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Chapter 19
Title: Hidden Love (19/19)
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 19
Winter was slowly releasing its hold on the valley of Imladris. Most of the residents were longing for spring, but there were two who were not, for the coming of spring would bring the departure of the Galadhrim. It had been four blissful months since the binding of Elrond’s Chief Advisor and Captain of the Guard. In that time, happiness seemed to blanket the valley along with the drifts of snow. New relationships seemed to flourish, kindled those with hope for the future.
Glorfindel was sitting before the fire, slowly brushing Erestor’s hair after their bath. This had become almost a nightly ritual. He watched as Erestor closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Smiling, Glorfindel leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.
Erestor sighed as he opened his eyes to look up at Glorfindel. “I did not have a chance to asked you how your day was, meleth (love)?” Erestor asked.
“Are you complaining, melui (sweet)?”
Chuckling, he asked, “Did you hear me complaining when you took me?”
Glorfindel, putting the brush down, gathered Erestor into his arms and nuzzled his neck, “Hmm, no, as I remember, you were too busy to say anything.”
Kissing Glorfindel’s chin, Erestor said, “I had a visitor today.”
Glorfindel drew in the heady scent of his melui as he continued to nuzzle his neck, “And who was your visitor, melui?”
Erestor leaned into Glorfindel’s touch and sighed, “Our elloth dithen (little flower). She was upset.”
At this, Glorfindel stopped nuzzling Erestor’s neck and looked worriedly into his eyes, “Why was she upset? Is she well?”
“Calanon.”
“Calanon? But I thought, after our talk the other day, that everything should be perfect between them,” Glorfindel asked, getting angry.
“Shh, meleth, it is alright. It seems, though, that Calanon has not asked Lostariel if he could court her yet,” Erestor said trying to sooth him.
Puzzled, he said, “But he asked for our blessing.”
Sighing, Erestor said, “I know he is not having second thoughts. Maybe he is waiting for the perfect time to ask her.”
Glorfindel said, in a huff, “Well, if he takes too long, I will make him ask her from the point of my sword. I do not like the thought of our elloth being upset.”
Smiling, Erestor kissed the frown away from Glorfindel’s brow and said, “I say we give him a couple of days, then I will let you play with your sword.”
Rolling Erestor over onto his back, he said, “You will let me play with my sword? I thought you got jealous whenever I played with my sword, as I remember you said it was yours.”
Erestor gave him a wicked smile before he attacked. Rolling Glorfindel onto his back, he straddled Glorfindel’s hips and grasped his shaft with his hand and said, “I was not talking about this sword, meleth. But you are right, it is mine.”
Glorfindel ran his hands up Erestor’s thighs under his robe, determined to play along, when suddenly Erestor moved above him and impaled himself on his shaft.
Throwing his head back, Erestor arched his back and said, “Yes…mine.”
Glorfindel was lost in the waves of their passion. Grasping Erestor’s cock, he stroked him and gasped, “Mine.”
Quickly, they soared as one and clung together in the aftermath of their love. When they finally regained their breaths, they cleaned each other then settled in their bed.
“I am worried about Elrond, meleth. He is dreading the coming of spring,” Erestor said, as he lazily ran his fingers up and down Glorfindel’s stomach.
Glorfindel was worried also. “He and Haldir’s relationship has not changed?” Glorfindel asked as he ran his fingers through Erestor’s hair.
“I do not believe so. Elrond has confided in me that Haldir is hesitant about deepening their relationship because he has to return to Lothlórien. Elrond also knows that is where he belongs. The One Ring is still out there somewhere and Elrond feels that it is only time before Sauron comes forth to try to claim it once again. He said that Haldir is needed in Lothlórien,” Erestor said with a sigh.
Holding Erestor tighter, Glorfindel said, “I am sure it will work itself out. If they truly are meant for one another, then they will not be able to stay away from each other for too long.”
Settling on top of Glorfindel, he said, “Yes, you are right. I have a feeling that with Arwen’s schemes, that they will not last too much longer.”
Glorfindel laughed, “Ai (Ah), she is a sneaking little minx when she wants something to go her way.”
Erestor laughed with him and gave him a quick kiss, “Have I told you that I loved you this evening?”
Caressing Erestor’s cheek, he said, “Yes, melui, but you can tell me again.”
Leaning down, he kissed him and said, “I,” kiss, “love,” kiss, “you,” then plundered his mouth.
Glorfindel savored the taste of his hervenn (husband) and said, ’I love you too, melui.’
