Hidden Love

Title: Hidden Love (18/19)
Author: Janalynn27
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/Haldir
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. They belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. No disrespect is intended and no profit is being made.
Beta: Patricia Pleasant aka slayer9649, Thanks a bunch! Any other mistakes are of my making.
Summary: Erestor and Glorfindel love each other but are afraid to let the other know, for fear of rejection.
Timeline: 2610 TA, a hundred years after Celebrían passes into the west. The rest is AU.
Feedback: It is greatly appreciated, this being my first story in Tolkien’s wonderful world of Middle-Earth.
Author's note: When Erestor and Glorfindel are mindspeaking it is accentuated by 'dialogue'.

Chapter 18


The celebration went on well into the night. There was dancing, singing, feasting, and many toasts were made to the newly mated couple. When Lostariel gifted them with a song, Glorfindel pulled Erestor to the dance floor and not one elf in the hall did not feel their love and desire for each other.

Haldir and Elrond kept company the whole night, talking quietly and only one other noticed how they leaned a little too closely to one another when speaking, or the light touches here and there, and she smiled, thinking it was about time that her adar (father) had someone to take care of him. She would continue to observe them and, if needs be, nudge them in the right direction.

Glorfindel was holding Erestor close while they danced, when Erestor said, ‘Meleth (Love), I want to leave.’

Glorfindel smiled brightly as he swung Erestor up into his arms and carried him out of the hall while cheers were cried out.

Burying his face in Glorfindel’s neck, he said, ‘Glorfindel, I can walk on my own.’

‘I love it when you are in my arms.’

Erestor smiled as he started to nuzzle Glorfindel’s neck, playfully nipping the pulse at the base of his throat. When Glorfindel stopped at his chambers, Erestor said, “No meleth, tonight we go to my rooms.”

Putting Erestor down he said, “Alright, wait here; there is something I need to retrieve from my bedchamber.”

But before Glorfindel could turn and walk into his receiving room, Erestor pushed him up against the wall and plundered his mouth. When he thoroughly kissed Glorfindel, Erestor said, between breathes, “Hurry.”

Dazedly, Glorfindel walked into his quarters and quickly grabbed the pouch on his bedside table and followed Erestor to his chambers.

Opening his door, Erestor motioned for Glorfindel to go in first. After they entered his bedchamber, Erestor locked the door with a key and put it on a table near the door. Turning, he gasped as Glorfindel gathered him into his arms and started to ravish his lips, slowly walking them towards the bed. After a few moments, Erestor found the strength to break the kiss and pushed Glorfindel away from him.

Breathing hard, Glorfindel asked, “Melui (Sweet)?”

Taking a few steps back, Erestor unclasped his robe and took it off, carefully draping it over a chair. Kicking off his shoes, Erestor then sat in a chair facing the bed.

Glorfindel watched Erestor sit down and shuddered at the look of possession in his eyes. He felt a wildness coming from him that he had not felt before and it called out to his own. Glorfindel’s eyelids became heavy as desire raced through his blood and he waited silently for Erestor to say something.

Erestor stared at him, devouring him with his eyes. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered in an even tone.

Glorfindel took a deep breath then started to quickly shed his garments, but was stopped by another order.

“No, slowly.”

Never breaking eye contact, Glorfindel slowly unlaced the ties to his vest and let it slip to the floor. Then pulling the strings of his under tunic, he grasped the hem and inched it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor alongside his vest. He stood there trying to catch his breath, then he bent down and took off his boots, throwing them a few feet away from him. Standing up straight, he ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his leggings.

Erestor grasped the arms of the chair in order to stay seated. He had fantasized about this for so long that he was afraid he would lose control before it even started. Trying to keep his voice even, he ordered, “Continue.”

Tugging on the laces, Glorfindel slowly pushed his leggings past his hips, down his thighs, until they pooled at he feet, then kicked his legs free. Standing there with his arms down at his sides, he waited for the next order.

‘So magnificent’ Erestor thought to himself. Glorfindel was standing with his feet braced apart. His body had a sheen of sweat upon it already, making it glow in the candle light. His chest was rapidly rising and falling as he breathed hard and his shaft stood erect and almost too much of a temptation for Erestor to stay seated. Taking a steadying breath he said, “Lay on your back upon the bed.”

