Hello. Look! Chapter 9! Huzzah! Two in one day to make up for my shameful disappearance...:D Thank you Thank you Thank you for your continued reviews and support... Sexy times? I think so. Angsty times? I think so. Get. Yourselves. Safe. I am always here-so e-mail me or what have you. I'm here :) Elrond says a bad word...again! Damn those half-elves and their potty mouths. What else? I'm not sure...nothing I think. Speaking of nothing? You know what I own? That's right! A dog! Tolkien owns these sexy elves not me...so with that said...ENJOY!

Elrond only managed to read for a few minutes..he had never been in Erestor's private rooms before. Certainly in the doorway, but never inside...Erestor was so private.

He knew he shouldn't...but he so badly wanted to know, his guilty thoughts that he knew nothing about Erestor had plagued him since he'd first had them. He wanted to know all about him...he wanted to know things about Erestor, he was desperate to know his private thoughts, the thoughts that Elrond could recall dancing in beautiful brown eyes but that never took voice.

At first, he looked around, simply with his eyes. It was decorated quite simply, with dark furniture, he had a table in front of his his couch, and a small round table on the other side of the chair to the side. The small table was stacked with books on top, and a small stack on the shelf underneath, one half of the longer table was covered in papers, all written in Erestor's smooth hand. The other half held a beautiful chess set, and it was set up as if someone was in mid-game...but he was sure that Erestor had no visitors...so...Erestor played by himself? Against himself? It seemed almost lonely...but oh so very Erestor. There was a set of wine glasses in the far right corner, upside down on a silver platter. A crystal decanter in the middle, half filled with a rich red wine that Elrond couldn't identify by sight alone.

This seemed an innocent enough reason to get up and touch things, so he reached out and pulled off the lid of the decanter, one deep sniff told him it was a robust red wine from the shire, again, very Erestor, not the finest in the world, but not anything bad or mediocre, just...Erestor.

Elrond began to drift around the room, noticing things in more detail. The sideboard held an old tea pot, sort of rusted, but well taken care of. It was old, but not ancient, it was well used, but not misused. It had some initials carefully inscribed on it, and Elrond ran his fingers over the writing wondering who it had belonged to.

The rest of the side board was bare of anything personal and Elrond saw through the glass doors that the shelves didn't hold mementos from childhood, or things he wanted to keep safe for the future, but with more books, charts, maps, and scrolls. Stacked in careful piles, carefully kept free of dust, and well taken care of, waiting for their master to come back to them.

He moved along the sideboard, there were two other doors, and the small hallway that led back to the front door of Erestor's little apartment. He knew the door on the far side of the room was the one that led to his bedroom-it had stood partially open when Elrond had first arrived there, and that had been why he had been so able to try and guide his would-be lover to that place. He walked across the room carefully and stepped inside. The room was...yet again, very Erestor. A wide and simple bed, made up with warm blankets and black sheets. Pillows neatly in place, a book lay on the bedside table, and the only thing out of place- a glass of water, half drunk still stood there. It seemed rather innocuous, but it struck Elrond, very deeply. It seemed as if this simple object of comfort created in Elrond a new picture of Erestor-something else that he felt guiltily that he had never considered. His chief counselor was always so careful, so put together, so calm-and obviously that was wrong. Elrond realized now, that he had never once stopped to think that Erestor -was- an elf. That he did have basic elven needs, like food and drink, and while he had been delighted at the taste of the tea that Erestor drank, Elrond never paused to think of the simple every day things that Erestor must have done to make himself feel better, to live comfortably. He walked into the room and ran a hand over the simple coverlet, and then he pulled open the wardrobe. His guilt was coming and going, he knew he shouldn't be doing any of this, but he wanted to...he felt almost...drawn to do it, by some force outside of his reason.

