Under your lips, a lord of the rings fanfic

Translated from Portuguese to English -

Synopsis: Legolas and his best friend admit their desire for each other amid a kingdom celebration. Sensuality and voyeurism ensue amid indecent admissions. Glorfindel joins the party.

This story was not originally written in English, but translated from Portuguese online. So please forgive any mistakes!

And feel free to read Evalin as your name! And if you have any requests for scenes you want to read, feel free to do so! Happy reading!

Leaning lazily against a tree with a cup of wine dangling between his fingers, Legolas Greenleaf, Crown Prince of Greenwood, gazed at his best friend, Evalin Thorontuniel, with a smile.

Evalin stood in the middle of a crowd of dancing elves. She wore a sheer white dress with a diamond belt hanging from her hips. Her dark hair was loose in heavy hip-length waves, and only a single diamond on a silver band adorned her forehead, resting on top of it. The moon and stars illuminated her as if she were part of the heavens.

He took a sip of wine, thinking that everything he had gone through to get from patrol to there on time had been worth it. Eva was... in fact, Eva always was... mesmerizing. His heart always raced when he saw her, which was quite a feat, after all, Legolas was an archer. Archers know how to control their heart rate and shoot their arrows between heartbeats; they don't get anxious or nervous. They have an iron control over their own emotions. But Evalin... Evalin took all of that away from the elven prince.

Around the two of them, the ball was happening. Wine was being poured in abundance and a warm, sensual melody invited everyone to join in on the dance floor - but only one person was there. Evalin, dancing alone. A circle of all those elves had formed around her, who raised her arms, turned her body and moved her hips with the skill of the artist she was. The elf liked to attract attention - she loved the looks she received, she loved the expressions of admiration on the faces of everyone who watched her, without exception. Evalin was like a flower and all the elves in the hall followed her like a swarm of bees. Formidable. Beautiful. Magnificent.

Legolas was not much better off than the elves crowded around her. In fact, he was the first in line. Tensely getting rid of most of the weapons strapped to his body, weapons that could hurt her unintentionally, the prince pushed himself away from the tree and walked to the dance floor. All the elves made way, winking seductively at him. Including the Balrog slayer, Glorfindel. The other blond elf watched him with special hunger in his eyes, and shifted his blue eyes from Legolas to Evalin with a dirty smile.

Evalin saw Legolas as soon as he stepped onto the dance floor. In fact, it seemed like the elf had known about his arrival from the beginning. And indeed she did. Legolas pulled a chair to the edge of the circle formed by the elves and sat down, his eyes fixed on his friend. His sky blue eyes were wide and it was possible to see the prince's chest rising and falling more quickly than usual, as well as his hands trembling slightly as he pulled out the chair. Evalin was mesmerizing, indeed.

Without interrupting the choreography for a single moment, Evalin went to the prince with a smile adorning her red-painted lips and leaned her body towards him, resting her hands on the arm of the chair in a cornering manner.

- Little Prince - Evalin brought her lips closer to the sensitive tip of Legolas' ear

Legolas, trying to regain control of his own emotions without Eve noticing, replied:

- Amarth* - he smiled charmingly, trying to use all his archery skills to try to control his heartbeat.

- You came - Eva said in a whisper. Legolas felt her warm, sweet breath on his face and imagined what it would taste like if he tasted it from her mouth. He felt his breathing quicken even more just thinking about it, and once again tried to control himself.

"You asked me to come," he said, his voice husky. His fingers itched to touch her, to claim her. It took everything in him to hold still, but in the end he couldn't. His fingers snaked around Evalin's hips, squeezing the firm flesh and fiddling with the diamonds hanging there.

- For a prince, you are surprisingly good at doing what I say - Eva teased with a soft laugh, lightly brushing her lips against the prince's cheek and leaving a trail of red lipstick there. Legolas's long blond locks swayed gently

It was true.

Evalin's laughter was like music to his ears. Something he would give his entire kingdom to hear forever, give all his immortality for. He wouldn't tell her how he had to risk even more on patrol to make it to the ball in time; he wouldn't tell her how he had killed and killed and killed the giant spiders thinking that the more of them fell the safer Eva would be; he wouldn't tell her how he had rushed into the palace and hadn't even bothered to take off his patrol clothes, not being able to stand the distance for another minute; and he wouldn't tell her how he had been eager to do whatever she asked, eager to please, to care.

Evalin Thorontuniel could command the crown prince as she pleased. She just didn't know it. Yet.

