Awakenings

Part 12.


Erestor blindly stretched out for his bed partner, but frowned when his hand met only the indentation of Glorfindel’s head upon a pillow. He blinked his eyes clear of reverie and found who it was he was looking for. He grinned with amusement as he silently watched Glorfindel try to dress quietly, he had managed to pull on a pair of leggings yet had not tied the laces, and he could not quite get his shirt over his head.

“Where are you going at such an early hour?”

Glorfindel snapped his head over to Erestor when hearing his voice, the picture made all the more amusing as the shirt was presently caught around his head.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.” Came the muffled reply.

Erestor chuckled and standing he helped pull the shirt over the blonds head, giving him a kiss the second his lips were accessible. He smiled as Glorfindel hummed in appreciation and pulled him back for a second more lingering kiss, sliding his hands down to gently grope Erestor’s behind.

With a smile and a chuckle Erestor pulled back, even as the hands on his buttocks pulled him closer.

“I take it your arm is feeling better?” He said in a lazy still sleepy voice as he rubbed his nose against Glorfindel’s.

“Mmhm.” Another long lazy kiss.
“So where were you running off to without telling me? Its still early and you are still hurt.” Erestor was surprised when Glorfindel actually seemed to look away briefly and even removed his hands from Erestor’s behind. It almost seemed as if he were hiding something, as if the blond felt guilty about something.

“I, I was going to see Ecthelion, just for a little while…”
“Oh, why did you not wake me?”
“Well, because…because I did not know how you would feel about it.”

Erestor could not help but feel slightly offended that Glorfindel obviously thought him such a ogre as to forbid him to see his friend whom lay wounded and that had saved his life. But then again, he supposed he could understand it, they had had this arrangement of avoiding Ecthelion when together (which had been frequently) for some weeks now.

“Erestor please, why must we keep avoiding him, haven’t we come far enough, trust each other enough? He is injured! He…”
“Glorfindel! Did you hear me object?”
“Well, no.”
“Well then.”
“So…you don’t mind?”
“Nay, as you said, I think, we have come far enough, I trust you Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel beamed at this and after depositing a very loving and sloppy kiss on Erestor’s cheek continued to dress, or try to.

“Just give me a moment to dress and I’ll come with you.” At this Glorfindel froze, his smile faltering slightly, as he watched as Erestor dashed into the bathroom to splash water upon his face.

“I, I thought you said you trusted me?” There was an edge to his voice that Glorfindel could not hide, despite how much he appreciated Erestor allowing this.

“Aye…” Came from the bathroom, spoken slowly as if the councillor was speaking to someone who was particularly slow.

“Than why are you coming to chaperone us?”

Erestor slowly walked out of the bathroom, a wary look upon his face. “Chaperone?”

“Surely if you trust me as you say than you will not need to supervise our conversation.”
“You know Glorfindel, there was a time that Ecthelion and I were friends also.” It was obvious that the councillor was offended by the tone of his voice. “Has it not occurred to you that I would also like to see how he fares?”

“Perhaps, but, Erestor do you really trust me as you say? Are you sure there is no other reason as to why you really want to come? I want you to trust me, and him.”
“Glorfindel, if I tell you I trust you, then I do. And, I would like to see him, I …have missed his humour.” He said with a small shrug but with a serious and slightly hurt expression. “And he did save my beloved after all.” He finished quietly as he let his robe fall back to the floor and sat back upon the bed.

Glorfindel moved to kneel before his love who was looking most dejected. He took Erestor’s hand with his good one and pressed a chaste kiss to its palm.
“Thank you for trusting me Erestor, I am sorry, I do believe you, and your trust means so much to me. But…could you let me see him alone? Only for a short while, if you were to just give us half an hour…”
“Why?” He asked quietly.

Glorfindel had to smile at the innocent expression on Erestor’s face and in the tone of his voice.
“Because sweetheart…” Here Glorfindel sighed and tried to think of way to phrase what he wanted to say delicately. “Because while we were separated Erestor, he made sure I stayed sane. Being separated from you was so hard for me, and then with my father…” He closed his eyes tight for a moment, but continued as Erestor touched his face gently with concern. “…and now, after all he has done for me, for us, he has agreed to stay away from us. He has been such a good friend. Erestor, he saved my life, in more ways than one, I need to say thank you.”

Erestor nodded and lowered his head for a moment, when he again looked Glorfindel in the eye, he could see the pleading and eager hope for him to accept this. How could he not? With a gentle smile he leaned forwards and pressed a brief kiss to his lovers lips.

“I understand.”

With a thankful smile Glorfindel again rose and pulled Erestor to stand, “Love, will you help me dress?” He asked with a chuckle.

