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zhieThis is the continuation of the fic from the previous post... stupid LJ couldn't handle the whole thing in one post...
-4-
I wish that I had changed into something else, for when Glorfindel entered, I felt completely indecent in what I had on. Not until he sat down in the seat I offered him by the fire did I realize he was in the colors of his house, dressed as often he had been in Gondolin.
We did not speak for long, finding comfort in the company of each other. The fire warmed us, as did the wine, and I found need to open the window. A fresh breeze drifted through the room, and Glorfindel looked at me as I returned, and though he blamed his shiver on the wind, I knew better from the look in his eyes.
- - -
Erestor dipped his quill into the jar of ink and frowned as he reread the words. Shifting in bed to gain a better position in which to write – as well as a more comfortable position for his sore muscles, Erestor paused to think, and flipped forward to another passage he had already finished.
- - -
I never would have guessed that the act of making love would cause one to become quite as famished as I was. Glorfindel kindly offered to prepare a snack and bring it back to the room, if I would consider completing a task for him.
Disappearing into the back rooms, Glorfindel returned with this very unfinished journal, as well as a quill and a bottle of silvery grey ink. “I record a lot of daily notes, as you know, and sometimes I write fictional stories to pass the time. I would love for you to… document our encounter for… historical purposes,” Glorfindel had told me carefully before peppering my cheeks with kisses and then leaving the room.
- - -
Realizing that in all honesty he could probably skip the small talk, Erestor began to write once again.
- - -
His eyes wandered across my body, and I felt his touch as well as if it had been his own hand, my breath catching in my throat as his stare lingered. Abruptly, he turned to look at the fire and spoke. “The hour is late. I should retire.” Glorfindel stood up and nodded toward me. I stood as the next words tumbled from my mouth.
“It would be folly for you to leave,” I said to him. He turned and answered,
“It would be folly for me to stay. Unless you have reason otherwise.”
“There is already a fire burning here,” I quickly said, motioning to the small hearth. “It would be wasteful to start another.”
Glorfindel sat back down and regarded me curiously as I seated myself. “I do need to rest,” he told me carefully.
“Is not my bed large enough for two?” My stomach knotted, and I added, “It would be just like when we were in Gondolin.”
“No, it would not,” chuckled Glorfindel.
Sighing deeply, I said, “No, I suppose not.” This was becoming more awkward than I had expected, considering the words Glorfindel had shared with me. “Glorfindel, will you spend this night with me?”
Glorfindel did not answer, instead swirling his drink in his glass. Frustrated, I let my fist drop onto the arm of my chair, startling Fin. “Do you know how difficult this is for me?”
“I told you, you did not have to do anything if you did not want to. I promise you, I shall never take another to my bed, and I will not force you to let me into yours.”
“You are not forcing me to do anything. I am asking you.” Closing my eyes, I rubbed the bridge of my nose. It was then that I realized how formal this was. Had I ever considered saying anything so intimate to a lover while sitting across the room? Had I thought properly of this, I would have asked him to join me on the furs before the fire instead of the chairs nearby.
In one fluid motion, I was standing and another moment later, knelt before Glorfindel and took his free hand into mine. “Aiya, Fin, you make things so difficult,” I chided, ignoring his sudden look of confusion as he placed his glass aside and curled his other hand around mine. “Too long have I been alone, dear Fin. I wish to be complete, and you are the one who completes me.”
Playing with my fingers, rubbing them in his own hands, he leaned forward as he bent nearer. Something of the old Glorfindel was there in his eyes, the Glorfindel I met in Gondolin, that quiet and reserved elf that I thought had perished long ago. That Elf that I loved, that I still loved, so very much. “Would you permit me to kiss you, Erestor?”
My throat constricted upon his request, but I managed to nod my consent to him. “Please?” I whispered. Softly our lips met, then slid, parted, and opened. I surprised myself as I let my tongue glide over his, exploring his mouth hungrily and more boldly than I had planned to. I withdrew abruptly, feeling guilty as I saw his wide-eyed stare.
Blushing, I turned my head and swallowed hard as I tried to pull myself up. Instead, Glorfindel moved forward and fell to his own knees on the floor. His hands left mine and found their way to my burning cheeks, and with some trepidation, I looked up into his eyes.
We held that gaze for some time as the wood in the fireplace snapped and spit, rain beginning to run down the high windows, errant drops hitting the floor beneath the open one. I did not expect him to lunge at me as he did, but if he had been slower, I may have turned away once more. His tongue thrust into my mouth, hands sliding back into my hair. I had little choice but to submit, my own fingers wrapping around his shoulders, clawing and kneading as he fed my long hidden hunger.
Neither of us made any attempt to change our position, simply kissing and caressing one another, saying nothing. It was so easy to simply love and be loved, after living so long without love. I jerked slightly when Glorfindel’s hand found its way deep into the folds of my robe and beneath the fabric that covered lower, and he began to pull away. Catching his wrist, I placed his hand back where it had been.
“Touch me, Fin. Help me, please. Satisfy this need I did not know I had.”
His tone changed. It was not quite accusational, but it was close. “You knew. You always knew.”
I found I could not deny it. “Please...”
“Please?” He brought a finger to my mouth, tracing my lips. “Please... a request. Even more, to be made happy... given pleasure... delight... gratification... satisfaction...” The finger moved slowly down my chin, over my throat and the knot as I swallowed. It continued over my chest, following the muscles. He suddenly pulled it away. “But am I to satisfy your need or are you to satisfy mine?” he asked cryptically. I paused, stopping my hands where they were upon his thighs.
“Are they not one in the same?”
“Dear Erestor, there is a great amount of physical improbability to what you suggest,” he answered with a wink. His hands and lips began to move once more over my clothed body. Drawing his tongue over the curve of my ear to the point, he nipped and asked, “Do you wish to give or to receive?”
That is when the impact of what I was about to partake in finally came to me. When morning came, my soul would be bound – fused forever to Glorfindel’s. I was filled with fear, and with excitement, and could not seem to think.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel drew back and his eyes searched mine as his hand began to slowly stroke the inside of my thigh, letting his hand wander slowly.
“I do not know, Glorfindel,” I panted truthfully, letting my eyelids droop.
“Tell me how you feel, beautiful one,” purred Glorfindel. He licked my throat, and I bent my head back with a moan, encouraging his touch. His fingers gently slid the meager robe from my shoulders, and as it fell to the ground, his hands pushed down the material that hindered him below. “Tell me truly. Hide nothing. Reveal yourself to me.”
“I burn,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his upper arms as he curled his own hand around my most private of places. “You have set me on fire, and I burn for you. I wish to be yours. Completely yours.”
“Then I shall have you,” he growled, low and soft, and began to nuzzle at my neck as his hands began the task of removing the rest of my clothing. “I shall take you... and keep you... for you are mine now.” I found I could do little more than steady myself, hands upon his shoulders, as he kissed my throat and pulled at the sash that had been tied about his own waist, dropping it to the floor. “Erestor…” he whispered against my skin. “My Erestor…”
I shuddered and exploded despite the lack of his physical touch, and blushed a deep crimson this time. There was a sort of dumb look on Glorfindel’s face as he ran his fingers through the silvery discharge that had sprayed upon my skin, as if he needed contact with the proof before believing it. “You are a most sensual elf,” he told me, looking around for something to clean things up.
“Nay, it is you,” I countered, breathing heavily, still holding him within my grasp. “Your words are the perfect intercourse.”
“You only think that because I have not had my way with you yet,” he smirked, pulling the sash he had discarded moments ago from the discarded clothing and using it to clean me. “Just wait until I have you beneath me in that bed.” His eyes flitted to my mattress, left unmade across the room. “You may think you have known pleasure before, but I promise you, I will have you begging for me to...” He stopped before entirely finishing, and bowed his head, lowering his body down.
I held my breath as his tongue came in contact with my flesh, licking the droplets that had not yet been cleaned from my stomach and thighs. “Fin,” I whimpered as the tip of his tongue flicked out and danced across my skin, panicking now as I began to realize just what I was getting myself into. “Fin…I cannot…It is just, I do not…” My protest died as I felt a sudden warmth flood my body. I looked down and beheld such a sight as never I expected. Waves of pleasure overtook my fears, and I rested my hands on his shoulders, head thrown back as he provided such stimulation as I had not often known, and hardly recalled. Yet, this time was different from so many others. This time it felt overwhelmingly good, and I set my hands on the back of his head to coax him further for my voice failed me.
The rhythm Glorfindel set was exquisite, and soon my words were nothing more than mewls and whimpers, sounds I never thought myself capable of making. I was never so undone with another lover, never comfortable enough to allow myself such freedom to let go. Once more was I erect, and he took me fully into his mouth before letting me slip away, dragging his teeth lightly across my flesh so that I cried out, cursing, and begging – as predicted – when the sensation ebbed away.
“I think you can,” he purred. “I think you want to,” he pressed. Glorfindel stood and looked down as I lifted my chin, gazing up at him. His smile was warm and lazy as he set his hand upon my head, dragging his fingers back through my hair. He twisted his fingers and pulled back, dominating for that moment as he held me in place. “I think you will.”
Before I could answer, he left. His hand was gone from my hair, he from my chambers, and I knelt upon the floor, with nothing more than my own labored breath to hear. Settling back, balancing on the palms of my hands, I knew the choice before me.
His promise was never to bring up the matter again, not unless I had. And I had. Oh, had I ever. Yet, close at it had come, he still gave me the choice. A final means to escape my fate. Our fate. Predestined. I shuddered. I never had a choice, I realized, and yet, through this act of concession on his part, the choice was now clear in my mind.
I stood, and I ached, but it was my soul and not my body that controlled my thoughts now. No longer was I listening to what I thought, but instead, to what I felt. What I knew, and had somehow always known.
- - -
Presently, Glorfindel entered through the open doorway, bringing with him a large steaming plate and a pitcher of cool water. Setting them on a long table that was against the wall, he leaned over to kiss Erestor’s cheek, and then headed into the back rooms, coming back with a pair of drinking glasses. “How is it coming along?” Glorfindel asked, settling down on the bed next to where Erestor was propped up against the pillows. Erestor moved a little more toward the center to give Glorfindel more space and counted the pages he had written in.
“I have finished seven pages,” Erestor told him, handing Glorfindel the quill so that it could be placed aside. “What have you brought?”
“I have brought you something delicious,” replied Glorfindel. Erestor awaited an answer, and Glorfindel grinned. “Oh, you mean the food…” He reached around to retrieve the snack while Erestor slapped his shoulder. Chuckling, Glorfindel held the plate with one hand and pulled one of the treats from it, a trail of melted cheese clinging to it as he lifted it in front of Erestor’s mouth.
“What are they?” Erestor asked, putting the book aside.
“They are very good,” answered Glorfindel.
Erestor laughed. “You have no clue!”
“It is something the Halflings eat, you must trust me! It is good. Very good,” he corrected.
Leaning forward, Erestor bit into the food he was offered. Hidden under the cheese were buttered mushrooms, slices of pepper, and chunks of tomato on top of bread. “This is very good. Much better than what I made for dinner.”
“It is nothing, really,” Glorfindel smiled, feeding the rest of that slice to Erestor. “You know, this has been quite a day,” he said, licking his buttery fingers.
“Mmmhmm,” agreed Erestor as he chewed. After swallowing, he said, “Quite an incredible day.”
“I am sorry about your library,” blurted out Glorfindel. “I know how much work you put into it, and what you had to do to convince Elrond to even build one, which seems so silly considering the hours he used to spend in it. But, it was not his library, it was your library, and I am sure when we get to Valinor, he is going to just let you still keep the books where you would like, or, is there a public library in Valinor? I am sorry, I do not know some of these things, and I just hate to see you unhappy.”
Erestor picked up one of the cheesy slices of bread and ate it quietly. When he finished, he said, “Today I realized how much I am going to miss Imladris. It is not just the books, Fin, it is the entire place. Everywhere else I lived never seemed quite like home, quite like Valinor. But this house comes close.”
“You are still going to sail eventually?” asked Glorfindel with worry.
“Oh, yes,” replied Erestor. “In time. But I will miss Imladris.” Sighing, he added, “I think now I may miss it even more.” His eyes had a faraway look, and he closed them as his chin trembled.
Glorfindel put aside the plate and drew his arms around Erestor. “We are not leaving yet,” he said in a happy and slightly silly voice that immediately became serious. “Please do not cry, Erestor,” he said, soft and low. “I can not stand the pain of it.”
“I am not going to cry, Glorfindel,” Erestor assured him, “though, I think right now, I might be amiable to any of the comforting, holding, and… and kissing that you wrote about earlier.”
“Only kissing?” sighed Glorfindel playfully.
“Comforting and holding were also mentioned.”
This caused Glorfindel to pout. “That appears to be a very limited list of options you have given me, Ress.”
“Ress? Who is Ress?”
“You are, my dear,” stated Glorfindel.
“Since when?”
“If I am Fin, then you are Ress,” Glorfindel said matter-of-factly. “Glor-FIN-del, E-RESS-tor.”
“It is not E-restor, it is ER-estor,” corrected Erestor pointedly. “Honestly.”
“I am not calling you Er, that just sounds silly, as does Es. Now, I have put a lot of thought into this, and I think Ress suits you.”
“No, Erestor suits me,” argued the darker elf. “It is my name, and what I wish to be called.”
