Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (16/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil
Author: jenolas

Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Chapter16/?

Midsummer’s Eve was traditionally celebrated in the gardens of Imladris, but in deference to the many visitors from the woodland realms, this year it had been decided that one of the larger glades in the nearby forest would provide a more suitable venue. Erestor had selected the perfect location, according to Perion when he accompanied the advisor on a quick visit to satisfy himself that everything was proceeding on schedule. It was, but there were also many elves waiting to plague the advisor with questions such as “Do you think we need more tables, my lord?” “Have we hung enough garlands from the trees?” “When should we light the candles?”

Erestor answered each one appropriately, frowning at the inability of his staff to make such simple decisions on their own. He seriously contemplated spending the rest of the day personally supervising the work had not Perion, with a sympathetic smile pulled him aside, seeking his attention.

“I am glad Thranduil decided to allow me to accompany him to Imladris, else I would be in the same position as you are today, listening to endless questions that require immediate yet obvious answers,” he chuckled as they continued to walk, back along the path that lead the archway that served as a gate. “You have chosen a delightful setting for an evening’s frolicking beneath the stars. Have you given any thought to the selection of music?” Erestor’s response was an eyebrow raised in query indicating he did not quite understand what Perion was asking.

“Lindir, our chief minstrel, is the one to ask if you have something in particular you would like to hear performed,” the advisor replied, correctly assuming that was the reason for the inquiry.

“I see, then perhaps you would be kind enough to show me where I can find your minstrel?” Perion asked. Erestor nodded and lead the way to the small hall where the musicians often practiced and after making the introductions, left Perion and Lindir engrossed in a discussion regarding the songs favoured by the woodland elves.

When Erestor reached his office, he found his desk littered with untended paperwork. Mostly it consisted of the invoices for the various good bought from the traders for the celebrations, a few letters but there were also the regular monthly inventories and reports which required attention, holiday season or not. With a sigh, he sat down to begin work, thankful that at least that his task would make the time until Glorfindel’s return pass quickly. He felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of his lover, and not for the first time marvelled at how much in love, and how strongly they still desired each other after all their time together. He silently thanked Namo for releasing Glorfindel from his halls and for the happiness he and the reborn Balrog slayer were able to share so openly.

“Would you like some help with that?” Elrond asked from the open doorway, his silent approach rousing his advisor from his contemplations.

“Nay, I can manage, thank you. I hardly expected to see you at all today, and why is Thranduil not with you?” he asked curiously as his lord and friend of millennia entered the office and sat in the armchair that was usually reserved for Glorfindel.

“My dear one is seeking out his steward to inform him of our plans to take a stroll to the waterfall,” Elrond replied as he accepted the cup of wine Erestor handed him. “’Tis a warm day and a swim in the cool waters will be most refreshing.”

“I am sure, and probably necessary if you choose to spend your time, and energy in one of the more romantic spots,” Erestor smirked, his meaning plain.

“That was certainly my intention. I believe that secluded little pool near the base of the smallest waterfall is most favoured by lovers, is it not?” Elrond asked feeling extremely pleased to be having this conversation with his advisor. In the past he had often teased Glorfindel and Erestor about their sexual appetites, but now that his own lover was in Imladris, he certainly understood how easily it was to be distracted buy a secret smile or a glimpse of need in adoring eyes.

“Aye, Glorfindel and I have spent some most enjoyable hours there,” agreed the advisor with a smile that spoke of fond memories. “I trust you two will remember your obligations and return in time for the feast,” he stated in all seriousness. Elrond laughed heartily.

“Ai, this is certainly a new experience! It seems strange to be the one needing such a reminder, especially when I consider how often I have given you and Glorfindel the same friendly warning,” he said in answer to Erestor’s unspoken question.

“It is good to see you so happy, and perhaps Galadriel is right. Perhaps it is high time you spoke openly of your love. When you finally discovered the truth about Glorfindel and me, we both felt as if a veil had been lifted from our hearts, revealing the great joy we had been missing by not sharing our love with our friends.”

“Why did you keep it secret? You were not faced with the same restrictions as Thranduil and me?” Elrond asked the question he had often wondered about.

“Nay we were not and I am afraid I was to blame for the secrecy. Glorfindel is so well loved by all, and desired by many, that I did not wish anyone to think I was merely another conquest.” Erestor explained, allowing his previous insecurity to show.

“Erestor, believe me when I tell you that not even Glorfindel’s most ardent admirer would have been able to convince themselves of that when they saw you two together after you announced your commitment to each other. I have never before seen a couple so obviously in love.”

“Aye we are indeed, and I see the folly in my choice now, but are you not also making the same mistake?”

Elrond smiled at his friend’s revelation and the subtle advice he was offering.

“I believe Thranduil is beginning to think so, but I still have reservations.” he replied cautiously.

“Which we will discuss while we relax by the waterfall,” Thranduil said as he stepped into the chamber, having heard the last part of the conversation.