Looking inside the wardrobe he almost laughed aloud, it was separated into two distinctly different sections. The left hand side was a section of black robes, all similar, billowy and neat and tidy. Probably 6 or 7 of them. The other side was a collection of more colourful robes, some in blues or greens, one in a dark red, and some in black with delicate embroidery in various colours. They were nearly brand new, and one still had a receipt from the seamstress attached to it. He laughed for real this time, and he closed the door and opened another wardrobe, and found that this one was filled with personal things. A few woman's gowns, a much older, formal, court robe hung to the right, and a small shelf held a pair of tiny black shoes. A shelf underneath that held a small row of black leather books. He reached out and picked one up, flipping it open he found written in a childish hand a passage marked with a date "I don't understand why Ada hates me so...I suppose I'll just have to try harder. I've never known a father to hate his own son, but logic dictates that since I'm a child and he's an adult...so he must know better. Therefore, I must be stupid. I guess I'll just have to try harder. Elrond looked up, it was a diary, or a journal of some sort. He gulped, thickly and shook his head-Erestor's own father? He took another and opened to a random page. Well...that was...that...that was disgusting wasn't it? Why on earth would I want her to do that to me? I mean...her mouth there? What am I to do with my hands? My eyes? Does she not see that it is so much more then just a meeting of the bodies...certainly I imagine it would feel good, but I do not think I could subject myself to such a boring experience...not unless I wanted...not unless it were to mean something. This time the hand was more sure, much more trained and careful, though Elrond could feel the shaky awkwardness of the young elf's thoughts as he tried to contemplate the act that Elrond was sure Erestor had fled from in the same fashion that he had from Elrond himself. Filled with anger, and worry and hurt on Erestor's behalf, and feeling that same drive from within, he flipped several pages ahead and read a little more. What a horrible day. I was the only one to pass that exam? And now the rest are convinced that I have surrendered my body to our instructor. Good Gods! We are 45 years old for Elebreth's sake! Why does everything in the world revolve around sex? Why does THIS have to be the ONE thing that everybody wants to talk about? Perhaps if they focused less on their genitals and more on their work they would pass their exams a little better... the passage trailed off and as Elrond poised to turn the page he spotted a smear of blood and an added sentence, written in congealed, dried brown blood Why am I such a freak? Why can't I just be like everyone else? He frowned, heavily as something wet and circular smudged the blood on the page and he reached up and touched his wet cheek in confusion. 'Poor Erestor'...he thought to himself and shook his head, though guilt flashed through his whole body as he knew that his own incorrigible antics at 45 were quite similar apparently, to many of Erestor's classmates-though he had done well on -his- exams. He wiped his tears away feverishly and closed that book, putting it back carefully, he picked up another one and opened it. Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn arrived today. Lady Galadriel frightens me endlessly. I must always be on guard with her...I am so terrified she will look into my eyes and see my arms...or worse. Silinde will be here for the duration and unfortunately that means that I will have to suspend lessons with Estel. How cruel it is for him to have to be my only confidante, but in part I cannot stop him from his antics, and he found me...he discovered me...that has no fault of my own. As the words took on a sort of more hysterical note,and the ink grew darker as if his hand drew down harder in his pain and then suddenly the writing changed into a queer rigid form, taking on a different note entirely. As if another person had taken the pen from Erestor and began to write. You. Useless. Sniveling. Brat. You are a stupid, ignorant elf. Elrond should kill you for your incompetence. Look what you are doing to that poor child. You have destroyed his innocence and his life. Many of the rest of the words were blurred out by an endless flow of blood. Which had long since dried, pictures and endless apologies had been written in that blood. Elrond frowned, so Estel had known about Erestor's problem...he glanced at the date-and he gasped. This entry was dated the night of the opening feast. Putting the book back Elrond gulped, suddenly feeling the pain of knowing too much. He now knew things he wished he hadn't, all he wanted to do was run to Erestor, assure him that if Estel had found out on his own, it was ok, that he should never fear Galadriel, for she respected people's private thoughts and space. To reassure him, to hold him, to kiss away the pain and agony of his childhood. The agony of whatever it was that had created Erestor in this way...but he couldn't...because Erestor could never know that he had seen it. He now had to pretend that he had never seen it, he had to go back to the way things had been as if he had never gotten this glimpse into his agony. He walked out of the room and looked at the other door.

The other door, stood half open, and from his angle now directly across from it, he could see it was Erestor's bathroom. His darker thoughts settled down a bit as he looked into it, catching sight of a big indulgent bathtub. He was filled suddenly with both curiosity and lust as he thought of going to the place where Erestor was the most vulnerable and naked, and so he made his way across the room. Noting with interest that there was very little to actually note in the main room.

