Ahyamë

Title: Ahyamë
Chapter: Two
Author: Orchyd Constyne and Ashek Thordin
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Fandom: LOTR
Archive: OEAM
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Disclaimer: We do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, het, incest, twincest, rape, torture, BDSM, kink, mpreg (eventually), violence, angst
Beta: Helena Snow-Renn, Chloe Amethyst
Cast: Thranduil/Erestor, Thranduil/Gwindor, Gwindor/Erestor, Gwindor/Thranduil/Erestor, Maglor/Maedhros, Maglor/Daeron, Maedhros/Fingon, Daeron/Thranduil, Thranduil/OFC, Thranduil/OMC, Daeron/OMC, Erestor/OMC, Glorfindel/Gelmir, Amrod/Amras, Legolas/OMC, Námo/Ingwë, OMC/OMC, OFC/OFC, OMC/OFC... just to name a few!
Summary: In the Fifth Age of Man, all the Elves who had wandered through Arda have returned to the shores of Aman.
Author Note: This fic is dedicated to the memory of Di, who had been a great lady. She left us far too soon.

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Thranduil opened the door to his estate and ushered Erestor in, nodding to Rhovandir as they walked through the hall. He was through discussing love and would much prefer to explore the physical.

"Enough of such talk," he murmured, sensuality dripping from his words as he pulled Erestor against him. "I believe we have negotiations to see to."

Erestor smiled and dipped his head respectfully to Rhovandir as they passed. He hummed his pleasure when pulled flush against Thranduil. "Aye. Let us see what you can bring to this large conference table you spoke of." The sensuality he heard in Thranduil's voice was mirrored in his own. He had, after all, learned from the best.

Up the stairs Thranduil took Erestor, to the far bedroom, where two of the four walls of the room were covered in banks of windows.

The 'conference table' was, indeed, large.

"Shall I kiss you now?" Thranduil asked, kicking the door shut behind them. "Or do you not need such formality?"

Erestor was hardly a blushing maid, and the wicked gleam in his eyes made that astoundingly clear. Wrapping an arm around Thranduil's waist, he let his hand slide enticingly from the small of the blond's back, down the curve of his buttocks to his thigh, and then back up. With the other hand, he guided his friend's mouth down to his own, licking the soft petals of his lips teasingly but not connecting in a true kiss.

"I am one Noldo you do not need to waste time seducing."

"No, I did that Ages ago," Thranduil growled before taking Erestor's mouth in a searing kiss. Erestor's touch had already set fire to his blood, and as he slid his tongue into his lover's mouth, tasted him once more, the heat pooled quickly in his groin. He enjoyed the ease and delight of being with Erestor.

Erestor moaned quietly, tightening his hold around Thranduil's waist. His hand drifted down to grip the firm globe of Thranduil's backside through the fabric of his leggings. He twined his tongue expertly with Thranduil's, active but utterly submissive as he reacquainted himself with the taste of his friend.

Thranduil had always been far more dominant than Erestor, though he had nothing but positive things to say about Thranduil's prowess as the designer and instigator of their trysts. Erestor had learned long ago that his friend possessed a varied imagination. Thranduil needed to be in control. It was a constant in his life. Not just with this one partner, and not just in matters of the bedroom. Control was his mainstay, the root of everything he strove for.

Hands began to work on clothing while Thranduil ravished Erestor's mouth. He moaned softly as Erestor's hand groped him, and he pressed his swelling erection against the Noldo. His blood rushed in his ears, and Thranduil wanted nothing more than to just press Erestor to the wall and take him -- hard and fast -- and his arms tightened around Erestor.

Erestor quickly responded to the substantial skill of Thranduil's lips, and he ground his hips sensually against the blond, bringing their fronts into alignment. The pressure against his sex brought a slight flush of arousal to his pale skin. His hands abandoned their posts to aid in the removal of their clothing, loosening the laces of Thranduil's shirt while simultaneously teasing the rings at Thranduil's chest.

With every movement of his hips, Erestor became more inflamed. As he groaned, his hands slid beneath Thranduil's shirt, pinching and tugging gently at the rings before pulling the garment up and over the tall Elf's head.

