the long time lover of my Lord."

Glorfindel sighed, "Is that what’s bothering you? Elrond wants you to sleep with me. He talks about it constantly. He dreams of seeing us perform for his pleasure. He’s starting a harem and we’re going to be his favorites."

Erestor shook his head sadly, "Why, oh, why does Elrond put up with you? He can do so much better. How could such a brilliant elf stoop so low?"

Instead of taking offence, Glorfindel offered, "I could show you why he holds me in such high regard. One night and you would be willing to let me get away with murder too. I would do anything for you, Elrond would do anything to you. I do not understand how you can continuously resist such an offer. Am I so repugnant to you? I know that Elrond is not the problem."

Erestor stepped closer to the blond, "Anything…you will give me anything?"

"Anything." A promise.

"What if I told you that the very mention of your name calls up images of you at my feet, that ever talking mouth gagged with my cock? You would still offer anything?"

"Anything…" a breath.

"You and Elrond have been together for some time…does he still take care with you? Prepare you gently?"

"Yes…"

"I will not. Do you take him?"

"No."

"Never?"

"Never."

"That…that is interesting. I will think on it. Good day, Lord Seneschal."

N. nefarious (ne-far’i-ous) a.: grossly vile or wicked

Rumil/Elrohir

"Rumil?"

Rumil fanned the chestnut hair he was playing with about the ground, "Yes?"

"Do you think I am beautiful?"

"Of course, you are beautiful."

"Do you think that Elladan is beautiful?"

Silence met this question. Elrohir opened his eyes to stare up into startled blue ones. He smiled teasingly, "It is okay, you can answer. I am not trying to trick or trap you."

"Well…of course he is beautiful also…he is your twin. Why do you ask?"

Elrohir licked his lips, "You are pleasing to him also."

Rumil pulled back a little warily, "I do not think so. Are we talking about the same elf? Elladan, your brother, who seems to want my head on a spike every time I venture near you?"

Elrohir laughed, "He does seem to be a bit possessive, doesn’t he? It’s just that…"

"What?" Rumil asked with a sense of growing dread.

"If I told you that Elladan loved me, would you be upset?"

"No, he is your brother. He should love you."

"What if he loved me…more as a lover should? Would you think that nefarious?

Rumil was quiet for a long time before he answered, "Elrohir, I already know that Elladan loves you more than a brother should."

Elrohir frowned, "You know? How do you know?"

"I saw you."

"You saw…me?"

"And Elladan. Together…in your room the day we arrived from Lorien."

"Yet, you said nothing? You were willing to enter into a relationship with me knowing that I might be sleeping with my brother on the side?"

Rumil looked into serious gray eyes, "I love you."

Elrohir smiled softly, " I love you too…but-"

Rumil smiled sadly, "but you love Elladan more."

"No, not more, differently. I would not give up either."

"I am not sure how I feel about this. How does Elladan feel about this…this arrangement?"

Elrohir drew the blue eyed elf down closer to him, "Elladan thinks you are beautiful. He wants to see you naked. He would be eternally grateful if you would allow him access to me…to yourself. He would love you as I love you if he only got to know you."

Rumil gave in to the insistent tugging and buried his face against Elrohir’s neck, "I want you to be happy…your happiness is mine. I will think about it. My own brother is in a three way relationship…maybe it can work."

"Haldir is very happy with our grandparents, isn’t he? Elladan and I would have you be no less content."

O. overweening (over-ween’ing) a.: arrogant

Elrond/Erestor, Glorfindel

"My Lord."

Elrond looked up from the work he was absorbed in to stare into dark eyes, "Yes, Erestor?"

"The work day is done."

Elrond smiled faintly, "Thank you, Erestor, but I think that I will finish these papers before I retire."

The dark eyes narrowed slightly and Erestor moved closer to the desk, propping a narrow hip against it nonchalantly, "Glorfindel tells me that you want me."

Elrond’s quill froze on the paper. He looked up again. This time the midnight eyes were unreadable. "Does he now?"

‘He does. Does he lie?"

The quill was put down, "He does not."

Erestor pursed his lips, gray eyes followed the movement, "What do you desire about me, my Lord?"

"What is not to desire?"

