The Hawk and The Raven

An elf takes you to your room. Your bed is huge! You’re sure you could fit four elves in it. The sheets and the canopy are dark blue, your favorite color. You have a balcony that is only a few feet from Jasmine’s.

“Hey sis,” she calls from her balcony. You laugh and wave. “My sheets are purple! How did they know that was my favorite color?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “All I know is they are good about taking care of their workers.”

“And guess what. Elladan’s room is connected with mine through a large bathroom,” she says. “How weird is that? I swear Elrond planned all of this!”

“Maybe,” you say. “I’m going to look at mine. I’ll talk to you in a bit.”

You walk into the bathroom and are in awe at how large it is. There is a shower in the corner and a large bathtub in the middle.

There is a door across from yours. Curiosity gets the better of you and you open the door. A figure is naked with his back to you. He has strong calf and thighs. Your eyes wander up and you approve of his nice ass. At his lower back hangs black hair you immediately recognize. You gasp. Erestor, having heard the noise, covers himself with his robe as he turns.

“S- sorry,” you stutter. You close the door and lean against it. Your heart is pounding and you can’t get the imagine out of your head. A part of you wishes you got a good look at his front.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ you wonder. ‘You’d think I had just hit puberty with the way I’m thinking about these elves.’ You walk into your room and close the bathroom door.

Jasmine is sitting on your bed. “Who’s your bathmate?” she asks.

“Erestor,” you answer. You remember what you just saw and blush.

Jasmine finds it hilarious. “Can you imagine walking in on him if he’s peeing?” she asks.

“Not funny,” you say. “If you’re not careful I’ll tell Elrond you want to share a bathroom with Glorfindel.”

Jasmine glares at you. “That’s not funny either,” she says. “Erestor is a good elf. Glorfindel is a jerk.”

“What do you have against him?” you ask. You sit beside her. “What has he ever done to you?”

Jasmine picks at your bed sheets. She won’t look at you. “He and I had a fling,” she admits.

You gasp. She never told you about that. “When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to be disappointed with me,” she answers. “It happened nearly a decade ago when his troop came through after hearing about a group of orcs hanging too close to the border. We didn’t go all the way, but we went close enough. I thought he loved me.” She laughs bitterly. “The next day he was with another elf down the street.” She takes your hands and holds them close. “That’s why I want you to stay away from him. He will make you feel loved for a while, but he’ll lose interest fast.”

“I’ll try to stay away from him,” you say. She raises an eyebrow. “I can’t help it if I find him attractive!”

“So what? A rose is pretty but you don’t see many elves trying to jump in the rose bushes. He’s something to look at, but not touch. Why not try for an elf worth keeping? Like Erestor?”

You have to laugh. “Are you kidding me?” you ask. You see the serious look in her eyes and are shocked. “He may not be a rose bush, but he is a stone. He won’t show emotions. It’s like he doesn’t feel or something.”

“Now you know that’s not true,” she says. “He does feel; he just doesn’t show it.”

“But I don’t have the patience to sit and work on finding the elf behind the mask,” you say. “I need passion. I need to feel loved. He wouldn’t give me that.”

“Don’t say that until you get to know him.”

“That’s just it, I doubt I ever will,” you say. You shake your head. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Why don’t we talk about something more realistic?” You smile. “Like what’s going on between you and Elladan?”

Jasmine blushes. “Nothing,” she answers.

“Nothing yet,” you correct. “You fancy him, admit it.”

She sighs and throws herself down. “I do, but I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship,” she says. “I guess I want to get used to everything we’ve been through before I think about anything else.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t snog,” you tease. She grabs a pillow and hits you. “Hey!” You grab a pillow and hit her back. She shrieks with laughter as she attacks you with the pillow. You laugh. You block her blows and knock the pillow out of her hands.

Jasmine immediately stops trying to take her pillow back. She is staring at the bathroom door. You follow her gaze to see Erestor staring at you. He is only wearing a pair of loose black pants. The sight goes straight to your groan. Your eyes trail down his firm pecks and stomach.

“Do you mind quieting it down a bit?” he asks. His voice brings you back to reality and you meet his gaze. “Some of us are trying to sleep.” You notice his eyes flicker down. You follow his gaze and realize your clothes have shifted during you fight, giving him a good view of your bra. Why did you have to wear a bra that shows more cleavage than fabric?

“We’ll behave,” Jasmine says as you adjust yourself. Erestor gives you one last look before going back to his room. You close your bathroom door. Jasmine is chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Did you see him staring at your chest?” she asks. “I thought he was going to start drooling.”

“Whatever,” you say. You jump in your bed and lay your head on one of the fluffy dark blue pillows. She jumps in after you and lies beside you.

“It’s true. He was checking you out.”

