Through The Ages

Hello everyone!

Long time no see! (Totally my fault of course).

Anyway, I’m here today with a special something for you all. Unfortunately, no, it is not an update as such. It is actually a fanfic of my fanfic! :D *screams wildly with arms flailing* How cool is that!? :p

The fantastic (and always giving) Digdigil has written a little something to ‘fill in the gaps’ concerning a scene in chapter 10. If you will all recall Earane mentioned in passing Erestor slipping on some milk Glorfindel spilt and was carried to bed by the Lord. (Just to refresh your memory: )

““Erestor,” Earane said seriously, placing a hand upon his son’s shoulder, drawing his attention away from the box. “I have heard disturbing whispers about Lord Glorfindel’s interest in you… Not two days ago did I hear about the incident in the kitchen… he spilling some milk on the floor, just in time for you to walk in and slip on it, then he carrying you to the healers before taking you back to your chambers and tucking you into bed, all whilst you were dazed and only half aware of what was happening! I wonder how much further he shall go once you have reached your majority.”

“I do not think he intended for all that to happen,” Erestor mumbled.

“Then why was he in the servants’ kitchen at all? Why that particular time? And why was he conveniently not busy the second your head hit the stone floor?” Earane asked accusingly.”

Given that I made up that incident to prove that Earane’s fears were not completely unfounded, it served its purpose and I was not going to go into more detail about it.

Digdigil on the other hand… she has so kindly made up her own version of events surrounding the milk scene and I give it to you today. Please, if you take any enjoyment from this what so ever, please send her a quick thankyou. (elennf569@rogers.com)

And, just so it is clear, although this does fit into my story, it is not of my doing and therefore will have a few things out of place and not quite consistent. TTA is a fanfic of Tolkiens works and it certainly doesn’t have a place in his storytelling. I wouldn’t go that far with this one, just mentioning it so if later I write something that contradicts what is written here, it is not because I have forgotten what was written here, it is because this is not a part of the story that I am writing. It is something Digdigil wrote to correspond with TTA.

Thanks Digdigil! You’re fantastic! *hands over a big bunch of flowers!* *hugs and kisses*

Luv Mawgy

P.S. I won’t write responses to the previous chapter’s reviews here as this is not my work and shall leave them for the next update which shouldn’t be too far away now.


Title: Encounter
Author: Digdigil
Beta: Mawgy
Rated: NC-17
Genre: Ansgt, AU
Warnings: Graphic Slash
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary/Author’s Note: This is a fanfic of Mawgy's fantastic "Through The Ages", that inserts a little vignette into Chapter Nine that explains what happened to Erestor after Glorfindel caused him to fall and knock himself out.


ENCOUNTER

Fanfic based on “Through the Ages” by Mawgy.

(Mawgy’s missing scene from Chapter 9, by Digdigil)

“The servants have been whispering about you and Lord Glorfindel for longer than a couple of days Erestor, if truth be told”, Earane stated. “There are rumours of certain things seen going on in the library – certain positions being assumed that are not normally used by scribes who are meant to be assisting the Lords in looking for certain books”. Earane’s eyes narrowed as he searched his son’s face for a sign that Erestor may have fallen prey to Glorfindel’s desires despite his words to the contrary.

Erestor blushed crimson and looked down at the floor.


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Glorfindel lay on his bed groaning heatedly as he stroked himself while replaying the scene over and over again in slow motion in his mind. He had purposely let the milk spill so that it just covered the width of the kitchen floor from baseboard to cabinet knowing that Erestor was due to come that way any time now. Erestor had turned the corner and started walking rapidly in Glorfindel’s direction, making for that particular corridor that Glorfindel’s large, intrusive body was not blocking. Glorfindel had moved to the other side of the cabinet and was blocking the other route so that Erestor couldn’t get by unless he squeezed his body past Glorfindel’s and he would not do that because he knew it would be just what Glorfindel wanted. So he went the other way, only to slide on the wet patch of spilt milk on the floor. Erestor’s thin-soled boots skidded along the floor as if they were on a sheet of ice – Erestor’s hair, robes and legs flew prettily up in the air and then his bottom and the back of his head heavily hit the polished stone.

With an impressive expression of horror plastered on his face, Glorfindel had bent solicitously over the prone form of the pale Elf lying upon the cold stone, his midnight tresses fanned out behind him, a glazed look in his dark eyes. Glorfindel, in alarm, had placed a hand against the soft white cheek. “Erestor!” he had exclaimed. “Are you hurt?” The slight Elf had moaned and murmured something unintelligible.

His blonde mane falling forward close to Erestor’s head, Glorfindel had cupped the white, trembling face in his two huge hands and scrutinized it carefully. Without delay then, as the servants looked on, Glorfindel had swept Erestor’s slight body up in his strong arms and stormed out of the kitchen. Glorfindel half-walked and half-ran to the Healer’s, carrying Erestor as if he were a precious treasure. People said later that they had never seen the young Lord of the House of the Golden Flower look so seriously concerned about anything before. His hands full, Glorfindel had to kick the Healer’s door open with a heavy boot and once inside, he demanded that the Healer see to Erestor immediately.

