Gifts for Glorfindel
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Gifts for Glorfindel
Title: Gifts for Glorfindel
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Chapter 1/?.
Sensing he was not alone in his bedchamber Glorfindel reached for his raven haired lover, only to find the place next to him unexpectedly empty. In the space of a heartbeat he become fully alert, his eyes widening in surprise as they focussed on the two pairs of identical grey ones that belonged Elrond’s sons, boys of only twenty summers, who stood beside the bed.
“Are you awake, Glorfindel?” Elladan asked as Elrohir shook his tutor’s shoulder. The golden haired seneschal nodded and indicated his uninvited guests should sit next to him on the bed, for he did not particularly feel like rising as yet. He looked around, but saw no sign of Erestor and was disappointed not to have the chance for a sweet good morning kiss from his lover who had most likely already begun his day,. He also heaved a sigh of relief that he would not be called upon to explain the advisor’s presence in his bedchamber at this early hour. Although he and his dark haired beauty had been lovers for centuries, only Elrond was aware of the true nature of their relationship and their private life was certainly not a subject for discussion with young children.
“Indeed I am, but why are you two here?” he asked as he unsuccessfully reached to tickle them both at once. The young ones giggled merrily and easily avoided his grasp, Elrohir moving a little too close to the edge of the bed only to be saved from landing heavily on the slate floor by the warrior’s sharp reflexes.
“Someone promised to take us riding today,” explained Elladan raising his eyebrow in a fair imitation of his Ada and eliciting much laughter from his brother and Glorfindel.
“I can not imagine who would be foolish enough to do so, you two are nothing but trouble,” teased the seneschal feigning ignorance of the day’s plans.
“You did, Glorfindel! You promised!” Elrohir reminded him crossly as he pulled at the sheet that was the only thing covering Glorfindel’s nakedness.
“Now why would I offer to give you another lesson when you both complained bitterly about sore behinds after your first one?” he asked. Both boys blushed furiously but Elladan was not to be deterred and knew exactly what to say in reply.
“Because you love us and want us to be great warriors like you are,” he replied as he hugged Glorfindel around the neck, almost choking him in his exuberance.
“Aye, that must be the reason,” agreed the seneschal laughing as Elrohir joined in the display of affection. “But unless you two release me and allow me to dress, we will not be going anywhere.” The two young ones needed no further encouragement and quickly did as they were asked. Glorfindel pulled the remainder of the sheet aside and rose from the bed to the sound of muffled giggles.
“What is so amusing?” he asked as he made his way to his armoire and selected his clothes for the day.
“You forgot to wear your nightshirt.” Elladan pointed out amidst another burst of giggles. Glorfindel looked down at his nakedness, shook his head in confusion and then scowled at the twins. The sight of a naked male elf was nothing new to them nor a cause for embarrassment, for they all often bathed together in the communal pools.
“I did not forget anything and I do not own any sleeping attire since I always sleep unclothed.” Glorfindel said, an amused smile playing on his lips at their surprise at what they apparently considered was slightly scandalous behaviour
“Do you not feel the cold at night?” asked Elrohir voicing his sudden concern for his beloved tutor in a manner that Glorfindel found heart-warming.
“Nay, full elves do not, ‘tis only you and your Ada who are affected by the chill of the night air,” he rep, th, thinking to himself that with Erestor wrapped in his arms with nothing but their bare skin and hardened arousals between them as was the case each night, he felt anything but cold. A shudder of ecstasy passed through his body as he recalled the height of his pleasure, and did not go unnoticed by curious young eyes.
“Then why are you shivering?” Elrohir asked pointedly.
“’Tis merely an exercise to ensure I am fully awake,” lied Glorfindel who had no intention of offering any other explanation to ones of their tender years. Besides, he firmly believed that any such revelation of the joys of loving was definitely Elrond’s responsibility. Fortunately the twins seemed to accept that explanation, although Glorfindel paled when he saw them both follow his example and he quickly donned his tunic and leggings.
“Erestor is a full elf and he was wearing a nightshirt under his robe when we saw him in the hallway this morning,” stated Elladan daring to contradict his elder after he completed his ‘exercise’.
“Aye, a nightshirt that was crinkled and dirty,” confirmed Elrohir.
