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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."

Tomorrow the Letter L.

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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.

Tomorrow the Letter K.

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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 pass."

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

Tomorrow the Letter J.

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H. harlequin (har'le-quin) n.: clown; traditional clown dressed in motley

Elrond/Glorfindel, Erestor

Elrond stroked the blond head nestled into his shoulder, "It can not be as bad as you claim it to be. Surely, you exaggerate the situation."

A muffled whine met these words, "You say that because you don't see how he treats me when you 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."

Tomorrow the Letter I.

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G. grandiloquence (gran'dil'o-quence) n.: pompous language

Lindir/Orophin

"Umph!"

"Oh! I am sorry! Please, excuse me." Orophin reached down to help the poor elf he had ran over regain his footing. A small, slim hand was placed warily into his and he pulled the elf to his feet. "Please," he began to apologize once more, "forgive me."

A tiny upturned nose appeared out of a wild mass of hair...then peculiar looking eyes, "I am alright. There is no need to plead so." A dimple made an appearance, "I will not tell Lord Elrond that you attempted to trample his minstrel underfoot."

"I-" Orophin began smiling, then stopped suddenly, frowning. The small elf he had knocked down immediately lost his smile also. Orophin started over, "I have never seen an elf with white hair before." The small elf's hands flew to his head instinctively trying to protect his hair from Orophin's inquisitive gaze. A futile effort as the hair continued to wave freely down his back. Orophin edged closer, "Or eyes quite that color." The small hands moved to cover the heavily lashed eyes. Orophin pulled at the tiny wrists, "There is no need for all of that. It seems I must apologize once more. I did not mean to stare so or put you ill at ease. You look...okay...even with your...odd...coloring."

Lindir pulled away from the loose grasp the archer had on his arms and backed away slowly with his hands still covering his eyes. Once he judged himself an adequate distance away from the blonde, he turned and ran down the hall. Orophin stood there with a bemused expression on his face until a velvety voice reached him.

"Orophin of the Golden Wood. Well do I know that you are not give to grandiloquence, but when one has insulted the appearance of another, you must do better than to tell them they look `okay' if rather `odd'."

Orophin turned to face Erestor, disgruntled, "And I suppose that you could have done so much better, Master Erestor?"

Erestor smiled showing perfectly white but somewhat alarmingly sharp teeth, "Of course, I could have. Lindir is shy and very much distressed by his unusual features because they attract often unwanted attention. I would have told him there was no need to hide behind his hands, lovely as they might be, not when one is blessed with hair that shimmers in the light like the finest gossamer threads...and eyes that can enrapture and tempt an elf toward actions most unwise. And then, my fair tree dweller, I would have taken one of those dainty hands," Erestor moved forward to lift one of Orophin's hands, "and kissed it softly," he brushed a kiss across the warm surface, "and begged forgiveness" he bowed slightly over the still captured hand, "for causing distress to his entrancing person." Erestor looked up into wide silver eyes, "That is what I would have done." He stepped back, releasing the archer's hand, "Of course, I would have never been so uncouth in the first place. Good day."

Orophin watched him stride off.

"I would have paid good money to be in your shoes."

Orophin started at the sound of Glorfindel's voice. It seemed today was his day to be spied upon.

Tomorrow the Letter H.

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F. fractious (frac' tious) a: cross, irritable

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"My Lord Elrond, there seems to be a fractious air around your sweet Valley this eve."

Elrond looked down the table of from his seat and took in the varying expressions of ire and increasing puzzlement. "It would seem you are quite correct, Erestor." They both observed the deepening mutinous expression on Elladan's face as his brother continued to laugh and talk with Rumil and Orophin. Haldir was deep in conversation with Glorfindel, yet his eyes flicked somewhat nervously from his brothers, the twins and most surprisingly Elrond and Erestor.

"There is mischief afoot, my Lord."

Glorfindel raised his eyes at that moment to gaze across the table at Erestor. Erestor snarled silently at the Seneschal and Glorfindel smiled back at him. Elrond watched the interplay silently.