Knowing that he could not take much more Glorfindel crawled onto the bed, arching his back and sent all the pent up desire he was feeling through their bond and smiled when he heard Erestor’s sudden intake of breath. Suddenly Erestor was there, pushing him down onto the mattress with strong hands, staring down at him, his dark hair curtaining around them.

“Do not do that again,” he hissed, trying to regain control.

Looking up at Erestor, he felt so much love for his dark elf that he could not stop it from passing through their bond.

Leaning down, Erestor poured all his love through a gentle kiss, then said, “Close your eyes and do not open them.”

Glorfindel let all his trust for his melui fill his eyes; he then slowly closed them.

Erestor had to blink away the tears that flooded his eyes at the complete trust and love that poured forth from his meleth. Quietly opening the drawer of the bedside table, Erestor took out a black silk scarf and said, “Raise your head.”

Doing what he was told, Glorfindel sucked in a breath as Erestor tied a blindfold over his eyes. Once he was done, Glorfindel laid his head back down and had to fight the need to beg for Erestor’s touch. When he heard a rustle of clothing, he sighed in relief when, suddenly, his wrists were grasped in strong hands and were tied together. When Erestor raised his arms above his head and secured them to the headboard, he could not stifle a moan as he felt Erestor’s chest brush against his cheek.

Tying Glorfindel’s wrists to the headboard, he then sat back and stared at his hervenn (husband). Not able to stop himself, he leaned down and lapped at the sweat in the hollow of Glorfindel’s throat, which caused Glorfindel to moan and arch into his touch.

“Do not move or make a sound,” Erestor said as he took out a feather from the drawer and sat there for a minute, letting anticipation surround Glorfindel until he was laboring for breath from trying to stay still and not make a noise. Finally Erestor took the feather and ran it lightly down Glorfindel’s forearm to his bicep and then drawing it back up to where he had started.

Glorfindel sucked in his breath once again and had to bite down onto his lower lip to prevent from moaning out loud. Shivers ran down his spine as the feather was brought back down his arm, down his side and across his stomach to circle around his navel.

Erestor lightly drew the feather down one side of Glorfindel’s body and up the other side, always stopping short of Glorfindel’s erection, which was continuingly weeping its precious fluid. Once he had traced every inch of Glorfindel’s front with the feather, but never where he needed it most, he put it back into the drawer and stood up and stared down at Glorfindel’s writhing body. Unlacing his leggings, Erestor quickly pulled them off and knelt on the bed. Leaning forward so he could whisper in Glorfindel’s ear, he said, “Now I am going use my tongue just like I used the feather. I am going to taste all of you, meleth.”

Glorfindel gulped and could not prevent the whimper that came out as Erestor started to run his tongue down his arm. Glorfindel writhed and moaned as not an inch of his skin was spared except the one place he needed most to be touched. Finally not able to take anymore, he pleaded, “Melui…saes.”

That was all that Erestor had been waiting for. Without giving any hint of what he was going to do next, he took the whole of Glorfindel’s shaft into his mouth and swallowed as it hit the back of his throat, causing Glorfindel to arch up and roar at finally being touched.

Thrashing under Erestor’s assault, it was not long before he came crashing over the edge, his body shaking from the force of his climax.

Greedily drinking all that Glorfindel could give, he continued to taste him until Glorfindel was literally whimpering from the continued waves of pleasure that was pulsating through his body.

Grabbing the vial of oil out of the drawer, Erestor sat in between Glorfindel’s legs and pulled the blindfold off of Glorfindel. Looking deeply into his eyes, Erestor said, “I want to look into your eyes when I take you, meleth.”

Glorfindel blinked at the sudden light and then he focused his eyes onto Erestor and had to fight to keep them open as he entered a finger into his tight passage, brushing his sweet spot, causing him to arch against his hand.

Erestor continued the ministrations until he easily could move three fingers inside Glorfindel, wanting him to be as ready as he could be for him for he knew he would not be able to take him gently. After spreading oil upon his shaft, he draped Glorfindel’s legs over his arms and buried himself to the hilt. Not able to control his passion any longer, Erestor pulled nearly all the way out then thrust forward again, hitting Glorfindel’s sweet spot with every stroke. Moving Glorfindel’s legs around his waist, he leaned forward and plunged his tongue into his mouth, mimicking the thrusts of his shaft.

