Late Night Love: Heart's Desire
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
Contact: thesilentsenshihotmail.com; http:thesilentsenshi.livejournal.com
Pairings: Legolas/Erestor
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Erestor is haunted by his night with Legolas. The prince wants to continue their affair. When insomnia hits once again, will Erestor be able to fight his desires. Does he even want to? Sequel to Late Night Library Tryst.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad...
Notes: The sought after sequel to Late Night Library Tryst.(which due to explicit content cannot be found on ff.net.  It can be found on my aff.net account which can be located in my livejournal links list.)  It is not imperative to the story though.  Basically they had a night of "pleasure" in the library and Legolas gave Erestor a stone afterwards.  So if you don't wanna read the details, feel free to skip it.  Now that we've had the smut, it's time for the angst and repercussions. We reap what we sow as they say. =3  Oh and the NC-17 chapter comes much later and will be duly edited for the readers on ff.net.  So no needs to worry.  I won't really waste time going around changing the toppers to each chapter though, so don't panic.  -
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Part I. Heartache

The orange flame of the candle flickered as a small breeze swept through the room. Parchment rustled and had to be held down by the heavy glass ink container. Erestor stood up and walked to the high open windows. He looked up at the stars that twinkled brightly in the darkened evening sky. He sighed heavily.

It was now three days since that passionate night in the library. He closed his eyes and shivered as another blast of wind swept past, taking hold of the dark strands of his hair and blowing them past his shoulder and veiling his face. Sighing audibly he closed the window and turned from the evening vista. He looked around the darkened room, his eyes being drawn inexorably to the plush velvet divan standing inconspicuously amongst the rows of books.

He sat down again behind the thick oak desk. He placed his head in his hands and moaned as though he were in agony. 'Why? Why can't I forget?' The memory of that one night with the prince of the Woodland Realm haunted him every night, and even during the days. He wasn't getting sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. Of golden hair and sparkling blue eyes darkened with desire. Of kisses filled with passion and tenderness, and caresses both urgent and gentle. Of the tightness that seemed to enclose him and the rhythmic movements of the prince on top of him. He shivered once again, even though there was no breeze to cause it.

'This cannot continue. I must get him out of my head.' But even as he thought this he knew nothing would come of it. He was already lost in the princes thrall. His hand unconsciously went to finger the bright blue stone that hung from his neck.

'Why has this happened. Why me?' The advisor almost wanted to weep at the hopelessness of his situation. The prince had captured his heart all too easily, but there was no hope of his feelings being returned. He knew this, and the thought was like a blow to his already tender heart. How had this young prince lowered all his defenses so easily? He'd guarded his heart for centuries uncounted under his cold mien. Now it appeared all of that had been in vain. All it had taken was the smooth words and tender kisses of a young prince to undo all of that and bring down every wall he had erected over the years.

He almost had the urge to laugh. After all these years his heart had chosen, and it was someone he could never hope would return his feelings. The prince may still feel desire for him, perhaps, but Erestor could not have the prince's heart. He knew he could not allow himself to fall prey to the prince's charms once again. It would surely be the end of him. If he could not have the prince's love he did not want his body either. Though he ached for him, he would not allow more. His memories of that one night together would have to be sufficient to get him through.

He stared blankly at the parchments on the desk. He had not been able to do much work since that night. Every time he was in the library, his thoughts would turn to the young prince. Even when he wasn't in the library, he found himself daydreaming of pale skin, blue eyes, and golden hair. How could he rid himself of this desire. The prince was centuries younger than him, for pete's sake. If one compared their ages, the prince would be no more than a mere child. Even though Legolas was now well past his majority, it didn't make it right. Valar, the prince had proven quite well that he was no longer an elfling. His face grew red at the very thought of what had occurred that night.

Erestor glanced up quickly when he heard footsteps outside in the hall. His heart began to race wildly in his chest. 'Could it be him? What should I do?' Erestor looked around in a panic, his eyes wide and fearful. It was too soon to be confronted with his hearts desire.

Before he could move even a step the door creaked open and a robed figure entered. Erestor sighed in relief when the black haired elf appeared. It was only Elrond.

Elrond looked at him, concern in his eyes. "Are you alright, my friend?" he queried.

Erestor nodded his head, trying to slow his heart rate down with visible effort. Elrond didn't look very convinced.

"You can tell me you know?"

Erestor looked up sharply. "What do you mean?"

Elrond sighed and took a seat on the very divan Erestor had known such joy and pleasure on but a number of days ago. He raised a dark eyebrow at Erestor's sudden blush, but decided not to comment on it.

"What is wrong? You are not only my most trusted advisor, but also my age old friend. Do you not trust me enough to tell me what has been ailing you lately?" Elrond asked gently.

Erestor looked into Elrond's eyes, his own dark and troubled. He bit his lip. "I-I don't know if I should..." he almost whispered.

Elrond looked at him, his expression grave. "This is something serious?"

Erestor nodded again.

"I will not judge or condemn you Erestor. Aside from being my good friend, you are my trusted advisor. You have been slacking in your duties lately. If this is affecting your work, I really should know what it is. Maybe I can help."

"No one can help me." Erestor said forlornly.

Elrond looked at him, his concern growing. "Why can no one help you?"

Erestor's smile did not reach his eyes. "There is no cure for unrequited love, is there?"

Elrond's eyes grew wide with shock. The idea of his cool and collected advisor in love was totally alien to him. "You're in love?!" Erestor nodded slightly. "This is unexpected... Who is it?"

Erestor's eyes grew panicked. "Please, my Lord, I cannot say!"

Elrond looked at his advisor curiously. 'I will have to keep an eye on him,' he decided. "I cannot force you to tell me, but is there no chance that he or she could return your feelings?"

Erestor shook his head. "Nay, How could he..." Erestor began, almost as though he didn't realize Elrond were there at all. "He's young and beautiful and nowhere near me on a social scale. How could he love a jaded elf like me." Erestor's eyes grew sad.

'So it's a he?' Elrond thought. "Have you spoken to him?"

Erestor jumped, realizing what he'd said to Elrond. He blushed and shook his head again. "I couldn't do that... I doubt it meant anything to him at all..." Erestor's hand went to where the blue stone was now tucked beneath his robes.

Elrond was watching him carefully, reading between the lines. He eyed his advisor sympathetically. "You should at least try. Remaining quiet will only lead to pain. Give yourself a chance. Maybe he will surprise you." With that Elrond stood up. "Erestor, I expect that paperwork on my desk first thing in the morning. No more delays."

"Yes my lord." With that, Elrond swept out of the library, without looking back.

Erestor slumped back down into his chair, a look of utter despair on his face. 'Talk to him, he says. It's easier said than done. One doesn't just go up to a prince and declare their love. Especially when it can't be returned. Tis folly.'

With that depressing thought Erestor picked up his quill and set to work. He had a lot to do before the morning arrived.

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Well, done with part one. XD Enough angst for you guys? There's more coming, Next up we see how Legolas is taking it. Honestly, this was supposed to be another oneshot fic, but due to all the lovely encouragement you guys gave me, my muse went on a rampage and I couldn't rein it in. SO my original sequel has turned into a real fic instead of just another PWP. Don't worry that doesn't mean there won't be some yummy elf smut later on, it will just take longer than expected to get to.
I already have the first 4 parts done. SO the more reviews I get the faster I'll post them. Yeah, I know I shouldn't bribe you guys like that but, what can I say, I'm desperate. XD