Erestor found himself flat on his back and pinned down a moment later. “I love the sound of your name,” purred Glorfindel after dragging his tongue along Erestor’s jaw. “Even more,” he continued, nipping at the other’s ear, “I love to hear your name on my lips. I think you love to hear your name on my lips even more than I love saying your name,” he flicked his tongue at the tip of Erestor’s ear and whispered, “Erestor – Not, E-res-tor…” Even the incorrect pronunciation made the elf beneath him shudder.
“Now, in the future – in the very near future, I should hope – when we make love, I should like to have something a bit simpler to call you. I could simply say—“ Glorfindel sat up and back a little now that Erestor was temporarily subdued, and taking hold of his lover’s hardening length, continued in a low and seductive voice, “—I could say to you, as you thrust into me, deep within my body, I could call out, ‘Oh, yes, my love, yes!’.” Glorfindel abruptly stopped, and Erestor whined as the touching ceased. “Very impersonal,” Glorfindel explained, pretending to ignore the needful moans. “I could also simply use your entire name. For example,” Glorfindel wrapped his hand around the stiff member, and resuming his manipulation, cried out rather convincingly, “Oh Erestor, by the Valar! Do not stop, Erestor! Do not cease!”
It was not Erestor who paused, but Glorfindel, whose hands were now firmly on either side of Erestor’s waist. Erestor let out a frustrated sob as Glorfindel lowered himself again, so that his lips were almost upon Erestor’s ear as he spoke, and his lover’s erection was pressed between their bodies. “But I think there are enough who call you Erestor, and I would call you something more personal than that. Just as you called out to me, your voice hoarse and strained, crying out to ‘Fin’, telling him to take your flushed, aching, beautiful body, Erestor, I would have something to scream when it is you who has me undone.”
Words tumbled into Erestor’s ear, words of desire, of such passion, though neither had penetrated the other’s body, Glorfindel assaulted Erestor’s mind with such heat, he threw back his head and moaned as he heard them. “Deeper, Ress, yes—Oh! Yes… Take me harder, Ress, take me over the edge, do not stop!” panted Glorfindel, causing himself to be aroused. “I think the name to be perfect, Ress,” growled Glorfindel, and Erestor was barely able to nod.
“Now, Ress,” Glorfindel said, propping himself back up and causing Erestor to become even more frustrated, “I do believe that you have greatly limited my options for the remainder of the evening.”
“Fin…” Erestor whined and blinked his eyes open. “I just had hoped not to be so sore come morning.”
Grinning, Glorfindel had their positions reversed moments later, and winked up at Erestor. “Who said you would get to have all the fun?” he asked, folding his arms behind his head as he spread his legs further apart. Erestor licked his lips and smiled down at him. “I do not expect to be sore, Ress,” Glorfindel continued, “I expect to be completely unable to walk in the morning.”
“Is that a challenge?” Erestor inquired.
“Oh, I was quite hoping it would be a promise,” said Glorfindel, conjuring up a very naughty look.
“I hate to break promises,” murmured Erestor as he bowed his head and nuzzled Glorfindel’s neck.
Glorfindel’s head lolled back and turned to the side. “How do you want me?”
“Hmm?” Erestor sat back on his haunches.
“Not like this,” drawled Glorfindel as he sat up until the tip of his nose was touching the tip of Erestor’s. “You want me... like this...?” Glorfindel turned over and balanced on his elbows and knees, presenting his bare body to his lover.
“Oh... yes...” Erestor swallowed hard and placed a hand gently upon Glorfindel’s hip, fingertips only. “Yes. Like this,” he agreed, languidly moving his fingers along Glorfindel’s side. His other hand rested upon Glorfindel’s thigh. Erestor looked around nervously, and when he made no other move, Glorfindel looked over his shoulder and caught the uncertain expression.
“Darling, there is no one here but you and I,” he said reassuringly. “Do what you want, baby. Love me slow, take me hard, no one is watching.”
Erestor moved his hands away, dropping them to his side. “I do not wish to harm you.”
As he smiled softly, Glorfindel closed his eyes and said, “I am ready for you. Go ahead; see for yourself.”
Just as when he was confused about a recipe, Erestor’s tongue peeked out from one corner of his mouth as he carefully used his hands to move both sides of Glorfindel’s rear apart. He frowned as he examined what he found, unsure of what he was looking for.
After about a minute, Glorfindel opened one eye, lifted his head slightly, and opened the other. “You are such a virgin!” he said with playful laughter. “Just stick your finger in there. Go on. You will not hurt me.”
Erestor took a deep breath and hesitantly did as he was told. Once past the small yet relaxed entrance, he slid right in, the passage slick. He blinked in surprise as he easily pulled his finger back out with little resistance and heard Glorfindel happily sigh.
“Told you. You really need to learn to trust me more.”
“How did you—“
“When I was in the kitchen.” He arched his back willingly. “I found some oil that was not too thick.”
“Is this safe?” worried Erestor.
“More or less,” Glorfindel replied. “Now, stop thinking with the head on your shoulders. It is not every day that the most gorgeous, charming blond warrior in all of creation places himself at your mercy, to be taken as you will.”
Erestor rubbed his oily finger over the tip of his erection. “Maybe not, but I expect it to happen more often from now on.”
“Noted, counselor. Now, if you would be so kind, will you please shove that rock hard cock of yours up my---“ The next word was cut off as the charming blond warrior lowered his gorgeous head back down onto the pillow and moaned. “My...” His voice muffled into the pillow as Erestor shifted the rest of his weight forward.
“You were saying?” asked Erestor slyly as he held Glorfindel’s hips with firm hands.
“I... I was... I forgot...” Glorfindel strained to lift his back end up as high as possible. “Come on... move or something...”
The first few thrusts were so awkward that Glorfindel groaned not in pleasure but in frustration. “Stop, stop, hold on.” He managed to gain Erestor’s attention and sighed.
“What? In and out, I was doing it right,” Erestor began to argue.
“I will give you in and out,” Glorfindel conceded, “but there is more to it than that. There should be... rhythm. Like music—like dancing,” he said quickly, aware of Erestor’s frustration. “Close your eyes and try it.”
Erestor mumbled something about being taken to task by a youth less than half his age, but closed his eyes nonetheless. “Alright, my eyes are closed.” He rested back into a low kneeling position as well, for he had become flaccid and discouraged. “Now what?”
There was a rustle of the sheets, which was soon followed by the feeling of warm breath on Erestor’s neck as Glorfindel snuggled up behind him. “I want you... to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Every sentence was punctuated by a nip on the shoulder or a swipe of Glorfindel’s tongue around Erestor’s jaw or ear.
“I want you buried deep. So deep. To the root. Again and again and again.” Glorfindel’s teeth tugged on a sensitive earlobe. “And then...”
“Yes?” Erestor had to swallow, mouth dry from panting.
“Then, I want you to explode,” whispered Glorfindel as he crawled back into position. “I want you to fill me so full it drips down my leg when you pull out. Open your eyes.”
Erestor did, seeing first his erection once again jutting forward, pointing directly toward it’s target.
“Erestor.” Glorfindel waited until they made eye contact. “Fuck me. Please.”
Long-hidden instinct took over. Erestor grasped Glorfindel’s hips and plunged into the moist heat, growling in pleasure. It was less awkward, but still timid to begin. With Glorfindel’s encouragement, Erestor increased his pace and confidence.
They made love throughout the night, stopping only briefly now and then, until exhaustion slowed their muscles and minds. With a mutual promise to continue their sexual explorations the next day, they sleepily and almost bashfully cuddled under the covers, sharing kisses and secrets and an occasional tearful revelation about the past.
In the early morning hours, while Glorfindel slept, enfolded in Erestor’s arms, the elder elf recalled the first episode of lovemaking they had shared late that previous evening in the very bed they rested. His body hurt, but it was such a wonderful pain, having exerted himself to exhaustion, but too happy to rest.
Nestled against him, so tired that he had drifted from reverie to sleep, Glorfindel was peacefully relaxed in his arms. Freeing one hand, Erestor used it to lightly touch his newly discovered lover, smiling as Glorfindel cuddled closer and mumbled a few words.
“I love you, too, Fin,” returned Erestor, kissing Glorfindel’s nose before letting his body rest and his mind wander to previous events.
-5-
Erestor walked briskly down the hall, covering the short distance between their rooms very quickly. Glorfindel had left his door open, and Erestor entered without knocking, finding a weary looking elf sitting on the edge of the bed.
Glorfindel actually looked a little surprised, and before he could stand, Erestor had dropped to his knees before him, seeking out the lips of the other with his own. His hands found Glorfindel’s thighs, fingers gripping them tightly as he pulled back. “Glorfindel, there are some things I must tell you.”
“Erestor, I understand if you-“
Erestor placed his hand over Glorfindel’s lips to silence him. “Let me speak. I need to say these things, even that which you know. I want you to know everything. I do not want questions or doubts between us.
“I told you long ago that I was once romantically involved with an elleth in Valinor. Obviously, nothing came from it. I am not bitter-- I still care deeply for her as you know, but I do not hold her decision against her. She was not the only lover I have had, but none of them ended well – and, all of them ended. However, I did not wish to give my heart to another so freely again unless I was certain I had finally found the other half of my soul.” Erestor paused and lifted a hand to Glorfindel’s cheek. “I knew for a long while, but my fear and uncertainty stopped me. You might think things in Gondolin were bad. I came from a place and time where the physical penalties may not have existed, but the mental anguish from being publicly shamed by family, friends, and the community was exhausting and caused many who would otherwise have lived happily with their chosen spouse to seek out someone they barely loved to fit society’s standards.”
“You speak… very personally about that,” said Glorfindel with a careful amount of hope. Erestor flinched. “You must have… known someone?”
“A very good friend,” he said, averting his gaze momentarily. He frowned and then looked back. “I am a proud elf, Glorfindel, that is not something I have ever hidden. What I need is for someone to love me, not take care of me. I am quite capable of that on my own.” Stopping when he realized how harsh his words sounded, he added, “That does not mean… that I do not want you to take care of me from time to time… just that… I do not need you to. I still want us to have our independence, if you follow me.”
Waiting to see if Erestor was going to continue, Glorfindel then spoke. “Dear Erestor, I have taken care of you for some years now, just as you have at times taken care of me. I do not wish you to recall the times I have put myself before you in danger, because you would not know all of them.”
“What are you saying?” questioned Erestor.
Glorfindel placed his own hands on either side of Erestor’s face and bent down to kiss him. “Sweetheart, I have been taking care of you since we met in Gondolin. I watched you when I could, and did my best to keep you safe when I could not. Do you recall, when you came into the city, how you could not ride a horse or even sit upon the back of one without falling from the saddle?”
“I fell because the horse moved,” Erestor replied dryly, recalling the lessons Glorfindel and Ecthelion had given him in riding. “I do remember the instruction. I am glad for it, as I was able to offer my service to Lord Elrond as horse master of his stables when Imladris was being built. My intent when I came here was to convince him he needed me as his librarian, alas, without a library, that made the task difficult.” He looked away, deep in thought. “I owe you much for that.”
“You owe me nothing, dear Erestor,” said Glorfindel. “I had motives of my own.” Bowing his head, he admitted softly, “From that day on, that first spark between us grew. I knew what I wanted, but I feared as well—I feared the wrath of Turgon, and I feared for your life much more than my own. I wanted you to learn to ride, aye, but I was, in my mind… courting you in secret…”
“What?” laughed Erestor, and he stretched up to kiss Glorfindel. “Fin, you were not much more than a child.”
“That was what Ecthelion kept telling me.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. “Thel knew?”
Swallowing hard, Glorfindel continued, “When he finally convinced me you had no interest whatsoever, I vowed to myself that if I could not have you, at the least, I would not lose you.”
“That is why you never deterred me when I asked you to teach me how to fight. There were so many other scholars who knew what a sword was only from sketches they had seen in books; you preferred I continue to train with you and not with Rog, and… oh, of course,” he muttered as he began to smile. “You wanted to keep a closer eye on me. You wanted me around as much as possible.”
Blushing, Glorfindel nodded and said, “You must remember the day you were asked to be the warden of the fifth gate.”
“Asked?” laughed Erestor. “King Turgon proclaimed it. I did not have much of a choice,” replied Erestor. Upon completion of the seventh gate of Gondolin, Ecthelion had moved to the place of honor as the guardian of the gate of steel, while Glorfindel then became the lord of the sixth gate. This left the fifth gate without a guard, except that Turgon had in his service a scribe whose talents for sword fighting and horse riding were not being used in his posting to the libraries. And so for a short time, Erestor was Lord Guardian Erestor of the Silver Stars, Warden of the Fifth Gate of Gondolin. He may have complained at first, but he loved his duties and had fond memories, until the time that the city fell.
“Well… actually… “ Glorfindel slid down off the bed to sit on the floor with Erestor. “Turgon wanted to make you head of the sixth gate. I told him I was insulted, that I should rightfully serve as the warden of that gate. It was a good act, but I was terribly frightened he would find out my true motive. By then he knew about me, but the punishment may well have been severe for you—remember what happened to Duilin and Salgant,” he said grimly. “Still, I had to take the chance. I did not really care at all what I was doing, I was so grateful to have the recognition I did have in Gondolin. What mattered to me was keeping you safe, and I could not do that if you were guarding the sixth gate. From the sixth gate, I could watch the fifth gate, and I could come to your aid if needed. As far as I know, he either believed my story, or he said nothing to anyone about his assumptions, if he had any.”
