Late Night Snack
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
Contact: thesilentsenshihotmail.com; http:thesilentsenshi.livejournal.com
Pairings: Legolas/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Late Night Love Series interlude. Legolas unexpectedly returns to Imladris and Erestor after a years separation. Erestor goes to the kitchens for a snack, but gets more than he bargained for. Legolas is back, and hungers for more than just snacks. Temptations are flaring, and neither elf wishes to resist. 3rd story in the series.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad...
Notes: Thank you everyone who has been supporting/reviewing/reading this story so far. I hope it continues to meet with your approval. I wrote most of this while watching my dvd of Return of the King. I needed some inspiration as I had been at a loss. I'm so glad aff.net is back online. I'm going to start archiving the stories on other sites as well though in case something like that happens again. So I know it's taken awhile, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. Not sure when the sequel will be up. It's very up in the air at the moment. As before, any suggestions are welcome. Oh and the L/E series will be the LNL (Late Night Love) series. So original, eh. XD And to think it all started with a simple pwp. XD Funny how things work out.
Other Stories in the LNL Series:
Late Night Library Tryst
Late Night Love: Heart's Desire
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Part I: Reunion (Erestor)
Erestor sat in bed staring up into the ceiling. His mind drifted far off to a certain blonde prince of Mirkwood.
He wondered where the prince was now. He hadn't seen him in a year, receiving the occasional letter explaining why he couldn't come. Erestor sighed sadly. He was beginning to doubt. He didn't doubt the prince had cared for him a year ago, but perhaps, after returning home he had changed his mind. The prince was still young for an elf, and uncommonly fair. There were many that wished to, and indeed many that had, sought a place if not in the prince's heart, then at least in his bed.
Erestor knew he had no claim upon the prince yet. Two nights together did not really constitute a solid relationship. Yet, the prince had given his word that he would return, and Erestor had believed him.
A year, for an elf was a relatively short amount of time… yet for Erestor the seasons had seemed to crawl by slowly. Spring had passed through fall and winter. It was already spring once again, and he had not heard from the prince in over a month. Erestor told himself it was foolish to worry. What would be would be. He could not control the fates, nor did he wish to. Yet, a small part of his heart wished that the prince would come. He would wait years if need be, though he longed for a sooner reunion.
Whatever had kept the prince from his side, was of importance. Erestor knew entering a relationship with a prince would mean long separations. Legolas had duties in Mirkwood, and Erestor had duties in Imladris. It was inevitable. Yet, they had spent such a short time together before the prince had left that Erestor found himself doubting. What if Legolas had found someone new? A younger elf who was as energetic as the prince.
Erestor sighed and his hand went to his throat where the chain and stone Legolas had gifted him lay. He grasped it desperately to his chest. He went nowhere without the smooth blue stone. He often wore it inside his robes, yet lately he had taken to wearing it outside. Many had asked where he had gotten it, and Erestor would simply smile and rub it thoughtfully. It was his and he knew it's value. He did not need to flaunt it. And, he had no wish to flaunt his relationship with Legolas. Not yet anyway. He would say nothing until Legolas returned. He was too uncertain as to their status.
With a sigh Erestor sat up, quickly drawing on a nearby robe. He halted before the window and gazed up at the full moon shining above. 'Was Legolas gazing at the same moon that he was? Was Legolas thinking, longing for him as he was?'
Forcefully breaking the gaze, Erestor swept from the room and slowly made his way along the silent halls of the Last Homely House. He soon arrived in the kitchens. He rummaged around through the cupboards and pantries for something to snack on. He found he had been doing this a lot lately when he couldn't sleep. Sneaking off to eat whatever he could find. Fruits and bread mostly. He was disgusted with himself. His nerves were on edge lately. He wasn't getting much sleep, his dreams haunted by Legolas.
He took a bowl of strawberries and a couple of apples and sat down at one of the wooden tables set out for the servants to eat from. He began to munch absently on the snacks, his mind elsewhere.
He was so distracted by his thoughts that he did not hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching, nor was he aware of the shadowy figure that came up behind him, not until a pair of strong arms snuck around to embrace him. Erestor shot up in surprise, nearly upending the table. He looked down at the arms encircling his torso, clad in a richly embroidered green traveling tunic.
Not daring to breathe he slowly began to turn around, but the arms would not let go. Instead they tightened, gathering Erestor close to the stranger's chest. Erestor's heart was beating rapidly, his body tense. He was not afraid, for only an elf could have snuck up on him, but he was very unnerved. Who would dare assault him, Elrond's chief advisor? At first Erestor thought it had to be one of the twins playing a joke on him, but when the arms failed to let go after several moments, Erestor got curious as to who his mystery attacker was. It was well past midnight, so most of the house was asleep. He suddenly felt warm breath against his sensitive ear and shivered in response. A very familiar voice spoke.
"I'm back." Erestor's face lit up in exuberant surprise. He again attempted to turn, and this time the arms loosened just enough to let him turn to face his 'attacker'.
"Legolas! You've returned!" Erestor joyfully renewed the embrace, hugging a laughing Legolas tightly. "I've missed you so!"
"As have I, Erestor." Legolas whispered, returning the hug in full, "As have I."
t.b.c…
Notes: Aiya, this was going to be a oneshot pwp interlude, but since I added quite a bit of plot to it after all, I figured I'd post it in two parts, so I can safely post (the first part of it) at ff.net as well. Hopefully the next (and final smutty part) will be up tomorrow or very very soon. I know Min would like that. Plus I'm really tired but want to get this posted. Don't want to keep my readers waiting. XD I figure bit of it sooner is better than getting all of it later, eh? X3
Feedback=food for the soul
Author: Stephie P. a.k.a thesilentsenshi/kirameki
Contact: thesilentsenshihotmail.com; http:thesilentsenshi.livejournal.com
Pairings: Legolas/Erestor
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Late Night Love Series interlude. Legolas unexpectedly returns to Imladris and Erestor after a years separation. Erestor goes to the kitchens for a snack, but gets more than he bargained for. Legolas is back, and hungers for more than just snacks. Temptations are flaring, and neither elf wishes to resist. 3rd story in the series.
