Awakenings

Part 13.

“Bind? Bind?!” A large smile spread across his face and he valiantly tried to sit up, “Dam it Glorfindel come here so I can hug you!” He bellowed with an ecstatic grin whilst holding his arms out.

Glorfindel chuckled and leaned forwards to embrace his friend. “Do not celebrate so soon, I have yet to ask him.”
“You doubt his answer? He loves you beyond any comprehension you fool!”
“And I him, so it must be perfect, I will ask him first and then…I will take him back to my rooms, which must be perfect! With flowers, candles and soft sheets, just as I promised him so long ago. And then…well this is where I need your help, for in this matter I am utterly inexperienced.” He finished with a flush to his cheeks.

Ecthelion had gotten as far as how to carefully insert a single digit and hooking said digit to brush against a so-called ‘special spot’ within when he was interrupted.

“Captain are you ready?” Garon snuck his head about the side of the door with a cheeky smile, a smile that slid from his lips to be replaced with a slight blush as he realised Ecthelion was not alone.
“Glorfindel, my apologies. Would you like me to come back later?”
“Nay Garon its alright come in. Garon is helping me back to my quarters this morn Glorfindel. Why don’t you come by in a few hours, and we’ll talk then. For we indeed need to finish our talk before you try…anything more than what we have discussed of this new technique on the training grounds” He finished with a pointed look in which Glorfindel understood without explanation.
“Very well, are you sure you will not need any other assistance?” He offered.
“Nay! I mean, no, no thank you Glorfindel.”

Glorfindel raised his brow at his friends odd behaviour. Ecthelion, knowing he’d been caught simply grinned whilst nodding over to Garon who was assembling some of the injured elf’s items. Glorfindel’s eyes widened as Ecthelion slowly nodded yes. Giving a cheeky wink and with a knowing smirk Glorfindel cleared his throat and raised from the bed. Ecthelion rolled his eyes at the blonds attempt at subtlety and hoped Garon had not noticed.

“I’ll ah, leave you to it then. Garon, Thel.” With a nod and cheeky grin the warrior made to leave the room. It amazed him, even when injured and bed ridden Ecthelion had no troubles in the art of love or lust.

“Glorfindel, just ask him, celebrate his acceptance and then come to me in a couple of *hours*”

Glorfindel snorted as the last word was stressed so as not to be misinterpreted, quickly turning he left the healing wing. Ecthelion was right, he should ask him now, before he lost his nerve. And then tomorrow night they would belong together forever, he would much rather do it this night, nay this very second. But he wanted it to be perfect, he wanted everything to be as he had promised Erestor, and he also knew that they had a most important council to attend later that day. Erestor would be by the kings side for the rest of the evening, and would be occupying his brilliant lovers mind the entire evening, which was not the most romantic of ideas. With a determined nod he walked back to his rooms, his hands wringing nervously.

Glancing at the closed door Glorfindel had just walked through, Garon dropped the items he had supposedly been busying himself with and strolled over to the bed Ecthelion laid in. Whilst casually searching his nails for dirt, acting as if Ecthelion was not even there he carefully straddled the injured elf’s lap.

“You know, I think I prefer the white gowns they had you in. They gave me a delectable view of your gorgeous behind.”
The injured elf threw his head back and laughed.

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Glorfindel made one brief stop before going to his rooms, he travelled down to the gardens to find one more perfect rose. And this one Erestor would keep until utterly withered away, he then returned to his quarters where Erestor still lay in slumber, just as the light of dawn was fully spreading through the branched of the blooming trees.

Glorfindel opened the door to his bedroom quietly, after closing it silently he leaned back upon it with a soft sigh and loving smile. Erestor still slept, though he had moved slightly. Erestor was sprawled out where Glorfindel had been sleeping, hugging the blonds pillow tightly against his naked form. His milky white limbs clutching around it and the coverlet only just reaching the tempting curve of his behind. Glorfindel all of a sudden found himself very envious of his pillow.