The room was silent as Erestor absorbed this new information and the pair gently touched one another, exploring somewhat innocently, until Glorfindel had managed to prop himself against the foot of the bed. His knees he bent as he parted his legs and beckoned Erestor to sit closer. The dark Noldo situated himself with his back comfortably against one of Glorfindel’s legs, drawing his own up so that his chin rested on his knees. “I hate to ask-“
“The balrog?” Glorfindel nodded. “It came after you as we fled, and I was not about to fail after all those years. I do not know what I would have done if another had happened in its path. I hardly had the strength to stand at that point. When I saw it had cornered you, there was no question in my mind as to what I had to do. I found some reserve, I fought with every bit of strength that remained. I was not going to let that creature hurt you. I only regret not telling you when we were in Gondolin. I was going to, that morning, before the battle. I was so close,” he admitted. “I have loved you for a long time, Erestor, and I have not stopped. But… you know that.”
“I know. I knew you did. Well, it was obvious, you wear your heart on your sleeve.”
“And you lock yours away from those who would accept you as you are, and offer it to those who wish you to change,” said Glorfindel sadly.
Erestor looked a little hurt, but finally nodded. “I know. I should have… part of me wanted to give you a chance sooner, but I know you have spent intimate time with others. Gildor, Faelion… I guess Tauniel does not count,” said Erestor.
“If you think that list is impressive, listen to this one: Galadriel, Aredhel, Aranel, Skye, um… uh, that girl from the brothel, the… shoot, there was one in Greenwood, and some other one in Lothlorien, and you did something with Tauniel, too, and I suppose from the way you are looking mightily guilty, there are others.”
Erestor nodded sheepishly.
“Do you even remember all of their names?”
Erestor bowed his head and tried not to laugh.
“I thought so. At least I remember all of mine.” Glorfindel placed his fingertips on Erestor’s chin and tilted his head back up again. “How long will it be before you forget my name?”
“I will never forget your name,” vowed Erestor, taking hold of Glorfindel’s hand and holding it tightly. “Never.”
“Never?” prodded Glorfindel, a teasing note in his voice.
“Seriously. Never. You… mean so much to me. You are so much a part of my life,” explained Erestor. “You are, put simply, unforgettable.”
Glorfindel smiled at this and initiated a kiss that led to many more. They sat on the floor, snuggling closer and closer as they giddily kissed and caressed one another. Glorfindel pulled away for air, and said casually, “Knock, knock.”
“What?”
“No, not what. You have heard the children tell knock, knock jokes before,” prodded Glorfindel. “Knock, knock.”
Erestor paused uncertainly. “Who is there?”
“See! You forgot me already!” A grin was plastered across Glorfindel’s face as Erestor groaned and bowed his head.
“That was a trick,” he accused, pointing his finger squarely at Glorfindel’s nose. Glorfindel kissed the tip of the scolding digit. “You made me do that.”
“I will not deny it,” admitted Glorfindel. “I will also not deny that, yes, I have had previous lovers. Although I never fully gave my body to another male, nor have I ever taken another male’s body, many nights was my lust sated in the company of another. Tauniel was one time only, and not with this body, and necessary, and I do not regret my decision even if I still carry with me the burden of the aftermath.” He blinked away the threatening tears. “I do regret those other nights were not spent with you. As much as I did care deeply for Gildor and for Faelion, it is you who has my heart.”
Erestor nodded and let his hand slide up and down Glorfindel’s leg, smiling at how good and natural it felt. “I, too, have had encounters with others, but none that would bind me to them. I think I must have been unconsciously waiting for you.”
The genuine bliss on Glorfindel’s face broadened Erestor’s smile in return. “I only wish you had not waited so long.”
“We have time to change that now,” offered Erestor.
“We have all the time in the world,” agreed Glorfindel. “I told you, I really do love you, and I will wait as long as-” Erestor’s hand gently silenced him again.
“I want to be loved.”
Glorfindel pulled Erestor’s hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “I truly do love you, Erestor,” Glorfindel assured him.
Erestor shook his head, and realized Glorfindel had not understood his words. Despite speaking Sindarin for many years, he still thought in Quenya and translated as he spoke. Sometimes the translations did flow accurately, though he was pleased that there had been no hurdles through the rest of the evening. “I need to be loved,” he begged.
“You deserve to be worshipped,” answered the blond, leaning forward to nip the inviting ear before him.
“Glorfindel,” moaned Erestor in frustration, “I want you to love me… now… tonight…”
“Not just tonight, dear Erestor, every night…” he purred, but stopped abruptly, truly knowing now what Erestor meant. “Now?” he squeaked, and Erestor thought it one of the most endearing sounds he had heard.
“Yes.” Erestor closed his eyes and shuddered. “I want you to love me. Make love to me,” he added quickly as he recalled the proper phrase.
Glorfindel’s eyes grew huge as he sat back. “You are sure about this?”
Taking hold of one of Glorfindel’s hands, he moved it to the front of his pants, stretched with the strain of his erection. “I may be proud, Fin,” he gasped as Glorfindel dragged his fingers along the bulge, “but I am not above begging right now.”
When Glorfindel looked up, Erestor saw that tears were in the eyes of his soul mate. Leaning forward, he kissed Glorfindel’s eyes as they fluttered shut, keeping the tears from spilling over. Glorfindel took a deep breath and said, “You ask only for love, but let me complete you, Erestor. Be with me now and forever,” he pleaded.
“I ask for you,” corrected Erestor.
“You have me, Erestor. Always, you have had me.”
Yet they remained on the floor, for neither wanted to assert dominance over the other, but hands continued to roam as they pleased, and eyes watched with interest. Ears listened to the open-mouthed gasps and shameless pants until Erestor mewled with frustration. “Do you not have a more suitable surface for such activities?” he scolded playfully when he had had enough of the wooden floor covered with barely more than a worn deerskin.
“I did not wish to assume we were to complete such activities here,” grinned Glorfindel, managing with some difficulty to stand after Erestor had. Walking to the side of the bed that Erestor stood at, he looked to his empty fireplace, knowing Erestor did not tend to sleep without a fire burning, but not in the mood to tend to one now. “I have no fire burning in the hearth,” he apologized.
“Then you shall have to do your best to keep me warm without one,” said Erestor. His eyes were not on the empty darkness at the wall, but on the deep green and burgundy that covered the large bed before him. His face was set as if carved of stone, eyeing up the bed as if it were something to be conquered – and perhaps, to him, it was.
Stepping behind the Noldo, Glorfindel brought his fingers to the thin robe, unsure if Erestor had realized how seductive his outfit was. Gently sliding it off his companion’s arms and down his back, Glorfindel licked his ear and whispered, “Go ahead, then, or would you like for me to throw you down on the mattress and ravish you?”
Erestor leaned back against his lover, sighing at the feel of him. In a flash, he pulled away from Glorfindel and pushed him down onto the bed. With a smirk, Erestor knelt down next to the bedside; putting his folded arms atop it and resting his head in them, watching Glorfindel throw back his head and laugh for a moment. Erestor grinned as Glorfindel shook his head and repositioned himself on his stomach across the mattress so that he was face to face with Erestor.
“I am apprehensive,” said Erestor, swallowing hard as Glorfindel’s hand reached out to caress his arms.
“Mmmhmm,” nodded Glorfindel, drawing a single finger down Erestor’s nose before letting it fall from his face to the blanket. “So am I.” Erestor snorted at this, but Glorfindel did not smile, nor did he take offense. “I may be slightly less of a virgin than you, my dear, but a virgin I am nonetheless.”
Zoning in on the look of disbelief that Erestor was giving him, Glorfindel brushed back strands of silky black hair behind perfectly pointed ears and whispered, as if he only now made the discovery, “This body, what you see before you, is not the one you knew in Gondolin. Whatever happened there is memory only. When I stepped upon the shores of Lindon and had breakfast, it was the first meal I knew. When I arrived here and you flung your arms around me in greeting, it was the first time I was hugged. My mind might be filled with the echoes of a past I once lived, but I had to relearn everything. How to walk, how to speak, and even how to breathe. This is the same—a fresh start. You will be my first. My one and only.”
“You have been with others,” said Erestor.
Xanthous and utterly relaxed, Glorfindel looked irresistible, and though he knew this and knew he could easily have shrugged it off or changed the topic, he was not about to skirt the issue. Truthfully, he answered, “I have been with none other in spirit, nor have I any true practice in the art of lovemaking in the form you see before you.”
“Would you truly have me believe you have taken none to your bed since your rebirth?” Erestor picked at a loose thread on the covers with his fingernail. “I can not believe that, for I saw you in the arms of Gildor numerous times in days of old when we were a realm and not an empty house. Yet, you would have me believe you are untouched, when we both know you have had lovers in the past, even in this life.”
Vigorously nodding, Glorfindel answered, “I had only ever done that which you have experienced earlier tonight, and nothing more. I am about to do something I have never done with anyone else, ever, and will never do with anyone else but you, forever. My heart was never really in it with Tauniel. Besides, you and I both know that making love to an elleth is quite different from making love to another ellon. Some say it more intimate, some say more dangerous. I suspect, for us, both are true. I could not be more afraid if you told me there was a balrog roaming the halls this very instant.”
Upon hearing these words, a great relief flowed over Erestor, and he crawled upon the bed, stripping off his sleeping pants as he did so. Glorfindel sat up and did the same, so that when they looked upon one another next, their bodies were bared to each other in the flickering candlelight.
There was one particular spot that Erestor could not keep his eyes from, and Glorfindel chuckled, reaching his hands forward, pulling Erestor’s face to his and kissing his mouth many times before looking into the big brown eyes. They had often seen one another in the nude, but it was the first time they were both erect. Glorfindel was unashamed of his appearance, but there was no doubt Erestor was the better endowed of the pair. “If nothing else,” Glorfindel jested, “we are saving a poor elleth from a very uncomfortable wedding night.”
Snaking his hands around Glorfindel’s waist and allowing them to drift up along his sides and back, Erestor’s smirk was offset by a cry as Glorfindel brought his head down and took Erestor into his mouth for the second time that night. He was gentler than the first time, drawing out his manipulations. Soon, Erestor’s hands had ceased to move, and Glorfindel stopped only long enough to kiss him as he gently coaxed him to lie down on the bed.
Resuming his position, Glorfindel was able to better relax now, and took the entire erection into his mouth and throat. Erestor whimpered and dug his hands into the pillows behind his head. Letting the length slip from his lips, Glorfindel massaged Erestor’s thighs as he placed soothing kisses any place he could reach, until Erestor had calmed. “A moment,” he said, kissing last along the hardened arousal, “something slipped my mind, and I fear you will be overly sore come morning without it.”
Quickly, Glorfindel slid off the bed and disappeared behind a curtain off to the side of the room, reemerging moments later with a bottle of clear liquid. “Now…” he purred as he tossed it on the mattress and leaned over Erestor, kissing his full, swollen lips, “…where were we?” Glorfindel crawled back into place before reaching for the bottle and uncorking it, tossing the stopper onto the table nearby. It made it to its destination, but rolled off onto the floor, unnoticed by Glorfindel as he bowed his head. Erestor answered with a long drawn groan.
Pouring the contents of bottle at the base of Erestor’s erection, Glorfindel took the head into his mouth as the fluid ran down, and he placed his other hand so that the liquid that did not cling to Erestor’s body would coat his fingers before pooling and soaking into the bedcover.
Only then did Erestor register entirely what was about to happen, and a hand grabbed hold of Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Gently,” he whimpered, too embarrassed to open his eyes to look at his lover after making his plea. Instead of feeling an intrusion as Erestor had expected, he felt fingers slide over his skin, covering not only his genitals, but also his inner thighs, pelvic area, and as much of his posterior as Glorfindel could reach without turning him over.
Now, as he relaxed and breathed easy, one hand lightly stroking him, he felt the first breach as a single digit rubbed against his entrance. He braced himself for the invasion, but the hands left him, and he felt Glorfindel shift. Opening his eyes, he saw Glorfindel was retrieving one of the pillows that Erestor was not currently using. Smiling when he saw Erestor’s beautiful deep brown eyes watching him, he tossed the pillow aside and descended upon him, covering the panting mouth with his own. “Relax, sweet one,” he whispered, kissing Erestor once more on the lips before taking hold of the pillow and bringing it with him back to the bottom part of the bed.
Moving Erestor’s legs gently further apart, Glorfindel slipped a hand under his rear, grasping each side in turn as he slid the pillow beneath his lover’s lower back. “This will help,” he murmured, urging Erestor to bend his knees, which he shakily did. “Just beautiful… magnificent…” Words of endearment and encouragement flowed from Glorfindel’s mouth. At previous times, Erestor would have discouraged the silly fragments, but he moaned now as he heard them, and never from that moment on did he hear enough of Glorfindel’s golden tenor.
Letting the remaining drops of liquid drip from the bottle onto his fingers, Glorfindel tossed it carelessly aside and sunk down next to Erestor on the bed. His oiled fingers were roaming the body before him as he propped his head up with his other hand. Blowing a fine stream of air across Erestor’s face, Glorfindel smiled shyly as lashes fluttered and eyes opened, labored breathing accompanying the heaving chest that moved up and down at a furious pace, reminding him of another rhythm he wished to set. “So beautiful… my Erestor…” Glorfindel sealed his mouth over Erestor’s, capturing whatever sound Erestor may have made as what he had awaited finally happened. Glorfindel released Erestor’s lips and a wisp of the keening noise he would have heard followed. “Is it…” Erestor’s voice was small and strained, and he swallowed. “Is it… are you in me?”
“Kiss me,” answered Glorfindel, and Erestor complied. As he did so, Glorfindel slowly wriggled the rest of his finger into the passage, for he had barely half his index finger within at his first try. “That is just my finger.” He curled the digit ever so slightly to demonstrate to Erestor, who gave out a panicked yelp. “Do you want me to take it out?”
