Want
folder
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,854
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,854
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
2
Title: Want
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Erestor/Rúmil, Erestor/Rúmil/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash, slash, smut, slash, sex, slash, more sex, slash, and sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Erestor and Rúmil lure Glorfindel into their web.
A/N: Prelude to smut. SMUT. Lots of SMUT. RAWR.
Erestor and Rúmil lazily caressed each other after having made wild, uninhibited sex on the floor of Erestor’s apartments. Right where Glorfindel had left them. It had taken too much effort to go to the bed. Besides, you couldn’t fall off the floor.
“Maybe we should get dressed and go down to dinner,” suggested Erestor, who was slowly fondling Rúmil’s soft sacs.
Rúmil smirked and teased the dark elf’s crack. “Maybe we should have sex.”
“We already did that.”
“So?”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No. Just trying to beat our record.”
“Darling, if you want to do that we’ll need the aphrodisiac from Mirkwood again.”
“I’m sure I could find some.”
“You’re a nympho.”
“So are you.”
“That’s beside the point.”
Rúmil chuckled and stood up slowly, relishing the ache in his backside. “Poor Glorfindel doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Erestor smiled at his lover and stretched before also rising to his feet. “I think he knows exactly what he’s missing and that’s why he’s such a killjoy. He hates the fact that we have sex and he doesn’t.”
Rúmil snorted and guided his dark elf into the bathing room. Ah, the benefits of being a high-ranking government officer. Rúmil didn’t have a private bathing room in Lórien, and he loved it when he could take advantage of Erestor’s.
“Maybe,” said Rúmil, “we should help out our poor, sex deprived captain.”
Erestor laughed. “I don’t think that would work, lover. Glorfindel’s virtue is guarded better than the Black Gates.”
“But just think,” continued Rúmil as the lowered himself into the filling tub. “An elf of his size and build must have something…equally as impressive in his leggings. Can you just imagine how…well endowed the captain must be? To have something so large, pumping itself into me-” Rúmil shuddered and he heard Erestor let out a moaning sigh of need.
They lay in the tub for some moments imagining what it would be like to be cleaved by the sword of the Imladris captain before Erestor sighed sadly. “We’re going to get ourselves all worked up, get him into bed, and find out he’s no bigger than my pinky.”
Rúmil guffawed. “Surely you jest. There is no way someone of his stature would carry a dagger instead of a broadsword.”
“I just don’t want to get all excited over something we’ve never even seen before.”
Rúmil smiled at his lover. “Well, the only way we’re going to find out is to seduce the noble captain to our bed.”
Erestor grinned lustily. “Ah, yes. And then we will discover the size of his broadsword.”
*******************
“Glorfindel!” called Erestor as he saw the warrior exiting the dining hall.
The blond turned around with a scowl on his handsome face. “Yes, Erestor?”
Erestor and Rúmil pulled up in front of Glorfindel and smiled in an apologetic sort of way. “We are very sorry for causing you embarrassment earlier,” said Rúmil.
“We didn’t mean to be so crass,” added Erestor. “We forget that not everyone has our sense of humor. Can you forgive two silly elves?”
The doe-like eyes of the two tiny elves melted Glorfindel’s malice faster than the fires of Mount Doom melt snow, and he smiled at the bewitching pair. “You are forgiven,” he said shaking his head in a bemused fashion.
“Good!” exclaimed Erestor. “We wanted to make amends with you, my captain. Would you accompany us to our rooms for a game of chess and some wine?”
Glorfindel raised an uneasy eyebrow.
“We just wanted to get to know you better,” said Rúmil, his eyes wide and innocent. “The only time we ever see you we’re…in the middle of something. We just thought this would be a nice way for all of us to learn more about each other.”
The warrior knew it was a trap. These two were to be suspected of mischief at all times, let alone when one was trapped with them with no witnesses or avenues of escape. However, Erestor’s hand traveling up and down his arm made him say, “Alright,” before he even had a chance to come up with an excuse.