He knelt beside the bed, and with the lightest of touches ran the soft petals of the rose against Erestor’s cheek. The light touch was enough to wake the slumbering elf. Long lashes batted and dark eyes cleared, accompanied by a slow and lazy smile.

“Mmm, Glorfindel.”

Wordlessly Glorfindel pulled the pillow away from willowy arms and slid beneath the sheets. Erestor grinned and moved aside to make room for his lover. With a playful smile Erestor ducked beneath the sheets, and pulled free the sash that was rapped around the blonds waist just as Glorfindel was reaching to pull him close .

Having risen early that morn as was his warrior instinct from beginning training sessions at dawn before most others in the palace had even stirred, Glorfindel had only donned a simple and baggy shirt that laid open most of the way down his chest. Tied off at the waist with a sash.

Erestor, having disposed of the annoying sash now dived beneath the tent that was supposedly a shirt and popped his head through the gaping neck hole, so as they laid chest to chest, eye to eye.

Glorfindel chuckled as he watched Erestor fumble within the folds of his shirt and then appear before him, dishevelled and looking impossibly cute with the cheeky and satisfied smirk.

“You know Glorfindel…” Erestor looked down between their bodies, “you are incredibly sexy, were you aware of that?”
“I am? ‘tis good to know.” He replied, trying to hide his own amusement as he played along.
“Aye you are, I mean…” again he looked down between them, “look at that chest.” His voice was taking a husky tone, his grin becoming wider as he could feel Glorfindel’s now half hard shaft against his thigh. “So toned and muscular , and, and..” he glanced back up at Glorfindel and ground his next words out through clenched teeth. “I could just eat you.”

That had done it, his once half erect penis now stood straight at full attention, awaiting instructions.

“In fact, I think I will. But where to start?” He bit his lip as if in thought. “Hmm, this ear is looking in dire need of nibbling wouldn’t you say?”
“Well, now that you mention it..”

Erestor slowly slid his tongue from the lobe to the tip of Glorfindel’s ear where he indeed nibbled the sensitive point, making the warrior moan and chuckle quietly.

“Hmm, that is a very seductive little ear you have there, let me try the other one.”
Glorfindel seemed to moan even louder as the process was repeated on his other ear.

“Yes, as lovely as your right ear is I believe I favour your left. Now…” he began with a serious façade as he looked back down at the chest that was rising and falling quickly beneath his own. “Your nipples are a whole other story, for how am I to choose between two such perfect nubs?”

“I can think of a way..” Glorfindel replied huskily.
“I bet you can…” Erestor dipped his head back down to taste the succulent nubs but popped back up a moment later to again face Glorfindel. “And I especially love it when your voice gets all deep like that.”
“Oh really?” Glorfindel replied in as deep a voice as he could manage. Erestor snorted and rolled his eyes before again disappearing below the shirt. Glorfindel grinned to himself as all he could see was a moving lump beneath his shirt, hovering over his chest.

“Now, which one first?” Was mumbled from beneath the shirt. “I know..”

Glorfindel threw his head back as one nipple was suckled on and the other pinched and rolled beneath fingers and thumb. He couldn’t help but thrust his groin up in the hope of contact as the process was repeated in reverse order. After a good five minutes of pleasurable distress Erestor came up for air.

“Hmm, oddly I think I prefer your right.” Erestor grinned as Glorfindel continued to try and rub his lower half against him. He shuddered at the feel of the warrior’s leggings against his naked and hardened arousal. Unable to resist he joined the gyrations and lost himself for a few moments at the sensation. Eventually he managed to still the warriors hips, he was not yet done with his exploration of Glorfindel’s body.

“Is it not odd, that some of the most pleasurable parts of the body come in pairs? Your testicles for instance…” Glorfindel gasped as a hand dipped into his leggings and cupped his heavy sacks. “Now I doubt I‘d ever be able to pick a favourite here, well, not from touch alone anyway…” He whispered wickedly against Glorfindel’s lips before once again disappearing from the warriors sight.