“Well there were in plain sight. Besides, I owed him.” You tell her about walking in on him changing.

“Does he have a cute butt?” she asks.

“Yes.” You bury your face into your pillow as you think about it. “But he hid himself before I could get a good view of the front.”

“Pity.” She jumps out of bed. “Well, I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” She kisses your cheek before she leaves. You hug your pillow tightly and close your eyes. You quickly fall asleep and dream about a certain dark haired elf. . .


You stare at Erestor as you watch him turn. Instead of leaving like you did before, you cross the room. You grab his robe and let it fall to the floor. Your hands touch his chest and trail down to his stomach. He clasps your hands in his and put them behind your back. He presses himself against you and kisses you.

His tongue enters your mouth and licks your tongue. Keeping a hold of your wrists in one hand, his other hand caresses your face. He tilts your head back so he is able to explore your mouth more thoroughly. He breaks the kiss and nibbles his way down your neck. He sucks on a spot on your neck that leaves you gasping. You move your neck to give him more access, hoping he’ll continue his sweet torture.

He lets go of your wrists and grabs your ass. He pulls you closer to him. You moan when you feel his erection against you. You want him. You want him so badly you are about to beg.

He saves you the trouble when he strips your clothes and picks you up. He places you in his bed and climbs over you. He kisses your collarbone. He kisses his way down to your breasts. He sucks on your nipple. You arch your back and bury your fingers into his hair. You cry out when he lightly bites it.

He continues his journey downward. Your groin aches with want when he licks the outside of you. You try to thrust, but his hands grip your hips. You whimper. He smiles wickedly at you before leaning down and licking you again. “Erestor!” you cry out-


You jump when someone shakes you. “Wh- what?” You wake up to see Erestor staring at you. He is dressed in grey robes again. You are surprised to see his cheeks flushed. It’s almost as if he knew what you were dreaming. . . holy shit! Jasmine always picked on you for talking in your sleep! You feel your cheeks burn. “Why did you wake me up?”

“Because it’s time for breakfast,” he answers in a hoarse voice. You can’t help looking him up and down. Oh, how you wish he was only wearing his pants again. You throb with want at the thought. It’s bad enough you were waken up from a very heated dream, but it’s even worse since it was the cause of your heated dream who woke you up without a dirty thought in his mind. Damn.

“All right,” you say. “But I need to take a bath.” ‘A cold one,’ you think.

“Very well,” he says. “I will wait for you in here.”

You grab a dress. It’s black and has a long slip. “Are you going to wear that?” he asks.

Yet again Erestor manages to surprise you. “Yes. Why?”

“It’s just. . . it’s so dark and unlike you,” he answers.

“That’s pot calling the kettle black. You wear dark colors all the time.” You see his hands slightly curl. You sigh. You put the dress back. “What would you suggest I wear?”

He relaxes and stands slightly behind you. You hold your breath as his arm reaches around you. He thumbs through the dresses. He pulls out a purple dress. It has short sleeves and a small slit. You’re sure it won’t show any cleavage either.

“But it’s so. . . plain.”

“Exactly. You don’t want to give an elf any ideas.” The way he words it causes the wheels in your head to turn.

“And which elf would that be?” you ask. As you turn, his arm brushes against your breast. His cheeks redden and he jerks his arm back. You are only an inch from him and intoxicated by his scent. An elf with a stone mask shouldn’t smell so. . . tempting.

He clears his throat. “I didn’t say it was a specific elf.”

“Then why did you say elf instead of elves?”

“Because. . .” he trails off. He sighs and rubs his face. “Willow, you aren’t stupid. Why are you going to make me explain this?”

“I want to hear you say the elf’s name.” You take a step closer so you are barely touching. “I want to know who you want me to watch out for.”

Erestor swallows. He is staring at you in a way you haven’t seen before. All you know is that the look excites you. Sadly, as soon as it’s there, it’s gone and he’s stepping away from you. “Glorfindel. I want you to watch out for Glorfindel. You saw how he was looking at you the last few times you’ve been around him. We’ve all seen it. But he won’t be sincere. He will seduce you, get bored with you, and leave you.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

He stares at the ground. You’re not used to him acting so shy. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” The honesty touches you. He snaps out of his shyness and adds; “Besides, it would get in the way of your work.”

And there’s the cynical part of him you knew you were going to meet sooner or later.

It stings. You lash back; “What makes you think I don’t want Glorfindel for nothing more than a night in my bed?”

You never realized how tall Erestor really is. He towers a head over you and his eyes are blazing. “You won’t!” You don’t know why, but seeing him like this excites you.

Erestor regains control. “Take your bath,” he orders.

You follow his orders. You grab a random dress and toss it in the bathroom chair before filling up the tub with hot bubbly water.