The two little elves grinned and each took one of Glorfindel’s hands to lead him down the corridor.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
Websites: Read updates and much more first at my livejournal: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ . ALL my stories are archived at: http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 . **To join my mailing list go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/ and join the group.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: Erestor/Rúmil, Erestor/Rúmil/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: Slash, slash, smut, slash, sex, slash, more sex, slash, and sex
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Erestor and Rúmil lure Glorfindel into their web.
A/N: Prelude to smut. SMUT. Lots of SMUT. RAWR.
Erestor and Rúmil lazily caressed each other after having made wild, uninhibited sex on the floor of Erestor’s apartments. Right where Glorfindel had left them. It had taken too much effort to go to the bed. Besides, you couldn’t fall off the floor.
“Maybe we should get dressed and go down to dinner,” suggested Erestor, who was slowly fondling Rúmil’s soft sacs.
Rúmil smirked and teased the dark elf’s crack. “Maybe we should have sex.”
“We already did that.”
“So?”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No. Just trying to beat our record.”
“Darling, if you want to do that we’ll need the aphrodisiac from Mirkwood again.”
“I’m sure I could find some.”
“You’re a nympho.”
“So are you.”
“That’s beside the point.”
Rúmil chuckled and stood up slowly, relishing the ache in his backside. “Poor Glorfindel doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Erestor smiled at his lover and stretched before also rising to his feet. “I think he knows exactly what he’s missing and that’s why he’s such a killjoy. He hates the fact that we have sex and he doesn’t.”
Rúmil snorted and guided his dark elf into the bathing room. Ah, the benefits of being a high-ranking government officer. Rúmil didn’t have a private bathing room in Lórien, and he loved it when he could take advantage of Erestor’s.
“Maybe,” said Rúmil, “we should help out our poor, sex deprived captain.”
Erestor laughed. “I don’t think that would work, lover. Glorfindel’s virtue is guarded better than the Black Gates.”
“But just think,” continued Rúmil as the lowered himself into the filling tub. “An elf of his size and build must have something…equally as impressive in his leggings. Can you just imagine how…well endowed the captain must be? To have something so large, pumping itself into me-” Rúmil shuddered and he heard Erestor let out a moaning sigh of need.
They lay in the tub for some moments imagining what it would be like to be cleaved by the sword of the Imladris captain before Erestor sighed sadly. “We’re going to get ourselves all worked up, get him into bed, and find out he’s no bigger than my pinky.”
Rúmil guffawed. “Surely you jest. There is no way someone of his stature would carry a dagger instead of a broadsword.”
“I just don’t want to get all excited over something we’ve never even seen before.”
Rúmil smiled at his lover. “Well, the only way we’re going to find out is to seduce the noble captain to our bed.”
Erestor grinned lustily. “Ah, yes. And then we will discover the size of his broadsword.”
*******************
“Glorfindel!” called Erestor as he saw the warrior exiting the dining hall.
The blond turned around with a scowl on his handsome face. “Yes, Erestor?”
Erestor and Rúmil pulled up in front of Glorfindel and smiled in an apologetic sort of way. “We are very sorry for causing you embarrassment earlier,” said Rúmil.
“We didn’t mean to be so crass,” added Erestor. “We forget that not everyone has our sense of humor. Can you forgive two silly elves?”
The doe-like eyes of the two tiny elves melted Glorfindel’s malice faster than the fires of Mount Doom melt snow, and he smiled at the bewitching pair. “You are forgiven,” he said shaking his head in a bemused fashion.
“Good!” exclaimed Erestor. “We wanted to make amends with you, my captain. Would you accompany us to our rooms for a game of chess and some wine?”
Glorfindel raised an uneasy eyebrow.
“We just wanted to get to know you better,” said Rúmil, his eyes wide and innocent. “The only time we ever see you we’re…in the middle of something. We just thought this would be a nice way for all of us to learn more about each other.”
The warrior knew it was a trap. These two were to be suspected of mischief at all times, let alone when one was trapped with them with no witnesses or avenues of escape. However, Erestor’s hand traveling up and down his arm made him say, “Alright,” before he even had a chance to come up with an excuse.
The two little elves grinned and each took one of Glorfindel’s hands to lead him down the corridor.