By Sunlight and Moonlight
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Adult ++
Chapters:
17
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6,021
Reviews:
28
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Chapter Sixteen - finale
Title: By Sunlight and Moonlight
Author: Elvensong
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Glorfindel wishes to know more about the elusive advisor to Elrond and in so doing gets caught up in his story and his curse.
A/N: Here is the final chapter of my story. My sincere thanks to everyone for giving me so much encouragement.
I am also completely flattered by a gorgeous pic created by Buttercup for this story. It can be found here:
http://briefcase.yahoo.com/bizarrobuttercup
Thank you, my friend; it is lovely and so completely perfect with the images I saw in my head as I wrote this.
There are more plotlines brewing in my imagination and I hope to have something new for you soon!
Chapter Sixteen:
Together we left that small village at dawn the next day. Though Erestor did not wish to leave his friend and ally, that place held so many nightmares for him and he could think of nothing besides having that part of his life forever behind him. We hope that Ranyla could one day come visit us in Imladris.
For obvious reasons, Erestor wished to travel by day and by foot. The simple light on his face was cherished above all and sometimes he would pause in an open field just to absorb some of the precious warmth that had been denied to him for so long.
Most of the time we did not speak, but were comfortable in the silence and the songs of the birds around us.
“There was one feature of yours that caught my eye.” Erestor said out of nowhere as we were heading through a thick part of the woods.
I turned to him, “Really? What was that?”
He came up to me and stopped. One hand came up and gently caressed a strand of my hair that was caught in a ray of sunlight from the trees surrounding us. “Your hair to my eyes was my only reminder of what sunlight looked like. Its golden rays could warm me as if I were in the sun once more.” He smiled and took that hand from my hair to my face, “Then I found that it was not your hair that brought me warmth, but your soul, your love. Now by sunlight and moonlight, I shall always love you.”
My lips quickly descended and met his in a passionate kiss. I was consumed with my need for him and I knew that after all this time and so many close moments, here would be the place where I would finally take him and make us as one. He opened to me and I plundered his sweet mouth. Slowly, I lowered him onto the soft forest floor and gently began untying the laces on his leggings. How I ached for him! There would be plenty of time in the future for us to have long, drawn out love making sessions, but now I burned for him and could not wait any longer. Nor could Erestor, for he lifted his hips and began removing my tunic.
We were soon both naked and I could not ever remember myself being as hard as I was for him now. My need throbbed and would become painful if not sated. Blindly, I reached for my tunic and the small vial of oil I kept there. When we had first left Imladris, I had hoped this would be our end so I thought ahead. A warrior is always prepared for anything, you understand.
Erestor grabbed my length and stroked it a couple times and I thought I would scream.
“My Love, Erestor, please, allow me into your body.”
He spread his legs wide and arched his head back, completely open to me and never had I seen such a beautiful sight. I oiled my fingers and put them to his entrance and found, to my surprise, that he was already relaxed.
“My body needs you, Glorfindel, you need not prepare me. I am ready.”
Oh Valar, I thanked the heavens I was able to hold it together and not spill from his words alone. I gently put oil on myself so as not to give too much stimulation before the final act. My body was on fire! Swiftly, I lifted his legs up and onto my shoulders for the best angle.
I came forward and kissed him desperately as I lined myself up with him. Erestor moaned and pushed back against me asking me to penetrate him. Howld Ild I deny him?
Pushing forward, I was enveloped into pure bliss. He was so tight, but his cries were not of pain but of pleasure.
“Valar, Glorfindel, you feel so good. We fit together so well.”
He was right, our bodies were made for each other and I could not wait until the next time when I would see if Erestor fit into me as perfectly as I to him.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, I thrust forcefully into him, hard and deep and completely claiming of all of his body. This was not a time for gentle caressing, but of total taking and I took him. With every push into his slick heat he would gasp and moan. Usually, I was a talkative lover, telling the other how good they felt and asking what they wanted, but with Erestor my voice simply escaped me. I had lost control and my rhythm quickly grew faster.
“Erestor, I am going to come.” I breathily gasped.
I leaned forward and then I knew I had hit his pleasure spot. Erestor screamed out and his whole body became taught and shook. With every motion I kept rubbing him there and his gasping became quieter, slower and more deep and I knew he was about to reach completion. I reached down and grabbed him and stroked him.
