Sunbathing

Title: Sunbathing-Alternate Ending A
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Author: Lynsey
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Part: Alternate Ending A
Pairings: Erestor/Glorfindel
Rating: NC-17. Smut AHOY!
Warnings: Body modification, slash, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Erestor’s secret is out when Glorfindel walks in on him sunbathing.
A/N: This story has one beginning and three *very different* endings. Pick your poison. Each ending has its own warnings.

Glorfindel stared at Erestor as the dark elf covered his midriff as best he could. “Yes,” said the warrior, “I think you have a lot of explaining to do.”

Erestor sat on one of his overstuffed and oversized pillows scattered on the floor and gestured for Glorfindel to follow suit.

“Well,” said the Advisor, “just as much as you have to do. You, after all, are the one who stole into my private rooms like a thief!”

“I just wanted to talk to you!” Glorfindel said defensively “I’m not the one who…who…” at a loss for what to say he just waved at Erestor’s stomach.

Erestor lowered the edge of the white silk and ran his hand over the thick, dark lines etched into his skin. The beautiful, artistic lines formed in the flowing lines of a master calligrapher, ‘Glorfindel’.

“That’s…not new,” Glorfindel stated lamely as he collapsed on a nearby divan.

Erestor bowed his head and continued tracing the tattoo, caressing the skin. “No. It’s not.”

“When?”

“Not long after you died.”

They were both very quiet for a minute as they mulled over their current situation.

“Can I ask why?” Glorfindel whispered, glancing again at the tattoo.

Erestor smiled sadly. “When…when you died…I missed you so much. I wanted to have a reminder of you. Something that would be eternally etched onto my soul. I guess that felt that something permanently imprinted onto my body would make the same difference. When all the refugees were finally safe, I sat drinking in my little room, remembering too much and regretting even more. I had so much time to admit my feelings to you, and yet…I had let you die without ever telling you, and-”

“You loved me while we lived in Gondolin?” Glorfindel questioned, an astonished look on his face.

Erestor blushed slightly and bowed his head. “Yes, and I let it pass me by in a flash of fire and smoke.” The advisor fell quiet as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and sniffed. He looked back up at Glorfindel and smiled embarrassedly. “I’m sorry. I still get…depressed when I remember that time.”

Glorfindel nodded and gestured for Erestor to continue his story.

“Anyway,” Erestor said as he sniffed a couple more times, “I was sitting alone in my room, feeling horrible. I missed you so much. I started drinking while I fiddled with my daggers.” He snorted then, amused at himself. “I guess playing with daggers while drinking isn’t the smartest idea, but, well, I *was* drunk at the time.” He shook his head. “I cut myself, just a little nick on my finger. For whatever reason, my drunken mind saw the pinprick of blood and remembered when I once watched an adan I knew receive a tattoo.” Glorfindel raised his eyebrows and Erestor shrugged as he said, “Don’t question it. I was drunk, remember? Anyway, from there I decided to give myself a tattoo. One of your name. It seemed so very romantic at the time, to have your name inked on my skin.” The dark elf smiled softly and glanced at Glorfindel from under a waterfall of ebony. “It still seems very romantic. I re-ink it every so often, when it starts to fade. While I put the inks into my skin, I remember you. I relive every moment we ever shared, every word, every touch. I missed you so much.”

Glorfindel slowly stood from where he sat across from the advisor and walked hesitantly toward the large cushions. He knelt down in front of Erestor and waited for the darkling to look up. When they made eye contact, Glorfindel asked softly, “Can I touch it?”




His eyes never leaving Glorfindel’s, Erestor slowly slid the robe a little lower and moved his other hand out of the way. Glorfindel scooted closer, until he was nearly seated between Erestor’s spread legs. The warrior’s hand slowly moved to touch the first letter of his name. He felt Erestor’s muscles tremble under his gentle touch, and he heard the other elf’s breath catch slightly.

Slowly, he traced each letter of his name with his finger. He watched in fascination as the skin slid under his touch, so soft and pliant. Without thinking, he leaned forward and licked the arch of the letters around the darkling’s bellybutton.

Erestor’s hands flew to Glorfindel’s hair, and he let out a startled sound. Glorfindel’s tongue finished its path and his eyes looked up into lust blackened irises.

Erestor’s breath shuddered in arousal and so much more. As Glorfindel shifted upwards to capture Erestor’s lips with his own, the white robe slipped from its precarious position on Erestor’s lap, leaving the advisor completely naked again. The kiss was gentle, lips moving against the other slowly. Glorfindel released Erestor’s lips and pressed his cheek against the other elf’s. They wrapped around each other, just holding and reassuring each other.

“Why didn’t I do this before?” Erestor whispered sadly. “What was I so afraid of?”

Glorfindel pulled back and said quietly against Erestor’s lips, “I could ask the same questions of myself.”

The warrior felt Erestor smile. “I guess what’s important is that we are here now. Together.”

Glorfindel smiled too. “And you’re naked. I think that’s pretty important too.”

Erestor guffawed and hid his face in Glorfindel’s neck. He continued to giggle as Glorfindel started to explore the very exposed and opened body in front of him. Erestor’s spread legs gave the Captain a wonderful view of the advisor’s charms. He ran his hand up Erestor’s calf and across his inner thigh. Erestor stopped laughing and gasped as he felt Glorfindel’s hands touching his body.

They looked into each other’s eyes again when Erestor pulled back. Never loosing sight of the other they lay back on the cushions, Glorfindel covering Erestor. They both worked to get Glorfindel as naked as Erestor.

“Ah, Gods, yes,” Erestor murmured as the other elf lay atop him, sans clothing.

It only took a few moments of petting and caressing before they were both ready for more. “This is going to be fast, isn’t it?” Erestor panted as Glorfindel reached for the lamp on a side table.

“Mmmm…” Glorfindel replied as he lifted off the shade, removed the wick, and spilled the oil on his fingers. “Do you want to be sheath or sword?” the warrior questioned as he laved Erestor’s neck and collar bone.

“Does it matter?” Erestor responded as his head thrashed back and forth.

“Suppose not,” the Captain muttered as his hand moved between them. He reached Erestor’s arousal but skipped over it to reach the ultimate goal beneath the advisor’s taut sacs.

“Fuck yes!” Erestor yelled as he was breached. Glorfindel tried to draw out the preparation, but Erestor would have none of it, grasping Glorfindel’s arm in a punishing grip and demanding that he be taken. Now. Hard.

“Demanding much?” Glorfindel chuckled as he was forcefully flipped onto his back to lay on the floor. Erestor straddled the warrior, and, reaching behind him to grasp Glorfindel’ arousal, he lowered himself down. Erestor reached forward and twined his hands with Glorfindel’s holding on for dear life as he began to ride the warrior as wildly as he dared.

They made love madly, nearly hysterically as the tide of pleasure began to wash over them. “Why didn’t--we do this--before?” Glorfindel grunted as he was thoroughly used by his dark lover.

“AI, GODS!!” Erestor cried as he came all over Glorfindel’s chest.

“Oh, oh, OH VALAR!!” swore Glorfindel as he felt Erestor’s body tighten around him, wrenching his orgasm from him.

Erestor collapsed on top of the golden Captain still moaning and shuddering from his pleasure. They managed to haul themselves onto the pillows again. They lay side by side, gently caressing each other. Glorfindel ran his fingers over the tattoo again and Erestor smiled.

“So,” asked the advisor, “you’re not afraid of needles are you?”