A Lonely Love

Chapter 17


Three years passed. A blink of an eye to an elf
who is immortal. To an elf who is healing from
emotional turmoil, it seemed thirty years. To an elf
with unsolicited love, it seemed three hundred
years.


Glorfindel paced back and forth in the hallway
before Erestor's closed door. Yes, he was a patient
elf, and yes, he would wait to the end of Arda to be
with his heart's desire. His elfhood, however, had
a mind of its own. Often springing to life at the
most inopportune times.


Whilst riding Asfaloth he thought of Erestor,
becoming painfully swollen and having an utterly
horrid ride that left him sore and wanting.


If in his rooms reading a book, the act of reading
alone made him think of Erestor and he would have to
relieve his pressing problem.


When training his guard, he would see one of his
guards with long dark hair and he would think of
Erestor and become aroused.


If writing reports in his office, just the fact
that he held a quill, made him imagine Erestor's
long elegant hands, the sensual way those fingers
held onto parchment, his wrist slightly up and
delicate, sighing, he would become painfully
aroused.


Once, he was sitting with Elrond and Celebrian in
the gardens as Erestor was telling the twins a
story; listening to the sound of Erestor's voice, so
smooth and melodious, brought tears to his eyes from
want and need. Crossing his legs to hide the
pressing matter in his leggings, he let out a squeal
from the friction that movement caused to his
throbbing elfhood. Celebrian and Elrond looked over
at him quizzically asking if he was alright and he
just grinned shaking his head yes, unable to speak
aloud.


This led him to his present state, pacing in front
of Erestor's rooms....


Erestor had bathed and dressed in black leggings
and a loose emerald green silken shirt. His feet
were bare and his hair hung loose, drying in the
night air. He was expecting Glorfindel this night to
share in a game of chess that they had started two
nights ago.


Glorfindel usually went to the Hall of Fire for a
quick drink with his fellow warriors and then would
always leave early to meet with Erestor in his
rooms. Sometimes, they would go for a walk, or talk
for hours about everything that came to their minds.
They often held hands, but this would make Erestor
blush fiercely, amazed as he was that this
magnificent elf would accept such a small show of
affection in return for all he had done to help
Erestor begin to heal.


Other times, they would just sit on Erestor's
balcony in comfortable silence , watching the stars
so bright in the dark night sky. Their senses
infused with the sweet smells of the cooling air,
fragrant night blooms, and the crisp flowing water
of the famed Imladrian falls.


The sound of the waterfalls a calming elixir to
the soul, peaceful, dreamy and promising of life to
all. Fireflies twinkled in and out signaling to each
other with their unknown language of lights. The
cool breeze of the night winds would gently swirl
through their hair and envelop them like a lover's
embrace. It was during these times that they felt
the closest of all, giving furtive sidelong glances
and sweet blushes when caught.


As Erestor gathered the wine and glasses to set
upon the table with a few procured sweets from the
cooks, he saw the unmistakable shadow of feet
passing by the threshold of his door. It would
vanish, only to come back again. Curiosity getting
the best of him, Erestor opened his door slowly only
to see Glorfindel pacing the hallway obviously
talking to himself. Erestor could not help the
giggle that escaped his lips at the sight of the
mighty Balrog slayer. Blonde hair whipping behind
him, muscled thighs straining with his purposeful
stride and his arse, here Erestor gulped, his arse
was solid twin mounds of perfection. Erestor felt
the heat of a blush come to his face.


Erestor decided to tease Glorfindel a bit. "My
Lord Glorfindel, the poor maid will have to clean up
all those scuff marks you are leaving upon Lord
Elrond's tiled floor."

Glorfindel stopped dead in his steps at being
caught pacing. He turned to look at Erestor and felt
that damnable stirring to his loins once more.
Erestor recognized that look and shivered in
remembrance, instantly losing his smile.


Glorfindel blushed at being caught unguarded. He
heard the mischievous tone of his desire, it
bringing him close to arousal. Turning to greet
Erestor, he was unprepared for the sight that
greeted him. Erestor was a vision in green. His hair
hanging wildly about his beautiful face. It reminded
him of that day they went riding and he had come
down the steps a vision to behold. The day he knew
he had lost his heart to this elf. Oh that
smile.....wait...Erestor stopped smiling and
retreated back into his rooms, a haunted look now
on his face.

Glorfindel followed through the still open door.
He saw Erestor looking over his balcony wringing his
hands.


Placing a hand upon Erestor's shoulder, he felt
the flinch he caused.


"What is wrong Erestor?" Glorfindel asked
worriedly.


Erestor sighed heavily, "Fin, when I looked at
your face, I saw...."


"Lust?" Glorfindel answered for him in a whisper.


Erestor could hear the sadness and longing in the
warrior's voice. The look in Glorfindel's eyes had
brought back memories of being taken by Carandhol.


"I am not he..." Glorfindel said with sadness and
compassion.


