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Erestor’s whole body ached with need as he watched the broad shouldered March Warden stand up. He was not any taller than Erestor but his body was more solid, stronger. Erestor thought he had put lustful thoughts behind him a long time ago, but this creature was changing that rapidly.
He had come to Lothlórien on a diplomatic mission for Lord Elrond. He was always amazed at how silly his Lord and the Lady Galadriel could be, arguing over seemingly trivial things while Lord Celeborn just looked amused and refused to involve himself. So Erestor ended up here, trying to keep the two elves from a second Kinslaying.
He had always found warriors and soldiers attractive, but he’d never indulged himself in that attraction. Well, that one time but it had ended badly and he hadn’t wanted to go through the humiliation again. But this one, Celeborn’s March-Warden, was perfection. He was blond, that lovely silver blond that looked as if it felt like silk in your hands.
He had come to Lothlórien on a diplomatic mission for Lord Elrond. He was always amazed at how silly his Lord and the Lady Galadriel could be, arguing over seemingly trivial things while Lord Celeborn just looked amused and refused to involve himself. So Erestor ended up here, trying to keep the two elves from a second Kinslaying.
He had always found warriors and soldiers attractive, but he’d never indulged himself in that attraction. Well, that one time but it had ended badly and he hadn’t wanted to go through the humiliation again. But this one, Celeborn’s March-Warden, was perfection. He was blond, that lovely silver blond that looked as if it felt like silk in your hands.