Dressed and ready Glorfindel was half way out of the door before Erestor called to him. “Glorfindel?”

Glorfindel simply turned and smiled.

“So…half an hour? I can join you in half an hour?”
“I wont tell him, you can surprise him.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Erestor stood outside the healing wing doors watching with a bemused expression the two occupants of the room. Glorfindel sat on the end the bed Ecthelion lay in. They both wore bright smiles and were laughing hysterically. He swallowed and adjusted the items in his arms before stepping into the room. He stood there for a few moments before he was noticed. It was Ecthelion who had spotted him first, the injured elf’s roaring laughter immediately ceased into barely restrained chuckles. Ecthelion opened and closed his mouth a couple of times and even sat up as if he meant to leave the room, having grown used to leaving whenever Erestor was near. But of course this was not only absurd but impossible due to his condition, so he simply alerted Glorfindel to Erestor’s presence, looking uncomfortable and slightly guilty.

“Love, come sit with us.” Glorfindel patted the other side of the bed where Erestor promptly sat, he had to grin at the confused look on Ecthelion’s face.

“So what was so hysterical?”
“Oh uh, nothing.” Glorfindel answered quickly, barely containing his mirth, Erestor simply narrowed his eyes at the warrior before looking back to Ecthelion who was faring little better in containing his own chuckles.

“How are you feeling this morn?” He asked with genuine concern that put a surprised smile upon Ecthelion’s face.
“Much better now, thank you Erestor.”
“I am glad to hear it, you look much better.”
“Must be the company.” His meaning was obvious to all three of them, both Glorfindel and Erestor smiled back at him.

Ecthelion watched with amusement as Erestor fumbled with the items he had brought with him, and suddenly an old memory surfaced in his mind. One of sitting beneath an oak, with his new friend Glorfindel and his friend Erestor who seemed impossibly shy. He glanced at Glorfindel and knew that the blond was thinking the same thing, sharing an adoring smile they continued to watch as Erestor shifted almost nervously on the bed.

“I, I uh, hope you don’t mind but I went to your rooms before I came here. I brought you some things I though might want.”
“Thank you that is most kind Erestor.”
“Here, I brought some books, and some sleeping clothes, I wasn’t sure if you already had some here with you…”
“No I didn’t, thank you!” Ecthelion said with relief, he hated the white gown he was made to wear, it opened at the back and he felt quite indecent. He smiled as he noticed Erestor had brought a book he had had beside his night stand, a page turned over in where he had last left off.

“What’s this?” He held up a book that he knew was not his.
“Oh that, that is one of mine, it’s one of my favourites, I think you’ll like it.”

Ecthelion could do naught but smile, Erestor had always been so thoughtful.

“Oh and, here, your flute…”

Ecthelion laughed, he was not amused, simply happy. Although Erestor was clearly feeling a little shy, there was no discomfort or awkwardness between the three of them, it had been a long time since he had felt so content.

“Thank you Erestor I really do appreciate it, though I think you’re coming to visit me has been the highlight of my day. Makes my injuries seem almost worth it.”

Erestor simply smiled, all his apprehension forgotten.
“Perhaps you will play a little for us? If you are up to it?”
“I’d love to.” With that he brought the flute to his lips.

Glorfindel had sprawled out at the end of the bed with his head laying in Erestor’s lap, the councillor absently running his fingers through blond strands. Whist Ecthelion, sat up in his bed playing a favourite melody of his, his lips curving at the edges. When he had finished he graciously excepted the praise he received.

“Did you do away with your old flute? That one has a slightly look to it. Its much bigger than your old one I remember.”

At this both Ecthelion’s and Glorfindel’s eyes went wide and erupted into boisterous laughter.

“What did I say?” Erestor raised a brow in query as to what was so funny.

Ecthelion clutched at his injured side as he nearly choked with laughter. Glorfindel simply turned and buried his face in Erestor’s lap, though his loud laughter was barely muffled by the fabric of the robe.

“What?! It is…it’s a much bigger one than..” And then it became obvious to him as to what the two warriors had been laughing about before he had entered.

“Oh Glorfindel you didn’t tell him?”

The blond simply wrapped his arms around the councillors slim waist and continued to howl into his lap, Ecthelion had curled up on his side, nearly falling outof the bed.

“It’s not *that* funny” He mumbled turning red and with a small embarrassed smile.
“Oh Erestor, you have lost none of your sweet charm!” Ecthelion managed to gasp between chuckles.

Erestor looked down at the boneless mass of warrior that was in his lap, giggling helplessly. He playfully swatted his shoulder, which only caused the warrior to laugh harder. When finally gaining some composure Glorfindel grinned up at his pouting lover who was feigning annoyance.

