ERESTOR/GLORFINDEL: WHAT WEBS WE WEAVE

“Erestor, this isn’t fair,” Elladan pleaded while Erestor paced back and forth in front of the twins, who were seated at two old schoolroom desks that Erestor had dragged into the library and set up side by side.

“Please be quiet,” said Erestor. “I am thinking.” He continued to pace while studying a many-paged document that he held in his hand. In front of each twin, laid out flat on the desk, was a sheet of fresh parchment, a full pot of ink and a brand new, sharp-tipped quill pen.

“Right. I am going to begin dictating to you,” said Erestor, and you will each write down exactly what I say. Begin in the top left corner of the page and draw the numeral one using your best calligraphy. Beside that, write “Portrait of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían. Artist: Herendil Terendulion. Beech frame trimmed in gold leaf, 3 X 5, T.A. 400. Leave a space. The Lord and Lady of Imladris reposing after dinner in their study.”

Erestor’s dictation was interrupted by a loud snort from Elladan, followed by a snigger from Elrohir. “I’ll wager they weren’t ‘reposing’, said Elladan. Erestor threw him a look that would have stopped short a charging Balrog.

“Be quiet!” he snapped. “And continue! There are twenty pages to this document, and when I have finished dictating, you will copy what you have written three more times each.”

“But Erestor, that will take us all night,” moaned Elladan, “and we have unfinished business to which we must attend.”

“Shh!” hissed Elrohir.

Erestor raised a black eyebrow above a steely, glinting eye. “Don’t think I don’t know what you two rogues are up to,” he said in a voice of ice. “Now continue your work. The faster you get back to it, the sooner you can leave. And remember that it must be presentable, or you will redo it.”

“Yes, Erestor,” said Elrohir. “I am willing to acquiesce, but I have one question.”

“What is it?” asked Erestor, losing patience by the minute.

“Why must we do this in the nude?”

“You must!” shouted Erestor, and snapped his long measuring stick upon the top of Elrohir’s desk, causing the young Elf to flinch. “If you are naked, there is less chance that you might try to escape.”

“But it is so – so – what’s the word?” asked Elrohir.

“Brummagem?” offered Elladan.

“What? What kind of a word is ‘brummagem’?” asked Elrohir.

“Get back to work!” cried Erestor and brandished his stick. “Or you will be feeling the pain of this stick snapping across your bottoms.”

Eventually, the twins finished the first set of parchments and Erestor took the pages to spread upon his big desk to dry. He left the twins to copy out their other pages for the historians and made his way to Glorfindel’s room.

While he was gone, a locksmith that Erestor had awakened had come to repair Glorfindel’s broken door and put a lock on the outside of it as well as on the inside. This had been done according to Erestor’s instructions. Erestor now used the key that he wore around his neck to unlock Glorfindel’s door and enter.

There, upon his bed, bound hand and foot to the bedposts with silk scarves, another scarf wound around his mouth, and tied at the back of his head, was Glorfindel. A large silk sash was bound around his hips for modesty, but it left little to the imagination. Erestor took a while to admire the golden warrior as he lay splayed upon the bed, his hair spread on the pillow like a golden fan. When he saw Erestor he squirmed and tried to speak. He could only emit muffled moans.

Erestor tossed a smile Glorfindel’s way and began to strip slowly in front of his lover, removing first his robe and then his knee-high boots, propping each foot against the bed to afford Glorfindel a view of each of his long, shapely legs before he removed the leather footwear. When the boots were off, Erestor turned and displayed his sleek profile, clad in leggings, his tapered waist and slim hips set off nicely by the very short silk shirt that he wore above them. “Mmm. What should I remove next, Glorfindel? My shirt or my leggings?”

“Mflegn,” moaned a writhing Glorfindel from the bed.

“Very well,” said Erestor. “I will remove my shirt.” And he did so, stripping it off to reveal a slender, yet attractively-muscled torso and well-shaped arms and shoulders. “Should I take these off now, Glorfindel?” asked Erestor, slipping long fingers into the waistband of his leggings and tugging them down a few inches.

“Wfrwt?” whined Glorfindel through his gag.

“You have been an awfully bad boy, Glorfindel,” said Erestor, “and I think you may need a spanking.”

“Ohgd,” was the muffled response. Erestor produced his long measuring stick from a leg of his pants. He sidled over to the side of the bed and placed his free hand on top of the silk sash that lay upon Glorfindel’s thigh. Glorfindel squirmed beneath his touch.

