Late Night Love: Library Tryst

Late Night Library Tryst
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
Contact: thesilentsenshi@hotmail.com; http://thesilentsenshi.livejournal.com
Pairings: Erestor/Legolas
Rating: R/NC-17 (not good with ratings... -_-;)
Summary: When insomnia hits the Last Homely House, Erestor finds more than books in the library.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad...
Notes: Originally I wrote this because there are so few of this pairing out there. I also wrote it as a birthday gift. (My B-day was the 15th. XD) I decided to follow the Hobbit's way of celebrating by giving you all this story. I am not used to writing detailed slash, this is probably only my second try. So keep that in consideration. I do hope you like. XD
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4/20/2005: Steph here, just letting everyone know I’m still alive. It’s been almost a year since I started this series, and a very long time since I’ve updated it. A lot of stuff happened in RL that took me away from writing for a long time. But, I’m back now and do plan to continue the series. First though, I’m going through it to make minor revisions and changes. Mostly grammatical in nature, nothing too major. I’m very sorry for the long hiatus. My muse even now is being uncooperative. By doing these revisions I hope to spark my muse into action. The quality when I do start rewriting may not be up to my usual standards since I’ve been out of practice so long. So, to old readers, look forward to the series continuing, to new readers, I hope you enjoy it. If I missed any glaringly obvious errors in my revisions feel free to review or e-mail me so. I may need some encouragement to kick my rusty muse back into action. Right now I’m in the midst of finals so don’t expect much til that’s over. I plan to revise/edit a couple chapters a day if I have the time, so, if you see any of my fics suddenly bump to the top it means I’m making changes. I’m NOT doing it to get reviews, though more reviews would always be welcome. ^_^ To all my LotRs pals/fellow authors that I’ve neglected these past many months, forgive me, I will catch up on all of your stories when I can. Feel free to contact me with links to your stories in case I’ve forgotten. It has been a long while. For updates check my livejournal, the link is in my profile. I also plan to do some Legolas/Erestor fan art once school is over so look forward to that. I plan to eventually post all that’s happened in my LJ in case any of you were curious. Don’t expect anything too fast, I’m still working myself slowly back into the fandom so it may take me some time to adjust. But I won’t let the series die incomplete. Not just yet anyways. ^^;
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Erestor of Imladris hurried towards the large library of the Last Homely House, several sheaf's of paper and scrolls cradled loosely in his arms, relying solely on the low torchlight provided in Lord Elrond's halls.

It was well past midnight, and, unable to sleep, Erestor had gathered some of his work determined not to waste the hours before dawn.

He entered the large, beautifully carved double doors before promptly freezing where he stood, his eyes drawn to a most unexpected sight. There, on the velvet divan, was draped the lean yet muscular frame of a blonde elf, seemingly unaware of Erestor's presence.

The figure was wearing a pair of tightly fitting black leggings that clung sensually to the powerful legs of the reclining elf. He wore a voluminous snowy white robe loosely tied and leaving a portion of his strong chest bared to Erestor's appreciative, if shocked, gaze. The elf's feet were bare, his silken hair hung free of braids or ties and flowed in golden waves down his shoulders nearly to his waist. A black bound book was resting in his lap, his head leaning back against the edge of the divan as though he were in repose, his ripe red lips were open slightly, his dark lashes brushing lightly the pale skin of his smooth cheeks.

Erestor's breath caught at the vision of such beauty and he unconsciously licked his lips, wondering what the beautiful mouth would taste like. Erestor's hands twitched, begging to touch the smooth skin and bury themselves in the luxurious blonde locks. He unconsciously loosened his grip on the scrolls he was carrying and they fell, clattering against the tiled stone floor loudly.

Erestor didn't dare to move as he watched the blonde head tilt in his direction, the lids slowly opening to reveal orbs of a startling sapphire blue that bore into him as though reading his very thoughts... all of them. The red lips lifted into a welcoming smile.

"Ah, Erestor, I'm glad you're here!" the figure said.

"Aye, 'tis I. What are you doing up and about at this hour Prince Legolas?" Erestor replied, with effort, glad to hear his voice come out more or less calm, despite his racing heart.

Those tempting lips lifted into an even bigger smile. "Come now, Erestor. I have known you for an age. There is no need for such formality. And as to what I am doing here at this hour, I could very well ask you the same thing," Legolas spoke, his voice filled with amusement, "I assume our reasons are not dissimilar. I could not sleep and went in search of some entertaining reading material. The problem is there are so many books, I didn't know where to begin. Might I enlist your help?" Legolas asked, slowly sitting upright, causing his robe to part further, giving Erestor a clear view of his lean and flexing abdomen. How he wanted to run his hands across the taut muscles.

