"Stupid poncy prince…" "Spoiled brat…" "Messy bugger," Galion mumbled while picking up various undergarments and clothing from around the room. Behind shelves, under couches, even atop the four- poster bed, Legolas had managed to scatter clothes everywhere. "The ellon needs to learn a modicum of neatness," the old wood-elf grumbled. Finally he sighed and stopped, knowing that for the most part, it was his own fault. He'd spoiled the boy from the beginning, despite Thranduil's warnings.
Sure the prince was charming, sweet natured, and stunning warrior, but couldn't he manage at least to make the hamper when tossing his socks across he room? Galion held up a particularly rank pair from behind the hamper.
"Silly child, how can he stand the stench!?" Pinching his nose shut with one hand, he tossed them into his basket, wondering what exactly made the socks hold shape so well, and why they were green. Young Greenleaf didn't own a pair of green socks…
Pausing, Galion listened as he heard the door slam shut and lock click in the connecting sitting room. Male and female laughter rolled to him, as he recognized the prince's voice. There was another male and one female. Peeking through carefully, he was not shocked to see the Lorien March Warden, as the two were old friends, but the woman he could not place. He recognized her, but couldn't remember where…
"Faramir…is so uptight…" she was laughing. Faramir…Faramir…he recognized the name… "You'd think he had a stick up his ass, the way he take his job SOOOO seriously working for Aragorn now…" The woman giggled madly, as Galion realized just who she was, recalling her now from the wedding in Minas Tirith. She was Eowyn, shield maiden of Rohan, wife of Faramir, son of the Steward of Gondor…
What was she doing with these two troublemakers…?
A gentle breeze flowed through the open windows, disturbing the separating curtain. As it did so, Galion's nostrils were assailed by an all too familiar scent. Hobbit pipe-weed.
Great, he thought, these two are at it again!
Peeking back through, he spied Haldir lounging disgracefully on the couch. He was laughing horrendously as some imitation of Faramir and Aragorn Eowyn was performing, as he puffed away on a pipe that looked like one Mithrandir had made.
Legolas was laughing as well, being quite familiar with the two men. He walked dangerously close to the curtained doorway, and Galion backed-up a bit. He was relieved when the prince did not enter the bedroom. Galion looked back through when he heard the elf sit down on the couch beside Haldir. Legolas was wearing his pale green under tunic with the swirling dye job, and his cream colored under leggings.
Galion continued to watch as Eowyn took the pipe, taking a long experienced puff and blowing the smoke out slowly in little rings. She watched the two elves longingly as Haldir scooted closer to Legolas, taking the tip of the prince's ear in his mouth, sliding his tongue down the lobe. Though, Haldir was the one teasing his earlobe, Legolas' lustful gaze was on Eowyn. With his finger crooked, he beckoned her come to them both.
A little hesitant, she took another puff before she stood and stumbled to them. Haldir was now watching her as well, as he licked and nipped searing trails up and down Legolas' neck. The prince took the pipe from her, taking a long deep inhale of the mind-bending drug. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back against the couch so that he faced the ceiling, his long golden hair dangling over the side. Holding his breath for a moment, he allowed the affects of the hobbit-weed to infiltrate every part of his body. Slowly he exhaled through his nose, as golden and blue swirls danced behind his closed eyelids.
Quietly he whispered, "Eowyn, come sit on my lap…" He felt her straddle him, and he grabbed her hips, rocking her slowly against his growing need.
At this time Galion had fallen back, a bit disturbed, though not surprised, by the elves' actions. Sure they had brought many elleth's to these chambers and shared the female…but not a married woman to a powerful man!
Peering back through, he could not keep himself from watching the foolish actions of the three.
Haldir glided to the floor behind Eowyn, lifting the hem of her dress high enough to reveal the silk of her under shorts. Lifting it higher and higher, he planted kisses, tracing with his tongue, along the vertebrae of her back. From the front, Legolas had come back from semi-consciousness.
With his hands hidden deep beneath her gown, he gripped her hips, allowing one hand the slip up one leg of her silken-bloomers till he reached her nether lips. His eyes still locked with hers, he traced light patterns along the line of her lips till she groaned with need. She wiggled her hips a bit, silently begging him to dip further, but his hands joined with Haldir's kept her firmly in place.
"Not yet, our golden shield-maiden," murmured Haldir against her back, one hand sliding up to fondle a firm breast through her shift, tracing light circles over the nipple with his thumb till it was hard. Groaning in pleasure, she leaned slightly back against the silver elf. Legolas took the opportunity to remove completely her gown, so that she sat sandwiched between them in just her bloomers and shift. One hand on her backside, Legolas spread open her warm and moist sex, allowing his finger to stroke her pleasure nub as he pulled her forward for a kiss.
In a fit of lust, Haldir ripped her shorts halfway, lifting her hips slightly so that Legolas could rip them off the rest of the way. Returning his hand to the juncture at her thighs, the prince spread her lips so that her slicked core pressed against the pulsing bulge in his leggings.
"Ride him, Eowyn…pleasure yourself on him," Haldir moan against her backside, his tongue tracing along the clef of her rear. "Soak him with your sweet honey…" He stood and pressed his own hot arousal against her back, his chin pressed into the hair that spilled over her shoulder, as he watched Legolas' own reactions with hooded eyes.
"Yes," moaned Greenleaf. "We want to watch you come, on me..."
Eowyn didn't need to be told twice, as she began to rock slowly against Legolas' arousal. Haldir reached down and pulled up her shift so that Legolas had direct access to her pale globes, nipples erect and begging to be suckled as she rode him. The prince bent forth, taking one into his mouth, lightly raking his teeth over it, eliciting moans from her as she quickened her pace rubbing against him. With one hand grasping at Haldir's head, tangling in his hair, and the other gripping Legolas' shoulder, she cried out as she came, waves of pleasure rolling over her. Legolas shivered with need as he felt her soaking him, her warm moisture seeping through his leggings.
Haldir pulled her back against him, whispering for her to look at what she had done to Legolas' pants. Reaching down with two finger, he dipped inside her, coating his fingers. Bringing them to her mouth, he pressed one against her mouth and begged for her to taste herself. Watching her lick and suck Haldir's finger clean was more than the prince could take, as he leaned forward for their tongues to meet as her flavor mingled on their tongues.
Galion closed his eyes, shaking his head at the folly before him. Deciding that he did not want to watch, but that someone should stand guard incase the visiting Gondorian King or other man, LIKE HER HUSBAND, should come by looking for them, the butler made himself comfortable on the bed, a watchful eye on the door, as they only locked from the inside. He was sure that those two weren't likely to do it now…
He tried to block the moans and groans coming from the other room, but it was difficult. Surprising himself, he felt his own elfhood throb with arousal. Standing up, he went to Legolas' washstand and splashed cold water on it, but that didn't even help. Appalled by his reaction to the activities in the other room, he sat on the bed the rest of the time in absolute misery, listening to the continued activities in the other room…
The things he'd do for that boy! He berated himself for being so dutiful in protecting him...