Erestor's Gift
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chapter 2
Title: Erestor’s Gift (2/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/???
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter Two
Erestor sat under the tree, back against the trunk, legs stretched out, the book he was reading clutched in his hands, and slept peacefully. Glorfindel knelt beside his friend, just gazing upon Erestor and thinking how beautiful he was. He hated to wake him, but everything was ready. He and Elrond had been pleased to find the councilor soundly sleeping. It gave them plenty of time for Glorfindel to bathe and change his clothes while Elrond ordered their dinner and the twins helped get everything else ready.
Glorfindel took the book from Erestor’s hands and set it aside, then took the slim, smaller hands into his own rougher ones. “Erestor, wake up, dear friend,” he said softly.
Erestor mumbled as his eyes slowly regained focus, and he looked up into Glorfindel’s smiling face. A smile slowly lit his features. “Glorfindel. You are back,” he whispered.
The warrior looked into the dark eyes, and what he saw there took his breath away. Erestor did love him. Why had he never seen before? “I could not miss your begetting day. Happy begetting day, my dear Erestor,” Glorfindel said quietly, then placed a chaste kiss on the councilor’s brow. “Will you dine with me tonight, Erestor? In my rooms? Everything is waiting for us.”
“I would like that very much, Glorfindel,” Erestor smiled. All was right in his world again. It was his begetting day, and his dear friend, his secret love, was beside him again. Glorfindel’s glow was so bright he could spend the rest of his life basking in it.
“Then come, my friend,” Glorfindel said as he pulled Erestor up and handed him his book. Erestor brushed leaves and grass off his robes, and Glorfindel chuckled as he picked a few stray leaves out of Erestor’s hair.
“Would you mind if I stopped in my rooms to change first, Glorfindel? Else I will traipse the garden into your rooms,” Erestor said. Glorfindel was dressed in tight fitting black leggings and a silky pale blue tunic, open several inches at the neck, and Erestor wanted to change into something less formal than his robes.
“Of course not. Just hurry before dinner gets cold,” Glorfindel answered as they walked the short way into the house.
Leaving Erestor at his door, Glorfindel entered his rooms, located right next to the councilor’s, and quickly lit the candles arranged around the room. The fire blazed invitingly in the hearth and cast a rosy glow around the room. Fur rugs and pillows were arranged invitingly before it. Fresh flowers filled vases scattered here and there and filled the air with a lovely fragrance. Their dinner waited on the table, along with an open bottle of Elrond’s best red wine.
Erestor threw his robes off and ran to the wardrobe, wondering if what he had in mind to wear was still there. He had ordered it years ago, but had never had the courage to wear it. Delving into the farthest corner, he finally located the tunic. He fingered the soft material and smiled. It was the color of a deep red wine, and shimmered with golden threads woven here and there in the fabric.
He quickly washed, then brushed his hair free of any tangles and stray leaves, and left it loose. He carefully put the tunic on, then added tight black leggings and soft black suede ankle boots. Standing in front of his mirror, he drew the tunic around his waist, where it was tightly fitted, and fastened its one gold hook. The rest of the fabric above his waist draped closed, but would open slightly when he moved, revealing his chest. “I cannot believe I am going to wear this,” he whispered to his reflection. But he wanted to look nice for Glorfindel. Leaving before he changed his mind, he closed his door, walked to the next one, and knocked.
Glorfindel opened the door, and stood staring at Erestor for a moment before regaining his senses. Erestor looked stunning! “Please, come in, Erestor,” he said, opening the door wider. “You look…beautiful….tonight.”
Erestor blushed, grateful that the room was not brightly lit. “Thank you, Glorfindel,” he said softly, then hesitantly added, “You look beautiful, too.”
“I hope you are hungry. Dinner looks wonderful.” He led Erestor to the table and pulled out a chair for him.
“I am rather hungry. I did not eat much for lunch today,” Erestor said.
Glorfindel poured their wine, then took his own seat across from Erestor. He filled their plates with meat in a rich sauce and fresh roasted vegetables. “Oh, this smells good. I am rather hungry myself. I always come home hungry when I am out on patrol.”
“I have noticed that.”
Glorfindel stopped and looked at Erestor. “You have? You noticed when I was hungry?”
Erestor nodded. “We do have dinner together in the hall most of the time, and I just noticed when you return from a patrol, you are always hungrier. Especially a long patrol.”
Glorfindel smiled. For some reason, it pleased him that Erestor had noticed.
They continued their small talk over dinner and a rich desert of a sweet vanilla cake with chocolate filling. Erestor finally sat back in his chair. “I cannot eat another bite. That was a wonderful dinner, Glorfindel.” He smiled at his friend. “You always make my begetting day very special. Thank you.”
“Will you come and walk with me in the garden, Erestor?” Glorfindel said, rising and offering his hand to the councilor.