“Oh come, Erestor, it was to adorable not to share, and its only Thel.”
“Aye, it’s not as if he told the king himself.”
“Told me what?”
“My lord!” Erestor leaped from the bed, almost pushing Glorfindel to the floor in the process. “My lord what brings you here?”

“Why I am here to see how one of my finest guards fares. Ecthelion, how are your injuries?”
“Healing quickly my lord.”
“That is good to hear, it eases my mind to know I have such brave guards, I commend you captain.”
“Thank you my lord.” Ecthelion uttered humbly, in slight awe of the attention he was receiving. “I should be back on duty in no time.”
“This to I am relieved to hear for you will be needed, heir to the house of the fountain, you to, Lord of Golden Flower.” The three elves now eyed their king warily, there was more to this visit than meets the eye. And Erestor was immediately on alert.

“My lord?” Erestor asked more soberly, the role of councillor sliding back into place.
“All in time Erestor, all will be explained in time. For now rest yourselves my captains, but heal quickly, I fear Gondolin will need your swords, and your mind Erestor. In two days there will be a council held. Only my most trusted councillors, which includes you Erestor, and my best captains, that involves the two of you, will attend. But until then, heal. I am glad to find you in better health Ecthelion, rest well now I bid you all a god day.” And with a nod he left.

Ecthelion, Glorfindel and Erestor were all now silent.

“What was that?” Ecthelion muttered.
“I know not what exactly, but we will soon find out.” Replied Erestor.

It was Glorfindel who broke the suddenly sombre mood.
“Thel, why don’t you play us another song. On your *huge* flute?”

Erestor sighed and shook his head, calmly turning to Ecthelion who was again smirking.
“Ecthelion, may I possibly borrow that pillow?”
“Of course.” Ecthelion casually passed over the pillow. Erestor sat with it on his lap for a moment, spreading out the wrinkles slowly with his hands. Before suddenly swinging it at Glorfindel’s head, knocking him to the floor.

Ecthelion grinned as he watched Erestor straddle Glorfindel upon the floor and seemingly beat him senseless with a pillow. Glorfindel was laughing merrily, and soon enough so was Erestor. Life was good, in Ecthelion’s eyes. He had his friends back and they were happy, at the very least he would die with the heavy burden of what he had done to Erestor removed from his shoulders.


~*~*~*~*~*~

Slowly he slid the robe from pale shoulders, just as shaking hands half heartedly tried to pull it back up.

“G-Glorfindel we, we can not. Someone will…oh yes, no Glorfindel, we will be seen!” Erestor panted helplessly.

Glorfindel was in a wicked mood that eve. He had watched Erestor in his office for the past two hours, the simple act of the councillor reading and signing documents had strangely enough brought him to full arousal. Once Erestor had declared himself done for the day Glorfindel had wasted no time in dragging Erestor away to his room. Yet his room proved to be to far away, so the warrior had pulled the protesting councillor into the shadow of one of the large standing pillars on the edge of palace.

“Glorfindel…we, we can’t…”

Ignoring the protests Glorfindel pried the robe from Erestor’s hand and again let his lips feast on the bare shoulder that was exposed to him. Deftly his hands unhooked the front of the dark robe, he grinned deviously as the two red nipples immediately hardened in the night air. Licking his lips he left a hot trail from Erestor’s neck to his nipples, and as much as he had protested Erestor could not help but moan as the warrior latched onto a nipple to bite and suckle on.

Glorfindel again raised his head to suck and mark the pale and soft flesh of Erestor’s neck. His robes had fallen off of his shoulders and were now bunched up at his elbows where his arms bent and clung to the warrior. He gasped as two large hands found themselves in his leggings, grasping painfully at his behind.

“Ai gods Glorfindel you’ve got me so hard.” He panted into the blonds ear, which earned him a growl in reply. Glorfindel had him pressed hard against the wall, his lips attacking the councillors soft neck and his hands roaming his slim body.

A sudden noise from somewhere on their left drew their attention. Both of them looked shocked to see the silhouettes of two other elves, who obviously had had the same idea as Glorfindel. With astonished expressions they faced each other again, Erestor was clearly shocked, and Glorfindel clearly amused. And then a wicked idea came to the warrior.

“I do not trust that look Glorfindel what are you thinking?” He whispered.

Without answering Glorfindel simply knelt down in front of the councillor, pulling the remainder of his robe to the floor and began to untie the laces to his leggings.

“Glorfindel! What are you doing?!” He whispered harshly.
“I bet I can make you come before he does.” He whispered back huskily and with a slight chuckle. Erestor’s eyes had immediately gone wide when realising the blonds intentions.