“I am there.” pokepoke and I cried as his muscles milked me as he came. White cream came from his length in forceful streams covering his stomach. Orgasm washed over me, coming from my toes and expanding throughout my body. I felt as if everything I was flowed into him. Never in either of my lives had it been anywhere near this good, this satisfying.
I fell atop him in a mass unable to move. No words were needed.
It was late into the afternoon before we dressed and continued on our travels. We paused to watch the sunset. Many more times would we stop on our way back to Imladris to express our love for one another.
Time passed and my dark love and I had finally found our happiness and I thought my life now complete.
Once more, I was proven wrong.
Wondering down the paths of Imladris I headed towards the fields out by the stables. My intention was to visit Asfaloth and bring him some apples and company. On my way there I was stopped in my tracks by a marvelous sight. A mare was trotting along in one of the open fields and keeping up witr str stride on spindly legs, was a foal. He was a splendid little one, with long sleek legs, arched neck and beautiful head. The most astonishing thing about him though, was his coat. Black as night with color so deep the light could not escape him.
“Spectacular, isn’t he?” Came a question from behind me.
I nodded to the stable master, “Aye, he is. Did you breed him?”
He snorted, “Nay, I wish I could take credit for his creation, but he is something of a mystery.”
“How so?” I asked.
“I noticed she was pregnant a few months ago, but I did not breed her with any stallions when she was in heat.”
A wild thought entered my mind, “Did you happen to let her roam in the open fields?”
“Of course,” he said, “she was causing a stir among the stallions and there are none in the wild to mate with her.”
I smirked, ‘None that you knew about.’ I thought to myself. “Quite a puzzle.” I said. Sneaky horse!
He smiled at the foal that was now playing and rolling around in the dirt just like another horse I used to know, “A welcome one, for he is quite beautiful. I d had have loved to have seen the stallion that sired him.”
“So would I.” I replied. The stable master continued on his way and I kept watching the little baby playing in the fields. “I might have to speak with my lovely Erestor this night.” I said quietly and laughed to myself. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he found out he was a “father”.
This small foal and I would have many wonderful journeys when he grew up and would become my trusted friend all his life, but it is late now and that will have to be a story for another time.
~Fin
May the sun shine brightly on your face and the wind be at your back.
Author: Elvensong
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Glorfindel wishes to know more about the elusive advisor to Elrond and in so doing gets caught up in his story and his curse.
A/N: Here is the final chapter of my story. My sincere thanks to everyone for giving me so much encouragement.
I am also completely flattered by a gorgeous pic created by Buttercup for this story. It can be found here:
http://briefcase.yahoo.com/bizarrobuttercup
Thank you, my friend; it is lovely and so completely perfect with the images I saw in my head as I wrote this.
There are more plotlines brewing in my imagination and I hope to have something new for you soon!
Chapter Sixteen:
Together we left that small village at dawn the next day. Though Erestor did not wish to leave his friend and ally, that place held so many nightmares for him and he could think of nothing besides having that part of his life forever behind him. We hope that Ranyla could one day come visit us in Imladris.
For obvious reasons, Erestor wished to travel by day and by foot. The simple light on his face was cherished above all and sometimes he would pause in an open field just to absorb some of the precious warmth that had been denied to him for so long.
Most of the time we did not speak, but were comfortable in the silence and the songs of the birds around us.
“There was one feature of yours that caught my eye.” Erestor said out of nowhere as we were heading through a thick part of the woods.
I turned to him, “Really? What was that?”
He came up to me and stopped. One hand came up and gently caressed a strand of my hair that was caught in a ray of sunlight from the trees surrounding us. “Your hair to my eyes was my only reminder of what sunlight looked like. Its golden rays could warm me as if I were in the sun once more.” He smiled and took that hand from my hair to my face, “Then I found that it was not your hair that brought me warmth, but your soul, your love. Now by sunlight and moonlight, I shall always love you.”
My lips quickly descended and met his in a passionate kiss. I was consumed with my need for him and I knew that after all this time and so many close moments, here would be the place where I would finally take him and make us as one. He opened to me and I plundered his sweet mouth. Slowly, I lowered him onto the soft forest floor and gently began untying the laces on his leggings. How I ached for him! There would be plenty of time in the future for us to have long, drawn out love making sessions, but now I burned for him and could not wait any longer. Nor could Erestor, for he lifted his hips and began removing my tunic.
