Dare

Disclaimer: I do not own these elves. They are the property of J.R.R. Tolkien. I'm just playing with them for fun. No profit is being made or will ever be made.

Erestor awoke to the sound of his glass rolling from the table and onto the floor. He sat up enough to look at it and watch the remaining red wine flow out onto the floor beneath it.

He was suddenly aware of the pounding in his head and groaned before crashing his head back down to the pillow. He slowly turned himself over to lie on his back and stayed that way, staring at the ceiling, for some time.

The events of the evening before were something he had wished to be a dream. And maybe he had hoped to wash it away with two bottles of wine. Maybe just wash away how dirty he felt. Images danced through his mind of various elves coming to his rooms at night, and how easily he just welcomed them into his bed. But somewhere back in his mind he had always wanted someone to love him.

He hated himself just a little for allowing himself to be what he was. Yes, a slut, maybe Glorfindel’s choice of words was correct. He just didn’t want to admit to himself that he was that easy. He wanted to imagine that every encounter had meant something. Some were rough, like when Haldir tied him to the bedpost and bound his leg up in the air, going at him for hours. But some of them were very romantic and loving, like when Elrond brought him flowers that he’d picked himself one evening. But he knew. Everyone knew he loved sex as much as he did and took advantage of it when they could.

But Glorfindel. From the moment they’d met, Erestor had had feelings for him, and he didn’t want to admit it. But he kept his habits away from his friend. He didn’t want him to know what he really was. Even though every time there was a knock on his door he so wished it to be Glorfindel.

He would stop for Glorfindel. He would never take another lover if it meant he could keep him always. He would need no one else. Ever.

Pushing off the covers, he struggled to sit up and put his feet on the floor. He could feel rumpled fabric with his toes and glanced down to see his torn robes balled up on the floor. He bent down and picked them up. He hadn’t changed all night. He just sat at the table and drank glass after glass, until the second bottle that he uncorked and drank straight from it.

Letting the robes fall back to the floor, he stood and walked off to wash himself up. He doubted he would leave his rooms today, but he didn’t want to feel this dirty.

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Glorfindel hadn’t slept well that night. He tossed and turned. Something chewed at him. He had been wrong to do what he did to Erestor, but somehow he felt he was justified in his anger. And it appeared Erestor enjoyed it, anyway.

How could he have not known that his friend was sleeping with… with everyone?! How did he not see the knowing glances of the other elves, or the line of elves waiting to be served? And how did he hide so well beneath the façade of a scholar and proper elf? He was a whore, plain and simple.

His thoughts made him angrier. He’d fallen in love with a slut, and he had to deal with it. Either he had to get over him or… he had to do something about it.

Glorfindel got out of bed. He hated what he was thinking about and tried to pass the thoughts off as he dressed. It was so unlike him to even consider it. But… somehow the idea made him feel good. He could feel himself swelling against the leggings he just pulled on.

No, this is wrong. But somehow it felt so right. He felt betrayed, hurt. He had wanted so badly to love Erestor, to show him, to give him his heart forever. But he couldn’t, not with someone who was loving everyone else, too. His thoughts were making more sense every moment.

Pay back is a ….

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He hadn’t seen Erestor all day. He never bothered going to the library and never showed for any meals. Glorfindel wondered if he really had hurt him too much the night before. Maybe he was too embarrassed to face him.

Or maybe someone had paid him a visit.

The thought alone sent a wave of anger through every inch of his body and he felt his muscles tense. He had to. He had to speak with Erestor.

He marched across the gardens, paying no mind to anyone he passed on the way, and headed straight for Erestor’s rooms. Arriving faster than he imagined he would, he stood before the solid door for several moments. Taking a deep breath, he knocked.

Erestor looked up from his book at the sound of the knock and sighed. “Enter,” he said, trying not to sound irritated. He wasn’t much in the mood this evening, and hoped whoever it was just wanted to ask him a question and be gone.

A look of shock took over his face when he saw Glorfindel step inside, eyes to the ground. Erestor closed his book and set it down on the table before standing.

“Glorfindel,” he tried to hide his happiness at seeing his friend, but failed. He had feared Glorfindel would never come back. “Please, come in!”

Glorfindel didn’t move. He struggled to look up and make eye contact with Erestor, all the while trying to shake off the feelings he had and what his mind was telling him to do.

“Erestor…” he hesitated. “Erestor… were you telling me the truth?”

Erestor sighed slightly and looked down to the ground. “Yes.”

“Why did you hide this side of you from me?”

“Glorfindel, I have never been ashamed of what I am. Not until last night. I did not want you to be a part of that. I wanted… I wanted something else from you.”

“What?”

He looked over at him, a hint of tears in his eyes. “Love.”

Glorfindel kept his eyes at Erestor’s. Love. The word had never angered him before like it did right now. There was no chance of it, not anymore.

He walked across the room and stood before the slight form of his friend. “Erestor… it hurts me that you lied to me.”

“I know. And I am sorry. But I…” His words were cut off by Glorfindel taking his mouth into another passionate kiss. A little rougher than the evening before, but Erestor could not shake how good he tasted. He felt Glorfindel slide his hands up his back and he turned him away from the window.

Their lips parted and Erestor looked up at him. There was anger in Glorfindel’s eyes again. He couldn’t decide whether to feel aroused or afraid.

They stared at each other for a moment before Glorfindel sucked his teeth. Without saying a word, he walked Erestor back to the bed and forced him to sit. Erestor looked up at the golden beauty standing before him and tried to speak. “Glorfindel, I do not want this from you. I do not want this kind of relationship with you!”

“Too bad.”

Erestor’s mouth shut fast and he looked up into Glorfindel’s eyes. Now he knew how to feel… afraid.

Glorfindel reached down and took the time to unclasp Erestor’s robes, deciding that ripping his clothes off of him two nights in a row was a little too much. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially not to Erestor. But he couldn’t stop himself anymore. He felt almost as if he was being controlled by an outside force.

Erestor didn’t protest as Glorfindel finished opening his robes and pushed them down. He looked down to the ground beside the bed and tried to cover himself with his hands, but Glorfindel grabbed his wrists. He allowed a frightened squeak to escape his mouth as he forcefully pulled his hands away from his crotch and held his arms, wrists together, over his head. He could feel Erestor begin to tremble ever so slightly, and he tried to stop himself. This was enough, he’d made his point.

NOTE! PLEASE READ!

The next two chapters are alternate endings. Chapter 3 is the "good" ending. Chapter 4 is the "bad" ending. You can read both, or chose to read just one, it's up to you. But be warned, if you pine for happy endings, the "bad" ending is going to hurt you a lot.