Rúmil woke up when someone licked his ear, then bit down sharply on the pointed tip. He hissed in pain, his eyes shooting open, but as the teeth released his ear he felt a corresponding heat lower in his body. Elrohir grinned at him.

"Good morning, sunshine. Or perhaps I should bid you good afternoon. Then again, even the afternoon is nearly over…"

Rúmil put his hand over Elrohir's face and pushed him away, sending the son of Elrond rolling off the edge of the bed onto the floor with a thud. Rúmil sat up and stretched as he heard Elrohir laughing. A second later the prince was back in the bed with him. Rúmil took in the fact that Elrohir was already dressed and that his brother was nowhere in sight.

"Where's Oro?" he mumbled blearily.

"I have not the foggiest," Elrohir said, smirking. "He was here when I left this morning and gone when I came back just now."

"Ai, my head feels like it was pounded with a rock," Rúmil muttered.

"I left a whole pitcher of miruvar," Elrohir said, getting up and crossing the room. "Ah, and your brother was kind enough to leave some for you."

"Thank you, Elrohir."

"'Tis nothing. It is a staple with me."

"I doubt it not."

The dark-haired elf poured a goblet full of the clear liquid and brought it over to Rúmil. The elf of Lórien took it gratefully and drank it down. Immediately he felt better and less inclined to give Elrohir a beating. Of course, he had not exactly said no when the bottle of wine came out last night… looking around, Rúmil saw that someone, no doubt his brother, had tidied up the room while he was asleep.

"Is it truly so late?" he asked.

"You have missed two meals. Are you hungry? I have ordered tea brought up, as I thought you must be."

"That I am. I am amazed that neither Haldir nor Orophin came to wake me," Rúmil said. Elrohir was having food brought? Rúmil remembered now why he liked him, his skill as a bed partner aside. He had learned the skills of hospitality from his father well enough.

"Haldir is off playing with his sword and no doubt teaching my brother to use his," Elrohir said, smirking again. "They are out practicing with Glorfindel and Arwen. I know not where Orophin is--"

"Have you tried the library?"

Both of them laughed. Often they mocked their brothers' frequent preoccupation with books, but Rúmil was secretly glad for Oro's love of reading, for he also loved to tell Rúmil about what he had learned in great depth, thus saving Rúmil the trouble of reading anything himself. Also, if Orophin was in the Imladris library, Rúmil could have Elrohir to himself.

"Why are you not with the others?" Rúmil asked. "I thought you rather enjoyed Lord Glorfindel's sword."

"Yes, but only in private," Elrohir replied wickedly. "In truth, Rúmil, I need a break from Glorfindel. We have been involved for nearly ten years and he bores me to tears with his tried and true techniques. Also, I rather suspect he is in love with me."

"Is not everyone in love with you?" Rúmil teased.

"Are you?" Elrohir asked, sliding closer. He plucked the empty goblet from Rúmil's fingers and set it aside, then descended upon his mouth.

Rúmil opened up for Elrohir's tongue immediately, his arms winding around the dark-haired elf. Elrohir pressed him down into the bed, taking the dominant lead. Rúmil was unused to being handled this way by his other partners and it thrilled him. Elrohir's hand dove beneath the silk sheet which separated them and stroked him intimately. Rúmil groaned into his mouth.

A knock came at the door. Elrohir ended the kiss and smiled at Rúmil, withdrawing his hand. Rúmil whimpered slightly at the loss.

"Ignore it," he begged as the knock came again.

"It is your meal."

"I am not hungry," said Rúmil. His stomach growled, betraying him. Elrohir chuckled and got up to answer the door. He took a tray from the elf who was there and closed it again, bringing it over to the bed. "What is it?" Rúmil asked eagerly.

"Lembas and dried plums," Elrohir said, then he laughed again at the face Rúmil made. "I am teasing you. My father likes that for his own tea but he would never serve it to a guest."

"The only elf I know who truly likes lembas bread is Legolas," Rúmil said as Elrohir sat back down on the bed. "It is good only for desperation when one is travelling."

"Speaking of the bonny Prince of Boredom, he and old Thranduil are coming into Rivendell today. You will have to help me devise a suitable prank to play on him."

Rúmil felt a small thrill of excitement. "Legolas is coming here? I have not seen him in too long. Oh, but I forget you do not like him. Personally I think turning you out of his bed is the only foolish thing he may ever have done."

"Foolish indeed," Elrohir said, looking irritated at the reminder, then he smirked at Rúmil. "I dislike him almost as much as Elladan hates you."

This, of course, deflated Rúmil immediately. He looked away from Elrohir down at the tray and made a non-committal noise.

"Now, now, I am teasing," Elrohir said more gently. He took the lid off the tray and Rúmil's eyes widened as he saw a small selection of all of his favorite things to eat, including sugared dates, which were nigh impossible to get in Lothlórien. "You see, I have not forgotten what pleases you," Elrohir said in a low voice, lifting up one of the dates. He dipped it in honey and held it out to Rúmil.

Rúmil opened his mouth and let Elrohir feed him the date. He sucked the honey from Elrohir's fingers and Elrohir made a small purring noise in the back of his throat. He picked up another date, only this time he let the honey drip onto Rúmil's chin as he fed it to him. Bending forward, Elrohir licked off the honey and kissed him. Rúmil groaned, his body aching.

The meal passed very slowly in this torturous fashion, with Elrohir not permitting Rúmil to touch the tray. He would have wolfed down all the food and thrown the tray aside so he might have Elrohir faster had he been given his way.

"Patience, my lovely, patience," Elrohir teased, making each bite even smaller. Rúmil bit his finger, and he laughed. "Do not give me cause to spank you when you have finished eating."

"I would only have to spank you in return if you dared," Rúmil said with more bravado than he actually felt.

"I have already been spanked once today, and that is more than enough," Elrohir said.

Rúmil was just about to ask him by whom when Elrohir moved the nearly empty tray aside and picked up the dish which held the remainder of the honey. Elrohir pulled down the sheet to reveal Rúmil's nude body, then poured the honey onto his chest. It immediately began to drip in sticky trails over his pale flesh, heading lower. Rúmil breathed in deeply.

Elrohir set the dish aside and grabbed Rúmil's knees, yanking him sharply down onto his back. Kneeling beside Rúmil on the bed, he began to lick off the honey, his tongue moving in broad swirls over Rúmil's chest, teasing his nipples, delving lower to drink what sticky sweetness had pooled in his navel. Rúmil could not hold back a moan. He was in ecstasy. What could be better than a full belly and a skilled lover? He decided right then that he was never leaving Imladris. Elrohir moved lower, and Rúmil did not even hear the door open. He only became aware that there was someone else in the room when he heard them speaking.

"I told you we would find them like this. You lose the bet, Legolas," said Orophin.

"Very well. I shall make good on it later," the Prince of Mirkwood promised.

"You had better not have gotten any honey on my tunic, Elrohir," said Elladan.