Erestor's Secret

Title: Erestor’s Secret (2/?)
Author: Aglarien
Type: FPS
Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for the cats. The great Master Tolkien’s estate owns everything else. I promise to return his elves when I’m done playing with them.
Timeline: Gondolin, 501 of the First Age
Warning: AU
Beta: Erestor Lovers
Summary: Erestor is desperate to get rid of an obnoxious suitor, and says something about Glorfindel that perhaps he shouldn’t have.


Chapter 2

“Erestor,” Ecthelion called, seeing his brother silhouetted in the doorway, “you are home early tonight, little brother!”

Erestor smiled as Ecthelion and Glorfindel took their packs from their horses and turned the animals over to the stable hands. “Welcome home, Thel,” he said as his larger brother engulfed him in a hug. “I was waiting for you and Glorfindel to arrive.”

Ecthelion looked deeply into his brother’s eyes and knew immediately that something was troubling Erestor. “What is it, Erestor? What happened?”

“I never could fool you, could I?” Erestor replied quietly. “Come inside, and I will tell you after you eat. Come, Glorfindel, your meal is waiting for you both.” Wrapping his arm around Ecthelion, he ushered the two returning warriors into the house.

The food had been set up in the small dining room used by Erestor and Ecthelion for their private meals. “This looks wonderful, Erestor,” Ecthelion said, seating himself in his usual place. “I am starving.”

“As am I,” Glorfindel added, taking his seat. “Thank you, Erestor.” He smiled at the young councilor.

“Have you already eaten, Erestor?” Ecthelion asked, seeing his brother sit with only a glass of wine.

Erestor shook his head. “I am not hungry, Thel.”

Ecthelion set his fork down. “Tell me what is wrong, Erestor.”

“Please, Thel, eat. You are hungry, and my story can wait.”

“No, Erestor. You are more important to me than my hunger,” Ecthelion replied.

“Erestor, do you wish for me to leave so you can speak to Thel alone?” Glorfindel asked.

“No. Please, Glorfindel, stay. I…. need for you to hear this as well,” Erestor said.

“Then why don’t you tell us while we eat? That way you will both be happy,” Glorfindel said.

Erestor nodded and took a deep breath. “I hardly know where to start.” He paused. “Do you know one of Turgon’s palace guards by the name of Dringion?”

Both Ecthelion and Glorfindel nodded. “He is a good guard, well trusted by our king,” Ecthelion said. “What of him, Erestor?”

Erestor twisted the stem of his wine glass between his fingers and stared down at the table. “Lately he has been showing an interest in me, especially when you are gone, Thel. I….I do not care for him….his manner. I have told him to leave me be, and he will not stop.”

“Do you wish me to speak to him, Erestor?” Ecthelion asked.

“No! Please, do not. There is more I have to tell you.” Deciding it was best to simply forge ahead with his tale, Erestor continued. “I….two days ago, after you left, I had stayed to work late. He….he accosted me in the hall as I left my office. . . he told me he meant to have me. . . and he always got what he wanted. He. . .pressed himself against me, trapping me against the wall and said he would have a kiss from me. . . and more. I had taken a knife with me and I put it against his throat and told him to let me go.”

Ecthelion and Glorfindel had both stopped eating and set their forks down, their eyes glued to Erestor. “Go on, Erestor. Then what happened?” Ecthelion said gently.

“He hit me in the stomach with his knee and took my knife.”

Ecthelion rose from the table so quickly his chair fell backwards with a crash. “I will kill him if he hurt you,” he said coldly. “The King will hear of this! How dare he assault my brother?”

Erestor finally raised his eyes from the table and looked at his brother. “Please Thel, let me finish? I was so scared. I did not know what to do, how to get away. . . so I told him. . .I told him that Glorfindel was my lover and he would have to answer to Glorfindel when he returned. His grip on me loosened and I ran. He. . .he has not bothered me since, but I know he is spreading rumors about it, and he is waiting to see if . . .if what I said is true. I am so sorry I said your name, Glorfindel. I did not mean to involve you in this.”

“Was Dringion the reason you looked so upset that morning, Erestor? When I was there?” Glorfindel asked. “Was Dringion harassing you before I arrived?”

Erestor nodded and looked at Glorfindel. “When he saw you cross the hall, he quickly went back to his post.” Erestor’s eyes dropped back down to the table. “I am so sorry, Thel. I did not say anything because I did not want our name to be the cause of rumors. . .I did not want to dishonor you and our house just because I could not defend myself against a suitor.”

Ecthelion walked around the table to Erestor and moved his brother’s chair around facing him. Dropping to his knees in front of Erestor’s, he took the smaller hands into his own and said, “I am sorry I was not here to protect you, my brother. What Dringion did was wrong. You did what was required to get away from him. Glorfindel knows this. You are no warrior, so you simply fought in other ways. But Dringion *must* be punished for his actions. We cannot allow him to get away with such disgraceful behavior.”

“Please, Thel, no. Don’t you see that will only make it worse? He did not actually harm me, so the king will not banish him. It will only be the cause of more rumor, and when you are gone he will still torment me.”

“Erestor is right, Thel,” Glorfindel said. As the two brothers spoke, he had been thinking. “Perhaps there is a better way. Erestor told him he would have to answer to me, and answer to me he shall, if only because he threatened one whom I have always looked upon as a younger brother. But what if we play along? What if Erestor and I pretend to be lovers? He would then not dare to approach him when we are away for fear of my wrath, and Erestor will be safe from him.”

Erestor looked at Glorfindel in amazement. “You would do this for me, Glorfindel? Why?”

