Eomer stood in the middle of his unfamiliar surroundings with his helm tucked under his arm. His blond hair was disheveled and hung in his brown eyes. He turned his head this way and that, trying to acclimate himself to being in Théoden's rooms. Sometime during the feasting, the women came and cleared out the last of his uncle's belongings, leaving behind only the furniture and the wall hangings. Eomer's things replaced Théoden's, giving the newly crowned king an overwhelming sense of the surreal. His head ached from too much food and rich wine and songs of deeds still fresh in his memory. Soft tapping at his door brought him back to the present and he snarled.
A dark haired creature stuck his head inside the door and observed Eomer silently. The gray eyes, reminiscent of a gathering storm, calmly regarded Eomer. A second, identical face appeared next to the first. The elves came with their father, Lord Elrond, to lay King Théoden to rest.
"We have come to help you undress, Lord Eomer."
Eomer's eyes grew round and he took an involuntary step backwards, nearly tripping over a backless chair. Instead of falling, he sat abruptly. "That is unnecessary."
"We have observed," said one, "that men's armor is not designed to be removed without aid. Since you have no attendants, we thought to volunteer."
Eomer stared from one set of gray eyes to the other. The Rohirrim had little dealings with elves and the sudden appearance of Elrond's sons in his room unnerved him. That the highborn princes would stoop to wait upon him left him speechless. "I will call someone."
"Why? We are here and can as easily perform the task as another." One of them stood before Eomer while the other moved behind him. Hands landed on his shoulders and quick fingers worked at the buckles, while before him, another stooped and worked at the straps of his grieves.
Eomer thought to get up, but surrounded as he was, he found himself unable to move as the elves easily removed his armor and laid it aside until he wore only his tunic and breeches. The one sitting at his feet began working on his bootlaces while the other slipped beyond the door. Eomer found it vaguely erotic to look down and see the ebony colored locks fanning over his knees and he forced his mind to other thoughts lest he embarrass himself. The boots were tugged from his feet just as the door opened and the elf returned followed by a host of men carrying a deep, bronze tub and buckets of steaming water. Women came in last bearing towels and soaps.
Remaining seated and somewhat dazed, Eomer watched as the elves directed the filling of his bath and the placing of towels. The servants departed as quietly as they had come, leaving Eomer and the sons of Elrond alone once again. Steam rose from the tub and the scent of soap mingled with the smell of armor and the slightly more exotic scent of the elves.
Elrond's sons moved to stand on either side of him, and taking him by his arms, pulled him to his feet. Once more, Eomer protested. "Nay, my lords, I am capable of removing my own tunic and leggings and washing my own body."
One looked over Eomer's head and said something in his native tongue that sent ripples down his spine. The second one smiled and Eomer thought it wolfish. "We consider it our pleasure, King Eomer."
Their nimble hands went to work on his clothing until inch-by-inch, Eomer was exposed. First, they unlaced his tunic, peeled it away from his broad shoulders and revealed his hairy chest. As the cool air struck his skin, Eomer's nipples puckered. The belt holding his leggings snuggly to his waist jingled and clanked as it hit the floor and the laces of his leggings hissed as they were pulled from their eyelets. Warm hands skimmed his hips and buttocks, pushing the leggings away from his body and Eomer shivered and tried to focus on the sad occasion of his uncle's burial to keep his manhood at bay. He was led to the bath and he put first one foot and then the other into the steaming water.
Warmth spread over him as he settled down into the water. He closed his eyes and laid his head back against the rim. Moments later, hands caressed his shoulders, kneading the muscles along his nape and collarbones. Water sluiced over his chest and Eomer cracked open one eye. One of the twins had taken off his tunic and bent over the tub with his arms in hot water up to his elbows. Turning his head slightly, Eomer saw that the other elf, too, had removed his tunic. He hunched down in the water and concentrated on the state affairs that would need his attention during the coming months.
He thought of all the fine horseflesh that had been lost in the war against Sauron. This brought images of sweating, quivering stallions mounting eager, trembling mares. Eomer grunted and cleared his throat as he wiped his mind clean of the erotic images and thought, instead of his sister, Eowyn. THAT brought to mind images of a certain Ithilien Prince. Squeezing his eyes closed, he thought about the crops that would need replanting and instantly wished he hadn't as his imagination conjured pictures of strong arms and backs, slicked with sweat, browning in the hot sun.