- I can give you orders, if you wish - Legolas wrapped his fingers around the base of her neck, bringing her face closer.

The elves of Greenwood are much more sexually free than those of other elven kingdoms. For them, pleasure is a gift and modesty is a contraindication. Scandalous, immoral, dangerous and absurdly sexual - this is how foreigners referred to the elves of the greenwood. But these people only liked to exalt what was good for them, and they did not usually deny their pleasures: a good wine and a warm body.

The parties often led to something more. In fact, the Greenwood celebrations were famous throughout Middle-earth. Sensual scenes around bonfires among the trees were spread by word of mouth, with couples, or groups, having fun under the stars.

The current celebration was one of those. Moonlit entertainments, intended for casual court entertainment, to pass the time. There was no need for special days or reasons to celebrate, after all. Parties were parties and everyone liked to have fun. So no one was surprised by the scene that was unfolding in front of everyone between their crown prince and the daughter of the king's chief advisor. That was why they continued to watch, like a spectacle. Everyone sensed the tension between them and even longed to participate, to join them in that dance.

Legolas and Evalin were oblivious to everything and everyone, including what they were doing now: their lips almost brushing against each other and their breaths mingling were more involuntary acts than something done deliberately. It was instinct. They were simply reacting to each other. Their fingers and mouths seeking each other was completely and utterly instinctive. And no one in that hall knew exactly what was holding them back, what was preventing them from realizing over time what was clearly their desire. But Glorfindel felt that whatever it was was about to break, and he wanted to be there to enjoy it. And to participate, of course.

And he was right. It was at that moment that whatever was holding them back snapped. And it truly became a spectacle, designed to entertain themselves and the audience.

- Oh, my prince - shamelessly, Eva batted her eyelashes. She opened a provocative smile with her full lips - Do you want me on my knees? Like a good subject?

- Evalin - he says her name as a plea. Or maybe her name is a word he really likes to say. Or the one he likes to think the most

- Yes, little prince? - that damned nickname, which she had used since their childhood, snaked through her lips.

Legolas took a deep breath, his hand tightening on Evalin's neck.

- Kneel down

The audience gasped. And she obeyed. She pulled free of his grip and lowered herself right there between his thighs, in front of the entire court. But she did it slowly, like a show, as if it were part of the dance performance she had just done.

Legolas's body stiffened, and he spread his legs wider to accommodate her. The audience cheered in anticipation, their eyes shining. Glorfindel, who was obviously still present, watched everything with hungry attention. One hand of the Balrog slayer had already snaked into his own pants and was moving his fingers rhythmically up and down.

Sitting on her heels, Evalin ran her hands over Legolas' ankles, down his calves, and when she reached the top, she dug her nails into the prince's strong thighs, at the same time raising her body until she was on her knees, arching her body like a cat. Then she looked up, directly into his blue eyes.

- And so? What is your next order, my lord? - Eva arched an eyebrow and made a point of wrapping the word "my lord" on her tongue, pronouncing it with malice and provocation.

Legolas knew that the use of the title was just irony, after all, there was no formality between them. In fact, Legolas, crown prince and powerful warrior, did not even have the courage to try to order Eve around. He was more inclined to obey her - and with great satisfaction.

Then, without waiting for an answer, Evalin laid her face on Legolas' lap, dangerously close to his penis. The prince was already hard but this act left him completely sore, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

- I didn't know you were into Voyeurism - he placed a large hand on her head

- I found myself very interested in the subject all of a sudden. Quite a coincidence - Eva gave great emphasis to the large, winking at Legolas and then looking hungrily at the bulge in his pants. Oh dear. That would be completely delicious. You could clearly see how big he was. Thick. Perfect

- I'm not surprised. But yes, of course. Coincidence - Legolas dug his fingers into his friend's scalp, pulling lightly on her dark locks - Should I fuck your mouth for everyone here to see?

The lords and ladies gasped in agreement, longing for such a scene.

- It would be a delightful scene to see - Evalin tilted her head towards Legolas' hand and raised one of the hands that were resting on his thigh towards the waistband of his pants

"It would be, wouldn't it?" the prince murmured softly, but his voice seemed to bounce off the ballroom floor.

- And they are already tempted to join us

- Oh, we are indeed - a deep voice stood out from the audience that watched them and Glorfindel appeared with a corner of his mouth. Really, only the Balrog slayer would have the courage to interrupt the scene.

Evalin, her long dark hair cascading down her back to the base of her hips, remained kneeling between the prince's thighs and lifted her face slightly from Legolas' lap, then looked at the other blond elf in the hall.