"That is not an answer."

Elrond stood and walked around to stand in front of his advisor and long time friend, "I admire your intelligence, I adore the way you chew your bottom lip before a meeting…making it plump, red, swollen. I dream of running my fingers through your hair and I wonder what you taste like nightly."

"You wonder about my taste?"

"I do."

Black lashes lowered, "Then taste me, my Lord."

Elrond drew the slight body into his embrace, hardly able to credit that this was truly happening. He thoroughly explored every moist crevice, chasing Erestor’s flavor, insatiable for it. It was a long while before the two elves broke apart, panting.

"Where else may I taste you?" Elrond slide a hand lightly down the front of the darker elf’s robe, coming to a stop at the juncture of his thighs.

Erestor gasped, "What about Glorfindel?"

Elrond smiled against ruby lips, "Think of it as a humbling experience to help him with his overweening attitude and overly large ego."

Erestor leaned in for another kiss, "I can live with that."

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Glorfindel fidgeted impatiently in his room. Elrond was late and he had had a bad day. Someone was going to pay for it too and if Elrond did not appear in the next five seconds it was going to be him. Just before he could work himself into a murderous fury, Elrond stepped through the door. Glorfindel crossed his arms and huffed slightly. Elrond smiled at him.

"Aww, sweetie, do not be mad. I have a gift for you."

Glorfindel perked up, "A gift?"

Elrond held out his arms, "Come, kiss me."

Glorfindel moved into the circle and kissed the half elf, "You taste…different. Where have you been?" He pulled back to frown slightly, storm clouds gathering behind sky blue eyes.

Elrond just pulled him back, "With Erestor. Kiss me, again."

Glorfindel frowned, puzzled, but kissed him again, "The taste is somewhat familiar." Elrond hummed. "With Erestor?"

"With Erestor."

"With…Erestor?"

Elrond’s eyes twinkled as the light bulb went off in the warrior’s head and Glorfindel attacked his mouth with fervor, trying to suck every trace of Erestor from his mouth. Elrond finally had to pry him off, so he could breathe. "Slow down, Glorfindel. There is more where that came from."

Blue eyes wide with excitement, "When can I get some?"

P. parsimonious (par’si-mo’ni-ous) a.: stingy

Glorfindel/Erestor

Erestor smiled to himself as he heard the lock on the door click into place. He leaned into the hard chest that plastered itself to his back and the moist kisses to his neck for a moment. "I figured you would be showing up here sooner or later, my Lord Seneschal."

A nip to his ear, "I had to wait all day…if I was a suspicious type elf, I would think you planned it that way."

Erestor laughed, "Then it is a good thing you are not paranoid, is it not?" He turned around and found himself faces heated blue eyes, "Why, Glorfindel, it seems as if there is something on your mind."

Glorfindel walked the slighter elf farther into the office until his back hit a wall, then he kissed him hungrily. Erestor allowed him to dominate for just a second then nipped his lip sharply, only just stopping short of drawing blood. His whole demeanor changed instantly. Glorfindel pulled away slightly, opening his mouth for Erestor’s exploration and melted into the darker elf. Even though he still pinned the advisor to the wall all his actions contained an element of pleading, reminiscent of a cat begging to be stroked. Erestor smiled into the kiss. He thought so and he so loved to be right. He let bruised lips go to capture an earlobe, "What do you want, Glorfindel?"

The blond gasped, "I want what you gave to Elrond…at least…"

"And what did I give to Elrond, golden flower?" The warrior thrust against him and Erestor put a hand on his hip to hold him slightly away. Glorfindel whined softly.

"I am not sure, but I will know when I taste it."

Erestor smirked, "Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"I suppose it would only be fair…"

"Yes, yes, fair."

"…but I do not want you to get into the habit of thinking I will always give you what I give Elrond, because I will not."

Glorfindel stilled for a moment, then went back to trying to rub against the elf restraining his movements. It was nothing more than what he had imagined. "Please, Erestor, I will be good to you. I will search thoroughly."

"You may proceed."

