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Erestor's Secret
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
13,056
Reviews:
53
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Erestor's Secret
Title: Erestor’s Secret (1/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Erestor is desperate to get rid of an obnoxious suitor, and says something about Glorfindel that perhaps he shouldn’t have.
Author's Note: Cally requested a certain Erestor & Glorfindel story, and I found it merging in my head with another story I’d always wanted to write. This is the result.
Chapter 1
Erestor tidied up the papers on his desk and sighed. It was late and there was no more work to do. As a younger advisor – more like a scribe really, he couldn’t stay in Turgon’s palace any longer tonight. He really had to get back to his home, but with his luck he would probably run into Dringion again. That elf just didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Every time Erestor’s brother left on patrol, there was Dringion bothering him again, and now the guard had started crossing the line.
That very morning Erestor was saved from his unwanted attention only because Glorfindel had appeared down the hall, which thankfully meant Dringion returned to his post before the golden lord could see what was happening. And Erestor just couldn’t go to anyone for help - it would reflect badly on Ecthelion that his younger brother couldn’t even handle an unwanted suitor on his own. As it was he’d had to make up some silly story for Glorfindel about why he had looked so shaken when his brother’s friend had asked if he was all right. It was a good thing that Glorfindel had to leave quickly to join Ecthelion on patrol.
Erestor was so proud of his older brother. Ecthelion was Lord of their house, a skilled warrior and a strong leader. Only he and his brother were left in their immediate family, and Erestor couldn’t let him down. He shouldn’t have worked so late; the halls would be deserted. Taking a small knife from his desk, he slipped it into a pocket and quietly left his office.
“Working late tonight, Erestor?” The silky voice sounded like poison to Erestor as he looked at the smirking guard.
“Leave me pass, Dringion. I have no wish to speak with you.” Erestor forced himself to remain calm, and was pleased that his voice was not shaking.
“Ah, but I wish to speak with you, my fair Erestor.” Dringion walked toward Erestor, forcing the slighter elf back again the stone wall. “I will have you, you know. It is only a matter of time. I want you, and what I want I get.”
“I am not yours. Get out of my way and leave me pass, Dringion,” Erestor said as forcefully as he could.
Dringion looked at the fear rising in Erestor’s eyes. “No. I don’t think so, Erestor. Not this time. Not without a kiss….or perhaps a little more.” He pressed his groin against Erestor, allowing the smaller elf to feel his hardness, and lowered his head to take his kiss, his mouth open and smirking.
Erestor swallowed the bile that rose to his throat and carefully pulled the knife from his pocket, pressing the blade against Dringion’s throat. “Let me go,” he ground out between his clenched teeth.
Dringion calmly raised his leg and kneed the smaller elf in the stomach, then removed the knife from his hand when Erestor buckled in pain. “Oh, you will pay for that one, my little beauty.”
“No, Dringion, you will pay when Glorfindel returns. You will answer to him for your actions,” Erestor managed to gasp out.
The guard laughed. “Glorfindel! And what would the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower care about a little scribe like you!” Dringion pinned Erestor against the wall.
“Glorfindel is my lover! Now let me pass!” Erestor fought to keep from screaming.
Dringion’s hold loosened and Erestor tore himself away and ran. “That had better be true, Erestor. For your sake,” the guard called after him.
Erestor ran: out of the palace, through the dark and deserted streets, into his home. Evading the servants, he hurried into his room, threw himself onto the bed, and lay shaking. Oh, what had he just done? What had made him say that Glorfindel was his lover? It would have been better if he had just screamed for help. What on earth had made him pick his brother’s best friend? How was he ever going to explain this to Glorfindel? How was he going to explain it to Thel?
For two days Erestor worried and fretted, finally deciding the best thing would be to explain what had happened to both Glorfindel and his brother. Rumors were already spreading through the city that he and Glorfindel were lovers, and he knew he had to get to Glorfindel before anyone else did. Ecthelion would somehow understand – his brother always did – and would hopefully help keep Glorfindel was getting too upset. It was a ritual with the two warriors that they always went to Erestor and Ecthelion’s home when they returned from patrol. The two would share a bottle of wine, play a game or two of chess, and just relax. He would speak to them both when they returned that night.
Erestor left his office early to return home. Arriving at the home he shared with his brother, he asked the servants to set up a light meal for Ecthelion and Glorfindel. Opening a bottle of wine, he placed it on the table with the food, then sat and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard sounds of activity in the courtyard and raced to the door to make sure that his brother and Glorfindel both came into the house.