Erestor gulped before clearing his throat. "I, also, could not sleep and thought I'd get some work done. I would be glad to help you. What were you looking for?"

Legolas gracefully stood, making sure he didn't step on the spilled paper work, and made his way forward to stand just in front of the flustered advisor, his smile never waning.

'He moves like a cat, deadly dangerous in it's grace, yet holding an allure all it's own. Valar, I want him,' Erestor mused in his now hazy mind. He held his breath as Legolas leaned close and whispered in his ear, his warm breath tickling the sensitized tip. Erestor's jaw dropped, a definite pink tinge spreading across his cheeks.

Legolas leaned back, giving the advisor his personal space, once again. "So, do you have any books on that?" Legolas asked casually, enjoying the sight of the usually calm and collected advisor coming undone.

Erestor's cheeks still flaming, he nearly squeaked his response, "I-I don't know. I have never actually looked before." Erestor's eyes flew around the room, looking at anything but the smirking elf before him. "I-I suppose I can help you look for it though."

"I would be *very* grateful." the blonde looked at him, an undeterminable emotion glittering in his deep blue eyes, his voice was almost a purr.

Erestor shivered at the sound of it. "T-this way, then. If Elrond does have anything of that nature it would probably be over here." Erestor led the Mirkwood prince down isle after isle of high bookshelves.

He suddenly stopped at one isle and went down it, his hand brushing against the titles of the ancient tomes. He suddenly stopped at one title, his cheeks pinkening once more. "I believe this is what you were looking for." He reached to take the book from the shelf, but was stopped by a warm hand on his own. While Erestor had been concentrating on his task, Legolas had sidled up behind him. He was so close, Erestor could feel the body heat radiating off of him. Erestor turned his head to find a pair of darkened blue eyes staring at him without blinking. They were glittering dangerously, and Erestor found himself reacting to the unnerving stare and close proximity of the other elf.

"W-what are you doing?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I find I am no longer in the mood for reading." He leaned in even closer to the dark haired advisor.

"W-what *are* you in the mood for?" Erestor said, his voice hitching in his throat.

"This." With no other warning, Legolas closed the short distance between them, touching their lips together gently.

Erestor gasped at the soft pressure and froze, before opening his mouth invitingly.

After many moments of fevered kisses and exploration of each other's clothed forms, the gentleness suddenly dissipated with their rising desire. The kisses became more forceful, the caresses more urgent. Legolas pressed Erestor back into the bookshelf, and pressed his now thoroughly aroused form against the advisors, their mouths never parting.

"You know, I've always wanted to do this with you." Legolas whispered against the advisors mouth, his voice husky with unspent desire.

Erestor looked into those glittering blue orbs and knew he could lose himself in their depths. "You have?"

"Aye, for a very long time now. How fortuitous neither of us could get to sleep earlier this night."

"But, why me?" Erestor gasped as Legolas nipped at a sensitive spot on his pale neck.

Legolas looked up at him incredulously. "And why not?"

"I am a mere advisor, nowhere near worthy of your regard. You--" He was abruptly stopped when warm lips covered his own.

"Erestor, be quiet." Robbed of the ability of speech, Erestor merely nodded in response. "Good, now, let's move somewhere a bit more comfortable." With a groan of protest from his companion, Legolas moved away from the hard bookshelf and warm body, and grabbed the advisor's hand. He lead him back to the divan he had been lounging in before the other's arrival. "Now, shall we?"

Erestor's eyes widened and he gulped audibly. "Here?"

Legolas smiled wickedly, "Yes, here." With that he slipped the already loosened robe from his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet, leaving him clothed in only his tight leggings, which made his arousal visible despite the cloth covering it.

Erestor's heart began to race in his chest at the sight of the now unveiled torso before him. He hesitantly reached out to touch the firm white chest of the other elf. Legolas moaned deep in his throat when the advisors lean fingers brushed against his nipples. After teasing the nipples to pertness, he moved his hand down the rippling chest muscles and further, He paused before pressing his palm against the noticable buldge between the prince's legs. The prince gasped at the contact and found himself trying to get more contact from the illusive hand. Erestor found himself growing painfully hard at the noises he elicited from the beautiful prince. 'Oh, Valar, if I don't live out the night, I will surely die a very happy elf,' he thought to himself.

Erestor took his hand away from the treasure he had yet to unwrap, and the prince whimpered in response, bucking his hips a little to try and renew contact, unsuccessfully. He stopped when he realized what those lovely hands were up to. Erestor quickly undid the clasps to his heavy night-robes, before he, too let them fall to pool on the ground at his feet. Now, both were clothed in only their thin leggings.

