Deny Me Not
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Category:
-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,091
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Epilogue
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.
Deny Me Not
Epilogue:
Midsummer approached rapidly, and despite the best efforts of the newly weds to dissuade her otherwise, Celebrían insisted that Glorfindel and Erestor go ahead with their formal wedding ceny any as planned, despite the fact that it was unnecessary.
“Adar and Naneth are coming especially to witness your union,” she told Glorfindel after he had again unsuccessfully tried to forestall her plans.
“Really Celebrían, surely such an act is a private matter between the wedded couple,” he replied deliberately misunderstanding her words in an act of obviously feigned innocence that caused Erestor to chuckle at Celebrían’s embarrassment.
“I meant the speaking of your vows, not the private celebration of your love, Glorfindel, you wicked elf,” she said blushing at the implication as she playfully slapped the seneschal’s arm.
“But we have already done so, and in a manner much more to my liking,” objected Erestor adding his voice to the debate and relenting a moment later when genuine sadness clouded his lady’s eyes. He heaved a sigh of resignation and looked to Glorfindel, silently seeking his approval of what he was about to say. Blue eyes smiled affectionately and the golden head dipped slightly in acquiescence. “However, if it pleases you, dear Celebrían, we will do as you ask,” Erestor said, taking her hand and kissing it gallantly.
“I thought you objected to this fuss more than I,” said a slightly confused Glorfindel, taking his mate into his arms after Celebrían had left. “We both know how much Celeborn and Galadriel enjoy the Midsummer merrymaking in Imladris and they would have attended with or without a wedding.”
“Aye, that is true, but surely it is worth agreeing with her wishes just to see the happy smile on our lady’s face, not to mention gaining possession of the two bottles of his best wine Elrond has offered us to do as his wife asks,” replied Erestor with a triumphant wink.
“You let Elrond bribe you? If that is that your idea of a solution to diplomatic problems then even I could excel as an advisor!” Glorfindel teased, hie eyes sparkling with mirth as Erestor glared at him in the manner that the seneschal had always found particularly attractive.
“I hope I am a little more subtle than that! I had already changed my mind regarding the ceremony, and merely allowed Elrond to believe he had won after he offered his incentive.”
“Ai, my sweet, cunning Advisor, your talents are endless,” laughed Glorfindel as he bent his head and offered his lips for a kiss that was eagerly given. “But what made you so certain I would also agree?” he asked when the lingering sweet touch ended.
“Because my love, where our relationship is concerned, we are of one mind as well as one heart and soul are we not?” Erestor replied as he brushed a few golden strands of silk from his beloved’s cheek.
“Aye, and since that is the case, you must know what is on my mind this very moment,” purred Glorfindel seductively as heimedimed the willing lips in a fevered kiss that only served to set their mutual desire aflame.
“Now there is a welcome sight,” said Darian who had only just returned from his escort duty. The affectionate clasp he placed on the shoulders of the lovers caused them to reluctantly pull apart but both were pleased to know that Glorfindel’s patrol had arrived back in time for the celebration to come.
“Welcome back, mellon nin. How did you find the Havens and the esteemed Círdan?” Glorfindel asked as he sat on the grass, drawing Erestor into the space between his long legs and wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist encouraging the dark head to rest on his chest. Both were still breathless and their eyes were darkened with lust and anticipation of release that, with the interruption due to Darian’s need to speak with his friends, would be all the more pleasurable.
“Círdan is as he ever was, although he took an instant dislike to young Amien and made it plain that he knew of her treachery towards you and Erestor, and expressed his disapproval by hinting that perhaps this would be the first of his swan ships that did not carry all its passengers safely across the sea,” Darian replied as he sat on the grass opposite the lovingly entwined couple.
“Surely she did not cause trouble in the Havens?” Erestor asked incredulously. Not even Glorfindel, who was rather prone to mischief at times, would dare to do anything to offend thepectpected and honoured shipwright.
“Nay, Círdan was merely concerned for one of his own. I believe she has transferred her attentions to one of the Elves from Mithlond who had decided to sail, and strangely enough the young fool seemed to return her feelings,” he answered with a shake of his head clearly indicating his disapproval also.
“The Valar work in mysterious ways at times,” Glorfindel mused moving slightly seeking to rub his arousal against Erestor’s back, who assisted by wriggling backwards a little more. Glorfindel closed his eyes and moaned softly.
“Indeed they do and I imagine we will not learn her fate until we finally leave these shores,” replied Erestor unable to resist raising one of Glorfindel’s hands to his lips and kissing each of the fingers in turn. In response, Glorfindel bent his head and nibbled gently on the tip of his love’s ear causing small shivers of delight to travel directly to Erestor’s groin. When he turned to stifle his own groans by claiming his Balrog slayer’s lips, Darian quickly realised where this increasingly lustful encounter was leading and ped ped silently away, leaving the lovers lost in a world of their own.