“Just… well, yes, but, no, I… I do not know,” panted Erestor. He blinked his eyes, loosing a few tears. Glorfindel kissed these away as Erestor willed himself to relax again. “Do not stop, Fin, just… go slow…”
“I will do whatever you wish,” he promised, kissing Erestor’s nose. “Say the word and I will stop.” Erestor closed his eyes and shook his head, and slowly, Glorfindel pulled his finger from the passage, only to reenter. He removed it once more as Erestor cried out in discomfort and frowned. Moving so that he was back where he could see exactly what he was doing, Glorfindel curled one hand around Erestor’s length, which he was relieved to see was still very hard. When the moaning and panting returned, Glorfindel tried again.
His second attempt at preparing Erestor was more successful, for not only did he continue to hear pleasurable sounds coming from his lover, Glorfindel was surprised and pleased when the pants were interrupted by raw and ragged commands of “deeper” and “faster”. Glorfindel complied, and soon he had added a second digit, and now a third. Knowing it was a poor substitution for what was to come, he was keen to withdraw when Erestor called out his name and demanded he be taken. Now.
Glorfindel positioned himself above Erestor, fumbling for a moment with where the councilor’s long legs were to go. He luckily recalled one of the more graphic novellas he had within his possession, and lifted one leg over his shoulder. Erestor began to prop himself up by his elbows to demand to know what was happening, but Glorfindel leaned forward as well and let the leg drop back down to the bed, and any discussion was lost as they kissed each other fervently.
“Fin!” gasped Erestor, suddenly unable to pull back, unable to move. His eyes were deep brown, nearly black with passion, and fear. He fought to find any other words, but sound even escaped him. Glorfindel claimed Erestor’s lips, and thrust further inside of him, claiming his body. His hands were at Erestor’s waist, Erestor’s nails dug into Glorfindel’s shoulders. As they broke for air, Erestor gasped again as he felt his body tighten and adjust, his own member weeping, and this Glorfindel took in hand.
“Erestor…” Glorfindel nipped and sucked Erestor’s bottom lip as he drew his thumb in circles around the head of his companion’s erection. His other hand moved from waist to chest, easing Erestor back onto the bed. Glorfindel never imagined, never dreamed it would feel so good, and he thought sadly to himself that their first experience together was not going to take very long.
Dragging his fingers down Erestor’s length, Glorfindel began to set a steady rhythm. He was trying to be slow and gentle, as had been Erestor’s want initially, but now the dark elf encouraged him, trying in desperation to move his body closer any time Glorfindel pulled away.
“Careful, you will be sore in the morning as it is,” warned Glorfindel softly, but his eyes were closed and he broke his pace, beginning to furiously make love to Erestor. There was no direct answer, only cries of passion punctuated by Fin’s name.
Before he could stop himself, Glorfindel let out a low growl and plunged deep within, and gripped Erestor harder. Resigning himself to the fact he no longer had to please himself, Glorfindel concentrated his efforts on Erestor’s behalf. He continued to move only his hand at first, but Erestor took hold of Glorfindel’s hips, his body lifting slightly as the carnal movement resumed.
“Aiya! Fin! Oh!” Erestor’s eyes opened wide, his head back, mouth open, and he let out a long hitched breath after his release, and another sigh as he felt the flesh slip from his body, and though he knew he would be sore come daybreak, for the moment there was a smile on his face.
“Do not tell me you enjoyed that,” joked Glorfindel, flopping down on the bed next to him. He was pulled into a kiss a moment later and was wearing a silly smile of his own. Willing himself not to fall immediately asleep, Glorfindel headed behind the curtain to the washroom, returning to tidy things up. Erestor seemed content enough to simply watch and wait, and when Glorfindel shyly offered to share the bed with him for the remainder of the night, he was not hesitant in his answer as he slid between green and burgundy sheets.
“Fin?”
“Yes, my love?”
Erestor bowed his head and smiled at the simple term of endearment. “You do not have anything up here to eat, do you?”
“Hungry?”
“Famished.”
Glorfindel grinned. “I will bring you something from the kitchen if you do me a favor.”
Erestor furrowed his brow, but slowly nodded as Glorfindel disappeared into the other rooms. Glorfindel returned with the journal, as well as a quill and a bottle of silvery grey ink. “I record a lot of daily notes, as you know, and sometimes I write fictional stories to pass the time. I would love for you to… document our encounter for… historical purposes,” he told Erestor carefully before peppering his cheeks with kisses and then leaving the room.
Placing the book in his lap, Erestor carefully opened it, and turned to the first blank page, then set the ink and quill so that they would not cause a mess. Thinking for a moment as to how he would begin, Glorfindel popped back into the room.
“Something the matter?” asked Erestor.
Glorfindel shook his head and smiled, approaching the bed. “I just wanted to make sure you were still really here and that I did not just have a dream.” He kissed Erestor on the top of the head. “I love you, dear Erestor,” he said as he left the room once more.
Lips curling into a smile as he watched his lover leave the room, Erestor dipped the quill into the ink and began to write.
-6-
Glorfindel stretched his arms above his head and took in the room. He did not have any windows in his rooms, but he preferred it that way, for he liked to nap midday and did not like the room to be too bright for it. There was a single flame burning in the lamp on the night table to illuminate the room. Blinking as he turned to the left, and then to the right, Glorfindel sat up in panic in the darkness.
“Erestor?” he called out, pulling the tangle of sheets and blankets from his body. There was no answer as he tumbled from the bed and stumbled to the table, fumbling to light more candles. His hands found something else before finding the flint – something flat. Glorfindel picked up the book and flipped through it, squinting at it in the darkness. Though his sight was poor and he could make out few words, what he saw comforted him. He smiled at the silvery ink and Erestor’s smooth writing, and the notes of what had transpired the previous night.
Letting out a deep sigh, for he had feared for a moment he had only dreamed the encounter, Glorfindel made his way into the washroom. Now that his senses were coming back to him, he realized from the ache in his body that the events that had occurred were most definitely not a dream.
Dressing simply in a pair of loose fitting pants, Glorfindel wandered back through the hallway, hearing humming as he traveled. Entering his reading room, he found Erestor sitting upon the padded stool, sorting through a stack of books on his lap. “Good morning, Wilwarin,” said Glorfindel softly, moving behind Erestor to embrace him.
Erestor smiled, but questioned, “Butterfly?”
“Yes, but you are more beautiful,” said Glorfindel.
“I have been compared to animals before – usually those of the slithering or rodent varieties, but never something so delicate. Why a butterfly?”
“You have always reminded me of one,” admitted Glorfindel, rubbing Erestor’s shoulders. “In Gondolin, you were so eager to learn, you were like a caterpillar, devouring all of the knowledge you could find. You had a very warm personality, like a fat and happy fuzzy little caterpillar. When I found you again, you had sheltered yourself, built a cocoon. I hoped for many long years that one day you would break out of that shell. I wanted the old you back so badly. After Elrond left, after we learned of this bond we shared, I watched as you slowly began to free yourself, but I did not want to press things. A cocoon cannot be forced open, or what is inside dies. You have slowly unfolded your wings through the years we have spent together, Wilwarin, I am happy you finally freed yourself and let me teach you to fly.”
“I like flying,” smirked Erestor, his eyes closed and body relaxed at Glorfindel’s touch.
Grinning, Glorfindel crouched down a little more so that he could wrap his arms around Erestor and place his cheek against his lover’s back. “Perhaps another flying lesson can be arranged.”
“Later. I think my wings are going to fall off if you do not allow me time to rest,” said Erestor. He looked around the desk and asked, “Where do you keep your quills and ink? I must make a few notes before I begin this task.”
Glorfindel strayed one hand down to the bottom desk drawer and opened it, reaching inside without looking. He pulled out a box and casually opened it, then paused.
“Something the matter?” asked Erestor.
“No, nothing, I…” Glorfindel slid his fingers along the feathers, and Erestor looked down to see what was going on. Covering the box swiftly, Glorfindel shied away and stood up, tapping the box with the fingers of one hand.
“What have you got?” wondered Erestor.
“It is a pen,” said Glorfindel, wishing he had not.
Erestor scratched the side of his neck, perplexed. “Can I use it, then?”
Glorfindel uncovered the box and looked inside again. “Yes, but…”
“But what?”
Covering the box once more, Glorfindel explained, “It is a bit silly, really. I know that all you use for pens are peacock feathers, I do not recall why but I know there was a reason.”
“I like the weight of them,” said Erestor, following the now pacing Glorfindel around the room with his eyes.
“There you are,” said Glorfindel, continuing, “Every one I saw you use was black, or dark colored at least. Very solemn and dignified, but always black. Understandably so, the peacock tends to be a bird of that color, or the tail is, at least. However, I happened upon a peacock one day that was golden, a little orangey as well, and he was so kind to drop two feathers for me.” Glorfindel handed the box to Erestor shyly. “It has been in this desk for years uncountable. I had meant to give it to you but the time never came for it, and it always seemed too trivial, and perhaps a little too telling.”
Erestor pulled the lid off to find a feathered quill made with twin golden peacock feathers. The nib was golden as well, not the steel he was used to using. “You made this,” he stated, taking it from the box. It was lighter than he imagined it could be, and the feathers glittered in the light. “It is remarkably beautiful.”
“I guess you like it, then,” Glorfindel said. He was standing against a bookshelf, looking a little embarrassed and a little proud that his gift was so well received.
“I love it.” Erestor set the quill down on the desk and stood up, approaching Glorfindel. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
Lifting a hand to stroke Glorfindel’s cheek, Erestor leaned closer and met Glorfindel’s lips, coaxing the younger elf to relax. Just as Glorfindel began to place his hands upon Erestor’s hips, the dark elf took hold of his lover’s wrists and pinned them up above against the shelves of books. “You said something about… flying lessons,” purred Erestor, rubbing himself against Glorfindel in a most sensuous manner before nipping at the bare throat that presented itself.
“Oh… Erestor…” groaned Glorfindel, fighting to kiss his love once more. He was granted this, but only after torture long enough to arouse him. “Flying… falling… I will do whatever you ask of me,” he panted as they broke for air. “Forever. Always.”
Gliding his hands down along muscled arms, Erestor sighed as he embraced the blond elf and was nuzzled and cuddled in return, tears pricking at his eyes. “I love you, Glorfindel,” said Erestor softly into his lover’s ear as they held one another.
Snuggling closer, Glorfindel whispered, “And I love you, Erestor.”
A sudden, gurgling noise made Glorfindel step back and look down at Erestor’s stomach. “Are you hungry again already?”
“I was in that cocoon a long time,” joked Erestor as another light grumbling came from his midsection.
Glorfindel grinned and shook his head. “Can I make breakfast for you?”
“Sure.” Erestor started back toward the desk. He picked up the quill and twirled it in his fingers. “Umm... do you want me to help you?”
“That would be nice. I would enjoy spending the time with you.” Glorfindel waited in the doorway for Erestor to join him, and then added, “But you need to wear an apron.”
“Oh? Why?”
The blond blushed. “Just humor me, would you?”
Erestor chuckled. “Fine.”
Glorfindel stopped when they reached the sleeping chamber and went to the closet. When he turned around, he saw that Erestor had left. Assuming it was because he needed to go to his rooms for fresh clothing, Glorfindel dressed, tidied up, and left the door open and unlocked as he whistled and walked to the kitchen.
When he arrived, he was surprised to see that Erestor was already there. With elbows resting on the counter, Erestor’s head was bowed and he was focused intently upon a recipe card he had pulled from a box Glorfindel kept on the counter. True to his word, he had donned an apron – it was black – and left his hair loose and his shirt off. Obsidian tresses kept his tanned shoulders half-hidden.
“What shall we make today?” asked Glorfindel cheerily as he pulled another apron – this one blue and white striped – from a peg on the wall.
“I was thinking that these pancakes looked good,” remarked Erestor. “Maybe we can make them and have some dried apples on the side?”
“Sure.” Glorfindel circled around skidded to a stop when he was behind the counter, for he saw something he did not expect.
Erestor glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
“I did not mean JUST the apron.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Erestor pressed his lips together, but the light of his eyes twinkled mirthfully. “Let me go get dressed.”
“Oh, no.” Glorfindel took hold of Erestor’s wrist. He tugged him back to the counter and stood behind him. “Hmm... this seems familiar...” Glorfindel mused as he pressed up against Erestor.
“Library,” recalled Erestor before he let out a gasp. His appearance had quickly affected Glorfindel, whose hard erection made Erestor shiver. “Ink spilled... on the rug...”
“I foresee something spilling on the floor here as well,” prophesized Glorfindel. He leaned forward and kissed Erestor’s cheek. “You and I are going to have so much fun together, darling.”
Erestor turned his head, a rare, truly happy smile on his face before he stole a kiss from his lover. “Of that I have no doubt.”
-4-
I wish that I had changed into something else, for when Glorfindel entered, I felt completely indecent in what I had on. Not until he sat down in the seat I offered him by the fire did I realize he was in the colors of his house, dressed as often he had been in Gondolin.
We did not speak for long, finding comfort in the company of each other. The fire warmed us, as did the wine, and I found need to open the window. A fresh breeze drifted through the room, and Glorfindel looked at me as I returned, and though he blamed his shiver on the wind, I knew better from the look in his eyes.
- - -
Erestor dipped his quill into the jar of ink and frowned as he reread the words. Shifting in bed to gain a better position in which to write – as well as a more comfortable position for his sore muscles, Erestor paused to think, and flipped forward to another passage he had already finished.