Thranduil's moans grew into growls the more heated their touches became. His nipples quickly hardened around the rings so that each tug and pinch sent shocks of intense pleasure to his groin. As soon as his shirt was removed, he yanked Erestor's up and off, pulling their chests together as he walked Erestor back towards the bed. His kisses were more demanding, deep and forceful. Thranduil's teeth nipped, his hands grasped, and he rubbed himself against Erestor in eager anticipation.

A week, after all, was quite a while for him to go without bedroom company.

For Erestor, though, it had been nearly four decades since he last shared his bed with another. He had merely kept the company of his right hand since then. He moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the Elvenking's mouth. Erestor all but melted under the powerful strokes of their tongues and the sizzling friction of their cloth-encased members grinding against one another. He tweaked one of the mithril rings, pulling and twisting with just a little more force.

Breaking away from Thranduil's wicked mouth for a deep breath, Erestor panted harshly against the other's lips. "What shall I do to please you, meldir?" It was a question he tended to ask whenever they reconnected after a period of time, reasserting that Thranduil was in complete control and that he was most willing to do as the elder Elf bid.

"You're doing a very good job so far," Thranduil said hotly against Erestor's mouth. "However..." he smiled slowly. "I would like to see if you're still as good with your mouth as you were when we had our last tryst." His hands left Erestor's body, and he unlaced his trousers as he watched the Noldo. He had taught Erestor how best to please him, and the councillor had taken to the lessons with amazing fervour, surpassing even Thranduil's expectations.

He slid his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, standing proudly in front of Erestor, fully erect and waiting.

The Elvenking was large in stature, standing a full hand higher than Erestor, and he was quite stunning in his nudity: strong, broad in the shoulders, his skin slightly golden and flushed with arousal. Thranduil was proportionate, and though some would find the Elf's erect sex daunting, Erestor eyed it hungrily as he took in the sight of his lover.

He ran his hands from shoulders to chest, teasing at the rings once more before dropping to his knees. His hands slid lower and lower, down the built torso and strong thighs. Erestor looked up, his stormy eyes smouldering as he darted out his tongue to gather a few drops of the seeping fluid from the head of the dark column. After a few laps, he moaned and dropped his gaze, taking the length in slowly so every fraction was felt as his mouth surrounded the large girth. He did not stop his descent until he had taken in as much as he could.

Thranduil's groan was long, deep, as Erestor slowly slipped down his shaft. Sapphire eyes watched from behind a curtain of gold, his lips parted as his breath came quickly. Thranduil found the sight of his hard flesh slipping between Erestor's kiss-darkened lips deeply erotic. It was a sense of mild possession that caused him to pulse on that talented tongue.

"Erestor..." he breathed, the word as intimate a caress as if his fingers had brushed against his lover's body.

That verbal caress made Erestor shiver, and he moaned around the Elvenking's flesh. His hands, which had been stroking along thighs and buttocks, now became a bit more forward. Steadying himself with one, he circled the fingers of the other around the base of Thranduil's sex. He teased with light touches and scratches on the sensitive skin, moving to massage the sac beneath the heavy length before taking a firm hold on the shaft.

Erestor's movements were slow and achingly sensual as he rose and fell on his lover, expertly varying his suction in the way he knew Thranduil enjoyed. He flicked his tongue over all he could take in and stroked with his hand what he couldn't. Every so often, his eyes glanced up at Thranduil, the vision of his friend in his passion undeniably beautiful.

Thranduil was an Elf who could adeptly control his own body. While arousal climbed higher, he knew he would not allow himself to peak in Erestor's mouth. No, he wanted his friend's *body*, and he would have it. He moaned, amazed at how well Erestor remembered his preferences, and his hands moved into the thick mass of his lover's hair. Thranduil did not move, did not seek to thrust himself deeper into the wetness of Erestor's throat, as many of his own lovers had often done to *him*. He merely stood there, hands massaging Erestor's scalp, soft words of praise leaving his own lips, and savoured the wonderful feel of the councillor's impressive skill.

"You... have improved in your... negotiations... meldir," he murmured a little breathlessly.

Erestor pulled off Thranduil with a slick sound, panting slightly against the wet skin. "Even in the peace of Aman... a councillor finds ways to hone his skills," he chuckled, his lips brushing against the head of Thranduil's sex. His eyes were dark, his cheeks a pleasant shade of pink as he stared up at his lover with a smirk. "Are you going to take me, or do I need to submit a formal petition, *my Lord*?" He made a small mockery of their positions; the dutiful councillor catering to the king's needs.

