Gifts for Glorfindel

Title: Gifts for Glorfindel
Rating: R
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel

Chapter 2

For the second time that morning Glorfindel’s hand was seized, only this time his skin tingled in the sensuous grip of his lover’s fingers as Erestor pulled him towards a shadowed doorway. As soon as they were out of plain sight, a silent Erestor flung his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and hungrily claimed his lover’s lips in a passionate kiss that was eagerly returned.

“Good morning, my love,” Erestor whispered when they finally parted for breath.

“It is now. Why did you leave me alone last night?” asked Glorfindel, clearly hurt by Erestor’s disappearance. An elegant finger reached up to caress his cheek and dark eyes filled with apology and love stared into the blue depths that were tinged with sadness and concern.

“I could not sleep and went to make some herbal tea,” replied Erestor, dropping his eyes as he spoke words that did not tell the entire truth. “I was about to return to you when I saw the twins open your door, so I went to my chambers instead.”

“Aye, and left me at the mercy of their far too inquisitive minds. They told me they saw you, and they were surprised to see you in such a state of disarray. Is there something amiss, my love?” Glorfindel had easily sensed the deception in the one he knew so well, but said nothing, hoping Erestor would speak honestly.

“Nay, all is well,” replied Erestor, shaking his head against the strong chest where he had rested it for a moment. “Do you still plan to take them riding this morning,” he asked as he tightened his arms about Glorfindel’s waist, relishing the feel of the strong rhythmic beat of his heart against his ear.

“I did promise them I would, but I would much rather spend the morning riding you,” Glorfindel replied seductively, smiling at the slight blush his words caused his lover.

“Whilst I am conducting the council meeting, you mean, since that is where I will be until noon?” teased Erestor, becoming slightly alarmed when Glorfindel merely raised an eyebrow as if considering the merits of that idea. Fortunately for Erestor’s dignity, he decided against it.

“Nay, your charms are for my eyes alone. Are you free this afternoon?” he asked hopefully as he nuzzled the soft skin of Erestor’s neck, taking great pleasure in causing shivers of delight to course through his beloved’s body. The highly aroused advisor shook his head and sighed heavily with obvious regret.

“I have a class to teach, and you have warriors to train, but after that I am yours for the taking, my love,” he said, reaching up to run his tongue over the sensitive tip of Glorfindel’s ear. The seneschal groaned wantonly and pulled his advisor close for another kiss that was so filled with need and longing that, had not the excited voices of Elladan and Elrohir calling his name interrupted, Glorfindel would have taken his more than willing lover then and there. Panting with unfulfilled desire, the lovers had no choice but to separate and straighten robes that had somehow become unbuttoned and fallen open in the ardour of the moment. They moved back into the open as if nothing had happened.

“I will see you after the evening meal, if that is convenient, Lord Erestor,” said Glorfindel, reverting to the more formal mode of speech the two used in public.

“Indeed it is Lord Glorfindel. We need to discuss your latest report before you go back out on patrol. I will expect you an hour after sunset,” he said with a slight bow before offering the twins a hug. “I will see you two immediately after the noon meal and I will hear no excuses this time about the hardness of seats compared to a horse’s back. You may bring pillows to sit on if necessary,” he added with a gleam in his eye and a wink for Glorfindel who was chuckling merrily.

“Aye, my lord,” came the sullen replies. They both hated history lessons no matter how interesting Erestor tried to make them.

“Come then, shall we race to the stables?” Glorfindel’s challenge lifted their spirits and soon the three were running across the courtyard, laughing happily.

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Glorfindel returned from the training grounds just on sunset, and in his desire to be with his love, he decided to see if he could convince Erestor to join him in a bath and a private dinner. Knowing Erestor would still be working in his study, Glorfindel made his way there only to find the door slightly open and the advisor in conversation with Lindir. He was about to enter unannounced when the minstrel’s words stopped him in his tracks.

“So I will not expect to see you later tonight, my dear Erestor?” he asked.

“Nay, I have plans to meet with Glorfindel tonight, but once he leaves on patrol tomorrow, I will be free for the next several nights and we can continue without risk of being caught.” Glorfindel sagged heavily against the wall as Erestor’s words stabbed at his heart. Had he truly lost his love to Lindir?

