Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (11/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
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.

Chapter11/?

Erestor joined Elrond on the balcony and watched with mild amusement as a small crowd gathered to welcome the new arrivals who were just now passing through the stone archway that was the gate to Imladris.

“The lord and lady are very popular, it seems,” Elrond commented as more elves found the time to join the gathering.

“Aye and their visits to Imladris almost as rare as Thranduil’s, but I suspect ‘tis not only paying their respects to Celeborn and Galadriel that is on the mind of many. The march warden and his brothers are all more than passing fair,” Erestor replied inclining his head at the numerous pairs of appreciative eyes directed at the Galadhrim. Elrond laughed and nodded in agreement.

“Your words are wise, as always, but you had best not let Glorfindel hear them. He is quite possessive,” Elrond warned needlessly with an affectionate clasp on the advisor’s shoulder.

“My heart is his. I am his, and he knows it well. As pleasing to the eye as I find our newest guests to be, their fair features are but a shadow in the light of the beauty of my golden love,” Erestor replied indignantly defending his honour.

“I meant no offence, but speaking of Glorfindel, it seems the news of the new arrivals has already reached the training fields,” Elrond said as he caught sight of the seneschal, Thranduil and several of their warriors entering the courtyard.

The king and Glorfindel were carrying their robes over their arms and both were in a state of dishevelment with their loose undershirts clinging to sweat covered chests, their long golden tresses falling freely about their shoulders. Their eyes glittered with the exhilaration of a hard fought battle and their faces were flushed from the exertion of their sparring match.

Lust filled eyes also greeted their arrival, but not only from the crowd below.

No matter how many times Erestor saw his love return in such a state from training his warriors, the sight of the barely concealed, if not naked muscular form always filled his groin with fire and his body with a need to be taken by the powerful, yet gentle captain of the guard. Erestor smiled knowingly at his friend who was obviously experiencing a similar longing for Thranduil.

“He is so beautiful, I want nothing more than to run down there and take him in my arms and shower him with kisses whilst running my hands over his irresistible body,” Elrond whispered as he stared at his lover, his desire evident in his husky voice.

“I am sure he would appreciate such a response, but it is one best kept for the privacy of your chambers. For now we should make haste to the courtyard where Celeborn and Galadriel will be expecting you to welcome them,” Erestor reminded his lord who sighed softly with resignation as duty called once again and turned him from the gloriously tempting sight.

“Aye, I should indeed be on hand to greet my guests,” Elrond agreed as he ushered Erestor through the door. They made their way quickly to the wide staircase that led from the main doors down into the courtyard, arriving just in time to see Celeborn accepting an affectionate embrace from his kinsman.

“This is certainly a pleasant surprise Thranduil,” he said as he released the king to allow him to politely kiss Galadriel’s hand.

“Indeed, it is long past time you journeyed to Imladris,” Galadriel said, studying the face of the Woodland king intently. “I see in your eyes that you are well aware that there is much joy to be found spending time among friends of old,” she said enigmatically in a manner that suggested to Elrond that perhaps she did know of his and Thranduil’s relationship. The startled look that passed quickly across Erestor’s face indicated his astute advisor had caught the same meaning from the unspoken words.

“Indeed there is,” Thranduil agreed with a warm smile, not in the least intimidated by his kinsman’s lovely and powerful wife, nor perturbed by Galadriel’s perceptiveness. He was beginning to think that it was time he and Elrond declared their love and if Galadriel chose to do it for them, even in=unintentionally, then so be it.

Nor was Glorfindel awed by the lady, and aside from Celeborn, the Balrog slayer was the only Elf in Arda who would dare treat her with familiarity. He bowed respectfully to Celeborn, then handing his robe to Erestor, took Galadriel in his arms hugged her close and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. His actions shocked many in the crowd, as did Erestor’s total disregard for the flirtatious behaviour of his lover towards another’s mate. Few aside from the advisor were aware of the friendship that had existed between Glorfindel and Galadriel from their childhood days together.

“Greetings, Galadriel dear, you are looking as lovely as ever. I hope you are not here to cause any trouble?” Glorfindel teased, releasing her in favour of wrapping his arm about Erestor’s waist and drawing his bemused lover close.

“I take it Glorfindel has been away on patrol recently,” Celeborn said in an aside to Thranduil as he watched the lovers take a moment to gaze into each other’s eyes. Silvery laughter echoed throughout the courtyard, and the king nodded.

