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Another Matter
Title: Another Matter
Rating: NC-17 FP
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel (implied)
Author: jenolas
A/N: By popular request (of three dear readers!), this is a sequel to “Matters in Hand.”
There will be a third story to conclude the arc as well.
Summary: Erestor attends to a pressing matter.
The arrival of the reborn Balrog slayer was not only an unique and exciting event, offering those Elves with long memories or who had only heard the songs, to hear the tale of the fall of Gondolin from one of its heroic sons.. Naturally everyone wanted to meet Glorfindel, and since it fell to Erestor to make the arrangements for the feast of welcome, he was one of the first to be introduced to the very handsome and desirable lord. There was the briefest touch of hands in greeting before dark eyes looked into the brilliance of the smiling blue ones and in that moment that lasted not more than a single heartbeat, Erestor was lost.
Nay not lost, found by the other half of his soul.
That had been several days ago, and since then there had been no time for other than a casual encounter at meals or a few moments when Erestor purposefully invented some obscure reason to seek Glorfindel at the training grounds. Every time he looked into the eyes that shone with the light of Valinor or saw the brilliant smile that graced lips that were just asking to be kissed, or heard his name uttered by the voice that spoke directly to his groin, Erestor fell in love all over again.
.
Erestor desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Glorfindel, to ask if his feelings had a chance of being returned but the gatherings in the Hall of Fire left no time or privacy for a discussion of the soul deep love in his heart. Even when the revelry ended, the remainder of the Balrog slayer’s evenings were devoted to Elrond, the son of the child he had fought so bravely to keep safe. Nonetheless, even when Glorfindel was not in sight, Erestor believed he could feel the heat of a lover’s desire brushing against mind, filling his thoughts with misty images of ebony and gold entwined in the throes of passion, and his body with the tension of desire unfulfilled.
Elrond’s chief advisor had always considered his ability to concentrate on his work to the exclusion of all else when necessary to be one of his strengths, and indeed such a trait had proven beneficial as Imladris grew and flourished. Today however, his yearning for completion was a distraction that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore and finally lead to the accidental destruction of a rare scroll.
Elrond was prepared to overlook a few mistakes in letters that were written, and if he had to call Erestor’s name more than once to attract his attention, well the advisor did have much on his mind, but when, in his haste to assist Glorfindel find a book on Gondolin, he knocked his inkwell over and the black liquid soaked into the irreplaceable parchment, the master of Imladris could tolerate no more.
As soon as Glorfindel left them alone, Elrond imposed on their friendship a little and pressed Erestor for a reason as to the cause of his distraction, but the wily advisor merely smiled enigmatically, said it was a private matter and offered no further explanation. That response alone was cause for concern to Elrond who wondered if the slightly flushed cheeks and the glittering eyes he had just noticed heralded some kind of malady despite knowing that illness was uncommon in Elves. Accordingly, Elrond suggested that his distracted friend take a few days rest, certain that this was the best course of action to advise when Erestor had made no protest about leaving work unfinished or in inept hands but simply nodded his acquiescence. The advisor then calmly set his desk in order and took his leave with a polite bow and a sigh of relief that the bulge in his leggings that resulted from Glorfindel’s mere presence in the library had remained undetected.
Erestor was not an inexperienced lover, yet earlier that morning he made an interesting discovery when he overheard two of Glorfindel’s warriors extolling the erotic virtues of satin sheets. Recalling his last tryst of several centuries ago, he could well imagine the extra pleasure the slippery fabric would have given to his bed play with Haldir. A quick check of his well ordered inventories had revealed that he would find several sets of unused sheets at the bottom of the communal linen chest. Once retrieved, he had made his bed afresh and was now very pleased that he had taken the time to do so.
As soon as he closed the door to his chamber, Erestor pulled off his robes, loosened the laces of his leggings and removed his aching hardness from its confines. Discarding the remainder of his clothing, Erestor closed his eyes and ran his hands slowly down his body, whimpering needfully when he imagined the tender touch was Glorfindel’s and not his own. He drew back the bedcovers, feeling positively decadent as he slipped his naked body between the sensuous coverings.