- - -
I never would have guessed that the act of making love would cause one to become quite as famished as I was. Glorfindel kindly offered to prepare a snack and bring it back to the room, if I would consider completing a task for him.
Disappearing into the back rooms, Glorfindel returned with this very unfinished journal, as well as a quill and a bottle of silvery grey ink. “I record a lot of daily notes, as you know, and sometimes I write fictional stories to pass the time. I would love for you to… document our encounter for… historical purposes,” Glorfindel had told me carefully before peppering my cheeks with kisses and then leaving the room.
- - -
Realizing that in all honesty he could probably skip the small talk, Erestor began to write once again.
- - -
His eyes wandered across my body, and I felt his touch as well as if it had been his own hand, my breath catching in my throat as his stare lingered. Abruptly, he turned to look at the fire and spoke. “The hour is late. I should retire.” Glorfindel stood up and nodded toward me. I stood as the next words tumbled from my mouth.
“It would be folly for you to leave,” I said to him. He turned and answered,
“It would be folly for me to stay. Unless you have reason otherwise.”
“There is already a fire burning here,” I quickly said, motioning to the small hearth. “It would be wasteful to start another.”
Glorfindel sat back down and regarded me curiously as I seated myself. “I do need to rest,” he told me carefully.
“Is not my bed large enough for two?” My stomach knotted, and I added, “It would be just like when we were in Gondolin.”
“No, it would not,” chuckled Glorfindel.
Sighing deeply, I said, “No, I suppose not.” This was becoming more awkward than I had expected, considering the words Glorfindel had shared with me. “Glorfindel, will you spend this night with me?”
Glorfindel did not answer, instead swirling his drink in his glass. Frustrated, I let my fist drop onto the arm of my chair, startling Fin. “Do you know how difficult this is for me?”
“I told you, you did not have to do anything if you did not want to. I promise you, I shall never take another to my bed, and I will not force you to let me into yours.”
“You are not forcing me to do anything. I am asking you.” Closing my eyes, I rubbed the bridge of my nose. It was then that I realized how formal this was. Had I ever considered saying anything so intimate to a lover while sitting across the room? Had I thought properly of this, I would have asked him to join me on the furs before the fire instead of the chairs nearby.
In one fluid motion, I was standing and another moment later, knelt before Glorfindel and took his free hand into mine. “Aiya, Fin, you make things so difficult,” I chided, ignoring his sudden look of confusion as he placed his glass aside and curled his other hand around mine. “Too long have I been alone, dear Fin. I wish to be complete, and you are the one who completes me.”
Playing with my fingers, rubbing them in his own hands, he leaned forward as he bent nearer. Something of the old Glorfindel was there in his eyes, the Glorfindel I met in Gondolin, that quiet and reserved elf that I thought had perished long ago. That Elf that I loved, that I still loved, so very much. “Would you permit me to kiss you, Erestor?”
My throat constricted upon his request, but I managed to nod my consent to him. “Please?” I whispered. Softly our lips met, then slid, parted, and opened. I surprised myself as I let my tongue glide over his, exploring his mouth hungrily and more boldly than I had planned to. I withdrew abruptly, feeling guilty as I saw his wide-eyed stare.
Blushing, I turned my head and swallowed hard as I tried to pull myself up. Instead, Glorfindel moved forward and fell to his own knees on the floor. His hands left mine and found their way to my burning cheeks, and with some trepidation, I looked up into his eyes.
We held that gaze for some time as the wood in the fireplace snapped and spit, rain beginning to run down the high windows, errant drops hitting the floor beneath the open one. I did not expect him to lunge at me as he did, but if he had been slower, I may have turned away once more. His tongue thrust into my mouth, hands sliding back into my hair. I had little choice but to submit, my own fingers wrapping around his shoulders, clawing and kneading as he fed my long hidden hunger.
Neither of us made any attempt to change our position, simply kissing and caressing one another, saying nothing. It was so easy to simply love and be loved, after living so long without love. I jerked slightly when Glorfindel’s hand found its way deep into the folds of my robe and beneath the fabric that covered lower, and he began to pull away. Catching his wrist, I placed his hand back where it had been.
“Touch me, Fin. Help me, please. Satisfy this need I did not know I had.”
His tone changed. It was not quite accusational, but it was close. “You knew. You always knew.”
I found I could not deny it. “Please...”
“Please?” He brought a finger to my mouth, tracing my lips. “Please... a request. Even more, to be made happy... given pleasure... delight... gratification... satisfaction...” The finger moved slowly down my chin, over my throat and the knot as I swallowed. It continued over my chest, following the muscles. He suddenly pulled it away. “But am I to satisfy your need or are you to satisfy mine?” he asked cryptically. I paused, stopping my hands where they were upon his thighs.
“Are they not one in the same?”
“Dear Erestor, there is a great amount of physical improbability to what you suggest,” he answered with a wink. His hands and lips began to move once more over my clothed body. Drawing his tongue over the curve of my ear to the point, he nipped and asked, “Do you wish to give or to receive?”
That is when the impact of what I was about to partake in finally came to me. When morning came, my soul would be bound – fused forever to Glorfindel’s. I was filled with fear, and with excitement, and could not seem to think.
“Erestor?” Glorfindel drew back and his eyes searched mine as his hand began to slowly stroke the inside of my thigh, letting his hand wander slowly.
“I do not know, Glorfindel,” I panted truthfully, letting my eyelids droop.
“Tell me how you feel, beautiful one,” purred Glorfindel. He licked my throat, and I bent my head back with a moan, encouraging his touch. His fingers gently slid the meager robe from my shoulders, and as it fell to the ground, his hands pushed down the material that hindered him below. “Tell me truly. Hide nothing. Reveal yourself to me.”
“I burn,” I gasped, digging my fingers into his upper arms as he curled his own hand around my most private of places. “You have set me on fire, and I burn for you. I wish to be yours. Completely yours.”
“Then I shall have you,” he growled, low and soft, and began to nuzzle at my neck as his hands began the task of removing the rest of my clothing. “I shall take you... and keep you... for you are mine now.” I found I could do little more than steady myself, hands upon his shoulders, as he kissed my throat and pulled at the sash that had been tied about his own waist, dropping it to the floor. “Erestor…” he whispered against my skin. “My Erestor…”
I shuddered and exploded despite the lack of his physical touch, and blushed a deep crimson this time. There was a sort of dumb look on Glorfindel’s face as he ran his fingers through the silvery discharge that had sprayed upon my skin, as if he needed contact with the proof before believing it. “You are a most sensual elf,” he told me, looking around for something to clean things up.
“Nay, it is you,” I countered, breathing heavily, still holding him within my grasp. “Your words are the perfect intercourse.”
“You only think that because I have not had my way with you yet,” he smirked, pulling the sash he had discarded moments ago from the discarded clothing and using it to clean me. “Just wait until I have you beneath me in that bed.” His eyes flitted to my mattress, left unmade across the room. “You may think you have known pleasure before, but I promise you, I will have you begging for me to...” He stopped before entirely finishing, and bowed his head, lowering his body down.
I held my breath as his tongue came in contact with my flesh, licking the droplets that had not yet been cleaned from my stomach and thighs. “Fin,” I whimpered as the tip of his tongue flicked out and danced across my skin, panicking now as I began to realize just what I was getting myself into. “Fin…I cannot…It is just, I do not…” My protest died as I felt a sudden warmth flood my body. I looked down and beheld such a sight as never I expected. Waves of pleasure overtook my fears, and I rested my hands on his shoulders, head thrown back as he provided such stimulation as I had not often known, and hardly recalled. Yet, this time was different from so many others. This time it felt overwhelmingly good, and I set my hands on the back of his head to coax him further for my voice failed me.
The rhythm Glorfindel set was exquisite, and soon my words were nothing more than mewls and whimpers, sounds I never thought myself capable of making. I was never so undone with another lover, never comfortable enough to allow myself such freedom to let go. Once more was I erect, and he took me fully into his mouth before letting me slip away, dragging his teeth lightly across my flesh so that I cried out, cursing, and begging – as predicted – when the sensation ebbed away.
“I think you can,” he purred. “I think you want to,” he pressed. Glorfindel stood and looked down as I lifted my chin, gazing up at him. His smile was warm and lazy as he set his hand upon my head, dragging his fingers back through my hair. He twisted his fingers and pulled back, dominating for that moment as he held me in place. “I think you will.”
Before I could answer, he left. His hand was gone from my hair, he from my chambers, and I knelt upon the floor, with nothing more than my own labored breath to hear. Settling back, balancing on the palms of my hands, I knew the choice before me.
His promise was never to bring up the matter again, not unless I had. And I had. Oh, had I ever. Yet, close at it had come, he still gave me the choice. A final means to escape my fate. Our fate. Predestined. I shuddered. I never had a choice, I realized, and yet, through this act of concession on his part, the choice was now clear in my mind.
I stood, and I ached, but it was my soul and not my body that controlled my thoughts now. No longer was I listening to what I thought, but instead, to what I felt. What I knew, and had somehow always known.
- - -
Presently, Glorfindel entered through the open doorway, bringing with him a large steaming plate and a pitcher of cool water. Setting them on a long table that was against the wall, he leaned over to kiss Erestor’s cheek, and then headed into the back rooms, coming back with a pair of drinking glasses. “How is it coming along?” Glorfindel asked, settling down on the bed next to where Erestor was propped up against the pillows. Erestor moved a little more toward the center to give Glorfindel more space and counted the pages he had written in.
“I have finished seven pages,” Erestor told him, handing Glorfindel the quill so that it could be placed aside. “What have you brought?”
“I have brought you something delicious,” replied Glorfindel. Erestor awaited an answer, and Glorfindel grinned. “Oh, you mean the food…” He reached around to retrieve the snack while Erestor slapped his shoulder. Chuckling, Glorfindel held the plate with one hand and pulled one of the treats from it, a trail of melted cheese clinging to it as he lifted it in front of Erestor’s mouth.
“What are they?” Erestor asked, putting the book aside.
“They are very good,” answered Glorfindel.
Erestor laughed. “You have no clue!”
“It is something the Halflings eat, you must trust me! It is good. Very good,” he corrected.
Leaning forward, Erestor bit into the food he was offered. Hidden under the cheese were buttered mushrooms, slices of pepper, and chunks of tomato on top of bread. “This is very good. Much better than what I made for dinner.”
“It is nothing, really,” Glorfindel smiled, feeding the rest of that slice to Erestor. “You know, this has been quite a day,” he said, licking his buttery fingers.
“Mmmhmm,” agreed Erestor as he chewed. After swallowing, he said, “Quite an incredible day.”
“I am sorry about your library,” blurted out Glorfindel. “I know how much work you put into it, and what you had to do to convince Elrond to even build one, which seems so silly considering the hours he used to spend in it. But, it was not his library, it was your library, and I am sure when we get to Valinor, he is going to just let you still keep the books where you would like, or, is there a public library in Valinor? I am sorry, I do not know some of these things, and I just hate to see you unhappy.”
Erestor picked up one of the cheesy slices of bread and ate it quietly. When he finished, he said, “Today I realized how much I am going to miss Imladris. It is not just the books, Fin, it is the entire place. Everywhere else I lived never seemed quite like home, quite like Valinor. But this house comes close.”
“You are still going to sail eventually?” asked Glorfindel with worry.
“Oh, yes,” replied Erestor. “In time. But I will miss Imladris.” Sighing, he added, “I think now I may miss it even more.” His eyes had a faraway look, and he closed them as his chin trembled.
Glorfindel put aside the plate and drew his arms around Erestor. “We are not leaving yet,” he said in a happy and slightly silly voice that immediately became serious. “Please do not cry, Erestor,” he said, soft and low. “I can not stand the pain of it.”
“I am not going to cry, Glorfindel,” Erestor assured him, “though, I think right now, I might be amiable to any of the comforting, holding, and… and kissing that you wrote about earlier.”
“Only kissing?” sighed Glorfindel playfully.
“Comforting and holding were also mentioned.”
This caused Glorfindel to pout. “That appears to be a very limited list of options you have given me, Ress.”
“Ress? Who is Ress?”
“You are, my dear,” stated Glorfindel.
“Since when?”
“If I am Fin, then you are Ress,” Glorfindel said matter-of-factly. “Glor-FIN-del, E-RESS-tor.”
“It is not E-restor, it is ER-estor,” corrected Erestor pointedly. “Honestly.”
“I am not calling you Er, that just sounds silly, as does Es. Now, I have put a lot of thought into this, and I think Ress suits you.”
“No, Erestor suits me,” argued the darker elf. “It is my name, and what I wish to be called.”
Erestor found himself flat on his back and pinned down a moment later. “I love the sound of your name,” purred Glorfindel after dragging his tongue along Erestor’s jaw. “Even more,” he continued, nipping at the other’s ear, “I love to hear your name on my lips. I think you love to hear your name on my lips even more than I love saying your name,” he flicked his tongue at the tip of Erestor’s ear and whispered, “Erestor – Not, E-res-tor…” Even the incorrect pronunciation made the elf beneath him shudder.
“Now, in the future – in the very near future, I should hope – when we make love, I should like to have something a bit simpler to call you. I could simply say—“ Glorfindel sat up and back a little now that Erestor was temporarily subdued, and taking hold of his lover’s hardening length, continued in a low and seductive voice, “—I could say to you, as you thrust into me, deep within my body, I could call out, ‘Oh, yes, my love, yes!’.” Glorfindel abruptly stopped, and Erestor whined as the touching ceased. “Very impersonal,” Glorfindel explained, pretending to ignore the needful moans. “I could also simply use your entire name. For example,” Glorfindel wrapped his hand around the stiff member, and resuming his manipulation, cried out rather convincingly, “Oh Erestor, by the Valar! Do not stop, Erestor! Do not cease!”
