A Healing Touch

Okay, this is an additonal chapter that I just finished writing, since some certain people, ::Glares pointedly at Mawgy:: wouldn't get off my case about it.

Silent Archer: Damn, good luck on those MCAS. Don't worry, I don't believe in elf slaughter. (Unlike Peter Jackson, thank you very much). Blaspheme!! How dare you insult Elrond? Heehee, j/k. Enjoy!

Steph: Well I'm glad you like it. I guess I just didn't get as much graphic violence in there as I wanted. I suck at battle scenes. And you're welcome.

giggle: Cruise on to the end? You sound as if I plan on ending this any time soon. Don't tell me you're getting bored with it already? There's lots more to come. But anyway, thats true about not seeing it through the eyes of the author, I'm glad you liked it, at least.

JastaElf: Thats it! That's how it goes! Lol, I couldn't remember, the last time I heard that song was two years ago. Yeah, my mother usually has the radio station on the oldies, she likes their news, apparently. I think that song could be easily related to the war now, too. Still, it has a pretty good tune to it. Anyway, thanks for the review, and I'm happy you enjoyed it.

shannondey: Thanks alot! Now maybe I can actually find that song next time I go to HMV, lol. Anyway, I guess I just didn't like this chapter because it didn't come out exactly as I hoped. I feel I kind of rushed it, but ah well, you guys liked it, so thats good, at least.

Isis: Yay, I get a hug *hugs back* lol, I'm happy you enjoyed it. I guess I'm just too much of a damn perfectionist. It's different what you see in your mind than what you put down on paper. Meh, at least you all enjoyed it, that's what matters.

lilith: Lol, I know, I promised, and I don't break my promises either so don't worry. It does build suspense though, dont it? And nope, the story's faaaar from over yet.

Mawgy: LMAO! You gotta admit though, that thought is pretty funny. Don't worry, lol, if I was going to involve beastiality in this fic, I would have put it on the warnings. Don't worry, everyone makes mistakes, Naurhir and Narofea get mixed up quite often, thats what I get for starting both their names off with 'N's'. Narofea's the red haired elfling, Nuarhir's the dragon. Ok, I'll stop teasing you now. Anyway... yeah, thats pretty much it, actually. The chapter just didn't meet my expectations. But I'm glad you liked it. Yes, Erestor saved Elrond's ass, I knew that would please you. See? You know the story! You remembered it better than me. Lol, that sounds like such unproper english. I have a feeling you'll just love me for this chapter. Enjoy!

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Additional Author's notes: Mawgy, this chapter's dedicated to you, on the count of I wrote this chapter mainly for you. See? I went back, and re-wrote a chapter for this fic to make you happy. I hope you're pleased with it.

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No sooner did Legolas exit the Healing Halls by the Lady's bidding, was he confronted with his brother Nava waiting for him in the hall and with him stood his long time friend, Narofea. A smile soon spread across the young prince's face at the sight of his companion, which closely matched the red head's own. The two elves limped up to each other, grasping each others forearms in greeting. "Mae govannen, Narofea!"

"Legolas, gwador! It is good to see you, again." The young soldier brought his friend into a tight embrace, not noticing the slight wince of his friend, but the young prince quickly pushed off his moment of pain, simply relieved that his friend was alive and well.

"Ah, I see you've already met my eldest brother," Legolas turned then to match his brother's amused smirk. "Nava, how do you fare?"

"Quite fine, muindor." the heir replied as he put an affectionate arm around his sibling's shoulder. "I was just speaking with your dear friend here of your childhood together. I must admit I am intrigued to hear the story of how you and he found a dragon hatchling in the woods. Why is it that I never heard this tale before?"

"'Tis a long story." the younger elf responded sheepishly. "What I wish to know is why you are harassing my friend, here?"

The red haired elf merely chuckled good naturedly. "He harasses me not, dear Legolas. I was on my way to give Erestor our casualties report and I bumped into your brother here. You've never told me that you've lead such an interesting life this side of Arda."

