Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (1/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Midsummer Heat (1/?)

Erestor expected perfection from all those who answered to him, as well as from himself, and although the preparations for the Midsummer celebrations were well underway there was still much to be done before the guests from Lothlorien and Mirkwood arrived. It had been many centuries since all three realms had celebrated together, and he wanted to make certain everyone enjoyed their stay a t Imladris. Despite assurances from his staff that the guest chambers were all ready, Erestor felt the need to make a personal inspection and had been about to do so when he had allowed himself to be distracted by his lover’s return from an extended patrol.

Years of maturity and wisdom made understanding the necessity for Glorfindel, as Captain of the guard, to spend months away on patrols protecting the borders of their home, easier to and accept, the but even after all this time, neither stood the separation well. That they missed each other greatly was apparent to anyone who had ever witnessed one of their reunions. The moment he was enfolded in Glorfindel’s arms, the staid, aloof advisor who was soften accused of being cold hearted and sharp tongued in his dealings with his staff and visiting dignitaries alike, disappeared to be replaced by a radiantly happy lover.

This time had been no different. Aside from the amused glances from some of his warriors at the adolescent behaviour of the Balrog slayer, others sighed with envy for the romance of it all when, after handing Asfaloth into the care to a stable boy, Glorfindel swept Erestor into his arms and carried him, almost at a run, to their chambers. There was no doubt that hot, steamy loving was on their minds, nor that neither would be seen until the next day, in dire need of pillows on their chairs, as several of the members of Glorfindel’s patrol dared to comment in a rather coarse manner.

The seneschal’s hearty laugh signalled his agreement with their words, replying just as crudely that it was unlikely either he or his beloved would even be capable of walking as far as the dining hall after the evening they had planned.

Erestor cared not for any loss of dignity that his lover’s actions or words may have caused, for he adored being held in such a manner, just as he relished the rain soft kisses on his neck and cheeks. Indeed, rather than protest, the Advisor eagerly joined in the display of affection by sucking on the tender skin of Glorfindel’s exposed neck, leaving his lover with several small bruises and both of them with hard bulges in their leggings. This evidence of their desire for one another was well hidden from view by the black robes that Erestor wore, but neither could hide the fire that burned brightly in their eyes. Once safely behind the door that Glorfindel made a point of locking, the kisses had become a passionate prelude to a night of exhausting but deliciously satisfying lovemaking.

The advisor brushed his lips against the soft cheek of the keeper of his heart who was still deep in his reverie and smirked inwardly. Perhaps ‘allowed’ was not quite the right word, Glorfindel had literally swept him off his feet. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips at the memory of the day before. He and Glorfindel had been lovers for well over a millennium, and during that time the intensity of their love for one another had never waned, only grown stronger and deeper, as had their desire. Each time they kissed or touched or made love was as beautiful as the first, but they both found the greatest joy came not from their physical intimacy, but from the sharing of heart and soul.

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A light breeze parted the curtains, allowing the brightness of the new day to fill the chamber, drawing the sleeping Advisor form his reverie. Once Erestor’s eye had fully focussed, they widened in alarm when he saw that Anor was already high in the sky and it was long past time he was seeing to his duties

Erestor savoured the feel of the rise and fall of the naked chest pressed against his as he lay enfolded in Glorfindel’s arms for a few precious moments more before he reluctantly moved out of the one place he really wished to be, the place that was his alone. A soft sigh escaped his sleeping lover’s lips and Erestor had no choice but to take them in a sweetly tender kiss. Shaking his head in wonder at how even such a simple touch could bring him to full arousal, he comforted himself with the knowledge that Glorfindel’s member had responded in a similar fashion even though his glazed eyes indicted he was still wandering the path of dreams. With a touch that was tender and loving, Erestor slowly stroked the deliciously hardened shaft, as he licked the sensitive tip of the ear resting against his chest.

The gentle thrust of hips against his own hardness told him Glorfindel was awake, as did the soft moans of need.

“Take what you want from me, my love,” Erestor whispered as he guided the silk covered steel into his more than ready entrance. Moving in a slow, languorous rhythm, their coupling was a sensual reaffirmation of their love, as were the names cried out in ecstasy as they found release for the bodies and shared completion in their hearts.

“I love you, Glorfindel, and as much as I want to stay here in your arms, I am afraid that there are matters I must tend to,’ Erestor said when he heard the knock on the door and the urgent request for the advisor to meet with Elrond.

“I love you, too, my dark beauty. Go and do what you must, but know I will be waiting here for your return.., I have not finished showing you how much I missed you,” Glorfindel teased, stroking this love’s insatiable member back to life before playfully shoving him out of the bed.

Erestor bathed quickly, and then covered the still hardening evidence of his desire with his robes.

“Should you decided to venture from our chamber today, please remember that formal dress is required,” Erestor told Glorfindel, pointing to the robes hanging on the back of the door and smiling with amusement at the beautiful face that was now wearing a frown of displeasure at the reminder.

“All the more reason for me to spend the rest of the day in bed,” commented the seneschal as he settled back into the pillows, rested his arms behind his head and kicked the rumpled bedcover off, the better to display the seductive pose of his naked body.

Erestor contemplated foregoing his responsibilities in favour of taking the pleasure so wantonly being offered, but another knock on the door, and an irate demand by Elrond himself for Erestor to attend him in the study, put paid to that idea although it had no effect on his engorged groin. Deciding that his lover deserved to suffer the same fate that he had inflicted on Erestor, the cunning advisor grinned wickedly as he quickly penned a note and left it where it would have the most effect. He then stalked up to the bed as if he meant to ravish his beloved, but instead kissed Glorfindel soundly then lightly brushed his tongue along his lover’s arousal. Ignoring the seneschal’s pleas for him to use more of the moist mouth on the straining hardness, Erestor left to answer Elrond’s summons.

Although he was now in a hurry, the highly aroused advisor found that, thanks to his engorged cock and the fact that his body was indeed aching in all the places Glorfindel’s warriors had teased about, and others besides, he could not walk very fast at all. Even in his pain he could not help allowing smile of amusement to reach his eyes as he imagined what those same warriors would have to say about his persistent arousal, could they see it. When in Glorfindel’s presence, such a state was to be greatly desired and always a source of pleasure, but at present it was a distraction he did not need, especially since his first task was to placate an irate Peredhel lord.