Thranduil laughed, the sound rich and thick with his obvious arousal. "Has Aman taught you finally that there is no need for preliminary measures? Certainly one does not merely dive into a treaty, do they?" he purred, lifting Erestor from his position.

Erestor grinned as he rose. "That all depends on how well the writer prepares the original document. Sometimes no amendments need be made." He moaned very softly at the teasing way Thranduil brushed his trousers and loosened the laces. Erestor's hand continued to stroke slowly at his friend's shaft as Thranduil leaned in and sucked at his neck, his hands sliding into Erestor's trousers.

"Oh, so you need no time to... prepare?" Thranduil whispered against his throat.

Erestor uttered a drawn out moan, his hips moving into Thranduil's hands and his head falling back a bit to allow Thranduil better access. "The document you speak of, unfortunately, has not been edited in some time. I fear preparations are necessary in this case." Erestor smiled, but his eyes turned slightly serious as he met Thranduil's gaze, breaking their strain of innuendo for a moment. "It has been... quite a while, Thranduil."

Thranduil nodded and kissed Erestor deeply, expressing without words his full understanding. When his lips parted from Erestor's, he breathed, "Undress and kneel on the bed, meldir, while I fetch the ink necessary to edit your parchments."

Erestor read into Thranduil's body language, caught the understanding, and he smiled into the kiss as he gave himself over to his friend's keeping. Erestor knew Thranduil could easily reacquaint him with the pleasures of receiving and trusted him completely.

The councillor stripped himself of his leggings and climbed onto the large bed with a chuckle. Thranduil's bed had always been expansive, large enough for at least three people to sleep comfortably, though he was unsure the Elvenking had ever entertained so many at once. His erection made a gentle curve upwards as he knelt on the coverlet. His hands came up to undo the braids in his dark hair, his grey eyes watching his lover.

If Erestor had asked, the king would have told him that the bed could comfortably fit more than just three. Thranduil knew this for a fact. He pulled a small bottle of thick oil from his bedside table and knelt on the bed behind Erestor. Popping the stopper, Thranduil poured a generous amount into his palm, and then reached around to begin stroking Erestor's shaft with the slick hand. He nestled his erection against the crevice of his lover's backside, taunting him with the heat and weight of his sex so close as he moved his hand up and down the hard organ in his grip. His teeth nipped and mouth suckled along Erestor's neck and shoulders, seeking to drive the Noldo to distraction with want.

Erestor groaned the moment the oiled hand touched his engorged length and, resting his head back and to the side, he marvelled at the way Thranduil knew exactly where to touch him and how -- the places on his neck that were the most sensitive, the precise movements of wrist and fingers that drove him mad with need. Erestor reached behind him, his long fingers gripping at Thranduil's scalp and hip. He could feel the ample length pressed between the globes of his backside. The mere memory of that length piercing him caused a loud moan to tumble from his lips as he undulated sensually between fist and the hot, teasing column.

"Gods, I want you inside me," he breathed distractedly, revelling in the sensations Thranduil provided and the memories of their past couplings.

"Ah, but the document must be properly prepped," Thranduil breathed into Erestor's ear, his hand leaving the now-glistening shaft. He shifted away from his lover's body enough to allow his fingers to swirl around the opening hidden between Erestor's buttocks, and then one slid into the gripping, hot passage. "All secure treaties are adequately researched. Bend forward onto your hands, meldir," he said with a smirk that could be heard in his voice. He had always loved their banter. Erestor's wit and intelligence challenged him, and Thranduil found that to be his friend's most attractive trait.

Erestor whimpered when the contact on his shaft was withdrawn, but he was quickly left breathless once again when he was breached. While his body did not reject the intrusion, it fluttered a moment before releasing the tension. Even after such an amount of time, he readily accepted the single digit.

After letting out a calming breath, he leaned forward onto his hands, his hair a silky curtain of darkness on his back. "I fear you shall have to... delve deeper to obtain the knowledge needed for this treaty, meldir." A soft moan slipped passed Erestor's lips as he relaxed as much as possible.