“And his hair was really messy,” added Elladan as he watched a now fully dressed Glorfindel tend to the golden locks that had become a tangled mass thanks to Erestor’s passionate responses.
Obviously neither of the twins had seen the normally immaculate tutor in such a state of disarray and Glorfindel smiled, imagining how embarrassed Erestor must have been to be caught in such a compromising situation after their night of particularly ardent love making.
“That does not sound like the Erestor we know.” The seneschal’s brow furrowed in concern at this totally uncharacteristic behaviour as he voiced his thoughts. “You both know that Erestor would be very upset if you mentioned seeing him in such a state so I ask that you say nothing until I have a chance to speak with him and see what ails him,” Glorfindel requested in an attempt to rescue his beloved’s dignity. There definitely something amiss and he untended to find out what it was as soon as possible. Seeing the serious demeanour on the fair face of their elder who had knelt down to draw them into a warm hug, the twins nodded their agreement, neither wanting to hurt the Advisor they loved as much as their seneschal.
“Excellent, then perhaps we should make haste, the sooner we finish the morning meal, the sooner your next lesson can begin,” declared Glorfindel laughing merrily as two small hands eagerly took hold of his larger ones and dragged him towards the dining hall.
To Glorfindel’s relief, Erestor was already there, deeply engrossed in a conversation with Elrond that was interrupted when the twins rushed to bid their Ada good morning. Erestor looked up at his lover and excused himself from the table.
“I believe Glorfindel wants a private word,” he said meaningfully to Elrond who nodded proceeded to fill his son’s plates with breakfast as the two left the hall.
“Ada, did you know that Glorfindel wears nothing to bed and that he does not own a nightshirt?” Caught off guard by such an unlikely topic, Elrond almost choked on his tea.
“How do you know this?” he managed to ask when the coughing subsided.
“He told us when we woke him this morning,” Elladan explained absently as he devoured another of his favourite pastries.
“Aye, but I am sure he feels cold at night, so we should give him one for his begetting day,” suggested Elrohir who had already spent days wondering what Glorfindel might want to receive as a present for his special day which was only a week away.
“I think that can be arranged,” replied a highly amused Elrond knowing it was unlikely that Glorfindel would wish wear the gift even if Erestor allowed it.
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Chapter 1/?.
Sensing he was not alone in his bedchamber Glorfindel reached for his raven haired lover, only to find the place next to him unexpectedly empty. In the space of a heartbeat he become fully alert, his eyes widening in surprise as they focussed on the two pairs of identical grey ones that belonged Elrond’s sons, boys of only twenty summers, who stood beside the bed.
“Are you awake, Glorfindel?” Elladan asked as Elrohir shook his tutor’s shoulder. The golden haired seneschal nodded and indicated his uninvited guests should sit next to him on the bed, for he did not particularly feel like rising as yet. He looked around, but saw no sign of Erestor and was disappointed not to have the chance for a sweet good morning kiss from his lover who had most likely already begun his day,. He also heaved a sigh of relief that he would not be called upon to explain the advisor’s presence in his bedchamber at this early hour. Although he and his dark haired beauty had been lovers for centuries, only Elrond was aware of the true nature of their relationship and their private life was certainly not a subject for discussion with young children.
“Indeed I am, but why are you two here?” he asked as he unsuccessfully reached to tickle them both at once. The young ones giggled merrily and easily avoided his grasp, Elrohir moving a little too close to the edge of the bed only to be saved from landing heavily on the slate floor by the warrior’s sharp reflexes.
“Someone promised to take us riding today,” explained Elladan raising his eyebrow in a fair imitation of his Ada and eliciting much laughter from his brother and Glorfindel.
“I can not imagine who would be foolish enough to do so, you two are nothing but trouble,” teased the seneschal feigning ignorance of the day’s plans.
“You did, Glorfindel! You promised!” Elrohir reminded him crossly as he pulled at the sheet that was the only thing covering Glorfindel’s nakedness.
“Now why would I offer to give you another lesson when you both complained bitterly about sore behinds after your first one?” he asked. Both boys blushed furiously but Elladan was not to be deterred and knew exactly what to say in reply.
“Because you love us and want us to be great warriors like you are,” he replied as he hugged Glorfindel around the neck, almost choking him in his exuberance.
