Faithless

Faithless


"You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you
have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit
of love." - Henry Drummond


Chapter 2 - Moments


"I believe all suffering is caused by ignorance. People inflict pain on others in the selfish pursuit of their happiness or satisfaction. Yet true happiness comes from a sense of peace and contentment, which in turn must be achieved through the cultivation of altruism, of love and compassion, and elimination of ignorance, selfishness, and greed. "
- Dalai Lama


Elrond woke later that morning to meet Glorfindel's star-like green eyes. They had a simple beauty to them that he had often lost himself in inappropriately while discussing matters that should not have aroused him so. Glorfindel smiled warmly and Elrond shifted his eyes so as not to meet the blond lord's. "Glorfindel," Elrond began rather nervously moving uncomfortably in tension, "I love you..."

In response a soft kiss was planted on his nose and Elrond wrinkled it in response. The gray eyes of Elrond looked to Glorfindel, and with seeing his smile even broader than before, he nuzzled his face against his chin giving it a soft kiss. "Glorfindel," he whispered against the other, "I'm sorry I've been such a responsibility."

Their eyes met as Glorfindel replied, "There's no need to be sorry." And as he spoke the words, the world seemed to stop. The only sound each heard was their heart beating lowly and steadily. The only sight each saw was the other's eyes. There was that feeling of love in which one wills everything to another, even though for some reason you forbid yourself from it. Each of the Elves' hearts showed through the look he gave, but neither voiced such feelings. At last, Elrond broke the silence.

"I have to go into my study, to copy those papers from last night, if you recall. I will see you tonight?"

"Why wouldn't you?" Glorfindel asked as Elrond removed himself from the bed and dressed. Glorfindel watched in awe as the pale creature unbuttoned his nightly undergarments. When he allowed the fabric to fall from his shoulders, it took every drop of Glorfindel's will power to stop him from pouncing upon Elrond, laying him on the bed, and claiming him. From head to toe and gleaming in the sun's light, Elrond's skin was such a creamy pale. But he shook his head and resisted nonetheless. "You are beautiful..." commented Glorfindel, moistening his lips as Elrond searched through his dresser for leggings.

Elrond's cheeks reddened as he hastily pulled up a pair of the fresh leggings he found buried deep within his drawer. "Do not be embarrassed..." Glorfindel said in a voice barely above a whisper, a voice comforting like milk and honey, comfort of a voice as Elrond selected a white robe cut low in the neck from his closet. "It really does bring out your hair and eyes," Glorfindel said. "And neck," he added, although not voicing his thoughts aloud.

Elrond had a silly childhood grin on his face as he asked in mock protest, "So now you shall pick out my clothes?"

Glorfindel nodded, "Why wouldn't I? I shouldn't like you to go around looking as unkempt as an Orc." Elrond gave an amused chuckle at the commonly used phrase he had often told his own children. "Have fun," Glorfindel called, placing a feathery kiss to his lord's forehead, and walked out to attend to his own duties.


* * *

"Give a man a free hand and he'll try to put it all over you."
- Mae West


Elrond sat at his desk, dipping a quill into a jar of ink. The quill almost mirrored him, an eagle's feather tipped with a black much like his midnight hair, and seemingly as delicate as himself as well. Though after the night's events, none would have guessed it from the lord's behavior, he was far from delicate. Every character was perfectly shaped in his perfect calligraphy as he translated each word of the book before him into notes. "It was night now, the stars shining as bright as the circlet in his hair and the moon bouncing waves of light in the dark strands. He was so entirely engrossed in his work that he failed to notice Glorfindel's light footsteps as he entered the room, and it was not until he sat down beside him, taking the scroll he was so entirely focused on, that he even noticed.

"Do give it back," Elrond said mildly annoyed.

Glorfindel gave a small smirk and cupped his chin in one hand. Elrond looked as if he were near crying in frustration once again, and so Glorfindel brought up his chin, whispering, "You work too hard," before crushing his lips against the half-elf's, tenderly allowing Elrond to forget every problem that plagued his mind and even the work before him. Their breath was warm in each other's mouths, and both tasted sweet. It was a heaven of their own making, and how long it lasted, neither could say.

Glorfindel stood removing Elrond's clothing with care and softly pushing him onto a nearby sofa near the wall under a window. The velvet sofa was under the window, lit only by the moon and stars. Elrond lay on it; nude except for the circlet left on his head, pale skin now the color of the moon blending into the light. Glorfindel's light fingers ran through Elrond's hair as he half kissed, half sucked his neck.

"Father, it's almost time for din– The gods! Glorfindel?!" Elrohir gasped in shock. It was quite a sight. Elrond lay naked beneath a fully clothed Elf, who currently straddled him with both hands in his hair and lips devouring his mouth.

Glorfindel removed himself calmly, leaving his very obviously aroused father flushing. "Dinner, wasn't it? I'll see that he dresses. Thank you, Elrohir."