Glorfindel started immediately with another kiss even though he knew that was not quite the taste he was looking for. Then he kissed the long slender neck and all the skin he bared as he undid the fastenings of Erestor’s office robes. He kissed the reddish nipples and they were delicious but not the taste he was looking for. By the time he settled on his knees in front of Erestor’s throbbing arousal, the raven haired elf was panting slightly and Glorfindel was ravenous. He took the hot shaft in one hand and licked from root to tip. The taste skipped along his taste buds and into his memory. He had found it. His mouth settled over the head and he sucked lightly, trying to coax more from the plum shaped head. His brow furrowed in frustration when no more came forth. He sucked sharply and Erestor jerked against him with a yelp.

"Ah! What are you trying to do suck out my soul?" A hand in his hair urged his head back and he had to let go.

He frowned up at Erestor, "I am trying to do something here. It is not my fault you refuse to give more than a hint of what is to come. How am I suppose to know if this is the correct flavor if I don’t have proper sample. I should have known that your body would be as parsimonious in this as you are in everything else." He leaned back in to lick the tip again and hummed in satisfaction as a pearl of precome beaded out. "So…licking is good. I can do licking."

Erestor looked down into heavy lidded, lazy blue eyes and wondered precisely what he had gotten himself into.

Q. quandary (quan’da-ry) n.: dilemma

Rumil+Orophin+Haldir

"I need to talk to you."

Haldir and Orophin looked at each other, "Which you?"

Rumil paced back and forth, "Both of you. I do not know what to do! I am so lost…my heart urges me one way, my head another. I am going insane!"

Haldir reached out and caught one of his younger brother’s flying limbs and pulled him into his lap. A sight that any number of archers in Lorien and Imladris would have found hilarious. Haldir was just not the sort of elf one expected that action from. But Haldir loved his brothers and that is why Rumil did not give it a second thought. He merely curled into his brother tighter and tucked his fair head into his shoulder. Orophin did not blink an eye either; he had spent many a night in his brothers arms saddened by one thing or the other. The middle brother merely sat to Haldir’s side and stroked the down turned head.

Haldir waited for Rumil to calm himself then spoke, "Now, then tell us about this horrible quandary you have found yourself in."

Rumil sniffed, "I suppose I should start with the good news. Elrohir has told me he loves me."

Orophin smiled, "That is good news indeed. What is the bad news?"

"He has also told me he loves Elladan."

Both brothers stiffened at the news, "And what is the choice he has set forth before you? Does he want you to timeshare him with Elladan or has he chosen his brother over you?"

Rumil hugged Haldir tighter, "Neither. He wants to share me with Elladan."

The room was silent for a moment, then Orophin spoke, "That sounds like good news to me." Haldir promptly cuffed him upside the head.

"That is the problem…I feel that any other elf would be quite pleased with the arrangement, but Elladan has disliked me for so long that I can not see him being attracted to me in that manner."

Haldir rocked back and forth slightly, "Before…he was mean to you because he thought that you would be taking Elrohir away from him…now that Elrohir has come up with this…arrangement, he may be seeing you in a different light."

"A more sexual and pleasing light," Orophin quipped. He ducked another blow to the head.

"I think that you should consider their offer seriously. Perhaps, you should have a talk with Elladan…alone."

"Talk with Elladan? Alone?"

"Yes."

"I think you have made me more stressed instead of less."

Orophin threw his arms around the two, "That’s what brothers are for."

R. requiem (re’qui-em) n.: hymn or mass sung for the dead

Orophin/Lindir

"Orophin…Orophin, I don’t think that this is the best place to be doing this…"

Orophin smothered Lindir’s words with his mouth, kissing the breath from the tiny, inexperienced elf, "Why not…no one is out here. No one can see us."

Lindir gasped as Orophin captured the tip of his ear between gentle teeth, "Erestor does not like it when I disappear from functions. He worries about me. He will come looking for me and if he catches us like this, I will be singing your requiem."

Orophin shifted on the garden bench upon which they were seated and tugged at the waist of the white haired elf, trying to bring him closer. Finally, he gave up the effort of coaxing Lindir closer and just picked him up and settled him on his lap. He groaned appreciatively as Lindir wiggled about in response to his caresses. He reached down to pull at the dark green robe the minstrel was wearing. Lindir’s grip on his shoulders tightened a bit fearfully as Orophin lifted the rich fabric and slipped a hand underneath it to work at his leggings. Orophin rubbed his back soothingly at the same time he unlaced his breeches. Lindir tore his mouth away from the archer’s to try to speak once more.