He nudged the bathroom door open and peered into the room at first, once again, just visually examining the room. The feelings he had before of being reticent to touch Erestor's things returned, and he knew that he probably shouldn't be doing this, invading Erestor's privacy like this...but as he looked around his eyes caught sight of the white marble bath tub and he bit down on his bottom lip, he did everything to fight that off, but he moved forwards and reached forward and placed a hand on the cool side. Closing his eyes he imagined what it would be like to lower Erestor in here, to wash his silky hair...he opened his eyes, not wanting to be so rude as to spill himself on his own hand in Erestor's private bathroom.

Clearing his throat he turned on his heel to walk and and then his lips fell open and he narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of a strange table, oddly out of place in the well shelved bathroom. He took several steps forward reaching out he ran careful fingers over the black velvet cloth that laid over top of something that laid on the surface. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and while there was a feeling coursing through his veins that he KNEW he shouldn't be in here, that he KNEW he had no right to see what was underneath this cloth, he was in a downward spiral and he absolutely needed to know...and so almost against his will he reached out, took the cloth between his fingertips, ever so gingerly, and pulled hard.

He gulped, thickly, and he shook his head in revulsion. His lips pressed hard together and he shook his head again, dropping the cloth in his shock. A small series of daggers and knives were carefully, obsessively lined up on the table under the cloth. The whole surface of the glass table was destroyed, it was slashed and gouged, there were melted burn marks, but most of all it was lacquered with layers and layers of blood. A lot of it was older, turned an ugly dark brown colour with time. No insects were around, and for some reason it did not smell-and in some odd way, Elrond felt as if Erestor took great care of this table. Candles sat on each corner of the table, and each one sat in a pewter candle holder in the shape of twisted demonic shapes, each held a small metal sword or spear and when Elrond reached out to touch one of the hideous creatures, he found the small cylindrical piece of metal rattled from the grip of the thing and fell loose, it hit the ground with a soft clang and Elrond leaned over and picked it up, a soft gasp broke his lips as he saw that small bits of flesh had been fused to the metal, unable to be cleaned off by the very fact that they were melted on, probably layers of flesh, over time...

Gulping again Elrond replaced the metal rod as best he could and leaned over picking up the black cloth he all but threw it over top of the table again-not baring to look at Erestor's instruments of torture any longer.

He backed up out of the room, horrified, this time, it was his distraction that caused him to miss the door opening, the footsteps across the floor, and as he backed up, eyes still pinned to the now covered gruesome sight, the half-elf came into direct contact with Erestor's thin chest.

Gulping Elrond turned around and looked down, Erestor glanced up at him, his face set in a grim line as he reached around and pinched out the lantern light that hung in the bathroom with his bare fingers. "I have solved the problem" he said, calmly, in a voice devoid of emotion.

Elrond gulped softly "That is good" he said quietly, and Erestor nodded once.

Gray eyes met brown and they looked at each other for a long moment. "What did you see?" Erestor asked after a moment.

"I..." Elrond began, he didn't want to lie...but he felt guilty at what he had done.

"Why?" Erestor asked, there was slight hurt in his eyes, but nothing major.

"I..." he continued, and sighed, this darkness in Erestor, this strangeness...this was something that Elrond was not used to. Something in his mind told him that this darkness that settled in him, turning his eyes black, clawing lines along his face, drew his shoulders in, caused Erestor to look at him wildly through his long dark hair, like some sort of angry, guarded animal, was the writer of that queer rigid writing, berating Erestor for his supposed foolishness. "You? Is this punishment? Punishment for my reticence to speak to you?" the counselor threw back at him, through gritted teeth.

Elrond opened his mouth "No, my curiosities were born out of a desire to know you." he said softly in return. Slight irritation in his voice, he knew he had done wrong, but this side of Erestor just assumed the negative, and it irked something within Elrond.

"You could have asked" Erestor pointed out, walking to his wine glasses, he poured one for himself and made a gesture, offering Elrond one, but Elrond declined angry now.

"I have tried. But you do not say anything! You sit there, afraid of me, I know this is new and I know this is hard...but you sit there in your silence making no effort!" He roared suddenly slamming the goblet out of Erestor's hand.

Erestor whirled on him. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I'VE SPOKEN BEFORE?" Erestor screamed back, his voice a whirlwind of emotion. It smacked into Elrond with an almost physical force and his anger deflated almost immediately.