Glorfindel’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as his leggings were forcefully pulled off of him, he would of chuckled at the menacing giggle that came from his southern regions if it was not for the mind blowing pleasure that was coursing through him. He rotated his hips as one of his balls was teased mercilessly and then the other.

He playfully glared down at the giggling he heard after yelping when feeling teeth playfully bite at his sensitive wrinkled skin. And then Erestor pulled away. He smiled as Erestor pushed the large shirt up, past his stomach, giving his navel a quick lick, past his pectorals, giving his nipples a quick nip each, and then over his head.

“That’s better.” He cooed as he sat astride the warriors hips. “Now, I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything, anything and everything…” He answered breathlessly.
“Touch yourself…slowly.” He said seductively as he took his intended rose from the warriors hand and with a grin held it between his lips, his teeth biting the stem.

Glorfindel grinned and slowly, ran his hands down his chest. Never taking his eyes off of Erestor’s he slowly, as instructed, touched himself. He would close his eyes whenever it began to feel *really* good, but whenever he would open them he would see him, watching.

“You want to rub it harder now?”
“Mmhm,” was the intelligent reply.
“You want me to rub it?”
“Yes, yes Erestor.”

With a wicked grin Erestor crawled up the length of his lovers body, taking the rose from his mouth he placed it upon the unused pillow so as not to be damaged. He snorted when he realised Glorfindel was still stroking himself. With an assertiveness that impressed even himself he removed the sweaty hand from the weeping length and gathered both of Glorfindel’s hands in his.

It was somewhat comical to let Erestor pin his hands above his head, the councillor’s body having no strength over Glorfindel’s warrior hardened one. Yet he allowed the shift in dominance with a chuckle, loving this more experimental and playful side of Erestor.

Erestor slowly leaned in for a lingering kiss, he did not pull fully away but simply trailed his tongue down Glorfindel’s chin, chest and abdomen, leaving a slick and tingling trail. Eventually he had to let go of Glorfindel’s hands, but to his satisfaction the blond kept them above his head, clinging onto the pillow he rested his head upon as his eyes watched the councillors every move. He teasingly lingered at the base of Glorfindel’s stomach, nuzzling into fine golden curls and grinning as hard abs quivered in anticipation.

“I’m not doing it until you ask me to.” He giggled
“Ask you?” He panted.
“Mmhm, tell me what you want me to do.”

Glorfindel’s mouth hung open in a lopsided grin, just when he thought Erestor could not surprise him anymore than he already did…

“lick it.” He ordered gruffly but with a wary eye, he didn’t want to go as far as to actually offend Erestor. However all thoughts of manners flew out of his mind as Erestor trailed his tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. Upon reaching the tip Erestor looked back up awaiting more instructions with seductive smirk. A ripple of dark hair fell over one side of his face and tickled the inside of a tensing thigh, dark eyes glittered and stared back at him from behind that heavy shield of pitch black hair and long lashes. Swallowing and controlling the urge to giggle like a child Glorfindel licked his lips and gave his second request.

“Kiss it.”

Erestor obligingly took the swollen head into his mouth and proceeded to suckle gently, only breaking away to spread small kisses and tiny nips to the underside and heavy sacks below before again looking up to await further instructions.

“Valar Erestor please just suck me!”

Erestor laughed at the impatient tone and playfully tickled the blonds sides before giving his lover what he craved. It didn’t take long, he had thoroughly teased the warrior already. He began slowly, simply sliding his lips up and down the hot length, hollowing his cheeks and sucking gently as he did so. But eventually he increased his momentum, he sucked fiercely and soon enough ripped Glorfindel’s orgasm from him.

When licking his lips clean he lay himself beside his lover, feeling extremely proud of himself as he gazed at his sweat covered, panting and utterly spent bed partner.

“You’re very good at that.”
“I know. Care to repay the favour?” He asked sweetly whilst batting his eyelashes, something that made Glorfindel snort with laughter.

“Do not try and play sweet and innocent with me, you are anything but. Though, I will gladly return such favours, with much zeal and enthusiasm I assure you.” He spoke huskily as he quickly rolled on his side to blanket the smaller figure beside him. “Though, I have something…different in mind.”