"And I am not about to," Legolas grinned, guiding his friend by a hand on his back halfway down the hall before he had a chance to reveal some more than embarrassing stories. "Go and give Erestor that report of yours and I shall speak with you again later.

"Ai! Is this any way to treat visitors?" Narofea replied with mock hurt.

"It is when that visitor threatens your reputation." A good hearted chuckle was followed by that last retort as Legolas turned back to his brother, whom was grinning at him conspicuously. The younger prince's brow furrowed. "Do not leer at me so."

"I don't know what you are talking about." the crown prince retorted with mischief written all over his features. "Your friends are an odd bunch, Legolas. They suit you perfectly."

"Think what you will." the elfling replied with a smirk. "Why are you here?"

"Ah, father asked me to see to your wounds. Since the healers are occupied with the injured from our little skirmish, and he himself had to return to the Throne room for rather pressing matters, I'm afraid that leaves you to suffer my company."

"Lovely," the younger elf replied sarcastically. "I get to suffer at the hands of my relentless elder brother."

Nava chuckled under his breath. "Watch your tongue, whelp. Remember who gives the orders here."

"Do not worry, I doubt ada's rule would ever be questioned." Legolas yelped as he was playfully smacked upside the head as his brother led him to his rooms.

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"Give this to Lindir. See that he understands the game plan and his soldiers are in top shape before they lift even a single helm."

"Yes, my lord." The young soldier walked away from Erestor's side without so much as a fuss and headed directly for his commander with a rolled up parchment clutched in his hand.

Erestor slowly looked around, surveying the bloodied and turned up earth scattered with corpses, spider, orc, and elf alike. Pointless, it was. All this death, millions of lives taken and for what? World domination. Why could it not be that all races simply respected each others thoughts and beliefs?

With Glorfindel out of action, and Elrond injured from the fight, it was now the advisor's gruelling responsibility to see the elven bodies returned to their respected families for a proper funeral and the carcasses of the enemy burned before a clean up crew could be brought in.

It was not the first time Erestor had seen war, but the sight of bodies spread across the earth still made his stomach want to lurch. To think of the needlessness of all these deaths... fathers, brothers, children, each of these elves had family, family that would have to come to terms with their deaths and mourn for them, just as he had many years ago for his own family, for his wife and beloved child...

"The report you asked for, sir." The advisor practically jumped at the sudden voice and swiftly turned on the intruder that distracted him from his musings. Narofea stood before him, holding an open parchment to him.

The major-domo snatched the paper from the wild haired elf with a scowl, his eyes immediately drawing to the inking scribbled across, scanning over the numbers of destruction and deaths and his voice seemed lost to him. After re-reading the writings on the sheepskin several times, he slowly gazed back up at the younger elf, and to Narofea it looked as if he were a lost child. "Are you sure?"

The elfling nodded sorrowfully. "I'm afraid so, sir. Lord Thranduil did the calculations himself." He said nothing more, waiting to gauge a reaction from the elder elf.

For a moment, Erestor's face was blank as he stared out into space. With a sigh, he turned around and walked several paces, and in an action surprising everyone present, he suddenly whipped out a dagger and with a cry of rage drove it into a nearby tree. He leaned his head against the sturdy trunk then, closing his eyes tightly, internally struggling with his emotions, oblivious to attention he had attracted.

Narofea was speechless. In all the time he had known the witty advisor, he had never known him to lose his temper. Like others, he stood stock still simply staring at the dark haired elf, not daring to utter a word.

Erestor seemed to compose himself then but frowned with embarrassment as he noticed the attention he had gathered. His skin flushed brightly, and not able to mutter any snide remark at all, he turned hurriedly and into the forest.

"Lord Erestor!" Narofea cried but no response met him. Snapping back to the rest of the soldiers whom still appeared to be stunned by the major-domo's behaviour, he snapped; "Well, what are you all standing around for? Back to work with you!" The young elf turned around then, quickly chasing after the advisor.

