Deny Me Not

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Deny Me Not

Chapter 13


Erestor awoke to find the chamber in almost total darkness, fingers of pale moonlight providing little illumination, but enough for him to see that Glorfindel still slept. With the softest of touches he caressed the beloved cheek before rising to move to the window and look upon the stars for the first time in the many nights since he had succumbed to Amien’s treachery. The play of the dim light on his naked body highlighted the contrast between white skin and the ebony hair that hung to his waist and mesmerised Glorfindel, who was had awakened with his desire for his mate engulfing him anew.

“You are too far away, my love,” he called softly from the bed, holding his arms out in silent invitation.

“I did not mean to wake you, Glorfindel,” Erestor said climbing back into the bed and sighing with contentment as strong arms pulled him close. He moaned with need as his lips were captured in the most passionate of lingering kisses.

“Do you know what I would like to do now?” Glorfindel asked when he finally released Erestor’s lips. The advisor chuckled softly as his hand travelled to his love’s hardened member.

“I believe I can guess,” he replied teasing the silky hardness with slow strokes.

“Hmmm... as tempting as I find your offer, I had something else in mind,” said Glorfindel much to Erestor’s’ surprise he gently removed his lover’s hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss the fingers.

“What might that be?”

“A warm bath and a large meal, in our own chamber,” replied Glorfindel as rose and handed Erestor the garments that had been neatly folded and placed on the end of the bed, indicating to them both that Elrond had been to visit while they were sleeping. It sounded like a wonderful idea to Erestor as well and he readily nodded his agreement.

“Elrond will not be pleased to find we have released ourselves from the healing halls,” he commented as he dressed, smiling with amusement as Glorfindel opened the door just a little and peered into the hallway, making sure there was no-one to witness their ‘escape’.

“Aye, but neither will he be surprised, knowing us both as well as he does,” observed Glorfindel with a mischievous wink. “Are you well enough to walk, or shall I carry you?”

“You will do no such thing! I will not suffer that indignity, even if it is your arms that hold me. I believe I have already shown you, to your satisfaction I might add, how quickly I am recovering,” replied Erestor, the dire flashing in the seductive eyes combined with the huskiness in his voice almost enough to persuade Glorfindel to abandon his plans and take his lover where he stood.

“Indeed you have,” he agreed, settling for another lingering kiss instead “I think it best that we stop by the kitchen and collect our meal on our way back to our chamber, that way we will face no unwelcome interruptions,” he suggested, rubbing their arousals together so that his mate would be sure to take his meaning.

“An excellent idea,” agreed Erestor, leaning slightly against his lover who had wrapped a supportive arm about his waist as they left the healing chamber. Erestor readily allowed this intimate gesture for despite his bravado, he was still feeling weak, albeit more from their intense lovemaking that afternoon than any other cause.

Choosing to make their way to the kitchen through the servant’s hallways, their progress was slow, made even more so by the frequent need to stop for a kiss or two, yet unmarked by any but one pair of eyes that glittered dangerously with rage and jealousy.

Although her parents had attended the evening meal, desiring to bid farewell to the friends they had made in Imladris, Amien had wisely decided not to join them, taking one last walk around the gardens instead. Her wanderings had lead to the Healing Hall, only to find that she was not permitted entry by Darian who stood watch nearby. Nonetheless, she had used a little known entrance and was headed to wards Glorfindel’s chamber, hastily ducking into a shadowed alcove when the lovers emerged from their own, only to find herself forced to witness a kiss of intense passion barely more than a few in front of the place where she was hiding.

With great difficulty Amien kept her seething rage under control until they had disappeared from view, then she ran out into the night, caring not where her feet carried her until she realised that she was deep within the forest that formed part of Imladris’s protective border.

Amien looked about frantically, her heart racing wildly with fear when she realised she might be lost. Her fear was compounded when Ithil suddenly disappeared behind the thick black storm clouds that were moving rapidly across the night sky, carried by the tempestuous winds that whipped her skirts and hair about her body. The forest was now engulfed in darkness that was only broken by a brilliant flash of lightning and within moments she was drenched by the heavy rain, and then covered in mud when she slipped in one of the rapidly forming pools of water.

Amien desperately sought some shelter from the elements, but finding none, she could only huddle against the trunk of a large tree until the storm passed, but even here there was no comfort, for the leaves rustled wildly in the winds, whispering loudly their displeasure with her presence. Her heart filled with fear as it seemed certain the Valar sought to punish her misdeeds, and so it might have been for as soon as sincere tears of remorse mingled with the rain on her cheeks, the storm eased and as quickly as the tempest had risen, calm descended on the forest.

To Amien’s relief, Ithil also shone brightly once more enabling the bedraggled and finally repentant maid to finally find the path back to the safety of Imladris.

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Early the next morning, Erestor and Glorfindel were awoken by a knock on their door, and exchanging secret smiles at the memories of the loving they had shared for hours after they had bathed and sated their hunger, they took the time for a deeply passionate kiss before calling to their visitor to enter.

“Please forgive the intrusion, my lords, but I wish to apologise for all the pain Amien has caused and to take my leave of Lord Erestor,” said a very humble Galen as he averted his eyes from the intimate scene. The lovers, who had been expecting Elrond, quickly donned their sleeping shirts and sat up, resting their backs against the headboard.

“I am sorry to see you leave under such circumstances, and if it is of any comfort, I do not hold you to blame for Amien’s recent actions,” said Erestor, with a genuine smile for the distraught scribe.

“Nor do I,” added Glorfindel, explaining further when Galen raised a questioning eyebrow. “She is young, but her attempts at seduction were certainly not those of an innocent. Amien has reached her majority and as an adult she must take responsibility for her behaviour and also accept the consequences.”

“That is true, but my wife and I were responsible for her moral upbringing, and in that we have failed miserably.” Erestor and Glorfindel remained silent for they agreed with Galen on this point.

“All will be well when you reach Valinor, of that I am certain,” said Glorfindel with confidence and compassion and, as the other well knew, the voice of experience.

“Thank you, my lord and perhaps by the time you both arrive in the Blessed Realm, Amien will have found as much happiness and love as you obviously share,” he added with a bow of respect for the two as he turned and left the chamber.

“Do you think she will change, Glorfindel?” Erestor asked as he expertly removed the shirt that was hindering his access to Glorfindel’s muscular cheat and the rosy nipples that were already hardening in anticipation of a loving touch of a moist tongue.

“Only the Valar know the answer to that question, my love,” answered Glorfindel, hissing with lust as Erestor used his tongue for licking rather than speaking.