“You do?” Erestor asked with a brow raised.
“Aye, lay back and just trust me.”
“What an absurd thing to ask, of course I trust you.”

Glorfindel smiled and made his way down Erestor’s body with many a sweet kiss and heated tantalizing touch. Erestor hummed with pleasure and closed his eyes as he felt Glorfindel’s lips edge closer to the centre of all his pleasure. But as the warrior passed it and travelled lower he opened his eyes with a gasp.

“Just trust me Erestor.”
“W-what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to touch something inside of you, I’ll be gentle. I’ll only use one finger and it shouldn’t hurt that much, he said it would feel good for you.”
“He?” Erestor asked with trepidation clear in his voice.
“Ecthelion.”
“Oh, you….you were talking about, about…”
“Fulfilling the promise we made so long ago aye, is that alright?”
“Well, yes of course, but…”
“But?”
“When were you going to tell me?”
“That *had* been my goal but you ambushed me if you remember.”
“Oh.” Erestor replied with a sheepish grin. “So, what exactly were you talking about, and what were you going to say to me before I ‘ambushed’ you?”
“All in good time, if you wouldn’t mind I’d like to concentrate on giving you the best orgasm of your life.”
“My sincerest apologies, please, do not let me delay you further.”
“Uh, I need…I need some sort of oil or lubricant.”

Erestor looked around the room and triumphantly picked up the lantern from the bedside table. “Would the oil for the lantern work?”

“Aye! Perfect.”

Once Glorfindel thought his finger sufficiently coated, (where in fact he had near drenched his entire hand with oil) he set the lantern on the floor and then turned back to Erestor who was watching warily with his legs spread widely. Smiling sweetly he kissed the inside of Erestor’s thigh as he gently circled the untried entrance.

“I don’t have to do this if you do not want me to, I just want to give you something you’ve never experienced before.”
“No, no I want it. Just, go slowly.”

Glorfindel ever so slowly and with the greatest of care let his finger slide inside of Erestor. His mouth went dry at the incredible soft yet tight heat around his single digit.
“Alright?” He asked concernedly, Erestor lay there, his eyes closed with a look of concentration on his face. He desperately wanted to find the spot Ecthelion had told him about.

Biting his lip he pushed the digit in farther, halting when hearing Erestor hiss slightly. After a quick nod from Erestor he continued but at a slower pace, the rings of tight muscle around his finger clenched and unclenched naturally and Glorfindel groaned at the feel of it.

When finally his entire finger was within he curved his finger just as Ecthelion had instructed, and nothing happened. He looked up at Erestor and he still lay there with his eyes closed and brow furred. He tried again at a slightly different angle and was taken aback by Erestor’s reaction. The councillor gasped loudly, his eyes flying open and looked down at Glorfindel with his mouth hanging open.

“Good?” The blond whispered.
“Do it again, do it again!”

Glorfindel repeated the action and smiled as Erestor moaned loudly and arched his back.

“Oh my! Oh…ah! Gods Glorfindel…what, what are you doing to me?!”
“To be perfectly honest I do not know, tell me what you feel.”
“I…I…AI HARDER!”

Glorfindel’s eyes went wide as Erestor arched clear off of the bed and began to thrust back onto his finger.

“Please…more! More!”
“I can’t Erestor, I don’t know what else to do and…”
“I don’t care! Just give me more! Use another finger anything! Oh gods help me!”

Glorfindel floundered for a moment, Erestor was thrashing wildly on the bed, he realised that this was Erestor lost in complete ecstasy. Yet he was still unwilling to risk any hurt to his love, no matter how much he begged

“Nay I can not, Ecthelion warned me specifically not to.”
“Please Glorfindel, please…”

Taking pity and feeling slightly guilty for getting Erestor so worked up in the first place Glorfindel dipped his head to take Erestor’s length into the back of his throat. Moving his head in synchrony to his thrusting finger. He was in awe as Erestor moaned, thrashed and even wept in passion. When he acme, it was with a scream. Glorfindel had swallowed Erestor’s seed many a time, and never had Erestor cum so hard. Just as he thought Erestor was finished he would jerk again, another small jet shooting down his throat.

