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Celegorm was content to leave Rissa with Glorfindel for the night. It was great having her around, but he missed having his bed to himself. More than that, he missed Thranduil.

He settled onto the sofa with a glass of rye whiskey in one hand and his cell phone in the other. When the voice on the other end of the line answered, he said, "I miss you." Because he did, plain and simple.

Celegorm's flat was small but tidy, and he thanked every god he could think of that the cleaning lady had come the day before. He fumbled with the lock and pushed the door open with his hip, holding it wide for Thranduil to step inside. "It's not much, but it's home."

Thranduil looked like sin in pants, a savage beauty, a walking dream. Celegorm's pulse quickened. "I can give you a tour if you'd like."