Glorfindel strained against the bonds around his wrists and arched up, meeting Erestor’s wild thrusts with his own. “Ai…Melui…I cannot take…much more,” he said as Erestor kissed his way down to nip his collarbone. Never had he felt such pleasure, such sweet torture.

“Glor…you are so tight, you feel so perfect,” Erestor breathed into his neck.

Glorfindel body arched and he roared, “ERESTOR!”

Glorfindel’s climax reverberated through Erestor, causing him to soar right along with him, their waves of pleasure crashing over them again and again until they were clinging to one another, struggling for breath.

Time seemed to slow as their faer (souls) danced together to the melody of their love and passion. Breaths were drawn in and pulses steadied as the song came to a quiet whisper.

Erestor raised his head and looked into the deeply sated eyes of his hervenn. Sliding out of Glorfindel, he reached up and untied his bonds.

Once he was free, Glorfindel rolled on top of Erestor and drank in the vision of his melui. So many emotions took hold of him that he could not keep them in and all of what he felt for his precious hervenn washed over them both. “Gerich veleth nín (I love you) with all of my being. An eternity with you could never be long enough, melui nín.”

Tears filled Erestor’s eyes and leaked out to christen his hair as he whispered, “We were such fools to waste so much time. Gerich veleth nín, Glor, I always have and always will. Whatever happens in times to come, I am and will always be yours.”

Glorfindel leaned down and captured Erestor’s tears with his lips, then trailed kisses all over his face until he tasted the sweetness of Erestor’s lips.

Erestor sighed as Glorfindel gave him the gentlest of kisses and when they managed to gain the strength to move, they bathed, touching, tasting, and loving one another. When they were settled back into a freshly made bed, Erestor reached out and took the box off the bedside table. “I have a present for you, meleth,” he said, about to open the box.

“Wait! I have one for you, also,” Glorfindel said as he went and searched through his clothing until he found the pouch he had retrieved earlier from his chambers. Climbing back into bed, they exchanged presents and Glorfindel said, “You open yours first.”

Erestor leaned over and gave him a quick kiss before he pulled at the drawstring on the pouch and he gasped when saw what had been hidden within. Dropping the pouch, Erestor held up the necklace and watched the dark crystal, which was hanging from a mithril chain, twinkle in the candlelight. Erestor looked into Glorfindel’s eyes and asked, “When did you get this?”

“Do you like it?”

Erestor leaned over once again and said against Glorfindel’s lips, “I love it.”

Smiling Glorfindel caressed Erestor’s cheek and said, “I purchased it when I realized I loved you. I was going to give it to you as a declaration of my feeling towards you, but you know what happened. So I tucked it away, hidden just as my love was for you. My love for my dark jewel.”

Erestor wiped a stray tear from his eye and said, “Now look what you did, you got me crying again,” then he threw his arms around him and gave him a deep kiss. Finally, when he could pry himself away from Glorfindel’s mouth, he told him to open his present.

The box was about the size of Glorfindel’s hand and was beautifully crafted out of oak. It was etched with flowers, celandine to be exact. Opening it, Glorfindel smiled as he saw the most beautiful brooch, laying on a blanket of blue velvet, a celandine with emeralds as leaves. Running his finger over the petals, he asked, “And when did you purchase this?”

Smiling Erestor said, “Well, I did not buy it so long ago, but when I saw it I knew I needed to buy it. After I purchased it, I did not know if I could ever gain the courage to give it to you.”

Glorfindel leaned over and gave him a gentle kiss, “I love it, melui.”

Erestor yawned just then and Glorfindel laughed, “I guess ordering me around made you tired.”

After he carefully replaced the necklace in its pouch and laying it on the bedside table, he smiled, “And did meleth nín liked to be ordered around.”

Putting the box next to the pouch, Glorfindel lay down and pulled Erestor on top of him and whispered into his ear, “You can master me anytime you want.”

After kissing Glorfindel’s chin, Erestor lay his head on his chest and said, “Maybe I would like you to be the master sometime.”

Glorfindel smiled and wrapped his arms around Erestor and said, “Anything you want,” but Erestor was already asleep.

TBC