- The answer is still no, Glorfindel - Evalin purred, referring to the numerous malicious invitations the Balrog slayer had made to her.

Honestly, the refusal was basically due to Glorfindel's bad timing... if he had asked a few years earlier, Evalin would have accepted with pleasure, indulged herself in his body and let him do the same to hers. He was certainly a feast for the eyes and would know how to please a woman in bed, it would be a delight to have him inside her. But the lord had invited her to his bed at the same time that Eva had discovered she was in love with Legolas and was desperate not knowing what to do, and she had been rejecting all his proposals since then. She had no interest in anyone other than her little prince. Her Legolas. Hers.

Evalin had never been particularly jealous and had been in a relationship with more than one partner at the same time, but she had discovered that she was very monogamous at the same time that she discovered that she loved Legolas. But... weren't they talking about having a relationship with Glorfindel... who knows... for fun...? Now that she had the prince, that the prince had her, and her head was on straight, they could both use third parties for their own pleasure. Together. Extra company only for sex. Hmmm.

- Think of what we can do together, my dear. The three of us - the Balrog slayer turned and winked at Legolas

- I am not given to sharing, Glorfindel - Legolas smiled a seductive smile, just to tease, and then slid his thumb between Evalin's lips.

Evalin wrapped her tongue around her finger and glanced at Glorfindel, provocative as she was, showing him what he could see but could not have. She sucked Legolas' finger masterfully and let out a moan so delicious that everyone in the hall took a step forward, tempted.

- You are cruel - Glorfindel placed a hand on his chest, loving the situation - But I will still convince you. A night between the three of us would be incredible

- She is mine - Legolas' tone exuded possession - But you can watch now, my dear Balrog slayer, as she moans my name like a prayer

- Or you could watch me while I moan yours, my prince - Glorfindel smiled, his teeth showing. That hand moving inside his pants did not stop for a single second, and Glorfindel actually hissed Legolas' name in a hoarse, drawn-out voice.

And Legolas smiled back. Bastard.

Evalin then placed her hand over the bulge in Legolas' pants and traced the entire length with her index finger, making the prince sigh slightly and contract his hands. She began to distribute soft kisses throughout the region and left a wet lick, feeling all the stiffness.

- Why, Glorfindel. He's mine. - Evalin glanced at him from under her lashes.

Eva then rose from the ground, her attention fully focused on the prince. Legolas massaged his enormous erection through the fabric of his pants, having taken his eyes off the Balrog slayer and fixed them on Evalin in a spellbound manner.

- I'll take care of it - and he sat on Legolas' lap, facing him and with his legs spread wide.

The prince stared at his friend, his lover, with eyes glazed with pleasure. His pupils were so dilated that the blue was almost lost. His heart was racing like the fastest of Mearas horses. Then he spread his hands on her waist and, without taking his eyes off her, pressed her soft body down onto his erection. They both moaned in sync. As did the elves around them, who felt like they were in an erotic play.

As he pressed Eva's hips against him, Legolas brought his face close to her neck and breathed in her vanilla and lemon scent, then licked her skin. He slid his tongue from the base of her neck to her earlobe, finishing with a bite on the sensitive tip. Delicious. Delicious. Eva was so delicious.

- Exhibitionist - she murmured, opening her legs wider to fit better on Legolas' member over his pants, watching hypnotized. Then she pulled and moved the skirts of her dress away from under her, so that her panties came into more direct contact with his penis. The white dress was only slightly translucent and covered both of their hips like a veil, giving only a slight hint of what was going on underneath. She was wet, so wet that it leaked through her panties and Legolas let out an even louder moan when he felt it.

- Me? - Legolas' heavy breathing slid across Evalin's skin and he distributed kisses all over her neck and chest. With shining eyes he looked at the audience, a smile adorning his lips. The audience reacted immediately: hands flew to breasts and hips, mouths went towards exposed necks and parted lips. The elves responded to the choreography that their prince, and his future princess, commanded.

- You - she pressed the palm of her hand on the lower part of Legolas' abdomen, right on that delicious V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants. Then she slipped her fingers under the prince's shirt, scratching the skin

- And you like the attention - he leaned his face towards Eva's breasts and took a hardened nipple in his mouth over the fabric of her dress, letting out a moan of complete satisfaction.

