Awakenings

Part 19.

When Glorfindel awoke it was to the feeling of utmost security and warmth. Groggily he blinked away the sleep in his eyes and gazed up at what had kept him warm all night, and his slumber safe. Erestor.

The advisor was still asleep. He had fallen asleep cradled in Erestor’s arms and now looked up in adoration at his beloved’s serene expression. Gently he reached up and brushed away mused midnight hair. His light touch however was enough to wake the sleeping elf. Erestor breathed deeply, his eyes clearing. As soon as awareness slipped back into those dark eyes, still cloudy with lazy comfort, Erestor had smiled down at him.

Such a smile, a soft smile. The smile of his guardian. Gentle willowy arms tightened around him as he was smiled down upon. Cool digits ran through his hair as those soft petal lips opened and murmured sleepily.

“Are you alright?”

Glorfindel did not reply, he stretched up along Erestor’s body, resting his head in the crook of the advisor’s neck, enjoying the feeling of being held.

“I love you.” He whispered into the softness of Erestor’s neck and hair.
“My sweet Glorfindel is affectionate this morn.”

Soft chuckles met the warrior’s ears and he sighed happily.

“Last night, how you handled me, you were perfect. Thank you.”
“You have ever been the one to protect me in our younger years. Now it is my turn. No sadness, fear or melancholy will assail you while I am here.”
“I believe I may sleep easy now. Can we stay here a while?”
“Mmm, I am not yet ready to leave this bed.”

They stayed that way for a while. Glorfindel lay with his head resting against his beloved’s shoulder and neck, drifting in and out of sleep as Erestor gently stroked his beloved’s hair, humming a beautiful and haunting tune.

“What is that melody you hum? ‘Tis beautiful.”
“Oh, it’s…just something I would sing to myself when lonely or…missing you.” He admitted quietly.

Glorfindel tilted his head up, intercepting the far away look in the advisor’s eyes.

“You were sad without me.” A most simple of all statements, with no room for question.

“An understatement love, of the greatest of measures.” A sad smile graced Erestor’s lips.

“You were lonely.”
“And heartbroken.” The advisor added.
“But you are strong, you survived your grief, thank the Valar.”
“Only because of you, some days were hard, too hard. Then I would think of our last moments together, remember what it was you told me, and I would find strength to fight the fog.”

“You know of the fog?” Glorfindel was saddened to know that Erestor’s grief had caused the fogs of Mandose to reach for him. For as his memories had returned, so had the memory of the great cooling fog that took away his soul.

“Aye, many a night when lying alone I would feel it, and sometimes see it; beckoning me, calling me, whispering promises of sweet oblivion, of numbness of my mind that would not stop whirling, and numbness of the gash in my heart. But with every last breath and beat of my weary heart I would resist. Remembering what you told me.”

“And in our last moments? What was it that made you stay?”
“A promise.”
“What promise? What did we promise?”

Erestor took a deep breath, forcing all unpleasant memories away and again smiled down at Glorfindel.

“A promise of faith. I promised you I would live, for you promised me you would return. So now partly made true, the rest is for both of us to…fulfil.”

Glorfindel smiled as Erestor seemed to inexplicably blush. Whatever it was, he hoped to remember soon.

“So what is this song you would sing?”
“’Tis one that immortalizes the fabled and much missed Glorfindel of Gondolin. Mighty warrior and Captain, friend and beloved.”
“Might I hear it?”

Erestor smiled bashfully, he made himself more comfortable in Glorfindel’s arms and cleared his throat. His voice was quiet at first, almost impossible to hear. But soon it gained strength and the bitter sweet melody drifted through the bed chamber.


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I do not stand at your grave and weep
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints in snow.
You are the sunlight ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When I waken in the morning’s hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
You are the soft stars that shine at night.
I do not stand at your grave and cry.
You are not there. You did not die.

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Glorfindel had been moved to tears, when Erestor shyly faced Glorfindel once more he laughed gently and wiped away any dampness on the blond’s cheeks.