“All right,” Erestor said, placing his hand in Glorfindel’s and getting up. He expected Glorfindel to release his hand, but the warrior kept holding it as they walked out through the balcony and down the steps into the gardens. The moon cast a silvery glow and illumined their path. As they walked silently hand-in-hand, Erestor asked, “What are you thinking of Glorfindel?”
They kept walking for a few more steps until Glorfindel stopped and released his hand. “There are some things I have wanted to give you for your begetting day, Erestor, for many years now.” The warrior broke off a beautiful red long-stemmed rose from a bush and stood removing all of its thorns. “This is my first gift to you.” He stood in front of Erestor and whispered, “The reddest of roses has always reminded me of your beautiful red lips. It is a symbol of how much I adore you.” He placed the rose stem in Erestor’s hand.
Erestor held the rose, and stood staring into Glorfindel’s eyes, not knowing what to say. What had he heard? Glorfindel adored him?
Standing even closer, Glorfindel said softly, “My second gift to you is this,” and he lowered his head and placed a sweet, loving kiss on Erestor’s lips. “It is a symbol of all of the love I have for you,” he whispered shakily, as he enfolded Erestor in his arms.
Erestor felt a flash run through his body as Glorfindel’s lips touched his, and a soft whimper escaped his lips as they moved away. As the warrior’s arms moved around him he looked up into shining blue eyes, and whispered, “Oh….please….will you give me your second gift again?”
“With all my heart,” Glorfindel said, as he captured Erestor’s mouth in a passionate kiss that spoke of all the years he had wanted this beautiful elf.
The rose fell unheeded to the ground as Erestor moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss, his fingers entwined through the golden mane.
Tongues danced and explored, and there was the briefest of partings to draw breath before mouths were joined again to capture joint moans of love.
“I love you, Erestor. I have always loved you,” Glorfindel whispered huskily against soft, red lips before devouring Erestor’s sweet mouth again.
Finally parting, Erestor panted breathlessly as he looked up at Glorfindel adoringly. The councilor’s eyes were tear filled, but they were tears of joy. “Oh, Glorfindel…I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. I am so very happy, I fear this is but a sweet dream.”
“This is no dream, my sweet one,” Glorfindel said, holding Erestor closer. “Come with me back to my rooms? There are two more gifts I have there for your begetting day.”
“I need no other gift than what you have already given me, but I would like to go back to your rooms,” Erestor said, drawing the warrior’s head down for another kiss. “All I want is more of your sweet kisses.”
Tbc….
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel, Elrond/???
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Warning: None, except for fluff.
Summary: Erestor is sure Glorfindel forgot his begetting day, and Elrond meddles.
Author’s Note: Not a part of my usual Erestor/Glorfindel universe.
Chapter Two
Erestor sat under the tree, back against the trunk, legs stretched out, the book he was reading clutched in his hands, and slept peacefully. Glorfindel knelt beside his friend, just gazing upon Erestor and thinking how beautiful he was. He hated to wake him, but everything was ready. He and Elrond had been pleased to find the councilor soundly sleeping. It gave them plenty of time for Glorfindel to bathe and change his clothes while Elrond ordered their dinner and the twins helped get everything else ready.
Glorfindel took the book from Erestor’s hands and set it aside, then took the slim, smaller hands into his own rougher ones. “Erestor, wake up, dear friend,” he said softly.
Erestor mumbled as his eyes slowly regained focus, and he looked up into Glorfindel’s smiling face. A smile slowly lit his features. “Glorfindel. You are back,” he whispered.
The warrior looked into the dark eyes, and what he saw there took his breath away. Erestor did love him. Why had he never seen before? “I could not miss your begetting day. Happy begetting day, my dear Erestor,” Glorfindel said quietly, then placed a chaste kiss on the councilor’s brow. “Will you dine with me tonight, Erestor? In my rooms? Everything is waiting for us.”
“I would like that very much, Glorfindel,” Erestor smiled. All was right in his world again. It was his begetting day, and his dear friend, his secret love, was beside him again. Glorfindel’s glow was so bright he could spend the rest of his life basking in it.
“Then come, my friend,” Glorfindel said as he pulled Erestor up and handed him his book. Erestor brushed leaves and grass off his robes, and Glorfindel chuckled as he picked a few stray leaves out of Erestor’s hair.
“Would you mind if I stopped in my rooms to change first, Glorfindel? Else I will traipse the garden into your rooms,” Erestor said. Glorfindel was dressed in tight fitting black leggings and a silky pale blue tunic, open several inches at the neck, and Erestor wanted to change into something less formal than his robes.
“Of course not. Just hurry before dinner gets cold,” Glorfindel answered as they walked the short way into the house.
Leaving Erestor at his door, Glorfindel entered his rooms, located right next to the councilor’s, and quickly lit the candles arranged around the room. The fire blazed invitingly in the hearth and cast a rosy glow around the room. Fur rugs and pillows were arranged invitingly before it. Fresh flowers filled vases scattered here and there and filled the air with a lovely fragrance. Their dinner waited on the table, along with an open bottle of Elrond’s best red wine.