“For the love I hold for your brother, Erestor, and for the love he holds for you. Ecthelion. . .and you. . .are the closest thing I have to a family. This is no sacrifice for me, Erestor. There is no one who holds my heart, and I do not look for a mate, but what of you? Will you be able to bear my close presence? My taking your hand in mine, putting my arms around you, even kissing you in front of others? For we must do these things if we are to be believed.”

“I. . .I had not thought of that. Yes, it would have to be so. I do not think I would mind, Glorfindel. I have known you all of my life, and you have always been as another brother to me. Yes, I can do it.” Erestor smiled sweetly at Glorfindel. “Thank you. Thank you for not being angry with me. . .for helping me.”

“It is not you I am angry with, Erestor, but Dringion. And trust me – both of you – he will feel my wrath tomorrow when I escort you to your office,” Glorfindel said. “Now if neither of you mind, I am still starving and am going to finish my dinner.”

Ecthelion chuckled, then wrapped his arms around Erestor and stroked his soft dark hair. Erestor was so beautiful, it was no wonder he had to fight off a prospective lover. Lithe and shapely, Erestor had more grace in one hand than most elves had in their entire bodies. His dark, sparkling eyes and full, rosy lips would be a siren call to many elves in the future, Ecthelion was sure. “I love you, little brother,” he whispered.

“I love you, Thel,” Erestor answered.

Glorfindel watched the two brothers with a little smile playing on his lips. No, it was not going to be hard to pretend Erestor was his lover. Not at all. “Are you two going to eat, or do I get to finish all this myself?” he asked.

Ecthelion laughed, then got up and righted his chair again. Sitting down again, he said, “Come, little brother, and have some dinner. I’ll wager you feel more like eating now.”

Erestor nodded. Taking up a plate, he heaped food on it. He was suddenly starving.

After their meal, Glorfindel gathered his things to return to his own house. It was still early enough for elves to be walking the streets and milling around visiting with each other. “Come and walk me outside, Erestor. You may come too, Thel, but I warn you, I am going to kiss your brother goodnight out in the courtyard for all to see. So do not hit me when I do. Please?” He grinned. “And if you are very good, I will even give you a hug.”

Ecthelion laughed. “I think I can restrain myself.”

As they walked outside, Glorfindel wrapped an arm around Erestor’s shoulders. “Lean your head against me, Erestor. Good. Just like that,” he said as Erestor complied. His mouth curled up in a genuine smile as he noticed how nicely Erestor seemed to fit against him. No, this was not going to be hard at all.

Ecthelion called for Glorfindel’s horse to be brought around, and as they waited, the golden lord set his pack on the ground and wrapped his arms around Erestor. “Have you ever been kissed before, Erestor,” he whispered.

Erestor shook his head. “I do not know how to do this, Glorfindel. Tell me what to do,” he whispered back.

“Lift your head and look up at me,” Glorfindel whispered. “Now just close your eyes and open your mouth very slightly. And lick your lips.” Watching as Erestor did as he asked, the sight of that pink tongue moistening the full rosy lips nearly stole his breath away. When had Erestor become so attractive? Only a few years past his majority, and the lithe elf he had always thought of as a little brother had blossomed into a beauty. He was suddenly determined that Erestor’s first kiss would not be the quick peck he had thought about giving him. Someone as beautiful and sweet as Erestor deserved more than that.

Erestor’s eyes closed and he waited, heart pounding, for his first kiss. He could sense Glorfindel getting closer and closer, until at last soft, warm lips descended on his own. He fought to hold in a moan as his entire body seemed to sparkle from inside and his heart pounded faster. He could not hold back a little whimper of delight as a warm, moist tongue gently touched his lips, making his toes curl. Without conscious thought, his own tongue crept out and hesitantly touched the tip of Glorfindel’s before retreating, and another small whimper escaped.

Glorfindel had never tasted anything as sweet as Erestor. The tiny touch of his tongue sent his senses reeling, and a flash of lightening shot through his body. Lifting his lips reluctantly from Erestor’s he stared down into the warm dark eyes, and was lost in their depth. He had no control as his body ruled over his mind, and his mouth descended again. Moaning softly, his tongue delved into the sweetness, curling around Erestor’s and tasting every corner.

Erestor’s fingers crept through Glorfindel’s hair, grasping handfuls of the soft gold. His legs failed to hold him, and he clung to the warrior as if to a lifeline. He heard Glorfindel’s soft moan, and matched it with his own. A feeling of warmth ran through him until it felt as if his very soul had been seared by fire. And then as he gasped for air, his head was held and caressed upon a strong shoulder as warm lips left soft kisses on his brow and temple.

Glorfindel panted for breath as the reality of what he had done reached his muddled brain. Ecthelion was going to kill him for kissing Erestor like that. Pressing soft kisses to Erestor’s head, the two stood together, wrapped in each other’s arms, until their breath steadied.

“Good night, sweet Erestor,” Glorfindel whispered. “I will return in the morning to escort you to your office.” Slowly their arms unwound and he smiled down at Erestor. Pressing one more kiss to Erestor’s brow, he reached for his pack, then turned and walked to Ecthelion.

“That was some kiss, my friend. I don’t know whether to hit you or hug you,” Ecthelion whispered, a smile creeping onto his face.

“I had to make Erestor’s first kiss special, Thel,” Glorfindel said softly so no other could hear. “So hug me.”

The two friends embraced as Glorfindel’s horse was lead to the courtyard. Glorfindel leapt onto his horse, called a last goodnight to Erestor, waved to Thel, and rode off.

Ecthelion walked over to his brother who stood staring after Glorfindel, dreamily. Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, he led Erestor back into the house. “So, little brother - how was your first kiss?”

“Oh, Thel!” Erestor breathed. “It was . . . wonderful.”

Tbc.