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It was not hard to track Erestor down, as he hardly bothered to cover his tracks. Narofea slowed from his jog as he caught sight of the dark haired elf and he immediately frowned at the sight that beheld him.

The major-domo was seated on a rock, overlooking the rapids of the river before him. He held his chin in one hand, rasping in uneven breaths. But what shocked the young elf the most was the stream of tears that were visible on his cheeks.

The young elf was at a loss of what to do. Surely the advisor would not accept his company in his present state? Nay, he would most likely be angered by the intrusion, embarrassed to appear vulnerable. Another thought struck him. If he did not try and console the dark haired elf, who would? As far as he knew, Erestor had no lover, no companion that he could share his burdens with. It was known to all that Erestor was a very private and solitary elf. He would never allow anyone to see him in this state, and perhaps that was the problem? The poor elf had no one to share his burdens with, nor his joy and happiness. Setting his face straight, his mind made up, Narofea quietly approached the distraught elf.

A tentative hand was placed on his shoulder, and Erestor started at the touch, snapping his head around angrily to face the intruder. "Narofea," he growled, standing his full height and crudely wiping at the tear stains tracking down his face. "For Eru's sake, lad, can you not leave an elf to himself for even five minutes? What is it you want?"

"I was worried about you, Erestor." the other elf replied, ignoring the advisor's sardonic remark and gazed into his swollen eyes. "Why do you weep?"

"What business is it of yours?" before the younger elf had a chance to reply, Erestor snapped, "Your concern is unwarranted, now leave me in peace." he then turned his back to Narofea, walking several paces away, but the young red head was bornborn and he matched the major-domo's stride.

"Erestor-"

"Are you hearing-impaired? Leave me be!"

"Not until you tell me what is wrong."

"What is wrong?" Erestor repeated in disbelief. He whirled around to face the wild haired elfling then, staring him sternly in the face. "How can you even ask that? Look around you! Does this not cause pardon for sorrow? Thousands of our people died last eve."

Narofea hesitated for a moment, and nodded sadly, bu did did not relent on his tirade yet. "Even so, you have seen death before, why now does it affect you like this?"

Erestor faltered, and to the younger elf it looked as if he was struggling with an inner turmoil before he replied in a choked voice, his eyes revealing the emotional pain that he now struggled with. "Can you not leave me to myself? Why can you not just let it alone?"

"Because for reasons I can't even begin to fathom," Narofea retorted in almost a whisper. "I care about you."

"I find that difficult to believe," the advisor snorted. "I always assumed you despised me."

"No," the young elf replied. "On the contrary. I may have always had suspicions of you, you always seemed to be out to make my life miserable, but the truth is, Erestor, I have always had to utmost respect for you."

For the smallest of moments, Erestor appeared to be dumbstruck as he gazed in disbelief at the younger elf. "Oh," he managed to mutter. Narofea smiled then, and with a gentle hand he guided the major-domo to a log and together they sat down upon it.

Several peaceful moments of quiet went by until the red haired elf murmured, "So will you share this burden that weighs so heavily upon your heart with me, or must I prod it out of you?"

Erestor took a long, steadying breath in attempt to control his emotions. He did not wish to reveal too much to the younger elf about his past, but he was not certain how much longer he could go on living with this buried at the bottom of his heart. "There was a war, very much like this when I was in my prime. I had fought, and I had witnessed so much suffering, but I was young and arrogant at the time and I did not believe that I would be one of those that would lose my life... but in a way, I did... in the worst possible way."

"What happened?" The young elf asked quietly, his hazel eyes staring intently into the advisor's own dark pools.

Erestor sighed, wringing his hands together in his lap. "I returned home after the battle, but the greeting I had been presented with was not what I had been expecting." The advisor brought han hand to gnaw on his knuckles, and a sudden sob escaped his mouth. Narofea's mouth parted, but was too stunned to react at seeing his superior displaying his emotions so freely. "My wife and my child were both lying on the floor, in a puddle of their own blood. They had been murdered while I was away, away from them and unable to protect them." Erestor began to openly weep now, sobbing soundly as he buried his face into his hands.