The End
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 19
Winter was slowly releasing its hold on the valley of Imladris. Most of the residents were longing for spring, but there were two who were not, for the coming of spring would bring the departure of the Galadhrim. It had been four blissful months since the binding of Elrond’s Chief Advisor and Captain of the Guard. In that time, happiness seemed to blanket the valley along with the drifts of snow. New relationships seemed to flourish, kindled those with hope for the future.
Glorfindel was sitting before the fire, slowly brushing Erestor’s hair after their bath. This had become almost a nightly ritual. He watched as Erestor closed his eyes and tipped his head back. Smiling, Glorfindel leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.
Erestor sighed as he opened his eyes to look up at Glorfindel. “I did not have a chance to asked you how your day was, meleth (love)?” Erestor asked.
“Are you complaining, melui (sweet)?”
Chuckling, he asked, “Did you hear me complaining when you took me?”
Glorfindel, putting the brush down, gathered Erestor into his arms and nuzzled his neck, “Hmm, no, as I remember, you were too busy to say anything.”
Kissing Glorfindel’s chin, Erestor said, “I had a visitor today.”
Glorfindel drew in the heady scent of his melui as he continued to nuzzle his neck, “And who was your visitor, melui?”
Erestor leaned into Glorfindel’s touch and sighed, “Our elloth dithen (little flower). She was upset.”
At this, Glorfindel stopped nuzzling Erestor’s neck and looked worriedly into his eyes, “Why was she upset? Is she well?”
“Calanon.”
“Calanon? But I thought, after our talk the other day, that everything should be perfect between them,” Glorfindel asked, getting angry.
“Shh, meleth, it is alright. It seems, though, that Calanon has not asked Lostariel if he could court her yet,” Erestor said trying to sooth him.
Puzzled, he said, “But he asked for our blessing.”
Sighing, Erestor said, “I know he is not having second thoughts. Maybe he is waiting for the perfect time to ask her.”
Glorfindel said, in a huff, “Well, if he takes too long, I will make him ask her from the point of my sword. I do not like the thought of our elloth being upset.”
Smiling, Erestor kissed the frown away from Glorfindel’s brow and said, “I say we give him a couple of days, then I will let you play with your sword.”
Rolling Erestor over onto his back, he said, “You will let me play with my sword? I thought you got jealous whenever I played with my sword, as I remember you said it was yours.”
Erestor gave him a wicked smile before he attacked. Rolling Glorfindel onto his back, he straddled Glorfindel’s hips and grasped his shaft with his hand and said, “I was not talking about this sword, meleth. But you are right, it is mine.”
Glorfindel ran his hands up Erestor’s thighs under his robe, determined to play along, when suddenly Erestor moved above him and impaled himself on his shaft.
Throwing his head back, Erestor arched his back and said, “Yes…mine.”
Glorfindel was lost in the waves of their passion. Grasping Erestor’s cock, he stroked him and gasped, “Mine.”
Quickly, they soared as one and clung together in the aftermath of their love. When they finally regained their breaths, they cleaned each other then settled in their bed.
“I am worried about Elrond, meleth. He is dreading the coming of spring,” Erestor said, as he lazily ran his fingers up and down Glorfindel’s stomach.
Glorfindel was worried also. “He and Haldir’s relationship has not changed?” Glorfindel asked as he ran his fingers through Erestor’s hair.
“I do not believe so. Elrond has confided in me that Haldir is hesitant about deepening their relationship because he has to return to Lothlórien. Elrond also knows that is where he belongs. The One Ring is still out there somewhere and Elrond feels that it is only time before Sauron comes forth to try to claim it once again. He said that Haldir is needed in Lothlórien,” Erestor said with a sigh.
Holding Erestor tighter, Glorfindel said, “I am sure it will work itself out. If they truly are meant for one another, then they will not be able to stay away from each other for too long.”
Settling on top of Glorfindel, he said, “Yes, you are right. I have a feeling that with Arwen’s schemes, that they will not last too much longer.”
Glorfindel laughed, “Ai (Ah), she is a sneaking little minx when she wants something to go her way.”
Erestor laughed with him and gave him a quick kiss, “Have I told you that I loved you this evening?”
Caressing Erestor’s cheek, he said, “Yes, melui, but you can tell me again.”
Leaning down, he kissed him and said, “I,” kiss, “love,” kiss, “you,” then plundered his mouth.
Glorfindel savored the taste of his hervenn (husband) and said, ’I love you too, melui.’
The End