The lightweight fabric drifted slowly down to encompass his exposed body making Erestor writhe wantonly beneath the feather like caresses that caused his skin to tingle. Seeking more contact, he pulled the top sheet taut across his naked chest at a point just below his nipples then ever so slowly drew it over the rough skin, then pulled it back down, repeating the action over and over again, eliciting a sensation not unlike that of the softest lick of a tongue. Each time he moved the sheet in this erotic manner, the friction against the tiny brown erections caused a hot shivers of lust to travel like wild fire to his engorged groin. Erestor bucked his hips slightly upwards and groaned loudly as the head of his cock pressed against the teasing tightness of the sheet that was quickly becoming moist from his weeping arousal. As his thrusting continued, Erestor could have sworn it was his lover’s breath he felt cooling the damp sheet that was now clinging to his cock. Knowing it was not was pure torment.
By the Valar, how desperately he wanted Glorfindel right now!
Needing more contact, he reached down beneath the sheets and took his hardness in hand and began stroking in a well practiced rhythm while massaging his full sac with the other. As his strokes became harder and faster, and his thrusts increasingly wanton, he reached up to pinch his nipples hard enough to make him cry out with a pain that only intensified his pleasure e as he impaled himself on his fingers, immediately hitting the small gland inside that sent him over the edge. At the height of his passion Erestor felt the distant echo of another’s equally intense and erotic completion and heard his beloved cry his name in the same heartbeat that he screamed ‘Glorfindel!’ and lost himself in the most intensely powerful release he had ever experienced.
Tears of pure happiness filled his eyes as he realised that he had shared in something very special with his soul mate, for there was no longer any doubt that he and Glorfindel belonged together, and although his legs were still incredibly weak from his exertions and his heart was racing, Erestor waited not a moment more to seek out his beloved. Wearing naught but a hastily donned robe, barefoot and allowing his tangled hair to dance freely about his shoulders, the chief advisor ran through the passageways and out into the night, stopping only when strong arms held him close.
Rating: NC-17 FP
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel (implied)
Author: jenolas
A/N: By popular request (of three dear readers!), this is a sequel to “Matters in Hand.”
There will be a third story to conclude the arc as well.
Summary: Erestor attends to a pressing matter.
The arrival of the reborn Balrog slayer was not only an unique and exciting event, offering those Elves with long memories or who had only heard the songs, to hear the tale of the fall of Gondolin from one of its heroic sons.. Naturally everyone wanted to meet Glorfindel, and since it fell to Erestor to make the arrangements for the feast of welcome, he was one of the first to be introduced to the very handsome and desirable lord. There was the briefest touch of hands in greeting before dark eyes looked into the brilliance of the smiling blue ones and in that moment that lasted not more than a single heartbeat, Erestor was lost.
Nay not lost, found by the other half of his soul.
That had been several days ago, and since then there had been no time for other than a casual encounter at meals or a few moments when Erestor purposefully invented some obscure reason to seek Glorfindel at the training grounds. Every time he looked into the eyes that shone with the light of Valinor or saw the brilliant smile that graced lips that were just asking to be kissed, or heard his name uttered by the voice that spoke directly to his groin, Erestor fell in love all over again.
.
Erestor desperately wanted to spend some time alone with Glorfindel, to ask if his feelings had a chance of being returned but the gatherings in the Hall of Fire left no time or privacy for a discussion of the soul deep love in his heart. Even when the revelry ended, the remainder of the Balrog slayer’s evenings were devoted to Elrond, the son of the child he had fought so bravely to keep safe. Nonetheless, even when Glorfindel was not in sight, Erestor believed he could feel the heat of a lover’s desire brushing against mind, filling his thoughts with misty images of ebony and gold entwined in the throes of passion, and his body with the tension of desire unfulfilled.
Elrond’s chief advisor had always considered his ability to concentrate on his work to the exclusion of all else when necessary to be one of his strengths, and indeed such a trait had proven beneficial as Imladris grew and flourished. Today however, his yearning for completion was a distraction that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore and finally lead to the accidental destruction of a rare scroll.