Narofea was completely stunned, staring wide eyed at the crying elf in disbelief. He had no idea Erestor had a family. He became nervous of what he was about to do, not knowing if comfort would be accepted by the older elf, but he pushed his doubts aside and wrapped a tentative arm around Erestor pulling him against his chest and to his surprise the advisor buried his face deeper against him, sobbing out all those years of suppressed pain and misery.

For a while they merely sat there, Elrond's chief advisor engulfed in the arms of the fiery-spirited warrior as he wept his heart out. Not soon after, Erestor's sobs became no more than heavy rasping, and he finally pulled apart from the younger elf and sniffed. "I apologize, Narofea." he stammered, wiping away the damp trails from his cheeks. "I did not mean to start weeping like a small elfling who just skinned his knee."

The young elrelyrely smiled kindly. "It's alright, my lord. I daresay that was something you've been needing for a long time."

"You have a bold tongue, whelping." Erestor managed to smirk.

"So I've been told. Why? Does it upset you when someone challenges your authority?"

"To say the least." the advisor shot back with a smile. For a moment they simply stared at each other, neither daring to break the gaze first. In an act that caught them both by surprise, Erestor slowly brought up a hand and ran his fingers through the thick mane of the younger elf. "Your hair," he murmured. "It is the resemblance of a flame out of control."

The younger elf said nothing, instead unconsciously leaning into the soothing caress, suddenly finding his mouth very dry. Erestor continued to gaze at him, and before he could stop himself he brought his lips down to meet Narofea's, the action unpredicted, but appreciated non the less. The moment was short-lived however and the advisor abruptly pulled away, completely mortified at what he had just done. "Forgive me, I had no right--"

Erestor's reply was cut off as hands gently held his face and thin lips were pressed back against his own, and he soon relaxed into the soft caress. When the two pulled apart, the dark haired elf looked at the youngster questioningly. "I always believed you fancied the ladies. I have seen the way you woo them."

"Am I not allowed to enjoy the touch of both? I could say the same of you, my dear Erestor."

"I must admit," The major-domo confessed somewhat awkwardly. "It has been some time since I have lain with someone, not since my wife."

"I have courted several females," the warrior replied. "Though never a male. And even with the females I have never fully... given myself to them."

"You are still an innocent." Erestor implied, and the younger elf bashfully nodded. "Somehow I find that difficult to believe." both elves chuckled.

"Aye, despite my reputation with the ladies, I have never truly given myself away. But we can always fix that." The young elf ginned devilishly and snaked his arms around the elder elf and all but dragged him to the ground of grass and daisies, but before he could do any more than kiss the dark haired elf, his shoulders were gently grasped to stop him and he stared in confusion at his would-be lover. "You do realize," Erestor began. "That if we do this, we will be eternally bound."

"I am already quite aware of the consequences. Why? Do you... not wish to bind yourself to me?"

"It is not that," the advisor replied, stroking the younger elf's cheek affectionately, trying to ease the look of hurt on his face. "I just want you to realize that this is not one of your childhood games. If we do this, you will be stuck with me for the rest of your life."

"You make it sound like some horrible curse." The red head smirked.

"Are you certain you are ready for this? Are you sure that you wish your first time to be here, now, in this... this--"

"Breathtakingly beautiful scenery with the most handsome elf this side of Arda?" Narofea grinned at the beaming Noldor. "Aye, Erestor, I am more than ready. I have only dreamt of this moment for far too long."

Erestor's brow furrowed. "How long?"

"Since I was old enough to take myself in hand and imagine you wriggling in pleasure beneath me."

The advisor swallowed hard at the thought. "Very well." he managed to breath before he brought the youngster's lips to meet his own.