"It would seem that there is also more animosity than usual between my right and left hands."

Erestor shifted slightly in his chair to the right of Elrond, "There is a saying that one must always watch out for the left hand because that is the hand that performs the sleight while the right distracts the eye."

Elrond raised an eyebrow and leaned over to whisper in Erestor's pointed ear, "Do not fear sweet Counselor. I know very well what both of my hands have been up to. And while the left has been bit naughty of late, he does not act without direction or out of his bounds." Elrond leaned back and when Erestor looked once more in Glorfindel's direction he met knowing blue eyes and a complacent smirk.

"Elladan is positively livid. I believed that he had gotten over his irrational jealousy towards Elrohir's friends years ago."

Haldir looked at Elladan, "It appears he has had a relapse, my Lord. Do you want me to have a talk with Orophin and Rumil?"

"No, Elrohir is old enough to choose his own friends and fight his own battles. Elladan will always try to control him if he does not stand up for himself."

Haldir made a soft, noncommittal noise. "I do not suppose you have talked to Master Erestor since the last time we talked."

Glorfindel sighed, "No, sadly not. He has been very sure not to be caught alone in a room with me since then. He believes that he will be able to hide behind Elrond's robes but he is wrong. So very wrong."

Haldir raised an eyebrow, "So Lord Elrond approves then? Or do you have an open relationship?"

Glorfindel looked the other blond in the eye, "When you go to Celeborn, do you go to him alone or do you visit the Lady also?"

Haldir blushed a fiery red, "I...go to them both."

"And does Galadriel suffer your presence for the sake of her Lord or does she revel in your delight and his?"

Haldir nodded with understanding, "So you both would have a third and you have chosen Erestor." He was silent for a moment, "You both have your work cut out for you."

Glorfindel laughed, "I have always loved a challenge."

Haldir nodded again, "Yes, that is what Celeborn said also. I almost feel sorry for Erestor."

Glorfindel was oddly solemn, "No, it will not be Erestor who will suffer in this relationship."

Tomorrow the Letter G.

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E. exculpate (ex'cul-pate') vt.: absolve, vindicate, clear of guilt

Elrohir/Elladan

"Elrohir."

"No. Go away. I do not feel like talking to you right now."

"Are you never going to talk to me again. Your own brother?"

"You were not so quick to remind me of our kinship earlier."

Silence.

"Is that what this is about? What would you have me say, Elrohir?"

"I would have you say you are sorry...that...that you were in the wrong. That such a thing will never happen again!"

"You want me to exculpate you? Is that it? You want to be cleared of all guilt and responsibility for what took place. Fine. It was all my fault. Now will you talk to me?"

Elrohir whirled around to face his irate brother, "You will not apologize to me? After what you did to me?"

Elladan stalked closer, crowding his brother against the wall, "After what I did to you? I have done nothing, nothing to you, Elrohir." He leaned forward until they were eye to eye, "That incident, as you call it, was nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I have wanted to bend you over that desk Ada bought you and fuck you senseless for years. I have dreamed of sucking you off before our majority. Every day you live and breath in this house with me, I have to restrain myself from taking what I should not have. If anything you should be thanking me for exercising self control in the face of opportunity, in the face of your weakness. Because I could have taken you, Elrohir and I would not have regretted it for one moment. No, I will not apologize to you, little brother. Not at all." Elladan stepped back and turned to stride off down the hall anger evident in every step.

When Rumil rounded the corner several minutes later, Elrohir was still against the wall staring after his brother.

"Lord Elrohir?"

Elrohir blinked wide gray eyes and shook his head, "Rumil, my dear friend." He stepped away from the wall, "What has kept you so busy that you did not seek to find me until this moment."

Rumil blushed slightly, "Forgive me, Elrohir...there has been much on my mind."

Elrohir took the archer's arm, looping it through his, "Yes, I know the feeling." The two walked off down the hall at a much more casual pace than Elladan had earlier.