Hands that somehow were soft and hard at the same time stoked over his bare chest, lathering the fine hairs with scented soap. They moved downwards, rubbing the lather into the sides of his ribs and stomach.
"Keep your eyes closed, my lord," said a voice in his ear and Eomer jerked guiltily.
Water instantly poured over his head and dripped from his nose and the ends of his long hair. He blinked his eyes open and stared through a fine mist as hands began lathering soap into his scalp. Meanwhile, the twin bathing him moved his soapy hands over Eomer's thighs, over his knees, and his calves to his feet. Just when Eomer was relaxing and learning to enjoy the experience, a palm cradled his over-eager manhood and Eomer nearly launched himself from the tub.
Strong hands gripped his shoulders and held him still. "You will get soap in your eyes."
Eomer wanted to tell the elf that soap was the least of his concerns, but before he could say anything, the elf bathing him chimed in. "You are too tense, my lord. You should relax."
Eomer just stared at the elf as he clutched the edges of the tub in a death grip while his semi-erect cock bounced contentedly in the water. The elf washing his hair said something about rinsing and Eomer instinctively closed his eyes. As the warm water streamed over his hair and shoulders, his cock was again palmed and Eomer gasped as he was squeezed.
"It is thick and unruly."
Eomer opened his eyes and stared at the elf in front of him. "Pardon?"
"Your hair," said the one behind him, "is thick and unruly." He began working a comb through Eomer's wet hair.
His head was pulled back as the elf dealt with a particularly difficult knot. Eomer started to relax again. He chided himself for having an over-active imagination. Only, he realized he did not imagine the fingertips drawing lazy circles on his balls. Nor did he imagine that his cock was growing stiffer and stiffer. "The elves have unusual ideas about bathing," he said conversationally.
"We think men have strange ideas about bathing."
Eomer opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of the one wielding the comb. "How so?"
"You fill a tub with water and then close and lock the doors, as if afraid someone might see you unclothed."
"How do elves normally bathe?"
"We have pools that are designed specifically for bathing and many will bathe at the same time."
Eomer tilted his head and stared at the hand caressing him. "You would think that the elves would have over run Middle Earth by now."
The thumb flickered over his cock. "Should I stop?"
Eomer opened his mouth to say yes, but the strangest thing happened. His mind said to stop but his tongue said, "No, I rather like it."
Suddenly a towel obscured his vision and the elf behind him vigorously rubbed his hair to dry it. "Are you ready?"
Eomer wasn't certain about being blinded while being asked if he was ready. Saying yes could invite anything. Instead, he rose slowly to his feet.
Hands clasped his and helped him out of the water while a towel was draped about his hips. The cool air softened his cock, but the desire remained unabated.
"You have gotten us all wet with your splashing," the towel came lose from Eomer's head just in time to witness the elf who'd bathed him strip off his wet leggings. His eyes drifted to the long, slender cock jutting from between the elf's thighs. Curiosity caused him to gaze unabashedly at the elf, for he was built in the manner of men, but there remained strong differences. The hair at the base of his cock was inky black; not thick and curly but rather fine and thin. His legs were nearly hairless and his chest was as smooth as a woman's was. His shoulders were not broad, but still heavily muscled and left Eomer no doubt of their strength.
Eomer glanced over his shoulder to the elf behind him. "I cannot tell you apart," he admitted at last.
Perched on the edge of the tub, the elf who had washed Eomer's hair was stripping off his boots and paused. "I am Elladan."
A warm mouth touched his cock and Eomer drew a sharp, surprised breath.
"That is Elrohir," said Elladan with a chuckle in his voice. "He is ever curious."
Elrohir let Eomer's thick cock slip out of his mouth and licked his lips appreciatively. "I have never tasted a man before."
"How does he taste?" Elladan's leggings were unlaced, and rode low around his narrow hips, and his cock thrust forward jauntily as he stepped around Eomer to stare down at his twin.
"Spicy. Tangy."
Elladan knelt down in front of Eomer and before the king new what to think or do, the elf's pink tongue darted from between his lips and swiped at the thick member. "mmm…You taste good, my lord."
