Ahhhhh! The sexy chapter with the beautiful, mesmerizing Telvo! I love the descriptions of him and his lover--all of them are outstanding, but the one on the rock intrigues me the most. It is something I always dream about in my fantasies--if I lived back in the days of the Elves I would so like to be taken bent over a rock. There is something so - I don't know - primitive about it that is so sexy. (And rocks are warm in the sun--I love that.)

*sigh*

Of Fëanáro.

Insidious as a winter breeze, those words came upon me and I shivered even as I burned, for thoughts of the son awakened thoughts of the father and his dark clothes close-fitted to his blacksmith’s physique, his mischievously beautiful face, his eyes that burned mine like fire….

Mmmm. OOOHH, I so can't wait!