The kiss was soft at first with slight hesitation, but it soon grew more passionate as Eresnippnipped at the elfling's lower lip, seeking entrance, to which Narofea happily obliged. As their tongues swirled in an erotic dance of passion, the elder elf could already feel a pleasant stirring in his groin and he mentally wondered if the younger, inexperienced elf was feeling the same. He pulled his arms around the red head, allowing their bodied to mould together and sure enough, the young soldier was already stiff as a sword. Erestor teasingly began to slowly rub hin cln clothed erection against the younger elf, and was pleased with himself when that simple action earned a guttural moan.

He slowly moved his arms up and froze before he released the first clasp of Narofea's burgundy coloured shirt. "Are you certain?" after receiving a firm nod, Erestor released the first clasp, followed by the rest and then removed it before raking his hungry gaze over the taut chest and strong arms of the young elf. "Stunning." he murmured, before he was unceremoniously flipped onto his back in the grass covered earth and straddled.

"My turn." Narofea husked anxiously, much like a young child awaiting to unwrap a gift. Erestor smiled at his eagerness, and allowed the youngster to take the lead. The young red head was quick to rid the shirt from his lover's firm chest, and took a moment to lightly run his fingernails against the hard dark nipples, affectively drawing out a gasp of pleasure from the raven haired lord. "Ah, so you like that, do you?" With a mischievous grin plastered to his features, the young elf brought his head down, taking a moment to let his hot breath brush against the soft flesh, before taking one stiff nipple into his mouth and began to suck while using his fingers to pinch and tug the other twin nub. Erestor's pants were a sure sign of his pleasure, and with a final nip at the dark flesh, Narofea replaced his mouth over the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as its twin.

All too soon Narofea left the stiff flesh, and with his tongue, mapped Erestor's bare chest. He used his teeth to graze over his shoulder blades, and took a moment to mark his neck with a dark love bite. Erestor wantonly encouraged his exploration, running his hands through the other's thick mop of fiery hair. The young elf brought his head up, stealing a quick kiss from the elder elf before stretching his neck to grab a sensitive ear tip in his mouth, feeling goose bumps rise on Erestor's flesh as he licked and sucked, before showing the other ear the same attention.

He soon drew back to Erestor's chest, licking and kissing all the way down while he rutted against his leg to relieve the growing ache in his loins. He stopped to dip his tongue into the advisor's navel, before slowly kissing the rest of the way down until reaching the rim of his leggings and he looked up uncertainly. "It's alright," Erestor replied to the unspoken question. "Go on."

Not needing anymore encouragement, Narofea eagerly yanked off two boots before he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband and sliding the britches off and carelessly tossing them beside him. He gazed longingly at the beautiful scene before him, his own cock twitching in appreciation at the advisor's firm thighs and swollen shaft standing proudly at attention. This was Erestor as he had always imagined, gloriously naked, heavily panting, and completely at his mercy. "Bless the Valar," the elfling murmured, completely oblivious that his flesh was blushing a lovely red. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes upon."

"Well, thank you, my dear Narofea. I would like to say the same of you, but you have yet to remove those confounding britches of yours." The major-domo replied with mock impatience.

The young warrior grinned, and in seconds he had all but torn his own boots and dark leggings from his person, his painfully engorged member springing happily free from its confines. Erestor stared open-mouthed at the young soldier's powerful form and drizzling prick, and forcefully swallowed before he was able to utter a response. "Oh, Narofea, bless the Valar, indeed. I can see why the females fancy you so."

"I am glad I meet up to your qualifications." The younger elf retorted before he lunged at the advisor, sprawling his entire length over him before devouring his mouth once more, his hands smoothing over his lover's lithe form.

Erestor moaned into the other elf's mouth, subconsciously thrusting his hips up to rub his own turgid cock against that of his lover's. The young one seemed to enjoy his back being clawed at, he noted. Mayhap he would enjoy it rough? The advisor smiled devilishly as he reversed their positions and fought back a laugh at the astonished look on the wild haired elf's face. Before he could protest, Erestor brought his mouth down and gently nipped at one of the pink nipples, the effective result causing the young elf to arch off his back in pleasure with a strangled whimper. The major-domo grinned to himself before repeating the action to the other, having a similar reaction in response. He continued in this fashion for several moments, exploring his new lover's body, searching for what pleasured him most, and it was not long before the young warrior was wriggling in wanton delight.