“I am here for the midsummer celebrations, whatever they may be, Glorfindel,” Galadriel stated when the seneschal returned his attention to her.

Elrond was certain he saw a hint of the same gleam of mischief in her eyes that he often saw in Glorfindel’s and he exchanged a wary glance with Thranduil who shrugged his shoulders slightly and offered a reassuring smile, believing their secret was still safe from all.

“Welcome to Imladris, my lord and lady,” Elrond said, as he stepped forward and placed his hand on his heart in formal greeting.

“Ai, Elrond it is far too long since we last saw you and I am pleased to see you looking so relaxed for a change,” Celeborn replied, returning the gesture with a smile of genuine affection for the lord of Imladris.

“Probably because he ha snot had to deal with the mischief and the petty squabbles of his children for the last few weeks,” Glorfindel commented to no one in particular, causing the elves nearby to chuckle and nod their heads in agreement. Imladris certainly seemed a more peaceful place when Elladan and Elrohir were elsewhere.

“Where are my grandchildren?” Galadriel demanded, looking around expectantly for her daughter’s children, all of whom she adored.

“Arwen chose to accept Legolas’s invitation to celebrate the season in Greenwood, so naturally her brothers accompanied her,” Thranduil said, seeing no need to mention that it had originally been his idea. On reflection was perhaps he had been a little selfish, but he wanted Elrond all to himself after all the years they had been separated.

“Is she enamoured of your son?” Celeborn asked curiously. Thranduil laughed, apparently highly amused at the implication.

“I hope not, I would not wish to see sweet Arwen suffer a broken heart. Legolas’s affections currently reside with the captain of my guard,” the king explained. Noting that Elrond’s eyebrow rose in surprise, Thranduil suddenly realised that there was much news they had yet to exchange and he decided to rectify the situation as soon as possible.

“Nay ‘tis not a wish to pursue Legolas, but the desire to participate in the woodland festivities that our dear Erestor described in much detail on his return from Thranduil’s court several decades ago, that has captured her interest,” Elrond elaborated, wondering if Erestor’s recent recounting of the joys of merrymaking beneath the trees had been a deliberate attempt to sway Arwen’s acceptance. After all, the advisor was privy to any correspondence in Imladris.

“And naturally it fell to Elladan and Elrohir to see to their sister’s safe journey. I would expect nothing less from such skilled and courageous warriors as my grandsons,” Celeborn stated, his pride in the brethren he loved dearly apparent for all to see.

“Speaking of journeys, I found ours long and tiring and would be glad to take a brief rest before dinner,” Galadriel said.

“Elrond, would you kindly show our honoured guest to their chamber? I would perform the pleasant duty myself, my lord, but there is a small matter of finding suitable accommodation for our extra guests that I need to address,” Erestor explained with a hint of exasperation at having to alter his well considered plans. “Haldir, Glorfindel’s second will see to the needs of your guards, and show you to the stables, and when you have completed your tasks, ask him to send word and someone will come and direct you and your brothers to your chambers,” the advisor added indicating that the Galadhrim should follow the waiting elf.

“Very well.” the march warden said, taking his leave with a polite bow.

Elrond nodded his agreement also and watched with no little envy as Erestor took Glorfindel’s hand and lead him inside. He had no doubt that Erestor did indeed need to alter the chamber allocations, but his advisor was so efficient that the task would not take long. Tending to Glorfindel’s needs would keep them both busy for the rest of the afternoon

“I hope they remember to lock the doors,” a soft voice whispered close to his ear, the warm breath of his lover sending tingles down his spine. Elrond wanted nothing more than to lean against the one standing a little too close behind him, and he reluctantly stepped away before his need betrayed him.

“If you will excuse me, Celeborn, Galadriel, I think I should retire and make myself more presentable before the noon meal,” Thranduil said taking pity on his lover and indicating his poor state of dress with a tilt of his head and a wry grin.

“As should we, my dear Galadriel. If you would be so kind, Elrond?” Celeborn asked, indicating they were ready to be shown to their chambers.

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Thranduil opened the door to his chambers and sighed with exasperation as he was greeted by the sight of Erestor and Glorfindel involved in a passionate embrace. Clearing his throat noisily did not have the required effect of gaining their attention so he walked over to the couple and tapped Glorfindel on the shoulder.

