Something Special, Something Sacred

Imladris, Third Age 2032

Glorfindel's eyes cleared slowly, a smile crossing his perfect lips. He had been dreaming of onyx eyes and ivory skin. The Balrog-slayer looked out the balcony doors from his position on the bed; the light of early morning spilled into the room and warmed his spirit. Glorfindel felt the bed shift beside him and his smile grew wider. A long, cool finger made it's way from the top of his cleft to the bottom, and then traced the underside of his buttocks.

"Maer aur." The smooth, velvety voice caused a shiver to run through his body.

His eyes closed as warm lips peppered kisses over his shoulder and upper back. "Aur," he replied, sighing happily. Erestor began to suckle at the base of his neck, and he tilted his head further, offering Erestor more of his flesh.

Erestor's tongue traced the curve of his ear, the Noldo's hot breath caressing the sensitive skin. "We have the Council session this day, do we not?" the Councilor asked, one of his slender, powerful arms wrapping around him and pulling his body against the dark Elf's. Glorfindel shifted his hips, settling Erestor's arousal in the crevice of his backside.

"Aye, midmorning." Glorfindel entwined his fingers with the hand that stoked his belly.

A deep chuckle tickled his ear. "Then we have plenty of time, melethron." Erestor disentangled their fingers and teased his nipples into tight peaks.

Glorfindel gasped and squirmed against the firm body behind him. He was lost to the sensations Erestor could call forth from him. He had lived with Erestor for over a decade now, and that was only after a four-year courtship. He was brought from his thoughts sharply when Erestor bit the back of his neck.

"Am I boring you, melethen?" the Councilor asked.

"Never," Glorfindel whispered.

The two Elves shifted positions so that Glorfindel lay on his back with his legs spread wide to accommodate Erestor between them. He arched his back slightly, allowing Erestor to slip his arms beneath his lithe form. He let out a soft sigh when Erestor's warm lips touched his throat, leaving a damp trail in his wake. Erestor, he mused, always made love to him as if he were worshipping him.

The dark-haired Noldo slowly tasted and teased Glorfindel's flesh, fingers dancing over sensitive areas, causing heat to pool within the Elda's loins. Glorfindel gave only soft mewls and gasps, his eyes dark indigo with his lust. He watched Erestor tease a nipple into a tight peak, lapping at the nub and then blowing gently to further tighten the flesh. He brought his hands up as he closed his eyes, savoring the thick, heavy weight of Erestor's ink-black hair. He had always found his lover exotic; though the Councilor was Noldorin, as his coloring showed, those traits were exaggerated in him.

Erestor possessed skin as white and smooth as fresh cream, always shown to its greatest advantage by the rich colors the Noldo wore. Glorfindel found Erestor to be the most striking in the lush burgundy velvets he donned for his office, the deep reds bringing out what he thought were rust colored highlights in the ebony tresses.

Elrond's Chief Councilor possessed a warrior's physique, not that of a sedentary scholar. Erestor possessed amazing strength and prowess upon the training field, but those battle-hardened skills were never used upon Glorfindel. No, the Noldo never used a rough hand or a harsh touch when touching his golden flower. As Erestor's talented mouth tasted his belly, Glorfindel thought that sometimes it seemed, Erestor forgot he was a warrior.

Glorfindel's thoughts were briefly interrupted when Erestor's mouth found the point of his hip, nibbling and stroking the sensitive area. He moaned low in his throat as Erestor tasted the delicate skin at the juncture of his thigh, and his arousal swelled further. The Noldo's ruby lips placed feather-light kisses from the base to the top of his desire, the Councilor's pink tongue darting out to tease the slit. Glorfindel opened his eyes and his breath stopped.

Erestor lay between his thighs, a hand on each of his hips, the Noldo's mouth hovering above the tip of his length. Erestor's eyes kept his trapped, and he trembled as he watched his lover slowly engulf him. Erestor had piercing eyes, Glorfindel mused, his head falling back against the pillows and his eyes closing once more. Even with his vision gone, he could still see those eyes; still feel the heated gaze upon him.