Narofea was now rasping with bliss, his wild nature taking over in his throws of passion and he was quick to reclaim Erestor's mouth once again, rolling him only halfway over so they were face to face, and threw a possessive leg over his hip. "Ai, Erestor," he growled between kisses. "Soon I will have you under my mercy, and you will see naught but stars as you wriggle beneath me in ecstasy."

"Impudent, audacious elfling." Erestor muttered. "How do you know it will not be I whom takes you? Have you not been taught to respect your elders?"

"Aye, I've been taught to respect them, yet that does not mean that I shall submit to their every whim."

"Somehow I am not surprised. Very well, then I suppose we shall have to prepare myself to receive you. From what I can see, your girth is quite generous."

"Well, thank you." the elfling grinned proudly.

The advisor shook his head with a smile. "Shameless."

The young elf's smile soon faltered and he looked around nervously. "I have nothing to prepare you with."

"I do." Erestor said simply before pushing the younger elf onto his back, and before Narofea could fathom what was happening, he felt a hot, warm mouth plunge itself down onto his weeping cock and he cried out in complete and utter elation. All too soon the slick crevice was lifted away, but the hot tongue remained to tease and lap at the drizzling head, licking up the underside andn pln plunged down upon once again.

The elfling watched transfixed as Erestor's talented mouth bobbed up and down, swallowing his stiff length down only to be removed and have to procedure repeated. His entire body stiffened suddenly, but his lover must have sensed it because a split second before he could come, a firm hand wrapped around the base, halting his release, and Narofea moaned in frustration. "Patience, love." The advisor murmured into a pointed ear. "There is no rush."

Narofea was inclined to disagree, put he paid heed to his more experienced lover, whom allowed him several moment to calm himself before bringing him into his arms and reversing their positions once again so that Erestor was now beneath his younger lover. The young warrior lowered himself before bringing up the advisor's knees and he engulfed two of his own digits, coating them richly in his own saliva before positioning them between his lover's thighs, pressing gently only after he received a nod of approval.

Erestor visibly tensed at the intrusion, biting on his lower lip to stifle a whimper of pain and forced his body to relax and accept the invading fingers. Narofea was surprisingly gentle in his ministrations, slowly scissoring his lover's tight cavity, all the while prodding for that one hidden spot within. He grinned triumphantly when there was a sudden gasp from the elder elf, and when he looked up, Erestor's face had a look of pure bliss masking it. With a final brush against the hidden nub, he carefully retracted his fingers before replacing his rock hard member at the puckered ring.

Though Erestor's face was set firm, it was obvious that he was nervous, if the flexing of his muscles and the wide dark eyes were any indication. Narofea tenderly smoothed a hand over his cheek, kissing him chastely before murmuring, "I will be gentle, just help guide me."

The advisor nodded as he reached down and took a firm grasp on the young elf's penis, holding it against his tiny hole as Narofea steadily held his hips, and with another nod of confirmation from the dark haired elf, the elfling slowly pushed his way inside.

Erestor's face contorted in pain, unused to the feeling of being filled, and he had to fight against the instinct to tense. He did not realize he had been holding his breath until he felt the other elf above him still as his entire length was finally sheathed, and he met his concerned gaze. "I have hurt you." Narofea remarked regretfully. "Ai, forgive me, meleth-nin, I tried not to, really I tried."

The major-domo took several steadying breaths, willing his body to accept the invasion, and rubbed the younger elf's shoulders gently as he spoke to him, smiling despite his discomfort. "Nay, Narofea, 'tis alright. The pain was to be expected, as it will be when I take you for the first time, but it is necessary. It will get better in time, trust me."

"You have never been with a male before." The young elf implied.

"No," the advisor replied. "I have not."

"Why did you not tell me?"