Tomorrow the Letter F.

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D. dissolute (dis'so-lute) a.: licentious; loose in morals

Erestor/Glorfindel

Erestor moved with quiet purpose around his study sorting and arranging the various scrolls throughout. He barely glanced up when someone entered his sanctuary without waiting for his permission. He just continued with what he was doing.

"You give me no greeting, Chief Counselor?"

"I did not seek you out neither did I bid you enter. A greeting would be encouraging bad manners, do you not think?"

"I have been told a many of time that I do not think...most of them I believe have been by you." A faint hum of agreement met his statement. "I was on my way to see our Lord when I was assaulted by thoughts of your incomparable beauty, so I decided to visit you." Black eyes cut in his direction.

"You are on the way to see your lover...I mean our Lord, yet you are detoured by the mere thought of my beauty? Does our Lord realize just how dissolute you really are?"

Glorfindel smiled, walking over to stand behind the serious elf. He ran a hand lightly over the black waterfall of hair. "Our Lord knows many things...about me, about you. He is not overly concerned with the state of my morality."

Erestor turned to face the blonde, removing his hair from his possession, "I have often wondered at our Lord's blind spot when it comes to you. How such a remarkable elf could have such bad taste is beyond me."

"Lately, I, too, have found myself questioning his taste. Especially, as it seems he has taken a bit of a personal interest in you, Chief Counselor. Is there something you are not telling me, Master Erestor? Is that how you got to the top of the ladder...by climbing trees?"

*SMACK*

Glorfindel touched the red imprint on his cheek lightly, reverently. His voice was thick with heat when he spoke, "I have always known there was hellcat behind the ice. I can not wait to be beneath you, to stare up into your eyes as you take your pleasure in me."

Fury faded out of black eyes leaving a cold stillness, "You do not have to wait, Lord Glorfindel. You are already beneath me. Please, show yourself out like you showed yourself in."

The warrior left slowly with a lingering glance. In the hallway, just outside the door, he met Haldir. The hazel eyed blond looked at him quizzically before falling into step beside him. "I have been looking for you to see when it is most convenient for us to arrange the guard transfer."

Glorfindel nodded. They walked a piece more in silence. Haldir opened his mouth then hesitated. Closed it. Glorfindel smiled slightly. "Go on, ask your question."

"Why do you antagonize him so? It would seem to behoove you to try to get into his good graces...if you want him in your bed."

"Erestor does not have good graces. Besides...his...disdain for me makes me hard."

Haldir said nothing. Some things were not meant to be understood.

Tomorrow the Letter E.

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C. calumny (cal'mu-ny) n.: slander

Orophin+Haldir+Rumil

"You will not believe the vision that has crossed my eyes."

"Try us. We have often wondered why your eyes dangle so in your head."

The blue eyed blond glared at his hazel eyed brother. "You will be sorry you mocked me so when I tell you what I have seen."

The hazel eyed brother held his hands up in supplication and elbowed their other brother to get him to stop laughing. "We are sorry, dear brother. Please, tell us what you have seen this fine day and we will endeavor not to interrupt."

"Well, as you know, I went to seek out Elrohir."

"Yes, we know all about your love for the young Lordling." More snickering.

Another frown, "He was there in his room...but not alone."

The silver eyed brother sat up a little straighter, "Do continue."

"Elladan was there."

"Ahh, you had us on the edge of our seats there for a moment. We thought you were about to tell us that you finally managed to catch young Elrohir in the raw."

"Oh, it was raw, alright."

A moment of silence. "Just what are you trying to tell us?"

"Elrohir was naked."

The hazel eyed blond frowned, "So, Elladan is his brother. We have seen each other unclothed a million times. It was nothing."

The blue eyed one arched an eyebrow, "I assure you that we have never seen each other unclothed in quite that way."

"Go on, go on."

"He was seated on the bed and Elladan was seated behind him."

"Was Elladan naked?"