“Do not weep, I am sad no longer. You returned to me.”

It took a short while to still Glorfindel’s silent tears, but eventually they ceased. They lay there in the dawning light, simply holding and being held. Whispering quiet words of love, and stealing sweet kisses.

“You know, a few memories of old returned to me last night.” Glorfindel began with a grin.

“Oh?”

“Mm, I remember singing terribly, whilst hanging from a trellis no less…” His grin widened when Erestor snorted and giggled uncontrollably. He could not help but smile adoringly at his lover as he knelt up on one elbow to look down on Erestor. “…I remembered being dragged into your bath tub…” His voice had taken a huskier tone when remembering the explicit scene that had played before his eyes.

He chuckled as Erestor quickly turned his head away, biting his lip with his cheeks a shade of deep red.

“You were…quite creative at times.” Erestor admitted with a grin.
“Nay, we were. If I remember correctly there were two of us in that bath.”
“It was usually you who cornered and pounced on me.” Erestor chuckled.
“Oh no you don’t, I remember quite clearly. *You* dragged me into the bath, and then proceeded to cover my chest with bubbles. Telling me how hard I made you.” His voice was now gruff and his eyes a darker shade of blue.

He leaned above Erestor, not laying on him directly but upon the advisor’s side. Allowing his leg to fall between Erestor’s; resting against the firm heat he found there whilst running his hand up the advisor’s naked side.

“I want to ask some questions, and this time I want you to answer.”
“Alright.” Erestor squeaked, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate.

“Now, I know of our first kiss, which was the most wonderful first kiss anyone could have asked for.” He smiled blissfully at the beautiful memory, so innocent, so sweet.
“But I would now like to know of our first caress.” He asked with hooded lids, letting his hand run up and down Erestor’s chest; his fingers teasingly grazing over an erect nipple.

“Our first caress?” His voice shook and the once baggy sleeping trousers seemed all of a sudden tighter.

“Aye, where was it? What did we do?”
“Well, it was beneath the oak.”
“Of course, where else?” Glorfindel laughed, it seemed that some of their most precious moments had taken place beneath that oak.

“I was reading to you, but you were in a more…frisky mood.”
“Me, frisky? Never.” He replied with feigned innocence, letting his own hot and heavy arousal press against Erestor to dispute his own words.

“You pulled my book away for yet another kiss..”
“You sound put out by this!” Glorfindel chuckled. “Was I that much of a scoundrel?”
“Nay, you were not. But at that time you were very curious. Whereas I was just as curious, I was also a lot more, well, nervous. But no less wanting . It just seemed you were in a constant state of arousal around me.” He chuckled.

“Well you can hardly blame me, you were impossibly adorable back then.”
“Were?” Erestor asked with a fake pout. “Am I no longer adorable in your eyes?”
“Oh Aye, of course. Except now you’re more…sexy, than adorable.”
“I am?” He whispered.
“Aye, can’t you feel?” He pressed closer, whispering into Erestor’s ear the words that were once uttered to him many years ago when dragged into Erestor’s bath. “You’ve made me hard.”

He grinned as Erestor closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He enjoyed the feel of Erestor’s naked chest rising and falling against his side, he enjoyed it very much.

“But lets not change the subject. So I had taken your book away and was kissing you…”

“Aye, I could tell that every time you kissed me you were itching to put your hands on me, but you were to nervous.” He recalled with much affection. “But this time you pushed me to the floor and, being the brazen elf you were, asked me if I ever touched myself.”

“I did?!” Glorfindel snorted in surprise at his own boldness.
“Aye, and you asked me what I thought about when I touched myself. And when I did not answer, you told me that you did, and that you though of me when you did so.”

“I was brazen!”
“Aye, but you would never of have been so forward with anyone else.”
“That is good to know,” he chuckled, “so what happened next?”
“Well, you asked me if I thought of you, which I admitted to. And then you cruelly made me stutter and blush as a maiden as I told you my fantasies.”
“Such as?” He asked with a brow raised and mischievous grin.
“Glorfindel! You did this to me once, I will not let you embarrass me again so.” He laughed.