Those bottomless orbs were what had truly captured the Elda's heart. Most of the Noldor he knew had grey eyes, the color of storm clouds. Erestor's eyes, though, were black as pitch. When Glorfindel looked into those pools of ink, he felt possessed. Erestor could ask him for anything, demand he perform any act, and he would willingly do it. Eyes that were so cold in the Council room when dealing with diplomats and Kings would become liquid warmth when regarding him. And that look, the look of utter love and devotion Erestor would bestow him, was worth his very soul.

Glorfindel arched sharply, his eyes snapping open as Erestor swallowed him to the root and slid a slick digit within him. It was times like these, in the early morning light or the silence of the evening, when Erestor owned his body and spoke to his heart.

A second finger joined the first, stretching him, thrusting deep within his body.

"Erestor..." he whispered, savoring the feel of the Councilor's name on his tongue. He lifted his legs further, and briefly caressed his lover's cheek. Erestor smiled and added a third finger. The Elda cried out, wadding the bedclothes in his fists.

When he opened his eyes again, Erestor's face hovered above his, the Noldo's lips almost touching his own. "I am going to take you now, pen-velui." Erestor's voice was a soothing tenor, one that never rose in anger or became sharp with annoyance. It was a steady tone, just as steady as the Elf himself. Glorfindel nodded, holding his breath as his arousal throbbed between them.

Erestor brought their mouths together, and Glorfindel opened to the Councilor's onslaught; the Noldo seemed to devour him. Glorfindel threaded his hands into those satiny tresses once more and rotated his hips up, begging silently with his lover. In one, fluid thrust, Erestor entered him. Glorfindel was relaxed, was aroused, and he whimpered into their kiss. He had always felt he and Erestor fit perfectly together. They moved in tandem, seeking their mutual release.

Glorfindel watched Erestor's face as they made love. The charcoal eyes were closed to him, thick, sooty lashes fluttered against the flushed skin of Erestor's face. He moaned when Erestor's thrusts became deeper but the pace never increased. This was one of the Noldo's favorite games; he wanted him to plead for his release. The control Erestor possessed still amazed him.

Glorfindel briefly remembered the first time Erestor had played this game with him, although he hadn't known the rules then; it had taken him the better part of the night to figure them out. Never once in those long hours of torture had Erestor rushed, he had not pushed or even spoken. No, Erestor had spent hours working him into a smothering frenzy of lust and need. Glorfindel had begged. He had pleaded. The great Chief of the Golden Flower had implored the dark Elf to take him, to bring an end to the torment.

And Erestor had.

"Please, Erestor," he panted before he nipped at Erestor's bottom lip. "Leitho nin, Erestor." He pushed against Erestor and moaned softly.

"Aye, melethen," Erestor whispered hotly against Glorfindel's ear.

Glorfindel cried out when Erestor wrapped his hand around his hot column of flesh. He wrapped his legs around Erestor's waist and encouraged him to thrust faster, only to have his lover still completely.

"Glorfindel," Erestor said firmly. He opened his eyes and let his legs fall back to the bed. Erestor smiled and kissed him deeply. "Maer."

Erestor began moving again, his pace the same as ever. Glorfindel could feel the slow and sure build of his release. "Please... Erestor..." he sobbed, the room brightening as full morning invaded their suite. Erestor closed his eyes and Glorfindel felt the grip on his shaft tighten. Erestor was ready.

They moved quickly, Erestor no longer withdrawing in long, slow movements, but in short, deep thrusts. Glorfindel met him push for shove, a keening wail leaving his lips when Erestor's thumb rubbed the weeping head of his length. Glorfindel was close now; his thighs were tight and his back arched, his hands fisted at his sides as he held his breath.

"Tolo, Glorfindel," Erestor breathed against his ear.