Erestor threw his robes off and ran to the wardrobe, wondering if what he had in mind to wear was still there. He had ordered it years ago, but had never had the courage to wear it. Delving into the farthest corner, he finally located the tunic. He fingered the soft material and smiled. It was the color of a deep red wine, and shimmered with golden threads woven here and there in the fabric.
He quickly washed, then brushed his hair free of any tangles and stray leaves, and left it loose. He carefully put the tunic on, then added tight black leggings and soft black suede ankle boots. Standing in front of his mirror, he drew the tunic around his waist, where it was tightly fitted, and fastened its one gold hook. The rest of the fabric above his waist draped closed, but would open slightly when he moved, revealing his chest. “I cannot believe I am going to wear this,” he whispered to his reflection. But he wanted to look nice for Glorfindel. Leaving before he changed his mind, he closed his door, walked to the next one, and knocked.
Glorfindel opened the door, and stood staring at Erestor for a moment before regaining his senses. Erestor looked stunning! “Please, come in, Erestor,” he said, opening the door wider. “You look…beautiful….tonight.”
Erestor blushed, grateful that the room was not brightly lit. “Thank you, Glorfindel,” he said softly, then hesitantly added, “You look beautiful, too.”
“I hope you are hungry. Dinner looks wonderful.” He led Erestor to the table and pulled out a chair for him.
“I am rather hungry. I did not eat much for lunch today,” Erestor said.
Glorfindel poured their wine, then took his own seat across from Erestor. He filled their plates with meat in a rich sauce and fresh roasted vegetables. “Oh, this smells good. I am rather hungry myself. I always come home hungry when I am out on patrol.”
“I have noticed that.”
Glorfindel stopped and looked at Erestor. “You have? You noticed when I was hungry?”
Erestor nodded. “We do have dinner together in the hall most of the time, and I just noticed when you return from a patrol, you are always hungrier. Especially a long patrol.”
Glorfindel smiled. For some reason, it pleased him that Erestor had noticed.
They continued their small talk over dinner and a rich desert of a sweet vanilla cake with chocolate filling. Erestor finally sat back in his chair. “I cannot eat another bite. That was a wonderful dinner, Glorfindel.” He smiled at his friend. “You always make my begetting day very special. Thank you.”
“Will you come and walk with me in the garden, Erestor?” Glorfindel said, rising and offering his hand to the councilor.
“All right,” Erestor said, placing his hand in Glorfindel’s and getting up. He expected Glorfindel to release his hand, but the warrior kept holding it as they walked out through the balcony and down the steps into the gardens. The moon cast a silvery glow and illumined their path. As they walked silently hand-in-hand, Erestor asked, “What are you thinking of Glorfindel?”
They kept walking for a few more steps until Glorfindel stopped and released his hand. “There are some things I have wanted to give you for your begetting day, Erestor, for many years now.” The warrior broke off a beautiful red long-stemmed rose from a bush and stood removing all of its thorns. “This is my first gift to you.” He stood in front of Erestor and whispered, “The reddest of roses has always reminded me of your beautiful red lips. It is a symbol of how much I adore you.” He placed the rose stem in Erestor’s hand.
Erestor held the rose, and stood staring into Glorfindel’s eyes, not knowing what to say. What had he heard? Glorfindel adored him?
Standing even closer, Glorfindel said softly, “My second gift to you is this,” and he lowered his head and placed a sweet, loving kiss on Erestor’s lips. “It is a symbol of all of the love I have for you,” he whispered shakily, as he enfolded Erestor in his arms.
Erestor felt a flash run through his body as Glorfindel’s lips touched his, and a soft whimper escaped his lips as they moved away. As the warrior’s arms moved around him he looked up into shining blue eyes, and whispered, “Oh….please….will you give me your second gift again?”
“With all my heart,” Glorfindel said, as he captured Erestor’s mouth in a passionate kiss that spoke of all the years he had wanted this beautiful elf.
The rose fell unheeded to the ground as Erestor moaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Glorfindel’s neck and pulled him into a deeper kiss, his fingers entwined through the golden mane.
Tongues danced and explored, and there was the briefest of partings to draw breath before mouths were joined again to capture joint moans of love.
“I love you, Erestor. I have always loved you,” Glorfindel whispered huskily against soft, red lips before devouring Erestor’s sweet mouth again.
Finally parting, Erestor panted breathlessly as he looked up at Glorfindel adoringly. The councilor’s eyes were tear filled, but they were tears of joy. “Oh, Glorfindel…I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you. I am so very happy, I fear this is but a sweet dream.”
“This is no dream, my sweet one,” Glorfindel said, holding Erestor closer. “Come with me back to my rooms? There are two more gifts I have there for your begetting day.”
“I need no other gift than what you have already given me, but I would like to go back to your rooms,” Erestor said, drawing the warrior’s head down for another kiss. “All I want is more of your sweet kisses.”
Tbc….