Legolas began to study Erestor. The dark haired elf was fit, despite his many years in office, away from fields of battle. Erestor's skin flushed at Legolas' openly appreciative gaze. He was unused to partners that were as direct and self-assured as this prince of Mirkwood. He found it both disconcerting, and arousing.

Legolas suddenly began to slowly, almost agonisingly slowly, untie the laces of his leggings. He gripped the stretchy waistband and slowly lowered it over his hips. When his arousal sprang free, the Imladris advisor stared at it both in awe and apprehension. It was larger than any of his past lovers, and if it was the prince's desire, he might not be able to sit for a day, at least, afterwards. He shivered as the images weaved themselves in his imagination.

When Legolas kicked the last of his leggings off, he lay down on the divan, the soft velvet tickling his sensitive skin.

Erestor made quick work of his own leggings and went to join the golden prince. Legolas welcomed him with open arms and pulled the dark haired advisor into a deep kiss. Erestor gasped when a hand snaked it's way down his chest to grasp at his leaking desire. The fingers squeezed appreciatively, before they began to pump. Erestor lost any capability for speech and instead watched the prince below him in amazement. Legolas just grinned at him, before pulling him back for another long kiss, his grip remaining firm and steady in its actions. He brought Erestor to the brink, but kept him there, not letting him fall. When the tantalizing hands left his length, he groaned in protest.

Legolas shifted beneath him, before flipping him over so he was on the bottom before Erestor could even say a word. Legolas gazed at him long and hard, causing Erestor to swallow with difficulty. His arousal was bordering on the painful. Erestor gazed into the bright blue eyes in slight apprehension. Would he be taken now, with little to no preparation? As if hearing his thoughts, Legolas smiled reassuringly, before positioning himself atop the now shocked elf. Legolas hovered above the advisor's straining arousal, before pressing down so the head could press against his opening, though not quite breaching it.

"W-wait!" Erestor exclaimed, with some difficulty. Legolas looked at him curiously. "Y-You haven't been prepared!" At this Legolas flashed him a brilliant smile. He leaned over for a kiss, before replying.

"You needn't worry yourself about that." And, without another word, the lithesome blonde impaled himself fully on the other elf. Erestor gazed at him in shock. 'How often does he do this to be so accustomed to it?' he thought to himself in slight awe.

Once again it was as if Legolas could read his mind and said, "Often enough." Smirking, the blonde rolled his hips testingly causing the elf beneath him to groan. Erestor was gazing amazedly at their now joined bodies. Legolas flashed him another indulgent smile. "Surely this isn't your first time, Erestor."

Erestor, shaken from his thoughts looked back into the face of the smiling prince. "Nay, of course it's not! It's just-" He broke off when the prince rolled his hips again.

"Just-?" the prince urged.

Erestor flushed embarrassedly, "I've never been in this position before." Legolas' eyes widened before he was suddenly seized by a fit of the giggles, his shaking body was felt keenly by the elf he was riding. "Please..." Erestor begged, bucking his hips into the warmth enclosing him. The giggles were replaced by a long drawn out moan.

Legolas looked at the advisor hungrily, "Then it is my honor to be your first," he whispered silkily.

The two elves settled on a gentle rhythm at first, but before long it grew fast and fervent, the pale limbs entangled, lips locked, and the usually silent library filled with the sounds of moaning and groaning, and cries of desire. Too quickly, the two elves found their release.

For long moments after they remained entwined, not wanting the night to end. Legolas rest his golden head against Erestors shoulder.

"You know," the prince said, "I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime. Perhaps when neither of us can sleep?"

"Aye, mayhap." Erestor said unconvincingly. He highly doubted there would be a repeat of this night’s activity, but there were always his dreams. With that he slipped into reverie and slept for a good hour or so before awakening. The prince was gone, all but a note and a gemstone pendant. Erestor hesitantly picked up and read the note:

"My Dear Erestor,
Thank you for the lovely evening. I was honored to be the first you've taken. Please accept this gift. It is something that always brought me luck, and I hope it will do so for you as well.
Your Prince,
Legolas"

Erestor's hands shook slightly as he gently cradled the smooth blue gem in his hands, an unfamiliar emotion welling up inside him. 'No one has ever given me such a precious gift before,' he thought, 'Am I truly worthy of such generosity?' Sighing lightly, Erestor placed the gem's chain around his neck before quickly getting clothed. He returned to his chambers with no one the wiser as to the late night tryst in the library.

The End... for now.
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I do have a sequel in mind, if you guys want to see it. Please say so, otherwise I will think no ones interested and will just work on my multitudes of other stories that need completing.

If you don't wish to wait for the revisions you can read the rest of the series by looking in my profile. ^^;