"I am one for serious research in any document," Thranduil murmured, his voice taking on a breathless quality. Erestor had always been a pale, graceful creature of snow and darkness. It was strange to Thranduil that he'd become such close friends with the Noldo as quickly as he had. He'd meant for Erestor to be a one-night conquest. That one night had turned into dozens throughout the years.

His finger slipped further in, until his knuckles pressed into the softness of Erestor's backside. "Do you think... that is deep enough, pen vara?" he asked, curving his finger to rub slowly across the bump inside.

Erestor gasped, his neck arching back when that spot inside was stroked expertly. He had not felt that sensation in *far* too long, and it made his whole body shiver in pleasure. "Ai, yes! That is..." A moan disrupted his sentence, and he simply purred as his hips tilted in a very inviting way, welcoming the Elvenking's attentions.

Thranduil chuckled richly. "I thought that might satisfy your need for thorough research. However, I think your horizons need to be... broader." He added more oil to his fingers before returning and spreading Erestor's passage gently with two fingers. "Ah, yes. I think we're getting closer to some sort of agreement in the negotiations, don't you?" he teased, leaning down to lick from his fingers up to the small of Erestor's back. He thrust lazily, spreading his fingers wide as he did. Thranduil felt the walls of his lover's passage slowly give to his constant pressure, and then he teased that raised area along the channel, delighting in the shudder that ran down Erestor's spine in response.

Erestor responded with a groan. The second finger stretched him, the discomfort slight and more of an annoyance than anything else, as it ensured they could not speed up the process. Erestor resigned himself to the slow, leisurely pace that Thranduil set, emitting small cries of pleasure whenever he felt that bump within him rubbed. "'Tis the deeds of your hands... and the practiced skill... of your mouth," he panted out, "that shall convince or dissuade me... to sign off."

"Have the rumours of my talents not reached your fair ears, Erestor?" Thranduil continued to work Erestor's passage until the muscles gave under his constant pressure. When the two digits slid easily in and out, when Erestor moved against him eagerly, Thranduil slowly added the third finger. Three always made the initial passing of his sex more bearable, and he took the extra time to make certain Erestor was well prepared to receive him.

The flush of Erestor's skin deepened as he became more aroused by the moment, the fingers in him deliciously familiar. With a loud moan, Erestor ceased his movements; his passage fluttered around the fingers for a few seconds. He breathed deeply. Inhaling, he purposefully tensed, and then relaxed on his exhale, freeing up the muscles of his backside with a sigh. "Your negotiations... tend to end up... involving your sword... barbaric Wood-Elf." But his voice was amused as he continued to pant, another moan issuing from him as the fingers began to move again.

"You *like* my sword and its many uses." Thranduil groaned, his body beginning to ache with the anticipation. "By the Valar, you're tight!" He wanted to swiftly bury himself in Erestor's body, but he restrained himself. Thranduil did not wish to hurt his lover.

Erestor felt that spot once again send sparks of burning heat through him, and he whimpered. "Aye... I like it," he admitted amid his panting. "I am defenceless against such brute force. A mere scribe pitted against a mighty warrior..." Erestor nearly squirmed. "Gods, Thranduil!"

The Sinda withdrew his fingers. "The finer points of negotiation will have to wait for another time, my dear Councillor. For now, I think it is time for that brute force." Thranduil coated his sex liberally, and then grasped Erestor's hips, nudging the oiled opening with the large head of his erection. He teased them both with the momentary pause.

Erestor felt a flush come to his face when the hot oiled length pushed against him. "Thranduil," he ground out with a nearly delirious moan. "Stop teasing, and just have me," he requested, though he did not say please. Looking over his shoulder, his dark eyes glimmered as he reached behind him with one hand to spread himself wantonly, 'accidentally' brushing Thranduil's sex in the process.

Thranduil's moan was loud, and he pressed forward. Years apart did not lessen the familiar feel of slipping ever so slowly into Erestor. He'd had many, *many* lovers, but the ones he asked back to his bed, he never forgot.

Not a single aspect of their bodies.

He knew exactly how to best angle that first thrust to evoke the most pleasure for them both. After he gave a strangled cry of absolute delight, he pushed until his thick shaft was seated fully within Erestor. Sweat broke out on his brow and back as he waited, panting as Erestor adjusted to his girth, his hands clutching tightly at the Noldo's waist.