It was not Erestor who paused, but Glorfindel, whose hands were now firmly on either side of Erestor’s waist. Erestor let out a frustrated sob as Glorfindel lowered himself again, so that his lips were almost upon Erestor’s ear as he spoke, and his lover’s erection was pressed between their bodies. “But I think there are enough who call you Erestor, and I would call you something more personal than that. Just as you called out to me, your voice hoarse and strained, crying out to ‘Fin’, telling him to take your flushed, aching, beautiful body, Erestor, I would have something to scream when it is you who has me undone.”
Words tumbled into Erestor’s ear, words of desire, of such passion, though neither had penetrated the other’s body, Glorfindel assaulted Erestor’s mind with such heat, he threw back his head and moaned as he heard them. “Deeper, Ress, yes—Oh! Yes… Take me harder, Ress, take me over the edge, do not stop!” panted Glorfindel, causing himself to be aroused. “I think the name to be perfect, Ress,” growled Glorfindel, and Erestor was barely able to nod.
“Now, Ress,” Glorfindel said, propping himself back up and causing Erestor to become even more frustrated, “I do believe that you have greatly limited my options for the remainder of the evening.”
“Fin…” Erestor whined and blinked his eyes open. “I just had hoped not to be so sore come morning.”
Grinning, Glorfindel had their positions reversed moments later, and winked up at Erestor. “Who said you would get to have all the fun?” he asked, folding his arms behind his head as he spread his legs further apart. Erestor licked his lips and smiled down at him. “I do not expect to be sore, Ress,” Glorfindel continued, “I expect to be completely unable to walk in the morning.”
“Is that a challenge?” Erestor inquired.
“Oh, I was quite hoping it would be a promise,” said Glorfindel, conjuring up a very naughty look.
“I hate to break promises,” murmured Erestor as he bowed his head and nuzzled Glorfindel’s neck.
Glorfindel’s head lolled back and turned to the side. “How do you want me?”
“Hmm?” Erestor sat back on his haunches.
“Not like this,” drawled Glorfindel as he sat up until the tip of his nose was touching the tip of Erestor’s. “You want me... like this...?” Glorfindel turned over and balanced on his elbows and knees, presenting his bare body to his lover.
“Oh... yes...” Erestor swallowed hard and placed a hand gently upon Glorfindel’s hip, fingertips only. “Yes. Like this,” he agreed, languidly moving his fingers along Glorfindel’s side. His other hand rested upon Glorfindel’s thigh. Erestor looked around nervously, and when he made no other move, Glorfindel looked over his shoulder and caught the uncertain expression.
“Darling, there is no one here but you and I,” he said reassuringly. “Do what you want, baby. Love me slow, take me hard, no one is watching.”
Erestor moved his hands away, dropping them to his side. “I do not wish to harm you.”
As he smiled softly, Glorfindel closed his eyes and said, “I am ready for you. Go ahead; see for yourself.”
Just as when he was confused about a recipe, Erestor’s tongue peeked out from one corner of his mouth as he carefully used his hands to move both sides of Glorfindel’s rear apart. He frowned as he examined what he found, unsure of what he was looking for.
After about a minute, Glorfindel opened one eye, lifted his head slightly, and opened the other. “You are such a virgin!” he said with playful laughter. “Just stick your finger in there. Go on. You will not hurt me.”
Erestor took a deep breath and hesitantly did as he was told. Once past the small yet relaxed entrance, he slid right in, the passage slick. He blinked in surprise as he easily pulled his finger back out with little resistance and heard Glorfindel happily sigh.
“Told you. You really need to learn to trust me more.”
“How did you—“
“When I was in the kitchen.” He arched his back willingly. “I found some oil that was not too thick.”
“Is this safe?” worried Erestor.
“More or less,” Glorfindel replied. “Now, stop thinking with the head on your shoulders. It is not every day that the most gorgeous, charming blond warrior in all of creation places himself at your mercy, to be taken as you will.”
Erestor rubbed his oily finger over the tip of his erection. “Maybe not, but I expect it to happen more often from now on.”
“Noted, counselor. Now, if you would be so kind, will you please shove that rock hard cock of yours up my---“ The next word was cut off as the charming blond warrior lowered his gorgeous head back down onto the pillow and moaned. “My...” His voice muffled into the pillow as Erestor shifted the rest of his weight forward.
“You were saying?” asked Erestor slyly as he held Glorfindel’s hips with firm hands.
“I... I was... I forgot...” Glorfindel strained to lift his back end up as high as possible. “Come on... move or something...”
The first few thrusts were so awkward that Glorfindel groaned not in pleasure but in frustration. “Stop, stop, hold on.” He managed to gain Erestor’s attention and sighed.
“What? In and out, I was doing it right,” Erestor began to argue.
“I will give you in and out,” Glorfindel conceded, “but there is more to it than that. There should be... rhythm. Like music—like dancing,” he said quickly, aware of Erestor’s frustration. “Close your eyes and try it.”
Erestor mumbled something about being taken to task by a youth less than half his age, but closed his eyes nonetheless. “Alright, my eyes are closed.” He rested back into a low kneeling position as well, for he had become flaccid and discouraged. “Now what?”
There was a rustle of the sheets, which was soon followed by the feeling of warm breath on Erestor’s neck as Glorfindel snuggled up behind him. “I want you... to make love to me. I want you to fuck me. Hard.” Every sentence was punctuated by a nip on the shoulder or a swipe of Glorfindel’s tongue around Erestor’s jaw or ear.
“I want you buried deep. So deep. To the root. Again and again and again.” Glorfindel’s teeth tugged on a sensitive earlobe. “And then...”
“Yes?” Erestor had to swallow, mouth dry from panting.
“Then, I want you to explode,” whispered Glorfindel as he crawled back into position. “I want you to fill me so full it drips down my leg when you pull out. Open your eyes.”
Erestor did, seeing first his erection once again jutting forward, pointing directly toward it’s target.
“Erestor.” Glorfindel waited until they made eye contact. “Fuck me. Please.”
Long-hidden instinct took over. Erestor grasped Glorfindel’s hips and plunged into the moist heat, growling in pleasure. It was less awkward, but still timid to begin. With Glorfindel’s encouragement, Erestor increased his pace and confidence.
They made love throughout the night, stopping only briefly now and then, until exhaustion slowed their muscles and minds. With a mutual promise to continue their sexual explorations the next day, they sleepily and almost bashfully cuddled under the covers, sharing kisses and secrets and an occasional tearful revelation about the past.
In the early morning hours, while Glorfindel slept, enfolded in Erestor’s arms, the elder elf recalled the first episode of lovemaking they had shared late that previous evening in the very bed they rested. His body hurt, but it was such a wonderful pain, having exerted himself to exhaustion, but too happy to rest.
Nestled against him, so tired that he had drifted from reverie to sleep, Glorfindel was peacefully relaxed in his arms. Freeing one hand, Erestor used it to lightly touch his newly discovered lover, smiling as Glorfindel cuddled closer and mumbled a few words.
“I love you, too, Fin,” returned Erestor, kissing Glorfindel’s nose before letting his body rest and his mind wander to previous events.
-5-
Erestor walked briskly down the hall, covering the short distance between their rooms very quickly. Glorfindel had left his door open, and Erestor entered without knocking, finding a weary looking elf sitting on the edge of the bed.
Glorfindel actually looked a little surprised, and before he could stand, Erestor had dropped to his knees before him, seeking out the lips of the other with his own. His hands found Glorfindel’s thighs, fingers gripping them tightly as he pulled back. “Glorfindel, there are some things I must tell you.”
“Erestor, I understand if you-“
Erestor placed his hand over Glorfindel’s lips to silence him. “Let me speak. I need to say these things, even that which you know. I want you to know everything. I do not want questions or doubts between us.
“I told you long ago that I was once romantically involved with an elleth in Valinor. Obviously, nothing came from it. I am not bitter-- I still care deeply for her as you know, but I do not hold her decision against her. She was not the only lover I have had, but none of them ended well – and, all of them ended. However, I did not wish to give my heart to another so freely again unless I was certain I had finally found the other half of my soul.” Erestor paused and lifted a hand to Glorfindel’s cheek. “I knew for a long while, but my fear and uncertainty stopped me. You might think things in Gondolin were bad. I came from a place and time where the physical penalties may not have existed, but the mental anguish from being publicly shamed by family, friends, and the community was exhausting and caused many who would otherwise have lived happily with their chosen spouse to seek out someone they barely loved to fit society’s standards.”
“You speak… very personally about that,” said Glorfindel with a careful amount of hope. Erestor flinched. “You must have… known someone?”
“A very good friend,” he said, averting his gaze momentarily. He frowned and then looked back. “I am a proud elf, Glorfindel, that is not something I have ever hidden. What I need is for someone to love me, not take care of me. I am quite capable of that on my own.” Stopping when he realized how harsh his words sounded, he added, “That does not mean… that I do not want you to take care of me from time to time… just that… I do not need you to. I still want us to have our independence, if you follow me.”
Waiting to see if Erestor was going to continue, Glorfindel then spoke. “Dear Erestor, I have taken care of you for some years now, just as you have at times taken care of me. I do not wish you to recall the times I have put myself before you in danger, because you would not know all of them.”
“What are you saying?” questioned Erestor.
Glorfindel placed his own hands on either side of Erestor’s face and bent down to kiss him. “Sweetheart, I have been taking care of you since we met in Gondolin. I watched you when I could, and did my best to keep you safe when I could not. Do you recall, when you came into the city, how you could not ride a horse or even sit upon the back of one without falling from the saddle?”
“I fell because the horse moved,” Erestor replied dryly, recalling the lessons Glorfindel and Ecthelion had given him in riding. “I do remember the instruction. I am glad for it, as I was able to offer my service to Lord Elrond as horse master of his stables when Imladris was being built. My intent when I came here was to convince him he needed me as his librarian, alas, without a library, that made the task difficult.” He looked away, deep in thought. “I owe you much for that.”
“You owe me nothing, dear Erestor,” said Glorfindel. “I had motives of my own.” Bowing his head, he admitted softly, “From that day on, that first spark between us grew. I knew what I wanted, but I feared as well—I feared the wrath of Turgon, and I feared for your life much more than my own. I wanted you to learn to ride, aye, but I was, in my mind… courting you in secret…”
“What?” laughed Erestor, and he stretched up to kiss Glorfindel. “Fin, you were not much more than a child.”
“That was what Ecthelion kept telling me.”
Erestor’s jaw dropped. “Thel knew?”
Swallowing hard, Glorfindel continued, “When he finally convinced me you had no interest whatsoever, I vowed to myself that if I could not have you, at the least, I would not lose you.”
“That is why you never deterred me when I asked you to teach me how to fight. There were so many other scholars who knew what a sword was only from sketches they had seen in books; you preferred I continue to train with you and not with Rog, and… oh, of course,” he muttered as he began to smile. “You wanted to keep a closer eye on me. You wanted me around as much as possible.”
Blushing, Glorfindel nodded and said, “You must remember the day you were asked to be the warden of the fifth gate.”
“Asked?” laughed Erestor. “King Turgon proclaimed it. I did not have much of a choice,” replied Erestor. Upon completion of the seventh gate of Gondolin, Ecthelion had moved to the place of honor as the guardian of the gate of steel, while Glorfindel then became the lord of the sixth gate. This left the fifth gate without a guard, except that Turgon had in his service a scribe whose talents for sword fighting and horse riding were not being used in his posting to the libraries. And so for a short time, Erestor was Lord Guardian Erestor of the Silver Stars, Warden of the Fifth Gate of Gondolin. He may have complained at first, but he loved his duties and had fond memories, until the time that the city fell.
“Well… actually… “ Glorfindel slid down off the bed to sit on the floor with Erestor. “Turgon wanted to make you head of the sixth gate. I told him I was insulted, that I should rightfully serve as the warden of that gate. It was a good act, but I was terribly frightened he would find out my true motive. By then he knew about me, but the punishment may well have been severe for you—remember what happened to Duilin and Salgant,” he said grimly. “Still, I had to take the chance. I did not really care at all what I was doing, I was so grateful to have the recognition I did have in Gondolin. What mattered to me was keeping you safe, and I could not do that if you were guarding the sixth gate. From the sixth gate, I could watch the fifth gate, and I could come to your aid if needed. As far as I know, he either believed my story, or he said nothing to anyone about his assumptions, if he had any.”
The room was silent as Erestor absorbed this new information and the pair gently touched one another, exploring somewhat innocently, until Glorfindel had managed to prop himself against the foot of the bed. His knees he bent as he parted his legs and beckoned Erestor to sit closer. The dark Noldo situated himself with his back comfortably against one of Glorfindel’s legs, drawing his own up so that his chin rested on his knees. “I hate to ask-“
“The balrog?” Glorfindel nodded. “It came after you as we fled, and I was not about to fail after all those years. I do not know what I would have done if another had happened in its path. I hardly had the strength to stand at that point. When I saw it had cornered you, there was no question in my mind as to what I had to do. I found some reserve, I fought with every bit of strength that remained. I was not going to let that creature hurt you. I only regret not telling you when we were in Gondolin. I was going to, that morning, before the battle. I was so close,” he admitted. “I have loved you for a long time, Erestor, and I have not stopped. But… you know that.”
“I know. I knew you did. Well, it was obvious, you wear your heart on your sleeve.”