“Turn on your side,” Erestor commanded in a voice that purred like a panther. Glorfindel twisted onto his hip as best he could. Erestor pulled one end of the sash, loosening it and slid the garment off of Glorfindel’s body. Glorfindel moaned at the sensation of the silk sliding over his skin. Erestor then placed the stick against Glorfindel’s buttocks, drew it back, and slapped them lightly with it. Glorfindel uttered a cry. It sounded like, “Mr!”

“More?” asked Erestor. “Did you like that, Glorfindel?” He climbed up on the bed and straddled Glorfindel’s legs, turning the golden Elf onto his back again. Glorfindel was fully aroused. Erestor, also, felt a tightening in his pants and used the measuring stick to trace a line down Glorfindel’s body from his neck to his groin. “Do you like the feel of this, Glorfindel, or do you want me to use my hands on you?”

“Bth,” murmured Glorfindel.

“You will have to wait a moment,” said Erestor, and reached up to unbind his hair, letting the braids that had been clasped at the back of his head, fall forward. “You can wait while I unbraid my hair, can you not?” he asked, and lifted a knee to press gently against Glorfindel’s groin. The bound Elf drew a sharp intake of breath, and watched as Erestor unwound his two braids, combing them out into waves with his fingers. When he was done, Erestor reached down and began to pull his leggings over his hips, down to the top of his thighs, until half of his shaft was exposed. Glorfindel’s breathing began to get heavy, and a damp spot was evident upon the scarf that bound his mouth. His cheeks were flushed, and his nose appeared to be running. Some of his golden hair was plastered to his damp forehead.

“I have seen you look more attractive,” Erestor remarked, staring at his lover with vague distaste, knowing that this would disturb Glorfindel more than a little. “That snotty nose does not become you. The twins might not like you anymore if they saw you like that.”

Glorfindel’s eyes grew wide, then he squeezed them shut. He appeared to be biting at the scarf that gagged him, tossing his head from side to side. Bubbles formed at his nostrils. Erestor smiled, reached forward, and pinched Glorfindel’s balls ever so slightly. Glorfindel screamed beneath his gag. Erestor picked up the measuring stick and pressed it against the spot he had just pinched. “Careful,” he hissed. Glorfindel flinched, and a look of fear was in his eyes. Erestor moved the stick to his thigh and below to the crevice between his buttocks. “I wonder if this will fit –“ Erestor began to query.

This was too much for Glorfindel. With one mighty surge of his mustered strength, he broke his bonds and lunged toward his tormentor. Grabbing the measuring stick, he easily snapped it in two and tossed it aside. “So much for your ruler-cum-torture device!” he cried. He took hold of Erestor’s arms and pinned him down on the bed. “Ugh – snot,” said Erestor, looking at Glorfindel’s nose. Picking Erestor up and flinging him against the headboard where his back hit with a thud, Glorfindel ripped off his gag and blew his nose into it. He rubbed the gag-cum-handkerchief and its contents onto the top of Erestor’s head before casting it to the floor. Turning to Erestor’s leggings, Glorfindel tore them off of the scribe, ripping them in the process. He bent his head, looked at Erestor’s surging erection and buried it fully in his mouth, sucking savagely upon the unsuspecting appendage. It was Erestor’s turn to squeal.

“Ai! Glorfindel! Please be careful! Do not hurt me!” cried Erestor. Glorfindel released him and raised his head to give Erestor an inflamed glare. He pulled himself up to where his face was on a level with Glorfindel’s. “Are you going to kiss me? Good! I need a kiss!” cried Erestor. Glorfindel shook his head, and clasped the loremaster’s hands in each of his. He raised them above their heads, and with his hips, he trapped Erestor’s body beneath his, crushing their groins together. Then Glorfindel lowered his head and sucked the side of Erestor’s neck, pulling the tender skin savagely into his mouth. When he released it, he had left a huge red mark on Erestor’s ivory skin. Erestor whimpered and moaned beneath Glorfindel’s touches. “You are going to hurt me, aren’t you, Glorfindel?” Glorfindel nodded. “I shall fight back,” said Erestor, but fear was in his eyes.

A look of lust came into Glorfindel’s gaze. “Yes, fight back,” he whispered. “Oh, please do fight back, Erestor.”

Erestor whimpered and tried to knee Glorfindel in the groin, but he could not shift the larger Elf’s body off of his own to do so. He squirmed instead, working his hips from side to side beneath Glorfindel, creating friction between their two engorged shafts. Glorfindel moaned and moved his head to one of Erestor’s nipples and sucked it into his mouth, using his tongue to tease the erect nub. “Ai! Please, please, Glorfindel,” Erestor begged beneath the warrior. Glorfindel stopped playing with the nipple and released Erestor’s arms. He sat up, still straddling Erestor’s hips, and grasped his cock in a grip of steel. He tugged it twice and then released it. Erestor screamed for more. “Do not torture me, Glorfindel! Finish me! Please!”