He pulled back slowly and took in with wide eyes what he had done to his lover. Erestor lay panting harshly, an arm thrown over his closed eyes with tear tracks down the sides of his cheeks. His skin seemed to glow in the aftermath and was slick with sweat, his body seemed devoid of any structure or bones, he lay helpless, utterly consumed and sated.

“Erestor, are you alright?” He asked hesitantly.

Erestor let his arm fall to his side and finally opened his eyes.
“Re-remind me to thank Ecthelion.” He breathed.

Glorfindel sighed with relief and laid next to Erestor, he was strangely unsure of how now to proceed, Erestor looked almost fragile as he tried to recover from the intensity of what it was he had just experienced.

“Glorfindel…”
“Yes?” He asked as he moved closer and gently stroked a very flushed and damp cheek.
“I need you to hold me.” He whispered.

Glorfindel immediately gathered Erestor in his arms, it amazed him how fragile and small Erestor seemed to him in that moment. He held him close and handled him gently as if he were a rag doll, and never had he felt so overprotective as he did in that moment, where Erestor was physically at his weakest.

Erestor was usually very affectionate, but now, now Erestor was purring. With his head against Glorfindel’s shoulder he affectionately rubbed his nose beneath the blonds chin in a feline manner.

“Closer.” Erestor whispered.

If possible Glorfindel held him closer still. He closed his eyes against unexplainable tears. Something was wrong. He knew not what but something was going to happen, he could feel it. He felt it as one of those rare inexplicable moments where there was no denying, no way of hiding, it simply, was. With a cursed infallibility it had been made known to him by some higher power that his world was about to end. He knew not exactly when, but it would happen, he would be ripped from this world as Erestor’s heart would be ripped from his body.

This moment, this single moment he knew he would have to cherish, have to remember and be satisfied with. For as the blood drained from his body and his hands began to shake he *knew* that a great evil would be upon them, and soon. He had only precious days maybe left. A heavy weight settled over his heart, and he silently wept into Erestor’s hair. Had his Erestor not suffered enough? Determined and with an utter lack of fear he swallowed his fate, but swore his vow anew. He would make his way back.

“Glorfindel? Why do you weep?” Erestor whispered as he turned his head up to face his beloved. He did not like the look in Glorfindel’s eyes, it scared him. But his voice seemed to bring Glorfindel from his thoughts, and the shadow that had clouded blue eyes had been hidden from him, yet he knew it was still there.

“I weep, because I love you.”
“And I love you, but they are not happy tears Glorfindel. What are you hiding, what is it you know that I do not?”

Glorfindel did not answer him, he simply stared back at Erestor unblinkingly, and with that one look, it seemed to answer his question yet tell him not to ask, that it did not matter. That all was eventual and inevitable.

“I’m afraid.” He whispered. Yet he knew not what he was afraid of.
“There is no need to be. Today is a day of council, to gather and protect our city. But tomorrow, tomorrow night we will bind, and be one.”
“Yes, yes we will bind Glorfindel, we will bind.” He said with such urgency that Glorfindel had to again pull him closer into his arms and rock gently.

He cooed and soothed, and eventually the hands that dug and held tightly onto his skin loosened as Erestor allowed himself to be held as silence hung around them in a protective shield. Keeping the reality of what was to come from them for a few more precious last moments. As if they could simply imagine that they sat beneath an old oak tree, within a world of perfection that is only realised when threatened, a world with warm breezes that hummed a melody of wonder. A world of endless sunrises and swaying trees that sung and whispered of beauty, prospect and endless time to be in love.

An endless amount of time to be in love they were denied.

A bed had indeed be laden with soft sheets, sheets that were never slept in. The room had indeed been filled with sweet smelling flowers and candles. Flowers that were never smelt and candles that were never lit.

They did not bind.