“Glorfindel no! they’ll see us! Or hear us!”
“No they won’t, if I’m not mistaken they’re a little preoccupied.” Even as he spoke a loud moan came from the other couple.

Having freed Erestor’s need the advisor gasped as the cool night air caressed his throbbing length, only Glorfindel could get him worked up into such a state. He protested again when Glorfindel effortlessly threw each of Erestor’s legs over his shoulders, so as to only have the wall and Glorfindel’s shoulders for support.

All protests died however when his member was swallowed ravenously. Glorfindel set a punishing pace, it seemed he was indeed set on brining Erestor to completion before the other lucky elf. His hands scrambled against the flat wall for something to grip but found nothing. He had no choice but to hold onto the bobbing head that was working him with such precision. Erestor could say with full confidence that Glorfindel indeed knew his body better than he did.

The moans of the others were becoming louder and frantic, their silhouette moving in an identical rhythm to their own. As the others moans became more desperate Glorfindel would suck harder, bob quicker, determined to make Erestor scream his name before the other elf screamed his partners.

“Oh Valar…Glorfindel…Ai! Oh gods!”

Erestor was trying to stay quiet he really was, but a scream was building up inside of him. He clutched desperately at Glorfindel’s hair, arched his back, closed his eyes tight and moaned Glorfindel’s name through clenched teeth as he came down his lovers throat. Only moments later a similar cry of passion echoed between the deserted pillars.

Glorfindel finally set his feet back upon the ground and grinned mischievously.
“Told you I’d make you come before him.”
“Oh I’ll have my revenge you big blond brat, to your rooms now!”

And have his revenge he did. Erestor brought the warrior to the brink of orgasm dozens of times that night before finally, granting him his release. Sated and tired they fell in to reverie holding each other tenderly yet tightly.

The next morning it had been Glorfindel who had woken first. Careful he extracted himself from Erestor’s hold, mindful as to not wake him. After having dressed, this time with much more ease as his arm had near enough healed completely, he bent down to quietly stir Erestor. Not wanted to bring him out of reverie completely he spoke to him in a whisper.

“Erestor, sweet heart?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to go see Thel in the healing wing, its still early so you sleep in a little longer.”
“Um’k” He mumbled.

Glorfindel smiled adoringly and pulled the covers up and around Erestor’s shoulders. Erestor sighed and snuggled down into the soft sheets, just as Glorfindel was about to leave quietly Erestor again mumbled something only just understandable.

“Glorf’nel…kiss..”

Stroking dark hair away from his face that was still flushed from sleep Glorfindel touched his lips to Erestor’s gently. When he pulled away Erestor had already fallen back into slumber, with a small smile upon his lips. Feeling the luckiest elf in all of Arda Glorfindel made his way to the healing wing, content that his Erestor was back in his bed, asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Ah good you’re awake”
“And good morrow to you Glorfindel.” Ecthelion replied with a yawn, setting the book he had been reading down in his lap.
“How are you faring?”
“Well, once my injuries have been checked by the healers I’ll be aloud back into my rooms. I’m just mostly stiff and sore now. I should be fine to go back to training in a couple of days *apparently*.”
“Apparently?” Glorfindel asked with a raised brow, it was obvious Ecthelion was displeased about this.
“Aye, I felt well enough to return to my own room yesterday, and I could be back on the training grounds later this day if I had my way, but of course no….”
“Ai Ecthelion stop your complaining and enjoy the small holiday this has afforded you!” He replied with a chuckle.
“Oh that’s easy enough for you to say, you are not stuck here all day!”

Glorfindel rolled his eyes and held up his hands in defeat.
“All right all right, you win, ‘tis an injustice to keep a warrior cooped up in bed all day.”
“Indeed.” Ecthelion replied indignantly.
“Alright will you now cease your whinging, I must confess I am not only here to see how you fare, I…I need your help.”

Ecthelion raised his brow, a small smile playing on his lips as the blond all of a sudden became almost bashful. Something entirely out of character for him, Ecthelion even chuckled as Glorfindel suddenly found the floor very interesting and would not look him in the eye.

“What do you need my friend?”
“I…well, I need your ‘expertise’ or…how should I put it? I just, need you insight.”
“On what exactly?”
“Well, you…are not a virgin…” he cleared his throat in embarrassment, “Erestor and I are…”
“You want some…tips?” Ecthelion asked with a chuckle.
“Yes! I mean, yes.”
“Well, what exactly is it you wish to know, precisely. What is it that you are unclear of?”
“Well Erestor and I both know that basic mechanics of the act but…”
“Yes?”
“I want to be able to make him scream Thel, and I need the night to be special, very special.”
“Well of course, everyone wants their first time to be special.”
“Nay you do not understand. Thel…I’m going to ask Erestor to bind with me.”