Evalin gasped, the thin fabric getting wet under Legolas's tongue and leaving her pink nipple visible. Resting one hand on the prince's shoulder and the other on his thigh, Evalin leaned her torso back slightly. And began to rub herself against Legolas, sliding her pussy back and forth on his rigid member. Then she threw her head back and let the audience see her face, see all her pleasure. And, of course, she winked at Glorfindel.

Legolas moved his hands from Evalin's waist to her hips, his thumbs caressing the area and guiding the elf's body in the movement on his lap. With more force. More friction. More speed. Their breathing condensed, their moans synchronized in a totally and completely erotic sound.

A searing heat began to build in Evalin's core, a powerful orgasm, and she threw her body forward, wrapping her arms around Legolas's neck. The prince's lips moved along her forehead, soft and warm, and then to her lips. It was not yet a kiss, their mouths were open against each other and Legolas lowered his lips to nibble and lick Evalin's chin.

Collective sighs of satisfaction could be heard around the two. Elves and more elves around copied their movements. Indeed, scandalous, immoral, dangerous and absurdly sexual.

- You are magnificent - Legolas whispered with his mouth glued to hers, and then kissed her. He wrapped his large fingers around her neck and forced his tongue into her soft mouth.

Evalin moaned helplessly. Deliciously. And she returned it with fervor, loving being under his lips. Battling with him for dominance in that desperate kiss; letting him dominate her completely and giving in; exploring with total pleasure. Only the Valar knew how much she had dreamed of that mouth. Of those eyes. Of those hands. Of that cock. Of that elf.

And it finally happened.

And when the orgasm came, when her mouth barely remained open, Legolas quickly turned her on his lap. He left her facing the audience, especially facing Glorfindel, with her back against his chest and her legs wide open by a firm hand on the inside of her thigh. Despite this, the skirt of the dress still covered most of her body, the translucent white fabric showing a shadow of what Legolas' fingers were about to do underneath all that cloth.

- I need to touch you. I need to - Legolas said it as a matter of life or death. Touching Evalin was a necessity. He would only survive if he had his hands on her. Inside her.

Evalin couldn't respond verbally, so she gave her consent by turning her face back and kissing him. Do whatever you want with me, she thought.

While the orgasm was still unfolding, Legolas quickly brought the elf's thighs together, slid the panties down Evalin's legs with slow movements and left them hanging on her left foot, then spread her thighs again. In a matter of seconds, there were two fingers inside her and one pressing on her clitoris.

She couldn't contain the scream that came out, louder than all the others. In fact, she didn't even try. She moaned Legolas' name as if he were her undoing. She chanted his name as if he were the only thing keeping her tied to the earth. She begged him like a prayer.

The prince moved his fingers in and out, the wet sound of these movements on Evalin's flesh was like an erotic melody that enveloped everyone in the hall.

- You moan my name like an expert, love - he licked her cheek and then buried his face in that silky hair, inhaling deeply the delicious scent

Well, that was Legolas Greenleaf's current situation...love.

- I'm the one who makes an archer's heart race - Eva gasped, biting her lip.

The assembled lords and ladies watched everything like hungry wolves. Desiring. Imagining. More and more elves could be seen with their hands snaking into each other's clothes, their mouths exploring their contours. The scene starring the heir and his future bride had triggered an orgy. There were indeed elves mounting each other, licking, touching. Alone. In pairs. In groups. Glorfindel was still there, his chest heaving and sweat dripping from his forehead; his pants hung loosely on his hips. The stars were shining brightly and gave a surreal air to the whole thing.

The prince pressed his palm firmly against Eva's clitoris and his fingers continued to work, thrusting with desire even as he heard Evalin's disoriented babble, even as he felt Evalin's pussy spasming against his fingers, even as he felt the cum dripping down his wrist.

And it was all so erotic. Explicit, but not completely. They didn't see Evalin's pussy or Legolas' fingers masturbating her, they only saw the shadows on the fabric of the dress hanging between her open legs. They didn't see the prince's cock going deep inside Evalin, slowly thrusting in all the way to the balls - just a simulation, where the counselor's daughter rode the heir to the throne while still dressed. But they saw her cum, they saw the two of them moaning like in a song without any shame. They heard the indecent words spoken. Absolutely sensual. Those two knew how to play with people's imaginations. And the lords and ladies clearly imagined everything they didn't see. With Legolas and Evalin now as a couple, the Greenwood parties would be even more famous and more...hot.

Glorfindel, from the edge of the audience, watched fascinated. He wanted to put his hands on Evalin's breasts, he wanted to slide his tongue over Legolas' abdomen, he wanted... He put his hand back in his pants and squeezed his cock.