It was as if a floodgate had been opened within his body, and his throat released a strangled scream. His seed coated Erestor's hand and his own belly, his body trembling in the aftershocks of the intense orgasm. Erestor stilled his movements and Glorfindel heard him release a long sigh. Glorfindel shook with several more tremors as Erestor filled his body with his essence, just as composed and silent as if he were in the Council room.

They were opposites. Completely. Where Glorfindel was bright, Erestor was dark. Glorfindel was vocal and open; Erestor was resigned and closed. Their lovemaking reflected their life together and Glorfindel had never found a cause for complaint. Their differences, he thought, complimented each other and he loved his silent, midnight Elf.

Erestor lay atop him, nuzzling his neck contentedly. "Melon le, Erestor," he said softly, stroking the smooth skin of his lover's back.

"Melon le, Glorfindel," was the quiet response. "We shall be late if we do not rise from the bed."

Glorfindel kissed Erestor's brow and smiled. "I could remain here all day, with you as you are."

Erestor chuckled, pulling his softening member from Glorfindel's body. "We must bathe, meleth. Come, get up and join me for a quick dip in the pool."

Glorfindel stretched and rolled out of the bed. "As you command, my Lord Councilor."

*****

"You two were late for the meeting this morning, meldir. Did you oversleep?"

Glorfindel looked up into Elrond's pewter eyes, dancing with mirth. "Are you accusing your stoic Councilor of sleeping late?" Glorfindel lifted one blond eyebrow elegantly.

"No, I am accusing my insatiable Seneschal of keeping my stoic Councilor in bed against his better judgment." Elrond sat in one of Glorfindel's plush chairs and smiled at his friend.

Glorfindel smirked and went back to the duty roster before him. "I don't recall him complaining," he mumbled.

Elrond let out a loud laugh and shook his head. "I am pleased you are both so happy, Glorfindel. I must admit, I had my concerns when you first began courting him."

The Seneschal looked up with clouded eyes. "Why?"

"Come now, Glorfindel," Elrond said, his tone becoming serious. "You and all of Imladris know that Erestor has never kept one lover longer than a few years, and he has never *lived* with any of them."

"Perhaps he was simply waiting for the right Elf, Elrond." Glorfindel stood and walked from behind his desk, his back stiff.

"Meldir, I did not mean to offend you," Elrond said, craning his neck to watch Glorfindel pace in agitation.

"Do you not think I *knew*, Elrond? I knew I was risking a lot when I sought him. But, he loves me. And," he turned bright azure eyes on Elrond, "I love him." Glorfindel sighed.

Elrond rose, approached his friend and put his hand on the warrior's shoulder. "Forgive me, Glorfindel. I did not mean to upset you."

Glorfindel shook his head. "Nay, Elrond, it is not you. It is Erestor."

"What do you mean?" Elrond's eyes darkened with concern.

Glorfindel waved his hand about in frustration. "There is something not right within our relationship, something he keeps from me. He does not give all of himself to me as I feel I do to him. It has become more... pronounced in these later years." He turned his gaze back to Elrond. "I worry he has grown tired of me."

Elrond smiled sadly. "I am sorry, meldir. Have you spoken with him?"

Glorfindel shook his head.

"I would suggest you do so before jumping to conclusions. He is your lover, and he deserves to have his say if you feel he is withholding from you."

The Elda nodded, his eyes on the floor. "I will speak with him after I deliver the new roster to Lindir."

Elrond nodded. "If you need anything, Glorfindel, *anything* -- please, feel free to come to me. The three of us have known one another long years; I would hate to see a rift form now."

Glorfindel smiled. "I will, Elrond. Thank you for your concern."

The Lord of Imladris nodded and gave a gentle squeeze to Glorfindel's shoulder. "I will see you both at the evening meal."

Glorfindel nodded and watched Elrond leave his office. He knew he had to speak with Erestor, that he could put the conversation off no longer. However, it didn't mean he had to look forward to the occasion. He sighed and retrieved the roster, hurrying to the barracks to give his Captain the new duty roster.

TBC...