My Dreams, My Heaven

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Italic = indicates thoughts

- Twins are yummy- = indicates the twins mind speaking to each other

'Elves' = means elvish being spoken

* Action * = indicates something being done physically by a character


Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story other than my own characters and their lives; I do this simply for my own enjoyment and get nor want any money from doing this.

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My Dreams, My Heaven
Chapter twelve


Las moaned softly as Legolas kissed and suckled down to the base of his neck. After getting over his distress of seeing Elladan naked, he had grown bolder.


He had soon untied Elrohir’s robe finding the twins were completely identical in everyway, though he intended to discover any differences they might just have.


Next Las have undressed Legolas. His friends seemed to be letting him do all the undressing, and it helped him feel in control, it felt as though he was setting the pace and not them.

He did not feel that they were his parents or any of the customers he had to lay down for. So far things were indeed very good.


He felt the bodice of his robes become loose, he stilled suddenly. And Legolas wrapped his arms around him calming him with soothing words, reassuring him that he was with his friends and that they would not harm him.


He relaxed, and Elrohir captured his lips, kissing him gently but deeply and passionately. Wrapping his arms around the twin, he lot himself in the kisses Elrohir gave him.

He barley noticed when the robes fell from his shoulders, Legolas helped him moves his arms through the sleeves. Both twins
were now keeping Las distracted, kissing his face and neck.


Warms hands slid down his now bared skin. Feeling every curve of his body, mapping every scare his body bore. Hands where all over his body, He had no idea just how arousing hands could be…


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A Messenger entered the halls of fire, searching for lord Elrond he came to stand before him bowing slightly.

“My lord Elrond someone has arrived late”

“Oh and who is that?”

The messenger smiled, looking slightly uneasy

“He calls himself…lord Ashbara”

Elrond raised an eyebrow quizzically, he had never heard of any lord named such, but who was he to turn down a new lord wishing to gain notice.

“Well it would be unlike us to send him away let him come in”

The messenger nodded heading off to retrieve the late arrival.


Soon the messenger returned leading in Lord Ashbara, when the messenger moved away revealing the lord in full. Elrond thought he had never seen an elf as tall as he or with hair as white or with skin so dark.


Ashbara had dark almost blood red robes wrapped about his body, giving him a dark and foreboding look. But Elrond stood anyways despite that fact that he felt slightly put off by such an elf.


When Ashbara moved closer to him, he noticed the elf had an almost bluish black tone to his skin, and his eyes were so pale a blue Elrond almost thought he had no iris to his eyes.


This elf set warning bells off in his mind, but for some reason he went against all he body and mind and heart told him to do, and greeted the dark elf and accepting him into his house…


Elrond opened his arms wide planting a warm and welcoming smile upon his face.


“My lord Ashbara, I must say I do not know of you but you are welcome here! Please come and sit and tell us about yourself and how you came to be here”


Ashbara nodded his head in greeting


“Lord Elrond tis so kind of you to allow me to come to this lovely…party, I have heard about it and have longed to come.”


The two lords sat down next to the fire, with all of Elrond’s friends close by, and smiling and welcoming lord Ashbara.

The only one who did not seem to welcome his presence in Imladris was Glorfindel. Unlike the others, Glorfindel was heeding his warning bells, and everything about this elf made his flesh crawl, his eyes held evil in them and Glorfindel did not like this.


This was no dark elf, this was something sinister.


Glorfindel knew of dark elves, there were very few tribes left of them. They were to only elves besides wood elves that had a very deep connection with nature. There was nothing about them that made you fear them or want to dislike them.


Their dark raven skin entranced you and their eyes varied in so many shades that normal elves did not have.

Yet this elf was…evil it was the only word he could find to describe him. His eyes were of no color he had ever seen in a dark elf. This had to be a disguise of some sort…one that was clever but the eyes always revealed the truth…

TBC…

More tomorrow!