I apologize for how short this chapter is but like my other story I
feel that graphic slash would ruin it. Don't worry about the spelling I did
mean to do it that way because they are drunk. Also no one really said they
were for or against incest (well actually it's more of twincest in this but
that's not the point.) The point is I really want your opinions! So, elvish
speech is in ' ' and thoughts are in . Enjoy!
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'Your hair prettie,' slured Elrohir drunkely running his fingers through Legolas's hair.
'You prettie,' muttered Legolas, swaying back and forth.
'You prettier,' replied Elrohir for he was sober enough to remember this fact. But it was forgotten as he downed the remaining liquor in the third bottle.
'All gone,' he said, and Legolas frowned at him.
'Me sorry,' he murmured rubbing Legolas's back with a gentle circular motion.
'It ok,' replied Legolas, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head.
Both were drunk enough not to notice that Elrohir's hands began to rove over Legolas's body starting on his face and then moving to his chest.
'Me like that,' breathed Legolas as Elrohir's soft hands ran over the muscles on his chest.
Elrohir looked up at Legolas's face finding his full pink lips very tempting. Without a second thought he kissed him, and Legolas eagerly responded. Both had the taste of wine upon their lips and tonuges but neither cared as they continued making-out drunkenly.
This was the last thing Elrohir remembered until waves of pleasure soared through his body and he fell back panting heavily.
Not long after Legolas wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered, 'Love you.'
'Love you too,' Elrohir replied with a hiccup, as sleep claimed him.
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Glorfindel walked silently into the clearing smiling at the sight before him, and carefully placed his cloak over the two sleeping elves. Suddenly the peace was disturbed by loud shouts of rage. Glofindel took one last glance at Legolas and Elrohir before sprinting back to Rivendell hoping he wasn't too late.
Subconsciously Elrohir moved closer to Legolas, throwing his arms around his chest as if trying to protect him.
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'Your hair prettie,' slured Elrohir drunkely running his fingers through Legolas's hair.
'You prettie,' muttered Legolas, swaying back and forth.
'You prettier,' replied Elrohir for he was sober enough to remember this fact. But it was forgotten as he downed the remaining liquor in the third bottle.
'All gone,' he said, and Legolas frowned at him.
'Me sorry,' he murmured rubbing Legolas's back with a gentle circular motion.
'It ok,' replied Legolas, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head.
Both were drunk enough not to notice that Elrohir's hands began to rove over Legolas's body starting on his face and then moving to his chest.
'Me like that,' breathed Legolas as Elrohir's soft hands ran over the muscles on his chest.
Elrohir looked up at Legolas's face finding his full pink lips very tempting. Without a second thought he kissed him, and Legolas eagerly responded. Both had the taste of wine upon their lips and tonuges but neither cared as they continued making-out drunkenly.
This was the last thing Elrohir remembered until waves of pleasure soared through his body and he fell back panting heavily.
Not long after Legolas wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered, 'Love you.'
'Love you too,' Elrohir replied with a hiccup, as sleep claimed him.
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Glorfindel walked silently into the clearing smiling at the sight before him, and carefully placed his cloak over the two sleeping elves. Suddenly the peace was disturbed by loud shouts of rage. Glofindel took one last glance at Legolas and Elrohir before sprinting back to Rivendell hoping he wasn't too late.
Subconsciously Elrohir moved closer to Legolas, throwing his arms around his chest as if trying to protect him.