“But I want to know.” He whined pathetically.

Erestor rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, unable to hide his amusement.

“I told you of how you would undress slowly before me, lay down and beckon me to you…”
“Continue..”
“You would kiss and undress me, and…touch me.”
“Sounds wonderful, so what was I doing while you told me of your desires?”
“You had divested me of my tunic and was …touching me..”
“How was I touching you? Like this?” With a dark gleam in his eye he rolled one of Erestor’s erect nipples beneath his fingers, gently squeezing it between his forefinger and thumb.

“Yes…and no.” Erestor replied, if not a little breathlessly as he watched Glorfindel toy with the sensitive nub. “You…you put your mouth on me.”

“Ah, like this?” He dipped his head to draw the nipple in between his lips, suckling and biting gently.

“Oh!…Y-yes, like that.”
“Then what did I do?” He asked once he had released the moist nub.
“Your hand slid down my stomach, and beneath my leggings. You stroked me to climax.”

“Did I now?” His voice sent shivers down Erestor’s spine, it had become deep and gruff. As he spoke, he let Erestor’s words dictate his actions, his hand slid down the flat stomach and dipped beneath the sleeping trousers to grip around the heated rod he found there. Slowly he began to stroke, licking his lips and watching Erestor’s face contort with pleasure. “Like that?”

“Yes, like that.” He panted.
“Erestor, tell me of the last time I pleasured you.” Glorfindel’s eyes went wide when the advisor moaned loudly whilst closing his eyes tightly. “That good was it?”

“Aye, that…good.”

Glorfindel let his hand slowly stroke up and down the hard shaft, every so often swirling his thumb over the sensitive head as he leaned down and blew hot air against Erestor’s ear.

“Tell me, what did I do?”

Glorfindel felt his heart begin to race as Erestor turned to him, his eyes near black with desire. He watched open mouthed as Erestor took the hand that stroked him out of his sleeping trousers and brought it to his mouth. Without taking his eyes away from the warriors stunned gaze he slowly drew the blond’s forefinger into his mouth.

Glorfindel watched stunned as Erestor slowly drew the finger in and out of his mouth, hollowing his cheeks to suck gently. He swallowed hard as Erestor’s tongue swirled around the digit, the insides of his cheeks felt satin like against his finger. Slowly Erestor pulled the now glistening digit from his mouth, and guided the hand down by the wrist to between his legs.

Glorfindel leaned up and assisted as Erestor wordlessly pulled down his own sleeping trousers, never breaking eye contact. He panted as Erestor raised his hips and his wet digit was guided against the advisor’s cleft. He let the finger circle the pucker and groaned as he dipped the just the tip of his finger into the small tight entrance.

It was then that Erestor removed his hold on the wrist and nodded to Glorfindel. Slowly, Glorfindel pushed the digit inside, and panted at the feel of tight heat around his digit. Carefully he thrust it in and out of the tights tunnel, watching as Erestor moaned and let his head loll back and forth. Though when he crooked his finger and brushed against Erestor’s prostrate, the advisor’s reaction was instant.

Erestor arched on the bed, moaning loudly and pushing down on the finger. With the little coherency he had, he spoke with a trembling voice.

“T-this is how you…pleasured me last. Neither of us had experienced it before. After you died, I …I could only ever come when touching myself this way, imagining the last time you touched me…”

Glorfindel could only gape and continue to brush Erestor’s sweet spot, watching as his beloved’s cries became more frantic and desperate. Finally, when Erestor could take no more he reached out for Glorfindel, who obligingly leaned forwards and ravaged Erestor’s mouth. When he came, he came with a cry of Glorfindel’s name into the warrior’s mouth.

He sank back onto the mattress after having arched clear off the bed and spilling his seed. Breathless he lay there, eyes closed as he recovered from the intense orgasm experienced at the hand of his lover for the first time in millennia.