A full moment of silence passed between them. They looked at each other, Erestor breathing hard, panting as if he had just run 10 miles, Elrond was standing stalk straight, and very still. Then Erestor leapt across the spance between them throwing the taller half elf to the floor, he straddled him completely, pinning his arms to his sides with his knees. His hand slid up the side of Elrond's face and he dug his nails in, turning it sharply to the side, dragging his nails hard down his face until he grabbed his chin pushing his head all to the side, exposing the column of his neck "You want to know something about me?" He hissed against his neck, biting the half elf sharply, Elrond cried out in mixed pain and pleasure and shock.

"Look and see what I am. And then decide again." Erestor growled and sat back and ripped his robes off all at once. He threw the scraps away from his body and squeezed Elrond's ribcage with his thighs to make him look. Elrond took in what he saw, his mouth open in shock and horror.

"My god Erestor" Elrond gasped.

He saw the scars, the writing, the symbols, there seemed to be an entire patch hacked off his once perfect shoulder, as if he had peeled the skin from his muscle. There wasn't even a small hairs breadth of an inch where there wasn't any mark. The marks were layered on-hundreds, nay, thousands of years worth of damage. He was so thin, painfully thin, fearfully thin, not deathly thin...but thin enough for Elrond to wonder if this was another punishment, starving his body like this...

Erestor had lost some of his confidence, as he had that first night when Elrond had seen him like this. Defeat and tiredness riddled Erestor's countenance and he sighed softly rearing his chin, that darkness glittered behind his eyes though as he let Elrond look and examine.

Elrond wanted to ask why...but he knew that he wouldn't have an answer, and that it would only spark another argument. Besides, thinking of those journals, he felt lightly as if he was beginning to understand.

"This is why you have been afraid of me? Of me seeing you? Of us being together?" Elrond finally decided to ask, serious, old eyes fixed on Erestor's face.

Erestor reached out and stroked gentle fingers down Elrond's bloodied face. After a long moment of silence, during which Elrond became convinced that Erestor wasn't going to tell him. Erestor finally said "yes"

Elrond wiggled underneath him, and Erestor fell back, blushing with shame he grabbed at a blanket that was under the couch and wound it around his frame. "I am...I'm sorry" he muttered, not sure how to make his behaviour okay.

Elrond shook his head and leaned forward winding his arms around Erestor's frame, pulling him back against his chest, and for the longest moment, they sat in front of the fireplace, feeling each others breathing. Each was caught up in his own thoughts as they stared straight forward, broken only by the crackle of the fire.

They sat there for what seemed like hours but in reality it was just minutes. The silence was finally broken by the soft thick wet drop of blood on Erestor's bare collarbone. He looked up and bit down, hard, on his lip-he had not realized he had done that much damage to his lord. He Shifted in his lap so he was facing Elrond completely, and tears welled up in his eyes as he looked into those beautiful gray eyes.

"Oh Erestor, please don't cry. Please. Please. I cannot bear another tear from you, not at this moment." he murmured.

Erestor reached up and touched the blood on his face, brushing it away with his cold fingertips he looked down at the glistening red on his white skin. "I hurt you" he whispered.

Elrond shrugged one shoulder. "I'd rather you make me bleed a thousand rivers of blood, then ever spill another drop of your own" he replied with a visceral passion that burnt a never to be closed hole right through Erestor's frozen heart.

He looked up at him "I can't promise that" Erestor said, softly, his voice trembling with the force of Elrond's emotion.

"I know. But I don't give a damn how much you have to hurt me, to be free. I would hurt, no..I would live through all the most painful deaths in the world, if it meant that you could be free of this pain, forever." Elrond said in return.

Erestor opened his mouth several times, closing it each time, he shook his head, tears flowing down his face "even though you have seen what I am..." he whispered.

"Because" Elrond retorted, arms winding around Erestor's waist as he pushed him to the ground. "I have seen what you are"

Erestor opened his mouth and Elrond leant over, sealing anymore words between them by pressing his lips hard against him. Elrond's tongue flew into Erestor's mouth and this time Erestor gave no hesitation in mingling his tongue with Elrond's.

He trembled with terror as Elrond stroked his hands down his face and neck, moving to push the blanket down his chest to pool at his waist. He pressed his legs together, instinctively afraid of anything further-and Elrond stopped on his hips, massaging his hands back up his bare-scarred, bony back as a way of showing him that he had no intention of pushing his lover too far, or too fast.