The elven prince, noticing the Balrog slayer's gaze, raised a hand in greeting. He had removed his fingers from inside Evalin without a care in the world, and it was precisely that hand, wet with Evalin's pleasure, with the pleasure running down her wrist, that he raised. And he smiled. Then he pointed to a wine glass and gestured with his wet index finger for Glorfindel to come closer. Glorfindel obeyed, took the glass without looking away, and watched in great detail as Legolas offered him his hand, wet with pleasure. An invitation.

The lord's heart rumbled in anticipation.

- Are you going to feed me with your own hands? Like you would a little dog? - he asked, already handing the wine to Legolas' other hand and taking the hand he offered with fire in his eyes, looking extremely satisfied and... hungry.

- Isn't that what you are, Balrog slayer? - Legolas smiled charmingly - That's what it seemed like, at least. Watching us from the edge of the hall. A puppy craving a piece of meat it can't have - Legolas moved his fingers and more cum ran down - And so that you can't say I'm cruel, here I am offering you a... treat. Suck it

Glorfindel wasted no more time. Casting a piercing look at the prince and the elf sitting on his lap, the lord put two of Legolas' fingers in his mouth and sucked them. He wrapped his tongue around the fingers, licked them and feasted on the cum that had accumulated there. Then he moved on to the other fingers, moaning with satisfaction the whole time. Ah, Valar. Ah, Valar. Ah, Valar.

Evalin watched the scene with a smile, and smiled even wider when a guttural sound came from Legolas' throat. He took the wine cup from the prince's free hand and drank.

- Wine? - he offered.

- Yes - and then Legolas kissed her. Licked her lips. Savored the taste straight from her lips - Divine, my dear. As delicious as what Glorfindel is tasting now on my fingers, I am sure.

Legolas removed his fingers from the lord's mouth, who grunted in dissatisfaction at losing contact.

"Thank you for your help," Legolas said, his voice hoarse.

- Now I can't drink straight from the source?

- You can't. At least not now - said Evalin.

- That wasn't a refusal - Glorfindel couldn't help but smile.

"Indeed it was not," Legolas concluded, with a heavy-lidded look.

- Can't I have one more treat before I go?

- And what do you want?

- I tasted her on your fingers, your highness. Now I want to taste you on her fingers.

- Don't get your hopes up too high - Evalin batted her eyelashes - You're just here to help us

- Of course, my lady - he gave a brief, mocking bow - I'm sure that's all.

The music never stopped, but when, with a last glance at Evalin's mouth, Legolas carefully lifted her from his lap and stood up, the strings of the instruments trembled in anticipation. He lifted her by the waist and sat her in the chair in his place.

The prince then, giving Glorfindel a scathing look, took the panties hanging from Eva's foot and put them in his pocket, then knelt between her thighs. He spread her calves with his broad shoulders and exposed part of the elf's soft thighs. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on her wet pussy, inhaling deeply. Evalin trembled with the sensation of Legolas' hot breath down there.

- We'll see, lord. We'll see - Legolas smiled on his knees and gave a long lick along the entire length of Evalin's vagina, stopping at her clitoris. Evalin writhed, panting heavily - Now, be useful. My wife is hot. Cool her down

The audience was in a frenzy. There was now a third member in this magnificent erotic piece. The music was accompanied by so many distinct moans that the symphony became something else.

Legolas's command echoed deliciously in Glorfindel's head, and he found himself rushing to obey the prince. He stood behind Evalin and lifted her long hair, then bent down and pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. Eva hissed. Their skin was so hot that the contact was an incredible contrast.

Legolas turned his attention to the spot between Evalin's thighs and dipped his head there. The wet sounds of Legolas' tongue working there were a symphony along with the moans of the three.

Legolas, without taking his tongue out of Eva, reached up towards the cup she held. Evalin, trembling, handed him the wine. Legolas took it and held it out to the lord, Glorfindel reached out and took the cup.

- Use the wine - Legolas ordered - Lower the straps of her dress. That's it, just enough. Pour the wine on her shoulders, on the back of her neck, on her back. Refresh her, Glorfindel. And, of course, drink it

Glorfindel obeyed instinctively. He discovered that he loved to obey orders. And Legolas, as it happened, loved to give them. And Evalin, also as it happened, loved to be the target of those orders. He lightly poured the wine over Evalin's shoulders and neck and let it run down. Then he watched the drops of wine run down Evalin's skin, running indecently down the valley between her breasts and staining her beautiful white dress, sticking the fabric to her skin. The elf's nipples were hard and their shape could be clearly seen through the already transparent fabric stuck to them.