“Have you two nowhere else to go?” he asked loudly. Glorfindel slowly removed his tongue from his lover’s mouth and reluctantly ended their kiss.

“Of course we do, but my beloved and wily Erestor has something in mind to further assist you and Elrond to enjoy each other’s company,” Glorfindel explained.

“Aye, we have more guests than I anticipated and so I have need of this chamber for Haldir, whose chamber I am having prepared for his brothers, neither of whom I was expecting,” Erestor said with a hint of displeasure at Celeborn’s act of whimsy that had suddenly included Rumil and Orophin amongst his guards.

“As much as I want to, I can not move into Elrond’s chambers,” Thranduil replied with alarm, mistakenly thinking that was Erestor’s intent.

“Nay, of course you can not, that would be most unwise. If you wish, you can do me a great service by agreeing to move into my old chambers. They are the only ones that are not in use, and by some fortuitous circumstance, my chamber is but two doors away from Elrond’s, and in the part of the house currently unoccupied in the young ones’ absence. Our chambers are at the other end of the passageway so you can be assured of your privacy should you feel the need for a midnight ‘walk’ to help you sleep,” Erestor explained with a meaningful wink at Glorfindel that also caught Thranduil’s eye and he laughed merrily.

“I am assuming it was not so much the ‘walk’, but what occurred when you reached your destination that helped you to sleep,” he teased.

“Aye, and if you are planning on an evening stroll, I warn you that our lord is not aware of this arrangement as yet,” Glorfindel said nonchalantly, assuming that the surprise of finding his lover sneaking into his bedchamber in the dark of night would only serve to enhance the pleasure of Elrond’s response as it had done on many occasions for both he and Erestor. Judging by the slight flush that rose in Thranduil’s cheeks, the king thought so too.

“Elrond warned me that you two were incorrigible and I now see why. I will be pleased to assist you efforts in housing all your guests, Erestor,” he replied with a mock bow, his mind already formulating a seduction to match the one he had been the more than willing victim of the night before.

“Many thanks. I have already asked one of the maids to air the chamber and freshen the linens and Glorfindel will help you move your belongings while I attend to a few matters in the kitchen,” Erestor said, ignoring the amused smiles of the two warriors he was so casually ordering around.

Although Erestor’s chambers sported a much better view than Glorfindel’s, the decision to make the seneschal’s their home was swayed by the presence of indecently large pool that had been built into the floor of Glorfindel’s bathing chamber. Preparing enough warm water to fill it took some time, but the effort was well worth it, or so both the seneschal and advisor believed.

Erestor had been accosted by various elves needing his advice or decisions regarding the ongoing preparations and by the time he arrived at their chambers, he was delighted to learn from one of the maids who assisted in preparing the hit water that his lover was already there, preparing to bathe.

As he entered the chamber. Erestor almost dropped the tray he was carrying when Glorfindel chose that particular moment to bend over and remove his leggings giving the advisor a most welcome view of firm globes spreading to reveal the small opening that was the source of much pleasure. Hearing his lover’s sharply indrawn breath, Glorfindel remained as he was and looked seductively over his shoulder.

“Do you see something you want?” he asked, wriggling his behind in wanton invitation.
Erestor none too steadily put the tray down, his shaking hands causing the plates and cups to rattle. Glorfindel laughed and continued removing his leggings, making sure Erestor had a full view of his slowly growing erection.

“Every time I look at you,” Erestor replied with a growl as he carelessly pulled his clothes off and advanced slowly on his lover, rubbing his hands over the soft skin of Glorfindel’s behind when he reached him. Glorfindel pushed back into the gentle caress and groaned loudly when Erestor knelt down to slowly lick his way from the sacs that hung beneath to the opening itself. Enjoying the sounds of the increasingly needy moans, he continued to tease his lover by playing his tongue around the outside for a few moments, and then withdrew the touch completely.

“Ai, do not stop!” Glorfindel begged, his cries silenced when Erestor turned him around and claimed his lips in a fervent kiss. There was no denying the need and longing as Erestor’s tongue plundered his lover’s mouth causing both their cocks to rise quickly to full hardness. Panting breathlessly when they finally parted, Erestor grinned wickedly and made a great show of sniffing the air.

“Ai, I smell the delicate scent of your favourite bath herbs, and I think it would be a pity to allow the warm water to go to waste.” Erestor whispered as he moved out of Glorfindel’s arms and held out his hand. “Would you like me to wash your hair for you?”