“Aye, that must be the reason,” agreed the seneschal laughing as Elrohir joined in the display of affection. “But unless you two release me and allow me to dress, we will not be going anywhere.” The two young ones needed no further encouragement and quickly did as they were asked. Glorfindel pulled the remainder of the sheet aside and rose from the bed to the sound of muffled giggles.
“What is so amusing?” he asked as he made his way to his armoire and selected his clothes for the day.
“You forgot to wear your nightshirt.” Elladan pointed out amidst another burst of giggles. Glorfindel looked down at his nakedness, shook his head in confusion and then scowled at the twins. The sight of a naked male elf was nothing new to them nor a cause for embarrassment, for they all often bathed together in the communal pools.
“I did not forget anything and I do not own any sleeping attire since I always sleep unclothed.” Glorfindel said, an amused smile playing on his lips at their surprise at what they apparently considered was slightly scandalous behaviour
“Do you not feel the cold at night?” asked Elrohir voicing his sudden concern for his beloved tutor in a manner that Glorfindel found heart-warming.
“Nay, full elves do not, ‘tis only you and your Ada who are affected by the chill of the night air,” he rep, th, thinking to himself that with Erestor wrapped in his arms with nothing but their bare skin and hardened arousals between them as was the case each night, he felt anything but cold. A shudder of ecstasy passed through his body as he recalled the height of his pleasure, and did not go unnoticed by curious young eyes.
“Then why are you shivering?” Elrohir asked pointedly.
“’Tis merely an exercise to ensure I am fully awake,” lied Glorfindel who had no intention of offering any other explanation to ones of their tender years. Besides, he firmly believed that any such revelation of the joys of loving was definitely Elrond’s responsibility. Fortunately the twins seemed to accept that explanation, although Glorfindel paled when he saw them both follow his example and he quickly donned his tunic and leggings.
“Erestor is a full elf and he was wearing a nightshirt under his robe when we saw him in the hallway this morning,” stated Elladan daring to contradict his elder after he completed his ‘exercise’.
“Aye, a nightshirt that was crinkled and dirty,” confirmed Elrohir.
“And his hair was really messy,” added Elladan as he watched a now fully dressed Glorfindel tend to the golden locks that had become a tangled mass thanks to Erestor’s passionate responses.
Obviously neither of the twins had seen the normally immaculate tutor in such a state of disarray and Glorfindel smiled, imagining how embarrassed Erestor must have been to be caught in such a compromising situation after their night of particularly ardent love making.
“That does not sound like the Erestor we know.” The seneschal’s brow furrowed in concern at this totally uncharacteristic behaviour as he voiced his thoughts. “You both know that Erestor would be very upset if you mentioned seeing him in such a state so I ask that you say nothing until I have a chance to speak with him and see what ails him,” Glorfindel requested in an attempt to rescue his beloved’s dignity. There definitely something amiss and he untended to find out what it was as soon as possible. Seeing the serious demeanour on the fair face of their elder who had knelt down to draw them into a warm hug, the twins nodded their agreement, neither wanting to hurt the Advisor they loved as much as their seneschal.
“Excellent, then perhaps we should make haste, the sooner we finish the morning meal, the sooner your next lesson can begin,” declared Glorfindel laughing merrily as two small hands eagerly took hold of his larger ones and dragged him towards the dining hall.
To Glorfindel’s relief, Erestor was already there, deeply engrossed in a conversation with Elrond that was interrupted when the twins rushed to bid their Ada good morning. Erestor looked up at his lover and excused himself from the table.
“I believe Glorfindel wants a private word,” he said meaningfully to Elrond who nodded proceeded to fill his son’s plates with breakfast as the two left the hall.
“Ada, did you know that Glorfindel wears nothing to bed and that he does not own a nightshirt?” Caught off guard by such an unlikely topic, Elrond almost choked on his tea.
“How do you know this?” he managed to ask when the coughing subsided.
“He told us when we woke him this morning,” Elladan explained absently as he devoured another of his favourite pastries.
“Aye, but I am sure he feels cold at night, so we should give him one for his begetting day,” suggested Elrohir who had already spent days wondering what Glorfindel might want to receive as a present for his special day which was only a week away.
“I think that can be arranged,” replied a highly amused Elrond knowing it was unlikely that Glorfindel would wish wear the gift even if Erestor allowed it.