There had been a council, but little did it help. There was nothing they could do, they had been betrayed by one of their own kin. Fire, screams, crumbling walls and the slashing of swords. All of it a blur, happening so quickly yet seemingly in slow motion.

It was all so quick, not sudden but not so late as to be prepared for. For how can one prepare for the end? The end of everything they had ever known.

All the brave had fallen, there had been to many beasts, to much fire. The innocents that had been protected had escaped, but the ones who stood in the path of evil, in the path of inevitable death had fallen. There were soldiers strewn everywhere, even as Gondolin crumbled, they lay lifeless, their spirits whisked away to heal, to find peace after their final blazon.

Garon, a once brave and merry elf, lay in the streets lifeless after protecting a fleeing woman and child. The second his eyes had closed the pain had ended, he had been swept in protective arms of a higher being that loved him as a precious child.

Ecthelion lay dead, in a fountain no less. After slaying the Gothmog, the lord of Balrogs. The last remaining of the great and short lived captains was Glorfindel.

They had found each other, before the end. Erestor had gone against his wishes and had not fled with the other fleeing elves of Gondolin. The background of fire and screams melted away. Glorfindel’s sword lay limply in his hand as they stood quietly opposite each other for a moment. Both knew that this was their final moment together. Without thought as to their surroundings they flew into each others arms.

His arms shook as he held Erestor tightly, his eyes closed and tears fell silently as Erestor already moaned in anguish of what was to come. And then he saw it, he saw his fate, a balrog with fiery whip and sword. He tried to pull away from Erestor, but his beloved began to scream as he did so. No words in particular, just noise, screams of pure terror and denial. Eventually he managed to hold Erestor’s face firmly in front of him, his heart breaking at the wide brown eyes reflecting pure agony and begging in vain for some other option.

“Its only good bye for a little while, not forever.”

He could tell Erestor was trying desperately to speak, but he shook to badly, everything was happening to fast for him. Where as strangely for Glorfindel everything seemed to be in slow motion. Eventually he managed to speak, but all he could say was one word, desperately over and over again.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! NO! NO!NO!”

Cupping his small quivering chin he managed to still Erestor’s shaking form for a few moments.

“Erestor, you remember that promises we made to each other?”

A shaky nod.

“All will be fulfilled. You must live and I must die.”

Again Erestor began his screaming and protesting but Glorfindel held him firmly and forced him to regain some semblance of control for their last few moments again.

“You promised me you would live, I hold you to that, And I swear to you Erestor, I *swear* that I will return.”
“J-just let me come with you, p-please..”
“No Erestor. We will love in life not death. And I can not bare for you to die, for if you did than everything, everything I have fought for here today was in vain. You swore to me you would live. You must do this for me, for that is the only way I can do this, let me die an honourable death, I beg you.”
“But…I can not wait to sail, if, if I live than I am needed here...”
“Precisely, and I swore to you I would find a way back. I will, I will find a way back to Arda. And we will live and love. Until then remember our happiest moments, remember our first kiss, remember reading to me under blue skies beneath the old oak, until I return to build new memories with you.”

Erestor could only nod, holding on to the arms that held the sides of his head firmly as their brows touched, the beast in the background looming closer and closer

“One last kiss.” The warrior whispered, and shakily touched their lips together.

“This is not the end.” He whispered into Erestor’s ear, before forcefully pushing him away.

‘I love you’ was mouthed by Erestor who could not find his voice.

Glorfindel took one last look at his beloved. There was no fear in his eyes, because he was dying so that his love could live. He squared his shoulders, picked up his sword he had not realised he had dropped, and turned.

When he fell, it was with relief in knowing that the beast had fallen also. Whilst death consumed him his mind was not filled with images of fire and darkness, but with a picture of two young boys, beneath an old oak sharing a first innocent kiss. He was the sole soldier that day to die with a smile upon his lips. He did not hear the enraged screams of the young elf he fell in love with so long ago, and he did not see him being dragged away to safety. What next he saw, was mist and fog, extinguishing the pain and fire, before someone, something so mighty and knowing took him into their arms and through the cooling fog.