Erestor gulped thickly around the kiss and then pulled away as Elrond moved to his neck, attacking it in the way that Erestor had already grown so use to.

Elrond's hands though, now with free reign, were never still. He moved them from the small of his back to his chest, rubbing up and down Erestor couldn't help the groan that moved through his throat as soft healers palms found his nipples, rubbing gently with just the warm, flat surface.

The half-elf laughed lightly as he moved his kisses down his loves neck to the collarbone on the left side, licking up and down the exposed bone, he grinned lasciviously at the cry that he elicited when he bit down on the bone, gnawing lightly he pushed Erestor's hips back down, amused that they'd arched unconsciously up for more contact. Erestor groaned lightly and looked up at him through shy lashes, "I'm sorry" He murmured softly.

"Don't ever be sorry" Elrond growled and bit down again, his fingers clawed and he took a pebbled nipple between each thumb and fore-finger, pinching sharply he laved his tongue down his entire sternum to his navel, swirling his tongue inside he pulled back to watch Erestor arch and pant and twist under his hands.

"Ngggh, your...mouth" the elf panted, underneath him, his back twisting as he tried to get Elrond to touch him with more then teasing fingertips.

"Where?" Elrond asked, softly, leaning over to breathe the words over the glistening wet patch on his chest.

"My...scars...any...pick...one" he moaned out as Elrond pulled hard on the right and soothed the left with his palm.

Pulling his hands down he stroked hard down Erestor's sides, teasing at his bony hips, he pressed his thumbs into indentation and Erestor cried out in earnest pleasure as his back arched trying to escape the pain, but bring more of the pleasure. When Erestor had settled back down he leaned over and picked one long, pick scar and pressed the tip of his tongue to the bottom of the raised flesh and laved his tongue from top to bottom.

This time, it was Elrond's turn to gasp in shock. Erestor's flesh was ice cold, but his scars seemed almost to be burning. He took the raised part of the scar tissue in his front teeth and nibbled lightly, he tugged on it and Erestor gasped, still roiling under his restraining thumbs.

Elrond released his hips and crushed him to the floor with his weight as he leaned over and kissed Erestor, hard on the mouth, tasting, sucking, nibbling, biting, taking.

His hands sought other large scars, feeling them warm under his fingertips, he left Erestor's lips after a while and turned his attention to the 2 or 3 square inch patch of pink on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to it, this one soft, and gentle, some of the wild passion between them had dissipated. Erestor's lust darkened eyes opened and he reached out with one shaking hand to caress the side of Elrond's jaw. "I am sorry if it is frightening" he murmured.

Elrond smiled sadly, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before going back, pressing soft kissing all along the perimeter of the square. "Only because I did not see it. I wonder how I could not see it. How I could be so damned blind." he murmured.

"You cannot be blind when no one wishes you to see" Erestor replied quietly.

Elrond looked up at him, his lips set in a grim line, he laced his fingers through Erestor's hair "Please...try not to hide from me again" he murmured.

Erestor nodded "I can promise to try" he replied.

"That is all I ask" the half-elf said and leaned forward kissing him one more time.

Erestor kissed him back and then reached up. "Elrond..." he began, slowly.

"mmm?" Elrond groaned as once again his attention was taken by Erestor's bony shoulder.

"You're a little over dressed for this aren't you?" Erestor asked, quietly.

"I think I would agree" Elrond returned and very slowly he raised his hands to undo the clasps of his robes, but a thrill of delight ran through his body and down his spine when Erestor reached up, beating him to it he slowly, nervously began to undo them himself.

Brown eyes focused on his work, Elrond could sense that his lover wasn't quite confident enough to totally engage, so he made no moves, no words, nothing to deter the darkling from his steady course. The half-elf quietly thanked his lucky stars that he had dressed in such haste he wore his robes only. He had them undone to his waist before Erestor realized that, but, after a very long pause, and a paling of his already pale flesh, Erestor bit his lip and did them back up by two clasps, so they pooled at Elrond's waist and then reached out with one hand.

It shook like a leaf in a wind storm but the ice cold hand landed on Elrond's chest and the lord repressed a gasp as the cold crawled through his flesh instantly turning his own nipples into sharp pointed nubs with no real stimulation. He held very still, not wanting to spook his lover, but Erestor just let his hand sit there, in the middle of his sternum and it began to get hard.