We were soon both naked and I could not ever remember myself being as hard as I was for him now. My need throbbed and would become painful if not sated. Blindly, I reached for my tunic and the small vial of oil I kept there. When we had first left Imladris, I had hoped this would be our end so I thought ahead. A warrior is always prepared for anything, you understand.
Erestor grabbed my length and stroked it a couple times and I thought I would scream.
“My Love, Erestor, please, allow me into your body.”
He spread his legs wide and arched his head back, completely open to me and never had I seen such a beautiful sight. I oiled my fingers and put them to his entrance and found, to my surprise, that he was already relaxed.
“My body needs you, Glorfindel, you need not prepare me. I am ready.”
Oh Valar, I thanked the heavens I was able to hold it together and not spill from his words alone. I gently put oil on myself so as not to give too much stimulation before the final act. My body was on fire! Swiftly, I lifted his legs up and onto my shoulders for the best angle.
I came forward and kissed him desperately as I lined myself up with him. Erestor moaned and pushed back against me asking me to penetrate him. Howld Ild I deny him?
Pushing forward, I was enveloped into pure bliss. He was so tight, but his cries were not of pain but of pleasure.
“Valar, Glorfindel, you feel so good. We fit together so well.”
He was right, our bodies were made for each other and I could not wait until the next time when I would see if Erestor fit into me as perfectly as I to him.
Unable to hold back a moment longer, I thrust forcefully into him, hard and deep and completely claiming of all of his body. This was not a time for gentle caressing, but of total taking and I took him. With every push into his slick heat he would gasp and moan. Usually, I was a talkative lover, telling the other how good they felt and asking what they wanted, but with Erestor my voice simply escaped me. I had lost control and my rhythm quickly grew faster.
“Erestor, I am going to come.” I breathily gasped.
I leaned forward and then I knew I had hit his pleasure spot. Erestor screamed out and his whole body became taught and shook. With every motion I kept rubbing him there and his gasping became quieter, slower and more deep and I knew he was about to reach completion. I reached down and grabbed him and stroked him.
“I am there.” pokepoke and I cried as his muscles milked me as he came. White cream came from his length in forceful streams covering his stomach. Orgasm washed over me, coming from my toes and expanding throughout my body. I felt as if everything I was flowed into him. Never in either of my lives had it been anywhere near this good, this satisfying.
I fell atop him in a mass unable to move. No words were needed.
It was late into the afternoon before we dressed and continued on our travels. We paused to watch the sunset. Many more times would we stop on our way back to Imladris to express our love for one another.
Time passed and my dark love and I had finally found our happiness and I thought my life now complete.
Once more, I was proven wrong.
Wondering down the paths of Imladris I headed towards the fields out by the stables. My intention was to visit Asfaloth and bring him some apples and company. On my way there I was stopped in my tracks by a marvelous sight. A mare was trotting along in one of the open fields and keeping up witr str stride on spindly legs, was a foal. He was a splendid little one, with long sleek legs, arched neck and beautiful head. The most astonishing thing about him though, was his coat. Black as night with color so deep the light could not escape him.
“Spectacular, isn’t he?” Came a question from behind me.
I nodded to the stable master, “Aye, he is. Did you breed him?”
He snorted, “Nay, I wish I could take credit for his creation, but he is something of a mystery.”
“How so?” I asked.
“I noticed she was pregnant a few months ago, but I did not breed her with any stallions when she was in heat.”
A wild thought entered my mind, “Did you happen to let her roam in the open fields?”
“Of course,” he said, “she was causing a stir among the stallions and there are none in the wild to mate with her.”
I smirked, ‘None that you knew about.’ I thought to myself. “Quite a puzzle.” I said. Sneaky horse!
He smiled at the foal that was now playing and rolling around in the dirt just like another horse I used to know, “A welcome one, for he is quite beautiful. I d had have loved to have seen the stallion that sired him.”
“So would I.” I replied. The stable master continued on his way and I kept watching the little baby playing in the fields. “I might have to speak with my lovely Erestor this night.” I said quietly and laughed to myself. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction when he found out he was a “father”.
This small foal and I would have many wonderful journeys when he grew up and would become my trusted friend all his life, but it is late now and that will have to be a story for another time.
~Fin
May the sun shine brightly on your face and the wind be at your back.