"I feel like the main course at a banquet," said Eomer wryly.
Elrohir rose gracefully to his feet and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Would you like to have desert?"
Eomer felt his groin tighten. "Are you desert?"
For an answer, Elrohir backed to the bed and lay down with his legs spread wide. His engorged cock lay on his flat belly. Seductively, he drew his legs up until his knees rested on either side of his chest and his small nether hole was exposed.
A hand lazily stroked his hard cock and Eomer realized it was not his hand. He gave Elladan a puzzled, confused glance. Surely, he thought wildly, the elves did not mean that he should have them both? His cock twitched in Elladan's hand as if excited by the prospect.
Eomer walked forward and placed one knee on the
edge of the bed. He stared down at the perfect body sprawled atop his covers
and wondered where to start. Hands roamed over his body as Elladan caressed
him, stroking over his nipples and pinching them until the puckered, then
moving lower and circling his navel before grasping his aching member. He
felt Elladan's cock pressed against his inner thigh and wondered how it would
feel to have one elf writhing below him and another writhing atop him.
Reaching down his hand, he traced the dark pink sac between Elrohir's thighs
and then trailed his finger up the underside of the elf's cock. The member
jumped and bounced at his touch and clear fluid leaked from the tip. Leaning
down, he captured the elf with his mouth and sucked him to the back of his
throat. Hands clutched his hair and held him closer as Elrohir wriggled and
purred.
With one hand, he reached down and touched the puckered opening and the muscles contracted at his touch. He squirmed his finger past the barrier ring and pushed it deeply into the pulsing channel. He delighted in the little cries and gasps coming from Elrohir's throat and quickly inserted a second finger, stretching the opening wider and aiming for the elf's pleasure nub.
Hot breath fanned his backside and Eomer shifted his stance as Elladan's hands caress his cheeks. Feather light kisses followed by sharp little nips made the cheek muscles twitch. Lips touched his secret opening and hesitated and Eomer encouraged Elladan by wriggled his hips and was rewarded when a tongue darted quickly into his hole.
He released Elrohir's cock and kissed one inner thigh before moving his head lower and using his tongue to stroke the tight hole engulfing his fingers. Meanwhile, Elladan established a pace with his tongue, plunging it in and out of Eomer that left the man quite breathless.
Lifting his head at last, Eomer wiped the back of his hand over his lips and drew a shaky breath. "I do not think I can wait any longer."
Elladan smiled wickedly. "Then take me, my lord."
Eomer positioned the head of his cock at the small opening and pushed gently. He felt the muscles tighten reflexively and heard Elrohir hiss between his clenched teeth. The tight heat enveloped him as the inner muscles pulled him deeper and held him. Something nudged at his own entrance and he stiffened as Elladan's cock sought penetration. He forced himself to relax and accept the invasion. As he pushed forward, so did Elladan so that the elf literally drove Eomer into Elrohir. The king groaned softly as he locked hands with Elrohir and nuzzled his long neck.
His hips began moving of their own, finding a comfortable rhythm that Elladan matched. Each time Eomer thrust into Elrohir, Elladan pulled out and then sank back in again as Eomer pulled from Elrohir. Skin slapped against skin and each thrust was met with soft groans. When Eomer grazed the now sensitive nub inside Elrohir, the elf called out loudly and arched his hips, spurring Eomer to move faster.
Hand clutched his hips, helping him keep pace as he slammed in and out of Elrohir. Each thrust sent shock waves through his body as Elrohir clenched his muscles and cried out. Then stars exploded behind Eomer's tightly closed eyes as Elladan stroked over his prostate. His hips hitched and hot cum spurted inside Elrohir as the king lost control. Moments later, Elrohir spilled himself between he and Eomer as Elladan continued to thrust harshly, scooting Eomer harder against Elrohir. Moments later, he, too, spilled himself, and collapsed atop Eomer and Elladan.
After a little while, Elladan moved so that he lay on the bed rather than on Eomer and Eomer moved so that he lay between the twins.
He stared up at the canopy above the bed and smiled wickedly. "'Twas a feast fit for a king."
Elladan and Elrohir both sat up and propped their heads on their open palms. "That, my lord, was just the first course."
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