Erestor's breath caught in his throat and, for many moments, he forgot to breathe. He only exhaled when Thranduil was fully within him, the sound a shaky cry that seemed to echo slightly in the stone-walled room. "Broadsword indeed..." he gasped between laboured breaths that shook his frame. "I had... nearly forgotten."

While Erestor's lovers tended to be male, until he had met Thranduil, he had never been with someone quite as endowed. The girth that pierced him made his passage ache for a minute as he adjusted. The moment he felt himself relax, he swivelled his hips invitingly, signalling Thranduil that he was ready.

That swivel was all Thranduil needed. He began with an easy, shallow rhythm, not wanting to move too quickly. Gradually, his thrusts became longer, a little faster, until the tip of his shaft tugged at the muscles of Erestor's opening. Plunging back in, Thranduil moaned, the sound almost like a rumbling purr. His hands rubbed first at Erestor's hips, then moved to his back. Thranduil scratched his nails lightly down either side of the Elf's spine, and when he reached the cheeks of Erestor's buttocks, he spread them wider in order to thrust that much deeper.

The pressure against the walls of his tight passage was intoxicating, and Erestor cried out at the slick way their bodies moved against one another. His sounds became increasingly passionate the more Thranduil altered their pace to exactly where they both enjoyed it when together. "Gods, yes!" His pale skin was flushed prettily. A sheen of sweat made his hair bunch slightly and stick to his back and arms. The sensual touches of his lover's hands, from the scratching along his back to aiding the deep thrusts, made him feel utterly possessed. Erestor moaned his appreciation for Thranduil's attentions, as they showed just how closely the Elvenking paid attention to his body. Thranduil tailored his lovemaking perfectly to suit Erestor's wants even before Erestor knew those wants, and it made every coupling exquisite.

His body slowly began to truly accept Thranduil's girth, and he cried out frequently. The head and shaft brushed against that glorious spot with nearly every thrust, causing his body to shiver as he gradually built up toward completion.

Thranduil took his time, drawing out the experience. Erestor *was* special. Like Loniel or Daeron or Rhovandir, those who graced his bed repeatedly. The ones who made him laugh. The ones who made him *feel* something again, no matter how briefly.

With Erestor, there was also intimacy. Thranduil craved it since it was so rare a thing for him. He snaked both arms around Erestor's waist and urged him up. Erestor's legs were spread wide across his thighs, and he impaled Erestor deeply, panting and moaning near his lover's ear. "I... am not going... to do all the work... meldir," he growled as he bit and licked along the ridge of Erestor's ear. He kept his right arm securely around Erestor's waist, offering balance for them both. "Move upon me as I thrust into you."

To encourage Erestor, Thranduil wrapped his left hand around Erestor's shaft in a moderate grip, giving enough friction to be pleasurable, but not enough to bring release, not until Erestor began to ride him.

The shift in position sent a shock of pleasure through Erestor even as Thranduil's sex, so deep within him, caused the slightest of discomforts. With his legs wide, he felt vulnerable and empowered all at once, and a deep, throaty moan left him at his lover's command.

The hand on his shaft was more than enough incentive, and he tensed his thighs, lifting slowly off Thranduil's lap until the head of the blond's erection put pressure against his guardian muscles. Knowing the amplitude he could take himself, he slowly lowered. His pace gained momentum rapidly, until he was rising and falling in wanton abandon, thrusting into Thranduil's fist before pushing himself down sharply on his achingly large sex.

His head fell back as he cried out again and again, resting on Thranduil's shoulder as he found himself nearing his blinding end. "Ai! Thranduil!!" He all but begged for more from his lover, desperately wanting to feel that release he could feel swiftly approaching.

Thranduil had rarely enjoyed such a lover as Erestor. For that, he was thankful, for he treasured their friendship and their play. His hand tightened, moved with purpose over the oily, hot flesh between Erestor's thighs. Thranduil's right arm pulled Erestor against him, just a little closer as he swelled within the passage. To stifle his howl of pleasure, Thranduil bit at the junction of Erestor's throat and shoulder, sharp teeth exerting dangerous pressure, but not enough to pierce the skin. His shout as he climaxed, spilling within Erestor, was mostly muffled by pale, smooth skin. Thranduil felt that fleeting moment of perfect connection that stilled his loneliness for a heartbeat.

