Allarah grinned. It sure had taken them long enough. She shivered expectantly, before she felt two pairs of hands slide up in to her shirt. She leant back against the broad chest of the twin that was behind her. She couldn't tell which one he was. Oh wait. She thought back to when she had seen them both bare in the dining room. Now that she thought about it, she could. It was without doubt Elrohir. (lol) She relaxed, completely surrendering herself to the twos skilful caresses. She felt Elladan come closer, until she was pressed between the two of them. And she wasn't complaining. She felt their obvious desire for her, and through the blindfolds darkness, she could hear every breathe they took, every sigh of desire, every time their breathe caught at the discovery of another curve. She felt their hands move lower, one taking her shirt off, the other smoothing her hair over her shoulder, so he could rain kisses across the back of her neck and curve of her shoulder. The other twin ran his hands down her sides, until the rested upon her hips, before he lowered his head to kiss her.

"Elladan! That's not fair!" she heard Elrohirs outraged whisper, as Elladan smiled against her lips, before taking his lips momentarily away from hers.

"I'm the oldest, so I get to kiss her first."

"So! I'm the biggest!"

"So! I'm the…oh. That's not fair little brother."

She felt herself being turned around by gentle hands, only to be swept in to the passionate kiss of who she assumed this time was Elrohir. He stroked his tongue inside her mouth, savouring her taste. Elladan left a trail of fire down her shoulder, making her weak with desire, until she leant limply against the two, unable to move. She finally reached her hand around to hold Elladan's head to her, where his lips continued to tease where her neck met her shoulder. She shivered. She always had been sensitive right there. Her other hand reached behind Elrohir's head to bury itself in his hair. The two continued to ravish her with their lips, teeth and tongues, making her sigh and arch against each of them in turn, until she could stand the sweet torment no more.

"Stop," she gasped, barely able to catch her breathe, as she felt their hands continue to slide languorously over her body. She enjoyed their touch more than that of the most skilful lover she had ever known (besides, the twins were more fun than Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood any way)

"Why?" she heard the voice of one murmur in her ear.

"Because I can't breathe, your torturing me!" she barely managed to get the words out, and she felt Elladan smile against her shoulder.

"Good, we've never been known not to." She felt him say, seductively laving his tongue over the delicate edge of her ear. She gasped again.

"You two will take this blindfold off right now or I'll…"

"What?" they both asked simultaneously, liking where this was heading. She smiled wickedly. Three could play at this game! She cheekily rocked her hips against the hard desire of one, than back against the other. They both groaned at the pleasurable sensation the friction cause.

"Elladan, if that's what she's going to do, then by all means, leave the blind fold on!"

Galdrion dismounted, and stood on the edge of the tall forest. The harulths could not continue through the thick trees, they were too wide. They would have to continue their journey on foot. He was tired. They would rest of the forest of Lorien tonight, before journeying further. He turned to his wives. "Dismount, and prepare me something to eat, She Who Sees All. And send my newest wife, the one Formerly Known as Sahara, to me." he had had not the energy nor the desire to lay with any of his wives on the long journey, and after forty odd days of travelling, wished to slake his lust.

She Who Sees All dismounted, as did the others, and they went to gather firewood, whilst She Who Sees All began to prepare a meal for her husband. They would eat after their Lord had had his fill. Sahara stood back trembling. She had only been her Lords wife for a week before the journey, and had only been taken a handful of times, not enough to prevent the dread that still filled her at this Lords touch. She hesitated, enough so that she was thrown a look from She Whose Shadow Can't Be Seen, for any of the other wives would have been content to have been called to their Lord, for to have him lay with them meant that they would be warm at night, after he had his fill of their bodies. She reluctantly approached the shadowy alcove where Galdrion had had his tent erected. She hesitated again, wanting to spare herself of the pain and degradation she felt when he forced himself on her. She then hesitantly entered the tent, her eyes downcast.

Lorasar grinned wickedly down at Glorfindel.

"Confound it woman! Where are my clothes?" he demanded, looking around for her, having just hopped out of what was supposed to be a leisurely bath together, which had quickly turned into a mad inferno of passion, and then Lorasar stole his clothes and hid, leaving him naked in the public bathes of Imladris. This was not good news. That elleth seemed to have a profound interest in leaving him in compromising positions, and, truth be told, she was getting rather good at it. After the incident with the twins a few weeks earlier, she had turned her attentions entirely to him, and more than once he had found himself the root of one of her more elaborate schemes. Not that he didn't get his own back, for indeed, it had been him who had provoked this behaviour in her in the first place, having thrown a handful of leaves in her hair in the first place. He sighed, until he felt something drop on his head. He looked up to see Lorasar in the tree above him, an acorn in her hand, which she playfully threw at him. He quickly proceeded to climb the tree, until he had her firmly within his grasp, and climbed down from the tree, her struggling form in his arms.

There was no doubt about it, he thought to himself, trying to stay her playful struggles. Married life had definitely agreed with her. And if anything, kept him feeling young. (Despite their somewhat fiery, tempestuous relationship often resulted in one of them being left naked in a public place, namely, him). Yet, he thought, staying her struggles finally, and capturing her lips in a firm but amorous kiss, he wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n Sorry Legolas lovers, I love him too, but I just had to throw that comment in earlier! It was too good of an opportunity to miss! Now I toned this chapter down considerably, considering I've had a few problems with the 'M' rating, and the chapter I originally wrote turned out to be little more than soft pornography. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just FFN doesn't allow it teehee)So I had to take things down a bit. Sorry to disappoint you.

Now, next chapter things will get interesting (hopefully) as Haldir and Ardenia make an appearance) but we'll wait and see, as a certain author still hasn't thought of an ending. And thankyou Anck su naman for your suggestion about Erestor. I was going to get Sahara together with one of the characters, but Erestor didn't occur to me, until you mentioned it, and than I thought, how much more perfect could this be! So, we'll wait and see how long Galdrions treatment of his wives last without one of our favourite heroes drawing blood. Lol. Bets anyone on as to who will get to him first! (although at his stage, it looks like it might be Creccy! Lol loved the review)