Deny Me Not
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Adult +
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Chapter 12
Title: Deny Me Not
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Chapter 12
The soft sound of the door closing had signalled the return of their privacy and Glorfindel wasted no time in taking full advantage of it to respond to Erestor’s teasing touches, moaning with need as he ravished the mouth that opened eagerly to admit his tongue. The very aroused seneschal drew back a little when the need to breathe forced them apart.
“Would you like something to eat, or perhaps some tea?” Enquired Glorfindel who, out of concern for his love’s weakened state, and the slight ache from his own wounds, made only a token effort to remove himself from the bed. The sound of Erestor’s amused chuckle was as music to the seneschal’s ears and he raised an eyebrow in query as to the cause.
“My dear Glorfindel, we both know that Elrond has put a sleeping draught in that tea, and I assure you I have no intention of drinking it. I have spent more than enough hours in reverie in recent times. There are more important matters to hand.” He grinned wickedly and suited his actions to his words and, taking care to avoid Glorfindel’s injured thigh. His lustful partner threw his head back and groaned as the hand now wrapped his around his shaft, moved agonisingly slowly up and down the hardened length.
“Aye I am certain you speak the truth, but I must say that for one who has been ill for days, you have certainly made a swift recovery,” panted Glorfindel, the huskiness in his voice and the small thrusts of his hips in time with the gentle strokes only served to confirm that he shared in the desire that burned brightly in Erestor’s eyes.
“My body may have become weak as my spirit faded but my love and desire for you never waned, nor will it. Now that we have spoken our vows it shines as brightly as the light of the blessed Trees. Let me make love to you, Glorfindel, for only then will our healing and our bonding be complete.” The intensity of the emotion he heard in Erestor’s voice spoke directly to his heart and Glorfindel’s resistance vanished between one beat and the next.
“It is not in my power to deny you anything, my love; I am yours to do with as you will.” Glorfindel whispered softly into Erestor’s ear before he playfully licked his way from the tip back to the sweet lips for a tha that was a passionate affirmation of their love. He had imagined that the consummation of their marriage would take place somewhere far more romantic than a bed in the healing halls, but the he was so lost in the moment that he would have agreed to make love in front of the very gates of Mordor should his beloved so wish.
“Take your shirt off and then turn over onto your uninjured shoulder,” instructed Erestor, who had already removed the loose pants and shirt he was wearing. Glorfindel was a little taken aback by this suddenly demanding lover, who spooned up behind his Balrog slayer, his own arousal pressing between into the warm cleft that was his ultimate desire. Neither made ant further move as they simply revelled in the delicious sensations on their skin wherever their naked bodies touched.
“Pass me the oil,” Erestor whispered seductively, indicating the small bottle of oil that Glorfindel had used earlier to ease the tangles from his lover’s dark locks.
“Are you certain you are well enough?” His concern was so endearing that it brought a tear of joy to Erestor’s eye.
“Aye. Are you?” he asked in reply as he poured the oil onto his hands and with agonising slowness caressed Glorfindel’s arousal from the base to the tip before rubbing his thumb over the sensitive slit.
“Ah…please…more..” was all Glorfindel could manage to say as coherent thought gave way to wanton need.
“As you wish,” replied the equally needy Advisor as he carefully prepared his lover, taking his rightful place deep within him in a single long slow movement that set the languorous pace for the act of love that would bind them forever. Matching his thrusts with the stroke of on hand while tweaking hardened nipples with the other, and nipping playfully at the soft curve of his spouse’s neck, Erestor made love with his Balrog slayer, taking him with a tenderness and completeness that astounded them both.
Wave after wave of exquisite tendrils of sensation spread through their bodies and the need for the thrusts to become harder and deeper drew them towards the heights of ecstasy. Through the strengthening bond that seemed now to pulse in time with the beat of their hearts, not only could each feel the other’s pleasure, but also the merging of two hearts and souls into one, and as one they released their seeds.
orfiorfindel, did you feel what I felt?” Erestor asked when his senses had returned from the heights of their mutual ecstasy.
“Aye, we are now truly bound and wed, my love.” sighed a fully sated Glorfindel as he turned and took his exhausted bond mate into his arms.
“I suppose we should make a formal announcement,” observed theisorisor as he settled comfortably against Glorfindel’s chest, listening to the heart that now beat in unison with his own...
“I doubt that will be necessary,” smirked Glorfindel, his eyes dancing with amusement at the colour that rose in Erestor’s cheeks. It was very becoming and he was unable to resist placing kisses on them both.
“Why do you say that?”
“Bee mye my sweet Erestor, we just declared our union so vocally that I suspect everyone in Imladris is well aware of it,” Glorfindel murmured into the dark hair.
“Hmm, it was a most pleasurable way of imparting news, perhaps we should do it again later, just to be sure everyone hears the message?” Erestor suggested, his wicked smile changing rapidly to a yawn, causing Glorfindel to do likewise.
