Cinnamon and Vanilla
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
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+Third Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,123
Reviews:
6
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These are based on Tolkein's Lord of the Rings. I do not pretend to own them, nor do I make any money from these writings.
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
In near perfect silence the two elves made their way to the baths. Haldir was unsurprised that the ellon who had written two treatises on orcs and three on deer kine could be as stealthy as he. Once or twice however he did catch a speculative look on Erestor’s face which puzzled him. Did he expect Haldir to be too drunk to keep up with him? He was a trained warden, after all!
Haldir led the elegant councilor around the final turn and brushed aside a curtain of vines to reveal a trio of good sized pools with steam rising from them. “Here we are.”
Erestor stepped inside, ducking to avoid touching his arm. “I see.” He glanced about. “Should we have brought towels?”
“No, it’s fine.” Haldir pushed aside a cunningly fashioned screen disguised as part of the wall. “Everything is supplied here: towels, bathing oils, robes.”
“Cinnamon oil?”
“I…believe so,” Haldir said, looking through the labels. Behind him he heard the rustling of robes and he swallowed heavily. He grabbed the cinnamon when he found it, his own favorite, vanilla, two robes and four thick, absorbent towels. At the last, on an impulse, he also grabbed a jar of the thicker oil used by those who sported in the pools. He turned around…and nearly dropped everything.
Erestor stood before him, naked. Haldir would have liked to say he noticed Erestor’s fine pale skin or his surprisingly well-defined musculature first—but it was another prominent body part that immediately caught his eyes.
As long as a dagger and as thick as a sword hilt, Erestor’s penis was slightly larger in quiescence than Haldir’s was fully roused. He knew of no larger in Lothlorien, at least. What would it look like erect? What would it feel like in his hand….inside him? His mouth suddenly dry and his knees week, he raised his eyes to Erestor’s.
The other’s look was solemn with an edge of sadness. He turned away from Haldir and stepped into the near pool. “Even Glorfindel flinched, warden. No one should doubt your courage.”
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Chapter 3
In near perfect silence the two elves made their way to the baths. Haldir was unsurprised that the ellon who had written two treatises on orcs and three on deer kine could be as stealthy as he. Once or twice however he did catch a speculative look on Erestor’s face which puzzled him. Did he expect Haldir to be too drunk to keep up with him? He was a trained warden, after all!
Haldir led the elegant councilor around the final turn and brushed aside a curtain of vines to reveal a trio of good sized pools with steam rising from them. “Here we are.”
Erestor stepped inside, ducking to avoid touching his arm. “I see.” He glanced about. “Should we have brought towels?”
“No, it’s fine.” Haldir pushed aside a cunningly fashioned screen disguised as part of the wall. “Everything is supplied here: towels, bathing oils, robes.”
“Cinnamon oil?”
“I…believe so,” Haldir said, looking through the labels. Behind him he heard the rustling of robes and he swallowed heavily. He grabbed the cinnamon when he found it, his own favorite, vanilla, two robes and four thick, absorbent towels. At the last, on an impulse, he also grabbed a jar of the thicker oil used by those who sported in the pools. He turned around…and nearly dropped everything.
Erestor stood before him, naked. Haldir would have liked to say he noticed Erestor’s fine pale skin or his surprisingly well-defined musculature first—but it was another prominent body part that immediately caught his eyes.
As long as a dagger and as thick as a sword hilt, Erestor’s penis was slightly larger in quiescence than Haldir’s was fully roused. He knew of no larger in Lothlorien, at least. What would it look like erect? What would it feel like in his hand….inside him? His mouth suddenly dry and his knees week, he raised his eyes to Erestor’s.
The other’s look was solemn with an edge of sadness. He turned away from Haldir and stepped into the near pool. “Even Glorfindel flinched, warden. No one should doubt your courage.”
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