Deny Me Not
Epilogue:
Midsummer approached rapidly, and despite the best efforts of the newly weds to dissuade her otherwise, Celebrían insisted that Glorfindel and Erestor go ahead with their formal wedding ceny any as planned, despite the fact that it was unnecessary.
“Adar and Naneth are coming especially to witness your union,” she told Glorfindel after he had again unsuccessfully tried to forestall her plans.
“Really Celebrían, surely such an act is a private matter between the wedded couple,” he replied deliberately misunderstanding her words in an act of obviously feigned innocence that caused Erestor to chuckle at Celebrían’s embarrassment.
“I meant the speaking of your vows, not the private celebration of your love, Glorfindel, you wicked elf,” she said blushing at the implication as she playfully slapped the seneschal’s arm.
“But we have already done so, and in a manner much more to my liking,” objected Erestor adding his voice to the debate and relenting a moment later when genuine sadness clouded his lady’s eyes. He heaved a sigh of resignation and looked to Glorfindel, silently seeking his approval of what he was about to say. Blue eyes smiled affectionately and the golden head dipped slightly in acquiescence. “However, if it pleases you, dear Celebrían, we will do as you ask,” Erestor said, taking her hand and kissing it gallantly.
“I thought you objected to this fuss more than I,” said a slightly confused Glorfindel, taking his mate into his arms after Celebrían had left. “We both know how much Celeborn and Galadriel enjoy the Midsummer merrymaking in Imladris and they would have attended with or without a wedding.”
“Aye, that is true, but surely it is worth agreeing with her wishes just to see the happy smile on our lady’s face, not to mention gaining possession of the two bottles of his best wine Elrond has offered us to do as his wife asks,” replied Erestor with a triumphant wink.
“You let Elrond bribe you? If that is that your idea of a solution to diplomatic problems then even I could excel as an advisor!” Glorfindel teased, hie eyes sparkling with mirth as Erestor glared at him in the manner that the seneschal had always found particularly attractive.
“I hope I am a little more subtle than that! I had already changed my mind regarding the ceremony, and merely allowed Elrond to believe he had won after he offered his incentive.”
“Ai, my sweet, cunning Advisor, your talents are endless,” laughed Glorfindel as he bent his head and offered his lips for a kiss that was eagerly given. “But what made you so certain I would also agree?” he asked when the lingering sweet touch ended.
“Because my love, where our relationship is concerned, we are of one mind as well as one heart and soul are we not?” Erestor replied as he brushed a few golden strands of silk from his beloved’s cheek.
“Aye, and since that is the case, you must know what is on my mind this very moment,” purred Glorfindel seductively as heimedimed the willing lips in a fevered kiss that only served to set their mutual desire aflame.
“Now there is a welcome sight,” said Darian who had only just returned from his escort duty. The affectionate clasp he placed on the shoulders of the lovers caused them to reluctantly pull apart but both were pleased to know that Glorfindel’s patrol had arrived back in time for the celebration to come.
“Welcome back, mellon nin. How did you find the Havens and the esteemed Círdan?” Glorfindel asked as he sat on the grass, drawing Erestor into the space between his long legs and wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist encouraging the dark head to rest on his chest. Both were still breathless and their eyes were darkened with lust and anticipation of release that, with the interruption due to Darian’s need to speak with his friends, would be all the more pleasurable.
“Círdan is as he ever was, although he took an instant dislike to young Amien and made it plain that he knew of her treachery towards you and Erestor, and expressed his disapproval by hinting that perhaps this would be the first of his swan ships that did not carry all its passengers safely across the sea,” Darian replied as he sat on the grass opposite the lovingly entwined couple.
“Surely she did not cause trouble in the Havens?” Erestor asked incredulously. Not even Glorfindel, who was rather prone to mischief at times, would dare to do anything to offend thepectpected and honoured shipwright.
“Nay, Círdan was merely concerned for one of his own. I believe she has transferred her attentions to one of the Elves from Mithlond who had decided to sail, and strangely enough the young fool seemed to return her feelings,” he answered with a shake of his head clearly indicating his disapproval also.
“The Valar work in mysterious ways at times,” Glorfindel mused moving slightly seeking to rub his arousal against Erestor’s back, who assisted by wriggling backwards a little more. Glorfindel closed his eyes and moaned softly.
“Indeed they do and I imagine we will not learn her fate until we finally leave these shores,” replied Erestor unable to resist raising one of Glorfindel’s hands to his lips and kissing each of the fingers in turn. In response, Glorfindel bent his head and nibbled gently on the tip of his love’s ear causing small shivers of delight to travel directly to Erestor’s groin. When he turned to stifle his own groans by claiming his Balrog slayer’s lips, Darian quickly realised where this increasingly lustful encounter was leading and ped ped silently away, leaving the lovers lost in a world of their own.