“And you lock yours away from those who would accept you as you are, and offer it to those who wish you to change,” said Glorfindel sadly.
Erestor looked a little hurt, but finally nodded. “I know. I should have… part of me wanted to give you a chance sooner, but I know you have spent intimate time with others. Gildor, Faelion… I guess Tauniel does not count,” said Erestor.
“If you think that list is impressive, listen to this one: Galadriel, Aredhel, Aranel, Skye, um… uh, that girl from the brothel, the… shoot, there was one in Greenwood, and some other one in Lothlorien, and you did something with Tauniel, too, and I suppose from the way you are looking mightily guilty, there are others.”
Erestor nodded sheepishly.
“Do you even remember all of their names?”
Erestor bowed his head and tried not to laugh.
“I thought so. At least I remember all of mine.” Glorfindel placed his fingertips on Erestor’s chin and tilted his head back up again. “How long will it be before you forget my name?”
“I will never forget your name,” vowed Erestor, taking hold of Glorfindel’s hand and holding it tightly. “Never.”
“Never?” prodded Glorfindel, a teasing note in his voice.
“Seriously. Never. You… mean so much to me. You are so much a part of my life,” explained Erestor. “You are, put simply, unforgettable.”
Glorfindel smiled at this and initiated a kiss that led to many more. They sat on the floor, snuggling closer and closer as they giddily kissed and caressed one another. Glorfindel pulled away for air, and said casually, “Knock, knock.”
“What?”
“No, not what. You have heard the children tell knock, knock jokes before,” prodded Glorfindel. “Knock, knock.”
Erestor paused uncertainly. “Who is there?”
“See! You forgot me already!” A grin was plastered across Glorfindel’s face as Erestor groaned and bowed his head.
“That was a trick,” he accused, pointing his finger squarely at Glorfindel’s nose. Glorfindel kissed the tip of the scolding digit. “You made me do that.”
“I will not deny it,” admitted Glorfindel. “I will also not deny that, yes, I have had previous lovers. Although I never fully gave my body to another male, nor have I ever taken another male’s body, many nights was my lust sated in the company of another. Tauniel was one time only, and not with this body, and necessary, and I do not regret my decision even if I still carry with me the burden of the aftermath.” He blinked away the threatening tears. “I do regret those other nights were not spent with you. As much as I did care deeply for Gildor and for Faelion, it is you who has my heart.”
Erestor nodded and let his hand slide up and down Glorfindel’s leg, smiling at how good and natural it felt. “I, too, have had encounters with others, but none that would bind me to them. I think I must have been unconsciously waiting for you.”
The genuine bliss on Glorfindel’s face broadened Erestor’s smile in return. “I only wish you had not waited so long.”
“We have time to change that now,” offered Erestor.
“We have all the time in the world,” agreed Glorfindel. “I told you, I really do love you, and I will wait as long as-” Erestor’s hand gently silenced him again.
“I want to be loved.”
Glorfindel pulled Erestor’s hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly. “I truly do love you, Erestor,” Glorfindel assured him.
Erestor shook his head, and realized Glorfindel had not understood his words. Despite speaking Sindarin for many years, he still thought in Quenya and translated as he spoke. Sometimes the translations did flow accurately, though he was pleased that there had been no hurdles through the rest of the evening. “I need to be loved,” he begged.
“You deserve to be worshipped,” answered the blond, leaning forward to nip the inviting ear before him.
“Glorfindel,” moaned Erestor in frustration, “I want you to love me… now… tonight…”
“Not just tonight, dear Erestor, every night…” he purred, but stopped abruptly, truly knowing now what Erestor meant. “Now?” he squeaked, and Erestor thought it one of the most endearing sounds he had heard.
“Yes.” Erestor closed his eyes and shuddered. “I want you to love me. Make love to me,” he added quickly as he recalled the proper phrase.
Glorfindel’s eyes grew huge as he sat back. “You are sure about this?”
Taking hold of one of Glorfindel’s hands, he moved it to the front of his pants, stretched with the strain of his erection. “I may be proud, Fin,” he gasped as Glorfindel dragged his fingers along the bulge, “but I am not above begging right now.”
When Glorfindel looked up, Erestor saw that tears were in the eyes of his soul mate. Leaning forward, he kissed Glorfindel’s eyes as they fluttered shut, keeping the tears from spilling over. Glorfindel took a deep breath and said, “You ask only for love, but let me complete you, Erestor. Be with me now and forever,” he pleaded.
“I ask for you,” corrected Erestor.
“You have me, Erestor. Always, you have had me.”
Yet they remained on the floor, for neither wanted to assert dominance over the other, but hands continued to roam as they pleased, and eyes watched with interest. Ears listened to the open-mouthed gasps and shameless pants until Erestor mewled with frustration. “Do you not have a more suitable surface for such activities?” he scolded playfully when he had had enough of the wooden floor covered with barely more than a worn deerskin.
“I did not wish to assume we were to complete such activities here,” grinned Glorfindel, managing with some difficulty to stand after Erestor had. Walking to the side of the bed that Erestor stood at, he looked to his empty fireplace, knowing Erestor did not tend to sleep without a fire burning, but not in the mood to tend to one now. “I have no fire burning in the hearth,” he apologized.
“Then you shall have to do your best to keep me warm without one,” said Erestor. His eyes were not on the empty darkness at the wall, but on the deep green and burgundy that covered the large bed before him. His face was set as if carved of stone, eyeing up the bed as if it were something to be conquered – and perhaps, to him, it was.
Stepping behind the Noldo, Glorfindel brought his fingers to the thin robe, unsure if Erestor had realized how seductive his outfit was. Gently sliding it off his companion’s arms and down his back, Glorfindel licked his ear and whispered, “Go ahead, then, or would you like for me to throw you down on the mattress and ravish you?”
Erestor leaned back against his lover, sighing at the feel of him. In a flash, he pulled away from Glorfindel and pushed him down onto the bed. With a smirk, Erestor knelt down next to the bedside; putting his folded arms atop it and resting his head in them, watching Glorfindel throw back his head and laugh for a moment. Erestor grinned as Glorfindel shook his head and repositioned himself on his stomach across the mattress so that he was face to face with Erestor.
“I am apprehensive,” said Erestor, swallowing hard as Glorfindel’s hand reached out to caress his arms.
“Mmmhmm,” nodded Glorfindel, drawing a single finger down Erestor’s nose before letting it fall from his face to the blanket. “So am I.” Erestor snorted at this, but Glorfindel did not smile, nor did he take offense. “I may be slightly less of a virgin than you, my dear, but a virgin I am nonetheless.”
Zoning in on the look of disbelief that Erestor was giving him, Glorfindel brushed back strands of silky black hair behind perfectly pointed ears and whispered, as if he only now made the discovery, “This body, what you see before you, is not the one you knew in Gondolin. Whatever happened there is memory only. When I stepped upon the shores of Lindon and had breakfast, it was the first meal I knew. When I arrived here and you flung your arms around me in greeting, it was the first time I was hugged. My mind might be filled with the echoes of a past I once lived, but I had to relearn everything. How to walk, how to speak, and even how to breathe. This is the same—a fresh start. You will be my first. My one and only.”
“You have been with others,” said Erestor.
Xanthous and utterly relaxed, Glorfindel looked irresistible, and though he knew this and knew he could easily have shrugged it off or changed the topic, he was not about to skirt the issue. Truthfully, he answered, “I have been with none other in spirit, nor have I any true practice in the art of lovemaking in the form you see before you.”
“Would you truly have me believe you have taken none to your bed since your rebirth?” Erestor picked at a loose thread on the covers with his fingernail. “I can not believe that, for I saw you in the arms of Gildor numerous times in days of old when we were a realm and not an empty house. Yet, you would have me believe you are untouched, when we both know you have had lovers in the past, even in this life.”
Vigorously nodding, Glorfindel answered, “I had only ever done that which you have experienced earlier tonight, and nothing more. I am about to do something I have never done with anyone else, ever, and will never do with anyone else but you, forever. My heart was never really in it with Tauniel. Besides, you and I both know that making love to an elleth is quite different from making love to another ellon. Some say it more intimate, some say more dangerous. I suspect, for us, both are true. I could not be more afraid if you told me there was a balrog roaming the halls this very instant.”
Upon hearing these words, a great relief flowed over Erestor, and he crawled upon the bed, stripping off his sleeping pants as he did so. Glorfindel sat up and did the same, so that when they looked upon one another next, their bodies were bared to each other in the flickering candlelight.
There was one particular spot that Erestor could not keep his eyes from, and Glorfindel chuckled, reaching his hands forward, pulling Erestor’s face to his and kissing his mouth many times before looking into the big brown eyes. They had often seen one another in the nude, but it was the first time they were both erect. Glorfindel was unashamed of his appearance, but there was no doubt Erestor was the better endowed of the pair. “If nothing else,” Glorfindel jested, “we are saving a poor elleth from a very uncomfortable wedding night.”
Snaking his hands around Glorfindel’s waist and allowing them to drift up along his sides and back, Erestor’s smirk was offset by a cry as Glorfindel brought his head down and took Erestor into his mouth for the second time that night. He was gentler than the first time, drawing out his manipulations. Soon, Erestor’s hands had ceased to move, and Glorfindel stopped only long enough to kiss him as he gently coaxed him to lie down on the bed.
Resuming his position, Glorfindel was able to better relax now, and took the entire erection into his mouth and throat. Erestor whimpered and dug his hands into the pillows behind his head. Letting the length slip from his lips, Glorfindel massaged Erestor’s thighs as he placed soothing kisses any place he could reach, until Erestor had calmed. “A moment,” he said, kissing last along the hardened arousal, “something slipped my mind, and I fear you will be overly sore come morning without it.”
Quickly, Glorfindel slid off the bed and disappeared behind a curtain off to the side of the room, reemerging moments later with a bottle of clear liquid. “Now…” he purred as he tossed it on the mattress and leaned over Erestor, kissing his full, swollen lips, “…where were we?” Glorfindel crawled back into place before reaching for the bottle and uncorking it, tossing the stopper onto the table nearby. It made it to its destination, but rolled off onto the floor, unnoticed by Glorfindel as he bowed his head. Erestor answered with a long drawn groan.
Pouring the contents of bottle at the base of Erestor’s erection, Glorfindel took the head into his mouth as the fluid ran down, and he placed his other hand so that the liquid that did not cling to Erestor’s body would coat his fingers before pooling and soaking into the bedcover.
Only then did Erestor register entirely what was about to happen, and a hand grabbed hold of Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Gently,” he whimpered, too embarrassed to open his eyes to look at his lover after making his plea. Instead of feeling an intrusion as Erestor had expected, he felt fingers slide over his skin, covering not only his genitals, but also his inner thighs, pelvic area, and as much of his posterior as Glorfindel could reach without turning him over.
Now, as he relaxed and breathed easy, one hand lightly stroking him, he felt the first breach as a single digit rubbed against his entrance. He braced himself for the invasion, but the hands left him, and he felt Glorfindel shift. Opening his eyes, he saw Glorfindel was retrieving one of the pillows that Erestor was not currently using. Smiling when he saw Erestor’s beautiful deep brown eyes watching him, he tossed the pillow aside and descended upon him, covering the panting mouth with his own. “Relax, sweet one,” he whispered, kissing Erestor once more on the lips before taking hold of the pillow and bringing it with him back to the bottom part of the bed.
Moving Erestor’s legs gently further apart, Glorfindel slipped a hand under his rear, grasping each side in turn as he slid the pillow beneath his lover’s lower back. “This will help,” he murmured, urging Erestor to bend his knees, which he shakily did. “Just beautiful… magnificent…” Words of endearment and encouragement flowed from Glorfindel’s mouth. At previous times, Erestor would have discouraged the silly fragments, but he moaned now as he heard them, and never from that moment on did he hear enough of Glorfindel’s golden tenor.
Letting the remaining drops of liquid drip from the bottle onto his fingers, Glorfindel tossed it carelessly aside and sunk down next to Erestor on the bed. His oiled fingers were roaming the body before him as he propped his head up with his other hand. Blowing a fine stream of air across Erestor’s face, Glorfindel smiled shyly as lashes fluttered and eyes opened, labored breathing accompanying the heaving chest that moved up and down at a furious pace, reminding him of another rhythm he wished to set. “So beautiful… my Erestor…” Glorfindel sealed his mouth over Erestor’s, capturing whatever sound Erestor may have made as what he had awaited finally happened. Glorfindel released Erestor’s lips and a wisp of the keening noise he would have heard followed. “Is it…” Erestor’s voice was small and strained, and he swallowed. “Is it… are you in me?”
“Kiss me,” answered Glorfindel, and Erestor complied. As he did so, Glorfindel slowly wriggled the rest of his finger into the passage, for he had barely half his index finger within at his first try. “That is just my finger.” He curled the digit ever so slightly to demonstrate to Erestor, who gave out a panicked yelp. “Do you want me to take it out?”
“Just… well, yes, but, no, I… I do not know,” panted Erestor. He blinked his eyes, loosing a few tears. Glorfindel kissed these away as Erestor willed himself to relax again. “Do not stop, Fin, just… go slow…”
“I will do whatever you wish,” he promised, kissing Erestor’s nose. “Say the word and I will stop.” Erestor closed his eyes and shook his head, and slowly, Glorfindel pulled his finger from the passage, only to reenter. He removed it once more as Erestor cried out in discomfort and frowned. Moving so that he was back where he could see exactly what he was doing, Glorfindel curled one hand around Erestor’s length, which he was relieved to see was still very hard. When the moaning and panting returned, Glorfindel tried again.