"No."
"See, I told you it was nothing."

Another censuring frown, "Elladan had Elrohir pent to his chest and he was...he was..."

"Yes? Yes?!"

"Stroking him."

"Stroking him?"

"Stroking him."

The hazel eyed brother leapt from his seat, "Surely, you jest! This is just some kind of calumny against the grandsons of Galadriel!"

"I kid you not! This I saw with my own two eyes! Elladan played him like an instrument until he reached completion and Elrohir was most willing and responsive."

The silver eyed brother sighed longingly, "At least now we know why Elladan so vigorously discourages his brother's suitors."

Tomorrow the Letter D

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B. brandish (bran'dish) vt.: wave

Elladan/Elrohir

The door swung open, "Elrohir-" Elladan's voice died just as suddenly as he had opened the door as he met wide, embarrassed gray eyes identical to his own. Embarrassed because he had obviously caught his brother in an extremely private moment. Elladan's eyes dropped down to where Elrohir still gripped his arousal frozen in the moment. He quickly shut the door before anyone else happened by. The soft snick of the door closing freed his brother form his trance and the younger elf lunged for the sheet hanging over the edge of the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Elrohir dropped his chin toward his heaving chest letting his long hair obscure his flaming face.

Elladan walked forward slowly, quietly, so as not to spook his prey...he meant, his brother. "Elrohir, do not be ashamed. You have done nothing wrong. Although, "he allowed a little mirth to invade his tone, "the next time you decide to brandish your sword, maybe you should lock the door." He settled down on the bed beside his twin and Elrohir peeked at him through strands of chestnut hair.

"No one else enters without knocking and you are back early from sparring with Glorfindel."

Elladan put his arm around his brother, "Yes, our resident Balrog Slayer was in high spirits this day and fought with a lightness to his step that enabled him to defeat me even faster than usual." Elladan tugged playfully at the sheet covering his brother, "But do not let me disturb your sword practice, please, do continue. I may pick up a couple of pointers." He laughed when Elrohir glared at him from under his eyebrows.

"I think not. If you want to play with a sword, play with your own."

Elladan eased behind his brother, settling against his back with a leg to each side of his waist. He tugged on the sheet again, this time not so playfully. When Elrohir tightened his grip, he took the tip of one delicately pointed ear into his mouth, since Elrohir's hands were already clenched, reflex demanded counteraction and as soon as those slender fingers loosened their grip, Elladan pulled the sheet away. Elrohir made a half hearted grab for it but abandoned the effort when Elladan wrapped one arm around his slender waist and pulled him tighter against his chest, tongue playing with the sensitive ear tip.

"What are...what are you doing, Elladan?" Breathy, barely keeping from moaning.

Elladan released the reddened ear with a pop, "Helping you with your technique, little brother." Elladan attacked the long neck bared to him as his brother writhed in his grasp. He stroked and pumped and pulled the hard shaft between his brother's legs, eyes glued to what he was doing. When a particularly violent reaction from Elrohir disturbed his grip, he used his legs to pin his brother down and keep him spread wide and vulnerable to his touch.

Elrohir was lost in a storm of pleasure and so did not hear the knock at the door. Elladan did and more than that he recognized the pattern. His gaze shot to the lock...open. Well, this should be interesting. The door opened silently and gray eyes met blue and held. He wrapped his brother's hair around his free hand to keep his head tilted backwards away from the door and gave his erection a particularly hard twisting stroke. Elrohir came with a high keening sound and went taunt in his embrace, sending creamy white fluid running over his fingers. The door closed. Elladan turned his head to kiss his brother softly. He waited until Elrohir's breathing evened back out after he had wiped him down with the edge of the sheet.

"I meant to tell you before you distracted me," Elrohir snorted at that statement, "that a convoy form Lorien arrived earlier."

Elrohir raised his head sleepily, "Who came with them?"

Elladan smiled secretively, "Oh, the usual suspects."


Tomorrow the letter C.