Erestor prowled the halls of Imladris, sleepless and aggitated. In fact, sleep had not come easily the past few nights,
and he'd taken to walking to calm himself a bit. He'd explored the Gardens, light with beautiful moonlight last night,
but this evenings walk was steering him towards Elladan's rooms. Erestor bit his bottom lip, lost in thought.

The prince had occupied most of his thoughts as of late and Erestor was at a loss as to what to do about it, and  afraid
of what it meant for the both of them. As the son of his Lord, Elladan was clearly out of bounds to someone like Erestor,
yet the prince occupied his mind more then ever.

Upon reaching Elladan's door, Erestor saw that it was slightly ajar. Without thinking, he opened it all the way  and
slipped silently in to observe the sleeping prince. Bathed in moonlight, Elladan was even more lovely, if possible, then
when he was waking. His strong yet refined features begged touching. His dark hair spilled out invitingly around him. Truly
a vision. And like his Father and Brother he was intelligent, noble and kind. Elladan had been among the first to make
friends with Erestor upon his arrival at Imladris. Erestor enjoyed the company, and Elladan enjoyed having someone else to
go to for advice. Erestor smiled down at the prince. Yes, Elladan had indeed always proven to be a joy in his life. He was
a competant and willing assistant no matter what the task it seemed. When the work was done, he and Elladan enjoyed
Chess matches,

Erestor smiled down, and As if guided by some unseen hand, Erestor reached out to touch a lock of smooth hair. Smoothing a bit back, ever so gently
from Elladan's forehead, Erestor slowly eased himself onto the side of the bed and continued admiring the sleeping half-elf.
Lost in his own thoughts, he did not notice Elladan smirk, and open his eyes. What beauty and innocence. He could feel the
same read hot protectiveness for the child as Elrond did, but it was of a different sort. Even more feirce. Posessive. He
simply found he didn't want to share Elladan with anyone.

But the prince was natually besieged with suitors of both genders. What interest could he possibly find in a old, boring
advisor? How could he capture the prince's attention and keep it? What woould it take to win such a creature? Erestor
almost wanted to shake the other awake and demand answers to all his questions. He couldn't go on like this. Something
needed to be done, and soon, and damn the consequences, just this once.

"You can touch me you know. I won't break, Erestor." Elladan murmured, placing his hand gently on top of Erestor's.

"I. My Prince. I apologize... I..."

Everything in Erestor screamed at him to get up, to run. It was the right thing to do, no matter how he felt. But somehow,
looking down into those deep brown eyes, he could not. Sometihng there pleaded with him to stay. Communicated such longing
and need and desire, it would have been cruel to turn away. Still, he fought with the urge to flee as he should.

Elladan smiled again, and brushed Erestor's knuckles with a light kiss. "It's fine, Erestor. I am lonely, and it would
seem you are as well." Elladan sat up, and gently pulled a stuned Erestor down for a kiss.

Dizzying, warm, and intensely sweet, Erestor was swept up in Elladan's patient and gentle kiss. When they parted, he
nuzzled behind Elladan's ear and whispered "I've wanted you for a long time, my prince."

Elladan pulled away slightly and smiled.

"As I have wanted you for a long time, my love." he replied, pulling Erestor back down for another kiss.

Things quickly heated between them, and Elladan became more demanding, pulling Erestor fully on top of him and thrusting
into the welcomed hardness nestled between his thighs. Erestor ran his hands over Elladan's cheeks, neck, shoulder and
chest, enjoying his worship of the younger elf, and the pleasure it obviously gave him. He loved how wanton and responsive
Elladan was beneath him. Completely giving and open with himself, and Erestor loved it. If he could, he would coax
these reactions out of the prince every night.

Elladan reveled in the new sensations. Lust, deep, hot and heavy coiled in his belly and nether regions. He'd never
wanted anything as badly before in his young life. Yes, he was lucky to share this with Erestor, who was so very dear
to him. He craved it. He needed it, but was afraid it would kill him in the process. It was if something in him had
been missing, and he hadn't even known it until now. With Erestor, here, in this moment, it all seemed to click and
fall into place for him. It was meant to be.

Elladan moved to exploring Erestor's neck. "How did I do without you? Why do you affect me so?" he asked, nipping
and licking at the sweet heated flesh.

Erestor gasped. "I could ask the same of you, sweetling, but it seems those are questions best suited for another time
and place. I don't care how or why, I just care that you DO."

"Clothes. Too many!" Elladan breathed, tugging at Erestor's breeches. Complying with the request, Erestor hastened out
of the breeches and Elladan likewise, before Erestor resumed his former place atop his price. Both hissed at the skin
on skin contact, sensations coursed through them like lightning. Elladan moaned beneath him, and arched his hips up
into Erestors. With a growl, Erestor thrust back, and so began a frantic game of seeking the release they both needed.

When Erestor reached down to explore Elladan's taught backside, the younger elf bit Erestor's neck to muffle his scream
as he found release. Reaching up, he returned the favor, and his hands found Erestor's backside, gripping and massaging
and teasing firmly, helping to thrust harder and harder against him. Claiming Elladan's lips in a gentle kiss, Erestor
finally found the release he'd needed, and collapsed against his love.

With a smile, and a nip to his ear, Elladan smiled.

"You should get insomnia more often, my love." 

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