The slick pressure on his engorged sex, and the stinging pain as he was bitten, sent Erestor over the edge with a scream that resounded in the room and likely down the hall of Thranduil's estate. White fire spread across his vision and through his limbs as he shuddered harshly in Thranduil's arms, spilling his seed on hand and sheets. It was a wonderful sense of oneness that fleetingly came over him in the blinding heat of climax, a sense that he was no longer alone, though it ended far too soon when his vision returned and his heartbeat began to settle.

He collapsed against Thranduil's chest, feeling the metal rings and the pounding heart of his lover against his sweat-slicked back. Erestor smiled breathlessly, revelling in the aftermath of his climax at Thranduil's hands. It was wholly different than the feelings he could arouse in himself when need awoke in him over the years, pleasantly different and sating. "Who won the debate?" he teased, licking his lips to moisten them.

Thranduil dragged his tongue sensually along the bite mark, his arms around Erestor's slighter form. "I think we may have to call this one a draw," he chuckled. "What do you think, O Wise One?"

Erestor whimpered softly, a slight pain radiating from the mark down his throat and along his jaw and face. "I would say we both spoke our share, and that it must be decided at a later date. After all, it seems we are engaged in a series of debates." He laughed, simply resting his weight against Thranduil, his arms coming to rest atop his lover's as he turned his head and brought their smiling lips together briefly.

Thranduil kissed Erestor slowly, his thumb rubbing at the Noldo's stomach soothingly. "I have missed you," he murmured, eyes warm and deep.

"I have missed you, too," Erestor purred, his voice deep and sated as his stormy eyes met Thranduil's for a lingering moment.

Thranduil had been with him through many trials in history, and he with Thranduil. And while neither was pledged in love to another, it had always been a comfortable exchange. They shared their bodies and found comfort without the strings of commitment beyond the deep friendship they already possessed.

"It has been too long since I last visited you in Laicanan."

"I had to come all the way out to Tirion to debate with you," Thranduil tsked. "Therefore, I insist you visit me in Laicanan very soon." Gently, he sat down and back, withdrawing his semi-soft sex from Erestor's now well-used backside.

Erestor emitted a soft moan as Thranduil extracted himself, feeling a small rush of fluid leak from his reddened opening. "Not before you stay the winter here. I would not have you displease your daughter on my account," he said with a grin as he leaned down and to the side, and slowly stretched out on the bed.

Thranduil climbed down from the bed and went into the washroom. It was the one thing he did enjoy in Tirion, other than Erestor's company: indoor plumbing. He had to hand it to the Noldor... they were an ingenious group of troublemakers.

He washed his hands and groin, wetted a cloth and returned to the bed. With gentleness he only expressed with a handful of lovers, Thranduil cleansed Erestor's groin and backside, and then wiped the remaining seed from the bed sheets. He flopped down in front of Erestor, golden hair falling around him like threads of spun gold.

Thranduil grinned like a sated lion, all teeth and hair. "Bainwen would forgive me if I brought home a pretty kitty like yourself," he teased.

Erestor hummed quietly as he was so carefully tended to, a dull ache settling in his backside. His friend was beautiful as he lay beside him, gold framing the deep cerulean eyes. "Kitty?" he questioned as he purposefully stretched like a cat would, his arms out in front of him, his back arching with his bottom in the air. "I have no idea what you are talking about, meldir." He grinned, leaning in to press a fond kiss on Thranduil's lips before lying back down next to his lover.

Thranduil brushed his hand down Erestor's cheek. "Yes. Definitely a kitty." He laughed quietly, pleasantly satisfied with their exertions. "Care to spend the evening in the company of a king?" he asked, knowing he was hardly a king with Erestor. He was merely Thranduil with this Elf.

With a calculating look, Erestor shook his head. "Kings are frightfully intimidating company. I would much prefer to spend the evening with a friend." He smiled, gathering his hair and twisting it before he tied it in a loose, informal, knot.

Thranduil smiled, and it was a true expression. The mask he tended to use with others was shed with Erestor. "Aye. The company of a friend would be most welcome, Erestor."

"Then that is what you shall have, Thranduil," Erestor said, leaning his head on a folded arm and brushing a bit of the shining golden hair behind the point of his friend's ear.

The Elvenking smirked, eyes sparkling. "I always get what I want."

TBC...

English/Elvish:
pen vara - eager one