"Do...hurry...the guests are...ready to sit." After a nod from Glorfindel, Elrohir left the study and hurried to his room. "Elladan! Elladan!" he called. "I do believe father and Glorfindel were mating! Father was unclothed beneath him... He was obviously enjoying it... And, and Glorfindel was... Atop him! Kissing him!"

"Oh, really?" Elladan asked, eyebrows elevated. He smiled in spite of his brother's hysteria. For a moment, he believed his brother would faint. "You didn't really believe Glorfindel was 'taking care of him' all these past few days, did you?"

"Well..." Elrohir thought back. "Elrond was sleeping in his lap that once...and the other time Glorfindel was stroking his hair..."

"See?" Elladan smirked. "Father isn't depressed over mother's departure as much as before. He is accepting it. He probably still misses her, as we do, but Glorfindel will make him forget it the best he can."

Elrohir glared, "How do you manage to always be right?"

"It's a gift," Elladan replied, tossing his hair over his shoulders.

"Well, Elladan, since you are so entirely gifted, you can invite the guests in."

"And you can see them to their seats, Elrohir."


* * *

"A sudden, bold, and unexpected question doth many times surprise a man and lay him open."
- John Lennon



Elrond glanced up to Glorfindel, who glanced back across the table, lifting an eyebrow at the unaccustomedly fidgeting lord; the twins traded knowing smirks and glances. The conversation, or rather debate, was currently over Thranduil's rude behavior in Lorien at the last council. Some blamed it on Legolas, rumored to be warming his bed, and others blamed it on the countless cases of wine in his castle. The rest just said he was naturally arrogant. Either way, the rumors of him made for a good conversation piece, although it was not proper behavior, but one day couldn't hurt...

Elrond excused himself from the table momentarily. "Odd," thought Glorfindel. It was out of character for him to ever leave, although from the look of it, he had been still aroused from the previous events of the night and needed release. Glorfindel smirked, congratulating himself.

"Glorfindel! Tell me...are you and father...?" Elladan asked, looking down. Then...

Glorfindel felt his robes pushed aside as his leggings were pulled down. Glorfindel remained calm, kicking Elrond softly in the stomach. In response, his legs were spread. Glorfindel, now annoyed, kicked Elrond in the crotch enough to get a mild yelp, which fortunately went unnoticed by the table passionately arguing on the worth of dwarves. Half agreed they were good for jewelry and such, and the others wished that they never existed.

Elladan, who sat beside Glorfindel, looked down and then up with a question labeling his brow. Glorfindel nodded, looking to his plate in embarrassment. Elrohir covered his mouth, looking away to mute a snicker and cover a grin. Glorfindel allowed a hand to stray down and grab his hair. "If you are going to, hurry up!" he hissed, shoving Elrond's head far from gently before his waiting shaft.

"Perhaps I don't wish to now," Elrond hissed back. Glorfindel was set on getting what he wanted now and released his hair, moving a leg between Elrond's legs. Elrond gave a mixture of a purr and a moan, a soft, sweet noise that made Glorfindel stroke his cheek and run a hand through his hair in affection. Glorfindel hid his emotions well as he looked at his plate listlessly; all the while, under the table, both legs spread, Elrond's and his knees pleasured him, making him purr.

The argument grew steadily larger along with the pair's growing need. Glorfindel bit down on his lower lip as Elrond took him into his mouth. Glorfindel gasped, which received smug glances from the twins – he hadn't expected Elrond to suck him so hard – but by the gods it felt good! He bit down harder on his lip to keep himself from moaning, and in only a few moments' time, he came. Not long after, the lord returned, looking as respectable as always.

"Glorfindel!" he snapped across the table.

"Yes, dearest?"

"I gave you release."

"You don't seriously expect me to crawl under the table and –"

"Please..." Elrond asked with his ever-tempting pout.

"Must I?"

"Yes!"

"Really, Elrond, I will not."

"But Glorfindel..."

"After dinner, we're about to go." An idea came to mind as he glanced at the lord shivering in silent desire. He reached down to his boots, removing one, and placed his foot in the folds of Elrond's robes. "Glorfindel... oh!" Elrond purred.

"We'll continue this later... under the waterfalls tonight," Glorfindel promised and hurried to quickly replace his boots. He smirked once more to himself. The lord would be well aroused by then.

"But Glorfindel..."

"Yes?"

"Get under the table. Now! You swore your allegiance to me. To do whatever I asked – anything! You have your honor!"

Glorfindel groaned. Honor... He had the nerve. And he had none whatsoever when he acted so childishly, Glorfindel thought. The lord would have what he wanted and there was no denying him that... He always did. But... Glorfindel assured himself, in the end, it was he who would be atop him, forcing him to beg for release tonight. No, no, it wasn't an assurance. It was a promise, a promise he well intended to keep. But nothing would hurt giving him a taste of that now... "I suppose I'll have to find some silk rope for later..." he thought with a smirk.


To be continued...