Glorfindel smiled a wicked grin, and scraped his fingernails down the length of Erestor’s torso, from chest to hips. The scribe’s flesh burst into goosebumps, and red welts formed down the white skin of his sides where the nails had dug. Erestor screamed again, “Ai! No! Glorfindel!”

“Turn over now,” said Glorfindel in a quiet voice. Whimpering like a baby, Erestor did so, and Glorfindel cupped his buttocks in both hands and spread his cheeks apart. Erestor moaned. Glorfindel placed his thumb upon Erestor’s opening and pushed the digit inside without ceremony. Erestor yelped. Glorfindel began to stretch the opening with his thumb, and then switched to his two first fingers, to stretch the passageway further. Erestor groaned in anticipation of what was to come.

“Prepare to have your walls breached, Infidel!” Glorfindel cried, reverting to a role-playing game that they sometimes enjoyed.

“Get down, Dog, or I shall cut you down!” cried Erestor, picking up the cue.

Glorfindel then positioned himself so that his hard shaft stood at the ready, like a battering ram prepared to break down Erestor’s doors. Without trying to be careful, he jammed his weapon into Erestor’s passage at full throttle. Erestor screamed wildly, lifting his head and upper torso off the bed. “I surrender!” he cried.

“Not yet,” said Glorfindel through clenched teeth, and drove his solid length home several times before he withdrew. Panting, his body covered in sweat, he said, “Get up, Erestor, and put your hands up against the wall.”

On shaking legs, Erestor stood, and complied, walking to the nearest wall and placing his hands against it. He was whimpering. “Stick your backside out, as far as you can,” instructed Glorfindel. Erestor did so, and Glorfindel proceeded to ram him again, thrusting his hard cock deep into Erestor’s passage, withdrawing partway and then thrusting in again, many times. Erestor cried and shuddered every time his sensitive spot was struck by the ceaseless, blunt-headed ram.

With all his strength, Glorfindel held back his desire to climax. His desire was to come quietly, with loving attention from Erestor while they lay side by side on the bed, each bringing the other to that final state of bliss that they enjoyed so much. He sighed, and withdrew from his deep penetration of Erestor’s passage. The dark-haired Elf whimpered and began to collapse against the wall. Glorfindel caught him in his arms and led him to the bed. He helped Erestor to lie down upon the coverlet and positioned himself beside the loremaster.

Erestor moaned softly, as Glorfindel snuggled up next to him, pressing his warm body against Erestor’s cool, shivering one. He nuzzled the scribe’s neck with his nose and his soft lips, his hand gripping Erestor’s shoulder. “I did not hurt you too badly, did I, my lovely scribe?” he asked in loving tones.

“Noooo –“ whimpered Erestor. He turned his head to face Glorfindel, nose to nose. Their lips met in a tender kiss. Their hands sought each other’s straining members, and grasped them in tender clutches. They began to give their arousals slow, soft strokes at first, then increased the rapidity until both Elves came to a final, satisfying climax, spending their seed onto each others’ bellies. They kissed, their tongues exploring the familiar territory of each others’ mouths.

“I do love you, you know,” said Erestor, stroking his lover’s hair and gazing into his blue eyes. “I am sorry if I humiliated, hurt, or otherwise harmed you in any way.”

“I love you, too, Silly Erestor,” said Glorfindel, smiling at his loved one’s ruby lips while they uttered those words of apology. His hand caressed Erestor’s pale cheek.

“Ahhh,” sighed Elladan from outside the window, his hand firmly gripping Elrohir’s erect member.

“Ai!” cried his twin, his own hand clutching Elladan’s hard length. “I cannot stand to watch anymore. I must come now, this moment! Make me come!”

“They are finished, I think. They look like they are preparing to sleep. Weren’t they hot, though? Now finish me as I will finish you!” cried Elladan. The two naked twin Elves, perspiring despite the cool air of early morning, pumped each others’ cocks until they watered the flowers below Glorfindel’s window with their fluids.

“Did you hear something outside the window, my love?” asked Glorfindel, stirring a little.

“No, it was nothing, my sweet,” said Erestor. “Believe me, it was nothing.” He kissed the tip of Glorfindel’s ear, and went happily to sleep.

THE END