"Orophin…I do not think…oh!" Lindir’s body jerked as the warrior achieved his goal and wrapped a broad hand around the younger elf’s arousal. Lindir could not help but pump into that tight grip and the other blond encouraged him to continue to thrust. Lindir tried again, "Orophin, I do not want-please, please …"
"What, baby? You don’t want what? Me to stroke you like this?" Orophin passed his thumb over Lindir’s leaking head and smiled when the small elf whimpered with pleasure. He pressed moist kisses to the arched neck, "Tell me how to please you, fair one. I will do anything you want."

"Maybe he does not want his first time to be on a stone bench in a public garden."

Lindir squeaked and Orophin froze as Erestor’s icy tones hung in the air. The minstrel frantically pushed away from Orophin’s embrace trying to smooth his robes and hair. He turned to face Erestor and was struck immediately with guilt at the disappointment he saw in dark eyes. He lowered his head and waited to be reprimanded. He was surprised when a warm hand brushed over his curls and a kiss was pressed upon his brow. He looked up and Erestor smiled at him.

"You are not in trouble, Lindir. You are after all, quite grown and can do as you will. I would just like to have a few words with Orophin."

Lindir looked a bit wary. He was pretty sure Orophin could handle himself…but Erestor was not an elf to be angered. Even Glorfindel was afraid of Erestor to some degree. He glanced at Orophin not willing to let him face Erestor’s wrath alone, but Orophin waved at him to go ahead and nodded reassuringly at him. Lindir left the garden reluctantly looking back several times at the two elves that held his heart.

"Walk with me, guardian."

Orophin stood from the bench smoothing his tunic down and fell into step with the forbidding advisor. He was not too worried. He had a feeling he was about to receive some Adarly threats. It was what he would do if he came upon his son making out in a garden.

"I helped raise Lindir. Did you know that?"

Orophin nodded his head shallowly, just as he had thought, "I had some idea. Lindir holds you in high regard." Erestor smiled faintly at the words.

"I am not about to warn you away from him, Orophin. That you need not fear. I have lived long enough to know that meddling in your children’s love lives can only lead to pain. Yet, I do have words of warning for you, warrior. Lindir is so very dear to me. His father was my cousin and I was saddened by his death. Lindir and I helped each other heal. I would be beyond irate should anything happen to my elfling. I understand that eventually you two will make love. Make love. Eventually. I expect you to show him every consideration, because believe me I will know if you do not. And that consideration includes a bed and the finest oil you can obtain. Do we have an understanding, Orophin?" Erestor stopped to look down at the blond elf.

Orophin grinned at him widely, "I understand. You love Lindir as a son and would make my life hell if any harm comes to him. Check. Who knew you were such a soft touch, Master Erestor?"

Erestor frowned at him, "Watch your tongue. I am not above creating a reason to dislike you."

S. specious (spe’ cious) a.: plausible, but not really true

Rumil/Elladan

Elladan looked at Elrohir as a knock sounded at his door. Both their eyes widened dramatically. Elladan motioned for Elrohir to hide himself and waited until his younger sibling had made it to the bathroom before opening his door. Before him stood an apprehensive looking Rumil. He smiled at him and invited him in. The youngest of the Lorien archers sat gingerly on the edge of his bed. Elladan sat beside him and waited for him to speak.

"I…I have talked with Elrohir."

Elladan nodded knowingly, "And? What have you decided?"

Rumil looked down at his hands, " I do not know. His argument was…specious. I could believe it."

Elladan turned to face Rumil fully and took his fidgety hands in his, "What did you not believe and how can I make you believe it."

Rumil looked into the grey eyes so like Elrohir’s and took a deep breath, "Well, you hate me for one thing. I can not fathom you agreeing to share Elrohir with me."

