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Erestor was standing by the library when Thranduil approached him muttering to himself and not noticing his friend for a moment. He walked past Erestor paused, glanced back at the elf grabbed his arms and started dragging him towards his chambers.
“Thranduil do you know how long I was waiting for you? Where were you? And why are you dragging me down the hall I can walk. Thranduil are you listening to me?”
“Come on!” He hissed dragging his friend into his room and shut the door behind him.
“What is going on?” Continue reading
“Are you sure about this son?” Nithron asked watching Erestor methodically take apart his chamber.
“Ada, I can’t stay here,” Erestor whispered. “He’s getting married and all on the council thought me to be his pet whore anyway.”
“Besides with you as an Advisor what does he need me for?”
“I like her, why did I have to like her? Why couldn’t she be some kind of bitch like the others?” Erestor asked his father.
It was raining and Erestor was bored. He kept casting glances at Thranduil who was sitting across from him remembering what they had done just a few days before. The feeling of Thranduil rocking above him had brought forth feelings he didn’t know he had.
They were both sitting in the Library and all he wanted to do was drag Thranduil back into his chambers for a repeat performance. Almost as if he was reading his mind Thranduil looked up at Erestor and smirked before returning to his book.
Blushing and feeling all kinds of embarrassed, Erestor fled to the shelves to compose himself. His erection throbbing painfully as all he could think about was his best friend, and how much better that would feel naked. Continue reading
Oropher watched as Erestor ate or more accurately didn’t eat. He kept slipping things into his lap as Thranduil devoured his food completely oblivious. Erestor would have lunch with them about every week since that fateful day and Oropher had finally begun to notice despite the large amounts of food on Erestor’s plate, more than Oropher could ever eat the child’s plate was empty by dessert.
He watched as Erestor slipped rolls and whole cuts of meat into his lap. Curious Oropher wondered how he never noticed this once Erestor stood. It would be quite the impressive stash. It also made him wonder seeing as it had been three months and he had yet to meet Erestor’s parents. Most parents would have tried to worm their way to Oropher by using their child to get to Thranduil.
Sadly, it was why Thranduil had few friends, for once the parents learned they would get nothing more than casual play groups with Oropher popping in for a brief greeting they stopped bringing their child to play with the prince. Erestor was the only child whose parent seemed to be avoiding him completely.
The child would vanish shortly after lunch and usually return few minutes later very pleased with himself. Continue reading
Erestor coughed himself awake and glanced at his father, whose gaze finally seemed vacant. He attempted to slip out of the bed.
“And where do you think you are going?”
“The bathroom ada, go to sleep.”
“I’m not tired.”
“I feel better…I”
“So I imagined that cough just now.” Erestor sighed but did not put up a struggle as he was carried into the bath. “Your fever has already broken. You will be fine in another day.”
“Yes, don’t give me that look.”
“We should give Thran back his room.”
“I’m fine, except ada snores.” Thranduil said popping his head into the room. “You know the storm stopped, but everything is really muddy.”
Oropher opened the door to Thranduil’s room and froze. The boys had finished weapons training and as usual retreated to Thranduil’s room until their afternoon lessons. And now he knew why, sprawled out on his stomach and half atop Thranduil was an asleep and clearly naked Erestor; he watched as the sheet they had been sharing was slid more off their bare chests and rode up Erestor’s naked leg as the younger elf shifted curling up more against Thranduil.
Oropher slammed the door and watched as Erestor was the first to stir. He sat up rubbing his eyes and looked towards Oropher. The king simply crossed his arms and glared.
“Thran,” Erestor whispered shaking the blond.
“It can’t be time yet, let me sleep,” Thranduil muttered.
“Thran!” Erestor hissed, “You did something.”
“He’s your ada, what did you do?”
” But its green,” Thranduil whined for the third time in as many minutes.
“You are prince of Greenwood of course its green,” the tailor pointed out.
“But its GREEN.”
“Thran shut up or we’ll never go play,” Erestor snapped and the prince stared at his friend.
“If I hear the word green out of your mouth one more time I will do violence against your person.”
“I’ll tell Ada,” Thranduil said. Continue reading