Disclaimer: The lovely elves don't belong to me, though I wish they did.
Warnings: None really. Unless you consider slash bad...
Notes: Thank you everyone who has been supporting/reviewing/reading this story so far. I hope it continues to meet with your approval. I wrote most of this while watching my dvd of Return of the King. I needed some inspiration as I had been at a loss. I'm so glad aff.net is back online. I'm going to start archiving the stories on other sites as well though in case something like that happens again. So I know it's taken awhile, but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. Not sure when the sequel will be up. It's very up in the air at the moment. As before, any suggestions are welcome. Oh and the L/E series will be the LNL (Late Night Love) series. So original, eh. XD And to think it all started with a simple pwp. XD Funny how things work out.
Other Stories in the LNL Series:
Late Night Library Tryst
Late Night Love: Heart's Desire
--------------------
Part I: Reunion (Erestor)
Erestor sat in bed staring up into the ceiling. His mind drifted far off to a certain blonde prince of Mirkwood.
He wondered where the prince was now. He hadn't seen him in a year, receiving the occasional letter explaining why he couldn't come. Erestor sighed sadly. He was beginning to doubt. He didn't doubt the prince had cared for him a year ago, but perhaps, after returning home he had changed his mind. The prince was still young for an elf, and uncommonly fair. There were many that wished to, and indeed many that had, sought a place if not in the prince's heart, then at least in his bed.
Erestor knew he had no claim upon the prince yet. Two nights together did not really constitute a solid relationship. Yet, the prince had given his word that he would return, and Erestor had believed him.
A year, for an elf was a relatively short amount of time… yet for Erestor the seasons had seemed to crawl by slowly. Spring had passed through fall and winter. It was already spring once again, and he had not heard from the prince in over a month. Erestor told himself it was foolish to worry. What would be would be. He could not control the fates, nor did he wish to. Yet, a small part of his heart wished that the prince would come. He would wait years if need be, though he longed for a sooner reunion.
Whatever had kept the prince from his side, was of importance. Erestor knew entering a relationship with a prince would mean long separations. Legolas had duties in Mirkwood, and Erestor had duties in Imladris. It was inevitable. Yet, they had spent such a short time together before the prince had left that Erestor found himself doubting. What if Legolas had found someone new? A younger elf who was as energetic as the prince.
Erestor sighed and his hand went to his throat where the chain and stone Legolas had gifted him lay. He grasped it desperately to his chest. He went nowhere without the smooth blue stone. He often wore it inside his robes, yet lately he had taken to wearing it outside. Many had asked where he had gotten it, and Erestor would simply smile and rub it thoughtfully. It was his and he knew it's value. He did not need to flaunt it. And, he had no wish to flaunt his relationship with Legolas. Not yet anyway. He would say nothing until Legolas returned. He was too uncertain as to their status.
With a sigh Erestor sat up, quickly drawing on a nearby robe. He halted before the window and gazed up at the full moon shining above. 'Was Legolas gazing at the same moon that he was? Was Legolas thinking, longing for him as he was?'
Forcefully breaking the gaze, Erestor swept from the room and slowly made his way along the silent halls of the Last Homely House. He soon arrived in the kitchens. He rummaged around through the cupboards and pantries for something to snack on. He found he had been doing this a lot lately when he couldn't sleep. Sneaking off to eat whatever he could find. Fruits and bread mostly. He was disgusted with himself. His nerves were on edge lately. He wasn't getting much sleep, his dreams haunted by Legolas.
He took a bowl of strawberries and a couple of apples and sat down at one of the wooden tables set out for the servants to eat from. He began to munch absently on the snacks, his mind elsewhere.
He was so distracted by his thoughts that he did not hear the soft sound of footsteps approaching, nor was he aware of the shadowy figure that came up behind him, not until a pair of strong arms snuck around to embrace him. Erestor shot up in surprise, nearly upending the table. He looked down at the arms encircling his torso, clad in a richly embroidered green traveling tunic.
Not daring to breathe he slowly began to turn around, but the arms would not let go. Instead they tightened, gathering Erestor close to the stranger's chest. Erestor's heart was beating rapidly, his body tense. He was not afraid, for only an elf could have snuck up on him, but he was very unnerved. Who would dare assault him, Elrond's chief advisor? At first Erestor thought it had to be one of the twins playing a joke on him, but when the arms failed to let go after several moments, Erestor got curious as to who his mystery attacker was. It was well past midnight, so most of the house was asleep. He suddenly felt warm breath against his sensitive ear and shivered in response. A very familiar voice spoke.
"I'm back." Erestor's face lit up in exuberant surprise. He again attempted to turn, and this time the arms loosened just enough to let him turn to face his 'attacker'.
"Legolas! You've returned!" Erestor joyfully renewed the embrace, hugging a laughing Legolas tightly. "I've missed you so!"
"As have I, Erestor." Legolas whispered, returning the hug in full, "As have I."
t.b.c…
Notes: Aiya, this was going to be a oneshot pwp interlude, but since I added quite a bit of plot to it after all, I figured I'd post it in two parts, so I can safely post (the first part of it) at ff.net as well. Hopefully the next (and final smutty part) will be up tomorrow or very very soon. I know Min would like that. Plus I'm really tired but want to get this posted. Don't want to keep my readers waiting. XD I figure bit of it sooner is better than getting all of it later, eh? X3
Feedback=food for the soul