Erestor sighed deeply in understanding. "I know
you are not he Fin, it is just, I know no other, and
I am afraid of.....I mean to be....." here Erestor
turned to face Glorfindel blushing fiercely. "I do
long for you...but..."


Glorfindel came closer to the elf who held his
heart taking his slender hands into his big
calloused ones. "Is this all right Erestor?"


"Y-yes," replied Erestor nervously biting his
bottom lip and looking at the hands that held his.
Hands that he felt safe with. Hands that were never
rough with him.


“I will never do anything without your permission,
Erestor, please beloved, look at me?” Glorfindel
urged.


Slowly Erestor looked up, almost afraid to see
that lust filled look again. However, the look he
saw coming from those incredible twinkling blue eyes
was a mixture of love, devotion, patience, and
understanding.


“Do you trust me?” Glorfindel asked into those
beautiful brown eyes.


Erestor could not help it, he smiled shyly and
seductively, “Yes, I trust you.”


“Can I kiss you?” The beautiful blonde warrior
asked as he unconsciously licked his lips.


“Y-yes,” Erestor replied demurely, those words
bringing a tingling sensation to his groin.


Glorfindel slowly lowered his head to reach
Erestor's ruby lips, never leaving go of his hands.
Pressing his lips softly against the counselor’s, he
was encompassed by the fragrance of the elf before
him. Hair smelling of almonds and his skin, here
he breathed deeply, honeysuckle. Only Erestor wore
this light scent so well. It intoxicated him.


Pulling away he looked into chocolate eyes, “Not so
bad?” he teased.


“No, not at all,” Erestor sighed dreamily.


“Can I deepen our kiss?” Glorfindel asked with a
quietness to his deep voice.


Here Erestor just nodded his reply and lifted his
chin to meet those full sweet lips that Glorfindel
offered him. Soft lips pressed firmly on his and he
heard a moan escaping both of their mouths. Kissing
lips gently moving and pressing, they stayed this
way for quite some time. Pulling away for breath,
Glorfindel brought their hands up and pressed a kiss
to the backs of Erestor’s elegant fingers eliciting a sweet smile.

“Can I put my tongue in your sweet mouth and drink
of its nectar?” breathed Glorfindel as their
foreheads were pressed together.


Erestor’s breathing sped up, “Y-yes....please...”
he added in reply.


Glorfindel released his hands and took each smooth
cheek of Erestor's face into those big hands, those
surprisingly gentle hands, kissing him soundly;
Erestor found his hands tangled in that magnificent
golden mane.


Pressing his tongue against those full ruby lips,
he was granted access and moaned in rapture at the
contact and smoothness of tongue against tongue.
They tasted of each other’s essence in that kiss. A
kiss that made Erestor’s knees begin to buckle, a
kiss that he had not received in centuries. He did
not realize that he was steadily crying until they
both tasted the saltiness in their mouths.
Glorfindel pulled away reluctantly, “Elbereth, are
you all right?”


Erestor could not find his voice but nodded yes as
he pulled Glorfindel's head back to resume their
kissing. Slowly walking backwards, he found his body
pressed against a balcony pillar. His hands never
straying from that soft golden mane as he stroked
languidly the warrior’s hair.


Glorfindel was steadily moaning as he pressed his
body flush against Erestor’s. His arousal growing more
prominent with each caress of his hair, each taste of
the sweetness of Erestor. Grinding into Erestor’s
awakened arousal, he reluctantly let go of lips to
suckle that long sensual neck.


Erestor felt overwhelmed but he could not stop, he
could feel want and need hanging heavy about
Glorfindel , but he felt safe, he felt...loved. He
couldn’t get enough of that wondrous mouth, that
tongue, ‘Oh Elbereth, what was he doing to my ear,’
thought Erestor as he moaned.


Soon, he felt out of control, afraid to go further,
especially whilst Glorfindel was pressing into him so
hard. “F-Fin, s-stop,” he whispered.


“Hmm?” Glorfindel barely registered words being said
to him for he was so lost in his desire.


“Fin, please, stop!” Erestor tried to pull away
feeling trapped.


Glorfindel managed to stop, pulling back to look into
Erestor’s eyes, seeing the fear there.


“You....want me to....stop?” he breathed heavily with
kiss swollen lips.


“Y- yes, Fin, please...” Erestor trailed off with
embarrassment.


“Are you upset with me?” asked Erestor fearfully.


“No! Sweet Elbereth no! Quite the contrary...by all
that I believe in, I love you,” he kissed Erestor’s
brow, just happy to finally have been this close.


“Do you wish me to go now?”


Erestor nodded yes, adding, “I am sorry.”


“There is not one thing to be sorry for, meleth, walk
me to the door?” smiled Glorfindel sweetly.


At the door they kissed some more and as Glorfindel
reluctantly let go off Erestor’s hand he turned down
the hall with a spring in his step.

TBC.......