"What do you mean there aren't free rooms? I don't ask for a palace. I want a room, a mere room."
"There aren't free rooms. Just one with a double-bed, but it was taken five minutes ago by a man."
The blonde stroke his hair with his hand, feeling like he's going mad. He was late at the Conference, he almost lost the plane, and he can't find a room.
"Could you ask him if he's willing to share?" He asked politely, calmer now. The receptionist looked at him, afraid of another boost of pure madness. The blonde tried a smile, to sweeten up the situation a little. The woman smiled back and formed a number. The man could hear the typical "ring", until a husky voice interrupted it. "Yes?" The receptionist's smile widened. "Uh, here is a gentleman who wants a room, but we don't have any rooms left. Do you approve of sharing your room? He is staying just for tonight." The blonde listened carefully. "Sure." He smiled and thanked the receptionist. In the heat of the moment, he forgot to ask for the number of the room. He learned it from the maid.
He knocked shyly at the door, wondering how was the man with that sexy voice. He was gay, and didn't care what people say. He was a businessman, one too poor to have a wife, but rich enough to lose time and money in bars and pubs. He forgot to tie his long blonde hair up in a ponytail. He thought he was common. The manwhores was meeting with would say otherwise. They would describe him as beautiful. He never agreed.
When the door opened, he saw something unexpected. A shirtless tall man with black hair, looking at him with a pair of deep, grey eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't.
"Uh…I'm Legolas Thranduilion. Nice…nice to meet you." The man looked at him, almost skeptically.
"I expected…uh…" The brunette stopped, looking puzzled.
"A bitch? Didn't the receptionist say that I'm a male? Or you're that horny that you will accept anybody who offers?"
The brunette was taken aback. What was with that angry blonde? "Uh…no, sorry if I upset you, but I wasn't expected a man that sexy."
Legolas blushed. Nobody complimented him like this. Maybe a "beautiful" here and there, but from his subordinates, and that doesn't count. For a moment, he felt lost. "I'm sorry, I'm too used to jerks to think that out there are nice people, too." The man smiled, a brilliant smile in Legolas opinion and invited him in.
When the door closed, the maid who was just passing by knew that the two males will leave the room changed. They may turn out as foes, friends of lovers. For two busy businessmen, the number of the room meant nothing.