It was a request spoken in such a sultry manner that the seneschal was powerless to refuse and he willingly followed his lover into the bathing chamber.

Glorfindel sighed deeply as he settled between Erestor’s legs with his back relaxed against his lover’s chest, the thin layer of warm water that lay between them making his skin even softer and slicker to the touch that was both gentle and incredibly arousing at the same time. The slight hardness against his behind informed Glorfindel of exactly what was son Erestor’s mind. If his irresistible lover wanted to seduce him then the seneschal saw no reason to disappoint the dark beauty he loved more than life itself.

Erestor began his assault with a delicate finger tracing around the very sensitive tip of his lover’s ear; following the touch with the barest touch of soft lips that continued on, brushing across the half closed eyelids and down the cheeks until finally coming to rest in the smooth curve of Glorfindel’s neck. The seneschal moved his head to one side to allow Erestor better access to the sensitive spot and was rewarded with the delicious sucking sensation as the warm mouth marked him as his own and a moist tongue now replaced the fingers, licking and tasting the droplets of water that pooled in the hollow of Glorfindel’s throat.

“I thought you were going to wash my hair,” he panted as a particularly strong wave of pleasure engulfed him in response to having his nipples twisted and squeezed.

“Aye, I will but first I want to worship to your gorgeous body with only my hands and lips. I want to make love to you with my words,” Erestor whispered, his voice becoming husky with his own need which he was doing his best to ignore, at least for the moment. Glorfindel turned in his lover’s arms, and captured his lips in a sweetly loving kiss. He moaned when he felt Erestor’s hands slowly moving up and down his back, each time drawing a little nearer to the cleft between the firm buttocks.

Glorfindel panted expectantly as the next stroke should have found its way in between his shapely cheeks, but his moans soon turned to whimpers when the wandering hands chose to move over the taut stomach instead. As the welcome touch moved lower, Glorfindel bucked his hips, trying to push his fully engorged cock into the palm of his lover’s hand, but to no avail. Erestor was in the mood for teasing it seemed as he caressed the moving hips before turning his attention to the muscular thighs. He ran his fingernails along the insides of the legs that were now wantonly parted, carefully avoiding touching the part of his lover’s body that was the source of his greatest pleasure.

“You are a wicked elf, Erestor. Stroke me to my release or by the Valar I will do it myself,” Glorfindel demanded his growing frustration evident in his growl.

“With my hand or my mouth? Or perhaps you would prefer to plunge that mithril hard shaft deep within me. I long to feel you moving inside me, at first with a slow, erotic caress as you rub against my pleasure spot. Then my body will respond by clenching tighter around your hardness and it will be my turn to thrust against the delicious instrument of my impalement, pushing you as far inside me as possible until you can go no deeper.

“Erestor…please…,” Glorfindel begged needfully as he reached for his aching cock only to have his hands captured in his lover’s.

“Please you…of course I will... I can refuse you nothing, my adorable wanton one,” Erestor replied, moving to straddle his lover’s legs as he guided one of Glorfindel’s hands to his own straining erection.

“Set the pace with your hand, my love,” Erestor said as with one swift movement he impaled himself on the weeping shaft. Glorfindel cried out in his ecstasy and began to pump Erestor’s cock, writhing wildly as his lover moved up and down bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

“Fill me with your sweet seed,” Erestor begged as he felt his climax wash over him in rapturous waves. “Come with me... Glorfindel!”

“Ai, Erestor!” Glorfindel screamed as he felt the hot, sticky fluid cover his stomach in the same instant his body shuddered its own violent release. He continued to thrust erratically until he had filled Erestor with every last drop of his seed, then collapsed back against the side of the bathing pool, holding Erestor’s exhausted body close.

They lay still and silent, enveloped in the languorous aftermath of their loving and almost drifted into a sated reverie when the sound of the bell announcing the noon meal filtered in through the balcony doors.

“With Celeborn and Galadriel as guests, Elrond will not be impressed if we are late,” Glorfindel said as he reluctantly moved Erestor aside and stepped out of the bath.

“We need not rush, Galadriel told me to inform you that they are not expecting us to join them before the evening meal,” Erestor replied moving to enfold Glorfindel in his arms and take his lips in a fiercely passionate kiss.

“Then it is as well you brought us some sustenance to replenish the energy we will likely spend this afternoon,” Glorfindel murmured against his lover’s hair.