The king held his hand out to Elrond, who took it and willingly allowed himself to be drawn into a warm embrace followed by a lingering kiss. Erestor smiled at the scene, but when the kiss became a little more passionate and hands began to wander, he cleared his throat noisily to gain the lovers’ attention.

“Since I have no intention of vacating this office to give you two the privacy you will need if you continue in this manner, I suggest you make haste for your destination,” he said in a manner that Elrond thought was a fair imitation of the kind of reprimand he had often given his lusty seneschal and advisor.

“That is an excellent suggestion, my dear Erestor,” Elrond said when he finally released his lover’s lips.

“We will see you at the feast,” Thranduil said by way of farewell.

Erestor watched them leave, sighing sadly when they exchanged a guilty glance and released their hands before stepping out into the passageway. Suddenly overcome with a longing to kiss his own lover, Erestor lost interest in the paperwork, tidied his desk and made his way back to the chambers he and his beloved shared, deciding that a nice relaxing bath would be a better way to pass the time until Glorfindel returned.
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Twilight was just beginning to fall when the seneschal and his companions returned and Erestor awoke with a start when his lover flopped beside him on the bed where he had apparently fallen asleep after his bath. Before he could utter a word, his lips were captured in a fierce kiss and a tongue that tasted of wine plundered his mouth.

“Did you miss me, my sweet one?” Glorfindel asked, snuggling his cheek up against Erestor’s shoulder when the kiss ended.

“Perhaps a little,” the advisor conceded, as he kissed the soft golden hair. “I judge by the taste of wine we just shared that you indulged in the customary cup or two with your warriors when you made your deliveries?”

“Aye and we sang some songs and told a few bawdy tales as well,” he said with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as Erestor rolled his, indicating his disdain.

“I hope you did not offend your companions from the Golden Wood,” he asked, knowing just how crude Glorfindel and his warriors could be when emboldened by wine.

“Offend them? Not likely! They laughed along with the rest of us, and the stories Celeborn told made mine sound like children’s tales in comparison. And as for Haldir… he offered some very interesting insight on a style of swordplay I have never tried. Shall I demonstrate?” the Balrog slayer asked eagerly.

“I am not in the mood for sparring,” Erestor replied as he lifted his body slightly to allow his lover to remove the shirt he had deftly unlaced while they were speaking.

“Nor am I, ‘tis a sword of a more pleasurable kind to which I was referring,” Glorfindel said as he reached lower to tease the bulge that could easily be seen in his lover’s leggings.

“Then consider me a willing student,” Erestor replied, rolling onto his side and thrusting his hardness against a well muscled thigh. Erestor whimpered with need when Glorfindel removed his leggings, then lightly kissing the head of his engorged cock before rising and discarding his own clothes. His nakedness revealed the seneschal’s state of arousal and he pulled Erestor to stand before him.

“Close your eyes, put your hands on my hips and remain perfectly still,” Glorfindel whispered, his warm breath caressing the sensitive tip of a pointed ear causing fire to travel to Erestor’s cock, making it jut forward as it became even harder. Erestor did as he was asked and sighed with pleasure as strong yet gentle hands rested lightly on his shoulders.

He felt Glorfindel move slightly and his eyes flew open as he felt the ridge of his lover’s velvet coated hardness slowly travel the length of his cock from the base to the weeping head. Glorfindel rotated his hips slightly, and the two heads came together as if sharing a kiss of their own before he continued the stroke back along the other side. The touch was so exquisitely arousing as to be almost painful and Erestor’s heart began racing wildly as Glorfindel repeated the movement over and over again. Each time the sensitive heads touched, Glorfindel teased his lover’s lips with his tongue, sending at tingling sensation coursing through their blood as the moistness met the soft flesh enhancing the fire of the more intimate touch below.

“Ai, Glorfindel… I can not… please…I want you… ” Erestor whimpered needily, unable to form a coherent sentence as thought gave way to sensation and he allowed his body to succumb totally to the euphoria of his impending release. Glorfindel felt it too, and moved his hips faster, increasing the speed and of the strokes, that were becoming wildly erratic as his control vanished in the wake of his ecstasy.

Unable to remain still any longer, Erestor writhed against his lover who had now moved his hands to Erestor’s hips, pulling the body that glistened with the sweat of deliciously restrained intimacy against his as he made a final lunge. They came together, deliriously moaning each other’s names name over and over again until the last drops of their hot seed were released to mingle on fully sated and slowly softening cocks.

“Perhaps we should visit Lothlorien more often and see what else we can learn. I approve most heartily of Haldir’s kind of swordplay,” Erestor said, his breath still ragged as he enfolded his beloved seneschal in his arms after they had managed to gain enough control over their lust weakened knees to walk a few weary steps to their bed.

“So do I, but enough talk, it is not long before we are expected at the feast and I have not yet had my fill of your kisses,” Glorfindel said as he teased Erestor’s lips with his teeth before claiming them fully.

All too soon the bell tolled announcing the celebrations were to begin and after dressing in the casual belted over shirts and leggings that Perion had informed Erestor were the customary form of dress, being the most comfortable for dancing in the woods, the lovers walked hand in hand to the glade.