Arwen: I never had a crush on either one of them...*acts affronted*
Glorfindel: then what is this...? *holds up a orange stuffed-toy balrog with the name Peaches 'n Cream stitched on the rearend...*
Arwen: *grabs it from him* shut-up...
Erestor: *snickers*
Arwen sat on the porch of the first homely house watching her brothers practicing sword fighting with Glorfindel. She was extremely jealous; she wanted to learn sword fighting, too...
Hmmph, she thought. She sat with her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands, staring longingly at the action. Okay, so maybe, it wasn't the sword fighting she was interested in...but the golden god in all his shining glory...Glorfindel...She sighed, and a stupid 'in-love-dreamy' look crossed her face as she watched him. Oh, she knew that he was involved with Erestor, her daddy's boring advisor, tutor elf...bleah. She shivered at the thought of him...
Oh yeah, she knew the twins LIKED him, but she couldn't figure out why...he was so old...and boring. But Glorfindel on the other hand...she sighed again. So lost in her thoughts, Arwen didn't notice when the twins and Glorfindel stopped, bowed to each other, and approached her.
"Arwhiny," Elrohir teased, trying to tickle her behind her ear. Irritated at the interuption of a most pleasant daydream, she swatted at his hand. Elladan snickered at her annoyed look.
"Elrodent, Elladead! Go away!" She tried to stand and turn away, but instead rammed straight into Glorfindel's legs..."ACK!" she yelped, as she tumbled backwards. Blushing, she gazed straight up into the beautiful elf's eyes as she supported herself on her hands. Mortified, she scrambled up and ran into the house.
Rushing past a confused Erestor, barely missing knocking him down, she flung herself into her room and on to her bed. Clinging to her orange stuffed toy balrog, Peaches n' Cream, Arwen proceeded to cry her eyes out.
"IT IS SO NOT FAIR!" she sobbed. She always ended up looking like fool in front of Glorfindel. She wanted to look so grown up in front of him, but NO, she always looked stupid.
She was so close to her majority, she berated herself, and yet here she cried like an elfling over a silly crush!
Suddenly, she stopped crying and grew very silent...there were voices outside her door. Male voices.
"Glorfindel," Erestor stopped him as he entered the house with the twins. Their intention had been to find Arwen, and see if she was okay. "Where are you going?" Glorfindel stopped to regard his lover, the twins pausing also.
Damn, he thought, Ress is wearing his sexy black robes today...
Erestor discretely flashed a gold tin at Glorfindel from inside his robes. Fin's eyes grew wide and excited. Ress had chocolate covered cherries, and Arwen could wait.
Glorfindel waved the twins away, telling them that they should go find their sister on their own.
With her ear pressed against the door, Arwen heard of the plan to retire to Ress' rooms with the unidentified treat. Damn them all, if she wasn't going to find out what was going on. Anything to see Glorfindel, she thought.
Slipping out of her room, she followed them as stealthily as possible.
The two older elves held hands as they walked down the hall, pausing occassionally for a heated kiss. The sight of them tangling tongues was a new experience for her, as she'd never actually known what it meant for the two to be 'involved.' All she knew, was that sometimes Fin stayed in Ress' rooms, and sometimes vice versa.
When they reached the room, Glorfindel pushed Erestor roughly against the door, locking their lips together once again before kicking the door open...Both elves tumbled in, still intwined, tearing at their clothes to remove them.
Lurking around the doorway, which the two had conviently forgotten to close, Arwen slipped in and hid behind the couch. Luckily for her, both were too busy with each other to notice her entrance. Erestor noticed the door still open, and half dragged, half walked over there while still attached to Fin and shut the door, locking it.
Fascinated by what she saw, Arwen stared at the ridged rods of both elves once they were completely naked. She'd only ever seen one other elfhood before and that was Lindir's...but playing Healer when she was 10 certainly didn't compare to this!
Both were stroking and touching and kissing every part of each other's bodies, and Arwen felt a new feeling in herself occuring. A warmth spread between her thighs, a sensation she'd never felt before...
Glofindel felt blindly around on the floor near him for the tin of chocolates, pulling away and panting for breath. When he finally found it, Arwen's eyes grew even wider, if it was possible, at what happened next.
Fin stood up, his erect elfhood pressing hard against his abdomen, Ress gripping it tightly around its base. With his other hand, he crushed one of the candies, dribbling the juice and bits of chocolate along Fin's pulsing shaft. Drawing his tongue along its length, he slowly licked the sweetness off, much to Arwen's delighted curiousity. She grew dizzy as she watched him apply more candy to the head and suck it whole into his mouth.
Unable to control herself, she moaned loudly as she watched them.
Her moan alerted them to her presence and both stared in horror at the couch...
"Who's there?" Glorfindel half moaned, half commanded, as Erestor's lips were still wrapped around him. "Show yourself," he commanded louder, more forcefully. At his tone, Arwen jumped up, and the two elves in shock fell backwards, Erestor choking around his elfhood.
"GET OUT, ARWEN!" Fin bellowed, and Arwen scrambled to the door, falling a few times along the way. After struggling a bit, she flung the door open and ran down the hall to her rooms, slamming all the doors behind her.
In the safety of her room, the conjuring erotic image of the stoic advisor and stunning slayer in such a position, Arwen felt the tingling senstation between her legs again. Glorfindel had been so sexy, standing there, his hands fisted in Erestor's hair, her tutor's lips lapping at the slayer's flesh. Lessons with the advisor would never be the same, and she felt a crush developing for the him in conjunction with her crush on Glorfindel. Oh, yes, things would definitely never be the same between them.
Curling up on her bed and closing her eyes, she prayed her father wouldn't find out...that they wouldn't tell on her.