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. 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 think I knew for a long while, but my fear and uncertainty stopped
me.”
“I am a proud elf, Glorfindel,
that isn’t 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 don’t want you to take care of me from time to time…
just that… I don’t need you to.”
Waiting to see if Erestor was
going to continue, Glorfindel then spoke. “Dear
Erestor, I’ve taken care of you for some years now.
I do not wish you to recall the times I have put myself before you in
danger, because you would not know 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.
“Sweet Erestor, 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, “I wanted you to learn to ride, aye, but I was,
in my mind… courting you…”
“What?” laughed Erestor, and
he stretched up to kiss Glorfindel. “Fin,
you weren’t much more than a child.”
“That’s 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 wanted me to
learn to fight. You were quite
adamant about it with me, and yet, there were so many other scholars who knew
what a sword was only from sketches they had seen in books.”
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 outermost gate, 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.
“King 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.
The punishment for my thoughts all those years would have been severe,
and I feared what he might do to you, but I had to take the chance.
I didn’t 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 couldn’t do that if you were
guarding an outer gate. As far as I
know, he either believed my story, or he didn’t have the heart to act on 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 wasn’t about to fail
after all those years. I don’t
know what I would have done if another had happened in its path. When I saw it had cornered you, there was no question in my
mind as to what I had to do. I have
loved you for a long time, Erestor, and I haven’t stopped.”
“Yet, I know you have spent
intimate time with others,” said Erestor.
“I will not deny it,” admitted
Glorfindel. “Although I never
fully gave my body to another, nor have I ever taken another’s body, many
nights was my lust sated in the company of another.
I regret those nights were not spent with you.”
Erestor nodded and let his hand
slide up and down Glorfindel’s leg, smiling at how natural it felt.
“We have time to change that now.”
“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.”
“I truly do love you, Erestor,”
Glorfindel assured him.
Erestor shook his head, realizing
Glorfindel had not understood his words. “I need to be loved,” he begged.
“You deserve to be
worshipped,” answered the blonde, leaning forward to nip the inviting ear
before him.
“Glorfindel,” moaned Erestor,
“I want you to love me… love me now… love me 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.”
Glorfindel’s eyes grew huge as
he sat back. “You’re 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 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.
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, “You will be my first. My
one and only.”
“You’ve 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.”
“Would you truly have me believe
you’ve taken none to your bed?” 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 another 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.”
Vigorously nodding, Glorfindel
answered, “I had only ever done that which you have experienced 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. I
couldn’t 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. “If
nothing else,” he jested, “we are saving two poor elleths from very
uncomfortable wedding nights.”
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 anyplace 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, and at most other times,
Erestor would have discouraged the silly fragments, but he moaned now as he
heard them, and never did he hear enough of Glorfindel’s golden voice.
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’s 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, and then
no,” panted Erestor. He blinked
his eyes, loosing a few tears. Glorfindel
kissed these away as Erestor willed himself to relax again. “Don’t 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, but
now the dark elf encouraged him, trying in desperation to move his body closer
any time Glorfindel pulled away.
“Careful, you’ll 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.
“Don’t 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
don’t have anything up here to eat, do you?”
“Hungry?”
“Famished.”
Glorfindel grinned.
“I’ll 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 didn’t 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.