“Ai, I fully intend to, whenever and wherever possible,” replied Glorfindel as he parted Erestor’s legs with his knee and suggestively ground his unwounded thigh against his lover’s groin. “Maybe in that quiet little spot in the main garden, or in your study?”
“Mmmm….or your office… or right here,” mumbled adv advisor drowsily as he tried in vain to force his exhausted body to respond to the pleasurable touch. All he managed was another yawn, and sensing his love’s weariness, Glorfindel stilled his movement.
“Aye, but for now I think we both need some rest,” he said tenderly. “Erestor?” Glorfindel asked with some concern, lightly shaking a shoulder when there was no response. His frown turned to a smile when he realised his bond mate was already lost in his dreams and with a contented sigh, Glorfindel rested his chin on the soft hair and allowed his eyes to glaze in reverie.
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Despite Glorfindel’s boast, not all of Imladris had been privy to lou loudly voiced cries of passion coming from the healing halls and it was only when Elrond came to inform the lovers of his decision regarding Amien that he learned what had transpired. He was certain both Glorfindel and Erestor would be relieved to hear that the maid and her parents, under Darian’s watchful eye, were already preparing to leave and that Glorfindel’s own patrol was to escort the family to the Havens.
Hearing no sound from behind the door, and mindful of invading their privacy, Elrond knocked loudly several times before daring to step uninvited into the chamber. He glanced briefly at the untouched meal tray, his eyebrows furrowing as he lifted the kettle and realised that it was not his sleeping draught that was responsible for the exhausted reverie of his friends but more likely their recent activities, as the evidence of his eyes suggested.
He moved quietly over to the bed where the two slept soundly, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he picked up several items of discarded clothing from the floor. Apparently they had not heeded his advice, choosing instead to complete their bond as he had known they would, and yet he could not deny that the loving closeness of the entwined bodies and the looks of utter contentment on the flushed faces was a far better remedy than anything he could devise and his heart filled with joy and relief that all would be well.
“May the Valar bless your union,” he whispered placing a soft kiss of congratulation on the brow of each of his dear friends as he pulled the covers over their nakedness before leaving the chamber and closing the door quietly behind him.
His light heartedness did not pass unnoticed by Celebrían who had also come to see the how Eretor and Glorfindel were faring, especially when he panicked her up by the waist and twirled her around, laughing merrily in a display of his joy.
“Elrond! Whatever has possessed you?” she asked in the same moment her eyes lit with recognition. “Am I to understand the marriage bond is complete?” The lore master merely nodded then kissed his wife soundly.
“Then please unhand me, my love. I must begin plans for the celebrations at once!”
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Chapter 12
The soft sound of the door closing had signalled the return of their privacy and Glorfindel wasted no time in taking full advantage of it to respond to Erestor’s teasing touches, moaning with need as he ravished the mouth that opened eagerly to admit his tongue. The very aroused seneschal drew back a little when the need to breathe forced them apart.
“Would you like something to eat, or perhaps some tea?” Enquired Glorfindel who, out of concern for his love’s weakened state, and the slight ache from his own wounds, made only a token effort to remove himself from the bed. The sound of Erestor’s amused chuckle was as music to the seneschal’s ears and he raised an eyebrow in query as to the cause.
“My dear Glorfindel, we both know that Elrond has put a sleeping draught in that tea, and I assure you I have no intention of drinking it. I have spent more than enough hours in reverie in recent times. There are more important matters to hand.” He grinned wickedly and suited his actions to his words and, taking care to avoid Glorfindel’s injured thigh. His lustful partner threw his head back and groaned as the hand now wrapped his around his shaft, moved agonisingly slowly up and down the hardened length.
“Aye I am certain you speak the truth, but I must say that for one who has been ill for days, you have certainly made a swift recovery,” panted Glorfindel, the huskiness in his voice and the small thrusts of his hips in time with the gentle strokes only served to confirm that he shared in the desire that burned brightly in Erestor’s eyes.
“My body may have become weak as my spirit faded but my love and desire for you never waned, nor will it. Now that we have spoken our vows it shines as brightly as the light of the blessed Trees. Let me make love to you, Glorfindel, for only then will our healing and our bonding be complete.” The intensity of the emotion he heard in Erestor’s voice spoke directly to his heart and Glorfindel’s resistance vanished between one beat and the next.
“It is not in my power to deny you anything, my love; I am yours to do with as you will.” Glorfindel whispered softly into Erestor’s ear before he playfully licked his way from the tip back to the sweet lips for a tha that was a passionate affirmation of their love. He had imagined that the consummation of their marriage would take place somewhere far more romantic than a bed in the healing halls, but the he was so lost in the moment that he would have agreed to make love in front of the very gates of Mordor should his beloved so wish.
“Take your shirt off and then turn over onto your uninjured shoulder,” instructed Erestor, who had already removed the loose pants and shirt he was wearing. Glorfindel was a little taken aback by this suddenly demanding lover, who spooned up behind his Balrog slayer, his own arousal pressing between into the warm cleft that was his ultimate desire. Neither made ant further move as they simply revelled in the delicious sensations on their skin wherever their naked bodies touched.