Elladan smiled self deprecatingly, "I do not hate you, Rumil. I hate the fact that you have Elrohir. That you get to hold him and kiss him and touch him. In fact, you are my favorite brother of the three of you." Elladan looked at the blue eyed elf from beneath his lashes, "And you could become so much more. Think of it Rumil, here you have the twin sons of Elrond begging you to be in a relationship with them. Do you know how many elves would give their life savings to be in your situation?" He scooted closer to the wide eyed elf, " You could have both of us. Elrohir, an innocent, who knows almost nothing of matters of the flesh. Me, a more experienced mirror of my brother. It would be like having every fantasy covered. I know you have dreamed of seeing us together. Every young elf in this valley fantasizes about what we might do in our rooms at night. You would know Rumil. You would be a part of the fantasy."

All while Elladan had been talking he had steadily moved closer to Rumil and that made it remarkably for him to swoop down and kiss the dazed elf. Rumil moaned at the contact. It was like kissing Elrohir but so totally not. This twin was no shy elfling that had to be coaxed into playing. Elladan’s tongue was aggressive and thorough, leaving no ground uncovered. When the older twin drew back to let him breathe, there were stars dancing behind his closed lids. That wonderful mouth did not retreat far, instead it peppered kisses along his jaw line and up to his ear. He hissed with surprise at the spark in pleasure.

"Say, yes, Rumil."

"Yesss…."

T. timorous (tim’or-ous) a.: timid; indicating or showing fear

Elrond/Erestor/Glorfindel

Elrond peppered the pale neck with kisses, "Please, Erestor…for me. I have dreamed of seeing the two of you together in one bed for so long. Do not deny me this."

Erestor stood in Elrond’s tight embrace, eyes half closed, "I do not know if Glorfindel is quite up to the challenge of having both of us in one bed."

"Oh, but he is. Glorfindel is so much more than you give him credit for, Erestor. Please, come with me to our rooms tonight. I will make it worth your while. We can do whatever you want…"

Erestor raised an eyebrow, "Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want."

Erestor spun around to face his Lord, "Very well then. I will do it. Is Glorfindel waiting for our esteemed company?"

Elrond smiled, "Always."

The two elves made their way through the various halls that led to Glorfindel’s private quarters, the preferred place for any intimate trysts since Elrond’s rooms were relatively close to his sons’. Glorfindel answered the door on the second knock and smiled with welcome when he saw who was at the door. The two dark haired elves filed in, Elrond stopping to kiss the blond once before continuing on to stand next to Erestor in front of the huge bed.

Erestor reached out a finely made hand to grab the front of Elrond’s work robes to pull him close to his body. Glorfindel moaned at the sight of two pink tongues meeting each other before Elrond closed the kiss. Glorfindel watching with wide eyes and burning arousal as Erestor and Elrond disrobed each other in slow, sensual movements, all the while kissing and stroking each other’s flesh. When they were fully nude, Erestor moved slightly out of the broader brunettes embrace and turned to Glorfindel. He smiled with lascivious intent, "Come now, Glorfindel, do not be so timorous. You are going to join in at some time, are you not."

Glorfindel wasted now time stripping off his own garments which caused Erestor to laugh, a tinkling, slightly mocking sound. Glorfindel hesitantly approached the black haired elf and gazed at him beseechingly, pleading to be kissed. Erestor trailed a hand lightly over pouty pink lips before using a handful of hair to pull the blond closer. Glorfindel whimpered as the advisor took devastating possession of his mouth. He was barely aware of the soft kiss Elrond placed on his shoulder before moving to stand behind Erestor. He panted as the kiss he was so involved in broke for lack of air and struggled to focus on the words Erestor was whispering to him. When the meaning of those words finally registered, he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of the intimidating elf and leaned forward, eyes falling shut, mouth falling open.

Elrond held Erestor up and against him with one arm, peering over his shoulder to watch his cock disappear between Glorfindel’s passion swollen lips. With his free hand he alternately stroked over Erestor’s chest and thighs soothing his jerks as the blonde’s suction increased. Elrond shifted to get his own arousal right where he wanted it, pressed between the curves of Erestor’s ass. The fine sheen of Glorfindel induced sweat made sliding in that sweet valley so very good. Elrond thrust forward as Glorfindel swallowed Erestor’s shaft, the two old lovers trying to ring every drop of pleasure from their new playmate.