Elrond was prepared to overlook a few mistakes in letters that were written, and if he had to call Erestor’s name more than once to attract his attention, well the advisor did have much on his mind, but when, in his haste to assist Glorfindel find a book on Gondolin, he knocked his inkwell over and the black liquid soaked into the irreplaceable parchment, the master of Imladris could tolerate no more.
As soon as Glorfindel left them alone, Elrond imposed on their friendship a little and pressed Erestor for a reason as to the cause of his distraction, but the wily advisor merely smiled enigmatically, said it was a private matter and offered no further explanation. That response alone was cause for concern to Elrond who wondered if the slightly flushed cheeks and the glittering eyes he had just noticed heralded some kind of malady despite knowing that illness was uncommon in Elves. Accordingly, Elrond suggested that his distracted friend take a few days rest, certain that this was the best course of action to advise when Erestor had made no protest about leaving work unfinished or in inept hands but simply nodded his acquiescence. The advisor then calmly set his desk in order and took his leave with a polite bow and a sigh of relief that the bulge in his leggings that resulted from Glorfindel’s mere presence in the library had remained undetected.
Erestor was not an inexperienced lover, yet earlier that morning he made an interesting discovery when he overheard two of Glorfindel’s warriors extolling the erotic virtues of satin sheets. Recalling his last tryst of several centuries ago, he could well imagine the extra pleasure the slippery fabric would have given to his bed play with Haldir. A quick check of his well ordered inventories had revealed that he would find several sets of unused sheets at the bottom of the communal linen chest. Once retrieved, he had made his bed afresh and was now very pleased that he had taken the time to do so.
As soon as he closed the door to his chamber, Erestor pulled off his robes, loosened the laces of his leggings and removed his aching hardness from its confines. Discarding the remainder of his clothing, Erestor closed his eyes and ran his hands slowly down his body, whimpering needfully when he imagined the tender touch was Glorfindel’s and not his own. He drew back the bedcovers, feeling positively decadent as he slipped his naked body between the sensuous coverings.
The lightweight fabric drifted slowly down to encompass his exposed body making Erestor writhe wantonly beneath the feather like caresses that caused his skin to tingle. Seeking more contact, he pulled the top sheet taut across his naked chest at a point just below his nipples then ever so slowly drew it over the rough skin, then pulled it back down, repeating the action over and over again, eliciting a sensation not unlike that of the softest lick of a tongue. Each time he moved the sheet in this erotic manner, the friction against the tiny brown erections caused a hot shivers of lust to travel like wild fire to his engorged groin. Erestor bucked his hips slightly upwards and groaned loudly as the head of his cock pressed against the teasing tightness of the sheet that was quickly becoming moist from his weeping arousal. As his thrusting continued, Erestor could have sworn it was his lover’s breath he felt cooling the damp sheet that was now clinging to his cock. Knowing it was not was pure torment.
By the Valar, how desperately he wanted Glorfindel right now!
Needing more contact, he reached down beneath the sheets and took his hardness in hand and began stroking in a well practiced rhythm while massaging his full sac with the other. As his strokes became harder and faster, and his thrusts increasingly wanton, he reached up to pinch his nipples hard enough to make him cry out with a pain that only intensified his pleasure e as he impaled himself on his fingers, immediately hitting the small gland inside that sent him over the edge. At the height of his passion Erestor felt the distant echo of another’s equally intense and erotic completion and heard his beloved cry his name in the same heartbeat that he screamed ‘Glorfindel!’ and lost himself in the most intensely powerful release he had ever experienced.
Tears of pure happiness filled his eyes as he realised that he had shared in something very special with his soul mate, for there was no longer any doubt that he and Glorfindel belonged together, and although his legs were still incredibly weak from his exertions and his heart was racing, Erestor waited not a moment more to seek out his beloved. Wearing naught but a hastily donned robe, barefoot and allowing his tangled hair to dance freely about his shoulders, the chief advisor ran through the passageways and out into the night, stopping only when strong arms held him close.