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Lady Mirfain
Summary: Erestor is desperate to get rid of an obnoxious suitor, and says something about Glorfindel that perhaps he shouldn’t have.
Author's Note: Cally requested a certain Erestor & Glorfindel story, and I found it merging in my head with another story I’d always wanted to write. This is the result.
Chapter 1
Erestor tidied up the papers on his desk and sighed. It was late and there was no more work to do. As a younger advisor – more like a scribe really, he couldn’t stay in Turgon’s palace any longer tonight. He really had to get back to his home, but with his luck he would probably run into Dringion again. That elf just didn’t know how to take no for an answer. Every time Erestor’s brother left on patrol, there was Dringion bothering him again, and now the guard had started crossing the line.
That very morning Erestor was saved from his unwanted attention only because Glorfindel had appeared down the hall, which thankfully meant Dringion returned to his post before the golden lord could see what was happening. And Erestor just couldn’t go to anyone for help - it would reflect badly on Ecthelion that his younger brother couldn’t even handle an unwanted suitor on his own. As it was he’d had to make up some silly story for Glorfindel about why he had looked so shaken when his brother’s friend had asked if he was all right. It was a good thing that Glorfindel had to leave quickly to join Ecthelion on patrol.
Erestor was so proud of his older brother. Ecthelion was Lord of their house, a skilled warrior and a strong leader. Only he and his brother were left in their immediate family, and Erestor couldn’t let him down. He shouldn’t have worked so late; the halls would be deserted. Taking a small knife from his desk, he slipped it into a pocket and quietly left his office.
“Working late tonight, Erestor?” The silky voice sounded like poison to Erestor as he looked at the smirking guard.
“Leave me pass, Dringion. I have no wish to speak with you.” Erestor forced himself to remain calm, and was pleased that his voice was not shaking.
“Ah, but I wish to speak with you, my fair Erestor.” Dringion walked toward Erestor, forcing the slighter elf back again the stone wall. “I will have you, you know. It is only a matter of time. I want you, and what I want I get.”
“I am not yours. Get out of my way and leave me pass, Dringion,” Erestor said as forcefully as he could.
Dringion looked at the fear rising in Erestor’s eyes. “No. I don’t think so, Erestor. Not this time. Not without a kiss….or perhaps a little more.” He pressed his groin against Erestor, allowing the smaller elf to feel his hardness, and lowered his head to take his kiss, his mouth open and smirking.
Erestor swallowed the bile that rose to his throat and carefully pulled the knife from his pocket, pressing the blade against Dringion’s throat. “Let me go,” he ground out between his clenched teeth.
Dringion calmly raised his leg and kneed the smaller elf in the stomach, then removed the knife from his hand when Erestor buckled in pain. “Oh, you will pay for that one, my little beauty.”
“No, Dringion, you will pay when Glorfindel returns. You will answer to him for your actions,” Erestor managed to gasp out.
The guard laughed. “Glorfindel! And what would the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower care about a little scribe like you!” Dringion pinned Erestor against the wall.
“Glorfindel is my lover! Now let me pass!” Erestor fought to keep from screaming.
Dringion’s hold loosened and Erestor tore himself away and ran. “That had better be true, Erestor. For your sake,” the guard called after him.
Erestor ran: out of the palace, through the dark and deserted streets, into his home. Evading the servants, he hurried into his room, threw himself onto the bed, and lay shaking. Oh, what had he just done? What had made him say that Glorfindel was his lover? It would have been better if he had just screamed for help. What on earth had made him pick his brother’s best friend? How was he ever going to explain this to Glorfindel? How was he going to explain it to Thel?
For two days Erestor worried and fretted, finally deciding the best thing would be to explain what had happened to both Glorfindel and his brother. Rumors were already spreading through the city that he and Glorfindel were lovers, and he knew he had to get to Glorfindel before anyone else did. Ecthelion would somehow understand – his brother always did – and would hopefully help keep Glorfindel was getting too upset. It was a ritual with the two warriors that they always went to Erestor and Ecthelion’s home when they returned from patrol. The two would share a bottle of wine, play a game or two of chess, and just relax. He would speak to them both when they returned that night.
Erestor left his office early to return home. Arriving at the home he shared with his brother, he asked the servants to set up a light meal for Ecthelion and Glorfindel. Opening a bottle of wine, he placed it on the table with the food, then sat and waited. It wasn’t long before he heard sounds of activity in the courtyard and raced to the door to make sure that his brother and Glorfindel both came into the house.
Tbc….