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A Family Affair
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,642
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Family Affair
Elrond was drunk. Very drunk.
And it was all that damned King of Mirkwood’s fault. He should have never came here for this stupid diplomatic mission. He should have sent Erestor. Arguing was what he did best, after all. Stupid kings with their stupid feasts and their stupid wine…
The Lord of Imladris stumbled into what he assumed was his guest chambers. At least, they looked like his guest chambers. It had a bed, anyway. Good enough.
He fell onto the bed, and he started to divest himself of his clothes. He knew that if he had tried to take his clothes off while still standing, he would have ended up on his ass. Finally naked, he closed the bed curtains, flopped onto his stomach, buried his head into his pillow, and fell asleep.
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The twins were drunk. Very drunk.
As they staggered into their guest rooms, they began shedding their clothing with very little grace and a lot of swearing. Elrohir fell down twice before he simply stayed on the floor to remove his leggings.
“We should *never* have a drinking game with Legolas again.”
“Yes. Drinking. Legolas. Bad idea.”
“He cheats.”
“Yes. Cheats.”
“What was that shit anyway?”
“Teqi…kill…teqeeel…”
“Forget it.”
“Huh?”
“Bed. Now.”
“Okee-dokey.”
The identical bodies made for the bed. Elrohir pulled back the bed curtains as Elladan blew out the last candle.
“There’s a…umm…” was Elrohir’s intelligent statement.
“What?”
“Come look.”
Elladan came to the bed and collapsed onto the side. “Oh. There’s an elf in our bed!”
Elrohir looked around. “Is this our room?”
“Our packs are in the corner. This has to be our room.”
“Oh.”
They looked at each other in drunken consideration. “Screw it,” they stated at the same time. The twins climbed onto the bed on either side of the intruder, who had his face buried in the pillows. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone else had found themselves in the twin’s bed. However, there was usually a rather raunchy love-making session involved before the third elf fell into reverie.
“He has a nice ass.”
Elrohir lightly ran his hand over said ass. “Hehe. It feels nice, too.”
Elladan flopped down onto his side, and took his turn playing with their bedmate’s exposed rear end. He giggled drunkenly. “Maybe we can play when he wakes up in the morning.”
“Ya. That would be nice. He’s preeeeeeeetty.”
“And we are very, very drunk right now. I don’t know if I could get it up anyway.”
“Mine works!” Elrohir held up his erection and flailed it about.
“Good for you. Go to sleep.”
And it was all that damned King of Mirkwood’s fault. He should have never came here for this stupid diplomatic mission. He should have sent Erestor. Arguing was what he did best, after all. Stupid kings with their stupid feasts and their stupid wine…
The Lord of Imladris stumbled into what he assumed was his guest chambers. At least, they looked like his guest chambers. It had a bed, anyway. Good enough.
He fell onto the bed, and he started to divest himself of his clothes. He knew that if he had tried to take his clothes off while still standing, he would have ended up on his ass. Finally naked, he closed the bed curtains, flopped onto his stomach, buried his head into his pillow, and fell asleep.
**********************************************
The twins were drunk. Very drunk.
As they staggered into their guest rooms, they began shedding their clothing with very little grace and a lot of swearing. Elrohir fell down twice before he simply stayed on the floor to remove his leggings.
“We should *never* have a drinking game with Legolas again.”
“Yes. Drinking. Legolas. Bad idea.”
“He cheats.”
“Yes. Cheats.”
“What was that shit anyway?”
“Teqi…kill…teqeeel…”
“Forget it.”
“Huh?”
“Bed. Now.”
“Okee-dokey.”
The identical bodies made for the bed. Elrohir pulled back the bed curtains as Elladan blew out the last candle.
“There’s a…umm…” was Elrohir’s intelligent statement.
“What?”
“Come look.”
Elladan came to the bed and collapsed onto the side. “Oh. There’s an elf in our bed!”
Elrohir looked around. “Is this our room?”
“Our packs are in the corner. This has to be our room.”
“Oh.”
They looked at each other in drunken consideration. “Screw it,” they stated at the same time. The twins climbed onto the bed on either side of the intruder, who had his face buried in the pillows. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone else had found themselves in the twin’s bed. However, there was usually a rather raunchy love-making session involved before the third elf fell into reverie.
“He has a nice ass.”
Elrohir lightly ran his hand over said ass. “Hehe. It feels nice, too.”
Elladan flopped down onto his side, and took his turn playing with their bedmate’s exposed rear end. He giggled drunkenly. “Maybe we can play when he wakes up in the morning.”
“Ya. That would be nice. He’s preeeeeeeetty.”
“And we are very, very drunk right now. I don’t know if I could get it up anyway.”
“Mine works!” Elrohir held up his erection and flailed it about.
“Good for you. Go to sleep.”