Glorfindel had never, to his recollection , seen anything so erotic, and he found himself ready to burst. Unable to resist he delved back into Erestor’s mouth, tasting and probing with a ferocity that he had not known exist within him. He was surprised though, as Erestor abruptly pushed him away. Panic ceased him for a brief moment, thinking he had done something terribly wrong. But as Erestor rolled atop of him, his worries were proved unfounded.

Again Erestor smiled at him, that smile. His heart melted even as his groin seemed to tighten further.

“Do you know how I last pleasured you, my love?”

Glorfindel could only shake his head no; his heart racing at the mischievous glint in the advisor’s eye.

“Ironically, ‘twas that same way I pleasured you the first time.” He whispered huskily. “Would you like me to tell you of the first time I pleasure you?”
“Yes, tell me.”
“Well, after you had pleasured me for the first time beneath the oak, we lay there a while, before you ‘subtly’ reminded me of your still aroused state.”
“Subtly ay?”
“Umhm, you took my hand and placed over the hot bulge in your leggings. Like so.” Slowly Erestor let his hand trail down between their bodies and cup the firm heat between the warrior’s legs, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Glorfindel closed his eyes and moaned, he opened his eyes and stuttered in his excitement. “W-what happened next?”

“We heard voice approach, so you took my hand and dragged me back to your home and up to your room. Now I, was nervous…”
“And I am positive I found that charming beyond belief.” He chuckled, envisioning a young nervous Erestor standing before him.

“Well you did make me smile…” he recalled with an adoring smile, “…you re-enacted my fantasy I had told you but a short while before.”

Glorfindel threw his head back and laughed, imagining the scene, and imagining Erestor flushing the colour of crimson whilst fiddling with his sleeves nervously.

“It was quite amusing actually, you near fell over while putting on your amateur striptease show and kicking off your boots.”
“I really was devious.”
“Aye, you beckoned me over as I had described, and when I simply stood there shuffling my feet you pulled me atop of you.”
“Oh Valar…” The blond covered his eyes with a hand, chuckling at his own impertinent youth.

“You told me to do what I dreamed of doing to you; what felt natural. And I did.”
“What did you do?”

Erestor grinned and swooped down to kiss Glorfindel with such a passion that it rivalled all other kisses. He abruptly broke the kiss, grinning as Glorfindel gasped with a sudden intake of breath. But he did not pause, he attacked the soft flesh of Glorfindel’s neck, kissing, sucking and nipping, speaking huskily between each onslaught.

“Something burst within me, I felt as if I simply needed to devour you. You made such sweet sounds, similar to the ones you make now. And then…” Erestor kissed along the defined jaw line before pulling away slightly to look his lover in the eye.

“…And then I heard this soft, desperate plea. You asked me to again kiss you, with a vulnerability I had never seen or heard from you before. There was a strange look in your eyes, and I knew that it reflected my own. Something passed between us then that neither could understand at such a tender age. But it moved you to tears, I wiped away your tears, and gave you your kiss. A different kiss…”

Erestor leaned down and with the sweetest of touches, pressed their lips together. It was a slow and loving kiss, but altogether indescribable as Glorfindel, hardened warrior, sighed and whimpered into such tender perfection.

“I sampled your chest like so…” The advisor spread kisses across the blonds collarbone and chest, teasingly licking and then nibbling on each nipple, suckling away any marks left by his teeth.

Glorfindel was speechless, the passionate kiss had shocked him into such a high state of arousal, and then the second loving kiss had moved him beyond any wording. Now he was writhing, as if he never imagined or knew such pleasure could of existed.

“When I pulled away, I whispered against your lips like this. And I asked you if I could put my mouth on you. But in your sweet innocence, you knew not what I meant. When I told you I wanted to put my mouth on you…down here…” again his hand grasped at the firm heat between them, “…and that I wanted to suck it, I had for the first time I believe, rendered you speechless.”

