Hairy, Legolas thought as Eomer strained up the last few inches to kiss him, coarse bristles tickling soft immortal flesh before lips met hungrily.

Hairy, he thought again when they were finally undressed and in his chambers, exploring the texture of wiry body hairs against the palms of his hands.

Very hairy, Legolas thought, taking in a mouthful of cock and wrinkling his nose against an abundance of pubic hair.

Hairy, but not bad, he decided, twining long handfuls of Eomer's sun-white hair around his fingers and pounding the new King of Rohan into the mattress. Not bad at all.