"It would not have changed anything." he sighed. "The pain is past, only a slight discomfort remains."

"I--do not worry, I will make it go away." Narofea carefully shifted his hips and began to gently rock, setting a slow rh.
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Things didn't come out as he had expected, really. In the beginning Erestor had been so sure that he would be taking the lead, he would ride the younger, inexperienced elfling and guide him. Instead the boy was in complete control, going on instinct, knowing what to do and how to do it, and not at all as he had pictured. Instead of the wild, arrogant elfling he had imagined, here was this mature and painfully tender young elf, being as gentle with him as a new born. The advisor could hardly believe his own behaviour as well. He absolutely despised being vulnerable, and was so used to being dominant over others, yet he willingly was giving in to this egotistical young soldier that had been a constant pest to him as a child. In all truth Erestor found it hard to believe that he could come to care for someone as much as he did now. After the loss of his wife and only child, he had been certain his heart was lost to him forever.

The advisor was suddenly snapped out of his reverie when he felt as if something had just erupted with in him and stars flashed behind his eyelids. "Ai!" he cried, staring breathlessly at his lover whom was grinning victoriously. "Narofea, whatever you just did, please do it again."

The younger elf was only too happy to oblige and he ground his hips in the same fashion again, effectively striking the sweet spot and Erestor howled with pleasure. Narofea continued his thrusts against the prostate, groaning as he felt the tight muscles contract around him. He began his thrusts a little more firmly, and soon the two elves were moving as one, their moans and cries being carried out in the light evening wind.

Not long after Erestor suddenly stiffened, but fought against his release. His lover bent down over him as he continued to thrust, brushing his lips against the advisor's comfortingly while he spoke to him knowingly. "Do not be afraid to appear vulble,ble, Erestor, I will take care of you. I swear to you nothing will happen to you while in my care. Come for me." Narofea snaked down a hand and began to furiously pump Erestor's weeping prick. "Come, Erestor, come for me." Staring wide eyed at the younger elf above him, Erestor held the broad shoulders tightly, and with the combination of his engorged cock being milked and the flesh within him pushing against his prostate gland, he finally spilt his hot seed over his taut stomach, groaning out his lover's name in the process, and only after Erestor came did Narofea finally allow his own release with a choked cry as the advisor's contracting muscles clinched his spurting shaft.

The young warrior carefully removed himself from his lover before he allowed his sweating body to collapse on the bed of grass and daisies beside him, pulling the dark haired elf's trembling form against him. Erestor rested his head in the crook of Narofea's arm, fighting to control his normal breathing pattern. After several long moments of simply panting, Narofea cocked his head, taking his eyes off the bright blue sky above to the enchantingly handsome elf beside him. "So," he panted. "Go again?"

"Narofea, you incorrigible whelp," Erestor laughed. "What am I to do with you?"

"Well, you just may have to punish me," the elfling grinned. "It's the only way I'll learn." Erestor sighed exasperatedly and Narofea chuckled. "How do you feel?"

"Sore," The advisor replied. "Very, very sore. But it was well worth it." Another few silent moments passed by as the two elves remained content in each other embrace. "Aye."

"Pardon?"

"I am responding to your query. You asked if I should like to go again and I say yes."

"Oh, really?" Narofea grinned, leaning on one elbow to stare down at his lover."

"Really," Erestor replied with a wicked grin. "Except this time, I get to take the lead."

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Mae-govannen: well met
muindor: brother
gwador: sworn brother
ada: father
meleth-nin: my love

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Yeah, I know that chapter was stupid and pointless, but I don't care. I was up all day writing it and now it's 2:33 AM and I'm going to sleep. Sorry if I sound like a grouch, but I'm on my rag, I split my ancle open yesterday right across the ankle bone and it hurts like hell, and I'm just barely managing to to keep my eyes open. Ok... I love you all, know that! So, I hope you guys enjoyed all th elf smut and talk to you all later and good night.

Oh, and Mawgy? TTFN, there I said it. *g* I hope you enjoyed this. See you later!