Erestor leaned down and whispered against the warrior’s lips.
“Glorfindel?”
“Y-yes?”
“Can I put my mouth on you?”
“Oh Valar yes!”

Erestor chuckled and with a last chaste kiss, he with little grace, made his way down to the waist band of warrior’s sleeping trousers. Carefully he pulled them over his lovers hips, and moaned seeing the straining length bob before him.

“I used to love doing this to you, so much.” He spoke seductively as he teased the shaft with small kisses and licks. “The first time, when you were ready to come I pulled back and began to stroke you to your completion. But then you begged me to swallow..”

“D-did you?”
“Aye, as I did the countless number of time afterwards. There was little I loved more then bringing you pleasure, save perhaps receiving it.” And with that he ceased he torturous teasing and slowly let Glorfindel’s already glistening cock slide down his throat.

“Ai Erestor!” Glorfindel thrust his hip into the warm wet heat without a second thought, slamming his hand down beside him to grip at the covers, as the other burrowed into the dark waterfall of Erestor’s hair. After that one wild thrust he tried to reign his hips, limiting them to simply gyrating and gently pushing inside of Erestor’s mouth with his teeth gritted. His eyes flew open as Erestor pulled back and chuckled.

“You have not changed,” he giggled, “I grew used to your lustful ways long ago Glorfindel. I would not have you hold back, thrust as hard as you wish my love..”

Glorfindel could not have loved Erestor more at that moment. To be given permission to let himself go completely; to be given permission to use his lovers mouth with no restraint, was more than he had ever expected. Yet he would not take this privilege for granted nor would he pass it up.

He groaned as again Erestor took his shaft into the back of his throat. He licked his lips nervously as he leaned up on one hand so as to look down at Erestor, and gently weaved his fingers into the advisor’s hair so as to have a firm grip on the back of his head. Experimentally he bit his lip whilst thrusting into the Erestor’s beautiful mouth. After hearing Erestor moan around his cock, he grew more confident and thrust harder into the wet heat. His grip tightened in Erestor’s hair as he pushed the dark haired elf’s head down harder; groaning as the advisor swirled his tongue and sucked harder on his shaft.

Now pushing down on Erestor’s head and thrusting sharply up into his mouth, Glorfindel established a rhythm of fast thrusts into the advisor’s mouth. Crying out and moaning Erestor’s name as he did so. He could feel his climax approaching rapidly and increased his thrusts.

“E-Eres…I, I’m coming, I’m going to come down your throat!”

With his mouth agape he gave one last hard thrust, pushing Erestor’s head down as he did so and came hard into his lovers mouth. Who obligingly drank every last drop. He had screamed Erestor’s name and then collapsed flat on his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to get his breath back.

He smiled as he felt little licks and kisses spread across his groin as Erestor tasted every last drop of his pleasure. He finally opened his eyes as Erestor came to lay beside him with a smug grin.

“Wow.” Was all he could breathlessly mutter. Erestor laughed sweetly and stroked the warrior’s cheek as he reached for a kiss.

“The day has already begun and we must be stirring. I shall run a bath for us.”
“Sounds good, though I do not think I can move.” He replied pathetically and with a small chuckle. Had he ever felt this light before? He felt as if he were completely devoid of bones or structure, as if the mattress beneath him could swallow him like quicksand and he would not even put up a fight.

Erestor laughed and let his nose gently touch that of Glorfindel’s as he whispered gently against the blonds lips.

“Please do not be long in remembering the rest of our promise, I find you irresistible and need you in every way.”

With one last lingering kiss, Erestor left the mattress and headed to the bathroom to draw them both a warm bath. Glorfindel followed his every movement, and when the advisor was out of sight he let his head fall back against his pillow as he stared up at the ceiling dumbfounded. Again all he could do, was utter ‘wow’.

TBC…

Notes: The song mentioned was a poem by Mary Frye from 1932 titled "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep". I did the unforgivable and tweaked the masterpiece to fit my little story…I am so going to hell.