Lord Glorfindel lay naked in Rúmil and Orophin's bed, waiting for Elrohir to come to him. He was tired, slightly drunk, and a little bit confused. He could not decide for the life of him whether Thranduil had truly desired Haldir or Rúmil. He had heard the King ask for both, though the official claim had been for Rúmil. Truly, everyone was making a big fuss over nothing. Let both of them lie with the King. If Elladan was lonely, he could always come join him and Elrohir…

Glorfindel let the fantasy play out in his mind, even though he knew it would never happen. Elladan was far too much of a prude, unlike his fun-loving brother. Still, even if it never happened, it was a sweet dream. Glorfindel would have actually rather had two of Elrohir.

Elrohir. How easily the son of Elrond could make Glorfindel forget everything -- his age, his status, his skills. Elladan drove him wild mostly because he was identical to his brother, but it was Elrohir's playfulness and passion that Glorfindel loved. Had it only been yesterday that they had last lain together? It seemed a lifetime ago, for the coldness that Elrohir had shown him after the arrival of the Lórien party.

He sighed. Perhaps he had just misinterpreted the younger elf. After all, Elrohir had certainly been warm to him in the hallway and would be coming back to him just as soon as he foisted off Rúmil on Thranduil. Then, everyone would be happy… except maybe Rúmil, if the things they said about Thranduil were true. He probably would not be able to walk tomorrow. Of course, taking into consideration that Elrohir had said those things, there was little to worry about. Still, it was not the first time Glorfindel had heard such rumors about the King of Mirkwood…

His mind drifted into a gentle fantasy about Elrohir. He longed to hear the son of Elrond speak words of love to him. He wanted to tell Elrohir how he really felt in return, and not have him scoff or scorn. Glorfindel dared not. There truly was no tenderness between them, and any that he saw there was an illusion. Perhaps he should break it off… but how could he? If Elrohir wanted him, Glorfindel was completely unable to refuse.

Glorfindel was half-asleep when the door finally opened. He smiled slightly, but did not open his eyes. The room was dark anyway. He wished he had not had so much wine at dinner as it was making him tired. It had seemed like a way to drown out the fact that Elrohir had moved on to Rúmil at the time, but that had been wrong. It was Glorfindel Elrohir wanted, it was…

A weight shifted the bed and he knew that Elrohir had joined him. He felt the sheet drawn back from his body and sighed inwardly. Warm hands came down on his flesh, stroking his chest, brushing over his nipples until they were rock hard. He liked this possessive touch. Usually it was he who took the lead with Elrohir, but right now he was too tired to do anything but lie there and enjoy this.

Glorfindel's mouth was invaded, a kiss pressed against his lips that he gratefully welcomed, opening his lips to a questing tongue as those magnificent hands played over all of his most sensitive zones. He was aching now, awakening. He sighed into his lover's mouth.

"Rúmil," a voice murmured. A voice that was decidedly NOT Elrohir. Alarm shot through Glorfindel. He opened his eyes and squirmed beneath the large naked body that had just slid over him to pin him to the bed. In the darkness he could barely make out the glinting waves of golden hair, but he had recognized the voice.

"King Thranduil?"

"Yes, who else were you expecting?"

Thranduil bent his head and bit Glorfindel's neck. Glorfindel gasped. It felt wonderful, but slightly terrifying.

"Wait… I am not Rúmil," he gasped.

"Do not be ridiculous, who else would you be? Elrohir told me you were in here waiting for me, and this is your room, is it not?"

"I am Glorfindel! I was waiting for Elrohir."

"Glorfindel?"

"Yes!"

Glorfindel scrabbled for the lamp on the bedside table and lit it as best he could with Thranduil lying on top of him. The dim glow illuminated both their faces and Thranduil looked at him in surprise. The King of Mirkwood started laughing.

"So you are Glorfindel, indeed. What a rascal that Elrohir is."

"What do you mean?"

"Who do you think sent me in here? He told me Rúmil was waiting for me."

Thranduil stroked Glorfindel's hair with a caress that was nearly tender. It made him shiver, and he was aware of the fact that even discovering that he was with Thranduil instead of Elrohir, he was still deeply aroused. In fact, perhaps knowing he was inescapably trapped unless Thranduil chose to take his large, magnificent body off of him aroused him more.

"Elrohir told me to wait for him in here," Glorfindel said miserably. "He betrayed me."

"Oh, do not sound so disappointed. You have me instead. I am rather impressed with your assets, Lord Glorfindel, and as I am here and unclothed and rather in the mood for it, I think I shall stay."

"What--" Glorfindel began, but Thranduil kissed him again, and his body rioted. Before he could stop himself he put his arms around the King and kissed him back. It was, he thought, a very good distraction from his thoughts about Elrohir and how he had tricked Glorfindel into this liaison.

Thranduil lifted his tawny head and chuckled. "I had rather thought you would be amenable," he said.

"No… no," Glorfindel protested, despite himself. "You should go look for Rúmil and I must find Elrohir…"

"While I would not doubt that they are together, I would be inclined to believe that they also would not like to be interrupted." He licked Glorfindel's ear and made him pant.

"But--"

"Any port in a storm, Lord Glorfindel -- for both of us. I shall help you forget that pretty young son of Elrond's. I think you will find me much more skilled."

Thranduil lifted himself up slightly and Glorfindel gasped as his eyes fell on the King's nipples, which were both pierced through with gold rings. Tentatively he reached out to touch one of them.

"So it is true!"

Thranduil smiled. "Go ahead, you may touch it and twist it as you like. It gives me great pleasure."

Glorfindel stuck his little finger through the ring and turned it and the King drew in a deep breath. Glorfindel could feel Thranduil's body tightening against him, and he did indeed look as if he were enjoying the sensation.

"Are you…going to…"

Thranduil opened his eyes. "Am I going to what?"

"Do you mean to put a ring through me?"

"Why would I do that?"

"I have heard that you mark your lovers that way."

Thranduil laughed again. "It is good to know that I am the subject of gossip in Imladris. Lord Glorfindel, I had no intention of harming Rúmil and I will not harm you either. We are both here, both unclothed, and both desirous of love tonight. Just relax and enjoy it." He kissed Glorfindel's mouth very softly. "You are very beautiful, you know. I promise you every satisfaction."

As Thranduil began to lick his ear again, Glorfindel believed him.