And that's where Glorfindel went. He leaned down and hovered with his mouth open in front of her right breast. He made a point of breathing there, letting his hot breath harden her sensitive nipple even more.

- For someone who didn't want me, your body reacts very well to me - he whispered, lightly touching his lips there.

Legolas, still between Evalin's legs, chuckled over her clitoris, his tongue moving only an inch away. Evalin trembled and in a spasm tried to close her legs, which was prevented by Legolas' broad shoulders. She moaned, helpless. A second later she felt a soft bite on her clitoris, and then that delicious tongue plunged deep inside her again. She gave such a sly and loud moan that Legolas gave another naughty chuckle.

Glorfindel, acting on top while Legolas acted below, grabbed her breast covered by her dress with desire and sucked, sucked and sucked. Then he moved his lips up, seeking all that spilled wine. He moved to the other breast, up her neck and down again until he reached her navel.

Evalin, drowning in so many sensations, raised her arms. With one hand she grabbed Legolas' head and pulled him even closer to her and Legolas, naughty as he was, lifted his face briefly to smile feline and then stuck his face in her pussy and rubbed it, satisfied. With her other hand Evalin grabbed Glorfindel's hair and he, with his tongue, licked all the way from her navel, through the valley between her breasts to the base of the elf's throat, sucking all the wine in the process.

She felt something swell inside her with the force of a thousand waves. It grew and grew, it grew so much that Evalin thought she might die of pleasure. Then it broke. With two beautiful and powerful elves revering her, Evalin came hard. Legolas did not stop sucking, licking and sucking for a second, drinking every drop of cum, feasting, his tongue working deftly. The prince was completely satisfied that Evalin had come while his face was in her, and when he pulled away, his face dirty with cum, he licked his own lips.

Legolas murmured against Evalin's skin, telling her how beautiful she was, how delicious and absolutely delicious. With obscene words he told her how as soon as he got up they would go to a room, where he would eat her in every possible position; he told her how he would bury his cock so deep in her pussy that she would be able to taste it on her tongue; he told her how he would leave her even more exhausted and with semen running down her thighs and also dripping from her mouth; that everything he did to her there in front of several elves would be nothing compared to what he would do between four walls.

In response, she gasped in delight.

Lying on the chair with her legs wide open, with two powerful elves, one kneeling between her thighs and the other leaning over her breasts, Evalin called out, breathless:

- Glorfindel

- Hmm? - the lord nibbled on the side of her breast. Legolas leaned down once more and licked the cum that was dripping down between her thighs.

- Clean Legolas - he ordered.

Legolas, from his kneeling position, still licking Evalin's pussy, raised his eyes slightly towards the Balrog slayer. The blue orbs shone with lust, but the prince gave no indication that he was going to pull out of Evalin's thighs.

The lords and ladies in the room felt themselves gasp. Oh, dear. That would be...that would be...sensual. Delicious. Quite a sight.

"My cum is smearing his face," Evalin continued, panting. She threw her head back as Legolas' tongue sucked on a sensitive spot. "Help him with this."

"It will be my pleasure," Glorfindel said hoarsely. He pulled his mouth away from Eve's breasts and looked at Legolas, his eyes darkening immediately. His pupils dilated so much that they covered the blue. "It will be my pleasure to have you beneath my lips."

- Wasn't the plan to taste myself on her body? - Legolas asked, ironically.

- She gave me an order, your highness. I am merely obeying - Glorfindel smiled, licking his lips - Besides, this order is directly linked to my other plan

- Which?

- My moaning your name

- For a reborn you follow orders very easily

- Don't pretend you're not happy that I'm going to follow this

- You overestimate yourself too much

- And you underestimate me

Glorfindel knelt beside Legolas. The prince turned his face away from Evalin's thighs and leveled his gaze with the lord's. However, he kept one hand still holding Eva's thighs open, his fingers happily massaging her soft flesh.

- I underestimate? - He tilted his head to the side, his blond hair sliding over his shoulders and smiled mischievously - If you say so

Glorfindel placed his knee on Legolas' knee and rested a hand on his thigh, right next to his extremely hard penis.

- Should I prove you wrong?

- Do your worst, Balrog slayer.

Please comment! I'd love to hear what you have to say! So, what do you think about a chapter where Glorfindel joins...more fully...Legolas and Evalin in bed? (Insert huge smile here). Remember, scene requests are welcome!