After diagnosing a mild concussion, the Healer wrapped a clean white bandage around Erestor’s head at Glorfindel’s insistence and pronounced him fit to go home. Glorfindel then hoisted Erestor into his arms, nodded his thanks to the Healer and left to take Erestor back to his own rooms. He stared down at the pale face, feeling terrible now that his initial feeling of exhilaration had worn off about what he had done to Erestor. He stormed back to the House of the Golden Flower, glowering at everyone in his path who dared to stare questioningly at him and his bundle. When a handmaiden in the hallway asked if she could help to ready the bed for the young scribe she was met with such a thunderous look of reproach that she told the other servants later she thought Glorfindel was going to strike her.

Glorfindel kicked the door shut behind them and strode to the bed with his treasure. He placed Erestor down upon it tenderly and then went back to the door and locked it. When he returned to sit beside Erestor, he lifted a limp, delicate hand to his lips. It quivered slightly in his grasp and was warm as he kissed it. “Erestor. Are you awake?” he whispered. The dark eyes fluttered slightly.

“Hmmm ---“ was the slight murmur emanating from Erestor’s parted lips. Glorfindel traced their soft pink curves with his forefinger and noted the soft pink blush on the scribe’s finely sculpted cheeks.

“Erestor? You don’t know I’m here, do you?” Glorfindel asked the semi-conscious Elf, his tone fierce. The look of the pliant form on the bed was making Glorfindel feel aroused, yet he did not feel that he wanted to take advantage of the younger and smaller Elf at this time. “I only wanted you to fly into my arms and be angry with me and put up a little fight against me”, he said. “It was meant to be fun. I didn’t mean to knock you out”.

There was no response except a slight murmuring from the young scribe. Glorfindel thought Erestor might be thirsty and grabbed a flask of water from the nightstand. He raised Erestor’s head and held the flask to his unresponsive lips, but he tipped out too much and Erestor choked and spluttered and most of the water splashed down the front of his robes. Glorfindel then began to remove the soaked robe, undoing the buttons at the high neck. He scowled as he noted the loose-fitting garment Erestor was wearing, and he pulled the robe down past Erestor’s slim shoulders and then pulled his arms out of its sleeves. Underneath, Erestor wore a simple white shirt with an open neck down to the breastbone, tied with a blue sash around the waist and form-fitting black leggings. Glorfindel cast the robe aside and stopped for a moment to admire Erestor’s slender yet attractive body. “You should never cover yourself completely with those robes”, he thought as he stared in admiration at the dark-haired Elf.

Glorfindel could not resist gently caressing Erestor’s chest underneath the neckline as he lay still on the bed. He leaned forward to plant gentle kisses on the young scribe’s collarbone and nuzzle the place where his long neck met his shoulder. Glorfindel thought he could detect a slight quiver from Erestor as he did so. Gently, he removed the shirt by pulling it up, placing Erestor’s arms straight above his head and after removing the sash, pulling the shirt off carefully over his head. He bent again and let his hair fall onto Erestor’s bare chest, and then he raised his head to leave a trail of kisses along the smooth skin until he came to a nipple which he tasted with the tip of his tongue. He let a hand trail down Erestor’s side to his hip, and then his thigh, rubbing it softly, eliciting a quiet moan from the scribe. Moving his hand toward the inner thigh, Glorfindel’s wrist brushed against something hard in Erestor’s leggings.

Glorfindel’s head snapped up and he looked at the bulge in Erestor’s pants. “It can’t be!” he thought, but he was delighted, and grasped the ties that bound the leggings tightly to Erestor’s hips. Sliding the black ties easily through their eyelets, he then expertly drew Erestor’s leggings down to his knees. There, springing up to point directly at the ceiling, was Erestor’s pretty arousal, a spire of perfection – smaller than Glorfindel’s own – but a desirable thing nonetheless.

“Well, well, Erestor, and I thought that you didn’t like me”, Glorfindel said with a smile and hugged the smaller Elf to him, lifting his limp body and feeling Erestor’s hardness poke against his hip. He ghosted his hand lightly across the velvety head, relishing the sensation of the moisture on its tip. He rubbed the clear liquid between his thumb and forefinger before placing the fingers in his mouth to lick them and taste Erestor’s essence. Erestor’s eyes flickered and he moaned again. Glorfindel put him down, placing the dark head upon the pillow, and looked into the half-closed eyes in the flushed face. “Erestor, are you awake?” he asked, feeling the side of Erestor’s hot cheek.

“Tired – so sleepy ---“ were Erestor’s only slurred words. His eyes closed and his head slumped sideways.

Glorfindel sighed as he realised that Erestor was probably unaware of what was happening to him. The elf-warrior was determined not to take the desirable young scribe in this way. He wanted Erestor conscious and fully aware of what was going on when Glorfindel gave him the fucking of his life. With all his resolve, Glorfindel lifted the slim, shapely legs and tucked them beneath the bedcovers and then he drew the covers up to Erestor’s chin and kissed his forehead.

“Goodnight, sweet scribe”, he sighed and left the room with one last look back at Erestor to make sure that he was not really awake.


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In a passionate crescendo he screamed Erestor’s name as he came in his hand, while thinking of the curved pink lips, hard little nipples and tender erection pointing straight up at the ceiling, the virgin penis never before having been suckled or sheathed.