“Pass me the oil,” Erestor whispered seductively, indicating the small bottle of oil that Glorfindel had used earlier to ease the tangles from his lover’s dark locks.
“Are you certain you are well enough?” His concern was so endearing that it brought a tear of joy to Erestor’s eye.
“Aye. Are you?” he asked in reply as he poured the oil onto his hands and with agonising slowness caressed Glorfindel’s arousal from the base to the tip before rubbing his thumb over the sensitive slit.
“Ah…please…more..” was all Glorfindel could manage to say as coherent thought gave way to wanton need.
“As you wish,” replied the equally needy Advisor as he carefully prepared his lover, taking his rightful place deep within him in a single long slow movement that set the languorous pace for the act of love that would bind them forever. Matching his thrusts with the stroke of on hand while tweaking hardened nipples with the other, and nipping playfully at the soft curve of his spouse’s neck, Erestor made love with his Balrog slayer, taking him with a tenderness and completeness that astounded them both.
Wave after wave of exquisite tendrils of sensation spread through their bodies and the need for the thrusts to become harder and deeper drew them towards the heights of ecstasy. Through the strengthening bond that seemed now to pulse in time with the beat of their hearts, not only could each feel the other’s pleasure, but also the merging of two hearts and souls into one, and as one they released their seeds.
orfiorfindel, did you feel what I felt?” Erestor asked when his senses had returned from the heights of their mutual ecstasy.
“Aye, we are now truly bound and wed, my love.” sighed a fully sated Glorfindel as he turned and took his exhausted bond mate into his arms.
“I suppose we should make a formal announcement,” observed theisorisor as he settled comfortably against Glorfindel’s chest, listening to the heart that now beat in unison with his own...
“I doubt that will be necessary,” smirked Glorfindel, his eyes dancing with amusement at the colour that rose in Erestor’s cheeks. It was very becoming and he was unable to resist placing kisses on them both.
“Why do you say that?”
“Bee mye my sweet Erestor, we just declared our union so vocally that I suspect everyone in Imladris is well aware of it,” Glorfindel murmured into the dark hair.
“Hmm, it was a most pleasurable way of imparting news, perhaps we should do it again later, just to be sure everyone hears the message?” Erestor suggested, his wicked smile changing rapidly to a yawn, causing Glorfindel to do likewise.
“Ai, I fully intend to, whenever and wherever possible,” replied Glorfindel as he parted Erestor’s legs with his knee and suggestively ground his unwounded thigh against his lover’s groin. “Maybe in that quiet little spot in the main garden, or in your study?”
“Mmmm….or your office… or right here,” mumbled adv advisor drowsily as he tried in vain to force his exhausted body to respond to the pleasurable touch. All he managed was another yawn, and sensing his love’s weariness, Glorfindel stilled his movement.
“Aye, but for now I think we both need some rest,” he said tenderly. “Erestor?” Glorfindel asked with some concern, lightly shaking a shoulder when there was no response. His frown turned to a smile when he realised his bond mate was already lost in his dreams and with a contented sigh, Glorfindel rested his chin on the soft hair and allowed his eyes to glaze in reverie.
******************
Despite Glorfindel’s boast, not all of Imladris had been privy to lou loudly voiced cries of passion coming from the healing halls and it was only when Elrond came to inform the lovers of his decision regarding Amien that he learned what had transpired. He was certain both Glorfindel and Erestor would be relieved to hear that the maid and her parents, under Darian’s watchful eye, were already preparing to leave and that Glorfindel’s own patrol was to escort the family to the Havens.
Hearing no sound from behind the door, and mindful of invading their privacy, Elrond knocked loudly several times before daring to step uninvited into the chamber. He glanced briefly at the untouched meal tray, his eyebrows furrowing as he lifted the kettle and realised that it was not his sleeping draught that was responsible for the exhausted reverie of his friends but more likely their recent activities, as the evidence of his eyes suggested.
He moved quietly over to the bed where the two slept soundly, rolling his eyes in exasperation as he picked up several items of discarded clothing from the floor. Apparently they had not heeded his advice, choosing instead to complete their bond as he had known they would, and yet he could not deny that the loving closeness of the entwined bodies and the looks of utter contentment on the flushed faces was a far better remedy than anything he could devise and his heart filled with joy and relief that all would be well.
“May the Valar bless your union,” he whispered placing a soft kiss of congratulation on the brow of each of his dear friends as he pulled the covers over their nakedness before leaving the chamber and closing the door quietly behind him.
His light heartedness did not pass unnoticed by Celebrían who had also come to see the how Eretor and Glorfindel were faring, especially when he panicked her up by the waist and twirled her around, laughing merrily in a display of his joy.
“Elrond! Whatever has possessed you?” she asked in the same moment her eyes lit with recognition. “Am I to understand the marriage bond is complete?” The lore master merely nodded then kissed his wife soundly.
“Then please unhand me, my love. I must begin plans for the celebrations at once!”