As you lay in the tub, you grumble because you are still horny. You decide to have a little fun. You part your legs. Your fingers trail to your chest. You imagine it’s Erestor’s hand caressing your breasts. You sigh.

Your hand continues its journey down your body. You slip a finger in. You grab the side of the tub. You begin small quick thrusts. You pant as you add another finger. Your hips thrust against you hand. You moan.

You hear movement coming from your room. You look at the bottom door and know he’s standing there. ‘So Erestor’s listening,’ you think. ‘Good.’

You close your eyes. You imagine Erestor’s hands in you instead of your own. You add another finger. You whimper with need. You are so close. You thrust frantically against your hand. You cry out Erestor’s name as you come.

You catch your breath. You get out of the tub and dry off.

You pick up your dress. It’s a soft yellow dress. The fabric is soft against your fingers, almost like silk. You put it on. You stare at your reflection. The slit goes almost to your upper thigh.

“Oh boy,” you mutter. You are showing quite a bit of cleavage. Hell, you’re sure Jasmine will have something to say about it! While it is spaghetti strapped, it gives everyone a good look at the top of your breasts. You are tempted to change.

You leave the bathroom to find Erestor red-faced. “It took you-“ He falls silent when he takes in your appearance. He is almost panting. “You aren’t seriously going to wear that, are you?”

All thoughts of changing fly from your mind. “Of course I am. Why?”

“I thought you understood you shouldn’t wear things like this because they may attract the attention of a certain elf.”

“Sure, but I’m not spending the day with him,” you say. You see his eyes widen. You grin.

Erestor clears his throat. “Let’s get going,” he says.

You follow him out of the room. You notice his eyes flicker to your breasts as you walk to the dining room. “You’re still going to show me around, right?” you ask.

“Yes,” he answers. “Unless you’d like him to give you a tour instead.” You hear the bitterness in his voice.

“Nope. Although I like having a perverse conversation as much as the next elf, I wouldn’t want it from him,” you say. His fingers twitch. You know he wants to ask who you would have such a conversation with.

When you enter the dining room, you see Glorfindel nearly choke on his drink. Elrohir’s mouth slacks and Jasmine giggles. She looks from you to Erestor and winks. “Nice dress Sis,” she says.

“I could say the same to you.” She is wearing a dark green dress that shows just as much cleavage as you. You grin. You and Jasmine are too much alike.

When Mom was well she always said, “I pity the boys you two fancy. You always give them hell until they can’t think straight unless they’re with you.”

“We learned it from the best,” you teased back.

“Dad, did I ever tell you how grateful I am that you hired Willow?” Elrohir asks. He stands and escorts you to the seat beside him. You laugh as he pulls out the chair for you. “You look ravishing.”

“I’m flattered, but you’re still a youngling,” you say as you sit. You pile eggs and fruit onto your plate. You savor the taste of the hot gooey eggs with a hint of cheese in them.

Elrohir pouts. “You’re not that much older than me,” he says.

“I’m two hundred years older than Jasmine,” you say between mouthfuls. “And she’s around your age.”

“Why so far a part?” he asks.

“Different fathers,” Jasmine answers. She moves down a few seats so she’s beside you. She grabs your hand and squeezes it. “How did you sleep?”

“I had a wonderful dream,” you say. Erestor blushes as he sits across from you. Oh yes, you definitely were talking in your sleep. . . or should you say moaning?

“What was it about? Was it something dirty?” Elrohir asks.

“Let’s just say that I’d never tell you what it was about,” you say. You glance at Erestor and see he is staring at you.

“Would you tell me?” Glorfindel asks. His tongue flickering out and licks his spoon. You feel the motion go to your groin.

“No,” you answer. It takes all of your strength to keep from moaning.

Elrond looks sick. “Elrond, what’s wrong?” Erestor asks.

“Nothing.”

You clear your plate and sit back. You put your hands on your stomach. Erestor has finished his breakfast as well. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer.

“Have fun,” Jasmine says. “I’ll see you at lunch.” She squeezes your hand and lets it go.

“Take care,” you say.

Glorfindel frowns. You feel his eyes burn in your back as you leave. “Did you see that?” Erestor hisses in your ear. You shiver when the hot air trails down your neck. “He won’t leave you alone now that he’s seen what you have.”

“He won’t get it,” you say. No matter how sexy Glorfindel is, you have a feeling Erestor would never touch you if you slept with him. Then again, why does it matter what Erestor thinks? It’s not like he ever would touch you like that.

You rub your head. You can’t believe the mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You just had to play harlot by wearing the damn dress. ‘This is the last time I’ll act like this, I swear,’ you think.

Erestor leads you through the maze of hallways. “Where are we going first?” you ask.

“The library,” he answers. Without another word he leads on. You follow him, hoping you can behave.

'Yeah right!'

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