When Erestor spoke, Elrond jumped-having been so focused on the ripples of pleasure and desire that radiated out from that icy hand. "I do not know what to do. Elrond. Please, do what you would do...and I will attempt to follow. Remember..." he said softly, trailing off, needing the other to understand.

Elrond nodded and leaned forward, resuming his attentions to the scars on Erestor's upper chest he kissed, licked, nibbled and trailed each one. Erestor gulped thickly and leaned forward moving his cold hand along his chest and then over his shoulder to settle on the back of his neck under his mass of dark hair. He brought his own warmed lips onto the side of Elrond's neck, nipping gently he shuddered as Elrond growled low in his throat-and relinquished all control he had been holding over himself.

He lowered his mouth and bit down, hard on one of the more raised scars and Erestor arched underneath him, fingers clawing on his back he gently scratched down.

They kissed like this for a long time, exploring, searching, seeking, claiming, taking, needing, wanting. Elrond showed Erestor all the things that long years of loneliness had denied him. His hands were more then healing now, they were saving, rescuing, giving life. Erestor drowned in Elrond and couldn't have been more happy. As the moments passed, and Elrond gave, and gave, Erestor felt not only the desire but the need to reciprocate and he returned everything. Creating moves with his own clever hands that drove Elrond to the edge of his control and past it.

He claimed all parts of Erestor-except his most intimate part, which Elrond honoured and respected. It was well into the night when they broke apart for the hundredth time, and the half elf played his fingers through his darkling's long hair. They felt like younglings, and Erestor had no desire for Elrond to leave his company...but both would have long days tomorrow if they did not sleep and the pull of exhaustion was pulling at them both. His own long stint of not sleeping appropriately was suddenly running rampant through his mind and body. "You look tired my beauty" Elrond said quietly.

Erestor blushed "I am so sorry" He murmured.

Elrond shook his head "I said no apologies in this quiet"

"I should be ..." Erestor began but Elrond silenced him with a kiss and then pulled away.

"You should not." he interrupted.

"But it isn't..." he began again, but Elrond kissed him once more

"It is."

"Don't you want?" Erestor tried once more

Elrond shook his head, picked Erestor up and carried him several steps across the room. Erestor's eyes were pinned on Elrond but when he set him on the ground and helped him to steady on his feet-for the smaller elf was still trembling in his new found pleasure-Elrond turned him around to face the mirror.

Erestor recoiled but Elrond wound his arms tightly around Erestor's bony frame, glad for the mirror view, as he openly, unabashedly admired the bulge in Erestor's black pants. Erestor blushed when he saw that look but physically flinched again when he took in himself one more time. "This. Is what I want. Erestor." the half elf purred in Erestor's ear.

Erestor turned his head away and closed his eyes, but Elrond wrapped long fingers around Erestor's neck and squeezed until Erestor opened his eyes in shock, lips parting as he gasped uselessly for air. "This. Is. What. I. Want." he repeated, slowly, squeezing once before releasing him, knowing now that Erestor was focused on the image in the mirror.

"But...I...I..." Erestor whispered, in spite of Elrond's force.

"You are flawed. Cracked. Broken." Erestor looked up at him and gulped, pain in his eyes.

"But only on the outside" Elrond continued. "You look in the mirror and you see problems, you see something disgusting, something that deserves to be punished, something that isn't good enough for anything. I see someone. An elf, that I love, and rely on, and trust, and need in my life..." he murmured quietly. Kissing the tip of his ear he turned the crying elf around in his arms.

"I don't know what I feel for you, and I'm not sure when I started to feel it...but for now I want to wipe those tears away, carry you to your highly under-used bed...and make sure you actually sleep for more then ten minutes." He said, a smile toying with his full lips.

Erestor smiled at him in spite of his tears and leaned up, kissing him hard. "I did say you could heal me in any way you see fit" Erestor said, wiping the tears from his eyes as he pulled away he managed a saucy wink and slipped off to his bathroom, preparing for bed he left Elrond in the living room, thrilling from head to toe. "I fucking love you" he whispered careful that it was only to himself, before walking towards Erestor's bedroom, turning down the covers-unsure if Erestor had a side.