His second attempt at preparing Erestor was more successful, for not only did he continue to hear pleasurable sounds coming from his lover, Glorfindel was surprised and pleased when the pants were interrupted by raw and ragged commands of “deeper” and “faster”. Glorfindel complied, and soon he had added a second digit, and now a third. Knowing it was a poor substitution for what was to come, he was keen to withdraw when Erestor called out his name and demanded he be taken. Now.
Glorfindel positioned himself above Erestor, fumbling for a moment with where the councilor’s long legs were to go. He luckily recalled one of the more graphic novellas he had within his possession, and lifted one leg over his shoulder. Erestor began to prop himself up by his elbows to demand to know what was happening, but Glorfindel leaned forward as well and let the leg drop back down to the bed, and any discussion was lost as they kissed each other fervently.
“Fin!” gasped Erestor, suddenly unable to pull back, unable to move. His eyes were deep brown, nearly black with passion, and fear. He fought to find any other words, but sound even escaped him. Glorfindel claimed Erestor’s lips, and thrust further inside of him, claiming his body. His hands were at Erestor’s waist, Erestor’s nails dug into Glorfindel’s shoulders. As they broke for air, Erestor gasped again as he felt his body tighten and adjust, his own member weeping, and this Glorfindel took in hand.
“Erestor…” Glorfindel nipped and sucked Erestor’s bottom lip as he drew his thumb in circles around the head of his companion’s erection. His other hand moved from waist to chest, easing Erestor back onto the bed. Glorfindel never imagined, never dreamed it would feel so good, and he thought sadly to himself that their first experience together was not going to take very long.
Dragging his fingers down Erestor’s length, Glorfindel began to set a steady rhythm. He was trying to be slow and gentle, as had been Erestor’s want initially, but now the dark elf encouraged him, trying in desperation to move his body closer any time Glorfindel pulled away.
“Careful, you will be sore in the morning as it is,” warned Glorfindel softly, but his eyes were closed and he broke his pace, beginning to furiously make love to Erestor. There was no direct answer, only cries of passion punctuated by Fin’s name.
Before he could stop himself, Glorfindel let out a low growl and plunged deep within, and gripped Erestor harder. Resigning himself to the fact he no longer had to please himself, Glorfindel concentrated his efforts on Erestor’s behalf. He continued to move only his hand at first, but Erestor took hold of Glorfindel’s hips, his body lifting slightly as the carnal movement resumed.
“Aiya! Fin! Oh!” Erestor’s eyes opened wide, his head back, mouth open, and he let out a long hitched breath after his release, and another sigh as he felt the flesh slip from his body, and though he knew he would be sore come daybreak, for the moment there was a smile on his face.
“Do not tell me you enjoyed that,” joked Glorfindel, flopping down on the bed next to him. He was pulled into a kiss a moment later and was wearing a silly smile of his own. Willing himself not to fall immediately asleep, Glorfindel headed behind the curtain to the washroom, returning to tidy things up. Erestor seemed content enough to simply watch and wait, and when Glorfindel shyly offered to share the bed with him for the remainder of the night, he was not hesitant in his answer as he slid between green and burgundy sheets.
“Fin?”
“Yes, my love?”
Erestor bowed his head and smiled at the simple term of endearment. “You do not have anything up here to eat, do you?”
“Hungry?”
“Famished.”
Glorfindel grinned. “I will bring you something from the kitchen if you do me a favor.”
Erestor furrowed his brow, but slowly nodded as Glorfindel disappeared into the other rooms. Glorfindel returned with the journal, as well as a quill and a bottle of silvery grey ink. “I record a lot of daily notes, as you know, and sometimes I write fictional stories to pass the time. I would love for you to… document our encounter for… historical purposes,” he told Erestor carefully before peppering his cheeks with kisses and then leaving the room.
Placing the book in his lap, Erestor carefully opened it, and turned to the first blank page, then set the ink and quill so that they would not cause a mess. Thinking for a moment as to how he would begin, Glorfindel popped back into the room.
“Something the matter?” asked Erestor.
Glorfindel shook his head and smiled, approaching the bed. “I just wanted to make sure you were still really here and that I did not just have a dream.” He kissed Erestor on the top of the head. “I love you, dear Erestor,” he said as he left the room once more.
Lips curling into a smile as he watched his lover leave the room, Erestor dipped the quill into the ink and began to write.
-6-
Glorfindel stretched his arms above his head and took in the room. He did not have any windows in his rooms, but he preferred it that way, for he liked to nap midday and did not like the room to be too bright for it. There was a single flame burning in the lamp on the night table to illuminate the room. Blinking as he turned to the left, and then to the right, Glorfindel sat up in panic in the darkness.
“Erestor?” he called out, pulling the tangle of sheets and blankets from his body. There was no answer as he tumbled from the bed and stumbled to the table, fumbling to light more candles. His hands found something else before finding the flint – something flat. Glorfindel picked up the book and flipped through it, squinting at it in the darkness. Though his sight was poor and he could make out few words, what he saw comforted him. He smiled at the silvery ink and Erestor’s smooth writing, and the notes of what had transpired the previous night.
Letting out a deep sigh, for he had feared for a moment he had only dreamed the encounter, Glorfindel made his way into the washroom. Now that his senses were coming back to him, he realized from the ache in his body that the events that had occurred were most definitely not a dream.
Dressing simply in a pair of loose fitting pants, Glorfindel wandered back through the hallway, hearing humming as he traveled. Entering his reading room, he found Erestor sitting upon the padded stool, sorting through a stack of books on his lap. “Good morning, Wilwarin,” said Glorfindel softly, moving behind Erestor to embrace him.
Erestor smiled, but questioned, “Butterfly?”
“Yes, but you are more beautiful,” said Glorfindel.
“I have been compared to animals before – usually those of the slithering or rodent varieties, but never something so delicate. Why a butterfly?”
“You have always reminded me of one,” admitted Glorfindel, rubbing Erestor’s shoulders. “In Gondolin, you were so eager to learn, you were like a caterpillar, devouring all of the knowledge you could find. You had a very warm personality, like a fat and happy fuzzy little caterpillar. When I found you again, you had sheltered yourself, built a cocoon. I hoped for many long years that one day you would break out of that shell. I wanted the old you back so badly. After Elrond left, after we learned of this bond we shared, I watched as you slowly began to free yourself, but I did not want to press things. A cocoon cannot be forced open, or what is inside dies. You have slowly unfolded your wings through the years we have spent together, Wilwarin, I am happy you finally freed yourself and let me teach you to fly.”
“I like flying,” smirked Erestor, his eyes closed and body relaxed at Glorfindel’s touch.
Grinning, Glorfindel crouched down a little more so that he could wrap his arms around Erestor and place his cheek against his lover’s back. “Perhaps another flying lesson can be arranged.”
“Later. I think my wings are going to fall off if you do not allow me time to rest,” said Erestor. He looked around the desk and asked, “Where do you keep your quills and ink? I must make a few notes before I begin this task.”
Glorfindel strayed one hand down to the bottom desk drawer and opened it, reaching inside without looking. He pulled out a box and casually opened it, then paused.
“Something the matter?” asked Erestor.
“No, nothing, I…” Glorfindel slid his fingers along the feathers, and Erestor looked down to see what was going on. Covering the box swiftly, Glorfindel shied away and stood up, tapping the box with the fingers of one hand.
“What have you got?” wondered Erestor.
“It is a pen,” said Glorfindel, wishing he had not.
Erestor scratched the side of his neck, perplexed. “Can I use it, then?”
Glorfindel uncovered the box and looked inside again. “Yes, but…”
“But what?”
Covering the box once more, Glorfindel explained, “It is a bit silly, really. I know that all you use for pens are peacock feathers, I do not recall why but I know there was a reason.”
“I like the weight of them,” said Erestor, following the now pacing Glorfindel around the room with his eyes.
“There you are,” said Glorfindel, continuing, “Every one I saw you use was black, or dark colored at least. Very solemn and dignified, but always black. Understandably so, the peacock tends to be a bird of that color, or the tail is, at least. However, I happened upon a peacock one day that was golden, a little orangey as well, and he was so kind to drop two feathers for me.” Glorfindel handed the box to Erestor shyly. “It has been in this desk for years uncountable. I had meant to give it to you but the time never came for it, and it always seemed too trivial, and perhaps a little too telling.”
Erestor pulled the lid off to find a feathered quill made with twin golden peacock feathers. The nib was golden as well, not the steel he was used to using. “You made this,” he stated, taking it from the box. It was lighter than he imagined it could be, and the feathers glittered in the light. “It is remarkably beautiful.”
“I guess you like it, then,” Glorfindel said. He was standing against a bookshelf, looking a little embarrassed and a little proud that his gift was so well received.
“I love it.” Erestor set the quill down on the desk and stood up, approaching Glorfindel. “Thank you.”
“You are welcome.”
Lifting a hand to stroke Glorfindel’s cheek, Erestor leaned closer and met Glorfindel’s lips, coaxing the younger elf to relax. Just as Glorfindel began to place his hands upon Erestor’s hips, the dark elf took hold of his lover’s wrists and pinned them up above against the shelves of books. “You said something about… flying lessons,” purred Erestor, rubbing himself against Glorfindel in a most sensuous manner before nipping at the bare throat that presented itself.
“Oh… Erestor…” groaned Glorfindel, fighting to kiss his love once more. He was granted this, but only after torture long enough to arouse him. “Flying… falling… I will do whatever you ask of me,” he panted as they broke for air. “Forever. Always.”
Gliding his hands down along muscled arms, Erestor sighed as he embraced the blond elf and was nuzzled and cuddled in return, tears pricking at his eyes. “I love you, Glorfindel,” said Erestor softly into his lover’s ear as they held one another.
Snuggling closer, Glorfindel whispered, “And I love you, Erestor.”
A sudden, gurgling noise made Glorfindel step back and look down at Erestor’s stomach. “Are you hungry again already?”
“I was in that cocoon a long time,” joked Erestor as another light grumbling came from his midsection.
Glorfindel grinned and shook his head. “Can I make breakfast for you?”
“Sure.” Erestor started back toward the desk. He picked up the quill and twirled it in his fingers. “Umm... do you want me to help you?”
“That would be nice. I would enjoy spending the time with you.” Glorfindel waited in the doorway for Erestor to join him, and then added, “But you need to wear an apron.”
“Oh? Why?”
The blond blushed. “Just humor me, would you?”
Erestor chuckled. “Fine.”
Glorfindel stopped when they reached the sleeping chamber and went to the closet. When he turned around, he saw that Erestor had left. Assuming it was because he needed to go to his rooms for fresh clothing, Glorfindel dressed, tidied up, and left the door open and unlocked as he whistled and walked to the kitchen.
When he arrived, he was surprised to see that Erestor was already there. With elbows resting on the counter, Erestor’s head was bowed and he was focused intently upon a recipe card he had pulled from a box Glorfindel kept on the counter. True to his word, he had donned an apron – it was black – and left his hair loose and his shirt off. Obsidian tresses kept his tanned shoulders half-hidden.
“What shall we make today?” asked Glorfindel cheerily as he pulled another apron – this one blue and white striped – from a peg on the wall.
“I was thinking that these pancakes looked good,” remarked Erestor. “Maybe we can make them and have some dried apples on the side?”
“Sure.” Glorfindel circled around skidded to a stop when he was behind the counter, for he saw something he did not expect.
Erestor glanced over his shoulder. “What?”
“I did not mean JUST the apron.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Erestor pressed his lips together, but the light of his eyes twinkled mirthfully. “Let me go get dressed.”
“Oh, no.” Glorfindel took hold of Erestor’s wrist. He tugged him back to the counter and stood behind him. “Hmm... this seems familiar...” Glorfindel mused as he pressed up against Erestor.
“Library,” recalled Erestor before he let out a gasp. His appearance had quickly affected Glorfindel, whose hard erection made Erestor shiver. “Ink spilled... on the rug...”
“I foresee something spilling on the floor here as well,” prophesized Glorfindel. He leaned forward and kissed Erestor’s cheek. “You and I are going to have so much fun together, darling.”
Erestor turned his head, a rare, truly happy smile on his face before he stole a kiss from his lover. “Of that I have no doubt.”
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Date: 2009-03-10 11:59 am (UTC)My stomach knotted, and I added, “It would be just like when we were in Gondolin.” “No, it would not,” chuckled Glorfindel. *big grin*
I wish to be complete, and you are the one who completes me.” Duh... bout time you figured that one out. Took you HOW long???
“I have brought you something delicious,” replied Glorfindel. Erestor awaited an answer, and Glorfindel grinned. “Oh, you mean the food…” Cheeky bastard!
“Erestor – Not, E-res-tor…” The whole banter over Erestor's name was funny and erotic all the same *grin*
“I expect to be completely unable to walk in the morning.” Mentally pictures a hobbling balrog slayer... hehehe
“I... I was... I forgot...” LOL... God I love how you write the banter between these two. I think it was one of the catalysts that help create my minds OTP. And when Fin gets frustrated at Ress's floundering while taking him is priceless. “I will give you in and out,”
“I fell because the horse moved,” So much the Erestor I've envisioned.
“Knock, knock.” *groans*
“I did not mean JUST the apron.” ROFLMAO!
I've been trying to leave snippets of the story that particularly "touched" me when I review... hope you don't mind, since this one is kinda long.
Like I said before... I loved this story since the first time I read it... and I still LOVE it. I know I'm being selfish, but please don't ever stop writing G/E stories Zhie... you write them so well.
:) Thank you.
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Date: 2009-03-11 05:03 am (UTC)