“You really should tell him, you know,” said Lindir who had been Erestor’s friend and confidant long before he met Glorfindel.

“I will, but not until he returns. I can not allow him to go on patrol with such a distraction on his mind. Mmmm, that feels wonderful, Lindir.” Erestor murmured and Glorfindel could not help but peer into the room to see what had made his beloved moan. Jealous rage overtook him as he watched Lindir massage the taut muscles in the bare shoulders and he stormed into the room.

“Take your hands off him, now!” he shouted angrily, tears of hurt streaming down his cheeks as he pulled the smaller elf away from Erestor. The advisor stared in momentary disbelief then inclined his head to Lindir who nodded his acknowledgment of the silent dismissal and left the study, closing the door behind him leaving the lovers to their privacy.

“Glorfindel, what is the meaning of this?” Erestor demanded in a voice that did little to hide the dangerous rage beneath its deceptive silkiness.

“He does not have the right to touch you so intimately, unless of course he is your new lover. Is he?” Glorfindel asked, his eyes filled with such fear and pain that Erestor’s anger drowned in his beloved’s tears. He reached for the seneschal’s shaking hands placing one against his chest just near his heart, and the other against Glorfindel’s.

“Do you feel that?” Erestor asked as he tilted Glorfindel’s chin upwards so that their eyes met. The seneschal nodded. “Do you know what it is?”

“Your heart beating... and mine.”

“Nay, it is the beat of OUR heart, for my heart and yours are one and the same. You are the love of my life, Glorfindel, now and forever.” Erestor promised, sealing his vow with a tender and loving kiss.

“I love you too, my sweet Erestor,” Glorfindel said as he sank into one of the armchairs, pulling his beloved into his lap and stealing another kiss as he did so. “Will you not tell me the secret you are keeping from me but that you can share with Lindir?” Erestor did not fail to notice the ous ous edge that remained and knew he would have to be totally honest with Glorfindel. His lover deserved nothing less.

“Lindir is helping me prepare your begetting day gift. It is not ready and is meant to be a surprise but I will show you what it is if you insist,” he replied.

“Nay I, it obviously pleases you to make me wait, but tell me, were you with Lindir last night?” Glorfindel asked, subtly letting the one he held in his arms know that he had not believed his earlier explanation.

“Aye, we were working on your surprise, but I also did need to make some herbal tea to help me recover from your vigourous and lustful attentions.” Erestor admitted as he wriggled seductively against his lover’s hardening groin before standing to slowly remove his robes. He grinned wickedly as he moved his naked form away from the hands that reached for him, returning quickly after he had locked the study door. Glorfindel’s eyes darkened with desire as he allowed his tunic and leggings to be somewhat forcefully and erotically removed. This time when he reached for Erestor, his lover willingly melted into his arms.

“I am yours, Glorfindel, claim me, take your pleasure in me,” Erestor begged wantonly of his highly aroused lover. Their love making was wild and passionate, reaching an intensity of ecstasy they had never before experienced and which left them both drained and sated.

They had giggled like young elves caught misbehaving when they realised that Elrond had been working next door and on hearing them sc eac each other’s names as they climaxed together, he had knocked sharply on the door and suggested that they keep their voices down unless they wanted the whole of Imladris to learn of their relationship.

“I will miss you when you go on patrol tomorrow,” Erestor said sleepily as he relaxed in Glorfindel’s arms.

“I will miss you also my love, and I will be eagerly anticipating receiving my gift when I return,” replied Glorfindel unable to stifle another yawn. “Come, let us spend the night together in my chambers,” he suggested as he quickly donned his now crumpled tunic and leggings that had been slightly torn in their hasty removal. Erestor’s robe had fared little better he mused as he noticed two buttons missing, but the garment served to cover his nakedness.

“We both look a mess,” commented Glorfindel as he tried to straighten his hair by running his fingers through the tangled tresses before doing the same for Erestor.

“Let us hope that we do not run into those inquisitive twins,” laughed Erestor as they dared to walk hand in hand through the hallways that lead to the sleeping chambers.