Midsummer Heat

Title: Midsummer Heat (2/?)
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS Erestor/Glorfindel, and Elrond/Thranduil (later chapters)
Author: jenolas
Disclaimer: LOTR belongs to the creative genius of JRR Tolkien, not me.

Summary: It’s Midsummer and Glorfindel and Erestor are in a particularly ‘frisky’ mood and learn something of great interest about Elrond.

Midsummer Heat (2/?)

Glorfindel sat up and groaned in frustration, a frown of disappointment creasing his brow as he watched the door closing behind his adorable, if not maddening Erestor. The groan quickly turned to a contented sigh when the pleasant aches in certain places reminded him of the previous night’s passion. The Balrog slayer settled comfortably against the pillows and offered silent thanks to the Valar for the love he and the advisor shared.

Most of the Elves in Imladris, and indeed those in the other realms as well if rumours were to be believed, considered the relationship between Erestor and Glorfindel to be an enigma. The two apparently had very little in common and it was difficult to understand how the love of the handsome, high spirited Balrog slayer, whose ever smiling eyes shone with the light of Valinor, could possibly be given to, or accepted by one so unlike him as Erestor, who was regarded as having a sharp tongue, dark unreadable eyes and ice water running through his veins. There was no denying that the Noldo had a dark beauty of his own, but that, along with his normally aloof manner, only seemed to affirm that the advisor also had a coldness of heart that spoke not of love for anyone, with the exception of Elrond and his family.

To his lover’s eyes, Erestor’s stern public demeanour was nothing more than a manifestation of his skills as a diplomat and totally in keeping with his position as Elrond’s chief steward and advisor. The seneschal alone knew the depth of love Erestor was capable of giving, how warm and intensely passionate his dark haired beauty could be. Glorfindel had never been happier or more content since the day his soul mate declared his eternal love, unconditionally and with all of his being.

Over the years, both Glorfindel and Erestor had overheard many unkind comments about their romance, but rather than being hurt by the words, he and Erestor had treated them with the contempt they deserved. They both agreed with Elrond’s opinion that such were uttered by the envious hearts of those who felt rejected. Glorfindel had laughed at the notion that anyone other than Erestor could ever lay claim to his affections, since his heart had belonged to the advisor from the day they met.

In fact, had those who whispered words borne of envy behind the lovers’ backs taken the time to watch them more closely, they would soon have realised how wrong they were.

The love the advisor and seneschal felt for one another was evident in every glance, in every affectionately spoken word, in every touch, be it merely a simple brush of hands as they walked in the gardens, an embrace on the dance floor, or chaste kisses on cheeks offered for no reason other than a display of affection, or in the hungry meeting of lips in stolen moments of passion.

Of course, only the two lovers knew that a secret smile across the dinner table was enough to cause hearts to fill with joy, or that the glitter of lust in darkened eyes as one impatiently waited at the training fields, or in the library, for the work day to end, caused hearts to race in anticipation of shared pleasure.

Over the years, their loving had some times been wildly erotic, sometimes very inventive and yet other times slow and languorous, and Glorfindel enjoyed every time as only a lover can, but he had to admit it it was devastatingly arousing when Erestor chose to be wickedly playful. The twitching hardness between his legs attested to that fact in no uncertain terms.

The note Erestor had written caught his eye and rising from he comfort of the bed to retrieve it, the meaning of his lover’s cryptic remark became plain. The note was lying on top of the neatly folded leggings that Glorfindel realised were the ones Erestor should have been wearing. His already hardened arousal became even more rigid as the full import of the few words became apparent.

“Formal robes, Glorfindel my love, nothing else!”

Glorfindel’s eyes darkened with need and he wondered whether Erestor was aware of the effect the knowledge that he was naked under his robes was having on his lover. Glorfindel nodded in answer to his unspoken question. Erestor’s reputation as a cunning strategist was well earned, and no doubt he knew exactly what he was doing to his mate. It was also obvious that Erestor thought he would be safely out of reach while occupied with the preparations for the celebrations, and would have no time for a little more mutual pleasuring. To Glorfindel’s mind, his beloved was offering a challenge that was too tempting to refuse intended to spend the day teasing his lover in retaliation and with the knowledge that when they finally sought each other’s arms, their loving and their release would be even more intense than usual. The seneschal was just as eager to play his part in the game of seduction and saw no reason not to fuel the flame of desire that he had seen burning within the dark eyes.

Knowing that Erestor was currently at his meeting with Elrond, Glorfindel decided that the warm water of a relaxing bath would ease some of the aches and pains that resulted from being away from his lover for so long. He collected his robes on his way to the communal bating chamber, feeling the twinge of hunger as he did so.

It had been months since he had tasted anything freshly baked, and he decided that after his bath he would go to the kitchens and ask for some bread and cheese and a sample of whatever pastries a little harmless flirtation with the cook would earn. He certainly needed to replenish his strength after last night, not to mention that he would likely need something extra for when he finally caught Erestor alone.

As he settled into the aromatic herbal water, Glorfindel sighed with pleasure as the warmth eased the tension form his muscles and the ache from his body. All he needed to do now was to decide where to lay his ambush for his unsuspecting lover, and as he drifted into a light reverie, his dreams filled with images of Erestor writhing beneath him in pleasure.

Awaking to the unpleasant feel of cold water on his skin, Glorfindel stepped out of the bathing pool and dressed as Erestor desired, grateful that the physical evidence of his love, which annoyingly insisted on returning to its fully erect state, was well hidden from public scrutiny behind the voluminous garment.

Glorfindel ignored the titters of amusement that accompanied his entrance into the kitchen. He was not certain whether it was his unusually formal attire that was the source of the merriment, or his undignified greeting of his lover the day before, but he cared not what they thought. He was proud to be called Erestor’s lover, and judging by his uninhibited response, Erestor felt the same.

“So you are looking for something a little sweeter to ni on on than the advisor?” the head cook asked wa kna knowing wink when Glorfindel made his request. More soft chuckles of mirth echoed around the room and even Glorfindel could not keep his stern glare of annoyance for long.

“As delicios yos your pastries always are, there is nothing as sweet as or more desirable than my beloved, but I am rather hungry,” he replied, licking his lips seductively to emphasise the point.

“Had you fill of Lord Erestor then, I take it,” smirked one of the warriors from his patrol who was also seeking a freshly cooked meal. Glorfindel raised his eyebrow at the innuendo.

“Several times, but not nearly enough,” he replied with a smirk of his own.

“You are a wicked one, Lord Glorfindel, “ the cook said, slapping him playfully on the arm before handing him the plate of rolls and pastries she had prepared in anticipation of her favourite lord’s request.

“So Erestor often tells me, but perhaps I should make myself a little sweeter for him,” he said accepting this food with a bow and without another word, added a pot of honey to his fare. Glorfindel left the kitchen with a satisfied grin for the blushes that now coloured the cheeks of those who understood his intentions.